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Harem With Venom In Marvel/Dc

One day, I suddenly found myself in the Marvel Universe, inheriting a fortune worth tens of millions. A dream come true, right? But my excitement was short-lived because I knew what was coming—just a few years from now, the Mad Titan, Thanos, would snap his fingers and erase half of all life in the universe. Luckily, I wasn't entirely defenseless. I had a golden finger, a mysterious ability that allowed me to travel between worlds. But there was a catch. My so-called "cheat" had a twisted sense of humor—every time I escaped from one nightmare, I found myself in another. The alternate world? None other than DC, a universe filled with terrifying gods, unstoppable monsters, and vigilantes who could turn me into dust if I so much as looked at them the wrong way. With no godlike strength, no genius intellect, and no overpowered abilities, I had only one way to survive—cling to powerful figures, play my cards right, and master the fine art of eating soft rice (relying on strong women for protection). In a world of heroes and villains, where cosmic wars and multiversal threats loom over my head, I must navigate the chaos, build connections, and ensure that I always have a backer strong enough to keep me alive. Because if I don’t? Well, let’s just say that between Marvel and DC, there's no shortage of ways to die. plz support me if you can patreon.com/AZFANFICTION https://www.buymeacoffee.com/AZofficial This fanfiction is 90-chapter ahead and also this fanfic is 90 chapters ahead there
be_kind_to_people · 1.7m Views

Path of Arkana (HP/MCU)

So... I died. Again. I mean, at this point, I'm pretty sure Lady Death has it out for me personally. First time? Normal kid, normal death, nothing exciting. Second time? Wizard fighting Death Eaters, got hit with Voldemort's killing curse, very dramatic, 10/10 would not recommend. Third time's the charm, Am I right? Except now I'm a sixteen-year-old New Yorker living in the MCU—the motherfucking Marvel Cinematic Universe. Yeah. That MCU. The one where aliens invade, robots try to exterminate humanity, and a purple space tyrant eventually snaps half of all life out of existence. No pressure or anything. I just have to: - Craft a functional wand (kind of a must-have for every wizard, and Amazon is surprisingly unhelpful) - Definitely stay off Hydra's radar - Maybe prevent the apocalypse? If I have time? Yeah, if you want to follow me on this absolutely ridiculous adventure of trying not to die (again) in a universe that's actively trying to kill everyone, come along. It's gonna be a wild ride. ------------------------------ Hey guys, I'm Aurelius D. Black, your author, and welcome to Path of Arkana (or How to Survive and Maybe Craft Hogwarts in Another World) that you can find on Wattpad or Royal Road very soon. I don't own Marvel or Harry Potter—I'm not rich enough for Disney or Warner Bros. to come after me, so please don't sue. This is purely a fan project and also, a translation, so they might still be some errors here and there. You can also find the link to my p@treon and to all of my works here: https://linktr.ee/aureliusdblack *Quick note: English isn't my first language, so please bear with me if there are occasional grammar or spelling errors. I'm doing my best to improve with each chapter, and constructive feedback is always welcome!
AureliusDaeBlack · 80.2k Views

Marvel: God of Spotlight, The Homelander

"I am not Superman. I am Homelander." The whisper was an internal prayer, a caustic reassurance. Outside the glass tower, the world saw only the Homelander, the Icon, the Man Who Flew the Bomb. They saw the perfect, smiling face of the hero who, in the chaos of the Battle of New York, carried a nuclear warhead through the wormhole and saved a city. The cheers from the streets below—the deafening, worldwide adoration—were the fuel for his ascension. He was crowned their king, a savior in star-spangled spandex. In this new reality, fame wasn't just influence; it was power. He had a system now: the Superstar System. The higher the popularity, the stronger the abilities. It was a viciously simple contract, one he embraced completely. "Matt," he purred into the spotlight, curing the blind lawyer's eyes on live television. "Your city needs an icon, not a devil. Let the light in." He assembled his own team—a perfectly marketed, perfectly managed Super Seven—with Spider-Man now running PR and Daredevil as his reformed protégé. Every action was a performance; every enemy, a prop. When the news of a purple alien named Thanos reached his gilded penthouse, Azu smiled, a blinding, dangerous flash for the cameras. "Thanos," he murmured, the adoration of billions surging through his veins, making his skin feel like charged steel. His eyes flared with a dazzling red light that promised annihilation. "I heard you're going to wipe out half of my fans?" He was trapped in the Marvel universe, now its most powerful celebrity. And the show had only just begun.
HeroicVerse · 1m Views