Severus was dying in the shrieking shack, and he did indeed die. However, forces out of his control rendered him the ability to re-choose. going back and choose differently.

(18+) First a fantasy, then a reality. Austria-Hungary yearns for the German Empire like a fire seeks oxygen. He makes do with himself initially, but when he invites the Kaiserreich to a train ride through Tirol, things get heated. (Art by Faulti_er on Instagram. Fic based upon a WIP sketch of A-H and GE by ch_robots on Twitter, and this is dedicated to them as well)

[⚠️WARNING!⚠️] There's a lot of major characters deaths in this fic. Like, a lot. So if you don't wanna see the Glitter Force die every chapter, this is not the book for you, lol --- What if the Glitter Force couldn't write a happy ending? What if they gave into despair? What if they got picked off one by one? In this story, you will see an alternate universe, where everybody fuckin' dies. Can you handle it? I sure hope so, because it's pretty nasty, and I really don't wanna get sued. You have been WARNED...

gay puppets ig.

The forces of Life and Death work in perfect harmony. For there to be life, one has to die, and vice versa. These were facts seemingly accepted by all, save for a certain few. The daredevils, cocky heros and the like, ones who claim to be immortal are the ones who seem to respect these forces the least. They are also the ones who fear death the most. Puss was no alien case, but he was one that seemed to piss off these forces the most. Probably because he was a cat who had NINE whole lives to live, yet respected none of them. "I laugh at the face of death!" He says. What a joke.

A mafia story Izuku Midoria, also known as deku, is a normal 16 year old at UA high school, with a job to help his mother who has cancer and is struggling paying the medical bill though... however it takes a change... the mafia Katsuki Bakugo who goes by kacchan is Japan's most wanted mafia... meets Izuku in the middle of an fight with another mafia... how will the two react?? will they love each other or despise each other??... Bakudeku smut gay trigger warnings Blood warning Suicide attempts *none of the photos are mine/ideas mixed and some ideas from other authors*

Father hates me. He despises me. Why? Until the end, I never knew. I could never put my finger on his hatred for me. In fact, I could never understand why everyone was angry at me. Lily, my nanny, had always been there for me. Jeanette, my sister, insisted on spending time with me, the one who didn't get love from our father. But then they killed me. Father had me executed. I didn't even have time to defend myself that my head was already in the noose. Then I died. And I understood. I understood how bad this family was. How much better I deserved. Claude, the Emperor who ignored me until the end and killed Lily. Jeanette, the one who let him kill me without a second thought. The people of Obelia who encouraged my death without even understanding me. All of them. I will show them. I, Athanasia de Alger Obelia, their so desperate princess, I will show them how it feels to be betrayed by your own family, your ruler. Because if I couldn't be happy, why would I let them be? ➡ Fanfiction from the Manhwa "Who Made Me A Princess". The characters do not belong to me but the story has been created by me, @KatyLove25 and published on Wattpad. Again, I do not allow plagiarism and my story is officially published on Wattpad. ➡ It's also a crossover with Lady Baby and The Abandoned Empress, but the story will remained mainly on Athanasia.

As a child, Harry knew he wasn't normal, and that no one would love him for it. He knew what he had to do. So, he become what they wanted him to be. He became: the doll the Dursley's needed the champion the wizards needed And the boy that everyone wanted him to be. But that might all change. Harrymort or Tomarry Warnings: - Mentions of DID (dissociative identify disorder) - Past abuse (I'll try to keep it to a minimun) - I think that's it, but if there is something I missed, list in comments I accept criticism with my grammar, cause I'm trash at it, and information because it's been while since I've been in the fandom. I know enough to get me through, but if miss inform something, shout it out. Updates will be, painstakingly, slow if you already know this. I apologize. I not very good at being consistent with writing, but I'll do better. Now my knowledge in metal disorders or illnesses are a bit rusty so I'm sorry if make any mistakes. For those that already this, sorry taking so long I'm adding this part in.

Harry was tired, tired of being a pawn, tired of being a Gryffindor, tired of being manipulated. He had enough of the Dursley's abuse, and was finally be his real self. He finds out he has been lied to all his life, and wants revenge. Watch out world because Harry is pissed and seeking redemption.

Harry stared down at his bleeding hand, the words "I must not tell lies" dripping down his skin in blood-red liquid. And snapped. Harry Potter decides he's had enough of the wizarding world throwing him crap. he's going to throw it right back.