Leslie Roberts thought he was an average guy (aside from a few things he didn't like to think about). At twenty-one years of age, he has a girlfriend of three years, an annoying best friend, good friendships, and is already in his last year of college with a graphic arts degree. But things weren't fully as Leslie believed. Instead, there was something much worse going on in the background. Amongst the confusion, fear, anger, and betrayal, two people were there to save Leslie and give him some much needed rest, pampering, and affection. However, Leslie had forgotten something very important and that missing puzzle piece will change his life forever. ____________ Warnings: MxMxM romance Threesome 18+ Smut Kinks (Crossdressing, DDLB, BDSM) Violence + Language Mafia/Gangs Child abuse (Memories) Kidnapping Obsessive characters ____________ If you recognize this title, cover, and overall summary line, you most likely read the old version of Their Little Femboy from my previous account. And yes, this is indeed a *new* version that was mostly written from scratch. I hope you enjoy reading it!

Vincent Crime family, Book Eight - Matteo Concetta left the day of his birthday party for one heart breaking reason. Three years later, he returned to where it all went down. Well, sort of. Things changed so much since the last time he stood on this property. His brother, having not handled the fact he was missing for three years, forced him to stay, and even got a babysitter for him. Caio remembers all too well what happened three years ago, on Matteo's birthday. It was the day that he had confessed to loving Matteo's mother and wanted more. It was the day she shut him down, telling him she loved him, but like a sister loves her brother, and it would never be more than that. But most importantly, it was the day that sixteen-year-old Matteo had a meltdown over hearing what he had said to Matteo's mother. Three years later, and the night still weighted heavy on them both. But that, I guess that is to be expected when Matteo confessed his love and then disappeared.

What is left? Sirius is dead. Voldemort has returned. Harry has just returned from his 5th year and only a few days into summer, he is stifled by the air around him. He burns- for revenge, to be in control, to lash out, and to make the world understand and feel the pain that he does. He aches to teach those that manipulate him a lesson. When Harry finally snaps and loses control, secrets are discovered, new alliances are formed, and lines are blurred as Harry and his friends become something darker, more dangerous, and more powerful.

Harry Potter saves Bulgarian Quidditch star Viktor Krum from an early death when Death Eaters invade the Quidditch World Cup campsite. From there, a friendship (and something more) blooms, turning everything on its head. New friends are made, old friends are lost, secrets are revealed, and the fate of Wizarding Britain is forever altered. I do not own Harry Potter, the characters, or related content. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. I do not profit from this story, and it's purpose is merely for entertainment. THIS STORY IS NOT MINE! IT'S FROM SilentGhostWriter2017 ON AO3. SADLY THEY DELETED THEIR ACCOUNT, SO I COULDN'T ASK PERMISSION TO PUBLISH IT HERE. IF YOU (THE AUTHOR) READS THIS AND WANTS ME TO DELETE IT, JUST TELL ME!!!

Tom/Harry. A disastrous trip to a waterpark (thanks, Dudley!) unleashes almost 200 lifetimes worth of memories, and now Harry is stuck as a ten-year-old while his soulmate is a wraith set on killing him. A very old and cynical Harry sets about correcting Tom's poor life-choices while avoiding Dumbledore and his Order's panicked searches for the Boy Who Disappeared. As far as Harry is concerned, the whole world can fuck off. He couldn't care less he's finally Harry Potter again, or that he can finally see his original loved ones again. The only thing that matters is getting Tom back safe and sane and with his soul intact. Harry Potter/Tom Riddle.

Harry was a quiet boy, he never had to be told something twice and was always polite and obedient. His parents loved him and his brother until one night, Voldemort and Dumbledore both made a mistake. Voldemort tried coming after a boy too powerful while Dumbledore claimed Harry's brother something he wasn't. What did he claim his brother you ask? He claimed him The Boy Who Lived which only led to his downfall... DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER AND ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER! IF THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH WHAT I WRITE THEN PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN FIX IT. NONE OF THE ART THAT I UPLOAD IS MINE.

A skinny boy named 'Harry' gets beaten and starve by his relatives for years. But On 5th August 1991, Albus asked one of his professors 'Severus snape' to check on the boy..The arrogant and spoilt prince he thought the boy to be was never true... On September 1st, Harry went to Hogwarts totally different. He was not what people expected him to be... ----------------------------------------------------------------- Warning: 'Harry Potter' does not belongs to me, it belongs to the one and only J.K Rowling. This is just a fanfic that I wrote myself. Not Snarry. --- Highest ranking: No.1 Severussnape 12/5/21 No.10 Unexpected 12/5/21 No. 2 heir 14/9/21

Harry Potter, a young wizard thrust into a world of death, evil and lies. In order to navigate through the fog of war. Harry, with the help of his best friends, has to figure out the truth. Who can he trust when he finds out his brother Evan was not the intended victim the night the Dark Lord came to Godric's Hollow? How will he feel when the fate of the wizarding world gets dumped onto his shoulders? What will he do when one mistake changes his world forever? It builds up years 😁 I hope you enjoy!!

"You, Master, are now dead," Death spoke chillingly. Its bony fingers free of flesh slid down its scythe. Its hood ducked itself down, almost to show a sign of reverence. "The ritual is now completed. I am, most definitely, at your service, Master." The young man with raven hair and green eyes wasn't too pleased with Death. Before it said anything else, he carefully studied his surroundings. The way to the other life looked nothing like it had when he'd first died. Unlike the fist time, he stood outside Godric's Hollow, but the place was deserted and pitched black. It was so dark, Death easily blended in; the green glowing stone in its scythe was the only thing that alerted Harry of its presence. "Why did I not see you when I first died?" He demanded, anger from his previous life still lingering on. Death raised a bony finger. "You were not ready for me to reveal myself just yet. Your soul was too pure to be corrupt just yet; first you needed to complete cycle when it came to being my master." "And what is the cycle?" "One must use the cloak to hide from the danger. Resist the temptations of the resurrection stone. Master the wand made from the wood of the Elder tree and kill with it. One needs to corrupt their soul by taking a life." Death left some lingering silence, wanting for its new master to take in the newfound information before asking, "what do you wish of me, Master," even though it knew what was going on in Harry's mind. "You do not have to move on, I can grant what you desire." "You can grant me my family?" Death's hood tilted itself, making it seem as if it had ducked its head. Its bony fingers lightly tapped its scythe, making the sound of bone and metal echo in Harry's ears. "Undoubtedly," it confirmed. "If you wish to pay the price." "Do it."

This is my first time writing anything,so Goodluck!