I hated my life, mostly because I was always being compared by my sister. Other then that my life was pretty normal... Well until my sister brought home a new friend. From then on things begin to change. And not for the better.
Y/N was an experiment for the company. She had more xenomorph traits and qualities. So she is in the same facility as Ripley 8. Although Y/N can understand the xenomorphs more than anyone else. So what happens when the xenomorphs become too attached to Y/N? What happens when the queen and the rest of the xenomorphs ar...
This is a PharahxMercy Fanfiction. Originally it was a role play done with a friend of mine so I kinda just threw it into a google docs and edited some stuff. This will be part one, if anyone wishes for part two to be uploaded then lemme know! TITLE MAY BE TEMPORARY!
A witch concealing herself from humanity has finally met her demise, her past catching up with her. She'd meet the afterlife, that is, if the demon who calls herself 'Pharah' could stop flirting with her.
It's raining, and Fareeha Amari has left her umbrella at home. Seeking the coffee shop across the street for shelter she is approached by beautiful blonde Angela Ziegler. Cover photo by lesbiotakusaurus on tumblr although i found it on Reddit.
My first Pharmercy fic! Please enjoy! ☺️💕 This will also be a Witch! Mercy x Pharah fan fiction (Eventually Possessed Pharah of course)
Angela is a young witch that lives secluded somewhere in the Swiss Alps. She unfortunately doesn't get very much company, except for a few mountain climbers and cross country skiers here and there. Though she has her beloved familiar, a canine, to keep her company. That is, until she gets the great idea to turn her fa...
You are Reader-Chan and you just moved to Japan from you're old country. You didn't mind vacationing with your parents. Heck, you've gone on a weekend stay in your neighboring country without them. But living in Japan without them would be rough. Not to mention the crazy yandere , Ayano Aishi, at your throat, but soon...
