COMPLETED 4/4/2021 "The people who often times do terrible things, are the same ones who have had terrible things done to them." After Lord Voldemort murdered Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the world became plagued with a darkness unlike anything it had seen before. Muggles were slaughtered in the streets, the Dark wizard's opponents were executed for show, and all those who had fought with the Order were forced into hiding. Avalon had lost it all-- her friends, her peers, her loved ones. Everything. So, when she was thrown back in time to 1943, she knew that it was up to her to change the course of time and rewrite a new history-- one in which she had to find the Horcruxes and murder Tom Riddle before he could ever become Voldemort. Tom Riddle. Avalon Hendrix. Either she was going to kill him, or he was going to kill everyone she loved. They were nothing more than two products of extreme circumstance that chose two very different paths, yet had time for their roads to converge. --Due to the amount of spoilers in the comments, I will be muting all accounts who comment with the #RR hashtag. Please do not do this.-- •WARNING• This book contains themes and scenes that are intended for a mature audience.

Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son. Regulus Black x GN!Reader Warnings: Story is not canon compliant. Includes time jumps. Magic lore is altered/not compliant with canon HP Magic lore. Story cross-published on tumblr and AO3 (@cherryslyce). Do not alter, copy, or translate without expressed permission. The only characters I own are Anders and Asger Fiske.

You're a half-Jotun Valkyrie who has to live with the Avengers after helping them during a battle. Then Thor brings Loki to join the team. Can either of you thaw your frozen bruised hearts?

Exactly what the title says :)

"She was bred to be the perfect soldier. She doesn't blink, she doesn't think, and most importantly she doesn't hesitate. She just kills without remorse." Her entire life, Storm had only be one thing; a mindless soldier for those around her to use for their own advantage. She never had a choice, never had a chance to decide what side of the war she would be on. Since the day she was born she had only been bred for one thing, for one mission. Storm thought nothing could ever get in her way. But Tobias Eaton, a troubled soul just like she, had a habit of getting into the middle of things.

A perfect love story is impossible to compose. Love is cursed. At least that's what 18 y/o Juliette Hydell thought; or did until she laid her eyes on her new defense against the dark arts teacher. Will the two of them ever be capable of getting their happy ending, or will they crumble under the hands of forbidden love, and a heart shattering curse? "I don't want it to be any other way, Remus. I want you, and right now, I don't want anything else. " (poa -post dhp2) (teacher x student) (golden trio era) tags; #1 in davidthewlis #32 in remus

already explained on the title, feel free to request killers or senarios! Most of the start off killers are well known, but theres also some that arent known by many people.

This is a oneshots book about Benchtrio! Read INFO chapter to know more! Also, feel free to recommend plots or AUs in the assigned chapter for it :D - Disclaimer: I do not write about the cc's themselves, the characters in this book are different versions of their characters in different universes :)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"