histórias de Norelationships

Oliver Black grew up in the shadow of a name the wizarding world feared. Before he could walk, people whispered about his family. But Oliver was raised far from the cold Black traditions. His mother kept their home warm, loud, and full of magic. And yet, every time Oliver stepped outside, he felt the weight of the Black legacy clinging to him like smoke. When his Hogwarts letter arrived, Oliver didn't feel fear. He felt opportunity. A chance to prove that a Black could be more than darkness. A chance to make friends who chose him, not his history. A chance to build a life that was entirely his own. By the time he boards the train to Hogwarts, Oliver is ready: hopeful, stubborn, reckless in all the ways a hero usually starts out - and carrying a past the castle has no idea is about to unravel.

Why couldn't he stop crying? Why couldn't he get these thoughts to stop? Why couldn't he just share what he was feeling? He, yet again, felt useless and ashamed. "I just want it to stop... I want to die..." or Senku is finally processing all his trauma and the death of Byakuya all at once and he is drowning in his own pain. Spoilers for season 1-4 and the manga Cross posted from ao3

what if sam and dean find out about a pack of werewolves and all other kinds of supernatural creatures in beacon hills? what if they will go there to save people, hunt things, the family bussiness? -- i haven't touched this story in over a year now and i kinda lost my 'obsession' with both spn and tw so idk if i'm ever gonna finish it, sorry!

"We lost count of the year long ago. Who cares anyway? The People of K3-14 don't need to know what year it is, since the planet is already halfway infected. Their demise is coming soon. There's no way around this.... or is there..?" [Tw!: This contains swearing, mentions of blood (maybe mentions of gore too I dunno)] *((This is a fan story for my favourite content creator Laughability. I've worked on the idea long ago before publishing this and I'm sure that it will turn out amazing!))* //I do not know how often I will update this but it will be often since I promised myself to immediately work on an idea once I think of one// /All the art in this so far is all mine./

They say the ghosts of the past still haunt us. They say ghosts move on to the Pure Lands. Maybe both of these people are correct, maybe some ghosts can't help but linger. And of course, that is what the Seishin clan preach: that ghosts are still around us, and that they can be controlled. Of course, something as complex as the afterlife requires a complex solution. Naturally, I speak of human sacrifice. But this is no Reanimation Jutsu; far more primitive than that. Nara Itsuki, at the meagre age of four, was taken from Konohagakure by the Seishin clan as a sacrifice. Old enough to remember his village, but not old enough to form a true connection to it. (Of course, the circumstance was most unfortunate. Itsuki was not the preferred target but ended up being the most convenient.) -- Cover by Myself -- -- Definitely has a high chance of being dropped! Read at your own risk --

It's a day off for class 1-A and Bakugou decides to stay at his dorm and relax while the rest of the class heads to the mall... Except, his day doesn't go as planned when Aizawa needs someone to babysit a certain grey haired girl while he attends a meeting.

Young hockey player Darren Mitchells feels like he's reached a plateau in his career. To get over this hump he has a decision to make. Does he make the right one?

this story gonna be hella depressing, lots of death, lots of sad feels, and just you will straight up not read this for how fucked this storyline gonna be like, suicide, deaths, murder, no relationships if they're any there not gonna last a week give or take, I have decided to make this book just to sought .out all the sad shit that I'm feeling I'm gonna be makes expecting the chaps not to be long like maybe 200 words each, and more shit anywho I'm also watching sad tikkoks and I been watching a lot of murder shows lately Soo yeah bye hope your looking forward for this shit wrack of a storytime.

"This world is made on rules. It's what makes where we live cleaner and safer. And if you break these rules...well.. you won't hear the morning birds sing." He said with an evil chuckle. This man is nuts.. I thought quietly to myself. "Everyone here is 16 or turning. So, none of you know the rules. You may have broken some of them already, but that's why you have three chimes. Each time you break a rule a chime is taken away. And if you're left with no more.. you'll hear the ravens crowing." He smiled innocently, though I could hesr the happiness in his voice. "Since none of you know the rules, I'll need a volunteer. Raise your hand." No one raised their hand. Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm and someone rose my hand for me.. My heart started raising because I had studied all the rules and I had broken an important one.. [This is a GxG so if you're against LGBT+ I suggest you click off this. There will be spelling grammers and I probably won't update a lot but I'll try!]

(Please read this used to be a book I wrote for school in fith grade.) Jake is stuck in a world of magic and has no way out, his best cat buddy aithe is here to help. What happens when a wizard comes to kill him but won't tell him why? What if it's a dream? Is Jake not actually there?

En·dur·ance  /inˈd(y)o͝orəns,enˈd(y)o͝orəns/      The fact or power of enduring an unpleasant or difficult process or situation without giving way.  I do not own The Mandela Catalogue, it belongs to Alex Kister.

A boy with eyes of the ocean and a heart of fire meets 4 boys in a blaze of pain. Daniel, known as T, is running from the police. His mind distracted, he runs straight into the path of a car. Unbeknownst to him, the passengers will change his life. But for better or worse?

Some students see each other every day, they believe they are seen all that way, but this isn't necessarily true....

A collection of texts between you and KISS. There are no relationships between the Reader and the band members.

"-No!" Tommy interrupts, quickly darting out from behind Wilbur. "You're my friend, Dream. I just need a second to get my shit together." Tommy is still unable to meet Dream's eyes, yet he knows he doesn't imagine the smile in Dream's voice, "Yeah, we're friends right?" Or, a daydream I had where irl Tommy has hyperrealistic dreams of c!tommy and his trauma which turned into a little 700 word thing :3 ~Cover photo art by alice_drownd on Reddit~

"Why did you hide this from us Hyung..." "I'm sorry..." Jin the loving member, he loves everyone and everything... But... Nobody knows how he really feels... Not even his very own members... This is a story with no happiness. This is a story with hard topics. I am warning you turn back if you don't like stories like this.

I open my eyes. Through the dusty glass pane beyond the door frame, I see a ruined Seoul. Buildings are nearly all crumbled, metal framing rusted and breaking. Weeds and vines wrap around the few remaining structures, nature thriving as human civilization crumbles away. Crude structures are built by the survivors, barely able to shelter them from the night. It looks so real. To them, it must be real. After all, I am the only who knows how to wake up from this dream.

Ever since getting his quirk, all Izuku has wanted to do is live a normal, boring, peaceful life. Not drawing too much attention to himself, going through school and coming out of it with some boring office job. Spending his days eating katsudon alone in a little house in the suburbs, and living completely unremarkably; But sadly, life (and a certain annoying blonde) has a way of completely destroying any dreams he may have. In this story, follow Midoriya Izuku on his path to become the greatest (and most reluctant) hero to have ever lived. - A.K.A., the one where Midoriya has Saiki Kusuo's abilities. (p.s. you dont need to have watched the disastrous life of saiki k to understand the plot) (p.p.s. i do not own nor am i associated with either bnha or saiki k, kinda obvious but i gotta make it clear) enjoy :D

Lee Felix, formally known as Lee Yongbok, is a new arrival at New York's University of Fine Arts. ------ "Hyung, have you seen the new guy in Hyunjin's dance class?" "Of course not-" "Yah, he's not in my class! He's in the dance class a level lower, the amateur level! I'm not a new student you know, Yang Jeongin!" --- Basically, this is how the members of Stray Kids slowly recruit Felix into their little group. ☺️ 3rd Person only ❤️