Temporarycharacterdeath Stories

"Canary call, the first to fall," he repeated what Martyn had said to him. "Are you going to be the one to kill me this time?" Stuck in a cycle of endless death and rebirth. Fight and fight, the curse of the canary stays standing, just as he had. But even the greatest of statues erode with time. One last time, that would be all he needed. Losing was not an option. aka jimmy being sad for 5000+ words woo I finally stopped procrastinating on the cover and now it's here

Narinder obtains a new vessel

A story about a eccentric girl from the future with a dimension travelling pocket watch who meets a plauge doctor from the 1300's whos personality is as mysterious as his past . who knows what will happen? *NOTE this is my first story so please bear with me. this will have crossovers and such * from other fandoms which i will credit at authors note this will be all thank you

[The legend of Snow White. Spoil Ep50] : Three different point of view about Snow White's sacrifice.

Shinso finally made it into class 1-A. This his dream. After years of working with his Dad, Aizawa, to gain the muscle and work ethic it takes to be a 1-A student. He did it. Little did he know, that this one class change, would change his life forever. Denki is a ball of energy, always bouncing around and sparking with new thoughts and ideas. How will his life change when a boy with purple hair and eye bags comes crashing into his life? Will misunderstandings get in the way of Denki's crush? Will they be able to recover after tragedy strikes late at night? *I do not own these Characters or MHA* *Legit just a fanfic*

"A- Alfred, don't be a hero," said the Nation of the Dominion of Canada. He used the United States of America's human alias due to their public position, but nearly stumbled. Briefly, he was glad that the two names stared with the same sound. - Inspired by the song Billy, Don't be a Hero by Bo Donaldson & The Heywoods Sequel coming soon. Sources in next chapter.

when the city' hero ends up on deaths doorstep PAST Grian's doorstep, the man has no choice but to help him. further friendship, pining, angst, and romance pursues.

"Are you satisfied?" "If you're really me, you should know that I don't want to die." Cale replied, raising his eyebrow at the robed man. Ghost Cale turned away from him and sat down by the hilltop's edge, hugging his knees. "Yes, we are 'dead' in a sense. But look, we're still here, existing." A pause. "I have to do nothing. It's peaceful, and even if it weren't, I'd still have to do nothing." Cale understood what his future self was implying. "You get to slack," he said simply. "That I do." The ghost Cale finally murmured breathlessly. "That I do..." After a moment, he spoke up again. "You know, doing nothing-or in our case, slacking off-isn't the same as having nothing to do." ~~~ In which, Cale realizes he might die and tries to stop it. Only to realize he'd rather die, because now he knows why.

A bit sad, a bit sweet, the flavor of most memories that Seungmin holds dear. Living means making decisions, some good and some bad. And some that feel like a mistake no matter what you choose. In a world where morals take a backseat to the far more important goal of living, promises that were made with the utmost sincerity in the past are just so easy to bury in your mind, abandoned and forgotten. But sometimes, memories have a way of showing up. Everywhere. And if Seungmin thought hard enough, it was almost like he was seeing the world through someone else. Seungmin and Hyunjin develop a connection that transcends timelines. If other people's compasses point North, his points to Hyunjin. #4 in Symbolism

our favorite toxic gays are in double life. Scar's soulmate is a winner, holding memories he doesn't have access to. Grian is stuck with Scar again, past memories and trauma coming back to haunt him. how can he work with Scar when forced to bottle up emotions till they explode. (cover art not mine) [the events in this fanfiction are not 100% Canon to double life.]

A/n: THIS IS ALSO POSTED ON MY AO3 ACCOUNT, I DID NOT STEAL THIS! I will be working on an official cover for this later on "But they both turned their attention as they heard pained coughing. Both turned to the giant oak tree, Hana even raised the light towards it, and both froze when they saw a two-toed foot poking out from the tree. They heard wheezing from the tree and a few painful grunts as the foot was forced to hide behind the tree."

As his consciousness faded and his back went flush with the bottom of the pool, he heard a voice in the back of his head. "You are not alone, Mieczyslaw. The spark in your veins shall protect you. Breathe, Mieczyslaw. The water shall fill your lungs but become the air you need. Open your eyes, Mieczyslaw. Open your eyes and greet the dawn."

Because of the videos crossing Good Omens with Tangled, I have decided to make it a story so here it is. Btw the chapters will be kind of short, depends really. Aziraphale, a stolen prince with golden wings, is raised by his Fallen Guardian Gabriel. On his 18th birthday, he meets the devilishly handsome and also thieving scoundrel known as Crowley. Together, the two make their way to the kingdom that seems to celebrate Aziraphale's birth, making new friends, running into enemies and maybe finding new love? Oh of course they do, you all know Tangled.

Lian fell on the ground, head dizzy, lungs burning, and body numb. Eno dragged herself beside them and keeps tugging their arm. Lian can't make out the words that she said but some half-words such as "hold" "wake" "call" and "stay".Lian chuckles, but blood comes out instead. 'Huh, this is ridiculous, ' they thought. ' it's as if I'm about to die right now' the thought of dying from being too drunk to think while fighting a drunk (ex)best-friend makes them laugh harder, spilling several more blood.

The death in Pandora's box, Tommy silently grieves inside of Limbo. Fill with sadness and blood boiling hatred.

Sometimes, God calms the storm, and sometimes, He lets the storm rage and calms His child. Gabriel and Chuck move somewhere new, to let Gabriel recover from the stab in the chest. And then, one of the kids at the Care home next door starts sprouting Grace. (Also she's descended from the Light-bringer himself, so this ought to make for good reading.)

Everybody wears masks. Physical or metaphorical. Sometimes both. Sometimes more than one. And the reasons may vary. Some aim to better the way they're perceived. While others seek to protect themselves and those around them. Some people wear masks to dissociate from their lives. And others do it to justify their actions-however honorable or barbaric they may be-without consequence. Most importantly, masks cover the rawest version of oneself. A person who wears a mask actively chooses to hide a truth about themselves. To deceive others so as to never be forced to acknowledge who they are at their core. They are not to be trusted. Or It's been six months since Bruce donned the suit for the first time. Six months of readjusting his entire social life for one mission. One city. He finds out he underestimated the toll it'd have on him. You'd think it gets easier-playing up the charm at parties, dodging suspicions, making up believable excuses. It takes great time and effort, but Bruce Wayne's nothing if not determined. Yet, what's he to do when one bored woman he accidentally let into his life starts to dig too much too fast? Well, Alfred *did* say he'd need allies. Maybe even friends. || Also on AO3 ||

This is my first time writing and I'm not sure if it might be a good fanfic also I'm in high school so I will not be able to post that often but my friend will help me remember that I need to post

A collection of short stories based off of random story ideas from my family.