Warau Stories

The Dark Lord should have killed Lily Potter. Instead, he offered her mercy. In the spring of 1980, at the height of the First Wizarding War, Lily Potter is captured while seven months pregnant and accompanied by her three-year-old daughter. Rather than execution, she is brought before Lord Voldemort himself. And he gives her a choice. Leave Britain. Take your husband, your children, and disappear beyond his war. Because the Potters are not merely enemies. They are blood-bound to him through ancient magic of the Peverell line and forgotten branches of House Slytherin. Killing them would awaken forces older than the war itself. So Lily chooses exile. The Potters vanish to the south of France. The war fades. Years pass. Children grow. Fourteen years later, the Triwizard Tournament returns. Harry Potter comes back to Hogwarts. His older sister, Eraya Nyneve Potter-Black-Beauxbatons' most brilliant witch and heiress to the ancient House of Black-returns to Britain for the tournament. And the man who once called himself Voldemort now rules magical Britain as Minister for Magic. Marvolo Slytherin. Eraya remembers only one thing from the night her family was spared. A pair of ruby-garnet eyes watching her in the dark. Fourteen years later, she meets a man with the same gaze. And there is something about that gaze-even now, just as there had been then-that feels almost haunting. And in the strangest, most unsettling way... inevitable.

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War is hell as they say, and they're not wrong. Phil returns to find that a lot has changed over the course of ten years, especially the young Dan Howell. Will the two be able to rekindle what little relationship they had and stop the tyrant Tyler together, or fade into oblivion with the other fallen soldiers? *** Note that I changed a few things!!!

❝ They trained you to serve the empire. But you didn't come to serve. You came to survive. ❞ When your father is conscripted to a war he won't survive, you do the unthinkable-cut your hair, bind your chest, and take his place under a false name. Thrust into the brutal world of military life, you quickly learn that surviving the camp is just as deadly as the battlefield. Then he arrives: Kwon Soonyoung, known as The Tiger of the East-a battle-hardened general with a sharp tongue, sharper blades, and eyes that see far too much. He takes an interest in you. Not quite trust. Not quite suspicion. But enough to make your secret burn hotter than any wound. As war drums echo and empires fall, your path crosses with warriors, spies, and kings disguised as men. Among them, SEVENTEEN-each with blood on their hands and ghosts at their heels-fight beside you, bleed beside you, and remind you what it means to feel in a world that no longer allows it. But how long can you fight with a lie wrapped around your neck before someone pulls the thread? And when Hoshi finally sees you for what you are-not a boy, not a soldier, but you- Will it be mercy he gives? Or a sword?

"You...you use to be so emotional, so easy to read." Bill continued, chuckling. "Just one look at your face and just about anyone could tell how you were feeling." He smiled fondly, adding softly "and I thought it was beautiful, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. To see someone so passionate about saving the people he loved, so determined and innocent." The smile was then replaced by a deep frown, eyes narrowing as he went into a daze. "But...but now, It's like you've put a wall up. A wall no one can cross."

There are different types of good people in this world. There are those who give out bread to the poor and smile at the new students in school. And there are those who illegally hide the wanted in their basement. Rapunzel Corona was the latter. ©copyright 2014 wickedlyglee17

All Steve wanted to do was go home.

Takes place in a fantasy-esque world Later becomes a war au around part 2 Read to find out more ;)) -not sure if this really counts as a slow-burn, but it's not exactly love at first sight of that makes sense - swearing, violence, depictions of blood, flashbacks to trauma, kinda dark story but I'm edgy like that Note: I don't ship Dream and George irl- this is more so based off their dsmp 'canon' characters/ are placeholders. I mainly just like writing sappy love stories and I needed a topic

Now with Ethan gone, Mark has to take on many responsibilities, too many responsibilities in fact. With everyone turning their backs on him, himself getting more and more closed off and, on top of that, one new recruit, unaware of his past, seemingly purposefully trying to get under his skin, how will Mark lead the rebels to win this war?

If you're happy, go away. Turn around, forget you ever saw this, and never return. This will soon be a book filled with sad depressing one-shots of my OCs and probably a few other people's OCs.

Not all love stories start off with lingering stares or flirting. Some love stories start with a girl punching a boy in the face. ~~~ (Y/n) (L/n) was on L'Manberg's side during the Dream SMP war. Her mother and father had apparently "disappeared" at a young age, abandoning her in the woods before she was found by the President of L'Manberg. She couldn't remember anything when she was younger, only being raised here with her friends. Now, she was 18 and fighting for the independence of her homeland. She was the ambassador and the little sister Wilbur never had. (Y/n) was known for her status, power and loyalty. In a twist of events, the Dream Team had tried taking her as hostage but it backfired, resulting in Sapnap becoming L'Manberg's hostage instead. Things started to get a lot more interesting, especially with (Y/n) and the raven haired boy. What happens when she slowly dawns on the truth? What happens when she finds out where she really came from? Who she was really meant to be? Which side she truly belonged in..? ~~~ THIS BOOK WAS INSPIRED BY "WHO'S IN THE WRONG?" BY SAPPYNAPPY_SIMP!! ! CONTAINS DRAMATIC IRONY ! !! NO SMUT !! **Sapnap x fem!reader **

George is... different. He'd known that from a young age, when that girl had died exactly like he said she would. His mother had known it too, and traded him away to the king in exchange for a life of comfort. They called him a clairvoyant; in his dreams, he could see the future. What they failed to acknowledge - or simply ignored - was that it was never even close to being perfect. But even so, it was good enough to start a war. He didn't think much of those two light soldiers, the one with the sunny hair or that other with contrasting dark, his white headband peeking out from beneath his bangs. At least, not until he began to realize that they knew the answers to his questions. Why he can see things in his dreams. Why he woke up two years in the past. And maybe most importantly, why the war that raged around them held much more meaning than he could have ever known. *** ' It certainly hadn't felt like he misspoke, but George knew better than to push him for an answer. So instead, he asked a different question. "Are people already upset at you?" Dream smiled sadly. "I messed up quite badly before I met you. Angered a lot of very important people too. It's probably best for both of us if I didn't go into it." "But you're only fifteen. How old could you have possibly been when you made someone so infuriated with you? Whatever you did, I'm sure you didn't mean it." The light-haired knight lowered his gaze to the ground, that melancholy smile of his growing wider still. "But I did." ' --- Platonic Dream team war au The one

"It was never meant to be." He whispers, wet tears falling slowly onto my shoulders. "Of course it never was." I reply. ___ Dreams can mean a lot of things, but for Valori it's only a distraction. Ever since Jschlatt became president of L'manberg, sending Wilbur and Tommy into exile, Valori stepped forward to help fight against the evil dictator- and anyone else who posed a threat to L'manberg. But during this, Val had a dream about a man who made her feel something that she hasn't felt in a long time. The thing that sends her into confusion is- this man has no face. While planning an attack to take out an important rival, one screw up leads her face to face with the person she hates most- Dream.

Yet another book I've written on Google Docs. Quarantine is boring, okay? I literally just finished this today so I'm uploading this like, right away. I'm not really great at these so yeah. This is an American Revolution AU but it's not actually really the American Revolution, if that makes any sense. Inspired by @RyanThePotato's Lams, Royal Legacies, but totally different. This isn't that terribly dark, but it's a war AU, so there's going to be death and blood. Lots of blood. No gore though. And this is one of my books, so expect trigger warnings but I don't say that there's going to be trigger warnings. Anyway, enjoy! I might change the title later, Idfk though.

George watches as the love of his life enters a battlefield which many will never get a chance to leave. {Set in 1943, a war au, *not historically accurate*, angst obviously:), no smut)

(This story can also be found on my Archive of Our Own [Ao3] account.) August 4, 1862 Fifteen-year-old Eren Jaeger joins the Union Cavlary after witnessing his parents' death, caused by two Confederate soldiers. His sister, Mikasa Ackerman, follows him and becomes a nurse. Everything is going fine, until August 28, 1862. The Second Battle of Bull Run, and Eren's first battle. He never thought that battle could be so brutal, and that he'd be that last face someone ever saw. He's scarred. Until he meets a young girl who heals him, both physically and emotionally. But that girl would be the one person to hurt him the most.

You escaped from Seoul a couple of years ago and now, you were living in an abandoned war zone with your younger brother, Jungkook. Everything was the norm until one day... Your small hut was destroyed by bombs and all you could hear was the deafening noise of an extremely high-pitched beeping noise...