tom riddle | voldemort/severus snape

"Phil, we can't just adopt random teenagers." "I mean technically we can." "Let me rephrase that, we morally can't adopt random teenagers." "You know you wanna adopt him too." Phil had that look on his face, the one that just screamed 'you know I'm right' and it was sadly true. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mafia AU where Techno and Phil are Mafia bosses and basically adopt Ranboo.Ranboo is oblivious to everything weird going on around them, slowly being dragged into The Syndicate without even knowing it.

Wilbur Soot had been living in his dreams for his whole life, disassociating and slipping into distant memories so much he barely knew what real life was any more. TommyInnit had been looking for a man from his dreams for years now, searching for someone he didn’t even know existed for sure. And when the two finally met in the DreamSMP and Wilbur became aware for the first time in years, what followed was a war, an election, a revolution and an irreversible disaster. Wilbur isn’t who he thinks he is.Tommy doesn’t remember everything.A fallen emperor watches from the woods.A father searches for his lost sons.And a businessman flips a coin, lustful for revenge. Welcome to the DreamSMP. ···◦○○⦾○○◦··· This fic is my re-telling of the first season of the DreamSMP, with more fleshed out characters, a more cohesive narrative, and a lot more drama and seriousness! This fic also includes original backstory for most major characters, original lore, retellings of events on SMPLive and SMPEarth, and references to/appearances from many characters not usually included in the DreamSMP story. Enjoy! [Completed 29/03/21]

The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's no one they trust more than each other. “Go!” Grian shouts as the monster charges, putting his whole force into the blow. Scar watches, frozen stiff as Grian fights until blood and gore and viscera mark the creature up like a Pollock painting. “What are you waiting for?!” Grian snaps when he finally notices that Scar is still standing there. He grips his weapon tight and attacks a final time, slamming the zombie down—good and dead—and standing panting over top of it, strained but victorious. He starts rushing from the scene, calling back for Scar over his shoulder. “Run!” And in a way that’s as familiar to him as breathing, Scar chases after him.

It was a highschool AU....Then it was a fake smp....then they defied the laws of physics and the fake smp lore became real... I am absolutely 100% orphaning this because WHAT THE FUCK UPDATE WHY CANT I ORPHAN????

“Alright.” Joel had been quiet since the mention of the watchers, and when he spoke now he sounded tired. “So, the Watchers took us all and dumped us on a random server with no clear way to leave, is that about right? And we have life game mechanisms in place.”“Sounds about right.” Grian nodded wearily.“Well, fine. All we need to do is be careful and not die, yeah? Seems simple enough. Just focus on staying safe, gearing up, and trying to get home. And the admins will surely be looking for us.”Grian looked around at the birch clearing, then up at the sky, sun blazing overhead. “I mean, it sounds fine in theory… but these are the Watchers we’re talking about. Who knows why they sent us here. And surely they have some sort of trick up their sleeve.” OR, Twelve players find themselves stuck on an island filled with unknown mobs and life-game mechanisms. How are they gonna get themselves out of this one?

In which a young girl wakes up in a forest with no memories.---------------I regret to inform that the MC in this story will be female, and will be using she/her pronouns.no, this is not a one-shot book, this is going to be a story I do not own you, or any of the MCYT featured in this story, I only own the story. **DISCONTINUED AS OF 2023.**

Wilbur's revolution- the cultivation of hundreds of years of brainwashing by the King of the DSMP- has failed. Wilbur, Tommy, and Fundy now face the consequences of their insubordination: the Slaughtering, a game of death that takes place once a year in the House- a facility residing in the grand capital city of L'manberg. The contestants consist of criminals and citizens believed of treason, and they are dangerous. Tommy and his family are not the only victims now forced to fight for their survival, though. Sapnap and the rest of his Demon military squad have finally been arrested. For nine years, they fought in the Badlands War, and two years ago, they lost it. Sapnap's determination to win his peoples' freedom still burns bright, though. If it weren't for two certain strangers, he would burn the House to the ground and assassinate the King himself. They need to escape. They need to win the revolution. They need to be free. or In which Tommy and Fundy are brought to a place of great danger and wariness.

Up on the highest shelf, one that most could not reach without a step stool or possibly a small ladder, were four bright, shiny bells each embedded with unique crystals of far off lands Tommy had never seen. These lands were far away. Far beyond the hills in the distance, or the mountain ranges that slept in the horizon, or even, beyond the stars and the sun itself. These lands were beautiful and grand, outstretching to the infinity of space, with impossibly tall trees and dense forests hiding the most mystical of creatures. or; tommy lives with his older brother, and caretaker, dream, who runs a shop and attraction house showing off the horrifying wonders of the farlands. everything seems to be going well until his brother brings back something new; something alive.