harry potter dies

In which a GF-fangirl wakes up to find herself in the body of a baby Bill Cipher before the events of canon happens. Welp, lets see how much she can fuck this up. (Updates once every other week) (Now canonically a shared universe with the Triplet AU, Dimension 46'/-A and One Way(to absolve his crime)) IMPORTANT NOTE: Ok, so I've decided to just put a warning right here about BlueBill from Dimension 46'/-A. He's not a good person, and is going to trigger a lot of people. Also putting up an angst warning for when things get super emotionally draining as a result of BlueBill and other terrible things making MizBill spiral into depression. This is backstory, character exploration, slice of life and very much a cradle to the grave sort of thing. And... apparently the romance is finally coming up. Woop?This is not meant to be taken seriously, it's just a stupid idea I'm writing for fun.

It had been five years since the light had fallen under the Dark Lord’s reign. The Wizarding World assumed Harry Potter had been murdered by Voldemort days after his capture; few knew the truth. And sometimes the truth can be much, much worse.

In another universe, The Crown Prince of Xian Le, Xie Lian, did not ascend as a martial god, but as a god of flowers, a minor god. A minor god who made a mistake, and was punished, sealed in his own little portion of heaven with barely any power, indebted to the Heavenly Officials for their mercy and kindness. He spends his days in isolation, occasionally visited by gods when they want him for their festivals. He cannot refuse. All days were nice. All days were the same. Until a new 'god' visited, one draped in red with a large, red butterfly perched on his shoulder. “Hello, Gege. You can call me San Lang.” Or: FlowerGod!XieLian x GhostKing!HuaCheng AU with Rapunzel and Hades & Persephone vibes

Harry is fine.Being an Auror is fine.Living with Ginny is fine.It's all fine. But it used to be a lot better.

It was supposed to be a simple mission done with an outrageous teammate. Hanzo thinks the world loves screwing with his life.

Castiel Novak, the city’s only Submissive homicide detective, balances navigating a career believed to be a Dominant’s domain and keeping his physical needs in check. When another team drops the ball and a series of gruesome murders lands in Castiel’s lap, it’s simply another day on the job. Only this isn’t like any case Castiel has ever worked. Collecting clues and running leads gets him nowhere, until the day he receives a phone call from Dean Winchester, Editor-in-Chief of the popular magazine Cruisin’ Classics. It’s a phone call that has the power to blow the case wide open. Castiel races against the clock as the killer ups the ante, but Dean—rich, drop-dead gorgeous, and a famously unconventional Dominant to boot—proves to be a distraction he can’t afford. As the danger grows, Castiel finds himself torn between upholding his beliefs and giving in to his desires. Can he resist his urges long enough to find the killer, or will his biology consume him?

It seems nowadays that Katsuki's head is filled with nothing but questions. Why is Midoriya suddenly so obsessed with origami? Why does it feel like Eijirou and Denki are plotting something? And who keeps leaving flowers in his desk?!