severus snape put in diapers fanfiction

[Ding! Your son has offended a Pure Yang Plane cultivator. A loving father should also be a protective father. You have to be stronger than your opponent. Therefore, your cultivation will now be improved to the Pure Yang Plane.] … Qin Chuan realized he could become stronger every time his son got into trouble. As such, he got addicted to tricking and pampering his son into becoming a troublemaker. … Qin Chuan said, “Son, I am invincible. So, do whatever you want and get yourself in trouble!” ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my p@treon [email protected]/NO_NAME1412

I'm transmigrating as Severus Snape?! What kind of shitty start is this?! First, let's start by fixing this greasy hair... To hell with the plot, I'll just go meet Harry Potter now. It's better to let him be with me than those 'family' of his. ... In the narrow alley where the rain was pouring. Severus Snape, who had smooth, refreshing, non-greasy black hair and a black umbrella, stretched out his hand to the nine-year-old savior of the Wizarding World who was sitting on the ground with a face full of fear and helplessness. --- Check out my other novels at my Profile... Advanced Chapters: patreon.com/ChickenGOD

Standing by the towers of Hogwarts, having just become the Half-Blood Prince, Snape thought to himself. "Life without Voldemort is the only life worth living." "There never was a Chosen One, but if there must be one, let it be me." "Only children limit themselves to one choice." "No matter how dark the path ahead may seem, a clear mind comes first." In the summer of 1976, these were the words of 16-year-old Severus Snape.

In the magical halls of Hogwarts, a new chapter begins. Just sixteen years old, Severus Snape awakens in 1976… with memories not his own, and the title of "Half-Blood Prince" newly claimed. It was a time before Voldemort tore his soul into pieces. A time when Nagini still slithered through the dark forests of Albania. A time when Pandora Lovegood was conducting strange and brilliant experiments in Hogwarts' hidden corners. A time when Madam Rosmerta was in her prime—charming, elegant, unforgettable. In this world brimming with opportunity and danger, Snape no longer walks the path of regret. This time, he chooses to live—to truly live—and rewrite everything. -- This is translation

George Paddington, an orphan who lost his parents during the COVID-19 pandemic, was a prodigious video game blogger. One fateful day, he dies in an accident while saving a three-year-old child. However, instead of passing on, he wakes up in the Harry Potter universe—inside the body of a 15-year-old Severus Snape, right after his infamous fallout with Lily Evans. Armed with knowledge of the future and guided by Eva, an AI assistant-like system, George must navigate the complexities of the wizarding world. With humor, danger, love, and self-discovery shaping his journey, he embraces the magic, intrigue, and challenges of his new reality. Will he alter Snape’s fate or remain bound to the tragic path history has written? For access to advanced chapters, join [email protected]/Maggie329

In 1976, 16-year-old Severus Snape embraced a new life as the Half-Blood Prince. Voldemort had yet to shatter his soul, Nagini lurked in Albania, and Hogwarts brimmed with secrets—Pandora’s daring experiments, Rosmerta’s youthful charm. In this era of possibilities, Snape resolved to seize his chance and explore the wonders of the wizarding world.

He transmigrated into the body of a sixteen-year-old boy. Asou Akiya’s new parents were dead, he had no ties, no burdens, no way back; the original owner had left him nothing but a precarious foothold as the lowliest grunt in Yokohama’s most notorious port organization. For an ordinary human without a single ability, simply staying alive was set to nightmare difficulty. No golden finger from the heavens? Then he would forge his own. Four years later. Destiny finally handed him its greatest turning point. After a cataclysmic explosion rocked the city, Asou Akiya, with meticulous calculation and trembling hands, rescued a breathtaking French beauty who had lost all memory. The man had been betrayed, abandoned, left fragile and shivering in the cold; yet beneath that porcelain vulnerability burned a soul of blinding brilliance and combat prowess that touched the very ceiling of this world. “…Who… am I?” “You are a romantic French poet, Rimbaud.” “A poet?” “Yes,” Akiya whispered, voice steady as scripture, “and you are the love of my life.” From that moment, Asou Akiya placed him upon the apex of his heart and spoiled him rotten. He soothed every wound with tenderness, watered the tender shoots of love with carefully tended lies, and watched them bloom. So what if memory returned one day? He had already seized the most priceless treasure in the world. Thank you, Verlaine! The partner you were willing to discard is now my wife. 【Asou Akiya × Rimbaud (French name: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud)】 {Mon âme éternelle, Observe ton voeu Malgré la nuit seule Et le jour en feu.} O my eternal soul, Hold fast to desire In spite of the night And the day on fire. — From A Season in Hell, Rimbaud

[Mature Content Warning] [End Of This fanfic guys] This story contains mature themes, strong emotional intimacy, and adult situations. All characters are 18+ in this AU. No explicit sexual scenes intimacy is handled with “fade to black”. Reader discretion advised. Five years after the war, Naruto stands on the edge of becoming Hokage. By day he’s Konoha’s hero. By night he’s just Naruto exhausted, alone, carrying everyone’s weight. Sakura refuses to let him break in silence. One night she tells him what he’s needed to hear all along: “Hokage, don’t hold back. Just be you with me.”

Cassie Black, the daughter of Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, has wanted nothing more than to become an Auror. During her seventh year at Hogwarts, she must deal not only with Minister Fudge's mistrust of her true intentions, but Dumbledore's unending manipulation to get what he wants. Her blossoming attraction to lifetime friend Professor Snape, who she assumes will be horrified if he finds out her true feelings, threatens to ruin everything she holds dear. (Starts during Sorceror's Stone. Severus x Original Female Character).

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"