Bedtime Story
.In which a little visitor gives up its life to lull an insomniac to sleep
The title is just a play on words. No sin to be found here, but there will be lots of fluffy oneshots, all with the theme of LGTBQ+. It's pride month, time to celebrate it. First 25 will be written by me, and requests will open up at number 26.
"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver...
It's just me challenging myself to write a one shot for mcyt everyday. (Mostly) no ships, and the ones that exist are mostly background or barely mentioned at all. I'll do my best to post everyday, since that's literally the challenge, but y'know, things could happen. Requests have been opened up (even though I probs...
Thou have forgotten Her light, thou have abandoned your Creator, for a miserable worm with a fake crown. How couldst thee compare his pitiful, dim, cold glow to Her warm, blazing, loving light? How couldst thee forget and banish the one who gave you life? Now thy shriek and cry and fight, refusing Her enlightenment an...
Taking place after the banishment ending, the Grimm Troupe needs to figure out what to do about this abrupt change in plans.
A Hollow Knight fanfic, following the perspective of the NPC, Quirrel throughout the events of the game. I'm trying to make this as accurate as possible, and will leave a list of several sources in the book. Please understand any misinformation, as much of the lore of Hollow Knight is still left undeciphered.
https://twitter.com/nestblue_moon/status/1231289378678419457 Source for cover fanart Hallownest was in shambles, the infection was taking its hold on the populous. The Pale King feels helpless against the Radiance, searching for any option to save his kindgom. TW CONTAINS THEMES OF SUICIDE/DEPRESSION. READ AT...
The infection has taken everything from you, your home, your family, and your happiness. Stuck playing nothing but sad songs on your violin to tell others how you really feel. When Ghost comes to town and hears you play, they make sure you're no longer lonely. One day tents sprout up in your home town with no warning...