THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

sac·cha·rine /ˈsak(ə)rən/ excessively sweet or sentimental. --- 'She's beautiful.' The voice's whisper surfaced back in his head. But was that truly one of the voices speaking? Or was that his own thought? He shook his head, attempting to dismiss the whisper- his thought. All these soulmate crap isn't true. He protruded his previous conclusion immediately in the center of his mind. And yet this person he barely even knew- a person whom he just met, had already caused his heart to leap out of his chest. Or A saccharine love story between a coy witch and a blood god.

while y/n was too busy yelling at her friend angelina for not helping her fight back people in bed wars, ranboo was still considering if he should raid you or not ty for 1M!!!<3

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 **

***-***-5876: on jah you need to stop breaking phones. i have 20 contacts with your name on them. -- ***-***-3091: ive never broken a phone in my life and idk anyone with a ohio number sooo -- in which sibyl walker falls for a faceless man from california all due to a wrong area code -- in which technoblade falls for a faceless girl from new york all due to a wrong area code -- !OCxTECHNOBLADE! !SWEARING! !no smut!

❦𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫❦ 𝘼 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙎𝙈𝙋 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙀𝙧𝙚𝙩/𝙏𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚 ❧ Sanguis: Meaning blood in Latin Torva Messor: Meaning Grim Reaper in Latin The Grim Reaper is a common tale, based on Cronus, a god who ate his own children to avoid being outdone by them. One never wishes to be overcome by their own, or by anybody for that matter. Everybody wants to be on top. Everybody wants to be envied. Everybody wants to be a god. "All Good Things Must Come To An End." A tale of Torva Messor, and her circumstances with Eret and Technoblade. Because who says romance can't include violence? ❧ Started: December 16th 2020 Finished : November 24th 2022 Highest Ranking: #2 in Fanfiction on May 11th 2021 100k on May 13th 2021 Cover: inkphobic on wattpad [Mature rating for sensitive topics and sexual/NSFW content.] [There is a separate oneshot book about this mcyt OC if you want more content, and a discord server linked on my profile!]

Meant to be yours || Technoblade x Reader series. Y/N was a twenty year old girl who is a part of the Dream Team, she was a wise builder and a trap setter. She is not a big fighter but she is still a big help in the team. She was never allowed to go anywhere other then her own home, Sapnap's home and the community house. She wasn't welcome to any other places because she was hated to the fact that she loves to destroy buildings and homes. Every citizen of L'manberg really thinks she is a bad person but she isn't. She just really loves to destroy buildings then making a replica but a better one and setting traps everywhere. The President of L'manberg put it as a law that she isn't allowed inside the walls, but if she did then she will be gonna go in a trial. Then, she saw how the elections went through which made her feel like wanting to help the two old citizen and so she did it. But when the two old citizen recruited another person...oh boy she didn't know what will happen to her when time will pass by.

Cadere; V (Verb): | To Fall. | With threats of impending war now hung in the balance, you could no longer sit idly by and watch as the very world around you, crumbled. After getting in touch with an old friend, you finally broke free of the gilded cage that had held your childhood, and were soon filling your lungs with freedom. Life was finally, as it should be. And yet, the situation quickly escalated beyond what you had ever bargained for... On top of that, you were falling for a man with a heart as rigid as wood, and eyes as red as the deepest circle of hell ★ -Originally titled as both Infatuated, and With you I'm alive. (More into Latin titling now. Especially for a character like Technoblade.) - Fem! Reader - Under slow editing as of (19/03/25) as a way of coping with Technos passing in reliving some of his best moments! (Seriously this writing sucks, how are you guys tolerating this?) - All body types inclusive. All races inclusive. If you see something that contradicts this, please tell me I would be more than happy to fix it for you lovelies! <33

(y/n) who was wrongly accused of a crime had been put in a shitty prison. Her cell being underground not really allowing her to see much from outside, only through a small window with iron bars letting her see the feet of people who walk by and the chatter of the town, but the town has resently been turned upright when someone new comes along. -- Basic info-- Reader is she/her (sorry) and this is like a- an- ummm- au?? i- just think like kings, queens and yes- - i am so tired, i literally started writing this at 4am - !!!!! Art by @/JLemongrass on twitter !!!!!