[COMPLETED] Y/n is a faceless singer. One day she goes to a dandelion field for inspiration and meets a special someone

Technoblade is the king of a fairly notorious kingdom, known for his blood-thirst, he had earned the very fitting name of "Blood king" or, as some would call him, "Blood God". Despite that he's a very good and fair king, always busy taking care of his kingdom, as well as his subjects. The council was been pressing him on finding a bride, seeing that he was the last one of his dynasty, for all his family members and relatives had died during a very well orchestrated attack. He managed to survive thanks to his amazing fighting skills but now he needed to continue his bloodline, weather he liked it or not. Needless to say things would soon start to change, as a very peculiar group of individual made their entrance inside his kingdom. WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN, BLOOD, DEATH, AND OTHER TRIGGERS FOR WHICH I'LL PUT WARNING ON THE CHAPTERS AS THEY GO BY. EXTRA WARNING: IMMA TRY TO ADD SOME SMUT SCENES, FOR I WANNA TRY THAT FIELD TOO AND SEE IF I'M GOOD AT IT OR NOT, SO DON'T CUSS ME OUT IF IT SUCK, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, JUST SKIP THE CHAPTER. =^_^= 3° on #technoblade 5/04/2021 2° on #technoblade 6/04/2021 pog :)

(Technoblade x OC) COMPLETED Marlow was a girl most people envied to be. Beautiful, intelligent and above all else the next in line for the throne. She was used to being in the shadows of her father learning his every move and trying to figure the way to rule. When King Ronan tries to make amends with Atticus of the Nether, what will come of it? War? Enemy's? Or love?

"Aphrodite, walk with me in the silver moonlight" "Calm down Shakespeare" "I'm trying to be romantic, give me a break" y/n, 21, eldest daughter, heir to the throne, yet always in second place. Being the daughter of the most wealthy man is something many would call lucky, unless your father was Jschlatt. Tubbo being the youngest, and favorite, child was the heir to the throne, but for reasons still unknown he didn't know about his family. Then comes the time for y/n crowning but first the right suitor must be chosen. Nobody seems interesting, that is untill she meets him. Achievements Ranks: 3 in GorgeNotFound on 1 - 18 - 21

DISCONTINUED DUE TO TECHNOBLADE'S PASSING 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝙭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝙈𝙘𝙮𝙩 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. Updates will not be frequent, my apologies.

Wilbur Soot adopts Y/n ⚠TRIGGER WARNING⚠ Suicided attempts, Self Harm, Depression, Mention of Abuse, Harsh Language, Eating Disorder, Panic Attacks. (may add more??) You're a 15 year old girl whose life has only been hard, one foster family to another, and had finally had enough. She escapes her home and runs to the nearest bridge. She makes it there and is ready to jump when she feels a warm hand in hears and a soft hum.

"𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎." Angie always kept herself busy with new things, trying to widen her horizons and learn new things, while Technoblade is comfortable living his simple and orderly life. They both had incredible minds, but used them in the complete opposite ways. If they hadn't met on that one fateful day then they would have been fine with that fact, but love can really open people's eyes. I've been #1 in wilbur, discord, stream, blade, hypixel, and techno if that means anything (art used on cover belongs to @EtceteraArt on twitter, cover art is by bloodygloss) FINISHED FEB 7 2021

Kinsley Berke, just a normal but weird British girl who accidentally types the wrong number into her phone. While chatting to a random stranger on text message she realizes she might have made a friend or even much more. This story is inspired by the dreamwastaken fanfic Area Codes by @ihaveajuicebox (you should definitely read it)

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.