The L'Manburg election is fast approaching, and who better to endorse Wilbur's party than the renowned J Schlatt himself? Only he didn't come alone. "Hey. Who's the woman?" "You mean this vision of beauty? Yeah, she's my wife." "Please stop telling people we're married, Schlatt." This is a Dream x OC story Rated Mature for bad language and Schlatt

˜"*°•𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.•°*"˜ In which every day is a perfect day to be a badass bitch *-*-*-* You've spent your whole life looking for your long-lost friend. Not once, would you ever have considered imagining that he's been right in front of you for the past several months, hiding behind his mask. Uh, Alexa, play 'Watcha Say' by Jason Derulo-

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.