Ever since Y/N was a little girl, she would dream of a strange man, always dressed in a red suit, with a frightening smile, who closely resembled a deer... Growing up, her family's pressured her to therapy when she begins to believe that these..."dreams" are more then just dreams. But what if all along...they were never dreams? But instead, manifestations of a reality Y/N could have never predicted? Later in Y/N's adult hood, she will find out the deeper meaning to these dreams, but trouble will arise when she does... Will Y/N live a normal, ordinary life that she/her family always wanted? Or will a certain man put an end to any thoughts of an ORDINARY life, and make Y/N want to give it all up, just to be with him? WARNING: Mild swear words, mentions of abuse. PG/PG-13 (A story of angst, fluff, romance, and fantasy) ✨Highest Rankings!✨ #2 in Lucifer #1 in Alastor #1 in Charliemorningstar #1 in darkfluff #2 in Alastorxreader #1 in roses #1 in demons #1 in deerdemon #1 in darkromance #2 in hazbinhotelxreader #1 in theradiodemon #1 in USA #1 in hell #1 in therapy

Terrorist attacks flood the continent. Not a single European metropolis is safe. As the States get involved as well, Laswell puts you in a team of specialists as captain in command. When Price joins as second captain, the officials force you to work hand in hand. Needles to say that the reserved Brit has little left for that big mouth and cocky temper of yours.

Recently turned D-Class, you were a researcher who terrified your colleagues and had committed a terrible crime that your past self claimed was for the greater good. Turns out you had a stalker, and after being brought to 049 as a means of end, you, with no memory of your past, push through a breach and slowly uncover the mystery of yourself and that unforgivable thing you've done. All the while, bonds strengthen, and feelings develop with an unlikely someone. (Cover art belongs to me). Started: 08/19/2019 First Published: 10/28/2019 Finished: 08/19/2020

You are a D-Class. You were living your normal life when all the sudden once you went to sleep and woke up, you were in a completly diffrent place with no memory of how you got here. Confused and scared, you follow what everyone told you to do. But who knew it would lead you to your love of your life? (Cover art not mine.) I do own some characters, though they aren't OC's. Y/N belongs to you. ------------------------ "I see... so they do feel the same..." He mumbles, rubbing his chin. You slowly turn around, shyly making eye contact. "You... You don't want to leave each other either?" You ask, looking down. His eyes widens, seeming suprised you heard him.

Note: This is NOT a love story between a mask and a child. That is pedophilea, which is NOT what's happening here. This is a Father/daughter relationship. You were abandoned at a very young age. Three years to be exact. You would've been dead meat, but a fellow SCP member found you, and took you into the facility as a experiment. But what they wouldn't know, is that this experiment will be their downfall. ---------------------------- "Let me show you the world you were meant to see." He said, reaching out his hand. You smiled and grabbed it.

You were a recruit, asked to join a rebellion you didn't believe in- to fight against people you didn't know- all the while carrying around the knowledge and the secret that... You couldn't die. Not without extra steps. . . . . . .

As a fan of the Dream SMP, you suddenly find yourself stuck in their world. "Dream, until today, your life has been part of a roleplay in Minecraft that I've watched", I exclaim. Dream freezes. I watch as he raises a shaky hand and lifts the mask up his face. I now stare into confused green eyes. "What did you just say", Dream asks. Most Impressive Rankings: #63 fanfiction (2/13/21) #7 xreader (2/21/21) #1 minecraftau (3/14/21) #1 dreamsmpxreader (3/16/21) #2 technoblade (3/19/21) #1 lmanberg (4/27/21) #1 tommyinnit (5/17/21) #3 philza (5/17/21) #1 ghostbur (5/20/21) #1 wilbursoot (5/21/21) #1 dream (6/16/21) #1 dsmp (6/6/21) #1 tubbo (7/31/21) #1 ranboo (11/13/21) #1 script (1/23/22)

"I like the way you think, Radio Demon." "And you, Miss Hell en Pointe." ୨୧ [Y/N] [L/N] ─ also known as Miss Kitty, also known as Miss Hell on Heels, er, Hell En Pointe. A recently deceased southern belle with a knack for all forms of dancing (particularly ballet), she knows exactly how she got into Hell. She made a deal with the most menacing, powerful, grinning, and enticing Overlord in existence ─ the Radio Demon. She met him once on Earth, made a deal, and hopes to never meet him again... especially not in Hell of all places. After a depressingly purposeless stroll through Hell, [Y/N] winds up on the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel. Bored yet reluctant, she accepts a rosy-cheeked, sweet little demon girl's invitation to stay and immediately regrets it afterward when she comes into contact with none other than an infamous scarlet and ebony-haired Demon named Alastor. She immediately decides that she hates him, and he quickly decides he despises her just as much... However, he owns her, and she wants out of it ─ she wants her soul back... whatever it takes. ୨୧ [2nd Person P.O.V] [Alastor x Reader] [Contains Smut] ୨୧ #2 in "alastor" out of 1,000+ #1 in "alastorxreader" out of 1,000+ #13 in "hazbinhotel" out of 1,000+ ୨୧ Disclaimer: I do not own the Hazbin Hotel franchise, its plot, or its characters. I only own my original characters. ୨୧ Began: February 18, 2024 Completed: March 21, 2024 Written during age(s): 16 yrs Full Word Count: 70k ୨୧ FANFICTION OF: Hazbin Hotel