There's not a single hero who can keep every god satisfied. Heracles angered Hera, Odysseus Poseidon, and you Aphrodite. That's all a simple rejection could do, and now you're forced to live with a curse. At advice of the Oracle, you become a warrior in Cretes, solving the Labours giving to you by King Schlatt, but once you're invited, along with many others, to celebrate the eighteenth birthday of the prince of Mycenae, you come to realize that the true reason behind your visit may be just as helpful to solve your own little problem. Though, while it might help solving your smaller issue, you're not aware of the many problems it might just cause in the future. This is a Greek Mythology AU Yan!DSMP x Reader

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.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

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.

"Please, don't hurt her!" Sam pleaded. I looked at Sam, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. I gave him a weak smile trying to reassure everything would be fine even though I was absolutely terrified. The cold blade pressed closer to my neck nearly cutting the skin. "Sam, you know what I want," Dream cooed yanking on my hair earning a yelp from my mouth. "And if you wish for her safety, I suggest you hand it over." this is a Awesamdude x reader (if you can't tell by the title :D) y/n= your name Cover art made by me and I do not give permission for others to use it. Does not 100% follow the plot timing and events, so if you get a little confused thats why. if Awesamdude or any dreamsmp member sees this and is uncomfortable i will take it down as fast as possible. NO SMUT I'm not comfortable with it so I won't write it. Prounouns= she/her Btw i'm short af so to torture the character she will be 5'4 cuz that about my hight :) if your over that good for you ily and wish I was that tall 🙂 Have a good day/night! -Exotic Tea

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You are a resident of the dream smp,you have been there since Dream first made the server.You lived peacefully until Tommy joined.What will you do to change the fate of the smp? (As the cover suggests,this will be a story of a reader who befriends Techno,Dream and more so if you are not into that,feel free to leave. Although female pronoun is used, the gender of the reader does not affect the story)

"so...you have horns, odd eyes, many not-human-looking features...and you say your not a hybrid?" "...yup..." An Awesamdude x reader because there is not enough of them gosh darn it. I don't even want to admit how long I kept looking for Sam x readers. XD This will not follow the plot of the smp well, if at all. So yes, there will be things that don't line up with the plot. Sorry. anyways, this is my second book and I hope it's good lol. if you do end up liking this one, maybe go look at my other book! it would be very much appreciated^^ e/c=eye color h/c=hair color a/n=authors note

You move to a new state for college. Once you got there you meant a guy named Sam. Your ex gets jealous of Sam so he.... There's TW for sections that have triggers so please do not read if it triggers you!!! Slow updates, sorry Fan art is not mine!!!!

When (Y/n) befriends a stranger who helped her in the woods, she doesn't know her new friend is a war hero and heir to the throne who is looking for a bride. When it seems she barely knows her own father, who's to say she can trust these feelings she's never felt before? _________________________________________ I don't go through checking my books for typos, so let me know when you find one. This does not follow much canon dreamsmp storyline, just some of the members. There will be some parts inspired by something that happened on the dream smp. I do not own any art shown in here unless stated. I do not own any part of the dream smp, I just own storyline of this book. If any of the mentioned people are uncomfortable with my book, I will take this book down.