Dream x Reader

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

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. . . . . . .

"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

So as discussed, after writing my latest to Akatsuki based stories, I couldn't part with them and created some oneshot scenarios which are based within both stories. Please enjoy and feel free to request any ideas you wish to read. Thank you!! Stories are all mine but characters are from Naruto Shippuden and owned by Masashi Kishimoto Pictures used are also not fine, they are found on Pinterest. All credit to the owners <3 Potential swearing (Hidan..)

(This story is based with the fact that the anime does not exist, therefore [Y/N] has no idea of the Akatsuki). What will the Akatsuki do when Tobi brings them an item that will change their lives and timeline for the next few weeks. Have they become soft or will they stay on their path ? STRONG LANGUAGE (Blame Hidan) I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR THE PHOTOS USED. NARUTO ISN'T MINE, I JUST MADE A FAN FICTION WITH MY FAVOURITE VILLAINS ! ALL CREDIT TO THE OWNERS OF THE FANART

THSI IS THE SEQUEL TO A TASTER OF MODERN LIVING - AKATSUKI X READER Please read the first book before this one, it will make so much more sense if you did. [Y/N] has joined the Akatsuki in their world, leaving hers behind for good. What adventures will she entail? Will she become a kunoichi and learn the ways of a ninja? Is she even capable of such a thing? Please enjoy! All characters are created by Masashi Kishimoto

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

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.

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.