⛓️❤️‍🩹 Dark Romance · BL · Healing · Psychological · Age-Gap · Drama · Trauma An Original Story by: POPPEARL 𝘼 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 & 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙢 𝙥𝙨𝙮𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢- 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚... 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚. 𖹭.ᐟ_____________________________________ HEALING ~ DARK ROMANCE KOREAN BL CRIMINAL PATIENT X DOCTOR OLDER BOTTOM X YOUNGER TOP TRAUMA RECOVERY FOUND FAMILY SLOW BURN HUMOR ANGST FLUFF SMUT (In later chapters) 𖹭.ᐟ_____________________________________ ⚠ Mature for language, suicide mention, and consensual smut (not forced). Not about toxic love - but about growth, healing, and deeper emotions. 𖹭.ᐟ_____________________________________ Highest ranking till now ~ #10 - lgbt (17-12-25) #1 - youngertop #1 - cursing #1 - darkyaoi #1 - muder #1 - therapies #1 - patientxdoctor #1 - breakdown #1 - internalconflict #3 - olderbottom #5 - session #3 - psychologist #5 - emotionaldamage

"Even if you are the last person left on earth, I will still not marry you!" Lucas said with anger and confidence. Arthur folded his hands in front of his chest and smirked. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?" "Think whatever you want." Lucas said, feeling frustrated already. Arthur smirked as he came ahead and closed his distance with Lucas, who took a step back, but his chin was grabbed by Arthur's thumb and forefinger as he spoke with a smile, "You just declared a war honey and I never loose. I, Arthur, promise you that the next time I touch you it will be on our wedding day." Lucas smirked back, "That will never happen." "Let's see."

[Fan-Fiction] In a world where you have to fight to the top to survive. Will these 4 people survive? Post-apocalyptic world(?) They are told to sing, or die. Till is a pessimistic person, he isn't happy with his life Ivan is.. Well, mysterious? He doesn't look happy but the only thing that makes Ivan happy is Till. See how the life of these mentally unstable people deal with grief, sorrow, anger and love. Who will survive? ⚠️ FEW TRIGGER WARNINGS! ⚠️ - Depression, Sui*ide mentions - hinting of SA (doesn't get too into it) - Human trafficking PS: These triggers aren't glorified in a good light, it's actually seen in a bad light but it's also a part of these characters and what they have to go through.

AN AU OF MINE! In a future ruled by alien tyrants, music is no longer art-it's survival. After escaping the synthetic paradise of Anakt Garden as children, Ivan and Till survive the slums, join the resistance, and grow into symbols of rebellion. Cold, calculating Ivan hides centuries of buried secrets. Warmhearted, gifted Till sings with a voice that can shatter systems. Their world is controlled by Alien Stage, a brutal galactic reality show where humans perform for alien audiences-and losers are executed on live feed. To end it, they must infiltrate the Stage. As songs turn into sabotage, and every performance risks their lives, a deeper truth begins to unravel between them. Amid violence, betrayal, and sacrifice, Ivan and Till must confront their past, fight for their future, and face the one truth they've never said aloud: They love each other. But freedom always demands a price-and love may be the last thing left to lose.

The cold nightmare, entrapping the bloodstarved hunters of Yharnam, all zealots and failures, fallen so far from their previous glory. The Hunters stuck here fight and fight, kill and kill, with only an endless and mindless bloodlust to spur them on. But in this grim and dark world of Yharnam, one man, with so many underlying vices and virtues of his own, believes it is his duty to reclaim the fractured city and end the endless nightmare. And Vaal, the slayer, the devil, the Good Hunter, will see it done. But as he traces his steps, as he approaches the climax of his desire, with the spirit of his dead mentor on his back, Vaal encounters a new obstacle, an obstacle that turns out to be more a blessing, than a curse. After everything, the torment of his fight through Yharnam, the one last thing that stands in his way... Is the famed and utterly deadly, Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower. Rewritten and republished due to chapter glitch. First of a series. Act II description: With the nightmare over and dealt with, purged away by the combined forces of Vaal, Maria, and his not-so dead mentor, Gehrman, the duo of Vaal and Maria turn their attention to the next biggest threat to Yharnam, the Choir. Their ranks bolstered, Vaal and Maria face the choir at every turn, battle after battle, all to win the city of Yharnam, to protect it, to protect their homes. But along the way, as with any war, people get hurt, and Vaal is forced to deal with the same crippling emotion and fear from his past... Guilt, over the death of a friend, of family.

In ORV's world, the apocalypse happens. Cale is working. Yoo Jonghyuk is a sunfish. Kim Dokja is dead. Klein is in depression. Xin Jian is preparing to mess up the timeline once again and Tarot Club members are searching for The Fool. Angst-lovers, here I come! ORV x LOTM x TCF crossover

LOTM x TOTCF CROSSOVER Crossposted on Ao3

What would happen if you were trapped at an Amusement park with Creepypastas such as Jeff The Killer and Laughing Jack? Well, Amy and her friends are soon to find out. Will they survive and escape the horror or die in the nightmare? P.S.- This story contains a bit of romance :) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CREEPYPASTAS IN THIS BOOK!!! P.S.S: Why are people still reading this trash of a book? It's really bad...to me anyway.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

The slaves of Menes Khaldun raised their chained hands, wrapping the dark skinned body of the princess in gold sewn cloth. Her kohl lined eyes burned with fury as her screams were sealed away. High above in the palace a curly haired man stood up, "Ma'salam Rana Amenemhat," he said softly, watching the gleaming sarcophagus slip under the sparkling surface of the water. Far away, in an entirely different realm, did the dead princess emerge roaring from the Nile. Gasping for air, she dragged herself out the river wheezing. A shadow appeared out of nowhere, and a finger slid under her chin tipping her head up. Her eyes fluttered open, widening as she gazed into the gleaming eyes of the man before her. He tilted his head, power rolling off him in waves and a grin slid onto his face, "Welcome to the afterlife Khaleesi." "Get your hands off me."