"Heather" from Conan Gray. This story is only translated.

eyes widened as the smell of roses lingered, the prince met the teacher that taught him more than just smarts. - In collaboration with @amourxediting! Supposed to be an alternative version of the story that she would write, but she never did and that's ok! She came up with the idea to base it around flowers but everything else is mine <3 - Copyright @giolibi 2021

Fantasy series: book 3 [̲̅$̲̅－－－－－－－－－－－－－$̲̅] Silence, not even a trace of human presence. "This doesn't make any sense he is supposed to be here." You said. "Searching for me ladies and gentlemen?" You heard a male deepish voice say. You looked around still not being able to see anyone. "Where the fuck are you?" You asked looking around spinning your axe. You looked at the left side balcony seeing the same man on the poster standing on the railing of the balcony. "Right here!" He then took a heal turn and leaned back falling off and disappearing.

When Y/n is forced to take her younger brother to meet his friends in Brighton, she creates a spark with one of the tall minecrafters ~ First person ~ Female reader ~ Started: 14th February 2021 ~Finished:

Eburnean Tommy belongs to @blublu_by either on Insta or YouTube, This AU is completely not mine. The story's filled with the creator's headcanons and ideas, but I also placed mine into the mix. What if Dream actually did it? Killing Tommy and reviving him over and over and over? What happens if that occurs? This book has loads of trigger warnings, so DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Word Count: 1000-3000 The cover art and any art shown here belong to me. Uhh, you can ask me for proof if you want. #1 - eburnean #1 - depersonalization #1 - ghostboo #1 - numb

It wasn't supposed to be him. He hadn't spent his life to do this one thing for his village. To save it from the gods wrath. It wasn't supposed to be him. But the old priest had died the day before, unexpectedly throwing their safety into a fragile knifes edge. They had to do something. Give something, to the Blood God. And who would miss little six year old, troublemaker orphan, Tommy?

It was a normal mission for Theseus. He stood out with his commander, ready for yet another battle they were [fairly] confident in winning. But that was the last thing he remembered, just standing there. He woke up in an unknown place, barely remembering anything of how he got there. All he knew was he was bandages and in an oddly comfortable bed, that was not his own. There were voices, unfamiliar ones, outside the door. Where was he? -- first few chapters are officially up on ao3!! i don't support the irl creators nor do i condone their actions i just like writing stories ! LOVE YOU <3

cover art by snapp_art on twitter! go leave a follow, i will know if you dont : ) tommy henley is a storm. he's angry and aggressive, and loud and mean. that is, on the outside. phil watson has fostered and adopted two children before. he wasn't dumb. he could tell when a child was mad because the world was mean to him. when they were angry because the universe didn't seem to understand that he was just a kid doing his best. he can put up with a tantrum. he had two teenage boys. tommy being three. it wont be an easy endeavour. there'll be yelling. there'll be crying. panic attacks. tantrums. phil is determined to help tommy see that he isnt a storm. he's just a kid. a kid who has to deal with too much at too young an age. phil watson would be trying to do the seemingly impossible. pleasing this storm.

This is a collection of one shots for my sbi gods au!