Just a little slow burn story of Rody and Vincent. What if Vincent survived the fire?

Gepard Landau is perfect. He has excellent grades, he's handsome, athletic, kind, and also he's a president of Belobog High School. His only flaw is that he can't quite chill out. No wonder though, especially when his peaceful everyday life is disturbed by the antics of the school scamp - Sampo Koski. How will his last year at school be like, when for the next few months he'll be stuck with Koski during the organization of the prom? // modern!AU // high school!AU // comedy // romance // Sampo smokes // there will be smut // bottom!Gepard // fluff and angst included // idk what else // enjoy and have a nice day

Husk, 'The Gambling Demon' owns the most successful casino in all of hell. When the Vees come to him with a deal, he hesitantly accepts. A game of poker, if the Vees win, they get 50% of profits from the casino, if Husk wins, he granted with ownership of moneymaker, Angel Dust's soul. -BOOK COVER NOT MY ARTWORK- DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN HAZBIN HOTEL. ALL RIGHTS GO TO VIVSIEPOP

Modern AU!! Wriothesely is assigned a new mission, one to go undercover to work for a newly appointed CEO who has mysteriously and suddenly climbed up the ranks, however, this would promptly be the end of any peace he so wished he could have. A Wriollette story. ♡ (I'm not sure who the art of the thumbnail belongs to, if it is yours please let me know so I'm able to credit you!!)

Keith and Lance work for a mafia gang, Team Voltron. They aren't known to the public, but are famous among the CIA and the FBI, for their help in special cases like this one. A new substance, quintessance, has been discovered by an anti-government gang known as the Galra. It's Team Voltron's job to take it back, for the Galra plan to use it for bad. But what happens when Team leader, Shiro is captured? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry if the summary is off.

Travis Phelps is gay. It's one of the many things about himself that he hates, along with the chub he sees on his stomach that everyone else says isn't there and the dark roots of his hair that taint the blonde he dyes it. He calls the losers at his school "faggot" in hopes that one day he'll wake up and not be one himself. As though if he acts straight, it'll stick. After a while, the acting becomes easier, until he's almost convinced himself he really is straight. Until Sal Fisher comes to town, and suddenly, with his eye-catching blue hair and his odd face mask, he grasps Travis' heart tightly in his hand. Suddenly, it's not so easy to pretend anymore. spanish version on profile ! cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.