A book full of musical imagines with men from Broadway musicals. I am no longer taking requests. Characters from: -Phantom of the Opera -Les Misérables -Sweeney Todd -Wicked -Grease -Hamilton -Jekyll and Hyde -The Hunchback of Notre Dame -Hairspray -Little Shop of Horrors -Chicago -Into the Woods -Moulin Rogue -Tanz der Vampire -Something Rotten -Newsies -Heathers -Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 ------------------------------------------------------ I do not own any of these musicals. All credit for the musicals and their characters goes to their rightful owners.

So I somehow got this entire idea for a fanfic from watching a video on YouTube. What if Charlie reminded Alastor of someone from his life? I wanted to make this more original, so I decided that Charlie was not going to remind Alastor of his mother, but of his SISTER. You probably see where I'm going with this. I'm going to try not to ship anyone with this book, and I hope it works out well. Enjoy!

A Sir Pentious x reader story [WARNING!!! this will have gore, cursing and Hell's rainbow! I ain't doin lemon nor any kind of smut tho] You're a Garden Demon. As pathetic as that sound, you're still pretty damn strong on your own. You decided to live in one of the thickest forest in Hell. How is there a forest in Hell you may ask? Well, go and ask Lucifer, he's the one that's been managing this place since the beginning. In the middle of that said forest you live in, stands a big 'ol victorian mansion that belonged to your neighbor and one of your only friend, Alastor. One day, while Alastor's away in the city, A loud crash was heard by the border of yours and Alastor's territory. As curious as you are, you went by the border to investigate. You peeked down from the tree branch you were hiding in to see a Snake Demon rubbing his head in pain while cursing under his breath. "Fuckin wench.. I'll get her back once I'm stronger. I'll fucking rip that wench's limb off one by one... oooh just she wait!" you heard him grumble. He went inside your forest to presumably rest and you followed him quietly. 'This could be another victim of yours! And you'll either would show Alastor later, or use him as your fertilizer for your garden!' And with that morbid thought of yours, you followed your prey giddily. "Don't judge a flower by mere eyesight. It may look pretty and fragile, but you'll never know, it could have thorns or poison in it~" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Characters from Hazbin Hotel ain't owned by me, it's Vivienne's/Vivsiepop's idea You are owned by you along with a few of your choices The story and the character design of the reader is owned by me, the author of the story. Enjoy and do be patient for this is going to be a slooooooooow burn :v

𝗒/𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿. 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗈.

I wrote an essay. That's nothing out of the ordinary, seeing as I published many on my old account. But this one. This one is different.

Valeriy Novikov was the strongest girl I had ever met. And she always would be. Even if she was dead. Gleb Vaganov x OC Based on Anastasia: The Musical I Own Valeriy, Desya, Their Parents, And Most Of The Storyline. Everything Else Belongs To Terrence McNally Who Wrote The Musical.

When Samuel Seabury gets his feelings crushed by Alexander Hamilton, he is deeply upset. King George III refuses to take him back as he is a disgrace to him. Will someone be there for him or will he continue his lonesome journey by himself? Will he ever find happiness or will he be locked in a prison of misery and disappointment? Read more to find out ;) Started: 10/25/19 Ended: ??/??/??

An unwilling dancer enrols into the Opera Populaire troop. But things get a little complicated with her on off run-ins with the famous Opera Ghost.

A fresh out of high school theater obsessed girl finally gets the chance to move away from her life, to her dream destination. After seeing her favorite show, the phantom of the opera, she befalls some strange happenings.

|| Book 1 of The Shadow's Melody || As a maid here at the new Opéra Populaire I can certainly sense something different. Something missing. It lacked him. The Opera Ghost who disappeared. I know I should let it go. I know I shouldn't constantly think about a dead man. A murderer. But I simply can't. I can't forget about that man I fell in love with those many years ago. I yearned to hear his angelic voice again. I begged for it. Hoped for it. Prayed for it. I called for him in my dreams. The man they called The Phantom of the Opera. I would never have guessed that my hopes and prayers would soon be answered.