Second Moondrop x Reader :D I got the idea by another story which I will show in the A/n Sun and Moon will be separate because why the fuck not Cover is mine I will say if a picture is mine or not Meeting an old friend. It can't be too crazy~ Even if that friend is a clingy robot who's had some issues

You are an ordinary senior college student. But on your first day, you get a video game which sends you to the world 120 years in the past. There, you meet the Boy General, whom you are meant to aid in leading towards the greatness of being a hero, or to let him suffer struggling with his own demons. ---------------- Written with English narration but with Tagalog dialogues. May or may not be historically accurate. ---------------- Date started: 30 November 2018 Date finished: 15 July 2020 ---------------- ACHIEVEMENTS #1 in philippinehistory (24 December 2018) #1 in bayaniserye (12 February 2020) #3 in paulo avelino (24 December 2018) #1 in goyo (27 August 2019) #34 in philippines (24 December 2018) #353 in historicalfiction (24 December 2018) #1 in gregoriodelpilar (3 June 2020) #1 in hisfic (30 October 2020)

(ONLY A COUPLE CHAPTERS BEFORE THE END OF THE BOOK!!) A new position opened up in the pizza plex, guess who got the gig? Your job is to follow everything they need from you. To be in suit for anything they need done. You've never liked being.. A leader, or... ugh, social. So this'll be perfect! But... What else could you do, especially if you're too attached, to the Sun and the Moon? It's not like they'll ever let you go, once they start getting that way too. - Wow! This'll be my THIRD story about them! This story will follow a good amount of plot, and takes place before the fire. Y/n is gender neutral! (I tried making them as realistic as anyone would normally act in these situations. So sorry if it doesn't apply to you!) Can't promise full fluff. This is a yandere book after all, though since it may take a bit to get to that bit, you can expect some. Chances of no written smut, but there's many sex jokes, and a couple implications. Sun and Moon will be having an equal amount of story by the end of this! Not a slowburn? Though, it's slightly on the verge of it. Feelings aren't established quickly either. (Blame Y/n for that, Sun on the other hand. . .) OBSESSION WILL TAKE A WHILE. ALL EDITED CHAPTERS WILL HAVE A "*" INFRONT OF IT! :D Enjoy readers! Best ranks! #3 in #freddy #2 in #chica #1 in #moondrop #1 in #sundrop #1 in #security (Cover Art wasn't made by me.)

"You will aid the hero during his journey in defeating Calamity Ganon." That was the order that was given to you by goddess Hylia. Although the goddess had first planned to have the hero do his journey alone, she took sympathy for him and decided to create him a partner, one that would aid him during the dangerous travels to the Divine Beasts and finally, Calamity Ganon. That was your purpose. 100 years passed since the defeat of the Champions, although one remained. The one you were to help once he awoke from his slumber. Link. // This is a story entirely based on the game BOTW. Although a few changes will be made the overall story line will be game-based. That doesn't mean there won't be cliffhangers and all that juicy stuff. Yes, romance will play a part, but I just overall hope you guys enjoy the story! Be sure to leave feedback so I know how I am doing. Enjoy! // Started: April 1, 2020 Finished: June 15, 2024 Ranks: #1 in botw #1 in zelda #1 in zeldafanficton #1 in breathofthewild #1 in thelegendofzelda

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...