Sometimes two people have to fall apart to realize how much they belong together. If I knew what time it was that night, would I have still met him? "I love you." He says, and I look at him with teary eyes, but it isn't before I notice how drops of liquid fall from behind his mask. He's crying. "Dream, you know, you can't love me." Y/n, a lost girl who reunites with her brothers in L'manburg. A girl who has grown to fight, living on her own, but a girl who has forgotten how to love. With a hidden identity, she meets someone special. A friend who was told to be the enemy. Was it more than just a friend though? Her love life is spent figuring out whether or not this person can be trusted. A person from her past that she had shared with the same and only person she'll be with, but when something so tragic happens to come her way, she loses everyone and everyone loses her. Were they really friends? Or were they sworn enemies? And what will be the outcome? "Why do you lie to me?" He asks, softly. "Because I don't wanna like you more than I already do." I whisper, hesitantly. Do they allow fate to take over what should be theirs? Or do they let go of something they thought they never had? Credits to owner for the cover! (DSMP AU) TW'S: Gore Mature Language Smut Violence Angst Fluff Mentions of suicide Road to 100k reads!

You met Clay, George and Nick when you were all 6 years old. Over the years, they've all developed crushes on you. In your last year of high school, the easy-going friendship gets complicated. Which one will win your heart? Dream Team x Reader🤍 *Credit to whoever made the beautiful fanart!💗*

where two best friends realize their true feelings during a simple game with friends corpse x !fem oc

[ Dream (Clay) x Female OC (Eliza) ] What happens when a coder girl gets asked to work on Dream's new minecraft video ❗Warnings❗ •This fic contains mature jokes. •The chapters that contain smut are extra chapters (they're not important to the plot) and will have disclaimers at the beginning so you can freely skip them without missing out on anything. ~~~ Enjoy!🧜🏼♂️

"Can I tell you a secret?" he says in a hushed voice in the ill-illuminated room. "Spill," I smiled, thinking it was going to be something stupid like he peed his bed till he was six. Those were the kind of secrets we've been blurting out for the past thirty minutes as the tiredness of the late night got to us. "I'm Dream." he said in total seriousness, "Like the minecraft youtuber." I was quiet for a second before I laughed out loud.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.