Y/N has lived on her own for years after a dispute with some of the Dream SMP. Remaining mostly isolated from the world, she's never been interested in friendships or relationships of any kind. So when she runs into a pink haired man during one of her adventures, she's startled by her own rush of emotions towards him. Even despite the violent secrets he may be hiding from her.

Cadere; V (Verb): | To Fall. | With threats of impending war now hung in the balance, you could no longer sit idly by and watch as the very world around you, crumbled. After getting in touch with an old friend, you finally broke free of the gilded cage that had held your childhood, and were soon filling your lungs with freedom. Life was finally, as it should be. And yet, the situation quickly escalated beyond what you had ever bargained for... On top of that, you were falling for a man with a heart as rigid as wood, and eyes as red as the deepest circle of hell ★ -Originally titled as both Infatuated, and With you I'm alive. (More into Latin titling now. Especially for a character like Technoblade.) - Fem! Reader - Under slow editing as of (19/03/25) as a way of coping with Technos passing in reliving some of his best moments! (Seriously this writing sucks, how are you guys tolerating this?) - All body types inclusive. All races inclusive. If you see something that contradicts this, please tell me I would be more than happy to fix it for you lovelies! <33

(currently on hold) monarchy wasn't really for y/n, nothing felt right with it for her. all the sleepless nights of thinking that her future was already planned, waiting for her to accomplish it. perfection it might look to others, hell it looked for her. running away one night, she meets someone she never intended to interact with. someone who is much like her. - please read the a/n in the book before reading!

this is a story about y/n getting adopted by Philza. this will most likely not be a romantic story. story description: y/n is a 16 year old orphan that has never been adopted. they are a ender dragon hybrid, but no one knows of this other than Ranboo, y/n's little brother. y/n is going to be a they/them for this story. ART ON COVER IS NOT MINE! if the smp wants me to take this down I will Edit: Y'ALL THIS STORY IS A TOTAL JOKE AND SUPER CRINGE. HOW DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS?! 😭😂

mcyt x reader

Once again, discontinued maybe on hold I don't know 😭 𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀 𝑆𝑀𝑃 𝑋 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝑂𝑁𝐸𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆. ➪ Where a sleep deprived Author writes oneshots when they want to. - Slow updates! - May Trigger some people!

Who knew finding a gremlin of a boy living underneath Technoblade's house would only be the start of both your troubles. --- !DISCLAIMER: This is a dreamsmp Techno x Reader. This is by no means an IRL Technoblade story, thank you for your time, and enjoy! --- Also can be found on Tumblr under the username, Lonely-Lost-Soul!

[DISCONTINUED]"The whole war and blood and god complex stuff was never my thing, I really would rather just hang out with my friends and adventure out into the unknown." "But when you meet a specific piglin man that everyone fears, who is the exact opposite of you, isn't it expected that your perspectives on things like that are gonna change a bit?" Written in April 2021

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

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.