Rumors of a revolt have been spreading like wildfire across the mansion. The Greshams were not poor in terms of power and money, but they certainly had a ways to go to overtake the rulers of the overworld. You turned a blind eye to the rumors, continuing your work as their right-hand housekeeper. That was until you were ordered to take care of a small hybrid who was taken in for trespassing. While taking care of the small hybrid, you were forced to consider your true alignment with the Greshams. Little did you know, while you were discovering the dark secrets of the powerful family, the Blood God was desperately searching for his lost daughter, ready to rain terror on everyone responsible. Technoblade x GN! Reader Fantasy!au

I know it says 'MCYT', but it does include some other content creators that aren't mcyts ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ COVER CREDIT: @ulfvae on Instagram! Warnings: • Swearing • Angsty themes • Death • Mature audiences * + = platonic * x = romantic ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ (Y/n) = Your name (Y/u/n) = Your username (Y/n/n) = Your nickname (Y/f/c) = Your favourite colour (H/c) = Hair colour (E/c) = Eye colour

Hey, it's been a while since I touched this book. It's discontinued now, but it still has enough of a story to leave you satisfied with it. I discontinued it because I didn't feel comfortable writing fanfiction about someone who passed away... even though he would want me to continue this for more views... lol I may either finish this story or rewrite it completely someday. Depends. ------------------------------------------------------ You suddenly awake in a weird cobblestone box. Where are you? Who are you? You exit the box, to come across a special green man... I do not own ANY CHARACTERS You own Y/N (I DO NOT SHIP REAL PEOPLE!!! THIS IS FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY!!!)

You were a recruit, asked to join a rebellion you didn't believe in- to fight against people you didn't know- all the while carrying around the knowledge and the secret that... You couldn't die. Not without extra steps. . . . . . .