The continuation of mafia boss

Dream is locked in Pandora's Vault for his crimes, the most secure prison on the Smp. The guards torture him and treat him inhumanely He can't escape, unless... he has some outside help. Everything changes when he meets the new guard, Y/N. She's unlike the other guards and he grows close to her. But as a prisoner and a guard, their relationship can't stay together in the prison. What about outside the prison? But as their relationship grows, problems arise. Dream and Y/N must choose: Be the heroes and save everyone? Or be the villains and cause irreversible damage and chaos on the Smp. ⚠️ WARNINGS⚠️ (Contains violence, blood, death, swearing, and light smut) (I try to put warnings before it and tell you when it's over) Cover Art by @ibomkii on Twitter

In a world full of humans, young 13 year old Tommy, is a dragon. A 16 year old by the name of Ranboo finds him wandering in the forest one day, and takes him back to his friend Tubbo's house, whom is 16 as well. They hide the boy from Tubbo's father, Phil, and his two 19 year old older brothers, Techno and Wilbur, whom are twins. One day when nobody is home, Tommy ventures out of Tubbo's bedroom in search of food. Unexpectedly, Techno comes home and finds they boy. What will happen next? ~~~ TW: Cussing Kidnapping Torture Blood Drowning Brief Death Selling people Buying people Shock collars Crying Anxiety Injuries/wounds ⚠️Maybe more? Probably...⚠️ TW's will be above chapters ~~ Started: July 7th, 2022 Finished: July 23rd, 2022

A young blonde boy wakes up in the middle of the forest. He can't remember how he got there or much about himself either. His name is blank from his mind, and he can't even remember his family. His clothes are torn and dirty, and he wonders what happened. He's not hungry, but he wants a small snack, yet every apple tree and every berry bush he passes doesn't strike his fancy. He eventually makes it to a city. Large buildings are fallen over and the ones still standing have busted out windows and/or have smoke and fire coming from them. He can hear distant screams and yells and gunshots. There are people passing him that are strange. They're badly injured and walk slightly hunched over. Some are missing limbs, and some are missing and eye, or both. They don't even appear to be alive to the boy. They look his way but don't mind him. Tommy is confused and scared. He can slightly remember this place to be his once home, and it makes him upset that's it's gone to such shit, and scared by everyone's screams and the fires and the fighting, and mostly, the fact that some people are eating each other. And why are people running from the boy when they see him? ~~~ TW// Cussing Blood Gore Fighting/violence Cannibalism Guns Weapons Injuries etc... ~~~ Started: January 14, 2023 Finished: January 15, 2023

What if Tommy had enough and decided to runaway? In this storys Tommy has enough and runsaway when everyone yelled at him. Started : 23.04.2022 ended : 13.08.2022 finished writing : 13.08.2022 i finish writing before its ended😂 its always like that because i write when im bored but i dont upload everything at the same time or should i? Picture from : SoulDrawSS on DeviantArt. I hope its okay that i use it , if not please tell me and i will change it ^-^

Fanart not by me Purpled finally decided enough was enough and left the Dreamsmp, but not before Dream found out and Tried to stop him. He made it to Hermitcraft, but with injuries. Thank you guys for reading and voting. #1 in Xisumavoid #1 in Docm77

As children, angels were always told the same stories. Whispered in solemn halls, etched into glowing tomes, repeated until they became law rather than lesson. Demons were evil-cruel, sadistic, master manipulators who thrived on corruption and pain. They were said to twist kindness into weakness and curiosity into downfall. It was drilled into every young angel's mind: demons could not be trusted. To trust one was to fall. Skizz never liked those lessons. Even as a child, he felt uncomfortable speaking ill of anyone-be they creature, spirit, or shadow-especially when they weren't there to defend themselves. It felt wrong, like condemning a stranger for a crime you'd never seen them commit. While other angels nodded along, wide-eyed and obedient, Skizz would fidget, wings twitching, brow furrowed in quiet disagreement. He didn't argue out loud-not often-but the doubt lived in him all the same, warm and persistent. Skizz was troublesome in the way only a good-hearted child could be. Hyperactive, endlessly energetic, he found it nearly impossible to remain still through lectures meant to instill fear and discipline. His feet bounced. His fingers traced the glow of the clouds beneath him. His wings were always half-spread, as if ready to leap into the sky at a moment's notice. The world was too big and too beautiful for him to sit quietly and listen to hatred. More than anything, Skizz loved-fiercely and without restraint. He loved the sun as it spilled over the gates of Heaven, loved the laughter of other young angels, loved the idea that goodness could exist everywhere if someone simply chose it. He wanted to give that love freely, to the skies, to the stars, to anyone who might need it. And the idea that an entire group of beings was beyond redemption didn't make sense to him. Because if love was truly divine, then surely it wasn't meant to stop at the edge of Heaven.

Dream rules the Smp his way. A feared warrior and merciless. He tries to focus on his problems at hand but someone catches his eye. A beautiful girl he sees everyday. Y/N isn't just beautiful, she's strong, independent, and a skilled fighter. She's perfect for him. But when Dream wants something, he'll do anything to have it. Once she's his, he'll never let her go, but Y/N isn't one to be controlled, especially by the most powerful person on the Smp. Dream will soon have to realize that control isn't the way to love, or he'll lose Y/N forever. ⚠️⚠️ WARNINGS⚠️ ⚠️ Violence, blood, death, swearing, and light smut (I try to put warnings before it and tell you when it's over) Art by @sismars__on Twitter

Scar, a 19-year-old trainee cop, chases a suspect from a bank robbery through a narrow alley late at night. The criminal-who looks disturbingly close to Scar's own age-takes a sharp corner and vanishes without explanation, leaving Scar unsettled. The disappearance feels wrong, especially given rumors that the Yakuza have begun moving into the area, dangerously close to schools and young adults. Dispatch radios Scar, clearly relieved to hear he's alive, and orders him back to the station. His partner, Cub, picks him up, teasing him gently during the quiet drive as Scar sulks over losing the suspect. Upon arriving at the station, Scar expects to be yelled at-but instead, he's met with pitying looks from other officers, which only deepens his anxiety. Scar and Cub are called into their boss's office, where they're informed of a covert assignment. The department needs someone young enough to go undercover at a local college, and Scar is the only agent who fits. The boss reveals the target: Grian, a tired-looking 19-year-old suspected to be the son of a Yakuza family head. Scar's role will be to pose as a college student and become Grian's roommate. Cub protests, calling the plan reckless and unfair given Scar's age and inexperience. In response, the boss explains why Grian is so important: his presence coincides with unexplained failures in Yakuza operations. The department believes Grian is either being unknowingly used-or quietly sabotaging the organization from within. Either way, he's a critical variable. The mission hinges on one thing above all else: Grian has to trust Scar. And Scar realizes that this assignment isn't just dangerous-it may be tied to the mysterious criminal who vanished in the alley, and it will test everything he thinks he knows about justice, loyalty, and himself.

Grian knew a lot of things. He knew how to cook for a crew of 60 people. He knew how to clean and scrub the deck until his arms went numb. He knew how to avoid being the crew's punching bag for the night. He knew when to shut up and do what he was told. But most importantly - he knew not to hope. Because hoping hurts. So when a battle ends and an unfamiliar man steps into the kitchen, grinning at him like he's not just another piece of plunder, Grian doesn't know how to react. And when he's led onto the deck to meet the pirate captain - the man who now holds his fate in his hands - he braces himself for another cage. Instead, he's met with curiosity. Freedom. A handshake, instead of shackles. And, for the first time in years, a dangerous flicker of something he told himself he'd never feel again. Hope. or; A captured avian, a pirate crew, and a freedom he never dared to hope for (crossposted with permission from ao3)