Book 2 for The Silent Guard. It only took one month for everything to begin falling apart. Yuen Shui, the new, if reluctant, emperor of Han, is just beginning to learn the ins and outs of court life after having been a military general for most of his life. He knows that there are still quite a few men still loyal to his father lurking about in the shadows, but as one of the traps he'd laid previously in his former home, the Fleeting Ice pavilion, is tripped, he comes face to face with someone, and something, he wasn't expecting.

⌜ ❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘. ❞ ⌟ .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． 〄 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 ━━ ━ ━ ╮ *✧:* ┆𝔎 ⋆ 𝔞┆*:･ﾟ 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩-𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ｡☆✼★━━ ━ ━ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ 【 !!𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑!! 】 i do not own the Assassination Classroom series! Nor do I own the characters!

After the years went on, Nagisa teached in a delinquent classroom that was scared shitless of him and Karma a buisness man. Karma still likes Nagisa, not like but loves Nagisa deep down. He begins remembering how cute he's always been so he pays him a visit.

Nagisa Shiota, a simple 16 year old teenage boy who happens to be known as the 'beauty' of Kunugigaoka city. He is a calm and collected teacher who finds himself outside of the library often. He was friends with a sadistic red-head from the very age of 1, they were always together until 11 years later, because Karma's parents were business people they had to move to another country - or at least that's what Karma said - they stayed in contact for 2 years. On his 14th birthday the last text he received from Karma was 'Happy birthday, Nagi-chan~'. Karma Akabane, a simple, rich 17 year old teen, or so you would think. He was friends with a sweet bluenette since the young age of 2. They were always together until a week after his 12th birthday his parents told him they were moving to America. Everyday he tried to convince them otherwise but they just wouldn't have it. Eventually they moved. That's what he told Nagisa. However, that was a lie. He kept contact for 2 years but on Nagisa's 14th birthday he texted him a small 'Happy birthday, Nagi-chan~' and then dropped contact with him. This was a collab with JesusMyLifeIsSad

Poor boy. One day he was just enjoying a walk out in the open air, the next he was struggling to breath in a basement. Nagisa Shiota, an average teenage boy who blends in perfectly with the crowd. It seemed that way, until he finds himself in someone's possession. but can he get his head around his kidnappers split personality? Karmagisa-- lil bit of smut-- kinda tourture--yeah

A new kingdom, Kingdom Ericliff, is slowly conquering over kingdoms; moving their way until they can find their sword. This being a mythical sword that is known as the 'Sword of Ericliff'. A sword that is supposedly Ericliff's property, despite the fact that they stole it from another kingdom years ago. Now, they are on the hunt for it and will stop at nothing until they find that sword. The sword is known to have magical powers, one that can conquer any being or beast alive. So, what would happen if it falls into the wrong hands? Edward's newest task, after explaining to his brother that he is gay, is to find this sword to keep his family safe. Though, how is he supposed to do that while running over his kingdom? Can he achieve this task and can he have everything he wants in the end? This is the SECOND book in this series, (first one is The Prince's Prince). Please note that they are both BxB stories and to read at your own caution. I do not own any of the pictures or videos unless I claim otherwise.

Sam and Noah are stepbrothers who hate each other a lot but what happens when Noah gives Sam a drunken kiss? ((Rewriting first few chapters because they suck so much, but mostly because my stupid younger self spelled 'said' wrong a shit ton of times. XD ))

Enter the house of horrors.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )