"Do you believe in soulmates?" Scarlett hated Terzo. Everything about him. She hated his opinionated, self-centred, and egotistical behaviour. She hated the way he used his power and his privilege to bed any girl he desired. She hated that it all went so tragically wrong with him. Perhaps she hated that it wasn't her... TW- violence, smut (all will be marked incase of any discomfort caused <3 )

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Calliope had been working at the church's funeral home for ages, her day consisting of the same routine day in and day out. She was an unwilling member of the clergy, not because she disagreed with their beliefs, but rather because she didn't have a say in joining in the first place. She prayed for change, she couldn't live a structured life anymore, knowing every day would be the same as the last. [ᴘᴀᴘᴀ ᴇᴍᴇʀɪᴛᴜꜱ ɪɪɪ x ᴏᴄ]

One of those stories that makes you say what in the wattpad is this Your name is Iris, and you stumble upon a campsite after breaking down.

Ellaria's life isn't all she wants it to be. She works too much for too little pay, lives with her sister who doesn't care for her and who has a boyfriend that preys on Ellaria, and on top of that, she's starting to have weird dreams. She tries to ignore the dreams, but she never was one to let things go. The odd dreams lead her to a commune named Eden in the idyllic English countryside, where all those who live there worship a strange deity, and have even stranger acts of worship. Can she be true to herself in this strange place, or will she lose herself to the hauntingly beautiful Eden? CW: This story contains mature themes including, but not limited to, cult and deistic worship; EXTENSIVE mental health issues; drug use; blood and gore; mentions of pregnancy; and of course, sexual encounters of varying degrees. Reader discretion is advised, and this is the ONLY warning you will be receiving.

Making a deal with the God of Sleep wasn't exactly on my bingo card, but neither was getting caught up in a sacrificial ritual. The four men in masks saved me only to bring me to their own church of worship, telling me I can't go home because of the debt I owe. But a pact made long ago with the God and the one they call Vessel has me questioning my trust in them, especially when the standoff-ish Vessel of Sleep, the leader of the group, seems to know something I don't. The only way to learn the truth is to delve deeper into their lives, digging up my own buried past along with it... This is a slow burn romance mystery. Warning ⚠️: talk of suicide, murder, self harm and abuse along with sexual content. I also use swear words occasionally Word count: 85,661 Sequel: Telomeres

When being passed over for a job collides with the past on her heels, the last thing Sera Hale needs is the threat of being sent back to America. When a long time friend tells her about an opportunity to work as a housekeeper, she doesn't hesitate to show up for the interview. She'll take whatever she can get, even if her new employer wears a mask and cape 24/7. He wasn't going to hire Sera, however when he learned of her situation it brought out an empathetic side and learning that she was mute brought out a curious one. His curiosity soon becomes fascination as his new housekeeper settles into her role. Although, his fascinations would soon become his downfall into actions punishable, the deity Sleep doesn't care for distractions. She was the distraction he didn't need. He was the one person that could possibly reawaken something that had dissolved long ago. Sleepless nights, regretful decisions, threats from her past and the wrath of his deity should be enough warning, but is it? PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNING BEFOREHAND 18+ MDNI

Dahlia lives in a small town in the UK. She leads what she calls a normal life despite all of the strange adventures that happen to her every day. She is completely unaware of what awaits her after she had a strange dream that seemed too realistic. Her life takes a turn, and she finds herself destined to be in another world... Watch out it slowly turns into nonsense 🤗🤗

When artist Abigail Harker was hired to design a new mask for the mysterious frontrunner of the band Sleep Token, she knew she was being offered an amazing chance to further her career - but had no idea what other opportunities might be in store. The story of two slightly broken artists teaching each other to love and accept love in return, despite all the difficulties of dating when business, mental health struggles, and nosy bandmates seem determined to get in the way. Alternate summary: Vessel falls in love and makes it everyone's problem.

(Terzo x Sodo x Reader) Against your better judgment, you take on a portrait commission with suspicious beginnings. You are an atheist thrust into the world of Satanism as you meet and paint for the earth's most charming antipope. Will you walk away with your worldview untainted? Or will your little chats with Papa Emeritus the Third leave you changed forever? And what of his ghouls~? -Who is that in your motel window your first night in town? This fic likes cheeky banter, discourse and character driven plot. It's an extremely slow burn featuring Ghost BC 's Papa Terzo, Dewdrop and a little Swiss. Reader is Afab non-binary and isn't described~