"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //

The Serpantina Empire was one of the best. Strong warriors, great economy, fearless King and Queen. It was all great in the land. Until they were attacked. The surprise attack that brought it to its knees. The attack that buried it. The attack that killed most of its people. The attack that made it the lost Empire. Few people did escape the attack though. Many children were sent away before it was too late. One of those children was the princess herself. However, they were all thrown into slavery and sold off. Nobody no longer remembers the princess of the lost Empire. Except her herself. (Y/n) was a fighter. Trained physically, mentally and emotionally. As one of the surviving members of the Serpantina Empire, she was sold for a large price. Having the same master all her life, she knows how to behave. But as sweet and innocent as she looks, she was also a vicious warrior. She has seen war many times but she hasn't seen him At their first meeting she despised him. He was annoying, cocky, irritating, and selfish. She wished him to the deepest pits of Hells. But something she never thought would happen did. Her master gave her away. To him! And now she's his slave. But she is going to let him know, she is the Lost Empire's Princess. Princess (Y/n) of Serpantina, heir to the throne. ~ Cover done by: @RATHRI- ~ #1 in magi {July. 29, 2020} #1 in judal {Sept. 2, 2020} #1 in kouen {Sept. 2, 2020} #1 in alibaba {Sept. 9, 2020} #1 in judar {Sept. 20, 2020} #1 in judarxreader {Sept. 20, 2020} #1 in kouha {Oct. 27, 2020} #1 in koumei {Dec. 18, 2020} #1 in characterxreader {Mar. 30, 2021} #1 in kougyoku {Apr. 8, 2021} #1 in aladdin {Oct. 8, 2021} #1 in kouempire {Nov. 9, 2021} #1 in morgiana {Sep. 6, 2022} ~ 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲

An x reader story. (Hoodie x Toby x Masky x Reader. Wow a poly fic omg) When friends keep secrets it's usually for your own good, so what happens when those secrets are revealed? Death is inevitable and your back hurts as you work at your shitty Starbucks gig. Three handsome men meet you in a the thread of some sick and twisted fate. A game of love and loss and you just want a fucking nap. So please, for the love of god, don't put your bloody knives in my leftovers. A WARNING! THIS STORY CONTAINS SERIOUS GORE AND MATURE THEMES PROCEED WITH CAUTION!! A poly relationship is portrayed and reader is heavily portrayed as Bisexual.

Hiding in a condemned building, you're stuck in a closet overhearing a drug deal. After the dealer leaves, you leave your hiding spot only to hear a scream... Original story by ValentinesDayGreen, writer of Chains! --- Fair warning the first 27 chapters are by VDG, but I am continuing this story myself since she's not in the creepypasta fandom anymore.

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

[Discontinued] A young woman named Y/N is currently on the run from a tall supernatural being with only one goal in mind-get it off her trail at all costs. Although it has only been 5 months since this has all begun, it feels as if forever has gone by since she has felt at least a little bit normal. Her mornings are always filled with paranoia, nights are filled with either haunting nightmares or restless tossing and turning. She has grown tired of it all so she does the most reasonable thing anyone would do in her dire situation: run and escape. She departs from her home in Alabama, leaving her family behind to question her motives when she leaves with no clear explanation. Her sudden departure from home results in her having an unexpected encounter with a man. Only for her to learn that he happened to be in the same situation as her. Their fates intertwine, and Y/N isn't sure if this is a good thing or not. Perhaps it would all be worth it in the end. Perhaps. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i )

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

Your mother had always told you that your kindness would get you killed. You could only wish for a salvation like death now. ~ Cover done by: @calumari- ~ TW: Abuse/non-consensual relationships Mentions of self-harm Please note: I am in no way trying to romanticize or idolize these things. If you are ever suffering please know there is always someone who will listen ~ 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲

You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.