Roman goes to a new school and makes some friends. Little does he know that the school is haunted by a ghost. One day he forgets his jacket in the auditorium at school. He goes to get it, then something happens. ------------------------------------------------------- Ships: •Prinxiety •Logicality and mabey some more ------------------------------------------------------- This is my first fanfic so I hope you enjoy it! ▪Minor cuss warning (maybe)▪ ▪The art in the cover is not mine▪

Virgil Elliot didn't trust most. He was anxious about everything and always thinking through every negative outcome. He kept his eyes down and his walls up, only allowing a few past them. He wanted to keep it that way, but it was getting harder, especially with his new dorm mates. Roman Black was almost too trusting. He quickly became attached to people, and when Virgil Elliot refused to even give his name, he quickly wanted to learn more about him. When the first year of college started, they both ended up getting taught several lessons from the other, in addition to their basic college courses.. This story will contain trigger warnings, including swearing (which is the only one I gave up on putting a TW for), which I will put at the beginning of the chapters containing them. This book will also be about Prinxiety. There will be no smut, but I may add angst. There will most definitely be a lot of fluff. This is also one heck of a slow burn. Enjoy!

currently discontinued, might be rewritten eventually ! Roman has always loved cliché relationships. The pet names, cheesy dates, surprise hugs and kisses, all of it. Always has, always will. Virgil, on the other hand, despises them. He thinks they're stupid, cheesy, and annoying. He hates every aspect of it. Always has, always will. What happens when the two have the most cliché relationship possible to win a bet? [Cover is not my art]

"Well, when you feel too many bad things at once, you just start to feel nothing at all." ---------- It was always the same. The same bench, the same time, the same overwhelming sense of emptiness in my chest. That was, up until he started showing up. ---------- "You make me... better." --------------------- Warnings: Mentions of: abusive relationships, emotional abuse Depictions of: heavy subjects, bullying/verbal abuse, anxiety, homophobia (Warnings will update as more chapters are added) *****Pay attention to the dates! They sometimes go back and forth a bit, which can make it confusing. I overlooked this while writing and forgot to include things like times, so it gets sort of difficult to understand when it jumps from the end of a day to the beginning. Sorry about this!!*****

(Soulmate au) (My friend wayward.tatertot on Instagram came up with this soulmate au so...follow her. She cool) When you're born, you have a tattoo of a flower. It can be on your arms, hands, or face. The tattoo is the favorite flower of your soulmate, a bouquet. When you meet your soulmate, the flowers becomes real, and you can gift it to your other half. Most flowers are on people's arms, I have mine on my face, free for the world to see. I have snow drops, creeping up the left side of my face, being the thickest around my cheek and thinning out along my hairline. One wrong turn and a pile of snowdrops fall into my hands. An unbelievably full group of amaryllises fall into the hands of the person adjacent to me. It's him. (This is an au, please don't comment about similar features or anything like that. They're their own characters.)

Virgil spent his life hidden away in the woods with his dragon, knowing that if someone saw him, they would probably kill him, putting an end to the species of Dragon Witches. But when a young, handsome prince stumbled into his camping site, wounded and panicked, he didn't have the heart to leave him there to die. Not when he realized he was his soulmate.

Sanders Sides High School AU A popular jock with a passion for performing A friendly boy with a happy go lucky attitude An emotionless nerd with the title valedictorian A lonely emo who's just trying to survive A compulsive liar with a past A long lost brother who's trying to make amends An eccentric geek who's obsessed with cartoons A sassy bad boy who's not as confident as he seems It's high school and everyone's has secrets. When eight unlikely teenagers become friends...and possibly more...who's going to be the first to have their secrets spilled. TRIGGER WARNING - abuse, drugs, alcohol, suicide (thoughts and attempts)/self harm, panic attacks, lots of swearing #1 in highschoolau (3/8/20) & (6/11/20) & (2/15/20) #1 in prinxiety (3/8/20) #1 in pattonsanders (6/23/20) #1 in logansanders (3/8/20) & (2/8/20) #1 in remile (9/21/19) & (10/11/19) & (10/28/19) #1 in picremi (10/11/19) & (3/11/20) & (6/23/20) #1 in cartoontherapy (10/28/19) #1 in sanderssides (12/2/19) #1 in remy (2/3/20) & (4/14/20) #1 in sanders (4/17/20) #1 in thomassanders (6/5/21) #1 in creativity (7/3/21) #2 in logicality (9/21/19)

Cute prinxiety story. One thing left on my mind does he hate me? Do I love him?

When high school started, Virgil's best friend, Patton, makes Virgil sign up for the school production of greatest showman. He met a cute guy on set the first day of class, and that's when everything changed. Trigger Warning ⚠️: there is some self harm, abuse, rape, eating disorder, homophobia. But I promise that this story is really fluffy.

*Some Time Ago* *??? POV* ???: NO! DON'T HURT THEM! I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST LEAVE THEM ALONE! The women in front of me stops for a second. ?: Hmm... Interesting, what do you propose? I will protect them. ???: My life for theirs. I'd trade my life for theirs anyday. Without hesitation. ?: How do you know I won't kill them once you're gone? She takes another step towards them, her hand glowing a deep red. ???: You may be evil, but you're always loyal to you're deals. She thinks for a bit. ?: Alright, fair enough. We have a deal. She walks towards me with her hand now glowing blue and reaches out. I can hear them yelling, but I will protect them. ???: Deal. We shake hands. I immediately start screaming and fall to my knees. I use my last bit of strength to glance over at them. They're gone. That means they're safe and back home. I smile lightly as I black out. *?? POV* ??: Such a selfless act that deserves to rewarded. I'll see you soon my boy. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Roman Sanders is typical 15 year old, ya know, minus the red eyes. He also sees ghosts... ok so maybe not the typical 15 year old, but he does his best. Virgil is a ghost. He doesn't remember anything about his past life, but that's ok. Who needs to worry about that when he's too busy living life (sort of) with his best friend Roman?