You were one step to death, but someone came and save you and your brother. He was your saviour. He gave you a roof under your head, he gave you food to eat. He accepted you and your brother. You were grateful. What will happen now, I wonder? ❗DISCLAIMER❗ This story will contain strong language and touchy subjects. Those touchy subjects are spoilers. This will contain blood and other gory subjects in the future, so please be warned. And also it might contain some mature content in the F U T U R E. S P O I L E R S if it wasn't obvious enough. But I will try to not spoil it too much cause it might or might not follow the plot. Kimetsu no Yaiba belongs to Koyoharu Gotouge. Any media that will be used here all belong to their rightful owner. Unless specifically stated otherwise. >>> Started - 01/22/2020 Completed - 06/14/2020

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

Hello Y/N, My name is Jack Manifold and I'm a twitch streamer/youtuber (you can find me @ jackmanifoldtv). Recently I've been working on designing and getting merch for my subscribers, and I've been looking for a photographer to possibly help with a merch photoshoot so I'll have some pictures for the website. I found your page through Instagram and so far you look like you know what you're doing. I just was wondering about your price range for that sort of thing and when you would be available for a shoot? Jack Manifold (not sus) ---- Hello Jack, Thank you for the request. I took a look at your page, and I would be happy to set up a time for a shoot. The price would depend on how many hours the shoot would be, and my rate is about £100 an hour. As for availability, I am still in school, so it would have to be either in the afternoon or on the weekend if you wanted it earlier in the day. Hopefully that's not an inconvenience! Y/N (also not sus, just in case you were wondering)

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

"You remember what I said a few months ago?" Alex asked. "About when you hit one million subscribers?" You thought for a moment, sorting through your memories. "You're going to have to be more specific." Alex smiled, sipping at her drink. "About the SMP." That jogged your memory immediately. "Wait- really?" You asked, now excited. "You'll ask if I can join?" Alex nodded, and your heart swelled up with joy. You were going to join the Dream SMP. And, oh, how your life would change because of it.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

Nick told you he was going to be loud. He was a streamer. You should've listened, but now you're stuck with him for the next eight months until your lease was up. "So, why didn't you say something sooner? If it's been bothering you so much." "Because you're-" You stopped yourself mid-sentence and sighed. "Never mind." You were going to say cute; you didn't tell him off when he was loud because he was cute. "Because I'm what?" He laughed. "Scary?" "Uh, yeah," You said. "Scary." FEMALE!READER Art by @Sakibee_ on Twitter! All credit to them. Fantastic drawing.

Dream x Reader - You, George's sister, find yourself on an adventure down to the States with your brother to finally meet his best friend. George isn't happy about your new-found friendship blooming with Clay. He's happy for his friend, just not that it's you he likes. Mostly uses female pronouns, as I wrote it as a sister!reader. It does get a bit steamy but there is definitely no smut! This is your warning! Cross-Listed on Ao3 under the same title and username! Cover art by my very close friend, Chexmix!! I will also remove this if any cc wishes me to! Best Ranks #3 on DreamWasTaken!! POGGERS #1 on xreader!!!!!! POGCHAMP #20 on Dream #1 on GeorgeNotFound!!! POGCHAMP #12 on Fanfiction #1 on DreamWasTakenXReader!!! Woohoo #1 on Clay?! #1 on Finished!!! #1 on Minecraft!!! pogchamp!!