(Part two of the merman's tear series) Technoblade never meant to leave his family. It was his duty to protect them, to help Phil provide so that they could survive. He knew it was his job to take care of them, he knew that without him they wouldn't be able to stay afloat. This made it all the more difficult for him when he was stolen. Snatched away from his family on the premise of being a hybrid, Technoblade has to find his way in this brand new world that he's been thrown into. Finding out you're a hybrid is one thing, but finding out there's an entire sanctuary full of them hiding from the human race? A sanctuary that's being hunted by the one and only King Schlatt? Well, that's another story.

"Don't be losers," I tell the boys as I climb onto the rock. "Come on, guys. Enjoy life." "It seems like you might hurt yourself," Dream shakes his head, taking a cautious step forward." "I'm just living a little." I shrug. "All we have is now anyways." (NOT A POLY FF) tw: angst, blood, mature language and jokes, drinking, death

When George's mom starts to question his loneliness, George asks Dream to help him. Set in December of 2020. If George and/or Dream say that they are uncomfortable with this being written, I will take it down in a heartbeat. As of right now, they have said that they don't mind things being written about them. But it's their basic human right to change that opinion. This is a ship story! This story will NEVER have any type of smut or any suggestions of smut. Dream and George are REAL PEOPLE. I ship their personas as Minecraft YouTubers. Please don't read on stream if the point is to make fun of this story. Being an author is my dream, and it's really disheartening to see that. Don't trash my work for the sake of your stream. Clay = Dream !minor cursing! Started: July 1st, 2020 Finished: September 19th, 2020 Word Count: 37, 880 Highest Rankings!: September 23rd, 2020 - #17 in minecraft September 20th, 2020 - #81 in dream August 25th, 2020 - #25 in dreamnotfound October 22nd, 2020 - #1 in dreamxgeorge December 10nd, 2020 - #966 in lgbt December 23rd, 2020 - #3 in gream January 5th, 2021 - #102 in georgenotfound

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

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.

Fred Weasley takes a sudden interest in you. When the two of you collide, what will happen? Who will find love? Who will get hurt?

Fred and Y/n have been the best of friends since their first year. Both of them have fancied each other for a long time, but neither acted upon their feelings. Their sixth year is starting and Fred knows that he needs to act fast. Will he finally be able to confess his love for her? Or would she do it first? What would their future bring, the future leading them to the Second Wizarding War? - - - [word count: 67K+] highest ranks: - #1 in fred - #1 in fanfiction - #2 in hogwarts - #5 in fredweasley - #2 in weasley - #1 in harrypotterfanfiction - #2 in george - #9 in harrypotter available in: - vietnamese by @vanaanh_2210 - spanish by @theweaslevs - portuguese by @iyakuthins all rights go to j. k. rowling, i only own the parts made by myself! cover art is not mine!

Hanging over George's back, she grunted, "Seriously, put me down, Weasley." He shook his head and laughed gleefully while he carried her downstairs. When he set her down in the empty hallway, she crossed her arms and refused to look at him. He chuckled and leaned forward until she had to back up against the wall to get any amount of space. With a cheeky grin, he murmured in her ear, "You're cute when you're mad, Potter." - This is the story of the girl who hid, the lesser known Potter twin. Assumed to be weak and innocent, she carved her own path and impacted their world in ways no one could have imagined. [George Weasley x Fem!OC] Highest Rankings: #1 in GeorgeWeasley #1 in George #1 in Hufflepuff #1 in Reader #1 in ReaderInsert #1 in Magic #1 in Twins #3 in FredWeasley #4 in DracoMalfoy #5 in WeasleyTwins #6 in Hogwarts #15 in Weasley #26 in Fanfiction #55 in Romance /disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or that universe. I only own y/n Potter and her independent storylines./ [started - october 2020; finished - november 2020]

After moving to North Carolina, you find yourself in a sticky situation where you can barely make rent. Luckily, you stumble upon a local twenty-two-year-old looking for a roommate. It's the perfect situation. *reader's pronouns are gender-neutral to be accommodating to all readers* ❗️Mature Language ❗️use/mention of alcohol and minor drugs

"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.