Vampire Travis AU Salvis A few years after high school, they cross paths at the cafe where Sal now works. It was an ordinary day for Sal, but something Travis had been planning since he caught a glimpse of the bright blue hair. Travis has been trying to find Sal, ever since Sal showed him so much kindness in some of his darkest moments. Watching, analyzing. Stalking him like prey. Becoming friends was first on his list after successfully reaching out to him. At first all he wanted to do was apologize and thank Sal, then they grow closer than he anticipated. But he can't hide his secrets forever. TW-blood and gore in every chapter, stalking, panic attacks, murder and death, lots of angst, bit of 18+ but not as heavy as my other fic

After so many experiences with his father, Travis is forced to take refuge with Sal Fisher, much to his dismay. Many events lead them closer together while the stress of the cult hangs over their heads. Is this for the better? Or will the two tear each other to pieces as they navigate their feelings, and the end of the world? The cults movements and storyline will differ a bit from canon, I try to keep pieces of canon as intertwined as possible, just with a twist. I hope you enjoy! TW- Self harm, Abuse, Homophobia, Descriptive Gore, SA Mentions, Panic Attacks, and many more. Please make sure you are in a good state of mind before reading! There will be a decent amount of 18+ moments as well. Cover art is from (@God.hates.travis.phelps)! All credit goes to them, I absolutely love their art style and I've incorporated some ideas from their art lol, definitely go check them out on Insta! Holy- 752,543 words 😭 I didn't even think it was that long?

'I killed him and yet he came back as a raven to tourment me- No, to taunt me.' ---------- Kaya was always the forgotten child, Kayden was the favoured one. After an accident that leaves Kayden dead, Kaya takes the opportunity to finally recieve the love she's been yearning for. Now everyone thinks Kaya is dead- Everyone execpt Kaya. As guilt consumes her and a mysterious raven begins following her every move, the line between reality and madness starts to blur. After all, how long can you pretend to be someone else before you forget who you really are?

BAKUGO aka the pomeranian meants MY beloved oc, u may self insert btw but the oc description is kinda in a box, falls hhead over heals for her heheh in a trip vav to california , CALIFORNIA GURLS WERE UNINIABLE---- ill leave

Elena Carter and Adrian Blake both live in the same world, but somehow life kept them apart. Elena didn't ask for a matchmaking dinner, neither did Adrian, but both came. Life can be sometimes so unexpected and sometimes so simple. Sometimes it is really easy to understand the unexpected one, but harder to understand the simple one. The meeting between these two people should have been simple but was unexpected for them. They met each other again and again, at points that were simple but unexpected. From the beginning they were bound to meet, bound to be around each other, but somehow they were apart from each other's lives, like it was intentional. Liking and loving each other wasn't unexpected, it was their choice - a choice that was simple, so simple, but was so unexpected.

Oneshots for my otp, my lil gay fellas. Probs won't update that much, but this is my first fanfic and stuff, so plz be nice! * NO ART IS MINE UNLESS I SPECIFICALLY SAY SO, GO SUPPORT THE ARTISTS YALL* *ALL CHARACTERS ARE FROM SALLY FACE, I DO NOT OWN THEM* #12 in sallyface 4-27-24 (TYSM!!!)

(If you couldn't guess, Title is based off the song, "Meet you at the Graveyard" by Cleffy) This story is more based on Travis and his life and what he goes through, and doesn't focus much on Sal even though it's both of their povs. SAL I never understood why Travis Phelps hated my guts so much. My friends say it's because Travis hates everyone, but I think it's because of something else. The way he looks at me isn't just a look of hate, but there's something else behind those eyes... something else that I can't tell what it is. TRAVIS I wish to drown out every thought, every image of him. I want to drown all out. No matter what it takes. I want to drown everything out. The pain, the thoughts, the emotions, the tears, the hits, everything. I want it all to go away. Until it does. #1 on salxtravis 🥳 Warnings: Suicide Mention Self Harm Heavy Abuse Verbal Abuse Alcoholism Depression (All heavy topics will have a disclaimer/warning before it happens)

Travis Phelps has been in love with Sal Fisher ever since Sal came to Nockfell two years ago. He never stood a chance, and he knew it, so rather than try, he resorted to the only thing he could think of that would get him close to Sal- bullying him. That is, until Sal suffers from an accident, losing all of his memories. Travis chooses to redeem himself in the wake. This was his chance, after all. It was going to work. It had to, right? cross-posted on ao3.

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

"Your silence will always speak louder than those insults Travis." -Sal "Maybe silence is for the better.." -Travis What happens when cliche bully Travis stops speaking? Why did Travis stop speaking? Why is he so timid? Who knows. These are just questions Sal has, they might never be answered. It might be too late. Maybe someone else steps in...