|ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs "Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality." -Edgar Allan Poe _________ ~The 69th hunger games. ~The bloodiest games in history. ~The Game makers best arena in history. ~But the worst decision President Snow ever made.

Just some Imagines. All Aaron. ALL APPROPRIATE!

༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ "You really want me to shy away like I used to? Like your little mouse?" I pierce him with every word. The Darkling stares back and for a while the only thing that moves in the room are the shadows. "Alina, you misunderstand me. I have waited centuries for someone like you. Centuries, Alina, alone. I do not need to answer your question. You know what I want." Please don't say it, I think. "I want you to be my Queen, Alina." He pushes off from his chair and I shiver in my seat as he pauses by my side. The Darkling's hands find my chin and he holds my head tenderly with both hands. My power sparks at his touch like fire to kindling and I have to clench a hand in my dress skirt to keep control. He makes sure my gaze is entirely on him when he says, "And you know you will." I shake underneath the pressure of his words and he strokes my chin to calm me. Fine, but he has no idea what he is asking for. I shall be a queen, but not his. And he will regret the day he forced me back at his side like a dog. Aleksander, I think, bow. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ It starts with burst of light, like it did in the beginning. Every time a Sun Summoner dies, there is a burst of light. With every flashing death, Alina can feel a strong hum of power return to her. Fearing the loss of her new life, she sets out on a mission to the Little Palace with hopes her old friends could help her. Little does Alina know, a familiar shadow sits on the throne of Grisha. As a whirlwind of events sets her right back on square one, Alina makes a vital decision to change everything. Still, she finds herself teetering in the edge of letting the Darkling and her powers swallow her up. The Sun Summoner has grown and she can no longer be a saint. She has to be a queen. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ This is a Grisha trilogy fanfiction that takes place after Ruin and Rising. All rights belong to Leigh Bardugo. VERY SLOW BURN Darklina!

>>The things we choose to forget define us just as much as the things we choose to remember<<

That's right. I'm six trash. This is what I'm dedicating myself to now. So in this it's Mary aged 17, Elizabeth aged 15, Edward aged 13 and Parr's daughter Mary aka Mae aged 11 and they're alive. Reincarnated like their moms but with no idea what's happening or of the monsters who got reincarnated also. Oh and there is mention of panic attacks in this. And some drama.

The six wives of Henry VIII have been reincarnated, how will they handle the modern life? Divorced, beheaded, LIVE SLOW UPDATES

Before they officially form their band, the queens decide to listen to each other's songs for the first time.

What happens why Chiron gives the campers WiFi? Madness, that's what! ~Remake~ *WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS*-We keep all canon ships except for Solangelo and Caleo, and ignore certain character deaths due to author preference(s)- We own only our Ocs and ideas, all canon characters belong to Rick Riordon. (You may have seen this on Quotev. Same authors, just a different platform)