Shane has been stuck in a perpetual routine for years; wake up, go to work, drink beer, then arrive home shitfaced. He's given up on taking care of his goddaughter or making his aunt proud. He's too far gone to change his ways, right? So he thought, up until a mysterious woman just happens to appear at all of the right moments. So why does it seem he's the only one who's ever met her? **THIS IS NOT AN X READER FANFIC** *MATURE CONTENT WARNING! (suicidal thoughts, depression, alcoholism, etc) *Originally posted on A03 by me, reposting it here *Cover art not mine, creator unknown to me

TL;DR- Rain falls head over heels for you. Long slow burn, fluff, and incredible angst ensues. Eventual happy ending included. Love was not something you or Rain ever understood, whether it be between mother and father, between friends and peers, or between you and the universe. After being shunned by your church for reasons you were not the blame for, a church of the antichrist extended their kindness to help a lost soul. Rain was in the same bin as you, and having to heal from the trauma and abuse you had both suffered in your lives was not a one-day process. But with your new found friends, Papa Emeritus III as your best friend and mentor, the ghouls accepting you in their lives, your new job in the clergy, and a quickly developing romantic relationship with the shy bassist, your lives become a lot more happy than they ever were before.

The story is a complete imagination, based only on names of characters from the band Ghost. Therefore, the story does not follow explicitly the storyline Ghost is telling. It is also rather dark, not humourous as the band themselves. ○ The story contains queer relationship between two main characters. There is some explicit, mature content and a bit of foul language. You've been warned. ○ Cardinal Copia leaves Miasma, the city where he spent almost his entire life educating himself to become part of Devil Church. Father Nihil sends him to Meliora, the abbey where current Papa, Emeritus III, rules. However, he is not welcomed particularly warmly. For some strange reason, Papa does not like him. Their rivalry begins, competitions to the extent they eventually become friends. But Cardinal struggles to find out what exactly is troubling Papa.

❝ we're all just a bunch of addicts, struggling with our drug of choice ❞ This is just another basic, totally normal, nothing out of the ordinary high school cliché romance book but on CrAcK

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

"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.

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.