Your phone buzzed and lit up, a new notification for a groupchat flashing onto the screen. Considering you hardly knew 12 people, you were certainly added by mistake. Of course, just texting them "Wrong number, sorry" would be far too boring. And what harm could a little texting do? -or- Y/n gets added to the Phantom Troupe's groupchat. Entirely unaware how much one wrong number (or thirteen) could change their life. ----- This is a remake of my very first, and most popular Fanfiction on this app! While it will still be the basics (Y/n and the Troupe's groupchat) I REFUSE to ever even glance at the garbage that is Wrong Number (HxH). So it will not even remotely follow the plot the first fic did. (You do not have to read the original first to read this one) ----- This is a xGender-Neutral Reader fanfic. So Y/n (The reader) will only be referred to as They/Them. Feel free to imagine these as your pronouns ----- ⚠️Trigger warnings⚠️ •Hisoka •The original Wrong Number (HxH) slander •People named Hisoka •Cursing •Clown •Author SERIOUSLY hates that Wrong Number (HxH) is their most popular fic. •Magicians •Y/n will be given a personality that may not perfectly align with yours. I refuse to write a bland terrible character. •Hisoka slander •Crackfic taken seriously? •The character from HxH who'd be most likely to pull a rabbit out of a hat •Serious fic taken like crack? •Hisoka's so annoying, and no amount of non canon fanfic can change that •No update schedule

Not long after your father passes, you're thrown onto a pedestal of suspicion for being against your village's church. However, you're seen more or less as a chance of opportunity than a threat by someone in particular. ... [cover with be reedited]

In a world shrouded in solitude, (Y/n)'s desolate existence takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious package arrives-housing a Google IRl, its origins concealed in anonymity. As they navigate the delicate dance of coexistence, extraordinary revelation unfolds. Programmed devoid of emotions, he unwittingly delves into a realm he was never meant to explore-unraveling the threads of affection. In this intricate dance, secrets are unveiled, forging an uncharted path where emotions awaken in circuits. Will their connection transcend the boundaries of what it means to feel? Or will they succumb to the dangers that lurk?

When you take Daryls place, you didnt see what was coming. You didnt see this chain of events that would lead to you falling for this man. (Note, the story is very changed and doesnt follow the proper pattern of the program, for example Y/N going to Negans compound instead of Daryl).

More opportunities. More experience. More dangers.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚊𝚋𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 《》《》 It'd been 3 years since Windsor, and 4 since Woodsboro. You were invited to work on the film 'Stab 3' as a writer along with Randy, considering he knew the characters and you had experience the Woodsboro Massacre first hand. But yet another copycat killer emerges, and everyone left after Woodsboro is brought together to defeat another monster. All with help from your friendly neighborhood psychopaths. 《》《》 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢. 《》《》 TW: blood, gore, death, murder, small children, characters making poor choices Reader discretion is advised 《》《》 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍. 𝙸 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢! 《》《》 THIS IS BOOK 3 OF THE SERIES. You'll need to read the first 2 for much needed context. 《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚢? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢; 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚑, 𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎

𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 《》《》《》 It's been a year, and no one's caught the killers of the Woodsboro Massacre. You managed to get into college, and work up enough courage to go. But the past always comes back to bite you in the ass, doesn't it? 《》《》《》 𝙵𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗. 《》《》《》 TW: blood, murder, strong language, gore, bodily horror, probably more that I can't think of right now. Reader discretion is advised. 《》《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍? 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍. 《》《》《》 THIS IS BOOK 2 OF THE SERIES. You'll need to read book 1 for much needed context. 《》《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜!

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜? 《》《》《》《》 After watching your father get mutilated during a home invasion, you stopped talking to people. Sadly for you, the two boys the universe chose to be your missing pieces aren't willing to just leave you alone. 《》《》《》《》 𝚂𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎! 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎! 《》《》《》《》 TW: gore, blood, murder, death, disturbing imagery, bodily horror, smutty themes, probably more that I can't think of right now. Reader discretion is advised. 《》《》《》《》 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍? 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘, 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢... 𝚄𝚙 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚎... 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗.

(Y/n) Phantomhive is the only daughter of the Great Earl Phantomive, Ciel Phantomhive and the late Elizabeth Midford. She has accomplished deeds earning the trust of the royal family, inlisting fear towards her foes in the underworld, and increasing the envy her rivals have for her. But she wasn't able to accomplish this alone. With her Beloved butler, Sebastian Michaelis by her side, nothing could hinder her. But her life will never have a happy ending, as more forces rise... Especially the feelings that she now possess towards her one hell of a butler... •| This is the sequel of The Next Phantomhive. I know you guys have been waiting for almost forever. And here it is!!!! I hope you enjoy my story!!!!! |• 《I don't own Black Butler and the artworks used》

(Y/N) Phantomhive , the only child of Ciel Phantomhive and Elizabeth Midford , is the next head of the Phantomhive household. She has inherited the vast Phantomhive property and Funtom Corporation . But that isn't the only thing she has inherited from her father. Along with it is none other the Faustian Contract... || So this is my first xreader. I hope u guys enjoy the story|| •●I don't own Black Butler nor its characters. Along with the artworks I'll be using. All credits belong to their respective creators●• Cover by @Trash_Person29