[If you don't know who is Robin, she is from the game 'HSR'. Search her up and watch her trailer!] ☆~ "There's no way." "? :D" "YOU ARE THE Y/N!?!?!" ☆~ Warnings: -Historically INACCURATE. -Crackfic/Chatfic. (Since I'm only good at those.) -Mentions of the 'old countries'. Hopefully you know who. -Updates? Uh. Let's say inconsistent. -Lastly, hope you enjoy ☆

What would you do if you were reincarnated as Makarov's child? - - - ENDED: January 26, 2025. Plot driven, somewhat fixed from errors, complete. Fits into canon storyline. All Call of Duty characters belong to their author. Cross posted on AO3 @sevenery

Modern Warfare II × Reader Imagine being a girl boss who got demoted who also fucked the Mexican's special forces army but also fucked the most cold blooded lieutenant that is known to be feared by many who also fucked a certain Russian man who wants to recreate 9/11 over again? can't that be the outmost famous (y/n) (l/n)! "Being a woman is so hard..." You threw another rock into the lake watching it bounce a few times before it sunk to the bottom. "Well then don't be one." she spoke "How so?" "Don't just be a woman, be a man-eater." she smiles at you TW!: Politically racist, mention of real life tragedies, mention of many type of gore, sex scenes, rape, major character death, threesome, foursome etc A/N: I do not own whatever the fuck I'm writing okay. I was drunk typing all this shit together so don't get me started written by Atvace. available to read on: Wattpad, Tumblr, AO3 send me death threats or suggestions here - Discord: OnlyAcey_

After being summoned by Sister Imperator years ago, he was always treated the harshest by her for acting out and being himself. Till night day he had enough of the judgement and abuse, so he ran away from the ministry while everyone else was sleeping. It was raining outside and when you heard something on your porch, you saw him soaking wet and shaking as he looked at you with his amber and grey blue eyes filled with sadness and fear. *Unfinished*

I, personally would've name the book "heheeh" (not very professional of me as always but can be anything short) and put like the "ghost band one shots and head-cannons" in the first part of the description - proof reader A - writer 3 Ass- writer 2 This is a ghost band one shots book that is writen by 3 people. - writer 1

(Y/n) and her friends Riley and Spencer are ghost hunters that live in New York City who make videos for their fans. The fans want them to go to a certain location that has a portal to hell. One thing leads to another and the three of them end up in a satanic church and they end up staying the night there however now they don't know if they will ever make it back home. (Y/n) during this time takes a certain Liking to a fire ghoul. Will the two get together? Will the ghost hunting gang ever get back home?

You are a trusted friend, mentor, and advisor to each of the Papas. But when the Cardinal arrives to the abbey you are confused. Do you do your duty and help the Cardinal or protect the current Papa?

Book 2. Heavy smut warning. There may be some trigging smut in here, so I do put a ⚠️ before them. I do not take requests, but if you have any ideas, feel free to drop them in the comments or on my profile! Swiss Sodo Aether Rain Mountain Cumulus Cirrus Sunshine + Era 3 ghouls

A Y/N story - but it's secretly an original character sorry - written in first person. Plot and **spice**. You strike a deal with the Devil to live a second life in his service and find yourself protecting the reputation of the Satanic church, even if it means getting your hands dirty. However, even when guided by Lucifer's hand, fate doesn't always play out the way we expect. Your role within the ministry, working alongside the various Papas, takes an unexpected turn when Cardinal Copia begins to fast track his way to the top. Warning: Mature themes, violence and scenes of a sexual nature. Timeline note: era 4 ghouls only, as if they worked for Terzo as well.

Sᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ Cᴏʟʙʏ ɢᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʜᴏsᴛ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ. Tʜɪs ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ғɪʀsᴛ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-Tʜʀᴇᴇ (ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɢᴇ). Yᴏᴜ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜ ᴛᴏ Sᴀᴍ Gᴏʟʙᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜɪs sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɢɪʀʟғʀɪᴇɴᴅ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ɴᴇxᴛ..? Wʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs, ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ.