!updates every friday! Y/N is taken in by Tobias Hawthorne a year prior to his death and after Emily's. You meet the Hawthorne brothers and you can't help but be drawn to the wild and flirty Jameson Hawthorne. . . However, your life isn't all sunshine and butterflies. You receive death threats, attempted assassination, and face bullying at your new school. You're brought down a path you never could have imagined. But Tobias Hawthorne always has a reason for doing what he does, and you're starting to wonder if you were brought here as a game. Even though you have just fled an abusive situation, you wonder if you'll be another plaything. Perhaps this said sanctuary wasn't so safe after all. . . ... "I always did like the glass ballerina we played with. . ." the dark-haired boy mused, eyes scanning over mine. "Is that all you see me as? A fragile toy!?" "Shhh, you didn't let me finish. . ." he puts a finger to my lips. "But to me you're not the glass ballerina. Easy to shatter. Inanimate and insignificant. No, you're so much more. . ." He removes his finger slowly and replaces it with his lips to quiet my protests. But his words left me speechless and his lips sealed his promise into me. ... I don't own the Inheritance Games, this is just a fanfiction. There will be romance, violence, abuse, profanity, suggestive themes, alcohol, drug use, etc. in this story. I will add trigger warnings as I see fit, and will change aspects of the story to fit my fanfiction. Complete description inside.

Come one, come all, to the phenomenon Caraval. . . Careful of being swept too far away. ... Taking place during Legendary, our fanfiction starts off with Y/N getting kidnapped. However, the scoundrel by the name of Julian rescues her from her captors and arrives on Valenda for the Caraval. Deciding to play, she's sucked into a world where she doesn't know fact from fiction, and is faced with three men who make her unsure how they view her: a game piece, challenge, ally, or lover. Julian is a liar but a flirt, Dante is dark but teasing, and Jacks is cold but. . . No, that's it. You're Jacks' reluctant fiancé, but in order to keep his image you're fake dating Julian, but become Dante's dirty secret as well. Nothing is bound by any real relationship, and as the days pass, you struggle to win Caraval but not the hearts of three men who have no idea you're unsure of who to choose. ... "It doesn't have to be a game though. . . At least, we don't," Julian murmurs against my lips. /// "If I didn't take any kind of liking to you, you'd already be dead." Jacks breathes into my ear, grip on my arm now deadly. "Lucky for you, I find you amusing, perhaps even promising." /// Dante chuckles, pulling me closer. "No matter my identity, I want you to win. Don't you believe that?" His mouth touches mine, his words vibrating in my bones. ... !Will contain spoilers for the Caraval Trilogy, as well as violence, profanity, alcohol and drug use, mental health issues and self harm, suggestive themes, and romance displayed the same way as the series!

The purge happens every year to keep the right balance of sinners in hell. But what if a particular deer demon screws that balance up? ... Between the start of Hazbin Hotel by Charlie and Alastor attempting to kill more demons than he should, you'd think things would balance out better than ever, however things are getting worse and per princess of hell's request, she summons the finest angels to help out. . . Including you. Y/N knew Charlie and her family since the garden, and would never turn down a mission such as this to help sinners out. . . But what happens when her mission is to control the famous overlord, Alastor the Radio Demon? ... "This seems like behavior that will get you kicked out," he murmurs against my lips. "I don't care if heaven won't take me back," I respond firmly. "But don't be so sure your reputation won't be soiled after all this 'fraternizing'." "Don't you know you're everything I have?" he pulls me close as the bombs get louder, and I shudder against him. "I wanna live, not just survive tonight." "We will, darling. We will."

!updates whenever, requests open! Letters from the king of the underworld to you. When you're anxious, depressed, happy, overwhelmed, or in love, there's a letter from Lore Olympus' Hades to you. ... "Please don't be worried, my love. . . All the stars dull in comparison to your beauty. I will never stop loving you. I will never stop fighting for you. We will figure this out, you have my word. You're too beautiful to be anxious, darling. Your name will be the only one on my lips. Never will I grow weary of you. You've given me more than I need and I hope I am everything and more for you. I hope to see your beautiful face again soon, but until then, I can only say I love you instead of whispering it while I caress your face. Simply, Hades" ... I mean, these could technically be read as neutral gender readers, and I'll do platonic ones too. Just want everyone to enjoy these because they're supposed to be little letter character comforts. Also yes, I'm aware no one signs a letter "simply", it is just my username and I decided to base a book off of it, guess it is a little silly though.

It was supposed to be an in and out heist, nothing more, nothing less. That was until one of VILE's operatives got an eye for you, and suddenly you're being dragged into the life of a thief because some guy who can work wires and heartstrings stumbled into your life. Literally. ... "I-I didn't want this!" I gasp, tears pouring down my face as I stare into Gray's - or Crackle's - eyes, rain mixing with the tears as we stood on VILE Island. "Then what did you want, mate? For me to leave you for VILE to wipe your mind? I wish I didn't have to drag you into this love but here we are." "What did I want?" I stare into his deep eyes, hands on his shoulders. My voice softens. "You. I only wanted you. Not this. . . This. . . This life of stealing and lying," my voice feels strangled. "But I won't even be able to have that, will I?" His expression falters and I know I'm right. I look away in anguish just for him to grip my jaw gently but firmly and direct my lips to his. We stand there, kissing in the pouring rain, my hands wrapping around his neck and his arms around my body. Our lips part slightly, just enough so he can whisper, "We'll find a way through this." "I know you will, Graham Crackle," I whisper, and see his smile flash just like the lightning that struck in the background. ... I do not own Carmen Sandiego, this is just a fanficiton! Full description inside.

!updates every saturday! 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫. 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 "𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞" 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐳𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲/𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . lore olympus is owned by rachel smythe on webtoon. follow her there and on insta (@usedbandaid). follow my insta too (itssimplyhades)!

!updates on sunday! After the attack on New York, a punishment for the god of mischief had been set. Having spent some jail time in the Helicarrier, he is now being moved to the Avengers tower with his powers currently "compromised". . . His punishment? Being around his brother and his oafish friends who are hoping to actually get him on their side. It was set up by S.H.I.E.L.D., who thought this would be a good idea, an experiment. Unfortunately, most everyone else disagrees with having Reindeer Games around, but he intrigues you. Not only is there more than meets the eye with Loki, there's more under Y/N as well. . . The past unravels to reveal something far more ludicrous than anyone ever could have imagined. Magic mishaps happen with you and you get deju vu of things you're certain you've never done before. What's even weirder, is you dream of a place you've never even set foot in. . . Yet it all seems so familiar. ... "Are you okay?" I step out of the shadows cautiously, watching the god seemingly let his guard down. No bravado or smirks. He just looked. . . Sad. Almost. . . Human. "I'm fine, Y/N." He was using your real name, and his voice sounded far off. He definitely wasn't fine. "You're not, but alright." You shrug, sitting down next to him. "Y/N. . ." Loki starts, but sighs. "Oh, by the gods," he curses under his breath before looking at you with wild eyes. "With everything that's been happening with you lately, I should be the one asking. . . Are you okay?" ... I do not own the MCU or Norse Mythology - this is just a fanfic. Rated mature for swearing, mild violence, heavier depictions of violence, some trauma, suggestive themes, alcohol, etc. I will add extra warnings if I believe a chapter needs them and is more than mild swearing and violence etc. Full description inside.