"I use cutting as an alternative to committing suicide. The blood reminds me I'm alive, and it's oddly comforting. It's my only escape from this hell." WARNING: triggers like self harm are a common occurrence in this particular fan fic, also there's swearing, if that bothers you haha

Levi is a simple demon, one with razor sharp teeth and mind full of lust and a cryptic coded mind, his earth visits are measly something to do as he kills humans for game about every now and then. But he wants a full time toy, some one to manipulate and dominate. And what do I spy with my little eye a Eren Yeager fit for the prize. (Ereri/Riren fanfic all right reserved) P.s sry for the crappy photo shop I tried my best with the picture to an extent, oh and also rated R

"You can call me daddy." "You cannot be fucking serious." __________ "This is a weird part of the internet, I don't like this place." - Michael Clifford, 2020.

Full version of Second Edition available on Amazon and via Kindle Unlimited. Chris Sinclair fades under a dark cloud after losing his mother to cancer. On the cusp of adulthood, he doesn't know where he should go or how to get there. But watching life pass him by was never the plan, and when he is forced to attend a concert in an attempt to coax him out of his shell, he discovers that life might have more to offer. Dante Heron holds the audience between his delicate bow and the tips of his fingers. He plays the violin as if every heart is his to command, but the discipline needed to perfect his skills has left him with nothing to spare. He's a fire that burns too bright or not at all-unpredictable and demanding. When Chris is unexpectedly offered a job to travel around Europe as Dante's assistant, or 'friend', he surprises himself by accepting. Their journey barely starts before Chris realizes he's in over his head. Every step along the way is fraught with tension, and the farther they go, the closer they veer to a breaking point. Invisible strings are at play, stitched into Dante's life by those who should have taught him how to love. Perhaps Chris is right to be afraid, but sometimes, what you fear the most is what you can't afford to lose.

Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]