"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

"I gave you to them, princess. You're a gift. A privilege. And I'll take you right back." It all started when you caught Jin's eye. The pretty American foreigner, the perfect target. You both easily slid into a sexual relationship that Jin loved bragging about to the other Hyungs of BTS. He started lending you to them, with your consent. Each boy has their own distinct power, their own sexual personality. You manage to comfortably fit into all of them, and you have never felt more satisfied. But what happens when they push their limits? What happens when pain and jealousy cloud the relationship that you and Jin have cherished for so long? [MATURE CONTENT]

You have always dreamed of performing at the Opera Populaire but you lived all the way in England. You run away from your family.... you will find out the rest in this story

Before I start the story, please understand this is Heathers. Of course there will be violence, *ahem* SAX MUSIC, ect. I didn't put it as mature because there are people that watch Heathers ((Movie and Musical)) and they are very young. Now I won't say that they can't watch it but, i'm saying that I take Heathers into the next level....If ya catch my drift ;)Thanks! -Kani.

F/n lived in a small village in the military empire of Roan. Since her village couldn't pay taxes, the men were murdered and children and women were sold into the slave trade. F/n and several others were bought out by the Emperor himself. Having caught his attention, F/n uses it to her advantage so she can find a way to escape. Naturally though escaping a man who shows no mercy was never an easy task. All artwork belongs to respective owners

Life as an objectified entertainer pays the bills, but it sucks for Jesse, especially when 'hot entertainer' is all anyone ever sees. That is, until he meets the dry-humoured <y/n>, who just so happens to be looking for new employees and has her eye set on the redhead.

Y/N L/N is the daughter of one of the richest families in the colonies. Although she was raised to be a 'lady', she decides to join the revolution, General Washington accepting her request. Most of the men at the camp believe she is not capable of fighting because she is just a woman, but John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, Marquis De Lafayette, and General Washington's Right Hand Man think otherwise.

2022 Update! (Previously titled Second Before the Sound ) "But just imagine-!" A loud shout is barked up at us, interrupting him. The source of the disturbance is from a stout, heavyweight man - my supervisor this time instead of me being his - four stories below. "Vincent! Elodie! Get down here and do your jobs!" I felt the blisters on my feet ache from the order. I couldn't help but to let a brief groan roll over my vocal chords, a little too loudly, because Vin's fiery glance catches me. "The man's right, you know. We do have jobs, why are you complaining?" "Because I want to only sit here and watch from above, not work- not dance." Vincent had already risen from where he sat with me on the edge of a wooden walkway, hovering above the bustle. It isn't as crowded up here as it is down there, although I love the hustle and bustle, I hate being in it. It's noisy and cramped and there's always human contact. Up on the catwalk, you can actually breathe for a minute. The ropes that dance around us aren't as nosy either. "You can do that when you're dead." - And dead she shall be. In 1877, six years before the fire, Elodie Benóit is a backstage hand and stage manager of the Paris Opera House. She hasn't performed in years, and intends to keep it that way. She adores being the silent creator of the backstage world. No one knew her by name, but instead knew her by her art. One day, an opera ghost threatens the very balance of Elodie's theater. He's made Elodie a subject of his attention. Although she may hide from the audience, no matter where she goes, she can't hide from this phantom. When he begins to send Elodie orders, she begins to disobey him. Thus the beginning of her haunting-

A/N: This is a very old story of mine. Written back when I was in high school. The writing is not the best I've done and there are many errors.. I have since grown then and have bettered my writing.. I have thought to delete the story but because it seems to be a favorite to many-- I've decided to keep it posted just for you all. Enjoy~ Still haunting Paris, and the Opera House, The Phantom never left his home. Even after the angry mob searching for him finally gave up, and he was only safe underground. He too great risk going through the streets, but he did it with out care... But when a funeral of a loved one catches his attention, he has a new adventure started in his enemy's daughter, ____...

Erik X reader You met once, long ago. Ever since that, you have felt a feeling of being watched. It isn't creepy though, it's almost reassuring in a way. One day, you meet again... *for girls* (Obviously, I don't own POTO, and, not as obviously, the art for the cover isn't mine) ☆彡