"What is it that you seek from me?" "Perfection."

"bring me the holy water, park jimin" "oh daddy, so aggressive" In which Park Jiimin has a tendency of fucking with the wrong people. Until he met Yoongi, a priest who made it all even worse. priest!Yoongi + fuckboy!Jimin [big age gap] It becomes angsty in the last few chapters, especially the 'Finale' chapter can be triggering! Read with care [currently editing any mistakes] Spanish translation: @eyesvacc Highest ranking: #58 yoonmin [19/10/18] #27 yoonmin [13/11/18] #264 fanfiction [02/11/18] #10 parkjimin [17/11/18] #1 parkjimin [22/11/18] #21 yoonmin [22/12/18] #3 yoonmin [23/2/19] #123 fanfiction [20/4/20] #3 fanfiction [11/8/20]

"-and his heart beat louder with every passing second." In which he falls in love with a memory. •Completed

WW2 AU. Londoner Arthur Kirkland's pub, the Emerald Lion, is overrun by American servicemen on leave. One in particular is driving him to distraction - loud, brash fighter pilot Alfred Jones. Unable to stop it, Arthur finds himself falling for Alfred's charms - just as the pilot is preparing to leave for war. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //

AU. Italy, WW2. Feliciano Vargas is a passionate, if slightly scared, Italian resistance member. Falling in love with a German fighter pilot was the last thing he expected... and it will test his national loyalty, and his heart, to their limits. \\ I DO NOT OWN THE STORY! I read this online and I wanted to put it on Wattpad so that more people could enjoy it. Full credit to George Devalier on Fanfiction.net. Make sure to also read all of his other amazing fanfiction! //

In this book, the egos are kinda like Thomas Sander's sides in the way that they represent different parts of Jack (I'm putting this in the description to make the book easier to understand): Robbie-represents his child like nature JJ-represents his creativity Chase-represents his caring Marvin-represents his belief in good Schneep-represents his want to help Anti-represents his depression/anxiety Jackaboy Man-represents his positivity

" my name's blurry face and I care what you think. " Dan Howell has an unknown condition where he cannot see faces - no matter what he wears or does - they are always a blur. The doctors nicknamed it 'blurry face', and there's absolutely nothing they can do about it; Dan will have to live without faces. That is, until he meets Phil Lester - the 'bad boy' of Dan's new school - who's face is strangely visible to Dan; much to Dan's wonder and Phil's distaste.

Alexander Hamilton has recently been accepted into King's College, and he's scared. He's never had friends growing up, and has too much to say at once. But will his overly energetic room mate change his views of the future ahead of him?

"The story of then, told by the people of now." When 19-year old Alexander Hamilton arrives at New York City, he leaves behind his past of horror and death to join America. My fanfiction/story tells the tale of the Founding Fathers as they struggle through college life, love, and drama in the 21st Century! ++++++++++ #65 (out of 5.9k stories) in Hamilton - 5.10.2018 #174 in Fanfiction - 2.18.2017 #11 in Musicals - 5.24.2018

{The first book in the Apocalypse Series} "Hey, Mark.. Are you doing okay?" Jack turns to him. Mark limps along nodding, "Fine." "You're not fine. We need to talk about this." Tyler frowns, "You're bitten. This is just like with Ethan." "This is not like Ethan!" Mark growls, grabbing Tyler's shirt, "I am not going to die!" Felix quickly separates the two, "Hey, now. No one is going to die while I'm here." Marzia stands by, looking nervous, "We should.. Get going, it's getting dark.." ... "Give me all your supplies and weapons, now!" the man demands, holding a knife to Minx's throat. Cry just smiles, raising an eyebrow, "You sure you wanna rob us, buddy?" Ohm snickers and the man's eyes narrow, "I'm serious, hand it over!" Minx drops a pocket knife from inside her sleeve into her hand and she stabs it into the man's stomach. The split moment the man pulls away in shock, Minx spins, getting behind him and she holds one of his hands up against his back, her knife to his throat. She grins, "You picked the wrong damsel in distress."