After witnessing the horrible shooting of a high official from the underground, you are marked for death with your head prized at 10 million dollars. Contract killers from different corners of the globe fly to New York to claim their prize, one of which just happens to be the former charge of your neighbor... DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hitman!Jones or Hetalia and any of its characters. I also don't own the butterfly and crosshair illustrations, I only used them for the cover. All rights reserved. WARNING: The following may have detailed or mild descriptions of gore and violence; black comedy; limes (mild smut); and swearing. Reader discretion is advised.

Yes, it's another Ouran High School Host Club fanfic! This one is based more off of the manga than the anime, so there will be a few instances where things might be just slightly different (for those who have not read the manga) but nothing too serious. Towards the end it will vear off into my own little thing.

Nodoka Kitagawa's been stuck at sea for as long as she can remember. Paddling and rowing without a clue, without a home to find, she's bound to drown soon enough. But he makes sure that she won't. Amid the harsh waves, Kyouya Ootori finds her and helps her get back on her feet. Though this isn't to say that he made sailing a lot smoother. If anything, he made the boat topple over a million times. Nodoka Kitagawa realizes that it's worth it. ➸ "Written Conversations" ➸ 2nd Place in the AnimeWattyAwards (OHSHC Category) ➸ 1st Place Best Cover in the AnimeWattyAwards ➸ 3rd Place Best Title in the AnimeWattyAwards ➸ #310 in Fanfiction (11/04/2017)

(MarkiplierXReader) Ranked #4 in Markiplierxreader category! "How could he hurt such a beautiful flower?" he whispered, and it was obvious that he hadn't realized he'd said it out loud before smiling almost sadly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help." You leaned in towards his hand barley to show that you appreciated the contact before offering a smile of your own. "It's okay, Mark; you're here now. You cheered me up when no one else could. Thank you." He came closer to your face, leaning forward to where he was an inch, if not less, away from your face. He inclined his head and pressed his forehead against yours before you both closed your eyes and just sat there, enjoying each other's reassuring company. "You're welcome."

[Please read Just Below 0 first if you haven't yet! You'll understand this so much better, I promise. >w0] You've been in New York for six months now, time passing so painfully slow as your deranged uncle Allen keeps you held in the city despite your attempts to leave. All you can do is plot your plans to get back to Canada and survive the school Allen enrolled you in. But with Matt dead, or at least assumed dead, you have no home in Manitoba anymore. Can you get past your unfortunate history and escape... but where can you hide from someone who knows your every move? • My information is looked into! Times and locations are as accurate as an American can get them... with Google. XD But seriously, I try very hard. Thank you for reading!!

Millie Anderson had only gone to that party because her boss begged her to attend. Little did she know that it would change her life forever, in more ways than one. She saw him from across the room, the dark, mysterious stranger and her heart raced. His smile was the very predator stalking her but his voice was smooth and alluring. Duane Drakon hadn't meant to seek her out but she lured him in. He never meant to bring his families attention on her. Inadvertently though, he had done just that. His family was hoping that he had finally seen the light. They wanted him to stop his doughnut eating habit and return to eating humans. That had been their family way for millennia. They were tired of him dragging their good name into disrepute. When Millie finds herself caught in the realm of a real life dragon, she decided that she had two choices. She could turn tail and run, hoping that she doesn't become a flaming meat popsicle. Or she could stay and find out about Duane's world. Sure she had his family constantly wanting to eat her. Then there was the maddening attraction she felt for him. Mix in her own family dramas and life was rather hectic. She could survive this surely.... Couldn't she?

Once upon a time, you had heard someone say, "That which divides us will only make us stronger." Your father had said something about how that person had mixed two separate quotes into one, but you didn't care. It had always sounded like a nice belief to you. NOTE: I DO NOT OWN THIS FIC BUT A USER I DEVIANT-ART BY THE NAME, "lasmin18 ". I DO NOT ALSO OWN HETALIA AND NOTHING ELSE.

I did not write this, once again. All rights go to the amazing HetaAuthor, George deValier .... I may publish the other VeraVerse stories too.

An APH Germany x Astraphobic!Reader fanfic!

Here is a Kingdom!AU GerIta story. It contains a little bit of Spamano and SebMona as well. Feliciano is the newly coronated King of Roma. His late grandfather, by whose wish Feliciano became king, had previously neglected an epidemic in the neighboring kingdom of Germania. It is up to Feliciano to deal with the quickly spreading disease, and upon meeting a Germanian prince named Ludwig, his decisions are greatly influenced. Trigger warnings of minor character death and mild language. Notes on the setting: I based this on a slightly cleaned up alternate universe of medieval Europe, where science is allowed and homosexuality is ok, etc. Pretty much none of this is historically accurate. I am no doctor, but I based the disease off of a parasite of some sort that attacks red blood cells. -Yanyan