A university student gets the job of a lifetime. The only condition? Deal with a master of manipulation and murder playing his own twisted games.

After so long, the pressure is finally too much and it will all spill out again. Or a story where Y/N tries to leave this all behind and yet is forced to look at San and his crimes right in the face all over again [Tainted Sequel]

One-hundred patients were given a sixth sense, a somewhat natural ability that came as a codon mutation in your DNA. Only 8 patients survived. In a world where the blood has always been on their hands, they promised to protect each other forever. They live their lives as killers, a group of friends that depend on bloodshed and suffering to remain sane. They tear bodies apart for fun, and torture innocents as a hobby. For eight years, they've lived their life hiding from the authorities and challenged the same government that once murdered everything they loved. No witnesses left alive. That was, until you came. You were like them from the start, with an ability you had no idea you had. But something else about you drew them in, one by one like moths to a flame. ||ATEEZ x Reader|| This story takes place in the apocalyptic future. I do not own ATEEZ nor am I accusing them of any of the acts they portray in this fan fiction. ATEEZ are very caring people and atiny knows this fiction is truly a work of FICTION. ||CONTENT WARNING|| Despite being filled with fluff, this fanfic will have DARK and suggestive themes. Graphic depictions of violence, torture, and other mature themes. Please do NOT read if this makes you uncomfortable. <3

Did I just transmigrate into an Ateez fanfiction?! A pirate AU at that! But instead of becoming Y/N, I'm actually become a nameless character who's going to die in the first chapter!! Nope. I won't let that happen. I'm gonna survive. And sorry Y/N. I'm coming for your career. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭.