Allen F. Jones had never cared for anyone or anything, but when it came to Madisson he held a strange fascination that even he could admit was plain wrong. But did he care? Not really. But it didn't seem like that mismatched group knew that when Allen wanted something he'd keep it, and fuck them if they thought they could take her from right under his nose. **oneshot/2p!America**

It was silly, an RPG game… come to life? Laughable! But I couldn't seem to deter the thought now. I couldn't dispel the notion as a figment of my own silly whims. This place was much too familiar, these people I had met too familiar, and even the conversations that were occurring. They were much too similar…. My heart raced and I gulped. Silly, laughable even… wasn't it?

"I'm sorry, but now I understand... the only way to escape is to surrender myself in the end." **Hetaoni Drabble Shot in Italy's Pov/Posted on Quotev profile**

Hetaoni Drabble/One-Shot: They were entering the mansion again. I tried to stop them, but they wouldn't listen and now look what's happened... this time line was worthless too. I had to keep going though, I couldn't just let them die here. They were -... They... what are they to me?

(One Shot and Alternate End to "Happenings of Love" by Ryane-Foxx) Voldemort is dead, the Light won. Never knowing what a family or love felt like, Harry Potter sought only those things in life. Yet with desire he lost himself and now consequences have been served and what could have been will now never be.