*Complete* A Marvel Cinematic Universe FanFiction Formerly Titled "Please Stay" When a nameless man showed up in Iris' doorway holding out the ad she'd placed looking for a new temporary tenant, he was nothing at all like anyone she'd ever encountered; he felt dangerous. But he also felt...lost. A part of her knew she should close the door in his face. But for some reason that didn't stop her from handing him the key. He was only looking for a place to lie low, a place to recover and start to regroup after what happened on the doomed Helicarrier. A temporary place where he could maybe begin to pull his shattered mind back together and begin to remember who he was...he'd been called Bucky? What he didn't anticipate was finding a haven in the skinny townhouse... ...and in her. *** Post-Captain America: Winter Soldier up to and Including Captain America: Civil War. Companion Story to "The Ghost" though it's not necessary to have read it to enjoy this one! *** First Place Winner in the Fallen Angel Awards for FanFiction First Place Winner in The Excelsior Awards in the Mixed Category July Winner in the Mystical Awards for FanFiction Third Place Winner in the Fireworks Awards for Fanfiction *** Votes and Comments/Feedback most enthusiastically welcome!

"Fuck you." I whispered, balling my fists at my side. I heard Anakin chuckle darkly from behind me, "Oh I bet you wish you could." Anakin Skywalker's world is one of adventure, battle, and legend. So why is lowly temple cook, Kels Remlik, catching his attention?

Loki needs time away from Asgard to find himself, choosing to visit one of the most remote beauty destinations on Midgard - the arctic circle. Y/N runs a glass igloo retreat with her father. When Loki turns up suddenly, sparks fly - and not friendly ones. Who is this stranger who just appeared on your doorstep to stay for the winter? And why does he bother you so much? When Loki asks for a tour of the scenery, Y/N begrudgingly agrees, discovering more about him in the process. But little do either of them know, a storm is rolling in, and soon they'll only have each other to make it through the cold.

Vena isn't a selfish person. Everything she does is for her brother, her family, and the expectations of everyone else. She doesn't like to disappoint people. But everyone has a weakness. Something that makes you want to be selfish and only think about yourself. And for Vena, that person is a boy with glasses and green eyes. ootp-tdh draco's twin sister harry potter x oc slow-burn important rankings #1 in narcissamalfoy #2 in blaisezabini #1 in harryjamespotter #1 in dracomalfoy #25 in twinsister #4 in deatheaters #33 in harrypotter #9 in malfoyfamily #1 in legilimency #1 in occlumency #1 in harryxoc #16 in harrypotterxoc #2 in harrypotterxoc #2 in halfbloodprince #1 in hpfanfic #1 in deathlyhallows #8 in lucius malfoy

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Aurora Areli convinced herself that the only way to survive was to protect everybody else, and face her own fears alone. These days, a decent night's sleep was hard to come by. [harry potter x fem!oc] [ps - dh] [copyright © 2024] started: 27th march 2019 finished: tba I do not own Harry Potter. I only own Aurora Areli and her family.

Baby Darling has fallen from grace. Once an award winning pop artist, she now finds herself stalked and hounded by paparazzi, surrounded by people who don't have her best interests at heart. The only thing she can think to do is run home. And so she does, back to the small town where she grew up. Not much has changed, except for the addition of a few new faces. Tom isn't fazed by Baby or her notorious reputation. He keeps to himself, and likes it that way. An outsider who has graciously decided to stay put, Tom revels in the routine, the simple moments in life. When the two meet, it is like worlds colliding. But perhaps they have more in common than first meets the eye.

A shadow snaked up my arm, a gentle caress, a brush of the night. "My name, Alina." I lifted my head. "Please, Aleksander." The darkness fell away and the nichevo'ya went still. The Grisha stopped and faced us. I barely registered Mal's horrified gaze. "Stand." My knees shook, but I pushed myself to my feet and stared into the Darkling's quartz eyes. Lifeless. Empty. Victorious. - The Darkling's forces are too great. The nichevo'ya, the Grisha, the merzost... Alina Starkov has no choice but to surrender and become the Darkling's Queen. - DARKLING X ALINA FANFIC TAKES PLACE AFTER CH 11 RUIN AND RISING (SPOILERS) I update Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays! (COMPLETED AS OF 10/6/21)

Just a bunch of bad batch one shots cause I love them to bits. After reading so many I decided that I wanted to tackle writing some. So get ready for some cute, fluff filled, sad, angst, steamy, NSFW and just some wholesome one shots about your favorite soldiers of the grand army of the republic. NSFW stories will have these: ** by them so you know. And a warning beforehand. So if you wish to skip them you may. Started: Jan 7th, 2024 Finished: [#24 in Tech on March 20th 2024] [#1 in Rex on April 2nd 2024] [#1 in Echo on May 3rd 2024] ((I do not own Star Wars or the characters. All ideas, scenarios and dialogue is crafted by me so thats all I own))

Alina Starkova was never an orphan. Discovered by Grisha examiners in the valley of Dva Stolba when she is nine years old, she is taken from her troubled family and grows up in the Little Palace as the Darkling's protege. Alina is forever caught between the expectations of powerful men; the pressure of being a Sun Summoner, Sankta and the Black General's little pet tears her in every direction. Perhaps no surprise, then, that she grows up troubled and rebellious. With a hatred for being controlled, a fierce temper, a knack for seeing through lies, and the power of a god in the palm of her hand, Alina is hardly the pawn, saint or consort everyone seems to want her to be. She does not care; her life is her own, and she won't let anyone change that. (or in other words, I get sick of Alina not making a single meaningful decision for herself. Imagine a Sun Summoner at full strength, politically savvy, yet determined to be a rebel without a cause) * The girl who many knew as Sankta Alina was sprawled out on her bed, dead drunk. She had been dumped there unceremoniously by the oprichniki who had the delightful job of hauling her back from a gambling den in the outer city. Her hair was a birdsnest, fanning out around her head. There was blood on her knuckles and dirt on her face. Her dress was that of a commoner, and none too modest either. The Darkling frowned as he took in the low neckline and rather tight long skirts. Not that he didn't appreciate the shape of her, but he hated the idea that lesser men had been gawping at her all night, not realising who exactly stood before them. "Alina," His voice was sharp, causing her eyes to blearily blink open. The sight of him seemed to sober the girl up somewhat, but not nearly enough. She groaned immediately, hand moving to cover her eyes. "Go away," She was the only one who dared speak to him with such little respect. The Darkling's eyes narrowed.