Being Tony Stark's daughter means three things: you're brilliant, sarcastic, and constantly underestimated. But here you are: brilliant, lethal, and sarcastic as hell, with a degree in biochemical engineering and more weapons in your jacket than most soldiers carry in war. You don't work for S.H.I.E.L.D., but Fury trained you himself. And now, for some reason, he wants you working alongside Captain America. He's everything you dislike: too polite, too righteous, too star-spangled. And you? You're everything he doesn't know how to handle. But the battlefield has its own rules. And maybe-just maybe-so do hearts. Author's note: Thank you guys so much for reading! I don't own any of the characters-rights belong entirely to Marvel. This story takes place within the original MCU timeline, but I'll be making a few changes to better explore the characters and relationships. I've always loved Steve Rogers, and I thought it would be really fun to challenge him with someone just as bold, brilliant, and chaotic as a Stark can be.

You were born a Black - heir to a legacy soaked in blood, silence, and expectations. Raised by Malfoys, shaped by your father's name, you had learned to keep your voice steady, your back straight, and your heart untouched. Slytherin was your kingdom, and control was your crown. But then came the Weasley twins. Loud. Brilliant. Warm. Everything you weren't supposed to love. They weren't part of your world. Their laugh didn't belong in your carefully ordered life. And yet, behind closed doors, in secret corridors and stolen letters, they made you feel like you weren't drowning in your name. Loving them was dangerous. Being loved by them was even worse. Because Weasleys were the fire... and you had spent your whole life pretending you couldn't burn. Author's Note: Hi! This story is based on the Harry Potter universe, with some changes to timeline and characters. English isn't my first language and I don't own anything but the OC and the plot. Hope you enjoy it!

When Mildred "Millie" Hayes returns to Montana after years away, she finds herself back in the orbit of the Duttons - the family she once called her own. What was supposed to be a short visit turns into far more complicated when she's reunited with Kayce, her childhood best friend and the boy she never stopped loving. Between late nights in Bozeman, laughter that feels like home, and the rugged pull of ranch life she thought she left behind, Millie is forced to face old feelings she buried long ago. But Montana has a way of testing loyalties and unearthing truths.

Skye and Ward are sent on a mission in which they need to act like a newly wed couple. This is difficult for Ward because he is starting to fall in love with Skye.

Is Ward Hydra? Or was he just undercover like he says. Skye can't decide. But she has this feeling that he's good so she wants to help him. She goes on a mission to get proof for him, and he wants to come. Will he have her back? Or will he turn her into Hydra? And will Skye ever find out about her true past and parents? Or will it all be a mystery...

Ward hasn't forgotten about Skye. And he will do anything to win back her love.

All it took was a second for your life to change... This is a Clint Barton and Reader story taking place after Thano's snap. It will have multiple parts to it and takes place during avengers endgame, so there will be spoilers. #1 in endgame 5/24/24 Check out my other Clint Barton stories! ~ Loud and Clear

#𝟭 𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝘆𝗰𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗻 Caroline Baker and Kayce Dutton were inseparable in high school, toeing the line between friends and lovers. However, when Kayce accidentally gets Monica pregnant, he decides he has to marry her, leaving Caroline heartbroken-until she discovers she's pregnant too. Marrying Lee Dutton to protect her secret, Caroline builds a life on the ranch, raising her daughter as Lee's child. When Caroline becomes a widow and Kayce's marriage hits the rocks, they are drawn back to each other as old feelings reignite and family tensions rise. Will Caroline finally be able to tell him the truth?

Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"