"You said, no you sang, you sang that everything was gonna be alright. You said that we'll be alright, Harry. But did you mean that?" Where Belle Olivia Granger encounters five young boys who happen to be in the biggest boyband on the planet, and she can't help but fall for the one with the striking green eyes. *this story contains mature and explicit content* Completed January 1, 2021. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 IN FAN #2 IN ONE DIRECTION #6 IN LIAM PAYNE #11 IN HARRY STYLES

You've been living unhappily with your foster parents and hiding your magical abilities for years, until one day Thor accidentally throws a bus at your head and you get recruited as an Avengers trainee. Your world is turned upside down and soon after a certain trickster god arrives at the Avengers Tower to escalate the matter further. This fanfiction follows your progress through living life at the Avengers Tower with the team, and slowly but surely getting to know and like the god of mischief. Part two covers the events of Ragnarok, Infinity War and Endgame. Loki x reader-insert slow burn. Don't look at the chapter titles if you don't want some things spoiled! Previous #1 in fanfiction, loki and lokixreader Part one completed 29/09/2020 Part two completed 07/03/2021

[EXPLICIT] Thor is missing. Loki has returned. S.H.I.E.L.D. is scrambling to understand the meaning of his prescience on Earth. Elaina Bright is an Empath entrusted to understand just what makes the Prince of Deception tick. A strange connection forms between them. Truth be told, they both have secrets they rather keep hidden, but will their attraction force their dark pasts to the surface? What does this mean for the future and safety of Earth? Something wicked this way comes. This story will involve topics such as abuse, violence, depression, self harm, attempted suicide, and more, as well as contain sexual content. If you're sensitive to these topics, please do what's best for you and your mental health. With that, enjoy!

Three things happened simultaneously: the beer bottle dropped from his hand and shattered on the floor, my father let out a deep, throaty chuckle, and his hand had struck me across the face. I put my hand on the spot he had just hit and felt the heat and sting of the impact. I looked down at the broken beer bottle, still holding my hand on my cheek, and I felt a heavy boot kick into my waist. I fought back tears and stayed silent. After a few moments, I heard the footsteps retreating and the sound of a door slamming shut. When I was sure he was gone, I looked away from the broken bottle, and tears welled up in my eyes. I never showed my weaknesses to my father, happiness was the last thing I wanted to give him. After a few minutes, I pulled myself off the floor and slowly approached my dresser, cautiously opening the top drawer and moving some socks out of the way. I pulled out a long blade, and with trembling hands, slid it across my wrist, adding to the collection of scars. I began to quietly sing a familiar tune that seemed to comfort me in times like this: “Heart beats harder, time escapes me, trembling hands touch skin, it makes it harder, and the tears stream down my face. If we could only have this life for one more day, if we could only turn back time…” My voice trailed off and I drifted to sleep.

Millions, no trillions, of questions raced through my wandering mind. Why is this happening to me? Why now? How will the boys react? Will I make it? ... Am I going to get my wish of being with my mother again?... Many people always said "be careful what you wish for", and now I see why. I spent the last ten years of my life wishing I was dead, wishing my life would be over, but three words, "You have cancer", changed everything: I don't want to die: I want to live. The ironic thing is that it took a death sentence to make me see the value of life. And now that I actually want to live, I'm probably going to die, but I guess that's just life, right?