After the events in New York and Germany concerning Loki, the prince of a foreign realm and an extra-terrestrial terrorist, things are a little uncertain all over the world. But it's worse for (Y/N) when that very same Asgardian prince crashes down in her front paddock, especially since she has absolutely no idea how to handle Loki's sarcastic personality and snobby ways. Note: please don't read this one if you're under 16, 15 absolute minimum. It's not appropriate and it makes me very uncomfortable to see actual children in my comment section. Please respect that and come back when you've grown up a little, I'm not going anywhere and neither is this fic. *most characters and some events belong to Stan Lee (may his soul forever be at peace) and Marvel Studios* RECENTLY UNDERGONE MAJOR RE-EDITING (it's practically a different story, and it's infinitely better than before)

(Y/N) works for SHIELD. Or she did until she discovered she was a suspected spie, and she knows how SHIELD treats spies. Alone and unwell in her secret home in North Dakota, (Y/N) finds herself repeatedly visited by Loki, the crazy God who just recently attempted to destroy New York. Strangely, (Y/N) begins remembering details about herself and her life that would have better remained locked away, and is drawn towards the Prince of Asgard in the process. Note: please don't read this one if you're under 16, 15 absolute minimum. It's not appropriate and it makes me very uncomfortable to see actual children in my comment section. Please respect that and come back when you've grown up a little, I'm not going anywhere and neither is this fic. *Most characters, events, and places belong to Stan Lee (may his soul rest peacefully) and Marvel Studios*

Working as a cabin girl on the RLS Legacy with her friend and mentor John Silver, (Y/N) wants nothing more than to reach Treasure Planet. That is, until she meets Jim Hawkins. I promise it's a lot better than it sounds, but you're going to have to trust me because I couldn't write a decent description to save my life. Note: please don't read this one if you're under 15, 14 absolute minimum. It's not appropriate and it makes me very uncomfortable to see actual children in my comment section. Please respect that and come back when you've grown up a little, I'm not going anywhere and neither is this fic. Update: a heavily edited and basically re-written version of this is on AO3 and tumblr now, both @hollybell51 with the same title if you would like to read that (I highly recommend it as opposed to this one). It's in a different tense (past) and narrative voice (second person instead of first) but it is genuinely so much better in plot, characters, prose, LITERALLY EVERYTHING *Disclaimer: most characters, places and events belong to Walt Disney*

It's been five years since Melody died. To say the world moved on would be a lie. The pain didn't pass-it was buried, locked behind cold eyes and iron resolve. Damian became colder. Stronger. A blade honed by grief and rage. The boy who once tried to love became the man who dared anyone to speak her name. He doesn't talk about her. He doesn't think about her. He refuses to. Melody is just a ghost now-a flicker in the dark corners of his mind he pretends doesn't exist. A fragment of a dream too painful to recall. Anyone who tries to resurrect her memory quickly learns: Damian Wayne is no longer merciful. He's walking the edge of the mantle now, moments away from claiming the name of the Bat. But Bruce holds the title tight-his son isn't ready. Not until he can control the storm inside him. Damian hates him for it. Not out loud. But in the stillness of night, he hates the judgment in his father's eyes. Then, the call comes. One he thought he'd never hear again. Talia. His mother. She doesn't say much. Just a message. A surprise. And an ultimatum. "Join us... or we kill her. Completely." Melody's not gone. Not entirely. Not yet. And for the first time in five years... Damian feels something again.

"Haven't I crossed way too many lines with you?" "Who said I drew any?" The most abysmal 17 year old of them all. 1 half of the daughter's of the dragon. Criminals praise her. They want to be her. They worship the ground she walks on and listens to her every command. She comes out at night. Few people know of her. The ones who do fear her. She doesn't play. Get in. Get out, is her rule. She's an assassin. She's kills for a living. Kills to live. She believes she didn't have a choice in the matter. Adopted by abusive parents she ran away from a place that she could never call home. Oh but don't feel bad for her. She got her cold hearted revenge. She loved the power and control she had over people. She loved when people feared and cowered away from her. But that was all until she meet Damian Wayne. He saved her from herself. "Why!? Tell me why?! "Justice not vengeance." But sshhh that's all a secret. If you enjoyed "His Perfect Melody's" this is a complete 360.

NUMBER 1 In DaminWayneXReader 10-26-19 "You don't own me." She sang. She had the voice of an angel if I ever was to hear one sing. I couldn't take my eyes off her figure. It was like she put me in a trance. From her dark brown curly hair, to her black pump heels. She sang with such elegance and grace. Her body moved with every beat and controlled my eyes. It was like she was singing to me. Only me. I had just one question when it was all over. Who is she? Damian's life is about to change, in a big way. This is a Damian Wayne fan fiction.

Ummm What do you call a crazy, obsessive, overly controlling anime character. YANDERE. A whole bunch of scenarios. Requests are open. Just message me or comment and I will try my best to get to you.

For a moment, life seemed decent: nationals with your team on the horizon, an acceptance letter to your ideal college clutched in your hand, and the promise that soon, you and Jackie Taylor wouldn't have to hide anymore. Then the wilderness shattered it all. The plane tumbling from the sky wasn't just a crash - it was the universe rewriting your story. And Jackie. God, Jackie. Her body frozen beneath the snow after words you can never take back, after a fight that ended with her walking away. Her death lives inside you now, a cold weight that never thaws. Each breath feels stolen from her lungs. But there's Shauna, understanding your grief in ways no one else could. She becomes your gravity when you might otherwise float away into darkness. Her hand in yours, a silent pact between survivors. Two broken pieces holding each other together in this splintered world where nothing makes sense anymore. (please review warnings before reading)

Cause I love to love, to love, to love you I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you ... You and Tara Carpenter never got along much. One of the things she looked forward to when leaving Woodsboro was never having to see you again. But one day she unexpectedly bumps into you on her first day at Blackmore University (Enemies to Lovers au)

[FEM/GN!R] This will contain Clarisse La Rue one-shots, imagines, and drabbles that I brought over from my tumblr