This is the first fanfic I've written. So far it's more like word vomit/sentence salad as I draft it out. If you find enjoyment in it, let me know. It makes me nervous to write stuff like this. Also forgive me if I go off the canon to the MCU or have details not true or ambiguous about Asgard. Marvel's Loki x Inserted Character. Inserted Character is a young Asgardian woman who is of commoner status. She lives her life as a simple citizen of Asgard, going to school to learn the basics such as mild combat, history, mild sorcery, and a few other arts. One day, she makes a decision that manages to get her caught up with the royal family in ways she couldn't have possibly imagined. Not that she's entirely opposed to it of course.

Recovering from the Nazi Germany attack Integra has finally got herself an heir name Clarice, Alucard and Seras are married and Walter's nephew is the new family butler. Come see how the Hellsing HQ deal with the loss of their boss, a Russian president and an unknown enemy.

This is a draft to a story I am writing called "The shadows That Surround Us." It is inspired by ACOTAR series and stories of hades and Persephone. Synopsis: Callie is a poor huntress trying to provide for her family after the death of her father Hal. Her mother Maria has seemingly given up on life as a whole. Callie needs to make money and provide food for herself, Ava, and her neglectful mother. The only issue? It is a heavy winter, and conditions are dangerous. There are also dangers that lurk within the woods where animals tend to populate. No place for a young scrawny human like Cal, but what other choice does she have? She would do anything for her sister even if it means risking her own life. Talk around the village is about sightings of fae who are disguised as animals, but what are they waiting for? WHO are they waiting for? Cal doesn't believe in nonsense or folklore... until. During a winter blizzard when she hunts for everything and anything to fill their supplies for the upcoming week she comes across a crow. It isn't much, but surely it's better than nothing, but something seems off about this crow. When Cal makes the kill her whole view will be challenged... Contains: Smut / Shadow Daddy/ Romance/ Fantasy/ Fae TW: Contains: Death, Gore, Graphicness, Self-Harm, Suicide

SYNOPSIS: The world of Exandria is suffering from Surges. Portal of Calamities that are opening all over the world with creatures falling through to their world, and are getting worse as time goes on. Vox Machina has taken it upon themselves to find the cause of these surges and have to try to stop them. But can they do it alone? A girl awakens in a world that isn't her own; she has no idea how she got there-or why she possesses powers beyond anything she's ever known. After finding a home and a family in a small village, she finally believes she can live a peaceful life. However, Vox Machina has other plans Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with criticle role or their campaigns or the prime video show. This is a fanfic of The Legend of Vox Machina. The story will be different, so if you have a problem with that maybe this story isn't for you. There's nothing wrong with the original story; I'm a fan personally but this time I'm just adding my own zing to it. There will be a new main character added to the group and she will be a new love interest for Vax. (Since I lowkey shipped Keyleth with Kash) but I digress. I also don't play dnd so I'm going off of the show from what I know so bare with me. **YOU CAN ONLY FIND MY STORY ON WATTPAD NO WHERE ELSE HAVE I POSTED THIS**

Book one of Royal & Celestial Blends Series The year is 1536. The Tudor court is on the brink of blood. Queen Anne Boleyn stands accused of high treason, adultery, and failing to provide King Henry VIII with a living heir. The executioner's sword is ready. But before the final judgment can be passed, a blinding flash of light paralyzes the Great Hall of Whitehall Palace. A massive, supernatural mirror materializes, forcing the King, the Queen, and the entire court into their seats.The entity behind the mirror demands a reckoning. It commands them to watch the life of England's truest heir-the daughter stolen from Anne's cradle years ago.Enter Deanna Winchester.She doesn't wear silks or pearls. She wears a beat-up leather jacket, drives a roaring black iron beast called an Impala, drinks heavy liquor, and sleeps with a machete under her pillow. Alongside her brother Sam, she is a legendary hunter, defending humanity from actual demons, ghosts, and gods. As Henry VIII watches this crude, foul-mouthed highwaywoman kick the teeth out of monsters, he is forced to confront a terrifying reality: his long-lost daughter is the ultimate warrior. But to the deeply superstitious Tudor court, her use of devil's traps, salt lines, and fake FBI badges looks an awful lot like witchcraft. Will watching Deanna's brutal, tragic, and heroic life alter the fate of Anne Boleyn? Or will the sins of the Winchester universe plunge the Tudor dynasty into absolute madness?

Maya Hayes has perfected the art of pretending. Pretending she's fine. Pretending she's not in love with her best friend. Pretending the walls around her heart aren't slowly killing her. Aiden Sterling has spent fifteen years waiting. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for courage. Waiting for Maya to finally see him as something more than just her best friend. When a charming entrepreneur sweeps Maya off her feet and Aiden's powerful mother demands he focus on the family empire, the fragile balance they've maintained for years begins to shatter. But confessing the truth means risking everything-including the one person neither of them can live without. As family secrets unravel, careers hang in the balance, and a persistent suitor refuses to back down, Maya and Aiden must decide: stay safe in the friend zone forever, or take the terrifying leap into something deeper. Some love stories take time. Some take courage. And some take fifteen years of being just friends before someone finally breaks. Because the greatest risk isn't heartbreak. It's never knowing what could have been.