❝stop being a flirt!❞ -killua zoldyck ‒she made him blush, like no other

❝DAMIAN WAYNE, OH KID OF MONEY; I LIKE YOUR MOVES, BUT YOUR ATTITUDE'S CRUMMY❞ She felt it, at first, as an arrogant tingle at the base of her scalp, moving there like gold and silt kicked up by moving current. It wasn't a human feeling; Cristen had felt it long enough to know that none of her feelings were entirely human. And yet because it was him, she felt like she could drown, could hurt, could bleed--could be human, simply because Damian made her so. And he had no idea. "I know you're there," she smiled, devilish. A cape shifted, a symbol caught the light. Robin looked at her. His voice was hard. "Catgirl." "You should know better than to try and sneak up on me," her green goggles flashed, and the reflection of her extended claws shone in them, crescent moons. "Cats like me eat birds like you, boy." Damian Wayne x OC I DO NOT OWN ANY OF DETECTIVE COMIC'S CHARACTERS, STORYLINES, PLACES, ETC. ALL OCs ARE MINE. ©: Ivy, 2018 *Marked Mature for violence, mentions of triggers, etc, not sexual themes.

"I want you, I don't know if I need you, but Ooh, I'd die to find out." (Female Insert) (1K achieved 5.10.17) (100K achieved 10.31.19)

❝no we're not fictional characters help us get the hell out of this game❞

As an exchange art student in Paris, you expected things to be different from what you were used to. What you didn't expect was a flirty cat boy to be your source of inspiration, as well as of constant embarrassment.

[On Hold until further notice] In a world where the strong preyed upon the weak, she lived a life without a Quirk and endured immense pain. Her peers taunted and called her "Trash," but she refused to succumb to their cruelty. Instead, she pursued her interests in academics, arts, music, athletics, and more, hoping to find solace in her passions. However, when she was only seven years old, she discovered the harsh reality of the world. Those at the top could get anything they desired, but if one showed any weakness, they would become soon be surrounded by enemies. Despite her excellence in various fields, she remained insignificant in the eyes of others. Her parents divorced, and her siblings abused her daily. Her supposed friends bullied her and even stole her money. All of these hardships transformed her into a survivor who had lost all hope and felt like a lifeless doll at the age of eighteen. Desperately seeking to escape her corrupted surroundings, she wished for death, and her wish was granted. As she embraced the darkness, she felt her soul leaving her body. However, when she opened her eyes, she was surprised to find herself surrounded by a vast, blue sky instead of the afterlife she had envisioned. A feeling of fury overtook her. But as she looked down, she noticed that her body was no longer the same. She now possessed extraordinary powers that she had never even dreamed of. With her newfound abilities, she knew that she had been reborn into a world of fantasy and magic. A world where she would no longer be considered "Trash," but rather a powerful force to be reckoned with. [Warning: This Fanfic is written when I'm still a wee lassie (teenage emo me). So, be warned.] •••• • previously as New Hero •I don't own Boku no Hero Academia •some frugal words/swearing words •I take the picture from Pinterest

Sachiko is the adopted daughter of Jiraiya. But deep down she has a secret that she doesn't even know about. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters, it belongs to its rightful owner. I only own my Oc's.

currently undergoing rewriting & editing BOOK 1 OF THE JESSI STARK SERIES. He has become wrapped around her finger, she's the center of his whole world. And his heart fully belongs to that sweet little beautiful, wonderful, perfect and unforgettable girl. IRON MANS DAUGHTER. •IM1 - IM2 - A1•

// NEW HOME. Link x Reader Fanfiction. // \\ Currently undergoing revisions. \\ Home is very rarely a house, or a house alone; it is those who inhabit it, those who occupy your time and space in your heart... Those you love, and those who love you. Home, for you, has not felt like home for a long time. In a house left to you by family, in which the family is very rarely present, in a village you'd never left... It was as stifling as it was monotonous, and that was to say it's incredible, mind-numbingly, terribly monotonous. Nothing happens in Hateno, the village of the normal, and it was a peaceful sort of calm, one in which you were a lone dreamer of something more, something exciting, something adventurous. It's obvious to everyone in Hateno that you're growing restless, but to take only what you could carry on your back and an adventurous spirit and leave the only life you'd ever known... No one thought you could, nor that you would. But that's exactly what you did. However, that's not to say you didn't have help. Actually, those old stories about the heroes of legend, and specifically the one you felt was unfinished, of the calamity a century ago... perhaps you could go help write them an ending. And really, who better to journey with than the hero of legend himself? // DETAILS: // First Person. Mild language, spoilers for the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Several liberties taken with Hyrule's landscape - don't expect a 1:1, exact representation of the map. Story is currently being revised, which is why it looks strange. If you read it before, I encourage you to take another look, and please, above all else, enjoy.

Holy shit, I haven't been on wattpad in like... 3 years. XDD I was recently watching Boondocks, and I found it kinda sad that there weren't many fanfictions of it. So I'm gonna start making some~. Hopefully, my writing has improved since I last came here, and I hope I can satisfy your.. *Eyebrow wiggle.* Desires~ Enjoy! <3