"I was a perfect storm. A perfect storm; so beautiful behind a glass window but reckless to all that cross paths with on the outside. A perfect storm; powerful enough to drown you, soft enough to cleanse you. A perfect storm; utterly unconcerned about the consequences of my actions, yet alluring to the parched eye. But there was beauty to my chaos. Tom sees it, and maybe just maybe that's why he's here." Taylor Swift had been chasing love her entire life. She was a mess of a dreamer a hopeless romantic, however he love a fairytale endings and stories of true love had become so far gone and distorted in her mind after her crazy success as a recording artist. Every day she met prying eyes and hateful comments from the world around her and soon enough it consumed her. She's knows she's reckless, but will she find someone that loves that part of her?

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

Marvel Fanfic Awards Winner: -Best Plot -Best Loki -Best Male Villain -Toughest Character (Anna) BOOK ONE. The world has changed. After aliens invaded New York City and superhumans continue to emerge from the woodwork, society has been forced to accept that which it does not know or understand. Anna, a young freelance journalist, witnesses these changes first hand as she travels the world, always observing yet never participating in events which continually shape the future. Now, after watching an Avenger murder a seemingly innocent man before her very eyes, she's thrust into action. Narrowly escaping death with Loki, the God of Mischief, Anna finds herself at a crossroads. How do you fight that which you do not understand? DISCLAIMER: May experience extreme fangirling and hyperventilating. Screaming, crying, laughing, broken e-Readers, intense feels, and asthma attacks have all occurred. (Seriously.) ++++++++++++++++++++ A Wattpad Featured Story. #37 in Fanfiction (6.18.2016) RATED PG-13: Violence and some strong language. © 2016. All rights reserved. All content (except original characters and storylines) is the property of Marvel. Cover art courtesy of Jungshan on DeviantArt. Art used with permission.