Y/N has known Lara since they were children in school, the pair of them bonding over shared dreams of adventure. Now Y/N and Lara must survive an expedition that will push their minds, their bodies, and their bond to their limits as they fight against an island that seemingly wants them dead, encountering psychotic cults, supernatural warriors and the unforgiving force of mother nature. The Question is will this tale of Two Survivors have a happy ending?

After the Battle at the Bridge in Russia, Bravo Team begins their recovery back home, but the past clings tightly to Jessica's mind. When the Ultranationalists rebuild and begin to pose a threat, Task Force 141 is organized. However, something about the American General, Carlton Shepard, seems almost as menacing as the new Ultranationalist leader, Vladimir Makarov.

((OLD VERSION. If you'd like to read the new version, look up "Bravo Six" on my profile.)) No one thinks anything of a civil war in Russia, but when a coup in the Middle East causes the death of a president, and Russia joins the chaos, the SAS is contacted to take care of the problem. They call upon Jessica to transfer from SHIELD to aid the war effort, and while she is eager to respond, she doesn't realize that she is about to be over her head as the stage becomes set for World War III. Book one of four: Bravo Six, Hotel Six, Black Viking: Disavowed, Redeemed Warning to some readers for violence and brief language. Roughly a PG-13 rating

Literally came up with this Rick and Morty Fanfic off the top of my head. let's PRAY it's gonna work out, or if your Rick, then, you know, HOPE it's gonna be decent! it's a readers POV Fanfiction, so you'll be reading first person with your name and other details. Okay, let's fucking go bitches!!

She was everything I wanted,her e/c eyes,her h/l h/c hair,her s/c skin. Everything about her I loved. She looked even more beautiful with snow falling on her long eyelashes and hair,making it look like she has crystals in her hair. I always watched her. She was always on my eye. She singed, runned,sprint,even bath. I just saw her lovely silhouette and nothing else. Though maybe..I would like to see something..else. She was y/a and me 117 years old. Werewolves can like a surprising amount of years, and for me I was still in my teen years. I watched her intently. She was huffing,her breathing visible in the cold wind. Shivering she trudged on. Her blood red hood flapping harshly in the unforgiving icie wind. It was the only color in thr snow covered forest. I licked my lips and clawed at the tree I was up in,my pure white fur whipping. She wasbut i going to freeze to death but l couldent help her,it was agienst the rules of the pack. If I did save her I would be harshly punished. Then le

Zootopia...a gleaming city where animals of all kinds live together in peace and harmony. But when a child of humanity suddenly appears on their streets, will it be for better or for worst as an ancient and sinister evil stirs within the dark underbelly of the city. ''Only through death can forgiveness and paradise be achieved."

Okay reader, you joined the Freelancers. A very advanced ship for only trained, you not being one of the trained Many of the men here are attractive and someone are more soft than you'd think. ×Requests are open×