#246 in Fan Fiction August 5th. Featured on the Official Fanfiction Wattpad account 1st Place in the Marvel Excelsior Nation Awards 2019 [Cover by AFleetingDream_91] [THIS IS BOOK ONE] Book One is "Leave Me Bleeding" Book Two is "Leave Me Broken" Spin Off One is "Reminisce: Dear O" Spin Off Two is "Ophelia" Book Three is "Leave Me Behind" Ophelia's mother gave her away to HYDRA because she couldn't care for her. She was used as a lab rat for HYDRA, turned into a weapon. Tortured, experimented on, locked up, caged. Ophelia was always obedient to HYDRA, always dutiful and efficient in the beginning. When HYDRA captures Steve Rogers' best friend, James Buchanan Barnes, she witnesses his transformation from American soldier to HYDRA weapon. When they no longer need Ophelia and her path finding abilities, they turn the Winter Soldier against her. *All characters aside from Ophelia and a few others belong to Marvel* [Edit completed May 12th 2019] [Second Edit completed March 1st 2021]

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩 -- 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡! ❞ ❝ 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨. ❞ ... [din djarin x fem!oc] 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷; 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓮

BOOK ONE In the throes of the second wizarding war, Delilah Meddows is killed by no other than Lord Voldemort. However, instead of dying like she was supposed to, Delilah finds herself at Hogwarts in 1943. She tries to tread carefully, but Tom Riddle is not someone so easily ignored. BEING REWRITTEN (can find new version titled HON REWRITTEN on my account) !!!PLEASE DONT MAKE RR COMMENTS!!!

She was just following orders. [Disclaimer] I do not own Star Wars, or any of its characters. This is merely fanfiction. Star Wars and Kylo Ren are (c) Disney and Lucasfilm. Takes place after the events of TFA.

||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people turn into monsters and those reasons are always other people. I liked solitary because nobody could turn me into more of one than I already was." Bellamy let go of her hand, "You are not a monster, Scythe." A ghost of a smile graced her features, but it was heavy, sad, and gone in an instant, "You're wrong. Ask anyone at this camp." "They don't know you." "And you do?" DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE 100

A girl who is dangerously lionhearted knows there's something twisted about the boy everyone else loves A boy who can't help but make all the wrong choices finds there's many unordinary things to the girl no one thinks of as anything unordinary

"Are you implying that I am responsible for Voldemort's actions?" Dumbledore's voice had finally turned cold. "No, I'm saying you're responsible for neglecting a young boy! You treated him with nothing but suspicion and coldness, and when he grew up suspicious and cold you took that as confirmation that you were always right about him." "I assume you have a reason for laying these heavy charges at my feet," said Dumbledore quietly. She sighed. "I just think... maybe you should take your own advice and try to solve this problem with love, not destruction. You don't have to destroy a Horcrux. You can heal it." "You speak of remorse," Dumbledore didn't sound impressed. "If I may, I see very little chance of convincing Voldemort to feel empathy for the things he has done -" "Not Voldemort," she interrupted. "Tom." "You are suggesting that we use Voldemort's first Horcrux to reanimate sixteen-year-old Tom Riddle." Dumbledore's tone left much to be desired. ✨Reposting from Ao3 and ff.net!!✨

She was the secret he would never tell. Since childhood, he had a plan for world domination, yet, she stumbled across his path as the unexpected variable that he had never previously considered. She awakened the part of him that he never even realized existed, yet, he never showed her mercy. She was the constant fire, burning to melt the glaciers he built. She was the sinking ship, destroying her own grandeur so she could kiss the sand at the bottom of his stormy seas. She was an angel, content to be condemned to hell as long as he was right beside her.