Things happen when you drop all SHIELD files. ➳ Your peers tease you about Budapest. ➳ You get hunted down. ➳ A certain billionaire throws the party of the year. ➳ The Avengers get hit on a soft spot when something devastating happens to another one of their beloved teammates. This time, it's not because of a bullet. // A not so classic Clintasha/Avengers story by avengersinhd

"Oh lord, oh lord, what have I done? I've fallen in love with a man on the run." . . . "oh lord, oh lord, what do I do? I've fallen for someone who's nothing like you, he's raised on the edge of the devil's backbone." . . . Scarlett Murdock doesn't know anything about her new neighbor, but she will eventually and she'll be put to the test. Because the man she will fall in love with, was raised on the edge of the devil's backbone, and that, comes with many risks. -This story will have SPOILERs for season 2 of Daredevil And Jessica Jones, so be aware! -This story is inspired by the song Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars

Sequel to "Devil's Backbone" *COMPLETED* A year after Frank left and months after the loss of her brother, Scarlett Murdock goes through life head first, taking every hit that's thrown at her. Despite everything, life is good but there will be roadblocks and demons that come back to haunt her, how will she make it to the end? //So this story is taking place after the defenders and leading into the punisher season one so there are MAJOR spoilers for both. I'm not sure if this is the exact timeline but its what feels right so it's happening.\\

Clint and Natasha have always had an obvious relationship but never wanted to explore what could happen if Natasha could let her walls down and let Clint in. Clint has always loved Nat and read what he will do about his feelings for her, will some one get in the way? Will Natasha not let him in? Will it be to late? (post AOU)

This just your usual Destiel fanfiction. First time they hook up to married life. It starts at about season 6 to 7

A crossover between the Percy Jackson universe and Teen Wolf. This was inspired by a much better written fanfic called Howl At The Moon, but unfortunately that story seems to have been put on a permanent hiatus, so I thought I'd create my own. All characters belong to their respective creators.

A PJO/HOO fanfiction. Takes place after the events of BOO. Basically, Percy has always been the leader at camp, but when it comes to school, he doesn't quite fit in. And after Tartarus, he has changed. Critiques and suggestions welcome. Rated mature because I have no idea where this will go. Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except for my OC's. Those are mine. No touchy. Cover cred to @viria on Tumblr. Seriously go check her out if you haven't, she is amazingly talented and I love her.

It's been years since Stiles left Beacon Hills. He's got a job and a life away from the supernatural, but his pasts continues to haunt him. He's kept awake by nightmares and memories of those he lost. He puts on a good front when he visits home so no one knows the mess of a man he's become. He's coping, until one particularly bad night when he runs into the last person he ever wanted to see, Derek Hale.

Derek was very much straight. And Stiles was very much annoyed by Derek. How did these two end up together again? Jeff Davis owns all characters :-)

"Percy!" A panicked voice calls, sounding like it's not the first time they said his name. "Are you okay?" Percy stills, not sure what to say. His mouth opens and then closes again and his gaze flies to a scar running down his arm. "Time heals all wounds." He shrugs, a casual gesture, though the creases around his eyes and the tightness to his lips is anything but casual. Natasha - for that's who's been calling his name - studies him for a moment, noting the way he avoided the question. "No, Percy. Time fiddles with your memories and dulls the pain of the wound, but it remains there all the same." Percy's hand drops down to his side, his expression carefully blank. "And what of emotional pain? Does it remain?" "It festers." Natasha lets out a slow breath, trying to keep her face in a neutral position, though her eyes betray her concern and the fact that she speaks from experience. "And the more you try to contain it, to hide it, the more it grows. Then one day it just... implodes. Like a storm. And... all the water just... drags you under. Until someone pulls you out." Percy laughs drily. "See that's the problem, Natasha. Everyone that's tried to pull me out is dead. And gods know I'm not strong enough to pull myself out." Or Percy Jackson meets the avengers. Can they help him? Or will he drown?