𝐘/𝐧 𝐋/𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥

"I think I found a new addiction And it feels so right Run, baby, run, run for your life I'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine" In which Tyler Galpin becomes obsessed with Elora Gatsby.

Nereida, the spirited and headstrong daughter of King Thalor, ruler of the vast and mysterious ocean, has always been fascinated by the world above. Despite her father's warnings, she ventures close to the surface, watching ships sail across the waves, enchanted by the lives of mortals she can never truly touch. But no human captivates her more than Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the dragon-rider with the blood of Old Valyria, who seems as much a creature of the sea and sky as she is. When a terrible storm wrecks Jacaerys' ship, Nereida defies her kind and rescues him, carrying him to shore. She sings to him-a voice like the tide, both sorrowful and sweet-before vanishing into the sea, leaving only the memory of her touch on his cheek. Jacaerys awakens haunted by the sound of her voice, desperate to find the woman who saved him, even as war looms on the horizon. Desperate to be with him, Nereida makes a dangerous bargain: legs in place of her tail, but at the cost of her voice. Walking among men for the first time, she finds herself in the halls of Dragonstone, where Jacaerys-though drawn to her-does not recognize her as the siren who saved him. Their love grows in stolen moments, yet war approaches, and without her voice, she cannot tell him the truth. But when fate intervenes and she regains her voice, Jacaerys finally sees her for who she truly is-the woman who saved him, the one he has been searching for. Against all odds, he takes her as his wife, binding their fates together in love and war. Yet their happiness is fleeting. The realm is on the brink of chaos, and Jacaerys is called to fight for his mother's throne. As dragons take to the skies and the Dance of the Dragons begins, Nereida is thrust into a world of blood and fire, forced to fight for the love she sacrificed everything for.

The Saja boys are demons. The HUNTR/X are demon hunters. What about (Y/N), though? No one ever notices her. After all, she's just the short bodyguard of the HUNTR/X that no one ever notices. But what happens when she meets the Saja Boys, who seem to take a sudden and forbidden interest in her?

They were willing to defy everything and anything for each other. _ " All my scars are real! I am real! ... What we had was real ... Jinu, please believe me " " We don't share the same marks, Rye ... That's what makes it hard to truly love you " ㅡ With so much at stake to seal the honmoon for good, would a 4th member be the key to success? However, there's more to Rye than what meets the eye. The marks she bears are not what they seem. A Jinu x OC fanfiction based on the Netflix Show - Kpop Demon Hunters

"Is there any meaning to this thing we call living?" "Happiness. That's what convinces people to keep living. It can come from love, joy, or simply something-or someone-you care about." "Chase that, if you can. And if you can't... help someone else find it." "(Y/N), if it doesn't matter to you either way... choose kindness. Do what brings comfort. Be someone who makes the world feel just a little safer." ⸻ From the beginning, demons hunted this world. They stole human souls, feeding them back to their king-Gwi-ma. Then came the hunters. Voices full of power, courage, and hope. They weren't just warriors-they were songbearers. Their music awakened the soul, uniting people across fear and darkness. The first hunters built a shield to protect humanity. They called it the honmoon. And every generation since, three new hunters are chosen to pursue the ultimate goal: to create the Golden Honmoon, a final barrier that will seal the demons away forever. She wasn't meant to be here. Her memories lingered. She remembered who she was-her life, her home, her friends. But all of it was gone now. She had nothing left. (Y/N), reborn, grew up alongside Rumi, raised by Celine. She was never trained, never chosen. But Celine raised her anyways. How could she turn away a baby who appeared from nowhere, with no name, no past, and no one to claim her? (Y/N) didn't become a hunter. Too "soft", too "weak", too "ordinary". She didn't become an idol. She drifted, unremarkable, as if waiting for a life that was never meant to be hers. She wasn't supposed to be part of this story. But she was still here. And with nothing left of her own, all she could do was carry out the wishes of those she'd loved. If she couldn't be happy, then she would make sure others could be. Her happiness didn't matter. She was already lost. But maybe... just maybe... she could still help someone else feel found. And maybe, that would be enough.

You don't know how you got here. One minute, you were sat in your room, blissfully watching kpop demon hunters, the next minute you spawn into that very movie. And worst of all? You're a soloist. And that's not it!! Because you've got more than just a few surprises waiting for you. The choice is now up to you. Will you let the story play out as it did in the movie, or will you change the ending? (Cross posted on Quotev)

She was a Targaryen, heritage hidden from the people of Westeros and safely kept at the side of the Lannisters. She wasn't supposed to have attachments, or fall in love, much less with the very same man who murdered her father.

"I love you," he finally said. "In what way?" She asked. "You know what way." House Targaryen ruled the skies, their dragons soaring above the lands of Westeros, embodying the power and legacy of Old Valyria. As the blood of the dragon, the Targaryens were bound by fire and by blood, their history marked by triumph and tragedy. Their Valyrian bloodline remained pure through generations of marrying within their own house, ensuring the strength of their line and the potency of their dragons. From the Iron Throne, they governed the Seven Kingdoms with wisdom, their rule defined by a deep and unyielding connection to the fire that burned within them. House Velaryon, rulers of the seas, were ever loyal to House Targaryen, their fates as inseparable as the tides. Their wealth, power, and prestige were born from their naval dominance, securing their place as allies and kin to the dragonlords of House Targaryen. The Velaryons were steadfast in their loyalty, their bond with House Targaryen as much about shared heritage as it was about respect for the sea and the power it held. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, was more than just the heir to the Iron Throne, he was a warrior, a leader, and a prince truly deserving of the crown. With the blood of Old Valyria running through his veins, he carried Fire and Salt. A skilled swordsman, he trained relentlessly, his strikes as precise as they were powerful. But beyond his prowess in battle, Jacaerys was a just and compassionate leader, one who listened to his people and understood the weight of his duty. He was not just a ruler who would sit idly on a throne, he was a prince who would fight for his family and realm, who would bleed and die in honor. Many whispered that he would be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Jacaerys Velaryon x Daenera Velaryon (female oc)

AZALEA OF VENGERBERG was not normal. Scarlett and slit eyes, dark hair, rosy-pale skin and a mean attitude. She had a kindness deep within her soul, something she shared with those she deemed worthy. Her life as a Witcher was something unexpected, unruly and demanding. Yet it was exhilerating for her as she felt the wind brush over her skin when she swung her silver sword. A being, a Witcher, is what could describe Azalea the best. Often nicknamed "The Red Wolf" for two reasons. One; her vibrant ruby eyes and two; her wolf medallion. Azalea had spent the better part of her long life travelling alongside a man with white hair, golden cat's eyes and a communication barrier of sarcasm and grunts. OH! And don't forget his lovely mare, Roach. What happens when Azalea's fate is put to the test and her feelings come crashing onto her like a ton of bricks, causing her to stumble through life with a new look on things and a new purpose. Protect the White Wolf. ~ Disclaimer, i own nothing but Azalea, i encourage all to comment and vote xx