In her previous life, Shen Yuwei was known as Li Hua, a noble daughter who lost everything and later became a trusted attendant to a royal princess. One day, her mistress lent her a strange novel. It was the story of a talented actress from the future and a handsome actor destined to become her lover. As for the villainess? She was spoiled, arrogant, materialistic, and hopelessly obsessed with the male lead despite already being married. Li Hua could never understand her. After all, the villainess's husband was handsome, successful, loyal, and had never taken another woman. Why would she throw everything away for a man who did not love her? Unfortunately... When Li Hua opened her eyes again, she discovered she had become that very same villainess. Shen Yuwei. The woman destined to lose everything. The woman who would eventually be divorced and abandoned by everyone. Faced with her tragic future, Shen Yuwei only had one wish. To live peacefully. To avoid provoking the heroine. To stay away from the male lead. And to properly cherish the husband the original owner never appreciated. But the more she tries to stay out of trouble, the more people begin to notice her. The family that once tolerated her begins to adore her. The entertainment industry becomes curious about her transformation. Even the husband who barely acknowledged her existence starts paying attention. What Shen Yuwei doesn't know is that some stories were never as simple as they appeared. And perhaps... The true villain was never the villainess. --- "I already have a husband." "So why would I chase another man's love?"

"The whole world overlooked me... until the villain looked only at me."People fell in love with the hero. I always cried for the villain. Not because he was kind. Not because he was good. But because no matter how cruel he was to the world... He loved only one person with his whole heart. Everyone called him a monster. A psychopath. A black flag. But all I could see was someone who desperately wanted to be loved. Maybe that's why I envied the heroine. Because she threw away the kind of love I had spent my entire life praying for. As for me... I was never anyone's favorite. Never anyone's first choice. The forgotten middle child . The friend people only tolerated because of someone else. The son who could never make his parents proud. The brother who was always compared to his siblings. No matter how hard I smiled... No one ever noticed the tears hidden behind it. So I escaped into novels. Then one impossible wish changed everything. "If only someone would choose me... just once." When I opened my eyes again... I had become the villain's forgotten fiancé. The one history erased before the heroine ever appeared. This time... I won't run from the villain. If the world wants the hero.. . Then I'll choose the villain. After all... Only the villain ever chose me.

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

In a world where the faith of the Old Ones, ancient and faceless gods residing in the green wood, once thrived among the First Men and the Children of the Forest, a shift occurred with the Andal Invasion. The Faith of the Seven gained prominence, leading to the destruction of weirwoods in the southern realms, except for the Isle of Faces guarded by green men. However, in the North, the faith in the Old Ones persisted, with every castle maintaining a Godswood and a heart tree adorned with mysterious faces. Unlike other mortal gods, the identity of the Old Ones remained elusive, represented only by weirwood trees, sometimes resembling a horned deity. The rulers of the First Men, instead of adorning themselves with precious helms, chose antler helms, considering them divine symbols connecting to their bloodline origins. Enter Jay, who, after a reincarnation, unexpectedly becomes the God of Life, Xerneas, inadvertently revitalizing the faith in the Old Ones. This sets the stage for a story exploring the clash of ancient beliefs, the resurgence of a forgotten faith, and the mystical journey of a Pokémon deity reborn in a world torn between dead and living.

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered, swallowing hard. He reached out tentatively, his gloved fingers brushing against the infant's cheek. It was ice-cold. The baby's chest rose and fell faintly, each breath a Herculean effort. Beneath the child, the tarp was damp-not with water, but something metallic-smelling and sticky. Blood? Ramirez's stomach twisted. "Dispatch," he whispered hoarsely into his radio, forcing his voice steady. "Officer Ramirez, 9th and Mercer. I need an ambulance. I found an infant. Abandoned. Possible injury." . . "They found a baby in Gotham," Bruce finally said. "Abandoned in an alley. They ran a DNA test... and it matched you." Dick froze, the world around him suddenly quiet, as if the city itself held its breath. "What?" he said sharply, disbelief washing over him. "That's impossible."

Jesse Morris was a shy 25 year old who worked down the street from Janvier Inc. Hal Janvier was a powerful man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. Once he sets his eyes on Jesse, the attraction is instant. He knew that the shy man would be his perfect Baby Boy. His Prince. His Little. (BDSM) (DDLB) (Daddy Dom Little Boy) Cover image by -auxilium

Harry potter is only four and has been abused by the Dursley's his entire life. One morning after being horribly beaten he teleports to a new world. There he will find a new family one that loves and cherishes him. He will learn that he has magic and how to wield it. And through time he might find love as well. But what horrors must he face on the way?

『❝Iwaizumi Hajime x Seme Male Reader❞』 ///!!! OMEGAVERSE !!!/// [On Hiatus] Iwaizumi hated being the only person in his friend group without a partner. Their constant teasing didn't help. It annoyed him, even more, knowing Oikawa had found his someone before he did. But, all that would change when a sly young model by the name of Y/N Shimizu transferred over to Aobajosai. -Pictures aren't mine-

Here's the Devil May Cry x Resident Evil X Lucifer Morningstar crossover.

"Your highness, do you want me to carry you?" A red haired, grey eyed man said, holding out his arms to the 3 years old child in front of him. "Oka-" not even able to complete his answer, someone snatched him up, two strong arms holding him carefully. The blonde man glared at the red haired knight before walking away, the knight following close behind. "Felix, 20 steps back" *** A wmmap x male OC fanfiction. •°•°•°•DISCLAIMER•°•°•°• I don't own any of the characters or pictures in this fanfiction except for my OC/s.