in which a "perfect princess" and a VK must work together to stop the most evil villain in Auradon or in which Amira, daughter of Jasmine and Aladdin, and Max, son of Maddox Hatter, must overcome their differences while journeying through Wonderland and find a true connection "A hero will sacrifice the person they love to save the world, but a villain will sacrifice the world to save the person they love". max hatter x fem!oc Descendants: Wicked Wonderland status: ongoing [started: 7/20/2026] [finished: TBD] disclaimer: all rights to descendants: wicked wonderland goes to disney, i only own my character, amira, and her storyline

With a summer full of love, what could possibly go wrong?

Hemera Lawrence, daughter of Nemesis, goddess of revenge. She was created from hatred and rivalry. But in all honesty, she couldn't understand why the people here took Karate so seriously.

STEPHANIE WITWICKY is reined into the world of autobots and Decepticons after her younger brother, Sam, buys a ran down Camaro from a car dealership for getting good grades as promised by their father. The car turned out to be an alien from the planet of Cybertron who can transform into a rather humongous robot that has a broken voice box. Not to mention she meets a Decepticon, by the name of Barricade, whose entire existence was to serve Megatron and find the all-spark. But he changed his mission finding he had become drawn to Stephanie and finding out she is his spark mate. A rare but frowned upon experience among many of the decepticons who associate it with the feeling of weakness. barricade chose to abandon his mission and get to know her better. Which was to dedicate his life to protecting her.

Unknown to Klaus Mikaelson, his one night stand with a stunning redhead named Lily resulted in a little wolf. A little wolf of his own that was named Adelia Nikki Potter (fem. Harry Potter). She was the light of Lily's life and James's perfect mini flower. What happens when Klaus Mikaelson and his family are brought into a theater to watch the life of Adelia Potter? What happens when he finds out he has a daughter he never knew? What about when the ghosts from the past come to the viewing and Adelia herself? Will Klaus accept Adelia? Will Adelia accept Klaus or will her losing every parental figure she has ever had stand in her way? I do not own Harry Potter or TVD/TO or anything associated with it. I only own my own OCs and their original storylines. Rated M just to be safe for language. Best Rankings: #2 witchesandwizards #6 Dumbledore #2 wtm #1 lilypotter #17 klausmikaelson #12 hogwartsschoolofwitchcraftandwizardry #2 hermione

'𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆? [ 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔 ] [ 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒅𝒂𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏 ]

{~Game of Thrones /Fanfic /ASOIAF~} Maurelia Lannister often felt as a Lamb amongst Lions within the house whom she shares her name. She was bound by blood to the Lannisters her father Ser Kevan Lannister, was the younger brother of Lord Tywin Lannister. While sharing the appearance of the Lions & Lioness who reside within the pride of Casterly Rock her golden luscious long locks and emerald green eyes though her gaze did not carry the same calculated & cruel glare as them of her kin. Maurelia learns that in more than one way looks can be deceiving. The name flowercub was assigned to her by her father in childhood, as Mia's obsession with flower's beauty had unraveled leaving her in awe of the vibrant colouring and blissful scent of they offered. Though her interest peaked even more so when she discovers that they not only hold beauty but power within them flowers which can be used to heal & harm others. This story follows how Maurelia finds her path as those around her begin sharping their claws to pounce upon their prey to take the iron throne. Eventual // (OC X Willas Tyrell💞)

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.