❝you said my heart had changed and my soul had changed❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇... 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 is thrown into an apocalyptic world where the ghost from her past catch up to her - sending her down a spiral of trust and family as she tried to make sense of the heinous world she lives in. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 is just another poor bastard 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚 meets in the new world and maybe they'd change one another for the better 𝐎𝐑... one believes she doesn't deserve to be loved and the other doesn't believe he can love [daryl dixon x oc] the walking dead season one - 6 started: 04. 25. 2026 ended:

After the outbreak and the death of her last remaining relative, Elaine finds a new home and a reason to keep moving forward when she settles with the Greene family on their farm in the countryside. Everything changes when Rick Grimes and his group arrive, bringing danger, loss, and heartbreak with them. Using her unfinished medical training to help those still fighting to survive, Elaine fights to hold onto her hope and humanity in a world determined to take both away. Despite her rocky start with newcomer Daryl Dixon: a rough, guarded survivor who constantly gets under her skin, their intertwined paths slowly leads to something far deeper. In a world where every day is a fight to stay alive, they may just become each other's reason to keep going. *** Daryl x female oc Semi-slowburn Enemies-to-lovers Mature content Disclaimer: I do not own AMC's The Walking Dead, any of its characters or the plot from the show. I only own my original characters and their role in the story. Warnings: Outlast contains themes of death, violence, mentions on S/A, harsh language and sexual content in explicit/smutty detail. Season 2-? Rankings 🏆: nr. 1 - #daryldixon (8/15-26) nr. 1 - #twddaryldixon (7/30-26) nr. 1 - #daryldixonfanfiction (8/7-26) nr. 4 - #daryl (7/30-26) nr. 1 - #dixon (9/8-26) nr. 1 - #maggiegreene (9/9-26) nr. 3 - #twdfamily (8/22-26)

« Book 2 » After the farm falls, Rick's group is forced to rebuild behind prison walls. But safety comes at a cost, and as old wounds deepen and new enemies rise, Daryl and Irene must face what survival leaves behind. [Season 3 - Season ] Daryl x OC I DO NOT own any of The Walking Dead characters nor The Walking Dead itself, but I do own some of my characters.

Daenora, though a Velaryon in name, was born from seeds so tainted that even the blood of the dragon could not fully cleanse them. Used as a tool to mend together the divided House of the Dragon, Daenora finds herself torn between loyalties, waging a war of fire and blood, while the pile of lies that is her life begins to collapse. [ 𝙖𝙚𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙚𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙤𝙘 ]

she was his solace, his sanity, his only reason to breathe

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

In the Red Keep, love is not devotion. It is leverage. A weakness waiting to be exploited. When sixteen-year-old Seryza Lannister is forced into a political marriage with Prince Aegon Targaryen, she enters a court ruled by dragons, betrayal, and dangerous men. The realm sees her as nothing more than a beautiful lioness bred to strengthen a crown. They are wrong. Cold, intelligent, and raised to survive the cruelty of noble courts, Seryza quickly learns that King's Landing devours the weak - especially women. But she was not raised to be weak. As obsession replaces duty and power games turn deadly, Seryza finds herself trapped between ambition, desire, and a prince far more dangerous than she first believed. Because Aegon Targaryen may be reckless. Cruel. Unstable. But monsters recognize each other. And in a family where clever women are destined to burn, Seryza intends to survive long enough to become unforgettable. - ✧ House of the Dragon fanfiction ✧ Aegon II Targaryen x Female OC ✧ Slowburn • Court Politics • Obsession • Enemies to Lovers (?) • Dark Royalty ✧ HBO-inspired writing style ✧ Mature themes

𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 - Ivy Rhodes likes her life quiet. Her Twitch channel is a cozy corner of the internet filled with cozy indie games. Her viewer count is only in the triple digits; people come to her channel after a long day and need sleep. Joe Bartolozzi, the most chaotic streamer on the platform right now. After a long 12 hour subathon, Joe is winding down for the night on stream and finds a streamer to raid with his 41k viewers. He hits the streamer with a cute cover for her stream and thinks nothing of it, heading to bed. The next day, clips surface on the internet of Ivy. ---- Joe: "Your chat just sent a five-dollar donation asking if I'm your boyfriend." Ivy: "What did you say?" Joe: "I told them I wasn't qualified for the position, but I submitted my resume anyway."

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?