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a touch of love [a.m.] by GreysAnatomyAU
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"i've never been with a woman before." [s3-s?] [oc×addison montgomery] warning: mature content
Her Royal Highness | E.B. x fem OC by JJxpovs
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Ever since she was a child, Mary, Queen of Scotland, has faced constant threats from the French, who coveted her country and her crown. Sent to England to find a suitable husband to take the throne as king, she encounters conflicting emotions. Despite her duty to her country, Mary's heart belongs to another, forbidden by the norms of society and the laws of religion. She cannot betray her country, but neither can she deny the force of her own heart. As the Queen of Scotland, Mary must navigate the treacherous waters of politics and the desires of her heart, all the while knowing that her choices will shape the destiny of her nation.
Above Zero (wlw) by nikkixo
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Before the rivalries. Before the medals. Before the ghosts. There was Irina Ivanova and Isabelle Rossi. It starts in 1989, in a town where winter lingers a little too long, and silence says more than people ever do. Irina Ivanova is the new girl. Quiet. Observant. The type who's used to arriving, never really staying. She's spent her life moving, learning how to take up less space, how to disappear when things get too loud. Isabelle Rossi is the opposite. Impossible to ignore. Popular. A little reckless. Everyone knows her. Or at least, they think they do. No one expects Isabelle to notice the new girl. But she does. And once she does, Irina gets pulled into something she never imagined for herself. What starts as friendship turns into something deeper. First love. First tears. A small, private world made of late drives, open windows, shared cigarettes, rooftops, and summers that somehow feel longer than winter ever did. Songs Isabelle only ever sings for Irina. Things she never lets anyone else hear. They become each other's firsts. And in a lot of ways, each other's center. Above Zero is a story about love before everything fell apart. About a time before grief shaped what came after. About how one connection can echo through years, through daughters, through everything that follows. Because some loves don't disappear. They become the reason everything else exists. PS: This is a prequel that can be read as a standalone. It is not book one, but it can be read on its own. It follows the series on my profile. This is book 0 of the ZERO Series.
𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl] by fallencrwn
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ㅤ ༺❝𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.❞༻ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ࿇࿇࿇ ㅤafter a peasant girl has failed an attempt to steal food from a lannister tent, instead of being punished by death, dawn ryndelle was given a second chance, saved by the imp from his father, and that was to serve for house lannister as servant for all her life. . .but, she learns dark secrets within the keep, and finds herself in a strange, yet complicated situation the moment she meets cersei lannister, a ruthless, arrogant beauty of a woman, a queen lusting. . . for sex and wine. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ⊰ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤⊱ ❝ "I didn't poison your wine if that's what you're worried about" she said. I took a look at the sitting wine and then her, "of course not your grace," I said, trying to force out a much more realistic grin "I'm not supposed to drink on duty-" "If the Queen offers. . .you aren't allowed to reject my offer little one. Drink" Cersei insisted. I still did not obey and the more I sat there like a motionless doll, the more I could see her wonder of me, studying me and my thoughts. "Your lips never touched the taste of any wine, have they?" she asked. I shamefully shook my head, to be asked by a Queen to drink off a goblet and then realize I haven't sipped any wine my entire life, had been embarrassing enough ". . .at the age of fifteen," she continues "I've indulged the power of what wine can do, and how is it that at twenty, your mouth hasn't touched any sort of happy refreshment? who raised you girl?" she asks curiously. "oh, tust me your grace, you don't want to know that boring side of my life." I answer. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❞