"how do you even know her?" "she's my wife"

"𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗?" - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 Amelia McAllen and Jack Abbot grew into love quietly. Through shared days and long nights, until being together felt less like a choice and more like a constant. Jack stayed through the pressure and change. Amelia stayed with the same steady devotion, loving him with patience rather than spectacle. They chose each other quietly and without ceremony, endured separation and return, and learned one another again when life reshaped them. What binds them is not a single moment, but a lasting, deliberate love. She loves him without hesitation, without condition. He loves her without condition, without hesitation. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 "'𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚎. 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎" - 𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙸𝚃𝚃 {𝚓. 𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚝 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚘𝚌} SLOW UPDATES

𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 ✿⁠ Rory Walter was not lonely. No, she was totally, one hundred percent, completely fine with her lack of friends. But life has a funny way of disrupting Rory's plans and suddenly, for the first time, she's navigating the chaos of teenage friendships and romance. ✿⁠ my life with the walter boys fanfic original character [ON HIATUS]

in which the fates are far from done with naomi sakura, and she must learn who she truly is―and who the gods are so afraid she'll become. [percy jackson x female oc x annabeth chase] [book 2 of 2] [the lost hero ― the blood of olympus] [started: 10-25-21 // completed: 05-20-22]

-𝘾𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙀𝘿 ᵏˡᵃᵘˢ ʰᵃʳᵍʳᵉᵉᵛᵉˢ '𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚?' -In which Five brings a girl home from the future and she falls for his insane brother. (...tua s1-s2) (...klausxfem!oc)

Torrhen Stark, the king-wolf. Nephew of Rickon Stark. Husband and King-consort to Queen, Rhaenyra Targaryen. 'The king who never knelt'.

ART IS FROM ILDRAWS ON INSTAGRAM Born into the storm of courtly whispers and dragonfire, Princess Aelora Targaryen never chose the life that was laid before her. As the second daughter of King Viserys I, and twin to the son who had been wanted for decades, she was raised beneath the shadow of her sister Rhaenyra's claim and her brother who did not live longer than a day, torn between the warmth of Alicent Hightower's affection and the bitter chill of palace politics. But fate carved a different path for her. Sent north in an arranged marriage to Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Aelora was exiled from the only home she'd ever known. What began as duty became something more-a quiet, enduring love. -- I've decided that even though this fic is an OC x Cregan pairing, and the Targaryens are canonically white, I want to be more mindful of my readers, many of whom are women of color. From now on, Aelora's skin tone will not be described in a way that restricts her to a specific race. I'll also be editing past chapters to reflect this change. This way, readers can envision her in a way that feels more inclusive and representative of a variety of identities. You guys are also encouraged to point out paragraphs and chapters where it's obvious that she's being described as white, so I can modify it and make it more inclusive. I've seen multiple discussions on Tumblr about how the fanfic community often lacks inclusivity for women of color. Even in fics where the OC is supposed to be the legitimate daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, they're often still described as white. I want to do better, and even though my fic is an OC, I want all of you to feel seen and represented

In which the fates have done everything to keep them apart but Juliet and Percy are stuck by glue. Or In which they escape death just to be together. 𝗦𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗶𝘅𝗶𝗿

"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."