~She embodied the essence of his world, a captivating masterpiece sculpted with the strokes of both his fervent passion and haunting despair~ Ophelia Moreau. Otherwise known as Mouse. A French Sergeant turned KorTac Operative who has major temper issues and a foul mouth to match. She took the job with KorTac for the pay but when she meets the tall, terrifying and somewhat skittish Colonel of Thunder Corps she gets hooked. He's quiet, possessive and definitely obsessed with her. She's pretty sure she's just as obsessed. The only problem is that he's a an ex War Criminal from Austria with a feral side that could burn her to ashes.

"I want her... but I can't have her." She was stunningly beautiful in his eyes. Yet, she carried an innocence that Aonung was afraid to taint. There was a world of difference between them. He had always lived his life in the dark, while she... she was the light itself. However, despite his best efforts to stay away, she made it impossible. It was evident from her longing gazes and innocent remarks that she was taunting him to take her. Rankings: #1 Pandora [2/6/23] #1 Avatar [2/12/23] #1 Navi [2/5/23] #2 Aonung [2/10/23] #2 Avatarfanfic [2/10/23] 🤍 Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of the characters from Avatar.

Medea had been raised by the Malfoy family for most of her life. No matter how hard she tried not to, she ended up being involved with the Order of the Phoenix. Who will she be loyal to in the end? ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── #1 hp (02.01.25) #1 siriusblack (19.03.25) #1 goldentrio (05.09.25)

The resilience of the human body and mind had always amazed you. The fragility of the human body and mind had always terrified you. Bones is a quiet combat medic with a troubled past and enough knowledge to fill a library. As whispers of a new bioweapon begin to spread across Europe, she is assigned to Task Force 141. Still haunted from her previous deployment, she thinks she can only count on witnessing new horrors, spilled blood, and the sound of dogtags clinking against the ground. What she isn't expecting is finding a team to count on, or the way her heart quickens in the presence of a certain skull-faced man. **Cross-Posted from AO3 under the same username**

Enemies to lovers. OOC Rhaenyra ⚠️this was my first hotd fic so keep in mind some canon/universe details may be wrong and characters may act ooc because this fic helped me learn them to write them better. just a prior warning before you decide to dive in⚠️ First daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, Naerys. A warrior, a student. A girl without a dragon. Second son of Alicent and Viserys, Aemond. A warrior, a student. A boy without a dragon. They hate each other. Pitted against tone another since the year they were born. Who's stronger, faster, smarter? But sometimes bitter hatred has a habit of turning into blossoming love. Sometimes isn't always. Will they burn as one? Or will a war suffocate them in the ashes? Book spoilers!!!!

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Cregan Stark/OC - NOT self insert SMUT teehee-characters are aged up and any smut that happens is with them of age Jacaera Velaryon, twin to Jacaerys Velaryon. Second in line to the Throne, born the spitting image of her great-grandmother Alyssa. She's always by her brother's side. But one word plagues them as they grow: bastard. It is ignored. They try to ignore it. But there are uncles to remind them of the word. Uncles that they train with, that they're supposed to be close with and love. Jacaera is not so lucky. She is cursed. Because one of her uncles takes an unwelcome interest in his child niece. Terrorizes her until there is nothing but fear. It is this that prompts a move. A relocation with their newest baby brother. Peace after an eventful funeral. But then feelings resurface. Fights at dinner. And Rhaenyra is usurped by the very same uncle that terrorized Jacaera. She will do anything to garner support for the rightful Queen. Treat with any Lords she must. There is one, however, that she might take more of a special interest in. One that could win the war. One beautiful northerner. Lord Cregan Stark. She needs his support. Among other things. Jacaera will have his support. And she will win the war for her mother or die trying.

❛𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐘? 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐍𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃.❜ ― LES, childish gambino. joseph descamps x oc enemies to lovers mixte1963

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 • • • At Voltaire Institute, Yvonne Leroy smashes through gender norms, joining a once-exclusive space shared with boys. Enter Joseph Descamps - tagged as a jerk, a bully, or the class clown. Yet, with a single glance, Yvonne's perception falters. Despite their professed animosity, history hints at an unseen connection. As apparent rivals, they spark tension that defies open hostility, fueling whispers about hidden desires. -Are the rumors true? ─ ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ─ This is not my original work; it's an adaptation based on the series (Mixte, 1963) and its storyline. The characters belong to their respective creators, not me.

when Eponine Van Doren and her family move to her mothers hometown St. Angely, she's suspicious. Her mother seems to be hiding something from her, and she makes it her goal to find out what. What she will discover is going to change her life forever... ... Eponine's brow furrowed. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. He seemed lost in thought, but her words snapped him out. He hummed. "You're just so pretty when you cry," he mumbled, his hand playing with her hair. Her breath hitched. a mixte 1963 fic #8 in josephdescamps, 09/06/'23 #4 in paris, 31/10/'24 #18 in voltairehigh, 13/04/'24 #9 in lanadelrey, 31/10/'24 #3 in 60s, 23/03/'24 #1 in simonepalladino, 13/04/'24 please do not repost without permission!! ao3: raitokirstein spanish translation can be found on @depressdemons !