"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

Getting over one's first love was always a task people people deemed hard. Ophelia Greengrass, however, finds it to be even harder as she has to get over her first love whilst being engaged to his little brother. ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ❝we may be in a loveless marriage, but i do hope we can be honest with each other.❞ ❝it may be one sided but we are not in a loveless marriage.❞ started: nov 9, 2021 finished: feb 21, 2022 started editing: april 26, 2022 finished editing: august 27, 2022 n/a: this can also be found on my ao3! BrothersOwnMe [needs serious editing]

Eight people. One group. One rule - don't cross the boundary.

[ONGOING] Versailles, France, 1770. The Dauphin Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette are set to wed. Aristocrats from across Europe have arrived at the Palace of Versailles to witness the holy union, for it marks a most momentous stage in both France and Austria's histories. Although the revolution is not due for another decade, the seeds of anarchy have been long-sown in the minds of plebeians. They are settled now, but they shan't be for long. There is resentment and anger towards the gentry; a royal wedding might just be the last straw. And Versailles seems the most fitting place to ignite the flame of rebellion. When a group of sheltered, blissfully ignorant young nobles become entangled in a plot to commit treason, each passing day becomes a race against time to save themselves, and France as they know it. Welcome to Versailles... Morte au Roi! ❥ ATTENTION: The historical context of this story has been moderately researched so as to portray the time period correctly, however, this story is not completely historically accurate, nor does it intentionally mimic any events of the time. It was created for entertainment purposes only and any similarities to real occurrences or people (living or dead) are purely coincidental. Some members of 1D have been mentioned by name, however these characters are purely fictional and have no affiliation to the real members. No part of this work may be reproduced or redistributed without my consent. © kiwi-vodka 2020

book 2 of 4 on the outside, looking in, bianca prescott was back to who everyone knew her as- kook princess, island royalty, who couldn't give less of a fuck about the pogues like they were poo on her jimmy choo's. but bianca had a hit list. just... not exactly the murder kind. after her best friend, sarah cameron drowned at sea, punished for her utter infatuation with the wrongly accused murderer, fugitive and ring-leader of the pogues, she knew she had to ruin them all. one by one. because bianca prescott was a vengeful, vindictive bitch and revenge was sweet, but inflicting it was even sweeter. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

book 3 of 4 have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for. let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murdering anyone. sure, she wished it once or twice. okay, total lie, it was definitely more than that. so yeah, maybe she never wanted anyone to die that day on the boat but make no mistake, she is a killer. a murderer, no matter how beloved. there comes a time where no costume can conceal what you don't want to see. sooner or later, the clothes come off, the makeup washes away and the real you emerges. your secrets, your sins, your truths, your lies and bianca was concealing the worst of them all. the world may be a stage, but in the outer banks, the play doesn't matter. it's all in the execution. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

book 1 of 4 ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but every fairytale had an ending and soon enough when the clock struck twelve, bianca would come to realise that her carriage was a rotten, fungus infested pumpkin, that her dress would wilt away to torn, mud-speckled rags and when she kissed her prince charming, he would turn into a fat, ugly, wart-ridden toad. 𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰

a beautiful tale of sorrow 'Fate cannot be stopped, only postponed.' ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀f!oc x tom riddle ⠀ ⠀ ⠀what if tom could love ⠀ ⠀ ⠀2022 © monstrumofchaos

"There's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live. Like if you hold me without hurting me. You'll be the first who ever did." Victoria Knight grew up in the lovely town of Mayfair, but at the age of seventeen when her mother Lady Knight died, her father moved her and her siblings to the coast of Cornwall. Victoria had spent six years attending college for art and having her pieces on display across England. After six years away from the Ton, Victoria returned to make her debut on the season. But only when she locks eyes with an old friend do memories flood back, an unrequited love runs free in her mind. - A Benedict Bridgerton Fanfic, by @midnightskyrose - The only modification I have made is that this story takes place when Benedict is 25 years old, this is only so that Victorias debutante age makes sense! I think it's something to easily look past, thanks! -This story doesn't really follow the plot of the stories, but it does occur after Daphne and Anthony are married. This is entirely Benedict's "season" .