𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐨𝐭𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+ 𝑨𝒏 𝑿-𝑴𝒆𝒏 𝒙 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒔* 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 | 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 After the events in New York, the Thunderbolts are crowned as The New Avengers, two of their dangerously unstable heroes, Ava Starr and Bob Reynolds, are handed over to the X-Men for one final chance at salvation and understanding of their powers. The Professor offers them sanctuary at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters, but not out of kindness; He wants to dissect what they are, especially *him*. Bob's instability has become too dangerous to ignore. Powerful. Fractured. Haunted. Bob Reynolds is a ticking time bomb with a heart too big for the god inside him. A black hole masquerading as a man. There's something about Lorna Dane that pulls him further. Magnetic. Repressed. Dangerous.She's not afraid of darkness, she was born from it. The last thing she expected was to feel drawn to him, but something about his broken mind mirrors her own. The Void sees the rage she buries within and the legacy she denies internally; As Lorna slips deeper into Bob's orbit, their casual touches become tangled dreams, friendships seem compromised, drama unleashes and their shared darkness turns seductive. The New Avengers don't trust the plans of Professor X and his group of unstable mutants. The X-Men don't trust this unconventional group of heroes, specially their so-called founder, Valentine de Fontaine. And no one trusts the fractured mind of Bob, But, trust was never part of the plan. Obsession was. In a house full of secrets, power games, and broken heroes, love isn't the cure. . . It's the trigger.

Elizabeth is the youngest of the Guinness siblings and in the wake of her father's death is determined to do something with her life rather than become some minor aristocrats trophy wife. With suitors round every corner and a romance brewing between herself and Mr Rafferty whatever is a girl to do... Or The one where the posh girl falls in love with her families henchman... (Elizabeth Guinness x Sean Rafferty) (All Rights Reserved. I only own the idea of Elizabeth Guinness and the plot points which are of my own creation.) (Season 1)

"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝, 𝙻𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚊? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎." 𝓢𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓡𝓪𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔂 Ongoing...

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

Always craving what you can not have. "Are you picturing her when you kiss me?" Petyr remained silent. "Thats alright im picturing a Stark as well." ++++ Pre Game of thrones Young Ned and Lyanna and Petyr. Most characters belong to GRRM We are lacking in Petyr and Ned content! #1 in robertbaratheon on 6/8/22 #2 in ned stark on 7/16/22

In order to keep peace between the Blackfyre and Targaryen families, Princess Daneria Blackfyre, only daughter of Daemon Blackfyre was married to Prince Baelor as a peace offering. Haunted by the memories of her brothers death by the hands of her new husband, she swore on her brother's grave that she would do everything to burn the house Targeryn to the ground. Prince Baelor is not what he seems when she met him. Haunted by his wife's and son's deaths by the hands of Blackfyre, Baelor doesn't want to have anything to do with his new young wife. All he wants is peace, and he only sees Daneria as nothing more than that, especially not as someone he could love. Will the two of them manage to get past their differences while the black dragon that is hiding in the shadows is trying to destroy everything? ------- A Baelor Targaryen fanfiction 18 +

Gaena Targaryen was the master of whispers in her own right she heard and knew everything, including Otto's plans for his daughter to seduce Viserys. What happens when Gaena intervenes? 🐉 "She took him faster than you can say sabotage." ⚔️ Most characters belong to GRRM Bk1 Better than revenge Bk2 Bejeweled Bk3 All too Well #1 in ottohightower on 10/26/22

Sloane Cross was born into one of the six elite families. Sharp-tongued, emotionally volatile, and secretly exhausted by the role expected of her, Sloane has no interest in becoming another decorative wife trapped inside a gilded cage. So when her family attempts to marry her off to a man she despises, she proposes an alternative: a strategic marriage to Titus Danforth - an older, vicious, unreadable man from another elite family who has spent years avoiding attachment altogether. As their marriage drifts from tactical alliance into obsession, the line between devotion and destruction begins to blur. Because the terrifying thing isn't that Titus understands the darkest parts of her. It's that he loves her anyway.

Lucy Blake became Kendall Roy's personal assistant when he returned from rehab. Their dynamic had always been untraditional and often toed the line of romance following Kendall's divorce. Yet, their relationship never crosses that line, and when Kendall's younger brother Roman returns to the city and sparks up an interest in Lucy, the complex dynamic between Kendall and Lucy and the unspoken feelings between them become tested.

Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.