rick grimes x fem!oc ౨ৎ in which rick grimes falls for the farmer's youngest daughter, and cecelia marie greene falls for the married man. but both are off limits.

❛ High school Alex had a PhD in awkwardness - but somehow I still let him steal my heart. ❜ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐯'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫. © exposal ❪updates every tuesday❫

It all begins when Helena, younger sister of the emperors Geta and Caracalla, meets by chance a gladiator before a fight. Chance makes them meet again on several occasions, or is it fate? The connection is instant, both showing a clear interest in each other from the very first encounter. Will these two people, who come from such different worlds, find something they have in common?

A plane crash was a statistical anomaly, surviving one even more so. The odds were microscopic, laughable in their improbability. And yet Dr. Anicia Morrone had survived, defying mathematics and mortality alike, only to wake in a world infinitely crueler than the one she had left behind. This was not Alice in Wonderland, oh no, this was Anicia in the depths of Hades' own imagining... though even that comparison felt generous. Hades, at least, had rules. Westeros had ambition.

"I will not fail," Prince Aemond blustered. "Aegon will have Storm's End, and I will have this girl." ~ George R. R. Martin, Fire and Blood.

Tras la Danza de los Dragones, el rey Jacaerys I Targaryen se vio obligado a casarse por interés político para salvar las arcas del reino. La elegida fue lady Genna Lannister, una viuda, quien no lo quería en absoluto. Ella amaba profundamente a su difunto esposo, Ser Lyonel Reyne, veía al rey como a un niño y se negaba rotundamente a entregarle su corazón blindado. ​Sin embargo, lo que comenzó como un frío pacto de conveniencia y un rechazo absoluto por parte de Genna, terminó transformándose con el tiempo en la unión más devota, profunda y envidiada de los Siete Reinos, encontrando el uno en el otro el único fuego capaz de revivir sus corazones apagados.

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.

Ormund Hightower x OC Female Gwyn is eighteen when Hightower riders corner her father at a river crossing and haul them both to Oldtown. She expects a dungeon cell. Instead, she gets a house by the harbor, a servant to heat her bath, and Lord Ormund Hightower in her bed three nights a week. She hates him, and she has every reason to. But Gwyn possesses something Ormund wants more than gold: a memory that never loses a single word. At first, he keeps her near for that gift. Then, he keeps her near because he can't seem to stop. These are two very different problems that share the same face. When he marches to war for the Greens, she travels with the column. Her father is still trapped in the cells beneath the Hightower. Or at least, that is what she believes.

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