Don't wear that crown forever. Robin Buckley x fem!Harrington!oc Seasons 3-5

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

In Greek mythology, Cassandra of Troy was born with an extraordinary gift of foresight. The future called to her, but the present mistreated her. Her only flaw was that she could not control it. However, she had been subjected to another curse, one that appealed to both men and gods alike. Cassandra was beautiful. Some compared her to Aphrodite, while others simply desired her in envious silence. And then she was condemned. The day Apollo laid eyes on her, the ink had already dried on the paper. He craved her. She wanted to learn discipline. He taught it to her, and when the time came to make the transaction, she stepped back. A symbolic no that had cursed her. No one would listen to her predictions anymore, no man would follow her wise advice, and all men would die. Cassandra Hasen had never had time to ask her mother why she had chosen to name her that. As the years went by, she felt more and more that this name was disastrous for her. Despite the science, the knowledge she strove to acquire and develop, men seemed deaf to her.Or perhaps there had never been any curse. Perhaps the answer to her indignation was obvious, simple but painful. Her status as a woman limited her in the world of the Roaring Twenties. Her gender shaped her ambition without her having the right to say a word. Cassandra Hasen only asked to be heard, because she was convinced of one thing. She was brilliant. She just needed someone to notice. Peaky Blinders: season 2

At the end of the day, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘴 ✶ It's the end of the world, but at least we're together. In which a young doctor tries to survive the zombie apocalypse Or, in which Tallulah Baird finds a family, even as the world ends. Daryl Dixon x f!oc The Walking Dead © noellelore '25

Tell me, how does it feel to have my teeth in your heart? ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ steve harrington x fem!oc stranger things ╱ season 2-5 cross posted on ao3 by cosmiclovrs

Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you see me Your broken, corrupted child of light But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death I craved the cruel shadows of the night Mother, the god of the dead loves me He bows before me on his knees He offers me a crown of thorns And calls me his queen And maybe you did love me, mother But he loves me, darkness and all He knew that I was meant for more Than being your silly, fragile doll ---------- "Aren't you afraid of my darkness, cara mia?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes. "No, mon cher." Persephone replied, "You haven't seen mine yet." OC x OC!Addams Wednesday @madebyrach , 2023

❝ You're caught in my crosshairs again. ❞ In which a Navy SEAL, a doomsday prepper, and an extroverted 12-year-old find life in the apocalypse alongside a group of survivors from Atlanta. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐 𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 @-𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐱𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ©

Mathematics doesn't lie, it doesn't cheat, it doesn't twist its words. It simply lays itself bare to you and that is why Leighton Gilmore loves it so much. Mathematics cannot hide from you. Not the way love can. Which is why she has denounced it once and for all. Time to focus on herself now that her divorce is fully finalised and the new school year has begun. New school year, new her, new philosophy on life. Love is for the Lorelai's of the world who find it in every second-hand Bangles shirt and the bitter sweetness of coffee. Logic is for the Leighton's who need a cigarette after every emotional conversation. And then, in walks Jethro Feldman. Mr theater himself. His classroom is just down the hall and she can hear every wailing performance as it goes on throughout the day. His laughter is starting to disrupt her classes on Pythagorean Theorem. He doesn't care one bit. He's too busy being the happy-go-lucky single dad who makes waffles with too much syrup. So, maybe tomorrow he'll convince her that love is better when your parents aren't paying for it. [ gilmore girls oc x oc ] [ cover by @mygoodbones ] [COMPLETED]