cobra kai robby keene x fem!oc please don't be a ghost reader! vote and comment if you would like! season 2 - 6 COMPLETE

"Well," she said, standing up abruptly, "this has been fun." Robby looked up, eyebrows slightly raised. "That's it?" She shrugged. "You don't seem like the heart-to-heart type, and I don't do emotional therapy, so yeah. That's it." He scoffed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Figures." Skye lingered for a second. Part of her wanted to say something else-something meaningful, maybe. But that wasn't her style. Instead, she smirked. "Try not to get punched in the face again. It's not a good look on you." Robby smirked right back. "Didn't know you cared." She rolled her eyes, turning to leave. "I don't." She didn't look back as she walked toward the exit, but she could feel his gaze on her the whole way. And for some reason, she was still smirking when she stepped outside.

Annalise was turned around the same time her brother Emmett was. They have lived with the Cullen's for over a decade now and they're all one big family. What they considered a normal life is flipped upside down when one of their own falls in love with a human. Will they team up with they're natural enemies or will their family be torn apart. **I do not own twilight or its story. I only own my characters and story plot**

This story begins with Conrad in California, detached and disciplined, carrying the familiar weight of being the responsible one-the son who absorbed pressure, grief, and expectation until love felt indistinguishable from obligation. He is older now, sharper, angrier, and more self-aware, but still haunted by his past: his mother's death, his father's failures, and the wreckage left behind with Belly and Jeremiah. Everything fractures the night he meets Valeriya-brilliant, commanding, emotionally guarded, and immediately unreadable. Their connection is instant and volatile, built on challenge rather than comfort. Valeriya doesn't soften Conrad; she exposes him. She calls him out, refuses to be managed, and meets his intensity with her own. What starts as mutual fascination quickly spirals into something obsessive, physical, and deeply binding. Their relationship becomes the emotional center of the story: fierce loyalty, constant proximity, and an intimacy that is not gentle but deliberate. They move fast-not recklessly, but with certainty-building a shared life that feels private and impenetrable. Sex becomes routine, grounding, and expressive rather than impulsive; domesticity becomes just as charged as conflict. Conrad finds himself choosing her again and again-not out of duty, but desire. But as their bond deepens, the past fights back.

He discovered her by chance, a glimmer between the trees, weaving a home from petals and magic. Embry wasn't meant to stray off patrol. Wasn't meant to watch. Wasn't meant to fall. But how could he not, when she glowed like sunlight through leaves and smelled like the edge of a dream? Tiny. Wild. Impossible. Everything he never knew he was waiting for. And now, he's hers; heart first, soul deep. Even if wolves were never meant to love fairies. Even if she belongs to the stars, and he was born of the earth. Even if she lives in a world far smaller and far brighter than his own.

ׂ╰┈➤ ༘⋆ " 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ₊˚ෆ ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ⤑ 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙖: 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙣 𝙞𝙞 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝘼𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙝𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙇𝙖 𝙋𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙮-𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙡𝙛-𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡.

ART IS FROM ILDRAWS ON INSTAGRAM Born into the storm of courtly whispers and dragonfire, Princess Aelora Targaryen never chose the life that was laid before her. As the second daughter of King Viserys I, and twin to the son who had been wanted for decades, she was raised beneath the shadow of her sister Rhaenyra's claim and her brother who did not live longer than a day, torn between the warmth of Alicent Hightower's affection and the bitter chill of palace politics. But fate carved a different path for her. Sent north in an arranged marriage to Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Aelora was exiled from the only home she'd ever known. What began as duty became something more-a quiet, enduring love. -- I've decided that even though this fic is an OC x Cregan pairing, and the Targaryens are canonically white, I want to be more mindful of my readers, many of whom are women of color. From now on, Aelora's skin tone will not be described in a way that restricts her to a specific race. I'll also be editing past chapters to reflect this change. This way, readers can envision her in a way that feels more inclusive and representative of a variety of identities. You guys are also encouraged to point out paragraphs and chapters where it's obvious that she's being described as white, so I can modify it and make it more inclusive. I've seen multiple discussions on Tumblr about how the fanfic community often lacks inclusivity for women of color. Even in fics where the OC is supposed to be the legitimate daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, they're often still described as white. I want to do better, and even though my fic is an OC, I want all of you to feel seen and represented

❝ Every time a Targaryen is born the Gods flip a coin and hold their breath. ❞ Baelor grew up as the son of the infamous Daemon Targaryen. Duty was something that was never considered in the boys mind. To be king was never on his list either. Getting pulled into marriage opened up a rift between kin. Then kin against kin, dragon against dragon, became a war of death. Daenys was her parents only daughter. Their treasure and pearl. But once war breaks out, she's forced to perform her duty. Fighting for her mother's right was more important to her than some betrothal to a northern lord. She didn't belong there. She knew that. But yet, a yearning pulled her further into the depths of the cold harsh North. (Seasons one - ? / Fire & Blood) (Rhaenyra Targaryen x male oc, act i - ?) (Cregan stark x female oc, act iii - ?)

Daenys Velayron had never wanted to leave the safety of Dragonstone, or the blanket of security it provided. When Aegon ii usurps her mother's throne, she has no choice but to play her part in the upcoming war. Rhaenyra chooses to send her eldest daughter to the North, to treat with Lord Cregan Stark. Her dreams plague her, being named mad by Queen Alicent since Daenys was but a girl. She dreams of death and fire, her only escape being her dragon Morningstar. Unexperienced in the ways of politicks, Daenys must convince the Wolf of the North to pledge his men to Queen Rhaenyra while battling her own mind. 🗡 Crossposted on tumblr, under the user name cherryheairt Currently 100k+ words

ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ.. ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵉ ᵃˡˡ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ❥ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ, ᵃ ᵍⁱʳˡ ʷʰᵒ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵘⁿ,ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ,ʲᵒʸᶠᵘˡ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ. ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃˢ ᵃ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍ ˢᵉᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳˢᵗᵃʳ. ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵉᵈᵍᵉⁿᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ ʷᵒʳᵏ ⁱⁿ ᵃ ˢᵗʳⁱᵖ ᶜˡᵘᵇ. ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᶠⁱⁿᵈˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒˢ/ᶜᵒⁿˢ.. ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵘᵗᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵉ? ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ : ᵐⁱˢᵗʸ ;³