When Sophie Swan moves to Forks with her younger sister Bella for her final year of high school, she expects rain, quiet days, and being seen only as the new girl. She does not expect Emmett Cullen. Emmett is impossible to ignore. He is warm when he should be distant, playful when he should not care, and protective in ways Sophie cannot explain. One moment he draws her in, the next he pulls away, leaving her with more questions than answers. From the beginning, Sophie feels a pull toward him she cannot name, something steady and inescapable, like gravity itself. The closer they grow, the heavier it becomes. Forks is full of secrets, and Emmett Cullen is one of them. Sophie is determined to uncover the truth, even if it means stepping into a world she never meant to be part of. Some forces are stronger than choice. Some connections cannot be escaped. Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters. All original characters and the Twilight universe belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own my original characters, including Sophie Swan, Amber Robinson, Ella Hastings, Connor Burns, and Kyle Evans. This story is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. Author's Note: This story may contain mature themes, violence, sexual situations, and character death. Please read at your own discretion. Translations: If you're interested in translating Gravity into another language, please reach out to me first before starting a translation. Thank you so much for your support!

During the Ashford Tourney, two Targaryen princesses crossed paths with fate. Princess Aelyssa Targaryen, gentle and kind, had come early to Ashford with orphaned children in her care. When one child ran into danger, she met Ser Duncan the Tall, the hedge knight who saved the girl from a runaway carriage a meeting that began a quiet, unspoken bond. Elsewhere, Prince Aerion Targaryen's cruelty flared when he struck a puppeteer, and Duncan's defiance earned him both honor and peril. Watching from the shadows was Princess Maelora Targaryen, Aerion's calm and curious sister, who tended his wounds and admired his fire even as it consumed him. Cover by me (temporary bc it looks weird) AKOTSK FANFIC (ser duncan x fem oc!) (aerion targaryen x fem oc!) (valarr targaryen x fem oc!) (baelor targaryen x fem oc!) All rights and characters belong to GRRM, except for Aelyssa, Maelora and Roselyn.

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.