❝ My cousin was made for this, wasn't she? To swallow me all... ❞ ⚜️ A AERION BRIGHTFLAME STORY ⚔️ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AU ━━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⟢ He was called Aerion Brightflame, beautiful as dawn, cruel as wildfire. Born with the arrogance of gods and the madness of dragons. To him, the world was a stage built for his glory, and every soul beneath him merely kindling for his flame. When Dhaenyra Targaryen, is brought to court as his betrothed, she quickly learns that beauty in Targaryens burns as easily as it dazzles. His gaze is worship and ruin both; his touch, a promise and a curse. And as his hunger for divinity grows, Dhaenyra realizes that Aerion's belief that he is no mere man may not end with madness, but with fire. A tale of pride, fire, and the doomed brilliance of a prince who would be dragon. ✵ ✵ ✵ Fem oc x Aerion Targaryen ⌗ | The character and universe do not belong to me, All rights go to George R.R Martin I only own my oc - A song of ice and fire fandom

𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 *𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠*

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐓,, a romance/horror fic where sweet (Y/N) henderson meets a strange man who goes by the name of mr whatsit. highest ranks!! 1 #jamiecampbellbower 1 #peterballard 1 #henrycreel 1 #001 trying to update every day!!!! ongoing

Having survived the fateful duel, Commodus is vengeful and lonely after the death of Maximus and the banishment of Lucilla. When the life of her father is at stake, Caesonia Quintina, the daughter of Quintus (the two-faced general who betrayed Commodus), chooses to be held prisoner by the Emperor. In a swirling storm of public riots and incessant nightmares, will Commodus be brave enough to fight for his own sanity and blooming affections? (DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from "Gladiator". This work is solely a alternate-universe based off the events of the Ridley Scott 2000 film)

Under the stone vault where time seems suspended, the Roman bath reveals itself as a sanctuary of white marble, smooth and cold to the touch, but softened by the warmth of pure, crystalline water. The surface ripples slowly, disturbed by swirls of steam that rise with a mystical slowness. Sunbeams, filtered through high windows, pierce the misty air in golden blades, shattering into a thousand shards of light on the liquid mirror. Each reflection, each glimmer, is a fractured truth. And at the heart of this flickering clarity, one might glimpse a pair of eyes - two eyes of deep blue, as clear as water under the sun. But that deceptive blue, so pure in appearance, conceals the icy abyss of an unyielding will. For these are not the eyes of a god, but those of a tyrant, and the gleam that dances within them is not the light of virtue, but the shimmer of power. Commodus x OC My story is my own, it belongs to me and is inspired by the original work Gladiator.

The torches in the imperial palace flickered as Emperor Commodus paced the marble floor of his private chambers. Outside, Rome slumbered, but his mind was restless. Power meant nothing when he could not control the one thing that truly unsettled him-Valeria. Valeria Aemilia was no mere courtier. She was a senator's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of the Curia, a woman of sharp wit and even sharper ambition. Unlike the sycophants who flattered him, she spoke her mind without fear. And perhaps that was why Commodus could not stay away.

High Reeve Draco Malfoy is not only Voldemort's most trusted Death Eater but an undercover agent for Potter's army, plotting Voldemort's downfall from the inside out as well. After a fair trade with The Boy Who Lived and for his devotion in fighting the Second Wizarding War, High Reeve asks for the highest sacrifice - to make the Brightest Witch of Her Age Hermione Granger his wife. It all goes downhill from there. [Draco Malfoy X Hermione Granger Wartime AU]

Slowburn | Enemies to lovers | dark romance | false prophets | Space Opera | triangle | strong femme characters | eventual Romance | Eventual smut | A desperate Baron. A yearning Duke. A woman who weaves destruction with an army of fire. In the mountain peaks and stalagmite caves of Grummon, the house of Moritani resides. The threat of war crawls across the landscape and pulls a foreign army into their grasp. Each morning, Hawk Devodzanum watches as pieces of the crimson moon of Califenat cascade to the earth. Califenat means fear, and there is plenty of it to be found once the planet goes dark.