In a world where vampires rule and humans are nothing more than livestock, (Y/n) has spent her entire life trapped inside the Human Management Bureau, a sterile underground system where humans are cataloged and kept for breeding, feeding, and experimentation. Escape was never part of her fate, until the night the alarms scream, and a stranger pulls her into the dark. But freedom isn't waiting for her beyond those walls. (Y/n) is thrown into a brutal underground world of black markets, starving vampires, religious fanatics, hunters, and whispered rumors of sanctuaries hidden somewhere on the surface. Hunted through a world of monsters wearing beautiful faces with a bounty on her head, (Y/n) quickly learns that her blood might be the only thing saving her. Or... it just might be the thing that turns her life into a living hell. Worse, the ones who find her don't want her dead. They want her, not just for the bounty on her head, but for what flows through her veins. There is something wrong with (Y/n)'s blood, something addictive. One taste is enough to leave vampires obsessed, euphoric, and unable to want anything else. Hunger twists into devotion, fascination rots into possession, and the longer they stay near her, the more dangerous that obsession becomes. As the city descends further into shortages, violence, and desperation, (Y/n) finds herself trapped between monsters who claim to love her, hunters who want to cash her in, and a world where humanity has become both prey and religion. And worst of all... a part of her still wants to trust them. #1 in #hedonism #1 in #yanderefanfic #1 in #infatuation #1 in #yanderefic #1 in #hunting #1 in #yanderexreader #1 in #disturbing #1 in #xreader #1 in #violent #1 in #sadist

(COMPLETED) (Y/n) would be deemed lucky by most, having lived her life comfortably in the riches of her father's influence as the leader of an important mafia group. However her comfort comes at a price, the heavy perspective of a loveless marriage. And she had been ready for this, she had made peace with it, until everything came tumbling down when after the death of her mother, her father decided that he would be her husband. With no choice but to comply or run away from everything she's always known, (Y/n) decides on the latter, not suspecting that this would lead her into the cobwebs of her father's enemy and another lot of troubles marked by blood, rivalry and obsession. trigger warning: mentions of child abuse, suic!dal thoughts, !ncest, sa and more #1 in #yanderesxreader #1 in #infatuation #1 in #possessive #1 in #yandereboys

❝ she was a fae whose gift was death and she would raise hell. ❞ (season 4-) ✩‧˚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 cover template by @cardiiac

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

The north remembers..... cover by arii <3 Game of thrones Season 2 onwards

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

Avatar : Fire and Ash! When Pri'ya Sully and her family are caught in the mangkwan raiders' ambush, she never expected to come face-to-face with the most despicable individual to ever grace the soil of Pandora. Or Toruk Makto's eldest daughter and Varang's younger brother stood on opposing sides of the war, and yet, their lives proved far more tangled than either of them could have foreseen. • mangkwan!male!oc x sully!female!oc •set during the events of Avatar : fire and Ash •All credits go to James Cameron, save for my oc and plotline. •do NOT plagiarise my work, please and thank you. #1 Avatar the way of water 2026 / 02 / 05 #1 Pandora 2026 / 02 / 05 #1 Avatar 2026 / 02 / 17

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ════════════════════ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 Antonella Evelia Reyes Castellón is the name whispered through Spain's intelligence halls. A diplomat forged in pressure and precision; a CNI-trained asset with a mind sharper than any blade. She is twenty-four and already carries the gravity of a country rebuilding itself in the shadow of Las Plagas. What the world sees: a strategist draped in silk and silence. What her enemies fear: the girl who survived what should have broken her. When political obligation pulls Antonella from Madrid to Washington, into a nation desperate to bury truths she refuses to forget, her path collides with a man carved from the ruins she's been sent to confront. Leon Scott Kennedy is all scars and stubbornness, a soldier who walks like he's half-ghost, half-warning. He doesn't trust diplomats. He definitely doesn't trust her. But when remnants of the Plaga infection surface again, and two countries force them onto the same mission, Antonella learns that fate doesn't introduce itself politely. It crashes through the door. Into duty. Into danger. Into a war neither of them intended to start, one that has nothing to do with nations and everything to do with the hearts they guard too fiercely. Because sometimes the fight that matters most is the one you wage quietly against the person who sees you too clearly. And when silence meets ruin... even weapons learn how to feel. ✦ ❋ ✦ ❋ ✦ ❋ ✦

𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂 ━ (adj.) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding. this was no longer her body; someone else's thoughts had obscured her own. fem! reader x jjk various 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄 ━ stalking, murdering, toxic and over possessive behaviors. 𝟏𝟔+ 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

ˋˋ𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲?ˊˊ 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 a random little magician gets caught up in a journey she never expected! But was it truly coincidence, or was fate guiding her steps? As she continue on this path, she will soon uncover the truth she has been yearning for her entire life, one that will change everything-such as erasing her existence from this world. 03/13/25 𝖲𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖬𝖮𝖳𝖮 𝖣𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖷 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱 I wrote this when I was 13...😅😅