When the world ends, Rhea Grimes is ripped away from the one thing that matters most, her family. Alone in a city crawling with the dead, Rhea finds herself responsible for three strangers who now look to her for leadership. Just a teenager herself, she's forced to bury her fear and rely on every survival skill her father ever taught her. Staying alive isn't enough; she has to stay herself. She has to get back. She has to hold on to who she is. But in a world this broken... Can anyone hold on to their humanity? ➢ The Walking Dead Fanfiction ➢ Female oc x male oc (love triangle) ➢ 2026 @ arykrenglef

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

All magic comes with a price. Killian Jones / oc © aquamcnti 2026

Sunday Louise Kincaid never belonged at Hogwarts. Not really. The only daughter of a Kentucky folk-witch and an American soldier stationed in England, Sunday grew up with holler charms, Bible hymns turned to spells, and the drawl of mountain songs in her bones. When her letter arrived on her eleventh birthday, she stepped into a castle of stone and shadows that was never built for a girl like her-an Appalachian witch with dirt under her fingernails and coal in her pocket. For six years she kept her head down. A Hufflepuff with sharp eyes and sharper instincts, Sunday avoided trouble, avoided gossip, avoided Draco Malfoy most of all. Not because she hated him-no, that would have been easy-but because she had always seen something behind his polished sneer. Something dangerous. Something broken. Something she wasn't supposed to touch. Now it's their seventh year. Voldemort has risen. The Carrows rule the school. The halls echo with screams and silence. And Sunday can't avoid Draco Malfoy anymore. He's not the boy she remembers. He's thinner. Paler. His silver eyes hollow, his hands shaking as if carrying a weight too heavy for seventeen. He's marked now-Death Eater-and everyone knows which side he stands on. But when Sunday looks at him, really looks, she sees the truth: he's unraveling. What begins as stolen glances in the library grows into whispered words in the dark. What begins as silence grows into something that feels like salvation. But salvation is dangerous. Forbidden. Impossible. As war bleeds into the walls of Hogwarts, the two of them are pulled into a secret tether of desperation and want. Every step closer is a risk. Every kiss is betrayal. When the final battle comes, Sunday will stand and fight. And Draco will face the question that has haunted him all year: When the smoke clears, will he walk back to the parents who beckon him- or toward the girl who taught him there's more than ashes waiting at the end of the world?

Daella Targaryen the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and his first wife Rhea Royce, born a month before her mother's tragic death. The Bloodlust Princess who was never accepted into any family her father created. No one would understand her hatred toward her father... ...until the first born son of Viserys Targaryen was consumed by her. And the second born son wanted to eradicate her.

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐲." "𝐧𝐨, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which everette hawthorne is the witchy soulmate to a large fraction of the olympic coven. [ ofc x rosalie hale x emmett cullen | ofc x carlisle cullen | ofc x edward cullen | ofc x jasper hale ] [ bella swan x alice cullen ] [ esme cullen x ??? ]

❝ᴏʜ! ʜᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ sᴏ ғᴀʀ!❞ ----- Bad luck accompanies nine-year-old foster child Clara Casterson wherever she travels. She has no idea why she possesses the unnatural ability to make things move without touching them or causing glass to shatter when she cries. After going through seven different homes; all of which ended in the similar manner of her being kicked out, Clara is reassigned to a small city where the sun never shines with a rather alarming foster mother. However, it's also here that she meets one certain family who she's inexplicably drawn to at a disconcerting rate. Can the Cullen clan help unravel the mystery which surrounds Clara Casterson while also giving the young girl the thing she most desires; the love of a family? ----- [ The Twilight Saga Series. ] [ Set eight years after Breaking Dawn. ] [ Adopted by the Cullen's. ]

ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ x ɴᴇɢᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ♱ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐠. ♱ ᴛᴡᴅ ᴀᴜ (ʀɪᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴇꜱ, ᴄᴀʀʟ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴠɪᴏʀꜱ ʀᴇɪɢɴ)

❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 ? _ 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. _ 𝐎𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭. ❞ So, they killed Cassandra first, cause she feared the worst And tried to tell the town So, they filled my cell with snakes, I regret to say Do you believe me now ? Harry Potter Fanfiction Story also published on fanfiction.net and AO3 ━━━━ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

Emma Swan arrives in Storybrooke at the age of twelve after running away from her group home in Boston. Follows the original OUAT storyline a bit but I changed some for the fun of it. I obviously don't own OUAT