Visenya Targaryen was raised in a world where daughters are watched carefully, princes are forgiven easily, and weakness is punished without mercy. The Red Keep is filled with whispers sharp enough to kill, alliances that shift like wildfire, and dragons large enough to cast shadows over kingdoms. As tensions grow within the royal family and the threat of war looms closer over Westeros, Visenya finds herself caught between duty, grief, love, violence, and the parts of herself she no longer recognizes. And in a family built on fire and blood, even love can become a weapon.

She has heterochromatic eyes, a lavender blade, and a heart locked behind a thousand bolts. Nagisa Kaburagi is the Tsuguko of the Snake Hashira-his shadow and his pride. Her life belongs to Iguro Obanai, the man who dragged her out of hell. Her credo is simple: demons are evil, weakness is death. However, the arrival of Tanjiro Kamado shatters her black-and-white world. She must learn that strength is not just the ability to kill, but the courage to protect. This is the story of a girl learning to live again, of a friendship with a hooligan crow and a silent snake, and of how a wisteria flower can bloom even in the coldest of hearts. //I do not own the world of Kimetsu No Yaiba, the rightful owner is Koyoharu Gotouge. This is fanfic, and the only characters I made are the ones introduced in the "OC" chapter//.

Felix Ivanov doesn't need anyone. He's a principal dancer-an omega prodigy who built walls of ice and discipline around himself long before he ever set foot on a stage. When a scandal costs him everything at the most prestigious ballet academy in Russia, he accepts a calculated offer from Golden Hills University in Santa Sierra California looking to buy his prestige with a full scholarship, housing and amenities, as well as provided textbooks. Felix makes a mental vow: He'll dance, he'll win, and he'll strip The Lavrentiev Imperial School of Classical Dance of its prestige. He will make everyone who ever doubted him, regret it. No attachments. No distractions. No Alphas with perfectly symmetrical faces, pheromones like a biohazard, and childish tattoos who think they are going to own him. Kei Matherson has spent years managing a biology so intense that it terrifies him. Born to two Alpha parents, his dual-genes make everything from normal instincts to biological imperatives hit harder than anyone else's-his rut could be labeled category 5 on a hurricane scale, his pheromones were guerilla warfare, and a suppressant dose so high it'd probably tranquilize a horse, his self control is a hard-won discipline forged in the fear of always being too much. He's never met an omega who could keep up with him, and he'd long since given up looking... when a sharp-tongued Russian dancer moves into the apartment next door, Kei is drawn into his gravity-despite the fact that every warning sign screamed that he'd bolt the moment anyone got close enough to really know him. In a world where biology and destiny intertwine, every relationship comes with a price. But some bonds can't be locked away-and some debts aren't meant to be repaid. They're meant to be appreciated.

That's a second generation's season 2. Season one is already completed. In this story is not belongs to only one trope. There is more tropes filled with dark secrets and romance.

Lia Salem only wanted three things at university in Oslo: 🌿 A quiet life with her plants. 🌧️ Snow-drenched peace. 👻 Absolutely zero supernatural drama. Too bad she's a green witch with magic rooted in the earth... and fate has a terrible sense of humor. Enter Alice Cullen-small, sparkly, terrifyingly charming, and definitely not human. Lia recognizes the truth of Alice's existence. Alice, however, has no idea witches even exist. And worse? Alice's visions start showing a future she never expected-one where fate seems to keep pushing her towards Lia. Now there's a jacket hostage situation, midnight phone calls, accidental cuddling during a snowstorm, and one inconvenient fact neither girl can ignore: Sometimes destiny doesn't knock. It crashes into you wearing boots and a nervous smile. A witch trying to avoid her fate. A vampire trying to make sense of it. A future written in leaves, snow, and tangled fingers. Fate is real, and apparently gay.

Olivia- or, preferably, Liv- lands in the world of Baldur's Gate 3, with no prior knowledge of the video game. As far as she's concerned, this is all some sort of elaborate hoax. With some really convincing LARPers. Where exactly in America are we, again?