in which the dark lords daughter finds herself in a love triangle sequel of The Devil in Disguise TR fanfic

【𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐌】 ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪᴛ's ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sʟᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴊᴀᴍ ɢᴏɪɴ' ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴊᴀᴍ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ At the edge of reality stands a woman. In her grasp: pure cosmic power─every star, every mystery, every infinite possibility. She is the beginning and the end. The creator and the destroyer. A force of a woman with universes in her veins and hell on her tongue. With that much power, following the rules becomes... inconvenient. But breaking them? Oh, that's where her fun begins. And playing the Space Jam? Too damn easy. Then there's that weird British alien hero-guy. Most people just call him the Doctor. Brilliant, infuriating, heartbreakingly kind. An old madman with a funny ole box who's spent almost all his lifetimes trying to keep others at an arms distance and running toward danger. But somehow, he finds himself sprinting after her. Because he's never been able to resist a bad girl. Especially one who holds more power than she knows what to do with. But, that's a lie. She knows exactly what she's going to do with all that power. It'll be the grandest of all grand slams. The funniest of all funny jokes. The craziest of all crazy ploys. The biggest win in all of time and space. She'll tear down the entire fucking system. And she would LOVE to see someone stupid enough to try and stop her. ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ ✶ ▂ 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜! ᴛᴇɴᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ x ᴏᴄ ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ x ᴏᴄ

Cassandra Oracle is a scientist. She calculates probabilities, maps out the differentials and keeps her findings to the fourth decimal point at least, in order to ensure accuracy. But when she gets accidentally transported to a universe she thought fiction (thanks to the machine. she'd been working on), with a head-full of foreknowledge she shouldn't have about events to come. (thanks to her obsessions with a certain TV show), she realises that some things will never be explained neatly and precisely. And mostly, that mad men in tie-travelling blue boxes really can make your dreams come true.

Caramillia Jonicale had always believed she was the last of her kind. The last of a great race, known as the Timelords. At least, that's what she used to believe. After running into the Doctor while tracking down a pack of Weeping Angels, the two have since been inseparable. Join the Doctor and Caramillia as they continue their journey in this soul shaking sequel, In And Through The Body.

Caramillia Jonicale, the last female Timelord among existence. After reaching Earth in a status bubble that kept her safe, with a stolen vortex manipulator melted into her skin after crashing into the 1800s on Earths surface, Caramillia Jonicale finds herself saving the Earth from all and any alien invasions. From Daleks, Cybermen, and Weeping Angels, Caramillia always seems to have her hands full. Until one day she runs into a man and his Posh Blonde friend who he called Rose. Who turns out to be another living, breathing, talking Timelord. The Doctor.

Delilah; "Kindness, Feminine Beauty and Grace." Delilah Mae Roux, a soft spoken and gentle girl whose favourite place to be is written in the pages of a book, wishing for the worlds created to be true. Delilah Mae grew up with many hardships in life. After losing her family at an early age, Delilah Mae is sent to live with her mémé in Lead-worth, England. She is homeschooled until her mémé's passing, where she is sent to an orphanage and becomes best friends with Amelia Pond. On Delilah's 18th birthday a torturous sensation erupts on her inner left wrist, only to reveal a strange tattoo detailing the stars. Soulmate au. Doctor Who Fanfic. I do not have rights to the Doctor Who franchise, characters or plot lines. I only own Delilah Mae Roux and her story. #1 in eleventhdoctor (06/06/21) #1 in doctorwhofanfiction (08/08/21)

No one but you see your soulmate mark. Not unless your soulmate touches it, and even then, it only glows for a moment. Most consider that a blessing, but Marinette would say it's a blessed curse. Because how was she supposed to find the boy who left a black cat mark on her hand fifteen years ago in the city that wasn't even located in France? So when she finds a model flaunting the mark she put on him all those years back in a magazine, she has hope for a moment. That is until she notices the article discuss his imminent engagement to someone else.

A girl who is dangerously lionhearted knows there's something twisted about the boy everyone else loves A boy who can't help but make all the wrong choices finds there's many unordinary things to the girl no one thinks of as anything unordinary

"I would challenge death himself if it meant I could spend forever with you." Harry Potter dead. The wizarding world lost. Lyra was sent back with the goal of ending the boy who would one day become Voldemort and create catastrophe in the wizarding world. But what happens when her memories of his true identity become lost upon her arrival to the past? Would she be able to recover them just in time... ...or was it already too late? | Completed | {To be blunt the first few chapters are not to my liking, I started writing this for fun but then became really invested into it after a few chapters.}