"Prince Oberyn." "I see my reputation precedes me." "Well, I would be a fool not to recognize the man who has fucked half of Westeros." "A fool you are not, it appears. Nonetheless, I confess it is good to be known," he told her as he grabbed a goblet of wine from a nearby servant's tray and brought it to his lips. "As you know who I am, might I enquire after your identity, my lady?" Ilyn took the wine goblet from his hand and stared up at him from over the glass with large doe eyes as she answered innocently, "The woman who has fucked the other half." [oberyn martell x oc] [game of thrones season 4] started: may 14, 2021 completed: august 14, 2021 Cover art credit: beautifmind Note: there will be some minor timeline changes, and characters who died in the show may or may not die.

"Crowns topple easily. Thrones crumble like dust. Hearts cease to beat. Thorns draw blood." In a country torn into two, there should have been no room for mistakes. Especially not at the very core of the royal family. That was what she was. Yes, a Lantsov but a witch. Bloodletter. Grisha. In the darkness he longs for the country that had been his home for a great many years. A country that had branded him a heretic, a monster driven by greed, a traitor. Even in hiding, he yearns and yearns. For what, he did not know. But he soon will. A stain of red in an otherwise pristine white cloth. Either cut it out or cut yourself. ▪︎•▪︎•▪︎• The events of this book take place generations prior to Shadow and Bone. A few generations after the Fold was created. (Based on the books from the Grishaverse)

Y/N moves to New Orleans and crosses path with our favorite Original. I do NOT authorize any of my work to be translated or re-shared off of Tumblr (IE: Wattpad, AO3, etc)

Emie has given up trying to find "the One." She's been on terrible date after terrible date. Living in LA has exposed her to a torrent of fake personalities and ridiculous actors. Her famous older sister, Lucia, is determined to help her find the right guy. Enter Tom, who Emie calls a "douchebag" and rails him for his "horrible British accent" the first time they meet. So, he may not be "the One" for her... But then, on a long trip to a tropical paradise for Lucia's wedding, Emie finds that maybe her expectations and assumptions were all wrong. All she needs to do is open her eyes and jump. For the love.

In which the 13th Commander of the Scouting Legion and his right hand woman both strive to reach their dreams in their titan-infested world, where the odds are definitely not in their favor. A story where friendships are formed, sacrifices are made, death is inevitable, and love is unchangeable. 𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍: ❝𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚: 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒏❞ . . ATTACK ON TITAN FANFIC | ERWIN × OC Story takes place from Erwin's childhood years up until the canon storyline DISCLAIMER: This is only a fan work fiction made from Attack On Titan; I only own the ocs and extra plots. I also do not own the pictures used. Date published: December 24, 2020 Date completed: January 21, 2022

Delilah has never truly had a good relationship with anyone. Her father had made it no secret that he did not want her and had not paid her any care, her brother had never been around, and unless you counted Lady Danbury, she would not consider she had any friends. So, how shall she cope when she is thrown into the lion's den of the ton, and attracts the attention of none other than the Bridgertons? Shall her immediate interest in Anthony lead to a happy ending, or is there an unexpected romance around the corner? Anthony Bridgerton x OC Benedict Bridgerton x OC

"𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖." Peaches is a Featherington, and like her brash and horribly dressed sisters, she is to be thrown to the lions of the ton for this season's marriage market. She does not wish to find love or romance or to marry. So she is shocked when she finds she cannot resist no other than the second born Bridgerton. Benedict x OC Completed! 50,000 words Best ratings: #1 in Bridgerton, #1 in BenedictBridgerton Hope you enjoy 💗 Characters and overarching story do not belong to me! OC characters and storylines only. Some bits of the series have been changed to better fit with my story so not 100% accurate to the TV show or the books! The ages are a little inconsistent too and I apologise for that... In line with Quinn's books, Peaches would be about 15 - I imagine her around 22. I don't condone relationships with minors! I didn't really think anyone would read my book, so I didn't focus too much on ages being accurate to the original books! It's my first fic and I've made some mistakes but please stick with me! <3

Winner of @The_Dead_Room's Walking Dead Awards in the Best Post-Apocalyptic Story category! When cerulean eyes met molten amber, Daphne felt drunk on him. The combination of adrenaline and his utter maleness was heady, and she took in his slicked dark hair and salt and pepper beard with a ragged breath. He smelled like leather and cigars and paradise and she wanted to squirm from the heat. Best rankings: #1 in #negan, #1 in #jeffreydeanmorgan, #4 in #thewalkingdead &lt;3 [NeganXOC] [Up to end of S7 semi-canon compliant] Warnings: Violence, coarse language, graphic sex scenes Photo credits to AMC.

"And who might you be?" His dark eyes darted back and forth between her blue ones, unreadable yet searching and she barely suppressed a shiver. She knew the question was a formality, his tone indicated he knew who she was. At the very least, he knew what she was. "Andy." "Andy." Her name rolled off his tongue, slowly, as if he was savoring the taste. He could have very well been, her heart was pumping very quickly, the scent carrying her fear. "How charming... my name rare one, is Elijah Mikaelson." ********* Ranking as of 12/15/19 #4 for #Mikaelson As of 2/16/20 #1 for #Salvatore As of 01/26/20 #3 for #Gilbert As of 2/12/20 #8 for #Elijah As of 4/27/20 #1 for #damonsalvatore

"You know, you always seemed like a...market tested kinda thing. Big gun, tasteful scar. Locked in your little cycle like a prized poodle after its own tail." It was true. Hector Escaton had been built to serve a very specific role in Westworld: Poster-boy Desperado. He was violent, aloof, and a main attraction. Aside from the odd blacklisted exchange, he faithfully stuck to his role, driven by a cliché romantic backstory and a reckless thirst for chaos. He was the last host anyone expected to discover the maze. Until he met a human rights lawyer from Los Angeles with a penchant for pulling strings. "Hector, do you believe that myth you told Maeve? The one about the people who walk between worlds?"