𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓. For thirteen years, Prince Baelor Targaryen has played the perfect prince-stoic, dutiful, and untouched by scandal. Until the gates of the Red Keep opened, and Princess Daena returned. She was no longer the child he remembered, but a woman whose silver-gold beauty commands the attention of every lord in the hall. Their shared glances turn into a dangerous, forbidden fire. Baelor knows that loving her is a betrayal of his blood and his duty-a choice that could shatter the very family he is meant to protect. But as the spring air thickens with unspoken vows, the Prince of the Realm realizes that even a legend is only a man And even Baelor as the future king would burn his kingdom down for one more stolen hour in Daena's arms.

❛ she knew what she wanted, she knew how she wanted it, and so she took it. not violently, but quietly, calmly. ❜ [AKOTSK] [LYONEL BARATHEON/OC]

In times of uncertainty, survival depends on measured, deliberate choices-the kind that decide between ruin and triumph. House Targaryen was no longer at the height of its power; with the loss of their dragons, they seemed less like gods among men and more like rulers stripped of divine favor. King Daeron II understood that the loyalty of the great houses could no longer be secured through fear alone, but through carefully woven alliances that bound them to King's Landing. Alara Tyrell, renowned throughout the Seven Kingdoms for her beauty and gentle heart, became an obvious choice. A union blessed by both the Targaryen king and his Dornish queen promised to tether the Reach to the Iron Throne. Yet one question lingered beneath the pageantry: was it truly possible for the delicate peony of Westeros not to wither-or worse, burn-beneath the iron will of the king's fourth son, a man forged in fire and expectation?

Rhaenys Targaryen lives. Taken North by Ned Stark and guarded by a disgraced knight who chose honor over crown and his father, the last Targaryen princess is raised beneath snow heavy skies, loved as one of Winterfell's own. Hidden from the realm, she becomes the North's quiet secret-its Northern Sun. When Robert Baratheon dies and war tears the Seven Kingdoms apart, her survival changes everything. As Robb Stark rises as King in the North, friendship turns to love and a forgotten claim threatens to reshape the fate of the realm.

Eleanora Amedeo is the youngest first-year intern to grace the halls of Seattle Grace. Too kind for her own good and with an innocent view of the harsh reality she lives in, Eleanora has a lot to learn and see before becoming the surgeon she always dreamed of. DISCLAIMER This is a reupload I did not write this story the original author deleted their account and I love this story so I'm reuploading it. If the author ever messages me and wants this deleted I will. Also this story is technically discontinued.

What else can my hands do with the blood? THE PITT / FEM!OC © ASTRXIDS , 2025

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.

Estelle Beaumont just wanted a peaceful hike on her last day of vacation. Instead, one ill-starred moment of curiosity leaves her miraculously stranded in the fictional world of Prythian--a faerie realm full of ruthless court drama, rampant misogyny, and enough deadly magic to keep anyone up at night. Armed with foreknowledge that's only helpful when it isn't actively trying to get her killed, Estelle quickly discovers that living through the story of ACOTAR is far less fun and far more perilous when it's her own basic-ass, untrained mortal life on the line. Her plan is simple: keep her hands off of the plot and survive long enough to find a way back to the family and love she left behind. But the so-called "Mother" clearly has other plans for Estelle, forcing her to confront an unsettling truth--that her role here in Prythian might be far greater than that of a passive observer. As Estelle reluctantly abandons her original plan, uneasy alliances form, old wounds reopen, and fractured trust begins to mend. Love, loss, and scars of the past converge as Estelle slowly starts to see that the family she thought she'd lost might take a new shape, and that the life she left behind might be the only reason she's prepared for the fight ahead. But the cost of shaping Prythian's future--and her own--might be greater than she can bear. After all, it's a future that was never meant to be hers to begin with. And this is all that damned Cauldron's fault... ☆⊱──────⊰ ☽✧☾ ⊱──────⊰☆ A/N: Warning: This fanfiction is purely self-indulgent, with long-winded introspection and a major, major slowburn romance. Read at your own risk lol. Also if you don't like self-insert/iseki like tropes were an original character who read the books ends up in the fictional world as the new main character, you might want to skip this. Somethings will stay very familiar, others will diverge completely, and I plan to add extra world building along the way.

'𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿.' In which Anastasia Von Blyssen returns to Forks. contents: twilight ✔ new moon: ✔ eclipse: ✔ breaking dawn: november-??? DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT IN ANY WAY OWN THE TWILIGHT SAGA, I ONLY OWN MY OC'S AND ANY CHARACTERS NOT RECOGNISED FROM THE ORIGINAL SAGA, THOSE RIGHTS BELONG TO STEPHANIE MYERS.

An ancient hybrid. A lonely vampire. Both legends and myths in their own way. Cursed with eternal life. Bound together by fate. DEVINA ST. JAMES. Born a witch, tragically turned into a blood sucking monster that can blend into the world of their own prey and predators. The one and only of her kind, a witch-vampire hybrid. CARLISLE CULLEN. Son of an Angelican Pastor. Damned to life of eternity as the very being his father spent his life hunting, even to his very last breath. Both creatures detest what they've turned into yet has found their own ways to cope with eternity. Living amongst the mortals. Doing their best to blend in, keep their true natures hidden, and make up for past mistakes. Their paths woven together by ancient fate that intertwines two individuals' lives together, lasting till the end of both their existence. ───── A Twilight Saga Fanfiction ────────── ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ────────── ‼️ WARNINGS ‼️ age gap offensive language violent scenes possible sexual content ────────── ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ────────── current status : ONGOING ────────── ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ────────── DISCLAIMER ❗️ - I do NOT own the Twilight Saga nor any of the characters from the Saga itself - I own Devina St. James, Hendrick Baldassare, and their storylines, and the plot of this story as it happens before any of the events of the Twilight Saga.