❝I'm scared of the love I have for you. Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it.❞ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒄 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 ➤ 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ➤ 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎 𝑶𝑪 ➤ 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 4 - 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 9 © 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲 〔𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂〕

Don't wear that crown forever. Robin Buckley x fem!Harrington!oc Seasons 3-5

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

In Greek mythology, Cassandra of Troy was born with an extraordinary gift of foresight. The future called to her, but the present mistreated her. Her only flaw was that she could not control it. However, she had been subjected to another curse, one that appealed to both men and gods alike. Cassandra was beautiful. Some compared her to Aphrodite, while others simply desired her in envious silence. And then she was condemned. The day Apollo laid eyes on her, the ink had already dried on the paper. He craved her. She wanted to learn discipline. He taught it to her, and when the time came to make the transaction, she stepped back. A symbolic no that had cursed her. No one would listen to her predictions anymore, no man would follow her wise advice, and all men would die. Cassandra Hasen had never had time to ask her mother why she had chosen to name her that. As the years went by, she felt more and more that this name was disastrous for her. Despite the science, the knowledge she strove to acquire and develop, men seemed deaf to her.Or perhaps there had never been any curse. Perhaps the answer to her indignation was obvious, simple but painful. Her status as a woman limited her in the world of the Roaring Twenties. Her gender shaped her ambition without her having the right to say a word. Cassandra Hasen only asked to be heard, because she was convinced of one thing. She was brilliant. She just needed someone to notice. Peaky Blinders: season 2

So mad at the gods because you're all I wanted. PRINCE BAELOR TARGARYEN / FEM!OC a knight of the seven kingdoms, s.1

𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴... 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Hades Addams and Persephone Ambrose return to the halls of Nevermore, but not everything is as it was before. With new teachers, new enemies and new powers to contend with, how long will it be before blood begins to spill? oc x oc!addams wednesday season two sequel to POMEGRANATE @madebyrach , 2025

[[ EDITING; 20/12/25 - XX/XX/XX ]] In a town where silence weighs heavier than secrets, a girl who bends with every storm collides with a boy who refuses to bow. Her creed is to take the world as it comes; his is to fight until his fists break. Between cigarettes on porches, crowded rooms too small for restless hearts, and nights thick with words left unsaid, they circle one another- acceptance against defiance, surrender against rage. And somewhere between the blows and the silences, something fragile, furious, and inevitable takes root. In other words, Paul met his equal match, and June is not letting him rattle her. 🍅 Slowburn. Character development. Enemies to lovers. Soft love. Paul Lahote x Fem!oc Set vaguely during the New Moon.

In the deceptive peace of post-war England in 1919, Nera Shelby lives between two worlds. As a member of the infamous Shelby family, she is inseparably bound to a life shaped by power, secrets, and violence. Yet Nera herself longs for something different: for quiet, for normalcy - for a life not constantly lived in the shadow of fear and loyalty. She loves art and beauty in a world marked by dirt and blood. She finds comfort among horses, in their calm and honesty, far removed from the intrigues that surround her family. With her attentive, warm nature, Nera tries to preserve humanity even where there seems to be little room left for it. As political tensions, government interference, and criminal power struggles increasingly destabilize the Shelbys' world, Nera is drawn deeper into a conflict she never sought. Caught between family and self-determination, duty and freedom, truth and silence, she must find her own path. In a world built on secrets, even the desire for normality can become dangerous. And sometimes, gentleness is the greatest form of resistance. ༺═───────────────────═༻ 1 - #shelbyfamily 1- #pb 1 - #bbc 1 - #1920s

-ˏˋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴅ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ.ˊˎ- Elodie Price had never heard the soft breeze of the wind or the sound of birds singing in the trees. After losing her older brother and her mother, the world had become grey. Ten years old, and already the universe had stripped her of everything. She couldn't see any reason to keep moving, no one to protect her. The Walkers would find her soon enough. With her hearing loss, she wouldn't even hear them coming. She could barely hear the world screaming around her. Her mother had always been harsh - never quite satisfied with anything Elodie did - and her brother distant. The little bits of love that trickled through, the faint scraps of affection, always seemed to slip through her fingers like water. She didn't belong. Not to them, not to anyone. So when she had come to the conclusion that maybe it was her turn to go, she never expected anyone to care. She never expected anyone to save her. Certainly not someone like Daryl Dixon. 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰; ©𝙙𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝙛𝙚𝙗. 𝟭𝟮 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: - updates set in season 5 (the earlier chapters truly suck in my opinion, so once you get to like chapter 10 or so it gets better :,P) DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Walking Dead, or its storyline. I only own my orignal characters.

At the end of the day, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘴 ✶ It's the end of the world, but at least we're together. In which a young doctor tries to survive the zombie apocalypse Or, in which Tallulah Baird finds a family, even as the world ends. Daryl Dixon x f!oc The Walking Dead © noellelore '25