Esther Black would do anything for her boys. James Potter / Original Female Character

Charlotte had a vision of Cousins beach at twilight. Golden waves and a golden boy. The water cool against her skin as the sky began to bleed pinks and oranges. No words. Just his hands, caressing her waist, pinching playfully at her hip. Just his lips, pressed against the side of her head, fighting back his smile. Because Conrad Fisher had to fight everything. - Original Female Character x Conrad Fisher - Exes to Friends to Lovers - Steven Conklin Twin - Belly Conklin Older Sister

Veronica "Vee" Mercer had a plan-a career in the music industry, a fiancé, a future that made sense. Then she walked in on him cheating, and just like that, everything was gone. With no job, no reputation, and no reason to stay sober, she moves to Detroit to crash with her best friend, thinking she'll figure shit out. Instead, she starts drinking too much, partying too hard, and slipping into a world she never thought she'd belong to. She wasn't trying to be a groupie. She swore she'd never be that girl. But after enough bad nights and worse decisions, somehow, that's exactly what she becomes. That's how she meets Marshall. Arrogant. Cold. Completely full of himself. He doesn't do attachments. He doesn't give a fuck. Women are distractions, leeches, nothing but trouble. And Vee? She plays the role-shows up, stays in his bed, but never acts like she needs him. Where other women fall at his feet, she doesn't give a shit. Where others wait on his calls, she ignores them. And suddenly? Marshall's the one losing it. When she's with someone else? He snaps. When she dodges his calls? He spirals. He swears he'd be so much better off without her. So why the fuck can't he let her go? A toxic, addictive push-and-pull love story built on obsession, arrogance, and the one girl who refuses to play by his rules.

She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.

❛ I'm not falling for you. ❜ ❛ Good, because I'm already falling apart. ❜ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭. © shameless us ❪grey's anatomy❫ © exposal ❪2025❫

A Female Percy Jackson and Male Annabeth Chase story. In which Andrew, the runaway son of Batman, fled the chaos of Gotham when the weight of legacy, grief, and expectations became too much - only to be yanked back into the madness he left behind when Percy Jackson plays the ultimate card: "Your lost son is in trouble, so give us your plane." Now Bruce Wayne's private jet is en route to San Diego, carrying three demigods, a brooding billionaire, and a very confused Tim Drake - because when gods and monsters collide with Gotham's elite, things are bound to get complicated.

Fem Percy Jackson as Damian Damian Wayne did not hesitate the night she walked out of her father's house. Not once did she glance over her shoulder. She left without fanfare, without goodbye-only silence trailing behind her like a fading shadow. And now, somehow, impossibly, she was back. Back among the people she had left behind. But now they were just Strangers with familiar eyes. Every gaze was thick with something unsaid, every breath caught between disbelief and heartbreak. She couldn't remember them. How funny. But at least she remembered the name of the Pretty Blond Boy! A WORK IN PROGRESS Random Updates

"i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you i don't wanna think of anything else now that i thought of you i've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night and now i see daylight, i only see daylight." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Stiles Stilinski moves to Forks, Washington to get a break from the supernatural... only to discover a side of it she never knew existed. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [teen wolf x the twilight saga]

You'll love me at once Camp Mum ! Hera Not Canon Complaint Cross-Posted on Ao3 © heartbreakblvd 2025