AU Where everything is lighter than canon Daigo clan is facing an impending war against their rival, the Asakura. To solve this, Daigo Kagemitsu, the lord of the land, made a truce with a bandit to betroth one of his two sons with the bandit's heiress. Now, the unlikely pair are stuck to work together for their families' benefits.

Freak. Useless. Ugly. Orphan. Murderer. Atropose Richter has been called all of these names and more. She couldn't help it if they were true. But can someone so easily forgive her for her crimes against the wizarding world? WARNING: This book contains sensitive materials, such as suicide, abuse, self harm, and sex. (Cross posted to AO3)

Thranduil, the stern and stoic Elven King hasn't opened his heart since the death of his wife. But the arrival of an Elven Princess let love come flooding back into his life with the ferocity of a tidal wave. Ahnvae has the body of a goddess and the voice of an enchantress. She lit his heart aflame and healed it all at the same time. (I do not own Thranduil or 'The Hobbit' trilogy. I only own the original character and the storyline of this fic) (Smut. Many Smut)

Hisoka can be a little bit... creepy. At least that's everyone's impression of him. But what happens when they find out that Hisoka's got a family waiting for him? Just who is this crazy woman who married Hisoka? And will she put up with his antics for much longer? Changed and edited from xReader to xOC

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*

Princess Lothíriel of Dol Amroth finds her peace of mind disturbed by the arrival of a courier from Rohan. What she does not realize, however, is the fact that this is only the beginning... A tale of carpets, cabbages and cold water.

The kingdom of Mirkwood celebrates the birth of their new princess.

Éomer, King of Rohan, has had many losses in his life; of his family only his sister Éowyn survived the Ring War. So he decides that in the future he will guard his heart better and thus avoid further hurt. However, he also needs to find a wife. Luckily there is an answer to his problem: that wonderful Gondorian invention, a marriage of convenience... A tale of loss, love and limpets.

The year before the Ring War, Princess Lothíriel of Dol Amroth is sent to Rohan by her father to seek shelter from the storm brewing in Mordor. There she meets Éomer, Third Marshal of the Riddermark. Unfortunately they do not hit it off...at first.