DEAR COVEY Peter Parker had lost everything. After Doctor Strange's spell, the world forgot Peter Parker ever existed. No friends. No family. No one who remembered the boy behind the mask. He had finally accepted that he was alone. Until a letter arrived. It was addressed to him. Peter Parker. The sender was Lara Jean Covey-a girl Peter had never met, yet somehow, she had noticed him once. Before the spell. Before everyone forgot him. So Peter goes looking for her. Only when he finds her, Lara Jean doesn't remember him. She doesn't remember the boy she once noticed in the hallway. She doesn't remember writing the letter. And she certainly doesn't remember Peter. So Peter makes a decision. If she noticed him once, he'll make her notice him again. But somewhere between stolen glances, unexpected conversations, and falling for the girl behind the letter, Peter starts to realize something terrifying: He isn't trying to make Lara Jean remember him anymore. He's falling for her. And when he finally tells her the truth, Lara Jean has one question- Was she ever enough for Peter to choose her without a letter telling him to?

They taught her to be a lady. Her father taught her to kill. At Ashford, a mystery knight emerges-brutal, relentless, unknown. Aerion Brightflame craves what he cannot name. A lady's defiance. A warrior's violence. Valarr Targaryen offers devotion to a woman hiding a blade behind her smile. When the truth bleeds through, the game changes. Some crowns are given. Some are taken. Hers will be earned in blood and steel.

You thought he was dead, the police thought he was dead, everyone thought he was dead, and it was your fault. You had only ever wanted to belong. You wanted friends, you wanted to be cared about, and you found that. Only, you found it in a cult that spat you out and left you to fend for yourself, just as they had to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

Daeron sighs softly, his gaze drifting somewhere distant. "I've seen you in my dreams." "Fair enough," Elllia replies, allowing a small smile. "You've always been one of mine." Daeron Targaryen has always been Ellia Stark's dream ever since she met him. - This written in 1st POV of the main female character, Ellia Stark. Disclaimer: I do not own A Song of Ice and Fire, Tales of Dunk and Egg, or any of the canon characters. All rights belong to George R.R. Martin. I only own the original characters and the twists in this specific plot. No profit is being made from this work.

To save a realm and the princes within it. Irina was never meant to live the story until Westeros took her. Reborn into a place she was never meant to exist and with a name that replaces another. Armed with her knowledge and a book that rewrites itself with every choice she makes, she realizes she has been given a purpose: to change the fate of a kingdom written in tragedy. To stop Baelor Breakspear's death. Prince Valarr, golden and composed, who looks at her as though she belongs beside him. And another, Prince Aerion, who remembers the moment she dared to touch him. Irina was brought to Westeros to fix a story. And the more events she changed, the less the world follows what she knows.

Lady Solyra Vaith was raised to understand duty. As the betrothed of a Targaryen prince, she knows the role she is expected to play: graceful, loyal, and unquestioning. But court is a dangerous place, and survival often requires softer weapons than swords. Caught between obligation and a love she was never meant to find, Solyra learns that kindness can be mistaken for devotion, silence can become a shield, and some hearts refuse to belong where they are promised. In a world of dragons, pride, and possession, the greatest act of defiance may simply be choosing whom to love.

blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. fire and blood / house of the dragon. ormund hightower / female original character.

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗨𝗦❜ ❫ ─── ❝ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 ❞ ' 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 ' ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ | ❝ IF THE 𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡 LOVES 𝘠𝘖𝘜, WHY 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘙𝘠 ABOUT THE 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙎?❞ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾｡･:*:･ﾟ. ༻✦༺. ͙⁺˚*･༓☾｡･:*:･ﾟ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . a shapeshifter imprints on a human girl, who was only visiting 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀, 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻 to see her friend. status ON HIATUS as of JANUARY of 2026 embry call x oc new moon - breaking dawn pt2 ©️ carme1awrites