"You're impossible, Parker." "And you're still talking." "I'm talking because you-" Peter pulled her close and kissed the argument off her lips. Maya froze, then shoved his chest between smooches. "I hate you," she muttered. Peter smiled against her mouth. "You say that a lot." Princess Aarya came to Queens hunting corruption, not a boy. Peter Parker was obsessed with a princess he'd never met, fascinated by Maya Reed, and unaware they were the same girl. What happens when a princess is caught in a spider's web and what happens when Spider-Man has a very pretty problem in his arms

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!OC Is it bad to love your brother's wife when she was first your lover, or is it salvation when the butterfly becomes the butcher? "Call me mad, then; I have seen every world without you, and I would sooner burn them all." Sweet Helaena was made for dreams, not conquest; for moth-wings, murmurs, and hands. Yet when love is caged beneath duty, shame, and marriage vows, even the meekest heart may learn wickedness. And queens may bloom from forbidden desire.

"Perhaps Heaven cast you down because it knew I would spend eternity looking upward for you." "No, Lestat. Perhaps I fell because somewhere below, you were waiting." Once, upon a mountain drowned beneath winter, something fell from Heaven. The snow remembered violet light. The wolves remembered blood. And a mortal boy, already too hungry for life to belong peacefully to it, remembered the face of a woman he could never afterward persuade himself had been an accident. Some loves begin with a glance. Some with a kiss. And some seem to have existed long before the lovers themselves, wandering unseen through creation until, on one bitter winter night, eternity finally places them in each other's path. He was earth reaching defiantly toward Heaven. She was Heaven learning how beautiful the earth could be. Between them would come centuries, blood, music, poetry, sin, divinity, death, and all the terrible questions for which neither angels nor monsters possess answers. But perhaps love was never meant to answer them. Perhaps it was only meant to make eternity worth surviving. For once upon a snowy mountain, beneath a sky that had just lost an angel, Lestat de Lioncourt looked into a stranger's eyes... and felt, for the first time, as though something in the universe had looked back.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 Elara has one problem: her boyfriend keeps dying. Not metaphorically. Luciel Arden - rich, gorgeous, lazy, and possessing the survival instincts of a hamster, was murdered after proposing to her. Then they woke up in high school. Good news? They remember everything. Bad news? His killer, Kael Renier, is their classmate. Now Luciel plans to survive by doing the unthinkable: befriending his murderer. Elara is determined to keep him alive. Unfortunately, every reset makes Kael fall harder for her... and Luciel a little less harmless. Seven lives. Two increasingly unhinged men. One exhausted girlfriend. Please, seriously, don't kill her boyfriend.

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 "I had years to tell her I loved her. I thought silence would keep her safe. All it did was teach her to live without me." - Tony "Come back to me, Serena. Hate me if you need to, but please... forgive me enough to let me love you again." - Stephen Serena has spent her life caught between creation and brilliance, history and possibility. Tony Stark was her first home, her oldest heartbreak. Stephen Strange became the man who dared to choose her openly. But love, when mixed with genius, regret, grief, and obsession, rarely stays gentle for very long.

"Let the realm name her Strong; I shall name her mine, and love the wound they gave her." - Aegon "If all the Seven Kingdoms burned, I would kneel only where her shadow fell." - Aemond Seraphina Velaryon was born between silver and brown, dragonfire and mortal tenderness. Beloved by two princes taught to hate her blood, she becomes their gentlest undoing: Aegon's mercy, Aemond's light, and the silken thread binding a fractured House. Where history promised dragons, grief, and Dance, her love makes another fate bloom. No crown is worth her tears; no throne survives if it breaks her heart again.

"𝙏𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡,𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨." 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐀𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙣, 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚." "𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨!" "𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨?"he whispers. "𝙉𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮." Princess Nadira Corrino was born to inherit the Imperium, liberate Arrakis, and usher in an age untouched by blood. Paul Atreides sees that future. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙩. He will not kneel beside her throne. He will not remain her consort. For his soul-fire, he will murder every bond, extinguish every escape, and become the eternal Spice Emperor. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨.

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 They called Saelyra Targaryen a miracle before they learned miracles could bite. Born beneath green fire, twin to Rhaenyra, she was named queen by a goddess before she could speak. But Saelyra remembers being Lavanya: abandoned by her father, hunted by an empire, and betrayed by promises of love. She did not return to Westeros to save House Targaryen. She returned to rule. She will protect the dragons, break the lords, and turn devotion into obedience. Because Targaryens love like fire consumes. And when every heart begins burning for her, the realm will learn: its queen was always the villain.