Eloise Potter was at the end of her fifth year at Hogwarts when the ministry accepted the truth that Voldemort was back. It had taken them a year. A year Voldemort had to prepare and rally his followers. A Year that Eloise, The Order, and The Ministry didn't have. However, it became clear that even with that extra year, Voldemort wasn't prepared enough. The Order and The Ministry didn't want to deal with a desperate dark Lord. Lord Voldemort didn't want to lose. So in the fall of Eloise's sixth year a peace summit was held. The only requirement that Voldemort or rather Tom Riddle, gave for his surrender was that they give Eloise's hand in marriage to him.

Bread, grass, and rose. Plain, common, and uselessly fragile. The girl Solin was, who loved Aurik from the moment she met him, died when she heard his description of her. A new woman rose from the ashes. Two years later, Solin returns to the city of Tibalt, where the high society of the Kingdom of Aivieria gathers during the autumn, winter, and spring seasons. Widowed and carrying the knowledge that she will likely discover the mark of her mate within a year, Solin intends to use her last few months of freedom to enjoy herself before she settles down. The escort she chooses for her new, excitingly wild life? King Aurik, the man who ended her old one. And he's certainly not enjoying himself (ask Solin if she cares). It's about time the world was reminded that roses have thorns.

"What did I fucking tell you about lying?" He spanked me again, harder this time. "I warned you what would happen if you teased me again. You were doing so well. Why do you enjoy disobeying me?" he snarled. I gulped, shaking my head slightly to myself. "I asked you a fucking question, Sierra." There was no way out of this one; I was toast. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This book contains sexual content and a dominant/submissive relationship. Reader discretion is advised.

When Percy Jackson steps into Camp Half-Blood, he expects monsters and gods. He doesn't expect Cabin 7 to defy the ancient traditions, nor does he expect a god who actually answers his children's prayers. Apollo is not the arrogant deity the myths described. He is a father who lingers in the shadows of the camp, a protector who whispers through golden luck, and a player in a divine game of politics that even Zeus fears to interrupt. As Percy is drawn into Apollo's golden orbit, he begins to see the cracks in the Olympus he thought he knew. Through dreams of a forgotten past and a bond that defies the laws of gods and men, Percy realizes one thing: The myths were a lie. The truth is much more dangerous.

Penelope "Percy" Jackson was supposed to be celebrated-the first daughter of Poseidon, destined for a crown that only she could wear. But when a new girl claims to be the firstborn, chaos erupts. Suddenly, strange accidents, whispers, and betrayals are all pinned on Percy. Even those she loves most-Apollo, her father, and friends at camp-begin to turn their backs. Exiled and alone, Percy finds refuge in the most unlikely place: an island raised by Gaea herself, Ithaca, where friends from every pantheon-and even the dead-gather to protect her. But life isn't done testing her. As she discovers a new miracle growing inside her, Percy must rise stronger than ever. Years later, when the crown is finally ready for the "first daughter," it refuses to be claimed. Percy's children-triplets destined for greatness-are the key. Odysseus, Jason, and Pallas are born into a world of gods, monsters, and destinies, and their mother will stop at nothing to keep them safe.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣?" "..𝐌𝐡𝐦.." "𝙏𝙘𝙝.. 𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧." ---- In their third year at U.A., everything is supposed to be loud-explosions, training, expectations, futures rushing toward them at full speed. But for Bakugo Katsuki and you, love settles in quietly. Your quirk, Sonic Blast, burns through body heat as fuel-leaving you exhausted, buzzing, or cold when you push too far. Bakugo doesn't like being touched. He never has. But somehow, somewhere between late-night training sessions, accidental hand-holding, and slow, careful trust, he becomes your safest source of warmth. You don't kiss right away. You don't rush. You learn each other instead. What starts as a practical solution becomes a routine. What becomes a routine turns into something neither of you is willing to give up. And when graduation looms, when dorm doors close and futures split open wide, Bakugo makes a choice-quiet, impulsive, terrifying in its honesty. He doesn't know what comes next. But he knows he wants you there. 🥇 Bakugo 04/01/26 🥇 Bakugou 05/01/26 🥇 Bnha 07/01/26

(PJO rtb) Leia Jackson had won. The battle against Gaea had ended. But there was so much more lost. And the fates had decided that what she'd gone through wasn't enough. They decided to send her and her two lovers to the past. But it wasn't her past. They sent her somewhere else. A different time and universe entirely. They were brought to camp half blood. A few weeks after the titan war. But instead of a daughter, Poseidon had a son. And it wasn't told that they along with the rest of camp had to witness her journey to help their future. To save the lives of their demigods. Leaving Leia's friends the way they were. As an example of what's to come. But the thing is...their lives weren't entirely the same. Athena x Artemis x Leia This is going to be a poly relationship fic!! It was also suggested by a follower. So thank you for that. :) Disclaimer!! I do not own the PJO universe! Only my Oc's story and plot. 🥇: seeweedbrain #5 olympus

After a long gruelling search a missing child is finally found. It's worse than they expected.

A silver key hangs from a crow's neck. Mother Miranda has promised a reward beyond anyone's imagination to whoever delivers the key to her. The village is set on the key, and Maeve is set on finishing her bread. When Miranda's crow keeps visiting Maeve and doesn't come back when called, curiosity gets the better of the priestess. (This is on Ao3 as well. This is my work, I'm posting on both here and there.)

Fawn, the quiet assistant of the Duke, accompanies him during a trade visit to Castle Dimitrescu. Small, polite, and visibly vulnerable especially with her paralyzed arm she immediately catches the attention of Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters. At first, the daughters treat the girl as little more than entertainment, testing her obedience, patience, and composure. They expect fear, resistance, or defiance but Fawn gives none. Instead, she responds with quiet respect and unwavering politeness, even when frightened. Lady Dimitrescu watches carefully. Beneath the girl's calm demeanor she senses something deeper: trauma, discipline, and a strange fragility that refuses to break. As the Duke's visits continue, Fawn spends more time inside the castle. Slowly, the daughters' curiosity turns into protectiveness, though they would never admit it aloud.