WellDoneBeca

George Weasley had no problem with crushes. Really, he was confident enough when he had a crush and always acted on them, but as much as he considered himself somehow nice with women, Cassiopeia… Well, Cassiopeia was definitely a completely different territory.

As an immortal being, Hadassa never felt any need of getting involved with anyone. Even as an Omega, her suppressants were enough to protect her from Alphas around. Getting involved with Bucky happened so slowly she barely saw it coming. Maybe she could have been happy together, mate and be one of those modern couples that worked side to side and brought their pups along, but life wasn’t a dream. She lost him just like she had lost everyone else before, moved on and lived her life. The decade ended, and soon the century and the millennium just as well. She found love again, and never expected to see him nearly 70 years later, just as young as the last time she had lied eyes on his face, but a completely different man. (This story has several chapters and volumes. It starts in 1945 and ends in 2020. This is a long ride, with a love triangle in its literal sense, prophecies, Omegaverse shenanigans and an eventual happy ending.).

After a rough hunt, Sam and Dean decide it is time to stop beating around the bush with Cassandra, and their sexual tension finally goes somewhere.

Jack’s best friend is an 18-year-old vixen who has been teasing Sam non-stop for the whole weekend. One night, he snaps. She'll make such a good mommy for his babies, she'll see. He just needs to steer her a little in the right direction. All she needs is a little discipline to take her to the right path. (Told by Sam's POV. MC is written as "you")

You always considered yourself a peaceful person, a copy of your father in serenity, honour and responsibility. When a decision of his shatters your world, you are driven into a secret relationship with Oberyn, Prince of Dorne. None of you knew something so small would have such great consequences that would change your lives. A.k.a.: Tired of not living for yourself and to avoid a forced marriage, you run away with Oberyn to Dorne.

Leo Marfont, true king of Plaenia, has recently reclaimed the throne of his mother's country after it was usurped from his grandparents. Coraline Blackhall has been raised and trained by her grandfather, the Usurper himself, to inherit his crown on the occasion of his death. She has convinced herself her seduction of him was only for her to be seated as the Queen she was meant to be. He has convinced himself that he has brought peace to his kingdom by bringing her and her people to his side. They're both hiding from the true feelings behind those lies. They're both afraid of what they might mean, because neither knows if they can survive it.

When they had gotten married, Sansa didn’t know what to expect from Podrick. At 22 and two years into her reign, she wasn’t the innocent maiden she’d once been, and everything she knew of laying with a man was the pain Ramsay enjoyed inflicting her. Her new husband – the one she had chosen to marry when it became clear the lords wouldn’t be calmed without an assurance of a Stark heir for the North – wasn’t like any of the others that came before him. They were both there by their own choice, and he knew better than to wish her to fully love him, but made his mission to love her and their children the best he could and to make her feel like in heaven every single day. Still, even after 8 happy years with Podrick, Sansa can’t help but think what could have been if Jon hadn’t left her. When he comes to the celebration of the 10th year of her reign, some feelings that had been long buried come to surface once again.

Tragedy had followed Ben and Rey close behind since their first lives. From the worlds that had been long forgotten to phantasmal galaxies that would live on forever in the stars. No matter where, they would find each other and collide in the entanglement of their undeniable love, only to be forced apart like a dying star. The world would see to them fated, but never truly to be. The worlds of magic and space are long gone, but that would not stop them from finding one another again. Exegol, England, Verona… They’d been through enough, lost one another too many times. Nothing was going to tear them apart now.