Long before Wednesday Addams wrote her name into Nevermore's history, there was another tale whispered through the ivy halls. A boy with a ticking heart. A girl made of lightning. And a love doomed to burn itself out before it could ever be remembered. They say time devours all things. For Isaac Night, time was both his curse and his creation. For me, it was the measure of how long I could hold his hand before fate tore it away. Isaac's eyes burned brighter than the lamps in his workshop, and I should have turned away. Instead, I leaned closer. -Isaac night- Lovers to enemies to lovers...

After a deadly raid leaves her ikran dead and her clan gone, a young Mangkwan girl drifts alone across the ocean on a makeshift raft. Found at the edge of Metkayina waters by Neteyam Sully, she is spared, despite being the enemy. Alone, she learns that strength is not just surviving the fire that tried to consume her. _____•• #1 Neytiri #1 Jack Champion #1 Mangkwan #1 Rotxo #2 afaa Start: 1/1/25 Finish: 2/12/26

She was raised on warnings. Taught that the Na'vi were monsters. Raised to believe Pandora needed to be conquered. Brooklyn Quaritch has only ever known the world as it was told to her- through soldiers' mouths, propaganda screens, and her father's hatred. To her, the Na'vi were the enemy long before she ever set foot on their land. But the forest doesn't lie. When fate pulls her into the path of Neteyam, everything she was taught begins to crack. The stories don't match the people. The monsters have hearts. And the boy she's falling for is everything she was warned against. Caught between blood and belief, loyalty and love, Brooklyn must decide who she really is- and what side of Pandora she's willing to fight for. Because sometimes, the truth isn't taught. It's felt. Neteyam Sully x FEMoc Book 1 of 2 ATWOW

La princesa traidora. Así le llaman a Rhaella Targeryen, hija de Alicent Hightower y el rey Viserys Targeryen. Dicen que traicionó a su misma sangre. Pero nadie cuenta la historia completa. Nadie habla de lo que es crecer sintiendo que no perteneces... ni de lo que se pierde al elegir lo que crees es el lado correcto. Entre coronas, dragones y promesas rotas... hay una pregunta que todos se hacen: ¿Ella en verdad fue la traidora que asesinó a su familia o solo la única que se atrevió a elegir sin importarle las consecuencias?

. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎. ‎ ‎🛕 ‎CARANAM, a ‎𝗮𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿: 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 ‎romance ‎ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ Shayera nunca imaginó que cargar con un destino impuesto significaría también aprender a habitarlo. Junto a Aang, descubre que salvar el mundo no solo requiere equilibrio, sino también valentía para sentir... incluso cuando el fuego quema más cerca del corazón. ❛ Sometimes the role you're given isn't a burden - it's a becoming. ❜ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ZUKO ‎ / ‎ OC! FEM ‎ / ‎ ATLA ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎SEASON 1 ©STARLIEASIA

Born a year after the Realm's Delight, Prince Aerion Targaryen was never meant to inherit the Iron Throne. But the realm has always preferred sons. Cruel where his sister is calculating, merciless where she seeks legitimacy, Aerion grows beside Rhaenyra as her shadow and her sword a dragon hatched of the same fire, but forged in something darker. While lords whisper that he would make the stronger ruler, Aerion's loyalty belongs to one person alone. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, the realm will learn a terrible truth: Rhaenyra may want the crown. But her brother wants the world to burn for her.

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

You love like a dog (you bite like one too) cover by @swannluvr

They weren't supposed to mean anything to each other. A few late nights. A few stolen hours behind closed doors. It should have been easy - and for a while, it was. But you can only hold your breath for so long before something gives. And some fractures don't show until it's already too late to fix them.