Five knives it took to kill Jon Snow. But will five be enough to stop what rises from the flames? Death has changed him, tempered by truth and driven by a fierce need to protect. The boy who was Lord Commander is gone. What returns is something more. Reborn in smoke and fire, Jon does not rise alone. Beside him stands Shireen Baratheon, and with their awakening, dragons return to Westeros. Beyond the Wall, the Others march, bringing the long night with them. In the Riverlands, vengeance stirs. In the South, kings and queens clash for a fragile crown, unaware that the sky itself will soon belong to legends once more. And across the Narrow Sea, another dragon and a wolf yearn for home and for the family they have lost. Fire has returned. So has ice. And the world will not survive unchanged.

"I'm not going anywhere, don't worry" Benimaru said He tucks my hair strands behind my ears which were covering my face He was holding me close to him, making me feel safe with him, my face was on his chest His fingers were running through my hairs making me feel relaxed ㅤ So this is my first time writing something, hope you'll like. 🧡 ⚠️>>>>>>>>⚠️ ≡| Photos used are not mine credits to rightful owner ≡| Contains mature contents further ⚠️>>>>>>>>⚠️

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝔸𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕟, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖. ... "𝓑𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓷𝓸𝔀, 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮'𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮" ... [Disclaimer: This book is for only those above age 16. Rightful ownerships to: DC for their characters; mentions of Jujutsu Kaisen characters to Gege Akutami; artworks and references belong to respective others. I only own the story plot and OCs. Please do not repost, copy or plagiarise my work]. Please note, this is strictly just fanfiction and does not aim to be comic accurate. *This story contains mostly batfam and justice league interactions with love interests, fighting action, shenanigans, and other mature themes. (Yes that means smut too) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Grammar and spelling errors occur. " ✨Everybody makes mistakes ✨" - Hannah Montana Please be prepared for character development. It's a mental thing 💫 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Jason was just feeling okay. He no longer felt like bashing someone's skull in just because they annoyed him just a little too long. Then he found a kid with glowing green eyes that was freezing to the touch. Honestly, he didn't know what he was doing when he took them in. But God be damned if anyone thinks they're just going to take his baby and not see the end of a glowing hot gun barrel. (This is being copied over from my ao3 account, hope you enjoy it!)

Slight crack fic DC BatFam Boys x OC "If you don't know the meaning to your life, then make me that meaning, and use me as the reason to live." - TGCF A system malfunctions leads to an alien being stranded on Earth. Where she sruggles to balance another alien threat and her strange relationship with 5 men in spandex. [Disclaimer: I do not own DC or it's characters. However, I do own this work of fanfiction and thus any OC's and the plot are mine. Please do not use any ideas from this book without my permission] Started: September 2021 Finished: January 2022 No editing: Grammar and spelling are whack af

When a sick child asks to meet a villain (instead of a celebrity or superhero like with most wishes), someone's got to have the guts to track these wanted individuals down. It's not as easy as one would think. And what's there to worry about: they're all big softies anyways... right?

Jason comes home after patrol only to find a kid with dog-ears and a tail on his bed. What was he supposed to do with her? He wasn't exactly kid material.

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered, swallowing hard. He reached out tentatively, his gloved fingers brushing against the infant's cheek. It was ice-cold. The baby's chest rose and fell faintly, each breath a Herculean effort. Beneath the child, the tarp was damp-not with water, but something metallic-smelling and sticky. Blood? Ramirez's stomach twisted. "Dispatch," he whispered hoarsely into his radio, forcing his voice steady. "Officer Ramirez, 9th and Mercer. I need an ambulance. I found an infant. Abandoned. Possible injury." . . "They found a baby in Gotham," Bruce finally said. "Abandoned in an alley. They ran a DNA test... and it matched you." Dick froze, the world around him suddenly quiet, as if the city itself held its breath. "What?" he said sharply, disbelief washing over him. "That's impossible."

The original team was never good. They were raised as Villains; are Villains. Getting annoyed with their masters, the young teens had struck out on their own, running into each other. With more then enough fun, bickering, and over all fighting they settled on a name for their little group. Chaos. And that is what they bring where ever they go. PS: This will be heavy on many triggering subjects. I'll give warnings on chapters for that. Along with Big Sexual parts if any. As for ships. I'll be bouncing around on a lot of them and never really settling on one or another... I think. This is not set in stone. I do not own Young Justice but I'm taking them out for a spin. ^The cover image is not mine. Credit to who ever did it. It is awesome.^

What happens if it wasn't Bruce that Adopts the young orphan Richard Grayson but a three time Father and mercenary Slade Wilson? Who would the young acrobat become under the teaching of one of the most feared mercenary in the world? And who would have ever thought, Slade would have a protective side.