The winds of war howl across the realm, their icy breath whispering tales of betrayal and blood. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight, has been cruelly cast from her rightful throne, her crown sullied by the treachery of the Hightowers of Oldtown. A usurper sits the Iron Throne, a pretender clad in green, while the true Queen's black banners rise in defiance. Across the Seven Kingdoms, dragons soar as messengers of vengeance, calling loyal houses to arms, their shadows darkening the lands below. Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of the Queen, stands on the precipice of manhood, his heart burdened with duty and fire. He knows his role well - a prince, a dragonrider, and a weapon forged for his mother's cause. Mounted upon Vermax, his emerald-scaled fury, Jacaerys is among the first to take wing. His destination: the North, where the cold bites deeper than the sharpest blade. To Winterfell he flies to snow-laden halls and Stark hospitality, seeking swords and oaths to bolster his Queen's claim. You have lived your life beneath the gray skies and towering walls of Winterfell. The North is in your blood - its frozen forests, its relentless winds, its unyielding ice. Here, amid the frigid stone and hearthfires, you have found a sanctuary of warmth and family, shared with your young sister and the half-brother who watches over you like a wolf to its pack. But when the dragon descends from the heavens, bearing fire and war upon its back, the North you know will not be the only thing to feel the pangs of war. You will never be the same. In which [Y/N] Stark is the younger half-sister to Cregan Stark. Story begins upon Jacaerys's visit to the Wall. Tried to keep physical descriptions vague (for all my lovely poc readers!) and as minimal use of [Y/N] as I could get away with... Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same name Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon, canon divergence, alternate ending (blacks win, jace survives)

"I can't sleep." I answered, embarrassedly while looking down and I heard his footstep approach me. He grasped my chin with his fingers and then he tilted my head so my eyes would meet his. His grey eyes were soft and gentle and he had a small smile on his face. "Do you want to in sleep here instead, darling?" He asked and I nodded my head. "Come on then." He said and then bend down to pick me up once again to carry me in his room. - Hyacinth Vernon was living a simple life while owning her own art studio. She loved to teach little kids how to create art which was why she volunteered to visit the elementary school near her studio to teach more kids who couldn't afford lessons at her studio. One day, one of the teachers invited her out to join them for dinner and there she meets Roger, a man who changed her life beyond her imagination-and not the way she thought he would.

[ SEQUEL TO 'Hell on Earth' ] That fateful reunion a thousand years later... Don't let it end there. |-~•~-| "Why is it that after so many years, you're still terrible at jujutsu?" "Hey! I'm trying." |-~•~-| Jujutsu Kaisen does not belong to me :) Any pictures used belongs to their rightful owners. *The picture in chapter 12.5 belongs to @Kittyqueendrama88 The reader in this story will be referred to she/her. |-~•~-| START: 2 - 6 - 21 END: 4 - 4 - 21

[ PREQUEL TO 'Heaven's Cursed Souls ] In which the King of Curses himself falls for a regular-looking human a thousand years ago. Or at least he thought she was. |-~•~-| "Come on! You missed out on a thousand years so I have to catch you up to speed! Y'know, YOLO! That means 'you only live once' but I guess this is your second time living so-" "(Y/n)... Please don't ever say that again." |-~•~-| Jujutsu Kaisen does not belong to me. Any pictures used belongs to their rightful owners :) *The reference photo in the 'Before you Begin' page belongs to @JenyNux. *From chapter 16 onwards, the pictures will belong to @273_cb unless stated otherwise. The reader in this story will be referred to as she/her. |-~•~-| START: 12 - 17 - 20 END: 1 - 26 - 21

M! Wednesday Addams x F! OC LUCIA KLINE, the daughter of Abigail Craven. A young 17-year-old girl whose purple eyes sparkle in warmth yet kookiness. She holds a dazzling heart-shaped smile that's easy to be infatuated by her. If her soul were a shape it would be of a heart. WEDNESDAY ADDAMS, the eldest son of Morticia and Gomez Addams. A young 17-year-old boy who has dark onyx eyes that hold a deadly yet dull stare. With his piercing stare, it's easy to stay away from him. If his soul were a shape it would be of a skull. Two young souls that instantly clicked upon each other's presence. Such opposites, two souls so different it's bizarre of their connection. The two souls explore these new and strange feelings. However, will fate allow them to be together? Or will loan sharks and murderous nannies get in the way of their forever? FYI this is a fast pace and love at first sight type of book. If you don't like either I recommend not reading if you don't enjoy those types of books. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING OF THE ADDAMS FAMILY! I ONLY OWN MY OCS AND THEIR BACKSTORIES! The Addams Family (1991): COMPLETE Addams Family Values (1993): COMPLETE

Male Wednesday x Fem! Reader ~~~~~~🔪~~~~~~

Male Cruella De Vil x Female Reader Based off of the movie "Cruella" (Y/n) = Your name (H/l) = Hair length (H/c) = Hair color (E/c) = Eye color (S/c) = Skin Color I OWN NOTHING!!! ALL RIGHTS GO TO DISNEY!!!

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

She betrayed me once, and I won't let it happen again. She ruined my life, and now she's back, walking the streets of Rome as if nothing happened, as if her betrayal didn't leave me broken. But l'll fix that. I'll take her, make her pay for every lie, every secret. She'll learn what it means to cross me, and by the time l'm done, she'll wish she'd never came back. Because I don't forgive. And I never forget. ♡♡︎♡︎ Luca fell in love at 20 with the girl of his dreams. She made everything feel easy, drawing him out of his guarded shell and into her world. But it was all a lie. She was playing him from the start, and when she finally shattered his heart, she disappeared without a trace. For five years, Luca has searched for her, refusing to let her betrayal go unanswered. Now, he's finally found her...

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?