She was never meant to fall for the enemy. Jasmine June Maybank has always walked a thin line-fiercely loyal to her Pogue roots but constantly searching for trouble. She's JJ's older sister, a protector by nature and chaos in human form, doing whatever it takes to keep her chosen family safe. But everything starts to unravel when a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron-the golden boy of Figure Eight and her brother's sworn enemy-throws her into a dangerous game of loyalty and deception. As the Pogues search for the missing gold and the stakes grow deadly, Jasmine is forced to split her heart in two: one half still tethered to the people who she raised, the other drawn to the boy who should've stayed a mistake. When Rafe crosses an unforgivable line, Jasmine must decide where she truly belongs-and whether love can survive betrayal. Torn between blood and desire, loyalty and love, Jasmine has to make the one choice she's spent her whole life avoiding: pick a side. It's always been Kooks vs Pogues, could that ever change? The Outer Banks is no stranger to storms, but this time, it's her heart on the line. Will she survive the wreckage, or will Rafe Cameron be the one to pull her under? 💌 - Rafe Cameron started: 21/01/2025 finished: ✍️ ✍️ ✍️

The Dance of the Dragons claimed countless lives, but none more devastating than that of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the beloved heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Unwilling to accept her son's death, Rhaenyra turns to an enigmatic Red Priestess who offers her a miracle at a terrible price. Jacaerys is not truly returned to life. Instead, he is placed into an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone, where ancient fire magic preserves him exactly as he was on the day he "died": sixteen years old, forever suspended between life and death. One hundred and seventy years later, the Last Dragon comes home. When Daenerys Targaryen returns to Dragonstone with her three dragons, long-forgotten magic begins to stir within the mountain. Hidden beneath the castle lies a secret lost to history; a sleeping prince, a broken prophecy, and a promise made by a grieving mother that has endured through the fall of kingdoms. Some legends are never meant to die. Some princes are only waiting to be awakened. **This story is completely inspired by the incredible edit made by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Full credit of the idea goes to them, I just wanted to bring the story to life!!** ENJOY! :)

The Winter Pact The realm is on the brink of war. When Prince Jacaerys Velaryon is sent north to secure the loyalty of Winterfell, he expects to leave with soldiers, oaths, and another political alliance forged in duty. Instead, he finds a land unlike any he has ever known-a kingdom of snow, ancient gods, and people who remember promises long after the rest of the realm has forgotten them. Among them is Lady Lyarra Stark. The younger sister of Lord Cregan Stark is known throughout the North as Winter's Daughter. She walks beside Noctis, the great direwolf said to have chosen her as a child, speaks with the wisdom of the old ways, and carries whispers that follow her wherever she goes. To some, she is a healer. To others, she is a witch. Lyarra has never cared what the South believes. But as dragons cast their shadows over Winterfell, old legends begin to stir. Bound by a betrothal meant to unite two great houses, Jacaerys and Lyarra discover that the strongest alliances are not forged by parchment or politics, but through trust, sacrifice, and a love neither of them expected to find. While dragons and wolves learn to share the same sky, the realm fractures beneath the weight of ambition. And when the Dance of the Dragons begins, they will learn that some pacts are written in ink... ...and others are written in snow. A story of quiet love, ancient magic, loyal wolves, faithful dragons, and two hearts determined to choose hope in a world rushing toward war.

"𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘹." "𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘙𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘢, 𝘶𝘩𝘩," 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥, "𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥." "𝘈 𝘨𝘶𝘺'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?" "𝘜𝘩𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩." "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯." Black shadow operative Ryan Knox is a liar. There's no other word for it, she lies to everyone like it's a sport. Which is ironic, considering how much she hates being lied to. The only person who knows everything? Nicholas Fury, the man who had Ryan's files sealed and recruited her under heavily confidential circumstances. She works alone, in the dark, acting as SHIELD's personal cleaner of messes she never made. When strange things keep happening, Ryan uncovers a trail of corruption and bloodshed, all leading back to her. Without knowing who to trust, she has to keep sniffing out the truth on her own. Ryan is forced to stare her past in the face, realizing that she's not as in control as she would like. Will Ryan Knox continue to be a liar, or will she take a leap of trust and fight back like she was meant to? bucky barnes x f!oc (age gap) completed until doomsday

ㅤ𝕴𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 ︵ֺ︵ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. ❨ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬‎ ~ ‎ ‎‎𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 ‎‎ ❩ 𝜚 ೀ ⁱᵐᵃᵍⁱⁿᵉ ᵃ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ࣪ ྀ 𝓕𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 .ᐟ ~ ୨୧˚₊ - ♡ 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝘩𝑖𝑐𝘩... .ᐟ ﹙★﹚── a misunderstood man who has been nothing but tortured his whole life, falls in love with a mermaid, who helps his best friend in protecting hi๓. ⋆˚࿔ - 𝓝𝖤𝖯𝖧𝖨𝖫𝖨𝖬 ⊹.ּ 𓏲ּ𝄢 ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 . . . ꒱ ۫ ꣑୧ © 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𑣲˚ ᵇᵘᶜᵏʸ ᵇᵃʳⁿᵉˢ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ!ᵒᶜ 🐚 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺 ; 𝗍𝗐𝗌 ━ 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 ᭡ ˖ completed ; ᵇⁱᵒ ˡᵃʸᵒᵘᵗ ᵐᵒᵒⁿʸʷᵘⁿⁱᵉ ʳᵉˡᵉᵃˢᵉ : ᵈᵉᶜ 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟪. ᛝ ₊ ⊹ 🌊 𝄞

"Dahlia Blossom. Don't let the name fool you. She's better known as the Black Dahlia. And she didn't earn that nickname by smiling and looking pretty." "She sure knows how to perform for the camera." "Because she knows how to play the game. She always has. Right from the very beginning. And for that reason alone, she may just be one of the deadliest Victors you come across. You need her on your side, Katniss... Or neither of you will be going home." *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* 𝐎𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐚𝐲. finnick odair x fem!OC pre-hunger games ⇢ mockingjay @madebyrach , 2023

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.. 𝐘𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝-𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧." 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. (𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧)

'Cause we got the fire, and we're burning one hell of a something' ••• A Tobias Eaton fanfic ••• In which a 16-year old Amity born girl named Aurora Vilana craves to experience life differently to her family.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

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)