Draco Malfoy was destined to marry Astoria Greengrass- a woman he has never actually talked to. Their marriage was only because of money, but when they met, Astoria thinks it was just more than that. But the rehearsal wedding didn't go as planned, and Draco found himself deep in the woods, and there, he met the corpse bride- Y/N. ~~~~~ [This is a Halloween special by your lazy author, Kylie, also known as lilmissquackson! This story is set after the second wizarding war!! I do not own "The Corpse Bride", nor do I own "Harry Potter". I made this all for fun, and for entertainment for all the Draco fans out there. The credits should go to their rightful owners. Started (in drafts): 10/04/20 Published: October 29th - October 31st Finished: 10/26/20]

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)

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧, 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝? (Sequel to insane but can be read as a standalone) ⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ Smut (definitely) angst Gore Murder

Copyright ©️ 2022 All Rights Reserved *Do not repost or reuse* (Aemond x Y/N Reader) You are the last heir of your noble House and against your wishes, have been forced to stay in the Red Keep as a companion to the Princess Helaena - but worst of all, it is the Queen Alicent's intention to marry you to her son Aemond - who seems to despise you. Follow along on this journey of love, war - hate and danger.

Y/N Loveless never believed in love... fitting, considering her name. Cool, collected, and perfectly self-contained, she's the newest bassist of The Weird Sisters, happier in the shadows of the stage than in anyone's arms. But everything changes when their rising fame puts her directly in the spotlight... and when George Weasley keeps showing up... she doesn't really know what makes her Loveless anymore. In a world where there was no war and everyone got a second chance, she has built walls so high even music can't shake them. George, on the other hand, seems determined to try, with his crooked smile, terrible jokes, and a sincerity she doesn't know how to handle. As the tour heats up, so does the connection between them. Music, magic, late-night backstage moments, unexpected feelings... and the terrifying possibility that Y/N Loveless might finally want something she's spent her whole life avoiding. A slow-burn, post-Hogwarts AU about fame, fate, and learning to want something real.

❝ I wanna be your end game Big reputations, big reputations Ooo, you and me, We got big reputations ❞ Beneath the weight of the world, where the sky was nothing but a distant, mocking dream, two souls clashed in the filth of the Underground. One moved with the grace of a swan, untouched by the grime, elegance persisting even in ruin. The other cut through the shadows like a raven's wing - sharp, swift, and deadly. They were creatures of the dark, built by its cruelty, shaped by its laws. They were twin blades honed by the same merciless world; deadly, untamed. And as if the universe itself had conspired in secret, their paths tangled like threads in a frayed tapestry. Not with kindness. Not with mercy. But with something far crueler - something that made their meeting feel like an inevitability. Like gravity itself. Yet time was never theirs to hold. Moments slipped between their fingers like grains of dust, stolen before they could take root. The Underground did not grant second chances. It swallowed, it devoured, it tore apart. Separation was inevitable. But so was their return. Because no matter how far they were pulled apart, no matter how much filth and blood stained their hands, the universe had already decided... They would find each other again. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ LEVI ACKERMAN x READER ⌜ ╰► © Isayama Hajime ╰► © Attack On Titan ╰► © Donbescared

All the sudden she was all he dreamed off, never a night but always a dream. Will Daeron Targaryen finally pull himself away from his own demons and accept love or lose himself?

She walks with the weight of her legacy. He moves like thunder across the fields. When Viserra and Lyonel meet, fire and storm intertwine, and love refuses to be tamed, even in a world that demands obedience.

𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐲 ༊*·˚ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ✧.* .ೃ࿐ 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆 ➢ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 ➢ 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐠𝐠𝐫 (completed)

"i was perfectly content before you came along." "sure, that's why you lost control after every minor inconvenience." "yeah, including you." paul lahote x oc