the author regrets nothing

In Dragonstone, the years pass and her second life becomes more and more different from the first. Yet, Rhaenyra can't help but feel the looming of the war coming close at her heels, the shadows of those last years press against the back of her mind while she tries to father support in Westeros and divide the Green faction from the inside. In Essos, Daemon Targaryen is a prince in exile and a king far away from his kingdom determined to discover the conspiracies that have eaten away the strength of House Targaryen. In King's Landing, because of her husband's guilt and newfound conscience, Alicent Hightower realises she can't rely only on tradition or precedent and takes the future of her children and the ambitions of her House into her own hands.

A prompt fic showcasing people and their sexual escapades with young girls.

Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare? “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered. Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.

Angel Dust's contract doesn't have an out clause, which is illegal, even in hell. Husk isn't just going to sit there and let that shit stand.

The Yiling Laozu????? Instantly, the same thought appeared in everybody’s head, before all hell broke loose. “YOU ARE WEI WUXIAN???” Lan jingyi shouted, before covering his mouth immediately as he remembered the ‘no shouting’ rule. But the usual reprimand didn’t come. Hanguang-jun stood there like a statue, unmoving. His eyes seemed a little shaken- surprised at the sight before him. A story where Wei wuxian gets his Yiling laozu body back. Chaos ensues!(Ft. Lan wangji’s gay panic)

Waking up a few thousand years after your death to find a hero school built on your grave isn't the most fun experience. That, Izuku Midoriya can definitely say with confidence. He knew he died. He had to have, after all, his head was still severed from his neck. But the fact that scared him the most now was how he was back. And it took all of his strength not to constantly be seeing himself as a monster.