- death cannot save you VISENYA had appeared from nowhere. Like a ghost, mimicking her white hair and soft eyes. Her past is as mysterious as her power, and she is as quiet as a soft breeze. With intentions no one can decipher and a weapon that no one has been able to match, Visenya remained a question to all that passed her. Paying her no mind and never noticing she was the feared killer they called Death; she was destined to be alone. Until a boy in a straw hat changed her life. - one piece season 1 - - sanji x fem!oc nami x fem!oc all oc's are separate individuals

From a young age, Reyna knew just how cruel the world was. Trust no one. Open up to no one. Love no one. Or else you get hurt. It was that simple, and no one in the world would change her mind. Especially some handsome, flirtatious, fancy-pants chef. ~Live Action One Piece~ Sanji x OC *Mature but not explicit themes ahead* Season 1: Complete Season 2: Coming Soon!

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.

O que é o 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫? Uma sensação que queima por dentro como fogo e disso os Targaryen entendiam, pois assim como o fogo que te consome, eles sabiam que o amor poderia acabar com qualquer coisa e quase nunca age da forma que pensamos que deve agir. Assim que Daemon colocou os olhos na jovem dama ele sabia que queria conquistá-la, mesmo que fosse uma brincadeira infantil na época, eles eram jovens demais, mas foi uma brincadeira da qual o príncipe percebeu logo que se perdeu rápido demais. Madlyn era assim, doce, gentil, um ponto fora da curva, alguém que parecia ao mesmo tempo feita para ele e demasiadamente distante do seu alcance, alguém que o queimava por dentro, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒔 𝒖𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒂𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔? Era a pergunta que faziam enquanto lágrimas de fogo aqueciam o coração da jovem dama e dilasceravam a alma do príncipe. ▎daemon targaryen × fem!oc ▎house of the dragon universe ▎prequel of "Eternal Flame" - #flameverse - shortfic

Tudo na casa do dragão é intenso e quente, sejam as suas discussões, sejam as suas paixões, não há espaço para a frieza, o gelo derreteria na 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚, tudo que é diferente causa estranheza e tem que se adaptar a isso. Drasilla, a única filha de Baelon Targaryen e Madlyn Baratheon, filha de um casamento sem amor, muito mais nova que os irmãos. 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧, o bebê valiriano que nasceu com cabelos escuros, uma estranha dentro do próprio ninho. Drasilla, um coração 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐬 para ser domado. Aemond não cansava de olhar e 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐳𝐚𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐚, com quem tinha o mínimo apresso, ela não era um perigo para o trono de Aegon, não diretamente, mas os seus dois dragões eram, seu apoio a Rhaenyra era. E a paixão que ele começou a sentir por 𝐞𝐥𝐚 ... Isso era um perigo pra ele mesmo. ▎aemond targaryen × fem!oc × male!oc ▎house of the dragon universe ▎#flameverse

They taught her to be a lady. Her father taught her to kill. At Ashford, a mystery knight emerges-brutal, relentless, unknown. Aerion Brightflame craves what he cannot name. A lady's defiance. A warrior's violence. Valarr Targaryen offers devotion to a woman hiding a blade behind her smile. When the truth bleeds through, the game changes. Some crowns are given. Some are taken. Hers will be earned in blood and steel.