In Gilead, for both men and women, there are only so many roles. Dictated by birth, by sex, by affiliation, barely by belief. Reagan was a new mother when Gilead took over, and everything in her world fell. Now she finds herself trying to navigate an entire new life. Can she survive the minefield that is this violent place, or will she be yet another soul 'saved' by the mercy of Gilead? Will the man who saves her, keep her contained and content? Or can she, like the few lucky ones, escape to Canada, and see if the love of her life is still alive? #1 #TheHandmaidsTale #5 #dystopian (The Handmaid's Tale fanfiction, based in that world but with original characters. Needless to say, there are VAST creative liberties taken in this, its just for fun. Slow burn with Smut and Trigger warnings. Ongoing with guaranteed weekly updates.)

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.

I caressed my belly tenderly as the screams of my stepmother echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. My mother's ladies fluttered around me in concern. They worried for me. Why would they not? After all, my muña had suffered greatly under the weight of pregnancy and had died in childbirth. No. Not died. Murdered. My father had allowed those grey rats to cut her open for a boy who died overnight. Rage fills me every time I remember that my muña died butchered like an animal. I will never forgive him. Nor will I ever forgive Alicent. That whore slipped under my father's sheets while my muña's ashes were still warm. She goes around acting all pious and haughty, even going as far as to scold me for my unladylike behavior. But whoring herself to the King is acceptable? Alicent is but the daughter of a second son, from a minor house at that. She was my maid, the one who dressed me and cleaned my privy. There is no way in the Fourteen Hells that I will bow to her. Much less call her queen.

​Doomed to be a casualty in the quest for a male heir, Queen Aemma is instead given a terrifying second chance. A prophetic dream shows her not only her own brutal death but the devastating future it will cause: the betrayal of her daughter Rhaenyra, a bloody civil war that will tear the realm apart, and the eventual ruin of their house. ​Awakened and refusing to be a sacrificial pawn, Aemma embraces the Targaryen fire she had long suppressed. She forges a secret alliance with the one man she can trust to be her shield, Prince Daemon, and begins to mentor Rhaenyra, not as a princess, but as a future queen. No longer a gentle Arryn, Aemma enters the game of thrones, ready to burn all her enemies to the ground to protect her daughter and break the cycle of destruction she was warned against. ​"I am not the villain in your story. I am the mother in mine." . . . . . ​"What you see as my descent into darkness is simply a mother learning to walk through fire." This is an AU of house of the dragons, with the fourteen flames, angry that the last existing family of dragons had fallen into nothing, especially with the murder of their chosen queen. So to correct the mistake, they return time, to make sure a dragon queen sat the throne, for their chosen one to be saved. They send a warning for the one who can make a difference. And who will be better than a mother...

An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn. To cover the heir to the throne's transgressions, you are obligated to marry his lover, Ser Harwin Strong

🐉The Dragon's Jewel Book Two🐉 The vows have been spoken. The fire has chosen. Once, Serenya Targaryen remembered another life - one where her family fell to ruin, her mother died in pain, and the house of the dragon tore itself apart. She remembers the war, the ashes, the endless grief. But that was another lifetime. Now, reborn into the world she once only watched burn, Serenya has rewritten the story. Aemma still lives. Rhaenyra smiles again. And Daemon, the rogue prince destined for madness, has found peace in her. Their wedding bound them in gods and flame, their dragons roaring as witnesses to a love both ancient and new. Yet peace in the realm of fire is fragile. As King Viserys's health wanes and the court begins to whisper, alliances shift like molten steel. The Velaryons grow wary, the Hightowers sharpen their smiles, and old ghosts rise from the shadows of the past Serenya thought she had changed. With Daemon at her side and Emberion in the skies, Serenya must face the truth of what she's done - and what it means to challenge destiny itself. Because even a dragon cannot fly without wings made of both light and shadow. The world has been rewritten. But fate has not forgotten how the story was meant to end.

Season 1 ✅

After a forbidden night with Ser Criston Cole, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen is forced by her father, King Viserys, to drink the moon tea and protect her honor. To shield her image further, she weds Ser Laenor Velaryon, and together they move to Driftmark. Yet seven moons later, Rhaenyra gives birth to a daughter whose true parentage would ignite scandal across the realm. To safeguard her claim to the Iron Throne, she makes a heartbreaking choice - she surrenders her firstborn and buries the secret deep within her heart. That child, carried across worlds by fate and fire, finds herself in England, adopted by a wizarding couple who longed for a child of their own. Named Dahlia Aemma Potter, she grows into a girl of unusual magic and unshakable courage. But whispers of prophecy cling to her like shadows, and the truth of her bloodline threatens to unravel the balance of two worlds. Between dragonfire and wizardry, Dahlia must discover who she is - and decide whether to claim the destiny written in her blood or forge one of her own.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 : [𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗] ______ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 ____________________________________________ He lifted my dress I felt his warm hand on my bare thighs, goosebumps arise in my body, when his hand reached upwards and he whispered " Do you want me to fuck you out of your life here in rage " I shiver, I clenched my thighs but he grabbed my thighs and open them wide, while watching movie, he torture my core with fingers and he again whispered " Love are you wet, I haven't started yet " He slide my panty bit down with his fingers, and I breath heavily, I was feeling hot, he again mutter " I'm going to finger fucking you now, But when we go home I will fuck you hard that you'll never make me this angry again " And without any warning he entered his two fingers inside me ____________________________________________ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, ❤ 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗬!! [ 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 ] 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 📖