They said it softly at first. 'Plainly Targaryen." A murmur behind jewelled hands. A knowing glance across candlelit corridors. The same verdict passed from servant to lord as the silver-haired princes tore through the halls of the Red Keep like sparks leaping from a flame. They said it again when the third child was laid upon Rhaenyra's breast-before the sheets had cooled, before the bells could toll. No hesitation. No doubt. These were not rumours made of shadow. These were children of fire and blood. Each boy bore the unmistakable mark of Old Valyria: silver-gold hair, violet eyes, the sharp, cruel beauty of dragon-lords. They looked nothing like whispers suggested they should. And everyone noticed. The court did not speak openly. It never does. Instead, it watched. It calculated. It counted moons and measured absences. It remembered the prince returned to King's Landing under cover of night and the princess never truly stopped burning for him. Because if the realm believes Laenor Velaryon fathered Rhaenyra's sons... The truth is far more dangerous. --- HOTD AU What if Rhaenyra's three eldest sons were not born of duty... but of desire? What if Jacaerys and Lucerys, twins, and their younger brother Joffrey carried more than just the Targaryen name? What if they were fathered by Daemon? In this AU, Jace and Luke are twins. Baela and Rhaena still exist but they are not Daemon's daughters. Rhaenyra Targaryen - portrayed by Milly Alcock (prologue) and Emma D'Arcy Daemon Targaryen - portrayed by Matt Smith All other characters remain as in the series- except the princes, who bear the unmistakable silver-gold of House Targaryen. Because in a court built on perception, appearance is power... and these boys look like their father. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO HBO HOUSE OF THE DRAGON/ GEORGE R MARTIN FIRE AND BLOOD

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.

Lenora did not have a wonderful life. After her engagement to Prince Ronan is broken, she loses everything... her reputation, her home, and her family. Starving on the streets, she dies angry and bitter at how her life unfolded... Only to wake up in her old bed, fifteen again, five years before she died. Now she must struggle to change her fate, and the fate of those around her. This time she won't trust in something as flimsy or changeable as love. No, this time she'll have the power and the money to protect herself. Lenora has already lost everything once. She's not going to lose again. No matter what the cost. (Cover submitted by @QueenHelmer)

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

What if Viserys had a firstborn son before Rhaenyra? Prince Aemon Targaryen - tall, beautiful, and deadly intelligent. His lilac eyes seem to pierce through souls, making even the fearsome Rogue Prince Daemon shudder. While his sister Rhaenyra rides dragons with wild abandon, Aemon plays a deeper game, weaving webs of power through King's Landing's very foundations. Their impending marriage sparks whispers in the Red Keep - will this union of ice and fire mirror the legendary passion of Baelon and Alyssa? As schemes unfold and dragons soar, one thing becomes clear: the realm has never seen a pair quite like these dragon-blooded siblings. But in the game of thrones, even perfect princes have secrets, and wild princesses might just be exactly what the realm needs... #Targaryen #GameOfThrones #Dragons #RoyalRomance #PoliticalIntrigue #FireAndBlood

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

"𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓲?" "𝓷𝓸....𝓷𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾.."

Fire. Pain. So much pain. Then nothing. "All of your dragons will be returned to you, even the one that was lost. But choose better this time. A prince you need." I woke up with a startle, gasping for air like a dying woman. However, as my hands went to my chest I realized I was no longer a woman. I froze, holding still, before rapidly throwing the blankets off my body and rushing towards my mirror. There, being reflected was none other than a four and ten namedays girl. Me.

After the accident with the Polyjuice Potion, Hermione is left with permanent features of a cat - ears, claws, fangs, tail, and eyes. Her Best Friends desert her to save face and the bullying comes from all the other 3 houses. Hermione learns that humans can't be trusted and cuts off any kind of interaction. 3 Years Later, during the Tri-Wizard Championship, Hermione is chosen as a champion even though she did not enter but is forced to participate. When a certain Veela has her sights set on the Feline-Hybrid, will she be able to break through the metal walls that Hermione has placed all around her heart? DISCLAIMER - I OWN NOTHING! ALL CHARACTERS ARE PROPER PROPERTY OF J.K. ROWLING! WARNING - HARRY POTTER & WEASLEY BASHING! DON'T LIKE, THEN DON'T READ!