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.

What if Rhaenyra Targaryen dreamed of a future that had yet to happen? She does not see everything, only enough to know that betrayal waits within the Red Keep, that her isolation is no accident, and that fire awaits her blood if she remains still. Armed with fractured visions and hard-earned clarity, Rhaenyra begins to move quietly. This is not the story of a war. It is the story of how one is prevented or born early in blood.

In this story, we delve into the tumultuous relationship between Maegor Targaryen and his niece Rhaena. Maegor, known for his ruthless ambition and brutal rule, finds himself drawn to Rhaena, whose compassionate nature and strong will challenge his darker inclinations. As they navigate the treacherous political landscape of Westeros, their bond deepens, igniting a dangerous passion that could either save the realm or plunge it into further darkness. As the two confront their family's legacy, betrayals and power struggles unfold, forcing them to choose between their desires and the duty to their bloodline. This story will not follow the TV show or the book timeline, at least not all of it. I have no idea where this story is going. Please be aware that this is just fan fiction and not an actual book. I also use AI images.

Su vida se había vuelto extraña, estando en el inicio de su matrimonio, intentando balancear sus lecciones con la Septa, las tardes con algunos de sus familiares y el poco tiempo que pasaba con Viserys usualmente se encontraba perdida. Tragándose a duras penas la tristeza y añoranza que le provoca estar en la corte del rey Jaehaerys sin nadie de su hogar para acompañarla, rezando a diario por la salud de su familia en el Nido de Águilas. Sabe que no debería resentir su situación, su padre solo hizo lo mejor para el Valle, pero cada vez que piensa en su hogar, en sus hermanos, se encuentra llorando porque quiere volver con ellos, pero no puede. Hay tantas cosas que no entiende, otras que preferiría no ver. Lo que más la preocupa es que su deber con la corona, que sigue siendo algo ambiguo que no está segura de como cumplir. Las miradas de la corte la acusan de estar fracasando, avergonzando a su familia en el proceso. En el medio de todas sus preocupaciones y pocas alegrías se encontró sin una luz para iluminar la oscuridad que la consumió sin piedad, dejándola a merced de espectros que no dudaran en dañarla si eso se ajusta a sus planes. O un giro de eventos desafortunados lleva a que Aemma Arryn, esposa del príncipe Viserys Targaryen, tenga un sueño de dragón en el que se encuentra con los Dioses de la Antigua Valyria, estos la reclutan para cambiar el futuro de la dinastía y así proveer un mejor futuro para la princesa que fue prometida. Todos los derechos y créditos de los personajes y el mundo de ASOIAF le pertenecen a George R.R. Martin, solo la trama de este fanfic y algunos OC son de mi autoría. Créditos a los respectivos autores de las imágenes usadas.

Forced to marry a man she didn't love, fell for her husbands brother instead. The world would forever declare their queen a slut. But she was dressed for the part. Let their tongues wag. It changed nothing. ⚔️ "In a world of boys he's a gentleman." 🐉 any mature content is between consenting fictional characters Most characters belong to grrm

The Gods are over Viserys, Daemon and Rhaenyra's stupidity. They decide to show them what will happen in their future but also what happened in their past lives. Rhaenyra is one of the most influential women in Valyria, but she was forced to marry a man she hated when she was only fourteen. Daemon was born a bastard, but his father loved him. His brother was another story and never allowed him near his family. Daemon gets an opportunity to get back as his brother when his niece contacts him and asks for his help. Rhaenyra & Daemon think they are only using each other, not realizing they are falling in love. This story takes place in Valyria before the Doom. Unlike my other stories, Daemon, Rhaenyra & Viserys are not transported to another world or the past. They are simply shown what happened, like if they were watching a movie. This story will not follow the TV show or the book timeline. I have no idea where this story is going. Please be aware that this is just fan fiction and not an actual book.

E se os deuses valirianos não estivessem satisfeitos com o resultado da Dança dos Dragões e decidissem substituir a alma de Rhaenyra Targaryen, de quinze anos, por uma mais experiente - a alma de Cersei Lannister? Para Cersei, que morreu em sua época, esta é uma verdadeira segunda chance, agora seu apoio é Damon, e juntos eles jogarão contra seus inimigos no jogo dos tronos! AVISO E OBSERVAÇÃO: ESSA HISTÓRIA NÃO ME PERTENCE, ESTOU APENAS TRADUZINDO ELA.E É CLARO EU TENHO AUTORIZAÇÃO DA AUTORA Autora da fanfic: Ailuropoda_Aprica Versão Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60785371/chapters/155244529?view_adult=true

Fiction was supposed to stay fiction. Now, she's wearing the crown of a girl doomed to fail. Thrown into a tale not her own, she plans to rewrite it-one fire-breathing decision at a time.

What if Portgas D. Ace was not the only child born from Portgas D. rouge and Gol D. Roger? What if there was another one? An identical twin of Ace, Portgas D Y/n. The replica of his twin brother Ace. But with a little difference. When y/n first woke up, he was met with the face of Portgas D rouge, he didn't know how- but he would never forget a face that he had watch a few times before. He thought how him-being born just destroyed the timeline instantly. Realizing he's in the one piece world. And honestly? He was not always a he, 'she' was just a normal person before, obsessed with Ice abilities-that she would watch every anime, cartoons and even sci-fi movies etc.. all kinds of film's, she would even forgot their titles because of how she only focuses their powers, as long as it connects to an ability of Ice. One of her favorites was Frozen and Jack Frost, but despite already forgetting how those two cartoons go, she still remembered a few things about it. What he didn't know is that, how come he doesn't remember what happened to him? *A/n, this story is just a product of my rich imagination. English is also not my first language so you might met a few errors along the way. And one more thing is that, the photos/cover's I used is not mine, but credits to the real artist, they are very beautiful it always gives me all kinds of ideas, anyways that is all I hope you enjoy this little story that I made*

Luffy finds himself 30 years in the past after a bad encounter with Black Beard. Luffy meets familiar faces and some legendary figures. His infamous father Dragon comes on to the scene, the leader of the Revolutionary wasn't always the most wanted man in the world, in fact he has more things in common with his future son than one might think. (No pairings)(Time travel Au) (Cross posted on AO3 and Quotav) (Artwork from the story is viewable on my Tumblr and Deviantart) [Had to list this as complete so Wattpad doesn't delete it because it hasn't been updated in a long time. This story is currently on hiatus until further notice.]