Maekar Targaryen longs for touch, like a starved man, reaching out, the fingertips brushing against the solace of his life only to slip by away every time he gets close enough. Every time his fingers brush close enough to the temptation of his desires, the cold reality returns. That it is his niece, Baelor's daughter. The forbidden fruit. His forbidden fruit and his doom, that he knows he should not long for as only a decade ago she was a little girl, crawling into his lap, begging for stories. And yet, the sin grows within consuming his heart, forcing every glare of anger that was meant to be at the fate for cursing him like so, at those suitors who dare to glance upon what he deems as his. His niece.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

˚✧🗡️🐉. ( ᴡᴀʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ) -✿-🗡️˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˖ ࣪⭑ ━ ❝ she is the blood of the two greatest dynasty's the world has ever seen.❞ ─── 𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

One shots of the amazing Narcissa Malfoy/Black

"Professor, I must say our pets get along pre-" I pressed my fingers against Narcissa's mouth. "Stop." I announced, making Narcissa's eyes widen in confusion. "Call me Anastasia!" I blurted out, blush rising to my cheeks, my eyes shut tightly. Narcissa's elegant fingers pressed my fingers from her mouth. "Anastasia..." I opened my eyes again, watching Narcissa testing the name. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." ~~~ Read to find out more

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲? 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. ❞ Isabelle Wittelsbach - foreign-born, delicate, a heiress in silk gloves - should have been little more than a pawn on the chessboard of old families. But she wasn't. She became the knot that tangled the Black sisters together. Bellatrix's obsession. Andromeda's devotion. Narcissa's hunger. A ragdoll, they called her. A bunny. A fragile thing to cradle, to tease, to protect. And yet-when the whispers began, when the world spat venom at their union-it was Isabelle who drew blood first. She was meant to be saved. Instead, she burned. A descent into the Wittelsbach family's shadows. Love tangled with power, obsession dressed as devotion. The whispers say: "She is theirs." But in truth? They are hers. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. Emerald - the price of devotion is always madness. A dark lesbian romance of forbidden magic, family ruin, obsession, jealousy, and devotion. Slow unraveling of innocence into something terrible and irresistible. 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: All characters from Harry Potter belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a non-profit work, just creative exploration. All Rights Reserved.

Sequel to Dragon's Oracle - . . . . Lucerys dead; his baby dragon Arrax body ripped apart. Viserra badly injured; her dragon missing. . . . The worst and the best thing anyone anyone can wish upon the Hightowers family is death. Because there is no stopping Cannibal and the wrath of her rider.

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born too late to inherit and too early to be spared. The youngest child of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent grows up in the shadow of crowns and blades, learning that power is not given, it is taken, kept, and defended at any cost. targaryenoc x aemondtargaryen targaryenoc x aegoniitargaryen taragryenoc x femoc (time wise show accurate) I don't own any of the characters except for my ocs !! (Daeron is replaced by Aemara. Instead of living in Oldtown, she grew up in Kingslanding.)

𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, Lucius whispered. 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉... 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉. // From the moment Lyra Dumars is born, her father knows she must become a Malfoy - one way or another. Raised on the belief that purity guarantees safety, she is shaped into the perfect bride, never taught what that world actually takes in return. Her engagement to Draco Malfoy drops her into a society where fidelity is optional, and cruelty is polite. As Lyra begins to unravel under its expectations, Lucius Malfoy recognizes something uncomfortably familiar in her obedience. What starts as fascination turns into something slower, darker - a relationship built on control, disobedience, and learning how to speak after years of silence. With Narcissa suddenly being interested in her as well and the line between virtue and sin blurring beyond recognition, Lyra must face the truth: purity was never meant to protect her. It was meant to make her easy to claim. Lucius Malfoy x OC (main) Narcissa Malfoy x OC (secondary) Lots and lots of smut + light BDSM Please, read the trigger warnings in the first chapter #1 Narcissa #1 Innocence lost