✧˚ · . 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 ┃» Vielleicht bin ich nicht dazu gemacht, wie ein Feuerwerk zu leuchten. Aber Glühwürmchen leuchten auch im Dunkeln - still und geduldig. Und das ist genug. « © RHAENYRAS_ANGEL LOCKWOOD&CO ANTHONY LOCKWOOD X FEM!OC

❝ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ (Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Bastard OC) (Modern!AU of House of the Dragon)

REWRITING ✵ 'You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late.' In which Lynette the bastard daughter of Ælfric is given to Earl Kjartan of Dunholm in hopes to keep some semblance of peace among the two Lords. Quiet and reserved Lynette kept to herself out of fear, always obeying and doing as told to do. Through the orchard of thorned flowers that is her mind Sihtric Kjartansson, the bastard and ignored son of Kjartan, managed to cut the thorns and make home between the foliage of mysteries that obscure her. ---- #1 in thelastkingdomfanfic #1 in sihtric #1 in uhtredragnarsson #4 in sihtrickjartansson #5 in tragiclovestory

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

"You fucking hate him." she snarled to her reflection sternly, "You hate him. You hate him. You hate him." She hated that the more she said it aloud, the more wrong it felt on her lips. _ Deep in the history of the Wizarding World, buried for centuries, there is the story of an ancient connection said to tie the souls, bodies and minds of two people. Nothing like the split of a soul into parts, more of two souls fashioned from the same piece of root magic, like calling to like. One in the same, two sides of the same coin. A fold. Soulties they were called, and those that were bound were known as the Soultied. But they were meant to be only legend, haven't been seen in hundreds of years. So what is to happen when the prophecy of the Chosen Ones is set in motion and two people, born on opposite sides of a war, fated to be enemies discover they are in fact real, and even worse, they are bound together for eternity, mind and body. (Helped edit and feed ideas by the lovely @lilbeanwrites, author of Powerful is Her Name)

Trama: ❝Aelythea Targaryen conosce cosa è giusto e sbagliato, conosce quali sono i suoi doveri e quali sacrifici deve compiere in quanto principessa. Nonostante le parole e gli insegnamenti severi che sua madre Alicent Hightower le ha imposto per una vita intera, Aelythea non può proprio fare a meno di seguire il suo istinto e il suo cuore. Jacaerys Velaryon conosce le sue responsabilità, conosce il destino a cui deve andare incontro e cosa ciò comporta. Lui è cresciuto con l'amore di sua madre Rhaenyra Targaryen e dei suoi fratelli minori Lucerys e Joffrey, proteggendo entrambi dalle dicerie sulla loro legittimità. Ma lui non riesce ad evitare di incantarsi nelle labbra di chi pronuncia tali dicerie. Aelythea e Jacaerys sono stati messi l'uno contro l'altro fin dalla loro nascita, eppure sembra che un filo li leghi con forza e che sia difficile da spezzare. Il loro amore è già ostacolato dall'ambizione di potere, ma la situazione potrebbe peggiorare ulteriormente con l'inizio di una guerra in cui li prevede in due lati opposti.❞ Oc femminile x Jacaerys Velaryon

Humans are a complicated species. We never seems to expect the reality. We claim we can take anything we want simply because we're the more dominant species, that we are smarter than anyone else. We take and we take and we never seems to be grateful for what we already have. Eventuality we won't have anything more to take on this planet, and what then? What will happen when all life has been taken by us? (Female!oc x Male!oc) ((Multi))