"I gave her a name, a pink blanket, and a chance. I didn't give her a mother." In 2010, at the peak of her skyrocketing fame, Taylor Swift vanished for three weeks. The world was told it was exhaustion and grief over the sudden death of her first real love, Ron. They weren't told about the cryptic pregnancy that stayed hidden until labor. They weren't told about Maya Melissa, the girl with Ron's brunette hair and Taylor's haunting eyes, left at a quiet orphanage to protect a billion-dollar legacy. Sixteen years later. Maya is a ghost. A runaway surviving on $6 an hour, a microwave, and a thin mattress in a city that doesn't know her name. She has no last name, no family, and no future-just a shattered pair of earbuds playing the music of the woman who abandoned her. She's learned to stay quiet. She's learned to stay invisible. She's learned that forever is a lie people tell in songs. Until a rainy Tuesday in January 2026. A hit-and-run. A screech of tires. A black SUV that stops when it should have kept driving. When Taylor Swift steps out of that car to help a dying girl in the gutter, she isn't looking for a daughter. She's looking for a conscience. But as their eyes meet in the freezing rain, the 16-year-old wall of sequins and silence begins to shatter. One is the most famous woman in the world. The other is a girl who doesn't exist. What happens when the Loss of My Life isn't a song-but the person standing right in front of you? 🥇 #taylorswift 🥇 #abuse 🥇 #taylor 🥇 #tloas 🥇 #adoptedbytaylorswift 🥇 # Travis 🥇 # loml 🥇 #traviskelce

Taylor never meant to fall for anyone in 2023. Not when she was raising a two-year-old entirely on her own, building a tour that swallowed continents, and trying to stitch her heart back together between soundchecks. Evie was her whole world - clingy, chaotic, brilliant, and hers in every possible way. Her father drifted out long before Evie learned to say "mama," and Taylor learned to stand on her own two feet because there was no one else to do it. Every stop on the first leg of the Eras Tour was a blur of glitter, exhaustion, and toddler snacks crushed into carpet. Days were for rehearsals; nights were for rocking Evie to sleep in hotel rooms lit only by the glow of the city outside. Kansas City was supposed to be just another stop. Another show. Another sleepless night. Then one night turned into fate. It wasn't planned. It wasn't logical. It definitely wasn't in her carefully guarded rulebook. But one chance encounter in Kansas City sparked something she hadn't felt in years - something warm, something steady, something that made her remember she wasn't just a mom and a performer... she was a woman who could still feel butterflies. He wasn't supposed to matter, but he made Evie laugh like they'd known each other for years. And when her daughter looked at him like he was the sun finally coming out, Taylor felt her walls shift. Now she's caught between the roar of stadium crowds and the quiet possibility of a future she never dared to imagine. Because some nights you perform. And some nights... you fall. Kansas City was just a tour stop. Until it wasn't.

She was born of a marriage built on resentment- and became the one thing neither side expected. Rhaella Ysaera Targaryen is twelve years old when the world first teaches her the cost of loving a dragon. The only legitimate child of Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, she is raised far from King's Landing, among the cold stone halls of Runestone, where honor is earned and weakness is not forgiven. With brown hair marking her as a daughter of the First Men and dragonfire singing in her blood, Rhaella has never truly belonged to either house. To her, Daemon is not the rogue prince whispered about in courts-he is her father. Her hero. Until she learns the truth. As the lies of the past surface and her mother's death leaves an unfillable void, Rhaella is forced to confront the man behind the legend. Love turns to resentment. Loyalty becomes restraint. And the bond between father and daughter fractures beneath the weight of ambition, cruelty, and regret. Yet when war looms and Daemon Targaryen finally stands on the brink of losing everything, it is Rhaella-dragonrider of the golden Aestra-who must decide whether blood is a chain... or a choice. Caught between the Vale and the Iron Throne, mercy and vengeance, fire and stone, Rhaella Ysaera must carve her own legacy in a world that would rather use her than understand her. Because sometimes the most dangerous dragon is the one who learns when not to burn.

The sun needs the moon, just like anything else needs it all together

"𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎, 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎."

What if Rhaenyra had a sister? What if this sister was a bastard? What if Laenor and Laena had a older sister? What if this sister saw Viserys get wrongfully crowned King? How would the story change? Those are Rhalla Targaryen and Shae Velaryon stories. Rhalla was born eleven years before Viserys was crowned King. Rhalla may have been Viserys daughter but she was never acknowledged by him. But when Rhalla mother Rhael Rivers passed and Rhalla was left on the streets of King's Landing. That was until the kind hearted Aemma Arryn/Targaryen learnt about the young girl and despite Viserys protests, Aemma took the girl in and choose to raise Rhalla as her own. Shae was born five years before Viserys was wrongfully crowned King of the seven kingdoms over her mother Princess Rheanys. Shae was anger that her mother wasn't crowned Queen just because she was born a woman. Shae glared at the newly crowned King Viserys and Queen Aemma but she sew girl that stood with them didn't share that same joy as Viserys or Aemma. A girl she would later that night learn to be named a Rhalla. (I don't own any of "The House Of The Dragon" characters. Just Rhalla, Shae and some dragon OC) (My spelling isn't the best, so sorry for any confusion or mistakes) (This is a ocxoc story. So it will be LGBTQ+ friendly and if you have any dislike towards stories like that or they make you uncomfortable, I would not recommend reading this book.)

-HIATUS- Vaela Velaryon-Targaryen, firstborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra, carries the blood of dragons and the weight of a secret that could unravel everything. Promised to Prince Aegon to unite a fractured court, Vaela is meant to be a symbol of peace. But symbols burn easily. As loyalties fracture and war creeps ever closer, Vaela finds herself caught between prophecy and politics, between a crown forged in fire-and a family breaking apart in blood. //revising as i go HOTD aegon x fm!oc [aegon turns team black au] seasons 1-2 © VOIDEDSLYTHERIN, 2025

What will happen if queen Aemma effectively did gave birth to her first son, but he's Rhaenyra's twin ? Read it to find out! Rystas, Kings & Queens !!! It's my first story hope you will enjoy, English isn't my mother tongue and I don't plan to rely too much on google translate if not at all, so sorry in advance. ^^' Apart of the High Valyrian one, this one will be for every single sentence. 😌 Of course the rights goes to their rightful owners. I only own my OC.

She left without a warning, without a trace, and without a goodbye. Years later, she's back-with more secrets than ever and a heart that's already halfway broken. Taylor Swift had everything: the stage, the spotlight, and the man who loved her without question. But fame isn't armor, and love can't always save you from what's coming. Now, after vanishing from Travis Kelce's life, she returns with quiet eyes and a softer voice-hoping for forgiveness, not a second chance. But fate doesn't care what anyone wants. It never did. As they try to find their way back to each other, one truth becomes heartbreakingly clear: love was never the problem-time was.

Prince Daemon Targaryen despised his first wife, the Lady Rhea Royce. The union had been forced upon him, and he had all but been dragged to the altar. Yet from the miserable marriage came a son born with the blood of Old Valyria and the strength of the First Men. Male!OC x Rhaenyra Targaryen