She wasn't born to rule. But she was born too dangerous to be ignored. In a kingdom built on fire, blood, and ambition, Rhaella Targaryen grew up between two worlds. Daughter of the king, sister of princes and princess, Rhaella cannot claim the Iron Throne, but her name echoes dangerously close to it. Born in a court of lies, she learns early that there are no righteous sides, only survivors. When the succession to the kingdom is split in two, Rhaella finds herself caught between duty, desire, and violence-navigating forbidden relationships, unstable alliances, and decisions that could condemn or save her own home. In this story, there are no heroes. Only dragons... and those who dare to ride them. Various Characters × Targaryen Female OC! ·˚✎ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #Targeryen #2 in #hightower #3 in #asoiaf #6 in #asongoficeandfire #6 in #hotd #6 in #houseofthedragon #9 in #Housetargaryen

"If the war pulls us apart," she breathed, "promise me you'll remember us like this." Bucky's answer came without hesitation. "If the gods were to take my memories, I'd fall in love with you again," he said, voice steady despite the storm. "In this life, and every life after." *** [Prequel] Prequel: The First Mission Book 1: One Last Mission Book 2: One More Mission Book 3: One Final Mission Bucky Barnes x Jessica Rogers (Fem!OC) Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger Captain America: The First Avenger *** Content Warning: This book contains sexual content, violence, death, and other mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. **Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own any characters outside of any OCs mentioned. This story is purely for entertainment, and no copyright infringement is intended.**

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming