ART IS FROM ILDRAWS ON INSTAGRAM Born into the storm of courtly whispers and dragonfire, Princess Aelora Targaryen never chose the life that was laid before her. As the second daughter of King Viserys I, and twin to the son who had been wanted for decades, she was raised beneath the shadow of her sister Rhaenyra's claim and her brother who did not live longer than a day, torn between the warmth of Alicent Hightower's affection and the bitter chill of palace politics. But fate carved a different path for her. Sent north in an arranged marriage to Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Aelora was exiled from the only home she'd ever known. What began as duty became something more-a quiet, enduring love. -- I've decided that even though this fic is an OC x Cregan pairing, and the Targaryens are canonically white, I want to be more mindful of my readers, many of whom are women of color. From now on, Aelora's skin tone will not be described in a way that restricts her to a specific race. I'll also be editing past chapters to reflect this change. This way, readers can envision her in a way that feels more inclusive and representative of a variety of identities. You guys are also encouraged to point out paragraphs and chapters where it's obvious that she's being described as white, so I can modify it and make it more inclusive. I've seen multiple discussions on Tumblr about how the fanfic community often lacks inclusivity for women of color. Even in fics where the OC is supposed to be the legitimate daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, they're often still described as white. I want to do better, and even though my fic is an OC, I want all of you to feel seen and represented

Lady Rhea Royce did not take pride in her transgression, but after nine moons, seeing that little brown-haired girl-still stained with blood on her chest-made the love in her heart overflow so much that she wished to give her little Alia the world. FemaleMC x Cregan Stark Hello everyone, how are you? I'd like to let you all know that, first, English is not my first language. I'm translating the chapters of my fanfic, which is originally written in Portuguese, so grammatical and agreement errors may occur. If that happens, please feel free to let me know in the comments. This story takes place in the House of the Dragon universe, a little before the civil war known as the "Dance of the Dragons," with the focus set in Winterfell. There will be no dragons actively participating in the story, and neither Aegon nor Rhaenyra will be featured here. So with that in mind, I welcome you to my humble story.

The world as we know it ended 209 years ago. From a desert wasteland springs a single kingdom, ruled by a tyrannical King and trapped in an endless war against the shadowy desert warriors. As a desperate bid to save what remains of humanity, society has been split into two distinct classes, nicknamed the Court and the Commons. For an oppressed population on the brink of revolution, a common thief could be the last hope. Up until now, Kay has survived by her wits alone. Reckless and impulsive, wanted by the King's guard, Kay has become known as the Runner. Using the city's rooftops as her personal domain, she manages to keep one step ahead of the King with one hand buried in the purses of the courtiers. Driven by the plight of the commoners and the unjust death of her family, Kay seizes the chance to graduate from small-time thievery to full-scale rebellion. Her opportunity comes in the form of Will, a wealthy ex-soldier with a dark past. Plucked from the streets and thrown into the shimmering palace court, Kay must use her every strength to blend into a world where she doesn't belong, closer to the enemy than she ever thought she would be.

*Completed* "Fake it till you make it?" A messy relationship with a heartbroken singer in the midst of a world tour sounds like the last thing Lando Norris needs or wants. But when the two of them are forced together she's nothing like he expected and maybe they're both exactly what the other needs.

'Why are you staring at me like that?' 'I haven't seen you in a while. I was curious to see if you've changed.' 'So what do you think? Did I get old?' 'You were already old.' He snorts and grins at me. 'Well you look like you haven't aged a day. You've only gotten more beautiful.' --- He scared the crap out of me when I first met him. But a lot has happened since then. He used to make me laugh, but cry as well. He made me feel safe on some days, but afraid on others. We left our old lives at the Sanctuary behind and started new ones here at Alexandria. But now he's out of his cell after 6 years and I don't know how to feel. --- This is the second part of Too Good to be Bad, and it picks up the story after the time jump in the show. If you want to know what happened before, please read the first part of Too Good to be Bad. Contains mature themes such as sex, violence and inappropriate language. Contains spoilers for the final season of the Walking Dead. Some story lines divert from the show.

Esme and Matt can't stand each other, even if they have to play nice for the cameras. As public speculation about their chemistry heats up, they're forced to confront what's real versus what's just for show. ***** Esme Mendoza is everything Matt Crain isn't--polished, optimistic, and proud of her golden girl image. He's brooding, arrogant, and impossible to work with. As co-stars in an indie romance film, they're forced to act like soulmates on screen while barely tolerating each other behind the scenes. When their banter and lingering stares spark fan speculation during the press tour, their PR teams jump on the opportunity, but Esme and Matt aren't too thrilled. Suddenly, they're everywhere--public appearances, exchanging snarky remarks in interviews, and fueling endless rumors. As their forced chemistry starts to feel a little too real, Esme and Matt are left questioning: are they just playing a role, or could this be end game? ***** WARM HANDS #1 Open Novella Contest -- prompts 45 & 127 [[OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2025 ROUND 2 AMBASSADORS' PICK]] © 2025 caterina george // all rights reserved

Aemyra Velaryon, the dark dreamer made of fire and blood. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the heir to the Iron Throne is sent to the North where all warmth is forgotten. She is sent with the mission to raise an army to rise up against the Greens and the Usurper King Aegon. While doing so she is getting to know the Wolf in the North, Lord Cregan Stark who she grows very fond of. All her life shes known fire, but she soon realizes not all dragons are made of fire, some are born from flames of ice. Together they will write the song of Ice & Fire. fem oc x cregan stark takes place during Dance of Dragons This fanfic is based on the show owned by HBO: House of The Dragon note: the images and gifs used in this book do not belong to me! i do not claim the images as my work i just use them as visuals for my story<3

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

" 𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄" 𝑰𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a girls return to karate and a boys undeniable arrogance somehow draw them closer together - and then further apart.