She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

In the shadow of dragons and fire, two twins were born to House Targaryen. Daemon - the restless prince with a sword in hand. And Daelyra - his twin. But the bond they shared was more than blood. A forbidden tie, a danger to the throne.

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

─── Lady Roseanne Hightower, eldest daughter of the Hand of the King and a devout child of the Faith, returns to King's Landing after years in Oldtown. When Queen Aemma dies in childbed, Roseanne becomes an unexpected comfort to the grieving King Viserys I. What begins as solace blossoms into love, and she takes her place beside him as queen. But the crown brings isolation. Princess Rhaenyra rejects her friendship, her father sees her children as pawns, and Roseanne finds herself fiercely protective of the family she has built. Everything shifts when her first love, Prince Daemon Targaryen, returns to court. Following ancient Valyrian custom, Viserys permits Roseanne to take Daemon as her second husband, placing unprecedented power in her hands. "The Mother gives the gift of life and protects the souls of every wife." This prayer has always guided Roseanne's heart. But as factions rise and House Targaryen splinters, she faces an impossible choice: forge peace and protect her children at any cost-or watch helplessly as the realm descends into the Dance of the Dragons. ── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ || Viserys I x OC x Daemon Targaryen || || House of the Dragon S1 & 2 || || #1 - daemon || || #1 - Aegon || || #1 - hightower ||

Ezra Laurent-McAllister was once inseparable from Shane Hollander until one kiss, one confession, and one moment of silence shattered everything. Branded by rumors and crushed by homophobia, Ezra chose survival over honesty, burying his sexuality and leaving Canada behind to rebuild his life in New York. Years later, he returns as the New York Admirals' top center, forced into a brutal rivalry with Shane's Montreal team and dragged into the league's most infamous feud between Shane and Illya Rozanov. Ezra wants nothing to do with the past, but the ice has a memory, and Illya sees what Shane lost long before Shane does. Caught between guilt, obsession, and unspoken truth, Ezra must decide whether faith, love, and identity can coexist in a world that once demanded his silence or if survival will always come at a cost.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. (𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚)

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 🏆

Anastasia Black has never belonged. The daughter of Sirius Black, she grew up under the shadow of his name, branded an outcast long before she ever set foot in Hogwarts. A Ravenclaw with a sharp mind and a streak of rebellion, she survived the war against Voldemort - but survival came at a cost. Her father, her godfather, the boy she loved... all gone. And in the silence that followed victory, she was left with nothing but grief and a dragon. When the skies tore open and a storm of magic hurled her into another world, Anastasia thought fate had finally broken her. Instead, she landed in a realm of kings and wolves, fire and iron. She arrived in time to save a man condemned to die - Lord Eddard Stark - and with him, the daughters he loved. Now Westeros whispers of the stranger with silver eyes and a dragon at her side. Some call her sorceress. Some call her savior. Others whisper a name she does not remember: Rhaenys Targaryen. But Anastasia knows only this - she is a Black no matter what, and this game of thrones will not break her.

Naella Targaryen (OC) x Daemon Targaryen. Naella was not just some girl that was born, she was extraordinary. They say some women fear the fire and other women simply become it. Naella Targaryen basked in it's glow.

in which fezco & sophia are east highlands modern day bonnie and clyde. lowercase intended. gifs and book cover done by @lonely-sxcker