Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚢. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝? Bucky Barnes x FemOC • Takes place mainly in Captain America; Civil War & in TFATWS (spoilers) • This book contains MATURE themes.

How you gonna say that? Take it all back. Fuckin' with my head will make my heart attack. - When Jasey Foster agrees to join her father, owner of Foster Music Management, on tour with punk band, Pretty Venom, she finds herself fighting her morals and struggling to make sense of the world around her. Niall Horan, lead guitarist in the band, faces his own struggles finding himself in the world after having to escape the life he created for himself back home. His rockstar nights are followed by hungover and dreadful days as he searches for motivation in his clouded mind. "Do I make you nervous, Jasey?" he asks, looking down to me as he takes a step closer, awaiting the answer. I step backwards from him, shaking my head. He takes another step to me. "Use your words, Jasey." I finally step towards him, raising my head to face his. "Why would you make me nervous? Why would I waste my time worrying about a rude, entitled, selfish musician who has to have his friends save him from every mistake he makes? It's no wonder you had to leave Ireland. You probably couldn't own up to your poor decisions and now that you have three people who will cover your ass from any conflict you walk into, you don't care about your recklessness because you know there will be someone to clean up the messes you make." His lips slowly turn to a grin. "There she is. Keep going. " - HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 Niall Horan AU #1 Literature #1 Writing #2 Niall #62 Niall Horan #1 Niall Horan Fanfi #1 Band #1 One Direction STARTED MARCH 2021 ENDED JULY 2022

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"IT CAN BE SO LONELY IN THIS CITY, BUT IT FEELS DIFFERENT WHEN YOU'RE WITH ME" ••• Olivia Campbell grew up next to Liam Payne, the two relying on each other as they maneuvered through life together. No matter how far one strayed, they always stayed in touch and were there for one another, whether it be financial help or sexual favours. Simply put - casual friends. When Olivia's side job catches up to her and her future crumbles, she has nothing left to lose and time to kill. In an impulsive decision, she flees to Daytona Beach in search of a distraction, or many. It's only by chance she runs into Liam and his band while they're touring the world. How convenient that her best friend is a rockstar who can get her virtually anything she wants. Sex, drugs, alcohol and money. Except, what she really wants is a blonde-haired boy with commitment issues. ••• *a spin-off of @happydays1d's Duplicity!*

"I don't believe that for a second." { Story playlist, any suggestions may be left in the comments: https://open.spotify.com/user/1254020194/playlist/1zki6flwfQvFM6jHXdTj5o } {the star wars universe does not belong to me, s/o to george lucas u gr8, jolly man}

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

Jace/Female OC -NOT A SELF INSERT SMUT A bit of a Cregan Stark side story. He pleases BOTH of his dragons. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Precursory for new readers: this was written after season one of HOTD, I will not be changing anything when season 2 comes out. Also ages are not my strong suite and may be inconsistent but any smut happens when they're both of age Daemon swore a child could never grow in the venomous pit that was his bronze bitch in the Vale. It was the sense of humour of the Gods to give Rhea Royce a child the very image of her absent husband's own mother. An even further mockery of the Royce line was the carbon copy attitude Alyssa Targaryen was gifted from her father. "𝘈𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤." His little dragon, his child to a fault. And there were many. But Alyssa was ever her father's daughter. Eternally loyal to her family, breaker of law and tradition, and eager to cause as much upset in any capacity it is provided to her. She has tastes and desires that are satisfied no matter what the poor Septas have tried to tell her. Alyssa is Daemon Targaryens child. She will never turn her back on her family. She will defend Rhaenyra's honour as fiercely as if it was her own. Jacaerys Velaryon finds himself a fortunate ally to Alyssa Targaryen. His sense of duty and sacrifice do not go unnoticed by the fiery and impulsive daughter of the Rogue Prince. She has the fire to burn their enemies to the ground. He has the breeze to fan the flame brighter or the structure to keep the fire contented. *** "I fear for the men of the realm when she grows into a woman." Daemon shook his head. "I fear only for myself." ***