IN WHICH, Maera Targaryen meets a knight during her dinner in a Baratheon tent that doesn't seem to recognize the power her name holds. With affection growing between the two, Maera sets her dutiful life aside to find her own happiness with Duncan.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 wailed outside of their door, the girls of the brothel gained another sister, another girl they would raise and teach to make her way in life. Lyrissa hadn't known a lot of things, hadn't known her last name or even who she was, yet she knew how to please a man for coin. Aegon Targaryen was the definition of damned product. The boy who held so much trauma from his youth to adulthood. But then again? The same boy who stole his sisters birthright. The same boy who fell in love with whore from flea bottom despite his wife and kids at home.

The night a wail echoed throughout the red keep, was the night the world graced rhaenyra targaryen with a twin. A perfect mirror, a perfect friend. But as the two grew and king viserys saw the difference between the two of them, it was as if they was strangers with the same last name. Rhaella Targaryen was the complete opposite to her sister, yet she was outspoken, she knew what she wanted and she wasn't going to back down. Harwin strong, a Nobels son. 'Breakbones' yet for the 17 year old princess he was like putty in her hands. The girl with the crooked smile, of course he had ladies from all over calling upon him. Swearing their loyalty and promise. But none mattered. Not like she did. The king had refused to wed the two, despite rhaellas begs and cries. And Harwin had refused to marry another, despite the need for heirs for his household name.

Saera Martell was a flame caught between two winds, never burning in one direction for long. Born as the daughter of a Targaryen and a Martell, she was a dreamer plagued by memories that are not her own. Faces, moments, and emotions linger long after she wakes, leaving her uncertain of where her dreams end and her true self begins. When duty calls, Saera is sent to King's Landing, where visions, politics, and expectation press in from all sides. There, she meets Aerion Targaryen. Someone, who has been haunting her mind. He was like a name written over and over, though never the same. But not all ties are woven by dreams. Valarr Targaryen enters her life without warning or prophecy. He was an unforeseen presence defined by kindness rather than fate. As Saera struggles to reconcile memory with reality and desire with duty, she finds herself drawn in conflicting directions. In king's landing, unexpected friendships form. Ones that would haunt her life in the years to come. Burrowed echoes occupy her mind, taking up the space of her own. Caught between identity, responsibility, and choice, Saera must decide whether her future will be shaped by the dreams that haunt her-or by the life she chooses to claim as her own. But will the gods allow it, whatever her decision?

A short Baelor and Rhaenyra fanfic, enjoy my loves!!

In Gotham, secrets don't just stay buried-they hunt you. When Bruce Wayne is murdered, the city looks for a scapegoat, and Turner Hayes is the perfect target. Isabella March is the perfect daughter, the perfect friend, and the perfect lie.

In a kingdom where the dragon's breath caresses the horizon, its wings beating the skies, the fiery breaths fall silent. Beauty mingles with secrecy, and tenderness is cloaked in mystery. Hearts open like flowers in the morning, promising light and hope. The softness of silk caresses the skin, fragile and tempting, while beneath its surface secrets and scars are hidden. For behind the veil of silk, shadows lengthen, vows crack, and silence hides blades. In this game of appearances, the truth is often the most dangerous of thorns, the deadliest of silks, and the ugliest of scars. Every gesture, every promise, bears the traces of old, sweet memories that have become deep, silent wounds. In a world where appearances veil the truth, where beauty conceals pain, even invisible scars tell stories, legends that we dare not even whisper. Between deceptive gentleness and buried desires, the boundary is fragile. For learning to recognise the manipulation behind gentleness, learning to recognise the pain behind a beautiful facade, learning to recognise a lie in a truth quickly becomes a matter of survival, and that requires more than just a mask.

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

HANDS TURNING LOOM... SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK... DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD... --- She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him with all of her ideas and lies. Roselyn Hightower was now a threat. A dangerous one in brightly colored gowns and pearl jewelry. Otto knew, the only way to kill a snake was to cut it's head off. --- ( DARK! AEGON II TARGARYEN x OC ) ( HELAENA TARGARYEN x OC ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] --- { STARTED & COMPLETED: MARCH 12, 2024 - ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of House of the Dragon ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. This WILL be based on the TV Show ( Sorry to all of my book fans out there! ). WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity, ( brief ) smut, and dark / yandere. The typical GOT / ASOIAF stuff.. { I re-used the pre-done format for one of my old discontinued stories, so it could be tagged / labeled. Also sorry to those who were fans / read the old discontinued story. }