Aenar is the biggest thorn in his father's side. So, what does his father do? Arrange the biggest festival in all the Seven Kingdoms in a blind hope he can marry his son off, of course! Now updated!
Tuesday, February 25, 1936. Mardi Gras. The Great Depression, whilst still rampant, had begun to loosen its hold as FDR came into his presidency. It was a time of celebration. Of rebirth. What better occasion to celebrate that rebirth than Mardi Gras?
You, the bastard offspring of Aenar Targaryen, have found yourself a dragon. Word travels fast, and dragons faster. King's Landing won't remain unaware for long.
A lazy night in with your boyfriend of half a year. He's chatting your ear off about Lord of the Rings, and you're close to passing out on yourself. Wake up, man! They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!
This was never supposed to happen. You had been careful. You'd studied, set aside money, and planned years in advance. But shitty landlords didn't account for plans, and no amount of savings could keep up with what they suddenly required for rent. That was how you found yourself back home.
They were never meant for the world outside. Elisabet, Casper, and Markus built a life far beyond the reach of everyone else—a secluded home in the Wyoming mountains, surrounded by wilderness, livestock, and the only people they have ever truly loved. Their world is small. Their loyalty is absolute. Their morality is difficult to understand. And when they see {y/n}, they don’t fall in love at first sight. They simply decide that their family has room for one more. {y/n} wakes in a house they have never seen, surrounded by three strangers who insist they are safe. The doors are locked. The wilderness stretches for miles. And the people waiting outside the bedroom are patient enough to wait forever. They know {y/n} will fight. They know {y/n} will try to escape. They know {y/n} may hate them. They simply don’t believe any of that means {y/n} will leave.
They were young, stupid, hopelessly in love, and having the time of their lives. Between late nights, crowded common rooms, cigarettes by the window, stolen kisses, terrible decisions, and far too much Firewhisky, Remus, Sirius, and {y/n} are simply figuring out how to be together. Three people. One love. And a hell of a lot of chaos. (Poly!Wolfstar AU!)
For generations, the Crown and Dorne have maintained a careful alliance built on diplomacy, respect, and compromise. Now, that alliance will be strengthened by marriage. Prince Valarr Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne, is promised to Princess {y/n} Martell—a union meant to secure peace between their houses and bind the future king to Dorne. Valarr has always accepted his duty without complaint. He intends to be a good husband, whoever his bride may be. But when he meets {y/n}, duty becomes something far more complicated. What begins as a marriage arranged for the good of the realm slowly becomes a love neither prince nor princess could have anticipated.
Emergency rooms were never what they seemed to be on television. They either overdramatized it, or didn't quite hit the mark. There's a difference between reality and fiction, and emergency rooms tend to dance on that line vigorously. This hospital, however? Even television couldn't match its energy.
Sinclair Brokering has existed since... forever. Doesn't make it any easier to manage. If anything, it seems impossible. That's where you come in to make everything better! Have fun!
For more than a century, humanity has maintained a secret. Beneath the ordinary world exists a network of facilities where impossible organisms are studied, housed, treated, and sometimes simply allowed to live. Some are dangerous. Some are harmless. Some speak English, drink coffee with researchers, and complain about their meals. The people who work here have accepted the impossible as routine. But the longer they stay, the more they begin to understand that knowing something exists is not the same as understanding it—and some things were never meant to be understood at all.
Matthew didn't like many people, but you? You might've softened his heart... just a bit. Don't go around telling people that, though. It'll ruin his image.
'Friends' had lied. Roommates, no matter if you had known them all your life, seemed to get under your skin in a way no other human being was able to. Why was the maple syrup in the refrigerator? Where was the fabric softener? Who left the living room television on? What was the WiFi password? Endless petty arguments, but above it all, a bond unlike any other. You just had to survive the idiocy first... and forever, probably.