ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ [ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ] ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴀ-

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖕 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 When Lucerys Velaryon closed her eyes for the last time, she'd already made peace with death. When Jacaerys Velaryon felt his bond with his sister on the verge of shattering, he fought through excruciating pain until his heart gave out in an attempt to prevent it from happening. Neither knew that their feats would prevent their souls from resting. As two lives ended in a universe, two new ones began in another, and the former siblings were reborn as Aemma Harriet Potter and Neville Longbottom. ( EAT YOUR YOUNG ━ HOTD & HP ) PHILOSOPHER'S STONE: DH ━ BOOK ONE cover credit | Unlock-Your-Mind layout credit | @mandaloreos ©grndelwald | 2024. © All Rights Reserved

With once again failing to do her duty as queen giving the king an heir, the marriage between the king and queen was annulled and declared as unlawful to the seven After waking up foreseeing a horrific future of her only daughter Rhaenyra and the fate of house of the dragons, Aemma would do anything to protect her only living child from the snakes and monsters of Westeros, even after being thrown away as queen and humiliated in front of the seven With the blood of the dragon finally outweighing the blood of falcon, Aemma will protect her own even if it means bringing the seven hells to Westeros and if anyone dares to stop her will answer with fire and blood "𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭, 𝓝𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓻𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭"

She wasn't born to rule. But she was born too dangerous to be ignored. In a kingdom built on fire, blood, and ambition, Rhaella Targaryen grew up between two worlds. Daughter of the king, sister of princes and princess, Rhaella cannot claim the Iron Throne, but her name echoes dangerously close to it. Born in a court of lies, she learns early that there are no righteous sides, only survivors. When the succession to the kingdom is split in two, Rhaella finds herself caught between duty, desire, and violence-navigating forbidden relationships, unstable alliances, and decisions that could condemn or save her own home. In this story, there are no heroes. Only dragons... and those who dare to ride them. Various Characters × Targaryen Female OC! ·˚✎ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #Aemond #1 in #Targeryen #2 in #hightower #3 in #asoiaf #5 in #Luke #6 in #asongoficeandfire #6 in #hotd #6 in #houseofthedragon #7 in #Gwayne #7 in #Alicent #9 in #Housetargaryen

This is the story of Princess Eiraella Targaryen, princess of the blood. A daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his loved wife, Queen Aemma Arryn, twin sister of princess and heir to the iron throne Rhaenyra Targaryen. This is the story of how Eiraella lived in the house of the dragon as a dragonless princess and the youngest member of a small council. Only Princess Eiraella is my character yet. The plot will follow the TV show, but there will be some changes. English is not my first language, so there may be many grammar mistakes and so on. It is my first fanfiction and I hope you will like it.

Alice Mirallis was many things but a believer and someone who trusts easily. She loved her loneliness yet knew from deep inside her that she despised it to the core. She had a sense of adventure yet the world she lived in didn't allow her to expand it. And she knew she must move on. After watching the tv show she heard many gushes about, and innocently complain about it, she never expected to wake up in that very same show and as the character, she both loved and hated. And surrounded by royalty. __________ 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖘𝖆𝖞?

Princess Valora Velaryon, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Late Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Naelys, was known across the realm as a kind, charitable young girl and devoted mother who would one day be their Queen. Until her grandfather died and her mother's throne was usurped, in an effort to gain support for her mother's cause, Valora rode out to Storm's End, where she came face to face with her Uncle Aemond Targaryen. The ensuing fight led to Valora's death. Yet that was not to be the end of her story, as the Princess was reborn as Pallene "Allie" Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon and Sally Jackson. Now those Valora unwillingly left behind have been brought together to watch her life as Valora and her new life as Pallene . (Watching the Series/Watching the Books)

( acotar x fem! harry potter ) After so much time, she thought the prophecy was fulfilled. They celebrated her. A symbol. A hero. The Girl-Who-Lived. But just when she and her group thought they could rest-when the war was over, and they could finally begin recovering from the vast amount of death and tragedy they had survived-the magic did not let h̶e̶r̶ them rest. It tore them from their rebuilding home and took them to a different realm.....one where immortals wear crowns, lands are divided by seasons and power, and a realm where a war was at its peak. （ rhysand x oc ）+ azriel (maybe lol) beautiful cover by @ irxnblade

"She was a child born of darkness and light, the union of two different worlds. A true child of Night, they called her- born at midnight under a full moon during the longest night of the year. But she was more than the darkness she was born into. Just like the stars shine against the night sky, so she shines with a light that pours onto everyone she loves. She is the light in my darkness, the star in my sky. She is everything to me. My mate. My equal. My queen." Willow Alnazar was a unique case- the child of a High Fae mother and an Illyrian father, she was born with a power never before seen, a power that earned her the nickname of "The Banshee". Willow always felt caught between worlds, never really belonging anywhere. In Windhaven, she was a cross-breed female with wings broken in a childhood accident. In Velaris, she was first a latchkey kid of a broken mother and then the sole guardian of her little sister. But when she's kidnapped in the middle of the night and taken to another Court, she knows her quiet life in Velaris is over. Rhysand was a broken male- he'd never truly recovered from what he went through Under The Mountain. But as the High Lord of the Night Court, he puts on a brave face, showing strength to his Court when he feels only a step away from falling apart. But as Hybern starts to march on Prythian, Rhysand puts more and more on his shoulders until it feels he might crumble. Not feeling safe enough to share his pain with anyone, not even his Inner Circle, he continues to feel more isolated and alone. But then everything changes during the High Lord's meeting. Everything changes when he sees that white-haired female wearing a golden mask. And just as the stars and moon bring light to the night sky, so Willow would come to bring the light back into Rhysand's life. And maybe, just maybe, she would help save all of Prythian in the process.

ACOTAR AU Rewrite with Bat Boys x OC RH Matebonds! (No Archeron sisters in this fic) A forgotten heir. A land in decay. A girl born of storm and shadow returns to reclaim what was stolen. Arya hides the truth of her blood, her power, and the crown that once belonged to her. But as magic unravels and the courts fall to chaos, she may be Prythian's only chance at salvation. A legacy lost to time meant to shake the foundations of kingdoms. Fate is a cruel seamstress, and the threads of destiny can be cut, unraveled, but never forgotten. Summoned by forces she cannot yet name, Arya steps into a realm of gilded deception and unraveling myths-a land where thrones are won with blood, where secrets coil beneath silken words, and where masks hide more than faces. The courts murmur of a storm gathering, of shadows stretching too far, of something ancient stirring beneath the roots of the world. She is a blade tempered in exile, a ghost of a legacy buried beneath millennia's of silence. But some graves do not stay undisturbed. And as shadows rise and old magic awakens, one truth becomes clear: Not all crowns are made of gold. Some are built from the bones of the fallen. This story is 4 years in the making and I am overjoyed to be able to finally share it with you all! Best Rankings: #1 Rhys #1 Azriel #1 Cassian #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOTAR Fic #1 ACOTAR AU #1 Rhysand x OC #1 Cassian x OC #1 Azriel x OC