❝ baby i'm 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ❞ - isabel larosa Athena Smith, a 15-year-old girl who was born in the 900s, lived a life that was anything but perfect. Alec was a boy she spent time with. She knew little about him. He was mysterious, but she didn't ask questions. Because with him, she forgot all her problems. Then one day, a huge accident struck her village. Unlike the others, that was not where her life ended. That was where it began.

Robert Baratheon was ready to marry Cersei Lannister, but when Visenya Targaryen, a warrior princess of unmatched wit and beauty, is captured, his plans shift. Jon Arryn's cunning suggestion to marry her instead shocks the realm, bringing together two unstoppable forces in a marriage of fire and storm. Warning ⚠️ : Blood, gore, family conflicts, misogyny , sexual tension, princess talking shit, smut, sin, mostly smut, i just want to see Baratheon get shook and eyes open by targussy, just an brute an get burn by dragon princess.

Leila Lannister was the devoted child, the one who surrendered youth for a life she didn't wanted and joy for all the heartache in the world. How will she survive her devotion?

|| ON HIATUS || The fire in her blood lights the way. Born of both House Targaryen and House Hightower, Aemylia Targaryen is more than a princess. She is the People's Princess, the Gods' Gift, the Guiding Light of House Targaryen. With copper hair like her mother and the heart of a dragon, she stands at the crossroads of a fractured realm, a world torn apart by ambition and betrayal. Bonded to Qēlosmirre-Starless-the ferocious offspring of Cannibal and Vermithor, Aemylia's destiny is unlike any who came before her. Heralded as Rhaenys Reborn, yet a soul forged on Earth, she is the girl who defied time and the one chosen to challenge fate itself. In a world where fire and blood dictate life, Aemylia is the Earth's Champion, the only one capable of rewriting the story of House Targaryen. Can she drown out the pounding drums of war by guiding her family into peace, or will she burn alongside the legacy of fire she was born into? Read the story of the girl from our world who challenged fate-and won. [ HOTD AU ] || UPDATES EVERY SUNDAY || 🏆 No.1 #rheanyratargaryen 16/03/25 🏆 🏆 No.2 #targaryenoc 07/04/25 🏆

The wind howled through the bare branches, a chilling reminder of winter's harsh grip on the land. Snowflakes danced in the moonlight, casting an eerie glow over Malfoy Manor. Inside, the warmth of the hearths did little to comfort Narcissa Malfoy as she readied herself for bed. The manor, usually a fortress of calm and control, seemed unusually restless tonight. A sharp, unexpected knock echoed through the grand hallways, startling Narcissa. It was late, far too late for visitors. She hesitated, her heart pounding as she approached the front door. The knock came again, more insistent this time. She reached for her wand, clutching it tightly as she opened the heavy door. The icy wind whipped around her, but no one was in sight. Narcissa frowned, scanning the empty grounds. Just as she was about to close the door, a faint whimper caught her attention. She looked down and gasped. At her feet was a small basket, swaddled in heavy furs. Inside, a baby girl with striking white hair and vivid purple eyes peered up at her, innocent and curious. . . . . This story will be updated weekly (when I'm back to my normal schedule. For now, I can only update every 2 weeks). I hope you all like it! P.S. Haven't decided who will be her endgame, but we'll see how the story will eventually go. As of the moment, it could be Cedric Diggory, Tom Riddle (his ghost; still debating this), or maybe I'll make up a character in the future.

||Complete|| In a Westeros trembling on the edge of civil war, Thalassa Celtigar arrives at court as the new lady-in-waiting to Rhaenyra Targaryen. Proud, cunning, and bound by loyalty to the Realm's Delight, Thalassa steps into a world where whispers kill faster than blades, and every smile hides a threat. With House Hightower scheming to place Aegon on the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's claim grows ever more precarious, and Thalassa becomes her most trusted weapon in the shadows. But the greatest victories are the ones never fought. Tasked with ensuring Rhaenyra's rise without plunging the realm into dragonfire and ruin, Thalassa wages a war of diplomacy and deception-winning hearts, silencing threats, and reshaping the court from within. At her side stands Prince Daemon Targaryen: husband, ally, and weapon. Together, they are a storm cloaked in velvet, too dangerous to challenge, too essential to cast aside. As the crown draws near and enemies close in, Thalassa must outmaneuver a realm teetering on the edge of war. But in a world built on lies and loyalties, the greatest danger may not be losing the game-but what she's willing to sacrifice to win it.

Lyarra Snow/Visenya Targaryen spent the first six years of her life being bullied and hurt by people who were meant to love her or at least care, but after she almost died. The old gods and The Valar took pity on her. She had new adventures, new friends, and family, but the call home to take what us hers is still strong. Will she go home in the end? Or will she stay? Please note that all mature scenes will be marked as (M) in the chapter title. OC x Multiple

"Is this some kind of joke?" I whispered in shock, my voice trembling as I stared at the reflection in the ornate mirror before me. Well, her mirror. The polished silver showed a face I knew all too well-just not my own. Pale skin, a cascade of silver-gold hair, and violet eyes that could only belong to one person. "Who the hell did I piss off to become her? The Black Queen?" My words were almost a growl as I gripped the edges of the vanity, the cold metal biting into my fingers. That's right. One moment, I was just me, heading home after another long day, and the next... a car came out of nowhere. I don't even remember the impact, not really. It was too fast. No flashes of light, no angelic choirs-just darkness. And then I was here. The next thing I knew, a maid was shaking me awake, her voice trembling with reverence as she called me Princess Rhaenyra. Yeah. That Rhaenyra. The Black Queen herself. The one and only Maegor with tits.

When winter comes, her flame will light the way. Growing up in the North was something people did not take for granted; her family ruled the Icelands and the people that came with it. They trained the girls alongside of the boys, knowing the dangers of Winterfell, and when the time came, they would be thankful for that. Winter is coming and Nyssa Ember knew she had to find the strength to tackle all that came with it. The Gods may be just but men were not, she just hoped Robb Stark was. Game of Thrones: Season 1-8 Fem! OC x Robb Stark