"Why do you call me starlight?" "Because you fell from the heavens like a shooting star. You're a gift from the Gods, a wish we didn't know we shared. Our starlight." ☆ ☆ ☆ Theia Leclair was completely ordinary (much to her dismay). Like fellow readers, she craved fictional adventures and the comfort of imaginary characters. However, when fiction meets reality, Theia suddenly is spiraling into the arms of multiple fae mates. Will she accept her unexpected fate? Or will she attempt to return to the world she once knew? ☆ ☆ ☆ Rhysand x oc x Feyre Cassian x oc x Nesta Azriel x oc x Elain

Hyacinth Potter-Black thought her worst enemy was behind her and her biggest challenge was keeping her son from turning his hair neon blue. But Potter luck strikes again-dragging her into a strange world with a cocky, impossibly handsome fae lord and a sadistic villain. Faced with impossible choices (again), Hyacinth's fiery spirit is tested as she learns that sometimes fate has a twisted sense of humor... especially when a certain High Lord insists on calling her "darling." Female Harry Potter x Rhysand

( 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

Diana: "Hey, you. Ever die from cancer and wake up as someone who technically didn't exist?" Harry: "And then end up in a world where magic and multiverses collide - with her dragging me into chaos." Diana: "Chaos? Please. I call it epic. Terrifyingly awesome, actually." Harry: "Fine. Epic, crazy, intimidating. And yes, I still fell for her." Diana: "And I fell for him. But shh - spoilers." Harry: "So buckle up. Expect magic, danger, and lots of teasing." Diana: "And me being fabulous. You're stuck with us now. Enjoy the ride!"

The Targaryens believed themselves invincible - dragons at their command, a dynasty forged in fire and blood. Yet power breeds pride, and pride blinds even the strongest kings. Warned by the gods through dreams, King Viserys I Targaryen gathers his fractured family. They are warned of what lies ahead - a future of war, betrayal, and ruin. The Dance of Dragons. A war that will consume their house, shatter their thrones, and bleed the realm dry. Their dragons will fall, their children will perish, and their family - once the mightiest force in Westeros - will crumble into ashes. But fate is never so simple. There was another path - a future shaped by a flame that never had the chance to burn. In another world, a queen rose from fire and shadow - Visenya Velaryon, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor. With emerald green eyes laced with gold, she was fierce yet just, commanding yet wise. From childhood, she was shaped by fire and hardship - a daughter who stood at her mother's side, a warrior who earned the respect of knights and kings alike. When crowned queen, her reign was known as the Golden Age - an era of peace, prosperity, and dragons that soared higher than ever before. Where alliances were forged instead of broken. Where House Targaryen ruled not by fear, but by loyalty. One queen. One life. One flame that could have saved them all. But here... she was never born. As the Targaryens watch her life unfold - her victories, her heartbreaks, her sacrifices - they are haunted by a bitter truth: Their fall was not destined... it was earned. Now, with the echoes of a forgotten queen lingering in their minds, the Targaryens are left to face an impossible question: Can they change their fate... or is the fire that could have saved them already lost to the ashes?

A few months after King Viserys I Targaryen ascends the Iron Throne, the realm gathers in a grand celebration-a chance for the new king to better know his lords, for alliances to strengthen, and for the future to take shape. But as the torches burn and cups are raised, an ancient power stirs. Without warning, time itself bends. A chosen few-Targaryens, Velaryons, and the great houses of Westeros-are pulled from the celebration, their fates bound by forces older than dragons. The Fourteen Flames of Valyria have awakened, and they have a truth to reveal. Here, those summoned are confronted with a harrowing reality: their choices, their betrayals, and their blind ambitions will unravel the realm, leading to war, death, and the ruin of House Targaryen itself. To illuminate their folly, they are granted a rare vision-one that transcends time and fate. Before them unfolds the life of Visenya Velaryon, firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon. But this is no simple tale of dragons and crowns. They will witness the forging of a queen-from the moment she takes her first breath to the day she reshapes the very foundation of Westeros. They will see a ruler unlike any before her, one who embodies the true essence of Fire and Blood. Neither blind to peace nor a slave to war, she is sharp of mind, steel of will, and unafraid to wield both words and a blade. Through the flickering visions of an alternate world, these chosen few must ask themselves: Does the future demand change? Or are they fated to let history repeat itself-until the realm is drowned in fire once more?

The night House Targaryen fractures beyond repair, the gods themselves intervene. As the echoes of steel and fury fill the halls of the Red Keep, Aemond Targaryen stands bloodied but unbroken, having claimed Vhagar at the cost of his eye. Alicent Hightower, blinded by grief and rage, demands justice-an eye for an eye. Rhaenyra Targaryen, protective and unyielding, stands between her son and retribution. King Viserys, weary and failing, tries to hold his family together. But before the first blow can be struck, the very flames in the throne room shift-turning blue and gold. The 14 Flames of Valyria emerge, ethereal and ancient, their voices layered with the weight of history. They bring neither salvation nor vengeance, only the cold truth: "You were never worthy of the blessing the gods once considered bestowing upon you." Before their eyes, the court is forced to witness visions of another world-one where Visenya Velaryon, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, existed. A child destined to be the savior of the Seven Kingdoms. A ruler who could have mended what was broken. A future that was never theirs. But will these glimpses of an untaken path change anything? Will they learn from the wisdom of a world where Visenya existed? Or are they doomed to the same path of fire and blood, unable to escape their fate? A story of divine judgment, lost destiny, and the tragedy of what could have been, Visions of the Unborn Queen asks one haunting question: if given the chance to see their mistakes, would the Targaryens ever truly change?

Rose Emma Potter-Black-Pendragon, the girl who lived, destroyer of the Dark Lord, child of the Mother of Magic, chosen by Death, mistress of DeathLady of Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw, Lady of Hogwarts, Queen of the Magical World, Curse Breaker, Death Rider, Unburnt in Fire, Mother of Dragons, Celestial Seahorse, Queen Valeria. (English is not my first language and there may be mistakes, Valyrian letters will be in Latin)

Nelaehrys Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, was a child of fever and fire-her mind haunted by dragon dreams that left her drifting between brilliance and madness. Called the Broken Flame by courtiers, she found solace only with her shadow-scaled dragon, Firefang, whose strange, feline cunning mirrored her own fragile soul. Tired of her daughter's wildness, Rhaenyra sought to marry Nelaehrys off quickly, to rid herself of the burden she could not control. Yet fate had other plans. In the cold North, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, felt the pull of a bond older than crowns and thrones. Soulmates, tied by ice and fire, wolf and dragon, sanity and chaos. Their love would be both salvation and destruction-reshaping the Dance of the Dragons, as snow embraced flame.🔥❄️ In fever and frost, in shadow and flame, two souls bound by fate will set the world ablaze.🐺🐉💔

Azalea was no stranger to being summoned, to having others pray to her, and be giving offerings to her in exchange for aid, care or assurances. Yet when Robb Stark, son of Winterfell, summoned her, she would admit that she was surprised with the use of blood during the summoning, no one in Westeros had used blood to summon her in centuries, the faith of the seven heavily disproved of such things and the North hadn't partook in the act for many cycles. She was even more confused to have found the boy not in the Northern Kingdom, nor summoning her by way of Winterfell's great Weirwood tree as the Stark's of past had done in their times of need, but instead he was in the Whispering Woods of the Riverlands, and it appeared as if he was occupied with a bloody battle. But a summons was a summons, and Azalea had never turned away from those in need before.