Reborn as Robb Stark, the heir of Winterfell, I awakened in a world that was not my own. The kingdoms are still at peace... for now. But I know what is coming: betrayal, death, and the cruel fate that awaits House Stark. The fall of the Young Wolf is already written in history. But this time will be different. I will not repeat the mistakes that doomed the real Robb Stark. In this game of thrones, the direwolf will not be the prey. He will be the predator. When winter finally comes, all of Westeros will learn to fear the Wolf of Winterfell.

King Aerion I Targaryen, was a husband, a father, a brother, a nephew, a cousin and a grandsire. He was a king who ruled with peace and unity across the realm. He was loved by all and when he died by the hands of Otto Hightower who only wanted his blood on the throne so he poisoned him. His children of Alicent didn't want the crown and so the crown went up to his first son King Jacaerys I Targaryen from his sister-wife Rhaenrya Targaryen who ruled like his father. Then the Targaryens was transported into a room where they will see their husband/father/nephew/grandsire/cousin second life as he face quest after quest to becoming a leader like in his past life.

Alicent had objected to Helaena and Jace being betrothed but Viserys overruled her and they were to marry when Jacaerys came of age. In which Helaena Targaryen got the happy ending she deserves [Jace x Helaena] Also posted on my AO3 account This is my first ever Jacelaena fic so I know it's absolutely rubbish but this is purely self-indulgent. I truly hope you enjoy it.

In the era of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, the court of King Daeron II Targaryen gathers as strange visions reveal the life of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-a dragonrider beloved by the people, bound to his dragon Vermax, and known for his kindness, justice, and devotion to his family. As kings, princes, Blackfyres, knights, and the great lords and ladies of the realm witness his deeds-his diplomacy with the North and Dorne, his Dragon Song, and his tragic fall during the Dance of the Dragons-they are forced to confront a haunting question: Did Westeros lose its greatest king before he ever wore the crown? Also it's an AU - not accurate to the serie

Summoned into a mysterious hall beyond time, kings, queens, warriors, and common folk are forced to witness the life of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. A prince born with a dragon in his cradle. A boy who walked among the people in secret. A dragonlord who sang to dragons and dreamed of a coming winter. As the memories unfold, the realm slowly realizes a terrible truth: The Dance of the Dragons was not just the fall of a dynasty. It was the destruction of the king Westeros was meant to have.

Book 2 Start of a new Era Of Dragons

GoT spin-off with my own OC warning: this wil be a gxg one so... --- Prologue - The Girl With No Name Long before the world would know her as a queen. Before dragons bowed their heads. Before songs were written of her victories. There was only a girl in the shadows. The assassins of **Braavos** did not believe in mercy. They believed in discipline. In silence. In death. The guild was older than most kingdoms. A network of killers hidden beneath temples, taverns, and merchant houses across **Essos**. Those who entered rarely left. Children were taken young. Names erased. Identities stripped away. Only skill mattered. Nymeria had been brought there when she was five. She did not remember the people who sold her. Only fragments remained in her memory. Sunlight. Sand. A woman's voice singing. Dark eyes like her own. And fire. Always fire. --- ---The Training--- The guild masters noticed her quickly. Not because she was the strongest. But because she was relentless. She was faster than the older children. More patient. More observant. She did not rush. She waited. Watched. Calculated. If another trainee swung wildly with a blade, Nymeria would step aside and strike their ribs with brutal precision. If they attacked with anger, she disarmed them. If they hesitated, she struck. By twelve she was already sparring with grown assassins. By fourteen she had her first contract. A corrupt merchant in **Pentos**. She killed him in silence. A dagger through the throat while he slept. Clean. Efficient. Emotionless. The guild masters approved. But there were whispers about her. Not about her skill. About her blood. ---

18 year old Secura Snape was a poor but powerful witch with the ability to do combat magic, martial arts mixed with magic that gave her the ability to cast wandlessly and non-verbally, making the use of a wand useless. She had enough of the Wizarding world mistreating and spitting at her She decided to abandon it and let it destroy itself, going to another world by opening a multiversal breach. She ended up in a primitive world vastly different with little similarity to hers, but she was fine with that. She lived in a cold region called The North and it was the largest and one of the 7 Kingdoms ruled by one Southern King. She was determined to work as a maid in an inn, avoid advances from Pigs and live in peace and her own solitude. Her plans are thrown down the drain when she meets the bastard son of a Lord paramount whose life was similar to hers despite their different situations and falls in love with him, changing everything. (R plus L does not equal J, Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark are not Jon Snow's parents) (Female Severus Snape) (Powerful Jon Snow) (Jon Snow will be a Stark)

We all know how the story goes, Jon Snow was supposed to be brought back after dying at Castle Black's mutiny, participating in battle for the Dawn and all that. But what if Ned Stark had a bastard daughter too ?, one born in 280 AC shortly before the Rebellion started, one who cared for Jon deeply and followed him to the Wall by settling in Mole's town. What if she found out he was dead, but instead of letting Melisandre desecrate his body and soul by bringing him back through her monster God, she stopped her and made sure he rested in peace ?. Witness as Alarin Snow becomes Alarin the Primal Wolf, the High Magnarra of the North and the one who changes the North forever.

A modern man finds himself in Westeros after his untimely death. More specifically, in the body of no one other than King Viserys I Targaryen, the man who set the path to one of the bloodiest conflicts in the Seven Kingdoms' history. Armed with knowledge of what is to come and with a strong will to not let it happen, he is going to stop at nothing to change the destiny of his new family and save the House of the Dragon, and the whole of Westeros, from destruction. (This is my first time writing a story and I'm not fluent in english, so please be patient with me 🙇‍♀️) 🐲🐲🐲 Or canon!Viserys gets replaced by someone with an actual spine and that puts his family first. This is a feel good story for everyone that felt personally victimized by how fucking tragic canon is. A lot of fluff and wholesomeness and little to no drama/angst because George already gave us enough of it to last for a lifetime. If you want to see the Targs being happy and cute, this is for you. (I post it on AO3 with the same title, I am the real author, LazyProcrastinatorr)