𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 an outcast and a prized daughter of two rivaling clans can put aside their grievances to try and make it out alive. - #1 - atwow #1 - avatarthewayofwater #1 - avatar2 7/21 #1 - afaa #1 - metkayina #1 - grief #1 - loaksully 6/13 #1 - Varang 5/20, 8/24 #1 - omatikaya 6/13 #1 - avatar3 6/16 #1 - Pandora 6/28 #1 - avatarfireandash 6/28 - Started:12/19/25 Finished: Published:12/20/25 [Lo'ak x Fem!OC] -AFAA Storyline -bleedinqheart 2025 -Cover credits: @𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐖𝐑𝐋𝐃 -Cross published on ao3

IN WHICH, the bastard daughter of a Summer Islander whore struggles to find her true purpose in life, wanting to be more than a mere brothel worker. ୨୧ ︎ OR IN WHICH, a Targaryen prince visits a brothel to seek solace outside of the Red Keep and his heavy burdens as heir to the throne - ultimately changing both of their fates forever. (House of the Dragon Fanfiction) (Aegon II Targaryen x Commoner/Whore/Bastard fem!oc)

Plot: ❝Aelythea Targaryen knows right from wrong, her duties and the sacrifices she must make as a princess. Despite the harsh words and strict teachings her mother, Alicent Hightower, has inflicted on her throughout her life, Aelythea simply cannot help but follow her instincts and her heart. Jacaerys Velaryon knows his responsibilities, the fate he will faces and what it entails. He grew up with the love of his mother Rhaenyra Targaryen and his younger brothers, Lucerys and Joffrey, protecting them from the rumors of their legitimacy. But he can't help but be captivated by the lips of those who utter such rumors. Aelythea and Jacaerys have been pitted against each other since birth, yet it seems a thread binds them tightly and is hard to break. Their love is already hindered by their lust for power, but the situation could get worse with the outbreak of a war that pits them on opposing sides.❞ Oc female x Jacaerys Velaryon

Maeleys Targaryen was born beneath the shadow of dragons and raised beneath the weight of a crown. Named heir to the Iron Throne despite having an elder brother, she spent her life believing her destiny had already been written. But destiny is a fragile thing. As the years pass, whispers follow her wherever she goes. Some call her ambitious. Others call her dangerous. Those closest to her know there is something hidden behind her calm smile-a grief she never speaks of and wounds that never truly healed. In a court built on lies, loyalty is fleeting, and trust is often rewarded with betrayal. Yet Maeleys endures, navigating a world where every alliance has a price and every promise can be broken. As dragons soar overhead and tensions rise throughout the realm, the line between justice and vengeance begins to blur. To some, she is the Realm's future. To others, she is a threat waiting to reveal herself. And when a crown becomes the center of a kingdom's ambitions, one question remains: Was Maeleys Targaryen always destined to become the woman history remembers, or did the realm create the very thing it would one day fear? Fire remembers. Blood remembers. And dragons never forget.

[PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS‼️] IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

All it took was one lunge from Enkyo for Zuko to move-his body snapping between Zhenyi and her father in one firm wall of pure will. Enkyo stumbled back, snarling, reaching again, but Zuko stepped in closer this time, heat curling low along his arms like a warning rather than an attack. The room went silent under his gaze as he spoke, voice flat and absolute: "Do not touch my wife." _ Zuko spent his adolescence fighting for a place in his nation-first at his father's side, and later against him-believing conquest was the path to honor, and honor the path to belonging. By the time he claims the throne as Fire Lord Zuko, everything he once thought he wanted is finally within reach: power, status, and the approval of his people. But victory does not bring peace. Haunted by loss and burdened by the weight of a nation still healing, Zuko finds himself isolated within his own court, uncertain of how to rule a world that no longer fits the fire he was raised to believe in. When Iroh decides it is time for him to marry, Zuko is swiftly betrothed to the daughter of a powerful Fire Nation general. The arrangement is political. Unwanted. Final. His bride is impeccably proper-soft-spoken, excessively modest, and carefully obedient in a way that feels less like etiquette and more like survival. She avoids eye contact, flinches at closeness, and moves through palace life as though taking up space is dangerous. Zuko assumes she fears him. What he does not yet understand is why. As duty binds them together and silence stretches between them in the palace halls, Zuko begins to suspect there are truths hidden beneath her guarded composure-truths that may change not only how he sees her, but how he understands power, loyalty, and the nation he is trying to rebuild. Even in a marriage neither of them chose, something dangerous begins to shift beneath restraint.

✧˚ · . 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 ┃» Vielleicht bin ich nicht dazu gemacht, wie ein Feuerwerk zu leuchten. Aber Glühwürmchen leuchten auch im Dunkeln - still und geduldig. Und das ist genug. « © RHAENYRAS_ANGEL LOCKWOOD&CO ANTHONY LOCKWOOD X FEM!OC

❝ 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ (Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Bastard OC) (Modern!AU of House of the Dragon)

REWRITING ✵ 'You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late.' In which Lynette the bastard daughter of Ælfric is given to Earl Kjartan of Dunholm in hopes to keep some semblance of peace among the two Lords. Quiet and reserved Lynette kept to herself out of fear, always obeying and doing as told to do. Through the orchard of thorned flowers that is her mind Sihtric Kjartansson, the bastard and ignored son of Kjartan, managed to cut the thorns and make home between the foliage of mysteries that obscure her. ---- #1 in thelastkingdomfanfic #1 in sihtric #1 in uhtredragnarsson #4 in sihtrickjartansson #5 in tragiclovestory