Another world. Another life. Another Alicent. The Dance of Dragons was supposed to decide the future of House Targaryen. Instead, an ancient book appears. Within its pages lies the story of a woman none of them have ever met - yet a woman with the face of their queen. Alicent Wynthorne. The last daughter of an ancient magical house. The girl who sacrificed her happiness to save those she loved. The woman James Potter never forgot. The friend Lily Potter trusted above all others. The mother who refused to let Harry Potter become a weapon in another man's war. As Westeros watches her life unfold, they see an Alicent who challenges kings, defeats enemies, and chooses love without surrendering her power. Daemon sees a fire he never expected. Otto sees the daughter he always wanted - and the one he never allowed to exist. Rhaenyra sees the girl she lost. And Alicent Hightower sees something far more painful. Not a stranger. Not an enemy. A possibility. Because the cruelest punishment is not seeing what you lack. It is seeing who you might have become.

I caressed my belly tenderly as the screams of my stepmother echoed through the halls of the Red Keep. My mother's ladies fluttered around me in concern. They worried for me. Why would they not? After all, my muña had suffered greatly under the weight of pregnancy and had died in childbirth. No. Not died. Murdered. My father had allowed those grey rats to cut her open for a boy who died overnight. Rage fills me every time I remember that my muña died butchered like an animal. I will never forgive him. Nor will I ever forgive Alicent. That whore slipped under my father's sheets while my muña's ashes were still warm. She goes around acting all pious and haughty, even going as far as to scold me for my unladylike behavior. But whoring herself to the King is acceptable? Alicent is but the daughter of a second son, from a minor house at that. She was my maid, the one who dressed me and cleaned my privy. There is no way in the Fourteen Hells that I will bow to her. Much less call her queen.

In "Rhaenyra The Golden" I promised only one-shots and a break from this fandom, but I am a dirty liar. I swear this happens every single time I start writing House of the Dragon fic. I sit down with one clear idea in mind, fully convinced I know where the story is going, and somehow I end up with two. The same thing happened with "The Rogue Prince Come Again" and "HIMYF - Targaryen Edition", so at this point I really should know better than to fight it. So far, we've wandered through Dorne, Driftmark, the Stepstones, the North, and even Yi Ti. And now-whether I like it or not-we're heading into my least favorite region of all: the Riverlands. I have complaints. Many of them. But the story demanded it, and I've learned that arguing rarely works. This fic is me unapologetically playing cupid, rearranging pieces, and indulging a little too hard in character dynamics. Somewhere along the way, I also circled right back to my Sims tendencies, because apparently I cannot help myself when it comes to orchestrating the chaos that is Westeros. As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me as this series continues to grow sideways instead of straight ahead.

Ten years ago... A sixteen-year-old girl stood at the gates of her home with tears in her eyes. She waited. Just once. For someone to stop her. For someone to say, "Stay." Nobody did. So she left. The daughter they misunderstood. The sister they stopped trusting. The girl whose silence was mistaken for guilt. Only her grandparents stood beside her. Only they knew how many nights she cried herself to sleep. Only they knew how hard she worked to rebuild a life far away from the people she once loved the most. Ten years later... The same girl returns. Not because she forgave. Not because she forgot. Not because she needed them. She returned for one reason only. Her eldest brother's wedding. The Suryavanshi Mansion was glowing with lights. Music echoed through every corner. Guests laughed. Families celebrated. Nobody noticed the luxury car stopping outside. Nobody expected her. And nobody was prepared for the woman who stepped out. Dr. Shivangi Suryavanshi. Twenty-seven years old. A world-renowned heart surgeon. Owner of multiple hospitals. A woman respected by thousands. A woman known by the world. Yet completely unknown to her own family. For a moment... Time stopped. Because standing before them wasn't the girl who left. The girl who used to follow her brothers around. The girl who laughed the loudest. The girl who loved her family with her whole heart. She was gone. This Shivangi stood tall. Calm. Elegant. Unreachable. The same eyes. The same face. But none of the warmth. Then her gaze found her eldest brother. The brother whose wedding had brought her home. For a second, memories flashed between them.

Beyond Goodbye The Love We Found After Letting Go Some goodbyes break you. Some set you free. When Raman Bhalla publicly questions Ishita's character after a tragic accident, something inside her finally breaks. Not her love. Not her strength. Her faith. For years, Ishita had loved a family that was never truly hers. She had loved children she would give her life for. She had forgiven mistakes, swallowed hurt, and stood by people who often forgot to stand by her. But this time, she walks away. No explanations. No second chances. No looking back. Determined to rebuild her life in Chennai, Ishita focuses on the one thing nobody can take from her-herself. Miles away, Rishabh Luthra is dealing with a heartbreak of his own after Sherlyn's betrayal shatters the future he once believed in. A business trip. A chance meeting. A friendship neither of them expected. What begins as two broken souls learning to breathe again slowly becomes something deeper. Something safer. Something real. Years later, when fate brings the Bhallas and Luthras together, Raman is forced to face the one thing he never imagined: Ishita is no longer waiting for him. She is laughing. She is loved. She is home. And standing beside her is the man who chose her every single day. A story of healing, friendship, family, second chances, and a love that begins where another ended. Because sometimes the most beautiful chapters of life begin... Beyond Goodbye.

Inspired by deer tracks on fanfiction.net Fem Harry Potterx Shikakunara So this happens after Jiriaya's death and we are just gonna pretend boruto never happens 👍👍

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" In which Amara Reynolds faces the loss of her mentor and decides that it time for a change Or In which Amara Reynolds leaves behind her life in DC and packs up and moves to Seattle for her medical internship and finds family when she least expects it "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞"- 𝐒𝐙𝐀 𝘈 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘹 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

Zuri Esme Hayden follows the life of Zuri Hayden and her older twin sister, Lorelai Leigh "Rory" Gilmore, who was born just thirty minutes before her. Although they share the same parents, the twins could not be more different.

Caroline Gilmore is everything Lorelai was expected to be - valedictorian, proud member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, a fixture at every cotillion, and now, a sophomore at Yale University: the perfect daughter, the pride of Emily and Richard. Meanwhile, years after leaving the Gilmore house in the dead of night with her newborn Rory, Lorelai has returned, joining the family's Friday night dinners once again. But as Caroline basks in the glow of her impeccable life, Lorelai wrestles with jealousy and frustration. And Rory? She's just beginning to meet the aunt she never really knew. How will the Gilmore women navigate old wounds, unspoken rivalries, and the complicated ties that bind them?