kaerythra targaryen, a young girl born of bastard blood. she once loved rhaenyra targaryen and believed that it mattered. but it did not.

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... It may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?

Vesper Sitara was raised to be a legacy. Daughter of two infamous Tyrrish assassins, she arrives at Basgiath War College with one goal: to make her parents proud and ensure their name is never forgotten. While others fight to survive the Riders Quadrant, Vesper intends to conquer it-blade, bone, and fire. Placed under the command of Xaden Riorson, the ruthless wingleader tasked with keeping the marked ones alive, Vesper quickly becomes a problem he can't control. He demands restraint. She was raised for rebellion. Every clash between them burns sharper than the last-and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to stay away from him, even when she knows exactly how dangerous that is. As her first year unfolds, Vesper gains power: a dragon as savage as she is, and a place in a quiet rebellion growing beneath Navarre's rule. But chasing her parents' legacy means stepping deeper into blood, secrets, and a war that is far from over. Vesper Sitara didn't come to Basgiath to survive. She came to become a legend-even if it kills her.

Rhaella has spent her entire life surviving what should have destroyed her. She stands on the edge of conscription, ready to enter the brutal world of dragon riders, where only the strongest endure and the weak are quickly forgotten. But strenght, for Rhaella, has never been about physical power alone. It is carved into her bones, forged through years of silent suffering, relentless abuse, and pain that would have shattered anyone else. they tried to break her. Again and again. And yet, she remains. Untouched... not because she was spared, but because nothing they did could take the one thing she refused to surrender. Herself. In a world, where danger lurks in every shadow and loyalty is as fragile as life itself, Rhaella must navigate deadly trials, ruthless rivals, and the ever-present threat of failure. But her greatest battle isn't against the challenges of becoming a rider, it's against the ghost of her past that refuse to let her go. Cold, guarded, and unyielding, Rhaella is not the kind of heroine people expect. She does not seek friendship. she does not trust easily. And certainly does not believe in happy endings. But dragons do not choose the unworthy. And something ancient, powerful, and terrifying may see in her not just survival, but something far more dangerous. Because sometimes, the most broken souls don't shatter. They burn.

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘 died at the age of 23 and has been stuck that way ever since 1864. As a Heretic, she juggles the struggle of being a blood-thirsty vampire and having the extraordinary powers of a witch. In 2009, she finds herself back in her hometown with blanks in her memory, a doppelgänger to protect, and two women being targeted by old enemies. or Elena Gilbert, a complete replica of Katherine Pierce, an old lover, captures her attention, but the young girl is not the reason she stays. ┍ ∞ ○ ∘ ɹǝʌǝɹoɟ puɐ sʎɐʍlɐ ∘ ○ ∞ ┙ rewrite of season 1 start: March 4th, 2025 rewrite of season 1 end: rewrite of season 2 start: rewrite of season 2 end: 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗰𝘀 𝘅 𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 [ plus other oc x tvd character ships ] TVD season 1 - season 2 This is a rewrite of my SECLOUTH | 03 | c. forbes & h. marshall story. This one will be the one that goes with the other stories but people have expressed loving the old one a lot so I've decided to split it so people can have the choice to read it!! Thank you for reading. ⚠ All TVDU characters go to Julie Plec and the writers but any OC and non-canon story line is mine

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy? The Vampire Diaries FEM X FEM pairing OC x Katherine Pierce Part of the First Light universe Published: January 2025 Completed: ? © mb_soliloquy

Viserys was now cold, in decay. Daemon was fire, unbound and wild. But what if there was something in between? Someone not forged by extremes- But born from the space they never noticed? 𝓝𝓪𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓼. First and last of her name, The sister they never claimed, The heir fate folded into shadow. She didn't return, She wasn't meant to, She never planned to. For her name was buried under ash, Her place lost in the halls of men. The Middle Child. The Prodigal Sister. A whisper between fire and frost. And when the skies wept for Aemma- Wept loud enough to rattle the stones of Dragonstone- The world stirred. And the secret they buried Began to breathe again. For a forgotten truth, when remembered, Can warm like an old lullaby- Not for what it fixes, But for proving we were not mad To dream it once lived.

No one knows exactly what happens between Alicent Hightower and Rhaenyra Targaryen, but what they do know is that what ever occurred, Rhaella Targaryen was at the center of it all. [alicent hightower x fem OC] [rhaenyra targaryen x fem OC] [house of the dragon]

Alessandra Vespera was born royalty, not the kind her world would accept. Born intersex in a kingdom that prized strength, tradition, and conformity, she was raised as a prince but always knew she was a daughter. When her wolf awakens in a form deemed "too weak," her royal family casts her further into silence. But Alessandra's journey is only beginning. At the Royal Academy of Eldara-where dragon princes, vampire assassins, and fae dreamwalkers train for power-she's the only intersex royal in generations. Mocked, rejected, even denied by her fated mate, Alessandra loses everything... including her wolf. Until she chooses to be reborn. Guided by a dragon prince who sees her worth and a fire forged in the Underworld, Alessandra will rise not as the daughter her family wanted, but as the weapon the gods never planned for.