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Option 2 : Game of Thrones: The Lustful Plunderer System Option 3: Execution Day: I Awakened the Slaughter System in Westeros ⚔️ Ruthless Protagonist: A pragmatist who kills without hesitation. No mercy for enemies. 🩸 Solo Leveling Vibe: Kill enemies -> Plunder Stats & Skills -> Become a God. 🐉 Dragon Rider: Master of "Winter," a unique three-headed dragon. 🔥 Harem: Unapologetic ambition Plot Omniscient: Using knowledge of the future to manipulate major events and destroy enemies like Littlefinger and the Lannisters.

The north remembers..... cover by arii <3 Game of thrones Season 2 onwards

Visenya Targaryen, elder sister to the Mad King, steps into a world of power and peril. Her union with Tywin Lannister will change the fate of the Iron Throne

Tywin Lannister youngest son

Zyta Baratheon is the only child of Robert Baratheon and Cersei Lannister. She is sweet and kind but fierce. She fell in love with a man that had no love in his heart. The same man fell in love with the princess of the Seven Kingdoms. Sandor Clegane never liked the Lannister's or the Baratheon's but he sure liked Zyta Baratheon. OCxSandor STARTED: September 30, 2017 ENDED: May 28, 2019

What happens when an Indian girl ends up in game of thrones and becomes the female Jon Snow. If Westeros was expecting a meek, submissive girl.... well, they got a nightmare in the form of a fanfiction writing, expert martial artist, engineer reincarnated in the body of a teenage Stark bastard girl who will shake the world.

Christina Benton hated the ending of Game of Thrones-especially the betrayal and death of the woman she loved from afar: Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. So when a mysterious survey offers her the impossible, Christina doesn't hesitate. With Wanda Maximoff's powers and one burning wish in her heart, she awakens not in her old world-but in Westeros. Reborn as Alyssa Stark, the supposed daughter of Ned and Catelyn and twin sister to Robb, Alyssa carries a secret no one knows: she is the trueborn child of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen. With chaos magic in her blood, visions of fire in her dreams, and a soulbond tying her fate to Daenerys herself, Alyssa must walk the line between wolf and dragon, duty and desire. But soulbonds have rules-and in every bond, there is an alpha and an omega. And destiny? It always demands sacrifice. This time, she will save Daenerys. This time, fire will reign. Even if she has to burn the world to make it happen. ⚠️ Content Note: This story features a G!P (girl with penis) portrayal of Daenerys Targaryen. Please read with awareness of that element.

Sansa Stark and Isabelle Bennett, two best friends seperated. They made a promise that they would always be best friends but after fourteen years when the two are reunited, they realise that both have changed in ways they couldn't imagine.

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

Warning: Feel-good fix-it with Mary Sue-adjacent main character. Valeikova's Dragon of the North, exhausted and so incredibly traumatized after dealing with a full blown civil war caused by what is essentially family drama, yearned for a fucking break, one that did not result in her having even more responsibilities on her shoulders. When letters came about a newly discovered land called "Westeros", however, she knew that things would not go her way: there was no room for a break, responsibilities sought her how lovers sought each other's arms (or did she seek them herself?). Valeikova did their research, and then as they decided that they could not just pretend Westeros doesn't exist however big or small of a threat it is, they had to send someone to impress Westeros, or preferably, intimidate it. That someone was her and she (un)happily obliged. It was the most important purpose of her position, after all. Intimidation. or A fortunately unfortunate envoy found herself caught up in the family feud of the Targaryens. Being the ever dutiful eldest daughter with zero proper childhood and a tendency to fix things she did not ruin, she decided that they should know they fucked up and are fucked up, and if they do not sort things out, she will.

He was made of clay and iron; She was made of fire and dreams. a knight of the seven kingdoms aphroditelure, 2026

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ You say, "Maybe we make our own destiny" But I know that we're destined to break - Two lovers died at the same moment. The first one was a girl killed by her uncle on a dragon back - the second killed himself from madness and fury after receiving a letter from his older sister informing him that the person he once loved was killed by their own kin. In which he ended his life to be reunited with his lover. As the two of them got reincarnated in another world full of gods, monsters, and foes - another family, what they didn't know was that both of their families in their previous lives were watching their new life with the danger and adventure they went on. A/N: This story is inspired by all those who created some wtm (watching the movie), so I wanna credit all of them because they inspired me to make this. I'll re-edit everything.

Prince Daemon Targaryen despised his first wife, the Lady Rhea Royce. The union had been forced upon him, and he had all but been dragged to the altar. Yet from the miserable marriage came a son born with the blood of Old Valyria and the strength of the First Men. Male!OC x Rhaenyra Targaryen

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.

This is inspired by game of thrones. This is when a strange man wakes up beyond the wall with no memory of who he is. This happens before the man in night watch gets killed by white walkers in the first episode in the first season.

𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 ╰┈➤ IN WHICH a bastard changes the course of history {FEM!OC CENTRIC | MULTISHIPPING} {ASOIAF / GOT}

La gloria del rey Jaehaerys se construyó sobre tumbas pequeñas. Primero Daenerys (el sudor), luego Alyssa (el parto) y Daella (el miedo). El Rey vio marchitarse a Viserra en el lodo y perdió a Maegelle en los altares y a Saera en el placer. En el centro del desastre, Alysanne quedó como un espectro marchito, una reina de huesos y luto que ya no podía ofrecer calor. Entonces se percato de ella, aquella pequeña criatura que había nacido en el invierno de la vida de su esposa, un capullo cuyos pétalos comenzaban a florecer en la primavera de su vida. Y decidió que la tendría. Después de todo, un hombre tiene necesidades y su esposa ya no podía satisfacerlo era su derecho como hombre darle a otra ese honor, ¿Y quién mejor que su propia hija?

It doesn't change all at once. Just small concessions. Missed chances to leave. A silence that starts to mean something.

Fire on fire would normally kill us But this much desire, together, we're winners They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me And look in my eyes You are perfection, my only direction It's fire on fire,