Game Of Thrones
Where do you start? Are you a….commoner? Dothraki?- or…maybe you are a canon character- who knows. You decide.
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Starfire
"There Will Always Be People Who Say Mean Words…. But There Are Many More People Who Do Not Judge Others Based On How They Look Or Where They Are From. Those Are The People Whose Words Truly Matter."
Stories
Werewolf Pack
Once upon a time, humans ruled the world, and werewolves watched from the sidelines. But then, that changed...and werewolves began to stand up against the tyrannical human race. Some were able to make peace, and live together in harmony...while in other places, werewolves brutally killed off the human populations. Whether it was by murder or breeding, there is hardly any known “human” anymore. It is only werewolves...and a few of the critically endangered species called “human”. Werewolf packs l
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STNanno_The spirit Guardian
When we're young ...we're taught the distinction between ...a hero and a villian good and evil a savior and a lost cause but what if......the only real difference is just who's telling the story?
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STNanno_Criminal Minds
As the last remnants of daylight fade, the BAU conference room is dimly lit, the flickering overhead lights creating an almost eerie atmosphere. The team sits around the table, weary but alert, the scent of cold coffee lingering in the air. Dr. Spencer Reid leans back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the table. “The unsub was methodical, almost too precise. Every detail was calculated.” His brow furrows as he flips through the case files spread before him. Emily Prentiss, arms crossed, leans forward, her gaze sharp. “That’s what concerns me. He’s not just hunting; he’s playing a game. We need to figure out the rules before he decides to change them.” Derek Morgan, still in his tactical gear, lets out a frustrated sigh. “We can’t let him get away with this. We have to find a pattern, something we missed.” As the team absorbs the weight of the situation, the door swings open, revealing Aaron Hotchner, his expression stoic. “We’ve got another lead. The local police found something at the latest crime scene.” The room falls silent, all eyes turning to him. “We need to regroup and strategize. This unsub is escalating.”
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STNanno_Riverdale
A new girl arrives in Riverdale after her mother’s death and is quickly pulled into the town’s inner circle. As she grows close to Jason Blossom and draws the attention of the Southside Serpents—especially Sweet Pea—she finds herself caught between privilege, danger, and Riverdale’s darkest secrets.
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AUAuroraTGDothraki Life
You are a Dothraki, 3rd POV
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STNanno_K.R — Terms of Alliance
When the First Order begins tightening its hold on the galaxy, alliances become more valuable than fleets. Powerful families, planetary leaders, and noble houses are expected to demonstrate loyalty—publicly and permanently. Y/N’s family chooses the safest path possible. They offer her. The arrangement is announced swiftly, leaving no room for protest: Y/N will marry Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. To the galaxy, it is a masterstroke of political strategy. A union between the ruler of the First Order and the daughter of a respected house sends a clear message—power recognizes power. It promises invitations to diplomatic galas, appearances at high-profile meetings, and endless formal dinners where they will sit side by side as the symbol of a new era of order. To Y/N, it means something far more personal. She is expected to leave everything she has ever known and live beside the most feared man in the galaxy. The Supreme Leader. A man spoken of in war reports and hushed rumors. A man whose temper is said to shatter rooms and silence entire fleets. A man she is now meant to call her husband. Her new life will not be merely ceremonial. She will share his fortress, attend political gatherings on his arm, stand beside him during negotiations, and smile for holocams that will broadcast their marriage across star systems. She will represent loyalty, stability, unity. And behind closed doors… she will share his life as well. That thought lingers heavier than the rest: living in the same private quarters, existing within the quiet spaces of his world where the mask comes off and the galaxy’s most feared man becomes simply Ben Solo—whether she is meant to see that side of him or not. No one asks what she wants. The arrangement is made, the vows inevitable, and the entire galaxy is watching. What no one seems to consider is that political marriages are rarely simple. Kylo Ren is not the distant monster people imagine. Beneath the reputation and the mask is a man constant
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D݁malfoysdollYou’re beautiful
Go Mi-Nyu, a girl about to become a nun, is asked to cover for her indisposed twin brother, Mi-Nam, who's on the verge of becoming a k-idol. To do so, she disguises herself as a boy and joins A.N.Jell, a really popular boy band. The management company of the idol group A.N.JELL insisted on adding a new singer to the group as the lead vocal's, Tae-Kyung's, voice was hurting. However, the new member Mi-nam, had to go to the States to repair a botched eye job just before signing the contract. His agent came up with the idea of having his twin sister, Mi-nyu, stand in for him and pretend that she was her brother. The two of them grew up in an orphanage and Mi-nyu, who was all set to become a nun, agreed to this charade as she didn't want to spoil her brother's chance of fame which would make it easier to look for their mother.
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STNanno_Viking Life
Y/n silently tended to her leader as he regained consciousness. She was the only one brave enough to go near him, even the shield maidens kept their distance from him unless they were told otherwise. She was the daughter of the medicine woman and a wife to a man who fought alongside him, but unfortunately lost his life. She too was good with a sword, but she only used it to protect her family. Her face glistened in the fire from the fireplace as she stitched the rather large man up and placed a cool rag across his forehead. She brought his furs up to his chin and turned her back to prepare his herbal tea. Even though he regained consciousness, she felt for sure that his eyes wouldn’t open, let alone that he would be sitting up; but his eyes did open, and he was indeed sitting up with his chest bare. When she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed as she cleared her throat and spoke softly. “You should be lying still. The battle is over now and you needn’t move.” She slowly approached him and placed the cup of tea in his hands. “Since you are awake, you should try to eat.”
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STNanno_The Walking dead
The walking dead
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STNanno_Forged in Blood
Muse A has been looking for a place to live for awhile now, having recently moved out of their parents’ place, bunking with a friend here and there. After searching a few ads online, Muse A finds a nice place just within their budget. Even if Muse A has to share with two others, it’s a steal that they would regret passing up. When they meet up with the other residents, Muse B and Muse C, Muse A realizes fairly quickly that they are a couple, one that doesn’t mind flaunting their passion for each other. Muse A draws the conclusion that the reason for rent being so reasonable is most likely that others would not want to be subjected to the couples’ open displays of affection, but Muse A still decides to take the room; Muse B and Muse C’s intimacy doesn’t really bother them. Muse C is usually at home the most, while Muse B tends to work long, spontaneous shifts. Though Muse A attempts to keep to their own business, Muse C seems extremely interested in whatever they’re doing, tending to find ways to be around them. Muse C’s growing infatuation with Muse A becomes quite obvious, especially when Muse C does small things like brushing their hands against Muse A’s, or casually playing with Muse A’s hair. Muse A does begin to find themselves attracted to Muse C, but doesn’t want to risk getting evicted, or having bad blood with Muse B. Despite the potential drama of an affair, Muse A finds themselves denying less and less to Muse C as every day passes.
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STNanno_Timeless Vengeance: The Reincarnated Lady
Timeless Vengeance: The Reincarnated Lady" promises a captivating blend of action, romance, and moral complexity, featuring a resilient heroine who must navigate the shadows of the heart and the ruthless corridors of power.
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STNanno_Lost
She had always believed she was ordinary. Her life had never suggested otherwise. It was made up of familiar routines—early mornings for school, afternoons spent with friends, evenings buried in homework and whatever chores her adoptive parents needed help with. Nothing about it hinted at anything unusual. Her parents, the ones she had never known, had supposedly died in a car accident when she was very young. That was the story she had been raised on, and she had never thought to question it. Her adoptive family had given her a stable life, the kind where grief became less of a feeling and more of a distant fact. The royal family’s tragedy had always been another distant fact. Years ago, the king and queen had died during a violent political uprising, and their only daughter, Princess y/n, had disappeared in the chaos. Most people treated it as old history now—something tragic, but far removed from modern life. Their crown was displayed in the city museum, preserved behind glass beneath large painted portraits of the late monarchs. Her class visited the museum on an ordinary Thursday morning. Like most school trips, it quickly turned into groups of students pretending to be interested while quietly talking amongst themselves. She followed her friends into the royal wing, expecting nothing more than another hour of polite boredom. Then she saw the portraits. Her steps slowed. There was something strangely familiar about the queen’s face. At first, she couldn’t place it. The woman in the painting had the same dark hair, the same elegant features, the same calm, serious expression. It wasn’t exact, but it was enough to make her pause longer than she meant to. One of her friends noticed she had stopped walking. “What?” her friend asked, glancing between her and the painting. She hesitated, suddenly self-conscious. “Nothing. It’s just…” Her friend looked closer at the portrait, then back at her face. A beat passed. Then her friend’s expression shifted—not
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STNanno_Rookie Mistake
Y/N had only been a rookie for a short time before everything went wrong. The call had sounded routine—nothing she and Officer Tim Bradford hadn’t handled before. But routine didn’t mean safe, and she learned that the hard way when a single, chaotic moment turned into flashing lights, shouting voices, and a sharp, searing pain that dropped her to the ground. By the time backup arrived, the scene was under control. By the time the ambulance doors slammed shut, Y/N was barely conscious.
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LUNova123Rookie Mistake
Y/N had only been a rookie for a short time before everything went wrong. The call had sounded routine—nothing she and Officer Tim Bradford hadn’t handled before. But routine didn’t mean safe, and she learned that the hard way when a single, chaotic moment turned into flashing lights, shouting voices, and a sharp, searing pain that dropped her to the ground. By the time backup arrived, the scene was under control. By the time the ambulance doors slammed shut, Y/N was barely conscious.
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LUNova123Not my sister
Y/n had been raised in the Red Room, shaped into something precise, controlled, and dangerous long before she was old enough to understand what that meant. Among the Widows, she was known for one thing above all else—she had been the youngest to survive its training. Natasha and Yelena had called her their sister. Not by blood, but by something stronger, forged through shared pain and stolen moments of quiet in a place that allowed none. To Y/n they were everything. The only pieces of warmth in a world built to strip it away. Even as the youngest, she had learned quickly how to endure. When punishments came, she found ways to take the worst of them herself, stepping in before they could reach Natasha or Yelena. It became instinct—protect them, no matter the cost. Stories spread over the years, whispers among operatives and handlers alike. Of a girl who endured more than most. Of missions completed with impossible precision. Of survival where others broke. Some believed those stories. Others dismissed them as exaggerations. Eventually, Y/n became something closer to a myth than a person. And then Natasha and Yelena were gone. They escaped. They built lives beyond the Red Room—new names, new loyalties, something resembling freedom. They never came back. Never searched. Never looked over their shoulders for the sister they had left behind. Y/n didn’t follow. She stayed. Alone. Whatever softness had existed in her closed off completely. Survival no longer meant protecting others—it meant enduring in silence. Years passed that way, each one carving deeper lines into who she was. Until, nearly a decade ago, everything changed. Y/n escaped. Not quietly, and not alone. She dismantled the Red Room piece by piece, freeing the Widows who remained trapped inside it. Dreykov died by her hand, the architect of it all finally brought down by the girl he had once tried to control. The world shifted after that, but Y/n didn’t go looking for the past. She let it stay b
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SSSerenaStarkThe Girl Behind the Screen
True Beauty x Celebrity x Bitch X Rich, but with a fake influencer identity trope.
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STNanno_Batfamily || Sick
Rain poured over Gotham in relentless sheets, turning rooftops slick beneath Y/N’s boots as she sprinted after Red Hood across the narrow ledge of a building. Far below, police sirens echoed through the streets while neon lights blurred against the wet pavement. “Target’s heading east!” Dick’s voice crackled through the comms from somewhere above. “Cut him off before he reaches the alley!” “I’m trying,” Y/N muttered under her breath. Her chest burned harder than it should have. Every breath felt tight, uneven, but she ignored it and pushed forward. They were close. One more jump and— Pain spiked sharply behind her eyes. Y/N stumbled the moment she landed on the next rooftop, one hand flying to the wall beside her. The city tilted strangely around her. “You good?” Jason called, slowing just enough to glance back. “Fine,” she answered too quickly. The word barely left her mouth before dizziness crashed over her again. Her vision blurred. Sounds became muffled beneath the pounding in her head. She tried to steady herself, blinking hard as the rooftop swayed beneath her feet. Something was wrong. “Y/N?” Dick’s voice sharpened through the comm. She took another step and nearly collapsed. Jason stopped completely this time, his expression twisting beneath the red helmet as he noticed the way she swayed. “Hey—” Y/N opened her mouth to respond, but the world suddenly went black around the edges. Her knees buckled. For one terrifying second, her body tipped toward the edge of the rooftop. Jason moved instantly, catching her arm before she could fall. “Y/N!” She barely heard him. The last thing Y/N registered was multiple voices shouting through the comms before everything disappeared into darkness.
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S�suzybatzThe Founders Era
"You all know, of course, that Hogwarts was founded over a thousand years ago — the precise date is uncertain — by the four greatest witches and wizards of the age
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