Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well. ✩ 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇: Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover. Somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly; you are completely infatuated by them. ✩ "𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘦𝘶𝘳." "𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰." 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺. "𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵," 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" "𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 '𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵'." 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. ✩ (being partially/somewhat rewritten as of Sept 2025)

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, the Original Sin was comitted. Where guilt met desire, And innocence met corruption, And submission met control. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as a player in the game now set in motion, ready to spread her corruption and influence from the heart of the court itself. All while fighting to dominate the one feeling that has ever eluded her control: a love born under the eyes of the Faith.

As alliances fracture and Lucerys Velaryon's claim is called into question, Rhaenyra Targaryen prepares for the inevitable: a war that will decide the fate of the Iron Throne. But while others wait for the first strike, she looks south-to Dorne, the one kingdom no dragon has ever subdued. Visenya Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen, was sent away as a child and quietly erased from court. In Dorne, however, she was loved by its people, trusted among its courts, she has grown into something far removed from the traditions of her house. Calm, observant, and dangerously charming, Visenya does not demand attention, she commands it. When Daemon is sent to secure Dorne's allegiance, he goes for his daughter. To bring her back into a family that barely remembers her, and to persuade her to stand with them when war finally comes. Only Jacaerys Velaryon refuses to be taken in. Where she is effortless, he is bound by duty. Where she is admired, he is expected to be perfect. He challenges her, questions her, resents the ease with which she moves through a world that weighs heavily on

Lyra Stark knew that one day she would be forced to marry. In order to stop a war from brewing, Lyra must leave Winterfell for King's Landing and marry Prince Jacaerys Valaryon. The only problem? He hates her. ________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly, Jacaerys grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. In a moment, Every single part of their bodies was joined together. Lyra could feel his breath on her face - the beat of his heart. "Jacaerys?" She asked, refusing to look at his dark eyes that stared down at her. Already her face had turned a vibrant shade of crimson that she couldn't hide. "What have you done to me?" He asked, and then he kissed her. _______________________________________________________________________________ Jacaerys x OC Word Count 95,000

(Y/N) is the bastard child of Prince Daemon Targaryen. She has been alone all of her life, she does not know where she was born or who her more is. All she knows is that she is different, she hair is as white as snow and her eyes an unusual violet color, but she loved them nonetheless. (Y/N) wants to feel loved and wanted, she was forced to grow up too quickly. Deep in her heart all she wants is to know who she is. Prince Daemon Targaryen had no idea he had another child. They bound just their blood getting married in the way of their ancestors. How would this information change the war brewing between the Blacks and the Greens?

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

BOOK 2 After a wedding that nearly ended in tragedy, Lyanna Tyrell and Aerion Targaryen begin their new life in Highgarden. But marriage to a Targaryen is never simple. As they travel to the famous Ashford Meadow Tourney, old loyalties, dangerous tempers, and the politics of Westeros threaten to test their love in ways neither of them expected.

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.

( 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 ) ✹ currently; waiting for season five this book is in English! [Stranger Things] [Seasons 1-5] [oc x steve] #1 - strangerthings #1 - steveharrington COVER BY: @nikmaries