𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ╰┈➤ IN WHICH ormund hightower gets delivered a gift by the gods - a woman, sent from the future, with knowledge of everything that is to come in this war. he would be a fool not to use her for all she is worth... {ORMUND HIGHTOWER X FEM!OC} {ASOIAF / HOTD}

Maelora Velaryon the second born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and daughter of Laenor Valaryon. Her mother tries to protect her only daughter from the same arranged marriage she was forced into but fails to do so. while at the kings landing once again the betrothal of Aegon and Maelora is settled by the queen Alicent and the hand of king viserys Targaryen. Will Maelora learn to love Aegon? Or will it be a difficult marriage she can't escape when the great dance of the dragons war starts making her split between Her family or the man she was arranged to marry?

In which the daughter of rhaenyra falls in love with addam of hull

❝𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝. 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.❞ ━━━━━ 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐓𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐧

the madness of desire for the long and quiet embrace, the coming nearer of a tear-wet face. gwayne hightower x f!oc. house of the dragon.

"And as she wept Stars fell from her eyes." ( house of the dragon ) ( season one - season two ) ( fem!oc )

In the halls of King's Landing, some bonds are forged before either child understands what a crown can cost. Daena Targaryen was born the youngest of King Viserys's children, a girl half-forgotten in the shadow of her siblings' ambitions. Jacaerys Velaryon was raised to be a king one day, his future already promised to another. As children, they were best friends before they knew what enemies their houses would become-two dragons who found in each other something softer than duty. But childhood does not last, not for the children of kings. Jacaerys is betrothed to his cousin Baela, a match sealed in blood and dragonfire, unbreakable as the vows of old Valyria. Daena is a piece on a board she never asked to play, her hand worth more to her mother's schemes than her heart ever will be. They tell themselves what they share is nothing-old habit, old comfort, nothing more. They are wrong. In stolen hours and quiet corners of a keep built on secrets, something neither of them will name begins to grow teeth. Neither will speak the word first. Neither can afford to. But in a world where marriages are made for war and love is a luxury only the powerless can't afford, Daena and Jacaerys will learn that some fires cannot be smothered-only fed, in silence, until they burn everything they touch. A slow burn tale of forbidden longing, political chains, and the cruelty of being born a Targaryen.

Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

Rue gets her powers five months before Peter. When the two spiders meet they team up and make a deal. She's supposed to teach Peter how to be a better Spiderman, meanwhile he helps her catch up with her math classes. A strong friendship is created between them, but challenges come up. Will the challenges tear them apart? Or will they bring them closer together? (It's important that you know, I do not own any of these characters, except for Rue Hart, and all credit for the others go to Stan Lee.) Highest ranks: 1# tomholland 1# queens 2# secretmission 2# spiderwoman 2# inlovewithyou 17# wattpadstories