Hemlock Potter was done fighting. The Second Wizarding War was over, Voldemort had been defeated, and she could finally live her life without constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop or for another attack to pop up out of nowhere, but she felt she was at an impasse. Her godson, Teddy Lupin, was living with his maternal grandmother, Andromeda Tonks, and her best friends were moving on from the trauma of their school years with each other. Hemlock felt more alone than ever. It was when she was visiting Gringotts for the first time since escaping on the back of a stolen dragon (and paying off the little buggers for breaking into their bank and maybe, kind of, smashing through their floor on the back of said dragon) that she learned she had more family in the States. It turned out her mother had two half-sisters in Virginia, some nowhere town called Mystic Falls. So, she packed her bags and moved across the pond, hoping the relatives that didn't know that she existed wouldn't turn her away, because as far as she was concerned, this was her last chance to have a relationship with her blood family since she was not planning on ever seeing or speaking to Vernon or Petunia ever again. Elsewhere, at Hogwarts somewhere in the Scottish Highlands, in 1977, a group of murderous vampires, Originals, werewolves, doppelgangers, wiccan witches, humans, and everything in-between are dumped in a flash of light in the Great Hall from late August 2009. In short, they're told to watch the future, so that they might change things for the better for Fate's Chosen and Death's Mistress. HP x TVD/TO wts/wtm multi x hp

Seek, flourish, bloom. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ╱ 𝐒𝐎𝐓𝐑 Haymitch Abernathy x F!OC © 2026 𝑤𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠

❝ the line blurs between duty and desire. ❞ the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me. [ Set in the Dance of the Dragons / OC x OC] [ A companion to Immortal Hauntings ]

that day of wrath, that dreadful day, shall heaven and earth in ashes lay / the mighty trumpet's wondrous tone shall rend each tomb's sepulchral stone and summon all before the throne Ormund Hightower x Fem! OC

"𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" ormund hightower x oc x gwayne hightower

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.

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

Velarium (n., Latin, neuter) /veˈlaː.ri.um/ A canopy drawn against the harshness of light ; a veil held between the self and what would otherwise burn. In ancient arenas, it softened the sun without banishing it, a quiet mercy that made endurance possible. By extension ; a fragile shelter that does not change the world, only the way it is borne. baelor targaryen x oc

Aegon the Unworthy died but left so many problems on his deathbed. Now it's Daeron's job to fix his father's mistakes while his own brother is plotting behind his back.

❛ 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔤. 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱? ❜ → * . & ━━ sara hopper, who could never catch a break, attempts to have a nice summer without running into a single monster. 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍. steve harrington. . & → stranger things season 3 & 4 . & → book two of moonmaiden . & → art in cover by sibylline meynet . & started on 04.07.2019 ━ act three completed 18.06.2020. ━ act four COMING SOON. . & © SARAHOPPERS 2017 ━ 2021