Cooper Ellis doesn't know what family is about until he meets the guy who imprinted on him, and his pack too. Loosely follows the plot of the Twilight franchise Paul Lahote x Male OC

How did it come to this the former prince thought if he wasn't singing in the bar he was in the pits killing other men the young man of 18 had all but lost hope of ever escaping after all he was half Lannister and he would pay his debts for his fate resigned upon him by ones he once called family HBO and George RR Martin all rights to Game of thrones all I own is my made OC

𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓... He was the second son of Virserys I and Alicent Hightower. Even though being his father's son, Rhaegar was very much like his uncle Daemon. Persistent, superiorities and never gave a shit about others. Unless it was about his dear nephew... 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓 One day, Rhaenyra makes a controversial proposal that could strengthen or weaken the house of the dragon. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐨𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬: - #1 𝘰𝘯 "𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯" ━━━₈/₃/₂₄ - #1 𝘰𝘯 "𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦" ━━━₉/₇/₂₅ - #2 𝘰𝘯 "𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳" ━━━₉/₁₈/₂₅ [not proofread :)] [slight spelling mistake(here and there)] [Short storyline] 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: ₁/₃₁/₂₄ 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: ------

Dread coiled and turned to solid stone in his gut. It Weighed him. Weighed each step toward his dressing table. There, the source of his sleepless nights rested. The Glass Candle. It was burning. A starry, pale white flame flickered above the twisted black glass. He stopped but a pace away from the flame. Still close enough to feel the cold flame licking at his face. Turning his nerves in a way that made his skin crawl. A sickening feeling. The chilling burn of its glow sank back into the root of his bones. He couldn't stop it from growing. From becoming the monster he swore would never fall upon him again. Fear. His lips parted. A ragged breath rushed in. That fear swelled in his chest. He could not breathe in or out. Could not think clearly from the endless barrage of questions striking in his mind. Millions he wanted answered, and millions more he didn't. He feared what would answer. What lived in the pale white light... What lived beyond it? Could they be trusted? The most frightening question of all shrieked louder than all others in his mind. So loud he winced. So loud he could not stop himself from asking... "...What do you want from me?" He stood in the silence. It blanketed him like falling snow. He stared into the weepy white flame. Its icy barbs impaling him slowly from the inside out. Then sinking into his bones over again. A breeze trickled into his bedchamber. It's chill clawed at him from behind. From the opposite direction of his window. Her voice seeped into him like the sharp white flame burning at his back. "What does anything anywhere want? Does the seed not want to grow? Does the river wish not to flow? Does the hunter not want his prey? Do the storm clouds wish not for relief? Does fire not wish to burn?" Jacaerys Velaryon x male!oc [Some Aemond and a lil sprinkle of Baela]