Salem Stark caught the old lions eye. 🐺 "You're in my way now..." 🦁 Most characters belong to GRRM Mature content is between consenting fictional characters

He was the most feared man in Westeros. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Tywin Lannister did not love. Until her. After the fall of House Stark, Elenor Stark finds herself trapped inside the Red Keep among lions and monsters. What begins as stolen glances and quiet conversations slowly turns into something neither of them ever expected - a love powerful enough to change the fate of House Lannister itself. But love in Westeros always comes with a price. Especially when a wolf falls in love with a lion. "Lion And Wolf" is a slow-burn fantasy romance set in the world of Game of Thrones, following an original story of grief, power, family, and a love that survives even death itself.

After Dyanna Dayne died, bringing Daella into the world, the prince swore before gods and men that he would never wed again. Dyanna had been the only woman he had ever loved, and with her death, something within him had hardened into stone. For years, he kept to that vow, burying himself in duty and the raising of his sons, while the memory of his Dornish princess lingered like a ghost in every hall he entered. But vows made from grief rarely survive the demands of a kingdom. King Daeron II, unwilling to risk losing the loyalty of House Dayne after Dyanna's death, arranged another match between Sunspear's most ancient allies and the Iron Throne. Maekar would wed again - not to a stranger, but to Dyanna's younger sister. A girl with the same violet eyes. The same silver-gold streaks in her dark hair. The same blood. Yet she was nothing like Dyanna. Where Dyanna had been gentle, she was sharp-tongued. Where Dyanna soothed Maekar's temper, her younger sister challenged it. She had grown up in the shadow of a beloved elder sister and had no wish to become a replacement bride for a grieving prince who looked at her only to remember another woman. They were two people trapped by duty, legacy, and the expectations of their houses. And slowly, dangerously, grief begins to turn into something else.

From being the quiet childhood classmate Aerion Targaryen mocked for years, Vivian Vale grew into the woman his widowed father couldn't keep out of his bed - or out of his life. What began as a discreet arrangement of late-night calls, expensive gifts, and tuition payments soon became something far more dangerous. Maekar Targaryen paid for her apartment, her law degree, the diamonds at her throat, and every luxury she'd ever been denied, but none of it compared to the way he touched her like a secret he intended to keep. And when Aerion finally discovers that the girl he once humiliated is now the obsession of the most powerful man he knows - his father - the lines between revenge, desire, and ruin begin to blur.

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

As the realm mourns the loss of Queen Aemma, King Viserys finds solace in the arms of a most unlikely companion - the enchanting Anna Hightower , daughter of the King's Lord Hand. But amidst grieving hearts and political turmoil, a daunting question looms: will Rhaenyra, the King's strong-willed daughter, embrace the love her father and Anna share? Sparks fly alliances shift,, the dance of the dragons begins, threatening to tear apart House Targaryen and plunge the realm into chaos. (OC) Anna Hightower x Viserys Targaryen I do not own House of the Dragon nor any of the characters I only own my OC's and my plot changes

Margaery Hightower was born for greatness-at least, that was what people often said. And she believed it. From a young age, she carried an unshakable ambition, one that burned with the desire to ascend higher than any woman before her. She did not dream of mere titles or riches; she longed for a crown, for power woven with grace, for a legacy that would be whispered through the halls of history. Fate, it seemed, had laid the path before her. The opportunity had arrived in the form of a betrothal-one that bound her to a prince of the Seven Kingdoms, a prince whom Alicent Hightower herself believed would soon sit the Iron Throne. It was not love that made Margaery accept her fate so eagerly, but something far greater. Destiny favoured the bold, and Margaery Hightower would not let this moment slip from her grasp. Aegon II Targaryen x fem! oc [ 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ©s4naminatozaki

❛ her entire life she has yearned for the sun. seeing him for the first time is like coming home on a summer's day. ❜ [ AKOTSK ] [BAELOR TARGARYEN/OC]

''From our blood the dragons may reborn!'' This story contains violence, sexual abuse, rape, underage sex, insects ext. So only read it if you're okay with all of that. (warning: english isn't my first language so if you see any mistakes or misspelling i apologize for that. But I tried my best) I really hope you will enjoy my work. <3

𖤓 ⋆˙ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 it cannot be denied that both jacaerys and aerion velaryon loved their younger sister, valaera velaryon. yet the nature of that love could not have been more different. jacaerys, her elder brother, loved her with a quiet gentleness. he was protective, sincere, and largely untainted by darker impulses. the same could not be said of his twin. aerion was mean, stubborn, and fiercely proud of his valyrian coloring, often declaring himself a dragon in human form. in his mind, valaera was not merely his sister but something closer to a possession, someone over whom he believed he held unquestionable claim and control. and so valaera finds herself caught between two very different affections: the steady, tender devotion of jace, and the intoxicating, dangerous pull of aerion's possessive and vulgar love. dragons belong amongst dragons, do they not? WARNING: WILL INCLUDE VERY DARK THEMES.