Long before succession caused wars, before lives were forfeit in a dance of dragons, a young knight met a spoiled lady. Ceryse Lannister was adored by all, but entertained by none. Battling thoughts that were proclaimed unnatural, she meets Ser Gwayne just at the right time. Ser Gwayne may adore her, but he does challenge her in every way. But no matter how happy a marriage they create, a looming war is all it takes to threaten every ounce of peace they've procured.

❝ 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

MEMENTO VIVERE ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ Ongoing [ Shanghi 1937 --ww2 love story ] ━ [ I am without sin, but we are all sinners and saints alike] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ ━━━━━━ IN THE SUMMER OF 1937, the city of Shanghai trembled under the relentless echo of artillery fire. Amid the chaos of the Battle, two lives collided in the most improbable of circumstances-lives that would come to define love in the shadow of war..... [ FULL SUMMARY INSIDE]

NO GODS, NO MASTERS ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ Hotd 𝗫 Ormund Hightower X oc ] ━ [ BUT 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞r"] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ ━━ LADY MALORA UPCLIFF WAS A VISION wrought of moonlight and shadow, draped in silvery gowns that shimmered like mist on a midnight sea. Her dark brown eyes, deep as old forest pools, missed nothing, and her auburn hair-braided and coiled with a care that spoke of old rites and older blood-framed a face too still, too flawless, as though some sculptor had carved her from winter marble. When she spoke, it was but a murmur, yet the weight of her words pressed upon the air, and those who dared meet her gaze left with the uneasy sense that she had peeled back the skin of their souls. In the hushed corners of Upcliff Hall, whispers clung to her like ivy: they said that when a daughter of Upcliff loved, death would soon come wandering the halls-and Malora's heart, they swore, beat with the terrible devotion of a curse.

𝙁𝙊𝙍𝘽𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙄𝙏. ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ AKOTSK X Valarr Targaryen/oc AU ] ━ [𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤n ] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ WW2 IS ON THE VERGE OF TURNING, everything is ruin from the houses to the streets to the hearts of the people... Aerea and her brother are nothing more than German P.O.Ws taken to Britain by the British army. They don't know if their sister is alive. There they are expected to work to pay for their crimes by which their country committed. How do you fixed something that's been broken? By putting the two pieces back together....[ FULL SUMMARY INSIDE]

𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙈𝘼𝙔 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙈 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ AKOTSK 𝗫 Ser Duncan the Talk X oc ] ━ [ ] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ | LADY MARENYA, firstborn of Lord Manderly, bore the solemn grace of one touched by both fortune and mischance. In her girlhood, a stable fire had claimed her beauty, searing her face and leaving the fingers of one hand curled and raw, though her valor that night saved a panicked horse from the flames. From that day forth, she shunned the bright halls of court and the prying eyes of strangers, veiling her countenance behind gossamer silk stitched with glimmers of silver. Within the quiet walls of her father's keep, she found her solace in the turning of old histories, the patient stitching of her needle, and the loyal company of hounds who knew nothing of scars.

𝙏𝙄𝙇' 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙀 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ Akotsk 𝗫 Maekar Targaryen /oc ] ━ [" ' 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨."] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ -𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝘼 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙂 LADY OF HOUSE DAYNE FALLS for Maekar but is the other woman. Amya Dayne a starfallen beauty, loved in secret by Maekar Targaryen in the bloom of youth. He had sworn her his heart in the soft dark of summer halls, sworn it with kisses and the rash courage of a prince who believed love could defy a king's will. But duty is the dragon's chain, and Maekar's father had bound ... [ a FULL SUMMARY INSIDE ]