Born during the fiercest snowstorm Winterfell had seen in years, Maege Stark was raised to be everything a noble daughter should be-quiet, graceful, and dutiful. But quiet girls hear everything. As the world she has always known begins to unravel, Maege is forced to leave the North behind for the dangerous courts of King's Landing, where loyalty is bought, secrets are currency, and surviving often means becoming someone else. While her family is torn apart by war and betrayal, Maege must decide whether duty is worth the cost of her own heart. Along the way, an unexpected bond with a mysterious young man threatens to change the future she thought had already been written. In a game where wolves, lions, dragons, and kings all hunger for power... Even the quietest wolf can become the most dangerous. oc x game of thrones x male oc

She was raised by wolves, and he by dragons. Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Bound together for the good of the realm, Lady Elaenora Stark and Prince Aerion Targaryen begin their lives as strangers. But within the radiant courts of King's Landing, where politics are as deadly as poison and tongues are sharper than steel, duty demands solidarity between the wolf and the dragon. Yet kingdoms are forged by more than blood and crowns, and the greatest battles are fought with more than swords and bravery. #1 ValarrTargaryen (25/08/2026) #1 Aerion (27/08/2026) #1 AerionBrightflame (01/09/2026)

They said Targaryens were monsters. So when Ariela of Myr is sent across the Narrow Sea to marry one, she prepares herself for cruelty, for coldness-for a life where she must survive, not live. Instead, she finds something far more dangerous: kindness. In a court that watches her every move, whispers about her foreign blood, and condemns her faith, Ariela learns quickly that softness can be its own kind of power. Underestimated and overlooked, she becomes a quiet force in a world that was never meant for her. But peace is fragile, grief lingers, and love-no matter how gentle-cannot shield them from the weight of legacy.

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

"then wed her to me," aerion pleaded, his voice growing desperate as he looked at his father. "the lannisters care only for her title and dragon, i- i could take care of her. better than some lannister lord. have her be mine, i beg you." when the last dragon died a century ago, and the targaryen dynasty had just gotten used to surviving without their greatest asset, an impulsive decision single-handedly brought them back. he hated her for it, envied how she represented something he was supposed to be. meanwhile she hated him for his freedom, resented how he was everything she ever wanted to be. but the dagger of fate had stabbed them both that day, twisting in and merging their bloods as one

"I AM A GREASER. I AM A JD AND A HOOD. I BLACKEN THE NAME OF OUR FAIR CITY. I BEAT UP PEOPLE. I ROB GAS STATIONS. I AM A MENACE TO SOCIETY. MAN DO I HAVE FUN!" ××××× Harvey was the toughest person in Tulsa who barely made a sound. Wesley was the boy who couldn't keep his mouth shut. Clyde was the smart kid who didn't care about what other people thought of him. And Chris was simply the sweet older brother who was trying to hold everybody together. None of the four brothers had anything in common with each other except the fact that they were all greasers. They lived on the shitty side of town and were known as Rivers Gang. Other greaser gangs respected them, Socs were scared of them, and people in the middle were always silent. Nobody messed with Rivers Gang. ××××× MULTIPLE SHIPS THE OUTSIDERS SODAPOPWINSTON STARTED | 12/4/18 ENDED | UNKNOWN

The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.

"A falling star brings luck to those who see it." "The luck is all mine already, Elaena" To be the first princess born to House Targaryen in a generation is to have your fate sealed with your first cry. To have someone watching over you from the stars is to have your luck foretold, your path guided by their light. Or so Elaena Targaryen tells herself. Prince Maekar had long defied brothers and Kings alike to keep his little stargirl beside him. But the tourney at Ashford is a summons, and the King's word is law. Marriage is duty. But a falling star can change its course.

Five years ago, she was the golden princess who vanished into shadow. Now, Aelyra Targaryen returns... She walks into Ashford Meadow, unaware that the family she fled will watch her rise anew. The dragons of her blood stir quietly, knowing their own. AERION TARGARYEN x OC

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ " my moon, my man " Princess Gevinessa Targaryen, once known for her wild spirit and sharp tongue, has spent her life despising Prince Valarr Targaryen, the solemn, insufferable heir she could never outwit as a child. When an arranged betrothal binds them together, she is forced to confront not only her resentment, but the unsettling realization that the line between love and hate is far thinner than she ever imagined. As ancient Valyrian rites, family expectations, and her own stubborn pride collide, Nessa must decide whether the boy she once tormented is truly her cage... or something far more dangerous to her heart.