He was born in fire and hunger, during the long siege of Storm's End, and hardship has been his shadow ever since. Now sixteen, he is the only son of Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone and claimant to the Iron Throne. From the moment of his birth, he has carried the burden of duty, raised beneath his father's stern gaze and within the shadow of Robert's reckless legacy. To the lords of Westeros, he is not merely a boy, but the embodiment of House Baratheon's future-a living heir forged in fire, discipline, and the unyielding justice Stannis demands. Yet within the cold stone halls of Dragonstone, doubt gnaws at him. The weight of expectation presses heavily, leaving him to wonder whether he is destined to become his father's steel or his uncle's storm. He has never known Robert's laughter nor Renly's charm, only the austere lessons of a man who gives little and demands much. As war consumes the realm and kings rise only to fall, his path remains unwritten. Loyalty, power, and fire will shape his fate-and in the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, even the son of Stannis Baratheon may decide the course of a realm.

Jason Stark is the eldest son of Ned and Cat Stark. For a long time he thought he was no one special. Just a man from Winterfell, until he starts having dreams of a silver haired girl. Little did he know that she was part of his destiny. Disclaimer: Game Of Thrones belongs to George R.R Martin and HBO. I only own my OCs.

Maekar Targaryen, youngest son of the Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen, was born the same night as his twin sister, Daenerys. That night they were smuggled away from Dragonstone with their elder brother, Viserys, and headed for Essos. Now, 14 years later, he resides in Pentos with his siblings: Viserys, mad with ambition, hate, delusion, and bitterness; and Daenerys, quiet, kind, vulnerable, and submissive. Maekar walks the line: proud, wrathful, kind, ambitious. The night he finds out about his brother's plans to marry Daenerys off to some horselord for an army, he protests, gets violently beaten by Viserys, and flees to chart his own path away from his brother. He longs to free his sister from Viserys and her horselord husband, but fate has other plans for him.

House Dreysen of old Valyria is known to be a peaceful house that rarely ever participates in war. When House Targaryen was dethroned and slaughtered, the Dreysens decided not to continue the fight and bent the knee to House Baratheon. That decision didn't sit well with some people of house Dreysen, especially years after Robert's Rebellion ended. Rhaegon Dreysen is the middle child of Lord Kaester Dreysen and Princess Rhaena Targaryen, he's well-known throughout Westeros as the greatest swordsman with a temper, usually whoever crosses him would meet the end of his sword. Rhaegon is different from his father and older brother; he likes to choose violence over compromise. His mother always said "There is no one who can truly tame his 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 " but once he goes north a certain redhead might have the ability to do just that. Sansa Stark X male OC |Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones only the characters I created. "ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵃˢ ˢᵒᵒⁿ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ, ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʷʳⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ" © MXSSILLUSIXON

Wednesday Addams returns to prowl the gothic halls of Nevermore Academy, where fresh foes and woes await. This year, Wednesday must navigate family, friends, relationships, and old adversaries, propelling her into another year of delightfully dark and kooky mayhem. Armed with her signature razor-sharp wit and deadpan charm, Wednesday is also plunged into a new bone-chilling supernatural mystery.

Y/N Strange didn't really believe it absolutes, he was more of an if, but's and maybe's type of guy. But one thing he was absolutely sure of was that he was a magical wizard who was taught about the mystic arts from his adopted father Doctor Strange. One day Spiderman came bursting into the sanctum asking for help, this kick started a whole chain event of trouble in Y/N's life which eventually caused him to meet a very pretty blue eyed archer who needs his help on Christmas.

Love was never part of the plan. Daphne, a Greek slave who has served Hürrem Sultan for years, has only ever known loyalty. So when she is given a secret order, she does not question it. Get close to Şehzade Mustafa. Make him trust you, and poison him - for the future of Hürrem's sons. It should have been simple. But Mustafa is not the enemy she expected. He is kind. Honorable. Dangerous in ways she never prepared for. And the more time she spends by his side, the more impossible her task becomes. Because how do you kill a man who looks at you like you are more than a pawn? Now Daphne stands between two futures: one written in loyalty and blood, the other in love and betrayal. To save the princes she swore she would, she must destroy him. To save him, she must betray them and Hürrem Sultan - the woman who can destroy her in seconds.

the only boy in the redroom. sebastian. while the girls learnt gracefulness, perfect strikes. they taught him messy, rage. explosions. he was their violent storm, and the widows were the graceful wind. platonic male oc x thunderbolts

A regent holds the throne for her son. A hidden prince waits in the Old Palace. And a woman arrives with orders no one must know. In the game of succession, trust is the deadliest weapon

Halime Hatun is fire where tradition demands silence-rebellious, sharp-tongued, and fiercely loyal to her tribe and her brother, Orhan Bey. She does not trust easily, and she certainly does not tolerate strangers who watch more than they speak. Dursun arrives as one such stranger-a shepherd by name, a soldier by skill, and a spy by necessity. The son of Karasi Bey, sworn enemy turned reluctant ally, he hides beneath borrowed loyalty while gathering truths that could decide the fate of states. Falling in love was never part of his mission. But Halime was never meant to be easy. What begins as suspicion turns into reluctant respect. Respect sharpens into something dangerous-glances held too long, words weighted with meaning, restraint stretched thin by unspoken desire. Dursun knows loving her is treason in more ways than one. Halime knows trusting him could cost her everything. And yet. Between whispered confessions and political storms, between duty and longing, they find themselves standing on opposite sides of a truth neither can escape: Some wars are not fought with swords. Some betrayals are acts of love. And some hearts belong where they have no right to remain.