Acelyn was never one to sit quietly as the world crumbled. She knew better than to wait for rescue or mercy. Her world was one of shadows and whispers, where every move was a calculated risk. She played the game of thrones not for power, but for something far more dangerous-control over her own destiny. When Jon Snow's path crossed with hers, it was no accident. Their fates were tied by something neither could escape. The game of thrones was brutal, and if playing it was the price to protect him, then she would make sure the world remembered their names-whether through songs of ice and fire or whispers of betrayal. In a game where nothing was certain, Acelyn was the storm no one saw coming. And Jon Snow? He was just the beginning. (I do not own any characters or material from The Game of Thrones franchise) Do not take this story too seriously-don't read if you cannot suspend your disbelief

The younger sister of Daenarys Targaryen, Alyssays (Aly) was born at the end of Roberts rebellion, just hours before she and her siblings had to be smuggled out of Dragonstone for fear of their lives and losing their mother in an early birth that kept the small princess sickly throughout most of their childhood. Her brother resented her for the loss of their mother but was fiercely jealous and possessive of her. Dany was her most fervent protector and the only thing she ever defied her brother about was his treatment of Aly. Her childhood had been spent in hiding and fear across the narrow sea, but like Targaryen seers in the past her dreams were full of visions that always came to pass. The one she had been having as long as she could remember were of a boy. Black curls and dark brown eyes that always seemed sad, she knew he was real because as she had grown so had the images, she had seen of him. She knows he is somehow tied to her destiny, but only the game of thrones will reveal how. Expanded description in the first Chapter. This will be a SLOW BURN! The main characters will not meet in person for quite a while but once they do I promise heat. I do write smut so if that not your thing those chapters will be marked. Additionally, it is a GoT fanfic so expect violence, mature language and sexual situations.

Visenya Targaryen, is the younger sister to Rhaegar and Viserys, and older sister of Daenerys. Upon the death of her father, The Mad King, Visenya is discovered by Ned Stark, who has one distinct order from Robert Baratheon. To kill her. Seeing that the young princess is only a child, he takes her to Winterfell where she remains hidden from Robert Baratheon and the Lannisters. After the death of Ned Stark, Visenya vows to destroy the Lannisters once and for all, and claim, what is rightfully hers. This is the story of a girl who would rise up from the ashes, and change the very history of the world. The girl known as A Northern Dragoness. Rated T for suggestive themes Story starts in Robert's Rebellion, and eventually goes through GOT.

"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

Rhaena was betrothed to Aerion since she was 10. He was her older cousin who had no interest in her. She begged her parents to switch it to Aemon but with no avail she accepted her fate.

Benjamin Poindexter, also known as Bullseye, is an FBI agent who moonlights as a freelance assassin for Kingpin. Despite his violent past and current dangerous lifestyle, he finds himself deeply infatuated with a New York City art student named Y/N. Haunted by the traumas of his childhood and the darkness that surrounds his life, Benjamin feels unworthy and unable to approach Y/N directly. Instead, he watches her from the shadows, both protecting and tormenting himself with his unspoken love.

"Maybe I'm insane for loving him, but in a world this twisted, isn't it the ones who dare to see the humanity in madness that are truly sane?" -Y/N

── ❛ every move you make, every step you take, i'll be watching you. ❜ 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 ⤷ 𝙼𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚗, 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔. [ p.s: read this if you want peak fbi!dex content ] [ undergoing major reformatting! ] [ benjamin "bullseye" poindexter x fem!OC ] [ pre | daredevil s3 ― born again s2 ]

Noor is a second-year fashion student at FIT, overwhelmed by deadlines, New York chaos, and the constant pressure to survive the city on her own. She has no idea the quiet neighbor downstairs is slowly memorizing every detail of her life. What begins as curiosity soon becomes something far more dangerous-as Noor is pulled closer and closer to the violent world hiding beneath New York's surface.

They say his name in whispers. Uzair is not a man you look at for too long. Not a man you question. Not a man you cross. While Rehman Dakait rules the streets, Uzair walks beside him - ruthless, feared, untouchable. Violence follows him like a shadow. Loyalty is earned in blood. Mercy is a language he does not speak. Until her. Ayra was never meant to stand in his world. She doesn't belong to the gunshots, the politics, or the power games. She believes in softness where others believe in fear. The world knows Uzair as a monster. But in quiet moments, when the city sleeps and the chaos fades, he lowers his voice for only one person. This is not a story about politics. This is not a story about war. It is about the most dangerous man in the room... and the only girl who was never afraid to look him in the eyes. Feared by all. Soft for one.