Born from a queen's death and a king's cowardice, Princess Vaemma Targaryen grows beneath the red stones of the Keep like a pale and poisonous flower, all moonlit beauty, silver hair, and venom sharpened by years of consequence denied. She is not fragile, not petulant, not some trembling little princess breaking cups for sport; she is worse, a woman who has learned that rank can make cruelty charming, that beauty can turn malice into music, that no one dares strike the king's unwanted daughter no matter whose blood she draws. To Viserys, she is the living wound he cannot bear to look upon; to Rhaenyra, the sister born from their mother's butchered body; to Alicent, the first child who ever truly needed her, and therefore the one she loves, spoils, and finally sacrifices. When Vaemma is promised to Lord Ormund Hightower, proud lord of Oldtown and sworn enemy of dragon arrogance, she expects another man to bend beneath the weight of her name, her face, her dragon, her royal rot, but Ormund is no courtier trembling in perfume and candlelight. He is stone, steel, tower-shadow, and judgment. He looks upon the Pearl Dragon and sees not a goddess, but a beautiful, vicious thing that has never once been made to answer for itself. Their betrothal is no love song, but a knife drawn slowly across silk: Hightower piety against Targaryen excess, discipline against indulgence, consequence against a woman who has mistaken impunity for power. And as the realm blackens around them, Vaemma must learn the one lesson no one in her father's court ever dared teach her... dragons may burn men alive, but even dragons can be brought to heel.

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

Upon her return to King's Landing, the audacious and ambitious Princess Daenys Targaryen finds herself at the center of political games and whispered expectations, facing a scandal. Baelor, heir to the throne, has spent his life mastering restraint-an obedient son, a firm ruler, a man forged by responsibility. He knows what the kingdom demands of him. He doesn't know how to resist the temptation to be chosen. What begins with furtive glances and cautious words soon threatens to ignite a flame that could reshape the dynasty. In a court where every whisper carries weight, love may prove more dangerous than war. Some crowns are inherited. Others are won in flames. Started: 16/03/2026 Baelor Targaryen x Fem! OC Targaryen (Incest Uncle x Niece) ·˚✎ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #asoiaf #1 in #Baelortergaryen #1 in #Baelor #1 in #Daenystargaryen #1 in #Maekartargaryen #1 in #Duncan #1 in #houseofthedragon #1 in #egg #1 in #Martell #2 in #Housetargaryen #2 in #asongoficeandfire #2 in #Aegon #2 in #hotd #3 in #Housemartell #5 in #Valarr

~Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving~ "While dragon dreams affect only those with the blood of the dragon, the dreams that plague the disciples of the Church of Starry Wisdom are far more sinister, driving their dreamers almost mad in the process. Established by the Bloodstone Emperor, the first usurper and the last ruler of the mythic Great Empire of the Dawn, the church worships Nyarlathotep who is called "the Haunter of the Dark", and dreamers of the church are haunted by the faceless god that they claim dwelt in the antechamber to hell. Many scholars believed the Bloodstone Emperor to have been the first High Priest of the church, a practitioner of the dark arts, necromancy, and cannibalism. His descendants are said to be inheritors of his torment and treachery, bound to the very same deities he once enslaved himself to." In which Naerys Targaryen, born Zhong Zilan, disputed bastard of King Viserys I, traitor wife to Gwayne Hightower, foresees the impending downfall of the Targaryen dynasty, and despite her desperate attempts, she finds herself powerless to prevent the inexorable march of death and destruction that looms over her family. Haunted by grotesque visions, her plight underscores the tragic futility faced by those burdened with foreknowledge in a world where destiny cannot be altered. Gwayne Hightower x YiTish OC

They were both made in Vought's labs, one a flawless success, the other a failure. They were created to serve. Instead, they chose each other. She was built to save the world. He was built to break it.

❝ sometimes, i thought my father was god. i loved him that much. ❞ THE BOYS AMAZON PRIME HOMELANDER!DAUGHTER AU ©️ B6LENCIAGA

MJ left Mystic Falls after graduation, and though she kept in contact with people (some more than others), she wasn't going back. Why would she, when she could finally go home? Back to New Orleans with the Mikaelson's. TO S1-2 + TVD S5-6 (OC: MJ Floare-Ruiz): Kol x OC TVD and TO belong to Julie Plec and Crew (plus the writers of the books) MJ and any other OC (and their plots) all belong to me. I put in a lot of work, so please don't steal them xx

The name of the town should've been her first hint. 'Mystic Falls' It was like she was asking for trouble. TVD S1-4 (OC ~ MJ Ruiz): Kol x OC Some mature content; it will be labelled appropriately :)

"In a world of whispered secrets and broken vows, a Raven dares to outwit the Serpent." Tom's eyes flicked almost lazily to the tip of her wand, and his lips curved in something dangerously close to a smile. His eyes moved back to her face. "Still so quick to defend yourself, Travers," he said, almost fondly. "Tell me what you're doing," she said through her teeth. He crouched, picked up a stone from the forest floor, and stood. "Answer a question for me, Selene," he said. "What are your favorite flowers?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why?" He just looked at her. And in turn, she glared at him, refusing to answer. But the answer bloomed in her thoughts anyway-quiet, unbidden. Peonies. He nodded once, almost as if he had heard her thoughts, and raised his wand over the stone. His lips moved, barely audible, a soft and intricate spell she didn't recognize. And before her eyes, the rock bloomed. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Professor Slughorn assigns him as her tutor, Selene Evangeline Travers is drawn, unintentionally, into the sights of someone who does not take kindly to surprises. And Tom Marvolo Riddle does not let go of what intrigues him. ----- The detailed description is available inside the book's Prologue. ----- Highest Rankings: #1 in riddle #1 in darklord #1 in pureblood #1 in wizardingworld #1 in salazar #1 in voldemort #1 in jkrowling #1 in tomriddle #1 in salazarslytherin #1 in horcrux #1 in tommarvoloriddle #1 in slytherin #1 in hogwarts #1 in heir

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕." ... Completed: 2/11/2026 FOCxTMR CW: 🔞 graphic and dark themes (specific warnings and disclaimers can be found inside) 🔞 Also on Ao3 #1 in tommarvoloriddle #1 in riddle #1 in knightsofwalpurgis #1 in horcrux #2 in tomriddle