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I’ve transmigrated! The bad news: I’ve become Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones. The good news: in this world, Tyrion isn’t a dwarf. As Tywin Lannister’s second son and heir to Casterly Rock, Tyrion grew up spoiled and unrestrained. He’s tall, handsome, and carries long pale-gold hair that gleams faintly silver under the night. One eye emerald, the other violet—an unsettling charm that earned him the nickname “Lust Demon.” Now armed with memories from another world, noble blood, and irresistible looks, Tyrion is ready to dominate the Seven Kingdoms. Countless lovers surround him, yet—does he truly love only one? A harem or a single heart? Magic, dragons, White Walkers, Citadel plots—no system, low magic, close to canon.

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister swore he would never marry again. The realm had other plans. As tensions rise between House Lannister and House Targaryen, the crown demands unity—and the price is a marriage neither side desires. The chosen groom is Tywin himself. His bride: Visenya Targaryen. The King’s sister. A woman feared in court, unmatched in wit, and untouched by every suitor who dared approach her. This is no romance. It is a political alliance forged to prevent rebellion… and both of them know it. But Visenya is no pawn. And Tywin Lannister does not yield. What begins as a forced union soon becomes something far more dangerous—a silent war of control, pride, and power, where every word is a move and every move has consequences. Because in a realm ruled by lions and dragons… neither of them was ever meant to bow.

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This is my lemon collection. Would you like to have a sample? It is totally free to try! Come, let me make you a glass. Some lemons are sweet. Some are bitter. Some are rotten. And some are stolen from the stand next door and remixed for your pleasure! But don’t worry about all of that. It is all part of the fiction. Please, come over and have a glass. I have made more than a dozen for you to choose. Since I am such an idiot, I am not sure which glass is full and which glass is empty. The glasses are not even placed in order on the table, so please have a check of the volume before enjoying your drink. Who knows, you might find something interesting. If you love my work, you can commission another piece, to be added to your glass. If you don’t want to, please enjoy while it last! This is my lemon collection, come, come and have a look! Have a drink, it’s totally free! Just don’t get too addicted, because that will not be healthy for you! By the way, no kids are allowed! ******************************** If you didn’t understand all of that, it means that this is my fanfiction collection over the years. Some of them are completed – usually one-shots. Some of them are not – most aren’t. Some of them will make you vomit from disgust. Some are parodied, basing on another story I read somewhere. It is totally fine to parody or rewrite another fanfiction, so don’t b*tch about it. Please read the volume title before you b*tch about why the story just abruptly stopped. And if you want more chapters, you can commission it by becoming my patron. Use my penname to search. ******************************** Disclaimer: This collection contains graphical violence and sex scenes. Absolutely no children allowed to drink my lemon! Fanfiction: Naruto. Harry Potter. Fate Stay Night. Disney, and so on… ******************************** Discord Server: https://discord.gg/ffazvKp

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A overworked office drone dies from exhaustion and awakens as the lowest stableboy in King’s Landing. Just when he thinks his new life is doomed, the “More Children, More Power” System activates — every child he sires grants him immense strength. Cersei mocks him as worthless scum? He’ll have her screaming his name by dawn. Daenerys thinks her dragons give her the upper hand? Soon those dragons — and their mother — will answer to him. Sansa, Arya, Margaery, and every beauty across the Seven Kingdoms… they will all belong to him. When his blood flows through the veins of half of Westeros and his power surpasses the gods, the Iron Throne won’t be a prize. It will merely be a plaything for his countless heirs. Note: This is a Fanwork.

“My son, on the day you were born, all of Westeros whispered your name, Arthas…” —Tywin Lannister. “Enough with the nonsense.” Arthas Lannister, clad in heavy black armor, his face mostly hidden by a sapphire-encrusted helmet, slowly approached, a greatsword of deep blue, engraved with a skull and ram's head, held in his right hand. “Speak your last words, Father!”

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"