After Rhaenyra was sent back by the Fourteen Flames to prevent the Dance of the Dragons, she was unable to do so. The Dance commenced and the loss to the world was profound. The Gods declared one more attempt to shift the fabric of fate and called forth a Champion to do so. One they hoped would have the will to do what was necessary to rewrite the fate of Westeros. Brought to a new world, given a new fate, one woman must fight for not just the throne but her new family. She must shape the world anew, and prove she was worthy of the gods' faith. House of the Dragon fanfiction Daemon Targaryen x OC!Targaryen Warning - Death, war, violence, sex, incest, miscarriage, and likely many other things. As always I do not own anything related to Game of Thrones or House of the Dragon, the rights to this vast world are owned by GRRM. I am simply giving the world my own twist.

Y/n Targaryen is the younger sister of Rhaegar Targaryen. Rhaegar is very protective of his sister. Y/n is the spare heir, which she doesn't mind. She spends her time training with Ser Barristan Selmy and spending time at her lessons going over her ancestors histories and working on her High Valyrian in case dragons comes back. King Aery II was always proud of Y/n. Where Rhaegar lacks, Y/n is not. If she was firstborn he would've made her be heir but she's not. It was no doubt that Aerys didn't like his son who always in books and prophecies. Especially when he thinks his son will overthrow him by mere whispers of the court. But when Rhaegar crowns Lyanna Stark as the queen of love and beauty instead of his wife Elia, it's started off a spark that almost ended the Targaryen line and suspense Aerys into madness. Now Y/n has to clean up the mess her brother has made and tries for peace between her cousin Robert and the Crown. Cersei Lannister x reader Targaryen

Peace: the thing all search and fight for. It lasts for a while but inevitably crumbles to dust. So when an allied empire to the queendom of Solor requests help, it is only fitting for them to send one of the best. A special knight. But what if this knight gets more than what was promised? How will the responsibilities and other obligations be balanced? How will the truth be revealed? (G!P because I write GxG but needed heirs to keep the sequels happening so don't read if you don't like, the rest of the series can be read without this book somewhat fine, only will make "humanity's hubris" a bit confusing at the start.) -------------------------------------------------- Books in this series: Cryptic 1st book - Elementals - Completed 1st book other pov - Eyes Of Void - Completed 2nd book - Dragon's Legacy - Completed 2.5th book (same world, other place/characters) - Silent Flight - Completed 3rd book - The Shadow Knight - Completed 3.5th book (takes place between 'shadow knight' and 'spark from before') - Humanity's Hubris - Hiatus/being written 4th book (written after the 5th but fits here in the timeline for 4th) - "Just a crow" - Hiatus/being written 5th book - A Spark From Before - Completed 6th book - ??? - Draft -------------------------------------- I HAVE NO MONEY!!! Stop offering me to draw me comics of my stuff, I cannot pay you... Tell me if it is free fanart because you want to draw my stuff and be included, if not that and money mentioned, I WILL mute you bc I ain't paying.

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

{Book 1} The winds of war howled through the scorched skies of Westeros, carrying the scent of fire and blood. Among the Targaryens, a name whispered through history was not only Rhaenyra's, but that of her younger sister-Velleanna Targaryen. Born in the shadow of a realm divided, Velleanna was not raised to be a queen, but a warrior. While Rhaenyra played the game of thrones, Velleanna sharpened her blade, vowing to be the shield that stood between her sister and the darkness that sought to consume her. From the moment she could walk, Velleanna was drawn to steel and flame, trained by the finest warrior Ser Athony Mormont the Kingsquard. She grew into a fierce protector, a rider of dragons, and a woman forged in loyalty. Through years of war, betrayal, and shifting allegiances, she stood unwavering at her sister's side, her sword a promise of devotion. As the realm spiraled into chaos, with House Targaryen tearing itself apart, Velleanna would be more than a mere footnote in history. She would be the tempest, the firestorm, the sister who chose not the throne, but the woman who rightfully claimed it. And when the dragons screamed and the world burned, she would be there, standing at Rhaenyra's side, ready to carve their fate into the very bones of Westeros. {Velleanna Targaryen x Charlie Hunnam} (SPOILERS ABOUT HOUSE OF THE DRAGON READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !!) ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇꜱ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ,ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ

Fifteen years after walking away from the FBI, Y/N is pulled back into the BAU's orbit when a brutal new case forces them to confront a past they don't remember. As the team hunts a sadistic psychiatrist who disappeared decades ago, Y/N begins to uncover buried memories of an experiment that was never supposed to be exposed. At the center of it all is Emily Prentiss-former lover, now unit chief, whose past with Y/N is just as unresolved as the mystery unfolding around them. As the case spirals, Y/N and Emily are forced to navigate the thin line between unfinished business and something more. But the past isn't done with either of them. Because the killer has been waiting. And this time, Y/N isn't just hunting him. They're his final experiment. With the BAU racing against time, secrets unravel, old wounds resurface, and Y/N must decide-are they willing to stay and fight, or will they run again? And if they stay-what does that mean for Emily? Dark, intense, and deeply personal, The Echo of Yesterday is a story of second chances, buried trauma, and the fight to reclaim what was stolen.

Re-Upload of the OG crack fic When all Y/N L/N wanted was to chill at home with her laptop, anime and her bed, why has she suddenly been drop-kicked into Westeros of all places? It's not even her favourite fandom. First-person (use of I)

Before her marriage to Daemon, Rhaenyra Targaryen bears a daughter with Laenor Velaryon-Aemyra Targaryen, a trueborn dragon in both blood and spirit. While Rhaenyra once dreamed of raising a future queen, what she creates instead is something far more dangerous: a cold-blooded tactician, a ruthless enforcer. Aemyra is more dragon than girl, a creature shaped by fire, ambition, and the brutal truths of succession.

"Kiss me," I whispered, the need dripping off of my soft voice a tangible weight in the air. Renata leaned closer, sending a jolt through my flushed body. But just before our lips could meet, she paused, her gaze holding mine captive, "You first," a challenge laced in her lowered voice. I drew in a deep breath when her hand pressed firmly against my back, curving my body closer to hers. "Me?" I echoed in surprised. A knowing smirk played on her lips, "If you want me to kiss you," she began, her voice a drawn-out whisper-tightening her grip around me and easily molding me to her body, "Then do it yourself." ♛ In a world of royal alliances and high-tech mergers, soon-to-be Queen Azura finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of sex scandals and murder when she forms an alliance with the headstrong Renata Rivera, the CEO of a powerful cyber security firm. As accusations fly and dark secrets emerge, Azura must navigate the endless waters of betrayal and deceit, unaware of what truths could lurk in the shadows. And with tensions rising and alliances shifting, Azura must quickly decide who to trust. But she quickly learns to never trust anyone, especially in a world built purely to destroy anyone who dares to enter it.