THE DRAGON TWINS " they call us dreamers, but we're the ones who can't sleep " Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc ( house of the dragon series )

Cregan Stark/Targaryen OC *not a self insert* Timelines have been changed so ages better match up. OC and Cregan Stark are of similar ages and any smut happens with characters that are adults 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 For the first time since fleeing Old Valyria, Daenys is named to honour the woman who saved the Targaryen lineage from extinction. Unfortunately, the curse of foresight follows the name directly to the child who inherited it. Dragon dreams are not clear. There is no book on the subject, no sign to look for. Many do not believe the dreamers have ever existed. Daenys is cursed with the burden of dreams depicting destruction and the fall of her family. She is cursed with callings that cannot be ignored, a pull stronger than she can resist. Mad. Wicked. Insane. Defective. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 The ways of Old Valyria were right to be destroyed in the Doom. Their blood magic and rituals are words Daenys will never repeat. But she will do what she must to preserve the legacy of her forefather no matter that it might leave her scarred, suffering, and alone. Until there is a man brave enough to stand by her side and embrace her as Daenys. Madness, dreams, blood magic, and all. Wolf and dragon. Ice and fire. Loyalty and sacrifice. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

The space between the unlikely pair was extremely limited, trying with everything in her power to push past the obvious nervous bolts flying through her veins, Valeara forced herself to speak. "It was a mistake, you and I both know that". Somehow, she still managed to display such anger within her nervous facial expression. This amused Aegon, "and yet you want it again". // Valeara and Aegon have hated each other since the beginning, with Aegon tormenting her relentlessly. However, as time goes on, unexpected feelings begin to develop between them while tension grows. Meanwhile, Valeara faces a looming betrothal to Aegon's younger brother, Aemond, who despises her just as much as Aegon once thought he did. Caught between two brothers. One somewhat good and one evil, Valeara must navigate a tense and complicated future.

M-A-M-A. G-I-R-L. Mamas Girl. Alicent Hightower loved all her children. She did, and no one could deny that. But she has and always will love her youngest daughter Aemma Targaryen just that little bit more. Aemma didn't look or act like any of her Targaryen siblings or her father. She looked exactly like her mother. With her reddish brown hair and green eyes, the only notion of her Valyrian heritage being the specks of violet in her eyes. Along with the fact that her twin brother was Aemond Targaryen, a man who looked to have the truest of true Valyrian blood running through his veins. The only downside was that Alicent couldn't speak her name. Of course the one thing that Viserys took from Alicent was choosing HER daughters name. And of all names the one of his deceased wife Aemma Arryn. Follow the story of Aemma Targaryen as she plays God's Game. Season One ~| Completed Season Two ~| Completed SeasonThree ~| #1 in Aemond Targaryen, ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE THAT. #1 in Alicent Hightower #1 in Team Green AND Team Black

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

Sherah is captured in Pentos, found stranded and naked ashore. Sent to King's Landing under King Daeron II's command, she is said to carry the blood of Old Valyria. Sherah becomes a whisper of hope in a time where dragons are but ash and legends. However, Prince Aerion Targaryen, dragons obsessed, bright as a flame and twice as mad, seems to distract Sherah from her purpose. fem oc x aerion targaryen

Maegelle Velaryon was born amongst thunders and fire, blood and sweat, but most importantly, pain. Born a woman, but also a princess. The weight of duty was as palpable as a flame against skin, the expectations the others had in her as high as a dragon dancing in the sky. The cruelness of the world had made it very clear to the eyes of the young princess that she was born for only one, damned thing: all she had to do was sit, look pretty, and obey. A woman had little to have and even less to give in a world like that, if it hadn't been for their "gift" of creating new lives, they would've been erased from the face of the earth a lot sooner than excepted. At least that was people kept reapeating her since she was old enough to hold a needle and sew. She managed just fine for the first years of her life. She could bear the mother's stern look when she did something that had little to do with a princess;the stares of the people around her and their smiles who never quite reached their eyes; the weight of others expectations about her and her life; the piercing, icy stare of the septa when she failed her stitching, and even the inappropriate looks she received from the lords who wished to bind their house to the targaryens by the rite of marriage. But everything changed when incident after incident kept cutting the ties between the two sides of her family. Reason why, one day, she lost the only person that could understand her emotions. Her dear uncle, Daeron. Maegelle Velaryon was born to inherit naught but fire and ash. But maybe not everything was lost....

"He's stalwart. Clever. As adept with his lute as he is with his sword. And a feature in the fancies of many a young lady I'd wager." Having affections for a prince was not uncommon for a high born lady of her standing. But he was her enemy, her mind scolded her. There were dozens upon dozens of reasons why it was a bad idea for her to be sneaking out to see him. And yet she could not help herself. She was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And. . . she knew she would get burned. Knew she could get killed. But whenever his lips touched hers she found herself not caring about any of that. She just knew she didn't want him to stop.

"A rose in a world of thorns. Mirielle Tyrell steps into the Ashford Meadow, where ambition, secrets, and destiny collide. No one knew where this would lead her to." A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOM VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC (SLOW BURN)