𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚. 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 & 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 (𝐎𝐜)

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

" i'll never be a son. " ──────────── 𝐈𝐍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. ﴾ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ₁ ! ﴿ ﴾ ⁿᵒᵛ ₂₀₂₃ - ﴿ ──────────── @ʳᵃᵇᵇⁱᵗʸᵇᵃᵇᵇⁱᵗʸ ( 𝖿!𝗈𝖼 𝗑 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄)

Cregan Stark/OC - NOT self insert SMUT teehee-characters are aged up and any smut that happens is with them of age Jacaera Velaryon, twin to Jacaerys Velaryon. Second in line to the Throne, born the spitting image of her great-grandmother Alyssa. She's always by her brother's side. But one word plagues them as they grow: bastard. It is ignored. They try to ignore it. But there are uncles to remind them of the word. Uncles that they train with, that they're supposed to be close with and love. Jacaera is not so lucky. She is cursed. Because one of her uncles takes an unwelcome interest in his child niece. Terrorizes her until there is nothing but fear. It is this that prompts a move. A relocation with their newest baby brother. Peace after an eventful funeral. But then feelings resurface. Fights at dinner. And Rhaenyra is usurped by the very same uncle that terrorized Jacaera. She will do anything to garner support for the rightful Queen. Treat with any Lords she must. There is one, however, that she might take more of a special interest in. One that could win the war. One beautiful northerner. Lord Cregan Stark. She needs his support. Among other things. Jacaera will have his support. And she will win the war for her mother or die trying.

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚★⋆｡˚ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚ You say, "Maybe we make our own destiny" But I know that we're destined to break - Two lovers died at the same moment. The first one was a girl killed by her uncle on a dragon back - the second killed himself from madness and fury after receiving a letter from his older sister informing him that the person he once loved was killed by their own kin. In which he ended his life to be reunited with his lover. As the two of them got reincarnated in another world full of gods, monsters, and foes - another family, what they didn't know was that both of their families in their previous lives were watching their new life with the danger and adventure they went on. A/N: This story is inspired by all those who created some wtm (watching the movie), so I wanna credit all of them because they inspired me to make this. I'll re-edit everything.

Viserys is trying to make peace with the Velaryons before they start another war so he offers up his eldest son and heir, Taelon for Laena and Rhaenyra for Laenor. In hopes to smooth the waters between them. ⚡️ "Hold your hand while dancing. Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing champagne problems." 🍾 Taelon Saga Labyrinth/ Rhaenyra Epiphany/Alicent Enchanted/ Rhae Royce All explicit and otherwise intimate relations are done by consenting fictional adults above 18. Most characters belong to grrm #1 in laenavelaryon on 7/14/23 🥰 #1 in theheir on 6/7/23

In a world where power is everything and blood is thicker than water, Visenya must carve out her own path, not just as a Targaryen, but as the dragon she was born to be. "The Forgotten Visenya" is a tale of love, loss, and the fire that burns within those who refuse to be forgotten. ...This story gets VERY Steamy ... You've been warned

𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 In the twilight years before the Dance of the Dragons, the realm turns its eyes to a prince born in shadow but rising in flame. Prince Maekar Velaryon. The firstborn son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon... or so the court is meant to believe. Though many murmur that his true sire is Ser Criston Cole. In the shadow of civil war, the boy must learn to survive the thorns of court, the venom of legitimacy, and the cruel truths of blood. What becomes of the prince who yet wears no crown, yet holds the entity of a realm on his shoulders? 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍