𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒈 ☾⊹ ࣪ [ Akotsk x Valarr Targaryen/oc ] - 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, these are the words of the Black Stag of Baratheon. Though my eyes have been set only once on a stag - a white hart, glorious and ethereal standing tall in front of me. ❧♛❦♛❧ {Tales of golden lines written for the Young Stag have stormed through Westeros. The long untamed Lady Meera Baratheon, named by my grandmother, with courage known to men and patience known to women. Tales of lines of suitors for my hand, beauty and persistence - Lyonel Baratheon could not justify any of it as my father. Who would have known the light in my dark eyes threatening to rip my womanhood out with a knife against my thigh at the idea of Lord Baratheon, my grandfather, tangling me to marriage with an impotent suitor to his vows as lordship. The night storm passes and by day, Valarr Targaryen, the Young Prince, with his father, Prince Baelor, are seated by the hall of Storm's End. Only one question at the eerie silence -𝑾𝒉𝒚?}

COMPLETED miya atsumu x fem!reader ⤷ a fic where two roommates slowly fall for each other slowburn,, uni!au

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"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."

What happens when the snake eats the dragon? 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄..𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ⤷ IN WHICH TWO FRIENDS DEVELOP FEELINGS FOR EACH OTHER BUT DENY THAT THEY CAN'T BE MORE THAN JUST FRIENDS ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ATSUMU X FEM! READER STARTED ━ 3/30/2021 ENDED ━ 6/14/2021 ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍ 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥 ↴ 𝗂 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗄𝗒𝗎! 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖼'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽. ╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍╍

miya atsumu × fem!reader  ((sakusa kiyoomi × fem!oc)) ONGOING // uniAU  ((text/scriptfic format))  a fic about being uncertain about wanting a real relationship   EL/HQUALITY、 SEPT 2020

The heart of a Targaryen was said to be one dipped in fire and blood. They ruled the skies with their dragons, danced through the flames of death and controlled the direction of the wind. All from an Iron throne. Rhaella Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen consort Alicent Hightower. She was cunning and calculating, knowing how to slither her way out of the situations she often found herself in. Visions and prophecies were both a curse and a blessing for the princess, and when the dragons began to dance she used them as motive for every action and sin she committed. First completed writing March 2023

Aemond Targaryen X Desiree Savage (OC) S A V A G E S : Book 1 "My love is a mindless flight risk Never on time, but god... He's timeless. He's a villain, he's a saint. He's a hero... He's a fucking renegade." ~ "My love is a heavenly blessing Always enchanting, and lord... She's everlasting. She's a savage beast, she's a little bird. She's an angel... She's a damn lionheart." Warnings: Smut & Language Votes and comments are welcomed! Rank at some point in time: #1 House of the Dragon #1 Aemond Targaryen #1 Aegon Targaryen #1 Westeros #1 Games #1 Aemond #1 Aegon #1 Nature #1 Crown #4 Daemon Targaryen