Endless cycles always come to an end. Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen and Jena Dondarrion, had been missing for a month when he was found near the ruins of Harrenhal. He was wandering through the tall grass, barefoot, his gaze vacant, his skin was an alarming pallor, and his body bore signs of violence, with scars crisscrossing his back and chest, some thin, others wider. The X-rays revealed something even worse: his forearms and shins had been broken... Someone had tried to break them, then let them heal before doing it again, but hadn't had time to complete the process. Valarr was rambling. His sentences made no sense. The investigators tried to make sense of it, then someone asked the obvious question. "Where is Morgana Stark?" Valarr froze. Very slowly, he tilted his head to the side at a strange angle and murmured. "I don't know where my girlfriend is." There was a silence... Then he parted his lips once more. "I don't know where my girlfriend is." Again. "I don't know where my girlfriend is." And again. "I don't know where my girlfriend is." He finally stopped to catch his breath. The investigators exchanged a heavy look, because one thing was certain: no one knew where Morgana Stark was. No one... Except maybe Valarr.

Princess Daenys Martell firstborn daughter of Princess Daenerys Targaryen and Prince Maron Martell, the future Ruling Princess of Dorne. Unlike her siblings she bears Valyrian features, silver-gold hair and amethyst eyes, which set her apart and fuel whispers about her parentage, including rumors linking her to Daemon Blackfyre. Though she was born prematurely and lives with lasting damage to her lungs, she refuses to see herself as fragile. Others treat her as if she were made of glass, unfit to rule and more Targaryen than Martell.. Her illness confines her body, not her will and she is determined to prove that she is more than the "weak heir" people believe her to be. Aerion recognizes this defiance and exploits it. Unlike others, he does not coddle her. Instead, he tests her limits, pushing her to endure him, his presence, even his suffocating closeness. He frames it as strength, as transformation, convincing her that she does not need the same things as ordinary people that she is above them. Their relationship is not one of simple control, it is a struggle. She is drawn to the way he sees her not as fragile, but as worthy. That validation is intoxicating, not because she is weak, but because it aligns with the person she wants to be. And in trying to prove she is not breakable, she risks letting him reshape her into something far more dangerous.

Shaera Rivers was born from the union of the Great Bastards. Daughter of the two most dangerous shadows in Westeros, Bloodraven and Shiera Seastar. Granddaughter of King Aegon Targaryen the Unworthy, Lady Melissa Blackwood, and Serenei of Lys. Valarr Targaryen was the heir's heir, the golden prince of his age, tethered by honor to a crown he was born to protect. And Shaera Rivers was the bastard's bastard. No matter how noble her lineage appeared, her roots were rotten with the shame of her birth. Their love was a bond that no king would sanction and no realm would ever tolerate. ~ "Who is that?" Kiera asked, her voice tighter than she intended. Lady Ellyn's lips curved slightly. "That is her.. Prince Valarr's beloved." The word struck like a stone. "Beloved?" "Indeed." Ellyn's eyes followed Shaera's hands as the shears moved with quiet precision. "When Valarr looks at her, he sees flowers, lilies, roses, something rare and delicate. But watch closely my dear." Her voice dropped to a velvet whisper. "He sees blossoms... while her hands close only around poisonous weeds." Kiera hesitated. "She looks... fragile. Almost ethereal." "So does frost." Ellyn murmured. "Right before it kills the harvest." Her voice lowered into a silken warning. "Do not let the silver hair deceive you. Beneath that glow is a girl who climbed into a prince's heart using tricks no septa would ever teach. They say... she has enchanted him." Her gaze slid back to Kiera, sharp and knowing. "If I were you.." She said softly. "I'd ensure Prince Valarr remembers the difference between a highborn rose and a common weed before she sows any more seeds in his head..."

During the War of the Five Kings, fifteen year old Angelina Lannister leaves Casterly Rock hoping to finally see the world beyond her family's golden walls. Gentle and kind-hearted unlike the rest of the Lannisters, her journey north quickly turns dangerous when war breaks out across Westeros. Captured by Robb Stark's army after being mistaken for a valuable bargaining piece, Angelina finds herself trapped between lions and wolves and caught in the middle of a conflict far bigger than herself.

They said Prince Daeron dreamed true, though he drowned the visions in wine before dawn could claim them. Elenei Waxley, raised on superstition and stories, listens anyway. In a world where songs outlive the dead, she begins to wonder whether prophecy is merely another kind of haunting. [A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms fanfic] [Daeron the Drunken × oc]

𖤓 ⋆˙ 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 it cannot be denied that both jacaerys and aerion velaryon loved their younger sister, valaera velaryon. yet the nature of that love could not have been more different. jacaerys, her elder brother, loved her with a quiet gentleness. he was protective, sincere, and largely untainted by darker impulses. the same could not be said of his twin. aerion was mean, stubborn, and fiercely proud of his valyrian coloring, often declaring himself a dragon in human form. in his mind, valaera was not merely his sister but something closer to a possession, someone over whom he believed he held unquestionable claim and control. and so valaera finds herself caught between two very different affections: the steady, tender devotion of jace, and the intoxicating, dangerous pull of aerion's possessive and vulgar love. dragons belong amongst dragons, do they not? WARNING: WILL INCLUDE VERY DARK THEMES.

Vicissitudes vi·cis·si·tude a change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant. Seraphina Blackfyre hated the Targaryens. She had been raised to. They stole her family's fortune, her grandfather's inheritance, and built their name on rigged bets, fixed races, and the kind of underground empire that only looked untouchable from the outside. So yes, Sera hated the Targaryens- especially their spoiled, dangerous sons, who had a habit of crossing every line she drew. AKotSK Street Racing AU Loosley inspired by the driver!targaryen fanart by Islafigs !!! Multiship x FM!oc

Sewn Together| Sons of Anarchy Andrea Marshall and Jax Teller have been best friends since they were five years old, having been through everything together: chaos, heartbreak, but the one thing they always had was each other; they never left. They always stayed, even when things got bad, and somewhere along the line, he realized she was it-she always was. Maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way.

and you know damn well for you, i would ruin myself a million little times house of the dragon, seasons 1 - ? ( jacaerys velaryon x female oc )

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )