BOOK ONE "Shut up." "I didn't say anything." "And I don't care. Your presence is loud and it needs to stop so shut up." Emery Lamont and Five Hargreeves were not on the best of terms but when the world threatens to end, they are forced to work together. Easier said than done. Five x maleoc The Umbrella Academy season 1

𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒, las viejas profecías tienen un eco inquietante que resuena en los oídos de aquellos que buscan el poder. En el año en que Rhaegal Targaryen nació bajo un cielo compartido por la luna y el sol, los maestres susurraron palabras antiguas que presagiaban un destino sellado por fuego y sombras. 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍, la legítima heredera al Trono de Hierro, se enfrenta a una marea creciente de traiciones y desafíos que amenazan su ascenso al poder. Decidida a fortalecer su reclamo y asegurar su lugar en el trono, toma una arriesgada decisión: casarse con su hermano menor, Rhaegal, cuya lealtad inquebrantable y destreza se convierten en piezas clave en su lucha. 𝐂𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐙 𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍̃𝐎𝐒, Rhaegal es un príncipe envuelto en misterio y marcado por una cicatriz que le hizo su propia madre, Alicent Hightower. 𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 cuelga de un hilo, las alianzas se forjan y se rompen en un juego mortal de ambiciones, y el rugido de los dragones anuncia la llegada de una nueva era de fuego y sangre.

Joven, impulsivo y temeroso de la carga impuesta por su nacimiento, Gaelon Targaryen, primogénito de Viserys I y Aemma Arryn, huyó de la corte una noche del 129 D.C, sumergiéndose en su propio exilio y dejando tras de sí un reino sin heredero. Ocho años después, cuando los dragones envejecen y los reyes olvidan sus promesas; el niño que huyó ha probado la amargura de su cobardía y regresa hecho hombre; una mujer que esperó con paciencia ha convertido la traición en doctrina y el trono en su costumbre. Ambos hermanos provocan que la guerra por la sucesión se cierne sobre Poniente bajo el sol candente del verano y las celebraciones por el retorno de un heredero y hermano aparentemente muerto. "Mientras todo Westeros bebe vino veraniego en los jardines de la Fortaleza Roja, la casa Targaryen se desmorona, lenta pero inevitablemente a puertas abiertas." ➹ usurper Rhaenyra au 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒏 ©m00nlenn, 2025

"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

"Goodbye papa, please prey for me" - Seasons In The Sun - 2023 Remaster Vaella Targaryen was a delicate, melancholy beauty, whispered about in ballads and spoken of reverently by her own parents. She moved like silk through the world-soft, luminous, untouchable. And yet Aerion Brightflame had decided she was something to be torn apart, piece by piece, with teeth and claws.

'The first thing God made is love / then comes blood / and the thirst for blood' - George Serefis, Stratis Thalassinos Among the Agapanthi "Let the Seven devour the traitors, for a king may rule, but even he will one day face the Stranger-and He judges harshly those who defy the law of the Gods." So prayed Princess Aelys: the innocent praying for death, the woman praying for a man to wear the Conqueror's Crown. targaryen oc x aemond targaryen team green

𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖘 Le néant, voilà à quoi elle était destinée. La douleur, la misère et la tristesse. C'était ce que son rang avait décidé pour elle. Mais elle allait réécrire son destin. Briser ses chaînes, sortir de l'ombre. Et ceux qui s'opposeront à elle, Succomberont dans les flammes et le sang.

Née du sang des dragons, promise à un prince que tout le royaume craint, Vayla Targaryen n'a jamais eu le luxe de choisir son destin. Mariée à Aerion Brightflame, un homme aussi fascinant que dangereux, elle devient malgré elle la seule capable de voir au-delà du masque du monstre qu'il rêve d'être. Entre jeux de pouvoir, secrets de cour, disparitions mystérieuses et regards qui en disent plus que des serments, Vayla devra apprendre une chose : survivre parmi les dragons ne suffit pas... il faut parfois apprendre à en devenir un. Et tandis que le royaume se prépare pour le tournoi d'Ashford, certains vérités enfouies menacent de remonter à la surface. Car à la cour des Targaryen, les flammes ne s'éteignent jamais. Elles couvent. Et elles consument.

❝on the eleventh day of the tenth moon, queen alicent of house hightower gave birth to twins. one to resemble the mother, the other to resemble the father❞ in which hightower looks mean less when your dragon is as fierce as vhagar