In the shadow of dragons and fire, two twins were born to House Targaryen. Daemon - the restless prince with a sword in hand. And Daelyra - his twin. But the bond they shared was more than blood. A forbidden tie, a danger to the throne.

In a dynasty forged in conquest, prophecy, and blood, Aelora and Valarr find something dangerously rare: tenderness. From Summerhall to King's Landing, their story unfolds through stolen glances, courtly splendor, political betrothals, and devastating grief. A tragic Targaryen romance about first love, fragile happiness, and the cruel cost of losing it. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

In the shadowed halls of Winterfell, the Starks guard a secret: a girl with silver-white hair concealed by dye and violet eyes. | Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction | Ice & Fire Romance | Canon-Compliant AU with Original Female Character x Aerion Targaryen x Valarr Targaryen |

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.

"Perhaps I was meant to burn alone in this world." Aelyna Targaryen, the realms terror. Her life had been nothing but one great tragedy. War has loomed over her head since the minute she breathed air. [Cregan Stark] house of the dragon au

"Prince Oberyn." "I see my reputation precedes me." "Well, I would be a fool not to recognize the man who has fucked half of Westeros." "A fool you are not, it appears. Nonetheless, I confess it is good to be known," he told her as he grabbed a goblet of wine from a nearby servant's tray and brought it to his lips. "As you know who I am, might I enquire after your identity, my lady?" Ilyn took the wine goblet from his hand and stared up at him from over the glass with large doe eyes as she answered innocently, "The woman who has fucked the other half." [oberyn martell x oc] [game of thrones season 4] started: may 14, 2021 completed: august 14, 2021 Cover art credit: beautifmind Note: there will be some minor timeline changes, and characters who died in the show may or may not die.

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

Slow burn!! Revealed too early and claimed too quietly, Vhaella Targaryen learns that dragonblood is both a gift and a curse. Proud of her name and drawn to a dragon she was never meant to touch, she is placed within the household of Aerion Targaryen-a man bound to her by blood and forbidden from her by law. In a world ruled by fire and silence, some desires are dangerous precisely because they are unspoken.