I want to help people. It's what I've always wanted. And you can't stop me. - Started: 2/1-2026

The Pit was not marked on any Viking maps. It was the kind of place even seasoned dragon hunters avoided speaking about, let alone visiting. Shrouded in permanent mist and wrapped in jagged black rock, the island jutted from the sea like a broken fang. Its cliffs wept steam from vents that hissed like angry serpents, and deep within its bones, the earth still rumbled-as if the island itself shared the bloodlust of its scaly residents. At its heart lay the crater. Not a natural one, though time and weather had since shaped it into something ancient and mythic. This hole had been earned-scorched out by generations of dragons unleashing their fury against one another in bouts of power, dominance, and primal instinct. The stone floor bore the scorch-marks of Monstrous Nightmares, the claw-gouges of Razorwhips, and the layered, eerie silence that followed each clash. It was as much a monument as an arena. A place dragons came to prove themselves, or die trying. And at the rim of the crater stood a girl. Barefoot, ash-dusted, sharp-eyed. Katla.

Cregan Stark/Targaryen OC *not a self insert* Timelines have been changed so ages better match up. OC and Cregan Stark are of similar ages and any smut happens with characters that are adults 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 For the first time since fleeing Old Valyria, Daenys is named to honour the woman who saved the Targaryen lineage from extinction. Unfortunately, the curse of foresight follows the name directly to the child who inherited it. Dragon dreams are not clear. There is no book on the subject, no sign to look for. Many do not believe the dreamers have ever existed. Daenys is cursed with the burden of dreams depicting destruction and the fall of her family. She is cursed with callings that cannot be ignored, a pull stronger than she can resist. Mad. Wicked. Insane. Defective. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 The ways of Old Valyria were right to be destroyed in the Doom. Their blood magic and rituals are words Daenys will never repeat. But she will do what she must to preserve the legacy of her forefather no matter that it might leave her scarred, suffering, and alone. Until there is a man brave enough to stand by her side and embrace her as Daenys. Madness, dreams, blood magic, and all. Wolf and dragon. Ice and fire. Loyalty and sacrifice. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

Rayne was only 15 when the ship carrying her and her parents was swallowed by the waves. Washed up on the shore of an island far from home, Rayne finds herself without friends in an unfamiliar world. There are fire-breathing creatures she has never seen. Dragons. One befriends her, and the two form an easy alliance. Their friendship strengthens when a crisis forces dragon and human to work together. When Rayne is well enough to leave, she sets out on the back of the small, calico dragon, her only friend. The two begin their journey across the Archipelago, searching for Rayne's home, but unknownly getting farther away. However, they farther they go, the more they find truths Rayne would rather not know, and enemies she didn't create. After being rescued by people who called themselves Grimborns, Rayne finds herself confused about their true motive. By the time she has recovered, she had decided to join Krom Grimborn in his attempt to rid the Archipelago of his dragon-slaughtering enemies, the Dragon Riders.

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ [ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ] ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @ʟᴀɴᴛᴇᴀ-

They couldn't find her, so they erased all traces of her existence. She was never meant to show up again. Never meant to be seen by anyone. But she decided to step out of the shadows, and onto the parapet. - Started: 6/11-2025

After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines of Runestone, she remains oblivious to her father's existence until her mother's sudden demise thrusts her into a fateful encounter. Little do they know; this reunion sets off a dangerous series of events as a formidable player enters the scene for the impending dance of the dragons. "The flames of desire rekindle in the embers of love." - Anthony T. Hincks (aemond targaryen x oc targaryen) © 2023 | ItsMeSyd Cover by Selyxe

When Visenya Velaryon was born paler than the winter snows barely six moons after the wedding of Rhaenyra and Laenor, the whispers started there. Bastard. No matter how hard Rhaenyra tried to claim she was Laenor's daughter, her resemblance to Daemon and her pale skin proved her lies. The lies and whispers tormented her throughout her life. Then one night on Driftmark in an attempt to protect her half brothers, the life she tried making for herself all came crashing down thanks to the uncle that hated her more than anything; at least that's what she was made to believe.

❝𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧...❞ ◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥ 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧. ◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥◣◥ [the book of cassandra] [volturi kings x oc] [twilight fanfiction]

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen - a union forged not of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. Yet her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet: the Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.