Enemies to Lovers. 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ...and she wondered, did they go from lovers to enemies or from enemies to lovers? "𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹." Queen Alicent had spoken the truth when these words had left her mouth, the moment the King decided not to punish Princess Rhaenyra's son for taking the eye of her child. In the night, in the safe place of her chambers, she gave the order to have Lucerys Velaryon taken and sold into slavery. But a regrettable misunderstanding causes Larys Strong's men to take, not the culprit, but Aemma Velaryon, Rhaenyra's youngest child, and banish her to a life of suffering and loneliness. Aemma Velaryon had not been seen since then but the gods do not forget and sometimes fate strikes back harder than you would have expected. 𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗗 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗜 21+ 𝗔𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 Cover made by me.

The winds of war howl across the realm, their icy breath whispering tales of betrayal and blood. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight, has been cruelly cast from her rightful throne, her crown sullied by the treachery of the Hightowers of Oldtown. A usurper sits the Iron Throne, a pretender clad in green, while the true Queen's black banners rise in defiance. Across the Seven Kingdoms, dragons soar as messengers of vengeance, calling loyal houses to arms, their shadows darkening the lands below. Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of the Queen, stands on the precipice of manhood, his heart burdened with duty and fire. He knows his role well - a prince, a dragonrider, and a weapon forged for his mother's cause. Mounted upon Vermax, his emerald-scaled fury, Jacaerys is among the first to take wing. His destination: the North, where the cold bites deeper than the sharpest blade. To Winterfell he flies to snow-laden halls and Stark hospitality, seeking swords and oaths to bolster his Queen's claim. You have lived your life beneath the gray skies and towering walls of Winterfell. The North is in your blood - its frozen forests, its relentless winds, its unyielding ice. Here, amid the frigid stone and hearthfires, you have found a sanctuary of warmth and family, shared with your young sister and the half-brother who watches over you like a wolf to its pack. But when the dragon descends from the heavens, bearing fire and war upon its back, the North you know will not be the only thing to feel the pangs of war. You will never be the same. In which [Y/N] Stark is the younger half-sister to Cregan Stark. Story begins upon Jacaerys's visit to the Wall. Tried to keep physical descriptions vague (for all my lovely poc readers!) and as minimal use of [Y/N] as I could get away with... Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same name Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon, canon divergence, alternate ending (blacks win, jace survives)

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

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

𝔇𝔅 | When the Targaryens are divided and dragons roar in the sky, Nathearys Targaryen finds herself caught between loyalty to her family and honor. Amid battles, betrayals, and a throne bathed in blood, her greatest enemy turns out to be the only one capable of igniting her heart: Jacaerys Velaryon. In a dance of fire and passion, can love survive when the whole world is destined to burn? 𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚂 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙴𝙽 | 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙾𝙽 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼!𝙾𝙲

Aelyeska Targaryen was born gentle. Yet, how shall she fare with a heart full of love in a time as cruel as the Dance of Dragons? Will she let her love for Aemond One-Eye cloud her mind, or will she be stronger than her heart? "Marriage binds people by duty. For it is the only time duty and love can stand in the same phrase, without being contradictory." [Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC] !! This fanfiction contains mature and possibly triggering topics such as : graphic, explicit, and violent descriptions of sexual scenes, death, and gore. mentions of self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and vomit. major character deaths !! --------- Highest rankings : #2 in aegontargaryen (17/01/25) #1 in targaryen (11/03/25) #1 in asongoficeandfire (12/04/25) #1 in rhaenyratargaryen (30/07/25) #1 in westeros (24/09/25) #1 in aemondtargaryen (4/12/25)

- ꜱʜᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏᴍꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡɪʟᴅʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀᴛʜᴇɴꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ. ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ꜰʟᴇᴡ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏʀᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀ ꜱᴏɴ? [Cregan Stark x oc] - House of the Dragon season two ~>

"I love you," he finally said. "In what way?" She asked. "You know what way." House Targaryen ruled the skies, their dragons soaring above the lands of Westeros, embodying the power and legacy of Old Valyria. As the blood of the dragon, the Targaryens were bound by fire and by blood, their history marked by triumph and tragedy. Their Valyrian bloodline remained pure through generations of marrying within their own house, ensuring the strength of their line and the potency of their dragons. From the Iron Throne, they governed the Seven Kingdoms with wisdom, their rule defined by a deep and unyielding connection to the fire that burned within them. House Velaryon, rulers of the seas, were ever loyal to House Targaryen, their fates as inseparable as the tides. Their wealth, power, and prestige were born from their naval dominance, securing their place as allies and kin to the dragonlords of House Targaryen. The Velaryons were steadfast in their loyalty, their bond with House Targaryen as much about shared heritage as it was about respect for the sea and the power it held. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, was more than just the heir to the Iron Throne, he was a warrior, a leader, and a prince truly deserving of the crown. With the blood of Old Valyria running through his veins, he carried Fire and Salt. A skilled swordsman, he trained relentlessly, his strikes as precise as they were powerful. But beyond his prowess in battle, Jacaerys was a just and compassionate leader, one who listened to his people and understood the weight of his duty. He was not just a ruler who would sit idly on a throne, he was a prince who would fight for his family and realm, who would bleed and die in honor. Many whispered that he would be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Jacaerys Velaryon x Daenera Velaryon (female oc)

Princess Morgana Baratheon is the eldest daughter of King Robert Baratheon and Queen Cersei Lannister. She is a beautiful combination of her parents; tall, long black curly hair with streaks of silver, and emerald eyes.

There she had stood, in place of her son, asking Lord Frey to let them pass by their bridge and they'd be on their way. On their way to King's Landing, most likely. Their way to Lord Stark. On their way to the Lannisters. Lady Catelyn had asked for their gates to be opened. In exchange, no harm would come to Lord Frey or his family. It was said that Robb Stark had an army of 20.000 men just outside their castle towers and Dahlia was sure they could breach their walls should they want to. And as she looked out into their camp, set not too far away as the white banner with the direwolf of the North wavered in the air, Dahlia wasn't entirely sure why they wouldn't. Set in seasons 1 through 3 Disclaimer: Some of the characters aren't mine and there might be some dialogue taken directly from the show.