𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? You had a crush brothers best friend for years since you were little, even if it was older by five years he was still hot. Years later you find yourself kissing him at a party? Geto Suguru x F-reader

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion blurs, binding father and daughter together in a way that is as fragile as it is inescapable. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things) (This is a fanfiction I have started writing, I am enjoying it but I would appreciate any feedback! I will likely continue writing this despite not actually having anybody reading it c,: )

From being the quiet childhood classmate Aerion Targaryen mocked for years, Vivian Vale grew into the woman his widowed father couldn't keep out of his bed - or out of his life. What began as a discreet arrangement of late-night calls, expensive gifts, and tuition payments soon became something far more dangerous. Maekar Targaryen paid for her apartment, her law degree, the diamonds at her throat, and every luxury she'd ever been denied, but none of it compared to the way he touched her like a secret he intended to keep. And when Aerion finally discovers that the girl he once humiliated is now the obsession of the most powerful man he knows - his father - the lines between revenge, desire, and ruin begin to blur.

Los Targaryen conquistan todo con fuego y sangre .Siempre ha sido así ... Pero al parecer, no todas las guerras se ganan así Los Dorniences nunca se doblegaba, nunca se quebran ante nadie... Tarde o temprano aprendería a que doblegarse porque las personas correctas no sería perder .

'El amor de madre no tiene semejanza. Las madres aman más a sus hijos por que saben que son suyos."

Cuando el fin de la rebelión Blackfyre dió lugar en el Prado de hierba roja aquellos que pelearon junto a Daemon huyeron o pagaron el precio de traicionar a la corona. Sin embargo una joven quedo viva y fue traicionada por Aceroamargo. Melisara Blackfyre la hija mayor de Daemon. El rey Daeron lo tiene claro, casar a su sobrina con su hijo menor el príncipe Maekar. ¿Melisara se olvidara que fue una Blackfyre? La verdad solo se sabrá cuando se tenga que saber. Pero la realidad es que todos saben que el rival dormía bajo su techo. Los murmullos por ahí dicen que es mejor tener a tu enemigo más cerca que lejos.

"If you leave, I'll kill you But oh dear, I fear You'll kill me first That is love This is love Look for no other than I"

Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

Upon her return to King's Landing, the audacious and ambitious Princess Daenys Targaryen finds herself at the center of political games and whispered expectations, facing a scandal. Baelor, heir to the throne, has spent his life mastering restraint-an obedient son, a firm ruler, a man forged by responsibility. He knows what the kingdom demands of him. He doesn't know how to resist the temptation to be chosen. What begins with furtive glances and cautious words soon threatens to ignite a flame that could reshape the dynasty. In a court where every whisper carries weight, love may prove more dangerous than war. Some crowns are inherited. Others are won in flames. Started: 16/03/2026 Baelor Targaryen x Fem! OC Targaryen (Incest Uncle x Niece) ·˚✎ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #asoiaf #1 in #Baelortergaryen #1 in #Baelor #1 in #Daenystargaryen #1 in #Maekartargaryen #1 in #Duncan #1 in #houseofthedragon #1 in #egg #1 in #Martell #2 in #Housetargaryen #2 in #asongoficeandfire #2 in #Aegon #2 in #hotd #3 in #Housemartell #5 in #Valarr