"𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒂𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑵𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓." 𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝟏𝟔 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. [𝐀 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬] [𝐁𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐒𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐮𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐅!𝐨𝐜] [𝐈𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬]

in which RHAENYS TARGARYEN is a dragon dreamer. When she foresees BAELOR TARGARYEN, Prince of Dragonstone, fall to his demise at Ashford, she changes the course of his fate ── weaving their destinies into a binding entanglement. [ BAELOR BREAKSPEAR X OC ] [ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AND ASOIAF UNIVERSE ] [ 2026 ]

"Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now I think I'm ready now Intoxicate me now With your lovin' now I think I'm ready now"

"And as she wept Stars fell from her eyes." ( house of the dragon ) ( season one - season two ) ( fem!oc )

Rhaegar Targaryen is the only son of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen, Heir to the Iron Throne, but many don't wish him to lead even his father has his doubts. Rhaegar is wild and mostly doesn't think about his actions. Therefore, many believe he will bring more harm to the realms than good. He's 16, and his father still hasn't named him Prince of Dragon Stone. Rhaegar has claimed one of the biggest dragons to live right now, son of Meraxes and Balerion, and almost 120 years old. Diaval was never claimed. Some tried, and they all died. All until a little 7 year old boy walked into his den and came out laughing, sitting on top of the large dragon.

Aerys Targaryen first of his name Heir to the Irone throne and prince of Dragonstone the first and only son to King Viserys and Queen Aemma. Aerys a good man and a good prince who was loved by all and understood his duty he was selfless ready to put his feelings to the side for his family and the realm. Those feeling were for his best friend's little sister Alicent Hightower his sister's childhood companion who held the same feeling for him. Alicent Hightower x OC Targaryen Warnings Rhaenyra, Daemon, Otto some Viserys bashing there will be smut, childbirth, abuse, underage relations as it was for that time, incest, foul language, and gory scenes

Maekar never expected to marry again, never expected to love again. he tried to be a distant husband, a husband in name only. and yet you with your sweet smiles, kind eyes made it so hard for him to forget to be the stern man Westros knew him as, made it hard for him to forget that he didn't want to fall in love. maekar targaryen x florent!reader

⤷ TILL FOREVER FALLS APART⎹ donde orys y rhaenyra sueñan con un mundo ideal e irrealista, pero al menos no están solos. ⊱ donde orys y rhaenyra targaryen se otorgan mutuamente sus vidas y saben que siempre fueron del otro, incluso cuando el fin llega. ﹙dance of the dragons fanfiction﹚ ﹙rhaenyra targaryen x oc!male﹚ ﹙cover by folklowonder﹚ ﹙16-08-2024﹚

desire of the dragon | "desire is ugly. incessant. shaped like two hands around a throat." a knight of the seven kingdoms fanfiction baelor breakspear x oc!fem cover by missalicenth 27/01/2026

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.