Twins are born in the first days of 113 AC. Their parents, the King and the Queen, name the boys Aegon and Aeryn. But while Aegon is strong and healthy, with silver hair and violet eyes, hardly anyone dares to look at Aeryn. Conflict is beginning to eat away the House of the Dragon from the inside, and Aeryn seems to be the personification of the rot that lurks within his family. And as the dragons begin to dance, everyone must choose. Even Aeryn. (hotd fanfic)

❝Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.❞ When the Velaryon siblings promised each other, that they would always support each other and be by each other's side to the end of their days, they were just ten and eight years old. Neither Jacaerys nor Naerys, much less Lucerys did not think their promise would soon be broken. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ +18; canon typical incest; smut; fighting; blood;

Jace/Female OC -NOT A SELF INSERT SMUT A bit of a Cregan Stark side story. He pleases BOTH of his dragons. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Precursory for new readers: this was written after season one of HOTD, I will not be changing anything when season 2 comes out. Also ages are not my strong suite and may be inconsistent but any smut happens when they're both of age Daemon swore a child could never grow in the venomous pit that was his bronze bitch in the Vale. It was the sense of humour of the Gods to give Rhea Royce a child the very image of her absent husband's own mother. An even further mockery of the Royce line was the carbon copy attitude Alyssa Targaryen was gifted from her father. "𝘈𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤." His little dragon, his child to a fault. And there were many. But Alyssa was ever her father's daughter. Eternally loyal to her family, breaker of law and tradition, and eager to cause as much upset in any capacity it is provided to her. She has tastes and desires that are satisfied no matter what the poor Septas have tried to tell her. Alyssa is Daemon Targaryens child. She will never turn her back on her family. She will defend Rhaenyra's honour as fiercely as if it was her own. Jacaerys Velaryon finds himself a fortunate ally to Alyssa Targaryen. His sense of duty and sacrifice do not go unnoticed by the fiery and impulsive daughter of the Rogue Prince. She has the fire to burn their enemies to the ground. He has the breeze to fan the flame brighter or the structure to keep the fire contented. *** "I fear for the men of the realm when she grows into a woman." Daemon shook his head. "I fear only for myself." ***

Dread coiled and turned to solid stone in his gut. It Weighed him. Weighed each step toward his dressing table. There, the source of his sleepless nights rested. The Glass Candle. It was burning. A starry, pale white flame flickered above the twisted black glass. He stopped but a pace away from the flame. Still close enough to feel the cold flame licking at his face. Turning his nerves in a way that made his skin crawl. A sickening feeling. The chilling burn of its glow sank back into the root of his bones. He couldn't stop it from growing. From becoming the monster he swore would never fall upon him again. Fear. His lips parted. A ragged breath rushed in. That fear swelled in his chest. He could not breathe in or out. Could not think clearly from the endless barrage of questions striking in his mind. Millions he wanted answered, and millions more he didn't. He feared what would answer. What lived in the pale white light... What lived beyond it? Could they be trusted? The most frightening question of all shrieked louder than all others in his mind. So loud he winced. So loud he could not stop himself from asking... "...What do you want from me?" He stood in the silence. It blanketed him like falling snow. He stared into the weepy white flame. Its icy barbs impaling him slowly from the inside out. Then sinking into his bones over again. A breeze trickled into his bedchamber. It's chill clawed at him from behind. From the opposite direction of his window. Her voice seeped into him like the sharp white flame burning at his back. "What does anything anywhere want? Does the seed not want to grow? Does the river wish not to flow? Does the hunter not want his prey? Do the storm clouds wish not for relief? Does fire not wish to burn?" Jacaerys Velaryon x male!oc [Some Aemond and a lil sprinkle of Baela] [Book 1/2]

𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐃'𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 - 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 In the twilight years before the Dance of the Dragons, the realm turns its eyes to a prince born in shadow but rising in flame. Prince Maekar Velaryon. The firstborn son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon... or so the court is meant to believe. Though many murmur that his true sire is Ser Criston Cole. In the shadow of civil war, the boy must learn to survive the thorns of court, the venom of legitimacy, and the cruel truths of blood. What becomes of the prince who yet wears no crown, yet holds the entity of a realm on his shoulders? 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖗 𝕴 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓... He was the second son of Virserys I and Alicent Hightower. Even though being his father's son, Rhaegar was very much like his uncle Daemon. Persistent, superiorities and never gave a shit about others. Unless it was about his dear nephew... 𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖘 𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓 One day, Rhaenyra makes a controversial proposal that could strengthen or weaken the house of the dragon. 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐨𝐜 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬: - #1 𝘰𝘯 "𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯" ━━━₈/₃/₂₄ - #1 𝘰𝘯 "𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦" ━━━₉/₇/₂₅ - #2 𝘰𝘯 "𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳" ━━━₉/₁₈/₂₅ [not proofread :)] [slight spelling mistake(here and there)] [Short storyline] 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: ₁/₃₁/₂₄ 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: ------

IN WHICH, a girl who exudes sunshine meets a man willing to give her the world. ⎯⎯⎯⎯ ❝Stop following me, I told you I'm fine, go focus on the other patients.❞ ❝Sweetheart I don't doubt that, I'm just here for when you need me.❞ ❝You are so lucky I don't have a scalpel right now or so help me God⎯❞ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ [JACK ABBOTT x FEM!OC] [SEASON ONE⎯TWO + MY OWN PLOT] © 2025 softlysqturn-

Elain Robinavitch-Abbot is the Princess in Pink. One of the best trauma nurses in the Pitt. Soft-spoken. Steady-handed. Loved by nearly everyone who matters. She is also married to Robby and Jack. Most of the ER already knows. Most of them also know better than to make it their business. After PittFest, peace became something everyone protected wherever they could find it. But when a nosy intern starts watching El too closely, asking too much, and turning care into suspicion, the calm the Pitt has been living in starts to crack. And Santos is about to learn that some things are private for a reason.

A blood red Weasley falls in love with his brother's enemy COMPLETED GO TO BOOK 2.

A heart murmur is the secret sound beneath the steady rhythm - the quiet confession the heart makes when it can no longer beat in silence. Not loud enough to alarm, but impossible to ignore once heard.