⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 - 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

Prince Valarr Targaryen, eldest son of Baelor Targaryen, was born to inherit more than a name-he was born to inherit expectation. Quiet, disciplined, and solemn beyond his years, Valarr carries the weight of legacy with steady grace. Smaller and finer-boned than his father yet bearing the same unshakable honor, he has always understood that duty comes before desire, and the realm before the self. Princess Valaena Targaryen, the only daughter of Baelor and Jena Dondarrion, is the light of the court-radiant, warm, and beloved. With violet eyes, pale skin, and dark hair streaked with platinum gold, she embodies the beauty of Old Valyria, yet it is her kindness that truly captivates. Gentle yet quietly resilient, she brings laughter to stone halls and softness to hardened hearts. From the moment she was born, Valarr has been her shield, and Valaena his heart. Bound by loss after their mother's passing, the siblings grow inseparable-his solemn strength balancing her bright spirit. She believes without question that her brother will always protect her. He believes without hesitation that she is worth protecting at any cost. But as they grow older beneath the banners of House Targaryen, the world begins to close in. The Iron Throne demands sacrifice. Alliances must be forged. Marriages must be arranged. And heirs cannot afford weakness-least of all affection that may be seen as such. In a realm ruled by fire and blood, where legacy is heavier than love, will the bond between the heir and the princess remain unbreakable? Or will the very crown Valarr is destined to wear demand a price too great for even a dragon's heart to bear? Valarr Targaryen x Princess Valaena Targaryen All characters belong to George R. R. Martin except for original elements created in this story.

It was no surprise to anyone that Viserys loved his baby sister Avalon. What was a surprise was how much Alicent found she liked Avalons company as well. 💕 "And I was crying on the staircase begging you please don't go." 🐉 All explicit and otherwise intimate relations are done by consenting fictional adults above 18. Avalon saga Half of my heart / viserys/ daemon The Heir / Viserys/ Daemon The story of us// Rhaenyra / Daemon ⚔️ Most characters belong to GRRM

Aelora Velaryon was charged with training the newest dragonriders. She wouldnt just train them, she would activate them Targaryen genes so her mother could rise to victory. 🐉 "When I do the damn thing just watch me." 🔥 most characters belong to grrm any mature content is between consenting fictional characters.

Aegon Targaryen, firstborn son of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia Martell, is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and grandson of the Mad King, Aerys II. Older brother to Rhaenys and Orys, and nephew to Viserys and Daenerys, Aegon is one of the last surviving scions of House Targaryen. Gifted with powers that drew the attention of his grandfather, Aegon stood apart from his siblings from childhood. Tragedy followed quickly after his birth. His grandmother, Queen Rhaella, perished in childbirth with Daenerys when Aegon was only two years old. Three years later, his mother, Elia, died giving birth to Orys when Aegon was six, and only four months later, Robert's Rebellion began and swept away what remained of his family's reign-Rhaegar slain at the Trident, King Aerys struck down in the Red Keep, and the Targaryen dynasty shattered. Orphaned and hunted, Aegon, his siblings, aunt, and uncle were forced into exile. They were sheltered and raised in Essos under Prince Lewyn Martell, Ser Willem Darry, and their kin of the cadet Brightflame line, descendants of Prince Daeron "the Drunken," and Prince Aerion "Aerion Brightflame" Targaryen, in Braavos. In the house with the red door, Aegon grew into leadership, often clashing with his volatile uncle Viserys while finding love and strength in his bond with Daenerys. At sixteen, he wed her, fulfilling an ancient Targaryen custom, and the two welcomed a son, Jaehaerys, in 293 AC. For thirteen years, Aegon lived in exile, the reluctant head of his fractured house, trying to hold together a family burdened with both prophecy and pride. Yet destiny does not allow dragons to sleep forever. When a Pentoshi magister named Illyrio Mopatis offers them sanctuary, the course of history begins to shift once more. The dragon prince who should have been king now faces the world that took his birthright. But will fire and blood restore the throne-or consume him first? Season 1: Ongoing Seasons 2-8: Not yet begun Book Started: 8/18/2025

Born in the same summer of 92 A.C, Alerya Tyrell of Highgarden and Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown were matched long before either understood the weight of duty. Their betrothal in 110 A.C was a political stitch meant to bind Tyrell neutrality to Hightower ambition, but their wedding in 112 A.C held a gentler truth: two young souls trying to carve a place for themselves in a realm already shifting beneath their feet. The court was still bright with tournaments, feasts, the illusion of peace. But Queen Aemma Arryn's death cracked that illusion, and the realm began its slow descent into faction and fire. Alicent Hightower's marriage to King Viserys brought the Greens into power; Rhaenyra's marriage to Laenor Velaryon strengthened the Blacks. Children were born on both sides, each one a new thread in the tapestry of conflict. Alerya found herself caught between loyalties. She was Gwayne's wife, yes, but she was also a Tyrell, and House Tyrell refused to choose a side. In Oldtown, neutrality was treated like treason. Ormund Hightower made no effort to hide his disdain, his cold glances reminding her daily that she was not truly one of them. Her presence was tolerated only because Gwayne loved her. Only Daeron Targaryen, her nephew by marriage, showed her warmth. He visited her chambers with books and questions, treating her as kin rather than a political inconvenience. His kindness was a small light in a household that had grown increasingly hostile. When the Dance of the Dragons erupted in 129 A.C, Gwayne rode to war beneath the green banners of his nephew, King Aegon II. Alerya watched him leave Oldtown's gates, her heart clenched tight. He kissed her once and promised he would return. She held onto that promise even as the realm burned. HOTD FANFIC! GWAYNE HIGHTOWER X FEM OC! (IM NOT TRYING TO ERASE HIS SEXUALITY! I HAD THE FIC PLANNED BEFORE WE KNEW HE WAS GAY AND I JUST WANT TO WRITE IT😭) Cover by me

Após ser devorada e morta a mando de seu próprio meio-irmão, Rhaenyra Targaryen se vê abrindo os olhos novamente. Os deuses não a puniram com a morte, mas também não lhe deram tudo o que queria nessa nova vida. Ela desperta em outra época, sessenta anos após sua morte, quando seu nome ainda é lembrado pela dor que trouxe a Westeros, mas não como rainha, e sim como princesa, longe da linha de sucessão e do poder. Dessa vez, porém, o poder tinha nome, família e história, e talvez pudesse ser alcançado sem uma guerra: Baelor Targaryen, o herdeiro perfeito do Trono de Ferro. Ao pôr os olhos em Baelor desde o primeiro suspiro, Rhaenyra viu uma tentadora chance de ter tudo o que um dia acreditou ser seu por direito, mas isso não seria fácil. Sob o olhar dos deuses, Rhaenyra tenta se encontrar em uma nova era, sem dragões, sem magia, em um reino marcado por rebeliões... caberá a ela decidir o que é mais importante: o amor ou o poder.

❝𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯-𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.❞ - ᴀᴇᴍᴍᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 ✶ 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘤

𖤓 ⋆˙ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 in the later years of the reign of daeron ii targaryen, princess elaena targaryen came of age beneath watchful eyes. the only child of prince aerys targaryen and lady aelinor penrose, she was paraded, praised, and nearly promised more times than she cared to count. yet amid the shifting designs of lords and councillors stood prince valarr targaryen, heir to a future even heavier than her own. what began as companionship endured through disappointment and delay, until, after many trials and thwarted designs, their betrothal was at last agreed, not merely for the good of the realm, but because both had chosen it. VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ALL RIGHTS TO HBO AND GRRM.