The Dance of the Dragons claimed countless lives, but none more devastating than that of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the beloved heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Unwilling to accept her son's death, Rhaenyra turns to an enigmatic Red Priestess who offers her a miracle at a terrible price. Jacaerys is not truly returned to life. Instead, he is placed into an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone, where ancient fire magic preserves him exactly as he was on the day he "died": sixteen years old, forever suspended between life and death. One hundred and seventy years later, the Last Dragon comes home. When Daenerys Targaryen returns to Dragonstone with her three dragons, long-forgotten magic begins to stir within the mountain. Hidden beneath the castle lies a secret lost to history; a sleeping prince, a broken prophecy, and a promise made by a grieving mother that has endured through the fall of kingdoms. Some legends are never meant to die. Some princes are only waiting to be awakened. **This story is completely inspired by the incredible edit made by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Full credit of the idea goes to them, I just wanted to bring the story to life!!** ENJOY! :)

She was raised by wolves, and he by dragons. Their marriage was never meant to be a love story. Bound together for the good of the realm, Lady Elaenora Stark and Prince Aerion Targaryen begin their lives as strangers. But within the radiant courts of King's Landing, where politics are as deadly as poison and tongues are sharper than steel, duty demands solidarity between the wolf and the dragon. Yet kingdoms are forged by more than blood and crowns, and the greatest battles are fought with more than swords and bravery. #1 ValarrTargaryen (25/08/2026) #1 Aerion (27/08/2026) #1 AerionBrightflame (01/09/2026)

[ ᴀᴜ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ] Naerys Targaryen is the first and only child born of the ill-fated union between Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, and Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone. In order to safeguard his eldest son, Baelon, a boy of frail health, from the power-driven ambitions of House Hightower, King Viserys I decrees that his second-born, Aegon, shall wed his cousin Naerys. His design is thus: to send the boy to the Vale, to grant him a castle and lands befitting his name, to honor his bloodline-yet, at the same time, to ensure that no harm may befall his heir in some scheme to place one of Queen Alicent's sons upon the throne.

Aelena never chose him. Bound by duty to Baelor Targaryen, a man older, distant, and already tied to a life before her, she enters a marriage neither of them truly wanted. But in the quiet moments between obligation and expectation, something unexpected begins to grow something as dangerous as it is undeniable..

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)

Laerra Snow, "The Great Bastard of the North", never imagined her life would be shaped by the Targaryen flames. But when she is thrust into a marriage with Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, the crown prince of Westeros, everything changes. Bound by love and loyalty, Laerra must navigate the dangerous politics and her uncertain place in the world. In a kingdom built on power, dragons, and deceit, Laerra must fight for the one thing she desires most-Jacaerys' heart. Can love survive in the heart of the storm?

History remembered its villains more faithfully than its victims, and Rhaenyra Targaryen became both. She was meant to die in dragonfire and her name was reduced to ash and warning. Instead, she awakened in a future that called her nothing more than the Pretender. At the Ashford Tourney, she moved unseen among the descendants of her house and watched the lives built upon the ruins she left behind. There, she met Baelor Breakspear, a prince shaped by duty and bound to the history that destroyed her. He knew the stories written about her but not the truth of the woman before him. Least of all when she struck his nephew and almost fractured his father's fragile peace. When violence shattered the fragile peace, their paths intertwined and neither could step away. How could a prince rule a peaceful realm while being haunted by a queen he could not claim to know? And when duty demanded distance, why did he hesitate?

"You refuse to relieve me by your death. You will grow to be old, withered and grey just to spite me." (a knight of the seven kingdoms au)

As alliances fracture and Lucerys Velaryon's claim is called into question, Rhaenyra Targaryen prepares for the inevitable: a war that will decide the fate of the Iron Throne. But while others wait for the first strike, she looks south-to Dorne, the one kingdom no dragon has ever subdued. Visenya Targaryen, daughter of Daemon Targaryen, was sent away as a child and quietly erased from court. In Dorne, however, she was loved by its people, trusted among its courts, she has grown into something far removed from the traditions of her house. Calm, observant, and dangerously charming, Visenya does not demand attention, she commands it. When Daemon is sent to secure Dorne's allegiance, he goes for his daughter. To bring her back into a family that barely remembers her, and to persuade her to stand with them when war finally comes. Only Jacaerys Velaryon refuses to be taken in. Where she is effortless, he is bound by duty. Where she is admired, he is expected to be perfect. He challenges her, questions her, resents the ease with which she moves through a world that weighs heavily on

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵. Visenya Velaryon Targaryen was never meant to be a pawn on a chessboard. As Rhaenyra's heir and the hidden daughter of Daemon, she arrives at King's Landing wearing a courtier's mask, carrying a concealed blade, and fueled by a single certainty : she will never be possessed. Aegon Targaryen was never what they expected him to be. Too reckless, too free, and far too irreverent for a king's son. He has been drowning in wine and irony for so long that he's forgotten there was ever another way to live. A marriage unites them. Politics demands it. But between them, something burns that has nothing to do with the Valyrian vows spoken before the flames. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥. Within the corridors of the Red Keep, amidst masks and blades, between hatred and desire, two heirs of fire will discover that the most dangerous enemy is sometimes the one you realize you want to keep. ✦ Enemies and Lovers ✦ Forced Marriage ✦ Dark Romance ✦ Slow Burn ✦ House of the Dragon Fanfiction ✦ Mature Content (18+)