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+)

~I think of how the mystics read by the light of their own bodies. What a world of darkness that must have been to read by the flaming hearts that turn into heaps of ash on the altar, how everything, in the end, is made equal by the wind.~ Daenys Velaryon lives only for others, yet within her heart, she harbours a whisper of selfish desire. She has dedicated her life to her brothers, becoming their staunch advocate, their steadfast defender, their eldest sister, entwined with their destinies. What purpose, she wonders, could she have if not in their service? Yet, in the quiet moments, when shadows soften the world, she dreams of a life unfettered, free from the heavy chains of duty and sacrifice. She does not covet the Iron Throne, nor does she wish to spill her blood for its cold, unyielding promise. However, to forsake her responsibilities and thrust them upon her brothers would make them a target of the realm's violence, defying the very essence of her being. For Daenys is nothing if not their protector, the guardian of their fate, even as she longs for a destiny of her own. **Prequel to An Eye for an Eye **Book 1/2 Rankings - #1 in houseofthedragon (2/7/2024) - #1 in aemondtargaryen (19/6/2024) - #1 in aemond (29/6/2024)

When Hogwarts opens its gates for the legendary Triwizard Tournament, it doesn't just invite champions; it invites dragons. At the behest of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen agrees to lend her most fearsome assets to the cause. But her price is steep: the children of Dragonstone will attend Hogwarts in place of their old schooling, and one of them will be chosen to compete in the deadly tournament. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon is no stranger to pressure. But nothing could prepare him for the enchanted halls of Hogwarts, where his enemies wear school robes instead of crowns. ⚠️ COVER BY @andr-meda ⚠️ Jace Velaryon x Hermione Granger Harry Potter x House of the Dragon AU Current word count: 79,000+ Started 05.20.25 Finished xx.xx.xx #1 in jacaerysvelaryon #2 in hermionegranger

Daenerys Targaryen dies in Jon Snow's arms-but wakes again on her flagship, sailing toward the conquest she never finished. A fog rolls in. A new Dragonstone appears. And a world of long-dead Targaryens stares at her across the water. Rhaenyra sees a conqueror. Daemon sees a threat. The dragons see...something older. Daenerys carries her scar, her memories, and the fire that refused to let her go. And the Dance of the Dragons will never be the same again. Daenerys x male oc