𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 - ᵃ ʲᵃᶜᵃᵉʳʸᶜ ᵛᵉˡᵃʳʸᵒⁿ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ Raised together on Dragonstone, Aenara Targaryen, and Prince Jacaerys Velaryon had always been inseparable. As the children grew older, friendship slowly gave way to feelings neither of them knew how to confess. But while Jace struggled beneath the weight of his name and the whispers surrounding his birth, Aenara never saw a bastard-only the boy she had always loved. 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐂 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 © 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿𝙎𝙏𝙓𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀 𝘽𝙔 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿𝙎𝙏𝙓𝙍

Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.

To save a realm and the princes within it. Irina was never meant to live the story until Westeros took her. Reborn into a place she was never meant to exist and with a name that replaces another. Armed with her knowledge and a book that rewrites itself with every choice she makes, she realizes she has been given a purpose: to change the fate of a kingdom written in tragedy. To stop Baelor Breakspear's death. Prince Valarr, golden and composed, who looks at her as though she belongs beside him. And another, Prince Aerion, who remembers the moment she dared to touch him. Irina was brought to Westeros to fix a story. And the more events she changed, the less the world follows what she knows.

''𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦, 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘢𝘪𝘯.'⁠'⁠ Lady Baratheon's plans to enjoy the Ashford Meadow tournament are ruined when she catches the attention of not one but two Targaryen princes. A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS VALARR TARGARYEN X BARATHEON!OC SIDE AERION TARGARYEN X BARATHEON!OC cross posted on tumblr and ao3 © sehaedazokla 2026 - do not repost, edit, or translate on other sites

────────────────── .˚ᵎ┊ belladonna ⋆.ೃ࿔:･❝ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑. ❞ - 𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑏𝑒𝑡𝘩 「 in which the bewitching, untameable, controversial velaryon princess captures the hearts of a few princes, creating further divide in the house of targaryens. 」 ·˚✎ ﹏ 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 #1 in #daerontargaryen #2 in #jacaerystargaryen #1 in #aegontargaryen #2 in #aemondtargaryen HOUSE OF THE DRAGON FANFIC VARIOUS TARGARYEN/VELARYON x VELARYON FEM!OC STARTED : 18 . 10 . 2022 PUBLISHED : 17 . 02 . 2024 , 08 . 02. 2026 @𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗂-

The story is about two Targaryen girls who were able to change the fate of the inhabitants of Westeros, break centuries-old traditions and improve the fate of all. Love and hate will clash with each other

Born of dragon fire and Northern snow, Prince Baelon Targaryen has never truly belonged to either world. The son of Prince Daeron Targaryen and a lady Lyanna of House Stark, Baelon inherited his mothers' dark hair, grey eyes, and unwavering sense of honor. Raised far from the intrigues of Kings Landing, he grows up in the shadow of tragedy, losing both ius beloved sister and mother before reaching manhood. their deaths leave him with little faith in courtly games and even less desire for power. But when his family returns to the capital, Baelon finds a realm on the brink of division. King Viserys' chosen heir, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen faces growing opposition from lords who believes the iron throne should never pass to a woman. Seeing the storm gathering around her, Baelon makes a choice that will alter the face of the Seven kingdoms: He asks for her hand in marriage. What begins as a mere political alliance soon becomes something far more complicated. As rival factions rise, dragons take to the skies, and whispers of war spread through the Red Keep, Baelon must navigate a court where loyalty is bought, secrets are deadly, and every friendship carries a price. Torn between honor of the world and blood of the Dragon, Baelon finds himself at the center of a struggle that could either save House Targaryen or destroy it forever. In a world where ambition fuels kingdoms and blood decide destines, one prince must decide what he is willing to sacrifice for family, duty, and the woman destined to rule. An epic House of the dragon fanfiction tale of love, loss, loyalty, and the fight for the crown.

Lyra Stark knew that one day she would be forced to marry. In order to stop a war from brewing, Lyra must leave Winterfell for King's Landing and marry Prince Jacaerys Valaryon. The only problem? He hates her. ________________________________________________________________________________ Suddenly, Jacaerys grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. In a moment, Every single part of their bodies was joined together. Lyra could feel his breath on her face - the beat of his heart. "Jacaerys?" She asked, refusing to look at his dark eyes that stared down at her. Already her face had turned a vibrant shade of crimson that she couldn't hide. "What have you done to me?" He asked, and then he kissed her. _______________________________________________________________________________ Jacaerys x OC Word Count 95,000

Ara Targaryen would have been labeled a bastard if it wasnt for her twin brother Daeron. Eyes as green as the forest and hair dark like her mothers. Of course she would fall for her mothers arch rivals son. Jace. ? "I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever." ? All explicit and otherwise intimate relations are done by consenting fictional adults above 18. Most characters belong to GRRM (Slight Winx saga crossover) #1 in Jacaerysvelaryon on 12/11/22 #1 in Jacaerystargarygen on 12/9/22

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]