Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

𓅆 ⋆˚࿔ 𓅆 They called her the 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊-beautiful, beloved, and far too cherished by her father to be treated as a mere pawn. Lady 𝐋𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐧, eldest daughter of Lord Donnel 𝕬𝖗𝖗𝖞𝖓 and Lady Kyra 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐, was meant to wed Lord Oscar Tully. But fate had other plans, and death stole her betrothed before they could say their vows. A year later, the realm is stunned when she is promised to Prince Baelor Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne. A political match. A future queen. A prince she was never meant to love. Yet in a kingdom where alliances are forged with blood and broken with fire, Lysierra may discover that destiny has always had plans of its own. Perhaps the gods took away one future because they had written her a greater one. 𓅆 Lysierra drew herself up. "Yes, my father is your loyal subject, Your Grace. But I am still my mother's daughter." A flicker crossed Queen Myriah's face. Lady Kyra smiled openly now. "I am a Stark woman." "If Prince Baelor does not desire me, then I will not allow myself to be tossed around like a rag doll from one arrangement to another." Lord Donnel closed his eyes. "Lysierra..." "And if I ever feel that is what this marriage becomes," she continued, her voice unwavering, "then I shall return to the Vale that very instant." Prince Maekar barked a short laugh. Queen Myriah hid a smile behind her cup. Lysierra met the king's gaze directly. "I may not be a princess, Your Grace, and my father may not be a king like you. But in the Vale, I am treated like one." Silence followed. Lord Donnel looked as though he wished the floor would swallow him. Then, unexpectedly, King Daeron laughed. A warm, surprised laugh. "My lady," he said, "you sound very much like your mother." Lady Kyra raised her goblet.

"I'm guessing you're here to try and recruit me? Again?" I ask him patiently. I believe this is the fifth-time Nick Fury has come calling. Each and every time I have turned him down, but eventually he comes back and proposes the same thing. "No, I'm here to see if you'd like some girl scout cookies. The Samoa's are selling really well this year." Nick sasses while giving me his signature glare. I smirk. He's a sarcastic jerk, but he is funny. "Oh, well in that case..." I start and trail off, knowing it'll make him even more frustrated. He huffs and my smirk grows. "Why do you want me so bad?" I ask, honestly wanting to know. I watch Nick as he sighs deeply and clasps his hands in front of him. "Your skill set is equal to the best that we have. You would be an invaluable part of the team." He explains, but he knows that isn't what I mean. We stare at each other for a moment before he sighs again. "Your history only makes you more of an impressive subject." He continues and I groan. "The point is that you would help put an end to what happened to you, on a global scale." He says. "Think about it, Shifter." Nick drops a folder on the concrete and starts to walk back to the exit of the roof. I flip through the folder lazily, barely skimming the papers, but I know all of the names already. Once I've gone through most of it I stop and toss it in the dust behind me. Reading it was useless. I wasn't made to be any sort of hero. I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND THE SITUATIONS I CREATE.

Two broken souls. One similar past. A dangerous line to cross between hatred and love. #1 in Winter Soldier (4/28/2025), (04/03/2026) #1 in Bucky (5/28/2025) #1 in Barnes (07/23/2025) #1 in Bucky Smut (07/26/2025) #1 in James Barnes (08/17/2025) #1 in James Buchanan Barnes (02/06/2026) #2 in Barnes (07/22/2025), (04/03/2026) #2 in Bucky Smut (08/06/2025) #2 in James Buchanan Barnes (01/26/2026) #3 in James Buchanan Barnes (5/28/2025) #2 in Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (04/03/2026) #3 in Barnes (07/21/2025) #3 in Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (10/12/2025) #3 in Bucky Barnes Smut (04/03/2026) #6 in Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (08/03/2025) #7 in James Buchanan Barnes (5/26/2025) #8 in Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (6/29/2025) #8 in Bucky Smut (07/24/2025) #8 in Sebastian Stan (04/03/2026)

ooo. ▋ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 ..! ( house of the dragon ) ↳ ━ IN WHICH , Alyssa II Velaryon, the only silver haired child of Rhaenyra Targaryen & Laenor Velaryon, discovers who exactly she is, and what her purpose in the world is all whilst fighting a war. season one - season two jacaerys velaryon x fem!oc cover by ultrxholland ultrxholland

He came with fire. She only wanted to survive. Grace had learned to live quietly in the shadows of King's Landing - tending to her brother and keeping her head down. Until the day Prince Aemond Targaryen knocked on her door with lemon cakes in one hand and a warning in his eye. He said it was kindness. He said he was just checking on the sick. But he kept coming back. As war brews and dragons stir, Grace finds herself pulled into a world of silk lies and steel truths. Aemond is no longer the soft-spoken boy who once brought her medicine. He's colder. Sharper. But his eyes still burn only for her. And when love becomes a liability in a game ruled by fire and blood - the question isn't will they survive, but what will they sacrifice to protect each other? They say dragons do not weep. But those who love them do. "I should have let you go the day I knew I'd never be able to. But I was selfish. I held you like a secret - and secrets burn." - Aemond Targaryen, unsent letter

[Female reader insert] As a princess of Scythe, a small nation on the mainland of Essos and across the Narrow Sea from Westeros, the threat to your life is a very real possibility. One night, an assassination attempt on your life takes a turn when you find yourself crossing swords with Prince Aemond Targaryen and life only gets more interesting from there. Enemies to lovers. This is an inclusive reader for all races - no mentions of skin colour and no blushing, hair, height (only that they are shorter than Aemond who is quite tall). Also on my AO3: LostInAStory Warnings: there are dark!themes and slight dubious consent, violence, death and lots of kinky smut. 18+ only.

Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth. Aemond Targaryen X Targaryen-Royce Reader I do not own hotd or it's characters.

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..

❝ YOUR TOUCH IS LIKE VELVET SIN . . . ❞ ─ ⟡𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍✦ᯓ ✦BAELOR X READER X MAEKAR