Jace/Female OC -NOT A SELF INSERT SMUT A bit of a Cregan Stark side story. He pleases BOTH of his dragons. That's all I'm gonna say about that. Precursory for new readers: this was written after season one of HOTD, I will not be changing anything when season 2 comes out. Also ages are not my strong suite and may be inconsistent but any smut happens when they're both of age Daemon swore a child could never grow in the venomous pit that was his bronze bitch in the Vale. It was the sense of humour of the Gods to give Rhea Royce a child the very image of her absent husband's own mother. An even further mockery of the Royce line was the carbon copy attitude Alyssa Targaryen was gifted from her father. "𝘈𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯; 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤." His little dragon, his child to a fault. And there were many. But Alyssa was ever her father's daughter. Eternally loyal to her family, breaker of law and tradition, and eager to cause as much upset in any capacity it is provided to her. She has tastes and desires that are satisfied no matter what the poor Septas have tried to tell her. Alyssa is Daemon Targaryens child. She will never turn her back on her family. She will defend Rhaenyra's honour as fiercely as if it was her own. Jacaerys Velaryon finds himself a fortunate ally to Alyssa Targaryen. His sense of duty and sacrifice do not go unnoticed by the fiery and impulsive daughter of the Rogue Prince. She has the fire to burn their enemies to the ground. He has the breeze to fan the flame brighter or the structure to keep the fire contented. *** "I fear for the men of the realm when she grows into a woman." Daemon shook his head. "I fear only for myself." ***

❝ king of my heart, body and soul. ❞ .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. ━━━━ ❮ IF YOU told jace that love came with a price, he would've laughed at you and shook his head. but when his eyes found eudora's once more, he'll have to second guess his laugh. ❏ jacaerys velaryon x oc ❏ romance . drama ❏ spoilers for house of the dragon ❮☾ #2 in jacevelaryon , 12/26/22 ❯ ❮☾ #14 in strong , 07/30/24 ❯ ❮☾ #9 in jacaerys , 08/13/24 ❯ ❮☾ #9 in jacevelaryon , 08/18/24 ❯ ❮☾ #1 in jacevelaryon , 08/22/24 ❯ ❮☾ #1 in velaryon , 09/04/24 ❯ ❮☾ #6 in jacaerys , 09/04/24 ❯ ❮☾ #5 in houseofthedragonfanfic , 09/05/24 ❯ ❮☾ #1 in rhaenyratargaryen , 03/26/25 ❯

When Eddard Stark discovers a forgotten infant locked away in the Red Keep, swaddled in silence and dragon dreams, he makes a choice that will haunt kings and save a child. Raised in the North under snow-soft skies, Bhaenyra Targaryen, bastard daughter of the Mad King and younger sister to Viserys and Daenerys, grows into a quiet, watchful girl who flinches at shouting and listens more than she speaks. Sensitive to noise, reserved to the point of vanishing, and burdened by prophetic dreams of fire and frost, Bhaenyra hides behind long braids of dark cherry-blonde hair and the steady walls of Winterfell. She is dragon-blooded, but not made for spectacle. Years later, fate binds her to Robb Stark, the Young Wolf whose roar shakes battlefields while her whispers bend destiny. Their marriage is not forged in passion alone, but in understanding. He is thunder restrained. She is fire banked low. Together, they walk the knife-edge between prophecy and war, where dragons dream beneath the snow and the North learns that not all flames burn loud. A dragon who dreams in whispers. A wolf who learns to listen. Winterfell will never be the same. 🐺🔥❄️

When the snows fall and the white winds blow; the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. Aris Stark, eldest daughter of Eddard and Catelyn Stark is thrown out into the world. Forced to survive a long way from home in a foreign land. Forced to play the Game of Thrones. A free wolf and a bastard stag. Both stowaways and not like the other. Minds sharp as her arrows and and wills strong as his hammer. He has nothing and she loses everything. Her family and her home, but leave one wolf alive and the sheep are never safe, for Winter Is Our Fury... and Winter is Here.

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

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

She was not the heir. She was not the warrior. She was not the dreamer. They call her the Rose of the Realm🌹 Jessaena Targaryen is the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, but unlike her brothers and sister, she was born with hair of the coloring of both her parents. Auburn streaked with silver at the ends... an extraordinary combination that had never been seen, spoken of, or dreamed of in the history of House Targaryen. She became her mother's pride as soon as she was born and from the moment kingdom saw her, whispers spread through the court: this child, they said, was a living testament to a unity the realm had never known. But the truth is... the court is no place for unity... nor love. In a world that is getting closer and closer to war, trust becomes fragile and danger is always near. Jessaena will learn that blood may bind... but it can also destroy. This is the story of Jessaena Targaryen. This is Blood of the Queen. 🏆 #1 in Aemond Targaryen (18/11/25) 🏆#1 in Team Green (19/11/25)

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born too late to inherit and too early to be spared. The youngest child of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent grows up in the shadow of crowns and blades, learning that power is not given, it is taken, kept, and defended at any cost. targaryenoc x aemondtargaryen targaryenoc x aegoniitargaryen taragryenoc x femoc (time wise show accurate) I don't own any of the characters except for my ocs !! (Daeron is replaced by Aemara. Instead of living in Oldtown, she grew up in Kingslanding.)

Beneath the shadows of fire and steel, Old secrets stir wounds yet to heal. A crown once lost, a path unclear, Blood will flow, and fate draws near. Echoes whisper of swords unsheathed, Of fallen kings and vengeance breathed. The dragon's roar, a haunting call, Kingdoms rise, and kingdoms fall. Where loyalty and treason meet, The bitter taste of dust and defeat. A dance of death, a lover's lie, When honor fades, who dares to die? DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS AND CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R. MARTIN AND MAX. BTW this is my first fanfic + English is not my first, second, or third language.

Nelaehrys Velaryon, Rhaenyra's firstborn daughter, was a child of fever and fire-her mind haunted by dragon dreams that left her drifting between brilliance and madness. Called the Broken Flame by courtiers, she found solace only with her shadow-scaled dragon, Firefang, whose strange, feline cunning mirrored her own fragile soul. Tired of her daughter's wildness, Rhaenyra sought to marry Nelaehrys off quickly, to rid herself of the burden she could not control. Yet fate had other plans. In the cold North, Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, felt the pull of a bond older than crowns and thrones. Soulmates, tied by ice and fire, wolf and dragon, sanity and chaos. Their love would be both salvation and destruction-reshaping the Dance of the Dragons, as snow embraced flame.🔥❄️ In fever and frost, in shadow and flame, two souls bound by fate will set the world ablaze.🐺🐉💔