Enemies to Lovers. 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗜 𝗔𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 (fem!oc x Aemond Targaryen I Aegon Targaryen) 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗔𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗮 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗲𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿. Aurora Targaryen went down in Hightower history as the bastard who betrayed it's own kin. Her name was a blemish on her family line, and forever proof that even Alicent Hightower was not flawless. "You are my Aurora." "I am no one's Aurora." HOT FANFICTION I 18+ I 21+ I Aemond Targaryen x OC I Aegon Targaryen x OC

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

Born at the height of Targaryen power without any power to his name, Aenys Targaryen was the Third son of Baelon Targaryen, brother to Viserys and Daemon. A student reborn with only vague memories of the tragedy that lay ahead, will he be able to change fate or will the retaliation by the gods leave the world in an even more horrid state.

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?

Like her mother, Princess Visenya Velaryon had grown closer with her uncle Aemond. The two children would often sneak away from their duties to play with the wooden swords Aemond had stolen for the Princess, or lay outside of the dragon pit watching as the creators of their house flew around, or sometimes they would sit in the gardens with the rest of the new generation of Velaryon and Targyern, sitting next to each other and often the of two children would lay their head on the others shoulder and drift to sleep grasping onto each other's hand. But as they grew up, the feelings they had for each other grew into something more, Aemond growing protective over Visenya and glaring at any lord or prince that would come her way at balls wanting a dance, wanting nothing more for his mother and father to agree to the Princess Rhaenyra proposal of marriage between the two. When the two were ripped apart from each other after a mishap about a claiming of a dragon and the loss of an eye, the two of them thought the other would forget about them. They would not be there to keep each other safe, and the fire they had burning within them would slowly be snuffed out. Spanish cover - Arriba_Pecadoras Aemond Targaryen x OC GenZ240 on A03 and Tumblr The characters from G.R.R Martins's Fire and Blood belong to him, and the characters from the tv show House of the dragons belong to HBO. Original characters and ideas belong to me and no one has the rights to use my characters, ideas, or dialogue.

Amyra is a witch living between Flea Bottom and the Street of Silk. She is, among other things, a healer, a soldier, an excellent dancer, an even better lover, and, through an unlikely turn of events, a recent employee of one Queen Alicent Hightower. Many might call Amyra "impulsive," but those who know her know she always has a plan, and she always exploits an opportunity. Prince Aemond Targaryen is no different. OR The Dance of Dragons if Aemond loved something other than revenge.

As a child, you would wait and watch from far away But you always knew that you'd be the one That work while they all play In youth, you'd lay awake at night and scheme Of all the things that you would change But it was just a dream Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town From dust Will come When you will have to rise Above the best and prove yourself Your spirit never dies Farewell, I've gone to take my throne above But don't weep for me 'Cause this will be the labor of my love Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town From dust Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town Here we are, don't turn away now (don't turn away) We are the warriors that built this town From dust

☯︎⚣︎ 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙 *ೃ༄ ˏˋ ʳᵉⁿ ᶻʰᵃ ᶠᵃⁿᵖᵃⁱ ᶻⁱʲⁱᵘ ᶻⁱᵗᵒⁿᵍ⠀⠀♡⠀⠀ᵐᵃˡᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ˊˎ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ WHEN A YOUNG MAN FROM MODERN TIMES SUDDENLY DIES OF AN UNTIMELY DEATH, he awakes to the sight of a scene that looks as if it's been taken right out of a historical drama! why, he's been reincarnated as the scum villain of the crap novel he literally died from reading. now, he's been tasked by a mysterious talking holographic screen to fix the crap story, act out his role as the scum villain, and survive the protagonist's wrath in the ending... all while maintaining a good relationship between himself, the protagonist, and his beloved head disciple. july 05 2021 season 1 completed ! @chillebby ˡᵒʷᵉʳ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ

y/n kogashiwa a 'quiet school girl' gets wrapped up in some boys shenanigans this is a Initial DxReader fanfic.

[complete] Komori, who was once a model who died from drowning, reincarnated into a villain from a novel he had read, he only has one wish, he want to have the slacker life he wants but why do the male leads who should be with the fl is clinging with him!? male lead 1: my darling come here if you are sleepy, I will be happy to hug you until you fall asleep male lead 2: i love you! we will always be together! I will never leave you! male lead 3: don't look at them, they're not good for you to see with your beautiful eyes my love what next? read on to find out