Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

Before a blood-soaked tourney and the shattering of a family. AKOTSK Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen X Fem!OC

if i knew it all then, would i do it again? - a story in which the bastard daughter of the heir to the Iron Throne with no ambition or lust for power won the heart of a man who could never stop wanting, even when the price was far too high | crossposted on ao3 | | all rights belong to George RR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros, save for my OC, Shaera Velaryon | cover by @bluecoffeebeanz on tumblr, support the artist pls! they did this as a new years gift and I've finally put it here :,) Do NOT use the art here for your aemond and oc, this is shaera and aemond made for green lies black hearts best rankings - #1 Aegon Targaryen (somehow) - 10/9/24 #1 Religious Guilt - Ongoing #1 Alicent Hightower - 05/19/25 #1 Lucerys Velaryon - 12/22/2025 #2 Aemond - 02/06/26 #2 Fire And Blood - 12/18/24 #2 Game of Thrones - 04/13/25 #26 Tragedy - 06/28/25

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

𝙄 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝙄𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘿𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 ! ━━━━━━ ↳ status ━ ongoing [ AKOTSK 𝗫 Aerion Targaryen X oc ] ━ [ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞... 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞r"] ✦˚₊ ‧ ━━━━━━ IN WHICH A YOUNG MARTELL OF TARGARYEN BLOOD, Naerys, finds herself ensnared in ancestral guilt. Raised under the shadow of her family's turbulent legacy, she believes her life's purpose is to save her mother, a living penance for the sins etched into her bloodline. As she navigates treacherous court intrigues, a tempest of inner conflict, forbidden bonds, and a desperate fight to reclaim her own narrative amidst the roaring storm of her lineage.. FULL SUMMARY INSIDE ] - If you think this has a happy ending, you clearly haven't been paying attention

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ ❝ 𝗜 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗜𝗧❞ ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟ 𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇! in amouras world, falling for the perfect boy was a rule─ breaking it was scandal. but when a dangerous, chaotic boy crashes into her life, he wont leave. a boy who makes her sick with every smile, who leaves her unease crawling under her skin. doesnt ask for her love─ rips it from her. and by the time she realizes, its already too late.