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This a series of some of my favorite one shots I've written on my Tumblr. I mainly write Aegon and Aemond one shots but there's a sprinkle of other characters. (Ongoing as I write more one shots)

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?

Hello!! This is a book of one shots or probably mini series for Aemond Targaryen they'll mostly be x reader!

After the long and bitter war, the kingdom lay in ruin, families torn apart, children lost, and grief etched into every village. With the passing of the late King Damien Branwyn, his son Alan took the crown, guiding his wife and six children into a fragile new era of peace. Amid the wreckage of that time, a boy was found adrift at sea, his eye already lost to violence. A humble family took him in and raised him as their own, until fate left him to walk his own path. Drawn by loyalty and steel, he found his place among the royal household, rising to serve as a devoted knight.

To the realm she is a Targaryen by name, but in her blood she is entirely Hightower. Born with her mother's ginger hair rather than the silver of Old Valyria, Vaera Targaryen was raised for one purpose: to despise the Blacks and to be an ally to her brothers against the looming threat of the Blacks. While Vaera finds solace in the skies with her dragon, Swiftwing, her twin brother Aemond grows hardened and bitter. However, enraptured by her kindness and solidarity during his darkest childhood years, Aemond develops a fierce and possessive infatuation with his twin, demanding a marriage that King Viserys ultimately grants. For Vaera, the union is a duty of blood not of heart, she loves Aemond as a brother, but she cannot return his consuming passion. Instead, she pours all her devotion into their beautiful baby boy, Vaerros. In her son's eyes, Vaera finally finds the comfort and unconditional love denied to her in a court drowning in political venom. But peace in Westeros is a fragile illusion. When the King dies and Queen Alicent crowns Aegon, the realm fractures, and the Dance of the Dragons begins. Frightened by the monstrous beasts of war, Vaera vows to keep herself and her son safe from the flames. But when tragedy strikes and her beloved son is stolen from her, the gentle princess is consumed by grief. Driven by blinding rage and armed with a sudden and ruthless cunning, Vaera steps into the crossfire, no longer afraid of the dragons and ready to dismantle Rhaenyra's faction piece by piece.

𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧: 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧-𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐬 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡. 𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.

After the fall of her rebellious kingdom, eighteen-year-old Princess Elinora of House Varyen finds herself a prisoner in the Red Keep-dressed in silk, but surrounded by shadows. Her father is dead, her crown shattered, and her younger sister is the only family she has left. Prince Daemon Targaryen, the man who led the charge against her house, spared her life-but not out of mercy. Caught in a web of power, seduction, and dangerous games, Elinora must decide whether to bend, break, or rise from the ashes with fire of her own. A story of velvet cages, whispered rebellion, and a love that could ruin them both. ------------------------------------- This fanfiction mainly takes place in season 1 of the series. I haven't been writing for quite some time and english isn't my first language, so please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes :)

They never knew the late queen's last wish, a second born sent and kept in secrecy in pentos. It was a wise decision, it was a gamble, but the second born knows how to play her part. To be loved by everyone and be the headache of potential threats, a kiss to the flower until they suffocate. But there are obstacles, it will be difficult and yet she is full of wonders. Will she be able to bridge the house? Or be stuck in between and be her own color. Mellarhys Targeryan the second born, Mellarhys the bright, the 'Apricity' of pentos, the king's pride and pain, the realm's 'mavourneen'. RANKS: 8# houseofdragon 6#hotdfanfiction 45#hotd 247#fictionalcharacters

"There are things beneath the skin of the world that do not breathe, but hunger. They move in silence, cloaked in myth, hidden in the folds of time and shadow. Their names have been lost, buried beneath war and fire, their worship long forbidden. But they endure. In forgotten places-beneath mountains, beyond the reach of moonlight-a cult thrives in secret, ancient as the first spilling of blood. They are not men, nor wholly beast, but something colder, older, something that drinks from the living to remember what it means to feel alive. Most believe such creatures belong to stories, whispered to frighten children. But stories have roots. And when the world is distracted by dragons and thrones, the dead find space to rise." • The Dance of the Dragons had come to an end, with the greens victory. And whilst one holds a secret, it seems the fight is not yet over. "Leave one dragon alive, and the fire never dies." • ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN & HBO STUDIO

₊˚ ꒰ 𖦹﹕OC FANFICTION ꒱ ˚₊ HIATUS! ❝That's the moment you realize that something's really not right. The moment you walk into your mother's chamber and see the blood dripping down the white virgin sheets. When your ears whistle as one of the Kingsguard picks you up and carry you away.❞ ⚠WARNING⚠ THIS FANFICTION IS NON-CANON COMPLIANT/FOR PLOT PURPOSES, I AGED UP SOME CHARACTERS