Forever in my dreams
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starting In the year of 205 AC a young girl from one of house of the blood of old Valyria finds herself navigating a new story. Daenys of house Celtigar has found herself in kings landing and SummerHall navigating new allies or enemies.
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The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.
eng_𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑟 𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛_𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗎
Valarr Targaryen x fem!OC Maliya Vier [modern AU] ⤷When even without dragons, the Targaryens wielded enormous power. Valarr Targaryen is known as a prince even though he does not wear a crown, and Maliya is not interested in school life at all, having enough of her own worries to deal with. They both thought they could manage on their own and did not let anyone into their lives until they met each other. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔?" "𝑵𝒐. [...] 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏. " ✴︎ In a world where the Targaryens, even without dragons, Valyrian blood, or the right to rule the Seven Kingdoms, were able to stand out from the crowd. They were different, which made some admire them and others fear them terribly. They attracted the attention of many people, but there were also those who preferred to stay on the sidelines and just watch. Not out of fear or jealousy, but out of disgust. Cause, how could they understand the nature of weak and hard-working people whose life they could destroy with a single word? The Targaryens had everything from the moment they were born and did not know what it was like to earn something; they were assured of a rich future thanks to their ancestors. However, even those who were higher up, rich, and sleeping in silk were under pressure, because some wanted to be better than their ancestors; they didn't want to disappoint others' expectations. They didn't want to disappoint themselves. studentxstudent
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁, 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘯
❛ she knew what she wanted, she knew how she wanted it, and so she took it. not violently, but quietly, calmly. ❜ [AKOTSK] [LYONEL BARATHEON/OC]
MAY YOU NEVER FORGET ME
"If you leave, I'll kill you But oh dear, I fear You'll kill me first That is love This is love Look for no other than I"
Ashes Beneath the Veil ~ Valarr Targaryen
Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.Concluida
HOUSE OF LIES. fire and blood.
"come daena, sit with me," said the woman, taking her place at a bright wooden table while undoing her intricate hairstyle, letting the copper hair rest on her shoulders. "but the day is beautiful and the wind is favorable! qēlos will surely enjoy flying!" she answered, silently trying to move towards the door. "the sun will be out for many more hours and I'm sure your dragon will be in the mood to fly even later," she said calmly. "all right alaena! but know that I will never understand your obsession with this game!" she said almost capriciously, sitting heavily in the chair opposite her sister. "your eyes deceive you, dear daena, this is not a game, this is war, our war," she said calmly advancing a green pawn. [ fem!oc x gwayne h. fem!oc x many pairings ] house of the dragon. fire and blood. fanfic ocs & canon characters all rights reserved Ⓒ︎
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𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐒 𝄖 valarr targaryen
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The blood of the wolf, though quiet, was loyal, courageous, and most importantly honourable. Lyarra Stark, however, had grown away from the protective walls of Winterfell. Residing with her mother's family in the warm confines of Ashford Hall left Lyarra feeling disconnected from her heritage; a wolf with no bite. When a tourney for her cousin's thirteenth nameday brings half the realm to her doorstep, Lyarra wants to run. Her anxious disposition leaves her feeling dread at the mere thought of thousands of strangers walking the halls of her home. Yet when green eyes meet the captivating blue and brown eyes of Valarr Targaryen, Lyarra feels her bite come back. When faced with the blood of the dragon, Lyarra cannot help but balance fire with ice.
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