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Rhaenyra Targaryen, the fierce and determined Princess, walked the halls of the red keep with her head held high. Her adoptive daughter, Elaena Stark, followed her footsteps. Elaena herself grew up under the shadow of whispers, aware that many in the castle thought she did not belong. Yet, she held her head high, her spirit unbroken by the quiet judgments of those around her. She was a Stark by blood, a Targaryen by love, and she carried both legacies with pride. ____ This book contains the story of the OC Elaena Stark and her story about family, war, love and deadly the game of thrones. Love interest is Aemond Targaryen! (No shared blood between the two for anyone who does not want to ready unclexniece haha) (cc) All rights belong to George R.R. Martin except my OC and Storyline!

The winds of war howl across the realm, their icy breath whispering tales of betrayal and blood. Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight, has been cruelly cast from her rightful throne, her crown sullied by the treachery of the Hightowers of Oldtown. A usurper sits the Iron Throne, a pretender clad in green, while the true Queen's black banners rise in defiance. Across the Seven Kingdoms, dragons soar as messengers of vengeance, calling loyal houses to arms, their shadows darkening the lands below. Jacaerys Velaryon, eldest son of the Queen, stands on the precipice of manhood, his heart burdened with duty and fire. He knows his role well - a prince, a dragonrider, and a weapon forged for his mother's cause. Mounted upon Vermax, his emerald-scaled fury, Jacaerys is among the first to take wing. His destination: the North, where the cold bites deeper than the sharpest blade. To Winterfell he flies to snow-laden halls and Stark hospitality, seeking swords and oaths to bolster his Queen's claim. You have lived your life beneath the gray skies and towering walls of Winterfell. The North is in your blood - its frozen forests, its relentless winds, its unyielding ice. Here, amid the frigid stone and hearthfires, you have found a sanctuary of warmth and family, shared with your young sister and the half-brother who watches over you like a wolf to its pack. But when the dragon descends from the heavens, bearing fire and war upon its back, the North you know will not be the only thing to feel the pangs of war. You will never be the same. In which [Y/N] Stark is the younger half-sister to Cregan Stark. Story begins upon Jacaerys's visit to the Wall. Tried to keep physical descriptions vague (for all my lovely poc readers!) and as minimal use of [Y/N] as I could get away with... Cross-posted on Ao3 under the same name Reader X Jacaerys Velaryon, canon divergence, alternate ending (blacks win, jace survives)

Visenya Velaryon has lived the stereotypical sheltered life of a Princess for too long. After the incident at Driftmark, she's finally been made aware of just how unbeneficial her life in Kingslanding is, moving to Dragonstone is not enough, she needs a change so grand people will call her dramatic. She's the daughter of the future Queen and twin to the future King after her, she stands to inherit nothing, no titles, no land, nothing. If she has nothing to gain then she has nothing to loose. She moves to the North to live in Winterfell under the watchful eyes of the Starks, it is there she begins to find a newfound love for duty as Rhaenyra's daughter and pride in House Targaryen, in the North she builds a name for herself, and she strengthens the unity between the North and the other Kingdoms. Book One of 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖞

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." ***

Cregan Stark/Targaryen OC *not a self insert* Timelines have been changed so ages better match up. OC and Cregan Stark are of similar ages and any smut happens with characters that are adults 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 For the first time since fleeing Old Valyria, Daenys is named to honour the woman who saved the Targaryen lineage from extinction. Unfortunately, the curse of foresight follows the name directly to the child who inherited it. Dragon dreams are not clear. There is no book on the subject, no sign to look for. Many do not believe the dreamers have ever existed. Daenys is cursed with the burden of dreams depicting destruction and the fall of her family. She is cursed with callings that cannot be ignored, a pull stronger than she can resist. Mad. Wicked. Insane. Defective. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 The ways of Old Valyria were right to be destroyed in the Doom. Their blood magic and rituals are words Daenys will never repeat. But she will do what she must to preserve the legacy of her forefather no matter that it might leave her scarred, suffering, and alone. Until there is a man brave enough to stand by her side and embrace her as Daenys. Madness, dreams, blood magic, and all. Wolf and dragon. Ice and fire. Loyalty and sacrifice. 𝘜𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶

"𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝟷𝟶𝟷, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛. 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕. 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍... 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗... 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The firstborn daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Laena Velaryon screamed with the might of a true-blooded dragon the minute that she was born into this world. With the blood of the dragon and the salt of the sea coursing through her veins, she could be the hope the blacks - no, the dragons - need to survive the Dance. Can Daenys save House Targaryen just as her namesake did? Or will she meet her ends alongside the Dragons?

In a world torn between duty and desire, Valyssa Targaryen walks the razor's edge between two warring families- the daughter of a queen, the sister of a usurper, and the beloved of a prince. Bound by fire and blood, she must carve her own path through the Dance of the Dragons, where love is as dangerous as war and loyalty comes at a cost. As the skies darken with the wings of war, Valyssa will rise-or burn. House of the dragon:season 1 + 2 + ? Follows along with show and book plots Jacaerys x female OC

Aemyra Velaryon, the dark dreamer made of fire and blood. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the heir to the Iron Throne is sent to the North where all warmth is forgotten. She is sent with the mission to raise an army to rise up against the Greens and the Usurper King Aegon. While doing so she is getting to know the Wolf in the North, Lord Cregan Stark who she grows very fond of. All her life shes known fire, but she soon realizes not all dragons are made of fire, some are born from flames of ice. Together they will write the song of Ice & Fire. fem oc x cregan stark takes place during Dance of Dragons This fanfic is based on the show owned by HBO: House of The Dragon note: the images and gifs used in this book do not belong to me! i do not claim the images as my work i just use them as visuals for my story<3

{ DISCONTINUED FOR EDITING / REVAMP } NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A DAUGHTER'S GRIEF.. IT CAN ACCOMPLISH MANY GREATER THINGS.. IT CAN BEND KINGDOM'S FROM THE INSIDE... --- boun·ty /ˈboun(t)ē/ noun 1. a sum paid to encourage trade. "Calling him a bounty was her way of saying he was her's." --- ( OC x ? ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] { DISCONTINUED FOR EDITING / REVAMP } --- { STARTED & COMPLETED: OCTOBER 26, 2022 - ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of House of the Dragon ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. This WILL be based on the TV Show ( Sorry to all of my book fans out there! ). WARNING: ( Brief ) swearing, blood, ( slight ) loneliness, sassiness, stupidity and ( brief ) mentions of sexist beliefs.

Valyria Valaryon was the only girl among Rhaenyras children. She was the whole family's pride, a sweet, innocent, beautiful little girl with a gentle heart. Nothing could change her, she loved books, animals and her brothers. Nothing.... Right? Jacaerys on the other hand, was the eldest. He was the one to protect all his siblings, especially Valyria. He has always thought that she was the prettiest girl in the whole of the seven kingdoms. But as they grew, so too did the bond between them. What once was innocent began to shift, deepen, and darken in ways they couldn't name. She was no longer just his sister, and he was no longer just her brother. The magic of Old Valyria has been lost for centuries, the only remaining spark of it was dragons. But neither that had Valyria.