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Here’s the link to the chapter 27.

This fic is from AKOTSK and the main pairing is Aerion and Daeron Targaryen with their sister, who is an OC.

“Just tell me.” He only shook his head. “It is the same as always, and you always say it is not true and that I am being dramatic for no reason.” “I do not think I have ever said that. I said what you see... what you dream of... could be a symbol. It does not mean literal things. When you said you saw Summerhall and all of us burning... I think...” She hesitated. “I think that could simply be a symbol. Perhaps something bad is going to happen to... whatever Summerhall represents to you.” He did not look at her, instead, he stared up at the ceiling and even in the dim chamber, she could see how unimpressed he was. “Well, Summerhall represents my family, so saying, ‘Oh, it is not literally going to burn, but something terribly awful will happen to your family instead,’ does not truly make things much better, does it?” Naerys did not appreciate his tone, but let it pass. “I am only trying to understand you and help you.” “I know. I… I am sorry. Come here, please.” He opened his arms, and she shifted closer. “You are always so warm,” he said quietly. “Your hair smells... like mother’s… I miss her so much sometimes.” “Me too.”

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POV of the OC, Naerys Targaryen

so far, I’ve written around 45 chapters, but I’m not done yet

dubious consent, jealousy, possessive behaviour, canon-typical violence

Hey, everyone!

Here’s the link to the chapter 24.

This fic is from AKOTSK and the main pairing is Aerion and Daeron Targaryen with their sister, who is an OC.

Naerys spent long hours by the window, watching the green lands stretching beyond the castle walls. Sometimes she looked south, toward horizons she could not see, and wondered how long it would take to fly from Summerhall to Starfall if she had a dragon. A morning, perhaps, probably no more than that. Had she had a dragon, there were many things she would no longer have cared about. Unfortunately, the only dragon she possessed was the one that visited her dreams, but oddly enough, that was the one part of this outcome that pleased her. Whoever the dragon truly was, Elyse was safe from it in Dorne. She did not have to speak of prophetic dreams and strange convictions, nor watch Elyse grow frightened by them. She might think she was mad and refuse to stay behind. That would have been worse than any dream.

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rated E

POV of the OC, Naerys Targaryen

so far, I’ve written around 45 chapters, but I’m not done yet

dubious consent, jealousy, possessive behaviour, canon-typical violence

Hey, everyone!

Here’s the link to the chapter 22.

This fic is from AKOTSK and the main pairing is Aerion and Daeron Targaryen with their sister, who is an OC.

...her kisses slipped from Elyse’s mouth to the line of her throat, lingering there while she tugged her dress a little lower. “When we go to Sunspear,” she murmured, “or even before, if you wish... you know that I… I can help arrange a marriage for you… to someone good and kind... others have married and remained in our service, but… some chose to leave and make lives of their own.” Naerys pulled her dress up and over her hips and leaned to kiss her over her stomach and lower, enjoying Elyse’s fingers in her hair.  “But... you do not have to do anything you do not want to,” she said softly when she looked up at her again, and then placed Elyse’s legs over her shoulders, kissing the inside of her thigh. “I want all your dreams to come true.” “I know,” Elyse whispered and moaned when Naerys pressed her lips and tongue against her. “That is why I love you.” “I love you too,” Naerys murmured and closed her eyes to focus on the only thing that was always making her happy.

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rated E

POV of the OC, Naerys Targaryen

so far, I’ve written around 45 chapters, but I’m not done yet

dubious consent, jealousy, possessive behaviour, canon-typical violence

Hey, everyone!

Here's the link to the chapter 18.

This fic is from AKOTSK and the main pairing is Aerion and Daeron Targaryen with their sister, who is an OC, which means, if you're not comfortable and/or interested in Targcest… you're probably not going to like this one lol.

Olyvar stopped at a respectful distance from Naerys and tilted his head slightly, looking at the tapestry. “How long have you been listening?” she asked. He shrugged. “From somewhere around the point where you were debating the logistics of fornicating with a firebreathing reptile.” “Perfect.” “A rather obscene and… godless piece of art, in the eyes of many Westerosi.” “And in yours?” “In mine…” He shrugged again. “I have witnessed enough ritual orgies abroad to be scandalised by an abstract rendering of one.” “Where?” “In Lys.” Naerys huffed. “Of course it was in Lys.”

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rated E

POV of the OC, Naerys Targaryen

so far, I've written around 45 chapters, but I'm not done yet

dubious consent, jealousy, possessive behaviour, canon-typical violence

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Hey, everyone!

Here's the link to the chapter 14.

...And then someone caught her by the shoulders, but not roughly, only enough to stop her from stumbling backwards and smashing into them or someone else when she turned. Naerys turned carefully at once, ready to apologise and thank whoever it was and… and she was staring directly at the prince. The first thing she noticed was the scar. It was a thin and pale line across his face, but after that moment, she barely saw anything else at all, because his eyes were… so green and so clear, even in the dimness of the pavilion, and the sight of them startled her badly enough that for a moment all of her words abandoned her. “Careful,” he said easily. “You nearly spilled it over yourself.” His voice was lower than she expected. He gestured loosely toward two men farther down the long table. “Could you take those to them, please? They have been shouting for it for quite some time now, and I would dearly like them to stop.” Naerys realised her mouth was slightly open and shut it at once. “I do not think more ale will make them quieter. It tends to have the opposite effect, really.” He lifted his brows a bit and looked at her curiously. Naerys cursed herself instantly. “I mean… yes, of course, my lord.” If she pretended not to know he was the prince, perhaps she would not seem like every other foolish girl gawking at him. Then again, that sounded exactly like something some characters from her books would do. Gods, was she so predictable?

Here’s a bit more information:

rated E

POV of the OC, Naerys Targaryen

so far, I've written around 40 chapters, but I'm not done yet

dubious consent, jealousy, possessive behaviour, canon-typical violence

See the other tags, please!