ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖙𝖘 " my love, are you the devil? I would worship you instead of him . " ׂ╰┈➤ asoiaf fan fiction ׂ╰┈➤ maegor targaryen x fem!oc ׂ╰┈➤ based off 'fire and blood' ׂ╰┈➤ I DON'T OWN ASOIAF !

"𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎, 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎."

Adeline Blackwood didn't know much about life outside Camp Half-Blood. She didn't even know who her divine parent was, even though she thought she'd get some answers after the Second Titan War. Who was an unclaimed child in the middle of heroes? That sounded like a reasonable question she never got an answer for it. Almost one year after the rebellion, a new threat resurfaced alongside an old prophecy that the gods did everything in their power to avoid. Still, what they needed to learn was that sometimes their choices could lead to unthinkable consequences that could condemn all of them.

Blessed be the daughters of Cain, bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception - Ptolomaea, Ethel Cain "Let the Seven devour the traitors, for a king may rule, but even he will one day face the Stranger-and He judges harshly those who defy the law of the Gods." So prayed Princess Aelys: the innocent praying for death, the woman praying for a man to wear the Conqueror's Crown. targaryen oc x aemond targaryen team green

Felicity Bridgerton had always been the funny sweet girl of her family. A bit chaotic, just enough to keep them on their toes. But as her debut neared she knew she had to become more serious to not scare suitors off. But what happens when she meets the youngest child of Queen Charlotte?

{~Game of Thrones /Fanfic /ASOIAF~} Maurelia Lannister often felt as a Lamb amongst Lions within the house whom she shares her name. She was bound by blood to the Lannisters her father Ser Kevan Lannister, was the younger brother of Lord Tywin Lannister. While sharing the appearance of the Lions & Lioness who reside within the pride of Casterly Rock her golden luscious long locks and emerald green eyes though her gaze did not carry the same calculated & cruel glare as them of her kin. Maurelia learns that in more than one way looks can be deceiving. The name flowercub was assigned to her by her father in childhood, as Mia's obsession with flower's beauty had unraveled leaving her in awe of the vibrant colouring and blissful scent of they offered. Though her interest peaked even more so when she discovers that they not only hold beauty but power within them flowers which can be used to heal & harm others. This story follows how Maurelia finds her path as those around her begin sharping their claws to pounce upon their prey to take the iron throne. Eventual // (OC X Willas Tyrell💞)

───── ❛you can mark my words that I said it first in a morning warning, no one heard❜ game of thrones fem!oc x male!oc started: 10/02/25 finished:

Rhaya was the firstborn of Daemon Targaryen from his first disaster marriage with Rhea Royce, but the Rouge Prince never truly considered as such-not when she was the daughter of his "Bronze Bitch." A child he did not wish to have. Not with her. Even after the mysterious death of his wife, the Rouge Prince did not bother welcoming his daughter into his arms; instead, he wedded Laena Velaryon and moved out of the country to live in Pentos. Rhaya had no choice but to stay in Runestone with her cousin, Ser Gerold. His daughter hoped that he would one day send a raven to the Vale-an invitation to Pentos, an apology for never being present in her life-even a simple hello would've sufficed. But he never did. The realm took pity on the girl, naming her "the Forgotten Princess," but as she grew older into a beautiful, confident young woman, she was later known as "the Bronze Beauty." Daemon may have forgotten the value of his first daughter-but the Hightowers did not.

(18+ Mature Content) A secret pregnancy, hidden from the Realm, produces a daughter of pure Fire and Blood. Forced to succumb to silence, shipped off to Oldtown, raised by a High Septa instead of her own mother. Is her true identity the key to the Dance of Dragons, or will she be the demise of House Targaryen? Daenaera was a sickly infant, abused and groomed into believing she deserved the treatment; until she forged a forbidden love with an awfully distant 'sibling'. Her true, innocent, being is called to charge, where her fate remains undecided by the Gods. It's as if they wish a greater purpose for her, sending the largest, cruelest, and brutish of dragons to guide her journey throughout the terrors the Dance of Dragons curates. {Storylines may be canon, and/or untrue to the books & series} {TW: ocxoc, religious trauma, angst, violence, general themes of ASOIAF, heavy smexual & smut material. this is your warning!!}

​Doomed to be a casualty in the quest for a male heir, Queen Aemma is instead given a terrifying second chance. A prophetic dream shows her not only her own brutal death but the devastating future it will cause: the betrayal of her daughter Rhaenyra, a bloody civil war that will tear the realm apart, and the eventual ruin of their house. ​Awakened and refusing to be a sacrificial pawn, Aemma embraces the Targaryen fire she had long suppressed. She forges a secret alliance with the one man she can trust to be her shield, Prince Daemon, and begins to mentor Rhaenyra, not as a princess, but as a future queen. No longer a gentle Arryn, Aemma enters the game of thrones, ready to burn all her enemies to the ground to protect her daughter and break the cycle of destruction she was warned against. ​"I am not the villain in your story. I am the mother in mine." . . . . . ​"What you see as my descent into darkness is simply a mother learning to walk through fire." This is an AU of house of the dragons, with the fourteen flames, angry that the last existing family of dragons had fallen into nothing, especially with the murder of their chosen queen. So to correct the mistake, they return time, to make sure a dragon queen sat the throne, for their chosen one to be saved. They send a warning for the one who can make a difference. And who will be better than a mother...