"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

-ON HIATUS- Vaela Velaryon-Targaryen, firstborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra, carries the blood of dragons and the weight of a secret that could unravel everything. Promised to Prince Aegon to unite a fractured court, Vaela is meant to be a symbol of peace. But symbols burn easily. As loyalties fracture and war creeps ever closer, Vaela finds herself caught between prophecy and politics, between a crown forged in fire-and a family breaking apart in blood. //revising as i go HOTD aegon x fm!oc [aegon turns team black au] seasons 1-2

The Maester placed her in Rhaenyra's hands. The princess of Dragonstone instantly forgot all the pain she was experiencing in the moment when she saw the new life in her arms. Viserys' first daughter cries and holds the small creature tightly. All the suffering she'd been experiencing for the past few months seemed to melt away as it never happened. "Visenya". Rhaenyra whispered, looking into the firstborn's innocent eyes. They are full of determination and bravery, thought the Princess of Dragonstone. "Visenya? Is that you?" whispered the blind man to young maid's face. He strokes her long hair, thinking his love has returned. "Oh Visenya..." he said to this frightened girl who had just brought him a jug of wine.

"I love you," he finally said. "In what way?" She asked. "You know what way." House Targaryen ruled the skies, their dragons soaring above the lands of Westeros, embodying the power and legacy of Old Valyria. As the blood of the dragon, the Targaryens were bound by fire and by blood, their history marked by triumph and tragedy. Their Valyrian bloodline remained pure through generations of marrying within their own house, ensuring the strength of their line and the potency of their dragons. From the Iron Throne, they governed the Seven Kingdoms with wisdom, their rule defined by a deep and unyielding connection to the fire that burned within them. House Velaryon, rulers of the seas, were ever loyal to House Targaryen, their fates as inseparable as the tides. Their wealth, power, and prestige were born from their naval dominance, securing their place as allies and kin to the dragonlords of House Targaryen. The Velaryons were steadfast in their loyalty, their bond with House Targaryen as much about shared heritage as it was about respect for the sea and the power it held. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, son of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon, was more than just the heir to the Iron Throne, he was a warrior, a leader, and a prince truly deserving of the crown. With the blood of Old Valyria running through his veins, he carried Fire and Salt. A skilled swordsman, he trained relentlessly, his strikes as precise as they were powerful. But beyond his prowess in battle, Jacaerys was a just and compassionate leader, one who listened to his people and understood the weight of his duty. He was not just a ruler who would sit idly on a throne, he was a prince who would fight for his family and realm, who would bleed and die in honor. Many whispered that he would be the greatest king the Seven Kingdoms had ever known. Jacaerys Velaryon x Daenera Velaryon (female oc)

Following the death of Queen Rhaenyra's sons, sired by Laenor Velaryon, and the presumed death of Prince Daemon, Rhaenyra made the choice to keep her youngest children, Aegon, Visenya and Viserys, from suffering the same fate as their Velaryon brothers. Having sold her crown, the fallen Queen secured passage on a ship to Pentos in 131 AC but was intercepted by a group of Myrish pirates. While Rhaenyra's remaining Queensguard managed to hold them off, Aegon the Younger was taken captive and handed over to Aegon II. Throughout the years that followed, Rhaenyra failed on multiple occasions to retrieve her son, and any form of negotiation was struck down by Aegon and Alicent. All but one remained on the table; Aegon would spare his nephew's life in exchange for Princess Visenya's hand in marriage.

when the princess gave birth to her first child, the kingdom rejoiced, and when the sweet princess was followed by brothers they expected the princess to proclaim the eldest boy as heir, but the king and princess agreed, it would be the eldest child, vysemera [aegon is team black au]

Aemond Targaryen/ Original female character House of the dragon Aemond Targaryen, the one eyed prince is in need of a marriage to further secure the family position, and pacify his chaotic heart. Alicent, begins the search and it seems like a proposal in the dornish might be in mind, but things might not go as planed, as the dornish woman that seems to speak to his heart is not the one that was originally meant for him. Troupes in this story: (minor spoilers) Choosing between two women, between what is expected versus what love commands, themes of arranged marriage, slow romance. It's not just a sickfic/sick character study only, but it will have major moments and full chapters where Aemond will be taken care of, specially by the main female, and it's a crucial point in the story, so it fits the sickfick/whump category. Note: This fic is written inside HOTD world, using some information from the book Fire and Blood as well, but is doesn't follow the canon. In this universe Rhaenyra gave up her claim, and Aegon will be crowned king. The story centers more in the greens, specially Aemond, but it will explore original characters. English is NOT my first language, the story will be revised when finished, but let me know if you see errors! <3

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

Targaryens are known to have queer costumes, an unusual tradition in which the brother and sister wed each other in order to secure the line of succession as pure as possible. Well, it is not always the Targaryens that have such habits, who says that they are the only ones to marry within the family? Not when there indeed exists love, as clear as the reflection in the surface of the sea, as consuming as the glorious fire that burns every piece of life ahead of it. The word "love" can have many different meanings and from various aspects, love can be dangerous, powerful and sensational, a concept of purity that was left in this world just for one reason... to bring people close, to make life good in all its worst. In 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 case it was everything and nothing... because Jacaerys Velaryon would sooner sacrifice himself than see his little sister suffering, he would put the realm to torch just for 𝘩𝘦𝘳... 𝘩𝘪𝘴 Vellena... #2-in #creganstark HOTD FANFIC ( mostly book vers) JACAERYS VELARYON X FEM OC! DAERON TARGARYEN X FEM OC! Act I Season 1 {finished} CREGAN STARK X ANOTHER FEM OC! Act II Season 2 {ongoing} DAERON TARGARYEN X ANOTHER FEM OC! TIME IS DIFFERENT IN THIS FANFIC!!! Cover made by the lovely @queenoffyre

"For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo" ~ In a realm where loyalty is law and love is treason, two souls find each other in the shadow of fate. Maegelle Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and twin to the future king, has always known her fate would be forged in duty. Promised to Prince Jaqen Qoheros of Volantis to secure ships and power, she is draped in silks and false smiles-an offering of war dressed as a bride. But, her heart has been stolen for longer than her family knows. Prince Aemond Targaryen, green-blooded, one-eyed, cursed kinslayer, has taken her innocence and left behind something far more dangerous: love. Now bound by secrets and sins, Maegelle and Aemond walk a knife's edge between salvation and destruction. They are heirs of an ancient house split by rivalries and jealousy-sworn enemies, forged in the same flame-and every touch is a defiance, every glance a betrayal. As tensions rise and war take wing, their love becomes a powder keg threatening to ignite the Dance of the Dragons before a single sword is drawn. Their families watch. Waiting. Plotting. But none see the truth that smolders between green silk and black leather. They were never meant to want each other. Never meant to love each other. They were meant to kill each other. It was their fate. Written by the Stranger in the stars above. Love is no gentle thing in the House of Fire and Blood. It is a flame that burns hot-and leaves no survivors.