||Complete|| In the world of House of the Dragon, where dragons breathe fire and the blood of the Targaryens runs deep with power and prophecy, Alyssa Targaryen finds herself in a unique and perilous position. The second daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and his first wife Aemma, Alyssa was born with a destiny unlike that of her siblings. For she is no ordinary princess. She knows the future. Or rather, she remembers it. A self-insert from the modern world, Alyssa finds herself inexplicably thrust into the world of Westeros, equipped with knowledge of the Dance of the Dragons, the deadly civil war that will tear her family apart. She knows the tragic end of Rhaenyra, the betrayal of her family, and the ultimate downfall of the Targaryen dynasty if things play out as they were meant to. However, she is determined to rewrite the story. She refuses to let history follow the course laid out for her, and she will do whatever it takes to ensure that her younger brother, Aegon II Targaryen, ascends to the throne instead of Rhaenyra. And that she will be his Queen.

||Complete|| Vaelyra Velaryon was never meant to exist. The second daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen, she was born with memories of another life - a life where she had seen on a TV Show some of the brutal war known as the Dance of the Dragons. Knowing the fate of Westeros, Vaelyra refuses to be a mere spectator in history. With her wit, ambition, and the advantage of foresight, she devises a daring plan: to claim the Iron Throne for herself. Her greatest ally? Aemond Targaryen, the second son of Viserys Targaryen and Alicent Hightower. A boy once mocked for not having a dragon, Aemond's destiny changed the night he claimed Vhagar, the mightiest living dragon in the realm. With Vaelyra whispering in his ear, shaping his ambitions, he becomes more than just the Greens' deadliest weapon-he becomes a king in the making. Together, they forge an alliance that will shake Westeros to its core. But as the Blacks and the Greens wage war, as betrayals and bloodshed mount, one question remains: can they outplay fate itself and seize the Iron Throne? Or will history find a way to right itself, no matter how much they fight against it? The game of dragons has begun. And this time, the board is changed.

A modern man finds himself in Westeros after his untimely death. More specifically, in the body of no one other than King Viserys I Targaryen, the man who set the path to one of the bloodiest conflicts in the Seven Kingdoms' history. Armed with knowledge of what is to come and with a strong will to not let it happen, he is going to stop at nothing to change the destiny of his new family and save the House of the Dragon, and the whole of Westeros, from destruction. (This is my first time writing a story and I'm not fluent in english, so please be patient with me 🙇‍♀️) 🐲🐲🐲 Or canon!Viserys gets replaced by someone with an actual spine and that puts his family first. This is a feel good story for everyone that felt personally victimized by how fucking tragic canon is. A lot of fluff and wholesomeness and little to no drama/angst because George already gave us enough of it to last for a lifetime. If you want to see the Targs being happy and cute, this is for you. (I post it on AO3 with the same title, I am the real author, LazyProcrastinatorr)

After enduring a loveless marriage for many years, the Rogue Prince was believed to be incapable of fathering a child with his Bronze Bitch. However, a miraculous event shatters this notion with the birth of Vhaela Targaryen. Raised in the confines of Runestone, she remains oblivious to her father's existence until her mother's sudden demise thrusts her into a fateful encounter. Little do they know; this reunion sets off a dangerous series of events as a formidable player enters the scene for the impending dance of the dragons. "The flames of desire rekindle in the embers of love." - Anthony T. Hincks (aemond targaryen x oc targaryen) © 2023 | ItsMeSyd Cover by Selyxe

Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, Lady of Runestone, was not born of love. Nor passion. Nor even a sense of duty. She was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge. But even a child born of such darkness can find her way to the light. With her mother dead, and father flown across the Narrow Sea with a new wife, the girl is taken in by her Aunt, the Queen Alicent Hightower, to be raised among the little family she has left. There, she finds her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. The two spend long nights in the palace library together, studying the histories of both Old Valyria and the First Men, seeking to understand who they are and where they fit in the world. But finding that place proves more difficult than in the fairy tales they read. The seeds of disaster were laid long before they were born, and as tensions in the family rise, it seems as though their places may begin to diverge. Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Aemma supo, en el instante en que Lucerys alzó la daga contra Aemond, que su vida nunca volvería a ser segura. Y si algo la aterrorizaba por completo, era la idea de perder a su familia. Muy joven comprendió que ser solo una princesa no bastaba para proteger a sus hermanos ni para asegurar su derecho; después de todo, su apellido no los había salvado de ser llamados bastardos. Necesitaba poder. Siete años después, la calculadora, ambiciosa y en absoluto frágil princesa regresa a las puertas de la Fortaleza Roja, dispuesta a sumergirse en las intrigas de la corte. Lo que no anticipó fue la guerra que librarían sus propios sentimientos por los príncipes Aegon y Aemond, ni cómo estas emociones podrían alterar el rumbo de sus planes... y su camino hacia el poder.

"Los dragones queman, tío." "Y también pueden ser domados, sobrina." Aemond Targaryen pasó su infancia únicamente con su sobrina: Aemma Velaryon. Sin embargo, un trágico suceso los separa más de lo que esperaban cuando Aemond exige la mano de Aemma a cambio de su ojo perdido a manos de Lucerys Velaryon. Fue entonces cuando Aemond y Aemma danzaron antes que el resto de su familia. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · CONTIENE SPOILERS DE LA PRIMERA TEMPORADA "HOUSE OF THE DRAGON". Los personajes no me pertenecen, pertenecen a George R.R. Martin. El único que me pertenece hasta el momento es Aemma Velaryon. Rankings: -18/01/2023: #1 aemondtargaryen -02/02/2023: #1 hotd -04/02/2023: #1 got -05/02/2023: #1 aemond -20/02/2023: #1 houseofthedragon -20/02/2023: #1 dragones -13/05/2023: #1 rhaenyratargaryen -28/05/2024: #1 daemontargaryen

"𝑳𝒐 𝒖́𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐́𝒏, 𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒂" Descendiente directa de los hermanos menores de Aegon el conquistador, Shaera es la viva imagen del poder, nombrada la señora de la flamas o diosa de dragones, es obligada a casarse con su primo Aemond para tener a los Targaryen más poderosos de su lado. Es así como Shaera es obligada a dar a luz a un heredero, con la promesa de nombrarlos herederos al trono de hierro.

«No hay guerra más despreciada por los dioses que una entre familia, y ninguna más sangrienta que entre dragones.» Corría el año 115 Después de la Conquista cuando la heredera al trono Rhaenyra Targaryen dio a luz a una niña monstruosa. La princesa, pequeña y delgaducha, con escamas en la espalda y un ojo de serpiente, se quedó a medio camino entre el humano y el dragón. Entre maldiciones y dolor nació Jaenara Velaryon, a quien apodaron "el monstruo del reino". Un monstruo con el que se diría que los dioses lanzaron una moneda y cayó del lado equivocado. Un monstruo que acabaría con el hombre más cruel y temido de la danza; repudiado por los dioses por matasangre. Una pareja destinada a arder en las llamas de los siete infiernos y el fuego de los dragones. «-Fuiste mía desde que diste tu primer aliento, Jaenara. Tú y yo nacimos para estar juntos.» «-Arderemos juntos, tío, pues no hay fuego que borre nuestros pecados, ni Dios que perdone a la sangre del dragón.»

Ella siempre se encontraba con una cara triste, no era porque realmente lo estuviera, sus mejillas siempre estaban levemente sonrojadas siempre, sus sonrisas calidas brindaban paz, ella siempre era tranquila, solían decir que era igual de rara que su prima pero simplemente a ella le encantaba la serenidad, eran como si fuera un ser de luz, piadoso, bondadoso y buena con las personas incluso con quienes no merecían. Deniserya, hija de Rhaenyra Targaryen y de Ser Harwin Strong. Todos piensan que ella no sabe nada de lo que pasa a su al rededor pero ella solamente aprendió a escuchar y callar como muchos. (Se me ocurrió un fanfic de otra de mis series favoritas, así es de que dije ¿Porque no? Y aquí estoy, espero que les guste) Inicio: 22/01/23