She saw firsthand how loyalty could falter, how war destroyed everything in its path, how men died serving fools. So much that could have been prevented if people learned to listen. And when she did, she heard a call she never expected and could never go back. . with Marie Avgeropoulos as Lady Thyrsa Umber . GoT S1 and onward. . All credit for original characters and original plot goes to George R.R. Martin for the A Song of Ice and Fire book series and the Game of Thrones television series. I own only my OCs and select scenes not from the show. Thank you George, for creating the world of ASOIAF. Thank you all, for reading. . I do not at any point in time give permission for my fanfiction content or original characters to be used for any purposes outside of my writing. I own all original characters appearing in this fic and do not consent to the usage of my story by anyone other than myself. Readers are welcome, plagiarizers are not. Written from Sep 13, 2023 - Oct 17, 2023

they say that when a targaryen is born, a coin is flipped and all the world stops. for in that single, fleeting, moment the fate of the world lies in that childs' hands. who lives, who dies - everything - can be made or broken by their shrill screams. cities conquered, and dynasties toppled at their minuscule fingertips. it was a folly, ridiculous, that the lives of so many were bound to blind luck, but the name targaryen bred power, and it was to targaryen whims, wants and luck that westeros bowed. forever destined to serve fire. however, the odds of this arrangement were stacked, for something far more sinister than fire ran through their blood - a curse of hereditary insanity pulsated through their veins, biding its' time as it waited, poised to strike any child that dared enter a targaryen womb. and, when valeria, aerys and rhaella targaryens' fourth and final child was born, ending her mother's life upon the very second that she strayed from her womb - fate, never one to divert from this o' so twisted tradition, flipped a coin. but as robert baratheon's rebellion spread like wildfire to each and every corner of the cruel continent that was westeros - a destitute, desperate, and newly homeless pack of three young targaryen fugitives were forced to flee across the narrow sea, as far away from the fateful blade of robert baratheon's infamous battleaxe as possible - and the fate of coin, was forgotten... arya stark x targaryen fem oc game of thrones s7-8 au part of the WILD AT HEART series

"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)

✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ── when the realm is torn between green and black, daella velaryon becomes a weapon of temptation. the daughter rhaenyra longed for and the image of valyria's former glory, daella is as dangerous as she is beautiful. fluent in manipulation, bound to her dragon, and capable of seducing kingdoms to her mother's cause. but in a war where every ally is a blade and every promise a lie, her heart is the only thing she cannot control. at her side stands jacaerys velaryon, heir to the throne and the brother she should never have loved. raised together, their bond was forged in dragonfire and fractured by duty. as rhaenyra's black council plots war and the green banners rise, daella offers herself to the game of thrones; willing to seduce, to kill, to burn it all. but when desire turns to obsession and love becomes the greatest betrayal, the question is no longer who will win the throne, but whether they will survive each other. [ jacaerys velaryon x fem oc ] WARNING. TARGCEST AND MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT ALL RIGHTS TO GRRM AND HBO.

Naella Targaryen (OC) x Daemon Targaryen. Naella was not just some girl that was born, she was extraordinary. They say some women fear the fire and other women simply become it. Naella Targaryen basked in it's glow.

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

House Targaryen was forged in fire and remembered in blood. From that legacy, a prince was born who carried both like a birthright-Aerion Targaryen, a dragon in human skin. Exile did not tame him. It sharpened him. When Aerion returned, he came crowned in shadows, his smile colder, his wrath refined. The realm whispered his name like a prayer and a curse alike. To seal his power, he took a bride from his own blood-a cousin raised in light, obedience, and fragile hope. She was everything he was not. Soft-spoken. Unburnt. Untouched by darkness. He did not break her with chains. He bent her with fire. This was not a love story. It was a reign. Aerion Targaryen X Female OC

In the years after the Blackfyre Rebellion, when dragons lived only in memory and the realm stood fragile beneath the Targaryen crown, Princess Valena the bone eyed dreamer and daughter of Prince Maekar and Dyanna Dayne is sent north to outrun the visions that haunt her sleep. Hardened by winter, the old gods and the new, she returns south for the Tourney at Ashford Meadows, where prophecy, politics, and forgotten bonds are rekindled. But dragon dreams are seldom merciful, and some fires are not meant to be quenched. Valarr Targaryen x femOC

She died on the freeway, wearing dragon wings and Visenya's sword. A fan of House of the Dragon, a lover of history and heartbreak, she thought she knew the story. She never expected to wake up in it. Now Vaelyra Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, she is born into a doomed dynasty-one she refuses to let burn. Armed with knowledge of the future, she becomes her sister Rhaenyra's truest ally, her father's guiding hand, her younger siblings' secret guardian, and the court's silent storm. The Dance of the Dragons will never happen. Not if she can help it.

Aerion Targaryen x OC Female Baelor's daughter. Aerion's plaything. Elyra Targaryen wasn't born for a throne; she was born for a leash. While the realm sees a princess, her cousin sees a pet. It's a brutal, physical addiction to the weight of his hand and the snap of his voice. She should fight him. Instead, she's learning to crave the crawl. Same blood. Darker burn. Forced submission... until she snaps. This story leans heavily into tragedy and angst - if that's not your thing, it might not be the right read for you.