Aemyra Velaryon, the dark dreamer made of fire and blood. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the heir to the Iron Throne is sent to the North where all warmth is forgotten. She is sent with the mission to raise an army to rise up against the Greens and the Usurper King Aegon. While doing so she is getting to know the Wolf in the North, Lord Cregan Stark who she grows very fond of. All her life shes known fire, but she soon realizes not all dragons are made of fire, some are born from flames of ice. Together they will write the song of Ice & Fire. fem oc x cregan stark takes place during Dance of Dragons This fanfic is based on the show owned by HBO: House of The Dragon note: the images and gifs used in this book do not belong to me! i do not claim the images as my work i just use them as visuals for my story<3

The tale of Visenya Velaryon and Cregan Stark. Visenya Velaryon, young Princess of Dragonstone, is determined to prove herself worthy of her blood and protect her kin as the realm teeters on the edge of chaos. Far in the North, the young Lord of Winterfell- solemn, steadfast, and born to lead- grows into his destiny. Their paths collide once more, and the embers of an old bond flare hot amid rising shadows. But the Greens have seized Rhaenyra's throne, and war sweeps towards them like a storm, sparing neither the brave nor the beloved. As the realm burns and loyalties are tested, Visenya must confront the question that haunts all who bear the name Targaryen: When the coin is cast, will she rise to greatness... or fall to madness?

"Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway" - Edgar Allan Poe Viserra Targaryen is born the fifth child and first daughter of Daeron Targaryen and his wife Myriah Martell. As a woman she is far below in the line of succession, which should make her a pawn of lesser importance in the schemes of power of Westeros. But she is not. Daemon Blackfyre x Fem!OC First Blackfyre Rebellion AU

Born a second daughter in the shadow of the Iron Throne, she was never meant to leave her mark on history. But with fire in her veins and steel in her hand, she defied expectations.

she was born 1990 in a small town in Montana. she was raised by her dead mama, her dead daddy along with her dead brother. After a horrific night, her eldest brother saved her from being blinded and killed by their father. her brother saved her by a brutal beating to her daddies skull. two long weeks of running and hiding from the law, they were both taken and used as ranch hands for the rest of their lives.

she spent her whole life being told she was the reason her and her siblings grew up without a mother, therefore she grew up alone. She was much younger than the rest, the last baby always gets the short stick. her daddy had become much too busy on their ranch to focus on her. He had put all his devotion and power into his eldest children. she flew under his radar.. Behind her daddies back she may have found love, love that could soon disappoint. Although she was young, it didn't mean she was weak. she learned to grow up fast in a world that was crumbling around her.

"Why is this beautiful man waiting for me to get old? Why he already testing my patience? I only fear he's taking time with other women that ain't me While I've been reviewing applications Wait 'til I get my hands on him, I'ma tell him off too" where is my husband! By Raye

Leyla Hightower has mastered the art of silence. In a marriage built on duty rather than devotion, she moves through life with careful composure - poised, distant, and untouched by the expectations placed upon her. At court, she is known for her sharp wit and colder smile. At home, she is a mother first, and everything else only when required. But some things are not so easily buried. When a tourney at Ashford brings her face to face with the man she once loved in secret - the past refuses to remain where she left it. Glances linger too long. Words carry weight they should not. And the life she has so carefully contained begins to fracture at its edges. Because Leyla remembers. And worse - so does he. In a world where duty binds tighter than chains, and love is a weakness best forgotten, Leyla must decide whether silence will protect her... or destroy what remains of her.

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜-𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎? _____ Princess Rheanyra Targaryen is gentle, soft-spoken, and beloved by her father, Maekar, and her uncle Bealor, who have long dreamed of a future where she is safely wed and cherished. Yet her older brother, Prince Areion Targaryen, watches her with a fierce, unyielding devotion-proud, dangerous, and unashamedly in love with his sister in ways few dare understand. At the Ashford tourney, the world will see the Targaryens in full flame-and secrets, desires, and claims will ignite in ways no one expects. ---- I only claim the OC nyra everything else is OWNED by GRRM.