Daemontargaryen Stories

She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

She comes like rain, soft and gentle, upon his cheeks. The taste of summer snow and enduring love, like a declaration of war upon fate. ⸻ ( daemon targaryen ) ( house of the dragon ) • 2022 ( rewrite in progress )

Lieutenant Cora Harper was a soldier of the future-a biotic-wielding commando bound by discipline and the mission of the Andromeda Initiative. But when a Remnant vault glitch tears a hole in reality, she isn't dropped onto a golden world. She falls into a realm of mud, blood, and ancient fire: Westeros. In the year 105 AC, the House of the Dragon is at the height of its power, and Prince Daemon Targaryen is its most dangerous weapon. When the Rogue Prince witnesses a woman in white-and-blue armor decimate a Triarchy fleet with "blue sorcery" and a thunder-stick that shatters bone, he doesn't see a monster. He sees a match. Trapped in a medieval world of lethal court intrigue and patriarchal chains, Cora must navigate a den of vipers who brand her a witch and a Faith that wants her burned. Her only ally is the man who embodies everything she was taught to fear: a chaotic, ambitious prince who breathes fire and answers to no one. Between the heat of the Stepstones and the shadows of Dragonstone, a volatile attraction ignites. It is a collision of two worlds-one of cold steel and dragons, the other of kinetic barriers and starships. As the succession tensions of King Viserys's court threaten to boil over, Cora must decide if she will use her alien powers to save the Rogue Prince from his own darkness, or if his Valyrian fire will finally consume the soldier from the stars. Content Warning This story is intended for mature audiences only. It contains graphic descriptions of medieval and futuristic violence, including the use of high-tech weaponry and biotics against organic targets. Readers should be prepared for sexual content, intense power dynamics, and the morally grey themes characteristic of the Targaryen dynasty. Additional themes include profanity, political betrayal, and the psychological trauma of displacement. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

"When fire meets the sea, the tides burn." A story of love, loyalty, and the girl who tamed both dragon and king. --- When Queen Aemma Arryn dies in 112 AC, grief grips the realm - and the Iron Throne sits heavier than ever beneath King Viserys Targaryen's sorrow. Yet among the whispers of alliance and ambition, one name rises like the tide. Lady Vaella Velaryon, eldest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys, was born of sea and flame - a dragon egg gifted by King Viserys himself hatched in her cradle, giving her the mighty she-dragon Thalassa, the Tide-Fire. With her mother's grace and her father's courage, Vaella is beloved throughout court - the pearl of Driftmark, the dragonrider who tamed the sea. Lord Corlys Velaryon calls her his pride and heir, yet beneath his devotion lies a restless dream - that Velaryon blood, his blood, might one day sit the Iron Throne. So when the grieving king's eyes begin to linger too long upon Vaella, love becomes both promise and peril. For in Westeros, every heart is a battlefield - and when fire meets the sea, even the gods hold their breath.

❝ There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. And I think I had to break your heart and you had to break mine. ❞ As Cressida Black's lungs ceased to draw breath, Aurelia Martell's heart beat for the first time. Reborn into a new and strange world, she must adapt and become a Princess of Dorne in a time where Targaryens rule from the Iron Throne. Seen as a pawn by her elder brother, she is married off to the Rogue Prince to secure an alliance and is determined to make the best of the marriage. For a war between dragons is fast approaching and she may just have the power to turn the tide. HOUSE OF THE DRAGON DAEMON TARGARYEN x OC

This is the tale of Visenya Targaryen. No-not the Conqueror. Everyone knows the marriage between Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce was forged in resentment and sharpened by pride. But history forgets what followed a drunken night, a careless insult, and a child conceived in fury. A daughter. From the moment she drew breath, it was as if she had been chosen. Vhagar herself yields an egg for her cradle. Daemon understands the omen. His blood. His fire. Visenya Ingrid Targaryen-Lady of Runestone. Bride of Winterfell. Regent of the North. Rider of a sapphire dragon nearly the size of Vhagar herself. When the Dance of the Dragons begins, she is not a pawn in her father's war. She is the storm above it. Gods may flip coins for Targaryens. Visenya makes her own fate.

Rosyn Hightower was the eldest daughter of Otto and Melarie Hightower. Older sister to Alicent and Gwayne Hightower, she saw it as her duty to protect them especially after their mother's death and their father's plans for advancement.

"Rhaenyra did win the Dance, but Elaera was the genius behind the Iron Throne, the Blacks mastermind. She could have easily schemed her way to be queen, but she never did. No wonder the Rogue Prince loved her. And when she died, the realm has never seen someone like her again."- Queen Aerea I, the Architect. The court and realm loved cheered on the Realm's Delight, but others preferred her sister, the Silver Princess. Rights to the owners!

Love is the death of Duty, Duty is the death of Love, Yet in the end, all she can see is a single grave awaiting her. or in which Valaenyra Targaryen realizes why would she sacrifices her life for duty when she can live happily igniting revenge with the man she loves. hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and Westeros will not escape her wrath. [daemon targeryen x oc] [house of the dragon] [started 9/9/2022 ]

🖇️ - ❝ TWIN FLAMES UNITE, THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS IS A FRIGHT, THE HALF BEAST AND SMALL BEAST FALL TO THE RATS❞ ❛𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 the black sheep of his family is deeply in love with his lovely sweet sister.❜ ❛tis' our fate i think, to long for something we could never have❜ ✔️| all rights reserved 2023

𝟏𝟖𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. 𝘐𝘯 98 𝘈𝘊, 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. • ᴠɪꜱᴇʀʏꜱ ɪ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ᴏᴄ • 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟗/𝟎𝟕/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 Part I : ✅ Part II : Part III: I do not own most characters, their rights are reserved to George R. R. Martin. I however, own the main character (my oc) and her story. Story also available in portuguese in @she-captain

Maenya Targaryen. Born in 96 AC, The first child of Aemma and Viserys Targaryen, All seemed well, Maenya was "The gem of the Kingdoms" her younger sister, Rhaenyra was " The realms delight" and her mother was pregnant again, this time with a boy All seemed well. Until it was not. The death of a mother. The robbing of a title. And a dream started it all, Started the end. CURRENTLY ON HOLD (Reason: plans have had to change due to the immense changing of the original plot by Ryan Condal and Sarah Hess) I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ALL RIGHTS GO TO GEORGE RR MARTIN AND HBO I ONLY OWN MY OC's

❝ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ɴɪɴᴇ? ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ? ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀɪɴꜰᴀʟʟ ❞ ⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ♱ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Kyranna Stark, the youngest and only sister to Lord Cregan Stark, has only known grief and the pure white hills of the North. She'd lived a somewhat usual life, a normal as she could, but growing up was bound to change that. Tensions rise in the south; Cregan can't keep an eye on everything in the North and the politics of the south, so it slowly starts to fall on Kyranna's shoulders. She must learn to navigate the brutal path where sacrifice, loyalty and love collide. ...or 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Jacaerys Velaryon had been shunned all his life, whispers from the Lords and Ladies followed him everywhere, scrutinising his every move. It became easier to tune out but never impossible. He saw it in the way people looked at him, could practically feel the judgement radiating off their skin. But when a certain Stark looks at him in a way no one ever else has things change. Suddenly, Jacaerys only wants Kyranna to see him and to escape the weight of the world's pressure through her eyes.

Born from ancient fires and noble blood, Nymaerya finds herself shackled in a cruel marriage beneath the ominous crimson banners of the Red Keep. Though her spirit is bruised, it clings fiercely to the flame of a secret love and a hidden heir-the true guardian of her house's legacy. Draped in layers of grief and silence, she is a queen shattered by heartache, her soul fractured beneath the weight of a crown that bears the burden of whispered truths and unspoken sorrows. In a realm where loyalty is bought and betrayal is a dance, Nymaerya's story unfolds, igniting a torch of hope even amidst the shadows that threaten to consume her. I'm not sure if I'll stick to the true story, but what I do know is that I own my characters and the unique journey they are on.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━ in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life. or in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband's claim to the throne. And she will give due punishment to those who come against them. ❝Your reign is over.❞ ━━ ❝My reign has just begun❞ ╰┈➤ jacaerys velaryon x oc ╰┈➤house of the dragon fanfic ╰┈➤friends to lovers

Big updates to Chapters 1-5 - scenes have been expanded with fuller atmosphere, body language, and internal monologue, and Chapter 5 now includes a moment where the lords of Dragonstone realize Daenerys didn't just bring an army... she brought a nation. Daenerys Targaryen dies in Jon Snow's arms-but wakes again on her flagship, sailing toward the conquest she never finished. A fog rolls in. A new Dragonstone appears. And a world of long-dead Targaryens stares at her across the water. Rhaenyra sees a conqueror. Daemon sees a threat. The dragons see...something older. Daenerys carries her scar, her memories, and the fire that refused to let her go. And the Dance of the Dragons will never be the same again. Daenerys x male oc

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬? 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘓𝘺𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘊. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴.

Princess Valora Velaryon, Daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Late Ser Laenor Velaryon, Heir to the Iron Throne, Rider of Naelys, was known across the realm as a kind, charitable young girl and devoted mother who would one day be their Queen. Until her grandfather died and her mother's throne was usurped, in an effort to gain support for her mother's cause, Valora rode out to Storm's End, where she came face to face with her Uncle Aemond Targaryen. The ensuing fight led to Valora's death. Yet that was not to be the end of her story, as the Princess was reborn as Pallene "Allie" Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon and Sally Jackson. Now those Valora unwillingly left behind have been brought together to watch her life as Valora and her new life as Pallene . (Watching the Series/Watching the Books)

Baelon Targaryen was raised as a Green-son of Alicent, twin to Aegon, loyal to duty. Alyssa was raised in shadows-hidden away, known to no one, born of Rhaenyra and Daemon's forbidden fire. When a secret meant to stay buried is forced into the light, two souls from opposite sides of a coming war are drawn together. In a world where dragons rule and blood decides fate, loving the wrong person can be deadlier than any blade

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