Jacerysvelaryon Stories

You are the first daughter of quenn Alicent hightower and king viserys targaryen, and Twin to Aemond targaryen. Due to the constant Fighting between Rhaenyra and Alicent it has been hard for you to connect to either of them, but as the years pass by, you find yourself drawing away from your Mothers side of the Family and finding comfort with your sister and nephews. But as conflicts arose, you find yourself having to choose a side to fight for. Amids Fire and blood, you have to pick between true love, freedom and your Chosen Family and your beloved brother, Duty and true Family..

HANDS TURNING LOOM... SPOOL OF GREEN, SPOOL OF BLACK... DRAGONS OF FLESH WEAVING DRAGONS OF THREAD... --- She grew out of control, like an untreated wound. She had Aegon right in her hands, her serpent like hold tightening on him, choking him with all of her ideas and lies. Roselyn Hightower was now a threat. A dangerous one in brightly colored gowns and pearl jewelry. Otto knew, the only way to kill a snake was to cut it's head off. --- ( DARK! AEGON II TARGARYEN x OC ) ( HELAENA TARGARYEN x OC ) [ SLOW UPDATES ] --- { STARTED & COMPLETED: MARCH 12, 2024 - ? } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of House of the Dragon ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. This WILL be based on the TV Show ( Sorry to all of my book fans out there! ). WARNING: Swearing ( medium ), blood, death, mentions of PTSD, ( brief ) mentions of alcohol use, ( slight ) parental abandonment, loneliness, sassiness and stupidity, ( brief ) smut, and dark / yandere. The typical GOT / ASOIAF stuff.. { I re-used the pre-done format for one of my old discontinued stories, so it could be tagged / labeled. Also sorry to those who were fans / read the old discontinued story. }

𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 (𝐨𝐜)

Aemma Velaryon oldest child and only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and supposed Laenor Targaryen. She wields the blade Red sister twin to Dark sister and Bloodfyre. She is rider of Balerion II and Seasmoke. Aemond Targaryen x fem oc Season 1 - ? Book 1 in The Flames of Dragons

Lectia(fem lucerys) is reborn as Hayley Marshall how will her family react?

OFC/Aemond Targaryen OFC/Aegon Targaryen Jacerys Velaryon/Helaena Targaryen Daemyra Alicole Daemon & Alicent bond, bc I would love their friendship Translaition from ukrainian AU where almost everyone is kinder then they are in canon)) THERE IS SOME PROFANITY TIMELINE IS BROKEN Hope you'll enjoy it!

"All it took was a girl who was never meant to be." In the wake of King Viserys's death, as the winds of civil war howl louder and thrones tremble beneath ambition, an ancient force intervenes. The greatest figures of House Targaryen and their allies-Greens and Blacks alike-are torn from their schemes and grief, summoned to a timeless chamber beyond the reach of death, crown, or dragon. Here, they are shown a world unlike their own. A world where Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce, in a twist of fate, had a daughter-Vaelora Targaryen. A girl of fire and heart, wisdom and war. The kind of soul the gods send once in a thousand years-not to conquer, but to heal. Raised not in cold halls of duty, but in the quiet, defiant warmth of two souls who love nothing more than her, Vaelora grows into something neither realm nor gods were prepared for. Beautiful beyond words, clever beyond measure, and as fierce as the flame that birthed her-she is both storm and shelter. Warrior and balm. The unshakable heart at the center of a divided house. As the gathered kin watch her rise, they witness a realm that might have known peace. A family that could have stayed whole. A Dance that never needed to begin. But fate is cruel, and so are men. And once the final vision fades... choice remains. One girl. One change. A different world.

"The reign of King Viserys I Targaryen wanes, and with it wanes the fragile peace that binds his House together. In the Red Keep, smiles hide sharpened blades, and the rift between Queen Alicent and Princess Rhaenyra deepens with every passing day. The Blacks and the Greens are not yet named... but the shadow of division stretches long across the realm. And then the gods intervene. Summoned into a chamber beyond time and reason, king and queen, prince and princess, lords and ladies stand together, bound by a judgment not of mortal making. Before them unfurl visions of lives unchosen - paths untaken - where one choice, one night, one heartbeat reshapes the fate of kings and children yet unborn. Some visions bring wonder. Some, despair. And all of them bear a single truth: the doom of dragons lies not in flame, but in the hearts that wield it. Before war was written in fire and blood... it was written in judgment."

She came from ash, from dirt, from flame, A bastard girl with no true name. No claim to crown, no noble line- Just scars and rage and blood not mine. They called her nothing. Let her rot. But fate remembers what the world forgot. The court is cold, the dragons cruel, The prince looks on-but plays the fool. He tries to look away, to stand above, But his eyes betray a quiet love. He wears his crown, she wears her scars, But they are tethered-heart to stars. She does not beg. She will not bend. She's not the start, but she may be the end. The sky will split. The fire will stir. And every eye will turn to her. Jacaerys Velaryon x OC

laenora targaryen the first born daughter of prince daemon targaryen and lady laena velaryon had both the salt of the sea and the flame of the dragon in her blood. as the targaryen house descends to chaos blood becomes all the more essential in the dance...

daerea targaryen knows where her loyalties lie and they are not with those who betrayed her many years ago. as the dance comes to a pass daerea finally has her chance at revenge.

House of the dragon one shots. Please leave request!

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚, 𝐍𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐍𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 (𝐨𝐜)

What if when Henry gave Catherine of Aragon one last chance to have a son she did what If she gave Birth too a sweet little boy she named Henry after his late brother but what if even that wasn't enough And he still divorced her let see how Little Henry adjusts to court when he's just be torn away from his mother and sister

What if the man known as the Rogue Prince had a reason to stay grounded? What if the gods tore open reality just to place him somewhere he was never meant to be? In another world, Daemon Targaryen never killed Rhea Royce. They despised one another-but from that hatred came Vaelora: a daughter born of fire and stone, whose amethyst eyes shine like silver stars, and whose very existence softened a dragon's rage. At only four years old, Vaelora is the light of her father's life, fluent in High Valyrian, clever beyond belief, and adored by both her reluctant parents. But when a sudden, unexplained rift sends them tumbling into another reality-a realm that mirrors their own but twists it darkly-they arrive in the Red Keep just as fate sharpens its knives. Here, Daemon Targaryen already exists. Older. Colder. Married to Laena Velaryon, who carries his unborn child. Here, Vaelora doesn't exist. Here, he is the man who murdered Rhea Royce. As lords and ladies scramble to understand the truth, as whispers begin to turn into fear, and as eyes shift toward the mysterious girl with amethyst eyes-everything begins to change. Two Daemons. One throne. And a little girl that might just shake the very bones of destiny. Sometimes, what the gods give... they mean to test.

She never drew a breath in their world. Yet by the end of the vision... they would all ache for her. A feast unfolds in a flickering hall filled with laughter, joy, and the fragile illusion of peace. Laena Velaryon's womb carries new life, Daemon Targaryen stands restored by her side, and Rhaenyra Targaryen cradles her third son. The realm holds its breath. Then-time stops. The gods-or something older-speak. And they do not offer blessing, but memory... of a world that never was. There, from a fractured union with Rhea Royce, Daemon fathered a daughter: Vaelora Targaryen. Born of bitterness, raised with grace, she becomes the ember that softens the forge. She is clever, but not cruel. Bold, but not reckless. And in her quiet, radiant defiance, she rewrites the stories others accepted as fate. She is not a conqueror. She is not crowned. Yet kingdoms shift in her wake. Her words challenge doctrine. Her gaze unravels deceit. Her compassion turns enemies into allies. In this vision, the realm is not ruled, but healed. Enemies speak. Brothers stay brothers. And dragons soar not to destroy, but to protect. In her world, dragons are not only weapons, but companions. Duty does not silence the soul. And love-dangerous, defiant love-is not punished, but honored. As the gathered nobles watch her life unfold, something ancient stirs within them-regret, longing, love. For a daughter who never was. For a future they never earned. And for Daemon, it is a slow, devastating truth: By ending one life, he may have denied the world the only one who could have saved it. One question remains: If a single girl could change the world... why did they deny her the chance?