Истории Targcest

HoTD/Game of Thrones Time Travel fix-it. Aegon VI, Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark and Jon Snow are sent back in time to the Dance of the Dragons era to help save the dragons to ensure that the land of the living prevails against the coming Night. Chaos Ensues.

but I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm. | peace (folklore) by Taylor Swift | ------------------------ Viserys Targaryen's reign was one renowned for its peacefulness. However, when his death plagued the Seven Kingdoms, the fight for the throne began. The greens and blacks a never ending tidal wave, destroying family and the Targaryens in its wake. And if Naerys Targaryen became a player on the chess board? What then? How would The Dance change? Would it happen? ------------------------ When Queen Alicent gives birth to her youngest daughter, Princess Naerys Targaryen, the realm is overjoyed. A sweet girl, with auburn hair and eyes a dark brown... or purple? A beauty, she is, and an exciting prospect indeed. ------------------------ ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEORGE R. MARTIN UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED [naerys, etc]

Jon, Dany and their seven little Targlings spend Christmas in Winterfell with the Starks. Basically - Pure fluffy Christmas fun. Continuation of the short story: Who Are You, Anyway?

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen - a union forged not of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. Yet her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet: the Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

❝we are dragons, we were meant to burn together. but sometimes, we all just want to rise towards the sky.❞ [HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AU] [SOMEWHAT CANON COMPLAINT] [FIX IT FIC] [TEAM BLACK]

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Lyllya Targaryen, a precocious princess with a spark of Targaryen madness, spends her days obsessing over ancient Valyria and Targaryen destinies, writing ballads and plays about her heroic ancestors. But the songs she loves never taught her how cruel real life can be, or how love can ruin as swiftly as war. When her innocent admiration for her golden brother Aegon deepens into something neither of them can name, Lyllya begins to learn that the tales of romance and destiny she idolized were lies told to children and In a world built on power, prophecy, and fire, she must decide whether to bury her stories or burn with them.

As the second daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and his first wife Aemma Arryn, Alyssa's loyalty has always rested with her true sister, Rhaenyra. That is, of course, until she accidentally falls in love with her half brother, Aemond.

Princess Visenya Targaryen, the one and only direct descendant of Queen Visenya Targaryen. In contrast to her namesake's personality, she was considered to be the entertainment of the court and highborns, a joy to be around, often performing and cracking jokes for the crowd. She was favoured by the King Viserys I for her quick wit to humour, chaotic attitude, and ability to entertain.. so the king thought it would be a good idea to marry her, a princess of her own right, to his firstborn son, Prince Aegon.

I was the daughter of The Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen and his first wife, Heir to Runestone, Rhea Royce. Despite my father marrying my mother at the age of 16, they didn't have their first child until my father was 29 years old while my mother was older yet had a beautiful and young appearance. My parents only bedded each other once and when they did, they conceived me. My father was there throughout the pregnancy, he supported my mother in everything despite their estranged relationship, he was there for the birth despite men not being in the labor rooms, and he even raised me for my two years of life until he had to leave for the War of the Stepstones. I was raised from two years old until my death in the Red Keep. I was raised by the one and only, Alicent High Tower and Ser Criston Cole. Despite being under the name Royce, I was still a Targaryen in my father's eyes and as he told me before. When my mother died, I was her heir but my father took me away and it was given to a nephew of my mother, yet I would never forget my ties of being a Royce. I given as egg but it never hatched. That didn't stop my father from loving me any less. I was trained by Ser Criston Cole, my father and all the knights best of their division. As time grew on, I saw him less and less until it was time of war. I didn't start going to war with my father until my 13th name day. I didn't have a bond with my father yet I still loved him as he did me. Yet, in the end, he was a Black and I was Green. My father was my enemy and I had no say despite my position in the Kingdom. TEAM GREEN (NO OTTO)

"The White Queen truly saved our dynasty, did she not? It just took us a while to realize it. But she did." - Queen Regnant Aelora I, the Architect. In 97 AC, Aemma Arryn delivers twins. Two daughters are born, the younger innocent and the elder with memories of a life long past. The elder would forever go down in history as the White Queen, with fire in her veins and magic burning in her eyes.

Viserra Targaryen, a heralder of death at her very birth. A sweet flower none knew was the harbinger of doom from her bloody inception. Growing into a gentle child, enamored with flowers and jewels a girl seeking to redeem herself from those misdeeds, with the means offered to a young woman in the Seven Kingdoms Alas, without the gentle hand of a mother, her loving embrace or her protective nature children can only grow wayward. Viserra. The Rose of the Realm, red as the blood of her house words. A child the singers dubbed the fairest flower in all the realm. Seen by all those except the one who's attentions she truly desires, reviled by him for her original, carnal sin. Kinslayer, he called her often as so many in their line unconsciously were. The Red Keep reeks with the sins of the those who inhabit it. Greed, pride, lust and worst of all wrath without the careful hand of the Green Queen hands grasp for the throne unfettered. May the Gods help them all.

All of Westeros knows the Dance of the Dragons was a war of succession fought between King Aegon the Second's Greens and Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen's Blacks. But the poets give it the moniker "The War of Five Queens", they sing songs of queens that plunged the Seven Kingdoms into madness. They sing songs of love between queens and hate between queens. They sing of kinslaying and treachery. They sing of Fire and Blood. Perhaps the poets are wisest of all.