Fireandblood storie

❝ 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 fanfic brings snippets on the Dragoness' life, Queen Consort Visenya, the queen who truly never was. It draws from moments in her life where her path crossed with the lysene poet with blood red eyes and gentle smile, the only one who could tame the dragon with his harp.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." (fem!oc x Jacaerys Velaryon) (fem!oc x Baela Targaryen)

"You are mine and I'm yours. From this day until the end of my days." (Jacaerys Valeryon X OC Female)

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.

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.

Rhannon Stark, also known as Lady of Winterfell or the Queen in the North, was famed for her beauty, kindness, wisdom, but most of all, loyalty. And that is what the Blacks need more than ever. What happens when Prince Jacaerys Velaryon is sent by his mother, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, to earn the loyalty of Lady Stark?

˚✧🗡️🐉. ( ˢᴬⱽᴵᴼᴿ ) -✿-🗡️˚ʚ ᗢ₊ ˖ ࣪⭑ ━ ❝ she is the one to save the dance. ❞ ─── 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗘𝗚𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗜 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 & 𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡 𝗩𝗔𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 (𝗢𝗖) 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖

What if Princess Viserra Targaryen made it back to the Red Keep unharmed after her one last night of laughter? Saera's disgrace and Baelon's rejection sealed Viserra's fate and her marriage to Lord Theomore Manderly went forward during the tenth moon of 87AC. 3 years later the decrepit lord is dead, Viserra finally comes home and she doesn't intend to be sold off again. Upon her return to King's Landing, she makes overtures to her siblings, nephews and nieces - the future of House Targaryen. She was meant for her mother's crown and she will see it upon her head - one way or another. Oh, what a raging fire one ambitious princess can make.

"𝘈 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘚𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦" - 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘤 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦..

Visenya was born in silence, beneath shadows even dragonfire dared not reach. Her birth was a secret, kept by those who understood that some lives are not accidents - they are omens. Daughter of pure Valyrian blood, forged in a bond unspoken and unblessed, she came into the world with eyes like storms and fire beneath her skin. No one truly knew what she was. Not at first. But the flame knew. And when it stirred, it did not rise alone. With her came something older than crowns and thrones - a whisper of Old Valyria, reborn in flesh. She was never meant to rule but when her House stood on the edge of ruin, it was Visenya who burned brightest. She came to remind the realm that fire was never meant to kneel, and the blood of the dragon does not fade - It conquers. _______________________________________ ⚠️ Disclaimer Credits: This story is based on the world of A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin and the HBO series House of the Dragon. I draw inspiration, characters, and scenes from both, with no profit intended. Thanks to ChatGPT / Gemini lol for helping with ideas and images, and to the artists whose visual creations I used as reference.

in which Lucerys was born a princess, one who still took aemond's eye, and lost her dragon in storms end. Lucaera Velaryon, a girl who is a prisoner of war. She would be treated as a bastard, neglected and abused by her peers. The girl truly was strong until she regressed, and ran to the people she called enemies.

"This crown you have placed upon my head, mother, is a death sentence." Viserys asks for a boy-heir and the gods grant him a daughter with the rage of a Targaryen and the wit of a Hightower. A HoTD fic. [Targtower!oc] trigger and content warnings and full summary inside. best read with a black background

Bloodshed. Pointy Blades. A Political War The Whole RWBY universe was transported to a kingdom filled with royalty, knights, madmen, conquests, betrayal, deception and choices. The Kingdom of Westeros Will they find they're way back to home or die trying? "When you play the Game of Thrones , you win or die."

A collection of House of the Dragon/A Song of Ice and Fire verse original character drabbles and one-shots. Penned by Bess. ⚠️Warnings: General ASOIAF themes! Triggers may include: violence, implied sexual themes, death, blood, gore, foul language, abuse, etc.⚠️

Daenys Targaryen is the twin sister of Daenaerys Targaryen. she was named after her ancestor Daenys the dreamer. she had been known to have visions like the woman she was named after. after being killed by Jon Snow along with her sister. she ends up being reborn years into the past. during the dance of dragons. follow her as she experiences her ancestors and the past and might even end up falling in love.

Alicent Hightower spends her final days in the Red Keep wondering what it could have been if the Dance of the Dragons never happened and if she had still been Rhaenyra's best friend.

'Nykeā irudy hen se jēdar,' the boy said "A gift from the sky." 'Skorkydoso gōntan ao sōvegon bisa zaldrīzes?' the King asked. "How did you manage to mount this dragon?" 'Nyke daor nykeā zaldrīzes kipagīros, ziry iksos,' the boy replied. "I am not its rider; she is." He looked at the little girl in his arms." __________________________________ What if more people survived the Doom?

A team green fanfic A war between dragons not only effected house Targaryen but the people whom would not bend to the true king Aegon. He would not be seen as a merciful king he would take what was his with fire and blood as his wife wished. A girl more deserving of the name Visenya than Naerys a good thing she was not named as such otherwise she would have never survived Rooks Rest a battle when she saved her husband from Vhagars dragon fire... gravely injuring her dear she-dragon in the process. After Aegon watched his sister and her dragon plummet to the ground he flew into a fit of rage and so did his dragon whom was born form the same egg as Moonfyre... Sunfyre and Moonfyre, Aegon and Naerys, bound from birth bound to be devoted to one another till the end of time

"all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter." fate is a curious thing. viserra velaryon and aemond targaryen treat theirs as casually as flipping a coin, until they realize what it means to be born to burn together. ☀☾ crossposted on ao3. aemxfemoc. tt: ladyblackflame