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.

Gaelson Targaryen is Kings Viserys eldest daughter and she is the reason why the Dance of Dragons never happen

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.

"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.

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 ]

❝ 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

Vendetta di Angelo is the daughter of Maria di Angelo as well as the older sister to Nico and Bianca di Angelo. She is protective over he siblings and will do anything to protect them. When she was visiting her father in hell she met Laena who had died from childbirth. She makes a deal with the girl telling her she can revive her if she takes her away from Camp Half-blood. Laena agrees eagerly and eventually they head back to Laena's home. When they got there everyone watched as the princess they thought had died, walked past them. "Mother, father." Laena said, and her parents both look up and stare at their daughter who they thought, to be dead. "L-Laena. . ." Rhaenys stuttered. "Hi, mother." Laena said with a smile. "H-how are you alive?" Corlys asks. "My friend, Vendetta." Laena said as Vendetta walked in and stood next to Laena. "How can you do that?" Rhaenys asks. "I'm a demigod which means my father is Hades god of the underworld and my mother is human. I'm able to resurrect the dead." Vendetta answered before she felt someone hug her tightly. "Thank you." Rhaenys said with tears in her eyes.

In this fanfiction, Lucerys Velaryon dies at Storm's End but is mysteriously sent back in time and awakens in the body of Daenys Targaryen in ancient Valyria. Meanwhile, the characters from House of the Dragon watch magical visions showing Valyria at its peak-its powerful dragonriders, massive cities, and many dragons. As they watch, Lucerys/Daenys begins to see dreams of the coming Doom and must decide whether to change history or ensure the Targaryens survive. 🐉

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.

This is the story of how Davina prevents the Dance of the Dragons from affecting her home, protecting her children from being drawn into war. Her strength and love for her husband and children continue to bring Dorne to the height of power alongside the blood of the Dragon.

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

🖇️ - ❝ 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

In an alternate version of House of the Dragon, Lucerys Velaryon is born a girl-Princess Lucerya Velaryon, daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Unknown to everyone, she carries the mysterious and powerful Elder Blood, the same ancient power possessed by Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon. During the storm at Storm's End, when Aemond Targaryen pursues her through the skies, Lucerya's hidden power awakens. Instead of dying, she vanishes between worlds. Years later, the people of Westeros are mysteriously gathered and forced to watch visions revealing the truth of her fate. They witness Lucerya's journey across worlds, her brutal training, her battles against monsters, and the awakening of the immense power flowing through her veins. As the visions unfold, allies and enemies alike realize the terrifying truth: The lost princess of Dragonstone is no longer just a dragonrider. She is the Child of Elder Blood, a being capable of shaping the fate of worlds.

❝ 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.

"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!

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.

Theresa Hightower wed at thirteen to the widowed King Viserys I grows into a quiet pillar of the Red Keep and a devoted protector of Princess Rhaenyra. Yet beneath courtly vows a forbidden bond with Prince Daemon kindles. Betrayal war and grief shatter the realm until enemies become sovereigns together. *Fanfict House of the dragons.*

In which Alyssa Targaryen gives birth to twins in 81 AC. The timeline will never be the same, for such a small thing has large ripples. For there is not only just the Rogue Prince, but the Rogue Princess. I do not own House of the Dragons, nor any characters other then my OC's. Nor do I own the aesthetics used or the cover.