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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖊𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖕 𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 When Lucerys Velaryon closed her eyes for the last time, she'd already made peace with death. When Jacaerys Velaryon felt his bond with his sister on the verge of shattering, he fought through excruciating pain until his heart gave out in an attempt to prevent it from happening. Neither knew that their feats would prevent their souls from resting. As two lives ended in a universe, two new ones began in another, and the former siblings were reborn as Aemma Harriet Potter and Neville Longbottom. ( EAT YOUR YOUNG ━ HOTD & HP ) PHILOSOPHER'S STONE: DH ━ BOOK ONE cover credit | Unlock-Your-Mind layout credit | @mandaloreos ©grndelwald | 2024. © All Rights Reserved

The People's Princess, Daenys Targaryen must cast aside the wishes of those around her in order to pave her own path through the realm. When the dance of the dragons begin, Daenys isn't only a princess anymore, she's a weapon. She must burn away any fear and be reborn in the fire. i will be STRONGLY referencing daemyra, and if you don't like it than kick rocks! PLEASE DONT BE A GHOST READER, AND TIPS, ADVICE AND IDEAS ARE STRONGLY ENCOURAGED jacaerys x oc updates x2 per week

𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓷-𝓸𝓻-𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓸𝔂 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻...

THE TRUE BLOOD OF THE DRAGON|No ano de 83 D.C., a Princesa Alyssa Targaryen sobreviveu ao parto de dois filhos gêmeos: o Príncipe Aemon Targaryen e a Princesa Rhaelle Targaryen. Desde o nascimento, os gêmeos foram considerados especiais. A Rainha Alysanne Targaryen presenteou cada um deles com um ovo de dragão vindo dos antigos ninhos de Pedra do Dragão. Os ovos chocaram no mesmo instante que foi posto ao berço, Do ovo de Rhaelle nasceu Néftis, a Rainha Branca. Do ovo de Aemon nasceu Azrael, o Imperador Preto. Enquanto os irmãos mais velhos, Viserys e Daemon, seguiam caminhos diferentes, os gêmeos tornaram-se inseparáveis. Daemon encontrou neles os únicos companheiros que compreendiam sua natureza rebelde. Mas a felicidade da família terminou em 85 D.C., quando Alyssa morreu após dar à luz o pequeno Aegon. Anos depois, o Rei Jaehaerys I decidiu que Rhaelle deveria se casar com Jason Lannister para fortalecer os laços entre o Trono de Ferro e Rochedo Casterly. Rhaelle recusou. E respondeu da única forma que conhecia. Montada em Néftis, ela sobrevoou Rochedo Casterly e reduziu metade da fortaleza a cinzas. Na mesma noite, Aemon desapareceu ao seu lado. Os dois dragões sumiram. E durante décadas Westeros acreditou que eles estavam mortos. Anos depois, durante uma noite que jamais deveria ter acontecido, Daemon Targaryen e sua sobrinha, a Princesa Rhaenyra Targaryen, compartilharam uma paixão proibida, Dessa única noite nasceram duas meninas. Visenya e Rhaenys. Por medo do escândalo, o nascimento foi mantido em segredo. Mas antes que Rhaenyra pudesse sequer segurar suas filhas nos braços, as recém-nascidas desapareceram. Roubaram as crianças. Roubaram seus ovos de dragão. Roubaram seu destino. As meninas foram levadas para um local desconhecido. Para Daemon.

This a series of some of my favorite one shots I've written on my Tumblr. I mainly write Aegon and Aemond one shots but there's a sprinkle of other characters. (Ongoing as I write more one shots)

My soul is raging and my knuckles are bloody. Forgive me. Forgive me. a hotd fanfiction gwayne hightower x fem! oc.

A secret pregnancy, concealed from the realm, gives birth to Daenaera. Hidden away in Oldtown, she grew beneath the watchful eyes of the Faith, rather than her own family. Raised by the Septa, instead of her own mother. Frail, abused, and taught to believe herself unworthy, she found sweet solace in a forbidden love and unwavering devotion to the Faith of the Seven. As the Dance of the Dragons loomed closer, the whispers at the back of her nape grew louder and more demanding, forcing her to question her own fate supposedly written out entirely by the Gods. But they seemed unwilling to abandon her yet, sending the Realm's most grotesque dragon, tied to her path with an eerie habit of appearing when death drew near. While uncanny encounters with a nameless wanderer, distant shadows in the ocean, a passing beggar, and a great black stallion, left some wonder if the Stranger himself had taken an unusual interest in the Princess the Realm wasn't supposed to know about. Whether she is the salvation of House Targaryen, or the spark of its demise remains a mystery, a fate only scribed by the Gods themselves. But what becomes of a girl the Gods refuse to let die?

They call him the 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗗𝗼𝗴. A Stark who serves as Helaena Targaryen's sworn shield. The realm calls him a traitor, the Greens distrust him, the Blacks despise him, and yet he refuses to leave her side. Through the Dance of the Dragons, Connan Stark learns that protecting Helaena's life may be easier than protecting his own heart. Connan has spent his life serving no cause but his own. Charming when it suits him, insufferably arrogant when it doesn't, he has never believed in destiny, duty, or love. He finds himself caught between rival queens and a princess who haunts his every thought. The realm calls him traitor. Both sides question his loyalties. Yet through every tragedy, he remains where he has always sworn to be, at Helaena's side. And when the gods finally come to collect their debts, Connan discovers that saving Helaena may cost him everything.

The Evening Star House of the Dragon × Harry Potter The stars have always spoken to Asteria. They warned her when kingdoms would fall, when dragons would die, and when souls were destined to leave the world. For centuries, she has walked beside kings, dragons, and death itself. Immortal. Forgotten. Watching history unfold exactly as fate intended. Until Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen calls to her without ever speaking a word. Drawn back to King's Landing after decades away, Asteria arrives with one hundred loyal Dornish guards, an ancient serpent, and a dragon born beneath the stars. But she does not return for war alone. King Viserys Targaryen has only hours left to live. Rhaenyra stands alone against an entire court determined to strip her son of his birthright. And the Dance of the Dragons is about to begin. Some deaths are woven into fate. Others... Can still be changed. As old loyalties are tested, forgotten love is given one final goodbye, and ancient magic awakens beneath the stars, Asteria must decide how much of history she is willing to rewrite. History remembers dragons. History remembers fire. History remembers blood. But history never counted on the Evening Star. ✦ House of the Dragon × Harry Potter Female Harry Potter / Mistress of Death AU History remembers dragons. History remembers fire. History remembers blood. But history never counted on the Evening Star. Female Harry Potter | OC Harry | Mistress of Death | Rhaenyra Wins | Dragons | Magic | Political Intrigue | Found Family

{ UPDATE! For those new or returning, this story is getting a rewrite. It's currently in the works, but some parts are published and ready to be read. It's more organized, concise, with different character arcs and plot points. If you continue to read this version, please be aware -- it's not good. I am not as proud of this work as I once was, and I've improved as an author significantly. This version will not, nor ever be, updated to fit the events for season 3 or 4 of House of the Dragon. However, draft two, known as "Unholiness Legacy", WILL be updated to fit those events and storylines. } (18+ Mature Content) A secret pregnancy, hidden from the Realm, produces a daughter of pure Fire and Blood. Forced to succumb to silence, shipped off to Oldtown, raised by a High Septa instead of her own mother. Is her true identity the key to the Dance of Dragons, or will she be the demise of House Targaryen? Daenaera was a sickly infant, abused and groomed into believing she deserved the treatment; until she forged a forbidden love with an awfully distant 'sibling'. Her true, innocent, being is called to charge, where her fate remains undecided by the Gods. It's as if they wish a greater purpose for her, sending the largest, cruelest, and brutish of dragons to guide her journey throughout the terrors the Dance of Dragons curates. {Storylines may be canon, and/or untrue to the books & series} {TW: ocxoc, religious trauma, angst, violence, general themes of ASOIAF, heavy smexual & smut material. this is your warning!!}

Summary: Frustrated by The Long Night's ending, the gods realize to win, they have to go back to where all went wrong. They decide to sent the man they deem guilty of it all to fix his mistakes. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° [Time Travel/Fix it Daemyra AU, Eventual Smut, Multi POV, Viserys travels back in time to prevent The Dance of Dragons. Spanish version coming soon.] No Beta Read crossposted from AO3

For almost her entire life, Daella Targaryen has lived as Mellara Rivers, the bastard daughter of Arnold Arryn and cupbearer of Lady Jeyne Arryn. First and trueborn daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, Daella had but slight contact with her family to protect her existence from the prying hands of the Queen and her pawns. Now, however, that storm is brewing and her mother has retreated to the safety of Dragonstone, she has bidden her only daughter to return to her. The journey to Dragonstone, however, does not go as planned and soon Daella ends up in the hands of the Hightowers, where she must play the game. ∿ House of the Dragon AU ∿ Aemond Targaryen ∿ Slow/irregular updates ∿ Cover by selyxe

༻| 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈 |༺ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲.❞- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦-𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯. When fate intervenes and entwines the bastard spare daughter of Rhaenys Targaryen with the Rogue Prince. 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐲𝐬 (𝐎𝐂) | 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏| ── •✧• ── ⋆⋅༻✦༺⋅⋆ ── •✧• ── 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 [𝟖 𝐀𝐮𝐠 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ~ ] ©ixfixite_ | 2024

═══════════════ 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓪𝓻. ═══════════════ ⟹house of the dragon fanfiction ⟹𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗄，aemond targaryen x oc

𝘐𝘯 𝟧𝟦 𝘈𝘊, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘧𝘺𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝟣𝟩𝟤 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 before 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯. In 112 AC Rhaenyra Targaryen birthed her oldest child. A girl, during a wild snowstorm. The first to ever hit the Red Keep. And on that same day, a large wild dragon dropped from the sky; scales of ink and eyes of pure ice. An ice dragon that chose Visera Targaryen, only a newborn babe, as his rider.

Perdoa-me mãe, pois eu pequei. Eu menti, manipulei e traí, mais a pior parte disso... Eu não me arrependo. 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

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Hogwarts, 1938. A castle alive with secrets. A House built on legacy. And a year that will mark the beginning of something far darker than childish games. The newest generation of Slytherins arrives - heirs of ancient families with names that hold power like spells: Nott, Black, Berkshire... and the Riddles. Tom Riddle's quiet brilliance already draws eyes, while his younger brother Matteo commands attention through his reckless charm. Lorenzo Berkshire moves with the poise of aristocracy, Theodore Nott watches from the shadows, and Regulus Black carries the heavy expectations of the Black name. But all eyes are on Selene Berkshire, the half-blood who never should have worn green. Blonde, defiant, and Lorenzo's half-sister, her very existence is a stain on Slytherin's bloodlines. Whispers follow her through the dungeons - yet power has a strange way of blooming where no one expects it. As the first-years navigate rivalries, alliances, and the unspoken rules of Slytherin's game, they discover that Hogwarts isn't just about learning magic - it's about survival. In the shadows of the castle, venomous whispers grow louder, and the first pieces of a dangerous game are set in motion. And every serpent knows: once the game begins, there's no escape.