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.

"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.

Fire and blood. Uncle and niece. Two dragons, bound by desire and shared blood. Daemon Targaryen × feminine

❝ 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

Warning: Feel-good fix-it with Mary Sue-adjacent main character. Valeikova's Dragon of the North, exhausted and so incredibly traumatized after dealing with a full blown civil war caused by what is essentially family drama, yearned for a fucking break, one that did not result in her having even more responsibilities on her shoulders. When letters came about a newly discovered land called "Westeros", however, she knew that things would not go her way: there was no room for a break, responsibilities sought her how lovers sought each other's arms (or did she seek them herself?). Valeikova did their research, and then as they decided that they could not just pretend Westeros doesn't exist however big or small of a threat it is, they had to send someone to impress Westeros, or preferably, intimidate it. That someone was her and she (un)happily obliged. It was the most important purpose of her position, after all. Intimidation. or A fortunately unfortunate envoy found herself caught up in the family feud of the Targaryens. Being the ever dutiful eldest daughter with zero proper childhood and a tendency to fix things she did not ruin, she decided that they should know they fucked up and are fucked up, and if they do not sort things out, she will.

Rhaya was the firstborn of Daemon Targaryen from his first disaster marriage with Rhea Royce, but the Rouge Prince never truly considered as such-not when she was the daughter of his "Bronze Bitch." A child he did not wish to have. Not with her. Even after the mysterious death of his wife, the Rouge Prince did not bother welcoming his daughter into his arms; instead, he wedded Laena Velaryon and moved out of the country to live in Pentos. Rhaya had no choice but to stay in Runestone with her cousin, Ser Gerold. His daughter hoped that he would one day send a raven to the Vale-an invitation to Pentos, an apology for never being present in her life-even a simple hello would've sufficed. But he never did. The realm took pity on the girl, naming her "the Forgotten Princess," but as she grew older into a beautiful, confident young woman, she was later known as "the Bronze Beauty." Daemon may have forgotten the value of his first daughter-but the Hightowers did not.

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.

𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙀𝙇𝙔𝙎 𝙏𝘼𝙍𝙂𝘼𝙍𝙔𝙀𝙉 tore her mother apart from the inside out. She had gotten stuck halfway from the womb, slowly eroding the bones and muscles within the young woman. Her father had been granted a choice, and in that moment the chance of a son seemed greater than his love for his wife, his Aemma. It was a decision that would haunt Viserys until his dying breath, one that would rest upon Anaelys's shoulders. Started ➞ 17th January 2023 Published ➞ 23rd January 2023 Finished ➞ Ongoing [ SLOW UPDATES ]

All it took was the birth of the youngest princess, followed by the King's unexpected favouritism and the Queen's indecisiveness and jealousy to stir chaos amongst the Greens themselves. Resulting in-one brother stealing another's wife and becoming kinslayer. That ultimately drew a wedge between Alicent Hightower and her sons. Giving Blacks the vantage they never hoped for.

"And as she wept Stars fell from her eyes." ( house of the dragon ) ( season one - season two ) ( fem!oc )

It all began with a blaze. Ahlpria D'Auvegne knew this. Divine tragedies, devastating wars, and eternal loves all shared the same fiery beginning. A shimmering spark that somehow always swelled into a raging inferno, burning everything nearby. After all, fire was relentless. However, with a burning pain consuming her from within, Ahlpria D'Auvegne decided she hated the orange hue that devoured rough logs, white candles, and bloodied bodies. She loathed fire, its glimmer and its strength. She wanted cold logs, whole candles, and living bodies. Years after the grievous loss that flooded her with a heavy, inextinguishable wrath, Ahlpria longed to see the princes again with a sharp spear driven through their throats. But when the second scion of flames sank into the water, Ahlpria D'Auvegne saw a chance. Going against the very pieces of her own game, the young woman with hair braided in rancor seized the soaked wrists of the one she hated most, watching him burn anew. In that moment, Ahlpria D'Auvegne and Lucerys Velayon kindled a blaze that, defying the strokes of Fate, waged a fierce war against the darkness and the cold winds-and that small spark was destined to set the world on fire. • annalizie, 2026 - ENGLISH VERSION! • lucerys velaryon × fem!oc. • house of the dragon.

𝓛ET 𝓣HE 𝓦ORLD 𝓑URN ─ h.p & h.o.t.d ❝ me odias, lo sé. no puedo juzgarte, porque incluso yo me odio. pero quiero que sepas, que todo, absolutamente todo lo he hecho para protegerte ❞ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 𑣲 ¡! hermione granger x merea targaryen ¡! 𑣲 fanfiction | h.p x h.o.t.d 𑣲 2026, january , rhaenyxz. 𑣲 créditos portada ; pinterest.

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.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━ in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life. or in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband's claim to the throne. And she will give due punishment to those who come against them. ❝Your reign is over.❞ ━━ ❝My reign has just begun❞ ╰┈➤ jacaerys velaryon x oc ╰┈➤house of the dragon fanfic ╰┈➤friends to lovers

Maera Velaryon second born daughter of Rhaenyra. Heir of Driftmark. The realms dream. A rouge. How would the realm take it if they found out their beloved dream happens to be a dreamer. Aemond Targaryen second born son of Alicent, queen of the 7 kingdoms. The one eyed prince. Rider of Vhagar. Or In which two second born children come together in an attempt to gain peace in the form of a betrothal. Aemond Targaryen x Maera Velaryon (oc) Started: October, 19th, 2022 Ended: not complete

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.

Maely Targaryen was a woman born of dangerous blood, her lineage tracing back to Maegor the Cruel, a name still spoken in hushed tones at court. Even King Viserys, ever gentle and eager for peace, could not wholly dismiss those fears. It was when Daemon began to grow close to Maely that the court truly stirred. Whispers followed them through the halls of the Red Keep, and every shared glance, every private word, was weighed for meaning. The court understood what Viserys feared to admit, Daemon and Maely did nothing without purpose.

ETHEREAL | ❝How horrible to be born to such a self-destructive world, always underestimating the power of a Targaryen woman.❞ ⤷ In which Daenys Targaryen was born to suffer the curse of the House Targaryen, a curse that her very own name sake had to endure. Born to change the fate of House Targaryen, the princess was born at the very crucial time where the old king slowly fell to his death. With the passing of her loving mother, Her father, King Viserys I, is forced to take second wife just months after losing his one true love. His ambitious hand's very young and easily manipulated daughter was forced to marry the king. Thus, the dance of the dragons was bound to happen eventually. Not knowing when the fates will force the beautiful princess to become someone she never would have imagined herself to be, a monster just trying to rid herself of horrid dreams. How cruel of the fates to turn families against one another. ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴀᴜ Oc x Oc ⤷ 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝟷 - 𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 ⬿ started: 31/05/2024 finished: ?

"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!