Fireandblood Stories

Jesscareya "Jessica" Targaryen first of her name is the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Contented to be in the shadow of her sister, she never aspired to sit the Iron Throne. With the birth of Aemond Targaryen, Jessica felt herself being pulled to spend time with her younger step siblings. That is until Daemon and Rhaenyra decided to ward her to Dragonstone with them. What will the family ties hold when she returns to King's Landing as a woman grown. And when she reunites with her closest brother, Aemond.

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.

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.

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

In a realm split between Black and Green, one princess refuses to choose a side. Isalyn Targaryen - daughter of Daemon, rider of three dragons, and bride to the most feared prince in Westeros - walks a razor's edge between blood and duty as the Dance of the Dragons begins to tear her family apart. While the realm demands loyalty, she seeks something far more dangerous: balance. But peace is fragile in a world built on fire. As whispers of prophecy follow her and dragons darken the skies above King's Landing, Isalyn must decide what kind of queen she will become - a bridge between warring houses... or the storm that ends them all. Legacy. Betrayal. Dragons. And a girl who was never meant to survive the throne. ✦ A House of the Dragon fanfiction✦ Slow-burn tragedy • Political tension • Dragonfire & destiny✦ "From Shadow, Fire."

GOOD MEN DIE TOO, I'D RATHER BE WITH YOU Rumors whisper that she is a witch, a girl cursed with dreams that foretell the future, though in truth she is only gentle, lonely, and misunderstood. When a grand tournament is held for her sixteenth nameday, princes and knights gather beneath the falcon banners, including Valarr Targaryen, As fate quietly draws them together, Sharra begins to realize that some meetings are written long before they happen, and some dreams are impossible to escape. Valarr Targaryen x fem oc pre akotsk - s1

"You cannot frighten a Targaryen with flames. For I was born in them." *I do not own anything except me own original characters and the plots and stories I have added*

'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?

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 & 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒈 ☾⊹ ࣪ [ Akotsk x Valarr Targaryen/oc ] - 𝘖𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, these are the words of the Black Stag of Baratheon. Though my eyes have been set only once on a stag - a white hart, glorious and ethereal standing tall in front of me. ❧♛❦♛❧ {Tales of golden lines written for the Young Stag have stormed through Westeros. The long untamed Lady Meera Baratheon, named by my grandmother, with courage known to men and patience known to women. Tales of lines of suitors for my hand, beauty and persistence - Lyonel Baratheon could not justify any of it as my father. Who would have known the light in my dark eyes threatening to rip my womanhood out with a knife against my thigh at the idea of Lord Baratheon, my grandfather, tangling me to marriage with an impotent suitor to his vows as lordship. The night storm passes and by day, Valarr Targaryen, the Young Prince, with his father, Prince Baelor, are seated by the hall of Storm's End. Only one question at the eerie silence -𝑾𝒉𝒚?}

"No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her." - Hozier.

❝Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods toss a coin and the world holds its breath.❞ - A Targaryen (madness) and a Stark, (greatness) a match made in anything but heaven, said by the very gods above themselves or so the people whisper. -

oneshots/imagines for HOTD characters <3

𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

Maegelle Targaryen was wrong, as some of the people would whisper. With a dragon that was said to not be a true dragon, and a meek heart in her chest, she wished only for peace, no matter the cost. Even with the blood of the dragon in her veins, her head drives her to the brink of the war between kin. House of the Dragon season 1 -

One evening, Aemong, in dire need of clearing his head, catches a Dragonkeeper on the beach tending to Vhagar. The Queen of Dragons doesn't seem bothered by the stranger's presence. Quite the opposite. Aemond is immediately intrigued. Even more so when he discovers that the stranger is a girl who comes from the North and bears the name Snow. AEMOND TARGARYEN / F!OC MINI-SERIES HOUSE OF THE DRAGON - SEASON 1 © amourvermeil IN PROGRESS

Ragnar Lannister, fils de Jaime Lannister et de Daenerys Targaryen, vient de prendre le pouvoir du Royaume de Westeros et des Sept Couronnes suite à l'abdication de son père, pour le laisser être Roi. Du haut de ses dix sept ans, il tient le royaume en tête et ne le voue pas à l'échec. Soyez un habitant de ce monde fantastique.

(ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕊𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻ℝ𝔸𝔾𝕆ℕ) ➥𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝙕𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙧ī𝙯𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙯𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙞𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙤𝙧 ➥𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦. 𝘜𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 (𝕊𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝟙-) ᴏᴄ x ᴏᴄ

"There were 40 dragonlord houses in the Valyrian Freehold before the doom took hold of that place." "The Targaryens must have been the strongest among them." The little girl replied in her small, sweet voice. Her mother could not help but laugh at her naive viewpoint at the world. "No sweetie. On the contray, House Targaryen was of only middling power relative to the other 39 houses." The girl could not belive what was she hearing. "Then who ruled them, if not Targaryens?" "No one." "Is that even possible?" Her voice became little skeptical. "Dragons made everything possible, little one. The civilization operated as a Freehold, with all the powerful families having a say in governance. So it was not strictly speaking an empire although in many ways it behaved like one. They just didn't have a king. That's all." "Did any of them survived? Aside from Targaryens?" "Who knows?"

"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

"i would rather throw myself out of the tallest tower in the redkeep rather than marrying such a man!" The last forgotten Targaryen is not executed-she is claimed. Given to Jaime Lannister, the man who killed her father, Ravaena is forced into a marriage built on blood, betrayal, and watching eyes. But she is still a dragon. And dragons were never meant to kneel. #1 - Daenerys Targaryen (4/1/26) #1 - Fire and Blood (4/3/26) I UPDATE WEEKLY. [ male lannister / fem targaryen oc ] © 2025 aemswp