When she awoke to a new life in Westeros, Ursula Mires nearly did the smart thing. Only a year away from becoming sworn to the Faith as a septa and being free to live in relative comfort and safety in one of the more prestigious Reach cloisters, she was content with her lot in life. Her advice, slowly fed to her father over many years, had enabled her family to survive the Dance and rise in station. House Mires had its legacy secured, until tragedy struck early that winter. Now Ursula is heir to a floundering House she does not want, in a war-torn land that she must drag out of the mud. Many ladies are in her position in what maesters would later call ‘the winter of widows’.
Only Ursula knows what is coming next, and she’s not sure if her house will survive it.
Rhaenyra never expected the sight that would greet her when she entered her father's chambers that night, just like no one expected the events that would follow.
In which a girl was favored by her gods, and the fate of the world was changed because of it.
She was named Lucia Aragón once.
Lucia.
And she was born in the place of a Strong Boy meant to die. She was born in the place of the spark, the kindling and flint that began the rage of Fire across Westeros.
She is the first note to the Dance.
Or, well, she’s supposed to be. But the girl born to the Realm’s Delight had one, single thought about that:
That in her second life, Princess Lucerae Velaryon will take a note from her surname, and RUN.
what if Baelon Targaryen never died of a burst belly? Otto Hightower was never given the power he so desperately craved. Viserys was not thrown to the crown, ruining his relationship with his family and risking his wife for a son. Daemon never had to marry Rhea Royce.This story is what would have happened if Baelon had survived and never created the Great Council to decide King Jaehaerys' I heir.a daemyra fic <3
The night of Rhaenyra's wedding, she decides that she is done playing nice with Alicent Hightower.After losing Joffrey, Laenor is ready to defend his wife to the ends of the earth.
It was amazing that once she had someone by her side willing to fight for her, how she too started to fight. Once she saw someone fight for her it was like the fire that had been starting to die down was rekindled. She vowed never to let go of it again.
What could have been the worst night of her life and the catalyst of her downfall became a turning point in her path to ascension.
*Harwin dies and, after being shown the death of his children and Rhaenyra, wakes up on the night Daemon took Rhaenyra into King's Landing and is determined to do everything to ensure the past does not happen again and that his children and the woman he loves never have to experience the misery they did in his past life.
In Dragonstone, the years pass and her second life becomes more and more different from the first. Yet, Rhaenyra can't help but feel the looming of the war coming close at her heels, the shadows of those last years press against the back of her mind while she tries to father support in Westeros and divide the Green faction from the inside.
In Essos, Daemon Targaryen is a prince in exile and a king far away from his kingdom determined to discover the conspiracies that have eaten away the strength of House Targaryen.
In King's Landing, because of her husband's guilt and newfound conscience, Alicent Hightower realises she can't rely only on tradition or precedent and takes the future of her children and the ambitions of her House into her own hands.
After a disastrous dinner, Aegon and Rhaenyra have a well-needed conversation.
Edit: I am writing this fic simply for the fun of it. Arguments between team black and team green in the comments are kind of ruining this for me and will therefore be deleted!
A fallen prince is found on the shore of the God's Eye lake just as the region's new overlord arrives at the nearby cursed castle with his natural daughter. Together, the three will scheme to restore a dead house and seek vengeance against those that should be, but it will be a long and perilous journey to gain the friends necessary to achieve their goals, while questioning if those they've considered friends from the start can truly be trusted.
Fan praise for Sing the Sun in Flight:-I freaking love this!!! I would hit kudos thousands of times.-Did I ever think I needed a Sansa/Aemond fic? No! Does your fantastic writing tell me I absolutely do? Yes!-I absolutely love how you write Sansa and aemond! You’re such a talented author!! I’m a fan!-This story is so freaking good! Addictive even.-I love what a good writer can do with all the delicious opportunities the world of GRRM creates!!!!-Kudos to your skill at making internal and external dialogue both entertaining and plot moving-I was super sceptical about this ship, but I'm loving this story so far, as I always do with your fics.-The AU I didn’t know I needed!!!
On the day Aemond lost an eye, he was but thirteen namedays old, whilst his darling nephew was merely ten, yet there was blood on that sweet boy's hands. Rather than allowing such a thing to go unpunished, both Blacks and Greens suffer a lose that unites them.
Whilst Criston Cole is banished from the crownlands for the entirety of his life and stripped of his titles, Lucerys is banished from King's Landing and Dragonstone until the king seems him worthy to return.
Eight years later, Corlys returns with the prodigal son in tow. No one expected for Lucerys to grow into such a violent thing and neither did they expect for him to follow in his mother's footsteps and claim a Hightower as his best friend.
But eight years is long. With war in his veins and blood staining his hands, Lucerys has changed. For better or for worse, Aemond does not know.
Aegon II Targaryen earned the chance to change the fate of his family and stop the Dance of the Dragons. The Gods of Old Valyria have very little faith in him with the exception of the one who created the Dragons in the first place. Now the only question is will he be able to do it?
This is primarily a team green fanfic but besides a short few, it's also team black friendly
When Daemon Targaryen found himself crowned King, his first real decision was to make sure his niece was safe. If it meant putting her in a tower - then so be it. Little did he know back then how much he would enjoy keeping their life a secret - even when it no longer involved just her.
Predictably, Luke immediately tries to turn him away. “Aemond, wh-what are you doing?!” The boy - who’s a man now, in truth - exclaims as he gets himself comfortable. This close, Luke’s scent of firewood and cedar is easy to pick up and delightfully appealing.
Aemond cocks his head as he stares at him. “Isn’t it obvious?” He asks coyly. “I’m settling into my new place.”
“Your new…” the young alpha looks as though he’s seen a ghost, “Your new place? And that’s on top of me?”
The omega shrugs. “On top of you, underneath you… Around you, while you bury yourself inside me… Whatever way you desire to have me, nephew.”
(Or, Lucerys is the Lord of Harrenhal and Aemond is scheming).
If asked to name her worst decision, Aemma Arryn would, without hesitation, say it was marrying Viserys Targaryen.
If asked to name her best decision, Aemma Arryn would, without hesitation, say it was divorcing Viserys Targaryen.
While the Targaryens are busy ruling Westeros, the smallfolk keep their draconic overlords fed, watered, and clothed.
(A non-chronological anthology of servant/smallfolk POVs as they interact with the Targs.)
rhaenyra wakes up during a holiday party intoxicated by the scent on her uncle's coat.
aka
how daemon doused his coat in pheromone enhancers to force his niece's heat so he can take her as his own.
I saw on a tiktok a post about if Viserys had a sister he would have married her and the dance wouldn't have happened, so here is female Daemon.
Daena is a woman that carries the Targaryen name, so she knew her faith was to be queen.