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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.

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

If Rhaenyra was as cruel as they said, Alicent would have never stood a chance.

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.

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!!!

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.

Sansa felt a tear slide down her cheek. She had lived through it all. It was real. Her family was dead. She was dead. The Night King had won and stolen the living on his own cruel whims. Sansa had seen, clear as day, the army of the undead marching for Winterfell. Sansa had heard the screams, seen the stone painted with blood. Sansa remembered her father’s head on a spike, the tears she shed for her mother and dead brothers. What kind of gods would gift her that kind of nightmare? “If they were truly dead, why would it be me greeting you in the between?” Lyanna whispered. Sansa’s eyes widened at this. She looked back at the weirwood tree, and a soft lullaby echoes through the wind.

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.)

Winter is here.The dragons are reborn.As are the White Walkers.The army of the North marches to meet the oldest enemy one last time, to save themselves and the future generations.

A couple from different worlds, their families bound by tragedy, learn whether love will conquer all.

Arya and her girlfriend Bellegere have been together for years and want to have a baby. They decide on IVF and when Belle suggests asking Jon to be the donor, it makes perfect sense to Arya, since the baby would be related to both of them, Jon looks so much like her, and the four kids he's had with his wife Daenerys are proof of his virility. When Daenerys suggests that they save themselves the extraordinary expense of IVF, though, and just do it the old fashioned way, it reawakens feeling Arya buried years ago and leads the four of them down a path of absolute debauchery.

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.