Prince Aemon Targaryen, the eldest son of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, becomes the true leader of the Greens during the Dance of the Dragons. Unlike his reckless brothers, Aemon is calm, intelligent, honorable, and a brilliant dragonrider. While Rhaenyra fights to claim the Iron Throne, Aemon wages a ruthless but strategic war to save the realm from destruction. After defeating Rhaenyra, he refuses to rule through fear. Instead, he rebuilds Westeros, reconciles the great houses, keeps peace with his surviving family, and becomes remembered as Aemon the Golden King, the greatest king in Targaryen history. He later marries a noble princess from a powerful foreign kingdom, creating an age of prosperity called The Golden Dragon Peace.

When Aera Targaryen was named queen by Robert Baratheon, she wasn't the queen Westeros expected - but she was one that they needed. Blunt and uninterested in politics, Aera's rules were anything but traditional. Her council were full of old men, lords, citizens, and mischievous children who've formed their own court. Between interrupted court meetings by children to whispered rumors and complains, the seven kingdoms quickly realize one thing: You can't tame a storm. And you sure as the Seven can't control a dragon that was raised by fire and love. !This story sets before 'Game of Thrones', from 281 till the beginning of the series.! Oberyn Martell x fem!oc x Renly Baratheon Platonic! Game of Thrones x fem!oc Begin: May. 29th, 2025 Finish: xx Available on ao3 and tumblr! 3k reads - 1. Juli 2025 6.5k reads - 1. August 2025 8.89k reads - 1. September 2025 10.1k reads - 1. October 2025 14.1k reads - 1. November 2025 15.9k reads - 2. December 2025 18.1k reads - 1. January 2026 22.4k reads - 1. February 2026 25.8k reads - 1. March 2026 28.3k reads - 6. April 2026 (Best)Highest rankings: 1# crack - 29. Dez. 2025 2# daenerystargaryen - 4. Jan. 2026 1# got - 7. Jan. 2026

The older twin of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, you were a picture of the maiden, untouched and untainted by man's sins. At least, that was what Alicent Hightower believed when she held you in her arms moments after her old friend's labors. You were her shining light, her dream. Though you were never hers, she believed you were meant to be. What will become of you as time passes and the Queen's shining light grows within the blackened darkness? Will her eldest son's morbid fascination with the light burn the realm? Or will her second son's obsession with the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen change the course of the Seven Kingdoms as we know it? "I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart; My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come." ☆☆☆☆ All House of the Dragon/A Song of Ice and Fire warnings apply, but I will put specific ones with each chapter. However, there will be depictions of childhood sexual assault and the trauma response/coping mechanisms that can stem from it. You've been warned. The reader does have a name and the typical Targaryen/Strong features, but other than that, the descriptions are vague.

Tywin Lannister was a man who was tough to love and even tougher to be loved. Even his deceased wife sometimes had a hard time. And yet, there seemed to be a single, unique woman as the sole exception. Josephine has been by Tywin's side since his younger days, before the lion's marriage, bound to him in more ways than one. After Joanna's death, she was sent away for years but vowed to return when he truly needed her...and he did, during the War of the Five Kings.

One lie. One child. One kingdom forever changed. On the night Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen swore before gods and men that nothing had happened between her and Prince Daemon, she carried a secret no one-not even she-knew existed. Born into whispers and raised as the daughter of Laenor Velaryon, the firstborn princess grows to become the heart of House Targaryen. As old rivalries threaten to divide the realm, she refuses to let ambition destroy the family she loves. In a world where history expected fire and blood, perhaps all it ever needed was one dragon willing to choose peace. An alternate universe where the Dance of the Dragons never comes to pass, old Valyria's traditions endure, and House Targaryen remains united.

The dragons were dead. The blood of the dragon ran thin. But in the veins of Daena Blackfyre, the fire never went out. An exile with the scent of Eastern Cities on her skin and the shroud of a fallen rebellion in her shadow, Daena has spent a lifetime turning her scars into a suit of armour. Yet, she does not return to Westeros to claim a throne, but to harvest a debt. She is a woman of mystery, whispers and secrecy. A mistress of compacts and blood rites. In a world of loud men, she is the silent architect of ruin, a weaver of fates who knows that the world is merely a web and will is the hand that pulls the strings. And the will of the Gods must be followed. But even a weaver can be ensnared. In Prince Aerion Targaryen, she finds her mirror and her match, a man of wildfire and madness who seeks to own the very shadow that haunts him. He is the entitlement she despises and the fire she craves. Bound first by blood and courtly nearness and later by something far more perilous, their fates coil together like twin strands of smoke. A match that threatens to incinerate both West and East. A flame that will consume the very line of succession. A flame perfect to burn the woods and pave the path for The One to walk. ⪻────∘☽𖤓☾∘────⪼ The slow-burn is gonna burn so be prepared!!! There is lots of political drama, heavy religious themes, complex and dark romance, mature topics and things readers may find distressing!!

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

When the family of Aegon the Conqueror came from the old Valyria, they brought with them a small group of people. A family with no name but with a single gift that made them stand out against any other...Dragon tongue. Valyrian magic runs through their veins, and their abilities are highly regarded by dragon riders. However, as the years passed, the family started to shrink for many tried to imprison and use their abilities for selfish reasons... until there was only 1 left ///////////////////////------------/////////////////// Naelys had been a fugitive of her captors along with her mother for many years. When her mother was killed by the same captors, she took flight with her new companion and didn't stop until both, the once-enslaved dragon and her collapsed. Their tired and beaten bodies were found close to King's Landing and were brought under the protection of King Viserys. This is how her story truly starts... when she woke up and punched Daemon Targaryen in the face.

"Not all men are meant to dance with dragons." Vhelda is a child whose identity must remain a secret. She is raised on Dragonstone by Dragon Keepers, before leaving for King's Landing to become one of them. Between the violence of the capital, the tensions growing within the Red Keep, her life as a Dragon keeper, and the attention of a Targaryen Prince, will she be able to keep her secrets and fulfil her duty ? Daemon Targaryen x fem OC Weekly updates Does not follow the storyline Trigger Warning : Mature content, curse words, depiction of violence (abuse, death, torture) and drinking, SMUT (sexual explicit scenes), Targcest ... Disclaimer : The characters, the universe and the main plot belongs to GRR Martin, HBO, and Warner Bros Studios

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.