"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

She was not the heir. She was not the warrior. She was not the dreamer. They call her the Rose of the Realm🌹 Jessaena Targaryen is the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, but unlike her brothers and sister, she was born with hair of the coloring of both her parents. Auburn streaked with silver at the ends... an extraordinary combination that had never been seen, spoken of, or dreamed of in the history of House Targaryen. She became her mother's pride as soon as she was born and from the moment kingdom saw her, whispers spread through the court: this child, they said, was a living testament to a unity the realm had never known. But the truth is... the court is no place for unity... nor love. In a world that is getting closer and closer to war, trust becomes fragile and danger is always near. Jessaena will learn that blood may bind... but it can also destroy. This is the story of Jessaena Targaryen. This is Blood of the Queen. 🏆 #1 in Aemond Targaryen (18/11/25) 🏆#1 in Team Green (19/11/25)

When King Daeron the Good sends Prince Baelor Targaryen to Highgarden for the tournament that is to decide who gets Maria Tyrell's hand, no one expects the visit to change the fate of three lives. Baelor finds in Maria a girl who sees beyond the prince, the heir, and the burden of duty. Maria finds in him a loving witness for everything she wishes to be. And Lyonel Baratheon, wild, loyal, and with time impossible to ignore, becomes not the storm she once feared, but one that refuses to let her disappear into the life chosen for her. As years go by, love, marriage, duty, scandal, and power bind them together in ways none of them can escape. As old decisions begin to bleed into the future of the Reach and the Iron Throne, Maria must learn what it means to be daughter, wife, mother, heir and above else - herself. What once seemed sacred must mature into life stripped from fantasy. And for it to happen, a lot of it has to die. Duty that once stand in their way is the very thing that must bind them together. A story of impossible love, political consequence, loyalty, womanhood, and the bitter truth that all three of them have to learn the hard way - one need not intend harm to do it. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney). *The idea is that it will be a very long one so bare that in mind *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

In the summer of 209 AC, the great Tourney at Ashford Meadow draws knights, princes, and stormlords from across the Seven Kingdoms. Among them is Lady Myla Caron - young widow of Estermont, mother to a set of twins used to being adored, and entirely too accustomed to men ruining themselves for her. She has not seen Prince Baelor Targaryen in years. Nor Lyonel Baratheon. Unfortunately for everyone involved, neither man has forgotten her. And Ashford is far too warm a place for old feelings, wounded pride, and dangerous affections.

"It's my duty, my God-given birthright and my crown." - Mary, Queen of Scots In which Valyria Targaryen returns to the Red Keep and becomes a key player in the game for the Iron Throne. ....or.... In which there isn't a person in the Seven Kingdoms that the Realm's Jewel loves to hate more than the Rogue Prince || HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AU||

A runaway princess. A humble hedge knight. She hides her name. He hides his doubts. But when fate takes them to Ashford, secrets blaze to the surface. One wears no crown. The other never asked for one. In a realm of dragons, will fire save them-or burn them both? (COMING SOON)

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

Lya Baratheon is the oldest and only biological child of Cersei Lannister and Robert Baratheon, but unlike her younger brother she is kind and gentle, the epitome of a princess and is prepared for the day she is sent off to marry a young lord. But come the death of Jon Arryn and the eventual death of her father, the war for the Iron Throne begins and Lya might just have the closest legitimate claim, ahead of her brother, sister and even her uncles. Then again there's the forgotten Targaryen princess across the sea and the young wolf in the North. How could a true born Baratheon change the tide in a deadly war. Game of Thrones OC There will be spoilers ofc Lya Baratheon x [wait and see] not complete

ON HOLD , I am currently revising and changing a few parts in the story I didn't particularly like. Aenyra Targaryen is the first born and one true heir of her mother Rhaenyra Targaryen, growing up Aenyra and her uncle Aemond become nearly inseparable, eventually causing the friendship to evolve into a deep undeniable love. Despite the two being torn apart from each other due to family betrayals and wrongdoings. Their passion reignites when they finally reunite. Will their love conquer the shadows of the past, or will the weight of their families mistakes keep them apart forever? Aemond Targaryen fanfic MATURE CONTENT 18+🔥 Childhood friends to lovers MAJOR SMUT WARNING 🥵 T/W : blood/ gore, death, miscarriages, Strong language, strong sexual content , drama, cheating, physical assault . Ranks #1 in lovers 1/25/25 #1 in Helena 12/15/24 #1 in Aegon 1/28/25 #1 in Aemond 2/9/25 #1 in hotd 3/31/25 #1 in game of thrones 7/13/25 #1 in daemon targaryen 7/15/25

"Let us raise our cups to this Farce!" Spoke Princess Aemma loud, she had gotten to her feet, a false smile ejected onto her features, she raised her cup high and slammed the cup to the table before angrily sitting back down. She could atleast show the people in the hall that she would forevermore stand on her mothers side. Aemma would refuse to let the Hightowers sketch a different store and in that very moment, she swore revenge. Aemma Velaryon Targaryen, the secondborn child and firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, born with bright purple eyes and hair white as snow, is wilder than her own mother at her age. She seems a dragon hard to tame, trouble finds her easily, yet she holds the cunning mind of a Targaryen with an edge of self destruction. Aemma quickly strikes up a kinship with Aemond Targaryen, both of them feeling like they don't fit in, dragonless, though their ambitions and dreams seem to erupt into fire that may burn both their heads off. NOTE I AM Publishing the first few chapters without Grammar and spelling corrections /edits but these will be done soon! :)