"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙥𝙩-𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝." The birth of Rhella Targaryen marked the only princess to the heir to the Iron Throne, Prince of Dragonstone, Baelor Targaryen. Along with Valarr, the young prince born minutes before her. Her hair was opposing of her twin brother, long silvery white locks that looked of shimmery moonlight against her pale complexion. Beneath lay a streak of dark brown much like her fathers. Baelor bathed in Rhella, his only daughter of mere 3 children. His love was sensible, kind, he would give the world for her at the bat of an eyelash. Something Aerion loathed. Aerion Targaryen x oc Slight Ser Duncan x oc

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

He loved her the way he believed dragons loved-by claiming, by burning, by remaking. The kind of love the Targaryens mistook for destiny. He loved her as fire loves fuel, not to warm, but to prove itself real. When she sought distance, when she asked for a softness beyond him that he did not possess, his anger took on the certainty of belief, as if she were denying him a birthright. "Daor," he said, final. No. "You were taken because you were mine to take." "Iksā nykeā." It was always mine. His jaw tightened, eyes sharp with a certainty that did not waver. "You don't get to decide what I made of you." "Dragons do not ask permission from what they claim."

Family Tree is a short story set in a modern AU, inspired by Conflagrated (available on my profile) Aerion Targaryen and Aerea Targaryen giving absolutely no one a moment of peace, but make it 2026.

The world above her is full of fire and gold, but she knows only the rhythm of survival until a single note changes everything. 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ©MONZIEE 2026.

Slow burn!! Revealed too early and claimed too quietly, Vhaella Targaryen learns that dragonblood is both a gift and a curse. Proud of her name and drawn to a dragon she was never meant to touch, she is placed within the household of Aerion Targaryen-a man bound to her by blood and forbidden from her by law. In a world ruled by fire and silence, some desires are dangerous precisely because they are unspoken.

Princess Rhaelyra Velaryon was never meant for a quiet life. Silver-haired, sharp-minded, and born of old Valyrian blood, she was promised young to Prince Aerion Targaryen - Brightflame, a man the realm fears almost as much as it reveres. To most, Aerion is unstable. Dangerous. Too proud of the dragon he believes lives inside him. But with Rhaelyra... he is something else entirely. Devoted. Possessive. Obsessed. She is the only one he listens to, the only one he cannot bear to lose - his queen, his anchor, and in his eyes, something dangerously close to divine. As they travel to the Ashford tourney, politics sharpen, rivalries rise, and watchful eyes follow their every move. Knights gather, alliances shift, and whispers about the Targaryen prince and his silver queen grow louder by the day. Yet beneath the spectacle lies a deeper tension - one neither crown nor marriage can fully contain. Because loving a dragon is never simple. And being loved like one can be even more dangerous.