In the shadow of dragons and fire, two twins were born to House Targaryen. Daemon - the restless prince with a sword in hand. And Daelyra - his twin. But the bond they shared was more than blood. A forbidden tie, a danger to the throne.

𝐁𝐲 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍

In the shadowed halls of Winterfell, the Starks guard a secret: a girl with silver-white hair concealed by dye and violet eyes. | Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction | Ice & Fire Romance | Canon-Compliant AU with Original Female Character x Aerion Targaryen x Valarr Targaryen |

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.

Cast out for sins not her own, Valora Royce Targaryen rose from silence with fire in her veins and steel in her soul. Not born to be remembered- Born to make them remember. #1 - RheaRoyce (6/13/25) #1 - Vale (6/25/25) #1 - Game of Thrones (6/27/25) #1 - Royce (6/28/25) #1 - Jacaerys (6/29/25) #1 - Targaryen (6/30/25) #1 - House of the Dragon (7/8/25) #1 - Daemon (8/6/25) #1 - Aegon (8/12/25) #1 - Alternate Universe (8/20/25) #1 - Rhaenyra Targaryen (8/20/25) #1 - Dragon Princess (8/30/25) #1 - Aemond Targaryen (10/8/25) #1 - Runestone (10/12/25) #1 - Eyrie (10/12/25) [ targaryen oc / against the realm ] © 2025 aemswp

"Perhaps I was meant to burn alone in this world." Aelyna Targaryen, the realms terror. Her life had been nothing but one great tragedy. War has loomed over her head since the minute she breathed air. [Cregan Stark] house of the dragon au

"Prince Oberyn." "I see my reputation precedes me." "Well, I would be a fool not to recognize the man who has fucked half of Westeros." "A fool you are not, it appears. Nonetheless, I confess it is good to be known," he told her as he grabbed a goblet of wine from a nearby servant's tray and brought it to his lips. "As you know who I am, might I enquire after your identity, my lady?" Ilyn took the wine goblet from his hand and stared up at him from over the glass with large doe eyes as she answered innocently, "The woman who has fucked the other half." [oberyn martell x oc] [game of thrones season 4] started: may 14, 2021 completed: august 14, 2021 Cover art credit: beautifmind Note: there will be some minor timeline changes, and characters who died in the show may or may not die.

he watched her with a quiet desperation, an intensity that bordered on obsession, bound to her by a connection forged at birth yet torn apart by an unbridgeable chasm. to him, she was a blazing flame, alive and radiant, while he was a dying ember, invisible and forgotten, doomed to linger in her periphery. every moment with her only reminded him that their shared beginning was a cruel joke, that he was fated to witness her brilliance from afar, forever eclipsed, forever alone. house of the dragon season 1 - ? female oc x aegon targaryen ii x slightly aemond targaryen

A Tangled-esque retelling incorporating a female OC x Cregan Stark. Oc is NOT a self-insert. At 2 , Aelora Velaryon was beloved by all. Including those outside of her own family. The heir to be, a beautiful Velaryon with long, flowing golden hair, she was the light of the court, Rhaenyra's little flower. She had to be, given that Rhaenyra nearly died while pregnant. It was that which made her a prime target for the plot for a rise in rank. A rash, silly thing. A dare more than anything. And yet, Aelora Velaryon finds herself stolen from her cradle on horseback going North with no one but a strange man to provide comfort. Aelora knows nothing of the life she is supposed to have lived. She knows only of her father keeping her safe in her tower and those lights. The lights she has begged to see every nameday since she could remember. Yet her father has kept her in that tower through fear of the unknown, forcing Aelora to see them only from afar. Until one day, that changes. When a lordling from a Northern house is chased into her tower by a group of wildings. Suddenly, that dream doesn't seem so far away. Perhaps Aelora will get everything she ever wanted after all.

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.