After her mother's death, Vanora's estranged father comes to her rescue. She quickly realizes that having Daemon Targaryen as a father isn't easy. But the hardest part isn't the etiquette lessons or even the endless pressure to prove herself worthy to her father. For Vanora, the most difficult thing is trying not to fall in love with Aemond Targaryen before it's too late. Had she known what was to come, Vanora would have stayed in the Vale. Aemond Targaryen/Targaryen!OC

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 )

Daughter of Daemon and rhaenyra Targaryen, Visenya was born few days after night attack otto and alicent launched on them. Daemon slayed 50 men before getting on the dragon to take the family to Pentos. His injuries are so bad, he went unconscious leaving rhaenyra to face the battles of life alone. It's just an imagination. I don't own any copyright for this story.

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.

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is done watching from the stands. Betrothed to a cruel cousin and suffocated by court, she disguises herself as a mystery knight to ride in the Ashford Tourney. With her loyal brother as her only ally, Rhaelle gambles everything for a taste of freedom and a chance to choose her own fate, and perhaps, her own love, in a world that has already decided both for her.

"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."

"The White Queen truly saved our dynasty, did she not? It just took us a while to realize it. But she did." - Queen Regnant Aelora I, the Architect. In 97 AC, Aemma Arryn delivers twins. Two daughters are born, the younger innocent and the elder with memories of a life long past. The elder would forever go down in history as the White Queen, with fire in her veins and magic burning in her eyes.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! ⋮ ❪ 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘥 ❫ ↳ ❝ ──there has never lived a stark who forgot an oath ──and with house stark, the north will follow. ❞ -── ❪ asoiaf ❫ ── 𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤 ❪ house of the dragon series x asoiaf ❫ ──────────── 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 | ©𝗳𝗹𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗳𝘆

🐉The Dragon's Jewel Book Two🐉 The vows have been spoken. The fire has chosen. Once, Serenya Targaryen remembered another life - one where her family fell to ruin, her mother died in pain, and the house of the dragon tore itself apart. She remembers the war, the ashes, the endless grief. But that was another lifetime. Now, reborn into the world she once only watched burn, Serenya has rewritten the story. Aemma still lives. Rhaenyra smiles again. And Daemon, the rogue prince destined for madness, has found peace in her. Their wedding bound them in gods and flame, their dragons roaring as witnesses to a love both ancient and new. Yet peace in the realm of fire is fragile. As King Viserys's health wanes and the court begins to whisper, alliances shift like molten steel. The Velaryons grow wary, the Hightowers sharpen their smiles, and old ghosts rise from the shadows of the past Serenya thought she had changed. With Daemon at her side and Emberion in the skies, Serenya must face the truth of what she's done - and what it means to challenge destiny itself. Because even a dragon cannot fly without wings made of both light and shadow. The world has been rewritten. But fate has not forgotten how the story was meant to end.

In the bloody realm of Westeros, a dark and dramatic tale unfolds. The young daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen, burdened with a legacy of power and betrayal, returns to the ominous streets of King's Landing after her mother's tragic death. Determined to reclaim her rightful place as a Targaryen and master a formidable dragon of her own, she embarks on a perilous journey of freeing the people of tyrants heavy fist. Among the shadows of the Red Keep, she crosses paths with Aegon Targaryen, a brooding figure bearing the weight of his ambitions. Their meeting is charged with tension, as secrets and hidden desires simmer beneath the surface. The Iron Throne beckons and their fates become inexorably entwined, setting the stage for a cataclysmic clash that will shatter the realm. [don't read if sensitive + i reserve all rights over this fanfic, fictional storyline and oc's i give no permission to "taking inspiration" out of it or etc]