The night Daemon came back from the Step Stones, ended completely different. Him and Rhaenyra did go out and they did go to a brothel and daemon did in fact TRY to abandon Rhaenyra but she didn't allow that. Rhaenyra found out she was pregnant just a few months into her marriage to Ser Laenor. Aemma Velaryon (Targaryen) would become the Realms fury, in many ways she touched people's lives, all who met her loved her dearly but would never challenge her, she was ferocious and formidable in every fight she fought. A true Dragon, Rhaenyra and Daemon's perfect mix. The one who truly loved her though was her Uncle Aegon... and their story became some what similar to her own mother and fathers.

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.

Rhaenyra Targaryen is back, but not everything is the same. This time, Viserys has declared Aegon his heir and sidelined Rhaenyra. But only a fool would think Rhaenyra would walk away with nothing.

Deamyra was not raised to inherit power. She was raised to survive it. In a court where daughters are bargaining tools and affection is a liability, she understands one truth above all: safety is never given - it is secured. Valarr Targaryen is not the most charming of princes. He is not reckless. He is not easily swayed. But he is steady. In a world of unpredictable men and burning tempers, Valarr is restraint. Discipline. Protection forged in black steel. He does not promise romance - he promises order. And to Deamyra, order is worth more than poetry. She does not dream of fairy tales. She dreams of permanence. Of a place no one can remove her from. If becoming his wife means safety, she will become indispensable. If bearing his child means security, she will not hesitate. If loving him makes it easier to stay - she may allow herself that luxury. Because in the game of dragons, love is uncertain. But protection - protection can be chosen. And Deamyra has chosen.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍━━━━━ in which Maegora Targaryen, the Queen of Devuniean and Jacaerys Velaryon the heir to the Iron Throne fall in love and live a happy married life. or in which Maegora does her best to support her aunt and her husband's claim to the throne. And she will give due punishment to those who come against them. ╰┈➤ jacaerys velaryon x oc ╰┈➤house of the dragon fanfic ╰┈➤friends to lovers

The Monstrous Prince King's Landing, 209 AC - the dragons are long dead, their bones silent beneath the Red Keep. Yet their blood still burns in the veins of House Targaryen. Prince Aerion Targaryen was born of fire and madness - beautiful, cruel, and haunted by the echo of power his family lost. To the court, he is arrogant. To the realm, he is cursed. And to himself, he is nothing without the fire that was stolen from his bloodline. Then there is Princess Daenys Targaryen - pure, kind, and untouched by the shadows of their house. She sees the boy beneath the cruelty, the wounded soul behind the crown. But in Aerion's eyes, she becomes something else entirely: his salvation, his obsession, his undoing.

Princess Maella Targaryen, eldest daughter of Crown Prince Baelor, arrives at a grand tourney beside her father with the practiced poise of a woman raised beneath banners and expectation. Yet the lists awaken more than courtly duties. Among the crowd she encounters Lyonel Baratheon, the man she loved winters ago, whose laughter and stubborn warmth stir feelings she had carefully buried beneath silk and silence. Their reunion is tender and dangerous-haunted by time, pride, and the knowledge that love once lost is never simple when found again. As Maella navigates the bright chaos of the tourney, she finds herself pulled in another direction by her cousin Aerion, whose sharp devotion and possessive affection promise protection and peril in equal measure. Aerion's interest flatters the court and threatens to confine her, offering certainty at the cost of breath. Between Lyonel's familiar fire and Aerion's consuming regard, Maella stands at the center of a quiet storm, torn between the past that shaped her and the future being chosen for her. It is then that she meets Ser Dunk, a hedge knight of plain speech and unassuming honor, whose presence cuts through the glitter and intrigue like clean air. Dunk does not court her favor nor fear her name; he speaks to her as a person rather than a prize. Through him, Maella glimpses a wider world-one not ruled solely by bloodlines and bargains, but by kindness, courage, and choice. The tourney becomes a turning point, not for crowns or victories, but for Maella herself, as she begins to understand that love, like loyalty, may take many forms-and that the truest freedom lies in seeing the world as it is, and deciding who she wishes to be within it.

Ten moons after the tragic wedding between Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen a little baby girl was born Princess Lenora Laenor vowed to protect his little girl the moment she was placed in his arms but was shunned and hated by her mother who wished she was the daughter of Daemon Targaryen and when she wasn't she hated the little babe Rhaenyra sees her trueborn daughter as a threat to her dearest bastards and does everything to ignore her existence the Princess finds safety and a mothers love in the arms of Alicent Hightower she weaves a bond with Alicent's own children , Aegon and Helena, a bond as strong as Valyrian steel and a love that hopes to lasts long Aegon x Helena x OC Velaryon

"You don't own me, Aerion. You're too mad to even see straight." "I own every dragon I desire, bastard or not." ⋆༺𓆩𐂂𓆪༻⋆ Princess Aelynn Targaryen was born a Stormdragon bastard, but fate and her cunning uncle Lyonel, would see her legitimized as a true Targaryen princess. Raised in the shadow of kings and dragons away in Storms end, she is betrothed to a careless, drunken prince she barely knows... only to find her heart drawn to his dangerous, mad younger brother. In a court where love is a weapon and loyalty a gamble, Aelynn must navigate fire, fury, and forbidden desire. ⋆༺𓆩𐂂𓆪༻⋆ Aerion Targaryen x OC Slight Daeron Targaryon x OC

❝ My cousin was made for this, wasn't she? To swallow me all... ❞ ⚜️ A AERION BRIGHTFLAME STORY ⚔️ A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS AU ━━━ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⟢ He was called Aerion Brightflame, beautiful as dawn, cruel as wildfire. Born with the arrogance of gods and the madness of dragons. To him, the world was a stage built for his glory, and every soul beneath him merely kindling for his flame. When Dhaenyra Targaryen, is brought to court as his betrothed, she quickly learns that beauty in Targaryens burns as easily as it dazzles. His gaze is worship and ruin both; his touch, a promise and a curse. And as his hunger for divinity grows, Dhaenyra realizes that Aerion's belief that he is no mere man may not end with madness, but with fire. A tale of pride, fire, and the doomed brilliance of a prince who would be dragon. ✵ ✵ ✵ Fem oc x Aerion Targaryen ⌗ | The character and universe do not belong to me, All rights go to George R.R Martin I only own my oc - A song of ice and fire fandom