Daemon Targaryen's daughter has his temper, his recklessness, and none of his talent for pretending not to care. As the Dance of the Dragons tears the realm apart, Vaelya finds herself trapped between duty, disaster, and the sworn knight foolish enough to love her anyway.

Prince Aurion Targaryen is known across the Seven Kingdoms as the Reaper - a silent war hero who wields a warhammer, executes Blackfyres with his own hands, and walks through battle like death itself. Unfortunately for him, he must also deal with: a rage-filled teenage heir, a deeply melodramatic four-year-old convinced he is burdened by destiny, and Maekar Targaryen refusing to shut up. Fearsome on the battlefield. Exhausting at home.

Prince Baelon Targaryen the second son of Prince Maekar. A sunshine of a boy. Ment to be a great husband and father. Or He dies instead of Prince Baelor. But we also follow him before the tragedy of Ashford. - Will be a short story. Basically the events that lead to Prince Baelons death. It won't be super detail. I need a break from long fanfics that take 1+ years to write -

•○wrap me in your skin and bones, yeah, you're electrical oh, i'm gonna lose control, yeah as you pull me close○• FEM!OC / MALE!OC game of thrones{s.1-?}

"It is right to seek peace for the dead. You and I both know there is no peace for those who live after." -Madeline Miller SEVEN DEVILS Robb Stark x fem!oc S1 +

𝒮ummerhall was meant to be a quiet place. Far from the intrigues of King's Landing and the watchful eyes of the court, the Targaryen palace stood among green hills and warm winds, a refuge for princes and princesses who wished, if only for a time, to forget the weight of crowns. It was there that Sarella Dayne, daughter of the ancient House Dayne of Starfall, came to serve as lady-in-waiting to Princess Vaella Targaryen. Raised between the sunlit shores of Dorne and the quiet halls of Summerhall, Sarella was no stranger to the royal household. She had known its gardens, its stables, and its winding corridors since childhood. She had also known Prince Valarr Targaryen. But boys become men, and time has a way of changing what once seemed simple. When the heir to the Iron Throne returns to Summerhall after years spent among the lords and politics of King's Landing, he finds that the girl who once ran laughing through the orchards has become something far more dangerous. A woman he cannot forget. In the quiet halls of Summerhall, their friendship deepens into something neither of them dares name. Yet the realm has little patience for love where duty should stand.

Princess Daenerys Targaryen has never cared for courtly expectations-least of all the ones meant to contain her. At the Ashford Tourney, surrounded by knights, lords, and watching eyes, she grows restless beneath the weight of her name. Slipping free of her guards, she finds herself in the last place she should be: the camp of House Baratheon-and face to face with the man who has not forgotten her. Lyonel Baratheon has spent a year thinking of a girl he barely knew. One night is all it takes to realize he was never mistaken. But dragons do not come without fire-and Daenerys Targaryen has never been anything less than dangerous.

"𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲; 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲." One of Dragons blood, The other blood of the Tower. Drawn together by absence, The Greens would regret losing their greatest ally. Hotd S1-? Rhaenyra Targaryen x Oc

ℑ 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝔖𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝔄𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 house of the dragon fanfiction lucerys velaryon x femaleoc

The daughter of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen. Aelora Targaryen; the Queen's Little Terror. A Jacaerys Velaryon fanfic. - started; march 22nd, 2025. ended; n/a