Aegontargaryen Stories

Prince Maekar Targaryen, a stern and dutiful fourth son of King Daeron II Targaryen, has always believed his life belongs to war, family, and duty-not love. Lady Maelora Velaryon, gentle, pious, and quietly strong, is everything he is not, yet she is the only person who can soften the iron in his heart. As they grow from childhood companions into something far deeper, the weight of their names, expectations, and destiny begins to threaten the fragile bond they have built. In a world of fire, power, and sacrifice, will their quiet love survive-or will duty tear them apart? Maekar Targaryen x OC!Velaryon All characters belong to George R.R. Martin except for my own characters in this story

IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel at 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 )

House of the Dragon fanfic. Born in 119 AC, Vaelora Targaryen has never quite grown the way other children do. She counts stitches, listens to silences, and hears what others dismiss. But the realm is shifting. A king dies. A crown is claimed. Dragons stir. Caught between green and black, between prophecy and blood, Vaelora stands too near the fire. Some wars are fought with swords. Others are fought inside a child's mind.

Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟." (fem!oc x Jacaerys Velaryon) (fem!oc x Baela Targaryen)

They call Lady Mirella cold. She does not smile for court, does not flatter, does not pretend. In a world that rewards softness, she chooses restraint. She loves fiercely, disciplines sharply, and refuses to perform for men who mistake silence for weakness. But as her children grow into legends - and something darker - Mirella learns that control is an illusion, and fire does not care how steady your hands are. Power has never been controlled.

In a world of dragons and destiny, a lost soul is reborn. Elsia Valeria Potter Black - elder sister to Harry Potter, once a mentor, a guardian, a fiercely devoted protector - dies believing her story has ended. Instead, she awakens in fire and blood as Visenya Targaryen, firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon. Unlike any Targaryen before her, she bears emerald-green eyes laced with molten gold - less a mark of inheritance than of fate refusing to release her. This is no innocent second chance. With memories of her first life intact, Visenya is neither naïve nor passive. Forged by one war and shaped by sacrifice, she becomes a quiet strategist and a fierce protector of her brothers. She has already watched one world fall to ambition and division - she will not allow it to happen again. But Westeros is not Britain. Dragons are not wands. And power here is written in blood. Then comes the night of Driftmark. It was meant to be remembered for a dragon claimed and an eye lost - the night that sealed the divide between green and black. That is how history was meant to unfold. Instead, it is Visenya's blood that stains the shore. Grievously wounded, her life slipping between breaths, the gods of Valyria answer in a way no one expects. Before kings, queens, and dragonriders, the veil tears open - revealing visions of a life lived before. They witness fragments of another world: a castle of stone and shifting staircases, a war fought by youth, a sister who chose sacrifice without hesitation - loving fiercely even when it meant letting go. When the visions fade, that night on Driftmark is remembered for more than the dragon claimed. The Dance of the Dragons still approaches. But now, those who will shape its course have glimpsed another world - and the price of letting war consume a family. ✨🐉

❛ What Is a Vow, If Not a Trial of the Heart? ❜ CAVALRYLADS ©️ 2026. fem! oc 𝒙 ser duncan. all rights reserved. written in english. ── loosely follows main canon / based on the A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms. ( not edited )

crash down, fury red.

꒰ 🐉 ꒱ SLOW DANCERS ❝ it would be a hundred times easier if we were young again but as it is, and it is we're just two slow dancers, last ones out ❞ ᝰ in which . . . the third-born child of king viserys and queen alicent slowly meets her downfall as her brother and half-sister fight for the iron throne, while she wishes they could all simply be children again. 𖥻 started ; march, 2026 𖥻 in progress | © ykoovr.

Visenya Velaryon came into the realm red faced and squalling alongside her twin brother, Jacaerys Velaryon. She was smaller than him, fiercer than she ought to have been, and named for a queen who had ridden a dragon into conquest. Some say the gods laughed the day she was born. Other said they wept. In time, the realm would understand why.

Prince Daeron Targaryen dreams of fire, ash, and dead dragons, save for one recurring vision of a dark-haired woman laughing in the sun. It is his only peace. Eira Stark dreams of winter, pine, and a rusted, weeping beast drowning in sour wine. It is her only warning. When the Warden of the North secretly barters his fiercely independent eldest daughter to the Iron Throne to secure an alliance, Eira is forced South to marry a drunken prince she has never met. Dreading his betrothal, Daeron hides in the taverns of King's Landing. But the wolves of Winterfell are not meek, and they do not wait. When Eira tracks her elusive betrothed to a squalid inn to deliver a freezing, humiliating wake-up call, Daeron realizes the angry, mud-stained woman standing before him is the savior from his dreams. He just has to prove to her that he is more than a drowning dragon.

A story of DAELORA BELAERYS, a young woman of a dragonlord family, which survived the Doom, and who was forced to marry AEMOND TARGARYEN in order to let their hidden family be known and to open up their horizon, since the Doom.

The birth of Rhella Targaryen marked the only princess to the heir Baelor, along with Valarr, the young prince born minutes before her. Her hair was opposing of her twin brother, long silvery white 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

In the world of Westeros, where hedge knights chase glory and the absence of dragons cast long shadows over fragile peace, one woman stands at the heart of it all. Elyana Viremore - the comet bride with fire in her blood - is everything the realm expects of a future queen... and far more than they deserve. Married to Baelor Targaryen, she moves through court with quiet power, her calm gaze missing nothing, her loyalty bound fiercely to her husband and their sons. But in a court where ambition festers and cruelty wears a princely smile, even patience has its limits. As tourneys unfold and old rivalries sharpen beneath silk and steel, Elyana must navigate whispered doubts, dangerous princes, and the constant fear that the people she loves most could be taken from her. Because in King's Landing, strength is tested in blood - and comets do not fall without consequence. Some women wait to be crowned. Others ascend.

Baelor thought it would be a good idea to invite the whole family to Disney World for a fun family trip Knowing his family, he knew it wouldn't be easy or that much fun. Read to see how it works out... (This is a joke fan fiction that I just wanted to do for fun. It happened in a dream and I got inspiration. This will be specifically the Targaryen family during A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, so the other siblings will not be in the story, I'm sorry if you like those characters. Hope you all enjoy this stupid idea I had. "I Got Sold To the Beatles" will come out soon if I have the time)

Prince Baelor Breakspear should have died beneath a summer sky. The realm witnessed the blow, the healers named it survival, and life continued as though nothing had changed. Though to Baelor, the world no longer felt entirely his own. Dragons still existed, though only a chosen few could claim them, and Vermithor answered to him as if he always had. At court stood Rhaenyra Targaryen, his wife and his princess, a woman he knew by name but not by memory, whose devotion carried the quiet desperation of someone who had already mourned him once. They said the injury had left him confused. She said he only needed time to remember. But the longer Baelor lived within this life, the more reality resisted explanation: familiar histories felt unfinished, truths lingered behind careful silences, and Rhaenyra loved him with a certainty that both comforted and disarmed him. Somewhere between duty and tenderness, affection began to grow into something neither of them had expected to find again. If this had always been his life, why did it feel borrowed? And when the truth behind his survival finally came to light, would devotion be enough to forgive what had been sacrificed to keep him here?

Yet another lucerys reborn but this times it's not fem lucerys reborn it's just regular lucerys reborn

IN WHICH, I help you write a fanfiction for the world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead. SER DUNCAN THE TALL ╲ A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms. ♰ cranewives, 2026.