Targcest Stories

Set in the years before the events of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, this story follows Rhaella Targaryen, a quiet and distant daughter of Maekar Targaryen, whose fragile mind bears the same affliction that once plagued his brother. Kept close and hidden from a world she does not fully understand, her condition is managed, contained-and never spoken of. But in trying to protect her from the fate that claimed his kin, Maekar's careful watch begins to take a darker shape. As silence grows heavier than any outburst, the line between duty and devotion only seem to blur. In a house where blood remembers, some inheritances cannot be outrun. (This fanfic will loosely follow the original timeline/plot of the franchise, however not everything will be true to the story and i will change a few things)

As the second daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and his first wife Aemma Arryn, Alyssa's loyalty has always rested with her true sister, Rhaenyra. That is, of course, until she accidentally falls in love with her half brother, Aemond.

HoTD/Game of Thrones Time Travel fix-it. Aegon VI, Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark and Jon Snow are sent back in time to the Dance of the Dragons era to help save the dragons to ensure that the land of the living prevails against the coming Night. Chaos Ensues.

but I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm. | peace (folklore) by Taylor Swift | ------------------------ Viserys Targaryen's reign was one renowned for its peacefulness. However, when his death plagued the Seven Kingdoms, the fight for the throne began. The greens and blacks a never ending tidal wave, destroying family and the Targaryens in its wake. And if Naerys Targaryen became a player on the chess board? What then? How would The Dance change? Would it happen? ------------------------ When Queen Alicent gives birth to her youngest daughter, Princess Naerys Targaryen, the realm is overjoyed. A sweet girl, with auburn hair and eyes a dark brown... or purple? A beauty, she is, and an exciting prospect indeed. ------------------------ ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEORGE R. MARTIN UNLESS OTHERWISE SPECIFIED [naerys, etc]

The realm remembered she was born first. It simply chose to forget. Princess Aelyra Targaryen has spent her life surrounded by dragons, expectations, and the quiet certainty that some doors were never meant to open for her. Beautiful, capable, and far too proud for her own good, she moves through the halls of the Red Keep knowing that being admired is not the same as being chosen and no amount of excellence would ever make a daughter the heir.

Naeressa Targaryen was born of dragon's blood. Pale hair. Soft violet eyes. A child who listens more than she speaks. The world around her shifts like embers in a dying hearth: kings, cousins, promises, and grief. All things burn in time. Yet Naeressa hears what others do not. The whisper of harp strings. The hush before a storm. The soft language of flame. Sometimes she looks into the fire. Sometimes the fire looks back. DAERON TARGARYEN X FEMALE!TARGARYEN!OC #16 in targaryen 4/19/26

Bound by blood, torn by desire, two Targaryen brothers risk everything for a love that cannot exist. Secrets will be kept, hearts will burn, and from their forbidden union, a daughter will rise-one who will carry the fire of her lineage and the shadow of her parents' sins. In a realm of dragons and duty, some flames cannot be extinguished

❝we are dragons, we were meant to burn together. but sometimes, we all just want to rise towards the sky.❞ [HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AU] [SOMEWHAT CANON COMPLAINT] [FIX IT FIC] [TEAM BLACK]

Jon, Dany and their seven little Targlings spend Christmas in Winterfell with the Starks. Basically - Pure fluffy Christmas fun. Continuation of the short story: Who Are You, Anyway?

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen-a union forged not out of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. But her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet. The Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

In which, Daenyra Targaryen faces life-changing experiences. Her twin brother, Daeron, turned a runaway drunk. And then there is Aerion... whose love is more dangerous than his hate. ✦Aerion Brightflame x Fem OC ✦Daeron the Drunken x Fem OC

Scholars agree that the third Rhaenys was another in a long line of Targaryen princesses who would come to suffer for the greed and madness of their house. For her kindness, she was revered by her people, but for her hand, brother would turn against brother, destroying a royal line once thought secured. But history seldom contains the truth. Her story is over, but it is not yet told.

Lyllya Targaryen, a precocious princess with a spark of Targaryen madness, spends her days obsessing over ancient Valyria and Targaryen destinies, writing ballads and plays about her heroic ancestors. But the songs she loves never taught her how cruel real life can be, or how love can ruin as swiftly as war. When her innocent admiration for her golden brother Aegon deepens into something neither of them can name, Lyllya begins to learn that the tales of romance and destiny she idolized were lies told to children and In a world built on power, prophecy, and fire, she must decide whether to bury her stories or burn with them.

I was the daughter of The Rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen and his first wife, Heir to Runestone, Rhea Royce. Despite my father marrying my mother at the age of 16, they didn't have their first child until my father was 29 years old while my mother was older yet had a beautiful and young appearance. My parents only bedded each other once and when they did, they conceived me. My father was there throughout the pregnancy, he supported my mother in everything despite their estranged relationship, he was there for the birth despite men not being in the labor rooms, and he even raised me for my two years of life until he had to leave for the War of the Stepstones. I was raised from two years old until my death in the Red Keep. I was raised by the one and only, Alicent High Tower and Ser Criston Cole. Despite being under the name Royce, I was still a Targaryen in my father's eyes and as he told me before. When my mother died, I was her heir but my father took me away and it was given to a nephew of my mother, yet I would never forget my ties of being a Royce. I given as egg but it never hatched. That didn't stop my father from loving me any less. I was trained by Ser Criston Cole, my father and all the knights best of their division. As time grew on, I saw him less and less until it was time of war. I didn't start going to war with my father until my 13th name day. I didn't have a bond with my father yet I still loved him as he did me. Yet, in the end, he was a Black and I was Green. My father was my enemy and I had no say despite my position in the Kingdom. TEAM GREEN (NO OTTO)

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"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.

❝From the moment she first mounted her dragon at nine years old, Princess Maegera Targaryen burned too brightly for the world that bore her. The second acknowledged daughter of Prince Aemon, son of Jaehaerys the Wise, Maegera was born with fire in her blood and ambition in her soul. Beautiful, volatile, and vain, she set her sights on the Iron Throne itself, believing it her rightful due-not as a consort, but as queen in her own name.❞ But what did lead her to be called "The Exiled" ? (Prequel to Blood & Bone)

Princess Vaeloria resembled King Baelor 'the blessed' in her extreme religious ideology. with both believing the Gods interacted with them directly. The Princess often received visions of the seven, including their physical descriptions taught by the sept. When her father crown prince Baelor 'Breakspear' Targaryen dies, her uncle Maekar takes her to wife, as he thought it the best way to honour his brother while grappling with the guilt and grief following his death. This fanfic is a draft, so please forgive any spelling mistakes or grammar errors! i haven't written fanfiction in about 3 years so my skills may be rusty. this is a fanfiction. i do not own these characters and all rights belong to George R.R martin.

Princess Visenya Targaryen, the one and only direct descendant of Queen Visenya Targaryen. In contrast to her namesake's personality, she was considered to be the entertainment of the court and highborns, a joy to be around, often performing and cracking jokes for the crowd. She was favoured by the King Viserys I for her quick wit to humour, chaotic attitude, and ability to entertain.. so the king thought it would be a good idea to marry her, a princess of her own right, to his firstborn son, Prince Aegon.

Viserra Targaryen, a heralder of death at her very birth. A sweet flower none knew was the harbinger of doom from her bloody inception. Growing into a gentle child, enamored with flowers and jewels a girl seeking to redeem herself from those misdeeds, with the means offered to a young woman in the Seven Kingdoms Alas, without the gentle hand of a mother, her loving embrace or her protective nature children can only grow wayward. Viserra. The Rose of the Realm, red as the blood of her house words. A child the singers dubbed the fairest flower in all the realm. Seen by all those except the one who's attentions she truly desires, reviled by him for her original, carnal sin. Kinslayer, he called her often as so many in their line unconsciously were. The Red Keep reeks with the sins of the those who inhabit it. Greed, pride, lust and worst of all wrath without the careful hand of the Green Queen hands grasp for the throne unfettered. May the Gods help them all.