Akotsk Stories

[AKOTSK] Daeron Targaryen had expected to spend a miserable week at a miserable inn about a day's walk from the miserable tourney at ashford he was trying to avoid. Then all of a sudden, a strange barmaid sullies those plans of his and he finds himself entirely at her disposal, like a man bewitched. Gods save him and Gods save the rest of the realm from the darkness the barmaid claims is about to take over them. Or In which, James Lindsey Baudelaire, or Jamie - as she preferred, is sent to Westeros after a particularly bad car accident. Now, with her knowledge of the show and the books, she has to try her best to save these strange people she's grown so incredibly fond of.

It's been over 50 years since the Dance of Dragons ended. And with it Dragons, along with magic, had since been gone from the world. And because of it, House Targaryen began its slow downfall, starting with the mess created by Aegon the Unlucky and Aegon the Unworthy, which led to the first Blackfyre. It felt like It truly was the beginning of the end for House Targaryen. That is, until a miracle befell upon House Targaryen. and it started with the arrival of Princess Aeloria Targaryen, Firstborn child and daughter of Prince Baelor Break-Spear Targaryen. And with her arrival, miracles have been slowly arriving at the Realm of Westeros. Miracles that haven't been seen since the Fall of the Dragon. Duncan x OC *AN* Remember that this is a fanfiction. All rights go to George R.R. Martin and HBO.

Memento mori-remember that you must die, and remember too how fiercely you might live when given the knowledge of impending loss. In which Delphine Fossoway, who loved without restraint and lost without mercy, is granted an impossible second chance to rewrite the last year of her life. Valarr Taragryen x Fem!OC

Men called him the Laughing Storm, and his shadow stretched long across the stone floors of Storm's End; yet even the greatest storm fades when the sun of the Dragon begins to rise. For at the high table sat the only person in the Seven Kingdoms who could silence his thunder with a whisper: his wife.

It is the year 209AC. Over fifty years since the last dragon was seen. The beasts now more legend than fact. Yet the Targaryen's still ruled. Those who had once considered themselves closer to gods, than men, still sitting on the Iron Throne. But then there came the Tourney as Ashford Meadow; it bringing together the great and sometimes not so good. A hedge knight called Dunk, and a boy calling himself Egg, finding one another; the pair destined to change the course of history. So, come and follow tales of the two, along with others that also find themselves at Ashford Meadow.

"𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒔. 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅." → 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒎, 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐. 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓 - 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝑴𝒂𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔, 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂, 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔. (fem! targaryen!oc x baelor breakspear) (targcest! uncle x niece) (mature: eventual smut, sexually explicit content,

In the wind-swept lands of Storm's End, where the waves crash against stone with a fury found nowhere else in Westeros, Lyonel Baratheon learns early that the world belongs to those who dare stand against it. At the court of the Red Keep, Princess Raella grows up between two brothers and two legacies. A daughter of fire and blood, she views the world with a sharp, ironic gaze. Her mind imagines other paths, other possible lives, driven by stubborn hope and relentless curiosity. When the storm meets the fire, it is two wills, two visions of the world, two prides too fierce to bend that challenge one another. In a world where dragons are nothing more than memories, the choice becomes all the more crucial-and necessary: Whom will you stand beside when the storm finally breaks? Find me on TikTok: @girl_over_flower Unfiltered and passionate history content 😜 Spotify playlist for a more immersive experience 🎧 "Where Storms Set Fire to the Sky" https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0o6O9Ir3SbQ4HxMsmm8cvh?si=fwF7Ow1FROKagNItPm213A&pi=9WXXppYcRDq2S

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?

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.

Aerion Targaryen dies by wildfire, and Valarr Targaryen by spring fever, only to wake again on Ashford Field at the very moment that ruined both their lives. Given a second chance to change the past, what will they choose this time? E.g: Protective Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen, Protective Maekar I Targaryen, Maybe too much, Baelor lives AU, Dark Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen. Dark Maekar I Targaryen, Suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, Time Travel, Reincarnation, Hurt no comfort

Maekar's oldest daughter is a brat. What is to be done with her when he's exhausted every avenue of reformation?

GOOD MEN DIE TOO, I'D RATHER BE WITH YOU Rumors whisper that she is a witch, a girl cursed with dreams that foretell the future, though in truth she is only gentle, lonely, and misunderstood. When a grand tournament is held for her sixteenth nameday, princes and knights gather beneath the falcon banners, including Valarr Targaryen, As fate quietly draws them together, Sharra begins to realize that some meetings are written long before they happen, and some dreams are impossible to escape. Valarr Targaryen x fem oc pre akotsk - s1

In a realm bound by duty, legacy, and the weight of crowns, some stories begin not with war or ambition-but with something far quieter. Before he was known as Baelor Breakspear, heir to the Iron Throne and the realm's most beloved prince, he was simply a boy with mismatched eyes, carrying the expectations of a kingdom he did not yet understand. Before she became a lady whispered of in courts and songs, Denyse Hightower was a dreamer-gentle, golden, and full of stories about knights, love, and the kind of devotion that could outlast time itself. Their first meeting was nothing more than a fleeting childhood moment within the vast halls of the Red Keep-a fall, a hand extended, laughter shared beneath the sun. But from that single, innocent beginning, something deeper took root. As the years pass, the world around them grows harsher. Loyalties are tested, wars threaten to rise, and the burdens of birthright begin to close in. Baelor is shaped into a prince the realm demands, while Denyse must navigate a life where love is often a luxury denied to women of noble blood. Yet through distance, duty, and the unyielding pull of fate, one question lingers- Can a love born in innocence survive in a world ruled by power? Or will it become just another story, lost to time like so many before it?

In the heart of the Red Keep, Lady Hazel Redtail never meant to capture the attention of dragons. One prince offers quiet devotion, the other dangerous fascination. As old rivalries awaken and dreams begin to whisper of fire, she must discover whether love is found in peace... or in the flames that threaten to consume them all.

The Targaryens had made many great kings, knights, and princes. Some said madness was seeded in their blood. Others believed magic was, too-the very gift that once saved them from the Doom of Valyria. that gift was known as "the Dreamers" And when Princess Daenys Targaryen, daughter of Prince Aerys, came of age, the old blood stirred once more. some claimed there had always been something strange about her.. oftentimes she would stare into the emptiness, as if seeing what no other could see. Then came the whispers. Whispers heard by her alone. And visions that came to her in the night; blood upon the stones, dragons screaming amidst the flames, and an iron throne dripping with blood. then some came to understand that the legacy of "daeny the Dreamers "had never truly died... it had merely been waiting for Daenys. "When the tyranny of dragons falls, and divine prayer prevails, the stars shall whisper to the purple moon of the prophecy of the heavens... and the legacy of Daenys the Dreamer shall return. And save House Targaryen from the doom of their bloodline once more."

She loved him alive, she loved him dead, she loved him resurrected. AKOTSK / BAELOR TARGARYEN pre- ─ post-akotsk © astrxids, 2026

Lady Willa of House Baratheon was raised in Storm's End, surrounded by gentleness and light. Her life has always been about seeking trouble with her two brothers, putting their poor father's heart to the test. But when her dear father, Lord Roderic Baratheon, announces that she is to marry the brute all Westeros knows as Aerion Targaryen, her whole world crumbles to pieces. She has never met him and yet, she despises him so much it makes her blood boil. The rumours she has heard about him are enough : the silver-haired prince is vile, cruel and decadence given flesh. As Willa is forced on a path she refuses to follow, she meets Valarr Targaryen, Aerion's charming and totally unlike him cousin. He is like honey, golden beams of light and late summer mornings. Everything her betrothed isn't. Together they play a dangerous game, engage in a deadly waltz. And soon enough, Willa finds herself trapped in a lethal dance between the two princes. And her heart might very well be on the line...

Aerion targaryen x Liora Lanniester ~Gold Within the House of Ash~ Liora of House Lannister was no soft-hearted lady, nor some trembling maid waiting for a prince to wed her. She was a daughter of the Grey Lion. Beneath her heavy crimson velvets, she was bound in a corset of raw gold that bit into her ribs like a man's head upon a spike. From the staggering heights of the Casterlys' everlasting seat, she watched the sunset fade down into the sea's depths and cast stones into the abyss. The Rock was a mountain of stubborn stone that no dragon could melt, and none had. Yet there was Aerion, the prince she was bound to wed; a man the realm called cruel, and many named a monster. She saw his piercing eyes bore into her very soul and he smiled-not for any joy, but for the sake of the eternal confinement he would surely disrupt. He had found her dishevelled, buried deep within her chambers with crimson laced into her hair like jewels. His lips curled into a smirk, a thing that for once reached his eyes in dark amusement; in that moment, he saw in her the same corruption he carried in his own blood.

"Our ancestors Lord Oscar Tully and Princess Elaena Velaryon were so in love with one another, that Elaena told him if he died in war, she would follow him." Catelyn Stark told her daughters. Sansa gasped. "We are related to a princess?" "Yes, Elaena was the only living daughter of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen." Catelyn laughed. Oscar Tully x oc House of the dragon

When Morwenna first met Aerion, he was collecting his brother from the bar. He drew her in, despite her better judgment, in a moment that signaled the beginning of the end. What followed was a perfect storm of mercurial love that she could not seem to escape, no matter how hard she tried. And by the time she realizes she is falling for his brother, she will not want to.