Baelortargaryen 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.

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

"you wrap around me like a chain, a crown, a vine. pulling me into the fire." --- pre-akotsk baelor breakspear x fem! oc

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?

When King Daeron the Good sends Prince Baelor Targaryen to Highgarden for the tournament that is to decide who gets Maria Tyrell's hand, no one expects the visit to change the fate of three lives. Baelor finds in Maria a girl who sees beyond the prince, the heir, and the burden of duty. Maria finds in him a loving witness for everything she wishes to be. And Lyonel Baratheon, wild, loyal, and with time impossible to ignore, becomes not the storm she once feared, but one that refuses to let her disappear into the life chosen for her. As years go by, love, marriage, duty, scandal, and power bind them together in ways none of them can escape. As old decisions begin to bleed into the future of the Reach and the Iron Throne, Maria must learn what it means to be daughter, wife, mother, heir and above else - herself. What once seemed sacred must mature into life stripped from fantasy. And for it to happen, a lot of it has to die. Duty that once stand in their way is the very thing that must bind them together. A story of impossible love, political consequence, loyalty, womanhood, and the bitter truth that all three of them have to learn the hard way - one need not intend harm to do it. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney). *The idea is that it will be a very long one so bare that in mind *The story is loosly based on G.R.R Martin's characters and world as well as AKOTSK series. If you're looking for accuracy with the source material etc. I'm afraid you won't find it unfortunatelly. Still, I hope you enjoy xo

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?

Ser Duncan the Tall froze. His helmet slipped out his hand, leaving it in Baelors, who let it fall to the ground, pushing back. Slowly the man reached up, opening his brown, soaked cloak, he had used as a disguise, letting it fall to the ground, revealing a simple equally colored shirt. As he began to open that one too, Dunk reached out a Hand. "Stop." He tried but was silenced by a small "Tsk." He let go. The shirt, now open, revealed several scars beneath. One big slash on the Princes stomach, small ones over his chest. Dunk never expected such muscle under all those clothes but then again what did he expect? Baelor had been to war after all and enjoyed sparring from time to time. or: Baelor is lonely, so he finally acts upon his feelings for Duncan. Side Note: This fic will get more chapters It's also posted on ao3. Account name: Merjyt

A Blackfyre daughter was wed to a Targaryen prince to end the Blackfyre Rebellions once and for all. A marriage of duty became a marriage of love though Daenys Blackfyre will never admit she is growing to love Baelor Targaryen. Every little moment of softness she gives to him, she'll give him twice the coldness when she remembers what ground they were married on. But a danger looms on the horizon. She can not deny it as she works to overthrow the plot that endangers House Targaryen.

"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,

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 the Riverlands, Lady Jessamine Frey is whispered of as both healer and executioner. She knows a hundred ways to poison a man, but unfortunately, getting rid of a prince is far more complicated. Bound in marriage to the volatile Aerion Targaryen, who is equal parts fascinated and determined to break her, Jessamine decides to become the deadliest problem he has ever tried to decipher. After all, everyone knows stone endures long after dragons burn themselves to ash. Aerion Targaryen x Frey!OC

𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 - ᵃ ᵍʷᵃʸⁿᵉ ʰⁱᵍʰᵗᵒʷᵉʳ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ❛𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖎𝖕 𝖆 𝖈𝖔𝖎𝖓❜ A kingdom on the brink of civil war. As House Targaryen begins to fracture, Lysenya must navigate duty, dragons, and dangerous court politics-while an unexpected bond with Ser Gwayne Hightower threatens to change the course of her heart. In a world where love and loyalty rarely survive together, every choice comes at a price. 𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 © 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿𝙎𝙏𝙓𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙀 𝘽𝙔 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘿𝙎𝙏𝙓𝙍

Pretty ones are crazy. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

Two women bound by duty. Two hearts shackled by love. And two worlds that refuse to let them be free. Lady Solyra Vaith, Dornish noble and betrothed to the fiery Aerion Targaryen, hides a heart that belongs to another. In secret, she shares stolen moments with his cousin, the only one who sees her laughter, her warmth, and her truth. But her careful balance between love and duty is fragile-one misstep could shatter everything. Far from the sands of Dorne, Leyla Hightower navigates the cold corridors of courtly life, married to a husband who barely notices her and haunted by a past love she can't forget. Her sharp wit and icy composure are shields, but her heart softens only for her son, Olyvar, and the memory of what she lost with the Prince of Dragonstone. In a world where every smile can be a trap, every word a weapon, and every touch a betrayal, Solyra and Leyla must decide what they are willing to sacrifice for love-and how much of themselves they can afford to give. Secrets will unravel. Loyalties will be tested. And chains... will be broken.

"Are you a knight?" "Yes?" "You don't look knightly." 　 ҉ A simple tourney in Ashford went down in the History books. It changed three lives and the history of Westeros. The first trial of seven in a hundred years, and still so deadly. Three paths meet at the tourney. 　 ҉ Lyonel Baratheon x OC OC x OC

The rest is silence. (Hamnet AU) Daeron Targaryen is plagued by dreams doomed to come true. With few to understand his troubles, he falls for a peerless princess, dreams of her unlike all others. Westeros sees the both of them transform into fiercely protective parents, but as the Great Spring Sickness rolls through the Seven Kingdoms, not even the power of prophecy is enough to save what they hold dear. WARNINGS: Infant/child loss, alcoholism, child abuse Cover Art by truebornthump4437

"My innocence died with her." 𖣂𖣂𖣂 ser duncan the tall x fem!oc cover by @beepbeeprichies!

"When you are dragged into a game of chess, do you have any other choice but to play?" The daughter of the Stag, Argella Baratheon, whose own namesake once cursed upon her lineage and blood, is united with the Dragon's son, Baelor Breakspear in a desperate attempt to appease her father, the Lord Baratheon, and to return a 'favour' from the remains of rebellion. Will a marriage born of such intent devour itself or will it prevail and bring honour, glory, and mayhaps love? "Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling"

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

To the realm, Prince Baelor is the golden prince, the crown's brightest heir. To Tessa Dondarrion, he is nothing but a traitor, a man who shook hands with the very people who butchered her family. Now he arrives at Blackhaven Cliff, carrying his wife's lifeless body to the funeral pyre.. Tessa has anticipated everything.. Every step. Every word. Every heartbeat measured with the ruthless care of a Dondarrion thirsting for vengeance. Ten steps to unravel his legacy. Ten strikes to make the dragon taste his own fire. But fire is unpredictable. And some dragons don't burn the way you expect. Some of them burn you first. This story will also include a side romance featuring Maekar. _________________ Content Warning: Please be aware that this fanfic contains scenes of blood, violence, and mature situations. Readers should proceed with caution if sensitive to these themes. Note: The characters in this story are from George R. R. Martin's world, but some are original creations made specifically for this story. This fanfic is purely for fun and doesn't strictly follow the canon.