Maekar Stories

Princess Mariela Targaryen - daughter of King Daeron the Good, Princess of Dragonstone, wife to both Prince Baelor Breakspear and Prince Maekar - stands at the heart of House Targaryen's fragile unity. In 209 AC, she arrives at Ashford Meadow with her husbands and sons for a tourney meant to celebrate chivalry. Instead, it reveals fractures.

Daenerys Targaryen died a queen. She wakes in the age of Dunk and Egg, when the Targaryens still sit the Iron Throne and dragons are long gone. Armed with the knowledge of the future, Daenerys plans to make sure history never repeats itself. Aerion x Daenerys x Valarr

Fanfiction of Game of thrones world. I OWN NOTHING, ALL RIGHTS GO TO HBO AND GRRM.

Durante el torneo de Vado Ceniza del año 209 despues de la conquista un caballero misterioso conocido como "El Caballero de Rostro Sangrante" impresiona en el torneo. Mientras la hija de Maekar Targaryen, Elaena Targaryen y su amiga Aemma Baratheon, hermana de Lyonel Baratheon. Se escabullen de sus responsabilidades cada que pueden.

❦ Oh, cruel fate ❦ la douleur exquise; (n.) the heart-wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable Maekar Targaryen x oc

ˋ• ིྀ🩸🔪🔥┇ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄.┋𓏲༅܀【𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫 & 𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧】••• ❛𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. . .❜ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . . In which two dragonlords escape the Doom and are cast into the future where dragons have long since vanished, believing they were chosen to return fire to the skies, only to learn that fate may have wanted something else from them all along. 【𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: ✘】 【𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: 𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆】 【𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 & 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐎𝐂】 【𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒】 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫: 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ©𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐜_𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 ┋ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

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."

Addam Hightower, once Hand to King Daeron II Targaryen, is dismissed during the Blackfyre Rebellion, leaving him quietly embittered. He returns to Oldtown with his daughter Elinor, where she forms a close childhood bond with Princess Maenerys one that fades over time into distant correspondence. Years later, amid renewed political strain, Prince Baelor Breakspear steps down as Hand after disagreeing with the king. Addam is unexpectedly summoned back to court to serve once more, bringing Elinor with him. Now eighteen, Elinor returns to King's Landing, caught between past friendships, courtly expectations, and her father's ambitions her new life beginning with quiet tension and an unexpected encounter with Prince Maekar Targaryen.

She was a peculiar thing, many agreed. Wolfs blood they called it-though only her Lady Mother was a Stark. Born with summer snows, the blood of the first men, and a stubbornness only her husband seemed to tolerate. But if you knew Baelor well, you would also know, he loved the stubborn, headstrong mind his wife acquired. But - there were those who said she was everything Baelor Breakspear could never afford to be. Maybe that was why he was so taken with her? as she was with him? or maybe they found understanding, the ability to be unburdened by the watchful eyes of those at court and find comfort in someone who accepted them for them, no formalities, false smiles or performances. Crossposted on Ao3 under @ finnickodair65 Baelor Targaryen x F!oc Pre- tourney at Ashford Meadow All characters and plots not original to me belong to George R.R Martin

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...

Valarr Targaryen x fem!OC Maliya Vier [modern AU] ⤷When even without dragons, the Targaryens wielded enormous power. Valarr Targaryen is known as a prince even though he does not wear a crown, and Maliya is not interested in school life at all, having enough of her own worries to deal with. They both thought they could manage on their own and did not let anyone into their lives until they met each other. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔?" "𝑵𝒐. [...] 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏. " ✴︎ In a world where the Targaryens, even without dragons, Valyrian blood, or the right to rule the Seven Kingdoms, were able to stand out from the crowd. They were different, which made some admire them and others fear them terribly. They attracted the attention of many people, but there were also those who preferred to stay on the sidelines and just watch. Not out of fear or jealousy, but out of disgust. Cause, how could they understand the nature of weak and hard-working people whose life they could destroy with a single word? The Targaryens had everything from the moment they were born and did not know what it was like to earn something; they were assured of a rich future thanks to their ancestors. However, even those who were higher up, rich, and sleeping in silk were under pressure, because some wanted to be better than their ancestors; they didn't want to disappoint others' expectations. They didn't want to disappoint themselves. studentxstudent

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.

IF YOU ARE A MINOR SKIP THE FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS A collection of stolen moments, late-night thoughts, and everything in between. Here, you'll find a mix of wholesome, heartwarming snippets and unfiltered 18+ encounters. Consider this the designated home for all the fleeting ideas that refuse to leave my head offered to you in bite-sized pieces. Dive in, find your favorites, and enjoy the ride.

Prince Valarr Targaryen, son of Baelor Targaryen, was carefully sculpted to be the perfect prince. But the death of his beloved wife, Elayne Redwyne, left a hollow space in his chest that duty could not fill. In the cold wake of his loss, he found warmth in the one place he should have feared to look: the tempting arms of Lady Lysara Loraqen. Lysara is renowned for being clever, with a beauty that surpasses the muck of Westeros, and-most dangerously-the shackled wife of the volatile, Prince Aerion Targaryen. What began as a whispered confidence in a dark corridor has spiraled into a feverish obsession. For Valarr, Lysara is no longer just comfort; she is a necessity. But for Aerion, possession is the only law. Known for a temper that burns hotter than wildfire, Aerion views his wife as his absolute domain. The one thing no one can claim ownership over, but himself. In a court where every wall has ears, and every shadow has eyes, Valarr and Lysara play a lethal game of heated liaison. They dance recklessly on the edge of a blade, knowing that if Aerion were to suspect of their betrayal, the Dragonpit will run red with more than just old blood.

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 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.

In which, Daenyra Targaryen is midst 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

Duty forged kingdoms. Duty ended rebellions. Yet peace has always demanded a price, and the realm has never cared who must pay it. Years after the Redgrass Field, dragons return to Westeros, bringing with them old loyalties, buried resentments, and whispers of another Dance. At the heart of it all stands a widowed princess whose every choice seems to invite suspicion, and a prince raised to place the realm above himself. As dragons gather once more and the wounds of the past refuse to heal, duty and desire are set upon a collision neither can escape. How much of themselves can they surrender... for the realm? Baelor Breakspear x FMC x Maekar Targaryen Cover made by: @HouseOfFics

*coming soon* Valarr Targaryen x FMC Cover made by: @HouseOfFics

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.