Baelor Stories

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to bend for anyone. Proud, sharp tongued, and feared by most of the court, he gives the world nothing but steel and dragonfire. But for Daenys Baelor's daughter, Valarr's twin, and the girl with brown hair streaked with silver he is hopelessly, dangerously devoted. From childhood to betrothal to marriage, The Dragon Who Bent follows the story of a prince who says no to everyone except the woman he loves. He would give her anything she asked for, panic at her tears, carry her when she's tired, and burn with jealousy whenever the world looks at her too long. A romantic series full of obsession, tenderness, possessive devotion, and the one woman who could make a dragon prince kneel. "You are my wife," he said. "If something upsets you, then by definition it is not a little thing."

❝violently separated, broken apart, or divided.❞ ✴✴ [ AKOTSK ] ✴✴ BAELOR TARGARYEN x OC ----- non-canon, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers. When Daenerys Blackfyre is taken prisoner at the Battle of the Redgrass Field by Targaryen brothers, Baelor and Maekar, she believed wholeheartedly that she could never be happy again. With her father and brothers dead, with her entire family in exile, Daenerys must navigate court life in the Red Keep and learn how to love again.

In a different fate of Westeros, one dream changes everything. Daenys Targaryen was given a gift from the ancient Valyrian gods-the power to see the future. Through her visions she learns of the doom that would destroy House Targaryen and the darkness that will one day rise beyond the Wall. Refusing to let her family fall, Daenys alters the destiny of House Targaryen. Dragons return to the skies. The Targaryens learn that dragons are not symbols of power, but a sacred responsibility. The house grows stronger, and knowledge of the ancient enemy is preserved for generations. Centuries later, when the Long Night returns and the Night King marches upon the world, the Prince of Prophecy is ready. Born of Targaryen fire and Stark blood, he carries the weapons foretold-dragonglass, Valyrian steel, and dragonfire. And because of Daenys Targaryen's dream, the world will not fall into darkness. This is the story of the woman who saved House Targaryen... and the prophecy that saved the world.

Baelor Targaryen x oc fanfiction In the shadow of duty, Maria Tyrell and Prince Baelor Targaryen find in one another the one thing neither was meant to have: freedom. Between courtly duty, family expectation, and the aching need to be truly seen, their bond becomes both their greatest comfort and their deepest wound. *Story begins roughly around 199 AC (10 years before the Ashford tourney) *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

❝you wished him to be your husband but that was not fate wanted, and i'll be damned if i let him curse you too.❞ AU to Unholy where instead of being betrothed to maekar, naerys was betrothed to lyonel instead.

"The girl lies upon the feild, lodged inside what seems to be a large crater of mud. from what she can tell, it has seeping through her nightgown for quite some time now. How did she end up here?-She wondered, while scanning the sky and the surroundings around her. it was night, or possibly morning, she couldn't tell. All she knows now, is she is cold, scared, and in a place she never seen before. she looks across the vast open land, momentarily taking her eyes off the damage the puddle has left her with, and notices a city in the far distance. She couldn't determine how large the city was because of how far it seemed to be, but she could certainly make out tall walls encircling the land mass. It was like one moment she was with her mother, at the farm her step father owns, and the next she had been sent to meet a strange man and she cannot fathom any recollection of the quick interaction they had. if quick at all. her body aches, and it seems she had almost been stripped bare. How ever could her mother and step father allow this? surely they would notice me missing and try send for me, or heaven forbid, in this situation, alert someone of power and tell their daughter is no where to be found. What if those of high power were the ones who had done this to her? she had heard around their small farming village, rumors of her being illegitimate, but she chose to never belive them. her mother had always told her she and her father, before he passed, were married. Maybe they just didn't like the fact her step father wasn't her own. her thoughts were cut short when a loud, deep screech echoed through the valley she was orphaned upon. Quickly gathering herself and standing up, she sought out for a form of cover to prepare for what was to come. Shough she was young, she knows the sound of a dragon when she hears one. And she certainly does not want to be on the receiving end of what's shes been told to be a demon and their rider. "

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

Baelor, uma cidade misteriosa e peculiar localizada no canto da Terra, a origem é desconhecida, e Arnold, um novo morador, pretende descobrir o segredo por trás disto.

The morning after his return from the stormlands after the defeat and exile of house Blackfyre, and he desperately wants to stay in his bed.

Lyanna Bolton never expected to be chosen. When Prince Baelor Targaryen travels North seeking a Stark bride, it is not the carefully poised lady of Winterfell who captures his attention-but her blunt, unpolished lady-in-waiting. Thrust into a southern court that watches her with quiet suspicion, Lyanna must navigate politics, prejudice, and the weight of a name that was never meant to sit beside a crown. As years pass and a family is built from an unlikely match, Lyanna finds herself torn between the woman she was raised to be and the one she is becoming-caught between North and South, doubt and devotion, love and the fear of losing it. Because being chosen is one thing. Believing you deserve it is another.

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.

✦ ✦ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the sharp witted and captivating daughter of a Dornish lord crosses paths with the heir to the Iron Throne, she expects arrogance, distance, and everything she has been taught to distrust. Instead, she finds something far more dangerous and oddly understanding. In the heat of Sunspear and the quiet spaces between duty and desire, their connection begins not with love, but with curiosity and grows into something neither of them can control. But in a world bound by politics, legacy, and expectation, closeness is fleeting and distance is inevitable. And as they are pulled further apart by the very roles they were born into, she finds herself falling deeper than she ever intended, for the one man she may never truly have. 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄,, melancholic longing for someone or something loved and absent

In a world of dust and iron, the heart is the most dangerous gamble of all. For three years, Duncan and Myra Pennytree have bled, sweated, and fought to keep their family's legacy alive after their father's passing. But the grit of ranch life isn't enough to keep the wolves or the creditors at bay. Out of options and desperate for muscle, they turn to the last people they should trust the Targaryen brothers. Legendary, volatile, and dangerously charming, the Targaryens don't just bring help they bring chaos. Myra knows the rules keep her head up and keep the ranch running. But as the heat of the summer rises, so does the tension. When Myra finds herself falling for the most unpredictable brother of the trio, the professional line she's drawn in the dirt begins to blur.

This will be a collection of one shots for characters!!! Feel free to request characters!!! #20 oneshotcollection 🏅 #2 aknightofthesevenkingdoms🏅 #10 asoiaf 🏅 #3 daeron 🏅

A short Baelor and Rhaenyra fanfic, enjoy my loves!!

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.

Evangeline Roberts is a university student on holiday before her final year, travelling through the UK in search of history and inspiration. During a rainy walk in a quiet town, she steps into a strange, hidden shop and finds a mysterious brooch that seems to call to her. The moment she touches it, everything changes Evangeline somehow time travels into the world of AKOTSK , a land of knights, castles, and danger far removed from anything she knows. She wakes with nothing familiar, and no way back. All she has is the brooch. And her voice. Baelor Targaryen x Evangeline Robert's 💙💕

In a world where every word and action carries weight, love can burn- and some fires leave only ashes.

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.

Entre todos los errores que el rey Aegon IV, Cuarto de su Nombre, sembró durante su indigno reinado, ninguno resultó más venenoso que la promesa hecha a su hijo bastardo favorito. Daemon Waters -luego Blackfyre- creció escuchando una misma cantinela desde que tuvo uso de razón. Su padre, el rey, se la repetía cada vez que lo tenía a su lado. Los cortesanos, aquellos que buscaban granjearse el favor del muchacho de cabello plateado, se la susurraban al oído. Incluso algunos maestres, menos sabios de lo que debían, dejaron caer la frase en sus crónicas privadas. "La princesa Saera será tu esposa. La madre de tus hijos." Daemon no solo lo creyó. Lo sintió en los huesos como una verdad absoluta, como el calor del fuego o el filo del acero. Desde el día que la conoció -una niña pequeña de ojos desiguales que lo miró sin miedo cuando él le dijo que era un bastardo-, algo se clavó en su pecho y no lo abandonó jamás. Fijación, lo llaman los maestres. Obsesión, lo llamarían los poetas. Amor, lo llamaría él si alguien se atreviera a preguntarle. Los personajes son del libro de fuego y sangre, no me pertenecen. Baelor x saera