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what he made of her by targaryenamour
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They were never meant to π“Œπ’Άπ“ƒπ“‰ each other. Still-something between them π’·π“Šπ“‡π“ƒπ“ˆ, slow and merciless, until it becomes impossible to ignore. π’Ÿπ’Άπ‘’π“π“Žπ“‡π’Ά π’Ÿπ’Άπ“Œπ“ƒ π’―π’Άπ“‡π‘”π’Άπ“‡π“Žπ‘’π“ƒ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’œπ‘’π“‡π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ 𝐡𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒻𝓁𝒢𝓂𝑒 π’―π’Άπ“‡π‘”π’Άπ“‡π“Žπ‘’π“ƒ . .ᐟ ⟒ Ϋ«
Star Crossed,  Aerion Targaryen by playasgonplay
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Fate made them, Fate will destroy them. Aerion Targaryen x Fem!oc
"Dreamer" ||  Aerion Targaryen  by eveorim20
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In which Valaerys , Graceful and distant. Each night, her dreams carry her to her Targaryen cousin, Aerion Brightflame, waiting for her in smoke and starlight. 2026 Aerion Targaryenxfemale oc
'π’…π’π’˜π’π’‘π’π’–π’“' | 𝘭𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘒𝘳𝘒𝘡𝘩𝘦𝘰𝘯 by cvntrarywp
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Malya Stark of Winterfell never meant to stay in the south. Sent to the Stormlands to strengthen northern alliances, she expected rain, dull feasts, and far too many southern courtesies. What she did not expect was Lyonel Baratheon-loud, stubborn, and just as impossible as the storms that batter his castle. As tourneys rise and rivalries spark across the Seven Kingdoms, whispers of ambition, honor, and rebellion swirl around the great lords of Westeros. And somewhere between thunder and wolf's blood, Malya finds herself swept into a love as fierce and untamed as the lands that shaped them both.
'𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔' | π˜‰π˜’π˜¦π˜­π˜°π˜³ π˜›π˜’π˜³π˜¨π˜’π˜³π˜Ίπ˜¦π˜― by cvntrarywp
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Rosalie Tyrell lives in a world where everything has already been decided for her. Born the daughter of Leo Tyrell and named for the roses of her house, she was raised on one promise: that she would one day marry for love. But promises mean little in the game of crowns, and when the chance comes for House Tyrell to bind itself to the royal family, Rosalie is betrothed to Daeron Targaryen. Beautiful, sharp-tongued, and far from the obedient lady everyone expects her to be, Rosalie refuses to play the role quietly. She resents the court, despises the humiliation brought by Daeron's reckless habits, and refuses to pretend she is grateful for a life she never chose.
King of the Hightower - Daemon Targaryen x Alicent Hightower by valyrianimagination
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In 97 AC, Daemon Targaryen weds Alicent Hightower. How can that change the course of history? What follows is an alternate Dance of Dragons, between Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen. The factions have shifted, alliances have brought half of the realm together for the Reds and the Rogue Prince is known by the name of "King of the Hightower". Will the Blacks stand any chance? When dragons dance, the realm bleeds. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from canon.
The touch that burns  by Sofi_xxq
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Two siblings born from the blood of the dragon. They say when he was born, the coin that gods flipped had landed on the side of madness. But what about her?
𝘚π˜ͺ𝘭𝘬 𝘒𝘯π˜₯ 𝘴𝘀𝘒𝘳𝘴 | π“πšπ«π πšπ«π²πžπ§ | ENGLISH by Melioushasha
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In a kingdom where the dragon's breath caresses the horizon, its wings beating the skies, the fiery breaths fall silent. Beauty mingles with secrecy, and tenderness is cloaked in mystery. Hearts open like flowers in the morning, promising light and hope. The softness of silk caresses the skin, fragile and tempting, while beneath its surface secrets and scars are hidden. For behind the veil of silk, shadows lengthen, vows crack, and silence hides blades. In this game of appearances, the truth is often the most dangerous of thorns, the deadliest of silks, and the ugliest of scars. Every gesture, every promise, bears the traces of old, sweet memories that have become deep, silent wounds. In a world where appearances veil the truth, where beauty conceals pain, even invisible scars tell stories, legends that we dare not even whisper. Between deceptive gentleness and buried desires, the boundary is fragile. For learning to recognise the manipulation behind gentleness, learning to recognise the pain behind a beautiful facade, learning to recognise a lie in a truth quickly becomes a matter of survival, and that requires more than just a mask.