"then wed her to me," aerion pleaded, his voice growing desperate as he looked at his father. "the lannisters care only for her title and dragon, i- i could take care of her. better than some lannister lord. have her be mine, i beg you." when the last dragon died a century ago, and the targaryen dynasty had just gotten used to surviving without their greatest asset, an impulsive decision single-handedly brought them back. he hated her for it, envied how she represented something he was supposed to be. meanwhile she hated him for his freedom, resented how he was everything she ever wanted to be. but the dagger of fate had stabbed them both that day, twisting in and merging their bloods as one

"They're incestuous aliens, Duncan. Blood magickers and tyrants who've burned our lands, enslaved our people, dragged us into their wars without a mote of respect for our history or our customs. Every pale haired brat they saddled on us has been madder than the last, gods know how...and everyone knows about Aerion and his cousin." Aerion Targaryen is the perfect definition of a Targaryen: breathtakingly beautiful, powerful but above all, driven by an unyielding fire that borders on pure madness. In his heart, there is room for only one person: his cousin, Aelerys. As the third child of Rhaegel Targaryen, Aelerys was forced to move to Summerhall in an attempt to cure her father's madness. It was there that she met Aerion, who soon developed a dark, suffocating obsession with her, one so intense that it ended up infecting her too. Because of this, rumors began to spread throughout Westeros, though everyone within the castle walls refused to believe them. From the day she met her cousin, Aelerys's life turned into a nightmare. It wasn't because of Aerion's love but due to a strange curse she knew nothing about, a curse that killed everyone she loved. Their love is doomed, dark and morbidly twisted. Bound by an obsession so deep, they will make dangerous enemies who will do anything to separate them.

Aerion Targaryen x reader | "Vivamus, moriendum est." •꧁TO LOVE ME IS TO SUFFER ME꧂• "FOR THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS." •༻Maybe it's not about the happy ending. Maybe it's about the story.༺• •" THE ASSASSIN..."• •"Exister est un fait, vivre est un art."• -Frédéric Lenoir •༻ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡༺• •"And how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive."• -Sylthia Plath •[EXIT GOD]•🜚

ೃ⁀➷ 𝙋𝙊𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 They say Prince Aerion Brightflame always revealed his anger through violence and raised voices, while Aelena Targaryen hid her cruelty behind grace and beauty. She wore innocence like a mask, a serpent beneath silk. Aerion saw the danger and loved her anyway. He let the snake bite, and once the venom spread, there was no escaping what had been written. He never would have believed that a clever woman with soft eyes would be his doom.

A story about a love triangle where feelings are never simple. She lost her parents at a young age, but she was never truly alone. She was raised by her uncles-her father's brothers-and it was among them that she learned how to be strong. A cold mind. Courage that borders on danger. And a will that refuses to bend. Two forces run through her veins. The blood of the dragon. And the sun of Dorne. She is both fire and light. And that is what makes her dangerous. Returning home changes everything. Two people who were once part of her life now stand beside her again-and between them, there is more than just memory. Feelings that are hard to name. A choice she does not want to make. And a path that leads to something far more complicated.

An Aerion Targaryen Fanfiction At the great Ashford tournament, knights ride for glory, ladies for honor, and princes for spectacle. Lady Alysanne Dayne intended to be nothing more than a spectator. Until the attention of a dragon falls upon her. Prince Aerion Targaryen is dangerous in every sense of the word. Proud, cruel, and utterly unpredictable. Men fear him. Women avoid him. Alysanne does neither. And dragons are not known for ignoring defiance. "You dislike me," Aerion said softly. "You make it very easy." His violet eyes glinted with amusement. "Good. I should hate to be boring to you."

They were born as twins of ruin beneath a blood-red sky, two cries echoing across the same storm. Aerion and Vaeyra Targaryen. Aerion was known for being cruel, arrogant and sadistic his sister Vaeyra was known for being more curious, sarcastic and delightfully unhinged but not in the way Aerion was. Where her brother was more sadistic and controlled with the madness Vaeyra was known for her mischievous nature and her bemused, apathetic and unpredictable behaviour. !18+! Toxic, violence, dark romance and sadistic behaviour.

Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen died drinking wildfire, believing it was the only way he could become the dragon he was destined to be and finally shed the fleshy body that held his stolen divinity. Great was his shock when he opened his eyes again, his throat still burning and the sensation of fire consuming his organs, in the arms of the woman who had heard so many stories: Rhaenyra Targaryen. "My little Aerion," she had called him. And Aerion understood that this was a second chance granted by the Gods. If he eliminated the rot that had tried to seize the Throne, perhaps the dragons would be saved, and he would finally achieve the glory he so longed for. For that, he had to choose a side, a simple task for him. "I'd rather drown in the bathtub than be in the same place as that whore Hightower," he had said, disgusted and filled with raw, unadulterated hatred. Thus, Aerion 'Brightflame' Targaryen's loyalty had been decided. Aerion would swear fealty to Rhaenyra. Or rather, to Jacaerys Velaryon. But who would have thought that a mere weak Heir could have control over a monster like Aerion? HOTD x AKOTSK

Aerion Targaryen was never meant to choose. His marriage to the Princess of Volantis, Caelyra, was already decided - an alliance of blood and power. But Aerion never wanted her. He saw something else. Silent, invisible, Caelyra's slave was never meant to catch his attention - let alone become his choice. On the eve of a wedding meant to unite kingdoms, Aerion changes the fate of three lives. In secret, before a septon and with Daeron as witness, he marries the one who was never meant to be chosen. And in a world where dragons take what they want... No one walks away unscathed.

The Monstrous Prince King's Landing, 209 AC - the dragons are long dead, their bones silent beneath the Red Keep. Yet their blood still burns in the veins of House Targaryen. Prince Aerion Targaryen was born of fire and madness - beautiful, cruel, and haunted by the echo of power his family lost. To the court, he is arrogant. To the realm, he is cursed. And to himself, he is nothing without the fire that was stolen from his bloodline. Then there is Princess Daenys Targaryen - pure, kind, and untouched by the shadows of their house. She sees the boy beneath the cruelty, the wounded soul behind the crown. But in Aerion's eyes, she becomes something else entirely: his salvation, his obsession, his undoing.