"But there is one thing we desire more than each other," she whispered. Her lips brushed his, barely a touch, light as breath. A provocation. "Power." Eleanor Tyrell was not kind. No one ever dared to question that and one had to be a fool to see gentleness where there was none at all. She did not conceal her cruelty, nor her pride. In fact, she thought it suited her. When Prince Maekar tried to wed his son Aerion in a desperate attempt to tame him, Lord Leo Tyrell didn't hesitate to secure that match for his own daughter, hoping it would tame her just the same. It didn't. Aerion and Eleanor were like flame to flame, igniting a wildfire, leaving nothing but destruction in their way. A match made in hell. The hunger for power ignited something inside of them, consuming both until there was nothing left of them anymore. Just death. || Aerion Targaryen X OC (A little Daeron) ||

Rhae stands where the world feared to tread. Aerion kneels only to her, loving her with teeth and fire, willing to slaughter anyone who dares stand between them.

It was cold and dark. Visenya's eyes could only just about see Aerion stood immediately before her as the light ignited by the flames around them danced around his face. He stared towards her, like he was trying to do nothing but figure her out. "Please" she spoke, her voice coming out as more of a whisper, "believe me" she added. Her eyes were pleading, her heart rate beating at a quick pace. His eyes flicked between her own, he took a step closer and backed her into the bed's wooden pillar making her breath hitch. Then, he shook his head as his face grew inches from her own. "No." // After a troubled start to childhood a young Visenya is shipped away to Dorne to be raised away from the spotlight with a promise to return when she is fit for marriage. Now, a much more mature Visenya must make her way home. Her homecoming leads her straight to the tourney at Ashford Meadows, where the realm's most eligible knights gather to compete for glory. But among the shining armour rides the very man tied to the shadows of her childhood, the one person she has tried to forget leading to a fatal attraction and desire that no matter how much she refuses it. Will she be able to resist and find a suitor? Or will she let her whole reputation come crashing down?

"WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF, HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME." - Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë [FEM!OCxAerionTargaryen]

She was never meant to burn. At Ashford, Princess Viserra Targaryen plays a dangerous game; flirting with knights, provoking princes, and refusing to be controlled. But when her rivalry with the dangerously charming Aerion Targaryen turns into something deeper, sharper, and far more consuming, the game begins to unravel. Because Viserra is changing. And whatever is awakening inside her is not something even dragons have forgotten.

𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 (𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙗) 𝘿𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙚; 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩. 2025 Aerion Targaryen x female oc Does not follow storyline of Akotsk ! #1 in House of the Dragon 🏆

Sherah is captured in Pentos, found stranded and naked ashore. Sent to King's Landing under King Daeron II's command, she is said to carry the blood of Old Valyria. Sherah becomes a whisper of hope in a time where dragons are but ash and legends. However, Prince Aerion Targaryen, dragons obsessed, bright as a flame and twice as mad, seems to distract Sherah from her purpose. fem oc x aerion targaryen