°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers...❞ brett talbot 𝒙 fem!oc © argentswrld 2021

HELAENA TARGARYEN hated Aerion and wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. The only problem? Aerion loved a game of cat and mouse, and he was utterly transfixed on his younger sister. Aerion would do everything in his power to keep her attention on him, even if that meant taking out lords, or manipulating his father to betroth them.

"Goodbye papa, please prey for me" - Seasons In The Sun - 2023 Remaster Vaella Targaryen was a delicate, melancholy beauty, whispered about in ballads and spoken of reverently by her own parents. She moved like silk through the world-soft, luminous, untouchable. And yet Aerion Brightflame had decided she was something to be torn apart, piece by piece, with teeth and claws.

They call my uncle the Anvil. They call my betrothed the Brightflame. They call my brother the Young Prince. They do not know what to call me. I am Visenya of House Targaryen-seventeen years of age, only daughter of Prince Baelor Breakspear and Princess Jena, sister to Valarr, granddaughter to King Daeron the Good. Where my father and brother wear their brown Dornish blood plainly in their dark hair-Valarr marked with that curious white streak behind his right ear-I bear the old Valyrian look without apology. Silver-white hair. Storm-grey eyes. The blood of the dragon written clear as flame. My father, Baelor Targaryen, is heir to the Iron Throne. My uncle, Maekar Targaryen, broods at Summerhall with his sons-Daeron the Dreamer, Aerion Brightflame, Aemon the upcoming maester, and little Aegon. My brother Valarr stands one heartbeat away from being Prince of Dragonstone. And I- I am promised to Aerion Targaryen. Promised since I was ten. The realm sees it as a strength-binding the lines of Baelor and Maekar closer still. Fire braided into fire. But the court whispers. They always whisper. They whisper of Aerion's cruelty. They whisper of Daeron's dreams. They whisper of Maekar's temper. They whisper of my father's mercy being mistaken for weakness. And soon, they will whisper of Ashford. The great tourney at Ashford Meadow will draw every knight with a scrap of pride and every lord with a hunger for spectacle. Hedge knights seeking glory. Princes seeking dominance. The smallfolk seeking distraction. My father says it is a celebration of peace beneath King Daeron's wise rule. My uncle says tourneys breed folly. My betrothed says he will make them kneel. I have seen how Aerion smiles when he speaks of kneeling. I do not yet know that I will meet Ser Duncan the Tall. I do not yet know that little Aegon-Egg-will follow him. I do not yet know that a single act of cruelty beneath a bright tourney sun will fracture our family before the eyes of the realm.

Family Tree is a short story set in a modern AU, inspired by Conflagrated (available on my profile) Aerion Targaryen and Aerea Targaryen giving absolutely no one a moment of peace, but make it 2026.

𝔐y rot is as hungry as me. And when God asks me about love, I always respond with cruelty. 𝔇AEMON 𝔗ARGARYEN / HOTD. 𝔦 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 2024 © letlanaa

Ungodly Hour "Love me At the ungodly hour." (superman 2025)

"You refuse to relieve me by your death. You will grow to be old, withered and grey just to spite me." (a knight of the seven kingdoms au)

--- ౨ৎ--- 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧; in which eloise grey moves back to pittsburgh with hopes of starting fresh and leaving her past behind. that was until she runs into a familiar face on her first day. frank langdon was older, steadier, and carrying regrets of his own. he never planned on seeing eloise again, but some people aren't meant to stay in the past.

Just between us did the love affair maim you too? Grey's Anatomy / Mark Sloan ⋮ cover by foxgloves