Where Aerion burned outward, Aeralieth burned inward. Where he demanded the world's gaze, she learned to move unseen. Two halves of the same fire, shaped differently but born from the same spark. Aerion Targaryen x original character Aeralieth Targaryen This is a slow burn, but I'm not gonna drag chapters out with useless foder, so it won't be too far away for the juicy stuff to happen i pinky swear. AERALIETH PRONOUNCIATION: Air-ah-lie-eth

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔦𝔫. In the shadow of the Red Keep, beneath banners stitched with three-headed dragons, two children are born beneath the same cry. He is fire. She is ash and air. Prince Aerion Targaryen grows sharp-edged and brilliant, a creature of pride and fury. The court whispers early that there is something wrong in him - something too bright, too cruel, too hungry. They call him monstrous long before he earns the name. Princess Aerea is his twin - soft-voiced, silver-eyed, and deceptively fragile. The smallfolk call her little dove. They mistake her gentleness for weakness. They do not see how closely doves and dragons share the sky. Bound by blood, sharpened by grief, and haunted by a mother lost too soon, Aerion and Aerea grow into something dangerous - not merely siblings, not merely husband and wife, but two halves of a single, volatile flame. He burns for power. She burns for him. In a court ruled by duty and watched by gods who delight in cruelty, love becomes obsession, grief becomes madness, and devotion turns feral. The realm will remember Aerion as Brightflame. It will whisper that he was mad. But madness is rarely born alone. And when fire consumes everything it touches... It does not ask who it destroys.

In the shadows of the Red Keep, fire and water are destined to collide. ​Nhaella Seastar is a living ghost of a golden age. The daughter of the realm's most feared sorcerer, Bloodraven, and its most beautiful enchantress, Shiera Seastar, she is known to the court as the Pale Pearl. With her porcelain skin and haunting sea-blue-green eyes, she moves through the dragon's nest like a silent nymph-fragile to the eye, but carrying the heavy burden of the Sight. ​While others see the world as it is, Nhaella sees it as it will be: bathed in ash and drowning in shadow. ​Prince Aerion "Brightflame" Targaryen is a man consumed by his own light. Arrogant, volatile, and obsessed with the divine purity of his blood, he views himself as a god made flesh. In Nhaella, he finds the only thing rare enough to satisfy his hunger-a beauty that doesn't flinch at his rage and a dreamer who holds the keys to his destiny. ​As Aerion's obsession with power and wildfire grows, Nhaella must navigate a treacherous hierarchy of kings and princes, all while her visions warn of a coming storm that no amount of dragon-fire can stop. In a world of silver and gold, the Pale Pearl must decide if she will be the anchor that saves the Brightflame, or the tide that finally puts him out.

Don't be scared I've done this before Show me your teeth. Aerion Targaryen x fem!OC

In the jeweled city of Lys, where marble glows like moonlight and every pleasure has a price, a dragon lives in exile. Prince Aerion Targaryen was sent across the Narrow Sea to quiet the fire in his blood. Instead, he lets it burn. The courts adore him. The streets fear him. And the sea whispers of the kingdom he left behind. Then she appears. Valeyra does not bow. She does not tremble. And when she looks at him, it is not with awe - but with something far more dangerous. Recognition. She came to Lys to escape her past. He was sent there to outrun his. Neither intends to fall into the orbit of the other. Yet in a city that devours the lonely and crowns the reckless, their paths refuse to remain separate. What begins as defiance becomes fascination. What grows from fascination begins to feel like fate. But blood remembers what the mind forgets. And some bonds, once broken, do not remain buried. Set against silk-draped balconies, moonlit canals, and the ever-present shadow of dragonfire, this is a story of exile, longing, and the kind of love that does not ask permission - only sacrifice. In a world where destiny is written in flame, two souls will discover that not all stories are meant to end in glory. Some are meant to burn.

"A dragon does not deserve to be alone in the world, and neither do we." The line between ally and enemy is as treacherous as the dragons that soar above Westeros. In a realm where dragons soar and thrones are won and lost, Daenyra Targaryen, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen, stands at the heart of a brewing storm. Raised amidst the grandeur and treachery of House Targaryen, she must navigate the intricate web of alliances and betrayals during the infamous Dance of Dragons. Daenyra finds herself torn between familial loyalty and her own ambition to claim the Iron Throne. As the realm plunges into civil war, Daenyra plays a dangerous game by feigning allegiances and forging unexpected alliances. Determined to shape her own destiny, she must outmaneuver rivals and confront ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos of war, she must challenge her deepest fears and darkest desires, proving that she is more than a pawn in the deadly game of thrones. HOTD | F&B | FANFICTION Aemond Targaryen x OC

𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 - 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 (𝐎𝐂)

After waking up in a mysterious forest, Roan is taken captive by the Mirkwood elves. Afraid she might never get out of the dungeon with a hideous orc as a neighbour, she meets Haldir from Lothlorien in her despair. They get along, and he seems to be the only one who's kind to her. The King of Mirkwood however isn't so sweet and talkative to her as the Lothlorien elf. Roan wants nothing to do with him, but when she learns about his past, he suddenly doesn't seem so cold...

"What do you mean a child jumped off the bridge?" This is where young Lúthien's story continues, after experiencing a traumatic experience she finds herself running for the Great Elven King's gates not long before jumping off the bridge that connects the Mirkwood forest to the Thranduil's palace. And from there, her adventure growing up in the Woodland Realm begins PSA! The account Tauriel_Greenleaf23 has been stealing my work and publishing it! They currently have my other Thranduil fic "The Moth and the Flame" published. If you see my work anywhere else please let me know and report! Thank you so much!🧡 10/14/21 (So if you're enjoying this fic so far, I've actually got another one that's been completed. It's older and hasn't gone through editing yet, but if you're interested it's there 😊)

"A Targaryen all alone in the world it's a terrible thing." After Daenerys death, her daughter Daenys, flew away with Drogon. Feeling lost with out her mother beside her, but what will happen when Daenys find a portal that will lead her to a certain world, where dwell elves, dwarves, humans and other races. Glorfindel x Daenys Targaryen