──The bluest flames burn the brightest. ✵ 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 "𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦" 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘯! OC ✵ 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨! ✵ 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯

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

[PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS‼️] IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

Mad, mad, the dragon's blood! 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 AERION TARGARYEN X FEM!OC X VALARR TARGARYEN. ©MONZIEE 2025.

Alsyanne Stark is sent south to marry Aerion "The Monstrous" Targaryen, a prince feared for his fire and cruelty. Their union begins with hatred, each glance and word a battle of wills, but sparks burn in the darkness between them. As desire and defiance collide, love becomes as dangerous as the flames he cannot control. *Original Female Character/Aerion Targaryen *if you have any ideas/advice feel free to send me a message !

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒜𝓈𝓀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒹𝒹 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 (TW : Daddy issues ) Le vent froid du Nord frappait durement contre ta peau douce et frileuse, tes vêtements minces ne lui faisant que faiblement barrage. Tes cheveux volaient au gré du vent alors que tes poignées s'accrochaient fermement aux rennes de ton majestueux cheval ébène qui hennissait sauvage en étendant tes assaillants s'approcher. Mais cette course effrénée prend subitement fin quand tu finis par tomber brutalement de ton cheval sous le coup de l'un des barbares danois. En levant les yeux, ton regard se pose sur le visage mortellement froid de ton assaillant. Celui qui deviendra sans crier garde ton plus grand espoir mais aussi ta plus grande tragédie.

*18+ content* I clean Bruce Wayne's manor. After months of roaming the gothic halls with my duster and mop, the prince of Gotham himself finally makes an appearance. And he is nothing like I expected the wealthiest man in the city to be. Before I get fully swept up into a whirlwind romance with Bruce, my niece, Jenna, gets herself in serious danger. The strange, masked vigilante who calls himself Vengeance swoops in to save the day, and I find myself torn between two entirely different men; two entirely different lives. How am I meant to juggle work, looking after Jenna, and dating two men at once?! This story includes characters and locations found in The Batman, sexually explicit scenes including exhibitionism and primal play, first person Y/N point of view, mentions of drug use, and descriptions of violence.

❛❛ Aemond yearned for her, that much she knew. It was a pity duty held a crown over her head, for Hira would have gladly fallen into his desire. ❜❜ - Hira, known to the Seven Kingdoms as Daemon's bastard daughter. In Leng, a Princess, a daughter of the God-Empress. To avoid the war brewing in Leng, she is sent to her father for safekeeping. Her Valyrian roots deem her too Targaryen, whilst her Lengii appearance make her a foreigner in Westeros. Never has she once fit in and perhaps that is why the silver haired Prince Aemond keeps a close, interested eye. Loyal to no one but herself, Hira soon realises that she has traded one war for another. Except in this one, history will know her name. - House of the Dragon | Aemond Targaryen