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INFERNO [aerion targaryen]
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"WHATEVER OUR SOULS ARE MADE OF,
HIS AND MINE ARE THE SAME."
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
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In the frozen North, Juelle Frostmere has always found solace in the freedom her noble birth allows her - hunting, sparring, and the quiet companionship of Cregan, her father's only bastard son and lifelong friend. But when Aerion Targaryen, heir to the dragon blood, arrives at her name day, everything she knows about loyalty, love, and power is challenged. In a world where fire meets ice, can hearts endure the flames? This is a fanfiction set in the world of Westeros, featuring completely fictional houses and characters created for this story. Any resemblance to established lore is coincidental.Concluída
Conflagrated - Aerion Targaryen
"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."
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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 targaryenConcluída
Tainted, Aerion Targaryen ✔︎
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?Concluída
Chaos | Aerion Targaryen
Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.Concluída
The Dragons Mercy-Aerion Targaryen
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.
Thorns || Aerion "Brightflame" Targaryen
"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) ||
Fire and Starlight | Aerion Targaryen
An Aerion Targaryen Fanfiction Set in a sharp edged, gilded Targaryen court, this high-stakes romance follows Aerion Brightflame and Alysanne Dayne from bitter, razor-sharp enemies to the undisputed rulers of the Red Keep. What starts as a volatile clash of mutual suspicion hardens into a terrifyingly effective partnership. Together, they outmaneuver the high lords, sweep aside rivals and weaponize the kingdom's own ledgers to take total control of the crown's machinery. But the real meat of the story happens behind closed doors. Stripped of courtly theater, their fierce rivalry gives way to an intense, deeply protective devotion. Having burned down the old world and silenced every threat, they step away from the noise to claim a quiet, untouchable life, proving that the only throne that ever mattered was the one they built for each other.Concluída
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.
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