wait, actually I fully see this and I love it. Immediately pictured Valarr being betrothed to Stark!reader and being too nervous of meeting her but also wanting to earn her love.
Valarr stood in the gallery, silver lock falling across his brow as though it had been placed there by design. He smoothed his sleeve for the third time, though the silk was already immaculate. You, his betrothed, lingered near the window, the light catching your hair in a way that made him forget every carefully rehearsed word.
“My lady,” he began, voice softer than he intended. He cleared his throat, tried again. “My lady, I… I hope the journey here was not too wearisome.”
You turned, polite, expectant. Valarr’s heart thudded like a boy’s, not a prince’s. And was that…? A slight bit of blush on his face? probably the lightning.
“I know we are strangers still” he pressed on, fingers curling against his palm, “but I would not have you think me indifferent. I wish—”
He faltered, then forced himself to meet your eyes. “I wish to be worthy of your regard. Not only as your betrothed, but as… as a man who might earn your trust.”
The words hung between you, earnest and unpolished. He shifted, awkward in his own beauty, as if aware that silver hair and fine features were not enough. They were.
Your smile was small, but it softened him. Valarr exhaled, relief mingling with hope.
“My prince, your words captivate me. I’ve heard of your gentleness before…even far North one hears of you…”
That was blush on his face. Completely secured. He composed himself from the dreamy smile he had and stood straight.
“What you hear is different from what it is. But if you’ve heard that I’m gentle, I hope I don’t disappoint you…” he said, voice soft.
“I’m sure you won’t” you smiled.
a/n: this need a full series or a 5,K word fic. I’m not sure
13 if you had to choose one POSITIVE word to describe yourself, what would it be?
stealing from you and saying whimsical because who am i if not whimsy but also maybe loving :)
18 Who’s the first person you can think of?
well naturally you my amazing, talented, beautiful, perfect girlfriend.
but like seriously if anyone tells me to think of a person it’s gonna be roby pretty much every time.
20 If you could revive one tv show that has been cancelled, what show would it be?
JULIE AND THE PHANTOMMMSSSSSS
but also i am not okay with this and shadow and bone and like truly countless others
41 would you rather go on a date at a museum or a concert?
this one kind of depends ! i love both but i have to mentally prepare for both settings so it would have to be planned in advance. also depends on what the concert or museum is and who im going with usually but i really really enjoy both !
I know you’re all about stark men having breeding kinks but I’m 100% sure Aerion also has one ♡
18+
this makes so much sense because of his obsession with his bloodline would result in a breeding kink.
For Aerion, sex with you is not merely for pleasure; it is a sacred duty to strengthen the Targaryen line. He believes every time he lies with you, he is forging another link in the chain of his legacy. He is intensely focused on the act of conception itself, often prioritizing positions rumored to be most fruitful and those that might be more pleasurable for you.
His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he moves within you. His breathing is harsh in your ear.
"Take it. Take my seed, my blood, my fire. Let it root in your womb. You will give me a son. A dragon. You will."
According to that, he is obsessively attentive to your cycle and your moon blood. He knows precisely when you are most likely to conceive. During these times, his possessiveness and desire skyrocket. He will cancel all his plans, keeping you secluded in his chambers, his focus entirely on you.
His palm is warm and demanding as it spreads over your lower abdomen. "Can you feel it? The fire is gathering here. Soon, this belly will swell with my child, and all will see the power of our house."
We all know Aerion is really into that dragon shit, so he needs to hear you acknowledge your role and his supremacy. It fulfills his obsession. Your words are a sacrament to his ego.
He stills deep inside you, his violet eyes burning into yours. "Say it. Tell me whose seed fills you." When you whimper his name, he shakes his head, a cruel smile on his lips. "No. Not my name. Say you are filled with the blood of the dragon."
It’s pretty obvious that his kink is inextricably linked to his fanatical belief in Targaryen superiority and purity. The thought of siring a child—especially a son—who embodies the "pure" Valyrian bloodline is a powerful aphrodisiac for him.
He traces the line of your jaw, his touch deceptively gentle. "He will have your beauty, but my eyes. The eyes of a conqueror." He kisses you, because his sensitive side comes out only when you’re with him.
He might make subtly crude or possessive remarks in court about "attending to his dynastic duties" later, his gaze hot on you. It’s a way to mark his territory and boast about the potency of his lineage.
At a feast, a lord foolishly compliments you a touch too long. Aerion's arm snakes around your waist, pulling you tightly against his side. "Admire her all you wish, my lord. She is the fairest in the realm. But save your sighs. Her time is occupied with the far more important business of crafting a dragon."
I belive he’d be the proudest of them all when you’re finally pregnant. It’s a way that shows the realm that you’re his.
Not his ass talking like this when he’s like 11th in line to the throne, Aerion the #delusional
maybe he’s like his father in that way. cause you see baelor fidget with his rings in the show. maybe valarr inherited the fidgeting habits but he uses r instead.
like he’d play with her hand, fidget with the jewelry on her hands, mess with our hair etc 🙂↕️💆🏻♀️
I love this so much because you are soo right, like he’s so impatient and you’re his only relief, lawddd
He’ll absentmindedly trace the lines of your palm, fiddle with your rings, or roll your fingers between his own when he’s deep in thought. It’s not even conscious, he just needs the grounding.
If you wear bracelets or rings, he’ll twist them around, tug gently, or click them together. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until you laugh and call him out.
“You’re going to wear that ring thin if you keep turning it.”
Valarr, with a smile, “Better your ring than my nerves.”
He’ll twirl strands of your hair around his fingers, braid little sections, or tuck it behind your ear over and over. It’s soothing for him, but also a way of keeping you close.
Loose sleeves, laces, or hems? He’ll tug at them, smooth them down, or knot them absentmindedly while listening to someone speak.
“You’re a perfectionist” you’d joke.
“You’re already perfect”
I feel like in bed, when he’s drifting off, he’ll toy with your necklace chain or trace patterns on your arm until he finally relaxes enough to sleep, mumbling sweet nothings to your ear.
Something you’d notice is that whenever he’s anxious or overwhelmed, his first instinct is to reach for you, your hand, your hair, your jewelry. During council meetings or during a tourney.
My headcanon is that all of these men are so protective of dayne! Reader’s virtue and honor they wouldn’t reveal they slept with her with each other or even mention her that way because they all think they are having this secrecy love affair with her LMAOOOOOO I wanna see who gets to marry her because this is getting too good
LMAO, this just gave me the perfect scenario of Aerion bragging about sleeping with a very beautiful woman to the others but not daring to say her name so when he starts describing her they’re all like
