Sweetheart

[theel1ttlemmermaid]

A little smth about me ✨🫶🏻

19. she/her. this is just a fun little hobby but i’d love to make some new friends 🫶🏻 Be kind 😚 i’ll mostly post on weekends around 7-9 pm but there might be other updates on weekdays (hopefully university won’t kill my schedule, but if it does be a little patient please)

Masterlist

[sunkssdcherry]

aerion targaryen you have bewitched me body and soul and i love i love i love you

[theel1ttlemmermaid]

amen 😙

[the-darklings]

just saw a tiktok that said “girls be like ‘i hate this man so much’ and then have sex with him later” and immediately thought of tt!aerion and delicious hate-fucking 🤤 i just know its goes nasty af, degrading dirty talk with praise accidentally slipping through “shut your fucking mouth, so fucking bratty—god, you’re so fucking warm.”

you hate aerion. genuinely.

he's mean, he's crude and he looks at you like you're a joke he's the only one laughing at, and his mouth is filthy and his trailer is a shithole and he's got this way of leaning against things with his whole body like the world owes him a favour.

you want to hit him so badly your palms itch.

he calls you princess like it's a slur. he makes fun of your car, your clothes, your voice, the way you hold your drink. he says you don't belong here, stark with those pale eyes and that sharp grin and you think: i'm going to destroy this man.

and aerion hates you right back. hates your composure, your money, your refusal to react when he's trying so hard to get under your skin. hates that you look at him like you're judging him for breathing the same air you do.

he hates that you smell expensive and clean and that your hands are soft. that you walked into his world like you had a right to it and you do, somehow.

you carry the authority of belonging everywhere you go and he's never belonged anywhere, and he wants to tear you apart and fuck you into his matress in equal measure.

so you fuck. obviously.

not because you like each other, but because the hatred needs somewhere to go and your bodies figured it out before their brains caught up. it's a pressure valve. that's it. you piss each other off with intent, with delight even, and then you crash into each other because the alternative is actually killing someone.

and the hatefucking is feral.

early days, it's all teeth and zero tenderness.

you give him head and it's not for his pleasure, it's a punishment.

your teeth graze the shaft and aerion hisses, grabbing your hair and you look up at him with those cold eyes and dare him to pull you off.

he doesn't. he can't. and you know it. so you take him deeper and let your teeth catch again, just enough, just the edge of danger, and his hips jerk at the sensation. he calls you a bitch and you hum around him, smirking slightly, the vibration making his thighs shake.

he's fisting your hair hard enough to hurt and you don't pull off. no matter what he does, tugs, swears, tries to fuck your throat, grabs the back of your neck, you stay. you set the pace, nails sunk into his thighs, his ass, whatever you can grab of him. because you decide when it ends.

aerion comes with your name in his mouth like it tastes like battery acid. you swallow every drop and wipe your lips with the back of your hand and glance at him like was that all?

he retaliates. because it's aerion, and he'll never leave matter of pride alone.

you're at some party with some date. a nice guy, safe guy, the kind of man your father would approve of, and aerion materialises like he was summoned by the scent of you pretending to be interested in someone else.

he doesn't introduce himself. doesn't acknowledge the date. just catches your elbow, leans in close enough that his lips drag against the shell of your ear, and says: “you're wearing the dress I fucked you in last weekend. you think I can't tell? I can smell myself on you, princess. bet you didn't even wash it. bet you couldn't.”

your whole body goes rigid and hot. your thighs press together and you hate him so much your vision whites out at the edges.

he pulls back just enough to look at your face. reads it like a book, his mouth twitching.

“you're wet right now,” he murmurs, quieter, just for you, his thumb pressing into the inside of your elbow where your pulse is hammering. “I can tell by the way you're sitting. you cross your legs like that when you're trying not to squirm." his eyes flick to your date and back to you. bored. dismissive. “he's not gonna do anything about it. you know that. I know that. so you can sit here and smile at him for another hour and go home and think about me when you touch yourself, or you can come with me right now and i'll make you come so hard you forget his name.” he lets go of your elbow. steps back. “your call, stark.”

your date asks if everything's okay. you say fine. your voice comes out steady because you're a wolf and wolves don't shake in front of prey. but your hands are fisted in your lap and your pulse is in your throat. aerion is already walking away because he doesn't need to wait for your answer. he already knows.

you excuse yourself ninety seconds later. you tell your date you need the bathroom. you follow aerion down the hallway like you're being pulled on a wire and you hate yourself, and you hate him, and you're so turned on you can barely walk straight.

he's leaning against the bathroom door waiting for you with that lazy, mean, knowing grin, hands in his pockets, and he says, “ninety seconds, huh? getting slow, princess”, and you grab him by the shirt and drag him inside and lock the door with your other hand.

he fucks you against the sink. your dress shoved up, his jeans barely pulled down, one hand braced on the mirror behind you and the other gripping your thigh hard enough to leave fingerprints. it's fast and mean and so good you bite through your own lip keeping quiet because anyone could walk in. anyone could hear. and aerion grins against your throat. that sharp, satisfied, terrible grin, and whispers: go back to your date, princess. tell him you had a real nice time.

you do. you go back with your hair fixed and your lipstick reapplied and aerion's handprint bruising into your thigh under the dress. you stand across from this nice, safe man and smile and make conversation and think about nothing except the ache between your legs and the taste of aerion still on your tongue.

he watches you from across the room. smirking. you want to kill him. you'll fuck him again by thursday.

and then he starts fucking other girls.

not because he wants them. because he wants to stop wanting you. because whatever this is, this thing between you, it's getting under his skin in a way that makes him vicious with panic.

you're a stark. you're rich. you're everything he isn't and everything he resents and his body keeps reaching for you like a reflex he can't train out and it's pissing him off.

so he tries to replace you. drags some girl home from a bar, fucks her in his trailer, in his bed, face down so he doesn’t have to look at her, in the same sheets you've been in, and the whole time he's thinking about how she doesn't bite hard enough. how she doesn't pull his hair the right way, doesn't look at him with that cold wolf stare that makes his blood so hot he feels like he could actually breathe fire.

she moans too easily. gives in too fast. there's no fight in it. there's no teeth. he finishes and feels nothing and lies there in the dark with his jaw clenched, and his fists clenched, and thinks what the fuck have you done to me, stark.

it doesn't work. none of them work. he cycles through three, four, five girls trying to scratch the itch, and every single one just makes it worse because now he has proof that nobody else feels like you. nobody else makes his hands shake. nobody else makes him want to tear something apart and crawl inside it at the same time.

and you find out.

you hear about it, or you see it, or you smell her perfume on his shirt when he shows up at your door like nothing's changed, and you go cold. wolf-cold. the kind of freezing calm that makes grown men step back without knowing why. your eyes go flat and your voice goes even and you close yourself off from him so completely it's like watching a castle gate drop.

“don't touch me.”

“what's your problem?”

“I don't want someone's sloppy seconds.”

and you turn to walk away from him. actually walk away, actually leave.

and that's the thing aerion can't stomach, not now, not ever. because you can hate him, you can insult him, you can claw his face open, but you can't fucking leave.

he grabs your arm and you spin on him, shoving him and he grabs you harder and you're snarling at each other. your nails in his chest through his shirt, his hands bruising your arms, teeth bared like animals, and you're calling him every name you know and he's throwing them right back and you shove him again and he catches your wrists. so you bite his hand, and he slams you into the wall and kisses you so hard your skull makes a thud against the plaster.

and you kiss him back. you hate yourself for it. your teeth sink into his bottom lip and you taste blood, aerion groans into your mouth and his hands are in your hair and your nails are raking down his neck, leaving welts and it's violent. it's ugly. it's everything wrong with what you are together.

except.

except your fingers are in his hair and they stop pulling and start holding. except his grip on your hip goes from bruising to bracing. except somewhere between the fourth bite and the fifth your mouths slow down and the kissing turns from punishment into something deeper, hungrier but less angry.

his forehead drops against yours and you're both breathing so hard your chests heave together and his hand comes up to cup your jaw, his thumb tracing your cheekbone and neither of you says a word but the temperature of the room shifts.

he fucks you right there against the wall and it starts rough, starts vicious, one leg around his waist and your teeth in his shoulder while his hand fists in your hair. and then it changes. again. the way it always changes with you.

the fury burns through itself and what's underneath is worse because what's underneath is need. aerion buries his face in your neck and his hips slow and you cling to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, face pressed into his hair, and you're holding each other so tight it's hard to breathe but neither of you lets go.

it's insane. it's maddening. the power of it, the all-consuming gravity of what happens when you stop fighting long enough to feel each other. like being caught in an undertow. like being swallowed whole. and the more you give into it, the more terrifying it gets. because the passion isn't separate from the tenderness. it's the same thing. it's always been the same thing. the biting and the clinging are the same gesture when it's you two.

and that's when the degradation starts breaking apart.

“you're such a fucking nightmare, stark. you're... you ruin everything. you ruin every other girl for me. I can't stop, you're so...”

and his voice catches. and what comes next isn't an insult.

“you're so warm. fuck. you're so warm, I can't...”

“shut up.”

“you feel like...”

“maybe learn how to fuck me better so I can't think like you do.”

and your voice cracks on it too. because it was supposed to be mean and it came out desperate, and he heard the difference. he always hears the difference.

it builds like this. over weeks. over months. the degradation that was your common language starts getting holes in it.

places where the cruelty breaks apart and the real thing bleeds through. he calls you a brat and then whispers good girl into your throat before he can catch himself and goes rigid like he's been electrocuted. you tell him he's worthless and then come so hard you say his name, his actual name, not targaryen not asshole not you, but aerion, soft, hungry, and his whole body shudders like you've stabbed him.

“Don't,” he says afterwards, barely audible. “don't say my name like that.”

“like what?”

he doesn't answer. you press your forehead against his. breathe his air. let your fingers trace the line of his jaw where the tension lives. and when you both finish it's quiet. no biting, no cursing. all that's left is aerion's forehead on yours, your breath mixing in the small space between and both of you shaking but neither of you pulling away.

he ruins it, after. says something mean, picks a fight, slams out of whatever room you're in. because aerion would rather blow it up than sit with the evidence that he just made love to you and called you warm and meant it. and you let him go. you sit in the wreckage and touch your own swollen mouth where his was and think: oh. oh, this is a problem.

[theel1ttlemmermaid]

God!Aerion hdc inspired by the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice

God!Aerion, who’s the son of Maekar the god of the Living and Dyanna the goddess of the Underworld

God!Aerion, who gets obsessed with e mere mortal princess, who comes to his mothers temple to pray for mercy against her fathers wishes to marry her to a man thrice her age, but in turn finds her son there looking at her like she’s his salvation

God!Aerion, who’s cruel, mean, and vengeful and once he wants something it doesn’t matter who he has to hurt or kill to get what he wants

God!Aerion, who sends gifts to said mortal princess, but his idea of gifts are rather, gruesome, coming in the form of her suitors heads or several body parts

God!Aerion, whose first actual interaction with princess!reader is him presenting himself in mortal form as a handsome man who tries to seduce her, but gets slapped for his immodesty

God!Aerion, who then transforms into his true self and scares princess!reader to the point she faints, and when she awakens terrorises her even more by talking of punishments for putting hands on a god

God!Aerion, who makes her get on her knees and beg for forgiveness as not to escalate things further, but ends up getting hard from the sight of her on her knees begging him for mercy

God!Aerion, who loves to pop up unexpectedly to tease princess!reader, at the palace, in the gardens, in her room, when she’s in lessons, walking around the city, when she goes praying in temples

God!Aerion who loves to sneak kisses from princess!reader leaving her blushing and speechless, like the pretty maiden that she is

God!Aerion, who has reader go into his temple and make offerings to him just so that he can feel her life essence in his space

God!Aerion, who gets an earful from his mother for doing this to princess!reader after she came and begged at the temple of Dyanna Dayne for mercy from her fathers cruelty, only to receive even more cruelty from her son

God!Aerion, who comes into your room into the middle of the night simply to look at you, you are so beautiful, and he’s a god so shouldn’t every beautiful thing belong to him anyway?

God!Aerion, who calls you his darling goddess, his sweet princess, his little swan

God!Aerion, who somehow feels whenever another man comes too close in your direction for his liking, don’t those fools know that you belong to a god?!

God!Aerion, who also loves to gift you jewellery with his specific markings, dresses in his colours, gold coins with his face in them, anything that’ll remind you of him when he is not there

God!Aerion, who hates himself for falling for a mere mortal, he’s a god for fucks sake, so he goes off the radar for a few weeks trying to put out this infatuation with you by fucking other goddesses, why ever would he need a mortal when he has goddesses falling over themselves for his favour

God!Aerion, who knows he deserves better, he deserve a goddess of his level, powerful as he is, but you always linger in the back of his head, lingering, lingering, lingering never leaving his mind, he just knows you have bewitched him, put a spell on him to gain his love,yet he stills does nothing for he knows he’d rather be bewitched by you rather then forget you

God!Aerion, who one day as he lounges eating grapes and drinking wine hears your cries and pleas with your father as he drags you to his mothers temple to marry you off

God!Aerion, who loses his mind and storms the temple, killing the groom with a strike of lighting, setting the temple aflame and giving a very clear warning to your father as not to try this again

God!Aerion, who refuses for you to leave his side after what happens, and manipulates you into believing that you need him for his protection, that he’s the only one who can keep you safe, promising that as long as you obey him nothing can ever happen to you

God!Aerion, who loves to hold you in his arms feeling just how breakable you are under his hand, just a snap of his wrist and there goes your pretty swan like neck, maybe he should do it get rid of you and this fixation he has with you

God!Aerion, who softens with you over time showing his affection more clearly, or maybe you’ve just gotten used to his sadistic tendencies to the point you think of them as affection, not that he cares as long as you love him

God!Aerion, who adores when you smile at him, that smile full of love and life and everything Aerion thought he didn’t deserve yet want

God!Aerion, who in time starts to realises this feeling for what it truly is, love

God!Aerion, who begs his mother and father to grant you immortality, which Maekar thinks is ridiculous and only sends him away, why ever would they grant a mortal woman immortality? Plenty will come and plenty will go, Aerion will get bored of this one and then discard her and whatever should Maeker do with her then?

God!Aerion, who loves to lay with you in fields watching you as you admire the terrain around you, the animals, the flowers, the sky

God!Aerion, who loves to give you flower crowns claiming that they befit you and your station, after all you are a princess and your father should already shower you with crowns

God!Aerion, who adores you, truly he does, you are the apple of his eye, doesn’t matter that he has duties or that he is needed in Valyria, you are his main concern, his main priority everything else is just background noise where you are concerned

God!Aerion, who makes flowers bloom wherever you go as a sign you are blessed by the gods, to show everyone that you belong to a god

God!Aerion, who makes thunder rumble in the skies as a warning whenever your father tries to arrange suitors to come over at the palace to bid for your hand in marriage

God!Aerion, who does not realise that his actions might be perceived wrong in the eyes of mortals, for what do they know of gods and their courting ways

God!Aerion, who realises too late that he has doomed you,and of what your father is planning and only arrives at the scene too late, when you are on the ground bleeding, and bleeding, and bleeding, how can a mortals body hold so much blood?

God!Aerion, who thinks you look so small in the ground, your face who used to be so full of colour, of joy, of life, is now so pale and frozen

God!Aerion, who screams in despair as he holds your body close, kissing your forehead, your bloody cheeks and lips, whispering sweet nothings as he feels your heartbeat slow and promises he’ll fix this, he’ll fix you, as your father watches in horror as a god cries over his daughters slaughtered body

God!Aerion, who kills your father for ever dare laying a hand on you, for ever thinking you were cursed by the gods, when you were oh so loved by one of them

God!Aerion, who watches the light fade away from you and go down into his mothers realm, but refuses to leave you there on the cold ground, so he’ll hold you until you are fully gone from the realm of the living, only once he is sure that nothing remains of you, he’ll pick up your bloody body and lay it upon the ground outside as he wills the flora and fauna to cover you in pretty pretty lilies

God!Aerion, who goes back to Valyria and begs and begs and begs with his father to bring you back, pleads and pleads and pleads with his mother to grant you mercy in her domain

God!Aerion, who gets told to forget you and to continue with his life, that you were bound to die and leave him one day anyway so he should have already accepted your fate

God!Aerion, who goes back to his mother again and again and again until she agrees to give him a chance, to prove that he really loves this mortal woman she will give him a passage to her domain and there he must find his mortal woman and bring her back to Valyria himself, to go through the underworld alone and go face to face with the monsters that reside there for true love, and if he is triumphant he may keep this woman for eternity

God!Aerion who accepts his mother’s challenge without a second thought, because he will bring you back no matter what

And then God!Aerion plunges into his mother’s domain, the underworld, to get his love back and this time around keep her with him till the ends of time

Divider by: @porcelaincatx 🩷

[sergwaynez]

sweetened tea.

morning breakfast with husband! gwayne and your son! daeron. inspired by daeron asking for gwayne in the latest episode .

daeron knows that love exists because you and gwayne exist.

its fluid, golden liquid, dancing in the way gwayne spoons the honey in your sweetened tea before you've even made it to the breakfast hall. he hasn't eaten yet, he waiting for your entrance and the moment his eyes set foot on your frame through the door he's up in an instance. daeron doesn't even hear the scrape of his chair or the clunk of his shoes on cold ground, nor does he hear the small breaths from his uncle's quickened pace. no, this happens at light speed, like a natural born reaction that gwayne is drawn to you.

daeron sees the slow smile mirrored across your faces, a teasing joke that the two of you only know and he sees gwayne take your hand, bring it to his lips with such grace, such nobility and restraint that you scrunch your nose up in delight; feeling exactly how it felt all those years ago when he first courted you. the sound of your laughter swirls like the honey in your tea, like a magnet gwayne's ears perk up and he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead. he knows daeron is behind back at the table so he doesn't do more, he knows what it is to be respectful and not, though you do a damn well job of making sure he forgets most of the time. but for the sake of his nephew, he stops. he offers you his arm that you take instantly, slotting in perfectly next to his as his steps slow to match yours, a piece of harmony.

daeron watches with a smile as gwayne reaches the table, he walks past his chair first, knowing you'll want to reach out press a featherly kiss to his hair and a warm palm to his jaw. "good morrow, my sweet," and the glint in your eyes lights his whole world bright. its motherly the way you tend to him, the way he's always ever known it to be you and gwayne. gwayne and you. ormund, when its not you and gwayne. oh how he wishes it will always be you and gwayne.

he misses the heat as soon as your hand leaves his face with a ruffle to his hair and you take your designated seat in between your husband and son, one that gwayne has already pulled out for you and tucks you in. its a marvel how he does this all one handed, one firmly tucked into yours and daeron almost giggles boyishly at how such a love, so firm and strong can exist in turbulent times as such. but this is normalcy, your purpose and when gwayne brings your sweetened tea to your lips, the ceramic a nice warm and not burn just the way you like you sigh in bliss.

"thank you, my love," you whisper tenderly and he smiles, one for himself in pride and the other to you in devotion. your attention turns to daeron as gwayne begins to tuck into his meal. its a rhythm, you talk with daeron about his valyrian lessons, how his dragon riding is coming on, his interests, his rest, all these details are important to you. daeron almost feels bad for the way he's sucking in your attention but gwayne pays this no mind. the subtle shuffle of cutlery against his plate and besides, he's too busy rearranging your plate- he wipes the jam he knows you like clean off his dish and onto yours. and without even taking your eyes off your nephew, you move the fruit he likes off yours and onto his.

gwayne murmurs a "thank you" against your skin, the breath hot and heavy with a kiss to your neck as you're still turned to your nephew.

"you're doing extremely well, daeron," you lean in and pat his hand reassuringly. and daeron's heart swells with immense pride, all he's ever wanted was to do good with the cards he's been dealt.

"very well," gwayne's head bobs from your side of view, "you make our house very proud, you make us very proud," and just like the honey in your tea, daeron melts into something dangerously softer. the love you and gwayne share has always opened its orbit in the presence of daeron, and now it sucks him in whole, a nice warm tuck to an easy rest.

"though i'm afraid you'll have to start eating soon my heart, lest your uncle devours this whole spread," you jest and as daeron's body vibrates with an entertained chuckle, your head is thrown back into a fit of giggles, muffled as your tucked into your husband's chest as he tries to pretend outrage and offense. you look up to him, secure in his hold and soften.

"good morning to you, wife," he teases and for a second, gwayne forgets all about the young one seated centimetres from you and closes your mouth over his. in all the moments daeron has been raised in your care, there's no words to describe how you and gwayne are when you are with each other. daeron's heard the stories, been trained with the noble knight and knows how fearless, how co-ordinated and lethal his uncle can be. but he also knows the whispers, the laughter, the love existing in mundane moments. gwayne doesn't need to be loud to command the room, he certainly has commanded yours and daeron's life with such ease. but never has he seen his uncle so unguarded when he is by your side, so enamoured and oh so, normal.

"yes it seems it is a good morning," you whisper in return, content in his hold and by his side for life.

daeron eats the rest of his breakfast with quiet contempt and as he stares out to the resting sun with all its beautiful blue and white, he wishes that in his lifetime he hopes to get as lucky as you and gwayne have. to find a love seems an easy feat, but to find a love and yourself in another and to find reasons to fight for that love each and every day, that is rare.

[theel1ttlemmermaid]

God!Aerion hdc inspired by the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice

{au!aerion masterlist}

God!Aerion, who’s the son of Maekar the god of the Living and Dyanna the goddess of the Underworld

God!Aerion, who gets obsessed with e mere mortal princess, who comes to his mothers temple to pray for mercy against her fathers wishes to marry her to a man thrice her age, but in turn finds her son there looking at her like she’s his salvation

God!Aerion, who’s cruel, mean, and vengeful and once he wants something it doesn’t matter who he has to hurt or kill to get what he wants

God!Aerion, who sends gifts to said mortal princess, but his idea of gifts are rather, gruesome, coming in the form of her suitors heads or several body parts

God!Aerion, whose first actual interaction with princess!reader is him presenting himself in mortal form as a handsome man who tries to seduce her, but gets slapped for his immodesty

God!Aerion, who then transforms into his true self and scares princess!reader to the point she faints, and when she awakens terrorises her even more by talking of punishments for putting hands on a god

God!Aerion, who makes her get on her knees and beg for forgiveness as not to escalate things further, but ends up getting hard from the sight of her on her knees begging him for mercy

God!Aerion, who loves to pop up unexpectedly to tease princess!reader, at the palace, in the gardens, in her room, when she’s in lessons, walking around the city, when she goes praying in temples

God!Aerion who loves to sneak kisses from princess!reader leaving her blushing and speechless, like the pretty maiden that she is

God!Aerion, who has reader go into his temple and make offerings to him just so that he can feel her life essence in his space

God!Aerion, who gets an earful from his mother for doing this to princess!reader after she came and begged at the temple of Dyanna Dayne for mercy from her fathers cruelty, only to receive even more cruelty from her son

God!Aerion, who comes into your room into the middle of the night simply to look at you, you are so beautiful, and he’s a god so shouldn’t every beautiful thing belong to him anyway?

God!Aerion, who calls you his darling goddess, his sweet princess, his little swan

God!Aerion, who somehow feels whenever another man comes too close in your direction for his liking, don’t those fools know that you belong to a god?!

God!Aerion, who also loves to gift you jewellery with his specific markings, dresses in his colours, gold coins with his face in them, anything that’ll remind you of him when he is not there

God!Aerion, who hates himself for falling for a mere mortal, he’s a god for fucks sake, so he goes off the radar for a few weeks trying to put out this infatuation with you by fucking other goddesses, why ever would he need a mortal when he has goddesses falling over themselves for his favour

God!Aerion, who knows he deserves better, he deserve a goddess of his level, powerful as he is, but you always linger in the back of his head, lingering, lingering, lingering never leaving his mind, he just knows you have bewitched him, put a spell on him to gain his love,yet he stills does nothing for he knows he’d rather be bewitched by you rather then forget you

God!Aerion, who one day as he lounges eating grapes and drinking wine hears your cries and pleas with your father as he drags you to his mothers temple to marry you off

God!Aerion, who loses his mind and storms the temple, killing the groom with a strike of lighting, setting the temple aflame and giving a very clear warning to your father as not to try this again

God!Aerion, who refuses for you to leave his side after what happens, and manipulates you into believing that you need him for his protection, that he’s the only one who can keep you safe, promising that as long as you obey him nothing can ever happen to you

God!Aerion, who loves to hold you in his arms feeling just how breakable you are under his hand, just a snap of his wrist and there goes your pretty swan like neck, maybe he should do it get rid of you and this fixation he has with you

God!Aerion, who softens with you over time showing his affection more clearly, or maybe you’ve just gotten used to his sadistic tendencies to the point you think of them as affection, not that he cares as long as you love him

God!Aerion, who adores when you smile at him, that smile full of love and life and everything Aerion thought he didn’t deserve yet want

God!Aerion, who in time starts to realises this feeling for what it truly is, love

God!Aerion, who begs his mother and father to grant you immortality, which Maekar thinks is ridiculous and only sends him away, why ever would they grant a mortal woman immortality? Plenty will come and plenty will go, Aerion will get bored of this one and then discard her and whatever should Maeker do with her then?

God!Aerion, who loves to lay with you in fields watching you as you admire the terrain around you, the animals, the flowers, the sky

God!Aerion, who loves to give you flower crowns claiming that they befit you and your station, after all you are a princess and your father should already shower you with crowns

God!Aerion, who adores you, truly he does, you are the apple of his eye, doesn’t matter that he has duties or that he is needed in Valyria, you are his main concern, his main priority everything else is just background noise where you are concerned

God!Aerion, who makes flowers bloom wherever you go as a sign you are blessed by the gods, to show everyone that you belong to a god

God!Aerion, who makes thunder rumble in the skies as a warning whenever your father tries to arrange suitors to come over at the palace to bid for your hand in marriage

God!Aerion, who does not realise that his actions might be perceived wrong in the eyes of mortals, for what do they know of gods and their courting ways

God!Aerion, who realises too late that he has doomed you,and of what your father is planning and only arrives at the scene too late, when you are on the ground bleeding, and bleeding, and bleeding, how can a mortals body hold so much blood?

God!Aerion, who thinks you look so small in the ground, your face who used to be so full of colour, of joy, of life, is now so pale and frozen

God!Aerion, who screams in despair as he holds your body close, kissing your forehead, your bloody cheeks and lips, whispering sweet nothings as he feels your heartbeat slow and promises he’ll fix this, he’ll fix you, as your father watches in horror as a god cries over his daughters slaughtered body

God!Aerion, who kills your father for ever dare laying a hand on you, for ever thinking you were cursed by the gods, when you were oh so loved by one of them

God!Aerion, who watches the light fade away from you and go down into his mothers realm, but refuses to leave you there on the cold ground, so he’ll hold you until you are fully gone from the realm of the living, only once he is sure that nothing remains of you, he’ll pick up your bloody body and lay it upon the ground outside as he wills the flora and fauna to cover you in pretty pretty lilies

God!Aerion, who goes back to Valyria and begs and begs and begs with his father to bring you back, pleads and pleads and pleads with his mother to grant you mercy in her domain

God!Aerion, who gets told to forget you and to continue with his life, that you were bound to die and leave him one day anyway so he should have already accepted your fate

God!Aerion, who goes back to his mother again and again and again until she agrees to give him a chance, to prove that he really loves this mortal woman she will give him a passage to her domain and there he must find his mortal woman and bring her back to Valyria himself, to go through the underworld alone and go face to face with the monsters that reside there for true love, and if he is triumphant he may keep this woman for eternity

God!Aerion who accepts his mother’s challenge without a second thought, because he will bring you back no matter what

And then God!Aerion plunges into his mother’s domain, the underworld, to get his love back and this time around keep her with him till the ends of time

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A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

Aerion “Brightflame” Targaryen

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Modern!Aerion

Part.i - how you two met

Part.ii - your first date, Aerion is in for a little surprise

Part.iii - cooking with the infamous Brightflame

Part.iv - coming soon…

God!Aerion

Part.i - the infatuation of Aerion Targaryen, god of Storms, with a mortal princess in Ancient Greek

Pirate!Aerion

Coming soon…

Popstar!Aerion

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Cooking with modern!Aerion hdc part.iii

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Aerion, thinks this is stupid why ever would the two of you need to cook yourselves when his family’s chefs are right there, you could just go over at his house and they’d make a banquet for the both of you with a snap of his fingers

Aerion, who has never stepped foot inside a kitchen before, save for a few rare occasions to get a fruit, or make a toast or be with his mother

Aerion, who eyes you suspiciously as you put on your apron and start bring out stuff, a pot, a pan, a spatula, some forks

Aerion, who huffs and puffs for the first 15 minutes until you ask him what should the two of you cook

Aerion, who instead of answering your question is too busy looking around your apartment, your pastel pink curtains draped over a rocking chair next to the window, your bookcase filled with all kinds of books, your couch that has heart shaped pillows on it and some soft looking blankets, your wall that is filled with photos of you and your friends and even one of you and him at a charity event, your dressers that have vases with pretty lilies in it, everything looks so.. much like his house used to before his mother passed

Aerion, who suddenly has an appetite for pasta, his mothers favourite food, so that’s what he says you two should make pasta

Aerion, who watches you bring out the ingredients and fill the pot with boiling water putting it over the stove and throwing in some salt, just a pinch

Aerion, who vaguely remembers his mother baking cookies when he and Daeron were children, many years ago, maybe someday he could ask you to bake cookies, he thinks he’d like that, he’d dig up his mothers old recipe maybe if his father hadn’t hid it with the rest of her things

Aerion, who watches you fondly as you ask him what type of pasta he wants, normal, whole grain, linguini, penne, rigatoni, macaroni, what a stupid question, and how do you have so many types?

Aerion, who settles on whole grain penne pasta, because those are the ones he always sees saved on your phone, but if you tease him about it, he’d lie his ass off

Aerion, who against his wishes starts telling you little things about his mother as the pasta cooks, he watches as the water swallows them whole, foam spilling just a little over the edge of the pot

Aerion, who tells you that his mothers favourite flowers were lilacs, that they reminded her of her house, his grandmother always brings a bouquet when visiting

Aerion, who tells you about how his fathers and mothers marriage was an arranged one but somehow they grew to love each other, how his father still mourns her, but acts cold to pretend as if he does not

Aerion, who tells you of how his mother used to bake him and Daeron cookies, chocolate chip ones that they used to fight over to the point his father had to step in to separate them

Aerion, who tells you how she used to sing soft lullabies to him as a child, of dragons and knights and princesses, of king and queens, of Old Valyria

Aerion, who somehow makes you forget that the pot is in the stove and the pasta is now a little too soggy, but it’s okay

Aerion, who watches you seated on one of the high chairs as you drain the pot and leave the pasta on a colander as you prepare the pesto, putting some olive oil on a pan, pesto, salt, a little garlic and then toss the pasta in

Aerion, who doesn’t think he’d like the food as much as he did, but in a way it feels homely

Aerion, who has to keep tears in as he watches you, you’re so much like his mother in certain lights it hurts him so much but at the same time brings him some comfort to still have pieces of her in his life

Aerion, who eats the pasta in one breath as you laugh, and laugh, and laugh at him the joy in your eyes evident, and the sound so sweet

Aerion, who knows he doesn’t deserve this, the gods know he has screwed up enough in this life to not deserve you, but he’ll keep you no matter what he has to do

Aerion, who wants more of this, more of you in his life but is afraid to ask because what if he does something and messes it up, disappoints you just like he has done with his father?

Will you look at him with joy still, like his mother? Or will you look at him with disappointment evident in your eyes, like his father?

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Modern! Aerion hdc part. ii

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Aerion, who has no idea how to plan a date because he has never needed to plan one, most girls prefer his bed over dinner

Aerion, who regrets even opening his mouth that wretched day because that’s what got him into this mess in the first place

Aerion, who goes online to see what girls like to do on dates and gets bombarded by a thousand different ideas, none of whom seem right to him because they’re all so predictable and boring and Aerion Brightflame doesn’t do predictable and boring

Aerion, who does another deep dive into your feed, - like the stalker he is - and finds out you like movies but your busy schedule keeps you away from the cinema most of the time and you barely go now, whereas when you were younger it used to be a tradition between you and your father

Aerion, who thanks to his familys influence gets his hands on a new movie release weeks before it hits the actual cinemas

Aerion, who has his brothers, Daeron dragged to a bar by their frat brothers who owe him a favour or two, and Aegon sent to his uncle Bealors estate, that night so you two aren’t bothered

Aerion, who thinks he’ll just woo you enough to get over his infuriation with you or get bored, but the moment he sees your face as he picks you up from your apartment all of those plans go out of the window

Aerion, who brings you over to his family home and on the way to the movie room, you accidentally stumble upon Maekar who takes one look at you both and suspects this is another one of Aerions wenches

Aerion, who is surprised when you smile at his father and shake his hand politely, like a proper girlfriend, not that he sees you as his girlfriend or anything

Aerion, who for the first time in 4 years sees his father nod approvingly to him and leave him be, which a surprise because his father never approves of anything Aerion does

Aerion, who has set up the movie room with blankets and some of your favourite snacks, stalker much huh?

“I didn’t think you’d be the stalker type Brightflame.” you snorted as you took in all the candy and chips he had laid out

“I’m not a stalker you wench, this is simply called being prepared.” Aerion huffed

“Mhm, sure stalker.”

Aerion, who watches your eyes light up when you see the movie title roll in, and something in his deep frozen heart breaks because it reminds Aerion of the way his mothers face used to lit up whenever he brought her flowers from the gardens in the Red Keep

Aerion, who instead of watching the movie is watching you, your face mimics, the way your eyes crinkle, your one dimple showing when you smile,

Aerion, who has never felt like this, like his heart is going to burst out of his chest considering how hard the wretched thing is beating

Aerion, who freezes when you lay your head on his shoulder

Aerion, who thinks this is ridiculous and has gone on for long enough and is about to shove you away because this isn’t Aerion when he realises how fixated you are on the scene before you and his heart can’t bear to ruin the moment

Aerion, who realises this isn’t normal because he was supposed to be getting into your pants not you on his heart and this is messed up and unlike him and he’ll put a stop to it

… just when the movie ends and he’ll bask in your warmth just for another hour

Aerion, who when the movie ends doesn’t want to get up but knows he has to

Aerion, who drives you home because he may be a menace but he is still a gentleman of house Targaryen and he was the one who brought you here so he’ll take you back home too

Aerion, who expects you to tell him to fuck off (just more politely) and he’ll do just that, but is greeted with a kiss on the cheek before you leave his car

Aerion, who gets a notification as he drives back home and doesn’t check until he gets back home thinking its one of his frat brothers

Aerion, who opens his phone to see it’s actually a notification from instagram

… readerxo has followed you

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Modern!Aerion hdc part.i

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Aerion, who is a business major as his family requires, even though he wanted to pursue aerodynamics but was not allowed because Maekar was scared of loosing his son in a freak accident knowing how reckless and stupid he can be

Aerion, whose nickname is Brightflame because he is reckless and does stupid shit with his friends all the time and if it wasn’t for his last name, would have ended up expelled or worse in jail

Aerion, who is pleased with his life and thinks feelings are unnecessary and only cares to gain his fathers approval until he sees you walking around campus and gets curious because Aerion knows all the pretty girls on campus, but he doesn’t recall your name

Aerion, who approaches you at one of his frat parties because of course he is in one, just like his grandfather, father, uncle, cousin, brother

Aerion, who thinks you’ll just be another one of his “girls”, who’ll fall at his feet to sleep with him and whose name he won’t remember come tomorrow and life will go on as always, because that’s how it works right?

Aerion, who doesn’t except for you to actually sleep with him on the first try and thinks you’ll play hard to get but you are the one to leave him after with no demands, even though he is used to girls clinging to him only for his family name and popularity

Aerion, who gets curious about you but can’t remember your name or your family’s name because girls are usually the ones who seek him out not the other way around

Aerion, who starts obsessing over you trying to find you because he is baffled that a girl actually just wanted to sleep with him no strings attached, there are always strings attached

Aerion, who finds out who you are from his brother Daeron, Daeron who got to pursue his dream major because his father doesn’t consider him a flight risk unlike Aerion

Aerion, who finds out your name and does a deep dive into your socials figuring out who you are, who your family is, what major you are, what classes you take, who your friends are

Aerion, who follows you on instagram and expects to get followed back immediately but you actually have the guts to remove him, - Aerion Brightflame - as a follower

Aerion, whose pride is hit and thinks his little fixation is finally over because he is a Targaryen, his family rules this city and you, you are no-one important because he is Aerion Brightflame and he can have anything or anyone he wants and if he really wanted you, you would be on your knees begging

Aerion, who thinks the fixation is over until he sees you in his frat house, with his cousin, laughing

Aerion, who looses his shit and corners Valarr that night demanding to know what the fuck is going on between his cousin and you, because he saw you first, he wanted you first

Aerion, who finds out you and Valarr are lab partners, because of course fate always, always favours his cousin, his cousin who is the embodiment of perfection, who his father always compares Aerion with and who of course Aerion can never measure up to

Aerion, who always gets what he wants one way or the other so the next time you and Valarr have a meeting for the project shoos Valarr out of the house with the excuse that he is needed at the family house

Aerion, who thinks you’ll fall for his charm again when you show up at the frat and offers you to wait around for Valarr

Aerion, who is surprised when you say you’ll reschedule and start to leave so he does the next best thing on his mind and throws an insult, and when you retort one back, is grinning like an idiot even though you called him an asshole (he is happy someone finally matched his freak and didn’t cower)

Aerion, who gets more fixated after that and starts to hang around places he knows you’ll be after stalking your instagram

Aerion, who bothers you by following you around campus, charming your friends, dm-ing you on different accounts until you give in and ask him what he wants from you

Aerion, who firstly wanted you to sleep with him again but then came to the realisation that you would just ghost his ass again so he didn’t think when he said he wanted a date and now he is screwed because Aerion Brightflame doesn’t do dates or relationships

And… you, who say yes just to get him off your back because you know guys like him, they get bored after somethings becomes routine and Aerion won’t be any different (he got his taste and just got fixated even more)

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