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i became so valaerion pilled i created a blog. here to talk asoiaf, use this as a dumping ground for fic ideas, and post about resident targaryen omega aerion

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Pyrrhic Victory Chapter 1 Excerpt

a valarr/aerion fanfic - publishing sunday? i need to know the best time for people who may want to read :D

“Is this how it feels every time?” He asked, voice small as he sat on the floor. The cool stone was welcome against his back where it met the wall, its rigidness allowing him something to focus on instead of the encompassing pain within him. His scent soured slightly in his nose as intrusive thoughts about his future entered his mind, getting worse when he smelled the distress on himself again.

“The maesters say it will get better,” Maekar whispered as he fiddled with his sleeve. Aerion reacted poorly whenever his voice rose above the barest of murmurs, hearing sensitive like the rest of him. He didn’t respond, instead trailing his finger along the sharp edges of the wall. “The servants will prepare a bath. It will help.”

“I don’t believe anything will help,” Aerion said as his body temperature climbed even higher. He had been nauseous for days leading up to his presentation. The maesters had claimed him ill with a sickness, but did not assume him presenting. He was still young, they reasoned, and designations were not decided for boys as young as he.

They were wrong, is what Aerion realized from their conversations with his father as he laid under numerous furs to stop the flu’s chill. As the heat started to grow within him, he snapped his teeth and growled softly at the foreign men in his room. Maekar sighed and dismissed them before Aerion could bite them in anger, or start crying from the overwhelming presence they encroached on what he considered safe.

[quaintpanic]

holding my creature

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im like almost done this 3k word essay (that's a lie im at like 2300 rn) but i just had this thought:

aerion is obsessive. he is constantly focused on something at a time, before his attention changes to something else and then that's his the direction of his intense focus. it causes him to watch people he is obsessed with for hours, eyes never trailing away from them as they do something within his general vicinity. when he was younger, he used to watch daeron for hours, daeron physically pushes his head and attention elsewhere, sighing all the while. aerion grows to be obsessed with valarr. he likes to watch him train from his perch in the training yard, eyes fixed on him even if people try to converse with him.

valarr is possessive. he is constantly guarding someone he considers his with metaphorical teeth bared, something akin to a dragon hoarding treasure in the way he hoards the thing he is possessing over. when they start courting, or rather aerion forces his hand, valarr starts internalizing aerion as his own. he needs to constantly be around him, making sure he smells just like him, bringing him gifts that guarantee his attention. matarys calls him pathetic when he does it in front of him once, and he gets clobbed on the ear as a result.

their family and visiting lords think them peculiar. but harmless. once, a lord puts forth a betrothal suggestion with valarr. aerion, who was in the room as it is presented, freezes and begins studying the man. paying attention to his nervous eyes flitting across the room, the way sweat gathers at his brow as baelor reads over the suggestion. the lord mysteriously dies the next day strangely enough. aerion doesn't really mind though.

another time, a lord thinks aerion is beautiful but smells a foreign scent on him. he tries charming him regardless, much to aerion’s delight (he likes to torment). he doesn't recognize the smell was the crown prince until he saw a sliver of white hair standing above him as he plummeted into the sea. valarr happily walked into the castle again a little while later. what's with all these lords dying when visiting the royal family? who knows.

valarr and aerion certainly dont.

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really important to me that the brat tamer valarr targaryen tag grows bc why is it like non existent on ao3 rn

[helmet-noob]

i was doomscrolling ship dynamics on Pinterest and suddenly thought of one i've loved for ages but I don't know if it has a name

PLEASE tell me you guys see the vision

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in a modern au aerion’s blasting you oughta know by alanis morissette for weeks after valarr breaks up with him

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another good addition would be him em up style by blu cantrall but valarr (despite breaking up with aerion) likes to be the one to spend money on him even though aerion thinks hes too oblivious to notice his bank account balance (hes not hes actively encouraging the spending habits by pretending to not notice)

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in a modern au aerion’s blasting you oughta know by alanis morissette for weeks after valarr breaks up with him

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so when maekar is denying betrothals left and right bc he doesn’t want his precious little aerion getting married and giving at birth at like 17, aerion’s busy tormenting his older alpha brother daeron and being like ‘hey we should get married bc father’s being annoying about it and i don’t really wanna move somewhere else’

daeron’s like ‘no???????’ but then he feels bad bc he definitely said no way too quickly and aerion’s kind of dramatic when denied something so daeron’s like ‘i hear valarr is unwed’ just to get aerion away from him but ofc that just shifts his intensity to valarr

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big fan of how distressed finn bennett looks in prisoner its great for the manipulative valarr stocks

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that head tilt is lethal

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aerion’s the type of omega to use his scent to his advantage. he always tweaks it to depending on his needs. when he wants to seem angrier, louder, more crass. it helps when hes upset and fearful, when hes on the throes of heat. most people who smell him immediately do as he says, entirely enticed by how he smells.

valarr scents him and understands him exactly, the correct emotion and not what aerion wants people to smell. he understands him exactly. when hes lashing out due to the lack of control he feels, scent curdling with disdain, valarr can smell the fear underneath it. he can smell the pleasantry in him when hes on horseback, even when aerion acts as if riding on horseback with no responsibility is beneath him. valarr takes full advantage of this skill.

the smallest change would be the only signal he’d need to act. aerion, at first, doesn’t seem to know exactly how much valarr knows about his scent. it’s when he makes the connection to valarr’s behaviour and his own reactions that he’s like ‘oh’ and immediately starts trying to mess with him.

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an excerpt from my valaerion fic ; PYRRHIC VICTORY (working title)

Aerion’s mouth raised in the ghost of a smile, actually finding amusement in the Lannister alpha in front of him. He wasn’t charmed by the man’s wit, but it was comical to see how much effort he put into making the Targaryen’s omega laugh to some degree. His scent mixed with the crowd’s, and Aerion couldn’t pretend to be entranced by it–let alone enough to think him funny. The Lannister was the cousin of the son of a Lord, or whatever complicated dynamic tied him to nobility, and Maekar insisted that Aerion entertain him during the feast.

Looking around, Aerion realized he was stuck in this perpetual cycle of entertaining potential suitors. Never alone, of course. He could feel his father’s gaze on him from across the room, no doubt nibbling on some ghastly fruit he favoured as he watched his son. He, along with the rest of Aerion’s wretched immediate family, felt it best that the omega communicate with his future alpha in public. 

It was to keep him chained. 

He sighed minutely, looking over at the table where his family sat. The alpha Lannister didn’t notice his discontent, instead continuing his spiel into nonsense that he must’ve believed Aerion laughed at. Aerion froze for a moment when his eyes flitted over Valarr. The man was watching them with such an intensity a heat started burning through Aerion’s body, before their eyes met. 

Aerion could see the question in them, and he nodded once before turning back to the Lannister. He relaxed more then, focusing on the conversation once again. Before the next song was over, Aerion would be seated at the table again. 

“My prince,” the Lannister droned on, “the bay is beautiful from outside the tower. On the brightest of days, you can see great distances and enjoy the sun’s heat down on your shoulders.” The air shifted slightly when he finished. Aerion nodded faintly, before a new voice entered their conversation. 

“Prince Aerion,” it called. Valarr. He didn’t speak loudly, but his voice carried. It effectively cut off the droning of the Lannister, whose voice faltered slightly when the Crown Prince’s heir walked up to them.

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an excerpt from my valaerion fic ; PYRRHIC VICTORY (working title)

Aerion’s mouth raised in the ghost of a smile, actually finding amusement in the Lannister alpha in front of him. He wasn’t charmed by the man’s wit, but it was comical to see how much effort he put into making the Targaryen’s omega laugh to some degree. His scent mixed with the crowd’s, and Aerion couldn’t pretend to be entranced by it–let alone enough to think him funny. The Lannister was the cousin of the son of a Lord, or whatever complicated dynamic tied him to nobility, and Maekar insisted that Aerion entertain him during the feast.

Looking around, Aerion realized he was stuck in this perpetual cycle of entertaining potential suitors. Never alone, of course. He could feel his father’s gaze on him from across the room, no doubt nibbling on some ghastly fruit he favoured as he watched his son. He, along with the rest of Aerion’s wretched immediate family, felt it best that the omega communicate with his future alpha in public. 

It was to keep him chained. 

He sighed minutely, looking over at the table where his family sat. The alpha Lannister didn’t notice his discontent, instead continuing his spiel into nonsense that he must’ve believed Aerion laughed at. Aerion froze for a moment when his eyes flitted over Valarr. The man was watching them with such an intensity a heat started burning through Aerion’s body, before their eyes met. 

Aerion could see the question in them, and he nodded once before turning back to the Lannister. He relaxed more then, focusing on the conversation once again. Before the next song was over, Aerion would be seated at the table again. 

“My prince,” the Lannister droned on, “the bay is beautiful from outside the tower. On the brightest of days, you can see great distances and enjoy the sun’s heat down on your shoulders.” The air shifted slightly when he finished. Aerion nodded faintly, before a new voice entered their conversation. 

“Prince Aerion,” it called. Valarr. He didn’t speak loudly, but his voice carried. It effectively cut off the droning of the Lannister, whose voice faltered slightly when the Crown Prince’s heir walked up to them.

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a valaerion playlist! (with no explanations, but one accompanying lyric)

i. thom yorke — hearing damage

“you can do no wrong in my eyes”

ii. leonard cohen — i’m your man

“i’d crawl to you baby and i’d fall at your feet, and i’d howl at your beauty like a dog in heat”

iii. you oughta know — alanis morissette

“and every time i scratch my nails down someone else's back, i hope you feel it”

iv. feist — my moon my man

“my moon and me, not as good as we’ve been. it’s the dirtiest clean i know”

v. jeremy brauns — aerion’s waltz

that really dramatic part at 0:54 to 1:57

vi. mitski — liquid smooth

“i’m at my highest peak, i’m ripe, about to fall, capture me”

vii. ethel cain — ptolemaea

“even the iron still fears the rot, hiding from something i cannot stop”

viii. the buttress — brutus

“or am i just wishing i could be like you? that the people would see me too as the poet, and not just the muse”

ix. paul anka — you are my destiny

“cause i’d be a fool to ever leave you dear, and a fool i’d never be”

x. laura branigan — self control

“i live among the creatures of the night, i haven’t got the will to try and fight against a new tomorrow”