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    In the summer of 1982, under the scalding sun of a stifling season where cicadas wailed from the pines, Aerion Targaryen dropped to his knees in the scorched dirt of West Plains, Missouri, and screamed the air out of his lungs.

    Following his father’s death, Valarr moves South to live with his uncle and cousins. It only gets worse from there.

    Art for the fic here and here !

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    15 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 13

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    'You act like a child,' Valarr said, mismatched eyes locking onto Aerion's violet ones. 'Our fathers put us here to help you, not to watch you trash the place.'

    That did it. Aerion lunged forward, shoving Valarr's chest with both hands. 'Help me? You mean babysit me!' But Valarr's hands shot out, grabbing Aerion's wrists, pulling him in instead of pushing away. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling hot and fast. Aerion's heart pounded, a mix of rage and something darker, hotter, twisting in his gut.

    Valarr's grip tightened, but his eyes softened for a split second, confusion, then hunger. Before Aerion could yank free, Valarr crushed their mouths together. It wasn't gentle; Valarr's lips pressed hard, demanding, his tongue forcing entry as one hand released Aerion's wrist to tangle in his silver hair, yanking his head back to deepen the kiss. Aerion gasped into it, shock melting into fury-fueled need. He bit Valarr's lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood, but Valarr only growled low in his throat and shoved Aerion against the counter.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    It slipped out recklessly, without meaning from drunken lips that hadn't even realised just what they had done. "I mean how could he not be insane?" A hiccuping giggle came from Daeron, head resting heavily against his palm as he tilted his cup back, letting the last of his wine quench the inescapable thirst. "Father will never let him actually marry. He can be a Prince of something, I'm sure, but -" Whatever he had been about to say made Daeron snort before a look of pity crossed his face. "Well, he'll never have heirs. Be the talk of whatever place he goes as the prince who could not even bring a bastard into the world."

    A thousand different thoughts ran through Valarr's mind. First and foremost; what the hell could his cousin possibly mean?

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    11 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 67

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    When Valarr Targaryen is forced to marry Aerion, his cousin he blames for his father’s death, he expects a marriage of cold penance and loathing. He saw a villain; he found a masterpiece.

    Through a night of passion and the reclamation of a "bruised" legacy, their hatred ignites into a dark, obsessive devotion

    Aka They’re horny and they fuck to make it better.

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    09 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 23

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    Then Aerion opened his eyes in the middle of the song, and it was as if something invisible pulled his attention directly toward Valarr, as if he felt it, as if he recognized his presence even in the middle of that chaotic crowd. Their violet eyes met instantly, and the world seemed to stop. Valarr felt his breath fail, his heart slamming so hard it hurt. For a second — just one second — Aerion looked surprised, shocked, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. But then his expression changed; his jaw tightened slowly, his eyes became sharper, colder, more dangerous, and Valarr felt it cut through his chest like a knife, because Aerion wasn’t looking at him with love, nor longing, nor relief — he was looking at Valarr with rage, pure hatred. Even across the crowd, Valarr could see the way Aerion’s breathing shifted slightly, how his fingers tightened around the microphone, while the music continued and the crowd screamed, but in that moment it felt like only the two of them existed, and Valarr realized something devastating: Aerion truly believed he had been betrayed.

    OR Valarr and Aerion have been in a secret relationship for years when Aerion wakes up to the news that Valarr is engaged.

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    07 Jun 2026