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Aerion Bennet always had a dull life, an orphaned omega who lived his entire life alone.
His life was basically trying to survive another day and fall in love with the stories in books.
Until one day he has an accident.
And his life changes completely.
He wakes up as Aerion Targaryen, in the Westeros of his books, and now he has to try to stay alive while desperately trying not to fall in love with his cousin. -
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“They will choose for me.”
“Then choose first.”
Aerion Targaryen has no intention of being managed, matched, or made into something smaller than himself, no matter what his designation demands.
But instinct is not so easily denied and Valarr, controlled, deliberate, infuriatingly patient, refuses to take what Aerion cannot yet choose to give.
Between expectation and autonomy, desire and restraint, something begins to take shape. Slowly. Relentlessly.
Or: an A/B/O slow burn about control, consent, and the dangerous pull of being known too well.
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- Part 1 of Zaldrīzo Ānogar
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House Targaryen Family Therapy by ShuuuJ
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
07 Jul 2026
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Aerion Targaryen returns from his exile on his grandfather's birthday after 5 years. His return marks the beginning of turmoil, jealousy, obsession and madness at the House Targaryen.
Valarr, the pretty prince of the Targaryen household, a charming bachelor, hides himself in a web of deception.
Which one of them is more insane?
TBH in this family, everyone needs therapy, but none more than Aerion.
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profaner of great mysteries (high heaven one bright star) by Anonymous
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
30 Jun 2026
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What higher honour could Valarr possibly have asked but to witness the birth of a dragon that had been thought to be long gone, even the egg whence the dragon came was birthed by his stepmother-uncle?
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- Part 16 of Dark, yummy, older Valarr
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The dagger dug a sharp crevice in the wood of the table. Scraping back and forth before spinning in a neat circle. The pale hand that gripped the handle clenched slim fingers every few Seconds, the only tell of the omega's irritation. Harsh eyes bore down from the slightly raised días. The Scrutiny was not foreign nor unexpected by the other occupants of the hall as they supped.
‘Aerion.’ Maekar’s voice cut through the echo of clinking cutlery, scraping against porcelain plates and the crackle of the roaring fire on the hearth.
Aerion did not look up from his plate. Spearing a cooling spud with the tip of his dagger, bringing it to his lips.
‘You. Will. Run.’ Maekar continued.