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    Baelor and Maekar, at Redgrass Field. The birth of the hammer and the anvil.

    Or the one where parenting was a difficult endeavor, but loving his brother was even more so when Baelor outshone him in everything.

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    09 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 60

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    “Not that I don’t like smoking, satisfies my oral fixation or whatever. I just hate the fucking taste it leaves on my tongue.”, Aerion mused.

    Valarr took another drag from his cigarette and leaned back. He observed Aerion with an unreadable expression. “What about the taste on someone else’s tongue?”

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    01 May 2026

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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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    01 May 2026

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    “Why do you love him so much?”

    The question lingered between them, trembling and terrible. The firelight threw her shadow across the floor, fractured and long, and the faint creak of the inn whispered like a warning in the silence.

    “Most men despise him. They fear him. They mock him behind closed doors. Some curse his very name.” She swallowed. “And yet you do not.”

    Valarr closed his eyes briefly. There were a thousand answers, and none that would ease her pain. When he opened them again, his gaze was steady.

    “Because I see him,” he said simply. Not the prince. Not the reputation. Not the whispers. “He has never been what they believe him to be.”

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    Or, in which Valarr is torn between duty and love, and Aerion is a lustful brat.

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    15 Feb 2026

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    They say it’s harder to move on from death when you don’t get to see the body being buried.

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    05 Aug 2025