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the weight of his love by Valarreo
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
04 Jun 2026
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At Oxford, Prince Aerion Targaryen is everything he's meant to be, cold, controlled, untouchable.
Valarr is everything he's not.
His cousin. His rival. The golden heir the world adores.
Thrown together under constant scrutiny, their lifelong tension begins to crack, revealing something neither of them can ignore, and neither of them can afford. What starts as rivalry turns into something dangerous, something forbidden, something that could ruin them both.
Because in a world where every move is watched, loving the wrong person isn't just risky, it's catastrophic.
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Pole Position by Valarreo
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), Formula 1 RPF
29 May 2026
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"You cost us both the race," Aerion said, cool and controlled, though his pulse jumped when Dunk took another step closer.
"You rammed me off the track," Dunk countered, his accent thickening with anger. He was close enough now that Aerion could see the flecks of gold in his blue eyes, the way his jaw flexed when he ground his teeth. "Again."
Aerion smirked, leaning back on his palms. "And yet here you are. Not with the stewards. Not with your team." He tilted his head. "What do you want, Pennytree? An apology?"
Dunk's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Aerion's wrist with enough force to bruise. The contact seared.
Too hot, too close. Aerion could feel the calluses on Dunk’s palm, the way his pulse hammered against his own skin.
Or: Duncan takes Aerion telling him to suck his dick to heart....
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Pressure Point by Valarreo
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
23 Apr 2026
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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.