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    “I waited for hours. It’s a dumb choice to keep a prince waiting…” He grabbed Duncan firmly, now face to face, without the armor the warmth passed through the light fabric. Blue eyes met purple ones in the darkness, a desire as strong as the fire swaying in the hearth. “And you know how I hate waiting.”

    “I already apologized,” Duncan finally said, his voice low but laden with something Aerion already knew well.

    As if a spark had fallen into wildfire, heat filled the chamber. In one pull, Duncan tangled himself with Aerion, fingers curling into his silver strands and lips pressed together, moving with a shared hunger.

     

    (Or, Aerion stays up late waiting for one of his daily visits.)

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    Dunk has a size-related insecurity. Aerion has a size-related enthusiasm. It takes them far too long to compare notes.

    (or, Dunk is convinced no sane person wants that much dick. Aerion, naturally, is several kinds of insane about it.)

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    18 Jul 2026

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    "Ruin me.”

    Dunk traced the other’s lips, in a desperate attempt at recognizing whether or not those words had truly left Aerion, or if Dunk’s hearing had abruptly ceased to work properly.

    “Reduce me to nothingness.” Aerion continued to say, gravely, voice now lower than he had ever heard it before. The power of his sensual rolls were now intensified, and it was impossible for Dunk to ignore what it did to him. “Until even my titles are wholly stripped of me, and I’m left with nothing but you and the touch of your sullied hands all over me.”

    Truth be told, Dunk never stood a chance.

    Or; Dunk wakes up in the middle of the night with Aerion looming over him, a dagger grazing his throat and a pair of wild eyes holding him prisoner.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    Raymun Fossoway has a loud mouth and Dunk has always prided himself on being a good listener. Most of the time, the gossip and the extensive rants are more emotional expression than useful conversation, but Dunk lends his ear regardless. After all, he could benefit from some social lessons separate from Egg’s, especially when those lessons include his squire’s older brother.

    The Targaryens have long been the bridge between the gods and man, tamers and riders and kin of dragons. Now, the dragons are gone, but their blood remains in the Targaryen line—some, only a few drops. In Aerion Targaryen, a beast lurks and cannot resist the word of its master.

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    Dunk hears a rumor that some of the Targaryens respond to High Valyrian commands much like the dragons did. He tests the theory on Aerion.

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    18 Jul 2026

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    “Were you fucking yourself earlier, little nephew, hmm?” Aemond clenches his eye shut. “Were you thinking of me? Dreaming of what I’d do to you?”

    Aemond refuses to answer, but Daemon just chuckles.

    “Don’t worry,” Daemon hushes against his ear. “I’ll give you what you want.”

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    Daemon follows Aemond after he storms out of the feast.

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    13 Jul 2026