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    "My old man, Arlan… he used to say that the worst demons get bigger in the dark. You're in the dark, Aerion. I can see it. You don't have to pay me. You don't have to owe me anything. I can just… be there. When you eat. Or when you feel like you can't."

    Dunk held out a hand, palm up. Rough, calloused, honest.

    "I can just sit with you. I’m good at sitting. I’m big enough to block the door if you try to run to the bathroom."


    In which a Flea Bottom scholarship kid is drawn like a (mam)moth to the Brightflame. And becomes the honorary manny-driver-sugar baby of the Targfam.

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    30 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 24

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    When Aerion turned 17, his life changed. A driving accident killed his mom, and he was to blame...

    Based on the book... "Willow" By Julia Hoben

    Violet eyes met his. “I remember you, you know.” Aerion stepped forward, and the dance started, one move forward, one back, a tentative play of cat and Mouse that made the air shift.

    “Remember what?” He breathed, trying to stay calm. His eyes flicked to the red mark below Aerion’s ear, and his chest got tight.

    “I remember how large you were as a fifth grader, “ Aerion chucked, pulling off the flannel in one go, its heavy fabric thudding to the floor. He took a step forward again, and this time, Dunk didn’t move, transfixed on the words falling out of the boy’s mouth. “I remember your casts, one purple, one blue.” He stalked over like a dragon hunting his kill. Dunk grabbed his nightstand for stability. Soon, the pale silver-haired boy was upon him; he could smell the rain in his damp hair.

    Dunks breathing spiked at his next words. “But it wasn't until you kissed me that I remembered it, that I remembered you. ” Aerion tilted his head, bearing the white collar of his neck.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Aerion is aware he has signed his own curse, so he will make sure for Duncan the Tall to feel cursed as well.

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    25 Jun 2026

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    [2026 REMASTERING]

    For his twentieth nameday, Queen Alicent presented her second son with a handmaid of his own. “He is the only one of my children yet without such attendance,” Her Grace is reported to have said. “—let her be sweet and devoted, and quick upon her feet . . . a girl who will swear undying loyalty and service unto him, and to his needs.”

    We are told Prince Aemond accepted the gift with all due courtesy, to the queen’s evident satisfaction. Yet if Alicent had intended only to soothe her son’s temper, or to bind him closer to her through gratitude, she misjudged the matter.

    For what began as service did not remain so, and what had been offered as obedience took root, in time, as something perilously akin to love. So smitten was the prince with this girl, the pretty bastard daughter of a serving wench from Harrenhal (as Mushroom claimed).
    By the end of 130 AC, Aemond had taken his handmaid to his bed and, in time, sired three children upon her. Any hour away from Vhagar was soon spent at the side of his “sweet girl,” as he took to calling her.

    These, then, are the tales of their love story.

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    24 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 10

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    “Is he mine now?”

    “Yes, of course! He shall be your pet.” Daeron said, returning the smile.

    Aerion turned back to Duncan and took both of his hands. The boy flinched.

    “I shall be very, very kind,” he said softly, dimples appearing in his cheeks.

    Duncan held his gaze, listening so intently now, as if afraid to disappoint the omega in front of him.

    “Come,” Aerion said, pulling the tall boy after him. Duncan stumbled slightly but followed, quickening his steps to keep up. A rare excitement stirred in him.

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    Heavily inspired by the aesthetic and storyline of "Wuthering Heights" by Emerald Fennell, this story takes place at the manor Summerhall, located in the foggy and dark moorlands, where Aerion and Duncan fall in love so violently, that it nearly gets them killed. It follows them through late childhood, pre Alpha!Dunk and newly presented Omega!Aerion, and into adulthood.

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    21 Jun 2026