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  1. Public Bookmark 22

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    "Glad." Aerion turns the word over the way a man turns a coin of uncertain mint, hunting the flaw in it. He finds none, which Dunk can see plainly does not sit well with him, and settles for the sly mocking Dunk knows he turns to now when unmoored. "I have spent the better part of the day labouring on the birthing bed for your oversized spawn, in such pains as you cannot and will never be able to fathom, and all of it is that you are glad."

    (Or: Aerion, Dunk, their secondborn, and the surprising capacity of family. Better read after the first part of this series.)

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  2. Public Bookmark 35

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    Aerion’s gaze slid from the page to broad, bare shoulders and muscular arms. A healthy flush crept from the water to stain Dunk’s face and neck.

    “Soap,” Aerion snapped. “I trust you know how to use it.” The book was nonsense now; the naked man in his bath was of far greater interest.

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    Note: this fic makes use of hover-to-translate passages of High Valyrian text. (Hover on desktop, click/tap on mobile). Selecting 'Show Creator's Style' will allow for the best effect.

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    03 Jul 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 28

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    Look at me. Smell me. Taste me. I am the one coming to put a bite in your throat.

    The rules of the Solstice Run are clear: the omegas do the claiming.
    Freshly presented and still burning from his first heat, seventeen-year-old Aerion sets his sights on Duncan—a twenty-six-year-old alpha facing exile by morning.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    “You are killing me, you are killing your labouring wife.” Aerion said, completely serious in a way that made Dunk’s neutrality crack, his booming laughter filling the hallway. “Do not laugh at me, I’ll have you killed.”

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    Aerion is in labour. They fuck about it.

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  5. Public Bookmark 79

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    Dunk looked at him again. The boy was unusually knowledgeable about nobles… it couldn’t hurt to ask.

    “Do you know anything about the Targaryens, Egg?”

    Egg froze, regarding him cautiously. “… As much as anyone else does, I wager.”

    “Do you know anything about Prince Aerion?”

    The boy blinked. “Oh. Well… he’s Prince Baelor’s fourth son. And the only omega in the family aside from Prince Maekar, his dam. He’s been fostered at Storm’s End the past twelve years, but he’s supposed to come home after the tourney. Why do you ask, Ser?”

    OR, the one where Aerion is secretly the lovechild of Maekar and Lyonel. Yes, really.

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