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    “Fuck waiting,” Aerion snarled, the sweetness vanishing as a desperate edge returned to his voice. He reached up, his slender fingers wrapping around Dunk’s massive forearms, trying—and utterly failing—to pull the giant beta down on top of him. “I am dripping, you thick-skulled beast. Look at me. Touch me. If you won’t give me your manhood, use your fingers. Please.”

    That last word was practically choked out, a rare, bruised admission of need that Aerion would undoubtedly make him pay for once the heat was over.

    Or, Dunk is no alpha, but he's the only man in the Seven Kingdoms that Aerion will ever beg for.

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    22 May 2026

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    "Sixty-forty," Aerion gasped, his hands braced on Dunk's shoulders for leverage. "You get the bigger cut because you're mine. In the ring, in here, mine." He ground down hard, chasing his own pleasure.

    Dunk's head fell back against the chair, the whiskey nearly empty now, its haze blurring the edges of his restraint. "Yes—fuck, yes, Aerion," he rasped, hips jerking up to meet each descent. “Anything… anything you want.”

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    10 May 2026

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    “The last few days have been…trying.”

    “I can imagine.”

    “You cannot.” Valarr surprises himself. He has always been good; he has never spoken out of turn to Father or Grandfather, has always been courteous and polite no matter what. He has never snapped at his father, or behaved impudently.

    But he has been scraped raw since the horns sounded that misty morning.

    “You cannot imagine it,” he continues.

    baelor and valarr, father and son, and the moments between them on the cusp of great change.

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    07 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 41

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    "You're mad," he concluded, "you cannot tell dream from day any longer."
    "We all are mad, Aerion."
    "I am not like you," he hissed. He grasped his brother's face with his free hand, got his own fingers stained crimson. "I am nothing like you."
    "I wish that were so, my sweet brother."

    Aerion Brightflame's life, spanning from his return from his exile, to the Third Blackfyre Rebellion, and then eventually to the Wildfire that cleansed him. Ser Duncan the Tall was always there, always a steady presence through it all.

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    07 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 37

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    Duncan “Dunk” is six-foot-something of bad decisions and body checks, currently one penalty away from getting benched for life and one concussion away from early retirement. He plays ice hockey like the rink personally insulted his mother and her emotionally complicated poodle.

    Aerion Brightflame does not play anything. He performs.

    National-level figure skater. Gold medal favorite. Known for routines so sharp they’ve been described as “surgical” and “mildly concerning.” Has been fined twice for “unsportsmanlike eye contact,” once for refusing to break character during a program (he maintained direct eye contact with a judge for twelve full seconds), and once for calling a scoring panel “artistically illiterate.”

    There is an ongoing investigation into whether he did, in fact, mutter “little bitch-ass scoring” under his breath at a Grand Prix event. The footage is inconclusive. The lip-reading community says otherwise.

    Anyway-they share a rink.

    That’s it. That’s the problem. THE problem...

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    29 Apr 2026