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  1. Public Bookmark 21

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    "Pray, child," he whispered, unbuckling his belt. "Pray to your gods. You are about to be closer to them than you have ever been."

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    the religious psychosis of Ormund, fucking his boy upon the altar while the boy prays and weeps beneath him

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    16 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 25

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    As he walked further on towards the apartment Aerion sat within, he ran himself near ragged trying to offer himself reasons beyond the unsavoury that could bring his nephew to him like this. Though he knew the boy relished their relations, he'd never made it quite so obvious. He told himself what he'd spent many nights thinking: he should have ended it years ago.

    The heat of the room billowed out at him as he opened the door, blowing over him like a humid sheet. The air was thick with steam from the bath and he squinted through it to look at the bath itself and the boy slumped in the milky, perfumed waters.

    "Surprised to see me, uncle?" Aerion mused, watching Baelor approach through the thick steam, eyes cast up and staring at him through his lashes. Baelor's attention was drawn immediately to a purpled blush over the younger man's cheek, matching another on his jaw.

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    aka. aerion arrives at king's landing unannounced and unhappy and makes it baelor's problem

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    09 Jul 2026

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    Baelor swept a hand up Aerion's torso, feeling over the softness of his red gambeson before it parted for the thin, light chain beneath. Baelor frowned and scoffed, reaching down and under the gambeson to lift both it and the chainmail enough to see that the boy wore nothing between his pale skin and the mail. "Still don't know how to dress yourself? After all these years? You must be rubbed raw beneath it if you've been walking about in it all day."

    "I don't mind it much, uncle… it reminds me of something," Aerion practically purred, leaning forth to reach a hand up, brushing over the coarseness of Baelor's beard; that did bring a curl of amusement to the older man's lips, though he doubted it was the entire truth of it.

    * now featuring valarr/aerion dlc in chapter 2 and additional art in chapter 3!*

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  4. Public Bookmark 39

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    Valarr realises he has no experience when it comes to women, and who better to ask to teach him than his father?

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    "Relax," Baelor murmured, and Valarr tried, letting his body loosen and knowing he had done as requested from the way his father smiled. "Good. Do not rush through something like this. Your wife will enjoy the tension, the suspense that comes before." His father's head dipped closer, a rush of something sharp dropping from his chest into his gut when he felt lips just barely brush across his own. Leaning in without thought, chasing after the feeling only to be met with disappointment when his father moved away at the same time.

    He could still feel him, could still taste the warmth on his lips.

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    His hand slid smooth up over Baelor's thighs, slipping under the folds of his coat, "they all want to be the Hightowers, they all want to put their hands on a dragon…" his eyes flickered down to the ring Baelor worked over with the pads of his fingers, "are you imagining it's the tightness of my arse?"

    Baelor's hand flew quick and bruising to the boy's jaw, leaning forward in his seat to put the submission of Aerion's position into perspective, "if you're such a dragon…" he shifted his hand and plunged his two middle most fingers into Aerion's red-stained mouth, sliding over the slickness of his tongue to press at the back of it until he gagged, "spit fire at me, boy… do it; show me that you are what you claim to be- that you're an old God in the body of a sorely mistaken young man."

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    Aerion gets a stern talking to

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