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you know (no question mark) by pucktopivot
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
06 Apr 2026
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Aerion Targaryen has been hiding a secret in the cradle of his ribs. He has not told Dunk. But a hand keeps drifting to his middle, a wine glass stays full, and Ser Duncan The Tall – his gentle giant of a husband, his foolish knight – is beginning to notice the curve where no curve stood before.
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After a brutal match that leaves Dunk with more than just a bad shoulder, he comes home to find his husband exactly where he left him – curled in a velvet armchair, laptop balanced on bony knees, and absolutely no patience for Dunk.
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silver is the colour (of my true love's hair) by pucktopivot
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
28 Mar 2026
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"I did not know," he said against Donnel’s chest. "I did not – I thought it was nothing. I thought if I ignored it, it would go away."
"That does sound like you," Donnel said, and there was a thread of humour in his voice that made Aerion want to hit him.
"This is not the time for jokes."
"It is exactly the time for jokes." Donnel’s arms tightened. "You are carrying our child, Aerion. Our child. And you are both healthy. That is – that is more than I dared hope for, when you walked in looking like you had seen a ghost."
or aerion targaryen discovers pregnancy is inconvenient, his knight's wardrobe is comfortable, and feelings are the worst
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that's not in the kingsguard handbook (oaths, schmoaths) by pucktopivot
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
27 Mar 2026
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"Only when I breathe," Donnel rumbled, a low laugh escaping him. "But worth it, Your Grace. Every blow, every ache. Now, about my reward..." He leaned in, his breath warm against Aerion’s ear, the scent of sweat and triumph intoxicating. "You promised me more than a kiss, didn't you? A proper favour. Something to truly celebrate this victory."
Aerion’s heart hammered against his ribs. He knew what was coming. He had known since Donnel had first asked for his favour. "And where, pray tell, do you intend to claim this 'reward,' Ser Donnel? Here, in the open? Are you mad?"
or what happens in the alley after the tournament is nobody's business but theirs
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Aerion whimpered, a small, needy sound. "More, Donnel. I need more. I need you inside me. Now."
Donnel pulled back from the kiss, his breath ragged. His eyes, dark with lust, met Aerion’s. "You command it, Your Grace?"
"I command it!" Aerion cried, his voice thick with desire. He wrapped his legs around Donnel's waist, pulling himself up, his wet pussy rubbing against the head of Donnel's thick cock. "Fill me. Breed me. Make me yours."
or a memoir by ser donnel of duskendale