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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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"It would disgrace us. For you to go unmarried would attract questions and scrutiny and you will spend your days enduring all manner of rumours… some may even be worse than the truth. Are you so misled by your desires that you'd find such a thing preferable? Do you think the evenings spent in my bed would make it all worth the trouble?"
That nagging sharpness in the back of Valarr's throat returned, his eyelashes wet with tears when he blinked, "let me-" he cleared his throat as his voice caught, sniffling as Baelor's hand rest against the outside of his thigh. "Take me to bed once and we may never speak of it again."
Let yourself have this, he pleaded.
"She won't know any different when I lay with her, please."
"You cannot promise such a thing; it's a promise far too easily broken."
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A party is thrown in celebration of Valarr's accepted betrothal to Kiera in which he's one of the few not rejoicing; it isn't a wife he wants.Series
- Part 2 of later, now
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"Come here," Daeron whispered to the ceiling, feeling Valarr's lips against his jaw and then his mouth a moment later. He opened his eyes and glanced his brother's way, looking at those hollow, lidded eyes; Aerion's teeth dug into his lip, stained with wine dark enough to be blood. He looked hungry, like he had a taste for something more substantial than wine. Daeron's stomach turned, though not from nausea this time.
"You should kiss him," Valarr murmured against Daeron's mouth, that drunken giggle buzzing at his skin as Valarr rasped his teeth against the apple of Daeron's cheek, sighing as he pressed the bridge of his nose into his temple.
"You want me to kiss my brother?" Daeron asked, though half the words were slurred and so quiet he suspected only Valarr may have heard him.
"I kissed your brother… he can tell us who is better at it," Valarr glanced sideways at Aerion, "look at him. If he wants to be involved, involve him."
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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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lachrymose by ShipperTrash140109 for graverobber3791
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
23 Mar 2026
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The hands that rested against his shoulders were cold and large, pulling him up and against the firm line of Maekar's body as Valarr wept. He had half the mind to shove and fight as his shoulder bumped against Maekar's chest, but all he did was fall against it- defeated and exhausted from his fit. As he leaned his forehead against Maekar's shoulder and those broad hands settled against his back he felt that frantic hysteria leave him.
He ached all over, like he'd plunged his hands into his chest and ripped everything out of himself. Maekar didn't speak as Valarr settled and let that hollowness fill him again. It was after he finally took his first proper breath that he forced his eyes open.
A sad glint of silver caught his eye, familiar in a way that made his stomach drop as he reached up to touch over the pin his father wore with his Hand's pin- long and ridged like the tail of a dragon. He stroked over the ridges and swallowed, voice thin and rough when he spoke, "you don't deserve to keep this."
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valarr returns to summerhall with his uncle and cousin.
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Fandom Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
30 Jan 2026
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Worldly Bliss [ART] by wild_pale_yonder
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
14 Apr 2026
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A collection of NSFW artworks I have created for Kingdom Come: Deliverance I / II.
Tags and warnings will be updated as needed, please heed them.
Artwork specific content warnings will be listed again at the start of every 'chapter'.
Pairings will be included in chapter names.[!] This is not written work!
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- Part 1 of My NSFW KCD art
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30 Jan 2026
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'FORMER Erebus and Terror employees - STOLEN items? Moderated group, please read rules before asking to join.' by Drav93
Fandoms: The Terror (TV 2018)
31 Jul 2024
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Francis Crozier starts a strictly moderated Facebook group to tackle the issue of a local menace...
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- Part 1 of Terror Facebook Group
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13 Sep 2025
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let it all go by eggsyjpg for ShipperTrash140109
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
09 Jun 2025
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Sam breathes deeply before descending into the basement of the King Solomon. It’s become ritualistic to have to compose himself before seeing John. He can’t even remember when it started - if it was when he noticed the freckle that sat just below the collar of his pourpoint or the way he taps his fingers on the desk when he’s frustrated, maybe when he tilts his face to the sun with shut eyes as if to soak it all in while he could - but it was happening to him with no way to stop it.
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09 Jun 2025
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Henry lets the tent flap drop and turns to face him. “Do they know who I am?”
“Just an old friend.”
“Do they know I killed all of your other old friends because you asked me nicely?”
“No, Henry,” Gules says. “They don’t. And I’d like to keep it that way.”
With his lord in captivity and Istvan Toth's torture fresh in his memory, Henry finds himself running short on solace. A chance encounter on a rainy night allows him a reprieve from duty. As it happens, one sometimes hears the voice of God in unexpected places.
Set during the canon KCD 2 storyline; spoilers for the Via Argentum quest.
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- Part 3 of in toto corde meo
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19 May 2025
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devotion (in the shape of your teeth) by takupaku
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
17 Apr 2025
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Henry had clearly grown a taste for him – his mouth, his skin, all of him – ever since their first night together in Suchdol, though back then the graze of his teeth had been tentative and careful, almost shy, his lips and tongue otherwise gentle but nevertheless eager. Now he seemed all but rabid in his lust to brand him, but there was devotion in the bruises he kissed onto Hans' skin; a profound hunger to mark Hans as his.
The notion of being owned and shackled by anyone should have felt just as suffocating as the noose around his neck, but the thought of his body belonging to Henry – his page, his lover, his Lancelot – made Hans’ very soul soar with a desire so overwhelming he feared it was the fires of Hell that were coating the strings to his heart.
And yet for Henry he would gladly burn, be it by his own hand or God’s.
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23 Apr 2025