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"Look at you," Dunk growled, and the voice was not the voice of the man who had stammered through an apology for his own inexperience. It was deeper, rougher, the voice of something older and more primal. "Look at how you take me. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me."
Aerion tried to summon a retort – something about the presumption of hedge knights, something about the blood of the dragon – but his mind was fogged with heat and pleasure and the relentless rhythm of Dunk’s hips. All that emerged was a broken sound, half-agreement and half-protest, and Dunk answered it with a sound of his own: a growl that rumbled up from his chest and vibrated through Aerion’s entire body.
"You’ll swell with my pups," Dunk said, and the words were a snarl, possessive and dark. "I’ll put them in you – I’ll fill you up – you’ll be round with them, round with my get, and everyone will know. Everyone will see. The prince, swollen with a hedge knight’s bastards –"
or dunk enters aerion targaryen's body with a whimper and leaves it with a snarl, and the blood of the dragon finds itself swollen with the get of a man who cannot read but can, it seems, breed
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Aerion wasn't a superstitious person. Duncan, on the other hand...
(a sequel to Good-Luck Kisses)
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- Part 2 of GoodLuckKisses_Series
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Aerion has a duty before the beginning of every single one of his boyfriend's matches.
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- Part 1 of GoodLuckKisses_Series
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Dunk’s already packed his bag, dug up his best blazer he’d gotten for Freshers Ball and reused for every fancy event since. It’s starting to fray by the elbows, but he’s already resigned himself to standing out like a sore thumb among Aerion’s rich, white-haired family.
He usually does, being a foot taller than everyone else, and a ginger to boot, but even if he hasn’t met Aerion’s relatives before, he knows what the Targaryens are like.
Everyone knows.
They’re going to eat him alive.
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After the Ashford Tourney, Aerion Targaryen finds himself bound in punishment to Ser Duncan the Tall.
It is his Uncle Baelor's idea that punishment bonds are meant to humble. Unfortunately, they also awaken inconvenient instincts in both the Alpha and Omega that are bonded.
The only cure is a chosen bond and Aerion would never in a thousand years deem Dunk, the hedge knight as his chosen.
It will never happen. Ever.