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"Fuck," Aerion said with sadistic glee, "you want it. Want me. For how long, big brother?"
"Never," Daeron said, it was sincere. He never imagined fucking his brother but he had dreams. Sick and twisted dreams. But he couldn't control those at all. It wasn't entirely his fault. The gods did this. Cursed him.
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24 Jul 2026
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"Your highness has been pupped," Maester Corso says through a locked jaw of discomfort. "Your father will have to be notified of this."
"No," Daeron says, shaking his head. "No, no, no, you have to examine me again."
"It won't change the results," Maester Corso says.
"But it's impossible," Daeron says adamantly, with a whine of distress. "Because I haven't been with anyone recently."
(Or, Aerion isn't a dragon dreamer, but he has visions of his own)
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24 Jul 2026
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Valarr was angry. Their name meant so little these days, and here was Daeron, sinking it further. Not that he would ever sit the Iron Throne, but still, he was the eldest son of the Anvil himself. If their house’s sons cared not for decorum, for honorable conduct, then what was the purpose of crushing the Black Dragon?
Yet Valarr was the eldest son of the Hammer himself; he lived by that sense of honor. Or he thought he did, until Daeron had laid Valarr’s little betrayals bare under a bygone moon and Valarr could not deny them: Your father discredited me as a confused boy and you said nothing. You take my word when there is nothing yet to believe in, but when the time comes, will you oppose your father?
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Or: Daeron and his dreams from an outside perspective.
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24 Jul 2026
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“Any other night, I would do anything you ask,” said Daeron, with such normality that Valarr’s heart fluttered, “but tonight is not like any other night. Seeing as your distress is rather unique, we ought to do something unique to remedy it.”
Valarr only raised his brow.
“What say you to the notion that, instead of being Prince Valarr, son to the Prince of Dragonstone, you became merely... a stable boy?” asked Daeron, leaning rather forward, so his lips were nearly at Valarr’s ear. “Just for a night.”
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OR: The fic where the eldest two grandsons of the king sneak out to a tourney. Valarr’s disguise is conventional, Daeron’s is not.
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23 Jul 2026
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The small piece of cloth that had fallen underneath the settee hadn’t been there the previous day as far as Daeron knew. He recognized the fabric immediately, the familiar irregular stitching of the monogram that could only have been wrought by his own hand.
It was the smell that Daeron did not recognize, something floral that could be jasmine and was neither Valarr’s nor his.
Daeron and Valarr are married, with a child, and with a dire need for communication between them.
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23 Jul 2026