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his tall unmoving knight by Anonymous
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
20 Feb 2026
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Aerion snapped at a passing servant for walking too slowly, his voice sharp, his words cruel by habit more than intent but even as they left his mouth, his eyes flicked instinctively toward Dunk.
He didn’t understand why, only that some part of him waited for Dunk to scold him, to grab his arm, to tell him he was wrong. Anything at all!
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- Part 2 of tall and tiny
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5+1 series.
Dennis Whitaker keeps getting into situations. At least he has people willing to drag him out. And hey, if he gets a boyfriend, friends, and a family from it, can it really be that bad?
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16 Feb 2026
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Dennis has the worst night of his life. The damage doesn’t stop when the night does.
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yours truly by herze
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
24 Feb 2026
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“To the Giant of Flea Bottom,
Do not think this is over. I have paid three men in the Reach to follow you. If you sleep, they will be watching. If you eat, they will be counting the bites. If you find yourself some common omega wench that you’ve fallen in love with, I want their fingers brought to me in a box of salt. You are a stain on the laws of gods and men, and I will watch you rot from across the world.
— A.T.”
Dunk is only trying to be of honorable service, but his travels are constantly interrupted by “hate” letters from a certain exiled prince across the Narrow Sea.
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- Part 3 of dunkaerion AU fics
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Ex Mormon Dennis Whitaker, folks. ft a lot of mental breakdowns. author is lowk working through trauma with this one (I am exmo)
Title and chapter headings from We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross <3
(His desire for human contact was embarrassingly innocent. A hand squeezing his shoulder, the nape of his neck, petting through his hair. Sometimes, laid down at night, alone, he would pet himself like that. Rub his scalp, pretend it was someone else's hands. If it was someone else, who would it be? Would they whisper sweet things to him?
Now, he imagined it to be Dr Robby. As humiliating as that is, he can't help himself. Dr Robby gave him something to work with- he squeezes his own shoulder, pressing his thumb into that bit of skin Dr Robby had touched. Dr Robby's hands are bigger, warmer, but Dennis makes do.)