AceWithSomeMace



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    “Then why the fuck are you in my tent?”

    “…Supper?”

    The Laughing Storm’s hospitality goes slightly beyond a meal and a dance.

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    Fragments of a fic I am NOT WRITING, but when I looked to see if there was any Tanselle/Dunk/Baelor fic I was dismayed to find that no, this has not caught on like wildfire (yet) and so I'm dumping the bits and pieces that I've written on tumblr here. To emphasize - this is not a story per se, more of a placeholder in case I ever do lose my mind and try to write a modern AU for these fucking losers.

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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, and brought Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, given that you're the king now." A look of anguish crossed his face. "Oh, hells, I shouldn't be calling you 'you,' should I? It's 'Your Grace.' Please don't take—"

    Baelor resisted the urge to rest his hand against the lad's back, as one might soothe a skittish horse. "No offense was taken, ser."

    "Thank you," Ser Duncan said, then immediately amended, "Thank Your Grace...ness. Seven fucks, I'm getting another drink." And he whirled away into the throng before Baelor could say a word.


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    “Has Aerion repeated his… advances?” Baelor asks carefully.

    “Well, he—The prince is…”

    “Like a whore desperate for some coin.”

    “Stubborn.” Ser Duncan finishes, wide-eyed.

    “That too, I suppose,” Baelor says wryly. “I don’t need to tell you to pay him no mind, do I?”

    “No,” The knight denies vehemently. “I won’t disappoint you like that, Your Grace.”

    A pause, after which Baelor hears himself ask as though he’s outside of his body, listening in. He regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth. “And if you hadn’t pledged yourself to me?”

    Ser Duncan looks caught, his blush darkening high up in his cheeks. “I have no business doing that with a prince.”

    “And if he wasn’t one?” He presses.

    “I don’t know. Aerion is hateful, but—pretty.”

    “Yes, I suppose so.” Baelor sighs. Aerion is pretty. It’s everything he hides behind that which makes him ugly.

    “You are very handsome as well, Your Grace.” Ser Duncan is quick to reassure him, nodding seriously.

    Inevitably charmed, Bealor has to hide his smile behind his hand.

    Or, Dunk gets two Targaryen squires and finds himself in the middle of a bizarre love triangle.

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    A reflective essay on some of the difficulties of categorising fictional characters by race, based on over ten years of experience including race data the AO3 Ship Stats.

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