Anxious_Pickle
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Flint’s Finger had shaped itself around the Ironborn the same way Flea Bottom had shaped itself around the gold cloaks—watchful, nothing left out that could be taken, quick to scatter when it couldn’t fight.
But Flint's Finger had shaped itself around it in other ways, too. Ways Flea Bottom had not.
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- Part 4 of when the levees break
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- English
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02 Jun 2026
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if it's meant to be, then it will be ( wide awake ) by Smilinglexipedia
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), Game of Thrones (TV)
08 Mar 2026
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You survive a plane crash … only to wake up in a world that isn’t yours. They call it Westeros.
Lost, alone, and completely fucked, you’re just trying to survive… until a joust goes terribly wrong and you save the heir to the Iron Throne — changing the fate of the realm, and your own, for better or for worse.
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08 May 2026
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collection of dunk and egg and lyonel stories
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05 May 2026
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Haven't had a dream in a long time by spunknbite
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
28 Mar 2026
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And at evenfall he told himself that tonight there would be no dreams; no solid weight of a body against his, no honeyed curls falling across his shoulders as a fine-featured frustration too fair for his own good pressed into him, face in the crook of his neck. Surely tonight Dunk won’t take that face in his hands, run a finger along the cleft of his chin, down his royal neck, kiss the eyelids sheltering those tortured eyes that Dunk couldn’t unsee, couldn’t forget as much as he entreated.
No appeal of may I? or like this? or please? No lissome thighs resting atop Dunk’s larger ones. No tell-tale sound of skin against skin. No intimacies that Dunk had never experienced anywhere outside of reveries, and his own voice, broken, Daeron, Daeron, Daeron.
Not tonight, surely not tonight. There must be reprieve from such a haunting.
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Or, the one where that sot of a prince can sense other people's dreams, and this is truly inconvenient for a certain hedge knight.
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28 Apr 2026
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The bards sang that the day Lord Baratheon was wed, every hedge in the kingdom bloomed. (Or, Dunk goes to a wedding.)
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07 Apr 2026