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    "The crown suits you, you know," said Ser Duncan over the cacophony, bringing Baelor back to himself. "Makes you look... you know. Kingly. Which I suppose makes sense, seeing as how 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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    Everyone's a collector of something

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    “My dad died today.”

    She can feel him pause, and start to nod before she finishes.

    “Eighteen years ago. That’s a long time,” she breathes.

    “...Not for some things,” he says hoarsely, carefully. “Not for that.”

    Or: The snowed-in fic where Samira finally confronts her feelings- on many things.

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    23 Mar 2026

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    a Simple night in between Jack & Samira.

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    Samira exhales through her nose. It might have been a laugh, but he doesn’t allow himself to hope. “Missed me that bad?”

    Despite himself, he laughs. It breaks through the lump in his throat, coming out gruff and shaking. “That bad,” he confirms, without a hint of embarrassment.

    God, he’s going to fall off this roof. And it wouldn’t even be on purpose.
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    Samira Mohan sells her soul to the army for medical school. Nobody understands that so intimately as Jack Abbot. Out in no man’s land, they manage to form something that neither can really understand.

    After three years, it only takes one mass casualty incident to pull them back together.

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    13 Mar 2026