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    Beware of your own desires: having been thrown into a world far removed from his own, Harry has to draw on everything he learned as an Auror and during his healing training - all to save himself and prevent medieval people from dying of colds and broken bones.

    In a world where the sick are treated with incense and prayers, his knowledge of modern medicine and magic makes him either a miracle worker or an easy target.

    Dear Ser, wash your hands before eating, drink less questionable ale, and come see me if you begin to feel strange!

    P.S. Dragons and prophecies - best avoided.

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    06 Jul 2026

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    05 Jul 2026

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  3. Public Bookmark 15

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    Dunk rode away.

    Whatever the past week had been, a week of luxuriating in bed, a week of sweet kisses and whispered promises, a week of the kind of love Lyonel had never imagined would ever come for him— whatever that had been, Dunk was still leaving. Yes, he’d said he was sorry to go but he’d still gotten on that damned horse and taken his boy and was riding away.

    But Dunk comes back, and comes back and comes back.

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    05 Jul 2026

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  4. Public Bookmark 62

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    Lyonel’s post-tournament hangovers rarely had anything to do with the amount of spirits he’d consumed.

    Even though it left Lyonel feeling like the ass end of a mule, there was nothing like days on end of having his blood up, of tearing through the lists against any alpha, beta, or omega that was brave enough to tap his shield. The noise, the chaos, the crash-splinter of lances and the bone-jarring impact of melee weapons, all of it helped alleviate the storm perpetually trapped underneath Lyonel’s skin.

    Lyonel leaves Ashford without fanfare, without answers, and without Duncan.

    Or so he thought.

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    30 Jun 2026

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    Ser Duncan's side is chosen by a man who will one day be King. It is Baelor's downfall and his resurrection. A soul bond forms during the melee at Ashford and tethers Baelor to the land of the living, to Duncan, and Maekar must decide whether to break or bend the knee.
    Baelor forces the issue when he asks Maekar to foster his claim on Duncan in his stead as he recovers.
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    Some A/B/O, soul bonding, and pack dynamics.

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    29 Jun 2026

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  6. Public Bookmark 26

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    By the gods, he was young, Dunk thought, watching Baelor atop his horse. It was in his carelessness, his hand raised in casual greeting, and handsome smile upon his face.

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    Baelor dies at Ashford Tourney. Then a year and a day on, Dunk slips backwards in time to meet him again; and again; and again. or, a time travellers wife au

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    29 Jun 2026

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  7. Public Bookmark 99

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    Entr’acte: Borrowed from French; an interval between two acts of a play or opera, possibly including another performance, such as a piece of music or a dance; interlude, intermezzo.
    After he finds out Egg lied to him, Dunk brings him home to Summerhall. When Prince Maekar returns, he has a proposition for his newest household knight.
    Porn and domestic fluff, spanning nearly a decade.

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    28 Jun 2026

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    Something about Prince Maekar keeps drawing Dunk in.

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    27 Jun 2026

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  9. Public Bookmark 66

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    Maekar learns firsthand just how much Dunk has changed in three years.

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    27 Jun 2026

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  10. Public Bookmark 24

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    "So you have bedded a woman?"

    "No, Raymun, you need to keep up, my love. He's not bedded anyone because he's got a shy prick." She peered at the shawl on his lap. "Or might not? There's nowt wrong that I can tell from here."

    Beset as he is by agonies, Dunk long ago gave up on easy pleasure; Raymun and Rowan aim to rectify that.

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    27 Jun 2026

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    “I dreamt… many things.” Her voice grew hoarser. “The seasons keep turning, and the long summer draws near…”

    “Then, can you tell me?” Rhaella pressed. “What will become of me?”

    The woodswitch raised her head, and her eyes were now clear but full of pity.

    “Knowing will do you no good, princess.”

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    27 Jun 2026

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    “I bring the King his tea in the morning,” the girl rushes out. “I always do it, my princess, you can ask anyone. Today, when I went inside, when I tried to wake him-“

    Rhaenyra’s breath catches and her heart thumps quicker. It might jump out of her chest. “What is it?”

    The girl’s chin wobbles and her voice wavers across the room. “The King is dead.”

     

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    Marriage pacts are signed and festivities are in order and yet tragedy strikes House Targaryen when King Viserys dies only a week before his wedding to Alicent Hightower. Rhaenyra Targaryen, a girl of six and ten, ascends the throne.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    Baelor and Maekar, at Redgrass Field. The birth of the hammer and the anvil.

    Or the one where parenting was a difficult endeavor, but loving his brother was even more so when Baelor outshone him in everything.

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    26 Jun 2026

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  14. Public Bookmark 22

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    Many years ago, when Prince Aegon was just Egg, and Dunk was merely a hedge knight, he and Daeron fell into an affair.

    Now, Dunk reckons with a rekindling.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    The poppy was growing stronger now. It was stealing everything away: his pain, his fear, his own tiresome web-weaving. Baelor drifts into the night, unmoored. A lovely comforting image resurfaces in his mind’s eye: a too-tall straw-haired man with storybook charm, stooped by a stone door. His guards and maesters flowing, to and fro, to and fro, black robes and white cloaks, back and forth from his chambers. It is a coursing river, with a seven-pointed star shining above and Baelor at its center. Oaken roots surround him; it is his knight, and he has grown roots all around his prince, thick and fast and sturdy forevermore.

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    What follows after Ashford: the growing plot of the Blackfyre Rebellions; the black dragon, the red dragon and the hedge knight.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    The septons say we must love our brothers, he had said to Aegon. But their history is one littered with the bodies of kin who had slain one another, for love or vengeance or a cruel throne of iron and blood. And boys grow into men, the scoldings of youth grow weak with time. Hatred and pain hardens, then calcifies, until one’s soul must twist and blacken to grow with it still within. Daeron’s had wilted, unable to bear the prison wrought by his dreams. Aerion’s had long twisted and blackened. Aemon’s had grown sidelong, turning under, over, and away from responsibility, from destiny. Valarr’s, burdened forever by his birth, had closed in on itself. Matarys and Aegon, tender sprouts still. Yet even the heartiest wither without care.

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    It had occurred to Dunk in those final moments that they would probably not recover his body, that he would be nought but ash by the time the fires were brought under control. But that thought had oddly comforted him in a way, that there would be no grand funeral for the Lord Commander who had failed.

    Failed to save more from the fire, failed to stop Aegon in the first place. Who knows, maybe his failure had even begun back in the hedges, maybe something he had done or not done had made Aegon the man who had done..this.

    He would do anything to go back and fix it, had been his last thought before the sensations shifted from heat to cold, from fire to waves, from pain to panic.

    or, dunk perishes in fire at summerhall and washes up on the sands of dragonstone. dragons still roam the skies, rhaenyra targaryen still lives and dunk quickly discovers he's not the only one lost in this time.

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    26 Jun 2026

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    Her new family is a little broken, chipped at the edges and fraying at the seams, but Daenora sees something worth cherishing beneath the cracked surface, and sometimes, all it takes is a little love and care to keep a family from falling apart.

    Or, an inherently kind and caring girl is reincarnated as Helaena’s older twin sister, having no knowledge of the show or books but with enough love and determination to make a difference.

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    25 Jun 2026

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    “I wonder if this is how Rhaegar felt."

    "Your grace?" Jon questioned, frowning.

    "Leaving the Red Keep… To stamp out a rebellion."

    "My love." The queen's voice was sweet and soft even in her chiding. "You are not Rhaegar."

    And we are not facing Robert Baratheon, his sister's eyes seemed to say.

    Joff smiled. "You're right, of course." He raised a hand and stroked the cheek of the babe their love had made. "I plan to come home."

    He gave Sansa a married man's kiss, and they rode out shortly afterward.

    The king, armoured in gold. His Kingsguard, all in enamelled white scale. The armies that had gathered beneath the golden stag banner.

    They rode to war again.
    ……………………..

    Or Joffrey is the Perfect Prince Sansa was promised.

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    24 Jun 2026

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    “Perhaps the seeds of madness are sown in the womb.”

    Not for Aerion, no. Nor for Egg. But Daeron had always known. Since he was small, he saw the tapestries upon the walls burn above his cradle, and he knew. Drink or delirium, it did not matter. One way or another, his visions would be the death of him.

    He had not reckoned he would have to suffer more than one.

    The gods want something from Daeron. They must, to have devised so exceptional a hell. For why else would they have him live these days over and over?

    If they have chosen Daeron to change the future, they have chosen the wrong man. Daeron is not a hero. He never has been.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival.
    —Thornton Wilder

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    21 Jun 2026

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    He dressed formally, in fine wool and silk, and wore the crown his men had forged him during the war in the south. He hadn’t put it on more than a dozen times since he’d been crowned with it; he’d felt a little too much like a boy playacting in his father’s cloak, and he’d felt that way too often even without wearing it. But today when his squire brought it to him and set it on his head, and he looked at himself in the glass, for the first time he didn’t feel even a little like a fraud, and Father wasn’t standing there behind his shoulder anymore, a silent watching shadow of judgement. Strangely, it felt like a loss.

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