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  1. Summary

    canon-compliant inarizaki series mostly centred on rice boyfriends osamu/kita, but also featuring some atsumu/suna and aran/asahi.

    series title and all fic titles are from "water the flowers, pray for a garden" by valley :)

    💧🙏🌾🍚🌻

    (fics are placed in recommended reading order.)

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    mihawk challenges rayleigh to a duel and ends up adopted by him. :')

    series title from "dear theodosia" from hamilton the musical. pride is not the word he's looking for! 😭💖

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    Yaku Morisuke IS your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.

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    fics featuring mishanks with their daughter uta. the fics are loosely related, and ordered chronologically.

    series title references uta's (ado's) song "where the wind blows"

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    As it says on the tin! Someone just give him a big ol' hug.

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    Valarr yearns for her cousin outside of her golden cage. Where she is poised, he is unrestrained. Until she makes a move.

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    06 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 39

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    The omega is handsome, tall, with broad shoulders and thick hands with long fingers - a male omega, above all else, which is practically rare these days. 

    Baelor bites the inside of his cheek. Who is this omega? Why did that hair look so familiar? 

    “What’s your name?” Baelor tries again, attempting to convey reassurance to the male omega to calm him down. “I’m Baelor, these are Quentyn and Aegor. Listen, you’re on our land and we just want to know your reason for being here. We won’t hurt you, I promise.” 

    The omega remains silent, staring defiantly at Baelor.

    Baelor comes across a stranger in the forest, and the alpha soon realizes he’s dealing with much more than just an angry omega. 

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    06 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 71

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    Someone asked me if I could upload my NSFW art somewhere else then just X, which is understandable, so here’s some Hammeranvil stuff I’ve made!

    If the image doesn’t load, especially on the first chapter, try to refresh the website and it should appear.

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    05 Jun 2026

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    good stuff 🤌💘

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    Rhaenyra was alone. Her best friend married her father, her uncle was at the Stepstones doing what Daemon Targaryen does best, wreck havoc, and her mother was dead. She had no one but her dear friend Syrax. She was not yet Rhaenyra the Cruel, as history would remember her. She was just a scared girl, fighting for her place in the world. What if the gods took pity on her? Not the Seven who are one, nor the old gods, but the Valyrian ones. They have seen what the future holds and are most displeased with the outcome. Rhaenyra was their champion. The Queen of Dragons. Enraged, they decided to act against the other deities involved.

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    After their deaths, both Baelor and Maekar are sent back in time, into an age where dragons still roamed the skies, and meet a young Rhaenyra Targaryen on the brink of collapsing. How far will they go to ensure prosperity for their house?

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    15 May 2026

    Bookmarker's Notes

    “Fuck this fucking place.”

    Maekar just barely regained his balance. The ground was wet and muddy, and he almost fell on his arse twice because of it. He was dead, and this were the seven hell’s. Maekar Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men. Protector of the realm or whatever, brought down by a simple storm. Some King he was.

    He was soaking wet from head to toe. The rain fell so heavily that he could not see far. “I must be in the Stormlands. Only that useless fucking piece of land has weather this shit.”

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    He kept going into the woods. There was nothing for him in King’s Landing. Aegon was still fooling around with Ser Duncan somewhere. Daella and Rhae were married off. Aemon was back in Oldtown. Daeron was dead. Aerion was also dead. Still, he had to go back, because that was what Baelor would have done.

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    [maekar on seeking out if there were real dragons in the dragonpit and then finding one there]

    He was the biggest fool in the kingdom. He could have found any other way to prove to himself that he was in the past, and he chose the one that could kill him.

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    im OBSESSED w maekar's journey specifically 😂😂 man lands in the stormlands, falls and anguishes in a muddy rainy ditch for a hot second, walks through the rain and the woods overnight, is sharp and observant enough to recognize a tree where it should not be and when he notes the differences in landscape, immediately asks who the king is (SO smart), decides to seek out *dragons* as proof and only wonders if he's an idiot for this when he puts himself within charring and eating distance of one of said beasts, then goes out in an alley and sits on a box to dissociate and then decides to just. sleep there. 😂😂 what a legend.

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    Baelor stared at the woman before him. Saera Targaryen.

    “What is with the faces? Surprised to see your Mother?” She smiled like a predator, sauntering over to his desk, picking up a random piece of parchment.

    “You know, being pregnant is no easy affair.” Lazily, she waved her hand. “You feel like absolute shit for nine months and then go through the worst pain imaginable. So, it is a rather memorable experience. I should know, I have been pregnant before.”

    Lilac eyes zero in on them. “Taking all of this into account, I am quite shocked that I seem to have forgotten being pregnant with you two.”

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    also the one where symbolism is important and syrax is always stitched somewhere on baelor's and maekar's clothes, as well as their brother's dragon :'))) and their own!!!! mvp seamstress in this fic fr fr

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    The table had fallen silent. Aerion doesn't bask in his victory until it's in hand, which means he turns to Baelor next.

    "Or would you rather that dad remembers how he bashed your head in, Uncle? So he could spend this life as miserably as he had the last one?" Aerion adds cruelly. 

    Normally, Baelor would have an answer at his lips but not to that. Never to that.

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    Bookmarker's Notes

    Part of the blame is on Baelor, he barged in with no wherewithal. Any person would be, but the Targārio takes precedence over everything, he needs to know who Maekar really is before allowing him in the fold. And, Baelor can't just stand aside and watch either. /Can't hold you close, can't let you go/. Hearth and burning house coming from the same wood.

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    "You're the face of one of the most powerful families in Westeros, if not globally," Maekar points out, "You don't think a reputation like that brings something to our table? Hell, it'd have to be one crazy bastard if they weren't pissing their pants off being here with you."

    Baelor lets his eyes wander, "...you have a good habit of self-recognition."

    He can pinpoint the exact moment the point connects in Maekar, and a demonically furious rage subdues behind twitching violet eyes. Baelor can't help the smile that dawns on his lips, but is this where the goalposts are? Does he have to infuriate his brother into bearing who he is?

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    All the men are cheering around him, and Maekar looks at Baelor, wearing his collar and grins with blood-streaked teeth. All his. Baelor doesn't look away, and that's where it started, if he bothers ruminating.

    Choosing to hold him like that, from a distance, like tasting a meal by its smell. All desires start with the sole purpose to devour. A gentle nibble is still consumption. Even if all Baelor is doing is looking. /It'll be fine/.

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    "Why did you have to come here?" Aerion screeches, "I told you we're done."

    "No? We're not?" Duncan says, except he sounds confused as to where Aerion even got that idea, "What made you think that? We're done when we've both said our piece and I," Duncan steps closer, "I've not said what I wanted to."

    /Okay???/ Aerion reloads, /does this look like an angsty couple post the break-up?/ Takes a sliding glance at his father, who isn't sure if he should come kicking down. So maybe they are convincing? He takes a step forward, hand on Duncan's chest, pressing where it lands.

    "Let's go outside and talk," he offers quietly, peace breadcrumbs work extremely well with the likes of Duncan because you see, he's basically a big, dumb husky—

    "No, we're doing it here."

    /?????/

    "...you'd run away if I did that."

    Aerion has to pause for a second. How has his life turned into this rolling snowball?

    *

    "Well, we'd have to inflict some measure of pain on him to test out this theory and," Aerys rambles and Rhaegel squeals.

    "You want to hit him?!"

    "I mean not me," Aerys scolds him, "probably him or I don't know," he gestures to Baelor, "whack him over the head with something, and it'll speed up the process."

    "The process," Baelor repeats in disbelief, the gift of a younger brother, one could never predict what is going to come out of their mouths next.

    "We live in the modern era, with highly integrated medical knowledge and infrastructure to back it up. How can we not take advantage of such an opportunity? What could be stopping you?"

    Both Rhaegel's "I don't want my little brother hurt," and Baelor's "Maekar's not a lab rat on a dissection table," gain Aerys' exhausted sigh.

    "Sentimentality, our family's cornerstone," he regrets, massaging at his temple,

    *

    Maekar's face stutters in uncertainty, "....it was difficult. But that's life, who doesn't go through it?" He looks at Baelor's fingers, leans just marginally closer, and Baelor can almost touch his cheek.

    He picks one lock of silver-gold hair. Long enough to be held in the space of them before kissing it softly, and Maekar's eyes widen.

    "It was the same for me," his lips whisper against silver-gold, "it was difficult for me too."

    Maekar looks up to him like he's new again, there's something here, something fertile and begging to be dug into. He knows Maekar senses it too, like they've touched something soft, tender. If all the time he has with Maekar is until he gets his memories, he should do whatever he can, shouldn't he? Savour him because they're both on borrowed time.

    *

    "I'll let you in on a secret, Maekar, between the two of us, there's not going to be an ending," he promises, and Maekar's shoulder tenses, and that's beside how games with Baelor are not so simple. They don't end unless he says they do, even less when the price is so valuable. There are losses, of course, there are bound to be when there's play. But someday, when you think the game is done, you've cashed out your wins for your turn, you'll go home. Turn the bolt, and as you sit down for dinner, you'll realise the table is set for two.

    The Rūnarys is an endless, winding staircase, and so is Baelor.