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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    He dressed simply, in whatever his mother and the septa picked for him, and never complained. Lady Cassana looked at him with unbearably piteous affection whenever he would pull on yet another black dress, accented with the slightest bit of gold, trying not to step on it.

    He never told her, of course. And now he never could.

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    21 Apr 2026

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    YEASSSSS

  2. Public Bookmark 3

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    Lee is just trying to do an honest day's work. I mean, mostly. The point is, he never asked for this.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    I think about her all the time

  3. Public Bookmark 22

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    “The dead do not give up their secrets.”

    “You're not dying here,” says Bard, with such conviction it nearly makes Thranduil recoil. “We’ll outlast the orcs, get you to the healers’ tent.”

    “So I can meet my end there, instead? Your optimism is… astonishing."

    “You can't die, Thranduil.”

    Thranduil almost laughs again in his pain-hazed delirium. He is speaking with all the clarity of a drunkard, now— a comparison more apt than he'd like to admit. “Does this look like a healthy wound to you?  Every minute the contaminant remains in my body, the poison spreads. It will kill me, Dragonslayer, it does not need your permission for that.”

    or: Thranduil has sex again. Bard is just trying to save his life.
    OR: The (accidental) wound fingering & elf marriage fic, take it or leave it.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    Good lord 😳 I wish I was shot in the leg... who said that

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    "I must court you," Dream pronounces, and Hob drags his attention away from the flowers. Grimaces slightly.

    "You don't have to," he says. "This will only last a week or two, and then we can go back to being, you know. Normal boyfriends who aren't being driven insane by the urge to put every shiny object in the flat in the bloody bed with me."

    Hob has gone into heat, but an omega's instincts demand that Dream make himself an appealing partner before he will be allowed to touch his lover. This calls for drastic measures. This calls for courtship.

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    21 Feb 2026

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    Bird like courting rituals, instincts that actively hinder immediate shagging

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    "Are you nose-blind, man?" Ser Manfred asked. The old refrain came to Dunk's lips – thick as a castle wall, slow as an aurochs – but he held it back with an effort. "Haven't you seen a heat come on before?"

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    21 Feb 2026

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    WESTEROS SPECIFIC FAITH OF THE SEVEN OMEGAVERSE