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Mysaria, in her short, charged weeks among Rhaenyra’s company, had grown used to assuring and comforting, offering counsel when Rhaenyra desired it. But one did not approach a pacing lion. They waited until it calmed.
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“Trying to seduce me at the kitchen sink?” asks Helen.
Carol’s reply is warm against her shoulder. “Is it working?”
The silence is an answer.
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A domestic slice of life
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- Part 2 of let's get domestic!
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Zosia and Carol retreat to a familiar chalet in the dead of winter, escaping from the world, but not the problems that the world created.
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"Look,” Helen adds with a sigh, holding Carol closer, “I want to leave work at work and just…” Another sigh, heavy and relieved, but full of something else, something blooming and warm, now that Carol’s pressed against her. “I’m gonna shower. And then I want you to take me to our bed and fuck me.”
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In which Carol is Helen's rock.
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- Part 1 of let's get domestic!
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Carol, thinks Helen, taking another long drag, is like cold water, shocking to even consider approaching, let alone dipping your feet in, but Helen feels its pull, feels herself wanting to wade in, and finds herself asking, rather leadingly, “So… why are you here?”
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Baby Sturstead in the 1990s because I couldn't stop thinking about them
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war's edge by Tokay
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
21 Jan 2025
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Winters in Piltover by alicekittridge (Tokay), Tokay
Fandom Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
26 Nov 2024
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cadence by Tokay
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
06 Aug 2024
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The Language of War by alicekittridge (Tokay)
Fandom A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
12 Apr 2023
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“I want you as my graduate advisor.”
“What?” Carol’s hands fell from her bag. “You – what?”
Zosia smiled, teeth on display now. “I want you as my advisor next year. Like I said, I have been waiting for this class the entirety of my time here. I don't want anyone else claiming you before I do.”
So, Carol was fine. She was fine and the fact that she repeated that constantly, a mantra in her head, probably should have raised some red flags, but it didn't.
She published her books under her pen name, taught at the university, and did not let an unhinged graduate student blow up her life. Just for the fuck of it, it seemed like.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
25 Jun 2026
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“The purple slipsand,” she continues with a shrug. “You could make it yellow. Or a horrible, bloody shade of red. Neon blue, maybe, or you could just make it a bright white that renders the crew of the Mercator blind to an incoming attack.”
“I can’t just change the colour of the sand,” she replies, scoffing.
“Why not?”
“Because the slipsand is–” She cuts herself off, shaking her head.
OR Carol has writer's block, and Helen goes about correcting it.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
20 Jun 2026
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There was a cardboard box sitting on her office chair when she arrived. A yellow Post-It was stuck to the top, bearing the words “help yourself” in sloppy handwriting that Carol immediately recognized. She knew what she would find inside, but she opened the box anyway. Sure enough—it was a collection of business casual attire, clearly pre-owned but seemingly devoid of holes and stains.
Helen Umstead can go fuck herself, Carol thought.
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The story of Carol and Helen.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
17 Jun 2026
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Helen was looking in the mirror when the stall door creaked open. Her eyes performed a full-body scan of Carol’s reflection. They lingered on the slight clench in her thighs, hardly noticeable under the stiff fabric.
Helen said nothing as she opened her bag, the sound of the clasp bouncing off the tiles. Her hand pulled out a thin square wrapped in noisy purple film and set it down on the sink, along with her bag.
Carol was expecting some sort of sarcastic remark. Perhaps a defeated acknowledgement that making her wear the stupid skirt had been a bad call.
She didn’t expect Helen to unbutton her slacks. “Switch with me.”
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.During the final day of the Stormshadow of Wycaro Tour, Carol gets her period. Helen helps, as always.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
12 Jun 2026
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Unfortunately, Carol could only watch helplessly as the garment fell away from the woman's flawless skin. From her vantage point, Carol could see the woman's breast in outline – taut skin, pink nipples, and a devastating lack of a tanline.
The two books in her hand fell onto her towel with a double thump. The woman's eyes slowly met her own in amusement. Carol immediately glanced away in embarrassment – it was a miracle she didn't give herself whiplash.
Europeans and nude beaches shouldn't mix – or, at least, that was Carol Sturka's opinion before a literal Polish model got her claws into her sunburnt skin.
Bookmarked by alicekittridge (Tokay)
01 Jun 2026