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veiled fire by cinmnsoul
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, House of the Dragon (TV)
12 May 2026
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'They do not see me for who I am,' she thought. 'Not yet. Perhaps that is a great blessing. When the Seven strike them down, no one will have expected dear Meek Aelys to have been bruising her knees, begging for it at the altar.'
Aelys clasped her hands over her chest, lowered her gaze in reverent imitation of piety, and whispered her prayers. The Seven-who-are-one would judge all things. She would endure. And in time, they would learn—too late—what she was capable of.
Princess Aelys was not born with wicked intent in her heart.
She was made so carefully, lovingly, and with great devotion.
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you love blood too much, but not like i do by cinmnsoul
Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins
21 Sep 2025
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She didn’t have time to feel sorry.
She was already late.
The reaping bell was tolling. It echoed over the fields like the chime of a dinner triangle, only nobody was eating today.
Everybody was waiting to see who’d be fed to the wolves.
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In District 10, blood comes easy—on the hands, in the soil, behind the eyes. Lassie was born to the slaughterhouse, sharp of tongue and sharper of blade, but when the Reaping comes, it ain't the cows who go under the knife.
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God given solace by queersforloki
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
19 Apr 2026
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There was a beauty in the night life of Flea Bottom in Daeron’s eyes. Perhaps it was spoiled of him to yearn for it at times, these people had difficult lives, he was well aware, but they were Simple. Simpler than his. If he could rid himself of his sight for a life in the slums, he would have done it without a doubt. Instead he was forced to dream about the demise of his family until his body finally gave out.
Or; Daeron’s decision to go out to drink and whore derails his entire life and the life of his entire family in the process.Bookmarked by cinmnsoul
14 Feb 2026
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“Good evening. I’m Charles,” he offers his hand, which Max takes and for a second, Charles thinks he’s going to kiss the back of it. Some muscle spasms in the tight grip, rough velvet against soft skin. When Charles gets his hand back, it feels like he lost a finger or two in the fight.
“What’s your poison, Charles?” Max asks, settling on the barstool like it’s not designed to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world.
“Cyanide, usually. I’ll settle for a gin tonic for now.”
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Charles is a supermodel that has learned everything he needs to make his world turn. Now, he has no idea what Max Verstappen wants from him.
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08 Jun 2024