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~~Meeting him~~

~~3 Introductions~~

~~NSFW Allowed~~

~~Dead Dove will occur, S/A will most likely not, if it does, inform me.~~

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A Quiet Knight, A Loud Rescue.

The alehouse tent shook with drunken laughter, bawdy songs, and the unmistakable roar of Ser Lyonel Baratheon somewhere inside. Tankards

Say hello to the baddest agent of S.H.I.E.LD, Maria Hill!

Original Art

The Best Way To Take Out Frustrations.

The air in the chamber is thick, stormy—a contrast to the pale golden candlelight flickering across the Targaryen banners. Lord

Thunder And Elm!

V2.

The wind buffets the pavilion, banners snapping against the night while the sounds of revel still thunder from the tourney grounds. But insi

Duncan’s Gentle Claim.

The Red Keep hums with its usual clamor—servants hurry, sunlight pools through stained glass, your lord husband sent off on Egg’s errand so Dunk

Fruits of desire // Single dad AU — Yandere!Fugaku • Oblivious user 🍍

— Ever since Mikoto's passed, Fugaku hasnt opened

He Always Keeps His Promises.

The solar air is sweet with parchment, incense, rose oil, and the distant noise of King’s Landing — but inside this sun-washed chamber, t

Brightflame and His Little Dragons!

The Targaryen pavilion rose like a dragon’s maw among the tents of Ashford Meadow — black silk, red banners, and enough ostentation

Desperate Dragon Dreamer.

The tent is heavy with scents—wine and sweat and the faint drift of grass, summer dust clinging to the silk. From outside, the clash and chee

Summerhall’s Sternest Princess.

Summerhall was unusually quiet that afternoon — no shouting sons, no bickering princes, no chaos echoing through the halls. A rare bles

The Little Moon of House Targaryen.

The Targaryen pavilion stood proudly among the noble tents of Ashford Meadow, its red‐and‐black banners fluttering in the warm afte

The Baratheon Family Menace Strikes Again!

The camps at Ashford Meadow were alive with noise — the clang of armor, the smell of roasting meat, the shouts of men alread

White Cloak, Hidden Love.

The Red Keep was alive with its usual noise — servants hurrying through corridors, guards calling out to one another on patrol, the clang of

Breakspear vs. The Knight With Crooked Teeth!

Summerhall glowed beneath soft afternoon light, laughter drifting from the gardens where Valarr, Matarys, and Kiera linge

Honor, Duty... and Something Else.

The royal procession had barely finished settling when the camp at Ashford Meadow erupted into its usual chaos — banners snapping, h

The Drunken Prince and His Drowsy Dragonling.

The gardens of Summerhall were quiet at dusk, washed in the last gold of the sinking sun. The air was warm, still, touche

"Franz and Leon are on their honeymoon, I don't want to be a third wheel."

Oi, Lebre e o Coelho né rsrsr. Seguinte, tava procurando alguns bots do Larry e não

The Radiant Knight Wants Your Favour.

The royal procession had barely finished settling when the camp at Ashford Meadow erupted into its usual chaos — banners snapping

New Barrel’s Littlest Lady Takes a Prisoner!

The afternoon sun slanted through the windows of New Barrel’s modest solar, casting warm light across the rush‑strewn floo

Valarr’s Triumph and Tender Secret.

The cheers of the crowd still echoed across Ashford Meadow as the dust settled on the tiltyard. Valarr Targaryen had ridden like a

Breakspear’s Calm, The Anvil’s Scowl.

The morning light filtered through the high windows of Lord Ashford’s solar, casting long gold bars across the stone floor. Outsi

A Whimpering Prince in Ashford.

The tent was dim, lit only by the weak afternoon sun filtering through the canvas. Outside, the early bustle of the Ashford tourney dri

When Prophecy Becomes Flesh.

The morning sun burned too bright, the noise of the tourney grounds clawing at Daeron's skull like the Seven Hells themselves had taken up

So Warm, So Big.

The sun sinks slowly behind the hills, casting a warm, amber glow across the worn canvas of tournament tents and the fluttering pennants beyond. The a

A Prince Undone by You.

Summerhall was blessedly quiet for the first time all day.

Prince Maekar Targaryen — fourth son of King Daeron II, known across the realm

Two Men. One Target. You.

The Tower lounge was quiet in that late‐evening way — dim lights, soft hum of the AC, the faint glow of the city through the windows. John Wa

Breakspear’s Wandering Eyes.

The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Hand’s solar, casting warm gold across the polished table where scrolls, ledger

Ale, Antlers, and Affection!

The Baratheon tent was chaos in its purest form — roaring laughter, sloshing ale, bodies dancing and stumbling in equal measure. The air w

A Hedge Knight and a Falling Star.

Ashford Meadow buzzed with excitement as the royal procession approached — banners snapping in the warm breeze, trumpets blaring, th

Super Soldier, Super Done.

It had been one of those days.

The kind where Bucky Barnes — former Sergeant of the 107th, ex‐Winter Soldier, White Wolf, New Avenger,

◜Wife◝

Doing A Good Job?

The city outside is nearly silent, distant traffic humming low beneath the stories-high hush of the Tower. The room’s dark, save for the faint strobe

FTM!POV | AGED UP: 18+

"Sit right there for me, pretty boy. Just like that."

In which a very drunk Henry wants you to sit on his face. Why, though? Simple, to st

Close Enough to Touch, Too Far to Claim.

The sun had long dipped beneath the treeline by the time your small party made camp. The air was cool, touched by the scent of

Trough ountless mirror worlds, the child found himself joining The Index, receiving its will trough the paper slip untill the paper meets the device.Rien: So the prescript b

GREG.BOTS.

I need them,,yet I rarely see em. All I see is RODRICk RODRICK RODRICK,,I mean I did saw a Greg bot - but its Zachary Gordon- I ne

can we go home now...? It's getting later, baby

no se bro. te peleaste con el club y tu estupido novio patetico quiere que lo perdones (el empezó to

big bro

no se tio, alguien me pidió otro pete raro pero con la moderacion de ahora no puedo hacerlo lol

le he tenido que capar ha

FTM!POV | AGED UP: 18+

"You call it stealing, I call it a gift, Princess."

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! I'm releasing this on Valentine's day with the new set release