SofiaFaolan
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Ominous red light pours through the room, slanting in through high, narrow windows and reflecting off the dark chains that hang from the ceiling. Pete's shoulders ache from the harsh angle of his arms, cuffed around the concrete pillar at his back. His body hangs forward, bruised and exhausted. The metal is digging into his wrists.
When Pete was eight, his grandmother had taught him how to kindle a fire. Building a nest of soft wood shavings and twigs, lighting the spark, giving the fire your breath. Then slowly, slowly adding more wood, careful not to smother the flame. Fire needed air; it would die if it was covered, hidden.
Pete didn't want to die.
Eight-year-old Pete had wanted to touch the fire.
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Or, Pete knows he's looking for trouble when he infiltrates the minor family compound.
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“Wha!—Sherlock, what the bloody HELL are these?” John’s voice carried through the flat.
Sherlock huffed and tugged the bedcovers further over his head. John was shouting again. He seemed to shout most often in the kitchen, particularly in the mornings, when he first comes down from his room. Perhaps there is a correlation. He should experiment.
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A short ficlet that is becoming less short... Sherlock works on an experiment that John discovers all over his breakfast the following morning. An argument ensues, after which Sherlock is puzzled by emotions. Don't worry, he figures it out eventually.
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the softest part of me by starblushed
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
06 Dec 2025
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Rozanov poked a finger into Shane’s hip. Shane looked down, breath catching on a gasp at the sight of slowly fading handprint shaped red marks on his hips. Rozanov’s hands. Rozanov had held onto him so closely, fucked into him so hard, that he left marks on Shane’s skin.
Shane should have been pissed, but really, if he hadn’t just come three times, he’d be hard in an instant. Part of him wished Rozanov had held him even tighter, held him hard enough to bruise.
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24 Jan 2026
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"Stop asking me if it's okay. If I want it. You're always, like—whatever. I'm not one of your fucking girls, okay? If I don't like it, I'll stop you. I can make you stop."
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let me see the heat get to you by snarwor
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
26 Jan 2026
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In the Seven Kingdoms, only an alpha can be sworn a knight of the realm. By some luck, Dunk hasn't presented as anything yet, so he's going to bide his time pretending to be both until he's proven as such.
But that Ser Lyonel Baratheon is making him hotter under the collar than he's ever been before. Should mean nothing.
(a remix of the show, but make it omegaverse)
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24 Jan 2026
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sweetmeats by goddcoward
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A knight of the Seven Kingdoms
20 Jan 2026
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“Then why the fuck are you in my tent?”
“…Supper?”
The Laughing Storm’s hospitality goes slightly beyond a meal and a dance.
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23 Jan 2026
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A Stag Joust by Anonymous
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A knight of the Seven Kingdoms, The Hedge Knight
23 Jan 2026
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Drunk brought his hands upward, grabbing the stag crown by its antlers as he often did the reins of a horse. This way, he directed the Baratheon into the side of Dunk’s head instead of the soft middle. He yanked too hard, causing the man’s whole face to collide instead of merely his forehead. Lyonel’s lips smacked into his cheek in a far too harsh manner.
The Baratheon stepped back, and for a moment, Dunk feared he had overstepped. Lyonel bit his tongue between his lips and huffed a laugh. “Bold,” he said, throwing his crown off, and surging at Dunk as though they were truly jousting. He missed his mark though as instead of his forehead landing against Dunk’s their lips met. Dunk made to pull away but Lyonel held him there as though there had been no mistake at all.
Kissing. Dunk realized. He is kissing me.
Or: Instead of going back to his campsite Dunk plans to drown in his sorrows. He learns to drowns in pleasure instead.
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