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    A place to stick my Serial Killer!Endeavor, Prodigal Son!inspired DabiHawks fics.

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  1. Public Bookmark 40

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    There's something hunting a stag in the rainwood.

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    20 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 91

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    “But not all honey is gold, do you know that?”
    (Dunk was a hedge knight from Flea Bottom. He did not know that. He’d listen to Lyonel talk about anything, though.)

    Two dancers continue to spin, long after the music had stopped in the Baratheon tent.

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    20 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 38

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    Prince Touya does not trust easily or well. He learned not to years ago.

    But when his father, the emperor, sends an enchanting courtesan his way, he finds himself in the terrifying position of trusting someone with his heart.

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    A Courtesan Hawks/Prince Touya AU

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    15 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 42

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    A stag hunts an aurochs through the dark forests of Ashford.

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    29 Jan 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 74

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    “Well, what you said was –  a hundred gold. To the man who sticks you best.”

    That peaked Ser Lyonel’s interest at last. He had a wild look about him, gazing up at Dunk through a cascade of salt-and-pepper curls, skin blushed from drink and glistening with sweat.

    “Man. Beast. God. A giant, perhaps.” 

    "Yes, but –" Dunk tried to swallow down the nerves in his throat, “What’d I have to do for that? To stick you best.”

    Lyonel’s lips split into a grin that bared his teeth, a flash of white in the dark.

    “You think you can take the likes of me, lad?” 

    Dunk is completely oblivious to Lyonel coming onto him, until he isn’t.

    Or: many metaphors fit both fighting and fucking in somewhat equal measure.

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    29 Jan 2026