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in the heart of thunder by audentesfortunaiuvatt
Fandoms: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
08 Mar 2026
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Dunk is quite the specialist in bowls of brown. Lyonel’s lips have never been sullied by such filth. Not until he kissed a boy from Flea Bottom, a squire borne from stubbornness, a knight with a mouthful of lies.
_____Lyonel Baratheon takes interest in a penniless hedge knight lost amidst the revelry. Dunk struggles to come to terms with this strange new aspect of his knighthood.
They cannot foresee how the tourney at Ashford Meadow will unfold.
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27 Feb 2026
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Traveling alongside Godwin, Henry is ready to start his life over in the New World. The Titanic is just the first step, one that should prove a pleasant voyage. Or it would have, had a certain blond tosser not shown up to sour the experience.
OR: Hansry Titanic AU
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26 Nov 2025
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in some other realm (you are waiting for me) by eldritchcow
Fandoms: Kingdom Come: Deliverance (Video Games)
02 Feb 2026
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Hans dies at Suchdol and wakes up at Rocktower Pond.
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31 Oct 2025
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The water is calm, reflecting her easily, a vision of a ghost, a warrior, a scared little girl, a liar and a murderer, and other things she hasn’t yet given a name, hasn’t dared look at too closely. Fighting, blood, bruises, aimless violence taking aim. Spying and subterfuge. This is what Radzig wants, and what she has to do to get what she wants. The only thing that matters. Revenge at any cost. Her father’s sword. It is the only thing. Isn’t it?
His face flashes to the forefront of her mind, blue eyes, golden hair, matching the gold of his beautiful pourpoint, and she thinks of something other than the blood and the violence. Something a little softer. Something slightly more real.
A girl dies in the ashes of Skalitz. Something else rises in her place.
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- Part 22 of altar
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30 Oct 2025
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"Are you cold?" Henry asked.
Without armor, in hose and gambeson, he was still an imposing figure: tall and broad, hands stained with dirt and blood, jaw stubbornly stiff. His bare feet were a shock of white in the dirt. He held his helm with both hands, embracing the metal into his belly. His hair was damp with sweat. There was another string of bruises on his throat, shaped like two wide thumbs.
Hans looked away. The tunic around Henry's knee had darkened. Blood was trickling into the dirt.
Hans kills a man, prepares for a wedding, and tries to do at least one thing right.
(Or: five times Hans and Henry didn't share a bed, and one time they did.)
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29 Oct 2025