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They are reborn again and again.
In crowns and chains, in ink and quiet suburbs, in bloodstained forests and snow-covered cabins.In every life, Lottie and Natalie find each other. In most, they lose each other, too.
a series of vignettes following lottienat across timelines: a cursed princess and her loyal knight, strangers passing like ghosts on a train, married women caught in a quiet unraveling, flames in the forest, a cult without a crash.
some lives are short. some stretch long enough to make them think they’ve escaped the ending. but, still, it comes.until it doesn’t.
(told in disconnected, but intertwined chapters. heavy themes of obsession, grief, and love that cannot outrun fate. until it does. oh, and lots of smut.)
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give me something pretty to wear beneath my bloodstained clothes by SeaWitchDreams
Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Sunrise On The Reaping - Suzanne Collins
21 Jul 2026
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Maysilee Donner, victor of the 50th hunger games, has too many ghosts already. She doesn't need Lenore Dove Baird to haunt her.
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Sunshine on a Cloudy Day by isamagicdragon
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin
22 May 2015
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Ned spends a day with Sansa.
For dk65, on the ASoIF Kinkmeme.
Prompt: Where Ned has to spend a day or so keeping Sansa entertained, because the older boys (Robb, Jon and Theon) are visiting the Hornwoods; Arya is teething; Cat is pregnant with Bran and Septa Mordane has the Westerosi equivalent of the flu. So Ned has Sansa sitting in his solar, playing with her dolls and being invited to sup and dine with them. Also, he has to find her parchment for when she wants to draw and take her for walks around the castle.
+++ Anything else a three or four-year-old can make her dad do with her.
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The Lannisters meant it as an insult when they arranged the marriage of Sansa Stark to Margaery Tyrell.
But is it truly an insult if nobody is insulted?
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- Part 1 of Keep the Bouquets
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One day, the details of Ser Duncan the Tall might slip away from Tanselle's mind. The specific shade of his eyes, the rumble of his voice. Withered away by distance and time. But each stroke of that sigil is recorded by the muscle memory of her hand, and it might just be the thing that outlasts them both.
Or: Tanselle does what she does best: paint and tell stories. Dunk travels around with his head perpetually looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of someone. Two souls bound to never meet again, finding echoes of one another while on the road.

