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dreams of fire and their discontents by misamores
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV)
09 Feb 2026
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He lies there awhile, staring into the dimness, and wonders—not for the first time—whether dragons choose their dreamers poorly.
Daeron, after all, has never been much suited to flame.
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Alia knows she is strange—Mother never says it with her mouth, but with her eyes (soft, worried, searching her face as though something might spill out). Too quiet, too sharp, too old in corners where children are not supposed to be.
But today she is not strange at all.
Today she is only a girl—only Alia. -
porcelain quarrels by misamores
Fandoms: Little Women (2019 Movie - Gerwig), Little Women Series - Louisa May Alcott
22 Sep 2025
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Her hand hovered over the cup, ready to snatch it away like a mother protecting a child. “You ought to promise to fetch your saucer. And not to abandon your cups like breadcrumbs all over the house—”
“Breadcrumbs?” He straightened, the word delighting him. “For you to follow me? Clever girl. I thought you might.”
“Do not twist this into something romantic, Theodore Laurence,” she said, but the flush rising in her cheeks betrayed her.
(Already his smile was spreading—already she was losing ground.)
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cultivated weeds by misamores
Fandoms: Little Women (2019 Movie - Gerwig), Little Women Series - Louisa May Alcott
11 Sep 2025
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“You’ve missed a spot,” she said the first morning. He grinned, kissed her temple, and let the stubble remain.
By the week’s end it was no mistake at all but a declaration—sharp, deliberate, foreign to the face she knew so well. She did not approve. (She did not disapprove either, not entirely—he was handsome even in foolishness—but still.)
Laurie called it an experiment. Amy called it trouble.
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by the king’s hand by misamores
Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
09 Jul 2025
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He strokes a thumb across her temple and thinks: She is not a babe, not truly. She is the final stanza of the song.
The last chord, waiting to be struck.
The only note that matters.
Made for him.And he knows (even now, even here in the hush of her first hour) that she will grow into something sacred. That he will shape her. That he will watch her unfold like a lily pressed between the pages of prophecy.