Janarius

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    It had occurred to Dunk in those final moments that they would probably not recover his body, that he would be nought but ash by the time the fires were brought under control. But that thought had oddly comforted him in a way, that there would be no grand funeral for the Lord Commander who had failed.

    Failed to save more from the fire, failed to stop Aegon in the first place. Who knows, maybe his failure had even begun back in the hedges, maybe something he had done or not done had made Aegon the man who had done..this.

    He would do anything to go back and fix it, had been his last thought before the sensations shifted from heat to cold, from fire to waves, from pain to panic.

    or, dunk perishes in fire at summerhall and washes up on the sands of dragonstone. dragons still roam the skies, rhaenyra targaryen still lives and dunk quickly discovers he's not the only one lost in this time.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    After Maegor the Cruel's death Balerion flew off to the East, never to return to Westeros, said to go back to the place of his birth, to die among the carnage left after the Doom.

    Nearly two centuries later Daeron the Drunken dreams of a great black dragon descending upon Ashford, wings so large their shadow shallows the meadow, and he feels mostly Dread. What else could he feel? The Dreams are never kind and he's sure that this one too is the sign of an impending tragedy.

    But sometimes Dreams are more literal than one used to omens would think.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    (Humanized AU)

    "Who's calling?" Doc asked, pinching the bridge of his nose in hope he would wake up soon, and it would have been morning, anything else just a bad dream. But this was too real to be a dream. He could feel his heart pounding hard against his chest.

    "I need your help." The boy sounded a little desperate but didn’t tell who he was. His voice felt like it was haunting Doc, biting somewhere in the back of his mind, but he couldn't completely grasp why it felt so familiar.

    He had been an expert at drowning memories, suppressing those things he’d once called joyous moments.


    When someone familiar calls in the middle of the night, Doc's life is turned upside down. The kid needs help to get bailed out of jail, and Doc has no choice but to dig up memories he had buried deep long ago.

    Or: The AU where Smokey was Lightning’s dad, Kiddo tries to find himself after Doc takes him in, Doc tries to forgive himself for things he’d done and not done, and Cups are not empty.

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    22 Jul 2026

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    By the gods, he was young, Dunk thought, watching Baelor atop his horse. It was in his carelessness, his hand raised in casual greeting, and handsome smile upon his face.

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    Baelor dies at Ashford Tourney. Then a year and a day on, Dunk slips backwards in time to meet him again; and again; and again. or, a time travellers wife au

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    21 Jul 2026

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    Dunk spun, dropping his sword entirely. Before Baelor could even register the shift in momentum, two hands the size of dinner plates clamped around Baelor’s waist. With zero apparent effort—almost entirely one-handed—Dunk hoisted the Crown Prince of Westeros off the ground as easily as one might pick up an unruly toddler.

    The world suddenly inverted. Baelor’s feet left the earth, his sword swinging wildly at empty air as he was lifted high, high up.

    Baelor looked down. Directly between his suspended boots was Duncan's face. The giant was looking up at him, a lock of sweat-dampened hair falling across his forehead, and on his face was a breathless, thoroughly mischievous smile.

    Oh, Baelor thought.

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    19 Jul 2026