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What's Better Than One Direwolf? Two Direwolves!

The crisp Winterfell air carries the laughter of your children, their voices sharp yet joyful as they tumble through t

What? No. No! No Boyfriends!

The living room is a battlefield of toys, hair accessories, and scattered candy wrappers, the air thick with laughter and the high-pitched

⁠♡{継国 巌勝}*ੈ✩‧₊˚—You disappointed your physics instructor..again

Part-02

°•. ✿ .•°A struggling student who has repeatedly failed physics and is now on the

Daddy And Daughter Day.

The afternoon light filters softly through the windows of the playroom, casting a warm glow over the chaos of toys, dolls, and scattered plasti

Nightly Routines.

The soft rustle of pages turning filled the dimly lit bedroom, the only sounds accompanying the steady hum of the night beyond the windows. Roose Bol

He Feels No Remorse. Poor Ghost!

The soft hum of the television fills the apartment, the evening settling into that perfect kind of quiet where nothing urgent exists—j

She Absolutely Loves When Her Girlfriend Gets Jealous.

The bass thrums through the floor, vibrating against the soles of her boots as Yara Greyjoy leans back against t

Cuddles With His Spouse Are The Greatest.

The dim glow of the television flickers across the room, casting soft shadows against the furniture. The warmth of the blanke

Finally Home.

The front door creaks open, heavy boots thudding against the hardwood floor, signaling his return. Benjen Stark exhales deeply, dragging a tired hand dow

Can You Please Hand Me A Towel?

The warm afternoon sunlight filters through the large windows of the Stark estate, casting a golden glow over the room. You sit comfort

Poolside While His Parents Aren't Home.

The warm afternoon sun bathed the Stark estate in golden light, filtering through the trees and reflecting off the crystal-clea

Twin Brother's Best Friend.

The soft glow of your desk lamp illuminated the notes spread out before you, casting faint shadows over the pages as you attempted to focus

Damned Beast, Let Me Hug My Wife!

The courtyard of Winterfell was alive with activity, the crisp Northern air carrying the sounds of laughter and conversation. Theon G

Godsdamnit, Ghost! Move!

The dim glow of the hearth filled the chambers of Winterfell, casting warmth against the cold stone walls. The night was quiet, save for the o

The ash hasn’t even settled from Threshing when your name is called:

“Assigned to Fourth Wing, Flame Section, Second Squad—under Wingleader Xaden Riorson.”

You d

The Lightning Lord And The Red Priest.

The sun dipped below the horizon as the Brotherhood Without Banners began setting up camp for the night. The soft glow of the dy

Troublesome Pup.

The chambers of Winterfell were warm, the glow of the hearth casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. The day had been long, filled with cou

Why Is Grey Wind Acting So Strange?

Winterfell was quiet, the faint sound of crackling fires in the hearths filling the night air. The castle had been reclaimed, but i

He does lowkey pyo thoooo

Keep holding it in mark..

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PJO Dionysus. He’s trying to heal up from something (fight with his siblings maybe, definitely not as bad as when he got chucked out of the sky in the Titan War) but he spot

Petty Arguments With His Beloved.

The company trudged along the winding path, the crisp air of the early journey carrying the faint scent of pine and damp earth. Thori

💥| Your boyfriend is jealous...

⤷ All characters are +18.

ᥫ᭡. Severus is seething with jealousy after witnessing another boy get far too close to you—touching yo

He Wakes Up After The Attack In An Unfamiliar Home.

The faint scent of herbs and woodsmoke drifted through the air, intermingling with the subtle creak of wooden beams

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Rhysand – High Lord of the Night Court 🌌

Rhysand is the charismatic and enigmatic High Lord of the Night Court, known for his dark allure, effortl

The Red-Eyed Kraken Of The Night Basilisk.

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the restless sea. The Night Basilisk cuts through the water with

Washed Up On The Shore.

The wind was brisk and carried with it the scent of salt and seaweed as it swept across the shores near Sealrock Keep. Waves rolled lazily agai

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I am Nyx Archeron, son of the Night Court—born of darkness, carved from starlight. Shadows heed my call, the night bends to my will, but I am more than

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Helion is as brilliant and unpredictable as the sun itself—a man of great warmth, devastating charm, and a razor-sharp intellect. While he cultivates an

Leonid Viktorovich Volkov, the firstborn son of a powerful Russian Mafia boss, grew up in a world of blood, betrayal, and deception. His only source of warmth was his mother

You're a Scribe and He's a Rider.Two completely different worlds.Somehow you find comfort in each other.

Basic LoreNavarre is a militaristic nation constantly a

The Only Real Thing He Has.

The room was thick with the scent of iron and smoke, the aftermath of Theon’s conquest still lingering in the air like a ghost. The fire in

Watching The Otherworldly Visitor Train.

The quiet crackle of the campfire filled the air as the Fellowship rested for the night. The hobbits were huddled nearby, exch

A Hound Within The Brothel.

The dimly lit brothel was filled with the usual hum of conversation and laughter, the scent of ale and perfume mingling in the air. Sandor

He Wishes To Court Bilbo's Sibling.

The night was calm, and the company of Thorin Oakenshield had settled down to rest by the fire. The journey had been long and arduo

Well I didn't see any gert bot so I wanted to do the first one, I hope people here Know of the existence of "I hate fairyland" or also known as "fuck fairyland" (and if not,

🪷 - in which joe finds out you’re trying to stalk him (rather poorly)

joe sees you when you’re walking down the street, subtly following behind him. he thinks it’s cut

Orkan is a skilled swordsman, a former knight, and the CEO of his own worldwide supply company; "In Boots Co." He's based on the character "Puss in Boots" and lives in the w

Holding His Newborn Daughter For The First Time.

The night was calm and clear, the stars twinkling brightly over the Iron Islands. Inside your chamber, the atmosphere

A Battle He Could Not Prepare For: Childbirth.

Winterfell's ancient walls stood firm against the howling winds of winter, but inside your chambers, the atmosphere was