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    canon-compliant inarizaki series mostly centred on rice boyfriends osamu/kita, but also featuring some atsumu/suna and aran/asahi.

    series title and all fic titles are from "water the flowers, pray for a garden" by valley :)

    💧🙏🌾🍚🌻

    (fics are placed in recommended reading order.)

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    mihawk challenges rayleigh to a duel and ends up adopted by him. :')

    series title from "dear theodosia" from hamilton the musical. pride is not the word he's looking for! 😭💖

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    Yaku Morisuke IS your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.

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    fics featuring mishanks with their daughter uta. the fics are loosely related, and ordered chronologically.

    series title references uta's (ado's) song "where the wind blows"

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    As it says on the tin! Someone just give him a big ol' hug.

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    Rhaenyra was alone. Her best friend married her father, her uncle was at the Stepstones doing what Daemon Targaryen does best, wreck havoc, and her mother was dead. She had no one but her dear friend Syrax. She was not yet Rhaenyra the Cruel, as history would remember her. She was just a scared girl, fighting for her place in the world. What if the gods took pity on her? Not the Seven who are one, nor the old gods, but the Valyrian ones. They have seen what the future holds and are most displeased with the outcome. Rhaenyra was their champion. The Queen of Dragons. Enraged, they decided to act against the other deities involved.

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    After their deaths, both Baelor and Maekar are sent back in time, into an age where dragons still roamed the skies, and meet a young Rhaenyra Targaryen on the brink of collapsing. How far will they go to ensure prosperity for their house?

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    15 May 2026

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    “Fuck this fucking place.”

    Maekar just barely regained his balance. The ground was wet and muddy, and he almost fell on his arse twice because of it. He was dead, and this were the seven hell’s. Maekar Targaryen, first of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the first men. Protector of the realm or whatever, brought down by a simple storm. Some King he was.

    He was soaking wet from head to toe. The rain fell so heavily that he could not see far. “I must be in the Stormlands. Only that useless fucking piece of land has weather this shit.”

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    He kept going into the woods. There was nothing for him in King’s Landing. Aegon was still fooling around with Ser Duncan somewhere. Daella and Rhae were married off. Aemon was back in Oldtown. Daeron was dead. Aerion was also dead. Still, he had to go back, because that was what Baelor would have done.

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    [maekar on seeking out if there were real dragons in the dragonpit and then finding one there]

    He was the biggest fool in the kingdom. He could have found any other way to prove to himself that he was in the past, and he chose the one that could kill him.

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    im OBSESSED w maekar's journey specifically 😂😂 man lands in the stormlands, falls and anguishes in a muddy rainy ditch for a hot second, walks through the rain and the woods overnight, is sharp and observant enough to recognize a tree where it should not be and when he notes the differences in landscape, immediately asks who the king is (SO smart), decides to seek out *dragons* as proof and only wonders if he's an idiot for this when he puts himself within charring and eating distance of one of said beasts, then goes out in an alley and sits on a box to dissociate and then decides to just. sleep there. 😂😂 what a legend.

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    Baelor stared at the woman before him. Saera Targaryen.

    “What is with the faces? Surprised to see your Mother?” She smiled like a predator, sauntering over to his desk, picking up a random piece of parchment.

    “You know, being pregnant is no easy affair.” Lazily, she waved her hand. “You feel like absolute shit for nine months and then go through the worst pain imaginable. So, it is a rather memorable experience. I should know, I have been pregnant before.”

    Lilac eyes zero in on them. “Taking all of this into account, I am quite shocked that I seem to have forgotten being pregnant with you two.”

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    “I'm in love with you,” Maekar froze at the words, chest constricting. He must have misheard, there was no way Baelor ha-

    “Maekar, I love you,” He repeated.

    “What?” Maekar had to be dreaming.

    “I don’t know since when exactly,” Baelor continued as if he hadn’t heard him. “But when I saw you at the feast I-“

    He broke off, running his hands through his hair. Maekar’s heart was racing. Baelor loves him.

    “I realized then that I love you more than I should, more than the Faith allowed. I have loved you, Maekar, since the day Mother showed you to me, but this is different. It eats away at me, burns me from the inside out.”

    A knee pressed itself between his legs, Baelor’s body lowering to hover over Maekar. Their faces were close again, Maekar could feel Baelor’s hot breath over his face.

    “So, if you do not want this, brother, stop me. If you do not love me the way I love you, tell me. Because I fear that if you do not stop me now, and I taste your lips again, I will be kissing you for the rest of my life.”

    “I love you too. I always have,” Maekar whispered into the room. He kissed Baelor again, gentler this time.

    “Always?” his brother said against his lips, pulling back slightly.

    “Yes,” Maekar opened his eyes again. “Always. There was not one moment in my life in which you did not hold my heart in your hands.”

    Baelor chuckled, eyes so full of love that Maekar wanted to melt against the heat of it.

    “Then be mine,” the elder said, bowing his head down to press searing, open-mouthed kisses against Maekar’s neck.

    Teeth dragged over his pulse point, sending a shiver through his body.

    “I will,” he moaned, hands digging into the other’s shoulders. “Of course I will.”

    “Good.”

    *

    Rage shot through Baelor, fast and hot. That scum had burned Maekar, the other half of his soul. He had dared to hurt Rhaenyra, the heart his soul is bound to.

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    also the one where symbolism is important and syrax is always stitched somewhere on baelor's and maekar's clothes, as well as their brother's dragon :'))) and their own!!!! mvp seamstress in this fic fr fr

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    Diomedes is an ex-military aircraft pilot who was forced to take permanent leave after he'd suffered from a life-altering injury. Haunted by nightmares and the ghost of a recent break-up, Diomedes grows bored of his empty flat and tired of his useless self. Following his best friend's advice, he sets up a dating app profile. Once he's done toiling over the profile creation, he begins swiping. What he doesn't realise is that one of these swipes may change his life in ways he's never imagined.

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    21 Jun 2026

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    “Do you invite everyone to this restaurant?” Diomedes says, his question posed in a challenging cadence.

    “Do you think it’s an appropriate thing to ask on a second date?”

    “No. That’s why I’m asking it.”

    “Alright. Then, no, I don’t bring everyone here.”

    “Only those who don’t run away after you asked them how they like to fuck?”

    “You’re so crude, Diomedes, it enamours me. But yes, only those. You can feel special now,” Odysseus bites back with a glimmer in his eye.

    “I do. Aren’t you the crude one? Asking people about their sex life once they get in your car?”

    “Fair observation. Perceptive as always,” Odysseus purrs over the steaming surface of his tea.

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    A loud whimper tore from Daeron’s throat. Maekar leaned in close but took care to not loom over. He could offer his son no wisdom, no grace; such sweetness was not in his nature. He instead tugged at a pine-scented memory—from another time, in another place, a loving hand guiding him through the dark.

    “Daeron.” He lowered his voice, just as Baelor once had. Mimicking a softness foreign to his throat. “Daeron. Can you look at me? I am here. What are five things you can see?”

    Or: Madness was not the only inheritance among the Targaryens. Love was there, and it did change everything.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    It was not his habit to weep. The only other time he had done so was years ago, on the night that the King had announced Baelor’s betrothal. A joyous occasion for all but two. Maekar had cried in Baelor’s chamber, chest heaving like he would drown in his own sea. Baelor had seized him by the shoulder and, to Maekar’s utter shock, entombed his own tears in Maekar’s collarbone. They had wrung themselves dry in each other’s arms. It was a funeral of another kind—a future unlived.

    It was Baelor who had calmed them first; he whispered into the quiet dark, listing out what he could hear until Maekar’s breathing slowed down. Heartbeats matching heartbeats. The room smelt of salt and pine, wound and medicine.

    It was Baelor now, his sunlit brother, his first love, cradling his shoulders once again through his own son’s gentle words.

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    Diomedes has been stuck in a relationship that he wouldn't necessarily call healthy. He knows he should end it. Leave it behind. So he goes to a club where it all began, hoping to meet someone new. He goes there to forget. At least for a moment.
    He couldn't have known that he'd get a taste of a world so unlike his own. A world in which he now wishes he could stay. A world that's against everything he's been made to do and feel in the last two years.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    "I wasn’t going to let you flirt with those lowborns.”
    “Who?”
    “The men, at the fire.”
    “Some of those men have highborn fathers, beloved cousin.”
    “You debate that, but not your flirting.”
    “Of course not,” Daeron said. “I was flirting, after all.”

    On a trip to the North, Valarr has a night without his father's company and catches his beloved cousin sitting around a fire with the rabble.

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    13 Jun 2026

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    the one that starts with valarr palming daeron underneath a cloak theyre sharing for warmth, in front of other knights at a campfire in the north.

    also the one where valarr's in the middle of talking dirty and suddenly pivots to "but i'd marry you" bc he's a sweetie and a cutie at eod lol :')))💘