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Your whole life you’ve had inexplicably good reflexes, always able to dance out of harm’s way right in the nick of time. When you stumble across one of Wilson Fisk’s messier moments, he sends his newest hitman out to intimidate you. But what happens when the man who can’t miss meets the woman who can dodge anything thrown her way?
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17 Jun 2026
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For two years, you and Duncan orbit each other inside the same circle of friends, each mistaking the other’s awkwardness for disinterest. Then, one reckless night changes the terms entirely. A story about bad timing, good longing, and leaving the hardest thing until last.
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He starts forward. You put both hands to his chest and stop him, smiling like this is all very funny. “I can manage,” you say. “It’s not far. And I feel a bit better.”“No, you’re not walkin’ alone.”
“Yes I am,” you say. “Stop this.”
You are standing right in his way. Duncan breathes out hard through his nose. “Don’t push me, girl,” he mutters, and bends. Then, his arms go round the backs of your thighs and he swings you over his shoulder.
“Duncan!” you yelp. Bat your funny little fists against his back and kick one foot so hard your slipper falls off. “Dunk, my shoe! Bloody hell, put me down!”
“That’s what y’get for bein’ stubborn,” he says, giving the backs of your thighs one firm settling pat as he walks on.
You keep fighting him, but you laugh all the way through it, bent over his shoulder and kicking your remaining slippered foot at the air. “What has got into you?”
“You. Apparently.”
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24 May 2026
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How Could This be Hell? by TheWingedSwine
Fandom A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), House of the Dragon (TV)
05 Jun 2026
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20 May 2026
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Duncan suffers from a severe case of down-bad for his new neighbour. When she clearly needs help getting furniture carried and assembled, he does what he must—helps.
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“Yeah.” He gives a small nod. “So. Saturday.”
“Saturday,” you echo.
“Deadly.” The word slips out on its own. Duncan feels his ears burn. “I mean—good. Grand. I’ll see you then.”Bookmarked by winterwolves
23 Apr 2026
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