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    "Peter," Matt gurgled, grunting as he scrambled for something in his suit before shoving it into Peter's hands, "call Claire."

    The phone was ancient, warm and sticky with blood from Matt's hands.

    "Claire," Peter mumbled to himself, fumbling with the burner, "call Claire, okay I'll-"

    Peter noticed Matt's groaning had stopped dead, hands limp at his sides and head rolled to the side in a way that made Peter feel sick.

    To Peter's dismay, the only number in the phone did not belong to anyone called Claire. It was titled 'Pete' and Peter was repeating a mantra of "shit" and "oh no" as he figured he might as well dial the number anyway, no other idea of what to do or who to call in his panicked state. His hands shook violently as he lifted the phone up to his ear and slapped at Matt's face in an attempt to rouse him.

    "Matt! Matt-? Come on, Matt, wake up!"

    "What?" a gruff male voice answered, tinny in the shitty phone speakers. Whoever it was didn't sound particularly pleased about being contacted, but Peter didn't have time to worry about that.

    Matt gets shot. Peter accidentally calls Frank. Peter realises Matt and Frank have something going on, and also they are his parents.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    Matt needs a job, alright? Affording an apartment in New York before graduation was hard enough before he lost his job. His neighbor (single dad, former military with a sexy voice) may be a complete asshole but he’s one of the few who apparently doesn’t mind a blind babysitter taking care of his kids and Matt can’t afford to be picky.
    Did he have to be that attractive though?

    Or, Matt Murdock is a Millennial gay disaster and Frank can’t deal.

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    04 Jul 2026

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    Duncan never imagined having another chance. "I suppose if you'll have me," he began, kneeling down before Baelor on the grassy field. "I swear to cling to you so often, you'll pray I start avoiding you, your Grace."

    There was a smile along Baelor's lips, sunlight splitting through his tufts of black and silver streaked hair. "Will my prayers be answered?" He asked, tilting his head in curiosity. He was handsome with it short, majestic now that it was longer.

    Duncan grew fierce. "The old gods and the new wouldn’t be able to keep me away."

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    When Baelor miraculously survives the gash to his head, Duncan is his Knight. Through politics, travel, friendship, and especially training his stubborn nephew Egg.

    Then the dragon hatches for the first time in sixty years, and it’s clear to Duncan that their story has only just begun.

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    03 Jul 2026

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    “Fuck me. You really don’t know.” Lyonel says. It’s not a question. “The prince is still alive.”
    “Alive? But-” 
    Dunk remembers the horrible feeling of prince Baelor’s crushed skull beneath his fingers, soft and wet with blood. Alive should be an impossibility.
    “All thanks to you,” Lyonel says, wriggling his fingers. “A soulmate's touch will do that.”


    Wherein the touch of a soulmate possesses a healing power.

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    “How very interesting,” Deucalion murmured as he tipped his head to the side. He was still relying on his hearing, which was interesting. “Are you going to come out?”

    Stiles snorted. Still, he stepped into the clearing where he’d trapped Deucalion and inspected the circle of mountain ash to make sure it was completed.

    “That’s a neat trick.” Deucalion took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. “Oh, don’t you smell interesting.”

    “It’s rude to smell people like that,” Stiles muttered.

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    02 Jul 2026