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[anothersarcasticdolphin]

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Daemon Targaryen/Rhaenyra Targaryen, Corlys "The Sea Snake" Velaryon/Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, Meleys | Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon's Dragon & Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon Characters: Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, Meleys | Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon's Dragon, Aegon II Targaryen, Sunfyre | Aegon II Targaryen's Dragon, Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Vhagar | Visenya Targaryen's Dragon, Criston Cole, Daemon Targaryen, Caraxes | Daemon Targaryen's Dragon, Rhaenyra Targaryen Additional Tags: BAMF Rhaenys Targaryen Velaryon, bamf meleys, rook's rest, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, narrators are not unreliable, but perspecitve is limited, criston cole is a sexist, who calls rhaenyra bad names, daemyra in chapter 3, when team black gets a pov, pov criston cold, POV Vhagar, pov rhaenys, don't start a war you can't finish aemond, cause rhaenys might not have been willing to start the war, but she will damn well finish it, aftermath is chapter 4, which includes some death of various traitors, the ones that aren't already dead, rhaenyra is not nice to many of them, but she doesn't just like kill them all out of hand Series: Part 4 of Five Ways Aemond Targaryen Died and One Way He Didn't (5+1) Summary:

No plan survives first contact with the enemy.

Or: Rook's Rest goes even less according to plan.

[myelinatedsheith]

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Keith/Shiro (Voltron), Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Keith (Voltron), Shiro (Voltron), The Rest of the Gang's Here Too Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Slow Burn, Daddy Kink, Friends to Lovers, Questionable Humor, RomCom Level Shenanigans, Undernegotiated Kink, Possessive Behavior, Belting, Soft BDSM, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Veteran Shiro (Voltron), Honestly a Lot Lighter Than It Sounds I Promise, Podfic, Podfic & Podficced Works, Audio Format: Streaming, podfic cover art welcome, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes Series: Part 1 of of all the things my ears have heard (the best by far is you) Summary:

A podfic of akaiiko's "don't call me baby (unless you mean it)" aka the best fic to have ever blessed my eyes. Ever.

Original story summary:

Getting with Shiro is worth anything. Anything. So Keith is going to fake being the cliche with daddy issues - complete with stuffed animals, booty shorts, and an utter loss of dignity - until he makes it. Hopefully along the way he'll figure out why it feels like being Shiro's baby boy might just be the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Keith has a moment where he wonders, somewhat blankly, how he bought this perfectly serviceable shirt and then promptly forgot its existence. Then he looks down. And remembers in a series of post traumatic flashbacks exactly why he’d blocked the shirt from his consciousness.

Namely, three words, in a font that isn’t comic sans but comes insultingly close to it, garnished with red glitter: Daddy’s Little Boy.

“Keith?” Very slowly, he turns to look at the closed door to his bedroom. “Keith, are you okay? I heard…” Probably some kind of vaguely strangled noise. But Shiro’s too nice to articulate that kind of thing. “Keith? If you don’t answer, I’m coming in.”

[ckbookish]

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Chapter Three: Rhea

Oh the earth rises to meet me, and I am pulled to it’s bitter kiss

The trip back to the Batcave had been long and painful.  Riding the R-cycle was difficult while trying to keep one arm immobilized.  Dick glanced around as the tires skidded to a stop next to the Batmobile. No sign of Bruce or Alfred.  Dick slumped forward and pressed his face into the handlebars, and allowed himself a moment to give into the pain that was now back in full force.  It was unusual for Alfred not to be waiting for him to return from Mount Justice, so Dick took full advantage of the butler's absence and grabbed a few painkillers as he slipped into the changing room.   After putting his uniform away, rubbing an ice gel on his shoulder, and getting dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, Dick made his way up to the house.  

Dick was very careful to not let Alfred notice his tender shoulder as he entered the kitchen, and gave the butler his usual hug.

“Oh, Master Dick!  I didn’t realize the time.  There is tea on the counter for you.” Alfred absently patted his arm then continued to stir a large pot on the stove.

“Thanks, Alf.  You're the best.”  Dick poured with his left hand.

As it turned out it was much easier hiding his shoulder injury then he had predicted as Bruce had been held up at work.  Batman would check in with Robin on patrol. At least that’s what Alfred informed him. Dick tried not to let the feeling of disappointment show on his face. The soda that Alfred served with dinner told him he hadn’t been successful.  Though Dick realized that if Bruce had been here for dinner, he would have not been able to hide his injury. He had a hard time just spooning the crab soup Alfred had made without grimacing. As it was he was lucky that Alfred was too busy to stay with Dick while he ate.  Some delivery had drawn him away. Dick would have to take some more painkillers before patrol. It was going to be uncomfortable at best.

With Bruce out of the house and Alfred occupied, it was fairly easy to slip out into Gotham after sneaking a few prescription level tablets.  Robin made his way slowly to the edge of Gotham’s Old District that bordered Chinatown. While Dick was fairly confident that his shoulder would hold up fine, he was extra careful as he swung through the city.  Batman would not be happy if he found out that Dick hadn’t told him and Alfred about his shoulder. Not that he hadn’t gone out feeling worse, but Batman didn’t like not knowing all possible factors.

Once within a block of Fonzie Florist, Dick still couldn’t help but laugh at the name even if Fonzie had been the great grandmother of the last owner, he melted into the shadows and searched for a good perch. Robin found a space between a gargoyle and column to tuck himself out of sight.  Dick turned on his recorder in his mask, pulled out a pack of twizzlers and waited.

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[ckbookish]

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), DCU (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Dick Grayson & The Team (Young Justice), Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson & Kon-El | Conner Kent Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Wally West, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Robin (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Barbara Gordon, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Oswald Cobblepot, The Penguin Additional Tags: batfam, Batman And Robin - Freeform, Young Justice team, Atlas Shrugged - Freeform, Robin and Team, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent Summary:

While Robin investigates a mysterious purchase that throws Gotham's underground into chaos, Dick Grayson struggles to keep up with high expectations from both Batman and the team. Why does it feel like everyone else expects him to be ok? Wasn't it supposed to be fun working alone? And for the love of Gotham why did Cobblepot buy a flower shop?