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    “He wants doll brushes because he’s seen the girls at the park brushing their plushies with them. Their dolls too, obviously. But he wants to brush that pelt you brought him-”

    David sets his crossword book down, giving Yuna his full attention.

    “What?”

    “The pelt of fur? Looks like a wolf, or maybe one of those big cats?” Yuna says, waving her hand dismissively. “Either way, I don’t think doll brushes are the right choice. We can look into getting him a set of actual grooming tools, he needs to learn that the right tools for the right job are an important-”

    “Yuna. Sweetheart.” David interrupts. “I did not buy our son a piece of dead animal as a souvenir from Russia.”

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    Ilya loses something important at the airport; years later, Shane gives it back to him.

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    Shane lifts one eyelid again to look at Rozanov. His eyes are red-rimmed. Like he’s been crying. “Why…why aren’t you in Boston?”

    Rozanov’s brow furrows. “Why would I be in Boston?”

    “You, you’re captain. Raiders. Boston.”

    The room is silent except for the beeping of monitors.

    In 2023, Shane takes a bad hit on the ice. When he wakes up, the last thing he remembers is a tuna melt.

    There’s a lot to get used to.

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    “Scorpion,” Jesse guesses eventually, wishing he’d kept his cigar just for something to do. They saw a lot of scorpions in Deadlock. This guy moves just like one, whip-quick and brutal. ‘Course, that could also be--“Or a snake.”

    “A real poisonous one,” Lupe says agreeably, settling down beside his feet. “Or rabid.”

    “Now, darlin’, don’t go assuming the worst first thing,” Jesse chides, but of course he’d been thinking it too. His daemon, after all.

    “If there ain’t nothing wrong with his daemon, then where’s it at?” Lupe asks, making no effort to hide her intent focus on the new guy. She sure does make it hard to remind everyone he’s the easy-going type.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    (And turns me to gold in the sunlight)

    Robert Baratheon’s hair was longer than she remembered, and his beard wilder, but he was tall and broad, although not as handsome as Rhaegar or even Cerion. She almost preferred that. He did not look like a king. He looked like a lost soldier. But he greeted her properly, pressing a rough kiss to the back of her hand. “My lady,” he said.

    “My- Your Grace,” Jaime corrected herself swiftly, and sunk into a low curtsy, but she did not look away from him. “I have been eagerly awaiting this day.”

    “Have you?” he almost seemed about to laugh. There was something brittle to him, despite his obvious strength and deep voice.

    “Just as much as yourself, I am sure,” she chirped, and turned to smile at her family, while her husband to be’s forced mask of courtesy was cleaved off his face.

    (In which it is Jaime and Cerion, not Jaime and Cersei, and Robert Baratheon and Westeros find themselves with a different sort of queen entirely).

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    The man is huge, almost bigger than Jon's father. His eyes are golden as Lannister gold with vertical black pupils like Jeyne's cat, and he has a pair of swords on his back, pommels peeking out above the icebear skin he wears on his shoulders.

    "Are you absolutely sure of that, ma'am? Once I take him away, your lord husband will not be able to claim him back." The man asks, looking between Lady Stark and Jon with furrowed brows. "He may be a bastard, but he certainly can be sent to the Wall when he's older. It's so much better than the life that my brothers and I lead."

    "We can't have him any longer, witcher. Take the boy or not, I'm getting rid of him today." Answers Lady Stark, cold as the snow outside, and Jon shivers.

    The man, the witcher, sighs deeply and nods.

    "Let it be in your head then, ma'am." He says, crouching down to Jon's height and smiling sadly at him. "Hi, kid. I'm Fenris of the Wolf School. What's your name?"

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    Or the one where, when Ned is out fighting in the Greyjoy Rebellion, Catelyn hands Jon over to a passing witcher.

    As unbelievable as it sounds, it's the best thing that's ever happened to him.

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