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    His skin was still feverish but Kinn's naked skin made him feel like he was set alight.

    "Don't you like me, Kinn?", he asked quietly, pressing his lips against the hollow of Kinn's throat. He could feel Kinn's throat working beneath his lips as he swallowed.

    "Not my type. I like them nice and sweet."

    Porsche hummed and cupped Kinn, slowly tracing a thumb over the outline of his hard cock in his pants.

    "This part seems to like them mean."

    Thirteen years ago, Porsche and Porchay Kittisawat died in a fire caused by a gas leak, alongside their parents and their unborn sister. A street-smart bartender without a past is forced to work as a bodyguard for Kinn Theerapanyakun, slowly losing his humanity and his heart along the way. A masked man, calling himself The Phoenix, starts to take out the people closest to the Theerapanyakuns and he will be coming for them next.

    These three things are not related. (Or are they?)

    Prewitten story, now reuploaded. A story with many twists and turns and a different take on the Kittisawat/Theerapanyakun family lore.

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    19 Jun 2026

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    Wei Wuxian dies during the siege of the Burial Mounds thinking, at the very least, he’s earned some peace.
    He’s wrong. His soul doesn’t scatter to the void. No, it’s caught, pinned, and informed – very politely – that this is what happens when you break the rules of the living and the dead in the same lifetime.

    “You stepped beyond mortal bounds,” he’s told. “You created an abomination that should never have existed...”

    And Heaven, apparently, has time to hold a grudge.

    So, as punishment: he doesn’t get to rest. Not in this afterlife. His soul becomes bound to resentment itself, condemned to rise again wherever the cry for vengeance is strong enough to drag him back. Whoever they are, whatever they’re suffering, whatever they can’t finish – that’s his problem now.

    Strangers’ faces. Strangers’ lives. Strangers’ revenge plots.

    He wakes in the middle of all of them, expected to put things right with whatever strength the body has left. And of course he does, because it’s not like saying “no” has ever worked out for him.

    Resentment calls.
    Wei Wuxian answers.

    And it doesn’t take long for the living to realize the Yiling Patriarch never actually stayed dead.

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    28 May 2026

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    Beware: Maegor with teats has begotten Aerion the Monstrous.

    Prince Aerion Targaryen once drank a cup of wildfire, convinced it would make him a dragon. It made him a corpse instead—briefly. Fate (or the gods, or some bored Valyrian demon with a taste for jokes) spits him back into the world generations earlier, reborn as the twin brother of Prince Jacerys Velaryon, son of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

    He isn’t a dragon. Tragic.

    Still Aerion decides to do what he does best:

    Cause problems on purpose. 

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    07 May 2026

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    "No way. There is no fucking way" My breath came quicker as I grabbed the black backpack from beside the bed. "Come on, you have to have something in here with your name on it." I muttered to myself as I searched through the pockets.

    There, in the small zipper pocket was a wallet. My hands shook as I read and re-read the name on the Driver's License.

    Isabella Marie Swan. "Jesus Christ". I didn't remember being hit by a truck. Actually, I didn't remember anything specific happening before I woke up here. It was just a yawning, blank, nothing. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and tried as hard as I could to remember something. It felt like trying to remember a dream, but the flashing images didn't make sense and wouldn't stay long enough for me to make anything at all of them.

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    07 May 2026

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    A plane crash was a statistical anomaly, surviving one even more so. The odds were microscopic, laughable in their improbability. And yet Dr. Anicia Morrone had survived, defying mathematics and mortality alike, only to wake in a world infinitely crueler than the one she had left behind.

    This was not Alice in Wonderland, oh no, this was Anicia in the depths of Hades’ own imagining... though even that comparison felt generous. Hades, at least, had rules. Westeros had ambition.

    She had intended to live quietly, to endure and adapt, to carve out a small and careful existence in a world that was not her own. But fate, it seemed, had little interest in her caution. Other plans were already in motion, threads that would entangle not only her own precarious survival, but the future of the realm itself.

    And, most dangerously of all, a certain prince — heir to the Iron Throne…. none other than Prince Baelor Breakspear.

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    29 Mar 2026