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⤐ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝."I need you to listen to me. When we're out there together, if I say run, run. If I tell you to leave me, then damn it, you leave and you don't look back.""Daryl," she sighed softly, shaking her head."No, I mean it," he argued, encircling her wrist and jostling her a bit, begging her to listen. "I can't lose you. Not like that, not ever."His words were like lava bubbling in his throat, everything he had fought so hard to conceal was quickly rising to the surface. Fuck it. Any fear of rejection was overpowered by his need to make her understand. It wouldn't change how he felt, or the fact that he'd take on a thousand walkers if it kept her safe for even one more millisecond."I need you around, Ace.""Always."------------------------------*I do not own any characters, scenes, or scripts from The Walking Dead. Any resemblance to other people that my original characters have is completely coincidental.*…

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'If you've stepped foot outside King's Landing, you've heard the story of the Seven Devils. Some say they're gods, some say they died and were reborn in flame. But some see them for what they are.. a band of lying, thieving whores with little morals and even less class. Whatever they are, one thing is certain. They are coming for the throne.' ⚔︎Vhanyra and Balerion were raised as warriors in a village north of Bear Island, in a home filled with love and more warmth than any Dornish breeze. When their mother is suddenly executed, a prophecy catapults them into a world far larger than their imagination. With the help of their friends, or any outcast they might pick up along the way, they set out to find their siblings across the sea and bring them to their rightful home. The Iron Throne. ------------------------------*Game of Thrones Fanfic**I do not own any characters, content, or lines from George R.R. Martin's universe, I only own my original characters and settings.*Cover was made with Canva*…

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𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣:two opposite aspects of the same situation or idea; two things that superficially appear to be opposites but are fundamentally similarIn a world where there is no such thing as black or white, right or wrong, what makes a villain? Is it the blood on their hands, or the notches on their weapons?Or is it simply which side of 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 they find themselves standing on?…