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Three months after rescue, Melissa reluctantly agrees to join Van and Nat on their road trip to San Francisco. What she doesn't expect is for Shauna to end up behind the wheel.
Navigating cramped motel rooms, shared beds, and growing jealousy, every detour brings Shauna and Melissa closer to tearing each other apart. And while the others prepare for a fresh start, Melissa has other ideas.
There's only one thing for sure… the view at the end will be to die for.
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Burn Them All by Anonymous
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
19 Sep 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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Robin leans back in the cracked vinyl chair and slides her headphones over her ears, sealing herself inside the booth. The station smells like warm dust and burnt coffee — almost like home, if home hadn’t been steeped in stale beer and sour wine. If home hadn’t hummed with television static and the low thud of bottles set down too hard.
“Good evening, Hawkins,” she says into the mic, voice smooth, practiced into something silkier than she feels. “You’re tuned to WSQK, and this is Rockin’ Robin keeping you company on this fine Monday.”
She smiles automatically. It doesn’t travel past her mouth.
The board in front of her glows a dependable green. Levels steady. No distortion. She still waits for it. For months after Starcourt, any electrical hum had meant something else — the grinding whine of that machine chewing at the fabric of reality beneath layers of concrete. Even now, the low buzz in the station walls makes her shoulders inch toward her ears before she forces them down. Her body has better memory than her mind. Her body still expects Russian voices bleeding through plaster.
She flips a switch. A soft click. Queues the next track.
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