#got crossover

[bone-trash]

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Hey! I’ve got more medieval/fantasy COD au stuff coming and I hope y’all are excitedddddd

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[peakyswritings]

Nina’s journey

GOT AU

A/N: finally got around Nina’s journey! It’s a bit different from the one I drafted yesterday, but it makes more sense like this. Also this is really messy, and I tried to keep it as short as possible. I really hope it makes sense🫠. So here’s Nina’s six-years journey.

When she turns sixteen, her father’s intention is to marry her off to Stephan Bolton to cement the Waters’ influence in the North. The Waters family has risen, Vincenzo managed to become the Master of Coin of the Small Council, and their closeness to the Crown is appealing to the Bolton family.

But marrying the cruel Lord is not an option for Nina. One night, she steals her brother’s sword and flees from King’s Landing, leaving no trace behind, with the intention of going to the Free Cities.

1. Stormlands. The first place she reaches are the Stormlands. She mainly moves through forests, trying to keep a low profile. Whilst traversing the Kingswood, she crosses trails with Luca, a Tyroshi sellsword who got himself into trouble with the wrong people. She saves his life by helping him hide. Needless to say, it’s not simply out of kindness: the prospect of running into a group of angry men is not that appealing, and she’d rather have someone who can actually fight by her side. And now Luca’s in debt with her. And she gets an idea as soon as she learns he’s heading back to Tyrosh. She tells him about her origins (but not her identity), revealing him her parents were Braavosi (speaking in past tense on purpose), and asks him to take her to Essos with him. As you can imagine, his first response would be a big no. I imagine their conversation being a bit like this:

“You’re a sellsword”

“Exactly. Sell-sword. For a price.”

“I just saved your life. Is there anything more valuable than life? It’s a fair price. I saved your life, you’ll protect mine.”

And so she manages to convince him. They travel through the Stormlands, cross the Rainwood, and eventually reach the Weeping Town. Of course, Nina doesn’t fully trust him, she knows it’s not safe to be a nuisance to him, so she makes sure to make herself useful. She hunts, helps him with stuff, and they reach a balance. You do something for me, I do something for you. Luca even teaches her how to fight.

(Little A/N: @evita-shelby I took inspiration from your post about the Peakys in the GoT universe for Luca being a Tyroshi cause I trust your knowledge😂 but fun fact I didn’t remember you had made him a sellsword, so when I went to check again I was like what. I guess this profession makes really sense for him. In this one he doesn’t become a knight though)

2. Tyrosh. They reach Tyrosh, and this is where their ways part. It’s not safe for her to stay, since Tyroshi are known for their aggressive search for slaves, and Luca’s no longer in her debt. However, in one last gesture of recognition for the help she gave him, he finds an occupation in Pentos for her, where she works in the trade market in exchange for food and lodgings. He discourages her from going to Lys, stating that a girl like her wouldn’t last a day there - unless she want to end up in a brothel, that is.

3. Pentos. During her stay in Pentos, Nina learns how to trade, how to communicate with people, and find allies. And here she makes a friend, Oliver (remember Oliver from THG Au? It’s him). He lives with his family of merchants in Pentos. It’s through their family she meets a former First Sword of Braavos, Noho, who will return to his birthplace soon. I imagine them being somehow related, but neither of them knows. During her journey Nina has become quite bold, she isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants - the worst people can say is no, right? - so she explicitly asks him to teach her the water dance. Her proposal is similar to the ones she has made before: you do something for me, I do something for you. So she offers to work for him if he brings her with him to Braavos.

4. Braavos. Nina starts her training as water dancer, and soon becomes one. This is her life for a while. Until one day she runs into a Moonsinger, who tells her to “go where the Doom still rules”. Nina knows it’s dangerous, she has heard the stories surrounding the ruins of Valyria, and she knows the Stonemen live there. However, she eventually decides to go. She starts her long journey to Volantis. After all her travels, now she knows how to move. She can fight and protect herself, she can hunt, and she has learned how to make allies, how to trade work for lodgings and food when she needs it. Once passed Volantis, she dares to cross the Smoking Sea.

5. Ruins of Valyria. So she reaches Old Valyria. She thought it was the diseases and the Stonemen she had to worry about. Until she crosses paths with a wild dragon, whose existence was unknown due to people avoiding the Valyrian peninsula. It’s safe to say that it’s the dragon that claims Nina. Anyway, that’s what allows her to survive in the really short time she spends in Old Valyria (it’s not more than a day).

6. After that, she stays somewhere hidden for a while to train her dragon, and once she’s ready, she goes back to King’s Landing.

Her story with Tommy will start after this.

Tagging the AU team: @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @evita-shelby @mischievouslittlecreature @shelbydelrey @cillmequick

[alkallier]

The Galax-Sea belongs to the Captain

【Original Prompt】 「by @novelistwriter 」

【Prev】

[akanemnon]

Worth a shot

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[knnw-a]

[kalwithatrenchcoat]

Words of affirmation; this lad needs to hear it. To feel it. Take it from Chilli, bud.

You're doing great.

[ekko-idk]

Uhhhh

I totally didn't forget monsters turn to dust when you kill them👍

((here he tried to eat a Vegetoid, Ik you can take a bite from them but u can't eat them whole, it'll consider killing it))

Bonus:

The original post I made

[enigmaris]

Red Hood held out his now uncovered hand as if to ask for a hand shake. Danny floated a bit closer and reached out with his own gloved finger. He poked into the back of the guy’s hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Dude, what if you’re contagious?”

“Can ghosts get sick?” Nightwing asked.

“There are ghost diseases, yeah.” Danny answered, still poking at Red Hood’s hand. “No ghost antibiotics, though. You just have to tough it out.”

“Is that what I have?”

“No.” Danny said. “You have something easier to fix.”

Danny floated back so that he was eye level with the two taller heroes. He folded his arms across his chest and looked at Red Hood.

“So, like. Is there a private place we could chat?”

“Private?” Nightwing asked. “Why? It isn’t fatal, is it?”

“Uh no? It's just personal. What’s it called Hippo? The doctor thing.”

“Are you talking about HIPAA?” Red Hood asked, sounding confused.

“That’s it!” Danny snapped a finger and pointed at Red Hood. “It’s personal medical info. We are on a rooftop in the middle of the biggest city I’ve ever been in. Do you want to go somewhere private?”

“I uh... No, here is fine.”

"Okay.” Danny said. “Cool then. So, these Lazarus Pits? I’ve never seen one, but I have heard of them from other older ghosts. Except we don’t call them that. They’re relatively common in the zone, but the locations are secret, you have to know someone who knows someone ya know?”

“Well, what are they?”

“Distilleries.”

“What?” Red Hood managed to look absolutely flabbergasted even with the full faced motorcycle helmet covering his head.

“Ghosts can’t eat human food, right? I mean we can, but we don’t taste anything. We don’t have the physical parts to digest human food and enjoy it like we did when we were alive.” Danny explained. “It’s the same thing for things like alcohol and drugs and things. So, a lot of adult ghosts still want to get drunk even though they’re dead. I died before 21 so I wouldn’t know, but like, there’s a desire for it.”

“What does this have to do with the Lazarus Pits?”

"Well, in order to make something we can taste, it has to be made with ectoplasm. Alcohol is not as easy to make as other stuff for ghosts. Alcohol is made using fermentation, right? Well ectoplasm doesn’t really. Do that. I mean ectoplasm is either inert or charged with emotional energy, if it gets charged enough it will form a ghost or spirit or something. It’s basically impossible to like, make ectoplasm ferment without risking your alcohol becoming the ghost of wines past.” Danny said, throwing a joke on the end there. Nightwing gave him a smile while Red Hood managed to glare at him through the full red facemask.

“There are ghosts who have figured out how to force ectoplasm to ferment. They basically invented ghost yeast, a sourdough starter of horror if you will. It takes centuries for ectoplasm to get good enough to be considered drinkable alcohol. So, what an enterprising barkeeping ghost will do is find like, an abandoned cave or something, fill it with ectoplasm dump the ghost yeast in there and leave it alone for like a thousand years to ripen. Then they’ll come back, bottle it up and sell it in the zone.” Danny continued.

"Are you telling me Red Hood is ghost drunk?” Nightwing asked.

“I’m saying he has a yeast infection.”

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny in a trench coat and sunglasses: Psshhh, hey, kid Damian: Yes? Danny: Do you want to buy some candy? Damian, gripping a knife behind his back: Sure Danny opening trench coat: Okay, I have chocolate clusters, gummy bears covered in candy rocks, and spicy taffy. Damian: Oh, you meant real candy. Danny: Of course. Why else would you be standing in an alley with a trench coat? Damian: Are you not hearing yourself right now? Danny: I actually heard it. But I have to do it this way. See, I'm hiding from- Jason: THERE YOU ARE! Danny: Leave me alone! I told you I ran out of mini-donuts! Jason: YOU LIE Damian watching his brother chase a street vendor down the road: This is a good mental simulation for him. He needs this.

[max-nicoxfandom]

DCXDP crossover where Danny ends up adopted by the bats for one reason or another, and they all know about his ghost powers/vigilantism but not the extent of it.

So one day they're all out patrolling Gotham, and one of Danny's rogues comes out, specifically one that's screaming about wearing his pelt on his wall. The bats go into protect mode obvs and scoop up Danny to try and shield him from this evil green glowy guy, only for Danny to flail around like a feral cat.

He's in Batman's arms like; "put me down, PUt mE dOwn, PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN!!"

and he bolts out of his arms to go and fight this guy and they are both absolutely feral! Biting and scratching and wailing, and just a whole bunch of freaky paranormal shit. To the bats this is the most desperate and destructive looking fight they've ever seen and they have no clue how to help. To Danny? The complete opposite.

In Danny's POV the whole interaction was completely friendly!

Skulker: Come out here, Phantom ! Come fight me so I can use your organs to build my throne !

Danny's vision: hey ghost boy 🥺🩷 let's go play outside 🥺🥺 plleeaaaseeee my mom said I can be out till the streetlights go off 🥺🥺

Danny: B you need to put me down !! Now !! I gotta go please ! Please !! You don't- you have to-- stop!! You don't understand, put me down!!"

Danny's vision: dad I wanna play too 🥺🥺 I'll be good I promise 🥺

The bats are obviously freaking out. They can't touch this guy and Danny is fighting for his afterlife ! Why can't they do anything ! Why are they so useless ??

After the fight Danny soups Skulker and descends back down to the bats. To them he looks beat. He looks scared. He's shaking now that he's back in B's arms, his eyes are droopy with exhaustion, but his pupils are still blown wide. They're all practically sick over him.

Meanwhile Danny is coming down from the equivalent of a sugar high or ghost zoomies. All that adrenaline is still coursing through his body making him shake, and the ghost fight after not facing a formidable opponent in a while, plus not having access to pure ecto like he had in Amity has left him sleepy.

He falls asleep in Batman's arms, making the bats think he passed out. When he detransforms in his sleep ? Oh, he must practically be dying again rn.

He wakes up in medbay confused. He just had the most fun he had in months. Why the fuck is he here ???

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[bone-trash]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games), Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley

Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Historical, Inspired by Game of Thrones, Knight!Simon, prince!johnny, Power Imbalance, Under-negotiated Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Top John "Soap" MacTavish, Bottom Simon "Ghost" Riley, Dom John "Soap" MacTavish, Sub Simon "Ghost" Riley, Puppy Play, Kind Of, Spit As Lube, Touch-Starved Simon "Ghost" Riley, POV Simon "Ghost" Riley, Swordfighting, a smidge, John "Soap" MacTavish Doesn't Have an Accent, for the plot, Toxic John "Soap" MacTavish, Rimming, targaryens are around maybe?, mostly envoked to talk about simons beautiful hair, Might become a series

Summary:

“Not a songbird then, put a whining hound,” he pulled back and tucked a stray lock of spun gold behind his guard's ear affectionately. “Biting and snarling until the hunt is over and you're wanting a warm bed by the fire, or a soft lap to climb into…”

“Si-Simon” the Knight finally found his voice, “P-Please.”

“Simon…” His Lord repeated, it was like honey on his tongue. “I think I prefer mutt.”

Prince John of house MacTavish, though only a second son, requires a personal body guard and chooses The Ghost, seemingly a powerful dangerous mountain of muscle--but every baying hound wants for a master

I wrote a fic based on my Fantasy AU Headcanon post! please check it out and let me know what yall think! 

[peakyswritings]

The Rise of the Bastards

GOT AU

No one knows how a family of bastards managed to climb their way to the top, going as far as conquering their place into the Small Council of the Seven Kingdoms. The Rise of the Bastards, people call it.

⚔️ Vincent Waters is the bastard son of a Targaryen prince and a Braavosi woman. When he was born, his mother settled in King’s Landing. Although the Prince never married the woman, with her great beauty and charm she was able to convince him to provide for their son.

⚔️ In his young years, Vincent decided to travel to the Free Cities, and settled in Braavos, where, thanks to his brain and quick-learning abilities, he started working with the Iron Bank. During a stay in Lys, he met and fell in love Marya, a half-Braavosi, half-Myrish woman. When Vincent returns to King’s Landing, he takes her with him as his wife.

⚔️ His association with the Iron Bank is the key to his rise: the Crown is, surprise surprise, in large debt with the Iron Bank. And let’s remember Tywin’s words:

One stone crumbles and another takes its place and the temple holds its form for a thousand years or more. And that's what the Iron Bank is, a temple. We all live in its shadow and almost none of us know it. You can't run from them, you can't cheat them, you can't sway them with excuses. If you owe them money and you don't want to crumble yourself, you pay it back.

⚔️ For over two decades, Vincent has used the debt to “persuade” the Crown to have a special place at court. He eventually became Master of Coin. As long as he has that place, the Iron Bank won’t take action against them.

⚔️ But the rise doesn’t stop with Vincent.

⚔️ Petyr, his eldest son, is destined to be Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

⚔️ His second son, Salladhor, is sent to the Wall, in an era when being part of the Night’s Watch is still an honour rather than a punishment.

⚔️ His third son, Victor, is still a squire.

⚔️ His youngest and only daughter, Adianna, is promised to Stephan Bolton, so that the Waters family’s influence will also reach the North. As for the Bolton family, the Waters’ place at court is an appealing prospect of growth.

A/N: finally got around to the family’s backstory! I made it as short and quick as possible. Also, I had to make their names less… Italian. I hope they work! (Yes Victor is Vittorio. At least in one universe, he’s alive).

Tagging the AU team: @justrainandcoffee @call-sign-shark @mischievouslittlecreature @evita-shelby @cillmequick @shelbydelrey (sorry if I forgot anyone)

[unfortunatelyphoenix]

So Danny got summoned by a cult the JL failed to stop. Problem, he's a little too hungry to care

I had 2 ideas for this so you can choose which one you want.

Danny had forgotten to eat for like 24 hours when doing ghost king shit, so when he finally got some food and felt himself being pulled into a summoning he decided that whoever it was could deal with him eating, so he grabbed his plate and kept eating. To say the cult and JL were expecting to see a massive eldritch king of ghosts and space sitting cross-legged like a teenager and eating (insert the most random food you wouldn't expect a regal king to eat) would be a lie.

Danny, with food in his mouth: You're the ones who summoned me while I was in the middle of eating, so you get to deal with it.

OR

Danny had forgotten he needed food, again, but just as he was about to sit down to start eating he suddenly got summoned by some random cult. So now he's standing in the middle of a summoning circle that's surrounded by cultists and heroes, but he doesn't care, he's now just disappointed in the world and a little sad.

Danny, looking an ancient god and king of space and terror, in the most pathetic and sad voice: My dino nuggies D:

[akanemnon]

I wonder if she takes cash or credit.

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[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.