#dalton greyjoy fanfic

[minteaspoon]

What if Luke took over Daenerys’ place, but make it HOTD?

****Like most of my stories/headcanons, this will be ABO!!!!

The Greens win the civil war, and all of the Blacks perish, except for three; Viserys II, Aegon III, and Lucerys. Unfortunately, they spend months trapped in the Red Keep, paraded around by the Greens for their own amusement and pride. Aemond had taken Luke’s dignity in front of the court in a mock bedding ceremony.

Lucerys gets pregnant, and long into his pregnancy, about five more weeks before the expected due date, he is attacked by guards under the orders of Aegon II, and lost the babe. Once again in front of the court, Luke is shamed and made fun for it with his brothers in his arms. Aemond, over and over for a year and a half, attempted to get the former prince of the Realm pregnant, but the stress and humiliation kept killing off the babes

However, Corlys was able to find a way to get them out, and directed them to a set of islands he once came across during his travels as a budding man, and advised them to escape and set a home for themselves there

Soon, the trio were able to flee to said abandoned archipelago far off from any other country, and take residence there. The islands were once great with ties to Old Valyria, and was a safe house - well, a castle carved deep into the island’s mountains - for dragon eggs and knowledge of Old Valyria which were all frozen and kept in (semi-)safe conditions by the ones who once guarded them

With Luke being a prodigy at Valyrian thanks for Rhaenyra and Daemon, he deciphers all he needs to know from the texts, and reads them as bedtime stories for his brothers. Thus, the siblings start to learn and conduct experiments from the books containing Old Valyria’s magic - the same magic Queen Visenya was said to have involved herself with before and in the reign of King Aegon Targaryen, First of His Name and even after his demise

Luke then finds three dragon eggs, and puts them over a fire in one of the many rooms in the castle carved within the island. Months have passed, and Luke was now nearing nineteen when the eggs hatched, with all three dragons immediately bonding with Lucerys.

Aegon the Younger, gonna call him Egg here to make it easier to tell which Aegon I’m talking about, and Viserys II, who I’m gonna call Vis for the same reason, aren’t jealous, and are rather ecstatic as it meant they had some protection.

The dragons consists of a silver-purple female named Silvermoon, another reddish female named Ruby, and a bronze scaled male named Ashe. While all three dragons are bonded with Lucerys, they do still find fondness over Egg and Vis. Egg and Ashe are close despite his initial distrust due to his witness of Sunfyre burning his mother. Vis and Ruby often nap and eat together, along with playing with one another to the joy of Lucerys. Silvermoon and Luke are each other’s anchors when their siblings are out playing or hunting.

As the years pass, the three surviving members of the Blacks continue to live in peace and happiness.

Back in Westeros, the Greens have found themselves in quite the predicament; With the dragon eggs soon going cold, their only living dragon being Vhagar, and with their increasing unpopularity with the townsfolk and pressure and claims of promises they must fulfill from the Lords of Houses who sided with them, they knew it was the start of their fall from grace. The Greens pretty much walked so the Lannisters from GOT could run.

About three or four years have passed since the Dance. And Luke is suddenly met with a fleet from House Greyjoy, led by the Red Kraken, Dalton Greyjoy himself.

The man was sailing his ships, raiding villages and taking treasure when he comes upon Luke and his brothers’ island home. When Luke comes to deal with him alone, Dalton threatens to finish what the Greens have started, before Luke calls for his dragons and brothers to spearhead a surprise attack on the Greyjoy Fleet.

Luke had seen the fleet from the horizon sailing for them, and immediately sprung himself, his brothers, and his dragons to action. With three medium sized dragons, not even fully done growing yet, and two extremely peeved and held back boys, who know Black Magic mind you, now allowed to go wild caused his men some arms and legs and even their lives, so Dalton halts his forces and attempts to broker a deal; If Luke lets the Greyjoy men safely go, he’ll make sure the island knows no suffering or pillaging or death.

Luke agrees, but when Dalton is about to board the ship, the former prince stops him, and says that the deal only secured the safety of the men under the Red Kraken’s command, and not the Kraken himself.

Amused by his trickery, Dalton surrenders to staying behind, but does make a small adjustment to allow him letters and occasional visits from his people to keep them in check.

A year passes, and the Red Kraken and Blue Dragon fall head over heels together, and marry in the ways of Old Valyria and of the Drowned God. They consummate their marriage in their own section of the castle, with the other sections lived in by the dragons, Egg, and Vis.

Nine months later, Luke pops out twins; an Omega girl named Rhaelys and an Alpha boy named Rhaemon.

The islands Luke had taken up residence over soon had a small port and villages containing wayward travelers, outcasts and those exiled start popping up, and the Greyjoy Fleet, and soon the Ironborn, named the place Dragonborne Islands - the Isles that Birthed Dragons.

House Stark and Arryn soon catches wind of Luke, Egg, and Vis’ existence, and secretly sail to meet with them. At first, the family of four, with the twins protected by Ruby, and two active dragons were prepared to burn the ships down, but it wasn’t long before they welcomed and brought inside for talks.

House Stark and Arryn still remember their oath to Rhaenyra Targaryen, and their promise to see a Black on the Iron Throne. They remember every slight against them by the Greens and their allies, and wish revenge for both their disgraced Houses and for Rhaenyra Targaryen and her line.

Lucerys, at first refuses, but after some prodding and convincing from Egg and Vis, who both do still feel bitter about their beloved mother’s harrowing and disgraceful death and the trauma the Greens inflicted on both them and their big brother, Lhke agrees to lead a charge to take back the Iron Throne.

Of course, his husband Dalton Greyjoy is most certainly happy to participate - the same could be said for House Stark and Arryn.

Corlys Velaryon hadn’t died yet, and was still living large, and when he was sent a letter by House Greyjoy, informing him of his grandson’s plans, he jumped to the chance to join them immediately. The man abandoned his Driftmark Throne, and sent his entire fleet to the aid of Prince Lucerys Velaryon of the Dragonborne Islands.

The same could be said for Nettles, whom sought revenge for the death of Daemon Targaryen by the hands of the cowardly and weak Greens.

Soon, the Greens are informed by Larys Strong of the uprising far off the shores of Westeros.

That Prince Lucerys Velaryon is alive and well, and is sailing and marching to take back his due.

With the support and backing of the great Houses of Velaryon, Greyjoy, Arryn, and Stark.

With the knowledge of old and ancient, powerful and dark, glorious magic and scriptures of Old Valyria.

And with the strength and might of three dangerous and prime dragons, whom laid an active clutch for Viserys II and the Twins of Lucerys, and the additional war-hardened dragon Sheepstealer with his bloodthirsty rider.

Across the seas and across the lands, in uncharted territory and in front of his people, surrounded by relics of a past great Kingdom,

Lucerys Velaryon of House Targaryen, First of His Name - the Velaryon Pearl, the Mother of Dragons, the Blue Targaryen, Lord of Dragonborne, Wife of the Red Kraken, the Unbroken - named himself King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm on his throne of Old Valyria.

[shesjustanothergeek]

His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Twenty-Three

Masterlist of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Hey, besties; sorry for the delay. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. First, one of my coworkers called off (she doesn't even work here anymore because she missed too much), and I had to do two 10-hour shifts. Then my freaking internet went out because some tree trimmers cut the connection line for everyone! And after that, I had a crisis and lost the inspiration and drive to write. This chapter is a two-parter, which I usually wouldn't say I like to do, but it would've been over 10k words. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and as always, thank you for reading!

Chapter Warnings: The reader has severely unresolved trauma, angst, Arryk is a white knight.

"The axe forgets; the tree remembers." - Zimbabwean Proverb from the Shona tribe.

You were still determining your place inside Maegor's Holdfast, unfamiliar with the royal wing layout like you were with the rest of the Keep, having found an abandoned terrace that the court long forgot. Leaves of green ivory crawled up the side of the castle, wrapping around the red rock banister like an unkempt tree in the Godswood.

Your eyes gazed at the iron mote of spikes that protected the Holdfast. They shined wet like a predator's teeth, grinning back at you in misery.

Your body felt full, yet empty, full of swirling emotions and thoughts you had long buried, stirring the formerly clear water into a murky pool. Yet in that same emotion, you felt nothing, the well dried up from a summer's prolonged drought left with dust and sand at the bottom. You were uncertain if the nothingness was a blessing. Conceivably, it was your psyche's way of coping with the trauma of your life's story. You were fearful that if you suddenly felt those surges of memories, thoughts, and regrets, the iron spikes would be dripping with your blood.

Your title was called out from behind you so softly and so tender it was a whisper in the wind, almost causing you to disregard it as a trick of your mind. The sound of armor clanking and fabric rustling told you otherwise.

"Princess, the hour is late. You must get your rest," Ser Arryk expressed, his voice as compassionate as a mother. You refused to answer, the energy to move your lips and tongue long sapped out from crying.

He stepped onto the balcony until he was beside you, his arms stiff behind his back, shoulders tense at the silence. Arryk was conflicted about what to do. He knew he could not order you to sleep. His position was not one to command the eldest daughter of Daemon Targaryen, but he was assigned to be your sworn protector in all matters, whether defending you from a foe or yourself.

"My Lady, you need not speak of what has stolen you from sleep, but let it take no longer. I shall lead you to your bed chambers," the kingsguard offered kindly, leaving no room for rejection.

Finally, your eyes met his blue ones, seeing your black lashes clumped together from tears. Arryk wanted to comfort and embrace you as any good-natured person would but refrained, simply placing an inviting palm on your shoulder. He had seen you at your worst years ago after your brawl with the Septa, knuckles swollen and red with the blood of the older woman, beautiful face pink and glistening with tears down your cheeks.

Otto Hightower, be damned. Damned to the fiery pits of the Seven Hells to burn for all eternity for what he made Arryk do. You were too dear to the knight to betray your trust anymore. Though Ser Arryk never discovered any hurtful information other than the peculiarity of you and the eldest son of the King's relationship. He spent every waking moment inhaling the same air as you, breathing in each exhale like it was his last. How could he ever betray your trust in good conscience?

"Aegon was the one who discovered Lyra's plans to smuggle me out of Kings Landing. He killed them." Your words tore him from his internal struggle with shock.

Arryk's brows scrunched in confusion, trying to recall what you were saying. His face paled when he did, remembering the blotchy grey faces displayed on the battlements of the Red Keep for all to see, for all to see the Hand's justice. May Lord Hightower's death be long and painful for what he did to you, Arryk thought.

"I wish Aegon were dead," you spoke aloud without realizing it.

The knight became worried, suddenly closing the distance between you to make somehow your confession disappear. "Princess. You must be careful what you say here. The walls have ears, and the ears have eyes."

"No, Ser Arryk. Let them hear it," you protested, your nails digging crescents into your palms. "Mayhaps they will understand the agony I have suffered all these years. The mornings and nights I have laid awake in bed, praying to the Old Gods and the New for them to somehow bring her back and make it so nothing happened." You sucked in a ragged breath, hiccuping from the remnants of your tears as your body became too challenging to carry. "I cannot do this anymore. I cannot be here."

The kingsguardmen did not understand your true meaning of how you desired greatly to leave this whole charade behind, to return to Dragonstone and watch little Joffery and the younger Viserys and Aegon grow into their skins, to watch Lucerys become the man you were confident for him to be. Instead, Arryk thought the worst, believing your words to be final and life-ending, as he firmly grabbed your biceps.

He said your name gently yet sternly, causing your glazed eyes to widen. "You must not think like that. I shan't allow it," he commanded. "You are the strongest maiden in the realm. You ride the fiercest dragon, feared by humans and its species. You have endured hardships and trials a girl of your age should never have to, and even when your blood was stolen from you, you did not turn to resentment. You were not bitter to those undeserving."

You attempted to move your face away from Arryk's, unconvinced at his words. He was so close that you could smell the mint leaves on his tongue. "You are stronger than you know, and until then, each moment like this, you will feel as if it is too much, but you will always find yourself emerging on the other side."

No words made their way to your lips, and you suddenly felt the rush of emotions you had thought dried. You stepped away from Arryk, embracing your torso as you faced the opened doors that led inside. You didn't want to feel anything. Not now, nor ever again. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you returned to the silver-armored knight of the Kingsguard.

"I seem to have lost my bearings, Ser Arryk," you whispered into the chill night air. "Will you help me find my way back to the guest wing?"

The request was a peace offering, a silent "thank you" for his unfailing kindness. If he had not dedicated his life in service to the King, he would've made an excellent father and an even better husband.

Ser Arryk nodded stiffly, taking long strides ahead of you until all you could see was his pristine white cape flowing like a field of wheat in the wind.

***

You desperately desired to stay within the confines of your bed, as if laying underneath the thin cotton sheets would protect you from the outside world. It was silly, and you felt childish, but truly, that was all you were—a child disguised as a woman painting a facade of fierceness and maturity on your skin. But the pigments had cracked and bleached from weathering winds, rains, and suns until it revealed the canvas underneath. You wished desperately for the chips to be covered, groping at your flesh to hide them from the world.

But it was too late, for they had seen the peeled paint and what lay beneath—a frightened young girl yearning for acceptance and love.

Tears returned to your eyes, a common occurrence over the past fortnight. Your maids had become used to seeing you sniffling in your bed as you were now, covers tucked underneath your nose to hide your sobs. They had tried more than once to find the root of your sadness, but you were a closed door, keeping those who cared for you locked from entering.

Helaena had moved your quarters to the Holdfast as she promised, something you were initially looking forward to. It meant less sneaking around the halls and the corridors of the Keep like a mouse to find Aegon, but that was why precisely you dreaded it now. Though you had scarcely seen him, no doubt drunker than a Bravosi sailor in the pillow houses, the fact that he resided within the same wing made your skin prickle with disgust.

He had yet to return your dagger, small and silver with dragons on the hilt, and you had half a mind to storm inside his chambers for it, but each time you were within eyesight of his door, profound nausea and the sting of tears would stop you.

How could you have lain with the man who bore the blood of two innocents? How could Aegon lay with the kin of the people he sentenced to death? You knew him to be cruel and unusual, but that was something even you could not rightly justify.

Aegon was no matter, you told yourself, rising from your bed at the smell of ham and boiled eggs. All that did was ensuring your Mother's smooth succession. You could achieve it in other manners of not seducing the eldest son of the King. Your presence was something enough to stop them should the Stranger take your Grandsire, and if Queen Alicent and Lord Otto Hightower try to place Aegon on the throne, you would gut her, then her Father, then her beloved first son before the following morn.

You would kill a legion of men before Aegon ever sat upon the Iron Throne, even if it meant your demise.

It's what your Father would want. He would proudly let his daughter lay down her life in service to the crown, just as he would. There would be no nobler of a death.

Jeyne had readied your bath and outfit for the day, a high-collared dress made of black satin. Small silver plates of metal and beads that looked like dragon scales were sewn on the torso in a 'v' shape, accentuating the scandalous low cut of your gown. The sleeves were a long, unsewn style, the stitching keeping them together ending just before the crook of your arm and flowing around you like a cape at your sides. You paired it with an ornate belt, the design of swirling dragons with their teeth bared melted into the steel,  matching hammered cuffs on your wrists. Your necklace was a simple chain, needlelike links dripping down your sternum until they looped into your house sigil. 

You looked to be in mourning garbs rather than the typical court colors, a common occurrence. Perhaps you were, in a sense, mourning. Mourning a loss you should have accepted years ago, weeping for happiness free of politics and schemes, mourning the connection from someone you tried so hard not to form one with.

The three ladies had learnt not to ask why you made such decisions in your clothes. They would only be met with a lie and a smile that stretched a bit too wide. They understood that something had happened and did their best to tread carefully. You were not cross with them, no matter how hurt, vengeful, or angry. Fiora, Jeyne, and Dyanna were innocent in all this, as Sara was, and you refused to have them involved with any of your personal affairs in fear of what would become of the three women.

You paused momentarily, adjusting the designed belt to rest comfortably on your waist, realizing the littlest maid was not there.

"Where is Dyanna?" you asked calmly, curious but not concerned about where she could be. "Is she unwell?"

"No, Princess," Fiora answered, ushering you to the vanity. "She's been assigned to care for Princess Helaena's children after one of the nursemaids fell ill and had to be sent home."

Your brows scrunched in confusion, frowning at the memory of your time with the young Prince and Princess. You have seen the little ones almost every day since the beginning of the planting season, and you haven't noticed any ailments in their caretaker.

You reasoned that illnesses always had the potential to be a sudden onset of symptoms. You had seen in your childhood on the merchant streets how a vendor was acceptable one day, selling different fruits and vegetables you could never afford, then the next, gone without a trace due to a fever. You hoped Jaehaerys and Jaehaera did not catch whatever it was. The first decade of a child's life was the most precarious, their tiny bodies not used to the dirt and disease the realm had to offer.

You left the thought at that, hoping to see the skittish, fair-skinned girl with them. A grimace made its way to your face, attempting to ignore how the wooden comb snagged on a tangle in your hair. Fiora styled it into a braided updo. Two thick plaits in a 'u' shape lay at your skull's base, a silver three-layered chain with black star sapphires pinning it to your hair. Clasping a pair of fan-shaped earrings in your lobes, you stood, stealing one last boiled egg before bidding your ladies farewell and greeting Ser Arryk at the door.

He followed wordlessly, as any knight should, observing how your hips slightly swayed with each step of your leather slippers. Arryk had tread carefully since that scornful night. Since the night you reeked of sweat, alcohol, and tears. He remembered seeing the stars reflected in your dark eyes, the violet hidden during the hour of the wolf, and he couldn't help but think how things might have been if your Father wasn't a Targaryen.

Perhaps he could've met you before he swore to take no wife and bear no heirs. Possibly still while he was a simple bannermen, living from allowance to allowance. Arryk would not have the luxuries he had now if it happened, but if ever given a chance, he might leave it all behind. It would be a shame to leave the highest rank a knight of lower-born descent could achieve, but he would do it for love, for only if you loved him back.

Your guard had suddenly stopped following behind you, standing idly with a slight wrinkle on his forehead and hand on the pommel of his sword.

"Ser Cargyll?" you questioned without words incredulously, tilting your head to the side.

He was silent for a moment more, seeming to come back from wherever he was inside his mind. It was a dangerous place to be inside one's head for too long. It sent some men mad, some women to despair, and some to where they could never leave. You knew what it was like when one would stay inside too long. It sent you reeling in anger, sadness, and joy. There is too much inside not to get lost in.

"Princess, this is not the way to the Godswood," Ser Arryk stated, the crease on his forehead gone.

"I know, Ser. We are not going to the Godswood today," you answered politely, not elaborating further as you continued walking.

"If you don't mind me asking, your Grace, where are we going?"

You flashed a bright smile at Arryk, glancing behind before coyly turning away. He started at the back of your intricately braided hair, mesmerized by the being that was you. His eyes traced how your ebony strands crossed in on themselves, the way the golden chains bounced with every stride. The knight noiselessly cursed the Maiden and the Mother for making you in their image.

While Ser Arryk did recognize the halls you traveled, he was sure you didn't. Your head twists and turns each way, peering into every door and threshold, searching for something he was unsure of.

"Princess, I may be a knight, but I am your protector. 'Tis my right to know your plans and destinations," he commanded as kindly a man could in hopes of not securing your wrath.

He had seen it once before in the training yard at the hour of ghosts, Prince Aegon standing too close to be considered appropriate, his sworn protector nowhere in sight. Despite Arryk's place on the ramparts above and the sun having long set in the west, he could spot the twitches underneath your eye, barely containing malice on your pursed lips as you pulled your bowstring. The knight hadn't noticed how you did it, but a rock was within the place of the arrow as you shot it at the crown Prince's foot, earning a yelp from the twenty-year-old lecher.

You turned back to him, crossing your arms with an undignified huff. "I am not gallivanting off into the Kingswood, Ser Cargyll. I do not understand your persistence with the matter." Arryk attempted to hide the frown that pulled his lips, but you saw him sighing softly and looking to the floor to think over your words more carefully. "We are visiting Grand Maester Orwyle. He has a collection of history and law books that has peaked my interest."

You stepped towards him, breathing a calming breath through your nose, and dropped your arms. Ser Arryk was a fragile soul, simple almost, only following the linear path of honor and duty with no concern for whether it was right or wrong. If the King said it, he did it. If the Queen said it, he did it. If you said it, he did it. His singular vision of things was almost admirable at times. To blindly follow orders without the moral guilt of your actions was something you hoped for. It would make things easier in this game of thrones and less heavy to bear.

But that wasn't life. That wasn't the fate the Gods intended for those with responsibility, though many attempted. Rhaenyra tried, and if you were her, impending the ever-looming doom of the crown, you too would stay tucked away in the little world where life felt light.

Arryk took your stillness as an invitation to walk alongside you, silently leading you to the Maester's quarters and saving your pride from ignorance. You ordered him to stay outside, and he obeyed without a second thought, dipping his head and muttering, "Princess."

Maester Orwyle was hunched over a large oak desk, tomes scattered across it, pieces of parchment covering most of the surface; peeking between them were lighter patches on the wood worn from centuries of usage. It was a simple room with a cot at the far end of it, large bookcases occupying most of the space. Multiple candles were lit throughout the dim room, the smell of incense burning heavily. Shelves lined the bare walls, glass bottles of liquids, salves, and dried herbs occupying them.

The brown-skinned man looked up from his work upon your entrance, sitting the quill he was writing with inside the inkwell and standing.

"Princess, how can I help you?" he asks sincerely. You could still recall when you first met him, scribbling notes and assisting the former Maester Mellos as he tended to you.

"I was inquiring if I may borrow some books of laws from your collection. I find myself not reading the correct ones in the library to assist my studies."

You weren't lying. You couldn't find the text you were searching for because it was not only laws. It was the death records of prisoners, and only the keeper of those things had access to them in their collection.

"Ah. I see," Orwyle nodded, rising from his desk and clasping his hands behind his canvas robes. He led you across the room, showing you to the section. "May I ask what specificity you require so that I may lead you to the correct tome?"

You planned for him to ask you this, and as you rehearsed a dozen times in your head, you smiled, bobbing politely. "Of course. I am in search of the laws regarding war aid. We have provided some to the Stepstones, and Lord Corlys brought to my attention that they require more. I do not want to make it seem like the Crown is inserting itself into the conflict."

He beamed slightly, a sight you never recalled seeing on the man before as he directed you to the section of law. An entire side of the bookshelf dedicated to just that, tomes of varying shades of green, brown, and black, and you blanched at the sight. What would the records be like if this was only the law section? Would you have time to sort through them all to find the one you need?

"Thank you," you said, concealing the sudden rush of anxiety within your gut. "I realized that your collection was vast, but this is..." you trailed off, gesturing to everything around you, "expansive. How do you ever keep track of them all?"

Orwyle chuckled, seeming to preen under what he took as praise, bowing in gratefulness. "It is not all from me, Princess. Each book has been added with every Maester since they were brought to the Keep. We simply divide each shelf by memory, though we try to keep the subjects together."

"That is..." you couldn't find the right words, truly at a loss for them as you stared at the collection before you, "extraordinary. You must show me everything!"

You took his arm in yours, leading him out of the secluded area like a child with their playmate, giggling like an unwed maiden as you skipped along. Orwyle was surprised by your giddy demeanor, contrasting the dim and almost gloomy atmosphere despite the late morning sun shining through the tall stained glass windows. The Maester was alone within these four walls, writing, studying, and mixing away with the occasional Lord or Lady stopping by. To have such radiant company was a welcomed intrusion to his duty-filled days.

Men are so easy. All you had to do was smile demurely, flutter your lashes, and they would eat shit out of the palm of your hand.

Orwyle guided you, explained how each section was organized, and added his anecdotes. You listened intently, nodding along to every word, no matter how minute it seemed. This endeavor had proven more fruitful than you intended. The Maester had enjoyed your company so much that he invited you back, insisting that you could pick whatever book you wished before he left to return to his work.

And so you did. Traversing to your rooms with six tomes piled high in your limbs before Ser Arryk insisted he carry some, keeping one hidden between the stack within your hold.

Once you reach your chambers, your sworn shield follows you, placing the stacks on a table with neatly stacked parchment, a letter sealed with the Targaryen emblem in black wax resting beside your writing set. You catch Arryk eyeing it for longer than appropriate, and you purposely meet his gaze, a raised brow on your face.

"That is all, Ser Cargyll. I thank you for your assistance." You never fail to detect how he stiffens when you say his title, a quirk you've been unable to comprehend.

As always, he bows and takes his leave, shutting the door noiselessly behind him. When the lock clicks, your hands immediately snatch the letter, knowing who it's from. You lived for the notes from your family; they were the lifeline that kept you afloat in the brackish waters of Kings Landing. It was your only form of communication with them, and you looked ahead to whatever they had to say, no matter how asinine or mundane the contents were.

You ripped the wax seal without care, devouring each word, your eyes moving too fast for your mind to keep up. You could quickly tell it was from your Father, the lines of his letters thicker and more potent than your Mother's, his writing purposeful.

"Daughter,

I hope you find yourself well. Your Mother missed you dearly at Jacaerys' nameday this spring, but she looks forward to seeing you for Luke's later this year. I informed her that you are dealing with matters of importance that require your attention and would be unable to attend. Death comes when we least expect it with crowned heads and ambitious hands."

Tears stinging took you from reading, pursuing your lips to keep them from wetting the document and making the ink illegible. You longed to return to Dragonstone and see your family. Smell the scent of brimstone and salt and feel the damp sea air on your skin as you rode Cannibal high above Dragonmont.

Daemon's reasoning was understandable, but it hurt. It made your heart clench and your chest feel hollow. Resting your forehead on the heel of your palm, the letter in the other, you continued.

"I know this will upset you, but I trust you'll understand my reasoning. We must make sacrifices until your Mother sits on the throne uncontested. You see the concept of duty and loyalty to your kin. You've always been the one out of my children to unwaver in your will, and that is something I admire.

I received word from Lord Dalton Greyjoy, who has proposed marriage just as you said. Your wit and cunning never cease to amaze me, daughter. I still need to send word regarding my decision. I wanted you to be the one to decide.

Lord Greyjoy is a fine match for you. His fleet of long boats and swords rivals that of the crown itself, but I hold my reservations regarding his intentions with you. I believe you have outdone yourself, for he seems bewitched, intent on making you his Rock Wife, and I am unsure if that is harmful or helpful. I've heard the rumors of his treatment regarding his Salt Wives, and I will not tolerate such things toward my eldest child. Should you accept his proposal, and he does not honor his duty as lord husband, I shall cut off his cock and throw it into the sea as a gift for his Drowned God.

Think over this. I do not expect an answer within a moon. If he truly desires you in such a way, he will wait as long as you deem fit. My daughter is not a shiny coin to be plucked and placed in a crow's nest.

Expect a letter from Lucerys soon. He's been inquiring about your happiness. I believe he misses you more than your Mother and I put together. I await your next raven with patience.

Yours Respectfully, Prince Daemon Of House Targaryen"

You scoffed, throwing the letter haphazardly across the table. You knew the proposal from Lord Dalton would come eventually, as you had corresponded for the past seven moons. It was a gratifying distraction you should have taken seriously, your letters filled with much less pomp than was expected for a woman of your status. Possibly, in your lack of care, you inadvertently wooed him as his last raven was treading the line of inappropriate. You remembered how his words made you, a girl who spent her early years in a whore house, blush.

He would be an excellent match politically, and perhaps you could grow to love him, even better his treatment of his Salt Wives. But you knew better. Lord Dalton Greyjoy only loved two things in this world: bloodshed and women. He would grow tired of you swifter than you would him, and it was not proper for women of the realm to have paramours, hypocrisy be damned.

You didn't want to give the situation more thought. Your Father permitted you to mull; you would gladly take it, opening the records book hidden between the stacks.

The pages were easy enough to navigate. The Masters, if not anything, were thorough, creating an index of years in ascending order to the most recent. Your finger paused on the one you remembered so well. The year in which you were stolen everything that might have been. The year that the Stranger claimed two souls earlier than they should have.

You turned the pages.

The smell of aged leather and parchment wafted into the air, nearly choking on its scent in the back of your throat. They arranged the death records from the first of the year to the end of it, and you searched for the seventh moon. On the fifth day, only two deaths are recorded, that of two prisoners named Lyra Black and Sara Smithe. The cause was beheaded by members of the City Watch.

It did not say the names of who, an intelligent choice on the Maester's part, for if you knew, their deaths would become sooner. They were lucky Mellos or one of the many others had the foresight not to write them down, as other Maesters had, but it only made this all the more exciting. The satisfaction as you plunged your dagger into their necks, slicing through tendons, muscles, and vertebrae, ensuring they felt every bit of suffering, anguish, and fear Lyra and Sara felt.

It would be messy. There were many veins and arteries within one's neck. You needed to bring some water with you to wash before returning to your chambers. It would all be for naught if someone saw you walking the halls with blood dripping from your digits and face.

You wished it would be the dagger Daemon had gifted you for your first name day to cut through their flesh, but Aegon still possessed it.

It was no matter. You had four more from the past, but that one, with its silver handle and roaring dragons engraved on both sides, held a place deep within your heart. And Aegon took it, as he always did with things. Take, take, take without concern about who he stole from. You would get it back, but not now. That would raise too much suspicion, and you would not put it past the eldest Prince to run to his Grandsire or Mother as he has done before.

You tried to recollect that fateful night, searching your memory for any detail you could sounder up, but it was hazy. The years you had blurred the picture of the throne room in your mind's eye. It was too painful to remember. Each time you thought of it, it was flashes, little glimpses of faces and bodies and heads. When you thought of it, all you could see was Lyra's smile, spending her last moments trying to reassure you, the fear behind Sara's eyes within her shackles, Otto Hightower's indifference, and Alicent's inaction in the face of two innocents deaths. You would never forget that, nor ever forgive.

You were scarcely in the Great Hall for a moment, and even then, your attention was elsewhere. You witnessed Ser Criston Cole grabbing you, pulling you back, the Queen turning away, and Lyra's comforting grin. Then, you saw them, gaze following the loops of the metal chain attached to Lyra and Sara, hands gripping at it as if the two women were nothing more than dogs. You met the eyes of two Gold Cloaks. You did not know their names, but you would soon; their countenance now burned into your mind.

Masterlist of Series

I've decided to change my uploading schedule from Sun/Mon to whenever possible. I'll always let you know before I post so you won't have to ask, "when are you going to post?!" I know that's not fun, but it works best for me because I get myself so worked up over updating on time when I'm in control of the situation. Also, I'm going to be getting rid of people in my taglist who haven't interacted with this fi since the list is so big. I want to have it all in one and make room for those who are active. So if you've been in my notifs in the past two months, you'll be fine. Welp, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The chapters are gonna get a little messy from here! xD

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[poppyreader]

Imagine a Jace's female twin and her mother Rhaenyra sends her away to deal with Lord Dalton Greyjoy, aka big dick kraken and there is some HEAVY flirting and Dalton craves the little dragon but eventually she has to leave to Winterfell to tell the bad news to her brother (RIP Luke) and she meets Lord Cregan Stark who is stunned by her beauty. She has to stay for a while, and Cregan falls madly in love with Jace's twin, and on the other side of Westeros, Dalton thinks about her every day. Both swear to support Rhaenyra but in reality they are doing it for her daughter and the war turns into a dick swinging fight between Cregan and Dalton trying to show off for their beloved dragon lady omfg I need these men.

[godjustkys]

what fandoms do you write for? and for those fandoms, are there any specific characters you won't write for? and is there are a limit on how many characters we can ask about per request? will we get less headcanons if we ask for more characters?

Okay, so let's get the cinematic fandoms out of the way first. Then, we'll move onto anime.

Characters that are highlighted in blue are strictly only fluff fics.

Fandoms I write for;

- Teen Wolf

- MCU

- Supernatural

- The walking dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- Friends

- Maze runner

- Lord of the Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a wimpy kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The black phone

- Sweet home

I am open to writing for characters that are from different fandoms that I haven't listed, but it's not necessarily a guarantee that I will present a fanfic for you.

Now,

The characters I will write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski;

- Scott McCall;

- Derek Hale;

- Allison Argent;

- Lydia Martin;

- Isaac Lahey;

- Jackson Whittemore;

- Peter Hale;

- Malia Tate;

- Kira Yukimura;

- Liam Dunbar;

- Theo Raeken;

- Jordan Parrish;

- Erica Reyes;

- Ethan;

- Aiden;

- Christopher Argent;

- Mason Hewitt;

- Danny;

MCU:

- Tony Stark;

- Peter Parker;

- Bruce Banners;

- Thor Odinson;

- Loki Laufeyson;

- Steve Rogers;

- Natasha Romanoff;

- Stephen Strange;

- Wanda Maximoff;

- Clint Barton;

- Bucky Barnes;

- Carol Denvers;

- Shuri;

- Sam Wilson;

- Okoye;

- Wade Wilson;

- Pietro Maximoff;

- Vision;

- Scott Lang;

- Yelena Belova;

- Peter Quill;

- Gamora;

- Nebula;

- Matt Murdock;

- Xu Shang-chi;

- Eddie Brock;

SUPERNATURAL:

- Dean Winchester;

- Sam Winchester;

- Castiel;

(my knowledge is limited, I'm so sorry.)

THE WALKING DEAD:

- Rick Grimes;

- Carl Grimes;

- Michonne;

- Negan;

- Daryl Dixon;

- Eugene;

- Rosita Espinosa;

- Maggie Greene;

- Glenn Rhee;

- Carol Peletier;

- Andrea;

- Gabriel Stokes;

MERLIN:

- Merlin.

- Arthur Pendragon;

- Morgana Pendragon;

- Guinevere;

- Lancelot;

- Mordred;

- Leon;

- Gwaine;

- Elyan;

- Percival;

- Princess Mithian;

DUNE:

- Paul Atreides;

- Chani;

- Feyd-Rautha;

- Duncan Idaho;

- Leto Atreides;

- Stilgar;

GAME OF THRONES:

- Jon Snow;

- Robb Stark;

- Ned Stark;

- Jaime Lannister;

- Catelyn Stark;

- Cersei Lannister;

- Daenerys Targaryen;

- Jorah Mormont;

- Sansa Stark;

- Arya Stark;

- Theon Greyjoy;

- Joffrey Baratheon;

- Sandor Clegane;

- Tyrion Lannister;

- Samwell Tarly;

- Margaery Tyrell;

- Tywin Lannister;

- Tormund Giantsbane;

- Brienne of Tarth;

- Ramsay Bolton;

- Tommen Baratheon;

- Jaqen H'ghar;

- Grey Worm;

FRIENDS:

- Rachel Green;

- Phoebe Buffay;

- Ross Geller;

- Chandler Bing;

- Monica Geller;

- Joey Tribbiani;

MAZE RUNNER:

- Newt;

- Minho;

- Gally;

- Aris;

- Frypan;

- Janson;

- Thomas;

LORD OF THE RINGS:

- Frodo;

- Samwise;

- Galadriel;

- Aragorn;

- Boromir;

- Faramir;

- Arwen;

- Éowyn;

- Éomer;

- Legolas;

THE HOBBIT:

- Bilbo Baggins

- Thorin Oakenshield;

- Kili;

- Fili;

- Tauriel;

- King Thranduil;

- Elrond;

HARRY POTTER:

- Harry Potter;

- Hermione Granger;

- Ron Weasley;

- Draco Malfoy;

- Severus Snape;

- James Potter;

- Sirius Black;

- Regulus Black;

- Remus Lupin;

- George Weasley;

- Fred Weasley;

- Bill Weasley;

- Luna Lovegood;

- Neville Longbottom;

- Bellatrix Lestrange;

- Cedric Diggory;

- Lucius Malfoy;

- Oliver Wood;

- Seamus Finnigan;

- Dean Thomas;

BROOKLYN NINE-NINE:

- Jake Peralta;

- Amy Santiago;

- Charles Boyle;

- Gina Linetti;

- Ray Holt;

- Rosa Diaz;

- Terry Jeffords;

IT:

- Richie Tozier;

- Eddie Kaspbrak;

- Beverly Marsh;

- Henry Bowers;

- Bill Denbrough;

- Patrick Hockstetter;

- Stanley Uris;

- Ben Hanscom;

- Mike Hanlon;

DIARY OF A WIMPY KID:

- Rodrick Heffley;

DEAD POETS SOCIETY:

- Greg Heffley;

- Neil Perry;

- Todd Anderson;

- Charlie Dalton;

- Knox Overstreet;

- Steven Meeks;

- John Keating;

SHAMELESS:

- Fiona Gallagher;

- Lip Gallagher;

- Ian Gallagher;

- Debbie Gallagher;

- Carl Gallagher;

- Liam Gallagher;

- Jimmy Lishman;

- Karen Jackson;

- Mandy Milkovich;

- Mickey Milkovich;

- Kevin Ball;

- Veronica Fisher;

- Svetlana Yevgenivna;

HANDSOME DEVIL:

- Conor Masters;

- Ned Roche;

- Dan Sherry;

THE BLACK PHONE:

- Finney Blake;

- Robin;

- Vance Hopper;

- Bruce;

- Billy;

- Griffin;

SWEET HOME:

- Cha Hyun-su;

- Lee Eun-hyuk;

- Pyeon Sang-wook;

- Jung Jae-heon;

- Seo Yi-kyung;

- Lee Eun-yu;

- Yoon Ji-su;

- Jung Ui-Myeong;

ANIME FANDOMS THAT I WRITE FOR;

- One Piece;

- Naruto;

- SK8 the infinity;

- Tokyo Revengers;

- Attack on Titan;

- Black Butler;

- One Punch Man;

- Hunter x Hunter;

- Demon Slayer;

- Jujutsu Kaisen;

- My Hero academia;

ONE PIECE:

- Monkey D. Luffy;

- Roronoa Zoro;

- Vinsmoke Sanji;

- Nico Robin;

- Nami;

- Usopp;

- Chopper;

- Franky;

- Brook;

- Shanks;

- Mihawk;

- Trafalgar Law;

- Eustass Kid;

- Rob Lucci;

NARUTO:

- Naruto Uzumaki;

- Sasuke Uchiha;

- Sakura Haruno;

- Itachi Uchiha;

- Kakashi Hatake;

- Tsunade;

- Obito Uchiha;

- Madara Uchiha;

- Hinata Hyuga;

- Shikamaru Nara;

- Ino Yamanaka;

- Rock Lee;

- Neji Hyuga;

- Gaara;

- Temari;

- Haku;

- Konan;

- Deidara;

- Sasori;

- Pain;

- Minato Namikaze;

- Kushina;

- Sai;

- Yamato;

SK8 THE INFINITY:

- Reki Kyan;

- Langa Hasegawa;

- Tadashi Kikuchi;

- Miya Chinen;

- Kaoru Sakurayashiki;

- Kojiro Nanjo;

- Ainosuke Shindo;

- Shokichi Oka;

TOKYO REVENGERS:

- Takemichi Hanagaki;

- Manjiro "Mikey" Sano;

- Izana Kurokawa;

- Haruchiyo Sanzu;

- Shinichiro Sano;

- Ken "Draken" Ryuguji;

- Naoto Tachibana;

- Chifuyu Matsuno;

- Keisuke Baji;

- Emma Sano;

- Hinata Tachibana;

- Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata;

- Souya "Angry" Kawata;

- Kazutora Hanemiya;

- Takashi Mitsuya;

- Tetta Kisaki;

- Shuji Hanma;

ATTACK ON TITAN:

- Eren Yeager;

- Mikasa Ackerman;

- Armin Arlert;

- Jean Kirstein;

- Connie Springer;

- Sasha Braus;

- Levi Ackerman;

- Hange Zoë;

- Erwin Smith;

- Annie Leonhart;

- Reiner Braun;

- Bertholdt Hoover;

- Zeke Yeager;

- Kenny Ackerman;

BLACK BUTLER:

- Sebastian Michaelis;

- Ciel Phantomhive;

- Grell Sutcliff;

- Undertaker;

- Ronald Knox;

- Alois Trancy;

- Claude Faustus;

ONE PUNCH MAN:

- Saitama;

- Genos;

- Fubuki;

- Tatsumaki;

- Kamikaze (Atomic Samurai);

- Zombieman;

- Metal Bat;

- Child Emperor;

HUNTER X HUNTER:

- Gon Freecs;

- Killua Zoldyck;

- Kurapika;

- Leorio;

- Hisoka;

- Illumi Zoldyck;

- Chrollo Lucifer;

- Feitan;

- Kalluto Zoldyck;

- Alluka Zoldyck;

- Shalnark;

- Pakunoda;

- Kite;

- Wing;

- Phinks;

- Machi;

- Nobunaga;

DEMON SLAYER:

- Tanjiro Kamado;

- Nezuko Kamado;

- Zenitsu Agatsuma;

- Inosuke Hashibira;

- Kanao Tsuyuri;

- Genya Shinazugawa;

- Giyuu Tomioka;

- Shinobu Kocho;

- Rengoku Kyojuro;

- Gyomei Himejima;

- Sanemi Shinazugawa;

- Mitsuri Kanroji;

- Iguro Obanai;

- Muichiro Tokito;

- Akaza;

- Douma;

- Muzan Kibutsuji;

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

- Itadori Yuuji;

- Megumi Fushiguro;

- Gojo Satoru;

- Geto Suguru;

- Nobara Kugisaki;

- Maki Zen'in;

- Toge Inumaki;

- Yuta Okkotsu;

- Kento Nanami;

- Aoi Todo;

- Mai Zen'in;

- Noritoshi Kamo;

MY HERO ACADEMIA:

- Izuku Midoriya;

- Katsuki Bakugou;

- Eijiro Kirishima;

- Kaminari Denki;

- Sero Hanta;

- Tenya Iida;

- Ochako Uraraka;

- Mina Ashido;

- Jirou Kyoka;

- Mashirao Ojiro;

- Shoto Todoroki;

- Momo Yaoyorozu;

- Monoma Neito;

- Shinsou Hitoshi;

- Tamaki Amajiki;

- Keigo Takami;

- All Might;

- Aizawa Shouta;

- Ken Tagaki;

- Tomura Shigaraki;

- Touya Todoroki;

- Himiko Toga;

- Mr. Compress;

- Overhaul;

Finally. I'm done. (This took almost 2 hours bro.)

No, there is no limit to the amount of characters you request (for headcanons). However, it might take longer than usual.

And no, you will not get less headcanons if there are more characters :3

[sleeplessdreamer123]

Fanfic Idea! (Lucemond, Hunger Games AU)

Years ago, the District victors voted to have the capitol children fight in the Hunger Games. Since the games ended on the 75th, then the capitol children needed to play 75 times before the game would officially be dissolved. There were many protests, both from the capitol and from some of the districts, but the victors, the ones forced into the games, have spoken, and the era of blood for sport continued.

Lucerys was reaped. A shame, they say, for it was the 74th game, the second to the last game before it would finally be officially dissolved. He could have escaped such a fate, but alas. He had a feeling it would happen, his family was one of the people closely related to the games, and had a history of being reaped multiple times, despite multiple protests. His step-grandmother's side was especially targeted, maybe because while their grandfather was a descendant of politicians, Otto came from the line of gamemakers, and was said to be the one who suggested certain things to his own father to add to the games as a boy.

While Alicent's children were all reaped, at least they all came back alive, though at a cost. Aegon drank his life away, whored himself, wishing to forget everything. Helaena was already odd when she entered the arena, it was a miracle she came out alive, though she was often triggered, and often wasn't "present" in the mind, spacing out, leaving her body for whatever fantasy world she takes herself to. It was Aemond Lucerys had been worried about. An incident occured once, when they were younger, resulting with Aemond losing an eye. The Districts cared not for his disability, and sent him to the arena, thinking he would be the first to die. He came out victorious, though Lucerys couldn't help but notice how brutal he was when killing boys with dark brown hair. Other than that, and the fact that he would get deadly when someone tried to get closer to him on his blind side, he was mostly fine.

And now it was his turn. He doesn't expect anyone to volunteer. He and Jace swore to each other that they wouldn't do that.

So he stood on the stage with a smile, ignoring the varying degrees of relief and pity from the crowd. Glancing at the rest of the tributes, he can already tell he has a problem, the largest one being Dalton Greyjoy, the eighteen year old boy who looked eager rather than frightened. He would be the most dangerous out of all of them.

They all stood while District 13 broadcasted what happened, the war, the Districts' suffering whilst the Capitol enjoyed luxury, the games, then they broadcasted their 74th game, with Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay.

They did it every year, broadcasting the suffering of that particular years' games. This year's game was ironically the game where the rebellion rose, when Katniss Everdeen became the face of the revolution.

They were made to watch the entirety of that year's games, to remind both Districts and Capitol why they continued to do the games, the suffering of the Districts' tributes, and why it was necessary the Capitol should feel the pain they did. Why they too should suffer the same.

When it ended, Lucerys felt the dread as it was then time to say goodbye. His mother was sobbing uncontrollably, Jace, couldn't look at him in the eye, but he hugged him tight, and Daemon quickly told him to grab the knife, to defend himself and to hide. They were ushered away by District 2 guards, and Lucerys breathes.

It was different now from then, when it came to which victor would get to train them. Usually, the District victor trains tributes from their own District, but it's different for the Capitol. The past victor gets to choose only one tribute to train, and Lucerys knows which victor he wanted.

He needed Aemond to choose him.

[ride-thedragon]

Unfortunately, the Nettles x Dalton Greyjoy fanfic is pending.

They are giving Catherine and Peter from the Great. Love that for them, Nettles starting a coup>>>>

I just don't see them agreeing properly. My little crybaby and that monster from hell. REFORM THE IRON ISLANDS. What I'm seeing is a union against him with her and his saltwives.

[jaegonsmoon]

Thoughts on Dalcerys, if you’ve heard of it. (Dalton Greyjoy x Lucerys Velaryon), it’s a new ship that’s been born for the lovely Pearl of the Realm. It’s small but some of the fanfics have been really good

I— no, I didn’t know of it. I’m gonna be honest when I ship a pairing I like in ungodly levels, I become very exclusive with it skdjd. So I’m content with only shipping Lucerys with Aemond.

I did encounter people shipping Luke with Tommen for some reason??? I don’t see any of those, personally, but I encourage people going for whatever they like, I love when creativity thrives.

On the off chance of sounding contradictory, I do have my small exceptions like I’ve read a small bit of JaceLuke out of curiosity. And I like me some AegonAemond on the side sometimes!

[rainhalydia]

Ten first lines game!

Rules: Share the first line of ten of your most recent fanfics and then tag ten people. Don't have ten? Not to worry, just share what you have.

Thank you @jellybeanficwriter for the tag! I’m tagging @wynafryd-manderly, @evax3, @st-clements-steps, @thevagueambition, @togglemaps and @janiedean if they want to participate :D

From most to least recent:

1 - “Back when she lived in Essos, family gatherings were not something Dany looked forward to.” (dog with a bone, asoiaf, Jonerys, Throbb)

2 - “Stiles steps inside the house and puts his jacket on the hook by the door, as usual.” (what you do in Beacon Hills (stays in Beacon Hills), Teen Wolf, Sterek)

3 - “Robyn thumbs the grey piece of cloth with a frown on her pretty brow.” (follow the morning star, asoiaf, rule63!Throob)

4 - “Mo Bei’s phone, lying innocently on top of the glass table, rings in the middle of the most important meeting of the year.” (escaping is the national sport, SVSSS, Moshang)

5 - “The Red Kraken was known for his strength, as any true Ironborn should, but Dalton Greyjoy knew that to keep his conquests, cunning was just as important as power.” (Turning tide, asoiaf/f&b, Dalton Greyjoy/Johanna Lannister)

6 - “It's not like Theon has planned on it.” (it’s just a silly phase, aka MY MAGNUM OPUS, asoiaf, Throbb)

7 - “Jin Guangyao had gone to sleep and woken up on edge.” (from dawn to dusk, MDZS, suyao, wenyao, qinyao, sanzun)

8 - “Robb finds Theon not at the bus station, but at a cafe three blocks away.” (take your time, baby, asoiaf, Throbb)

9 - “The great old oak desk is covered in papers.” (dreams of naughtness, asoiaf, mostly Throbb)

10 - “The sound of thunder wakes Derek.” (the danger that you seek, Teen Wolf, Sterek)

[farkenshnoffingottom]

Tags (Part 2)

Fandoms and Fan Things

Not including rambling tags or episode numbers, etc.

The tags that are longer than one word don’t work on mobile, but you can see if the search function feels like working instead

Under a keep reading tag because I use a lot of tags on this blog. Some tags have way more content than others

For fandoms with multiple parent tags: long form tags are only posts with media (gifs, audio, etc), and abbreviations are for everything to do with that fandom

The fanfic tag is only fics, and the fanfiction tag contains discussions about fic

I’ve put the parent tag’s link for each fandom, but not the links for the other tags. This post is to put all the official spellings/character names I use in my tags

Some of these fandoms are dormant on this blog, but I’m keeping them here anyway, since the tags and posts are still in my archive

multifandom

ao3 • fanart • fandom • fandom history • fandom stats • fandom wank • fanfic • fanfiction • fanvid • feels • fic rec • how it should have happened • meta • my fic • my gifset • my meta • my podfic • parallels • podfic • shipping • text post memes

bbc merlin

arthur pendragon • bbc merlin • colin morgan • gaius (merlin) • guinevere (merlin) • kilgarrah • merlin • morgana (merlin) • sir leon

dead poets society

anderperry • charlie dalton • dead poets society • dps • john keating • neil perry • todd anderson

game of thrones

arya stark • bran stark • brienne of tarth • game of thrones • got: season 7 • got: season 8 • jon snow • sansa stark • theon greyjoy

harry potter

albus dumbledore • cedric diggory • charlie weasley • dobby • fleur delacour • ginny weasley • harry potter • harry potter and the chamber of secrets • harry potter and the goblet of fire • harry potter memes • hermione granger • hogwarts • jk rowling (fuck jkr) • lucius malfoy • neville longbottom • rita skeeter • ron weasley • severus snape • victor krum

leverage

alec hardison • archie (leverage) • amy (leverage) • breanna casey • chaos (leverage) • eliot spencer • harry wilson • james sterling • josie (leverage) • leverage • leverage meta • leverage ot3 • leverage redemption • leverage redemption spoilers • maggie collins • michael vittori (leverage) • molly (leverage) • nate ford • olivia sterling (leverage) • parker • quinn (leverage) • sophie devereaux • tara cole (leverage) • trevor (leverage) • widmark (leverage)

lorien legacies

adamus sutekh • adelina (lorien legacies) • caleb crane • daniela morales • duanphen (lorien legacies) • eight (lorien legacies) • einar (lorien legacies) • ella (lorien legacies) • five (lorien legacies) • isabela silva • john smith • kopano okeke • lexa (lorien legacies) • lorien legacies • lorien legacies reborn • malcolm goode • marina (lorien legacies) • nigel barnaby • nine (lorien legacies) • pittacus lore • ran takeda • rexicus saturnus • sam goode • sarah hart • setrakus ra • six (lorien legacies) • taylor cook

lord of the rings

aragorn • arwen undomiel • boromir • denethor • elrond • elves • eowyn • faramir • fellowship of the ring • frodo baggins • galadriel • gandalf • gimli • hobbits • jrr tolkien • legolas • lord of the rings • lotr • lotr memes • lotr meta • merry brandybuck • pippin took • return of the king • samwise gamgee • theoden • two towers

the magicians

alice quinn • eliot waugh • fen (the magicians) • fillory • hale appleman • jason ralph • josh hoberman • julia wicker • kady orloff diaz • the magicians • margo hanson • penny adiyodi • queliot • quentin coldwater • summer bishil

marvel cinematic universe

avengers • avengers: age of ultron • avengers: endgame • avengers: infinity war • black panther • bucky and fubar • bucky barnes • captain america • captain america: civil war • captain america: the first avenger • captain america: the winter soldier • captain marvel • carol danvers • chris evans • clint barton • falcon • hydra • marvel cinematic universe • marvel meta • MARVELous memes • mcu • natasha romanoff • peter parker • sam wilson • scott lang • sebastian stan • shuri • steve rogers • stucky • t’challa • thor • winter soldier

my chemical romance

the black parade • danger days • gerard way • killjoys • mcr • my chemical romance • three cheers for sweet revenge

nikita tv

alexandra udinov • amanda/helen collins • maggie q • michael bishop • nikita being a badass • nikita mears • nikita tv • owen elliot • percy (nikita) • ryan fletcher • sean pierce • seymour birkhoff • sonya (nikita)

star wars

aayla secura • ahsoka tano • alpha 17 • anakin skywalker • beru whitesun • clone trooper wooley • the clone wars • captain rex • chewbacca • cliegg lars • commander bly • commander cody • commander fox • commander wolffe • count dooku • darth sidious • darth vader • han solo • jedi order • jocasta nu • lieutenant waxer • luke skywalker • mace windu • obi wan kenobi • owen lars • padme amidala • qui-gon jinn • sheev palpatine • shmi skywalker • star wars • star wars memes • star wars meta • star wars prequels • yoda

supernatural

briana buckmaster • castiel • crowley • dean winchester • jack kline • jared padalecki • jensen ackles • lucifer (spn) • meg masters • misha collins • rachel miner • sam winchester • spn • spn meta • spnvan • supernatural • the influence joke comes back to haunt us all • vancon

the walking dead

beth greene • carl grimes • daryl dixon • dwight (twd) • maggie greene • michonne (twd) • negan (twd) • nope im not done having feelings about beth • paul rovia • rick grimes • rickyl • rosita espinosa • tara chambler • twd • the walking dead

miscellaneous

attack on titan • dnp [more dnp content at dans-stopphil2k5ever-face] • galaxy quest • hannah gadsby • icarly • john mulaney • nanette • political animals • snk • tj hammond • twilight [more twilight content at cullen-family-bonding (a twilight blog in my 2020s? it’s more likely than you think)]