Prince Jacaerys Velaryon flies to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark.
CANON COMPLIANT FIX-IT | EXPLICIT | LONGFIC
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"They drank together, hunted together, trained together, and swore an oath of brotherhood, sealed in blood… the Pact of Ice and Fire."
- Fire & Blood, George R.R. Martin
This is that story.
Gods, Cregan was wrong about Jacaerys. Wrong about thinking they would not get on. Wrong about how he thought the boy would be an unwelcome distraction…for the round arse beneath his palm is most welcome. The body stirring atop his chest even more desirable than Cregan could have ever predicted a dragon prince to be…and when Jacaerys’ breathing quickens, when he wakes to the realm and lifts his head, the fate of their morning is sealed with a breathless kiss.
A canon-compliant tale that will have an optional fix-it epilogue that diverges from canon.
He never wanted these teeth. These teeth are not his. They were hammered in, one by one, like nails into his gums and the bones of his jaw. He was told now he must bite. And he just wants to stop biting.
The gold cuff was a steady, unwelcome clasp around his wrist, biting into the skin every time he moved. Its presence was unmistakable, as was its implication. For months, Damen had been a slave in Vere.
He did not remember it.
✦ fic edit for @wrenaspun's the full length of the soul
And what you hear is not silence
It's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum
And what you see is not the dark
It's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become
'inkpot gods' by the amazing devil
“Okay, so, do you like science instead?”
“Why would I care for science when I have magic?”
Peter scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Magic isn’t real, silly.”
Not-mommy’s face splits on a wide, toothy grin. It’s not as pretty as his other smile, Peter thinks.
Love is Infinite, Calendar Space is Not by @buryyourdoves
Worst case scenario was that Mr. Stark actually was on the verge of a panic attack every time he was around Peter, and he was just forcing himself to do it for Peter's sake anyway because he'd meant it when he said whatever you want to a degree that Peter found both gripping and terrifying to look at directly, and Peter was being the worst kind of selfish by hanging around anyway. - ch 5
from chapters [1], [2], [3], [5], [7], and [9] of You're Not Yet Done by @ursafootprints
Teaser edit-ish for a fic I’m gonna write! It’s titled புதிர்பாதை (labyrinth/maze) and it’s gonna be Arulmozhi PoV with a slightly different prologue, hopefully a long work.
Also as mentioned in my pinned post I’ll edit fanfics for free!!!! Cringe needs to die and I’m majoring in screenwriting so I think it’d be a lot of fun. I’ll even help brainstorm ideas if a fic is in development! I wanna help beginning writers put out the best they can. I also speak German and I’m learning asl, so if you need translations or descriptions of signs in your fic i can 100% help with that. Google translate sucks and I’ve seen so many fucked German sentences in tf2 fics lmao. So yeah just dm me if ur interested!!!
I Am The Thing With Teeth That Lives In The Walls by @questionablecuttlefish (SuspiciousZucchini on AO3)
Light! How I could still taste her on my lips! The brandy could no sooner drive away the taste of our contract than the rain. I was hers, and she mine, by my own willful act.