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21! Requests are open! Anti-Ai, only my own sweat & blood here folks

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FANFIC MASTERLIST

Includes my work for: Game of Thrones, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, Vikings, Walking Dead, Stranger Things, Lord Of The Rings, The Hobbit, Witcher and Harry Potter.

Find requesting info HERE Last updated: 12th Feb 2026 Thank you for 7.2k followers!!! AH!

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GOT / HOTD / AKOTSK

(Game of Thrones, House of the Dragon, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms)

SER DUNCAN THE TALL

Once Upon a Dream - Ser Dunk x Reader (Series Masterlist) Chapter 1

Dunk's Would Include Collection Ser Dunk Having a Crush Would Include Jealous Dunk Would Include (Pining Edition)

AERION TARGARYEN

Eat Her Up (18+) - One Shot

VALARR TARGARYEN

A Dance of Dragons & Falcons - V.T x Reader (Series Masterlist) Chapter 1

AEMOND TARGARYEN

Series Coming Soon: The River Witch

VIKINGS

IVAR LOTHBROK

IVAR ONE-SHOTS/ DRABBLES:

Jealous Ivar Would Include

Ivar Falling In Love With You Would Include

Ivar's Affection Would Include

Herbs and Spices Oneshot

SERIES:

SERPENT OF SPARTA: Ongoing

Summary: Ivar Lothbrok meets his match when he is introduced to Y/n Artròmitos, the daughter of a bloodthirsty Spartan king. She is sent to fight in Ivars army, after making an arrangement with Rollo, the Duke of Normandy.

With matching rage and ambition, Y/n feeds into Ivars flame, igniting feelings that neither of them thought they were capable of. But fire can easily be burnt out.

Serpent of Sparta Pt1

THE DEVIL IN THE FOREST: Ongoing

Between the pressures of being Saxon Royalty and the daily hardships of being a woman in the dark ages, Y/n thirsts for a life of freedom and learning. When the Great Heathen Army attacks England, she might get more than she bargained for.

The Devil In The Forest Pt1

The Devil In The Forest Pt2

The Devil In The Forest Pt3

The Devil In The Forest Pt 4

HEATHENS: Ongoing

Summary: You are Bishop Heahmund’s younger sister. You fight alongside your brother during the battle of York, ultimately catching the eye of a certain Lothbrok brother.

HVITSERK LOTHBROK

HVITSERK SERIES:

Pretty When You Cry (Hvitserk x Reader)

Hvitserk was your best friend…and you had been in love with him since you were thirteen. But can you stay friends with someone who doesn’t return your feelings? After all, he was a prince of Kattegat and you were nothing more than a friend. He would never love you back…right?

Chapter 1

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A Brothers War (Hvitserk x Reader x Ivar)

Summary: A young shield-maiden named Y/N Finehair, the daughter of Harald Finehair arrives in Kattegat with her father after hearing word that Bjorn was going on a voyage to the Mediterranean Sea.

Y/N is given the choice to explore the new sea with Bjorn and Hvitserk, or to accompany Ivar and Ragnar to England. Harald wants to create stronger bonds with the Lothbroks, offering Y/n as the wife to the brother of her choice. Thus begins the brothers war between Ivar and Hvitserk for her affection. 

ABW - Part One

HVITSERK ONE-SHOTS:

Hvitserk Being In Love With You Would Include Pt1

Hvitserk Being In Love With You Would Include Pt2

Feeling Better Already - Oneshot*

Cuddling With Hvitserk Would Include

FLOKI

One-shots/drabbles Floki Being In Love With You Would Include: Part 1

STRANGER THINGS

EDDIE MUNSON

SERIES:

THE HELLFIRE CLUB: 

THE HELLFIRE CLUB MASTERLIST

SERIES SUMMARY: After the death of her mother, Y/n Hargrove is forced to pack up, leave sunny California behind and relocate to the town where she witnessed her brother's death: Hawkins. On her first day at Hawkins High, Y/n is recruited to the 'Hellfire Club', where she creates an unlikely friendship with the leader - Eddie 'The Freak' Munson.Just when Y/n's life seems to be straightening out and she begins developing feelings for Eddie, Hawkins is terrorised by a series of brutal killings that her new friend is wrongly accused of committing. Can Y/n and her friends find a way to defeat the new threat before it's too late? 

ALSO ON WATTPAD (Link at the top of Masterlist)

CHAPTER ONE: Welcome to Hawkins

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Eddie Would Include

Heat Of The Moment (18+)

BILLY HARGROVE

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Billy Would Include

THE WALKING DEAD (+ spinoffs)

RICK GRIMES:

(Series coming soon)

COMING SOON: Mine (Mini Series)

 ONESHOTS

You Can't Have Both - Oneshot (18+) - Summary: When the group was brought into Alexandria, the last thing Y/n thought she had to worry about was if her husband, Rick, had fallen in love with the hairdresser next door.

Jealous - Rick Grimes Headcannon

NEGAN SMITH:

ONE-SHOTS.

Negan Smith’s NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Jealous Negan Would Include (18+)

DARYL DIXON 

(Series coming soon)

COMING SOON: REFLECTIONS 

COMING SOON: LILAC SKIES

ONE-SHOTS:

Bubble-Baths and Waffles (18+) - Request: Something with Daryl x reader, y/n has a child (or baby idk) and Daryl is so sweet with them both 🥺 especially when y/n is visibly tired from being a new mom 💜

Daryl Dixon NSFW Alphabet (18)

Jealous Daryl Dixon Would Include (18+)

Daryl Dixon's Kinks Would Include (18+)

Daryl Admitting His Feelings Would Include 

Daryl’s Affection Would Include: (18+)

CARL GRIMES 

(Series Coming Soon)

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Carl Grimes Would Include

Carl Grimes’s Affection Would Include

LOTR/HOBBIT

KILI DURIN

SERIES:

WONDERLAND: Ongoing

During a visit to Iceland, Y/n’s sense of reality is ripped away from her when she is lured into a cave in Reykjavik by a mysterious force and discovers an ancient passageway to a world she believed was just mere fiction; Middle-Earth.

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt1

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt2

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt3

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt4

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt5

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt6

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt7

Wonderland: Kili x Reader Pt8

LEGOLAS GREENLEAF

SERIES

THE LADY OF THE RINGS: Ongoing

SUMMARY: Y/n, a ranger from the North is called upon by Gandalf to join the Fellowship. Just as Y/n settles into the group and begins to form feelings for Legolas Greenleaf, things take a nasty turn.

The Lady of The Rings Pt1

THE SHALLOWS: Ongoing 

Y/n, an elven water-bender joins the fellowship, under the instruction of Elrond. As she catches up with Legolas, a childhood friend, she soon realizes that she is developing feelings for the elf.

The Shallows - Pt1

 FILI DURIN

FILI ONESHOTS

Baby Kicks - Oneshot

THRANDUIL

THRANDUIL ONESHOTS:

Riding Lessons - Thranduil x Reader

OTHER

Spending Christmas with LOTR/Hobbit Characters Pt1

HARRY POTTER + MARAUDERS

FRED WEASLEY:

SERIES:

AMNESIA SERIES: ONGOING

Summary: A few years after breaking her heart, Fred searches for Y/n Potter, only to discover that she has lost her memories. Will they be able to start afresh or will the ghosts of the past reopen forgotten wounds?

Amnesia Pt1

FRED ONE-SHOTS

Birthday Pasties - Fred Weasley Oneshot

DRACO MALFOY

DUALITY SERIES: Ongoing

Summary: Y/N G. Potter attends a wizarding school - Hogwarts - that is known for its ancient traditions and high standards. Love, friendship and loyalty will be forged and tested.

But a daunting task lies ahead for Y/N. In the end, she must make the choice of what is right, and what is easy - to destroy the horcruxes that the Dark Lord has hidden - but will the stakes be too high?

Duality Pt1

Duality Pt2

Duality Pt3

Duality Pt4

Duality Pt5

Duality Pt6

Duality Pt7

Duality Pt8

Duality Pt9

REMUS LUPIN 

(Series Coming Soon)

COMING SOON: MOONSHINE

ONE-SHOTS

Dating Young!Remus Lupin Would Include

Jealous Remus Would Include (Marauders era)

THE WITCHER

GERALT OF RIVIA

ONE-SHOTS

Jealous Geralt Would Include

Geralt Being In Love With You Would Include

[e-m-christina]

FEVER | Ser Dunk (Pt1)

Warnings: Eventual smut! Snowed-in trope, best-friends, fluff, clueless Dunk!

Like this? Check out my Ser Dunc series!

MASTERLIST

The looming threat of freezing to death in a snowed in cave is one sure way to get two best-friends to confess their feelings…and to find other ways of staying warm.

A/N: Apologies for mistakes, and delay in my series and requests! I’m finally back after 2 months!

Perhaps it was the desperation for comfort in the face of freezing to death in that cave. Or simply, perhaps, it was the heated looks and tentative touches you had been sharing with your best friend for months, despite neither being brave enough to cross the line of confession…

After you and Dunk had been caught in a blizzard during a trek through the mountains of the Vale, you were forced to seek shelter in the mouth of a small cave.

The snow had seeped through your clothes, leaving them waterlogged and leeching the last of the heat from your bones as you both scrambled into a silty, cold cave. In a last-ditch attempt at survival, you were both left with no choice but to strip and huddle together to preserve body heat.

The blizzard roared outside like a violent wall of white, as you and Dunk sat, clinging to each other's frozen skin, his much larger body angled to keep the worst of the wind from reaching you. In the whirlwind of sheer survival, the reality of being pressed up bare skin-to-skin with your best friend had not set in yet.

The first minutes came and went in silence; the only sound that filled the icy air was the whistling of the wind outside the cave, and the ragged breaths and the chattering of teeth as your fingers dug into each other’s numb flesh.

Due to his size, Dunk fared a little better in the bitterness of the cold, though not by much. Despite the numbness in his own extremities, Dunk’s trembling hands rubbed your arms, attempting to draw heat back into your body.

“Shh, don’t go to sleep. Stay awake, it’s y’er only chance.” His trembling voice repeated in your ear, though after the seventh or eighth time, you weren’t sure if he was speaking to you or himself anymore.

You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting off the soft and warm allure calling you to slip into unconsciousness. As your mind desperately fought off the flirtation of sleep, you forced yourself to focus on the steady thump, thump, thump, of Dunk’s heartbeat. Stay awake.

You didn’t know how long it was until feeling tingled back through your fingers and toes again, and your ragged gasps returned to something vaguely resembling breathing. It started as burning hot pins and needles, slowly pricking your trembling fingers until a semblance of dexterity had come back to them.

“…Dunk?” You managed to whisper out, hoarse and barely audible. He had pulled you onto his lap, cradling you against his bare chest a few hours back, and had held you there ever since, his broad back taking the brunt of the storm.

“I’m here,” Dunk whispered back…hands slowly rubbing your shoulders. “The storm seems to have cleared a little… but I reckon there’s more to come though. Warmin’ up any yet?”

“Yeah…a little.” You slowly lift your head, neck stiff and aching as you open your eyes. Your muscles were stiff and aching, and your fingers felt weak as they trembled against his chest.

“Good, that’s good,” Dunk's voice was scratchy as he met your gaze. “Thought we were gonners…thought that I…that I lost y’a.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sound of Dunk’s trembling voice - you had never heard it sound so utterly raw.

His arms tightened around your smaller frame, somehow pressing you closer to his bare chest as his fingers dug into your soft arms.

“I’m here, I’m here!” You say quickly, reaching a weak hand up to cup his face.“I’m right here.”

“I thought I failed y’a.” His eyes closed, lips trembling as he leaned into your touch. “Thought I had lost y’a, before I even had the chance to tell y’a-”

He freezes.

“Dunk?” You whisper, glancing at him. “Tell me what?”

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Just a short one tonight, it’s been a while since I’ve posted, so I’m just easing back into it! Smut (and longer chapter) comes in pt2 tmw 👀

[e-m-christina]

I’m alive (hardly!)

Between almost 2 months of extreme sickness followed by my dissertation (due next week) I haven’t been active. But I’m almost free and I can update my work! It’s been a long 2 months with no writing (I’m super sorry!) but the first to be updated will be:

Once Upon a Dream (Ser Dunk x Reader)

A Dance of Dragons and Falcons (Valarr x Reader)

Dunk’s Collection of Would Include’s

And…two secret series I have been working on in my spare time (cough, cough, one for Daeron the Dreamer and one for Aerion)

Now that I’m active again, feel free send in requests again!

MASTERLIST

[e-m-christina]

WAIT have you ever been on quotev.com?? I have a mutual on there with the name E.M. Christina omggg is it you 🥹🥹

OMG YES I AM!!! HELLLLOOOOOO

Small world hahahah! HOW ARE YOUU?

[e-m-christina]

Jealous Dunk Would Include: (pining edition)

Part 2 of ‘Dunk’s Would Include Collection.’

Find part 1 here

Warnings: Jealousy, Dunk is a love-sick fool for his best friend, pining, angst, fluff, very brief mention of smut.

Coming soon: Dunk Confessing His Feelings would Include, Jealous Dunk (boyfriend edition), Dating Dunk Would Include, Dunk's Love Language Would Include.

MASTERLIST

GUESS WHO IS BACK FROM THE DEAD

Dunk was absolutely, irrevocably head over heels for you - literally and figuratively.

The boy would sooner trip over a dragon egg before he would confess those feelings.

Naturally, he found himself… jealous.

Now, this was not something Dunk was particularly accustomed to feeling; he considered himself a rather reasonable, friendly and good-natured fellow.

Yet, more and more frequently, he found himself with a white-hot poker twisting in his ribs whenever you interacted with or mentioned another man.

After all, Dunk had never been in love with somebody before, so these feelings were completely new and he felt out of depth - even more so than usual.

But Dunk was simply too nice to say anything, and would reason to himself that you were ‘just his best friend’ and that ‘he had no right to act like such a great-lumbering, jealous fool.’

Under the jealousy, Dunk was insecure and afraid.

Afraid that you would find a man more worthy than him.

A man with a pretty face and even prettier words.

Afraid that he would lose his best friend and the only girl he has ever loved.

And deep down, he believed that was what he deserved.

You were as fair as the dawn, and he was...just Dunk, squire to an old hedge knight.

You deserved a handsome lord with fancy words and a charming smile.

What could he offer you?

Dunk could hardly string a sentance together in front of you without stumbling over his words, never mind confessing his feelings or telling you how pretty you were.

And forget writing you love letters or poetry - he could hardly read and write enough to get by, never mind damn poetry.

(Though, Dunk would stay up late into the night, practising his reading and writing with a boyish hope that one day, if you hadn't been swept off by some lord, he could write you a love letter).

He was poor, his clothes dirty, and his smile a little crooked.

He could only gift you the little wooden sculptures he'd whittle around the camp in the evenings, or if he was lucky and had a coin to spare, a small pastry from the local markets. Not riches and jewels.

You deserved someone who could give you the world.

And Dunk believed that would never be him.

So, he tried to content himself with being just 'best friends' despite how much he yearned for more.

Despite how he would lie awake every night, imagining a life with you.

Imagining what it would be like to touch you.

What it would feel like to call you his.

To Hold your hand.

Sing you terrible love songs.

Kiss your soft lips.

To spin you in his arms and pepper your cheeks with kisses.

Hear his name on your lips as he made love to you under the night sky.

To wake up next to you in the morning and bury himself back into you all over again.

To live in a little cottage with a herb garden with you.

To simply just love you.

But to Dunk, this was all just a dream.

Yet the thought that one day, someone else would experience everything he had ever dreamed about made him sick.

The thought alone sent white-hot jealousy through his veins.

Even in the most mundane interactions, he found himself prickling.

When you went to the markets for morning bread, he would stand behind you with folded arms and a scowl as you spoke with the merchant boy.

And by the Seven, he hated it when new market stalls popped up.

It was bad enough that he had to watch you do your rounds each morning (and yes, he knew it was ridiculous to be jealous about, but he did not like how the young men would gaze at you with heart-eyes - especially that damn baker-boy).

So if a new stall opened up, his day would be off to an even worse start - a new potential threat to his love life.

One time, a handsome young trader from Essos had set up a temporary stall selling handmade Asshai jewellery.

Of course, you had to go running off to take a look.

By the end of the ordeal, Dunk was all but foaming at the mouth as he watched the young man measure your fingers for rings and take way too long and linger too much as he clasped a necklace around your neck.

Dunk vowed to never visit Asshai after that.

And still, he did not say anything; he just glowered in silence and made comments about the traders 'dubious craftsmanship,' as you left.

He would never outwardly admit that he was jealous.

Dunk would stand a little closer to you when you spoke with others.

Sometimes a little too close - not that you minded if you even noticed at all (Ser Arlan did though, and would roll his eyes at his squires painfully obvious behaviour).

Dunk hated it when you watched sparring matches on market days, and would go to no end to steer you away.

He wanted you to look at him when he sparred. Not other men…he just wanted you to think he was good enough too.

Though Dunk was silent most of the time about his feelings, if a drunkard or perv tried anything with you, he would not hesitate to step in.

At that point it wasn’t jealousy, he was just angry that someone dared hurt you or dishonour you.

And he would not go easy on them…and would not stop until they apologised…

Not to him, but to you.

Despite his jealousy, Dunk’s insecurity remained, and he sought comfort and reassurance in the only way he knew how: touch.

When you strolled through the market stalls, he would walk just a tad too close, brushing his arm against yours.

When you were speaking to someone he deemed better than himself, his fingers would nudge against your hand as if to remind you that he was still there.

Still your Dunk.

And at night, once you had fallen asleep, he would secretly work on making gifts for you - carved little figures, twine bracelets and good luck stones.

In his own lovestruck and insecure way, he hoped that you would be reminded of him each time you saw those trinkets.

That you wouldn't forget about him.

And deep down, perhaps a more territorial side of Dunk liked it when you wore his gifts.

Thanks for reading! I’m finally (mostly) over my food poisoning. Apologies for any mistakes!

If you liked this, I have a Dunk x Reader SERIES ongoing! Feel free to check it out (or not!) Updates will begin for that again now that I’m plague-free!

[e-m-christina]

Hiii, I was wondering if you had time. Maybe you could make one where reader is maekar daughter which they have really good relationship since Reader is the only daughter( Daella and Rhae don’t exist) and is married to Valarr and have been since they were young and who have a very loving relationship. it takes place during the Great Spring Sickness and reader is like 7or 8 months pregnant and is already high risk pregnancy and the news of Valarr’s death causes her to go into early labor and she sadly dies during the labor but not before giving birth to a daughter. Valarr and reader are both burnt together. And maybe you could write it like if someone was reading about it in the history of westrose history and it talks about the aftermath of reader’s death and how maekar never recoveries from her death and wears on of her rings and on his death there is a tell of him talking to his dead daughter. Sorry if it a little confusing or if anyone is spelled wrong ❤️

Added to my list! Thanks for requesting! I have to work on the next chapters of my 2 series and a couple of requests first (there’s a small back log as I have been sick) but I LOVE this! Sorry if it takes a little longer to get to, but I PROMISE I will!

Hopefully by next Friday my lovely 🤍

[e-m-christina]

hope you’re feeling better 🥹💆🏻‍♀️ (im also recovering from a cold 😔💔)

Heyyyy! This is the first day I actually feel GOOD. WOHOO. But noooo I’m sorry you’re sick!!!! I hope you feel better soon diva 💔!

I’M ACTUALLY POSTING TODAY - sorry for the false hope I gave everyone about posting yesterday, I thought I was going to, but felt too ill 😭 BUT IT IS HAPPENING TODAY I PINKY PROMISE

[e-m-christina]

Is your plague over my liege?? Because I legit giggling and kicking my feet to your Dunk hc’s and was wondering if you were feeling up to maybe doing some jealous!Dunk hc’s?? No pressure tho! 🫶

GOOD DAY 🫡

Haha it is passing! I tried to get more written yesterday and was supposed to post, but another bout of sickness took me.

I’m feeling a whole lot better today and have been finishing my Dunk chapter 2 (once upon a dream) and a Jealous!Dunk head canon!

They shall be posted promptly (probably in the morning)

Thank you for checking in 😆🤍

[e-m-christina]

Pleasee more of aerion one shot or fic, maybe with a dark toxic theme because he's pretty toxic, angsty stuff

Your wish is my command 🫡

I actually have an idea in mind, perhaps a mini-series dark fic! I’ll keep you all posted. I also have like 3 other Aerion one-shots in the drafts (some smut, some fluff and some angst).

Thanks for requesting!! If anyone wants tagged, let me know!

🩷🩷🩷

[e-m-christina]

so excited for the rest of your Valarr fic

he’s got little to no screen time but I’m so obsessed already 😏

PAHAHA I just woke up and this was the first thing I laid my eyes on. I’m still getting over a fever from food poisoning so you have no idea how funny this is right now, I started cackling. This picture had no reason to be this fucking funny 😭

And of courseeeeeee!!! Thank youuuu for reading - I know right? I hope he gets more screentime or even a few lines soon 🤍

[e-m-christina]

A Dance of Dragons & Falcons | V.T x Reader

SERIES INFO & MASTERLIST

Can a childhood love withstand the passage of time…and the unforgiving world of politics? (Valarr x Reader) (Valarr x Reader x Aerion)

Tags: mutual pining, childhood best friends to lovers, angst, first love, Aerion being himself, eventual smut, love triangle.

GENERAL MASTERLIST

Chapter I: Favours

Your father, Lord Donnel Arryn, ruler of the Eyrie and protector of the Vale, had been called upon to serve as King Daeron’s war strategist in King's Landing, when you were just nine years old.

Begrudgingly, your father agreed on one condition: that you and your sister, Alys, were to accompany him to the Red Keep and learn the ways of court and ruling, as he had no sons to take his stead once he died.

King Daeron accepted your father's request and promised that you’d both be raised alongside his grandsons, the royal princes Daeron, Aerion, Aemon, Aegon, Matarys and Valarr. And so, your uncle took regency of the Vale in your father's stead as you found your new home in the Red Keep.

You remembered the first day in the Capital as if it were yesterday; clutched in your hands was a small cloth doll, a parting gift from your mother, as you peered out the carriage window toward the looming castle of Kings Landing.

The sun had dipped below the harbour, setting the walls of the Red Keep ablaze with crimson, and its large turrets and ramparts cast long black shadows across the city like oppressive arms.

You had heard the stories about the palace; how it was rumoured that there were secret passages that you could get lost in and never find the light of day again, and in the darkness of the castle’s bowls, lay a room filled with jaws and skulls of terrible monsters.

The doll fell from your hands in a rumpled pile as you ducked into your father's side, small arms wrapped around his waist as you tried to hide from the approaching fortress. Your eyes squeezed shut, wishing yourself back home, trying to imagine the rolling mountains that surrounded the Eyrie, the waterfalls that cascaded like silver floods down the great carved-falcon rock faces and the great purple sky that gleamed with the light of a million stars.

But all you could see was the Red Keep’s shadows, reaching out to get you.

Unlike you, your sister was pressed against the window, her hair glimmering in the evening light as she beamed at the castle. Alys was three years older than you; her twelfth name-day had passed just a few days prior. Her smile faltered when she saw you cowering into your father's side, and her nose wrinkled. 

“Stop crying.” She whispered, slender fingers plucking the fallen stitched doll off the ground before shoving it onto your lap. “You’re going to crease your dress if you hunch like that!” 

“I don’t care about my stupid dress!” You sniffled, clutching the doll once again. “I want to go home!”

“You just have to spoil everything, don’t you?” Alys tugged at your blue silks, straightening the fabric. “This is our home now. We get to live with the Princes, like in those fairy-tale stories the old Septa would tell us - now stop whining and make yourself pretty!”

9 Years Later

“Y/n? We have arrived.” The gentle voice of your handmaid, Elia, a Dornish girl who had been assigned to you when you first arrived at Kings Landing, by King Daeron, pulled you from your restless slumber. Despite being your handmaid, Elia had grown over the years into one of your closest friends. 

She was only two years older than you, with glossy black hair, olive skin and kind eyes. In private, neither of you used formalities and favoured gossip about the most recent news from the Red Keep. As a serving girl, she heard rumours and news that would otherwise not reach your ears, and you both had spent many nights whispering and giggling into unholy hours. 

“Thank the Gods.” You groan, sitting up with a stretch. Your shoulders ached from slumping against the window of the carriage, and your head pounded from the sweltering sun that blazed through the thin window lace. With bleary eyes, you peer out the window, blinking.

Your carriage rolled through the bustling grounds of Ashwood Meadow, third in the line of royal carriages. In the front, the most intricately carved carriage was Prince Baelor, Prince Maekor, your lord father, and Alys. The second one sat your best friend, Valarr, and his cousin, Prince Aerion, though Daeron, who was supposed to be accompanying them, had gone missing four nights prior, along with Aegon, who was supposed to be riding in your carriage with Elia.

Little Prince Aegon had insisted that the other carriage was too hot and requested to ride with you instead, which you gladly (and always) accepted, as you knew the truth. You knew the real reason why the little prince wanted to accompany you. And that reason had silver hair and was riding in the carriage in front. 

You often feared that reason, too.

“I hope Daeron and Aegon will be alright…” You sigh, voice trailing off as you stare at the colourful silk pavilions popping up from the ground, market stalls being erected and the swarms of bodies setting up the tourney grounds.

You knew Aegon would have been plastered to the window, with wide lavender eyes right now, and you would have mirrored that reaction, but the thought of him missing made your heart heavy. You had grown protective of the little prince over the years. 

“I’m sure they are alright. How many times has Prince Daeron gone missing again? He’s probably passed out with Aegon trying to look after him.” Elia says, nudging your shoulder, trying to lift your spirits.

“I know, I just fear for them.”

Before you could dwell too long in your anxieties, Elia continued, wiggling her dark eyebrows, “In other news, I heard that your pavilion will be right next to Prince Valarr’s.”

“Elia, keep your voice down!” You groan, planting your face in your hands and shot her a glare from between your fingers. 

“Anyways,” Her laugh fills the carriage as you slump against the seat with hot cheeks. “I know you two will be sneaking into each other’s tents like you always do at these events. But by the Seven, this time spare us all the pain and instead of reading your boring books together, just get it over with and ki-”

“Seven Hells!” You clamp a hand over her grinning lips, muffling her voice. “We are just friends. Nothing more.” 

You wait a few moments before removing your hand, shooting her your infamous ‘another word and you're dead,’ look.

“Does Valarr know that?” 

“Elia!”

After an hour of unpacking, you flop onto your soft bed with a sigh. Your royal tent was spacious, the material a spun silk of light blue with white trimmings - House Arryn’s colours. Despite living most of your life among the Targareyns in Kings-Landing, you always made sure to bear the colours and sigils of your family.

Inside, you had a comfortable bed of fur, a sturdy elm-wood chest for your clothes, and a table already littered with books and maps. Beside your bed was a smaller table, on which lay a plate of half-eaten lemon tarts, perfume oils and a small blade - Valyrian steel - though the handle had been re-forged into the head and wings of a Falcon, the sigil of your house. A lady had to be prepared after all.

“Going to sleep before our dear Valarr’s tournament? How… rude.” A familiar voice says - aloof and mocking,  jolting you upright. 

Silhouetted against the night sky as he held the tent flap open, stood Aerion. Though it was too dark to see his eyes, you could feel the freezing weight of his gaze. Your skin prickled.

“No, I was just resting.” You mutter, not meeting his gaze as you push yourself off the bed. Your once cozy space felt a little colder now as you made your way across the tent. “And I believe the rudeness lies with you, by not announcing yourself before entering a ladies' tent!”

“Come now, I thought we were friends.” Aerion’s lips twitch into a smirk. He didn’t miss the way your gaze darted everywhere but him, or the way you hovered a touch too close to the small table holding your blade. “Besides, my uncle Baelor told me to come fetch you. We are heading to the royal box.”

“I can make my way there, myself.” You say, fastening the cloak around your shoulders. Your mind races, By the Seven, don’t let him come closer. Don’t let him in. Don’t let him near me.

“Suit yourself, just leave your Dornish-whore handmaid here.” Aerion says, though his smirk seemed a little tighter than usual.

Your jaw twitched. If it were anyone else, you would have slapped them for insulting your friend. But you knew better than to strike him - you still bore the scar from when you were fourteen. As he turned to leave, you let out a breath.

Suddenly, he paused in his tracks.

“... Did you need something else?” You say tentatively, eyes trained on the back of his silver head. Please say no. He stands in silence for a few moments longer, his shoulders tense. 

“No, that was all…” Another long, long pause. “Be quick about getting ready.”

And he was gone.

The tourney ground was mobbed.

From your seat in the royal box, you could see the swarms, like a raging sea of bodies below you, roaring and wild. You sat beside your sister, Alys, watching as the great torches were lit and the horns called the riders to the field. You loved tourneys. Even as a child, you had liked to imagine yourself as a contestant, riding one of the horses as your spear splintered against the armour of your opponent. 

As your eyes scanned the crowds, you couldn’t help but smile at the boisterous singing and antics of the common folk as they cheered and laughed below. In a way, you envied their freedom. Just when you turned to say something to your sister, two figures in the crowd on the opposite side of the field caught your eye.

Pressed against the bannister at the front stood the tallest man you had ever seen in your life, and on his shoulders was perched a young boy. 

“Is that..” You whisper in disbelief as you squint your eyes at the small figure on the large man's shoulders. But before you could make out any more detail, a horn echoes through the night air, sending the crowd into frenzied roars, and the boy jumped off the man's shoulders, disappearing into the sea of people. No, it couldn’t have been…

“They are asking for favours!” Alys whispers, shaking you out of your daze. “I hope that Tyrell Knight asks for mine!”

But your gaze had already fixed on him - cantering around the tourney field, kicking up plumes of dust, was your best friend. Valarr was sitting on a great black horse, his dark-scaled armour glinting under the torchlight as he rounded another corner, waving at the roaring crowds.

Your breath catches as he turned, shooting a crooked grin up to the royal seat in which you sat, before pulling his helm over his silver-streaked brown hair. Idiot. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his display - you were so going to tease him about it afterwards. You always did. Yet, as you watched him trot past the cheering crowd, you couldn’t help but fidget with the friendship bracelet he had given you when you were thirteen. 

Your fingers squeezed around the charm bracelet each time he slowed near a box of ladies or highborn princesses. It was silly, you knew, yet you couldn’t help but feel your chest tighten as you watched him circle the crowds…

Get a grip, he is just your friend, nothing more, you scolded yourself silently. You sigh and force yourself to tear your gaze away and focus on the other riders asking ladies for favours, and bite back a laugh as Alys all but curses Tyrell’s name when he asks another maiden for her favour. 

“And for my favour… Lady Y/n?” A voice calls up to you from below.

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Requesting Info - 2026

Hi friends, here is my updated list of who and what I will write for! Please feel free to send in requests or message me, I love making friends!

I will write anything from fluff, smut, angst, to drabbles and a long multi-chapter slowburns! So don't hold back!

MASTERLIST

GAME OF THRONES / HOUSE OF THE DRAGON/ KNIGHT OF THE 7 KINGDOMS

Aemond Targaryen (+ OSFERTH from TLK)

Ser Gwayne Hightower

Aegon Targaryen

Cregan Stark

Ser Duncan the Tall

Aerion Targaryen

Valarr Targaryen

Daeron ‘the drunk’ Targaryen

Jamie Lannister

Viserys III Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Lyonel Baratheon

VIKINGS

Ivar Lothbrok

Floki

Bishop Heahmund

Hvitserk Lothbrok

LORD OF THE RINGS/HOBBIT

Aragorn

Fili Durin

Kili Durin

Thranduil

Bard

THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

Eskel

Jaskier

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DUNK HAVING A CRUSH | Would Include

Part 1 of Dunk's 'would include collection'.

Coming soon: Jealous Dunk Would Include, Dunk Confessing His Feelings would Include, Dating Dunk Would Include, Dunk's Love Language Would Include (18+).

Tags: Fluff, pining Dunk, first love, slight jealousy.

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The moment Dunk realised that he had developed a crush on you, his best friend, he immediately tried ignore it.

He thought that if he pretended he didn't have feelings for you, they simply would just poof! Disappear.

And oh, how wrong he was.

Over time, he learned to live with his secret feelings for you, though he still feared you might figure it out due to how obvious he was despite his efforts.

Which was something old Ser Arlan never got bored of teasing him about.

Dunk was not the brightest tool in the shed, Ser Arlan had always reminded him of that, and he had a tendency to trip over his words and feet - and that was on his good days.

When he was around you, he acted like a blundering fool.

It had suddenly become more difficult to string a coherent sentance around you, and for some reason, he found himself falling flat on his arse or knocking things over (including you on a few occasions) due to his nerves.

He knew it must have been a comical sight for Old Ser Arlan to watch him, a bear of a man, act like a damned blushing maid.

And when Dunk saw another man talk to you…it made him feel hot, his chest too tight.

He would unintentionally loom behind you like a massive storm-cloud, glaring at whoever was pulling your attention away.

Dunk wasn’t good with words, so a lot of his affection and concern came from touch or acts of service.

And scolding. He wasn’t great at verbalising feelings, especially concern or worry when it came to you.

‘You’re too clumsy for your own good.’

‘Don’t wander off, where I can’t see y’a!’

‘I’ll clout y’a if you do anything reckless like that again!’

When Dunk wasn't stumbling about like a bull in a China shop or worrying sick about you, he spent his time hanging onto your every word.

Every touch, brush of your hand against his or pat on the back made his heart thump faster.

Dunk was quiet and shy, despite his height, so he sought your approval in small ways.

He would wake up extra early so he could mend your clothes if they were torn.

He would always scoop an extra ladle of stew into your bowl at dinner time, even if that meant he got a little less.

When he was sparring with you, he would purposely trip over or fall so that you could win.

Dunk was always the first person at your side if you were injured, even in the most minor way.

He would fuss over little nicks and cuts as if they were life-threatening (and tried not to blush at the feel of your skin under his fingers).

One time, you had fallen and split your lip. When Dunk found out, you were certain he was going to pass away from stress as he dabbed away the blood and scolded you for being clumsy.

It was then, when he was tending to your split lip, that he came closer than ever before to confessing his feelings.

The sight of your pretty face - so close to his that he could feel your breath fan his face while his thumb brushed over your soft, warm bottom lip, made his mind temporarily stop working altogether.

And when you gazed back up at him with that curious look in your bright eyes, he found himself leaning in...

Until the coughing of old Ser Arlan broke him from his trance.

Dunk all but scrambled back, hurriedly finished cleaning your cut and spent the rest of the day as far away from you as possible, scolding himself for being so damn obvious.

He just prayed that you didn't notice.

And you didn't.

But the way Ser Arlan wiggled his eyebrows at Dunk showed that he definitely did, and he was not about to let Dunk off the hook, tease-free.

Dunk wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

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Jealous!Dunk head cannons next! (Once I’m over my plague)

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I’m STILL so fucking ill, I fear I have the plague and shall not live to see the dawn (severe food poisoning)

Found this pic of Aerion and had to share it tho

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DUNK HAVING A CRUSH | Would Include

Part 1 of Dunk's 'would include collection'.

Next: Jealous Dunk Would Include, Dunk Confessing His Feelings would Include, Dating Dunk Would Include, Dunk's Love Language Would Include (18+).

Tags: Fluff, pining Dunk, first love, slight jealousy.

MASTERLIST

The moment Dunk realised that he had developed a crush on you, his best friend, he immediately tried ignore it.

He thought that if he pretended he didn't have feelings for you, they simply would just poof! Disappear.

And oh, how wrong he was.

Over time, he learned to live with his secret feelings for you, though he still feared you might figure it out due to how obvious he was despite his efforts.

Which was something old Ser Arlan never got bored of teasing him about.

Dunk was not the brightest tool in the shed, Ser Arlan had always reminded him of that, and he had a tendency to trip over his words and feet - and that was on his good days.

When he was around you, he acted like a blundering fool.

It had suddenly become more difficult to string a coherent sentance around you, and for some reason, he found himself falling flat on his arse or knocking things over (including you on a few occasions) due to his nerves.

He knew it must have been a comical sight for Old Ser Arlan to watch him, a bear of a man, act like a damned blushing maid.

And when Dunk saw another man talk to you…it made him feel hot, his chest too tight.

He would unintentionally loom behind you like a massive storm-cloud, glaring at whoever was pulling your attention away.

Dunk wasn’t good with words, so a lot of his affection and concern came from touch or acts of service.

And scolding. He wasn’t great at verbalising feelings, especially concern or worry when it came to you.

‘You’re too clumsy for your own good.’

‘Don’t wander off, where I can’t see y’a!’

‘I’ll clout y’a if you do anything reckless like that again!’

When Dunk wasn't stumbling about like a bull in a China shop or worrying sick about you, he spent his time hanging onto your every word.

Every touch, brush of your hand against his or pat on the back made his heart thump faster.

Dunk was quiet and shy, despite his height, so he sought your approval in small ways.

He would wake up extra early so he could mend your clothes if they were torn.

He would always scoop an extra ladle of stew into your bowl at dinner time, even if that meant he got a little less.

When he was sparring with you, he would purposely trip over or fall so that you could win.

Dunk was always the first person at your side if you were injured, even in the most minor way.

He would fuss over little nicks and cuts as if they were life-threatening (and tried not to blush at the feel of your skin under his fingers).

One time, you had fallen and split your lip. When Dunk found out, you were certain he was going to pass away from stress as he dabbed away the blood and scolded you for being clumsy.

It was then, when he was tending to your split lip, that he came closer than ever before to confessing his feelings.

The sight of your pretty face - so close to his that he could feel your breath fan his face while his thumb brushed over your soft, warm bottom lip, made his mind temporarily stop working altogether.

And when you gazed back up at him with that curious look in your bright eyes, he found himself leaning in...

Until the coughing of old Ser Arlan broke him from his trance.

Dunk all but scrambled back, hurriedly finished cleaning your cut and spent the rest of the day as far away from you as possible, scolding himself for being so damn obvious.

He just prayed that you didn't notice.

And you didn't.

But the way Ser Arlan wiggled his eyebrows at Dunk showed that he definitely did, and he was not about to let Dunk off the hook, tease-free.

Dunk wanted the earth to swallow him whole.

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EAT HER UP | A.T

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Pure filth, featuring a morning wake-up from a certain silver-haired prince's tongue (18+)

Sunlight streamed through the large stained-glass window, like a river of colour washing over your sleeping form. The first thing you felt was the morning sun's rays enveloping your skin like a soft hug.

The Red-Keep was slowly coming alive; the sounds of servants' footsteps and chattering in distant halls filled the air, and the scent of fresh bread, sweet apple-cakes and roasted morning meats wafted into your chambers. A soft sigh escapes your lips, but you don’t open your eyes yet, too content to bask in the gentle morning serenity. 

The second thing you felt? Him.

“Good morning.” You whisper, dipping your fingers under the silk sheets to trail through his silver hair. The heat of Aerion’s mouth trailing against the tender skin of your inner thighs was a familiar one; you did not need to open your eyes to know it was your husband. 

“Took you long enough.” The vibration of his voice,  thick with the remnants of sleep and lust, sent a shiver down your spine. His teeth nip against your skin as his wet kisses trail higher. “Feeling lazy today, are we?”

“Shut up.” Your voice comes out breathy as his fingers tighten around your thighs, spreading them a little wider as he worked his teeth, lips and tongue over the already hickey-painted skin, placing fresh dark marks over the faded ones. 

“Feisty this morning, wife.” Aerion’s fingers travel up your thighs, scratching and squeezing as they go before settling on your soft hips. “I’ll make you regret that insolence.”

Before you can even think of a retort, he teasingly ghosts his lips over your already slick-heat, making you gasp. It was only a whisper of a touch, yet it drove you crazy, and the worst, most infuriating part? He knew it.

“Open your eyes,” His silky voice demands as he squeezes your hips. “I want you to look at me.”

Your hips roll instinctively towards the familiar allure of his lips. He would not ask a second time. He never asks a second time. Your eyes flutter open, blinking against the soft morning light…and your breath catches in your throat.

You had seen him like this almost every morning of your marriage, yet the sight never failed to make you squirm. Aerion's usual perfect silver hair was a mess from sleep, his pale cheeks flushed, and his lips were swollen from kisses as he lay between your legs, basking in the golden rays of light. Yet it was his eyes that made your fingers clutch the sheets just a little tighter.  They bore into yours; the usual violet was almost completely blackened with want as he stared up at you, challenging you to look away. You never did. 

“Good.” It was a simple praise, but from Aerion? It made your chest swell. You watched him gaze up at you for a few more achingly long moments. “You look pretty like this.” He whispers, before finally slipping his tongue against your heat in a slow, teasing drag.

“Fuck.” You gasp, hips jerking foward but his grip tightened, forcing you still.

“...Taste pretty too.” Aerion murmurs, drawing his tongue back into his mouth for a moment to savour your taste with a satisfied groan. It was sinful, the sight alone of him dipping his tongue back against you, licking and sucking as he stared up from between your thighs, could undo you.

It did not take long for Aerion to lose interest in teasing; he was not a patient man after all. Your hips struggled against his firm grip, needy and desperate as his lips planted hot, sloppy kisses against your heat. 

“Eyes. On. Me.” He growled, wrapping his lips around that sensitive little bundle of nerves that he just knew drove you crazy. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think; the only thing you could do was bite back a stream of curses that threatened to fall from your lips and try your best to keep your hips still for him.

A familiar ache tightened in your lower stomach, like an ever-burning and desperate heat as he flicked his tongue against you.  You whimper, propping yourself on your elbows as you look down at your husband make a mess of you with his lips. Your breath hitches as he dips his silver head lower, teasing your needy entrance with his hot tongue…before slipping inside. 

Immediately, your head falls back, and a cascade of gasps escapes your lips as you feel him drag inside you, slipping in and out in the most languid way, forcing your hips to chase him. Aerion's thumb pressed against your bundle of nerves again, rubbing in slow circles, guiding your pleasure closer as he fucked you with his tongue. The tension in your lower stomach tightened further, and you could feel your climax begin to build. When your moans of pleasure hit a new volume, and your hips began stuttering against his tongue, he knew you were close.

Just when you were going to come undone, Aerion abruptly withdrew his lips and tongue, pulling a needy whine from your lips as your hips buck, searching for him. A grin danced on your husband's lips, which now glistened with your wetness, as he watched you writhe and jerk in need of his touch. 

“Cruel.” You frustratedly choke out, the ache between your legs making you whimper, desperate to finish. 

“That I am, dear wife.” Aerion slowly licks your slick from his lips with a low hum. “But I did warn you, you would regret your insolence.”

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Apologies for mistakes, or if this is not my best work. I wrote this in 15 minutes at 2am and did not proofread it. Thanks for reading!!

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Valarr Targaryen being smitten with a maid, who grew up alongside him. As they got older his feelings for reader grew stronger and sadly Aerion Targaryen loves getting a rise out of Valarr, and notices how his cousins gaze always flickers towards reader when she isn’t looking. One day at family dinner, reader is one of the maids bringing food in and out of the dinning room and when she passes Aerion he slaps her behind and Valarr doesn’t hold back, he leaps over the table and starts being the shit out of him. You can decide what else happens. Thank you!

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