[morriganstark]

͏ ͏ ͏ㅤ ͏ ͏ ͏ ݁ ⛧ ₊ 𝓐m i no good ?

𝖒orrigan. she/her. non native english speaker. amateur writer. aries. history lover. equestrian. daydreamer. medieval nerd. bookworm. 18+.

requests are closed temporarily. inbox is always open.

━━⠀⠀request rules.

i only write for "x reader" and not "character x character", i just don't think i'm a good enough writer for that yet. i only write for fem!reader or gn!reader. only request for characters listed below. i am open to violence, gore, smut, angst, dead dove, and pretty much any genre of writing, including darker themes and targcest. i won't, however, write for dark versions of characters (ex: dunk where is he mean/cruel to the reader) as i want to capture the character's real personalities (similarly, i wouldn't write a "nice" version of a cruel character). i am willing to write for multiple characters x reader, though (ex: daeron x aerion x reader). i will write for wlw or straight pairings. platonic pairings are open for every character that i write for.

━━⠀⠀rules for smut requests.

as i said, i am willing to write targcest. dubcon is welcomed but noncon will not be written in great detail (if you wish for assault to have some part in the plot, that's fine but i personally will not write for smut that is non consensual for either party). i do not write for any watersports or scat play. any requests including a minor x adult is an absolute no and you will be blocked. if there's anything i missed or if you're curious about what i may or may not be okay with writing, just send an ask!

━━⠀⠀characters that my requests are open for.

aegon "egg" targaryen (platonic pairings only). aerion "brightflame" targaryen. baelor targaryen. brynden rivers. cregan stark. daeron the drunken. duncan the tall. jon snow. lyonel baratheon. maekar targaryen. raymun fossoway. robb stark. sandor clegane. tanselle too-tall. valarr targaryen.

[saint-orment]

oh my fucking word

[userhotd]

My Queen, we will meet again 𝜗ৎ lottie matthews

𝓟airing : adult obsessed! lottie x adult! reader

𝓢ummary : (follow this) van come to you first, she didn’t appreciate it and decided it was time to comeback too.

𝒞w: obsessive thoughts ? (ugh i feel like i had rush the end)

Did Van really thinks she can talk to you after breaking your heart years ago ? After Lottie picked it up and healed it ? Lottie won’t allow it.

You were hers back in the wilderness, her queen as she always called you, no way she will let Van take you back.

“Hey, what a surprise to see you here.”

Lottie tries to look surprised when she sees you near the bookstore where she already knows you spend your Saturday mornings, like the planning of the rest of your week too.

Van isn't the only one who has kept tabs on you. Lottie did it for years, she was just waiting for the opportunity to come get you back, and Van ruined it.

When you turned back and met her eyes, a flash passed through you ; A younger Lottie holding a large antler headdress, this one wrapped in mesh, decorated with moss, leaves, and bits of natural debris, making it look like it was built from the forest itself. God, beautiful.

You blinked slowly, “Lottie ?”

Her eyes catch yours, steady and unflinching as she nod. A small, teasing smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, and for a moment, you remember exactly why you fell for her in the first place, damn.

Van didn’t see this side of you, did she ? The wild, untamed one that thrived in the forests and the shadows and the quiet corners no one else understood. Lottie did. She always did.

You might have forgotten that side of you, but she didn’t, and doesn’t intend to. It will come back, she will make sure of it.

“I … I didn’t expect to see you,” you admit, your voice almost a whisper.

“Neither did I,” Lottie says, stepping closer. “But some things… some people, can’t stay away forever.”

You seem almost confused at that but hides it quickly, “it’s funny because I saw Van days ago, and now you.”

The past is getting too close for your own comfort, it seems.

“Yeah, funny.” Her jaws clenched at the mention of Van, but you turned your gaze to the bookstore, so you didn’t see it.

She noticed the way your gaze moves to the bookstore, she remembers the book nerd you used to be, giving these books such devotion.

She also remembers how devoted she was to you, a special memory coming in her mind.

The firelight flickered against the rough-hewn walls of the cabin, shadows stretching and dancing as if they were alive.

You sat close to Lottie, knees brushing, the scent of pine and smoke heavy in the air. She had that wild, untamed look in her eyes, but tonight it was softer, more intimate, like she was seeing something only you could give her.

“Don’t move,” she whispered, her hand brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Her fingers lingered longer than necessary, tracing the curve of your jaw as if memorizing it. “You’re mine, my queen.”

You laughed softly, but your heart thudded against your ribs.

Even in the chaos of the wilderness, even with the unknown pressing on every side, there was a gravity here, something about her claim, her worshipful devotion, that made the world shrink until it was just the two of you.

She leaned closer, and you could feel the heat of her breath, the faint scrape of antler charms against her chest. “I promised the forest my loyalty,” she murmured, “but I promised you my heart.”

It was a moment suspended, a secret between the two of you. For a heartbeat, the cold and fear of the wilderness melted away. Only Lottie and the way she made you feel, seen, safe, and impossibly cherished, existed.

And when her lips finally brushed yours, it was not just a kiss, it was a vow, wild and raw, and entirely yours.

She pulled out of her thoughts, “I won’t disturb you more, you seem busy right now, but can we see each other again ? I really want to.”

You were surprised, your two ex-girlfriends making their comeback the same week ?

What the hell was happening ?

“Hmm, yes, — I mean why not ?”

“Good, see you later then.”

Your brain didn't have time to register anything that she was already gone.

divider by @cursed-carmine <3

© userhotd ‎ ‎𐙚 don't copy, translate or repost my work without my consent. english isn’t my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes or faults <3

[morriganstark]

sorry to hear that the testing went bad :( sending love!! take your time with the new fic <3

yeah, it was pretty rough but necessary. luckily now i have a diagnosis so i actually know what's wrong with me (but it's not good, and will get worse until i die because there's no cure). my pain has gotten so bad this past month and i'm on a much stronger pain med which i'm a little worried about, but it does help. i've also started to have a lot of memory issues that make it hard to function so i can't work anymore. but writing makes me happy so don't worry about the fic cause it'll be out on friday probably!! thank you lovely anon 🤍

[morriganstark]

When will we get the Aerion fic ☹️

this week for sure! I planned to post it last week but I had a lot of medical testing done and I had an unexpected and rare reaction to one of the procedures that sent me into a flare up. I'm feeling better now and actually have most of it finished!! I just have writer's block on the first scene 🙏

[mikesseleven]

And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him. - The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda

[morriganstark]

seeing Finn in Prisoner is giving me motivation to finish this fic early. i need Aerion as a dad so bad also thanks to the person in the tags of my previous fic who originally gave me this idea

[morriganstark]

I have a nerve study done next Monday and Tuesday and I'm so scared because I have a severe phobia of needles and my anxiety meds haven't been working lately 😁 but if I survive that then my next fic will be coming after it

[itsacoffeemug]

I wonder if Maekar cried next to Daeron's deathbed. Holding Daeron's weak hand, pressing his knuckles against his own forehead, silently begging for his boy to stay

The last thing Daeron felt before dying was the cold wet feeling of his dad's tears against his weak hand

And it was too late for anything else. For any words to change anything between them, to make it better, to mend the broken pieces of their relationship

[morriganstark]

[morriganstark]

im debating on which fic to work on next so which would you all like to see first? a follow-up to my recent aerion fic or part 2 of widow and widower? (i am working on a few short requests in the meantime too!)

aerion x wife!reader (where maegor is still a toddler but they have a baby girl)

maekar x baelor's widow!reader

Voting ended onApr 26

[morriganstark]

YOUR THEME IS SO PRETTY OMG

TYSM!! i've been wanting to do a maren theme for a while now 🤍🤍

[morriganstark]

⛧ LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON

𝓹airing: aerion brightflame x wife!reader, maegor brightflame x mother!reader

𝔀arnings: fluff, reader has no physical descriptions other than looking "softer" after having maegor, soft!aerion (?), maegor is like two in this, not proofread and i wrote this so fast so it's probably bad, just a quick drabble based on this post.

𝓼ummary: maegor takes after his father in many ways - especially his love for you. children after learn from what they see and hear, and once your child begins speaking, he copies his father in his adoration.

Aerion knew that it was foolish to be jealous of a child.

Ever since you gave birth to his son - a silver-haired babe with wide, violet eyes, a boy he named after a cruel king of the past - the child had been attached to you. He was clingy, and whiny, and spoiled, but you had told him it was normal. All children were needy, but his son seemed to cling to you with a strength that belied his few months. Time that you once spent doting on Aerion was now all given to Maegor, the boy with chubby cheeks and his father's demanding attitude, wailing for milk or to simply be held.

He rarely got time alone with his own wife. He would, begrudgingly, have to settle for brief moments. He would cradle your cheek and steal a kiss, or you would pass him and give him a quick peck to the jaw or his temple, leaving his skin alight and warm. He would bring you your favorite tea in the evenings, or hover like a dragon watching his treasure as you tended to his son's needs. All the while, little Maegor would watch his parents, wide-eyed and curious.

Aerion had faith that it would change with time. Maegor would grow and become more independent, and soon he would have you to himself again.

At least, that's what he had tried to convince himself, but the gods had odd humor. His boy was the spitting image of him, appearance-wise… and in other ways. The child grew, learned to walk and how to speak in mumbled sentences, but he still clung to his mother like his little life depended on it. His chubby hands would curl around your skirts, his shorter legs hurrying to keep up with you as you made your way through the winding layout of Summerhall. He'd huff and stomp his little feet until you would inevitably relent and pick him up, and then he would curl his fingers around the neckline of your dress, holding tight as though his strength alone could keep him in your arms forever.

“You spoil him,” Aerion said once, when you entered your marital chambers with Maegor on your hip. You sighed, meeting his gaze as he sat lounged on the velvet-lined settee by the hearth.

“Children are meant to be spoiled, husband.”

“Hm,” Aerion hummed, a faint smile wanting to tug at his lips had he not forced it away. He watched you move about the bedchamber, your skirts whispering across bare stone and the rug by the bed. In the warm light that the hearth offered, you looked so… ethereal. The flames flickered across your features, and he found a quiet peace there. Motherhood had suited you well, and you fit into that role as if it were always meant to be. He quite liked that look on you: you, softened from carrying his seed, holding his heir upon your hip.

A bit of heat stirred in his gut. He forced it away.

Aerion rose with the grace of a prince, his footsteps measured across the floor as he approached his wife and child. He reached for your waist, but found his hands stalling as Maegor reached up to touch your face. Fat fingers probed at your cheek, imitating the way he so often saw his father cradle your face. His chubby hand was more clumsy, and sticky with sweet nectar from an orange he ate earlier, but the look in his big lilac eyes was intense as he stared at you.

“Mama, so beautiful.”

Aerion's brow furrowed as he watched you grin at that. “Thank you, sweet boy,” you hummed your thanks, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, just as you would do for your husband when he doted on you. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mama!”

Aerion watched the pair before him, his lips tugging into what could almost be described as a pout. His son loved you, just as he did. He learned the quiet ways of affection, and knew how to steal your heart. When you met your husband's gaze, he forced his expression to harden, though his heart swelled with something he had never felt. Deep, deep affection. The sight of his small family, of his sweet wife and their little boy, warmed a part of him that felt… new. He would not admit it, though. Dragons were made of thicker hides.

“Spoiled little brat.”

“He learned from you.”

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[bluecoolr]

Maekar was given the Dreaded Bowl on the day he was to meet his betrothed.

[the-darklings]

what a great day to be a finn bennet AND backrooms stan.

[morriganstark]

I am finally feeling a bit better so I may have something to post this Wednesday!! I'm not super motivated to do any requests (I am seriously so sorry 😭) but some thoughts of Aerion x reader have been consuming my mind.

Imagine your son, Maegor, being just like him in the sense that he can't go a moment without you. Since you were married, Aerion had always been a bit... clingy. Dragons guard their treasure, after all. Being married to you calmed him somewhat, as long as he is able to have you in his sight at all times. And little Maegor takes after his father in more ways than just the silver hair and lilac eyes, his chubby, tiny hands always reaching for your skirts as he walks next to you or demanding to be picked up and held even though he’s getting a bit heavy at three years old. (it makes Aerion it a bit pouty jealous that his son so easily gets your attention, but you make it up to him with a peck on his cheek). Children often mimic what they see and hear, so it's kind of Aerion's own fault. Especially when Maegor starts saying stuff like "mama, you're so beautiful." He's only following in his daddy's footsteps.

[morriganstark]

I couldn't get any writing done last week as I had a few unexpected family problems rise up. I feel like I always have excuses but this is much worse than my health stuff and is actually draining me mentally so I just can't get much done. I do plan to at least work on widow and widower this week but I can't promise that part 2 will be out soon 😖 I'm trying my best but don't be surprised if I am inactive for the foreseeable future

[padmespetal]

okay hear me out i’ve been thinking about baelor with an s/o who has an oral fixation, not necessarily in a sexual way but in the sense that she has been sucking her thumb since she was a little child, always has a strand of hair in her mouth, sleeve of her dress between her teeth, constantly nipping at her nails and the skin around it. generally she just needs to have something to keep her mouth occupied with because it is the only way she can calm herself and quell her anxiety. so when she marries baelor she’s super worried he’s going to think she’s weird and childish for having this ‘peculiarity’. she is deeply ashamed of it and desperately tries to hide it but he quickly realizes what’s going on and confronts her about it. except his reaction is totally unanticipated, he is not repulsed and he does not scold her for it like her septas and mother used to. he assures her it’s nothing to be ashamed of as long as she is not causing harm to herself. he even offers his own digits to help keep her mind off things. so the next time he catches her biting her nails or the skin around it he just presents his hand and she tentatively takes his fingers into her mouth. from then on it practically becomes a habit for both of them. while he’s reading his history books or going over tax grains she’s sitting beside him quietly — her warm mouth wrapped around his fingers as they quietly sit together. and then also imagine him shoving his fingers into her mouth while they’re… procreating and she just turns all whiny and mushy because it feels soo good to have him fill her in every literal sense of the word… yeah ok I think it’s time to log off🫠🫠🫠