crossover imagines

request rules: 

—i do NOT write full on smut! (as of 3/4/26 i do write smut but depending on request the length of it may not be long) open to spicy stuff but full on smut is a no go as of right now (at most im willing to do is suggestive but if your req has smut im not going to reject it or anything but i will not go into full detail.)

—i only write fem!reader or gn!reader

—things i will NOT write about: rape, assault, cnc, dub-con, self harm, significant age gaps (will add more to this list in the future but as im writing this im blanking)

—open to crossovers for the fandoms below! as well as regular fics 

—i do not write for female characters. i am pro lgbt <3, love y’all to pieces and stay safe in this political climate, but i do not have any experience with same sex/gender relationships so writing about will seem unrealistic and in my opinion weird.

—lastly, story length may vary depending on the request or my life circumstances. in some cases i may write drabbles or full length one shots

fandoms i write for: 

—link to the characters in those fandoms i write for!!

[the colored bold words are the ones im actively taking recs on and prefer them for now but the others are fine too!]

off campus | akotsk | bridgerton | the sandman | house of the dragon | marvel | challengers | criminal minds | the vampire diaries | the originals 

request format: 

—always include the ship. this is kinda obvious.

RULES/NOTES:

one prompt per req (you can send multiple reqs [bc i do have anon on so i can’t really check and i dont get reqs that often] however each req only can have one prompt) AND what character as which person

for example: jace velaryon as person b with prompt #2

instead of: jace velaryon with prompts #2, #5, #10

use the hashtag #d8fb, so i can keep track and have them apart from my other reqs

again these will all be drabbles, some may be less than or more than 500 words but nvr over 1k

once a prompt is claimed it will be scratched off!

lastly, pls only req for the guys above (love dean n garrett but the others lwk get no love but they will be a part of regular requests soon!)

PROMPTS:

Imagine person a returning the engagement ring they got for person b to the jeweller. Not because said no, but because person b had worked up the courage to propose before person a did. 

person b wearing person a ’s shirt, curled up in person a 's lap, their face in the crook of person a ’s neck, while person a absentmindedly plays with person b’s hair while reading something/scrolling on their phone. 

person a and person b decorating their house with seasonal decorations. 

person b and person a are singing karaoke together. 

person a and person b sitting outside together late at night and as the temperature begins to drop they snuggle up together. 

person a finding out that someone else hurt person b. They are now determined to find out the culprit and make them pay. 

person a watching person b doing something stupid and just smiling because they get to marry this dumbass someday. 

Person A wins a stuffed animal for Person B at the fair, hoping to impress them. Years later, Person B reveals that they still have the prize. 

Person A can’t tie ties so Person B gives them a hand. 

Person A’s partner breaks up with them, and although Person B feels bad for Person A, they can’t help but feel a certain…relief. 

Person A leans in for a kiss but gets quickly interrupted by Person B’s friends walking in. 

Person A: What are you doing out of bed? / Person B, sniffling up a storm: For the love of god I need to pee! 

Person A and Person B make a good team. The shy one is the brains and the outgoing one is the mouth in all their plans. 

Person B has went on countless dates, but nobody compares to Person A. 

Person A struggles to sleep at night, and hasn’t gotten a good nights sleep in forever. That is until Person B snuggles up with them. 

Person A and Person B going to see a movie where they spend the majority of the time kissing and laughing at how stupid the movie is. 

Person A is trying to really pull off their Halloween costume so they don’t wear their glasses but they have Person B guide them around to keep Person A from tripping over things. 

Person B falling asleep to Person A’s heartbeat. 

Person A and Person B go on a hike together. Person A dies on the first hill and begs for Person B to carry them.

Person A needs a model for their photography assignment, Person B just goes along with it.

just want to get a lil sappy and say thank you all from the bottom of my heart to anyone that has liked and reblogged my stuff! it truly means the world to me i'm shocked i have this many followers and notes across all of my works. i started writing fics when i was in middle school and if i told myself back then that i'd be posting my work to strangers and have them actually enjoy it she'd def lose her shit.

n e ways if you made it until the end thank you for reading all of this! <333

The cold crisp air of Winterfell made you shiver as you pulled the furs over your body. The sun shining through the room, Cregan’s firm hand on your stomach rubbing it. The peaceful morning doing nothing for your restless eyes.

“You rest well.” He asked as he felt you move.

“You watched me all night, you tell me.” You said turning to face him.

Cregan let out a gruff laugh. “Our little dragon wolf kept you up but you managed to sleep.”

He helped you sit up a sinking feeling flowing through your body.

“Something feels off,” You said, placing a hand on your bump.

“With the babe?” He placed his hands over yours.

You shook your head sitting up. “You know when you have those moments where you feel something bad is going to happen.”

“Such as?” 

“I don’t know. But I feel as if something is going to happen to Jace.” You whispered looking out the window into the foggy air.

Cregan shifted to sit up beside you.

“Don’t dwell on it. If it gets worse later you know where to find me.”

“Just rest.” Cregan gave a soft kiss on the side of your head making you nod.

He stood up getting ready for the day.You watched as he put on the various furs and his sword.

Throughout the day the feeling kept creeping up at random moments. These were the moments you wish you still lived on Dragonstone.

Anytime you felt uneasy you'd go to your mother or twin brother Jace. You could go to Cregan but nothing beats the comfort of being in a safe space.

You held the cloak closer to your body keeping a hand rested over your bump. 

You watched as Cregan sat at the table looking over war plans. Winterfell isn't deep within the war just yet but he wanted to be ready.

Jace was here not so long ago to fully secure Cregan’s allegiance to your mother. It was an easy decision given the fact you've been wed for months.

Sitting by the window you looked over the snowy skies. 

The hair on your neck raised as you turned to face him. A sharp pain creeping through your back as you sucked in a breath.

“You alright?” Cregan said, putting down the paper.

You held back a sob as the pain began to spread. A heat running through your chest and neck.

The metallic taste of blood filling invading your mouth.

Outside your dragon shrieked, sensing your discomfort.

In three strides Cregan was by your side crouching down grabbing your hand.

“Something's wrong.” You whispered eyes glossed over with tears.

“Shall I get the maester?” He stood up but you caught his arm before he could leave.

“Stay. Our child is fine.” You said your eyes filled with tears that were threatening to spill.

“What happened?”

“I don't feel him. I don't feel Jace.” Your voice cracked as you looked up at him.

“He is safe and protected in Dragonstone. Nothing could happen to him.” He let a nervous laugh slip.

His attempts to comfort you remained unsuccessful as tears began flowing down your cheeks.

You shook your head profusely, your throat aching as you continued crying.

“He’s dead.” You managed to choke out as Cregan pulled you in for a hug.

He moved to sit in the chair slipping you onto his lap. A hand firmly gliding up and down your back as your cries tired you out.

He carried you to your shared bedchambers and covered you up. His teeth caught his bottom lip as he stared at your tear stained face.

Cregan let out a sigh as he ran a hand over his face. He hoped you were wrong.

In a week's time Cregan stood on top of the wall watching beyond it.

“Lord Stark. A letter from Her Grace, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.” A voice caught his attention.

He nodded, sticking out his hand, and grabbed the piece of parchment.

The red seal of House Targaryen staring back at him made him tense up.

Her elegant handwriting made his breath hitch as he skimmed the words.

Prince Jacaerys Velaryon has died. A ceremony will be held on Dragonstone.

He cursed under his breath, heavy footsteps walking towards the hoist. Once he was back on the ground he came to find you.

He found you in one of the rooms laughing and talking with your ladies maids.

“Cregan! The ladies and I were thinking of a mix of northern and valyrian names for the babe.” Your bright smile practically lit up the room as you looked at him.

Your eyes traced his form dropping to the piece of parchment in his grip. When you looked up he was already staring at you.

Your heart sank as you stood up. Walking to the window looking out, the breeze doing nothing to calm you.

“May you ladies excuse us? I would love to hear the names another time.” Cregan said, opening the door.

One by one they all filed out leaving you both alone. The weight of something you both already knew lingered in the air.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” You asked not even turning to look at him.

“There was a battle over The Gullet. Jacaerys went to fight and died at sea. Both Jace and Vermax are gone.”

“How?”

“She didn’t say.”

A pang of guilt flooded Cregan’s chest as you clutched the windowsill. He walked up behind you and placed his hands over yours.

He knew how close you both were and you haven’t been able to visit home in a few months. The last time you saw him was months ago before you were even pregnant.

That was when you both were informed of Luke’s death. You only flew back when Rhaenyra found the cloak.

“I want them gone. Every single Green.” You whispered leaning back into his chest.

Cregan laid a hand on your stomach running it up and down. He didn’t know what other way to sooth you other than to hold you close.

He did care for Jacaerys. When he came to Winterfell they spent a lot of time together but that bond was nothing compared to the one you had.

“We have to go.”

“Agreed.”

“Promise me something.” You placed your hand on his and tapped it.

He hummed leaning his head on your shoulder.

“When you are called to fight, make no hesitations. Fight for my mother and now my claim to the throne. Avenge my brother.” You said.

“I will not hesitate."

Every part of you wanted to talk him out of it. But as he stormed through the halls of Dragonstone you opted out of it.

“Jace.” You called out, making him stop. “We can’t just disobey our mothers orders.” 

He turned to you, his eyes widening. “Those people have killed our brother, we cannot let them take more from our side.”

You turned to face the room your mother was locked in. You bit your lip staring back at him. “What if something happens? While we're gone.” You said walking up to him.

“Nothing will happen. I will take the blame when we return.” His eyes held a crazed look.

Jace continued walking, leading you to the dragonpit. He called on Vermax and you called on your dragon, Moonfyre.

You both stood on the edge waiting for them. He grabbed your hand giving it a soft squeeze. Jace stood in front of you using his free hand to cup your cheek.

He gave you a soft kiss melting away any fears you had.

“We can defeat them.” He whispered. “For our mother, and our house.”

You gave him a small nod watching as he mounted Vermax. He left the dragonpit as Moonfyre moved towards you.

“May the Seven favor us.” You whispered as you climbed onto her.

So far you and Jace were victorious in the fight. Successfully burning ships while evading their arrows and fireballs.

However neither of you could known what came next.

You were the first to spot her. Rhaena flying overhead on a dragon, an unruly dragon which is burning everything in sight.

They flew overhead as you swerved past the ships. Your eyes followed Jace as he flew above distracting the dragon. 

Rhaena’s cries filled the air as she tried reigning in Sheepstealer. She regained temporary control, making them fly high.

A dragon's roar caught your attention, making you look back.

A hand flew to your lips as you watched Vermax being weighed down into the water. 

“Help him.” You commanded your dragon pulling back.

“Dive.” You shouted.

Moonfyre grumbled diving down near the water.

A hot smoke breeze passed you as Sheepstealer returned, knocking your focus away from Jace. Rhaena’s voice kept shouting commands trying to draw the wild dragon back.

You could have never prepared for the sight before you. Vermax submerged into the water dragging Jace along with him. You held your breath as Jace became engulfed in water.

Sheepstealer wailed as you flew upward, your eyes breaking away from him.

He will be okay. 

He can do something.

Moonfyre was smaller than Sheepstealer and with the way the dragon seems out for blood. But you needed to get them away from Jace even if it killed you.

You circled around the wreckage flying high and low dodging Sheepstealer whenever they got too close. After a while Rhaena managed to reign her dragon in and flew away.

You let out a sigh of relief turning back on Moonfyre to go help Jace. Just to be met with his body floating in the water arrows embedded in his body.

A scream left your lips as you dove down toward his body. You leaned to the side grabbing his body from the water. Vermax flapped his wings in the water, managing to get some height.

You burnt the ship beside them allowing Vermax to move. The young dragon wailing at the sight of his lifeless rider.

Your hands shook as you pulled him over your lap. Your breathing picked up as you held him close.

Your mind was racing as you flew up. “We will be okay. You are okay.” You whispered, denial already seeping in.

Vermax followed steady behind, still wounded from the weights and hooks.

“You are going to be fine.” You let out a laugh.

Your stomach turned as you flew towards Dragonstone. How were you going to explain this to your mother?

That you both snuck out and tried to fight for her claim was a good reason. How would she take it knowing it cost her son's life.

“I will fix this.” You whispered, tapping his back. You nodded mindlessly thinking about various ways to try and fix this catastrophic mess.

This was far beyond what the maester’s could cure.

However there were rumors of resurrections happening in the Free Cities, namely Volantis. Where the red priestesses seemingly gather.

“Volantis, Moonfyre.” You said patting your saddle. 

“Go home to Dragonstone Vermax.” You shouted back at the other dragon.

You held Jace closer, eyes locked onto his wounds. The arrow lodged onto his back and shoulder, you couldn’t bear turning him to see the wound on his neck.

Moonfyre shrieked, flying up, guiding you towards Volantis.

You paced around watching the woman draped in red walk around the table. Her eyes examine every wound on Jace’s body.

“Are you able to do it?” 

She hummed, tapping her fingers on the table.

“He may not come back the same way he left this world. He could be different.” She said.

“I don’t care as long as he comes back to me.” 

She nodded looking at you. Her eyes narrowed as she let out a small grin. “You love him.”

You stood up not looking at her. “I do.”

“Do you believe it will work?” You asked, staring at his lifeless body draped on the table.

“You have faith in your Gods, we have faith in ours. Undress him and I will bring the fire.” She said, stepping out of the room.

You stripped the clothes from Jace’s body leaving him in only shorts, pulling out the arrows whenever you reached them. She emerged not a moment later with a bowl of water and a small pillar with wood. You stepped back watching closely as she began to work.

She lit the fire, grabbing a cloth, she wiped the excess blood staining his skin. Before reaching for scissors and cutting some of his damp curls. You tuned out the whispers as she tossed them into the fire.

You bit your fingernail watching as she circled the table. The words flowed effortlessly from her lips as she stopped to drench his hair.

She placed her hand on his neck and chest, her chanting filling the air. After finishing she turned to face you.

“Get some rest, young dragon.” The woman said, looking at you and back at Jace. “I will come find you in the morning.”

You walked towards him grabbing his cold stiff hand and gave it a small kiss. Something you’ve done countless times to comfort each other. Now seeming futile given the situation.

“Please come back to me.” You whispered.

You stepped out of the temple. You walked over to the open field where Moonfyre was circling.

She seemed to feel your presence landing down on the field. She leaned forward, her head coming closer. Her head nudged your chest giving a small grumble.

Moonfyre laid on the ground lifting her wing. You crawled under it and sat on her side cuddling into her scales.

“He’ll be okay, Moon. Our family is strong.” You whispered. She huffed putting down her wing engulfing you in warmth and comfort. Finally you let out the day's stresses.

By morning you were still under her wing but restless. Spending the night crying into Moonfyre’s side.

Moonfyre stood, wings expanding. She stepped back feeling another presence.

You stepped out from under her wing watching as the red priestess beckoned you over. You let out a shaky breath jogging towards her.

“Someone would like to see you.” She smiled pointing over to the temple.

Your eyes widened as you sprinted to the temple. As you opened the door you were stunned at the sight before you.

Jace was alive. 

No longer riddled with arrows and dripping blood.

“Jace.” You whispered running to his side.

“What happened? Where are we?” Jace said, voice raspy.

“We are in the Free Cities, Jace. Volantis.” You said sitting next to him.

“Vermax?” He asked, looking around.

“Home. I sent him away hoping the dragon lords can tend to him.” He nodded, taking in your words.

He touched his back, his head tilting to the side. His hands circled around his neck feeling the faint bump of a scar.

“Where are they? The arrows. There were so many.” He looked over to you, eyes narrowing.

“I brought you to Volantis to meet a red priestess. There were rumors of resurrections that have taken place here. I panicked and brought you here on Moonfyre.” You said, grabbing his free hand.

“You died Jace. When Vermax sank you were struck with arrows. I apologize for not asking but it's not like you could’ve answered.”

A faint smile appeared on his lips as you rambled. “Glad you can jest at my expense.”

A tear fell down your face as you listened to him laugh. A sound you never thought you'd hear again. He noticed quickly and wiped it away. 

He was back, your Jace was back.

“When this is over we should wed.” He said, grabbing your hand.

“Just please do not die again.” You smiled.

He shook his head giving your hand a small kiss. “I do not intend to. Until we are old, our hair fully white, both bearing the name Targaryen as we sit the throne alongside our heirs.”

A heat rushed to your face as he spoke. 

“We will win this.” He continued.

Glad to know his spirit is still intact.

“Help me dress.” Jace said as he stood up from the table.

You helped him to his feet and get into his clothes and guided him outside. You led him to Moonfyre and where the red priestess still stood.

“We are in your debt.” You said walking over to the red priestess.

“You or those that come from you will pay for it.” She smiled. 

“Hope you enjoyed Volantis.” She said before waving and walking back towards the temple.

You helped Jace climb onto Moonfyre’s saddle before mounting her yourself.

“How upset do you think mother will be with us?” Jace asked, clipping himself in.

“You were the one that locked her in her room Jacaerys. This time she may be the thing that kills you.” You laughed looking back at him.

A laugh fell from his lips. “At least we know where to go.”

these are just my personal no no’s you can drop stuff for others but i personally wont read them (i dont yuck ppls yums): cnc, rape/noncon, piss (no shade js not for me), assault, self-harm/ed, significant age gaps (i live for the controversal young gf trope but not those where reader is a fresh adult like 18-20 w a 50+ y/o man,, however reader being 20/30s w jack or robby im eating it tf up idk how to explain it)

—i feel like daeron and valarr would be ultimate girl dads.

—they’d both spoil their girls rotten, especially valarr.

—from the second that vaelyra could breathe you know how fast valarr is commissioning stuff for her

—dresses for the months to follow, wooden dragon figures, little tiaras, stuff that honors your house etc. basically the works.

—like that man is spoiling his daughter like it’s nobodies business

—also feel like valarr would be the type of father that needs to be near his kid regardless of the situation.

—council meeting? bouncing her on one leg while talking to his father and other lords. “she is the future of the realm she should learn early.”

—simple walk around the courtyard? he’s showing her every little thing in existence.

—(off topic but modern!valarr would def do the trend where ppl show their babies stuff they’ve never seen before,, okay back to akotsk!valarr)

—he’d also be the type to fall asleep with the baby in his arms/chest, or fall asleep beside the crib

—if you were to go look for him he’d def lie and say he just put her down and wanted to make sure she was asleep (he left your room two hours ago and still wasn’t back)

—daeron would be similar to valarr in a way and spoil the hell out of his daughter

—he’d get dresses in every color, custom mobiles (did they have those in hotd/got i honestly do not know but if not we imagine it okay), and little jewelry pieces

—he would also let you take on more than he does

—i feel like he’d fear hurting daera so he’d keep her close if he trusts himself fully

—like while she’s <5 he would fully hold her and be with her only if your around, after that anytime she needs him he’s there and he doesn’t care about anyone else

—sad thought: imagine daeron after a nightmare and cannot bare to wake you up so he walks to the nursery and stares at little daera sleeping, if she wakes up he’d hold her close rocking her. “i will always be here for you even in my darkest moments.”

—if she were to inherit his gift he’d honestly be heartbroken. he knows the struggle and the idea his girl has to go through it too he’d be wrecked

—they’d also raise the girls together in a way, like valarr would co-parent w you/daeron to take care of daera and vice versa

—but neither would overstep the other's boundaries

—valarr to daera: “if your father said no i also say no little one.”

—actually scratch that, valarr wouldn’t overstep but daeron def would for fun

—daeron to vaelyra: “both your mother and father said no. lucky for you sweetling i am neither, i will happily raid the kitchens with you.” (if daera is up at that time he’d hold both on one hip and take them both, or sneak around the castle with them like a lil spy mission but no one can be quiet)

—both will also give equal amounts of attention to each girl too tho, bc even if the girl isn’t theirs it’ll still be yours and they love you

—i feel like it’ll all be the same in general if more kids were to be added to the mix

—overall daeron and valarr #1 girldads

“sweetheart.” jack’s voice called out as he opened the door.

the only sound playing through the house was the tv and your dog running towards him. he placed his bag down crouching to give him a small pet.

he walked through the entrance hallway into the kitchen.

“can’t talk, may burn the kitchen.” you said, turning to look at him for a brief moment.

he walked up behind you resting his head on your shoulder. “let it.”

“let it what?” you laughed as his arms snaked around your waist.

“let it burn.” he whispered, giving a small kiss to your shoulder.

“miss you, and this side project is keeping you away from me.” he continued.

“i promised dana i’d bring it as a pick me up for last shifts mess.” you said shutting off the stove.

“she‘ll manage, she always does.” he was quick to say.

“yeah but I don’t want to be on the receiving end of it mr. abbot.” you both huddled over to the lined metal pan.

you poured the mixture into it, letting it sit for a moment. he pulled away and stared at you.

“well other abbot, i’m a doctor i’ll patch you up.”

you laughed, shaking your head. you grabbed the pan and placed it in the freezer.

he opened his arms, giving a slight frown.

“now that you have my full attention. how was your day.” you walked into his arms letting yours rest on his back.

his eyes searched yours. losing himself in his thoughts for a second before he shook his head.

“the regular stuff.” he said.

“so a lot blood and people.”

he nodded and looked away. he didn’t want to bring that part of his life into the house.

“you need a pick me up?” you asked, already moving towards the freezer.

you pulled out a small pan. you smiled as you placed it down going over to grab a knife.

“i thought you didn’t want to face dana’s wrath.” jack teased crossing his arms peering into the tray of fudge.

“i made a separate batch earlier to test for sweetness.”

“too much fudge can kill you, you know.” he joked.

you rolled your eyes cutting a small square.

he took the piece from your hand and took a bite. he raised his thumb nodding at the taste.

“wow that is amazing.” he said smiling softly.

he took the knife from your hands, cutting another small piece.

“i thought too much can kill you.”

“it cancels out when you're a doctor. i’ll live for sure. for you it’s lethal though so let me take care of it.”

“of course.” he muttered, not looking up from the task at hand.

“genuinely hear me out. taramis and i were talking and some parts,” you stretched your arms, a yawn cutting through your sentence, “some parts of it should be a different shade of blue and not red.”  

“the red compliments the space of course. both colors are rich.” you held your hands up in the air.

“like that once chocolate death brought by that one time she stopped over.” you paused for a moment thinking of something else. “or money.” 

“which reminds me, remind me to ask taramis to try and recreate it.” you pointed at him as he flipped another page.

“or to ask death where she bought it.” you continued to ramble.

a small smile broke through his face as he looked up at you. “taramis already knows the recipe. you asked for it before.”

“have i? so remind me to tell her to make it.”

he shook his head as he picked up his pen, continuing to work.

“where was i?”

“the kitchen.”

“yes! so if we do a deeper blue or maybe an icy blue, i think it’ll look really nice.” you held your hand up lazily putting a finger down at each color.

“or maybe even some silver.”

“or gold.”

your eyes grew heavy as you started to list out more colors. you drifted off when you got to the different shades of green.

morpheus continued to work, flipping through pages and marking ledgers. a small stack beginning to pile up over the next hour.

he leaned back and paused.

you were quiet, deathly quiet.

he looked up for a moment. your arms were crossed and soft breaths left your mouth.

he grabbed the ledgers and faded into a whirl of sand. appearing in the library he held up the papers. “im done for the day lucienne, i need rest.”

he gave her the small stack making her nod. “of course my lord, sleep well.”

they both knew he didn’t need it.

he faded once more back to where you were. he hooked an arm under your knees and your back.

his mind drifted to your shared bedroom and in an instant you were there.

“i was looking forward to the shades of red you had in mind.” he said as he laid you down in your bed.

he rested a hand on your head as you laid onto his chest. he looked out into the dreaming finding you with ease.

“did you have any more changes in mind, my love?” 

“what if we changed our bedroom?”

“sure.”

you passed the brush through his hair once more. a snag causing him to hiss and look back.

you smiled before holding up two ribbons. “blue or purple?”

“blue it matches my shirt.” he was quick to say before turning back around.

“but purple matches mine.” you draped the ribbons over his shoulders and sighed.

“blue just works on me.” he shrugged.

“and purple doesn’t?” you crossed your arms leaning back, making benedict bite back a laugh.

“whenever i paint myself, what colors do i often use.” he said matter of factly.

“colors that are not purple. which might i say, as your wife i find rather offensive.” 

benedict looked up for a moment, turning himself to face you.

“bridgerton blue has more of a ring to it, it’s not bridgerton purple.”

“so you hate your wife? i never took you as that sort of man mr. bridgerton.” you said, a dramatic sigh leaving your body.

“what can i expect you are a man of the ton.”

“you said i was gorgeous, better than any lady.”

“well there was obviously a flaw with my words.”

benedict hummed as he began to draw again. “it can be purple.”

“make me ugly.” he said looking down at his sketchbook.

“that wouldn’t be a problem, i don’t have to try that hard.”