𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗, 𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖕

When the little Princess Daenys of House Velaryon was brought into the realm, they all let out their breath when she's in pure Valyrian form with bright hair and eyes. She would then catch the attention of one young prince. The next query would be just how far they can go to stay with each other.

CONTENT: Fix-it of Sorts, Targaryen Incest, Explicit Content (minors dni), Explicit Sexual Content, Cursing, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Original Characters, Canon Rewrite, Angst, Fluff, Banter, Canonical Character Deaths, Not Team Black friendly, the ending you might not want

Chapter I: Daenys Velaryon

Chapter II: Great Feelings

Chapter III: The Strong Name (currently on 322 words)

Chapter IV: The Calling

Chapter V: Driftmark

However, there’s still an underlying suspicion that she is still a bastard to the eyes of many and it was only the Gods’ goodwill that provided her the Valyrian features and the fluency of its language. When they were five, he had already commented on how she’s better at High Valyrian than he was and it often sits well with him for that is an opportunity for teachings from her. All in the name of time spent with the princess. Bastard or not, she treats him very well.

“How was your training, dear uncle?”

“It’s been a joy.” He jeered which made Daenys look up from her book, her needlework be damned on her right side. He didn’t mean to make his annoyance evident in his tone but as soon as he realises his mistake, Aemond sighs and turns himself over to Daenys who’s sitting far away.

“We have more training to do later on. I’d feel like Ser Cole will stay quiet again when your brothers are in the vicinity..” He proceeds to read his own book by the shelves as the sunlight hits close to his face.

“Or play sardonic. He makes a very weak attempt of hiding his resentment in them.”

“Or play sardonic. He makes a very weak attempt of hiding his resentment in them.” She turned away. As much as reading history books is a passion, swordsmanship could even work better for her. She would have loved to be trained by a knight, much less be approved of but alas, women do not have the freewill of wielding a sword.

Daenys looked at Aemond again and thought she couldn’t tell her interest, fearing his comments towards it as she vividly remembers the exact words coming out of Criston Cole’s mouth.

“The field is not fit for a woman of your standing, especially with blood like yours.” He sneered before sending her away from the castle grounds and she looked at Jacaerys who can’t help but watch with a smirk on his face and then at Lucerys who, at the time, was the only one who had given her so much as a look that says ‘I’ll teach you someday, sister’ but it’s not enough.

It’s fortunate that Aemond or worse, his brother, aren’t there to witness her humiliation but the word got to them. Aegon can only scoff but Aemond sees red and it takes even Tycel to calm things down. Even she had thought Ser Harwin would teach her in the slightest of time.

“And in me.” She muttered quietly and casted her gaze on the book but Aemond heard it and looked at her once again. He clenched his jaw at the sight of a crestfallen Daenys. His niece was full of brightness and sickening optimism in the air, is getting gloomier by the minute and if the conversation between her and his mother isn’t the one that initiated it, what other things could it be? He quickly goes to her side, discards the sewn handiwork and takes her hands, rubbing circles on her palms.

“You’d learn to fight someday, Daenys, just as we would claim dragons.” He didn’t want to hold onto optimism and high expectations but it seems being with the princess wears it off on him after all. He waited for a sliver of hope on her face and when she felt better, Daenys looked at him with the smallest smile she could give. He promised on that day in the Keep’s library that he’ll train her to fight even if it takes a prick of pain through his body.

It seems all hope isn’t lost after all but the little girl still looks on, forlorn and envious, that she could not train. She stands by with her grandsire and his Hand, watching the boys train with the knights of the realm.

Her eyes are on Aemond whose shoulder was shoved by her brother and she almost leaps to stand up for him but running away to the grounds would make her less of a princess, more like a rebel and so she could only look. She was comforted at the very least that Aegon shows no hostility towards her brothers but the same can’t be said towards his.

As her ears caught on the praise Viserys had spoken to Lord Strong, Daenys pities him. Her head slightly turns to look at her grandsire and he’s all grey and festers in ageing. She once read of the wives’ murmurs that Aegon the Conqueror was still as courageous and handsome as ever. Though it seems not all kings can be as great as him, Daenys did pity Viserys and knows that he means well and family could have been his priority over anything else if he weren’t born in this line.

Daenys looks away, however, as words of her grandsire’s neglect and ignorance over the real thing; conflict and that’s something she knows all too well. For days, she had scolded Lucerys for stringing along in such activities only to be met with words of his resuming from Aemind when once upon a time, she used to scold Jacaerys too which resulted far more severe as if she’s not older than him.

She nervously fiddles with her fingers just thinking and then all the swords dropped.

“Did you see the look on Ser Cole’s face when he’s beaten?” Although she hears whispers, there’s a loud amusement in his voice when Aemond comes up to her after the debacle. She nods and laughs too when Aemond chuckles albeit forcefully as it’s only the two of them, sitting back in the library. She wanted to feel proud that Ser Strong had stood up for her brothers. She wanted to feel right when Ser Cole got what he paid for.

It’s the lingering feeling that this may perhaps be the last normal day they have.

“Tell me a thought.”

Daenys hums before she realises what he said. “What thought, my Prince?” She casts her glance down from the floor to his eyes.

“There are so many things in there, Daenys. You do not need to hide and be formal with me.” Aemond shakes his head and takes her hands again, sighing to her persistence.

“There are, Aemond. Many things..” She pulls her hands away from him to make gestures around her head and he laughs at her actions. He grabs her wrists again to pull her closer whilst still laughing as she joins in the laughter. They’re just little kids after all. As the giggles form into simple smiles. Aemond still awaits her thoughts and his thumb rhythmically tapping on her knuckle shows his low impatience.

She resigns to his persistence, not bothering to hide any more. Thoughts are to be delivered to him with high emotions of anxiety and fear and Aemond listens and responds to each and every one of them.

“Would it trace back to me and my mother?”

“Not if my father takes care of it as always.” Daenys chuckles at the perk of being born into the royalty and as second son of the king, Aemond does have its privileges. It’s only the matter of the heart or the lack thereof, in the father-son connection, that does kick up a fuss.

“What would happen to Ser Cole after this?”

“Humiliated, still. He’d cower his way to my mother and walk it off.” It didn’t give her solace though.

“But he’ll do my brothers worse and my mother as well.” Aemond didn’t respond quicker than before. He didn’t respond at all. He only looked at her, debating whether to say something or not. She moved to the next big thing after finding his silent hesitation a bit ironic and deafening,

“Would this change everything about us?”

There, she looked down at their hands and it’s her turn to rub circles on the back of his hands when he tightened his hold. The very implication of drifting apart from Daenys is solely his own fear, greater than his desire to claim a dragon.

He only just realised how important she is to him and they’re going to take her away? It’s an impossible task. An event they both would dread to live through. Her to lose a friend and him to lose a love.

Aemond didn’t hesitate this time. He didn’t hold back either when out of desire, he brought her hands to his lips, kissing them. She gasps and her fingers grip onto his out of fright, earning a wince from him but pain doesn't matter.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled himself away from her, worried that he might have taken too far but she impulsively leaned forward, making him back away in shock

“What was that?” She tilted her head and touched his bottom lip. Aemond sat still, feeling her soft fingers against his dry mouth. He gulped at the sensation and made a mistake in looking at her blue eyes, full of curiosity. It just clicked on him that she didn’t know what he did or what feeling it was. She might not even know what a kiss is.

He tenderly pulls her fingers away from his lips as he speaks up.

“It’s a kiss, Daenys.” She nods as if she still didn’t quite understand it. Aemond didn’t want to prolong the conversation. He drops her hand and turns away from her, but stays seated. He couldn’t look at her as rejection is coming so soon. She won’t talk to him anymore, he won’t even talk to himself if he were in her shoes.

The fear was swept away instantaneously when she took his hands and mimicked his action. Aemond widened his eyes at the feeling of her lips and when he faced his way towards her, Aemond found himself a little too close to her face. He almost backed away again and sighed.

“You shall stop surprising me, Daenys.”

“You surprised me too.” She grumbled, unaffected by the proximity. He smiled and traced the parts of her face through his eyes when his hands were preoccupied with hers to skim across her pale skin. He instinctively longs for the lips that touch and looks into her eyes once more.

“Would you do that again?” She said with eagerness, having felt the action endearing to feel again and Aemond didn’t expect it - the acceptance of his kiss even without its reciprocal. He figured if she asks again and gives her consent, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“I’d kiss right there, then.” He did it again and she responded back the same.

Although it did feel endearing to have felt her lips against his skin, Aemond wonders anything about this affection he's been feeling, what he's been wanting since yesterday

He could ask his mother but even a blind man could see the scowls exchanged between her and another mother. He could ask Helaena, who means absolutely well, yet his sister is not one for clear advice. He could even ask Aegon and for sure, his brother would slur words of a wanton.

A simple thought of showing the girl he cares proves to be non simple at all when the matters of the heart in a small body grows larger.

“I shall go, Aemond. Mother must have been waiting for me.” She turned back to the common language and pulled herself away, leaving a cold effect on his hands. He almost went for her hands again if not for her standing up and curtseying before his presence.

“I bid you farewell, Daenys. Perhaps we should read again tomorrow or later in the night.”

Aemond sits still, tight-lipped, but nonetheless, he stands up to her level, with her slightly taller than him, and bows back. When she turns around and opens the door to resign from the library, a familiar head of blonde hair comes into view.

“Tycel!” Aemond groaned before the teenager's name was even called. “If you dare to whisk me away as often as you did, you're not needed. I was just leaving.”

Said intruder holds his head back, chuckling. “I believe it's you who's not needed, Velaryon.” He stood proud as if what he did is something worth rooting for but Aemond quickly goes to him, a fiery adrenaline rushing through his veins.

“Who are you to speak against her?” If not for her hand on his shoulder, Aemond would've lunged at him with no hesitation. Tycel with that smug grin, cheeky glint in his eyes, is a menace to his life.

“You don't want me to answer that, do you, my Prince?” Tycel looked down at Aemond and placed his hands to his backside.

“Cease this infernal yapping.” Daenys groaned and put herself between them to which Tycel snorted at how she towered over Aemond. She let out a humph and brought his attention to her.

“I'm not here to take you to your mother, my Princess. I'm here to ask for your approval.

Maybe it's the way Tycel has straightened himself from a heckler to a lord in a second. Maybe it's the way Tycel is now looking at Daenys intensely in the eyes, a feat only reserved for Aemond. He got the message very clearly.

'You can't marry her!' He screamed in his head and fear struck him in his face. If he were to hold her back, he might've gripped it too hard for his nails are sticking in his skin. What could Tycel have that Aemond doesn't?

Tycel Lannister, youngest of the line yet the oldest person in the room being two fourteen. A knight-in-training and is much stronger, more skilled and more handsome than Aemond could ever be. 

Maybe it is indeed better that she is to marry Tycel but he's not there for her or marriage.

The little girl was only five when she knew what she wanted. Her mother thought it'd be something that'll pass by as the days go. Her father thought it to be sweet and tender, encouraging her to take a step forward. It was only on that day when she burst through the doors and proclaimed with the loudest she could do.

Laenor, her father, didn't know what to say in regards to the matter. He has only heard of her declaration from the witnesses, the King and the Queen themselves. Rhaenyra had to scold her later on. Viserys rather admired the girl's courage but an opposition was made. Alicent also made sure of that.

Marriage is an idea children have no understanding of. Rhaenyra really put an effort in telling her daughter that, to turn those feelings aside and have her be taught about the duty in marrying but Rhaenyra was afraid to ask more of it, having seen the moment all too familiar. 

Daenys Velaryon. Her name slips past her. She was named after the dreamer who had foreseen the doom of Valyria and although Visenya would've been the more personal choice of a name, Rhaenyra felt a good feeling over Daenys and so she took the second choice. She didn't have prophetic dreams however. It may be a disadvantage to most but it saves her from the nightmares. 

When she turned nine, placed in her room like a criminal under house arrest, she is to be expected of grace and delicacy that fit the idea of the perfect princess as being the daughter of the Realm’s Delight puts a lot of pressure on her shoulders but when she turns around, an excitement graces upon her delicate features and so she hikes her skirts up and leaves her mother’s protests of such insolent behaviour from a royalty, making a run for the boy who had called her name. 

As they skim over the disapproving and worrying glances, Daenys catches his arm a little too rough and sends them both on the floor. He groaned in pain as his head made contact against the floor and as soon as he heard her, suffering the same end, he didn't mind the pain any longer. He sits up and puts his hand under her head to help her sit up as well.

“Are you hurt?” This happens so often Daenys had to laugh at the situation. He looked at her questioningly before joining her laughter. They've been like this for the past four years and nothing ever sets them apart. 

When his laughter dies down, it's only when he takes more notice of her. He never questions the girl’s appearance but with her blue eyes looking into his, the frizziness of her white hair and the joy she exudes from her smile is enough to make the young boy fall on the ground again if he wasn’t already sitting on it. In contrast to his green tunic and silver vest that came from the training grounds he had occupied earlier ago, she wears a black long-sleeved dress, filled with ruby jewels on the sides and adorns a ruby pendant around her neck. He thinks her personality towards him alone completes his day but this day is different, it’s the first time he realises how beautiful she truly is. 

The little girl is only nine years old when Aemond Targaryen, in turn, knows what he wants.

However, the moment was ruined when the bigger person strode forward in taking the princess away from him. “You lot need to be careful.” Followed by a chuckle, the thief had raised an eyebrow at the little prince when a scowl was seen on his face against the blonde-haired teenager. The sudden intrusion of one Tycel Lannister, youngest brother of Lord Jason Lannister, means his half sister wants to steal his only happiness away like she usually does.

“We were just playing, Tycel.” The princess pouted and stepped forward to hold out her hand. Aemond took it with no hesitance and locked his eyes at Tycel, glaring at him in a way he'd hoped the lion would scramble away. It didn't work, it only fueled the smug in his mouth. The two boys hold a staring contest over who would yield and if not for the princess patting Tycel on the shoulder, they would’ve continued on for two moons. As Daenys continue to make complaints over Tycel’s intrusion, Aemond stares at her hand.

Through histories and mythological legends, the subtle meanings of actions and words aren’t the things he had an interest in reading, much less poetry but he did know that Daenys patting Tycel on the shoulder and her mouth running to scold him guarantees a win for Aemond.

He couldn’t help the little pride he feels within but it’s tarnished when her hand now travels to Tycel’s arm. Daenys turns her head to Aemond who’s now looking away and smiles, oblivious to the effect of what her little action had made. “We’ll be going now, my Prince.” She bowed her head and nudged Tycel to do the same although begrudgingly so. Aemond bowed in response and held his gaze down even when the two had already departed from the hallway, hand in hand. Something Aemond now realises how much it vexes him.

Daenys pulls herself away from Tycel as soon as they're in her mother's chambers and even her glare hasn't loosened from his chuckle and her mother's scolding. “Oh mother, why do you have to whisk me away?” She dramatically stated with a hand covering her forehead. Tycel walked out of the room, afraid of showing his enjoyment before the future Queen.

“One does not learn High Valyrian in a day, Daenys, but I do insist that you keep learning it.”

“I have been good, have I?” The little girl dropped her stance and looked down on the floor, ashamed.

Rhaenyra sighed and walked towards her daughter.

“You have been good so far but I don’t want you to be running off like that.” She gently took one of her hands and smiled at her. Daenys smiled back and hugged her mother carefully so as not to squish the baby inside.

It’s only a day later when a new member of their family is brought into this world and Daenys looks at her new little brother with wide curious eyes. She walks towards her mother and when she looks at Joffrey, the excitement in her grin lessens when the baby holds dark eyes and dark hair.

When she was no more than four, she had to ask why Jacaerys didn’t look like her, her mother can only say that he inherited the Baratheon side of their eldermother, Rhaenys. She expected the next to be like her and Lucerys came with the exact of the ‘Baratheon’ genes. Afterwards, there’s an infinitesimal part that resides in her brain, that she may be different. Perhaps Daenys didn’t want to ask more of her birth. She couldn’t bear to hear it from her mother but what of the truth or another lie that Daenys would rather, is the question. 

“Why do I look different?” She asked her father on that day, whilst walking down the stairs. Laenor halted his steps and turned his head around to see if anyone could hear them. He stopped to put his hands on her shoulders, keeping a tight-lipped smile.

“If this is about your brothers, Daenys, regardless, you’re still my daughter. Do not worry about how you look, okay?” The little girl nodded but a smile didn’t grace upon her face. It may not be one of those lies her mother had said but it certainly isn’t comforting her either.

She turns to someone else instead, one whom she hopes would at the very least, lift her spirits up. However, it seems she quite often has the worst timing yet.

“Am I a bastard?” She outwardly asked when she entered the room just as Aemond was about to leave it. Her lip quivered when she let out the last word in her question. Aemond held his breath, not just because Daenys is inches apart from him but his sister and mother are in the room, having heard her ask that and before he could say something, his mother already beat him to it.

“Where did you hear of this, my Princess?” Alicent walked towards the children and looked at Daenys who widened her eyes and curtsied.

“M-My qu-” Alicent held her hand up and gave a small smile at Daenys. Although she is Rhaenyra’s daughter and perhaps have shown quite rebellious traits, Alicent is content enough that the little girl has Valyrian features and is one of the people who truly appreciates her son.

“No need to bow, my Princess.” The little girl immediately stood straight up but a little tumble garnered a tight hold from Aemond’s arms. Daenys is still a little girl, after all. Surely, an act of clumsiness would suffice. 

“I didn’t hear it from anyone, my Queen. I..” She stammered and her finger started to scratch her thumb out of anxiety. Aemond looked down and took her hand. Daenys turned her head at Aemond and then at Alicent who’s now looking at their hands. It’s unusual for her to see such an act of affection, something she hadn't experienced in a long time and seeing her son with the daughter of Rhaenyra, fades into a memory. 

“My brothers have dark hair and dark eyes while I do not, my Queen.” She looked down in embarrassment that she ever confided in someone far superior to her standing. She would have waited for Aemond in the library and Daenys bit her lip at the thought of that.

“Please forgive me, my Queen. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Then, Daenys felt herself looking up at the queen when her fingers grazed on her chin. “You do not need to apologise, my dear. You’ve said what you wanted to say but you are not a bastard.”

Alicent truly didn’t think she was born from a certain dishonoured knight. Daenys may have a pale complexion as opposed to Laenor but she believes the girl is of true Targaryen. 

“You are Ser Laenor’s daughter and your brothers are not of his but it doesn’t mean they’re not your family, Daenys. They’re still your blood.” She let go of the little girl’s face and gave her a much wider smile than the last. She turned to Aemond and left the children in the room.

It took a moment for Daenys to register on what the Queen had said to her. She couldn't understand why the Queen made a comment about her brothers to her. It takes two to know the animosity between her mother and Aemond’s but it felt a tad bit comforting that the Queen did something to lift her spirits up.

It also took a moment for Daenys to realise the state Aemond is currently in, right beside her.

“Why do you look so burned?” She didn’t mean to raise her voice but Aemond squinted his eyes, his hope of Daenys passing his battered state by crashing when she looked at him from toe to head.

If Daenys can open up to his mother on a tough subject, he can confide in what had happened at the dragon pit.

“Aegon and your brothers said that they have found a dragon for me. It turns out to be a pig with wings attached to it and they called it ‘The Pink Dread’.” He sneered at the word pig but the anger in his tone diminishes into a sad one. 

It was Aemond’s turn to look away from Daenys and despite him trying to pull his hand away from her, she held onto him. It convinces him to tell the rest of the story and as soon as he finishes, Daenys puts her head on his shoulder, uncaring of the dirt stained on him.

He half-expected her to berate him from trying to burn himself. He half-expected her to run to their brothers and make a scene although eventually, she would do the latter.

❧ finally finished

- call me by your name by andré aciman - jo & laurie by margaret stohl and melissa de la cruz - note to self by connor franta

❧ planning - i hope i can read all of these

❧ finally finished

- alice in borderland 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s02) - american horror story 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s09) - black mirror 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s05) - bridgerton 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s02) - brooklyn nine-nine (s01-s08) - dynasty 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s04 i also quit from here on) - fleabag 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s02 an underrated masterpiece) - friends (s01-s10) - game of thrones 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s08 no matter how much i want to forget it) - gossip girl 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s06 wtf is this ending, dair ftw) - gotham (s01-s05) - hawkeye (limited series) - house of the dragon 18+ (minors dni) (s01) - how i met your mother (s01-s09) - his dark materials (s01-s02) - la casa de papel 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s02 i quit, seriously) - loki (s01 fuck this show i abhor it, this is not my loki) - peaky blinders 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s06 rushed finale) - pistol 18+ (minors dni) (limited series meh) - riverdale 18+ (minors dni) (s02 fuck this show) - shadowhunters (s01 i might come back to this... for malec) - shameless 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s11) - squid game 18+ (minors dni) (s01) - stranger things (s01-s04 im sorry but who is s4 mike) - supergirl (s01-s02 istg these cw shows) - the carrie diaries (s01-s02 yes i have not watched sex and the city) - the chilling adventures of sabrina 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s02 i quit too) - the crown (ss01-s05) - the flash (s01-s03 i also quit) - the good place (s01-s04) - the great 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s02) - the haunting of bly manor 18+ (minors dni) (limited series) - the haunting of hill house 18+ (minors dni) (limited series) - the mandalorian (s01-s02) - the queen's gambit 18+ (minors dni) (limited series) - the umbrella academy (s01-s03) - the witcher 18+ (minors dni) (s01) - wandavision (limited series loooove this until mom happened) - wizards of waverly place (s01-s04) - you 18+ (minors dni) (s01-s03)

❧ planning - i hope i can watch all of these

❦ A Place For Dragons

FANDOM: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice & Fire - George R.R. Martin SUMMARY: It's been over 18 years since the Dance of Dragons has ended. With the massive loss of everyone involved and a drastic change of the Targaryen dynasty, three of which now sit in distant places, on the Winter, on the Summer and on the Fire of their blood. This is the story of how the Targaryens have made peace with one another at last through the next generation. CONTENT: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Targaryen Incest, Aged-Up Character(s), Sexual Content, not the ending you might want

❦ A War Against Dragons

FANDOM: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice & Fire - George R.R. Martin SUMMARY: Everything has lead up to this point where the death of an usurper instigates the war of five kings, fueled by their thirst to sit on the Iron Throne and as bedtime stories have come to a close, someone craves to make their own story as the chair all have been dying for, is waiting for the right claim to rule. This is the story of one bastard prince and his journey to claim what's rightfully his. CONTENT: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Targaryen Incest, Unhealthy relationships, Aged-Up Character(s), Sexual Content, Love Triangle, not the ending you might want

❦ A Midsummer's Winter (Joffrey Baratheon x Original Female Character)

FANDOM: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice & Fire - George R.R. Martin SUMMARY: Over in the heart of summer, there sits on a king underserving of the throne and makes it incredibly apparent to those who have heard of and seen his sins especially towards his future queen who plans to kill him but everything falls apart when love falls between. CONTENT: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Unhealthy relationship, Sexual Content, not the ending you might want

❦ exile

FANDOM: Peaky Blinders (TV) SUMMARY: It starts off with an instant kiss. What comes is a hindrance ahead. Up next is what should have happened. It's never too late to make up for your mistakes, right? A young lad meets a much younger lady in a rusty town of his roots. He falls for her and she falls for him yet, it's never a simple story. CONTENT: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Unhealthy relationship, Sexual Content, not the ending you might want

❦ Poison

❧ Alice in Borderland

❦ The Card Games ❦ The Mind Games ❦ The Heart Games

❧ Gotham

❦ Mad City ❦ Heroes Rise ❦ A Dark Knight ❦ Legend of the Dark Knight

❧ Marvel Cinematic Universe

❦ Phase 1 ❦ Phase 2 ❦ Phase 3 ❦ Phase 4

❧ Peaky Blinders

❦ Years 1921-1922 ❦ Year 1924 ❦ Years 1924-1926 ❦ Year 1929 ❦ Year 1933

❧ Showtime's Shameless

❦ Coming Soon

❧ The Umbrella Academy

❦ Childhood ❦ Homecoming ❦ Dallas ❦ The Sparrow Academy

❧ The Wizarding World

❦ Coming Soon

❧ Twilight

❦ Coming Soon

❦ before reading any of my stories, it’ll start off with the major details such as any potential pairing you may see, genre, summary, au (if included) and etc. just so you know the basic info. ❦ i will not be writing any fics that featured celebrities with sexual content. this is gross. they are real people ❦ if you’re a minor, worry not. i'd provide a warning every time i write sexual content. there'd be graphic depictions of violence, mental health issues, crude language, sexual references, alcohol and substance. ❦ if you're a minor, i believe you are old enough to know what makes you uncomfortable and you can leave anytime you want. ❦ i mostly write fanfiction series but I am open to other forms of written works. i write AUs as well most especially modern, school and Harry Potter AUs. however, i do have a more keen eye on the canonical setting ❦ i write OC stories since it’s easier for me to write about. i also write Reader stories but not to the extent of oc stories. i also write character pairings but it really depends on the pairing. ❦ keep in mind that I have a number of fandoms and only a few of them that I can definitely write for. however, there are chances where I can be able to expand my writing through the additional ones. ❦ for stories of nct, click neoauthor. for stories of kpop, click melodyseeker

❦ Alice in Borderland (TV) ❦ A Song of Ice & Fire (Franchise) ❣ Game of Thrones || House of the Dragon ❦ The Wizarding World (Franchise) ❣ Harry Potter || Fantastic Beasts ❦ Marvel Cinematic Universe (Franchise) ❣ Phase 1 || Phase 2 || Phase 3 || Phase 4 (.... some) ❦ Peaky Blinders (TV) ❦ Star Wars (Franchise) ❣ Prequels || Originals ❦ Disney (Entertainment) ❣ Animated Films || Disney Channel Shows || Disney Channel Original Movies || Pixar ❦ The Adventures of Sherlock (Franchise) ❣ Guy Ritchie's Sherlock || BBC's Sherlock || Enola Holmes ❦ The Hunger Games (Franchise) ❦ Camp Half-Blood Chronicles (Franchise) ❣ Percy Jackson & the Olympians || Heroes of Olympus ❦ The Shadowhunter Chronicles (Franchise) ❣ The Mortal Instruments || The Infernal Devices ❦ The Lord of the Rings (Franchise) ❦ The Chronicles of Narnia (Franchise) ❦ The Adventures of Merlin (TV)