Masterlist and Posting Schedule

March 2025's Posting Schedule. Check out my Carrd.Co for a detailed view of the sheet.

At Last (or how Aegon finally became a pet owner in a really surprising way) (1)

When Alicent realises Aegon is the only one of her children without a companion Valyrian pet, she decides to remedy the situation.  Unfortunately, the only person who can help is Daemon. Even more unfortunately, Daemon wants to help.

OR: The completely absurd, mildly traumatic (though not for him), and strangely heartwarming way Aegon met his best friend, Sunfyre. (Part of a Modern AU. Can be read as a direct sequel to "Aegon, the Unwilling", or before it.)

KUWTT - The Green Kids - AO3 Series

It was, without a doubt, the strangest call Daemon had ever received.

For one, it was from Westeros. And no one ever called him from Westeros—at least, not without a warning. This one came unannounced. Worse, it came to the house, not his office. That was unusual. They had three landlines: his office, Rhaenyra’s office, and the house. Only family called the house, or the occasional parent of one of the kids’ friends, asking for Joff, Eggy, or Viz.

But no one from Westeros ever called the house directly. In fact, he couldn’t even remember anyone from Westeros having that number—unless their name was already stored in the phone’s… whatever it called its internal phone book.

And yet, when he squinted at the little blue screen, there was no name. Just a number. A King’s Landing number, no less.

“Rhaenyra?” he called, drying his hands on a kitchen towel after rinsing the vegetables for the sauce. “Are you expecting a call?”

She took a moment before answering from the living room. “Not today?”

“Rhaenyra?” he called, drying his hands on a kitchen towel after washing the vegetables for the sauce. “Are you expecting any calls?”

His wife took a moment to answer.

“Not today.”

Daemon frowned and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“Hello, is this Daemon?” asked a voice on the other end.

Wait. He knew that voice.

“Hello,” he replied, slower this time. “Yes.”

“Hello, Daemon,” it greeted coolly. “It’s Alicent.”

He blinked. Once. Twice.

“Fuck no.”

And then he hung up.

Identically Different (13)

WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Tension. Angst. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Fluff.

Identically Different - Masterlist

Sam didn’t ask you any questions as he walked you off, holding your purse and your jacket for you, and you were burning of embarrassment as you two walked out into the cooler air.

God, what a scene you had made!

"I'm sorry," you muttered, covering your face with your free hand. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"Embarrass me?" Sam responded, sounding genuinely surprised. "That's what you're worried about?"

You exhaled and glanced at him with your chin tucked down, expecting some form of disapproval. Yet, all you found on Sam's face was genuine concern.

"I was worried about you," he continued, gently. “I still am.”

bloodbrothers (4)

Summary: Jace meets Cregan Stark at a party in Winterfell and gets swiped off his feet. He always loved playing with fire. Set in 2023. Pairing: Jacaerys Targaryen x Cregan Stark WC: 8k words Warnings: Modern AU. Flirting. Smut. Oral sex. Masturbation. A lot of making out. Dirty talking. A little bit of size difference. Teasing. Praising kink. Anal fingering.

Chapter set in April 2023

The rest of the month with Cregan was… wonderful.

Great, really.

Somehow, they managed to do other jobs together, and maybe Jace liked escaping into his home a few times a week. And they texted a bit.

A lot.

And it was… cool.

Real cool.

Relaxed.

No label, no pressure…

Jace fished for his phone in his backpack’s pocket in the car, seeing Harwin fanning himself by his side as he drove.

His car wasn’t working.

It was his fault, really. He left on the wrong spot last night and it was frozen, so Harwin had to get someone to fix it – apparently that was really common here – but Jace couldn’t miss school, so… he was riding with him.

“So,” Harwin spoke slowly.

Jace unlocked his phone.

“Yeah?” he asked.

Of course, when he checked on it, it wasn’t Cregan. It was Luke sending something stupid to their group chat with something stupid picture of…

Jace snorted out a laugh.

Baela walked around the house covered with purple cream trying to steal something from Rhaena’s hand.

Damn, he missed them.

“What got you smiling to your phone so much now?”

Identically Different (12)

WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Tension. Angst. Emotional Hurt/Comfort.

Identically Different - Masterlist

A broad grin stretched across Sam's face when you entered the house and the kitchen, standing by his side with your only purse slung over your shoulder, and your attempt to return the smile looked more like a struggle than a genuine expression as you looked at him.

“Ready to go?” he clapped his hands together, watching you, full of anticipation in his eyes.

You exhaled, nodding.

“Yeah,” you confirmed, trying not to let the tension slip to your voice.

Happier Than Ever - Year 10: If I smile with my teeth (2/3)

(Alternative title "I trusted you to be kind, and look what it cost me.")

Summary: On the Headley's 10th anniversary, they pretend to the Capital. Then, to their family and friends. Then, to themselves. WC: 6.8k words. Warnings: Canon divengence - Cato wins the 74th Hunger Games. Tension. Toxic relationships. Gaslighting. Toxic relationships. Violence. Use of unprescribed medication to cope. Tension.

masterlist

Previous chapter: Year 10 (1/3)

First chapter: Year 0 (Part ½)

There was still a heavy warm sensation on Luna's body when she felt someone shaking her arm, and it was hard to pull away from unconsciousness as she sat up mechanically, barely able to focus both her eyes on the woman in front of her.

"Your hair and make up team is here, ma'am," she told her. "They are waiting to come up."

She fought the sleepiness, shaking her head.

"I'll shower," she mumbled. "They can come up."

She felt rather than saw her slip something into her hand.

"Mr Hadley said you should take this," the woman told her, sounding uncomfortable. "It'll make you feel better."

That had too be one of the new girls.

"Thank you," she held the blanked to her chest, taking whatever she had given her and just swallowing it dryly. "Close the door on your way out."

The woman stepped away, leaving her and then the room, and Luna was happy to be alone when she stood up, almost stumbling if it wasn't for the bedside table to hold onto.

Shower. She had to at least get into the bathroom before they arrived.

She walked into the bathroom with her eyes half closed, and sat down on the big bench inside the shower, letting the cold water wake her up before it warmed up.

By the time she had come out, the sleepiness had faded away, she was able to clean up and wash her hair, and the team had already taken over the bedroom when she walked inside again.

They were nice people, born and raised in her district and not at all associated with the Capitol, and after some years of torture, Luna had learned to expect their actions and they had learned not to be too crossing or intrude her space too much, and they had found a nice balance to getting dressed.

They worked on her face and hair expertly and in perfect sync, so smoothly she didn't mind it even half as much as she once did. It was so easy to get lost in the motions of it, she almost forgot where she was. If they had noticed the slight swell of her lip, then they were gracefully ignoring it.

And then, of course, the sound of laugher pulled her right back.

Her head snapped back before she could even think, and there it was again. Capitol laugher, fake and smooth and with the bubbliest and most disgusting kind of inflection.

Cato's laugher. He was probably getting ready in his closet.

Luna swallowed down. It was a fake sound, obviously. It was how he laughed to impress Capitol people, to look like he was part of them.

"Face forward, don't forget," Ellie called, grabbing her chin.

She moved without thinking, the motion a full reaction. In a minute she was feeling herself being grabbed, in the other, Luna was grabbing Ellie and pushing her arm away like she was riddled with the old plague.

Everyone stopped moving, staring at her, and she let Ellie's wrist go.

The warmth climbed up her cheeks and neck right away.

"I'm sorry," she spoke up quickly. "I... don't..."

They all stared at her, wordless, and Luna could see every little look they were giving one another – quiet, wide eyed, as if every little conversation was happening in their own brains.

"I don't like my face being grabbed," she mumbled.

Fix-Her Upper**

Summary: After years of hard work and widowhood, you buy the house of your almost-dreams and move into it at the same time you’re mean to renovate it. As if things weren’t messy enough, it turns out you have a really hot, kind and friendly neighbour who happens to be single and really good with your son. You’re not sure you’re gonna be able to resist Thor Odison for long, especially when he offers to help you so much. Warnings: Modern AU. Meet-Cute. Some fluff. Slowburn. Eventual smut. Patreon promo. More warnings to be added as chapters come.

“Dustin!” you called out, rushing from the living room into the kitchen. “Don’t touch that door!”

You reached him just in time, blocking his path before his hand could make contact with the kitchen door.

“Don’t use that door,” you said, your voice firm but gentle. “If you want to go out, you’ll need to use the front door.”

The house, well, it was… a work in progress. A fixer-upper in every sense of the word.

You’d gotten it at a good price from an older couple who refused to sell to house flippers. It had taken a combination of savings, a bit of help from your parents, insurance, and a settlement you’d received to make the down payment. It wasn’t a fortune, but it was enough to make the loan manageable, and the house was in a good location. Still, it needed a lot of work.

“Why?” Dustin asked, peering at the door with furrowed brows.

“It’s unstable,” you said, gently guiding him away from the kitchen. “Come on, let’s go.”

“What’s unstable?” he asked, still curious.