Seasnake Stories

Feel free to ask anything you want for Seasnake (Miia x Mero) and they will answer.

Sun, moon, and the never-ending Silver doom. It was impossible to cross the Silver Sea. Be it in, on, or under it... The sea was enchanted by a magic older than time itself. Older than bloodlines and Solstices and the Realm. That was all that needed to be known. Alongside a few things, water spirits are dangerous, darkness lurks in Elderun, gates are what binds the lands together, magic comes from blood, and the ones without it are no less important. But are they? In a land where survival is all about protecting yourself and the ones who couldn't protect themselves from evil, wouldn't being without magic make you unimportant? Elowen was about to find out. Her last chance at showing power, at a Solstice, was in a couple of weeks. If she proved to be without it, she'd be trapped inside the palace's walls, sitting in a library for the rest of her life. It wasn't the life she'd chosen for herself, it was one she was shown into when her house fell and her aunt married the king of Telveir. She planned on writing her own destiny and she would. But when tides turn and the winds shift, the balance gets ripped from the realm. Old rivals become lifelong friends and foes become allies. All Elowen can do is play the role she was given, as she had done all her life. Book 1 of the Silver Sea Chronicles

If Daemon Targaryen was born a girl and was betrothed to her brother Viserys. * House Targaryen, in recent years, had been plagued with unruly daughters. "I do not know whether to laugh or weep," Princess Rhaenys tossed her hair. "That it is you, Daena Targaryen, who will one day hold the title that I never will," "I had no idea," Daena made her eyes wide and innocent, though her tone was anything but. "That you wanted to lay with my brother so badly, Rhaenys. Is Lord Corlys no longer satisfying you?" * "I'm sorry, Daena," Prince Baelon said. "But you will marry Viserys before the year is out," And so what if, once her father was gone, she immediately ran off to the Dragonpit and mounted Caraxes, screaming at the top of her lungs into the clouds over Blackwater Bay? Her voice was lost in the wind, but the Blood Wyrm let out a great roar, sensing her turmoil, which echoed far and wide. Flocks of seabirds scattered, and fishing boats below cried out in alarm. With a dragon, the world knew her. On a deserted beach somewhere down the coast, Daena curled up against Caraxes' great red shoulder, leaning her face against his warm scales. The beast, who was feared even by the Dragonkeepers for his temper, lowered his snout, nudging her gently, no hint of those fearsome teeth showing. "If it's truly so awful, we can run away together," She told him, and herself too, stroking his red scales. "I know you hate the Dragonpit, anyway. I wish they wouldn't chain you up. Who cares if you eat the odd servant?" He made a rumbling noise, and she smiled. "At least I will have you," Daena said. "I will always have you," * The long awaited (and highly requested) fourth part of my Westeros genderbend series.

Wednesday oneshots! ¡No smut! I will also be taking any requests! (I'll maybe do canon x reader) Also I kinda need some tips so drop it in the comments ;)