game of thrones vampire au ficathon

[bronson]

game of thrones
vampire au ficathon
a ficathon. for game of thrones. but they're vampires. plot twist!
anything goes.
except sparkly vampires, because that's not cool.
yay have fun.

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[bronson]

mel/cersei - new york is too small for us.

[emynstranger]

Cersei is uptown, gloss and money, high-class parties and social graces and the gnawing ennui beneath. The white queen of New York, golden and glorious - a whitewashed tomb, gilded and false. Once she thought the night was hers, and she acts like she still does. But she is clawing to stay atop the heap, clawing and burning and fearing that any moment could be the moment she meets her end, that any hand could wield the stake

[impossibility]

i demand a tv series based around this RIGHT NOW

[cruelestwarfare]

+1 man

[bronson]

spartacus!jaime - "i've shed too much blood on the arena that i'd had a taste for it before i hungered for it."

[suchacharmer]

Baratheon brothers - Robert viking era, Renly regency, Stannis WWI....they had a falling out after their maker Steffon died but have a chance reunion years later.

[bronson]

euron/victarion - the greyjoys are the closest to a democratic clan as you can get. the leader is decided upon by a duel. euron challenges victarion after balon's death.

[gingaginga]

Rhaegar/Elia - she's dying, but refuses to let him save her

[bronson]

SOBBING

[vorrothiel]

tw: chronic illness...just in case

[bronson]

drive-by sequel.

I cannot live forever.

"But I want you to."

Pity tinges the warmth of Elia's smile and Rhaegar keeps even that, deep in his heart.

In the next year, in the next decade, in the millenia that would come long after Elia had died, Rhaegar would remember it still. Flashing in his memory. Vivid as storm clouds, at first, then fleeting, like wisps of smoke carrying into the wind as the last of his humanity withered away by time.

Too much time.He closes his eyes, some seven hundred years later, like how he always did when he wants to remember Elia's hand in his, the softness of her lips, the comfort in her embrace. He closes his eyes and tries, very hard, and it gets harder and harder as each year passes