#Jorah Mormont x Y/N

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𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Jorah Mormont x F! Reader

Summary: After Jorah returns from being treated with greyscale, he finally get's the courage to tell you how he feels about you.

Warnings: 18+ content, romantic, fluff, oral (receiving),

A/N: this is my first time writing fanfiction for a character, so please bare with me 😭

It's been a few months since you've been at Dragonstone helping Daenerys with her reign of taking back the Iron Throne. With the help of Lord Tyrion you and him have been helping to advise Daenerys with that quest of taking back what's been rightfully hers. Although there is one thing that still worries you immensely, and that was Jorah's absence.

Jorah and you have been known each other for sometime since Daenerys became the queen in Meereen. You became close to him when Daenerys needed the advising the most from anyone, trying to help her rule while also trying to secretly hide your feelings from Jorah. Overtime, the feelings have slowly started to grow over him but it didn't become super deep until the day he planted a kiss on your hand before he left for the Citadel. Your heart raced a thousand miles, face heating up as bright as a cherry until he took off in that boat. That's how you knew the feelings grew so much more stronger than that. However, since Jorah's left for the Citadel he hasn't returned back in months and you wondered if he even was still alive which worried you, a lot.

Back at Dragonstone, you decided to head to your chambers for the rest of the day. Not sure where things where heading with this war against Cersei and the Lannister's. While heading back to your chambers you hear soft footsteps approaching from in back of you "Lady Y/N." the voice speaks so softly, you recognized it immediately. Turning around, you realize that it's Jorah. He steps out into the light from the radiating torch near him, his eyes never breaking loose from yours as you both stare into each other from a distance.

Without hesitation, you walk towards him and hugged him. At that point you didn't care about anything else except being so thankful that he's returned home. Jorah looked a bit puzzled at the fact that you hugged him, tilting his head down slowly at you and returning the hug back. Looking back up at him you reply, "I really thought the greyscale got to you, I thought that you would've died." speaking faintly while looking back into his eyes.

"No, I was luckily able to be treated at the Citadel. It was painful, but it was better than not being able to return back here." he spoke. The embrace he had on you never broke, he held you close while you both continued to look at each other. "Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about before I left but, I didn't know if I was going to return or not." Your eyes began to soften at him, your heart knew what was coming the small moment that you've been waiting for a while.

"The depths of my heart have been wanting to speak for a while to you, not sure how to word anything but you've made me feel inclination's of pursuing what my heart has been telling me. I hold very deep affections for you Y/N, most importantly I love you dearly." Your heart nearly dropped hearing those words come out of his mouth, you never knew this man could have such a poetic tone in confessing his feelings for you.

Jorah and you where now just inch's away from each other's lips. You had no words for how much he just poured his heart out to you, never knowing how much a romantic he was. "I guess you never knew that I felt the same way as you." sealing his mouth with your lips as you both embraced each other. You knees became like jelly, as you both passionately felt each other's lips. Jorah gently intertwined his hand in your hair deepening the kiss between you two. Things felt so fast, as you quickly left his lips and took his hand "We should, come in here.." you lead him into your chambers.

Closing the door, you reach back to him as you both kissed each other once again. The kiss was starting to become more frantic and hungry, feeling your body slowly press against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you, his hands lightly tilting your chin up to him. "Y/N.. are you sure about this? I mean.. if your not ready-" You stop him short and place your lips back onto his silencing him. "Trust me Jorah.. I've wanted this for a while now.." you speak back to him. Jorah responds back to your kiss by wrapping his arms around your waist as he motions you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He takes you over to your bed being so gentle with you, the tenderness of his touch drove you wild. You've always wanted him to be so gentle with you, something about him being so strong and brave while defending you made you feel weak in the knees. Jorah climbs over you and places himself between your knees slowly kissing you again. "My love, what do you want me to do?" he speaks softly between the kiss. You didn't know what to say or even ask for, here he is fully giving himself his service to you out of his love and affections for him. "Show me then... show me how much you adore and care for me..." you speak. Jorah looked at you in such a way you've never seen before, this very intimate side of him. Taking that as a sign he places a kiss on your forehead.

He starts to place kisses' across your head, and moves to your lips. His hands find your shirt "May I?" he asks. You nod as he assists you with removing your shirt, his kisses' trail down your neck and collarbone and eventually reach your chest his eyes look at you and you stare back at him. You place your hand on his head as he continues to kiss and worship each part of you that he loved. He continues down your stomach still placing soft kisses' down each part of you. Reaching your pants he looks at you for his permission once again as you give him the signal, continuing to worship every part of you and your being. The feeling within you was something you never felt before, never thinking that Jorah would be this type of way for you in such an intimate setting. You've though about what it would be like before to be with him in this setting, but you had no idea that your fantasies of this would actually be happening.

Removing your pants just leaving you in your panties, he's still kissing your body. He looks up at you once more as he finally speaks softly "Again are you sure?" he looks a bit hesitant. "Yes Jorah, show me how much you've wanted to express your feelings for me." Jorah then removed your panties as he moved down to your lower regions. As your hand still intertwines with his hair he takes your left leg and places it upon his shoulders. Kissing your inner thighs and moving his hand and placing it upon your hips. Looking back down at him, you saw how he was being so tender with your body and yourself. Placing a few more kisses' on your inner thighs you could now feel his breath on your cunt as you where extremely wet by now. He wastes no more time as he starts to place those kisses' on your wet cunt. Eating you out whole by now, feeling the pleasure and ecstasy running through your body.

Jorah continues to fill you up with pleasure, taking his time to make sure his tongue does the work making you feel amazing and filled with pleasure. You could feel yourself getting ready to cum soon, feeling it almost too quickly with how badly he was making you feel good. Your moans weren't super loud, as you didn't want anyone else in the castle to hear how Ser Jorah Mormont was making your eyes roll in the back of your head from eating you out. "Jorah-, I'm going to-" Jorah takes a brief hold and speaks through "Cum for me, cum on my tongue." his voice sounded raspy. You released all over him, feeling out of breath as you finally come back down from your high. The moans leaving your mouth and feeling amazing with what just happened. Jorah pulls away from you and climbs up next to you, both staring deeply into each others eyes. The love between you two felt so endless, as a thousand stars danced beneath you as the moons glow from the window shined upon you both. Tired from the high, you both slowly start to drift off into each other's arms.

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A Proper Knight

Pairing: Jorah Mormont x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Okay, but also, imagine a low born girl falling in love with Jorah because she sees him as an honourable knight like the ones she heard from the stories and he doesn’t understand how she can think so highly of them... and they fall in love <3’

Warnings: talk of war, description of violence (including murder and rape), implied PTSD, younger woman/older man

Gif creds to owner

“Wait here,”

You did as the Unsullied soldier asked, waiting behind the heavy door of the Great Hall of Winterfell, brushing imaginary dust off your simple dress. It was your best one, albeit much plainer than even some of the servant girls of Winterfell, and you were self conscious.

You had come to pledge your allegiance against the Lannisters, to the King in the North, or to Lady Sansa Stark. You would pledge your allegiance to almost anyone so long as it was against the Lannisters- you still remembered your mother’s screams as a Lannister bannerman raped her before slitting her throat.

The door opened and the clamour of the lords and ladies inside trailed off as the unsullied soldier directed you forward. “Lady YN of house...” you stared hard at the maester as he squinted at his scroll. You were the last name on his list, crammed in after all of the nobles due to your status as a bastard.

You stood awkwardly, feeling the eyes of everyone staring at you- the lords and ladies behind you staring and murmuring, and the occupants of the head table: Jon Snow, Sansa, Arya and Bran Stark and Daenerys Targaryen, who was accompanied by a man and woman you did not recognise.

“What is your name, my Lady?” Jon Snow asked, quietening down the restless hall.

You looked around, worrying your lip between your teeth. “I-I...” you began, before clearing your throat. “Don’t call me ‘Lady’” you blurted out, resulting in murmuring scattered throughout the hall. “I’m sorry, I-”

“What’s your name, girl? It’s a simple enough question!” One man heckled and you sighed, beginning to turn away.

“Stop. Lord Glover, be quiet,” Arya quipped. “Go on, what’s your name,”

“And your house, if you please. You neglected to include that in your letter,” the maester added.

You took a deep breath. “My name is YN. I- I don’t have a house, I’m sorry. I’ve come to pledge my allegiance against the Lannisters,”

“And your surname? The name of your father,” the maester asked, dipping his quill.

You bit your lip. “I- I don’t know who my father is. I’m a bastard. Just put YN Snow. I’ve come to pledge my allegiance to the King in the North,”

There was a brief silence before Jon spoke. “There is no king in the north. I’ve bent the knee,” you turned to Bran, given that he was Ned Stark’s surviving true born son. “To Daenerys of House Targaryen,”

You frowned briefly, staring curiously at the dragon queen. “They say you have dragons, as big as a house. Is that true?” You asked. “Your grace,” you added quickly.

Daenerys smiled slightly. “Bigger,” she said with a smirk.

“Then Cersei Lannister and the Mountain that Rides ought to fire-proof their buildings,” you said. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to... well, I can’t fight, not with a sword at least. But I can fire an arrow in a straight line and that’s something. And if you don’t want me on the battlefield, I can cook, and my mother taught me to repair clothes, and my brother taught me how to sharpen blades. Just because I’m a bastard, doesn’t mean I’m not useful. Isn’t that right, Jon Snow?” Jon smiled slightly and nodded, seeing the twinkle in Brienne of Tarth and Lyanna Mormont’s eye as you spoke.

Slowly, every member of the head table nodded their heads. As you were beginning to seek out an empty seat, Daenerys spoke up. “Ser Jorah with help you refine your archery,” she said, gesturing to the tall man behind her. You looked at him properly for the first time. He was old, old enough to be your father at least, and handsome. “Yes, your grace,” you said.

**

“Draw the string back to your ear. These bows are probably stiffer than you’re used to, so really pull,”

You nodded, your hand trembling by your ear with the effort of holding back the string. You were eager to impress Ser Jorah Mormont- he was the first proper knight you had ever seen, and the first person more noble than a true born commoner you had had a proper conversation with.

“Loose,” he said and you did as you were bid. You turned to get a new arrow, assuming that one had missed the target, but as you were knocking it, you looked up. Ser Jorah was smiling. “Impressive. If that were a soldier, he’d be floored,” you smiled bashfully, fumbling and dropping your new arrow. Jorah smiled softly, picking it up and handing it to you, smiling softly at you from the ground.

He found you endearing, and he knew from your speech in the great hall that you were a force to be reckoned with. “Here. I think we’ll be able to hit the bullseye by the end of the day,” he said, moving behind you. “Knock,” he murmured, observing your movements. “Draw... turn your hips ever so slightly to the left, your arm will follow,”

“Like this?” You murmured, eyes focused completely on the target in front of you.

“Exactly like that. Loose,” you held your breath as you let go and watched the arrow soar towards... the bullseye!

“Well done, My Lady,” Jorah said softly.

“Ser Jorah, I’m not a lady. Why D’you keep calling me that?”

“It’s... polite, I suppose. And it’s a habit by now,”

“You really are a proper knight, aren’t you?” You teased, going to collect the arrows that littered the target.

“I mean... I’m a Ser, if that’s what you mean. I was made a knight by a monarch,”

“That doesn’t make you a proper knight. You’re like the ones in the songs and the tales. A gallant, generous, brave man, with honour and dignity and all the things that we sing about,”

Jorah smiled fondly and shook his head. “I’ve done bad things, YN. I’ve killed people,”

“So have I. So has Jon Snow,”

“You’ve killed?”

You froze, before nodding, turning away from him. “When I was fifteen, two Lannister knights broke into our home. They murdered my baby sister. They took turns raping my mother, then they slit her throat, for the crime of being a northerner, and for recognising Robb Stark as king,”

“What did you do?” Jorah said softly, approaching you slowly, as if you were a doe about to bolt away. “You can tell me. You won’t get into trouble for it,”

“One of the soldiers was huge. I thought he was the Hound at first, but he had no burns. It was his brother, the Mountain. The other knight told him to ride on, to find another village to ransack while he... finished with my mother. I was hiding in the pantry, and I took the knife that was on the table, still covered in my sister’s blood. A-and I crept up behind him as he wiped his hands on my mother’s dress... and... and...” you shuddered, remembering the heat of the blood over your hands, the way you scrubbed and scrubbed at them in a nearby river, the way you vomited at the thought of the Lannister knight’s corpse covering your mother’s...

“And that’s why you came here?” Jorah said quietly. You were leaning into his chest now as he rocked you, rubbing your back.

“Mm... they weren’t proper knights. They weren’t noble or gallant... they attacked two women and a baby in the dead of night. They had no honour. They were not just. You may think you are a bad knight, Ser Jorah, but what I saw that night... nobody could be worse than that. Goodnight, Ser,” you mumbled, pulling away from him as you made your way to your allocated room, dazed. Jorah stared after you, his heart twinging with more than just sympathy...

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Be There When I Need You | J.M.

I have been attracted to older actors literally since I was 13 years old, and finding out that Iain Glenn existed did me absolutely no favors. Please enjoy this one shot, and love Jorah Mormont just as I do. 

Prompt: Could u do a Jorah Mormont x reader where the reader sacrifices herself during a battle to save him ( she’s a total badass)? Loads of angst please and thank you!

Female Reader. This is the longest fic I’ve written in a while, and I’ve also never seen GoT s8!!! I worked really hard on this. Please let me know what you think!

Please go follow my main blog @morganas-pendragons where I will eventually be writing more GoT content!

Tagging @orderoftheflamingflamingos because I know you love Jorah 

Living in the North as a girl who was born and bred in the South was no easy feat. Your father was an expert tradesman who often found himself at the Bear Islands where he very easily befriended Lord Mormont, who often made the trades for needed supplies much easier. 

You weren’t supposed to meet his son Jorah quite yet, but you did. He was standing tall at his fathers side, no older then fifteen years old, and you admired just how regal he looked standing there. Absolutely divine. It was hard not to marvel at the strong, handsome features of the heir to the Bear Islands, but what you were unaware of is how he gazed at you. The daughter to another Lord of a much smaller house, soon to be wed to keep the trade routes and exchanges successful and plentiful for the following years.

  “My Lord, allow me the pleasure of introducing my daughter, Y/N Y/L/N to your son.” 

Jorah attempted to hide his fascination of you behind a smile and the gentlest press of lips against the back of your hand. “My Lady,” He greeted. “I believe we have quite a future ahead of us.” 

Given that your land was not that far from that of the Islands, your father requested that you stay behind to learn the art of swordplay with Jorah. He was the most talented swordsman of his age until you came around and beat him at his own game. Women were not meant for battle, but marrying a man like Jorah Mormont would be a whole other war to face. 

  “Is that how you do it, Ser?” You mused as you lightly pressed the dull edge of your training blade against his throat, knee pinning his chest to the ground as he laid flat on his back. You had often taken advantage of the art of seduction to catch him off guard, and it never failed you. 

  “I’m not a knight yet, Y/N.” 

His pupils dilated as you bent down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. It was a daring move, sure, but over the time you’d been living inside the castle with the Mormonts you had never dared to venture further then holding his hand. 

   “When we wed, I will move all the Heavens above to ensure you receive your knighthood. There’s no one more deserving of it.” 

Your relationship evolved over the next few years. Jorah preferred to remain intimate behind closed doors - taking to holding hands and soft, desperate gazes across the rooms when you both occupied them. He was well respected by people, worthy of their love, and you were greatly looking forward to when you ruled the Islands together. 

What you weren’t anticipating was those three dreaded words. The ones you very rarely said with your lips and instead said with your actions. You didn’t want to love him, but you did, and the very thought of it absolutely terrified you. Sent dread down to your very core - because you knew what would happen next. 

  “I love you.” Warm hands, gentle caresses against the apples of your cheeks in the light of the fire blazing in his chambers. The two of you had retired sometime ago after the wedding preparations for the day had been finished, and Jorah wanted nothing more then to cradle you close and disappear from the world with you. 

  “Jorah-” 

  “I do. I have loved you and I will never stop loving you.” His hand travelled down the curve of your arm until it wrapped around your hip, urging you close enough that you could feel the crevices of his body against your own. You had always fit well together, like two missing pieces of a puzzle. 

  “Don’t fall any deeper in love with me.” You whispered. You spread your fingers out over his heart and lifted your head just enough to meet his gaze. Soft and warm, just like the rest of him, with his very clear adoration of you evident in the blues of his eyes. 

  “Why?” 

  “Because you won’t be there when I need you.” 

And just as you suspected, news arrived on the day after your wedding that Jorah had been involved in a slavery ring and had been caught by Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell. 

He had fled Westeros with only a note and a wedding ring left in the crevices of your bed with the intent of you finding it. You took his note in your hands and read his poor explanation as to why he’d been forced to hide such a treasonous act from his wife, of all people, and how he promised to be with you again when the time came for him to be pardoned. 

Bitterness kills. Bitterness kills. Bitterness kills. 

But forgiveness heals, and there was no possibility of holding a grudge against Jorah for as many years as your heart would’ve desired. You eventually forgave but you had no intentions of forgetting anything that had occurred. 

You became Queen of the Bear Islands after Jorah was exiled. Years passed and you ruled better then you would’ve anticipated, but the ring around your neck was a constant reminder of the man you’d loved and the man you’d lost. 

That was until Daenerys Targaryen arrived and the threat of the Night King loomed over your heads. Forced to fight with the North for the safety of Westeros, you left your council in charge and travelled to Winterfell for the battle against the Wights. 

You weren’t expecting what you saw waiting at the front gates. 

  “Khaleesi, if I may-” Daenerys laid her hand on Jorahs arm as she watched a horse with a single rider come into view further down the road, eyes softening as she recognized your form that sat on top of it. She had been the one to keep in contact with you about Jorah since he’d mentioned leaving a wife to rule the Bear Islands, but he’d never spoken more than that. You were too precious a memory. 

  “I believe someone has come to see you, Ser.” 

Jorahs eyes followed the stride of the horse until it skidded to a stop before him, and the breath dissipated in his lungs when he realized it was you sitting atop of it. He half expected you to berate him, to scold him for leaving you behind and to drive your fists into his body until his skin was streaked in black, blue and purple. 

He had tried so hard to forget about you. Forget the way your eyes lit up when he entered a room, or the way your hands felt when they traveled his body. The curve of your smile and the way your body felt beneath his hands. The way you showed no fear in the face of death, or how well you held yourself in battle. But he could not forget how deeply you loved him. The way you always whispered sweet nothings in the dead of night about how good a man he was and how honorable he’d become. How when he woke up from nightmares you’d already be sitting at his side and would curl a single strand of hair behind his ear and sing Jenny of Oldstones to lull him to sleep. 

How he’d left you with nothing but a ring to remember him by. 

  “Don’t fall in love with me, Jorah.” 

  “Why?” 

  “Because then you won’t be there when I need you.” 

Silence pierced the air as you dismounted and allowed one of the Unsullied to take your horse to the stables before you turned to greet Daenerys and Jorah. He stood at her side, hands behind his back and head bowed so he would not have to meet the coldness of your stare. 

Daenerys, however, saw no bitterness for the man beside her. The same man who had vowed his sword and his life to her cause, and had hidden the memory of the woman he loved deep within his heart so he would not be forced to revisit the pain of leaving her behind.  

  “Your Grace, it is a pleasure to finally meet you face to face.” Daenerys smiled and held up a hand, motioning to Jorah with a flick of her head. She very clearly was ready to leave the two of you alone for much needed reconciliation after years apart. 

  “The pleasure is all mine, My Lady. If you’ll excuse me, I have some matters that must be attended to.” Once Daenerys disappeared from view, you moved forward and extended your hand just enough to unlace Jorahs from where they trembled behind his back. Your fingers trailed down the furs that lined his arms until they linked with his own, and he stared down in disbelief before you lifted his chin just high enough to meet his eyes. 

  “Oh.” Oh indeed. “Jorah Mormont, you insufferable man.. Never has a woman missed her husband as I have missed you.” Your chest constricted painfully when you heard the way his breathing hitched and saw the tears that formed in his eyes. 

  “I remain undeserving-” 

  “Never has there been a man more deserving of my love.” You cradled his face in your hands and pressed the ghost of a kiss against the curve of his mouth just as you had done all those years ago on the training grounds. “A man more honorable, or more loyal.” Your lips trailed until they hovered over his own just close enough to feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “No one I have loved more other then you.” 

He claimed you with his kiss. It’s difficult to preserve your emotions in front of Winterfells gates and not let him take you right there, but there had never been a time in your life when you had been so touched at how gentle he was. Years have passed since you had done this - allowing the man you love to lay his claim to you with his mouth and the slow caress of your tongue against his own. Jorah hoped you couldn’t hear the way his heart thundered when you tangled your fingers through his hair and wound them tightly enough to pull his face away. 

  “Tell me again.” He breathed. Your eyes narrowed on his lips, the flesh swollen from the intensity of your kiss. His chest was having and his hair untamed by the way you gripped it, but never had there been a time where Jorah Mormont looked so sinful. “Tell me again.” 

  “I love you.” 

No one talked about the way they saw the two of you emerge from the same chambers the following morning. How much more Jorah smiled in Daenerys presence when he knew that you were near, or how your laughter sang in the halls of Winterfell’s keep. 

He took you again the night before the battle. Your head was dazed with the effects of the wine Jaime Lannister had so graciously offered you to drink, and then again, and then again until you’d lost count after five goblets worth. The eldest Lannister was rather intriguing to be around especially when he wove tales of his times in Kings Landing - the Capital of the South - and it made you miss home even more then you had as a young girl. 

But the home you’d come to know since then was burning holes through the back of his skull from across the room, where Tormund Giantsbane made a raucous about how you were his and he should make that known to the suitors who were so clearly drawn to you. 

  “Home.” 

You had just begun to unlace his shirt when he caught your hand in his own, and your brow furrowed in confusion as his eyes fluttered shut. Whatever he was trying to prevent you from seeing beneath the fabric very clearly embarrassed him. “Jorah?” You whispered, fingers dancing along the curve of his jaw. Just the very touch of you set every nerve on fire. 

It had been so long since he'd done this. Had intimately been with a woman, let alone been with you, and you had yet to be made aware of the scars that came with his greyscale. He loathed the kind of man he’d become in his absence from you, so why should he believe you’d love him like this?

  “I don’t want you to see this.” 

  “See what?” 

   “Daenerys did not speak of my greyscale. I was away from her in search of a cure, which I found, and now there are so many-” You wrenched open the laces of his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders, gaze softening at the array of ridged scars that lined his torso. There were so much more then the last time you’d seen him. 

  “Scars?” You lifted your head just enough to brush your lips against the one closest to you, and Jorah trembled beneath your touch as you continued your trek across the valleys and ridges of his chest. “A lot of women think scars are sexy.” 

He was stunned when you flipped your position and were able to straddle him. Your knees locked at his hips and you were hunched over just enough that you were able to brush your lips against his chest, and the groan you emitted was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. 

Then he said it again, in the midst of desperately trying to control the tears brought upon by your acceptance. 

  “Don’t fall any deeper in love with me, my wife.” 

  “Why?” 

  “Because then you won’t be there when I need you.” 

The sounds of battle raged on around him as he desperately sought out both you and Daenerys. His sight was shrouded in darkness from the ash that rained down from the heavens, corpses lined the Earth at his feet and the smell of blood remained pungent in the air. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if the blood belonged to you. 

Daenerys had accepted you and Jorah as her sworn shields the same day you’d met her, and after much time spent together, you vowed your service and your life to The Dragon Queen in the halls of Winterfell. You and Jorah had been apart too long and you were adamant that you wouldn’t be separated anytime soon. 

Only the Gods had other plans for you. 

It was just when he found you in the midst of fending off a wight that had been ready to attack Daenerys that the first blade pierced through your armor. Daenerys froze as you stood your ground, gritting your teeth so hard that your ears began to ring. 

Then the next blade came, and the pain followed with it. It began as an ache in your abdomen, and continued on until your entire body felt as if it had been doused in dragon fire. Every cell of your existence was screaming. Your eyes burned and your hands were stained scarlet, but yet here you stood. 

Jorah was paralyzed in his place, and it was right before the last blade pierced you that you desperately screamed his name. Screamed so terrifyingly loud that he was positive you were lost to him. 

 You both had gone and done exactly what you feared the most: You had fallen in love with each other, and now after just getting you back, Jorah Mormont was about to lose the only thing in his life besides Daenerys that had given him a reason to breathe. A reason to wake up in the morning and keep moving. 

  “Hey, hey Y/N,” His voice bordered on the edge of a plea as your eyes fluttered and lifted to gaze at the sky. “We will take you to the Maester at once. Your wounds will heal and we will return to the Bear Islands once Daenerys holds the Iron Throne. I swear it,” Jorah swallowed the knot in his throat as a broken laugh fell from your lips. “Y/N-” 

  “I told you not to fall in love with me, you idiot.” 

  “And I told you I’d never stop loving you.” He curled his fingers through your hair and cradled your head in his hands, focusing on the rise and fall of your chest. It was slowing down now. Your breaths were fewer and fewer with each minute that passed. “Please, Y/N-” 

  “Never has there been another, Ser Jorah Mormont.’’ Tears trekked through the blood that stained your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. And for a moment, it was just the two of you, and no one else. There was no war against the Night King, no threat of Death looming overhead, no war of The Queens for the seat on the Iron Throne. It was just the two of you. Only you. “My heart has been yours, and it remains yours-” 

  “I swear it.” 

Daenerys was the one to pull him from his internal hysteria when she saw your eyes go blank and your chest stop moving. Her hand fell to your own that laid limp at your side, and the breath was knocked from her lungs as she recognized the shape of a wedding band even through the ash and blood that stained the metal. 

When Jorah took the ring into his hand and wiped the blood from the metal, he caught sight of the engraving you’d had done only days after the wedding had taken place. He’d never seen it before now, but the sight of it only wounded him more deeply as he cradled your head against his chest. 

I am his and he is mine 

  “From this day,” He held the ring to his lips and kissed it. “Until the end of my days.” 

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A Chance?

Based on this request:  May I request an imagine where the reader is Sir Jorah’s niece and is taught by him to be a warrior, she looks up to him but also has feelings for Danearys and feels guilty due to this. Perhaps she has a chance?

Here you are, lovely! Familiar characters are NOT mine!

Warnings: Fluff and slight angst

Pairings/Characters: Daenerys Targaryen x fem!reader, Uncle!Jorah Mormont

Your uncle had been more of a father to you growing up than your own father had ever been. So when you went against the grain and decided you wanted to learn sword skills, you asked Jorah to train you. He, of course, had agreed. You left Westeros with him when he was banished and traveled with him and Dothraki. You were by his side, learning and training, for years before you met the one person that could put a wedge between you.

         Daenerys Targaryen was one of the most beautiful woman you'd ever met. She was also one of the strongest mentally. She worked so hard to make life better for those living as slaves in Meereen and the other cities she had visited on her travels West, toward Westeros. She was fierce and you had grown to love that about her. Suppers together, sitting on her council, and just spending time with her were the highlights of your day. You really liked her. More than you had anyone else before and you needed to tell someone.

         During your training, you and your uncle had your best heart-to-heart conversations. You confided in him about everything you were thinking and he listened. He hardly shared his own feelings with you, but he was always willing to help you. So you absolutely told him how you felt about Daenerys when you discovered your feelings for her. His reaction was not what you had expected.

         "Perhaps I'm not the best person to tell this secret to." His voice was tight and his stance was tense and rigid. Your brows drew together in confusion. He refused to meet your gaze, which was also strange. "Uncle?" No response so you tried again. Once more, nothing. You lowered your sword and thought for a moment. Why would he be like this? Unless…

         "Uncle, are you-do you love her? Daenerys?" He still didn't answer, but you saw him glance at you from the corner of his eye. That was all the answer you needed. Guilt instantly bloomed in your heart. You hadn't meant to put yourself in competition with your own uncle for Daenerys' affections. You never knew that he loved her. "I-I didn't know. I'm sorry!" you apologized.

         Jorah looked confused for a moment. "What for? You cannot help who you fall in love with, my dear niece." You gave him a sad smile. "No we can't, but you deserve love too. I think she would be a better match for you than for me, if that's what she wishes." You could feel your heart breaking as you spoke, but you meant it. Jorah needed love and if Daenerys could and would give him that, you would step aside.

         Jorah sheathed his sword and pulled you into a hug. "I'm too old to chase fantasies, Y/N. If our queen is inclined to love either of us, I hope it is you. You have a bright future full of love and devotion that you deserve." You returned the hug and sighed. Your heart and mind were fighting one another. You felt like you couldn't betray your uncle by pursuing Daenerys (if she even wanted that), but you also couldn't betray your own blossoming love for the queen. So what could you do?

         You finished up your training that day, your mind racing. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice someone approaching you in the dimly lit corridor. That is, until you practically ran into them. You managed to stop yourself by tripping over your own feet and falling. Right into Tyrion Lannister, knocking you both to the ground. You barely managed to shift again before you landed on top of him with your chest directly in his face.

         "Forgive me, my lord," you said quietly before you noticed who else you had nearly run into. "Khaleesi," you greeted as your face heated up and you rose back to your feet. You could see her fighting back a soft smile. "Lady Y/N. I was hoping to catch you before you retired for the evening. I find myself in need of female companionship for supper. I grow tired of all the men." You laughed before apologizing to Tyrion again. He merely shrugged and then left.

         "So, will you join me for supper?" Daenerys asked again and you bit your lip. Supper alone with Daenerys was a big deal to you. But could you? Your uncle wanted you to be happy, but you wanted him to be. Before you could get lost in your thoughts again, she continued, "I believe we have things to discuss…concerning you, your uncle, and myself." She gave you a knowing look. Oh. She knew. She'd heard or someone had told her. You watched her face for a moment. She didn't look angry or even a little annoyed. In fact, she looked rather happy.

         "O-Of course, Khaleesi," you finally replied, "Should I fetch my uncle?" She shook her head. "No. I've spoken to him already. I wish to speak to you. Alone." You nodded and followed after her as she continued walking. "You can walk closer, Y/N." The familiarity of her words had your skin heating again. The soft way she spoke to you and the way she continued to glance at you had your heart thudding against your ribcage.

         As you walked, you passed by your uncle who gave you a soft, sad smile. Clearly his conversation did not go well. Part of you hurt for him and worried that your conversation with Daenerys would end similarly. But a smaller, louder part of you couldn't help but hope you maybe had a chance.

         You must have lagged behind because the next thing you knew, Daenerys reached over and grabbed your hand in hers to pull you gently along. She glanced back at you again and smiled. Did you have a chance with her at all? Could she love you or let you love her? "You do," she replied softly, making you jump. You hadn't meant to voice your thoughts out loud. "You have a chance, Y/N. After…after the khal, I didn't think I could love again," she explained, pulling you into her chambers, "I thought Drogo would be it for me but then he died and a part of me died with him. That is what I thought. But then, I met you and that part of my heart that I thought had died started beating again."

         You couldn't speak. This was happening so quickly after you'd come to terms with the fact that you and Jorah loved the same woman. But she wanted you. She. Wanted. You. You had to fight against screaming out in joy when Daenerys closed the door behind you both and pulled you a little closer to her.

(a/n: I hope this is what you were looking for!)

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Pleasure Falls

jorah mormont x f!reader

word count: +2.7k

warnings: 18+, NSFW, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism (kind of semi-public i guess considering it’s a hidden waterfall lol), unprotected sex, water sex (water sex is dangerous lol don't try it at home y'all), soft humping, p in v sex, creampie, porn without plot, smut under the cut

a/n: a little birthday present to myself lol, imagine there's some little hidden fresh water pool with a waterfall somewhere while you're on some excursion of some kind lol, a nice quiet little place to unwind for a bit^^, i got this idea from standing in my shower for too long HAHAHA anyway waterfall sex✨ hopefully i can regain my mental energy and break out of this writers block soon cuz i have so many things i wanna write but no motivation TT

You and Jorah had decided to take a path off the main road, thinking to venture around the wilderness during your travels. You ride up a small path through the trees, looking for a nice quiet place to rest for a while. As you rode, the rock walls on either side of you become higher and higher as you observe your surroundings. Plants have overgrown the tops of the cliffs, creating a beautiful array of foliage in various shades of green and shapes. "Are you sure you know where we're going?" Jorah chimes from behind you as he follows your lead further away from the main road.

"Of course not," you look back at him, grinning at the unimpressed raise of his brows, "where's the fun in knowing? It's the intrigue of an adventure's mystery that leaves room for excitement." You jest before turning back around and picking up your pace towards, from what you could see, what could be the end of the trail. You could begin to hear the sounds of running water splashing in the distance, the idea of a waterfall exciting you as you brought your horse to a quicker trot nearing the source of noise. You push past the tall overgrown plants that stood in the way, riding through the shrubbery and grass to find what hid behind.

You disappeared from view beyond the tall bushes and shrubs, leaving Jorah alone on the path with nothing but the sounds of flowing water and his own horse to accompany him. "Y/n?" He calls gently, riding closer to the plants to push them aside and see for himself what you'd found. "Y/n, what has distracted you this time.." Jorah's voice trails off the moment he sees what you're staring at.

You stood amazed before a hidden paradise, a small waterfall descending into a pool of water. The water was clear and blue, the rock walls surrounding the trail lowering to create a hidden oasis. Layers of trees and bushes hid the pool with a gorgeous open view to the sky. Vines and foliage grew and climbed around the rocks and over the top, framing the stones beautifully with its many leaves. You gently dismount your horse, walking towards the water and dipping your hand it, testing its temperature. The water lapped over your hand in a soothing, cool, rippling wave from the waterfall. In the humid climate, the pool was incredibly refreshing.

"How has this place stayed hidden," you say quietly, marvelling at the view, "the water's fresh and isolated from the rest of the world, no one's venturing here. This place is beautiful." You finish gushing over the new found treasure, turning your head back to Jorah. His face said it all, he was just as amazed as you were though perhaps his stoicism hid it a bit better than you did. You could see the twinkle in his eyes as he looked around, taking in every stunning detail of the secret waterfall as if he'd never seen anything like it.

You take a deep breath in and notice something, "Seven Hells, even the air is as fresh as the water, could this place get any better." You smile closing your eyes as you inhale the fresh air through your nose. You could still smell a subtle stench of the humidity though it seems the fresh water and its surroundings had truly chilled the air. Cupping the water in your palms you bring it to your lips, sipping the cold water down your throat before splashing the water over your face. You practically groan at the refreshing water hitting your skin, running your hands up and down your face, carding the cold water through your hair.

Jorah hitches your horses behind the the first row of trees, leaving them in the shade before he joins you at your side, squatting beside you to feel the water for himself, "It is refreshing." He confirms, standing with his hands resting on his hips as he watches the view. You straighten yourself out, bringing your arms up for a stretch as you close your eyes to take in another deep breath, a small smile pulling at your lips. Jorah watches you with a soft smile of his own gracing his face seeing you this content. You peek open your eye at him, your grin growing sly as you catch him watching you. Turning, you step towards him bringing your arms around his neck.

You hum as he rests his hands on your waist, "Let's go for a swim." You gaze up at him, your words tinging his cheeks pink at the idea. You lean up to peck his lips softly, "Please? It'll feel good to cool off." You spur on, doing your best to convince him to agree. You kneed the nape of his neck, watching him melt into your touch, clearly caving into your wish as you lean up for another quick kiss. He doesn't speak, only responding with a smile and a light squeeze of your hips. You pull your lip between your teeth in a cheeky grin as you step away from his grasp.

You begin to strip yourself of your clothes, catching Jorah off guard as you pull your shirt off. You notice his somewhat stunned expression, "What? You thought I'd go in fully clothed? You can if you want, but I will say I think I'd enjoy it more if you didn't." You notice the pink tint in his cheeks while his eyes trail your bare upper body shyly, his reaction making you smile, "It's not like you've never seen it." You tease, tossing your shirt aside. His eyes snap back to yours as you speak, making you chuckle as he begins to fumble with his shirts ties.

You turn to face the water, quickly kicking off your boots and pulling down your breeches, piling them with your shirt and belt. You place a careful step into the water, instantly feeling its cooling effect soothing your senses. You excitedly immerse yourself into the pool, sighing as you feel yourself instantly ease into the water. You're quick to dunk your head under its surface, swimming through the water towards the waterfall before resurfacing. You keep your shoulders under water, turning to Jorah to see him slowly following you, stepping into the pond.

You eye him as he descends into the water, sinking your face down beneath the surface of the soft waves, keeping your eyes above the water as your gaze drags over his nude body. Jorah's eyes meet yours, catching you watch him as you smile from across the way. He can spot your smirk under the water as he joins you, "You have a subtle eye." He comments, bashfully grinning as you laugh lightheartedly, standing to close the distance between the two of you as you near him. Your hand reach to smooth against his waist, trailing them up his chest as your eyes follow.

Goose bumps rise on his skin beneath your touch as the cold water trickles down from your palms, your own skin perked from the contrasting temperature. He takes a step closer, hands coming to cup your elbows as he looks down at you with a soft but shy gaze. Your hand cups his neck, enticing him to follow you as you take a few steps back towards the waterfall. The water rose higher up your hips as you pull him into a kiss, a sigh leaves his mouth as you mold your lips to his. His hands trail down from your arms to your sides, gently squeezing your plump flesh.

You stop at the base of the waterfall, pulling away to look into his hooded eyes, his gaze soft while his hair ruffles softly to the breeze of the fall. The water around you reflected in his eyes as they regarded you with such longing adoration. He looked at you with such sincerity, pupils blown as they scanned your features. He always seemed so entranced by you, bewitched by everything you did even if it were simply nothing. "You're staring." You whisper in a tease, cocking your brow as your flustered grin beams up at him. He leans down to seal your lips again.

"And you tease too much." He replies between kisses, lips pressing against yours hungrily yet restrained as if he was trying to hold himself back. You could taste the yearning on his tongue, pulling him closer to you by the neck as you continue to step back. The waterfall splashed down your shoulders before you quickly step through it, chilled water beating down the both of you and you stumble behind the fall. Jorah's hand comes behind you to cushion you against the stone wall, his other grasping your back to catch you before you stumble too far back into the rocks. "Careful." He murmurs against your lips, feeling the water run down your faces as you press your back against the cold rocks.

You moan against his lips as you kiss him, bringing one of your legs up around his, locking your ankle around his calf to pull him closer between you. His hand goes to cradle the back of your head, the other hooking under your thigh, hiking up your leg above his hip. He steps closer, fitting himself between your open legs, pressing his growing hard on against your heated sex. He swallows another one of your mewls and his hips slowly roll against yours, cock grinding softly against your cunt. His groan muffles into your mouth, the feeling of your warm folds massaging his sensitive length sending his mind reeling.

You curl your fingers into the base of his wet hair, tugging softly to pull him impossibly closer with the help of your leg hooking around his waist. Jorah's eagerness quickly outgrows his senses before he's quick to to reach between the two of you, grabbing a hold of his cock and angling himself into your cunt. Your juices flowed inside your hole, his length slipping into you with ease. He eases himself inside you to the hilt with a slow moan, dropping his head down into the crook of your neck as you let out a gasp, gently throwing your head back in time with his insertion.

His tip nudges against your cervix, the pressure sending jolts of pleasure through your core as you held him tighter. "Jorah.." You sigh as his teeth grazes your wet skin before his lips suck your tender flesh, littering kisses across your shoulder. His cock ground into you slow and deep, his hand reaching around to grip your ass and pushing you into his motion, enticing himself deeper into you. Every languid thrust pressed into your a-spot, your hips naturally rolling in time to meet his with the help of his hand. You whimper with every drag of his cock inside your tight cunt, his head pressing all your pleasure spots just right as the water sloshes around you gently.

Jorah's moans are just as audible as yours as he loses himself inside you, his thrusts picking up in speed slowly but surely. His hot breath warm against your neck, his pulse elevating as his hips slowly buck up into yours. Your arms wrap around his shoulders and neck, leg hiking higher and higher up his hip with every thrust. "More," your plead is quiet and choked with a soft moan, "please, Jorah, more." Your beg only spurred him on, his stomach fluttering at your words as he instinctively begins bucking harsher. His grip on you slips from the water only for his arm to snake around your back and pull your body flush against his.

His pace never falters, his arms clinging to your body as he fucks up into you. The water splashes around the two of you with every thrust, his cock dragging against your g-spot so deliciously as it pulls moan from moan out of your lungs and into his ears. Every heaven sent sound that left your lips makes Jorah's chest flutter and stomach flip, his cock throbbing inside your silky cunt while he attempts to hold himself together as he fucks you full.

The sounds of the waterfall masks all evidence of your presence as your voices drown in the rippling splashes of the fall. With his perfectly angled thrusts you can already feel the intense pleasure building inside of you. His hold on you only excites you more, his hands slipping from the water with every desperate grab and squeeze of your flesh between his fingers. His moans echo against your skin as he attempts to keep his pace all the while trying to hold you close to him. Your fingers fist his hair, gripping and pulling at the wet strands while he drives into you.

An elongated groan strings from his lips as you tug his hair, his head tilting back with your pull, mouth agape while sighs escape him. His eyes blink slow at the mixed pleasure, his eyes peering down at you through wet lashes. The look he gave you made your stomach flip, causing you to moan as you lean up desperately to feel his lips on yours. Your lips press to his in chaste, the taste of fresh water spreads across your tongue as one of Jorah's hands slides up your back, coming to collect your dripping hair. His hips stutter, your walls clench around him as you moan into his mouth. The two of you part just long enough to catch your breath as you begin to feel your release build quickly in your abdomen.

The pleasure coursed through your body with every quick and deep pump of Jorah's cock, his own breathy moans shaking as he begins to edge himself closer. His nose pressed against yours, his moans fanning across your lips. His finger pads easily bruising your delicate skin the firmer he grips to pull you beyond closer, every inch of skin pressed against each other the harder he fucks up into you. He's completely losing himself in you, and you in him as your orgasm builds rapidly. The friction of his pubic bone rutting against your clit sends your nerves into overdrive, giving you just enough stimulation to force out your orgasm.

Your hips jolt at the sudden crash of your orgasm, a scream ripping through your throat as you throw your head against Jorah's shoulder. Your moan hitches in your throat, the wind getting knocked out of your chest as you attempt to control your senses. A moan forces itself past your slack jawed mouth, releasing a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding. Pleasure surged through your entire body as every muscle in your body contracted with each crushing wave of your climax. Your cunt clenched around Jorah's cock so harshly it made him see stars while your nails dug into his skin, carving crescents into his flesh as you attempt to ground yourself.

Within seconds, Jorah's joining you, his own orgasm coursing through his body in white hot shock waves of pleasure. His own choked moans are muffled into your hair, his hips stuttering with every electrifying jolt of pleasure. He bottoms out within you with shallow, deep thrusts caused by every ripple of his orgasm, his cum spurting into your used cunt. His hips roll into yours slowly as your whimpers become languid moans, your post orgasm haze quickly numbing your mind.

Your tense body goes limp in Jorah's arms, knees buckling as your hands loosen and slip from their grip around him. His hold on you stays strong as your weak frame is supported by his arms. You lazily turn your head to rest your cheek against his shoulder, leaning your weight into him and closing your eyes in the process. A smile creeps to your lips when you feel soft, gentle kisses peppering slowly across your neck and collar. Your skin's soft and slippery against his lips as he trails tender kisses across your exposed body.

With your smile still present, you press your own kiss against his shoulder before you let out a soft chuckle. Jorah barely catches your giggle over the sound of the waterfall before he pulls away looking down at your exhausted self, he smiles upon seeing your own. "That was probably one of the most wild fantasies I've ever lived." You say, a slight giggle in your exasperated voice as your eyes flutter open, eyes peering up at him. His gaze is as soft and loving as his smile.

"I will admit, this will be a moment to remember." He replies, voice raspy before he leans down to kiss your cheekbone.

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snow falls hot | part 11.

Summary: (Y/N) Snow isn’t a Snow at all. She’s a Targaryen— Rhaegar’s child. Taken in by the Starks, she leads her life as another on of Ned’s bastards. Will she be able to live in Westeros comfortably? More importantly, does she have any ambition to see herself one day on the Iron Throne?

Warnings: it’s game of thrones…

Pairing: gendry x reader

Word Count: 5.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The hall began to clear out. There was nothing left to discuss— Daeny would rule six kingdoms in Westeros and her lands in Essos, the North was yours. While you wanted to catch up with the Starks, there was one more issue more pressing. Those left in the room all saw a woman that didn’t match the stories they heard or the girl they actually knew. You were unrecognizable yet familiar.  

Tyrion and Jaime let your words sink in— the Lannisters did this to you. You were a soft girl when they had met you years ago in Winterfell. You wanted to live your life, no interest in the crown and ruling because you thought being alive was more important than your birthright.

A sweet girl who put family and duty first. A girl who just wanted to stay in Winterfell and be a Snow with the hopes of becoming a Stark. And when you got that hope, it was killed. Stabbed to death at their family’s hands and this is what you had become. Still soft but the hardened edges were there for all to see. The hardened edges that made you accept your real name and announce to the world that you were a Targaryen and you wouldn’t let them break you again.

Daenerys saw her brothers, both Viserys and Rhaegar. You had the bite of Viserys. The conviction of someone who believed themselves destined for great. She saw the same squared off shoulders and head held high. The way your eyes looked down on everyone, even those taller than you. Eyes that dared someone to try and deny you your place. The same confidence that had him declare himself as The Last Dragon. But where his confidence bordered on arrogance, yours bordered on poise.

That must have been Rhaegar. She had only heard stories of her brother but from what she heard you also seemed to embody. The eyes of Viserys that dared anyone to say you weren’t a ruler were the same eyes of Rhaegar that hypnotized people into declaring you one. Your head held high also tilted to the side, letting people know you wanted to listen to them. Like Rhaegar, you were loved. Your power was that you held others’ love. The North had thought you dead and the moment you appeared they remembered how much you cared for them and they cared for you.

Bran, more Three-Eyed Raven than Brandon Stark, smiled at the new woman in front of him. The princess promised, come back to them. A million scenarios, a thousand times trying to rewrite time, hundreds of years gone by. He had seen it all. Seen the chance that you died. Not physically but in your soul. Targaryens were magic, like the Three-Eyed Raven. There was always a part of you he could never quite pin down and when Robb Stark died there was a chance you died with him. Rhaegar’s death poked a hole in your soul. Ned’s death made the pinprick hole spider and crack. When you thought Bran and Rickon were dead, before Rickon truly did die, parts of your porcelain soul began to fall off. The moment Catelyn and Ned Stark decided to dye your hair and protect you as their bastard was the moment the Starks held your heart in their hands. They covered the fire warming your heart in snow.

And as you got older, they entrusted Robb Stark as the future Lord of Winterfell to keep your heart warm. He did too well a job. Not just wrapping it in the furs of his cloak but holding it so close as if it was his own heart. And when his heart stopped at the Twins, there was a good chance yours could have as well. But you put yourself back together. From afar, Bran watched you restart fires to become Azor Ahair.

Grey Worm, Missandei, the Dothraki, Jorah Mormont, and Varys wouldn’t voice what they saw when they looked at you. Because to voice it would be to indirectly pick a side. They saw you a leader. The ruler of the Seven Kingdoms. Your eyes were as deep as the Wall was tall, holding magic and knowledge and horror they could not imagine. The price of being a just queen was steep and you paid it. Paid it to try and save all of them.

Tormund, Theon, Sam, and Brienne would gladly voice your praise if the others weren’t so tense. No obligation, they were fine picking a side. Because the ruler in front of them was obvious as the side they believed in. The one who addressed everyone the same, no one less than or greater than another. Welcomed the Free Folk without even a question, made a knight out of a lady without hesitation.

Arya and Sansa believed you to be the same. Their elder sister. But you were also different. So many times to be someone else and you never took it. Snow, Targaryen, Stark. They were all just names to you. What mattered was that you were a child of Winterfell. Always taking care of them and comforting them. Someone could dare say you didn’t deserve to be Queen in the North and the two women would cut them down. Because you were one of the most deserving.

Every step of your life you sacrificed for Winterfell. Every time you thought you found happiness, it had to be given away for the sake of others. Even now— you were their queen because Robb was dead. Even if he was alive, you would still be their queen because you were the only one to block Daenerys from ever taking the North. Your very existence, bringing up, marriage, and child made you the protector of Winterfell. With Grey Wind at your command, they saw (Y/N) Targaryen Stark. Stark. The most important part because you were always one of them.

To Gendry, you were breaking. He wondered how many times the people in the room had truly seen you relaxed and with your guard down. He suspected, truly, only Jon. Because for the longest you two had the bond of bastards and stuck together. He suspected everyone else that had seen it was dead. Ned, Catelyn, Robb, Rickon. You were guarded. Even with those close, you had to be guarded because for the longest you had secrets to keep. Your smile wasn’t completely carefree— he had seen what a carefree one looked like. He had seen it when you admired his bull helmet in the smithy.

He saw it every time you visited under the guise of needing more arrowheads despite the fact a servant could get it for you. One day he withheld the arrowheads from you until you confessed you came down because you enjoyed talking to him. The way, when it was just the two of you in the smithy, you told him your biggest secret. When you were cornered by Jaime Lannister— another man who at one point did have the trust of seeing your guard down— you had run straight to the smithy after.

You told him because you trusted him like you trusted Jon. It was the bond of bastards. Gendry Waters would never tell your secret because if Gendry Waters said anything about (Y/N) Snow, he would be speaking as Gendry Baratheon. As a Baratheon, he was at the same danger of being killed by Lannisters that you faced as a Targaryen. A sigh had left your mouth and a weight lifted off of your shoulders when you told him. He promised to protect it, with a kiss on your hand. A secret he promised to protect was one you just shared with the entire world. And instead of a weight being lifted off, Gendry saw it crushing you.

You would never be the girl who snuck out to see the blacksmith ever again. The carefree smile would forever be replaced with the measured smile of a ruler. Perhaps behind closed doors, your son would see it. Maybe even Jon— bastards forever stuck together. Gendry wanted to make sure you had someone else you could let see it too. Maybe he could remind you of what it was like to just be the girl in billowy dresses that looked out of place in a blacksmith’s shop.

“We need to talk,” you said.  

Everyone moved to stand up, Grey Wind as well, but you shook your head. With hesitation and confusion, they slowly sat down. They assumed with the way you spoke that you wanted to discuss battle or something else that you felt the hall was too large and impersonal for.

“Eddard, go with everyone else. Okay, darling? I think Sansa and Arya would love to show you all around Winterfell.”  

They realized your gaze never left Jon the entire time you made the request. Eddard nodded and stood up, going back to Sansa. Jon stood up as well and started to walk into another room. You took the wolf pin off of your dress and slammed it on the table. Out of respect, the others started to leave the hall to avoid listening in on you and Jon’s conversation. Grey Wind was the only one who stayed as he guarded the door you had walked through.

“I just need to know. Who are you? To me, who do you consider yourself to be?” you asked.

Jon crossed the small threshold between the two of you and enveloped you in a hug. He patted your head before returning to the bone-crushing embrace.

“If I say who I am, it threatens her.”

“It threatens me, not her. And I don’t care, I’d never feel threatened by you.”

Jon shook his head slightly. “There are two realms now. You are Queen in the North, she is Queen of the Six Kingdoms. My birthright says I inherit the second realm. I threaten her and make us open for attack. The alliance becomes shallower than it already is.”

“Then make your intentions known. You’ve never wanted to be a king.”

“Did you ever want to be queen? And not Lady of Winterfell, you wanted to love Robb. Did you ever want to rule?”

You stayed silent because he was right. Being a ruler was never a consideration you had until after Ned’s death. Even then, it became a byproduct because Robb was going to be king. Becoming queen on your own was never in your vocabulary before. And yet, here you were.

There was nothing saying Jon wouldn’t have been thrusted into the same role if he came forward. Jon searched your eyes that weren’t focused on him and started to frown. Where others couldn’t see, he could reach the bottom of the cliffsides. He could see exactly what you were thinking and feeling. Jon cupped your face in both hands to stop you from looking anywhere but at him.

“I am your brother. Not Ned Stark’s son, not bonded by being a bastard. I am your younger brother, Aegon Targaryen. Outside private walls I must be Jon Snow. To you and Eddard, I can be Aegon— for everyone else, they don’t get to see it.”

“Aegon… it doesn’t even sound right in my mouth,” you said with a sad chuckle. Jon laughed too.

“(Y/N), I am your family. Whether Ned or Rhaegar, we have always shared a father and been outsiders. All I wanted was family, true family… I have a sister, a nephew. I will always be on your side and the entire Seven Kingdoms can burn if I must do it to keep you safe. A name I was given at birth could bring you death. For that, it is not a name I want.”

“You are always d…”

Your eyes rolled white. Of course Jon had seen warging before and had seen magic Bran did but this was different. It always looked so passive but your look read of horror. Whatever you were seeing showed on your face. He held onto you, unsure of what to do when your eyes suddenly returned.

“The rest of our family must know.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Arya, Sansa. No one else but we owe it to them. We are all Starks.”

Jon nodded, knowing you saw something that made you want him to speak. If it was just Sansa and Arya, he could do it. Daenerys couldn’t consider it a betrayal because they were his family— his cousins. And he intended to go back to Jon Snow. Nothing was betrayal, it was simply duty.

“Jon?” you asked hesitantly.

“(Y/N)?”

“I’m still unsure of my magic, especially of things from right after Robb died. Anything before I left for Valyria really. Sometimes not all of it comes true, sometimes it’s a warning and if you can avoid it then you are safe… I see my brother in front of me, but I saw him die as well.”

Jon gave a sad smile before it broke into one of real happiness as he recalled something. “I broke my promise to you. You said when I left for the wall that you would kill me yourself if I died, I’m sorry to say but the Night’s Watch beat you to it.”

You hit him in the chest and he laughed. Eventually, you did as well. You two exited the room with laughter and as you walked through the courtyard of Winterfell, everyone could tell something was shared between you guys. It was something that hadn’t been seen in a while, the last time they could remember would be when you and Jon were fifteen. The two bastards of Winterfell that walked around like they owned the place and were laughing about something no one else would ever get to know— of course, it was realized months later when it was finally discovered that you and him took the blame for Robb and Arya placing sheep’s dung in people’s mattresses.

You smiled at faces you hadn’t seen in years and at new ones. Some gave you passive looks but others like Tormund had accepted you right away. You were aware of the eyes of Tyrion and Varys who you were sure what they were assessing you for. Eddard had gone off with his aunts and the way they saw Robb in him, you were sure your sisters wouldn’t hand your son back until evening. The smile on your face grew larger when you saw Brienne and disappeared when you realized Jaime was by her side. They stopped in front of you and Jon.

“Ser Brienne, it is lovely to see you again.”

“Your Grace.” She smiled. “I am not actually a knight yet, I will probably never be knighted.”

“I don’t believe that. When the dead are defeated, you will be knighted without another day going by.”

She nodded in thanks and you let your eyes wander over to Jaime. He watched your eyes gloss over his face, his hand, the sword that was formed from Ned’s sword. Jaime looked over you as well. He could only see the damage he had done. When your eyes finally met his, he felt a shame wash over him that he hadn’t felt in a while.

“You never told anyone my secret, Ser Jaime. For that I could thank you.”

He swallowed as he thought back to the dungeons of King’s Landing. When he had you pinned to the dragon skull. Looking at you that day, Jaime had decided he could get along with you. Get along enough that he could agree to Tywin and Robert’s insistence on marrying you.

“But then you let your father’s men try to kill me and for that I want to slit your throat.”

“We were at war.”

“We were guests in someone’s home. You let your father behave in a way no one does even in war and they attempted to slaughter our house. Killed most of our men, murdered my husband, and tried to kill me and my unborn baby. Why? And it couldn’t be because of just war.”

Even Jaime knew that actually was wrong to do what they had done. He couldn’t retort, or try to defend himself just so he wouldn’t be the old selfish Jaime. He looked around— Jon and Brienne slightly uncomfortable at witnessing the interaction.

“Your Grace—”

“I didn’t know you considered me your queen. I’m surprised Cersei doesn’t think it u—”

“Your Grace, will you walk with me.”

It wasn’t a question but a statement. You pursed your lips before letting them relax and moved away from your brother. Jaime, knowing it was tense, did not try to grab your arm or any of the sorts. He stayed side by side in line with you, but nothing more. It felt strange to see your Winterfell in the midst of preparing for battle. As you and Jaime walked the place was familiar but not at the same time. Empty spaces now filled with supplies. Jaime cleared his throat and spoke.

“I know what you think of me. I know I have lost the little trust you ever had in me but I did not agree with or know about my father’s plan at The Twins.”

“And yet I don’t believe you.”

“Your Grace, understand me. Try to understand me, please. Does that sound like a thing I would do?”

“I’m not sure, Kingslayer.”

Jaime didn’t care anymore about how you would feel about it. He grabbed your hand and forced you to look at him.

“I am a knight of the Seven Kingdoms. Everything I did when it came to my life was for the realm. The only selfish thing I did in my life was laying with my sister because I could. Your grandfather died because he killed Ned Stark’s father and brother and wanted to kill everyone else. I let everyone call me names because I knew it was for the good of everyone else.”

“Ser Jaime…”

“But I remember the dungeon and asking you to never call me that name again. Because I couldn’t have my wife view me as a monster. I was ready to marry you and retire to Casterly Rock to help keep peace between houses and preserve the realm.

“I left with Brienne to try and give you Arya and Sansa and ask for an alliance with your King in the North. I am a knight and stood by honor, no matter what you think of me. What happened at House Frey was appalling and it will never make up for it but you must understand I am sorry.”

You couldn’t say anything.

“And now I am here to fight for the living because again it has always been about the realm. And when you defeat them, it won’t be done.”

“It will be.”

“No. You and your aunt will march on King’s Landing and take it from Cersei and I know you will win. I know that she will destroy the realm and you need to step fully into your birthright.”

“I’ve promised—”

“I don’t frankly give a damn what you promised because what I say is true. Daenerys will be bad for the realm, Cersei is bad, Robert was bad and so was Aerys. Rhaegar had a chance and now his daughter does. I failed in protecting the realm through alliances and marrying you. But I am still a knight, allow me to revive the realm and be in your Queensguard.”

“I’m sorry?”

You looked in shock as he bent the knee. Those around— including Tyrion, Danerys, Jon, Brienne, and Varys— looked in shock as well. Jaime glanced up at you. He was the same man from the dungeons. The one who kept your secret when he had nothing to gain from it, had more to gain by telling Robert the truth.

It made you wonder, did he plan on telling everyone when you two were married? When they couldn’t touch you because he was your husband? Because then the alliance would be stronger. The Lannisters, Targaryens, Baratheons, and Starks would all be connected through marriage. It would be harder to tear the realm apart when you tear apart family.

“You are still a Kingslayer,” you started.

Jaime hung his head, thinking nothing would work. You extended a hand and, with surprise, he took it to stand up.

“But when the king is a tyrant, that is a title to wear with honor. Because the only way you can bring justice to a king is through death so you did what had to be done. I can respect that.”

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

“Do you really want to be my Queensguard? It means staying here, in the cold.”

“I would like to be a knight again.”

“Alright, but Brienne is head.”

He nodded with a small smile. You looked around for Eddard, not seeing him or the other Starks. Dismissing Jaime, you continued to explore Winterfell’s preparations. The dead would be there soon. The cold suddenly became hot and you knew that you were near the blacksmith stations. The sounds of metal and glass clinking and clanking was also an indicator. Your feet continued to walk even without you consciously telling them where to go.

“Hi.”

The man looked up from his work with a snap of his head. Gendry gave you a half smile.

“You making the rounds? Seeing everyone you missed?”

You nodded. The silence was awkward. On your end, not Gendry. He kept working and waited patiently for you to speak while you were learning that, just like Eddard, you had to readjust to being in the company of people. Gendry let his eyes wander from his work back to your face. You stood straighter than he had ever seen— he was waiting, wondering when you would finally speak. Instead, you looked at the weapons plans on his table. You pointed to one of the designs on top.

“Is this for Arya?”

So this is how you would start talking— Gendry could work with that. “Yeah, how did you know?”

“She went to Braavos, became no one. No one in Westeros has a weapon like this or would think to use one. I know my younger sister.”

Gendry nodded in understanding. He watched you continue to thumb at the pages, eyes focusing on nothing and tongue occasionally darting out to wet dry lips. Everything became more interesting but him. Gendry pointed to your head.

“I like the crown.”

“Thank you, it’s from Valyria… How have you been?”

“I’ve been well, Your Grace.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“It’s your title.”

“It’s a wall…”  

Gendry watched the facade slip for a moment. He could see the reason you came over. Not just to check up on everyone you had missed. You would have moved on to find Theon or your sisters by now if that was the case. He took a chance and grabbed your hand.    

“I missed you,” he cut you off. “When I had to leave for the Night’s Watch. I missed you coming to the blacksmith every other night. Talking to you. Unless you do not feel the same. If you don’t miss me we can forget this ever happened, Your Grace.”

“Didn’t I just say I don’t like you saying that,” you said, your tone joking.

“Would you like it better if I called you beloved? Do you remember when I used to call you that, when we dreamed of running away.”

The corners of your mouth dropped. “He used to call me that… this isn’t fair to you, I don’t know why I stopped by.”

You walked away. Gendry quickly rounded the table that separated you. He watched your head turn this way and that to try and stop tears from falling without wiping them away. Ever the ruler, you couldn’t let them see you cry.

He finally reached you as you reentered the castle. Jon’s dire wolf, Ghost, walked by with Sam but the corridor was empty aside from that. As if he could sense the tension, Sam quickly made himself scarce. Gendry reached for your hand and you stopped— you stopped and let him back you up against the wall.    

“It is taking everything in me not to kiss you.”

“Please d…”

“I haven’t seen you in a few years but I don’t feel any different.” He gently stroked your cheek.

“I wanted to leave with you, spend my old life with someone I cared about. Then there was a chance to be with Robb and I took it because I thought everything was being taken from me that I deserved it. And then he was taken from me too. Robb is dead and I can’t seem to move on enough. It isn’t fair to ask you to try and go back to our time in King’s Landing. Not when I already have a child, when I can’t give you me entirely. Do you care that Eddard exists?”

“What? No.”

“Do you care that Eddard, Robb’s child, would be ahead in birthright and heir to Winterfell before yours would?”

“None of that matters.”

“The North will need for nothing between the alliance with my aunt and my travels to Old Valyria. Eddard is a true Stark and Targaryen, a legitimate claim for them. He is of both bloods so the Southern Realm couldn’t try to force the North to join them when I am gone. He might even join the Kingdoms and that doesn’t bother you?”

“You are being defensive. Talk to me as if you aren’t Queen in the North. Just tell me, what do you want? You, not the Queen.”

“Gendry…”

“Forget the entire Seven Kingdoms.”

“Gendry. Do you know how much loneliness eats at you? I’ve been alone before, in King’s Landing especially. But it was never lonely, those are two different things. I’m not alone anymore but you are a Baratheon and that would make me such… to protect the North, I must stay a Stark forever.  It’s a name I’ve married into— and now it is lonely.”

“Then make me a Warden of the North. My father, in all my life, never made me a Baratheon. Queen Daenerys only did so to stop me ever considering usurping her. In your kingdom, you haven’t even legitimized a single person. I can be a Warden of the North, mark myself a Stark and never look back.”

You laughed a short huff of disbelief.

“You are suggesting taking my husband’s last name. Effectively, my last name? No man would ever agree to shed their own for their wife. You think you are okay with it now until they can’t remember you were ever a Baratheon.”

“You know, it’s actually I who wouldn’t be fair to you,” he said.

“I’m sorry?”

“In Daenerys’ kingdom, I am Lord Baratheon and I would tie you to the Six Kingdoms. The North wouldn’t be independent. Here, in your kingdom, I’m a bastard and can give you nothing— no lands, not much money. What I am is a man with no name and no banners. As Queen in the North to have your heart and nothing to give back is the real crime. That is why I wouldn’t be fair to you, not the other way around, Your Grace.”

“I thought I—”

“I will call you by your formal title, Your Grace, because that is what has to be done to keep a wall between us. You want to rationalize everything to try and convince me not to love you for your kingdom. To start, a wall around your heart and mine are needed.”  

Gendry took off your crown and placed it in your hands. All you did was sigh as you stared at it and yet he could hear the weariness in your voice. He began to undo the braids that kept your hair in it’s half-up half-down style.  

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Shh…” His fingers worked quickly.

“I demand,” you started and Gendry had a small smile at the shakiness in your voice. “you not to call me Your Grace again.”

“You demand?”

“Yes, as your queen.”

Gendry smirked. “My queen?”  

You let him continue what he was doing until all your hair was down. Gendry brought some of the white hair forward.

“There.”

“There what?”

“Now you aren’t my queen. You aren’t the Queen in the North, not a queen at all. Now you are (Y/N) Targaryen Stark. Your crown is off, your hair is down and you have no subjects to rule. I’m not looking at a queen but at a woman and I want to know what she wants.”

“To be selfish. To have the bastard in my kingdom who has given me his heart, even if there is nothing for the kingdom to gain from it. Gendry…” you whispered as he got closer.

He was already on you before he moved, now his body was flush up yours. Gendry pressed his forehead to yours and you two just stood there for a moment. His fingers traced down the front of your dress, noting the fastening clasps went down the entire garment. You sucked in a breath and he watched your eyes close under his touch. His left hand moved to rest on the small of your back. His other undid a single clasp. Your eyes opened when Gendry stopped, flitting down to where his hand disappeared in the small break of fabric. His fingers lightly touched you once and your hips bucked slightly.

“Please let me be selfish.”

His lips barely brushed against yours and then crashed onto them all at once. Your hand still holding the crown wrapped around the back of his neck while the free hand grabbed at his robes. Gendry pushed you more into him— the hand in your dress began moving. Your breaths came out shallow and Gendry stopped kissing you for a moment to just watch your face scrunch up in pleasure. Broken words came out between moans before he swallowed them with his own mouth— enjoying the softness of your lips.

“Your Grace—”

You and Gendry pulled apart quickly. Jon and his Night’s Watch friends— Ed, Sam, and Tormund— had their jaws dropped in mild shock. You turned around, in embarrassment, to close the open clasp on your dress. Your hand darted up to put your crown back on as you tried to forget what they had all just seen you less than decent. The crown was the best you could do, your braids were already taken down.

“Your Grace,” Ed said. “They’ve started planning for battle in the council room, we were sent to get you.”

“Right, of course. Where’s Eddard?”

“With my wife, Gilly, and son,” Sam answered.

You responded with a nod. You looked at Gendry out of the corner of your eye and started to walk off. The rest of the men followed you. Jon cleared his throat and you looked at him. His head turned back before facing the front again and a smirk appeared on his face.

“The blacksmith?”

You pushed him and that just made him and the others laugh more.

(Part 12)...

[yns-world]

Game of Thrones Masterlist

Ned Stark

n/a

Benjen Stark

n/a

Jorah Mormont

n/a

Robb Stark

Robb and Jon Fighting Over Y/N

Being Ned Stark's Wife and Interacting w/ Baby Jon and Robb

GoT & HoTD Characters As Your Fans

Yandere GoT Headcanons

Jon Snow

Robb and Jon Fighting Over Y/N

Being Ned Stark's Wife and Interacting w/ Baby Jon and Robb

GoT & HoTD Characters As Your Fans

Yandere GoT Headcanons

Yandere Jon Snow x Reader - Jealousy

Petyr Baelish

Yandere GoT Headcanons

Sandor Clegane

Yandere GoT Headcanons

Cersei Lannister

n/a

Margaery Tyrell

n/a

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Ser Jorah falling in love w/ a belly dancer in Meereen

Ser Jorah Mormont x bellydancer!reader

I don’t own any of the plots or characters of ASOIAF/GOT that all belongs to George R. R. Martin

Warnings: fluff, mentions of abuse and slavery, allusions to sex.

Shortly after the liberation of Meereen was the name day of Queen Daenerys which called for a large celebration in the city. Missandei was tasked by Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan to gather the best entertainers the city had to offer, and that journey led her to you.

Several of the noble families in Meereen referred to you when asked about who the young advisor should hire for the Queen’s celebration. You were a known name to them, having been around for years as one of the finest talents they had come across. 

Missandei located you when you were performing at a small gathering one night. She was fascinated as she watched you, completely focused by how you moved and she understood why everyone would stop whatever they were doing to watch you dance. Your body would tell a story as it swayed, drawing in watchers while the beads and sequence of the skirts you wore bounced against your hips.

When she approached you after the performance was done and asked about her proposal, she was pleased by your acceptance and couldn’t help but feel stunned when you told her there was no need to pay you. When she protested, defending that you should be payed for your service you replied “Queen Daenerys paid me by freeing me and my family when she came to Meereen. It would be an honor to dance and give my gratitude to her Grace.”

The day of the celebration was in full swing. Daenerys sat with her court, overlooking the festivity with a smile as the people of Meereen rejoiced. Beside her say Missandei and Jorah, who also wore expressions of happiness. They drank, ate, laughed, and watched the performances underway. When it was close to the end, Missandei rose from her seat to walk to where the acts were introduced. 

It grew silent while when she began to speak, “Your Grace, it is my pleasure to introduce our final performer of the night, Y/N L/N.” The curtains moved when you emerged dressed in your traditional outfit you wore when you performed for noble families. All eyes were on you as you glided to the center of the stage-like area and bowed to the Queen, who in return gave you a smile.

Taking your stance, you waited for the music to start and when it did was when you began to dance. All attention was on you, the only sound around was that of the ensemble who usually traveled with you to provide the music. Your eyes closed, as they usually did when you performed, but you were aware of the eyes on you. 

Daenerys held a smile as she watched you, having never seen a act like you before. Her eyes met Messandei, giving her a nod in approval and the young advisor released a breath in relief, happy her Queen was pleased. The others at the table were captivated, but none could have been more than Ser Jorah was.

The man was simply mesmerized, eyes glued to your figure the moment you had exited the curtains. He had never seen a woman so beautiful in his life, and all feelings he had toward the Queen seemed to disappear and the only one in the world who could capture his eyes was you. When you danced, he was truly hypnotized by the way your hips swayed and when you opened your eyes halfway through the performance and met his, it was like you two were the only people in the world.

Your eyes were locked on his for what felt like forever, never faltering your movements and it was like Jorah was being drawn to you like a siren luring men to their death. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice when Daenerys had looked to him, completely missing the smirk she had on her face when she realized what was happening. Jorah was smitten and she knew it.

After several minutes, your dance ended igniting applause throughout the venue which included a standing ovation from the high table. You bowed to the Queen and when you rose she gestured for you to come present yourself to her. Rising up the steps, you kneeled while bowing your head, aware of the eyes on you and rose slowly to see that Daenerys was smiling at you.

She thanked you for your performance, citing that it was an incredible thing to witness and she was honored to have seen it. You thanked her and the two of you started to talk briefly, all while Jorah kept his attention on you, trying to refrain from trailing down your body although he seemed to have trouble with it and felt the heat on his face and neck.

It was when he heard you refuse Daenerys’ payment for your performance that he snapped out of his thoughts. “I do not wish to be paid, you Grace, for you have paid me enough by freeing me from the chains I was once in. The master who owned me would keep whatever compensation I made from performances to himself, and would harm me whenever I did not make the amount he desired. Because of you, I am free from his hold and can dance freely without having to give up my earnings and well being and for that I am forever in your debt.”

The young Queen was taken aback, as were her advisors and she moved by such words. “Then let me at least give you a token of my appreciation as thanks for your kind words. Jorah, make sure Y/N here has enough food and necessities during our time in Meereen.” The man stood straighter when Daenerys addressed him, nodding to her when she finished speaking and the two of you made eye contact again.

You went to go protest, but the Queen refused and you simply bowed while thanking her. The celebration was coming to an end and you were gathering your things when a figure approached you causing you to jump when they had cleared their voice to make their presence known. Ser Jorah was behind you, hands behind his back saying he was to know of your living situation and location so he could deliver the items the Queen had promised. 

Flustered by the attractive man, you managed to find your voice to tell him you were living in a small residence by the docks near a fountain. It would be hard to locate so you advise him to ask any of the locals in the area who sell food, and they will send him in the right direction. He thanked you and then proceeded to compliment your performance which made you smile and Jorah felt his heart skip at the action. 

The two of you started to talk, him offering you a glass of wine which you take and soon you two roll into a conversation. It was not a long one, for the man had to return to the Queen and you wanted to get home to rest after a long day, but you enjoyed the small amount of time. It was rather awkward at first, both of you seemingly shy by the other, but it was comforting to know there was a mutual attraction between the two of you.

Jorah would ask about what made you dance, and your experiences with your former master. He was attentive when you spoke, and never broke eye contact which felt nice because you were not use to men being so interested in learning about you, they were more in for the show you could provide them. 

In turn, you would ask about his time in Westeros and advising the Queen. Being born and raised in Meereen as a slave meant you had never seen the world outside it’s walls, but you had always been fascinated by the other cities in Essos and wondered about life beyond the sea in Westeros. You grew fascinated by the things Jorah told off, and longed to one day be able to travel and see the things he did.

Night rolled over and the two of you bid your goodbyes, but you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time you saw each other. In fact, the next week Jorah was at your door with a wagon full of food and clothes as promised. He would visit you weekly after finding out where you resided, sometimes he had stuff from Daenerys to give you, like cloth and furs or things to help you provide for yourself and other times it was because Jorah wanted to see you. You would invite him in, offering tea and bread while you two talked. Sometimes visits would last a few minutes, others it would last hours and each time the feelings you were developing for the man and vice versa progressed. 

Jorah had been hesitant to act on the feelings he had toward you. It was obvious he had grown to love you, but the last time he fell for someone it was fast and he was met with rejection. He was afraid he would meet the same with you. There was an age difference and Jorah felt you deserved someone more close to you who could be there for you and give you the things you wanted like marriage and children. He was an exiled Knight who could be killed when he returns to Westeros with Daenerys. In his eyes, you deserved much more than he could offer. 

You on the other hand were head over heels for Jorah, and it was becoming hard to conceal the fact the more time went on. Somehow you managed, yet it would be difficult to hide the attraction you two shared whenever you were invited over to the pyramid to dance for Daenerys whenever she had gatherings or simply were there to chat with the young Queen who had grown fond of you. She was no fool to what was happening between you and Jorah, and it was actually her having to take measures into her own hands for the two of you to finally confess.

Deanery’s was having a small party that you were invited to attend, but did not have to dance if you didn’t want to and even supplied you with a silk gown and shoes. You were not used to the attire, but thanked the Queen nonetheless and spent most of the evening by Messandei’s side or talking with the wives of the attendees. You hadn’t seen Jorah at all and part of you was a little anxious and sad, but you managed to keep a smile when conversing with others. 

unbeknownst to you, Jorah was seated not far from where the party was with his eyes on you full of awe. He’s had never seen you dressed so formally, and you looked so beautiful it made a blush rise to his face. He was sipping his wine, when Daenerys approached making him bow in respect and greet her. She asked him why he was by himself and not enjoying the party, to which he told her he was making sure the guests were not doing anything suspicious or likely to cause harm to her. The woman rolled her eyes, immediately confronting him with his feelings toward you which had the man a stuttering mess.

She of course didn’t buy it when Jorah tried to deny her claims. So when she saw out of the corner of her eyes a young man approach you, she was quick to tell the man. “So you wouldn’t care right now if that man were to try and swoon her. She’s a beautiful woman, Jorah, and it’s no deny men all over Meereen would love to call her theirs. It would be a shame for you to let her go when it’s obvious she desires your affection as you desire hers.”

Jorah watched closely as the man he recognized as the son of a noble lord spoke to you with a smile. He focused on your demeanor, to see if you were at all uncomfortable, but he knew from your personality that you were always very civil and kind to people, not realizing until it’s too late if the motives were opposite of that you assumed. Jorah could feel the resentment towards the man rise within him, not liking how close he was to and how he was receiving your attention. He didn’t want to make a scene however and embarrass his queen, so he clutched his goblet tight while a glare made its way onto his face.

 Daenerys just stood back and watched, sipping on her wine with a smirk when Jorah finally moved toward you as the man reached out to brush a hair from your face. “Forgive my intrusion. Y/N, if I may have a word with you.” You gave a smile to the man you were talking to, giving a nod to him as you said goodbye and took Jorah’s arm allowing him to guide you away. Your dress flowed behind you and Jorah led you to an area away from the loud chatter of guests where the two of you could be alone, both of you oblivious when Daenerys approached the man you had just been talking to and placed a small pouch in his hand giving him a wink.

It was here where Jorah confesses to you, having realized he was consumed of jealousy when he saw you talking to another man. Words come tumbling from his mouth, confessing you are the most amazing person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting and that he loves you. You were frozen, and Jorah felt the anxiety rise by your silence, his head dropping thinking he was about to get rejected again in his life. To his surprise, you stepped forward and brought your hand around his neck. Before he knew it, your lips were pressed to his and he responded back in return, hands moving to waist and pulling you closer to him. 

The kiss lasted several seconds before you pulled away, whispering “I love you too, Ser Jorah. Never has a man ever captured my heart in the way you have.” His lips returned to yours, this time smiling into the kiss which made you giggle in delight, your arms going to wrap around his neck.

That night was the start of your relationship. You stayed by Jorah’s side and Daenerys was happy to let you move to Jorah’s chambers when you were ready. You still enjoyed living where you resided so it was a few months before you eventually took up the offer. Jorah didn’t seem to mind, in fact he enjoyed visiting you at your home when he wanted to get away from the stress and pressure being the Queen’s advisor had.

Whenever you sensed his distress you would make tea and offer to give a massage, or just let him rant while you listened. Sometimes when you were feeling a little confident you would suggest a dance for him, which Jorah could never deny. He would sit back while you danced, gazing at you lovingly and sometimes feeling desire for you course through him. And when the mood takes a turn, you’ll find your back pressed against Jorah’s chest while his hands rested on you hips as you continued to sway them and dance against him. 

Those nights will end with you two entangled in each others embrace, pants and moans being released by the pleasure you bring to one another. Jorah would be overwhelmed with emotion, not believing he had found such love with a person like you and thanked the Gods everyday for bringing you into his life.

You followed him wherever he went. When Daenerys exiled him for betrayal, when he returned and was exiled again. You urged him to find a cure for the greyscale, but he felt he needed to prove to Daenerys first he was a changed man. You stood frozen in fear when he fought in the fighting pits and when the Sons of the Harpy attacked, he was quick to save you. You followed him to save Daenerys, and again left with him when she sent him to find the cure you so desperately wanted him to find.

The journey to the Citadel was long and you couldn’t believe the world beyond Meereen.  You always wondered about life beyond it’s walls and you were finally getting a small look at that. You don’t know how long it had been since Jorah had contracted the disease, and by the time you reached the Citadel it had spread all along his left side. Jorah refused to touch you since he had got it, for fear of inflicting the same death sentence onto you. 

You were not allowed to stay with him while he was at the Citadel, so you had to find shelter in the area around. It was hard not being with him, especially because you were in a place unknown to you and didn’t know what to do while you waited for him to return. The days felt like weeks and soon months when Jorah finally found you. You were about to launch yourself in his arms but faltered, having to stop yourself since it had been so long since you two had touched and you were unsure if you could even hug him. 

When he smiled to you, opening his arms that’s when you knew he had been cured. Jorah stumbled a bit when you collided with him, nuzzling your face into his neck while he wrapped his arms around you. It brought water to his eyes at the relief he could finally hug you after so long not being able to. His hands trailed down your back, resting on your hips while you cried in rejoice.

Pulling away after some minutes you two connected your lips in a passionate kiss, putting all the love and soul you had into it. His hands continued to caress you, loving the feeling of while you ran your fingers through his curls near that nape of his neck. 

“Thank you,” he said when you two disconnected the kiss, “thank you for being there for me. I don’t know what I would have done without you, Y/N.” 

“I told you I’d follow you anywhere, Ser Jorah Mormont. I meant that from this day, until the end of my days.”

[dany-is-my-queen]

The Bear Meets The Dragon

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Mormont! Reader

Requested by: @thankyoualexkingston-blog

Word Count: 714

Note: I’m gonna start with my requests 🥺 (Not my gif)

You’ve always been so fascinated about the stories people told about the courageous and marvelous Daenerys Targaryen, the Mother of Dragons. You’ve been hearing these tales since the birth of her children. She has done an amazing job in the cities of Essos, freeing the slaves and bringing justice. Not everyone believed in such things, dragons, but you always did, since you were a little girl you loved to read all about the Targaryens.

The North didn’t recognize any other southerner ruler, not since Eddard Stark was killed by the Lannisters. Now Daenerys was coming all the way here to help Jon Snow, the Stark siblings, and other houses to fight the threat of the Army of the Dead. You were so excited to meet her in person. She was quite the woman, she accomplished a lot in a very short amount of time even though things were harsh. She stood out, you admire her courage, her strength. Perhaps this was unusual cause you’ve never interacted with her but you somehow fell in love with her. You’ve also learned she has gorgeous silver hair, exquisite lilac eyes, lovely features. Your mind wanders in her almost every day, and every night. You pictured her in several scenarios, your favorite is on top of her largest fiery dragon, you were sure she had a kind smile, just as her heart. You dreamed of how it would be your first meeting. You just couldn’t wait for that day.

Something came up in Bear Island so you had to go back there to take care of it, your little sister Lyanna stayed in your stead whilst you were dealing with the situation.

You stopped at Crofter’s Village, almost arriving at Winterfell. The sight took your breath away, and the sound of roaring made you grinned widely.

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” A voice commented behind you.

“Yes! I can’t believe my eyes. And their mother... I’ve heard a thousand stories of her bravery and her beauty, she has this precious hair, a smile that would bring millions of people to their knees.” You didn’t avert your gaze from the astonishing dragons flying ahead of you.

The woman giggled. “You haven’t met her yet?”

“No. I haven’t had the pleasure. I was on my way actually.”

“Well, she will surely like you. Maybe even Drogon or Rheagal will agree on taking you for a ride.” You modestly chuckled.

“How do you know their names?”

“A mother chooses the names of her children in the North too, right?” You promptly turned to your side to find a charming young woman beside you. The words got stuck in your mouth when you realized who she was. Your heart was beating incredibly fast.

“You are... Oh gods! I-I... your grace. I’m sorry if my rambling annoyed you.” When you managed to finally speak she smiled brightly.

“It didn’t, it was so kind of you to say those things about me.”

“I’m Y/N Mormont.” You told her a bit bashfully.

“Ser Jorah spoke to me several times about his endearing cousin, he missed you. He failed to mention you are the prettiest girl in the North.” Daenerys called you pretty? Not even the cold could hid your flushed cheeks.

“Thank you, your grace. But you are truly breathtaking.” She laughed and you swore that was the most pleasing sound you’ve ever heard in your life.

“And you are sweet. It’s nice to know that I have admirers up here.” She replied with a small blushed too.

“Well, Daenerys Stormborn. I’ve heard quite a lot of your journey and your purpose, I was thrilled with your courage, of what you did in Essos, you stood up for the weakest, you have a gentle heart, your grace, you will restore peace and prosperity to Westeros I have no doubt.”

“Thank you for having faith in me, my lady. I shall not disappoint you. Now that I’m here I believe in new alliances and friendships.”

“I’m glad I finally met you, my Queen.” You said with enthusiasm.

“Me too, Lady Y/N.”

You called her my Queen, does that mean your house recognizes her as the rightful ruler? Yes. House Mormont will always be on the service of Daenerys Targaryen as long as you live.

[winterfell-fantasy]

old friends [jorah mormont]

description: Can I request something with Jorah x reader using this promts: “Stay here tonight.” // "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me". Reader being and old friend or something like that. Fluff! ❤️❤️. Thank you! I love your works!

requested by: Anon

warnings: None

i love jorah! thanks for requesting!

You groaned as you wiped the remainder of the blood from your face, scowling in disgust before you tossed the rag away from you. You were tired of this war and all the fighting - you had been in too many battles than you’d wanted, but Daenerys was growing more power hungry with every passing day.

A hand landed on your shoulder and you turned to see Jorah staring down at you, worry creased in his brow. You shot him a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He murmured back, sitting down next to you in front of your vanity. You hadn’t even heard the doors open to your room. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” You mumbled, leaning forward to the mirror to properly assess the cut running from your forehead to your chin. You sucked in a breath, not realizing how deep the injury actually was. “Damn.”

“That looks bad, Y/n.” Jorah raised his hand to brush a piece of hair away from the wound. “Do you want me to stitch it up.”

You looked at him with fearful eyes. “Can you?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “I’ll be careful.”

While you definitely did not want a needle going near your face, you knew you had to close this wound before it became infected. So you nodded your head and Jorah set to work. The soft caress of his fingers on your face had you feeling some type of way, and you kept your eyes away from Jorah the whole time.

It was no secret - other than to Jorah, of course - that you had feelings for the man. You had been friends for years and he was always so kind and gentle with you that you couldn’t help but fall for him.

When Jorah was done, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple before he stood. You grabbed his hand before you could stop yourself and your face flushed. “Stay here tonight?”

Jorah looked unsure, eyes flitting to your bed before they landed back on you. “Y/n... Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You said without hesitation. 

Jorah let out a troubled sigh, but he nodded his head. The two of you readied yourselves for bed and you climbed in next to him, resting your head on his chest. Neither of you spoke for some time and you could feel him dozing off beside you.

You nuzzled into his chest and closed your eyes, feeling exhausted from the day’s events. Just as you were about to slip into sleep, Jorah’s lips pressed against the top of your head. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you moved your head to look at him. A sleepy smile laid on his lips and he was looking at you with hooded eyes. You let out a sharp breath and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips.

Jorah let out a sound of surprise and you pulled back. “You can’t just say things like that and not expect me to kiss you, Ser Jorah.”

He laughed at you, leaning up to capture your lips once again. “I’ll plan ahead next time.”

It was your turn to laugh at him and you kissed him again, too happy to close your eyes now. The two of you didn’t get much sleep that night.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Drink - Jorah Mormont

Pairing: Jorah Mormont x Reader

Characters: Jorah Mormont

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Could you write a Jorah one shot for "Yeah, well, if you weren't so drunk maybe I would."? I love your work so much.”

Word Count: 540

Author: Hannah

When you had first heard rumours of Ser Jorah Mormont you had not heard great things of his drinking habits. It was said that he had made it regular to be seen with some form of alcohol in his hand.

However, you had never expected him to be such a regular at the bar that you worked behind, but you had to admit you had grown to look forward to the times that he would be sat in front of you.

That evening Jorah had been in for a good while which was worrying, his habit had become to only come in for a few drinks before leaving but for some reason things had changed.

“Y/N?” the landlord questioned from behind you.

You turned around with a smile as you wiped down a glass. “Is everything alright?” you asked, putting the glass away.

He nodded but motioned to upstairs. “My wife is feeling unwell and I need to go and help with the baby,” he told you. “Are you going to be okay if I am only upstairs?”

You smiled at him and nodded. “Of course, I would rather you go and attend to your baby than be down here.”

Smiling, he headed upstairs leaving you to face the room of drunkards but your eyes honed in on Jorah.

What you didn’t realise was that throughout the evening Jorah had been glancing over at you whenever he could, he had been trying to work up the courage to ask you to drink with him for many nights now, but he had never managed it.

You watched as Jorah left his seat and came over to sit in front of you. “May I have another?”

He motioned to his cup as he spoke, so you nodded, taking it off of him and filling it up with his usual. “Have you not had enough?”

He scoffed, taking a drink. “I am better at this than you know.”

“And that is why most nights you stumble out of here to just fall over as soon as you are outside,” you stated your observations with a small smile on your face.

Jorah chuckled and raised his glass to you. “That is only because most nights I wish to gain courage and I do so by drinking.”

“I am unsure as to if that is how it works Ser Jorah,” you told him. “It has yet to work for any other man in here.”

“It has worked for me tonight,” he stated with a nod. “As I am over here talking to you.”

You titled your head in confusion. “You talk to me most nights Ser Jorah, it is a shame that you do not remember them all come morning.”

“Oh, I remember them,” he confirmed as he took another sip. “I have been working up the courage to ask you to drink with me Y/N for many nights now.”

Smiling, you pretended to think for a moment. “Yes, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

“Is this you telling me if I am not drunk tomorrow evening then you will have a drink with me?” he questioned, a smile on his face.

“Come back tomorrow Ser Jorah and you will find out.”

[bonniebird]

Half of a whole

Daenerys x Daughter!Reader

Requested by Anon

“(Y/N) will not be easy to keep in the crypts.” Daenerys said across the table to Tyrion.

“Perhaps her fire would be useful?” Tyrion started. Sansa raised her eyebrows in amusement as Daenerys’ head snapped towards Tyrion and she gave him a withering glare.

“Absolutely not, she is a child.” She snapped, glancing at Jon who gave an awkward nod.

“I thought we needed all the dragons we could get.” Sansa said casually as she reached for her goblet and sipped from it as she looked over the brim with a blank face.

Before Danny could reply the doors pushed open and Sansa’s eyes fell on a child no older than seven or eight. Perhaps a few inches shorter than Lady Mormont she carried an air of importance. She was dressed similarly to Daenerys, the coat was light blue rather than white and three dragon pieces crowned her braids. There was no denying the girl was a Targaryen, the features were unmistakable.

“Mother. Varys has a riddle for me and I cannot answer it will you help?” You asked her as she lifted you to sit in her lap.

“Not just yet. Where are your guards?” She asked with a gentle smile as she stroked your cheek.

“The wolf soldier showed me how to sneak.” You said and mimed sneaking to Daenerys who laughed as you hopped down and rushed to show Tyrion your sneaking. “I can scare all the white walkers away. I just sneak and BOO!” You giggled as you scrambled under the table and jumped out at Tyrion who pretended to keel over in shock.

“Forgive me, Princess (Y/N) is getting very good at sneaking. Lady Stark finds her antics amusing.” Missandei said as she glided into the room.

“Go with Missandei sweetheart, I will find you once the meeting is done.” Daenerys promised with an encouraging smile. Sansa gave a smile that was clearly a smirk of amusement when you crinkle your nose and looked in her direction. “I do not want to hide inside! I want to play with Drogon!”

“(Y/N)!” Daenerys hissed, clearly flustered when she couldn’t get you to stop.

“Varys says I have to stay in the crypts but I WON'T! I will fight with my fire!” You said with a pout and squealed when Missandei tried to shoo you out of the room.

“Princess Targaryen.” Sansa said so camly that everyone hushed and looked at her as she rose from her seat and rounded the table. “If your fire can kill white walkers I must make a request of you.”

“Yes!” You said excitedly as she crouched down to look you in the eye while Daenerys glanced at Jon as if to silently beg him to intervene.

“I have hundreds of people preparing to hide in the crypts but almost all of them are unable to fight. The men will be too busy fighting to defend us. Bar Lord Tyrion of course. It would be a great comfort of you would agree to defend them for me.” She smiled kindly and held out her hand for you to shake. You quickly shook it and beamed a proud smile as Missandei led you out.

“Well that was easier than expected.” Varys said as he entered the room, having caught the end of the interaction.

“I grew up with Arya. It may not convince her to stay down in the crypts but for now she will entertain the idea, hopefully she will be spooked into staying safe.” Sitting at the table again there was a moment of awkward silence as Daenerys looked her up and down before surrendering a smile.

“Thank you.” Danny said softly before the meeting continued.

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“They’re down in the crypts.” Jon said as he rushed to Daenerys’ side as she finished giving commands and folded her hands, looking over the army in worry.

“Hopefully they’ll stay safe. As safe as we can.” Danny muttered as she sighed and glanced at Jon who looked positively morbid.

They watched in silence as the army surged forward to challenge the first wave of enemies. In the distance Daenerys spotted someng, squinting she frowned and lent forwards a little.

“No!” She gasped as she realised you were riding your horse with the front row of Dothraki. She turned to start ordering people to rescue you until the dragons shrieked. Rhaegal surged forwards and let out a crime as the battlefield exploded in fire, the sound of it ignoring let a huge echoing boom rattle around Winterfell.

“Get her back.” Jon shouted after trying to get Daenerys attention but found he was unable to get her to focus on anything but your horse, retreating through the soldiers as a path parted for you.

“(Y/N)! I can’t lose her too!” Daenerys yelped and started to panic.

“Dany. It will be alright, soldiers are going to get her to Sansa in the crypts. The dragon is watching over her. We need you to fight…” Jon trailed off when she shook her head and left to find Drogon. With a quick glance he could see you, burning your way through White Walkers that had caught up to you and those who were fighting were quick to pick off anything that you missed. He was rather impressed.

“She is the Khalakki of my Khalasar. I lost her twin to a witch and we thought she would not survive the desert, they begged and pleaded for me to leave her with her father, to die. Yet she did survive. I will not abandon her now. I never will. No one will tell me too.” She barked at Jon whose face changed to one of sympathy before nodding.

“Forgive me your grace. I didn't mean to imply that you should turn your back on her. It is just that she is holding her own. I will try and have her sent back to the crypts.” Jon said politely. She nodded firmly and rushed to climb onto Drogon. He chuckled a little when he saw your horse knocked off its feet and with no hesitation you scrambled onto Ghost’s back before Jorah yanked you away and shooed you towards the crypts..

[megsironthrone]

Protect

Based on this request: Some Danearys X reader fluff perhaps? Dany and the Dragon crew are astonished of the reader being constantly hungry wolfing down her meals and being rarely seen in.the palace. Until they realise that the reader is sneaking off to train under Jorah in order to defend Dany should the need arise. Due to constantly working out she is always tired and hungry. Some Dany fluff please?

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Warnings: Fluff!

Pairings/Characters: Daenerys Targaryen x reader, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Tyrion Lannister

Daenerys was confused. She hardly saw you anymore. And when she did, it was only at meals or when you were sleeping next to her. She was surprised at the change in your routine, but was even more surprised to see you wolfing down every meal like it was the last one you'd ever have. Then, you'd disappear again. And Jorah would always go with you.

Rumors began circulating that you and Jorah may have been lovers. The very thought was almost maddening to Daenerys. It wasn't because she didn't want you to be happy, but the two of you were already lovers and you had always been honest with one another. If you wanted to be with Jorah, why not tell Daenerys herself? In any case, the queen found herself dying to know what was going on with you, but she was not prepared for the answer.

It was Tyrion and Missandei that figured it out first. The two had formed an odd friendship during Tyrion's time in Meereen and had been walking outside when they saw the reason for the change in your routine. Both immediately returned to Daenerys' side. "You should see this, Khaleesi," Missandei told her, "It is Y/N." Daenerys was up and following them in no time.

The sound of steel striking against steel was heard before she saw anything. Then, Jorah's voice reached her ears. "You're too slow. You need to forget that I'm your friend for the moment. You cannot hesitate!" A higher pitched groan was followed by, "I'm trying!" Daenerys and the others finally made it outside to a sight Daenerys was not prepared for.

You were standing in front of Jorah, sword in hand and a scowl on your face. "Not hard enough. What if it was a true enemy? What if I were trying to hurt Khaleesi?" A stormy look crossed your features as a smirk came over Jorah's. "There it is. Use it. You asked me to train you so that can protect her, right? Then train like you mean it! Again!"

Daenerys watched as you came at Jorah with sword raised. There was speed and fury in your movements that she'd never seen from you before. This was why you kept disappearing? Why you were eating so quickly and why you were so exhausted all the time? So you could protect her. Daenerys was touched beyond words. She never knew one person was capable of such love and devotion for another. She decided not to interrupt your training and returned back inside.

She waited for you later than evening in the chambers you sometimes shared. As soon as the door opened, Daenerys shot to her feet. You closed the door behind you and turned to her with a soft, sleepy smile. "Good evening, Da-" Your greeting was cut off by her practically throwing herself at you and pressing her lips to yours. You let out a surprised squeak as you almost missed catching her before she could send you both falling to the ground. She pulled back, grinning.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what was that about?" you asked with a light laugh. "I know what you've been doing for me." Your brows furrowed. "Jorah told you?" She shook her head and explained what had happened. Your frown grew. "Are you angry?"

"What? Why should I be angry? No one has ever gone to such great lengths for me. I'm honored and, honestly don't know how I could ever thank you enough. And I'm glad to know what has brought on the sudden changes I've been seeing in you." You dipped your head in embarrassment. "Jorah said I should stop being so exhausted once I'm used to the training. Unfortunately, the eating may never change back."

Daenerys kissed you again. "I don't care about that. Just as I never cared whether you could protect me or not. That's why I have dragons and the Unsullied. I love you, no matter what." You blinked at her in surprise. While it was true the two of you had been lovers for a while, you'd never said those three powerful words. She laughed a bit and continued, "I'd love to show my appreciation." It didn't take a genius to know what she meant.

"As nice as that would be, I'm not sure I have the strength tonight. But I would love to just lie down with you…after a bath." Her smirk turned into a genuine grin. "I think I'd like that." She helped you remove your training armor while a servant prepped a bath.

Once you were clean, you let Daenerys lead you to the bed and laid down. you face each other, legs tangled together. One of her arms rested on your waist while your hand reached up to tuck a strand of the almost-white hair behind her ear. Her violet eyes stared at you with such adoration you couldn't help but lean over and give her a peck on the lips.

"I love you, Daenerys. More than I have ever loved anyone else," you whispered. She pulled you a bit closer as you moved your hand to cup her cheek. She leaned into your touch with a sigh. "I love you," she replied, her own eyes growing heavier by the minute. With a chuckle, you kiss her again before letting sleep take you.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I've been able to get several requests done in the last few days so...requests may just be open for my birthday tomorrow!)

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[malereader-inserts]

Little Wolf

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Tormund Giantsbane x Stark!Reader Summary: The Long Night has ended, and all you want is your wilding love Word Count: 2,054 A/n: A lot of unnecessary lines in this that I could probably not include but yet, here we are. SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF SEASON  8 (obviously) lol I wrote this before the next episode hits me (I've seen leaks and i’m PISSED) so here’s my love Tormund to calm me down.

You breathe heavily, your knees feeling weak as you were ready to crumble on the snow. You had seen Arya move across your home on a mission, she came to you for defence. Despite, able to defend herself, she could use an extra hand. You had accompanied her in the journey to the Night King, you weren’t going to question why she was going to the Godswood, all you had in your head was that you needed to defend your bother.

You had witnessed the fall of the Night King. You stood by Theon’s body, you finally were allowed to stop fighting when every dead finally dropped. You choked back a sob, looking in the dead eyes of your friend - a brother. You look up to see Bran and Arya hugging, your icy breath distracts you for a moment until you drop your sword and come stumbling to join your younger siblings into a hug.

“You’re bleeding.”

“All of us are, Arya,” You commented dryly as you parted the hug. 

“No, (Y/n)-” Arya motions to your broken armour, a steel blade piercing through to your abdomen, she holds you upright.

Her hand on your shoulder and your back as you lean your hand on Bran’s wheelchair. With your other arm, you forcefully pull the armour off you as you looked down at the blade, your blood staining your leather clothes.

“You’ll be fine,” Arya reassures, she couldn’t lose another family member, she couldn’t lose you, “We just need to find a maester.”

“Probably tending to other wounded,” You murmured, “I want to sit.”

“(Y/n) no-”

You wave her off as you sit down against the tree, you could let whatever Gods shout at you for bleeding on sacred lands, Arya pushes Bran’s wheelchair to face you as she sits down next to you. Leaning her head against your shoulder as she hugs you tight if bleeding out won’t kill you then the cold will. Your hand rest lazily against the wound.

Your lips growing blue as you felt exhausted. You spent all of the night killing the dead, you could see the sun rising. At the entrance you could see your direwolf sniffing out for you, you softly smile when you saw your loyal wolf. You were glad that he had survived the war. The Black wolf stares at you with blue eyes, quickly walking over to you.

“Hello Grimm,” You greeted as the beast slump down to your legs, resting his head on your knees.

“We must find a healer soon,” Arya softly hummed, sleep was slowly consuming her, “I don’t want to lose you.”

“I’m losing feeling in my legs, Arya,” You muttered, “And it’s not Grimm leaning on me.”

Jon soon came to view, he quickly runs to his family. Relieved to see three of them survived the battle, embracing Bran and Arya before looking at you. His eyes wandered down to the wound before his eyes widening. Arya explains what had happened out here before Jon softly instructing her to bring Bran inside.

“I hope you weren’t planning to die out here,” Jon murmured as he pulls you up, looking apologetic to your direwolf, “Tormund might kill me.”

“He’s alive?” 

“Tough fucker he is, if he could survive the fall of East Watch, I’m not surprised that he survived this,” Jon answers, your lips curve upwards as he pulls your arm over his shoulder, “Most of them have gone inside, luckily just with a few scrapes and cuts.”

“And Tormund?” You asked as you walk with Jon, leaning your weight on him, your wolf whimpering by your side, he hated seeing you injured.

“He’s fine, drinking most likely,” Jon assures you as you both stop once more to look at Theon.

“He died a good man, Jon,” You sounded, “He came back home, that’s what matters, correcting his wrongs.”

“I just wish he could-”

“No more for wishful thinking, Jon,” You interrupted him as you two continue to walk, you groan in pain when Jon tries to haul you up the stairs, “You’re killing me here, Jon.”

“Sorry,” Jon responded, yet there was no sorry tone as he pulls you into a warm room, a maester already present, “My brother, please-”

The maester nods as Jon slowly place you onto the bed. You writhe in pain as the maester got to work, Jon stays by your side for a bit, smiling as your direwolf situate himself by your side. 

He watches how the maester release you from the blade, he cringes when he hears you scream, he cringes when he hears your breathing change to become uneven. Jon closes his eyes because he can’t stand seeing you in pain, he knows that Tormund will be furious won’t be by your side whilst your getting tended, but the last thing that the maester needed was a wilding cursing and being distracting.

Jon opens his eyes again, seeing you sweat and become pale. You were keeping your eyes shut as you grip against the bed sheets, keeping your pain to a minimum. But, Jon couldn’t stand hearing your whimpers.

“Tormund is probably drinking himself to death,” You breathed as you squirm under the towel, cleaning the blood and pressing down on the wound.

“He’s worried, he hadn’t seen you half the fight he said when I went to check up on him,” Jon explains, watching you getting stitched up, “He’s looking for his little wolf.”

“Who’s with the fallen?” You asked softly, opening your eyes to stare at him, grinning to yourself when you hear the familiar nickname that Tormund has affectionately donned on you.

“Edd, Lady Mormont, Beric Dondarrion, Jorah and Theon,” Jon listed off.

“The bear house is no more,” You heaved a heavy breath as you were wrapped up with bandages, there were still some speckles of blood that was staining through the off white material, “Look at us,”

“What is there to look at?”

“We’re the very few to survive this mess,” You babbled, “We’ve changed so much, I remember when we were children and running around home - we had nothing to worry about.”

“I’m happy,” Jon considers for a while, “I have Dany, I have my family alive and well, we’ve defeated the Night King.”

The maester pauses and looks at Jon, who explains that someone has to watch over you, someone more than just the direwolf. A mixture of the cold and your fatal wound has caused some complication. Whilst you were patched up, a fever had broken through you.

“Tormund,” You hiss under your breath, “I want him-”

Jon nods, he pushes back your hair from your sweaty forehead, kissing you on the temple before running his hand on Grimm. The wolf whined, lying close to your hand, on your left side. Jon leaves your room as he moves to the hall. There were many people bustling around, feeding themselves and coming for comfort.

Near the fireplace, he sees a familiar group of people, silently in each other’s company as they timidly feast on food. Making his way there, he sees Arya abruptly standing up, gaining the attention of the people in the circle.

“Is he okay?”

“Fever broke out,” Jon responded, as Arya slowly nods, sitting back down next to Gendry and Sandor. The group look at him, as he meets Tormund’s gaze, “He wants you.”

Tormund was confused for a moment before it clicked in his head, his little wolf is calling for him, he stands up loudly, urgency in his eyes, “Where?”

“His room,” Jon says, he knows that you and Tormund had spent a few hours before the war in your room. He should know where you’ve been resting.

Tormund nodded his thanks as he rushes out the room, running up the stairs and barging into your room. The maester wasn’t present in your room anymore, but he had noticed your wolf perked his head up at the intruder, almost ready to attack. Only to calm down when he sees Tormund. Tormund closes the door behind him as he walks across the room.

His little wolf was asleep.

He looms over you, he sees the thin clothing that covers you, he grimaced at the sight of your bandages as he perched himself on the edge of your bed. He watches your chest rise and fall, it was clear you were wheezing, small little moans that were signalling you were in pain. He admires your face, the light scars that were fading over time.

He admires your neck, your chest that was on the show, how he has the pleasure in seeing past that. He loves you with all of his heart, when he had met you at the Wall, you were ten times prettier than Jon Snow. He couldn’t help but admire you from afar and up close.

He was ecstatic to hear you were just as impressed with him as he was with you. He remembers your first kiss with him, and the first night he stayed by your side. You said it was the best you’ve ever had, he’s held you against your words a few times just to shut you up. He remembers how you kiss him goodbye, he departs for the wall and you stay at Winterfell.

He doesn’t forget the night before the war, in which he spent some hours he had left with you. Unknowing to the both of you if you had a tomorrow together. You declare how much you couldn’t bear thinking about loss and death, especially his. 

Tormund continues to stare, you were pretty for a man, handsome, almost too good to be true. He hadn’t seen such beauty beyond the wall. They were all ugly, but the south of the north was more presentable. He likes it when you’re wearing leather.

”You’re staring,”

“Can’t help it.” 

You open your eyes, he smiles to see your eyes still full of love for him. He brushes your hair, then your cheek. 

“My little wolf,” His voice was deep, full of love as you grin at the term of endearment, “What can I do to help?”

“Nothing for the moment,” You whispered and you see Tormund frown, you could tell that he wants to soothe your pain away - it was clearly distressing to him to see you wounded, “I just want you.”

“I’m aware but what-”

“Tormund.”

You silently stare at him, as he stares back at you. He chuckles as he nods, whilst you had no energy to tackle him down to do what you say but you were definitely as stubborn as Starks get. He didn’t want to be on the receiving end. 

“Alright,” He slides you over and lies by your side, “Happy?”

“Tremendously,” You bit back at his sarcasm, Tormund chuckles fondly, you lean your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your forehead, silently worrying about the burning heat against his cold harsh lips. You hummed with content as you nuzzle yourself close to him.

“You’re warm,” You commented, “I guess that makes sense since you were kissed by the fire.”

Tormund fondly smiles as you bring your hand to twiddle with his red beard. Softly tugging it, he could see you amused and delirious.

“I think your fever is getting the best of you, little wolf.”

“I’m not little, I’m taller than Jon,” You retaliated, as Tormund snorts in amusement, “I could talk about you for hours, Tormund, everything.”

Tormund chuckles, “I know you could, I watched you done it before and as entertaining that would be. I think it’s best you sleep.”

“Will you stay?”

“Aye, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Tormund teased, “Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake.”

“I love you, Tormund,” You murmured, allowing sleep to consume you, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my days with you.”

Tormund was touched, he’s fucked many men and women before. He wants to admit that he’s been in love before, yet here you were. A stubborn Stark leaning against him, ready to settle down with him. Whilst you could not offer him a family, you could offer him adventure and laughter, good memories. 

He was smitten by you, his little wolf.

He chuckles to himself. 

He, himself, was ready to spend the rest of his days with you too.

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Scars [Jorah Mormont x Reader]

Request: "Okay, so can I ask for a Jorah fic? I don’t care what you write, I haven’t cried during Game of Thrones yet and I’m just now into s5. Maybe something soft, some vulnerability when it comes to his... greyscale? Is that what it’s called?? 😂😂😂" by @morganas-pendragons

A/n: I’ve edited this three times and completely gave up after that. Really hope you like it!! Btw exams are almost over and I couldn’t be happier 💘💘 

Words: 2000  ||  GoT Masterlist

You couldn’t hold back a flinch the moment the washcloth came in contact with your skin. The gaping wound on your shoulder was, however, a small price to be paid against surviving the Battle of Winterfell. The healing room around you was bursting with groans of pain as not everyone stood as lucky as you had been. Scanning the place for what seemed like the hundredth time, you were unable to spot Jorah once again, feeling another wave of fear course through you.

The last time you had seen him was just before the battle began and that had only been for the two of you to get into a tremendous fight. Jorah had insisted on you staying back and despite knowing he simply wanted to protect you, there was no way you’d listen to him. Letting out a sight, you were about to wrap a cloth around your wound and go back to searching for the man that was preoccupying your thoughts when the doors slammed open revealing a very distressed Missandei helping a barely standing Jorah.

Upon seeing the couple entering you hopped off the cot you had been sitting in, knocking almost everything off in the process as you rushed towards them. Allowing Jorah to hold onto you, you helped Missandei carry him to the nearest cot and gently lie him down. A pained groan escaped the man’s lips before he managed to take in his surroundings through half lidded eyes. His look was confused and blurry until it landed on you.

“Tyrion said you’d know what to do” Missandei explained in a panicked tone motioning towards Jorah and the terrible state he was in. He was covered in blood and mud and his armor was damaged to the point where you had trouble getting it off of his body. The moment you did, multiple deep cuts were revealed causing your breath to get caught in your throat in shock.

“Hopefully” you replied taking a deep breath in an attempt to slow down your increasingly frantic heartbeat “Pass me some clean cloths and water” you requested after inspecting the wounds, feeling slightly more optimistic upon realizing neither of them was located close enough to his heart to be life threatening.

“Y/n?” Jorah’s hoarse voice startled you causing you to almost drop the pieces of fabric you were holding.

“Hey. We made it, you’re safe now, we’re all safe” you explained while gently running your hand through his hair in a comforting manner while your other made its way to his cheek. The action seemed to have the desired result as he slightly relaxed into your touch.

“You’re fine…” He rasped as a small smile graces his features, the cuts on his face making even that movement painful.

“Of course I’m fine, you stubborn man. Now I just need you to hold on a little longer” you whispered softly taking his hand on yours “Can you do that for me?” you asked to which he replied with a tiny nod. The motion was enough for you, though as you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before starting to work on his wounds, attempting to clean away the blood.

Every time the cloth came in contact with the damaged skin, you felt Jorah’s muscles tense and a stifled groan of pain escaped his lips one in a while. You despised nothing more than being the one to cause him even more pain, but it had to be done. At some point he must have passed out from the pain and exhaustion as his eyes shut and a more relaxed expression was apparent on his face.

After almost an hour which to you had seemed like an eternity, each and every cut and bruise in Jorah’s chest and face had been washed and tended to. Taking a moment to observe the rhythmic rising and falling of his chest you finally allowed yourself to feel relieved. Jorah was alive and despite the number of blows he had received, there was no doubt he was going to make it. Taking a deep breath, you pulled a chair next to the bed and sat down, the pulsing ache in your limbs reminding you of your own exhaustion as you fell back on the chair.

“Thank the gods you’re alive, I don’t know what I would do without you” you whispered even though you knew Jorah couldn’t hear any of it, right before falling asleep.

Rays of sunshine were passing through the curtains, hitting both you and Jorah and causing the man to stir in his sleep before finally waking up. The first thing he felt after opening his eyes was a piercing pain running through his entire body as he fell back into the mattress. Any attempts of moving proved to be futile, so Jorah settled for glancing around in order to fully observe his surroundings. Last thing he remembered before passing out was the loud noises of the healing room but now he found himself in a small bedroom.

Turning around his eyes met your sleeping form, curled up in a chair that has been placed near the bed. You were still in your armor and your hair was a mess, both proving you had been too preoccupied by taking care of him to look after yourself. The smile that had begun forming in his lips was instantly erased when he realized that underneath the sheet he was wearing nothing but his trousers which left his scar covered chest completely naked.

The noise of someone swirling around the bed woke you up as well. Eyes fluttering open, you were met by the sight of pure distress being written all over Jorah’s face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, currently aware of the hoarseness your morning voice carried being mixed with worry.

“How did I end up here?” Jorah answered your question with one of his own.

“Grey Worm helped me carried you. The room is Jon’s offering” you explained carefully, not wanting to add more to his confused state. There was something more lingering in his eyes, but you were too distracted by the imminent wave of appreciation of the fact that he looked much better than he had the previous night.

“And did you…?” He trailed off motioning towards himself, actively avoiding your glance as if being ashamed of what that would imply. Since he had returned from the Citadell, you hadn’t gotten the chance to actually see the damage greyscale had left on him and he seemed to avoid facing that problem as much as possible.

“I tended to your wounds if that’s what you’re asking” you replied hesitantly, not sure about the reason behind his embarrassment. Jorah's mind was racing with countless thoughts and contradicting emotions. He was unimaginably thankful you had made it out alive and mostly uninjured. At the same time he could feel his heart swelling with affection at the thought of you caring to such extend even though there was also a hint of guilt caused by the trouble he had out you through. However, the most dominant one was fear, at the thought of you having to withstand the painful remark of his greyscale.

“No, Y/n, did you see?” He asked tensely and you could hear the strain of his voice. Since he had returned, you had noticed there had been a change in his behavior, as if he was hiding something that concerned him.

“The only thing I saw what just how deep those cuts run. You’re lucky to be alive. And by the looks of it they need to be bandaged up once more” you stated as a red stain of blood had started forming on the sheet covering Jorah’s chest. Getting up, you picked up a clean piece of fabric making your way towards the bed.

“Let me” Jorah said trying to take the bandages but you refused shaking your head.

“Moving will only risk tearing your stitches” you explained

“I can do it” he insisted and there was a hint of urgency in his tone confusing you even further.

“Yeah so can I. You don’t have to worry, I’m here for you, Jorah” you stated voices getting softer towards the end as you moved to remove the sheet but Jorah grasped your wrist before you could.

“I-I don’t want you to see this” he confessed slowly, bending his head down in shame.

“Jorah, I was the one who placed the stitches there, I’ve seen the wounds”

“I mean the scars. When Samwel Tarly cured me he said they’d never go away. I don’t want you to see them, it’s hideous” he explained pleadingly as despair and bitterness were evident in his voice. In his mind, the sight you'd be faced with was just another reason he felt unworthy of your love and affections. How could such a young and beautiful woman as yourself find it in her heart to care about him? He was damaged both mentally and physically and now that was more evident than ever.

“The only thing I care about is that you are alive. Scars only show what you’ve been through and what you have overcome. If anything, they show just how strong you are” you reassured him, taking his hand in yours and gently squeezing it. The thought of him believing you would be repelled by any part of him hurt you, but you chose not to let it show.

“They are revolting”

“You only see them as such, but do you know what I see? I see a beautiful and strong heart with an equally handsome appearance. Jorah, when I say I love you I mean all of you”

You extended your arm once more, gripping the sheet while you looked into his eyes waiting for a reaction. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath as he gave you a hesitant nod of agreement. The moment the sheet was thrown away, Jorah turned away, too afraid to face your reaction. A trembling hand was placed right on top of his heart, slowly trailing upwards to ghost over his collarbone until it reached his cheek prompting him to look at you.

Time seemed to freeze as your eyes met his, giving you the chance to observe the anticipation and the fear of rejection that was hiding in his look. Leaning down, you placed a feathery light kiss right where your hand had been, the rough texture if his skin being the complete opposite of your soft lips. Looking up at him, you repeated the action until every hint of anxiousness had disappeared, replaced by pure awe and a few unshed tears of relief.

“Scars or not, you’re the only one I have and will ever love” you said voice thick with emotion.

For a while neither of you spoke as you were both overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Jorah’s hand was tangled in your hair while his thumb softly traced over your lips as he leaned his forehead against yours.

“Thank you” he said before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. Channeling all of your love and devotion into it, you tried to chase away his insecurities. Jorah meant the world to you, and that wouldn’t change for all the scars in the world.

“Now let’s take a look at those stitches” you said after the kiss was broken causing the man to smile up at you. Feeling the affection and gentleness in your touch, Jorah knew it was all he needed for his fears to disappear. He still believed you to be too good for him, but actually getting to see just how deep your feelings for him ran, a glimmer of hope lit up as the chance of a brighter future slowly became plausible…

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Never Yours (Jon Snow x Reader)

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Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Word Count: 1027

Warnings: Angst, drinking mentioned, self-doubt

Request: Hi! Can u do a jon snow angsty one where you find out that jon slept with daenerys? you choose how it ends :) thanks! -(Anon)

A/N: Ah my heart! Writing this made me sad. Time to go watch some cat videos to cheer up I guess

You had known Jon for years. You had stuck with him through everything. You missed him terribly when he went away to the wall, and were more than overjoyed when he returned. You had so many happy memories with him, but now only one picture of him replayed in your mind.

He rode back into Winterfell after meeting with Daenerys, and you used all of your willpower not to run up to him. You stayed in place, acting like a true lady supposedly should. However, even after a round of awkward introductions, you didn’t get to fling your arms around him as you had wanted. He kept his distance, but stayed close to Daenerys. You felt jealousy rise up in you, but you pushed it down. It wasn’t your place to decide who he could be with, especially when it was just speculation in your mind.

A great feast was held in honor of Daenerys. Jon stayed by her side the whole time. You made your way over to talk to him a few times, but the interactions were awkward and surface-level. It was nothing like it had been before. Before he went to meet the Mother of Dragons, the two of you could talk about anything. You thought that he may even share your affections for him. Now, everything felt cold, and not just from the White Walkers. It was as if there was nothing between you. You began wondering if there had been anything there in the first place.

You eventually made your way to a table near the wall, content to drink the night away. A man you didn’t recognize was sitting opposite you, downing glass after glass on his own.

“Let me guess, you think she’s beautiful too?” You asked bitterly.

“I have to admit I do,” he replied sadly, “and I’ve thought so for years.” Your eyes widened as you realized you must have been talking to someone close to her.

“Please forgive me, I was unaware of to whom I was speaking,” you spoke hastily. 

“It’s alright,” said the man in his husky voice. “I would have said the same thing about Pretty Boy over there, and I’m sure he’s the reason you’re so upset with her.” You sighed as he summed it up so accurately.

“My name’s Y/N L/N. How did you read me so quickly?” You asked with a knowing smile. 

“It’s easy to recognize one’s own struggles in others,” he responded, echoing your smile. “I’m Ser Jorah Mormont.”

“Mormont?” You exclaimed. “I’ve heard stories of your father. Jon really admired him. He was an honorable man.” You thought back on the times Jon would go on and on about Jeor Mormont, but now the memories came with a bitter pain. You had a feeling that you would never get to spend such time with Jon again.

“Thank you, I wish I could be half as honorable as he was.”

“Ser Jorah, if you do excuse me, I’ve heard tales of what you’ve done. It takes an incredibly honorable man to return to a woman he loves so many times, especially knowing that she does not feel the same way.”

“Thank you, Lady L/N.” He replied with a sad smile. You watched the rest of the guests as they smiled and rejoiced. Your eyes wandered back to Jon frequently, always seeing his new Queen by his side.

“Y/N,” said Jorah quietly. “I think you need to hear something. I would rather let you know now than have you find out later. I’m sure you are by now aware that Jon and Daenerys are in at least some way together. You should know that they have been together in, other ways.”

Jorah kept his wording vague, but you knew exactly what he meant. He’d had sex with her. You felt tears well up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. You weren’t going to let yourself cry in front of him, especially at such a lively feast. Besides, you had already had your suspicions.

“Thank you,” you told Ser Jorah, excusing yourself so that you could return to your chambers and let yourself feel. However, as you were walking out, you saw your chance. And you took it.

Seeing that Daenerys had become occupied talking to Lord Tyrion, you rushed over to Jon to get some time with him alone before she hovered back to his side.

“Y/N,” greeted Jon with a smile. You didn’t return the gesture.

“Jon,” you said softly, looking into those beautiful eyes that you had grown to love so much. “I’m happy for you. I really am.” You tried to contain yourself, but you heard your voice shake. “But I have to ask you something while I’ve got you alone.”

Realizing the sincerity in your tone, Jon leaned in closer to you to try and make the conversation more private.

“Is everything alright?” He asked. You let out a small, sad chuckle at his words. Even now he was making sure you were okay.

“It will be,” you replied. “I just had to know something before I can start making everything alright again.” You took a deep breath. “Was there ever anything between us? Or was it all a figment of my imagination?”

Jon’s face fell. 

“Y/N,” he whispered in a way that you loved, despite his sad eyes. You pushed your feelings away, not allowing yourself to find him endearing. “I had thought there was something between us too.”

You felt your heart begin beating faster, but you braced yourself for what you knew would come next.

“But it wasn’t what I had thought. You made me happy, yes, but Dany is my whole world.” You swallowed the lump in your throat, still trying to remain strong.

“Thank you,” you muttered, “I hope you and her remain happy together for all your days.” You turned from him, not able to stand another second of seeing his face. You left the banquet hall, walking briskly down the corridor to your chamber. When you were finally alone you broke down; crying over a man that was never truly yours.

The long-awaited Part 2