#Samwell Tarly one shot

[justanoasisimagines]

Reading to your children on Christmas Eve Headcanon

Hey lovelies, back with another Christmas Headcanon! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

🎄Samwell would make a point to read a story to your children every night before bed. However, on Christmas Eve he'd go out of his way to make those the most special.

🎄Rather than give them a story about Santa and his reindeer. He'd tell a story of one of his many adventures. The adventures he went on with Jon. How he met you. He would exaggerate sometimes, and hold back the maturer details.

🎄They would be hanging onto every word. Asking questions throughout. Samwell is a great storyteller, as they're cuddled up into his side. They turn to you and ask if it's true.

🎄Samwell looks forward to telling his children a different story. Usually, they're one's from his childhood, one's he's heard a hundred times before. Yet when Christmas Eve is around the corner, Samwell thinks long and hard about the story he wants to tell.

🎄Samwell never just tells one story on Christmas Eve. It's always two. Although he'll tell you it will be just one. It never is. Samwell comes out saying it's a special night, so they deserve more than one story.

🎄If Samwell goes to tell them a Christmas story, unless it includes you or Uncle Jon, the children don't want to hear it. They insist on having one about you two or Samwell's adventures with Uncle Jon and Samwell is more than happy to oblige.

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APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[ao3feed-briennejaime]

Missing Moments

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by imaraven

Missing moments between Jon and Sansa during Season 8 (AKA moments that make all the OOC behavior from season 8 make a little more sense). This will be a prequel to a post series fic that is coming soon!

Words: 1964, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, Arya Stark, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Samwell Tarly, Podrick Payne, Tyrion Lannister, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Gilly (A Song of Ice and Fire), Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Theon Greyjoy, Grey Worm (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Gendry/Arya Stark

Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Falling In Love, Slow Romance, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Feels, Pining, Mutual Pining, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Politics, Political Jon Snow, Mad Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Eventual Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Season 8 missing scenes, Between the Scenes, Sansa Stark-centric, Sansa Stark Deserves Better, R Plus L Equals J | Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen are Jon Snow's Parents, Endgame Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, Random & Short, One Shot Collection, Jon Snow and Sansa Stark are Cousins

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

Library- Samwell Tarly

Pairing: Samwell Tarly x Reader

Characters: Samwell Tarly

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 458

Author: Aaron

“My father used to tell me the most amazing stories.” Sam wrapped his cloak around your arms as you spoke, his spirits had not been favourable as of late and having to hide out in the decrepit, damp and dingy abandoned cabin had not been good to him. Your stories had been a way to at least put a small smile onto his face, even though most of the time was spent babbling and trying to fill gaps because you had forgotten what happened.

“I’ve heard and read hundreds, maybe thousands of books and even more stories, but I’ve never heard anybody tell ‘em like you can.” Whenever you told your tales, Sam listened with intent, hungering eyes lingering on to every word, every syllable.

“Well, I was told this one that I think you might like.” Sam nodded and smiled, he moved ever so slightly up the bench to you, you didn’t know if he enjoyed listening to the stories or just hearing your voice.

“I would like nothing more than for you to tell me a story, but it has been a long day-“

“I’ll make it quick.” You raised your finger to his lips and without putting up much of a fight rested his head on your chest, tucking himself into your side.

“It starts with a peasant girl, she rescues her father from this big abomination; half man, half beast. In her attempt to save her family, she is taken instead and kept in his keep, but they slowly fall in love with each other, it all starts with a gift when he reveals the castle library to her in an attempt to win her-“ Sam’s face lit up, he lifted his head and his mouth stood agape. “Did something catch your interest then?”

“Can you tell me about the library?”

“Imagine the biggest library that you’ve ever seen.”

“Well, I’ve seen the citadel’s library, that’s bigger than anything I could even imagine.”

“You’re going to have to, this library put the citadel to shame.” Sam had faced incredible hardships on his life, he had a few tough years behind him, but it was never too hard to entice out his childhood sense of wonder.

“Impossible.”

“The shelves climbed so high that you couldn’t even see the top. Books on every possible subject, if the maesters knew they would have travelled from Westeros eons ago. Tomes that you’ve never even heard of before. All of the maesters in all of the lands couldn’t even begin to document them all, never mind read them!”

You had never seen Sam glow so much, it had been a good few months since you had seen him smile so much, and all it took was talking about books.

[apocalyptic-mailman]

so what is it about dragonglass that makes wights and Others susceptible to it, anyway? is it anything chemical bc if so just about any feldspar or granite would do the trick, and that’s like 40% of the Earth’s crust. Can dragonglass be manufactured? It certainly looked like the smiths at Winterfell were remelting and casting obsidian, which you could probably do with late-medieval technology (i.e. forges could be hot enough for that), so does that mean they could also melt granite or feldspar and have dragonglass that’s just as good as naturally-formed stuff?

ofc medieval smiths and geologists, such as they were, probably didn’t understand that obsidian is chemically the same stuff as other felsic rocks, but certainly they would’ve noticed that these same rocks all appear in the same areas and drawn conclusions, no? so in theory, Sam at the Citadel with access to the time period’s most advanced geologic knowledge and apparent penchant for experimentation probably would’ve figured out that you could just melt and cast granite or feldspar and that if it cooled quickly enough it’d form dragonglass, yes? which means that the entire plot thread with “we need to find dragonglass” falls apart pretty quick since feldspar, granite, pumice, quartz, and other felsic rocks are fucking everywhere

idk I’m probably picking too many nits out of a story that was definitely not written by a geologist, but it does inspire some ideas for post-S6, pre-S7 fanfic wherein Jon doesn’t ever need to meet with Daenerys to secure Dragonstone’s obsidian

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Samwell Tarly kissing you under the mistletoe would Include?

【Hey everyone it’s Christmas week! So please expect some surprises throughout this week!】

-Sam being incredibly nervous. His palms are sweaty as he refuses to make eye contact with you. In this eyes, he doesn't even deserve to talk to someone like you let alone kiss. Standing underneath the mistletoe with you is quite nervewracking for Sam.

- You being the one to make the first move. Placing your hand on his bearded cheek as you reassure him that it’s okay to kiss you. Gentle smiles are exchanged between you both. 

-Sam is unsure where to put his hands, he’s seen plenty of people kiss before, just not him. 

-Guiding Sam’s hands to your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck before slowly beginning to lean in. Everything begins to freeze around you as suddenly nothing else exists. 

-The kiss would be relatively short between you. However, as soon as you pull away. The pair of you would be grinning from ear to ear, Sam making a sweet or potentially cheesy comment.

-The two of you eventually walking away together hand in hand to enjoy the rest of the day together.  

[whateverthedragonswant]

Anyone want to tell me again how Dany was a good and benevolent queen, and not a tyrant?

(notice the texture in this shot compared to Dany's below as well; Dany's was meant to represent dragon scales, Joffrey's reminds me of a shaggy coat on a lion)

The only difference is Joffrey showed his hand a lot sooner and his tyranny was more overt. Which makes sense since Joffrey's cloak was over the shoulder and Dany's was back behind her shoulder. Both wearing their house colors, the mutual one being red, and this was Dany's first trip to KL (her tyranny was not as overt here & she was trying to achieve a truce with Cersei until the Great War was over). When she came back, all bets were off (reiterated by the deleted line in the script where Jon says Dany won't be letting anyone surrender that day before the battle began) but she still had the cloak behind her shoulder but it was not the same one as 7x07 (this is no longer about her house, she is the dragon).

Joffrey was a tyrant in the making, but even with his cruelty and assholery, he didn't match up to what Dany did in the end. But Jon was definitely in Sansa's place by the end of the series, starting after he bent the knee in 7x06. Michele Claption is a genius.

Bonus:

Joffrey: "Look at it and see what happens to traitors." (1x10)

Dany: "What did I say would happen if you told your sister?" "Now she knows what happens when people hear the truth about you." (8x05)

...

Sansa: "You promised to be merciful."

Joffrey: "I was. I gave him a clean death."

Jon: "I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the street. They said they were acting on your orders." (8x06)

Dany: "It was necessary."

...

Sansa: "Please let me go home. I won't do any treason, I swear, I'll--"

Joffrey: "Mother says I'm still to marry you so you'll stay here and obey."

(this whole 8x04 scene of Jon putting himself away & not expecting to return)

Dany: "Never tell them who you really are. Swear your brother and Samwell Tarly to secrecy and tell no one else." (8x04)

Jon: "You are my queen. Nothing will change that. And they are my family. We can all live together."

Dany: "I've just told you how."

...

Joffrey: "Do you want to see the rest?"

Sansa: "If it please Your Grace."

Joffrey: "That's your Septa there."

Dany: "She killed Varys as much as I did." (8x05) meanwhile:

...

Joffrey: "I'll tell you what. I'm going to give you a present. After I raise my armies and kill your traitor brother, I'm going to give you his head as well."

Sansa: "Or maybe he'll give me yours."

Dany: "She doesn't need to be my friend but if she can't respect me..." (8x01)

...

Joffrey: "Will you obey now? Or do you need another lesson?"

[jrojoyce]

Fic Writer Tag Game

Tagged by @esther-dot. Thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3? 9

What’s your total AO3 word count? 423,039 - clearly the one shot is not my specialty......

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? Just Jonsa

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Copper Queen - Set in the American Old West  

Fresh from their discharge from the army, Jon Snow and his friend, Samwell Tarly, arrive in the small mining town of Copper Canyon, Arizona in hopes of building their future. Unbeknownst to Sam, Jon has picked this location for a specific personal reason. Will his choice lead them to a bright future or will their future evaporate like water in the desert? Sansa Stark had lived in Copper Canyon for over half her life. She and her sister, Arya, are all that remain of their once large family. In the old west rumor and gossip can quickly become legend. And if you believe the legends of Copper Canyon, than you know the Starks carry a curse. A curse placed on them by a man who still styles himself as their friend and protector. Will a chance meeting with the town's newest arrival be enough to break that curse?

I’ll Lead You Home - Modern American setting. Road Trip.

Following a family tragedy, circumstances threaten to suffocate Sansa Stark in her hometown. When her ex boyfriend Jon Snow offers her a chance to escape she takes it. So the exes set out on a cross country road trip that will set the stage for the next chapter in their lives. But will the road lead them back together or will the secrets of Jon's past tear them apart forever?

In the Shadow of the Flames - Set in Europe during World War Two

In the early months of World War II Sansa and Arya are sent to live with their Aunt Lysa in the Channel Islands to help her keep the Tully family farm. In the face of Nazi occupation they work to protect each other, their home and family, and eventually a downed pilot by the name of Jon Snow from forces (German commander Ramsay Bolton and collaborator Petyr Baelish) that are determined to possess and destroy them.

The Justice of Vengeance - Set in a version of 1920/30s America but Westeros

If you had asked Jon when he was a young boy what kind of life he would lead, he never would have guessed it would be this one. He doubted anyone else would have guessed it either. Because anyone with half a mind would never think that a bastard boy from one of the poorest neighborhoods in the north would someday grow up to be the head of one of the most powerful criminal outfits in Westeros.

Sheets of Shattered Memory - this was my first fic and sometimes I re-read it and cringe......

Years of misunderstandings have kept Jon and Sansa apart. Robb's wedding to Margaery provides the back drop for them to reconnect and overcome the past.

Story shifts back and forth between past and present timelines.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I try my best, but I’ve been on a sorta hiatus since 2019, so its hit or miss since then. When I am actively writing and posting though I am much better about it and try to respond to all comments. Interaction and feedback from readers is a great motivator and I love the sense of community that comes from the back and forth. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Hmm, I don’t know about angst, but my least happiest ending is In the Shadow of the Flames. 

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Nope

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, but it was so nonsensical that I just ignored it. 

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Sure do, but I always get anxiety posting it. It can get graphic so that’s probably the reason.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I am aware of. Probably because they are so long no one wants to bother. LOL

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

What’s your all time favorite ship? Jonsa! There are just so many fabulous people in this fandom.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? Ugh. So there is a fic I started in 2017 that is the bane of my existence. The working title is Snowbound. Its inspired by the history of the Stanley Hotel in Colorado and has to deal with a blizzard as well. I have written the most ridiculous amount of back story for it. In fact I have a fic I posted last year that is part of the back story. I keep going back to that story and working on it here and there but keep stalling out in the same part about 30,000 words in. It’ll never see the light of day.................    

What are your writing strengths? I would say dialogue. My fics play out heavily in dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses? Back story, in the fact that I seem to have a ridiculous amount in my fics. I don’t know why, its like I can’t write a story without having an entire pre story worked in. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I don’t do it a lot really so never really thought about it.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Jonsa/GoT

What’s your favorite fic that you’ve written? In the Shadow of the Flames. That story spans years and is mostly linear. I picture that one like a movie more than any of the others and is the one I re-read the most.

I’m not tagging anyone else since I am typically always last to the party on these things and rather sure everyone else has already done it. But if you haven’t and feel so inclined, please do.

[aion-rsa]

House of the Dragon: Game of Thrones Prequel Trailer Breakdown

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It’s been far too long since TV viewers got to spend time in Westeros. Thankfully, we will all be returning soon. Today HBO Max revealed an official teaser for House of the Dragon, the first of many planned Game of Thrones spinoffs. Check it out below.

This story is a prequel that picks up roughly 200 years before the events of the epic HBO series. The Targaryen dynasty is on its fifth king of the Seven Kingdoms. They’ve got all the dragons they could want and things are going great in Westeros. Surely, no petty family squabble over succession could possibly ruin such a great thing! Unfortunately for the Targaryen family, George R.R. Martin kind of lives for this shit. 

House of the Dragon is set to cover a major event in Westerosi history known as the Dance of the Dragons. This is when a crisis of succession leads to an enormous civil war that devastates the continent and kills off a large percentage of House Targaryen’s dragons. And those dragons are pretty important, you see. As the voiceover in the teaser indicates “Gods, kings, fire, and blood. Dreams didn’t make us kings. Dragons did.”

Though this teaser is only just over a minute long, it packs quite a bit of exciting imagery within it. Let’s break down exactly what it is we’re seeing here, using Martin’s prequel text Fire & Blood as a guide. 

Ser Otto Hightower

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House of the Dragon Photos Offer First Look at Thrones Prequel Characters

By Alec Bojalad

Fans of Game of Thrones should immediately recognize the pendant on the chest of this unseen character. That is worn by the “Hand of the King” who is essentially the King of the Seven Kingdoms’ chief of staff. Some Hands of the King are more historically significant than others and the House of the Dragon will depict a particularly important one. Though we don’t see his face, this character is certainly Ser Otto Hightower (Rhys Ifans).

The Hightowers hail from Oldtown in The Reach, one of the biggest and most powerful cities in the Seven Kingdoms. In fact, before Aegon I’s arrival on the continent and the creation of King’s Landing, Oldtown was THE city in Westeros. As such, the Hightower family that rules Oldtown is extremely powerful. Though Otto’s brother is the Lord of Oldtown, Otto has been a mainstay of King’s Landing for years. He is a deeply political man who counts the king’s brother Daemon as his biggest rival. His daughter is also quite attractive and may or may not catch the eye of King Viserys I.

King Viserys I

Ah yes, King Viserys I: the head honcho. Viserys I (Paddy Considine) is the fifth king of the Targaryen dynasty. He seems to be doing a decent job but that might just be because his reign followed that of his grandfather Jaehaerys I – perhaps the greatest king Westeros ever had. Viserys’s biggest “sin” is his love of his daughter Rhaenyra. Viserys is grooming her to be Westeros’s ruling monarch despite the precdent of patrilineal succession being set under Jaehaerys’s reign.

The prominent inclusion of Viserys’ sword in this shot might not be a coincidence. All Targaryen kings through Aegon IV wielded Aegon I’s Valyrian steel sword Blackfyre. Should someone hypothetically nab that sword in a civil war it would lend an air of legitimacy to their claim.

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen (Emma D’Arcy). This may be the closest this story has to a “main character.” Rhaenyra is the apple of her father King Viserys’s eye. In fact, for much of her youth she was pretty much the apple of everyone’s eye. Known as the “Realm’s Delight”, Rhaenyra has a very positive approval rating in the Seven Kingdoms. She is Viserys’s only child from his marriage to Queen Aemma of House Arryn. She appears to have a clear path to the Iron Throne … unless her father does something crazy like say, get remarried.

Daemon Targaryen

Here we have Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen. Daemon (Matt Smith) is the king’s younger brother and therefore Rhaenyra’s uncle. In the war to come, Daemon will be one of the most important players. He is an excellent warrior but also a bit unbearable. Otto Hightower hates him and Viserys himself isn’t too taken by him. His niece certainly loves him though. Perhaps a bit too much. 

This may not be a particularly important moment but it does serve as a reminder that the Targaryen fashion sense is so rad. This also, however, could be a fateful duel between Daemon Targaryen and Ser Criston Cole (Fabien Frankel), the latter of which loves a morningstar and who will play an important role in the palace intrigue to come.

Corlys Velaryon a.k.a. The Sea Snake

Now THIS guy is very important. This is Corlys Velaryon a.k.a. The Sea Snake (Steve Toussaint). Think of him as House of the Dragon’s Tywin Lannister, that is to say: the most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms who does not sit on the Iron Throne. House Velaryon dates its lineage back to Old Valyria just like the Targaryens. As such the two families are quite close, with Corlys even marrying Princess Rhaenys Targaryen (Eve Best).

Even beyond his family’s power, however, Corlys is a particularly impressive man. He is a prolific sailor and adventurer who has traveled all over the world, bringing many riches back home with him. Should a civil war break out, he would be a very important ally to win.

Speaking of Velaryons, here is the whole crew. It’s unknown who is who here but the following actors have been confirmed to be a part of the Velaryon family:

– Wil Johnson as Ser Vaemond Velaryon – Younger brother to Coryls Velaryon and commander in the Velaryon navy – John Macmillan as Ser Laenor Velaryon – Son of Corlys Velaryon and  Rhaenys Targaryen    – Savannah Steyn as Lady Laena Velayron – Daughter of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen  – Theo Nate as Ser Laenor Velaryon – Son of Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen

I believe we’re seeing the adolescent Ser Laenor to Corlys’s left. His wife Rhaenys is also accompanying him.

This is a conspicuous shot of the Iron Throne – the thing that each character is striving for and the thing that also no longer exists, thanks to Drogon.

Mysaria

Here we see Sonoya Mizuno (Devs, Ex Machina) as Mysaria, Daemon’s Mistress of Whisperers and also just his mistress. Mysaria is pretty rad. She’s a dancer from the Free City of Lys in Essos who caught Daemon’s eye. She comes to serve a pretty important role in the Dance of the Dragons and is involved with at least one unbearably cruel act. Much of Westeros comes to know her as “Lady Misery.”

Lady Alicent Hightower

Told you Ser Otto Hightower’s daughter was attractive! This is Lady Alicent Hightower (Olivia Cooker), who will soon catch the king’s eye. Here, however, she appears to be in distress. She’s running through the court in Maegor’s Holdfast and holding what could be the same Valyrian dagger that caused so much strife in Game of Thrones. What events could this cursed thing have set in motion here? It’s hard to say but it may involve her son Aemon losing an eye.

Remember how much fun the jousting episodes were in Game of Thrones season 1? So much can happen at a tourney. It’s a fun place for highborn and commoners alike to take in some sweet violence. It’s also dramatically fertile ground for many schemes to take shape. Based on the heraldry of a red archer on a green field, this tournament is being held in Horn Hill, home of House Tarly (yes, as in Samwell Tarly). The two participants in this particular joust appear to be Ser Criston Cole again and a House Tarly knight.

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In Fire & Blood, the events that set the Dance of the Dragons in motion begin at a tourney in King’s Landing. Alicent Hightower is adorned in green and Rhaenyra Targaryen in black, so when the factions eventually divide they are known as the “greens” and the “blacks.”

At first glance this appears to be a simple training session. But then it becomes clear that these two combatants really hate each other. We are likely seeing here a skirmish between one of Lady Alicent’s sons and one of Lady Rhaenyra’s. You might think that the blond-haired boy is Rhaenyra’s son but curiously all of her and her blond husband Laenor’s kids come out with jet black hair. He almost looks a little bit more like Ser Harwin Strong (Ryan Corr). Interesting.

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[kingsansa]

How about the sneak peek of one shot no. 7 in your folder?

—a preview of Off to the Races, not so coincidentally inspired by the lana del rey song of the same name

He got her jellybeans.

A seven ounce bag. The kind with 30 flavors. Jelly Belly’s. She didn’t even know the name of them until now. Just that her daddy used to buy them for her every saturday when he took them all to the movies. The cotton candy ones were always her favorite.

Sansa cried once already tonight, and that was back at the penthouse, when he found her with blood on her hands. She won’t cry again. She has to be strong for him. She’s already brought him so much trouble. She won’t break down and give him more.

So she picks through the bag, and watches him make her a splint out of duct tape and a rolled up newspaper. The paper chafes against her wrist, but she doesn’t say anything except thank you. No trouble. Not from her.

“There’s a doctor, where we’re going.” He says to her. “He’ll fix you up.”

Sansa nods, partly relieved. But the rest of her is thinking about his words from earlier, after he held a gun to the back of Samwell Tarly’s head.

“Are we still going to California?”

A beat of silence passes. “Yes.”

Her palms feel sweaty. She wipes them against her fur coat. She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. It takes her a couple tries, but even then, her voice quavers a little.

“My uncle has—he had friends in California.”

“They won’t find us.” Jon says immediately. “Not where we’re going.”

And where is that? Sansa doesn’t say it aloud. No trouble, she reminds herself. It doesn’t matter. She’s finally out of that awful city. And she’s with him.

“We’ll be safe?” She asks tentatively.

“It’s gonna be awhile before we’re safe anywhere.”

He was right. It was a stupid thing to ask, anyway. She hadn’t felt safe since her parents died. At least, not until he walked into the Eyrie and paid her for that first dance.

“I’ll protect you.” He adds. “I promise.”

She believes him. Believes in him. It’s been a long time since she’s done either of those things when it came to anybody.

“Will we be able to sleep in California?” She asks softly.

His hand leaves the steering wheel to cup the back of her neck. She feels incredibly small inside of it, but finds she doesn’t mind.

“As much as you want.” He promises her.

[justanoasisimagines]

Having Children with

Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

❀Samwell didn't think he'd ever be a father. Now he has, he's going to be a better and fairer father than his own was.

❀Samwell would never treat any of his children differently. To Sam it wouldn't matter what your children's strengths and weaknesses were, he'd allow them to play to their strengths.

❀Sam would read your children a bedtime story every night.

❀Sam would encourage your children to seek out knowledge. He would make sure your home has plenty of books in it. Varying from history to old nan stories etc.

❀Sam would be the proudest father. He would make sure your children would know how loved they are.

❀Sam would read every book he could on childhood. He'd want to know everything. Milestones and what to expect. Sam goes into a deep dive into research.

❀Sam taking an interest in your daughter's interest. He'd do anything for her. He'd learn needlework to use as an excuse to spend time with her.

❀Sam taking your son to practice with a sword. Sam is not a born fighter, but he wou;d practice with him.

❀Sam ensures your family life is a stable and safe environment. He's not going to have any of your children feel left out. He's not going to treat you cruelly either.

[fedonciadale]

Sansa romanticised hound bcoz she wants to preserve his image. He is blunt with her and save her sometimes. She pity him just like Tyrion bcoz of his trouble past. She wasn't ready to face ugly truth of him being abuser so she rewrite it. Sansa didn't sympathize with marilion like she did with Tyrion and sandor. It's sad people don't see the trauma Sansa dealing and disregard her abuse. Sansan​ shipper should read about CSA more.

I’ll answer this together with this ask:

Tyrion grabs her boob yet she never dreams about it, Marillion & LF forcibly kiss her yet she never dreams about it. These are memories she doesn't want to think about. But with Sandor,she thinks about it. This is very weird & kinda icks me out but GRRM did use a bit of sexual undertone in the dynamic.He even says that he has 'played' with Sansan.

I think there are several reasons for why the Unkiss is connected to the Hound and not to any of the other icky men.

a) The Hound saved her from a pretty awful situation when he saved her from the rioters. She already pitied him and together with the fact that the Hound never beat her like the other kingsguard, she saw him as a better person than the other people in King’s Landing (low standard I know). When he assaulted her at the Blackwater Battle she romantisized the assault to cope with it (Kiss instead of dagger to the throat). Btw, she does know that it was assault. She has a nightmare of her marriage to Tyrion and he changes to the Hound. So she knows that these two men assaulted her

b) Marillion was just generally awful to her. That kind of trauma is actually easier to manage, because people usually think. “So and so was a jerk, good riddance” and that’s it.

c) Nobody has saved her from Littlefinger yet, and she compartmentalizes to cope with that by seperating Littlefinger from Petyr. Different kind of coping.

d) apart from that which sets the Hound apart from her other abusers (and it certainly doesn’t make him better) there is another reason: the Hound (like Tyrion) is a foil for the beast. Sansa is the Beauty and she will meet the real Beast (Jon Snow) and this is foreshadowed by all the other beasts and by the time she’ll meet Jon she will know how to treat him, when he’ll come back from the dead more ‘beastly’ than before.

e) there is also the question of misremembering. The Unkiss might have the additional purpose to hide a kiss that has actually happened. But that is just a theory, obviously.

So as usual with GRRM there are character reasons and plot reasons. Sansa’s history with the Hound is a bit more complex than her history with Marillion and he serves as foil in one of the tropes that will lead Sansa to Jon.

That is the reason I think that GRRM said he “played” with Sansan, because he did use the Beauty and the Beast trope for a purpose.

GRRM has pretty much shot down Sansan and said, that he doesn’t understand why people like the Hound or Darkstar more than Samwell Tarly (and to be honest, neither do I).

Thanks for the ask(s).

[harrypotterbrainworms]

✰Character Masterlist☽

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⌁☍Harry Potter⌁☍

☽Marauders Era☾:

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Regulus Black.

ϟGolden Trio Eraϟ:

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood

Other: Newt Scamander

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

☼Jujutsu Kaisen☼

Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Inumaki Toge, Yoshino Junpei

Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Ijichi Kiyotake

➴Game of Thrones➴

Jon Snow, Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Tormund Giantsbane, Theon Greyjoy, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane(The Hound), Samwell Tarly, Podrick Payne, Oberyn Martell, Loras Tyrell, Tyrion Lannister.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⊹Red Dead Redemption 2⊹

Arthur Morgan

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✾ Umbrella Academy ✾

Hargreeves Siblings:

Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves

Side Characters:

Hazel, Cha Cha, Dave, The Handler

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✲Cryptids✲

Name your cryptid and I’ll write a one shot.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

➵Merlin➵

Arthur, Merlin, Lancelot, Gwen, Morgana, Gawain, Cenred

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

♝Sherlock♝

Sherlock, John, Mycroft

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✧Marvel✧

MCU:

Steve, Loki, Thor, Natasha, Stephen, Peter, Bruce

Comic Verse:

Deadpool, Clint Barton

X-men:

Wolverine, Also Deadpool, Magneto, Charles Xavier

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

❀Moomin Valley❀

Snufkin, Moomin, Joxter, Little My

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

⬹Detroit Become Human⤔

Connor, Hank, Gavin, Nines, Marcus, Simon

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─

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

Gilly- Samwell Tarly

Pairing: Samwell Tarly x Reader

Characters: Samwell Tarly, Gilly

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 663

Author: Charlotte

You weren’t expecting any visitors, so when you got a knock on your door, you were uncertain as to who was wanting you without notice.

“Who is it?” You called through the door, at least if it was someone who was dangerous, you’d have a couple more seconds to escape with the door still closed.

“It’s Sam,” you heard the familiar voice respond.

Opening the door, a crack, you saw your close friend Samwell along with a young woman holding a baby. The woman and baby were unknown to you.

“What do I owe this pleasure?” You smiled, having not seen him a fair while.

“I need your help,” he sighed.

Not wishing to continue the conversation on your doorstep, you ushered him and the woman into your home, closing the door behind them. In the current climate of Westeros, you could never be to careful, anyone could be dangerous and just leaving your door open could be asking for trouble.

“What can I do for you?” You asked, taking a seat by your lit fire, allowing the two of them to sit down opposite you.

“It’s a lot to ask of you Y/N,” Sam said softly. “I know I am asking you a lot in doing this, but I don’t know who else I can turn to.”

You cocked an eyebrow at him. Sam was a nice man and he never seemed to get into trouble so why he was so concerned now did baffle you.

“What’d you need Samwell?” You questioned. “I cannot help if you don’t tell me what you need.”

He let out a sigh. “I need a place for Gilly to stay.”

“I’m guessing this is Gilly?” You said gesturing to the woman who certainly didn’t seem to want to be there.

“Yes.”

You looked her over for a second and it was obvious she wasn’t from around here. She certainly wasn’t from south of the wall.

“A wildling?”

He nodded his head. “She was one of Craster’s… daughters… wives… I don’t know how best to say, it isn’t safe for her past the wall, and she cannot stay at Castle Black. They may be my brothers, but I wouldn’t trust them to not hurt her.”

“And the wee babe?” You asked. “He yours?”

Sam shook his head vehemently as Gilly held the baby close.

“Craster sacrifices his sons, I couldn’t leave Gilly or her baby there to be handled by him. They deserve so much better,” he said softly, smiling at the woman. “Please can they stay with you; they need somewhere safe.”

You weren’t about to turn a new mother and her infant son onto the streets, but it wasn’t as simple as that.

“What can you offer, Gilly?” You questioned. “I do not have enough to support myself most of the time, so I cannot take you and your babe free of charge.”

“I do not have any money,” she whispered.

You gave her a gentle smile. “I know that. I do not expect money from you, but can you cook? Can you clean? I work on the market most days and I would be willing to take more hours, if you were able to care for the home. It would not be right to expect you to work with such a small child who depends on you.”

She tried to give you a smile in return, knowing this was her best option. “I can cook, and I can clean. I will do anything I can to help.”

Nodding your head, you turned back to Sam.

“I can take them but expect you to visit as often as you can,” you said in a faux firm tone.

“Of course. Of course,” he grinned. “Thank you so much Y/N, I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You’ll figure out a way, but for now, help me make up my brothers’ old room for your friend and help me find something that can work as a crib.”

[magalidragon]

OMG I was cleaning out my WIP folder and found a Jonerys Addam’s Family remix I started in October and never finished aka forgot about. I guess I have Halloween fics ready. It is in three months after all.

Here’s a blurb. It’s so bad, it was right when I started writing Jonerys. 🤣

Little Sam was not deterred by the dog’s size or its peculiar eyes. He stepped towards it; hand outstretched. “Wow! Big dog!”

“Sam no!” she exclaimed, grabbing for him. She stepped backwards to the door, preparing to whisk her son away from the vicious animal. Even though the animal hadn’t made one move towards her son other than cocking its head curiously.

“This is Ghost,” the silver-haired woman purred, leaning down—not very far since the dog almost came to her shoulder—to ruffle his ears. She kissed his nose, the dog licking at her cheek. She giggled again, like a little girl. “And he’s not a dog, he’s a wolf.”

Sam yelped. “A wolf!? Is that legal?”

“Of course.”

They all looked up at the second level and Gilly’s eyes further widened, staring up at what she thought might be one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. Of course, she hastily thought, she loved Sam dearly but…gods. The man who took a step down towards them was wearing an all black suit, tailored perfectly to his thin yet muscular frame. He had black curly hair pulled halfway from his face into a bun and a trimmed black beard. She noted that his gray eyes were the same shape and color as the other woman. Perhaps they were related.

He walked, no he— glided— down the staircase, coming to stand by the beautiful silver-haired woman, who beamed at him, immediately molding against him. “My love,” she purred, dragging a blood-red nail down over his pale face. She pursed her lips. “Arya brought us new neighbors!”

“I was thinking of making them a pie,” Arya said. There was a somewhat demonic gleam in her eyes.

Gilly lifted her brows and Little Sam looked up from where he’d been digging his shoe into a knot in the wooden floor. “I like pies,” he piped up. He cocked his head. “What kind? I like apple.”

Arya pursed her lips, a smile still tugging at them and her eyes flashed, glancing sideways at the man, who was glaring at her, almost in warning. “I can make an apple pie. I think.”

“No,” the man said, final. Arya stuck her lower lip out in a pout. He turned his face back to them, apologizing. “My sister is not that good of a baker, you really wouldn’t like her pies.”

“The dragons do,” the woman said.

“Dragons?” Little Sam asked. Gilly laughed, nervous again; maybe Sam was right—perhaps they should have just left their neighbors to themselves. She was getting quite a strange vibe from them. Very intense and…just plain odd. It was like they were from another world. She took sight of the lanterns and old-fashioned oil lamps on the walls. Or another time, maybe.

Sam cleared his throat, pushing by her and offering his hand. “My name is Samwell Tarly, this is my wife Gilly and our son Little Sam. We’ve already met your…”

“Sister,” he and the brown-haired woman said at the same time.

The silver-haired woman had now wound herself almost entirely around the man, her violet eyes boring holes into them. It made Gilly oddly uncomfortable how close they were to each other. She was all one for public affection, she did not consider herself too prudish, but this was almost too much, especially in front of perfect strangers. The woman made a sound like a purr, dragging her finger down his face, her bright red lips pulling up over her teeth. “This is my husband Jon.” She licked her lips, her pupils turning her eyes almost entirely black. “Issa zokla.”

Gilly arched her brows at the odd language, but even more so when the man named Jon made a sound like a growl, sweeping the woman around and lifting her feet off the ground; she wasn’t wearing any shoes and her toenails were painted the same blood red as her nails. “Gods Dany, you know how the Valyrian makes me.”

“Of course, I know.”

Arya grinned. “Ignore them. They’re foul, especially when Dany speaks Valyrian.”

Sam gaped, shaking his head and pulling on her hand. “We should leave.”

The woman spoke, Gilly guessed this was the Dany that Arya referenced. “Oh no don’t leave, Jon was just forgetting his manners. He can be such an uncouth wolf. By the way zokla, you seemed upset when you came down just now, whatever happened?” Gilly couldn’t tell how she knew that the man was upset, he seemed to have a perpetually dour look.

The man—Jon—shrugged. “I wanted you to know that Lyanna started another fire but I put it out.” He looked over at Little Sam, smiling down at him, but the smile did not meet his eyes. “And it seems we may finally have a friend for our little Lyanna.”

“You have a daughter?” Sam asked. Gilly wasn’t sure why he was nervous to ask, but she supposed he should be. This entire introduction had been quite odd. Surreal was probably a better term for it.

The woman—Dany—beamed, with the glow only a mother could have for the mention of her child. Gilly smiled, pleased to see it, as she recognized it completely, having felt the same pride at the mention of her son. “Yes! Our little Lyanna, she’s six.” She turned back to the house, walking over to the bannister and banged her hand on the wall, the sound of her small hand somehow—rather unnaturally—reverberating through the house. “Lyanna!” she bellowed, with a volume and strength that belied her tiny frame.

Jon idly brushed at his suit lapel, rather bored. “She’s probably in the dungeons.”

Sam and Gilly shot each other horrified looks. Dungeons!?

“She loves the dungeons,” Arya said. She handed the plant to Dany. She smirked. “I’m going to go find Gendry. I think he’s probably had enough of the shackles.”

Shackles!?

Just who exactly were these people, Gilly wondered, trying to smile but found herself gripping Little Sam’s shoulders tight so he didn’t try to lunge for the wolf, which had moved closer to his master, all glowing red eyes and blinding white fur.  She was trying not to be frightened or at least <i>show</i> how frightened she was but it was proving difficult the longer they were in the company of these people.  She smiled, weak.  “Um…so your names…” She was trying to say them, but found her voice caught in her throat.  “Um…”

“Oh of course, so sorry!”  The woman pressed her hand to her chest, her violet eyes earnest.  “My name is Daenerys and this is my husband Jon.”  She rose on her toes.  “Issa zokla.”

The same words she’d said before had the man growling again, nipping at her lower lip, which she stuck out as she grit her teeth, and growling as well.  “Speak more Valyrian and we’ll see the wolf.”

“Valyrian?” she finally asked, confused, at the same time Sam exclaimed in immediate curiosity.  “Valyrian!?”

Dany turned, her back pressed against her husband’s front.  Gilly blinked, shocked, as the little woman wiggled herself against him in a rather obscene manner.  Jon simply kissed her temple, muttered something to her and she frowned, but backed off of him.  “Oh yes, my family hails from Old Valyria, it’s my mother tongue.”  She stepped to Sam, violet eyes expanding, that girlish curiosity returning.  “Do you know Valyrian?”

“Ah…I studied it as an elective in college, but I am afraid I did not pick it up well.”

“That’s too bad.”  She glanced at Gilly, smiling warmly.  “Valyrian does wonderful things for the soul, it is the only language suited for poetry.”  She turned back to her husband, biting his lower lip.  “And it does incredible things for passion.”

“Indeed,” Jon said, kissing her again.  He turned his intense gaze on them both.  “Thank you for the plant.”

Gilly’s mouth fell slightly, unsure what to say to that.  She jumped, skittish, when she heard the sound of something—or someone—screaming.  “What…what’s that?”The couple exchanged bored looks.  

“Probably Bran,” Dany said.  She sighed, waving her hand nonchalantly.  “My brother-in-law, he keeps ravens.  They are dreadfully loud sometimes.”  She frowned, glancing at Jon.  “Oh darling, do you think it could be Viserys?  I thought I told Lyanna to keep him from the fire.”  She sighed, her smooth brow wrinkling in annoyance.  “He really should know by now that he is not a dragon.”

“I’ll go check.”  Jon smiled at them both again, in that rather bored, vacant away.  “It was nice to meet you both.  I will send Lyanna over whenever we find her.”

Dany clapped her hands again, gesturing for them to enter further into the house.  “Would you like to come in for something to drink?  We have a lovely Arbor Gold that my dear friend Tyrion left us after he…” She trailed off, a somewhat sad look on her beautiful face.  Before she wiped it completely and beamed some more.  “Went on holiday.”

Sam pulled at her elbow, which Gilly did not mind at all, taking her step backwards as well.  “Um, we should really get back home.”  He spoke loudly, stammering.  “M-m-my b-b-brother k-k-knows…”

“He’s saying his brother is expecting us.”  It was a lie, but Gilly was just as terrified of this strange family as Sam was now.  Even if she still wanted to know more.  Like how the woman in front of her looked so young. Or at least looked like she hadn’t given birth, her stomach as flat as anything.  Gilly self-consciously touched her abdomen.  She still carried a couple of stubborn pounds from Little Sam.  She shot him a look; he was still trying to get to the wolf, who had remained dutifully at his mistress’s side.

The woman smiled again.  “That’s wonderful.  My brother lives with us too.  As does my great-uncle.  Aemon.  Don’t worry if you see him wandering around, he’s blind but he gets by just fine.  Also, my husband’s little sister and brother live with us, sometimes his other sister visits but she’s a horrible bore, so normal.”

Gilly shuddered to think what this family thought was normal.  It was clear that they had a rather peculiar take on things.  Manners, décor, pets…they mentioned dungeons and fire the way she referred to Little Sam playing with trains and cars.  “Um, we need to go.  We will…ah…enjoy the plant!”  

They were out of the house faster than she thought she could move, almost hauling Little Sam up off the ground and carting him over her shoulder.  She grabbed his hand instead, hurrying back down the driveway and beyond the iron gates, not stopping until they were back at their house, door shut and locked.  

She heaved her breath, rushing upstairs to their bedroom, throwing open the curtains and staring at the house, eyes wide.  She stared across the way, to the big mansion, with its vines, iron, and dragons.  “Who the seven hells are they?” she gasped.

Sam shut their door and looked out with her, shaking his head.  “I have no idea, but Little Sam is never going over there.” Agreed.

[wandlores]

Heart of Gold

Pairing: Robb Stark x Theon Greyjoy  Words: 2,719 You can also read this on AO3. This is for the pride event held by @asoiafsnet :) it is a Modern College AU!

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Theon had a hard time maintaining relationships throughout his life, but one relationship that had always managed to stay afloat was his relationship with Robb Stark. 

It started when he was ten years old. Theon had no friends, and Robb Stark was there on the playground defending him. Theon had said something ridiculously cocky that made himself look like a fool; a defense mechanism he had obtained after his brothers had died. Ramsay Bolton was laughing at him after he had thrown the first failed punch. 

"Theon Greyjoy, practically an orphan with an absent father and no brotherly figures to teach him how to be a man-" but before Ramsay could finish his sentence, he was pinned to the ground with a threatening fist in his face.

Robb Stark, the Robb Stark, the most popular boy in school who still managed to be kind and modest, had come to his rescue. It was then that Theon was smitten, but he never told anyone. He just allowed Robb to become his best friend. He didn't even understand his own feelings at the time, but it was then that he knew Robb Stark was like no other. 

"Say something like that again Bolton, and you will regret it!" Robb had yelled. His rounded face still looked threatening like a mans, and Theon wondered how he managed to make it appear that way, especially when he usually sported soft smiles. His auburn hair was pushed back against his forehead, but one single wave bounced forward so it was hanging in his eyes.

Ramsay tried to laugh, but Robb pinned him down harder. 

"Jeez, calm down, Stark," Ramsay said. Theon could hear the begging tone laced through his words, "I was only kidding-"

"Yeah, well, I don't think Greyjoy thought that, did you, Theon?"

Robb's blue eyes looked up into Theon's, and he had to swallow down a lump in his throat. It was the first time Theon was ever left speechless.

Robb didn't push for an answer, but he got up from pinning Ramsay to the ground as the recess aid ran up to them. Ramsay created a whole story about how Theon and Robb had attacked him. Ramsay, as manipulative as he was cowardly, naturally got away with it. As Robb and Theon sat side by side in the office, Robb finally turned to introduce himself.

"I'm Robb Stark," he said, "I don't think we have ever talked."

Theon looked down at Robb's outstretched hand. He took it and gave him the firmest shake he could muster, and he tried to ignore the tingles that shot up his arm. His father had taught him it was wrong to like other boys, what he was feeling had to not be what he thought it meant. 

"I'm Theon Greyjoy, but you already knew that. You really didn't have to come and help me. I could have handled it myself."

It was a stupid statement, and Theon was internally kicking himself. He knew that he sounded pathetic, and ridiculously arrogant. If Robb hadn't come to his rescue, he would have been six feet under.

But Robb didn't flinch at his words or even give him a glare, his soft eyes just looked into his and gave him a smile, "Everyone deserves to have a friend to defend their honor, don't you think?"

It was something otherworldly for a ten year old to say, Theon realized later in his life, but it was what made Theon knew he could trust him with his life. 

"Sure," Theon agreed, though he had no idea what it meant at the time. 

After that, Theon finally had a friend. A friend for life, if he didn't manage to screw it up.

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Ten years later and they were at college. Theon barely got in, but Robb made it through on a full-ride scholarship. Most of their friends had been jealous of Robb, but Theon never had been, even if he had been insanely jealous of others and their perfect lives. He couldn't help but admire Robb and feel so happy for him, especially when he gave Theon that smile he knew all too well. It had gotten to the point where Theon had to bury down the blush that tried to spread from his cheeks.

"I'm ridiculously happy we were able to sway the university to let us be roommates," Robb was telling him, "Some best friends aren't so lucky. What did you think of that Margaery girl we saw, she was gorgeous, wasn't she?"

But Theon wasn't paying attention to Robb's words. Only the outline of Robb's knuckles as he spoke with his hands. They flexed in a way that made Theon's mouth water. 

"Earth to Theon!" Robb said, "Were you listening to me at all? What do you think of that Tyrell girl?"

Jealousy bubbled up in Theon's throat, but he pushed it down. There was no way Robb could know how he felt, and he would never know. Not if Theon didn't want to lose him.

"Yeah, she's gorgeous," Theon lied, "You should go for it."

Robb gave him a smile and friendly shove to the shoulder, "Will you help me bring the rest of our boxes in?" 

"Sure," Theon agreed. He would do anything to help Robb Stark, even a task that simple. 

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The first few weeks passed quickly at university, and even though Robb had commented on Margaery Tyrell, he still hadn't made his move. Theon tried not to bring it up. It wasn't like Robb hadn't dated before, but Theon always tried to block it out. Theon on the other hand, had gone many years flirting with girls convincingly but never being too serious with one. It was the only way to keep his secret at bay. 

The two of them were sitting behind a wall by the football field. Robb had been rambling about how he wanted to go to tryouts. Theon was only half-listening, until Robb finally got his attention with words that felt acidic to his ears.

"Why don't you ask that Tyrell girl out? Really try and make something serious with her?" Robb pushed, "It is time you got yourself a proper life partner and don't only depend on me."

Theon knew it was a joke about him depending only on Robb, but it was a nightmare in his mind to think that Robb noticed that his whole life revolved around him. Theon looked down at his knuckles and started to crack them nervously. 

"She's not my type," Theon told him half-honestly, "I think you should go for her."

The words burned Theon's tongue to say, but it was the only way to make it seem convincing enough that he didn't want to be with her and also did not want to be with Robb.

Theon could feel Robb's eyes on him, but he didn't say anything. To Robb's surprise, he changed the subject. Then, Robb Stark the hero came out to play again. A freshman, like them, was getting pushed down on the football field by some seniors. His reading glasses had fallen askew, and his books flew to the ground. Robb was up in a flash, and it happened so fast that Theon could only watch.

"Leave him alone!" Robb yelled. Theon's hands were in a fist and ready to fight if needed. He had to protect Robb, it was the only thing he cared about.

"I-I'm fine, really," the freshman tried to say, but the guys who pushed him down started laughing.

"Little Samwell Tarly, or should I say, BIG Samwell Tarly."

The men laughed, and it was then that Robb had punched the ringleader in the face. Theon was expecting a brawl to ensue, but instead, the ringleader ran off without saying a word, and his friends followed in tow. Cowards, Theon thought. Theon couldn't help but smile.

Robb helped the boy named Samwell up, but Samwell didn't feel the need to stay and talk. He quickly gathered his things and ran off from Robb. Theon wasn't sure if he was embarrassed or something else, but he didn't even attempt to stick around.

Robb came back fuming, and as he sat against the wall next to Theon, Theon gave him a comforting hand on the shoulder.

"I don't understand people!" Robb raged, "What is wrong with them? What makes them think that it is okay to do that to someone else?"

Theon knew Robb wasn't expecting an answer, so he stayed quiet and listened.

"It is just like fucking Ramsay Bolton in the fifth grade. I still can't believe he did that to you after all these years! Why can't people be decent human beings?"

Theon wasn't sure where it came from, but it rose up his throat like vomit. It came out like a whisper, but definitely loud enough that Robb could hear. He was sure of it. Theon had blurted, "I'm in love with you." 

Theon watched as Robb paused, but he didn't even acknowledge his words. He kept going. It was then that Theon knew, Robb had purposely ignored his words and was too nice to say something back to hurt his best friend.

Theon was silent for the rest of Robb's rant, and he spoke few words to his best friend in response as they decided to walk back to their dorm. Robb left that night for his night class, and that's when Theon secretly started packing his bags.

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Theon had moved out a week ago without giving any word to Robb. He gave no explanation, he just upped and vanished, just like his mom had done to his dad. He knew it was a dick move, but he couldn't face him. Not after that rejection. Not after the humiliation he had put himself through. It would never be the same. His biggest secret was out, and his whole would was going to crumble down if anyone spoke of it.

Theon had to fake it until he made it, and he ignored all of Robb's frequent phone calls and texts throughout the process.

Oddly enough, Theon had taken solace living with Robb's half brother, Jon Snow, in his apartment a mile away from campus. Jon let him in without any questions; Jon was that kind of guy. A man with few words but just as loyal as his brother. Theon knew he had to of known about what had happen and that Robb was texting and calling him just as much, but he never said anything, until one night as they sat and watched infomercials mindlessly.

"Robb's worried about you, Greyjoy," Jon casually commented, "I think you should tell him what made you up and leave."

"You mean you don't know?"

The words were out of Theon's mouth before he could control. It had been a bad habit he had had since he was a child. He never knew when to act genuine or when to shut up.

Jon perked his brow, "How should I know? Robb doesn't even know." 

Relief rushed through Theon, maybe he hadn't heard him after-all. But as soon as relief flooded his body, guilt flood through as well.

"Oh, oh god," Theon mumbled, "I have been a complete jackass."

"What happened?" Jon pressed.

As Jon leaned forward on the couch with his elbows on his knees, Theon knew it was finally time. This secret had been kept for too long to keep it in any longer, and if anyone would keep his secret other than Robb, it was Jon Snow. He was the second best bet.

"I-I'm gay," Theon confessed in a rush, "And-and I'm in love with Robb. I told him and he didn't respond, but maybe he didn't hear me? And-"

But before Theon could continue, Jon had leaned forward and hugged him. It was the first time he had ever gotten a hug from Jon; it wasn't in either of their characters, but he accepted it and hugged him back. They didn't speak for a few minutes. All they did was hold each other. It was then that Theon realized Jon was his brother too, and for that, he was grateful. 

"I can't say I am surprised," Jon said as they pulled apart, "I always suspected. The way you look at Robb is the way I looked at-"

"Ygritte," Theon finished for him, "I was hoping I wasn't that obvious."

Jon smiled, "I think you should tell him. He will be understanding."

"How will it not change things? He isn't gay, Jon. He won't feel what I feel-"

Jon didn't say anything, but he nonchalantly shrugged, "I just think you should tell him," is all he said.

They didn't mention it for the rest of the night, but Jon did finally put in a movie rather than mindlessly watch infomercials. Theon knew he was right, but did he have the courage? It was time to be just like Robb Stark.

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As soon as Theon called Robb, he bombarded him with questions. Theon didn't answer any of them other than to tell him he was sorry and that he was fine. He just told Robb he would meet him at their dorm to talk. 

Theon's palms were sweating as he approached their door and took out his key to unlock it. He took a deep breath as the door opened, and Robb was sitting on the edge of Theon's bed with his head in his hands.

Robb looked up and Theon watched as his face flooded with relief once they made eye contact. Robb got up from the bed and hugged Theon wordlessly. Theon let himself get lost in the hug for a few moments as Robb whispered in his ear, "I missed you so much. I was so worried about you."

Theon didn't say anything; he couldn't unless he spilled the truth. It was like it was the only words that could be spoken at this point in time.

Robb sat back down on Theon's bed and Theon followed him.

"Can you tell me what happened now? Did-did I offend you protecting Samwell? Was I not listening?"

Robb was talking quickly, but Theon calmed him down by placing one of his hands on top of his. He braced himself for Robb to remove it in disgust, but he didn't. Instead, he watched flush blossom up his neck.

"I'm gay," Theon finally told him, "And I have been in love with you since I was ten years old. I-I told you I was in love with you during your rant like an idiot, but you never responded. I-I thought you just wanted to ignore what I had told you. I don't expect you to feel the same but-"

Theon's words were interrupted by Robb pulling his face closer to his. Their lips met despite Theon's shock. Theon didn't dare pull away, but he didn't move either. He let Robb take the lead. The kiss was sweet and tentative. It was the kind of first kiss that Theon figured Robb had given all his girlfriends.

As Robb pulled away, his cheeks were flushed. Theon could feel that his cheeks were too.

"I-I don't understand," Theon started, but Robb interrupted him.

"I-I have been feeling this way for a long time," Robb confessed, "I like girls too, but there is something about you, Theon. I think I have always loved you from the start. When you left, I went crazy, and it just confirmed what I always knew deep down. It was so confusing until I accepted it, I can't imagine how you felt. Have you ever told anyone?"

Robb grabbed Theon's hand and rubbed his thumb against his knuckles soothingly. Theon tried not to go crazy at the feeling of his hands against his.

"I-I told Jon last night. I blurted it out-just like I blurted that I loved you."

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you," Robb told him, "I genuinely didn't. I get so wrapped up in my rants sometimes that I should be able to listen to you more."

"You do listen," Theon told him, "You always have."

Theon leaned forward then, and this time, he wasn't afraid. He kissed Robb with as much feeling as he had felt for him for all those years, and still, to Theon's surprise, Robb kissed him back.