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jon snow x f!arryn!reader headcanons
â°â⤠in which lady catelyn's niece is brought to winterfell as a ward, and grows to care for her misliked stepson.
a/n : I put jon's birth year as 283 ac, whereas in the show he was born in 281ac - so I struggled a bit on which to choose, but ultimately 283ac suited my outline for the story a bit better. the characters are still aged up as per their show versions. I've also aged down robin arryn, implying that both jon and reader would be in their adolescence during his birth, whereas in the source material, jon is only a few years older than robin.
massive, massive shoutout to @angelseraphines for being my greatest support as always, and I'm not sure if I would've gone ahead and published this if not for her encouragement đŠˇ
â°â⤠in 285ac, lord jon arryn and his lady wife lysa welcomed the first of their living children.
â°â⤠you were a beautiful babe, bright-eyed with a lovely smile, truly the apple of the hand's eye. lord arryn had been married three times in his lifetime, and you were the first of his children to live to term. the graying man was enamored with your newborn-self, and he wished for nothing but your safety and joy.
â°â⤠for all his love for you, the hand of the king knew how venomous the environment of the royal court to be. the halls were dripping with the schemes of those who wished to advance their positions, and a man of his position knew that the only living child, let alone a girl, of his would be treated as no more than a tool of the court's most cunning.
â°â⤠your father wished to see you happy and contented, and he wished to keep you safe from the treachery of red keep. and so, on the eve of your sixth nameday, your father wrote to the boy he once fostered in the vale, now a lord paramount in his own right. eddard stark was possibly the only man jon arryn trusted to the same extent he trusted his grace, the king. it was a difficult decision to make, but he was acting in your best interests. life at winterfell would suit his little falcon better, for you would grow strong and you'd be well-looked after. you'd be far away from the glances of power-hungry, lecherous men who wished for nothing but power. you would be with family as well, as the lady catelyn was your mother's only sister - and her children your closest blood. it was a great honour in westeros, to be trusted with the upbringing of one's child, and it was an honour lord arryn would bestow upon lord stark.
â°â⤠lysa was resistant to the idea of sending away her only living child - the years of losing babe after babe had taken their toll on her, but she eventually relented. you would be safer in winterfell, and catelyn was still her sister - for all the distance between them.
â°â⤠mere days after lord stark accepted your father's offer, you were sent to winterfell as a ward with a kiss on the forehead from your mother and an unusually tight hug from your father.
â°â⤠the first couple of weeks were rough - for you were often coddled by your parents. you missed tugging on your mother's skirts and resting in your father's arms. you weren't used to the absence of them, and while you tried not to cause trouble for your caretakers - they could tell you had a hard time adjusting.
â°â⤠there were two people in winterfell whose presence brought you comfort during that trying time. the first was your aunt, lady catelyn stark, your mother's only sister. you knew little else of winterfell, but you were comforted by the familiar shade of auburn that cascaded down her shoulders and the unique cadence to her voice that could only be ascribed to a woman born of riverrun. she wasn't your mother, but she was the closest to her anyone could get. she sung you lullabies only your mother knew, and the gentle manner in which she treated you was that of a mother towards her child. the second was the boy named after your father, jon snow. you latched onto him early on in your stay in winterfell, and nobody was quite sure as to why. perhaps it was for his name, for you often called for him - at first you were calling for your father, but jon always answered. he was two years your senior and still a boy unsure of his place in his own home - for all the love of his father and the acceptance of his siblings was matched evenly with pointed looks and whispers of bastardy, as well as lady catelyn's cold distance and her decision to ignore his existence the best he could. some would say that it was your insistence on seeking him out that helped reassure the dark-haired boy of his place. of all the nobles and commonfolk at winterfell, you gravitated towards him.
â°â⤠at first you were content to spend your time with him in silence, and he never appeared opposed to that. within a few weeks, you were talking to him about your life back in the crownlands. you talked about your mother, and her watchful, protecting eyes that seemed to follow you everywhere. you talked about your father, and his insistence on making time for your regardless of how pertinent his responsibilities may have been at any given point. you talked about the king too, and his tales of the valour and glory he experienced side by side with jon's own father. he spoke to you too, of how lovely his father and siblings were, of winterfell's hidden gems and it's most well-known attractions. he promised to take you to the weirwood tree in the godswood when the opportunity arose, and he followed through on his promise. jon snow had become, aside for the lady catelyn whom you'd grown to love as you loved your mother, your dearest person.
â°â⤠your aunt catelyn was not fond of your budding friendship with the reminder of her husband's indiscretion - that much was plain to see by the harsh manner in which her brows furrowed and frown of her lips, and yet she made no move to disallow it. she could see that his presence helped you get used to your new home, and soon enough you were playing with sansa, teaching arya and bran how to say your name and often fetching robb to speak with him on the way to break your fast. it pleased to see your aunt to see you and her own children bond so quickly, and she kept her dissatisfaction of your bond with jon to herself.
â°â⤠jon was there for many of the major moments of your life, with the most notable being the first letter you'd written your parents. you had just started learning how to read in the red keep, but lord stark made sure to place you with septa mordane alongside his daughters and he kept an eye on you to make sure your education was advancing. not to mention, lord and lady stark were adamant in ensuring that you remained in touch with your parents - making sure you became literate was the most important factor in that. early on, you would ask jon to re-read your letters before you were to show them to lord stark, and your friend was always glad to do it. the faint red hue that enveloped his cheeks as he read the parts where you mentioned him to your father went unnoticed by you, too focused on making sure that your letter was presentable to lord eddard.
â°â⤠you remained close through your childhood and closer into adolescence, but it wasn't until one fateful evening that somebody changed between the two of you.
â°â⤠the letter you received from your parents was unlike any other you had received in the past. the words seemed to swirl on the yellowed paper, and you could feel a headache in coming. your mother had given birth to a son - a proper heir to the vale. you should have felt happy, overjoyed even. a part of you, unfortunately, felt overwhelmed by misery and you could not quite understand why. you were content in winterfell, loved even - and you knew you were never to be heir to begin with, for you were a daughter and your father had plenty of nephews to choose from. so, why did you feel so unhappy? you couldn't quite figure it out, at least not until you spoke to the one person who understood why you felt the way you did, even when you yourself could not.
â°â⤠you'd skipped supper in favor of spending the evening by the godswood, and truthfully, you expected aunt catelyn to send robb to retrieve you when it was due time for you to return to your chambers. instead, you were surprised to see that jon came for you instead. as you rose from beneath the weirwood tree, red leaves giving way to a darkened sky, you walked side by side with jon towards the great keep. he spoke to you quietly then, of things you never dared ask and he never dared to say outloud. he spoke to you of the mystery of his mother, of wanting to know who she was and if she had wanted him, of wanting to know what kind of person she was. it was only then that the truth of your misery dawned on you. you wished to truly know your parents, and your brother - but you never truly could. for all the letters in the world cannot bring you the closeness of having your family near. robin would know your parents in the ways that you never would, and they would know him in ways that they never knew you. it was a bitter pill to swallow, but you felt as if you could breathe easier - with the realisation clear in your mind.
â°â⤠you were grateful to jon as well, for his vulnerability with you and for his kindness. you thanked him for walking you back to your chambers, and left a chaste peck on his cheek before retreating. "I am grateful... for you, and all that you are" were the words you spoke to him. a silent acknowledgement hung in the air between the two of you. he was still your dearest friend, and you were his - but something had changed. the way in which you regarded one another had changed.
â°â⤠it was as if the wall that you two had carefully placed between yourselves had found itself with holes in it. you were still careful, chaste even - but it was apparent to those around you that you two loved eachother. you'd make handkerchiefs for him in your embroidery classes and he'd gently hold onto your hand in the privacy of the godswood.
â°â⤠none were truly aware of the extent of your affections for one-another, for you were both aware of your positions. you were a noble-man's daughter, entrusted in the care of jon's father who was meant to find you a suitable match and marry you off well. you were considered a bride for theon greyjoy or willas tyrell, but not jon. not a baseborn son of your noble caretaker, with no titles to his name and no inheritance to claim. furthermore, were you to rebel and marry jon without anyone's knowledge - you would soil not only the reputations of your fathers, but the goodwill and bond they shared, for lord arryn entrusted lord stark with your upbringing.
â°â⤠you two grew closer over the following year, and it was apparent to both of you that you would not have the time to properly court one another before pursuing a way to convince your fathers to allow marriage. you were a woman grown, of marrying age. not to mention, you were lord arryn's only daughter, and a marriage to you was the most effective manner in which a noble house could strengthen its ties to the vale. lord and lady stark, with minor interference from your parents, were close to making their decision - and your aunt made sure to consult you often in subtle manners, asking whether you'd prefer to remain in winterfell when you marry, asking if you'd like to return to the red keep once you are to have a family of your own. you could not avoid your fates any longer.
â°â⤠you pondered over what to do for a couple of days, but you knew you had no time to wait. without informing jon, you decided to plea your case to your aunt catelyn - the person you'd always felt closest to in winterfell, from the day you arrived to the present. you knew of her mislike for jon, there wasn't a singular person in winterfell who wasn't aware of it - and yet, during all these years, she hadn't said a word to you of your closeness. you asked for an audience with her in the evening, and you told her everything as you sat with your hands in hers atop the fur carpets by the roar of the fire. you confided in her about how precious jon had always been to you, of how you felt the evening of robin's birth and of how you had love for jon in a way a lady should only have love for her husband. your eyes glistened with unshed tears as you spoke to her of how you feared a betrothal, as you didn't think you could bare being married to anyone else. she listened to you as you spoke. when you finished, she leaned down to give you a kiss on the forehead and exited the room. you never got an answer from her.
â°â⤠lady catelyn's heart ached from the weight of what she had to do. she resented jon, but she could never truly hate him as a person. she feared what his existence, and the way he looked, may mean for her own children but she could never begrudge you for befriending him. this, however, could be disastrous for all of you - and she needed to put a stop to it. she sought jon out the following morning, before it was time for the family to break their fast. she warned him of what his involvement with you could do to your reputation, and of how marrying him would cause you to lose all that you were born with. a woman has little choice in this world but to marry well, and your singular status as lord arryn's only daughter provided you with a privilege not many women could afford - a privilege you would lose were you to marry him. she urged him to put distance between the two of you, if he cared for you as you claimed he did. it was the first time she'd really acknowledged him, and her words stung - perhaps nearly as deep as her resentment and distance once did.
â°â⤠you were unaware of the fact that this conversation had even taken place to begin with, and jon's insistence on ignoring you came as a shock. you couldn't tell what you had done wrong and you were unsure of how to reason with him.
â°â⤠it wasn't easy for him to keep his distance from you either, but he took lady catelyn's words to heart. he truly believed that if he kept his distance from you, then you would have an easier time accepting a potential betrothal - as you were always meant to do. now that he was at a distance from you, he was free to confide in robb - and he found comfort in his brother. it was difficult, keeping his feelings from the man he trusted most to begin with and robb's brotherly teasing, as well as his unspoken understanding helped him cope with his decision. for a time at least.
â°â⤠this tense situation and the distance between you was broken by the most tragic news of your life - your father and the hand of the king, lord jon arryn, had passed away. in addition to your grief, added pressure was placed upon your shoulders as the news of the royal family's impending visit to winterfell reached you. all of this proved to be too much for you, and you crumbled once again, for the first time since your arrival to the north. it was jon whom you turned to once again, and he couldn't find it in him to turn you down. he held you in his arms as you wept, and as you turned to look to him - you made the bold move you'd never dared to make. you leaned upwards and planted a kiss upon his lips, the salty taste of tears staining both of you. he gave in for a split second, before pulling away - remembering lady catelyn's words. "I intend to promise myself to the night's watch. I've already made my father aware of my decision" he confessed to you, his tone gentle yet final. it was then that you asked him why, your voice on the brink of shattering. he spoke to you of his conversation with lady catelyn, and of the steps he took to make sure your reputation wasn't soiled - of the steps he took to make sure you could still have a good life.
â°â⤠you left him wordlessly then, anger coursing through every inch of your body. you were angry for a multitude of reason - at your father, for sending you to winterfell to begin with. at the world, for taking your father from you before you'd had the chance to see him once more. at your aunt catelyn and jon, for making decisions that concerned you without even thinking to consult you.
â°â⤠you withdrew to yourself, simply going through the motions as you prepared for the king and his family to arrive at winterfell. you felt no joy at the prospect of seeing him once again, and the thought of his visit served as nothing more than a reminder that you were truly never going to see your father again. you were courteous but curt in all your exchanges, but you exchanged nothing more than pleasantries with all those around you. jon tried to speak with you often, to ensure that you two weren't going to go your separate ways on such poor terms - but he was unsuccessful. you had switched places, with you now ignoring his attempts to speak with you as he had done weeks before.
â°â⤠the issues between you two and your pointed attempts to ignore him are once again put on hold with all the madness that follows the royal family's visit - bran's accident, your mother's letter to catelyn and the king's offer to lord stark all become topics much more pertinent than jon's upcoming departure and your potential betrothals, and the two of you settle into a peaceful coexistence within the last few days of his stay at winterfell. in truth, as you came to accept your father's death and the unfortunate fate that befell bran, you came to the conclusion that the short time you had with one another was a precious thing, not to be wasted - and you sought him out often, just as you once did.
â°â⤠the morning he was set to leave for the night's watch, you rose early in the hour of the nightingale- and you sought him out. you walked to the godswood once more, your arm brushing against his. "I believe that I have loved you all my life. I believe that I will love you for the rest of it" you admitted to him as he reached out to grasp your hands in his, a sad smile making its way across your face. "I have loved you all my life, and I will love you for the rest of it" he vowed to you as he leaned down to press his final, gentle kiss upon your lips. you needn't have spoken words of forgiveness or talked much of anything else. you were overcome with a melancholic contentedness in that very moment. jon left his home with his uncle benjen within the next few hours, but he left his heart in winterfell with you.
â°â⤠that very same evening, you wept in your aunt catelyn's arms. her kiss upon your forehead felt the same as your mother's on the day you last saw her - on the day you left your home behind.
a/n : and that's where I think I'm going to end this! if I ever feel like it, I may revisit jon and arryn!reader later down the line - perhaps with a quick rewrite of season and a happier ending than I gave them here. the original version of this fic is still in my drafts, but I legitimately hated the pacing and the dynamic between jon and reader felt rushed so I rewrote the whole thing - I'm still not fully happy with it, but I much prefer this version and I'm more comfortable publishing it. I hope you enjoy reading this, and please be sure to leave some constructive criticism as I do think there are some parts here that I think can be improved. please do forgive me if the pacing feels slightly off, I struggled quite a bit with this prompt and I legitimately could not write this fic a third time nor expand on it more to try and make it more sensible.
as always, I'm tagging several different characters to help get the post out to as many people as possible, but I do write for all of the characters tagged below so please feel free to request something for them.
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pov: youâre scrolling trying to find a cute little fluffy fanfic to read but everything you get is smutÂ
no smut hate, i just want to giggle :(
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Yandere House Stark Headcanons
A/N: I ended up not doing Bran and Rickon only because I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later and they were a little difficult to write for. If you'd like to see headcanons for them I can definitely make another post for them, just let me know.
Let's say you are a low born person looking for refuge in Winterfell after your village was sacked by Wildlings. You had hoped to find some tavern to hold up in or even a brothel, but unbeknownst to you the Stark family kept an eye on newcomers. When they received news of your arrival, they requested your presence. It was only to talk about the possibility of nearby Wildlings, but when YOU showed up beaten and scared for your life- how could they not offer their Stark hospitality?
This is where the yandere tendencies begin.
Ned Stark, as a yandere, is protective and definitely has a savior complex. He's an honorable and just man that can't help but bring home strays, so when he sees you it's like finding Jon all over again. A deep sense of responsibility comes over him and he knows in that moment that you are just as much his as any of his kids. From that day forward he assigns a room for you in the castle and a handmaiden to keep you company, not that you'll be needing it. The family of course is shocked at his sudden interest, but they all love to see him happy and nothing makes him more happy than seeing you taken care of.
Now Catelyn is initially worried that Ned has taken a romantic interest in you, but when she sees the way you both interact she understands the fatherly bond he is trying to create very similar to his own kids. It didn't take long for her to fall into her own yandere tendencies; checking in on you in the mornings, making prayer wheels even when you're not sick, helping in the kitchen to make sure your food was perfect ( and not poisoned). She takes her role as your surrogate mother very seriously,sometimes to the extent of watching you sleep or ordering guards to discreetly watch over you and report back. Her biggest worry is that you'll be taken away from them so she takes extra precautions to keep you safe.
Robb is head over heels for you instantly. Man is down bad. Much like his father, Robb has a savior complex and finds himself wanting to be YOUR savior always. He does this by training extra hard with Jon, keeping an eye on you at all times, and giving threatening looks to any man or woman who gets too close to you. He doesnât mean to scare away any potential friends but he does mean to scare away potential lovers. He couldnât bear to see you with anyone outside the family, and even then he has a sword up his butt about it.Â
On the other hand, Jon takes a while to warm up to you. He loves his family and is vicious to outsiders who could harm them. Eventually, seeing how you interact with everyone makes him a tad jealous. Not of you, but of his family and how easily they can approach you. I definitely see Jon as an overprotective/stalker yandere with strong jealous tendencies that make him beg for your approval. He finds himself wherever you are, lurking in the background, waiting for the right moment to catch you alone. Jon feels like himself around you and the more time you spend together the more addicted to your presence he becomes.Â
Theon is hands down THE worshiper of the group. It's a hot take for sure but as a yandere, I see Theon's insecurities and fears taking over, slightly similar to reek!Theon. He sees you as a deity, above the Lords and Ladies, even above the King/Queen themself. If it were up to him he'd be the one giving you your meals, running your baths, standing by your side as guard. He cherishes your very presence and hopes one day you'll see his never ending loyalty to you and only you.Â
Sansa is very quiet about her obsession, you almost couldn't tell. She's the perfect friend, always sitting next to you at meals, gossiping about the Lords and Lady's of court, and helping you stock your wardrobe. Whatever hobby you choose to pick up, she's always there to praise you in your efforts and guide you in whatever way she can. She especially loves teaching you how to embroider as it's her specialty. It was all but normal until you came upon her private journal filled with both your names in beautiful cursive surrounded by hearts. You begin to notice the closeness she silently demands, eyeing everyone else to stay away. You see the way she longingly watches you from afar when you choose to spend time with anyone else. And your dresses, that you both so carefully picked out, seem to have a little embroidered "SS" on the nape of your neck.
Arya sees you as her golden older sibling, the one who can do no wrong. She is constantly dragging you around Winterfell - riding horses and trying to shoot arrows (and failing lol). She finds comfort within you, the only person who doesn't expect anything of her except to be herself. And for that she will never leave your side. Most nights you'll find her trying to sneak into your room to share a bed, but whether she can get past the guards Ned and Catelyn have posted outside your door is another story.
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"Marry me."
How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.
Sandor Clegane:
"âŚWanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinkedâhalf asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.
"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasnât exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to askâsince he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.
"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.
"No."
"Ah."
"âŚ"
"âŚ"
"âŚYou. Wanna get married ?" He asked this timeâmore because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.
"Sure."
He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.
"âŚFine. Weâll get married in the morning. Now, hush."
There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadnât said no.
Oberyn Martell:
"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:
"No."
He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.
"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.
"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."
He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.
"âŚReally ?"
He chuckled.
"Yes. Really."
He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.
"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"
You sighed before closing your eyes.
"âŚYouâre the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thoughtâŚwhy not ask ?"
Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.
"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world doesâŚ"
Tyrion Lannister:
"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.
"What ?"
Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.
"You heard me."
He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didnât. He simply sighed.
"âŚWhy ?"
Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lionâŚbut no. You wouldnât tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldnât believe you.
"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.
"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"
"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.
"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.
"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.
"Because I am not a good man."
You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.
"Havenât you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."
Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldnât deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.
"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"
He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldnât. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasnât about love. It wasnât about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldnât hurt youâŚAnd hence, he understood and maybeâŚmaybe it wouldnât be so bad to have a wife/husband ?
Jaime Lannister:
"JaimeâŚ" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at youâyou grabbed his hand. He didnât react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.
"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldnât help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasnât really your business to interfere, but you didnât like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.
So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced himâcatching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.
"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"
That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knightâyou didnât seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere jokeâbut you didnât back down and even provoked him.
"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"
That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.
"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"
"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.
"Then I will give you whatever you want."
In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannisterâbut it couldnât be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.
The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed toâŚbut it was too late to stop and in a matter of secondsâJaime Lannister was on the floor.
Everyone was stunned.
But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.
"âŚI will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the roomâleaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.
Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :
"Marry me." Littlefinger didnât even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasnât sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didnât show it.
He didnât even look up as he simply asked.
"Why ?"
You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?
"Does it matter ?"
He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.
"Depends. What will it bring me ?"
You looked away.
"Donât pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. Youâd have an easy access to the iron throne."
He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.
"âŚTell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"
You hesitated before sighing in defeat.
"âŚBecause if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."
At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.
"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lionâs den then."
Sansa Stark:
You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldnât be easyâbut you were willing to try.
"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"
Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages werenât a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.
"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied insteadâthinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.
"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. ButâŚI am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then itâs yours. And even if you donât want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.
She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.
"âŚYou may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."
You smiled and shook your head.
"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."
Sansa smiled back.
MaybeâŚromance wasnât utterly dead.
Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy đ)
"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.
"What ?"
"You heard me."
There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldnât stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.
When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.
"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."
You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.
Daenerys:
"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didnât seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for herâand she was more than happy to reciprocate.
But, marriage ?
Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasnât all powerful.
She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.
"My dear Y/NâŚIf only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven KingdomsâŚI cannot."
You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but stillâŚyour heart ached.
"IâŚunderstand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were justâŚhuman.
Ser Jorah:
"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.
"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for himâŚ
"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.
"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didnât shy away from his gaze.
You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish forâŚ
Ser Jorah accepted.
After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.
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âď¸ House Stark & Spicy Food âď¸ - w/ spicy loving reader
Cries if there's too much pepper:
All of them, Sansa and Robb - these two will actually die if they have the slightest sense of heat to any food they try. Like their hair, they get it from their mother.
Robb will try so hard to pretend that he has any spice tolerance...he doesn't...he REALLY doesn't
This boy wants to impress you so badly while also dying and you are not being very helpful bc you keep laughing at how red his face gets
You didn't even put that much in, it was barely a dash of cayenne or one jalapeno seed and he will DIE
If you ever try to put spice in his dishes, he will look at you with the biggest look of betrayal
Redding Wedding what? Nope, the real, most unforgivable act of treason against this King of the North was putting a ghost pepper in his stew after he pissed you off and drinking all his water to make sure that there wasn't any left near him.
Are the two of you married? Does not matter - off to the dungeons with you.
Okay, not really, but he will be seriously pissed and have a huge pouty face for the rest of the week.
He feels even more betrayed when he sees Grey Wind sleeping next to you after you put the pepper in his food.
"Are you on my side or hers?" - Grey Wind is on Team Cuddles and Being Spoiled.
If you end up eating something too spicy for you, he WILL be the most insufferable person about it
Sansa is literally no different, if not worse, than her brother.
Everything that was written above -> multiply that by 10000 in terms of spice intolerance, and you get Sansa.
She does NOT care about impressing you with improving her spice tolerance.
You could try to convince her that spicy food is better for her body and there are a ton of health benefits, but you will FAIL
You once gave her a Cubanelle pepper (About 1,000 SHU) bc the only less spicy option was a bell pepper and bell peppers are only peppers in name and not in spirit
She did not react well
She RAN đââď¸ to the well and drank the water out of the pail.
...Was it bad that you laughed at her reaction? Yes
Would you do it again? Also, yes
Was it totally worth being banned from nighttime cuddles and kisses for an entire month?...Okay, maybe you won't do it again
You could make fun of her unseasoned potatoes and closer-to-water soup all you want. She is not interested in damaging her stomach lining and developing stomach cancer.
She WILL make fun of you if you end up eating something too spicy for YOU, and you let her because you love seeing her more childish smile and side.
Slightly Dying, but Otherwise Okay and Kind of Digs It:
Jon can eat spicy foods...theoretically.
He's eaten Wilding food and the rotten food from Castle Black -> compared to that, he can take a little heat.
He was wrong - He was so very, VERY wrong. Your level of heat and spice was something that only a demon could take.
Jon was convinced that you were part dragon bc he can't think of any other reason as to how and WHY you put yourself through this?
Eventually, he DOES develop a bit of spice tolerance, and you take full credit for it, especially because this means his taste palette is more on your level. You aren't as afraid of accidentally killing him with your cooking preferences.
But it ends up lowkey backfiring on him bc you won't stop sneaking spicy food into his meals, and sometimes Tormund and his brothers in Black will sneak a bite off his plate (no one died...everyone lives...shhhhhhhhh)
Sam is dead - he died, you killed him. Gilly is officially out for your blood, and little Sam is raised with the single goal of piercing you with a pointy stick bc you killed his dad.
Pyp and Edd are also lowkey dying. Still, they actually enjoy the heat and are always happy to taste test for your dishes...despite their bowels hating them for it
Grenn and Tormund fucking LOVE the heat. They can easily down bowl after bowl after bowl of your cooking.
Bran SHOULD not eat spicy food...but he does because it makes you so happy, and he will literally do anything for your smile and cuddles.
Like his love of climbing and scary stories, he honestly lives for the thrill of taking the heat.
All of his siblings are terrified he's going to get a stomach ulcer one day because he keeps adding more spice to his food, and they are ALL blaming you, and you're just like ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
While he's traveling with Osha, Hodor, Rickon, and Reed Siblings, it's your cooking that helps keep them warm.
When he becomes the Three-Eyed Raven and King of the Seven Kingdoms, he and you will go to the kitchens to make your favorite dishes from your shared past because it brings a little of the old Bran back.
It's only around you that he can still smile and laugh, and you love him no matter what.
Love Spicy Food and Can ACTUALLY Take it
Arya LOVESSSSS the heat - All Day, Everyday Baby
While she was in Braavos and training in the House of Black and White, she sampled so many dishes and spices from the markets.
This opened a whole new world to her tastebuds, and when she returned to Winterfell - she still loved the food because it was all the food of her childhood, but it just tasted...boring.
You and her actually met while she was training in Braavos, and your family ran a spice stall in one of the markets.
You were fascinated by the girl and always offered a warm meal and housing if she ever needed it. While cooking for her, Arya would tell you stories about Ned and Jon and all her other siblings.
When she reunited with her family at Winterfell, she thought it was adorable how happy and excited you were to meet them. She also highly encouraged you to share one of your spiciest dishes with them.
Bran didn't have much of a reaction save for a small cough, but Jon immediately reached for his water while Sansa just fainted from the shock of the heat assault in her mouth.
Rickon is the only sibling who can actually eat your food and so he automatically becomes your favorite Stark after Arya.
Rickon and you met while traveling with your siblings (Meera and Jojen) to find Bran. You carried many foreign spices with you (for whatever reason).
Immediately, he was smitten with you because you were the youngest sibling around his age. Shaddydog also loved you from the beginning, which helped your case.
A lot of the spices you carried also had medicinal purposes, so you were in charge of cooking while Meera handled the weapons and Jojen helped guide Bran to the 3ER.
It was during the coldest and most freezing blizzard nights, you used one of your hottest spices to make a stew. It was a miracle by fate that Rickon LOVED it.
Since then, he's always begging you to put hotter spices in the meals, but you refuse bc your spices are expensive and because you don't want to accidentally kill the rest of the "Save The World" Gang.
Shaddydog is a huge issue when you're making food because he's very curious about all the different smells and tastes, and you have to keep booping his nose out of the way because you love adding garlic, and it's not good for canines to eat garlic and salt.
*BONUS*
Catelyn - cannot eat anything spicy for the life of her
Ned - same as his wife, tbh lol
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â Prologue: Dragonstone|| Heart of the Dragon
synopsis: a trip to Dragonstone goes a little wrong, or does it?
game of thrones x modern!reader
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"Why are we doing this during the hottest day of the year, again?" Daeron mutters, using the brochure that was given to us at the beginning of the tour as a fan.
If I could, I would've replied, but the heat was also getting to me, draining away my energy. And, on top of the scorching heat, I'd just finished the last of my water. I pursed my lips together, the line wasnât that long and Iâm sure I can buy another overpriced water bottle after we visited the caves.
The group tour guide turned back to us, just as exhausted, and somewhat bashful. He said something, but I couldn't be bothered with it as I was too focused to not tip over from the heat. It was probably something like âonly a few more minutes and weâll be outta the heat, folks,â with an awkward smile or something.
The line to the caves under the castles was stupidly long, but it's no surprise. So much history was in those caves and so many mysteries had come full circle there. And, the deeper they dug, the more they uncovered the history of the Targaryens that lived there from when Aenar Targaryen moved his entire family to Dragonstone after his daughter, Daenys âthe Dreamerâ dreamed of the Doom of Valyria.Â
"Who's idea was it to come here for our research trip?" I didn't bother looking over at him, knowing that I'd be blinded by the sun that shone directly behind his big head.
âShut up. Your voice is giving me a headache.â I quipped. âBesides, almost everything on this island is connected to the Targaryens. It might come useful when we have to write our research paper.â
The line moved up until our group was at the front of the line. A small group of students, along with Daeron and I, were on Dragonstone for our research projects. Some of the other students had decided to stay in Kings Landing or go to other parts of Westeros for their research.
Everyone was to spend a week in their respective areas and gather all the information they needed before heading back to Kings Landing to write and then later present their topics. Some chose to do it themselves whilst others, like us, decided to go with someone else.
Today was the first day of our stay on Dragonstone. Daeron and I had decided to check out the caves and the island's beaches before we would explore the labyrinth-like castle.
I rubbed the side of my head, feeling a headache approaching. My hand reached up to my necklace that rested on my chest. The chain was long enough for it to hang in the dip of my breast.
Not only did I come here for my project, but also for me. The necklace around my neck has been in my family for generations, but no one knows from where. Itâs made entirely of Valyrian Steel, which was rare back in the day, and even rarer now.
As a child, I didnât think much of it. It wasnât until I grew older and more curious that I started asking questions. First to my family, but all I got was even more confusing answers that led me nowhere. Then I turned towards the internet, scouring for hours until I had found it.
On the official Dragonstone website, I found pictures of the caves under the castle and possibly under the entire island. On one of the walls was a crude hand drawing of my necklace. Two dragons around a sword with a ruby in the middle âthough, the ruby was replaced with a red dot. Regardless, the cave painting matched.Â
The line moved up and Daeron gently pushed me up while I was lost in my thoughts. âYou good?â He asks. I nod, âYeah. The heatâs just a lot.â He gives an understanding look. Once the tour guide is given the green light, he begins to lead up to the entrance of the cave.
"Ready?" Daeron asks. I nodded and we begin walking. Once we entered the cave, my jaw was on the floor. I had seen pictures of the caves, but seeing it in real life was far more beautiful.
The deeper we got we could see the cave paintings done by the Children of the Forest which Daenerys and Jon had found. As the guide droned on about the cave paintings, I could feel my headache intensify. Why was it so hot in here?Â
The deeper and deeper we went into the caves, the worse it got. My chest started to feel heavy. I struggled to put one foot in front of the other. The back of my throat burned and I felt like throwing up, but I pushed forward.Â
My eyes raked the the cave walls, Where was it? Finally, I was able to see it. The markings were next to a few unknown ones. A sign with some information was hung up next to it. Despite my head pounding I was still able to read the bold words.Â
Unknown markings made by who researchers believe are the Targaryens. The paint used seemed to be as old as when Aenar Targaryen moved his family to Dragonstone.
By the time I finished reading, I could feel my head pounding so loudly in my ear. It felt like an ice pick was being hammered into the side of my head. I could hear muffled voices call out, but to who I didnât know. The room started to spin and a ringing sound filled my ears.
A hand, most likely Derons, reached out and turned me around. I could see his mouth moving, but no words coming out. My chest felt like it was overheating while my head continued to throb. Everything turned blurry and then it went black.
When I woke up, I was still in the cave. The cold stone floor had helped with bringing my body temperature down. And, my head didn't hurt anymore. After getting up, I looked around the cave. It was darker, and quiet.
Where was everyone?
Carefully, I made my way out of the cave. It was harder to walk out of the cave and the spotlights that were on the walls werenât on. Once I was outside I was met with the night sky.
All the tents and other buildings around the beach were gone, as if they'd never been there.
Okay, this is weird.
"Hello?" My voice came out horse like I hadnât spoken in a long time. "Hello? Is anyone there? Daeron?"Â
My feet moved on their own and I tried to find someone, anyone. But there was no one. How could a populated area with tents and buildings disappear within hours?
Retracing my steps, I found the stairs that would lead me back to the Help Center that were posted around for lost tourists, but like the beach, there was nothing. Matter a fact, even the lamppost that were posted into the ground, the banners, the signs âeverything was gone.
"What the actual fuck?" Panic creeped up and I could feel my heart thumping in my ears. "Gods, If this is some kinda sick fucking joke..."
At this point, I was running towards the castle. For what? I didn't know, but surely there had to be something there. The grand doors seemed to be closed so I tried to find another way in. I guess you could say I found something like a side door that took a little force to open.Â
The inside of the castle was grand. High walls, banners held high, candles and lamps lit all around. Truly, it was amazing. As I was gawking at the architecture I failed to notice unknown voices walking towards me.Â
âHalt!â Two unknown men dressed in what looked like armor cornered me, pointing their spears at me. âState your name! Who are you?âÂ
I stuttered out my name, raising my hands up so they could see I wasnât a threat. âIâm not going to do anything, I swear.âÂ
The two men shared a look and a few hushed words before one of them walked over to me, grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me along.Â
âOw!â I tried to pull back, but his grip was too strong. âWhat the fuck dude. I said I wasnât a threat.â
âKhaleesi will decide if you are or are not a threat.â The man who wasnât holding onto me said.Â
Khaleesi? What Khaleesi?
âOh please donât tell me I just walked into those real-life roleplaying things.â I groaned, earning side eyes from both of the men.Â
They led me down a series of hall ways, each one intricate as the other until we stood outside of a set of polished stone double doors. Another pair of men dressed just like the cosplayers that brought me here stood in front of the doors. Without having to say any words they opened the grand doors.Â
Slowly, I could see the inside being revealed.Â
There, on the elevated platform stood the Throne of Dragonstone, where all the Targaryen heirs of the Iron Throne sat as they took the title âPrince of Dragonstone.â A light push brought me back as I was dragged closer to the throne.Â
âKhaleesi,â the guard called out. Before I could ask who they were speaking to, an unknown voice answered.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
Light footsteps were heard from behind a wall and a woman emerged from behind it. Except it wasnât just any woman. Even a child would know who she was. Everyone around the world knows her.Â
She was Daenerys Targaryen.Â
Mother of Dragons.Â
The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea.
The Unburnt.
The Breaker of Chains.Â
I could feel time slow down as I watched her walk over to the throne and sit down. My blood turned cold as she sat in front of me.Â
No.
No.
Sheâs dead.
This canât be happening.
Itâs not possible.
Itâs not. I have better chances of reviving dragons than traveling back in time-
âWhat is this?â Daenerys eyed me, confused at my appearance and why I was even here before looking at the two men.Â
âWe found this unknown woman wandering around the castle, Your Grace.âÂ
She eyed me, as if wanting me to plead my case, but the words died in my throat. Why wouldnât they when Daenerys fucking Targaryen was right in front of me. A million thoughts ran through my head, but I couldnât rack my brain to find one answer.Â
Daenerys squinted before speaking again, this time directly towards me. âWho are you?â The High Valyrian rolled easily off of her tongue like a true Targaryen. Those three words held so much power and conviction, like a true Queen.
âY/n Vellarys!âŚâ I rushed to reply in Valyrian.Â
âYou speak good Valyrian.â She praises, but it's quickly pushed away. âBut that doesnât explain what you are doing here.â
What should I do? I bit my bottom lip as nervousness filled my body.Â
Knowing that if I lie, Iâll be fileted, I took a deep breath before responding. âI don't know. I.. I,â I paused, not knowing if I should continue. If this was real then I only wanted her to know, âCan we be alone.. please?âÂ
The two men besides me visibly tense up, but donât speak up. Daenerys looks down at us, seemingly in thought before she nodded. The two men bow before turning around to leave. The double doors closed with a loud thud.Â
âWeâre alone now, you may continue.âÂ
I nervously swallowed. Here we go. âThis might sound weird, but.. I donât know how I got here. I.. I woke up in the caves under the castle⌠alone.â
Daenerysâ face stayed neutral as I relayed the information. She seemed to take some time to process what I had just said. âDo you think Iâm a fool?âÂ
I could feel my heart fall all the way down. Fuck.
âYou woke up in the caves alone?â She repeats. âNot even a child would come up with such a stupid story like this.â
âN-n-no, Daener- I mean, Your Grace. I swear to the Gods that Iâm telling the truth. I have no reason to lie to you. Especially when you could get rid of me with your dragons in a second.â
She seemed to mull over my words, as if weighing her options. âAlright, let's say youâre telling the truth. Your story still doesnât make sense. How do you just âwake upâ in a cave?âÂ
Now or never, I guess.Â
âActually,â I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. âIâm not from here. I come from-â The future. Fucking hell, how clichĂŠ. â-I come from a different⌠time.âÂ
Daenerys squinted and I could see the clogs in her brain moving. âYou mean youâre from the future?âÂ
Jeez. Ripped the bandage right off.Â
âWell âuh, yes,â I say. âI was touring the caves and then I âI fell unconscious or something, I still donât know, I just know that when I woke up I ended up here.âÂ
I let out a frustrated sigh. What if this was just a dream and that all of this is just my imagination running wild.Â
âThat necklace.âÂ
Huh? What is she talking about?Â
 I looked up, confused. âWhat?âÂ
She pointed towards my chest. I looked down and I could see my necklace was out. âWhat about it?â I asked.
âWhere did you get it?âÂ
âItâs mine.â I replied. âItâs been in my family for generations. Why?âÂ
Now it was Daenerysâ turn to look a little nervous.Â
âIâve seen it in my dream.â
âYour dream? Like, one of those Dragon Dreams?â I ask. She gives a nod, âWhile we were sailing to Dragonstone I had a dream of a woman with silver hair and that necklace. Because I couldnât see her face, I thought it was me. Iâve turned the treasury over looking for them; however, it seems that I dreamt of you.â
Ho-ly Fuck. Daenerysâ dreamt about me. What the hell. Iâm about to throw up.Â
âWhat?â Now it was my time to be skeptical of what was being said. âYou dreamt about me and my necklace?â
She nodded. âIt seems odd, but a Dragon Dream has never been wrong.â
âTure, but that still leaves a lot of blanks.â My hand subconsciously went up to hold my necklace while I tried to think back.Â
The deeper I walked into the cave the more my head started to hurt, but that was most likely because of dehydration⌠probably. But then there was a burning feeling on my chest when I looked at the symbol on the wall that matched my necklace and the burning feeling got even more intense and it felt like it was about to burn my skin-
âFuck.â I groaned, letting go of the necklace. The outburst made Daenerys frown, âAre you alright?â
I looked down at my hands and at my necklace before looking into her eyes. âI think my necklace tried to burn me, like last time.âÂ
âLast time?â She frowned. âHow can a necklace burn someone?â
âI donât know. It happened before I passed out in the cave.â I let out a sigh. âGods, what is going on.âÂ
âIt seems that this was the God's doing,â Daenerys says, as if it was a fact. âTheyâve brought you here.âÂ
âThe Gods?â I repeat. Sure, in some sense they did bring me here. âBut why?âÂ
âThat may be something for you to find out.â Daenerys stood from the throne, walking down the steps until she was right in front of me. âI was lost once, but then the Gods gifted me my children to show me my true purpose.âÂ
âThe Iron Throne.â I thought back to my history classes where I learned that for the fight for the Iron Throne, Daenerys lost her life as she fell into what historians said was âTargaryen Madness,â but Iâve always felt that thereâs more to it.Â
âItâs late, Iâll have the servants bring you to a spare room for you to rest in for the night.â As if on cue, the guards from before stepped up to us. âWe can talk further tomorrow morning.â
Daenerys turned to leave from where she came from. The guards bowed as she left. Once she was gone they brought me to a spare room somewhere in the castle, this time without having to pull me around.Â
The hallways were nearly empty, meaning there werenât a lot of people living here or servants working in the castle. The most Iâd seen was guards posted around. Once we were in front of two thick double doors the guards stepped back waiting for me to open them.Â
It took a little force to open the door, but once I was inside, my jaw was on the floor. Despite everything being made of stone, the walls were covered in rich tapestry. There was a giant bed with lavish looking furs laid atop the bed and maroon bed sheets.Â
Behind me, a servant walked in with a few sets of clothes and laid them on the bed. âWeâve prepared you some clothes,â she said. âWould you like to change now or take a bath?âÂ
As if on cue, I could feel how dirty I was since I was practically on the cave floors for Gods knows how long.Â
âA bath would be fine, thank you,â I replied. It honestly felt weird watching servants work. Not that it was bad, just the fact that in the modern day you donât have them. Sure maybe someone who cleans your home or makes you food, but servants?
Once they had pulled out the massive tub and manually poured in the hot water they led me to the tub. One of their hands went up to my shirt's edge and the other to my pants.Â
âW-wait!â They all looked at me confused.Â
âIs everything alright, My Lady?â One of the servants asked.Â
No itâs not. Youâre taking my clothes off. And sure, itâs your job to do practically everything for a highborn, but that ainât me.Â
âUh, thereâs no need for⌠all of this. I can do it myself.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Another girl asked. âItâs our duty to serve you.âÂ
âYeah, Iâm pretty sure.â I replied awkwardly. âJust not really used to all of⌠this. Um, anyways I can take it from here. You guys can goâŚâÂ
I internally cringed at my words. Gods, I sounded like an idiot, but could you blame me?Â
The girls reluctantly agreed, leaving me alone in the room. Once they were gone I let out a sigh and began to undress myself. The water was hot, but it was fine since I practically liked showering in lava every morning.Â
Settling into the tub I finally relaxed. This entire thing was just so⌠bizarre. At first, I thought it was some sort of dream, but that searing pain I felt wasnât something I could just imagine.Â
My necklace burned me.Â
And it burned me when I first saw the markings on the cave walls. I looked down at my chest and hand, but saw nothing.Â
Okay, weird.Â
That aside, why was I even brought here? Why me? What do I have that made me so special that I had to be flung into this era of time?
âThink, y/n, think,â I muttered to myself. The dream. Daenerysâ dream about the necklace. But wait, no history books said anything about her having a dragon dream. Could this maybe be connected? Â
For the next hour, I mulled over my options while I soaked in the tub that had turned lukewarm. Having enough, I got up and grabbed the towels that the servants had thankfully set close for me.Â
The clothes that they had laid out for me were a bunch of nightgowns. Thankfully, they were my size. I decided to wear a simple white nightgown.Â
Laying under the mountain of covers and blankets, I finally let myself completely relax, falling asleep. Hopefully tomorrowâs discussions can help this situation get better or at least easier.Â
I woke up to the sun glaring down into my face. Groaning, I turned to my side, hoping to get some more sleep. But the damage was done.Â
I could hear light shuffling in the room and things being moved around. When I opened my eyes, I was nearly flash-banged. All the windows (that are floor to ceiling length) were opened and the curtains were drawn back.Â
A few servants from last night and a few new faces worked around the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes, catching the attention of one of the girls.Â
âGood morning, My Lady. Did you sleep well?âÂ
âMorning,â my voice came out a little low and rough. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âWeâre getting you ready for the day,â the girl replies, matter of factly. âYou will be having your morning meal with the Queen. Weâve already drawn you a fresh new bath and arranged a new set of clothes.âÂ
I looked at where the tub was last night, nothing that was gone, along with my clothes.Â
âWhere are my clothes?â I asked.Â
âWeâve sent them to get washed,â the servant replied. âMy Lady, if i mayâŚâÂ
I nodded for her to go on. âWeâve never seen such clothes like yours before. They remind us of what the men wear however, yours are a bit more.. different.âÂ
âOh, that. Theyâre just something that I made.â I lied. Thinking back to last night, Iâm confused I didnât get as many weird looks as I should have wearing my jeans and shirt. It's not really the typical Westerosi fashion for this time.Â
âThe bath is ready.â Another girl says.Â
Reluctantly, I got out of bed, following them to another room adjacent to this one. The room was a massive bathroom that could function as a bathhouse.Â
There was a massive tub nestled into the floor. The windows were also huge but a little higher up, letting in some natural light. I could tell the water was hot just by how much it was steaming.Â
Carefully, the servants began to undress me. They led me into the water and began adding what I can only assume are oils and salts. Truthfully, it felt like I was at some fancy spa with how they washed my body and hair.Â
Once that was done, they helped me into a beautiful white dress with a dark teal and gold design. I felt like a model wearing such a beautiful dress. I let my hair down, not wanting it in any style (or knowing any styles of this period).Â
A servant walked me to the dining room where Daenerys was waiting for me. She wore a light blue dress with her hair braided and her three headed dragon pin. Â
âGood Morning,â she greeted.Â
âMorning uh, Your grace.â I replied. âSorry, Iâve never called anyone âyour graceâ before.âÂ
She brushed it off, motioning for me to take a seat next to her at the table where the food was already prepared.Â
âHow did you sleep?â She asks, beginning to eat.Â
âFine, surprisingly.â I reached down to grab a fork for my food. âHow about you?âÂ
Was I really making small talk with Daenerys Targaryen?Â
âMine as well,â she smiled. âI was hoping we could talk a little before I had to go meet my small council.âÂ
âOkay, what did you want to talk about?â I wanted to smack myself. Every time I spoke it was full of nerves and anxiety.Â
âLetâs start with you. Your name and where youâre from.â Daenerys says confidently. âJudging by your looks, youâre of Valyrian descent.â She says, eyeing my silver hair.Â
âYes,â I nodded. âMy family moved from Volantis to the Eyrie. My family is known to be of the Old Blood in Volantis.âÂ
âThe Old Blood?â Daenerys says, surprised.Â
The Old Blood are a group of people in Volantis that have proven to be the last remaining families of Valyria. They live in a perched area of the city that only they can walk. All the families in that area still continue their Valyrian traditions and practices, just minus the dragons.Â
I nodded, âMy father is the youngest of four sons, so he thought âwhy not move to westeros and start something there?â knowing that he wouldnât have to really carry on the family name.âÂ
âAnd your family name is Vellarys?â She recalled from last night.Â
âYes. Weâre known for our jewelry making in Volantis. Thatâs why my father moved to Westeros, to open a shop there without having to take over the business and stress like his older brother.
âAs for myself, I have two older brothers. One is working to be a doctor,â Daenerys frowned at that, confused, âuh, itâs like a Maester. The other is helping my father run the shop.âÂ
âAnd what about yourself?âÂ
âIâm in school. I go to the University of Kings Landing.âÂ
âThe.. University of⌠Kings Landing?âÂ
âWell, after the monarchy was sorta let go, they turned certain parts of the Red Keep and other castles into Universites -places to go for higher studies, like the.. Citadel for example.âÂ
Daenerys nods, understanding some of it.Â
âI study the era of The Game of Thrones as well as Targaryen History.âÂ
âThe Game of Thrones?â She repeats. âWhat is that?âÂ
âItâs, uh, what we call this time period. It ranged from the death of King Robert to,â the death of Daenerys Targaryen, âto now, and a little later. We look into how the events after Robertâs death played out and how people fought for the Iron Throne.âÂ
âLike a game.â She says.Â
I nodded. âYes, like a game. Thereâs this quote that Cersie Lannister said to Ned Stark that summed it up, âWhen you play the game of thrones, You win or you die,â.â
âI see,â Daenerys looks down at her plate in thought. âAnd what about me?âÂ
Oh fuck.Â
âWhat about you?â I say, acting innocent.Â
âWhat happened to me?âÂ
I purse my lips together. Should I say it? I mean, itâs a good segway to what I want to really say⌠if this part goes well.Â
âYouâŚâ I nervously swallowed. âYou die⌠before you could even claim the throne.âÂ
The fork in her hand hits the ceramic plate with a loud clunk.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Nervously, I looked into her. âYou were killed⌠after you burned Kings Landing to ashes.âÂ
She frowned. âYou're lying. I would never do such a thing. Me? Burning down Kings Landing?Â
And the Red Keep, but Iâll keep that to myself.Â
âIâm not lying, Daenerys. After you died, Drogon picked you up and flew you away. We still havenât found your or his body.âÂ
Daenerys' hands started to shake at the information I had just thrown at her. Carefully, I placed mine over hers.Â
âDaenerys,â I said softly. âBreath. Youâre fine, nothing has happened so far.âÂ
Slowly, I could feel her hands stop shaking and her breathing seemed to steady.Â
âWhat do you mean so far?âÂ
I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze although, I canât tell if it was for me or her.Â
âMeaning, I can help you.âÂ
She looks at me, puzzled.Â
âDaenerys, I can help you take the Iron Throne.âÂ
okayyyy so it's finally here after many rewrites. let me know if you guys liked the first person POV. its my first time writing it like this, typically i do second POV. more to come in later chapters. also, i will be changing a few things, nothing major. one personal head cannon that i have is that jon isn't really named aegon, but jaehaerys. makes a lil more sense in my brain. also, i'll maybe be using some info from the books. and if you guys have any suggestions with y/n's character and other stuff please feel free to let me know. don't worry there will be more story and character development in the coming chapters.
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When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.
I made a playlist for House Stark, please check it out!
The North Remembers
We Know No King But The King In The North Whose Name Is Stark...
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Queen in the North
sansa stark x fem reader
Summary: Sansa is titled queen in the North. After too much wine during the celebrations you discover no man has ever treated her properly in the bed chambers so you do your best to serve and worship your new queen.
Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! wlw, smutttt, fluff, alcohol consumption, some spoilers
word count: 2171
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âCongratulations, my queen.â You curtsy and smile wide to Sansa as people continue to gather for the celebration.
âThank you, (y/n).â She gives a soft smile back.
âYou look radiant tonight, the crown becomes you.â
âThank you, you as well.â She replies. âI meant- the crown doesnât become you- I meant you look radiant as well⌠Not that a crown wouldnât become you! I believe you would look quite good in one.â She flusters.
âThank you, my queen.â You giggle at her stuttering.
She gestures you to sit beside her. You chat and drink at the table with her and the others enjoying the feast. You couldnât help but admire Sansaâs features from the side. She had the most beautiful face, her eyes, her pale face, her prominent nose, the way she smiled when she laughed, and her lipsâŚ
Sansaâs leg brushes yours and you canât decide if that was causing the heat in your cheeks or if it was all the wine you had consumed, perhaps both.
As the hour becomes late most people head to bed. You say goodnight to the gentlemen leaving your table. Soon you and Sansa are left alone at the table while a few other drunks still hang about on the other side of the room.
âSoâŚâ You turn to Sansa. âNow that youâre queen I assume you will be looking to marry soon?â
âI am in no rush.â She chuckles. âIâve not had the best luck with husbands.â
âSo Iâve heardâŚâ you place your hand gently on hers. âIâm sorry for everything that has happened.â
âSo am IâŚâ she says quietly and puts her other hand over yours. âHowever, Iâm not sure if I would be the woman I am today had those things not happened.â
You nod and she gives your hand a gentle squeeze before removing it. You reluctantly let go of her other hand and place it back in your lap.
âAnd you?â Sansa asks.
âWhat about me?â
âWill you be searching for a husband soon? I am sure you are eager to start a family.â
You let out a laugh that causes a snort.
âPardon me, your graceâŚâ you say a little embarrassed by your laugh. âNo⌠I have not found a man suitable enough for me.â
âIt appears we have that in common.â She says lowly with a slight smirk.
âForgive me for being forwardâŚâ You begin. âBut were you able get any sort of pleasure from them?â
âLord Tyrion and I never consummated, he was respectful. Which oddly enough, he likely would have been the only one to give me true⌠pleasure.â She becomes shy with the last word.
âAs for Ramsay⌠well. What he lacked in pleasure he provided in pain.â She continued, looking down as her mind drifted.
âIâm sorryâŚâ You say quietly.
She shakes away the awful memories and meets your eyes.
âNo matter, it is all in the past.â She says reassuringly.
âCheers to that.â You say holding out your goblet.
She smirks and clinks her cup with yours and you both take a drink. Theres a calm moment of silence just enjoying each otherâs presence. You both hold your smiles and make shy glances at each other. Youâd meet her eyes making her blush and look away. Then youâd look away and notice her glance back at you until youâd met her eyes again which caused you to then blush and look away. Sansa looks away again with a smirk and takes a sip of wine.
âI should slow down.â She puts her goblet on the table, breaking the silence. âOtherwise I may not be able to get up from this table.â She laughs.
âI would be happy to assist you my queen.â You smile as you stand up and hold your hand out to her.
âWhy thank you, my lady.â She says in a jokingly polite voice.
She takes your hand and pulls herself to a stand before nearly toppling over. You catch her arm and she steadies her balance again.
âI appear to be more intoxicated than I had thought.â She jokes. âI think you may need to help me back to my chambers.â
âI am at your command, my queen.â You smirk and give a small bow before holding your arm out for her to take.
She takes ahold of your arm and you walk down the halls to her chambers. Youâre not sure why the air feels tense. Maybe it was the way her hand gently held onto your arm or how ethereal she looked in the dark candlelight. You wondered if she felt it too. You look to Sansa and she simply smiles at you. You give a soft smile back, then turn away hiding your blush.
Once you arrive at the door to her chambers she lets go of your arm and turns to you with her hands folded together in front of her.
âWell, thank you my lady for escorting me.â She gives a polite smile.
âOf course, my queen.â You curtsy.
âAnd thank you for being the best drinking companion. Iâve not been this happy and content in a long time.â She reaches out and lightly takes your fingers into hers causing your breath to catch.
âYou deserve nothing but happiness my queenâŚâ Your voice comes out as a whisper.
She gives you a soft smile and takes a step closer to you, still holding your fingers. You notice her glance to your lips before meeting your gaze again with an intense look in her eyes. She hesitantly leans in at an excruciatingly slow pace as her eyes search yours for any sign you donât want this. Once her lips are merely a breath away and your noses brush you close the gap and press your lips to hers, assuring her you definitely want this, you definitely want her.
Her hesitation instantly fades and she kisses you back passionately as your fingers intertwine. You sigh as you taste the sweet wine on her tongue. She moves her other hand to your waist to pull you closer against her. Your other hand caresses along her cheek and jawline. Your tongues continue to slowly and softly dance together. The kiss is gentle and fierce at the same time. She eventually pulls away and you see a soft smirk lingering on her lips.
âWould you like to come in?â She says lowly.
You nod your head a little too quickly, making her chuckle. She keeps her hand in yours as she leads you into her chambers. You look around at the room as she closes and bolts the door shut behind you. She walks over to a small table and gently places down the crown from her head. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and feel your palms sweat from the nerves.
Sansa comes back over to you and you awkwardly look at each other, neither of you sure what to do next. You gather all of your courage and take her face in your hands and pull her into another passionate kiss. This kiss is hungrier and more heated than the last. You shiver as her fingers lightly brush down your neck to your collarbone, before they make their way to pull the strings of your dress. You follow her lead shoving the cloak off her shoulders before beginning to pull at her dress. Your lips never part as you both fumble with the strings of each otherâs dresses.
After a frustrating minute of jumbled fingers you break the kiss and giggle to each other as you both unlace your own strings. Once theyâre loose enough Sansa reaches out and slowly pushes your dress off your shoulders. Her gentle fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. You blush as her eyes look up and down your exposed body. Nervously you move your hands to her shoulders, pushing her gown to the floor. You gulp hard as your eyes scan her beautiful figure. Your eyes fill with lust as you look at her like an animal ready to pounce.
You lean into one another, lips meeting again. You hold each other close as your naked bodies press together. You feel sparks shoot throughout your body when your sensitive nipples brush against hers. Sansa keeps your body pressed to hers as you move towards the bed.
Once youâre both laying in the bed something in you snaps. You kiss her again hard before moving your lips along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone. Youâre both surprised by your sudden boldness. Your hand moves to massage her breast as you lean down and take the other in your mouth causing her to gasp. You graze your teeth on her nipple before soothing the tender spot with your tongue. You continue to kiss down her body, lower and lower.
âWhat are you doing?â Sansa says in a breathy whisper.
âWorshipping you the way you deserve, my queen.â You mumble, continuing to kiss down her skin.
You move further down to kiss the inside of her thigh making her jump. You lift your head to look at her.
âUnless you want me to stopâŚ?â You say with a hint of disappointment in your voice.
âNo.â She quickly says staring down into your eyes with a heated look.
You smirk and lean back down kissing and nipping slowly up her inner thigh. You hear her breath quicken as you get closer to where she needs you most. She gasps loudly when you give a tentative lick up her wet core. You smirk again before latching your lips to her clit causing her hands to reach into your hair. The taste of her makes you dizzy. You have never done anything like this before but you do your best to work your tongue on her. The sounds of her soft cries and desperate moans are like the sweetest song youâve ever heard. You continue testing what pleases her. When your tongue dips into her hole she groans loudly. You do it again and she moans again grabbing harder onto your hair.
With her encouraging moans you begin to tease your finger around her hole before pushing it slowly inside, your gaze fixed on her as you watch her face contort in pleasure. Her moans become less contained as you slowly move your finger in and out as you continue to work your tongue on her clit. You add a second finger and her hands move from your hair to tightly grasp the pillow under her head as she pants harder between moans. Her legs begin to shake and you pump your fingers faster knowing she must be close. She gasps your name. You moan against her in response, the vibrations finally pushes her over the edge. Her thighs squeeze tightly around your head but you still clearly hear her long loud final moan ring in your ears.
Her body and legs relax and you crawl back up the bed to lay beside her. She pants heavily for a moment before turning her face to you. She smiles before leaning forward and capturing you in a quick kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.
âYou areâŚâ She holds your face in her hands and looks deep into your eyes as she struggles to find the right word. ââŚextraordinary.â She breathes.
You canât help but smile as you hold her intense gaze.
âThank you⌠my queen.â You whisper the last part.
âI would like to try...â She says sitting up and placing a soft kiss to your stomach.
You smirk and nod as she copies your previous actions kissing all the way down your body and then slowly up your thigh. With much less hesitation than you had, she dives right in. She spends no time working you up and slipping her fingers in. Her other hand reaches up to grab at your breasts. You hit your own peak much faster as she devours you like itâs her last meal. Her fingers curl inside you and that causes your sight to go black. Stars begin to fill your vision as you cry out from the intensity washing over you.
You feel her come to lay back beside you as you regain consciousness and steady your breathing. When you turn your head to her sheâs smirking shyly at you.
âWell?â She asks.
âExtraordinary.â You breathe out.
She smiles and leans in to give you a chaste kiss but you put your hand around her neck to pull her closer and dip your tongue into her mouth. Her mouth tastes sweet and tangy from the wine mixed with your essence. You reluctantly pull away to breathe and lay back on the pillow. Your eyes meet again and you both laugh softly. You lightly brush her red hair from her face. She leans into your touch and sighs.
âWill you stay with me tonight?â She says hopefully.
âOf course, my queen.â Your soft smile turns into a mischievous smirk. âI plan to worship you again in the morning.â
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House Stark (Platonic) Yandere HCS:Â
Characters-Ned, Benjen (Mention), Catelyn, Jon, Robb, Rickon, Bran, Sansa, AryaÂ
Catelyn held her breath when the rumors reached her ears. Her husband once again brought a child to Winterfell. Her mind goes to Jon. She would not be able to stand having another bastard living under the same roof. To her relief, Ned brought the small child in so that he found her all alone, possibly abandoned and couldnât leave her there, seeing that she wonât survive on her own.Â
That being said, Catelyn found herself growing fond of you. She could not let you go, and it warmed her heart to see you smile. She would dismiss many of her duties just to spend all the time with you. Ensuring you were well fed and dressed, handing you to the septa to start teaching you how to read and write. It wasnât long before Cat started to refer to you as her own.Â
It certainly was a surprise to Ned. He simply wanted to provide you a haven in Winterfell, not knowing it would be his own castle. Ned voiced to Cat how she shouldnât be so attached to you. Your biological parents may be somewhere for all they know. It also bothered him how Cat would imply that you were their child, yet Ned finds himself a hypocrite when he grows attached to you as well.Â
Ned was fond of daughters and that was seen in you too. He couldnât help the swelling of his heart. Ned loved to have you on his side, giving you a small smile whenever you would look up at him. Also, starting to have some of his trusted guards follow you around in fear for your safety. When you once accidentally referred to him as âfatherâ Ned knew there was no going back, finally seeing you as his own.Â
Robb quickly grew fond of you. He already accepted Jon as his brother and with you itâs no different. More so with how close in age you both are. As your big brother, he found it his duty to protect you. Getting into fights with any boy who messes or flirts with you. Robb also loves to tease you, but as said, will let no one else do so.Â
Sansa looks up to you as her older sister. She craves your attention and approval, showing you the clothes she sewed or the songs she learned. A huge smile on her face when you praise her. Sansa constantly makes excuses for you to spend more time with her. Such as her purposely messing her hair for you to brush it for her.Â
Arya also wants your attention. She can be quite demanding, much more forward than the rest of her family. Pulling you by the hand to follow her. Arya has a habit of running to you and leaping into your arms. Out of everyone, she listens to you the most. Similar to Sansa, she shows you some of the moves she âlearnedâ or guides you to the places she found.Â
Bran can get quite sneaky in getting your attention. There is him obviously wanting to show you his climbing skills. Watching him as you remain on the ground, reminding him to be careful. More than once, he sneaked into your chambers through your window and you scold him every time. Bran likes when you would read him stories or ruffle his hair.Â
Rickon is perhaps the clingiest and needy out of all the children. As the baby of the family, he expects to receive your most affection and attention. He does get easily upset when he must separate from you. Rickon loves to follow you around the castle, his hands clutched to your dress.Â
Lastly comes Jon. At first, he envied you. Watching Cat accept you in the family and treat you as her own. But Jon eventually began to become fond of you. As you are nice to him, treating him like he was a part of the family, like he was your brother. He becomes protective of you and eager to do whatever you ask of him just to please you.Â
Jon also notices how Cat is starting to be a little nicer to him. Realizing sheâs only doing it with you around. As you hate seeing Jon being treated badly. Jon soon finds in a lot of feasts and events that normally he wouldnât be allowed to attend to with his legitimacy and all. If anything, this act of kindness drew Jon closer to you against Catâs wishes.Â
You are doted upon by your parents. Whatever books or furs you wish for are gifted with not much hesitance. The servants are instructed to fulfill every one of your whims and desires. You also have your siblings who will gladly do whatever you ask them to do and silently compete with one another in which gift you will love the most.Â
The most who compete with one another are Sansa and Arya. Either one comes to complain about the other. Such as when Sansa whines that Arya pranked her to which then Arya argues that Sansa laughed at her with friends. You are stuck in the middle, where either sister forces you to choose a side.Â
Robb and Jon follow right after, but the two are more subtle and can find a middle ground. With Jon, there has to be a lot of reassurance that you donât care for Robb more as he feels that doesnât deserve you. Rickon and Bran also compete with each other, which is solved by each clinging to your either side.
As mentioned Ned and Cat spoil you, which makes it hard for you to get in trouble. Ned tries to be stern, but your tears make him feel as if his heart will shatter into a million pieces. Cat doesnât even try. In her eyes, you always be her little baby no matter how grown and that you could do no wrong.Â
The whole family is fiercely protective of you. Panic spreads through the family if you ever get hurt or someone makes you cry to which the Starks will reveal their claws to whoever did this. Even a small cut on your finger is enough to have Cat and Sansa tend to it as itâs a life-threatening injury. Ned is basically the only voice of reason, but even he is deeply upset by this.
Any topic of any possible betrothals is shut down. As much as Ned is fiercely protective of you, he could allow you to marry someone who will be kind and treat you with gentleness. But the worry lies with the rest of his family. Cat, Arya, Robb, and Jon hold you close. They donât trust anyone to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Sansa, Rickon, and Bran are terrified of the person taking you away from them.Â
Benjen when he comes to visit Winterfell is happy to see you. He tries to gift you anything that he finds during his travels. When you were younger, he loved throwing you up high to the worry of Ned and Cat. Even now, there is a playfulness to him, loving to hear the sound of your laughter.Â
When the family stumbled upon the direwolves. They were all so excited to show them to you. The direwolves similar to their owners have grown attached to you. If they were not following any of the Starks' children, they were found with you. It made Cat a little nervous, but Ned assures that it was a good sign. Shaggydog and Ghost are the most clingy, their noses pressed to yours as they demand you to pet them.Â
The Starks are some of the most loving families. Each one of them cares for you deeply. In how they make sure you are the most comfortable and happy. In how they will shield you from whatever may come. In never making you forget how much you mean to them.
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What types my favourite Game Of Thrones characters would fall for
Includes Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Oberyn Martell, Margaery Tyrell, Brienne Of Tarth, Daenerys Targaryen, and Tormund Giantsbane
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Robb Stark:
Robin Stark is 100% the person to fall for personality rather than looks. And something he has always admired, is someone with a creative mind. In the North, there is a lot of pessimism and realism. There isnât much room for glee, daydreaming and imagination. So when he first meets you in one of the garden, writing away in your own notebook filled with words of your own worlds and thoughts, he is intrigued. Of course, you are adamant about talking about your work, let alone show it. But Robb is patient. He spends every single day talking to you, entertaining you and even accompanying you on walks. This man is completely gone for you. So, when you ultimately decide to give him a sneak peek, his entire face lights up. And your writing? Itâs insane. He needs a library filled with your books right now. He is constantly asking about new ideas, even offering some, though theyâre usually a tad bitâŚ.dark. But he tries! Will absolutely brag about it to others. He knows you donât like to show everyone, but he will definitely let others know that his significant other can write. Donât ever shut up about your ideas and prompts. This man wants to hear all of them. Every single one, even the late night cold sweat dream ones.
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Sansa Stark:
Sansa can be rough around the edges. And who is to blame her after all sheâs been dragged through? She needs someone who will look at things the kinder way, yet be decisive. Someone who can make interest out of the best of their heart. Sansa deals with issues from a neutral perspective, unless it is something close to her. But she can use a compassionate look at things. Then, all the same, she needs a supporting shoulder constantly. Someone who is able to slightly alter her decisions, but still let her do the main thing. If she wishes to have someone punished, they will. But all in good due. When the sun sets, she can let her guard down and rant about all the issues on her mind. She needs a confidential person for that, and who better than you? A comforting hand, a loving embrace, a gentle kiss. A good nice rest in the arms of those she loves most.
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Jon Snow:
Jon has humour. He does. Itâs hidden, but he does. And we saw how he was with Ygritte. Make him laugh in any way, and his heart can - and will - skip a beat. Whether it is because you are clumsy, childish, mischievous, or simply hilarious. He adores you. Something like you in the North is rare, and he plans on treasuring it for as long as he can. And when there is a day you wonât be laughing or trying to make others laugh, he grows concerned so quickly. Itâs all fun and jokes until you stop laughing. All over you, constantly. Hiding you under his robe, standing in front of you the entire time, shooting you reassuring glances and smiles, reaching for your arm often to check if youâre still there. He does it. Itâs those little gestures that grow so endearing, that you cannot help but smile at him. And thatâs honestly all he needs.
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Oberyn Martell:
Give him a charismatic partner. Someone who teases him back twice as hard, returns his pick up lines and messes with him from time to time. Play around with him and tug on his heart strings just a little too tight. He loves it. Playful smiles, far-off winking, stares at each other from the other side of the room. He was taken with you when your eyes first met his. He immediately knew there was this something about you. Heâll introduce you to others constantly, even if you are not around. You donât know he does this, but he is so enamoured with you, he wants to announce it to everyone, even though that might not always be as clever. Youâre being under protection the entire time, even from a distance. He has to make sure you are safe, constantly. If something were to happen to you, heâd never forgive himself.
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Margaery Tyrell:
Margaery is a very artistic person. She grow up with artists all around her, and though she is somewhat skilled herself, this doesnât mean she doesnât admire the others. Youâd have met in her home castle, working on one of your pieces when she simply walks in. Initially, she had the rooms mixed up, but she remained once she found your projects. She was a princess: you couldnât tell her to get out. Of a room. Of a palace. Which her family owns. She starts taking immediately, apologising for entering the wrong room, but then moving on to your works decorating the walls. It is a whole different technique than she is used to, and it is somewhat entrancing. Sheâll ask for inspiration, motivation and all those things, genuinely curious about your manner of working. From that day, she shows up twice a day, once with lunch, once without anything. Those talks made her fall for you at first; not your art, not your looks - though that was a win -, but you passion about your hobbies and career. And seeing you so motivated about her, awes her so much.
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Brienne Of Tarth:
BIG STRONG WOMAN GOES WHOOSH. But when big strong woman sees compassionate and kind significant other, she grows all soft. Sheâll do anything to grab your attention, though she will be hesitant at first. She has dealed with a lot of prejudice and harmful words throughout her life, and she fears you will reject her. Deep down, she knows you wouldnât. You couldnât even harm a fly. But sheâs insecure. Yet, the second you choose to talk to her after seeing her countless attempts, she freezes completely. Youâre actually talking to her? Thoughts everywhere. No words whatsoever. You observe her when sheâs training, stay by her side when she is travelling, and offer to clean her wounds after fights. And itâs so intimate and endearing, and Brienne grows so flustered of it every single time. There will never be a day she wouldnât. Big strong woman turns into mush.
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Daenerys Targaryen:
Daenerys is definitely the person who is interested in all kinds of cultures and arts. And what better way to introduce those to her than to write music about it? Youâd accompany her on her journey to Westeros, offering entertainment and music on the ships and walks. Whether you can sing or play an instrument, it doesnât matter to her. But when she first met you on that square, trying to earn a little bit of money for your family, she immediately offered shelter and food. And ever since, you have been with her. Youâll be sitting on your bed, creating your own musical piece, and sheâll simply join you, her hand resting on your lap as a silent encouragement, and - if possible - her head on your shoulder, staring out of the windows in simple bliss. After everything sheâs been through and is going through, you are her rock; her one place she can be safe and let go for a short moment.
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Tormund Giantsbane:
Ironically enough, Iâd think heâd go really well with someone incredibly stubborn. Someone who is set to do things their own way and will do anything to get it. He falls head over heels for looks primarily, but the confidence you radiate in your speech and actions actually stuns him. You go against him or Jon? He isnât insulted. Kind of turned on, which he wouldnât admit to you. Jon knows all about it though. But you can, weirdly enough, intimidate him. Youâre so sure of yourself, it makes him doubt himself. Surely you wouldnât need someone like him? It is not that he gets insecure about it, not at all, he simply hesitates his attitude towards you. The last thing he wants is for you to grow pissed at him and never look at him again. He couldnât live with that. Once you two do get together, it is like fire and fire. Usually, that would be a bad thing, but your playful banter, teasing looks and general breathtaking combination is something to actually die for.
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ŕłâ⡠theon greyjoy x mermaid!reader headcanons Ë ŕźâĄ â・Ë
â°â⤠in which something has always called theon greyjoy to winterfell's strange lake
a/n : seeing as winterfell is a landlocked city, I did have to improvise a bit, but I'm hoping you will find my take on this request reasonable <3
a special thank you to @angelseraphines for reading this for me as I was writing and making sure that my portrayal of theon didn't stray too far from his canon-self
â°â⤠it is a strange thing - that the lake outside the city walls never appears to freeze over. the people of winterfell have speculated as to why for centuries. some say that the lake remaining as it is is a blessing from the old gods, a reassurance that the people will always have water to drink and a reminder that their gods will never abandon them. others pass down tales to their children of the children of the forest, and the traces they left behind - the weirwood tree and its roots dipped into soil, the soil that leads into the lake.
â°â⤠theon greyjoy was not born of winterfell, but he had done his best to see it as his home. he had grown to see robb as his brother, and he cared for the rest of the starks too.
â°â⤠in spite of his great desire to be a stark, a true part of the family, theon was always aware that his position as a ward was in truth the position of a political hostage, dangled in front of his father to ensure his loyalty to the crown.
â°â⤠even as a boy, he was drawn to the lake. he would climb atop the city walls and sit in silence for quite some time, simply gazing pensively at the lake. it too was a strange and different thing - just as he himself was.
â°â⤠as he grew older, his visits to the lake became less frequent - he found other ways to mitigate the strain on his heart. he would oft visit ros at the pleasure house, he'd practice his archery, he'd join tourneys. and yet, there was still something within the lake calling out to him, drawing him in - and he never truly could forgo his visits.
â°â⤠it was on the eve of his eighteenth nameday that he encountered you for the first time. you had noticed him long ago, and you watched him during every of his visits, even allowed him to get a glimpse of the shine of your tail a handful of times. most of the mermaids beneath the lake were old and uninterested in the people that walked on land. there was a time when they lived in harmony with the children of the forest, but as the children were hunted down and brought to extinction, the mermaids of winterfell lake swore not to allow the first men or their descendants to ever lay eyes upon them.
â°â⤠you understood their fears, truly you did - you could see the sorrow in the eyes of the eldest of your cove, a sorrow you know dates back six millenia. you feared the people that walked on land too, but you didn't fear theon. you sensed the war in his mind, you recognised the sense of not belonging. you sensed it because you felt it too, a young, naive mermaid in a lake of ancient beings - a young, naive mermaid, the first to be born in a thousand years.
â°â⤠his eighteenth nameday was the first time he rode out of the city to spend his day on the shore of the lake, and you knew that this was the only opportunity you would ever get to see him up close. you crept closer to the shore, allowing your tail and the top of your head to rise slightly above the water's surface and keeping your eyes glued to the image of the man before you.
â°â⤠he noticed you then, as you unassumingly lifted your head above the water - allowing yourself to glance at him. you knew your elders could not hear of this moment, for you knew how enraged they would be with you. you could not bring yourself to care, for as enamored as theon was with the lake, you were just as enamored with the towering, thick castle walls and the mystery of what lies beyond them. just as something kept calling the greyjoy lad to the lake, something kept calling you to the city.
â°â⤠a man often accused of vanity by the whispers that surrounded him, theon was enraptured by the otherworldly atmosphere that seemed to surround you. your features were different to what he had been used to considering beautiful, but he found them enchanting to look at nonetheless. he considered capturing you, for a brief moment - he wondered if it would prove something to the starks, that it was only him that could lure a creature of the deep to the surface. he wondered if it would make lord eddard proud, or if it would solidify him as the ironborn he was supposed to be.
â°â⤠he called out to you then, beckoning you to draw nearer. the people of the iron islands oft spoke of mermaids - of how the grey king was one, and of how he became the king of the western islands and all seas beyond, as well of the drowned god and the mermaids that serve him within the confines of his watery walls. his mother spoke to him of mermaids too, but her tales were always much gentler. she would say that the ironborn would find the most beautiful of mermaids and take them to bride, that the half-fish women would shed their tails for legs and bear their husbands the most beautiful of children, part sea and part land - as all ironborn were meant to be.
â°â⤠you crept closer to land, nearly close enough that he could reach a hand out to touch your shimmering skin, and yet with enough of a distance between you that you could turn around and return to the depths of your home. your first conversation could hardly be called much of a conversation, and while you could speak the common tongue ( you oft listened to the people speak within the walls, their voices booming and echoing through the cove beneath the city), you had a hard time figuring out what to say to him. for the most part, you simply looked at one another that very first day - until the day's end was near and the hour of the bat was drawing close.
â°â⤠"I will return. when the sun's returned to the skies on the morrow, I will return. you best be here then." he spoke to you, a tinge of arrogance in his voice. it was as if he knew that you wouldn't defy his request, as if he knew his presence held some power over you - and it pleased him. he held so little power within the stark household, so the hint of it always inflated his sense of self. he knew that you too held some power over him, but he would not speak of it outloud.
â°â⤠before he had encountered you, he had intended to visit ros that evening. instead, he returned to his chambers rather soon after dinner, content to sleep through the night and wait for the morning to come - the following morning he rose much earlier, quite soon into the hour of the nightingale. it was still dark out, but he wished to fulfill his duties for the day before he set out to see the lake, and the vision discovered the day before, once again. he usually wouldn't be permitted to leave the walls of the city two days in a row, but his nameday had just passed and lord stark was more lenient towards him during that time of the year.
â°â⤠you waited for him until he arrived, choosing to draw near to the shore just as the sun appeared on the horizon. on this day, you were both much more relaxed. the moment he saw you smile he knew he had no intention of capturing you and bringing you to winterfell, content to keep these peaceful moments to himself - reluctant to share them with anyone else. you felt safer too, now that you had broken the ice and knew he wished you no harm.
â°â⤠"speak to me of life beneath the waves" he demanded boyishly, that vein of arrogance pouring off his tongue. you minded not, noticing the sorrow beneath his gaze. you knew he was not born of here, and the people of the town oft whispered of the seaside boy taken from his home to come here. you knew it to be him the first moment you saw him dangling his legs off the castle walls. and so you spoke to him of life beneath the waves - of your sisters and brothers, all at least a millenium older than you, of the beautiful cove protected from the human eye and the ephemeral sights only you and your kin could lay eyes upon, of the elders and their refusal to allow you to draw near. he listened intently to all of it, hanging off every word of yours. he wanted to know all of it - wanted to know you more and more with every passing word that left your mouth.
â°â⤠you spoke to him for hours on end. each time you declared to ask him a question too, he urged you to keep speaking. you spoke until the night drew nearer. he told you that he would return in half a moon's time, as he could not afford to leave the castle walls quite so often. "I will be here when you return, only if you will speak to me of life behind the castle walls" was what you said to him as he prepared to leave. he felt indignant at your words for a few passing moments, but reluctantly agreed to your request as he wished to see you again.
â°â⤠the next time he returned, he had brought you something. a small iron pendant he acquired at the market, and he had given it to you teasingly, remarking that you should be flattered that the heir to the iron islands had deemed you worthy of such a gift. in truth, he spent the whole way to the lake pondering over if you would like it - and determining that you would with a small huff as his journey drew to a close. this time, he too spoke more freely - of his memories of the iron islands, of his family - mostly of his mother and her tales of mermaids. you laughed then and asked him if that was what he would desire, to which he winked at you playfully and told you that the possibility wasn't far off his mind.
â°â⤠he spoke to you of what you asked of him too, of life in winterfell, beyond the walls you so often stared at. he spoke to you off lord stark, of his children and namely the boy he grew to consider his brother, robb stark. he spoke to you of archery, of his tourneys and his journeys. you listened just as intently as he had listened to you the last time you saw him. he didn't think he had ever felt this peaceful - at least not since the first time he sat atop the castle walls, the moment he first discovered the lake. as the pale hint of orange seeped into the blues of the sky, you reached out to him once and he grasped your hand in his for a few moments, opting to leave a kiss on the palm of your hand before he retreated to the city as the gentle dusk gave way to the dark night.
â°â⤠he visited you as often as he could, without causing the stark family to worry whether or not he too was planning to incite a rebellion. he spoke to robb of you once, to assuage the concern his dear friend was beginning to show. he couldn't tell him the full truth, but he told him he met a girl who lived outside the castle walls near the city, and that he found pleasure in your company. he didn't give away too many details, but he was content knowing that robb wouldn't be too concerned with his frequent journeys. he didn't know that it was the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes that reassured his friend, as opposed to the words he so craftfully weaved together.
â°â⤠it was during his seventh visit to the lake that he kissed you for the first time. you were confiding your sorrows of your elders' distrust to him, and he leaned down to place a kiss upon your brow, as he had begun to do from his fifth visit onwards. you looked up at him then, and he couldn't help leaning down and placing a chaste peck upon your lips, before returning to deepen it. something changed between you and him then, and you began to behave more like lovers from then on.
â°â⤠his visits to the pleasure house had already grown infrequent the moment he met you. he still had his needs, of course - but he found it hard to find time for them as he was oft attempting to finish with his duties on time to come visit you or attempting to find something in the city that he believed you would like and hide in your cove, to keep only for yourself as he had kept your encounters only for himself. now, however, he was content to accept that he wouldn't be returning there anytime soon, thoughts of you drowning out the idea of anyone else.
â°â⤠your relationship with theon was a playful one. he oft teased you and you'd respond by splashing water onto his tail in response. his touches were rough but kind, and his kisses were sloppy but loving. you were both content to behave as if there was no distance between what you both were, preferring to banish the question of 'what comes next?' to the back of your minds.
â°â⤠on his nineteenth nameday, a year into knowing you - theon brought you a small cloth with the image of a yellow kraken sown into it. it was the symbol of his house, and as he couldn't quite cloak you in the traditions of westerosi weddings, he deemed this to be the most likely way to proclaim his devotion. you could wear it on your wrist, claim to your elders that you happened upon it on the shores of the lake and kept it to yourself. you didn't consider yourselves wedded, but theon's prideful exclamations of binding the world's most beautiful creature to himself would stay with you evermore.
â°â⤠this lighthearted atmosphere was unfortunately not to last. when theon informed you of the king's family arriving to winterfell within a few days' time, you felt an inexplicable feeling of dread come over you. he had noticed it then and assured you that all would be well, that they wouldn't stay that long and that he'd return soon. nothing could keep him away from you, now could it?
â°â⤠it would be weeks before he'd come to see you again and the sight of him twisted and turned your heart as if tearing it apart. he appeared as lonely and conflicted as he was on the day you first encountered him, the sorrow in his eyes as prominent as ever, dark lines appearing under them. he spoke to you of bran and his accident, of lord stark's capture and of robb's intention to raise the banners and march down south. this time you were the one attempting to reassure him, right up until the very moment he told you that he intended to march down south with robb. you knew that you shouldn't have been as shocked and opposed as you were, but you were afraid. you didn't know much of land, but you always knew of war - of bloodshed, demise and misery. you promised to pray for him then, even if your kind hadn't truly prayed since the vanishing of the children of the forest. you promised to pray to the old gods and the drowned god, to the faith of the seven and any others of whose existence you would come to know of. you saw him off with a heavy heart then.
â°â⤠you attempted to listen to the people of the city from within your cove for months on end, keeping your ear to the ground for any new information on theon's wellbeing. the townspeople were just as in the dark as you were, and it only made you feel more helpless. you could slowly feel the hope within you begin to fade away as the days dragged on - that was until you finally heard his name from within the city. what you heard however, wasn't what you were expecting to hear. theon greyjoy had captured winterfell.
a/n : and that's it for my first post on this platform! I wasn't quite sure how to end it, but I'm quite content with the way I did. if you guys do want a part 2 that deals with this dynamic with post-reek!theon, please do let me know 𩷠I hope you've enjoyed reading this, and if you did - please do make sure to let me know as feedback is so incredibly important to me. thank you so very much for your time and I hope that you'll consider reading other works of mine that I hope to post on this page soon <33
PS. please do forgive me for adding tags of other characters to this post - it's the first one I've ever made and I'm trying to get my page out for people to see. That being said, I have no intention of tagging characters I don't write for, so please make sure to request them as well if you're interested in seeing more from me.
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"She's a princess and you're an ogre, that's something no amount of potions is ever going to change"
"But I love her.."
"If you really love her, you'll let her go"
Female characters that interprets "but i love her"; Wanda Maximoff, Rebekah Mikaelson, Rosalie Hale, Sansa Stark, Daniela Dimitrescu, Bela Dimitrescu, Mileena, Mikasa Ackerman, Amanda Young, Alicent Hightower, Sam Carpenter, Rin Yamaoka, Carrie White, Jean Grey, Rogue, Rachel Roth, Mal Bertha, Maki Harukawa, Mukuro Ikusaba
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How they react to...you getting injured
A/N: I hope this doesn't sound redundant but here ya go :)
Romantic Pairings: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Khal Drogo, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei
Ned Stark: If you got injured it would most likely be from falling off your horse during a casual ride. As the doting husband he is he would be rushing to your side and calling maesters to check on you. With only a small bruise to show for you try to get back on the horse but Ned doesn't allow it. He doesn't mean to control you, he only wants to keep you safe from any more serious injuries that won't heal as easy as a bruise.
Robb Stark: With Robb, he normally has guards with you at all times because he worries for your safety. When one of them turns out to be a spy with intent to hurt you, Robb is livid. You were pushed and left with a few bruises but all he sees is red. Robb sentences the man to die and takes his head for it. He spends the rest of the day with you in bed, feeling guilty while he looks at your injuries. You'll definitely want to console him cause he will cry, especially thinking of what COULD have happened to you.
Jon Snow: He truly believes in your ability to take care of yourself, but when you get hurt during a fight he rushes to your side without second thought. You'll both have to fight your way out of the conflict but once you're safe he checks on your wounds. He asks for a maester to check them out to keep out infection and feels a little useless not being able to do anything himself. Jon makes it a point to joke about it to take away the serious energy going on and promises to always have your back.
Sansa Stark: Girly is straight up crying. Doesn't matter if it was just a little accident or you were roughed up by some thugs, younger Sansa is a crier. When she finds you she's holding onto you with strength you didn't know she had. Unlike older Sansa who would be ready to pass someone's death sentence, younger Sansa only cares about you feeling better. She does her best to make you a prayer wheel like her mother does for her.
Margaery Tyrell: She'd be a lot more calm than you'd think, at least around others. Once she sees you lying in bed with your leg elevated, she's questioning the hell out of you. What happened? Who was it? Do you need anything? Milk of the Poppy? It's almost entertaining to see how much she worries in contrast to her usual cool attitude. After you assure her that you're alright she's cuddling up in bed with you, probably to read something to you.
Theon Greyjoy: Pre!Reek Theon would instantly be at arms and ready to fight whoever touched you. He's possessive and the thought of ANYONE touching you pisses him off but especially if they meant to harm you. He wouldn't know how to express his worry for you so he'd just angrily stand by you as you recover. Post!Reek Theon is deeply insecure and guilty about you getting hurt. He still wants to fight whoever hurt you but he's more concerned with making sure you're okay.
Khal Drogo: *Activate instant death mode* I mean we saw what happened when Daenerys almost got poisoned, think about actually getting poisoned. Having to lay in bed for days while Drogo goes out in search for whoever did this to you. It doesn't matter why they did it or if you die or not, all that matters to him is giving them the most painful death possible. When he's done, he sits at your bedside knowing you are strong and capable of overcoming this.
Brienne of Tarth: It was only a training accident but your messed up ankle reminded Brienne how fragile you were. She was born and raised to endure the pain that came with being a knight/fighting, but you never asked for it. She'll feel upset at herself for not teaching you properly and it'll come off as anger towards you. Truly she doesn't mean it but if being hard on you will keep you safe next time then she knows what she has to do.
Missandei: Tearsss. She's crying before she even knows what happened to you. Stays by your bedside as you heal from a battle wound and takes responsibility for changing your dressings and cleaning the injury. Missandei knows that this is the life you've chosen to live, but sometimes she wishes she could take you away to her homeland safe from any harm.
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Their last words to you:
Sandor Clegane:
You had been ambushed and attacked by a bunch of thieves. Sandor had had no choice but to fight back and try to kill all of themâbut he had suffered through numerous stabbing wounds and at the end, he knew he wasnât gonna make it. He fell to the ground as you screamed and cried out his name. You tried to stop the blood from flowing, but you couldnât. He had too many injuries and you could only sob as you desperately tried to find a solution.
ButâŚ
Sandor lifted a hand to your cheek and his eyes met yours. You both knew that he wouldnât last much longer and there was so many things he had to say and that he wouldnât have the time to say. So many things he had hoped he would get to do and experience with you. And now, he felt that tell-tale pang in his chest.
He could almost laugh at the irony. For so long, he had laughed at the face of death and taunted it to come get him. But now, he was willing to pray for just another day with you.
He swallowed with difficulty before speaking upâhis voice low and shaky.
"âŚYou areâŚeverything I never deserved. Everything I never thought Iâd ever find in this fucked up world. And fuckâŚYou made me want to live, Y/N. But nowâŚI have no choice but to ask you. Please. Please, Y/N. Do not let me suffer. I hate pain. So, you gonna have to cut our goodbyes shortâyeah ?"
You shook your head at first. No. No. You wouldnât do it. You refused to do it. There had to be another way. A way to save him. Anything.
"Y/N. I need ya. I need ya. Please." He insisted and you sobbed harder. No. You didnât want to say goodbye to Sandor. But when he stared at you with pleading eyes and blood stained your handsâŚyou knew that there was nothing to be done. You sighed and took out your knife. You pressed your forehead against his.
"âŚSee you soon, Sandor."
You then kissed his forehead before stabbing him in the heart.
Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger):
"Y/NâŚ" He started and you looked up to meet his gaze. "I warned you when we first met. Falling in love with me would be a mistake, that I would only end up disappointing you."
His eyes were empty. Gone was the arrogant and manipulative little weasel you had grown to love and respect. Only Petyr remained now. He looked at you without actually seeing you. He seemed so pitiful nowâŚHad he always been that way inside ? Lost and empty and miserable ? Had you really fallen for that man ?
"I never regretted choosing you, Petyr." You still replied and a small smile graced his featuresâsad and pitiful.
"PetyrâŚ" You whispered. "Is thisâŚIs this really goodbye ?"
He took a shuddering breath and addressed you a saddened smile.
"I am afraid so, sweetheart."
SweetheartâŚThat name. That affectionate little name which made your heart happy and your mind content. He was trying to tell you something. Petyr Baelish had never told that he loved you. He had never been able to get through that obstacle as long as you had known him.
But that little sweetheart had still managed to wrap you around his little finger.
He had you eating out of the palm of his hand.
And now, you were sitting across from him. It was almost time for the execution. You didnât look each other in the eyes. You knew you should be afraid, but you werenât. You knew it didnât matter anymore.
Too late to change fate now.
A guard came.
"Lord Petyr Baelish. Lady Y/N Baelish. It is time."
You both looked at the guard before looking at each other. Petyr stood up and offered you his hand.
"âŚShall we, my Lady wife ?"
You looked at his outstretched hand and smiled before taking it.
"Lead the way, my Lord husband."
Even after the executionâŚrumours has it that you and Petyrâs hands stayed firmly locked togetherâunited until death and beyond.
Oberyn Martell:
"Come on, little flower. We had our fun, didnât we ?"
When Oberyn said those words, you knew. You knew that this was the end. He had grown bored of you. It was to be expected of course, but it still hurt. You forced yourself to smile.
"Very well. I hope we can still remain friends, my Prince ?" You askedâhopeful. His friendship was dear to you and you so loved his company. If he thought that he didnât desire your body anymore, but you still wanted to enjoy his company and hear his wonderful poetryâŚ
He smiledâbut it seemed so fake.
"Of course, my little flower. I would like that."
Liar.
The word echoed in his own head. He was a liar. Being your friend was far from what he wanted. He wanted your brain, your heart and your beautiful soul to belong to him and for it to remain so until you both grew old and withered.
ButâŚhe had to protect you.
He knew he would be fighting the Mountain soon. Ellaria was strong enough to withstand his possible defeat and death. But, you ? You were such a lovely and delicate little flower. If he was to disappear and break your heart upon his death, then you would certainly lose your mind. Oberyn loved you enough to realise that the best was to break your heart instead of your mind. He hence decided to prepare you for the perspective that he may not survive.
He saw you turn around to leave and he lifted a hand towards your retreating form. He opened his mouth to speak up, but reconsidered and lowered his arm. It wasâŚbetter this way. And if he was to win the fight ? Then, he would explain everything to you and you would laugh it off togetherâŚ
A few days later, he faced Ser Gregor Clegane.
He managed to stay on top for most of the fight and both you and Ellaria were happy to see Oberyn finally get revenge for Elia and her children.
But thenâŚOberynâs eyes met yours.
He smiled at you and before you knew it, Ser Gregor had cut off his head. You felt your heart stop in your chest. Unlike Ellaria, you didnât screamânot a sound managed its way past your lips at that moment. You just stared as your ex-loverâs head rolled down his shoulders and kept rolling until it stopped a few feet away from you. He was still smiling. That smile. That lovely and sweet and warm smile that made you feel as if everything would be alrightâŚ
You then wordlessly got out a crossbow you had been hiding and aimed at Gregorâs head before unhesitatingly shooting. The arrow went straight through his skull and the giant dropped dead on the sand right next to Oberynâs body. Before anyone could stop you, you then picked up Oberynâs head and cradled it in your arms before walking away.
No one dared to stop you.
Tyrion Lannister:
When Tyrion had asked to meet with you in the Red Keepâs gardensâŚyou had been so excitedâhappy to see him again after all those days of absence working for Daenerys. You had prepared yourself to welcome him with a warm embrace and a long dialogue under the shades of trees. ButâŚyou would have never expected his first words to you after such a long time apart to be the following:
"It is best we keep it at that."
Your eyes widened as you heard Tyrion reject you. You were stunned for a moment. Then, you laughed. You thought it was a joke. But, he didnât laughâhe didnât even smile at you. Your amusement immediately vanished. You couldnât understand why he would say something like that. Had you done something wrong ? What was going on ? He couldnâtâŚHe wouldnât possiblyâŚBut you looked him in the eyes and you gasped as you realised that he was serious. It was over. He was ending it. After everything you had been through, after everythingâŚHe was just ending it all.
"I am sorry." He added and your eyes watered.
"No. No. Donât say that. You donât get to say that." You seethed and felt bile rise up in your throat. You should have expected it, but you surprised yourself by being genuinely shocked by his sudden decision to set you aside.
"Y/N. PleaseâŚ" He started before you interrupted him.
"I LOVE YOU !"
His mouth remained opened in shock by your words and you hoped that he would believe you and realise the humongous mistake he was makingâbut his answer was ten times worse than if he had just rejected you.
"âŚYes. I know." He confessed before looking at you apologetically. "I am sorry. Goodbye, Y/N."
And with that, he turned away and walked away. Once he was out of sight, you dropped to the groundâhot tears running down your cheeks. Why ? You didnât understand. Why did you have to fall in love with that man ? That absolutely brilliant, but cruel man. You thought he would be different, that he wouldnât leave you, that he would be your forever and you would be hisâŚ
How wrong you wereâŚ
Sansa Stark:
Sansa doesnât know when it happened exactly. The moment she had fallen in love with you. Perhaps at the very beginning. Before she had learnt about the hardships of life and womanhood. You had grown up together and she knew that you were the person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. You were the person she had begged her father to betroth her to. And you were the one willing to go far and wide to make her happy. When you were both together, only smiles remained on both of your faces.
But thenâŚShe had attracted King Joffreyâs attention and from that moment on, everything had changed for the worse. She had had to watch her father be executed and many people of their closed entourage.
But, not you. No. Joffrey had had much better planned for you. He had dragged you through Kingâs Landingâyour wrists bound to his horse as you were forced to follow as rotten vegetables were thrown your way. You were then brought to a pile of wood and attached to a wooden poleâfor all to witness. Joffrey had then set fire to the pile of wood you were standing on and as you were about to burn into ashes, your eyes sought out the ones of your beloved in the assembly.
When your eyes met hers, the only thought that crossed your mind was that you werenât going to make it and that you wanted to see her beautiful smile one last time. You smiled at her through your tears and Sansa understood. She forced herself to smile backâeven though all she wanted was to break down in tears and scream for the mercy she knew you would never receive from the Lannisters.
You were embraced by the flames right in front of her eyes.
From that very moment, all her smiles were cold and grimâwithout the person she had decided to share her heart with. Joffrey had asked her many times to smile at him the way she had smiled at her traitor of a fiancĂŠ/e. But, she was never capable of repeating it ever again. You were goneâthe source of all her happiness and hopesâand she had no reason to smile anymore.
Or she would, once this whole place burnt to the ground.
Brienne of Tarth:
"Please. Stay. Do not leave me." Brienne begged you as she looked into your eyes. She was scared and horrified by the thought of losing you. You had been bitten by one of the white walkers and you could feel the blood slowly freeze up in your veins. You knew you were dying and you looked at Brienne with cold tears running down your cheeks.
"âŚI am sorry, Brienne. But I wonât be able to obey your command." You smiled sadly at her and she sobbedâher eyes holding all the sorrows of this world. You had been the only one to support her in her journey as a knight and even offer to be her esquire when none would agree to serve a female knight. But you had believed in her and learnt to love her. She held you closer and cried against your chest as you started stroking her hair soothingly.
"Live, Brienne. Live for me." You whispered to her.
It was too late for you. But, you wanted her to keep fighting until the very end. Your eyes then looked up to see Jaime standing behind her. He had a sorrowful expression on and you smiled at him before addressing him one command.
"ProtectâŚeach other."
You then closed your eyes and managed to stay long enough to hear Jaime answer you that he would. You smiled as life left your body. You wouldnât be there to help or support her, but you were certain that Brienne would fight her hardest till the endâbecause that was who she was. Before your last breath, you felt warm lips meet your freezing ones. You knew whose they were. You tried to reciprocate the kiss, but darkness overwhelmed you and you knew that this was the endâŚ
âGoodbye, my love.â You thought before all disappeared and you took your final breath in the arms of your beloved.
Jaime Lannister:
Jaime had just returned victorious from a battle and had rode faster than the wind to return to Kingâs Landing and tell you all about it. Only for his smile to drop as he finally reached the castle to see a funeral procession making its way towards the sea. He got off his horse and asked a nearby old woman who they had died. The old woman turned towards him with tearful eyes.
"Alasâmy young Prince. Today is a sad day indeed. For we bury our dearest Lady/Lord Y/N."
Jaime was stunned and he couldnât move for a few seconds. The old woman followed the procession and Jaime looked at them goâhis eyes having lost their enthusiastic spark. He had waited and prayed to go home to see you again. He wanted to laugh with you and tell you all about his strange encounters and how he had managed to lead the army to glorious victory. He looked as your carefully wrapped body was carried through the streets of Kingâs Landing towards the water and laid down gently on a bed of flowers in a large wooden boat.
Jaime had followed as you were mourned by all of Kingâs Landing. You had been born a commoner, but had succeeded in becoming a valued member of Cerseiâs court. He had met you at your beginnings as a member of the High Council. You had studied hard and supported all mocking jeers and taunts surrounding you to help your people. And now, they were the ones who were to see you go and bide you farewell.
He stared as your pretty little boat floated away.
His jaw twitched and he restrained tears as he saw the only person he had ever loved beside Cersei disappearing in the distance. He was the last one to leave the port and as people walked by to their homes around himâhe heard multiple echoes of what had actually happened. You had diedâkilled by Cersei. She had waited until he was gone before sending the Mountain to kill you. And you had suffered. Days and days of tortured and screaming and tears left unheard which the entire of Kingâs Landing had been unaware ofâŚAnd you had had to face your last moments alone and scared and in pain.
He didnât even try to defend Cersei.
He knew she was capable of it. But what he didnât understand wasâŚwhy ?
And then, he returned to the castle and found Cersei in her roomâarranging her hair. She looked completely unbothered and smiled as she saw Jaimeâs reflection in her mirror.
"Jaime. You are back." She then dared to smile at himâas if she didnât know. But, she knew. She knew. He knew she knew. His eyes were red-rimmed and he asked with a broken voice:
"Why ?"
Cersei didnât even attempt to pretend that she didnât know what he was referring to. She only kept a smile on and replied simply:
"Because they annoyed me. Thatâs why."
His eyes widened at his sisterâs monstrous wordsâŚHe hadnât even had the chance to say goodbye.
Jon Snow:
Jon died and was reborn by the red witch.
But you ? They had killed you. You hadnât been deemed important enough to be brought back to life and your body had been in such a pitiful state that even if he was to ask the red witch to bring you backâthere wouldnât be anything for your soul to return into. Jon had to wake up to the cruel realisation that he wouldnât get to see you ever again.
You had stood by him. Until the very end.
You had both tried to fight off the rogue night watchers who had decided to get rid of Jon. You had fought valiantly with your sword withdrawn and blood spilling from both you and the other guards. You had fought like a lion. Refusing to back down and let them kill him.
You and him knew it was a lost battle.
But as he had felt his brothersâ daggers pierce him from all directionsâall he could see was you. You had screamed as you were held down and forced to watch as he was robbed of his life first. Jon could have forgiven them for that. For killing him. But you ? The fact that they had forced you to watch before slashing your throat and feeding your body to the houndsâŚ
That. He could never forgive.
It was your sword he used to cut the rope and hang all the traitors in one instant. They all squirmed and thrashed as they desperately tried to survive. Some even looked at Jon with pleading eyesâbut found no mercy in his eyes. Once the last one had stopped moving, he took a deep breath and looked up at the dark and cloudy sky.
Daenerys:
"Please. Forgive me, my love." You whisperedâtears rolling down your cheeks as you were forced to watch the woman you loved slowly die by your own hand. You had been by her side from the very beginning. You had fought alongside her to achieve her slow and glorious ascent to the top. You had watched and smiled as she had burnt down Kingâs Landing to the ground. You had hoped that this would finally be the end of the suffering and misery.
ButâŚ
You had then seen the people who had died. People who didnât deserve it. People who had tried to protect and soothe their crying children as they were burnt alive and whose statues of ashes would remain forever interlocked. You brought a hand to your face at the stench of death and burning flesh. Then, you looked up at her. At your queen. Your khaleesi. Your heart. She was looking at the carnage with such intensity and satisfaction that it sent a shiver down your spine.
NoâŚ
You couldnât. You couldnât let her rule over Westerosâno matter how much your heart ached at the thought and how long you had fought for her to get there. You knew Ser Jorah would be disappointed in you and that all the people who had died to get her where she was would be cursing your name from their resting place for all of eternityâŚbut not as loud as your own voice as you plunged that dagger into her heart.
The surprise in her eyes was the worst part. ThatâŚgenuine shock. As if she really hadnât expected it. You kissed her forehead. OhâŚHow you loved her. You loved her so much. But, even though your heart was shattered and your tears were true, you couldnât let the world suffer through another Cerseiâor worse. You simply couldnât. And you hated yourself for it. You hated yourself for not seeing earlier what or who she was becoming and the pain it would cause you both. You hated yourself for not being able to protect her, or for not having the same blinding love than Ser Jorah had for her. Your eyes saw. And what they had seen was a world of ashes that she would rule over. And then, Littlefingerâs words came back to you.
"Chaos is a ladderâŚ"
How right he wasâŚbut love was as much a ladder. And one who rarely led you up or where you wanted to be.
Ser Jorah:
During the final battle, just as sunrise painted the sky with touches of warm colours, you found yourself still standing. Your eyes met with Ser Jorahâs and you smiled at each other. You were alive. You walked forward to join him when your eyes caught sight of a white walker running towards him. You had but a few seconds to act. You ran forward to push Ser Jorah out of the way and got impaled by the spear instead. Ser Jorahâs eyes widened in shock and he gritted his teeth before cutting the white walkerâs head off and catching you in his arms before you could hit the ground.
"No. My Lady/My Lord." He whispered sorrowfully and stroked your cheekâtears gathering in his eyes. He looked at your wound and the blood dripping down your chin.
But, you chuckled.
"Come on, Ser Jorah. Wonât you call me by my name ? There will never be another chance for me to hear it from your lips."
He wanted to deny your words and tell you that you were going to be alright. But, that would have been a lie. He gripped your hand and pressed his forehead against yours before askingâhis heart hammering in his chest at the realisation that you had sacrificed yourself for him. Him who had never done anything to deserve it. Him who had rejected you time and time again. Him who had never been able to return the love you seemed to harbour towards him within your heartâŚ
"Y/N. Why ?" He finally asked and you smiled up tenderly at him.
"You protected me." You replied with nothing but adoration in your eyes. "You respected me. I know your heart and eyes belong to Daenerys, but you stole mineâSer Jorah. You made me happy. You always did what you thought was right and offered me someone to care about. And so, you swore to serve Daenerys. Unaware that Iâmyselfâhad made an oath of my own. To protectâŚyou." You whispered as your eyes slowly closed in his armsâthe place you cherished most. You nestled your face against him. Just for a moment, you would bask in his warmthâŚSer Jorah had never pretended to love you or lied to you about his feelings towards the queen of dragons. ButâŚyou didnât even resent him for it. He had offered you friendship and affection beyond anyone you had ever came acrossâŚIf you were to die for someoneâthen you were fine with it being him.
You looked up and smiled before lifting your lips to his. If he was to be so kind as to grant a dying soul one last wishâŚHe seemed to hesitate for a second before planting his lips against yours. And then, Ser Jorah felt a cruel warmth ignite within his very being. His eyes fluttered shut and he brought you closerâŚtaking your first kiss and last breath in one instantâŚ
Your eyes stayed closed and your arms dropped to the ground.
Ser Jorah opened his eyes and his heart clenched as he glanced down at the person who he had failed to protect and his sorrow only grew as he realised that he had also failed himself. For in your last breath, he had found something that he had denied you all this time, and his tears only turned even more bitter at the terrible reality that he could have had you. That he had you and your love. And had lost both because of his own blindnessâŚ
"Forgive meâŚmy dear Lady/Lord Y/N."
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What They're Like in Bed
Includes: Margery, Sansa, Daenerys, and Yara (Asha in the books but more ppl kno her as Yara I think)
Warnings: mentions of (but not descriptions) of various kinks, subs, doms, degradation, praise kinks, thigh riding, and oral (that kinda thing) 18+
Word count: 905
Men's part here
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Margaery
Margaery comes off as very in charge at first, which she is amazing at, but she can have a subby side as well. When sheâs dominant she is a soft dom though. She loves to ride your face, telling you to behave or sheâll stop. Sheâll sit you on her knees or over her lap, slowly staring to pleasure you and trail kisses on your neck. This girl loves neck kisses. Like obsessed.
She doesnât do harsh punishments and instead will ban you from touching yourself, or worse her. Sheâll make you watch her pleasure herself when you havenât listened enough to earn it. When you do behave though she will shower you with praise. The praise can also be condescending in nature, saying âhow good you are for a stupid slutâ or telling you âgood jobâ with a condescending tone. She wants to make you work for her praise.
When Margaery does allow her submissive side to show she loves to be overstimulated and if she trusts you then fully tied up. She could spend all day being tied up and edged just for the satisfaction of her release at the end. She loves when you grab her jaw or throat, even some light chocking, but she doesnât tolerate degrading or spanking. At least not on her. You are a different story.
Sansa
Sansa was hesitant about having sex to start with, her trust always haven been broken in the past, so when you do start having sex you have to be very gentle. However, once she becomes comfortable things get amazing.
Sheâs defiantly a very shy sub who blushes when you make eye contact with her. She blushes like crazy when you praise her which is often because of her massive praise kink. She loves to be told how good she is, how sweet she tastes, and how perfect she is. The praise also helps her get out her shell. When she does is when she wants to experiment with things like temperature play with you dripping hot wax over her chest.
Her favourite thing is when you run her a bath, rubbing her shoulders, and kissing her neck, before joining her in it to truly help her relax. She defiantly loves more casual sex vibes. Iâm talking laughing and giggling mixing through her moans, sleepy morning sex, lazy casual sex, making out on the bed as her hands wander your body. Â Her absolute favourite thing though is when you go down on her. Sansa can be a bit of a pillow princess in this regard but sheâs also a very caring partner so if you point it out, she will turn her attention on you.
Daenerys
Daenerys feels a need to be dominant with her partner due to her history and never feeling like she is treated seriously. She does love being dominant though and loves a partner who will sit at her feet, praising her and begging to touch her. She loves to deny you of her touch or your finish until she has heard sweet praise and begs fall from your lips.
Her favourite positions are definitely to do with riding though. She loves to ride your face or have you ride her. Sometimes sheâll have you ride her thigh, teasing how easy it was to turn you on. She loves when you worship her body and the trails of kisses you leave across it. She realises her subby side one time when you began to suck her nipples and she wanted nothing more than for you to keep going and to please you. Oh also she loves nipple play.
When she is submissive, she loves to please and be praised, being told how good she is and how she can earn her next reward and asking permission to touch you or to cum. While sheâll ask first, she will never beg. She doesnât handle degradation or punishment well but she never brats enough to deserve it. She just wants to be taken care of and make sure that you reach your own peak in the process.
Yara
Yara is a dom who loves to tease. This girl will tease you from the moment the sun rises till it sets regardless of whether youâre in the bedroom or not. She loves to flirt with you in front of others. She loves watching you blush and stutter at her words however she also gets a kick out of the days that you flirt as boldly back. This causes her to step up her game, sometimes dragging you off to the nearest surface or wall to remind you that she was in charge.
If her partner were comfortable with her, she would love to try a bit of exhibitionism. Maybe not go all the way but the idea of someone watching her turn you into a moaning mess riled her up to no end. She also wouldnât be against watching you with someone else, however only if and when she allowed it and she was very particular on who she would share you with. This was also the reason she loves threesomes.
She loves to have her partner ride her thigh, choking them as she does. Sheâs down to try a lot of different thing but she will tease you incessantly while doing so if not straight up degrade you if you allowed her. Sheâs very experimental.
A/N: I love the girls but why can't they have easier names lmao I keep auto correcting to Margery not Margaery.
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