#bronn of blackwater x reader

[catsteeth]

Sugar & Violence

Podrick Payne x reader 

+:✿ Chapter 2 ✿:+ : Beautiful Girl

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Summary: You’re a Mormont being held hostage by House Lannister.  You are acting now as the Handmaiden for Margery Tyrell, whom you’ve grown quite close with. But it seems that a squire has caught your attention as you have caught his. 

CW: afab reader, SMUT, MDNI, Fingering, P in V sex, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of harassment, mention of NSFW themes.

Word Count: 5125 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

As you’d just finished getting Margery ready for the day she sat you down and began to ready you as well. It wasn’t custom for a Lady to dress and pretty her Hand Maiden but Margery had taken the responsibility voluntarily and happily. 

“Podrick was seen where?” You asked wide eyes, holding in a laugh.

“Little Finger’s brothel,” Margery replied with a smirk as she brushed your hair. 

You shook your head with a smile “I will not believe such rumors.” 

“I hear the whores did not receive a payment.” Her fingers twisting the front sections of your hair and braiding them together at the back of your head.

“You’re suggesting he didn’t pay them?” You asked with disbelief. He didn’t seem like the type of man to pay for a whore, much less the type of man to steal their time and effort. 

“I am suggesting they did not want a payment. I hear that he was so skilled, they wouldn’t accept his payment.” She said as she finished your hair and she sat in front of you, beginning to do your makeup. 

“Now that I can’t believe it.” You said holding back laughter,

“You never know for sure with men like him. Quiet, and sweet, they can be sensitive to a woman's needs.” She said putting 

“I’ve been pinned against enough trees on Bear Island by enough men to know, no tongue, fingers, cock, or even nose is good enough to turn down gold.” 

“Perhaps you’re right. But perhaps you’re wrong, there is only one way to find out.” 

“Oh please, he can hardly hold his gaze to mine.”

“Some would say that means he likes you, besides the poor boy gave you a flower. One of the sweetest, and pathetic things I have ever seen.” She jested.

“He doesn’t want me, not like that.” You always found it hard to believe that any man would be interested in you beyond bedding.

she rolled her eyes as she finished applying a rouge to your lips. She fixed your hair slightly and half a small compact mirror to your face.

“if i were a man i would ravish you.” she smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

Margery had done your makeup and hair countless times. Every morning after you’d done hers, but each time always made sure to tell you how beautiful you were. even if you didn’t believe it. 

“a man would ravish a horse if desperate enough.” you pushed the compact away, you got up and began to select the gowns you’d both wear to the celebratory feast tonight.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

That evening was a celebration of the victory of Tywin Lannister. Nothing for you to feel celebratory for, but it gave you an opportunity to dance and drink. 

Most of the night you and Margrey had danced with one another, made quite jokes about the other men there. But once the celebration began to wind down Margrey had found an excuse to speak to Joffrey, part of her plan to seduce him. So naturally you made yourself scarce. Finding a corner of the room to stand in while you drank.

It would have been perfect to end your night in peace if a tall man didn’t approach you. 

He could have been some noble man or a knight, kings guard, even city watch, you didn’t know and more importantly did not care. 

“My, who might you be, my Lady.” He asked, his voice was low and attempting to sound seductive. 

“(Y/N) Mormont.” You said as you drank from your cup, your eyes wandered the room, paying little attention to the attractive man in front of you. As your eyes searched the large room, they landed on a pair of eyes already looking at you, Podrick’s. He looked at you with the eyes of a sad dog. 

It caught you so off guard you didn’t hear whatever the man had just said, only the mumbling of words. You tore your eyes from his and looked at the man, “What?” burrowed furrowed in frustration. 

“I said, then you are not much of a Lady.” He said with a twisted grin

“Is that so?” You said emotionlessly, unwilling to show any kind of offense that might have been taken. Fearing it would give him too much power. Besides, you did not care about the opinions of southerners. 

“Hand Maidens are not Ladies of any land, are they not?” 

“Perhaps.” You said your eyes returned to scanning the room, trying to find Podrick again, but having no luck.

“I could make you feel like one for tonight.” He held out his hand to you,

You held your cup to your lips as you spoke, “I’ve no wish to dance with you, Ser”.

“I cannot dance with a handmaiden,” The man smirked, his hand snaking around your waist. “I can enjoy one though.” He whispered in your ear.

You smirked back, and then you leaned in, making him think you were about to kiss him when you kicked him in the shin. “Oh!” You fained shock as he grunted in pain “My apologies Ser, I have always been quite clumsy.” Your concerned and shock demeanor dropped as you began to walk away. He began to spit some curse your way when you stomped on his foot. “If you’ll excuse me, my Lord.” 

As you walked forward a few steps before the man grabbed ahold of your wrist.

��You northern who-” He was interrupted by Podrick’s voice. 

“My Lady, the Queen wishes to have a word with you.” He spoke louder than usual. His eyes were wide and looked almost angry. 

You ripped your hand away from the man's grasp and walked with Podrick out of the room. 

“What does she want?” You asked, rubbing your wrist. 

“Nothing, I made that up.” He said avoiding your gaze as you both walked down the hall. 

“You made that up?” You looked at him with wide eyes, he nodded still avoiding your gaze. “Well, thank you.” You said softly. 

He’d walked you all the way to your chambers with no other words were exchanged between the two of you, other than the occasional glance at one another. You had reached your chambers door, you looked over at him as you began to open the door. 

He was ready to nod and walk away when you said, “Podrick,” To which his eyes went directly to yours. You didn’t say another word, just walked into your chambers leaving the door open. 

He hesitated for a moment, but walked in after you. 

He stood there, showing just how intimidated he was. 

As you kicked your shoes off, and removed the necklace Margery allowed you to barrow for the night, you looked over your shoulder to him “Close the door.” You said softly, and so he did. 

As you turned to him and began to walk towards him, his eyes subconsciously went from your eyes to your cleavage. Now more exposed now that you’d removed your necklace. He couldn’t help it really. Your corset and gown were truly putting them on display, and the candle light from your room made your skin glow beautifully. You smirked when you noticed, making him swallow hard and return his gaze to your eyes. He was going to apologize but you reached for his hand making him choke back any words he had. 

You held his hand, looking at his now healed cut, now formed scar across the palm of his hand. 

You trailed the scar with your finger tip. 

“You’re seducing me-” He finally found some courage to spit out some words.

“You feel seduced?” You still held his hand, still admiring your work on his hand.

“Yes- I mean, it is intentional isn’t it?” He stammered, somehow a little out of breath.

“Do you want it to be?” You looked at him with a grin and mischievous grin.

“I don’t want to offend you-” He said softly, looking away.

“So you don’t?” You let go of his hand,

“No- no,” His eyes went wide as he stammered, “I want you to, want to seduce me.” He winced at his own words, not knowing how to phrase it.

“Why would that offend me?” You smiled softly, holding back a giggle.

“I am just a squire, my Lady.” He shook his head looking down

“And here in King's Landing, I am just a handmaiden they send to patch up knights and Lords.” You said softly 

“You are Lady Mormont.” He said, it made you smile. No one had given such respect to your name in so long. 

“You’re sweet.” You brushed his short hair around his ear with your fingertips “Have you ever seduced a woman?” You asked sweetly, you knew the rumors of the whore house, but didn’t know if you could believe it.

“No, no, not really.” He said like we were being honest… maybe he was.

“Show me how you would.” You said looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“What do you mean?” 

“How do you think I was seducing you?”

“You, made me… feel-” he stammered.

“Mhmm, so try to make me feel…” 

He stepped closer to you, meekly, his head lowered. He reached out and lightly ran his hand over your hair. Taking a strand of it and looking at it, admiring the color of it, and its texture. He looked into your eyes, his head still lowered. 

“You are beautiful.” His hand then went from your hair, to trailing his hand gently down your arm and grabbing your hand softly. He played with your fingers, again, gently. 

“I believe you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” He didn’t stammer, his voice was earnest, and gentle.

“This is wooing, not seducing.” You smiled and corrected him as if he were acting, genuinely thinking he were making it up. 

“I’m not trying to do either, my Lady.” Your smile dropped, “I just wish to be near you.” 

“You shouldn’t.” You said pulling your hand away.  “How we first met, tell me that.” 

“Lord Slynt ordered you to pour him wine-”

“And I spit in it.”

“He deserved it.”

“I lied to him, and your lord.” 

“Not to me.”

Your hardened gaze softened “No, no not to you” You lowered your head avoiding his eyes. afraid you’d melt in his sweetness. found yourself feeling that warm feeling in your chest again. You reached for his fingers with your own. interlocking your index finger with his. 

“You are- different.” He stammered a bit “Special.” He corrected, thinking it sounded more flattering. 

“You really are sweet. I don’t believe I've met a man so sweet as you.” He smiled, and in turn you smiled back, “You are shy, more so normally than you are now.” 

He let out a small chuckle “I still feel shy.” He said as he looked down smiling

“Are you too shy for me to kiss you?”

Instead of responding to you he cupped your face in his hands. So gently it was as if you were made of the finest porcelain in the realm. He leaned in and kissed your lips. Soft and again, gentle. but also passionate and almost lustful. You were surprised how well he kissed. No, he didn’t kiss well, his kiss was intoxicating somehow. Maybe it was the wine on his lips or just skill. you couldn’t help but let out the smallest whimper into his mouth. It made him pull away and go wide eyed. 

“You’re quite good at that.” You said wide eyes, catching your breath a bit.

“I apologize-“ He said, still holding your head in his hands.

“For what?”

“I should have asked you first,”

“Too late for that now,” you said, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. Your lips fell into a perfect rhythm as his hands moved to your ribs, careful not to touch your breasts. his thumbs moved against your ribs slowly and gently. 

You’d never felt this way with a man before. Normally it was sweaty, sloppy, and you ended it burnt out and covered in spit. This was like a dance, like you and he had kissed in every life. 

You felt terrified. An emotion you rarely ever felt. 

What if he was like every other man. They whisper sweet things in your ears, promises, and compliments. Then once they lifted your skirts and humped into you a few times they’d leave. You felt hurt the first time, maybe the second time too. But after that it was expected. So you never let yourself become invested in a man again. You used them as they used you. 

But this was different, this wasn’t only lust, there was something more. But was this feeling only yours, or did you share it? You needed to test him, only you didn’t know quite how. 

“Stop” You whispered in his mouth as you kissed, it made him stop immediately, and he stepped away from you, breathless. 

“I- I’m sorry” He said about to go for the door before you stopped him grabbing his arm.

“No,” 

“But you said-” 

“I can’t bed you like this.” You said running your hands on the tight fabric of your gown.

“Bed me?” He asked as if he had choked, it made you smile.

“Will you wait here for me?” You asked, petting his cheek, and he nodded slightly confused.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

You had gone into the bathing room that was attached between your room and Margery’s. You bathed quickly, washed your hair, washed your face of its makeup, and slipped into your night dress. The only thing you wore to cover your nakedness. 

As you opened the door you saw Podrick lighting the fireplace in your room. He stood as he heard you open the door and looked in your direction as he said, “I thought you might be cold-” He was cut off by the sight of you. His eyes were enamored by the sight of you. 

You hadn’t shown him this side of you. Totally free of glamor and shine. “Thank you,” You said as you walked towards him. 

As you stood in front of him he still couldn’t let out any words. “Do you… not like it?” 

He shook his head quickly, “This is the most I have ever seen of you.” he placed a hand on your cheek. “You are truly the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” 

You searched his eyes for a hint of deceit and found none. You took the hand he placed on your cheek and sat down on the fur carpet that laid in front of the fireplace, pulling him down with you. You looked at the scar on his hand again, this time placing a kiss on the scar. 

“Thank you for what you did tonight.” He looked slightly confused, “The lie you told.” You explained.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but then I saw how he grabbed you.” He looked down, now beginning to simmer, “No one should grab you like that.” He said in a lower tone. “If I’d a sword, I wouldn’t have to tell a lie.” He became angered thinking of it.

You moved closer to him, beginning to undo the clasps on the front of his top. He looked intimidated again suddenly, “A sword hm?” He nodded, “What would you have told him?” 

“To unhand you, or I’d remove his hand.” He said, with a darker tone of voice, it made you smile as you pulled his red leather top off, leaving him in his tunic. 

“One day you’re going to be the only honorable knight in all of Westeros.” You saw heat rush to his cheeks when you said those words. “A big strong shining warrior.” You said crawling closer to him. 

“You’re seducing me again.” He said staring at your lips, his eyes drifted downwards again to your cleavage again now further exposed by the thin fabric and the angle you were in from crawling to him. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked in a whisper,

He shook his head “No,” He said, grasping your face in his hands kissing you so deeply you let out a small moan into his lips, only making him kiss you deeper. 

His hands roamed your sides, as yours gripped the back of his neck and roamed his chest down to his stomach.

When your hand reached his stomach you felt his muscles twitch and he let out a small groan. The sound of his groan made you clench your thighs together. 

Mixed with the sounds of your breathless whimpers he felt himself stiffening, “Can I touch you?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded and he whispered back “Thank you,” As his hands cupped your breasts. He let out a moan into your mouth as he groped you, feeling the plumpness of your breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore and began to lift your night dress. You stopped yourself however, not wanting to push him, 

“Is this okay?” You asked, and he nodded frantically. To which you smiled and lifted the rest of it off. His hands gripped your breasts tighter, and his mouth moved from yours to your neck and shoulder. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your hot skin, repeating it over and over again. 

One of your hands petted his hair, while the other went over his stomach to his now tenting trousers. You heard him moan into your neck and his hands gripped you tighter, making you moan in return. 

“You sound beautiful too,” He whispered 

“Take this off” You said much less elegantly as you pulled at the fabric of his shirt. As he did you laid down on the fur carpet under you. Looking up at him as he removed his tunic. You smiled up at him, “You’re quite pretty too.” 

He shook his head in awe of you, “Not like you… You could be a painting,” He said, dropping to his knees. He leaned down and kissed your lips. Both your lips at this point were slightly swollen, but that didn’t stop either of you from continuing. Kissing with a new kind of passion. 

You felt, for a moment, this might be much more. And if it was, you didn’t want to hide from him at all. You pulled away from his lips as you blurted out, 

“I’ve been with men before you.” breathlessly, “I feel I should be honest with you.” You felt even more naked revealing that, you felt heat spread across your face.

“That’s alright.” He nodded, trying to reassure you. “And I- I have- I’ve been with women before you.” 

Your eyes went wide, you thought back to the rumors you’d heard. “You have?” You shook your head to yourself trying to shake those thoughts out of your head. “That’s alright.” You said looking back at him, you smiled softly “It is, it’s alright.” You felt a hint of excitement, pulling him back into your body and to your lips. 

You two kissed for a moment until his mouth ran down to your neck, covering your body in as many kisses as he could, making you giggle. Giggle until you feel his thumb run down the slit of your folds. Which made you gasp slightly and then smile at him, and he smiled back. 

He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on your breasts. 

You felt yourself becoming a wet and sticky mess and his thumb continued to roll up and down the slit of your folds, masterfully avoiding your clit, teasing you. 

Finally his index and middle finger parted you, while his thumb gently teased your clit. 

“Mmmmmm” you let out as you closed your eyes. 

“Do you like that?” he asked softly into your breasts, all you could do was nod as he applied more pressure. 

his teeth grazed your nipple with expertise. As though he knew just the right amount to use, how much you liked. 

He continued to kiss, suck on, and sometimes lightly bite your breasts. You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he moaned soft praises into your skin. while he kept circling your clit. 

It was beginning to be too much and not enough. “More,” you whined, “Your fingers.” you said. 

He nodded, “Show me, show me what you like.” 

you reached your hand below, rubbing your clit only a little, then you pushed a finger in. He watched as your eyes closed from the pleasure

He inserted his finger alongside yours, feeling how you moved your own finger inside you. 

The extra digit in you stretched you so nicely, you let out a small sigh as you smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

You inserted a second finger, and he followed suit. The stretch burned slightly, it had been a while since you had been with a man, and now already you’d four fingers inside you. Albeit two were smaller than the other two but still. You whined a little as you winced slightly. It made him lean down and kiss your lips. 

“You’re wonderful” he said as he kissed your jaw and your neck, pumping his fingers in you with your own guiding him. You then removed your fingers, content to let him take control. 

His fingers knew when to curl and when to relax, when to push against the soft spot in you, and knew just the right speed. No man had ever known how to draw out such pleasure from simply his fingers with you. 

“Podrick-“ you gasped at certain curl of his fingers, 

“My lady?” he said into your lips, 

“Call me my name,” you said into his, 

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)..(Y/N)…(Y/N)..” he repeated softly as he kissed your cheek, then your other cheek, then your forehead, then your eyelids, nose, and finally your lips. 

You took his face into your hands, as gently as he took yours in his. You kissed him sweetly, as you pulled away you whispered “I want to make you feel good,” 

He smiled and let out a small chuckle “I feel very good,” 

You shook your head and rubbed your palm onto his tenting trousers, making him close his eyes tightly, “I want you to feel even better.” 

Your touching continued until he was grunting and bucking into your hand, “I- I have to take these off.” He said with a bit of shame as he fumbled with the strings of his trousers. You gladly helped him with a smile on your flushed face. 

As he was freed from his pants, you took him in your hand, looking at his cock. It was bigger than you had expected, and by far the prettiest one you’d seen. Most were crooked, too thin, or too wide but his was perfect. 

“Pretty thing you’ve got there,” You said with a smile as you pulled him into another kiss. 

As you did you pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, slinging your leg over his body. 

He looked flustered with your boldness but pleased. “Thank you,” he responded. 

“You’re welcome,” You said as you lined his cock, slick with precum against your entrance. His hands gripped your hips as you lowered yourself, pushing him inside of you. 

You let out the prettiest of moans from your lips as did he. 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grinded him into you, in and out. The way his cock twitched inside of you hit the soft spot in you so deliciously each time, making you moan even louder. 

You looked down at him, you ran your hand against his cheek as he looked back at you with a soft smile while moans left his lips.

The look in his eyes as he watched you squirm and whimper was a look you were not accustomed to.

All of the sudden, he pulled you down and rolled you onto your back. You were face to face, his arms wrapped around your body and yours around his. Your legs around his waist as he bucked into you, again and again. The way he did it, was as if he had done it a thousand times before. 

He moved his hands to hold your face, and his other to hold your hand. 

His thumb rubbed against your cheek, sweetly. Just before it left your cheek and trailed down your body to your cunt. Rubbing your clit in circles. 

He could feel you clenching around him, his speed picked up and his mouth returned to your nipples. But his hand never left yours. 

“I’m cuming, Podrick, I- mmhmm” You whined, only making him speed up even more. 

You felt your legs shake, your toes curl, and the pressure in your stomach snap and the warmth in your core spread around his cock. You let out the prettiest of moans as you came. You gripped his hand tightly. And he peppered your chest and your neck in kisses. “I want you to cum,” You whispered as he continued to fuck into you.

“So warm… so wet.” He whimpered against your neck, “Gods, I need you.” 

His thrusts in you became more and more erratic, you anticipated his cum filling you, you anticipated the heat that would fill you. You wanted it, badly. You smiled as you saw his face contort knowing it was coming, but he pulled out and came on the ground next to you. 

You whined a little, “I wanted it,” You said in a whisper. 

“You?-” He looked confused “You wanted it?” 

You nodded, pouting a little. 

“Why?” He asked, not being able to understand it, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to- to sully your body.” He said, sweet sentiment. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈꒱꒱

After he cleaned it up, you had gotten in bed. 

He dressed himself back in his tunic and walked over to you where you pulled him into your bed. 

He held you against his body, and you held him back. He just stared into your eyes, as he pet your cheek. He admired the way you looked against the light of the fire. His eyes trailed down your body and he saw the bruises he left from his kisses on your breasts. His thumb grazed over them as he said “I’m sorry, I-’ 

“You did nothing wrong,” You said as you gripped his face and pulled him down to kiss his lips. “Do you think your Lord misses you?” You asked jokingly. 

“I think he is too drunk to notice.” He said smiling at you, “What about your Lady?” 

“I think she was too involved in Joffrey to notice.” You said with a giggle. 

“Sleep with me tonight?” You asked softly, 

He nodded and he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

When you woke up, you were alone. 

You felt a little betrayed but you knew he had duties. 

Later that day you were ordered to check on Lord Tyrion’s injuries as the Maester was too busy to see to it himself. 

When you knocked on the door to Tyrion's chambers Bronn answered the door, he eyed you up and down, making you roll your eyes. 

“My Lord,” You said walking into Tyrion’s chambers, brushing past Bronn and avoiding his gaze. 

“Ah, the bear girl.” Tyrion said,

“(Y/N) Mormont, my Lord.” Podrick attempted to correct him, which made Bronn huff and roll his eyes. But you smiled at him, and he smiled back. 

“Yes, Podrick, I know her name. My family is holding her captive after all.” 

You smirked at his admission, ‘How’re you feeling?” You asked as you sat a leather bag of medicines and supplies on a table. 

“Oh quite pleasurable.” Tyrion said sarcastically,

You turned towards him, dropping your concerned demeanor “I need to know if it stings or itches, if it’s infected, it could spread to your eyes, you’ll go blind, it could spread to your sinuses which could make you go deaf, and if it spreads to your brain you’ll die."

“You’re a gentle flower aren’t you?” 

“Always have been. The Flower of Bear Island they called me.” You said sarcastically with crossed arms, making Tyrion huff a chuckle, “Yes and now they call me bear girl and whore, so if you could be so kind and cooperate I can see to it that you don’t die.” 

Podrick held back a smile at your strength.

“Alright, no burning, itching, or stinging. Satisfied?” Tyrion said as you sat beside him.

“Somewhat…” You said while examining the cut. 

Podricks eyes were entranced by the way your eyes darted around the Lord's scar, how you examined it with such expertise. How your eyebrows narrowed and your lips pouted slightly when you focused intensely on something. How when you wrapped a new bandage around the Lord's face you bit on your bottom lip. As he stared at your lips he thought of your first kiss, how warm and soft your lips were, he thought of your sweet taste. He wanted to grab your face and do it all over again. He was so deep into his fantasy he hadn’t even noticed Tyrion had called his name twice.  

Bronn smacked Podricks head, making him snap out of it as Tyrion repeated himself again. 

“Pod, see Lady Mormont to her chambers.” 

“Yes, my Lord.” Podrick nodded

“Oh I'm sure the lad would love that.” Bronn said as you and Podrick left the room.

Once the door to Tyrion's chamber was closed you turned to Podrick with narrowed eyes. 

“You told them?” You asked with venom.

“No, no, no I wouldn’t.” He stammered, not wanting you to believe he would do such a thing to you, “I wouldn’t. I believe I am just not very good at concealing my… interest in you.” He said softly so no one would hear. 

It made you smile. 

“I am sorry I couldn’t stay, My Lady. This morning, I couldn’t stay, Lord Tyrion would have sent someone for me.” He said softly again.

“I told you, you can call me by my name.” You said not willing to say it was alright but not willing to say it wasn’t. “Did you forget it, Podrick?” You teased him

“No, no (Y/N)” He said your name with a smile.

“Good, I thought your interest in me had finally subsided.” 

“I don’t think it could.” 

It made you smile again, 'seven hells' you thought, falling for such things.

You looked around and saw no one in the hall, you pulled him into another kiss.

NOTE:sowwy this took so long, i wuv you!

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[ohmy-zabrak]

🌙 Have this part of my wip because we need more silly Hound content 🌙

"Oh, have a cock do you?" The Hound snorts.

"I do, it's massive. Bigger than your's even."

To Bronn and Tyrion's surprise...the Hound giggles. "Let's see it then."

The sound of rustling blankets through the wall.

"No, he's shy," Lady Alice says. "Knock it off, you're scaring him!" She giggles.

The sounds of wrestling.

"There's no cock here-"

Alice yelps but it turns into a moan.

[lumillsie]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ game of thrones masterlist. ੈ✩‧₊˚

╰┈➤ robb stark, sansa stark, jon snow, daenerys targaryen, jaime lannister, margaery tyrell, cersei lannister, ramsay bolton, tywin lannister, tyrion lannister, joffrey baratheon, theon greyjoy, viserys targaryen, oberyn martell, bronn of the blackwater, edmure tully, ygritte

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ robb stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

tba.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sansa stark. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jon snow. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ daenerys targaryen. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ jaime lannister. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ margaery tyrell. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cersei lannister. ੈ✩‧₊˚

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Ser Bronn of the Blackwater could do unimaginable things to me AND I CANT BELIEVE THAT THERE ARE SO FEW FANFICS OF THIS HANDSOME, SEXY AND FUNNY MAN

I WOULD DO ANYTHING IN MY POWER TO GET HIM HIS CASTLE IF THAT MEANT SOME ALONE TIME WITH POOKIE😻🤭

Go and write fanfic's ya'll...

GYAT DAYUM😻😻😻🤤 That should've been me right there...😔

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Yay your requests are open again!! :) if you are still doing game of thrones requests. Could you possibly right about some of the characters defending you against any disrespect or question of your character?

I love this request! Thanks so much for sending it in! 

Jaime - Jaime would fight to defend your honor. Not necessarily to the death but he would make a huge show of fighting in your place to make sure that no one ever disrespects you again. He knows you’d be scared to defend yourself so he’s happy to do it for you.

Sandor - Sandor would kill any man that dares disrespect you. He wouldn’t bother to talk or negotiate with them. The moment that a disrespectful word about you comes out of their mouth he’s slicing their throat. He would make sure you’re never disrespected again. 

Petyr - Petyr would engage in a battle of wits with whoever is stupid enough to talk badly about his girl. He would always wins as his opponent is woefully underprepared in terms of intelligence. Petyr would end the fight with a grin, knowing he’s defended you well. 

Jon - Jon wouldn’t want to start a fight over it. He would know that it’s for the best to be the better people and walk away rather than fighting about it. Of course he’d want to fight for you but he thinks it’s best to leave the whole situation alone and be with you instead.

Robb - Robb would start a fight with anyone that disrespects you. He wouldn’t want to do permanent damage to your verbal assailant but he would definitely prove that he’ll come to your aid every time. He would be sure to give you lots of praise and love when he’s done.

Tywin - Tywin wouldn’t personally kill whoever it is but he’d make sure that they disappear for good. He’d never want you to have to face them ever again. Anything that brings you discomfort or unhappiness has no place in your world. So he makes them go away. 

Bronn - Bronn wouldn’t give a shit about the person that disrespects you. That’s not to say he doesn’t care. He just doesn’t care about their opinion. He’d much rather spend time making sure that you feel loved and taken care of than fighting someone he doesn’t care about.

Jorah - Jorah would immediately usher you away from whoever it was that disrespected you and shower you with love and affection. He would want you to completely forget about that person so that all you can remember is his undying adoration and love for you. 

Ramsay - Ramsay would happily torture the person that disrespected you. He would make you sit and watch as he tears them limb from limb so that you know that he’ll always defend and take care of you. It’s his sick twisted way of showing you that he adores you.

Stannis - Stannis is a king. No one disrespects his girl and gets away with it. However he is also a just king. He would throw them in a dungeon to spend the rest of their days rotting away, thinking about the way that they disrespected you and facing the consequences.

Oberyn - Oberyn would get so pissed. You’d have to hold him back to keep him from stabbing the person that disrespected you. However, he wouldn’t because he knows it would displease you. No matter what he wants to make sure that you’re happy and taken care of.

Dany - Dany would be completely enraged. She would bring the guilty party before her and she would have her dragons burn them to death. She would never want to have to look on that piece of garbage again and she wouldn’t want you to have to either. 

Brienne - Brienne wants to be the bigger person. She would end up giving the person one swift punch, knocking them out with a single hit. That would be the extent of her rage and then she would lead you away by the hand, giving you a kiss and telling you she loves you.

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8 - We're Family Now and Always

Picture Aemma in the gif as Rhaella Targaryen

Part 9

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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The two guards posted outside my mothers bed chamber door opened it allowing me and Jaime to walk inside the room before they were shut quickly behind us. Sitting at the foot of her bed my mother was laid upright against the pillows after the Maester had put her on strict bed rest for the last few months of her pregnancy. “How are you doing this morning, mother?”

“I’ve been better - ohh. Ser Jaime come and sit with us. You don’t have to guard the door while there’s two outside the door.” My mother groaned, lifting her hand waving the golden knight over.

He lightly shook his head no. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t be right, my queen.”

“Are you defying an order from your queen?” I turned around slightly to face him, sending him a glare.

Jaime bent his head down eyeing his boots crossing the room and sitting across from me looking at my mother when he spoke to her. “My apologies, my queen. What do you need me to do for you?”

“Give me your hand.” She commands him and when he does she opens her right fist dropping a small object into his palm.

He closed his palm and opened it when he had his hand near his chest allowing me to see whatever it was. “My queen, what is this?”

“The wedding ring Ser Hasty gave to me. We were never allowed to wed as you both know but that doesn't mean you two cannot be.”

Hanging my mouth opened I was almost out of words. “Mother, I - I don't know what to say.”

“My queen, that is very generous of you but there's one big problem. I'm a Kingsguard forbidden from marriage or inherent.” Jaime eyed the ring that had one simple jewel in the center and some lines engraved on the sides but it was still a very simple ring, the object in question wasn't the problem for us.

Rhaella eyed the knight beside me. “Don’t tell me you two haven't thought about it. I know you two love one another.”

“Mother, it's just - we're not allowed to by law.”

She cut me off shortly. “Do you think that your brother cared about the law when he told me he was going to marry Lyanna Stark?”

“He told you about that. I - I thought he only told me out of fear that anyone else would inform our father.” I gasped realizing that of course he would tell her after all she was our mother.

She nodded her head slowly yes with a smile playing on her lips. “He’s getting married to her in a fortnight. You and Jaime should join them in Dorne. I may not be able to watch you marry but at least I can have a part in making it happen.”

I grinned in her direction when Jaime slipped the ring on my left finger, greatly that his mother’s friend approved of the relationship he had built with her daughter. “Thank you, my queen. I will do the best I can to be the husband your daughter deserves when we do get married.”

“Call me Rhaella please. We’ll be family someday.” My mother grasped his freehand on her own and we allowed for that comfortable silence between our family just enjoying the moment.

“Have you thought of the baby's name yet?”

She lowered her gaze. “I've been very occupied with simply carrying the infant in my womb. You'll understand one day when you have children.”

I lightly threw my hands up in disbelief that she hadn't settled on a name yet. “I can't believe this right now.”

She asked me clicking her tongue throwing out a name. “Daenys, perhaps?”

Shaking my head no in disagreement I knew that name didn’t seem right for my baby sister. “Nah, that’s not right.”

“What would you name the baby if I allowed you to?” Rhaella laughed at my response.

I clicked my tongue and got a better name to come to mind. “Daenerys.” My mother kindly smile back at me agreeing how the name sounded from my mouth settling on that would be her name.

Silently staring at Tyrion while he slept it had been weeks since he had woken up from the battle against Stannis. Sitting in a chair at his bedside I flipped through pages of one of his books until I had heard him groan as he blinked his eyes responding with a groggy voice. “Vae - is there any wine?”

“How about we get some water in you first before you get any alcohol.”

He grumbled some noises in complaint but drank the cup I had given him nonetheless shifting his body so he was laying up against the pillows more. “Please give me wine now?”

“In a while. The Maester said you need more water. You're dehydrated and that cut needs to heal.”

Tyrion’s green eyes scanned over me, noticing a chain necklace hanging down on the inside of my dress that he hadn’t seen before or had just forgotten about. “What's that necklace for? I - I don't remember you wearing one.”

“Oh right.” I realized that he wouldn't know considering I only wore it when I was asleep alone in my chamber but forgot to take it off this morning. “It’s from my mother. She gave it to your brother when she told us to follow my brother Rhaegar and get married as well.”

Tyrion weakly smiles. “So you’re my sister in law now?”

“Only around you and Jaime. The rest of the world doesn’t even know I exist, remember, the only Targaryen to walk the seven Kingdoms alive.”

He corrected my words instantly. “You're not the only Targaryen, Vaella.”

“Yes I am. My brother's and sister were slaughtered on the battlefield or on the orders of Tywin Lannister.”

The dwarf before me that I sometimes couldn't look at when he joined me and Jaime for drinks spoke the secret he had been keeping from me. “That’s what the world was told to believe. But it's not true. There have been whispers from across the Narrow Sea that a Targaryen girl still lives, along with three baby dragons.” He could never imagine what it must be like for me. Yet he knew that I didn't like him very much because he and Cersei were Jaime’s siblings, they were still alive while mine weren't.

“Daenys alive.”

He nodded his head slowly yes. “It's not for certain. But it is very much possible.”

“What about my other brother Viserys?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “I'll have to find out at the next small council meeting.”

“I can't believe this. I'm not - I thought I was alone and now I'm not.” Getting up from my chair I paced around the room feeling so many emotions running through me. Not all my siblings were dead and maybe one day I wouldn't be the only Targaryen in this city. Throwing my hands up in the air I cheered until my stomach felt queasy and I called towards the door. “Sansa!”

“Sansa?” Tyrion knitted his brows together.

The chamber door got bursted open and the auburn hair flew across the room holding my hair back when I bent over puking into Tyrion’s chamber pot. “I’m coming!” She had basically been following me since the night I had told her who I truly was.

“Lady Stark, do you know why she’s puking?” He asked her.

She shook her head no before I lifted my head up wiping my hand across my mouth sitting at the foot of his bed feeling exhausted from what had just occurred. “She knows I’m a Targaryen. The reason I’m throwing up I don’t know.”

“Vaella, I’m going to ask this one time. Do you still have your maiden hood?” He softly asked me, seeing my response as a head shake of no. “Podrick! Bring me Maester Pycelle.”

Pycelle, the old Maester that had served under my father’s command and many other Targaryens entered the room being escorted in by Bronn. “You wished to see me, my lord.”

“I need you to examine Clarrise here to see if she’s pregnant.” Bronn stood guard at the door, sword already in hand when Tyrion delivered his very serious threat. “And if you tell anyone about this I will have Bronn take your cock.”

Maester Pycelle had me do quite a few different exams before he found the answer asking me a simple question. “When was the last time you’ve bled?”

“It’s been a few weeks. Why?”

He corrected me. “Try about three months, my lady.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“You’re pregnant.” The Maester focuses his attention directly onto me with Tyrion and Sansa sitting on either side of me waiting for the news.

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Spilled Wine (NSFW)

Word count: 2756

Character(s): Bronn of the Blackwater

Reader: Female Lannister reader

Warning(s): NSFW / 🔥🔥🔥 / Eventual Smut / Age Gap (Reader is of age) / Oral Sex (M & F Receiving) / Drinking / Vulgar Language

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(AN: I literally cannot find that many Bronn fics so I decided fuck it I'll write my own. Also I can’t remember exactly how it all went when Tyrion made it back to kings landing, cause I watched that ages ago, so just ignore any mistakes in the plot 😂)

News of Tyrions arrival back at Kings Landing was music to your ears, you’d spent more than enough time trying to converse with your older sister Cersei but it wasn't the same. The banter you had with your younger brother Tyrion was far more interesting than whatever twisted drama Cersei had to offer.

You got on with Cersei yes but when you heard Tyrions voice passing by your door as your Handmaiden helped you get ready for a great feast at his return you couldn't help but grin and hold back your urge to rush just to go and see him. When you were dressed you dismissed your handmaiden and quickly headed to the hall with your assigned guard in toe to try and catch up to your brother before he was bombarded by the rest of your family and friends.

As you enter the room you see a small crowd of knights stood with your brother, along with a man you’d never seen before. Quickly approaching the youngest Lannister you clear your throat. “How rude of you to pass by my chambers without saying hello little brother.”

“Ah here she is, this beautiful creature is my older sister. Lady Y/N.” Tyrion says making you roll your eyes.

“Oh Tyrion how I’ve missed your compliments.” You say with a smile. 

“I’m sure you have sister. Let me introduce you to this handsome man. This is Bronn of the Blackwater, he is the one who helped me on my travels.” Tyrion says motioning to the dark haired man who was currently eyeing you up and down as though you were some rare creature.

“Well Bronn, I’d like to thank you for bringing my brother home safely. Though I'm sure his endless talking made you want to throw him out of a window.”

“Aye my Lady, it had its ups and downs. Though it’s nice to see his tales of your beauty are true.” He replies and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks turning them a nice shade of red.

“Well my brother may be a liar at times and spin a false tale or two but I’m glad to look as you expected.”

“If you two don’t mind.” Tyrion interrupts. “I am starving and in need of some food and wine to fill my belly.”

“Of course brother, will you be joining us Bronn?”

“Aye, I could do with a drink.”

Instead of sitting at the main table with you and the rest of his family Tyrion sat amongst the crowd of knights with Bronn at his side. The pair shared tales of their travel to anyone who would listen whilst drinking and eating though Bronns chatter seemed to falter here and there as though he was distracted.

Tyrion looked to his new friend when he drifted off mid reply to some trivial question and gave a knowing smirk at the sight of the Sellsword gazing over to you. He knew that after the countless stories he’d shared about his older siblings Bronn would most definitely be eager to see you in person.

“You like her.” Tyrion said nudging Bronn almost making him spill his wine.

“She’s nice.” Bronn replies quickly.

“Nice enough to bed?”

“She’s your sister.” Bronn replies sharply. “And a lady. Doesn't she have some rich lord waiting for her hand in marriage?”

“That normally wouldn't stop you.” Tyrion said with a laugh then continued. “She was intended to be wed, though her future husband was killed in a battle so now she waits until our father finds her a new suitor. I’m sure she won't mind having her bed warmed for the night by the man who brought her beloved little brother home safely.”

Bronn laughed nervously and downed his wine before signalling for the cup-bearer to fill it up again. Throughout the night Bronn watched from his seat next to Tyrion as you ate, drank and then stood and chatted to your Handmaiden and some of your friends at the back of the room.

“It’s getting late, why don’t you escort my sister back to her chambers? I’m sure she could do with being rescued from the other lords in the room.”

“If that’s what my lord wishes.” Bronn finishes his drink and stands from the table which he has to hold onto momentarily as all the wine he’d drank hits him. When Bronn walked towards you and your friends he looked around nervously when he saw the small group of women looking to him before they muttered something to you. “My lady-” Bronn began as he approached you but when you turned and your eyes met his you grinned and interrupted him.

“Oh Bronn, come dance with me. I’m tired of hideous lords wanting to spin me round the room.” You say and refuse to wait for an answer. Instead you take hold of one of Bronns calloused hands and drag him through the crowd to the centre of the room and pull him towards you as you hold his hand and rest your other on his ribs.

The rhythm is uplifting and you can’t help but giggle as Bronn fumbles to keep up with you. “My lady. Your brother has asked that I escort you back to your chambers.” Bronn says when he finally finds his footing and dances with you in time to the music. His hand is holding yours tightly whilst his other is resting on your waist.

“Is that so?” You ask with a slight slur and quickly shift your gaze to your little brother who smirks and winks at you before downing the rest of the wine in his mug.

“Yes m’lady, he said to rescue you from the stuck-up cunt lords trying to ask you to dance.” He says in annoyance making you laugh at his choice of words.

“I assume some of those are your own words and not my brothers.” You say and he shrugs. When the song finishes and switches to that of a slower rhythm you stop dancing. “Escort me back to my chambers then. If my brother commands it.”

Bronn immediately turns and releases your hand allowing you to slip your arm around his and hold his bicep as he walks you through the crowd of lords and ladies that littered the room. You slipped out of the room, managing to avoid the prying eyes of your sister and her children, and walk down the corridor away from the loud music and chattering.

You walked with Bronn in silence down the corridor and further away from the celebration. The night air hits you both as you pass by the open windows of the corridor. “You’re a quiet one aren't you.” You say breaking the silence as you near your chambers.

“I’m a better listener than a talker.”

“A good quality for a man, I can’t tell you the amount of times I've been approached by lords who can never shut the fuck up.” You say and Bronn laughs.

“I imagine it’s more times than you can remember.”

“Most likely yes. All part of being an unmarried woman I suppose.” You sigh as you reply though Bronn does not add a comment. Soon you were standing outside of your chambers and looking up to the taller man as you relate your arm from around his. “Would you like to come in for a drink, as a thank you for returning my brother back in one piece? I think you deserve to try a more expensive wine than that served at the feast.”

“If that would please you m’lady then I will share a drink with you.”

Opening your door you step inside and head over to your table where a fresh jug of wine sits in the centre along with some goblets and lit candles to decorate. Bronn sits down at the table opposite you and watches with intense eyes as you pour two cups of wine and slide one over to him before taking a sip from your own.

��What do you make of it?” You ask watching as Bronn takes sip after sip of the liquid.

He gulps down the rest of it and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before putting the cup down on the hard surface of the table. “It’s the best wine I've ever tasted.”

“I’m glad you like it. Care for some more?” You ask taking the jug into your hands as you re-fill your cup. Bronn nods and watches as you move around the table towards him, bending at the waist ever so slightly to pour the expensive liquid into his cup. Your breasts threaten to spill from the top of your dress and Bronn can feel his breaches growing tighter as he blatantly stares at your chest.

“See something you like?” You ask when you catch Bronn staring. His eyes don’t move from your chest as you expected that they would, if it had been anyone else they would be fighting to look anywhere but your exposed skin but Bronn continued to keep his gaze fixed on the area at the top of your dress.

“Aye, I see two things I like.” His eyes flick up to your face and he smirks before taking a sip from his cup.

You place the jug on the table and swallow down a mouthful of wine before putting your cup down and moving over to the Sellsword. Bronn watches with eager eyes as you lift your dress up to straddle his thighs and plant yourself on his lap with your chest directly in his face. His hands quickly move to your waist whilst your own wrap around the back of his neck. You can feel the twitch of his cock pressing through his trousers and against your pussy.

“You’re a bold lady aren't you?” He questions making you smirk as his blue eyes look up to catch yours.

“I’m a lady who knows what she wants.” You say and before he can reply you press your lips against his. Bronn grabs your ass and pulls you closer against his body as he stands and slams you down onto the table, the force causing the jug and cups to fall and shatter on the floor below. “That was expensive wine.” You complain after hearing the pottery breaking and rich wine spilling onto the concrete.

“Fuck the wine you can buy more, there’s something else I'd rather taste anyway.” Tugging your dress and under-garments up Bronn pushes you down onto the table and kisses the insides of your thighs that are now hooked over his shoulders before diving his tongue between your labia. The Sellsword works his tongue like magic, licking and sucking exactly how you like it which has you clawing and arching against the table as you cum.

Giving a rough tug to his hair you pull him away from your privates and jump off the edge of the table to kiss him, your juices were coating his lips and dampened his facial hair and the thought that your scent would be embedded in his moustache for days drove him mad. Bronn unsheathes one of his knives from his belt and turns you around so he can slice the intricate lacing on the back of your dress. The sharp blade cuts through the knots with ease and the tip of the blade delicately grazes your back until Bronn returns his knife to its holster.

Turning back around you kiss Bronn again and the pair of you fight to undress one another whilst crossing the room to your bed. You can hear the ripping of fabric as he tears the dress from your body before pulling his own shirt over his head whilst you unlace his breaches to free his cock. Pulling away from his lips you quickly drop to your knees despite Bronns grip trying to stop you. “A lady shouldn’t be kneeling for a Sellsword.” He says with panted breaths.

“A lady can kneel for whoever she pleases.” You reply with a smirk as you unlace his trousers and free his cock.

Bronn looks down at you as you take his cock into your hand and begin to stroke it until it’s standing fully erect. Gathering saliva in your mouth you wrap your lips around the tip and suck it making Bronn groan and push a hand through your hair. The girth of his cock makes your mouth ache as you stretch your lips around the shaft to accommodate him. 

“Never had a noble lady on her knees for me before. Think I can get used to this.” He sighs with a lazy smile as he watches you with hooded eyes whilst you suck his cock. When Bronn is close to cumming he begrudgingly drags you up from your kneeling position and throws you onto the bed against your pillows with little to no effort. You lay with closed legs watching him as he removes his boots and trousers to join you in the centre of the bed.

Bronn kisses one of your knees and slowly pushes his hands between your legs, opening them just enough so he can kiss his way up to your thighs until he reaches your pussy again. “Best cunt I've ever tasted, better than any wine I've ever tasted too.” He says between lapping deep strokes against your clit with his tongue.

You moan as he sucks your clit causing jolts of pleasure to hit you. “Come here.” You say grabbing at his sculpted arms and Bronn happily moves to kiss you once more as he hovers over you. His dick is thick and dripping with pre-cum as he grinds it between your folds and against your clit. “I take it you’re not a maiden.” He says taking ahold of his cock and tucking it at your entrance.

“Unfortunately no, though I hope that’s not off-putting.”

“Never, means I don’t have to be gentle with you.” He pushes into you, the stretch his cock gives makes you fight back a scream of pleasure. He continues pushing into you until his cock is fully sheathed in-between your sopping walls though before you have time to adjust he begins pounding into you.

“F-Fuck.” You stutter as you dig your nails into his back making him grunt. Bronn watches with pride at how your face contorts with pleasure while he hammers into you at a brutal pace. His hips slam against your body and he reaches a hand up to hold your face and kiss you whilst his other is braced at the side of your head to keep him from collapsing on you.

“You ever been fucked like this before?” He asks whilst pressing his forehead against yours.

“No, never.” You moan. “Best fuck I've ever had.” Your blissful smile makes Bronn smirk with confidence and soon he has you cumming around his cock. Your walls constrict around him and he knows he has to fight the urge to pump his cum in you. Instead Bronn opts to pull out and plaster your belly and tits with thick white ropes of his seed.

With a moan and a grunt Bronn jerks his cock until it’s drained. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to your lips where he eagerly kisses you as he had done before. “Let me get a cloth m’lady. Can’t be leaving you in this state can we.” He says and moves from on top of you to go to your attaches washroom and retrieve a damp cloth.

Bronn takes his time wiping his seed from your body as well as delicately cleaning between your legs before wiping himself and returning the cloth to the other room. When he re-enters he sees that you’ve turned onto your side and pulled the covers over your naked body. He crosses the room and leans over to kiss you once more. “Goodnight Bronn, thank you again for saving my brother.” You say softly, voice clearly full of exhaustion.

“Goodnight m’lady.” He smiles, revelling in the fact that he knows you’re going to be struggling to walk in the morning. Bronn dresses quickly and leaves your chambers after peering out of the room and checking that the hallways were clear from any prying eyes. Unbeknownst to him Tyrion had been passing the end of the corridor when he saw the Sellsword leaving your chambers, he smirked at the sight of his friend closing your door and taking off in the opposite direction.

[vampirepirates]

THE LONG WINTER — SANDOR CLEGANE.

Masterlist:

author's note + cast list

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN – THE NIGHT LANDS.

if i get too close,           and i'm not how you hoped,

forgive my nothern attitude. oh, i was

raised out in the cold.

"The boar's great tusks, they boded ill for good King Robert's health. And the beast was every bit as fat as Robert was himself. But our brave king cried 'Do your worst! I'll have your ugly head. You're nowhere near as murderous as the lion in my bed.' King Robert lost his battle, and he failed his final test. The lion ripped his balls off and the boar did all the rest."

Slow claps echoed through the room as King Joffrey beamed. Sansa did not do so much as bristle at Lyarra's side, causing her to reach out and grasp her hand. She squeezed once, before turning her gaze back to the scene. Sandor stood just behind the throne, adorned in the armor of a Kingsguard. It was almost unsettling to see him in something other than his normal suit of chain.

"Very amusing! Isn't it a funny song?" Joffrey asked the room, still grinning from ear to ear. He carried on for only a minute longer, before the bard stood to apologize. "Tell me, which do you favor? Your fingers or your tongue?"

Sansa gaped at the question, turning to Lyarra in horror. She only shook her head, squeezing her hand once more — though, whether the action was more comforting to her or Sansa she was not certain.

"Every man needs hands, Your Grace."

"Good! Tongue it is."

Ser Ilyn Payne, the same man who took her brother's head, approached from the shadows then. Sansa moved to turn away, but Lyarra only grasped onto her shoulders — keeping her facing forward. If Joffrey noticed her turning from him, it would likely further enrage him. Instead, the two watched as the bard's tongue was sliced off, thrown into the flames like a piece of kindling. Joffrey stood then, removing his crown and handing it off to Sandor.

Before she could collect herself, he — alongside Sandor and Meryn Trant, made their way to the pair.

"You look quite nice," He stated in greeting, carefully ignoring Lyarra's stare. Sansa, with bloodshot eyes covered by thick bags only nodded.

"Thank you, My Lord."

"Your Grace. I'm King now."

With a sharp glare, Joffrey walked ahead — meeting Lyarra's eyes for only a moment. He bid the pair to follow him. Sandor stopped in front of Sansa, keeping his gaze trained on Lyarra.

"Do as you're bid, child." He snapped, though his voice held no true venom. Sansa shook in Lyarra's arms, as the two followed after him. Joffrey was eerily silent until they reached their destination, a fact that had her pulse jumping each second. Once they'd turned a corner, Lyarra was met with not only blinding sunlight — but the sight of numerous decapitated heads. Instinctually she shot forward — covering her niece's eyes as the girl began to cry.

"Your Grace," Lyarra started, but was silenced just as quickly by a dangerous glare.

"Let her look. Let her see what happens to traitors," He bit, wobbling on his feet when Lyarra made no move to heed his word. She felt someone grip her shoulders harshly, the pain flooding through her at once. She knew instantly that it wasn't Sandor's touch.

"You promised to be merciful," Sansa cried, still buried in her aunt's arms. Ser Meryn pressed his fingers into the blade of her shoulder at that moment, and it took everything in Lyarra to not cry out.

"I was. I gave him a clean death." Joffrey stated, glancing back to his work. Lyarra carefully avoided the sight of her brother, instead training her gaze on the King. He raised his head once more, growing evidently impatient at their lack of cooperation. "I said, let her look."

"Your Grace, please. We won't be any trouble. We won't commit any act of treason. Just let her go home."

"Mother says I'm still to marry her, so she'll stay here and obey. And you," He paused, looking down her figure. "Well, you're too old for a husband, aren't you? A pitiful thing. Maybe you'll be the next head in my collection."

Sansa's head snapped up then as she pushed out of Lyarra's grasp, tears now raining down her cheeks. She wearily obeyed his command, pulling her gaze to the sight of her father's head. Lyarra swallowed before doing the same, Meryn Trant's fingers still pressing into her skin. She did her best not to stumble backwards at the sight, but she did look away just as quickly. Sansa, however, did not once blink — nor tear her gaze away.

"How long do I have to look?" The girl questioned, and Lyarra felt her heart stalling.

"As long as it pleases me." Joffrey almost seemed to gape at her resignation as Sansa once again agreed. He began pointing to the various heads. Septa Mordane, Jory. Every member of their house, one after the other. Lyarra wasn't certain how long the boy trailed on — rather, she couldn't keep her eyes from her niece. Sansa's stare was no longer one of fear, but hate. Lyarra felt herself growing both increasingly concerned — and proud all at once. Sansa was not made for this life. She deserved to be a lady — to dream of better days, to eat lemoncakes with her friends as they discussed Knights. Before this, if there was one person she had not been expecting to acclimate so quickly — it was Sansa.

"I tell you what, I'll give you both a present. After I raise my armies and kill your traitorous family, I'm going to give you each of their heads as well."

"Or maybe they'll give us yours." Sansa retorted, never once pulling her stare from the heads. Lyarra gaped, moving quickly to defend her niece as the King bristled.

"Forgive her, Your Grace, traitor or not — her father was killed before her own eyes. It's not an easy thing to accept," Lyarra attempted, but Joffrey's eyes only grew more vengeful by the minute. He furrowed his brow, stepping backwards to brush his robe.

"My mother tells me a king should never strike his lady. Ser Meryn," At once, he took his hands off of Lyarra — twisting Sansa to him. He struck her before she could do so much as blink, twice across her face until blood was dribbling down her lip. As he moved to settle himself once more, an idea seemed to come to the King's mind. "Her bitch of an aunt, too. Show her what happens when you disgrace a king."

Just as quickly, he was at her side. With two fists to the gut, and one slap across her cheek — Lyarra forced herself to stand upright. Ser Meryn, seemingly content with his work, stepped back to Sandor's side. She found herself carefully avoiding his eye, instead clutching her stomach as she turned back to Sansa. Sansa was approaching the king steadily, and she realized with horror what her niece was intending to do. In only a step, she'd be close enough to push Joffrey to his death. They'd be killed just after the boy fell, but the realm would be safe from Joffrey Baratheon's reign. Before she could get close enough, Sandor dashed forward — twisting Sansa to him as he wiped her lip with a handkerchief.

Sandor Clegane was becoming increasingly gentle with the Stark girls, it seemed. She found warmth struggling to bleed into her heart, as she only clutched tighter to her stomach.

"I do hope you'll obey now. The next time you step out of line, it's her head," Joffrey pointed to Lyarra, nodding with emphasis. She did not do so much as stumble, but never once pulled her eyes from the king. "that you'll see on a spike." He stepped away then, promising to look for Sansa in court. Ser Meryn followed suit, never once looking back at the pair. Sandor glanced at the retreating form of the King before turning back to Lyarra and Sansa.

He reached to take the handkerchief from Sansa's grip in an almost delicate manner, gripping Lyarra's chin in his hands just as he had before. All the while, he never broke her stare — his eyes carrying a message with more weight than she knew how to decipher. He ran the cloth over her lip, and Lyarra had to force herself not to lean into the touch. Sandor had been kind to her the past few days. More than he needed to be. Now was not a good time to think only of that, and not of the fact that he was still Joffrey Baratheon's dog.

He glanced down to the hand clutching her stomach, his gaze carrying a question — but she only waved him off, straightening herself to the best of her ability.

"Save yourself some pain, girl. Give him what he wants." He directed to Sansa, who only blinked. Sandor reached to grab Lyarra's hand, placing the handkerchief in it and closing her fingers around it. He held onto her for only a moment longer before pulling away, following after the king.

Once Lyarra was certain they were alone, she shot forward — pulling Sansa to her. As the girl began to weep in her arms, she placed her chin on the top of her head. It was then, that she properly took in the sight of her brother. Eddard Stark's eyes held none of his usual warmth, nor his knowing mirth. He was pale, empty. His mouth gaping with dried blood coating his cheeks.

All things considered, Lyarra was not certain how much longer she would survive in King's Landing without him at her side.

Each night after that Lyarra either snuck out to Petyr's brothel just after night fell, or she slept in Sansa's chambers. Some nights Aianna would stay up with her, if only to placate her in the slightest. Those nights, Lyarra refused to speak about herself. She only wanted to know more about Aianna. Each time, it was a struggle to get more than a few words out of her. Even still, she was just grateful to have one wholly good person in her life still. More than once she accompanied her to Sansa's chambers, only leaving once the two settled for sleep.

The nights that she spent in the brothel were more often than not consistent of her sitting in Petyr's study while he worked. His presence alone should have been comforting. All her life she longed to be back at his side, and thought as long as she had her closest friend with her — everything would be alright. Only, now, she felt a wave of tension bleed through her at the sight of him. She was waiting for the second shoe to drop, for something to hit her. Something that never seemed to happen.

One of the girls under his employment, Ros, had taken to sitting with her throughout the night. She'd seen the girl before, back in Winterfell. More than once, she had been at Theon's side — though, that was not something altogether surprising. The thought of the Greyjoy boy gave her pause. Lyarra could only wonder where he'd ended up. No doubt, he wouldn't leave Robb's side for anything. The two had been close for years. Closer than brothers.

Ros was witty, and easy to keep up with. Her charms were numerous. Once, Petyr seemed to marvel at the sight of them together — entering the room with, 'Ah, now there are my two favorite girls.' She was gladdened at once to have the girl in King's Landing. At the very least, she had another ally.

Petyr had offered her a room more than once, claiming that she could stay for as long as she liked. One night, when he was escorting her to the room — she could no longer hold back her tears. A dam broke, and at once she was all but sobbing in his embrace. His touch wasn't delicate, but it was caring. She could feel Petyr's love, and yet the lack of warmth was noticeable. She wanted to burrow further into his chest, to become one with him until she could feel him as well as she felt herself. Lyarra felt as if she could understand Petyr better than anyone she'd ever met, and yet she couldn't decipher his feelings for her. Some nights he would stare at her as if she'd hung the stars, as if he couldn't help but marvel at his own love for her. Other nights, she was almost a stranger to him. As if they were nothing more than good friends.

In a way, it was a polarizing difference from what she had come to expect from him. Lyarra had never felt such love for anyone else as she did for him. It was muddled within the word, the true meaning cracking in viridescent flickers. Was it love? Undoubtably. But was it romantic? Therein lied the question. There was a time that she wanted to be Petyr's wife. That if she needed to marry a man, she would will it to be him. Now, the thought of his hands on her made her sick — made her gut twist in discomfort.

Lyarra had no reason to distrust the man. Not after all he had done for her. And yet, something in her told her to think better of his advances. A voice, almost reminiscent of Varys, reminded her that no one was to be trusted. Not even the ones she loved most.

On the morning of King Joffrey's nameday, the sound of horns echoed so fiercely that Lyarra fell right out of her bed. The entire kingdom seemed prepared to celebrate the occasion. She and Sansa were to accompany the royal family to the festivities. Sansa would sit at Joffrey's side, as expected considering she was his bride-to-be, while Lyarra sat only a few feet away to her left. Sandor was the first to take part in the king's jousting tournament — adorned with his hound shaped helm.

As quickly as he raised his weapon, the fight was over. His opponent was thrown over the side of the platform they'd been fighting on, leaving Sandor standing tall — raising a shield with the Clegane sigil.

"Well struck. Well struck, dog!" Joffrey cheered, clapping with glee at the open carnage. Lyarra felt her stomach flip, but she couldn't help the slight wave of relief that bled through her at the victory. She knew better than to doubt him, but it wracked her nerves nonetheless. "Did you like that?" The king questioned, tilting his head in the direction of the fallen corpse. Sansa nodded at once.

"It was well struck, Your Grace."

"I already said it was well struck."

"Yes, Your Grace."

At once, another joust was prepared — the body of the fallen man being dragged away, leaving a trail of blood. Two men were announced, but only one came running out. After a moment of silence stretched through the area, a man came running down the steps — clumsily wobbling on his feet. The king quickly questioned if he was drunk, to which the man — Dontos, replied that he'd only had two cups of wine.

"Two cups? That's not much at all. Please, have another cup."

"Are you sure, Your Grace?"

"Yes. To celebrate my name day. Have two. Have as much as you like."

Ser Dontos seemed to beam at the notion, bowing his head in recognition. Lyarra hardly noticed Sandor approaching to stand at her left, only coming to realize it once he was blocking her direct line of sight.

"Ser Meryn, help Ser Dontos celebrate my name day. See that he drinks his fill."

Meryn Trant stalked over to the man, grabbing him with ease as he lowered him to the ground. Just as quickly Dontos' smile appeared, it vanished. Instead, the man was oozing with terror. They intended to pour wine down his throat, no doubt until he choked on it.

"You can't," Sansa exclaimed, causing Lyarra to curse under her breath.

"What did you say? Did you say I can't?"

"She only meant," Lyarra interrupted, leaning forward to place a hand on Sansa's shoulder — "it would be bad luck to kill a man on your name day."

"What kind of stupid peasant superstition—" Joffrey started, but was quickly cut off by a gruff voice from behind the group.

"She's right. What a man sows on his name day, he reaps all year." Sandor chimed in, nodding in agreement. Lyarra fought against her better judgement to shoot him a grateful smile, instead only meeting his eyes with what she could only hope was a strong enough glance to convey her message.

Joffrey sighed before resigning himself in agreement, waving for the man to be brought to the dungeons. Sansa, however, was not pleased — and continued to argue in Ser Dontos' favor.

"He is a fool, you're so clever to see it. He'll make a much better fool than a knight. He doesn't deserve the mercy of a quick death." Her words seemed to give the king pause, as he rubbed the tips of his fingers together contemplatively. Anyone could see that the boy was no idiot. He was vindictive, but he thought of his actions before he went through with them.

"Did you hear my lady, Ser Dontos? From this day, you'll be my new fool."

Ser Dontos was carried away by the crook of his elbows then, his feet dragging across the stone. Lyarra sat back with a resounding, but silent sigh. For only a moment she allowed herself to meet Sandor's gaze, the two sharing a message with only their eyes alone. Sansa was becoming increasingly good at wrangling the king's fury into something manageable. With Sandor coming to her aid, there was a chance that they could make it through the lion's den almost unscathed.

"My beloved nephew!" A voice called, and at once Lyarra sat straight — both hope and confusion bleeding through her. Tyrion Lannister came marching through the crowd, adorned with Lannister armor — with a man that Lyarra did not recognize in tow. Half a dozen thoughts flew through her mind at once. The last she saw Tyrion, he was an ally — a friend, even. The two drank their sorrows away together. She defended him to her brother and his wife more than once, just before Lady Catelyn had taken him captive. Not only that, but he was the last man to see her son with his own eyes. His presence would either prove to be a gift from the gods, or yet another blight on her life.

Tyrion took his time greeting each of the members of his family, even going on to say that Joffrey's little brother — Tommen — would grow to be bigger than The Hound, as well as more attractive. Sandor grumbled behind her, causing Tyrion to cackle as he pointed out that Sandor didn't care for him to the man at his side. Once he passed the king, he came to a stop in front of Sansa.

"My lady, I'm sorry for your loss." He bowed his head once, before turning to Lyarra herself. She could hardly control the wild grin that pulled across her lips, one that Tyrion met in equal ferocity. His gaze carried the same solemn weight that they had only moments prior when addressing her niece, but Tyrion seemed almost gladdened at her presence. He moved to grab her hand in his, leaning down to place a kiss on the backside of her palm. Lyarra scoffed at the motion, pulling her hand from his grasp.

"Lyarra Stark," He started, looking over her with a consistent grin. "A lovely sight, as always. I am sorry for your loss as well. Though, I can't say I am not happy to see you." Lyarra moved to retort with a quip, before she was cut off by the king's venom.

"Her loss? Her brother," He argued, pointing then to Sansa, "her father was a confessed traitor!"

"But still family. Surely having so recently lost your own beloved father, you can sympathize," Tyrion hissed, leaning back to look down at his nephew scornfully. Joffrey turned expectantly to Sansa, before she blinked in understanding. He expected her to argue, to disgrace her own father. Lyarra had only just opened her mouth to intervene, before the girl spoke up.

"My father was a traitor. My mother and brother were traitors, too. I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey," Sansa claimed, her voice never once wavering. Joffrey turned then to Lyarra, seemingly expecting the same from her, before Tyrion chimed in once more.

"Of course you are. I see the point. Enjoy your name day, Your Grace. I wish I could stay and celebrate, but there is work to be done."

With that, Tyrion shot one more amused look in Lyarra's direction, before marching off towards the keep, the same unknown man at his side.

"What work?" The king called, his voice reminiscent of a petulant child, "Why are you here?"

Another fit of sobs wracked through Ros, as Lyarra leaned to bring the girl to her chest. Only nights prior, the city watch ransacked the town — killing children, infants, everyone they deemed fit. Rumors spiraled that they were hunting the 'supposed bastards' of Robert Baratheon. A rumor that was admittedly confirmed in Lyarra's eyes once they'd slain the same babe that she swore she'd protect. Ros wasn't handling her grief well, a fact that she couldn't blame her for. Had she seen the babe slain before her own eyes, she would be in shambles as well.

Petyr eventually stalked into the room, sitting at their side as gently as he could manage. Ros pulled away from Lyarra's embrace, sniffling as she rubbed her eyes to meet his stare.

"I'm sorry, my lord," She whispered, pulling her knees up. Lyarra rubbed her back soothingly, before thinking at once that she shouldn't be present for their conversation. As she moved to stand, Ros clutched her wrist — her gaze almost pleading. After a moment of observing their interaction, Petyr began to question the girl — in a tone that almost bordered on caring.

"It's Mhaegen," She admitted, giving the man pause. The fact that he was unsure of the names of the women under his employment was not surprising, but it had her gut churning all the same. "She works for you. The gold cloaks, they killed her baby."

"Ah, yes. That was poorly handled. Sometimes those with the most power have the least grace."

Ros took a breath, before bursting into another fit of tears. Lyarra reached out at once to lean the girl's head against her body, brushing her hand through her strings of red hair.

"I can't stop thinking about it. I can't sleep. That poor little baby."

"You know, you remind me of another girl," Petyr started, as he leaned his head against her shoulder. The touch alone caused Lyarra's nerves to spike. "A lovely thing I once acquired from a Lysene pleasure house. Beautiful, like yourself. And intelligent, like yourself. But she wasn't happy. She cried often. I asked her why but we didn't have the kind of rapport that you and I have. Yes, it was quite sad. Girls from the Lysene pleasure houses are expensive. Extremely expensive. And this one wasn't making me any money. I hate bad investments. Really, I do. They haunt me. And I had no idea how to make her happy. And no idea how to mitigate my losses. A very wealthy patron, he offered me a tremendous amount of money to let him transform this lovely sad girl, to use her in ways that would never occur to most men. And you know what occurs to most men. I would not say he succeeded in making her happy, but my losses were definitely mitigated."

Petyr pulled back, standing to move in front of Ros' direct line of sight. All the while, he avoided Lyarra's dangerous glare. "Take tonight off to mourn Mhaegen's child. Get a drink with Lyarra. Collect yourself. I'll see you tomorrow. And you'll be happy?"

Ros nodded at once, a sickening smile curling from her lips. Her eyes held no warmth, no semblance of peace. Petyr left only a moment after, taking careful precision to not meet Lyarra's stare even once. None of it had been overly surprising, by any means. She was becoming increasingly aware of what Petyr Baelish was capable of. That he was no longer the boy she knew. Ros sniffled once, before collapsing into Lyarra's side. The two sat together until the sun began to peek over the city, and even then she only brushed the girl's hair back with a soft touch. It would seem that nothing was certain in King's Landing.

"The King himself made me a lord!"

Lannister guards tugged a screaming man out of the room by his arms, brushing past Lyarra with not so much as a sideways glance. She paused for only a moment, taking in the sight with a titled head before a voice called for her.

"Ah, Lady Lyarra! Do come in, please." Tyrion exclaimed, raising a cup of wine in her direction. She casted another longing glance in the direction of her quarters, which were only just out of sight, before resigning herself to entering the room. At Tyrion's side sat the same man from before, with a hairline receding back to the tip of his head. Even still, she couldn't deny that there was something charming about the way his eyes twinkled in regard.

"We," Tyrion started, tilting his head in the direction of the man, "are drinking to the new commander of the City Watch. Come, join us." Lyarra nodded at once, pulling back one of the wooden chairs with ease. A small, almost pudgy man with raven black hair half-sprinted to her side, quickly pouring her another cup of wine. She raised her cup in celebration, before pausing in thought.

"Ah, of course," Tyrion stated, standing in his seat, "Lady Lyarra Stark, meet Bronn." She raised her brow imploringly, to which the man only smiled. He was just Bronn, then. Simple enough. "Bronn, the Lady Lyarra Stark."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady." Bronn bowed in the slightest, before turning his direction to Tyrion. It was almost comforting to not be fawned over for once. To be addressed as she was, and not as some pitiful damsel.

Tyrion's presence had been a gift from the gods, she came to think. For once, the hours of the night flew by in a wave. Laughter bubbled from her throat with ease, with wine quick to meet it. Not once did they mention her family — her brother, none of them. Guilt threatened to flood through her at the thought that she was grateful for such a thing, but she swallowed it down all the same.

"How is it, that a man from nowhere — with no titles, no high standing, comes to be commander of the City Watch?" She questioned after another fit of giggles passed through her. Bronn paused, seemingly in thought himself.

"Must just be my luck," He shrugged, scowling as Tyrion snorted at his response.

"I've paid him well," Tyrion added as an explanation, swirling his cup in his hand, "I told him once that I'd pay him double what any other man would, and he listened. He's been my loyal protector since. And, as you well know, a Lannister always pays his debts."

"There's not a lot a man won't do for a bit of coin," Bronn stated, causing Lyarra to sit back in thought. Tyrion titled his head, taking in the words with the same level of confusion.

"You do know that makes you sound like a whore, don't you?"

"For the right price, I'd drop to my knees right here and now."

The remainder of the night passed before Lyarra could properly realize. Tyrion bid her farewell, asking that Bronn accompany her to her chambers. For a moment she attempted to wave him off, claiming that she could get there just fine on her own — before the wobble of her step became more pronounced. She scowled at once, as the man took her arm to guide her. He was uncharacteristically quiet for most of the trip, only sharing a few mocking quips each time she stumbled.

Just as she moved to enter her room, she took notice of the shadow in the corner of the hall once again. Only this time, the sight didn't feel foreboding. Almost comforting, rather. Sandor was always there, whether she willed him to be or no. That night, she wasn't haunted by the thought of him standing before her. Instead, warmth blossomed through her. She almost felt safe, for once.

Well. Hey guys. I feel like nothing major really happened here, but sometimes that's just life. We finally got to Tyrion's big role in the fic. This all honestly started because I wanted to write a character into Tyrion, Pod, and Bronn's little friend group. They're so obnoxious I want in.

But, we did get some pretty big developments in Petyr and Lyarra's relationship. She's growing increasingly confused as to where she should stand with him. What are his true motives, what does he want? Ros is definitely going to play a big role in all of this, just saying.

As always if you have any thoughts, feel free to comment below. And I hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Thank you,

Zevran.

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I can't explain it, but I feel like Benjen, if he ever met him, would just not at all like Bronn.

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Summary: they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone

Love?

Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

Opposites Attract

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

Dogs are Best

Sandor x female!Reader

The Kennel Master’s Daughter

Sandor x female!Reader

Sandor Clegane x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: none it's fluffy

Summary: Back at the time when Joffrey was king, the king's guard got into a fight with the people of flea bottom ending up with many of them injured including Sandor Clegane himself. What will happen when out of all the nurses only Y/N is brave enough to help him?

A Hound Will Die For You But Never Lie To You 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, swearing, all the usual Game Of Thrones warnings.

Rating: M (It jumps right in there so if that’s triggering for you I’d suggest skipping it)

Summary: Imagine being the one to gentle the rage inside Sandor Clegane.

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader (gender neutral).

Everything

Summary: A little drabble about Sandor’s feelings for the reader.

Scarred

Summary: Request from anon: I have a request! Sandor/Reader where the reader is being really lovey with Sandor and kissing him everywhere and she kisses his scarred side and he pushes her away but eventually gives in because she’s persistent that she will kiss him there and that he doesn’t have to worry because she loves his face.

An unexpected scene

NSFW Fic

Angered Beasts

Request: Hi can I request a drabble where the reader is one of joffreys playthings, like sansa is, and she runs into the hound after a beating? Something a little fluffy, please x

Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood, female reader

Bathing in a tub with Sandor - drabble

Last Night

Fem!Stark!Reader

Request: Are requests still open? If so, please could I request a Hound x Stark reader where they confess their feelings for each other before they fight the Night King?

Good Dog

Warnings: Spoiler!,Fluff, swearing

Summary: Reader is found in the snow 

Hounds and Gingers

Summary: a short, fluffy imagine

An Urgent Confession

(female reader)

Summary: A little story about the reader reminiscing of a moment between her and Sandor 

A Hound’s Jealousy

Just a short little jealous!Hound request

Warnings: jealous Sandor, handsy guy

A Good Punishment

Summary: a handmaid is given to the King’s dog

Another Drink

Summary: rough smut with Sandor after he’s sees you with Bronn

Meeting at Winterfell

Summary: Imagine being a Stark and meeting Sandor Clegane at Winterfell

Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you

Jealous Sandor…

Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Awkward Fluff!

To Break the Spell

Summary: Beauty & the Beast au

Imagine it’s you who Sandor takes away from Kings Landing during the Battle of Blackwater Bay

Series: More Than Our Servitude

Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader

Summary: You lived your life as one of the washerwomen of the Red Keep, only seeing the Hound in passing. Still, when the madness of the Battle of Blackwater erupted, he came for you. The Hound is weary from battle, but you try and soothe what little you can.

Our Family

Sandor x wife!Reader

Summary: Sandor enjoys spending the day with his wife and son

His Queen

Sandor x female Reader

Sandor is soft with joffery’s wife

Sandor’s Secret

Sandor x fem!Reader

Summary: Sandor has a secret hidden away from everyone.

Series: Fox and the Hound

Sandor x Reader

Summary: Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Howling At The Moon!

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Rose

Hound x Reader

Protecting You

Hound x fem!Reader

Imagine Sandor vowing to protect you after you help him with his recovery

Sandor x fem!Reader

Secret Wife (female reader)

Based on this request:  Can you do something with Sandor secretly having a wife. Maybe they met when he was serving king Robert and they met when she was hunting and eloped after a few years. She left before the battle of Blackwater because Sandor didn’t want her getting wrapped up in that so They meet again in Winterfell and no one can actually believe it.  

WITH THIS ADDED: Sandor and reader in a somewhat secret relationship. Tormund keeps hitting on reader in front of Sandor and finally his jealousy gets the better of him and he makes a loud declaration of their love. 

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summary ; drabble requested by anon as part of my 1k follower celebration.

“romantic confession #6 with Jacaerys?”

"6. are you really so oblivious?"

pairing ; jacaerys velaryon x reader

notes ; the place is similar to where jaime and bronn train secretly after jaime loses his sword hand.

jacaerys had tried every trick in his book to capture your attention, yet nothing seemed to be working in his favor.

he tried escorting you around the castle, sitting by you in the commonhall, and even going as far as arranging meetings in the pavilion near the jeweled gardens of the red keep. you, however, always took these actions as nothing more than a friendly endeavor – a command whistled by his mother.

he decided he had enough of playing games.

“where are you taking me?” you demanded, jace’s fingers gently enclosed around your wrist. it’s tight enough to keep a hold on you, but not to the point where it would hurt you. you’re stumbling after him, desperately trying to catch up to his long, quick strides.

“you will see – be patient,” he responds back to you, a toothy grin parting his lips as he turns back for a moment to glance at you. there’s a coat of pink dusting his cheeks. what was he blushing about?

you give an audible groan, much to his amusement, and instead take a moment to observe your surroundings while he drags you along. you both are in the royal gardens, surrounding by tall hedges of flower walls and white, marbled sculptures that look aesthetic. you pass a three-tiered fountain, with a leaping fish atop, and it sputters out spouts of water, delighting any watcher. the hedges soon grow thicker, with more twists and turns.

the sea salt spray of the ocean becomes increasingly noticeable and the waves crash against the rock wall with thunderous booms. you’re both going down steps now, his hand leaving yours as he steadies himself down the uneven gravel of the path.

“careful now,” he shouts, his voice almost cracking under the weight of the sea waves. the path in front of you morphs into clarity and the vast, blackwater bay blossoms like a flower beneath the green foliage. there’s seagulls flying, squawking out their cries over the gulf.

it’s breathtaking after you take the last few steps out of the vegetation.

“it’s magnificent, isn’t it?” jace says, his voice light and ringing with the bell of excitement. he’s rubbing his hands together for warmth and pulling his dark doublet closer to his body. he teeters over to the edge of the stone lookout, leaning over the parapet cautiously. “luke and i were exploring the other day, and we ferreted this.”

he turns his head and grins at the sight of your slack jaw, the color of your face rapidly warming at the cold winds that slap your face. your hair is wildly flapping against the seawind despite the bonds that secure your hair, your eyes squinting slightly.

under your breath and silenced by the roar of the sea, you mutter, “wow.”

“i wanted to share it with you,” he says, moving closer to you and guiding you closer to the stone parapet. you’re in between two dragon gargoyles, their wings outstretched with their mouths gaping. “it’s meant for those special to me.”

your brows furrow slightly.

“special?” you echo, turning your head to take a look at his face. he’s watching you carefully, his bottom lip being sucked into his mouth as he thinks over his next words. he’s less than a patient man, but he doesn’t want to scare you off. “what do you mean special, jace?”

he laughs slightly, out of nervousness or at your ignorance, “are you so oblivious?”

he looks down at your hand, which is resting on top of the half-wall, and places his on top. the skin is warm, despite the few abrasion that adorn the palm. it’s warm and inviting, a shawl of adulation settling over your shoulders.

“you’re special to me,” he starts. he bites his lip and chews on it, unable to find the words to release his torment. “i–” jace pauses, and in a sudden burst of frustration, “i like you, more than friends.”

there’s pure harmony and bliss that explodes in your stomach, sending your body into a pleasant euphoria. you laugh, the sudden reminder that you’ve been unknowingly declining every advancement he made. he chuckles alongside with you, but he’s not too sure what you’re both supposed to be laughing at.

your hands raise to cup his cheeks and you move forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. he’s instantly dumbstruck, his cheeks illuminating with another, darker pink hue.

“i thought you wanted to friends.”

his brows furrow and he snorts out something akin to a chortle, clearly amused with the miscommunication, “no, i want to be much more than that.”

with a noise of delight coming from you, jace moves forward to place a kiss of his own on your lips. you wrap your arms around him and return the action.

he wants to stay like this, forever.

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#5

The latest chapter of the baseball story has posted!!  ⚾️⚾️⚾️

19 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#4

HEY!! What did I do to get called out like this????

19 notes - Posted December 1, 2022

#3

My contributions for J/B Week 2022 will be little one-shots from the universe of my first fic exchange story, Average Ordinary Everyday Superhero

Day 1: Water.  Brienne comes home after a very difficult evening. Jaime provides her with comfort.

21 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

#2

"Diamond in the Rough" Contest!!!

Now that my baseball story is nearing the home stretch, I thought I'd give all the wonderful readers (and anyone else who might be interested) an opportunity to weigh in on what songs they think are playing when each player steps to the plate--or when the relievers enter the game!! Do you think Jaime goes with "Roar"? That Thoros Myr enters the game to "Fireball"? What song would Cleos choose, anyway? I'd love to know what you guys think, so please send me all your suggestions and some of them may be used in the story at some point!

But Dee, you say, didn't you mention a contest? Why, yes, yes I did. See, I've had Brienne's walk-up music picked out almost from the beginning, and it will make an appearance in the story. If you successfully guess what the song is before then, I will happily write a story for you based on whatever you choose!

In case you needed a quick refresher, here's the current Royals roster:

GOOD LUCK!!!

25 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So. Book!Jaime and book!Brienne or show!Jaime and show!Brienne. Not as a couple or their relationship (per se) but as separate characters. :)

Book!Jaime and Book!Brienne, by a thousand miles. Warning: I'm in full on rant mode.

We may have gotten glimpses of book Jaime in the show, but as time has gone on, I've realized more and more that we never truly got book Jaime, and it's mostly because Dumb and Dumber hated Jaime as a character. Take, for example, Jaime's iconic line, "The things I do for love" just before he shoves Bran out the tower window. In the book, this scene is told through Bran's POV and he hears Jaime say it with loathing. On the show, Jaime tosses out the line as if to say, "oh well" and probably went back to screwing Cersei. It was just the first step of their assassination of Jaime.

Book!Jaime is a man who struggles to figure out what he's going to do with his life when the one thing that defined him was gone. He's smarter than many give him credit for--including his own siblings--and he shows this throughout his journey in the Riverlands in AFFC. He's figuring out what kind of man he wants to be, and we get a chance to see him in the company of people who like and appreciate him in spite of him being the reviled "Kingslayer." Most importantly, book!Jaime is a man of agency--he names Oathkeeper when he gives it to Brienne, he turns Cersei down when she comes to the White Sword Tower to seduce him into killing Tyrion, and he figures out the best way to bring peace to the Riverlands.

Show!Jaime has almost none, with Dumb and Dumber having decided to make him little more than Cersei's faithful lapdog who came running every time she wanted him. And during the brief times he was with Brienne after their trip through the Riverlands, it felt like the good things he did were at her suggestion--including his decision join the North in the fight against the Others after she told him to "fuck loyalty." It was, quite frankly, their worst interpretation of any character on the show. I don't see how someone can read Jaime's POV from his return to King's Landing in ASOS through his one chapter in ADWD and portray him the way they did. Only possible explanation? They hated Jaime as a character and decided to treat him as such. One of them even referred to Jaime as a "monster" in the season 2 episode where he kills his cousin. The only monstrous thing Jaime does in the entire series to this point is shoving Bran out that window, which don't get me wrong, IS A VERY BAD THING TO DO but...really? "Monster?" No.

The changes made to Brienne from book to show happened, in good part, because they aged her up and took away her AFFC storyline, replacing it instead with her staring at a window until the convenient moment when she decided to take vengeance on Stannis right as Sansa needed her to be there. Book!Brienne is an innocent, noble, idealistic girl who joined the war for love of Renly. She's never even killed anyone and cried when her master-at-arms, Goodwin, had her kill piglets to get a mere idea of what it would be like.

Show!Brienne is older, has seen more of the world, and killing clearly doesn't bother her (especially when you remember the scene where she kills the three Stark men, the last one slowly). She still retains some of Brienne's idealism and has a very strong sense of honor and is definitely stubborn, but book!Brienne wants to be both a lady and a knight. Show!Brienne is forever telling people she's not a lady. The softness that made me fall in love with book!Brienne is missing in her show counterpart. Yes, show!Brienne falls apart when Renly dies and when Jaime leaves her in the Winterfell courtyard, but we see her calm and composed soon after each event. Book!Brienne was near inconsolable after the loss of Renly and after learning of Catelyn's death.

Overall, however, I don't think they did near as much damage to Brienne as a character as they did to Jaime, which is why her show counterpart doesn't anger me as much as his. One of my favorite pieces of fanart has the book versions meeting their show versions. Book!Brienne is startled to meet show!Brienne, who stares up at her in awe. Meanwhile, book!Jaime gives show!Jaime a golden bitch slap. Kinda sums up my feelings.

83 notes - Posted April 5, 2022

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Imagine Being a Lannister and Sandor & Bronn Fight Over You

Heyyooo, i finally had a chance to write!! so nice. this was requested! hope i did alright.

You were Gerion Lannister’s only trueborn daughter, and you had his same sparkling eyes and easy laugh, even as a young babe. He absolutely adored you. Your mother had died from sickness, so Gerion was determined to be a good father and make sure you never wanted for anything. His siblings scolded him, saying he’d spoil you, but he saw nothing wrong with that. You looked so much like your mother, whom he loved in spite of their brief marriage, and it broke his heart all over again when you were upset about something.

Gerion was reconsidering his quest to Essos, seeing as he’d be away from you for so long, but he deemed it too important to give up. Tywin actually forbade him from taking you, so you had to stand on the shore and watch his boat slowly sail away. Tyrion was the only cousin who bothered to comfort you. 

Your father never came back. Men were sent to look for him, but after a time, no one had much hope. Lord Tywin took you in, although sometimes you spent time with Uncle Kevan and Aunt Genna’s children, too. Genna had always been motherly to you, but now she was especially so. While Cersei often tormented you and Jaime was hit or miss with japes and kindness, you always had a friend in Tyrion. You were just a year younger than him, but he protected you like an older brother. You were both Lannister outsiders.

While you may have laughed less, you were still a sweet girl that held little of the typical Lannister pride. You’d have grown up meek if Genna didn’t insist you speak up and hold your head high. She beamed when she heard you finally stood up against Jaime, and finally told off Cersei when she was doing her usual daily teasing. You grew into an accomplished Lady, one who wasn’t always content to sit in Casterly Rock and be a pretty set piece as your Uncle Tywin would have preferred. He ended up sending you to the Red Keep and yes, he was throwing you into a castle that was inhabited by suitors with the appetites of sharks.

The Red Keep is where you met Gregor Clegane’s fabled brother. You were terrified of Gregor and his reputation, even if Uncle Tywin kept you far away from him. You’d never met Sandor, though, only heard of him, and you were surprised by how … unafraid you were. He only ever formally addressed you - if he did that - but you found yourself trying to make conversation. Even if he was a standoffish and grumpy giant of a man, it was better than dealing with Queen Cersei and a drunk king who often flirted with you. So during feasts and galas, if you noticed him standing off in the shadows, you’d sneak away for a little while and try to talk with him.

It was slow going, but eventually you developed a friendship. Not that the gruff Clegane would ever call it that, but you two found conversation in hallways and more secluded spots in the Keep. It wasn’t secret, because you weren’t technically doing anything wrong, but there was always a silent fear hanging above the two of you - Cersei, even if she’d never said anything to your face about Sandor, you feared even her suspicions. 

At some point he took to calling you “kitten”, because you were “no true lion”. You became comfortable calling him by his first name, and he liked the sound of it on your lips - as if he ever admitted such a thing to you (but you could see the way his brown eyes softened). 

You didn’t join your royal family on the journey to Winterfell, preferring to have some breathing room in the Red Keep for once. You missed Tyrion’s witty humor, but more than that, you missed Sandor’s grumbling and protective presence.  

You were delighted when he came back - but that quickly turned to worry when you heard about Tyrion’s “kidnapping” at the hands of Lady Stark. You didn’t want any harm to come to Lord Stark, but you feared for your brother as well. It all went downhill so quickly; before you could talk any sense into Jaime, he was riding off to attack Lord Stark in the streets. 

When Tyrion finally returned, you hoped some damned sanity would also return to King’s Landing, especially with the people going hungry and anxious. He wasn’t alone, though. There was a tall man with striking blue eyes who immediately looked you up and down and seemed pleased with what he saw. You sharply told him to keep his eyes to himself, and you couldn’t believe the laugh he gave in response. Later you learned that he was hired by Tyrion and helped him get out of the Eyrie, but it was still a strong first impression. When you tried to be diplomatic some days later and thank him for helping your cousin, he had plenty of sauciness to give, so you just told him off again and left.

Right away, Sandor didn’t like the casual way Bronn would refer to you, as if he knew you. When he’d go looking for you, that damned mercenary would be there first, and far too often. He’d be leaning against the wall as if he owned the damned place, grinning and glancing at you while you both talked. What could you possibly have to talk about with that rat? Sandor never actually found out because he’d immediately growl at Bronn to leave “Lady” Y/N alone. You quickly noticed these were the only times he used your proper title, not that Bronn was intimidated by it.

Irksome as he was, sometimes it was amusing to talk to Bronn. He came from a completely different world, and he had plenty of stories to shock your “delicate” lady’s ears. You called bullshit on most of them. He’d enter the Hand’s office expecting to find Tyrion, but you were a far better companion to chat with. Bronn liked how often you visited your cousin, since it was a good excuse to talk to you... and anytime Tyrion took your hand, you’d bend forward and Bronn could get a good look at your backside. 

A few times Bronn would offer to escort you back to your chambers, which was a cheeky offer if you ever heard one, but you’d let him at least take you halfway. Anytime Sandor would come across you both, there was an instant electricity in the air that you could feel as the much taller, scarred man stared down the cool-headed mercenary. 

One time he showed up right when Bronn called you “kitten”. You actually had to step in on that confrontation, you were sure Sandor could kill him - would kill him - and fucking Bronn was welcoming the challenge. Tyrion must’ve had a sign sent from the gods, because he came just in time to order both men away. 

While Bronn liked to try and break your serene expression with a laugh or offended gasp, Sandor liked that calmness you had. It was easy for him to talk to you, even when he was sober, as your steadiness was a contrast to the constant turmoil he was feeling. Bronn preferred your sassiness and rare temper, and tried to get you as riled up as possible. You distinctly noticed him lick his lips when you raised your hand to slap him. You didn’t, and he looked just as disappointed as you expected. 

As you expected him to, Tyrion picked up on all this at some point. While he always thought your “friendship” with the Hound was little more than amusing, he started to see the truth of it when Bronn was thrown into the mix. And after a while, he wasn’t so sure the mercenary was just messing around with you. 

For one thing, anytime Tyrion spoke with you while Bronn was in the room, he’d notice the man’s eyes soften ever so slightly, and he’d smirk to himself whenever you said something clever. Instead of just watching your backside, he’d follow your hand as it brushed some of your hair aside. And when he spoke to you, he was far closer and more relaxed than anyone else Tyrion had seen him speak with. When you’d leave the room, he’d try a little too hard to regain his usual bored stance. 

Then, he observed the Hound, who unmistakably was watching you more than he was the future King, and don’t think Tyrion missed how you’d both gradually sneak away from the crowd and find each other. While he trusted your judgement, he also couldn’t help but be a little protective, and silently wondered how the heck his sweet cousin managed to attract two seriously questionable men. Regardless of what choices you made, he wanted to keep you safe from the ears and eyes that reported to Cersei.

The night of the battle for King’s Landing, you were trapped with your dear cousin, the poor Stark girl and several other ladies. While you worried over Tyrion, you kept thinking about Sandor and how he might handle it, and then Tyrion mentioned some special task Bronn had - what could that be?

Sandor was the one whose nerves were biting just as hard as your’s. He knew you were safe in the Red Keep, but how safe was that, really? If Stannis’ army came to storm the castle - if all was lost - you’d be put to the sword like all the rest of the Lannisters, even if you were the only good one. If only he was tasked with guarding you, an invasive thought told him. Then he could ensure your safety. No one would hurt you.

Bronn wasn’t troubled by the upcoming battle, his thoughts were oddly occupied. Normally he liked nothing better than drinks and a girl before a fight (and after), but his mind kept wandering to you. Specifically, how soon after the battle would he see you? The next morning? The next day? For some reason, he didn’t imagine you frightened, and while he didn’t have the gall to imagine you waiting for him, he did hope there was a smile in store for when you next met. 

Bronn was enjoying his drink and women, and it made Sandor burn with anger at how he flirted with the whores just the same as he did with you. Their confrontation at the inn was tense, but the bells rang and the other soldiers hastily filed out. Bronn just laughed. You were still on his mind, so he said, “No use having a dark face. There’s a sweet lady waiting for us, eh?” 

Sandor would have knocked him cold on the ground if Bronn didn’t slip away so quickly. He growled out, “Ladies don’t fucking wait for dogs and rats”, but the damned mercenary was already gone. As much as he wanted to deny it, there was still a part of Sandor that wanted you to pray for the safety of a dog, even a mangy, scarred one. 

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ahh im so excited your requests are open!! if you’re okay with it, could i please request something about how some of the game of thrones characters comfort their s/o when they find out she’s upset/had a bad day? thank you!!

Of course! I hope you enjoy lovely!

Jaime - When you’re having a bad day, Jaime would put on his most dashing smile and try to cheer you up with the cheesiest pick up lines. He would pretend like the two of you don’t know each other and he would lay it on thick with the schmoozing. It wouldn’t fail to make you laugh as he charms you just like he did the first time.

Sandor - When you’re having a bad day, Sandor would have no idea what to do. When you tell him that you’re upset he would freeze for a moment before patting you on the head and continuing about the day as usual. If you wanted something specific from him like cuddles or a bath, you’d have to be very clear about that with him. 

Petyr -  When you’re having a bad day, Petyr would take you out on a shopping spree. He’d take you to the nicest marketplace in King’s Landing and tell you to pick out anything that made you happy before gladly buying it for you. He would spoil you rotten and then take you home to enjoy whatever it was that he bought for you. 

Jon -  When you’re having a bad day, Jon would let you be in that state of mind as long as you needed. Sometimes it feels good to be sad and Jon knows this. He would simply sit with you and hold your hand for a while as you cry or vent or yell. Then once you’re good and spent he’d curl up in bed with you before falling asleep.

Robb -  When you’re having a bad day, Robb would do anything in his power to cheer you up. He’d tell stupid jokes and tickle you and share stories and kiss you from head to toe, all just to see you smile again. He’s incredibly cheesy but he just wants to see you happy at all times. It absolutely breaks his heart when you’re upset.

Tywin -  When you’re having a bad day, Tywin would clear his schedule to spend the day with you. He knows that with how little you get to see him that giving you quality time with him will cheer you up. He would take you for a walk around the grounds, simply occupying your mind with stimulating conversation for hours. 

Bronn -  When you’re having a bad day, Bronn would sit with you and point out all the things that are good about life. He would hold your hand and point out the trees and the sunshine and the birds chirping and the beautiful castle you two live in. He would want to show you that your life is beautiful in order to help cheer you up.

Jorah -  When you’re having a bad day, Jorah would absolutely shower you with love and affection. He would forget about all of his responsibilities, making you his top priority. He would cuddle you in bed for hours, tenderly kissing you and telling you how much he adores you. He would compliment you endlessly as he loves on you.

Ramsay -  When you’re having a bad day, Ramsay would ask you who hurt you, offering to kill them in order to cheer you up. When you tell him that it’s no one’s fault, you’re just having a bad day he would jump into caregiver mode. He’d warm up a bath for you, get you a glass of wine, and massage you as he takes care of you.

Stannis -  When you’re having a bad day, Stannis would be very attentive. He’d sit you down and ask what he could do to make you feel better. He would want to hear in your own words exactly what would cheer you up. And he’d give it to you. He’s a king, he can get things done. All you have to do is name it and it is yours. 

Oberyn -  When you’re having a bad day, Oberyn would make a gigantic spectacle of cheering you up. He’d throw a three day long party and invite all of your friends and family. He’d hold a huge feast in your honor and make you the special guest of the whole thing. He’d want you to feel like the most special princess ever because you are.

Dany -  When you’re having a bad day, Dany would take you for a ride on one of her dragons. She would want you to see the big wide beautiful world from a view that only you are deserving of. No one else would ever be able to say they’ve ridden a dragon but her and you. She’d want you to feel like the powerful queen you are. 

Brienne -  When you’re having a bad day, Brienne would do the simplest but most meaningful things for you. She would clean up the house because she knows you like it clean. She’d pick flowers for you on the way home. She would cook you dinner so you don’t have to do it yourself. Small acts of service like that to show she cares.

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24 - The Unlikely Pair

Part 25

The Last Velaryon

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The next few chapters will be simply Tyrion and Chezney’s story, enjoy 🤗

Tyrion’s pov 

The feast being hosted at Winterfell was alive with laughter from drunken lords and ladies who were in attendance.  Walking around the tables I was in search of my next fix of wine since I had an empty cup.  I took another step around the corner before suddenly colliding with another person. “Ohhh! - forgive me.” 

I was waiting for whoever it was to address me as a monster or an imp believing I had knocked down another man who was drunk.  Except that wasn’t the case when my eyes focused on a young lady in a simple sea green dress with light brown hair.  “I’m quite alright, my lord.” 

“Here, here let me help you.”  I extended my hand outward for her to take once I had gotten to my own feet.  With her gentle hand in mine I tugged her to stand where I had to lift my head up to look into her eyes. “I must apologize, my lady.  I must have only stopped looking where I was going for a split second.” 

The young girl with her hair loosely framing down her shoulders asked me. “Does your neck hurt having to look up people like that all the time?” 

“Sometimes yes.  But it’s all I’ve ever known.” I wasn’t sure if she meant that as a mockery or not at how short I was compared to everyone else. 

She slowly led me over to an available area in the dining hall where people weren’t occupying before she sat down putting her hands in her lap sending me a gentle smile. “Sit down with me.  I don’t wish for you to have to strain your neck for however our conversation may be.” 

“My lady, I shouldn’t - what of your gown?” I found myself nearly at a loss for words by the small kindness she had just shown me.  Thinking that this must just be a one time thing between us,  until I was wrong in the coming days. 

She waved her hand not fazed by the idea of her gown getting ruined.  “I have other ones back in my chambers.  Besides, I'm not a high born.  I don’t care too much for fancy dresses.  Now are you going to stand there until your feet hurt or are you going to sit down hmm?” 

“I must know your name before we continue this conversation, my lady.” I sat down beside her finally on the cold stone ground. 

“Chezney Ally.  But people closest to me call me Chez.” 

Holding out my hand I introduced myself even though she probably already knew who I was given I was born a high born.  “I’m Tyrion, have you ever had wine before Chezney?” 

“I haven’t.  Although it seems very likable by the amount of drunk men stumbling around this room.” 

I gasped in shock, hanging my mouth open at her statement. “What - h - how have you never had any.  We must fix this at once.” 

“Tyrion! What - what are we doing?” Chezney began giggling before I grabbed her wrist pulling her up off the floor,  dragging her over to the table of alcohol near us, 

Pouring her a small amount I held a cup up to her. “Try it and tell me what you think.” 

“Gah! - that’s not the worst thing I’ve had.” She made a sour face after drinking the liquor inside the cup.  She held the cup in both hands sending me the same innocent smile before we began our conversation back on the stone floor with some glasses of wine in our hands.  

“We must find Sansa Stark a different husband.” My father Tywin who was now Hand of the King to Joffrey sat at the head council chair. 

“Wonderful.” 

My sister smirked wickedly at me. “Yes it is.” 

“You can’t mean it?” I questioned my father. 

He responded sternly. “I can and I do.” 

“Joffrey has made this poor girl's life miserable since the day he took her father’s head.  Now she’s finally free of him and you give her to me.  That’s cruel even for you.”

Father raised his chin slightly. “You intend on mistreating her.  The girl's happiness is not my concern, nor should it be yours.” 

“She’s a child!” I raised my voice towards him feeling uneasy about the whole situation. 

He declares to me resting his hands on the table. “You will wed her,  bed her and put a child in her.  Surely you're capable of that.” 

“I was wed.” Pushing my chair out and away from the table I snatched up the Master of Coin book I had carried in with me before storming out of the room.  After I had found Bronn I had filled him in on everything while we were sitting outside drinking a pitcher of wine.  ““I cannot marry Sansa Stark.  She’s a young child regardless of what my sister says.” 

“What’s the youngest you’ve ever had?” 

Shaking my head no in disgust.  “Not that young.” 

“How much older?” 

Rolling my eyes slightly I avoided his gaze.  “Older.” 

“You’re a Lord.  She’s a Lady and a beauty at that.  I don’t see the problem.” He popped a bite of fruit into his mouth. 

Tapping my fingers on the rim of my wine cup I couldn’t help but think about Chezney almost every night before I fell asleep.  “I am not comfortable sleeping with a girl so young like that.  I - I can’t ever love her like she deserves.  Another woman already has my heart.” 

“Is she a whore.  How did marrying a whore work out for you the first time?” Bronn asked me reaching for his glass he had sat down on the table. 

Leaning my head back against the seat I now regretted that I told him about Tysha.  “I should have never told you about that.” 

“If you want this other girl then keep her.  Wed one and bed the other.  All you have to do is put a son in the Stark girl.  He’ll be Lord of Winterfell and you can rule the North in his name.  You’ll have two women and a whole kingdom of your own.” 

I tilted my head back taking a long drink from my glass until I had finished the whole glass.  “Two women to despise me and the whole kingdom to join them.” 

“You waste time trying to get people to love you, you'll end up the most popular dead man in town.”  Bronn grabbed the pitcher before me, pouring himself some more wine in his own glass then mine.  “You want to fuck that Stark girl.  You just don’t want to admit it.” 

I stuttered on my words, nearly dropping the glass in my hands. “I - I - I don’t pay you to put evil notions in my head.  The ones already there don’t need company.” 

“So if this other girl isn’t a whore, what exactly is she?” He asked me. 

Rubbing the back of my neck I sighed heavily, finally meeting his gaze.  “Her name is Chezney.  She isn’t a high born girl.  She used to be a lady-in-waiting for the daughter of House Velaryon.” 

“Oh boy, you might just have a death wish.  You’ve fallen for your brother’s wife’s handmaiden in the middle of a war between your family and the Starks who are keeping them prisoner.  I would hate to be you.” 

Sitting my cup down I pushed myself out of the chair heading to my chamber room.  Locking the door behind myself I ran my fingers through my messy curls before I crossed the room reaching into a secret compartment I had made on the floor underneath the bed.  “I wish I could be marrying you, Chezney.” I whispered under my breath, holding a small black box in my hands that had one of my mothers rings inside of it that I would make a wedding band for her if I ever got to see her again.