#game of thones fanfic

[samieree]

"Dawn of the North || Robb Stark" Masterlist

(fanfiction)(Robb Stark x OC)

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlist]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin]

Prologue + description

Chapter I ''Beginning''

Chapter II ''Two worlds''

Collages: "two years"

[foxfables]

Endless List of Plot Bunnies.

Elize Baratheon // Sword Of The Rose // Willas Tyrell // Game of Thrones

Elize Baratheon was as sweet as her mother as she was often told. Strong and graceful often called dutiful. The Queen of thrones thought she would make a strong alliance for house Tyrell, that this pretty girl would bring them into the royal fold she thought that red viper had stolen her families place next to the King that day. But never had she seen a storm so quick as the Lady Elize when told her brother the King that she would marry Willas Tyrell whether he blessed it or not. “Do you think me so vain” she had whispered to him as he lay in bed, broken and lame. No the Lady Elize was a stormborn was the rest of the of her house.

[simpinglandxxxfanfics]

My one true King// Aemond Targaryen x male!oc

Alys Dayne is the secret love of Aemonds life, the only one he could trust with his feelings after coming back from Storm's Ends. Would he think of him as a monster? Would he destroy the boy's life?

He came back wet, her eye much more open than usually. When he reached for his mother, he couldn't look at her. He was entering the throne room, where Aegon was sitting on the throne, Otto by one side, Alicent by the other. Ser Arys Dayne was listening in the hall, waiting for Aemond to come back. He had gone to propose an alliance between houses, the young prince would marry one of the Baratheon daughters and assuring a loyalty to the new King Aegon. The Lord heard of the news by gossiping, so when Aemond was about to fly, he cronfronted him.

"When were you going to tell me, my prince?". He had anger and sadness moving throw her blushed face. "When I find her in your bed? Or you may put her in the back of your Vhagar and fly together your way to King's Landing". The Targaryen couldn't speak at the moment, his throat was closed by the sadness so he just stared at the ground. In the silence of the lonely Dragonpit, Arys started to sob. They both knew that nothing could be done, that this day would come, but not so soon. To calm him, and to let him know about how much he still loved him, Aemond took Arys faces into his hands. But the boy refused. He pushed the prince and left, Aemond watched him disappear before riding to Storm's End. Having the princes marry meant for Arys to do the same, there was no need for him by his side according to the social laws of Westeros. He came to the Red Keep when he was one and ten, the King Viserys approved Otto's idea of bringing a boy on court that could train with a recently half blinded Aemond. The King suggested a Dayne, family known as the best fighters and swordsman, as well as loyal people. The house sent their second born, the one with the princes' age. At first, Aemond was an absolute dick. He found Arys character soft and weak, but he was better than him with weapons, much graceful and smooth. So he became jealous and a bigger dick to him. All that stopped by the resilience the Dayne boy showed everyday. He always greeted the princes nicely, he always offered his hand when Aemond fell, always tried to calm him when Aegon annoyed him. Little by little, they became friends. They shared their feelings after the training, when they were left alone by Ser Criston. And, as the years went by, they became much more than friends, but thats another story.

The prince did act weird after one meeting, but Alys could sense his stress and anxiety so he decided to be close to him but not insistent. Now he knows what it was and he felt stupid. They were only six and teen, and many seconds sons were allowed to wed much older, or even not obligated to wed. Well, Aemond being a prince could make his ascent to the throne possible but if the Greens avoided a war there would be no need for him to stay at court. Alys was also aware about his non-existence duties now that his brother had two baby boys back at home. But all those things were dreams, they were the things that were supposed to happen, if only the Gods were good...At the distance, Alys stared at his prince, he looked so genuinely upset that the anger in Alys became worry and he followed him to his chamber. Of course, Aemond could feel him behind, but they did what they always did, walk the same direction, one before the other, no exchange of looks until one of them arrived at the rooms. Alys saw him get into his own, he then went into his, but he entered one of the many secret halls of the Keep and he finally reached the secret door in Aemond's room. He knocked two times, like always.

Aemond hurried to open it, he need it to talk, but he didn't want to do it with Alys. He did trusted him with his life, and he didn't feel judge at all...but they have different ways to see life and the thing he did was the kind of thing that the Dayne boy founded worthy of punishment. He didn't want to lose him this way, he didn't want to see the disappointment of his beautiful eyes and say goodbye knowing he felt disgusted by the person Aemond had become. But... Seven Gods...he loved him so much he was dying to see him again. And there it was, behind the secret door that he opened at the moment.

Alys was there, his eyes staring at him with sadness and he entered slowly. A fire was lightening the room, buy Aemond was stil soaking wet. They didn't speak, but Alys started to put the prince clothes apart. The dragon kept staring at his lover with soft eyes, tears about to fall. The clothes were putted on the sofa nearest to the fire. He was naked, but this was another type of nudity for the couple. The hands didn't move from the prince's face and Alys stared at him until he confessed.

"I just started the war..."

"I bet thats not the truth". Alys tried to confort him.

"It is" he spilled. "I killed Luke". The hands felt off. "I was just trying to scare him...to scare him so much he ended up ripping off an eye just for me".

"Was it an accident then? I don't understand". Alys was, as Aemond feared, horrified.

"I saw him on Storm's End, and I threatened him...but I just wanted an eye..." Aemond never cried but he was having trouble with swallowing. "I became so angry, Alys...that fucking kid with his little dragon, all dress up and noble...He's a bastard and nobody fucking cares...".

"Aemond, what the fuck did you do?" Asked Alys, growing angry. He did agree with him, but the prince didn't act right that night at Driftmark and Luke was just a kid defending his brother.

"I chased him with Vhagar...and Luke tried to hurt her and she...she became..."

"Uncontrollable?" Alys always feared for that. Such an old dragon, a wild creature. Beasts are never to be trusted and Aemond never saw why he feared his flying habit so much.

"I tried to stop her...I beg for her to stop and before I realised...she ate the bastard alive...the wings and tales were the only thing that escaped her bite". Poor Luke, he was just a kid, a teenage...Alys met him the last time he came, a brave boy, a bit naive but at the events that followed Alys saw the reason why the Greens resented them so. Luke shamelessly laugh at Aemond after everything...that night they both spent it together, talking and Alys made an efford to convince him. "You told me to gave them my forgiveness. At the end of the day, Luke was just a kid, you said...and now he would never had the chance to grow up".

Knowing Aemond, he wasn't sad about his nephew...he was sad about being the one who did it. Because what he did meant something that was out of his reach, war was a King's business, and he could only dream of it. War was a terrifying scenario, where the people that he loved would be in incredible danger, and even the victory would demand losses. And he had people he loved as much as Rhaenyra loved Luke. They will come for him, not only her half sister, but Daemond too. He not only had a mother that he loved, but Helaena was his most adored sibling, with kids who still had a chance of becoming like her mom...and Alys Dayne...oh, if the gods take him away...he would never forgive himself. He, the only person he could be true to himself, how believed in him, his sweet and wise Alys looked at him with terror and he felt himself falling apart. Now it was him sobbing and Alys pulling him closer. He caressed his back, Aemonds face hide in the croock of his neck.

"War started the moment your brother was crowned, Aemond...and Luke...you need to learn to control yourself...you fill yourself with hate...".

"Are you going to hate me?" cut Aemond. He looked up again, eye red. "I brought war with me on this night".

"I could never hate you, Aemond...and I was willing to fight for my true king any other way, because you are my true king, and I love my one..."he kissed his forehead, "true..." he kissed his eyelid, "king..." he putted away his patch to kiss his esmerald, "Aemond Targaryen" and he softly kissed his lips.

"I love you, Alys Dayne...but you are not going to fight for me...you will with me" he promised.

"From this day, until my last day, dragon".

"From this day, until my last day, star".

[miss-nymphetamine]

Having a prolific imagination is a nightmare because I have to deal with an angsty & steamy dramione, a seamstress travelling through Westeros, a very tired Inquisitor trying to solve shit in Kirkwall and a biologist facing some xenomorphs all at the same time.

Christ, this is exhausting.

[verderharget]

Starling, An Aemond / Helaena Fanfic

Aemond Targaryen remembered the first time he felt it as if it were still new – freshly positioned in the front of his mind, a continuous rotating image that would never leave. It became harder to ignore after he lost his eye to Lucerys, as if the stitching enclosed it. He had lost an eye and gained a dragon but didn’t mention to his mother how his hunger for his sister grew stronger in that moment. It rumbled in his bones, growled in his heart, and he remembered how it felt to want everything.

Below & also found on AO3.

Chapter 1: Everything

Aemond Targaryen remembered the first time he felt it as if it were still new – freshly positioned in the front of his mind, a continuous rotating image that would never leave. It became harder to ignore after he lost his eye to Lucerys, as if the stitching enclosed it. He had lost an eye and gained a dragon but didn’t mention to his mother how his hunger for his sister grew stronger in that moment. It rumbled in his bones, growled in his heart, and he remembered how it felt to want everything.

He laid in his bed, tucked tightly under his velvety blankets, his one eye staring at the ceiling. Specs of light creeped in from the streets of Kings Landing below, twinkling through his sheer curtains, illuminating his dark room. It had been a few years since he had claimed Vhagar, but deep in the night when Aemond was alone, he could still feel the fluttering of his heart as he approached his dragon. A tantalizing fear. A roaring excitement.

He got the same feeling every time he looked at her, every time his pursed lips would say her name. Helaena. He knew it was wrong since the first moment he felt it. His mother had entered the main dining hall and announced his siblings’ wedding, much to the approval of his grandfather and father. He felt a twinge, an odd feeling of distraught. He had always hoped Aegon would be settled with a lady from a great house and that he, the second son, would be able to claim his sister for his own. She was, after all, the first girl Aemond ever loved.

Love.

He turned in his bed, his eye gazing out of the window. A spider, black and small, crawled up the glass, creeping in the shadows, as he had often done throughout the castle. He remembered before Driftmark when him and Helaena would run about the halls and staircases, playing cat and mouse together while Aegon was off rummaging through the kitchen staff. He would find his sister easily; he always knew where she would hide. But before he’d catch her, he would let himself stare. Her long, slightly waved, white-blonde hair, perfectly wild and calm at the same time. Her pale, soft skin, glimmering with a gentleness he wanted to feel. Her purple-blue eyes, somehow always seemingly distant and close.

He would always find her, run up and grab her around the waist and lift her into the air as if she was nothing. He’d smell her, soil and lavender, and smile as he put her down. She was his everything.

He smashed a cup when he returned to his room the night his mother made the marriage announcement…It all seemed so long ago now. His mind traveled far at night, and he often thought of things unimaginable. After claiming Vhagar and losing his eye, Aemond concentrated his purpose on books and swords and dragon riding. He promised himself there would never be another dragon like him. But sometimes, in the early hours before the sun peaked above the city walls, he would think about giving it all up for her. Running away from his mother, his father, his grandfather, his brother. Just him and Helaena on dragonback, her laughter in the air as she twirled Dreamfyre around Vhagar. They would go somewhere far, where no one would ever find them. But now he was in his bed, three days out from Aegon’s wedding, unable to sleep again due to the piercing realization:

She was his everything.

[kishie8]

I have posted my first chapter of my first ever fanfic, for Game of Thrones.

Here's the link - https://archiveofourown.org/works/28781376/chapters/70580109

Also, if you want to support my ‘can’t find a job despite getting a First in HR Management’ stories, do so by paying for a Hot Chocolate on Ko-fi.com/kishie8

[florineandthebluebird]

New post 12 now available online

Synopsis: Petyr’s life in the Tully household takes another turn for the worse after Selyse’s demise. Like his father once told him, for every kind of wrong, there is a kind of retribution... This chapter belongs to: Of Emperors, Empresses, and Vagebonds A story set in ancient Rome: Sansa is the pampered eldest daughter of Ned Stark, an influential senator and patriarch of one of the oldest and most respected noble families in  Rome. She is betrothed to Viserys Targeryan, a nephew of the emperor and his direct heir. Petyr Bealish has been sold into slavery at a young age. His cruel life experiences have honed his instincts on nothing but survival. Highly intelligent and with a ruthless streak, he is desperate to scrabble his way out of destitution and slavery, and ends up serving the Stark family and Sansa in particular. To Petyr, the Starks are just pawns, and he is willing to justify all means to reach his ultimate goals, until his evolving feelings for his mistress complicates all of his well-laid out plans.

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[greek-arete]

I plan on doing a Game of Thrones request/prompt for fics post after 5 pm Eastern Time today.

[ohcaptaintarthister]

Home With You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14679492

Latest  Game of Thrones RPF featuring the guilty pleasure pairing of Gwendoline Christie and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau. 

For @artfilmfile! Sweetie! 

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XXXIV ''A meeting''

Chapter XXXV ''Advices''

She was currently outside the castle, getting some fresh air or rather calming her racing thoughts. She was standing against a stone railing, almost at the top of the stairs leading to the keep. In one hand she held Euron's short reply to her letter, and in the other she the silver clasp, but her thoughts were now moving in a different direction. Not even to the morning conversation with Tyrion about dragonglass, but for something else.

She thought about the dream she had that night. It wasn't one of those about the future, certainly not. After all, when she dreamed, she didn't understand the meaning of the things that were happening before her eyes.

She was about four years old at that point. She stood on the balcony in the Red Keep's throne room, trying hard to look over the stone railing, but she could barely reach it with her arms, after all, she was only three feet tall. So it was hard for her to see anything that was happening at the Iron Throne. Not that she understood much of what was happening, but she had recognized her father's silhouette earlier and wanted to see what was happening.

"Are you enjoying the view, princess?" she looked at the knight with her purple eyes, whom she always saw near her father, and now he was watching over her so that she wouldn't accidentally hurt herself. She reached no further than Ser Arthur's hip, and she obviously didn't like it. He could see everything very clearly, while she couldn't even see beyond the barrier.

"No." she replied in one word, returning to her attempts to pull herself up onto the railing. Failed attempts.

"Maybe I could help? Of course if you let me, princess." she looked at him again, but only when he knelt down on one knee next to her, lowering himself to her height. He was the only knight who acted like this around her. Others seemed to don't be good with children, or did not want to kneel in their royal guard costume. And her little childlike heart was always touched by the way someone would crouch or kneel to talk to her or take her in their arms. It reminded her of her dad, who always held her in his arms when they talked. Or her mother, who told her every time she hugged her how much she loved her youngest child.

"You can..." she murmured, reaching out for him to pick her up. Ser Arthur grabbed her gently under the arms and lifted her up, setting her on the thick stone railing. Now she had a perfect view of everything that was happening in the throne room, especially of her father, who - as she looked at him now - had a crown on his head. "Dad is a princess too?" she asked, causing a short laugh from her companion. She asked this question because for now she associated wearing a crown only with the way her parents and maids played with her while she was wearing her toy crown.

"Your dad became the King of the Seven Kingdoms today." he explained to her, leaning in a little next to her. He was still holding her by the arms so that she wouldn't accidentally fall off the balcony.

"And that's why there are so many people here?" she asked another question. For someone like her and so young, such titles made no impression and didn't seem to bother her. For her, the only difference was that before people called her father: 'prince', and recently they started calling him: 'Your Grace'.

"All the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms have gathered here to pledge their allegiance to him. Just as they had sworn to his father, and to his father, and over and over again."

"It's boring." she stated, earning another short laugh from the knight.

"Maybe. But also important."

"Will they ever swear like that to me too? I don't want to sit and be bored."

"When they swear to your father, they also swear to you. And to your mother and siblings."

"But how, they're saying it to him, not to all of us." she didn't understand it. No one has ever explained such things to such a young child. Besides, she didn't understand all this swearing of allegiance and so on, for her they were empty words for now. "At least no one swore to me."

"I can swear to you." then she turned her head sideways, at him. He had a slight smile on his face, like he always did when he talked to her or even watched over her. She was such a playful child that it was hard not to smile just by looking at her. He pulled her off the railing to stand in front of him and knelt on his knee again. "Princess Visenya Targaryen, I pledge my loyalty to you and that I will protect you from any danger, even at the cost of my own life."

"But I don't want you to die, I will protect you, I swear." she replied, a shy smile appearing on her face.

"I don't doubt it, princess."

It wasn't a long moment, but she remembered it well. As if... What would have happened if it weren't for this war? Or if her father had survived? But then she wouldn't have been four years old at the coronation...

Or maybe it's just some deep dream of hers that will never come true. A dream of home, peace and happy childhood. The dream of having no worries. She lost herself in this dream, not even paying attention to what was happening around her. Naturally, she didn't notice Robb standing not so far behind her.

He wondered whether to approach her and start a conversation. She looked pensive as she looked ahead into the distance, out to the sea, or at the two dragons that looked like they were playing with each other high in the sky. Her silver hair was styled differently today, the braids did not form a bun, but flowed down her head and gathered the remaining strands into a loose ponytail that fell to her waist.

He'd be lying if he said she wasn't pretty. Everyone who had eyes and saw her at least once probably thought the same. There was something about her beauty that was unique. After all, you don't meet people with silver hair and eyes purple like amethysts on a daily basis. People have always been drawn to unique things, and this has always been the case with this family.

'Just one look at those beautiful, long, silver locks... It's not every day a man gets to ride a dragon.'

He didn't know how much time he spent staring at her. At the same time, it reminded him of his lost love, but also had something calming about it. Maybe it was just that her kindness - which he hadn't expected - had such an effect on him precisely because it was so unexpected. He felt that he might be able to negotiate with her to keep the North independent from the Iron Throne if he got to know her well enough and knew how to approach the matter properly.

After some time, he finally started approaching her, but quite quietly, he didn't want her to realize how long he stood there looking at her before he decided to approach her. Only when he leaned against the railing next to her did she notice him and hurriedly folded the letter, hiding the clasp under it - although not quickly enough, because its silver gleamed in the sun.

"I didn't mean to scare you." he started, seeing her sudden reaction. He didn't even try to read the letter, he didn't intend to interfere, maybe it was some private correspondence?

"You didn't." she assured, although it was a lie.

How long was he here? He saw her getting lost in her own thoughts, or maybe he thought she was admiring the view? She quickly stuffed a letter into her pocket somewhere, it said that Euron would release the prisoners, but only after Vis met him. Or rather, they can discuss what she should give him in return to let them go. She didn't want to give up so easily, but it was looking more and more like she would have to...

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" she turned her attention to the dragons still flying in the distance. They were Viserion and Rhaegal. She needed to direct the conversation to something other than her surprise, and that was the first thing that came to mind - although people usually didn't share her opinion about flying fire-breathing beasts.

"It's not the first word that comes to mind when they fly over your head, but..." he paused for a moment, watching her reaction to his words. "But yes, they are beautiful."

"You don't have to be afraid, we're not enemies yet." she tried to keep some distance between them, hence the 'yet.' Although she couldn't help but glance at him from time to time. Especially since now she had a very good opportunity to assess up close whether he was really the same person she dreamed about.

Okay, the beard is cut a little shorter.

"I don't want to be your enemy."

"Who would want to?" she replied quickly, turning around and leaning her back against the railing. "You talked to Tyrion, didn't you?"

That morning, her Hand asked her to speak privately, it turned out to be about the deposits of dragonglass somewhere beneath the castle. He was right, she has no use for it anyway, she might as well give it away. She didn't even have to ask to figure out that Tyrion got the idea from a conversation with Robb, where else? Possibly there was also Ser Davos, but she didn't suspect it.

"You can say it directly: What is your answer?" he replied, shrugging his shoulders. He secretly hoped for at least that much from her if he failed to convince her to fight together.

"I let you mine dragonglass as much as you want. I'll give you the people and equipment you need for this. But that doesn't make us friends." she crossed her arms, she wanted to emphasize her last sentence, but she looked more like a child who pretends to be offended at its parent and agrees to a hug - but of course, it pretends until the very end.

For a moment, the only sound was the gusts of wind and the squawking of dragons in the distance. She glanced over her shoulder at them, just like Robb, and then she looked at him. She would like to talk about the dream she shared with him. If she - probably - had his clasp, then he probably had her necklace, but she felt stupid even thinking about it. They barely knew each other, and it was one thing for her to talk about her dreams to Missandei or Arthur, and another thing to tell a stranger about it.

He would probably think she's crazy, after all, there is no certainty that he remembers this dream, that he had it at all, and that her necklace came to him. She didn't want to stand in silence, but she also couldn't start such a stupid topic. And she didn't know enough about him to know what to talk about.

I'll have to ask Varys about him later.

"Even if I believed you, I couldn't abandon the war in the South and rush into another one" she added, looking away at the castle. Every time she looked at it, she felt proud of who she was, what her family's history was. Of course apart from bad events.

"Then end it." he said it so lightly, as if it was enough to snap a finger and the war would be over. Visenya even looked at him like that, as if he was completely unserious. "You have an army, a fleet, dragons... What more do you need?"

That's what Yara told her, to just attack the city with everything they had and it would fall the same day.

But that's not quite what he had in mind. If he had had the opportunities she has when he was in the war, things would have been different. He tried to understand her fears, what she was afraid of, but she did not want to reveal it in any way. Apparently she thought she couldn't show even the slightest weakness, but is it really better to think that you know everything and are certain than to admit to your fears?

Maybe not necessarily in front of him, after all, they were strangers, they weren't even on the same side of the barricade. If they ever found themselves on either side of it, at least he knows she doesn't want to mindlessly kill everyone who stands in her way.

She wanted to say something. To say that she does not intend to sacrifice more lives than necessary, that she will not throw all her strength at the city, that she will not allow the citizens to perish. Searching for the right words, she turned her gaze back to the keep and saw someone waiting for her higher on the stairs. Oh yes, she completely forgot that she wanted to talk to ser Arthur...

"I hope you're enjoying the island, because it looks like we'll be spending a lot of time here." she muttered in response and bounced off the railing.

She didn't look back anymore, so didn't see him glance after her for a moment as she climbed the stairs.

"You wanted to see me, my Queen?" Arthur began as they walked hand in hand up the stairs back to the keep.

"Don't you remember that you can call me by my name when we're alone?" she replied with a smile. She had admonished him for this many times, and once even joked that he it so old that he quickly forgets everything. "Reply from Euron came." she added before he could answer her. "He proposes a meeting to discuss what I should give him in return to releasing prisoners. If I don't answer, he'll be in King's Landing tomorrow and... They surely won't make it out alive."

"You want to save them, don't you?"

She nodded. It was easy to guess what she wanted to do and she was desperately looking for some brilliant idea. She should let go. Her mind said that she should leave them, show that she doesn't care, that she is only looking at her goal. That's what Cersei would do, she doesn't care about the lives of the people under her.

Visenya's heart is different. She will take every chance to save the life of someone for whom she feels responsible. She cannot say to himself: 'let it go' or: 'it's not worth it'. And even less could she be as heartless as Cersei.

"What kind of Queen am I if I'm not willing to risk for my people the same way they are willing to risk for me?" she asked, spreading her arms. A moment later, as they were walking down the castle corridor, she took a few steps ahead of him and pushed the wooden door open, pushing it wide open. She turned around as she entered the room and spread her arms to the sides. "What does any of this matter if I don't deserve it? If I give up after the first difficulty?" she raised her hand slightly in front of her so that he wouldn't say anything. She knew what he would say: 'You never give up'. "But if I meet with Euron..."

"He can't be stupid enough to think that he will designate a meeting place and you will come alone." she sat down on the windowsill and wrapped her arms loosely around her, so that they rested on her thighs. Arthur sat down next to her. He wanted to comfort her somehow, maybe hug her, but he wasn't sure if it would be appropriate - even though she herself had initiated such contact between them several times.

"He knows I care about people, so that's what he'll do. And then he will be able to choose which Queen he wants to have a live with." she sighed heavily, shaking her head.

"He doesn't decide here, you set the conditions." she felt him lightly take her hand. "It's not always possible to save everyone, it's hard to accept it, but it's the way of world. Everyone knew what they were signing up for, and Dorne will stand behind you regardless, with or without Ellaria Sand and her daughters."

"Do you advise me to resign?" she looked at him. "What about Yara and Theon?"

"I'm not telling you to give up, but to think about it some more."

She sighed again. She knew she had to make this decision, even if she wanted someone to take the burden off her shoulders. Unfortunately, she has decided to follow this rocky path and must stick to it. Sometimes you have to sacrifice something for the greater good...

"I've thought about it enough." she replied, returning squeeze of the hand. "Please tell Varys to write a reply. Tell him to write that he will release prisoners and then receive the Queen's invitation, otherwise I will return his soul to hell."

* * *

Later that evening, she sat in the room with the map with Tyrion, Varys, Arthur, and Grey Worm. They discussed their next move. She was sitting at the table, her ponytail slung over her shoulder and she was playing with one of her locks. She thought about her short conversation with Robb today.

'Then finish it. You have an army, a fleet, dragons... What more do you need?'

"Get out. Leave me alone." she said suddenly, interrupting the discussion. She let go of her hair, flipping it back, and then clasped her hands together, resting them on the table. She saw that she surprised them a bit with this sudden request, but they probably thought that it was too late for her to talk about this matter and she wanted to rest. "Maghagon naejot nyke Dārys hen Jelmor." she turned to Grey Worm and smiled slightly, adding one more sentence: "Sepār ȳdra daor sȳngagon zirȳla."

*"Bring the King in the North to me. Just don't scare him."*

Grey Worm nodded and left the chamber like the others. For several minutes she was alone with her thoughts. Completely ignoring the political side of the situation, she admitted to herself that part of her just wanted to spend more time with this boy. She liked him - visually, that's all she could say for now. In the morning and throughout the day she tried to deny it or not think about, but she gave in, just like with Daario.

Of course, she wouldn't want him to realize that she liked him, so he won't try to use it to his advantage, but she won't avoid looking at him if it gave her pleasure. But now she wants to hear more from him about her 'just' ending the war.

She managed to ask Varys about this boy and found out about his past, learned more about the war he was waging with the Lannisters, about how he was betrayed by the Freys and the Boltons. Previously, she only knew about the war itself as much as was said in King's Landing, soonly good things for the Lannisters, Stannis was more feared then - until his unsuccessful attack on the city. However, when it comes to the Red Wedding, she was no longer in Westeros, she only heard a few things when she returned and was getting ready for the first meeting with him. She only knew roughly what happened, she didn't want to go into details because they were extremely unpleasant. But she finally did it. Now she understands even better that fear of accepting her hospitality on Dragonstone.

"You wanted to see me, Your Grace?" she quickly looked at him when she heard him enter.

"I hope I didn't wake you up." it was already getting quite late, she goes to bed late, but her companions usually go to sleep a little earlier, and for a moment she wondered if he was also getting ready for bed.

"I don't need much sleep." you don't need or can't sleep? - came to mind immediately, but she didn't ask. She didn't want to spoil the mood to both of them. But she was going to let him know her better, she would try not to avoid answering questions if any came up. After all, she still hoped to rule all of the Seven Kingdoms. "Aren't you afraid of being alone with me, without a guard?"

She shrugged and got up from her seat. At the edge of the map stood a jug of wine that Tyrion had brought here earlier. Well, now it will come in handy. She poured some into both goblets, around half of them.

"You don't have any weapon." she said, taking both cups in her hands. She really wasn't afraid for her safety at all, it didn't even cross her mind that something could happen to her here. That's why she was a bit surprised by this question, but from the shy smile that appeared on his face from time to time, she concluded that the question was intended to tease her.

"You think I can't kill anyone without a weapon?" in fact, he wanted to tease her because he, too, wanted them to get to know each other better.

However, with him the reason was a bit different, because while Visenya was thinking about two things: ruling and her interest in him, Robb was interested in convincing her to fight the Army of Undead - and something he didn't want to admit even to himself with in memory of Talisa... The point was that with Vis he was able to forget about her. He was able to distance himself from all the terrible things that had haunted him since that damned Red Wedding. A bit like after that dream, instead of feeling sorry for himself, he kept thinking about it, and now, when they finally see each other in real life...

He can't explain what attracts him to her, the desire to soothe his aching heart? The thought that her goodness would be able to heal it?

"Should I be scared?" a smile appeared on her face as she handed him one of the goblets.

A brief contact of fingers, nothing more than a fleeting touch, as he took cup from her.

"We're not enemies yet." he used her words from earlier, smiling as much as she did.

"What a good memory." she tilted her head for a moment before turning around and walking a few steps away, drinking some wine. The click of her heels echoed throughout the room as she slowly took one step at a time, looking at the map. "Do you also remember how you told me to just end the war? What did you mean?"

"Exactly what I said?"

"How could I... Just end it?" she clarified. He wasn't her ally, but wasn't an enemy either. If she admits to him that she doesn't know how to conduct a war or plan a strategy, will she gain his trust or just the opposite? "I'm asking for advice." as she said this, she really wanted to look away, upset that she didn't know how to solve her problem, but she restrained herself. She needs to stop being ashamed to ask when she doesn't know something... after all, that's how we learn.

And that was how Robb saw it. Of course, at first he was surprised that she was asking for advice from him, but he quickly realized that it must have taken courage on her part. Asking for advice from someone you hardly know, trusting that he will advise you something to your benefit, not his own.

"I meant..." he paused, still surprised by the request. "I didn't mean for you to attack the city with all your forces. People despise Cersei Lannister, they don't want her on the throne. I was thinking that there must be some secret passages in the Red Keep that you could use and just get rid of Cersei. The entire fight would not have gone beyond the castle walls, if any had broken out at all." he also decided to trust her, to tell her exactly what he was thinking when they talked earlier.

She didn't think about it. None of her companions had come up with such a solution, and it seemed the simplest of all, you just had to make sure that the people entrusted with this task were not detected on the way.

He sighed softly to himself and drank some of the wine before setting the glass down on the table and walking past her, stopping about a step away. She kept following him with her eyes, but at the same time focused on what he was saying.

"The longer you wait, the worse it gets."

"Cersei doesn't dare attack first."

"She doesn't want you near the capital, and you don't want the death of innocents, so knowing her, she will start destroying cities and murdering people somewhere in the west, so that you go there, because that's exactly what you will do." she wanted to deny it, but her voice got stuck in her throat. He was right, she would do that... She could be dragged to any part of the country like that... "Leave the Iron Fleet, as long as it's not stationed in Blackwater Bay, you don't have to worry about it to take over the city." he knocked over the ship figures representing the Iron Fleet.

It was obvious that he felt like a fish in the water on this topic, and it got off her chest that he didn't laugh at her for wanting to rule and not knowing how to conduct wars. She silently walked to the other side of the table only to knock over the dragon figurine on Casterly Rock with one slow movement of her hand - the city that had been so hotly discussed in this room not long ago. Then she looked up at Robb, who smiled at her gently, as if approving that she understood what he meant: she has quite a lot of strength, she doesn't have to worry about gathering strength, slowly marching towards the goal or surrounding the enemy.

"I think I know what you're going to say..." she started, taking the figurine that she had just knocked over and slowly walking back to her previous place. "...leave Dragonstone?"

"I know this is your home-"

"This is not my home." she interrupted him.

For a moment he wanted to ask where her home was then, but he decided against it, remembering everything he knew about her childhood. Maybe she doesn't have a home...? That's... Sad.

"It's a good place only for ships." when she stood next to him, he stretched out his hand to take the figurine from her, which she kept moving between her fingers. Again the brush of skin against skin, gentle warmth. "Harrenhal will be much better for the army. Large enough to accommodate all your forces, you cut off the west and King's Landing is left to itself."

There was silence for a moment, mainly because it suddenly thundered. A storm had been gathering all afternoon, and it finally started, now, like some sign from fate.

"We are planning together, does that mean we are already allies?"

"Are you asking me to fall on my knees and swear allegiance?" they turned their eyes to each other at almost the same moment. She bought herself a moment by taking a sip of wine that was still in her goblet.

"I'll give it a thought." she said it completely honestly, not to play to her advantage.

"So I guess you can call me your ally, at least for a while."

~

-> Chapter XXXVI ''We can't win'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

[darkwolf76]

This board features an original character that I created for Rougeification’s Game of Thrones fanfic series “Three Heads of the Dragon”. The events of the series take place a century before the start of the show/books. It has wonderful writing, a cast of riveting original characters, and an exciting plot. Four installments are planned for the series, and the second one is currently in progress. You can check out the completed first installment here!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12690482/1/A-Crown-of-Bones

[mugaki]

(daenerys flying drogon)

daenerys: *silence*

drogon:*silence*

daenerys: are you eating your food?

drogon: *rawr* (Of course, mother.)

daenerys: then how come i saw a pile of burnt goats on the beach?

drogon: *whispering rawr* (it's supposed to be at the bottom of the ocean.)

daenerys: what was that, drogon?

drogon: *rawr* (i got full, mother.)

daenerys: next time don't be putting a lot on your plate.

drogon: *rawr* (huh?)

daenerys: stop wasting food, drogon.

drogon: *rawr* (yes, mother.)

rhaegal: *snickering rawr* (drogon, drogon, drogon.)

drogon: *rawwrrrr!!!* (shut up, rhaegal!)

[something-tofightfor]

You wrote the best fanfic i've ever read (burning bright) AND fixed game of thones. Love your writing, thank you for everything ❤

(if george r r martin decides he's not finishing the song of ice and fire, i'm keeping your version as the real version)

I didn’t write burning bright - that’s @tropes-and-tales - but I agree! That’s definitely WAY UP THERE in terms of Oberyn fics. I remember DEVOURING all of the available chapters last year and how HAPPY they made me to read.

I wish I’d written such an immensely creative and well written story!

[jojo91210]

So I don’t know what’s worse: That I ship SkekSo with Daenerys from ‘Game of Thones’ or the fact that I photoshopped a poster so perfect that I’m 100% certain that a fanfic writer somewhere is gonna use this without my knowledge.

[wpmorse]

“Had it been me up there, I should have sent Ser Loris. He’s so wanted to go... And a man who has Lannisters for his enemies  would do well to make the Tyrells his friends.” Game of Thrones - Chapter 43

For today's Game of Thrones illustration, Ned Stark has just sent men to hunt down Gregor Clegane in the Riverlands. Loras Tyrell is offended that he was not allowed to lead them. As Varys gives Ned some advice he flounces away.

For this series, this is Loras Tyrell's first appearance. (This series of illustrations. I know he appears about a hundred pages before in the book.) The other thing about this picture it's my first opportunity to draw the Iron Thone. The first thing an illustrator has to remember that the book throne is nothing like the one on the HBO series. George R. R. Martin's description is fairly vague, sticking with words like massive, ugly, asymmetrical and very, very sharp. It's really tempting to want to add cushions, but the book makes clear that the discomfort is the whole point. (Back in my fanfic days, I had an idea for a humorous short story where we meet a man whose job to sharpen all of the blades)

For the most part, I mostly used Marc Simonetti's version as a starting template. I made it a little smaller so it would fit into the shots of some future pictures I have planned. I made the throneroom smaller as well mostly basing it on the interior of the Amiens Cathedral. (Though it occurs to me with Aegon practically building the Red Keep around the Iron Throne with dragons helping, the throne room could be the only example of Valaryan architecture in Westeros outside of Dragonstone.

As for Ser Loras, the most important thing was to make him pretty. While I'll need to show that there's a bit of danger to him. Like Jaime Lannister, he's a prodigy. In fact, later on, Jaime considers him almost a mirror image of him at that age. However, right now we need a face that both Sansa and Renly fall in love with. I went with making him look a bishonen hero from a Yaoi manga. Someone who, even when he's furious like now, someone's first reaction would be, "isn't he cute when he pouts?"

[roguebelle]

READ IT

Fic: This Is Why We Fight

AO3

Rating: Mature Summary:  “You’re sure.”Lady Sansa’s voice was quiet, and even. Whatever her inner thoughts were, she kept them well hidden beneath her pale eyes.

“Not sure, no.” Ser Brienne of Tarth stood in front of her, ramrod straight. ————————————————————————————–

The The Battle for King’s Landing looms before the forces of the North and of Essos. Brienne of Tarth has never been one to step back from a fight. Even if she’s fighting for two.

Relationships: Jaime Lannister / Brienne of Tarth Tags: Post 8x04 AU