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Jaqen x Smallfolk!reader.

Reader always instinctively knows Jaqen, even when he's taken a different name or face, which is why he keeps coming back.

Reader is an orphan, but an adult. Her profession is probably seamstress or town healer.

I don't know if that's enough details, but that's about as much as my mind will come up with. Sorry if it's not enough.

Thank you either way. Big fan of your blog!

The Girl Who Saw

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- Summary: He would always return and you would always know it was him. No matter what face he wears.

- Pairing: smallfolk!reader/Jaqen H’ghar

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @oxymakestheworldgoround @idenyimimdenial

- A/N: Due to lack of information this short story only has 960 words.

The bell above your shop door jingles softly, a silver chime that barely cuts through the hum of your needle gliding through linen. You don’t look up right away—not until you’ve finished the last stitch on the hem, biting the thread cleanly between your teeth. The light in the doorway is strange, distorted as if the sun were unsure how to shine on whoever stands there. But even before your eyes lift, before you glimpse the stranger’s silhouette, something curls in your chest like a waking cat. Recognition. Instinct. You always know. No matter the name he gives, the color of his eyes, the bend of his smile—it’s always him.

When you finally glance up, he is already watching you.

He’s different this time. Not the sly Lorathi with red and white hair, not the gaunt merchant with dull eyes and a limp. Now, he’s taller, broader across the shoulders. His face is dark, weathered by sun and wind, with a soldier’s stoic mouth and a jagged scar that cuts through his left brow. A northern sellsword, by the look of him. Rough leathers, old steel. Nothing like the others. And yet... your heart stutters, all the same.

“Can I help you?” you ask, voice casual, hands busy folding the small tunic you’d been mending. You give no sign that you know him. Not yet.

“A cloak,” he says, stepping inside. His voice is deeper now, rougher — but not enough. “For the cold. This one was told a girl here makes them well.”

You hum, tilting your head as you examine him. “Plenty of girls make cloaks. You came a long way just to find one.”

The man smiles—and there it is. Not the expression itself, but the delay. The fraction of a second where he shifts behind his mask, adjusting to a role that does not fit quite right. It’s always that moment that gives him away.

“You’ll want wool, then,” you continue, as if nothing inside you is clawing forward. You gesture toward a folded bolt of dark green cloth. “Strong, tightly spun. Keeps out the wind.”

He approaches the counter, silent steps that echo nothing. “That will do,” he says.

You begin cutting without asking for measurements. You already know what size he wears. “What name do you go by today?” you ask softly, your scissors slicing through fabric like whispers through air.

The silence that follows is thick and stifling. You hear it in the way his breath pauses. When he speaks again, it’s careful, measured. “A man does not understand the question.”

You smile faintly, eyes still on the cloth. “Don’t you, though?”

He says nothing.

“Last time, you called yourself Rorik. Before that, you were Tomas. And before that… gods, what was it? Harnel? No, that was in Gulltown.” You look up finally, pinning him with your gaze. “It doesn’t matter. I always know. Always.”

There’s a flicker in his expression then—not fear, not even surprise. It’s something stranger. Curiosity, yes. But also something rarer for him: uncertainty.

“You are clever,” he says, quietly. Almost to himself. “Too clever, perhaps.”

You shrug. “I don’t try to be. I just… feel you. Even if you change everything, the way you look, the way you speak—something inside you stays the same. Maybe it’s your soul.”

He chuckles at that, though it’s a dry, strange sound. “A man has no soul.”

You narrow your eyes. “Don’t tell lies. Not here. Not to me.”

He watches you in silence, and for once, he doesn’t have the upper hand. You’ve unsettled him. You see it in the way his hands flex slightly, the faint twitch of his brow. And yet, he’s drawn in closer—not retreating, not leaving. He never does.

“Why do you keep coming back?” you ask, setting the half-finished cloak aside. “Is it me you’re looking for, or do you just want to see if you can fool me this time?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Then, “A man is not supposed to be known. Not this way.”

“Well,” you say, softly, stepping around the counter to face him, “maybe a man isn’t supposed to linger in the same dream more than once. And yet, here you are.”

He breathes out, as if your words strike somewhere too close. “You should not know. No one ever does.”

“But I do.”

You reach up then, not to touch him—not quite. Your fingers hover near his jaw, and his eyes track the movement like a predator who suddenly realizes he’s been cornered. Your voice is a murmur now, intimate. “You wear a hundred faces. But when you look at me, it’s always the same eyes. Always the same shadow behind them.”

He leans into your hand then, just a breath—no more than that. But it’s enough.

“You could name me,” he says. “And unmake what I am.”

You shake your head. “I would never.”

He studies you for a long, quiet moment. The mask wavers. And for the first time, you think you see a glimpse of the real man—the one beneath all the names, the faces, the assassin’s creed. Tired. Lonely. Searching for something even he doesn’t understand.

“Then why do you let me play this game?”

“Because I like watching you lose,” you whisper, smiling gently. “And because… even when you try to hide from me, you always come back.”

His lips twitch into something that almost resembles warmth. “Yes,” he says. “A man does.”

You don’t finish the cloak that day. He stays longer than he should, sitting by your hearth as the shadows lengthen, and though he never gives you a real name, for once, he doesn’t try to be anyone else.

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Poison Oak {Jaqen H’Ghar x Reader Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3568 Summary: You travel in disguise to visit a fellow no one. Along the way, you become a someone. Notes: It is Jaqen and follows the show, so there will be death mentioned.

The armor, these ‘uniforms’ that the Lannister men wear had to be more uncomfortable than the most grizzled of faces. The squeakiness of the metal, the weight of it. A woman does not complain, though she wears something that was not made for her. A woman does not let anyone else know that she is not a man. You wore the face of a man for now, becoming one in manner, voice, and appearance. That was a gift from the Many-Faced God. You were no one behind the face. You were simply ‘A woman’ when you did not wear it, no name of your own, no past, only freedom, only unlimited skies. You were not currently on a job; you had no target near you that you were meant to assassinate. You were here for the company, despite the troublesome circumstances. You were a woman coming to meet a man.

“Jaqen H’Ghar,” you said, your eyes catching onto those of your friend. A Faceless man recognizes another, and for a second, you see that his own eyes brighten up. You were always able to read his faces better than any book in the Citadel library. Every little twitch, glint in the eye, even the way that his nostrils would flare. Whatever face that he wore, you would be able to tell. That was a gift from the Many-Faced God.

His head bowed to you, and he turned a corner into a corridor leading into the great castle. A quiet place, where we could talk alone. Despite the desolation of the castle, it’s near ruin, and the rumors of it being a cursed place - quiet was hard to find here. Echoes of those being tortured by ‘the Tickler’ were often bouncing around, reaching the ears of everyone, no matter how hard they held their hands to try to attain silence. “You’ve used this face before,” He hummed, firelight bouncing off of his red hair.

“It is one of my favorites,” You admitted, your smile pulling at the hollowed cheeks of the person you were wearing. “Do you remember when I wore it last?”

“Raventree Hall,” He nodded. “A man does not forget a kill. Especially when it is a team effort.”

To others outside of you and him, this might sound like a stiff conversation. To the point. Almost impersonal. But your heart was beating fast beneath all of this metal, flesh and bone. Feeling first and thinking later was not the way that the Faceless Men operated - all except for you. Feelings were the only reason you were here.

“A job well done, in my books. It may be foolish for a woman to believe in luck, and yet I find this face to be the ... a charm for me. And it has worked again.”

“Who are you?” Jaqen asked, curiously. The two of you could do this all day. Coming up with backgrounds and names for the faces that you wore, weaving together a life that could be discarded and forgotten at any moment. That was the thrill of it. It was such a short time to be someone, before returning to being no one.

“My name is Barrish Falwell,” you said, in a low and gravelly voice that matched the face. “I grew up in Gulltown, the son of a fisherman, and became a sailor meself, having my first fishing boat by the time I was thirteen. I found there was more money in transportin’ than in Fishing, so I made my livin by ferryin’ people to and fro, across the waters. I found me a wife, an’ I had two daughters, the most precious people in my life they’ll forever be - though they were drowned during a storm, and I had no more love for the sea. I gave up my vocation to become a soldier for the Lannisters, who I’ve chosen to give my loyalty to, as I have no love for the Starks or the Baratheon brothers. Joffrey is and should be the one true king by right, and it is only what’s right that keeps the world goin’ round. If I should die for them, I’ll be back with my family, and it will be the most noble way to die.”

“What made Barrish so interested in the line of inheritance to the throne?” Jaqen asked, as if testing. I had an answer for everything, though. I paid close attention to my story. Details were my strong suit.

“I once had the displeasure of ferrying Stannis across a short way. He paid me poorly for the pleasure. Did not even give a tip, not the flash of an extra coin. A man like that should not be in any sort of power. He’ll cheat all the common man. But not the Lannisters. No, it is in their motto. t’s only right that a boy raised with those values continue to sit on the throne. Bring the Seven Kingdoms to prosperity by payin’ everyone who is loyal to them.”

“And you believe you’ll be paid for this?”

“Aye, I do. A Lannister always pays his debts, so surely, I would be paid for my loyalty and hard work, no?” You said, your voice still gravelly. You sounded pathetically naive. You sounded like just the kind of man that a Lannister would let into his service willingly. And to give one of the shit jobs that no one cares about. There were more than enough men to watch over the castle, without having some slim ferryman like you around.

“Hello, Barrish Falwell,” Jaqen said with a small smirk, leaning against the stone wall. “Do you miss your wife?”

“Very much so, friend. She was the mos’ amazing woman that I’ve ever met. I was quite the lucky man to have her. Enith, her name was. The jewel of our town too, the prettiest pearl that ever lived. Aye, that she was.”

“I once knew a woman like that myself,” Jaqen said, his eyes darting over your playfully.

“An’ what happened to her?” You asked, your own shining brightly through the face that you were wearing. It was so unlike your own. Such masculine features to cover any feminine that you had. Even your body seemed to transform in the garb that you were wearing, in the way that you walked, your mannerisms, had all become that of a weary widowed man just trying to get through the day.

“She became no one,” Jaqen said, a rare smile crossing his handsome face. His true face, on this occasion, was the one that you admired the most.

“What a beautiful thing to happen,” you said. Though it wasn’t entirely the truth. To be truly no one - one must have no attachments, no past, no future. You had one attachment, and he was standing in front of you. To be attached to a man with no attachments - it was a torturous way to live. But you could not help yourself - you were not just a woman, but you were a woman in love.

The sound of approaching footsteps, more like clanks in the armor, came to your attention and you and Jaqen both straightened up, faces serious, looking like men on duty. A soldier walked past with barely a look at the two of you. “It is dangerous for a woman to be here,” Jaqen said, that slight hint of joviality in his eyes gone.

“It’s dangerous for anyone to be here, there’s a war,” you said, your own mouth in a straight line. “Why do you stick around so? There’s much work to be done back in Braavos. Prices are high during these dire times.”

“A debt needs to be paid, and I must stay until it is done,” Jaqen said, and with those words, you knew that there was nothing that was going to get him to leave.

“To the Red God?” You asked in a low tone.

“To the Red God,” He affirmed.

“A woman understands. If a debt is to be paid, then a debt is to be paid,” you said with a nod. “I will stay until your business is over.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, and moved in closer, his breath warm against your worn face. “Why does a woman choose to stay?” He asked you. “It is perilous, even for us. Faces - they cannot save us from this war.”

“Death will come when it comes,” you said, shrugging that off. “A woman is no coward to it. But it is dangerous to travel alone in these times, so I shall wait for you. And then we shall set back together.”

After a moment, he nods. “I can agree to this. Be careful - we are not the only ones who do not belong here. I will signal you when the debts are paid.”

“Excellent,” you said, right as a feeling of cold goes through you, his breath removed, Jaqen gone down the hallway to attend to his duties - those of a Faceless man, and those of the soldier that he was pretending to be. You breathed out yourself, and then set off, one foot in front of the other, to a soldier’s patrol, blending in seamlessly.

This face got you through the next while. No one suspected you of a thing, and not even the slightest about being an outsider here. You were never apart from this face, not when you slept among the rest of the men, not when you thought you were alone, not for a second. You lived and breathed being Barrish Falwell. You were flawless in this, truly becoming the man, moaning out his dead wife’s name in his sleep to the displeasure of the others around, taking part in the drinking of ale and having a preference for sitting close to the fire, and even talking dirty about women, making sickening jokes.

Jaqen was never too far, his eyes either on you, or on a masquerading girl who poured wine for Tywin Lannister. It was a wonder to you that others did not see through her short hair and boyish face to the female beneath. It was she who had saved Jaqen, and thus owed the Red God three deaths, using Jaqen to get them. The Ticker - he was the first. You knew Jaqen’s handiwork, the body lying dead in the courtyard, under the windows. What a relief, you may finally get a night’s break from the screams. Ser Amory Lorch. It was not done with the usual grace, so it must have been under extreme haste. That set Tywin on guard who starts to order the assassination of many of his own men. Although Jaqen seemed safe, it seemed as if time was running out for you. You kept your head down, keeping to yourself, still giving off the appearance of a man who was too loyal to do this, too scared of Tywin to do something like this, too pathetic to kill someone of his own volition. But it felt as if eyes were ever on you.

It would be only too easy to remove the guise of Barrish Falwell. To rid yourself of the face and slip on another, become someone else. But a newcomer now would only be under more suspicion. A woman had to be smart, smarter than any man in order to survive this. But you were running low on ideas. You had gotten the call - Tywin wished to see you and three other soldiers that night, after dinner.

As you were thinking, silently having your stew and your ale, a slight nudge on your back told you everything that you needed to know. It was calculated. It was purposeful. It was the signal that something was to happen. Your eyes darted to the back of Jaqen as he walked through the tables to his own, sitting down with some of the other men. His own blue eyes looked back at you, and you turned back to your bowl.

It would not be your death given to the Red God today. He would make sure of that.

An escape plan had been forged. Jaqen had wordlessly met you after the sun had gone down, when you were meant to be making your way to Tywin. Instead of going to where you were supposed to be, you walked with Jaqen towards the gates, and silently dispatched the guards there. Killing was as easy to you as eating, as drinking water from a fresh stream. Blade through the flesh and move on. The Red God would be happy with your offering. Jaqen pinned them in place with their own spears to not arouse suspicion until the morning shift came around to relieve them, giving plenty of time to escape. You left with him in the hills, leaving Barrish behind. Your own skin was touched by the wind for the first time in days, a sigh of relief escaping from your lips.

“So, a girl has given you your name?” You asked towards Jaqen as you walked away from the girl and her companions. “That is quite a cruel twist. A girl will go far in life.”

Jaqen looked grumpy as he remembered the sound of his name coming out of the lips of Arya Stark. The girl had pushed him into doing more than he had intended to do. Killed more than the God had required. “I would have had to do it.”

“I know, you’re a killer with honor,” you said, looking amused, nonetheless. “If such a thing exists, it is surely you.”

Despite the heavy armor that you were stuck wearing - there was not much else that would protect you if you were to come across others on the road back to the Braavos - you were walking quickly, near skipping, energy in your stride. You held your hands behind you, walking a short distance ahead of Jaqen, turning your head to face him. His blue eyes looked at you and then down at the ground, and if you didn’t know better, you would almost think that he was blushing.

“A man is,” He nodded, his eyes continuing to look down at the worn trail that you were taking. It was not a road; you were both avoiding those. Besides - the roads took too long, creating detours. “Has to be, when a girl lacks it.”

“Has it left a bitter taste in your mouth?” You teased.

“Like poison oak,” He stated.

“And yet you have given her the coin, our codeword,” You reminded him. “I think that you secretly saw something in her. More of that poison oak that you could help grow, to spread towards targets.”

“There was something there,” He admitted, more so to himself than to you. “A potential, yes. Sometimes it can be found in the most unlikely of places.”

“It almost sounds as if a man has a heart,” you said, tilting your head towards him as you walked.

“A man has never said that he hasn’t,” He retorted, making you smile. And making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, like you were sitting by a fire after coming out of the rain. It felt as if he were flirting with you. Almost too good to be true.

And when things are too good to be true - they usually were. Because all of a sudden, his arm shoved you away from him, hard, sending you falling onto the ground. Your head hits one of the rocks, causing your vision to grow fuzzy. You were struggling to hang onto it, to stay conscious. Your hand went to the back of your head and pulled away with crimson on your fingers. You had seen enough blood to know exactly what it was. And you had also caused enough head injuries to know that it wasn’t a good thing at all.

Where you had been standing only seconds before, an arrow was sticking out of the ground. The feathers attached to it were red - The Lannisters. They had found their dead and sent trackers after the two of you.

Jaqen managed to make quick work of them while you stayed low to the ground, putting pressure where the wound was despite the fact that it hurt. You were moaning, unable to keep it from coming out of you. The rising sun hurts your eyes, making you close them tightly. Clenching, more like.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked, returning to your side, using the name that you often used in your disguises. It was close to the name that you had been born with, but not close enough to bring back all of the bad memories.

“Hit my head - on the rock -” you said, pointing towards the spot where your head had made contact. There was a bit of your blood there, oxidizing in the sunshine. It would be brown soon, rather than red, but still a sign that you had been there.

“I - have pushed you too hard,” he said, using first-person speech. “I should have noticed -”

“You still saved me,” you said, opening up one of your eyes to look at him. There was more concern in his expression than you had ever seen from him before. “I would have been shot with that arrow if you hadn’t pushed me.”

“I do not owe the Red God your death,” Jaqen said, putting his arms under you and picking you up, armor and all. You winced at the movement, still holding your head. “I will not let him have it until the time is right.”

“I feel a little dizzy, Jaqen,” you said, though that was an understatement. The world was spinning, and he was spinning too. You closed your eyes again to keep yourself from growing sick, though that didn’t help the vertigo. He managed to move as stealthily as ever, while keeping his stance solid. You weren’t being jostled around inside of his arms. And then, to your surprise, you found yourself lying on soft, sweet-smelling hay.

You opened your eyes to see that you were somehow in a cart, and Jaqen was beside you. He had changed his clothes, into softer linens, no longer looking like a soldier. He pressed his finger to your lips, to stop you from speaking.

“I cannot apologize enough,” he said, looking deep into your eyes. “I never meant to hurt you. Never you.”

“Ja-” You started, but he pressed his finger a little rougher against your lips, stopping you.

“Seeing you hurt - it makes me ... it makes me want to rage against the Red God, for even attempting to take you. It is blasphemy, but I cannot help myself. I cannot help myself. Not a man-”

He looked out the back of the cart, at the road that you were on. You didn’t question whose cart you were in, or who was driving, where you were going, how Jaqen had convinced them to let you both on. All of those details were unimportant. All you could focus on, or tried to focus on as the world was spinning, were his eyes.

“I do not know when I became I - but it is because of you,” he said, his voice softer than anything that you had ever heard before. Like velvet. You could feel it like a texture over your skin. “A man has become ... a man who loves you.”

Your breath caught in your throat - if you even had any breath left. It felt like it had been pushed out of your lungs, and then all of a sudden, bellowed back in, making you breathe in deeply. A look of concern came over his face and he lightly started to look over your wound again, moving the hay beneath you to get a better view.

“It’s okay - I’m okay,” You tried to convince him, reaching up to his arm to stop him from touching the wound, from poking around it. That wasn’t your focus either. “Who are you now, tell me again.”

“A man in love,” he said, more resolutely this time, like he believed it rather than realized it.

“Ask me,” you said, weakly. His eyebrow raised at you and so you nodded at him slightly, trying to get him to do the same.

“Who are you?” He asked, in the exact same tone that he had when he asked you in the castle days ago. You had given him all the details of a false identity back then. A fake name. A fake life. A fake dead wife and children. But what you were going to say now was going to be the truth, the whole truth.

“A woman in love.” You answered him.

His coarse fingers skimmed over your forehead, caressing it in a way he made sure was nowhere near the wound on your head. And then he lowered himself down and kissed it, his lips chapped and dry but felt wonderful, nonetheless.

“We could be somebodies,” You whispered, feeling the energy draining out of you. “When I wake up - we could be somebodies together.”

“I would enjoy that,” he said, his own voice softer than touch. “When you wake up.”

“When I ... wake up...” You said again, before everything went black.

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megsironthrone · 7 years ago

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Pleasant Company

Based on this request: Hi! Would it be possible to have a Jaqen H'gar and reader, where the two meet and decided to travel together and they get close? Not necessarily in love but they like each other company? Thanks and I really enjoy reading what you write! And sorry for the error, english is not my first langage! by @darkjedipoptarts

Masterpost

Here you are! I do not own Jaqen. He belongs to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: It’s short. I literally could not think of anywhere else to take it.

Pairings/Characters: Jaqen H’ghar x reader

When you first met Jaqen, you were a little wary. He had a mysterious way about him, down to the way that he spoke. Still, you had seen him fight first hand and knew that there was probably no one better to travel with in the entire world. You weren't sure exactly how the subject was brought up, but you ended up asking Jaqen if you could travel with him, wherever he was going.

"This one's path holds many dangers. Are you certain you are ready?" You nodded eagerly. Maybe you could even convince Jaqen to train you a little bit better. You'd had some basic combat training but nothing like what Jaqen could do. Granted, you were certain that Jaqen had been training his entire life whereas you hadn't. "Then, it is time to go." You hiked your pack up on your shoulder and followed after Jaqen.

While you traveled, the two of you learned a lot about each other. It took a while, but Jaqen revealed to you that he was a Faceless Man from Braavos. Most people would have been frightened. You'd heard of them before. But you weren't afraid. If Jaqen had wanted to hurt you, he would have done so already. Besides, he only killed to appease the Many-Faced god. Your name wasn't on the list at the moment, so you were able to breathe easy.

But your favorite part of traveling with Jaqen? The nights. At night, when you would make camp, Jaqen would get very still and quiet. You could hear everything around you in such clarity. Everything from the owls in the trees, to the whispering of the brook and the rustling of leaves. Jaqen would sit there, sometimes with his eyes closed and just take it in, prompting you to do the same. He taught you the value of silence in those nights.

One night, you sat next to the fire and sighed in content. Jaqen opened his eyes and bestowed a soft smile on you. "A man has given your request thought. Are you still willing to be trained?" You jerked your head toward him and nodded vigorously. "Then you must travel with this one to Braavos. To the House of Black and White. The journey is long and difficult, but, should you succeed, you shall prove your worth to study under the Many-Faced god." You beamed at him.

Jaqen continued to sit in quiet reflection until you fell asleep. Then, he sighed lowly. He wasn't used to traveling companions. Yet, you were different. You weren't overly nosy or loud. You let him be during his quiet moments and you didn't try and force conversation. You never looked at him like you were afraid of him. Unlike most of his former acquaintances, Jaqen found that you were rather intelligent, ready to take on whatever the world threw at you. You were prepared to adapt to a life that wasn't always easy. All-in-all, he found your company very pleasant. He only hoped that would continue on the journey to Braavos.

He wanted to believe that you could handle what was coming. Since the death of the Waif girl at the hands of Arya Stark, Jaqen had lost some of his faith. He hoped that, maybe, it could be restored with your help. The thought brought a smile to his face as he lay down to sleep across from you.

By the time the two of you boarded the ship for Braavos, you were certain that Jaqen was the closest friend you'd ever had. He knew everything about you now. He was a little more reserved that you, but you figured that was just his nature. After all, he was a Faceless Man. Everything in their past was pretty much erased by the time their training was done. Not that he didn't remember it, but he had no time to dwell on it when he had to assume the face of another.

"Jaqen? Will I be a Faceless Man like you?" He looked up from his staff and gave a little nod. "If you are willing and determined. If you obey the laws of the Many-Faced god, then you shall be No One." You nodded and sat down. The two of you sat there in silence while the crew bustled around you. "Thanks for this, Jaqen. You really are a good friend." Jaqen shook his head fondly and chuckled. He'd never been called a friend before, but he was certain you were his. Still, he said nothing as you sat there, just enjoying each other's company.

(a/n: I know it’s short, but I hope you like it!)

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macabrebatz · 1 month ago

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GAME OF THRONES MASTERLIST

(No fanfics here….yet)

Characters I write for:

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Tywin Lannister

Tyrion Lannister

Jaime Lannister

Brienne of Tarth

Bronn

Jorah Mormont

Daenerys Targaryen

Sandor Clegane

Jaqen H’ghar

Oberyn Martell

Mance Rayder

Benjen Stark

And maybe more will be added, we shall see…

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that-was-not-supposed-to-happen · 8 years ago

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The House of Black and White

pairing: Jaqen H’ghar x Reader

request: Could you write a Jaqen H'gaar one shot where the reader is like (or is, it's up to you) Arya's older sister and they go to Braavos together, and the reader ends up catching feelings for Jaqen. Can it also maybe have a smutty ending? Thank you!

warnings: smut

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The dark halls of the house of black and white held more secrets than you could ever hope to uncover. Even after months of roaming around in the darkness you still got lost and had to find your way back through places that seemed to change shape every time you looked away, just as the people did.

Arya couldn't be convinced to go back home, so you had accompanied her on the journey, feeling a rush of guilt once she told you to leave for Winterfell. As much as you yearned for home, Arya was like family to you and leaving her alone was not an option.

A familiar figure caught your attention, moving down an alley that you hadn't even noticed before. Jagen quickly made his way down the stairs, into the abyss that only promised dark secrets not meant for your eyes.

You followed him anyway, silent with a drumming heart in your chest. He stood in the middle of the room, his back turned to you when you emerged behind him. Your eyes were focused on him, leaving you obvious to the faces covering the walls all around you. When you did noticed them, you could hardly hold in the scream that threatened to leave your mouth.

"I assume a girl is lost?" He hadn't turned around yet but there was no doubt he was talking to you. How could you even think for a second he wouldn't notice?

You hadn't tried to spy on him but still blushed at being discovered like this. There was something about him that had held your fascination from day one. There was no way to tell if the man in front of you was the same you had met the previous day or the day before that. For all you knew about this place he could be a stranger wearing the face of Jagen H'ghar.

Maybe it was just his face you had fallen for but somehow you knew that was not the case. He was the same person.

His face showed no sign of emotion like usual, though he had a strange look in his eyes when he turned to watch you.

Slowly moving backwards, you hit a wall as you watch him stride towards you. He was impossible to read. Did he intend to kill you for coming down here or simply wanted to make you leave? Preparing for the worst when he stretches out his hand, you're surprised when his hand moves across your cheek, eyes burning into you.

"Why did you follow me, dear?"

You blink a few times, surprised by him directly addressing you. It was something you hadn't heard very often in all the time spending here.

He only showed a small grin when you didn't answer quick enough, "Turn around."

You did as you were told, feeling him step up behind you. His hands moved up your sides, down your arms until he covers your hands with his. He takes them, placing your hands on the stone pillar in front of you.

You open your mouth to ask what he's doing but are cut off by the clicking of his tongue, "Quiet."

His fingertips run up the insides of your legs, pulling up your skirt in the process. A light slap on your rear proves that you weren't imagining things and he's about to do what you had hoped all along.

You're left gasping for air when he finally pushes inside, setting your whole body on fire. His nails dig almost painfully into your skin while your hips are slamming together in a perfect rhythm.

For someone so composed all the time, it was strange to see him lose all kind of restrain. When you looked back over your shoulder there was a variety of emotions displayed on his face. The stone-cold facade broken for once.

His breath ghosts over your skin, leaving kisses on your shoulder blade and along your neck. The thrusts get harder and faster, pressing you against the pillar. Your nails scratch along every body part of his that you can reach. With your whole body tensing, you cry out as you reach your orgasm and a warm feeling engulfs every part of you.

Jagen stilled inside you with heavy breathing, only lightly rocking his hips against you. His body tense until you felt a flood of warmth inside you that slowly began to run down your legs.

Whatever had gotten into him today, you really hoped he'd continue with it. You couldn't have dreamed of a better outcome of this day.

#jaqen h'ghar imagine #jaqen h'ghar x reader #jaqen h'ghar #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #smut

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a-libra-writes · 2 years ago

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I'm so glad you're still writing, so many people have left tumblr, I thought you'd leave too 😭. I really love your writing and have been reading your old ASOIAF fics for a while now because you're one of the few people who write for Jaqen and Petyr. Anyway, I was hoping you could write some hc's for a reader who seams stoic and emotionless at first, but gets incredibly flustered in their presence with Petyr, Jaqen, Tywin, Roose, Jaime and Tyrion (My issues are showing with my selection, I know 😅).

Oh i wouldnt perma leave without saying anything; I just take lotsa breaks bc life! Aight here's your peeps.

No warnings except reader is married (therefore femme) in some. Also we know how SOME of these men are lol.

Petyr - You know what they say about blood in the water...

Everyone has their weaknesses, and Petyr is delighted to find out that your's is him. He pretends not to notice at first, then purposefully uses words and light touches and flattery to just further embarrass you... all the while acting clueless about why you're sputtering.

Jaqen - It's charming to see that side of you. People always have quirks like that, and he enjoys finding them.

It amuses the unusual man, and sometimes he'll tease you by disguising as someone else then surprising you with the face you like best. He hopes you aren't like this around anyone else, half because he worries about them taking advantage of it, half because he likes having this different side of you to himself.

Tywin - A sign of weakness, perhaps. At least, he sees it differently depending on your relationship.

If you both aren't close, he just writes it off as a "weakness" and perhaps something to take advantage of in the future. If you're both actually married and he, you know ... cares, then it's more amusing. He's glad you don't show your hand so easily to others, and has more than a little pride knowing that he's the reason you act this way.

Roose - Really, this is nothng short of a small, petty victory to him. He noticed the way you acted immediately, though pretended not to.

There would subtle actions and 'accidental' touches and chance meetings, perhaps to keep you on your toes ... perhaps just for his own amusement. If you two were married, he would relish in your flustering quite a bit. He likes to wait until the right moment, like when you're speaking to someone or in front of others, to come up quietly and try to surprise you, just to see how your face and voice changes.

Jaime - It probably takes a bit to figure out, but when he finally does, he's so smug about it.

Jaime is like an immature boy bothering a girl he likes, he figures out he's your 'weakness' and likes to tease you endlessly about it. He wouldn't admit it, but the way you talk and act to others is a bit ... unnerving to him, so he prefers this - you're wearing your emotions on your face, and there's no lying or manipulations. It ends up endearing him to you more than he'll admit.

Tyrion - Initially, he thought your strange reaction was you being bothered by him somehow...

You weren't like this with others, not that he'd seen, anyway - and most were disgusted by and mistrusting of him, but ... this isn't quite the same. Tyrion began to pay extra attention to how he talked and acted toward you, and began to think .. No, it can't be. There's no way you were actually flustered by him. You, a lady who was known for keeping herself together and tight-laced. Even as the evidence ramps up, and others can see it, he has trouble believing it.

#okay TO BE FAIR anon - jaqen and tyrion are perfectly chill #a shame about the rest tho LOL (/lh)#petyr baelish x reader #jaqen h'ghar x reader #tywin lannister x reader #rooss bolton x reader #jaime lannister x reader #tyrion lannister x reader

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ingloriousblasters · 6 years ago

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Hungry Eyes (Jaqen x Female Reader)

A/N: So I watched GoT for the first time and found some writing inspiration I’ve been lacking. (Also trying to get out of my comfort zone and write for other characters) So, uh, here’s this!

Warnings: smut, fighting

He was watching you again. You didn’t even need to turn your head around to prove it. Ever since he invited you to the House of Black and White, Jaqen H’ghar had kept a protective eye on you.

You had come to Braavos to escape the life you had before. Fate had sent you down the wrong alleyway from the main road and you found yourself surrounded by a group of thieves, hungry for something other than the few coins you carried. You managed to knock one of them out but the other two were more than you could handle. A hit to your face and stomach sent you to the ground when a man dressed in gray robes intervened. You sat on the cobblestone with a bloody lip, watching the man’s fluid movements as he killed all three. He turned back around, offering you his hand.

“Come,” he had said. “A man will help a woman with her injuries.” He led you to the front of a large building; the door split in two colors: black on one half, white on the other. You had healed months ago but still remained in the House of Black and White, sweeping floors and cleaning the bodies of the dead. Those gray eyes always finding you.

You waited until you heard his footsteps getting closer before turning around. Jaqen had started training you to defend yourself. He told you, in his unique way, it was because he never wanted you to be caught in a situation like the one he found you in. During your training sessions, his touches were soft and his body close to yours; placing a hand to your lower back and adjusting your positions to show you how to defend yourself. But during your sparring, he didn’t hold back. All of it confusing to you as you had found yourself developing feelings for the Faceless Man.

Your frustrations finally came to a head during your latest training session. Over and over your body landed hard on the stone floor and Jaqen would extend his hand to help you back up, only to take you down again within a few minutes.

When your head landed on the ground for the tenth time you didn’t take Jaqen’s hand. Instead, you took your staff and swiped it underneath his legs when he wasn’t looking, sending the assassin to the floor. You rolled your body over his, straddling his lap and pinning him to the ground. You pressed the wooden stick against his neck to restrain him. As your chest quickly rose and fell, Jaqen’s eyes widen briefly before returning to their usual blank expression.

His hands still free, he sent a blow to one of your arms and you released the staff by reaction. In one quick motion Jaqen sat up, causing you to fall back some, and tossed the weapon to the side. He then grabbed your arms and pinned them to your sides. You growled in frustration and tried to wiggle your way free, but the man was stronger than you and didn’t budge.

You both stared at each other while catching your breath. His striking eyes penetrated yours and suddenly the realization that you were sitting on his lap entered your mind. Not knowing what had come over you, you moved closer to him and pressed your lips to his. You felt his grip on your arms loosen, but realized Jaqen was not kissing you back. Quickly you moved away from him, embarrassed at what you had just done, and walked out of the large room back towards your chambers.

Later that evening, having just taken the last pin out of your hair and it cascading over your shoulder, the door to your room creaked open. Your turned around to find Jaqen. Frozen where you stood, you watched him cross the threshold and close the door. You stared at one another, the silence overpowering.

“Why are you here?” you finally managed to squeak out through a dried throat. Though you already knew the answer.

Jaqen’s lips curved upwards, amused at your statement. “A man came to discuss about what happened earlier.”

��Oh.”

A rush of heat flooded your face. You were hoping he would never mention it again. The man hardly showed any emotion and for him to come to your room was unusual.

“A woman is nervous,” he stated, noticing the twitching in your fingertips as your arms folded together. “She has no need to be.”

You cocked your head to the side as he continued to explain.

“A man quite enjoyed the gift a woman bestowed on him.”

“You did?” you asked, shocked at his words.

He gave a short nod. “A man has certain wants…desires he does not allow himself to indulge in often. A man was unsure if a woman felt the same way...until today.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“A man has grown fond of the woman in front of him. He thought he should make his intentions known.”

Silence fell upon you both once more. All you wanted was to feel those lips again. On your mouth, on your chest, on your stomach, everywhere on your body.

You shook your head, acknowledging his honesty and took a step closer to him, untying the dark blue robes you wore as you did. The fabric slid off of your body, fully exposing yourself to him. The draft in the air set your skin ablaze in goosebumps and your nipples hardened, but Jaqen only kept eye contact with you. Those piercing gray-blue eyes never leaving yours.

There was a humming in the air and you realized it was the pounding of your heart against your chest. You wondered if the man could hear it too as you reached out to his robes. Carefully, you placed your hands on the leather belt around his waist and started to undo the knot. Jaqen did nothing to stop you and the belt fell to the floor with a thud.

You bit your lower lip as your hands traveled up to his chest and slid underneath the opening of the cloth. His skin was warm and smooth as your fingers explored up his shoulders and down his arms, taking the gray robe with them.

Your eyes faltered for a second as he stood in front you, just as exposed as you were. Hidden beneath the billowy robe was a well built assassin’s body. Smooth muscle adorned his arms, thighs, and stomach, and you swallowed hard before looking back up.

Jaqen’s face still showed no sign of emotion, but as your hands traced down his forearms and your fingertips grazed over his, in one swift move, he pulled you closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist and you let out a gasp. The sudden movement had caught you off guard.

Pressed against him, your hands moved up his chest to his neck, and then to either side of his face, bringing him closer to you. His strands of red and white hair fell forward as you leaned up and kissed him. Your mind elsewhere, it took a moment for you to realize that, this time, Jaqen was kissing you back. His soft lips parted to deepen the kiss and you followed, allowing his tongue access to explore your mouth.

Standing in the middle of your chambers, Jaqen began guiding you back towards the small cot in the corner. When your legs hit the edge, he broke away from your lips and gently helped you down onto the bedding. You reached your hand out for him and spread your legs, welcoming him to settle between them.

You could feel the tip of his cock brush against your folds and a whimper escaped your lips just as Jaqen leaned forward to reclaim them. He trailed kisses down your throat and around the sensitive spot on your neck, while one his hands traced over the swell of your breast. Every touch of his was getting more and more unbearable. You felt Jaqen everywhere except where you wanted him most and your body was in a frenzy.

“Please,” you whispered to the mysterious man. He paused at your pleading. His eyes caught yours and for a moment you thought you saw them soften before he looked away. He brought the hand that had been teasing your breast down and guided himself inside of you.

Your back arched as he filled you and Jaqen let out the long breath he had been holding in. When he began rocking his hips, your arms and legs wrapped around his sturdy frame. As his thrusts became quicker, the cracks in his stoic facade began to appear. His eyes hooded with lust and low groans and grunts began falling from his lips. For a moment in time, personal pleasure overruled the Faceless Man’s code.

You tried to keep quiet but a particular deep thrust from Jaqen sent a loud moan to escape your body and echo off the stone walls.

Feeling the overflow of warmth pooling within your core you knew it wouldn’t be long till you came undone. You begged Jaqen to keep going and within a few minutes your body was writhing underneath his. You pressed your mouth into his shoulder blade to keep the others in the house from hearing you.

Jaqen followed soon after, releasing himself inside of you. His forehead rested against yours and you placed light kisses on his lips before he rolled off of you. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was draping your arm over his chest.

When you woke the next morning, you were alone. No trace of the man found within your chambers. You dressed yourself while your brain wondered if the other night was a one time thing. Would a man have given in only once and never again? You weren’t sure if you could stay within these walls if so. Sharing a dwelling with the man you wanted but could never truly have was more than you could bare to think in the early hours.

You opened the door and headed down one of the halls to begin the day’s work when the deep voice stopped you.

“Good morning,” Jaqen said. He walked up to you with a small smile on his slanted lips and a knowing look in his eyes.

“Morning,” you replied. It was unlike him to greet you this way. At least not without wanting some chore to be done. Your face still blushed at the acknowledgment though.

Jaqen turned his head, peering up and down the hall you stood in. Then, looking back towards you with those striking eyes, he leaned in close and placed a soft kiss upon your cheek before continuing down the path he was headed on.

Perhaps you would stay after all.

#jaqen h'ghar #jaqen x reader #jaqen h'ghar x reader #game of thrones fanfic #tom wlaschiha #oh god #non rooker character #the hound will be next

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justallamaimaginingthings · 6 years ago

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Braavos [Jaqen H’Ghar x Stark!Reader]

A/n: I was rewatching old GoT scenes while trying to find something for a request and this came to my mind. Enjoy!

Words: 1000ish || GoT Masterlist

Being held captive by the Lannister army had been nothing but pure hell on earth. Seeing innocent northerners being tortured and slaughtered this way hurt you deeply. Knowing there was nothing you could do to help them was ever worse and you couldn’t help a feeling of guilt overtaking you. You had to get out of there and you had to do that soon. Luckily, your sister, Arya had managed to talk Jaqen into helping all of you out of Harrenhall. You couldn't wait to leave this horrible place but you were worried at the same time.

What if you were caught? What if Jaqen was caught?

Over your time in the fort you had developed some kind of friendship with the strange man from Braavos. Being completely honest, you should admit the bond the two of you shared was something more than a friendship and you both seemed to know it, even though you didn’t dare address the subject in fear of having misread the other’s intentions. But deep down you knew. Friends did not spend so much time sitting together is silence. Friends did not stare at each other’s lips while they were talking. And most of all, friends did not fall asleep thinking how it would be to wake up next to the other.

"And that's all he said?" you asked Arya for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. No matter how many times she explained what the red haired man had said, you couldn’t find it in yourself not to stress about it.

"We have to be at the gate at midnight, that's all he said. You opened your mouth to form another question but she beat you to it "No, I haven't seen or talked to him since then. Just stop worrying about it, you've seen what he can do" You sighted and nodded but your thoughts just couldn't strain from him.

Time seemed to go by in an agonizingly slow pace but after a lot of anxious waiting it was finally time to head for the gate. Upon finally reaching the much awaited destination the four of you froze. You looked at each other and quickly came to your senses as you rushed to hide behind an abandoned carriage.

"There are soldiers up there" Gendry half whispered half yelled, fear being clearly evident on his voice.

"But Jaqen said…"

"I don't know what your friend told you but I'm not risking that" Hot Pie interrupted Arya nodding towards the guards. Your heart was threatening to beat out of your chest as your brain struggled to find a logical explanation behind this. Jaquen had promised he’d do that and you knew he was a man of his word.

"I know this looks bad, but I trust Jaqen and so does Arya" you said after getting over the initial shock, hoping that if you remained calm the others would follow your example.

"There are two Lannister soldiers out there. This doesn't look bad, this is bad" Arya deadpanned

"It is our only choice. I don't know about you, but I'm not going back there. They are going to kill us and even in the exceptionally impossible case when they don't I will not stay here and stand by as the Lannisters torture innocent people" you insisted, emphasizing on the fact that no matter what it took to escape, it was a risk you were willing to take.

"How much do you trust this friend of yours?" Gendry asked

"With my life" you replied before getting up and walking straight to the gate. You expected the soldiers to yell at you but no reaction came. Arya and the boys were holding their breaths while they watched you nearing the solders. As you walked closer you realized they were all dead, but their bodies had been placed in natural stances so that no one would suspect something was wrong. You let a breath you didn't know you were holding and motioned to the others to come with you. The four of you ran out of the fort never looking back. You continued running until the sun came up.

Suddenly the shadow of a person appeared on a hill next to the path. Being unable to make out any features, you attempted to approached the dark cloaked figure, but before you had the chance to reach close enough he disappeared.

"What are you doing here?" you heard Arya ask, but you were too far behind to see whom she was talking to

"Waiting for you" The moment you heard Jaqen's voice you rushed past the two boys and Arya and almost knocked the redhead down. At first he was surprised by your actions but he soon relaxed into the hug and even held you closer.

"Thank the gods you're still alive" you whispered drawing a light chuckle from him. Hearing the relief in your tone was enough to make a warm feeling flood his chest as an unusual sense of joy and protectiveness got the best of him.

"It takes more than two solders to kill a man" he noted causing an equally wide smile to light up your features. You couldn't help but miss the feeling of his arms wrapped around you the moment he let go. For a second your eyes met and Jaqen could swear his heart skipped a beat. What was wrong with him? He was supposed to be no one and that meant no attatchments.

"How did you know we'd come this way?" Arya asked again, interrupting the sweet moment the two of you shared.

"After all the things you have seen, this is your question?" Jaqen replied trying to appear nonchalant by keeping his poker face.

"How did you kill those guards? Was it hard?" the young Stark insisted. Your sister had always been the stubborn type and you knew she was able to achieve whatever came to her mind.

"No harder than taking a new name, if you know the way" Jaqen explained calmly which only served to intruige you as well. The way he talked about it was almost magical and you couldn’t resist wanting to know more.

"Can you teach me how?" it was your turn to ask causing his eyes to snap back at you as he observed the genuine curiosity in your eyes that seemed to be mixed with admiration and a hint of something else, he couldn’t quite place his finger on.

"If you would learn, you must come with me" he secretly hoped you'd take him up on that offer because even though he knew he shouldn't, somehow he had fallen in love with you over the short period of time he had known you.

"Where?"

"Far away across the Narrow Sea to Braavos" he answered as a sad smile formed on your face. No matter how much you wished there was a way you could go with him, you couldn't leave Arya behind. She was your sister whom you loved dearly and had sworn to protect.

"I want to… but I can't. I just can't leave Arya behind. I made a promise to father to keep her safe" you explained hoping he would understand your reasons, no matter how much saying goodbye hurt.

"Then we must part" For the first time you caught a glimpse of emotion in his eyes though you couldn't really recognize what it was "Take this" he said giving you a silver coin. The moment your fingers touched an electrifying shock travelled up and down your spine.

"What is it?" you asked observing it closely, not aware of the burning stare Jaqen was giving you in an attempt to memorise your beautiful features and warm smile.

"A coin of great value. If the day comes when you must find me again, just give that coin to any man from Braavos and say these words to him, Valar Morghulis" he started walking away but you gripped his arm making him turn around

"Please don't go" you said, the almost begging tone of your voice surprising the both of you. Since the moment Jaqen had met you had never begged for anything, always keeping your head up high proving how much of a Stark you truly were.

"A man has duties" It took every ounce of strength in him to remember his duties since the only thing he wanted at that point was to hold you as close as possible and ignore the world around him

You stayed like that for what seemed like hours, just staring into each other's eyes. The tension was getting thicker and thicker with every passing moment, full of unspoken words. You didn't want to let go of his arm, afraid that if you did he'd disappear from your life in the same sudden way he had come into it.

"Jaqen-" he silenced you by placing his lips on your pulling you into a passionate kiss. Your body reacted before your mind could even realize what was happening and you let your hands wonder in his chest and finally rest on his shoulders, pulling him even closer. You felt like sparks were running down your spine as his lips molded perfectly with yours lighting up a fire deep inside you. He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours, eyes still closed.

"Come to Braavos" he whispered and turned around. Not once did he look back, knowing that if he saw you one more time he'd completely forget about his duties. You stayed there watching him walking away. Your hand moved to your lips and you smiled. The moment you knew Arya was safe you'd take the first ship to Braavos. You heard footsteps behind you and saw her running to catch up with you

"Where is Jaqen?" she asked

"He had somewhere to go. I don't think we'll see him again soon… Now tell your friends to hurry up. We made it this far, we can't get caught now"

#jaqen h'ghar imagine #jaqen h'ghar #jaqen x reader #jaqen h'ghar x reader #jaqen hghar #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #got imagine #got x reader #got

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urdeftonesgrrrl · 9 months ago

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"A girl must say a name."

Me:

Team Black stans

Criston Cole haters

Daemon Targaryen stans

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broken-ghost · 3 years ago

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Inbox is Open for Requests!

I typically write female reader out of habit so if you would prefer gender neutral or male reader please specify and you got it !

Fluff, Angst, Smut, I’m open for anything.

All requests welcome but if you are looking for prompts here’s the Latest Prompt List: First Kiss Prompts

Masterlist

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Fandoms/Characters I write for:

Stranger Things: Jim Hopper, Dmitri Antonov, Joyce Byers, Murray Bauman, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Alexei Smirnoff

Lord of the Rings/ The Hobbit: Thorin, Thranduil, Legolas, Elrond, Boromir, Kili, Fili, Bofur, Aragorn, Celeborn, Bilbo, Glorfindel, Elladan, Elrohir, Eowyn, Arwen

Obey Me!: Lucifer, Diavolo, Mammon, Beelzabub

Breaking Bad/Better Call Saul: Hank Schrader, Lalo Salamanca, Nacho Vargo, Jesse Pinkman, Howard Hamlin, Jimmy McGill/Saul Goodman

Game of Thrones: Jamie Lannister, Jon Snow, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jorah Mormont, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, Stannis Baratheon, Bronn of the Blackwater, Gendry Baratheon, Jaqen H'ghar (This is the only fandom I’m open to writing character x character pairings in so feel free to send those as well)

The Boys: Homelander, Queen Maeve, Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, Mother’s Milk, Frenchie

Squid Game: Seong Gi-hun, Cho Sang-woo, Hwang Jun-ho, Sae-byeok, Jang Deok-su, Salesman, Front Man

The Hollows/Rachel Morgan Series: Trent Kalamack, Rachel Morgan, Ivy Tamwood, Algaliarept “Al”, Rynn Cormel, Stanley Saladan, Kisten Felps, David Hue

#fan fiction #stranger things fanfiction #the lord of the rings fanfiction #the hobbit fanfiction #Tolkein FanFiction #obey me fanfiction #better call Saul FanFiction #breaking bad fanfiction #sons of anarchy fanfiction #the boys fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #the hollows FanFiction #the hollows reader insert #squid game FanFiction #squid game reader insert

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starjones-on-ao3 · 1 year ago

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I'm looking for more Jaqen x Arya or Jaqen x Reader to read but there is too many to choose from on AO3! Please send recommendations!

I must have read all or most of what @ewinofthelake and @han_shot_first have written already 💓💓💓

#jaqen x arya #jaqen h'ghar #Jaqarya #Jaqen x reader #Jaqen h'ghar fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction

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novaursa · 7 months ago

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Hi! Could I please request more for Jaqen H’ghar x reader, either a sequel to what you wrote if you’re open to doing that but if not then just anything with him in it. I’d never really considered reading stuff about him before but you honestly had me hooked with the fic you’ve made for him and I would just love love love some more if possible, thank you so much!

The Game of Faces (name)

Requests are closed!

- Summary: You meet your sister’s “friend” and he offers his help, for a price.

- Pairing: stark!reader/Jaqen H'ghar

- Rating: Mature 16+ (jus to be safe)

- Previous part: 1

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The nights in Harrenhal seem longer than the days, each hour stretching into the next as if time itself is trapped within the cursed walls. The weight of Jaqen’s words still hangs heavy in your mind, as though each passing moment presses you closer to the inevitable. Arya is asleep beside you, curled against your side in the straw bed, her small form breathing steadily. But you cannot sleep, not with the decision that gnaws at your soul.

A name. That is all he needs.

You sit up slowly, careful not to wake Arya. She has seen too much already, and you want to shield her from this—whatever this is that Jaqen H’ghar has pulled you into. Quietly, you slip out of the bedding and make your way through the dim hallways, your footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floors.

When you find him, Jaqen is standing near the kitchen fires, his silhouette lit by the flickering orange glow. His back is turned to you, yet you know he senses your approach. He always does.

“A girl comes,” he says without turning, his voice smooth and soft, as if he had been waiting for you.

You stand there for a moment, the heat from the fire warming your face as you try to gather your thoughts, your courage. “I have a name,” you whisper, your voice trembling more than you’d like.

Jaqen turns to you then, his mismatched eyes meeting yours, and for a heartbeat, you feel as though the world falls away. There is only him and the promise hanging between you.

“A name will bring death,” he says, his tone as soft as ever, though there is something sharp beneath it. “But it will bring freedom too.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You know what you are doing, and yet, the weight of it is heavier than you imagined. You think of Arya, of the prisoners, of the suffering that has stained this place. And then you think of the man who keeps you all bound here.

“The Tickler,” you say, your voice steady despite the fear clawing at your insides.

Jaqen's eyes gleam in the firelight, and his lips curve into that familiar, enigmatic smile. He inclines his head ever so slightly, as if acknowledging the choice you’ve made. “It is done.”

You feel the air shift around you, as though a part of the world just turned on a dark hinge you cannot see. Jaqen steps away from the fire, his movements graceful as ever. “A girl will see.”

Before you can ask what he means, he is gone, his figure swallowed by the shadows.

The next day, chaos erupts. Word spreads quickly that the Tickler is dead, his body found in the night with no sign of a struggle, no clue as to how he met his end. The Lannister soldiers are in disarray, scrambling to keep control of the prisoners, but it is clear that the balance of power has shifted.

Amid the confusion, Arya tugs at your sleeve. “Now,” she whispers, her eyes bright with urgency. “We have to go now.”

You don’t hesitate. With your heart racing, you and Arya slip through the chaos, blending into the mass of bodies and movement. The guards are distracted, too occupied with the growing disorder to notice two prisoners slipping away. You follow Arya, your mind whirling with the thought of escape, of freedom, of the promise Jaqen made to you.

As you near the outer gates, you feel a hand close around your arm. You turn, startled, only to find Jaqen standing there, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and unreadable.

“A man honors his promise,” he says quietly, his voice cutting through the noise of the surrounding commotion. “A girl is free now. But a girl must follow.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as his words sink in. Follow him? Away from Arya? You glance back at your sister, who is darting through the gates with the prisoners, her small form disappearing into the crowd. For a moment, panic grips you—how can you leave her? But then, you remember Arya’s strength, the steel in her eyes, the fire that burns in her heart. She will be fine. She has to be fine.

Jaqen’s hand on your arm pulls your attention back to him. His face is calm, his gaze unwavering. “In the chaos, a girl will be safe. But if a girl stays, death will follow.”

The weight of your promise presses against you. You gave him your word, and he fulfilled his part of the bargain. Now it is time for you to honor yours.

“A girl must obey,” Jaqen says, his voice soft but firm, as though reminding you of a vow already made. And in that moment, you realize there is no turning back.

You nod, your throat tight with emotion. “I will follow.”

Jaqen releases your arm and steps back, his gaze lingering on you for just a heartbeat longer before he turns and walks away, his pace measured, deliberate. You hesitate for only a moment before you take a deep breath and move after him, your steps quickening to match his.

As you leave Harrenhal behind, the sounds of the castle fading into the distance, you glance back one last time. Arya is gone from sight, but you know she will survive. She has always been a survivor, just like you.

Jaqen’s figure leads the way, silent and sure, and you follow without question, stepping into the unknown.

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godjustkys · 15 days ago

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╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist ❞

SUPERNATURAL ;

- Dean Winchester

perv dean . . .

hate sex with dean . . .

dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble . . .

older reader x dean smut drabble pt2 . . .

jealous silly dean . . .

passionate car sex with a pathetic dean . . .

- Sam Winchester

sam being a total sub . . .

older reader x sam smut drabble . . .

- Castiel

cas really wants to please you . . .

- Andy Gallagher

- TFW; smut headcanons . . .

- Robert Singer

- Crowley MacLeod

HOUSE MD ;

- Gregory House

smut drabble (hj) . . .

- Lisa Cuddy

- James Wilson

- Allison Cameron

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denying the accusations whilst taking it up the ass (smut) . . .

- Eric Foreman

THE WALKING DEAD ;

- Rick Grimes

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gentle sex . . .

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TEEN WOLF ;

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sex with Stiles . . .

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MERLIN ;

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ALL; stranger things headcanons . . .

GAME OF THRONES ;

- Ned Stark

- Catelyn Stark

- Robb Stark

- Jon Snow

- Theon Greyjoy

- Sansa Stark

- Arya Stark

- Tywin Lannister

- Jaime Lannister

- Cersei Lannister

- Tyrion Lannister

- Tommen Baratheon

- Joffrey Baratheon

- Daenerys Targaryen

- Sandor Clegane

- Margaery Tyrell

- Brienne of Tarth

- Jaqen H'ghar

F.R.I.E.N.D.S ;

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- Ross Geller

- Chandler Bing

sfw + nsfw headcanons . . .

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HARRY POTTER ;

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- Ron Weasley

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BROOKLYN NINE-NINE ;

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- Amy Santiago

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- Ray Holt

IT ;

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DEAD POET'S SOCIETY ;

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- Charlie Dalton

- John Keating

SHAMELESS ;

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- Philip Gallagher

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- Mickey Milkovich

- Mandy Milkovich

SPIDER-MAN UNIVERSE ;

- Peter Parker (A. Garfield)

- Peter Parker (T. Maguire)

- Peter B. Parker

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

- Miguel O'Hara

- Hobie Brown

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No Longer Faceless

Anonymous asked: Hi! Can I ask for a Jaqen Hagar imagine wherein reader is a skilled faceless..man(?). Her family used to be the Starks’ bannermen before they moved to braavos and some tragedy that caused her to become a faceless man. A story that comes in a flashback which is triggered when she comes back from a mission and meets arya(she taught arya archery) Arya doesn’t immediately recognize her because of the face she’s wearing. She reverts back to her old self when she’s alone with arya. The waif catches them one night and confronts reader and is about to punish her when jaqen arrives and stops her. Some kind of flashback that brings back readers feelings that she tried to bury for jaqen… I don’t know much about romance and stuff it’s up to you, really. Oh and in the end if it’s okay, something like reader is in charge of arya and a secret relationship with jaqen which reader is having a hard time keeping a secret while jaqen is so smooth that it infuriates her. I’m sorry if it’s so long and seems kind of demanding but like, you can put this off until you feel like it. No need to rush. No pressure or anything. You’re an amazing writer and I always love what you write. I believe in you :) Thank you. :*

I do not own Jaqen, Arya or the waif. They belong to George R.R.Martin.

Warnings: brief mentions of death, a tiny bit of violence and it’s a bit long

Pairings: Jaqen H’ghar x fem!reader; mentions of Arya and the waif.

Braavos. You had a small smile on your face as your ship made port. You immediately headed toward the place you knew as home. You wanted to sleep. You opened the door and were met with a familiar face. The Stark grey eyes peered up at you. “Arya?” you asked, forgetting yourself for a moment as the memories of the Starks came rushing back to you. Jaqen appeared behind Arya a moment later. “Does a woman know a girl?” he asked, bringing you back to reality. “A woman knows a girl,” you answered, but Arya looked confused. That’s when you remembered that you were not wearing your own face, but someone else’s.

You were a Faceless Woman of the Many-Faced God. An assassin of sorts and you had just returned from a mission. Before Braavos, you lived in Winterfell. Your father and brothers were Stark bannermen. At least they were until Theon Greyjoy attacked. You’d managed to escape, but your family wasn’t so lucky. After working in a tavern for a while, you’d saved enough to travel to Braavos with Jaqen, a man you’d met and grew to trust. The man who offered to train you.

You cast a glance back at the red and white haired man. He placed a hand on Arya’s shoulder and gave you a curt nod. You quickly ran off to change, both your face and your clothes. When you reappeared, Arya’s face lit up with recognition. She ran forward and wrapped her arms around your middle. “Y/N! I’ve missed you so much!” You swallowed, knowing the Jaqen was watching the whole thing. “A-a woman has missed a girl as well.” You couldn’t fight the tear that rolled down your cheek and you were angry for it.

You’d been trained to keep your emotions in check long before you left Winterfell and now you were crying over a girl you’d once taught to handle a bow. “You? You are like Jaqen?” she asked you with wide eyes. You gave a nod before Jaqen spoke. “A man will speak with a woman another time,” he said before departing. “Is he angry with you?” You shook your head. “A man is not angry with a woman. A man does not become angry,” you answered.

*time skip brought to you by Varys’ little birds*

You’d been back in Braavos for a while now and, the more time you spent with Arya, the more you remembered. All of your repressed memories began surfacing and the old you was coming out. You found yourself trying not to laugh. Something you hadn’t done since your family died. You were even starting to speak normally again, but only with Arya. The one thing you couldn’t stop though, were the dreams. The dreams that reminded you of the feelings you had long since forgotten.

These feelings were familiar and foreign at the same time. You missed your family and you were pleased to be reunited with Arya. Unfortunately, these feelings and memories became more and more difficult to repress as days went on and one day, you were caught. You were cleaning the floors with Arya that morning and without thinking, the two of you began discussing the events that lead to Arya’s arrival in Braavos. The girl, the waif, heard you.

You’d never liked that little girl. She always had her nose in everyone’s business and had even been cruel to you when you first arrived. At least until the day you knocked her on her keister. However, when you caught a glimpse of her this time, she had a smug grin on her face and you knew she’d heard you and Arya talking. “Arya, go back to you room,” you whispered to her. Arya followed your gaze, nodded and did what you asked.

The wisp of a girl approached you. “Who are you?” she asked you. “A woman is no one,” you replied and were instantly rewarded with a smack by a long wooden staff. “Who are you?” she asked again and you answered the same, earning another hit. As she was about to hit you again, a hand stopped her. “A girl must not strike a woman for no reason,” the silky voice of Jaqen H'ghar was music to your ears. He quickly dismissed the girl and brought his gaze to your face.

You instantly felt shame. Not only for what had occurred, but also for the whirlwind of emotions in your head. When you first met Jaqen, you felt an instant attraction. Since coming to Braavos, you’d been able to bury it, but now it came back full force. Memories of the two of you on the ship from Westeros were your favorite ones.

“Jaqen? What is Braavos like?” you asked as you sat next to him with your tankard of ale. “A man could tell a woman, but perhaps a woman should see for herself and decide,” he replied, causing a smile to grace your lips. He was easy to talk to, even with the odd way he had of speaking. He was a wonderful trainer. He’d been training you with the staff since you’d boarded the ship.

You glanced sideways at him and noticed him staring at you. “What? Do I have something on my face?” Jaqen shook his head and moved a strand hair from your cheek. “A woman’s beauty is far deeper than her appearance.” You felt your face flush and you turned to meet is intense gaze.

Those same beautiful eyes were staring back at you now. “A woman is embarrassed? Ashamed?” You nodded and looked down at your feet, which were suddenly very fascinating. “I- a woman apologizes,” you whispered. To your surprise, Jaqen laughed. You looked up at him. Jaqen rarely laughed and you had to admit, it was a nice sound. “I should leave,” you said, not caring that you were reverting.

“Perhaps a woman would care to look after a girl for a while,“ Jaqen mused and you didn’t know if he really wanted to keep you there or if he simply wanted someone to keep Arya out of trouble. Your unasked question was soon answered when Jaqen moved a strand of your hair from your face yet again before leaning in to whisper, "A man enjoys a woman’s company.”

That was the beginning of your secret relationship with Jaqen. The two of you would meet discreetly at night after everyone was asleep, but it was becoming harder for you to keep the secret. Arya was extremely observant and noticed the change in you immediately, especially when you were in the same room as Jaqen. Jaqen however, didn’t seem to be fazed by it at all. He could lie smoothly about it when Arya asked questions, whereas you would stumble over your words and it infuriated you to no end.

"Jaqen,“ you began when you met him one night, "How do you feel about me?” You no longer spoke the way a Faceless Woman did. You no longer considered yourself a Faceless Woman. “A man cares very deeply for a woman,” he replied. You grabbed his wrist to make him turn to you. “Jaqen, I’m asking you how you feel about me, not how a man feels about a woman.” Jaqen’s usually stoic face fell for a moment. For once, he was forced to think as a real person, as himself and not as a Faceless Man. “I…I care for you, Y/N. Let me show you,” he answered before crashing his lips to yours.

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