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[melrosing]

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[charliedawn]

"Marry me."

How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.

Sandor Clegane:

"…Wanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinked—half asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.

"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to ask—since he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.

"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.

"No."

"Ah."

"…"

"…"

"…You. Wanna get married ?" He asked this time—more because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.

"Sure."

He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

"…Fine. We’ll get married in the morning. Now, hush."

There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadn’t said no.

Oberyn Martell:

"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:

"No."

He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.

"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."

He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.

"…Really ?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. Really."

He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.

"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"

You sighed before closing your eyes.

"…You’re the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thought…why not ask ?"

Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world does…"

Tyrion Lannister:

"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.

"What ?"

Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.

"You heard me."

He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didn’t. He simply sighed.

"…Why ?"

Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lion…but no. You wouldn’t tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldn’t believe you.

"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.

"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"

"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.

"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.

"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.

"Because I am not a good man."

You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.

"Haven’t you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."

Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.

"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"

He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldn’t. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldn’t hurt you…And hence, he understood and maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a wife/husband ?

Jaime Lannister:

"Jaime…" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at you—you grabbed his hand. He didn’t react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.

"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasn’t really your business to interfere, but you didn’t like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.

So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced him—catching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.

"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"

That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knight—you didn’t seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere joke—but you didn’t back down and even provoked him.

"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"

That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.

"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"

"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.

"Then I will give you whatever you want."

In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannister—but it couldn’t be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.

The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed to…but it was too late to stop and in a matter of seconds—Jaime Lannister was on the floor.

Everyone was stunned.

But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.

"…I will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the room—leaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :

"Marry me." Littlefinger didn’t even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasn’t sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didn’t show it.

He didn’t even look up as he simply asked.

"Why ?"

You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?

"Does it matter ?"

He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.

"Depends. What will it bring me ?"

You looked away.

"Don’t pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. You’d have an easy access to the iron throne."

He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.

"…Tell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"

You hesitated before sighing in defeat.

"…Because if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."

At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lion’s den then."

Sansa Stark:

You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldn’t be easy—but you were willing to try.

"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"

Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages weren’t a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.

"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied instead—thinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.

"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. But…I am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then it’s yours. And even if you don’t want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.

She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.

"…You may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."

You smiled and shook your head.

"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."

Sansa smiled back.

Maybe…romance wasn’t utterly dead.

Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy 😭)

"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.

"What ?"

"You heard me."

There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldn’t stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.

When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."

You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.

Daenerys:

"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didn’t seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for her—and she was more than happy to reciprocate.

But, marriage ?

Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasn’t all powerful.

She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.

"My dear Y/N…If only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms…I cannot."

You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but still…your heart ached.

"I…understand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were just…human.

Ser Jorah:

"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.

"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for him…

"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.

"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didn’t shy away from his gaze.

You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish for…

Ser Jorah accepted.

After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.

[arr1x]

An old drawing of Sansa Stark

I still can't understand how ANYONE can hate her, she's such a good character and totally deserved better. Im happy she at least got her happy ending.

[silverflameataraxia]

Sansa and Jeyne are the only people to call Arya ugly.

Meanwhile Ned, Jon, Gendry, Lady Smallwood, and the kindly man have all commented on her beauty, but this fandom ignores it in favor of two middle-school-aged mean girls who have to put Arya down to feel good about themselves.

[luskbook]

finally watched got. drew my favorite characters

[paulyenvol6]

Byka Atroksia (Chapter 2)

Contains: Kissing, touching, inappropriate behaviour between niece and uncle, power imbalance

Wordcount: ~2.69k

Masterlist of this story

Obviously you would have wanted to spend the evening in your chambers.

You didn’t want to attend this feast, perhaps see Daemon once more with Rhaenyra and you didn’t want to put on a nice face for all the guests but you knew you couldn’t go hide again. Your father would be angry with you if you did.

Speaking of him, you were standing in the corner of the hall now and saw the King searching for someone. When his eyes met yours his face changed and he walked towards you.

"Daughter.", he spoke and you looked to the ground. "Look at me Vhaela." You painfully raised your gaze and saw your father watch you with raised eyebrows.

"What was that, Vhaela? Why didn’t you come with us to greet your uncle?"

"I’m sorry.", you whispered but your father shook his head. "You didn’t answer my question." "I was feeling unwell. I had a headache." Viserys took a deep breath. "Are you feeling better now?"

You quickly nodded and lowered your gaze again. There was a moment of silence and then your father caressed your arm and leaned down to you. "Vhaela…" You still didn’t look at him. "What is wrong? You don’t seem well."

Of course you knew that your father didn’t really believe you, perhaps he believed that you had a headache but he definitely knew that there was something else bothering you. "I don’t want to talk about it, please don’t make me.", you said, tears in your eyes.

"Did you fight with your sister?" Now you neither shook your head nor nodded. "Look, daughter, I know that your sister – " "No please, father. Please can we just not talk about it? I will be better if I simply forget it." Viserys sighed and straightened up again. "Fine. Alright, we will let it slide. For tonight."

You finally looked up to him. "Thank you." "But I want you to know that your sister loves you. Even if she sometimes can’t show it." You nodded but didn’t really agree with his words.

"And I love you also, daughter. Very much. You and your sister, you are the two most valuable things in the world to me." Now was the first time a soft smile appeared on your face and your father took your hand.

"I love you too, father." He returned the smile and then the conversation was over. The king walked away to talk to some council members while you were left alone.

You took a cup of lemonade from one of the servants and remained in your corner. It was a very common position for you, watching the feast from afar and observing the guests. You saw your sister dance with your cousins and several lords, saw her laugh and smile at the right times. And you saw the lords‘ reactions. They were thrilled by the lovely Princess and like so many times before in your life, you wished you were just a little bit more like your sister.

You were overwhelmed when you had to talk to one lord on an entire evening. You couldn’t make them laugh or smile and if they made a compliment it had been made out of good manners.

And you knew that your father knew about your lack of social intelligence by now as well. He had tried to encourage you to socialise with some lords in the past. Now that you were 16 years old you were of age and in the near future should be betrothed to an honorable lord. But ever since your father had saw you try to make conversation with multiple lords on your sister’s name day he hadn’t pushed you again.

You had actually appreciated his reaction because he didn’t make a big thing out of it. He had simply smiled at you softly and said that you two would find a good match for you. That if you won’t find a good match naturally, you could just go on a tour across the continent.

So at the moment you didn’t force yourself to make conversation with the guests. You had greeted some people and exchanged some words but mostly kept to yourself. Perhaps the people could sense that you didn’t feel very well because usually even though you weren’t good at socialising, a lot of people would still come up to talk to you. But now you had time to watch the ceiling, the other guests and let your thoughts flow.

Daemon had also attended the feast by now. Your father had said a few words to express his gratitude for his brother and from your corner you had seen your uncle talk to Rhaenyra. She was glowing, it was like she lightened up the room. There was this glistening in her eyes and you could see Daemon’s wide smile clearly.

You didn’t even bother to feel hurt. It was the way things worked. Rhaenyra was more charming and prettier than you and so she got the attention. But deep down you still felt miserable. You were happy that Daemon was back but you knew it would also be exhausting from now on to either watch your sister and uncle get along so well and try not to be sad that he wouldn’t grant you the same attention or fight for it.

It didn’t matter what you would choose, it would hurt you and tire you.

The minutes went by and the feast was now in full swing. People were dancing and the music was playing loudly. You were holding a cup of lemonade in your hand when you saw your uncle walking through the crowd in your direction. At first you thought he was looking for Rhaenyra or your father but then his gaze met yours and he approached you.

"Niece, I’ve been looking for you." "Sorry, I was…."

"You wanted to hide in this corner.", he smirked and leaned with one arm against the wall next to you. He held a cup of wine in his other hand and watched you smugly. "You look pretty.", he said and you looked up to him.

"Thank you.", you whispered and felt your face getting warm. "And you’re wearing the necklace I brought you." You nodded and now gave him a little smile. Daemon straightened up again and you looked at him curiously.

"May I have this next dance, little owl?" You felt your mood getting better at his words and your smile intensed while your insides already danced. "Yes."

Daemon offered you his arm and smirked while the two of you walked towards the middle of the room where the people were enjoying themselves to the music. Your uncle put his right hand on your waist while your left connected with his shoulder. His other hand held yours gently and you started moving to the music.

"Aōha kepa vestragon naejot emagon shijetra nyke" (Your father seems to have forgiven me.), Daemon suddenly said in High Valyrian.

Your uncle referred to a disagreement the King and Daemon had had a few weeks before he had left King’s Landing to fight at the Stepstones. Your uncle and his army of gold cloaks had messed around in the city and killed and hurt criminals. The King had been furious about the fact that Daemon had broken the law even though he obviously didn’t tolerate the criminals either. Daemon had argumented that he only had brought justice but your father had said that only because Daemon was his brother didn’t mean that there were different rules for him.

"Īles iā bōsa jēda.  Ziry's sepār biare bona ao māstan arlī." (It was a long time ago. He’s just happy about your safe return.), you spoke and Daemon shook his head.

"Aōha kepa iksis iā sȳz vala. Yn ziry shijetra tolī adhirikydho." (Your father is a kind man. But he forgives too quickly.) You frowned. "Skoro syt gaomagon ao daor kirimvogon zirȳla bona ziry daoriot ȳdragon hen ziry dombo?" (Shouldn’t you be grateful that he doesn’t speak of it anymore?)

"I am.", Daemon said. "But I don’t want his enemies to think that he’s weak." Your gaze wandered to your father who stood next to lord Corlys.

"He’s not. He just really wants you in his life." Daemon raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?"

"He doesn’t like it if the two of you fight. Every time you do he’s afraid he’s gonna lose you. That you’ll run away and never come back. He’s not like this with everyone, he can be resentful but with you… He sees you as a bird who’s always by the open window, about to fly away. He does everything in his power to pull you back in. Even if he has to swallow his pride and forgive you anything."

You looked at your uncle again and saw him smirk. "What?", you asked. "You’re a good observer, little owl. You see things and understand them." You didn’t know how to react to his words and so just dropped your gaze to your feet.

"No.", Daemon spoke and reached out with the hand that had laid on your waist to lift up your chin. "You’re always doing this.", he said quietly and you looked right into his glistening eyes.

"You always look away or to your feet. I want you to look at me, little one." You gulped and forced yourself to look in your uncle’s eyes. You could feel your pulse in your veins and your face got even hotter.

Daemon seemed to have noticed that you were nervous because he slightly, just a little, soft touch, ran his thumb over your chin. Then he dropped his hand again and watched you intensely. "Come." Without waiting for a reaction he pulled you with him and the two of you left the dance area. You could see Rhaenyra in the corner of your eye looking at you but you couldn’t really focus on her at the moment.

Daemon guided you out of the hall and through the corridors of the Red Keep. The two of you were walking silencely until you found yourself in a dark corridor. You could still hear the music from the feast, so you weren’t too far away from the hall but you couldn’t see any guards or anyone else except Daemon who was now standing in front of you.

"What are we doing, uncle?", you whispered and you felt your hand slightly shake. He didn’t answer you immediately but moved a strand of hair out of your face. You watched him nervously and he chuckled at your tensed expression.

"Byka atroksia…" (Little owl), he whispered darkly and caressed your burning cheek. You could only stare up to him. You were frozen and weren’t able to say anything. Your heart was beating twice as fast as usually and you were glad that in the dark corridor Daemon couldn’t see the colour of your face.

"Such a pretty face you have...", he growled and moved his finger over your jaw until he reached your neck where he ran his fingers over your soft skin. Your breath was fastened and you could only look at his lips that were only a few centimeters away.

Daemon had moved closer to you and you could feel the wall against your back. "Daemon.", you said so quietly that he almost wasn’t able to hear it. Your uncle chuckled and now he connected his other hand, that wasn’t occupied with touching your neck with your waist. He moved even closer to you and slightly pressed you against the wall behind you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly and you felt like you couldn’t get enough air.

"Daemon.", you said again, not knowing why you had said his name and it almost sounded like a whine. It drove Daemon mad and he tightened his grip on your waist. He then finally leaned down to kiss your lips. At first very gently because he just wanted to savour the softness of your lips, but then really quickly he wanted more of you. He pushed against your mouth and his tongue demanded entrance. You had never kissed anyone before and were quite overwhelmed with the action but it felt good so you opened your mouth for him.

Daemon moaned against your mouth satisfied and his tongue entered your mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a helpless whimper and moved your hands to pull at his shoulders to get some support. In the meantime, he had his right hand on your neck to press you closer to him while his left still tightly held your waist. It was messy, intense and you felt like in a fever dream. What was happening right now?

It felt like it wasn’t you who was doing this. It was wrong, obviously. You shouldn’t kiss someone before getting married and so you shouldn’t let him touch and kiss you like this right now. But it felt too good to stop him. His touch felt like fire warming your skin and you had started to feel a pulsating heat between your legs. You didn’t know what exactly that was but it started to be uncomfortable so you unconsciously tried to get rid of it by moving against your uncle’s leg that was pressing against your thigh. You only realised what you had done when Daemon chuckled against your mouth and followed your movement. He pushed his leg between your legs and you let out a surprised noise.

His mouth continued to explore yours and you just tried to keep up with everything and not sink into a cloud of overload. Then, suddenly Daemon’s mouth traveled away from your lips and kissed his way down to your neck. He left a trail of soft, wet kisses and you intuitively held on to his hair. His mouth found your collarbone and his lips sucked on your skin.

"Daemon.", you whined. "We shouldn’t do this." Your uncle stopped his tongue movement, raised his head and his gaze found yours again. His mouth changed to a smirk and he placed his hand on your cheek.

"We shouldn’t, yes. But I don’t care what we should or shouldn’t do." His mouth got close to your ear and he very quietly whispered: "And I have a strong feeling my precious little niece is a bit eager for more, isn’t she?" Daemon let go of your face and rested his hands on the wall to the right and left of your face.

You breathed uncontrollably and then leaned forwards to kiss him again. But he moved his face away before your lips could touch and simply laughed at your discontent expression. You tried again but he denied you once again. Now you were angry and confused and didn’t know what to do. Daemon just watched you with a cocky smile and for some reason it made you even angrier at this moment.

So you put your hands on his chest, pushed him away from you and attempted to leave. But your uncle didn’t let you, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back so you were trapped between his body and the wall. He got very close to your face and then slowly pressed his lips on yours. It was only very short this time and after a few seconds he backed away once again. You grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to pull him back to you but you didn’t have a chance to move his muscular body.

You felt tears in your eyes from your desperation but Daemon still didn’t give in. He just leaned down to you and kissed your cheek. Then he suddenly reached down and lifted your skirts. In a matter of seconds you could feel his hand on your naked thigh and you were pressed to the wall once again. Your uncle’s face was close to yours and he lightly brushed with his lips over your jaw.

"Have you ever touched yourself, little owl?" "Touched myself?", you asked, not knowing what he meant.

"Between your legs. On your most intimate parts. Until pleasure washes over you that feels like a hundred waves crashing."

[violetumbrellalover]

Catelyn Tully

I want to weep, she thought. I want to be comforted. I'm so tired of being strong. I want to be foolish and frightened for once. Just for a small while, that's all ... a day ... an hour.

[ai-manre]

As a veteran of westeros.org, it's so funny that Jon and Dany being together is now considered by many as a stepdown for Jon.

Back in the day, if you suggested Jon and Dany get together, most people used to accuse you of being a rabid Jon stan trying to make him into a Gary Stu who gets everything, claims and dragons and the love of the most beautiful woman in the world.

And from my observations from then till now (my personal observation, there might be outliers), there are mainly two types of jonsa shippers that used to exist then (and evolved in number now):

1) those who are actually Sansa stans and want her to have the best guy possible. In-universe there are many great guys like Willas Tyrell, but at a narrative level, Jon is one of the big damn heroes who is also able-bodied and likely good-looking

2) A extreme type of Jon stans who really don't want Jon to get together with a woman who is his equal. On westeros.org and reddit back in the day, they used to really hate on JonxDany and their rhetoric would make it clear that it was because that would mean Dany wouldn't be the villain whom Jon will defeat and from whom he will take everything. Instead, she will be his equal or even his superior, who has equal or more narrative importance and messianic potential in the story. That they both might be Azor Ahai and not Jon alone. Many such stans much preferred Jon get together with a more "passive" and "safe" woman who would always be secondary to him and that Dany would be a villain instead.

[jonsnowunemploymentera]

And remember kids, the next time someone tells you, "George R. R. Martin wouldn't make Jon Snow the typical fantasy hero because that's cliche".....

Oh yes he would!

One viewer wants to know what character would you play (on the show)? GRRM: If I could magically clap my hands and become a different person, it would be cool to play Jon Snow who's much more of the classic hero. Everybody wants to be the classic hero! ABC Interview, 2014

GRRM: And the character I’d want to be? Well who wouldn’t want to be Jon Snow — the brooding, Byronic, romantic hero whom all the girls love. Meduza Interview, 2017

In fact he already has ☺️

[charliedawn]

GOT characters x Reader

"Please. Dance with me."

Sandor Clegane :

Sandor was standing near the exit—ready to call it a night. He was tired of seeing all those high borns dancing and getting drunk on expensive Dornish wine. But when he was about to leave, he felt an arm wrap around his and looked down to find you—clinging to his arm. He was about to ask what the hell you were doing when he noticed how terrified you seemed.

"Please…Don’t let him take me."

You were on the verge of tears. He looked in the direction you were staring at and found some lord with a sleazy smile on his face. He was walking your way and Sandor instinctively raised his hand to clasp it on your arm.

"The lady’s taken. Piss off."

He felt you tense up next to him, but his hand on top of your arm kept you in place as the man decided to finally leave. Once he was gone, you wanted to thank him…But, Sandor pulled away and walked away.

…He needed a drink.

Daenerys Targaryen:

When a man offered you a dance, you smiled and tried to politely decline the offer. But, the man wasn’t having no for an answer. Finally, he grabbed your arm as you were about to leave. Fortunately, Daenerys arrived just in time and stood between the both of you.

"I believe she has been quite clear. She doesn’t want to dance with you."

The man was about to protest, but quickly reconsidered. He left and you let out a sigh of relief. But, as you were about to thank her, Daenerys turned towards you with a soft smile before offering you her hand.

"Would you like to dance with me instead ?"

Her hand was opened invitingly and her eyes showed nothing but good will. So, you took her hand with a smile.

"I would be honoured, khaleesi."

Ser Jorah :

"Would you dance with me, Ser Jorah?"

Jorah looked up at your hand and was about to politely decline your offer when he noticed your uneasy smile and the other man standing a few feet away behind you. He immediately understood the situation and smiled before taking your hand.

"It would be an honour, my lady."

He kissed the back of your hand and you smiled before being led away. You swayed left and tight slowly together and even though Ser Jorah only wanted to dance to help you—he found himself enjoying it as well. You closed your eyes and didn’t even think about your 'problem'.

You just enjoyed the dance until the very last moment when you had to part.

"Thank you."

Whether it was you or him who said it first—neither of you could tell.

Brienne of Tarth :

Brienne had just won her final battle for the tournament organised by your father. She had put to the ground many of your father’s best knights and when her face was revealed…You were immediately impressed. A woman of such strength on your side would surely end in a successful alliance.

So, you waited.

You waited and when it was time to celebrate, your eyes landed on the fiercest woman who had succeeded in defeating most fighters of the court. Her eyes didn’t settle on you however.

You felt a little disappointed by it, but the night was far from over. You tried again and again to get her to see you, but she always seemed to escape your sight. Finally, you decided to give up and sit down. But, you then felt a hand land on your shoulder and when you looked up, you found one of your father’s choices staring down at you with a malicious smile.

You tried to tell him no. He ignored your request.

But, he finally listened when the woman you had been trying to talk to suddenly appeared behind you in all her armoured glory. She didn’t need to speak a word as the man immediately released you and walked away.

"Are you alright, my lady ?" She asked you and you replied with a smile of your own.

"I am now."

Jon Snow :

Many people had warned you about Jon Snow. Some called him the King of the North—others a demon. You weren’t really interested in rumours though, but by the truth.

Hence, you had accepted to go and meet with him.

A war was brewing and you knew that strong allies were necessary. However, when you found yourself in front of the man who claimed to be Jon Snow, you immediately knew it couldn’t be him. The man before you couldn’t possibly be the King of the North. He wasn’t a giant. He wasn’t heavily armed. Or looked like a living dead. He seemed…normal.

"I am Jon Snow."

"..."

You looked him up and down.

Before he could say another word, you threw a dagger at him and he didn’t even flinch as it landed in a tree behind him. You both stared at each other for a minute until you finally smiled.

That man was Jon Snow.

For you saw no fear of death in his eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you, my King." You introduced yourself and bowed before him. "…The man who danced with Death and survived."

Tyrion Lannister:

"No."

Tyrion was aware of your situation. He knew perfectly well of the unfortunate circumstances of your upcoming betrothal. But…He couldn’t bring you even more dishonour by agreeing to dancing with you.

"Do not look so disappointed, my lady. Even though I am sure you are quite lovely, I wish you to spare yourself the humiliation of dancing with an imp."

Such harsh words which ignited a general hilarity that made you red in the face with fury. But, not against Tyrion. You didn’t blame him for his refusal. You knew how it sounded and the pain behind such a request. But, you didn’t want to give up. So���You did something that no person had ever dared. You knelt before him—your eyes staring at the floor in respect.

"I see no imp. I see a valorous and just prince. And I still wish to dance with you. Please."

It made the crowd around you fall silent. Tyrion’s eyes widened and he seemed speechless for a while. But, he finally smiled before slowly reaching for your chin to lift it up so your eyes may meet.

"…Don’t you lower your gaze. You hold more bravery and wit than anyone else in this room. And if that is truly your wish ? Then I would be more than happy to dance with you."

Jaime Lannister:

You were sitting down when you felt a presence in front of you as you ate. Your eyes looked up to find your ‘fiancé'. He was looking at you with such disgust that all food got stuck in your throat. You knew it was but an arranged marriage, but everyone knew that your betrothed hated your family with passion. Your eyes glanced away and met with another man. He smiled at you. You smiled back.

Unfortunately, your betrothed caught the exchange and suddenly grabbed your arm—ready to strike. But before he could as much as lay a finger on you, the tip of a sword was pressed against his throat.

The room fell silence as none other than Jaime Lannister had come to your rescue.

"I believe this is no way to treat a woman—even less a lady."

He then sat down next to you and smiled before eating next to you—an arm wrapped around you. The message was clear. And the man left.

"…You will get in trouble for this." You warned him, but Jaime replied with a cocky smile.

"I am a Lannister. And lions are not scared of insects."

Oberyn Martell :

You were trying to leave the party. This was too much. A man was persistently trying to get a dance with you, but you didn’t want to dance with a man who surely did not care about you. You were almost there when you collided with another man who grabbed you before you could fall to the floor.

You looked up and your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

"Prince Oberyn of Dorne…" You gasped and the man gave you a small smile before looking behind you at the man following you.

"Is this man bothering you, my lady ?"

You gulped and suddenly took his hand. If you were to say anything, your father would blame you.

"Please. Would you dance with me, Prince of Dorne ?" You asked and the man following you seethed.

"You were promised a dance with m—!"

"I believe the lady asked ME for a dance." Oberyn cut him off with his usual charismatic smile. "Unless your title happens to also be Prince of Dorne."

The man huffed before walking away and you let out a sigh of relief. You were about to leave when Prince Oberyn grabbed your wrist.

"Now now…Where are you going, little sunflower ?"

You frowned in incomprehension until Oberyn smiled again and pulled you flush against him.

"…I believe you owe me a dance."

Peter Baelish (Littlefinger) :

Lord Baelish had had your eyes on you for a while and he knew that being part of your powerful family would be extremely valuable. Hence, he asked your father for your hand. But, there were too many contenders for him to even be considered as a good choice. So…He observed you.

You were young, but promising as you danced with grace and proper etiquette with all your possible choices. But, he could see right through you. You weren’t exactly happy to be here. And when one of your possible betrothed stepped on your foot.

He stepped in.

He took your hand and almost pulled you away from the man. You were about to thank him, but Baelish had other plans.

"What will you give me for my rescue ?" Baelish asked you. You sighed. Of course he’d want a reward for acting like the hero he wasn’t.

"What do you want ?"

Baelish seemed to think about it before offering you his hand with a smirk.

"A dance."

Your eyes stared at his hand suspiciously. But, at this point ? You would have accepted anyone’s help in order to escape. He pulled you flush against him and started dancing with you. Your eyes widened as he led you away to the center or the room.

He knew everyone could see the both of you, but he didn’t stop—not even when you tried to pull away.

"Lord Baelish…That’s enough."

Your father tried to stop him, but Lord Baelish only smirked before surprising everyone by kissing you. Your eyes widened and you were momentarily took off guard. When he pulled away, he smirked before glancing challengingly at your father.

"Now…About my wedding proposal ?"

Sansa Stark :

"My lady…Would you please give me the chance of a dance ?" You asked Sansa who hesitated for a moment before smiling and slipping her hand in yours. You smiled before kissing the back of it and led her to the dance floor. Sansa had always wished for someone to take her hand and make her feel like a princess.

She had first thought Joffrey to be the one, but that felt like eons ago. She had long learned her mistake. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t still wish for someone to make her remember what it felt like when her innocence and virtue were still recognised.

And you were more than happy to make her remember who she used to be.

"You are beautiful." You told her truthfully and she smiled.

She even graced you with a small chuckle as you made her twirl and made sure not to touch her that might trigger her in any way. After her awful treatment under Ramsay, you only wanted her to feel at ease. At peace.

And she knew it.

When she looked at you and a smile graced her lips—your heart seemed to skip a beat.

The pretty wolf was still a stealer of hearts, and you couldn’t wait for her to devour yours.

[eccentricallygothic]

Depraved Night's Watch Lord Commander!Jon Snow and Arrogant Noble Woman!You…

Warning(s): Noncon/Dubcon, dark!Jon Snow, kidnapping, kissing, groping, forced stripping, manipulation, breeding kink, bastard shaming, humiliation. MDNI. 

Note: Can/Does this qualify for Kinktober/Halloween?

. . . 

His bushy lips that are akin in their roughness to his fingers that ‘gently’ move your hair away from your back that he further exposes by pulling on the harness that had been holding your blouse together feel harsh against your soft skin. He pushes the mass of your soft strands over one of your shoulders from behind and a beastly arm is wrapped around your waist to pull your body closer to that of your captive so he can press his deranged and lewd kisses along the length of your spine, the sickening sensation causing for your body to curl in disgust.

Jon Snow is a bastard in every sense of the word. 

Having meticulously crafted the persona of the gentle warrior full of valiance, endurance and better sense, you now understand with a frightening realization that he tirelessly worked for the construction of his present circumstances for years so he could perform a flawless execution of his plan that you are living now.

Although for reasons not particularly aimed at the shallowness in his facade that you can see through now, it is now that you know that you had always been right in your unyielding contempt of him. That your intuition that there festered something dark and twisted behind those ‘innocent’ eyes of his that were black as night and thus your accordingly treatment of him was justified. 

Jon had taken your unrelenting shaming and insulting of his origin, your humiliating rejection of his proposal to you and your vehement refusals of any and all attempts at any kind of an alliance between the two of you with a smile for years so as to portray you an unruly beast-like daughter of an influential man only so he could do this. 

Your chapped lips curl in fury and disdain that you feel for the thought as well as yourself. You had always considered your skills in self defense and swordsmanship to be on par with any other lad your age. 

Only for your mind to not even process your abduction when it was underway let alone your combative learnings to come into play. 

Your body stiffens when one of his hairy paws reach for your bare breasts and you almost smack it away but your stomach lets out a painful growl and the lining of your stomach painfully retracts into your organs at that very moment almost as a signal to make you stop and reconsider your urges. Your body freezes and you let your eyes wander to the object of your humiliation and assured desecration. The sight causes for your dry mouth to salivate in a way you had been a stranger to before this.

A steaming bowl of stew with a jug of water. 

That is the deal. Jon says he will not force himself on you. No. Rather, you will willingly surrender yourself to his touch and mercy. You are to welcome his acquaintance with your intimates, thank him for it, moan for him, let yourself loose to his touch and enjoy everything he plans to do to you. 

Water for every pinch and grope.

Fire and warmth for every move and sway of your body like the whores you've shamed your whole life.

Food for every adulterous act. 

A treat for every ‘experimental’ position in the bed that is currently a heap of carelessly woven straws.

A possible improvement of living conditions for every bastard you bear him.

He can easily bring the appropriate means down in this dungeon that he has built specifically for you in the undergrounds of Castle Black to marry you and legalize as well as religiously sanction this depraved dynamic he has devised for the two of you. 

But just why would he do that when he can easily get what he wants from you whilst torturing you to live through exactly what you have shamed him for all your lives? 

. . .

MASTERLIST

[montyluvsjasper]

The problem isn't nuance or media literacy.

The problem is fans feeling like they own the work and characters.

The problem is people not deconstructing their purity culture and just putting its structure and attitudes into social justice and fandom spaces. (working on this myself and i will be making a separate post with useful links.)

The problem is using fandom spaces as social justice vehicles.

The problem is basing someone's moral character and values on what fictional stories and characters they enjoy.

The problem is the I'm right and if you don't agree with me you're stupid and a bad person mentality.

The problem is there is zero live and live mentality anymore.

The problem is rude delusional white social 20 something girls with a god complex saying "actually sweetie your wrong" along with a long line of mean girl insults. When they haven't so much as read a nonfiction book in years, watch a documentary that wasn't some flavor of true crime or researched something off of TikTok or Instagram. Sorry not sorry for saying that. I'm guilty of it too.

The problem is attacking actors, writers and other ARTISTS.

The problem with the current fandom climate goes so much farther than media literacy or nuance.

I'm tagging this in the GoT/HotD fandom but this IS UNIVERSAL.

[aerionbrightflamed]

book jon snow you will always be famous to me

[agentrouka-blog]

I'm so tired of people pretending Jon only likes warrior women. What about his interactions with Ygritte make them think he likes her romantically because she's a warrior and she's unladylike and all that? GRRM said he saw in Ygritte some of Arya's traits, and since he loves Arya, those traits aren't off putting to him. But they aren't attractive to him either. Period. 1) He didn't have much of a choice regarding Ygritte. Would he ever have laid eyes on her if she wasn't so insistent and if his life wasn't at risk? 2) He doesn't like her violence. He felt like a dog while being with her near the other wildlings. He constantly argued with her whenever her values were made clear. He tried to comfort her as a gallant boyfriend when she cried because the wall "tried to kill her" and she punched him too hard for it. He abandoned her because she was ruthless and killed an innocent old man. 3) He doesn't find her attractive at first, when he actually compares her a lot with Arya. He thinks it's silly that the wildlings consider her a great beauty because of her red hair. Like, it looks unbrushed! Things he actually likes about her: her singing, the way his hair shines with the firelight, the way she looks at him, when they're kissing and talking nonsense. That's it. They talk for more than 2 minutes and there's nothing left. They're too different and he doesn't agree with her views on the world. But people are so insistent in denying the mere possibility of jonsa that they look at this mess of a relationship and think "oh yes, Jon walked willingly into this and he would never look at another woman if she's not like Ygritte because she's his perfect type" 😑. And even if he did like her completely and felt attracted to all those things about her, do people really think that humans are only ever attracted to one type of person through their whole lifes? Be for real now.

Nothing but true facts, anon.

Jon's type = not actually violent sexual predators.

[thelustybraavosimaid]

Jon is so ambitious that he felt he was deserved the role of ranger in the Night's Watch, imagined himself as a conqueror like the Young Dragon, and dreamed of himself wielding Ice and being the Lord of Winterfell, exactly *where* are people getting this idea that Jon wouldn't want to rule?

[daenystheedreamer]

arya would have a furry phase she would have a fursona. and NO ONE is allowed to know about it (even though she barks and wears an animal ear hat like louise belcher) but she tells jon and jon doesn't really get it but he makes a fursona with her and draws their two fursonas as friends in a pack. arya thinks sansa knows about the furry thing cos sansa is being weird and shady but actually sansa is going through an INTENSE horse girl phase and has an imaginary purple horse that lives in her closet and she's mortified that arya (who has the adjacent room) can hear her talking to the horse