#jorah x female reader

[springdandelixn]

Show Me Love

—Jorah x F!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: Jorah ends up failing his quest to search for the princess and take her back to the feast in the Red Keep.

Warnings: 18+ content, oral (m receiving), Jorah is a whore haha

A/N: Because today is Thursday, I’ve decided to make a THIRSTY drabble for our favorite simp boii.

Even if this is simply a drabble, your likes and comments are highly appreciated. Tell me what you think of the story for it helps me a lot as a writer. Your reblogs will help this story flourish further. And as always, I hope you guys enjoy! ♥️

Jorah’s hand clamps tighter on your shoulder, his head thrown back in pure bliss on the back of the chair and muscles tensing when you take him into your mouth once more. Your fingers dig into the flesh of his bare thigh while the other presses down against his abdomen which ripples in desire.

He never imagined that his search for you around the Red Keep would end up with him groaning in pleasure as you sucked down hard on his cock. He only thought about taking you back to the feast where the guests from the noble houses were wanting your attention, yet here he was, the Lord Commander of the Queensguard, shrouded in ecstasy, chest heaving as he felt a tug at the pit of his stomach.

“Princess—” He groans, but the words he wanted to say drown in his throat, whispering your name instead in the humid air that slowly fills his chambers.

Your mouth pulls back, only keeping the tip of his cock within when a garbled moan escapes his lips upon feeling you suck harder on its head. His cock stiffens, throbbing against your lips and he reaches down to wrap his fingers around the base to stop his release.

“Princess, please—” He begs.

But you don't relent. Your hand pries away his own before replacing it with your deft fingers, stroking his shaft while your tongue swirls and licks on the tip, spreading the saltiness on the pad of your tongue, humming at the taste of him.

He chokes when he tries to speak, tries to protest that a princess should not take a man’s seed in her mouth but all sense of decency drifts from his head when pleasure rolls through his body, his spine, shivering as he feels the tug in his stomach once more.

His hand reaches over to cup the base of your head, eyes blowing wide in lust as he pulls you back down on his cock, having you choke and gag around him when he hits the back of your throat. He grows feral, hungry even when your eyes shoot up to meet his. Relishing the look you give him as he urges you to take more of him, to suck on his cock like your life depended on it. His other hand reaches to cup the side of your face as he moves to thrust his hips at a faster pace.

“You look so beautiful with your lips around me.” He growls and he watches as your eyes shine with unshed tears, chanting your name in whispers when you plant your hands against his thighs and meet him halfway, your muffled moans filling his ears and adding to the pleasure that builds within.

“You’re so perfect, princess—” He praises, throwing his head back once more when you pick up your pace, feeling your saliva pool against his inner thighs. His hand grabs a handful of your hair when he feels himself reaching his limit. Releasing an animalistic growl, he pushes you down, burying his cock fully into your mouth and spilling his seeds down your throat.

He curses lowly and pants heavily, his chest heaving as he slowly climbs down from his high. Another moan escapes him when you pull away from his cock with a thick ‘pop’ after swallowing his essence, a light giggle erupting from you before taking him fully once more, milking him dry.

“Ser Jorah?”

Panic surges in him when he hears the voice of his queen from beyond the door, quickly leaning over to you on the ground, pulling himself free from your mouth and pressing a finger to your lips, signaling to be silent.

“Are you alright, Ser?” Daenerys asks once more. “Why did you leave the feast in haste?”

He clears his throat before he speaks. “I’m quite fine, your grace. I’ve just not been feeling well and I wanted to rest before it turns into anything serious.”

His eyes dart to you when you roll your eyes at him, a playful smile gracing your lips when you move to straddle his lap.

“Liar.” You whisper against his ear and it takes all of his strength to stop himself from kissing the smug away from your lips.

“Shall I call for the maester?” Daenerys asks.

“You need not worry, your grace. I’m sure sleep will do me some g—good.” He stops the groan from escaping him, his hands grabbing tightly on your hips to stop you from rubbing your clothed cunt against his exposed length.

“Good night, your grace.” He says in finality before wrapping his arms around you, your legs locking around his waist, lifting you as he stands from his seat, and walking towards the door to make sure it's locked from within.

“What if my sister comes back and asks for your help to look for me, Lord Commander Mormont?” You ask teasingly, rubbing a finger against the scruff of his beard, a grin on your lips, making Jorah groan as he walks you to his bed. You giggle when he lays you down on the feathered mattress.

“Then pray to the seven that she doesn’t, my love, for I plan to keep you here til the morrow.” He smirks as he runs his hand up your thigh, pushing up the skirt of your dress before leaning down to claim your lips with his.

[springlibrary]

Home Masterlist

Jorah Mormont x F!Reader

Summary: You and Jorah are enjoying a peaceful night in your home when a knock on the door surprises you both and shakes the peace you know. Sequel to Lobelia Siphilitica.

Warnings: violence, pregnancy, more to be added as the story progresses.

Part I

Part II (coming soon)

[velaryqns]

do you also take requests for tyland lannister?

I’ll write for almost anyone! Even got characters :) I will make it very clear if I won’t write for a character, I’ll post a list of characters I won’t write for soon!

[pinkykats-place]

Sandor Clegane x Reader Insert Fics

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Disclaimers!

Stories and Gif are NOT mine.

Some contain mature content.

Readers are mostly female.

Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!

In the North

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

Love?

Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

Opposites Attract

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

Dogs are Best

Sandor x female!Reader

The Kennel Master’s Daughter

Sandor x female!Reader

Sandor Clegane x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: none it's fluffy

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

A Hound Will Die For You But Never Lie To You 

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

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

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

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader (gender neutral).

Everything

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

Scarred

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

An unexpected scene

NSFW Fic

Angered Beasts

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

Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood, female reader

Bathing in a tub with Sandor - drabble

Last Night

Fem!Stark!Reader

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

Good Dog

Warnings: Spoiler!,Fluff, swearing

Summary: Reader is found in the snow 

Hounds and Gingers

Summary: a short, fluffy imagine

An Urgent Confession

(female reader)

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

A Hound’s Jealousy

Just a short little jealous!Hound request

Warnings: jealous Sandor, handsy guy

A Good Punishment

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

Another Drink

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

Meeting at Winterfell

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

Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you

Jealous Sandor…

Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Awkward Fluff!

To Break the Spell

Summary: Beauty & the Beast au

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

Series: More Than Our Servitude

Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader

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

Our Family

Sandor x wife!Reader

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

His Queen

Sandor x female Reader

Sandor is soft with joffery’s wife

Sandor’s Secret

Sandor x fem!Reader

Summary: Sandor has a secret hidden away from everyone.

Series: Fox and the Hound

Sandor x Reader

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

Howling At The Moon!

Werewolf!Sandor Clegane x Female Reader

Summary: Sandor unexpectdly finds his mate, as expected she is human...  

Rose

Hound x Reader

Protecting You

Hound x fem!Reader

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

Sandor x fem!Reader

Secret Wife (female reader)

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

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

[justanoasisimagines]

Eyes Forced Open

Summary; Jorah has feelings for you who would have guessed his jealously would have saved your life. Pairing; Jorah Mormont x Female Reader WordCount; 1,465 Warnings; Angst, Jelously, mentions of usual canon violence A/N; Requests are open! Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

Jorah observed as you followed Daenerys quietly as she interacted with her guests. You were a perfect picture as your dress flowed graciously around you. You were breathtaking.

The two of you had been with Daenerys from the very beginning. You'd traveled far and wide reinforcing Daenerys claim to the Iron Throne. Over time, Jorah liked to believe you'd grown close. Late-night discussions as you both attempted to figure out the next course of action. Seeking comfort from each other when times got tough.

Jorah was no fool. He could admit over time he'd developed strong feelings towards you. His heart yearned for you in ways he couldn't understand.

He'd questioned if you returned his feelings. He remained unsure. It is why he'd kept quiet and yearned for you in private.

Jorah examined the room searching for any potential threat. It was his duty to protect the Khalessi. He'd also made it his duty to protect you. He'd do it gladly even if it cost him his life.

Jorah stood with a hand on his hilt searching the room, when his eyes found something. You were standing posed while Daenerys interacted with one of the attendees, yet his attention wasn't fixated on her or the conversation.

It was on you.

Jorah felt unsettled as he focused on the interaction. Slowly biding his time observing it play out. Jorah could not allow Daenerys to be seen as weak. He would not create a spectacle.

The attendee moved a lock of your hair out of your face, Jorah could stand no more. Advances were one thing, physical touch was another.

Jorah made it over to you both in five large steps. Brushing your bare back with his fingertips, he alerted you of his presence. Glancing up you extinguished some of the jealousy coursing through his veins.

Despite the man ignoring Jorah, now he'd gotten closer, something appeared astray. The man's eyes were glancing around the room. Tension was rolling off of him like waves crashing on the shore.

A subtle nod of his head, Jorah alerted Ser Barristan. A fraction too late as the man drew his sword. Daenerys took several steps back as you gripped hold of her hand. The room suddenly diverted into chaos.

Screams and thundering footsteps while the scraping of swords unsheathing. Men moved swiftly to protect Daenerys. There were fights surrounding her. Blood and body parts smothered the once pristine floor.

Jorah fought seasonedly, yet he remained distracted as he attempted to keep you within his eyesight. He moved deliberately always attempting to adjust his position.

Jorah focused on defeating the enemy at hand, it was his duty to protect the Khaleesi. It's what continued to drive him. While her safety was paramount, Jorah was concerned about your safety and well-being. This is why Jorah cut down man after man smothered in blood, unsure who it belonged to.

He was fighting on pure instinct.

As he swung his body around sword swinging high in the air, his blood ran cold. Somehow you'd been separated from the group. Now three men were circling you like predators on prey.

Jorah released a mighty yell as he sliced down his opponent in two strikes. his focus tunneled in on you. Jorah moved with the purpose from opponent to opponent. Strike after strike. He fought hard and quick.

Nothing would hurt you.

Jorah's rage drove him. He took his anger out on the enemy. It was mere moments before he stood behind the three assailants.

"Get away from her!" The men faced Jorah in response swords drawn. Their attention was drawn to him. They played into his hand as he battled them. They were younger and quicker. Jorah was by far more experienced. Jorah is no fool. He knew the numbers were stacked against him.

"Jorah look out! The third man had sunk up behind him. While the second shoved you forcefully out of the way. You landed hard on the floor. It was the final straw, Jorah found renewed energy and brutalized the three men.

His energy depleted, Jorah collapsed to his knees. Jorah glimpsed over at you, dressed crimpled and smothered in blood, you were grasping your ankle. Pain creased your expression.

"Are you well M'lady?" Jorah asked between breaths.

"My ankle hurts" Jorah nodded. He needed to get you both somewhere safe. Jorah stumbled as he rose to his feet as he made his way over to you. Holding his hand out towards you, you took his hand and he lifted you into his arms.

Jorah stumbled as he carried you out of harm's way. He could rest soon. When you were safe. Jorah felt you bury your head into his neck. he wished it could have been in better circumstances.

Jorah could see Ser Barristan in the distance. He was so close. As soon as he was behind the double doors, he collapsed onto the ground. He dropped you and you landed to the side of him.

"Ser Jorah! Jorah! You dragged yourself towards him, you attempted to search for any sign of injury. Yet it was difficult to see as his shirt was now a stained bloodied mess. Lifting Jorah's shirt, you saw a mighty wound in his side. Ragged and red in appearance. You'd wondered how Jorah had managed to fight for so long.

"I need some help over here!" Soon, a Maester was attending to his injuries. Unable to do much more, a tear slid down your cheek. Concerned for the man who'd done everything to protect you.

Jorah slept for three days and three nights. You remained by his bedside for the majority Only leaving to freshen up. You did not want to be in a state when he awoke. He'd fought valiantly; the least you could do was show bravery while he recovered.

Pushing the needle through the fabric, you concentrated on the needlework. You'd been stitching the bear from Jorah's sigil. It made a difference from your usual flowers, but you found it beautiful nonetheless.

A twitch of a finger unseen by you. You continued to work until a groan broke through the silence of the room.

Your eyes snapped up, placing the needlework to the side. Jorah's arm twitched as you suddenly moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Immediately you moved so you could go and find the Maester, yet Jorah's hand clasped around your wrist.

"Stay…with…me" Jorah croaked, you moved only a fraction so you could present him with some water. Undoubtedly he'd be parched after days of being in a slumber.

"Here, have some water. You must be thirsty." Resting a hand against the back of his head, you helped him lean up so he could take a drink. He drank slowly, soothing his dry throat.

"How long has it been?"

"Four days and four nights. You had everyone worried you would not wake" You replied, placing your hand on top of his, unable to meet his gaze.

On several occasions, during that time you'd been worried Jorah might not awake. You might never know his warmth or his smile. You'd never experience him walking alongside you whenever you were traveling together. It had taken nearly losing him for you to realize your feelings.

You were very much in love with Jorah.

"I am lucky to awaken to such a beautiful sight." Your eyes flickered up, as Jorah gave a weak smile. He'd longed to see your smile again. It was powerful enough to create a rainbow on a stormy day.

"You nearly died. Why would you put yourself in harm's way like that?"

"Are my intentions not clear enough? What of my feelings? I'd do it again to protect you." Jorah observed your eyes widen as he entwined your fingers together one by one.

"You can not possibly mean what I believe you do" Jorah beckoned you closer soon you were leaning close to his face. By the lines under your eyes, it was clear you had not slept a lot recently.

"You were the reason I approached you both. I could not bear another man touching you. When you are not his to touch. My heart yearns for you and I believe yours does the same, so why don't we stop pretending."

Jorah was right. Nearly losing him had forced you into a realization. Leaning down you pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips.

"You are right. Promise me you will not nearly die on me again." Jorah nodded as he brought your hand to rest directly on his chest on top of his heart.

"I will see fit to protect what belongs to you now." Both of you smiled as you got lost in one another. Sometimes it took an incident to bring two oblivious people together.

[forthevillains]

Hi, hello, and welcome.

I feel like it’s time that I finally do this thingy so that you know what to expect and request. I’ve been writing for a while before I got to tumblr, but it’s nothing great so I’ve yet to call myself a cool fanfic writer. My posting schedule (as you’ve probably noticed) is very chaotic, though I’m gonna try my best, writing as much as possible.

If you want to request, I just want to warn you that I always take my time and often feel unmotivated to do anything so whether I’ll post it in a day, week or month is a question that remains unanswered (I do appreciate requests tho, just need the time!). Almost any type of request is okay with me (unless it’s pedophilia or some real weird shit), though I only do female reader’s pov so please respect that! + anything w pregnancy lowkey creeps me out (but depends on request whether I’ll do it or not)

The characters I’m willing to write for:

Albert Wesker (Resident evil)

Muzan Kibutsuji (Demon slayer)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Kokushibou (Demon slayer)

Alex Wesker (Resident evil)

Zenon Zogratis (Black clover)

Logan Howlett (x-men)

Tangerine (bullet train)

Jorah Mormont (game of thrones)

However most posts are going to be focused on Wesker (I’m a simp) and age gap is included in everything I do (though u can pretend it’s not there). Anyway I hope you’ll enjoy whatever my mind creates on here!

[jadewolf22]

Character/Ship List

Requests are currently OPEN

Feel free to drop a request in my inbox or messages! You are free to ask for prompts from my prompt list; EVERYTHING is free game! I welcome specific scenarios and kinks and will write almost anything. If I do not feel comfortable writing anything I will message you, or make a post if your an annon, and explain why I will not write it.

WARNING: I will not write for girls born with male genitals (shapeshifting is the exception), or 18+ content involving characters or a reader under the age of 16. I am not comfortable writing sub!males, or m4m and will not, under any circumstance, write anything that discriminates against race, gender, or sexuality.

I DO NOT WRITE SMUT FOR REAL

PEOPLE!!

I tend to lean towards a dominant reader when paired with a female character but am willing to try sub or switch. (Just no promises that it'll be any good.)

Characters/Fandoms/Ships

Harry Potter

Snape

Bellatrix

Narcissa

Draco

Harry

Ron

Hermione

Ginny

Blaise

Dumbledore (no NSFW)

McGonagall (no NSFW)

Tonks

Remus

Sirius

Marvel

Natasha

Steve

Tony

Peggy

Wanda

Jane Foster

Loki

Thor

Siv

Frigga (no NSFW)

Carol

Valkyrie

Maria

LotR

Legolas

Arwen

Aragorn

Boromer

Galadriel

Gandalf (no NSFW)

Wednesday (Netflix)

Larissa

Wednesday

Xavier

Morticia

Tyler

Bianca

Enid

GoT

Brienne

Sandor (no NSFW)

Jamie

Tyrion

Bronn

Sansa

Daenerys

Missande

Melisandre

Cersie

John

Jorah

Arya

Rob

Catelyn (no NSFW)

Hunger Games

Katniss

Lyme

Coin

Joanna

Haymitch

Finnick

Star Wars

Rey

Kylo Ren

Leia

Han

Phasma

RE8

Alcina

Bela

Cassandra

Daniela

Donna

Heisenberg

Miscellanious

Jan Stevens

Gwen (In Fabric)

Jane Murdstone

Lady Jane

Lucifer (Netflix Sandman)

Miranda Hilmarson

Alma Peregrine

Maleficent

Ships (not all are listed) (feel free to request your own)

Snape x Bellatrix

Snape x Narcissa

Dramione

McGonagall x Dumbledore (no NSFW)

Wandanat

Steve x Nat

Nat x Peggy

Loki x Jane

Loki x Wanda

Thor x Siv

Loki x Siv

Morissa

Wenclair

Brienne x Sandor

Sansa x Sandor

John x Daenerys

Reylo

Gandalf x Galadriel

[i-drink-and-i-write-fics]

Year In Review

I posted 807 times in 2022

140 posts created (17%)

667 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@themerriweathermage

@i-drink-and-i-write-fics

@tallulahchanel

@tolkienblackgirl

@cohmac-vitus

I tagged 275 of my posts in 2022

#sleepover celebration - 51 posts

#ask a mutant - 45 posts

#original female character - 36 posts

#sleepover thirst - 33 posts

#timeless warrior - 31 posts

#elrond - 26 posts

#lotr - 26 posts

#all my mutants in a queue - 25 posts

#lord of the rings - 23 posts

#fanfic - 22 posts

Longest Tag: 82 characters

#but if i was on my period i'd end them before they sat down bc hunger and hormones

(Soooo.....that is not even one of mine. Tumblr grabbed a tag no doubt from a post I reblogged as my longest tag 🤦‍♀️😂)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Update

Hey all! My stories are slow to come out right now due to me having Covid. I have the vaccines and booster, so now I just need to ride it out.

Thank you for your patience.

💙 Marvelous Mutant

26 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

#4

Just A Moment In Time

Everett Ross x Black Fem!Reader - Unknown Chapters

Work Summary: Sequel to Agent or Princess, part 2 of Royal Agency. Reader and Everett need a vacation. So they leave to see Reader’s family in Wakanda, where Reader has a happy surprise waiting for Everett.

Requested by @tallulahchanel​​ (she also did the amazing mood board!)​

Chapter 1: Time Away

Summary: Reader convinces Everett that they need a vacation. So they go to a country that has already welcomed them with open arms.

Notes: umhlobo = friend

Hopefully, I got the write translation. Please let me know if I need to fix it.

“Everett, please! We need this!”

“We just went on vacation!”

You threw your hands in the air. “Two years ago after I first moved in! We are long overdue.”

Everett signed and looked up from his desk. You had come into your shared office to approach the idea of getting away. Needless to say, it wasn’t going well.

“What’s going on, ___? I’ve never seen you this wound up before.”

You sighed as you moved closer to his desk. “I- I’ve been feeling buried at work lately. The Avengers are doing what they can with how few of them there are and I almost feel like I live at the compound. And you’ve been working overtime with the new recruits. We barely even have date nights anymore, Ev.”

He ran his hands over his face before sitting back in his chair. “You’re right. You’re right. We live under the same roof and yet it seems like we see each other less.”

Smiling, you walked around his desk and sat on the edge next to his chair. “Which is why we need to get away. Let Robins train the new agents.”

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26 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#3

Hello! May I request a fic of fem!Reader being married to Ser Jorah Mormont (like after his divorce from Lynesse Hightower, fem!Reader and Jorah fall in love and get married) and Reader is as devoted and loving to Jorah and he is to her no matter the trials they go through (I just want some fluff)?

I just love writing for Jorah. This is a little short, but hopefully I can write more for him soon (outside of Queen’s Guard, lol!)

The Bear and the Maiden Fair: Jorah Mormont x Fem!Reader

Jorah never thought he would see the day, when he could be happy again. But here he was...with you. He can barely remember when you met, but the how stands out: Khaleesi.

It was so long ago, in the Western Market of Vaes Dothrak, that he first saw you. The Western Market was not one he had frequented as the traders were from lands such as Yi Ti, Qarth, and Asshai. The latter where you had hailed from. But Daenerys was curious about the food and wine you were selling and so often she went, dragging her Bear along. 

When you first laid eyes on Jorah, you were struck by how handsome he was, and Daenerys noticed that. So she asked questions about where you were from for Jorah. But Asshai was a mysterious land that few in Westeros and Essos knew about. And at first, you didn’t want to fill in the gaps of knowledge, afraid it would chase the Bear off.

But Jorah provided to be far more stubborn than you realized. Almost more than you were. And Daenerys could see it. She wanted her longest supporter to be happy and so she would frequent the Western Market. Which meant Jorah frequented as well, wanting to protect her while Khal Drogo was gone hunting.

It wasn’t long before you and the Bear became close. You were the one who convinced Jorah to be honest with Daenerys. You were the one who talked Drogo down from killing him once the truth came out, explaining why Jorah did what he did and how he wasn’t the same man any more. You were the one who stood by his side to protect Daenerys from her brother, Viserys. 

And when the khalasar left Vaes Dothrak, you were by his side. Wanting to see more of the world west of the Dothraki sea. So of course, Daenerys did all she could to push you two together.

Now, you were the lady to the Master of Laws, living with Jorah inside the Red Keep. The wars were a blur, but now the realm was united under a dragon banner once again. 

“What is on that mind of yours, my love?”

Jorah turned at your voice, not able to help the smile that crossed his face. You were in a red gown trimmed in black. Since Jorah could no longer be the Lord of Bear Island, Daenerys had declared you both were her family and now dawned the colors of House Targaryen. And perhaps he was bias, but they looked good on you.

“I was merely thinking how incredibly lucky I was that our queen insisted on visiting the Western Market back in Vaes Dothrak,” his gravely voice was always comforting to you.

You smiled. “Lucky, indeed. Anyone else would have steered clear of our mysterious wares.”

Jorah chuckled as he pulled you close. “Very little would scare our queen away.”

“You, as well, it seems. The mysterious lady from the Shadow Lands of Asshai didn’t fighten the Bear of Westeros.”

“Never,” he leaned down to kiss your lips. Jorah couldn’t remember a time he was this happy and would do whatever it took to keep it.

Tagging Crew:

Everything

@itsafansworld07

@that-chick212

@keetnerj01

@liadamerondjarin

Jorah Mormont

@harpers-ramblings

@of-stars-and-pens

Requested

@groovy-lady

43 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

of course, LOTR/TH men... elves... and men

Aragorn

Faramir

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47 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Gandalf’s Visitors

Lord Elrond x Fem!Reader - One-Shot

Summary: Gandalf comes to Imladris with a Company of thirteen Dwarves and a scared-looking Hobbit. Elrond’s wife, the reader, tries to bring peace between the two groups during dinner.

Requested by @middleearthsweetheart​

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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.

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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

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A New Life- Sandor Clegane x OC

So i wrote my first fanfic. it’s technically an x OC but can be read as an x reader. It is written with female pronouns. written in first person perspective.

Summary: Years after the Great and Final wars, Sandor Clegane has finally been able to settle down and have a family.

Seven years after the War of the Dead and the end of the Lannister and Targarean rule. Bran has now taken over as King of the Six Kingdoms. Many lives were lost in both wars, Jorah and Lyanna Mormont, Beric Dondarrian, Theon Greyjoy, Missandei of Narth, Gregor Clegane, Jaime and Cersie Lannister, and Daenerys Targaryen. 

A loud Thwack broke me from my thoughts. Giggling was heard outside and thudding followed. I moved to the window facing the backyard and sat on the bench installed on it. Outside was Sandor, he was setting up another log to cut for the fireplace. He wore a brown shirt and gray pants, his boots were worn and needed to be replaced. Four children joined him outside, the oldest- Devan- was moving the cut wood into a nice pile and grabbing more pieces for Sandor to cut. His twin- Arianna or Ari- was collecting dandelions in a little wicker basket. The youngest girl- Rayna- was sitting by the apple tree in the yard and reading to the baby of the family- Spencer.

Smiling, I moved to the backdoor and slipped on my shoes. I opened the door and stepped outside. “Mama!”, Ari exclaimed running at me full speed. I crouched and wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and picked her up. She dropped the basket and put her arms around my neck. I smooched her on the cheek, “Hello Sweet Girl.”, I moved her long brown hair out of her face and behind her ear.

I put Ari down and she ran over to the apple tree to join two of her siblings. Sandor stood infront of me and leaned down. His beard tickled my chin and cheeks when we kissed. Giggling, I looked up at him, “You’ve been at it all morning. Perhaps you could take a break?” He huffed at me and smiled. “Aye, just wanted to make sure we had enough wood.” He kissed me again and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him down more. There was a loud gagging noise, separating we looked over to see Devan looking at us with disgust as he held a cut piece of wood. I laughed and let go of Sandor. “Alright everyone inside, lunch is ready.” The children hurriedly collected there things and went to run inside. Ari with her wicker basket, Rayna with her book, and Devan giving Spencer a piggyback ride. Once the children were inside I turned back to my husband. Scooping me up into his arms, he kissed me again. Smiling into it, I put my hand in his hair. We separated and looked at each other.

“I love you, my Hound.”

“I love you too, Little Vixian”

[averagewriter-inthedark]

HC: Being a well known female warrior in Westeros and going beyond with the Wall w/ Jon & the crew

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Characters include: Jon Snow, Tormund Giantsbane, Sandor “The Hound” Clegane, Jorah Mormont, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr and Gendry Waters/Baratheon

I don’t own any of the plots or characters of ASOIAF/GOT that all belongs to George R. R. Martin

(slight Sandor x reader and Tormund x reader)

This will serve as a prompt for an upcoming imagine

Warnings: profanity, angst, violence, death, mention’s sex, implications of assault so do not read if that will trigger you. 

Being a well known female warrior of Westeros and going beyond the Wall with Jon and the crew would include:

Your house came from Storm’s End and was loyal to the Targaryen’s. Your father, a brave and noble Lord had trained you to be fierce and defend yourself being you were his only child and heir at the time until a son was born to him when you were eighteen. Though you were no longer his heir, your father still raised you as you were so if something were to happen to him anytime soon then you would be ready to take over his duties until your brother was of age. 

You dueled, you spared, you were a skilled archer and swordswomen. By the time you were fifteen there had been rumors around the country of a who woman who could duel several men at a time and never lose a challenge. 

The skills you possessed had King Aerys impressed and even the Mad King once commented that you would have been a fine knight if you hadn’t been a woman. Part of you hoped he would stray from tradition, but even you knew a man like him would never while he stood on the Iron Throne. 

It was months after your nineteenth name day that the War in Westeros happened after Prince Rheagar “kidnapped” Lyanna Stark which resulted in Lord Rickard and his son Brandon being burned alive by King Aerys as they tried to get her back. 

When the Rebellion sparked, your family stood beside House Targaryen and fought against those who opposed. Your father urged you to go into hiding with your brother, but you refused saying you would never abandon your family. You would come to regret that decision the day the Lannister forces invaded your home led by the deadly knight Ser Gregor Clegane.

The stories and things the man did left you trembling with fear. All the training and skills you had were not a match between the man and you could only watch helplessly as you laid bloodied on the ground while he slaughtered you family along side his men. You could barely see with the blood cascading down your face after you were slashed by the Mountain across you cheek when he flung you to the ground. Your father, mother, and brother had already perished by the time he got to you. 

The desire in his eye concluded he had sinister plans with you and luckily the fallen knife you dropped was not far from your grasp. After ripping your gear off and starting to remove his own was when you managed to kick the man in the groin causing him to falter and quickly grab the knife. You drove it into his side and landed another hard punch to the face, which allowed you the room to get away from him. Grabbing your ancestral family sword off the ground and the fallen cloak that laid beside, you sprinted from the room not even bothering to cast a look to the deceased around you.

Never looking back as you avoided the Lannister forced by taking the secret pathways through the home, you sprinted the barn while placing the cloak around you and hopped on the nearest horse. Your face was still bloodied which you knew would leave a nasty scar and your body ached. But you never looked back when you snapped the reigns of the horse and let the animal take you far from the nightmare. 

It had been eighteen years since that fateful day and you were still on the run. Tywin Lannister never forgot about you and had a large sum of gold for the man who brought him your head. There was no use for trying to keep you hostage or marry you off to one of his sons.  You were a traitor to the Kingdoms in his eyes and threat to the throne. 

During this time you traveled all over the world, trying to remain hidden. Even going as far as spending several years in Braavos where you learned to speak Valyrian. You continued to travel around Essos, but it was when you heard rumors of the Night King that led you back to Westeros. By then it had been almost a decade you were in Essos and unaware of all the chaos taking place in your home country.

You went North first, avoiding King’s Landing at all cost when you heard Cersei was ruler and knew if she caught you then your head would be on a spike. 

The journey was difficult and you didn’t know exactly where you were since you lacked a map. It wasn’t until you caught sight of the Wall that you realized how North you had traveled. The area you stumbled to was Eastwatch by the sea and you were unprepared when men surrounded you with bows and ordered that you followed them. What made you confused and a little unnerved was the men were not dressed in traditional black the Brothers of the Night’s Watch would wear, no they were wearing greyish furs.

You were brought to the castle before a large, red-bearded man who’s name had you guessing the men manning the castle were not from the area of Westeros south of the Wall. He introduced himself as Tormund Giantsbane and began to question you.

You told him you would only tell him who you were if he told you who he was and what has happened in Westeros the past several years. He was adamant at first, but when he saw the slight fear in your eyes the man finally told you all you wanted to know. 

You wouldn’t reveal your identity when he mentioned that Ned Stark’s bastard son, Jon was King in the North. Your family had tensions with the Starks, especially since you were Targaryen loyalists and they fought against each other during the Rebellion. Ned may be gone, but you didn’t know how his son would be. He could kill you himself or give you up to Cersei.

Instead of revealing your name and origin, you told the bearded fellow you were from Braavos named Nadine and how you had heard about the army of the dead which made you want to fight to prevent the rest of the world from perishing in the Long Night. It was obvious Tormund was skeptical of your claims, and you grew frustrated when he ordered his men to take you to a cell until he had word with Jon.

You never talked whenever Tormund or the other wildlings came down to the cells to give you food or ask you if you wanted to tell them the truth. Even when he came to bring you new clothes that consisted of traditional Night’s Watch attire he was able to find, you kept silent.

 Instead, you spent every minute in the cold, dark cell sitting in the corner away from hindsight just staring out the small window that gave you a little glimpse of the sky. You thought about your family and how you missed them so much. You thought about what life was like before the Rebellion, and you thought about what the future will entail with the rise of the Night King coming for Westeros. 

Time passed and soon came new arrivals to the cells. You stayed hidden in the corner when they were thrown in and from the sounds of it, and from the sounds of it you concluded there had to be at least three men in the cell across from you. They were muffled, a side effect from when the Mountain burst your eardrum all those years ago, but when you finally managed to get a good listen at the men arguing, you felt your body freeze and heart pick up the pace.

 It had been years since you encountered Sandor Clegane and even longer for Beric Dondarrion. In the time where there was peace in Westeros during King Aerys’s rule you found yourself present at several duels and gatherings the two were at. You were civil with Beric, the man respecting you and you would even have called him a friend before shit had hit the fan. 

Sandor however was a different story. You two had grown close in the years you were of acquaintance with him. There was a mutual attraction between the two of you and one sleepless night you both acted on that attraction. While everyone slept the night away, you were being taken by Sandor over and over again as he brought you to your climax in the small tent away from everyone else. That was the last time you saw the man, he had left your side before morning and never once saw you before you were set to leave home the next day. 

You shivered at the memory and slowly inched more into the dark corner that hid you away from the light. You never dared moved away from it and kept your face hidden in the cloak around you. By the next morning you were well aware they had suspicions of someone being in the cell you were in because of the food that laid on the ground waiting to be picked up. The entire day you stayed hidden and only moved from the corner to get the food when night arrived and then men were passed out from exhaustion. 

The same routine occurred for days. On several occasions you could here Beric call out to you, unaware of who you were of course, saying to not be afraid. You mentally scoffed when he would say that, you were not afraid of them per se, but you didn’t trust them. The moment they recognized you all they would see is the reward for your capture. 

More time passed, until one day you heard several footsteps entering the room. You listened closely as best as you could, picking up several voices. They were talking to the three across from you and by Tormund’s words you were able to find out that Beric, Sandor and the other man you had yet to identify were planning to go beyond the Wall.

Then someone said not to trust them saying how they sold them to a Witch, and finally another voice spoke which had your heard skip, recognizing it immediately. Jorah addressed Thoros, and through that interaction you heard the hostility between Tormund toward the disgraced night. 

The air grew tense and the men were discussing the outrageous idea of going beyond the Wall to find a wright. You kept as silent as you could to hear what all was being said. Then the sound of a key twisting and a door being open filled your ears. 

“What should we do with this one here?”

You mentally cursed at Tormund’s voice and you knew the jig was up. A deep voice ordered you to come forward and you sighed before finally standing. You kept your chin held high when your foot hit the spot of light in the cell and your body following after. The light shined on your face, making it visible. It was quiet when you approached, but when your eyes scanned the men you could see the shocked faces of the ones who recognized you and the confused of those who didn’t.

While the scar you received from Gregor Clegane cascaded from the top of your forehead down to your chin, it didn’t take away from your distinguishable features and anyone who crossed your path would be able to recall your face.

Sandor, Beric, and Jorah were completely frozen, their eyes locked on your figure with the former having a small gap between his lips. Your eyes landed on the man with a wolf emblem on his chest plate, indicating he was the one they called King in the North. The other men you didn’t recognize at all, so you simply ignored them while you focused your attention on the others.

“Seven Hells,” Sandor breathed out, and you couldn’t help the un-humorours chuckle you let out. Leaning against the bars that divided you from them group. 

 “My Gods, I thought you were dead all these years.” Jorah’s tone held the same as Sandor’s, completely astonished.

“Jorah, Beric,” you sent a glare to the bearded man, “Sandor. What a surprise to see you all after all this time.” The other men were confused by what was happening and eyed you suspiciously. It was obvious you had history with the three, but clueless to what that was.

“I’m sorry, who are you,” Jon spoke causing you to look at him, your face blank and lack of emotion. You were going to answer but the Hound  beat you to it. “Y/N fucking L/N.” Jon and the men you had yet to know their name snapped their heads toward Sandor before looking back at you with wide eyes. The pieces coming together for them with the exception of Tormund who was unaware by the history you and your house had with Westeros.

“You’re Y/N of House L/N? The only daughter of Lord Y/F/N L/N, who was said to be the first female knight of Westeros,” The boy with the buzz cut spoke through the silence making you scoff and narrow your eyes. Moving so you were directly in front of him, you spat “I was never a knight, you silly boy. Not even a King as mad as Aerys would bestow such a title on a woman. I was just a tough bitch who never lost a fight against any man who dared swing a sword at me.”

The air was tense and you were no stranger to the glares you received from several of the men. “You fuckers going to stand there and stare or are you going to figure out what the fuck to do with me.”

There was debate between Jon and the men to decide what to do with you. You made it clear to the young King that giving you to Cersei was no option, stating you will cut your own throat before you will be delivered to her like a pig going to a butcher to be slaughtered. 

Sandor never kept his eyes off you the whole time, whenever you met his gaze you would glare in return. 

“How about I go with you North,” you offered after a while, silencing the chatter, “Think about it, I have no where to go as my family is dead. I have no will to live so if I die out there, then that’s sure fucking better than Cersei having the pleasure to kill me on her fathers behalf. Plus I am a expert fighter as you may have heard from the stories, Jorah, Beric and Sandor can even vouch on that.”

In all your life you had always wondered what lurked beyond the Wall. Finally getting that chance to see was unlike anything you expected as your feet dragged through the snow while keeping up with the group. 

The journey was long and consisted mainly of you speaking with each of your traveling companions of what your life had been the last 18 years. Jon was the first you spoke with, followed by Gendry, Tormund, Thoros and Beric with finally ending with Sandor.

It was hard telling him about what happened with his brother. Even though you managed to get away before Gregor could go through with his horrific plan, it still mentally scarred you. Sandor kept silent as you spoke about the day you family was killed and you fleeing to Essos, the years you spent in Braavos and staying hidden from Tywin and King Robert. He couldn’t help the guilt he felt for leaving you that day in the tent and never saying goodbye. He was heartbroken by the news of your families slaughter, believing you to have been in the mix and he could still feel the immense anger towards his brother when he boasted about taking you and killing you.

You and Thoros would pass the rum to each other, you both speaking in Valyrian whenever you grew annoyed with the grumbling men around you. Tormund would try to flirt with you here in and there which made you roll your eyes although you couldn’t help but laugh at the irritated look Sandor would give him. 

When Gendry had asked the wildling fellow on how they keep their balls from freezing off, the red-bearded giant glanced at you as he smirked when saying fucking was the best to keep warm. You scoff at him, but couldn’t help but smirk at him back which made the man look hopeful after you send him a wink. 

It was nice reuniting with Jorah, who at one point was like a mentor to you and someone your family highly respected. You remember being sad the day you heard about his crime and being exiled, so it was nice to see he had remained alive and well throughout the passing years. It was during a conversation one night on the expedition that he told you of Daenerys. You were shocked to know the girl had survived the rebellion and was taken to Essos. 

There was no doubt you wanted to meet the young Queen after Jorah spoke of her. Your house was loyal to the Targaryen's for centuries and you would not break faith with them any time soon. 

Fighting against wrights was something you never imagines happening in your life time. Your sword swung with might and grunts left your lips as you fought your way through the swarm of the dead rushing at you. Thoros had been dead through the night after becoming injured in a fight the day before and here the rest of the group were on a frozen lake against hundreds.

When Daenerys arrived with her dragons you couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips, amazed by the sight before you. The large one dropped on the ground and you could see the young Queen on its back reaching out for Jon and the others. 

She helped you up the large beast and you felt Tormund bring you to his chest, helping you sit and feel secure. It was heartbreaking when you witnessed one of the dragons get hit with the ice spear and falls from the sky. The screams of anguish it let out followed by the cries of its brothers brought tears to your eyes and you watched helplessly as the young dragon sank in the frozen water.

It was when you all saw the Night King take another spear that you gasped by the sudden take off of the dragon you were on. You grabbed Tormund’s arm that was rested on your waist and whatever scale you reach, holding on while the dragon soared away.

After arriving back at Eastwatch, you meet properly with Daenerys where you bend the knee and pledge your loyalty to her. She was shocked by how quickly you swore to her and did it without question, but when you reveal your name and house it all makes sense to her. 

The Queen welcomes you to her to her court, saying she would be honored to have you by her side when she takes the Iron Throne. You were thrown off when you see Tyrion almost taking your sword to cut him in half, but Jorah stops you and explains to you that he is Daenerys’ hand. It doesn’t stop you from glaring at the dwarf, but you sheath your sword back and promise to not hurt him.

When asked to join Daenerys on her journey to King’s Landing you were at first hesitant. You didn’t doubt the fact the Lannister Queen would want you dead, but if you managed to survive all that you had in the almost two decades including an army of wrights, then you could survive the bitch herself.

“I’ll join you, my Queen. I think it’s time a reunite with my ‘old friend’ wouldn’t you think?”

Let’s just say Tormund was pleasantly delighted when you knocked on his chamber door the night before you left asking if he could warm you up on the cold winter night ;). 

[kellyvela]

GRRM has said in interviews that he’s purposely played with the romantic tension between the hound and Sansa. What do you think the endgame purpose of the unkiss and that playing is meant to be for?

This is all what he said about the matter in question so far:

The Hound and Sansa, romantic or platonic? It could be very different things to each of those involved, mind you!

JUNE 24, 1999 THE HOUND AND SANSA

Moreta12: I understand, I’ve heard your opinion on that. In ACOK, it seems that the relationship between the Hound and Sansa had romantic undertones. Is that true?

GeoRR: Well, read the book and decide for yourself.

Moreta12: I’ve read the book and I’ve debated those particular scenes with a few others. Half say that it’s romantic and half say it’s platonic. I’ve taken the romantic stance.

GeoRR:  It could be very different things to each of those involved, mind you

Moreta12:Yes, but it seem like evidence points towards romantic undertones. Will the Hound appear later?

GeoRR: Yes, the Hound will be in STORM OF SWORDS. In fact, I just finished writing a big scene with him.

[Source]

When will Sansa be “legal”?  **ºª@”¡¿x<%$!&?

OCTOBER 05, 1999 AGE OF SEXUAL RELATIONS IN WESTEROS

The nature of the relationship between Sandor and Sansa has been a hot topic on Revanshe’s board. Sansa’s youth has been one focus of the discussion. What is the general Westerosi view as to romantic or sexual relationships involving a girl of Sansa’s age and level of physical maturity?

A boy is Westeros is considered to be a “man grown” at sixteen years. The same is true for girls. Sixteen is the age of legal majority, as twenty-one is for us.

However, for girls, the first flowering is also very significant… and in older traditions, a girl who has flowered is a woman, fit for both wedding and bedding.

A girl who has flowered, but not yet attained her sixteenth name day, is in a somewhat ambigious position: part child, part woman. A “maid,” in other words. Fertile but innocent, beloved of the singers.

In the “general Westerosi view,” well, girls may well be wed before their first flowerings, for political reasons, but it would considered perverse to bed them. And such early weddings, even without sex, remain rare. Generally weddings are postponed until the bride has passed from girlhood to maidenhood.

Maidens may be wedded and bedded… however, even there, many husbands will wait until the bride is fifteen or sixteen before sleeping with them. Very young mothers tend to have significantly higher rates of death in childbirth, which the maesters will have noted.

As in the real Middle Ages, highborn girls tend to flower significantly earlier than those of lower birth. Probably a matter of nutrition. As a result, they also tend to marry earlier, and to bear children earlier. There are plenty of exceptions.

[Source]

Unreliable Narrator

JUNE 26, 2001 SF, TARGARYENS, VALYRIA, SANSA, MARTELLS, AND MORE

[GRRM is asked about Sansa misremembering the name of Joffrey’s sword.]

The Lion’s Paw / Lion’s Tooth business (*), on the other hand, is intentional. A small touch of the unreliable narrator. I was trying to establish that the memories of my viewpoint characters are not infallible. Sansa is simply remembering it wrong. A very minor thing (you are the only one to catch it to date), but it was meant to set the stage for a much more important lapse in memory. You will see, in A STORM OF SWORDS and later volumes, that Sansa remembers the Hound kissing her the night he came to her bedroom… but if you look at the scene, he never does. That will eventually mean something, but just now it’s a subtle touch, something most of the readers may not even pick up on.

[Source]

(*) It was Arya who misremembered the name of Joffrey’s sword tho…

Unreliable Narrator 2.0

OCTOBER 05, 2002 SANSA’S MEMORY

[Note: This mail has been edited for brevity.]

… this is an inconsistency with ASoS more than an outright error. In ASoS, Sansa thinks that the Hound kissed her before leaving her room and King’s Landing. In ACoK, no kiss is mentioned in the scene, though Sansa did think that he was about to do so.

Well, not every inconsistency is a mistake, actually. Some are quite intentional. File this one under “unreliable narrator” and feel free to ponder its meaning

[Source]

Unreliable Narrator 3.0

NOVEMBER 27, 2007 GEORGE R.R. MARTIN ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONS

Here’s a really particular question (which I realize means it probably won’t get asked in a general interview): In A Storm of Swords, there is a chapter early on where Sansa is thinking back to the scene at the end of A Clash of Kings when The Hound came into her room during the battle. She thinks in the chapter about how he kissed her, but in the scene in A Clash of Kings, this actually didn’t happen. Was that a typo or something? —Valdora

GRRM: It’s not a typo. It is something! [Laughs] ”Unreliable narrator” is the key phrase there. The second scene is from Sansa’s thoughts. And what does that reveal about her psychologically? I try to be subtle about these things.

[Source]

Sansa may be dead but Alayne is alive

APRIL 15, 2008 FUTURE MEETINGS, POVS, ARYA’S ROLE, EASTERN LANDS, AND ASSASSINS

[Will Sandor and Sansa meet?]

Why, the Hound is dead, and Sansa may be dead as well. There’s only Alayne Stone.

[Source]

A lot more dangerous than romantic

AUGUST 2, 2009 AS SER JORAH MORMONT…

weltraummuell: The Hound Oh please don’t cast an old guy for the Hound, his scenes with Sansa are so romantic and erotic, I couldn’t bear if it’d feel creepy all of a sudden. Well, that’s me making demands. LOL

GRRM: Re: The Hound Old guy? No, but… the Hound is still a whole lot older than Sansa, and was never written as attractive… you know, those hideous burns and all that… he’s a lot more dangerous than he is romantic.

kestrana: The Hound Yeah its a “girl always wants the bad boy” kind of thing although Sansa seems to pull something else out of him. It feels so wrong sometimes but I want to see them together again tee hee.

weltraummuell: The Hound Hehe, George, maybe you didn’t intend it, but he turned out to be a very erotic character to female readers. Especially since he’s mutilated and dangerous. Makes him unpredictable and vulnerable which is the most explosive aphrodisiac for a girl’s fantasy. ;)

weltraummuell: The Hound And I know from discussions on other board other women feel just the same about Sandor. He’s an absolute favourite with the ladies!

halfbloodmalfoy: The Hound LOL, you’re such a man. To many of us women, dangerous *is* attractive.

GRRM: The Hound But no one has any love for poor old Sam Tarly, kind and smart and decent and devoted…

[Source]

I played with it but I didn’t get the answer I was waiting for

JUNE 22, 2012 SWORD & LASER VIDEO PODCAST

GRRM: I am sometimes surprised by the reactions, of women in particular, to some of the villains. The number of women over the years who have written to me that their favorite characters are Jaime Lannister or Sandor Clegane [the Hound] or Theon Greyjoy… All of these are deeply troubled individuals with some very dark sides, who have done some very dark things. Nonetheless, they do draw this response, and quite heavily, I think, in the case of some of them, from my female readers in particular.

Veronica Belmont: I’m a big fan of the Hound, myself, actually.

Tom Merritt: Of Sandor? Really?

Veronica Belmont: Yeah, the Hound… Maybe it’s not because I feel any compassion towards them, I’m not really sure what the attraction is. Ah, I’m not going to call it attraction, actually. Let’s just say it’s a fascination, perhaps.

GRRM: [Chuckles] Well, I mean, fascination is one thing, but some of these letters indicate that there really is like a romantic attraction going on there. And I do know there’s all these people out there who are, as they call themselves, the “San/San” fans, who want to see Sandor and Sansa get together at the end. So that’s interesting, too.

Tom Merritt: The TV show has sort of played with that a little, and probably stoked those fires.

GRRM: Oh, sure. And I’ve played with it in the books. There’s something there, but it’s still interesting to see how many people have responded to it.

[Source]

I played with it but I didn’t get the answer I was waiting for 2.0

JUNE 23, 2015 GRRM Q&A AT THE SCIENCE FICTION BOOKSTORE IN STOCKHOLM

Question: “Is there any fan reactions that you have been surprised by, like is there a character that’s more popular than you thought or have people been shocked by something you didn’t think we would be shocked at?”

GRRM: “I’m reasonably certain what people will be shocked by. I knew that the Red Wedding would provoke a big reaction and it did. I was pretty confident that, you know, throwing Bran out the window and then killing Ned in the first book would get reactions, and indeed they did. All of those worked exactly the way it did to the extent that things that have surprised me, they tend to be smaller things. I guess I… Maybe I should not have, I don’t know. How do I phrase this without getting myself in terrible trouble… I guess I don’t understand women, but I was definitely, you know, way back when, surprised by the number of women who reacted positively to characters like Theon and the Hound as dashing, romantic figures. The san/san kind of thing took me by surprise, I must admit, and even more so the women who, and there are some, who really like Theon. So that surprised me.”

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Unreliable Narrator 4.0

DECEMBER 2016 ASKING GEORGE R.R. MARTIN ABOUT S@N/S@N

My question is regarding Sansa Stark. Her sexuality has evolved through every book and yet the memory that seems to stick the more with her in this regard is the night of the Blackwater. So I was wondering if you can expand on your view on what this is, since as before that night her interactions with Sandor Clegane weren’t really physical.

The night of the Blackwater, yes. Ahhh… Well, I’m not going to give you a straight answer on that hahaha… Uhmmm, but I would say that ahhh… you know a television show and a book each has its own strengths and weaknesses; there a re tools that are available to me as a novelist, that are not available to people doing a television show. And of course there are tools available to them, that are not available to a novelist, I mean they can lay in a soundtrack, they can do special effects, they can do amazing things that I can’t do, I just have words on paper. What can I do, well I can use things like the internal narrative, I can take you inside of territories… thoughts, which you can’t do in a TV show… Ahhh… You just have the words they speak, you see them from outside because the camera is external, while prose is internal, and I have the device known as “unreliable narrator”… Ahhh… Which again, they don’t have. So, think about those two aspects when you consider that night of the Blackwater.

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Do with it what you will.

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You Underestimate Me

Based on this request:  Your request are open again? I would love to request a imagine with Danearys x reader and her BFFs Varys and Tyrion if I may? :) The reader being a female, tough sell sword, who seems to be dangerous but really cares for her friends. She often get’s into dangerous situations trying to help her friends. But somehow Varys doubted she would do the same for him, until she saves him one day and tells him in clear terms that he is her best friend and how dare he think himself anything less? Some fluff perhaps?

Here you are! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!*

Warnings: Angst-ish, violence. A teeny bit of platonic fluff if you squint.

Pairings/Characters: BFF!Varys x fem!reader, Daenerys Targaryen x fem!reader, Daenerys x Daario Naharis, Tyrion Lannister

When you first encountered Daenerys and her advisors, you never thought you'd end up so close. Yet, here you were, a female sellsword, lover of the Mother of Dragons, and best friend of Tyrion and Varys. They were your family and you would do anything for them. Not everyone believed that though.

         At least once a week, you spent a meal with Tyrion and Varys. The wine and laughter flowed easily, but you and Varys often got into debates. Tyrion was usually too drunk to join in. Every once in a while, your debates with Varys actually turned into arguments, such as tonight.

         The two of you were arguing about what real friendship was and what it meant to you. You told him, in no uncertain terms, that you would protect him with your life if necessary. He didn't believe you. "People say things like that all the time, dear Y/N. And yet, when the time comes, people look after themselves." You arched a brow. "You underestimate me, Varys. Let us hope we never have to find out if I'm exaggerating."

         As it happened, there would be a time for you to prove to Varys that you weren't lying. When Daenerys reopened the fighting pits, you knew there would be trouble. You had tried to warn her against it, but she ignored you as well as her other lover, Daario. The day she reopened the pits, chaos ensued. One moment, the fighting was happening, the next, you were pushing Daenerys behind you, trying to protect her.

         "Sons of the Harpy," you whispered. Daario looked at you and nodded. Without warning, they attacked, leaving you all vulnerable. Your eyes scanned the carnage to find Tyrion and Varys in trouble. You practically shoved Daenerys toward Daario. "Protect her!" You placed a quick kiss to her cheek and ran over to your friends.

         Without thinking, you swung your sword at the nearest assailant. You ducked and weaved through the throngs of people with your focus on you two friends. The woman you loved was protected. They weren't. You forced your legs forward when you noticed one particular fighter closing in on Varys. All thought left your head as you threw yourself into yet another dangerous situation.

         It seemed like seconds and hours at the same time when you finally reached the friend closest to you, which happened to be Varys, the one least capable of defending himself in these kinds of situations. You nearly slid through the sand to get to him. Your sword pierced through the gap in the assailant's armor. His scream echoed in your ears.

         "Are you alright?" you asked Varys. He merely stared at you with wide eyes. He never got the chance to answer you though. The sound of a dragon's screech came from overhead. Drogon swooped down, scooping up Daenerys and setting your enemies on fire. As she flew off, your eyes met Daenerys' in a silent promise. You would go after her as soon as it was safe.

         Later, when all the fighting was done, you stood with Jorah, Daario, and the others trying to figure out who was going after Daenerys. "I'm going," you stated. You met Daario's gaze as if daring him to argue. As her other lover, Daario knew how much Daenerys meant to you. Daario simply nodded and you left the room to pack a few provisions.

         You were hardly alone for more than a few minutes when you felt a presence behind you. "You saved me." You turned to face him and arched a brow. "I told you I would if you were ever in danger." Varys looked worried and impressed at the same time. "I didn't truly believe you." You let out a chuckle. "I thought, with your affection for the Dragon Queen, you would not bother with such a lowly servant of the realm."

         You whirled on him. "How dare you?! You are not lowly, Varys! Don't you speak of yourself that way! You are my closest friend and don't you EVER think otherwise again!" You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. You smiled at him. "Now, you and Tyrion take care of Meereen while I go save our queen!" Varys let his lips upturn into a rare smile. "I swear it." In a moment of sentiment, you wrapped your arms around him.

         "Please be careful," you whispered. After a beat, Varys hugged you back. "Only if you do the same. Loyalty and friendship are hard to come by and I would hate to lose yours." You laughed heartily and pulled away. "Go rescue the queen. We shall wait for you. Besides, someone has to keep Jorah and Daario from tearing each other apart in their jealousy. You have a better head on your shoulders."

         "Yes well, I'm not happy about it, but those two love Daenerys as well. In the end, it's her choice, just as it was mine to save you and Tyrion instead of staying with Daenerys." With that, you packed the rest of your provisions and went out of the Great Pyramid of Meereen with Jorah and Daario. You glanced back to find Varys and Tyrion standing on the balcony. You gave a slight wave. You only hoped you would be able to get Daenerys and return to Meereen. To your little family.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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Request - Can you do headcanons for Daenerys x female reader where reader is her servant with secret powers and she brings back Viserion, Rhaegal, Missandei and Jorah and when Dany becomes queen on the kingdoms, Dany sees her children, friends and crush and all of them have a beautiful reunion? 💕

•You have been a slave all your life. Your Mother gave you away when you were 10 years old. Your father you met once and he is a drunk.

•Daenerys Targaryen when she first saw you and told her about your past. You became her servant because of her brother Viserys.

•You never told anyone about your powers. You want to keep it like that.

•You like what Daenerys is doing and stand for.

•You barely spoke to anyone. You have a hard time trusting anyone.

•Daenerys developed feelings for you. And wants to get to know you better.

•”Have you ever had wine?” Daenerys asked.

”Once, but it tasted really bad,” You said.

She gave you her cup.

”Try it. I think you will like it” Daenerys said.

You take a sip and you did like it.

”It’s good,” You said and didn't drink more.

•Daenerys is watching you from the balcony and Missandei is standing next to her.

”Are you in love with her?” Missandei asked.

Daenerys began to stutter.

”Why would you ask?” Daenerys asked.

”I see the way you look at her. Your eyes show it and I know you very well” Missandei said.

”I do have feelings for her,” Daenerys said.

”You and Y/N would be very happy together,” Missandei said.

Daenerys smiled.

•You do get along with Missandei and Jorah. They care for you and it felt good someone cares for you.

•You still haven't told anyone about your powers. You are scared to tell them.

•Missandei did ask if you have feelings for Daenerys. At first, you lied and but she knew you lied. You did tell her.

•Jorah taught you how to use a sword. You are a fast learner.

•Everyone went to the Daznak's pit.

•You have a bad feeling about something.

•You staying close by Daenerys, Viserys and Missandei.

•The Sons of the Harpy started to kill people. They are trying to kill Daenerys.

•Jorah starts to fight back.

”Get her out of here!” Jorah yelled the soldiers.

•”Follow me!” You yelled.

You start to run and they start to follow.

More of the Sons of the Harpy appeared.

•You had no choice but to use your powers to save them.

•They watched you use your powers. They are in shock and speechless.

•You have magic.

-You start to use energy projection.

-Next telekinesis.

”What are you!?” Viserys asked.

”I will explain later,” You said.

•You did explain that you have powers and it's magic.

•You thought they were going to kill you or something.

•But you weren't punished. Daenerys thanked you and everyone did too.

•You and Daenerys started to get close.

•Daenerys had so many questions about your powers. She would ask you questions all-day and she would smile when you did magic tricks for her.

•She touches your cheek and stares into your eyes.

•When Cersei Lannister killed Missandei and Jorah died and her dragons Viserion and Rhaegal died, Daenerys changed.

•She is different and you understand why.

•”Don’t leave me, Y/N” Daenerys said in a low voice.

”I promise I won't leave you,” You said.

She didn't say anything else, she pressed her lips against yours. You did kiss her back.

•You left without saying a word. And she felt hurt and she followed you.

•You used your magic to cast a spell. To bring back everyone that Dany lost.

•Daenerys saw everything you using your magic to bring them back to life.

•You passed out due to the amount of magic you used.

•Later, you wake up they are around you. Everyone hugged you tight.

•Much Later, Daenerys took you to bond with the dragons with her. They like you and you keep petting them. She kissed you again.

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Masterlist

My fics can be found either here or under the tag my writing. This will be updated as I write new imagines. Most of my fics are gender neutral or written with female readers in mind, but occasionally I get the urge to write for male readers. If you have any ideas you’d like to see me write, just send me an ask!!

🔥 means male reader specifically

MARVEL

Being Tony Stark’s child and having a sibling relationship with Peter Parker

Being Tony’s child and having Rhodey as your godfather

Another way (Tony Stark x child!Reader)

Steve Roger’s twin and dating Bucky Barnes

Loki being in love with Thor’s best friend

Steve Rogers dating a male!Reader  🔥

Spine of Steel (Tony Stark x Reader headcanon series)

THE 100

Being Octavia Blake’s second

Being part of the 100

Being part of Spacekru

What’s a missile compared to Praimfaya?

Having a slow burn relationship with Bellamy Blake

Being Octavia’s cell mate in the sky box

My lover's the sunlight 🔥

GOT/HOTD

Being Daenerys Targaryen’s husband  🔥

Having a slow burn relationship with Sansa Stark  🔥

Bronn’s sister who’s dating Obara Sand

Jorah Mormont being jealous

Fluffy relationship h/cs with Podrick Payne

Daenerys dating a woman

Daenerys falling for her Gender Neutral bodyguard

Jaime Lannister realising he loves you

Jon Snow’s twin sister who’s dating Tormund Giantsbane

Podrick Payne’s wedding

Lannister!Reader falling in love with Podrick Payne

Podrick proposing

Being Daenerys’ human son  🔥

Road trip with Brienne of Tarth  🔥

The breath that passed from you to me (Sansa x male!Reader)  🔥

Being Tywin Lannister’s favourite child

Dating Brienne of Tarth  🔥

Being Rhaenyra Targaryen's husband 🔥

My crown is in my heart, not on my head (Rhaenyra Targaryen x Male!Velaryon Reader series) 🔥

TVD/THE ORIGINALS

“It’s an emergency! We don’t have a wine opener.“

Elijah Mikaelson’s wife

Being a Salvatore

Being a Mikaelson Part 2

B99

Being Jake Peralta’s twin sister

TEEN WOLF

Being Lydia Martin’s best friend

HP

Being best friends with Neville Longbottom

Being a member of the Order of the Phoenix

Having a slow burn relationship with Draco Malfoy

Being James’ sister and raising Harry

Being Remus Lupin’s son  🔥

Having a mutual crush on Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley dating a male!Reader  🔥

Being a Death Eater

VIKINGS

Being Bjorn Ironside’s best friend

Slow burn relationship with Ubbe

Star Wars

Being Anakin Skywalker’s twin sister

ATLA

Toph’s older brother falling for Sokka   🔥

Bridgerton

Having a slow burn relationship with Colin Bridgerton

Domestic headcanons with Simon Basset

Being Benedict Bridgerton's muse

Anthony Bridgerton having a soft spot for you

Entirely a matter of chance

[reidandweep]

The Frozen Lake

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader (female)

A/N- This was requested by @path-of-fire. Prompt: Daenerys and the Reader are lovers and the Reader joins Jon Snow at the Battle on the Frozen lake. Presumed dead, it comes as a shock to the Khaleesi, when her lover appears in Winterfell.

Word Count- 3252 words

Warning- Blood, presumed death, kissing, angst, fluff, and all that jazz.

“You don’t have to go with him?”

“I know. But I am choosing to do this. For you my Queen.”

Daenerys rolls her eyes at Y/N’s reply. A small smile gracing her face.  The pair watched as Jon and his men prepared the boats, ready to go beyond the wall.

Turning towards her Khaleesi, Y/N gently grabbed her face. Feeling the worry roll off of her in waves, Y/N leaned in to kiss Daenerys. Her lips moved across her lovers, as Daenerys’ arms encircled the woman’s waist. Pulling her as close as possible.

“Are they always like this?”

Jorah laughed at Jon’s comment.

Walking to stand next to the young man, he clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“That woman has travelled farther and wider for Daenerys than even I have. Than anyone has. They always get a little more affectionate before she goes to fight.”

Jon nodded his head in acknowledgement.

“I’ve come to guess it’s some form of good luck or stay safe.”

Pulling her lips away from her Khaleesi, Y/N smiled.

“I’ll be fine. I always come back don’t I?”

Daenerys didn’t laugh.

She squeezed her lover’s waist.

“The stakes are higher this time Y/N. The people need you to come back. I need you to come back.”

“And I will come back.”

Taking a glance at the boats, Y/N could see that they were almost ready to board. Giving her Queen one last smile, she released her grip around her waist. Heading towards Jon and his men. Y/N threw her bag into the boat, sitting across from Jon and next to Gendry.  She watched Daenerys as the boat was pushed into the water. Their gaze never breaking until she and the men were a speck in the sea.

They rowed and rowed and rowed.

Y/N watched as the man steered the oars across the water.

“You’re quite good at this, aren’t you?” Y/N stated towards the Baratheon bastard next to her.

Gendry laughed.

“More than you know.”

Y/N kept mostly to herself. These men all knew each other. She was an outsider to them. She may be with the Khaleesi, but right now she only had Jorah, surrounded by boats overflowing with testosterone.

“How long have you been with the Mother of Dragons?”

Raising her head at the voice, she looked at the man next to Jon Snow.  His hair and beard unruly, but they were as bright as the fire spit from the Khaleesi’s dragons.

“We met when she gained control of the Dothraki after Khal Drogo’s departure. I was made her maid in waiting.”

The man smirked.

“Ah. So, you were fucking her whilst she was with the Dothraki king?”

Leaning forward in her seat, Y/N’s eyes pierced into Tormund’s. Like daggers made of dragon glass.

His smirk fell.

“Unlike you, horny cunt, I have control. I would never have disrespected the Khal in any way. Not that it is any of you fucker’s business. But we were not together, until long after the death of Khal Drogo.”

Leaning back, placing her hands on her knees, Y/N licked her lips.

“I have worked my way from maid in waiting, to warrior, to commander-in-chief. I command all armies under the reign of the Khaleesi. I command the Dothraki, the Unsullied, the Iron Islands, The Westerlands, The Vale, and so much more. And if I wanted to, I could have command of you. You’ve pledged support to the Khaleesi and you are a part of the army of the North. I could order you to jump overboard right now. And you would have to.”

Gendry began to laugh at the woman’s words, and at the fear across Tormund’s face.

He continued to row.

Jon could not help but smile also.

A smirk once again settled on her face.

“But I won’t.”

Gendry ceased his laughter, disappointed taking over his features.

Y/N looked to Jon, smiling at the man’s reaction.

With silence falling upon the four once more they continued their journey.

They spent hours rowing. Days even before they got to their desired location.  Once they had arrived the group had accumulated more men. Beric Dondarrion, The Hound, and other members of the Brotherhood. All ready to face the whites.

The group walked for miles.

“We need to rest. Stop for a short while.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Jon’s words.

“Were beyond the wall. If we rest, we die.”

Jon grew agitated.

“Yeah. Of hyperthermia. We are stopping. That’s final.”

Of course, Y/N’s prediction was right. As once the group ceased moving, the whites emerged.

They had rowed. They had walked. And now they had run.

Narrowly escaping, Jon had ordered Gendry to run back to the Eastwatch. They needed Daenerys to know what they found. To know they were in danger.

They had successfully killed and caught one white. But now they were surrounded; swarmed by hundreds. With the breaking of the ice the only thing separating few whites from themselves.

Standing between Jon and Clegane, Y/N watched as a single white walked towards them, dragging his sword along the ice.

“Pick up your fucking sword, you cunt.” She shouted.

The men all turned to her, bewilderment across all their features.

She looked back in confusion.

“What? The sound goes right through me.”

As more whites began to approach, the men and woman took their stance; ready to fight.

As quick as lightning, the whites began to attack. Swinging her sword, she sliced through as many as she could. Trying to not get over powered. Throwing punches, kicks, and anything she could to kill as many as possible. But they were overpowered. For every member of their group, there was hundreds of whites. And not all of them had the Lord of Light lighting their swords on fire. They were greatly outnumbered.

Pushing her sword through the chest of a white, Y/N turned to the sound of Tormund screaming. Racing towards him as he was being buried by the undead creatures, much like Jorah, Y/N pulled her dagger out of its sheath. Stabbing those closest to Tormund with one hand, whilst using her sword to skewer many more surrounding them. Her actions gave enough time for Tormund to gain his footing. The pair standing back to back, decapitating those that came their way.

There was still too many.

Tormund could see that Jon and the others had climbed onto the raised rock in the middle of the frozen lake.

Turning around, he grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“Come on Commando, the Dragon Queen will kill me if you die by my side.”

Running with Tormund, Y/N continued to swing her sword.

“It’s Commander not commando, you fire child!”

Tormund’s boisterous laugh rips through the cold air.

“I know!”

The successfully arrived at the rock.

Standing next to Jon, they could all see that there was no chance of them winning.

Not until the piercing screech of a dragon was heard.

Out of nowhere, Viserion, Drogon and Rhaegal appeared through the sky. Daenerys instructing her dragons to burn the whites. Trying her hardest to save Jon, his men, and her love. The men watched in astonishment as fire flooded the ground below them. Y/N smiled at the Khaleesi’s abrupt appearance. She was always there when needed.

Landing one of Drogon near the group, Daenerys watched as Y/N helped the men climb on to Rhaegal. Viserion flying high in the sky, flames still pouring out the dragon’s mouth; drowning the whites. As Jon was about to climb onto Rhaegal, a white appears out of nowhere. Before it can reach the King of the North, Y/N raises her sword to block the attack. Pushing the white back as much as she could.  Until her vision catches that of the Night King.

Staring straight into her soul, she watches as the frozen man walks through the fire. He walked through the fire. He walked through the fire. He walked thr-

“Dany go now! GO NOW!”

Daenerys turned at the sound of her love’s panicked voice. Aiming her own gaze at where she was looking.

As Y/N continued to push whites back, Jon ran to help. Slaying those that she could not see.

Before Daenery’s could act on the woman’s words, fear struck her heart, as she watched the Night King pierce his spear through Viserion. The dragon’s body hurtling towards the frozen water. Blood falling through the sky like torrential rain.

Y/N’s body froze at the sight.

“Go.” She whispered.

Her voice grew louder.

“GO! GO! GO!”

Jon repeated the woman’s words. The pair turned to run towards the Khaleesi and her dragon.

Just before either could reach the group, a pair of whites appeared out of nowhere, hurtling into Jon. The force of their bodies causing the ice beneath them to break.

Y/N could do nothing as the ice below her began to crack, as so did the majority of which surrounded her. With the force of the stampeding whites hurtling her way, the ice below her feet split. With her last few moments above the water, Y/N caught the Khaleesi’s gaze. “Sōvegon!” (“Fly!”)

She screamed.

As she fell into the freeing depth below, Drogon and Rhaegel lifted towards the sky and away from the Frozen lake. Heading back to the Eastwatch.

Daenerys’ stared down at the broken ice. Her body just as frozen. Shock coursing through her system in waves. Her heart and mind wept, but her body did not.

Under the ice, Y/N tried to calm herself. She could already feel her lungs start to lose air. Her body drifting lower and lower into the water. She watched as Jon swam back to the surface, pulling his body back through the hole in the ice. Her own body refused to co-operate. Exhaustion and hypothermia already taking over. She had accepted her fate. For her death would be honourable. Dying to protect her Khaleesi. Her Mother of Dragons. Her Daenerys.

As her body sank lower and lower, she closed her eyes, succumbing to the darkness.

Her whole body ached. Her head pounded as though rocks had been smashed onto her skull.

Wait.

She had a headache. Y/N was alive.

Opening her eyes slowly, she blinked to clear her vision. Carefully scouring the room in which she laid, it felt familiar. Y/N quickly turned her head to the sound of a door opening and closing. Watching as a young man entered the room. He was dressed in northern clothing. A dark black cape, with light brown trimming sat across his shoulders. His matte black hair laying softly on his head.

Y/N had not realised she was lying in a bed until his arrival. Pushing herself to sit upwards, the man’s head rose at the unexpected noise. It seemed he had not realised she was awake.

“I’m sorry m’lady. I did not know you had awoken.”

She stared at the man. Her mind filled with questions.

“Who are you?”

The young man shuffled towards her, a tray of food and a glass of ale in his hands. He placed them onto the bed, taking a step away, he folded his hands in front of his body.

“My name is Podrick, m’lady.”

For some reason, her body told her to trust this man.

“Pull up a chair Podrick because I have a lot of questions and, you are going to answer them. No scoot on over here. Do you want some ale, not a big fan, to be completely honest with you?”

Podrick chuckled at the woman’s brash behaviour. Grabbing the empty chair, near the window adjacent to the bed, Podrick sat near the woman. As Y/N scoffed down the bread before her, she took a sip of the ale, passing the cup to Podrick to drink straight after.

Wiping the food from her mouth, Y/N wasn’t caring to be lady like. She was starving.

The pair sat in silence as Y/N ate the rest of the food. Drinking the last of the ale offered back by Podrick.

“Thank you, Pod.”

“You’re welcome m’lady.”

“Call me Y/N. I’m no rich woman.”

She smiled at the squire.

Pulling the blanket closer to her, she sat up straighter, ready to ask the questions she needed answering.

“How did I end up here?”

Podrick licked his lips as he fiddled with his hands.

“Were not certain. Lady Sansa was called to the ground a few days ago. The guards had found your body at the gates, unconscious but breathing. Lady Sansa rushed you into the chambers where you were kept warm and on rest.”

She nodded her head.

“The last thing I remember was falling into the ice, and then the face of a man. As blue as the cold, but he sounded like a Northener. I can’t remember anything after that.”

“How did you fall in the ice m’lady? I mean Y/N?”

Y/N looked towards Podrick. Her face turning sour.

“I was battling the Night King and his whites.”

Shock took over Podrick’s features.

“With Jon Snow and his men?”

The woman slowly nodded her head.

“He fell through the ice as well. I would be surprised if he is still alive. I am surprised I am.” She laughed.

Her laughter grew quieter as Podrick’s head began to shake. The look on his face turned her stomach queasy.

“Jon Snow is alive.”

Confusion fell over Y/N.

“How do you know that?”

Podrick gulped, fiddling with his hands once more, he answered Y/N’s question.

“He arrived earlier today with the Mother of Dragon’s.”

Y/N stared at Podrick as the words left his mouth.

Daenerys was here. She was in the castle.

Shuffling the cover’s off of her legs, Y/N sprung from the bed. Happy to see that she was in some form of clothing that covered her. She would question who dressed her later. But now she needed to get to her Khaleesi.

Seeing the woman’s frustration, Podrick pointed towards the table.

He turned around to give her privacy, keeping his eyes closed as she changed.

“Lady Sansa and Lady Arya left you some items on the table. You seemed similar in stature to Lady Arya. There should be some clothes, a cloak, and a sword. Lady Arya said you looked like a fighter.”

As Podrick was speaking, Y/N quickly got dressed, impressed at how the garments fit her perfectly.

At the sound of her sword being sheathed, Podrick turned around. Stunned at the sight before him. She looked ethereal. She looked powerful.

Y/N tied her hair in an intricate braid. Putting her hands to her sides, she looked at the squire.

“Lady Arya was right. I am a fighter.”

Podrick and Y/N smiled at the woman’s words.

“Now Pod, can you show me where the Khaleesi will be?”

“Of course, Y/N.”

He escorted her towards the door, closing it behind them.

The pair twist and turned down the corridors until they approach a large, heavy-set steel door.

Muffled voices could be heard as they approached.

“The Khaleesi is very important to you?” asked Podrick.

“Yes, and I would hope I am important to her as well.”

They stopped at the doors. The voices on the other side had become increasingly louder. She could hear loud chattering and disgruntled voices.

“Why is that?” Podrick questioned.

Y/N smiled, gesturing him to open the doors.

As the doors creaked open she spoke.

“Well, I am her wife.”

Ignoring the shocked appearance of Podrick she strolled into the hall, Podrick not far behind her.

The noise was still very loud. So loud they had not even heard the doors open and close.

She could hear the voice of a women/

“What do dragons eat anyway?”

Another replied.

“Whatever they want.”

Ah. There was her Daenerys.

Rolling her eyes, she tried to push through the crowds of lords; to no avail.

She looked at Podrick. Pulling out her sword, she laid the tip on the ground.

“Follow me and cover your ears, Pod. This sound will go right through you.”

He did as she instructed.

Y/N began to scrape the sword across the stone floor.

The arguing of the Lords ceased, only to be replaced by their groans of pain. For all covered their ears at the piercing noise, moving out of the way of its direction. Y/N’s path was now clear as she walked through the group of men, her sword still trailing behind her. The lords stepping out of the way, watching as she walked into the centre of the room; with Podrick close on her tale. Once she had arrived to the centre, she pulled her sword in front of her; ceasing the noise.

Silence embedded the room. Jon and the Khaleesi could not believe their eyes.

Y/N pointed at Jon. A smirk on her face.

“Told you the sound goes right through you.”

All eyes fell to the Khaleesi at the sound of her standing from her chair; the item toppling to the floor.

The pair stared at one another.

Daenerys slowly walked around the table, standing a few feet away from Y/N.

“How did you survive? Jon said he saw you drown?”

Y/N laughed at the Khaleesi’s words.

“I did. But some blue Northern bloke saved me.”

Jon knew she spoke of his uncle Benjen. For he had saved Jon as well. Y/N turned her gaze and body to Sansa. Kneeling down quickly, she arose soon after.

“Thank you, Lady Sansa for providing me warmth, shelter, food, and clothes. For not turning me away in my hour of need.”

Whilst Sansa held a grudge against Daenerys, she could not help a small smile appear at Y/N’s gratitude.

Daenerys watched the exchange.

Quickly looking towards Podrick, with the man still standing close behind her, she smiled.

“Thank you, Pod. You have been amazing help. I have made a friend for life in you.”

Podrick could not help but blush at her words. Moving towards the side, Podrick smiled back at the woman.

Finally turning back towards her queen, Y/N stepped forwards.

A serious expression took over Y/N’s face.

“I am sorry to have worried you. I should not have left Dragonstone. I should have stayed with you.”

Daenerys shook her head, stepping closer as well.

“No. You fulfilled your role as Commander of the Targaryen armies. And you fulfilled your promise of coming back to me.”

Y/N smiled.

“I always come back, don’t I?”

Daenerys rolled her eyes.

“Oh hush.”

Daenerys slammed her lips onto Y/N’s. Their last kiss being all those months ago, when she had sailed to fight the whites. Now she was back, in Daenerys’ arms, read to fight them once more.

The pair broke apart at the sound of the hollers of the lords.

Stepping away from the Khaleesi, Y/N turned towards the room, unsheathing her sword as a warning. Her glare piercing through many of them men. The room quietened once more. Turning back to her queen, she put away her sword.

The Stark siblings could not help but smile at the woman’s actions. Whilst Arya and Sansa held resentment towards the Queen, they could not help but admire the ferociousness of her partner. Jon was happy to see the woman alive. For he knew she would be an important asset towards the oncoming battle.

Winking at the Khaleesi, Y/N bowed towards Jon and Sansa, moving to stand by Podrick. He elbowed her side, making the woman laugh.

Daenerys smiled at the interaction. Moving back towards her seat, she sat down. The Khaleesi addressed the room.

“Time to prepare for war.”

A/N- I hope you enjoyed it @path-of-fire If anyone has anymore requests feel free to send.