#robb stark x gn reader

[scentedpepper]

Indignity

THEON GREJOY X GN! READER

Summary: Your reunion with Theon is violent with sorrow.

Content Warnings: detailed desc. of wounds/scars, detailed desc. of inhumane treatment & effects, deeply traumatized theon, ptsd, ramsay bolton

Other Pairings: Robb Stark x GN! Reader, Robb Stark x Theon Greyjoy, Lady Catelyn & Lord Stark mentioned, Yara mentioned

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Poorly edited, will return later

Some pretty graphic descriptions here so, pace yourself

Angst to comfort to more angst to more comfort?

Theons an emotional wreck, but so are you

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Dying in bed had to be one of the most luxurious ways a man could leave the world. The soft silk comfort against your body, a pillow so warm that your own bed could never hope to offer.

Dying, like you imagined Theon might if you ever let bastard Ramsay Snow capture him again, had to be ways away from anything one could consider luxury. For Theon, it would be in a cold cell of the Dreadfort, manacles keeping his malnourished hands together and biting into his wrists with every fruitless pull the man tried in his delirious, fever ridden thoughts.

Or something akin to that.

Snip.

It sounded harsher than the last and another dirtied curl fell to floor, this particular strand was so full of filth it'd turned as black as the leather boots that rested over the same patch of wood and which would never cease to remind you of the first time you met Theon.

How you'd ended up here. It was something you're sure he would question with time. After all, you were presumed dead.

Snip.

Even harsher, and this time you realized, Theon seemed to be breathing more rapidly than when you first began the process. Whether in nervousness over what could happen, the action itself, or having someone behind him in any circumstance, you were uncertain.

What you were certain of was how harsh the skin along his scalp and neck felt under your touch, calloused fingertips gently pushing him forward or turning his head side to side as you did your work. If Theon were a young child, surely you'd find amusement in trying to smooth his unruly hair flat, much to the protests of his attempts to wiggle away.

But Theon was not a child and this was certainly not a time for amusement.

He smelt worse than the slave quarters you slept in as a kid, a mixture of pungent body odors and the unwashed sheets and pillows that were usually laced about them. You wondered how Ramsay never seemed to notice the scent or how no one had suggested they bathe him before that point.

You supposed that was part of it though.

Snip.

Louder still and you swore even you felt the heat that Theon's flushed skin emanated at this point, cheeks appearing to bulge with the amount of effort it took for him not to let out a yelp of fear.

You noticed his twitching.

It was subtle, only for a moment before he recognized it in himself and was quick to steady his hands against his lap, fingers curling together as if locked in a prayer. You wondered if he even knew he was praying, if he recalled even an ounce of what Lady and Lord Stark had taught him all that time ago when he lived behind the walls that were supposed to feel more like home than anywhere else.

Like you?

Who were you kidding?

Snip.

"Theon, are you well?"

You had to ask because now he was beginning to quiver all over, faint gulps audible in the otherwise silent room. The wetness of his eyes visible when you looked over his shoulder, locking eyes with him as you forced a smile through the worry you felt tugging inside of you.

Gods, you'd almost forgotten the effect even the scissors in your hand could have on the man.

You set them down harsher than intended, and you watched as the man jumped, suppressing something beneath his next breath as his mouth clamped shut, jaw taught enough to make an artist jealous.

"Theon..." You started softly, softer than any other movements you had made. Softer than the way you'd heard his sister yell at him in the night as if any of it were his fault. Softer than anything he had heard in a while.

"Theon. " More solid this time as you moved to kneel in front of him, not an order but an allowance. You wanted to pull him close, grip his wrists and pry his hands apart until he was as physically open as he ought to have been by now, telling you everything with his words instead of his eyes or a nervous shaking.

And yet—still he squirmed.

It was all he could do before you placed your hands on his face, thumbs and index fingers curled under his chin as you tugged it back until you were met eye to eye, his frantic search for an escape, of acceptance, of anything—halted by a lock of focus only you could provide.

"Its alright. " You told the man and you found it was the only thing you could get out before you had to stifle your own woes. The sight of the prince of pyke, always one step ahead in self-proclaimed confidence and suaveness was now the nervous ghost of the boy you'd encountered countless years ago.

Theon seemed to have the opposite problem to you though, unable to break out of your hold, chest pushing forward in erratic breaths.

"It's alright, Theon. I am not going to hurt you. " You insisted, firm against the wavering tremor of his body and hands as he still tried to flee.

You could feel him giving in however, the tears becoming visible as your thumbs continued to work against the delicate skin of his cheeks, the warmth both comforting and worrying in equal parts to you.

"Theon Greyjoy..." You were caught in a loss, holding the Ironborn in your palms like the child you recall he once was, the broken shell of what he should have become as a man. Something now damaged beyond repair that seemed more real than ever before in this moment.

His eyes held a sorrow to them you could not comprehend, not even under the moonlight that shed it's truth. A truth so frightening that Theon, a man with skin much like that of leather, with muscle to match, was seemingly nothing more than a single gust of wind away from crumbling into a pile of bones right here and now.

"Reek. " The name escaped his lips, red and lively they might have seemed years earlier but with starvation and a lack of treatment, had become thin and chapped, a bloody sore present right beneath them on the left side.

"That is not your name. " You immediately demanded, harsher than before as you caught his head again, moving him to tilt upwards, to stare at you with something in his eyes beyond what he presented of himself.

"You are not that man anymore. You do not have to be. "

You moved closer, forehead pressed against his to share in the same breaths that managed to come out like half gasps. You could not help but stare down at the tears streaming off his face, hands wet with those spilled and dried from before.

"You are Theon, son of Balon, son of Pyke, Prince of the Iron Islands. I do not know what he did to you, but by the old gods and the new, he will not do it to you ever again. "

Theon could not look at you in this moment, head nestled slightly to the left. You wondered for a brief moment whether he was recalling memories, running his mind through everything you'd ever been through together. The day Lady Stark took you in as a servant, helping Robb in his training all the days since.

And there you were, here, now, together.

You hoped he was anyway.

Something came to mind then, he'd done so much in terms of his own struggles. Had suffered beyond anything you could imagine at the hands of someone who had looked you in the eye, took your hand in his, shared things of humor with you when the situation called and had tried to claim the loyalty of you even after you had fled his service.

He'd conquered Winterfell in his own way, but with Ramsay? The damage was plain to see, like the cracked shell of an egg that had seen too much heartbreak. The liquid within? To leave or enter with his own consent was near impossible.

Maybe you were thinking too much into it, but as you held him in place, all you could hope is that this would bring him a step closer to reclaiming who he once was.

"Look at me, Theon. "

Gentle once more as the man was prone to lashing out–or rather flinching back in fear. You rubbed soft, prodding circles along his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, trying to give him something akin to a peaceful smile as you saw his teary eyes open once more.

Gods, he looked so wrecked.

"All my hair..." He breathed, pained, hoarse, looking from where it scattered to the floor to your thighs, or was it your left forearm you noticed him stare at? You weren't sure you'd ever get used to his voice.

"Don't worry, Theon. " You said gently, using his real name as often as you could now. A name was an important thing. This man had enough things stolen from him, least you could offer him the honor of what he was born with. "It'll return. "

You'd never been a barber surgeon. A slave made servant made occasional sword weaver is never offered such luxuries. And yet, that didn't seem to matter to him. Though the sensation may have been overloading, Theon sat there silently.

And you rubbed your hands, albeit gently, against the newly groomed haircut he sported in the back of the room the two of you sat in. Fires lined the walls and flickering shadows danced through the dimly lit candle splay overhead, keeping things subdued.

You did not want to startle him, so you stayed like this until he decided he was ready.

"Do you like it?" You asked softly.

A slight nod, accompanied by a curious sound. You wanted to smile but it was dark and he had always found expression difficult, so you settled with letting him lead for now.

His hand reached up, slower than you were aware someone would dare be, gingerly drawing a palm over his head, stopping to move down the back of his head.

It was... Soft. That was what he told you, more so than the dirty, matted monstrosity you had seen him enter you room with. No pain, no flinching, just a plain acknowledgment that was both foreign and relieving to him.

"I did my best. " You replied softly, still holding him by the shoulder as his hand clutched onto your forearm, the grip a nervous tighten on occasion. You were careful to not to hold him too roughly, Theon was breakable and vulnerable and needed time, something you were there to offer him.

"So you like it?" You pushed gently, tilting his chin up once more, not quite able to hide the relief of seeing him smile as he did so, even if it was weak and struggling, it was a smile. He would thank you in a few moments after the initial shock faded, when he realized that he was already beginning to breathe somewhat normally again.

This was another one of those rare moments that reminded you both just how close the two of you had once been in years long past.

Back when Winterfell was bustling with activity, fires left unattended through the night and little mischief along the inner walls and battlements as you enjoyed youth together.

Well, that was when you and Robb Stark were not off trying to best eachother in daily squabbles, swords gleaming in the glimmer of moonlight as Lady Catelyn would chase the two of you all about the place... When Theon would pull his own tricks, which were always followed through with childish roars of laughter.

Those had always felt like good times and the world had seemed bigger.

And now, none of your childhood remained, just Theon and the husk of your once overconfident and arrogant friend.

"Thank you. "

You froze, mind whirling into a gear. Blinking yourself back into the present time, you realized he was tugging at your sleeve, eyes wide. For a moment, it looked as if you had plunged your hand into his chest, clutching at his beating heart.

How cruel of him to say.

To thank.

He'd expressed this same gratitude to you a handful of times now, and each time did as much damage to you as his broken body, lost hair and the various wounds that were inflicted into him.

"Do not thank me. " You said it each time in the same breath you found the air to survive in.

Though you could tell it sounded like nothing but a gentle scold to the fragile boy in front of you, the words were anything but. You found yourself angry, tears forming at the corners of your eyes and heat swelling your chest.

You brushed your hand through his hair to hide the quiver in your breath as it hitched, other set of fingers tugging him close in a momentary display of how it ought to feel. Theon ought to have family and loved ones around him right now, supporting him, but you knew he'd thrown it all away for a conquest that had landed him here. And you swore that if he had come to you in any other form, you would have punched him straight in the face for his loss.

"Thank you, " Theon uttered weakly, shakily. "For letting me stay here with you. For, for treating me the way you do..."

Stop.

You stilled in your actions, unable to continue without the risk of sobbing, choking him until he turned purple by gripping his collar too tightly, pressing him too hard against the warmth of your chest or slamming his face down into the floor in a less kind style.

Instead, you simply leaned in until your arms tightened around his shoulders, enveloping his entire body into your own.

"You do not have thank me. None of this is your fault. "

But as you took the time to calm your own nerves, all you could do was listen.

There was a moment of silence then, when he stopped breathing, when he no longer resisted and relaxed somewhat.

It had almost sounded like it was the first time in his life he'd felt... comfort. That perhaps the tenderness was the very opposite of pain and even as you brushed the longer strands of his hair that you hadnt quite got to yet, unclean of all the grime and filth throughout the days, you wondered how he had not melted against you then.

The man heaved.

This time, you could hear the sobs before he jerked against you, limbs pushing into your shirt and soaking the hem in salty tears, trembling hands trying their best to cling to you like a child might it's mother.

It made you want to heave yourself, sob until you could no longer breathe.

You brushed your thumb against his cheeks with intent, catching tears and smearing the dirty tracks they'd made, wanting the image of his face scrubbed from your mind until you saw only the beautiful man you'd left him as.

"It's okay, " you urged, lips pressing into the soft flesh of his temple, sliding down his face to follow the path made by tears.

"It's okay, you're alright. You're safe. It's alright. "

And Theon breathed out, like his lungs were collapsing, deflating until he was resting his full weight on you.

Theon had always been smaller than you but right now he was so unbelievably fragile it was enough to make you want to wrap him in bandages and carry him away in a blanket or something if it meant stopping anyone else from ever seeing him break.

"We are going to get through this. " You found the strength within you to vow then, never being as sure of a statement that had felt too weak when it was not accompanied by the deep throaty yells in a familiar voice.

You wondered if he even knew what he did to you in that moment.

"I will never let anyone harm you again. " You swore. "You have my word, I am here for you. Until the end of time. "

He nodded into your shoulder then, as if finally hearing the meaning of the words. Burying himself in as close as he could, it was then you realized you felt a firm hand clutching at the small of your back, almost tugging you towards him.

So it was your turn to hug him now, you thought lightly in contrast.

You had more to say, so many words and yet you were unsure of how he'd interpret them. Sometimes telling him he wasn't some filthy pet was easier than doing what was now your own desperate cling onto him.

Maybe it was because he looked like that with his tattered clothes, flimsy and so very breakable.

Maybe it was because in those instances you couldn't understand why in the seven hells anyone would be cruel enough to him in the first place.

Or maybe, your heart clenched then, Theon looked at you like you held his entire fucking universe in the palm of your hand.

You swallowed tightly as he let his head rest there, breaths having returned to normal, his shoulders moving with them as the two of you sat here and he settled again, the warmth of your neck radiating to his head.

"Lets get you cleaned up so you can sleep well tonight. "

You know it must've been a foreign sentence, and the way Theon looked at you, you were sure that fact was true. You watched as he parted from you again after a long few moments, and even he found himself shivering when he did so.

He nodded then, blinking a few times before gazing away, looking at the walls.

"Okay. "

You hesitated.

Theon trembled in his seat, struggling to sit still at you maneuvered his dirty clothing aside, the scissors clasped tight in your fingers as you started to snip away at what remnants of his hair still lingered.

You could feel him twitch and squirm underneath your gentle hold, even as you promised him you would not be doing the same as before, which had consisted of a lot more loudness.

"Relax..." You told him, waiting patiently for him to still in your hold again, but the thing with relaxation is that it takes time. His breath was picking up again as you removed the last layer, to reveal the various scars, of all different shapes and sizes along his body, back, stomach, as far as the eye could see.

Some more red than others, his shoulder displaying more pink scars as compared to the more prominent discolouration of one you didn't recognize before on his ankle. The more you stared the longer it seemed until you let out a hard breath, not realizing you were leaning rather close to the skin.

"Sorry. "

All you said and his eyes moved to meet yours again, finding an unusual trust in you, staring with the depths of his eyes, as deep as the sea.

"Can you remove your trousers? I'm off to fetch you new clothes but I shall return shortly. "

Theon froze at the request, nervous again and shifting to an uncomfortable air. That look of nervous anxiety returned.

"Does, does the bath.." He mumbled, trailing off immediately.

If he weren't such a frightened mess right now, you're sure Theon would've looked so, so stupid with the way he floundered. As was your resistance, the urge to tell him that there was absolutely nothing for him to fear and the least of that is a bath, lest he faint.

The gods willing you did not want to keep forcing him on though.

And he could not even blame you this time either, the stench coming off him was appalling.

Yet, he shifted, continously hesitant, wincing ever so often as if he'd been grabbed suddenly in some way and his entire back knotted in pain, tension holding him as he started to tense, fists balling into his knees in determination to say something.

"Theon.." You couldn't find the words to speak, as silent and as stuck as Theon as your eyebrows dipped in the middle and furrowed together at the top.

You had been told you had quite the expressive eyes, and you couldn't say you didn't believe it. What else would explain the small sound he let out as you blinked away your grief?

You did not want to believe the rumors had been correct.

Again, he shook and tensed.

He winced, shaking his head as his lips parted in pain. It was too soon.

"I can't. "

That was all the confirmation you had needed.

"It's okay. We will save it for another day. Remain in your small clothes for now, if it better suits you. "

The relief he breathed resigstered a tiny sound in his chest as he stared at you standing near the frame of the door, peering over with an unimaginable tenderness as you offered the familiarity of sight between the two of you. His bare chest was facing towards you, head turned halfway, giving you sidelong glimpse of his face before hiding himself all over again.

You couldn't hold back the frown this time, finding it to be far worse than you had been able to imagine on your own.

His shoulders were rounded downward, arms tucked in close by his sides, hands turned inwards to cross over his stomach like he had to keep himself from you and your worryingly intense gaze, trying to keep from shaking at the mere thought of letting anyone lay hands on him or touch him in even the smallest quantity.

You wondered if that was perhaps too oversimplified, how he'd reacted in times past with Ramsay and how helpless he probably felt on a daily occurrence.

"I'll fetch you some dry garments. "

And though Theon did not say anything in return, you know for certain he understood your tone as the creaking wooden door latched closed, the momentary relief washing through the man instantaneous. As if a brick had left his shoulders and the flood of pain exited with the crash back into reality.

You were already pulling out different clothing sets then. Ones of which could last him a number of days without seeming any need for unnecessary changing.

When you returned he had already situated himself in the warm, soothing waters of the bath, lying against the side of it with a deep seated exhaustion that was sure to hinder him in some way or another the next morning.

Pushing your way through the heat of the room, you placed the neatly folded clothing down onto the ledge by the edge and moved over, resting your arms near his own, both of which were folded and shielding part of his naked face.

He startled then, having not quite noticed your presence beside him, so you brushed aside strands of hair, humming softly.

"Your towel is here, too. " You told him, voice quiet.

He gave a meek little nod, still looking rather like a mangy pup.

You gave him a rub on the shoulder as you begin to move away from him again, feeling the thick bumps of scars brushing under your gentle touch, an ache so deep running through you that it had seemed to freeze your breath solid in your throat. But by then, he'd already squeezed his eyes shut, forehead scrunching for a second as he took his time breathing, mouth still locked from the tense expression.

Every one of your senses felt strung tightly, fingers squeezing at the air between you and that still too-tense body in front of you.

Your fingers hesitated to delatch from him, but you eventually brought yourself to.

"Very well then, I'll be back with... with food in a little bit. "

Theon let out a little noise this time, one which you doubt was meant to make the sound it made. And when he felt your hands move away from him once again he lunged out, eyes and mouth agape with a pitiful cry.

"Wait!" He sounded angry, desperate as his fingers tightened. "Don't leave me alone again. I-I need a moment. "

With the hold he had on your clothes he almost jerked you into the tub. Except, as much weight as he might have once possessed, none remained there now.

You gaped at him for a moment, at a loss for words.

Was the day to reveal just how guilty he made you feel here after all, you wondered silently.

For there was no denying what you had become to him or he to you, especially here and now.

"Do not fret. " You said gently, kneeling until both your knees were on the ground and Theon now had the opportunity to look down at you.

Even those eyes were wide and afraid, shimmering with uncertainty.

"I will stay here as long as you'd like. "

He shivered for a moment, though neither of you really knew if it had been at your words or not, his muscles tensing before he finally released his grasp on you, body relaxing the slightest it could.

When your hand reached for the untouched sponge, his eyes darted over at the momentary loss of touch, to ensure you were still there, and his hand lingered before returning to the heat of the water, fingertips drawing whirls within the ripples.

You swallowed, glancing over to see if he would give any objection, the cloth already full of suds from the soap you'd dumped into the water earlier. And as you look at the scarred skin around his neck and head, the broken veins of blood beneath, you shivered.

"Will this be okay?" Your breath wafted against his neck and the water from the sponge dripped down your fingers and ran to your elbow, the warmth of it almost stinging before you became adjusted to its touch.

He opened his eyes then, not even aware they were closed, and hummed.

"Yes. Please. "

Hearing the approval, you placed the sponge on his shoulder, dripping little white bubbles and beads of soap down his skin as you took note of his visible tensing again, legs still crossed at the knees as the water sloshed.

Only after you started scrubbing did he let himself loosen, breathing so steadily you almost found yourself doing the same in unison. But at that time, you were too focused on him. Giving his face the occasional glance to make sure he was okay.

On instinct, he drew his shoulders back, clenching his teeth in anticipation for your touch on his arms before releasing. His eyes are lowered, half-closed, and it was difficult to tell if he was nodding off.

"Theon, tell me if you find discomfort in this. It's important. "

He nodded briefly and hummed again.

"Okay. "

You moved from his arm back to his shoulder, moving upwards to the tenderness of his neck where his face turns his head away from you, and you brush the hairs aside to continue, trying your best to give him some relief as you washed behind his ears, in every crevice that he would allow.

You had to change the water twice before you could began at his hair.

By the time you reach the base of his neck for the second time, he has his eyes nearly shut, hair drenched as your fingers rub soothingly across his scalp with soap, massaging tenderly and applying just the right pressure, you want to see for yourself that you can in fact turn the corners of his lips upwards and leave them there.

"There. "

His skin was clean of any dried grease, blood, sweat, tears, any proof that he had spent a time too long so untrusted and ironically dependent that his own body felt alien to him. And the soap you'd used had worked to his own scent and filled the room with a unique aroma so that even your own lips drew upwards as you sat there with him.

His hair looked beautiful, almost reminiscent of who he once had been and would be someday again. Your chest tightened with love and adoration so passionate it kept the room tinted ever so faintly.

His head snapped up, finally back to consciousness now, although whether he had been falling asleep in the beginning, he did not quite remember.

You're not sure which were wetter anymore, his eyes or the towel used to dry him off.

He inhaled deeply as you stepped back, now in the shirt you had brought him, his voice coming from deep within him as he spoke his thanks to you.

Sputtering slightly, he was immediately all too eager to tell you everything that was on his mind, most of which you found no difficulty in attempting to listen to.

"Ah, gods...I, It feels so..."

And as his expression grew distant he lost himself in thought, likely already soaking in the hot waters yet again as if he couldn't believe he had the privilege of ever doing something like that in the first place.

Your eyes gleamed, so glad to see the spark of life in his once more.

When you led him to his bedroom his eyes were faraway as he stared between the ground and the matress before falling into the sheets with a gasp. The realization that this was finally happening and he could finally sleep returned to him suddenly and all at once.

Albeit a bit sooner than you had anticipated, one could not forget to indulge him as was meant before bedtime, though if anything it only seemed to keep him excited longer.

"What would you like me to get for you?"

His eyes snapped over to yours, so dark despite their color, begging you to close the space between the two of you on the bed and as he gazed at you sitting on the end, he swore his breath had left his lungs all over again.

"Are you hungry?"

You prompted again when it became obvious he had no real intentions of answering. It seemed to break whatever trance the man had been under because his tongue left the roof of his mouth as he swallowed and gave another little nod.

"I shall fetch you some leftovers then. "

Before you could stand, he grabbed your wrist, fingers holding with a gentleness he hadn't held in years and nor did you want to let go of, his grip merely tugging you in place.

As your heart jolted in your chest, so did his—fearful, hopeful. Both too scared to act.

So you hesitantly put your own hand atop his, drawing forth your other and pushing gently.

"I shall retun shortly. "

Another nod of reassurance followed and if that was enough to silence him for the moment, you did not mind.

In the kitchen you found some fruit had been left on the counter by Yara so you plucked it and begin to heat a simple meal atop the small fireplace, allowing it to simmer as you left to find some other assortment of delicious meats and grains to provide your prince with, or even a serving of oatmeal if not, so that his meal could be as filling as it possibly could.

When you return though, tray in hand as you stepped lightly up the stairs, you find that Theon has fallen to sleep. In his arms he holds tightly onto a nearby pillow, fingers digging and wrapped into the fabric with the bedding ruffled a little bit, a pang of fondness rushing through you at the sight of it.

It all seemed so absurd, even in the beginning of your days a servant.

You placed the tray atop the dresser, approaching his side once again, finding he had hardly shifted or moved the entire time you'd gone, though you weren't exactly expecting him to.

Your fingers, you remember, must have been icy cold as you reach a hand to brush against him, pushing his hair aside.

Theon awakens at the slight movement, still so nervous, and now with a certain drowsiness coating him, you pressed your lips together as his face scrunched and the corners of his eyes seemed to twitch with an anxious tension.

"Apologies. " You pulled your hand away at once. "I did not mean to disturb you. "

He shook his head, seemingly wanting to raise his hand before remembering where he was.

"No. I don't mind. " He croaked out, voice hoarse and raw with all his unanswered yearnings.

You looked at him curiously.

"Are you weary? I have dinner prepared for you. "

He smiled, something soft in his expression, breath catching in his throat as his head sunk back into the pillow, not quite comprehending why in the seven hell's his chest had started to burn.

You quickly filled the space.

"Would you like it now?"

He shook his head at you, feeling his face heat and flush slightly as you pushed his hair to the side again, thumb brushing his skin, still so soft and undeniably kind, the touch alone triggering some previously unknown memory to emerge inside of him.

"Later then. " You reaffirmed, giving his hair a little pat as the bed creaked beneath your shifting body, the matress now taking to the weight of you after having sat empty for so long. It wasn't exactly comfortable and not that large and not made for a pair of two, much less for a Queen or King of which had their own personal servants and attendants, but for Theon, you had made do.

He seemed to sense it too, tense a bit, though when you glanced over at him, his mouth was nearly agape as he stared at you, eyes shimmering.

His eyebrows did that strange sort of dip, eyes drawing smaller as his face morphed into something of uneasiness, lips parted but mouth shut completely as he inhaled a gentle breath and blew air outwards.

You blinked just as gently at him and it took only that for him to reach to you again, fingers trembling on your wrist.

He tried to swallow then, lips parting, before closing, a question already at the edge of his lips though he'd never ask, for it seemed the world was too cruel, even with his Lord Sister and closest companion so near him and within grasp of his own self.

With a slow motion, you turned your body closer, reaching to clasp his shaking wrist. The blankets were warm and still smelled faintly of fresh rainwater, having been cleanened prior to the Prince's arrival. And as the wind continued to howl against the shutters, you thought it was better to take extra blankets.

"Theon, what do you need?"

"Will- I just want to-" He trailed off abruptly, not knowing the words to use or what to even say at the very beginning.

And though you tried your best to hide it, the pity of your expression was never lost from view. And that sight set him off into a silent sob as his eyes watered in disgust and he turned his face into the sheets and had to be torn away from the dampened material or risk fusing to it altogether, face stained and hidden as you tried to push his hands away from him.

His whimpers grow more frequent and you frown, pulling him closer to rest on your chest, or well, the best he could. You could feel his entire body going through tremors as he breathes and nuzzled his face against you.

"Theon, please. Tell me how I can assist you. "

It takes a moment, with his fists squeezing hard and nose all wrinkled up before the dam finally bursts entirely open and floods his eyes with tears, mouth open as he gasps for air.

He was hiccuping before you could begin to address what it was that had upset him so much and just as you wrapped him in your arms, he seemed to shatter entirely, the turmoil evident. A wail clawed its way through his chest, overshadowing any sound that he had made before, until he finally started blubbering a string of unintelligible nonsense through those sobs.

"Shh, shh. I'm here. " Your fingers were almost immediately threading through the wet tangles of his scalp, allowing him to take his time to sob and cry and all that in between. "I've got you."

You repeated the soft shushing continously, soothingly along his ear, making slow strokes down his spine. The tears had begun to dampen your shirt and as best you could, you drew his quivering form tightly to you.

You held him like this until he quieted, at which point his eyes had already grown red and puffy, and you wondered absently if it was even worth trying to get him to eat now, as he still leaned over your shoulders so painfully, his breathing almost as broken as his mind, so afraid as he hiccuped in place of a lively heart beat.

You held him like this until his chest gained a rhythm no longer akin to a child frightened of shadows outside their bed, and whenever you met his gaze, as if only for a few precious second, the brokenness his eyes bore was enough to pull tears from you when he looked away, laying his head to rest.

You held him like this until his body temperature dropped and the quietest of snores elicited from his scarred face, and even as the stars and moon moved and the sun replaced them once more did you hold him there in your embrace.

You held him like this until you too fell to sleep, breaths mingling in comfort and a scent so soft and lulling with its beauty and simplicity.

[yupyor]

White roses And Red lilies

Summary- It was Valentine's Day. Robb hated Valentine's Day. The excessive amounts of pink and red decoration that would litter the streets were just a sore reminder of his lack of control on his life—particularly in the love department. A result of his mother's endless critiques and demanding criteria pertaining to his spouse. That was 2 years ago, before he tripped over you and so graciously ruined his mother's bouquet of flowers.

I didn't proofread this, so sorry for any errors or anything off. I was binge listening to Laufey and Taylor while writing this so if one second thing go from sad to happy, or them being normal to suddenly flirting that's why, LOL

P.S - This was originally planned for Male readers, but I think I forgot to bring up any pronouns whatsoever, so GN...?

Your steps were fast, the gesture of love Lord Stark had sent you from the fields with for his Lady nestled precariously between your pricked fingers and your upper-chest. One wrong move, and you swear that the thick bouquet of flowers would go splattering against the castle grounds along with you. It was a mixture between freshly picked white roses and bloodred lilies.

It felt honorable at first, being bestowed upon the task to deliver something filled with so much love. Though that was before your legs were threatening to give out beneath you. Now, you couldn't help looking at the copious amount of flowers as a burden, especially since the trek down the hill your group had scavenge over in search for the flowers had worn you out considerably. It didn't help that you could hardly see where you were going either, relying entirely on muscle memory and taking in stuff from the peripheral of your vision.

You take note of the bend in your path up ahead and tighten your hold on the base of the bouquet, motioning into the curve on your right only to go stumbling back into the one on the left, tripping over your unsteady feet and sending more than a dozen pricked flowers soaring through the air.

You groan. You were on the ground—the only one on the ground. The person before you had managed to keep themselves upright despite the abrupt collision.

You see a cheeky smile and quickly after hear several rushed apologies. Though, that all goes to the back of your mind at the realization of who you bumped into.

Standing tall at a staggering height of 5'10 is the first heir of Eddard Stark, his charming blue eyes surveying the mess he had a direct hand in causing before him.

You rush to your knees, spluttering a string of more than likely incomprehensible condolences as you recklessly grabbed at the laying roses. "I am terribly sorry! I was not watching where I was going!"

He chuckled, stooping down to your level before resting beside you, reaching for a few of his own. "Can't say either was I."

"Still i-"

"It's okay," He drawled, "truly."

It was then that you acknowledged the resting distance between the two of you, your pulse elevating at the revelation.

He was close.

So close that you could feel his body's dispelling heat.

Robb smiled. "A lot of admirers, I assume? Can't's say they'll be happy with what I've done to their gestures of affection."

You cringe. "No, actually." You could never. "It is your mother's."

The grimace that had befallen him was more than just sudden, the rate his soft smile dropped sending you reeling. "Is that so... I'm going to get chewed out for this then."

"Only if I tell."

....

You didn't mean that. The words had ripped themselves out of you before you could even comprehend what your mouth had planned to say—and once again, before you could thoroughly think of it, you abruptly turn to your left, facing him directly as you blaringly clarified, "I didn't mean that!"

Though all you got in return was a smirk. "A joke. I know"

That had you smiling, your eyes unconsciously interlocking with his. It hadn't dawned on you that what you were doing was highly incorporate, swallowed whole by the moment.

Robb blinks, and you can't help the flutter within you at the bat of his lashes, only daring to rip your eyes away when he stands up with a handful of flowers and reaches the other out to you.

"I am- I have to..." He pauses, the charged silence between you no doubt having to do with it. "Do you maybe want some help carrying this to my her?"

🖤----------------------------- The End -----------------------------🖤

Robb was kneeling before you, his right hand bent behind his back with a wide, proud grin on his face. "It's Valentine's Day."

"... I know."

"And I got something for you." He outstretched his hand.

"... Yes?" You were laughing now, both the nerves and absurdity of the moment getting to you

"It's your flowers!"

Silence. "... Mines?"

"Yours."

It was a bouquet, but it was not the size that had you marveling at it, giddily smiling to yourself. It was a mix—and there were only two kinds of flowers in it.

White roses and Red lilies.

His mothers. The same set you were struggling to navigate the castle halls with when he had practically trampled over you.

"I know, I know," He rolled his eyes. "It only took 2 years... Best gift?"

".... Best gift." You replied, not missing the way his shoulders sagged in relief.

"I'd hope so, because now I'm all bloody." He paused, hugging you from behind as you continue to marvel at the blooms. "Did you know my father had trekked well beyond 2 hills looking for those. Of course, I upstaged him, but still. The things people do for love."

You turn in his grasp, setting the bouquet of flowers aside before leaning into his hold.

"I ought to think I deserve a gift."

You note the way his left brow quirks at the mention of the gift part. "...A kiss, maybe?"

🖤----------------------------- The End -----------------------------🖤

I'll leave what they do after that up to you guys.

[dipperscavern]

THE BET - JON SNOW

pairing: jon snow x gn!reader, 4.2k words

synopsis: you’ve made a bet with jon snow — now begs the question, who will come out on top?

authors note: i heard the call for jon snow content, and this idea came to me in the middle of the night wearing dobby the elfs tea cozy. enjoy! <3 [ @eldrith ]

jon snow never considered himself a betting man.

he never considered himself a blushing one, either — or a swooning one. until he met you.

you bring out the best in him, it’s true. but you also (somehow) bring to light his playful side, the one he thought he left behind in winterfell; along with the games he, robb, and theon used to play, the peace of the godswood, the smell of the kitchens wafting through the corridors (stick them with the pointy end).

he had left it all at winterfell on purpose. he needed to shed jon, shed the princely stark-ness he’d grown up with (though he’d never consider himself a real one), and replace it with the black he adorned on his shoulders. ever since he knelt before the weirwood, swearing vows in the sight of the old gods, he was no longer boy — but man. and with that, he left the boyish attributes, replacing them by those of men. warriors. or, at least, he’d like to believe.

partaking in bets was one of the most boyish things he could do, but truly, he could not chide himself for it if he tried. it involves you — it involves making you smile. and that, he will never register as a thing needing scolding, even if it’s only internally.

it was painfully obvious to you and jon the way samwell tarly looked at gilly, daughter of the devil. you would know, it’s how you and jon spend your time looking at one another. sam is head over heels for gilly, always helping her to the best of his abilities, advocating for her, looking at her as if she hung the stars and the moon… yes, samwell tarly was smitten.

you and jon both knew gilly was taken with sam. gilly knew she was taken with sam. the only one who didn’t know gilly was taken with sam, was sam himself.

you and jon are rather protective over sam and gilly both, so while you’d kill and die for them, you’ve left their feelings to be sorted out themselves. of course, you give advice when asked, and perhaps give one a nudge in the right direction on occasion, but is it really meddling if it’s for a good cause?

the true reason sam had kept his feelings to himself so far, was an extremely sweet one. he didn’t want gilly to think he was just using her, or didn’t genuinely care for her. he didn’t want her to be able to look at him and see her father. well, that, and he was shy — but that was one of the things you and jon liked about sam. it somehow made him sweeter.

either way, even with his profound saint-like mindset, you could tell sam was getting closer to telling gilly how he really felt. you saw the way he would open his mouth to say something, how gilly would give him her full attention, then how he’d shrink back down, letting his nerves get the best of him.

sam only grew more frustrated as time went on (never with gilly, only himself). when asked, sam would stumble out something like-

“Gilly — oh, right, she’s um — she’s great...” with a defeated look in his eye, leaving before you could ask further.

staring at her (more than usual), never being able to fully concentrate when she was near. he’d always start to approach her, then let his nerves steer him in the other direction. gilly was now all sam could think about, it being the only topic of conversation jon could coax out of him. sure, it began to drive jon fairly mad, but it was better than the grumbling silence you’d endured at the start of his romantic-turmoil. samwell tarly was nearing the edge of insanity, and you & jon could both tell it wouldn’t be long yet. so, naturally, you’d made a bet.

“You know, I think Sam’s really gonna do it.”

your voice cut through the silence as you and jon cleaned up the mess hall. right now, you were looking out a window, watching sam and gilly have a conversation. sam was fidgeting, the way he always does when he’s nervous.

“You must not know him very well, then.” jon says. you turn to give jon an exasperated look, barely concealing the roll of your eyes. he looks up at you, and you see the upward quirk of his lips that tells you he finds this — the joint disagreeing — truly enjoying.

“I mean it,” you say, touching your tongue to the roof of your mouth, turning back to resume observing them. as gilly and sam share a smile, a noise akin to one you’d make seeing a small puppy rises from the back of your throat, voice softening. “Awh— Jon, look at them.”

this does the trick of grabbing jon’s attention, and he stops his table-scrubbing to come join you at the window. he shakes his head, exhaling through his nose. “It’ll never happen,” he says.

“Gods, Snow,” the use of his surname in place of your usual (honey-dripping) ‘jon’ has his head snapping to you. “I didn’t take you for faithless.”

the chuckle jon lets slip has shivers crawling up your spine. you choose to ignore it. “I only mean,” he says, re-wetting his scrub brush. “that Sam is one to take it slow.” you turn to give him a look that has him backtracking.

“Slower than he has been,” he clarifies. he looks to you, and takes your lack of response as acceptance, moving to resume his table-scrubbing. you resume as well, and a few seconds pass before you stop, looking at jon with newfound defiance.

“No— your absence of faith does not deter me,” you say, pointing an accusing finger at jon. he bites back his smile at how cute you look in your retaliation. “Sam’s going to do it, I know this.”

jon takes the bait, setting down his scrub brush, leaning both hands against the table. “Alright, and I know he won’t.”

you scoff at his stubbornness. “He’ll approach her by the next moon’s turn.” you don’t give sam much time, the next moons turn being only a week away. you don’t give it any thought.

jon raises his brows. “And if he doesn’t?”

“Then you win.” you say, lightly shrugging. “Aye, I would. What would I get in return?” he asks, unrelenting. you search for something worthy to offer, but come up short. he fills in the gaps for you.

“Whatever I want?”

you nod. you usually wouldn’t put such a promise in a man of the nights watches hands, most being criminals & rapists, but it’s not just anyone you’re trusting. it’s jon. he’s safe.

“You’re on, Snow.” you say, returning to your table-scrubbing without further word than that. jon ignores the butterflies in his stomach, and attempts to scrub them away on the hard wood of the worn-out oak table.

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

over the next week, you’re starting to become faithless; it seems the gods have abandoned you.

you thought his frustration would boil over, giving him the confidence he needed to confess, but yet again, samwell tarly has exceeded expectations in the department of pining.

jon silently relishes in his oncoming victory, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him so — prone to smiling. whenever he sees you, he bites the inside of his cheek (or his tongue), in every effort to conceal the massive grin that threatens to erupt on his face. this only makes you grumble, and edds told you if you don’t stop rolling your eyes so much they’ll get stuck like that.

sam has peeled away from everything entirely, it seems. keeping his head down, only speaking when spoken to, always looking like he has something on his mind. he’s like this with everyone, jon, gilly, and you included. the nights watch is feeling the absence of their usual beam of light, and edds proclaimed if you, jon, and gilly aren’t being spoken to, then they all should keep an eye out for wildlings flying over the wall until further notice.

now, when you and jon see each other, it’s more silent than ever. you know if he opens his mouth it’ll be boasting proclamations of onset victory, and you can’t say if that happens you won’t put your hands on him. he seems to know this too, smart enough to keep to himself and not press your buttons. somehow this only frustrates you more. maybe if jon was more insufferable, you’d have a harder time loving him.

even with your own romantic dilemma, the main thing on your mind is sam, and the stupid bet you shouldn’t have made in the first place. you’ve tried leaving sam alone, forgetting about it entirely, praying, and even giving him a nudge in the right direction. making sure jon wasn’t near, then asking about his day, and after, about gilly — but iif you ask about gilly, you get the same record on repeat.

“What? Oh, Gilly, yeah… yeah she’s great. Working with Maester Aemon ‘nd… she’s great, really.” he’d say, fiddling with his hands, gaze trapped on the floor (or, if gilly was in the vicinity, on her).

your gaze would soften, but even you aren’t enough this time. “Sam, look, maybe you should—“

“Oh— I’ve got to go, I’m late for my meeting with Jon. Bye.. bye then!” he’d call, walking quickly in the other direction (not toward jon’s chambers), and as he walks away, you could almost see victory leaving with him.

by the end of the week, you and sam are in the same boat emotionally. jon thinks if you scrub the tables any harder you’ll break the wood, and this time, he doesn’t refrain from mentioning it.

“Careful.”

he means it in (half) good faith, but you glare at him all the same. and you see the shift in his tongue that means he’s biting down on it to stop his smile from appearing. you roll your eyes, and the image of edds face appears in your head as you do so.

you scrub angrily for the next few minutes, until you can’t bear it anymore.

“I can’t believe it. I actually can’t believe it, Jon.”

he glances up at you, a raise of his brows appearing as he speaks. “Who’s faithless now?”

“Don’t. You and I both know he was near to burst a week ago.” you say, crossing your arms and looking out the same window you did the night a bet was made.

jon makes a noise of disagreement, but (intelligently) doesn’t press any further.

“I just don’t get it. How can — how can you be so,” you look for the right wording, emotion punctuating your sentences. “so in love with someone without telling them?”

jon momentarily stops scrubbing, entire body pausing at your words. luckily for him, you’re too caught up with sam to notice. jon gets it.

“He doesn’t want to ruin what they have.” he says, and if you weren’t so frustrated, you’d pick up on the tone that says he isn’t just talking about sam and gilly. you come to sit at the bench of the table hes working on, and jon notices the color of your eyes bathed in the light exuding from the window.

“Right, but—“ you sigh, trying to string your thoughts together. “but they could have more. Isn’t it worth the risk, than to spend your time only being that? Always dancing on the edge of more?”

the sincerity jon can see in your eyes only makes his heart race, but it also makes him reflect on your relationship. jon’s in love with you, that much is easy to pinpoint, but do you love him? would you allow his tainted hands to sully you, if given the opportunity? jon’s gaze flickers to your lips, and returns back to your eyes.

though quick, in the silence, you notice it. you take pity, leaning back to allow jon his personal space (that you hadn’t even registered invading) back. he only wishes you’d return, even closer this time.

but he doesn’t say that. among all the things unspoken…

“Sam doesn’t think it worth the risk.” he decides, and he can see the gears turning in your head. he returns to light scrubbing to give you time to string your thoughts together. you don’t like speaking without correlation (the first thing jon learned about you).

a few seconds pass before you speak, and your voice is quieter than its usual volume. “Do you think it worth the risk?”

jon’s silence only prompts you to make the question clearer. “If you had the opportunity, would you risk it?”

would he? would he speak your name, of the devotion he harbors for you? he could take the risk, but what’s the rush? jon’s never considered his time with you limited. he shrugs.

“It depends,” he says. “On the person.. how long I have. Some are content where they stand.”

you nod, but he can tell that’s not the answer you were looking for. “I think so,” he adds as an afterthought. you seem content with it, and brush his knuckles in passing as you return to your own table. it makes his heart jump.

jon would think it accidental if he didn’t know you so well.

ʚ‎‏ ͜ ̩͙ ︵ ̩͙ ୨ ♡ ୧ ̩͙ ‏︵ ̩͙ ͜ ɞ

you think you could smell jon’s amusement from anywhere you stand in castle black.

the moon turns tonight, and sam seems no closer now than he was a week ago. the jest is on you for putting faith in the confidence of cowards.

you’re perfectly content to avoid jon for the entirety of the day, and even worse, he seems content to let you. you meet each others eyes in passing, and while your gaze is defeated, his is only cloaked with half-amused sympathy (accompanied by that smile he adorns only when he’s with you). if you looked closer, you don’t doubt you could find some arrogance in there, but you’re too busy being a sore loser to try. it doesn’t occur to you that jon hates not seeing you achieve, even if it’s only a bet. one that’s in his favor.

the nights watch had decided to celebrate the moons turning with drinks after supper tonight. usually, the moon isn’t any topic worthy of celebration, but things have been unusually quiet in castle black lately. as far as white walkers and wildlings go, that is. why not have a little fun?

the mess hall is warm, bustling with the combined voices of black brothers. bellies are full, and the ale in everyone’s cup allows for a lighthearted atmosphere. you’ve decided to put the bet on a back burner, a simmering problem to deal with tomorrow. you’re warm & fuzzy, looser with your tongue than usual; although you can’t help wincing whenever someone drops food or creates a new stain on the tables.

you forego avoiding jon, and not just because you naturally gravitate toward him when drinking ale. he’s more than eager to keep you by his side, not fully trusting anyone in the room with you incapacitated (maybe edd on blood moons).

much to your dismay, there’s been no sign of samwell tarly. he had vacated the premises after everyone was done supping, and before the ale had been poured. everyone noticed; of course they did. sam was alike to the glue that held much together. sure, he was cowardly, and occasionally frustrating, but sam was the voice of reason. and everyone was starting to feel the weight of his absence.

bet or not, you think after tonight you might have to seriously intervene in your friends love life. you hate to see him like this, dejected and hopeless…. maybe you have a better chance of guiding gilly than sam. in the midst of your thoughts, you glance out the window noticing the sun setting. and with it, goes any hope you had at victory.

jon’s gaze follows yours, and recognizes your defeat with you. but still, ever the gentleman, he doesn’t mention it; only allowing a small upward tug to play on his lips. you return it, momentarily leaning into jon in a silent acknowledgment, before getting roped into grenns white-walker conspiracy theory.

the hours pass easily, greatly enjoying the boisterous atmosphere, the ale making you warm & floaty. you find it harder to keep your eyes off jon as the night goes on, and you almost internally chide yourself for it; until you recognize that every time you’ve stolen a glance at jon, he’s already been looking at you.

eventually, it gets late, and you want to turn in. the only reason jon’s been here so long is you anyways, so when he says his goodbyes along with you, silently following you out, you don’t pay it any mind. your tipsy brain clouds your judgement, and you wrap a hand around his bicep, the muscle underneath making you feel fuzzy.

jon only glances down to where you meet, afraid if he looks too long, you’ll get shy and pull away. and he really, really doesn’t want you to pull away.

you walk in silence until a thought occurs to you. you decide to push aside your pride and propriety, letting instead curiosity steer your tongue.

“So, Snow,” you begin, and he hums, propping you to go on. “Since you’ve won, what’ll it be?”

it seems that the ale isn’t just affecting you, because the question makes jon smile almost too easily. you want to see more of it, so you continue.

“A handshake… the clothes off my back… my soul…” you remark, and it gets you just want you wanted — jon shakes his head, smile not leaving his face.

“Not here,” he says, and he steers you both in the direction of the wall. what jon could possibly want that would need the privacy of the wall, you’re unsure (no you aren’t).

the walk there is quiet, the only sound being the wind flapping your coats. it only makes you more aware of the warmth emanating from jon, and you both pretend you don’t lean into each other. you only remove your hand from him as you approach the box, and he puts a hand on the small of your back to usher you in front of him. if jon would do so without the added ale is a thing that you question for only a moment, as the creaking of the box signals it’s begun ascent.

now you really are curious as to what jon could want. he’s an honorable man… does he need a secret kept? a new cloak? or does he just wish for a conversation in the solaced privacy of the wall?

the ride up feels shorter than usual, but you’re not sure what to blame it on. it’s a strange feeling, your nerves on fire, yet the ale douses it to a low buzz. you partially blame jon, always forgetting yourself when he’s present. how you ever hope to confront your feelings is beyond you.

when you step out, jon offers his arm this time, and you gladly accept it. perhaps you’re not the only one who finds comfort in the action.

you begin your walk, and based on the route, you think he’s taking you both to your favorite place. a quiet indent in the wall, close enough to not be a far walk, but long enough to get away from prying eyes and listening ears. it has a small wall of ice that acts as a (sort of) guard-rail, coming to the waist — but the rest is left open, the expanse of woods beyond the wall available to be gazed upon.

the quiet is comfortable, as it always is with jon. you have much on the tip of your tongue, but give him the courtesy of speaking first.

it’s not long before you’re approaching your little sanctuary; scattered black brothers are guarding the expanse of the wall behind you, and in front of you, but none linger around this area. the thought remains in the back of your mind as you make the turn, walking into the indent, the view beyond it making your breath hitch.

you remove your hand from jon’s arm, instead splaying it across the waist-high-iced-guard-rail. it’s freezing, even under your gloved hand, yet it’s a welcome respite from the way jon sets your nerves alight, turning your skin to fire. patience is hard, yet you wait for him to speak.

“What you said,” he begins. “about taking the risk,”

you turn to look at him, but this time, he doesn’t meet your eyes. his tongue darts out to wet his lip, the way it does when he’s nervous. what could jon have to be nervous about?

“It made me think…”

whatever jon was going to say, you’re not sure you’ll ever know, because rapidly approaching footsteps have the words dying on his tongue — looking behind you both. who is running down the wall at this hour? and why?

a figure appears, out of breath and panting. sam.

“I looked for you! In the— in the mess hall, but— Grenn and Edd said you weren’t there, said you’d left,” you and jon must look as confused as you are, since when did sam run?

a grin erupts on sam’s face as he gets past his introduction. “I did it! I really did it!”

“Did what?” jon prompts, but you think he already knows.

“Gilly!” sam says, and you can feel your brows instantly un-crease themselves. “Well, I— you know, I was nervous. Didn’t want to ruin what we had or, or what she thought of me but.. I just sort of— went up to her and did it! I can’t believe she said yes…” he says, wistfully looking to the sky with a smile on his face, like he can’t believe the gods allowed it to happen, either. you wore one of your own, bathing in jon’s defeat.

sam looks at you both for a minute, then at jon, and the smile he’s wearing dies down as he realizes he’s interrupted. “Oh— oh, sorry… I’ll go now, I just—“ reality seems to hit him again, as another smile erupts on his face.

“I did it!” he says, then spins on his heel, leaving you both atop the wall.

a few moments pass, before you turn to look at jon. you both have a look of disbelief, yours mixed with a smile — and strangely enough, even in defeat, so is his.

“I’m thinking your rations for a month, the cloak you’re wearing...” you say, and jon huffs out a laugh (they come easier around you)

“What Sam did, is called blindsiding—“

“Hm,” you say, interrupting the end of his sentence. “It looks like defeat, instead. What were you going to demand, again?”

you’re only teasing, but you accidentally hit a soft spot. you see the way his smile falters, seriousness beginning its return to his face. it makes your own smile disappear.

“I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to…” you say, but once you see the expression on his face, something clicks. “What were you going to ask for, Jon?”

it seems like you’ve asked him to throw himself off the wall. he shakes his head, “It doesn’t matter.”

“To me it does.”

he begins to turn away from you, but your hand flies to his arm, halting him. he sighs in frustration. you try to catch his gaze, but he makes effort not to look at you.

“I won, and that’s what I ask.” you say, “For you to tell me what you wanted.”

you can see his internal turmoil, but that only makes you want to shrink away. what plagues jon so badly he dares not to speak it aloud? not speak of it to you?

you can tell he doesn’t want to say it, but a bet is a bet.

“You.”

your brows scrunch involuntarily. “Me?”

“I wanted to kiss you.” he says, his gaze flickering momentarily to your lips. “Want.”

your lips part in shock. not that he wants to kiss you (you’ve known. you want to kiss him) but that you’ve been able to coax him to say as much.

your gaze flicks to his lips once, twice, and you step closer — body almost flush with his. at the same time you reach up, jon leans down, and you connect your lips with his. they’re soft, warm; everything you thought they’d be when your thoughts would drift to him.

the kiss is sweet, tentative. exploring unknown territory, but also wanting — needing. you feel jon’s hand come to your waist, pulling you even closer (if possible), your body now flush against his.

eventually, the need to breathe takes over, and you both (reluctantly) pull apart. his cheeks are flushed, and you have an idea that it’s not from the cold this time. his pupils are blown, want pooling in them; but, also, something else swims in the midst. confusion.

“But— I lost,” he says, looking to you for an answer. you pretend to take mild offense, a playful roll of your eyes accompanying your words.

“You know, Jon, when someone gets kissed, they usually don’t consider it a loss.”

it seems to be the right answer, a smile tugging its way back up his lips. his response is him leaning down to kiss you again.

[intoxicated-chan]

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I Need You to Stay (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

We’re Both Sinners (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Don’t Think You Can Escape (Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Welcome to the Family (Miguel O’Hara & Spider!Teen!F!Reader)

You Set My Soul Alight (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Give Me Reasons We Should Be Complete (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Yellow Night Has Had Enough (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Restless Night (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Noxious (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

I Want to Destroy Me so I’ll Feel Better (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

You’re Right By My Side (Miguel O’Hara x GN!Reader)

Tell Me How U Feel (Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader)

Final Fantasy

baby, i’m yours (Biggs x F!Reader)

Dangerous, Tainted and Flawed as You (Biggs x F!Reader)

Game of Thrones

Be With Me (Robb Stark x F!Reader)

Mortal Kombat

When Their S/O Draws a Painting of Them… (Cassandra Cage, Hanzo Hasashi, & Erron Black…)

Hanzo Hasashi Drabbles #1

Tomas Vrvada Drabbles #1 #2

Trigun Stampede

I’mma Haunt Your Dreams (Nicholas D. Wolfwood x F!Reader)

The Hobbit/The Lord of the Rings

Kili Durin Blurbs #1 #2

Thorin Oakenshield Blurbs #1

Thranduil Blurbs #1

Can I Not Think? Will You Love This Part of Me? (Elrond x GN!Reader)

On Vit Dans Cette Love Story (Legolas x F!Reader)

You’re Gonna Wish You Never Had Met Me (Kili Durin x F!Elf!Reader) Ending 1 | Ending 2 , Coming soon!!

It’s Just a Small Cut! (Legolas x GN!Reader)

Practice Makes Perfect (Legolas x F!Hobbit!Reader)

A War of Ice and Fire Preview (Thorin Oakenshield x F!Targaryen!Reader)

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon Blurbs #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #7

Watercolor Eyes (S2 Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Baby, You’re No Good For Me (S1-2 Daryl Dixon x F!Walsh!Reader) Part 2 | Part 3

When You Come See Me (S2-3 Daryl Dixon x F!Grimes!Reader)

Payment-In-Kind (Shane Walsh x F!Dixon!Reader)

‘Til I Know You’re Mine (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Don’ Say a Damn Thing (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Darlin’, Don’t Lie, It’s Okay That You Crave Me (Daryl Dixon x F!Virgin!Reader)

I Will Love You ‘Til the End of Time (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

Daryl Dixon w/ Lady Gaga Songs (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

Closer (Daryl Dixon x F!Reader)

[onekeii]

12 Days of Christmas 2024 Masterlist

here's all my submissions for the @12daysofchristmas challenge :))

just a heads up: i mark works as GN where there's no specific reference to gender, BUT i do usually write with a fem character in mind so please take it with a grain of salt

fluff ☆ (light) angst ★ smut ✧ suggestive (no smut) ✭

[Day 1] Robb Stark x Fem Reader: Wyman the Snowman ☆

[Day 2] Lee Know x Fem Reader: Can you help me out? ★✧

[Day 3] Xiao x GN Reader: We can eat the snow ☆★

[Day 4] Ranpo x Fem Reader: The World's Greatest Poker Player ☆✭

[Day 5] Ranpo x GN Reader: Little sweet ☆

[Day 6] Okazaki Kei x GN Reader: Who likes Christmas movies anyway? ☆

[Day 7] Chuuya x GN Reader: Do it properly! ☆

[Day 8] Lee Know x GN Reader: 'Cause it's Christmas! ☆★

[Day 9] BSD Gen: Last minute Christmas gifts for the ADA

[Day 10] Sasazuka Takeru x Fem Reader: What's for dessert? ☆✭

[Day 11] Luffy x GN Reader: Can we do that again? ☆

[Day 12] Astarion x Fem Virgin Reader: Would I ever hurt you? ✧

if you enjoyed, please consider helping out by dropping a reblog or follow ✩

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Robb Stark*Comfort

Pairing: Robb x gn!reader

Summary: a drabble about Robb seeking comfort in his lovers arms during war

Word count: 349

A/N: can't find the gif I was looking for of him crying at the tree he almost broke his sword on smh

Masterlist here

The days are long, the planning is constant, the stress is overwhelming. It's all so much for Robb at times that he feels his head is about to explode. 

When he returns to your tent after the long counsil meetings with constant bickering and sees you waiting for him, sat at his desk doodling his heart melts. He stand silently appreciating your beauty as the soft candle light glows beside you. 

Then you look up and your warm, comforting eyes, look into his which hold heavy purple eye bags. "Hello sweetie," you smile softly as you stand from the chair.

Without a word Robb hurtles across the tent and pounces into your arms. His arms go around your waist, pulling you into him and holding you tightly. His head hands low into your shoulder, his nose nuzzling into your skin.

 Heavy breathes fall from his lips as your hand shoots up to stroke his hair. You press kisses to his head as you do.

When Robb pulls away, his eyes glistening but tears not yet fallen, you take his face into his hands. You bring him in for a swift kiss before pulling back, his nose bumping off of yours, "I love you," you tell him.

Finally a small smile falls on his lips despite all the sadness in his eyes, "I love you too. So much. I don't know what I'd do without you," his eyes are now threatening to release their tears.

"It's a good thing I'm not going anywhere then," you tell him before kissing him again and leading him to your make shift bed.

You lay down first before Robb cuddles into your chest, asking you for head scratches which you gladly give along with sweet words. He doesn't have to say anything for you to know what is weighing on him. You just allow his silent cries and tell him everything will be alright again soon. Robb falls asleep in your arms as your hands roam through his curly locks.

Robb meant what he said. Without you he would not have survived this war but with you at his side somehow he always managed. 

[hopelesswritergall]

Not sure your opinions on Bran Stark, but maybe him falling in love with the reader while they’re assorted into an arranged marriage? He grows jealous and decides he needs to keep you in Winterfell with him, so he does everything he can to make you his despite your oath of marriage to maybe a Lannister?

Or just any Bran Stark x Reader content, I love that man so much 🤭🤭

Yesss darling!! Baby I think I made it GN but if you catched a gender thingy let me know!

Summary: Bran didn’t like Y/N at first, so when their parents announced they were to be betrothed he refused. That hurts. But then Tommen came and he disliked that even more. He would show you that he is better than that bastard.

A/N: I do not follow the original storyline cause yeah no. We don’t do that here on this blog. Also fuck their winters and shit. In this story it’s just all 4 seasons in 1 year. And your house is Greenfield a (non-existing) house which is south of Winterfell and often associated with the Vale and shit.

It’s sort of very long headcanons :)

Tag list: @crownedtargaryen

Let me know if you want to be added babes

It was the summer of Bran’s thirteenth birthday, when they got the news. The Greenfield’s were coming to visit and they were bringing their child Y/N Greenfield. They were often talked about, how they would grow up to become one of the prettiest people alive. Bran couldn't care less. He just wanted to learn archery and not much more.

When the Greenfields arrived his whole family was running around making sure that everything looks perfect. "Robb, can we train this afternoon?" "Bran, we do not have the time for training, we need to prepare. Do something useful and go help father or something.” Stupid Greenfields, now they’ve ruined his weekly training session with Robb, what else are they going to ruin? On his way to his father he ran into his mother Catelyn. “Bran! What are you still doing in these clothes?! Go and put on sometching more formal! Don’t just stand here, GO!” His mother looked very nervous and it almost seemed like this visit would determine their fate as a house.

Deciding not to push the buttons of his mother even more he complied, and asked a servant to bring him some formal clothes. (You didn’t think he would do that himself now did you??). Once it was on his bed he begrudgingly put it on, already feeling as if he doesn’t really like the Greenfields one bit.

He begrudgingly went downstairs to meet with his parents. His parents, Robb, Sansa, Rickon,his adopted brother Jon and hell even Arya were dressed up. They all wore their best clothes for the visit

They all waited for the carriage to enter the gates of Winterfell and they didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes after everything gathered a carriage came into view. It was decorated with beautiful green ornaments and golden leaves on the sides.

Your father, mother and your 2 older brothers left the carriage before you and as last but definitely not least you.

“My lord stark, may I present to you. My eldest : Tobas, my second eldest: Darron. And my youngest : Y/N.” Your father spoke

“It’s a pleasure to meet you guys, really! Come on in! Let the kids get to know each other, they’ll be spending lots of time together in the future so…..” Ned spoke the last part quietly not wanting to reveal anything yet.

You stood there swaying on your feet until you spotted Bran, he looked around your age so you approached him, wanting to seem nice.

“Hi! My name is,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he walked away. “Y/N.” You were confused as to why he suddenly walked away. You were only trying to be nice.

“Don’t pay him any attention Y/N, my name is Sansa! Come, you can sit next to me at dinner.” She joined your guy’s arms and walked with you to where you would be staying at.

Ned and your father had made plans to unite your houses when you were born. Tobas and Darron were too old to be wedded to either Sansa or god forbid Arya. But you, you were the perfect age and being born only a few months after Bran? It was a miracle.

At the dinner the announcement was made and my god was it an experience

“Ned, thank you so much for hosting this amazing dinner for us. We couldn’t be more honoured and I believe that as a host you should be the one to announce it.”

“Thank you Duncas,” Ned cleared his throat before he said the words that ruined it all for Bran. “The Starks and Greenfields will be united through a marriage. Bran and Y/N are destined to be wedded as soon as Y/N turns eighteen. Until then they will spend much time together. Let’s all celebrate this alliance!”

Bran felt like he was going to puke. He didn’t want to marry anyone and why them?! They weren’t special or anything, so he sulked and pouted the entirety of the dinner.

You on the other hand already had a feeling when your father announced that you would be visiting Winterfell. You knew that it would be good for your family and Winterfell would be an important ally. Besides Bran wasn’t that bad looking. Wink wink

“Do you hear this Y/N?! We’ll be sisters!” It seemed like Sansa was more excited than your future husband. This was off to a great start.

Over the span of the following 5 years, Bran would be 18 and you would turn 18 later that year, you were forced to spend a lot of time together. Sansa had already accepted you as her sister and you really liked her. Bran on the other hand…..

He was a CUNT. Always ignoring you, making snide remarks about your looks or manners. “No Y/N, I don’t know how you do it down south but we don’t do that here in the North.” He would always make you feel insecure, like you didn’t belong there.

Bran wasn’t the best with women and he didn’t despise you contrary what you might believe. He just didn’t really express him self that good. Alright, he was just shit at communicating and thought it would be better to just make you stay away. :)

You practically lived in Winterfell and the Starks would be receiving some royal visitors. The Queen and her son Tommen would come to visit Winterfell. You were very excited because you never met them before and heard great stories about the future king.

“Sansa! Imagine that the prince would like one of us? Then we’d become the next queen! Isn’t that just a dream?” That is what Bran overheard when he was walking around the place.

“Do you think he could end your betrothal to my brother? If he does, promise me you will remember me!” “Sansa, I will never ever forget you!”

Next day at dinner he decided to do a teeny tiny bit of questioning, did you really like the prince? Were you so desperate to get away from him?

“So Y/N, excited for the visit of the prince?” He gave you a sweet angelic look

“Yeah! I’ve heard great stories about him. Did you hear that he is great at archery and sword fighting?! Like that’s so cool!”

Bran scoffed a bit and replied snarkier than he intended “Pff well I am good with bow and arrow as well you know?”

The day of the visit

You were practically running around, trying to look your absolute best for the prince. You were very intrigued by all the stories you heard the people tell.

“Children, please come to the courtyard, they are arriving!” You could hear Ned’s voice coming from downstairs. With a last glance at the mirror, and deciding you looked amazing as usual you went downstairs.

You took your spot next to your husband to be, who looked extremely happy to see you as he always does haha not. “Good morning Bran! Excited for the visit?” You almost shined with excitement. “Cant wait.” Bran first wanted to cancel the betrothal by making you and the prince a thing. But now as he heard you speak about the prince already without ever seeing him, and now seeing you radiating with energy he started to doubt his intentions.

Could it be possible that he didn’t want to lose you?

Well no time to think about it, Tommen is leaving the carriage and approaching him and you.

“Hello Bran, very nice to see you again. But who is this beautiful person next to you? Excuse me, but I never had the pleasure to mee you I think.” Tommen extended his hand which you gladly accepted, and he planted a gentle kiss on top of your hand.

“Your grace, my name is Y/N of the house Greenfield.” You were delighted that the prince even spoke to you.

“Ah the youngest of the Greenfields, I’ve heard stories about how you are considered one of the prettiest people alive. It is a pleasure to meet you.” Alright Bran was getting more annoyed by the second now, so the little devil he is decided to meddle a bit.

“I’m so lucky to have Y/N as my betrothed,” Bran wrapped his hands around you which took you by surprise. “I really have to thank my father for that.”

“Ah so you are the man lucky enough to be the betrothed of the prettiest person? Well consider yourself lucky Bran, I know a lot of people who would think not twice before offering their hand.”

“Yeah….. Very lucky indeed.” With that the Prince left to enter the castle and settle into a room.

“Alright what the fuck was that Bran?” you hissed at him.

“Whaaattttt? Can’t I appreciate my future wife?” He replied as if he had done nothing wrong.

“Well you didn’t do anything of the sorts the past 5 years so it’s a bit suspicious don’t you think?!”

You tried to walk away but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in. “I meant what I said just now. Thought you should know.”

With that the future lord of Winterfell left you there standing alone in the middle of the courtyard. Very confused and stunned

You never truly disliked Bran but it seemed he did for a while. So where was this coming from?

“Y/N can you help me with my hair?” That was Sansa shouting at you from the window.

“I’m coming!”

The dinner disaster

What is it with people and placing people where they do not want to be?

On the head of the table was Ned, on his left side were Cathelyn, Arya, Sansa and Robb. On the other head was Cersei. To Ned’s right were Bran, you and then Tommen.

You were placed directly between them, how awkward.

“So Y/N, what do you enjoy doing these days here in Winterfell? I can imagine that it is very different than in the Vale.” The queen spoke to you. Oh my god she acknowledged you.

“Well you highness, even though it is indeed very different from the Vale I don’t think it are bad differences. The main one I had to adapt to is that it’s a bit colder. But as to what I enjoy doing, I really like to ride my horse in the woods. I enjoy reading in our library and recently I have followed some lessons alongside Sansa and Arya in stitching. Although I don’t know if that’s my thing or if it’s too “girly” for me.”

Next to speak was Tommen. “Reading and horseback riding? So many talents in one person, I imagine that the Gods decided to not divide it evenly and that someone missed out.” He said while clearly looking at Bran with the last statement.

Bran deciding to try to ignore Tommen as much as possible spoke to you in such a kind voice you thought he was a different person. “Y/N, what did you read as last again? I remember being very intrigued by it and I would like to read it as well.”

“Oh well, it was something called The history of the Throne. It was very interesting, the stories went back to almost the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty. It also described the dance of the dragons and all that drama in great detail!” You replied back sweetly, but speaking to Bran caused you to turn your back to Tommen which he didn’t really appreciate so he spoke again.

“Aha speaking about the dance of the dragons, do you like them? And who do you think was the rightful heir to the throne?”

So you turned around again now facing Tommen. “Do I like dragons? Who in their right mind doesn’t? The rightful heir, that a very difficult question. I fully understand Rhaenyra, buuuuutt I also understand where Alicent came from. She just thought that Viserys meant their son Aegon and from that point it all became very very confusing.” Tommen was smiling at the attention, Bran however was not.

Before he had the chance to speak the Queen spoke up and you were relieved to hear someone else speak for a while. You weren’t really listening so you were surprised when you heard your name being called by her. “Y/N, darling did you hear me?” “Sorry my Queen I was a bit distracted, could you repeat it for me please?” “I asked you if you like it here in Winterfell and if you look forward to your marriage with Bran?”

Bran grew anxious, if you said no he would be fucked and lose the person he loved.The queen would probably suggest you coming along with her and then marry the prince. Wait hold on did he just think that he loves you? Nono that must be a mistake right? I don’t love Y/N, or do I?

You noticed Bran spacing out and gently placed your hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring squeeze. This seemed to bring him back and he looked a bit surprised at you.

“My queen I can assure you that I’m really enjoying Winterfell and I coudnt be more excited for the wedding.” This seemed to shock almost everyone at the table, including Ned and Catelyn. Who tried on numerous occasions to change their sons mind.

“That’s good to hear. Tommen my dear, is everything okay? You look a bit pale.” All of your eyes went over to Tommen who indeed looked paler than normal, probably hoping you weren’t happy. You knew how Tommen must feel and pitied him a bit, so you leaned in close to him and whispered “I know a woman who would be lucky to meet you my prince, she is prettier than I am. Her name is Margaery Tyrell.”

Tommen instantly felt a lot better and couldn’t wait to leave Winterfell all of a sudden.

You and Bran? You guys got married the week after you turned 18, he is your little grumpy man.

[mawofmeraxes]

MawofMeraxes Writing Commissions

INTRO

Hello! I’m really struggling with money to pay for groceries right now so I'm opening up writing commissions on ko-fi!

I will only be taking requests for fandoms and characters that are listed in my masterlist and later in this post. Masterlist and other list are subject to additions at any time!

THE WORKS

Almost all commissions will be done through ko-fi and nothing else. Link can be found here and on my pinned post. There will be multiple options available for you to choose from.

If you wish to request something that is not an option on ko-fi, you can reach out to me at my email mawofmeraxes@gmail.com and we can discuss options and further pricing from there.

I ask that when you leave a request on ko-fi that you leave me an email, Tumblr account, or discord that I can reach you at, as I want to ensure that whatever you request will come as close to want you want it to be as possible.

WRITING

I will be writing explicit, smutty one-shots for character(s) c reader and ships as well as simple one-shots that do no include smut, it is up to you.

I will not be writing:

- Dub-con/Non-con - Beastiality - NonTargaryen Incest - Underage relationships and pairings - Violent Kinks (will be discussed upon request) - Miscarriage - Pregnancy

Characters I will be writing for (as of November 2022)

Steve Harrington | Eddie Munson | Robin Buckley | Aemond Targaryen | Daemon Targaryen | Rhaenyra Targaryen | Robb Stark | Jon Snow | Jaime Lannister | Tormund Giantsbane | Oberyn Martell | Geralt of Rivia | Jaskier | Aaron Hotchner | Spencer Reid | Derek Morgan | Legolas | Thranduil

And ships that include these characters.

PRICING

NSFW Reader One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

18+ One-Shot featuring a character of your choosing x either fem! or GN!reader. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will include smut. The price for 1k words is $20, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4 per extra character. Additional characters can not be OC or other reader.

SFW Reader One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

One-Shot featuring a character of your choosing x either fem! or GN!reader. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will not include any smut. The price for 1k words is $15, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4 per extra character. Additional characters can not be OC or other reader.

NSFW Ship One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

18+ One-Shot featuring a ship of your choice. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will include smut. The price for 1k words is $20, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4. Additional characters can not be OC or reader.

SFW Ship One-Shot Starting at 1k Words

One-Shot featuring a ship of your choosing. Will be a scenario of your choosing, will not include any smut. The price for 1k words is $15, for each 500 extra words it is $4. Clear length and pricing will be agreed upon by the both of us. I will write for multiple fandoms but if you request someone that I have never written before there will be an additional charge of $5. Making it a poly relationship will cost an additional $4. Additional characters can not be OC or reader.

GUIDELINES

- You must be 18+ or older to commission anything from me - In instances where I am unable to finish your piece, a full refund will be initiated - All payments will be upfront - You are entitled to multiple free revisions for one week after I send you the final completed piece. After one week, if you still request changes, I will charge you a percentage based on the edits you wish to be made. - Time of completion for the piece depends on length and contents, I will be open and clear to you about my progress and when it will be complete. - After the piece is sent to you, you are able to send and share it as much as you wish, please credit me for being the writer of the piece though. - I will probably reply very quickly as I am prone to check my email multiple times a day. However if I do not reply within 24 hours feel free to send me another email or reach out to me on Tumblr @mawofmeraxes. - If I have started the commission and you choose to cancel it, I will refund you a percentage of what you have paid depending on how much I have already written. - I reserve the right to deny any request for whatever reason.

REQUIRED INFORMATION FOR REQUEST

- The character(s) you wish the one-shot to be about - If you would prefer a fem!reader or a GN!reader - The relationship between the reader and character(s) (e.x: pre-established relationship like dating or married, friends, enemies, lovers) - How you would like the reader to act during the one-shot (e.x: are they bratty, snarky, kind, mean, rude, quiet, loud, outspoken?…) - The scenario in which the one-shot is occurring and what the idea is that you wish to see brought to life (e.x: a certain thing happens and then from that the smut occurs, jealous, angst…) - Setting, time and place - The tone and feeling of the entire piece (e.x: loving, rough, mean, sad, depressing, angry…) - What type of smut you would like it to be (e.x: positions, anything oral, names, kinks…) - Any tropes or anything else (e.x: one bed only, enemies to lovers…) How you would like the final piece to be sent to you: Tumblr, email or discord

[wheres-the-fecking-pie]

Fandoms I write for ( see below )

All my stuff should be under ( #my work ) but tumblr kinda iffy.

:)

* means I will write nsfw for them too.

Hannibal

Hannigram *

Hannibal x reader/oc *

Will x reader/oc *

Marvel

Loki x reader/oc *

Peter Parker x reader/oc

Tony Stark x reader/oc *

Venom/Eddie x reader/oc*

Sherlock

Johnlock

Sherlock x reader/oc

Moriarty x reader/oc

Good omens

Ineffable Husbands

Supernatural

Destiel *

Sabriel *

Sastiel *

Dean x reader/oc *

Sam x reader/oc *

Castiel x reader/oc *

Crowley x reader/oc *

Gabriel x reader/oc *

Bobby x reader/oc (platonic)

Lucifer x reader/oc

Rowena x reader/oc

Jack x reader/oc

Will do poly ships and x reader but no incest of course*

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur x reader/oc *

John x reader/oc *

Dutch x reader/oc *

Detroit become human

Connor x reader/oc

Markus x reader/oc

Connor x Hank (platonic only)

Game of thrones

Jon x reader/oc *

Robb x reader/oc *

Sansa x reader/oc

Jaime x reader/oc *

Tyrion x reader/oc

Arya x reader/oc

Daenerys x reader/oc*

Daemon x reader/oc*

Rhaenyra x reader/ox*

Doctor who

10 x reader/oc

11 x reader/oc

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x reader/oc

Eddie Munson x reader/oc

Jim Hopper x reader/oc

Eleven x reader/oc (platonic only)

Steve Harrington x reader/oc

Any of the main kids x reader/oc (platonic only)

BBC Dracula

Dracula x reader/oc *

Lucifer

Lucifer x reader/oc *

The last of us

Ellie x reader/oc

Joel x reader/oc

Abby x reader/oc

Umbrella academy

Klaus x reader/oc*

Viktor x reader/oc

Five x reader/oc (platonic only)

Diego x reader/oc

Star Wars

Han Solo x reader/oc*

Obi Wan Kenobi x reader/oc

Mando x reader/oc*

The Boys

Billy Butcher x reader/oc

Hughie Cambell x reader/oc

Frenchie x reader/oc

Kimiko x reader/oc

Starlight x reader/oc

Homelander x reader/oc

Maeve x reader/oc

Castlevania (Netflix)

Alucard x reader/oc

Trevor x reader/oc

Alucard x Trevor x Sypha

Black Butler

Sebastian x reader/oc*

Grell x reader/oc*

Undertaker x reader/oc*

Ceil x reader/oc (platonic only)

Resident evil 8

Lady dimitrescu x reader/oc*

Labyrinth

Jareth x reader/oc*

The Magnus Archives

Jon x reader/oc

Jon x martin *

Michael(the distortion)x reader/oc

Martin x reader/oc

Elias x reader/oc *

Rocky horror

Frank n furter x reader/oc*

Fnaf Sb

Freddy x reader/oc*

Sun/moon x reader/oc

Monty x reader/oc*

Arcane

Silco x reader/oc*

Jinx x reader/oc

Vi x reader/oc*

Viktor x reader/oc*

Sevika x reader/oc

Peacemaker

Peacemaker x reader/oc*

Vigilante x reader/oc*

Peacemaker x vigilante*

Peacemaker x reader/oc x vigilante*

Our flag means death

Gentlebeard*

Steddyhands*

EdIzzy*

Stizzy*

Wwdits

Will literally write for any of them! Wether it’s a pairing, poly or x reader! Both show and film*

BBC Ghosts

Will write for most of them x reader/oc or PatCap. Probably best just ask if you have a request :)

Ghost (the band)

Copia x reader/oc*

Terzo x reader/oc*

Any of the ghouls either x reader, or x other ghouls, or x Copia*

Baldur’s Gate 3

Will write for any of them x reader/tav*

Feel free to send requests and I’ll try my best to do them. I mostly write with a GN reader unless requested otherwise✌🏻

Sorry for the long intro

😇

[dipperscavern]

╰┈➤ JON SNOW MASTERLIST

fluff = ✿ angst = ❀ suggestive = ❁ nsfw = ❃

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･fics

the bet — friends to lovers, gn!reader; 4.2k words

songbirds — established relationship, fem!reader; 3.1k words

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･drabbles

sitting on jon’s face ❃

jon snow helping you sleep ❃

jon not knowing what to do when you admire him ✿

jon snow comforting you ✿

bathing with jon ✿

more jon + bolton reader

helping jon care for his wounds ❀ ✿

jon x witchy!bolton!reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･blurbs

the feminine urge to hold jon snow ✿

greywind + ghost being the first to know you’re pregnant

mean!postresurrection jon snow ❃

more mean!postresurrection jon snow ❃

making jon cry a little ❃

sub/switch jon ❃

jon x robb x reader ❃

jon snow guiding you on longclaws handle ❃

jon snow having sensitive hips ❁

how jon snow loves ✿

jon snow & dry humping ❃

jon + being a father headcannons ✿

jon snow + bolton!reader headcannons

more jon + temperature play ❃

jon & cregan + manbuns

mean!jon & mean!cregan ❃

jon snow + not being able to keep his eyes off you

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･thoughts | the stark men⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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fluff ☆ (light) angst ★ smut ✧ suggestive (no smut) ✭

Baldur's Gate 3

✩ Astarion x Fem Virgin Reader: Would I ever hurt you? ✧

Bungou Stray Dogs

✩ Ranpo x Fem Reader: The World's Greatest Poker Player ☆✭

✩ Ranpo x GN Reader: Little sweet ☆

✩ Chuuya x GN Reader: Do it properly! ☆

✩ BSD Gen: Last minute Christmas gifts for the ADA

Collar x Malice

✩ Okazaki Kei x GN Reader: Who likes Christmas movies anyway? ☆

✩ Sasazuka Takeru x Fem Reader: What's for dessert? ☆✭

Game of Thrones

✩ Robb Stark x Fem Reader: Wyman the Snowman ☆

Genshin Impact

✩ Xiao x GN Reader: We can eat the snow ☆★

One Piece

✩ Luffy x GN Reader: Can we do that again? ☆

Stray Kids

✩ Lee Know x Fem Reader: Can you help me out? ★✧

✩ Lee Know x GN Reader: 'Cause it's Christmas! ☆★

✩ Hyunjin x Fem Reader: Platform 14 ☆★

✩ Felix x Fem Reader: 9:28pm ☆★

✩ Felix x Reader x Lee Know: Surprise! ☆★

✩ I.N x Fem Reader: Happy Birthday ☆

✩ I.N. x Fem Reader: Firsts are the Worst ☆★

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