#tommen baratheon x sansa stark

[uluthrek]

au in which robert, the starks and the lannisters play monopoly instead of going hunting and pushing each other‘s kids from towers.

tyrion implements a tax system to make things more interesting and fights cersei over the cat for a solid ten minutes.

around thirty minutes into the game, catelyn realizes that she has free will and stops paying taxes.

arya and sansa haggle over new york avenue, which ends up being bought by theon. this causes the two to completely cast aside their differences, ally and subsequently start doing everything in their power to make theon‘s life hell.

theon himself is quite severely stoned the entire time throughout.

ned enters horrendous debt pretty much immediately and, after two hours of being financially sucked dry by both cersei and his tax evader of a wife, decides to just place his figurine in jail and never leave.

jon, playing the dog, controls the railroads and makes jaime, playing the ship, go completely broke within minutes. being beaten by a bastard and officially the first to lose the game makes jaime so mad he spends the rest of the evening perched on the family‘s ancestral armchair eating flaming hot cheetos and stifling sobs.

cersei is holding onto her last two dollars and her one house in atlantic avenue like a maniac and evades taxes like it‘s an olympic sport. she claims ownership of kentucky avenue on the grounds that red is her house‘s color at least twice. after three hours, she‘s consumed enough vintage red to kill a large mammal and keeps quoting the art of war. fascinatingly enough, she never goes completely broke.

robert, just as broke and drunk as his wife but not nearly as ferocious, proposes marriage for tax advantages to bran, who is in possession of the boardwalk and lets him dangle on his proposition for two rounds before accepting and feeling like a benevolent god.

sansa sees this and immediately proposes to arya, who accepts, only for them to be sued by their mother for public indecency („you‘re siblings, jesus christ!“). arya argues that this is just a game and that one could argue that robert‘s and bran‘s marital alliance is just as if not even more inappropriate, considering that bran is seven and robert thirtyseven. sansa countersues her mother for tax evasion, who promises she‘ll drop her lawsuit if her daughters let her keep hoarding perverse amounts of wealth. „love wins!“ arya says, which causes jaime, still perched on the armchair but now eating old nan‘s home made whiskey truffles, to hysterically sob. cersei stares him down.

robb, in a rare moment of almost prophetic foresight, excuses himself one hour in and goes on a very, VERY long walk with grey wind.

tyrion, whose tax system has spectacularly backfired in his face, proposes marriage to catelyn, jon and cersei in rapid succession, who all turn him down. „i wish i was the monster you think i am. i wish i had enough poison for the whole pack of you. i would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it.“ he screams before he leaves the table.

at that, joffrey, who has refused to participate and instead sits on the couch playing doom on his nintendo ds, starts hysterically laughing. tyrion turns on his heel and awards his nephew with the bitchslap of the century. this causes cersei to completely abandon the game and chase after him with a broom. catelyn makes sure that everyone is distracted by the lannister antics and then reaches across the table and bags cersei‘s money and properties.

with a heavy heart, myrcella trades arya and sansa one of her limited edition bayala schleich unicorns for park place.

at this point, the game is between the tycoons that are catelyn and jon, the bran-robert alliance, the arya-sansa-alliance, and ned, who is still in jail and watching ice hockey on his phone under the table. that is when catelyn hears rickon gagging and discovers that he, in the absence of tyrion, the self declared bank manager, has managed to eat all bank notes from the box.

rickon gets his stomach pumped, cersei and tyrion have both been arrested, theon is still stoned, arya, sansa and myrcella have wandered off to go play schleich horses, and jon remains at the table, alone, content, and quietly considering himself the winner.

[claymoresword]

Wild Nights

Margaery Tyrell x Baratheon Fem!Reader

Summary: Margaery Tyrell has a long term secret affair with the King's oldest sister.

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, g!p reader, transmasc coded reader, alpha/beta/omega dynamics if you squint, breeding kink, cheating, penetrative sex, blow job, porn absolutely no plot

Note: ok this is totally self indulgent and literally no one asked for it but i've had the idea floating around in my mind since i finished GOT literally 9 months ago but i finally found the motivation to sit down and write so here it is...

not sure if anyone is gonna even click on this tbh but if you're here hi! enjoy!

Just as you are about to drift off into a slumber, you're jolted awake at the sound of knocking on your door.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you glanced at the window, it was still pitch black out, as you were well into the hour of the owl.

For a moment you wonder if you had imagined the noise, but when you hear the same knocking again, you climb out of bed.

"Who goes there?" You asked as you approached the door but you received no response.

Curiosity gets the better of you, with a firm hand on the knob you pull the door open slightly, your expression immediately relaxes once you realize who it was standing on the other side.

"Hello, y/n" Your sister in law greets you.

The Queen stood with her arms wrapped around herself, her robe clearly not providing her adequate warmth as she shudders.

The fireplace alight in your chambers being the only reason you aren't affected by the piercing chill of the night.

You find yourself taking in Margaery's appearance; only in her nightgown and robe, her hair loose and unkept. You study the charming curve of her lips as she gazes at you. Even in the dead of the night, she remains breathtaking.

"Your Grace, is everything alright?" You ask with real concern, the expression the other woman gives you in return is sheepish.

"I could not find sleep." Margaery admits and your stare turns incredulous, but you remain unmoving.

"May I come in?" She asks after a beat and you remain silent but you finally pull your door open wider, allowing her to enter.

**

As soon as you shut the door, Margaery is on you.

She kisses you, heavy and desperate, her body flush against yours. It shocks your entire system, however, the feeling quickly morphs into a wave of arousal as her tongue enters your mouth.

You feel your cock beginning to harden in your breeches as you rest your hand on the small of her back before moving it to grip her waist.

"Wait–" You say breaking the kiss, Margaery makes no attempt to hide her fervor; she chases your lips, before halting to meet your gaze.

"Shouldn't you be in bed with your husband?" You taunt, although already knowing the response.

Since they've gotten married Margaery has shown no true interest in Tommen. It was you she wanted from the start, you she would have chosen to wed if the matter of union was up to her.

The glint in Margaery's eye as she prepares to answer only works to excite you further.

"I don't want my husband." She responds, capturing your lips for another searing kiss, this time you chase her lips as she pulls away.

"He is clumsy and inadequate." Margaery quips, kissing you again. She leans back slightly to playfully tug on your bottom lip with her teeth.

Once again you feel blood rushing directly to your groin, your cock now throbbing as your breath shallows.

Margaery notices immediately as the hardened bulge remains pressed up against her thigh. A shiver runs through you as you watch her smirk grow.

"Whereas, you always know where to put your hands.." She explains, tilting her head to plant a lingering kiss on your jaw before moving to your neck.

You feel her hot breath against your skin as she reaches down to boldly palm you over your breeches.

"You know exactly where to kiss me." Margaery whispers before placing an open mouthed kiss on your neck, you have to fight the urge to grind your member into her hand.

"You know how to make me feel good." The Queen adds, her mouth now lingering over your ear, she plants a wet kiss against it and she moves her hand so she may begin unlacing your breeches.

"Fuck–" You say, already so unbelievably aroused, your cock straining almost painfully.

You reach down to assist her, hastily undoing the laces before pulling down your breeches.

Margaery merely chuckles darkly at your impatience.

You pull down your pants, finally revealing your cock, hard to the touch and already dripping with your seed.

Margaery's eyes remain on the length in between your legs, her expression betrays a raw and primal hunger.

You grab a handful of her hair, pulling her close for a sloppy kiss, one she reciprocates eagerly, you don't pull away until you are both panting.

"Get on your knees, sweet girl. I want to feel your pretty mouth around my cock." You order with a firm hand still gripping a handful of Margaery's hair.

The Queen obeys with no protest, you watched as she kneeled before you.

Margaery swipes her thumb across the head, lubricating it with your own release. She then wraps her fingers around your girth, stroking it with purpose and dexterity.

Her hand felt good, but it was not enough.

With your hand still firmly on the back of her head, you guide her face closer, desperate to feel her mouth.

Margaery decides to give you what you need, she runs her tongue down your length before finally wrapping her mouth around the tip. She takes in a deep breath, lowering herself, soon she has all of you in her mouth, her tongue flat against your cock as she sucks.

"Fuck– You mouth feels amazing." You praise through pants, and Margaery lets out a moan in response.

Her mouth continues to work towards your pleasure, she lowers her head further, you let out a groan as the tip of your cock comes into contact with the back of her throat.

"I'm close–" You say, and Margaery continues her steady pace, sucking your cock like her life depended on it.

You shut your eyes as you rest your head against the door. Soon you are unable to focus on anything beyond the feeling of Margaery's talented mouth as she brings you to your release.

You empty yourself in her mouth, the Queen makes no effort to pull away, placing a firm hand on your rear to hold you close as she swallows every drop.

You release your grip on her hair and the other woman finally pulls away, your member falls out of her mouth as she does.

You swiftly bend down, crashing your lips against Margaery's as she rises, your tongue enters her mouth shamelessly and without reserve, tasting your own release.

In just a few moments you feel your cock return to its hardened state once again.

You pull Margaery closer, until her body is flush against your own, you wish to ravage her, worship her, wreck her, just to put her back together again.

"My turn." You breathe out against her lips, swiftly pulling her robe off her body.

**

You kick away your own breeches that were pooled by your feet before lifting your nightshirt over your head.

You attempt to do the same with Margaery's nightgown but she stops you with a hand on your wrist.

"Is something the matter?" You ask, even though Margaery's face indicates nothing of the sort.

"No, nothing is wrong. I just wish to go slowly, if you don't mind." The other woman says, biting her lip.

"Ofcourse, anything you want." You reassure, and Margaery grins.

"Good." She says, getting on her tiptoes to kiss you again, she begins leading you to the bed.

The back of your knees hit the bedframe and Margaery nudges you by the chest slightly, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You watched intently as she kicked off her footwear before moving her hands to the laces of her nightgown.

However, her movements are tantalizingly slow, and you are only growing increasingly mad with need.

Your mouth remains agape as you observe her and Margaery has to purse her lips, stifling her amusement.

Then it finally occurs to you; Margaery doesn't want to go slowly for her own benefit, she only aims to torture you.

"My love.." You plead.

The other woman merely smiles, feigned innocence.

"Hm?" Margaery says as she finally grabs the hem of her nightgown, but she's still not moving fast enough.

Your cock remained unbearably hard, standing at attention.

You take it upon yourself to start stroking your length, in an attempt to take advantage of the sight before you and douse the burning heat at the pit of your stomach.

Margaery is finally naked, she soon steps closer, lifting your chin before capturing your lips with hers. She then reaches down to grab your hand, pulling it away so you would stop pleasuring yourself.

Before you get a chance to protest, the other woman finally climbs onto the bed, situating her legs on either side of your lap, languidly straddling you. Your mouth continues moving against hers with intensity and desperation.

Margaery's hands remain on your shoulders as she steadies herself, and you prepare yourself, but much to your dismay, the Queen makes no effort to make you enter her.

As her lips leave yours, your expression is almost pained but Margaery only seems to thrive off it.

"Do you want me?" She asks, grinding her heat against the length of your cock, coating it with her arousal.

"I do– please." Your voice trembles with need, as you grip her waist firmly attempting to guide her, but the other woman does not budge.

The tip of your cock is now prodding her entrance, you can feel just how wet she is, but Margaery's composure doesn't falter.

You decide to take a different approach.

"I want to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me. I want to stretch you out until you're all sore, until you have trouble walking and sitting down on the morrow." You say, and it works to break her resolve.

Margaery's gaze visibly darkens as she grips the base of your length, holding it place as she lowers herself onto you.

You both throw your head back at the initial sensation, Margaery lets out an unrestrained moan and you respond with a groan.

Her cunt felt so warm and wet, it made you see stars. As she begins to move her hips, the Queen moans again, loud and unapologetic.

You were certain in the quiet of the night, the entire Red Keep would be privy to her blatant calls of pleasure, but neither of you cared.

Margaery's fingers threaded through your hair before she roughly grabbed a handful of it. You wince at the sensation, but the pain quickly dissappears within the immense pleasure you feel as Margaery picks up the pace.

The Queen's gasps are broken and incoherent, the feeling of your cock repeatedly hitting the right spots within her, stretching her out in the best way, makes it impossible for her to catch her breath.

You lean forward to swipe your tongue across one of her nipples before wrapping your lips around it as you begin sucking.

Margaery lets out a wretched whine at the feeling, she moves her hips harder as you turn your attention to her other breast.

"Does my cock feel good, my love?" You ask, a firm hand against her jaw so she's forced to look at you.

"Yes– so good– You always make me feel so good." Margaery admits in between pants before throwing her head back once again.

You can tell her release is approaching as her movements grow inconsistent, her walls clenched tightly around your girth.

Soon Margaery comes undone on your cock, her moans reverberating through your chambers as the orgasm rips through her.

She goes slack on top of you from the sheer force of it, resting her head on your shoulder as she attempts to catch her breath.

"Seven Hells." Margaery says, you feel her breath against your neck as she does.

**

The Queen is still trembling when you decide to flip your positions, the other woman lets out a gasp as you expertly lift her up before carefully laying her down onto the mattress.

You don't allow Margaery time to question it before you begin your thrusts, your cock still hard, hitting a spot deep within her.

"Oh, Gods– y/n" She moans, her hands find your back, her nails continue digging into your skin as you moved your hips, hard and fast.

With every gasp and moan from Margaery, you retaliate with grunts and groans. Her cunt feels so tight and wet around you, every thrust pushes you closer to your release.

You lean down to kiss the other woman and she kisses you back, open mouthed and messy.

You then tilt your head to do the same to her neck. You sink your teeth into her skin, leaving an ugly bruise just above her pulse point.

Margaery lets out a low groan at the sensation, pulling you closer by the back of your neck.

As the coil in your stomach tightens, you forcibly hold yourself up by your forearms, slowing down your thrusts in the process but keeping them just as deep.

"Shall I release my seed inside of you, sweet girl?" You ask, planting a chaste kiss against Margaery's cheek.

"Make you fat with my child again, would you like that?" You add, your fingers sinking into the flesh of her hip as she keeps her legs firmly wrapped around your waist.

Margaery nods, eager and ready, her own orgasm slowly creeping up on her.

"Yes– please– y/n, fill me with your seed. I wish to bear a dozen of your children, only yours." The Queen says, and it pushes you over the edge.

The coil finally snaps, and you release your seed deep inside Margaery's wanting cunt. At the same time, you feel her walls tighten around you as she lets out a loud moan, the Queen climaxed for the second time that night.

You collapse on top of her, unable to support your own weight any longer. Your bodies now slick with sweat, both of your chests heaving as you ride out your peak.

Margaery gently threads her fingers through your hair as you attempt to regain your strength.

"I love you." The Queen admits earnestly, just above a whisper, and your heart pounds and constricts with adoration for the other woman.

"I love you more." You respond, lifting your head to look at her.

[fanfictiongirlie]

A Song of Sun and Snow - Chapter One

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Parings: Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.

Rating: Explicit (Eventually)

Words: 1,411

P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.

You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him. You were in Kingslanding for the last time, as you feasted with your family and the Starks. Robb was of course glaring at you from across the table, you noticed his eyes on you, you rolled your eyes and scoffed lightly sending him a dirty look. 

You took another drink from your goblet of wine and turned back to your conversation with Robb's little sister, Sansa. Robb chuckled loudly from his seat, a stupid smirk over his lips, driving you mad was his favourite thing to do. 

A little later into the evening, you had left the feast, you strolled through the castle, sighing softly, knowing you'd be leaving your home soon. Retreating to your favourite room in the castle, the library. Unfortunately Robb had seen you leave the dining hall and decided to follow you, he followed you, hiding within the shadows. 

Once in the library you let out a deep breath, feeling content with the books surrounding you, and happy with finally being alone. You grabbed a random book off the shelf, sat in the huge armchair and began reading. 

After checking nobody was round, Robb entered the library, he chuckled quietly when he saw you sitting comfortable in front of the fire, his feet moved quietly as he walked towards you, and once in front of you, he coughed to get your attention. You looked up at him, instantly feeling annoyed. 

"What do you want, Stark?" You ask, harshly. He looked at you, chuckling, clearly amused at your annoyed face. 

"What do I want, princess? I just wanted to piss you off a little" He answers, smugly. 

"Task achieved, now leave me be" You answer, annoyance dripping from your tone, as you looked up at him. Still dressed in his formal clothes, his hair perfect, ugh it annoyed you. 

"That easy?" He chimes "Didn't take me much effort to piss you off then" He replies with an amused smirk, as he takes a seat near you. 

"I want to be alone" You hiss, your book falling to your lap. 

Robb chuckled again, enjoying how annoyed you were at his presence here. 

"I thought the library was big enough for both of us, princess" 

"Find somewhere else then" You snap, the library was big enough, he could wander to the other end and you wouldn't even have to hear his stupid voice. You tried reading the book again, though since he walked into the room you had read the same sentence at least ten time. 

"Mmm, no, I won't" He leaned back into the chair, crossing his arms behind his head as he continued looking at you, with an amused look. "So I guess you're stuck with me here"

You rolled your eyes at him and then went back to your book. Robb smiled in amusement as he watched you read, he sat quietly watching you try and focus. After some time, he started getting bored and spoke up.

"What are you reading, princess?"

"Huh?" You said, starled from your concentration "Oh..nothing, just a book about cooking recipes" He raised an eyebrow at you. 

"Cooking recipes? The great princess Baratheon heir, is reading s book about cooking?" He asked shock, granted, the shock was warranted. You had never stepped foot in the castle's kitchen to cook, the only time you had been in there was when you and Joff once wanted to steal cakes, that didn't go well. But reading, reading was different, no matter the book, you wanted the knowledge inside. 

"Yes..." You answer him, gritting your teeth. He chuckled loudly, his voice booming through the silent library, it made you flinch slightly, why did he have to be so loud all of the time?

"A princess like you reading books about cooking? I always thought you were too high in the sky to do something as trivial as cooking" 

"You don't know me, Stark" You sneer. He smirked at your words, the fire crackled loudly. 

"Maybe not. But one thing I do know for sure, is that I'm pissing you off" He grinned smugly. 

"Can't believe I have to marry you" You huff loudly. 

"Neither can I" His tone finally matching yours, he didn't want to marry you as much as you didn't want to marry him. "Few weeks princess, and you'll be my wife" He adds, a small smirk on his lips. 

"We shouldn't even be alone" You muttered "My father wouldn't take kindly to it"

"He doesn't have to know, princess, it'll be our little secret" He smirked as he spoke, leaning slightly closer to you. 

"I'd rather not share any secrets with you" You snap, finally giving up on your book and slamming it shut. You watched the fire, watched as the flames flickered, rather than look at him. The warmth of the fire made you feel funny inside, knowing you'd soon be in the land of ice and snow. 

"Don't you trust me?" He said with a feigned look of sadness, holding his hand to his chest as if he were hurt. 

"Of course I don't trust you"

"And here I thought we were actually beginning to bond" He joked, a smirk still on his stupid face. 

"You wish" You say, rolling your eyes. 

"Maybe I do, princess. Maybe I do" He said with that same smirk, he shifted in his sea, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his legs, his eyes scanned over your face and body. 

"Ugh" You groan as you stand up "I'm going to bed, can't concentrate with you watching me" 

Robb chuckled as he watched you stand up, he copied your actions standing up, he towered over you of course, all northmen were tall. He moved slightly to stand right in front of you. 

"Oh, but I was enjoying the view"

"I don't care, I'm tired, and I'm ready to get this ridiculous dress off..Move Stark" You say annoyed, granted you should of gotten out the dress much sooner, but whenever the Stark's, or anyone visited the royals, you had to wear heavy dresses compared to your comfortable dresses. 

Robb laughed at your annoyed look, he stood there, staring at you refusing to move. "What, you need me to help you out of that ridiculous dress, princess?"

"Piss off" You answer, sneering at him. 

"Watch your tone, princess, that's no way to talk to your future husband" He smirked, stepping a little closer and looking down at you in amusement. His eyes scanned your face and body again, not being discreet about it. 

"I outrank you, Stark, now move" You snap, trying to step passed him. He chuckled again, his eyes darkened slightly as he took a step closer to you, your bodies were almost touching and he leans down in close to your face. 

"Or what, princess?" He asks quietly, his voice dark and low. 

"I'll scream" You say, a smirk on your lips now, if you screamed, the servants would come to your aid, maybe the guards. But Robb laughed again, enjoying the annoyance and anger on your face way too much. 

"You would scream and cause a sandal? That wouldn't be very princess like of you, princess"

You huff again, and push past him harshly, leaving you free to quickly leave the library. Robb didn't even try to stop you, he watched you figure leave the library and then smirked, amused that he'd gotten you so riled up. This marriage might be far more enjoyable than he'd originally thought. 

Once in your room, you cried softly against your pillow, knowing you'd have to marry Robb Stark, the boy you hated, the boy who hated you. 

Robb was still in the library, smiling to himself as he pictured your annoyed look. He thought of the sound of your voice and the way you'd look at him. The anger in your eyes and how your dress hugged your figure as you moved.

He realised at that moment that maybe he didn't hate you as much as he thought he did. 

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FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

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

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- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

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- Allison Argent

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- Lydia Martin

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- Aiden Steiner

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- Christopher Argent

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- Mason Hewitt

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- Danny Mahealani

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Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

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- Peter Parker

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- Gamora

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- Nebula

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- Matt Murdock

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- Frank Castle

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- Xu Shang-chi

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- Eddie Brock

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Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

- Sam Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

Hate sex with Dean (male reader, smut)

none yet..

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

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- Negan

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- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

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Merlin:

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- Guinevere

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- Elyan

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Strangers things:

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- Nancy Wheeler

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- Will Byers

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- Jonathan Byers

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- Joyce Byers

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- Jim Hopper

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- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

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- Eddie Munson

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- Henry Creel

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- Robin Buckley

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ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

Dune:

- Paul Atreides

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- Leto Atreides

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- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

none yet..

- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

none yet..

- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

none yet..

- Tyrion Lannister

none yet..

- Tommen Baratheon

none yet..

- Joffrey Baratheon

none yet..

- Daenerys Targaryen

none yet..

- Jorah Mormont

none yet..

- Sandor Clegane

none yet..

- Samwell Tarly

none yet..

- Margaery Tyrell

none yet..

- Tormund Giantsbane

none yet..

- Brienne of Tarth

none yet..

- Podrick

none yet..

- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

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

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

none yet..

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

none yet..

- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

none yet..

- Boromir

none yet..

- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

none yet..

- Blaise Zabini

none yet..

- Oliver Wood

none yet..

- Seamus Finnigan

none yet..

- Luna Lovegood

none yet..

- Neville Longbottom

none yet..

- Dean Thomas

none yet..

- Severus Snape

none yet..

- Sirius Black

none yet..

- Regulus Black

none yet..

- Remus Lupin

none yet..

- James Potter

none yet..

- Lily Potter

none yet..

- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

none yet..

Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

none yet..

- Amy Santiago

none yet..

- Charles Boyle

none yet..

- Gina Linetti

none yet..

- Rosa Diaz

none yet..

- Terry Jeffords

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- Ray Holt

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IT:

- Richie Tozier

none yet..

- Eddie Kaspbrak

none yet..

- Beverly Marsh

none yet..

- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

none yet..

- Ben Hanscom

none yet..

- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

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- Yara

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- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

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- Owen

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- Mel

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The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

none yet..

- Katsuki Bakugou

none yet..

- Shoto Todoroki

none yet..

- Tenya Iida

none yet..

- Ochako Uraraka

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- Denki Kaminari

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- Eijirou Kirishima

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- Tokoyami Fumikage

none yet..

- Shoji Mezo

none yet..

- Momo Yaoyorozu

none yet..

- Hanta Sero

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- Kyoka Jirou

none yet..

- Mashirao Ojirou

none yet..

- Mina Ashido

none yet..

- Yuga Aoyama

none yet..

- Monoma Neito

none yet..

- Shinsou Hitoshi

none yet..

- Rumi Usagiyama

none yet..

- Keigo Takami

none yet..

- Aizawa Shouta

none yet..

- Hizashi Yamada

none yet..

- Oboro Shirakumo

none yet..

- Touya Todoroki

none yet..

- Tomura Shigaraki

none yet..

- Toga Himiko

none yet..

- Jin Bubaigawara

none yet..

adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

[ao3feed-tywin]

Gendry's Son | Male Reader X Harem

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgpi4zK

by Hollunk

After a 30 year reign, Y/n Baratheon has fallen on the field of battle. Facing the final Blackfyre Rebellion. Taking the final Blackfyre down with him. But he refuses to give in to death, and is reborn in the body of the supposed second son of Robert Baratheon, Orys Baratheon.

Words: 3623, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Arianne Martell, Elia Sand, Daenerys Targaryen, Margaery Tyrell, Myrcella Baratheon, Original Female Character(s), Reader, Ashara Dayne, Jeyne Westerling Stark, Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Ned Stark, Tywin Lannister, Catelyn Tully Stark, Brandon Stark, Bran Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Arya Stark, Benjen Stark, Jon Arryn, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Olenna Tyrell, Bronn (A Song of Ice and Fire), Sandor Clegane, Brienne of Tarth, Thoros of Myr (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Relationships: Sansa Stark/Original Male Character(s), Arianne Martell/Original Male Character(s), Elia Sand/Original Male Character(s), Daenerys Targaryen/Original Male Character(s), Margaery Tyrell/Original Male Character(s), Myrcella Baratheon/Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Ashara Dayne/Original Male Character(s), Jeyne Westerling/Original Male Character(s), Catelyn Tully Stark/Original Male Character(s), Cersei Lannister/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Aunt/Nephew Incest, Sibling Incest, Shameless Smut, Older Man/Younger Woman, Older Woman/Younger Man, Westeros (A Song of Ice and Fire), Essos (A Song of Ice and Fire), Greyjoy Rebellion | Balon Greyjoy's Rebellion Against the Iron Throne, Parent/Child Incest

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cgpi4zK

[bbygirl-aemond]

Why do we refer to Alicent as a Hightower? Once she's married, didn't she become a Targaryen? Shouldn't she be called Alicent Targaryen ?

Okay so this is the consequence of the fact that none of the nobility or royalty in Westeros have actual last names the way that we understand them. Colloquially, nobles and royalty are often referred to as [first name] + [House name] (Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra Targaryen, etc.) which makes it seem like the House names are last names. But they’re not actually, they’re titles. Kind of like how none of the British royal family have last names, just first names. And titles behave a bit differently from legal last names. Married women have equal claim to the House they were born into and the House they married into, and so can refer to themselves as either or. And they certainly don't seem to HAVE to give up their maiden name, no matter who they marry.

It’s entirely possible for people to claim multiple Houses in formal occasions. For example, Tommen Baratheon is referred to as “Tommen of Houses Baratheon and Lannister” during his coronation. But colloquially people only use one at a time. Married women usually have a preference for one or the other. There are examples galore of both options here. Olenna Tyrell and Lisa Arryn always go by their married names; Sansa Stark, Rhaenys Targaryen, and Cersei Lannister all go by their maiden names. Some women might use the two interchangeably, depending on their circumstances: Catelyn might refer to herself as Catelyn Tully while in the Riverlands, but Catelyn Stark while in the North.

Whether the married or maiden name is used comes down to a variety of factors, such as the statuses of the two Houses, the women’s sentiments towards the two Houses, and how deeply the women assimilate into the culture/family of their married House. When a woman is colloquially referred to by her maiden name, it is usually meant to reflect that she is perceived as rejecting the family she married into in favor of her original family. Alicent holds more closely to things associated with the Hightowers, such as the Faith of the Seven, and is largely derided by Team Black for being an “outsider” within House Targaryen. But this is only the case for informal labels.

Now, this flexibility does not extend to the formal titles of these women. When using their formal titles, they must use their married name. This is because there is only one “Lady X” at any given time, and it is a title reserved for the wife of the corresponding “Lord X.” This is true for men as well, by the way: Laenor was never “Lord Velaryon” because Corlys was “Lord Velaryon,” and only one person can hold the title at a time. So for example, Alicent wouldn’t be called “Lady Hightower,” even if she wasn’t married to a King, because the only Lady Hightower is the wife of Lord Ormund Hightower (who is also the only Lord Hightower). This is also why Rhaenys Targaryen is referred to as Lady Velaryon and never as Lady Targaryen.

As for Alicent, she's a bit unique because she married into the royal family in particular. Since royalty needs to feel important, they get their own rules that are a bit different from the rest of the nobility. The only ones with a claim to the name Targaryen are those born to a man with that name. The title of Queen is never attached to a specific House. Alicent’s formal title isn’t “Queen Targaryen,” nor is it “Queen Hightower,” it is simply “Queen Alicent.” But even if she'd married a Lord, she could very well still be known by the name Hightower.

[thaliajoy-blog]

My Asoiaf Tarot Plan !

Major Arcana

0 - The Fool : Jon Snow

I - The Magician : Bran/Bloodraven

II - The High Priestess : Melisandre

III + IV - Empress & Emperor : Daenerys ×2

V : The Hierophant : Ned Stark

VI : The Lovers : Jon & Dany (?)

VII - the Chariot : Arianne Martell

VIII - Strength : Brienne of Tarth

IX - The Hermit : Stannis Baratheon

X - Wheel of Fortune : Tyrion Lannister

XI - Justice : Jaime Lannister

XII - Hanged man : Theon Greyjoy

XIII - Death : The Others

XIV - Temperance : Ellaria Sand

XV - The Devil : Euron Greyjoy

XVI - The Tower : Rhaegar Targaryen/Elia Martell/Lyanna Stark

XVII - The Star : Jon Connington

XVIII - The Moon : Arya Stark

XIX - The Sun : Sansa Stark

XX - Judgement : Oberyn Martell

XXI - World : Carved table of Dragonstone + Littlefinger & Varys OR woman representing Westeros

Minor Arcana

1) Suit of Cups (House Stark) - also Suit of Fangs

Ace of Cups : Catelyn Tully Stark

Queen of Cups : Jeyne Westerling

King of Cups : Robb Stark

Page of Cups : Rickon Stark

Knight of Cups : Wyman Manderly & granddaughters

2) Suit of Pentacles (House Baratheon) - or Suit of Antlers

Ace of Pentacles : Gendry Waters

Queen of Pentacles : Selyse Florent

King of Pentacles : Robert Baratheon

Page of Pentacles : Shireen Baratheon

Knight of Pentacles : Davos Seaworth

3) Suit of Wands (House Tyrell) - also Suit of Thorns

Ace of Wands : Olenna Redwyne Tyrell

Queen of Wands : Margaery Tyrell

King of Wands : Renly Baratheon

Page of Wands : Megga, Alla & Elinor Tyrell

Knight of Wands : Loras Tyrell

4) Suit of Swords (House Lannister) - also Suit of Claws

Ace of Swords : Tywin Lannister

Queen of Swords : Cersei Lannister

King of Swords : Joffrey Baratheon

Page of Swords : Tommen & Myrcella Baratheon

Knight of Swords : Gregor & Sandor Clegane

Additional suits !

[sailorshadzter]

Jonsa Abelard and Heloise AU (basically a teacher AU set in medival times)

not gonna lie

this just gave me an excuse to write somethign spicy lol

so thanks anon & sorry this has been in my inbox so very long!!!

send me prompts

The princess is beautiful.

Jon has tutored many noble born girls and boys alike, but never before a young woman nearly grown. In truth, she doesn’t seem to be all that much younger than he is, save a year or two. But there she sits at the table in the solar, with wide blue eyes the color of the sky when it’s just rained and long red hair that she wears loose, a few braids pinned into place to give her a windswept look that steals the breath from his lungs. “Princess,” he finally greets when he finds his voice, offering her a quick bow as a smile curves upon her lips.

“You must be Jon,” she replies with a Northern accent he’s only heard a few times before. It’s not everyday that a Stark comes South, after all. She’s come to seal a marriage treaty between the newly independent North and South, the former King Robert having betrothed his son and heir Joffrey to her before his death. In an effort to secure peace for the kingdoms, the betrothal was confirmed by both the King in the North, her brother, and the newly crowned Jofffey. Jon has grown up alongside Joffrey all of these years, bastard born as he was, a ward of Robert Baratheon from the hands of Rhaegar Targaryen himself. Jon knows well enough that the only reason he’s even alive today is because of the love Robert Baratheon bore both Ned Stark, his uncle, and Lyanna, his mother. They were cousins, in truth, he and this princess. Proving himself from a young age to be intellectual, in both battle and academics, he was put into Joffrey’s household, likely in hopes to make a man out of his heir… But, as most people have learned, there’s no changing Joffrey. Now that they’ve both grown, Jon has become the palace teacher, his usual students the young Prince Tommen and Princess Mrycella, along with a handful of other noble’s children. 

And that was how he found himself where he was now, to tutor the newly arrived Princess of the North, Sansa Stark. He’s been told her education in the North was typical of any noble born girl, but the crown wishes to see for themselves, he assumes to ensure that she’s been as well bred as they claim her to be. “Aye, I am, my lady,” he says, approaching the table to set down the load of books he carries. “They say I am to be your teacher.”

Again she smiles, tilting her head so that her hair cascades across a shoulder. “So I’ve heard,” she replies, though if anyone asked for her opinion, there was little education this man could give her. Anyone that knew her knew she was a lady from three, a perfected curtsy before her fourth nameday could even come to pass. Her courtly manners were above reproach, far superior to even the most senior noble women of this court. Beyond that, her father had believed in education, even for his daughters, and so she had attended all the same lessons as Robb, excelling in all of them beyond even her older brother. “I hope to learn from you, ser.” She says sweetly, knowing better than to dare make a move against anyone in her husband-to-be’s circle. She’s known Joffrey all of a fortnight but she already knows well what she’s up against. 

It’s Jon’s turn to smile as he sinks down across from her, opening the top book.

And so their lessons will begin. 

[ x x x ]

Her breath comes in short, soft gasps, the feel of her grasping hands sending waves of pleasure rushing through him.

Jon can’t really say when this happened, but sometime after her marriage to the King took place, their lessons became anything but lessons. In truth, as he looks down at her, with her powder blue skirts up around her hips, head thrown back so her hair falls down her back, he can’t help but to laugh. Hearing him, she looks up, a perfectly sculpted brow arching with a silent question. “I just wonder who taught you to be so wonton,” he whispers as he leans over her, kissing her, cherishing the taste of her lips against his. He hates to think that she must share a bed with the tyrant King Joffrey, who certainly does not treat her as she deserves to be treated. Not in any sense. 

“Why, I imagine it was you,” she replies breathlessly as he runs a hand across the swell of her breasts, the neck of her gown pulled low to give him access. His other hand is sweeping lower, down past her hips which he cannot even find beneath the folds of her gown, instead to slip between the warmth of her inner thighs. They are in the very same solar they’ve spent many days within, the very same one they met in so many months ago; anyone could walk in and find their queen in such a state- perhaps that’s what made this all the more thrilling. “I believe it to be all you’ve taught me since we met,” she giggles, but a moan follows as he brushes his fingertips along her most sensitive of places. 

“Surely I’ve taught you something else,” he quips back, raising his own brow back at her, a grin on his lips. 

As her hands reach for the laces of his breeches, she’s peering up at him from beneath her lashes, weakening his knees with her lustful gaze. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, are twisting into a mischievous smile as she takes him into her palm. “There’s this,” she reminds him as she begins to move her hand in a way that has him throwing his head back instead, the sound of her given name falling from his lips more like a groan than speech. She loves to hear him say her name more than anything else. Especially like this. 

“That can’t be all,” he gasps when he’s so close to the edge that he must pull away, if only to position himself between her legs. When he’s inside of her, she’s softly crying out, hands in his hair, legs anchoring themselves around his hips, keeping him close. “I don’t remember this lesson,” he says, voice husky, gaze smoldering as he looks down at her, the roll of her hips against his a new move she’s never done before, but it’s one that has him breathless. 

A sly smile perches itself upon her lips, blue eyes dark. “Self taught,” she replies with a laugh and Jon cannot help but to think of her, alone in her chamber, thinking of him while she thinks of new ways to please him. That alone nearly undos him. “Jon!” She must sink her teeth into his shoulder to keep from crying too loudly as he increases his movements, every fluid movement sending shockwaves through her body. How he can do this to her, she’ll never understand, but she hopes it never will end. 

But, as always, it does come to an end, leaving them both panting, grinning, hands tangled together between them as he helps her to straighten her skirts. “I fear you’ve learned nothing,” he says when she’s standing on her own two feet, hands in her hair, pinning pieces back together, hoping it will look as it did when she left her rooms that morning. Her grin is his trophy and he leans in, slinging his arms around her hips so he can draw her in close. “Your lessons will simply have to continue.” 

“I apologize for being such an unfitting student,” she says, tilting her head back so his lips can find hers in a long, sweet kiss, one quite unlike all of the others they’ve been sharing this past hour. “I did try to warn you I was a slow learner.” He laughs, because she’s anything but, he tips his forehead against hers, breathing her in, realizing right then that what he felt for her went beyond what he’s ever felt for a woman in all of his life. “Perhaps we even must meet more often… So the lessons really… Sink in.” Her words bring a chuckle to his lips and he gives her a tender squeeze.

“I think I can arrange that,” he murmurs back, thinking of how little the King minds what his queen does, so long as she’s there on his arm for state dinners and on her throne beside him when he calls upon her to be there. His mistresses keep his bed warm enough that his once regular visits to her bed have dwindled to nothing, save for the once or twice a month to try and put a new heir in the royal cradle. Though, he’s yet to sire even a bastard, making many wonder if their king was not as potent as he thought himself to be. A worrisome thought, depending on who you asked. 

When the knock sounds on the door a short while later, they’re settled next to one another in an appropriate manner, a book open between them. It’s not a book of lessons, but rather a book he’d read and enjoyed, which she was now reading herself- despite the nature of their growing relationship, they do often find themselves holding delightful conversations over texts they’ve read, sometimes agreeing, sometimes not. “Your grace,” it’s her handmaiden Shae, who comes to fetch her back to her room, as she always does at the end of her hour with Jon. If anyone knows about the two of them, it’s Shae, who has often fixed her queen’s hair or helped her into a fresh gown before the evening meal. “My lord,” she nods at the man sitting beside her queen, though he stands up alongside her, as he should when the queen rises up. 

“Thank you for the lesson, as always, ser.” Sansa says with a pleasant smile, her blue eyes flashing as she steps around the table, the borrowed book tucked beneath her arm. “I look forward to our next one.” They share a single glance and then she’s gone, turning away so she can slip from the room, Shae on her heels.

When she’s gone, Jon sinks back into his chair and smiles, his hands still glowing with the warmth of her skin beneath his touch.

[red-riding-wood]

Drabble/Short Oneshot Requests

So, have been holding back on doing this because I still do have a oneshot req I need to complete, and so many WIPs it's outlandish. That being said, right now, since I'm reconditioning myself to write, it's very difficult for me to tackle those projects and get even a sentence in them at a time. So I'm sort of asking for your help in this in my theory that drabbles are a good medium and that they might help me get used to properly writing.

I'm currently comfortable writing MxF, FxF, and of course platonic relations. I tend to write angst or dark fics so nothing is off limits with me, but if you want to send in something fluffy I can try my best! Anything smutty will likely not be too "in-depth" given the length of drabbles.

I will most likely do these x reader and 2nd person unless otherwise specified.

You can send in:

A GIF or picture prompt

A written prompt (use any but I do have some good angst I found)

A lyric or song + character

A description of what you'd like if the request is more specific (though keep in mind I will be keeping these short)

Fandoms & Characters below!

- Peaky Blinders -

Tommy Shelby Arthur Shelby John Shelby Polly Gray Michael Gray Alfie Solomons Tatiana Petrovna Luca Changretta Aberama Gold

- Game of Thrones -

(since I'm not far in this there are only a couple characters that I feel confident writing for as of yet, since I know their spoilers updated) (underage characters will be aged up if the request is sexual)

Petyr Baelish Daenerys Targaryen Jaimee Lannister Cersei Lannister Tyrion Lannister Jorah Mormont Viserys III Targaryen Jon Snow Sansa Stark Arya Stark Robb Stark Catelyn Tully/Stark Tommen Baratheon Stannis Baratheon Ramsay Snow/Bolton Theon Greyjoy Yara Greyjoy Margaery Tyrell Bronn Brienne Melisandre

- Adrien Characters -

* ones I am more picky with because I have full stories planned out for them, so I might not do the request or might use my OC for said story depending on how the inspiration goes

Henry Barthes (Detachment) *Jack Driscoll (King Kong) Clive Nicoli (Splice) *Dmitri (The Grand Budapest Hotel) *Peter Whitman (The Darjeeling Limited) Jack Starks (The Jacket) Leo Kopernick (See How They Run) Frankie (American Heist) Bloom (The Brothers Bloom) Jack Grace (Love the Hard Way) Steven (Dummy) Harry (Oxygen) Charles Boone (Chapelwaite)

- Aidan Characters -

If you ask me to write an Aidan Gillen character that isn't on this list, odds are I will say yes, lol. I may just have to watch whatever the character is in because I've not seen much with him... yet.

- Far Cry 5 -

Jacob Seed John Seed Joseph Seed Faith Seed

[mybworlds]

Chapter 2: King’s Landing attack

Hello, well thank you to my few readers.

Pairing: The Hound x Sansa Stark

Chapter summary: Sansa is still a prisoner in King’s Landing, until Stannis Baratheon attacks King’s Landing and...

Chapter warnings: violence, blood. Some lines from George R. R. Martin "A clash of kings" book.

Thanks @vase-of-lilies for the banner

“You mew like a suckling babe,” his brother hissed at him. “Princes aren’t supposed to cry.”

“Prince Aemon the Dragonknight cried the day Princess Naerys wed his brother Aegon,” Sansa Stark said, “and the twins Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk died with tears on their cheeks after each had given the other a mortal wound.”

“Be quiet, or I’ll have Ser Meryn give you a mortal wound,” Joffrey told his betrothed.

Sansa remained silent as she had been ordered to, fearing for her life every day. Every day, she received a punishment for a wrong word, for a glance, or whether it was her brother Robb doing something. She always paid for her own or others' faults, whether they were minor or serious.

The narrow streets were lined by men of the City Watch, holding back the crowd with the shafts of their spears. Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks. Behind him came Ser Aron Santagar and Ser Balon Swann, bearing the king’s banners, the lion of Lannister and crowned stag of Baratheon.

So, it followed King Joffrey, with Sansa trailing just behind him, her thick auburn hair flowing to her shoulders beneath a net of moonstones. Two of the Kingsguard flanked the couple, the Hound on the king’s right hand and Ser Mandon Moore to the left of the Stark girl.

Next came Tommen, snuffling, with Ser Preston Greenfield in his white armor and cloak, and then Cersei, accompanied by Ser Lancel and protected by Meryn Trant and Boros Blount. Tyrion fell in with his sister. After them followed the High Septon in his litter, and a long tail 314 of other courtiers—Ser Horas Redwyne, Lady Tanda and her daughter, Jalabhar Xho, Lord Gyles Rosby, and the rest. A double column of guardsmen brought up the rear. The unshaven and the unwashed stared at the riders with dull resentment from behind the line of spears. I like this not one speck, Tyrion thought. Bronn had a score of sellswords scattered through the crowd with orders to stop any trouble before it started. Perhaps Cersei had similarly disposed her Kettleblacks. Somehow Tyrion did not think it would help much. If the fire was too hot, you could hardly keep the pudding from scorching by tossing a handful of raisins in the pot. They crossed Fishmonger’s Square and rode along Muddy Way before turning onto the narrow, curving Hook to begin their climb up Aegon’s High Hill. A few voices raised a cry of “Joffrey! All hail, all hail!” as the young king rode by, but for every man who picked up the shout, a hundred kept their silence. The Lannisters moved through a sea of ragged men and hungry women, breasting a tide of sullen eyes.

Sansa observed, fearful, all the misery surrounding them, but most of all, she watched the faces of the starving and angry common folk. In just a few moments, the situation took a turn for the worse: to their left, three gold cloaks went down under the surge, and then the crowd was rushing forward, trampling the fallen men. The Hound had vanished behind, though his riderless horse galloped beside them. Tyrion saw Aron Santagar pulled from the saddle, the gold-and-black Baratheon stag torn from his grasp. Ser Balon Swann dropped the Lannister lion to draw his longsword. He slashed right and left as the fallen banner was ripped apart, the thousand ragged pieces swirling away like crimson leaves in a stormwind. In an instant they were gone. Someone staggered in front of Joffrey’s horse and shrieked as the king rode him down. Whether it had been man, woman, or child Tyrion could not have said. Joffrey was galloping at his side, whey-faced, with Ser Mandon Moore a white shadow on his left.

Sansa tried to break free, to escape from the enraged crowd. She lost the royal procession and, for a brief moment, thought she could return to the Red Keep on her own, believing no one would pay attention to her. But that wasn't the case, three men surrounded her. It was then that she understood something terrible was about to happen to her. She ran as fast as she could, but with little success. She found herself on the ground and dragged away by the men who pursued her.

Sansa screamed in fear, realizing their intentions. She screamed loudly, but none of those three seemed to hear her. Indeed, it seemed to excite them. In no time, their laughter turned into cries of pain: Sandor Clegane arrived to rescue her, eviscerating and slaying her attackers.

“It’s all right, little bird. You’re safe now!” he reassured her, pulling her to her feet and carrying her on his shoulders, he carried her back to the Red Keep. The young Stark feared she would vomit or faint during that journey, she saw severed arms and heads, blood along the streets of King's Landing, disembowelled bodies, scattered entrails.

The Hound finally took her inside the fortified walls and handmaidens surrounded her, the first to ask her how she was was Tyrion "Are you hurt, my lady?"

Sansa couldn't speak, too shaken by that horrible sight, it was Clegane who spoke.

“The little bird is bleeding,” he said. “Someone take her back to her cage and take care of her.”

Her handmaidens rushed to obey, leading Sansa away.

Sansa ate almost nothing that day or the following days, the experience she lived, had a profound impact on her. Master Frenken visits her every day, even Tyrion Lannister - the uncle of her future husband - often visited her, he was kind, it almost seemed like she could trust him, but then Sansa remembered that he was still a Lannister just as she remembered the words of the Hound "Look around and smell carefully: they're all liars here..." the Stark girl turned over in her bed, no, she couldn't trust Tyrion either.

Her betrothed never visited her, only her mother the Queen Regent, Cersei, had come once, told her to get well soon and then with a smirk she added she would blossom soon and not too soon after that moment, her son and Sansa could have married and then give birth future princes and princesses. If Sansa had heard these words months ago, she’d filled with pride and enthusiasm, but now? The idea troubled her deeply.

She no longer wanted to marry the Queen's son, her heart no longer beat for him, not after the horrors he subjected her to, not after he had her beaten, not after he continually threatened her with death. No, Sansa, he couldn't anymore.

He wanted to escape, but… how? When?

The Guards were everywhere, every corridor was always filled with one or more Guards, often the Hound or Ser Meryn roamed the corridors, no, Sansa just couldn't do it, not alone.

The moment came on a night without stars, on a night where the sky was a riot of colors that went from green to orange, from red to yellow with shades of emerald and jade, the air smelled of burning, Sansa had taking refuge in her rooms completely shrouded in darkness, only by opening the curtains she could observe all the colors reflected in the sky.

Sansa started to step back, she was scared, she intended to take advantage of that situation, but she had no idea exactly how to do it... someone coughed behind her and Sansa jumped and turned around. She saw him for a moment, all black and green, the blood on his face dark as tar, his eyes glowing like a dog’s in the sudden glare.

“What are you doing in my rooms?” she asked to the Hound.

“I’m going.”

“Going?”

“The little bird repeats whatever she hears. Going, yes.”

“Where will you go?”

“Away from here. Away from the fires. Go out the Iron Gate, I suppose. North somewhere, anywhere.”

“You won’t get out,” Sansa said. “The queen’s closed up Maegor’s, and the city gates are shut as well.”

“Not to me. I have the white cloak. And I have this.” He patted the pommel of his sword. “The man who tries to stop me is a dead man. Unless he’s on fire.” He laughed bitterly.

“You’d come with me.” he said, “I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.”

“With you?” Sansa asked again.

“The little birds just can't keep from repeating everything… what do you want to become one of those birds with colorful feathers?” he teased her.

“I'm not going with you.” Sansa said with a courage she didn't think she possessed "You are always so... harsh, mean... I don't..." the young woman stopped.

“Am I too cruel for Your Grace's delicacy?” Sandor asked, looking her straight in the eyes “I'm honest. It's the world that's cruel." he informed her roughly “The world is not made for pretty ones like you, the world is a cruel place, if you can’t protect yourself, then you die and someone else lives.”

The Hound suddenly grabbed Sansa by the wrist and Sansa groaned in fear, she feared he would kill her but instead the man just got close to her face and said "Come with me." it wasn't a question, it was just a statement, a statement said in a tone that Sansa had never heard before, or at least the Hound never used that tone of voice.

“I – I need to change.” Sansa only said.

"There's no time." saying these words, the man dragged her away with him.

The Hound moved with incredible speed and grace for a large man like he was, Sansa struggled to keep up with him, she almost had to run. When he opened the door that would allow them to reach the stables, the earth shook and everything around them began to catch fire, the men screamed. Sandor Clegane staggered for an instant in the face of those flames, then abruptly woke up and started running again. They bumped into fleeing men, screaming women, Sansa couldn't even understand who they were hitting just to reach their goal, suddenly something hit her head and Sansa lost consciousness...

Closing remarks... that's how things really went. Sansa should have runaway with the Hound even in the books and in the tv series. Agree or disagree?

Please let me know what you think. If you'd like, if you had questions or comments you could send either in the comments section or my inbox. If you don't like my story don't read, so please no rude comments towards the story, the people who like this story, or me.

Next chapter asap.

[bumblesimagines]

So, we're already onto season 3 of OBX which means Midnight Beach will soon be coming to either an end or a hiatus (haven't decided yet as this season left me underwhelmed and I don't have high expectations for next season). This means, we'll be moving onto another series once it's over and done with/put on pause.

That brings me to three series I have either halfway fleshed out (as in plot, relationships, etc) or completely fleshed out. Keep in mind that regardless of the end result, the TWD fic will happen sooner or later as I have muse for it and plan to subject you all to 11 seasons of it cause if I suffer, you suffer <3.

The Walking Dead / The Last Days

(Y/N) Morales and his longtime friend and work buddy, Glenn Rhee, find themselves fighting to survive in a world newly plunged into a zombie apocalypse. Due to the goodness of their hearts, they rescue a fella named Rick Grimes and their lifes become intertwined with his as they travel together and try to stay alive while battling both the dead and the living. Follow (Y/N) as he's forced to make tough decisions and try to form a new life for himself.

TW/CW: Violence, gun mentions, lots of cursing, descriptions of gore/death, mentions/talk of depression, typical warnings you'd expect from a zombie show and/or The Walking Dead, 11 seasons to go through

Tropes: Found Family, Opposites Attract, very brief enemies to lovers (twice w different ppl), Right person wrong time, Shared Trauma, obnoxiously long Slowburn, Grump x Sunshine, Death of many loved ones, Friends with Benefits

Endgame Romance: Daryl Dixon BUT he is the slowburn and right person wrong time (later on becomes right person right time) so (Y/N) forms romantic relationships with others throughout the fic including guys and gals because we stan a bi king.

Game of Thrones / The Youngest Hound

After being taken to King's Landing as a child by his brother Sandor Clegane to protect him, (Y/N) Clegane earns himself a reputation for being as ruthless and frightening as his older brothers. Assigned as the Sworn Shield to the young Prince Tommen, (Y/N)'s had the unfortunate luck of practically being part of the Lannister-Baratheon family. Due to his job, he accompanies the family to Winterfell where he first lays eyes on the naive Sansa Stark who he brushes off as just another vain lady. But fate has a funny sense of humor and after a series of events, he flees from King's Landing with her when King Joffrey is murdered. Follow (Y/N) as he deals with everything life throws at him and Sansa Stark.

TW/CW: This is such a dead dove do not eat fic. Violence, descriptions of death/gore, implied abusive brother (Gregor), Joffrey and Cersei are warnings alone tbh, abusive relationship/actions (Half the men Sansa interacts with), trauma, predatory behavior (Baelish, Cersei) typical GoT warnings honestly, 8 seasons to go through

Tropes: Brief Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Grump x Sunshine, Protector x Protectee/Bodyguard x Bodyguarded(?), Royalty, Opposites attract, Slowburn, Unrequited Love for a bit

Endgame Romance: Sansa Stark

Legacies / Forgotten Fairytale

Note: This will be rewritten from part 1 since this unfinished series makes me cringe when I read it. This does mean I'll be slowly getting around to finishing series that have been left uncompleted.

Sent to spy on the students at The Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted, (Y/N) (L/N) makes his presence known from day 1. Being a dragon-vampire hybrid with a sarcastic and often times mean personality, (Y/N) lands himself the bad boy role amongst the students and gets himself on the bad side of infamous Hope Mikaelson. However, he soon changes his tune and becomes a part of the Super Squad, although his many secrets make it hard for others to fully trust him.

TW/CW: Foul language, violence, mentions of things like demons and such, uhhhh yeah.

Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Slowburn, Right Person Wrong Time, Villain x Hero, Antihero x Hero, Shared Trauma, Unrequited Love (different character from love interests), Found Family, Bad Boy x Good Girl, slight Miscommunication

Endgame Romance: Hope Mikaelson BUT (Y/N) does have a serious romantic relationship before her

[saltnsugarbear]

Second Fandom List

a separate list of media and characters i will only write studies or fics for!

the only dynamics I will explore in these pieces are Character A x Character B or studies of a character and their interpersonal lives and dynamics with other characters

will also be updated and modified frequently to assure maximum accuracy!

specific tags

#sugar cube [ character study ]

#salt block [ dynamic study ]

Alien Romulus: rainandy sibling dynamic, rainkay

All for the Game: andriel, Fox line-up, Seth Gordon, jerejean, platonic catjean, platonic dynamics with Neil, platonic dynamics with the twins, most platonic dynamics you could think of

The Bear: tiffrichie, platonic sydcarmy (for now), sydluca, sydtina, carmyrichie dynamic, mikeyrichie dynamic,

The Boys: hughievictoria, homelanderryan, ryanbutcher,

Game of Thrones: Marcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Sandor Clegane, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark, Theon Greyjoy

House of the Dragon: Helaena Targaryen, rhaenicent, rhaesyria, Aegon the False King, Helaena and Rhaenyra dynamics, child swap au, alternate dynamics targ siblings

The Originals: Mikaelson sibling dynamic, klaushope dynamic, klaushayleyhope dynamic

Stranger Things: Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley,

Vampire Diaries: klauscaroline, Caroline Forbes,

Yellowjackets: all of the girls

[xxlilredshewolfxx]

❄️🔥Hey Everyone! ❄️🔥

Welcome to my first blog about A Song of Ice and Fire! This is primarily a Game of Thrones blog! Fire and Blood aka House of The Dragon (HOTD) is in my second asoiaf blog!! This blog is where I express my obsession with Game of Thrones and asoiaf!

🖤🕊️ Before you interact with this blog 🖤🕊️

Keep in mind that this blog is a pro-ship blog and it contains Dead Dove: Do Not Eat content . There are dark themes in this blog. The most noticable dead dove content in this blog would be incest, violence, torture, public executions, and arranged betrothals and marriages with what we consider to be underage people in modern day. But keep in mind this blog is true to the time period and does not shy away from a 13 year old Sansa being engaged to Joffrey or Tommen being married to Margaery Tyrell.

🥀🥀 The ships in this blog are: 🥀🥀 (the most common will be bold)

🦊 Sansa Stark x Sandor Clegane

❄️ Jon Snow aka Aegon VI Targaryen x Tormund Giantsbane

🐲 Daenerys Targaryen x Jon Snow aka Aegon VI Targaryen

🪻Gilly x Samwell Tarly

🎶 Rhaegar Targaryen x Lyanna Stark

⛈️ Daenerys Targaryen x Drogo

🦁Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth

🦑Theon Greyjoy x Ramsay Bolton

🗡️ Arya Stark x Gendry Baratheon

💜 Talisa Maegyr Stark x Robb Stark

🥶Jon Snow aka Aegon IV Targaryen x Sansa Stark

🍷Tyrion Lannister x Sansa Stark

💚 Jojen Reed x Brandon Stark

🏹 Joffrey Baratheon x Margaery Tyrell

🐈‍⬛Tommen Baratheon x Margaery Tyrell

🏔️ Eddard Stark x Catelyn Stark

🏜️ Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

🌹Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark

🐺 Sansa Stark x Daenerys Targaryen

🏖️ Ellaria Sand x Yara Greyjoy

💔 Joffrey Baratheon x Sansa Stark

🌸 Cersei Lannister x Jaime Lannister

🐉Viserys Targaryen x Daenerys Targaryen

❤️‍🔥Melisandre x Stannis Baratheon

🦌Renly Baratheon x Loras Tyrell

♟️ Petyr Baelish x Alayne Stone

🛡️ Robb Stark x Theon Geeyjoy

⚔️ Robb Stark x Jon Snow aka Aegon VI Targaryen

🐻 Jorah Mormont x Daenerys Targaryen

🐻‍❄️ Ygritte x Jon Snow aka Aegon VI Targaryen

🐼 Lyanna Mormont x Rickon Stark

🤎 Meera Reed x Brandon Stark

🩶 Meera Reed x Jojen Reed

🪵Meera Reed x Rickon Stark

🪶 Meera Reed x Robbin Arryn

🐦‍⬛Meera Reed x Lyanna Mormont

🖤🕊️ My Complete Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Content List: 🖤🕊️

🩸Blood/Gore

🪓Violence

🪚Torture

❤️‍🔥Public Executions

❣️Underage Marriage

💌 Underage Sexual Situations

💕 Age Gap Ships

💦 Incest Ships

😰 Toxic Relationships

..... There may be more later. But I believe that these are most likely the most prevalent.

📛 My Complete Do Not Interact List: ⛔

🔞 Minors DNI

💕 Anti-Proship DNI

🏳️‍🌈 Anti-LGBTQIA+ DNI

⛓️ Anti-Kink/Fetish/BDSM DNI

🫠 Anti-Sex Positive DNI

🕊️ Anti-Dead Dove Club DNI

🗝️ Gate Keepers DNI

[fanfictiongirlie]

A Song of Sun and Snow - Chapter Two

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Parings: Robb Stark x Baratheon Reader

Description: You and Robb Stark hated one another. Always had, always will. As the oldest daughter of Robert Baratheon, you had been engaged to Robb for as long as you could remember. He however had always thought of you as a southern bratty princess, and you had thought him as a arrogant jerk. You had reached your 18th name day a few months ago, and in a few weeks you'd be travelling to Winterfell to marry him.

Rating: Explicit (Eventually)

Words: 2,245

P.s: Just something I couldn't get out of my head. No use of Y/N. Only description of 'reader given: the fact that she doesn't look like Joff, Myrcella and Tommen (It's hinted she truly is Robert and Cersei's child) Not much though. Like one line. I wrote this in a different style to my usual style, using 2nd person. Hope it's okay. P.s there will be pregnancy in this, the 'reader' wants to have children. Also the ages are completely different in this fic then they are in the show/book.

In the morning, you dressed in a regal light pink dress, it was backless and moved perfectly with you. Your hair was done perfectly, your handmaid had done it so it flowed down your back with a few ringlets at the end. You walk into the dining hall seeing your family and the Starks. 

As you walked into the feast hall, Robb saw you and didn't take his eyes off you. He watched you walk across the room taking in the way your dress hugged your figure and the way your hair flowed in waves down your back. He felt his heart skip a beat as your legs seemed to go on for miles in that dress. 

You greeted your father, he smiled widely when he saw you, and insisted you sit with Robb, wanting to see the 'happy couple' together. In that moment you hated your father more than you already did, you tried to not roll your eyes and you took your seat by Robb. 

Robb smirked when he saw your displeased face when you were told to sit by him. He shifted in his seat and watched as you unhappily took a seat next to him, you avoided his eyes. You noticed as you sat your mother was staring at you, giving you a distasteful look, the two of you never got along, Joff sniggered as he noticed your discomforted, you'd be sure to hit him later for that. 

Robb shifted in his seat, looking at you more closely as he took in how beautiful you looked this morning, your hair fel in soft waves down your back, and your dressed hugged you wonderfully, emphasizing your elegant regalness. 

You ate your food quietly, avoiding conversations as you did so. Robb ate his food too, occasionally looking in your direction, his eyes would scan over you body, taking you in as he slowly ate. He was finding it harder and harder to keep his mind off how good you looked right now...And how soft he thought your skin might feel underneath that dress... He shook the thoughts from his mind... You were annoying, not beautiful... 

Soon you found yourself talking to Sansa, the younger girl was always sweet to talk too, she was over the moon for your wedding, despite being a lot younger than you, your little sister joined in on the conversation, she was miserable about having to miss your wedding, since it would be in Winterfell with the gods the Starks prayed too. Robb watched you, realising this might be the first time he had seen you without that annoyed look on your face...He thought you looked beautiful when you were relaxed and smiling. He took another drink as he continued to watch you, finding himself liking this more relaxed version of you... 

"Darling!" Your father's voice suddenly boomed through the hall "This morning, I'd like for you and Robb to go for a ride, just the two of you" He grinned happily to you, already close to drunk, you sighed quietly. Alone? With Robb? And he was alright with it? You thought to yourself. 

Robb sat in a state of surprise, he hadn't expected this, nor did you, from the look on your face. 

"Of course father" You answer, faking happiness, though the idea of being with your horse made you happy. Robb finished his meal and drank the last of his ale before he got up and held his arm out for you. 

You huff and take his arm, standing up. His arm felt strong against yours, he had a stupid smirk on his lips. He led you out of the room and outside into the courtyard. You reached the stables and you walked straight to your horse; Parsley. You stroked his mane and rested your head against his. 

Robb smiled softly at you, he watched as your annoyance seemed to melt away as you relaxed with your horse. You climbed onto your horse with no issues and waited for Robb to mount his. 

Robb mounted his horse quickly, with another glance in your direction and a slight shake of his head, he rode off, into the direction of the forest clearing behind the castle, signaling you to follow. You followed him, riding your horse faster than his. You finally reached the place you wanted to visit most before leaving to Winterfell, it was a small clearing beyond the forest, there was a small lake and was completely surrounded by trees. It was peaceful. 

You stopped and climbed off Parsley and brought him to the water. Robb finally caught up and dismounted his horse. He looked over to you seeing happiness on your face and admiring how the light of the sun made your hair glow. He took another look around and spotted a large rock in the middle of the clearing, he took a seat on it and gestured for you to come sit as well. 

You sat by him, smoothing your dress down as you did. Robb looked over to you, for a while neither of you spoke. He broke the silence after watching you smile up at the sun with your eyes closed for a bit. 

"You look happier here"

"I feel happier here, away from the castle" You admit quietly. He didn't reply for a moment, instead he just watched you as you looked out at the open forest in front of you. He looked out over the horizon as well, before turning his eyes back to you. 

"So you don't enjoy feasts and parties?" He asked. 

"No.." You admit "I guess I don't"

He chuckled, surprised that there was something else he and you had in common for once. "You'd rather be out here, riding your horse and enjoying the open air?"

"Yes, but unfortunately I'll always be the princess" You say quietly. He nodded, understanding what you were saying. He'd often preferred being out here too, but he was the elder son and future Lord of Winterfell. He'd always know that a lot of responsibility would be on his shoulders. He didn't know what to say, so he kept looking out at the open forest and the open air, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you. 

"Suppose I'll have to find somewhere like this in Winterfell" You muse quietly, knowing that soon this would no longer be your happy place, you had heard Winterfell was surrounded by forests and beauty, you'd find a new happy place. He heard your quiet comment and chuckled again, turning to look at you. 

"The North is different, but it's beautiful, no less. There's plenty of forests like this all around Winterfell and around the Stark land in general. You'll find plenty of places like this princess. Plenty of quiet and open lands for you to ride across" He spoke softly to you, something he had never done. 

"Let's hope" You say quietly, the sun warming your skin "I hate the cold" You add thinking of how harsh the weather will be in Winterfell. The smirk returned to his face as you said that. 

"Oh I'm sure I'll find plenty of ways to keep you and your delicate southern body warm in Winterfell"

You roll your eyes at his words, there he was, the boy you hated, you scoff loudly at him. 

"Nauseating" 

Robb chuckled again, but it was with an amused tone. He found your attitude towards him amusing for some reason, normally he'd be annoyed, but no longer.. 

"Aww princess, you don't like the thought of me keeping you warm and cosy in the North?" He chimes, laughing slightly. You roll your eyes again and get up from the rock, walking back over to your horse. 

He followed you, not wanting to leave yet, he walked over and put an arm our, catching your wrist and stopping you from walking away. 

"Don't touch me, Stark!" You hiss. He laughed as you hissed, the sound of annoyance in your voice again. He didn't let go of your wrist, but he didn't pull you closer either. He kept his hand where it was, but his face remained neutral as he looked down at you. 

"Why not, princess?"

"Because I don't want your hands on me"

He smirked again at your angry tone, he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at you, trying hard not to laugh again. 

"If we're going to married, you'll have to get use to my hands on you at some point, you know that, right?" He asks. 

"Fuck you" You hiss again, pulling your arm away from him, you go back to your horse and mount him, turning to ride home. He laughs loudly at your choice of words. He shakes his head, amused at your behaviour, but he can't shake the thoughts of having his hands all over your body... 

You rode faster than him, not wanting him close to you. That moment in the clearing you felt like you both connected, but of course he ruined it. He caught up with you in no time, speeding slightly ahead, he steered his horse in front of you, stopping you both. 

"Let me pass" You yell. 

Robb smirked at your words, seeing the annoyance over your face did something to him. Perhaps it always affected him, only this time he acknowledged it. He didn't budge, he slowly looked you up and down, his smirk widening. 

"What do you want?" You huff. 

"Just wondering what you're running away for...Didn't you have a good time in the forest princess?" 

"No" You answer, not sounding completely convincing "I didn't"

He smirked again, not believed you. He knew you enjoyed it, he remembered the relaxed and happy look over your face. 

"That's a lie princess..You were enjoying yourself until I said that thing about keeping you warm and cosy in the North. Why does that bother you so much?" He asks, his head cocking to the side, he knew why. 

"Because you're a dick" 

He barks out a laugh at your insult. "Ouch, that hurts princess. Here I was trying to be friendly and you insult me like that"

"You were being a creep, Stark"

He smirked again. That smirk would be the reason you punch him one day, you were sure. Even when you insulted him, Robb found your annoyance and anger cute... And it didn't help that he kept looking at your body in that light pink dress that clung to you so well. 

"You're going to be my wife...Do you really think I won't be putting my hands on you once we're married, princess?" 

"I'm trying not to think of it" You answer, rolling your eyes. He laughs at your words and the look on your face as you said them only made him more excited about everything he was going to do to you once you were his wife. 

"Oh princess, you should be thinking about it. I know I am..." 

You roll your eyes and start running your horse back to the castle. 

"Running away again, princess?" He calls. You ignore him and finally arrive back in the stables. He catches up and once you're both off your horses he takes hold of your wrist again, stopping you from walking away from him. 

"We're not married yet, you don't have permission to touch me!" You snap, pulling at your wrist. He pulls you closer to him by your wrist, still keeping a strong grip on it. He towered over you, looking down at your face, taking in the beautiful look of annoyance on your face. 

"Oh, I'll be doing plenty of touching once I marry you, princess..."

"Don't make me vomit" You sneer as you pull your wrist away from him. He smiled and let go of you, placing his hand on your hip instead, pulling you against his body. 

"Aw princess, you're so cute when you're angry"

"Get off me, Stark"

He laughs again, his hand on your hip getting tighter. He leans down, so that his face was closer to yours, your noses bumped lightly. His eyes looked from your own eyes to your lips. 

"You know, you look really beautiful when you're all flustered and annoyed like this princess"

"Please...stop" You whisper. 

He moves away from you face and to the side of you face, so he could whisper in your ear. 

"Stop what, princess?" 

"Stop touching me... I don't want your hands on me...If someone sees" You whisper, your voice a little shaky. You knew he wouldn't touch you, not really, he wouldn't bring that scandel onto you. But it didn't mean you were any less scared in this moment. He smiled at you, his other hand moving to your hip, holding you possessively against him. He spoke quietly, but his voice still sounded deep and gruff as he was so close to you. 

"Why not princess? You don't want anyone seeing us like this? How does it feel, huh? Having my hands on you, holding you tight against me like this?"

"Get off me" You say, struggling to move your body. 

"Don't struggle, princess... I think you like having my hands on you, why else would you get all flustered?" 

"Because, you piss me off, Stark" You say and you move your hands to his chest, pushing him with all your strength. He took a half-step back as you pushed, taken by surprise. By the time he regained his footing, you had run off. 

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Tommen hesitated in front of Lady Sansa’s chambers with his mouth set in an uncertain frown.

i’ve fallen out of favor

He guessed himself near the top of her list of people she did not want to see, but the will to provide her some small comfort, an apology on behalf of his older brother, led him to her door.

It would be a futile attempt, he was sure of it, but he at least had to try. Lady Sansa deserved the respect that was the effort of at least one person made on her behalf. He was still a boy, but he had matured enough to understand exactly how severely she was being treated at the mercy of his family.

The shock of seeing first-hand how her skin was cut open and bruised at his brother’s command had frozen Tommen to the center of his core. He was unable to move then, unable to look away from the humiliation and sadism inflicted onto pretty, pliant Lady Sansa. The same Sansa who he had always blushed at the sight of when she had first arrived to King’s Landing. His shy looks and reddened cheeks had faded into averted gazes and expressions of shame over time. He always knew how she was treated, and yet he did nothing. Not that he could do much, but he could try. No one ever tried for her.

and i’ve fallen from grace

His eyes fell and blurred out of focus as he watched the ground, sinking deeper into the darkness that had cloaked itself around him as if he were a maiden marrying the Stranger himself. He was drowning in the miseries that moved through the stone walls of King’s Landing, ghosts of the sorrows elicited from the innocents that had been down on their good fortunes enough to end up there. He couldn’t take it. It was a cursed place, a hell in itself. If he could hardly tolerate the sinister ambience of it, the relentless loneliness he often found himself spiraling further and further down into, then he could only imagine how Lady Sansa was faring, for she wasn’t a prince as he was. Quite the opposite, unfortunately. She was a prisoner, and her captors offered not a shred of mercy.

fallen out of trees

No, he would change that by offering his mercy. He would put forth his greatest efforts to show her she wasn’t alone.

Should he ever get the chance, should Joffrey ever travel or fall, he would show her the humanity a king ought to have as Protector of the Realm.

Before he could lose his courage, he knocked on her door. He swallowed nervously and stared down at his feet as he shifted the small animal in his arms. He was often severely mocked for his love of animals, but he was sure Sansa would treasure such a companion, for there was no trust to be doubted when it came to a pet. Animals held no ulterior motives or knowledge of trickery.

Clearing his throat, he gently announced himself when she questioned him behind her door, a pang of grief on her behalf shooting through him at the clear sound of terror in her voice.

She opened the door slowly, her head tilted downwards as she stepped back along with her door to allow him entrance. She greeted him hesitantly and struggled to look at him respectfully as she spoke, her eyes flicking between his face and the floor. Tommen pressed his lips together in indecision as he glanced between her and the door. It would be improper to be alone together in such a way, but if Joffrey caught word of him visiting her chambers..

and i’ve fallen on my face

He swiftly stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He held his free hand up in a submissive motion when he had closed it a bit too hard, causing Sansa to stumble back a couple of steps. Her blue eyes were wide on him now, her shoulders rising and falling with her panicked breaths. He had always been kind to her, but he could practically read the thoughts behind her eyes that spelt out her worries that he had started to develop Joffrey’s taste for torment.

“No, no! It’s okay, lady Sansa. I only came to speak with you. Is that.. Is that alright?”

Watching her warily, Tommen chewed the inside of his cheek as Sansa’s chin jerked up slightly as she struggled to swallow. She pulled at her fingers before forcing them down and bowing her head respectfully.

“My Prince need not ask, for I only wish to please him.”

He frowned and itched to go to her, to comfort her with assuring words. He kept his feet planted. She was too afraid, and he did not want to intimidate her further. He remembered the kitten tucked under his arm with care and held it out in front of him. He extended his arms as he watched her eyes, moving his own to the squirming cat and back to her in communication.

Relief settled his worries a bit when he saw the faint way her eyes lit up for a small, hopeful moment before she studied his face, attempting to read his expression as she feared him making a jest at her expense. He still didn’t move or direct her to take him, she received enough direction as it was, and instead waited as she slowly came to him. She worried at her lip, glancing up at him several times before taking the kitten in her hands and holding him close to her chest and over her heart. 

Her soft hands had trembled when they had brushed against his own, dragging his shame down even lower.

out of windows too

“Tommen.” He cleared his throat, looking beside her as he clasped his arm behind his back and bounced slightly on the balls of his feet. “Please. I’m.. not here to be your prince. I thought you may be lonely, and if you get nightmares as I do.. well he will surely protect you.” He wasn’t sure how to go about his apology properly.

What could he possibly say that would be the least bit adequate?

“You’re.. You’re giving him to me, your-” she cut off awkwardly and shifted in uncertainty. “Tommen? I am afraid I am not worthy of your gifts. I am the daughter of a traitor, and nothing I do will cleanse my traitor’s blood.”

His chest ached and he squeezed his arm, still unable to meet her eyes. His grandfather had always been so firm in his lessons regarding loyalty to one’s family. It was hard hear her speak such words that she had been trained to say if she hoped to avoid even harsher beatings than those of which she already received.

“You don’t have to say those things to me, Lady Sansa. As I said, I am not here as your prince. I’m here as.. your friend mayhaps. I’m lonely too.” Tommen was surprised and embarrassed at himself when he heard the break in his voice as he admitted his loneliness. He swallowed his emotion down quickly before clearing his throat again and forcing himself to look at her face, hoping to conjure an encouraging expression. “He is the most behaved of my kittens, and he doesn’t get into trouble like his sister. It would be wiser if he didn’t draw attention to himself, as I would not like him to be used against you.. or hurt like some of my other pets have. I know you had a pet before you came. Your wolf. He’s definitely not a wolf, but.. He is grey and white. Your house colors.” He closed his mouth to keep from going on, bouncing on the balls of his feet once more. He hoped she would trust him, or at least allow him the chance to earn her trust. He wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t. He didn’t think he would be able to trust him if he were in her place. Should he really have reminded her of her dead wolf, especially seeing as the creature’s blood remained on his own mother’s hands? Probably not, no.

He remembered he had cried when he had learned of Lady.

“My house col.. He’s your kitten? I - I couldn’t possibly.. I would feel awful. I’m sure you love him very much.” Sansa was holding the kitten close to her neck before she stepped closer to him, carefully prying the small animal off of her to offer him back.

fell in your opinion

Watching her with a sincere expression, Tommen stepped away while holding his hands up in decline. He was struck by her words regarding his feelings. Why did she care if he loved the kitten? She didn’t owe him any thought. She shouldn’t be considerate of his feelings, not after everything. “I want you to have him,” he insisted before smiling with encouragement. “He will remind you to be strong, as you have to take care of him now. He needs you, just as you him.”

when i 

Sansa stared at him with her alarmingly blue eyes, big and full of caution. She slowly brought the kitten back up to the crook of her neck where he eagerly resettled himself and Sansa slightly angled her head so the kitten was tucked under her chin. “Thank you, Tommen..” Her words were soft, and he could tell she meant them, though there was still doubt in her voice. She watched him with a wariness that he could read well, as he had felt the same towards his cruel brother when he feared Joffrey would snatch whatever kindness he chose to offer away as he always did in his cruel way of teasing. Despite his wariness, Tommen had still foolishly fell for his brother’s tricks every time for far too long. He would never do that to anyone, especially not Sansa. She was too good and too pretty.

Too innocent.

“I’m so..” He started, flushing with embarrassment when his voice wavered and dropped into thickness as emotion captured it. “I’m so sorry, Sansa. I know.. I know you must hate me after all my family has done to you. I would hate me too. I would.. never be able to handle what you have.. never be able to stand tall and face them day after day. Joffrey torments me, but.. I just am sorry, and I want you to know that I would never hurt you. I can’t.. help you in the way that I would like. I’m helpless to be of any aid, but.. I thought..” Tommen cut off, inhaling slowly as he became more frustrated with himself. He was a man, and Sansa was a lady who deserved his apologies. He should be able to speak to her with sureness so she knew him sincere. She deserved that. “It is my duty to protect you as prince. I’ve failed you, and I offer you my most honest apologies.”

“I know you aren’t like them,” she told him, a vulnerable sound of mourning laced into her tone. Sansa was allowing him a glimpse at her deeper emotions, deeper than only the emotions of fear and forced obedience that she usually showed. “Please don’t apologize. I - I want to be your friend too. I’d like that. I need a friend.”

fell in love

Tommen inhaled sharply, relief and happiness spreading through him like a hot drink on a chilly night. He closed his eyes for a moment, nodding as a smile spread over his face. “Good. Thank you. Mayhaps one day you will fully trust me. I do not expect you to now, but I am determined to earn it.”

Without receiving a reply, Tommen let out his breath in a satisfied huff, looking around her chambers while clasping his hands together. He bit at his lower lip, determined to not fall into an awkward silence. He began to turn and ask what sort of books she liked after spotting a few on her desk, but his words were cut off in a surprised choke of a noise when he found himself in Sansa’s embrace, his gift to her pressed between them. He frowned in reverency and understanding, clutching her to him in return. He felt his emotion draw up his throat again, realizing just how lonely he had truly been. It was so sweet to finally have a friend.

Tommen quickly learned just how intelligent Sansa was as he continued to visit her, funny as well. His mother often claimed her head to be empty, but then again his mother rarely had anything kind to say about most other women. His friend enjoyed many of the same things that he did it, and Tommen was elated with how easy it was to get on with her. He did not think himself very creative to come up with a new activity had they not shared any common interests, so he was relieved they were so alike. After all, they were limited in their freedom. She was not hard to entertain, and he found his self-esteem improve each time she was in his company. She didn’t pretend to be amused with him, didn’t pretend to laugh at his poor attempts at humor, didn’t call him girlish for enjoying stories and histories or music. He didn’t have to pretend to be a bigger man than he was, a man at all on that matter. They were both only children, children forced into adulthood years before they were ready.

They were children, but the best thing about Sansa was that she didn’t treat him as a child the way everyone else did.

with you

Sansa was a bit older than him, but still she treated him as though he were her equal. He wasn’t forced to brush off any formal, meaningless courtesies that everyone was demanded to offer him as prince, nor was he spoken down to and patronized by her as if he were an incompetent toddler. He had always been the baby of the family, despite how he was aging. Admittedly, he didn’t exactly work on portraying himself otherwise. Never confident enough to stand against his mother’s view of him, he remained quiet and small in the background. Not that he wanted attention, but he’d rather not be treated as an idiot. His wolf friend was feeding him the respect he had always craved for his confidence to grow. Mayhaps he would be able to stand a bit prouder as he further grasped at his own control over his identity. He could only hope he was encouraging her at taking steps towards her former self. Actually, he could see that he was. Every time he came to visit her he found her eyes a bit brighter, her teasing a bit more liberal. Still a perfect lady, somehow Sansa kept her poise and grace while still being carefree and lighthearted at the same time. At first she had been quite hesitant around him, covering her breathy laughter with her hand and occasionally flinching when he moved too quickly, but it did not take too long for that to pass. He had feared that her spirit had been broken into far too many pieces, making her unable to relax completely around him and truly treat him as her friend. Evidently he had underestimated the strength of her light. She was far too strong to have it stomped out, far stronger than himself.

“I think you would make a wonderful king, Tommen.” Her eyes had met his own, the endless blues of them strangling his attentions and holding them at their mercy. She was not habitually responding to his offhanded comment about how everyone would snort and giggle in secret if he had been the one crowned king rather than Joffrey simply out of expected politeness. No, she was looking at him with pressing sincerity, a small amount of fierceness in her gaze almost as if she were angry with him for saying what he did. “You’re better than Joffrey in every way imaginable. You’re much smarter, far more clever. You’re fair.. You’re merciful. A king should be merciful.”

“I am not strong.” His eyes avoided hers as he protested, though his chin had slightly tilted up. “A king should be strong. Firm. He should be able to make difficult decisions and stand up to his enemies.”

sometimes i wish for falling

“You are strong! Far stronger than Joffrey.” She growled the negative remarks toward Joffrey in a lower tone, careful of possible listening ears near her chambers. “His grace cowers at his own shadow, but of course only after giving it his empty threats as he always does to create the illusion of strength. He trembles before anyone with the smallest amount of power, which is everyone but me and other women who are helpless and scared.. and you. But you aren’t helpless, only scared. You don’t have to be scared. You have power. You’re the prince. You’ve seen Joffrey, he screams that he’s the king but he rarely has the power to do what he likes! You don’t have to shrink back from him. Don’t let him hurt you anymore, Tommen. You aren’t one of his playthings.. Leave that role to me. Stop allowing them to make you feel little. Outside of those in my family, you’re the best man I’ve ever known.”

wish for the release

Stunned at her words, Tommen simply stared at her. An odd shiver of adrenaline went through him, and he was a bit embarrassed at the way his body made a show of it. He tilted his head slightly, going over and considering her words, her praises. Her encouragement was sincere, he had known that much. He could easily tell when she was lying by that point, could tell when her words of admiration were false when said in that monotone voice she used when falling into her mask of the submissive prisoner. Her voice had not been hollow and her eyes had been filled with honesty. She thought so highly of him, she had called him a man. It meant a great deal to him, but he wasn’t sure he deserved it.

“You’re not his plaything Sansa. That’s only what he thinks you are. You’re stronger than you think as well. Joffrey throws a tantrum at the smallest things.. where you act as though you’ve received not even a scratch from your time here. You’re a wolf and always will be, no matter how much they try to skin you. Though, I will say I see just a bit of lion in that smirk of yours.” He grinned at the way she had given him a squinting look at his claim, but she did have quite the proud smirk whenever she would beat him at a game or prove him wrong in facts of history or literature. “You would have made a better princess than Margaery.”

wish for falling through the air

She gave him a challenging look of amusement. “Thank you for your sweet words, my most gallant knight, but I do know you’re exaggerating. We both know Margaery will make a flawless queen. Besides, I could never ruin any of my dresses how I heard she did.”

Tommen laughed at her overacted horror on the topic of ruined gowns before pursing his lips and shrugging. “I’m biased towards my best friend. I can’t help it.”

She shook her head, a smile playing at her lips. He couldn’t hold back his boyish blush when she leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

to give me some relief 

“I see you have one of my knights guarding the Stark girl’s chambers,” his grandfather drawled to him in passing one day. “I was informed it was you who made the order.”

Indeed, he had. He couldn’t trust the shameless knights who had beaten his friend to tears one too many times. Tommen had no idea how they managed, as she had wept to him only days before, and Seven Hells. He was sure her tears could break even the strongest of men.

because falling is not the problem

“I did.” He tipped his chin up slightly as he clasped his arm behind his back, forcing himself to be sure in his words, steady. “She is a lady from a very, very old house who thousands are fiercely loyal to. She is valuable, too valuable to be treated as though she is Joffrey’s toy. Surely my brother ought to know that as king, but I suppose it has slipped his mind, busy as he has been protecting the realm and whatnot.”

He inwardly winced at his boldness. Had he forgotten he was talking to Tywin Lannister?

“I agree.”

Tommen blinked back his shock before quickly bowing his head in respect. “I thought you would. I always try to take what I can from paying attention to you, grandfather.”

when i’m falling i’m in peace

“Careful, Tommen. You’re beginning to sound as though you’ve finally stopped nursing from your mother’s breast.”

There were two Lannister knights guarding Sansa’s chambers the next evening he had gone to see her.

Much too quickly after Sansa was freed from the engagement to his brother, she had been engaged to his uncle.

He was heartbroken for his friend when he had learned of the betrothal. He was so old, so different from his Sansa. She was a lady, modest and proper, where Tyrion was infamous for his reputation with whores. The bedding.. Nausea swept over him at the thought as well as an odd pang of jealousy and possessiveness, catching him a bit off guard.

it’s only when i hit the ground 

Well of course, he supposed. Spending enough time in a woman’s company would lead to at least a little affection. She was still his best friend, and he would never want to disrespect her by looking at her in a way she didn’t deserve, but she was developing as a young woman. She had always been a stunningly pretty girl, but as of recent.. Gods she was beautiful. Such a face was unfair to the rest of the women in the world. Tommen couldn’t help but think on how he would have made a much better husband, but he knew his grandfather’s intent was to tie a Stark to the Lannisters.

Tommen was called a Baratheon.

Yes, he was called a Baratheon. However, as of late his doubts only grew, just as the rumours did. He tried to avoid exploring the speculation regarding his parentage, but it still stuck in the back of his mind, disturbing him more and more. He was at the point where he leaned towards what the people thought rather than the claims of his family, gods knew they weren’t above lying no matter the severity of the cost should they be discovered in their many treacheries.

He was naive, yes, but he was neither deaf nor blind.

it causes all the grief

Too soon, the wedding came along. Tommen tried his best to keep his emotions under control for his friend’s sake. He was fearful for her, but he cared about her happiness more so than his own. He knew if he portrayed his worries it would only cause Sansa’s to triple. The two of them fed into one another, and he had to feed her composure, no matter how false it may be, just as he would gladly take on her distress in exchange.

Of course she looked lovely, breathtaking as ever, but he disliked the amount of Lannister colors on her, especially seeing that it was much more common for the bride to wear colors of her own house, but he was less than shocked that there was very little influence of her house in her attire. Of course she would have never been awarded the smallest freedom of wearing Stark colors on her wedding day, a wedding she had no say in to a man horrendously older than her, horrendously unsuited for her. The sept may just very well collapse if the wolf bitch were permitted to wear her traitor Stark colors despite the fact that they were breeding her traitor blood into the all superior line of House Lannister.

Tensed, his vision unfocused and refocused when he watched on as his vile brother whispered in Sansa’s ear.

Why had the Gods forced upon him an evil bastard to call a brother?

this is a song

Unfortunately, Sansa becoming a Lannister did not end Joffrey’s lust for her torment, and not long after the wedding Tommen found himself frozen stiff and watching on as his brother ordered Sansa’s skin to be marred, cut open by a sword.

“Nothing too deep,” the King leered. “Just deep enough to scar. I want her honored with the King’s art displayed on her body.”

It was as though water had filled his ears as all sounds around him were drowned out, replaced only with a horrid ringing sound. He couldn’t.. Tyrion.. Where was Tyrion? Where was his useless uncle? Where was Sansa’s bloody husband?

for a scribbled out name

Tommen’s eyes focused on the blade being drawn, the ringing only growing louder. He was near certain that his heart would inflict bruising inside his chest with the way it was pounding against it.

No.

“Stop.”

It wasn’t frantic, his command, it wasn’t a panicked cry. No, it was a strong order. An order the knight followed, looking to him and then to Joffrey whose head snapped in Tommen’s direction in such a violent jerk one may have feared his neck to snap in two.

“What did you say, baby brother? Did you have something to add? More to her punishment, mayhaps? As surely there would be nothing else worth intercepting your King’s orders.”

“You have power. You’re the prince.”

“I won’t allow her to be mutilated, your grace. It is not appropriate to abuse our uncle’s wife in such a way, nor is it appropriate to heinously scar a woman from a noble house that is over eight thousand years old and has thousands of loyal followers who I strongly doubt would care to see their lady shredded as you would have her simply for your own entertainment. Many, many more loyal followers, I must point out, than the crown has at this point in time, your grace. Surely you know that, and I only need remind you because you have been much too busy protecting the realm that such things have slipped your mind.”

There was a remarkable silence then, everything and everyone frozen in time, before Joffrey’s face began to screw up and redden after he processed his words. At his reaction, Tommen quickly and firmly ordered the two Lannister guards to escort Sansa out of the court’s witness and away from the king and his knights.

that my love keeps writing

It was almost humorous the way Joffrey gaped after her as she was taken safely away by his grandfather’s knights after she had given her soft and formal words of thanks. He almost looked like a fish with the way he gaped, a red and fuming fish. Tommen might have laughed if he hadn’t been struck breathless with his shock towards the words that had slipped from his own lips, might have laughed had he not been paling with the illness that slowly crept upon him in apprehension of the consequences that his outburst would bring both him and Sansa, especially Sansa.

“You can’t-”

“He did.”

Tommen’s eyes had slid to Tywin before his head had as his grandfather promptly silenced Joffrey’s seething fit before it had started.

“I am quite sure he just displayed more power than you have during your ruling in its entirety, and as king, as you so fondly proclaim yourself often, you did nothing to stop it.” Tywin held up his hand at Joffrey’s spluttering as he desperately tried to push out whatever furious nonsense of a retort he had come up with. “The prince is correct, and I’d advise you to be grateful for his counsel. We’ve enough tension with the North as is. The crown can do without whatever further issues you may have caused should the prince not have educated you in simple politics.”

again and again

The slight dip of his grandfather’s head after locking eyes with Tommen in an approving nod melted every foreboding feeling in his body away, replacing them all with a fierce, triumphant pride.

He had won.

Mayhaps a small victory, but he had won all the same. No, not small at all. He had saved Sansa, and that was worth more than every victory in the world.

“I would say I can’t believe it, but it would make me a liar. I’ve always believed you could,” Sansa had told him sweetly when he had seen her again after the scene with Joffrey. She took his face between her warm hands to kiss both of his cheeks. “Thank you, Tommen. You didn’t have to. I know he will seek revenge. I don’t want you to get hurt for my sake.”

When she placed a final soft kiss to his forehead his eyes fell to the floor, feeling almost as if he was unworthy to look at her, unworthy of her praise and her soft lips upon his skin.

this is a song

“I don’t care about that,” he said dismissively after being still for several moments to regain composure after her dizzying gestures of affection. He took her hands from his face, holding them between his own as he searched her eyes with concern. “You can’t expect me to just sit and watch as you’re permanently disfigured in front of the court, Sansa! Are you alright? Aren’t you shaken? Has anyone attempted to confront you about this?”

His friend gave him a small, sad smile before averting her eyes and pulling her hands away to clasp them together in front of her. “I’m already disfigured, Tommen. He’s already made me ugly with scars. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway. I’m.. married.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, no! I’m sorry. Believe me, you’re-” He cut off for a moment as he lost his wording, almost as if he was realizing all over again just how striking her beauty was. He sighed, feeling a fool for nearly implying her homely. He drew her into a tight hug before giving her a kiss of his own, pressing his lips to the side of her head against the hair just above her ear. Once his lips were upon her he unfortunately found himself not wanting to remove them, his reluctance to do so only growing as he breathed in the sweet scent of her. He forced himself to pull away after resting his cheek against the spot for a moment, meeting her eyes in order to prove his words genuine before speaking them.

for a scribbled out name

“You’re stunning, Sansa. No scar will ever change that. Half of your face could be sliced off, you could lose an eye, and you’d still be the most gorgeous girl in the Seven Kingdoms.”

She gave him scolding scowl, but nonetheless a blush lightly colored her pale cheeks while her lips fought at a smile. “Don’t try to flatter me with nonsense, Tommen. You exaggerate too much for me to believe you.”

“Really? I believe what I said was an understatement. I could go on, you see, with how you’re the most exquisite, incomparable, enchanting, bewitching-”

She shushed him loudly and attempted to give him a warning look before her laughter ruined any bit of threatening she had tried to communicate through her face, interrupting his theatrical show of showering her with adulation.

“Stop it, Tommen. It’s enough now,” she told him firmly, shaking her head with amusement still playing on her features.

“I simply cannot help myself, my lady,” he said in a low, dramatic voice as he inclined his head towards her respectfully. “For it is my duty-”

“-to shut up and come over to finish our game.” Sansa rolled her eyes and walked over to sit against the many pillows on the ground. “You’re distracting me to avoid it because you know I will beat you. Just as I always do.”

Tommen gasped and feigned offense, holding a hand to his chest. “Lady Sansa, you would imply me a coward?”

“Hmm.. would I do that? Can’t imagine how I could ever do such a thing to my brave and gallant prince.”

“I can’t either.” He shook his head, looking upwards as though he were searching for the answer himself before smirking at her, quirking a mocking eyebrow. “Especially seeing as you were just blushing at me like a lovestruck maiden.”

that my love keeps writing

Sansa gave him a dull look, raising an eyebrow back. “And how many times have I made you blush, Tommen?”

Ah, fair enough.

Joffrey was as unbearable as Tommen had expected him to be at his wedding, and it seemed he had been among the only few who had not underestimated just how obnoxiously abhorrent his brother would be. Of course Joffrey would be especially detestable on his wedding day. He would not miss the opportunity to perform in front of such a large audience.

Even Queen Margaery was unable to hide her disgust whenever her new husband wasn’t looking, whenever she felt as though no one was looking, but Tommen had caught her authentic feelings. She had fooled many into believing she truly saw nothing horrid in Joffrey and held no contempt for the king. Tommen could see through it, but she had been more convincing than Sansa, and he could at least credit her for those of whom she had fooled. He pitied her, but he still thanked the Seven for the fact she had taken Sansa’s place and would suffer Joffrey’s sadistic games instead.

again and again

The corner of Tommen’s mouth lifted ever so slightly in accepted disdain when Sansa displayed the smallest amount of defiance as she helped Tyrion retrieve the cup Joffrey had hilariously dropped intentionally. Her face was blank, but there was a cool edge to it that hadn’t been there previously, an edge of strength as the wolf in her began to show itself in glimpses.

Ah, his frozen ice princess, growing more fearless than both him and her former betrothed every day. To outdo a lion’s courage in his own den.. Well, he supposed he should feel ashamed.

He didn’t.

i’ll dance myself up 

Though still nervous for her, he felt only admiration for his dearest friend, proud she was his own.

Tommen knew in the exact moment Joffrey began choking that everything was to fall to pieces. He knew not how or in how many ways, but he felt it. He felt the sense of a beginning to a spiral. Whether the spiral was to be his own or another’s, mayhaps the entire kingdom’s, he knew not. He knew only that it had started, and that the world around him began to spin in it.

He soon found himself staring passed his mother, stoic and expressionless as she demanded his knowledge of Sansa, assuming he knew where she had went and who had helped her.

drunk myself down

“Don’t think I don’t know of your little playdates with the murderous little whore. I know, and I have known, and I also know that you’re a fool for trusting the traitorous bitch. Did you not think she was only playing with you to have an advantage? A chance at plotting your brother’s murder? My son.. My son that she has stolen from me, and you helped her, you stupid little boy.” She paused her rant to look upon him with a slight shake of her head, appearing as if she didn’t know exactly who he was, her expression full of disgust and betrayal before she resumed her hissed and insulting words. “You protected her. You protected your brother’s murderer.”

He met her eyes with his blank ones, unsure of how to handle his emotions towards her words, the loathing in her face. It was then he was confident his mother would have traded Joffrey’s death for his own for any price in the world, and gladly would she have paid that price.

The greens in her eyes were glassy with tears, reflective. Fury seized the emotion in her face and she grabbed the tops of his arms, jerking him close to her face as she dug her nails into his flesh through the fabric of the clothing that covered it.

“You will tell me where she is,” she spat viciously, her eyes flashing and rattling as they searched his with madness. “You will tell me where she has gone now, or I-”

“You’ll lock me in a cell like my uncle?” His words were soft, and he was shocked his voice did not crack, for surely he should be crying by then. “You’ll accuse me without proof as well? Demand my head? Will you have Sansa look upon mine as well?”

His mother stared at him in disbelief. Her shoulders had gone stiff and she didn’t move or respond for several moments. He cut her off when he saw her mouth open to finally offer him a retort.

“I don’t know where she is, mother. That I swear by the Seven.” He pried himself from her grasp, her claws, as he stepped away to turn and leave her to have her fit alone. He looked at her once more before walking away, attempting to find the love for him in her face that he had known since he was old enough to know anything at all.

“But I pray with everything I have that wherever she has gone she is as far away from you as she possibly could be, for Sansa is worth a thousand Lannister, bastard kings.”

found people to love

It was cold, cold without her. Odd seeing as she was the closest thing to ice in his life. Then again, winter was coming, was it not?

Sansa was gone, and he now held the weight of the Seven Kingdoms on his shoulders without her, his lion’s courage.

His mother still fiercely believed it was Tyrion and his wife who had killed Joffrey and had an absurd amount of money as reward for Sansa’s capture. Cersei had barely spoken to him since he had made it clear to her in a notably offensive manner that he was both aware of and confident in the rumors of his true parentage, but for that he was glad. He had no desire to speak to his mother, as he believed her incredibly foolish to believe soft spoken, obedient Sansa Stark would murder the king as though she was the Kingslayer, as though she was his father. She had every right to kill his brother, and if she had Tommen would have given her his pardon, but he had never been more sure of anything than he was of his best friend’s inability to plot a young man’s murder. Not his wolf, not when he had felt how gentle her touch was. His chest ached as he reconfirmed her absence again and again in his mind, the ache worsening the more his reality sunk in.

left people to drown

Yet another good thing forced from his life at the blood stained hands of his mother.

He would have protected her. He would have. He didn’t care how impossible it may seem with Cersei’s unmatchable appetite for revenge. Somehow he would have found a way to keep her from blame, would have been the type of ruler she had first expected his brother to be. Tommen was king, and where Joffrey had failed to wield such a power he would succeed. He would have, at least, but Sansa was gone.

And with her absence his spiral began.

i’m not scared to jump

As each day he was called king dragged by he felt more and more abandoned. Not by his friend, no, he knew for certain she would have never abandoned him. She had been forced to flee from his mother’s false accusations. No, his desire to be more was abandoning him, his desire to be better.

Margaery was sweet and utterly beautifully, he couldn’t deny his natural desires for her in his developments into a young man, but she was not his friend. Despite her kindness, and he was sure she was kind despite her ambitions and inauthentic charm, she was not, would never be, lady Sansa.

Margaery did not see him as her equal.

People assumed him stupid, he was becoming all too aware of that once more, but he was not unaware of the fact that Margaery sought to manipulate everyone around her. She attempted to manipulate him as well, and she succeeded in several ways even with him recognizing her intent. His bride was a talented one. She was also an aid to his ruin, his return to that small, meek version of himself that he had worked very hard to discard. She thought of him as a child, spoke to him as a child, looked at him as a child, and he was quite sure she spoke of him as a child to those closest to her. Everyone did, but he felt himself doomed to such an impression forever when he realized that his female companion for life, his wife, would always see him as a little boy despite the fact of who he was meant to be to her, how he was meant to be seen by her.

It was such a stark difference from his former female companion, and the lack of Sansa’s traits screamed at him.

Those screams were especially loud when he began speaking on the matters regarding the small folk and the commotions that more and more had been beginning to cause only to be cut off and spoken over by Margaery who immediately silenced her king with her own thoughts in that sugary, honey coated tone, patronizing and convincing. He doubted it was an intentional slight, and he wasn’t angry with her, just as he couldn’t blame her. He had simply frowned, looked towards the ground across the hall, and allowed her to speak. He may not have felt the fury Joffrey would have, or any king really, but he certainly hadn’t felt anything positive.

i’m not scared to fall

He shouldn’t have allowed such a small moment to affect him so, but he was weak and his hold on his confidence was fragile. So easily he found himself shrinking back into the cub he was apparently destined to always be.

“Treat him as a boy and he will act a boy, foolish woman.”

Tywin’s previous words to his mother ran through his mind as he fell back into his pliant role, quietly mourning the fleeting moments of respect he had experienced his grandfather gift him. He would not earn it again, that he was sure. His grandfather had warned him of such a fate that day he had trained so impressively with Sansa a part of the audience, Sansa being who he had looked towards when he had finished so successfully. Tywin had warned him, and he had been correct, not that Tommen had expected less of him. Tywin Lannister was always correct.

“Careful as you tread these waters, Tommen. For what is your greatest strength is as well your greatest weakness.”

Despite his various losses and new overwhelming responsibility, Tommen still did his best to make the most of it. He let Margaery entrance him, allowed her to take lead in his life. He wanted to love her, needed to love her if he wished to find any sort of contentment. It hadn’t been hard. Queen Margaery was a near perfect wife, impressive and lovely. Everyone loved her, of course he would be no exception. Perhaps he could make it up to Sansa through Margaery, seeing as he had no way to do so through Sansa herself any longer. He missed her more than anything, and she would always be his dearest and most sincere friend, his true princess, but he had to allow himself to accept his queen.

if there was no where to land

Yet still, still he had failed

He had attempted to muster what determination he had felt when confronted with Sansa’s safety when Margaery had been arrested by the Faith, when Margaery’s safety had been compromised. He tried, he did.

Tried, but still failed all the same. He had failed everyone, starting with Sansa.

i wouldn’t be scared

“The king is supposed to be the protector of the realm. If I can’t even protect my own wife or my own mother, what good am I?”

Nothing good, nothing good at all, certainly not a good king.

“I think you would make a wonderful king, Tommen.”

You were wrong, Sansa. Along with everyone else, I let you down. I didn’t mean to.

I’m sorry.

at all

Taking off his crown was the easiest thing Tommen had done since Joffrey’s death. Immediately he felt numb, relieved. He knew he was in shock, for he was unfeeling and there were no tears in his eyes. There ought to be tears, after everything, they deserved his tears. Just another thing he couldn’t give them, just another failure.

Everything he had left, everything he had tried so desperately to hang onto in every which way he could manage, his mother had taken from him too. What had he done to her to make her hate him so? All he had wanted was to be worth something to someone.

sometimes i wish for falling

He was worth something, he knew he was worth something to his mother. She saw him as her sweet, baby boy who would always dote on her and listen to her words, cry for her and grind himself down in an attempt to make her happy. Nothing made her happy, he had finally realized that, nothing but power. She had power over him, he was her property, and as that he meant something to her. He didn’t mean enough to her to not take every something of meaning in his own life away from him. Of course he didn’t. What was important to him only got in the way of his cares for what was important to her, and Cersei Lannister only liked her property to focus on her and her alone. She had kept him away from the Sept of Baelor so he wouldn’t die along with his wife as he was meant to. She had rid herself of several of her enemies as well as mended her faulty property back to the way that pleased her.

Two birds with one stone.

But he wouldn’t let her win. Not this time, no. He would take this victory from her, would take it with the slightest amount of peace that he had performed at least one small act of justice when it came to his queen, his people, his best friend. He would take it with the peace that would come with being free of her, being more than just her property.

This time, as his mother had taken so much from so many, he would finally take something from her.

wish for the release

He was still numb as he walked towards the window, calm as he lifted himself onto the ledge. It was a cowardly act, and Tommen was perfect at being a coward, wasn’t he? At least he knew he wouldn’t fail at something he was good at.

He didn’t jump, didn’t pause, didn’t look.

He closed his eyes and let himself fall forward.

As he fell, he thought of Sansa. He thought not of his shallow love for Margaery. He had loved her, but not as he did sansa. His best friend, the only one who had ever believed in him.

He felt safe falling into the dream of her, and he dearly hoped she would not hurt at the news of his departure. She never deserved even a moment of sadness

to give me some relief

His mind went back to that night where Sansa had won their game for around the fifth time in a row. The smirk on her face was just as Lannister worthy as ever, worthy enough to rival his uncle Jaime’s. He only laughed at her, shaking his head while he leaned back on his hands that held his weight behind him, content watching his friend with her growing cat curled in her lap. Felines certainly seemed to adore the wolf’s company, didn’t they? They had must in some way or another, seeing as she had been imprisoned in a lion’s den.

It was a wonder why so many only saw her as priceless goods to offer up to the highest bidder. She was so much more, so much more than an object to trade or a piece in the game, the stupid game that ruined everything good and pure and innocent.

He was glad Sansa wasn’t there, wasn’t there to be ashamed of him. She would be too sweet to reveal her disappointment in him, but he knew it would be there, how could it not?

“How can you be so unlike him..?”

The look of bewilderment on her face had come from nowhere to interrupt her careless laughter as she looked at him with such honest curiousness. She had taken his hand and covered it with hers to run her thumb over his fingers.

because falling is not the problem

“Your hands are clean, no stains of blood to be found. There are very few left with hands as clean as yours.”

So, so wrong, my sweet Sansa.

Her smile had been brilliant when she looked up to flash it to him before telling him that he truly was like the charming princes in the songs, the stories she used to believe in. She had brought his fingers to her lips and kissed them before thanking him, thanking him for restoring a small amount of her faith in her fantasies and her belief that there still had to be some good to find in the world.

when i’m falling i’m in peace

At least his luck had not failed him to place Sansa as witness to what proved her words false, to kill what faith he had restored. More peace was provided to him knowing that the person that mattered most did not see the child that, for her, he had acted he wasn’t.

He wanted her memory of him to remain fond. He wished for her to still believe him the best king that could ever grace the Seven Kingdoms, to believe him the strong prince she had always told him he was.

it’s only when i hit the ground 

He hoped wherever she was she was safe, and he hoped, most likely in vain, that she still thought of him as her best friend.

He hoped she would one day realize how she made her house proud, just as she had made him proud.

He hoped she would one day look upon herself and feel proud, just as she had once made him look upon himself and feel proud.

Just once, only once, but it was once enough for Tommen to bury himself into the sweet memory of that once and finish his fall peacefully.

it causes all the grief

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Asoiaf meme from @mylestoyne :)