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blossomingmoonlight · 3 months ago

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⭑ Colder than snow ⭑

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Pairing: Robb Stark x Greyjoy!Bsf!Reader

A/N: Lost the ask so can't tag the person who requested it. Also I love Catelyn but in this fic she is a little mean.

Request: Yes

Summary: Growing up in Winterfell as a hostage was difficult, luckily Robb took you in but years later your friendship threatens to break when tensions rise and you have been planned to send away.

Warnings: Fluff and Angst. Heated arguments. Making out and angry Robb.

Word count: 1.8k

Growing up in Winterfell with your half brother Theon was hard on a little girl’s mind. Being a year younger than Theon meant he always told you what to do, you had a close bond with him, despite him acting like a cunt sometimes but he cared for you. As the bastard daughter of Balon Greyjoy you were captured along with Theon by the Starks. Sadly both Sansa and Arya wanted nothing to do with you.

But when you first met Robb he was kind, well mannered and handsome. He took you and Theon in and made sure you were treated well. This obviously made you develop certain affections for him. Of course you knew he was to marry a high born lady, as he was to inherit Winterfell. You always thought he had no interest in you, oh how wrong you were. Most people of Winterfell still didn’t see you as part of them but Robb saw you differently. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever met, and an even more courageous and humorous personality. He had always felt captivated by you.

Born from salt and sea even though your mother was a servant at Pyke he still thought highly of you. For years you had to prove your worth, so you trained with the sword, practised bow and arrow and rode a horse like no other man in Winterfell. As time passed the two of you grew very close, attached at the hip and unable to separate, you were the best of friends.

Snowflakes cluttered your hair, boots cracked the snow underneath your feet as you made your way to the godswood. Lately Theon had been acting even worse than usual and he started to get on your nerves. Sometimes you could strangle him. Not only that, but Catelyn Stark had been colder to you than ever. You could relate to Jon on that matter but he never really wanted to talk to you about it, preferring you as a sparring partner and keeping to polite greetings. You heard the whispers around Winterfell, Catelyn Stark was seeking to marry you off.

She had never liked you, or Theon, but at least he served purpose as squire and could become a knight one day. But what purpose did you have? In truth she was afraid, afraid of the way Robb, her favourite son, looked at you. She needed you to leave, so she could find a proper match for the future Warden of the North. A Greyjoy as the Lady of Winterfell? The very daughter of the man who rebelled against her family? She couldn’t think of anything worse. But whispers travelled by wind and anyone who went outside could catch them.

You stared up at the bright red leaves of the tree, your people, or former people, might’ve believed in the Drowned God but you were pulled in as a little girl by the Old Gods. You found solace in them, and in the Godswood. It was always so peaceful, so quiet. You didn’t feel like a burden here. You felt annoyed and angry at everyone. Robb has been busy lately, leaving with his father to visit other houses in the north. Or visiting the Wall. Loneliness wasn’t a thing you were used to. And missed Yara, she always defended you, spoke up for you. The big sister you needed. But you hadn’t seen her in years.

And lately, loneliness was the only thing you felt. Deep in thought, the cracking of snow didn’t reach your ears until he stood right behind you. “You weren’t in the training yard, or at the gates to greet me like usual.” Robb’s low and honeyed voice spoke up. He was honestly the last person you wanted to see right now. You felt overstimulated and stuck in a routine of worrying, anxiety and more worrying. “What are you trying to say?” You didn’t even face him while answering. “That something is off about you, we have been off.” He said as he walked in front of you. If you weren’t going to turn to him, he would turn to you.

“You look upset. What’s wrong?” Robb continued. Although you were clearly not in the mood to talk. “I wish you had never befriended me.” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself. “I’m sorry?” Robb asked, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. He was very confused. Clearly he had no clue about his mother’s plans. “Are you really this thick? You have no clue what is happening do you?” You finally looked him in the eye. Tears welling as you took in his beautiful face. He had been growing his beard lately and he looked even more handsome, more grown, more suited to be married off to anyone but you.

“I- No what? I just came back from Karhold. My father wanted to speak personally to Rickard Karstark about the renovations there I- I don’t know what is happening.” He sounded so confused and so worried. “Well maybe ask your mother, since she is behind all this.” You snapped. Did he just not care? Of course not, you were just a friend, nothing more. “My mother? What the fuck are you talking about?” He was growing more upset by the minute. “She wants me gone, I don’t know why. Maybe she just doesn’t like me. She probably never has.” You looked back at the huge tree in front of you.

Robb stepped closer, grabbing your arm. You pulled away. If you had to leave, you would leave as distant as possible from him. It would hurt less, hopefully. “I didn’t have to take you in, I didn’t have to befriend you but it just happened. How could you possibly hate me for that? After all I’ve done for you!” His voice got louder each word he spoke, he grew angry at your behaviour. How was this his fault?

“Well you shouldn’t have! It would make leaving less painful!” You yelled back. “Don’t do this, don’t rush into goodbyes when I haven’t even spoken to my mother yet. Let alone my father. He would never just turn you away! You know he has a soft spot for you. Please, don’t give up.” He begged, Robb Stark never begged. But he would beg for you, he would do anything to keep you at his side. You didn’t say anything. Robb sighed and left you to your thoughts. Apparently the first thing he would be doing back at Winterfell would be picking a fight with his mother.

Lady Stark was sowing a beautiful red leaf pattern on one of Rickon’s shirts. Arya and Sansa at both her sides, trying to mimic her movements on their own pieces of fabric. Since tensions had risen at Winterfell, Catelyn thought it would be good to spend some time with her daughters to distract her from all the ruckus. But the peace was soon disturbed when her eldest son burst open the door. She knew why he was here, and she dreaded the conversation to come.

“Leave. Both of you.” His voice was cold and demanding. He sounded like his father. Both the girls dumped the fabric on the table and hurriedly left the room. When the door closed behind them only then did he speak again. “What is this I hear about marrying her off.” Catelyn sighed and put the shirt down on her lap. “Robb. Please, it would be best for the girl. She is getting older and has no place here.” She began but got cut off by Robb’s booming voice. “She has a place! By my side! The place where she has always been and where she always will be!” Catelyn knew she would get a reaction from him, but him starting to admit that he wanted her to be by his side? Always? Was new. “I might not have seen before but you have woken me up from this woolly dream. It is her. It always has been her. And she will stay by my side.” Robb didn’t even give his mother a chance to speak when he already turned on his heel and left the room.

Hours went by but Robb could not find you. He had now even sent men out and spoke to his father about his worries. He needed to speak to you, to confess his love. Before it was too late. Panic grew as the men returned at the hour of the bat, still no sign of you. Where could you have gone? Where could you have so easily disappeared? Where the fuck where y- Of course, how did he not think of it. When you were children you found this little shed, overgrown by nature and well hidden but he still knew the markings on the trees to follow. It was the only place where you could’ve gone.

Leaving with just Grey Wind and a lantern. Holding one of your tunics, Grey Wind followed the exact path you took as children to your secret hide out. He was right. He could see the place had been disturbed but still well hidden and unbeknownst to his men. Grey Wind sat outside as he stepped foot into the shed. There you were, sat in the corner with some books stolen from Winterfell’s library. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Robb smiled. You couldn’t help but smile back, deep down it felt good, comforting, that he would still look for you. Even after your fight. He walked over and sat down next to you.

Robb tapped his foot awkwardly on the floor, he knew the words. He knew exactly what he wanted to tell you but he was scared. Deep down he knew you loved him but he couldn’t be sure. “I really don’t want to lose you.” You started, closing the book and putting it on the pile next to you. “You won’t, I’ll make sure of that.” He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and smiled. Noticing all the little details that made you so beautiful. “It’s you. It's always been you.” You turned to him, lips slightly parted. Is he- confessing right now? “I love you. I won't let anyone take you away from me and you are-” He rambled but got cut off. You pressed your lips to his. The realisation of what you had done settled in and you quickly pulled back.

But Robb gave you no time to answer as he pulled you back in by your jaw. Your lips started moving back against him. Hands on his face and his arms around your waist. The kiss grew hungry and desperate. The cabin got hot as your lips moved hungrily against each other. His tongue softly grazed your bottom lip, allowing him in, he moved his tongue against yours. Both your short breaths and kissing sounds filling the cabin. He pulled back suddenly. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He grinned. You pressed your face in his neck, holding him close. “Me too.”

#game of thrones #robb stark x reader #robb stark #robb stark and best friend reader #theon greyjoy

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haunted-by-shadows · 4 months ago

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Trans Theon Brainrot (NSFW marked)

Okay so I’ve had severe transmasc Theon brainrot for the past few days after going on a very GoT/Greyjoy themed holiday

These are 99.9% based on showverse Theon in a modern AU but there are a few elements from the books sprinkled throughout. Most of them are pretty angsty (it is GoT) but there’s some fluff and crack-ish ones too

This is based on personal experiences/fantasies as a trans man. They’re also just my personal headcanons, which I separate from actual canon events/characterisation <3

Minors DNI, NSFW headcanons included

SFW Content Warnings:

Dysphoria, transphobia (internal & external), attachment issues, Balon’s A+ parenting, abusive childhoods, fucked-up views of gender norms/roles, self-destructive behaviours/poor coping mechanisms, mental illness, self harm, unhealthy/abusive relationships, menstruation (transmasc character), implied pregnancy (transmasc character), injection/surgery mention, Ramsay Bolton, consensual Thramsay

NSFW Content Warnings:

Explicit consensual Thramsay (Theon is totally onboard with everything but I cannot stress this enough, Ramsay can be a mean SOB), AFAB terminology, feminisation, established power dynamics, general BDSM mention, vaginal penetration (trans man), humiliation/degradation, Daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, ownership kink, marking/biting/scarification

Personality:

* For all his outward arrogance and inflated self-importance, Theon is deeply insecure and anxious. He attempts to keep the people in his life distant and detached emotionally, believing that it’ll hurt less when they inevitably abandon him

* His tendency to act like an asshole is half mimicry of the adults in his childhood, especially his uncle Euron, and half defence mechanism. Years of being a disappointment to his father has created a toxic, twisted persona that he believes Balon would finally be proud of. In reality, he’s just a scared little boy who wants to be loved

* During his teenage years, Theon suppressed anything about himself that could be construed as feminine, worried that others would question his identity or that he wouldn’t be ‘trans’ enough

* (Before meeting Ramsay) In order to gain any sort of attention and feel desirable, Theon acts overly flirtatious and puts himself in toxic intimate situations. Robb and Jon have had to step in to rescue a very-intoxicated Theon from many unsavoury characters on nights out

* Deep down, Theon is very sentimental and soft - he adores the ocean, animals and flicking through books his mother used to read to him

* Now in his mid-twenties, Theon is more authentically confident. He’s grown his hair out a little, paints his nails and wears eyeliner, steals Sansa’s cropped shirts - he looks damn good and he knows it (besides, Jon does it too)

The Greyjoys:

* Theon’s relationship with his father is nonexistent, aside from the lasting emotional scars, fear of abandonment and chronic insecurity stemming from his childhood

* Even as a child, Theon was regarded as the ‘weakest’ Greyjoy heir. Pre-transition, he was already much more sensitive, gentle and emotional than his older sister, Yara, who took after their brothers

* Yara is fiercely supportive of Theon’s transition, she has always known her baby brother was a bit different and loved him regardless. After Alannys’ death, Yara takes over protecting Theon from their father the way their mother used to. However, she takes a tough-love approach rather than Alannys’ coddling one, fearing that Theon will not be able to defend himself should she not be there

* Balon’s neglect and abuse of Theon is less to do with the fact that he’s trans, and almost entirely to do with the fact that he fails to live up to the image of Maron and Rodrik - if he’s suddenly going to have a third son, he bloody better act like a traditional Ironborn man (Theon does not, at all)

* In all honesty, Balon doesn’t give enough of a shit about his kids to care about their gender identities - he just wishes his only living male heir could’ve turned out to be Yara instead. In his eyes, at least she would be tough and gritty enough to take ‘the role of a man’

The Starks:

* At first, Theon deeply resented his adoptive family and the bond they share with one another - it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t have what the Stark children could. It took many years but eventually, Theon let his guard down and truly felt like part of the family; he now considers Ned and Cat his parents, and the Stark kids his siblings.

* When Theon came out, he told Sansa first. She proceeded to kick everyone out of the house to plan a gender reveal party with Margaery and Dany. Though he pretended to be embarrassed, Theon had never felt more affirmed in his life

* Jon and Theon used to despise each other; the latter would go out of his way to demean his adoptive brother because at least he wouldn’t be last in the pecking order anymore. As time went on, both realised they were as lonely and rejected as the other. Theon began dragging Jon out to socialise with their classmates, while Jon introduced Theon to his favourite bands, his favourite emotional outlet. Ned eventually converted part of the garage into a makeshift studio for the pair to thrash out all their frustrations. They’ve seen Nine Inch Nails live together four times. Jon cried every time, Theon hasn’t told a soul

* Once, when he was seventeen, Theon injured himself by swimming in his binder and wasn’t allowed to wear it for a week. He hid in his room for three days before Robb and Jon burst into his room, both wearing bras they stole from Sansa and stuffed with socks. They refused to take them off and kept attention away from Theon until he could safely bind again

* Arya bonds with Theon as he helps them explore their own gender identity and expression, constantly reassuring them that they can look and act however they want no matter who they are

* Even though he’s now starting high school, Rickon still introduces Theon to everyone as his big brother. Theon doesn’t think he’ll ever stop feeling gender euphoria when he hears it

* Ned is a little awkward around Theon for a while, he’s out of his depth and doesn’t want to offend the boy. In his office, he spends hours pouring over forums for parents of trans youth, medical documents and trans charity webpages. If anything, he goes into extreme, unnecessary detail in his research, which is mildly embarrassing but Theon appreciates the effort all the same

* In Cat’s eyes, Theon is a troubled, problem child: starting fights at school, excessive drinking, cutting himself, disappearing for days at a time. However, when he finally receives his first appointment with a youth gender specialist, she holds his hand the whole way to the clinic

* Bran finds comfort in the fact that Theon is different too. At times he considers himself an outsider compared to his siblings, but Theon listens to his rants and truly understands how he feels

Ramsay:

* A brief overview of how I headcanon Rams in this scenario before I get into his and Theon’s relationship. Ramsay has a dysfunctional family, anger management issues, a major obsession with Theon Greyjoy and some form of antisocial personality disorder. He’s nowhere near as depraved as he is in the show/books but he is still controlling, impulsive, violent and all-round antisocial. His attachment insecurities due to his relationship with Roose has led to a warped view of love and a desire to ‘own’ those he has deep feelings for - Roose has drilled into him that showing affection and vulnerability are signs of weakness. This manifests most aggressively around Theon (who he truly loves, adores, cares for usually tolerates)

* Anyways, Ramsay doesn’t strike me as the transphobic type - he hates everyone equally. He’s quite supportive, in the sense that Theon is still his pet regardless of what his body looks like. In fact, Theon being trans gives Ramsay more opportunities to control/change his appearance

* Ramsay gladly plays the role of ‘daddy’; he has his own daddy issues to work through and Theon is desperate for any kind of praise and validation. Sometimes all Theon wants is a firm hand to guide him and put him in his place, which works perfectly for Ramsay

* Their attachment to one another is undoubtedly unhealthy but it’s a perfect dynamic: Theon finally feels wholly wanted and Ramsay knows that Theon can’t won’t ever leave him

* They met in university; Theon studying art and Ramsay, biology. Well… Ramsay notices Theon from afar, sees right through his mask of confidence and makes it his life mission to rip it off forever. Robb and Jon are immediately suspicious when Ramsay begins cosying up to Theon, but Theon is smitten; a handsome, intelligent guy is interested in him and knows exactly what to say to validate him, almost as if Ramsay already knows everything about him…

* Theon’s hormone treatment begins after he starts being owned by dating Ramsay, as up until that point hormones and surgery have been financially unattainable (Balon has never lifted a finger to help). Luckily, the Bolton’s are loaded from their totally-legal business practises and Ramsay is more than happy to pay for Theon to attend a private clinic. Although this comes across to everyone else as uncharacteristically sweet for Ramsay, he secretly plans to hold Theon’s testosterone hostage should he ever think of leaving :)

* Ramsay insists on administering all of Theon’s testosterone shots and blood tests. Theons knows it makes Ramsay feel in control, but finds it endearing nonetheless

* Rams absolutely gets agitated whenever Theon gets his period, because how dare his boy bleed and be in pain when it’s not by his own hands. This is the main thing he can’t control and hates feeling like he doesn’t have complete ownership over Theon’s body. Theon has had to explain repeatedly that he can’t just ‘hold it in’, as Ramsay is a possessive motherfucker and has convinced himself that Theon is purposefully depriving him of his bodily fluids

* This belief is in spite of Ramsay’s biology degree because whenever Theon is concerned, the laws of science cease to exist because ‘the little bitch has to be doing this just to spite me’

* When Theon announces that he has found a surgeon for top-surgery, Rams almost has an aneurism from jealousy - no one else is allowed to scar or mark his precious pet. Subsequently, he pays his way into a plastic surgery course in order to perform Theon’s top surgery himself (in the Dreadfort’s basement)

* Roose is almost pleased when Theon moves into the Dreadfort; Ramsay is completely infatuated with the boy and is ‘behaving himself�� more than usual. He is unbothered by Theon’s transition, but dreads the possibility of mini Ramsay’s wreaking havoc in the future

NSFW Headcanons

* Ramsay lives for the spike in Theon’s libido a few days after his T-shot, loves how needy and insatiable he gets for any kind of stimulation, constantly dripping wet and ready for Ramsay to use whenever he pleases

* No matter where they are, Ramsay has a filthy mouth and it drives Theon insane. Rams loves watching his boy squirm after whispering something dirty to him during family gatherings

* Though he used to suffer from a lot of genital dysphoria, Theon adores bottoming for Ramsay; the man has an impressive dick and a damn oral fixation, he eats pussy like a god

* A size queen through and through, the size/build difference between Ramsay and himself really gets Theon going; it’s so easy for his boyfriend to pick him up and slam him against the nearest surface, or pin him underneath his weight. It makes Theon feel so incredibly small and it takes his breath away. Similarly, Ramsay loves how slim Theon is and incorporates it frequently into his bedroom talk - “Aww, is my cock hurting you, sweetling? Is it too much for your little pussy to take?..”(Theon almost cums from words alone)

* Rams 100% has a breeding kink; marking Theon from the inside, carrying his baby, showing everyone else who he belongs to - Theon isn’t exactly opposed to that fantasy either ;)

* Speaking of kinks! Both have a hardcore daddy kink, self explanatory. They pretty much have a 24/7 Dom/sub dynamic and enjoy many aspects of BDSM

* The first time Ramsay, jokingly, used the nickname ‘Princess’, Theon tried (and failed) to hide the fact that his boxers were soaked through. Now, Rams drops it casually into conversations for the satisfaction of watching Theon attempt to hold himself together

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I absolutely have more headcanons in the deepest darkest recesses of my brain but these are all I can put into words atm

#game of thrones #thramsay #theon greyjoy #ramsay bolton #trans Theon Greyjoy #got headcanons

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insomniakisses · 4 months ago

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senselessviolets · 5 months ago

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multi-fandom-simp · 1 year ago

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Hello! I would love to start accepting requests to get my creativity rolling again. Below will be list of characters that I am willing to write for and how you may submit a request. Also, if you are looking for a certain character that isn't on my list, then feel free to ask if I would write for them. I ask that you be patient with me as well as I am one person who is currently in college. I will do my best to get the requests out in a timely manner! Below are my personal pros and cons:

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-Angst and fluff

-Some mature content ( with mature content please ask if I would be comfortable with writing it before assuming I'd write it.)

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-character deaths

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-Non-con elements(Such as R*pe, Necrophilia, etc.)

-Incest(There will be an exception for House of The Dragon and Game of Thrones and that is it.)

-Pedophilia

How to Request:

-Submit a message through an ask or through my inbox, whichever you are comfortable with.

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-Also include if you would like it to include angst, fluff, mature, etc.

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- Rhaenyra Targaryen

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- Aemond Targaryen

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GAME OF THRONES:

- Daenerys Targaryen

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Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Steddie, Steddie X Reader

Harringrove, Harringrove X Reader

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Character X Reader/OC, I will take considerations for other characters but it might be biased. Fluff/Angst/Smut/Headcanons.

Cassian

Nesta

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Daenerys Targaryen

Jon Snow

Robb Stark

Daario Naharis

Yara Greyjoy

Jaime Lannister

Rhaenyra Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Cregan Stark

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Merlin or Arthur, from BBC Merlin

Potentially Marvel Characters or Harry Potter characters (depending)

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ao3feed-tywin · 2 years ago

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Smoke & Mirrors

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by Cranberry_Wine

Sandor & Sansa are happily married and hoping for a baby, a bright future in front of them, when ghosts from their past pop up and all hells break loose. Mystery, supernatural elements, smut, angst, and sweet, sweet fluff abound, with a sprinkling of humor on top.

Words: 6672, Chapters: 1/21, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Give & Take

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sansa Stark, Sandor Clegane, Ned Stark, Arya Stark, Gendry (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tywin Lannister, Varys (A Song of Ice and Fire), Melisandre (A Song of Ice and Fire), The Elder Brother (ASoIaF), Addam Marbrand, Asha Greyjoy | Yara Greyjoy, Tormund Giantsbane, Jory Cassel, Petyr Baelish

Relationships: Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Gendry/Arya Stark

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Angst, Pregnancy, Infertility, Canon-Typical Violence, Weight Issues, Swearing, Supernatural Elements, Witchcraft, Graphic Description, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Happy Ending, Humor

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#ao3feed #fanfic #ao3feed tywin #ao3feed tywin lannister

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ao3feed-briennejaime · 2 years ago

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....you either die or you rewrite...

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by Cakebringer

This is my not very serious rewrite of the GOT ending.

Yes this is what really happened....

Spoilers!

Words: 524, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen

Characters: Jaime Lannister, Brienne of Tarth, Tyrion Lannister, Arya Stark, Asha Greyjoy | Yara Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Grey Worm (A Song of Ice and Fire), Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Sandor Clegane

Relationships: Asha Greyjoy | Yara Greyjoy & Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth

Additional Tags: Humor, Femslash, Silly, Fluff and Smut

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #jaime x brienne #braime

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welldonebeca · 2 years ago

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Coming this June! - The King's Wives

Summary: After the fall of Robert’s rebellion, Rhaegar’s surviving son would be raised in secret as a bastard for the first fourteen years of his life. Six years after finding out the truth, Sansa travels down south to join him and complete his group of seven wives - representing each Region of his Kingdom. Slowly, they become a very happy family. A.K.A.: Jon may get seven wives, but Sansa gets six sisters. Main Pairing: Jonsa Minor Pairings: Jon x Arianne Martell, Jon x Margaery Tyrell, Jon x Mya Stone, Jon x Alys Arryn (OC), Jon x Asha Greyjoy (platonic), Jon x Myrcella (Platonic for a long time). More minor pairings will be added in due time. Warnings: Polyamory. Smut, canon divergence, eventual WLW relationships, eventual babies. More in the chapters and the Masterlist.

Coming to my Patreon on the 20th of June!

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Forever Tags: @emoryhemsworth @amythyststorm33 @shaelyn102 @yknott81 @letsdisneythings @maximofftrash @kgbrenner @thefridgeismybestie @magpiegirl80 @mogaruke @shadowhunter7 @musicalcoffeebean @megasimpleplan4ever @deemoriarty @05spn18 @malindacath @kdcollinsauthor @random-fandom-fangirl2112 @widowsfics @frozenhuntress67 @averyrogers83 @notyourtypicalrose @nerdypinupcrystal @giruvega Game of Thrones tags: @thefanficfaerie @izbelross @ietss Jonsa Tags: @cosmic-darikano

#The King's Wives series #Jon Snow #Jon Snow fanfic #margaery tyrell #sansa x margaery #arianne martell #Mya Stone #Asha Greyjoy #yara greyjoy #myrcella baratheon #myrcella lannister #Jonsa #Jonsa fanfic #Jonsa fanfiction #Jonsa smut #Jonsa fluff

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tidustargaryen · 5 years ago

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Blood of the Dragon

What if different decisions completely changed the course of history... The Song of Ice and Fire...

The last two Targaryens are in exile in Essos, their security is constantly threatened, Robert Baratheon wants them dead and the Dothraki want Daenerys.

They can count on the help of a great friend to prepare the forces necessary to reconquer Westeros.

But the journey will be long and they will have to travel all over Essos to find the help they need. The courage and passion of the young Daenerys will allow her to rediscover what her House lost a long time ago. A great destiny awaits her and Westeros doesn't know how much it needs her.

The notes have changed, but the song is still playing.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22291069/chapters/53236438 On Ao3 too.

Hello to all the brave who want to embark on this long story! This is the first fanfiction that I write so I don't guarantee the quality of writing but I hope you will like it.

The end of GoT, and particularly Daenerys' ending, pushed me strongly to write this, but also because I have not yet found on this site, or elsewhere, a story centered on Daenerys. Of course there are stories that focus on her, but especially on her relationship with Jon and often the story focuses more on him. But Dany has her own independent story, she is her own character, and I regret that there are no stories that focus on her only (I have never read stories where she is tagged with Jorah or Drogo maybe it is). And since, after season 8, I absolutely no longer want to consider a romance with her murderer, I no longer read fanfics.... So if you know non-Jonerys/non-Drogo stories, and especially which focuses on Dany, I am interested :D

I essentially want to focus on Daenerys, her history is very rich, Essos is a great continent is a gold mine for a writer, the universe of George R.R. Martin is huge but often only exploited on Westeros. I remain persuaded that Dany deserves her own books and I hope that my story will inspire other people to write a little more about Daenerys, of her story in Essos, not just in Westeros. I don't intend to rewrite George's story, I don't see the point of it, it's his story, he does it better than anyone, if some people had done different actions, the story could change completely, but I will try to stay consistent, because realism is very important so that we can believe it (Do you know that D&D ??)

English is not my mother tongue, there may be mistakes and I am sorry. Fortunately I have @iwillstandbydaenerysforever who helps me, advises me and above all, corrects all my mistakes! A big thank you to you my friend, this story probably wouldn't be posted without you :)

There is Dany/Jon tag but by prevention for anti-Jonerys people, the tag is there for a reason and completely justified and add for the sake of consistency when the two characters will meet, but I want to clarify that there will be no Dany/Jon. Same thing for Viserys/Daenerys. So if you're only interested in these couples, it won't happen, and if you don't like these couples, don't worry, you can keep reading, but the tags are there for a reason. You have been warned.

If you have questions about the story (No spoilers), if you didn't understand something, or if you have ideas to submit to me (I don't guarantee that I will add them) or if you find errors , don't hesitate, if you want to talk to me directly or ask me questions. Be aware, however, that I never respond to insults and anything I find disrespectful.

These notes have been quite long, I hope you like the story :) (I had planned another header but I didn't have time to finish it, for the moment I make a moodboard but I will change it as soon as possible.

Disclaimers: I don't own anything, A Song of Ice and Fire is the property of George R.R. Martin, as well as all the characters, places, etc... Game of Thrones is the property of HBO.

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Stormborn

The masterly wind that blew on the naval fleet, as well as on the fishing and trading boats capsized the latter and made every sailor, merchant or simple peasant busy on the ships or on the quays deaf. An icy rain fell on the island and its surroundings, waves sometimes higher than the ships crashed on the rocks and swallowed everything that had the misfortune of being at sea. A few boats had not managed to return in time and were now drifting not far from the island, for the luckiest ones, for the others they had already reached the depths of the sea. The men on these boats watched with sadness, desolation, but also fear as one ship after another disappeared, waiting for their turn, they watched helplessly as a whole naval fleet disappeared. However, they heard more than they could see, except when lightning struck a ship and set it ablaze like a torch, they had no visibility. Instead, they heard the thunder, the deafening sound of the wind, but also the rain and sometimes the terrifying cries of men and women burning alive or simply screaming in fear as they waited for their gods to come and claim them.

Between the sailors who were trying to save their ships, putting out fires or trying to empty the water flooding the deck, and those who had given up hope of survival, the soldiers did their best to save as many people as possible by allowing them to take shelter behind the fortress walls. But the raging elements had left little chance for the living, and of the hundreds of people in the harbor and on the ships, only twelve had survived, the sailors and soldiers on the boats had either perished with them or tried to swim to shore, but none had managed to survive in the face of the overwhelming force of the sea.

The few refugees behind the walls of the fortress were mostly in shock, some were in tears, or praying for all the people they had just lost while wondering why the gods had been so cruel. Soldiers and servants would come and lay blankets to dry and warm themselves, but also hot food to cheer them up. The room was filled with screaming and crying, but even so, you could still hear the storm raging outside, the ground was shaking, same for the walls, and some soldiers even claimed that wind, rain and lightning had caused a breach in one of the exterior walls.

A man hurried through the corridors of the dungeon, jumping with fear every time lightning struck somewhere. And although it was daylight outside, the darkness of the place, added to the one the storm had brought made the maze of corridors and stairs more difficult to navigate, only the torches and lightning brought some light into such gloomy places and the roar of the storm did not improve the young man’s mind, but what was most disturbing was the dragon sculptures that adorned the place and lazed around so real and alive. Although he was used to the dungeon and its sinister decoration, what he had just seen added to the weather conditions had made him very nervous and what he was about to announce was not going to be very easy for the masters of the place to hear.

He finally reached the bridge leading directly to the central dungeon called “The Stone Drum” then climbed the few steps that separated him from his destination. The place was even more frightening than the rest of the dungeon because of the strong resonance and the height of the place allowing the power of the wind to increase tenfold. But what worried the servant even more were the cries coming from the Queen’s chambers. The sweet and sad Queen Rhaella was about to give birth to her child, but it seemed that the birth was rather difficult and Her Majesty seemed to want to compete with the storm in its greatest intensity. Dragonstone wasn’t Storm’s End, but the rock from which the fortress was carved was exceptionally strong, there was no doubt in Trevas’s mind that the place would still be standing once the storm calmed down. But would it be the same for its inhabitants?

Ser Willem Darry guarded the door to the Queen’s chambers, he did not seem at all affected by the events outside, which was not the case for the few guards also present in the room, anxiety could be read on their faces and the Queen’s cries and screams did not help. “Do you have any news for us? What’s the situation outside?” Ser Willem stepped forward and showed the first signs of concern.

The servant nodded to greet the knight and replied, “I have bad news. The storm has sunk almost the entire naval fleet, as well as the merchant and fishing boats that were at the docks. At the time of my departure, three ships were still afloat, but badly damaged. I still have no report for the city, but the majority of the people on the docks and on the ships did not survive.” Ser Willem approached a window and looked out pensively. He couldn’t see the harbor from this vantage point, but he could see the power and anger of the gods coming down on Dragonstone.

At that moment, the Queen uttered a sharper, more heart-rending cry than before and a childish voice resounded. “Ser Willem… Mother …?” Young Prince Viserys had just entered the room with a servant and the knight knelt and tried to comfort him about his mother’s plight, which didn’t seem very encouraging. “My prince, the Queen is strong, she’s giving birth to a new dragon’s blood as we speak. Another Prince, or a Princess, a brother to play with and a training companion, or a little sister to protect. A newcomer to the Targaryen dynasty, it’s a great day, and the gods want this to be known, they’re making enough noise to alert the entire kingdom and let it be heard that the dragon blood is stronger than ever so that the Usurper understands he has unleashed his wrath.” The Queen’s cries had now ceased and a maid came out of the room to say a few words to Ser Willem, whose gaze fell at once. He invited young Viserys to follow him, and they both entered the room. No storm could have rivaled the horror they now had before their eyes, blood was abundant on the bed, the Queen’s face covered with tears looked as if it had taken many years in a few hours, she seemed to be having great difficulty breathing while a maid dabbed her forehead with a towel. The room smelled of death, and the Queen was apparently going to join the gods soon. But in the midst of all this chaos, the cries of a child came to brighten the hearts, the Maester brought the child close to the Prince who looked at his mother with sadness, a few tears running down his chubby child cheeks.

“It’s a girl, a Targaryen Princess.” The Maester offered the Prince to carry the child , but he quickly made his way to the Queen, without concern for the decorum. He hesitantly put his hand on his mother’s one, believing that any sudden gesture might hurt her further. The tenderness in Queen Rhaella’s eyes broke the boy’s weak resistance, and he burst into tears. Her voice resounded one last time, with difficulty, but with hope and pride.

“… Daenerys… Stormborn … of House Targaryen…”

Her gaze then turned to Ser Willem, placing all her hopes on the knight to protect and take care of the last two Targaryens, he nodded while holding back his tears, silently promising what he had already sworn to do a few hours earlier when the Queen was telling him her vows if something went wrong. The woman had endured unspeakable suffering during her life, she had lost so many children, had suffered so much abuse from her husband and yet, the most unbearable and heartbreaking thing for her was not being able to be there to care for and see her children grow up. The Targaryen dynasty was collapsing and she was not going to be able to be there to protect them. Aerys had taken everything from her, if his children were threatened when they were just innocent people, he was responsible. He was the one who had unleashed the wrath of the lords, he was the one who had not taken care to secure his family, he was the one who was responsible for the fall of their House. She could only hope for two things now, that the gods would be merciful and allow her last two children to live, they had already taken of all the others, and that Aerys II Targaryen would reach the seven hells so that she would never have to see him again even in death.

The Queen drew her last breath with a smile on her face after looking at each of her children. And the little Prince’s heart was shattered.

Thus, in the early morning, after the storm had calmed down and the necessary repairs had been made so that a boat could sail safely, the last two members of the House of Targaryen set sail for Essos, in order to ensure their safety until their maturity. The Prince, still affected by the death of his mother, had refused to approach his little sister, but had made a promise in his heart that one day they would return home, and take back what belonged to them with Fire and Blood.

Exile

The few maids of Mistress Ilissa Naeraar had hurried to the door of the Princess’s apartments to hear her sweet voice, which they said was similar to the songs of the colorful birds of the Summer Islands. They were always careful to be as discreet as possible, the Princess did not like to demonstrate her talents, but they always ended up being reprimanded by their Mistress or the Prince for their laziness and the noise of the admonitions always alerted the young girl. They had, until now, managed to remain discreet, but were dying to enter the room to be blessed by the sight of the young Valyrian beauty. The Princess was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen, despite her young age, and given their past as pleasure slaves, they had seen many women more beautiful than any other, but none surpassed the Princess. With her long hair of gold and silver, her eyes typical of her Valyrian roots, the color of the most beautiful jewels called amethysts, her natural and royal grace, they were never tired of admiring her and regretted not descending from the lineage of the Old Valyria.

The apartments of the Princess were worthy of the greatest nobles of Essos, a striking contrast when she thought back to her life before, here she had her own baths, a magnificent four-poster bed centered in the middle of the room, occupying half of the space, a table for her meals and another for her writing and reading practice. Another room where she stored the various dresses offered by her hostess, and random men seeking her favors, or her hand in marriage. The third and last room was the latrine. The main room was sumptuously decorated with statues representing the dragons of the lords who had conquered the Possessions of Valyria, as well as various animals inhabiting the continent, horses, monkeys, elephants, made of gold, bronze, and even obsidian. She had even been offered several fabrics embroidered with the three-headed dragon, emble of the Targaryen House that the Princess had hung on the walls, sometimes dreaming of being in the family dungeon, imagining her family always present, and the Targaryen dynasty stronger and larger than ever.

The young woman was standing by a window, her eyes lost in the waters of the Rhoyne, then on the many merchant ships, the sailors pouring into the port to unload their goods and dreamed of being among them, traveling through the seas and oceans, discovering the world and its various beauties and cultures. Sailing was exciting, but what she wanted above all was to cross the Narrow Sea and land in Westeros, to return home, to discover the legacy left by her family, which was stolen from her by the Usurper and his dogs and traitors who massacred her family. Life was pleasant here, it had been six moons since Mistress Ilissa had welcomed them in her big house, it was a very big place composed of several independent residences, including the large manse of Ilissa, their own private place, of her and her brother’s, as well as a big inn also containing a brothel. Life was pleasant, but the threat of a Dothraki attack was constant, and Mistress Ilissa had repeatedly paid the different Khals so that they would not attack her domain, with gold, slaves, precious objects or fabrics, anything the horse lords desired as long as they did not ransack the place.

Of all that she remembered, it was only in Braavos that she really experienced peace, happiness and carefree. Of course, she was still only a child, very young and did not have the same worries as her brother in mind. She could play with the son of one of the servants, study with her brother and listen to Ser Willem singing songs to her, including the one she was singing right now, which she particularly liked, as it described their lives in part and a possible return home. “I’ve been a wild rover for many’s the year… And I’ve spent all my money on wine and beer… And now I’m returning with gold in great store, I never will play the wild rover no more…” She could still hear the voice of her gentle knight, the affection he had for her, the tenderness he showed her, much more than her own brother. Her few sweet years forever etched in her memory, the red door and the smell of lemon that she loved and that dark-skinned little boy who always helped her up when she fell and kissed the place where she had hurt herself.

“And it’s no, nay, never No, nay, never no more Will I play the wild rover No, never no more

I went into an alehouse I used to…” “Daenerys!”

Her brother entered her apartments suddenly, revealing the three maids who were still glued to her door, hurrying back to their occupations before being reprimanded. Viserys approached his sister and put his hand on her forearm, his gaze falling to the ground as if he was looking for the perfect way to tell her something. Her brother was a very handsome man, he had been blessed by the beauty of the Valyrian people just as she had, according to Ser Willem, he looked a lot like their late brother, Rhaegar, the only consolation she had in knowing the appearance of the silbing she had never known. He took her hands in his and placed a tender kiss on one of them.

“Sweet sister… Dany, I’m afraid I have to tell you that we may have to flee this town. There’s a Khalasar headed straight for us.” Run away, again… When was the last time they had the peace of mind to stay in one place and keep what few friends they had? Although his brother was much more resistant to the idea, preferring to believe that his status, even in exile, forced him to demand friends of a higher rank. She did not have the same pride and could befriend and show great kindness to the lowest of men or women.

“Pack your things, I’ll arrange everything with our hostess.” Daenerys nodded and then stopped his brother before he left the room after kissing her forehead. “Brother, where will we go this time?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll find a place, haven’t I done it all these years? Why do I feel like this is a reproach, dear sister? Is it my fault that we are in exile? What they have done to us is unjust, and I will see that injustice punished. We are of royal blood, we are the blood of the Old Valyria, the blood of the dragon and they exterminated ours, they forced us to beg, to wander in rags, no forgiveness will be granted, we will take revenge dear sister.”

Daenerys took a few steps back, away from her brother who had come towards her in anger. She knew she was safe, she and her dear friend had made sure of that long ago, but her brother tended to be a little too self-centered, and he had to learn wisdom if he wanted to become a great king.

“Injustice�� It’s true, it’s unfair, and the murderers of our niece and nephew, but also of Elia, they will pay for it, and for everything that happened afterwards, but look around us, brother… Just yesterday I saw a child … younger than I was when we were kicked out of our house in Braavos, feeding on insects on the ground, drinking from a puddle of mud half dried out by the sun and the heat, I’m not even sure it was water. We are always privileged, but these people outside, they are starving, they are working themselves to death so that they can buy a little food and the little clothes they have on them. We have beautiful fabrics, we eat our fill, we know what it is like to live on the streets, but we don’t live like that anymore. “The Princess stopped for a moment to get closer to her brother and put a hand on his cheek before she added tenderly:

“I could be one of those women, in a brothel to survive and you too … you could have been sold into slavery in a fighting arena, you could be dead by now … and so could I. We’re always luckier than other people don’t forget that, brother.”

After dropping a tender kiss on his cheek, Daenerys walked away to the room where she prepared to gather her clothes for their possible future departure. Servants, sent by her brother, were already there and had preceded her. Daenerys smiled at the girls and told them that she could take care of her possessions, freeing them from an extra burden. She sat down on a trunk and lost herself in her thoughts for a few moments, playing with the ring that her knight had given her long ago and which had belonged to her mother, the only possession she had of her, this ring and the crown that her brother had. Ser Willem often spoke to her about her mother, he also told her that she looked a lot like her, that she was as sweet and kind, smiling and welcoming, that she often sang during the time she carried Daenerys in her womb and that she liked to be alone with her future Princess and to caress her hump while telling her stories about dragons and their family. Of course, she was too young for her knight to tell her about the darker parts of her mother’s life, and the suffering and violence she had endured during her marriage, but she had finally found out from someone else, and that day was the first day she had promised herself that she would never let a man do that to her. Knowing her future husband, she knew that promise would be kept.

The town square was teeming with people as usual, the market stalls were very crowded, you could find objects, food and fabrics from all over Essos, the Summer Islands, Westeros and a whole host of other less well-known places. In the middle of the square stood, proudly, the white marble statue of the Triarch Horonno, which could have been magnificent if only it had not been decapitated a long time ago by a rival faction. Most people spoke a derivative of the High Valyrian, but not only that, a whole host of foreign peoples and customs were accepted and respected in Selhorys, formerly one of the Possessions of Valyria, and which had managed to remain standing while other nearby towns were now in ruins during the conflict between the Rhoynars and the Dragon Lords. Essos was like a canvas painted in every possible color, depicting all peoples, all religions and all pleasures of the flesh, and this pleased the young Princess who was thirsty for knowledge and had spent a lot of time immersed in books, especially those from Westeros, where she could learn more about her home, things she had not learned from her brother or other people. Of course there were the dark sides of such diversification, slavery to begin with, in front of “The Painted Turtle” inn where most of the women, but also men, were pleasure slaves and tried by all means to lure passers-by inside in order to extract a few coins from them in exchange of sexual favors. Daenerys was no stranger to the practice, from a very young age she had seen everything there was to see about carnal relations between two or more people, most of the time in the middle of the street where people had no discomfort or desire for intimacy. But slaves occupied many other professions, fishermen, litter bearers, servants in inns or manses with the nobles, workers in the fields, hunters, all the difficult jobs were, of course, given to slaves.

The darkest thing, however, were the sacrifices she had been unlucky enough to witness, always in the name of some god or other, whether they were animals, simple precious objects or one or more people, she had never been spared from the atrocities of which her species was capable and her powerlessness to stop such things weighed only more heavily on her conscience. So many things had remained a mystery to her, but not an impossibility, after all, her ancestors had tamed and mounted dragons, they had made a steel so powerful that it could split normal armor in half, but this knowledge was now lost, even though some claim that in Qohor the blacksmiths are among the best and secretly keep the recipe for this unique steel.

She was now in front of the forges, accompanied by her brother, both hooded in a discreet outfit to avoid attracting attention. Even though their hair was not unique here, many people were lucky enough to possess the gold and silver hair of the Valyrians thanks to the crossbreeding practiced during their empire, the color of their eyes was much rarer, and they also had to wear very modest clothes to avoid curious looks, the poor or slaves attracted little attention and were more often considered as “part of the decor.” As they had no tattoos on their faces, indicating what kind of slave they were, they could only pretend to be poor, foreign merchants or artists, as Daenerys could easily pretend to be a singer, Viserys could only boast of being a good story counter.

Her brother had wanted to go to the markets to buy resources in case they were forced to flee the city quickly, but it was to the inn that he now went, claiming to want to quench his thirst, but Daenerys knew better, his brother was a man, a man with needs and a young woman in that inn had caught his attention, he certainly wanted to say goodbye to her.

The sought-after hostel was a little set back from the center of the city, you had to take several narrow streets to get there, it was the cheapest and most discreet place and the markets had attracted the majority of the population, the place was almost deserted except for a few children playing chase after chase, at times trying to steal the purses of poor people too naive to still believe in the innocence of the youngest. His brother had stepped up the pace, but Daenerys felt they were being watched, on every street corner they could come across thieves or worse, murderers or slavers. Her hand grabbed his brother’s to warn him, but he collapsed to the ground as Daenerys tried to free herself from her attacker’s grasp. It was then the look in Viserys’s eyes that told her that they were in no danger, at the same time a soft, familiar and comforting voice echoed in her ear:

“I could have been anyone and you’d both be dead by now … you’re reckless.”

Once released, the Princess turned around and was warmly greeted by the sight of her closest friend.

“Oberyn!” She threw herself into his arms and held him tightly to make up for the years that had separated them.

Somewhere, at a certain time

The city of Myr was one of the richest trading cities founded by the Valyrians and one of the nine Free Cities of Essos. This town had built its wealth on trade and its excellent merchants, thousands of them came every day to do business in this city, textiles and glass were unique and very expensive resources in this town, but also very desired. The population was also large and it became difficult to move through the streets without being jostled or blocked by a group of people attracted by a stall. This served the young Targaryens well as they could move more easily among the people thanks to their small frame and relieve some of the passers of their burdens. It was always Viserys who took care of the thefts, but the young girl was so adorable that sometimes people would give her a few coins when they saw her frail nature.

It had been three years since they had been forced to flee from Braavos and were surviving as best as they could, hunger and cold being their greatest difficulties with the fear that one day they would be recognized and put to death on the orders of the Usurper. The Prince had lost any royal attitude he might have had one day and was easily confused with the other inhabitants of the streets who were also begging for survival, his sister had never known royalty, she only had the memories that her brother had told her. It was hard for her to understand him, what he had known and lost, when all she had known was fear, poverty, cold, and hunger… That was the worst of it all, being hungry, smelling the food all over the streets, the smoke from the meat, the smell of bread … seeing people constantly eating and having only leftovers lying on the ground, or any kind of crawling animals they could catch. Once her brother had tried to fish, but without equipment all he managed to do was that the fish ran away and several fishermen threatened to cook him with their stews if they came back without food because of him. Dany burst out laughing when she saw her brother’s face, of course, at her young age, she didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation. In anger, Viserys had pulled her by the arm and carried her back to the place where they slept on the ground but out of sight. He had then spent the day looking out at the sea, repeating that he would return home one day and take revenge for the affronts he had suffered.

The last Targaryens were both sitting on a rock not far from the water, they had been lucky that day, the purse that Viserys had stolen contained enough coins for them to make a decent meal and they had been able to buy for each of them a piece of bread, lamprey pie and some spiced wine which Daenerys had spit out as soon as she found the taste foul. Her grimace, however, had worked a miracle, her brother had smiled at her. He hadn’t laughed, just smiled, something he hadn’t done since Braavos, and even there he smiled very rarely. “Dany look over there, in that direction, it’s Dorne and its burning sands. And there, it’s the Stormlands, they belong to the Usurper and his House, their dungeon is called “Storm’s End“ and it is known to withstand any storm. But believe me dear sister, one day it won’t be the storm that comes down on them, but the dragons, and their dungeon won’t stand up to it, I told you what happened to Harrenhal, didn’t I?” The young Princess nodded and said “But the dragons are gone…”

“They have existed, they will exist again, we are dragons, the last, we are not simple mortals, our heritage is great, and our duty even greater, our House will rise from its ashes and our dynasty will be even greater than in the time of Aegon the Conqueror or Valyria. Of this I am sure, and on that day our enemies will regret their betrayal.”

Daenerys understood what “enemies” were, she knew what death was, she had discovered it in spite of herself when Ser Willem had left this world, when her brother told her that their father, the King, had been betrayed and killed like a dog, and that because of their enemies they had to leave quickly to Dragonstone and that their mother had not been given the care necessary for her birth. Even the soldiers protecting the dungeon had wanted to sell them to the Usurper to save their lives and it was only thanks to Ser Willem and a few faithful servants that they were able to escape. But many things were still very complicated for her, so she listened to her brother without saying anything, dreaming of being able to eat her fill, of having a bit of warmth at night and above all, secretly wishing that her mother was there to take her in her arms. She would never have told Viserys, he had already told her several times that it was her fault that their mother had died, but how could she be responsible? She was just a baby… She didn’t understand, but kept quiet so that her brother would stop being angry with her.

“Look over there, that’s our ancestral dungeon, Dragonstone, and over there,” he waved to her, moving his finger a few inches. “That’s King’s Landing, home, our stolen home, one day we will go home sister.”

Dany wanted her home, she wanted her mother, her family, food and a warm bed, Dany wanted many things that a child should always have, but at this moment she would have liked more than anything that her brother took her in his arms, she then hugged very tightly the piece of stuffed cloth with the effigy of a dog she had found in the street, it was all dirty and smelled of death, but it was also her only source of comfort in these difficult times.

Viserys had wanted to eat at an inn because of the meager coins he had stolen today, the place didn’t please his little sister too much, the men were rude and smelled like horse shit, the women always came to their table and sat on her brother’s lap while whispering things in his ear and looking at Dany with a vicious look. Daenerys was a bit jealous, she had been enjoying going on her brother’s lap while he told her stories about their house, but lately he was getting more and more angry with her and didn’t want to carry her anymore, he said that she wasn’t a child anymore and that the dragon wasn’t weak, but these women were much older and he seemed very happy that they were on him. Viserys got up and asked her to wait for him for a few moments without moving, he spoke for a few moments with another woman who looked at the girl. She kept looking while Viserys disappeared into another room.

Dany was a little scared to be alone, even though she suspected that her brother had asked this lady to keep an eye on her, anyone could force her outside and take her away from Viserys forever. Just when she wanted to get up to join her brother, or even to go to the woman who was always watching her, a man sat down in front of her. He had tanned skin, a mustache and smiled kindly at the girl. Dany looked down and wanted to run away when he spoke.

“You’re a pretty little girl, you almost look like a princess. There are princesses in my house too, wouldn’t you like to meet them? They could lend you their dresses and toys?” Daenerys smiled shyly and saw her frightened brother trying to hide something in a bag before approaching.

“Leave her alone.” Viserys approached and took his sister’s hand in his to leave, but the man stood up, his gaze threatening towards the Prince.

“Your brother is very rude, you know.” He stood behind Daenerys and put his hands on her shoulders. “How do you know he’s my brother?” The man then bent down and whispered in his ear, “I know many things, little dragon…” One look from him assured Viserys that he’d better follow him. The man took the Princess’s hand and gently led her upstairs into what seemed to be the room he had rented for his stay. The place was quite small, a simple space to sleep, or do other things, it was a brothel after all, the noises coming through the walls bear witness to this. There was a jug of wine on a small table in the corner of the room, and the man served a glass to the Prince, who hesitated before drinking, then seemed delighted, and the man spoke again.

“Dornish wine, the best…” Viserys took a sip and then replied with a smile, “Pale imitation of the Arbor Gold but it is good indeed… You are certainly Westerosi, Dornish? Anyway, I don't know who you're confusing us with, but you’re mistaken, we’re from Lys, she’s my little sister and I ran away with her so she wouldn’t become a pleasure slave.” When Viserys turned around, he saw his sister rummaging through his bag and pulling out their mother’s crown, which he had refused to sell until now, the only memory he had of her apart from the ring his sister had, but the difficulty of feeding herself was increasing day by day, people were becoming more and more suspicious of children for stealing their purses and yesterday he had seen a man catch one of them trying to steal him, he had not seen what happened to the child afterwards, but he was sure that the punishment had to be consequent. He had climbed up a large rock surrounded by water to hide the most precious object they had, which he was desperate to sell.

“Viserys, what is it doing in your bag?” His brother panicked for a moment in front of the stranger, but he didn’t seem surprised at all. He walked up to Daenerys and stroked the object with one finger.

“She was beautiful your mother, I still remember her royal posture, a real queen, not like your father.” The Prince pulled the crown away from the stranger and drew Daenerys behind him as the child began to ask about their mother. “Who are you?! If you want to do the Usurper’s dirty work, you’ll regret it, you talk to the true King!” Viserys always carried a dagger with him, he was never very good with a sword, and the weapon would have been too flashy, expensive and heavy to carry, a dagger was much more inconspicuous and the only weapon they had to defend themselves. He tried to stab the man with it, but he dodged and knocked the young Prince to the ground. Daenerys began to cry when she saw her brother on the floor, but the man calmed her down immediately.

“I won’t hurt you, little princess, or your brother, but I can’t let him kill me, can I? If you two will calm down, I can tell you why I’m here.” The man took some more wine and served it to the Prince and then sat down on his bed wanting the Princess to come next to him, but Viserys kept his sister close, the stranger’s face lost all smile.

“We do no harm to the children in Dorne … we are neither Lannister nor Baratheon… But we, too, are sure to pay our debts, and our fury is worth far more than that of the Stag… We are patient, we love justice and vengeance, but we can wait to strike better and harder. The time for two children to grow up. ” The man stood up and talk again, emphasizing each of the names he spoke in his beautiful Dornish voice. “Justice for Rhaenys Targaryen, justice for Aegon Targaryen and justice for Elia Martell…” Seriousness had replaced his light and friendly attitude, his words more furious than the snakes that inhabited his lands.

“My name is Oberyn Martell, and I want only two things from you. Fire and Blood.”

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Thank you for reading. I prefer not to give a date for the publication of the second chapter, but I will do it as quickly as possible.

I wanted to write Dany's song myself but I like this one :) The song is called "The Wild Rover" interpreted by The Dubliners (Viva Ireland and its songs!) But I like the version of a french group : Wild Rover - Naheulband if you want to listen to it, the intro is long though. All the images used in this chapter were open access.

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stilldanytrash · 5 years ago

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I might not have gotten to this part yet on the fic, but,

Yara stretched out between the silken sheets lazily, not opening her eyes as she felt the morning sun kiss her face. With one callused hand, she skimmed across the bed blindly until she felt her hand touch the warm body beside her. She cracked an eye to soak in Daenerys' sleeping face. Her silver blonde hair was around her like a halo of moonlight, strands of her hair covered her face and rose and fell with each breath. The smooth skin was naked beneath the sheets and scared in a few places. Yara's eye drifted to her breast where the still deep, half healed scar peaked out threateningly. She was alive. Really alive. Yara hadn't dreamt it, then. Hadn't dreamt the night before, hadn't dreamt the tears, or the fact that Daenerys wanted her in the same bed. The Targaryen woman had been shrunk, afraid Yara would turn her away. Until she replied that she'd be honored to guard her. Dany slept naked, Yara was still clad in her nightdress. Daenerys slowly cracked open a blue green eye, the green around her pupil lighter than the blue that surrounded it. “Yara?” She croaked, concern filling that beautiful pale face of hers. Yara's hand found Dany's warm hand, took it and gave it a gentle squeeze. “It's okay.” She never thought she'd be a soft woman, the Iron will of hers seemed to melt for the Dragon Queen. “I'll never leave you.” Never betray you. “And I will always stay with you.” The silver woman smiled sleepily before her eyes fluttered shut. “And I will stay with you, Yara Greyjoy... Now, and always.” She murmured groggily as she drifted back into sleep.

#game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #yara greyjoy #danyara fan fic #danyara #fluff #a little nsfw?#I don't know #It's fluff more than anything #it's canon dany sleeps naked so fuck you #Long live the lesbians #my fanfic #game of thrones season 8 rewrite

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fandomficsnstuff · 2 years ago

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Little Dragon - 19

Summary: You were a child slave of Meereen, when one day a silver haired woman sets you free. Though your master isn’t too keen on letting you go, and Daenerys took personal action to see you freed and taken care of.

(Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and guess what? MORE FLUFF!!:3)

High Valyrian is in cursive

Dress:https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/281543719052873/

Daario’s gift:https://co.pinterest.com/pin/192880796532589610/

Crown:https://co.pinterest.com/pin/AbN0ixO56v2Wj6H6PxtKFaYsPF36hQ4JkyUMKwjcjzDKr5UdXRjz6dM/

Hair:https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/AXxDcTImMu_iN63SHq1HSC3LOrYhgMY3rlTckUReYLp67G2EGy39O8Y/

Throne:https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/309622543126026921/

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Looking into the mirror as the final touches on your hair was being made by the servant behind you, Elise, a short woman with red hair and brown eyes. There was a knock on the door and Elise glanced at you through the mirror walking to the door and opening after you gave her a nod. You got out of your chair as the door was opened, turning to see Tyrion and Gray Worm, a soft smile forming on your lips at the sight of them near each other and Tyrion’s throat uncut. “Your Grace, you look beautiful” Tyrion complimented as he bowed gracefully, a small smirk tugging on your lips “you’re not half bad yourself, Lord Hand” you teased lightly, your eyes turning to Gray Worm who stared at you with a deep frown, making your own smile fade as you began to grow concerned. “What is it?” you asked with concern and you swore you saw tears in his eyes before he blinked them away “your mother would be proud, Your Grace” he stated calmly and now it was your turn to feel the stinging of tears in your eyes, a smile forming yet again on your face as you walked over and hugging him briefly. “Missandei would be proud of you” you whispered as you put a hand on his shoulder before turning to Tyrion. “Is everything in place?” you asked gently as Elise walked over to you, silently asking if she could continue her work and you nodded, walking over to your chair and sitting back down, Elise getting straight to work on your hair. “Yes, Your Grace. Yara Greyjoy and the Ice Waters have returned. House Yronwood of Dorne has come to pledge their allegiance at your coronation, Robin Arryn has arrived as well with the same intent and so has Bronn…” Tyrion listed off and you nodded softly, frowning ever so slightly at your own reflection. So few houses were left, the Martells were gone so Yronwood took over Dorne as the second largest house, Robin Arryn was but a boy, Bronn was… well as Tyrion put it; ‘Bronn is Bronn’. “Another one has arrived as well, from Essos, the ship is about to dock in the ha-” you flew out of your chair at the thought of seeing Daario again, Elise barely managing to keep up with you as you ran through the hallways, your skirt lifted up so you wouldn’t trip on it, Tyrion feebly trying to catch up with you while Gray Worm relaxed and walked at a casual pace after you.

You couldn’t stop grinning as you saw him talk with one of the Unsullied you had sent to get him. His beard had gotten a bit longer, so had his hair and you forgot who you were as you sprinted towards him and jumped up, wrapping your arms around him as he spun you around while hugging you, Elise, Tyrion and Gray Worm catching up, the first two staring in shock at the new queen who was being spun around like a little girl, while Gray Worm allowed himself to smirk briefly, very briefly, at the sight. “You came!” you exclaimed as you were finally put down, Daario placing his hands on your shoulders as he looked you up and down “of course I came, Little Dragon! I would never miss your name day” he stated with a smirk, grinning as he made you chuckle lightly. “How is Mereen?” you asked with a small frown, Daario giving you a sad smile “I’ve heard nothing of slavery since you and your mother left… the people have begun to elect a new ruler, they’ve formed several laws and is currently putting them in place… the Second Sons are hardly needed there any longer” Daario informed and you nodded softly as you walked with Daario off the docks towards Tyrion, Elise and Gray Worm. “The Second Sons… they want to come to Westeros, (Y/N), I’ve talked with several of them and they all agree that they want to serve you” Daario added, heat filling your cheeks as you looked down with a soft smile “that’s very kind of them, but I don’t think the realm could afford it-”

“No, they won’t be paid, they only want to be part of your Queensgarde” Daario stated with a smirk, watching you as your eyes went wide in shock as you stopped, turning to look at him. “M-Me? Why?” you asked with shock, Daario chuckling “most remember when you ruled Mereen while Daenerys was gone, (Y/N). Even back then you were a just and fine ruler, besides, most of them want to see the famous Westeros and King’s Landing” Daario noted with a sly smirk, making you chuckle lightly “if that’s what they want, they’re more than welcome, but Brienne must meet them all and give her opinion on them… and what about you, Daario?” you asked with a small frown, stopping to look at him as he looked at you with soft eyes. Daario almost began to kneel but you quickly ushered him up, cheeks burning with embarrassment “don’t do that! You don’t need to do that!” you hissed, Daario chuckling as he got back up and continued to walk by your side, Elise and Gray Worm walking behind the two of you while Tyrion had left when you stepped off of the docks, seeing as Daario had all but ignored him. “Why not, Your Grace?” Daario asked through his own laughter and your cheeks got even hotter “because-... that’s what the people of Westeros do at the coronation! I-I’m not a queen” you stated with a huff, pouting lightly which made Daario chuckle “yet” he added in a teasing tone and you rolled your eyes, stopping and turning to face Elise and Gray Worm “Torgo Nudho, could you please show Daario to the barracks where he can get some rest?” you asked calmly, Gray Worm nodding and approaching Daario who smirked and patted Gray Worm’s shoulder as the two of them went off.

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Sitting at the head of a table outside felt… strange, to say the least. Daario was sitting at your left, Tyrion to your right as you didn’t have anyone else to sit with, Daario making you laugh and chuckle, occupying your mind so you didn’t think too much of it, he didn’t want you to dwell on the fact that he was just about the only one you had left. “When do you sail back to Mereen?” you asked while taking a sip of the wine in your goblet, Daario tensing up as he frowned at you “what do you mean? I’m not going back to Mereen” he stated with a nervous chuckle, putting his own goblet down to look at you, finding you already looking at him with a sad smile. “Yes you are… until a new ruler is elected you have to keep the peace and order, you know I’d go myself if I didn’t have the responsibility of King’s Landing” you pointed out, watching Daario as his smile faded, his gaze returning to the decorated table as he thought about it. “(Y/N)-”

“Daario, it was my mother’s wish… once it’s fulfilled, you’re more than welcome here, you know that… my mother only had a few wishes, to get rid of slavery, rule King’s Landing fairly and make sure that slavery will never rise again, especially not in the cities she has liberated. She can’t rule King’s Landing and she has already gotten rid of slavery, now it’s up to us to make sure it stays this way, peaceful, free” you stated softly, Daario sighing as he looked down briefly before nodding, looking back up at you as he leaned back in his chair “as you wish, Your Grace” he mumbled and you gave him a soft smile “don’t be like that, please” you begged softly, seeing him nod once more as he forced a smile on his lips “you’re right, Little Dragon” he murmured and you blushed, looking down as you smiled only for your attention to snap back to him as he patted the table loudly before standing up. Everyone’s attention shifting to Daario as he walked around the large table you sat at moving to stand in front of you as he pulled something out from a hidden pocket, walking over to stand in front of you, the table in between as he neatly laid it out in front of you, your eyes scanning over what appeared to be some form of jewelry with red and white stones, made of gold. “Once, when I was a young man, before I met your mother, the late Queen Daenerys, I served briefly under a Braavosi noble woman as her bodyguard. I saw her wear this, forgot about it when I moved on with my life, but a stunning piece such as this should never be forgotten, neither shall (Y/N) Targaryen, First of her name” Daario said loudly with a proud smirk, people clapping as he moved back to his seat, sitting down as he picked up the piece with gentle hands.

Daario carefully slid it on your left hand and over your middle finger and wrist, securing it with a smirk as you stared at it with wide eyes and a grin that started to make your cheeks hurt. You wrapped your arms around Daario and hugged him tightly, hearing him chuckle lightly as he gladly hugged you back. “Happy nameday, Little Dragon” he muttered quietly so only you could hear, tears threatening to spill over and run down your cheeks as you parted from him, “Daario, I thought I told you I wanted no gifts?” you asked quietly as you admired the piece, Daario merely smirking “I had it already made” he lied and you rolled your eyes but accepted the gift anyway with a smile.

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Your chest felt heavy as you watched the people gather in the hall, it felt as though your knees would buckle at any moment, letting you fall to the ground where the Iron Throne had once been standing, now melted and gone, you had ordered it to be melted into something useful, something the people could use, a new throne standing in it’s scorched place. You gulped lightly as you watched them create a path, the remaining nobles and highbornes standing to the side of the hall as the new High Septon arrived, a tall, lanky old man dressed in white robes, with more gray and white hair on his cheeks and chin than on his head, his expression one of indifference. There were dragon banners hanging behind you, Gray Worm standing to your left with what would be your crown soon, sitting comfortably on a beautiful black cushion. As the High Septon reached you, you bowed and courtesies as you had been taught, hoping that when you lifted your head you wouldn’t see malice in his eyes. You slowly lifted your head, almost daringly, your eyes meeting his and you saw a faint smile, your heart nearly stopping with relief as you stood back up as he walked past you to Gray Worm. He picked up the crown and your eyes returned to the people in the hall, heart beating harder than before in your chest, your palms sweaty as the High Septon walked over to you, holding the crown above your head. “I give you; (Y/N) Targaryen, first of her name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoyner and the First Men, Protector of the Six Kingdoms of Westeros, Queen of the Realm and the Last Dragon, long may she reign!” the last words were echoed in the hall as you felt the crown be placed on your head, it was heavier than you thought it’d be, tears in your eyes as you looked out over the hall, people chanting ‘long may she reign’, a small, proud smile on your lips as you basked in it. She would have loved this, she would have watched from the sidelines with a proud smile on her lips, standing next to Missandei as they both watched you with pride, (Y/N) Targaryen, Queen of Westeros. You could almost see her out of the corner of your eyes, standing there, clapping with a proud smile on her face and tears of joy in her eyes, chanting along with the others in the hall. You sat down on the new throne and the hall began to grow quiet, your eyes scanning the crown nervously as Tyrion stepped forward, his pin neatly on his chest. “If anyone wishes to pledge themselves to our new Queen, I believe this is the moment for it” Tyrion stated loudly and you had to bite your lips together to not chuckle at his choice of words, your eyes moving to the center as someone stepped forward, the young boy from the Vale, Robin Arryn. “Queen (Y/N), the Vale is yours, now and forever” the young boy said loudly as he kneeled, a smile forming on your face as you nodded “thank you, Lord Arryn, you have my faith, trust and gratitude” you replied softly, watching the young boy nod as he stood back up and walked back in place, next was house Yronwood, the Dornish man stepping forward as he bowed his head and kneeled as well. “Queen (Y/N), Dorne is yours, now and forever, long may you reign” he stated as loudly as he could and you smiled softly “thank you, Lord Yronwood, I can only hope Dorne will flourish in the coming years” you stated with a bow of your head, the Dornish man standing up with a smirk “it will under your reign, Your Grace… you know, I have a son about your age-” Anders Yronwood as cut off as Gray Worm took a step closer while gripping his dagger, only to halt as you raised your hand, amusement clear on your face as the entire hall waited with bated breaths. Would you laugh? Order his execution? Imprison him for insinuating such a thing?

You chuckled lightly as you nodded to Gray Worm, watching him stand back as you looked back at Lord Yronwood. “I’m flattered, My Lord, but I want the realm back on it’s feet before I think of such things” you stated with amusement, the hall chuckling lightly as Yronwood nodded and stepped back into the crowd. You couldn’t help but smile as Yara stepped forward, smirking lightly at you, about to kneel when you shook your head and stood up. “I’m flattered, Lady Grayjoy, you stood by my mother, I remember seeing you in Mereen… to see you kneel when you’ve earned so much of my respect and love wouldn’t feel right,” you stated as you walked down the few steps and walked towards her as she stood back up with a small hint of confusion. “Thank you” you muttered as you reached your hand out to her, as your mother had done, and Yara smirked when she noticed the resemblance, gripping your wrist as you gripped hers. “The Ice Waters are yours, now and forever, Your Grace” she stated loudly with pride, making you smile as you gave her a thankful nod. You turned back around and walked back to the throne, sitting down on it and nodding lightly, watching Yara join the crowd once more. Your eyebrows quirked up in surprise as you saw someone you didn’t recognise, your gaze moving to Tyrion who looked somewhat shocked before turning to you. “Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, Your Grace” he stated before looking back at Bronn, your eyes moving back to the man as he nodded. “Your Grace, I think it’s safe ter say you’ve done well for King’s Landing in the year you’ve been ‘ere, I have been serving as a Master of Coin in the small council which I would like to have the honor of again, if you’ll have me, and I think it’s obvious by now but my sword is yours” he stated casually, unlike the other lords and Yara who had a sense of pride, a larger-than-life type of air around them. “And I’ve heard many good things about your work as Master of coin, your wish is accepted and I hereby entrust you with the wealth of the city, you’ve done a good job before, let’s continue that, shall we?” you asked half jokingly, the hall chuckling as Bronn smirked and chuckled lightly “with pleasure, Your Grace. Though I don’t have any sons ter offer ya” he stated jokingly and you laughed briefly “thank you, Bronn” you stated with a smirk, watching him nod and walk back into the crowd.

You smiled as Gendry stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back until he bowed his head and kneeled “Queen (Y/N), the Stormlands are yours, now and forever” he announced and you couldn’t help but smirk “thank you, Lord Baratheon. You’ve done both me and King’s Landing a great service in the year you’ve been here, helping us repair, get back to the way life was before, thank you” you stated softly, watching him get up with a nod and walk back into the crowd, another face walking up, looking slightly hesitant. “My Lord, if you don’t want to pledge yourself, you don’t have to…” you stated loudly, Tyrion leaning a bit closer, letting you know this was Edmund Tully, Catelyn Stark’s brother, uncle to the now Queen of the North. “Lord Tully, pledge yourself to your niece instead if you’d like, you are under no obligation to follow me, the Riverlands are a part of the North” you announced loudly, the man studying you before nodding softly, hesitantly kneeling while you stared at him with confusion, standing up before he could begin to talk. “Lord Edmund Tully, there’ll be no repercussions if you leave now and pledge yourself to your niece, no one will blame you. Remember that before you do anything, if you pledge yourself to me, I’ll expect you to uphold that oath” you stated in a serious tone as you walked closer to him, hearing his ragged and unsure breathing as he kept his head low. “Edmund…” you kneeled down to be at his eye level, seeing him tentatively raise his head to look at you “go, be with your family and niece, don’t pledge yourself to someone else when you have your niece waiting in the North” you said quietly, watching his eyes as he narrowed them at you. “Queen (Y/N), the Riverlands are yours, now and forever, that is my oath and that is what I will fulfill” he stated loudly and you sighed softly “I’m touched by your decision, Lord Tully, if you’re sure it’s what you truly want then I’ll gladly accept it, thank you” you stated softly, putting one of your hands on his shoulder as you stood up, prompting him to follow. “Thank you for your trust” you added, watching him nod before walking back into the crowd, a sigh leaving your lips as you walked back to the throne and sat down on it.

You frowned lightly as you watched Daario walk from the crowd to stand in the front, right in front of you, a soft smirk on his lips. “Didn’t think you’d get through this thing without me, did you? I’m uh, not so sure what the Westerosi culture is, this whole kneeling thing, though I know you lot don’t like foreigners…” he stated with a smirk as he glanced around quickly before looking back at you, kneeling on not just one knee, but both. “Queen (Y/N) Targaryen, Your Grace. I served your mother, from Yunkai to Mereen… I ask that you allow me to follow you now, to wherever it’ll take me, my death, happiness, peace, as long as it’s in your footsteps” Daario spoke softer than the others, tears forming in your eyes which you quickly blinked away, clearing your throat “stand, Daario Naharis, you’re welcome at my side whenever you want, all I ask is that you promise to do what I asked first” you stated with a small frown, hearing him scoff as he stood up “when did I ever fail your mother?” he asked rhetorically and you smiled softly, subtly nodding your head to where he had been standing before, a smirk on his lips as he bowed his head and walked back to his spot.

#Daenerys Targaryen #Daenerys x Kid!Reader #Daenerys x Reader #GoT #Game of Thrones #GoTfic #Little Dragon

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