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artedimichelangelo · 1 year

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Hi! if your taking requests I’d like to request something! Could you please write a Jaime Lannister x fem!reader in which she’s his friend and has always had feelings for him, and she’s one of the few people who has never called him kingslayer because she couldn’t believe he was a bad person even if she didn’t know the whole story. And maybe after he loses his hand he comes back to king’s landing and he feels worthless (cause he can’t fight anymore and everyone even cersei is treating him badly) but reader stays by his side and reassures him. So he notices that she’s the only one who’s always been there for him and in a moment of vulnerability he tells her the whole mad king story. And she feels really bad for what happened to him also because she sees how it’s something that still haunts him so she hugs him and he has someone to comfort him for the first time. He’s been though so much and I just want him to have someone who’s there for him because they genuinely care 🥲.

I hope what I said made sense because english is not my first language. Anyway feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t inspire you! :)

For the first time - Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader.

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I hope this fic is to your liking and if maybe you wanted something different, please feel free to tell me.

Also, I think I got carried away with this one, let me know what you think.

Plus, if there is something in the warnings or in general that I forgot to mention, you can tell me without problems.

Oh I also recommend the song For the first time by Mac DeMarco for this one.

Pairings: Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader, mentions of Cersei Lannister and Bronn.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; not very much proofread; a tiny bit of angst; mentions of blood; fluff.

Word Count: 3710.

As the sun set, the Red Keep was under surveillance of the royal guards, even more so than in the morning.

When the servants lit the lanterns, Y/n knew that her watch had begun and she would have to keep an eye on the corridors of the king's residence.

By now she knew her shifts by heart and had got used to them, as she had been serving the royal family as a knight for years.

Her father was an old acquaintance of the king, so it was not difficult to obtain this role in the fortress.

Y/n was the only woman among all the other knights; she had to protect others but also herself, as many of the men she worked with were uncouth and often disrespected her.

However, she unfortunately had gotten used to it and had her reflexes ready for any hypothetical attack.

Whilst wandering through the corridors faintly lit by the flames of the torches, she could only hear subtle whispers, precisely of two voices overlapping, one interrupting the other and not even giving each other time to breathe.

As she proceeded, Y/n had to take great care not to make noise with her armour, which barely scraped the walls against which she had flattened herself so as not to be seen.

By doing so, she was able to see who the voices corresponded to: one belonged to Cersei Lannister and the other to Jaime, her twin brother and a close friend of Y/n's.

"You're ridiculous, it's as if you're betraying me." Said the queen with venom, lowering her clipped voice even more after hearing a footstep around the corner of the hall. "Know that if I fall into the void, you come down with me."

With such words, or rather threats, she left the golden-haired knight on the spot, his gaze lost in the darkness..

Jaime was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence of his dear companion, at least not until he heard her voice muffled in his ears.

"Is something troubling you?" Y/n repeated for the umpteenth time.

She had only eavesdropped on a minimal part of the conversation between the two siblings, but from the expression on the man's face before her, Y/n could deduce that it was not particularly pleasant.

"To tell you the truth, yes.'" The young Lannister replied, his arms crossed against the thick metal of his golden breastplate. "Our days are so hectic that we haven't even had time to exchange a few words today, I have truly missed your suave voice."

"I see that flattery never lacks, what an honour." Y/n said snarkily, a hand on her chest as noble women do when they receive compliments from high-ranking lords. "Don't make me blush with your beaming smile, I don't think my heart can handle that."

Actually, Y/n really liked her friend's compliments, they made her feel important and her princely smile always gave her goosebumps. But she would never confess that to him, she had no intention of inflating the man's ego.

"Seriously though, I know when something's wrong, Jaime, I can see it in your sad eyes."

At that point his gaze lowered to the stone tiles on the floor. No matter how hard he tried, his friend was capable of reading a person as if they were a young lads' book.

"Nothing relevant, simple bickering between Lannisters, you know how it is by now." He laughed it off, but Y/n could swear she saw the man's eyes glaze over, as if he was exhausted and wanted to cry cascades.

Instinctively, she embraced him, and the clash of metal protecting them could be distinctly heard in the cool night.

The so-called Kingslayer was taken by surprise, but he did not budge; on the contrary, he reciprocated this action that was almost foreign to him, as it was full of affection.

He had not received such intense and warm hugs since he was a toddler.

"It is not fair of me to insist on this subject, however, know that you are not alone and that you are loved." She breathed into his ear, her voice like a sweet melody he wished he could hear every morning.

Y/n loved the man and would have given her own life to make him realise how remarkable he was.

Jaime's hand covered by his thick leather gloves moved to the woman's shoulders, as if to attract her attention. The golden knight almost wished he could caress her scarred face from the past, yet he considered it might be an inappropriate move.

"You know, from a distance you definitely look shorter." He received a hearty chuckle from the brave woman in front of him. "Glad to amuse you so much."

"Let's say you can be hilarious at times, if you don't wake up in a bad mood." She sneered, the muscles in her face almost hurt from how much they tightened, but she couldn't stop laughing.

And it was in that pleasant moment, that Jaime had the desire to capture Y/n in a painting, for in her simplicity and modesty, with her hair dishevelled and a few wisps surrounding her face, the blond lion saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he had thought the first time he saw her.

"Do I have something on my face?" Once again she roused him from his thoughts, Jaime's eyes constantly lit up with every interaction with the well-known cunning knight. "This is not the time to be distracted, Ser Jaime Lannister, the long night awaits us and we must remain alert for the coming of morrow!"

"You're the one who talks in circles and makes me lose focus, don't talk bollocks!" He replied, patting her on the shoulder, thus beginning a brief fight of playful shoving, their thin laughter heard only by the stars in the dark blue.

Gathered in the courtyard of the Red Keep were the royal knights, led by Jaime Lannister, ready to move on the new enemy, Robb Stark of Winterfell.

"If we follow the plans, we will be able to trample that brat and prevail over his soldiers." The golden knight's voice boomed against the walls, making it impossible to miss. "And if all goes as planned, we will be able to return to King's Landing with victory in our grasp."

As he concluded his speech, his gaze crossed Y/n's confused one on the other side of the yard.

"I didn't think there was a gathering, nor that we had to leave." Said the woman as soon as the young Lannister reached her.

"That is because I did not actually mention it to you."

"It doesn't matter, it happens to anyone to make a mistake, so around what time of day is the departure?"

Jaime looked at her as if in sorrow and in order to speak to her privately, he gently took Y/n's wrist and led her to a hidden corridor, away from prying eyes.

"I did not mention it because you are not coming with us." He grimaced, feeling guilty and expecting a strong disappointment from his friend.

"But I cannot stay here and do nothing while you fight, it is not fair for you to lose your blood out there while I am safe in here." The brave young knight felt the world falling on her, she could not just stand there while the others left, only to perhaps not return.

The woman’s glazed eyes met Jaime's again, her lip quivering to prevent her from shedding any tears, and that heartbroken expression made the blonde-haired knight's heart ache.

"I want to come with you."

"No, no, no, no, Y/n, I implore you." Instinctively, the young Lannister captured the lady’s face in his hands, holding her firmly by the cheeks. The warmth of her skin made his palms tingle almost in a pleasant way. "I have not made this decision to make you grieve and distress, not even to invalidate your abilities. I did it for you, Y/n, for you are as dear to me as the Moon is to the Stars."

Was it strange on the lion's part to find the doe's face extremely bewitching during her cry?

The usual strands of hair escaping from her ponytail were now as if glued to her cheeks, tears and sweat had held them against her rosy, freshly sun-kissed skin.

And Jaime had never felt his stomach in a knot, as if thousands of butterflies were flapping their wings inside it. Often blinded by the presence of his twin sister, he had never paid attention to how much Y/n truly cared for him and loved him, perhaps even more than Cersei.

"Listen to me carefully, hm?" The knight before him nodded, so that he could proceed. "I will return to you, I promise and I mean it. You know well that we Lannisters always keep our promises."

Without debating Y/n moved closer to the crook of Jaime's neck, so that she could feel his scent and the warmth of his body a little closer, as if her mind had to remember those minor details so that she would not be feeling lonely in the days when the blond knight was absent.

Oh, how she longed to confess all her love and adoration to him, and how she wanted to hurt those who called him terrible names without even knowing the truth about his past.

"Know that I will wait patiently for your return, and I swear by the seven kingdoms that if you do not make it back, I will come directly to get you from the depths of hell where you will end up."

They both smiled sadly, as if to relieve the tension of the moment.

"Make a safe return, Ser Jaime Lannister, and know that, even from afar, I protect you." Y/n recomposed herself and the two shook hands for the last time, him putting more pressure as if he did not want to leave her there, but duty awaited the man.

That was the last time Y/n saw Jaime Lannister in King's Landing, still intact and with every piece of his shining armour on his shoulders, his golden hair only barely concealed by his helmet, and his friendly voice overpowering that of all the other men as he made the way to their destination.

On a particularly heated day in the blazing sun, Y/n had obtained a free morning off of duty, so she took the opportunity to read some old letters sent by her father.

Sometimes she missed her hometown, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting up to her chamber window and the voice of her father commanding everyone around him with his booming voice.

Immersed in the words of ink on the thin parchment, the knight had not noticed a presence under the archway at the entrance to her chamber.

She was so quiet and beautiful, as if he had seen her for the first time.

"Y/n." Faintly from the man's cracked lips came the name of the woman, who turned around, stunned, as if she had seen a ghost.

As she rose from her bed, she dropped all the letters on the ground, but it mattered little as seeing Jaime Lannister again after so long made her fling herself at him.

"Are you real? Who did this to you? I convinced myself you were never coming back, I thought... I thought you were dead." She asked frantically, but received no reply. "Does Cersei know of your return?" She questioned again, helping him reach the masters so they could tend to his wounds.

"No, you’re the first person I wanted to see." He managed to say, and if it hadn’t been for Y/n, his face would have collided with the red rock tiles of the castle, as his legs were giving out and he was about to fall.

After the proper care, Y/n offered to help Jaime take a hot and relieving bath.

It would not have been an uncomfortable situation, since they had known each other all their lives and she was there especially to protect him in that vulnerable state.

"You should not be here to assist me, I have never deserved any kind of attention from you." He murmured in a grimace, as his friend poured warm water on his head. "This water is boiling, do you perhaps wish to see me bald?"

"Nonsense."

And Jaime did not understand if that reply referred to what he said first, or to his complaints.

"I promised you I would come back and here I am in the flash, or at least most of it."

"Also thanks to Brienne, because your tongue could have stopped you from returning to King’s Landing." Y/n responded seriously, her calloused hands massaging oils through his now dirty blond hair.

He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes.You should have seen the look on her face. The look I've seen for 17 years on face after face." He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes. "You are the only exception and this makes me feel less of a human shit… but everyone else? No, they all despise me. Kingslayer. Oath breaker. Man without honour. Ever heard of wildfire?"

"Of course."

"The mad king was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn--the way their skin blackened, blistered, melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like; he burned Hands that disobeyed him; he burned anyone that was against him." The weak lion shook his head as his past resurfaced before his eyes, he remembered it all as if it had occurred the day before. "Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere, so he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city: beneath the Sept of Baelor, the slums of flea bottom, under houses, stables, taverns, even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came."

Y/n was somewhat shaken, but this did not prevent her naive curiosity from knowing more about the story.

"What happened afterwards?" She asked timidly, moving in front of the man, as if to show she was all ears.

"Robert Baratheon marched upon the capitol after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the mad king as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the king didn't listen to me, didn't listen to Varys, who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey sunken cunt."

The woman shuddered at the name of the Grandmaster. She never liked him, and he was merely a court rodent who should have been eliminated a long time before.

"He told him that he could trust the Lannisters, since they have always been loyal friends of the crown. So, we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Fucking imbecile." He laughed bitterly. "Once again I came to the king begging him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father's head. Then he turned to his pyromancer and told him to burn them all. "Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds." He ordered him… tell me, if your king commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women and children were burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?"

Jaime looked straight into her eyes, but he did not really need an answer, for he already knew it. Y/n would never have let that happen and would have made the same decision as the young Lannister.

"So what did I decide to do? First, I killed the pyromancer, and then when the king turned to flee I drove my sword into his back. "Burn them all," he kept saying. "Burn them all." I don't think he expected to die. He meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again reborn as a dragon and turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen."

"And that's where Ned Stark found you." It was not difficult for the clever woman to put the pieces of the puzzle together, thus revealing why the lord of Winterfell loathed and despised Jaime so much.

"Exactly. That's where Ned Stark found me."

"If this is true, why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?"

"Stark. You think the honourable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?" The man suddenly stood up, ravaged by fury and anger.

By then, the bubbles in the tub had vanished and the water had turned cold, like a winter's night.

In order not to disrespect her superior, the woman turned away, subsequently handing him a bathrobe to cover himself.

"I believe you and I guarantee that I have always been on your side, and always will be, for better or for worse. I know there is little I can do, for the damage has now been done, but I have no intention of ever leaving you alone." She promised Jaime, slowly ushering him towards his chamber.

Y/n's hands gently held the figure at her side, as if she had become accustomed to its fragility.

She was used to holding her sword firmly and tightly to unsheathe it against her enemies; but with the man she loved, her hands were tender and cautious, as if he were the feather of a dove.

Settled in his bed and wrapped in the soft sheets, Jaime could finally rest, or at least recover before getting back into the swing of things.

"Get some proper sleep, you and I will have a lot to do together over the next few days." Y/n gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and bid him a good night.

"See you in the morrow." Whispered the knight, more to himself, touching the spot on his forehead that was graced by the most exquisite lips he had ever seen.

"You are very clever Bronn, but not clever enough!" Y/n exclaimed in amusement, and between laughs continued to smack her friend's backside as spite.

Joining the two on the shore of the beach was Jaime, and every time he saw her, he could swear it was like seeing her for the first time, in which he was completely dumbfounded by her persona.

"Look who's here, finally the princess has joined us."

"Funny Bronn, really, I didn't think you could be so funny." Replied the blond sarcastically, already having his sword drawn in his left hand.

"I'll leave you two alone, be sure to knock her ass out, avenge me my friend."

And so it was that the two companions were left alone, the waves of the sea the only audible sound other than the clashing metal of their swords.

Jaime Lannister was visibly tired, although training had only just begun, but he wasn’t used to sparring with his left hand after losing his dominant one.

"I believe in you and I know you can do it, just a little more effort and we’re done." Y/n encouraged her friend, not to annoy him or rush him, on the contrary, she wanted to help him believe again in his strengths and abilities.

With one blow forward and too many steps back, the lion tripped and fell on the sand, too exhausted and out of breath to get up.

"I am not as strong as before, Y/n, I am no good to this world."

He gave up all too soon and she couldn’t accept it, not when aware of his immense potential.

"Listen to me carefully, your attitude won’t help. I know how you really are and I will help you recover, even if I have to wait a lifetime to see you getting your ass off the ground. Have I made myself clear enough?"

Initially Jaime was stunned and taken aback by her words, but his astonishment turned into a smug, satisfied grin.

He was completely enamoured with the wonderful woman before him.

"I love you," Those two words slipped from his lips very clearly. "But not like I love my family or my dear twin sister. No. I truly love you, Y/n, and I was a fool for not admitting it sooner. Or I have my vulnerable state to thank for prompting me to confess my feelings for you."

"Apparently I should push you more often into situations like this, if they allow you to talk and allow me to find out what is always running through your mind." Y/n smiled sweetly and slowly kneeled before him, to reach his eye level, as he was still sitting on the grainy sand. "But I love you too, silly man."

Y/n gently caressed Jaime’s chin and then his cheek, the newly grown beard tickling her hand, but that did not bother her at all.

The blond, with some of the courage he had left in his body, took the sweet woman’s hand into his and left a short trail of kisses across her palm.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to taste your lips that night under the stars."

"What’s keeping you from doing it now before the sunset?"

"Always so clever, are we?"

And so their lips finally met. It was as if they were destined to touch sooner or later.

It was an intense and extremely passionate kiss, they had lusted after each other for so long that they couldn’t even get enough of it.

At that very moment, Jaime Lannister said to himself that, perhaps, despite all the misfortunes, he deserved a happy ending.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 13 days

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fromtheseventhhell · 7 months

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It’s almost 2024 and Lannister posts are still like:

Cersei is a drunk, stupid, lazy, crazy, fat, ugly bitch who is exactly like her rapist and abuser 😡 (but did Bobby B really raped and abused that whore ??)

Poor Jaime everyone is so mean to him cause he killed Aerys and saved everyone and his bitch sister won’t break her back to accommodate his every whim 😥 But I know brienne will 😁

There are no Lannister stans, only male centered Jaime stans.

Misogyny is so crazy cause Cersei is one of the best-written characters in the books and genuinely has the complexity + nuance that Jaime stans (*cough*dick-riders*cough*) swear he has but since she's a female character, she gets reduced to a prop in his story. Minimally satisfying is the fact that even when they demonize her to hell and back, they can't find any way to make him seem interesting without bringing her up. His "redemption arc" is just his stans going "Doesn't he look so much better in comparison to Cersei?" and pretending that being in Brienne's proximity will magically purify him. The irony of people (i.e. his misogynistic stans) largely reducing him to his relationships with two female characters isn't lost on me. If they didn't hate women so much they could just enjoy Cersei's character, but I guess they like settling for crumbs of character development.

#ask #anon #anti jaime stans #pro cersei lannister #if that wasn't a tag before then it is one now #Dany Arya Cat Cersei and Brienne being the quintet of well developed female characters that fandom loves to ignore #but will gladly project their development onto other more /palatable/ characters...my villain origin story fr #Cersei's writing is a feast and Jaime's is the table scraps that dropped onto the floor afterwards #like how can George have such issues with misogyny but still give his best writing to his female characters?? I need a study done #George gave context to his decision to kill Aerys and went /that's enough development ✨/#he doesn't even decided to help Brienne for the right reasons and his main motivation for leaving Cersei was mostly spite #since he was possessive and couldn't handle her sleeping with other men (and not him realizing Cersei is evil like people pretend)#if you took a shot every time he thought about Tyrion telling him that you'd be blackout drunk but apparently everyone misses that...hmmm #but no his misogyny is actually him being teenage girl coded don't you know? 🙄#unfortunately if there's one area where I doubt George it's for the conclusions of Cersei and Jaime's stories but god willing #he follows through on his explorations of Cersei's character and doesn't give Jaime any unearned development

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mawofmeraxes · 2 years

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helloo!! how are you?? just wondering but do you take any matchup requests by chance? if not that’s ok ^^

hi friend!! I’m doing good! How are you! I’ve never really purposely written a matchup before but depending on who it is I wouldn’t be opposed! Just let me know the characters and I’ll let you know!

#got #game of thrones #lannister #cersei lannister #stranger things #eddie munson #st4 #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #Aemond targaryen one shot #daemon targaryen #Helaena targaryen #aegon targaryen #Steve harrington #robb stark #Jon snow

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jeyneofpoole · 4 months

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acok dash simulator

🐺 winterscumming

i’m sorry but the lannisters licherally can’t expect us to just ignore what they did to our liege lord lmao???? sitting up there on that jank throne like i won’t answer the summons as soon as lord starks’ kid calls the banners goddddds the blonde hair makes those cunts stupid. also the incest probably. what is the north known for again??? forgetting??? that’s what i thought…….

🦁 gains-of-castamere

typical northern scum lmao. bring up the ‘incest’ allegations all you want but nobody’s ever allowed to mention stark’s actual bastard as if it’s just, like, fine????? we’ll see who’s laughing when king joffrey seizes your lands and holdfasts ig

🧜‍♂️ womanderly

cersei lannister isn’t gonna fuck you bro

⛓️ iron-pryce

you will never fucking guess what i saw lady asha and lord greyjoy’s other kid doing on the docks today ohhhhhhhh my god

🍑 rainbowhard

LORAS TYRELL BESTED BY A WENCH THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFEEEEE

🦄 renlybrocade

she should’ve killed him the realm can afford to lose one twink

❤️‍🔥 rhollor-wifee

the comet is a sign of his coming

🦊 flor-aunt-it

me and the comet are making out sloppy style

❤️‍🔥 rhollor-wifee

you will burn

⬛️ dontcallmecrow

not my ass going on the great ranging lmao i should’ve deserted 🙏😭

🐻 lordcommandr

Report to command tent. Immediately.

⬛️ dontcallmecrow

oh my god

🛶 c-bitch

they really expect me to follow this metrosexual into battle. ok. gold price looking nepo baby cunt he fucking shot todric and i’m just supposed to steal a castle with him. ok!!!!!! i miss asha……..

🩸 reek

heyyyyyyy i’m in the dungeon fornormal reasons does someone wannacome say hi?

🦑 princee-of-winterfell

ok lol

🐉 that-one-loyalist

i swear to fucking god i just saw daenerys targaryen burn down the house of the undying????? queen???? hello???

🐴 in-the-whoarde

likely place for her to be

⚓️ sonsshine

i love my dad i love boats this is great we’re going to blackwater next i’m sure our victory will be righteous in the eyes of our lord

⚓️ sonsshine

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#yes the implication is that jeor has and uses tumblr. i think this is true #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #theon greyjoy #asha greyjoy #cersei lannister #loras tyrell #brienne of tarth #jeor mormont #ramsay bolton #davos seaworth #daenerys targaryen #acok #a clash of kings

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floatyflowers · 1 year

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Hi could you do a one shot story about a male dark daenerys targaryen and his future wife reader?

Male! Daenerys Targaryen x Baratheon Reader

Daeron Stormborn of House Targaryen, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the father of Dragons, the Khal of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains.

Hearing those titles was enough for you to predicate what will happen to King's Landing if your mother, Cersei Lannister, didn't bend the knee.

And your prediction turned out to be a reality when the Targaryen burned down King's Landing.

You weren't with your mother and uncle Jaime in the Red Keep when that happened, no, you were with your uncle Tyrion.

Little do you know, that Daeron has done it all for you, for you to be his and only his.

He saw you one time at the meeting that was held to plan the end of the night King, that's where he decided you would become his woman.

Right now, you can't help but weep in distress, as you are forced on your knees in front of the iron throne, as its new king sits on it.

"None of that would have happened if your father hadn't started a rebellion against my brother, Rhaeger"

Daeron states as if that is solely Robert's fault.

"None of that would have happened if Rhaeger didn't kidnap my father's betrothed"

Instead of telling you the truth about Lyanna's and Rhaeger's love story, he only smirks, before uttering the next words.

"I have got a solution to fix all the past mistakes"

Daeron doesn't move from his place as he stares at you with his violet eyes.

"We marry, and reunite the realms together"

You shook your head in fear and disgust at the thought of marrying a madman like Daeron Targeryen.

"Oh, did I forget that you have no choice? " his eyes narrow as he continues

"That's an order and you shall obey it"

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere game of thrones #Yandere Daenerys Targaryen x Reader #daenerys x reader #Male Daenerys Targaryen

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sare11aa11eras · 2 months

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I know I post intermittently abt the basketball AU of ASOIAF that lives in my head rent free but anyways the women’s college basketball season in the US just ended and I really do have some thoughts:

Sansa Stark 6’3” and kind of stacked she SHOULD be a post player but has never once driven to the basket in her LIFE. Somehow manages to make up for this in sheer volume of 3 pointers. Keeps getting compared to her mom who was the most terrifying power forward you ever saw in the Riverlands 20-something years ago despite the fact that there is almost nothing in common with their game styles.

Arya Stark, guard, has a really sweet mid-range game that everyone always forgets about but she’s got like 18 points in 28 min, makes about 5 steals a game. Unfortunately, gets in foul trouble. Keeps getting compared to Jon which drives her nuts.

Robb, went to the Westerosi National Basketball League at like 18, but before the championship game, the coach of an opposing team got a second coach to get players to deliberately injure him during a game. Somehow he got called for a technical foul on this. Ended his career in professional sports.

Dany, 5’6”, floor general and sharpshooter. Regularly beats defenders with more than half a foot on her to rebounds. Plays internationally full-time but her highlight reels still end up on Westerosi ESPN bc her family was at one point a dynasty in the basketball world. 90% of her instagram page is her with her three lizards.

Brienne is the Post Player’s Post Player— always boxes out, gets the rebound, blocks shots, drives etc, impeccable footwork. And then she also hits from distance and can guard. Cersei, the aging vet on the Lannisport Lions, wants her dead for once committing SEVEN blocks on her in a game when she was a rookie. Currently coached by Cat for the Riverlands Fighting Trout. There is a not insignificant fanbase of lesbians who want her to crush their heads with her thighs online but she is tragically into disgraced ex-Lions player Jaime Lannister who keeps bumming around the Riverlands for unclear reasons.

Jon Snow has been fouled out of games with technicals. He has never made a basket apart from a fast break layup or a free throw— except for like, two separate years??? where he got his team to the semifinals through a buzzer beater logo 3????? Somehow the undisputed defensive player of the year, the most universally loathed player in his conference, beloved by his own team, and a guy who once went viral for a video of him crying on his girlfriend after HER team lost while she just sort of patted his head.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #basketball au #asoiaf modern au #also there’s the version of jon basketball au where he goes to the same all-girl catholic school as S&A and gets kicked out 4 🏳️‍⚧️#and this isn’t important but that’s one of the t4t jonsam aus

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claymoresword · 11 months

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Playing With Fire

Cersei Lannister x Baratheon Knight Fem!Reader

Summary: Cersei Lannister is married off to Robert Baratheon but her sworn protector/the King's younger sister, happens to be the person that truly holds her heart.

Wordcount: 2.5k

Warnings: g!p reader, breeding kink (?), cersei and y/n are so morally bankrupt, cheating, size kink, unprotected sex, power play

Note: i have been in a real writing slump lately but for some reason i have no problems writing smutty one shots lol i wonder why that is...

anyway enjoy!

"You sent for me, Your Grace?" You step inside Cersei's chambers to see her seated by her settee, a goblet of wine in hand.

"Yes, y/n I wish to speak with you. Close the door." The Queen says without looking at you and quickly do as you're told.

You folded your arms over your chest, patiently waiting for the Queen to speak.

"Was she worth it?" Cersei finally blurts out, reaching for the flagon on the small table.

Your brows furrow in genuine confusion, unable to meet her halfway.

"Begging your pardon, Your Grace?" You pause for her to elaborate, stepping closer.

"The whore you bedded." The woman hisses, and you are left even more perplexed.

Your expression betrays how you are feeling but the Queen remains silent, providing you with no further explanation to her apparent outrage.

"Cersei I have no idea what you are insinuating, but I can assure you, I have not laid with anyone." You state, slightly agitated.

"Do not lie to me. Tyrion told me everything." Cersei retaliates as she slams the goblet onto the table before rising from her seat.

You scowl instinctively before the realization hits you. Your expression merely contorts into an amused one.

You try but fail to suppress the laugh that falls out of your lips, Cersei's admittance only sounding funnier to you the longer you pondered upon it.

The Queen grimaces at your reaction. She extends her arm to strike you, but you stop her with a firm hand on her wrist.

A flicker of regret flashes across her face as she feels your harsh grip on her arm; although she restores her composure as you release it.

"This is amusing to you?" She taunts.

Not in the slightest.

"Yes, Tyrion and I went to a tavern together. Yes, I may have drunk more than I could stomach. But, I did not touch anyone." You explain and your conviction seems to translate as Cersei's heavy stare visibly softens.

"Really?" The Queen's voice shakes.

There she is, the woman you fell in love with.

"You know that I would never." You say, reaching up to place both hands on either side of the Queen's face.

You let out the breath you were holding as you felt her relax underneath your touch.

"Cersei– it's me and you. Until the end of my days." You whisper, resting your forehead against hers.

"Prove it." The Queen orders, her eyes flitting down to your mouth.

You finally lean in, capturing her lips with your own. Cersei kisses you back fervently, hungrily, almost like she aims to devour you whole.

You are both forced to pull away as you run out of air, you feel Cersei's breath against your skin as she continues to hold you close.

"Is that proof enough for you?" You ask, a smirk playing on your lips, one Cersei reciprocates.

"Not quite." The Queen responds, surprising you by shoving you backwards with some force. You land on her bed as a result.

Cersei lifts her skirts slightly so she may climb onto the bed, she places a hand on your shoulder to support herself as she straddles you.

She kisses you again, this time it is all aggression, teeth and tongue. It snatches the air right out your lungs.

The Queen begins grinding her hips mid kiss and you feel your member stirring at the sensation. Your cock continues to harden everytime Cersei's clothed center rubbed up against it, making it difficult for you to think clearly.

The Queen pulls away and you find yourself chasing her lips before she tugs on your hair, forcing your head back so you may look at her.

"How can I express my apology?" Cersei says and you are too far in a daze to properly comprehend her words.

"What?" You ask, incredulous.

"I acted rashly, I almost condemned you for something you didn't do." Cersei explains and for the second time that evening, you are amused.

"and what– you feel guilty?" Your tone, almost mocking and the Queen rolls her eyes.

She sighs.

"Forget I said anything." Cersei attempts to climb off you but you keep your hands firmly on her hips.

"I have a few ideas.." You finally respond, pulling her back onto your lap.

When she rests her weight on you again your cock is fully erect, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

You soon feel her hands reaching down to undo the laces of your breeches.

"Do you want my mouth?" The Queen asks with a darkened gaze.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch her languidly gather her saliva in her palm before slipping her hand into your slacks. The Queen wraps her fingers around your girth, steadily pumping your length.

"Hm?" Cersei waits for a response but you don't give her anything beyond a groan in pleasure.

"Or is it my cunt that you want? It's warm and wet, all ready for you." She whispers, her lips brushing against your ear as she speaks.

Again you don't respond, merely focusing your energy on not releasing your load into Cersei's hand just yet.

You reach around, fumbling with the laces of the Queen's dress and Cersei quickly takes the hint. She removes her hand before climbing off you to remove her own dress and you decide to do the same with your breeches along with your doublet, tossing them on the ground somewhere.

Cersei swiftly re joins you in bed and you immediately flip your positions, guiding her head to the pillow so you may situate yourself on top of her.

The Queen merely spreads her legs wider as you neared, your face now hovering over hers.

She leans up to capture her lips with your own, Cersei's moans into the kiss and another rush of arousal settles in your groin.

Your cock was now rock hard, nearly painful. You decide to move quickly.

You disconnect your lips before tilting your head, trailing wet kisses from the Queen's jaw down her neck. You begin sucking on the exposed skin but Cersei tugs at your hair warningly.

"Don't leave a mark." She warns, understanding your intentions.

So instead you move further down, her collarbones, her chest; you begin kneading one of her breasts with one hand while your mouth did all the work on the other.

An unrestrained moan leaves Cersei as you shamelessly took her nipple into your mouth, biting and sucking like your life depended on it.

The Queen arches her back and you harshly pin her down with your other hand, earning a dissatisfied groan from your lover that makes you grin.

Cersei runs her fingers through your hair again just to grab a fistful of it, forcefully guiding your head back up. You wince at the pain but the Queen connects your lips eagerly, her tongue enters your mouth and soon you don't feel anything else.

Her hand slides down your stomach, when she gets to your shaft, she grips it at the base and you choke out a moan, shocked at just how sensitive you were, making you end the kiss prematurely.

Cersei pulls you closer by the neck forcing you to kiss her again, and you comply, although her hand stroking your cock made it near impossible for you to focus.

The Queen wraps her legs around your waist, pulling you even closer and you understood what she was asking of you, but the next words that fall from her lips nearly makes you lose all composure.

"I need you to fuck me." Cersei breathes out against your lips, her tone dripping with need.

You decide to not deny her any longer; lining up the tip of your cock to the Queen's entrance. With one large thrust your length is fully sheathed inside of her, Cersei's arousal allowing you to do so with little resistance.

The noise she lets out is one of pain but mostly overwhelming pleasure; she will never get used to how big you feel inside of her.

You move your hips again, skillful and deliberate, your aim was to make her feel good; based on the nearly deafening sounds of pleasure emitting from the Queen, it would suggest that you are succeeding.

Cersei's nails are clawing at your back as you plunge your cock deep inside, hitting all the right spots within her. The sounds of her broken gasps and moans every time you move only heightens your own pleasure.

You feel her hands against your chest mid thrust pushing you back, you nearly mistake it as an ask to climb off her but she pulls you in for a deep kiss as she lifts herself up with her forearm and you quickly understand what she wanted.

You soon sit up without pulling out, guiding Cersei with a hand on the small of her back. Soon she is on your lap again, the new angle makes her gasp, your cock hitting her even deeper this way.

She begins to move her hips with abandon, and you can only watch in awe as you allow her to ride your cock, taking her pleasure for herself.

The Queen throws her head back as her fingers threaded through your hair once again. A way to tether herself as she explores the depths of pleasure your cock is currently allowing her.

"Do you love me?" You ask in the midst of it, biting back a grunt and Cersei finally looks at you.

Open-mouthed, face contorted as she chases her release, she has never looked so beautiful.

"I do." Your lover responds, she doesn't halt her movements only moving quicker, Cersei mantains her eye contact with you as she deliberately clenches around your length, watching your reaction.

"Do you love me?" Cersei retaliates, she is barely able to get the words out, her peak closely approaching.

"My love for you is the only true thing I feel." You reply earnestly, reaching up to wrap your fingers around her throat, and this works to tip her over the edge.

The Queen comes undone around your girth, she screams out as the orgasm rips through her, clawing at your neck and shoulder. The feeling of her walls squeezing your cock painfully makes you reach your own peak immediately after, releasing your load deep inside of her.

Cersei is still trembling as she rests her head against your shoulder, trying to regain her strength.

You trail gentle kisses on her shoulder, now slick with sweat, allowing her the time to come down from her high as you recover from your own.

–

Cersei laid with her back towards you, your arm wrapped around her torso. You were content as she ran her hand up and down your forearm absentmindedly, both of you merely basking in the afterglow.

It was several minutes until the Queen decides to break the silence.

"You can't blame me for worrying about all the women who fawn over you.. you are too good with your cock." Cersei states and you can't help but let out a huff in amusement.

"You could have any woman you desire." The Queen adds, and you recognised the tone, although uncharacteristic.

It was forlorn and defeated.

"That may be but I desire you." You counter, moving Cersei's hair away from her neck, you plant a kiss against it before moving your arm further up, cupping one of her breasts.

You feel the sensitive bud harden underneath your touch as the Queen lets out a sigh of approval.

"Besides I took an oath of chastity, as far as anyone else is concerned, I must remain abstinent until the day I die." You admit, your breath against her neck.

Cersei hums in response, pushing her rear closer to your front, soon your erection is poking at the flesh of her ass.

"How lucky am I that you are a woman without honour." The Queen quips, extending her arm backwards to place a hand on the back of your neck.

Your teeth grazes her neck before biting down, earning a mewl from the other woman.

"Stop talking." You warn, tightening your grip on her waist before harshly pulling her even closer.

Your shaft, now rubbing against her already weeping cunt.

"Do you surrender yourself to me, completely?" You growl but Cersei doesn't respond, you watch her bite her lip as she lifts her leg slightly, an invitation for you to enter her.

But you were not satisfied.

"Answer me." You order through gritted teeth, the tip of your cock pokes at her entrance and she gasps.

Her grip on the back of your neck now firm.

"Yes.." Cersei finally gives you a response, breathy and submissive.

A triumphant smirk tugs on your lips before you move your hips forward, plunging yourself deep inside the Queen's wanting cunt.

The loud moan of evident pleasure from Cersei urges you on.

You begin thrusting at a relentless pace, your mouth finds her neck once again and you feel the other woman clench desperately around your length as your teeth made contact with her skin.

There is nothing tender about the way you are handling her, and you were both drunk on it.

"My brother was allowed to marry the most beautiful woman in all of the seven kingdoms and I am dealt scraps–" You punctuate your words with each thrust.

Cersei can only afford to gasp and moan in response, the occasional whine from the Queen makes you move even harder, your balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.

"Anything he doesn't want gets passed down to me. Where is his honour?" You groan, your grip on Cersei's hip sure to leave bruises come the morrow.

"You are mine." Your mouth directly above the Queen's ear as you shifted the angle of your cock, hitting a different part of her, the pleasure Cersei feels is almost too much, her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"I am yours." She manages to choke out.

"Please– I am so close–" The Queen adds immediately after, not a beat passes until you feel her cunt convulsing against your cock.

She reaches her peak, intense and forceful and yours washes over you the same. Your vision blurs for a moment as you empty yourself inside of her, Cersei's walls remain clenched around your length as she milks you of every last drop.

Both of your chests are heaving as you carefully pull out of her.

Cersei turns around, guiding your face down to kiss her, and you do, it is adoring and light, a stark contrast to how you were with her just moments ago.

"I am with child." The Queen mutters as your lips part and you are taken aback.

"I don't think it happens that quickly, my love." You jest and Cersei leans back to stare at you, deadpan.

She quickly guides your hand, placing it atop her belly.

"The Maester confirmed it yesterday– we are having another child." The Queen reiterates and you can help the real smile that tugs on your lips, your chest brimming with pride and love for the other woman.

You lean down to plant several kisses all over her belly, Cersei smiles down at you fondly as her fingers got lost in your hair.

You finally lift your head to look at her, your face hovering over hers once again.

"I love you so much." You admit, and Cersei's smile grows as she moves a strand of hair out of your face.

"I know."

#cersei lannister #cersei lannister smut #g!p reader #g!p #baratheon reader #fem baratheon reader

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axelsagewrites · 9 months

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Kinktober 2023 List

Welcome to my first ever kinktober, a month long of smutty drabbles and one shots. Hope you all enjoy and if you want added to a charecter/fandom tag list so you dont miss anything let me know <3

NSFW under cut

Masterlist Here

Day one: discrete fun with Robb Stark – deciding to take his teasing to a new level Robb decides to take the sex toys out of the bedroom

Day two: marking with Jace Velaryon – jealous is an understatement for what Jace is feeling so he decides to fix his problems by showing everyone who you belong to

Day three: phone sex with Jamie Tartt – even though he loved to play the long nights away from you were almost impossible to bare so he often found himself hitting call at late hours of the night

Day four: body worship with Podrick Payne – Podrick feels honoured just to be able to touch your body and wants you to hear his praises

Day five: role reversal with James Potter – James is used to being in charge, but things change when one night you decide to give him a taste of his own teasing medicine

Day six: over stimulation with Jon Snow – Jon is eager to please but even more eager to make you a mumbling mess who doesn’t know their own name by the end

Day seven: stepcest/cam girl au with Daemon Targaryen – after Daemons new stepdaughter moves in daemon finds out her naughty little secret

Day eight: dubcon kidnap au with Ramsay Bolton – Ramsay can’t stand the idea of such a pretty creature going unappreciated any longer

Day nine: edging/orgasm denial with Rhanerya Targaryen – since you’re used to get everything you want Rhaenyra decides to show you good things come to those who wait

Day ten: throne/semi public sex with Danerys Targaryen – being the queen is a stressful job and it is your job to help your queen relax even if that means risking getting caught

Day eleven: knife play with Ivar the Boneless – people whisper and wonder how someone so sweet could marry someone so angry, but they don’t see what Ivar does when you’re underneath him

Day twelve: exhibitionism with Tormund – while wildlings talk freely about sex Tormund enjoys watching your blush at even the mention of it making it even more fun to tease you when you come to tend to his wounds

Day thirteen: primal play with Remus Lupin – usually when Remus runs around the forest its not by choice but tonight, he is chasing his favourite prey

Day fourteen: sex toys and teasing with Sansa Stark – after finding a sleek pink vibrator in her top drawer you decide to see what it can really do

Day fifteen: voyeurism with Aegon Targaryen – while you are visiting his family Aegon discovers a secret passage and what he accidentally sees through the cracks makes him want you instantly

Day sixteen: caught in the act with Roy Kent – when Roy came home all he wanted to do was curl up in bed with you but when he heard a buzzing from under the sheets his plans took a very different turn

Day seventeen: mommy kink with Cersei Lannister – while she may be rough and callous to most others Cersei finds herself dotting on her sweet girl in her chambers each night

Day eighteen: corruption kink with Alicent Hightower – a new septa arrive at court but none of the thoughts on Alicent’s minds are holy

Day nineteen: choking with Bjorn Ironside – you may have been captured by the enemies, but the punishment Bjorn gives you is starting to feel like a reward

Day twenty: bondage/wax play with Margaery Tyrell: people may whisper about her brother’s bedroom habits but none of them see the things she gets up to with her ladies’ maid

Day twenty-one: face fucking with Cregan Stark: to gain his loyalty Cregan demands that you earn it, and he enjoys watching the tears streak down your face as you do

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Day twenty-three: brat taming with Sandor Clegane – after growing sick of a princess’s bratty attitude Sandor decides to teach her how to behave

Day twenty-four: thigh riding/dry humping with Ragnar Lothbrok – after taking a Christian girl prisoner he decides to show you the pleasure a heathen can feel

Day twenty-five: breeding kink with Ned Stark – there is a reason why Ned has so many children and it’s not as noble as many assume

Day twenty-six: collaring with Aemond Targaryen – not wanting to share Aemond decides to invest in something to show that you’ll always be his and only his

Day twenty-seven: double penetration with Jamie Tartt and Roy Kent: they both like you and when they came to settle it once and for all neither of them expected this out come

Day twenty-eight: mutual masturbation with Oberyn Martell – you always heard that the dornish were more sex positive than most, but you hadn’t expected Oberyn Martell of all people to show you just how good it could feel

Day twenty-nine: face riding with Heleana Targaryen – while Heleana appeared shy outside of your chambers when you, her maid, came to tend to her at night she was anything but shy

Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay

Day thirty-one: orgy/group sex with Aegon, Aemond, Jace, Daemon, and Rhaenyra since after all sharing is caring

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dragons-and-handcuffs · 5 months

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Stark reader, with whom Cersei's eldest son is obsessively in love. Stark cannot do anything to the reader out of fear of anyone. The king needs heirs. The Stark reader will give birth to half-Lannister, half-Stark children for the new King. (They all have Lannister hair/Lannister eyes/Stark eyes/Tully eyes.)

Imagine Stark!reader also knows about his true parentage, one of the reasons why he would not let you go ever. He ordered everyone to plan your wedding as soon as he became king.

He knows that you are against in*est and you hate him, but that makes everything more fun for him. To marry and claim someone who hates him, to always keep you close to him, making you give birth to his heir.

Your family can't save or rescue you. Everyone is scared of him. Imagine you made a plan with your trusted maid to escape but then the king comes with sad news that your maid has betrayed you. He made her betray you. He claimed her as she spilled the plan. Imagine the king dangerously close to you, his hands on you as he whispers the details to you. He can sense your fear and he loves it. The maid thought that she will be rewarded or at least be the King's whore but how can he not punish the one who has betrayed you? Imagine him making you listen to her scream as she is punished in some way by his men. He expects betrayal from you, but he will punish everyone who betrays you. In a sick twisted way it's because he loves you

You hate him but what you hate even more is how his touch makes you feel. How so easily your body betray you. Imagine him giving you news of his victories against the northern army as he gropes and finger you

Imagine Cersei forcing you to have tea with her, lacing it with fertility medicine because they need an heir soon. The king comes and stands behind you, his hand on your neck and his other hand travels down your dress, groping you right in front of Cersei, telling you how he expects your presence in his room that night. Cersei sees no wrong. He first born can do no wrong.

You got pregnant very easily and the maesters were pretty sure you were carrying a son. The king now getting more obsessive with you and your body. Prior to getting pregnant he would always take you to a breaking point, but not allowing you to break. He wants to make you realize that no matter what he will never leave you. But now you are sure that he would never hurt you. Maybe you are a little brain washed, or maybe he is the father of your child. You know you have reached a point only he can provide you happiness

#cersei lannister x stark!reader #cersei lannister x reader #cersei lannister #hotd #game of thrones #house of the dragon #game of thrones imagines #hotd headcanon #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd one shot #house of the dragon imagine #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones fanfic #game of thrones fanfiction #got imagine #got one shot #got fanfiction

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 9 months

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Rewatching 8x05 for writing reasons, which is just a brilliant episode, despite any reasons some might have to hate it, valid or invalid. Miguel Sapochnik is directing and you see his talent and epicness in every shot (that man deserves a freaking Emmy already, I said what I said) but also there are so many things being shown here that if you muted the episode after Daenerys makes her decision, during the battle scene, you would be able to tell exactly what each character is thinking and what's really going on in the story besides the surface action.

Which brings me to that one scene that a lot of people said the woman being attacked as a stand-in for Sansa in the episode for Jon. They are correct and here's how.

Jon is walking through the melee, only coming to life to defend himself when Lannister soldiers are trying to attack him. The Northerners aren't listening to him, they're attacking innocent civilians, Grey Worm is on a killing spree, Davos is trying to help people get away from the bloodshed, Dany is burning the city, Tyrion is off somewhere horrified, Cersei is watching in terror from the Red Keep... But during this scene, the sound is muted to a point where the sounds of battle happening all around Jon sound very far away. We're now seeing what Jon sees, we're in his shock fugue with him. We see on his left civilians, namely women, being brutalized by soldiers -> he keeps walking. We on his right a woman being knocked down to the ground while a child is watching in horror, blood spatter and bodies all around her (and obviously traumatized & also in danger herself since no one is left to protect her) -> he keeps walking. He then sees a Lanniser soldier telling people to run, something his soldiers should be doing (and something he himself should be doing like Davos) but he's not. While the sounds are still muted, Jon notices another Lannister soldier about to rush him and he goes into autopilot & fights the soldier off. He then looks around in horror.

This is not what he signed up for and he almost looks lost, like he doesn't know what to do. Then the sound comes back fully and he hears a scream. In all of the melee, chaos, and death around him, he hears this one woman above the rest and turns to see her being dragged into an alley to presumably be assaulted by one of his own men.

Sure enough, she's about to be and she is trying to crawl away when the man catches her again. Jon ends up saving her, threatening to run his sword through the man. When the latter tries to fight him off to go back to assault this woman, Jon kills him and tells the woman to hide.

So how is this woman standing in for Sansa besides the obvious?

Two ways.

1) Ramsay was the former Warden of the North, the former bastard of Roose Bolton who was a Northerner who "served" Robb Stark, the first King in the North, before betraying him to the Lannisters. The soldier Jon faces off with is a Northerner and is supposed to be under Jon's command as Warden of the North and the former second King in the North.

2) Sansa is who stirs Jon into action when he feels lost.

Every.

Time.

And the parallels between the gif above with Dany and the dagger to the Northern soldier that had Jon's sword run through him, and Jon's staring almost sadly at the man, realizing he had to kill one of his own are far from being coincidental.

Not only was this a precursor to what would occur in 8x06 (and why Jon would make the decision he did) but it also is symbolic of the dynamic between Jon and Sansa as a whole. She's the one who stirs him into action, no matter how terrified or traumatized or angry he might be in that moment (like the shock fugue). No matter how lost he might feel. She gives him direction and dare I say a purpose when he has none (after his death; after the WW are defeated & Dany has gone into tyrant mode).

No wonder we weren't allowed to see Sansa's (or Arya's) reaction to the news of his being a Targaryen.

No wonder Jon told Melisandre not to bring him back if he lost the Battle of the Bastards (after Sansa told him if he lost, she wouldn't be going back to Ramsay alive).

No wonder Jon was not happy with Sansa on the dock in 8x06.

She's always stirred him into action when he doesn't want to be or know how to do it himself (after his death).

He passed a woman he could have saved.

He passed a child he could have helped.

He saw someone on the other side helping and doing the right thing.

The only time he steps in to help someone else is the woman about to be assaulted.

(x) "You are the shield that guards the realms of men. You've always tried to do the right thing. No matter the cost. You've tried to protect people. Who's the greatest threat to the people now?" (no reaction)

"Do you think I'm the last man she'll execute? Who is more dangerous than the rightful heir to the Iron Throne?" (no reaction)

"And your sisters? Do you see them bending the knee?" (a little bit of a reaction)

"Why do you think Sansa told me the truth about you? Because she doesn't want Dany to be queen." (more of a reaction)

"No, but you do. And you have to choose now." (he hesitatingly goes to confront Dany and then 🗡️)

It's not just about her being his "sister" or because she's Lady Stark or family or because they were the last two Starks once upon a time. She literally stirs him into action and gives him purpose. Her pushing to go back to Winterfell led to him caring about the WW invasion again. Her being the one he chooses to protect ended a tyrant and changed history, leading for her to become the first Queen in the North and regain Northern Independence, where she can be forever safe.

It was always Sansa for him, starting in 6x04.

#jonsa #jonsa meta #jon x sansa #jonsaposts #metaposts #gotposts #game of thrones #got #jon and sansa

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lionlena · 2 months

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Remember me… (Oberyn Martellxreader) ANGST - one shot

Warnings: ANGST, really angst, suffering, canon character death, mourning, suicide...

I don't know why I did this to myself...😭🥺🤧

Remember me

The first thing you remember is screaming. But not yours, although apparently you screamed too. That's what Varys told you. Supposedly it was the mournful, piercing cry of a broken heart, but you can't confirm that. Instead of your own screaming, all you heard was ringing in your ears. But not before Oberyn's scream was drilled into your head. A scream full of unimaginable pain and suffering. A scream that haunts you almost every night.

You don't remember much after that. You fainted and everything else became an incoherent blur.

You remember clinging to Oberyn's cold, stiff chest and sobbing. His face was covered with a red cloth and you were tempted to reveal it, even though you knew it was the worst thing you could do to yourself.

Your hand involuntarily grabbed the edge of the fabric and suddenly someone grabbed your wrist. You looked up to see Varys' sad face as he shook his head.

"No…" he said gently. "You don't want to see this."

He was right, so you moved your hand back and grabbed Oberyn's stiff hand. The hand that held the weapon. The hand that gave you pleasure. The hand that wiped your tears, combed your hair… The hand that firmly held the reins of the restless horse you were riding. The hand that could have killed you, but instead gave you life.

"Can I do something for you?"

You heard Varys' gentle voice again and shook your head. There was nothing in this world he could do for you.

"Can you turn back time? Bring the dead back to life?"

Varys just sighed. There was no need to answer your questions.

After a few moments of silence, you spoke again.

"What about Tyrion?"

Varys tilted his head to the side, surprised by your concern for Lannister. But you couldn't help but like this dwarf.

"He waiting in a cell to die…"

You sighed heavily.

"I hope he escapes."

There was a strange gleam in Varys's eyes as he replied:

"Maybe his fate is not yet decided."

You didn't have the strength to ask for details, but you were counting on it. Not only because you liked Tyrion, but you didn't want that bitch Cersei to win. You had pure hatred for her and believed that she was partly responsible for the death of your loved one. *

The journey back to Dorne seemed like a never-ending torture. You saw the same places where you two stayed.

You remembered how Oberyn cared about your comfort all the time. Those evenings by the fire when you sat between his legs and he pulled you to his chest.

"My queen." He whispered into your hair and kissed your neck. "You should sit on the iron throne. You are more beautiful and intelligent than all the women in King's Landing."

You started giggling and shook your head and he started nibbling your neck.

"Don't laugh. I'm telling the truth." *

You didn't remember much about Oberyn's funeral. You heard the others sobbing, but you weren't crying anymore. You had no more tears.

After the funeral, you heard Oberyn's eldest daughters planning revenge, but you didn't care anymore. You were like Doran in that thing, although you had different reasons. The prince wanted to keep the peace at all costs, and you… You simply lost all will to fight. *

Three months after Oberyn's funeral, you decided to leave Dorne and return to your homeland.

You loved Dorne. You loved the warmth, fountains, palm trees, deserts… You loved the freedom that this land gave women.

You remembered Oberyn bringing you to Dorne and laughing merrily at your enthusiasm.

"My desert flower, you look like a child at a toy stand."

The prince grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him. He kissed you passionately and looked at you with shining eyes.

"Are you really that impressed with my home?"

You nodded eagerly and smiled happily.

"Oh yes… I love Dorne!"

Oberyn smiled and kissed your forehead.

"You haven't even seen the half of it yet. Wait until I take you to the royal gardens and…" He leaned in and whispered in your ear. "I will show you my favorite place, where no one eyes can see what I'm doing to you."

His hand went under your dress and he started stroking your thigh. You moaned softly and nodded.

"I never want to leave Dorne."

Oberyn's hand grabbed your buttock.

"Then you have nothing to worry about because I will never let you leave Dorne. It's your home now." *

"I am leaving Dorne… I am returning to my homeland."

The prince shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair. He had a fondness for you that was surprising even Oberyn in the past.

"You can stay in Dorne."

"Dorne is not my home."

Doran looked at you surprised, even hurt.

"Is anyone here treating you badly?"

"You don't understand me, prince. Dorne is no longer my home, nor any other place in the world. Oberyn was my home. Without him… I have no home."

Doran sighed heavily and looked at you sadly.

"I'm sorry I can't heal your heart."

You gave him a soft smile.

"It's not your fault, prince. There are just too many memories here."

Doran nodded.

"Remember that despite everything, Dorne will always welcome you with open arms." *

Your homeland was nothing like Dorne. Cold sea, steep cliffs, common trees, barren land, and a constantly cloudy sky.

And that was what gave you the slightest bit of relief. Because that's what your soul looked like, cold and inaccessible.

And in this unpleasant place, you found the perfect place to bury your memories of Oberyn. You created your own grave. You dug a hole and into it, you threw Oberyn's robe, which still smelled of him, the scarf he wrapped around you, his necklace, and the ring he gave you. And you planted forget-me-nots on the grave.

They didn't sprout the first year, and neither did the second year. In the third year, leaves appeared but there were no flowers. And you centered your entire life around them. Every day you looked after them and talked to them, asking them to bloom. You didn't care what was happening in Westeros. War, dragons, Stark's bastard… You accepted this information without blinking an eye. Only the news of Doran's death caused some reaction in you. Besides, nothing could break you out of your melancholy…

And finally! You looked at the small blue flowers with emotion. You stroked the green leaves with motherly tenderness. Your friend was surprised at your obsession.

"What's so special about them?"

"They are for Oberyn so that I will always remember him."

Your friend looked at the small flowers skeptically.

"But why forget-me-nots? Wouldn't sunflowers, tulips, or yellow roses go better with Oberyn?"

You shook your head and sat down on the ground.

"No. I know they are small flowers, but if you look closely at them, you will see that their yellow center resembles the sun and the blue petals are like water." You sighed and touched the flowers with your finger. "Like the sun dying in the sea."

Your friend looked at you with concern.

"I'm worried about you. You seem happier lately… since you saw those flowers, but…"

"Everything will be fine." You interrupted her statement. "Everything will be better now."

You looked fondly at the forget-me-nots, your friend just nodded. *

Like the sun dying in the sea.

With this thought in mind, you went to the cliff, holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots in your hands. You stood on the edge, remembering your last conversation.

"I'm begging you, Oberyn… This is not a human, this is some kind of monster… A giant!"

Oberyn smiled at you and brushed the hair away from your worried face.

"He is a very clumsy and slow giant and I will kill him."

His calmness didn't soothe you at all. You were terrified and placed your hands on his chest.

"If you die, I swear I will end my life by jumping off a cliff!"

Oberyn put down his wine glass and looked at you gently. He cupped your face in his hands.

"If I die, plant forget-me-nots for me in the barren land to remember me. If they bloom, then you can jump off a cliff." He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. "But that will never happen, because today is not the day I die." *

"But you died…" you whispered, standing over the edge and clutching the forget-me-nots to your chest.

Tears began to flow down your cheeks and you felt a warmth on your back, as if his spirit was hugging you. The wind from the sea blew warm air over your face, drying your tears and brushing your hair away from your face, and you heard a whisper: "I'm sorry…"

Then you took a step forward into the open and waiting arms of your loved one… *

"I'm with you Whenever you tell, my story For I am all I've done Remember, I will still be here As long as you hold me, in your memory Remember me"

Josh Groban - Remember

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Wolf x lion!

The Robyn introducing her babies to the North and her family one! Please write a one shot for that!

The introductions and awkwardness ends when at night, Tywin again publicly calls her to his bad chambers. She does have a duty.

The Northern Lords kinda happy for her happy and rich marriage and Tywin's help against Ironborn. But they still hate the Lannisters.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

The carriage silently trodden along the slightly broken road leading up to Robyn’s once only home; the thought alone had her heart tightening. The golden furs of her new house wrapped around Robyn to fight off the cold even if it did not affect her as much. Tywin made sure she wore it and it was only now she realised it was to show her off..not for any comfort of hers.

“Mama…” Her darling boy whispered as his small nap was so rudely interrupted by the look of the pout on his face. The soft giggling of the Queen and her ladies had Robyn rolling her eyes as she gently brought her babe onto her lap. “We are nearly here.” Robyn whispered; fingers brushing those locks of his as the carriage began to slow down.

“It’s cold.” He babbled and she only brought her son impossibly closer; under the furs she had been gifted by his father. “We will be inside soon.” Robyn softly whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of his head as he snuggled closer. She gently stroked his hair some more whilst resting her head back on the seat; her heart pounding away.

Cersei’s arrogance came in handy, Robyn thought to herself as she watched the Queen begin to prepare to present herself, which allowed Robyn more time to steady herself. She took more than enough time as her son only got itchy feet. “My love…” The sound of her husband’s voice reached her as Robyn shyly looked up.

Robyn unknowingly tightened her hold on her babe as she brought him onto her hip; his excitement filled eyes looking around. Tywin watched her every move; amusement and other emotions she could not describe racing through his eyes. “Thank you.” Robyn softly whispered before Tywin pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

Their arms locked as Robyn delicately stepped into the snow; the crunching echoing in the silence that hovered. Finally, Robyn gained the courage and her head lifted up. The sight of her family was enough for a soft smile to spread across her face. “Mother..” Robyn softly whispered in greeting as she was brought into a warm hug.

Gods, it was good to be in her embrace, Robyn thought as she burrowed into her mother’s neck. She had missed her so much. She never wanted this embrace to end but soon her babe was babbling and tugging on her locks for attention. A soft giggle escaped Robyn as she gently introduced her happy babe as Tywin closed in from behind.

His hand gently was placed on her hip, stroking his thumb as if reminding you of his presence. Robyn hoped the smile stayed on her face as she stepped to the side for the introductions to continue. She placed a last kiss to her mother’s cheek before moving down the line and greeting her siblings whilst ignoring the Queen’s stare.

“We should get the little lad in the warmth.” Jon whispered and their eyes locked for a moment as a warm smile tugged on her lips. “Thank you, brother.” Robyn hummed before placing an arm around his neck in an embrace. The she-wolf did not have to look around to see the stares; she could feel them on her body as she stepped away from Jon.

Still, Tywin was never far away as his hand came to collect hers. His free hand moved through their son’s hair. In front of everyone’s view; he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Robyn’s temple. His claim was heard loud and clear. “Shall we go inside, love?” Tywin hummed; just loud enough for people to eavesdrop.

“Of course..” Robyn hummed and only brought her son impossibly closer as she looked over her shoulder to her mother once more. Her eyes were covered in shock as Robyn slowly turned to see Cersei’s smirk still on her face. Tywin’s hand slowly moved up and down her back as he guided her into the room; her old family guards bowing their heads as familiar Lords came into view.

“Did you have to ask for me in front of them all?” She began to whimper into her Lord husband’s ear as her body began to move. His hands stroking up and down her sides as she settled on his lap; his fat cock stuffed inside her weeping, creamy pussy. His slacks only pushed down for his cock to be free whilst her beautiful, bare body was on full display.

“Yes…why, was there a problem with me doing so?” Tywin hummed and tried to keep his desire at bay, for now. A soft blush made its way over her cheeks as she stared down. Why did he not see the problem, she whimpered to herself. Tywin only moved his hips; his hands brushing to her arse and beginning to palm at her.

Those long locks of hers cascading down her back as he pulled her impossibly close. Her legs began to shake with pleasure. “Hmm, do you not want to do your duty?” He purred into her ear; knowing Robyn still did not know how to come to terms with enjoying this. Her soft, ample breasts continued to bounce in his face so tauntingly.

“Yes…I do my duty.” Robyn whimpered breathlessly as her head fell back in pleasure. “I know you do.” Tywin hummed. “You do it so perfectly.” The old lion whispered sweet praises in her ear that had Robyn melting. A soft blush as ever came across her face as she leaned in; their noses brushing together for a moment.

Tywin was quick to passionately capture her soft lips. HIs fingers moved into her locks now and brought Robyn against him. He brushed her locks to one side before pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck. The marks he was planting on her soft skin now would be there for all to see in the coming days.

“I want another heir..” Tywin hummed; chewing on her neck some more as she shivered against him at the comment. “Tywin….he’s only just a year…” Robyn hiccuped in pleasure as she tried to argue her point. The old lion only hummed as he began to manipulate her movements as his own thrusts quickened and pushed deep.

He tugged on her locks and caused Robyn to gasp out, as Tywin leaned in and forced his tongue down her throat. Her eyes only widened as she whimpered; collapsing onto his chest as her stomach tightened even more. Tywin groaned as she fluttered around him as her own bouncing began to quicken whilst she chased her release.

Tywin only lent back and enjoyed the ride she was giving him. His smirk never left his face as his hands moved towards her arse. His free hand slowly moved to her soft, bouncing breast and began to palm her. His thumb teasing her pebbled nipple that was still so sensitive. Tywin pinched them and watched as his little she-wolf loudly cried out.

He pinched them again whilst reaching for her other one as Robyn began to lose whatever control she had left. Tywin gently cupped her face; his thumb brushing over her bottom lip as she shook against him whilst her orgasm ripped through her. Robyn squirted around his still thrusting cock as her body could only take what he gave her.

Tywin only kept her impossibly close as his thrusts quickened. His palming of her is becoming harsher now. He spread her cheeks apart as her squirting continued each time she moved up and down. Robyn’s eyes squeezed shut as his thumb slowly hooked into her other hole. “Taking everything I give you, hmm, pretty girl?”

His taunting continued throughout the evening as he pushed his cum deeper inside her again and again.

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