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thealtoduck · 4 months

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Forbidden Fruit

Theon Greyjoy x Male Reader

Warnings: Smut, Theon in his asshole era, anal sex, loss of virginity, doggy style, use of the word ”whore”, use of the word ”maiden” for a virgin man because it’s a thing in the GoT/Asoiaf, Theon referring to your ass as a ”cunt”, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, spit as lube, everyone kinda wants to fuck you too…

Summary: Theon has his eyes set on you and wants to be your first…

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The sounds swords clanging against each other rang out over the courtyard of Winterfell as Theon Greyjoy and Robb Stark practised their swordfighting. Both of them in full focus on the task of beating the others.

Theon was just about to land a winning strike when someone behind Robb distracted him, stealing his focus. A beautiful young man, Y/n Poole, the son of the steward of Winterfell. Theon was distracted just long enough for Robb to be able to knock him to the ground.

”Come on Theon, keep your eyes on your opponent” Robb said annoyed and turned to see what Theon had been looking at, his eyes landing on you. ”Y/n, the steward’s son?” Robb questioned his friend. ”I’ve heard one of the chefs claim he took his virginity but he was drunk so i think he might have lied” Robb gossiped as he continued looking at you.

”I wouldn’t mind fucking him myself” he then said to the annoyance of Theon. ”Oh please, is the little lord Robb Stark gonna fuck the steward’s son?” Theon mocked him. ”He needs someone to take his boy cunt like the little whore he is” Theon said looking hungrily towards you as you were talking to a couple of castle guards.

”And that’s going to be you?” Robb questioned sarcastically. But Theon wasn’t listening he was already planning.

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That night during dinner…

Theon watched you as you sat next to Jon, chatting cheerfully. Theon needed to catch you alone. Luckily for him he’d get his shot soon… You were also sat next to Sansa Stark which put you in the crossfire between her and her sister Arya’s never ending war.

Arya loaded her spoon with a piece of meat pie and launched it towards Sansa… but she missed hitting your chest, dirtying your light grey tunic. ”Arya! Look what you did?!” Sansa scolded her younger sister. ”I’m so sorry about her” Sansa apologised frantically as she tried to wipe of your shirt with a cloth napkin.

”Don’t worry about it Lady Sansa, i’ll just go change” you said calmly, standing up from the table and walking off. Theon saw this was his chance to finally meet you alone.

He soon managed to sneak away from the the dining hall. He stopped by the kitchens and snagged two goblets and a pitcher of wine, then he made his way through Winterfell castle towards the small part occupied by Steward of Winterfell and his family.

He knocked on the door he knew belonged to you. ”One moment” came your voice from the inside. Then the door opened revealing you in a nightshirt and underwear, you quickly wrapped yourself in a thin blue robe to cover up more for you’re unexpected visitor.

”Theon” you said happily at sight of him. ”Sorry, i’m not more properly dressed i was just about to go to bed” you said tying your robe. ”Oh no worries” he said with a flirty smile, you were gonna be even less dressed once he was done with you.

”How can i help you?” you asked. ”Oh, i just wondered if you’d like to have quick drink with me” he said holding up the pitcher and the two goblets he brought. You looked unsure. ”If your not too tired of course” he quickly added.

”Of course, a drink wouldn’t hurt” you said and held open the door for him, letting him in to your bed chamber. Theon observed the room, it was smaller than his own. It had a small square window with a nice view. A little fire place where a fire was burning, heating up the cold castle room.

A square table with a set of two chairs and a clothing chest right next to it. And finally the bed, which was draped in soft blankets. Above it hung a banner for your House, House Poole. The room was textbook definition of what Theon would describe as cozy.

You sat down in one of the chairs by the table, as Theon put the goblets on the table, pouring wine in each and then putting the pitcher down. He sat down in the other chair, you both grabbed your goblets. ”Cheers” Theon said and you clinked your goblets together and drank.

The two of you talked for a while. Theon decided to start testing the waters. He moved his leg slightly making it rest against yours, your eyes drifted to his leg for half a second before you looked back to him but you didn’t move away.

Time passed as you told Theon a story, once you finished it became quiet through the chamber. ”You’re really pretty you know” Theon stated boldly filling the silence in the room. Before you had time to respond Theon started talking ”Some of the staff has been talking about it, how they want to fuck you. Even the lordling Robb Stark said so”.

”And i understand them, you are very pretty” he continued. You looked rather unsure what to answer. ”Tell me Y/n, have you ever been fucked before?” Theon asked shamelessly, leaning closer to you. ”I… no, i have not” you told him, trying to stay casual.

”Would you like to be?” Theon then asked immodestly, leaving you slightly stunned. ”By-…By you?” you asked, Theon gave you a smirk as comformation. ”I-I wouldn’t know what to do” you said shyly. Theon played with the strings of your night shirt and said ”Don’t worry, i’ll show you”.

He then pulled you in to a kiss, his lips pushing hungrily against yours. Theon pulled you both up from your seats leading you to the middle of the room as you made out. Theon pulled of your robe, then his own jacket and he continued until you were both left naked in front of each other.

Your dick had gotten erected from Theon’s sudden interest in you and it made Theon’s own manhood swell with pride. He took your wrist in his hand and guided your hand over his slightly fuzzy chest down to his erect manhood. It was the first time you had ever touched another man in such a manner.

He made you enclose your fingers around his hardend cock and tug at it a little, rubbing him off slowly. ”Feel what you do to me Y/n” he uttered.

He led you backwards towards your beds and your naked bodies climbed up on it. Theon laid you down on the bed and the two of you passionately made out. Theon moved his hands to you ass and let his fingers graze against your hole.

You were unfamiliar with his action as you had never experienced it before but let Theon continue. He slowly started pushing his finger inside you, making you audibly gasp against his lips at the feeling of being streched out. ”That’s right relax” Theon instructed.

Once he added next finger he did it more hastily, making you yelp quietly. Theon let out a small chuckle ”Such a warm nice cunt for me to fuck” Theon said before shoving in a third finger.

Theon then stood up on his knees, he grabbed you and positioned you on all fours, ass spread out in front of him. He spit in to his own hand rubbing it on his manhood. ”I’m gonna take you like a real lord would” Theon said which you wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a warning.

Theon didn’t waste any time and started pushing his rockhard cock inside your virgin hole, making you groan, feeling yourself be filled. ”Fuck your tight around my cock” Theon said pleasureably sheathing himself fully inside you.

Before you had time to adjust he snapped his hips forwards thrusting into you making you release a small cry. ”Was this what he had meant? Was this how lords fucked their wives?” you thought to yourself.

Theon grabbed your hips and started setting a pace a his hips thrust against your ass. His raw cock forcing your walls to stretch, you released several whines as Theon roughly plowed in to you. ”Fuck Theon, you’re so big” you said through your pained but pleasured moans.

Theon grabbed your head as he pounded your ass saying ”What would your steward father say? Seeing his son deflowered by Eddard’s Stark ward like some common whore”. As he thrusted as hard in to you as his body would let him.

”Maybe i should go get him after this and make him come look at his son’s cum stained body” Theon said cockily. You however couldn’t answer him as you had your face pressed against the matress moaning endlessly from the ecstasy of Theon’s cock fucking you.

”Maybe i should start coming by every night and make good use of your cunt and fill you with my seed” he suggested, his thrusts rocking your bed back and forth. ”Shame you can’t have my bastards” he added.

From the endless groans to the creaking bed, you hoped no one could hear you getting your virginity fucked out of you by Theon. You felt your own cock twitching getting close to your orgasm. ”I’m gonna cum” you moaned. And soon after your load dripped down on the sheets below.

Theon kept plowing in to you for several minutes, claiming your ass as his. Sweat glazed his and your body as the room had gotten hot and damp. He grunted and uttered a satisfied ”I’m gonna fill you with my cum”.

With one last rough thrust Theon shoved his manhood deep inside you, his cock erupting staining your innocene with his warm seed. He then pulled out of you with a smirk, seeing his cum leak out of puckered hole and running down your legs. You collapsed on to the matress below in exhaustion.

Theon was just about to get ready to leave but he couldn’t leave you like this. He covered your nakedness under the covers and blankets. He then started getting dressed and before he left planted a kiss on your forehead saying ”You were so good to me, Y/n, better than any common whore, you were divine”. He then gave you a last kiss before he left your bed chambers with a smirk and a feeling of satisfaction, and maybe even a little bit of love.

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Hii, I had a request...Robb and Jon having a crush on the same girl, maybe she could be the Bannerman daughter or something, just lots of teasing and rivalry and angst :)

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Pairing: Jon x f!reader, Robb x f!reader

Platonic: Sansa x reader

Word count: 3975

This is part one. Part two will be the smut.... (this was just too long to make into one part)

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A/N: This is set with Sansa as being 15 and Robb, Jon, and the reader being 18. We’re also gonna pretend Westeros is still in a chill time with King Robert drinking away their money with Ned still alive and safe in Winterfell.

Robb and Jon were used to random Lords and Ladies staying at Winterfell for periods of time but when they saw their newest guest both had the same though. Gods she’s pretty. Your family where Bannerman’s of House Stark, ever loyal to Lord Eddard. Sansa had recently started whining, much to her brother’s dismay since it was all she talked about, that she had no need to be cared for by Septas or wet nurses any longer. She was determined she was old enough to not need to be constantly watched. However, when Catelyn suggested a lady in waiting Sansa jumped at the idea.

This was how you now stood in the courtyard at Winterfell, preparing to start your new journey. It was an honour for your house when you got the raven. Sansa was slightly younger than you, but you had remembered meeting her before at feasts and balls. You had also met Robb and Jon at these events but neither one had taken notice of you till now.

Robb slapped Jons shoulder to get his attention when he noticed you climbing out your carriage. “Is that (Y/N)?” he asked his half brother who looked up from where he was plucking arrows out the target he had just been practising with.

Jons eyebrows scrunched as he looked at the now woman who climbed out the carriage, “She did not look like that last time,” he said with a low voice.

“Tell me about it. Wait is she Sansa’s lady in waiting then?” he said, eyes not leaving the lady who was now being greeted in a hug by his mother.

“Your mother told us that last night,” Jon said rolling his eyes before glancing at the woman who was now merrily chatting with his half-sister, “Do you ever pay attention?”

“Not really,” Robb said with a chuckle as he took the bow from Jon, “Maybe I should from now on,” he joked. Robb did not attempt to hide his glances like Jon did. After all Jon was a bastard whereas Robb was used to the attention of the Northern ladies. However, this one had yet to look at either boy. “C’mon give me some arrows,” Robb said

“You hate archery,” Jon said despite handing him one of the arrows he had just plucked from the target. He moved back to allow Robb to line himself up with the target but couldn’t help noticing the glances he kept firing at (Y/N) while he began to load the bow. “Oh, gods you’re trying to woo her with your shit archery?” Jon smirked at his half-brother.

Robb shot Jon a glare, “Will you shut it?” he hissed glancing over to see if she had heard, which of course she had not, “Besides im not shit,”

“You’re not good,”

“Fuck you,”

“No thanks,”

“Fuck off Snow,”

Their scawbling however did get them noticed “Boys!” Catelyn called across the courtyard with a sharp look before turning back to the girls.

While Jon smirked Robb had noticed you looking over at him, a faint smile ghosting your lips that made him even more determined to show Jon he was wrong. Robbs eyes kept flickering back to you as he knocked his arrow and drew the string back. He enjoyed the feeling of your eyes on him as he did so. He finally turned his attention to the target. Taking a deep breath and rolling his shoulders back, he lined up his shot, breathed in then. Release.

The arrow hit the second inner ring of the target. Robb grinned to himself, knowing secretly that Jon was right about his shooting skills. But when he looked back, he realised you were no longer there. He sighed but when Jon began to laugh, he felt his skin grow hot. “Fuck up,” he said, shoving the bow back into Jons hands.

“You tried to woo her with archery, and she didn’t even stay to watch,” Jon couldn’t control his laughter. He had noticed you walking away as soon as Robb turned his attention to the target but did not say anything as he wanted to enjoy the view of you undisturbed. The bonus was of course his brother’s ego being knocked off its high horse.

“Please like you could do any better,” Robb grumbled as he retrieved the arrow.

“I could,” Jon said, chest puffed, and shoulders raised, “Girls like me,”

“What girls?” It was Robbs turn to laugh, “I can’t even imagine you flirting,”

“You tried to flirt with an arrow,” Jon shot back.

Robb rolled his eyes, “Mate trust me,” Robb said, putting a hand on Jons shoulder which he quickly shrugged off, “She likes me,”

“She’s been here for two minutes,” Jon rolled his eyes.

“We’ll see,”

“Yeah. We will,”

“Fine,”

“Good,”

“Whatever,”

Theon walked over to the bickering duo, “What are you two on about now?”

“Nothing,” The brothers said in unison before storming off in separate directions.

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What did Robb know about girls anyway? Jon wondered as he walked the halls of Winterfell. Sure, he had girls’ attention because of his position but that doesn’t count. Besides Jon knew how to flirt. All be it he didn’t do it very often, but he was sure in theory he would do just fine. Why did Robb deserve you more than him anyway?

His mind soon went from frustration to thinking of you and suddenly his problems began to melt away. When he had noticed you, it was like all the air had been knocked out his lungs. Out of all the ladies he had seen you were by far the prettiest. The wide smile you wore when greeting his sister had warmed his heart from all the Norths cold. All he had been able to see was your hair and face due to the large clock you had been wearing but as his mind wandered, he couldn’t help but wondering what you looked like beneath it.

Jon was quickly snapped out his thoughts when he felt someone clash against his chest. His arm shoots out to grab the persons arm to steady them. “Apologies my- “Jon looked up to the person he had literally ran into and he felt his cheeks flush. “My lady I did not see you,” he stuttered, eyes flickering away from you in embarrassment.

“Jon?” You asked and he could hear the smile in your voice, “I hardly recognised you. It has been so long,” Jon couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face when he saw your wide grin. “You’ve grown,”

“As have you,” he said before his face fell, “not like that well like not in a bad way my lady- “

“It’s okay,” you laughed, “I know what you mean Jon. You have never been anything kind to me,”

Jon cleared his throat as he tried to stand tall, pretending he hadn’t made a complete arse of himself in front of you, “Are you off anywhere particular this evening my lady?”

“So formal,” you laughed hitting your shoulder as you continued your walk, Jon quickly turning to follow, “I was going to sneak to the kitchens to try squeeze a snack in before dinner. Mother forgot to pack us any food for our travels,”

“You don’t have to sneak my lady. You are a guest im sure lord stark would be more than happy to see you fed,”

“But is it not so much more fun this way?” you said in a low teasing voice, “I remember how we used to sneak away with Robb during feasts. Don’t act like you don’t like it this way,” Jon blushed at your words as a completely different potential scenario flashed across his mind, “Perhaps you could escort me to the kitchens?” your voice snapped him back to reality.

Jon cleared his throat, “Of course my lady,” Jon said as he took your arm you had outstretched to him.

You rolled your eyes as your arms linked, “You don’t need to be so formal Jon. No ones listening anyway. Besides we have so much caught up to do,” Jon had almost forgotten how chatty you had been but was glad to see the quality had not gone away.

Jon laughed along in your conversation, and grinned when his own jokes made loud laughs come from your mouth. Within minutes he was already so comfortable beside you like he had spent a lifetime by your side. However what Jon hadn’t noticed was Robb Starks icy glare when he spotted the two sneaking down the kitchen stairway.

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When dinner time had rolled around you were informed by Sansa you would be joining the Starks at their table, which you found out included Jon which you were secretly pleased about. When you walked in the room the only ones at the table were Catelyn and Robb who grinned when you entered. You tried to hide your blush when you noticed his perfect smile. Robb had also changed from when you last saw him, and he had grown at least a head in height.

At both ends of the table sat a larger chair, one of which Catelyn was currently occupying. Three chairs ran down one side of the table, four on the other. Robb sat beside his mother on the side with three chairs, leaving two left. “Lady (y/n),” he greeted when you entered, “I hadn’t known you were joining us my lady,” he had. He had asked his mother who shot him a silent questioning look, “Allow me,” he said as he pulled the chair next to him out for you.

You laughed lightly as you took your seat, Robb pushing it in for you with a smile before taking his own chair. Sansa rolled her eyes at her brothers’ antics as she sat beside you, “She’s my friend not yours,” she grumbled.

“Sansa!” Catelyn said sharply, “She is our guest as much as she is your lady,” you did your best to not laugh but a small smile graced your lips, “Sorry about that (Y/N),” she said with a sorry smile.

“Its okay Lady Catelyn,” you said.

“Call me Cat,” she said with a smile, but the conversation was interrupted as the youngest three Starks sprinted into the room. “Behave you lot,” Cat said as she helped the youngest Rickon into the chair beside her. Bran and Arya took the two closest chairs to the empty one at the head of the table, leaving the one across from you free. Robb mentally scowled at his siblings but figured sitting beside you had the far superior advantage.

When Jon arrived, their father was with him and as the two took their seats the food was brought out. The way you and Jon smiled at each other made Robb wanna roll his eyes, but he resisted as he acted the perfect gentleman. As dinner went on Sansa kept stealing your attention which Robb figured was at least better than Jon doing so. He thought he would never get to talk to you.

Until that is you turned to him, “Don’t you think so too Robb?” your voice brought him back from his daydreaming about you. he hummed in response as he came out his daze, “I was saying to Sansa how she should go horse riding more often. Riding can be so thrilling after all,” Robb tried not to blush when he thought of what he would rather you be riding. “You do still enjoy horse riding?” you said with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh yeah of course,” he said quickly, “Sorry my mind has been preoccupied lately,” he said causing Jon to roll his eyes, “but Sansa trust her there are few things better than it. (Y/N) always knew how to have fun,” he said with a smile which made you blush and quickly turn to face Sansa, but Robb had saw it. he looked at Jon with a slight smirk which only made the boy roll his eyes and look away. When Robb heard Sansa and you discussing plans to go riding tomorrow, he had a plan.

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Robb wasn’t being weird by being close by the stables around the time he knew you would be coming by. He just was tending to his own horse. Definitely of course, a complete accident that he was there when you appeared with Sansa in tow laughing about something. “Robb,” you exclaimed when you noticed him, “Are you joining us?” you said glancing at Sansa.

Sansa quickly shook her head saying a firm no. Robb rolled his eyes at his little sister, “I was just tending to my horse my lady,”

“That’s sweet,” you said as Sansa went off to retrieve her mother’s horse which she had said she could borrow before they decided to get her one of her own, “So many lords just toss their reigns aside when they’re done,”

Robb chuckled as he stepped away from his horse and followed you to yours, “Do you ride often my lady?”

“I try to at least go a few times a week,” you said as you took you went to saddle your horse only for Robb to step in.

“Allow me,” he said as he readied your horse for you.

You laughed gently, stepping back to allow him to do so, “Thanks Robbie,” you said as he did up the leather and clasped.

Robb couldn’t help his blush at the nickname you had been using with him since childhood, “Its no problem,” he assured before stepping back from the horse, “That’s you all set,”

“Help me up?” you asked as you stepped closer to the horse. Robb couldn’t help but notice your slight smirk when you had asked and with a quick inhale and a sudden wave of confidence, he stepped forward to pick you up by your hips and place you on your horse. You giggled as he did so and quickly steady yourself on the saddle, “I didn’t realise how strong you had got,”

Robb grinned at your comment, “Thank you my lady. Sometimes I don’t notice my own strength,”

“Then I feel bad for whoever ends up at the other end of your sword,” you laughed.

“You should watch me practise someday,” Robb said, “I do almost everyday at the training grounds,”

“I’ll have to stop by sometime,” you smiled down at him as Sansa trotted over on her horse. “Ready?” you asked the girl.

“I am if you stop flirting with my brother,” she smirked before riding out of the stable. Robb would’ve been embarrassed if he had not seen how your face had flushed and how you quickly rode after her. wait till Jon heard what you had been saying.

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“You can’t just grab a ladies’ hips,” Jon said, wide eyed. The pair were in the training yard getting ready to practise some sparring.

Robb smirked, “Really? Cause I did,” he said as he grabbed his practise sword off the rack, “Good hips by the way,” Jon rolled his eyes at his brothers’ antics, “You’re just mad that she likes me,”

“Maybe she was blushing because she was so embarrassed at the idea of flirting with you,” Jon said making Robb grumble, “At least she thinks im funny,” he added while he took his stance across from Robb.

Robb struck first. “Funny looking,” he said as their swords clashed.

“Fuck up,” he snapped, and Robb grinned. The grin fell when Jon took his own strike, quicker than Robb and harder too, “Are you really gonna let a girl come between us?”

As soon as Robb caught up to his brother’s speed, he replied, “If you won’t admit she likes me and not you then yeah,” Robb smirked only making his brother groan and knock Robb hard enough to drop his sword.

Robb cursed under his breath as he picked it up and took stance again. However, as he was doing this Robb happened to notice a certain someone walking into the training yard, arms linked with his sister. Robbs jaw almost dropped as he saw the new dress you must have recently made that was far more form showing than any of your other cloaks had been. He could see your curves even under the thick fabric and it made him strike his next blow even harder.

Jon was almost caught off guard at his brother’s seriousness however he had sparred with Robb long enough to know he only fought like this when he was angry. While he didn’t see the anger in his eyes, he knew how he would mess up. Jon only had to spar another few blows with the Tully boy before his footing got sloppy and Jon was able to knock his legs out from under neath him. “Cheap shot,” Robb spat as he pulled himself up from the hard ground.

Soft claps rang out over the training ground and Jon spun to see what had caused his brothers sudden intensity. And gods did he understand when he saw the smile perched on your lips as you clapped for him. Jon turned back to his brother with a smirk, “You’re just made she likes me,” he said emulating his previous words.

Robbs sword moved before Jon even had a chance to raise his own causing him to need to duck to dodge the blow. Sansa had never seen her brothers practise with such intensity or for any of their sparring to last so long. she glanced at you who was watching the pair intently and suddenly seemed to realise her brothers’ peculiar actions for the past week. “We should go,” she said softly.

At this point Robb had just managed to knock Jon to his feet. Again, you clapped before reluctantly drawing your eyes away and continuing your walk with Sansa. You couldn’t resist waving to the pair however as you were walking past. You smiled at the dopey grins on their faces as they waved back.

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For the next few weeks, the pair continued their relentless bickering and it turned into a competition of sorts. Every time one managed a private moment alone with you the other was around the corner to get the same. Jon would go out of his way to escort you to places you already knew the way to such as the kitchens or gods wood, but you never complained, enjoying his jokes along the way. Robb began to escort you and his sisters horse rides, much to Sansa’s annoyance, and suddenly took far more of an interest in the library after he noticed your frequent visits. One of Robbs favourite sights was watching as you curled up with a book in an armchair by the fire in the library. He thought you didn’t notice his shameless stares and gazes, but you had.

You had also noticed the way Jons cheeks tinged pink each time you laughed at his joke or touched his arm. Robb did not blush the way Jon did, but you began to notice his lingering touches when he helps you on your horse or past you a book off the top shelf. The attention was something you had grown rather fond of and weren’t about to complain about.

Sansa however was a different story. She was sick of her brothers bickering, something all the Starks agreed upon but only she had noticed why. She was also sick of her brothers both crashing her talks with you or stealing you away. “You do realise they’re both totally in love with you?” she asked as you sat with her in her chambers doing some embroidery, the one place they wouldn’t disturb you.

You blushed at her words, “I wouldn’t say they’re in love,”

“Okay but you do know that they like you like you,” she clarified rolling her eyes. You had grown fond of the admittedly sassy Sansa Stark, “They’re gonna end up killing each other,”

“That’d be no fun,” you fake pouted before laughing as she rolled her eyes, “What do you want me to do? I didn’t ask them to fight over me,” even as you said it the words felt silly. Sansa sat her threads down, giving you the classic Sansa face you had grown to hate and love all at once. “Fine, I’ll talk to them,”

“Thank you,” she smirked before turning back to her threads, “Maybe they’ll finally give us some peace,” she said and all you could do was laugh at the irony of her demanding your attention while being upset about her brothers doing the same.

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You hadn’t expected to talk to the boys as soon as you left but as you were walking from Sansa’s chambers to go find them you paused when you heard Robbs voice around the corner. “Maybe you should just back off,”

“Why do I need to back of?” When you heard Jons voice you slowly crept closer to the corner, pressing yourself against the wall just before the bend to hear properly, “Not everything is about you Stark,”

“Same for you Snow,” the venom was practically dripping off their voices. It would be concerning if the sound hadn’t sent a shiver up your spine at the hotness of the situation. The two most handsome men in Winterfell arguing over you? how could you complain?

“Well maybe we let her choose,” Jon said.

“Maybe we should,” Robb spat back.

Taking a deep breath, you decided to reveal yourself as you walked round the corner. Jons eyes grew wide when he saw you emerge and Robb quickly spun on his heels, his jaw slackening slightly at the sight. “My lady- “he began to stutter.

You held your hands up and he quickly stopped. You took a deep breath as you glanced around the corridors, “I think its time we had a little talk,” you said to the boys as you walked closer. The two almost hung their heads in shame, “Let’s go somewhere more private,” you said as you brushed past them and began to walk to your chambers.

The pair followed silently, tails between their legs when they realised, they had been caught. “This is your fault,” Robb mumbled but he groaned when Jon stuck his elbow into his side.

Luckily your room was not far, and you were soon ushering the pair in, latching the door behind you before facing them with your back pressed against the door. “What exactly am I supposed to be choosing?” you asked, eyebrow raised with a secret idea toying in your mind.

“My lady we can explain,” Jon began to stammer, cheeks going that cute shade of pink again, “Robb and I well we- “

“We both have an affection for you,” Robb continued trying to sound confident, but his voice failed him, “And we have been uh debating,” Robb said causing you to laugh.

“Debating?” you questioned, “It sounded more like an argument,” this time it was Robbs turn to blush.

Jon continued for his brother, “We just were trying to figure out which one of us you liked. Assuming you do like one of us,”

“I might,” you said with a slight smirk causing both boys heads to snap up, their eyes watching you intently.

“Well, which one of us is it?” Robb asked with eager eyes. He was internally praying to the gods to give him some luck or at least to have him swallowed up by the grounds if he was wrong about your affection. Jon was silently thinking the same.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Who said it was one of you?” you said with a slight smirk. Both boys looked confused at your words. Pushing yourself off the door, you walked closer to the pair, “Would it be so bad if I didn’t choose? Were you not taught how to share?”

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Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none, nervous!jensen that's super cute

Request by anon: Hey, can i request a series or one shot with Jensen x actress/singer reader, where the reader is very famous actress and singer that work in Marvel as Black Widow, Game of Thrones, TVDU, etc and Jensen loved her and always are talking about her in set without knowing that she is Gen Padalecki best fiends and Jared Padalecki friends and Jared tell her all Jensen said about her so she was casted as a new character who is Dean love interest without him knowing and in the end they end together and have kids?

Summary: You're a famous actress that's been in lots of movies and TV shows. Jensen has a huge crush on you and doesn't know that the newest person to be hired onto Supernatural is none other than you.

Square Filled: what if (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: just pretend that each of the shows/movies she's been in took place one after the other instead of going on at the exact same time.

Jared and Jensen have a few minutes alone before their panel. Jared is snacking on whatever they provided them with while Jensen is sitting on the couch browsing on his phone. Jared has his wife on FaceTime as he is stuffing his face, and she laughs at the food dripping from his mouth.

“Baby, why can’t you eat normally?”

“What? I’m hungry,” he says, more food spewing from his mouth.

“Our kids eat better than you,” she chuckles.

“Jen, tell her I eat normally.” Jared turns to his friend but Jensen isn’t listening to a word he’s saying. He has one of his Airpods in watching a video. “Are you guys coming to the panel?”

“Yeah, we’re just exploring right now.”

“Hi, Daddy!” Odette smiles and jumps into the frame.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Say bye!”

All three of his kids say bye just before Gen hangs up on him. Jared finishes eating his snack before walking over to his friend. He takes a seat next to him to see what video he’s watching and smirks when he sees you on the screen.

“So, what do you want to do when the panel is over? What section of the convention do you want to visit?” Jared asks knowing Jensen isn’t listening.

He’s too invested in the video of you doing press for your new Marvel movie. You play the elusive Black Widow in all of the Marvel films, and you just got done filming your own solo movie. You’ve done some press for the movie even before it comes out to prepare people for what to expect and things of that nature.

“You’re obsessed with her,” Jared chuckles.

“Shut up, I’m not,” Jensen barks. “I’m just an admirer of her movies.”

“You have posters of her locked away in your collection.”

Jensen slaps his friend on the chest and continues watching the video. It’s true, Jensen has a major crush on you not only for Black Widow but for every role you’ve ever done. You’ve played Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones, Katherine and Elena in The Vampire Diaries, and so much more. You’re such a talented person that acting is like second nature to you. You can do almost any role you’ve ever landed, and you’ve won a lot of awards for it which you’re proud of.

“Damn, look at her. She’s gorgeous,” Jensen says with metaphorical hearts in his eyes. Jared laughs and Jensen shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I have a major crush on this woman. What are you gonna do about it?”

“We’re about to do a panel. Come on.”

Jensen and Jared get ready to go out on stage. All their fans cheer for them when they make an appearance. Jared scans the audience to see his wife there with her phone pointed at him. He nods once and turns to Jensen knowing his wife is getting this on video.

“Alright, any questions?” Jared asks. A lot of hands go up in the air, and he points to the person whom Gen gestures. “What’s your name?”

“Elisa. I’m such a huge fan of both of you. My question is for Jensen. I watched a video you did talking about the actress Y/N. She just finished her movie Black Widow. Is it true you have a crush on her?”

Everyone cheers for this question but quiets down to give Jensen an opportunity to answer. His entire face reddens at the question and becomes extremely conscious of what he’s wearing, what he’s saying, and how he’s behaving as if you’re in the room.

“Wow, there’s a lot to unpack here. Look, she’s gorgeous, I’m not gonna lie. If she were standing in front of me now, I don’t think I’d form complete sentences. So, yes, I have a crush on her.”

Everyone laughs at how shy he’s becoming, and Gen looks at the person she’s on FaceTime with.

“He’s so cute,” you chuckle through the screen. “Very charming.”

You’re a really good friend of the Padalecki family. You met Gen through a non-profit organization she was funding a while back and became fast friends with her. She and Jared welcomed you into their family immediately but it was never known to Jensen that you knew them.

“Just wait until you meet him in person.”

“Isn’t it true that there is still an opening for that female character on their show?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m in between projects right now. I’d be happy to audition if you want to bring that to Jared.”

“I’ll have him hook you up,” Gen smirks.

“Is that Y/N?” Shep asks and forces his face into the frame.

“Hey, Shep,” you grin.

Supernatural is about to start filming its eleventh season which means the director is desperate to fill the role of Dean’s love interest. Jared brought you up as an option, the director had you audition, and you were offered the part before leaving the building to go home. Jensen still doesn’t know that you were the one who was offered the role, just that the position had been filled.

“Isn’t it a bit suspicious that we haven’t met this new person?” Jensen asks.

“Talk to the director, dude.” Jared gets a call from the director and answers it with a smile. “Hey. Are you here? … Perfect. I’ll be right there.”

“Whose that?”

“Gen is here. I gotta go. I’ll be right back.”

Jared leaves before Jensen can ask any other questions. He meets up with you and the director who is waiting for him on the other side of the set.

“Jared!” you grin and give him a friendly hug. “Working together is going to be so fun.”

You’re not sure how long you’ll be on the show, but you hope it’s going to last years.

“Is he ready?”

“He’s practicing his lines right now.”

Jared escorts you to the main set where Jensen is. He’s already in his Dean clothes since they are scheduled to film right now. His back is turned to you when you enter the room so you think this is the perfect opportunity to scare him. He is holding a prop gun and muttering his lines when you jump in front of him. He yelps and drops the gun as you let out an infectious laugh.

“What?” he stutters when he sees you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you grin and hold out your hand for him. Jensen is a stuttering mess but shakes your hand nonetheless. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“She’s going to play your new love interest,” Jared says and slaps him on the back lightly.

“It’s going to be so much fun working with you.”

“Yeah, same here,” Jensen manages to get out. “Excuse me for a second.” He brings Jared off to the side to talk to him privately. “What the hell? Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, she’s a family friend.”

“How did I not know this?”

“I’m good at keeping secrets when I want to,” he chuckles.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be in the same room as her.”

“You’re welcome,” Jared smirks and pats his back.

Jared walks away just as you approach Jensen.

“I hope you’re okay with me being here.”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly. I love your movies. You’re an amazing actress.”

“Thank you,” you smile. “I love this show. Dean just so happens to be my favorite character.”

That makes Jensen blush. Over the next couple of months, you’ve been filming with the boys as much as you can. It’s been nothing but fun especially when you participate in their pranks on Misha. You and Jensen are growing closer, more than you ever thought you would. He’s super nice, sweet, charming, and very sexy. He’s everything a girl would want in a man. This was inevitable, but you got to the part in your onscreen relationship where your characters share a kiss. He’s super nervous as are you since you both have feelings for one another.

“Dean, I don’t know why you’re bugging out. The hunt went exactly as planned,” your character says as you unpack your duffel bag.

“You got hurt. How is that exactly as planned?”

“We got the bad guy. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Not at the cost of your life! How could you think so little of it?”

“Dean, it’s just a scratch. I’ve gotten worse wounds than this.”

“God, you’re not getting it,” he scoffs.

“What? Please explain to me how you’re feeling.”

“It’s your life! No monster is worth that. You’re too important to me.” Jensen walks over to you and cups your jaw. The moment is so intense, so intimate. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m right here,” you whisper.

You two stare into your eyes right before he smashes his lips on yours. He isn’t kissing you like how Dean would, he’s kissing you like how he would. The kiss is supposed to be short and sweet but Jensen keeps it going as long as he can. Your lips mold with his perfectly as if you were meant to be doing this your whole life.

The director yells CUT and Jensen pulls away from you slightly. He cheers at getting it on one take, and you step back from him with a nervous chuckle.

“Good job you two! Take ten everyone!”

“Listen, if you ever want to practice lines or… other things, you’re more than welcome to come to my trailer. You know, practice makes perfect.”

“I’ll make sure to take you up on that offer,” he smirks.

And practice did make perfect. After hearing the story of how you met Jenson yet again, both your daughters clap happily.

“Tell the story again!” your six-year-old giggles.

“Again!” your four-year-old laughs after her sister.

“Not tonight, girls,” you grin and kiss both their heads.

“Go to sleep. We’ll see you in the morning,” Jensen says.

You and Jensen leave their room and close the door gently. Jensen brings you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Landing that role has been the best thing to ever happen to me,” you whisper to him.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” Jensen smiles and kisses you.

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bookjonsadaily · 2 months

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can you recommend some book jonsa fanfics? Not really that many on going in ao3

Hey anon!!!

Here are some more recs for you!!

the first are from nepobabyeurydice:

if you try to break me you will bleed by @dialux

time travel fic with Sansa, but it’s always the first fic I recommend to friends because the development of Jon and Sansa’s relationship from her holding all the cards, to him swearing herself to her, and then Sansa letting him see the whole deck is genuinely beautiful to read!

love exists in many forms by @dialux

In which Alayne Arryn, only daughter of Jon Arryn, commits suicide after her father dies in a failed attempt at rebellion, and her handmaiden, Sansa Stone, pretends to be her when faced with death. Sansa arrives at King’s Landing and finds herself betrothed to Prince Jon Targaryen; but their relationship is complicated by old secrets, new loves, and treason.

my head is bloody and unbowed by sadhippe

In which Robb’s baby survives, Sansa never marries Ramsay, and Jon is held captive at Dragonstone. Also more Tully’s and other Northern Conspiracy Faves!

and recs from visenyashill, who is going to do one of longer fic when they have the time and energy to actually read fic in a little bit, so these are mostly one shots-

in the midst of the ruins by iday

jonsa fic, post war for the dawn. while living out his days out of sight and out of mind, jon gets a raven from winterfell with only two words: "come home." so he does. brienne and podrick are also there. very cute, contained little story, and an older jonsa fic.

varg-hamr/wolfskin by undercovercaptain

this one gets rec-ed a lot but for good reason! a take on jon's ressurection and sansa as the girl in gray that i think is well done and also roughly what i predict will happen (leaving room for some crazy grrm-ness tho, obviously)

saw you in the snow by sleepingwithwolves

another girl in gray esque take but with bran coming to sansa in a weirwood dream as well as jon. i love this one a lot, i you will see i have a weakness for jonsa fic that features another starkling.

no smooth road by maybethrice

rickon pov where jon and sansa recall him from hiding on skagos when he’s twelve, to be the new lord of winterfell. it’s a “dany stops the long night” canon and i like it for delving into the difficult tie of the political situation.

ghosts by sansawolfbits

jon travels to the vale to meet with the lord protector and finds someone he didn't expect. very short but cute also myranda cameo.

i lost all signs so i got lost by tempisfugit

The five people who wanted Sansa for who she reminded them of and the one who just wanted her.

stealing by just_a_dram

jon steals sansa. this is the first jonsa fic i ever read and this author was super prolific with book canon jonsa in like....2016? ish? so if you're looking for book canon stuff, I would definitely start here!

a boy in his cups by greenhikingboots

a re-imagining of jon's first chapter in agot where he knows the truth of who he is and drunkenly proposes to sansa.

a stark in winterfell

it's not super romantic, more tortured than anything, about sansa needing an heir and seducing jon snow - and neither of them know about his true parentage.

#book jonsa #fanfic #do i dare tag this with vs haha #jonsa #fanfiction

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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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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 8 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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rippersz · 1 year

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Her Scorn

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(A Brienne of Tarth x Fem!Reader one-shot) (No warnings apply)

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Brienne of Tarth hated you.

Everyone in the Kingsguard knew it - every soldier, every Stark left alive; Hell it would be no surprise to you if everyone in the North had been told that Brienne of Tarth hated you. Despised you, really. And that wasn’t because she went around ranting and raving, oh no she’d never stoop so low as to do that, but it was because word traveled fast when drama was absent. People made big things out of small things. People spoke and they spoke far too much.

“Ser Brienne hates her!”

“I heard Brienne despises the girl.”

“Why? Well no one really knows, but that doesn’t change the fact.”

Unfortunately, that was the thing - the one thing about the entire situation that left you at a loss.

Ser Brienne of Tarth hated you and no one had any idea why.

Not even yourself; for as far as you knew, you’d never done anything to get on her metaphorical bad side. You just minded your own business, tending to the horses and cleaning up the mess tables during the summer and making sure the training grounds for the troops were clear and neat. Well… as neat as training grounds could be.

Some part of you wondered if that’s why the soldier disliked you so much - because you didn’t do your job the way she wanted you to do it. One would think that if that were the case then surely she would have said something, but unfortunately you were met with silence. And it wasn’t as though you could solve it on your own with a little conversation. Oh no, the very idea- the very notion- of approaching her yourself and confronting her for her subtle yet noticeable behavior was enough to make you nauseous with anxiety. Because you? Going up to The Ser Brienne of Tarth? Gods, no. Absolutely not. Not because she would bite your head off - everyone knew she wasn’t that volatile - but because you harbored some inexplicable feelings yourself.

In fact, you couldn’t even look her in the eye.

She was just… she was just so tall. So tall and so strong. Strapping, really. And handsome - so fucking handsome. With those blonde waves… naturally pushed back… studded with the beauty of snowflakes…. And eyes like glaciers… Darker than those of the White Walkers… deeper than the largest ocean…. Oh you wanted nothing more to look at her without shame - you wanted to admire. You yearned for it. Longed for it. ‘Please,’ your mind said silently whenever she walked past with that stride of hers and those arms and that armor and those furs… There was a moment when you got too close to her once- it was a complete accident of course, your hands were full and you weren’t focusing- but you remembered her scent ever since. Burning firewood, rain, and steel. She wasn’t very flowery, but you certainly didn’t expect her to be. As a woman warrior, held in such high regard, with such a title… well… she couldn’t really afford to be vulnerable. In fact the only times you had seen her happy and alive were when she laughed with a close friend. Sometimes Podrick made her smirk and sometimes Lady Sansa said something funny that made her release the deepest warmest softest chuckle from the depths of her chest… And you ached to be on the receiving end of that. Really, you ached to be on the receiving end of anything Ser Brienne was willing to give.

But you knew that wouldn’t happen. You knew you wouldn’t get anything. It was a shame, but you had come to terms with it some time ago. The famed Brienne of Tarth didn’t like you - thus, you didn’t really have a chance at getting to know her better. Unfortunately, her opinion also meant that you didn’t really have any friends. Judgment and rumors would always be a defining factor in class and popularity… and when the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard disliked you? Well you were pretty much fucked.

It irritated you to no end; because despite your admiration for her, despite wanting to kiss that scowl off of her lips, despite wanting to tell and prove to her that she was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen in your life… you were still upset. Her glares, her avoiding whenever she neared the stables and instantly approached a different stable-hand (even if you were obviously the best option), her unpleasant grimaces, her judging gazes looking you up and down… it really hurt. All of it really hurt. Honestly, when you glanced up to look for something, only to find that Ser Brienne of Tarth was running her intense blue eyes over the length of your body, barely concealing the disgust in her expression? Well it hurt more than being burned alive. Not that you knew what that felt like, but you could assume. And each time you walked past her, you were forced to put a distance between you; because ever so slightly, one could see how she recoiled.

And that? Well… that felt as though she had run through your body with the blade of her sharp Valerian steel sword.

Many many times.

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“Y/n!”

The sound of Gerik’s voice had you looking up from your saddle polishing.

“Hm?”

He had jogged over, clearing his throat before taking a seat beside you. It was a shame that he always smelled so heavily of sweat as you contained your grimace; stable-hands weren’t the most cleanly people. It wasn’t by choice, of course. Well for some it was, but not for you.

“Hey,” Gerik smiled, pulling your eyes away from the piece of hay on the floor you were staring at and successfully dragging them to him.

“Hi.”

It wasn’t often that he approached you, but whenever he did, the moment was strange. Strange in the sense that he wanted to say something but never could. Like it was balancing on the tip of his tongue. And there was something in his brown eyes too that called out to you, but you weren’t too interested in answering it. In fact, you weren’t too interested in talking to him at all. Why couldn’t he just leave you be? Why couldn’t he just distract himself with the dinner taking place some feet away? Why couldn’t he listen to the stories and smile and let you sit alone in the dark, polishing saddles that already gleamed the moon’s reflection? Why couldn’t he let you wallow and why couldn’t he be too dumb to catch the fleeting admiring looks you shot at the tough Lord Commander?

The very same Lord Commander, in fact, that seemed to have disappeared after you peeked over Gerik’s shoulder. Hm. Maybe she had to use the restroom - or tend to other business. But her plate was still there and the food was still war-

“So I- um- I was- uh- wondering-” Gerik began to stutter and you watched (with growing disgust and panic) as he began fidgeting with his hands.

Oh. Oh dear. Was it finally going to happen? Was he finally going to get over himself and let those words fall out of his mouth and ‘make a move’? You wished you could have applauded such bravery, but since you were on the receiving end of… whatever… he was going to say, you really just wanted to run for the hills. Briefly, the thought of actually running away crossed your mind. The horses were sleeping but if you acted fast enough… and took the saddle you were holding… and grabbed some food with lightning speed… you could be off in a flash. You could find work elsewhere. Work that kept you in the dark. Work that kept you busy and away from others. After all, plain women were not usually very sought after anyway. Only men like Gerik were interested in you. And no women like you were interested in Ser Brienne of Tarth. Actually - that wasn’t true. You had seen one or two servant girls do heart-eyed double takes when the soldier went walking past. You wanted to punch them each in the face at the time; but that was before you realized jealousy was stupid. You had the least chance out of everyone, so why bother?

If Gerik were smarter, he could also have realized that he had the least chance out of everyone, too. Though, then again, there weren’t exactly women lining themselves up at your door. Not that Gerik would care. He seemed like the type of man to insist anyway that you hadn’t met the right cock yet. He’d be wrong - just as he was then in assuming you’d go anywhere with him.

“Um I was wondering if you’d maybe- want to- go on an- an outi-”

“Gerik.”

Both of you looked up in shock.

Of course you’d know that deep tone and refined accent anywhere… and of course you’d suddenly feel like fainting as Ser Brienne of Tarth walked up and stood close to your left. You could nearly feel the heat of her skin through the combined layers of clothing - and you watched with wide eyes and flushing cheeks as Gerik looked up at her. Despite the close proximity, her rich sapphire eyes were stuck on him. It was funny, you noticed, that beneath her gaze he seemed to sink into a young boy again.

“Yes, Lord Commander?” Gerik suddenly stood up as though shocked by lightning.

“Fetch Valour,” she responded succinctly, not even bothering to glance at you, “I am in charge of patrol this evening.”

“Yes, Lord Commander.” And in a flash, he was off. His original mission, it seemed, was entirely forgotten about.

You frowned as you watched him run off. The two other stable-hands were with some of the other horses, either bathing them or feeding them. The rotation was complicated but easy to grasp as time went on - you had been there for about two years, so you knew almost better than anyone. That also meant that you knew Ser Brienne was not there for chit-chat (as if she would ever wish to engage in that with you of all people), so you didn’t bother addressing her as you turned back to the saddle in your lap. She would probably walk away a second later without saying a word to you - ignoring as she usually did.

But then that second passed.

And another passed.

And out of the corner of your eye, you could still see her standing there - tall and imposing. It made you sweat, wondering if something was wrong. Had you offended her? Had you done something to garner such… well you weren’t sure what was going on. Was it attention? Was it a punishment? Your brows furrowed.

“If you polish any more, you’ll rub a hole through the leather.”

Instantly, you jumped. It was slight and strange and it sort of made the moment uncomfortable but you didn’t really care. You did, after all, get a fright.

Was she speaking to you? Was she addressing you?

Unable to even glance at her expression, you looked around quickly - checking if, somehow, you weren’t hallucinating and there was another person nearby who just so happened to be polishing a saddle at the same time. When you saw no one, you had no choice but to give into your curiosity and look up at Ser Brienne of Tarth… who did definitely speak to you first if her expectant (and beautiful) eyes had anything to say about it.

You swallowed and flushed in the face of her attention.

You’d never received it before… never positively. But as you observed her, unable to help yourself, you saw that there was no sneer in her gaze and there was no disgust pulling at her lips and she was still standing so close to you and all of a sudden you became very very confused. And very very anxious. How were you to respond? What were you to say? That was no introduction and it was no hello and Hell, it wasn’t even a proper conversation starter - it was just a statement. A witty quip. And as the silence prevailed and you stared up at her, you realized that you probably seemed like the biggest dunce on Earth.

So you slowed your polishing until your hand came to a stop, and then blinked at her - carefully running over what to say.

“Wouldn’t wanna do that.” It was a very lame, plain, stupid response and you muttered it beneath your breath, but it didn’t really matter anyway. You figured she’d probably leave it at that and walk away, forever thinking that you were someone worth disliking.

For once, you were wrong.

“Is he always so bold?” It was spoken after a moment of silence, leaving you to shiver quietly as the chilled wind ran through your bones.

The question caught you off guard. Why did she care? What was so special about Gerik that she finally felt the urge to talk to you? Was it out of some strange womanly protective trait? Was it because she planned on embarrassing you somehow? Morally and professionally, it wasn’t right for you to get angry with the Lord Commander, but you couldn’t help it. Her question seemed so… insensitive. As though she was trying to act friendly after all that time acting as the exact opposite. You felt a flame rise up within your heart and tried hard to push it down. Unfortunately, you were never terribly skilled at being subtle.

“Does it matter if he is?”

Your eyes were glued to the saddle like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Again, silence fell. You tried not to cringe as you thought back on your tone. You sounded quite rude - so you just prayed to each God above that Ser Brienne wasn’t upset or offended. Though really if she were, you figured there wouldn’t be a change in her usual attitude at all.

“...Yes,” came the eventual response, “Self-important men are universally disliked amongst women.”

The snort that left your body came out so quickly you couldn’t catch it. Goodness, one would think the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard was a better conversationalist but it seemed she wasn’t. If you weren’t a bit incensed and confused at the idea that she was being a little friendly, you’d find it endearing. But while Ser Brienne stood there, one hand on her hip and her eyes burning into your neck, you felt yourself getting antsy. Either she should just follow Gerik and get her beautiful horse or tell you what she wanted so you didn’t combust in the following moments.

“Is something funny?”

She sounded genuinely confused. The irony of that made a little sarcastic smile curl onto your lips - and you couldn’t help but shake your head as you pulled your eyes away from the leather in your hands and clapped them on her instead. Goodness… even when you wanted to be mad at her, that striking facade nearly had you holding your heart and confessing your feelings. That charming little line between her eyebrows… and the way the corners of her lips pulled into a natural frown… and how that scar on the right side seemed far more pronounced in the shade of the sunset… You wanted nothing more than to pull her into a kiss, but of course you refrained. After all, you were supposed to be angry. And confused. Which you were - so you threw caution to the wind and shrugged.

Perhaps it was finally your moment to confront her.

“No, no,” you hummed, trying hard to seem nonchalant. “It’s just- well it’s kinda interesting how familiar you are with disliking people… all things considered.”

Once you said that, you figured she’d understand. You thought that, perhaps, she’d remember herself and realize that she crossed her own line and would suddenly give you an icy look before walking off. But she didn’t. No, instead, Ser Brienne of Tarth just continued to stand there, looking down at you with confusion painted over her fair features. You rose an eyebrow, trying to prompt a response.

Finally, she licked her lips and gave you a queer look - as though you had gone mad and your words made absolutely no sense to her.

“What on Earth are you talking about?” She blinked quickly, not bothering to hide the scorn in her tone.

You frowned.

“What do you mean? You’re- ya know-,” you gestured at her, “You’re not exactly the most… personable in regards to me.” Your tone went a little quiet. What did she mean what were you talking about? Had she gotten amnesia overnight and just so happened to forget her dislike of you? Was she turning over a new leaf? Or was she somehow just playing the fool?

By the look on her face, which you quickly deciphered as even more confused, if not a bit… hurt…. You’d say something was definitely going on. A misunderstanding, most likely. And if anyone sitting by the mess tables in the courtyard were watching you, they’d see a knight and a stable-hand staring at each other in equal amounts of puzzlement. And if anyone sitting by the mess tables in the courtyard cared enough about who you were, they’d see, with shock, that the Ser Brienne of Tarth was speaking with the stable-hand she supposedly hated. Hell, you still couldn’t believe you were having a conversation; though you figured that if you didn’t get to the truth soon enough, you were probably going to have a disagreement instead.

“Personable?” The soldier spluttered, looking around as though that were the most absurd thing she’d ever heard. “Explain.”

And then her blue eyes were stuck to you, full of outrage and befuddlement. They were glorious, you noted. And entrancing…. But it wasn’t the time to get distracted. She spoke with finality - telling you that it was an order, not a suggestion.

“Well I- you-,” you sighed, trying to sound respectful. She may have pissed you off but she was still the Lord Commander - and you were still a stable-hand. Best just get it over with so you could forget about the interaction (or think too much about it later when the moon’s high in the clouds). “Look, Lord Commander. I’ll say this as respectfully as I can,” and you met her gaze with hidden anxiousness, “It’s just- no secret that you don’t like me. So I’m a bit confused about… this.” Your hand did a little flipping movement as you gestured between the two of you.

The soldier’s expression didn’t change, but something flitted across her eyes. Something that made her twitch for just a second - and if you really had to put a hopeful finger on it, you’d coin the feeling as guilt. But that would be wishful thinking. Ser Brienne of Tarth rarely felt regret - she did what she had to and that’s how she managed to get to her position. From being rejected to being at the top and doing the rejecting. You had always admired that - but in the moment, as you watched her roll over what to say - you were nervous. She was not one to be trifled with… and you were being bold.

“I don’t know who told you I dislike you, but I’ll have you know I despise rumors,” she looked as though she was getting flustered, looking off into the distance and shifting her body weight. “It would do you well not to spread them any further.”

You scoffed and stood up, dropping the saddle onto the haybale you were sitting on.

“Me spreading them? You’re the one who hates me,” you hissed, putting your hands on your hips.

Clearly, Brienne was not expecting that as she looked down at you with wide fire-filled eyes. Her lips, in shock you guessed, fell open - completing the expression and making you glance down at her mouth. Such soft lips… such icy eyes… she was so close you could smell the familiar scents of burning firewood, rain, and steel. Her nostrils flared in the next second as she took the tiniest step forward. And her hair, you noticed, was damp from the earlier sprinkles of rain that had fallen over the lands just before dinner.

You couldn’t help but melt a little inside; for even incensed, she looked glorious.

“I do not hate you, stop talking such shit!” The Lord Commander growled lowly, looking over your features as though she were committing them to memory.

The rest of the world was forgotten momentarily. All that mattered was you and Ser Brienne - and the way the setting sun lit up the back of her head like a halo of burning light. It wasn’t blinding, but it was enough to make you squint as you thought over her reaction. Shit? She thought you were talking shit? Was she truly lacking in self-awareness so much that she didn’t understand her own actions? That didn’t sound like Ser Brienne of Tarth, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. But then again… you didn’t exactly know her, did you? With a frown, you shook your head. The fire within you was slowly dying down - crackling into a low flame as you crossed your arms and shot Brienne a tired (and admittedly dejected) look.

“What, so you just glare and scoff and avoid everybody?” Your rhetorical question made her eyes widen but you didn’t want to stop there. It was getting late and people would start to notice her prolonged absence and you couldn’t have that. You couldn’t be the reason people spoke about Ser Brienne with suspicion or confusion or anything other than respect. “Just admit you dislike me, Lord Commander,” your voice was tired, “and we can go our separate ways. I don’t want you to hurt yourself by interacting with me.”

And that moment- that exact moment- you struck a nerve.

In a matter of a few blurry seconds, you found yourself being tugged by the wrist and dragged away toward an empty stall. Her hold wasn’t terribly strong but it was enough to keep you still as the doors slammed behind you and your body was pressed to the wall - held there only by her hand and her proximity. She was close. So close. All up in your face kind of close. You could smell the red wine on her breath, and you could see the stormy outrage in her eyes. The stormy outrage and… and something else. Something you couldn’t pinpoint at all. But you supposed that, in the moment, it didn’t really matter - she looked close to killing you anyway. Her lips were parted almost in a snarl as you could see the unevenness of her bottom teeth - like she was going to lunge forward and rip out your throat like a direwolf pack leader. For some reason, you didn’t focus on that. You just focused on how badly you wanted to kiss those lips. How badly you wanted to run your tongue over those teeth. How badly you wanted to throw your arms over her shoulders and pull her into an embrace even though your chests were nearly pressed together. Even though you were both breathing heavily. Even though your heart suddenly began burning with a different emotion - one very far from anger. You prayed Brienne couldn’t see the way your pupils expanded. You prayed she couldn’t peer into your heart and pick out your adoration.

“I don’t-” she started and then stopped, like she hit a wall and didn’t know how to get over it. You watched, waiting with bated breath as the soldier seemed momentarily unsure of what to say. Hesitation ran through her body, you could see it. You could see it and you found that you needed to hear her words. You found yourself itching for her truth.

“Tell me.” She looked at you, all stern and serious. You held your ground. “Say it.”

And she did.

The Lord Commander did.

She stepped back, released you, and then pressed a gloved hand to the front of your tunic and twisted the fabric into her fist. She didn’t pull you forward or push you back or scratch you or hurt you, she just kept you there. And you let her. You figured, after all, that she was rather introverted and that she didn’t know how to be entirely honest. That she didn’t know how to express her emotions healthily. And you empathized, so you kept yourself quiet and watched her beautiful face as she tried figuring herself out. Whatever she said next, you’d roll with it as best you could. After all, as per usual, as always, you’d take anything Ser Brienne of Tarth would give you.

“I don’t… hate you…,” she muttered, unable to meet your eyes, “I am just… I am unfamiliar,” she spat out the word, “with this.”

And that was that.

You blinked.

She looked at you, urging you to understand - but you didn’t.

“With what?”

And then Brienne scoffed and rolled her eyes and for a second it looked like she wanted to stomp her foot into the ground but she kept her head instead and glared at you like you were terribly stupid. Perhaps you were, but that didn’t change the fact that you had absolutely no fucking clue as to what she was talking about. Only some minutes before, you were pretty sure that she hated you - until she said differently. And you were of course just supposed to believe her.

As if you wouldn’t. As if you wouldn’t ever not believe her. As if you wouldn’t hang onto her every word and offer good conversation and play the devil's advocate so she didn’t feel placated. As if you wouldn’t listen to her stories no matter what. As if you wouldn’t believe the tales she lived. Please. Of course you would. Of course you’d stand there, with your shirt twisted in her gloved palm, with your body relaxed and your heart pounding out of your chest. If it were anyone else, you’d be calling for help and scrambling to get away - but it wasn’t anyone else. It was Brienne… and you were in love with her. So running away would be a wasted opportunity. And you wouldn’t get any answers that way, either.

Though as silence prevailed, some part of you wondered if said answers would ever come to light. She didn’t seem too intent on giving them u-

“Lord Commander!”

Gerik.

He had returned with Valour… and you were being pushed up against a stable stall wall by Ser Brienne of Tarth.

A similar expression flitted across both of your faces. It was a good mix of panic, confusion, and something you couldn’t quite place. In fact, the situation you realized, was very strange. You weren’t doing anything scandalous - you weren’t being threatened - and yet? It felt as though you two were going to be ‘caught in the act’. Like you were vulnerable and stumbling around in the shadows, even though you really weren’t. Brienne, it seemed, thought the exact same as she frowned and let go of your tunic. The loss made your heart drop but before you could say anything like “Forget it” or “You have to go” or even (for some reason) “I’m sorry”, Brienne was cracking the silence with words.

“Meet me here tonight once the moon reaches the other side of the courtyard,” her voice was so low you had to strain to hear it, “Hopefully I’ll be able to explain better then.” She sounded frustrated but not with you - just herself.

You frowned at that, willing her silently to look you in the eyes as she went about adjusting her furs.

“Explain what, Lord Commander?” What did she mean? What was she talking about?

The sound of Gerik leading Valour to the stables was getting louder and you found yourself growing antsy; more desperate for a response.

Brienne could see that when she finally looked up. You held eye contact - willing yourself to get over your anxiety in hopes of a real answer. The gods had to be listening as it seemed your wish was finally granted.

Blue eyes, usually bright and stern and a million other different professional serious things, suddenly softened. And in slow motion, the sight of that spread to the rest of the woman’s expression - until she was looking at you with brows unfurrowed and lips devoid of a frown. You’d say she looked neutral but she didn’t. In fact, the slightest hint of vulnerability on that beautiful face had you spotting the strangest bit of sadness in her eyes. Really, in general, she was saying so much with one expression. It left you confused. It left you thinking. It left you willing your heart to please relax because you could hear its heavy beating in your ears. So heavy in fact, that you could barely hear the mutter that fled from those soft scarred lips. Thank goodness you blinked back into reality just in time.

“Explain why I don’t think I could ever hate you.”

It was said so softly. So gently. With so much experience and so much pain and so much… so much understanding….

You just couldn’t help yourself.

It was finally your turn to smile.

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I’m exhausted and sort of hate this but it’s fine - I’ll work on requests soon <3 - Ripley x

(I never finished GOT and it’s been a while since I last saw it so if the characterization of Brienne is off - tell me. Thx :))

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