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witchofhimring · 9 months

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Being the daughter of Sansa Stark

Sansa Stark x daughter reader (platonic)

Warning: mentions of sexual abuse and trauma (to Sansa)

-From the moment she first meets you Sansa is fiercely protective. She knows girls are not kindly treated in this world. So the realities of this world are shown to you from a young age. Sansa has no interest at you being as naïve as as she had once been as a child. You are taught to be cunning and observe everyone. After all, no one can be too careful.

Y/n's little head rested on her mothers chest as Sansa walked through the quiet halls of Winterfell. Lights flickered in the hallway. Every step she took echoed through the ancient stone. Y/n stirred in her mothers arms, a small coo escaping her. Sansa's grip tightened. Even if she was a Queen there was no guarantee that Y/n was safe. Queen Cersei was a powerful Queen and all of her children were gone. Could she, still so young, succeed were Cersei failed? Sansa had always wanted a son. As a young girl it was to please her husband and continue his family line. Now as a woman grown, she feared to have a girl. She worried that her daughter would be burdened with the same worries she did. The night dragged on, the Queen's thoughts a blizzard of torment.

-Sansa will be a strict mother. As a child you would not understand why she labored over your upbringing, constantly tormented by a past you did not understand. She would always warn you of the dangers ahead. This does mean that while you know your mother loves you there is a wall. She is someone you don't fully understand. But you also admire her for being so strong. Sansa has always been a pillar of strength, she understands that her action will be an example to you. From the time you are old enough to, Sansa has you sit in on council meetings and affairs' of state. Because the world shows mercy to none, especially young girls.

Lady Karstark was arguing the case for her right to land against the Glovers. Both parties stood in front of the Queen who sat on her throne. On a seat beside her was Princess Y/n, wearing a newly forged circlet that would now be passed down to each heir. You took note of their arguments, the relationships between each person and the old alliances. You remembered the lands, having been to them on tours in the past. Beforehand, you had looked over documents, no matter how tedious they were. As future Queen you had learned that knowledge is power. Sansa put up her hand. Silence fell upon the crowd. You wondered if one day you would hold such power. The Queen looked to you. "And what does my daughter say?"

-There is still happiness in your relationship. When Sansa has a few hours away from the throne she spends time with you. She will tell you stories of the old Northern Kings, of the white walkers and the Old Gods. The two of you will gallop on horses for hours, the cold whipping your hair. There are times she will allow herself to enjoy things long left in the past. The two of you will sit by the warm fire, as a snowstorm rages outside. There isn't much talking, but that doesn't bother either of you. Warm lemon cakes sit on fancy plates, a delicacy the Queen rarely indulges in these days. She watches her daughter enjoy them, and although she wishes her daughter to grow up as hard as steel she can not bring herself to take this small joy from her.

The two of you found a hill. Breaking off from the party, Sansa made orders for the knights to keep an eye out. The two of you galloped to the top before dismounting. You stared in awe at the setting sun, casting its great light over the sky. The sent of trees and fresh running water overwhelmed you. For a while the two of you gazed out at the scene. Sansa walked back to her horse. "Are we leaving now?" You asked, disappointed. Sansa unclasped a pouch on her saddle. Out she pulled two things wrapped in cloth. You caught a sent and suddenly your tummy rumbled. Lemon cakes. Sansa gave her the lemon cake, and both mother and daughter sat and ate.

-Your betrothal and marriage will not be a happy occasion for Sansa. She knows what marriage means and what a man may take from her. Even if she can protect her Sansa knows that her power as a mother and Queen. Any guy who hopes to marry you had to go through the formidable woman that is Sansa Stark. Many a young man has cowered over the Queen's eyes. And you bet your butt that Sansa will have the boy's every footsteps observed.

"He is friends with Lady Karstark's eldest son. But he's a letcher." A small golden symbol of the boy's house bounced across the table. Sansa would be dead before she allowed her daughter to marry any such man. She critiqued each and every suitor whom desired to marry her. Beside her were stakes of paper. Anyone who married her daughter would have to agree to these terms. 1. Her daughter would be the sole occupant of the throne 2. If Y/n died without an heir, it would pass to the next Stark, not her husbands family Many more terms had been set. Y/n entered the room and everyone but the Queen bowed. "Come Y/n. We are looking to find you a husband." Having her daughters attention, Sansa made room. Y/n looked through the list of suitors before placing it down. "Well, do you see any that appeal?" "Not entirely, should we not look beyond our boarders. Perhaps any of the other six lands may have a second son to marry to me for an alliance?" Sansa gave a small smile. She was learning.

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Sansa Stark*What's This

Pairing: Modern!Sansa x gn!reader

Kinktober 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

Word count: 1190

Warnings: sex toys, sansa being insecure at first, using it on her (not sure what kink that’s called), making out, insinuated sex, teasing, smut 18+

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Her parents were out, scary movies were loaded on the laptop, and food was on the way. You couldn’t ask for a better date night with your girl. You were sat on the bed, Sansa curled into your side when your phone buzzed. “The drivers pulling up,” you told her, frowning when you saw your battery was at 4%, “Do you have a charger?”

“In my drawers,” Sansa said, jumping off the bed as she grabbed some cash off her bedside table, “Two minutes babe,” she said, leaning down to press a quick peck to your lips.

You laughed a little at her antics as she excitedly ran away for the food before turning your attention to her bedside drawer. When you opened it however you were met with only lacy and frilly underwear, something you were not going to complain about, but no charger. Figuring it must’ve been pushed underneath by accident you reached in, rifling around the door before your hand landed on something hard.

Your face turned in confusion as you fished it out, wondering what kind of charger was so smooth, however when you were met face to face with the bright pink vibe in your hand all you could do was let out a short laugh.

“Hey babe sorry I left my charger downstairs,” Sansa called as she headed into the room. Her eyes widened at the sight of you, “I can explain,” she stammered, quickly setting the pizza to the side and rushing to the bed.

When she reached for the vibe, you however snatched it back, “And what do we have here?” you teased, loving the way her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

She sighed as she flung herself on the bed beside you, “Omg this is so embarrassing,”

Concern washed over you as you dropped the vibe, now turning to comfort your girlfriend whose face was buried in the pillow, “Hey what’s the matter baby?” you asked, stroking her back, “I was just teasing I’m sorry,”

Sansa sighed into the pillow before finally lifting her head up, “Please don’t think I’m some kind of sex weirdo,” she begged and you couldn’t help the small laugh you let out, “Hey!” she protested, shoving your shoulder, “Its embarrassing alright,”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed baby,” you cooed, moving to sit up and forcing her to curl into your side like before, “Everyone does it and besides,” you said, stroking her hair as she let out a sigh of relief, “it’s kinda hot,”

Sansa froze for a moment before looking up at you, “Yeah?” she asked, and you leaned down to press a short kiss to her strawberry lips.

“Very,” you assured her, stroking your fingers over her cheek bones, “Bet you look so fucking hot when you use it,”

“Yeah?” Sansa repeated again, confidence growing in her voice as she leaned up to meet your lips. Your hand moved to cup her jaw, your free hand to her waist as your lips danced.

Sansa moved to straddle your lap and although confused you were not complaining as her hands dove into your hair, tugging lightly at the scalp making you groan into the kiss, “Maybe we should test it out,” you murmured against her lips. Sansa paused for a moment, her eyes flickering to where the pink vibe lay discarded on the other side of the bed, “We don’t have to,” you assured her.

“I want to,” Sansa cut you off, reaching for the vibe and shoving it into your hands. You tossed it over your palm, getting a feel for the smooth silicone however you were brought back when you felt Sansa move back and when you looked up you saw her tossing her top across the room.

“Now this is a date night,” you teased, your own hands reaching for your own top which Sansa was more than happy to remove as she crashed her lips onto yours.

At first you had sunk into the kiss, enjoying the way she moaned lightly at the feeling of your tongue massaging her bottom lip. She shivered as your hands ran up her sides, squeezing her tits lightly over her thin pink bra. “So, fucking hot,” you mumbled against her lips.

Sansa giggled, her lips moving away to kiss wet kisses down your jaw and neck. All while your hand reached for the vibe, holding down the button till you felt it buzzing in your hand. Sansa stiffened slightly when she heard the noise but made no attempts to stop you.

You were thankful for the skirt she’d chose to wear, not just because it made her hips look so grabbable but also because you were able to slip the vibe between her thighs, pressing it lightly to her clothed clit. Sansa jerked slightly, her kisses faltering as you ran the vibe up and down her clothed pussy.

Low moans fell from her lips as you circled its tip around her bundle of nerves. Her hands, still in your hair, tightened their grip making you groan. With your spare hand you grabbed her jaw and brought her lips back down to yours to mask her soft moans.

Sansa’s hips bucked, desperate for more friction. You moved your hand from her jaw to her hip, grabbing it and encouraging her to grind against the vibe. Her whines and whimpers increased as you did your best to contain yourself and not flip her on her back to fuck her right now.

Instead, you did your best to go teasingly slow till you heard a light murmur from her lips, “Please,” she whined against your lips, “Feels so good,” she mumbled.

“Aww baby girl,” you cooed, stroking her hair with your freehand, “I’ve only just started,” you teased your finger clicking the button again.

Sansa jerked at the new speed, her moans louder than before. they only grew louder when you pushed her panties to the side, slipping the vibe under and against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Curses and begs fell from her lips as she tugged on your hair and begged you not to stop. She continued to grind down onto the vibe, her movements becoming sloppier and sloppier.

“Such a good girl,” you praised, kissing her lips and making her whine, “so good for me,”

“Think I’m gonna-“she gasped, and you could see how badly she was trying to keep it in.

“You gonna cum?” you asked, mocked concern etched on your face as she let out a breathy yes, “Then do it baby. Cum for me yeah?” your words were all it took to tip her over the edge.

Sansa let out a loud moan, her hands tightening in your hair so tightly you winced as she rode out her orgasm on the vibe. When you felt her slow down you pulled it away, switching it off as she collapsed into a heap in your arms. “You okay baby?” you asked, stroking her back as you kissed the top of her hair.

“Fuck yeah,” she panted out, sitting up as she started to catch her breath, “Now it’s your turn baby,”

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

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・Your relationship with Dany had already been established

・You were her sworn sword as well as a dragon seed

・Dethra was one of the dragons who had grown up in the outskirts of Old Valyria. The creatures that now haunt the ruins hadn’t noticed the scarred dragon.

・There are rumours of smaller dragons that live around the world, but in this time, rumour outweighs truth. And no one knows what is a lie and what isn’t

・You had arrived with Dany at Winterfell, on the back of your own dragon.

・Dethra, currently the biggest dragon is Westeros. Her skin a mix of gold and silver. Her colours made her scars look even more gruesome. She was as old as you, her years hiding in Valyria made her jumpy and hyperactive.

・But she and Drogon seemed keen on each other

・And when Drogon had accepted Dethra, Dany had accepted you.

・So when you and Dany had flown to Winterfell, greeting the Starks, and the gathering Houses, everything changed

・There was a feeling that Sansa hadn’t felt in years.

・A yearning. A need ... desire.

・Daenarys’ beauty was astounding. A true Targaryen in the flesh.

・Alluring, that was the word Sansa had arrived at. Dany was alluring. And she wanted her.

・To Sansa, you were a fearsome sight. Someone who didn’t take any crap from anyone

・As well as being a dragon-rider, you had visions.

・And in one of your visions, you saw three heads on the Iron Throne. One you knew well, white-haired. Dany. Surprisingly, you saw your own head ... it had a golden crown ontop it

・And then there was ... someone with red hair.

・A woman.

・You instantly knew who it was.

・Jon was smitten with Dany, and although Dany did find him attractive, the moment she set eyes on Sansa, she knew who she wanted

・Like her forefather, Aegon the Conquorer, Dany too decided to have two wives

・And you agreed. You would be by Dany’s side until your dying breath.

・She had a fierce kind of love for you, one that was passionate and unyielding

・So when you agreed to have Sansa as well, her heart beamed

・It took a lot of politics to get close to Sansa, not just physically, but emotionally.

・She had walls up, and it took a while for her to show her true feelings

・And she was shocked with the proposition. She grew up being taught that marriage was between a man and a woman. Only two in marriage.

・But the thought of that freedom, to choose more than one person. To have a different dynamic.

・And why couldn’t she? People had played with her, her whole life.

・So Sansa decided it was time to take back her power utterly and completely

・The union and betrothal between her and Sansa shocked the Seven kingdoms

・Cersei heard the news while she sat in her chambers in King’s Landing. A chalice of red wine full to the brim.

“They cannot be serious?”

・Yes. You three were serious.

・You had no social or political standing, so in the eyes of the public, you were a mistress to both Dany and Sansa

・But you were just as important as either royal

・Sansa still didn’t want to bend the knee. As shocking as that may be, Dany understood. Winterfell had been a pawn. Torn back and forth between players.

・And with the growing threat of the White Walkers, Dany allowed Winterfell to be its own kingdom.

・Viserion and Rhaegal were curious about Sansa, they actually started to like her. Drogon was too busy helping Dany win battles.

・Dethra was wary of any other person but you

・Even Dany had to work hard to get Dethra to trust her

・Jon was hurt that Dany chose Sansa over him. But he held no ill-will

・They was too much oncoming danger for people to feel sad over matters of the heart

・Dany calls you “my heart” in High Valyrian: “Issa prūmia”

・She calls Sansa “red queen” in High Valyrian: “Mele dāria”

・ Sansa calls Dany “sweetheart”

・And Sansa calls you “lady death” jokingly, but ... she definitely means it. But as a petname, she calls you “darling”

・You call Dany “my queen”, even though she tells you not to. You always do.

・Sansa’s name from you is “ Perzys” which is “fire” in High Valyrian

・You and Dany are constantly teaching Sansa new phrases in High Valyrian, and after a few weeks, Sansa asks you to actually teach her

・That’s how you grow close, being taught something connects one person to another. A teacher and a student.

・Sansa had felt saddened by the fact that Dany and yourself have dragons. At times, yes she does want one herself, but it’s also the fact that she had a bonded companion. Lady. She misses her dearly.

・So, when winter’s night, you and Dany brought Sansa down to the courtyard in Winterfell and presented her with a whole litter

“Gods, what is going on?” She exclaimed.

“We notice things, my love,” Dany cooed, walking up behind the red-haired Queen and put a hand on her back.

Sansa started to cry then. Tears slipping from her glistening eyes. The pups yelped and whined.

You walked up beside Sansa and wiped away her tears, kissing her cheek. “You can have as many as you like.”

・Sansa was overcome with glee. She took in all five of the Direwolf pups. You and Dany had scowered every country, every land, crevice and hill.

・It was Rhaegal who had found the pups. Yes, he was going to eat them, but you got there just in time, on the back of Dethra.

・Sansa loves when Dany braids her hair. She took on the Dothraki tradition that both you and Dany follow. Braids are added everytime you win a battle, and when you lose ... your braids are taken.

・To ensure that you and Dany are right for her, Sansa took you both to the crypts. She told you about her family and watched for your reaction

・The empathy and sympathy radiating from you both struck Sansa in the heart

・And without asking for one, there was a sign. A black raven’s feather, at the feet of her father’s crypt.

・You had seen it and picked it up, feeling it between your fingers

・Sansa’s chest flooded with warmth, and she knew you two would be hers, forever.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Hares on the Mountain by The Local Honeys

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

✧ Queen (Sansa) x The Queens’ Advisors (You) x Queen (Dany)

✧ Touch Either One Of My Girlfriends And You Die x3

✧ Hot-Headed Intimidating (You) x Royally Intimidating (Dany) x Cold Intimidating (Sansa)

NSFW🔞minors dni!

・Sansa was slow to sex at first. Neither you or Dany pushed her to do anything she didn’t want to do

・But Sansa soon realised that sex with a woman was completely different to sex with a man

・Soft touches and light moans

・Sansa was a bit self-conscious at first, but you whispered compliments whenever you saw her frown

・You and Dany were used to each other’s bodies. You both knew what the other liked, what made the other arched their back and moan with pleasure

・Sansa found out that she was a soft dom that likes firm boundaries and obedience from her sub

・Dany likes to be ordered around in bed. She felt the most pleasure when dominated; fingers in her mouth, hair-pulled.

・Sansa likes to dominate you the most. She likes being soft with Dany, but firm with you. There’s something wild in your blood that she wants to overpower

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Yandere Sansa x Reader x Yandere Daenerys sequel please

Sansa circles Y/N…

Sansa: come to bed, my love

Y/N: but tonight is my night with Daenerys

Sansa: I won’t tell if you won’t

Daeny: but I’ll know

Daeny grabs Y/N…

Daeny: you’ve been naughty. Making yourself looking so tempting to Sansa

Y/N: I-I didn’t mean to-

Daeny: I’ll have to punish you

Daeny leads Y/N away as Sansa grins

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theliliesofthevalley · 6 months

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18+, burnt out, Sansa stan, team black. men dni.

What I Write⤶

one shots

headcanons

series

imagines

a/b/o dynamics

Rules⤶

I exclusively write wlw content, meaning I do not write for male readers

no smut

I do not write for male characters

don't spam requests, spammers will have their requests ignored

I'm willing to write targcest, but please don't make it freaky

I'm a college student, please give me a few days to a week to process a request :(

Angst 🗡 | Fluff ♡ | Headcanons ☁︎ | A/B/O ♧

.°˖✧Who I Write For ✧˖°.

ASOIAF ⤶

♖Alicent: Driftwood🗡

𓃠 Sansa

𓃠 Arya

𓆩𓆪 Daenerys

𓆩𓆪 Rhaenyra

𓆩𓆪 Baela

𓆩𓆪 Rhaela

𓆩𓆪 Helaena: In Another Life🗡♡

☾𖤓 Brienne

❀ Margaery

Le Sserafim⤶

Chaewon

Eunchae

Kazuha

Yunjin

Sakura

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Professor Garlick

Hermione

Cho Chang

Ginny

Luna

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catharsis-on-fire · 7 months

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ok i adore braime but i need to say i kinda wish that brienne was younger because istg. brienne and sansa could be so in love with each other.

like im stuck with imagining the young-and experienced-yet-very-jaded female bodyguard *cough, knight* just falling over her heels to find sansa, keep her safe at every moment. and sansa would quickly grow to trust in her sooo damn much and they would bond over their experiences

#just imagine the dynamic #big strong softie knight and badass but kind queen #brienne of tarth #braime #sansa stark #sansa x brienne #sansa fanfiction #sansafanfic #sansa and lady #brienne the beauty #jaime x brienne #brienne x reader #sansa x reader #jaime/brienne #sansa/brienne

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imshylesbi · 2 years

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***POSTED 16 CHAPTERS AT ONCE***

***SMUTTY LESBIAN X READER FIC***

***SHAMELESS ADULT CONTENT***

#ao3 #x reader #gxg smut #smut #fanfic #smutty #explict #very smutty #gxg #love triangle #shameless #cersei lannister x reader #sansa x reader #daenerys x reader #margaery x reader

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callieyanderechan · 6 months

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SANSA STARK X SWIFTIE!READER

"What the fuck is a 'Taylor Swift'?"

#callieyanderechan #callie's thoughts💭#got #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones x y/n #game of thrones x you #sansa stark #sansa #sansa x reader #sansa x you #sansa x y/n #i think im funny #i am

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jaeedraszaerysz · 1 year

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YOU MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY ☆ SANSA STARK

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of Canon typical murder, violence, sexual assault, abuse. Angst and fluff. Non sexual nudity.

Summary: the reader shows sansa that scars aren't something to be ashamed of and that she is beautiful no matter what.

Notes: this is an OC ONESHOT. OC IS A FEMALE TARGARYEN. daenerys older sister by about 7 years, she is around 28 and sansa is 22. Named jaerys.

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Winterfell was quiet, it was early in the morning and the sky was just gaining light again. A slow breeze drifted through the castle and sansa stark, now queen in the North, sat at the end of her and jaerys targaryens bed, staring out of the window into the trees.

It was mornings like these, while her lover was still held in the comfortable arms of sleep, that she began to think. Think of her life before. About how ten years ago she so desperately wanted to marry joffrey baratheon and become his queen and now she found herself with the deepest hatred for the dead king and sharing a bed with a lady targaryen.

She wondered what her mother and father would say. Would they say anything? Would they disown her? Execute her?

She thought about all the people she lost. Her brothers, her parents, Margaery, and all the others. She thought about the abuse she suffered in the red keep. About the stench of Kings landing and the grimace that often rested on many of the faces of Lords and ladies as they watched her suffer.

She thought about pushing joffrey all those years ago. What would have happened? Did she even want to know?

She thought about the scars that adorned her body, a constant reminder of her troubles and her failures. Of her enemies and how she let them win over her with their threats and violence. It ashamed her. And secretly, somewhere deep inside of her, she wondered that if she had somehow pushed joffrey and gone toppling over the edge with him, would her mother be living, robb, rickon, everyone else? Would King's landing still stand tall? Or would daenerys stormborns dragon still reduced it to ashes in a mere minute or two.

She then turned around, to gaze at the woman she now loved with her deep brown eyes. Only to be met with jaerys' purple rings staring right back into hers.

"What troubles you my love?" She soothed, sitting up and adjusting her nightdress ever so slightly, moving to sit to her left.

She slowly placed her hand on sansas shoulder and gently brushed her thumb over the smooth skin there. Sansa looked down for a moment.

"I had every chance to end his reign. But I didn't. I let a weak boy king beat me, humiliate me, scar me. A constant reminder that I'm just a weak little girl who spent her whole life waiting to be saved."

Jaerys waited a moment, studying her lovers beautiful face. The way her lashes blinked elegantly. The way her pale skin seemed to glow and how her auburn hair fell into her face slightly.

"I know how you feel my love, but I assure you that these things you say are just that, words. They are not the truth. They are the deepest parts of your minds, slowly trying to break their way out and hurt you. But I assure you, a weak little girl is the opposite of what I, and everyone else for that matter, see in you, my queen."

Sansa studied jaerys' face slowly. Her blonde hair was braided in many places, small beads in some places, her purple eyes shimmered in the light from the window and her skin was paper white nearly.

"You know how I feel?" She whispered.

Jaerys nodded slowly.

"Jaime lannister used to hold me when I was a baby, and him and cersei would read me bedtime stories. Tywin lannister would accompany on my adventures around the red keep. Jaime and rheagar would spar whilst viserys and I watched. I remember, when the war raged on, I was but a small child. Jaime came to my chambers one night and said something to me. He told me never to forget who my true friends are. The next morning I watched him murder my father and was dragged away with my mother and viserys. I remember reaching essos and asking for rheagar every day until I finally understood he wasn't coming back.

I remember when viserys refused to marry me of to khal drogo and instead daenerys because he wanted to marry me once he retook the seven Kingdoms. And I remeber begging him not to. But I couldn't do anything.

And when daenerys was busy with her new friends in the dorthraki camps, and viserys was constantly bugging ser jorah, the dothraki men were free to have their way with me. Whatever they liked they got and I couldn't stop them.

And then daenerys killed viserys and again I watched someone I loved die. And although I understand why she did it, I don't think I can ever forgive her.

And then, I was sold off. Sold all the way back to King's landing until I ended up face to face once more with tywin lannister who agreed to keep my identity under the radar but it would only work if I married him."

Sansa's hand danced gently over jaerys' arms as she spoke.

"And when cersei realised who I was she lost it. She had me beaten and tortured. And then, when I escaped, I found daenerys again. And I asked her why had she not come for me. I asked her if I meant less to her than the villagers she was so keep to risk all for all those years ago. And she looked me in the eye and stayed quiet. And that was the day I realised that it didn't matter how many scars I gained, or how many people had violated and hurt me, for I did it all by myself for so long. And they were proof that I survived. That I prevailed over my enemies and that I was stronger than them in the end."

Jaerys hand gently caressed sansa's cheek.

"You are stronger than them. You always were and you always will be. I promise you that my queen." Jaerys slowly let the straps of her nightdress slide from her shoulders until the fabric landed on the floor around her feet.

The lack of clothing revealed several scars on her stomach, a long line across her chest and several marks on her breasts and shoulders. Her legs were painted with small marks but samsa did not shy away from the revelation of these scars.

She reached out an arms and ran her hand along them gently. Keeping eye contact with the targaryen girl as she did. And then sansa too, slowly but surely, let the nightgown slip, revealing her own set of scars. And jaerys just knelt to the floor infront of her, as if to pray, and kissed the scars on her stomach, on her thighs and her arms and her chest.

She did so until sansa took her face in her hands and moved her head to face her own, urging the woman to rise and grasp sansa's lips in her own gently. They glided smoothly against eachother and jaerys hands found themselves lingering on the red headed woman's waist as sansa pulled her closer by the neck before pulling away for breath.

"I love you, jaerys targaryen." She whispered.

"And I love you too, queen sansa stark."

They smiled at eachother.

"And now my queen, you have a kingdom to run."

#sansa stark #gameofthrones #sansa x reader #sansa stark x reader #targaryen reader #gotfuv #got fic #fluff #angst #gotfluff #got fluff #sansa stark fluff #sansa stark queen in the north #sansa stark x targaryen reader #female oc

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sireditsalot4 · 1 year

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Dating Sansa Stark would include:

~ Long walks and talks

~ Talking about what she learned in her books

~ Cuddles and soft touching

~ Her teaching you how to knit

~ Taking Lady for walks and training her

~ Reading together

~ Waking up to a bowl with your favorite fruits in them by her

~ Stolen touches in public

~ Love pinches

#sansa stark #sansa x reader #watching got and she has become my favorite

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inana-mm · 2 years

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Sansa Stark ~ Queen of the north

The bookshelves

Headcanons

Her darling

Dating her

Fictions

Warmth

Rose Wolf & Lady

Torn between two

#game of thrones #house stark #winterfell #queen of the north #lady winterfell #sansa stark #sansa x reader #sansa x y/n

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witchofhimring · 3 months

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Sansa Stark Masterlist

Warnings: smut ❤, angst💔 (all fics will have a warning beforehand, not all of these have an emoji prescribed to them)

Sansa x Reader

#sansa stark #house stark #sansa stark x reader #sansa x reader #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader

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axelsagewrites · 9 months

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Hello, could you do a SFW or NSFW alphabet for Sansa Stark? Post season 7 (i mean it like adult Sansa not in the early seasons).

If it's something that makes you uncomfortable i apologize in advance.

Sansa Stark NSFW Alphabet

Sansa x reader (realised after writing that only C is a male reader head cannon) Word count: 1409

Masterlist Here

A/N: keep an eye out for a sfw version in the next day or two

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Sansa is extremely cuddly after sex. she can get pretty quiet but will lay contently on your chest, her hand rubbing circles on your skin. she loves if you play with her hair, even running your hand through it as she enjoys the comfortable silence. she just loves to be held.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Sansa loves your back. She loves to trail her fingers down it, give you massages to get the mood started, or even leave faint scratches down it when things get extra frisky. However, this means she also loves your shoulders and to grab on them during your alone time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

She likes to swallow but blushes like crazy after. She always finds the idea appealing but then always gets embarrassed now matter how much you praise her.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Honestly sex in general to Sansa feels like a dirty secret. she can be quite private about her likes but the longer you are with her the sooner you learn that the hickeys you leave behind along her skin are one of her favourite parts of it all.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s pretty inexperienced with sex and shy to learn but once she trusts you, she is eager to please and ease into new things.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Not sure if it counts as a position but she defiantly loves to sit on your face. Its not often Sansa wants to be the one in control but sometimes it does happen but even when she feels submissive the thought of riding your face gets her in the mood immediately.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood and the day but Sansa for sure loves morning casual giggly sex. She likes to trail her fingers along your skin, teasing you and laughing when you tease her back which leads into more pretty fluffy sex.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sansa defiantly takes pride in her appearance. she probably wouldn’t completely shave but she will keep it well trimmed. Modern Sansa would defiantly have a standing appointment to get her whole body waxed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

She loves the romance side of sex. don’t get me wrong sometimes she is horny just for the sake of being horny, but Sansa gets turned on by romance. If you were to draw her a bath filled with bath oils, milks, and flower petals she would practically beg you to join her in the waters.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Head canon)

She’d probably be embarrassed at first if you caught her masturbating but would also secretly love having you watch her, encouraging her from the side line. I also feel like she would masturbate a lot, especially when she was bored.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. no question this is her biggest kink. she loves to be loved and hearing you tell her how good she is would really get her going. She also likes to act shy during sex, enjoying slight teasing. Sometimes she’d want to be more dom of course and when that happens, she’s a softer dom who likes to tease till you beg in her lap.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mostly you keep your activities to your chambers but when Sansa gets horny her mind always goes back to the times you took her in front of the fireplace. She has a chaise lounge in front of it which that you went down on her on once and now even sitting on it makes her horny. or the time you did it on the rugs in front of a warm fireplace.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

She would probably get turned on by the whole secret of it. Like having a code word like ‘Mereen is nice in the spring I’m told’ that no one else would think twice of. She would get turned at the idea of sneaking out of a hall to go do it or even just being in a secret relationship. She’d never be ashamed of her partner, but she would love the thrill.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Impact play or causing her pain in general. She’d be a hard no to face slapping or hard spankings. light spankings maybe. She’d also be a hard no to you degrading her.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She is fucking loves to receive it. It is genuinely one of her favourite parts however she also loves to get you off so sex would often start with her dropping to her knees or crawling under the covers.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time she prefers it slow and sensual but there have been times where she’s desperate and it gets fast and messier, but she never really wants it rough, rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sansa would not be opposed to sneaking out a dinner party for a quickie. in fact, she’d probably encourage it. Though if you have a quickie earlier in the day best believe at night, you’re not leaving her chambers

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

At first no. Sansa would take a long time to build up trust but once she has, she would become more open. She’d defiantly want to talk through it all in detail first no matter how embarrassed she could get. She hates surprises. Also, she won’t take risks with location since the idea of getting caught going down on you in the gods wood terrifies her

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Sansa can get weirdly energized by sex and can go all night. If you go once, you’ll probably go a few times. She might take a long break in between rounds to enjoy your company but she would defiantly be the one asking to go again.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Modern Sansa owns a bullet vibrator that she keeps stashed in her underwear drawer. Its her saving grace and prized possession and she keeps in constantly charged and in a pink case. However, once you find it you began to introduce it to sex. Introduce messy make out sessions on her bed with you teasing her with her vibe over her panties.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

When Sansa did feel more dom, she defiantly liked to tease. She’d never be cruel and completely hold out on you, but she would enjoy seeing how long she could make you wait and hearing your whines.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She could moan from the slightest touch, but they were always quiet soft moans. Nearing her finishing though they would get louder but Sansa would bite her lip, leaving her with an almost permanent indent.

W = Wild Card (A random head canon for the character)

Modern Sansa would have a wardrobe of lingerie that she hangs on speciality hangers. She would love the feeling of slipping on some soft silk or tickly lace that only she, well and you, knew she was wearing.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s defiantly a boxer brief kind of girl and a matching bralette

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It really depends on how her weeks been going but she usually does have a higher sex drive however she doesn’t mind masturbating once you fall asleep if you have a lower one.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

She doesn’t really get tired after sex, just quiet. but she is content to cuddle with you till you start snoring in her arms

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: everyone is over the age of 18. And I’m adding something else to my headcanons ....... *drum roll* ...... Theme Songs! Well, theme songs for the relationship dynamic!

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SFW🌿

⭑ The relationship was created on friendship - you and Margaery felt so sympathetic towards Sansa because of her situation

⭑ And you gave her a shoulder to cry on

⭑ You pair soon turned into a safe haven, where Sansa could speak her mind and let out her emotions

⭑ You and Margaery had already created a romantic relationship, and although she was going to be the queen, that didn’t stop her from living her life the way she desired

⭑ Sansa was jealous of your relationship

⭑ She was jealous of how you to interacted; the longing glances, the inside jokes ... she felt like a third wheel

⭑ So. at one point, Margaery brought up that monogamy isn’t the only way to have experience a relationship

⭑ Sansa was shocked, and a bit apalled, because that’s not how she was raised

⭑ This brought on a bit of distance, but it only lasted a week. In that time, she had thought it all through

⭑ “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, or anything you’re uncomfortable with-” You explained to her, one sunny afternoon.

⭑ You three have many, long walks in the gardens, to which squires have spent upto an hour and a half trying to find you

⭑ Doing Sansa’s hair for her, and she shivers underneath your touch

⭑ Margaery gives Sansa a lot of advice with how to handle the royal family.

“Learn as much as possible about them. Never say things directly, and compliment them somehow.”

⭑ Whenever something happens to Sansa, Margaery has to calm you down and promises to make it “all better” (her words)

⭑ There is always a flower waiting at your door, as well as Sansa’s. It’s Margaery’s small gift each day

⭑ You encourage Sansa to talk about her family, and how she’s feeling.

⭑ You try and step in when Sansa is being singled out

⭑ I think Little Finger would figure out the relationship and use it to his advantage. Probably how he got Sansa on the ship, because he promised that you would be there.

⭑ You would somehow get a small wooden wolf made for Sansa, and although it isn’t safe for her to have it (while the maid cleans, she would be looking for reasons for treason), you have it on you everyday, so Sansa can hold it.

⭑ Both of you distract Sansa with your stories when she’s having a particularly rough day

⭑ Maybe at one time or another, you appeared in Cersei’s radar, but Margaery put a stop to it. She put the attention on herself, or on the wedding

⭑ You three come up with little situations where Cersei and Joffrey are humiliated

⭑ All of you would love to have tea with Olenna. Sansa is wary at first but soon realises that Olenna knows all about the arrangement.

⭑ Loras really likes you, and if you’re male presenting, probably has a crush on you

⭑ Theme Song:

‘One More Hour’ by Tame Impala

⭑ Relationship Tropes:

✧ Spoiled Chaos Enabler (Margaery) x Wants To Be Chaotic (Sansa) x Chaos But Doing Their Best To Keep It Under Control (You)

✧ Flustered/Never Been Shown So Much Attention (Sansa) x Used To Attention And Isn’t Fazed By It (Margaery) x Gives As Much Attention As Possible (You)

✧ Aggressively Supportive

NSFW🔞minors dni!

⭑ Margaery likes face-sitting, or rather, ‘Queening’. She prefers to sit on, rather than to be sat on.

⭑ Sansa is a bit timid at first, and no one pushes her to act out of her comfort zone. So it took a while before Sansa opened herself up in this way - there’s a possibility that she might not ever want to have sex, at least not until she’s married

⭑ Hence, it would be mainly you and Margaery who indulge in ... sexual acts

⭑ Margaery is very passionate and likes intimacy. She wants to feel every part of you; so much so that your core smells are mixed together

⭑ The furthest that you’ve gone with Sansa is making out -

⭑ Margaery likes to be the top/dom, but on some occasions, she just wants to be the pillow princess

⭑ Many eye-lid kisses; it’s such a soft way of saying “I love you”

⭑ Mutual masturbation is another favourite of Margaerys’. She loves laying side by side, on the bed, watching you as you watch her

⭑ A lot of bath sex as well; sitting in the warm water while you play with her nipples

⭑ Aftercare is amazing with Margaery. She takes such good care of you; your every need is met. If you’re hungry? She has food waiting if you want to be cleaned up? Don’t move my darling let me.

#sansa stark #sansa stark x reader #sansa stark headcanons #sansa x reader #sansa stark x y/n #margaery tyrell #margaery tyrell x reader #margaery tyrell headcanons #margaery tyrell x you #margaery tyrell moodboard #sansa x margaery #sansa x margaery x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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Could you do a sansa stark x male assassin reader?

Y/N lands behind Sansa…

Sansa: you here for me?

Y/N: maybe

Sansa: you gonna stab me with your knife?

Y/N: I’d call it a dagger

Sansa: mmm it’s more of a broadsword

Sansa gently removes Y/N’s hood and kisses them…

She reaches for Y/N’s belt…

Sansa: welcome home love. Now show me your broadsword

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charliedawn · 5 months

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"Marry me."

How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.

Sandor Clegane:

"…Wanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinked—half asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.

"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to ask—since he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.

"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.

"No."

"Ah."

"…"

"…You. Wanna get married ?" He asked this time—more because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.

"Sure."

He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

"…Fine. We’ll get married in the morning. Now, hush."

There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadn’t said no.

Oberyn Martell:

"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:

"No."

He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.

"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."

He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.

"…Really ?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. Really."

He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.

"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"

You sighed before closing your eyes.

"…You’re the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thought…why not ask ?"

Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world does…"

Tyrion Lannister:

"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.

"What ?"

Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.

"You heard me."

He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didn’t. He simply sighed.

"…Why ?"

Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lion…but no. You wouldn’t tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldn’t believe you.

"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.

"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"

"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.

"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.

"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.

"Because I am not a good man."

You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.

"Haven’t you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."

Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.

"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"

He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldn’t. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldn’t hurt you…And hence, he understood and maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a wife/husband ?

Jaime Lannister:

"Jaime…" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at you—you grabbed his hand. He didn’t react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.

"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasn’t really your business to interfere, but you didn’t like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.

So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced him—catching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.

"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"

That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knight—you didn’t seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere joke—but you didn’t back down and even provoked him.

"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"

That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.

"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"

"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.

"Then I will give you whatever you want."

In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannister—but it couldn’t be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.

The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed to…but it was too late to stop and in a matter of seconds—Jaime Lannister was on the floor.

Everyone was stunned.

But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.

"…I will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the room—leaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :

"Marry me." Littlefinger didn’t even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasn’t sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didn’t show it.

He didn’t even look up as he simply asked.

"Why ?"

You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?

"Does it matter ?"

He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.

"Depends. What will it bring me ?"

You looked away.

"Don’t pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. You’d have an easy access to the iron throne."

He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.

"…Tell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"

You hesitated before sighing in defeat.

"…Because if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."

At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lion’s den then."

Sansa Stark:

You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldn��t be easy—but you were willing to try.

"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"

Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages weren’t a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.

"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied instead—thinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.

"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. But…I am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then it’s yours. And even if you don’t want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.

She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.

"…You may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."

You smiled and shook your head.

"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."

Sansa smiled back.

Maybe…romance wasn’t utterly dead.

Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy 😭)

"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.

"What ?"

"You heard me."

There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldn’t stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.

When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."

You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.

Daenerys:

"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didn’t seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for her—and she was more than happy to reciprocate.

But, marriage ?

Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasn’t all powerful.

She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.

"My dear Y/N…If only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms…I cannot."

You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but still…your heart ached.

"I…understand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were just…human.

Ser Jorah:

"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.

"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for him…

"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.

"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didn’t shy away from his gaze.

You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish for…

Ser Jorah accepted.

After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.

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