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Sandor Clegane x Reader Insert Fics
Tumblr Recommendations
Disclaimers!
Stories and Gif are NOT mine.
Some contain mature content.
Readers are mostly female.
Note: if you read and enjoy any of these stories - please like, leave a comment and/or reblog original post!
In the North
Summary: they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone
Love?
Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader
Opposites Attract
Sandor Clegane x fem!reader
The Kennel Master’s Daughter
Sandor x female!Reader
Sandor Clegane x fem!nurse!reader
Warnings: none it's fluffy
Summary: Back at the time when Joffrey was king, the king's guard got into a fight with the people of flea bottom ending up with many of them injured including Sandor Clegane himself. What will happen when out of all the nurses only Y/N is brave enough to help him?
A Hound Will Die For You But Never Lie To You
Trigger warnings: NSFW, swearing, all the usual Game Of Thrones warnings.
Rating: M (It jumps right in there so if that’s triggering for you I’d suggest skipping it)
Summary: Imagine being the one to gentle the rage inside Sandor Clegane.
Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader (gender neutral).
Everything
Summary: A little drabble about Sandor’s feelings for the reader.
Scarred
Summary: Request from anon: I have a request! Sandor/Reader where the reader is being really lovey with Sandor and kissing him everywhere and she kisses his scarred side and he pushes her away but eventually gives in because she’s persistent that she will kiss him there and that he doesn’t have to worry because she loves his face.
An unexpected scene
NSFW Fic
Angered Beasts
Request: Hi can I request a drabble where the reader is one of joffreys playthings, like sansa is, and she runs into the hound after a beating? Something a little fluffy, please x
Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood, female reader
Bathing in a tub with Sandor - drabble
Last Night
Fem!Stark!Reader
Request: Are requests still open? If so, please could I request a Hound x Stark reader where they confess their feelings for each other before they fight the Night King?
Good Dog
Warnings: Spoiler!,Fluff, swearing
Summary: Reader is found in the snow
Hounds and Gingers
Summary: a short, fluffy imagine
An Urgent Confession
(female reader)
Summary: A little story about the reader reminiscing of a moment between her and Sandor
A Hound’s Jealousy
Just a short little jealous!Hound request
Warnings: jealous Sandor, handsy guy
A Good Punishment
Summary: a handmaid is given to the King’s dog
Another Drink
Summary: rough smut with Sandor after he’s sees you with Bronn
Meeting at Winterfell
Summary: Imagine being a Stark and meeting Sandor Clegane at Winterfell
Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you
Jealous Sandor…
Sharing a Bed with the Hound
Awkward Fluff!
To Break the Spell
Summary: Beauty & the Beast au
Imagine it’s you who Sandor takes away from Kings Landing during the Battle of Blackwater Bay
Series: More Than Our Servitude
Sandor Clegane x Fem!Reader
Summary: You lived your life as one of the washerwomen of the Red Keep, only seeing the Hound in passing. Still, when the madness of the Battle of Blackwater erupted, he came for you. The Hound is weary from battle, but you try and soothe what little you can.
Our Family
Sandor x wife!Reader
Summary: Sandor enjoys spending the day with his wife and son
His Queen
Sandor x female Reader
Sandor is soft with joffery’s wife
Sandor’s Secret
Sandor x fem!Reader
Summary: Sandor has a secret hidden away from everyone.
Series: Fox and the Hound
Sandor x Reader
Summary: Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more.
Secret Wife (female reader)
Based on this request: Can you do something with Sandor secretly having a wife. Maybe they met when he was serving king Robert and they met when she was hunting and eloped after a few years. She left before the battle of Blackwater because Sandor didn’t want her getting wrapped up in that so They meet again in Winterfell and no one can actually believe it.
WITH THIS ADDED: Sandor and reader in a somewhat secret relationship. Tormund keeps hitting on reader in front of Sandor and finally his jealousy gets the better of him and he makes a loud declaration of their love.
#reader insert recommendation#game of thrones x reader#sandor the hound clegane#sandor x reader#sandor clegane x reader#sandor clegane imagine#got x reader#tumblr recommendation#tumblr fic rec#game of thrones fic recs#fic recs#the hound#hound x reader#arranged marriage#secret wife#tumblr fic recs#fic rec#game of thrones#got
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Just thinking about how jb subverts the “i can fix him” girl trope, brienne is just her amazing morally strong (not perfect ofc but she’s learning too) self and jaime changes FOR HER. FUCKING-
#i want to put jb in my mouth#unrelated but give me fic recs#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#braime#jaime x brienne#jaime lannister x brienne of tarth#game of thrones#jaime lannister#brienne of tarth#edit: grammar
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Pre-TLOU Writers Archive
A resource for finding pre-TLOU Pedro Pascal characters fics
Hey everyone, this is just an idea that randomly struck me. I joined the fandom fairly recently in 2022, but as we all know, our numbers have well and truly exploded since TLOU aired.
We are incredibly lucky that our fandom has a massive treasure trove of fics written by so many amazing writers in the last few years, especially for pre-Joel Pedro boys that new fans are now discovering. However, new readers will probably have hard time finding these fics because nothing about Tumblr is set up to efficiently find any fic, let alone 'older' fics published months and years ago.
Since there's been such a huge influx of new readers in the fandom who may be looking for new-to-them 'old' fics to read, I thought it would useful to start a list of writers who have been writing for Pedro boys since before TLOU aired to connect newcomers to ‘older’ fics. I'm starting with writers that I have personally read or know of, but please do drop me an ask or a DM if you would like to add or be added to the list (or removed from it)!
We have more than 100 writers listed in alphabetical order in the lists below. Please show them and their fics some love - follow, reblog, send asks and DMs! ❤️
A to H
I to O
P to Z (Part 1)
P to Z (Part 2)
Some admin:
*I am only including writers who have written for Pedro Pascal characters before TLOU aired. If I can't find a masterlist, then I can't add them to the list.
*If I missed anyone or accidentally left someone out in my screening process, please let me know! I'm only human.
*In case anyone twists this into something it's not, it goes without saying that there's always room for new fics and new writers! But the recency bias has been so strong these few months, I want to give some love to 'older' fics, especially pre-Joel Pedro boys ❤️
#pre-tlou writers archive#fic rec#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal cinematic universe#narcos fanfiction#the bubble fanfiction#kingsman fanfiction#the great wall fanfiction#triple frontier fanfiction#mandalorian fanfiction#the last of us fanfiction#game of thrones fanfiction#javier pena fanfiction#javier peña fanfiction#mando fanfiction#din djarin fanfiction#jack daniels fanfiction#frankie morales fanfiction#ezra prospect#marcus pike fanfiction#marcus moreno fanfiction#oberyn martell fanfiction#max phillips fanfiction#max lord fanfiction#joel miller fanfiction#agent whiskey fanfiction#pero tovar fanfiction#pedro pascal fandom#pedro pascal fandom resources
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Friday Fic Rec Week Two
What a successful second week of fic recs!
Thank you all again for submitting your recs and for sharing your love of others' work with me, and the tumblr-sphere!
Personal recommendations 💜
Personal recs but also suggested by y'all 🌸
Self-Rec because I'm a classy slut~ ♦️
My fics y'all Recc'd 🫠
In order of submission:
Stars too Far - Ch 1 | Mandalorian x fem reader | @foomoosworld
Beach Walks | Continuation of Night Walks Perv/Creep!Joel x Reader | @toxicanonymity 🌸
When I move You Move | Pre-outbreak!Joel x F!Reader | @ghotifishreads
Wildflowers | Joel x F!Reader Drabble | @tightjeansjavi
I know it When I See it | Pornstar!Joel x Pornstar!Reader | @bageldaddy 💜
Over Again | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @burntheedges
Liminality | Frankie morales x F!reader Werewolf AU | @something-tofightfor 🌸
Beskar and Kyber | Din Djarin x F!Reader | @penvisions
Yearling | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @justagalwhowrites
Sweet Child O' Mine | Joel Miller x F!Reader | @macfrog
Ch4 of Devotion | Cult Leader!Joel Miller x F!Reader | @noxturnalpascal 🌸
No Shortage of Sordid | Joel Miller x F!Reader + extra | @covetyou 💜
On The Waterfront | Dark!Chubby! Frankie x F!Reader | @beefrobeefcal 💜
Strangers | Dave York x F!Reader | @wildemaven
His Clothes Fit you Better | Joel Miller x Reader | @holacia3
The Day Before Was Always Difficult | Dieter Bravo x F!Reader | @nerdieforpedro
Need | Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth | @theywhowriteandknowthings (Me aha) ♦️
Fix your sink Frankie | asshole!Frankie x F!Reader | @theywhowriteandknowthings (me aha) 🫠
The Dark Side of The Moon | Vampire! Marc Spector x Reader | @melodygatesauthor 💜
The Ghosts of Babylon | Joel Miller x Reader | @sixhours
Hold Fast | Frankie x F!Reader | @jeewrites
Dirty | Mystery P!Boy x Reader | @bitchesuntitled
The winners circle | dieter brave x f!reader | @popcornforone
#fic rec friday#fic rec#vi's fic recs#vi's fic rec friday#pedro pascal#pedro pascal characters#din djarin#marcus pike#jack daniels#agent whiskey#oberyn martell#dave york#max phillips#the mandalorian#tlou#the last of us#the mentalist#game of thrones
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𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 / explicit (13k)
The night was cold and bitter, much as he was. Though it was only early evening, darkness had already fallen over Winterfell, the snow a thick white blanket coating the grounds and the spires of the First Keep.
It wouldn’t be Winter for a while according to his father, but Harry could tell that it now felt like it was on its way. The cold wind whipped his dark, tousled curls back and forth, biting at his cheeks until they were pink. He wrapped his fur lined cloak tightly around his tall frame to keep out the cold. It worked for the most part.
“I won’t marry him,” Harry said into the night, his voice steady and confident; the exact opposite of how he felt. If he hadn’t known better, he’d have thought she left since he was only met with silence. Dead leaves rustled in the trees below like they were whispering their approval of his defiance against his family’s orders.
“You will,” Anera replied calmly, her expression neutral.
Or, the Game of Thrones ABO AU where Harry is of the North, and Louis cannot be burnt.
இ moodboard by @cowboyharrystan
இ written for the @bottomlouisficfest
#with gilded wolves on the wall#my writing#my fic#larry fic#fic recs#blff#fanfic#fanfiction#bottom louis fic fest#blff 2023#game of thrones au#abo#bruisedhoney
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A list of all my favourite OBERYN MARTELL Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.
Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤
⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.
Lemon Cakes & Lust - @thetriumphantpanda
Stripes Of A Tiger & A Bond Formed Of Love - @palioom
The Viper & The Lamb Series - @supernaturalgirl20
Far From Home - @psychedelic-ink Featuring Ellaria Sand
Kinktober Day 5 - @agentwhiskeysdarlin
Does Your Mother Know? - @simpingcowboy
Sweet Reds & Starlight Mornings - @lowlights Featuring Ellaria Sand
Rescue - @deadhumourist GN!Reader
Oberyn Masterlist - @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis Lots to choose from!
The Viper's Bride Series - @wardenparker Featuring Ellaria Sand
Baths & Sunsets - @mrsbrekkers Featuring Ellaria Sand
Meant To Be Series - @radiowallet OFC
Not From Around Here Series - @mishasminion360 OFC
In Name Only Series - @forever-rogue
Wrap Around Series - @lovelyladyabsinthewrites Featuring Ellaria Sand
Flavour - @lavendertales Featuring Ellaria Sand
Little Prince & Sweet One - @redahlia-writes Featuring Ellaria Sand
Messenger Bird - @thosewickedlovelies Featuring Ellaria Sand
The Red Wolf Series - @heartsofbeskar OFC
Dark Paradise - @bits-and-babs
Sit On The Throne - @prolix-yuy
Kinktober 22 Oct 15th - @absurdthirst
Breath Of Life - @moonlight-prose
A Poisonous Truth Part 1 & Part 2 - @rise-my-angel Featuring Ellaria Sand
Holy & Heathen Series - @msmorningstaarr OFC
Happy Ending - @nothoughtsjustmeds Wife!Reader
Even Stars Will Fall Series - @cyantomatos Featuring Ellaria Sand
The Snake & The Dragon - @multifandomfanfiction
First Dance - @hopeamarsu
Aphelion Series - @something-tofightfor & @the-blind-assassin-12 Modern!Oberyn
Kinktober Praise Kink, Wax Play, Public Sex & Lactation Kink - @palioom
Fall In Love In A Single Touch - @ezrasversion
The Viper Longs For Foliage - @nerdieforpedro Plus Size F!Reader
Reaching For The Sweetest Of Peaches - @psychedelic-ink Modern AU
Enjoy The Show - @sweetenerobert M!Reader
A Baker's Dozen - Oberyn - @avastrasposts
Birthday Kiss - Oberyn Martell - @something-tofightfor
My Way - @lincolndjarin
Little Dove - @palioom
The Old Prince Series - @sirowsky
In The Night Air - @lis-likes-fics
Silent Running - @imperatorkhaleesi
The Sunshine Undertow Series - @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa Featuring Marcus Pike
#pedro pascal characters#fic recs#oberyn martell#oberyn martell game of thrones#game of thrones#the red viper#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn martell x you#oberyn martell x ofc#oberyn martell x ellaria sand#house martell#dornish prince#prince of dorne#pedro pascal character fics
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Fics I Enjoyed in February & March
18 fics and ~720k (!!!) total. Includes fics from the following fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Game of Thrones, Harry Potter, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Kung Fu Panda
Pornstar Martini by blatantblue/@blatantblue and brightened
Hazbin Hotel | Angel Dust/Husk | 5k | Mature | Part 1 of Pornstar Martini
Naturally, Husk’s kindness goes straight to Angel’s head. This is why he doesn’t do heroin — you try that shit once, you always want it. You may never take it again, but you’ll carry the gaping-aching hole in your chest until the end of your days. Or the end of eternity. Angel never needed aftercare before; he puts the blame squarely on Husk’s huggable shoulders.
Sour Dove by blatantblue/@blatantblue
Hazbin Hotel | Angel Dust/Husk | 6k | Explicit | Part 2 of Pornstar Martini
“What do you need?” Husk asks again, hand in Angel’s hair, always in Angel’s hair. Angel needs to feel something that’s his and only his. He needs to know there’s a part of him, a pathetic inch, when he doesn’t yet end and Valentino doesn’t yet begin. He needs a lie. “Put me on my knees.” Husk doesn’t even flinch. “You know I’m not gonna do that, baby.” Angel and Husk get as close as they can without breaking each other.
Call Your Bluff by RazzAppleMagic/@razzapplemagic
Hazbin Hotel | Angel Dust/Husk | 72k (WIP) | Explicit
Val may be a fucking monster, but he’s a monster that Angel knows. He’s a monster that Angel understands. Angel isn’t stupid; he made the choice to sign with Valentino because he was the only overlord that made sense for Angel’s lifestyle — for what Angel wanted out of Hell. But now you’re tellin’ him that his soul is owed to some random fucking jackass who swindled Val in a game of cards? How can that be fair? How can that be something that’s just allowed to happen? (In which, Angel's contract is acquired by a new overlord — Hell's very own Gambling Demon, and they both get more from the relationship than either of them bargained for.)
snipers solve 99% of all problems by silentwalrus/@silentwalrus1
Fullmetal Alchemist | Gen | 260k (WIP) | Mature
Ed had thought, after the whole Promised Day, homunculus, entire country harvested for alchemical batteries thing, the batshit quotient of his life would have settled down some. He really ought to have topped out the meter with that one. But no. The bullshit is just getting started. “Are you fucking kidding me,” Ed demands. “The wizards?”
Call Sign: Morning Star by blatantblue/@blatantblue
Hazbin Hotel | Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar | 7k | Explicit
“You,” Alastor says slowly, “came up here to proposition me?” Lucifer shrugs. “And if I did?” Joy and the thrill of friendship are not on Alastor’s frequency, and neither is Lucifer. But it may be their last night in Hell; in the circumstances, Lucifer’s mouth on him is infinitely less of a terrible idea.
You're in MY House, Bitch by brightened
Hazbin Hotel | Adam/Lucifer Morningstar | 3k | Explicit
“Is this what you’ve been up to?” Adam asks. “A rubber duck orgy?” Lucifer gasps, reaching for the nearest duck and clutching it to his chest. “How dare you! I’ve never fornicated with any of my ducks. In fact … I haven’t fornicated since Lilith.” Lucifer drops the duck in favor of drumming both hands on his chest. “Well, that’s embarrassing. Why am I saying this to you?” Lucifer propositions Adam. Not in that way! But also, yes in that way.
Dusk Till Dawn by Novaeris
Helluva Boss | Blitzø/Stolas | 13k | Mature
When Blitzø gets drugged and kidnapped by an imp gang, he has to fight tooth and nail to make it out with his life. When his injuries prove to be a bit too much for him to handle, he sucks up his pride and goes to ask Stolas for help. Normally, not a big deal. Except this time, he hasn’t spoken to the guy since their shitty first date at Ozzie’s. And when one of his wounds gives Blitzø a nasty fever, he finds himself revealing a lot more than he intended. A post ep 7 fic with a lot of Blitzø whump and Stolas finally learning where the lines of communication had broken down between them.
Far From Heaven by Novaeris
Helluva Boss | Blitzø/Stolas | 45k | Explicit
After their disastrous first date, Blitzo and Stolas struggle to pick themselves back up again in the aftermath. It takes many small steps before they can finally be honest, with themselves and with each other. Blitzo learns to tell the truth. And Stolas learns that, sometimes, things aren’t as hopeless as they appear. A study of Blitzo and a study of Stolas as they fall apart and then come back together after ep 7.
Palaces and Souvenirs by CloudySonder/@cloudysonder
Helluva Boss | Blitzø/Stolas | 14k (WIP) | Mature
So Stolas is objectively. Objectively. Attractive. Kinda soft-looking, sometimes. Pretty. Whatever. Fuckin’ whatever. That’s always been a thing. Blitzo knew that, Stolas definitely knew that-- whatever. This is not, Blitzo thinks, sounding a little bit desperate even to himself, some sort of revelation. the lack of Slow-Burn Friends-With-Benefits to Lovers with Octavia & Blitzo Bonding as a Sideplot content in the stolitz community is Appalling, so i am merely fulfilling a demand in the market
"Red." by QUINADEN
Helluva Boss | Blitzø/Stolas | 10k | Explicit
Another full moon, another sexual rendevous. But when Stolas suggests that he return the favor for once, Blitz has to confront the fact that giving over even more control of the situation might be the scariest compromise he’s ever had to make.
At Your Service by QUINADEN
Helluva Boss | Blitzø/Stolas | 14k (WIP) | Mature
When Blitz was 10, his family sold him to the Ars Goetia family, believing that he’d have a far better life than he ever would in the circus business given his lack of general talent and skill. With his soul forever bound by contract, he has one job and one job only: to serve Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia. Part of that duty eventually became having a nearly two-decades-long affair with the prince. But when their secret is discovered by Andrelphus, who threatens to expose them both to the Goetia family, just how far will Blitzø be willing to go in order to protect Stolas, and, by extension, his own life?
The Devil Is My Shepherd by QUINADEN
Helluva Boss | Blitzø/Stolas | 28k (WIP) | Mature
No longer able to live in the comfort of the home and property he owned for decades, Blitzo has now moved in (at least temporarily) with Stolas while he recovers from his injuries sustained at the hands of the local Catholic congregation. No one said adjusting to an entirely new life in Hell would be easy, but between Stolas' daughter going through the motions of her parents separating, his new friends planning their wedding, a manager who is both younger and far braver than he is, and Stolas himself, it's been difficult, to say the least. Grappling with a brand new lifestyle and world without the comfort of the deity his parents raised him to embrace, things are certainly going to be rough. He's already been dragged down into the depth of Hell, though: how much worse could it get?
Traces of Spring by nehezt/@nehezt
Kung Fu Panda | Gen | Mature
While investigating a strange phenomenon, Po inadvertently brings Tai Lung back from the Spirit Realm. Forced to live again, Tai Lung must grapple with his place in the world and the feelings that led to his attack on the Valley of Peace.
Competition by astolat/@astolat
Game of Thrones | Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth | 11k | Mature
Almost the instant Brienne was out of earshot, Bronn turned to Podrick, jerked his head towards Jaime and asked, “Has he fucked her yet?”
Words by astolat/@astolat
Game of Thrones | Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth | 10k | Explicit
“So we’ll look for you in the North," Robb Stark said, "coming to pay your debt."
Let The River Run by astolat/@astolat
Game of Thrones | Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth/Robb Stark | 61k | Explicit
The deep satisfaction of having made the right choice; of having found a clear-flowing wellspring of true honor to protect.
Royal Flush by astolat/@astolat
Game of Thrones | Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth/Margaery Tyrell | 85k | Explicit
Robb Stark had swept his entire hand of cards off the table, and Tyrion couldn’t see how to make a single play at all.
Winter's Crown by astolat/@astolat
Game of Thrones | Jaime Lannister/Robb Stark | 76k | Explicit
“When the Night’s King rides,” the giant said, each word slow as cold honey pouring, “the King in the North must answer. The King in the North…whose name is Stark.”
#fic recs#fanfiction#helluva boss#hazbin hotel#huskerdust#stolitz#radioapple#what on earth do you call adam/lucifer???#fma#fullmetal alchemist#harry potter#game of thrones#kung fu panda
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3 May 2024 | Double Feature | LCDrarry Fic & Art
[Fic & Art] A Game of Horcruxes
Prompt: "Game of Thrones", 2011, David Benioff
Prompted by: Anonymous
Author: Anonymous
Word Count: 118,635 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Brief Descriptions of Injury, Racism, Classism
Notes: Big thank you to the mods for, once again, hosting the best fest ever. So much love to you from both of us
Author’s Notes: I am legitimately stumped about where to begin. It took a veritable Settlement to churn this one out, and I am nothing if not immensely grateful to every single person who helped me along the way!
Summary:
It has been centuries since an attack on the castle of a royal scion. Centuries, until now.
The Realm of Hogwarts is ruled by eight noble Slytherin families, aided by their Gryffindor armies. Each kingdom possesses a Horcrux—the most precious source of magic to the throne. But when the Kingdom of Malfoy finds their Horcrux stolen, Prince Draco must break all protocol and enlist the help of a commoner, Harry, to find what's missing. All the while, an evil beyond the horizon stirs, Dementor attacks are increasing, and civil unrest is burning across the land. Can Draco and Harry recover the Horcrux and save the realm? And will they be able to resist their growing attraction to each other in the meantime?
Read it now on AO3.
Please help promote the fest by sharing your favourite submissions, so more people can enjoy all the amazing new Drarry works of LCDrarry. Thank you!
Creator reveals are on 15 June.
#lcdrarry 2024#lights camera drarry 2024#lights camera drarry#lcdrarry#drarry#drarry squad#drarry fic#drarry fic rec#drarry fest#hp fest#draco malfoy#harry potter#draco x harry#harry x draco#harry potter fanfic#drarry fanfic#enjoy!! :))#game of thrones#got au
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All right y'all, I got a bunch of fun planned for April! I will be posting some rare pair fic recs for Game of Thrones. Most of these will be Sansa pairing fics, but I do have a couple others that I plan on adding too. I don't necessarily have an order to how I plan to post them, but I do have a lot of pairs. A couple of notes:
I'm defining a rare pair as having 200 or less fics (both complete and incomplete combined) on AO3 as of about today (April 2, 2024). Some of these pairings will be closer to the 200 fics mark, while others may be closer to the 10-40 fics mark.
Each post will have it's own pairing or theme.
Some of the authors have chosen to have their fics locked unless you have an account on AO3. I will try to indicate those ones that have that as of the time of my list posting with a 🔒 lock emoji by the fic.
If you read and enjoy any of these recs, PLEASE COMMENT on the story. I'm trying to draw more attention to some of these small ships. I write a lot of the pairs I'll be recommending. I know I love getting comments on my rare-pair ships, especially the ones I didn't think would get many views or likes.
Please have fun and keep an open mind! You might be surprised to find a ship you didn't think you'd like or hadn't thought of before!
#ineedminions's rare pair fic recs#Sansa Stark Fic Recs#Fic Recs#Fic#Game of Thrones Fan Fic#Game of Thrones Fic Rec#Game of Thrones
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Short headcanon for Ned Stark reacting to 2nd wife pregnant. Like Home Again pt 2 but a headcanon? I LOVE YOUR BLOG AH!!! thanks
this may be similar to other Ned family stuff ive done but!! Idgaf!! This is our 10/10 husband material family man. Im gonna base it loosely off Home Again since u mentioned that.
Ofc these HCs will include pregnancy, symptoms/changes relating to that and a femme married reader.
While this was an outcome you both expected and wanted, Ned is more than happy when his lady wife tells him the news. Perhaps to some it wouldn't be anything exciting - this would be the third fourth child Ned had, and by a second wife, no less. Yet he's just as happy as if it were his first, and he scoops his wife up in his arms and holds her close for a long while.
It's actually Ned who helps with much of the initial symptoms and worries. He helped Cat through Sansa, as much as she tried to insist it was fine. This sort of attentiveness is considered strange for most lords, but Ned cares about you! What your body is doing is amazing and what you're going through is unimaginable to him. He wants to make sure you're comfortable, that you have plenty of ginger tea for nausea, that you're eating well, and so on. The servants at Winterfell think it's sweet how doted on you are, as if you were carrying the heir.
That said, the further along you are, the more nervous the children become. Jon, Robb and Sansa are all old enough to know this is how Catlyn passed, even if they don't have the details. It gives Sansa anxiety in particular, as even at six, she understands this is something women do that leads to them not being around anymore. She becomes more clingy, more nervous, and has trouble believing it'll be okay this time. You and Ned do your best to reassure the children, even bringing in Maester Luwin to insist that it'll be alright.
Also, it must be said that Ned takes a liking to the glow and plumpness your body takes on as the moons pass. Quite a liking, though he becomes horribly flustered if you point that out. Perhaps you shouldn't tease; plenty of lords ignore their wives during this time and think nothing of it. Feeling extra attractive and being so doted on a luxury most ladies don't get.
#okay anon uhhhh for some reason i was convinced i didnt write home again and it was a fic rec akdjskks#i have no idea why i was so sure LMAO anyway#my friend told me otherwise#ned stark x reader#libra headcanons#got x reader#game of thrones x reader
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GoT || Jon Snow Fic Recs
Crossover
The Witcher
The White Wolf of Westeros by DrakeCross I Chapters 62/65 I AU - Canon Divergence, Action/Adventure, Blood andViolence, Fantasy, Swordfighting, Magic, Drama, Politics, Intrigue, Horror, Betrayal, War, War of the Five Kings, Epic Battles
The Site of Fire by NorthernBastard I Chapters: 9/9 I Completed Jon/Daenerys, Jon Snow is a Targaryen, Dark Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen Is Not a Mad Queen, Revenge, Game of Thrones Alternate Season 08, Canon Rewrite, King Jon Snow, BAMF Jon Snow
When the ambush near Dragonstone takes a different turn, Jon Snow has to work on saving his Queen. But when the enemy is ready to do anything to crush their opponent, what's a grief stricken man to do? Perhaps all that is left for him is to wake the dragon and let the fire rule.
Alternative season 8. Jon Snow takes no prisoners here but he has his reasons. Read the tags and enjoy!
It's the rewrite of my first story of the same title. The original has been removed.
The Dragons Dark and Deep by @ashleyfanfic, @justwandering-neverlost I Chapters: 25/? I Jon/Daenerys, Smut, Alternate Universe, Canon Divergent, not sansa friendly, battles, Politics, Darker Jon
Jon is stuck dealing with the aftermath of an unforeseen ally coming to aid them at the Battle of the Bastards. Politics and suspicion cloud the North, but that won't keep the Dragon Queen or The White Wolf from what they want.
Bookmark Series
when the sun sets in the east by Magali_Dragon I Part 1 - 3 I Completed Jon/Daenerys, Daenerys/Drogo (minor past), AU - Canon Divergence, Dark Jon Snow, Jon Snow is a khalin, which jon snow goes east (or is forced east), slowish burn, Warg Jon Snow, what if Jon was by Dany’s side the whole time?
#game of thrones#jon snow#ao3 fanfic#fanfic rec#fic rec#got fanfiction#got jon snow#got#jonerys#jon snow fanfiction#will probably add more#read tags
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GoT DILF(s) x reader insert fics
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Disclaimers!
Stories are NOT mine.
Some contain mature content.
Readers are mostly female.
Note: if you read any of these stories and enjoy them pls let the author know by rebloggung, liking or commenting on original post
Alliance
Ned Stark x second wife! Reader
Four Part Series
Surviving || Series Masterlist
{Ned Stark x Reader}
Summary: It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.
The Secret Wife
Ned Stark x Fem!Reader Imagine
A Quiet Morning
Tywin Lannister x Female Reader
Summary: You enjoy a quiet morning with your Lord Husband
Under his mane
Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Fem!Reader
Series Masterlist
Imagine Tywin Lannister visiting your chambers to fulfill his son’s duty at his place (smut)
Baby Lion
Tywin Lannister x pregnant!wife!Reader
Tywin Lannister being possessive and having jealous sex would include:
Longing
Pairing: Tywin Lannister x reader
Request: good fluffy smut with Tywin Lannister… maybe him realizing that his feelings for the reader is more than just a political marriage
Warnings: political marriage/arranged marriage, older man x younger woman, soft smut, unprotected sex
Repeat of History
Tywin Lannister x wife!Reader
Summary: when you go into labour, Tywin worries for your safety, remembering the death of his first wife
Trouble
Tywin x Wife!Reader
Summary: Tywin takes a second wife for a purely political alliance, and ends up with far more than he expected.
Series: Tywin x Reader
Summary: Imagine finding out you are marry Tywin Lannister after the deaths of your brother and Mother, Robb and Catelyn Stark.
The Lady Lion
Tywin x Wife!Reader
Fluffy Fic
In Time, the Lion Loves
Tywin Lannister x fem!Reader
Blessed with youth
Tywin Lannister x Tyrell!Reader
https://www.tumblr.com/gotpineapple/186244280214/blessed-with-youth-tywin-lannister-x-tyrellreader?source=share
Betrothed to the Wrong Brother
Stannis Baratheon x Reader
Based on this request: reader is supposed to be set up with Robert, but while at Storms End falls for Stannis instead?
Confession
Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader
Summary: Stannis finally confesses his love for his wife
Belonging
Stannis Baratheon x Wife!Reader
Summary: Takes place around the time Robert was crowned, when Stannis and the Reader are married for less than a year. Robert’s drunkenness results in some jealousy and misunderstandings (and making up).
Steady
Stannis x Wife!Reader
Setting: just a year or two after Robert was crowned
An Injustice
Stannis Baratheon x reader
Summary: A lil one shot from a visiting Davos’s pov after Robert’s Rebellion. There’s more but I like the characterisation in this the best.
Stannis x Arryn!Reader
Jealous kiss for our one true king, stannis
Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader
headcanons on the relationship between Shireen Baratheon and stepmother!reader & on how the Baratheon household would change if the Reader was to marry Stannis
Headcanons for Stannis x Reader’s children
Playground (modern au)
Stannis Baratheon x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader is sister to Sandor, and meets Stannis at a playground. The reader has a toddler daughter, but the father has passed away. Shireen and the daughter start playing together, so Stannis and the reader start talking too. Soon they plan a play date and the things escalate.
Imagine threatening to leave Roose and him letting it slip that he loves you (smut)
Roose being touch starved would include
A Northern Arrangement || Series
Roose Bolton x Reader
Imagine making a deal with Roose Bolton so he wont betray Robb and will actually warn Robb and everyone of the Frey’s impending betrayal.
Roose Bolton x Reader || Series
Roose being gentle with you:
Losing your virginity to Roose Bolton would include:
Imagine being in a pitch-black castle with Roose Bolton.
NSFW Alphabet with Roose Bolton
My Innocent Snowdrop
Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader
Summary: The eldest Stark girl is forced to marry Oberyn Martell as a political alliance made by Cersei, but what she does not know is that the Prince of Dorne is a very loving man who easily falls in love with her and cherishes her deeply.
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Tagged by @sulkybender in the (under)loved and beloved fics tag game! Name the fics of yours that you wish got a bit more love.
To Open Every Door to Night, To Meet Each Rising Sun:
Six years post-canon established Zukka, focusing on Sokka trying to find his way in life amid the events of Azula reaching her official age of majority. I am so deeply proud of this fic.
To Be Named, To Be Known (To Be Loved):
Post-canon established Zukka, Zuko-centric, showcasing all the people he has in his corner in his life leading up to one very special day. This one makes me tear up from the softness whenever I reread it.
(With Wonder and Care) Reach for Far-Flung Dreams:
Modern AU, established Zukka, focused on Sokka being cared for and loved by everyone around him as they arrange the surprise of his dreams ofr him. Sokka cries from being overwhelmed by the love of the people in his life and I do too lol
(I wouldn't necesarily say any of these fics are unloved. I just adore them so haha)
And tagging @lizardlicks @ultfreakme @outpastthemoat @caeseria-k and anyon else who wants to play!
#I am tempted to add To Cleave Thser Roots We've Made purely because of the degree to which I love it#But I think those that do read it REALLY like it#Also Between the Throne and Where You Sit but I recognize I'm playing to a different audience there#atla fic rec#fic writing#fic recs#tag games
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Holy and Heathen - 6 (Defiance.)
Pairing: young!Oberyn MartellxF!Original Hightower Character
Word count: 5.7k
Chapter Warnings: domestic violence;
ao3 | masterlist
SUMMARY: Lady Melara Hightower is the youngest daughter of Lord Leyton Hightower and has a distinct, serious and pious personality. She is sent to serve the Faith as a Septa, but her destiny suddenly changes once she becomes betrothed to the heir of Dorne, Prince Oberyn Martell. She sees herself living in a land far from hers with distinct habits, dealing with many divergences and a husband far more wild than she could ever expect. Would she be capable of lighting the way of her mind and heart?
(Except for Melara Hightower, all characters do not belong to me but to George RR Martin, author of the 'A Song of Ice and Fire' book series.)
Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody
Before you read: I'm so sorry taking so long to update. Life has been a mess lately but here I stand! Thank you all who wished me well on my last post. <3
Melara
“You look marvellous, my princess.” Melessa finished braiding the last section of her lady’s hair in front of the mirror. Melara touched her skin gently, feeling the slight sensation of overheating.
“Thank you, Melessa.” Melara said, still looking at her own reflection. The heat burning her skin provoked the flush on her cheeks due to the intense sun of Dorne. The princess stood up, pushing the fabric on her tail so it wouldn’t get stuck on the small bench in front of her vanity.
“The dornish climate agrees with you, princess.” Lys grinned, joining her hands in awe with Melara, who nodded calmly.
“I fear I’m not as accustomed as I thought I would be with the weather, in truth,” Melara replied, caressing the silk covering her body. Her garment was red with a silk that came from Qarth, no sleeves and a cleavage bigger than usual. Although her curves were often praised, Melara felt uncomfortable with so many parts of her body on display. One way or another, Oberyn expressed his desire to see Melara with more dresses that exposed her body and wearing jewellery with pendants in the shape of suns. The princess found his request reasonable and wore it to honour him, even when he was not around.
The marriage so far was not the worst thing that could happen to her. Oberyn lavished her with gold, gifts and dresses to amend their complex beginning and his current absence. He sang for her in the nights they coupled and was slow in the moment, never taking her clothes off or trying to do the things that made her feel distressed. He penetrated her with ease, spreading her legs and eagerly going in and out between the apex of her thighs, making Melara forget for some brief moment all the thoughts in her mind. The dornish Prince seemed slightly annoyed by the incessant wish to not do bedding on his way, but he had no other option but to respect her.
“It is only a matter of time, my princess.” Megga said, applying some lavender oil in her lady’s fists and behind her ears. “We seem to be living inside the sun, but Dorne is beautiful.”
Melara nodded and curved her lips on a coy smile. “I am not sure if my skin will handle the weather. Oldtown was not as warm as Dorne is.”
She missed the wind. Even in the Water Gardens, where she was surrounded by exotic trees, their shadows and pools, the heat was overwhelming. She missed the Starry Sept, her simple attire, her small window and the matutine breeze she would feel when she was praying before her chores. Even missed Lya spilling a handful of words. Even missed Hightower, with Lynesse and Alysanne laughing at her when she missed a stitch on an embroidery lesson and their Septa slapped her hands until Melara would do it accurately. She missed Septon Lowan forgetting about her former choice of joining the faith and asking her to go back home. Now, she felt homeless, drowning her body in the dunes of sand.
“We will make sure you keep your beauty intact, princess. ‘Tis we assure you.” Lys guaranteed, giving Melara a glass of water.
“Thank you.” She said, after drinking a sip of the fresh liquid. And then, the girls heard a knock on her door.
“My lady, may I come inside?” It was Ysilla on the outside. Melara nodded at her handmaidens and Lys headed towards the chambers’ door to open it, proceeding with a bow at the princess in respect.
“Mother.” Melara left her goblet over a small table and approached her mother by law. “Is very pleasing to have your company today.” Then, the young princess signed for Lys, Megga and Melessa to leave the two alone.
Ysilla raised her eyebrow and expressed some confusion while her eyes travelled Melara up and down. “My lady, is that Elia’s dress that you are wearing?”
Melara looked puzzled at Ysilla and immediately changed the look on her face to embarrassment. Why would Oberyn present her with a dress that belonged to another lady? A sudden ache hit her heart.
“Mother, princess… I had no idea it belonged to Princess Elia…” Melara replied, nervously. “Oberyn presented me with this dress. I can switch right now and return it to Elia’s former chambers…”
Ysilla grabbed her hands gently and smiled, cutting her words. “No need, princess. My princeling son values his sister too much and I am sure he had the very best of intentions in presenting you with one of her dresses. You look splendid.”
Melara noticed a strange feeling coming from Ysilla’s eyes. Growing up around Lady Rhea made her quite sensitive to mood swings and Melara could sense something about her new mother not being happy about the dress. The young princess felt anxious and fiddled her hands behind her back, lowering her head.
“I have a letter for you.” Ysilla changed the subject, delivering her a small envelope. “From Bear Island.”
Melara raised her gaze and narrowed it, eagerly holding the piece of paper. She exhaled and felt relieved that Lynesse replied to her last letter. “Lynesse.”
“Would you mind reading it later? I have a few things to show you today.” Ysilla headed to the door, expecting Melara to follow her. The young girl nodded and left the letter over her desk and walked alongside Ysilla through the hallway.
“Can I trust the statement that Oberyn is treating you well?” She asked, caressing her own nails.
Melara nodded. “He is very kind, my lady. I could not ask for a better husband.”
Ysilla sighed and looked at a blank spot. “Good. I hope that you give me more grandchildren very soon.” More. Melara had forgotten the fact that Oberyn had two bastard daughters. She had mixed feelings over this, but none of them could be considered to be good. Melara knew from the beginning that the dornish had other approaches when it came to bastards, however, raising them inside the castle as if they were trueborn children was something beyond her understandment. The blonde princess had no wish to meet them and neither had any sort of interest in knowing their names. Her lips curled on a pout and nodded gently as Ysilla spoke. She discreetly frowned and agreed. “Yes, mother. I will provide for more children.” Her words carried a hint of bitterness and felt ashamed for it, but her mind found this situation distasteful and concerning. In a land where women can inherit, Melara feared one of them could try to claim and steal her future son’s birthright. Melara knew she needed to be wise.
“Which leads me to another subject,” The mother sighed. “I believe you spent too much time retreating in the Water Gardens, my lady.” Melara narrowed her eyes. “It is time for you to return to Sunspear and be prepared besides Oberyn. Your absence is already being noticed at court.”
“Oberyn commanded me to stay in the Water Gardens.” The girl replied, muttering.
“And I command you to return to Sunspear, my dear.” Ysilla smirked. “I already demanded that the servants take all your things to your new chambers at the Old Palace. I have no wish to interfere on your marital agreement with my son, but I do hope you understand your role as his wife.”
“I promise to improve my demeanour, my lady.” Melara said, looking at a distant tree.
“In the future, your child will marry Elia’s child. Which means that House Martell will maintain our strict bond with the Iron Throne,” Ysilla caressed her good daughter’s back whilst they walked. “You must be aware of politics to teach your children as well.”
Melara went mouth dried and disconcertedly agreed with her. “Of course, mother.”
"It may seem daunting at first, my dear, but you have the intelligence and strength to control these intricacies. And you will not be alone; I'll be here to guide you.” Ysilla smiled, assuring Melara.
And after an awkward silence, Ysilla spoke. “Are you well acclimated with Dorne? Is the cook of your liking?”
“Yes. The food is rather spicy but I am growing quite fond of it, although I miss a few things from the Starry Sept.” She replied, numbly. The food was one of her favourite things so far. Melara never considered liking spicy foods and the sweetness of the dornish wine, however, the first time she tried a roasted lamb covered with a special pepper and potatoes, she knew food would be the least of her problems. Melara also enjoyed being left alone in the Water Gardens, seeing the bright pools and the sea of Dorne by her window. Now, the bright princess had to go back to Sunspear and live her duty by Oberyn’s side. She could not help but feel insecure about Oberyn. She was unhappy to be married at all and scared Oberyn would be bothered by having her back on a regular frequence. Melara wanted to bury herself into faith once more and live her invisible life. Being a lady was an overwhelming existence.
“You are indeed committed to the faith and I can see it. It is quite admirable, my lady.” Ysilla said, raising her eyebrows.
Melara curled her lips and joined her hands, exhaling before her words came out. “The Gods are good, my lady. We must spread their words and values to our next ones.”
“I am not a religious woman myself, I must admit. But it’s quite impressive to see your commitment to faith. It is inspiring.”
Melara blushed and joined her hands. “Your words honours me deeply, mother.”
“You and Oberyn may not come to realise it yet, but you have needed skills. Involuntarily, Oberyn got the best match for him when he sent your sister away.” Melara felt a warmth, similar to a heartburn and her feet seemed to fly above the floor in pride for all she just heard. Ysilla was the only person she felt as closest to a true friend she ever had. “Religion speaks volumes when it comes to influencing people, my lady. You’ll learn to use it in your favour and Oberyn as well.”
Ysilla continued leading Melara through the castle, her eyes keenly observing the young princess's reactions. Melara could not send away the uneasiness that had settled within her since the mention of Oberyn's daughters. She wondered about the dynamic they would share if they ever cross paths.
As they walked through the corridors adorned with tapestries and the rich colours of House Martell banners, Ysilla began to discuss the responsibilities and expectations that came with being the Lady of Sunspear. Melara listened intently, trying to absorb the information that was being imparted to her. The weight of her role began to dawn on her, and she felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
Ysilla spoke of diplomacy, alliances, and the delicate balance of power in the region. Melara nodded along, realising the entanglements of her position. It was a far cry from the days of her childhood in Oldtown, where the concerns were more dull and shallow. She missed the cold, crisp air at that moment.
The two women entered a room adorned with maps and scrolls spread across a large table and enormous walls filled with books. That library remembered the one from Hightower and her eyes were lost in the moment, mentally praising the beauty of that place she never visited. Ysilla gestured towards the various documents, explaining the strategic importance of certain locations and the history of past conflicts in the region. Melara couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, her mind racing to grasp the complexity of it all.
Ysilla, sensing Melara's apprehension, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder and tried to comfort her and suddenly, a stormy presence opened the doors suddenly, revealing a child. She was dressed with a yellow mustard robe, similar to the ones Oberyn used to dress. Her hair, although, was messy and loose. The young girl possessed that tanned olive skin and his widowed eyes and fastly ran to Ysilla’s arms.
“Grandmother!” Melara’s heart stopped for a moment when everything made sense. Behind her, a servant walked ashamed and apologised repeatedly for the girl’s behaviour.
“My princesses, my apology. As soon as Obara heard you were here she wanted to see you…” The girl spoke, fearing for her lady’s disapproval.
“Not at all, Myriah. You may leave, Obara will stay with me for a moment.” Ysilla said and the girl left. Obara stood still, hugging her grandmother and Melara had no expression but utter discontent with the presence of the infant right in front of her. She had no manners nor any ladylike demeanour, walking with a wooden sword and small spear on her hand.
“I missed you, grandmother. Why did you not come to see me and Nymeria?” Obara asked, impatiently. Ysilla caressed the little girl’s face and smiled widely whilst Melara watched the scene.
“I missed you too, sweet girl. I just could not have enough spare time to be with you and your sister.” The older princess replied, holding her granddaughter’s hand.
“Look what father brought me from aunt Elia’s wedding!” She proudly showed the wooden sword and Ysilla giggled, watching Obara dance with the sword.
“That is certainly a proper toy for a proper fighter.” She replied to Obara, who put her small sword back on her sheath.
“Can I see father’s wife?” Melara could hear from afar the request from the child and it made her hands sweat and feet retorse inside her shoes.
“As a matter of fact, your step mother is right here. Would you like to see her?” Obara nodded her head quickly and started walking towards the distinct figure that was Melara.
The blonde princess closed the book and finally could look at the young bastard in front of her closely. She was the perfect image of Oberyn in all aspects, appearance and temper.
“Obara, this is Princess Melara. Princess, this is one of Oberyn’s daughters.” The six year old child stares deeply at her step mother with stern eyes, roaming her and raising one of her eyebrows. Melara stood still and remained cold in response to Obara.
“She is pale as father told.”
Melara's gaze met Obara's unyielding stare, and a small pout tugged at the corners of the princess's lips. She crouched down to meet Obara at eye level, maintaining a calm and collected demeanour.
"Pale, am I?" Melara said, her voice carrying a playful edge. "Well, it seems your father has been sharing stories about me. I assure you, Obara, there's more to a person than the colour of their skin."
Obara continued to study Melara, seemingly unimpressed. The young girl crossed her arms over her chest, mimicking a gesture she must have seen from her father countless times.
"Father says you come from Oldtown," Obara stated matter-of-factly, her gaze unwavering.
“Is that true?”
“It is.” Melara replied, replacing the book back to the shelf. “I come from House Hightower, the guardians of Oldtown.”
“I come from Oldtown too. My mother is a whore.” Obara replied simply. Melara had to admit to being impressed about how well developed Obara was in her speech, but distantly shocked with how naturally the girl spoke about her true parentage.
“I see.” Melara replied, uninterested and Ysilla watched everything.
"Are you my new mother?" Obara asked, her gaze fixed on Melara. The question hung in the air, laden with a complexity that Melara understood all too well. She took a moment before answering, measuring her words.
"I am your father's wife, Obara." Melara replied, firmly. Obara continued to study Melara, her expression unreadable.
Ysilla sensed the tension and knelt down to be at eye level with his daughter. "Obara, Princess Melara is now a part of our family. I expect you to treat her with respect," She said, his voice carrying a motherly authority that brooked no argument.
The young girl sighed, a mixture of defiance and acceptance evident in her demeanour. Melara felt a weird sickness on her stomach and a knot forming inside her belly, standing up swiftly to stay away from Obara. “My lady, I need to be excused from your presences.”
“Is everything alright, Melara?” Ysilla asked, concerned.
“I am not, in fact. But I must prepare myself to arrive in Sunspear as you commanded, princess.” That interaction with the bastard was everything she had no wish to experience, at least not that day. As Melara excused herself from the presence of Obara and her grandmother, she felt a strange mix of emotions. Jealousy, anger, sadness, outrage. The encounter with Oberyn's daughter had left her unsettled, and the realisation that she was now not only beaconing the intricate politics of Sunspear but also the complexities of family dynamics weighed heavily on her mind.
Ysilla, perceptive as ever, watched Melara with a concerned expression as she sent Obara away with her nurse once more. "Take your time, my dear. Family can be challenging, but it's something we all must learn to navigate."
Melara nodded in acknowledgment, offering a clumsy nod before making her way back to her quarters. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the discomfort that clung to her like a stubborn shadow.
As she prepared for the journey to Sunspear, Melara couldn't help but reflect on the challenges that lay ahead. The courtly intrigue and political machinations were one thing, but the dynamics within House Martell were proving to be just as complex. The young Obara, with her bold demeanour and piercing gaze, was a constant reminder of her husband’s impulsiveness and lack of respect for her. How could he take a bastard into his lady wife’s life?
With a heavy heart, Melara started her small journey to the political seat of House Martell. The journey ahead held uncertainties, not only in the realm of politics but within the walls of her newfound family. She understood that the role of a stepmother carried its own weight, however, she refused to see herself as a motherly figure to a child born out of wedlock.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across Sunspear, Melara made her way to the courtyard where her chariage awaited. The journey to Sunspear awaited, and with it, Melara knew she would face not only the ramifications of court but also the challenges of forging familial bonds in a land where loyalty was as shifting as the desert sands.
Her new bedchambers were adorned with Dornish tapestries and intricate patterns that spoke of the region's rich history. Melara moved toward a window, gazing out at the sun-drenched landscape of Sunspear. The city, with its spires and domes, seemed to hold both promise and peril. The letter from Lynesse lay forgotten on her desk, overshadowed by the weight of her new responsibilities.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the Dornish sky, Melara couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation. She missed the familiar faces of the Starry Sept, the simplicity of her previous life. Little did she know that the journey she had embarked upon would challenge not only her role as Lady of Sunspear but also the very core of who she was. The blonde decided to open the letter and opened the paper at a slow pace whilst she could feel fragments of sand beating her face as the wind breezed inside her private room.
Dear Sister,
It has come to my acknowledgement that you had married my former betrothed to replace me as his wife. It surprises me, once I believed you took the vows on your sacred life. My husband, Sor Jorah is rather affectionate and handsome, a fearsome knight, therefore, there is nothing to worry about my safety. The lands of Bear Island are too wild and cold, though. Nonetheless, my husband lavishes me with gold and the fairest wools and fur coats I have ever seen. Please, send my regards to your Lord Husband for me as an insignificant attempt to thank him for his infinite kindness in discontinuing our betrothal and making my marriage possible. I do hope to read if Prince Oberyn is treating you properly. I also believe he will be the one who will finally make a bright smile rise on your face.
Father told me in a letter you were present at the royal wedding of Prince Rhaegar. What is he like? Did you become acquainted with Our Graces? I am eager to know your experience on King’s Landing.
Your beloved sister,
Lady Lynesse of House Mormont.
Melara embraced the letter with a longing tear scrolling down her eyes. Lynesse and Alysanne were the closest of her age of all her siblings and shared the same mother as well. Besides the constant mockery over Melara, Alysanne was rather protective and often told stories about their mother to Lynesse and Melara. The elder sisters often made Melara feel excluded, more of an outsider, for Melara was a quiet person and did not share the interest of playing with dolls and playing with other children of the castle. Still, Lynesse would climb to Melara’s bed on every storm and just laid by her side in silence, holding her hand while they slept because she knew how scared of lightnings and thunders Melara was. Lynesse understood how important the silence was for her. Melara sat on a chair in front of her desk and grabbed two pieces of paper and a feather pencil and began to write.
Sister,
I am glad to know that your Lord Husband treats you well, it earnestly makes my heart relieved to know that you are safe and sound by his side. I pray for the Mother you write me with news that I am to be an aunt, for I truly hope for your happiness. I imagine how cold the North might be, but tales of its beauty always come to my ears. I am sure you will recognise it when the time has come. I will make sure Oberyn knows about your gratitude towards him.
As for me, life in Dorne is not as difficult as I thought it could be. My lord husband is not cruel nor violent towards me. However, the laws and costumes of the country are something beyond my understanding. Oberyn is handsome and a fearsome knight as well, but dismisses any kind of affection, being rather distant from me. It does not bother me, once I still did not find in my heart to love him, but he treats me respectfully and this is more than enough for me.
And I indeed met Prince Rhaegar and Our Grace the Queen. Both of them are ethereally beautiful, but I sense they were slightly sad, even on a wedding day. Princess Elia is a very bright person and very close to Oberyn. I wish I had some sort of clue to his heart and make our relationship as affectionate as yours. King’s Landing would suit you well, once the city is full of eventful streets and the royal castle is full of adventures worthy of the eventful person you are.
I always figured I would never miss our moments in Oldtown, but here am I, shedding some tears as I think of how much I miss you and my former life. I wish I could remain in Oldtown as a Septa, but the Gods are good and knows best about my future. I truly hope to read your response soon.
Your dear sister,
Princess Melara of House Martell
Melara melted the wax and covered it with the sigil of House Martell as she sealed the first letter she wrote. Then, she took the second paper and started writing once more.
My good sister,
It has come to my mind that I never exchanged letters with you and for thus, I must apologise. Since I married your brother, I had a hard time adapting to the intense dornish heat and life as Lady of Sunspear, therefore, I was not able to write for anyone. I pray for the Mother every day your womb will be blessed with a new heir to the Iron Throne very soon and your marriage to Prince Rhaegar grows peaceful and full of love as the days go.
I write this letter with the intention of establishing communication with you on a regular basis, for I wish to nurture a friendship with you. I sincerely hope you found my request reasonable.
Your good sister,
Princess Melara of House Martell.
As she dropped the wax on Elia’s letter to seal it, she heard a knock on her door. “Who is it?” Melara asked, standing and fastly finding something adequate to dress herself.
“It’s me, wife.” Oberyn said behind the door. Melara raised her eyebrows in desperation and tried to look more presentable for her husband, wiping some traces of sweat and braiding her hair .
“Let me look presentable for you first, husband.” Melara said while finishing lacing her dress.
“Melara, there is no need…” His words were quickly shut off once his princess wife opened the door for him.
“Please, come inside.” Melara said, making space for him. He smirked and walked inside her new chambers with a jar and two cups.
“I heard mother has established Sunspear as your home.” He said, walking with his arrogant stride. Melara could see how much Obara resembled him and wondered if her own children would ever resemble Oberyn this much. The princess also rumined if her lord husband was discontent with the new arrangement of her living.
“Is it of your dislike, husband?” Melara asked, calmly trying to disguise her fears.
“In fact not. I suppose it is far easier to have our weekly moment while you are not with child.” He said, placing the jar and cups over the table. “I also agree with mother. Leaving you in the Water Gardens was a mistake. You need to learn how to administrate our household.” And then, he served her a glass of wine. He would never let her serve him and it undeniably confused Melara, for she always believed in the female role of submitting and serving to the husband, not the opposite. “Drink with me.”
Melara nodded and raised her goblet after Oberyn. “To your new chambers.” She drank a sip of her wine, which gave her a slight sensation of refreshment in that hot weather. “I see you wrote letters.”
“Yes,” Melara replied, walking towards the table. “To Lynesse and Elia.”
Oberyn raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Have you two been exchanging letters?”
“Not quite,” Melara admitted. “But I am trying to establish communication with my good sister. It was rather insensitive of me to not send her any letter.”
“Elia is not the type of person who would hold a grudge over such things, my lady.” Oberyn advertised, sitting on a sofa leaned by the wall. “But it is good to know that you are trying to bond with my sister.” His eyes were lost somewhere. Melara knew very little about Oberyn’s emotions, but she knew more than well that Oberyn was a high spirited person, always mischievous and playful before the marriage. After that he became someone else. Melancholic, distant. At least with her. But when she mentioned Elia, Melara could see his pupils dilate and his eyes felt to be at a loss. The blonde asked herself if Oberyn was that numb around Obara and his other daughter.
“Lynesse thanked you over her letter. She said she is safe with her lord husband and is glad for your kindness in ending your betrothal.” Melara said, standing up in front of him.
Oberyn smiled. “Lynesse is a good woman, she deserves to be cherished by a loved husband.” He stood up, left his cup on the floor and touched Melara’s lips, something he would do anytime he wanted to initiate intimacy. Melara was tired and still thinking about how offended she felt by his bastard’s presence, but complied nonetheless. Oberyn started kissing her neck, involving his arms around her waist and undoing the lace of her dress, guiding her to the bed. He was silent the whole moment, but his lips were eager. Kissing her collarbones, squeezing her breasts over the thin fabric of her underwear.
Melara, however, could not stop thinking about what happened at the library earlier. Her mind recollected Obara defying her and telling about her life proudly, being the image of a major threat for her future bloodline. “I saw one of your daughters today.��
The tension between them had been building ever since the encounter with Obara, Oberyn's eldest daughter. Melara had made it clear that she harboured reservations about being around Oberyn's children. Oberyn, however, was fiercely protective of his daughters and resented any implication that they were less than deserving of Melara's respect. As he stopped kissing her, he narrowed his eyes and sat on the bed, intrigued.
“You did so?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I did.” Melara replied, sternly. Oberyn laughed.
“The eldest or the youngest?” The salty prince asked once more.
“She seemed to be around five or six years of age.” The young lady replied, facing down the wooden floor.
“Obara is her name. She resembles me too much.” Oberyn carried a certain proud tone of voice that sickened Melara to the stomach.
“She is a bastard.” Melara pointed out. Oberyn’s grin disappeared.
“And what would exactly change here?” Oberyn asked, trying to control his annoyance.
“How could you allow such disrespect to my person?” Melara frustratedly asked.
Oberyn closed his fists in an act of anger. “Why would my children represent some sort of disrespect to you?”
“It is unacceptable to have your bastards being raised alongside your lady wife.”
Oberyn stood up, his voice carrying the weight of his frustration. "Melara, you knew I had children when we wed. You cannot expect to separate me from them."
Melara dressed in a satin robe as he stood away, her voice cold as ice. "I knew, Oberyn, but I did not expect to be thrust into a family where the bastard children lack any semblance of manners and rub their bastardy on my face."
Oberyn's eyes flared with anger. "They are Dornish, Melara. They are strong, free-spirited, and unapologetic. Just like their father."
Melara gritted her teeth, demonstrating a passive aggressive demeanour. "I did not sign up for this. I am your wife, not their nursemaid."
Oberyn's expression hardened. "They are my blood, Melara. You will show them the respect they deserve." Melara's frustration boiled over, and she covered her eyes with her hands in rage, which surprised Oberyn.
"Respect is earned, Oberyn. It is not granted simply because of blood ties."
The Red Viper, renowned for his quick reflexes, swiftly grabbed Melara by her arms. His voice is low and dangerous. "And what about the respect you owe me, wife? I am your husband, and my daughters are a part of me."
Melara's eyes flashed, and she tried to retreat with fear but it was too late, she had to carry on with her fiery determination. "I owe you respect as my husband, but that does not mean I must blindly accept everything that comes with it. I will not be forced into a role I did not choose."
The clash between husband and wife continued. Oberyn, getting back to his senses, pushed Melara back. She held her arms where he grabbed her and felt the instant pain but stood her ground, swallowing her tears.
"You will not dictate who is a part of my life, Melara. These are my daughters, and you will find a way to coexist with them."
Melara, fueled by her own determination, leaned on her window. "I did not marry you to become a pawn in your familial disputes. I will not be subjected to the chaos of your children. Our future children…"
“Our future children what?” He yelled, infuriated.
Melara had to stand up for herself. “This is an utter disrespect to my person and our future, trueborn children. How can you allow your bastards to grow up here as equals? And if the lords recognise her as your true heir instead of my children?”
Oberyn smiled bitterly. “You would have to be with child first. Something you were not even able to become all this time as my wife!” The fight reached its peak, both Melara and Oberyn locked in a struggle for dominance. Melara let a single tear fall from her eyes in the moment, letting him know he had her weakness. In the end, as the dust settled, they stood facing each other, chests heaving with exasperation from both sides.Oberyn immediately sensed the weight of his rude words to his wife and buried his face in his hands. emotional distance that had grown between them. Melara, her eyes ablaze with defiance, refused to back down.
Melara walked away from the window, a somber expression on her face. "Enough," she said, her voice cutting through the tension. "This is not the way to resolve your differences."
Oberyn, still seething with frustration, fixed up his garments fast. "We will discuss this later," he said, his voice a low growl.
As Oberyn dispersed, he left her chambers in an uneasy silence, the rift between Oberyn and Melara lingered like a shadow over Melara’s head and heart. Melara laid on her and cried silently. She wanted to be closer to Oberyn, but his children out of wedlock were something almost unforgivable to Melara. That was the first time he ever raised his voice and laid his hand on her and it scared Melara, making her wish to be back in Oldtown more than ever, so she would do what she always does when in need: kneel and pray with the seven crystals in her hand, begging for the Father to reason justice in Oberyn’s head. The conflict had laid bare the challenges of blending their lives and families, and the road ahead seemed fraught with uncertainty.
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Father of Dragons By Naerys Blackfyre
FFNet [https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13361968/1/] and AO3 [https://archiveofourown.org/works/19771888/chapters/46804975]
Jonsa, Gendrya, Braime, and RhaEliAnna [Rhaegar x Elia x Lyanna]
"How did you know of this chest Sam?" Jon s eyebrows were drawn together in a frown.
"Hummm…oh uh well Maester Aemon told me to give this chest to you when he died. He said that you would most likely be in need of them." Sam answers with a shrug.
Jon stared at Sam with a frown painted on this face. What could Maester Aemon possibly wanted to give him.
Jonsa, Anti-Dany
This is the true ending of GOT and I can't recommend it enough.
!!!!!
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February recs
Trying something new this month! I've got five top recs below (most of which are quite long, sorry not sorry), but in an attempt to keep my Pinboard more contemporary I've put all of my January bookmarks up at this tag if you're looking for more to read.
Below are recs for: 9-1-1, The Untamed, Game of Thrones, and The Hobbit. And at Pinboard are more recs for 9-1-1, The Untamed, & The Hobbit, plus Batman, Goblin Emperor, KJ Charles, and Star Wars!
Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston (9-1-1, Buck/Eddie)
The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind.
Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do.
Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year.
(Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)
I adore this trope, but this one's got great worldbuilding around the magic, and the author is skilled at combining drama and humor. So you've got the emotions and pining but also Eddie's sisters roasting him via group chat, and so on.
Batting a Buck & Change by Daisies_and_Briars (9-1-1, Buck/Eddie)
“Do you remember that shift where Buck was off and Hen was on mandatory relaxation, and they both got drunk in Hen’s kitchen in the middle of the afternoon while we had to resuscitate a canine?”
Eddie nods vigorously. “Oh, Hoover. I remember Hoover.”
“Why have we never been drunk during a dog resuscitation, Eddie? Have you thought about that?”
“Well now I am.”
“We should call them and let them know that we can have fun on Dads’ Night Out.” Nothing could go wrong.
OR: Eddie and Chim embark on a “Dad’s night out” to watch baseball at a sports bar, and after a few too many, Eddie accidentally lets his feelings for Buck slip.
I am weak for shenanigans and Chimney's keeping-secrets fail - one of his panicked attempts to escape a conversation in this is HYSTERICAL, you'll know the one - and this fic has a top-tier assortment of both, plus a lovely Eddie-Chim friendship/baseball buddies/mutual dad admiration society.
The Pack Survives by astolat (GoT, Robb/everybody)
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival.
—Thornton Wilder
Sprawling AU where the South makes peace and Robb lives - but ends up having to deal with internal rebellion, polyamory negotiation, dragons, and of course, a terrifying army of the dead. Features Robb growing up and making fewer and better mistakes in addition to his usual tactical genius, plus a fantastically sharp Sansa.
Thicker Than Water by athena_crikey (The Untamed, Wangxian)
The Lans were one of the founding families of the Vancouver Guild; part of their legacy is to maintain their place in it for the benefit of all. Cultivation is important, essential, serious.
In the distance, something squeaks.
A disaster, is Lan Zhan’s first impression as the bike squeals to a halt on the far side of Song Lan’s car. The man riding it – and he’s tall, and lanky, and sure-footed – hops off and locks it to the car’s back door. The back door of a police vehicle. He pulls his helmet off to reveal long, sweat-soaked hair with a shaggy undercut, bright grey eyes, and a smile that launches like an arrow straight through Lan Zhan’s chest.
No, he thinks, watching this trainwreck of a man shimmy between the narrow space dividing Song Lan’s back bumper and the next car’s hood like he’s doing some kind of dance step. Absolutely not.
Excellent modern-with-cultivation AU with a gorgeously written Lan Zhan POV - both in terms of the prose and his deep-seated trauma that bubbles up along the way.
A Passion For Mushrooms by Chrononautical (The Hobbit, Bilbo/Thorin)
There are many trials for a hobbit attempting to make a life among dwarves. A hobbit wants a garden. A hobbit wants to eat regular meals. A hobbit wants friends, good books, and comfortable chairs. Bilbo does his best to carve out a little hobbit life for himself in the mountain. If only there were not one final obstacle. For a hobbit heart wants love, and among dwarves that is a sticky subject.
AKA the one with the mushroom mine, more feelings about guilds than I ever imagined having, and some epic cultural misunderstandings (both romantic and otherwise). I'm very much showing up to this widely recced story 6 years late with Starbucks, but it's got fantastic worldbuilding, humor, and romance.
Enjoy the reads! I always like it when people tell me which ones they liked so feel free 😘
#monthly recs#fic rec#9-1-1#buck/eddie#buddie#911#the untamed#wangxian#the hobbit#bilbo/thorin#game of thrones
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