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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your secret relationship with a winterfell guard is threatened when your father promises you to another man, and you spend one last night with your lover. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: koner (game of thrones) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, p in v sex, pet names, slight breeding kink if you squint) lots of crying, adopted!stark reader, mentions of arranged marriage, possessiveness, protective koner my beloved 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: listen i just need a sweet lovesick koner is my life so i wrote it and made it happen hehe enjoy! || follow @cremebruhleewrites to be notified whenever i post a new story!

There was no telling when your tryst with the guard really started. Was it when he bowed to you as you entered the grounds of Winterfell, keeping his moonish dark eyes trained on your face and mumbling “My lady”, and you smiled back at him? You weren’t a Stark by blood, only by name— Eddard had found you in the rubble of a fallen kingdom and brought you back to Winterfell to live as a princess— and most times, it was obvious that Sansa and Arya weren’t your real sisters. They were kind for the most part, but they didn’t smile at guards, and neither did you. But something about him had made you say, “You. Your name?” “K-Koner, my lady,” he had replied, and your smile grew.

Or was it the first real conversation you shared, sneaking around the kitchen at night and getting caught by him, only to share a sweet tart and whisper about everything and nothing? You had sat on the floor, your nightgown pooling around you as he removed his cowl from his head and stifled laughter as you dribbled the sweet juice in your lap. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t…” you had started, and Koner had tilted his head, expecting more. “You know. A princess. A lady. I wish I was just a girl.” And he had replied, “I’ll never call you any of that ever again.” And he hadn’t. From that moment on, when you were alone, you were simply “Girl”.

Maybe the start was your first kiss. There had been a large dinner, some sort of celebration, and Koner had complimented your dress, only for you to compliment his polished armor and the sword hanging at his side. He had looked around at the bustling dinner and his hand had delicately slipped into yours, and he tugged you out of the dining hall and into the darkened corridor. He pushed you into a corner and nestled his lips against yours and, even though you had never kissed anyone before that, your body reacted, and you threw your arms around his neck and tugged him down to kiss you even deeper.

Whatever the first moment was, it all culminated in one cold night in the winter. Your fire was low as you tried to sleep, but a raging snowstorm battled against your window and kept you awake. If you weren’t awake, you might have not heard the creak of your chamber door. “Who’s there?” you called, sitting up and tugging the linens and silks up to hide your body. “Hello?”

“It’s only me, girl,” Koner’s voice came to you, and your heart fluttered. “May I enter?”

“Yes,” you told him, and he had stepped into your chambers, being quick to shut the door behind himself. Something about seeing your Koner in the low light of the dying fire was invigorating, and you sat onto your knees, beckoning him closer. He removed his gloves and tucked them into a pocket of his cloak, and you shivered when his warm hands touched your cheek. You both knew what he was there for, his intentions not easily hidden, and you had breathed a sigh before whispering, “Kiss me.”

He fell into your bed with ease, as if he was made to live there. That first night, you had clutched the back of his neck and his shoulders as he fucked you, his mouth exploring everywhere he could reach. Koner wasn’t the least bit respectful with the way he fucked you, spitting on your cunt and sliding into you, but he promised you on each huffed breath that, next time, he would be better. “But for now,” he said, and he bit at your neck. “I just need to feel you.”

From then on, meeting was a nightly affair. During the day, you would see your lover around the grounds of the castle, and he would wink one of those beautiful dark eyes at you if he caught you staring for too long. It always filled your chest with warmth to imagine the things he was thinking about you, and he always delivered answers to your curiosity at night. His thoughts, according to him, were never innocent, always about how best to fuck you, and you couldn’t help your gleeful laughter whenever Koner proudly told you “I thought of this all day”.

After he would fuck you, you had a routine of laying together in your bed, his big, warm arms holding you tightly as he kissed your head and whispered to you about how his day was going. You would tell him all about your day as well, and the conversation always turned to how much you missed each other. He would kiss you and promise you that, one day, you would be allowed to see him. “Maybe I’d be allowed to court you,” he said, his fingers lightly tracing your bare skin. “I know that’s not true, but—“

“Maybe someday,” you interjected. “Maybe someday, my family will let you court me. Or we could just run away together to a new kingdom.” Koner smiled with you, and he kissed your hair.

The nights always ended as the faintest hint of sunlight peeked at your window, and Koner had to go about getting dressed once more. You always tried to postpone his leaving, grabbing his wrist or kissing him or any litany of other distractions, but Koner always had to break your heart and leave. “If I’m caught in your chambers, your father would kill me,” he told you one night, his hands grabbing at your face. “And he really would do it.”

You had no doubts about that, but it still made your heart shatter with every reminder. Koner was a guard, you were a princess; it was doomed from the very moment he laid his dark eyes on you. “I love you,” you would tell him, and he would kiss you hard, trying to imbue every inch of his love into your body.

“I love you too.”

You heard the solid thud of your door as it began to open, and your heart beat quickly inside your chest. You weren’t in bed, as was usual; instead, you were sitting on the finely woven rug in front of your fire, watching the flames lick at the stone wall of the fireplace. It was the most you could do to keep from crying all night, waiting on Koner and watching the fire.

“It’s only me, girl,” Koner’s voice came to you in a whisper, and you sniffled, not even turning to him. “My girl?”

“Here,” you said softly, and you heard the door close again behind you. His leather armor squeaked as he settled it on the floor next to your bed, and, before you were quite ready for him, his scent surrounded you. He smelled like the outdoors, pine and soil and smoke and the musk of his own skin, and his arms were strong as he held you.

“Is something the matter?” Koner whispered, his voice hardly beating the crackling of the fire. “You look sad.”

You turned to face him at his place behind you, and you chewed your lip as you looked at him, in his thin undershirt and trousers, his hair matted and tousled from his cowl. The sight of your man, strong but thin, lovely but dirty, made your tears return, and you turned and threw yourself onto him. “Oh, Koner!” you sobbed into his chest, and he held you tight, despite not knowing the reason for your tears.

“What’s wrong?” Koner asked. “Have you been hurt?”

“No,” you whimpered. Then, a moment passed where you thought about it, really thought about it, and you sobbed, “Yes!”

“Where?” Koner asked instantly, his trained duties returning to him. His hands began to search your body, looking for any injury, and he added, “Who did it?”

“No, my love,” you sniffled. “I-I mean… My father, he-he told me today… I was married. The deal went through this morning, and I-I leave tomorrow for the new kingdom to meet my husband.”

“Who is it?” Koner asked, his chest heaving as he breathed. “What’s his name?”

“Does it matter?” you asked, your voice watery as you held back sobs, and Koner clenched his teeth and grabbed your arms tightly.

“Yes!” He said. “Of course it matters! It matters to me! The bastard taking you away from me, I deserve to know his name.”

“I don’t even know it,” you told him. “I-It’s a political marriage, Koner, you have to know that it means nothing to me.”

“That’s not the point!” Koner cried, exasperated. “The point is that you’re going to marry this dog, and I can’t follow you to your new home. I belong to the land, not to you. I’m not one of your maids, I won’t be coming with you. He’s taking you away from me, and I…” He stopped, his eyes darting everywhere in your room but you, and you put your hands on his cheeks, pulling him in close.

“Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do,” you told him in a hushed tone. “I love you.”

Koner nodded in agreement, and he pressed his hand to your cheek, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “I love you too,” he told you, his voice soft over the crackling of the fire. “We’ll find a way. I swear it.”

He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, and you grabbed at him quickly to tug him closer. His hand on your face was commanding, drawing you closer and closer into him, and he whispered a hushed “Fuck” against your lips.

Without a word, his hands fell to your hips, and he pulled you on top of him, your legs straddling his waist as the kiss deepened. Koner held you reverently, his grip gentle but heavy, as his mouth moved against yours, licking up into you and tasting you, and you rolled your hips down onto his. You could feel his erection through his thin trousers already, and you couldn’t help but smile at it.

“Excited to see me?” you whispered, and Koner chased you back into the messy kiss, his fingers digging hard into your thighs.

“Of course,” Koner told you. “Always.”

You clutched at his shoulders as his tongue claimed your mouth again, and you moaned softly. There was no sensation quite like kissing your lover, but an ache persisted in your chest. You didn’t want to think that it would be the last time, but you worried incessantly that it might be. The consideration that this night might be your last was enough to make you feel sick, and you felt a tear slip from your eye as you kissed him.

You hid your tears well enough, Koner’s eyes closed as he kissed you, and he took your bottom lip between his teeth and gently sucked for a moment before releasing you. His eyes fluttered open, already drunk on your kisses, and he silently wiped your tears away with his fingers. “I’ll find a way,” he told you. His hands busied themselves with your nightgown, and he bunched the fabric up at your waist so that his fingers could touch your quivering cunt. “Even if it kills me, I’ll find a way to be with you.”

One arm around his shoulders, the other touching his chest, you pressed your forehead against his and kissed his lips once more. His fingers deftly stroked your soaked skin, and he opened his mouth against yours in a quiet laugh as he plunged his first finger inside you. “Oh, my girl,” he whispered. “Already sopping wet; I ought to take pity on you and take you here on this rug.”

“Please,” you whispered shakily. “I need you, I can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes, you can,” Koner chuckled. “You’ll wait all night if I tell you to.”

“Are you commanding me?” you giggled. “Who are you to give me orders?”

Another finger quickly joined his first, and he crooked them up inside you to bury into that spot that made you whimper. Your head fell back at the pleasure that rocked your core, and Koner smiled, pleased with himself for resolving you down to nothing using only his fingers.

“I’m your man,” Koner told you. “I’m the one who fucks you until you have nothing to say, until you have nothing in your brain. I think I’m more than qualified to give you orders.”

“Fuck me,” you gasped. “Koner, my love, please fuck me.”

“Aw,” Koner pouted playfully. “You said please. You sound like a desperate whore.”

“Maybe I am,” you replied. “Only you know for sure.”

Koner huffed a laugh out of his nose, and he conceded. “Yes, my love, you’re one desperate whore,” he told you, and he stole a kiss before pulling his fingers from you and redirecting his attention to his trousers, undoing the lacing at the top that kept his cock confined. “But you’re mine.”

“All yours,” you breathed, and you watched as Koner tugged out his cock. Thick and long, flushed red; the delicious sight made your heart slam against your ribcage. You greedily watched as he stroked himself for a few beats, hissing a bit through his teeth as his thumb swiped the leaking head of his cock, and he finally looked at you with those round eyes.

You didn’t need to speak as you settled yourself on top of him, and you took his cock in your hand. Silently, you positioned him at your wet entrance, a small bundle of anxiousness and excitement nestled in your lower belly, and you slowly sank yourself onto his cock. You moaned softly as he stretched and filled you, the familiar sting of it more than beautiful, and Koner’s cheeks grew rosy as he felt your walls pulse around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “My girl, yes… Just like that.”

“Koner,” you whined softly, and his mouth captured yours in a kiss again. His hand rested on the back of your head as he kissed you, and you gasped into his mouth as you felt him settle fully inside you, his cock nestled deep. “My love…”

Koner shushed you gently, his hand stroking and smoothing down your hair, and he stole a kiss as he slowly rolled his hips up into you. You both were quick to find a rhythm, your bodies moving together and feeling together, and you couldn’t help your moans as he fucked you. You buried your face in his strong neck to try to dampen your moans, and he held you close to him, kissing the side of your face. “My sweetheart,” he whispered. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“You feel better,” you whispered, and Koner was quick to hook an arm under your leg, and he manhandled you to the floor, your back rubbing against the woven rug. His hand didn’t abandon your leg once he was settled over you; instead, he tugged your leg higher to rest against his shoulder, and he kissed at your bare thigh.

“You hug my cock so well,” Koner told you, and he began to properly fuck you, a blush rising from his chest onto his neck. Your hands grappled with his shirt, tugging the fabric up and over his head, and you smoothed your hands down his firm and built body. You often forgot that your Koner was a trained guard, skilled in combat and deadly with a sword, and seeing his muscles always reminded you of what a handsome man you had.

You watched a drip of sweat fall from his curls, and you breathed heavily as you found purchase in his hair. He panted as he fucked you, swiping down to steal kisses as his cock speared in and out of you, and you sobbed at each deep thrust that threatened to split you in two. He was rougher tonight than ever before, holding your leg up to fuck you deep, his balls hitting your ass with every thrust. It was loud and sloppy, not the beautiful thing you were used to, and you gasped, “Koner, my love, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“You’re just—” you started, and the smooth skin of his hip rubbed right against your clit, the patch of hair at the top of his cock aiding in the stimulation. You cried out at the feeling, your walls squeezing his cock tight, and your words came out in a stutter when you spoke. “F-Fucking me so hard. Wh-What’s wrong?”

“I need you to feel me,” Koner said. “I need you to ache with the memory of me, I need you to be filled with my seed when your new husband tries to claim you. I need you to feel me and only me; not him, never him. Only me. And the best way for you to never forget how I feel is if I fuck you into next week.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his last statement, but you pressed your forehead against his and kissed him long and hard, his plush lips pressed sweetly against yours. “I love you,” you whispered. “I love only you.”

“Only me,” Koner whispered. “Gods, my love, I’m close.”

“Already?” you giggled lightly, and Koner rolled his eyes.

“It never takes long with you,” he said, and his hand abandoned your leg to grab at your nightgown, still bunched up around your hips. Koner worked quickly to tug it over your head, freeing your entire body to him, and his mouth attached to your soft chest. He sucked a mark just over your collarbone, branding you as his, and you hissed when his teeth added with his lips.

“Now he’ll know,” Koner said. “Now he’ll see you belong to somebody else.”

“My love,” you whimpered out. His body was still pleasuring yours, his hips rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves with every mean thrust in, and you said, “I’m close too.”

“I’m finishing inside you,” Koner told you. “Need to claim you one last time.”

“Please,” you breathed. “Do it, I’m yours.”

“Mine,” Koner hissed, grabbing your hips and shoving himself far inside you, burying himself up to the hilt. His balls nestled against your ass, and you felt him twitch inside you before the red flush pinched at his cheeks and ears. His face relaxed, his eyes closing and his mouth falling open, and he moaned deep inside his chest as he filled you.

The warmth of his release inside you made you squeal as it drew you to your end as well, and your cunt hugged him tight, milking him for every last drop. Koner’s head dropped into your neck as he panted and tried to regain some semblance of control, but his hips stuttered and his cock flexed against your sticky walls.

You breathed together, your heartbeats matching each other as you laid naked and prone on the rug, the fire still crackling beside you. Delicately, you pushed one of his errant curls back, and you molded your hand to the back of his head as you pulled him down into a kiss. It was slow, languid, beautiful, and, when Koner pulled away, you opened your eyes to see his own eyes wide and blown-out. You couldn’t help but smile at the look of it, and Koner chuckled lightly.

“My girl,” he whispered. “I’ll never forget your smile.”

“Maybe I’ll come back to Winterfell one day,” you told him. “Maybe I’ll visit and we can be together, if only for a night.”

“One night is all I’ll need,” Koner said. “I adore you, my girl. I’ll never find another like you.”

“Oh, Koner,” you cooed softly, a frown overtaking your face. “But you must! Don’t close your heart off for me!”

“My heart has been closed for others the very first day you looked at me,” Koner said. “Your first day in Winterfell, you were so gorgeous. We were young then, only children, but I knew that there was no other woman for me.”

“Children?” you echoed, and Koner nodded.

“Young little creatures,” Koner chuckled. “And now look at us.”

You sniffled back your tears, and you pressed your hand to his cheek, feeling the rough beginnings of facial hair on his skin. “I love you,” you said. “I love only you.”

“Only you,” Koner nodded, and he stole one last kiss to your mouth. “It’s only ever been you, my girl.”

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ercklln · 2 years

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winter nights | koner pt. 1

SUMMARY : set to travel to winterfell, you’re a noble lady on a small convoy in the secluded dirt road when bandits came ambushing you and your men. your two guards were killed and you’re left to run away into the woods as they chase you only to be saved by a winterfell soldier. who’d change your world entirely.

koner x fem! reader

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GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : assault, violence, gore and smut (oral sex; f! receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, slight corruption kink, breeding kink & loss of virginity)

WORD COUNT : 10.47k

a/n: s(creaming)

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“a nearby inn should be close, m’lady.”

the soldier quipped, the cold air brushing the soft skin of your face. you shivered, snow seized to be in your vision as your white mare huffed alongside your breathy sigh. the cloth of furs draping over your body were a comfort as this convey you’ve set on was tiring and undoubtedly cold. you don’t know how many days you’ve been riding with two of the soldiers your father commanded to accompany you, all you had in mind was to arrive tomorrow as early as possible for sansa.

“we’ll be by winterfell tomorrow?” you asked, licking your lips, feeling the coldness chap them. you were thankful to have your cloak on as you couldn’t imagine wanting frostbite on the tips of your ears. you’ve seen worse on soldiers before, not a pretty sight.

“should be, m’lady. once we settle in for the night, we’ll get there in no time.” your other soldier answered, you nodded, gloved hands clutching the leather reins. you wanted to visit lady sansa stark ever since the heavy occurrences had happened, the whole of westeros was still healing and the snow of the north still embodied the frozen chill of what had tragically happened. your father had complained to give you a bigger convey and a carriage to escort you but you declined, knowing well a big attraction would gain the attention of bandits and thieves. and as defenseless you are, two soldiers were enough to protect you from anything.

“might i ask, m’lady, what is your business in winterfell? it’s no common convoy for a lady like you to be traveling in a small group.” the older man asked, turning his head back at you with a smile.

“just meeting an old friend.” you simply replied, offering a small smile in return. “it’s been a while since i’ve been in winterfell.” you added softly.

“are you to be wedded, m’lady?” the younger one asked with a smug grin. the urge to roll your eyes was at the verge, the older one seem to sense your annoyance as he let out a gruff chuckle. men.

“no.” you shake your head, focusing ahead as the sound of hooves dragging on the snow thickened. the two men continued on in front of you, idling a conversation about the younger one’s opinion about the maid he had been fucking. it was annoying to hear men chatter about, but you were used to it. not a day goes by where women are seen to be a object for all men, it angered you greatly but it is how things are seen still. being a daughter to a noble house made it worse knowing your duty was to be a wife for a wealthy lord, give him heirs and be a great daughter to your house. a literal broodmare you were.

you let out a sigh, creating a tiny fog as you turned your head to see the snowy trees above you. you always admired the white snow, soft and beautiful yet deadly cold. you remembered your childhood days when you were playing around with sansa or even arya when the snow got too thick after a night’s storm. snowmans and creating snow angels, it put a smile on your face as you gazed upon ahead until a sudden ruffle in the bushes made you sharply turn your head to the direction of it.

“halt.” the older soldier put his gloved hand up as you pulled the reins to stop. he had sense it too, the sudden noise. “keep your ears open, lad.” he turned to the young soldier as he nodded.

“direwolf?” you asked, knowing the woods hold in a number of beasts. wolves, bears or what.

“could be. but no pack has set it’s territory here.” the older man snickered, glaring at the bushes. you gripped the reins tight, an unknowing dread lurking in from the back of your neck. whatever it is, you didn’t like the idea of something is ambushing the three of you.

“should i check it out?” the younger lad gripped the heel of his sword, the older one shook his head as no other rustle in the bush was emitted. could be a hare or some squirrel by the looks of it maybe. a mild relief settled in as the older soldier continued the path.

“just some animal, m’lady.” the older man assured, you nodded as you gently assured your horse to continue the dirt path.

“are you sure?” you asked cautiously. a snort erupted from the younger one as you mildly glared at him.

“little lady is scared.” he teased as the older one chuckled loudly before adding cockily. “we got the swords and arms, m’lady. you’ll be safe.” they payed no attention to you as they continued ahead, engaging in the conversation before.

you shivered again, eyes looking to the side cautiously, that gut feeling in your stomach still there. you didn’t like how nervous you are now, but who wouldn’t fear of something lurking in the woods when night seems to be falling soon, wishing the inn would be near.

rustle. there it was again. your ears picked up the sound of leaves rustling from the sides, your heart thumped against your ribcage as your two soldiers were chatting and laughing out loud now. completely unaware of your discomfort. your brows furrowed for a second as you tried to ignore it, overthinking wasn’t the best option now as you looked up ahead. the trees shading, snow falling from the sides as the gust of wind caressed your cheeks. it felt tense, quiet even, only the sound of your men’s chatter filling the void as you held in your breath. seconds passed, you breathed out until—

the sound of an arrow and a scream erupted.

“lad!?” the older man yanked the reins of his horse as the young soldier’s shoulder was struck by an arrow. your eyes widened as you too had stopped abruptly, making your mare shriek. the young lad yelled as he held the arrow, blood marking the cloth on his shoulder. you held in your breath as the rustle in the bushes grew louder, the older knight shouted at you to stay put as the young lad frantically tried to pry off the arrow. you grimaced, noting as the older man had gone off his horse as the sound of two or three men shouting came in. bandits.

“keep the lady safe!” the older one shouted, wielding out his sword as the young one nodded, grimacing as he threw the bloodied arrow away. you got off your mare, holding her reins as you tried to back away seeing as the older one fended himself as those three bandits started to clash their swords with him. you held your breath, seeing as your two soldiers tried to fend off the scums. the older soldier managed to slice off one, hitting him in the chest, the young one though had trouble swinging his right arm due to the shoulder wound. the archer had a good eye aiming for his weak spots, you stood silent, backing away slowly as you can hear the young soldier struggle as he was repeatedly being clashed. you couldn’t look, knowing well one out of two are wounded, three being in the lead of the fight. you heard it, the sound of flesh being sliced, the blood curling scream of the young soldier.

“fuck!” the older one grunted as the bandits started to swarm on him now, you gasped as you shakily looked to the older soldier as he locked eyes with you, the undoubtedly familiar glint he wasn’t going to survive this and neither can you. in both of your dismay, one bandit seem to notice you as he smirked darkly, stalking towards you hopped on your horse. turning around to see from the back of the road, a few number of bandits on guard. they had this planned.

“run, m’lady. run!” the older soldier shouted after being pushed to the ground. you didn’t think twice, racing your horse into the woods, you huffed hearing as the bandits shouted to chase after you. your mare shrieked as you guided yourself from hitting the trees passing your way. if one thing you were good at, was horseback, you rode into the snowy woods, not turning around as you feared they’d catch up. you almost saw a opening on the other side, leading to another road making your heart skip a beat.

“there’s the pretty lady!” you heard from behind, making your heart thump in fear as you rode faster. the snow was thick, your horse was having trouble guiding itself in the obstacles and you were in the verge of tears.

“she’ll be a pretty ransom. won’t she, boys?” suddenly, your horse shrieked loudly making the both of you stumble upon a log. you yelped, landing on the snow as your horse was struck on the it’s hind leg with the same arrow. you grunted in pain, picking yourself up as your horse ran away making you tremble as you stood up and ran for it. fuck!

“fucking heels.” you gritted your teeth, bunching your dress up to run. you huffed, the tiredness getting to you. the overwhelming heat your body was producing due to the layers you have making it all exhausting to run. tears pooled in your eyes as you couldn’t take it anymore, your knees gave up, legs wobbly underneath the furs and silken dress as you hid yourself behind a large tree. your breaths were uneven, you clamp a hand over your mouth to silence the heavy breathing as you prayed to the old and new gods for safety.

“where’s the fucking bitch? sneaky one, i tell ‘ya.” heavy footsteps were heard, the sound of snow scrunching made you shiver. fear coursing through your head. each step came closer and closer and you had to bolt somehow. you glance frantically, grabbing a large rock, the same crunch of the snow neared your side. you braced yourself, waiting with a cold breath as the shadow loomed over you.

“i think—“ before the bandit could even glance at you, you jabbed the rock between his eyes as he let out a guttural screech of pain as blood drip down his face from the impact. you drop the rock, running to the other side yet was stopped as a hand harshly grabbed your arm turning you around as you were caged between the body of one man. a dagger pointed directly up your throat, you froze, your breaths labored as the two men laughed as the other nursed his injured forehead and nose.

“fucking whore broke my nose!” he roared.

“let me go!” you yelled, wiggling in the grasp. sobbing as you were defenseless with no other weapon. the man held the blade tightly up your throat, signaling you to shut up as you cried pathetically.

“caught a posh little lamb. and a beauty as well.” one bandit commented looking at your figure from up and down. you gulped, a uneasy feeling in your stomach.

you begged. “please, i have coin. if you want—“

“say your daddy might pay for you? or we can sell you into a whorehouse with that face of yours or we could keep ‘ya.” the man laughed as you shook your head, lips trembling, tears staining your cheeks as you pleaded.

“p-please.” you sobbed, the other man’s grasp around making you want to puke. you’ll die, here and now. or even worse what ever they can think to do to you.

“take her to the wagon.” the man commanded the one holding you. your eyes widened as you yelled for them to stop as they started moving.

“let me go!” you shouted furiously. the man behind you glared as he forcefully tried to carry you.

“shut up—“

“what’s going on here?” another voice interrupted as all heads turned. your breath seized, a surge of hope erupted in your veins as you looked up to see the familiar black armor of a winterfell soldier. your eyes were desperate, the young soldier seemed to observe the situation first as he met your eyes. big brown eyes laced with suspicion stared at you as you struggled in the death grip. something clicked in his gaze. your lips trembled as you wanted to shout but knowing the man behind you would cut your throat if you ever did.

“nothing at all. why don’t you fuck off, eh?” the bandit scoffed as the young winterfell soldier momentarily held your gaze before turning to the man. hand resting upon his sword.

“seems like there’s something. let the lady go.” he commanded, gesturing to you. “i can pay you lots and fuck off as well, ey? let the lady go.” his voice dropped, noting he was serious.

the bandits laughed as their leader shake his head. fishing out a dagger as he grinned widely towards the young soldier. “you’re just some winterfell foot soldier, might as well cut you up and be with it.”

“please.” you uttered weakly to the soldier. he nodded, as the two bandits started rounding up on him. you closed your eyes, not wanting to see it. your two soldiers were dead just by those men, what more of a young soldier? you can hear the clashes, tears drip down your cheeks as the man behind you gripped you tighter, a blood curling scream echoed the snowy forest and you grimaced hearing the sound of flesh being ripped.

“fuck me. h-he’s killed them!” the man behind you uttered nervously. confused, you looked up, seeing the winterfell soldier drove the tip of his sword to the neck of the kneeling bandit. blood coating his sword, no trace of any blood. the other one was laying on the snow, face front, crimson painting the white ground as you let out a sigh of relief. you looked to the young soldier as he pulled his sword out to stalk towards you and the remaining bandit, clear intent to slash the man behind you. the harsh grip lessened as you managed to free yourself from the grasp of the man before the he came sprinting away with trembling curses. going back into the other part of the woods, you huffed, watching him cowardly run off, your attention now to the rip of your stupid dress.

“this damn dress!” you annoyingly sighed, holding yourself upon the bark of the tree, knees almost giving out as you tried to stand still but you wobbled, feeling the aftermath when you had fallen off your mare and the fatigue.

“are you alright, m’lady?” the voice of the winterfell soldier made you turn around as he worriedly checked on you. you blushed as you were met with these gorgeous brown eyes as he asked again. “can you walk?”

you dumbly stared upon him, the adrenaline still coursing in your veins as you licked your chapped lips. embarrassed at most parts but grateful he had saved you. he was handsome, you noted, cheeks flushed red, doe eyes laced with worrisome, broad nose and defined jaw, brown curls you could see from the helm he was wearing. a stature of a man who trained everyday, tall and well-built even if he was in armor. a handsome soldier. you realized the minor silence as you stuttered out, glowing knowing you had just found the man who saved you attractive.

“i-i’m alright. just tired of r-running.” you weakly said, still scared what just happened to you. your horse was gone and here you are, blushing at a mere winterfell soldier. “and thank you so much for saving me...?”

“a-ah, koner, m’lady.” he bowed as he smiled at you. your stomach churn with that fluttery feeling. “i was nearby and saw a white mare by the road. is it perhaps yours?”

“thank you, koner.” you smiled using his name and nodded. “and yes, it is. is she…?”

“injured, but i’ve got her. bloody arrow on her leg, i pulled it out and patched her up.” he chuckled awkwardly. you nodded shyly as you tried to take a step forward yet stumbled a bit as your vision went a bit blurry. you shivered as suddenly a big warmth envelop your body, an arm wrapped around your back as you stuttered out an apology for being clumsy. you looked upon koner who was still had a worried expression plastered across his face. how cute.

“i-i apologize. i’m not used to this.” you trembled as koner helped you stay upright. your hands on his plated chest to keep you steady. normally, you never had been this close to a man before, let alone a soldier but something about his gentle grip around you made your heart thump faster than ever but the voice inside your head said otherwise. this is wrong.

“it’s no worries. let me help you.” he whispered, the closeness overwhelming your senses as his hand squeezed the side of your waist, bundle of nerves tickling you there. “can i?”

you stammered. “i— yes. you can, o-oh!”

your eyes widened as you were hoisted up in his arms. both of his strong arms carrying you like a princess. your face went warm, your gloved hands encircled his neck as koner didn’t budge a bit making you feel rather worried if you were too heavy for him.

“you could’ve just help me walk there.” you muttered shyly as he walked the two of you up the trees, back to the other road. koner let out a chuckle as he shook his head. never in his life did he get to a carry a pretty lady in his arms but now, he might have hit jackpot for carrying a pretty noble lady this day. he had been riding nearby, bored out of his wits as to why he gotten too far. the woods were fairly quiet in this part as he had always ridden through here since he was a lad. yet the white mare running out of nowhere made him curious seeing it out of the blue. and the muffled screams of your pleas done it for him. you were lucky, if he weren’t there then things would’ve gotten worser.

and gods, you were beautiful. he recognizes you fairly, he knows you’re from a minor house close ties with house stark, he doesn’t remember much but he surely remembers seeing you and sansa back in the days when you were still little ladies and him, helping his mother in the kitchen while carrying a sack of potatoes. and now, a fluttery feeling arose in his chest seeing you slyly nuzzle yourself in his chest, the warmth he was emitting too comfortable for you not to bask in.

“your knees gave out and you’re struggling to walk with your heavy dress. this is fine, m’lady.” he commented as you glared at him. the shyness still in you as you looked away. koner hid a smile, navigating out from the trees to now an open snowy dirt road wherein your mare was waiting patiently alongside a black horse, his you assumed.

“i think i can walk n-now. thank you again, koner.” you stuttered, the cold still bothering you. he shook his head again, noticing how shyly stubborn you are.

“nonsense. you’ll be riding with me on my steed, m’lady. your horse is injured and i can’t have you navigating on your own.” he declared, setting you down in front of his horse. you couldn’t say anything else other than be grateful he was helping you. you nodded as he helped you up his horse. hands grasping the side of your waists so gentle, you couldn’t help but feel flustered again. you sat perfectly on the saddle, adjusting yourself as you watch him tend to your mare. making sure she’ll follow the both of you.

“you’re a winterfell soldier? are you perhaps riding back to winterfell? ” you asked as he finally seated himself behind you.

“sworn to house stark, m’lady. and yes, i am.” he replied as he leaned forward to grab the reins. you felt fluttery again, his plated chest brushing against your back and the heat of his gentle breath brushing against your ear as he pulled back, making you gulp.

“you have my biggest thanks, koner.” you said with much gratitude.

“just being a good soldier, m’lady.” he chuckled behind you. you could feel him pull the reins as his horse started walking to the direction ahead. you sighed blissfully, feeling worn out and tired. you hadn’t planned running into the fucking woods with bandits chasing you and a handsome soldier coming into your rescue, it’d be one hell of a tale you could tell sansa about. your father on the other hand might scream his head off telling you he was right to give you a carriage ride.

“if i may ask, m’lady. what were you doing in the woods?” koner grunted from behind. you stiffened, shrugging.

“ambushed while riding to winterfell. i hadn’t expected bandits in this side of the road. my two men were dead already and i just ran for it.” you explained, letting out a shaky sigh.

koner blinked. “to winterfell you were heading?”

“i’m just visiting.” you smiled, looking back at him. “i promised your queen to visit her once in a while. i haven’t been there since forever.” you sadly added, koner seemed to grasp your meaning. he nodded, eyes focusing on the road.

“and you?” you boldly asked, eyeing him. “what are you doing here? outside of winterfell?”

“what’s there to know for a mere soldier, m’lady?” he chuckled.

“plenty.” you grinned, your back brushing against his chest. “soldiers have interesting tales to tell and stories to spew. other than battle or wars or such.”

“i’m afraid i lack those qualities.” he countered as you shook your head.

“there’s no harm to tell me who you are, koner.” you assured. “out here, i’m not a lady of my house for once.” you added shyly, it was good to ride alone without the same old conversation you’d hear from your family’s lips. the reminder of duty, the etiquette and all other shit you were raised to do. all complete bullshit.

“you are still a lady to me.” he softly said, looking at you as he gave in. “i got tired of guard duty, wanted to ride outside of the walls for once. and maybe save some pretty lady from bandits.”

pretty. your cheeks warmth as you looked back to the road as you muttered at his tease. “you expected so?”

“my expectations were satisfied to say, m’lady.” he whispered, tone lower than he intended. every step of the horse had you two gently brushing against each other, koner seemed to enjoy the shyness you radiated as he held back a smile.

“please.” you leaned back a bit as you met his eyes again with a fluttery heart, wanting him to use your name than just some title. “y-y/n will do just fine.”

he blinked, looking at your eyes then to your slightly ajar lips. a little pouty and wet, he gulped, staring at them. blood rushed through his veins then down to his trousers as he blushed at the obscure thought. it was such a danger how close you are to him when he can smell the scented fragrant oils you wore were making him dizzy. all innocent, pure, is what he can describe the look on your face and he felt ashamed the way he was thinking about you now.

he yearned yet reality reminded him, what would a lady like you be with a man like him? a young soldier, who grew up in a barn, knowing nothing to please a woman or even court a woman like you. it’s forbidden, he reminded himself as he ignored the thump of his heart and the uneasiness down his trousers.

“then lady y/n it is.” he teased, snapping out of his thoughts as you frowned at him cutely.

“i suppose that’ll work.” you mumbled at him as he let out a small laugh. half of the ride consisted mostly of your conversation with koner. you liked him, the way he just seemingly comforted you. talks that held no restraints, no lies or deceits. it felt oddly good how you seemed to slowly know him, he got comfortable telling he grew up in winterfell for most of his life. his mother was a cook serving under house stark and his father was a soldier as well. he had siblings, all of them still young and he was the oldest, helping his family whatever he can do. and you, spewing some stories about your time with your own family.

“night’s nearing.” he gazed upon the horizon, the snow still falling from the sky. as he huffed out, a smoke clouding his face. you seem to glimpse a warm light nearing, craning your neck to see it clearly.

“that should be an tavern.” you pointed.

“if we continue to winterfell now, i don’t think it’ll be safe to go against a snowstorm.” he says, seeing as the clouds form above. “we’ll settle by the inn?” he nods towards the warming light amidst the snow. the sound of men laughing faint in the distance.

“that’s for the best, we can ride by morning.” you agreed as he directed the horses to there. the wind getting stronger and the coldness of the nearing night making you shiver. you drap your fur cloak tighter against your body, subtle warmth koner was emitting helping a bit as you can hear the loud chorus of men laughing and talking.

“seems like a merry night.” he chuckled as he stopped the horse, getting off as you patiently waited for him to guide your injured mare to one of the inn’s stable boys who gladly took her in. the inn was big, must have been a spot for frequent travelers. koner turned his attention to you, grasping your waist again as he helped you get off the horse.

“easy, love.” he muttered, standing in front of him. you thanked him as he guided you to the tavern’s door. you were met with the inn’s warmth, the heat of the lit fireplace setting a cozy ambiance as several men and women were drinking inside. koner stood beside you as his hand brushed against your back, guiding you two in a vacant seat. you pried off your cloak, setting the fur beside you as koner sat in front, his helmet placed neatly on the table. his set of dark locks were displayed as you glanced at him noticing the way he was observing the busy tavern.

“you two together?” a cheery voice interrupted the silence as you looked up to see a bar maiden.

“ah, yes. any rooms left for the lady?” he asked, gesturing to you.

“got one more room vacant, lad.”

“no other rooms for him?” you raised a brow as koner flushed embarrassed you were going to pay a room for him.

“i’ll be sleeping at the stables—“

“nonsense. let me repay you.” you urged, fishing out the pocket of coins in your cloak. koner was about to protest but you shushed him with a solemn look. “it’s the least i can do.”

“thank you.” koner nodded, his chest fluttered at your kindness as he looked away. feeling flustered as the woman in front of you smiled.

“i’m afraid we’re almost booked full, m’lady. as i said, i got one room vacant left.” the bar maiden offered. “but there’s no harm in sharing, you two are together, right?” your eyes widened slightly as the woman smiled at the two of you. koner seemed awkward knowing what the lady is truly implying.

“we’re not—“ you blushed yet held yourself back. “the room is fine. i-i suppose that’ll do.” you stammered as the bar maiden nodded as you handed her the coin pouch. “and a bath please. for both of us. and whatever stew you have and your finest ale.”

“yes, m’lady.” the woman scurried off, leaving a trail of awkwardness behind as you looked over to koner. you cleared your throat, the loud thump of your heart not stopping as he let out a chuckle.

“have you been here before?” you broke the awkwardness, glancing at the whole tavern. different faces of soldiers, travelers and even a few drunks roamed it.

“a few times.” koner leaned back, getting comfortable. “been here to get drunk.”

“this far from winterfell to get drunk?” you laughed.

“they got the best ale.” he shrugged, smiling. “and the best place to pass out drunk.”

“you men and your drinking.” you shook your head, a smile still on your lips as you removed your gloves. you sighed blissfully, the day getting to you.

koner grinned. “it’s a great way to pass time. to drink and wake up feeling fucked while still young. father’s always getting yelled at for getting drunk so i’m savoring the time i don’t become like him.”

“you don’t have a woman? or anyone?” you asked with faint disbelief and relief at the same time. he was attractive, surely he had someone.

he snorted. “i don’t. and i haven’t found one yet.” he claimed, keeping it vague knowing no one really batted an eye to him. at least that’s what he believes.

“i find that hard to believe.” you confessed as his cheeks turned a faint shade of red.

“really?” he squinted at you, crossing his arms to hear your explanation. he felt smug all of the sudden, he could see it, the subtle glow behind your eyes as you blushed at him. you were so obvious it was cute to witness.

“yes. y-you have the looks and you’re a gentleman, who wouldn’t?” i would. koner’s grin went wider as you looked away from his eyes, he smirked, liking the way you suddenly went back to being shy. he bit his lip, a sudden pride overwhelming him, he wasn’t sure, you were a lady from a noble house. you must be someone’s wife or what.

“and you, m’lady? are you wedded?” he asked as you met his eyes again. you shook your head, the idea of marriage still a thorn to you. you could faintly hear your mother’s nagging words that a woman’s job was to be a wife.

“no. i’m not. thankfully.” you joked as something clicked on koner’s expression. “father always wanted me to be wedded quickly. he said i have to find the right one. or they would.”

“and you haven’t been with any man?” he boldly asked, looking from your eyes to your lips. a sudden heat he felt as you sat still staring at him. usually, he knew ladies unwedded like you were prohibited to bed a man or anyone, unless you are married and to be only consummated at your wedding night. but you looked the type to listen to that idiotic rule. he mindlessly thought about it, just soft and innocent, those lips he guessed weren’t kissed just yet. roaming questions circled his mind, all thinking if you even ever had been with someone.

“yes.” you whispered softly, suddenly feeling on edge at the lack of experience you have. “is that bad?”

well, fuck. “not at all, m’lady. it’s good to be finding the right one like your father said.” he gulped a large lump in his throat. pupils dilated, you were struck with silence as you breathed out, fiddling the exterior of your dress underneath the table as you nodded.

“but do you?”

koner’s eyes trailed to yours, confused a bit at your question. “do i what?”

“do you b-believe i’ll find the right one now?” you held your gaze.

“in a tavern filled with drunkards and filthy men?” he laughed. “you should be finding ‘em in some posh place. like a fucking feast or ball.”

“i think not all in this tavern are drunkards i’d be searching for, koner.” you giggled, looking around to see he was correct. he sat quiet, his mind gearing as he processed your words as a stutter escaped his lips, the tips of his ears red. it couldn’t be—

“m’lady, the room’s ready. i’ve brought up a hot bath and gave you two our finest ale and stew.” the same lady came back with a grin. you thanked her, standing up from your seat as you turned to koner who put on a small smile for the woman yet shyly looked to you.

“i’ll stay here for a while.” koner smiled as you nodded yet felt a little disappointed he wasn’t coming with you up the room. with one final look, you were guided by the bar maiden as koner watched afar to see your figure go up the stairs. he sighed to himself, he felt giddy all of the sudden. like a young boy again with a massive crush and a raging erection hidden underneath his trousers. you were too soft, and so oblivious what you were doing, the way your eyes turned doe at the moment, an ambrosia he could not explain. a dangerous one.

shit. he needed ale. or something stronger, just to clear his head out. standing up, he stalks over to the bar, fishing a coin out as the bartender nodded at him.

“one pint.” he muttered, placing the coin in front of the old man.

“your woman, lad?” the man asked, placing the ale in front him, gesturing about you as koner took a sip as he shrugged.

“nah. just saved her from bandits.” he replied, the sweet ale covering his taste buds, still the thought of you running in his mind.

the man scoffed. “well, fuck me. you sure ‘s not your woman? or are my shitty eyes deceiving me?”

“what the fuck do you mean?” koner grunted, leaning against the bar as the old man smirked at him.

“all i’m saying, boy, is that if it ain’t your woman yet then you best be quick to swoo her, ey? took years behind the bar to not see it and not every soldier gets to fuck a lady.”

“she’s not just some fucking whore, old man.” koner glared at him as the bartender laughed.

“whatever you say. but those eyes of hers tells me otherwise.” the man shook his head. cleaning the space in front of him with a cloth. koner gulped his ale, an uneasiness from the man’s words, realizing he was contemplating. no. he couldn’t and he shouldn’t, you’re a lady he saved and by the seven gods, you barely knew him. and he barely knew you. you were just this pretty girl, too pretty for him. but that made it all so exciting for him. he knows, he surely knows there was something else between the two of you.

fuck it. he thinks, the last drops of ale he gulped as he slammed the wooden pint down with a thud. a tingly sensation surged through his veins, the strain in his pants overwhelming as a boost courage bloomed in his chest. he wiped his lips, glancing up to the stairs as he finally made the decision to follow you up. hoping this wouldn’t go bad.

“there you are, lad!” the same bar maiden met him by the top of the stairs. she was holding a bucket as she patted his shoulder with much glee. “room’s ready, it’s down the hallway! i say, your lady isn’t looking good right now. probably tired. best check up on her though.”

“is she ill?” koner questioned, suddenly worried. the bar maiden shrugged, cheekily passing by him as koner was left to wonder worriedly about you as he stalked over to the room.

•••

you leaned your head back on the wooden tub. the warm water kissed your tired skin as you sighed blissfully. the room was fairly big enough, the bed was fine and clean. you liked it, it felt more cozier than ever as the night settled in, the dim lights of the candles illuminating the dark room making it all warm. the floral notes hit your nose as you breathed in slowly. the bath wasn’t necessarily clearing your frantic mind, though it helped you relax a bit as you felt your body feel all tingly again at the thought of koner.

he’s a stranger. you repeated in your mind, knowing well the beat of your heart was saying otherwise. and the sensation below another embarrassing thing you felt. practically you were gawking at him every chance you get. you pursed your lip, a nagging feeling you felt as you couldn’t help yourself yearn for him. you’ve heard some stories from maids or even noble ladies about their nights with men. scandalous to say but your curiosity was at the best. was he like them?

you blushed furiously, it felt like your head was about to explode at the heat of your cheeks accompanied with the warm water. i’m just tired, you mercifully thought to yourself, yet your thighs rubbed together unconsciously, expecting, waiting for him to come up this instant. you know those subtle looks, witnessing the time sansa had been looking at joffrey back then. you were no stranger to it, you just didn’t have the courage now to act upon it without feeling guilty. you grumbled, annoyed, the itch fluttering in your stomach a irk you cannot stop. dammit. the sudden creak of the door gathering your attention quickly as your eyes widen before you could ask who it is.

“the lady told me you weren’t feeling well, oh—“ koner paused his steps getting in the room. he was met with another one of his foolery to not knock first, the redness in his cheeks glowed, not just from the alcohol as he stared at your bewildered expression. you, still in the tub, naked, he stammered as he felt himself feel a bit dizzy. either from the ale or his running emotions. maybe both.

you tried to cover yourself as he looked away. you suddenly wanted to laugh seeing him all so shy as you called him out. “koner. i-i’m alright?” you let out a breathy laugh.

“i-i apologize, m’lady. i should head back out—“

“n-no!” you stopped him, turning your body to face him, hiding slyly behind the tub. “i’m done with my bath, j-just wait for me on the bed. this room is yours as is mine, make yourself comfortable.” you reminded him.

“i— of course. thank you.” he nodded, still looking away from you as he set his helm on the table and sat awkwardly on the bed. you stood up, water splashing down. your body dripped wet as you carefully walked towards where the white dress gown was, a courtesy from the woman earlier telling you sleeping in your silken dress was uncomfortable to be in. koner nervously pried his gloves off and the rest of his sturdy armor. his black cloak was folded perfectly as he didn’t want to turn around yet knowing well he caught a glimpse of you naked. it made his brain chummy, the tension in his trousers a mad mess as he looked down to see a tent forming.

“i-i’m done. you can look.” oh, gods. he wanted to punch himself for reeling in at the softness of your tone. you were oblivious to see his fiddles as he stood up from the bed. you were met with the sight of him in his trousers and a cotton tunic on. your eyes greedily took in the exposed pale skin of his neck and collarbone, his arms flexed a bit as your mouth felt dry as you composed yourself. you smiled at him as he smiled back.

“the stew and ale is on the table. help yourself.” you added as he stood before you, the shyness suddenly creeping in again. “a-and i can call the nice lady for your bath, if you’d like—“

“i appreciate it, m’lady. you’ve done enough.” he sincerely said, holding himself back to kiss you right here and now.

you smiled sweetly, still not glancing up to his eyes. “it’s no problem. i owe you for saving my life.” you declared. “a-and like i said, my name will do just fine, koner.”

koner didn’t seem to listen as he was too captivated by your beauty. you looked good, too good in that nightgown. and you smelled divine, like flowers in the summer. the heavy scent flooding his nostrils, making him breathe slowly, trying to compose himself, wanting still to be a gentleman. you suddenly felt nervous, you looked upon him, he was quiet, yet the look on his face darken as you wanted his attention.

•••

“k-koner?”

“you’re very pretty.” he breathed out, finally the courage in him arising. confused if it was the alcohol in his system or that he’s just idiotically set on to woo you, a noble lady he saved from the woods. you were stunned, the sudden compliment making you shy away. the thump of your heart racing again. “i mean it.”

“y-you’ve said that countless times, koner.”

“and i won’t stop saying it.” he proclaimed, eyes shifting to your lips again. “you’re beautiful. too beautiful in this dress—”

“stop it.” your cheeks heated as you wanted to hide your face. “s-stop it with that.”

“have i upset you?” koner suddenly asked, stepping forward. the distance between you two minimal, like a few moments ago, on horseback. your back brushing against his chest.

“n-no, it’s not that.” you gazed upon him, feeling your stomach do flips again. “there’s so much you’re doing, i can’t help but f-feel…”

“feel?” koner urged, waiting impatiently as he stared down on your lips. desperate he is as you are as well. the fan of his breath tickled your nose, was this it? this moment all women were gossiping for, that heat in their core, that sudden addicting yearn you swore you never would feel. but here he was, standing in front of you, waiting respectfully as you couldn’t say it making him feel like he was too pushy now. remembering his place as a soldier.

“i-i apologize.” koner muttered, feeling rejected, no other response was made but you panicked, grabbing him the collar of his tunic to pull him in to lock your lips. the only thing you could do than spew words how much you want him.

koner froze, soft lips envelop his. the same lips he’d been pinning on, he could almost laugh at himself yet he reciprocated it with fervor he’d been holding in. you were adorable, moaning softly on his mouth, inexperienced what to do other than enjoy it. you grasp his tunic, eyes shut closed as his hands grasped your waist. circling half moons, teasing you as you gasped, he smirked, sliding his tongue in your mouth. messy, wet, warm in the inside, you feel so dizzy you were whining in his mouth as koner felt cocky you were writhing in his touch.

“you aren’t good at hiding your emotions, m’lady.” he mumbled against your lips, smirking. you pouted, making him laugh. “all that staring, and you think i wouldn’t know?”

“s-says the man who’s been hiding what’s underneath his trousers.” you countered, making you grin as his eyes widened. he pressed himself against you, you could feel him, clothed clock grinding itself on your stomach. he groaned, the friction a relief as he kissed you again, guiding your body to the bed as he towered before you.

his lips trailed down to your jaw, nipping each skin his lips could brush against as he peppered kisses on your neck. you exhaled, tangling your hands in the small ruffles of his curly hair, your thighs rubbed against each other, the known stickiness you felt dampening. this felt right, it felt good, so this is what the maids felt? you didn’t know but you knew the main part was man’s cock, you bit your lip, you already felt him. and he felt big.

“can i take this off?” he muttered against your neck, one hand grasping your dress and the other holding himself up above you. you bit your lip, his fingers teasing the ruffle of the nightgown as you nodded. in one swift movement, your dress was pulled down to your feet as he sat back to toss it on the floor. the cool air hit your skin, making you shiver, still a bit damp from your bath. you felt rather shy as you watch him gawk, muttering curses to himself as you giggled.

gods, he was about to burst seeing you bare and free before him. he crawled back to you, continuing his trail of kisses until one of your breasts were on his lips as he sucked the erect nipple making you squeal as he smirked. “such a beauty.”

he nipped, sucked, fondled the other one with his large hand. you let out a tiny moan, watching him suck on your breasts, he turned to the other one, eyeing you as he sucked again. harsher this time as you keened at it. liking the way his tongue lapped against your areola, this new sensation a wonder for you. koner loved it, love the way your tits felt, so plump and soft in his hold. but as much as he liked it, he trailed down, kissing the belly of your stomach as he shifted himself to be seated again. liking the way you were already trying to relieve tension between your legs.

“it feels f-funny down there.” you whined, your thighs clamped together, he could see your pussy on display as he licked his lips.

“what feels funny, my love?” he asked, hands grasping your thighs to pry you open. my love. your heart flutters uncontrollably, you whimpered, your hand gliding down to point at your weeping cunt.

“i-i don’t know what to do with this, koner. please…” you begged, the heat of your cunt overwhelming since the moment you met him. you really didn’t know what to do or how to relieve it.

“shh.” he shushed you as he gently parted your legs open. “i-i’ll help you. i’ll make it feel better and you’ll feel so good when i’m done with you.” he promised, you nodded frantically, relaxing a bit as you bended your knees. koner smirked, diving down to take a closer look at your unsoiled virgin cunt.

“such a pretty cunt, ey?” he whispered, kissing your thigh as you whimpered his name again.

“all for me.” he growled, the scent of your wetness making him hungry. he lapped right away, he wasn’t sure if he was doing this right but he just went with the flow, following his mind on what to do. he suckled on your bean, earning a grind on his face as he immediately suckled again as you gasped. grasping his hair tight as koner continued to brutally suck your clit.

“k-koner!” you moaned out as he turned his tongue to your opening. wetness dripping as he lapped it. licking up as he tongue-fucked you, the taste of your virgin pussy sweet and tart, so addicting, wanting more than to spend time eating your cunt out if he had the chance. he was welcomed with the plush of your thighs clamping on his face, muffling your whimpers and moans. felt like he was sent to the skies, back to the gods, died peacefully with pussy in his mouth.

“ ‘s too much!” you gasped out as he ignored you, sucking harshly, licking ferociously as his nose nudged your clit. you felt a knot forming deep within your core, like something tight was about to explode. you felt confused, scared even to this new feeling as you desperately tried to tell koner you felt like something was coming out of you. though it felt good, so good that your hips mindlessly grind against his handsome face.

“by the gods—“ you mewled, chasing that high as your orgasm struck you hard. koner lapped it up, feeling your core tighten as smothered his lips on your dripping cunt. your essence dripping down his chin. you fell limp, legs trembling a bit, koner manage to get his face off your cunt as he licked his lips. suddenly more tipsy than ever. the best he had ever tasted than the sweet ale he had drunk. heaven on his lips. he didn’t deserve this. you hazily looked up, seeing his mouth wet with your juices, a feral look on his face that had your heart jump out of your chest.

“feel better, my love?” he asked, panting slightly, wiping his mouth as you nodded gratefully. you beckoned him, wanting him to be near you, touching you again.

“take off your t-tunic, please.” you pleaded as he nodded, shrugging off the garment to the side. you admired him, heat coiling again in your core, taking in the sight of him shirtless. pale skin, lean stomach, a couple of battle scars there but still utterly beautiful to see. he was fit, his arms were a bit bulky, v-line sharp and oh, his cock was screaming to get out of his wool trousers.

“w-what about you?” you whispered as you glanced down to the bulge. he shuddered suddenly, embarrassed as he hovered above you to peck your lips. nose brushing against yours, smile evident as you were too.

“i’m alright.” he kissed the apple of your cheek. you smiled at him yet shook your head, still a bit in a stupor, you captured his lips again, this time a bit confident as you wrapped your legs around his tiny waist. you wanted him, all of him, this instant. you had enough of imagining, even if you just met him a while ago. shame was out of your head as your hands glided down his chest, to the hem of his wool trousers, ready to pull it down. yet koner gasped as your tiny hands tried to push it down making him flush furiously. his cock still hard.

“m-m’lady, are you sure?” he stared in your eyes, brown eyes dilated as he had to make sure if you wanted this. once you bed him, it’ll be over if you were to be wedded, you were young, a young noble lady that was still pure in your family’s eyes. now only to be spoiled by some foot soldier. he was panicking, worried for you and this moment that would damage your own being. you had to think carefully. even though it’ll hurt him a bit. but he wanted you so badly.

“koner.” you stared at him dumbly, seeing his worried expression. suddenly the racing thoughts of your own duty in your mind, your family. you were giving away one important asset, your own virginity, but…

damn them all.

“n-no. i want this. i want y-you. and i am certain i want you.” you strongly declared, koner’s expression seem to soften at your words. you want him? by the gods, him? he let out a airy chuckle, the room suddenly too warm as he kissed you again, this time slow and passionate as he wanted this to be special.

“what did i do to have you, m’lady?” he murmured, hands touching your soft skin again. you hummed, smiling against his lips, he was so cute.

“for one, saving me from bandits.” you giggled as he rolled his eyes, pressing his hips now on your bare cunt. his clothed erection grinding carefully, you let out a tiny moan as you felt him. desperate to feel him inside. koner was a patient man, yet this time patience wasn’t in him as he pulled himself off for a moment to fumble with trousers.

“aye.” he agreed as he smirked. “a pretty damsel in distress, ey?”

“and saved by a handsome soldier, yes, i’d say this is one good tale to t-tell.” you grinned as he tossed away the piece of fabric, revealing himself. your eyes trained down to his bare cock. you blushed, studying it, the tip was flushed red as it stood proud and large before you. was this your doing? you blushed again, knowing nothing how to please that.

“c’mere, m’lady.” he beckoned as you pouted at him at the title.

“p-please, just my name.” you pleaded, making eyes at him. he growled, grabbing your legs as you squealed at his manhandling. your legs were open again as he positioned himself between them. you let out a exhale, feeling the tip of his fat cock brush against your wet clit making you shiver with the thought of it inside of you. the act felt intimate somehow, how close he is to you, hovering above you with sweat beading his forehead. a look on his face with lust and adoration mixed in.

“y/n.” he breathed out, resting his forehead against yours, breaths mingling, hearts thumping at the same time, the candles burning amidst the vehement stare both of you would not want to look away from each other’s eyes. your name was stars above the night sky in his voice, you felt yourself melting beneath him, each syllable he had pronounce like a sweet tune you listened that made you want to hear it again and again. maybe even forever.

“i-i want you.” you repeated as you cupped his rosy cheeks, wanting him to stick that in his mind if he ever backs down again. koner felt the familiar fluttery feeling again as he kissed your palm, understanding your words clearly as he aligned himself now.

“slow and steady. it’ll h-hurt for a bit, that’s what i hear them say, bit scary. we can stop if it’s too much, just say the word.” he carefully reminded you.

“all the w-way in?” you gaped as he bashfully nodded pecking your lips, the idea of something inside you so unusual. yet all of that nerve-wracking thoughts were dispelled as he coated the tip of his cock with your slick. you mewled, liking it as he grasped himself fully to push himself inside of you.

“y-y/n. gods, you feel so good.” he groaned, your walls clamped around the head of his leaking dick, he stilled himself, feeling like he was about to burst but he shouldn’t. putting a babe inside of you was a very dangerous thing, though it made his cock harder of the thought of you round and plump with his seed. all pretty, his little pretty wife.

“feels weird.” you whispered as you looked down to where you two were joined as he slowly pushed himself in further. the burn of the stretch was there, you hissed, your walls clenching as he rubbed circles on your waist to help you ease it. so far, it felt snug but a good snug when you felt him twitch. koner let out a strangled moan as he finally sheathed himself in, bottoming in as he shifted his weight on his knees. pulling your legs up to his waist as you were panting at the sudden wave of pleasure from his movements.

he still held in his gaze in your eyes as you held it as well, never breaking. a few moments of breathing and skin flushing with heat had you nodding your head for him to finally move. he kissed you again, sloppily desperate as he rocked his hips making you wrap your arms around his back. you held on as he started grinding in, his cock rubbing your wet cavern as you moaned at it. nudging that spot that made you whimper.

“fucking tight. so tight, y/n.” he praised, your lips too swollen as he nipped the bottom. you keened grinding your hips up for more, too greedy. “ ‘s like you were made for my cock. taking me all in— shit!”

he let out a breathy laugh as he started to thrust firmly. the snap of his hips hard, his balls slapping against your cunt, making this lewd wet sound as his stomach rubbed your swollen clit. you savored it, your name being moaned out as you whined at his cock hitting that spot again. hot flashes of pleasure so good, you didn’t want this to stop.

“is all in there, ey.” one of his large hand splayed over your stomach. knowing his fat cock was plowing in you, feeling a little cocky as you clamped around him again, making him pound a bit harder. “love your little cunt, my love.”

“k-koner!” you gasped as he fucked your pussy faster, the pleasure was too overwhelming as you felt tears stain your eyes at the delicious friction he was giving you. he kissed your skin, nipped and sucked until marks show upon your neck and the flesh of your breasts. claiming you as his, his alone, the one who spoiled you, not giving two shits as well about your family.

he grunted, you mewled, kissing him desperately as you felt the familiar sensation in your stomach, where his cock was hitting you. you lifted your hips as koner felt your walls tighten harsher, gripping his cock as he thrusted in faster than ever. obscene skin slapping filled the room accompanied with your moans of his name and his groans. he twitched, wanting to cum now in your hot womb.

“gonna fill you up nice and tight. g-gonna give you my fucking seed in that virgin cunt of yours.” he dirtily promised as you nodded frantically at the idea of his essence inside you. “i’ll make you mine, ey? gonna knock you up— fucking hells.”

“yes, yes, y-yes. please! want your baby—“ you pleaded kissing his neck. he moaned out, driving himself in and out, pounding in again and again as you tightened, that sweet orgasm striking you hard.

“k-koner— oh!” your eyes rolled back, your hips started as he harshly stilled you with his hands on your waist, fingers digging in your skin as he fucked himself out with your cunt tightening around his cock. he groaned, the sensation of you cumming on his cock the best feeling he has ever felt as you he sheathed himself fully, spurts of his cum painting your walls white.

“fuck me…” he uttered out, stars in his vision as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he slumped against your body. gods, was that the best orgasm he had ever experienced. you panted, caressing his back gently as he too was still breathing heavily. like he had just run a mile.

you felt hot inside, his cock was still snug inside of your pussy and his seed felt sticky as it leaked out of your hole a bit. yet, this post-orgasmic sensation was by far the best, felt dreamy and almost relaxing. you felt him slowly regain himself as he adjusted to be hovering above you again. his eyes were blown-out black, lips pouty and red, cheeks rosy and his curls stuck on his forehead. you smiled at him sweetly, brushing the curls off his sweaty forehead as he kissed you briefly. though a mischievous glint in his eyes said otherwise as he pulled back, smirking.

“we’re not done.” he muttered, you clenched again around him as he groaned out. chuckling darkly as you felt his cock start to harden again. you nodded, pecking his lips with a small smile. wanting more to feel his sticky cum fill you up again as you bravely challenged him.

“again, k-koner.”

•••

“a-ah!” you gripped the sheets, face turned to the side as your ass was up in the air, being pounded furiously by the same sweet man behind you. you moaned again, feeling so stuffed with his seed, still he was fucking you again and again.

“gonna cum, y/n.” he grunted, balls slapping against your cunt as his cum drip down your thighs as he eyed it greedily. gripping your ass tight as you tiredly let him fuck you, this position a lot pleasurable as you can feel all of him.

“fill me up, please.” you begged, your cheeks hot and heavy as you braced yourself at his rutting, the feeling so good.

“o-one more, my love. give me one more.” he whispered against your ear as he pressed his chest against your back, kissing your neck as his hand started to rub your clit. you whined, he thrusted again and again as you moaned out his name. hips stuttering, walls clenching, him filling you up with his cum as he groaned out, slumping forward. sweat beaded both of your bodies as he laid down beside you, pulling you to his sweaty chest as your cunt gushed out his milky cum. so perfect.

a comforting silence transpired as you listened to the beat of his heart. koner rubbed your lower back, fingers gliding on your sweaty skin making you shudder. you turned your head up to meet his eyes, seeing him so blissed out and rosy. you grinned, knowing how many times you also made him cum. koner sensed your stare as he looked down, smirking as he pecked your lips and squeezed your bare ass.

“that was w-wonderful.” you manage to blurt out, caressing his chest. shy again even though he had just fucked you so many times and naked in his arms.

“indeed.” he nodded. “they were right though…”

“hm?” you hummed seeing as he let out a airy chuckle.

“my lads told me how fucking was a life-changer. can’t believe i first fucked a beauty like you. a lady.” he shook his head, still in disbelief he had you in his arms. you raised a brow, suddenly blushing as you got the grasp of his words.

“you haven’t as well?” you asked, eyes lighting up as koner nodded.

“you are my first.” he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet promising kiss. “and i am to you as well.”

“really?” you laughed.

“it is the truth, my love.” he declared, pulling you closer in his arms as the candles started to flicker off.

“then i am h-honored, koner.” you smiled, feeling giddy as your heart thumped loudly again making you snuggle up against him. “i really like you…” you confessed, feeling a bit drowsy as your eyes started to droop into sleep.

“and i you.” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. he covered your bare bodies with the fur blanket, basking in the wonderful aftermath. he scoffed at himself as you thought about the first time he had met you a while ago, all some coincidence or maybe even fate decided you two were to be bounded together. he glanced sleepily to your warm body, smiling to himself as he felt the sleepiness take him. you two snuggled up against the soft sheets and furs,

in a cold winter night.

and finished, THERE’S STILL PART TWO PPL HEHE 😜

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The Taming of the Crow Pairing: Koner x You Summary: A lady of the Free Folk spots a scared little crow on a snowy mountaintop… of course she's bringing him home. Contains: A wildling with a gift, a crow who's ready for the cold embrace of death, switching POVs, unexpected (and misinterpreted) kindness, being tied up but not in a sexy way, possessiveness, brat-taming, whipping, teasing, sickness, nursing back to health, miracle cure, accidental cuddling, dreams about dead men with blue eyes, comfort, happy endings for both the Koner and the story itself. Words: 9k [Part One: 4k / Part Two: 5k] Do Not Interact, youths and ageless blogs, or you will be blocked.

"Look what we caught."

Koner was thrown to the ground, hands bound in front him, with no time to brace himself. The snow hit his face like a fist. When one of the wildlings gripped him by the hair and hauled him to his knees, he could see the blood his eyebrow left behind on the snow. It continued flowing down his face, causing him to squint his eye. He couldn't see much anyway; just the silhouettes of a handful of wildlings against the setting sun, which glared in his good eye.

"Been a while since we had crow for supper."

"You couldn't have caught a fatter one?"

He'd heard stories about wildlings boiling men of the Night's Watch alive. Would they drag him back to their village for a pot big enough? Or would they all crowd around his body and start gnawing at him raw? Koner wished he'd died with the rest of his brothers. He wished he hadn't been assigned to the search party to bring back the missing rangers. He wished he'd never joined the Night's Watch. He wished he'd never fucking been born at all.

"The others died fighting. This is all that was left."

Perhaps if he shifted his weight next time they dropped him, he could hit his head hard enough to knock himself out. Would the feeling of wildling teeth ripping into his flesh wake him up? He hoped not.

"He'll only slow us down. Kill him, burn him, be done with it."

At least it would be quick. Koner closed his eyes and felt tears of relief escape. They froze halfway down his cheeks. A hand grabbed his hair and yanked it back, exposing his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the cold, sharp edge of the blade to end him.

"Wait."

Koner felt his heart stop. Were they going to torture him after all?

Snow crunched in front of him, and a gloved hand touched his face. The fist that had tried to rip his hair from the roots released him. Koner dared to take a peek, and was met by the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. A woman. A wildling woman, staring at him so hard, he could feel his insides squirm.

"I've seen this one before… but he wasn't dressed as a crow."

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

"You let one spearwife bring home a baby crow, now they all fucking want one."

You stared into the teary eyes of the boy cowering before you, and your mind was made. This was the one. Another tear spilled, and you gently wiped it away with your glove before it could freeze. You couldn't take your eyes off of him.

"Come on," someone groaned from behind you. "We were supposed to be back by nightfall."

"He's coming with us," you stated.

"The fuck he is."

"What's Norryn going to say when he finds out I recognized someone and you refused to bring him back?" You turned and stood boot-to-boot with Skag, fixing him with your best glower. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the crow.

"Get up!" Skag ordered, jerking your little crow backward by the collar of his cloak. He lost his balance and fell back against his captor's legs. Skag stepped back and kicked the little crow's shoulder. The boy fell forward again and did his best to curl into a ball.

"Stop."

Skag delivered another kick to the crow's back, and he yelped. You stepped between them, eyes blazing.

"He's mine," you growled.

"Then you're responsible for getting him back. Here," he smirked, handing you the rope. "Good luck."

You took the rope, and the party began gathering the weapons they'd taken from the band of crows that were still burning on the other side of the mountain. You kneeled next to the boy and placed a hand on his arm.

"Come on, Little Crow," you said quietly, so only he could hear. "Stay close to me, and you'll be alright." He looked up at you with wet eyes and a quivering lip. You gave him a gentle smile, and reached down to help him stand.

"Don't try to run," you muttered as you straightened and brushed the snow off the collar of his black cloak. "If you try to run, I can't help you." He sniffled, and you took that as an agreement.

"Go on," you prodded. He began clomping through the snow after the rest of your party. Had this boy ever even seen the snow before? You followed behind with a smile he couldn't see, thinking about all the things you'd have to teach him.

You didn't generally get out much, but a strange dream had led you and a small guard to visit a nearby clan who'd just acquired a new chieftain. You could see faces, but you didn't know names. Sometimes you had to connect the two in the daytime, to make understanding and explaining your dreams a bit easier.

You weren't a greenseer; who knows when the last of those died out. You hadn't been gifted with the power to warg into creatures, which was a shame. No, your only skill was dreaming. Sometimes you dreamed of things that hadn't happened yet. People in positions of power liked to know these things. And so you were kept nearby, in a tent of your own, left alone to dream. You had special tea to lull you into unconsciousness when the time came, and spent the rest of your time fletching arrows or braiding ropes. It was an easy life, though not an exceptionally fulfilling one. And a bit lonely, to be honest. People generally found you odd and tried to maintain their distance.

Free Folk with wary eyes cleared a path when they saw you enter the village. You picked up the slack in the rope binding your crow as you approached them.

"They're taking us to our chieftain," you said quietly to his back. "He decides if you live or die. Behave, Little Crow, and you might live to see another day."

He didn't respond. Can he talk? You wondered what his voice would sound like when you finally pried a word from him.

A gang of children surrounded you on the way to the chieftan's hut, taunting the man in black and throwing snowballs. He tried to duck his head, but there wasn't much he could do to shield himself with his hands bound.

"Get lost, you little whelps," you snapped, pushing the closest one. He lost his balance and fell over, landing on his rump in the snow. The child stuck his tongue out at you, and you returned the gesture.

One by one, the warriors ahead of you disappeared into the large hut at the center of the village.

"Best behavior, Little Crow," you reminded him.

It took a moment for Koner's eyes to adjust when he stepped inside the structure. It was dark, with a fire in the center. The wildlings he'd followed in formed a circle around the flames, along with a man he hadn't seen before. This must be the chieftain.

"Here," one of the men said to the woman behind him, holding out a hand. She gave the rope to him and stepped around Koner, eyes on the man by the fire. She walked to him and spoke in a hushed tone, looking back at Koner occasionally.

The chieftain stared at Koner with blue eyes that pierced like knives. He couldn't hold the man's gaze; his eyes dropped to the floor instead. He listened hard, but couldn't make out anything they were saying. Eventually, he heard the wildlings stir, and most of the raiding party headed out. He stared at the floor as they passed.

When he looked up, only the girl, the chieftain, his capturer, and one other man were left. They were all glancing at him and speaking lowly. Was he back to being dinner? The girl laughed. Had she stolen his quick death from him so that she might bring him home to become a meal for the chief? A sacrifice to whatever heathen god they prayed to? Or perhaps a slave?

He wasn't close to the fire, but being inside and away from the whipping wind certainly reinvigorated him. It was the warmest he'd been in days. When the wildlings attacked, he'd been so cold, he couldn't feel his hands or his feet. He'd tried to fight back, but his hands simply wouldn't work. Grasping a sword was hard enough through thick gloves, but with frozen hands? He was useless. And his brothers died knowing it.

As the feeling returned to his extremities, a fire began burning in his belly. He may be bound, but he can give these fuckers a little hell before they kill him. He's not going to let them eat him, or mutilate him, or turn him into slave. Not without a fight.

"You can keep the little crow. But he stays bound until he proves trustworthy."

"Thank you," you grinned. You knew he'd listen. You wanted to point and laugh in Skag's stupid face, but you knew better. You returned to your crow, pleased to see a little color in his face now.

You reached for the rope… and the little fucker headbutted you.

He was stronger than he looked.

It knocked you onto your arse. You clutched your bleeding nose and looked up at him in shock. Is this the same Little Crow whose tears you'd wiped away just a few hours ago?

Skag was on him in an instant, knife to his throat.

"Don't!" you yelled. "He's just afraid, let him alone!"

Norryn and Dradir, your uncle, flanked you as you rose from the floor. The boy breathed heavily, knife still at his throat. His eyes were wild, like an animal that knows it's been cornered.

"Let him go," you urged.

"Can't trust a fucking crow. Let me put an end to this now, Norryn."

You looked to the chieftain with pleading eyes. He sighed.

"Doing it now will save you a lot of headache, girl. And heartache, too."

You shook your head.

"Alright," he exhaled. "But he stays bound. And you're staying close." You nod. Norryn walked toward the door, then turned to look at the crow again before stepping through it. "Skag, strip him and tie him so he can't run."

Skag grinned a wicked grin, revealing his jagged teeth, and began cutting the crow's clothes away.

"I'll do it," you offered, stepping forward. Your uncle grabbed your arm and spun you around to face him.

"Crows are like dogs. If you don't train them right, show them who's the master, they'll walk all over you."

You glared up at him.

"He needs to be punished for this."

You bristled.

"Are you going to do it, or am I going to do it?"

"I'll do it," you said through gritted teeth.

"Are you going to do it, or are you just saying you're going to do it?"

"I'll fucking do it!"

"You better. Skag, get him to her tent." Dradir followed Norryn, leaving you alone with a grinning Skag and a blushing crow with everything on display.

Koner had been so stunned by the pain of headbutting another person's incredibly thick skull, he barely registered that he was being stripped. His was naked and shivering by the time the fog in his head began to clear.

The girl had a trail of blood from her nose to her chin. It wasn't his fault she was the first to approach. He'd hoped it would be the fucker who kept kicking him on the mountain. He did what he had to do. And he was still seeing stars from it.

The ugly bastard jerked the rope holding his hands and dragged him outside. This is the way, then? They're going to hang him up outside and let the cold take him? He'd heard freezing to death wasn't such a bad way to go. Some said it was like falling asleep. But how would they know, if they were alive to tell the tale?

The cold on his naked body was too much to bear. Surely the frostbite was setting in already. Even if they didn't kill him soon, he'd turn black and fall off bit by bit.

Koner was dragged into a nearby tent. The fire was almost out. He couldn't see anything else in the dim light. Skag pulled him to a pole at the center of the shelter, hoisted his hands, and tied them above his head. Koner was shivering too hard to put up a fight, or even kick as Skag tied his feet together.

He could see the girl kneeling by the fire out of the corner of his eye. She poked at it, and the flames appeared again. He wished he could go lie in it. She stood and faced him, crossing her arms and frowning.

"Get out," she snapped at the smirking wildling with the jagged teeth.

Skag had dragged your poor little crow through the snow, naked as the day he was born. A person could freeze out here in minutes, but as your tent was situated just a few seconds away, you thought the boy could make it. Not that there was an alternative. You felt guilty for bringing him here. For making him tremble like that. For what you had to do next.

"You want me to do it?" Skag smirked. He'd tear him to shreds.

"He's mine. Get out."

Skag laughed and left. You knelt by the fire for a moment, watching your crow shiver. You'd at least let him warm up first.

When his body began to still, you left your place by the fire and went to him. You stood on the other side of the pole so you could look into his eyes.

"Why did you do that, Little Crow?"

He glared.

"Can't you see that I'm trying to help you?"

Nothing.

"Can you speak, Little Crow?"

He turned his head away from you.

You sighed, stomped toward your bed, and began undressing. You don't need all these furs in here with that fire blazing. Once you'd shed a few layers, you eyed the long strip of leather that loops around your coat to hold it closed. You ran your fingers over the smooth surface, picked it up, and returned to your crow.

"I had no intention of hurting you, Little Crow. But you've been bad and embarrassed us both, so now I have to." He still wouldn't look at you. You stepped to his side. "Stay still. It'll be over soon."

You raised the strap and brought it down on his rear. He jumped as the leather cracked against his flesh, but didn't cry out. He kept his head down, facing away from you. You swung again, lower this time, and he reacted the same.

You painted beautiful red stripes across your crow's backside - careful not to break his pretty pale skin - from his shoulders to his knees. He never made a sound. He was much tougher than he looked; you were quite proud of him. Finally, you dropped your strap to the floor and stepped toward him.

"Do you understand why I had to punish you, Little Crow?" you asked. He shifted his weight between his bound feet, but didn't respond. You stepped in front of him… and then you understood.

His hardened cock was dripping on the floor.

"You weren't supposed to enjoy your punishment, you filthy Little Crow," you teased. "Look at me." He didn't. "Look at me," you repeated, a little louder.

He finally did. His eyes were big and full of fear again, just like they were when you first found him. You glanced downward. "You like it when a woman takes charge, Little Crow?" His cock twitched. "I think you do," you said in a mocking tone, meeting his eye again and feeling quite wicked.

You reached down and touched a single finger to the base of his cock. He whimpered. With a smirk, you lightly trailed your fingertip up the underside of his shaft, barely even grazing him. When you reached the tip, he exploded with a moan. It was the most beautiful sound you'd ever heard.

You'd never seen that much seed spill out of one man before. You stood there and watched in awe. All that? From a single touch? How hard could you make him cum if you'd really tried?

When his choked moans turned to shallow pants, you decided to play with him a little more.

"Did you enjoy that, Little Crow?" you asked slyly.

He looked up at you… and burst into tears.

It was then that Dradir decided to check on you.

"HA! She actually did it! He's blubbering like a baby! Didn't think you had it in you, girl!" You stepped to the fire, picked up the wooden cup you used for tea, and hurled it at him. He blocked it with a forearm and it clattered to the floor. He exited quickly, and you could hear him cackling as he left. You returned to your crow, still crying and trying to hide his face.

"Talk to me, Little Crow," you said hurriedly, "tell me what's wrong."

He shook his head and continued sobbing. His arms were still tied above him; his head rested between them. You couldn't see his face unless you knelt in front of him.

"If I let you down, are you going to behave?"

He lifted his head enough to nod.

You reached up and fumbled with the rope, until eventually it fell. His hands, still bound in front of him, came to cover his parts.

"Sit down, Little Crow, you're alright."

He sank to his knees and leaned his shoulder against the pole he had been tied to, still sobbing. His face was so red, it looked ready to bleed. You sat across from him, puzzled and a little afraid.

Eventually, his sobs turned to sniffles.

When you sensed that he'd calmed down, you tried again.

"Are you alright?"

He mumbled something that you couldn't quite make out.

"Speak up, Little Crow."

"Are you going to eat me?"

You barked out a laugh, and he flinched.

"I don't much care for crow," you teased. Surely he's not serious? He tilted his head downward and glanced up at you with his big brown eyes. Yes, he's serious.

"We don't eat people here, Little Crow," you told him gently. "Thenns do that. And I fucking hate Thenns."

"Then what are you going to do with me?" he asked meekly, glancing up for half a second before averting his eyes again.

"What do you want me to do with you?"

He shrugged.

"I think for tonight… I might feed you and put you to bed."

He looked up in confusion.

"What did you expect, Little Crow?"

He swallowed and looked at the floor.

"Do you remember what I told you on the mountain, Little Crow?" He blinked. "I told you to stay close to me, and you'd be alright."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you protecting me?"

"I saw you in a dream."

He lifted his head and looked up at you, finally.

"I'm a dreamer, Little Crow. Sometimes I see things in my dreams that haven't happened yet."

"And you saw me?"

You nodded.

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know yet, in the grand scheme of things. But for us? It means you're mine. And if anyone dares to lay a hand on you, I'll cut it off."

You stared at each other for a moment, and then someone else walked into your tent.

"Sorry I'm late," Lendis said, "hunting party had a--oh." Her eyes lingered on the striped back of a naked crow, who tried to shrink himself into nothingness.

"You can just leave it by the door, Lendis, thank you," you smiled, spotting the tray in her hands. She looked from you, to him, and then smirked and did as she was told.

"Have a good night!" she teased on her way out.

"Don't mind her," you said gently, rising off the floor. "She's a little strange, but she's not a bad person." You picked up the small tray of meat and took it to the fire. "Guess that's probably what they say about me, too."

You picked up a sharp stick from beside the fire, speared the meat, and began roasting it.

"Do you need help getting up?"

He shook his head.

"Come on then, there's enough for both of us."

He struggled, but managed to get up and join you by the fire. The rope around his ankles forced him to take small steps, but he could still move. He sat on his knees again, and you tried not to smile as he attempted to cover himself. You offered him the first piece of cooked meat, and he looked at it warily.

"Just deer, Little Crow. I told you, we're not people-eaters."

Still, he hesitated.

"Would you like me to feed you?"

It was a genuine offer, but he held his tied hands out to take the food. He sniffed it and took a small bite… and then a much larger one.

"How long has it been since you've eaten, Little Crow?"

"Two days," he mumbled through a mouthful.

"Take it easy, wouldn't want to shock your system." Surprisingly, he listened to you this time, and began chewing a little slower. You smiled to yourself and stuck another piece of meat on the fire.

After you'd both eaten, he yawned. It was absolutely adorable.

"Come on, Little Crow. I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you tied for the time being, but that's no reason to let you freeze."

You got up and walked toward the pile of furs you call a bed, got in, and held the blanket up as a gesture for him to join you.

He shook his head.

"It gets colder in here as the night goes on. Come on. I won't touch you if you don't want me to."

He shook his head again, and laid on his side by the fire, with his back facing you. The stripes had faded, but you imagined he was still quite tender.

"Alright, Little Crow, be stubborn about it. Don't even think about going anywhere. You're still naked, and there's a guard posted outside. You won't make it three steps."

You pulled the covers over yourself and closed your eyes… almost all the way. You wanted to watch him for a while.

#writings of despair #koner x you #koner x reader #koner #koner game of thrones #part two of two (for now) coming tomorrow!

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pollenallergie · 5 months

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don’t mind me, just thinking about koner rubbing your back and regaling you with tales from his many travels as a guard to various nobles of the north. you’re both tangled up in the rough, scratchy furs and linens in your bed at the brothel, spent and sated and even a bit sleepy after pulling orgasm after orgasm from one another.

“another. tell me another,” you plead after he finishes telling each story and, as always, he finds it impossible to say no to you, probably because he loves you so much. so, since he’s powerless to refuse you, he continues to humour you, telling you tale after tale until he hears soft little snores emitting from your mouth, signaling that you’ve finally succumbed to your sleepiness.

he smiles lovingly at your sleeping form as he carefully shifts so that he can cover you with more of the furs. he leans his head down just slightly to place a kiss on your head, where it rests on his chest, his lips pressing softly against the crown of it. as he lets his head fall back to rest against the overly firm pillow, he prays to the gods, old and new, willing them to make the old prick that runs the brothel stay asleep, so that he won’t realize that koner’s stayed with you for more time than what he paid for, so that he can spend more time with you, maybe even lie here in your bed with you until the sun rises, if he’s lucky. my, wouldn’t that be a dream, to wake up next to you in the morning, to wake up next to you every morning, the both of you warm and well-rested and safe in each other’s embrace.

one day koner will have enough money to take you far, far away from here, and he’ll make that dream your reality. however, for now, he’ll settle for all the little moments he can get with you; the few moments spent basking in the after glow before the brothel’s owner chases him off, sneaking you into the castle on nights when he isn’t on guard so that you can sleep in a proper bed, secret meetings in the market place where you two duck behind stalls to exchange kisses and whispered sweet nothings, and spending what little amount of your time he can actually afford to buy here in the brothel together, pleasing each other, exploring each other, keeping each other warm as the cold winter winds roar outside.

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lyricswrittenbythesecretdreamer · 2 years

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A Winter’s Tale

After a trying conversation with his partner guard about a beautiful new Lady’s maid, Koner meets the girl and immediately bonds with her over their shared love of dragons.

CW - Female reader, no specific appearance given other than her “beautiful eyes” and the fact that she wears her hair in ‘braids’. Some misogynistic language directed at reader (the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’) but not by Koner.

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Even through his armour, and his North-forged skin, Koner still felt the winter chill in his bones.

It was bleak mid-winter, and he stood guard at the South Gate, waiting for Henk to come and join him from his break. There was a jovial spirit amongst the people of the North - Lady Stark stood at the helm of Winterfell as the Queen in the North while her brother - no, her cousin - lived in Kings Landing as the King Consort of the Dragon Queen.

Koner had never seen a dragon until the battle at the Wall, where he had watched the Stormborn Targaryan take out thousands of wights with one roar from one of her children. He had fallen quite in love with the sight of them, and was sorry to see them leave the North, their dragon-fire lighting up the torches in the turrets as they soared out of Winterfell, carrying the Queen and her new husband on their backs.

His daydreams about the trio of fire-breathing beasts were shaken out of him by the arrival of Henk, who seemed more pleased with himself than usual.

“Guess who I just met.” A challenge, then. It wasn’t unusual for Henk to come back from his break boasting about some higher-up he’d met, once he’d even told Koner he’d met the Lady’s Hound, making a joke about the man not so much clinging to the Queen in the North’s skirts so much as being up them, before another guard gloved him on the back of the head, telling him to not speak of Lady Sansa as such.

And so, Koner did not answer. He didn’t want to give Henk the pleasure.

“Well, if you won’t ask then I’ll tell you.” Here we go. What would it be this time? Maybe he’d actually boast about seeing one of the Starks in person, but then he supposed that Henk would have the foresight to know that Koner would call him out on that sort of lie. “I just met Lady Stark’s newest ladies maid as she was comin’ back from the kitchens.”

Koner raised an eyebrow at this, which Henk took as his allowance to continue with the story.

“She was one of the most prettiest girls I’ve seen in my whole life! The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. And that's not even the best part!” He wiggled his eyebrows at Koner suggestively. “Don’t you want to hear the best part, eh?” Deep down, Koner knew that he would never shut up until he had finished his story, but he still couldn’t bring himself to answer. The biting cold, alongside Henk’s bragging was starting to give him a headache. “Well, the best part is that she’s one of the those the Dragon Queen left for Lady Stark, which means that she’s got to be one of those Yunkai whores she thought she’d freed!”

“But I thought the Targaryan Queen did free the city of Yunkai?” Koner said dumbly, speaking for the first time since Henk had left to go on his break, which caused a bellowing laugh to come from the other man.

“Ah, my naive young partner,” Henk replied in a condescending manner, “You can never truly free a whore. Especially not once from Yunkai - you do know they’re trained to fuck from the moment they learn to walk?”

Remind me never to leave any bairns with Henk, thought Koner, a disgusted chill colder than the north wind making its way down his spine.

“What, you’re saying that whores like whoring?” He snickered, but Henk just laughed again.

“You ever been to a whorehouse, son?” He asked, and Koner shook his head.

“My mother would-” He started, but Henk almost immediately interrupted him.

“Oh, fuck that mother of yours, son. She’s not your wife, she should let you go to a whorehouse. One of the sluts there might be able to get that massive stick from up your arse!”

“My mother just doesn’t want me to be riddled with the clap, is all.” Muttered Koner.

At his comment, Henk began to chastise him about his views on brothels, a scolding that Koner very quickly zoned out of. He thought of the dragons, and the large fireplace in the servants hall that he liked to sit and read beside. Although he couldn’t read very well, the books he liked had nice pictures of dragons he liked to look at. With the huge fire roaring beside him, he almost felt like he was next to one of the huge beasts in reality.

“...so that’s why I can bet you if you gave that woman enough money, she’d spread her legs faster than Jon Snow left Winterfell when he got a taste of dragon-cunt.”

“What?” Koner fell back into the conversation at the mention of dragons. “I mean, you shouldn’t talk about the Queen that way, or the King Consort.” Feeling like he risked sounding too simpering, he added: “You never know who might be listening.”

“Ah, true. But what I said about the Yunkai whore remains true.” He grinned maliciously at Koner, who shrugged in on himself, uncomfortable.

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows if she was even a whore? Maybe she was-”

“She came from Yunkai, she’s definitely a whore.”

There was no arguing with Henk when it came to topics like this. Once, he’d sworn that he’d seen a noblewoman bathing in the hot springs and had taken her maidenhood then and there, which was something absolutely no one believed. The only sex Henk had was with whores, whose virgin innocence was long-gone.

“Whatever you say, Henk.” And so, the two stood in silence until two other soldiers came to take their place at the Southern Gate, and they could return to the warmth of the servants hall.

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Like he had dreamed of earlier, Koner found himself eating his broth and bread, and reading his book as close to the fire as he possibly could, to get maximum dragon ambience. The book had been given to him by one of the Queen’s soldiers, who he had grown close to while they had been stationed at Winterfell and who shared his adoration for the creatures, even going as far as teaching him how to read some of the letters so he could make sense of some of the descriptions, but he still got a headache in between mixing up his Ds and Bs.

None of the other servants or guards had ever taken an interest, only to laugh at the thought of some low-born bastard trying to read about dragons. Not until that night.

“Is that a dragon on the page of your book?” He looked up to see a vision in a simple green wool dress, with braids that fell down past her shoulders and to her waist, where a bronze belt with a strange insignia held up a leather pouch.

“Uh - yeah.”

“May I see?” She asked, but Koner could only nod, cursing himself for being so tongue-tied in the face of such a beauty. He held up the book to her, as one might hold up a sword to a much-deserving knight. She took the book from him, and as she did her soft hands brushed against his calloused ones, causing a tingle in his fingers that travelled all the way down to his cock. If this was how he reacted to barely touching a woman, he should probably take Henk’s advice lest he pop a boner whilst getting knighted by Lady Stark.

(That was one of the quiet dreams he had, one that he had never told another soul about lest he be made a mockery of.)

“This is a book from the Queen’s library in Mereen - how did you get it?” It wasn’t an accusation - she didn’t even ask him in an accusatory tone, but the way she looked into his eyes made him feel as if he needed to apologise to her, as if she was the person he had stolen it from.

“Uh, one of the Dragon Queen’s soldiers gave it to me.” She raised a well-plucked eyebrow at him, and he suddenly had the feeling he was talking to someone much above his station. “He didn’t tell me he’d stolen it, I had no idea-” He began to apologise, but found himself interrupted by the woman’s laughter.

“I didn’t think it was stolen, Sir. I just didn’t expect a Stark soldier to have such an interest in a beast from so far beyond his lands.” At her words, he began to protest, but she laughed again, silencing him. “But if you are, perhaps you would like to hear my stories about the dragons I saw on a daily basis back when I lived alongside Queen Danerys?”

Koner’s mouth dropped open, and he shut it quickly, hearing in his head his mother’s warnings of him looking like a dead salmon when he did so.

“Ah, I see your incredibly subtle partner has made my presence known to you before I got the chance.” She got a sad look in her beautiful eyes, which he immediately felt the need to take away.

“Uh - sorry - my partner?” Was this the lass Henk had been blabbering on about? Well, he was certainly correct when he had spoken about her eyes. Koner had never had the chance to bathe in the hot springs - his mother liked to keep his bath water cold as the snow surrounding their cabin, so he could grow up to be a strong, North-hardened soldier for the Starks. He liked to imagine that stepping into a hot spring would be akin to gazing into this woman’s eyes for longer than ten seconds at a time. He was stuck, and couldn’t form words for the fear of having to leave her gaze to think of them.

“Yes, your partner. That soldier that guards the South Gate with you. He met me on the way back from the laundry as I was carrying Lady Sansa’s bedlinens.” Her face was somewhat hopeful, perhaps hopeful that Henk had not told him what he had, but resigned in a way that she knew that he had done so.

“What, Henk?” At his name, her face twitched into more of a frown than it had before. Fuck.

“Yes, that one. He has a rather large beard, I noticed.” She sounded self-conscious now, rather than the spirited person he had met to begin with. Henk needs a fucking battering for this.

“Yes, I’ve told him he could grow a nest of birds in that fucking thing.” He offers a smile, and she reciprocates it, if not slightly weaker. But she was smiling, at least. “I can’t actually remember what he said to me after that - I don’t tend to listen to much that cunt talks about - it’s usually bullshit.”

She tilted her head at his words, causing her braids to shift and reveal a sliver of her neck, the sight of it sending thoughts of what his mouth might do to it running through his head, down his spine and to his cock, which twitched again. Fuck, he really needed to visit a whorehouse if this was what happened when he talked to pretty girls.

“You don’t get bored?”

“Not when I have dragons to think of.” He smiled in reassurance at her, and a weight seemed to lift from her shoulders. She sat down in the seat opposite him, and handed him back his book.

“Hmmm, what story could I tell you?” She pondered, and he sat forward on his haunches to listen.

“Tell me about the first time you saw them!” He begged, and so she began.

“Well, I had just been freed. When the Stormborn arrived, I was locked away so my master wouldn’t have to give me up - he thought he, a well-known, powerful slave owner would get away with hiding slaves.”

She stopped, to check if he was still listening, but Koner only nodded for her to carry on.

“He did not - the Dragon Queen saved me and the others from his clutches and that’s when I first saw them - they were walking behind her, almost like hounds do their master. Except instead of having fur, they had scales and huge wings and fangs.

“I was terrified, of course, but my interest betrayed my fear, and I asked if I could touch them. My interest humoured her, and she took me to Mereen with her, and then to King’s Landing, and then she brought me here, to Winterfell.

“She saw how much I enjoyed the snow - where I grew up it’s so hot and there is sand as far as the eye can see. I don’t like sand. It’s coarse, and rough, and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here, the snow is soft and smooth and cold.”

At this, Koner laughed.

“You won’t be saying that when you get frostbite for the first time.”

She shrugged, her lips forming a beautiful pout that Koner desperately wanted to kiss from her face.

“Perhaps. But until then, Winterfell is the most beautiful place I have ever been. Even without dragons. So she let me stay, under the guise of gifting the Queen in the North another Lady’s Maid.” She smiled at him again, a wide smile that nearly knocked him into the fire with how much it made his chest hurt to look at.

“She seems like a very kind lady.”

“She is, Sir.”

“Did you ever get to touch the dragon, then?” He asked, excited again, but she simply laughed at him, and Koner looked up at her with his brown eyes in wonder.

“That is a story for another time, good soldier. I have work to do - I must tend to Lady Stark.” She stood up to go, but before she could, he shot up and grabbed her elbow.

“What is your name, my lady? So I know the name of the woman who told me such a fearsome tale.”

She told him, and he had to repeat it. He had to feel the taste of her name on his tongue, as if it was an expensive sweet he’d been given that he was afraid would be knocked from his mouth cruelly.

“And yours, Sir?”

“Koner, Ma’am. And I am no Ser, just a poor soldier who loves dragons.” He grinned at her, and she gave him another wide smile back, knocking him in the chest again.

“Until we meet again, Koner, the poor soldier.”

***

On his next watch with Henk, he found himself being interrogated by the man who had somehow found out about his conversation with the fair maiden.

“So, did she invite you back to her chambers for a good fucking? Is she truly a Yunkai whore like they say?”

Koner spat on the ground.

“No, she’s a nice girl who told me about the dragons she used to travel with.” He fixed Henk with a glare, which had the older man shrink back. “Don’t go besmirching the poor lass’ name again. She’s not a whore, she’s a good woman.” He would not be telling Henk that his cock felt differently.

Henk only laughed at this, only with less surety than before.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you were in love with her, Koner.”

Perhaps he was, but that didn’t matter. Men like Koner never ended up married to women like her. No - she’d be married off to some steward and bear beautiful children, and Koner would have to be happy with his left hand, and the stories of the dragons that she left behind with him.

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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Hello lovely!🌹 I have a Koner request🤭.

Koner's wife brings up having babies, and Koner absolutely loves the idea of having little mini versions of him and his wife running around the house.💖👶💍

(Also if it's ok...could this tie to your Winter Night's miniseries?💖)

ahh hello !! this is absolutely cute for koner. it can be a part of winter nights hehe. who wouldn’t want to have his babies? 😫

here’s winter nights if y’all haven’t read it yet!!

suggestive themes under the cut

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the prospect of having a family was close tied with you. having now a husband yourself was the key ingredient to your little desire. of course, back then you despised the idea of getting married then having to be literal broodmare for a random lord. but here you are, free from duty, married to the man you love. free to chose— well mostly free to choose in your own home. koner beside you, still sleeping as he hasn’t woke up. the little house you two lived in, somewhere quiet and safe, just a little far from winterfell.

you hummed as the birds chirp from outside. the sun was peeking through the cracks of your room. it was summer in winterfell, lesser snow but still cold. it felt good to know how years after you met him that you thought you’d be somewhere in king’s landing. married to a drunk lord of a noble house, miserable and depressed. that’s what all women in westeros have felt through the course of the years of tradition. all idiotic and bullshit it is.

“you’re awake, my love?” you head shoot up from his chest as koner groggily opened his eyes. you giggled, craning your head up to kiss him. he hummed, liking the morning kiss as your scent filled his nose. gods, was he lucky.

“i am. couldn’t sleep anymore.” you quietly responded, bare body pressing against his as koner grumbled.

“mhm.” he sleepily smiled, voice still raspy and deep. your thighs rubbed against each other as you remembered last night’s rigorous activities. an exercise which you certainly liked everyday.

“rest more, the day’s just starting.” he mumbles as you nodded, still feeling a little groggy as you rested your head against his warm chest. the sound of his heartbeat a gentle tune in your ears. your thoughts wondered, all desires and fantasies you had with him. it was about time you talked to him about this.

“what do you think about children, koner?” you blurted out, kissing his skin as he caressed your back, yawing. you didn’t mind to have children— you knew the cost of it but having a child with him meant something.

“a child, my love?” he questions, a bit dazzled at your sudden thought.

“yes. me and you.” you looked up him, staring at his now opened brown orbs. “born with our blood— a child of ours. wouldn’t that be amazing?” you smiled sweetly as koner’s heart bloomed with love seeing how much affection you have in your eyes.

“yes.” he hummed, kissing you again. “it would be wonderful.” he says with much love. the thoughts of you round and big with his child. doing nothing but to be pampered around, to be cared for knowing how precious you are to be having his heirs. though, for the cost of it, knowing he had more mouths to feed was a concern, but that didn’t mattered. he was officially knighted by queen sansa, knowing his loyalty has been well seen. money shouldn’t matter at the moment. the cottage was big enough for the two of you and he daydreamed of it.

“i can almost imagine you and I.” you added, dreamily sighing. “teaching our son, braiding our daughter’s hair. guiding them, loving them. caressing their wee heads when they’re still little babes. you’d want that?”

“my love.” he sighs, kissing your nose. “anything with you, i’d want. little me’s and you’s. it’s perfect.”

“really?” you smiled as he shuffled to hover above you as he kissed your neck making you giggle. the furs dropping as your bare bodies collided withe each other. koner smiled, the drowsiness long gone as he kissed you again, mumbling it your lips. the thought of his own family warming his heart even more. the chance of witnessing your motherhood fresh in his mind, and the fact that he’ll become a father. it was everything he wished for, now staring longingly in your eyes.

“absolutely perfect, love.”

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#koner x reader #koner #koner got #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #game of thrones #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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𝐀 𝐍𝐨𝐭-𝐒𝐨-𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 (Koner x Spellcaster!GN!Reader) When Koner turned up at your door asking to do business with you, you didn’t expect your agreement to turn into something more.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut but the next part(s) will have 18+ only content so MINORS DNI SOD OFF AWAY FROM ME AND THIS BLOG. A little bit of angst if you squint, brief mentions of sex, more of the lead up to the relationship than anything, barely proofread because it’s the middle of the night and I’m tired lolol.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Yes, I bent the lore of GoT for magic because I say magic rights and don’t care what George R.R. Martin says. The next two parts will be smut and will also be the same as each other but one will be written for v owners and the other will be written for p owners so that I’m not limiting it to a specific set of anatomy. I didn’t feel up to writing smut, so I wrote this instead with the intention of writing smut in separate parts. Honestly I’ve had to take a short break from writing because doing smut all the time can be a bit draining for me for personal reasons.

The quiet and solitude of your little home you’d made for yourself in the small village a few miles from Winterfell was something you’d grown accustomed to. You’d lived with your parents for most of your life, but when the time came you built up a life away from them, although still in the same village so that you could be there for them if they needed your help.

Your house was a simple one and resided at the outskirts of the village. Your parents visited from time to time, but apart from that you never had company over. If you were to meet your friends and spend time with them, you did it in the local tavern or at their house. Of course, you were questioned about why you never invited anyone into your home, and you would wave it off saying that it was simply too small to adequately entertain guests. It was a believable enough excuse, and one that meant you were never bothered by anyone unless it was your parents wanting to catch up or spend time with you. However, the true reason behind you never having guests was nothing to do with the size of your home.

You were a spellcaster.

You had known from a young age that you were able to use magic. However, your parents made sure that you only ever used it within the family home so as to not raise suspicions. Magic wasn’t banned as such, but it was long thought to be dead and nothing but fanciful stories and old wives’ tales. If anyone thought there was even a chance that they could use magic and obtain the kind of power that could be utilised by an enemy to overthrow Winterfell, you and your parents would never have heard the end of it. So, you kept it hidden and only used it in the safety and privacy of the family home. Now, as an adult, you practiced your magic in the solitude and emptiness of your own house. It was difficult, of course, because you still weren’t sure of the limits of what you could do even after growing up using magic. You could do small things like summoning small flames into your hands and lighting fires with the blink of an eye, but when you tried to venture into other possible disciplines of magic you just didn’t seem to be able to do anything else.

It was while you were practicing your magic, trying to see how large of a flame you could conjure into your palm, when you received a knock at your door. You swiftly extinguished the fire you’d created and wrapped yourself up in your moth-eaten blanket then opened the door. Before you stood a man wearing the uniform that the Winterfell soldiers donned, confusion etched onto his features as he tried to look behind you into the house.

“Can I help you?” you asked, a polite smile on your face as you tried to close the door a little to stop him being nosy.

“Didn’t you just have a fire lit in there?”

You shook your head. “A fire? No, sir. I’m sure you’re mistaken.”

He fixed his eyes on you and you noticed immediately how dark they were. If it weren’t for the lighter flecks of hazel mixed with the brown, you’d have thought they were black.

“No, I definitely saw a fire. Why did you put it out? Are you trying to freeze to death in there?” he said, clearly determined to get an answer out of you.

“Instead of arguing about this imaginary fire you claim to have seen, why don’t you tell me why you’re here? What brings you to my home, soldier?”

As if remembering that he wasn’t there to ask about fires, his frown morphed into a smile that you had to admit was rather pretty. “I was told I could find herbal remedies and medicines here for a reasonable price if I asked nicely enough.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And who told you that? What’s wrong with the remedies and medicines up in Winterfell?”

His eyes raked up and down your body, making you let out an involuntary shiver. “None of them are as easy on the eye as you are, pretty thing. Who told me where to find you is none of your business. I have my ways.”

You let out an indignant huff but opened the door a little wider and stepped aside. “Get in, before I change my mind. Quickly now, you’re letting out the warmth.”

He smirked as he brushed past you and entered your home. You slammed the door, irritated, and made your way over to the fireplace. If he knew about the herbal remedies and medicines that you crafted, that meant he likely knew about your use of magic and there would be no point in hiding it from him now. However, that didn’t mean you weren’t going to make sure you didn’t need to start preparing to leave at a moment’s notice.

You gazed down at the kindling in the fireplace and clicked your fingers, delighting in the gasp the man let out when it caught alight and began to warm up the room. You quirked a brow as you turned to look at him and took in his expression of amazement.

“Don’t act so shocked. People don’t come to me asking for my services without knowing first at least a little about what I am, and aside from my parents nobody else knows the truth of why I live out here alone. So, tell me the name of the fool gawking at me like I’ve just grown a second head and then tell me who directed you to me.”

The soldier was quiet for a moment before he responded. “Koner.”

You nodded as you moved over to the shelves filled with remedies and medicines you’d concocted and perfected over the years. “Is Koner your name or the name of whoever needs flaying for putting both of us at risk?”

“That would be me.” You heard the man – Koner – pull out a chair from the table and assumed he’d taken a seat there. “So, is it true what they said? You make your own medicines and sell them to other outlying villages to make some coin?”

You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Yes, that’s the long and short of it. I suppose they also told you what I am as well, did they? That I use magic once thought to be extinct to concoct my remedies?”

“Yes and no.”

You picked up a couple of potions you’d put together that took care of one’s general health and placed them in front of him on the table before taking a seat opposite him.

“They told me about your business. I’ve come by here more than once but ended up never knocking on the door. I’ve seen you through the window a few times making fire out of thin air and realised that must be part of how you make them.”

Admittedly, that wasn’t the answer you’d been expecting from him. You were concerned that you would need to track down whoever had discovered your secret and put an end to their rumour spreading in order to protect both yourself and our parents. However, Koner seemed to be telling the truth, though you didn’t completely trust him yet. If he became a regular customer, you would have to see if his words were true or if he was lying to cover for someone else. One thing was for sure: you were going to need something to cover up your windows if you wanted to keep your secret exactly that.

You lifted one of the potions and observed him as he watched in interest. “This takes care of general health. Think of it like a tonic or a pick-me-up. As long as you promise to keep your mouth shut about what you know, I’ll provide you these for free if and when you need them. Other remedies and such will still cost you.”

Koner nodded, a stray brown curl slipping from beneath his hood. “Of course. Will I need to arrange with you a place to meet and trade?”

“And risk someone catching me in the act and following me home? No. You will come to me when you need something from me,” you told him, placing the potion back down on the table.

“And if someone sees me? Asks questions? What shall I tell them?”

A playful smile teased your lips. “That you’re getting an easy fuck from the village hermit.”

You laughed when he choked on his own spit, his eyes wide with shock.

“I’m joking,” you told him. “Nobody would be mad enough to come to me if sex was what they wanted, although I certainly wouldn’t say no to you given the time to get to know you better. Just say to them that my parents have asked you to check in on me regularly. I’ll make sure they know to corroborate your story should somebody discuss it with them.”

Once he agreed, the two of you spent another hour or so becoming better acquainted with one another. You found out that Koner was an only child and both his parents had died five years prior not long after he’d turned twenty. After that, he’d become a soldier of Winterfell to keep himself afloat and had been welcomed with open arms. He’d grown up in the North, but a couple towns over from the village you lived in. Frostbite had almost taken his fingers of his left hand in his first year as a soldier, scars from the ice adorning his fingertips. In turn, you’d told him about growing up as the only person in your family who had magic and how you’d found that other kinds of magic had escaped your capabilities no matter how hard you tried. You regaled him with tales of close calls and the time you’d accidentally burned your mother’s best dress when you panicked as a child, unable to control your magic as effectively at such a young age. You showed him the scar on your knee from when you’d fallen out of a tree when your childhood rival Bram bet you a fresh loaf of bread you couldn’t climb to the top.

When Koner left with the potions you gave him, it was with the promise that he would be back soon if he needed anything else. You bid him farewell with a smile, knowing that he would keep his word and likely return before the week ended.

***

As weeks passed, you and Koner settled into a routine. Every Friday, once the sun set and never a minute before, your curly haired soldier with his chocolate button eyes would rap his knuckles against your door in the pattern you had both devised so that you new who was at your door: two short knocks, a pause, two more, another pause, and then one last knock against the wood. Then, you would let him in and swiftly shut the door behind him before proceeding to close the shutters on all of your windows. He’d then tell you what he needed, you would put the requested items in the satchel he’d bring with him, he’d pay you, and then you’d spend the next couple of hours talking. Sometimes it was about something that had happened that week. Other times it was more questions so that you could become more familiar with one another.

What hadn’t been planned as part of your routine was falling for him. Koner was undoubtedly a handsome man, but his personality – his kindness, the strength of his spirit, the softness behind the hardened exterior of a soldier – was more handsome still. You would spend your days apart hoping that he would drop in unexpectedly one night to spend more time with you, always keeping your home more organised and tidier just in case. The money he paid you for your homemade remedies and medicines had been enough to keep you better fed and you had even given some of it to your parents so that they too could live a better life. Even when you told him he didn’t have to pay you as much as he did, that you would reduce the price just for him if he wished, he would always pay you the full amount.

One evening, when your mother came to visit your home, she’d asked you about your relationship with Koner.

“When are you going to tell him, love?” she’d enquired.

You gave her a frown in return. “Tell him what?”

“That you’re in love with him.”

Those six words had hit you harder than you thought they would. You merely shook your head.

“He doesn’t see me in the same way, mother. Besides, he’s a soldier. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he want the lonely village hermit with their little parlour tricks and potions?”

You glared at her when she smacked your arm.

“I will not have you speaking of yourself in such a way! If he cared so little for you, would he still insist on paying you no less than the full amount of what your potions are worth? Would he bother to stick around after getting what he needs? Would he try so hard to get to know you better and treat you with such kindness? I think you underestimate him and his feelings.”

“And what if he really doesn’t care for me at all?” you murmured, your head bowed to avoid her gaze. “What if all of this is him being polite? He’s a soldier of Winterfell, mother. There must be countless men and women who would do anything for him at the tip of his hat. What makes me so special?”

Her arms wrapped around you from behind and pulled you into her warm embrace. “You always were too stubborn to take mine or your father’s word for it. If you asked Koner how he felt, I know that he would say he feels the same for you that you do for him.”

Even with your mother’s reassurance, the voice of doubt still lingered in the back of your mind.

***

At the four month mark of yours and Koner’s friendship, he knocked that now comforting rhythm at your door and you opened the door with a smile to be met with a sight you weren’t expecting.

He’d brought you flowers.

“I hope you don’t mind, pretty thing,” he said sheepishly. “I saw them on my patrol when I walked past the flower stall and thought of you, so I bought them. If you don’t like them, I can always throw them away. It was a bit forward of me really and I wasn’t thinking when I bought them. I apologise if –”

You took the small bouquet off him before he could change his mind and stepped aside for him to enter, inhaling the scent with a grin. “They’re beautiful, although I’m not sure what I did to deserve such beautiful flowers.”

Koner closed the door as soon as he was inside and shrugged off his cloak. “That’s why I’m here, actually. Tonight will be the last of our business together.”

His words filled you with ice cold as you stared at him. “Oh. I see.”

He continued. “I’ve been considering this for a while. I can’t continue pretending anymore.”

At this point, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. “Pretending?”

“Pretending that I see you as a friend.”

Your hurt must have shown on his face because he quickly backtracked.

“No, wait, that came out wrong. I meant pretending that I see you as just a friend.”

You licked your lips and placed the flowers down on your table, busying yourself afterward by closing the shutters of your windows so that nobody could look in. A jolt of shock ran through you when a pair of firm hands turned you around once the last shutters were closed, those same hands coming to rest on your hips as you gazed into his eyes.

“And how do you really see me?” you whispered, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

“Something I don’t have a word for.” His thumbs caressed your sides soothingly. “You are all I think about when I’m on patrol and carrying out my duties as a Winterfell soldier. I work as hard as I can, hoping to be paid extra if I work hard enough, in the hopes that I can buy even more from you and have an excuse to stay here longer every Friday. It never works, and the lads tease me relentlessly for it, but I don’t care. When my comrades boast about the latest whore they’ve laid with in the brothel in the next town over, all I’m able to think about is how I wish I could lay with you. One of them tells me a joke and I think about whether you would laugh at it too. I see Lord and Lady Stark and the love they share, and I feel a need rooted deep inside me to have that with you regardless of what others would think or say. I dream of you some nights, dreams that I dare not repeat out loud, and when I wake up you occupy every inch of my brain until I swear that I’m about to lose my mind.

“So, you see, I can’t continue to see you every Friday without hoping that you feel the same way. If you can see me only as a friend, then please tell me. Tell me now so that I don’t keep getting my hopes up and deluding myself into thinking that you care for me as much as I care for you.”

Speechless and unable to think of the words to say, you cupped his face and brought his lips to yours in a kiss that you hoped conveyed just how deeply you felt for him. How hard you’d fallen for him over the past four months. He pulled your hips flush against his and you started to relax when he returned the kiss, lips moving over yours messily as you tilted your heads for better access. You hadn’t even realised you were both moving until your back hit the wall. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair and tugged at his brunette curls, his soft moan making you smile against him.

Your lungs crying out for air, the two of you parted and broke the kiss but still held onto one another as if one of you were about to disappear.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this properly,” he muttered, making you laugh.

“Koner, you still have the chance to ask if you so wish. I won’t stop you.”

He blushed as his eyes flickered to and from your lips. “Very well. Y/N, would you do me the honour of blessing me with your presence on a horse ride away from the village, lest I corrupt you and ravish you here and now?”

The thought of him having his way with you had you biting your lip, but that could wait for a later date. He wanted to romance you properly, like a gentleman, and who were you to deny him that?

“I would love that, my sweet man.”

Beaming, he pulled you in for another kiss.

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now if someone wants some fics about my unproblematic love Koner please send asks for him, we are lacking in fics for him big time. 🫶🏽

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𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟑 | 𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a month of living in bliss together outside of king’s landing, you start to hear whispers about the missing winterfell princess, and you begin to worry that maybe your peace has been compromised. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: koner (game of thrones) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: smut (MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, p in v sex, creampie, cockwarming, pet names), mentions of blood, anxiety attack, original characters 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: part 3! hope you enjoy! let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist for this story!

The cloth covering the doorway to your small house lifted open, and your heart soared. Finally, after a long day of waiting, your Koner was home. It wasn’t unlike any other day— he would go to work in the fields and you would stay home and tend the house— but seeing him every day was a treat, especially after the way everything started. You could never undervalue seeing your husband’s presence, because you remembered those days when he wasn’t there. “Koner!” you exclaimed, turning from your work to face the door.

And there he was, in all of his glory. His thin shift was soaked with sweat, his curls doused with it, his cheeks red and shiny; it obviously was hot outside, and the physical labor he endured didn’t help things. The village that you found yourselves in was small, a farming village on the outskirts of King’s Landing, and Koner worked in the fields every day while you did your womanly duties inside the village, cooking and cleaning and sometimes journeying inside the kingdom to go to the market. Most days, you were bored with the sewing and cooking that your role required, but the hurt was soothed every time you saw your husband.

Of course, you and Koner weren’t actually married. You had only lived in the village for about a month and hadn’t had time to tell the story that you and Koner had made up together, but you had every detail of your meeting set in stone. You were among the youngest in the small village, certainly the youngest couple without children, and it felt refreshing to have such a blank slate. No titles, no knights or princesses or anybody or thing of the sort. It was just you and your man.

Koner came to you and slung his arms around you, and he sighed heavily as he nestled his head deep into your neck. “My girl,” he whispered, setting a kiss on the thin skin of your neck, and you warmed at his affections, keening into his sweaty body.

“How were the fields?” you asked, and Koner shook his head. He didn’t pull away from the embrace at all, instead tightening his arms, and you rubbed his back soothingly.

“Hot,” he said. “I’m sore all over.”

You pouted and pressed a kiss to his sweat-laden temple, and your hands raised to push back his curls. “My poor man,” you said softly. “Dinner is almost ready, you can go lay down until then, if you’d like.”

Koner shook his head again and sat down next to you, and he tugged you into his lap before he pressed another kiss to your neck. “I want to be here with you,” he said softly. “I missed you today.”

“You missed me?” you repeated. “My love, you saw me this morning.”

“My heart still hurts whenever I have to leave you,” Koner said. “Makes me think of back when—”

You shushed him quickly, knowing how well sound carried through the small home and out the windows and doors, and you stroked his hair comfortingly. You were forever concerned that people would find out the truth about you and Koner, and you had forbidden any mention of a past life at all, just in case somebody overheard you. The small hut houses were close together, and you had heard some of your neighbors’ louder conversations before, and you prayed to the Gods that nobody would ever hear you and Koner discussing the truth.

“I know, my love,” you told him, and a breeze blew through your house, cooling Koner’s damp skin and rustling the fabric covers you had over the windows. On nice days, you would roll the fabric up to let the sunlight in, but usually they were down to provide shade and privacy in your humble house. “Does the wind feel nice?”

“Yes,” Koner said. “You know what would feel nicer?”

“What?” you asked with a smile. You had a feeling that you knew what your husband’s answer was, because he always wanted the same thing when he came home from the fields sweaty and exhausted, and you felt Koner smile into your neck before he tugged himself out of his hiding place. His hands rose up and he grabbed at his stained tunic, and he tugged it over his head to expose his chest, shiny with perspiration.

“Your cunt,” Koner said with a teasing smile, and you laughed at him as Koner pushed you back, pressing your back against the small table that you sat at. It was a wooden thing that one of your neighbors had gifted you, a sort of house-warming gift, and you shoved your sewing aside to the floor as Koner molded himself to your body. “I’d bet that it tastes better than the damn birds we eat here.”

“What, would you rather the thin and plucked beasts we used to eat?” you asked, and Koner kissed you deeply, pressing his hands to your cheeks.

“Do you really prefer the seabirds we eat now?” Koner asked, and he pressed his lips to your ear and kissed the gentle earring you wore.

“They’re better than nothing,” you told him, and his hands began to shuck up your dress.

“Your cunt was always the tastiest thing in Winterfell,” Koner told you with a barely-audible whisper, and your heart rammed itself against your chest at the mention of your old home. You hadn’t lived in Winterfell since you married James, but the thin chickens you used to eat there were a memory you wouldn’t lose.

You kissed him again to silence the talk of home, and Koner pressed a line of hot, sloppy kisses to your neck and down your body to reach between your legs. He knelt down on the floor, touching his lips to the inside of your thighs, and you helped him tug your dress higher and higher until you were exposed to him. His mouth latched onto your sex in an instant, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he sucked hard at you, and your hand shot out and grabbed at his hair as a moan slipped from your lips.

“Delicious,” Koner whispered, and the tip of his tongue traced your cunt as you tugged at his hair. “My good wife, with your sweet smile and delicious pussy.”

“My good husband,” you told him, and your head fell back in pleasure as his tongue found the small nerve at the top of your cunt, the one that made your thighs shake if he played with it enough. Thunder and lightning struck your belly at the wet touch of the his tongue, and your stomach rippled as you pulled his hair again. “W-With your skilled tongue a-and…”

“And?” Koner asked, and a smile spread across his lips as words failed you. “Already wordless, eh? Sweet girl, let me take care of you.”

You sighed as Koner wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, and Koner breathed heavily through his nose as he spread your thighs wider and nestled his shoulders fully between your legs. His mouth worked against your cunt, earning himself a steady stream of arousal on his tongue, and it wasn’t long before his chin was covered by your sticky slick. Bolts of lightning struck your chest and belly as he ate your cunt, pleasure and ecstasy rattling your thighs, and you cried out when two of his thick fingers suddenly plunged inside you. “Koner!” you wept, and he shushed you with a quick crook up of his fingers inside you.

“Hush, woman,” he told you. “You don’t want anybody to hear you, do you?”

“It’s not necessarily a bad thing if we get caught,” you told him breathlessly, and the shoulder of your dress slipped down your arm as you panted. Koner was breathless as well, licking and sucking at you and trying to bring you to your finish quickly, and his hands wrapped around your thighs and shoved your legs open as wide as they could manage. “No high stakes.”

“Anymore,” Koner whispered into your wet cunt, and you clenched your teeth to keep from admonishing him.

“Don’t you want everyone to hear how well you pleasure your wife?” you asked, and Koner growled into your cunt, his nails digging hard into the meat of your thighs. “Koner, fuck!”

“Just like that,” Koner whispered, his voice raspy. “Yes, my girl, I’ve thought of this all day. My cock’s been hard since I left you this morning, just imagining coming home and fucking you.”

“Well, what’re you waiting for?” you asked. “Fuck me, my love.”

“Not yet,” Koner said, and you whined. “Oh, my poor impatient wife. Your husband won’t put his cock in you, you’re so mistreated.”

“Koner,” you whispered, your nails scraping his scalp. “My love, I’m so close, I want to finish on your cock.”

“That’s too bad, because that’s not what I want,” Koner said. “I want you to fill my mouth, just the way I do with you.”

“And you’ll swallow it?” you asked, your chest heaving. “The same as I do?”

“Of course I will,” Koner told you, and he nipped softly at your clit. Your thighs jumped and quivered at the sharp feeling, and your nails dug hard into the table below you to keep the heat from overflowing too quickly. Koner’s fingers twisted inside you, searching for that spot that made you come undone, and you choked out a cry when he finally found it, the tips of his fingers brushing it quickly. “Do it, girl, finish on my tongue.”

“Koner,” you whimpered as your legs tried to shut around his head, but Koner was strong, and he held your legs open. “Koner!”

“Fuck,” Koner whispered, and he pumped his fingers inside you, fucking you hard. You could hardly hear him over the squelch of your cunt, and you bit your lip hard to keep quiet as Koner continued to fuck you with his fingers, working harder and faster until your stomach quivered and you could hardly warn him before you came hard. You came in spurts on his face, your head fallen back to free your moans, and you whimpered and cried as he continued his assault on your clit. He was panting against your wet cunt, taking as much of you in his mouth as he could manage, and his warm hand lifted to your face and tilted your head down to look at him.

He looked totally debauched, his cheeks red and his lips bright and wet as he showed you the inside of his mouth, your cum lingering on his pink tongue, and Koner swallowed thickly, his eyes closing peacefully as he hummed. “Good girl,” he whispered, and you shuddered as he pulled his fingers from you slowly. “My good wife, you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re so good to me,” you told him, and you panted and tried to regain your breath and mind as Koner stood. His arms went tight around you and lifted you from the table, and he carried you to the bed before he went for the ties on his pants. You quickly stripped yourself of your dress and tugged your husband down into a kiss, and you licked at his salty lips. “Fuck me, Koner, please fuck me!”

“You don’t have to beg,” Koner whispered soothingly, and he pushed down his trousers and stepped out of them, one hand reaching down to stroke his hard cock as he pushed your legs open. “I’ll fuck you, my girl, no begging needed.”

The moment he pushed his burning cock inside you, your soft cunt throbbed hard at the overstimulating feeling. Koner groaned through his teeth at the squeeze, and he grabbed your hips and shoved himself fully inside you, pressing his balls to your ass. “Perfect cunt,” Koner grunted, and he reached up and squeezed your breast hard. You whimpered at the pain but you loved it anyway, and Koner smiled, crooked and beautiful. “I love you.”

You dragged him into a messy kiss, feeling him breath heavily against you, and you wrapped your legs tight around his waist and pulled him ever closer. He started to thrust into you, and he bit your lip as he fucked you hard, hard enough for the wooden table to creak underneath you. You briefly wondered if your neighbors could hear you, but you didn’t care enough to ponder it for too long, and Koner made sure you were thoughtless with the speed he fucked you.

“My girl,” Koner huffed, smacking your ass harshly. “My sweet girl, cunt’s so tight, I can hardly believe it. If I hadn’t been the one to take your maidenhead, I would think this tight of a cunt belonged to a virgin.”

“My love,” you panted, your cunt squeezing him with sensitivity. “Oh, I’m going to cum again!”

“So soon?” Koner asked with furrowed brows, and the head of his cock buried deep inside you, right into that beautiful spot that made stars appear in your hazy vision. You whimpered and nodded, and Koner laughed. “Fuck, but I’m close too, my girl. You’re so beautiful.”

He was right; his cock was flexing inside your gummy walls, his heavy balls slapping your sticky cunt with every thrust. He was so close, and you knew that it wouldn’t take long for him to finish. “I love you,” you told him, and that alone seemed to do the trick, because Koner groaned and leaned down to kiss you as his cock throbbed and he spilled himself inside you. The feeling of it was enough for you too to whimper and cum, and you laid in his arms as you both panted and tried to regain some sense of self.

“I love you,” you told him again, and Koner sighed heavily as he kissed you. “Please, my love, lay down, take a break.”

“But I’m inside you,” Koner started to protest, and you shook your head.

“I’ll keep your cock warm,” you told him. “You had a difficult day of work, please lay down.”

Koner nodded, and he carefully laid himself down on top of you, being quick about turning the both of you so that you could lay on top of him. His cock nestled inside you in a way that made your stomach shiver and warm, and you kissed his cheek as he sighed again. His skin was impossibly warm, and you traced your finger along the muscles on his chest as he whispered, “My beautiful girl. How was your day? I didn’t ask before we started fucking.”

“It was fine,” you shrugged. “I’m nearly finished with the quilt for the colder months. If you had come home later in the night, it would be completed.”

“That’s so quick,” Koner said with a laugh. “You sew at alarming speeds.”

“It’s the way my mother taught me,” you told him.

Koner was silent for a moment, then he brushed your hair aside and whispered, “Do you ever miss Winterfell?”

“Koner,” you started softly, set on fussing at him for even mentioning Winterfell, but he shook his head.

“I know, I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Koner said quickly, cutting you off. “But do you?”

You sighed, and your fingers played with the light dusting of hair on his chest as you thought about your answer. “The only thing I ever missed about Winterfell was you,” you told him softly. “My sisters, my brothers, they never meant much to me. You were the brightest thing in my life back then, and now I have you forever.”

Koner’s cock flexed inside you again, earning him a gasped moan, and he slowly pulled out of you, leaving you with an ugly, sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. You felt your combined slicks slide out of you and coat your cunt, and you clenched your thighs together as your husband stood and went in pursuit of a fresh set of clothes. He seemed to be mulling over your words, and you sat up on your elbows and watched him. “Koner?” you asked, and he turned to you slightly, regarding you out of the corner of his eye.

“Forever,” he repeated finally. “Nothing will ever take us apart.”

“You hesitated to say that,” you chuckled lightly, trying to hold back the anxious trembling in your voice. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” Koner said, but you had a hard time believing him. You watched him for a few seconds more as he got dressed, and he finally sighed. “I just worry.”

“About what?” you asked.

“You know what,” Koner said, his eyes dropping to the open windows. You knew as well as him that your little bliss in the village outside of King’s Landing was daily threatened, especially with your title, but every day was a good day, so long as you were in your husband’s arms. “I worry that I’ll wake up in the night and that bastard will be here, and he’ll take you away from me again.”

“I’ll fight,” you told him. You sat up and stretched your arms out to him, and you beckoned him closer to you. Koner pulled on a clean pair of trousers before he turned back to you fully, taking your hands in his, and you added, “Tooth and nail, to the death. Nobody will separate us.”

“I’ll fight too,” Koner told you. “You had better believe that I’ll fight to keep you. We’ve worked so hard to be together, I won’t give up easily.”

“I love you,” you told him, and you tugged him close to press a kiss to his warm, slick mouth. “Now, dinner should be ready. Sit down, let’s eat.”

“How did you meet your husband?”

Fear rocked your body at your friend’s words, but you continued your sewing as if nothing had happened. “Oh,” you chuckled lightly. “It’s a long story.”

Dasina shook her head with a laugh, tugging her needle and thread up towards her face as she did her own sewing. Dasina was an older woman in your village, the first one you had spoken to when you and Koner had settled there, and you enjoyed her company. Even though you hadn’t been able to be fully truthful with her, she was a good enough friend, perhaps the first friend you had ever really had that didn’t covet you solely because you were a princess. “I like long stories,” Dasina told you, and you chewed your bottom lip.

“My husband is much better at telling this story than I am,” you told her. Dasina watched you as you urged your needle through the fabric, and you checked that your stitches were even before you said, “Our fathers were guards at King’s Landing together, before my father was thrown from his horse when I was ten. But they were good friends, and we grew up together. He was closer to my older brother, in age and friendship, but, according to him, he fancied me for years before he ever did anything about it. I, erm… I fancied him too, and I actually did something about it first.

“He and my brother were sitting under a tree together one day when I was… I was sixteen, I think, I had just turned it. He was eighteen, and he had just taken up the sword like our fathers… He was so young and handsome, I was pathetically in love. Anyway, I came and sat next to them and started to make a small ring out of a flower, and I took his hand and slipped it on him. He was sputtering out a proposal within seconds, turning red and stuttering, it’s like he couldn’t speak fast enough. It was cute…”

You trailed off, hoping that the answer was sufficient. You and Koner had come up with the story as you rode from Winterfell to King’s Landing, including fake names and birthdays and family histories. If anybody asked him, he would tell the exact same story, nearly beat for beat.

“And your wedding?” Dasina asked.

You sighed. “Warrek and I were married soon after,” you told her, using the fake name for your husband that he had come up with. Your fake name, Mansy, came from Koner as well. “About a month after he proposed. Neither of our families were very well-off, so we didn’t have a proper wedding; it was a small ceremony, just our families, and we both went home afterwards. We’ve never lived together until now… Hence the quilts and—” You paused to laugh, hoping it came off as sheepish. “And the sudden homemaking.”

“Why the occupation shift?” Dasina asked curiously. “He was taking the sword, and now he works the fields?”

You sighed, like you were gathering your thoughts of the events that you were going to tell her. “We had been married for almost a year,” you told her. “He was training one day, and he lifted his arm wrong, or maybe his sword was too heavy— Warrek doesn’t talk about it a lot, so I’m not sure what exactly happened. Regardless, he injured his shoulder, to the point where we were sure he would lose his whole arm. He couldn’t move it at all, his fingers were useless, he was in constant pain. He begged me to put him down like a lame horse. Nobody, not even our physician, knew if he would heal. But, slowly and surely, he started to regain use of his arm, but he couldn’t lift his sword. He tried for years to get back to where he was, but eventually, we had to face the fact that he just couldn’t do it… It destroyed him. All his life, he had wanted to guard the kingdom, and suddenly that was ripped from him. It was difficult to sit by his side as he would cry about it…”

You stopped suddenly, grinding your back teeth, as if remembering the nights that your dear Warrek would cry into your chest, just the way Koner had described with a sort of sick glee. “His shoulder still pains him many days,” you said lightly, as if trying to cover your sadness.

“Gods,” Dasina said. “I’m sorry to bring it up. But he manages alright?”

You shrugged. “Every night, we have a routine of warm compresses and numbing salves just so he can sleep,” you told her. “If he had it his way, he wouldn’t be working at all, but I told him that he needed to do something. He’s not good when he’s still for too long, Warrek needs a job of some sort. He used to work in the marketplace inside the kingdom, but we decided we needed something new, so… Here we are.”

“Well, we’re glad you’re here,” Dasina said, and she reached out and lightly patted your knee. “The village was in need of some new blood, especially from people so young.”

You smiled lightly, and you snapped the threat on your needle with your teeth. You held up the quilt as best as you could to admire your handiwork, and you smiled again at your achievement. You had always done small sewing projects, mostly little embroidery pieces that went unnoticed by your parents if it wasn’t perfect, but this quilt, large enough to fit both you and your husband, was your crowning achievement.

“You finished that quickly,” Dasina remarked, and you nodded slowly, folding the quilt over your arm. “Did you not start that last week?”

“My mother was a seamstress,” you told her. “She taught me to sew like she does, and she sews at breakneck speeds.”

��And the stitches are so even,” Dasina added. “Would you like to finish mine?” You laughed along with her, but your smile melted off at her next words: “Have you heard about what’s happening in Winterfell?”

You wrinkled your eyebrows. “No,” you told her; Dasina could be known to be a gossip, but you never thought that she would bring up you or Koner, despite you being sure that everybody was talking about it. “Are the Starks waging war again?”

“They might,” Dasina said. “One of the Stark’s daughters was kidnapped.”

“Oh,” you frowned. “Was there a ransom?”

“No,” Dasina said quickly. “She was kidnapped from her husband’s home near the Wall, and everyone thinks it was one of her knights that took her.”

“That’s awful,” you mumbled. “Poor girl.”

“Yes,” Dasina said. “The Starks are demanding that the knight bring her back, or else they’ll kill him.”

“Well, I think they’d kill him regardless of if he brings her back or not,” you said, trying to act as if you were detached, but you took up your sewing once more to try to hide your shaking hands. “If he brings her back, he’s admitting to kidnapping her; if the Starks find them, then they’ll murder him where he stands. He can’t win… Not that he should win, anyway.”

You didn’t miss the look that Dasina gave you, almost like she knew something. Did she? There was no way that she could, right? Your heart rammed itself into your throat, and you clenched your back teeth as you looked up from your sewing to look out towards the fields, trying to find any sign of Koner out there. Even seeing the silhouette of his head would comfort you, but you saw nothing. “Poor girl,” you added again, trying to play off your nervousness, and you hissed as your needle caught the tip of your finger. “Damn it.”

“Oh, darling, are you alright?” Dasina asked, and you clenched your teeth as a drop of blood began to bloom on your finger.

“M’fine,” you mumbled, and you pressed your throbbing fingertip to your lips to try to control the small flow. “Don’t worry about me. I can patch it up when I get home, I’ll be alright.”

Dasina still looked at you with that odd look, like she knew your truth, and you gathered the quilt in your hands as a cold breeze blew through you. “Erm, actually, I’ll be back,” you told her quickly, and you got up from your seat before she could say anything. You knew how suspicious you were acting, but you felt like you were being suffocated with the truth, and you needed to escape.

You carried the quilt as you walked home, hoping that your hasty exit wasn’t worrying. You had no idea how to respond to Dasina’s rumors, and leaving just seemed like a better option than floundering your way through a conversation about yourself. You could later explain yourself to Dasina, how you felt faint and needed to get home before your husband did so that he didn’t worry himself, and you only relaxed slightly once you were hidden away inside your home. Your nerves were still at a ten, though, and you sat down on your bed and cradled your hands to your chest as you tried to control your breathing and thoughts.

Dasina doesn’t know, you told yourself. There’s no way that she knows. Sure, maybe she had looked at you oddly when you were acting odd about the mentions of the princess, but she surely had no idea that you were the princess and your husband was the knight. The more you thought about it, though, the more you became sure: she had to know.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there. It was long enough, apparently, for Koner to come home, and he flew into a panic when he saw you sniffling and struggling to breathe. “My love,” he said, kneeling down on the floor in front of you, dragging the quilt from your lap; it was stained with your blood. “What’s wrong?”

“She knows,” you croaked. “Dasina knows.”

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winter nights | koner pt. 2

SUMMARY : if the gods could toss a coin right now, you wish they’d wager on how your relationship with the winterfell soldier would be. will it be pure despair or contentment?

koner x fem! reader

masterlist, @fhrlclln, pt. 1

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : lil’ angst, overthinking, fluff, smut (oral sex; m!receiving, blowjobs, p in v, unprotected sex & rough sex)

WORD COUNT : 7,469

a/n: i was deciding if whether i should put the timeline in GOT s7 but i just went away with being after the timeline of GOT so it’s easier to make shit up hehe. Y’ALL SORRY FOR THE DELAY. kinda added smth hehe. but here ya go. i like the ending hehe <3

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

the morning sun came by as quickly as you expected. your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the light coming from the shut window peeking in. the residual coldness was seeping in as you snuggled yourself back against the warm body hugging you from behind. a strong arm draped over your waist, locking you tight against his chest. the gentle beat of his heart thumping against your back. you could almost fall asleep again, wanting no more than to lay on this bed with him. alas though, the man behind you was stirring awake as his hips rubbed against your bare ass making you shift a bit at the sudden sensation of something hard poking underneath the furs. a thought escaping your soiled mind, a small smile formed on your lips as your hand went down, earning a sharp gasp from the man behind.

hence, the morning awakened with the bed squeaking.

“a-ah!” you huffed, hips bouncing without any shame. your hands clawed his shoulders as koner grunted at the crook of your neck, hands grabbing your soft bum, squeezing them as he guided your hips a bit in the rhythm. you were a minx, a damn nymph for stroking him until he awoke hot and bothered. and here you are, bouncing up his cock as you rode him into an orgasm. like last night wasn’t enough cock for you.

“i think i’ve soiled you, ey?” koner grunted, his usual shyness and awkwardness already gone. he’s had you so many times last night, waking up to rutting himself to you in the middle of the night, desperate to feel your cunt enveloping his cock again as he moaned out, focusing on you again. “seven gods, you’re a goddess sent to me. i don’t deserve you.”

“y-you do.” you manage to squeak it out making him chuckle despite the loud skin slapping. his grunts went louder as the squelch of your pussy juice slapped against his balls and his stomach, dripping down as he could feel himself wanting to rut up to cum inside finally. but he let you take the lead, liking the furrow on your forehead how serious you are to fuck yourself on his cock.

“i’m close.” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, panting against his ear as you rutted your hips ruthlessly. cock sliding in and out as your cunt clamped around him, your clit rubbing slight against his stomach as the familiar coil in your belly arose.

“go on, m’lady.” he urged, kneading the dough of your ass. you kissed him, the urgency taking over as you rode him harder, tits bouncing as he sucked the bottom of your lip making you whimper. “let it go, want to see you feel good around me’ cock.”

“y-yes!” you nodded as you slammed down. koner let out a soft moan as his balls tightened, he rutted up to help you as he could feel himself cumming as well. your belly snapped, your back arched as your rutted endlessly with your orgasm flooding your whole entire body. koner threw his head back as your cunt gripped him, making him slam himself up to the brim to fill your cunt up as he shoots his seed. you kissed his neck gently, the wonderful euphoria enveloping your body as you two rode down your highs. the coldness of the room replacing with warmth of each other’s body heat. all perfect for a morning fuck.

“i feel like my insides are full of you.” you sighed out, eyelids fluttering from the rigorous coupling. too fucked out to even cover yourself. he indeed filled you up to the brim, his remaining cum still inside you from last night mixed with the warm one, gushing out of you. you felt chummy as you laid back on the furs, whilst koner let out a chuckle, laying right next to you with his head propped on the pillows. admiring you so dearly.

“mhm. but you like it?” he teased, kissing your bare shoulder. you hummed, a smile forming lazily as he pulled you to his arms.

“maybe.” you grinned as he kissed your lips briefly again.

“liar.” he whispered to your lips as you giggled at his tactics. the day finally started as sounds of footsteps outside your door begun to arise from their beds. you can hear the familiar chatter down below and the sounds of horses coming from outside. your heart beats loudly as you were situated now in the bathtub, caressing your skin with a cloth as koner was on the bed, cleaning his armor and sword while you watched him with greedy eyes. shirtless with just his trousers on, muscles budging on his pale skin every flex he did as he run a cloth through his sword, wiping off the dried blood. the remembrance of the bloody circumstances you had met him.

you could only hold back a smile as you continued your bath. feeling the familiar flutter in your chest as each scrub in your body reminded you the way he touched you. you certainly liked him, a lot, for just a night of knowing the man. you didn’t know if you were so naive and stupid, but your mother wasn’t here to tell you that. though, an uncertainty escaped your thoughts. you glanced to the sweet man on the bed, you weren’t dumb of course to think if he only wanted this and begone once you two arrive in winterfell. you craved him, wanting more than just this unexpected amour. it was illicit, you thought, the happiness mixing with doubt.

you’re young. you could hear you mother’s words. you cannot grasp what you want or what you claim to need. you are to be a lady. act like one. the bitterness on your tongue stayed as you looked down on the soapy water. conflicted as you are, you let out a sigh as you looked up to be met with a pair of those brown-honey orbs filled with glee.

“having fun there, my love?” he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on your lips then to your wet cheek. you hummed, bottling your thoughts up as you cupped his rosy cheeks.

“just tired and sore. my hips feel like jelly.” you pouted, a frown escape his lips as he kissed your cheek again for an apology yet you smiled at him before he could apologize. “but, i feel amazing.”

“yes?”

“certainly.” you whispered as his lips brushed against yours. koner felt like he was put in a trance, this pretty lady luring him in the tub. he was about to give in yet a sharp knock on the door made him sigh, as the sunny voice from last night followed through making you laugh.

“cockblocker.” he muttered as he stood up, leaving you to the warm water as he opened the door to be met by that charming bar maiden. her hands holding a tray of two soups and a tea of some sort, then a big loaf of bread that made his mouth water.

“g’morning, lad!” she grinned widely.

“morning.” koner nodded.

“i’ve got two soups and a fresh loaf, on the house for the lady and you.” she handed the tray to him with glee, the warm aroma of the soups hitting his nose followed by the warm bread. almost like the memory of his mother’s cooking.

“you’re too kind, miss.”

“ah, ‘s nothing.” she chuckled. “i’ve also brewed a herbal tea for the lady. make sure you give it to her.” she gestured to the pipping hot mug. he rose a brow at that making the barmaid grin wider, a teasing look in her eyes as koner eyed her suspiciously. questioning the concoction.

“tea?”

“for unwanted surprises, dear!” his eyes widened at the boldness of her words. “brewed that myself, my own little recipe. after your little ruckus last night, the whole inn can hear you two. so, i thought—“

“t-thank you!” koner cut her off, red rose to his cheeks as he closed the door immediately. the bar maiden let out a snort as he put the tray on the old wooden table. you had just finished drying yourself up, putting on the dress you wore from yesterday. the silks warming you up as you begun tying the silk ribbon to secure the dress.

“the kind lady brought food?” you glanced to the table seeing the white loaf and soup still steaming. your mouth watering as your stomach grumbled.

“kind enough to make you a special tea as well.” he added. “on the house.” he urged the mug to you. your brows furrowed slightly as you grabbed the mug, giving it a quick sniff.

“tea for what?” you glanced at him seeing his smirk as he kissed your cheek. taking a sip cautiously, grimacing at the bitter flavor. like those medicinal herbs you took when you were ill with a cold as answered your curious mind with a little cockiness in his tone. making you spit the tea a little at the answer afterwards.

“for unwanted surprises from this night and morning’s activity, love.”

•••

the snow had melted surrounding the inn. dull grass were in your view as you stood outside of the tavern, cloak and other necessities in hand as you waited patiently for koner and the stable boy to bring out the horses. your bare fingers started to fiddle with each other. glee fluttering in your chest, never had you felt more happier than ever. your thoughts raced immediately as you heard the hooves clicking on the soil. you turned around to see koner guiding the two horses. back in his winterfell armor, helmet and all. his black beauty and your white mare he was holding the reins of. you could tell she was feeling fine after her arrow wound.

“is she suitable to ride on?” you asked, smiling as you petted her snout, earning a approved gruff from the mare. worried for her injured leg.

“she’s fit for riding again.” koner caressed your horse’s mane. “a night’s rest had sufficed her, m’lady.” he added.

“m-my name will do just fine, koner.” you reminded him, a slight pout on your lips. even though you liked him calling you lady, it always felt a bit off.

“of course. apologies.” he grinned as he helped you up to your horse. gripping your waist, lifting you up strongly to situate yourself on the saddle. you fixed yourself, moving your hips to make you a bit comfortable as you watched him get on his horse.

“winterfell’s just by the end of this road. i think we can arrive there before my watch partner gets suspicious.” he looked from beyond as you guided the horse next to his. you nodded, tailing beside him as the dirt road got wider, your field of vision able to see the old castle walls of winterfell. the banner of the direwolf proud and independent.

“winterfell still looks like the same after all these difficult years.” you commented, the wind brushing against your cheek. you admired the gray walls, reminiscing the time you loved walking around the garden inside. the big red tree you would see, always astonishing you.

“and all the blood it’s witnessed.” he added grimly. you nodded at that, after rob and ned stark’s death, everything had changed as you have heard. you weren’t able to comfort sansa in king’s landing back then, your family forbidding you so to be involved in whatever scheme was going on. little you know yet for certain a gruesome outcome for the stark family. you glanced again to koner, a creep in the back of your neck bothering you as you two hadn’t talked about whatever was going to be the outcome of your relationship right now. unspoken as it is, genuine affection was plastered in his face as he caught your eye. you smiled at him, seeing as the walls of winterfell neared.

you two arrived at the front gate, koner was talking to some men as they let you through the metal gate. you were met by the familiarity of winterfell. it wasn’t as dull and grey it used to be, you can see more people were livelier than ever. morality gleeful than it was before. you condemned sansa’s ruling after they had been independent now. the north returning to it’s rightful place. having a queen in the north.

“oi, koner! you fucking twat. where in the seven hells have you been?” a roaring voice interrupted your thoughts. you could hear koner grunt out something, visibly annoyed seeing a fellow soldier march towards him. you got off your horse, seeing as the dispute between them turned into hush whispers. like siblings brawling you could tell.

“first, you fucking ditch the night watch and now you’re what!? saving a lady in the woods, you fuck—“

“henk, you stupid fuck. the m’lady y/n from house…” you got a little close to them, shrugging off your cloak as your eyes met with his. the other soldier seem to notice his sudden stare as he turned to you. eyes widening as his helmet clanked when koner hit him square on the head.

“good day.” you nodded to the embarrassed soldier. he seem to caught on your face as you noticed some other soldier retreating to the great keep.

“m’lady.” he bowed his head slightly out of greeting. “a-apologies.” he whispered something to koner afterwards, signaling something, yet he was bested to it when you were met with another soldier. your attention was now caught as you were told you would be escorted with koner to the great keep. the awaiting queen mentioned making koner freeze instantly as he stood beside you.

“are you nervous?” you asked him, walking up to be met by the large wooden door. two guards guarding the outside.

“it’s not so common for a foot solider to be summoned by her grace.” he whispered, a slight tremble in his tone. visibly sweating a bit underneath his armor.

“it’s going to be fine.” you assured him, hand squeezing his for a moment seeing him calm down bit by bit as the doors creaked open. your lingering touch making him seize his nervousness.

the hall was empty as you two got in, your house name being called. you lifted your dress a bit to walk, the teachings of etiquette now in display as koner watched you with his head bowed. you gracefully walking to the northern queen sitting on the throne. him, bending his knee at her presence. you were met with the familiar blue eyes and the locks of red hair adorning her silver crown.

“your grace.” you greeted, not forgetting to bow before her as she stood from her place. an uneasy silence between the two of you. you admired her for a second, seeing her once sparkling eyes now to this matured dull, a coldness in her face you could tell. a pity in your stomach forming as you remained formal. you could remember the feasts garnered here in the great hall, you could remember arya throwing food at sansa whilst jon, robb and theon laughed at it. the memory of little bran running around while ned and catelyn stark sat upon their chair. the melancholy so bitter yet sweet to remember.

“it has been a long time.” she started, stepping forward as a small smile creeped on her lips. you were about to respond yet she engulfed you in a kind hug. you were taken a back at the sudden warmth, your hands splayed on her back as you smiled, meeting eye to eye now. a glimpse of the sansa you knew appearing. “how have you fared?”

“i am well, your grace.” you grinned. “weeks journey with my two men from king’s landing. but under different circumstances it changed. one of your soldiers has guided me safely here. i couldn’t be more grateful.” you took a step back, gesturing to koner who arose from his bended position, looking down now as he shyly met your eyes. a moment flew as sansa looked at him briefly, remembering as the one who had reported with that other soldier named henk about arya. you held your gaze for him, softening your features as koner looked back to his queen.

“under different circumstances?” she asked looking to the man in question.

“bandits, your grace. in the woods outside of the walls, i have found her there surrounded by them whilst i was scouting the area.” he answered, a little lie there to not mention he was lazying his post.

“it was brash of me to think i could travel in a small group.” you sighed, shrugging. “but no less am i injured nor is koner.”

“i, thank you, koner.” she nodded to him as he froze in his place, a gratitude from her majesty? you observed him as a smile escaped your lips for but a moment, only to disappear as koner’s face contorted to something else, a glint in his eyes you could tell something wasn’t right. a realization in him that had you wondering.

“just doing a soldier’s job, your grace.” he bowed his head, sansa dismissed him as he met your gaze again. you held yourself to his brown orbs, a feeling of your eyes asking him without words if you’ll see him again. a flicker showed, something else. he averted your gaze, a dread filled your throat as you watched him walk out of the halls and back to where he was. you couldn’t help but feel as if this was either a departure, your heart couldn’t take the thought anymore as sansa’s muffled words brought you back from your head.

“i believe we have a lot of catching up to do.” she smiled, offering her arm as you took it gladly. you two alone without any audience, the formal mask slowly disappearing as two childhood friends were present now.

“yes. w-we do.” you chuckled, masking your frown, looking back briefly to the closing big doors to see his figure slowly disappear from your field of vision. the uncertainty coming back, lulling yourself back into the world, hoping that last night and this morning wasn’t the last you’ll see him. or maybe in forever.

•••

mixed emotions were flying through the air as you sat in your room, a beautiful room you were brought in. warmth comforted you as you sat alone on your bed, a familiarity you had as you remembered the room you shared with him. the walk with sansa across the courtyard indeed made you feel a little better. it momentarily took your mind off the things you were dealing with, specifically the emotions you were wondering if this was right. you had remembered briefly the wide grin sansa had when you two were talking about your naive phases you two would marry. so young and full of fantasies that turned grim as reality hit the both of you. you liked that you could understand her after everything she had gone through.

to that awful joffrey baratheon then to the usurp of the freys, ramsay bolton a sensitive topic and one you knew sansa had changed after that vile man. she’s already a strong woman as you knew, just that the cruel world had made her cold to what they did to her. you nipped the bottom of your lip now, fidgeting the soft fabric of the wine red dress you wore, the hems and edges adorned with gold lace patterns and your bodice showcasing your cleavage a bit. it’s pretty, pretty for a feast you had to attend to this night. you stood up from your place, looking at yourself from the mirror as the candle lights flickered in the room.

get it together. you thought to yourself, fixing anything out of place as a knock on your door signaled you it was time to go. you took a deep breath, pushing down your worried state for him as you opened the door to be met with a surprise.

“ease down, love. it’s just me. i’ve come to escort you.” koner chuckled, you were silent to his face lit up again. than the one in hall, maybe it was just you right now. how your mind is overthinking, situations you come up in your head that lead to one cause. you’re scared. scared and uncertain for this one unexpected upbringing that made you happy and if it will end in the days to go. foolish thoughts it was, he’s standing right here wasn’t he? he still wants you for certain.

“koner.” you manage to breath out his name before pulling him in the room by his armor, slanting your lips against his with much fervor. like you wanted to savor him before you’d be back in king’s landing by the following weeks. as if time would run out if you didn’t act further. you need him.

“m’lady,” koner grunted, mumbling between your kisses. “m’lady, please—“ you didn’t hear him, choosing to pull him in further. “y/n, please. my love, not here.” he pulled away, gripping your shoulders to secure you. your eyes widened, a blush creeped up to your cheeks, embarrassment taking over.

“a-apologies.” you squeaked out, the look on his face made you crumple feeling the sting of the slight rejection. he doesn’t—

“you are trembling.” he noticed, your heart thumps against your chest as you averted his gaze just like he did before.

“i-i don’t— i don’t know why i’m…” you stuttered, feeling so dumb, as if you thought the kiss would solve your undying thoughts and desire. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have kissed you so sudden.”

“it’s not like i displease your sweet affection, love. i fear for anyone who sees upon us, a soldier and a lady. i do not wish to damage your image.” he caressed your arms, slowly gliding down to grasp your hands to his large gloved ones. you stared down to his hands as he brought both of your soft ones to his lips, kissing them gently. he still wants you. your mind repeated. the bitterness washing away.

“right.” you nodded, still feeling jittery. not like you wish to care about presenting your house, but thoughtful he was to care about you.

“why are you so shaken, my love?” koner asked sincerely, bringing your hand to his chest to hear his beating heart. koner seemed to notice the slight tremble on your sweet lips, the ones he had kissed and cherished, worshipped you this morning and the night before. it took him all the amount of restraint to not have you in here. though, he was worried seeing you like this. it was bad enough for him to get so nervous seeing you become a true sophisticated lady in front of her grace. a new person he had see in you than what he had witnessed alone before. idiotic he is to think so insecurely right now, but you were both idiots with your heads stuck up in each other’s stubborn thoughts.

“this… between us—“ you started, finally meeting his eyes again. “it’s not just a fleeting moment, is it?” you asked hopefully.

“us?” he looked a little surprised at the sudden question. he had been holding himself back for asking that as well, afraid of your answer.

“y-yes. i think i’ve made it clear that i like you…” you bashfully added. “from the morning and the night before. i can’t help but f-feel uncertain where this would lead.”

“i do like you as well, m’lady.” he strongly implied, looking in your eyes to get to his point. he does want you, in every selfish thoughts he had desired. from the moment he saw you in the woods and the first time he made you smile he was certain it would be you. you looked at him clearly this time, seeing if he was certain. his lips almost brushed against yours as he breathed out his want. “i want nothing more than to have you, if you’ll have me.”

desire runs through both of your veins. the mere closeness had you wanting for more. you could feel it again, the heat in your cunt, the same thing he had relieved you from with his cock. you hadn’t notice how warm you are just thinking about him here.

you let out a shuddery breath. “then, does it mean…”

“lady y/n?” a maid’s voice was heard as your heads whipped to the slight ajar door. the maid was about to get in but you opened it wide as koner stepped out to guide you making the maid surprise.

“m’lady.” she greeted, nodding her head to you. “your grace has requested your presence.” she looked to koner suspiciously before averting her gaze to you.

“yes. koner was just escorting me to her.” you lied, as the maid nodded and scurried off. you two fell silent the way there, you grasped his hand before going separate directions once the great hall was in view. a reminder to continue the conversation later. adorned with torches set in an ambiance as all higher ups, knights and visiting nobles adorned the hall. laughter and the scent of ale filled the entire once dull room as you could see sansa briefly talking with the lord commander of the night’s watch. her brother you remembered. that familiar black hair and attire. jon snow. you strutted towards them as you were greeted by every noble that knew of your father. finally sansa was able to stand beside you as one of the servers offered you a goblet of wine which you gladly accepted, sipping it a bit.

“fashionably late?” she asked, still a stoic expression in her face yet you knew she was teasing you.

“the bodice was a little tight to fit in, your grace.” you lied and took another sip, feeling shy all the sudden.

“it’s wonderful to see you happy.” she added, showing you a small smile as she leaned a bit to whisper. “so as he, i presume.” her gaze followed through the end of the hall. you held yourself back from reacting to widely, to know how observant she is. of course, she knew. koner was standing by the doors, watching intently in the whole room. doing his duty.

“is it that o-obvious?”

“maybe so.” she quietly said, sipping from her goblet. she didn’t say anything further but it had you reeling for the night. you took a seat amongst the table, dazzling ladies of every kind surrounding you, all chit chatting around and gossiping as ever. you tuned in from time to time, bored out of your wits but i felt good to drink and mingle. your gaze drifts afar as you glanced down to the hall, knowing clearly who you want to see. a little game you want to play.

koner grunts as he shifted himself in his posture. he yawned a bit as he heard henk, a few feet away from him, yawn as well. he felt rather uncomfortable, the reason inside his pants mainly. you looked beautiful from afar with that evening dress on, he couldn’t help but stare from time to time, feeling cocky that he’s got you. unruly thoughts in his head that he felt like his balls were suffocating, he feels like he’s a big debauchee just ogling his eyes at you. remembering the time he had touched you good. remembering your sweet smile and blissed out expression he so adored. he stirs his thoughts away, wanting to be a little respectful, but damn it—

he’s caught your gaze again. minx. you look at him from afar, standing up from your place as noble men from different houses from the north surrounded you. old hags and young pricks and all. but you looked at him slyly as you made one lord laugh out loud. he could feel it, the glint in your eyes, you presented yourself as this soft and well-mannered girl in front of those viktor eyes, but you were just a nymph, huh? his lady. his lips pursed as he felt the bulge in his trousers grow harder as you glanced to him again.

you felt a little bold for seeing him get so worked up as you excused yourself from the crowd. already sipped and took bites from the feast presented, drank your wine to the brim, feeling a bit tipsy. you looked towards koner again, walking to the direction to the room halls now. knowing he’s got your memo. it’s a bit of a long walk, no suspicion to be added knowing he knows the place than you do. you find yourself by your door, seeing as the candles were lit out from this point of the place. you glad your room was still lit with candles as you opened it, taking a step in only for another figure to push you in gently, securing the lock on the door. you turned around, wanting to scold him for being so impatient though koner cut you off as he sealed his lips to yours harshly.

•••

“you’re a fucking vixen.” he says between kisses, gloved hands cupping your ass. you squealed as he roughly hoisted you up to his arms, your hands flying to his shoulders as he plopped you on the bed. not breaking from your mouth as he lavished your tongue to his. you moaned, hands coming up to grasp his curly locks, surprised he was quick to shrug off his helmet and cloth protecting his head.

“it’s rude to be impatient.” you teased, the alcohol in your veins making you frisky. “haven’t your mother taught you manners?”

“says the one who wanted me a while ago.” he smirked.

“and i-i still do.” you pouted, your thoughts from before now gone. koner leaned in again as he kissed the corner of your mouth, caging you from above as you got to see the feral look in his eyes, dilated black, an ounce of brown only to be seen.

“let me show you how much i need you, y/n.” he breathed out, knowing well how riled up you are as well. your words he remembered clearly that you were uncertain where the two of you would go on like this. he’d show you so much more if you’d allow him.

“please.” you pleaded again and again. until the night shined, the familiar setting of the room where you two once did it for the first time. all uncertainties thrown away, just the two of you now naked and bare. you stared at hung cock, thighs rubbing together as you wondered what it felt like in your mouth.

“i want to please you.” you said before he could grasp your plush thighs to devour you again. “i want t-to do what you did to me last night. the tongue on…” your cheeks heated up as he went silent for a moment.

“you want my cock in your mouth, my love?” he grinned, cheeks red as you nodded. he kissed you again, a shiver running down his spine seeing how eager you are to want his cock.

“please. it’s all i’ve been thinking about.” you shamelessly confessed.

“i don’t think you can take it, love.” he sounded a bit worried of course, both of you were inexperienced, and this was the first time he’d ever gotten someone to explore sexual fantasies, let alone now the thought of you sucking his cock. but how could he say no to you? with that feral look on your face as you stared down to his shaft. desperate as ever. selfish whore you are.

“i can take it.” you promised, licking your lips. breasts squished together as he shamefully groped them making you moan as he slanted his mouth to yours with a approved hum.

“alright, we’ll take it slow.” he mumbled as you eagerly nodded. he got up from the bed, standing at the edge as you crawled to kneel before him on the cushions. you were met face to face with cock, tip bearing red, twitching before you. you hummed, not sure how to start but started to lick the oozing liquid from the small slit. koner shuddered, head tilting back as your tongue darted out to lick him seeing his pleased reaction.

“shit.” he muttered, you grew tired as you placed wet kisses on his shaft. hand lifting up to grasp him fully, trying your best to follow your mind what’s right or what’s wrong what you were doing. trying to remember what filth maids spew how to please a man. you finally opened your mouth, a little hesitant yet you took his tip in. he let out a groan, cupping your cheeks as you sucked his tip, tongue circling the bulb making him shudder. seven gods, he bit his lip hard seeing you take his cock in your mouth.

you hummed around it, licking it like he had licked you. you pushed it in further, enough courage to take him despite his width and length. you braced yourself, hands gripping his thighs as he caressed your cheeks making you look up as you hollowed to take him slowly even though you could feel yourself gagging.

“that’s it…” he muttered hoarsely as you sucked him. earning a loud moan from the man above. you grinned to yourself, taking him again. “oh gods.” his cheeks were bright red as his fluttered shut to the pleasure, the wet cavern of your mouth a new sensation to him. he can feel himself throb as you continued to suck leisurely. hips moving as he fucked your mouth, you relaxed your jaw, taking him in, wanting him to use your mouth.

“i’m close.” he huffed out, pulling himself out of your mouth wanting to cum inside you. you mewled, your saliva glistening on his cock, mouth drooling and your lips pouty. he kissed you, harder with more passion than he could ever muster. pushing you to lay back on the bed, he hovered above you, kissing down to your neck as you breathed out his name.

koner pressed his forehead to yours as his hand fiddled with your deprived clit, so wet and glistening as you opened your legs willingly. he hummed in satisfaction, still in daze as he kissed you again before lining himself up to your cunt. tip poking at your wet entrance as your hips rutted up to the sensation.

“you take me so well.” he whispered against your lips. your eyelids fluttered as you could feel him slowly sink in to your awaiting cunt. you whimpered, gripping his biceps as he fucked himself in to the brim of your warm pussy. your back arched, your nails scraped his freckled skin. he started pounding in, deep and hard. desperate he is, as your other hand dropped to interlace with his free one while the other leveraged himself above you, trying not to squish you with his weight.

“feels amazing.” you whispered, only his to hear. your voice in heaven as you wrapped your arms around to pull him closer. wanting to feel his skin to yours, the tingles following through as you stared at his eyes even though you felt like you were dizzy. his nose brushed against yours as his hips slapped along the rhythm, the obscene skin slapping and grunts echoing in the room, the scent of his alone making you feel at heaven.

your hearts beats against your chest again, a fluttery feeling in the inside of your stomach seeing his eyes show a display of affection you longed to see. how soft he looked and he admired you, this connection so close you could almost feel like you’ve known each for a long time. koner could only admire your beauty below him, you are an goddess sent to him. one that he certainly didn’t expect for him to find you. your breaths mingled with each other, each noise spilling from either mouth as you could feel yourself nearing your high.

“let go.” he urged, feeling your cunt squeeze him tight. quickening his pace as you sobbed feeling him pound into your hard as he didn’t break eye contact. wanting to see your face again when you fall apart. and so you did.

your belly coiled and snapped, your orgasm washing in as you moaned against koner’s lips. he shuddered, grunting as he rutted himself faster than ever, your walls milking him tight as he filled you to the brim with his seed. he groaned, lazily fucking into you to ride that high. you sighed out, kissing him softly as you caressed his curly short hair. a silence passed, soft caresses exchanged, glowing in the aftercare. koner pulled out with a hiss as he laid beside you. hand interlaced with yours, placed on your chest so he could feel the rhythm of your thumping heart.

“i don’t want to leave so soon.” you mumbled lazily, remembering you only had a certain amount of time to enjoy the rest of your stay in winterfell before you are summoned back to king’s landing. expected you are you’d be match with someone soon, remembering your mother’s words.

“how long are you staying?” he asked, kissing your shoulder.

“maybe a week or two. i do not know.” you shrugged, sighing. wishing you’d be here for a month, wanting to savor this blossoming relationship you have with him.

“then we’ll make use of the time, my love.” he whispered suggestively, pulling you in his arms. you sighed, resting your head against his chest as you needed to say it to him. what it means if this between you two needs to end and if he wants it further as you want to.

“koner.” your voice went soft and gentle. the thump of both of your hearts synchronizing. “if i go back, if i come back to king’s landing, then i’ll be wedded to some man the second i set foot there.” you mumbled, your fingers caressing his chest. “then this will be just a fleeting moment for you and i. illicit it is, but…”

“then you want this to end?” he gulped, a bitterness in his throat. remembering his place being a mere soldier and you, a noble lady.

“i want you.” you strongly replied. “i don’ want this to end.” you murmured, snugging yourself in his body warmth. basking in what maybe the few wonderful moments you’ll have with him.

“and i you.” he whispered, the courage in strong as he spilled his thoughts out. “i want nothing more than you beside me. even if we just met, i’d like to know you more than now, my love. want you to myself. even if it’s just for a moment that you’ll be gone after your visit here. i’d still want you.” he added, the sadness in his tone creeping in, mixing with his sweetness. as if he was saying he’s starting to love you. which he certainly does. he’s sure as ever even if it feels idiotic to think he can fall in-love so fast.

“koner…” you felt like crying, you leaned up to kiss him. “i’ll remember this.” you smiled at him sadly, he kissed you again, driving your thoughts away from what might come. all you two needed was each other, no future, just the present moment of what’s come to be a promised faith the gods had set.

•••

days had gone by. week after week had been bled. your stay here in winterfell was nearing it’s end as expected. a raven had been sent to you, writing of your father as he and your mother had found you suitable match. one from the most wealthiest houses in king’s landing. you’d swallow the disgust and fear reading that you were to be sent off to some lord. though, it didn’t matter as you had been enjoying your stay with koner. secret kisses shared between you two, him leading you out in the dead of the night just to see the stars from the courtyard. making love to you when the day is asleep. it felt nice to know how happy he looked as he introduced you to his family one day while you were passing by. and now, walking hand in hand with him as the snow falls, no other people around you two as you walked around the godswood of winterfell. the large tree harboring red leaves and it’s bark of a bleeding face. the small pond in front of it. beautiful it is to see.

“my mother sent a raven.” you started, stopping to stand in front of him with your hand still intertwined. koner took a step forward as his hand cupped your cheek, you leaned into his warmth as tears pooled in your eyes. the red leaves swaying above the two of you as the water rippled catching the leaf.

“what did it say?” he quietly asked, knowing what to expect as he gulped a lump.

“a marriage proposal has been accepted. i am to be wed once i come home.” you sniffled, tears falling to your cheeks. koner pulled you into his arms as he shushed your sobs.

“y/n.” he whispered even though he felt like this was a farewell.

“i don’t want to leave y-you.” you confessed sadly. gripping his armor. “i don’t want to go.”

“but you’ll have to…” he sadly added as he wiped your tears, his own eyes tearing up. you looked at him, wanting to remember his face as you leaned up to kiss him. like the first time you had did in the tavern, soft and gentle. he kissed you back, pulling you closer to breath in your scent. he didn’t want this to end either.

“i love you, koner.” you breathed out, heart telling you so that this was real. you weren’t some naive girl to not know what you want, your heart and mind said so. you love him. he seemed to be surprised as he processed your words in his mind.

“i love you too.” he kissed the tip of your nose as an idiotic thought escaped his mind. if your family didn’t want him, didn’t want you to choose for yourself then he might as well propose this thought he had for a while. a one he was too ashamed to break it to you. you waited for him to say anything else seeing his expression shifted as if he was thinking of something. you sadly smiled at him as you shook your head whatever he might say that he couldn’t spit out.

“koner…”

“marry me.”

you froze, tears staining your cheeks at his words making you take a step back. “w-what?”

“marry me.” he repeated, stepping forward, you looked at him as if he was going mad which he is if it ever meant to let you stay here with him. “right here. marry me and i’ll provide for you, i have enough for us to get a small home outside of here. just the two of us. marry me, y/n. it’s foolish, but i…”

“yes.” you nodded vigorously, somehow you didn’t feel idiotic as ever saying yes. meaning you had to give up everything you had at home. not like your family had used for you since you had a few older siblings. you were just being wed off to get rid of a nuisance.

“yes?”

“yes!” koner grinned as he swooped you in his arms. you laughed, feeling certain as ever. no sense of uncertainty or the voice of your mother screaming at you inside of your head.

“marry me, right here and now. just the two of us and the trees and our vows.” he whispered hoarsely, gaze drunken as he set you down to hold your hands together. “we’ll call a septon once i get you in a pretty white dress. but for now, just our vows.”

“and the trees.” you teasingly added, the winds swayed with one another. the snow fell softly above you two as the quietness of the grove heard only your vows. you stared at him, repeating the words in hushed whisper. the same ones you had met in the woods, the first glance you knew your world would change entirely as your words were unison. koner could only let himself bask in the sight of you doing this brash act, his heart thumping wildly, not caring the consequences as he had you now. only the godswood tree witnessed the undying act of love being held as your voices synchronized. not leaving one’s gaze as the red leaves fell hearing your vows.

“father, smith, warrior, mother, maiden, crone, stranger. i am hers and she is mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

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Koner had never been so tired in his life. He knew he should try to escape, but he felt the wilding woman watching him. Perhaps he'd just rest a bit… gather his strength… formulate a plan…

He didn't know if he'd slept for minutes or hours, but he didn't feel her eyes on him when he woke. His head hurt, his nose was stuffy, and his entire body ached. And the cold. He hadn't been properly warm in years, but everything was colder north of The Wall. If he ever got back to Castle Black, he'd spend the rest of his life fantasizing about stealing a horse and riding as far south as south goes. Or perhaps stowing away on a ship bound for somewhere in the deserts across the sea. Anywhere but here in this frozen nightmare.

He turned as quietly as he could and saw that her eyes were closed in her big pile of furs. Good. He looked around for anything that might help him break free, and his eyes landed on the sharpened stick she'd used to roast their dinner. That would do. He reached forward to pick it up with his bound hands, slow and quiet, glancing at her again to make sure she hadn't moved. She hadn't.

With his tool, he turned his back to her and lay on his side - just like he'd fallen asleep - so that even if she woke, she couldn't see what he was doing. It was hard work, but as soon as his hands were free, the knot at his feet would be no problem. He'd steal some of her clothes - knock her out, if he had to - slip through the village disguised as a wildling, and make a mad dash back to civilization. He worked quietly and steadily, seeing no real progress but a slight fray in the rope, but he tried as hard as he could to saw through it anyway.

"What are you doing, Little Crow?"

He sawed faster.

"Put it down, Little Crow."

Frantic now.

"If I have to get up and take it from you, you'll be sorry."

He hacked at the rope like his life depended on it.

The woman groaned. She was on him in seconds. She ripped the stick from his hands, set it aside, and kneeled in front of him. She grasped his chin and made him look at her.

"What did I just say to you, Little Crow?"

He spat in her face.

Did this little fucker really just spit on you? You slapped him in the face. You thought you were past this. Hadn't you had a decent conversation over supper last night? You saved him, you fed him, you offered him a warm bed, and this is the thanks you get? He glared up at you with fire in his eyes and a handprint on his cheek.

"Alright, Little Crow, we'll do this the hard way," you growled. His eyes sparkled with fear. Good.

You put your hand on his shoulder, and he twisted his neck and tried to bite you. You slapped his face again, grabbed him by the arm and the hip and rolled him face-down. He tried to wriggle away, but you placed a knee on his back to hold him still.

"You'll stay still if you know what's good for you," you hissed, reaching for the stick he'd tried to use to cut his bonds. You swished it through the air and brought it down on his arse. He jumped from the impact. A thin red welt appeared immediately.

You brought it down again, and again. He struggled as you painted a fresh coat of stripes on his still-tender rear. You suspected that he might be able to take you, if he were well-fed and rested and unbound, but that's not the case today. He'll learn. He may have chosen the painful route, but this little fucker will learn.

When he finally cried out, you stopped. And then you felt horrible for the state you've left him in: Whimpering on the floor with a crimson backside. You really did want to help him. You'd saved him from having his head cut off, for fuck's sake. But he just kept fighting.

You expected him to fight back a little, to be honest. It's no fun when they give in without a fight. But now? After everything you'd done for him? And at this hour?

You silently returned to your bed, facing away from the crying boy by the fire. You couldn't bear to look at him.

This woman could give his mother a run for her coin in a beating-his-arse competition. He hadn't been reduced to sniveling like this since he'd been caught napping instead of washing wool in the barn. He hadn't been able to sit proper for a week after that ordeal.

He eventually turned himself onto his side and curled into a ball. He wished she would just kill him already. As if it weren't bad enough that the wildlings had captured him, killed his brothers, stripped him and paraded him through the village naked and bound, and beat him several times… now they were making him think about his mother.

His head hurt almost as much as his arse. He closed his eyes, unable to take the flickering of the fire lighting up the inside of the tent any longer, and began to drift off. Maybe the Gods were feeling merciful, and he'd wake up dead.

"Little Crow?" He opened his eyes a sliver, some time later, just enough to see that the wildling woman was kneeling in front of him. "Are you alright?"

He closed his eyes and groaned. How long had it been? Why did it feel like he'd been dropped from the top of The Wall?

"I'm trying to help you, Little Crow. Why are you making it so hard?"

She reached forward to touch a lock of his sweaty hair. He shivered. Her hand moved to his forehead.

"Are you sick, Little Crow?" He sniffled in response.

"What hurts?" she asked. "Aside from the obvious."

"Everything," he croaked, squeezing his eyes shut. He could still see the flickering light of the fire through his eyelids. His head was throbbing along with it.

"Are you cold?"

"M'always cold," he mumbled.

"If I cut your feet loose, do you promise not to run?"

As if he had the strength to move at all.

"Answer me, Little Crow."

"I won't run," he whispered.

And just like that, the rope binding his feet was gone. But he was too tired to stretch his legs, much less try to escape.

"Come on, up you get." He opened his eyes just enough to see himself pulled to his knees with her assistance. And then he heard another voice.

"Anything to report?" a female voice asked. Too high-pitched. Each word felt like it was stabbing his brain.

"No dreams, just a sick crow."

"D'you need anything?" For you to stop talking, shrill creature.

"A fresh bucket of water, if you don't mind?"

"Sure!" One more word of this and his head would explode.

"Come on, Little Crow," the wildling urged again, her quiet voice much more tolerable than the other one. "That's just Lendis. She brings me things so I don't have to deal with people. Or maybe it's so they don't have to deal with me."

She didn't lead him toward the bed, but to the tent's entrance. "Where are you taking me?" he whined.

"I need you to see something." She opened the flap, just enough for him to see out of, and he was hit by a blast of cold air. "You feel that?" He nodded. "It's warm today. The sun's out. Do you see all those people?" He squinted into the blinding white and saw wildlings milling about. More wildlings than he could count. He nodded again.

"Every single one of those people are trained to kill crows. Even the little ones. From birth, we are taught that you are the enemy. Even if you were to somehow make it through them, you'd never survive the cold." She closed the opening, and Koner was plunged back into darkness. She put her hands on his shoulders and turned him to face her. "I'm the only reason you're still alive, Little Crow. If you want to stay that way, you better start listening to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he croaked. He'd agree to anything if she'd just let him sleep.

"Alright." She untied the rope around his hands and tossed it to the side. "Now get your arse into bed and let me take care of you."

Just like a man; completely helpless the minute he gets a stuffy nose.

Your freshly untied crow let you put an arm around him and walk him to your bed. Even let you lay him down and cover him up and stroke his hair for a moment, while you waited for your water.

When Lendis came back with your bucket, you pulled out a roll of herbs and started making tea at the fire. You just wanted to ease his aches and let him sleep for a while. Curing him completely didn't seem to be in your best interest just yet. You'd save that concoction for emergencies.

When it was finished, you poured the tea into a cup and let it cool. You brought it to the bed, where the crow was snuggled up beneath the pile of heavy furs.

"You still alive, Little Crow?"

He whined, and you tried not to laugh. All men are the same, be they Free Folk or Crow: Big babies. All of them.

"Drink this, it'll make you feel better."

With great effort, he dragged himself into a half-sitting position and reached for the tea. You're not sure if it's because he was shivering so much, or because he wouldn't open his eyes more than a squint, but he tried twice to reach the cup and missed. He didn't try a third time.

You set the cup down and slid in to sit behind him, putting a leg on either side of him and letting his back rest against your chest. He was so weak, he didn't put up a fight. His head lolled against your shoulder. Maybe you should've gone for the miracle cure after all. You reached for the cup and brought it to his lips.

"Drink." He started with a sip, then gulped down the entire cup. "Well done, Little Crow," you whispered into his ear. You set the empty cup aside, wiggled your way out, and laid him back down.

He was snoring before you covered him back up.

Hot.

It was so hot.

Koner opened his eyes and felt sweat sting them. He was soaked. He couldn't breathe. Why was it so fucking hot?

He wiped the sweat from his face and tried to remember where he was.

Right. Beyond The Wall. Captured by wildlings.

Where's the woman? He squinted into the dark tent, scanning for her. She wasn't here.

She'd left him here, alone, in her bed, covered in furs that were burning him. He kicked them off and felt instant relief.

But it wasn't enough.

It was then that he realized he was untied.

But he didn't want to run. He didn't have the strength. He just wanted to cool down.

Koner rolled over onto his stomach and tried to crawl to his knees. He was so weak. How long had she let him sleep? How long had it been since she fed him?

With great effort, he rose to his feet and stumbled toward the tent's entrance. All he needed was to feel the cold air. He'd open it, and he'd cool down, and everything would be alright.

He opened it and recoiled as the sunlight blinded him.

But the cold air felt so fucking good.

He needed more.

He took a step forward, and then two. The crunchy snow beneath his bare feet sent a chill up his burning legs. It was wonderful. He needed more. He needed to lie down in it.

And then something hit him in the back of the head, and he fell forward. Into the snow. He closed his eyes and spread his arms and let the cold wash over him as everything faded to black.

"Stop!"

You'd turned the corner just in time to see the guard you'd left at your door hit your crow in the back of the head with the blunt end of an axe. The boy crumpled to the ground, face-first and still naked.

You rushed to his side and saw the bloody spot where he'd been hit.

And his sweat-matted hair. You'd noticed he was warm when you left to go relay a dream about men climbing a wall of ice, but he wasn't this warm. You thought you'd be back and ready to take care of him before he woke; your meeting with Norryn must've taken longer than you thought.

"He tried to escape!"

"He's burning up, he was trying to cool down!"

You didn't know this for a fact, but you'd be damned if you let anyone think your crow was trying to escape.

"Help me get him up," you ordered.

The guard set aside his axe with a grumble and picked up your crow like he was nothing. The man dropped your crow on the bed with a grunt, then stomped back to his post.

You picked up a bowl, went outside to fill it with snow, and returned to your crow's side. You left the entrance open and let the fire die down. You packed a tight snowball and placed it on the bump left by the axe, then wrapped a bit of snow in a cloth to cool his face, his neck, his chest. He moaned quietly at the sensation, but didn't open his eyes.

That's when you decided to break out the miracle cure.

You left his side to make the tea, and returned to him with a cup of steaming liquid.

"Wake up, Little Crow. I need you to drink this."

"Too hot," he whined.

"Drink it, Little Crow. It'll break your fever."

"Don't want it."

"If you drink it, I'll get more snow and cool you down again."

He made a half-hearted attempt to rise, then flopped back down onto the bed like a fish.

"Do you need me to hold you up?"

He nodded, his bloodshot eyes pleading.

You helped him up and sat behind him again, letting him lie against you as you held the cup for him. Interesting how he could make it all the way outside, but not lift a little wooden cup.

After he drained it, you set the cup aside. You'd planned on laying him back down and going to get the snow you'd promised him, but instead of moving forward so you could rise, he leaned back into you. You looked down in shock, thinking he'd passed out… but he turned his head and nuzzled his forehead into your neck.

Well that was an interesting development.

The first thing Koner noticed when he woke was that his head didn't hurt so badly anymore.

The second thing he noticed was how warm he was. Had the wildling woman decided to boil him alive after all? Was he in some giant human-sized pot? If this was boiling to death, he supposed it wasn't a bad way to go. It actually felt quite nice.

Then he noticed a strange weight around his waist, and curiosity dragged him out of his sleepy fog. He opened his eyes and saw the fire still blazing. He lifted the fur that had been pulled up to his neck and looked down at his bare body.

There was an arm wrapped around his middle. He slowly turned his head to look back. It was the wildling woman. He was literally being held captive by the wildling woman. Before his brain could process his situation, she inhaled deeply and moved closer, splaying her hand across his belly.

"You awake, Little Crow?"

He tensed, but didn't answer.

"I felt that," she chuckled. "How's your head?"

"Better," he mumbled, knowing he'd been caught.

"Good," she said. "And the rest of you?"

He hadn't thought about the rest of him. Last night - was it just last night, or was it weeks ago? - his whole body had ached. But now, stretching each limb to test it, he was surprised to find that his pain had subsided.

"Better," he said again, a little more confident this time.

"Good," she repeated. "Are you hungry?"

His stomach growled beneath her hand, and she laughed. He could feel her body shake against his. He hadn't been this close to another person since he left home, where he was still sharing a bed with three younger brothers. This didn't feel anything at all like that.

She released him and stretched with a groan. He watched her step over him and approach the fire, stoking it and moving buckets and bowls around. He made no move to join her, content in just lying there and watching.

Soon, she brought him a bowl of something steaming. It smelled like nature, and fire, and comfort.

"You think you can manage, or would you like me to feed you again?" She smirked. Vague memories of her holding him rushed back, and he blushed, sitting up to take the bowl from her.

He drained the soup in record time, ready for more. He looked at his empty bowl, and then at her, not daring to ask. She understood.

"Soon, Little Crow. It's been a while since you've had real food, you should take it slow."

He sighed in disappointment, and she took the bowl back to the fire. She stoked it again, and the flames lit up her eyes like an animal in the night. But he wasn't afraid. Not anymore.

He tried to stifle a yawn, but she noticed.

"Still sleepy, Little Crow?"

He nodded, and she smiled at him.

"Sleeping is healing. Go on, lie back down, you can have another bowl of soup when you wake."

Koner didn't need to be told twice.

The next time he woke, she was sitting by the fire with a heap of something in her lap. She was bent over it, struggling to see in the flickering light, and her hands moved quickly. Was she… was she sewing? Did wildlings sew?

"Are you sewing?" he croaked, licking his dry lips.

She jumped in surprise and dropped something into her lap. She reached for it and held up what looked like a large needle in one hand, and then… the pants that the jagged-toothed bastard had cut off of him in the other.

"Thought you might like to wear clothes again someday," she winked, tying off the thread. "Unless you're still set on being eaten. Don't think you'll need clothes for that."

He scrunched his nose at her, and she laughed.

"Ready for more soup?"

He nodded eagerly, and she filled his bowl again. This time, he came to join her… still trying to cover his bits with his hand.

"Here you go, shy maiden," she teased, holding out his freshly-stitched trousers. He pulled them on gratefully. "Stitching's not great, but it'll do for now."

"Thank you," he mumbled, plopping down on the floor next to her. She handed him the soup, and he held it below his nose and inhaled deeply before taking his first sip.

This bowl was even better than the first.

He slurped away happily as she started stitching his cloak.

"We'll get you a new one of these soon," she began. "Black's not your color anymore." She glanced up to check for a reaction, then back down at the cloak when he didn't give her one. "If you're feeling up to it, maybe we could take a walk tomorrow? You've been cooped up in here for days."

"Am I your prisoner?" The question fell from his lips before he could stop it.

She put down the needle and looked at him. "No, Little Crow."

"What am I?" he asked cautiously.

"What do you want to be?"

He had to think about it.

"I don't know," he finally answered.

"Did you like being a crow?" she asked, returning her attention to the cloak in her lap.

He hated it. Everyone was surly, all the time. It was hard, and cold, and lonely work. The officers frequented the Mole's Town taverns, but if anyone of Koner's rank had been discovered breaking vows and consorting with whores, they'd be sorry. He'd have been better off staying at home, letting his mother make him miserable.

"No," he mumbled.

"Then why do it?"

"Needed work. Thought it'd be easier in the Night's Watch."

"How?"

Why did she keep asking questions he didn't know the answer to? He had to think about this one as well.

"The Night's Watch only has one enemy."

"And who would that be, Little Crow?" She put down her needle and gave him a hard stare.

He looked at her sheepishly.

"Do you still see me as your enemy?"

The realization came as a great surprise to him, but he didn't. She'd saved his life, fed him, nursed him back to health, mended his clothes. She'd only hurt him after he'd hurt her. He suddenly felt quite guilty about being such a nuisance.

He shook his head. She cocked hers and smiled.

"What's your name, Little Crow? We've been fighting each other and your fever for so long, we've never really been introduced."

"Koner."

"Koner," she repeated, taking her time with each syllable. He quite liked the sound of his name coming from her lips.

She introduced herself, and he repeated her name back to her. She appeared to like the sound of him speaking her name, too.

You woke with a gasp.

Dead men. Dead men everywhere. Dead men with icy blue eyes. In the mountains. Definitely in the mountains. But which ones?

"What's wrong?"

You shushed the boy lying beside you and tried to focus on the mountains. No sun; just snow swirling around hundreds of bodies.

"Are you alright?"

You reached out and clamped your hand over his mouth, trying to remember the dream.

Three sets of jagged peaks that looked as though they might slice through the clouds if they dared to drift too low: The Widows.

"I have to go," you mumbled, hopping out of bed and pulling on a heavy coat. "Stay here."

You rushed out into the cold night air to relay your dream to Norryn.

When you returned, your little crow was waiting for you with a curious expression. You dropped your coat and crawled back into bed, resisting the urge to snuggle close and let him warm you up. You laid on your side, and he turned to face you. Your faces were inches apart.

"I'm sorry," you said. "When I have dreams, I have to remember them as best I can as soon as they're over, or else they get lost before I can report them to Norryn. And if I have no dreams to report… then what good am I?"

He looked at you sympathetically.

"What was it about?" he asked.

You'd only just convinced him that you weren't going to eat him, no way you were going to tell him about the army of dead men tonight.

"Nothing you need to worry about," you smiled. "Go back to sleep, Little Crow."

You closed your eyes and saw the icy blue orbs of a dead man staring back at you. Your frightened green eyes shot open to meet a pair of warm brown ones.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I don't want to go back to sleep," you admitted.

"Me either," he said. "Feel like I've been sleeping for a month straight."

"It was only a few days," you assured him, "and look at you now. Bright-eyed and gulping down soup by the bucketful."

He narrowed his eyes, and you smiled.

"What was your life like before you became a crow?" you asked curiously.

"Boring," he answers, looking irritated. "Father raised sheep. Mother raised children. Same as everyone else."

"Your everyone else is different than my everyone else," you reminded him. His face softened.

"It was boring work. Honest, but boring. You feed them, you shear them - remove the hair - you use what you can and sell what you can't. When I wasn't tending sheep, I was looking after my six brothers and sisters."

"Six?" you asked in surprise.

"Three boys and three girls."

"And you were the oldest?" He nodded. "Does that mean you were the favorite?" He barked out a bitter laugh.

"My real mother died giving birth to me," he said slowly. "Then my father married her sister, so he wouldn't have to take care of a screaming baby on his own. He never admitted it himself, but they both blamed me for it. She reminded me every day."

You wanted to hold him so badly, your arms ached.

"I left eventually. Became a guard at Winterfell. Lived in the barracks and even earned a little coin. It was nice for a few months, being on my own, having a little respect… then I went home to help with the shearing, and by the time I came back, the castle was in ruins. The only things left were ashes and flayed men."

"What are flayed men?" you asked.

"People who've had their skin peeled off."

Your eyes widened in horror.

"They do it while you're still alive. Until you're dead, or it's all gone."

"And you thought we were the savages?"

He reached for your hand beneath the covers and squeezed it.

"I didn't know where else to go; the family I served was all gone, and everyone other house seemed to be at war with each other. I was afraid I'd be seen a deserter, and the same fate would await me. I couldn't go home, so I went north to join the Night's Watch. My family probably thinks me a coward for running away. Or thinks I'm dead. I don't know which is worse." He swiped at his eyes, and your heart hurt for him. What person with half a brain wouldn't be afraid of getting skinned alive?

"You're alive."

He blinked at you through tears threatening to fall.

"You're alive, and you're free," you continued. "You're in a warm bed, with a full belly, in a place where no one gives you orders or peels the flesh from your bones. You have a chance to live your own life, the way you want to live it." You paused to swallow, throat suddenly dry. "You don't have to stay with me, Little Crow. But if you do, know that I'll always take care of you. I'll fight to my last breath to keep you safe. I swear it."

His tears spilled, and you reached out to cup his cheek. He turned his head and kissed your palm. Your heart swelled at the sweet gesture, and you leaned forward to give him a real kiss. It started with a light peck, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he kissed back with hunger. You reveled in the taste of his lips, salty from the tears he'd shed. He pulled you closer, and you felt the stiffness behind his pants press into your thigh. He tried to subtly grind it against you, and you smiled into his kiss. Sweet, desperate boy.

You pushed him onto his back and hopped on top of him, straddling his waist and looking down into his dark eyes with a grin.

"You ever been with a girl before, Little Crow?" you asked with a twitch of your hips.

"Just a Winterfell whore," he groaned, digging his fingers into your thighs. You took hold of his wrists and pinned them above his head, and his eyes widened.

"And what did this Winterfell whore do to you?" you asked curiously.

"Used her hand. And her mouth. For coin."

"You've never been inside a girl before, Little Crow?" You smirked.

"No," he hissed, bucking beneath you in search of friction. You tightened your knees around his hips to hold him still.

"Then I must warn you, Little Crow," you said, looking down at him sternly. "Once you've been with one of us, one of them will never be able to satisfy you."

"Please," he begged, chest heaving. You let go of his wrists, and they came to hold your face, pulling you back down to meet his lips. You smiled into his mouth as your fingers fumbled with the laces of his breeches. He'd never think about trying to escape from here again when you were done with him.

Heaven was between a woman's legs.

Koner laid stunned, on his back, trying to catch his breath after a fourth round of the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced.

The wildling woman lay next to him, watching him with her head propped up on the palm of her hand. She traced her fingers over his bare chest, still slick with sweat. It was an exhausting activity, but well worth the effort.

"What are you thinking about, Little Crow?"

"Every decision I've ever made."

She chuckled. "Why?"

"It led me to you."

"Aww," she cooed, leaning over to kiss his forehead. He'd kill a man for a chance at one more kiss from her. He couldn't believe that this woman, who he'd only just met, already had him wrapped around her finger like this.

Instead of letting her return to her previous position, he chased the feeling of her lips. He turned onto his side and rolled closer to her, burying his face in the valley between her breasts. She held him to her, and kissed the top of his head. He would never tire of this.

She stroked her hand up and down his back, and he melted into her. No one had ever touched him like this before. No one had ever taken care of him, or fed him, or held him, or kissed him, or showed him such unbelievable pleasure. For the first time in his life, he felt like he belonged somewhere. With someone.

And then, a thought occurred to him.

"You said you saw me before."

"Hm?" she hummed into his hair.

"When we first met, you said you saw me before. In a dream."

"I did," she confirmed, scratching lightly at his scalp. If she kept this up, it'd put him to sleep before he got an answer. He pulled out of his comfortable position to look into her eyes.

"Was it true?"

She smiled at him in a way that made his heart flutter.

"What would you prefer, Little Crow; that the gods decided our fates for us, before we even met? Or that a lonely dreamer saw a scared little crow shivering on a mountaintop and thought that one day, they might learn to love each other?"

He furrowed his brow and thought about it for a moment.

"Would you like to know what I think?" she asked. He nodded. "I think that you're mine." She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. "And I'm yours." And then his nose. "And that's all that matters." She gave him a soft kiss on the lips and pulled back to wait for a response.

Koner considered this too, and a grin grew on his face.

"Come here, Little Crow," she smiled, holding her arms out to him. He wrapped himself around her and sighed happily into her warm skin.

She was right. This was all that mattered.

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