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just-some-random-blogger · 7 months

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Out Of Luck

"Perhaps I'm not the only one who's going to be wed in King's Landing," Sansa jeers with a grin. I glare at her, "if you weren't my sister, I'd have stabbed you." The girl giggles and takes my arm.

Petyr Baelish & Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader | 3k+ | cw: fem!reader, descriptions of reader (black hair), widow!reader, enemies to lovers?, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: felt right so I'm writing it. Yes, I added Harwin Strong, yes I know it's not canon. It is now in my world 😌 anyway, he's still dead so ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ Cross posted on AO3!

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"Father" I call with a smile. He spots me and I lift my skirt as I jog up to him.

The man hides what he was holding behind him. He smiles and meets me halfway in the hall. He greets me good morrow when I link my arm with his and kiss his cheek.

"And is that... a very important tool of the Lord Hand?" I tilt my head as I ask, "might I not even see it?"

He sighs and slowly brings the object in front of him. We both look at the brightly dressed doll. My father has an apprehensive look on his face. I hold back a laugh, "ah, a pretty dolly. Are you quite bored of your job already? Do they give dolls to the Hand or were you duped into buying this?"

"I knew you'd say something like this," he mutters.

"If you knew I'd say it, why'd you still get it, papa?" I chuckle.

"I bought it for your sister."

I make a face, "my sister?" I raise a brow, "which between Arya and Sansa do you think would prefer playing with such an ugly dolly?"

He calls my name out.

"What?"

He lowers the doll, "it's not that ugly."

"So even you agree," I snigger, "and yet you still bought it!"

We both begin to walk down the hall.

He warns me, "I'll tell on your mother."

"For what?" I hold back a laugh.

"For calling me papa," he lifts his nose.

I chuckle at the thought. Mother never liked it when I used mama and papa; improper for a lady, she says. I think it's also because when I use it, I pull on their heart strings and manage to make them do my bidding. Twas the gift of the first born.

"I can hear it now," I grin at the man as I squeeze his arm, "Eddard Stark," I motion vaguely, "stripped of his title as Lord Hand for his poor taste in dolls."

My grin widens at the sound if his low laugh. I give a louder laugh, happy to have gotten the reaction I did out of him. It's been a while since I've heard my father chuckle, or anyone from my family, for that matter.

"I wouldn't worry about it, love," father pulls me into his chest, "the king's taste in dolls are surely worse than mine."

I let out a giggle. My father joins in.

I look out the window as we saunter down the hall and turn back to my father when he mutters, "she's changed quite a lot since we've moved here."

He looks at the doll in his hand.

It takes a moment before I smile and give a playful look, "have you seen any of your daughters play with dollies lately, father?"

My words do not work this time. My smile fades at the sight of the line between my father's brows. I mutter softly, "haven't we all changed?"

He turns to me then stops.

I raise my brows. Ned Stark offers me a smile. He takes my hands and shakes his head, "not you, my daughter," he rubs my knuckles with his thumb, "never you."

My heart clenches at his words. I cannot bring myself to smile back because I knew it wasn't true.

"Forgive me for intruding on a private moment."

We both pull away and turn to our side. There we see a blonde doll wrapped in steel. Ser Jaime bows, "Lord Hand, Lady Stark--" he stops himself and lifts his head, "oh, apologies. It's in bad taste for me to call you that."

My father shifts in his spot.

I play it off, "nonsense. I am born of house Stark," I pull my lips into a tight smile, "and my husband is dead."

"Ah, yes," the knight sighs, "poor man. Just had a taste of being one then--" he shakes his head to make his point. He raises a finger, "he was your age, wasn't he?"

I clench my jaw and nod.

Ser Jaime rests a hand on his hilt, "what was his house again?"

Before I can respond, my father blurts, "have you come to rub salt in my daughter's wounds, Kingslayer?"

I turn to my feet with wide eyes. I slowly turn to the see the fuming look on my father's face and whisper, "papa."

Ser Jaime lifts his nose. An smirk masks his face, "not at all, my Lord."

I look back at the kingsguard, not enjoying how quickly tension solidified between us.

"The king demands your presence," growls the Lannister, jaw hardened, golden mane wafting with the breeze.

Father's face is stern but he nods and raises the doll, "I will go to him after I-"

"Get that bloody Ned here now," Jaime speaks. He watches Ned lower the doll. He purses his lips while father's expression sours even more. He shrugs, "King's words, not mine."

In an instant, all the tension in father's body is gone. He looks like he's about to smile and it makes my stomach churn because I knew what that meant. I take the doll from him before anything else. He looks at me and I nod, "I'll give it to Sansa."

He stares me blankly.

"I'll try to force her affection onto the thing," I look at the doll, "maybe she'll let it chaperone us to the tourney later."

I smile at the sound of papa's low laugh.

He nods.

Ned's smile fades when he turns back to Jaime. Jaime gives a wry smile, "I'll escort the lady back to her chambers in her father's stead."

Neither of us decide to argue over it.

Father walks off, eyeing Jaime as he did, and I purse my lips when I turn to him, "I'm actually headed to the library."

"Mmm," he furrows his brows, "then I'm actually headed there too."

We begin to walk down the hall. I laugh as I look at the doll in my hands.

Jaime turns to me upon hearing this. He decides not to note on the ugly doll, "like reading, do you?"

I look at him and smile, "I do."

"You sure you don't go to that musty room to hide from everyone?"

I raise a brow, "you seem to have experience."

"Tyrion was like that," he looks forward, "except father never bought him a doll as a companion."

I look away just as Jaime looks back at me, "does the library match the fantasies of a book lover?"

I chuckle. I turn to his side again. I am unable to stop myself from thinking how dashing his grin at the moment was, "It definitely is as grand as I expected it to be. Winterfell is not blessed with nearly as many tomes."

"The younger Stark girls must not like reading as much as their big sister, considering the ugly thing in your paw," he nods at my direction.

"I'm sure one of them will find use of it," I lift the thing up and look at it. I glance upon Jaime, "oh, goodness. It actually looks quite like you."

Jaime pulls his chin back, "you clearly have issues with your eyes."

"No, it's uncanny. Yellow hair, evil intent."

"Evil intent?" Jaime stops in his tracks, "you mock and slander me," he raises brow and grips his hilt, "I should have your tongue for it."

"Mmm," I turn to him and slowly walk backward, "kingsguard takes the tongue of the Lord Hand's daughter? Sounds like a page out of my books."

He tilts his head, looking me up and down before chuckling as he turns to his feet. He lick his teeth then furrows his brows, "lend me that book once you're done."

We reach the stairwell the connected to the gardens.

I tilt my head and stop in my tracks when I see Sansa and her handmaiden.

"Sansa!" I call, waving at her. She looks at me and waves back.

I turn to Jaime and curtsy, "I have changed my mind, ser," I rise and smile, "I'll be joining my sister in the gardens instead."

Jaime nods and gives a lopsided smile, "very well, my lady. Bid my greetings to the pup. I pray she doesn't get a heart attack from your father's gift."

I chuckle, "she used to have a wolf, you know."

With that, Jaime and I part ways.

Sansa immediately grabs my arm once I am close enough, "what were you doing with Jaime?"

"Ser Jaime Lannister," I correct her, raising a brow, "I didn't know you two were familiar."

"Was he courting you?" Sansa asks as she releases my arm.

I immediately shush her, "do not speak of such things, girl. You know how quickly gossip spreads here." I hand her the doll, "he was escorting me to the library in father's stead."

"This isn't the library-"

"Clearly not."

She takes the doll, "what is this?"

"A gift from father," I grin, "a chaperone to the tourney later."

Sansa glares at me, nearly turning red as her hair. She chucks the doll to the ground and storms away.

I huff and pick up the doll, "Sansa." I follow after her, "it was a joke."

"I haven't played with dollies for years!"

"I know," I rush up to her and grab her arm, "papa bought it for you to try and ease your worries."

She grits her teeth and corrects, "father should just do his job and stop treating me like a little girl." She breaks away from me and moves past me.

"You are a little girl."

"I'm going to be queen one day," she turns to me, "and you won't be able to make fun of me then."

"Sansa, I'm not making fun of you!"

Sansa does not listen and simply walks away.

Her old handmaiden turns to me and smiles. She takes the doll from me, "I'll put this in her room."

I nod and smile.

By the time we were seated for the tourney, Sansa and I made peace by giving the doll to Arya for her to mutilate. All three of us enjoyed the bonding experience very much.

Right now, we were huddled together, pointing at the players. Sansa whispered to me who she thought handsomest and Arya exclaimed over who she thought was strongest. I alternate my attention between them, swooning with one, cheering with the other, but it doesn't take long for them to get into a clash, as always.

They begin to bicker over me and I would have just snapped at them had we not been in public. I instead silence both of them by swooning and cheering for the Hound once we spot him from afar.

Both young Starks gawk at me in disbelief and disgust.

"You can't be serious," Sansa mutters with a pale face.

Arya tilts her head, "I mean, he is pretty big."

I laugh at both of them, "can't I cheer for all the players?"

"No," they say at once.

I tear my gaze from the tourney grounds to look over my shoulder. I gaze upon the crowds, looking to see if father was already here. I mutter to no one in particular, "I wonder what's taking him so long."

"Look," Sansa, on my left, tugs at my arm, "ser Jaime is going to be riding!"

I ignore her and push Arya, who was seated to my right, behind as I crane my neck to look for farther.

Sansa leans on my back and mutters to Arya, "ser Jaime likes her."

Arya grins and looks down at me, "oooh. The lion and the wolf."

I quickly sit up and eye both of them, "shut it, you."

They giggle with each other.

"Father will not be pleased if he hears you are wanting to feed nasty rumors."

"Oh, but nasty rumors are the most intruding, wouldn't you agree, Lady Strong?"

The three of us turn to the man walking over. He stops just below where Arya was sat.

"Or should I say, Lady Stark?" he smiles and nods at me. He looks to my left, "Lady Stark," then to my right, "Lady Stark."

I offer a smile and my first name, "you can simply call me that to avoid confusion, my lord."

"Petyr Baelish," he grins, blue eyes glistening with apparent mischief.

"Lord Baelish," I nod. I squeeze both my sister's hands, prompting both to greet all the same.

Lord Baelish smiles, "I'm glad to finally meet the eldest Stark," he reaches a hand out to me, "the words spoken about your beauty do you no justice."

Both my sisters make a face when I take the man's hand and he leans in to kiss it.

He straightens up and brings his hands behind his back, "my deepest sympathies to you. Lord Harwin Strong left us too soon. I've heard a great many things about Breakbones, how he puts the strong in House Strong."

Arya side eyes Baelish before turning away to look at tourney grounds.

Sansa stares hotly at him as she clutches my arm.

"Thank you, Lord Baelish," I nod and pull a smile, "if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer not to talk about him more than this."

"Of course," he bows. He tilts his head back as he smiles. He walks off and climbs the stairs to get to his seat just behind us.

"Do you know who's going to fight first?" Arya asks as she leans on my lap. I wrap my arm over her shoulders and turn to where she was looking. I spot Jaime speaking to whom was probably his squire from afar.

"Don't worry, little one, they'll announce it," Baelish speaks from behind, making all of us turn to him then back front. When I look back, I see Jaime looking our way.

"I hope ser Jaime starts on our side," Sansa mutters as she leans into me, though her eyes are still fixed on the Lannister.

Arya turns to me and toys with my black hair, "I hope he defeats the Hound to win your affection."

Baelish makes a face upon hearing that.

I snort at the thought then shoot her a half serious face, "shut it."

"I see you girls are fond of the Kingslayer," Baelish says, making us turn back to him again.

Arya side eyes him once more. Sansa looks away, uninterested.

I respond before turning frotn, "he is a rather good swordsman. Or so I hear."

"He usually doesn't play in tourneys. He says he's too good for them," Baelish mutters, "something must have made him change his mind."

"Maybe he's trying to impress someone," Sansa replies, not bothering to look back anymore, "maybe a lady?"

I squeeze her arm when she says this. She does not even spare me a glance.

"Yes," Baelish darting his eyes below him, "perhaps."

We look to the sky when a rumble suddenly cracks.

"What's taking them so long?! It's going to rain, and then the games will be cancelled!" Arya complains.

"They-"

"They're waiting for the king," Baelish replies.

Arya makes a face. I'm the only one that turns back to the man. I smile at his already smiling face then turn to Arya, "papa's not here either. The king is probably making him do something."

Baelish chuckles under his breath, muttering lowly to himself, "papa? How sweet."

Then suddenly, truly out of nowhere, it began to rain.

My sisters and I quickly stand. I immediately grab them and we run off to the nearest place that could offer cover. We head to a tent, but the trouble was, everyone was heading there too.

The rain quickly begins to pour harder.

I do my best to cover Sansa and Arya's head, but my hands could only do so much. The three of us look up when something comes above us.

I feel someone behind me. I turn and see it's Lord Baelish. He's taken his tunic off and used it to cover us.

"Come, my Lady Starks," he speaks over the loud patter of the rain, "I will escort you back inside!"

We turn to him, his dress shirt now dripping and stuck to his form. I nod at him, "thank you, my lord."

"Don't thank me yet," he smirks, face wet with rain, "one of you may yet slip on mud."

Lord Baelish leads the way, uncaring of how wet he's gotten, and offers his arm out to us intermittently. Meanwhile, we hold up his tunic overhead and huddle under it, treading as quickly yet carefully as we can on the mucky ground.

"I do hope the rain does not ruin your fine garb, Lord Baelish," I call as Sansa and I lift our skirts up and do our best not to trip on it.

Arya was very much glad to be wearing pants, and cheerfully steps into puddles without a care in the world.

But then she slips.

Baelish manages to grab her arm before she falls. He pulls her upright and chuckles, "careful now. You wouldn't want to take your sisters down with you."

Arya let's out a hmp when she is released.

"And don't worry about my tunic," he smiles at me, "I'd rather it be ruined than have 3 ladies get sick under my watch."

Sansa gasps and grabs my arm when her heels sink in the wet dirt. I help her keep her footing and smile back at the man, "thank you, Lord Baelish."

"As I said, don't thank me yet. It's still quite a walk to the Keep," he comes to Sansa's side and helps her straighten up, "and call me Petyr."

I part my lips at the thought.

He shakes his head and chuckles, "I insist."

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castieltrash1 · 1 year

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💋 for petyr or whatever idk him i just know u like him :3

no it's the way i miss this man sm !!!!! it's so sick actually !!!!!

"be caught standing under the mistletoe" + petyr baelish; fem!reader, first kiss, fluff, cute misunderstandings

The halls of the Red Keep seem to span miles, with every corner you turn leading to another set of doorways that look identical to the last. Even after a year of living in King’s Landing, you still get lost every once in a while, passing under the wrong arch and ending up in a section of the castle you’d yet to explore.

You’re about to head down the path you think leads to the throne room when a voice echoes from behind you.

“My lady?”

The familiar tone sends a shiver up your spine, one you try to hide as you turn to see a sly but delicate smile. “Lord Baelish,” you utter softly, quickly bowing. The corners of his lips are still upturned when you meet his gaze, feeling it drag across the bit of exposed skin above your low collar.

“You seem lost,” Petyr says, then glances at the flowering plant tucked behind your ear. “Interesting choice of accessory.”

Your fingers immediately dart to the bundle of leaves and berries, tied together with a thin red silk ribbon. “Lady Margaery gifted it to me. She said they were among the few remaining blooms in Highgarden during the winter.”

Petyr nods, fingers twitching at his side. You wonder if he’s tempted to reach out and touch it, to touch you. “Santalales,” he murmurs, then clarifies. “Mistletoe. Fitting for the time of year and exceptionally beautiful on a lady such as yourself.” His words make your skin warm, and you smile at his seemingly endless bouts of knowledge.

You can’t help but ask: “Is it… offensive?” Petyr’s brow raises, and you lower your voice, shifting closer. “A few of the… septas gave me odd looks.” Disapproving, you want to add but think better of it, not wanting to seem entitled or even disobedient.

He seems all too amused, bright eyes glinting. “Offensive, no. Suggestive, perhaps. I assume you don’t know the meaning?” When you shake your head, the beginning of a frown pulling at your face, he explains. “Traditionally, standing under the mistletoe is an invitation to be kissed.”

“Oh,” you breathe before you can stop yourself. Now, Margaery’s stifled giggles made sense. “I had no idea, Lord Baelish, I’m so sorry.”

“Petyr,” he corrects you, but you barely hear him over the sound of your heart pounding against your chest. You reach for the mistletoe, intent on hiding it under your dress before embarrassing yourself further, but he stops you. “Leave it, my lady.” You still, staring at him, and Petyr brushes his fingers against your wrist, pushing it away softly.

When he begins to lean in, he gives you plenty of time to pull back, but you don’t. It’s a horrible idea, kissing Petyr in the halls of the Red Keep, where anyone could see, but you don’t care. The months of playful teasing finally come to an end when he gently kisses you, his hand moving to cup your jaw. The soft blue fabric of his sleeves brushes against your cheek and you sigh into his mouth, lips tingling: “Lord Baelish.”

“Petyr,” he says again, this time more forceful. He finally steps back, and it takes you a moment to see the mistletoe between his lithe fingers. Before you can speak, he tucks it away. “Surely, you don’t want anyone else taking such an offer?” Every witty response you can think of dissolves on your tongue and you swallow heavily, shaking your head.

“Where is it you’re off to?” Petyr asks.

“The throne room.”

He extends his arm the opposite way you were heading. “This way, my lady.”

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tinfairies · 1 year

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im not sure if this is consensual because of the s/o being in the state of intoxication,, but how would sandor, cersei, petyr, oberyn react to having an innocent s/o that is an insanely horny drunk??

Sandor tries to hold back his laughter as his beloved tries to climb him. They requested a kiss, getting up onto their tippy toes and nearly fell in doing so. "I think you need to lay down." he tells them, gripping their shoulders to steady them. They giggled and pressed their body against his, heir hand immediately groping his crotch. "Hmm only if you come with me." they look up at him through their lashes. Damn they knew exactly how to wrap him around their fingers.

Sandor sighs, and picks his lover up. They cry with laughter and wrap their arms around his neck, burying their face into his neck and leaving kisses in their stead. He was going to have fun trying to wrangle them.

Cersei certainly finds it entertaining when her lover is drunk and thinks they're being smooth with their flirting. She'll roll her eyes and brush them off, but truth is she loves the attention. She'll capture her beloved's chin between her finger and her thumb and make them look at her. Of course they try to lean in and kiss her, she dodges them and they fall forward onto her lap.

"I say it's time you switched to water." she'll say raising a brow. Her lover just buries their face into her thigh, their hands running up her legs. Cersei smirks, she knows what they want. She could certainly give into them, but what's the fun in that. She wants them to beg.

Petyr would definitely take advantage of this opportunity. His beloved is hanging all over him, and it's truly amusing to him. He asks them questions, silly little ones at first, then he starts asking more serious ones. He has to make sure they truly love him and want to be with him of course.

"My love, I can't bed you while you're in this state." Petyr lies, he just wants to hear them beg, and they do. His lover pouts and keeps pulling at his shirt, saying they need him. It's certainly a stroke to his ego to hear that his beloved is not only devoted to him, but is willing to beg for his cock.

Oberyn is quite amused. His beloved is very shy when sober but after half a glass of wine and they're trying to undress him in public. He calms them down, holding their hands and kissing their lips.

"We have plenty of time later to wrap ourselves around eachother. For now let's finish our party." he smiles softly as they pout. Oberyn loves their wandering hands and flirty eyes. He can't wait for an opportunity to drag them off, why must politics rely on his presence. He wants to just ravage his lover already.

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sweetlywriting · 2 years

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Got with a scholar s/o~

Includes-Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Sansa Stark, Petyr Baelish, Tyrion Lannister

Warnings- None this was very fluffy

A/N-

Jon Snow-

Not really the scholarly type, but he learned a little from Sam so he’s still somewhat well versed in your occupation

He likes seeing you work though, you look so focused and determined staring at a book it makes him smile

From your point of view it looks like he’s just randomly staring over your shoulder, which makes it pretty hard to work

It’s cute though so you let it slide

He also often asks for your advice ignores it though

Daenerys Targaryen-

Daenerys definitely was taught by scholars or at least got fair education, being a Targaryen so she understands what you do

Sometimes she’s not always the most rational and jumps at whatever feels right, so it’s good to have you there to be a voice of reason, she's more likely to listen to you than anyone else

Daenerys does value improvement and criticism so often you’ll have long discussions about how she rules, the army, etc.

Also would love if you would lend your scholarly abilities to help teach people, especially the poor and children

Her heart squeezes every time she sees you laughing and reading a book to some little kids

Jaime Lannister-

Jaime isn’t dumb, but he never spent much effort into his studies, he’s a well renowned knight for goodness sake

He often teases you for studying something so “pointless”, you know better than that and often prove it to a sheepish Jaime when your battle plans outweigh his

He respects your craft, it simply isn’t very applicable in his lifestyle

He gets a little jealous when you’re teaching some other soldiers to read, so he’ll try to act more interested in your studies

Cersei Lannister-

Cersei tends to dislikes people who are smarter than her, but as long as you’re on her side and don’t pose much of a threat oh she’ll adore you

All the books material or anything else will be provided to you, all best in Westeros

She’ll often ask you to create things for her schemes or at least get your opinion on them

You’re definitely on her council and may receive a bit of favoritism

Sansa Stark-

Sansa has always been taught by and liked scholars, they remind her of the old maesters

She’s kind of indifferent to your occupation, studying had never been her forte

She'll often come to you for advice or just a fair talk, though sometimes she storms off she knows you mean well

She often picks books and papers she thinks you would like as little gifts.

Petyr Baelish-

Baelish is somewhat of a scholar himself, collecting information and using to his will

He’ll often use your studies and knowledge to his benefit, and finds a way so you’re still happy and unnoticing, because he does care

Maybeee not I’m a very conventional way but he cares

He’ll often research or study with you. It's quite comfortable, and sometimes he'll let you see a more vulnerable side of him

Tyrion Lannister-

He too enjoys reading learning and research

Being smaller he's never had physical aspect of strength

Often he'll play chess with you on cold nights where there's not much to do

Riddles and boardgames that require tactic are some of his favorite things, he'd be happy to share them with you.

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itsgameofthronesimagines · 2 years

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hi!! your blog is so wonderful omg. i was wondering if you could write about fem!reader being jealous of jon’s close relationship with dany and him just reassuring her and all that? thank you <3

(Gif not mine)

Title: Young Hearts & Minds

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jon Snow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, jealousy, sappy romance, childish crush/young love, etc.

Taglist: @gruffle1

Summary: Set during S7 and then onto S8, Y/n is about to be reunited with her first love, only for a dragon queen to appear to be a problem.

Author’s Note: Thank you for the wait, anon. I hope you enjoy!

(I do not consent to my works being reposted/copied)

Littlefinger likes to stick his fingers in every flavor of pie. When he told Sansa that there was a possibility that Jon wishes to marry Daenerys when he left for Dragonstone, Baelish knew that Sansa would eventually tell Lady Y/n.

And why wouldn’t she? Sansa has known Y/n since they were children and have just recently been reunited. Y/n was another ward of House Stark and was raised alongside Ned and Catelyn’s children ever since she was one and ten. Thankfully, she did not have to endure the horrors of the Starks' fates since she was sent back to her own family’s keep to spend time with her parents before winter began. When word spread of Ned Stark’s imprisonment and then further beheading, Y/n’s parents kept her at home, knowing it would be a death sentence for their daughter if she were sent back to Winterfell.

When she heard about Jon Snow reclaiming Winterfell from the Boltons, Y/n had to return to Winterfell years later. She had to see the great walls of the Stark castle for herself, along with the reclaimed owners. When she arrived, she was tearfully greeted by Sansa and reunited with Arya and Bran. When she questioned where Jon was, Y/n was told that he went South to Dragonstone. Sansa told her old friend everything that’s happened since they last parted, right down to the very smallest detail. When she spoke of the Northerners calling Jon their King of the North, Y/n smiled to herself, happy and proud for Ned Stark’s bastard son.

As children, Y/n often found herself in Jon’s company, despite their different stations in life. Sansa didn’t like Jon when they were younger, but Y/n had always been a kind and sweet young lady. She enjoyed Jon’s company and over time, as they got older, they both were beginning to realize that this friendship was turning into an infatuation with each other. Y/n could easily say that Jon Snow was her first love. Yes, she was young and childish, with butterflies in her stomach whenever Jon was around, but she never considered her attraction to him foolish.

When Littlefinger told Sansa that there was a possibility that Jon wishes to marry Daenerys when he left for Dragonstone, Baelish knew that Sansa would eventually tell Lady Y/n. He was no fool, and he saw the way Y/n smiled whenever Jon was mentioned. She even spoke of her excitement to see him again. However, when Y/n was told of the possibility of Jon and Daenerys forming a marriage alliance, her smile fell, and she even asked Sansa if she was certain. After that, Petyr watched as Y/n remained stoic and even ignorant on the topic right until his execution by Arya's hand.

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Jon finally came back home after spending so much time in the South, and with him, he brought armies from all corners of the world. With Daenerys at his side and two dragons flying overhead, Sansa also took into account the armies of Unsullied and Dothraki. Once introductions had been made, she also recognized Varys and Tyrion Lannister at the Targaryen Queen’s side. The Lady of Winterfell had her guests settle in before supper and caught Jon up on everything he missed while he was away. When she recounted all the houses who had come to the North’s aid, she mentioned Y/n’s. Jon visibly stiffened, staring into the fireplace of his half-sister’s room.

“Is she well?”

Sansa was stunned for the moment, before breaking the news to him, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Jon spun to stare at Sansa, struck dumb as she continued, “She was feeling ill before you arrived so she went to lie down. She’s in her old room now, like she never left.”

He immediately excused himself and left Sansa’s room, only to swiftly walk down the hall to what he remembered used to be Y/n’s. He could walk the way there blindfolded if someone asked him. He knew the route all too well. When he was young, he snuck to Y/n’s chambers as often as he could. Being young and naive, nothing scandalous came of it, but Jon and Y/n knew the fit Lady Catelyn would have if she ever found them innocently holding each other and kissing in bed.

What felt like hours was only minutes before Jon found himself just outside Y/n’s door, out of breath and feeling the sense of déjà vu. He felt as though he was frozen in a lake of icy cold waters again, like when he had fallen beyond the Wall, barely able to move or catch his breath. Fear struck him like a chill down to his bones, staring at the door between him and what he both feared and longed for. Before he could give into cowardice, he raised his fist and knocked.

Shuffling is heard behind the door, until the light pattern of footsteps draws closer and the door itself swings open, revealing the woman inside. Jon’s lungs begin to burn from lack of breath, completely blown away by the face of the young love he had once known. She was radiant, a woman grown with her face as lovely as the Mother, evolved from the goofy smiles and rounded cheeks from his childhood.

Y/n stared back at him with equal shock, breathless, standing still in her chemise and robe, loose hair falling over her shoulder like a waterfall. Neither of them speaks, taking in the other’s appearance like a goblet of wine. Slowly, Y/n rolls her lips and hesitants before breathing out, “Jon?”

A raging fire ignites and burns within him. Jon steps forward with his hands on either side of her face before she could blink. The kiss was fierce and full of unquenchable need, as if ice and fire was fighting for dominance, sizzling when making contact with one another. Y/n leaned into Jon’s kiss and his embrace, guiding him further into her room with her grip around his torso. Jon kicks the door shut with his boot as he breaks away from the kiss, catching his breath, all the while his gaze scans over her face standing so close to his. Their air mixed in the close proximity, unable to move away other than to tilt their heads to get a better look of each other.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Jon’s rapsy whisper sent chills down her spine, a fleeting smile etched onto her kiss bitten lips.

Y/n’s eyes were wet with unshed tears, lowering her gaze to watch her fingers play with a loose thread on his warm furs, “And I you. I’ve heard stories... but I didn’t wish to believe them.”

“What did you hear?”

“Your death, of course,” her full body shiver does not go unnoticed, Jon’s hands moving down her neck and steadily holding her shoulders, the warmth of his palms bleeding into the fabric of her sleeves, “Then your ressurection... then your war against the Boltons. My father said it was a fool’s errand, that no one could possibly win against them.”

“I wish I could say the stories were false,” Jon kept his voice low and soft, as if the fire lighting the shadows of her room could hear, “Apart from us not winning against the Boltons, that is.”

Y/n tilt her head at him, puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“I did die, Y/n, but I was brought back by Stannis Baratheon’s priestess.”

She searched his eyes, trying to scout out the lie, but she couldn’t find one. Unless he learned how to lie in all these years, Y/n couldn’t help but believe him, despite how impossible his words sounded, “And what of your titles? Are you Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch or are you King in the North?”

“Neither, or both, I suppose. My watch ended when I died... and I now serve a new queen.”

The reminder of Daenerys Targaryen felt like lead dragging her heart down to her stomach. Y/n swallowed down her nerves and tried her best to strengthen her posture, keeping her eyes on the direwolf symbol on his chest, “Then I can imagine you are now free to own lands, take a wife, and father children. You could take your queen’s hand, of course, since you are no longer a bastard.”

Jon, as always, doesn’t quite catch the meaning of her words, nodding solemnly once a thought dawned on him. His once relieved, heartfelt expression drains into his usual brooding self, “Aye. I’m not a bastard. I am so much more than that... I have to tell you something, but you have to swear that you won’t tell a soul. Not even Sansa.”

The weight of his voice worried Y/n, but she otherwise straightened her spine with curiousity, “... What is it?”

“My true parentage came into question recently. Bran sent me a letter along with my friend Sam’s confirmation. They found proof that I am not Ned Stark’s true bastard. I’m his nephew.”

“Nephew?” Y/n rapidly tries recalling history of the Stark family tree in her head, information spouting out of her lips all at once as she tried to make sense of this, “You are too young to be Brandon Stark’s son, and unless he broke his vows, you couldn’t be Benjen’s. And Lyanna-!”

Y/n caught the brief bloom of pain behind Jon’s eyes before it disappeared, then she was able to put the pieces together from there, remembering the last days of Robert’s Rebellion as the history books say. Her eyes soften into pity, feeling the sadness and lost grief radiating off her first love, “Lyanna...”

“Lyanna Stark wasn’t kidnapped. Sam found proof that Rhaegar Targaryen annulled his marriage to Elia Martell and married Lyanna in secret. They had a son... but both of them had died before they could meet him. Lyanna knew that Robert Baratheon would kill her son and so she tasked her brother, Ned Stark, to care for him as his bastard.”

Y/n’s hand trails up to Jon’s face as her bewildered eyes take in this new bit of information. Her fingers lightly trail over scars she didn’t recognize from their shared childhood. Jon closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, catching the rays of her warmth and intently listening to the soft sound of her voice, “Then you are not a bastard... you’re not even a lord,” she was in disbelief, huffing a small gust of air as she took in the details of the man’s face in front of her, “You’re the Heir to the Iron Throne.”

“I don’t want it, Y/n,” Jon’s eyes open and his grip slowly tightened around her frame, afraid she would disappear, “My goal was to only ever protect the North. Daenerys knows this.”

“You told her?”

“I had to. She’s family.”

The words sink in, before Y/n scoffed to herself, hope slowly peeking through, “I thought...”

“You thought what?”

Y/n looked back up at him, suddenly feeling shy and foolish, “Sansa and I heard that you might wed her for the alliance.”

Jon couldn’t help the small, breathy laugh that escaped him, shaking his head, “I do love her, but not like that.”

He inched closer to Y/n until their bodies were touching, taking her breath away as Jon’s hands traveled back up her shoulders to cup her face again, forcing her to look at him directly in the eyes. He looked so vulnerable, his heart practically bleeding out through his eyes and words, “I have only ever loved one woman... and I knew I could never have her as long as I was a bastard and she was a lady. So I left. I joined the Night’s Watch. If I couldn’t have her, then I would never want another woman.”

“Jon...” Touched, Y/n leaned up into his space, closing her eyes as she kissed him once more, softer and slower, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Their lips part again but neither pull out of the other’s space, noses brushing together as the lady gasped quietly, emotions quivering in her words, “I was afraid I had dreamt it all. When you left, I began to doubt you ever loved me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jon tilt his head up and kissed her forehead, eyes squeezing shut with guilt and regret, “I knew I couldn’t say goodbye to you. It would be too much.”

She leans into his body more, feeling secured as his arms fully wrap around her. Grateful of this reunion, Y/n didn’t want to ever let go of him again, “So what happens now? Daenerys intends on taking the throne from Cersei. Will you help her?”

“Once we’ve defeated the Night King, yes.”

“And then what?”

“Then Daenerys rules. I have her written promise that the North will remain an independant kingdom, but we both have agreed that should she ever need aid, the North will answer the call.”

“So then you will still be King in the North?”

“If the Northerners allow it. I don’t think I made any of them happy by bringing two dragons, Dothraki hordes, a Targaryen Queen, and a Lannister here.”

Y/n laughs quietly, “They’ll forgive you once we survive the Long Night.”

“And... should we survive,” Y/n leaned her head back to stare into his knowing gaze, his eyebrows raised in silent question, “The King in the North will need a Queen?”

Warmth flooded her face and neck, a wide smile blooming. Y/n, feeling giddy and incredibly happy, felt a tease escaping her mouth as her eyes twinkle in mischief, “Oh? But you’re doing so well on your own!”

Jon smiled boyishly, a little bashful like he was when they were younger. His amused huff brushes her cheek as he leans close to her ear, “Not well enough. I could be so much more with you by my side. I would cherish the title of your husband far more than any title a kingdom could give me. Please, Y/n. I will not lose you again. When this is over... marry me.”

She closed her eyes, relishing in this moment, smiling even as she kissed the corner of his lips, “Of course, Jon... My Jon.”

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A/N: It’s a little short, but I think it was sweet to write. Please support and leave a request in the ask box!

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🕷️ • 🐈‍⬛ • we shall have to wait and see | x fem!reader

🕷️ • 🐈‍⬛ • bran with a secret s/o | headcanons • part two

🕸️ • 🪦 • my dear brother | x sansa stark

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W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

Note :: I do not write character x character unless the reader is included as well. Poly, threesomes, etc are all welcomed in that regard!

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Non-Con

Polyamory

Incest (obv it’s asoiaf)

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

CHARACTERS

Game of Thrones

Brienne of Tarth

Cersei Lannister

Daenerys Targaryen

Euron Greyjoy

Gendry Baratheon

Grey Worm

Jaime Lannister

Jon Snow

Margaery Tyrell

Missandei

Oberyn Martell

Petyr Baelish

Podrick Payne

Roose Bolton

Sandor Clegane

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Theon Greyjoy

Tormund Giantsbane

Tyrion Lannister

Tywin Lannister

House of Dragon

Aegon II Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Cregan Stark

Daemon Targaryen

Erryk Cargyll

Harwin Strong

Helaena Targaryen

Jacaerys Velaryon

Larys Strong

Otto Hightower

Rhaenyra Targaryen

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~ Fandoms I Will Write For ~

Sons Of Anarchy

Alexander “Tig” Trager

Philip “Chibs” Telford

Juan Carlos “Juice” Ortiz

Jackson “Jax” Teller

Harry “Opie” Winston

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

John Winchester

Game Of Thrones

Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish

Sandor “The Hound” Clegane

Jorah Mormont

Jaimie Lannister

Jon Snow

House Of The Dragon

Daemon Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen

Harwin Strong

Scream Franchise

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridgers

Charlie Walker

Chad Meeks-Martin

Ethan Landry

Stranger Things

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Harry Potter Universe

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Fred Weasley(18+)

George Weasley(18+)

The Vampire Diaries Universe

Niklaus Michaelson

Kol Michaelson

Elijah Michaelson

Kai Parker

It Chapter 1

Patrick Hockstetter

Evil Dead

Ash Williams

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Negan Smith

Simon

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I can take requests from the fandoms above of characters not listed all you have to do is ask!

Will do smut and angst, sometimes a little bit of fluff ;)

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Wolves and Hounds-3

(Warnings: Some blood and a tiny tiny hint at angst before more fluff. Also sorry it's so short<3)

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His eyes would wander to her every now and then, how bored she looked, her gray eyes dull as she barely paid attention to… well… anything. The jousting had yet to begin and she already looked bored. “Karliah!” Robert called suddenly, the woman turning to look over her shoulder before getting up without question, joining the drunk king without another thought after his wife had left “what in Seven Hells are you looking so bored for? The jousting will begin soon!” he asked with a burp that she didn’t even seem to care for “you know why” she muttered bitterly, Robert laughing, slapping his big wine belly as he did “I can’t have you fight them! There’s not enough gold dragons in the world to pay all the bets I’d win on that one!” he shouted loudly with joy, Karliah briefly looking around with a big blush on her cheeks, obviously feeling embarrassed since everyone turned to look at their exchange, but Robert just continued to laugh. “You’d knock them all off their fancy horses!! They’d never be able to walk again!” Robert continued bursting with laughter, Karliah forcing a smile to stay polite “thank you, Your Grace-”

“Get her a horse and some armor!! I’m sure there’s some pitiful squire’s armor you can wear. Come on!!! Before I die of old age!! Get the lady a horse and some armor!!” he stood up and roared, Karliah’s cheeks almost beet red as she shook her head “thank you, Your Grace, it makes me proud and happy that you have such confidence in me, should I joust, but I’m afraid I can’t joust-”

“Why not?! Afraid of embarrassing everyone else?” Robert asked with utter amusement and Karliah forced a smile “it’d be a shame to knock so many knights and lords off their horses and bruise their egos. Let the realm believe I cannot joust, for their ego” she whispered, Robert staring at her before laughing loudly, nodding as he could barely get his words out of his mouth “yer just like Lyanna! As clever as they come! Alright then!” he decided and Karliah smiled. She quickly turned around and walked back to her seat behind Sansa, Arya and their septa, just as a squire hurriedly approached with a horse. “Your Grace! The armor is in-”

“What in the Seven Hells are you doing?!”

“I-... you asked-”

“And now I’m asking you to leave! Get outta here so the jousting can finally begin!” he yelled loudly, the poor boy hurrying away with the horse as the jousting games began. As a man sat down next to Sansa, Karliah frowned, listening as he talked to her, listening to his every word and she forced a smile as she jumped in “Littlefinger, was it?” she asked, the man turning around to look at her, smiling politely as he nodded “yes-”

“But your name is actually Petyr Baelish, correct?”

“Yes, Lady Stark-”

“You grew up with Catlyn. Sansa is the spitting image of her mother, isn’t she? A northern beauty” she complimented with a warm smile, Sansa smiling with red cheeks, always enjoying the compliments and praise she’d get for her beauty and femininity “she is, she looks just like her mother when she was her age” Petyr said with a fond look in his eyes when he looked at Sansa, Karliah nodding “and have you heard? She’s promised to the prince himself” Karliah added, Petyr turning to look at her, his entire demeanor changing at the look in Karliah’s eyes. The warning. Telling him that he was far too familiar with her niece for her liking. “I can only imagine the pair they’ll make” was his response and Karliah nodded, forcing a polite smile “indeed” she stated, leaning a little closer “I am giving you one warning as a courtesy, Lord Baelish; I love both of my nieces very dearly. Do you understand?” she whispered so only Petyr could hear, waiting for him to nod with understanding before leaning back in her seat, a small victorious smirk on her lips when he finally did nod. Karliah’s eyes widened a little as the tall suit of black armor rode closer, her heart racing a little as she frowned, unaware that the Hound himself watched the way her chest seemed to rise and fall a little heavier, a look of shock disguised as intriguing on her face as she studied him. He truly was as tall as a mountain. She doubted his apparent size was due to the armor; it must have fitted him like a glove, unlike the shiny little squire on his white horse next to the Mountain. He’d run him through. There was no doubt about it. No Gods, old or new, could save that poor boy from the Mountain once he’d take his lance.

The first clash. The knight survived, both of them being offered new lances and then came the second one. The second clash. Sansa screamed as the knight fell from his horse, wood impaled in his throat as he drowned on his own blood as it spurted out all over him and his shiny armor that was obviously new. Karliah flinched at the clash and put a hand on both of her nieces’ shoulders out of instinct, Arya turning to look up at her and Karliah sighed as she wrapped an arm around the youngest of her nieces with a worried frown. Her gaze turned to the septa, both of them with worry as Karliah looked back at a shocked, wide-eyed Arya. “Do you want to leave, Arry?” Karliah asked in a whisper, gaining the young girl’s attention who looked up at her, eyes still as wide as the wheels on a wagon, she shook her head a little and Karliah sighed, the two of them unaware of Petyr who spoke in a hushed voice to Sansa. “You don’t have to stay. If you’re afraid of what people will think, I will lie. I can come up with an excuse” Karliah promised but Arya shook her head again, finally finding her words “I’m okay…” she muttered, Karliah looking at the septa and she nodded. Karliah looked back at Sansa just as Petyr leaned away from her, Karliah placing a hand on Sansa’s shoulder, gaining the girl’s attention. “Sansa?”

“I’m fine, Aunt Karliah, thank you” she spoke in a meek voice and Karliah sighed softly, reaching forward and gently cupping her cheek before nodding, leaning back in her seat, sighing heavily. As she felt someone’s gaze linger, she turned her head, finding the Hound staring at her but instead of looking away, as her oldest niece often did, she gave him a smile. A rare, one-sided smile, her eyes locked with his until he looked away first, Karliah smirking a little, her stomach fluttering with an unfamiliar feeling in her gut.

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Karliah was silent as she sat in the gardens, eyes closed, face turned to the sky as she had a small frown on her face. So much was happening, yet nothing was happening at the same time. She’d already been to the Godswood, twice, praying. She wasn’t entirely sure if the Gods existed, old or new, but there had to be something. Something more out in the world, there had to be. So she prayed, though her prayers were really more a front, allowing her to spend some time to herself without a Stark or Lannister guard breathing down her neck, without her brother’s worry rubbing off on her, and, as selfish as that may have been, without the banter of her nieces and by the Gods, those two could fight for hours if they’d be allowed to, each trying to get the last word, the two girls worlds apart and different, yet she adored them all the same. They were her life. All of her nieces and nephews were. She’d already accepted that marriage and children were not in her cards, so she doted on her brother’s children, each and every one of them… and her sister’s… her only sister’s only child.

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“I’m telling you, it’s awful! There’s all the laces and they’re all on your back and then there’s the shoes!! I have no idea how Cat does it! Or Sansa for that matter!”

“What ‘bout Arya?”

“Her? In heels? You must’ve eaten something that wasn’t quite right, Your Grace” Karliah joked before sipping her wine, amusement clear in her voice as Robert laughed. Robert had always been… different towards her. She was Lyanna’s baby sister, and he loved her as such, furthermore, unlike her brother, she could be chatty, after a few drinks, especially around her family and Robert was part of that family. And she had no filter with him. She’d even met his daughter in the Vale, once, and briefly while visiting Ned while he was fostered by Jon Arryn with Robert. Robert had talked about women, sex, battle, killing, shit, piss, blood and all manner of other things that a highborn lady shouldn’t be discussing, and he was overjoyed when she laughed, when she was showing him her wit with a clever comment or joke, proving the sturdy, unmovable, unfazed North blood in her veins, chilling her, making her unfazed by just about everything he’d brought up. Though he did joke a little too much about that time that a squire made her blush… and in front of the poor boy, making her furious and she’d dumped an entire flagon of wine over his head before storming off. He never apologized but the next day she seemed to have gotten past it faster than him, and the poor squire. “Seven Hells, where have all the years gone by, Kal?” he asked suddenly with a much dimmer tone compared to the cheerful one only a few moments ago. “Down your gullet, by the looks of it” she joked and he cracked a wheezing laugh at her joke, his cheeks red and flushed from wine and laughter before he settled back down again “you’re a soothing balm for the company of your brother” he admitted as he drank his wine, Karliah chuckling lightly “he’s not called the Quiet Wolf for nothing” she stated with a shrug, finishing off the last of her wine, which Robert of course noticed. “Boy!! Make yourself useful and fill Lady Stark’s cup already!”

“No, thank you, Your Grace, I’ve had quite enough” she quickly admitted, placing a hand over the top of her glass to prevent anything from going in as she stood up, putting the glass back down on the table. “Ah, ya prude!” Robert called as his own glass was filled, Karliah chuckling instead of taking it as an insult “and by the sound of it, you’ve had enough as well, but I know better than to stand between you and wine” she teased, curtseying before leaving, faintly hearing Robert shout at the poor boy when he realized the wine jug was empty.

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