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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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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!

Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @otteropera

"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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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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⋆♱ GAME OF THRONES ♱⋆

navigation

🕷️fluff | 🕸️angst | 🐈‍⬛suggestive | 🪦platonic

⋆♱ Arya Stark ♱⋆

nothing yet

⋆♱ Bran Stark ♱⋆

headcanons

🕷️ • 🕸️ • i will wait | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 🕸️ • 🐈‍⬛ • a love which cannot be | x gn!reader

🕷️ • 🐈‍⬛ • 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

🕷️ • wanna go on a date? | x gn!reader

⋆♱ Brienne of Tarth ♱⋆

🕷️ • brienne with a short!reader | headcanons

⋆♱ Jaime Lannister ♱⋆

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⋆♱ Jon Snow ♱⋆

🕷️ • 🕸️ • my watch has ended | x wildling!reader

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🕸️ • 🪦 • my dear brother | x bran stark

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grcnseer · 2 years

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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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urwarriorangel · 7 years

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battle scars (jon snow)

Prompt: Robert Baratheon had come and burned down the whole village, slaughtering the men and raping the women. You’d been young then but Robert Baratheon did not care. He took you with him and soon gave you to the filthiest brothel that he could find. Fast forward almost 8 years and you’ve been destined to meet the legendary Jon Snow.

Pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

Warnings: mentions of rape/death/murder/harassment, baelish being a creep, language

A/N: hello hi i hope you guys like this! it moves faster than my other fics but that might be a good thing LOL. keep in mind that robert baratheon is a lot more evil and terrible in this fic than he is in the show/books. same goes for baelish kinda. pls let me know what you think! XOXOX (!!!!!!GIFS ARE NOT MINE!!!!!!)

“Are you ready to meet Jon Snow?” Petyr Baelish leans against the doorframe, looking you up and down as you dress yourself.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you roll your eyes at him and he hisses, swiftly making his way over to you and turning you around to face him.

“That is not a good answer, little Y/N. Jon Snow might be a bastard, but he’s Lord Stark’s bastard, so you will treat him as you would a Lord. He’s turned down Ros, I’d rather he didn’t turn down another one of my whores. Is that understood?” He leans his head down and you can feel his hot breath across the bottom of your face.

“Understood, my Lord,” you whisper, looking down as a smirk grows on Baelish’s face.

“That’s a good girl,” he traces his fingers up your arm and across your collarbones, slowly making his way down the valley of your plump breasts. “Don’t worry, I won’t tire you out. I just want to make sure you’ve prepared properly.”

Petyr whispers blessings under his breath and unties the front of your dress, slipping his fingers underneath and skimming them across the bottom of your breasts. He pushes your dress off, letting his fingers skim across your every curve, pinching and squeezing as he wills himself not to push you any further.

“Ser?” A soft voice pulls Petyr away from you, leaving you bare for the girl to see. “Jon Snow is here for Y/N.”

Petyr nods and the girl goes away, a smirk coming back to Petyr’s face. “We shall continue tomorrow, my darling. Now, remember: Jon Snow doesn’t leave here until he cums inside of your pathetic little cunt. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my lord,” you nod, almost sneering at Petyr as he ties up the front of your dress.

“Good girl,” he winks and makes his way out, sending Jon Snow in soon after.

You’d heard about how handsome the bastard of the North was: how his curly locks somehow looked even better under all the snow, how his low calm voice managed to woo even the most faithful, how his dark brown eyes melted even the coldest hearts. You thought you’d prepared yourself, thought you were ready to see him. But the second he stepped into the room, you felt your heart in your throat and your breaths completely stopped.

“Y-Y/N?” Jon Snow whispers nervously, his eyes studying your face as you snap out of your daze. You immediately plaster a soft smile on your face and walk over to him.

“That would be me,” you reach over behind him and close your door, ensuring the utmost privacy for Jon Snow. You look up only to find him already staring at you. You stop for a moment, faltering at the intensity of his gaze. He’s looking at you like you’ve known each other forever, like he’s found something he thought he’d lost. You clear your throat, pulling both him and yourself out of your thoughts. “And you’re Jon Snow,” you smile and gently hold his hand, allowing him to move out of your grasp if he’d so like.

“Indeed I am,” he chuckles nervously and looks around your living quarters.

“I’ve done everything in my power to ensure that no one can see or hear us,” you lead him to your bed and gently push him down in a sitting position. “Is there anything you’d like for me to know or anything you’d like to ask me before we start?”

Jon thinks for a moment, eyes looking everywhere but you. You’re gorgeous, breathtaking even. You could be doing anything and yet here you are. No woman would do this willingly, at least none that he knew. What brought you into this world? Why did you stay? What family do you belong to? Where did you grow up? What--?

“H-how long have you been doing this?” He questions before he can stop himself, slowly looking up at you and causing you stiffen. The questions stops your every movement; out of any possible conversation starter, Jon Snow asked you about the one thing you worked so hard to forget.

All the horrible memories came rushing back, normally they didn’t do that until you were asleep. Your breathing becomes shallow and you lose track of your surroundings, desperate to scream out. But you heard Baelish, you had to do anything for Jon Snow. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, Jon starts shaking his head apologetically.

“Sorry, sometimes I don’t know when to stop talking,” he whispers and try as you might you can’t find it in you to send him away. “I understand it must be tough to even think of how you got here, let alone talk about it. I don’t want you to--I could just--I should leave. I’m sorry for bothering you, I should--”

“Hey,” you whisper, placing a hand on his shoulder as you stand between his legs. “I-I can tell you. It’s just not the most arousing story ever.”

“I, I understand,” he nods, looking up at you as you run your free hand through his curls. “You could sit next to me if you’d like. Or I could hold you if you wanted?”

He watches you, innocent as ever with sparkles of curiosity. And you watch him, confused as to why he’d care about you. Then it clicked. He may be Lord Stark’s son, but he’s still a bastard. Life couldn’t have been kind to him. You felt an odd connection to him, one you’d forbidden yourself from ever feeling.

You lean down and press a soft kiss against his forehead, despite years of betrayal and pain telling you to turn the other way. You lean down and slowly start removing Jon’s coat and armour. He looks at you, about to protest and you give him a smile, assuring him you just want him to get more comfortable. So he relaxes a bit, closing his eyes as your fingers skim across his back and chest. You set his items aside and walk over to him, pushing him towards the headboard and laying next to him. He wraps an arm around you and you don’t oppose.

“Are you still sure you want to hear my story?” You look over to him and he nods, a slight frown settling across his features. So you nod and look anywhere but his face and you start your story. “I was 11 years old, Jon Snow. I was 11 years old when Robert Baratheon, the mighty King burned my village down and murdered my family, my friends, my neighbours. I was 11 years old when I was ripped from my mother and raped by Robert and his filthy soldiers, all while my mother forcefully watched. He murdered her soon after and then sold me to this place,” you point to your surroundings, a few tears falling down your face and escaping your notice. “I was raised here, Jon Snow. This is all I know.”

Jon brings a hand up and you flinch, still in your earlier mindset. Once you realize what you’ve done, you open your mouth to apologize and he shakes his head, pulling you closer and wiping your tears away.

“It’s just me, it’s just Jon Snow,” he whispers, brushing his lips against your hair as you regain control of your emotions. “I am going to rip Robert Baratheon’s head off the next time I see him.”

“You can’t do that, no,” you shake your head and sit up, looking into Jon’s eyes and seeing nothing but compassion and warmth.

“Why not? He’s a terrible man, you know that. We all know that, why can’t I rip his damn head off?” He nearly yells out, hurting for your younger self. His hands are balled into fists, head turned away from you.

“Because you can’t rule the Seven Kingdoms from six feet under, everyone knows that,” you whisper with a smile on your face, hoping to assuage Jon’s anger.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” He turns back to face you, a small smile on his face.

“If anyone should be King, it’s you, Jon Snow,” you smile at him, and you can’t seem to remember the last time you actually smiled.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile,” Jon whispers and leans forward, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he gently pulls you into his lap. “I only brought you into my lap because I want to hold you… and protect you.”

“You’re sweet and I’m certainly not complaining, but you paid for me to--”

“I paid for your company, and if Baelish gives you a hard time, I’ll lie and make up ways that I was able to keep you quiet. Is that okay?” He runs his fingers through your hair and you place a light kiss against his cheek.

“That’s perfect. Now, let’s compare battle scars, shall we?”

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lily-is-writing · 7 years

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Headcanons: Being Married To Petyr Baelish

Request: Hey, I think your headcanons are pretty cool! I really liked the Dolorous Edd one and your other GoT/ASoIaF stuff. Could you do a 'being married to Petyr Baelish' one for me? That would be lovely^^ Author’s Note: I am sorry for being so inactive! I hope you all enjoy this! this contains a small sexy time mention

• First and foremost it means being the one person he actually cares for

• He will share his plans with you, almost like he wants your approval and praise lets be real here, that’s exactly what he wants

• You will be be treated like royalty, people will learn to respect you as much as they respect fear Petyr

• PDA will be a thing because Petyr is a god damn show off and we all know it.

• He will constantly have his arm around you, mostly around your waist.

• He will kiss you in front of other lords and ladies, not over-zealously but enough to evoke a small reaction from you - a blush, a cute little whimper as his lips touch yours, he wants them to know you adore him

• Pet names, don’t get me started. He knows he has a way with words and terms like ‘my love’ will only honey them further

• He is not a violent man, but he is protective and possessive, he will find a way to end anyone who tries to harm you or flirt with you in a way that cannot be directly traced back to him

• He would be a very passionate lover if you’d allow him, he would have enough stamina to last you both and would take the time to learn each and every way you enjoy being ‘loved’

#Game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #Petyr Baelish #Petyr Baelish x reader #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #nsfw?#fluff #smut mention

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a-libra-writes · 4 years

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⚖️🌟Libra’s Masterlists🌟⚖️

🐺Game of Thrones🦁

(OUTDATED as of 2023, still working on it! Search character tags for more recent stuff!)

🎀Imagines & Preferences🎀

How They Dance With You

How They Comfort You During a Panic Attack

How They Get Jealous

How They Kiss You

How They Confess To You

How They Cuddle With You

How They React To Your Kidnapping

How They React To Your Scars

How They React To Your Pregnancy

How They React To You Saving Their Lives

How They Comfort You Before Your Arranged Marriage

How They React To You Walking In On Them

How They React To Your Massages

How You’d Spend Your First Night With Them

How They React To An Overly Affectionate S/O

How They React To You Being an Artist

How They Propose To You

How They React To You Flirting With Them

When You’re Engaged to Someone Else

Dating Them in Modern Times

Love Letters & Handwriting

You Being a Widow and Having a Child

Their S/O Being an Unassuming yet Ruthless Lady

Imagine Being the Childhood Friend of Robb, Jon and Theon

Imagine Being Sister to the Baratheon Brothers

Imagine Being a Lannister in a Sandor + Bronn Love Triangle

Imagine Adopting a Direwolf Pup with Sandor

Fighting Alongside the GoT Characters & They Realize You’re a Woman’

When They Realize They’re In Love With You

Their Partner Having Heterochromia

Being Robert’s Oldest Daughter

🎀Alphabets🎀

NSFW Alphabet - Daenerys Targaryen

NSFW Alphabet - Eddison Tollett

NSFW Alphabet - Jorah Mormont

NSFW Alphabet - Petyr Baelish

NSFW Alphabet - Ramsay Snow

NSFW Alphabet - Sandor Clegane

NSFW Alphabet - Tywin Lannister

NSFW Alphabet - Stannis Baratheon

SFW Alphabet - Daenerys Targaryen

SFW Alphabet - Eddison Tollett

SFW Alphabet - Edmure Tully

SFW Alphabet - Ramsay Snow

SFW Alphabet - Sandor Clegane

SFW Alphabet - Sansa Stark

SFW Alphabet - Tyrion Lannister

SFW Alphabet - Tywin Lannister

SFW Alphabet - Victarion Greyjoy

Fluff Alphabet - Sandor Clegane

Fluff Alphabet - Stannis Baratheon

Fluff Alphabet - Tyrion Lannister

Fluff Alphabet - Victarion Greyjoy

🎀Fanfics🎀

Unexpected - Tywin x Soldier!Reader

Trouble - Tywin x SecondWife!Reader

The Lady Lion - Tywin x SecondWife!Reader

Home Again - Widow!Ned x SecondWife!Reader

Steady - Stannis x Wife!Reader

Belonging - Stannis x Wife!Reader

Queens - Daenerys x DragonOwner!Reader

A Dragon’s Fire - Daenerys x Red Priestess!Reader

Yearning - Davos x Baratheon!Reader

Soulmate Mini Fics - Stannis 1, Stannis 2

Mirrors - Roose x Wife!Reader

Mini-Fics - Usually under 1.5k, various characters

🎀Series🎀

Salt & Snow - Slow-burn + Childhood Friends - Ned Stark x Reader - Chapter 1✨Chapter 2 ✨ Chapter 3 ✨ Chapter 4 ✨ Chapter 5 ✨Chapter 6 ✨Chapter 7✨Chapter 8 ✨Chapter 9

Sand & Storms - Slow-burn + Childhood Friends - Stannis Baratheon x Martell!Reader - Chapter 1 ✨Chapter 2

🎀Interactive Fiction🎀 - Stannis Baratheon, Ned Stark, Ashara Dayne. Customize your main character - looks, house, personality! - and fall in love while trying not to die horribly in King’s Landing.

🔪Peaky Blinders🔪

Updated Masterlist (2023) Here!

♣️Lackadaisy ♣️

Updated Masterlist (2023) Here!

🐎Red Dead Redemption🐎 💀Dead By Daylight💀 ✈️Band of Brothers✈️⚡The Boys⚡

Updated MISC Masterlist (2023) Here!

#masterlist #rdr2 x reader #peaky blinders x reader #game of thrones x reader #got x reader #rdr2 imagines #peaky blinders imagines #got imagines #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers imagines #the boys x reader #the boys imagines

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megsironthrone · 3 years

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Servant

Based on this request: Hello! I really enjoy your GoT oneshots, and I was wondering if you could do an Oberyn Martell x male reader, where when Oberyn comes to King’s Landing the Lannisters are very wary of him so they send someone (the main character) to spy on him and pose as one of his servants to keep an eye on what he does and where he goes, but over time they slowly start to develop feelings for him? I hope that’s detailed enough, if you need anything else feel free to let me know! Thank you for doing this, many fandom communities greatly appreciate it :D

Here you are, lovelies! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!* Also, it’s been FOREVER since I last wrote a specifically male!reader one-shot.

Warnings: A little angst-ish?? Fluff. Kissing. mentions of brothels and use of the word “whores” multiple times(in proper context, of course)

Pairings/Characters: Oberyn Martell x male!reader, Ellaria Sand x male!reader(platonic), Oberyn Martell x Ellaria Sand

Y/N hated this. He absolutely hated it. He was so uncomfortable. He wasn't a spy! He was merely a servant. So why in all seven heavens and hells did he agree to do this? Oh right…Tywin and Cersei threatened his employment and therefore, his way of living. So that was how he found himself standing in Petyr Baelish's brothel trying to find Prince Oberyn of Dorne.

The discomfort crept into Y/N's flesh and bones as he made his way toward the room one of the whores indicated. Y/N looked straight ahead, desperate not to see anything more than he had to. It wasn't that he was ill at ease with any type of sexuality. He'd had his own fair share of women and men, though he did tend to prefer one over the other most of the time. That didn't mean he wanted to be surrounded by sex-crazed, scantily clad(if even that) people all the time.

When Y/N entered the room where Oberyn was staying, he wanted to turn around and leave right then. Before he'd even set eyes on the prince, his gaze was blocked by several nude whores, mostly women, but there was a male as well. A feminine voice spoke, pulling Y/N back to reality as he hoped his presence hadn't been noticed yet.

"She's timid. Timid is boring." A deep chuckle followed the statement. As whores shifted this way and that, Y/N caught sight of a beautiful woman. He knew she must have come with Oberyn. She definitely wasn't a woman who worked in a brothel. Her gaze met Y/N's and she smiled. "My Prince, it seems Lord Baelish has provided another man for us to see. Why didn't he send him earlier, I'd like to know. He's beautiful to look at." As soon as she said it, Oberyn moved into Y/N's line of sight.

Y/N felt his breath leave his body. Now he was in serious trouble. Oberyn was not only one of the most handsome men he'd ever seen, but there was something about him. He drew Y/N in like a moth to a flame. "You are right, Ellaria. My paramour has an eye for such beauty. Who are you?" Clearing his throat, Y/N bowed slightly.

"Y/N, Prince Oberyn. The Queen Regent has offered my services to you as your personal servant and liaison." He felt Oberyn's thumb and forefinger cup his chin. Oberyn gently tilted his head back up so he could gaze into his eyes. "Is that right?" Y/N nodded slightly. Oberyn's lips upturned slightly into a smirk, his dark eyes never leaving Y/N's face. How was Y/N ever going to do his job now?

Y/N remained in the brothel with Oberyn for weeks, only leaving when the prince absolutely had to make the trek up to the Red Keep. Any time they would make the journey, Oberyn would make conversation. At first, Y/N tried to maintain an appropriate distance and relationship. He was merely a servant after all. But after a while, that became more difficult. It was nearly impossible for him not to get along with Oberyn which is what made his job that much harder. Not that there was anything to report.

Whenever he was in the Keep, Cersei and Tywin would pull him aside, demanding that he gave them something, anything, they could hold over the prince. Y/N would simply shrug and tell them there was nothing to report which wasn't a complete lie. He knew Oberyn wanted revenge, but had yet to speak of any plans to exact said revenge. In fact, Y/N had pretty much given up the idea of spying the moment he set foot in the brothel so he would have nothing to tell anyway.

Cersei and her father left in a huff, once again threatening Y/N's employment until he left with Oberyn again. And all the while, Y/N was forming his own plan to get out of King's Landing. There was only one thing holding him back.

The longer Oberyn remained in the capitol, the more difficult is was for Y/N. There was absolutely no denying that he was falling in love with the prince. And Ellaria was a true friend as well. She seemed to know exactly what was happening between Y/N and Oberyn and had even gone so far as to approach Y/N about it.

Y/N stuttered out an apology, but Ellaria merely laughed. "You people here are so…traditional in your thinking. I am not upset. In fact, I quite like the idea. You are different than the other men that have captured Oberyn's attention. You love him for him, not for how he looks or the title he bears. We knew from the moment you appeared why you were here. And yet, I also know that you have reported nothing you've seen or heard to Cersei."

Y/N's eyes widened in fear. "You knew?" She nodded and Y/N continued, "Please believe that I never wanted this and after meeting you both, I refused to go through with what Cersei and Tywin wanted. You're right. I love Oberyn. I know it is not my place-" A laugh cut off Y/N's apology. Y/N felt himself stiffen. He knew Oberyn was behind him. He turned to face the prince, only to have a pair of arms wrap around him.

"There are few things you should never apologize for," Oberyn spoke softly as his nearly black eyes met Y/N's (e/c) ones, "One of those things is loving someone." Y/N felt his heart nearly beating out of his chest. He wasn't exactly pinned to Oberyn's chest. The prince had left enough slack in his arms that Y/N could step away if he wanted to. He didn't. He could feel the heat radiating off Oberyn and he soaked in like a flower.

"I would like to kiss you, Y/N," he whispered as Y/N heard the sound of a door closing. Ellaria had obviously left the room to give the two men some time alone. "Really?" Y/N asked. His voice was hardly above a whisper. Oberyn nodded. "If you are agreeable." Y/N chuckled a bit. As a servant, it wasn't often he was asked for his consent about anything. In answer, Y/N surged forward and crashed his lips against Oberyn's. It was everything he thought it would be and so much more.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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headoverhiddles · 4 years

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i-write-and-therefore-i-am · 4 years

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And so it begins. This is the master of all masterlists on this blog, which contains each story that I’ve posted with summaries etc. I’m hoping that starting this early will encourage me to continue as I post more things. Happy Reading!

*: Completed

S: Series Work

H: Hiatus

Game of Thrones:

*Those Three Words (SMUT): Petyr Baelish x Reader; Petyr has been sent away on a mission that he does not expect to return from. He spends his final days with you and learns a bit more about himself.

*Beautiful: Brienne x Reader; There are not nearly enough Brienne x Reader fanfics out there, so I decided to add a few into the mix. This is just a little domestic oneshot.

Good Omens:

(S)One Monstrous Miracle: Aziraphale x Reader; Through miraculous events of unknown origin, Y/N stumbles upon an antique bookshop one afternoon, and from then on, the universe is never the same.

*Insomnia: Aziraphale x Reader; Reader can’t sleep. Reader attempts to fix that. Azirpahale is intrigued by his human.

The Good Place

*Jelly Baby: Michael x Reader; Michael has to adjust to having to share you while on Earth. Roger, an overly friendly Australian, takes it a step too far.

Cabin Pressure

*Come Fly the Friendly Skies: Douglas x Reader; Douglas has been dating Martin’s sister for a while now. This is a peak into their daily lives, OJN-style.

Doctor Who

Long Day: Twelfth Doctor x Reader; The Doctor’s spouse has had a very long day and comes home to the TARDIS. A little bit of angst and hopefully a lot a bit of fluff.

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canonconspiracy · 5 years

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Arrangement Game

Pairing: Petyr Baelish x Reader

Warnings: Mainly just Baelish being himself...

Fanfiction By: @rmorningstar21

Posted Separately On Wattpad under the same username.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones or any of their respected characters, and I do not own you. Written solely for enjoyment.

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You had to fight the smirk that tugged upon your gentle lips as you heard the slightest sound of footsteps behind you as you walked the halls of the Red Keep to your current stay chambers. Though you had merely been visiting on a count of your Lord father attempting to keep a healthy alliance with the Lannisters, you knew there was only one person who would be on your tail.

There was only one person who would wish for anything from you, and he did always happen to be a bit of a snake about any arrangement he carried. Though you knew you were being followed, you turned yourself without shown caution, not to alert your follower of your knowledge. It did happen that you enjoyed a game of wits, or, for that matter, any game with the man that was quick upon your tail.

As you entered your chambers, you gently closed the door behind you, only to hear it not fully close. That was to be expected, of course, and you turned upon your heels to face the blue green eyes that you had grown fond of. It was not truly a secret that you found the mature Master of Coin to be a handsome Man, though you would never give hint to the man himself. That, in fact, may ruin your game.

"Good evening, Lord Baelish," you greeted formally, with a gentle smile and a curtsey. "What is it you may need from me?" Though your speech was soft and full of fluff, the man knew you were playing a game with him. Petyr knew that you were in fact quite an intelligent woman, as he had initially learned upon your first meeting.

Even so, his mouth upturned to a soft smirk. "I was merely checking on your well-being after your long journey, Lady Y/N," he said as the sheep, playing along with your little game.

It was hard to stifle your laugh as you ran a finger gently through your hair, playing with one of the longer locks that draped down. Your eyes studied his, and studied his features intently as the two of you kept one another in gaze. "How kind of you, my lord," you retorted with the type of fake kindness, almost impossible to decipher. "Though I do enjoy our mental chess, it is indeed late. What value do my words speak of this eve?"

He feigned a bit of hurt within his demeanor, which you could see clear as day. "Value?" He questioned, playing his mental pawn. "I could not put a value to the presence of your beauty gracing the Red Keep."

You rolled your eyes, a smirk rising upon your face. There was no doubt that the man was in fact smooth, but his facade was so easy to see through. "Unless you are in fact professing your undying love to me this evening, dear Lord, we both understand what you seek."

"And what if I may, Lady Y/N," he pressed.

You were just about to let out an aggravated sigh, but you stopped yourself. Making your way closer to the man, you stopped merely inches from being pressed against his body. Swiftly, your right hand was brought to his cheek, and you brushed your thumb gently against his jawline. This, of course, was a new level than what he had come to expect from you, and it was visibly shown in his widening eyes. Part of his mind had refused to admit that the gentle touch provoked a more primordial desire within himself, though in fact it had, and there was a flicker shown temporarily in his facial expression.

"Sweet Lord Baelish, you and I both are aware that your primary desires lie in power, and the information that may take you to said power," you said in a soft, almost sultry voice. "Though we could jest back and forth all evening, it is feasible that you have other matters to attend to than my company."

He chuckled softly, and you removed your hand from his face. Even so, you could feel the soft tingles of nearly invisible stubble from his face, and you had the momentary urge to close the gap the two of you had between you. This urge was quickly quelled by your own knowledge of the snake standing before you. Though you refused to close this gap, you did not open it further, either, and had seen him momentarily shift uncomfortably.

The two of you had gone back and forth for a while longer, thought out remarks seeming to drip from each tongue in a battle of wits. After a while, he did seem to fold, understanding that he did in fact have other matters to attend to than just your company. As you had sprinkled bits and pieces of information for him to do as he pleased with, you had simply told him this time that he would in fact make up his debt to you.

This made him a touch uneasy, but you had a plan that you did not wish to show your cards for. It was late, and you had bid him adieu. Your plan, of course, was already set in motion, as the eldest lady of House Y/L/N, you were to get what you wished.

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Petyr Baelish was pacing the corridors before your chambers rather flustered, and he could not help but question himself in this matter. It had been simply a few days since you had begun your visit in the Red Keep, and you were due to return home on the morrow. Your departure was not what had him pacing, though.

He had been brought in by the King himself, with the company of your Lord father, and a few advisors. The information that he had been given in the counsel meeting was as if you were folding to his game entirely - or that he had merely played directly into your hand.

Your valuable intel had been more than valuable for him indeed, but the morrow that the two of you had met with your mental chess banter, you had gone directly to your father. What Petyr may have surmised by this point was the fact that your Lord father had been hounding you to marry. Each kingdom needs something to continue, and being the eldest of two daughters, you were under the largest pressure to wed.

What would not be expected was that you were handing him House Y/L/N upon a silver platter to him, a man that you knew for a fact was a snake as well as a whoremonger. How you had gotten your father to agree to the arrangement had been quite obvious - your lord father had jumped upon your request.

Once the two of you would marry, you would become Queen Y/N, and Lord Baelish would become King of House Y/L/N. It was inconceivable in his mind that you were willing to hand that title over to him. He desired to know what possibly could be going through your mind, though his own mind reeled with the possibilities.

His mind reeled with more than simply the possibilities, though. Part of him had simply wondered how the two of you would fit together as husband and wife, especially seeing as each time together was a constant battle for dominance. The thoughts that flew through his mind were immediately quashed as the door to your chamber opened, revealing yourself smirking gently.

"My lord, if you desired counsel with me, you could have simply knocked," you jested, before allowing him to walk into your chambers at a quickened pace.

Once the door was fully closed, he allowed his anger and confusion to get the best of him, pinning your small frame against the wall. You were almost caught off guard, though you were already aware of his temper. In this situation, it was more than expected.

"What do you get out of this, Y/N?" Petyr questioned harshly, dropping all sorts of formalities with you.

You simply smirked, saying, "If you do not wish to go through with it, dear lord, you could just inform my father." Pausing for a moment, your smirk grew. "I do not see him too pleased with the rejection, though I also fail to see you turning down the opportunity I have presented, either."

Petyr practically growled at you, though he did release you from his grasp. He was losing his composure in front of you, which he did not wish to do in the first place. The pacing was meant for him to actually clear his mind, and yet it had sparked so many options. This arrangement refused to show him a clear path of your intention.

"What game are you playing?" He said after a few steadying breaths.

You chuckled softly. "My sweet Lord Baelish," you started, clearly amused. "Tell me that you would not relish in the power I will be providing you."

"You're young, intelligent, and stunning beyond compare," he mused out, his eyes intently glaring into your own. "Yet you set yourself with a man nearly twice your age, whom you barely know."

"You and I both know what I receive in transfer for this arrangement," you said with a slight huff, the fact that the snake was showing a new side to you being a little overwhelming. Though you had attempted to ignore the compliments, the way that he placed them upon the table actually seemed genuine. The tells that he normally wore to show that he was in fact persuading were either well hidden, or non-existent.

He scoffed, offended. "If you think I will not bed you, you're incorrect," he said, seemingly offended.

You rolled your eyes. "If I was afraid of you bedding me, would I ask my father to arrange this in the first place?" You retorted.

He stared with disbelief upon his face, and you could see the faintest amount of blush that had temporarily flickered through his cheeks. It was almost cute to see, if he had not been so arrogant. "You understand that you must perform your wifely duties?" He said, somewhat shocked.

You nodded, a light smirk upon your face.

As he begun to go off again, trying to find the hidden meaning to why everything was happening the way it was, you finally had gotten fed up with listening to the man. If he was to be your husband, you saw no shame in it. You silenced him by pressing your lips firmly to his own, and he was taken aback by shock. Your lips had formed a soft smirk into the kiss, and he had shocked you in return by kissing you back. The two of you were awkwardly standing, until you felt his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer. Instinctively, you draped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as the two of you battled for dominance with your own lips.

Something in your stomach was turning, presumably the theoretic butterflies that you would feel when you were kissing someone you cared for. It was a hard pill to swallow, but that had been in part your underlying purpose for wedding yourself off to the snake himself. As the two of you had separated, only after both your lungs had practically been screaming for air, he rested his forehead upon your own.

"Now, Lord Baelish, if you can truly tell me that this does not benefit you, I will call the arrangement off myself," you whispered softly.

He faintly chuckled as he was catching his breath, whispering out, "Petyr," with a light smile. If you had enough oxygen in circulation at the time, you may have seen that he did in fact have a genuine smile upon his face. "If you are committed to this arrangement, refer to me as Petyr."

That was the reassurance that you had needed, and a smile formed upon your lips. "I am thoroughly invested in this arrangement, Petyr," you replied. Within moments, he had once again captured your lips in another passionate kiss. Though you had not shown all of your cards, you felt internally jovial with the way that your game had played out.

On the morrow, the two of you had set out along with your father to your Kingdom, and were wed that day. Though the two of you may have not loved one another in the very beginning, and your trust may not have truly been in Petyr, time had changed both. He may have been a snake, and smooth as the day was long, but he did in fact have another side to him. The two of you did not tire of your banter, nor of your mind chess that the two of you played, though you were both now on the same side.

You had fallen genuinely in love with your intelligent and conniving husband with time, though it may have been an upward battle. Not always would you admit your cards, and it did take a while for you to even admit little things to him, such as the attraction you held for the man prior to your engagement, wedding, or bedding. He had also grown a fond love of you, and though he was a snake, he knew that you were playing on his side now. Together, the two of you would be remarkably unstoppable.

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