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Salt and Snow - Chapter 1
Ships: Ned Stark x Reader, Brandon Stark x Reader
Summary: The only daughter of House Caspian, close allies of House Stark, visits Winterfell with her family and meets the four interesting children that live in the great castle. Childish shenanigans and silliness ensues.
Hi everyone!! Im gonna give a short fanfic series a try! ;w; I haven’t done this in years lol, and I’m a little proud of this. I think it’ll be around 6~10 chapters? I don’t want it to be long! (yes I am working on other requests i promise hahaha this just got away from me~)
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Cute HCs you say?... Ok... How would each GOT character react to their significant other bringing home a lost animal and asking to keep it?
awwww
Not this shit again: Sandor. Seriously yalls little cottage and farm is looking like a petting zoo and he's constantly grumbling about it but he's also not saying no ... ...
will literally deny you nothing even if you've got several little rescues already: Jorah, Grey Worm and Robb. tho Jorah actually thinks the animal is cute (even if it's an unusual one...), Robb is just worried Greywind will think some are food. Grey Worm is happy to go along with it and thinks your little rescue group is adorable.
surprise! they also found a cute critter: Sam and Gilly. They attract a lot of them, probably just as much as you.
confused bc they couldve bought you any animal you wanted but at least you're content: Roose, Tywin, Petyr, Tyrion, Margaery - The latter two especially love that compassionate side of you, even if it's a cute scruffy thing you found on the road. Roose and Tywin just ignore it, lol. Petyr is a bit put out because seriously, he can just buy you the most expensive bird from wherever, but if you want that ...
they sigh but let you keep the animal bc they like that compassionate side of you: Stannis, Yara, Daenerys, Edmure, Edd. Edd in particular not doing much about it even if your shared home is full of little rescues.
say "sure" and forget the animal exists until it wakes them up at midnight demanding attention: Victarion, Brynden
they think you ought to return the animal to where it came from but, well ... if you can't find the mother ... it really does look cute and kind of pitiful: Brienne, Ned and Jon ... ... Ned also being the one who still isn't sure about keeping it, but ends up letting it sit in his lap while he's trying to work. Brienne tries to do the "reasonable" thing and let it go to the woods but then it's sad eyes (and your's) are too much for her to resist. She has to pet it.
this idiot is jealous of the animal: Ramsay
yes.
I Want To Make Babies With Her - Tormund Giantsbane
Pairing: Tormund Giantsbane x Snow!reader, Jon Snow x twin!reader, Sandor Clegane/Beric Dondarrion/Thoros x reader (platonic)
Requested: Yes
Prompts: None
Warnings/notes: Cursing, mentions of sex and violence, changes in the timeline. I haven’t seen the old episodes in a long time so I had to change the request up a bit, hope it’s okay anyways! Also, I just wanted to tell you that English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any mistakes, and I also don’t edit them before I post them. I’m usually too tired and do it afterhand instead
Wordcount: 5569
Description: You’re Jon Snow’s twin sister and Tormund forms a strong attraction to you, and after a while, you feel yourself growing to like it.
The day you had reunited with your twin brother, you hadn’t seen him in years.
You had been with Robb during his reign in the North, fled the Red Wedding with your life barely intact, and unfortunately with the loss of you direwolf.
You were on your own for so long, before finally coming across the Brotherhood Without Banners, Beric and Thoros taking a liking to you almost instantly thanks to your unusually dirty mouth and sparky personality.
During your travels, you had eventually stumbled into the Hound, Arya and her friend Gendry.
With everything going down, you got separated with your sister and the other two once more, and hadn’t seen them since.
Until now.
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Elena
WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so
PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)
part 2
The cold wind still raged on, hitting the walls of Winterfell. Her room was one on the lower floors next to Jon's and Theon's rooms. The sunrays gently fell on her sleeping figure dragging her from her deep slumber. The fireplace was filled with ashes and the chill in her bones was reasonable. It might still be summer on the North, yet the occasional snow always drifted down from the dark grey clouds. A discreet knock pulled her out of her thoughts and Theon's irritated voice filled the room.
"If you are not in the courtyard in two minutes, I am ratting you out"
Like clock work the same words sounded the moment dawn greeted the North. It was a small routine they had formed two namedays ago. She covered herself in Robb's old furs, the ones he secretly gave to her and claimed he lost them. They had kept her warm for over six moon cycles, they had holes in several places and the edges were coming apart but it was her most prized possession. At first it smelled at him and she was always trying to bask in his scent, that was until Theon caught her smelling the neckline while wearing it and she wouldn't hear the end of it until she openly caught him staring longingly at Sansa.
Unfortunately, they were both in the same position, they wanted people they could never have, and only each other knew. They would drink together glasses of wine and they would stumble giggling around the castle. One time he had drunk so much that he composed atrocious poetry about the beauty of his lady Sansa and her copper hair and then about the Northern prince that fell in love with a girl that had mud brown hair adorned with streaks of silver grey and deep violet eyes that appeared dark blue in the right light. She knew that her appearance betrayed her ancestry the Targaryen blood that flowed in her Velaryon veins.
Her family had been brutally murdered, she had heard and read the tales of how her mother gave her life to protect her dark-haired girl and the bloody necklace that hugged her fathers throat. At the tender age of seven moon cycles her whole family had perished and she had been the only survivor. Ned Stark had found her in a bundle of fabrics crying her heart out and once he saw the sword that could have taken her head, he swore to protect her and take her in as his ward. She should have been grateful, she knew as much, he had given her everything, a warm house, plenty food, clothes and a loving family one she wasn't actually a part of and maybe that was the reason she was closer with Theon and Jon, the outsiders. It wasn't like she didn't like the Starks, she loved them to bits and yet she could never be one of them. She would be the squire under their Maesters care with her nose hidden in ancient books and scrolls, lost in maps and various languages and basic training as a healer. But her new passion was sword fighting. As a woman she had only been allowed to practice archery that she was quite good at and always betted with the boys around their performance.
And that was how Theon found himself at incredibly early hours with a wooden sword in his hand, frowning at drawings of fighting styles freezing his "balls" off. She had bested him at the fine art of combat at practically her fifth lesson in a few hits. She had a strategic mind and she was quick on her feet, the most perfect and most deadly combination that existed.
He pitted the man that would take her as his wife, because most men were incredibly controlling but there was no chance, she wouldn't get things her way. He was proof enough.
She had the three of them wrapped around her little finger from all those years back. She had grown up with them from when she was a babe, but at her seventh nameday her and the Maester left, since she was his squire, she had to follow him, he had taken her under his wing, she had practically been his daughter, the one he never had. At that day and several later they had cried so much that even Lady Stark was regretting her decision, she liked the girl enough, she had the tendency to wreak havoc and get lost in her books a bit too much, neglecting her chores and her lessons at needlepoint half the time, but she made her kids happy and she was too smart and witty for her own good that it was impossible not to have a sweet spot for the orphaned girl. She had been overjoyed when she learned about her return nine namedays afterwards. Her son, her calm and collected Robb was shuffling at his feet, nudging rocks around and toying with the hem of his cloak, the bastard and the Greyjoy ward were portraying similar behaviors and she had to control herself not to laugh at their antics.
Ned had pushed his son forth, claiming that it was around time he greeted their guests, he shot him a glare and his parented watched him as he wiped down his palms at his breeches and headed towards the carriage, his hand shook as he lightly grazed the handle and pulled the door open while staring into place, not ready to accept that his best friend might have changed. He was frozen in his place as a girl wearing a dark blue dress and heeled leather boots stood before him. She tilted her head to the right and only then did he notice her hair.
A knot at the back of her head that was a swirl of chocolate brown and silver white strands that framed her face beautifully. Her violet eyes hid a familiar mischief that he had dearly missed. She nodded at him, before facing his father and dropping into an elegant curtesy. It was as if he was on a trance, unable to tear his eyes from her form. It wasn't until he heard her voice, she was speaking in a language he didn't understand, yet he could recognize the bite on her tone. His father wore an amused smile as he answered her back. He would learn at the evening feast what had caused such reactions, the news almost swept him from his feet, his whole existence reduced to one word. Betrothed. Ever since then it was like they were walking on eggshells around her. All three of them longed for their missing link.
It wasn't until a few days latter when they invited her on a hunt that they could glimpse on what they were. They had found a boar and his in bushes only to lose their horses in the process. They had been walking for hours and all it took was an ill-fated joke from Jon.
"No. I do not love you. Of course I lied to you. Yes, it does make you look fat. No, I have never been in the Riverlands. It is pronounced Eyrie. And all of this pales to utter insignificance if we are to let ourselves be food for the hounds."
They had all been tired and snappy, making comments left and right and picking fun at her the way they used to. They had been waiting quite impatiently for her to snap back and the moment she did, loud laughter echoed in the woods. And just like that everything was back to the way it used to be.
Ever since then life seemed dreamy to Robb, he had his friends and his family all getting along and everything seemed perfect. But reality hit him hard each night knowing that the girl he fostered feelings for was promised to another.
WARNINGS: reader is a Velaryon with some Targaryen features but not an OC, this is just some story building there will be other parts. I just finished the books and I am obsessed with GOT wither way I was bored and this is the result so beware ... I think that's it. Also Theon is a pookie in this fic because I said so
PAIRING: fem!reader x Robb Stark (romantically), fem!reader x Jon Snow (platonically), fem!reader x Theon Greyjoy (platonically)
part 1
The King arrived at gloomy day, filled with dark grey clouds and thundering skies. An alliance was to happen by wedding, the heir of the Iron Throne, a snotty kid that as too proud and too arrogant was to wed his Sansa. Theon was a bundle of nerves and restless energy as he stood beside his Velaryon friend and puffed up his chest as Jon did to hide her from the eyes of the King. He was silently seething with anger and the only thing that lifted his mood was the jabs that she and Jon made about the royal family. Yet their tries to protect her were to no avail, as the Kings beady eyes focused on her. Really, she wasn't trying to go unnoticed, she had worn a bright red dress with black detailing, Targaryen colors and starred at him in the eyes smirking tauntingly. Robb was bitting his tongue to withheld a comment for her bold attitude and Lady Catelyn's eyes held an immense disapproval, the only one that enjoyed her antics was Ned that had chuckled when he had first seen her in the dress and he said that she should do something to make the silver in her hair more prominent.
Her undefined gaze was going to be haunting him until his last days. The babe he had tried to kill was staring back at him. He had been shocked to the core and the boys at her side to visibly restrain themselves from grabbing her, placing her somewhere away from him. It was too much.
At the dinner feast they hadn't been allowed to sit at their usual places, not fit to dine with the royals, yet they seemed to be having a blast, as Theon was a beetroot red and Jon was gaping at him like a fish and she had been laughing uncontrollably.
"That cannot possibly be true." Jon's exasperated voice whispered as he finally connected the dots. And she was singing under her breath "Theon and Sansa walking in the woods K I S S I N G." Eventually what had done it was a broken wineglass in Theon's hand as he watched the snotty kid stroke Sansa's hair.
"As if you are any better. Laughing at my face you prick. 'Oh, he is just so handsome, I want to have his babies."
"I never said that." She weakly defended herself.
"What? Who -?"
"Little miss perfect over here is head over heels for your brother."
"WHAT?" Jon's voice echoed in the room and he hastily apologized before gapping at her, as she cursed them both and asked them to be quiet. "That can't be true." With one look he could tell. "It is? Oh, seven hells, why are you both like this."
"It's the eyes alright?" They both claimed at the same time and then proceeded to glare at the other, practically promising bloody murder.
"Wait... is that why when you barged in like a bull while we were shaving you went bright red?"
"No" she answered with a small voice as Theon hissed "At least I kept up my part of the deal."
"What deal?" Jon question and regretted it immediately as they both exclaimed "nothing" with one voice.
"Well, at least I hide it better than you."
"As if! You are practically ogling him right now. I have finesse, whereas you are like a creepy maid."
"I didn't notice if it makes you feel better."
"Thank you, brother." Theon said appreciatingly as she muttered under her breath "You wouldn't notice a flying dragon over your head also." Small pieces of bread land on her as they attacked her and booed her comment. Her laughter quiet as she yielded.
"I will have you know. I notice a lot of things. Like did you know that Arya's maid is sleeping with a stableboy."
"Yeah. For years."
"Those are old news Snow."
"Bullshit. You are lying the lot of you."
"Oh, my dear gentle innocent Jon. Who do you think introduced them?" Theon said in a mimic of a seductive voice. "Sir Lover."
"Is that supposed to be you?"
"Obviously."
"Ha, Sir can't keep-it-in-his-pants more like."
"Or Sir too-lovestruck."
"Tease me all you like, my sweet haters. But I shall win my girl."
"Keep dreaming Greyjoy."
As long as she's comfortable.
Cregan Stark x reader
SMUT
18+ bruh
Summary: Cregan helps the reader overcome her guilt of needing to please him at all times.
Warnings: Dom!Cregan, p in v, fingering, turns non-con for a moment, idk this is slutty as hell
A/n: This is based on an ask! and this.
Masterlist
ADULT ACTIVITIES UNDER THE CUT GUYS
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She buried her face in Cregan's neck as she let out a low groan.
His fingers had been buried inside her longer than she wanted them to be.
But he had to guarantee she was ready for him.
The Lord and Lady of Winterfell had been married a couple months now, and they were as deeply in love as they were on their wedding.
"Cregan…" she whispered in his neck.
He let out a low groan, "I know, I know."
He pulled his hand from her with a grin, "Sit up."
Her brows furrow, "Wh… Cregan…?"
"I know." He twists an arm around her back to help her sit up, "It's a bit different. But, do trust me."
She nodded and pulled herself up as he had asked.
"Now, on your knees, back to me."
"But then I cannot see you."
He lets out a light chuckle, "Trust me. You'll still feel me all the same."
Confused, she pushes herself to her knees, turning around and looking over her shoulder at him, "And what now?"
"Up onto your knees completely, now."
"Up? Onto…" She pulled her body up onto her knees on the furs.
He let out a coo of praise, "Good. Like that. Elbows on the bed."
"No. Cregan, what…?"
His hand came from behind her to the side of her hip, "Elbows down, pretty."
"I'll feel ridiculous."
He pushed himself up onto his knees, pulling her against his chest, "Have I ever made you feel that way?"
"Well, no-"
"-Then why would I now?" His hand moved from her waist to her stomach and she felt that familiar feeling return to her core as his hand trailed lower.
She let out a soft groan and moved her hands to the bed, lowering her elbows down to the bed.
Cregan let out a sinful groan as he leaned back to look at her now, "Fuck."
His hands now wandering to her arse in front of him, chuckling when she let out a small squeak.
One hand dipped lower, entering a finger into her once more.
A soft breath escaped her and she shifted on her arms.
"Feels different this way, doesn't it?" Cregan cooed.
She let out a shaky nod, "So… so good, Cregan."
He pulled his hand from her. He took her hips in his hands and began to line himself up with her, "Just like usual, pretty. Easy does it."
As he slowly moved into her, she let out an immediate moan. The stretch burned like it always did but at a new angle.
Cregan groaned not long after her, bottoming out quickly, his tailbone meeting the back of hers.
She could feel his breath in her hair. His voice was low and hushed now that was near her ear, "You alright?"
Her eyes closed for a moment and she hummed, "yeah… you can… please…"
A soft kiss was placed as the back of her ear before he began to move.
A sharp intake of breath and her mouth was left agape and the new angle he stretched in her.
Cregan's eyes screwed shut, savoring the slow rhythm he set.
"Cr… please… please faster…"
He began to move faster, their moans drowning out the sound of his hips thrusting against hers.
Cregan pulls his torso away from her to hold her hips steady and properly thrust into her.
She let out a downright scream at it.
"Gods, this is…" Cregan paused, "This is per… You are perfect."
"Don't stop… Don't-"
"I'm not stopping until we're done," he growled.
The moans filled the large chamber of Winterfell, not caring if the servant and staff heard a word of it.
They were newly-weds. The entire castle had heard the two of them at some point.
Cregan couldn't even name every surface they had fucked on.
There was a point in it every time that Cregan grew rather primal, eagerly chasing his high once it felt manageable.
He was there as of now.
He grunted as his thrusts quickened.
The quickening had lost her.
Her head snapped up to look at the headboard.
"So good. So good." He groaned.
Her brows pinched together, now noting the uncomfortable feeling. The sweat that gleamed on her forehead and and clammy feeling of skin on skin.
"Doing alright, pretty?" He asked in a pant.
She grunted and nodded, staring at the headboard of their bed.
She can't tell him.
His movements continue and she bares them, taking them each thrust at a time.
Her arms were growing tired, her knees aching.
Her mother, when she had her down to tell her of marital acts, told her never to make demands of a man in bed. To be a wife is to be willing to take what he gives you willingly.
Giving Cregan whatever he wanted was not a hard task.
It shouldn't be a hard task.
A moan came from him, "Gods, pretty, I'm close."
She quietly thanked the gods.
He leaned up against her back, reaching forward and running his hand down her arm. His fingers brushed the back of her hand, and when they reached her fingers, he interlocked them, grabbing at the furs underneath them.
The hands are directly below her head, and she rests her forehead on them.
Her breathing is staggered as she tries to collect herself.
His hips buck roughly once, and she lets out a hiccup.
The tipping point.
Cregan feels a single tear drip onto his hand.
His hips come to a stop. "Wait."
She sniffles against his hand, "No, no. Keep going."
He lets out a disapproving hum, "C'mere. Let me see you."
When he tries to pull his hand from hers, her other hand tries to grip it. She lays desperate kisses on the top of his hand, "It's fine. Please."
He grunts, pulling himself from her to sit back on his legs with a concerned gaze.
She lays unmoving, as if waiting for a punishment of sorts.
"I said c'mere, lovely."
She looks down at her hands which now begin to shake.
One of his hands moved to her hip, pushing and knocking her onto her side before he crawled onto her and trapped her on her bed.
Her eyes were red and puffy with unshed tears.
"Why are you upset?" He asked in concern.
"I'm not," she lied. "These are… these are good tears."
His hand moved her up to caress her cheek, rubbing a thumb over the skin as he searched in her eyes, "These are not the same tears."
"No, it's-"
"-If you did not enjoy it, why did you not tell me?" He said with a furrowed brow.
"I did!" She whined. "Well… I was."
A silence filled them before he sighed and nodded his head, "But I got carried away."
She shook her head, "No, no." She reached out and pulled her face to him, "You should keep going." She connected her lips with his desperately.
He let out an angered groan as he pulled himself away from her, sitting up and further from her with an offended gaze, "How dare you!"
She sat up with him. Her hand reached to the furs, beginning to pull them up to cover her breasts, "You were so close, and we can still-"
"NO!" He yelled.
She gasped sharply and flinched as more hot tears came to her eyes, "I don't understand."
"Why ever would you…?" He stood from the bed in anger and began to redress. "Why would you ever let me do that to you?"
"I am trying to be a good wife!" She yelled.
"I am trying to be a good husband!" He yelled back in the same manner.
The room went quiet, save for the sounds of her sobs echoing off the walls.
They were driving him crazy.
He continued dressing, now in his trousers. He bit his lip with a sigh. His voice softened, "Did you… Did you enjoy it at all?"
"I did." She sniffled, "I did… at the beginning."
"I am not mad at you for not liking it." He finally said.
"Then why… why are you yelling at me?"
His anger flared up again, "Because you…" He forced himself to take a deep breath and speak again with a softer and lower tone, "I do not understand your reasoning for trying to continue even after you found no pleasure."
Her brows furrowed and her mouth opened and closed a few times trying to find the right words, "Pleasure is not… what I'm… for."
His head cocked to the side as he neared the bed, "I'm sorry?"
"No, that is not right." She looked up in thought. "I am here.. to please you. And that is all."
He wanted to scoff. He wanted to laugh, even. What a stupid thought. But he kept an even head and sat on the bed, facing her, "Do you truly believe that?"
She wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and she nodded.
Cregan couldn't stop the long sigh that escaped him. He wasn't actually expecting this answer. He ran a hand over the bottom half of his face.
The silence became all consuming.
Finally, his voice was softer than she'd ever heard it.
"How horrible of a man would I be if every time I looked at my child, I remembered the time I impregnated my wife while she sat in tears?"
His eyes trailed up slowly to meet hers, a hollow look in his eyes.
She couldn't will herself to even open her mouth at that.
His hand slowly reached out to hers, squeezing it. "If you lose pleasure while we are intimate, you must tell me."
She shook her head in confusion, "I… I don't understand."
His voice grew gruffer, "Who told you that you couldn't tell me? What ever gave you that impression?"
"Well, it's not-"
"Have I ever denied a wish from you?"
"Well, no-"
He leaned in closer, "Have I ever been angered about something that you want?"
"No-"
"Do you not trust me?"
"Cregan, I do-"
"Then where did this come from?"
Their faces close now, she could study ever freckle on his face. She didn't want to tell him. She really didn't.
He raised his brows, "Well?"
"My mother."
An immediate sigh escaped him again, "Ah."
She bit her cheek, still waiting for a punishment of some sort.
He leaned the rest of the way and kissed her cheek, "How about a bath?"
"A bath?" She asked in confusion.
"We should clean ourselves. I want to bathe with you." He leans down to catch her eyes with his, "Is that alright?"
She couldn't help the small smile that rose to her lips, "Yes. That… that sounds nice."
…
She felt herself completely relaxed against Cregan's chest in the tub, the water warm and calming.
His fingers traced patters on her forearm softly.
"Forgive me," he finally whispered.
She hummed, "Why?"
"I did not even noticed you were not comfortable. Too lost in myself. I vow to be more giving to you-"
"You are very giving to me, Cregan, I promise."
"Let me earn your trust back."
She let out a soft chuckle against him, "Fine. Fine, yes. Yes, you may."
A chuckle came from his chest. "Thank you."
Another soft silence.
"I do not want you to listen to you mum anymore." Cregan spoke out to the silence. "What she said was wrong. And I'm quite ashamed that you even believe it. As if I would do such a thing to you."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"Listen to me now," he hummed against her ear. "You can tell me what you want. When to stop. Where to move. Yes, I want heirs. But not over your own pleasure." His voice lowered, "If you told me in this moment to never touch you again, I would respect it. Heir or no heir, you're my wife. I do not care for the rest of things even remotely as much."
A grin tugged at her lips and her hand dipped under the water to find his hand, "I can tell you anything?"
He followed her train of thought and chuckled, a husky tone coming to his voice in her ear, "I'll do whatever you want me to do." His grin grew, "How about tonight… I do anything you want?"
Her eyes lit up, "Anything I want?"
He kissed the back of her ear gently, "Anything."
A giggle erupted from her lips and she turned herself around in the tub to look at him, "Get up, then."
His eyebrows shot up, "Now?"
She leaned to him, kissing him softly, "Now. I have much in mind."
Cregan found himself turned on suddenly by this demanding girl that had taken over his wife.
And he wouldn't complain one bit.
As long as she's comfortable.
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Tag: @snowsilverlining
Ocean Eyes (Brienne of Tarth x Female!reader)
Snow... Snow was eveywhere, it made you think of what is to come and what was. but mostly about those ocean eyes, that has seen so much death.
You have known brienne for sometime now, having traveled with her for sometime together with the sweet boy pod. You talked for so long togehter, pob even helping you swordfight. You have learned much from him, what you heard from brienne herself he grew so much over the couple of years.
Sitting by the red tree, at least that is how you called it, looking at the frozen pond as snow began to pile up on your head. You have been sitting there for a while now, thinking, your hands red and nose red as well. The cold slowly getting to you, the big fur cape helping you keep warm.
Slowly looking up snow still falling, your breath being seen in this cold weather. "(Name)?" A soft whisper called your name out in the cold air, the snow crunching underneed thier footsteps. "Hello Tyrion." Slowly you lowered your head to the man standing at the other side of the pond. "What is it that you need, my lord?"
You where not in for a long talk, you just want to go back to thinking in your head. "What is on your mind? You seem to be back here almost everyday. It worries me." A small smile came to your face, you sometimes forget that he was such a good friend of yours. "I have been thinking, with the fight coming up, what I want to do before I may die..." "(Name)! Do not say that! You will come out of this in one piece!"
You chuckled shacking your head, as you stood up, brushing the snow from your legs. "You don't know that Tyrion, I'm not that good with a sword. I'm great with bow and arrow, but that's it, but that will not help me if I run out of arrows." You walked around the pond to his side, a small sad smile on your lips. "Lets get you inside, your lips are blue." Tyrion took your hand, softly pulling you back to the towers. "(Name), promise me you fight to life and not just to fight."
You stopped walking, your hand falling out of his, stairing out infrond of you. That made your really think for what you where fighting for, what made you want to survive that night. There they where again, those ocean eyes making your mind swim with the adoration for her. "Brienne..." "What?"
Looking down at Tyrion, he looked straight back at you. "I fight to surive the night so I can see Brienne again." A small smile came to Tyrions lips as he grab your hand once again walking of to the towers, as the ocean eyes keep hunting your mind.
Once inside, Tyrion left your to your thoughts once more. Slowly you warmed up again, as you keep on stairing into the flames, trying to figure out your mind. Once warmed up, you put your cloak back on and went outside once more. Walking over the wall you looked down at the training grounds. Men where fighting one and other, you should be down there training but knowing yourself, you would space out and get hit by a sword.
It made you chuckle, as you looked on as people trained. Then there where they again, those ocean eyes talking to Jaime. Brienne was talking to Jaime, one of the best swordsmen in the army they have. You didn't feel jelous you felt happy, you where happy that they where getting along for once. A song sprang to your head as Brienne looked up at you. A small smile pulled at her lips, making you smile back.
Once she looked away, you shoftly begin to sing. "I've been watchin' you for some time. Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes. Burning cities and napalm skies. Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes.... Your ocean eyes." Your voice rang through the air, to soft to be heard by brienne and the other soldiers but for those on the wall, who was no one, could hear it.
"(Name)?" Tyrion came to check up on you but saw you where gone again. "I can't leave t-" Looking out of the window seeing you ontop of the wall looking over it, seeming to talk to yourself. As you looked up at the sky, a softly laugh left your lips. It was more of a sad one, then a happy one it was even proven so as a tear left your eye. "No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you give me those ocean eyes. I'm scared. I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes. Those ocean eyes."
Trailing alone the wall, not looking back at brienne as you sigh, wipping away your tear. Sansa and Daenerys walked outside, Jon snow soon following after them. When Daenerys looked up and see her friend walking over the wall seeing you wipe away your tear. Worry took over but seeing Tyrion walk up to you a bit of her worry fade away.
"(Name)?! Why can't I leave you alone for two seconds?!" Hearing your sad chuckle, made him look up in your eyes. "I've been walking through a world gone blind. Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind. Careful creature made friends with time. You left her lonely with a diamond mind. And those ocean eyes." Her soft song made him realise what she was singing about. "(Name) go talk to her, you need to tell her. T-"
"I can't! It will not tell her, it will only weigh her down. And it seems she likes sir' Jaime look at her." A grin came to your face, you turned to look over the wall again looking at the training ground. Tyrion softly sigh taking hold of your hand rubbing the back of your hand, softly asking to continue the song.
"No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you give me those ocean eyes. I'm scared.I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes. Those ocean eyes." Not being able to look at Brienne, your ripped your hand out of Tyrions and rushed of to somewhere els. "Dammit (Name)!" Hearing your name being called in to the cold air made Brienne look up at the wall seeing you dissapear out of sight.
The door slammed shut, as you stood infrond of the fire, crying into one of your hands. Those ocean eyes made you think of them maybe falling shut forever this coming fight. Not seeing them again, not seeing the spark of joy in them, or even sadness. It made you sick, sick to think about not seeing her again, alive and well. You just didn't know what to do anymore.
Brienne made her way up the stairs as she saw Tyrion standing there, worry in his eyes as he looked around for you. "My lord, what happend? Where is (Name)?" A small growl left his lips, running his gloved hand through his hair. "We where talking about something, she got angry and rushed off. I'm trying to find her." "What where you talking about?" Silents hang in the air for a few seconds, unsure if he should be trueful. "You... We where talking about you." Her brows frown, unsure if she heard him right. "Pardon me? You where talking about me?"
Slowly you stopped crying, as you has your cheeks began to hurt as did your eyes. You felt like a child, crying over your stupid feelings. "I'm such a child." Looking over to the window, you sigh running a hand through your hair, letting it fall in your face. "I fight for you tonight, Brienne of Tarth. For I love you, and i will till I die." You whispered into the empty room, still seeing your own breath leave your mouth.
Tyrion and Brienne where looking around for you as they bump into Sansa, Daenerys and Jon. "My lady's, my lord, have you seen (Name)?" Sansa nob, a frown on her face. "Yes why?" "(Name) ran of. I may have made them angry or something." "I saw (Name) run of to the more far of rooms. Let us join, I'm worried for my friend." Deanerys said, already beginning to lead them to where she saw you last.
"Why where you two talking about me?" "(Name) loves you." Brienne stopped walking, shock run through her body. "Me? A beast like me? A woman like me?" Tyrion sigh, shacking his head. "(Name) doesn't care about how you look, she cares for you because despite every man or woman trying to bring you down, you still continue to be yourself. You're stand fast, you fight for the once you are loyal to. And that is what (name) loves about you." Brienne frown as she quickly walked of to find you, she needed to talk to you, she want to hear it from you. Those words that Tyrion said, she hoped they where true, she didn't believe them unless she hears them from you.
Moving over to the window, you look out over the sky as the last part of the song sprang to your head. "Why not..." You took a deep breath slowly sing the last part. "No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you give me those ocean eyes." Your voice seem to be so loud in Briennes ears when she heard it, your voice brought a heavy feel to it. "I found them." Deanerys softly whispered, as she slightly opened the door. There you where stairing out of the window, softly singing the last part of the song.
Deanerys pulled brienne to the door opening it more, But brienne stopped her. "What do you think your doing, your grace?" "You need to talk to (Name), tell them at least something." Slowly brienne entered the room as you kept on singing. "I'm scared. I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes." Slowly turning around you saw those ocean eyes staring back into your own (c/e) eyes, your eyes widen. Stepping back you whispered out the last line of the song. "Those ocean eyes." It was silent for a few seconds, none moved or said anything.
Brienne took a step to you but you quickly stepped back. "Can we talk, (Name)? I heard from sir' Tyrion, that you had feelings for me." Your eyes widen, looking over at the door seeing Tyrion looking at you with an apologetic look. With out saying anything, you turned and stormed out. "(Name)!" You didn't listen you wanted out of there, you thoughed you could trust Tyrion, but it seems like you couldn't.
Hearing her footsteps run after you, you turned a corner trying to run faster. But a hand wrap around your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Please, (Name) listen to me, are the words sir Tyrion told me true?" Looking up at her, you saw the doubt swim in her eyes, she was so insecure about herself but hearing those words from Tyrion, made her hope. "I don't know what he told you b-"
"He-he told me you... you see me as me. That you don't care about how I look. You care for me because I'm stand fast and that I-I-I.." Softly you placed your hand ontop of hers that was still holding on to your arm. "I love you for you, not for your looks, even if you are so beautiful in my eyes, I love you because your a strong woman who does what she has to do and what she wants to do. I-I-I... I love you because I love all of you!"
Tears fell from your eyes as you looked up at her, scared you may have scared her with your words. But surprise arose to your mind when tears appeared in Brienne eyes, as they fell on top of your cheeks as she was towering over you. Her hand fell from your arm as your hand fell to your side. "I-I-I'm sorry! I should have just kept m-" Briennes lips crashed into yours slightly pushing you back into the wall, you quickly kissed back, her lips felt so soft against yours. Quickly standing on your tiptoes trying to make it easy for her, still brienne had to hang over you.
Softly pulling away from one another, both of you being sort on breath, as you stared in the other ones eyes. "I love you." Brienne whispered back to you, her breathing still short but fast. "I have for a while, but you always seem to drift off in your head. So disconnected from the world that you seem to not care for anyone in the world." Shacking your head you wrap your arms around her midsection, the armor may be uncomfortable but you didn't care. This moment seems to be fake, a dream to be popped at any moment.
"I'm an airhead, but I do care for a lot of poeple, I may not show it much but I do. I'm just scared to get hurt and have my feeling made fun of." That made Brienne kiss you again, making you realize this was not dream, she was here in front of you, kissing you, pressing you up against a wall. Brienne pulled back, a small smile on her lips that reached her eyes, she looked so beautiful like this in the dim light. "Don't worry, i would never hurt you, nor your feelings. I love you, (full name)." Smiling up at her, throwing your arms around her shoulders as you stood on your tiptoes.
"And I you, Brienne of Tarth. and I you..." You whispered back.
Ocean Eyes (Brienne of Tarth x Female!reader)
Snow... Snow was eveywhere, it made you think of what is to come and what was. but mostly about those ocean eyes, that has seen so much death.
You have known brienne for sometime now, having traveled with her for sometime together with the sweet boy pod. You talked for so long togehter, pob even helping you swordfight. You have learned much from him, what you heard from brienne herself he grew so much over the couple of years.
Sitting by the red tree, at least that is how you called it, looking at the frozen pond as snow began to pile up on your head. You have been sitting there for a while now, thinking, your hands red and nose red as well. The cold slowly getting to you, the big fur cape helping you keep warm.
Slowly looking up snow still falling, your breath being seen in this cold weather. "(Name)?" A soft whisper called your name out in the cold air, the snow crunching underneed thier footsteps. "Hello Tyrion." Slowly you lowered your head to the man standing at the other side of the pond. "What is it that you need, my lord?"
You where not in for a long talk, you just want to go back to thinking in your head. "What is on your mind? You seem to be back here almost everyday. It worries me." A small smile came to your face, you sometimes forget that he was such a good friend of yours. "I have been thinking, with the fight coming up, what I want to do before I may die..." "(Name)! Do not say that! You will come out of this in one piece!"
You chuckled shacking your head, as you stood up, brushing the snow from your legs. "You don't know that Tyrion, I'm not that good with a sword. I'm great with bow and arrow, but that's it, but that will not help me if I run out of arrows." You walked around the pond to his side, a small sad smile on your lips. "Lets get you inside, your lips are blue." Tyrion took your hand, softly pulling you back to the towers. "(Name), promise me you fight to life and not just to fight."
You stopped walking, your hand falling out of his, stairing out infrond of you. That made your really think for what you where fighting for, what made you want to survive that night. There they where again, those ocean eyes making your mind swim with the adoration for her. "Brienne..." "What?"
Looking down at Tyrion, he looked straight back at you. "I fight to surive the night so I can see Brienne again." A small smile came to Tyrions lips as he grab your hand once again walking of to the towers, as the ocean eyes keep hunting your mind.
Once inside, Tyrion left your to your thoughts once more. Slowly you warmed up again, as you keep on stairing into the flames, trying to figure out your mind. Once warmed up, you put your cloak back on and went outside once more. Walking over the wall you looked down at the training grounds. Men where fighting one and other, you should be down there training but knowing yourself, you would space out and get hit by a sword.
It made you chuckle, as you looked on as people trained. Then there where they again, those ocean eyes talking to Jaime. Brienne was talking to Jaime, one of the best swordsmen in the army they have. You didn't feel jelous you felt happy, you where happy that they where getting along for once. A song sprang to your head as Brienne looked up at you. A small smile pulled at her lips, making you smile back.
Once she looked away, you shoftly begin to sing. "I've been watchin' you for some time. Can't stop staring at those ocean eyes. Burning cities and napalm skies. Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes.... Your ocean eyes." Your voice rang through the air, to soft to be heard by brienne and the other soldiers but for those on the wall, who was no one, could hear it.
"(Name)?" Tyrion came to check up on you but saw you where gone again. "I can't leave t-" Looking out of the window seeing you ontop of the wall looking over it, seeming to talk to yourself. As you looked up at the sky, a softly laugh left your lips. It was more of a sad one, then a happy one it was even proven so as a tear left your eye. "No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you give me those ocean eyes. I'm scared. I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes. Those ocean eyes."
Trailing alone the wall, not looking back at brienne as you sigh, wipping away your tear. Sansa and Daenerys walked outside, Jon snow soon following after them. When Daenerys looked up and see her friend walking over the wall seeing you wipe away your tear. Worry took over but seeing Tyrion walk up to you a bit of her worry fade away.
"(Name)?! Why can't I leave you alone for two seconds?!" Hearing your sad chuckle, made him look up in your eyes. "I've been walking through a world gone blind. Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind. Careful creature made friends with time. You left her lonely with a diamond mind. And those ocean eyes." Her soft song made him realise what she was singing about. "(Name) go talk to her, you need to tell her. T-"
"I can't! It will not tell her, it will only weigh her down. And it seems she likes sir' Jaime look at her." A grin came to your face, you turned to look over the wall again looking at the training ground. Tyrion softly sigh taking hold of your hand rubbing the back of your hand, softly asking to continue the song.
"No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you give me those ocean eyes. I'm scared.I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes. Those ocean eyes." Not being able to look at Brienne, your ripped your hand out of Tyrions and rushed of to somewhere els. "Dammit (Name)!" Hearing your name being called in to the cold air made Brienne look up at the wall seeing you dissapear out of sight.
The door slammed shut, as you stood infrond of the fire, crying into one of your hands. Those ocean eyes made you think of them maybe falling shut forever this coming fight. Not seeing them again, not seeing the spark of joy in them, or even sadness. It made you sick, sick to think about not seeing her again, alive and well. You just didn't know what to do anymore.
Brienne made her way up the stairs as she saw Tyrion standing there, worry in his eyes as he looked around for you. "My lord, what happend? Where is (Name)?" A small growl left his lips, running his gloved hand through his hair. "We where talking about something, she got angry and rushed off. I'm trying to find her." "What where you talking about?" Silents hang in the air for a few seconds, unsure if he should be trueful. "You... We where talking about you." Her brows frown, unsure if she heard him right. "Pardon me? You where talking about me?"
Slowly you stopped crying, as you has your cheeks began to hurt as did your eyes. You felt like a child, crying over your stupid feelings. "I'm such a child." Looking over to the window, you sigh running a hand through your hair, letting it fall in your face. "I fight for you tonight, Brienne of Tarth. For I love you, and i will till I die." You whispered into the empty room, still seeing your own breath leave your mouth.
Tyrion and Brienne where looking around for you as they bump into Sansa, Daenerys and Jon. "My lady's, my lord, have you seen (Name)?" Sansa nob, a frown on her face. "Yes why?" "(Name) ran of. I may have made them angry or something." "I saw (Name) run of to the more far of rooms. Let us join, I'm worried for my friend." Deanerys said, already beginning to lead them to where she saw you last.
"Why where you two talking about me?" "(Name) loves you." Brienne stopped walking, shock run through her body. "Me? A beast like me? A woman like me?" Tyrion sigh, shacking his head. "(Name) doesn't care about how you look, she cares for you because despite every man or woman trying to bring you down, you still continue to be yourself. You're stand fast, you fight for the once you are loyal to. And that is what (name) loves about you." Brienne frown as she quickly walked of to find you, she needed to talk to you, she want to hear it from you. Those words that Tyrion said, she hoped they where true, she didn't believe them unless she hears them from you.
Moving over to the window, you look out over the sky as the last part of the song sprang to your head. "Why not..." You took a deep breath slowly sing the last part. "No fair. You really know how to make me cry. When you give me those ocean eyes." Your voice seem to be so loud in Briennes ears when she heard it, your voice brought a heavy feel to it. "I found them." Deanerys softly whispered, as she slightly opened the door. There you where stairing out of the window, softly singing the last part of the song.
Deanerys pulled brienne to the door opening it more, But brienne stopped her. "What do you think your doing, your grace?" "You need to talk to (Name), tell them at least something." Slowly brienne entered the room as you kept on singing. "I'm scared. I've never fallen from quite this high. Falling into your ocean eyes." Slowly turning around you saw those ocean eyes staring back into your own (c/e) eyes, your eyes widen. Stepping back you whispered out the last line of the song. "Those ocean eyes." It was silent for a few seconds, none moved or said anything.
Brienne took a step to you but you quickly stepped back. "Can we talk, (Name)? I heard from sir' Tyrion, that you had feelings for me." Your eyes widen, looking over at the door seeing Tyrion looking at you with an apologetic look. With out saying anything, you turned and stormed out. "(Name)!" You didn't listen you wanted out of there, you thoughed you could trust Tyrion, but it seems like you couldn't.
Hearing her footsteps run after you, you turned a corner trying to run faster. But a hand wrap around your arm, stopping you in your tracks. "Please, (Name) listen to me, are the words sir Tyrion told me true?" Looking up at her, you saw the doubt swim in her eyes, she was so insecure about herself but hearing those words from Tyrion, made her hope. "I don't know what he told you b-"
"He-he told me you... you see me as me. That you don't care about how I look. You care for me because I'm stand fast and that I-I-I.." Softly you placed your hand ontop of hers that was still holding on to your arm. "I love you for you, not for your looks, even if you are so beautiful in my eyes, I love you because your a strong woman who does what she has to do and what she wants to do. I-I-I... I love you because I love all of you!"
Tears fell from your eyes as you looked up at her, scared you may have scared her with your words. But surprise arose to your mind when tears appeared in Brienne eyes, as they fell on top of your cheeks as she was towering over you. Her hand fell from your arm as your hand fell to your side. "I-I-I'm sorry! I should have just kept m-" Briennes lips crashed into yours slightly pushing you back into the wall, you quickly kissed back, her lips felt so soft against yours. Quickly standing on your tiptoes trying to make it easy for her, still brienne had to hang over you.
Softly pulling away from one another, both of you being sort on breath, as you stared in the other ones eyes. "I love you." Brienne whispered back to you, her breathing still short but fast. "I have for a while, but you always seem to drift off in your head. So disconnected from the world that you seem to not care for anyone in the world." Shacking your head you wrap your arms around her midsection, the armor may be uncomfortable but you didn't care. This moment seems to be fake, a dream to be popped at any moment.
"I'm an airhead, but I do care for a lot of poeple, I may not show it much but I do. I'm just scared to get hurt and have my feeling made fun of." That made Brienne kiss you again, making you realize this was not dream, she was here in front of you, kissing you, pressing you up against a wall. Brienne pulled back, a small smile on her lips that reached her eyes, she looked so beautiful like this in the dim light. "Don't worry, i would never hurt you, nor your feelings. I love you, (full name)." Smiling up at her, throwing your arms around her shoulders as you stood on your tiptoes.
"And I you, Brienne of Tarth. and I you..." You whispered back.
YOU CANT EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED ☆ JOFFREY BARATHEON
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Warnings: joffrey obviously, swearing, mentions of murder and war, mentions of incest.
Summary: being joffrey baratheons cupbearer as the last targaryen in Kings landing was bound to be eventful, just not in the way that pleases you. Until...
Notes: reader is FEMALE also to fit in with the context of this fic, joffrey is around 17-18 and the reader is 19 ish making her 6 years younger than viserys and 4 years older than daenerys in season 1
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Being born a targaryen was like a game of Russian roulette. You were either blessed with great kindness and gentleness or cursed with madness and cruelty. In your case, it had been the former thankfully.
According to the maesters and other occupants of Kings landing you had been the most peaceful of the three targaryen babies to have been born of aerys II, the mad king. You had never cried or wailed or screamed, only smiled and attempted to befriend any lord, lady, knight or servant who came to cross your path.
But when the rebellion came and your father was dethroned and executed by jaime lannister your life had been flipped. Your brother rhaegar was dead along with all of his children, your other brother viserys and your mother, pregnant with another targaryen had fled, leaving you.
You didn't know why. You were still only a child of 3. No one else seemed to know either. So, Robert baratheon, the new king of the seven Kingdoms, decided to keep you. You were to be raised in Kings landing by a nurse and tywin lannister, having worked on your father's council before his death, made sure that you were educated properly.
By the time you had turned ten years of age, it was almost that your taragryen lineage had been forgotten, except for the obvious snowy hair and violet eyes. But no one that actually mattered seemed to pay attention to it any more.
You had grown close to cersei lannister in your teenage years, despite her being almost twenty years older than yourself. She was nice to you and as you grew, so did her eldest son, Prince joffrey. And then her others, princess myrcella and Prince tommen.
You were a bright girl, smart and kind. You had even been known to summon a smile from the Knight commonly referred to as the hound, sandor clegane. However, you had very little friends and were often seen wandering around or sitting by the flowers in the gardens, staring out into the sea or the city below.
By the time you had turned ten and seven you were truly a sight to behold, having inherited the targaryen beauty of your ancestors. But, as the small council came to realise that marrying off the only targaryen in westeros to a rich or powerful lord may not have been the most amazing idea, the king decided to appoint you as joffreys cupbearer.
You were good for the job, you listened attentively, you were smart and quick. And most importantly there wasn't anything distinct about you that joffrey could complain of and have you removed for.
So that's what became of you. You became his cupbearer and followed him around the red keep, accompanied him on his hunts or his short journeys and poured his wine, brought him his food, or anything else he asked for. Of course you were not immune to his cruelty, the opposite actually. He often mocked your unnatural eyes and Strangely perfect competition, he called you a witch, trying to enchant the castle and accused you of whoring about with the knights although you had never been with anyone.
He overworked you and reprimanded you but you were always there to listen, happy to be given a chance. He noticed this and it aggravated him. To see someone who was supposed to be miserable so joyous at the idea of bringing the king his meals and wine and suffering his abuse day and night for the rest of his or her life.
It confused him, how he had his ways so easily with you but not through fear, anger or blackmail, but through pure loyalty and gratitude that your life had been spared and you had been given a chance and something other than death or imprisonment.
He wasn't stupid. He heard the Lords and ladies whisper as you walled behind him. He heard the knights mock as you passed by. Eventually it grew to anger him slightly whenever your name was put down or insulted.
Only he was allowed to do that. And that in mind, joffrey became rather possessive of you in a way.
You listened to him rant. Listened to his drone on about his parents or the peasants or his siblings. About the food and the weather and the sheets. About everything.
And that is how you ended up here, stood in his chambers, listening to him speak of the lady sansa stark and his new betrothal to her. And listening to him rave about how he was still expected to marry the traitors daughter. And you knew ned stark was no such a man, and you were sure he did to, but you listened all the same.
He paced quickly around the room, hands behind his back, until he was called for a meeting of the small council. He was quite busy as of late, what with stannis baratheons army, renly baratheons army aswell now. And the north's new rebellion, robb stark, son of the late ned, proclaiming himself king in the North and marching closer by the day.
Joffrey was the king now, and he was much more cruel as of late, and you thought about it on your way back to your chambers that night. They had been decent enough to give you a separate room in the servants quarters, what with your family name and the risks of you forming alliances that had become more prominently discussed in the recent months you had noticed.
You had heard that viserys was marrying off your sister to the dothraki khal in exchange for an army but the conversation was dropped a while ago.
You had changed into your nightgown and were now stood, brushing your hair gently and staring out of your window to the crashing waves below. They calmed you, but that calm was interrupted by a harsh collection of violent knocks at your door.
You had set aside the brush and quickly gone to answer. Noticing it was joffrey which was unusual as he always sent someone for you, never venturing anywhere near the servants end of the castle.
"Whatever is the matter, your grac-"
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you, burying his head into your neck. He held you in an embrace and you were stunned for a moment, eyes wide and staring at sandor clegane who stood across the hall and shrugged and you.
You had slowly and anxiously returned the hug, moving your hand gently up and down his back as he slowly began to cry. It was almost silent hut you could feel him shaking.
"Your grace, do you-" you let out a breath. "Do you want to come in and sit for a moment?"
He nodded into your shoulder and you guided him into your room, ignoring the silent laughs from the hound as you closed the door, sitting joffrey down on your bed, he rested himself against the headboard, on the side closest to the window.
You had quickly grabbed him a cup of water and offered it to him, he took it and you stood infront of him cautiously.
"Are you alright, your grace?" You asked quietly.
He stopped his slow crying for a moment and looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours.
"I'm a terrible king. I don't know what to do about all the stupid Lords and ladies constantly wanting my attention. I don't know what to do about uncle renly or uncle stannis, about robb stark or my mother or anything."
Your face softened with sympathy for the boy king slightly as you replied.
"You are no such thing, your grace. War is a strange and chaotic thing, no one ever really, truly knows what to do. You're handling it well I'm sure of it, your grace."
He looked down into his lap and them out if the window and into the dark sky.
"Do you really think so?"
"I do, your grace."
He paused and and studied your face, your beautiful eyes and hair, your skin and lips, your figure and everything else about you.
"Why are you nice to me? I am nothing but cruel to you and yet you are happy to serve me. You listen and you don't tire of me. Why?"
"Because, your grace," you spoke softly. "I cannoted ever repay the generosity your family had shown me and I do not find it a chore to listen to you. I do not have any friends, I do not have people to speak to for no one ever wants the risk of speaking to the mad Kings Daughter. But you, your grace, you speak to me, about everything. About your problems, about your feelings. You don't see me as the targaryen girl, you see me as your cupbearer. Nothing more, nothing less, your grace."
You say nervously on the end of your bed, gazing at him. He gestured for you to sit closer and so you shuffled up the bed until you too were leaned against the headboard.
"Your grace, it is improper for someone such as yourself to be laying in such a room, are you sure I cannot escort you back to your chambers, get you some food or some wine?"
He didn't not reply, he just yet again stared out of the window.
"I think of you as much more than that you know." He mumbled.
"I'm sorry, your grace?" You asked, confounded by the statement.
"I think of you as much more than just my cupbearer. Much more."
"Your grace, i am afraid I do not understand quite what you are implyi-"
He lent forward slightly as cupped your check with his hand, his beautiful brown eyes staring into your own vivid, violet ones. He tinged his head slightly and kissed you.
His lips were soft and warm, his kiss gentle. Not at all like you had expected. He pulled away slowly, still keeping eye contact.
"Your grace, i-"
"Joffrey."
"I, I'm sorry i-" he placed a finger over your lips, shushing you softly.
"Just joffrey."
And he kissed you again, this time much more passionately, your lips moving in sync with each other and your heartbeats rising, bodies getting closer and closer.
And that is how you stayed until the morning when cersei found you both, but she never said a word, to either of you, instead choosing to leave quietly.
As she walked back down the corridor, she was joined by tyrion lannister and she looked down at him.
"Well that certainly was not expected to happen any time soon." He stated.
"Well, dear brother, you can't expect the unexpected, can you?
ahhh i need request!!!, i wanna write sooo badly but when I do it for myself it's absolutely hot garbage😭, please somebody request something🙏 I'm starving to write a actually good story
Characters/shows/fandoms I'll write for
X-Men: gambit, sabertooth, wolverine, rouge, storm, beast, I'm open to some more those are just my top one's^^
Game of thrones: danny, sandor, gregor, some of the targaryen's, joffrey, oberyn(cause he needs more love), and open to others
The boys: black noir, homelander, A-train, starlight, butcher, MM, frenchie, open to more!(no soldier boy i hate that motherfucker)
Will also write for MK please request kano i can't get enough of that Aussie😩🙏
Readers I'll write for
Child x character platonic only
Animal x character platonic only
male x male (I'm not use to it but I'll try^^)
Fem x fem very use to it!
Rip Brandon Stark you would have loved bouldering halls 😔🙏🏻🧗🏻♀️
I love it when men look sad 😔
It just has something special, like I just want to hug them 😔 I love miserable men
Thinking about Tyrion Lennister and the young boy he once was with dreams about dragons. And how he was treated by his father and sister, and that Jaime was the only one who was a bit nice to him. And that he forgives Jamie for his mistakes because he was nice to him. I mean that is so sad if you think about it.
What do you mean I have to wait 2 years to watch the next season hotd? 🤠
Hot take:
Okay so, I don't really understand the Sansa slander, especially in the first few seasons. Beauces my girl is a child, can you blame a child for being scared of the queen and the king. Can you blame a child for having a crush and wanting said crush to like them back? I don't think so. The whole Arya is better,oh Sansa is so bad thing ,I don't understand. Both of these characters are great in my opinion and you can't really compare them.
Arya just likes swords and stuff like that, and Sansa likes embroidery and stuff. And I think they have a relatively normal sibling dynamic, cause I remember I was like that with my older sister.
Since it was five years ago for me when I watched the show and I now finished the first book, I can't really understand the dislike for Sansa.
Like she went through shit , in the show. Like watching her father die, getting humiliated as a child, getting married as a humiliation, getting married to a psycho and abused from him.
And one thing I once read in a comment section was "well we don't like her because she didn't trust Daenerys." Well why should she trust someone she doesn't know from the beginning.
I get people disliking characters, but Sansa is just a character I don't really understand why.
Can someone explain to me, because every explanation has been I've seen especially on tiktok, kinda sexist and biased, no offense.