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charliedawn · 3 months

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"Marry me."

How I think marriage proposals would go for those characters.

Sandor Clegane:

"…Wanna get married ?" You asked as both you and Sandor were sleeping side by side in the forest. Sandor blinked—half asleep. He had back pain and a headache. He had hoped that the wine would help him to fall asleep quicker, as to not have to hear you say any other crazy thing or request for the day. But, of course. He was mistaken.

"Huh ?" When the information seemed to eventually settle in his brain, his whole face seemed a perfect depiction of confusion. He finally turned around and you could see in his eyes that he wasn’t exactly sober either. You decided this was the perfect moment to ask—since he would probably not even remember you asked the next morning. It gave you courage to ask again.

"Wanna get married ?" You repeated with a little more determination and this time, he answered.

"No."

"Ah."

"…"

"…You. Wanna get married ?" He asked this time—more because he was curious than awaiting an actual answer. But, you took your chance and answered truthfully.

"Sure."

He was momentarily surprised by your confidence before he huffed a laugh and wrapped an arm around you.

"…Fine. We’ll get married in the morning. Now, hush."

There was then a moment of silence before you both bursted out laughing. Just two drunks having the most normal conversation ever. You knew that by tomorrow, he would have surely forgotten all about tonight. But for now, you were satisfied with the knowledge that his subconscience hadn’t said no.

Oberyn Martell:

"Would you like to marry me ?" You asked Oberyn while he wad writing and whose lips curved slightly into a small smirk at the request. He was used to your rather straightforward nature. He liked it even. It made him laugh and enjoy your presence at parties. You were curious and completely unashamed or afraid of any consequences your requests or demands would bring. This is why he always caved. But, he could also be playful and this is why he answered with a small grin:

"No."

He was curious to see your reaction, but his smile slightly faltered when he saw the hurt in your eyes at his rejection. It was the first time he had seen you so upset and he immediately regretted his words.

"Oh. Okay then." You were embarrassed and turned around quickly to get back to your own private quarters. But he was by your side in an instant and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"I was only kidding. I would LOVE to marry you, sweet peach."

He then kissed the back of your neck lovingly. You let out a sigh of relief as you leaned back against him.

"…Really ?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. Really."

He then kissed your temple and you stayed in his arms for a while before he started nuzzling the back of your neck.

"But what brought the subject, sweet peach ?"

You sighed before closing your eyes.

"…You’re the only one who truly enjoys my presence. You laugh and smile at me, even when my words are nonsense. So I thought…why not ask ?"

Oberyn seemed taken aback for a moment before his smile widened and he pressed your back further against him to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your ear.

"Let me tell you a little secret. I would marry you for your nonsense, my dear. Because your nonsense makes more sense to me than this whole world does…"

Tyrion Lannister:

"Do you want to marry me ?" You asked Tyrion one night and the man was so stunned that he spilled his cup of wine.

"What ?"

Tyrion was the most decent between all the Lannisters. He had helped you more than once and there was no doubt in your proposal. You would never find better husband.

"You heard me."

He stayed silent again and made you nervous. Would he refuse ? Would he tell you that he has already found someone ? Would he tell you that he has no interest in you ? But, he didn’t. He simply sighed.

"…Why ?"

Why ? You could tell him a thousand reasons why. Because he was one of the few good men you knew. Because you had no intention of marrying any other. Because you knew he could be gentle. Because he was funny. Because he could be brave. Because he had the heart of a true lion…but no. You wouldn’t tell him like that. Because even if you did, he wouldn’t believe you.

"Because I want to." You settled for instead and his eyes widened slightly in surprise before he smiled a little and shook his head.

"Why would you want to marry an imp ?"

"It is not an imp that I am marrying, but a prince." You retorted. You both stared at each other and his gaze softened as he started actually considering it for a moment.

"You would be miserable." You frowned in incomprehension at his words.

"Why ?" He glanced away for a second.

"Because I am not a good man."

You huffed a bitter laugh at his words.

"Haven’t you heard ? There are no good man left, my prince."

Tyrion seemed taken aback, but he couldn’t deny the truth behind your words and drank a little of his wine.

"Tell me, Tyrion. If I was to become your wife/husband. Would you hit me ? Would you abuse me ? Would you lie to me ?"

He shook his head with a small smile. No. He wouldn’t. You smiled back and Tyrion finally nodded understandingly. It wasn’t about love. It wasn’t about finding a good man. It was always about finding the one who wouldn’t hurt you…And hence, he understood and maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a wife/husband ?

Jaime Lannister:

"Jaime…" You sat down next to him at the feast prepared for the Lannisters and even though you could feel Cersei glaring daggers at you—you grabbed his hand. He didn’t react, but you could feel his fingers slightly curving to hold yours.

"Hello, buttercup." He finally greeted you in a whisper and you couldn’t help but smile weakly. You knew of his heart and his loyalty to his sister. It wasn’t really your business to interfere, but you didn’t like how Cersei was treating him. And, you also knew that his heart could maybe be won over.

So, you did the most nonsense ever and challenged him. You stood up and faced him—catching the attention of everyone in the room as you declared loudly.

"Jaime Lannister. I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition !"

That ought to have gained his attention as his eyes finally met yours and what he found in there made his eyes widen in surprise. You were determined and even though he was a knight—you didn’t seem scared of losing. He tried to laugh and wave it off as a mere joke—but you didn’t back down and even provoked him.

"Are you perhaps not a lion ? But a scared chicken ?"

That oughta do it. He was up before you could even pronounce another word and the fury in his eyes made you smile. He had taken the bait.

"If I win, you must agree to one single demand of my choice without knowing what it is !"

"And if I win ?" He quickly shot back and you bit back a laugh.

"Then I will give you whatever you want."

In a matter of minutes, everything was settled and you were both in position. Everyone assumed you were mad or had consumed too much wine to challenge Jaime Lannister—but it couldn’t be further from the truth. You had planned it carefully. You had trained and trained your body and your mind. You had worn big sleeves to hide the muscles hidden underneath. This could be the most important challenge of your life and you wanted to win. More than anything.

The moment Jaime gripped your hand, his eyes stared straight at you as he realised what you had done. This was not the strength of the Y/N he was accustomed to…but it was too late to stop and in a matter of seconds—Jaime Lannister was on the floor.

Everyone was stunned.

But, you only gracefully stood up from your seat and looked down at him before smirking.

"…I will be waiting for that marriage proposal." And with that, you were out of the room—leaving a very confused Jaime and a very angry Cersei behind. But, you knew that a lion never backed down from his word. And Jaime would be yours.

Petyr Baelish (Littlefinger) :

"Marry me." Littlefinger didn’t even seem surprised by you sudden demand. Everyone knew that your father wished to marry you off to Ramsay Bolton. And even though Littlefinger wasn’t sure why you would come to him with such a request, he didn’t show it.

He didn’t even look up as he simply asked.

"Why ?"

You huffed a bitter laugh. The man would sell mother and father for a throne. And he dared to ask why ?

"Does it matter ?"

He licked his thumb to turn the page of the book he was reading nonchalantly, even though you knew that he was secretly weighing the pros and cons of such an alliance.

"Depends. What will it bring me ?"

You looked away.

"Don’t pretend not to realise how advantageous it would be for you to be a part of the Lannister family. You’d have an easy access to the iron throne."

He hummed and pretended to think about it. It was true marrying you would be a fast way to get access to all the nice advantages of being a part of the so-called prestigious Lannister family. But, it had its own set of disadvantages to consider. He would become more than just a little man in the shadows that no one would deem worthy of being a threat, he would become a lion. A black lion.

"…Tell me why you would lower yourself to such an alliance with me. Surely, there would be one handsome young man who would say yes to such a proposal without even blinking. Why go to me, princess/prince ?"

You hesitated before sighing in defeat.

"…Because if I am to marry a snake, better be one I know than one chosen by Tywin Lannister."

At that, Petyr finally dignified you with a glance. You held his gaze and after a few seconds, he smiled.

"Very well, my beauty. Lead the snake to the lion’s den then."

Sansa Stark:

You and Sansa had been longtime allies and friends. You were maybe the only friend she had ever had after the almost complete destruction of House Stark. You had developed feeling for her over time and knew that asking her for her hand wouldn’t be easy—but you were willing to try.

"Please, Sansa of House Stark." You knelt on one knee before her with a rose in your hand and the other hand on your heart. "Would you marry me ?"

Sansa was surprised by the proposal. She had married twice and both marriages weren’t a success. She had lived through nightmares and pain out of such a dream as marriage. She used to want to get married with someone she loved so badly, but not anymore.

"My heart is not so easily won by a rose and pretty words anymore." She replied instead—thinking that she would succeed in breaking your resolve. But, she was mistaken.

"I know. I know that I may never be worthy of even your eyes on me. But…I am a fool, and my heart beats for you. And if you want it ? Then it’s yours. And even if you don’t want it. Let me fight for you. And prove my loyalty to the most beautiful and strong lady the North has ever seen." You pleaded and Sansa was rendered speechless.

She looked into your eyes and saw only love and adoration. She then glanced down at the rose you offered her and after a moment of hesitation, she finally took it.

"…You may try to win my heart, Y/N. But, I cannot promise you success."

You smiled and shook your head.

"Just having you acknowledge my feelings is enough for hope to enter my heart."

Sansa smiled back.

Maybe…romance wasn’t utterly dead.

Jon Snow: (Before the tragedy 😭)

"Marry me." It was said with such confidence that Jon himself was stunned as he looked up at you with widened eyes.

"What ?"

"You heard me."

There was a moment of silence before Jon smiled and he suddenly pulled you into his arms. There was no yes or no. Just a moment of pure euphoria as he couldn’t stop laughing as he buried his face in your chest. He was so happy, he forgot to form words.

When he was finally calm once more, he kissed you passionately.

"Yes. Yes. Yes, I will."

You both started laughing together and Jon even fell back on the snow as you held him tightly.

Daenerys:

"Marry me." You demanded and Daenerys looked back at you. She didn’t seem surprised or even mildly confused by the demand. She knew of your feelings for her—and she was more than happy to reciprocate.

But, marriage ?

Marriage meant boundaries. Marriage meant attachment. Marriage meant she would have to think about you and a possible future where she wasn’t all powerful.

She sighed before stroking your cheek and offering you an apologetic smile.

"My dear Y/N…If only I could, do not believe for a second that I would say no. But, as the future queen of the Seven Kingdoms…I cannot."

You closed your eyes and a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You had expected such an answer of course, but still…your heart ached.

"I…understand." You forced yourself to say and Daenerys nodded. She was a queen. A khaleesi. And you were just…human.

Ser Jorah:

"Please. Marry me." Ser Jorah was stunned at the unexpected request and turned towards you with widened eyes. He was about to answer when you quickly added.

"Love me. Hate me. I want you and you want her. But, I am not asking for your love. But for your protection, kind ser Jorah." He closes his mouth and seemed to think about it for a moment. He knew that you were a young lady/man who had left her/his family to join Daenerys. He had no idea you held such feelings for him…

"You can have my protection, but why go to such lengths to have it ?" He finally asked and you sighed before taking his hand in yours.

"Because it is not only physical protection I seek." You then laid his hand flat upon your heart and Ser Jorah seemed taken aback once more. He looked at you and you didn’t shy away from his gaze.

You knew Ser Jorah was honourable and even if he would never return your feelings, he would make a far greater husband than anyone you ever knew. He would respect you and your heart. And that was more than you could ever wish for…

Ser Jorah accepted.

After all, it was only his name that you were going to bear and his sword that would protect you. You would call him husband, but only in name.

#sandor clegane x reader #ser jorah x reader #daenerys x reader #jon snow x reader #tyrion lannister x reader #littlefinger #petyr baelish x reader #sansa stark x reader #oberyn martell x reader #jaime lannister x reader #got characters x reader #fandoms #imagine #got

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francy-sketches · 1 year

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Finally, a true knight

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jaime lannister #and. ser pounce :)#my art #i forgot if the kg having tunics is ever mentioned in canon or if its just a fanart thing but. i didnt feel like drawing armor

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ilynpilled · 7 months

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bran’s aspirations for knighthood and the kingsguard specifically and how their stories were music to his ears and how he romanticizes them and how it is repeated over and over again in his chapters that those dreams were crushed due to him being crippled is one of my favorite tragedies in the series. he was robbed of his dreams by the man that became as vile as he is primarily because of his experience and disillusionment with those same heroes that he romanticized very similarly and the corrupt moral and ethical frameworks they exist within. i also like it in terms of emotional weight and how terrible it makes jaime’s act. he was the one that killed the boy this time. he killed “the boy that wanted to be ser arthur dayne.”

#kino i fear #‘ser jaime lannister looked more like the knights in the stories’#the irony is that the only person on earth that could beat jaime in the kg kahoot quiz is bran #valyrianscrolls #bran stark

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norakbubbles · 3 months

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#game of thrones #braime #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #ser brienne #jaime x brienne #brienne x jaime #meme #funny #i love them #shipping #they deserved better #they deserve the world #they deserve to be happy #help im crying

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venusintheblindspots-blog · 8 months

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I think once people start accepting that one of the key ideas being explored with Brienne’s character is romance, I’ll finally be at peace with this fandom.

#I’ve cried about her so much #no other character in ASOIAF makes me feel what Brienne does #Jaime and Brienne are the only enemies to lovers I tolerate #jaime x brienne #brienne of tarth #lady brienne #ser brienne #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #also #everything about her and Jaime is written romantically #“their swords clashed?#no GRRM said their swords kissed #like he uses that language for a reason y’all #this is not a bromance

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littledollll · 1 year

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Can be requested NSFW Brienne of Tarth x fem Lannister virgin reader (19-20 y.o)

The reader is the daughter of Cersei and Jaime. When Jaime and Brienne arrive in the Kings Landing, Jaime introduces Brienne to her daughter. And it's love at first sight. But Cersei thinks Brienne is in love with Jaime. One night, Cersei was walking through Brienne's chambers and heard moans and thought Brienne was having sex with Jaime, but when she breaks out into Brienne's chambers, she sees her daughter under Brienne. And then the next day, they have a conversation with Cersei and Jaime.

Happy Ending

This is my request

Oh no big deal, you can write this in your own style and change the characters, I don't mind that. I trust you completely! And if you write, I'll be glad to read! Honestly, I give you my word.

And I want to add that you are an incredible writer, and I really like your work! 🖤🖤

Love (and lust) at first sight

Brienne of Tarth x Lannister!reader

Warning: smut but it’s not that long, caught in the act, cool dad Jamie, disappointed mom Cersei, big warning over the fact I know nothing about these characters

A/n: this was one hell of a brainstorm and i dont like this that much but I rly hate rejecting requests so here it is!

You were called down to the entrance by your mother, announcing your father was finally home, only he wasn’t alone, there was a woman with him, Tall, blond hair, beautiful blue eyes, you couldn’t focus on anything they were saying as you looked at her, only snapping back to reality when you heard her voice as she introduced herself. How did your father have the absolute honor to journey with her- you hurried to greet her and introduce yourself.

You could’ve sworn you keep meeting her gaze through the conversation you were paying no attention to, you weren’t making this up, Brienne was also staring at you. However your mother was convinced it was Jamie she was looking at, deciding not to make a fuss out of it, she simply observed Brienne.

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Over the next few days you continued looking for excuses to be around her, most of the time Brienne simply allowed you to accompany her, though you noticed she wasn’t one to talk much, though she was a damn good listener and occasionally contributed to your usually one sided conversations.

“Why do you insist on following me around?” It was the first time Brienne initiated the conversation. You weren’t really prepared for her to question that, or talk at all really. “Well- I mean I don’t know-“ She cut you off when you seemed to be stalling to answer. “it seems I’ve caught you off guard, I apologize my lady.” “No no! I just think you’re beyond beautiful- and I’ve heard so much about you I’d like to get to know you myself and not just what everyone says of you.”

Brienne seemed shocked for a moment then furrowed her brows. “And what is it you’ve head about me?” A lot. Like a lot. People love talking shit about anyone and anything. “Well for starters, rumor has it you’re very cold. But I have a feeling that’s wrong- and that you’re a strong, one of the strongest swordsmen was it? Apparently despite that coldness you are protective and loyal.”

She only hummed and you chuckled. “What? you’re gonna leave me guessing?” A small smile reached her face as she looked away from you to keep walking. “I thought you said you wanted to get to know me yourself, my lady.” She said, making you blush. “Challenge accepted, ser.”

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Both you and your mother hated how much time she spent with Jamie, for wildly different reasons of course, but neither of you were of aware of the other. For you it meant you couldn’t continue your endless playful flirting that had started after you confessed your interest in Brienne, in your fathers presence, to Cersei it was because she swore Brienne was pinning after him.

“So, what do you think of her?” Your mother nodded Brienne’s way as she and your father were talking about God knows what, you were busy looking at her. “I think she’s lovely, why do you ask?” You said with a smile on your lips. Cersei looked at you questioningly. “No particular reason, thought I’d ask since she’s living here, I’d hate it if you didn’t like her presence.” You didn’t question her reasoning, only nodded. “Well you’re in luck, I quite like her, happens to make great company too.”

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“Are you going to continue staring daggers into my back or do you plan on talking?” Brienne asked. After a day of little to no interaction between the two off you, you decided to join her back to her room. “I quite like your back, so I’ll take you up on that offer” she froze for a second before a smirk grazed her face. “oh do you now? Tell me, what plays on your mind while you’re busy staring, my lady?”

“Why do you insist on calling me that” changing the subject while she crawled over you, making you whimper. “Because I like seeing the look on your face whenever I do.” Her eyes trailed down to your lips before snapping back to your own. “Please-“ you didn’t even have time to ask property before her lips were on yours. It was intoxicating, needy, messy. You were both waiting for this since the moment you met.

When you parted you looked drunk off the kiss, you giggled when Brienne laid kisses down your jaw and neck. “Brienne-“ voice was barely above a whisper, afraid to ruin the moment. “Are you alright, my lady?” you felt hot all over and you were sure your face was red. “I’ve never really done this before-“ “would you like to stop?” You shook your head. “Just thought you should know.” Brienne kissed your temple and moved back down. “Thank you my lady, just say the word and we can stop or slow down, okay?” She made you feel so safe then. You breathed out an “okay”.

Brienne undressed you carefully, kissing every inch of skin she revealed until you were completely naked. Two of her fingers trailed down to your entrance, gathering your wetness and moving up to rub your clit. You were so sensitive and responsive, loud, though Brienne adored it she couldn’t risk you being caught. “Darling, you need to be quiet.” Hips bucking against her hand and hole clenching around nothing, you whined.

“Inside. please, I need you.” Sure you’ve touched yourself before, but her hand felt so much better. Brienne didn’t say anything, only complied with your request, two fingers slipping into your soaked entrance while keeping her thumb on your clit. “Oh fuck!-“ you practically screamed when she started thrusting into you.

Outside, your mother was walking past Brienne’s room when she heard this, she assumed it was Brienne with Jamie. She turned and walked back to the door, putting her ear against the door to confirm what she heard.

Brienne slapped her free hand over your mouth, big mistake. Your moans, however muffled, were louder. “By gods, you need to control yourself.” Brienne scolded you quietly, although amusement was clear in her voice. To be honest, you really didn’t care, not in the moment anyways.

Just as you were about to tip over the edge the door slammed open making you jump and attempt to hide yourself, thankfully your body was mostly covered by Brienne on top of you. It was so quiet you could almost hear the cogs turning in your mothers head. Brienne just hid herself in your neck, thankful she didn’t decide to undress.

Apparently, she did not have the energy to explode in anger right now, only sighing and muttering out “I will be talking to the both of you in the morning. Your father will be told about this.” Before she slammed the door and walked off.

Brienne could barely contain her laugh. “Fuck. Breakfast is going to be interesting.” you slapped her shoulder. “It is not the time to joke about this! they are going to kill you. And me. And you again!”

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Breakfast was quiet, you arrived late since you had to run back to you room in the morning to get ready and come down. Your father and Brienne seemed to be talking a lot softer than they usually did while your mother was practically seething in quiet anger.

As you went to sit on the table you greeted your father and Brienne with a kiss on the cheek which made her stop functioning for a few seconds. Then walked to your mother and kissed her head, when you turned to walk away she gripped your wrist. “You stay right there.” You nodded.

“You come into my home, with my husband after he has been missing for months. To add to that, get caught fucking my daughter. And you have the audacity to act like it’s a completely normal morning.”

“I apologize but- would you rather I shrink and turn into a pathetic apologizing mess like a coward or we talk like adults and make things clear.” Brienne stated plainly, like she didn’t really care for an argument. “What’s done is done, after all.”

“Personally I think Brienne is a great fit for our girl, and you know very well she’s going to be protected and cared for.” Your father said, more at your mother than anyone else. “I don’t care for what the girl decides. She’s an adult, the problem here is that this happened behind my back. If you’d at least have the decency to come to me this wouldn’t be an issue.”

“In that case, I apologize, truly nothing was meant to happen last night, if it was in my plans for everything to go down as it did you would’ve been made aware. I was under the impression Jamie talked to you about us though.” Your mother breathe in and looked at your father, seething with anger. “So you were aware and chose not to tell me?”

You stepped in. “Hi, me again, you know the whole cause of this conversation. You’ve been talking like I’m not right here, fight with father later. I’d like to continue seeing Brienne. Will that be an issue?” You really just wanted to go to sleep.

“No, my dear, it won’t. Now both of you get out of here I have to have a serious discussion with Jamie.”

#gwendoline christie #ser brienne #brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #brienne of tarth smut #brienne x reader #brienne x jaime

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sancastarcs · 10 months

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brienne and jaime are genuinely so pathetic for each other like both of you STAND UP!!

#braime #their antis are hilarious like I am sorry you must be DELUSIONAL to not see their romantic implications #jaime x brienne #brienne of tarth #ser brienne #jaime lannister #asoiaf #game of thrones

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imjustapoorwayfaringgeek · 1 year

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expressions hehe

and lots of jons because i enjoy drawing him very much

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asharaxofstarfall · 6 months

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it's happening again

#house of the dragon #hotd #game of thrones #got #jaime lannister #criston cole #ser criston cole

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duchess-of-oldtown · 5 months

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So my English lecturer talked about ASOIAF today and described Cersei and Jaime "freaky" rather than just saying they're fucking and I had to sit there amongst actual normal human beings like

#It's 10am and my 60yr old professor just drops asoiaf discourse #Really in front of my half cold coffee?#cersei lannister #jaime lannister #Ser Jaime Lannister #Queen cersei #jaime x cersei #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf meta #house of the dragon #valyrianscrolls #stannis baratheon #hotd #ask answered questions #valyrian scrolls #ask answered #House Lannister

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chasingthedragons · 6 months

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Kingsguard armor through the ages

Ser Harrold Westerling, Ser Criston Cole and the twins Ser Arryk & Erryk Cargyll

Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning & Ser Gerold Hightower at the Tower of Joy

Ser Meryn Trant, Sandor Clegane the Hound, Ser Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer, Ser Gregor Clegane the Mountain & Ser Barristan Selmy

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #kingsguard #ser harrold westerling #ser criston cole #ser erryk cargyll #ser arryk cargyll #ser gerold hightower #ser arthur dayne #ser meryn trant #sandor clegane #ser jaime lannister #ser gregor clegane #ser barristan selmy #hotd fashion

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charliedawn · 7 months

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GOT characters x Reader

"Please. Dance with me."

Sandor Clegane :

Sandor was standing near the exit—ready to call it a night. He was tired of seeing all those high borns dancing and getting drunk on expensive Dornish wine. But when he was about to leave, he felt an arm wrap around his and looked down to find you—clinging to his arm. He was about to ask what the hell you were doing when he noticed how terrified you seemed.

"Please…Don’t let him take me."

You were on the verge of tears. He looked in the direction you were staring at and found some lord with a sleazy smile on his face. He was walking your way and Sandor instinctively raised his hand to clasp it on your arm.

"The lady’s taken. Piss off."

He felt you tense up next to him, but his hand on top of your arm kept you in place as the man decided to finally leave. Once he was gone, you wanted to thank him…But, Sandor pulled away and walked away.

…He needed a drink.

Daenerys Targaryen:

When a man offered you a dance, you smiled and tried to politely decline the offer. But, the man wasn’t having no for an answer. Finally, he grabbed your arm as you were about to leave. Fortunately, Daenerys arrived just in time and stood between the both of you.

"I believe she has been quite clear. She doesn’t want to dance with you."

The man was about to protest, but quickly reconsidered. He left and you let out a sigh of relief. But, as you were about to thank her, Daenerys turned towards you with a soft smile before offering you her hand.

"Would you like to dance with me instead ?"

Her hand was opened invitingly and her eyes showed nothing but good will. So, you took her hand with a smile.

"I would be honoured, khaleesi."

Ser Jorah :

"Would you dance with me, Ser Jorah?"

Jorah looked up at your hand and was about to politely decline your offer when he noticed your uneasy smile and the other man standing a few feet away behind you. He immediately understood the situation and smiled before taking your hand.

"It would be an honour, my lady."

He kissed the back of your hand and you smiled before being led away. You swayed left and tight slowly together and even though Ser Jorah only wanted to dance to help you—he found himself enjoying it as well. You closed your eyes and didn’t even think about your 'problem'.

You just enjoyed the dance until the very last moment when you had to part.

"Thank you."

Whether it was you or him who said it first—neither of you could tell.

Brienne of Tarth :

Brienne had just won her final battle for the tournament organised by your father. She had put to the ground many of your father’s best knights and when her face was revealed…You were immediately impressed. A woman of such strength on your side would surely end in a successful alliance.

So, you waited.

You waited and when it was time to celebrate, your eyes landed on the fiercest woman who had succeeded in defeating most fighters of the court. Her eyes didn’t settle on you however.

You felt a little disappointed by it, but the night was far from over. You tried again and again to get her to see you, but she always seemed to escape your sight. Finally, you decided to give up and sit down. But, you then felt a hand land on your shoulder and when you looked up, you found one of your father’s choices staring down at you with a malicious smile.

You tried to tell him no. He ignored your request.

But, he finally listened when the woman you had been trying to talk to suddenly appeared behind you in all her armoured glory. She didn’t need to speak a word as the man immediately released you and walked away.

"Are you alright, my lady ?" She asked you and you replied with a smile of your own.

"I am now."

Jon Snow :

Many people had warned you about Jon Snow. Some called him the King of the North—others a demon. You weren’t really interested in rumours though, but by the truth.

Hence, you had accepted to go and meet with him.

A war was brewing and you knew that strong allies were necessary. However, when you found yourself in front of the man who claimed to be Jon Snow, you immediately knew it couldn’t be him. The man before you couldn’t possibly be the King of the North. He wasn’t a giant. He wasn’t heavily armed. Or looked like a living dead. He seemed…normal.

"I am Jon Snow."

"..."

You looked him up and down.

Before he could say another word, you threw a dagger at him and he didn’t even flinch as it landed in a tree behind him. You both stared at each other for a minute until you finally smiled.

That man was Jon Snow.

For you saw no fear of death in his eyes.

"A pleasure to meet you, my King." You introduced yourself and bowed before him. "…The man who danced with Death and survived."

Tyrion Lannister:

"No."

Tyrion was aware of your situation. He knew perfectly well of the unfortunate circumstances of your upcoming betrothal. But…He couldn’t bring you even more dishonour by agreeing to dancing with you.

"Do not look so disappointed, my lady. Even though I am sure you are quite lovely, I wish you to spare yourself the humiliation of dancing with an imp."

Such harsh words which ignited a general hilarity that made you red in the face with fury. But, not against Tyrion. You didn’t blame him for his refusal. You knew how it sounded and the pain behind such a request. But, you didn’t want to give up. So…You did something that no person had ever dared. You knelt before him—your eyes staring at the floor in respect.

"I see no imp. I see a valorous and just prince. And I still wish to dance with you. Please."

It made the crowd around you fall silent. Tyrion’s eyes widened and he seemed speechless for a while. But, he finally smiled before slowly reaching for your chin to lift it up so your eyes may meet.

"…Don’t you lower your gaze. You hold more bravery and wit than anyone else in this room. And if that is truly your wish ? Then I would be more than happy to dance with you."

Jaime Lannister:

You were sitting down when you felt a presence in front of you as you ate. Your eyes looked up to find your ‘fiancé'. He was looking at you with such disgust that all food got stuck in your throat. You knew it was but an arranged marriage, but everyone knew that your betrothed hated your family with passion. Your eyes glanced away and met with another man. He smiled at you. You smiled back.

Unfortunately, your betrothed caught the exchange and suddenly grabbed your arm—ready to strike. But before he could as much as lay a finger on you, the tip of a sword was pressed against his throat.

The room fell silence as none other than Jaime Lannister had come to your rescue.

"I believe this is no way to treat a woman—even less a lady."

He then sat down next to you and smiled before eating next to you—an arm wrapped around you. The message was clear. And the man left.

"…You will get in trouble for this." You warned him, but Jaime replied with a cocky smile.

"I am a Lannister. And lions are not scared of insects."

Oberyn Martell :

You were trying to leave the party. This was too much. A man was persistently trying to get a dance with you, but you didn’t want to dance with a man who surely did not care about you. You were almost there when you collided with another man who grabbed you before you could fall to the floor.

You looked up and your eyes widened as you saw who it was.

"Prince Oberyn of Dorne…" You gasped and the man gave you a small smile before looking behind you at the man following you.

"Is this man bothering you, my lady ?"

You gulped and suddenly took his hand. If you were to say anything, your father would blame you.

"Please. Would you dance with me, Prince of Dorne ?" You asked and the man following you seethed.

"You were promised a dance with m—!"

"I believe the lady asked ME for a dance." Oberyn cut him off with his usual charismatic smile. "Unless your title happens to also be Prince of Dorne."

The man huffed before walking away and you let out a sigh of relief. You were about to leave when Prince Oberyn grabbed your wrist.

"Now now…Where are you going, little sunflower ?"

You frowned in incomprehension until Oberyn smiled again and pulled you flush against him.

"…I believe you owe me a dance."

Peter Baelish (Littlefinger) :

Lord Baelish had had your eyes on you for a while and he knew that being part of your powerful family would be extremely valuable. Hence, he asked your father for your hand. But, there were too many contenders for him to even be considered as a good choice. So…He observed you.

You were young, but promising as you danced with grace and proper etiquette with all your possible choices. But, he could see right through you. You weren’t exactly happy to be here. And when one of your possible betrothed stepped on your foot.

He stepped in.

He took your hand and almost pulled you away from the man. You were about to thank him, but Baelish had other plans.

"What will you give me for my rescue ?" Baelish asked you. You sighed. Of course he’d want a reward for acting like the hero he wasn’t.

"What do you want ?"

Baelish seemed to think about it before offering you his hand with a smirk.

"A dance."

Your eyes stared at his hand suspiciously. But, at this point ? You would have accepted anyone’s help in order to escape. He pulled you flush against him and started dancing with you. Your eyes widened as he led you away to the center or the room.

He knew everyone could see the both of you, but he didn’t stop—not even when you tried to pull away.

"Lord Baelish…That’s enough."

Your father tried to stop him, but Lord Baelish only smirked before surprising everyone by kissing you. Your eyes widened and you were momentarily took off guard. When he pulled away, he smirked before glancing challengingly at your father.

"Now…About my wedding proposal ?"

Sansa Stark :

"My lady…Would you please give me the chance of a dance ?" You asked Sansa who hesitated for a moment before smiling and slipping her hand in yours. You smiled before kissing the back of it and led her to the dance floor. Sansa had always wished for someone to take her hand and make her feel like a princess.

She had first thought Joffrey to be the one, but that felt like eons ago. She had long learned her mistake. But, it didn’t mean she didn’t still wish for someone to make her remember what it felt like when her innocence and virtue were still recognised.

And you were more than happy to make her remember who she used to be.

"You are beautiful." You told her truthfully and she smiled.

She even graced you with a small chuckle as you made her twirl and made sure not to touch her that might trigger her in any way. After her awful treatment under Ramsay, you only wanted her to feel at ease. At peace.

And she knew it.

When she looked at you and a smile graced her lips—your heart seemed to skip a beat.

The pretty wolf was still a stealer of hearts, and you couldn’t wait for her to devour yours.

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zetaaa · 1 year

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Two nights passed in silence before the wench finally found the courage to whisper, “Jaime? Why did you shout out?” “Why did I shout ‘sapphires,’ you mean? Use your wits, wench. Would this lot have cared if I shouted ‘rape’?” “You did not need to shout at all.” “You’re hard enough to look at with a nose. Besides, I wanted to make the goat say ‘thapphireth.’ ”He chuckled. “A good thing for you I’m such a liar. An honorable man would have told the truth about the Sapphire Isle.” “All the same,” she said. “I thank you, ser.” ASOS, Jaime IV (grazie/thank you @ancientoctagon for the remind)

#ser #and she means it #jaime x brienne #thappireth #sapphire #bloody mummers #a storm of swords #a song of ice and fire

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samieree · 5 months

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Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon Masterlists

[General Masterlist with list of boys I can write one-shots with here]

[my works are also avaiable on Ao3: Samiere and on wattpad: _Saelin Also on fanfiction net: Samiere]

MASTERLIST Silver Princess || House of the Dragon (fanfiction)(Daemon Targaryen x OC x Aemond Targaryen)

King Viserys Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn are expecting another child - possibly a new heir to the Iron Throne. After all, after the birth of two princesses, it must finally be time for a prince, right? On this occasion, a tournament is organized in King's Landing, which also attracts the king's brother - Daemon Targaryen to the capital. Unfortunately, the day of the tournament will set in motion a series of events that over the years will eventually lead to Dance of Dragons and something even worse, besides splitting House of the Dragon into three camps…

2. MASTERLIST Dawn of the North || Robb Stark (fanfiction)(Robb Stark x OC)

As the War of the Five Kings rages in Westeros, in the far north beyond the Wall, young princess of a forgotten kingdom will finally have the opportunity to break free from her father's watchful eye and try to live her own life. When there are reports of Daenerys Targaryen, who is already making plans to claim the throne of the Seven Kingdoms, Amalthea's father asks her to find her cousin. However, there is more to this request than a desire to reunite the family. However, before that happens, after leaving the fairy-tale kingdom of Acalida, Amalthea travels south, where after so many years of peaceful life, she collides with the brutal reality of the Seven Kingdoms. As soon as the voice of her heart speaks to her, she will have to pull herself together and show the other part of her character - reasonable, objective, cunning… And sometimes a bit mad and merciless to fit in a world full of intrigue and not lose her life. And as a Queen from unknown lands… She will have to earn respect and trust of others.

3. MASTERLIST Born in Flames || Game of Thrones (fanfiction)(OC x ?😏)

The young former Princess Visenya, and now Maegelle Targaryen, after the death of King Robert I Baratheon can finally come to King's Landing without fear of death at the hands of Robert, who has vowed to kill any Targaryen he can. Exactly, "any Targaryen he can"… He hasn't been able to touch Maegelle since Tywin Lannister took her to Casterly Rock and she was under his care for the next seventeen years, raised to be against her real family. Even her changed name is to make her realize who she should be. But will she listen to it? After all, she had spent her entire life with the murderers of her family…

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