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Gentle

Sandor Clegane x Plus size!reader

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Warnings: none

Summary: Ned Stark’s eldest daughter finding herself interested by the King’s loyal protector, and even more disenchanted by how he’s treated

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The King’s arrival in Winterfell wasn’t of much interest to you, if you were being honest.

Of course you understood that it was a great honor and that his Grace was very important to your father, but outside of that, you had no real reason to pay the caravan much mind as it moved through the streets of Winterfell.

Had it not been for the pretense of duty and honor, and more severely, the pressure of your mother’s wrath, you truly believed you would have skipped the entire affair.

You weren’t the object of their visit, after all.

As the eldest daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, you were much too old to be of much interest to the young Prince compared to your sisters, and the King only came to Winterfell with your Aunt Lyanna on the mind.

Really, you weren’t sure why you needed to attend.

Until, you found yourself staring down the traveling party of the King’s guard, and the striking presence of the man they called “the Hound”

You had heard stories of the man over the years, and you knew where the title had come from, but never could you have imagined the man before you now and that man were one in the same. He hardly struck you as some ravenous monster, even then.

…and as the days went by, you found your opinion unchanged.

You existed in Winterfell simply, a privilege afforded you by your father’s title and the love the families of the North had for the Starks.

For the most part, you did what you wanted and didn’t call too much attention to yourself, content to read on the sidelines and follow after your siblings as they grew into their own. That meant that you escaped a lot of the formalities of nobility, as no one really needed too much of your attention.

If they were looking for a Stark to talk to, you were always fairly low on the list and you liked it that way, especially given all the excitement in Winterfall over the past few days.

With Sansa entertaining the Prince, your father entertaining the King and Queen, and the charms of the North keeping the guard away, you finally had a moment to yourself which only meant one thing. You could finally finish your book.

It was all set, just as you wanted it.

The weather had yet to get so bitter cold that you couldn’t stand to be out, so you grabbed a blanket and set it in the clearing near the market, under a big tree. The septa’s rarely bothered you these days, so you should be able to get some peace and quiet.

Not that you got too far before something else caught your eye.

You had only been reading your book for a short time when you heard the familiar sing-songy tone of your sister’s voice, followed unsurprisingly by the nasally pitch of Prince Joffrey.

They were to be married following this trip, and you knew she was excited. You could tell by the way she skipped lightly as she walked, and how she hung on his every word.

You had never been in love yourself, but you had to imagine that was what it looked like. Perhaps that was why you found yourself watching them as they walked, or maybe it had more to do with the Hound, loyal as always, who was trailing behind them steadily.

He was an interesting man, you’d decided.

Even as he walked, he studied the world around him as if he wasn’t a part of it, rather that he was peering in at it from the outside. You felt that you could relate, in some way, as you had always been that way.

They’d chastised you for being a dreamer as a girl. The Septa would take your books and keep them from you, your mother would beg you to engage in your duties as a lady and even Robb and Theon teased you.

Your head was always far away and even now, you had managed to keep it that way. While other women your age married and had heirs for unimpressive Lords, you remained in your father’s homeland.

A place where you could keep your books and your dreams, without having to endure the ugliness.

Not that ugliness was really the problem in the first place.

You were certain that some found the Hound ugly in all his violence and impropriety, but you couldn’t dare count yourself among them. Even now, as you stared at him over your bound paper novel, you saw nothing short of a dream like all the others.

It wasn’t even something you could truly understand, if you had any desire to try. There was just a softness to him, a quiet contemplation that made you feel as if no harm would ever come to you.

That wasn’t a feeling you’d known before now, as that was one of the things the North had never really had. Your father and brothers would rather die than let something or someone hurt you, you knew that, but it wasn’t so simple.

The comfort his presence held went beyond any physical threat or danger, it was almost warm.

Not that you would have ever ventured to admit it.

After all, you had never even spoken to the man and if you tried to explain the way you were feeling to anyone, they would surely have you committed. The hound was a lot of things, but none would have called him warm.

None outside of you that was.

You continued your staring for quite some time, only occasionally looking away from the sight before you to mindlessly turn the page in your book. You imagined you may have sat there all evening if you remained uninterrupted.

However, when your attention returned to the imposing form of the King’s dog across the way to find him already looking at you, the illusion fell away entirely.

Surely he thought you were demented.

In the entire time he and the King’s guard had been in Winterfell, you had yet to speak a word to a one of them but that didn’t mean he was unfamiliar with you. Every time he turned around, he found you sitting somewhere over his shoulder, that same book perched in your lap.

Anyone else may have just brushed you off, assuming you were a bit out there as your family always had, but Sandor couldn’t quite do that.

After all, he had grown used to the weary glances and fearful whispers between people as he passed, but no one had ever paid him so much mind as you seemed to be.

Naturally he was curious.

No one had voluntarily spent that much time looking at him in all his life, and he needed to know what it was about you that was different.

You tensed the moment you noticed his attention, not daring to look away from the weathered pages beneath your fingers, not when you heard him nearing where you sat and certainly not when he stopped at your side.

Neither of you spoke, and you weren’t even sure if you drew a single breath, but he certainly did as he waited. Waited for what he wasn’t sure, but it just seemed to be the thing to do.

As if you would somehow explain yourself if he stood in your presence long enough.

Though, after a long moment passed between you without so much as a glance from you, he decided to just end the torment for you both.

There would be no sense in just standing here all evening.

“Why do you stare so much?” he wondered aloud, his voice just as gruff as it always was, though you caught something else hidden there too. Just beneath the surface, hiding beneath the walls he’d built hugh within himself.

It almost sounded like a sort of nervousness, though you would have imagined him incapable of something so common.

You didn’t answer at first.

Whether it was due to the humiliation of being caught that held your tongue or the nerves of facing down such an imposing man on your own, he wasn’t sure. All Sandor knew for sure was that this was one of the strangest interactions he’d ever had.

If only he knew.

The real reason for your silence wasn’t some twisted interest or shame but because there was no real answer at all. At least not one you’d confidently admit while those brown eyes had you locked in a stare.

You hadn’t meant it to be disrespectful, of course, because the nature of your admiration couldn’t be farther from distaste. However, to a man like Sandor, that was exactly what it looked like.

…What it felt like.

Naturally, after a life of rejection, Sandor assumed that your staring was like that of every else when they looked at him. He assumed you were disgusted by him, and his grotesque face, or perhaps that you were afraid.

He hoped you weren’t afraid.

In any case, he never could have imagined that you would answer him in the way you did, even if it took you a moment to summon the courage to string any words together at all.

“I suppose I’m interested in you” you decided finally, twisting your face up slightly at the way that must have sounded.

It wasn’t quite right, of course, though it wasn’t entirely wrong either.

You were interested in him, but that seemed too simply a phrasing, like all the gravity and sentiment was missing even still.

Sandor only grunted in reply after a brief pause, his gaze drifting across the market, watching as the surrounding northerners studied your interaction, only to drop their eyes when they met his.

They all feared him, and they were right too, because they understood what he was and what he was capable of. Though, maybe that was another thing that you had done since he arrived that was unique to you.

Never once had you looked away from him.

You had never shrunk away or grimaced as they did, even at a time like this when anyone else would have run for the hills. It was certainly new, even he couldn’t be so stubborn as to ignore that.

“What’s so interesting about me?” he wondered, not daring to move closer or join you as you sat, but not moving further away either. Even though it felt wrong to speak freely with an unmarried noble woman like you, it really wasn’t.

You certainly didn’t think so, and you believed that anyone else would agree.

If anything, you were simply making conversation while he did his duty, watching over the Prince and his future bride.

Now, it was your turn to pause, regarding the words on the page only a moment more before you closed it, and discarded it in the snowy grass.

“We don’t have men like you here,” you allowed, considering his imposing frame as he stood above you.

Though you had only seen him from afar until now, at his impressive height and with your current low position, Sandor seemed even larger than he had before. Still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be frightened by him, which had to have been because he wasn’t frightening in the first place.

The rest of the realm may have treated him like a monster but you hardly believed that made him one.

You could tell in the way he glanced down at you, surprise painting his features, that he wanted to argue with you but he faltered, because he didn’t understand. He wanted to tell you that there were violent men everywhere, and that most were just better at hiding it, but somehow, he knew that wasn’t what you meant.

No matter how diluted that may have made you seem in the moment.

“Gentle,” you clarified, watching as his mind tried to pin down exactly what you were trying to say, because the most obvious answer just wasn’t possible. “Men here are all the same. They’re either ruthless fighters or cowards and fools. On rare occasions, they may be both but neither are gentle as you are”

That was it.

There were the words you had been trying to find before, but it still didn’t feel as if he understood, or perhaps he just didn’t feel as if you had any right to be the one saying them.

After all, you had only ever been in the North and you hardly knew anything about him, or many other men for that matter. What real ground did you have to stand on when it came to this?

“Trust me little girl, there’s nothing gentle about a man like me” he scoffed, washing away any tenderness you’d been feeling in a moment.

Perhaps he was right, but you didn’t think so.

While it was true that there were no other men like him in the North, you had seen your fair share of guarded men hiding from the truth about themselves. Normally they were trying to convince themself that they were braver than they were, or stronger, but it looked the same.

It made them look small.

“It’s in your eyes. You think I can’t see it because you don’t, but it’s there. It’s the same reason you’re still having this conversation with me, even though the Prince snuck off with Sansa” you countered, gesturing to the missing space they’d previously occupied through the pass.

If he’d truly been keeping an eye on them, and nothing more, he wouldn’t have let them out of his sight.

“Maybe I just want to know what’s wrong with you? After all, I thought the future Lady of Winterfell would be a bit more sociable” he argued, almost poking fun at you in a way you hadn’t seen coming.

Which was a welcome break in that untouchable armor of his.

“I am hardly the future Lady of Winterfell. That title will belong to the wife of my brother Robb,” you informed, gathering your skirts to rise to your feet, only to find his hand outstretched to you, a further invitation behind the curtain.

You took it as gracefully as you could and rose to your full height, though you remained entirely dwarfed by the large man at your side.

“And I have never really taken to being sociable, that’s true. It’s my mother’s greatest upset” you teased, straightening out your gown and taking in the full sight of the Hound in all his glory.

He looked small, if that was even physically possible, as you admired him with those eyes of yours. If you thought his gaze was pointed, you had no idea how he felt beneath the heavy weight of your own.

“You’re a strange little thing, aren’t you?” he grumbled, his question hanging in the air untouched for a moment as you studied him, no longer caring how strange it may have looked to anyone else.

You had been right.

He was anything but ugly up close, and it was a tragedy that so few got to gaze upon him in this manner.

“I suppose. Perhaps that’s why I remain unmarried” you suggested, subconsciously hinting at what you knew to be your own greatest flaw, at least in the eyes of your people and your house.

At the very least, the Hound had been able to make something of himself outside of being a husband or son. He could be a warrior, and he was, one of the most fearsome warriors you’d ever seen.

As a woman, you had never been afforded that kind of privilege and you never would. As far as your mother was concerned, you would live and die a spinster, and there was little you could do to change that.

“Perhaps. Or maybe this place really is full of cowards and fools, as you said” he muttered, sparing you one more heady glance before turning his back to you, his attention fully on the clearing ahead.

That was it.

In all the days you’d been admiring him and making a desperate attempt to understand exactly what lay beneath that shell of his, that was all he had for you.

…and you couldn’t have been happier, because for the first time in a long time, you found yourself looking forward to what the days ahead would hold.

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Sand Dunes

warnings: suggestive no smut, female reader, reader is curvy and larger than average but nothing super specific, reader is insecure about her body, oberyn loves it, bad self image, body worship, short and sweet 1k.

Beneath the scorching sun of Dorne, you walked with short, hesitant steps, keeping your arms ahead of you as if to make yourself appear smaller. The unforgiving desert landscape seemed to amplify your sense of insecurity.

As you strolled through the Water Gardens, you couldn't help but steal glances at Prince Oberyn Martell, who walked beside you with his characteristic confidence. His dark eyes held an intensity that both unnerved and intrigued you, and you wondered what had drawn his attention to someone like you—a woman who felt like an anomaly in comparison to the many slender, elegant women of Dorne.

As you walked alongside Oberyn, you couldn't help but steal glances at the other women around you. They moved with a grace and confidence that seemed inherent to the women of this region, their lithe figures adorned in flowing silks that accentuated their every curve.

Your gaze lingered on them, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place among such beauty. Their laughter, their poise, and their effortless sensuality—all things you admired and, at the same time, felt painfully aware you lacked.In the presence of these women, your insecurities deepened. You glanced down at your own body, your curves more pronounced, your movements more hesitant. You had always felt like an outsider, an imperfect piece in a mosaic of perfection.

Oberyn, however, seemed to see beyond your self-doubts. His gaze remained unwavering, a hint of admiration in his eyes that made your heart flutter with a mix of uncertainty and longing. You wished you could see yourself through his eyes, to understand what it was about you that had captured his attention amidst the splendor of Dorne.

As the sun beat down upon the two of you, you continued to walk beside Oberyn, his presence both a comfort and a source of confusion. You couldn't help but wonder if he saw something in you that you had yet to discover—a beauty that went beyond the superficial, a charm that lay hidden beneath the layers of your insecurities.

Oberyn's gaze lingered on you, and you instinctively tried to make yourself smaller, your steps becoming even more cautious. The thoughts of your perceived imperfections weighed heavily on your mind, and you couldn't help but feel like an outsider amidst the allure of Dorne.

In the midst of your internal struggle, you heard Oberyn's voice, soft and soothing, breaking through the insecurities that had held you captive for so long. "My dear, there's no need to hide yourself. The sands of Dorne may be endless, but they hold no secrets from my eyes."

His words, though unconventional, carried a reassuring warmth, and for the first time, you dared to meet his gaze with a hint of curiosity. There was something about Oberyn's unapologetic acceptance that made you question the harsh judgments you had imposed upon yourself.

The golden sands stretched far and wide, mirroring the curves of your own body, which you had always regarded with a mix of admiration and insecurity. Oberyn, a man of both charm and confidence, had taken a particular interest in you, despite your hesitations. As you strolled through the gardens together, a warm breeze rustling the palm fronds, his eyes never left your form.

His words, like a gentle caress, had a way of making you feel both beautiful and desired, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way that defied your insecurities.

"Would you like to tell me what troubles your thoughts, my dear?" Oberyn's voice was laced with genuine concern as he continued to walk beside you, his stride matching your hesitant steps.

You hesitated for a moment, your gaze shifting from the distant horizon to the man beside you. Oberyn's dark eyes held an understanding that encouraged you to open up. "It's just... I can't help but feel unsure of myself. I'm nothing like the women here, they're so confident and graceful, and I..."

Oberyn stopped and turned to face you, his expression softening. "And you feel like you don't belong? Is that it?"

You nodded, a heavy sigh escaping your lips. "Yes. I've always been more curvaceous, but it is more visible here, I see the way men look at them, the way they never look at me. I can't help but compare myself to them."

Oberyn smiled, a reassuring touch to his lips. "Would you like to know what I think? You are like the sand dunes of Dorne—unique, with your own allure. The curves that you see as imperfections, I see as the embodiment of the desert's sensuality."

His words were unexpected, and they left you feeling a mixture of surprise and warmth. "You do?"

Oberyn nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Absolutely. Beauty comes in many forms, and it is not practical to confine it to any one ideal. Your uniqueness is what sets you apart, and it is what has drawn my attention."

You couldn't help but blush at his candid admiration. "Thank you, my Prince."

He extended a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a gentle caress. "You are a treasure, my love. Embrace your individuality, for it is what makes you truly beautiful."

As Oberyn's thumb traced the curve of your cheek, you felt a sense of acceptance and comfort wash over you. In that moment, you began to let go of some of the insecurities that had held you captive for so long, realizing that your uniqueness was something to be celebrated, not hidden behind meek posture or unfitted dresses.

Oberyn, ever the observant man, smiled as he noticed the change in your demeanor, his gaze smoldering as he leaned in closer, his voice lowering to a sensuous whisper. "Remember, my love, it's the curves in the sand dunes that make the desert come alive."

As Oberyn's warm breath brushed against your earlobe, your heart quickened in response to his intimacy. He slowly pulled away to look you in the eye. His thumb traced your lower lip with a delicate touch, sending a shiver down your spine. The intensity of his gaze, as he looked at you up and down, left you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet an unfamiliar wave of desire washed over you, mingling with your newfound confidence.

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achaoticeternal · 1 year

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loving all of you

aemond targaryen x plus size!reader

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- Aemond had first encountered your presence at a council event for the Wardens of Westeros. With your father being a Lord with a notable name, he had brought you along in hopes that you may learn from other ladies of the courts. Your Lord Father would also be scouting for suitors who presented any interest in you.

- While the court discussed more confidential matters, many people had been dismissed until the feast that would occur that evening.

- Though many ladies and maidens collected in the garden for tea, you had dismissed yourself to peruse the library. The maesters back home had mentioned to you the extensive collection of books housed within the Red Keep and you would not deny yourself the power of discovery.

- That’s how Aemond found you. Perched on one of the love seats with a stack of books near you. You would be quickly scanning through the texts, looking for something to peak your interests during your free time here.

- “I believe that most of the ladies have collected themselves in the gardens, my lady.”

- Quickly, you snapped your head around to see the Prince as he stood stoic with an underlying air of confidence. There were many stories about the Prince you had heard in your region. How he was disfigured after his sister’s son cut out his eye, how he was equally cruel with tongue and sword, and how he should be considered a fierce warrior, compared to the King’s Brother, Daemon Targaryen.

- “Apologies, my prince. The gossip of the ladies had grown stale. I did not mean to intrude on the space, just merely see the glory of the Royal Library.”

- That had peaked his interest, which was rarely as common for the ladies of the court to seem so… intellectual. It was a trait he saw in his sisters, and one he could see in you.

- “Well, my lady, you are welcome to explore our collections. But I will have to remain with you for… integrity’s sake.”

- Quickly, your time in the library had developed into a friendship. Moons would pass between when your family would occupy the Keep and return home. For some reason, your Lord father had been continually invited back with the expectation that he bring his daughter family.

- One evening, you sat with Aemond during a feast. Both of you had chuckled at the gossip you had overheard, and filled your chalices of wine many times. Many of the other young people present were currently dancing upon the open are of the floor, while you and the prince remained still.

- “Do you see any young lady who catches your fancy?” You asked your friend with a giggle, “I’m sure that any of them are more than willing to take a prince for a husband, if not just bed them this very night.”

- As you laughed at your tipsy sentiment, Aemond rolled his eyes in disbelief, “None of these girls draw my attention...”

- Aemond went silent for a moment before continuing his idea, “I want a woman for a wife...”

- This statement caused you to laugh more, lightly swatting his arm, “You are nine and ten years and yet you speak of a wife like an elder northman.”

- “You are eight and ten,” Aemond replied back, “Are you not a woman?”

- Your laughter had paused as you glanced at the prince with a strange curiosity, “I suppose I am a woman, but I’m not like any of them,” You replied, eyeing the fine young ladies of the crowd as they danced with the noblemen.

- “I’m afraid I do not understand your sentiment, my lady,” Aemond looked upon you, his expression far more serious, “It is true that you are not like those dull ladies dancing with any lord who approaches them, and yet you seem solemn about that fact.”

- “I do not attend the dance floor as often as they do,” You explained to him.

- “Well, of course you don’t, for you are to busy here at my side unless we choose to partake in the festivities,” Aemond’s demeanor had fallen back to being observant and inquisitive.

- “My prince, I do not get to attend the floor because no Lord or nobleman asks for my hand,” You stated plainly, your jaw clenched from your embarrassment, “Nor should I expect them to when there are finer ladies to ask and to court.”

- Aemond went silent for quite a few moment. One hand clutching the arm rest of his seat, the other firmly grasping his chalice. He stared straight ahead. When the silence had turned too tense for you, you grabbed your own cup, raising it to your lips.

- “I do not know why you belittle yourself with such words and thoughts when you are the very image of the Maiden,” Aemond began.

- At his words, you recalled one of your evenings in the royal library with the prince. Together, you had poured over a book about the Seven and the art created to depict them. Aemond had opened the Maiden section, both of you flipping through the pages until he found one that caught his attention. Your eyes scanned over the depictions of the sweet and good Maiden during the silence. That was until he spoke, his words taking you by surprise that night, “You have the face and the body of the Maiden... Beautiful and divine...”

- You swallowed the lump in your throat as your turned to meet his gaze, “Aemond...”

- “My lady, you must understand that to me, you are more beautiful in body and soul than any other woman here. To me, you are who I see in the Maiden, from the curve of your lips, to the kindess in your heart, and the curve of your hip. There is no one I’ve wanted by my side more than at these terrible feats — why do you think that is?”

- “Because we are friends?” You stuttered.

- Aemond shook his head softly, “Because I care for you so deeply, that for three summers now, I have begged my mother to continue inviting your father and your family to anything that would suffice a stay at the keep. It is also important that you know that I have been planning to extend an offer of courtship to your father before you can leave my side again...”

- At the admission, you took a sharp gasp, nearly speechless, “my prince...”

- “I know you feel the same for me,” Aemond stated quite matter-of-factly, “but tell me, sweet lady, do you feel for me as I do for you?”

- At his question, you glanced from his eye to the floor, “There is no sense in denying what you already know to be true.”

- His hand quickly captured your chin between his fingers, brings your gaze back up to meet his, “Then one day, I plan to have you as my wife, and love all of you... properly...”

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soft-for-them · 1 year

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Being a Lannister - Game of Thrones x plus size reader

Summary: Headcanons of being the youngest Lannister daughter and sibling. The reader is the daughter of Tywin's second wife though there is the rumour that the reader isn't Tywin's child (up to reader to decide because I'm not going to be one of those fuckers who write just for white people by making the reader a full sibling.)

Comments and reblogs are much appreciated and help more people read my works.

A/n: Is this that good, meh. I'm I still trying to get used to writing for the GoT characters, yes. So sorry if this isn't the best dfghjkhgf.

. Tywin Lannister loved Joanna with all his heart but sooner or later people would have begun pressuring him to re-marry and that they did.

. Now Tywin wasn’t the type of man to get peer pressured to marry again by anyone, even by the king, he was never going to re-marry just for the sake of marrying and he knew he would never love anyone more than he loved Joanna.

. A proud man Tywin was, the type of man who shifted his focus on to marrying off his own children rather than finding himself a new bride.

. The sneaky noblemen who paraded there scarcely legal daughters around Tywin thought that he’d fall for their beauty but those men where shunned and judged just enough by the widower so that the women in pretty frocks sent by their money hungry fathers came less and less.

. But alas, Westeros is a place of ever changing kingdoms, Kings and Queens coming and going, wars waging on, people hungry for power through any means necessary.

. So when it came out that Tywin Lannister, the cold hearted leader of the house of Lannister, was re-marrying it came to a shock to some and long time coming for others.

. That’s where you come in.

. There are many rumours about you, some good, others bad but let me tell you dear reader your name will go down in history.

. Now whilst it isn’t good to dwell on rumours there is one that stands out, one that you’ll never escape no matter what you do.

. You see before you were even born, rumours of whether or not you’re a true Lannister ran ramped.

. Some say your mother was already with child when she married Tywin, others say that such noble woman couldn’t even have known about sex for she was so pure of heart so she wouldn’t have been pregnant.

. Regardless, your mother and Tywin where married and you were on your way.

. It was a small wedding but one that showed power to the few that attended, it was a warning to anyone who would try fuck the Lannisters over not to, for Tywin didn’t marry your mother for love or an heir, he married her for an upper hand, for political power, for people to see he could take whatever he wanted even if that was your mother who was a mere lady, the daughter of a small lord who just so happened to own a lot of land.

. Tywin knew of the pregnancy rumours straight away; he was never a fool about the chatters of the maids and cooks who commented on his new wife’s growing belly, he saw the looks of the guards and the other noblemen, he had heard of your mother’s past lover and his deadly death.

. None of the Lannisters where ever close to your mother, she was merely a pawn in a big game of chess, a trophy wife who only the poor found to be pretty and the noble found too plain - rather your mother was more like a trophy left on a shelf to gather dust, useless to most.

. You brother Tyrion had told you once when you were little and sad about having no mother, for your mother passed away when you were just a toddler, that you mother did not care for the Lannisters either.

. He told you in hushed tones that she spent most of her time alone embroidering mythical scenes onto cloaks and staring out into space, your brother had told you that she has a wondering mind filled with what he assumed were thoughts of what could have been.

. Her kindness only stretched out to her handmaid, sometimes to Tyrion himself if the weather was right and of course to yourself.

. Her distance was noted by Tywin, maybe that’s why he always tried to be in your life as much as he could.

. He may have been a cold man but somehow he had a soft spot for his youngest daughter and knowing that he tried with you, even if it was all for nothing in the end, always made you a bit of a daddy’s girl.

. As soon as you were born the old man protected you like a lion with his cub.

. Honestly, he never cared if you were his or not, it was blatantly obvious to everyone if you were or not.

. Tywin had your mother’s land, he held her in his iron grip, she was nothing but she gave him so much that only death could take her away.

. So when she died when you were just a toddler you, bastard or not, you were left to the nannies and handmaids.

. When you were little, old enough to walk but young enough that your legs got tired easily, you followed your father and you siblings around like a lost puppy because the maids and nannies did not care for you and you were too young to be sat in one room all day without fidgeting and having a tantrum.

. In those times if people saw Tywin all stern and stoic walking down the corridor there would always be a little chubby you plodding along behind him in your little frilly dresses with a slightly worried guard behind you.

. Now I might have over exaggerated how much Tywin was around, for yes you did stick to him like glue, however had meetings and other lordly stuff to do.

. So yes, you were with the nannies most days but sometime your father would whisk you away.

. I was quite easy for the head Lannister to pick you up and take you away from your lessons so boring and long.

. Sometimes he’d tell you grand stories of past Lannisters. He never left out details of war but he focused on strategies and political things rather than tales of decapitations and impaling.

. Sometimes these stories shaped like fairy tales filled with real world knowledge came when you followed behind your father other times, on the rare occasion, he’d tell you bedtime stories.

. Tywin would also show you the creatures he’d hunted and killed teaching you how to gut and skin the animals.

. Now you might think showing a child a dead animal and teaching them how to skin them would be scary, and yes you were scared of it as a child, but that’s the thing Tywin was never an idiot so he planned it accordingly.

. Days before his hunt he had told you, you only six at the time, about a creature lurking in the woods killing men travelling and stealing their little daughters. None of the story was true but he wanted to plant the thought that the bear he was going to hunt was the bad guy, he wanted to justify to his sunshine daughter that killing the bear was justified.

. Things like that were fairly common, stories and tasks that where shown to teach you a lesson, to mould your brain into something Tywin would be proud of because he hadn’t do the best with his first three children.

. Each one of your three older siblings treated you differently.

. Jaime Lannister was, dare I say, awkward around you. He was well into his young adulthood when you were born, the age gap between siblings was way too big so he never really talked to you, he was never around you.

. Now it’s not like he hated you (unlike a certain twin of his) but you both were too different for the conversations to lead beyond small talk.

. You were, and still are, a plus size woman with wit and brain, a woman who stands tall and proud but has differing opinions to the Lannisters before her. Jaime was a knight and a man stuck in the web of his sister-lover’s lies.

. Still there was a respect between you both, he protected you like older brothers should and you liked the person he became when he untangled himself out his twin’s grasp even if it didn’t last that long.

. Speaking of a certain twin let’s just say you’ve never like your older sister.

. Well let me rephrase it; she’s always hated you so over the years your distaste for her has grown.

. When you were little and wobbly on your feet you’d look up to her tumbling blonde hair and sharp face and think she was truly a princess but her destain towards you the ‘bastard’ child made her mean and harsh.

. She’d poke at you for being plus size, commenting on what you were eating or even taking food away. Stuff that like would make you angry so you’ve grown and learnt not to take her shit.

. “Take this away, she does not need more food.” Cersei would say when a plate of food was placed in front of you.

That day it was only you, her and some other high born ladies eating lunch and because of her being older (literally she was an adult by then and you still a child) she thought she had the power to take away you food.

Now being used to her you took the plate right in front of Cersei’s face her meal filled with rich foods and expensive produce easily gobbling it down with a smirk.

. She’s also do that thing old sisters do when they insist to do your hair.

. Now if you had the same long straight glossy blonde hair that she had then maybe just maybe you’d let her do your hair more often but considering you hair was much different to hers you had dreaded when she wanted to do your hair.

. She’d brush until you hair got fizzy and dry, pull on your roots until it was painful and she'd clip so may heavy hairpieces in that you felt like you head was going to tumble off onto the floor.

. Now when you were older you flat out refused to let her on step near your hair but as a small four or five year old you could never run away from it.

. She did it on purpose, she liked seeing you hurt but she knew that flat out hurting you with her fists of a knife would get her in trouble.

. All her anger and hatred towards you never made you as angry as her, actually you pitied your older sister so much so that you marvel in the fact that you’d never be as miserable as she was in her life.

. (I'm not going to get started on your relationship with her children.)

. The only sibling you really liked was, and still is, Tyrion.

. Where do I start with Tyrion?

. You see Tyrion was already grown when you were born so there was never any real jealously towards you that he might have felt if he was younger and more angry.

. Yes, it still hurt him that his father loved a so called bastard more than him but his wise mind knew that he must protect you, stop you from becoming like his older siblings.

. He taught you many things, often people would find you both reading together.

. If you followed you father around like a little shadow when you were younger than in your teenage years you followed Tyrion around like one too.

. Just imagine it, a taller plush young woman maybe fourteen or fifteen in a full golden gown following behind the shorter gruffer Tyrion like it was the most exciting thing in the world.

. A curious mind you are and Tyrion finds that endearing.

. You’re one of the first people to stand up for him, and without any consequences considering Tywin’s deep love for you.

. People know not to speak ill of Tyrion in you presents for if they did then hellfire would rain down on them.

. You’re a Lannister after all, you might be kind and wise but there are stories of lords with sword scars and ladies who hardly spoke because they crossed you by speaking badly of Tyrion.

. Often you’re sat next to him as dining tables and royal events, if the man turned up to these types of things.

. You’ve learnt may more things from Tyrion, important things that has helped you survive when other Lannisters have died, unlike the stuff you’ve learnt from your tutors boring and simple.

. There was the normal ‘lady like’ lessons taught to you by tutors like sewing, knitting, music and a number of manner lessons but you were also taught politics and writing, mathematics and the sciences, along with how to ride a horse and handle (and hide) a knife.

. There’s no denying that you are a true Lannister by the way you are; you’re a woman who stands proud but are still secretive, with long flowing dresses rich and almost Queen like that flattered you plush body. With the power to change things with just one pointed look and the wit to not die.

. You survived to see the crowning of Barn Stark, you survived and aren’t hated, actually quite the opposite you are loved.

. Though there are more tales to tell of you (Y/n) Lannister those are for another time.

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Can I request an Oberyn Martelle x plus!size reader I was thinking maybe Oberyn and the reader used to be married until he left the reader for Ellaria they were both a happy normal couple until he met Ellaria and fell in love with her and he cheated on the reader because she found them having sex in their shared home when he left the reader he told her that he was in love will Ellaria and he was going to marry her the reader just told him to be happy when he left the reader was pregnant she raised her son alone she named him Max so the reader had to attend that wedding that they where having and she ran into Oberyn and his wife Ellaria she ran into them when she was trying to talk to Tyrion Lannister about how it’s not good to give her son weapons so he could practice being a freaking hero max was only 5 he just ignored her Oberyn and Ellaria where making out in front of the reader so time passed and when the reader attended the festival max was running trying to chase his new pet that’s a little baby wolf but when he was chasing his pet he ran into the circle where Oberyn and Ellaria where talking max bumped into Oberyn the reader found him and said to be careful and not to run off Oberyn saw the resemblance to himself and max the reader told max his dad was dead to protect him from the ugly truth when max left to get some candy Oberyn held the reader back a asked if max was his son the reader told said yes he asked her why didn’t she tell him she didn’t tell him because he was going to marry Ellaria so what’s the point in telling him ( No happy ending here)

OBERYN<3

i love my fellow bisexual with all my heart.

Bad Omens | Oberyn Martell x Plus size!Reader

inspired by Bad Omens by 5 Seconds of Summer

warnings: allusion to smut, mention of pregnancy, infidelity, talk of body image

wc: 1K

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The beautiful prince of Dorne chose you to be his wife, his little wife is what would he say to you. You always rolled your eyes at the word 'little' because you weren't a frail girl from the brothel, you were plush in the hips, thighs, and stomach. But 'little' was for how much younger you are than Oberyn, the innocence you possess. He loved he could dominate your body and your mind.

You both worked because you were able to submit to him easily. He never wanted to take over your being but you wanted him to. He loved how you would always be there waiting for him with your open heart and legs.

Embarrassment was an understatement for what you felt when your prince was slamming his hips into another woman. Not just any woman but the breathtaking Ellaria who spent nights between your thick loins and your husbands. The nights spent together never separate until the day you found out you are carrying his child.

You wanted to run and hide from the world around you. This love was going to be the death of you and you knew that you promised to be his forever. "I found myself in another, my soul is bound to her," Oberyn's cut deep into you and he just watched you bleed. You didn't want to give the satisfaction of crying over him but you told him that you can not hold the prince back from being truly happy.

Giving up the person who was your air and water was change that made you not see the next day to come. You wanted the hurt to go away and would do anything to not still love Oberyn.

You would have dreams of you crying in his dark brown eyes. You watched yourself die the day he left you. Life was growing inside of you and pushed the dark days because you had to do for the love inside of you.

It was all a rumor that he had another child out there with the woman he once loved. You couldn't bring yourself to let the world tell him the truth and it was best that it was kept as a tale. You would tell people that the child on your hip was a foundling. That the lords gave you a mission to be a mother when you lost a chance of family to a child who needed a mother.

People believe anything they hear so when they believed the small fabrication it made life easy for you to move on from the past life you had ripped from your hands.

When you gave life to a boy your heart was welded back together, he was the spitting image of your old heart. The same dark brown hair, the nose, the pouting bottom lips. As Maxwell got older his curious mind grew with him, asking you to tell him about his father. "Your father, he...he would've loved you," You tried to find the words to explain to the young boy. It was easy to lie, "He's dead and there's nothing we can do change it."

You got word about the wedding of Oberyn and Ellaria from the people in Kings Landing, and you wanted to scream and plead for the news to not be true.

The truth hit you right in the face when you caught a glimpse of the display of affection, seeing his lips attached to hers. Your throat became tight since choking back the tears carried with memories of loving him and everything that was encased with him.

You wanted to rip him from her claws, but the vows were said and done. Your son, looked at you and could see the tears falling down your face. He pulled on the embellishments of your dress, you looked down at him and smiled to play off you were happy for the couple.

Another festival where people stuff their faces. You sat and watched Max follow around his new pet that you allow him to bring everywhere. You talked with a couple of people seated around you, Maxwell wanders out of your sight and knocks into the man who you wanted to keep him from. Your son looks up in horror as he didn't mean to run into anyone. Oberyn smiles at the small boy and looks at him.

He thinks he's looking into a mirror of the past, he sees him as a child. You could sense that your son was in trouble, you excuse yourself and start to look at the grounds for him. You walk upon your son and Oberyn mirroring each other, you wished that ground would swallow you up. Max looks at you and runs to your side, hiding himself behind you.

"Maxwell, go wait for mother at the table," You said as you stepped closer to Oberyn, you waited for the footsteps to sound out of reach. The energy between the two you was high, you wanted to fall in his arms and feel his warmth.

You wanted to be back with him, but he wasn't yours to keep. He searched in your eyes for the answer to his unasked question. You couldn't bare to look at him a second longer.

You turn yourself around and pulled back before you take the first step to walk away. "Is the child of my blood?" The tone of his voice seemed like he was begging. It seemed foreign as the question left his lips.

You kept silent because you couldn't trust yourself to be strong enough to not cry to him. "How did you not tell me this news?" another beg left his mouth, his hand still wrapped around your wrist. The heat from his skin seemed to blister your skin making you want to run away.

"The hidden secret would have not brought you back to me. To bare myself to you once more was a pain I would not put myself through again," You didn't want to be right but your words were the truth for the time. He looked at you like you committed a crime in front of him. "You bounded yourself to another and my love for you is greater than ruining your chance at having heaven on earth." you choked on your words.

He saw how selfless you still were, how willing you were to put him before yourself still after a divorce and bearing his child. "You don't owe me or him anything. All he knows is that his father is dead," Your words washed over him and Oberyn wanted to give you the life deserved. To be kept and cared for but it will never happen again.

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lunenights · 1 year

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DATING HELAENA TARGARYEN HEADCANONS

Helaena Targaryen x Fem!Reader

a/n sorry i haven’t posted in a bit, hope you enjoy <3

• Helaena just loves you so much.

• You make Helaena so happy, she knows she can be herself around you.

• Helaena tells you all about her bugs!

• She gets so excited when you ask about her collection :,)

• She definitely has bug related nicknames for you.

• “My spider, My butterfly, Little bug.”

• If you don’t have a dragon of your own, Helaena takes you for rides on Dreamfyre.

• If you do, you and Helaena go on rides with your dragons together.

• Whichever one, you guys always have the best time!

• You guys are always holding hands <3 Doesn’t matter if its full on fingers intwined or just holding pinkies :,)

• Any chance you get, you and Helaena are definitely dancing!

• Helaena can definitely escape her psychotic family with you. You are her calm place and she just flourishes in your company.

#helaena targaryen #x reader #helaena targaryen x reader #helaena x reader #hotd helaena #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd x you #game of thrones #fem reader #plus size reader

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warmaidensrevenge · 2 years

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Other works Masterlist

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One shots for Eddie Munson

Requests Self Indulgence

Long Distance Love (Request) Comfort ability

All bets are off (Request) Stormy confession

You’re a witch(Request) Torn hearts

College love (Request) It’s you

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Oh Baby (Request) Like Magnets

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We love each other Part 1 & Part 2

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Vampires Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 & Part 6

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Papa Eddie Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, & Chapter 10

Eddie vs Steve Part 1, Part 2 &Part 3

Steddie Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 & Part 7

Always seen you Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14 ,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22 & Part 23

Love and Pinball - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 & Part 8

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Joseph Quinn and you Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 & Part 6

My boyfriend Joseph

Joe vs Bill Part 1, & Part 2(Request)

Spanish Singer

Bates Motel

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Koner Please

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athena-writes-i-guess · 1 year

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Prompt: “I think I love you, you idiot.”

Warning: language, very very very light hurt/comfort but mostly fluff, friends to lovers(really lovers to official lovers), pet names

A/N: a bit longer then I normally write for these, but I got a little carried away haha. Hope you enjoy! Was this based on something I said in my D&D game on Friday? Yes. I was very proud of it.

“Lady Y/N,” Eddie looks at you, his eyebrow was quirked up as he sent you a cocky smile, “it’s your turn.” He says, gesturing at the game map on the table in front of him as he sat in his throne.

It was Friday night. Hellfire night. The best night of the week. The night where you got to play pretend with your favorite people. Your favorite of them all being Eddie Munson.

You looked him up and down, a small confident smile rested on your face, “How many hit points does this guy have?”

“Let’s just say he looks pretty fucked up.” Eddie chuckled as he leaned back in the chair, his arms rested on the armrests as he laced his fingers in front of him. He locked eyes with you, his large, owlish, ones sparkled in amusement.

“I’m going to walk up to him. I place my hand on his shoulder as I just ever so lightly graze the tip of my sword along his cheek and I say, ‘Now do you want to feel the sting of my blade? Or would you like to actually walk out of here alive?’” The group around you made various “oooohs!”, but your eyes were locked with Eddie’s. He stared you down, face unchanging as he sized you up.

“Roll an intimidation check.” He said simply.

You rolled your D20 and watched it bounce along the game map, “15 plus 9, 24!” You shouted.

Eddie’s face broke out in a large smile and he clapped his hands together loudly as he laughed. “He flees! As he should, I wouldn’t want to cross Lady Y/N, right boys?” He asked the room as the rest of the party shouted their excitement at the victory. “That’s it for tonight kids, see you next time.” This was met by a few groans, but eventually the room dissolved into loud chatter as everyone got ready to go.

“Hey, could you stay after?” Eddie asked once you finished packing up. You felt your heart hammer in your chest as you nodded your head.

You and Eddie had an interesting relationship you could say. Not quite together, but definitely not just friends. You’d hang out together, seemingly as friends, and end up making out on his couch or in the back of his van.

You wanted more, so much more with him. But you didn’t want to lose what you had now by asking for a commitment. Eddie was sweet, more than he let on to anyone but you, so you knew he would at least let you down nicely. But you weren’t sure if you could face him after the rejection.

Your relationship was very physical when you were alone, but it was also incredibly emotional at times. With the two of you running to each other in your hardest of times. Eddie told you things he had never told anyone, and let himself be more vulnerable with you than he had been with another person ever. What you had was special, and you didn’t want it to end. You just didn’t want to hide it anymore.

The room cleared out and as you said your last goodbye, you looked around and found yourself alone with Eddie. The room felt charged, with what you weren’t sure, but there was something new and intense sparkling behind the look the metalhead sent you. He didn’t break eye contact as he sauntered over to where you were standing at the other end of the table.

Eddie wasn’t great with personal space, he usually managed to get into peoples bubbles somehow. But when you were alone, it’s like personal space didn’t even exist. His hands were always on you, as if they were magnetized to your skin. There was always practically no space between you two, as he always kept you flush with him. And if he had his way, his mouth would be kissing any part of you he could reach at all times. It’s like he was obsessed and couldn’t get enough of you, but only in private.

His hands found their way around your waist as he pressed you up against the table. He gave you a heated look before his lips came crashing on yours. You felt him smirk against you as you let out an involuntary moan into the kiss. Proud to be the cause of such a response from you.

“Christ sweetheart, that last line you said. It was so hot.” He said in between hurried, feverish kisses. “My girl, such a badass.”

“My girl”

Not a new phrase, but one you couldn’t stop thinking about once you heard it. Why would he call you that just to keep you hidden?

“Eddie.” You gasped out once he started kissing along your jaw. He let out an appreciative hum against your skin as you said his name. “Eddie, wait.” You managed, pulling yourself from his affectionate assault. He pulled back, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes half lidded.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He cooed, a fond look on his face.

“What is this Eddie?” You blurted out, the metalhead cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What is this? What are we? We do this every couple days, but only in secret. You call me your girl, but only alone.” You stammered out quickly, watching Eddie closely as you did. “Are-are you ashamed of me?” You asked finally, you couldn’t keep the hurt and insecurity out of your voice.

Eddie looked surprised for a moment but quickly shook his head once he heard how upset you sounded, “Sweetheart, I’m not ashamed of you at all, or what we have.” He started.

“Then why aren’t we public? Why am I hidden away?” You interrupted.

Eddie sighed and brought his forehead to rest against your own, he looked at you through his lashes, “Cause I didn’t want to make your life harder here. You already have a hard enough time being the freak of Hawkin High's friend, imagine how much worse it’d be for you as my girlfriend.” He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was working up to something, “I was finally gonna ask you to be mine at graduation, then we wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. I’m crazy about you Y/N, you have to know that.”

It was your turn to look surprised but you recovered quickly at the uncertain look on his face, “I don’t give a shit about what these assholes say Eddie. I’m fucking crazy about you too, and I don’t want to wait.” You said firmly, a confident smile pulling at your lips. “I think I love you, you idiot.”

Eddie looked utterly shell shocked. You love him? He hadn’t heard someone say that to him in years, only his mom and Wayne had ever said it. The last time he heard it from his mom was just before she died, and Wayne at her funeral. He had no idea how much he had missed hearing it, how much he needed it. And now, the person he knew he loved was here saying it to him. He wanted to cry, but wouldn’t, not now. Not when he could be kissing you instead.

“I love you. So much.” He whispered seriously. He pressed his lips to yours again, not hungry and feverish like before, this was slow and careful, like you could break under him. He wanted you to feel that he meant every word.

You melted into each other, fully drowning in the possibilities of this new relationship that neither of you were aware of the sounds of running footsteps coming up the quiet hallway outside. “Hey, have you seen my binder I think I-” Dustin's voice rang out as the door slammed open.

You pulled away from Eddie with a little squeak of surprise and found the 3 freshman boys standing in the doorway. You and Eddie stared at the boys, who in turn stared back at the two of you, arms still wrapped around each other.

“Oh my fucking god! You have to be shitting me, I knew it! Mike, you owe me 10 bucks!” Dustin yelled, pointing at the two of you with a huge smile on his face.

“I guess there’s no keeping this a secret now even if we wanted, huh sweetheart?” Eddie whispered with a chuckle as he pulled you from the table, holding your hand firmly as he grabbed both of your stuff.

“Oh not a chance.” You laughed, following him as the younger boys bombarded you with questions.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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Loyalty

Aemond Targaryen x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3628 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is closer to Aegon, which is unacceptable to Aemond, who is in love with her and always has been

(Disclaimer: I despise the brutality against women used as a plot device for 'entertainment' so any SA or ickiness regarding Aegon doesn't exist in my universe. He's still a burden on the realm and uber pathetic tho)

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You had always cared for Aegon.

He could be challenging sometimes, you knew that better than anyone, but that didn’t change the fact that he was important to you. As children, he would share his toys with you and tell you stories of worlds far beyond this one.

Things changed as you got older, of course, but he was still Aegon. It didn’t matter how crass, cruel, or drunk he got.

He was your truest friend, and that meant that you were willing to put up with certain things for his sake.

At this moment, for example, you were listening to him drunkenly ramble about battle strategy and knights he figured he could best in combat over dinner. Did you particularly care about either of those things? Of course not.

…but Aegon did, so you listened all the same.

Just as the rest of his family did, because like it or not, he was the firstborn son and this kingdom was his to inherit.

One member of his family, in particular, was less than thrilled with this arrangement. At the other end of the table sat Aemond, the second son of King Viserys Targaryen, drinking from his own goblet to keep the bile from rising in his throat.

You had to be kidding.

Did you truly find his brother that interesting? It wasn’t possible that you actually believed him capable of besting Sir Harwin Strong in hand-to-hand combat. Aegon could hardly stand on his own most of the time.

He would die in a fight like that, and Aemond knew you were clever enough to know that. Still, you said nothing as he continued his rant.

You just kept listening, with a soft smile playing at your lips, as if his idiot brother wasn’t an embarrassment to his bloodline.

“I know for certain that I could have been a knight, the best knight there ever was” Aegon spouted, slurring his words lightly toward their end and earning a soft giggle from you as you imagined what that would look like.

It was a lie.

Aegon didn’t have what it took to be a knight by any stretch of the imagination but your laughter wasn’t so much about what he said. More than anything, it was about Aegon. He was drunk, as he so often was, but in moments like these, it didn’t matter.

This was how he’d been as a boy too, and that was the part that amused you. The slight glimpses of the dreamer he’d been before the world had robbed him of his right to dream.

Before he’d turned into nothing more than a man, seeking out his own pleasures, even at the expense of every other.

“I think I would quite like to see that” you mused, sipping from your own cup, though you weren’t anywhere near as under the influence as he was. You had been nursing the same goblet all night, one cup for Aegon’s seven.

It wasn’t really a challenge, but like he so often did, Aegon took it as one anyway.

“I would venture I could even beat Aemond, if he’d be brave enough to face me,” he added, shooting his brother a look that did sort of alarm you. It was beyond harmless musings about the knights of the realm and famed warriors.

This was a bit more personal, and you didn’t like where it was heading. “I could even cover an eye, make it fair for him”

Naturally, in his drunken state, Aegon’s movements were clumsy and rash but the implications when his left hand came up to cover his eye were just as impactful as they would have been if they’d been delivered sober.

You were silent for a moment, your gaze shifting between the future King’s lopsided grin and the sharp glare of his younger brother.

He knew that he’d been insulted, and you didn’t expect him to forgive it, but shot him a look anyway. It was small, but the message was clear.

You were asking him to ignore his brother’s ill conceived attempt at humor.

“Alright, perhaps you should slow down, Aegon” you suggested finally, resting your hand gingerly on his wrist, all but forcing the cup in his hand back to the table’s surface the moment he once again attempted to lift it to his mouth.

He had already been drinking most of the day and as the sun slowly retreated from the sky, it was certainly time to stop. Your fear for what he’d do if he didn’t was only furthering your insistence.

Not that you could make that clear outright.

“Y/N’s right, it’s about time for everyone to turn in” Alicent agreed, shooting you a thankful glance as she stood from the table, glad that she didn’t have to step in. The King had already gone back to his chambers, and with her leaving, everyone else was sure to follow suit.

Alicent had always been glad for the bond you shared with Aegon, though she didn’t understand it, especially in moments like this.

You were probably the only person who could have ever gotten him to do as you asked without the tantrum that normally followed. “Goodnight, your Grace” you called, watching as she and Helena retreated from the room, leaving you, Aegon and his brother alone in the room.

In the back of your mind, you were aware that Aemond was still watching you, his blue eye unwavering as he studied you, but you didn’t have time to figure out why.

Not before his brother once again pulled your attention to him instead.

“I’m not finished” Aegon tried, bringing the chalice back to his lips only for Aemond to scoff over your shoulder.

He would truly never understand how his brother had managed to survive this long, much less maintain his place in line for the throne. He had no real business being there, and he wouldn’t, if it hadn’t been for his birthright.

Though that would just be among the list of things Aemond didn’t understand, like why you were so determined to take such good care of his pathetic brother, when you got nothing back in return.

Aegon would never show you the same courtesy, not in the way he would, had he been in his place.

“Yes you are, it’s time for bed” you spoke softly to your oldest friend, but your eyes had found their way across the table to Aemond and his now sour attitude.

It was no secret that he and his brother didn’t exactly get along, but you didn’t understand what had happened tonight that was any more irksome to him than any other night. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d insulted him, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Every night with Aegon was essentially the same, and no one was more used to that than Aemond was. Not even you.

“Will you take me?” the firstborn asked, that twisted smirk finding its way onto his face once more as he grinned, never ceasing his drinking even as he spoke about being done drinking.

Normally, one of the servant girls would be tasked with trying to get the future King to his chambers, but between his cheery mood this evening and the silent appreciation you’d gotten from the Queen, you figured you were up to the task tonight.

“If you promise to behave, I will take you” you agreed, finally reaching over to snag his cup from him completely, the stem held delicately between your fingers.

Again, Aemond found himself swallowing back more than just wine as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.

Did the two of you really have to do this every night? Aegon was married after all, and if his mother had anything to say about it, you would be too, soon enough.

It was so far beneath you.

In Aemond’s opinion, his ridiculous brother could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve a moment of your time, but clearly, his believing that wasn’t enough to convince you. At this point, he feared nothing would.

“Are you serious?” he finally called out, not even bothering to hide the ugly tone in his voice. It was practically dripping with emotions, but whether that was jealousy or disgust, he wasn’t sure.

Perhaps it was some mix of both.

“About what?” you hummed, your focus not leaving his brother even as you spoke to Aemond, ignoring the clear upset in his voice in favor of getting the future King to his feet.

Because even when he was speaking directly to you, Aegon was all you could ever give your attention to.

Aegon was basically dead weight when he drank like this, and it was going to be quite the task for you to get him into bed without accident. Not that the servant girls complained, each and every night when they took the job.

They simply did what needed to be done, and you weren’t about to be any different. Those girls deserved a break from his drunken antics for once.

“I could get someone to do that for you. It isn’t your job to make sure he gets to bed” This time, Aemond was sure to monitor the venom in his voice, fully aware that it wasn’t getting him anywhere anyway.

If Aegon had spoken to you like that, you would have stopped everything to assess its origin, but from Aemond, it was almost as if he hadn’t opened his mouth at all.

Why he even bothered at all at this point, he wasn’t sure.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you assured, draping the blonde’s arm over your shoulders and heading toward the door without a second look at his brother. The second son, the man who dreamed of taking care of you instead of forcing you to care for his every need.

The man who had been hopelessly pining over you for all the years you’d known him, but who you’d never once actually seen.

Left all alone at the table.

You were able to move quietly through the halls, finding Aegon much less drunk than you’d originally assumed once he got to his feet. His steps were clunky, and he’d been whisper-yelling in Valyrian at you the entire time, but he wasn’t totally helpless.

He’d had enough to fully give up on the pretense of his birthright, but not enough to be slobbering on your shoulder, which you had enough cause to be thankful for. In the past, he’d not been so gracious.

“Alright, go to sleep now Aegon,” you cooed, pulling the covers up over him and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. “In the morning, we can take a walk around the garden”

The only answer to your suggestion came in the form of gentle snoring, which made you smile in spite of yourself as you left the room.

It seemed to you that the only time the prince got any peace was when he slept. He hadn’t always been that way, but as the days passed, you found it harder and harder to ignore the way the world was changing him.

You weren’t blind to the truth.

It was just as obvious to you that Aegon was a disaster as it was to everyone else. You knew that he was a coward and a fool and that the care you had for him was the only thing keeping you from sharing the ire for him that so many others felt.

You knew that, but the truth remained that he was your oldest friend and you loved him for that, despite his many flaws.

You were many things, and loyal seemed to be chief among them, even if sometimes you wondered if your faith in him was misplaced. Would Aegon be a good King? You weren’t sure, but you knew that you would be by his side until the day he proved undeserving.

The Lord’s chamber door closed softly behind you and gave way to a long dark hallway, which you maneuvered expertly. You had taken the walk between your chambers and Aegon’s a thousand times and you knew it like the back of your hand.

Still, you couldn’t account for everything.

For example, you never could have expected to be grabbed from your path until it happened, and you found yourself standing in an adjacent room instead of the long expanse of the hallway. You couldn’t see it that well, with only the moonlight streaming in through the window available to help orient yourself.

It wasn’t an altogether distinctive space at first glance, but it didn’t take you long to place it anyway.

The grasp your kidnapper had on your arms remained, even as the moments ticked by, and while it wasn’t tight or uncomfortable, it gave away the perpetrator in an instant.

Aemond.

No one else was capable of so much selfish aggression while also maintaining such a tight composure. No one else would have cause to take you from the hall, and certainly no one else would have the gull to do so.

Still, for whatever reason, apparently the blonde had decided to snatch you from your normal path and was now just holding you here, a foul look on his usually handsome face.

“Care to explain yourself, my Lord?” you scoffed, removing your arms from his grip as gently as you could, and trying to figure out what could have possibly gotten into him.

It didn’t make any sense.

Never had he attempted something like this before, and you couldn’t work out what was going on, no matter how hard you tried.

“My problem? My problem is that you couldn’t possibly be more of a fool” he started, essentially ignoring your justified response in favor of his own feelings.

He couldn’t watch it anymore.

It was bad enough that his brother was a bumbling idiot without any care for history or culture, or any actual skill. He couldn’t have the throne, the realm, and the affections of you.

That would simply be too much.

Especially when he deserved it so much more. .

“What are you talking about? How much did you have to drink tonight?” you wondered. You were used to Aemond being moody, and he could be unpredictable sometimes but never had he put his hands on you like this. Never had he spoken to you in such a way.

It didn’t make sense, and if you were being honest, you didn’t like it. This was something you wouldn’t have given a second thought coming from Aegon, but here, with Aemond in front of you, it confused you.

Aemond scoffed, clearly not finding your care for his well-being as endearing now that it was aimed at him. Even an hour earlier, he would have been thrilled to have even an ounce of your affection, but not now.

Now, it was almost an insult.

He was so tired of being the second son, and the second in line for everything. Just once, he wanted someone to pick him over his idiot brother.

“Not nearly enough. Perhaps if I drank more, you’d actually look me in the eye”

That got your attention.

You were silent for a moment as you considered his words, and what they could possibly mean in regards to this conversation.

It was an obvious jab at his brother, but it still didn’t help you understand what all this was about and you were torn. You didn’t know how long you were supposed to let this go on or how you were supposed to react.

On one hand, you never would have wanted Aemond to be upset but on the other, you couldn’t exactly explain being alone together in the dark, in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t technically allowed considering that you were both unmarried, and while the Queen was fond of you, you were certain she wouldn’t like this.

You sighed, taking in the distance, or lack therefore, of space between the two of you before you finally broke your silence. “Aemond, enough of this, what has you so upset?”

Your voice was soft as you spoke, hoping to get him to calm down enough to actually speak to you. He had always been the more rational of the brothers and he was certainly better at communicating.

It was one of your favorite things about him, but right now, he sounded like Aegon and you didn’t like that one bit either.

You put up with Aegon out of care for him and hope for the kind young boy you had once known him to be, but Aemond was better than that. You enjoyed his company, and the time you spent together was time you treasured.

You didn’t understand why he was so angry with you tonight.

“I don’t understand why you love him when he treats you so poorly. What has he ever done to deserve your affections?” he wondered, his tone matching yours almost instantly.

It hadn’t been his intention to yell at you, and it certainly wasn’t something he wanted to do, but one man could only take so much. At some point, he had to make it so that you saw who he was, and what he had to offer you.

Of course, Aemond would have preferred a heartfelt declaration of his feelings, in a room where he could actually see the sparkling of your eyes instead of this, but it was no matter.

Even if it had to be like this, little more than a hushed whisper under the cover of darkness, all that mattered was that you heard him.

…and what choice did you have after something like that? What had Aegon done to deserve your affections? You weren’t sure.

Granted, if you’d had time to think about it, you may have had a reason. You may have been able to explain the many reasons you’d chosen him as your closest friend but right now, you couldn’t think of a single thing.

All you could focus on was the way Aemond was peering down at you with so much intensity and the way his right hand had slowly snuck back up to your wrist at your side, fiddling with the fabric trim of your sleeve.

All you could see, and feel, was him in a way you’d never experienced before.

“I don’t know,'' you muttered finally, feeling a bit pathetic as you willed your brain to work properly. You had never once been stunned into silence by the presence of another person before, and it didn’t make any sense.

What had changed? You didn’t know. Apparently, in this moment, you didn’t know much of anything but instead of mocking you as Aegon would have, Aemond simply nodded.

That was what he thought.

You were so used to being devoted to his brother, and had been for so many years, that you didn’t even know why that was. You were so busy constantly doting on him, and dealing with his every thought and feeling that you didn’t realize it was meaningless.

“I could be so much more for you, if you’d only let me” Aemond’s words surrounded you the moment he spoke them, and like the crashing of waves, you realized what this was.

He wasn’t angry at all.

Aemond was hurt.

All this time, he was under the impression that the reason you remained by Aegon’s side was because of a longing, forever to be unfulfilled, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

You did not love Aegon, and it was not Aegon who made you feel as if you could breathe for the first time in all your life.

That title belonged to another, though he had clearly been just as blind to the truth as you had before now.

“I do care much for Aegon. He’s one of my oldest friends, but I have no desire to be with him,” you clarified, feeling the need to get that out in the open first and foremost. Getting a bit braver, you took his wandering hand in your own, giving it a testing squeeze.

It was so strange, knowing someone so well and not at all, all in the same moment.

Aemond tensed slightly at the touch, almost as if you’d struck him, largely because this wasn’t what he’d expected at all. In truth, he hadn’t had much time to consider anything at all regarding this conversation, but he never would have predicted this, not with all the time in the world.

“What do you desire?” he asked, his tone barely audible and inconceivably small as he tried to wrap his mind around how he’d gotten to this point.

You, the one he’d always dreamed of, were so close and yet still so far away. He felt as if he were to breathe, he may ruin it all, and that just wasn’t worth the risk.

Gingerly, you collected your thoughts, for once deciding to let your own desires out way those of everyone else.

Aegon didn’t matter, the opinions of the nobility didn’t matter, and really, Aemond didn’t either. In this moment, all that mattered was you and what you truly desired, stripped bare of all other things.

“I quite think I’d like to be cared for, for a while” you hummed, your voice equal parts certain and wavering as you tried to take a role you’d never known a day in your life.

If Aemond meant as he said, he would take care of you and that was something you desperately wanted. You just weren’t used to asking for the things you wanted, or even, needed. It wasn’t something someone of your standing had ever known.

…But, perhaps it was time to change all that.

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𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 | Pevensie's blood

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!reader

– words: nevermind.

— 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝. may contain( I really dunno) mature language and might some violence. If you're a minor, DON'T READ.

— summary. your house has been forgotten in the darkness for too much time and that's enough, as your parents doesn't has a male heir, although they don't really care about this anymore. Nonetheless. both em wishes you to marry well, besides knowing well how Westeros is within it's kingdom's is a cruel world to be a woman, your mom wishes the best for ye, a young and clever maiden. Your mom seeks for a betrothal marriage, the revelation of your presence leaves everyone with an astonished look, whose people thought that the Pevensie bloodline was gone, though what really put them with a triggered face is that you, you got for yourself a dragon, making you been seen as a threat as well someone meant to be respected in such a young age.

However in Westeros, you are now not only a damsel in distress but also a pawn for this sick game of thrones, therefore you catches everyones attention with ye cleverness and sassy tongue.

details. your mom is the only Pevensie, except by you, that remains alive, she was betrothed to a Stark Lord, your father, the house Stark has kept this secret for themselves all way long. Cregan Stark does respect your family and house, they'd be there to aid you whenever it's needed, plus house Pevensie by its own have a bunch of soldiers, people that swore loyalty to ye family. — Emrys is bigger than Balerion, yeah, I know.

Note's: English is not my mother tongue, however I hope you folks might be able to enjoy, then be easy on me and if there's any mistake I would be glad with feedbacks.

♥︎ – if you liked. (+ Reblog – if you liked)

The cold weather created a tough path that you ye mom and retinue had to face so could make at King's Landing, the weather wasn't the only problem, it was an worse situation, time before you sat foot in the targaryen land's, your family and servants passed through the northmen, paying them tributes and giving lord Cregan Stark some gifts from your homeland twas distant from those lands, however your mom and you needed to keep on track.

You were apprehensive, thinking that appearing out of nowhere without any warning and just showing up at King's Landing was madness, that your mom went mad and also your father whose agreed with, you have just nineteen years old..

"Well... I know I have to marry, but so suddenly? Who would be mad to marry a crazy maiden who's rides a bloody enormous dragon, and not even having a targaryen or velaryon blood or valyrian culture! They might think that I had stolen them or suppose that this is a sick prank"– you mentally talk with yeself.

Oh, who knows? Sometimes you have intrusive thoughts and anxiety issues, causing you being agitated, your thoughts just ease when a low feral hums behind you, making you feel on ye skin a warmth breeze, its breath as if was wooden sticks recently burnt, Emrys.

Emrys, his snout pokes your back softly interrupting your thoughts; it was his way of showing that he cares about you, so when you become unquiet, anxious or stressed, he knows. Then he'd try to help, even if he wasn't subtle he'd try anyway help you, since the day that you both connected (or the day you claimed him and won his reliance after helping heal his front paw, you could've die in that day, however he didn't did anything to you).

– I know, I know, Am I doing this again, ain't I?-you crossed your arms hugging yourself. — It's just...It's just this overwhelming and uneasy feelings.-you turn to face the huge dragon, poor boy had to turn his head to one side, so he could see all of you with one of its eyes.– What am I suppose to do when we arrive in King's Landing? What if the dragon in there attack us and what about the first impression, you know, the first impression it is what matters.

[Emrys huffs uninterested, he knows due to his size, he'd eat all of them if they tried to hurt his precious rider]

You breath in and out, calming down.

– I have you.- emrys tilts his head, he doesn't exactly knows what you meant, but he feels and tries his best at interpreting you.- I guess with you, dad and mum, I don't need to freak out, just be spontaneous yeey.-you try to cheer youself up and Emrys.– We will soon leave Winterfell, o geez, here is like living inside an ice cube, what a place! Lucky I which have an amazing dragon, in which just standing near is warmful.- you caress his scales, but stopped when you hear two well known voice. –Lykirī.

Sybilla Pevensie and Ivar Stark, Cregan Stark middle brother, a year younger, then well, you're half Stark, but carries the House Pevensie family coat of arms, the reason was simple, you were the "only" child, no. You're an older sister, your mom and dad two years ago had your younger sister, but that's not what we're talking about. You're the one that needs a husband, you're old and your parents desperately wants you married, well your mom, she cares about the future of House Pevensie, the blood, the precious Pevensie's blood, why? Once your mother said that your blood is somehow magic and she wouldn't accept it's extinction.

– Are you freezing my dear child? -your father smiles to you and wow, seeing him using traditional Stark clothes you knew; he was in home, comfortable with it's kin. You wave your head hurrying in ye dad arms, hugging him.– My little cub, these clothes ain't enough? Should I demand the serves put on more clothes in?

– Oh no dad, it will pass.- you hope so.– Eventually, I guess I am not prepared to this weather as I thought I would be.

–It's my fault, I should've bring our family more often here, your uncle said this as well, he almost couldn't recognise you and got surprised when I showed your sister.

– And where is the lovely brat?

– (y/n), don't call her by this name, couldn't just say baby?

You rolls ye eyes, Emrys just enjoyed the time for a nap while you were talking.

– She is with her uncle and auntie, and I dare to say, Cregan is not happy that you with your mom will go to King's Landing just to find a betrothal marriage, he'd confirmed for sure, that he could find a fine men here in the North and...-your father is trying the same, he didn't want you to marry someone else, well he is your father, it's understandable his denial. Your mom cuts him off.

– I said that you wanted to choose by yourself, if it didn't work well in King's Landing, we'd come back here and just giving a spoiler so we could leave this freezing realm, I will go with you to King's Landing with some servants and soldiers, your father and sister will stay here.

– What?Why mom?!-oh no, why dad won't go?

Ivat tried to say something, but ur mom replied quickly.

– Because my young maiden, he have to solve some business with his brothers and it's brethren, me and you can't waste time, ok? The path to King's Landing might take days or hours, we got nothing to lose.

Mom's right, what if the Prince in King's Landing is already married and I lose my opportunity to share my thoughts and doubts about dragons that they've could answer.

– Then... Is this a goodbye papa?-you stare at your dad who waves positively his head, you hug him again, tightly.– I'll miss you, can I see my little brat?-you look at your mom and dad, your mom denies with a soft smile, your dad huffs moody. – OK, that's good, if she sees me and cry I know I'll come back right after her, postpone our mission.

– Yes, we can't wait anymore, each seconds counts.-Ivar look at her with a grumpy mood, he doesn't like being apart of her.– I know, I'll be careful and our girl will be safe, Emrys is by her side and you promised me to look after our baby, Odette.

– I assure you my dearest woman, if something bad happens with our baby, it won't be me who would kill, Cregan and his wife already loves her, she's with them at this moment.

– Oh, it seems my baby melted their heart.-she kisses your father.– We will be back right away.– methapor. Favoravel

...

The minutes has passed, you were in barouche with mom, before we left, Cregan and his people wishes you a farewell: – Farewell, my dear (y/n) and Sybil, before you go, a wee reminder, remarking if someone out there mess with you, both of you are Starks!

'Yeah, uncle Cregan would aid our house whenever it's needed, but everytime he refers us as Stark, he misses his brother, I guess he didn't overcome the fact that my dad uses Pevensie as his surname and not Stark.'

– Of course! If someone tries anything bad, for sure I'll use the surname as my advantage, soon we will come back! -your mom waves from inside, you do the same but sending kisses in the air.

[TIME BREAK]

It was a long travel indeed, you were bored, you wanted to go with your dragon flying around in his backwards, but the weather was awful and you could probably hurt yourself, why? You didn't have a saddlery so it was pretty rough fly on his dorse, thencenforth you usually use proper gloves, shoes and even clothes, sometimes it was painful but you got familiar with it, Emrys dorse in a special part didn't have any thorns/horns, your perfect spot.

– Is he following us from above, innit?

– Yes, since we left Winterfell... –you tried to see him out of the windon.– Mom do you think bringing him out of nowhere won't scare the other dragons? They might become nervous and attack us.-Sybil sees reflexive for a moment.

– We will see, let's hope that nothing bad will happen.

This doesn't help you anxiety, what if they'd attack? A lot of intrusive thoughts runs through your mind thinking the worse, one leg start trembling, hitting softly the barouche floor. Your mom swift touches you length.

– Whatever will be, Will be, my dear daughter, mommy will be there for you, besides we also can count with our men, we are not heading to a dangerous path without being prepared, just... A reminder, we don't need tell about our magic's blood, right?

You shake your head in affirmative.

– Well mom, at least we stopped at some point and took a great shower, we will appear tidy, that's a relief.-you babble looking out of the window until you sees amidst the foggy clouds a spot stirring. - Smart dragon.-you sheepishly whisper with joy.

Before you make a surprise entrance, your mom demands to stop the barouche, she would go inside first (which you disapproved) and you? You would go with Emrys, on his back and wait for a special signal.

– Are you certain of that mom?

– Yes, I'll handle them, just because your father is not around, it doesn't mean that due me being a woman they will do anything, at first sight they will complain but when I show this pendant.-she pointed at the necklance she's using, it was made out of pure valyrian steel based silver, it's older than even Aegon The Conqueror existence, and is well preserved, a signal of loyalty and intimacy, soon it will be yours. ‐ the king mayharps know what it means, hope it is not too late so the truth of the song of ice and fire been told and avoid bloodshed.

The pendant was made of valyrian steel, purr silver, carrying on a figure of a Pegasus, the symbol that represents your House, a gift from the House Targaryen to House Pevensie due to their intimacy (with no marriage, just reliably), a symbol from a long past friendship, when Valyria lived.

– If you sure, I'll just do my part.

– Good, your part of all of this is to be a good calm girl, go with Emrys now, he waited his friend rider for too long throughout this travel.

You give her a big smile hugging your mom.

– Thank you, go ahead, I will be right behind you, I mean... Right above you.-you chuckle kissing her cheeks, before you get out of the cabin she holds you and kisses your forehead.

– My young lady, just don't mess your beautiful braided hair.

You laughed getting out of there.

– I will see with Emrys, see you soon and take care of yourself, my marvelous mom, because we might play the ugliest game, if not avoided.

– Go.

...

At the gates of King's Landing your mom faced a little trouble with the guards, but gladly it was solved with no fanfare. A knight had to accompany them but before Sybilla were able to enter, the Knight had to talk foremost with Ser Harrold, for permission, Harrold, a lord commander of the kingsguarding so he could let her come in.

Ser Harrold doubted the knight and even threatened accusing him of lying at such critical conditions right after the petitions of Driftmark , the knight then said "If you doubt of my loyalty and my disposition in favor of your Grace, the King, see for yourself her carriage my lord, her knights said she could ease our King pain, I rather die right now over lying, I saw it will my full eyes, the symbol on ghe flags around the carriage." what a bold man.

– Show me where she is. If this is a treat or fantasy it will be considered an act of treason, if she lies and kill herself the King, all of them must die.- the knight said nothing more and just guided the way.

Before Harrold could reach his way near the barouche, Pevensie's knight put himself in front of it.

– My Grace wishes quickly for an audience, she knows somehow how this moment is cruel to your King's realm, yet as her sworn knight Lod Commander, she pledged for urgency and her desires is at her orders to take, she wants to talk directly with your King, she might explain everything, Ser Harrold Westerling.

How could they know his name if the true Pevensie were all dead, weren't their lands and Highlands ruined a year before the Valyria doom?

Harrold tried to contest, but the knight said the same thing, tough he changed the sentence in last minute: "– We are here in peace and with gifts, my grace can't loses her patience nor time, if she lost it, her temper might affect all us." After that Harrold understood and quickly ran by the other knight side back to the Palace room, a few minutes ago he was able to hear a muffled roar, he thought it was the dragons from around in the dragonspit, but his consciousness says otherwise.

At the Red Keep room where everybody were gathering, Ser Harrold entered in a rush with a grumpy face. He leans his head to whisper something into the king ears which won Princess Rhaenyra, queen Alicent and the rest of the Velaryons and Targaryens attention, not metioning the handmaidens and witnesses.

Viserys first of his name looks shocked as if he could faint at the knight words which Rhaenys tries unriddle, whatever makes the her cousin looks like that is when something really bad happened or something else that might be seen in his sight wondrous, but what was it? She cannot decipher.

– Let her come in, treat her as a guest.-Viserys says to Harrold who waves positively and get himself out of the room, Alicent was desperately by his healthy as well Rhaenyra who also tried to say and bring the maesters.

– What was that dad?-Haelena question softly.

Alicent changed stares between Rhaenyra and her husband waiting also for an answer, Lord Hand is stranged.

– A wondrous visitor, my child.

Lucerys change glances with his older brother as if them could mentally talk; "Do you know something about this?" – "I don't, it seems neither mom nor Daemon knows about it, even the one‐eyed is curious."- Indeed, Aemond didn't get his sight our of the huge doors.

It was when a big entrance with fours knights entered the room, two carrying Spears entirely made of a well known steel by Daemon and the other two with sheated swords made of the same material. Viserys is trying his best so he could see what is a head of him, is this a dream? The armors of Sybilla knights carries a Pegasus on their backs and a symbol of the same animal on the center.

– A friend that comes for help, apologise for being late, there she comes, A Queen sent by the old Gods that now is out of her homeland, far from Essos, far from their Highlands there she comes to see our King, Sybilla of House Pevensie.

The lads couldn't stopped themselves from staring the knights with their weapons and now after the declaration, there she's.

Wearing a long black dress with red in honor of the colours of the house Targaryen, Rhaenyra stared your mom dumbfounded, Jacaerys and Lucerys couldn't stand their feet anymore, what is all of this?

King Viserys were speechless by it, he didn't even seen bothered by her got herself called Queen inside his Castle. Then Sybilla walked forward, followed by her guards and a man carrying a medium box in hands.

Sybilla bows kneeling before the King, and waited for his voice.

– Rise...Sybilla of House...Pevensie.

She obeyed the man, everyone at the background were muttering:– As you wish, your Grace.

– You...Are really what they've said?-his breathing is worse than ever.

– Yes, your Grace, I am a Pevensie, an only heir, yet I know that wasn't invited and We might not be seen welcomed... To the party.-she looks down on the floor seeing fresh blood, where is a Targaryen there's trouble, cliché. – King Viserys, first of his name and King of the Iron Throne, I would like to speak freely as I don't wish to waste your time, neither the time of your family nor guests.

– Continue...-he says weakly.

– Most of you all must been doubting of the veracity of my House name and if I am a real Pevensie, extinguished more than thousands of years ago, so to proof what is the truth.- she puts her necklance out and holds so everybody could see the round steel based silver jewellery, in a side was a symbol of a Pegasus, on the other the symbol of the Targaryen House, the Dragon with it's three heads.- Your Grace, shall I continue before it could be late?

Otto Hightower changes glaces over Alicent who seems lost, Lucerys were amazed by the jewelry.

– Please.. This opportunity is... A great delight.

– My house, indeed was destroyed and our first homeland also condemned by the doom, but the real doom was our ignorance and secretiveness, we used to known great things that we didn't shared with ours brethren, yet the time when we tried to share, the spirit of envy ruined it all almost provoking our last bloodshed, glad the gods were merciful and here I stand at full length and your grace.-she approaches her body to the throne but stopped.– I would like to share with you and your personal maester a medicine that could skin over your open wounds and give you furthermore month's or years living and...-Alicent bold enough to cut your mom speech asks.

– Viserys, do you believe what is she saying? Is it safe for you?-she pledge touching him.

Before your mom could continue Rhaenyra step in.

– Lady Sybilla, could you assure it, do you have any proofs?- "mom..."-Jace touches his mother's hand.- Just in case, you know?

Aegon in the same time he was bored he also finds interesting.

– Of course, princess Rhaenyra and... Consort Queen Alicent.-she tilts her head maneuvering for one of her servants near the doors using a cloak, not showing his identity until now, the man lowered it's hood revealing a deformation not only his appearance but also half of his whole arm, some fingers missing, but miraculously all of his body is now healed.

– My good Queen saved my life, your Grace.-the old bald man bows.– She saved my life so I could stay alive with my family and also, her realm most of all pregnancies succeed, blessed is their house name, she traveled all this way so she could help you, she thought she'd be welcomed.

Viserys couldn't bear what his ears were listening, with Daemon helps with Alicent by his side, all eyes following Viserys just during to stare at Sybilla.

– How much is for... This impossible miracle?-he asks our of breathe.

Sybilla smiles, Ser Otto thought all of this was false, nonsense, yet for now he's believing, someone new is coming to the game.

– At this matter, I would likely speak only by your family presence or if you'd like to go now and apply what I brought to you...-he replies quickly.

-Everybody out!- the guests leaves one by one grudgingly, the gossip would spread sooner or later.

Minutes of a dreadful silence.

– Please, Lady.. I mean, your Gra...

– Lady is fine, your Grace, I'm a foreigner in Westeros, you're the King.-she continues.– I beg you your grace for simple things, two of 'em, first... I'd like to restore our houses friendship, not only with the Targaryens but also with the Velaryon.-Sybilla looks at Rhaenys who is more than ever interested and Rhaela.– And offer you aid, I know about the conflict on Stepstones and the issue with Driftmark inheritor plus the problems with the fleets and it's ships, your Grace, I have men willing to fight, the war and troubles might not be my problem... I have not only an army, but I've enough money, I have spice trades, extract, food, fabrics which I'd like to share if our intimacy were to be restored.

– How come?-Daemon step in.

– M'sorry?- Sybilla stares at Daemon whose can't believe.

– How come you're doing all this? Why you left your homeland, do you intend take something of the King, what do...-Rhaenyra touches Daemon arms, Viserys also shussing him.

Sybilla sighs in awe.

– Sorry for my impetulance, I must be right on the goal, I mean... Target.-she pauses.– My price and pride is more than anything that I said before, yet again I must remind that I've talked about men willing to die, an army, but for what? Why Am I doing this? Because of my precious daughter.

Viserys eyes softness, Alicent worried face is now way more than interested, she eager for what may come now out of the Queen" Sybilla's mouth.

– Are your daughter in danger?- Haelena blurted, shyness overcome her again.

Sybilla denies with a soft smile.

– Not anymore, again, I don't have only weapons that men can use, not only white weapon but also a fire one.

– What do you mean by "A fire one"?- Rhaenys question.

For the gods forsaken will them stop interrupting her? Viserys is almost dying(literally) by curiosity.

– We've got a Dragon.–silent fills the air.– My daughter five years ago, at her ten-four years old found one and she claimed it, how? I don't even know how because as far as I know House Pevensie never married neither Targaryen nor Velaryons, so this is why I'm here today, because she begged me for years she pledged me and my dear husband to come to Westeros.

– Are you married? With whom?

– A Stark, that now uses Pevensie as his surname.

– Don't tell me he is...-Otto whispers, Aemond looked at his grandsire:"what?"

– Rickon Stark middle son, a year younger than Cregan Stark.–Daemon suggests slightly amazed, but he won't tell, Rhaenyra was out of breath, Sybilla Pevensie, an angel that came out of nowhere bringing good news, she must act quickly.

Damn it, Rhaenyra thought, she already betrothed Jace and Lucerys to the Velaryons, but what if she... She doesn't even know if you hand is already taken, gods be good it would be a no. However she's not the only one thinking about a brethotal marriage, Alicent since Sybilla mentioned a daughter thought it too, Aemond was free and Otto thinks the same when both of them for a millisecond changed stares.

– Indeed he's my husband.-Sybilla continues.-Before any more question, my mother made the Stark promises an oath, creating their own son a false death so no one would suspect of a marriage with some one unknown, but this is not the time to the my fairtale.

– Do you... Have an egg?-Viserys asks, your mom's face turned dark for a moment, yet were followed by a bright smile.

– Only my daughter could answer your question, your Grace.

–Well, I'd like to see her then and...As you said and I would like you to continue, tell me more about why you want to aid us, please everyone, pay respect to our guest and don't interrupt any longer.

– Thank you, your Grace.-Sybilla bows.– I'm here today because my daughter asked for it, she's nineteen years old and rides a huge Dragon.

Jace and Aesmond thought the same:" As if wer possible, Vhagar and Caraxes are the ones".

–[...] I'm afraid she could fall and hurt herself again, she's stubborn I dare to say, but is brave enough to ride a dragon with no proper supplies, though now she wears proper gloves and shoes, she'd also would like to learn more valyrian, at our castle we used to have a septa whose taught her, unfortunately eventually she passed by old age, it has been over a year, but there's more.

Rhaenyra and Alicent all by ears now, not only them but count with Jacaerys and Aemond interest, Rhaenys read Rhaenyra face, she would need one of her boys, the eldest at least.

– Go head.-Viserys awaits.

– She doesn't know, not completely, she knows that one day she'll marry, it's her duty to go ahead with my bloodline, years has passed and now is kind an urgency for me, though I would've liked she chooses by love, then I'd propose a...

– Betrothal marriage?

Aegon muttered under his breath: " geez, she's fucked up." Viserys firstborn son looks at his brother face and sees where his eyes is on, staring with a challenging look at Jacaerys who chooses to ignore him.

Sybilla waves positively her head, she won't say anymore, she's fat fattedup.

Rhaenyra sharply look exchanged Alicent, but both of them know, who you will supposedly marry it's your choice.

– And where is your daughter?- Viserys didn't care about the Betrothal insinuation, he wishes to see the dragon and it's rider.

– She's not used to be la...- A guttural roar near the Red Castle is now heard, an animalistic sound and the Lord Commander shut his eye:" Gods be good, I was a misconception."

Lucerys and Haelena ran towards the windows so they could see what was that, not only them, Jace and Aemond ran as well.

Rhaenyra whispered something to Daemon, Daemon just waved his head slightly in agreement and holds his brother, the King that was excited.

– Before we go, your Grace, I'd like to treat you first, mayharps the Queen and the Ser Harrold, plus Prince Daemon could help?-Sybilla suggest.

– Please, Lady Sybilla... I'd like to see your daughter's Dragon first, but I now you're right, would you like to dine with us?

– It's a honor, your Grace, I accept.

– Her daughter is also invited.-Alicent proposes.

– Undoubtedly, my wife.

...

You finally found a place that Emrys could stay near the castle, you go down cautiously out of your dragon who also help you by lowering his size.

– Thanks ma boy.- you fix the dress that you were using, you're not smelling bad, but unfortunately the lowers part of your dress is not as in a good state as it was.– Mom is gonna kill me.- you stand in front of one emrys eyes.– Is my hair messy? Please be honest.

The Dragon huffs which makes you step backwards, it was a yes, when you touched the back of your head and felt all of your braids dismantled, in a hurry you try to fix, but the only way was letting your hair free with its natural beauty.

–Woah.

You turn to see the voice owner, oh shit, it's a bloody beautiful boy.

Emrys lifts his head towards the boy, but before he could do anything you touch his scales.

–No, Emrys, Lykirī.-you whisper.

When you blinked, you were surrounded by teenagers, close age you guessed, but not only them, adults were coming too. Emrys is now calm and just stares at everyone, seeing if any of them would harm you.

– Fucking hell, that woman wasn't mad when she said her daughter have a huge dragon and...-Aegon was interrupted.

–Four legs!? FOUR?-Lucerys is blank.

Should you say something or just let them talk without thinking twice? You don't mind, yourself was lost when you saw the brunette as well he was infatuated with you, and then another young handsome white haired come at sight.

"Here just have handsome boys? Oh goods... My intention is not that! Stop thinking dumb brain!"

– Hm... Hello?-you wave in the air you hand stepping in so everybody could see your figure.– Yes, his name is Emrys and yes, he has four legs.-you try to sound extroverted, but you're shy, shy at first sight.

– Sorry for our lack of manners, princess ...?-Jace tries to approach you, but Emrys whiffs as a warning, you put your hand on his snout.

– Emrys.- you look with difficult at him due his lengthy.– My name is, (Y/n) Pevensie, don't need to call me a princess since I'm not at home, and yours is...? -you says in a sing songy accent.

– Jacaerys Velaryon, but you can call me Jace.

Emrys whiffs in warning again.

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If Emrys could speak, he would just say: "mind your own businesses, brat".

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Masterlist

Links broke on the old ones, so here's a single, much more organized new one. All fics tagged appropriately on their respective pages, including relevant content warnings. Enjoy!

The Boondock Saints

Eyes On You - PDA exposes one of Connor's kinks (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Just Being Neighborly - a locked door, a broken elevator, and the beginning of a night they’ll barely remember (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

Getting Mouthy - Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth (Murphy x reader, smut adjacent)

The Grocery List - In which Connor learns not to snoop (Connor x reader, smut adjacent)

Last Rites - the Saints’ final mission (angst, MCD)

Starving - Connor and Murphy loving on their lady (Connor x reader x Murphy, smut)

Two Saints and an Archer - Connor and Murphy MacManus were vigilantes on a mission from God before the zombie outbreak, now God only knows how they ended up with Daryl Dixon, reclusive redneck and crossbow extraordinaire. There’s no doubt the three of them can survive the apocalypse, but can they survive each other? (gen fic, crack, crossover)

Warrior Shepherds - They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. (Connor x Renata x Murphy)

The Phantom of the Opera

Another Alternate Ending - didn't the Persian give Raoul a gun? (gen fic, crack)

Supernatural

A Dangerous Game - Ten years. No more and no less. Now the clock has run out and it’s time to negotiate a new deal with the King of Hell. (Crowley x OFC/reader)

A Work Of Art - after sealing the rift and trapping himself in an alternate dimension, Crowley gets the chance to observe humanity (Crowley x plus-size reader, fluff)

The Familiar Winchester - a spell of Rowena’s has unexpected results (gen crack, Sam and Dean)

The Fast Lane - After Rowena’s magic brought her back from the dead, Charlie still can’t find any peace. On the open road, with the witch as her reluctant companion, there’s no telling where she’ll find it. (gen hurt/comfort, Charlie and Rowena)

Friction - Friction: 1.) the clashing between two persons or parties of opposing views, 2.) the force that resists motion between two bodies in contact (Crowley x Gemma, smut)

Geek Squad - It's a quiet afternoon in the bunker until disaster strikes. (gen humor, Sam and Dean)

Going Up - "One aspect of humanity it was taking time to get used to was how bloody slowly they had to move." (Dean x Crowley, smut adjacent)

Graceless - After his release from the Winchesters’ dungeon, Crowley’s hold on the throne of Hell is more vulnerable than ever. Determined to strengthen his claim, he seeks to produce an heir with his mistress, young Annabel Allan, a human with no family and a powerful secret she doesn’t know she keeps. (Crowley x Annabel)

Heir Of Nothing In Particular - On the edge of another apocalypse, Cas and Crowley contemplate life, emotion, and all things human. (gen fic, Cas and Crowley)

Hell And Apathy - “Sam and Dean, but not her Sam and Dean…she trusted her friends with her life, and whatever the hell was going on with them right now…they were far from the men she knew.” (demon!Dean x reader x soulless!Sam, smut)

Howling - “The court was nearly returned to normal…as normal as Hell can get, at least…” (gen, Crowley and demon!Dean)

If You Need Anything - when everything starts getting to you, your friend Cas is there to help you keep going (Castiel x reader, hurt/comfort)

Original Prankster - Your favorite fictional hunter turns up in your kitchen, and your boyfriend knows more about it than he’s letting on (Gabriel x reader, crack)

Pie and Produce - kitchen fluff (Dean x Tara, fluff)

Ridiculous And Needy - “You really need to lock your doors. Anybody could sneak into your room and leave a few surprises in your closet.” (Crowley x reader, smut adjacent)

Roadside Assistance - “…when Crowley got the text from the bunker’s other resident, he didn’t think anything of it…” (Crowley x reader, FicFacers 2020)

She’s Buying A Stairway To Heaven - “His grip felt a lot more reassuring than any stranger’s had her entire life, but she supposed being menaced by a girl who committed suicide fifty years prior had a way of making things like that a little less odd.” (gen casefic, Dean and OFC)

Something You Don’t Know - a few mishaps on a hunt leads to a few confessions (Sam Winchester x reader, fluff)

Topeka Calling - Cas has caller ID. That hunter from Topeka has an itch. Dean just wants a refill. (gen humor, Cas and Dean)

Welcoming Committee - A tragedy prompts a new start for Sam and his son Jack (fluff AU, Sam and Charlie)

Why Can't There Be A Santa? - "There's no point in wasting that, because there's no bearded guy in a red suit coming to drink it." (gen fluff, Weechesters)

With The Touch Of A Button - One last End Of All Things, one last solution (gen crack, Team Free Will 2.0)

The Walking Dead

Bad Influence - “Her warmth was sinking under his skin until it felt like a little fire flickering through him…her voice soft and her words so full of that hope he was starting to think nothing could destroy…” (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Blue Into Black - Beth was a good girl, but something about Daryl Dixon made her want to be bad. Sequel to "I Don't Mind" (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Can't Tell Her No - Beth found something in her cell, and she can't wait to try them out (Beth x Daryl, smut)

Caught Staring - Beth goes for a walk in the prison yard (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Entertaining - Beth is expecting two certain someones for dinner, and nothing could possibly go wrong (AU, Brickyl Week 2018)

Get Bit - Maybe if he’d just left that damn door closed… (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

I Don't Mind - He’d never done anything like this before, never had an ongoing thing with someone. Whatever this “thing” was, cause damned if he knew. He’d never wanted to hold someone’s hand before, and he’d damn sure never wanted to kiss someone…not before Beth. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Keep Singing - Daryl in Alexandria (Beth x Daryl, angst)

One More Song - The war is over and peace has been a long time coming, and it comes with someone Daryl thought he’d never see again (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

The Parting Glass - a long night with memories and regrets (Negan x Lucille, angst)

Robin and Marian - They called him Robin Hood… (AU, Beth x Daryl)

Rushing, Racing, Running - They always had to be ready to run (Summer of Bethyl 2018)

Take Care Of It - Beth has been thinking about Daryl, and she’s kept it to herself so far. Now, though, she might let him hear about it. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Talk Like That - You don’t talk back to him like that and get away with it. (Negan x reader, smut)

Trade You - “He needed somewhere to cool off, somewhere with a decent breeze that wasn’t crowded with people seeking his attention…” (Negan x Wendy)

Wake Up, Dollface - Negan visits after a shared glance (Negan x OFC, smut)

While You're Awake - Daryl can't sleep, and Beth doesn't want to. (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

Why Ain't I Running - They never built a wall that high/Or made a chain that strong/And God ain’t never made a place/I felt like I belong (Bethyl Smut Week 2018)

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marilynthornhilllover · 8 months

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Hi, can I have a fic where r has been working out all day because she has a photo shoot in 2 weeks and has to lose a couple pounds so she's been overwhelmed and over working herself and Rebecca is worried so she plans a all girls day with r to get her hair done, nails done and buy skincare products and makes r feel loved, oh and can it be black reader plz!thank you!!

All the enjoyment

Rebecca Welton x black!fem! Reader

Warning: stress,overthinking, negative thoughts, and pure fluff!, and money spending😌, princess treatment also⭐️

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You had gotten up early just to hit the gym. You worked as a model for a modeling agency and there was an upcoming photoshoot you had to plan for. There was a specific dress you had to wear because of the theme, 'game of thrones' but the only problem was, it was too tight. It was your size, but the material of the dress was tight. You had 2 weeks to plan for the photoshoot which was a small amount of time to lose weight but you decided to try anyway.

You woke up at 3:00 am to get some work in before you got ready to go to work. You stretched as you sat up against the head board and sighed. You truly hated being away from Rebecca, even if it means just going to the gym. That's why you were happy when Rebecca installed a gym to your home, a huge mansion you didn't even know she could buy. When you first met Rebecca you didn't even know she was smoking rich and when you found out you didn't care, you just loved her for who she was and how she treated you. Rebecca was a billionaire and spent every penny on you.

You kissed Rebecca's forehead as she slowly stirred, sighing before chapping her lips in her sleep. You smiled softly down at her as you removed yourself from the bed making sure not to wake her up. You pushed your feet in your fluffy pink slippers that had your name on them that Rebecca had bought for your birthday. You wrapped your robe around your body and walked into your walking closet. You looked around and saw that Rebecca had already picked out her outfit of the day clothes.

A pink tight, above knee skirt, white blouse with a white fluffy vouis Vuitton jacket with Paris Hilton black bow heels. You liked the outfit choice but you wanted to see it on her. How the skirt took up her curves, the way she would strunt in her heels effortlessly, it was a heavenly site. You picked out your work out outfit, wearing a sports bra and black Nike leggings with platform filla shoes to make doing planks easier.

You grabbed your gym bag and filled it with a towel, water bottle and chocolate. You came out of the closet and looked at Rebecca who had manged to take up all the space on the bed not knowing you were gone since you placed both your pillows on your side to make it seem like you were still there. You smiled at the adorable sight and gently opened the door closing in behind you as you walked downstairs. Since the house was huge it was a long walk to the gym. Walking there was an entire workout by its self.

You opened the door and turned on the lights. You got started on your work out starting with a 30 minute warm up. You didn't even know how much time had gone by it was now 4:30 am which meant Rebecca was getting up soon or already up.

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Rebecca groaned as she felt the absence of your body against hers. She got up and adjusted to the darkness in the room, rubbing her eyes of the sleep. She sighed as she stretched over and grabbed her phone. She checked the time and groaned even louder. She wasn't supposed to be up til 5, so what were you doing up? Plus you weren't the best morning lover. She got up and walked out of the bed room. She turn on some hallway lights to see where she was going and went downstairs.

She cursed herself in her mind for buying a house as big as Disney land and not being able to find you now. She was worried, scared and confused.

She heard you running from the gym and she opened the door to see you on the treadmill. As you heard the door open you looked up at the big wall mirror. You smiled softly at her and stopped the machine.

" did I wake you?" You asked turning around and smiling at her baby sleepy face. She walked up towards you and hugged you regardless of your sweaty body.

" it's hard for you to wake me in a house twice as big as America. I mean if you were screaming for help I don't even think I'd hear you" she spoke rolling her eyes dramatically. She looked up and you and pouted tucking a strand of sweaty hair from your face.

" I missed you in bed" she whispered in a baby tone.

" I know and I'm sorry but remember I told you I have this photoshoot next week?" You asked and she nodded folding her arms listening attentively.

" Well there's this dress I have to wear because of the theme but the material makes a tight for me, so I have to lose a couple pounds...... in 2 weeks maximum" you spoke, Rebecca's eyebrows furrowed at the last words standing up straight, she placed her arms on her hips.

" That's ridiculous" she spoke half angrily half confused.

" that I can't lose weight in 2 weeks?" You asked smiling but it wasn't genuine. You had a lot of pressure on you and you needed Rebecca's support.

" no, baby what ever you put your mind to you can accomplish I believe in you but what their doing is ridiculous, if the fucking dress can't fit get a you a new one " you could see the anger in Rebecca's eyes, if she found out who the photographer was she'd kill him or her. You sighed as you stretched your muscles feeling sore and your body limp from the tiredness and unnecessary work.

" you know what your not going to work today, neither am I" she spoke walking out of the gym room and over to the kitchen. You followed behind her confused but happy.

" why?"

" because I want you to enjoy yourself, what ever you want to do we'll do it" she spoke standing around the counter, you smiled at her and quickly went around to give her the biggest hug.

" so what do you want to do?" She asked turning on the coffee machine. You pulled out your phone and started to scroll through your list of stuff you had planned for the end of the month.

" ok so, I'm gonna get my hair,nails, toes done and get some skincare products also I want us to make Italian lasagna tonight so yeah" you spoke happily.

" Your wish is my command my love" Rebecca spoke smiling as she handed you a cup of coffee. You both had breakfast and had a decent conversation, about plans for the day, social media and your life in general. Rebecca got a phone call about the office and a up coming game offer so turns out she did have to go to work. After you both got dressed Rebecca gaved you her credit card and dropped you off at your hair appointment.

" when your finished with everything I'll come pick you up, or maybe when I have lunch break I'll come see you" she spoke before giving you a soft kiss on the lips then leaving. You waved her goodbye before entering the building.

" hi! Good morning! Are you y/n?" The front desk lady asked.

"Good morning! Yes i am,I'm here for a hair appointment down stairs in room 24 then a nails and toes upstairs in room 36" you spoke showing the lady your confirmation codes from the stylists on Instagram. She wrote down your name and made a call to the stylists to confirm that you had arrived, after she showed you where you had to walk to get to your hair appointment and for your nails and toes you had to take a elevator then turn left and straight down to the right.

You smiled and thanked her before walking down to your hair stylists, turns out you and her went way back since high-school and she was a good friend of yours.

" hi girlfriend it's been way to long, I haven't seen you and your bird nest since like forever" she chuckled, you rolled your eyes at her and sat in the chair.

" so what are we doing today" she asked looking at you through the mirror. You showed her two hairstyles on your phone and you both picked between French canerows or goddess box braids so you ended up going with both. She took off your bonnet almost cried when she saw how much hair you had.

" y/n why couldn't you just relax your hair instead" she said frustrated.

" because I don't want to sammy plus god knows in not consistent enough for that" you said with sass laughing at her face.

" this is going to take forever" she mumbled. She turned on the TV and put on a good netflix show and brought out some snacks and drinks. You both had good conversations catching up on stuff and laughing at old jokes. After 2 hours she was finished and you thanked her and gaved her a hug. You gaved her a tip before leaving.

After you came out you saw the lady at the front desk eating lunch so you checked the time, it was 11: 30 which meant Rebecca was already on her lunch break.

" you hair looks nice by the way" the lady said, you turned around and smiled at her.

" thank you!" You responded before entering the elevator.

My wife😌💍💞: hey babe, how are things going

You: hi, my love ! I just finished my hair, so I'm going to my nails and toes appointment now.

My wife😌💍💞: oh that's nice! I'm at the grocery store with Keely I got the stuff to make the lasagna are you hungry? do you need me to bring you something to eat?

You: actually Sammy, gaved my snacks while she was braiding my hair so I'm not that hungry but I will order something and let them deliver it so don't worry about me, also tell Keely I said hi!.

My wife😌💍💞: oh ok! will do! Also what style did you go with?

You: you'll see when I get home ;)

You got out the elevator and walked straight down to you next appointment. The lady was really nice and welcoming. You showed her your nails inspo and toes inspo . After 4 hours of endless work you were finally finished. It was now 3:30 which meant Rebecca doesn't get off work till another 30 minutes. You texted her you were finished, so she got her driver to take you home with the groceries so you could get started on dinner.

After you got home you decided to change into something more comfortable and wear Rebecca's fluffy bunny slippers. You oiled your hair and got started on dinner. You were almost finished with everything when you heard the front door open. Loui your dog started barking and you smiled because you already knew who it was.

You peaked around the corner to see Rebecca slipping out of her heels and into her house slippers as she placed her bag and keys on top of the door table. She sighed as she smiled softly smelling the delicious food coming from the kitchen. As she was about to enter the kitchen you jumped out infront of her screaming. She flinched a little but didn't scream.

She shook her head and smiled. She gasped as she saw your hair.

" You look so pretty baby!" She exclaimed hugging you. You did a 360 spin so she could she everything and she was in awe.

" so you got the French canrows and the goddess mixed together! This is so cute my love" she spoke stroking a braid.

" yep and it's called the heart freestyle braid. Oh and look at my nails" you spoke extending both hands for her to see. She gasped loudly as she saw the design.

" theses are so cute! There better than mine, I gotta get a refill, your stylist is so creative" she said playing with a charm on the nail. She looked down and spotted your toes. Rebecca was like a little kid on Christmas getting all the presents they asked for but didn't know they were actually going to get them.

" theses! oh my gosh!!! Babe you've got style!" She shouted bending down to see the design on the toes. After she gaved you a soft kiss on the lips before heading to the kitchen with you. You both ate dinner and talked about your day before watching a TV series that had just aired. After you both took a shower together and went to bed, cuddlingin eachothes embrace.

" I love you" was the last word you both said to eachother beforedriftingoff to sleep.

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Koner please.

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A/n: Yes I love this. He barely has any dialogue. So I can add whatever I want. This is a long one. So make some time. Or save it for later. Whatever you want. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: I was wondering. Do I still need to do this? Because of the community label thing. Hmm let me know. 18+ smut for the sake of smut but more towards the end, language, violence, torture, death, sexual implications, drinking, suggested rape(but didn't happen) and as always not proof and no word count.

Summary: Years of pain, years of torture, years of pinning after the one you most definitely can't have. Would he know what was true love if it was staring him right in the face? Probably not.

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Since children you have been friends. Together when you were born. Together when we're just little ones. Together now as you both came to age and so close to be wed. Not to each other though. Koner and you have been living a life of servitude. You, a lady in waiting to Lady Sansa Stark. Koner, a member of Winterfells guard. It was a lonely life, one that you wouldn't have chosen for yourself. But you had your father and you had Koner. It was never lonely for Koner though. Being a strapping young soldier he was very popular with the ladies. Taking a tavern wench or two. But now his sights were now set on the new arrival. The Lady Mary. A wretched woman you now have to serve as a handmaid to. It seems as if every night Koner was sneaking into her chambers, while you kept him out of trouble with your father. You were quite annoyed with him. How could he choose a married woman over you? You have been his best mate all his life but he never saw you. Never saw how much you cared or how much you loved him. Sure you weren't the prettiest maid in Winterfell, or the thinnest. You were blessed with many curves and thighs that touched. Maybe that is why he was just your friend. Or maybe it was because of the extra fabric you needed for your dresses. Or possibly it was because he saw you as a sister. Either way your love was not known or returned.

One cold night you were summoned to Lady Mary's chambers on the south side of the castle. You lived on the North side with your father and with kroner just across the way. Walking across the courtyard during one of the coldest nights in Winterfell, you ran into ser Koner.

" What the hell are you doing out here? Where is your cloak?"

You rolled your eyes. " Nice to see you too."

" It's freezing out here."

"Please we're Northerners, this cold is nothing. Besides your beloved asked for me."

" Mary? What for?"

" No idea. She's really needy that one."

" Needy for this cock." Koner cackled grabbing his equipment.

"You're disgusting."

He smirked. "Here take my cloak."

You raised your hand in refusal. "No thank you. I'm not in the mood for a lashing tonight"

Koner furrowed his brow. "Why would you get a lashing?"

" Well you see, your mistress is very obsessed with you"

" Well yeah who wouldn't be?" He ogled at you

"Me."

" Oh common love. Just admit you love me." He took off his cloak and wrapped it around you. You tried to protest, but he wasn't having it. "Just to the door."

"Right. Just to the door. You know you need to be careful Koner. I can't protect you if her husband comes."

"I don't need protection. Besides he's old and decrepit, he wouldn't set foot in Winterfell."

" Let's hope not." You finally approached the entrance of the south end.

"Now get inside before you catch a death of a cold."

"Do not tell me what to do."

He rolled his eyes. "You're the worst... Please my love. Will you please go inside? I need my best mate to be alive and well."

" That's better. You better hurry. Father will have your head of you're not at your post." You pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around him. You left your hand on his chest for just a moment. His heat radiating through his armor made you feel flushed.

" What's the matter?"

You looked up into his beautiful dark eyes pulling your hand away.

" Uhh just be careful. The dire wolves are on the hunt tonight. Wouldn't want them to mistake you for a fawn, with how big your eyes are tonight."

" I will be love. Now hurry. Can't keep my girl waiting." He gave you a hug and tugged your hair lightly before he took his leave.

You looked at him fondly wishing you were his.

If you only knew the burden I carry in my heart for you.

You took a deep breath and went inside.

You approached the chamber door and knocked. It swung open immediately.

" M'lady." You bowed

" Thank goodness." Mary said. "What took you so long? Is your weight slowing you down?"

" I'm sorry m'lady."

" Well, are you just going to stand there or are you coming in?"

You nodded and followed her. Closing the door behind you.

" Right I need you to change the linens. Poor Kony made such a mess. After, run me a bath."

" Yes m'lady."

" And make it quick. You know the dire wolves love fat maids."

You could have made the bath water scolding hot. So hot that it could burn her skin right off for that comment. But then you would probably be hanged. Instead you found the roughest, itches bedding you could find in hopes she would sleep awful that night. Tired of her snarky words, you had planned on asking Sansa to return to her favor.

...

"I HATE HER FATHER! SHE REPULSES ME! SHE'S A FUCKIN MONSTER." You went into the small kitchen screaming your head off. Not noticing Koner at the table stuffing his face as usual.

" Whoa now! That's no way for a lady to talk." Koner smirk with a mouth full of eggs and bread.

Your eyes flashed with anger. " Oh piss off!"

"Oh common love. She's not a monster."

" Fuck you! I was speaking to my father."

"I was speaking to my father" Koner mocking you.

" I will end you. And I will make it look like a bloody accident." You threatened pointing your finger at him.

" That's enough you two. It's too early for such nonsense.... You bicker like you're married already."

" What!?" You and Koner said at the same time

" Yeah. Isn't that what's going on between you two. Aren't you courting my daughter?"

" What?! Absolutely not. She's basically family."

Right like a sister. You thought

You didn't respond to your father's question.

" Well that's good to hear. I was wondering when you were going to ask for my permission."

" No need to worry about me sir. I love your daughter. But I have my eye on a sweet one." Koner gave you a wink and a grin.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his head lightly.

" A'right you two. I have business to attend to. Koner, stop annoying my daughter. Sweetheart, don't kill your best friend and be nice."

" No promises" you said giving your father a hug before he left.

You turned back to your mate. He was giving you a cheeky grin with so much food in his cheeks. He looked so cute.

You moved closer to him and narrowed your eyes. " I hate you so much you know that."

His eyes widened and he chewed slowly. You stared at him for a moment before the look on his face made you smile.

" Oh you tease. I really thought you hated me." He said pulling you onto his lap.

Your smile instantly faded and went into a frown.

" No Koner. Stop it. I'm too heavy." You tried to get off but he held you firmly.

His brows moved down and closer together. " What are you talking about? You're not heavy at all."

" Don't lie to me."

" Hey! I do not lie. You're perfect. If my heart hadn't already been taken, you and I would probably be married by default."

" Thank you. You really know how to charm a woman." You looked into his eyes and leaned back. "Hold on....Lady Mary has your heart?"

" Well no. Not really. It's not like I love her. She's just a good fuck."

" Good... you deserve better."

He tilted his head and smirked. " And who might that be? Wait- what's that?"

You looked around trying to find what he was talking about.

" No that smell. " He pointed his nose in the air and sniffed. " It's you."

You turned back to face him. He moved his head only inches away from your neck and took a deep breath in. It made a heat grow in your stomach.

" Is- is it off putting?"

He put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you so close you could feel him breathing you in. Your eyes roll back at his grip on you and your heart was racing.

" No. Not at all. It smells heavenly. What is it?" He was still holding onto you.

" umm it's a new wash I made." you swallowed. " Honey oats, milk with a touch of vanilla."

He hummed into your neck. "Could I have some? For Mary. I hate the smell of lavender. That's all she has."

All the feelings you were having were gone in an instant. You pulled out his grasp and went to wrap up a bar in parchment paper and twine. Nearly crying. But you tried your best to mask your heartache. Once you were finished you handed it to him.

Koner took the package and couldn't help looking at the scars on your hands. He remembered when you got them. He was training to be a guard and he hadn't eaten in 3 days. You had stolen a tray of meat pies and a large pitcher of ale for him. The head cook Martha normally wouldn't have cared if you took things. But those were made special for king Roberts visit. You didn't know that and Martha had whipped your hands until you were all bloody and bruised. You always did things like that. Always getting hurt or disciplined for him. He never asked you to do that for him. But you did. With you saying that they would be easier on you because of who your father was. And that you were a woman. Which was true. If he told Martha it was him who took the pies, he wouldn't have hands. But he loved you for that. You guys have been so close for years and he really did feel like you were his family. You and your father took him in when his parents were killed in the Invasion Of The Ironborn. He hated Theon Greyjoy ever since. He believed that Ramsey Bolton gave him what he deserved. But after saving Lady Sansa from the bastard, Koner respected Theon. Country, duty, and honor were very important to Koner. So Theon going through all that and still fought for Wintefell was commendable. He would be happy fighting side by side. He was thankful for you and your family. The care that you and your father showed him was heartwarming and he loved you both.

After handing Koner the soap, you went to get yourself a cup of tea.

" So what happened last night?" He asked, finishing his breakfast.

"Ugh! She had me cleaning up the sheets. Full of Koner babies." You faked a shiver to give him the idea that you didn't want your bedding to have his love staining them. But you did. You wanted to have all his babies. " And she had me relieve her of your buried seed."

Koner's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You touched her....down..down there?"

" Yes" you hissed.

" What the fuck?!"

" I know. That's why I'm going to speak with Sansa to see if I may return to her court."

"Right... You won't tell her about me and Mary?"

"No you idiot. Do you understand that they will kill you if they find out about you two."

" Yes I know. Just checking."

" Don't you know by now that I would never put you in danger?" You gave him a sorrowful look. " You also don't want to have a child out of wedlock."

He stood up and came to hug you. " I know love. Thanks for that. Thank you for everything. I should have never came in her. You're right. It was a stupid mistake. And I'm so sorry you had to do that. I promise to never do that again."

You held him breathing his scent. He smelled of a fire and a salty musk. You loved it. You always liked his scent. It was so intoxicating. " You better not or I'll have Ghost rip you to shreds."

" So malicious this morning." He moved his head from the top of your head to look down at you.

Still in his long arms you looked up meeting his eyes. "When it comes to you love. I can be quite discourteous. You bring out the best in me."

He snorted. "And you me." He gave you a quick peck on the forehead."

" Go get some sleep. I'll have supper ready for when you wake."

" Ahhh yes. Custard filled pastries for dessert?" He practically drooled on you.

" Yes Koner." You didn't mean to sound annoyed. But thankfully he was too tired to notice.

He gave you one last squeeze and tugged your hair softly before heading to bed. As soon as you heard the door close you started talking to yourself in a whisper.

"Why do you do things like that to me? Why do you hold me like that? Smell me like that. Don't you know how much it hurts me?"

You cleaned up the mess your father and Koner made and finally sat to have a bit of porridge. Once finished you went out to request an audience with Lady Stark. She wasn't available until later on in the evening, so you went to the kitchens to get ingredients for supper. Including Martha's famous custard pastries. They were Koner's favorite since he was little. Ever since the lashing Martha gave you, you never stole anything from her again. Whatever it was you needed, all you would have to do is ask and she was more than happy to give it to you.

...

Today was perfect. You had the day off and you planned on knitting a pair of gloves for your father and Koner. So while supper was cooking you sewed. You did your best to not wake Koner down the hall. Being as quiet as a mouse, you tipped toe around getting Koner's lunch ready and readying your father a plate. It was getting dark and Koner got in the bath you had ready for him. You had started warming up clean bath water for your father. A few minutes later, your father came when you and Koner were leaving. You said you would return shortly and your father nodded.

You guys walked together, constantly bumping each other until you were at the main hall.

"Say hello to Sansa for me."

You nodded and watched him leave to his post.

Seven protect him.

...

Sansa was talking to Arya when you walked in. You didn't hear what they were saying but you didn't care. You never cared for sticking your nose into anyone's business. You waited patiently until Arya left giving you a smile. You used to babysit her when she was little. But she was all grown up now and very beautiful. And just a bit scary.

" Y/n. Please. Come to the fire. It's getting cold." Sansa waved for you to join her behind the head of the table in front of the huge fire place.

" Yes m'lady." You said giving her a curtsy.

"Please. How many times have I asked you to call me Sansa? We grew up together. Just because I have a new title doesn't mean we are no longer friends."

You nodded and pulled up a seat facing her.

"So you came to talk about the request for your hand?"

" What?! What request?" Your voice came out in its highest octave. You cleared your throat. " Sorry"

She laughed. " No, don't be Sorry. I just thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"Henk asked your father for your hand."

Your mouth dropped open and you held your breath.

" No don't worry. He said no."

" Oh thank the seven." You praised finding air again.

" ahh but. He did come here and asked me to arrange a marriage."

"Sansa please! N-no I don't-"

" See worrying again... I said no as well." She smiled

" Thank you. . I would rather fling myself off the wall than marry that idiot."

" Yeah he really is an idiot isn't he? But umm do you have someone in mind? I don't want to arrange any marriages under my watch. I know what it's like. And I swore I would never allow it. Every woman should have a voice in who she spends her life with."

" Thank you. And I agree completely"

" So Koner then?"

You blushed. " Uhh no."

" Seriously?! I'm honestly surprised by that. I thought you guys would be at your fifth child already."

You chuckled nervously. "No no. We're just friends."

She slanted her eyes at you. "Well what about Gendry or Podrick? Gendry has the muscle. And Podrick I hear is well-endowed."

" Sansa?!"

" What? Both are equally handsome."

" Yes. But gossips are saying Gendry is in love with Arya. And Podrick is a knight. Both of them are out of my class."

"Screw class. Besides you're a lady in wait. You're part of my court so you're free to choose whomever."

" Sansa...I don't think I'm ready for that just yet "

" Oh I'm sorry I just assumed. No no. That's fine as well."

" Thank you."

"Just let me know when you are ready and we will plan the ceremony together."

" Thank you Sansa. That means the world to me."

" No need for thanks. That's what friends do for each other, repel the undesirable." She giggled

" Speaking of undesirables...Lady Mary."

" Oh ugh. Right. Number one undesirable."

" Sansa may I please speak freely?"

" Of course."

" I hate that woman. She's gross and mean. She constantly makes comments about my weight. And I just cannot stand her. I asked for an audience because I would like to return to your court."

" She pokes at your weight? What a bitch. I'm going to have to bring her manners or lack there of with her husband."

" I need distance. Or I might just leave a candle too close to the curtains in her chambers."

" Well no don't do that. But she will be gone soon."

"That's what everyone keeps saying. But here she is. 6 months later."

" She really has over stayed her welcome hasn't she?"

" By 6 months!"

You stared at each other and started to laugh.

" I've missed you."

You smiled. "Missed you too.....but may I please be free of her?"

" I'm sorry. She specifically requested you. And we need her to be happy. Or she will tell her husband to pull his banner men from the war. And we cannot afford to lose any more men."

You nodded in defeat.

" But I promise you. She will be leaving here shortly. There was a raven for her, calling her back south. Her husband seems to be on his death bed. And they need her right away."

" Oh thank the seven. ..but what if she returns?"

" Then I will find another to cater to her."

" Thank you Sansa. Thank you so much."

"Anything for my closet friend."

...

The conversation went on longer than you expected and it was already dark. You were walking back home when you saw Koner patrolling. You waved to each other and you turned home.

Your heart leaped at his smile. Your knees weakened when he gazed upon you.

Koner please see me. See my love

You heard shouting coming from behind the door of your home. You reached for the handle when the door swung open. Familiar faces ran past you. (Other captains in arms.) You saw your father getting dressed.

" What is it? Are we being attacked?" You were suddenly out of breath.

He looked up at you. "No! Where were you?! Were you with him?!" He sounded very angry.

" With who?"

"Koner. That son of a bitch wasn't at his post."

" What? Yes he was. I just saw him. He was on patrol."

" WHERE?!"

You jumped at his voice. " In-in the north courtyard."

" He's been missing for over 3 hours. And no one can find him."

You backed away in fear of your father. "He was just patrolling."

" No he abandoned his post."

You saw your father grabbed his sword off the mantle. He mumbled under his breath. He was trying to protect you from his words. But you heard him.

" You know the penalty for oath breaking."

" NO!" You screamed blocking the doorway.

" Move now!"

" No please you can't!" You begged

He pulled you by your elbows towards him. "It has to be done."

" No please. He's family."

"I'm sorry. I'll make it as painless as possible." He sighed pushed you to the side and walked out.

What could you do to stop him? He was going to kill Koner. It was an awful thought. But you needed to save him. Your friend. Your love.

You ran after your father. "He was with me!" You stopped and fell to your knees. " Koner was with me."

Your father stopped in his tracks. "Where were you?" He said coldly

"In-in the stables."

He turned around and looked at you with such anger and disgust. " Get up! And go inside! I will handle this."

You shook your head. " Please father don't ...don't."

He came over and pulled you to your feet. " I will not harm him. Now go inside."

You looked down at his sword.

" Here put it back. Now GO!"

He handed you his sword. It was almost too heavy to carry. He turned and walked away.

You felt like you couldn't breathe and you were shaking uncontrollably. It seemed like hours before he returned. You were pacing the small living quarters when the door opened. Koner was standing there with your father behind him. He pushed him into the room, shutting the door behind them.

Koner had a busted lip. As soon as you saw that you went to him.

" You said you weren't going to hurt him!" You shouted trying to clean off the blood.

" It wasn't me. It was the others holding him until I got there."

Koner didn't look at you and tried to pull away.

" Stop it. Let me clean it." You ordered. Pulling him to sit down while you grabbed a wash cloth.

He relaxed and allowed you to continue. You cupped his chin to make him meet your gaze. His eyes were glossed over. It was as if he was gone.

" Go on boy." Your father said through his teeth.

You looked back and forth between Koner's big dark eyes.

"Y/n. I'm sorry for all of this. I never meant for any of this to happen. But if you will still have me. I would like you to be my wife."

" WHAT?!" you dropped your hands and stepped back.

Koner stood up and went towards you. " Please love. I want to be your husband."

"NO!"

"Yes child. This is the only way." Your father said.

"NO! He has a choice. He can be sent to the wall."

" That isn't a choice. He broke an oath. That would make him a traitor. All traitors found in Winterfell will be put to death. This is the only way he lives. You are my daughter. And if you love him I will not take him away from you."

" It's ok love. I want this. I want us to be together." Koner said softly moving closer.

You shook your head as his eyes pleaded with you.

"What is it going to be?" Your fathers voice broke your concentration.

You looked at your father, then back to Koner. He grabbed your hands and placed a small kiss on them.

" Please love. We can be together now."

Your heart sank and you started to cry. You nodded "yes. I will be your wife."

" It's settled. You will be married in a fort-night." Your father pulled Koner by the shoulder and pushed him outside.

" I'm going to bed. You ought to as well."

"Yes father"

You waited until you heard his door close before you hurried after Koner.

Stepping out into the cold air you ran right into his chest. You took a step back. When you made eye contact, he embraced you. You held him as tightly as he held you. You felt a kiss on the crown of your head.

" I'm so sorry love. I don't know what happened. Time just slipped away."

" How could you do that? I told you to be careful."

" I know. I'm an idiot."

He held you so close you could hear his heart racing.

" I'm sorry. I -I had to say something. I had to. My father-"

" I know. It's a'right."

" I thought I lost you." You sobbed into his chest.

"Never. I love you so much. You keep saving me. I can't believe I got so lucky having a friend like you."

Right. Friend.

" That's my job. I love you too."

A few seconds went by and Koner pulled back a bit. " Do you think Sansa can help us? To help stop this marriage."

You knew that the way this happened was wrong. But you couldn't help yourself from becoming upset.

Your heart broke. "I will speak to her."

"Thank you, love."

...

The following morning you were summoned to the main hall. You were standing in front of Sansa. She looked incredibly upset.

" I'm so sorry M'lady."

She held up her hand to quiet you. " Why did you lie?"

"I-I don't ....I can't"

" Where was he?" She asked in a tone that showed you why she was in the position she was in.

You just shook your head. You couldn't tell her. Or else his head would be on the chopping block.

She looked annoyed. " Do you want this?"

"I-"

" I know you love him. I've always known. And I know you would do anything for him. But your father asked me to arrange it. I have no choice."

" Please Sansa. He doesn't love me. I...I can't marry someone who doesn't love me back....Could you please make an exception? Just this once. "

" You are willing to go to the Silent Sisters?"

" Yes. Yes of course."

" He would still die though."

" What?! Why?!"

"Because oathbreakers die."

"But Sansa-"

" No! There are only two options. Marry or he dies. I know it's not much of a choice. But it's all you have. I will not force you to marry so choose."

" He doesn't love me. He never will."

" Are you sure about that?"

" Yes."

" Then you choose death.... Guard!"

" NO PLEASE! I WILL MARRY. I WILL MARRY HIM" you sobbed.

Sansa knew that you would happily lay down your life for his. But you also would never tell him how much you cared for him. So she devised a plan. He was going to know. And he would have no choice but to love you. If she would threaten to take you away. Maybe he will see that he loves you just as much.

" Guard. Take Y/n to get cleaned up. Wake Koner. I need to speak with him."

"Yes M'lady. Right away."

You looked as Sansa with so much worry.

" I will give you both the choice. And after I speak with him, you will return and give your answers at the same time. If they do not match, then it is settled."

The guard ushered you away. Koner came just a little while later.

"Lady Stark."

" Koner! Have you defiled my lady in waiting?"

"I-"

" You idiot!"

" I.. I'm sorry."

" You should be. You two have given me no choice. You must marry."

" Please I...we can't. I'm not in love with her."

" Do you understand what you have done?"

" Please M'lady. Send me to the wall. I'll take that oath."

" Is that what you want? You want y/n to be hanged?!"

" WHAT?!"

" You spoiled my lady in waiting. And unless you marry she will be hanged."

"Why?!"

" Because the Silent Sisters will not take her. And I will not have a whore in my court."

" She's not a-"

"Enough! Choose! Marry her and grow to love her. Or have her hang. Guard. Bring her back."

How could he say no? How could he not make that sacrifice for you? You always did for him. Now he could finally start to repay you. Maybe he could love you. It was the least he could do. He would not lose you to a stupid lie. A lie you told to protect him.

Koner watches as you enter the hall, with bloodshot eyes and bags. You must have not slept all night. You came to him and he held you. He moved a strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear. He kissed you on the cheek.

" You a'right love?"

" Yes." You responded. Your voice just about a whisper. " I'm sorry. I tried."

" No it's okay. I know you did."

Sansa interrupted the small moment you two had.

" What is your decision? Will you wed?"

Koner didn't look away from you and neither did you.

"Will you marry me love?" He asked in his sweetest loving voice.

"Yes... Will you be my husband?" You spoke ever so softly.

"Nothing would make me happier." He really did mean that. If he had to marry anyone, why not his best friend.

Sansa could hear the conversation you two were having, and she knew her plan was successful.

" What will it be?" She asked again.

You both nodded and said yes in unionson.

"Perfect. Now kiss."

Your head snapped to her and you could feel Koner's hair on the side of your face.

Koner hung his head at Sansa's request. Of course she would want that.

Sansa gave you a smirk and nodded.

You whispered. " Let's be quick about it."

"I don't think that would satisfy our Lady." He pulled your face back to his by your chin. " Let's give her a show."

You closed your eyes wishing for this not to be the reason you shared your first kiss with Koner. But things never seemed to work in your favor.

You felt his rough hand touching your face as gently as he could. Finally setting it on the side of your neck.

He looked at you with such sadness. He hated the thought that he was going to be your first kiss. You deserved so much better than this. With someone who was worthy of it. He already ruined your future and he wasn't going to ruin another thing for you. He was going to kiss you with all the love he could find. His love for his parents, the love he had for the red wine from the south and custard pastries, his love of sex. The love he had for you and your father. He would pour every ounce of all the love he has ever known into this kiss. In hopes that it would be enough for you. He saw your large bosoms rise and fall with anticipation or nervousness. He didn't know. He slowly leaned his head down to meet your lips.

When his lips touch yours his heart stops. Time seemed to slow. He never felt this way. He first felt his cock twitch. But then he felt a warmth fill his face and chest. As the kiss deepened he didn't want to stop. What was this? It can't be. Had he finally felt something that he thought he would never truly find?

Finally the kiss you've been waiting so long for. The one you would have done anything for. The world disappeared. Everything went silent. You pulled him closer by his collar and stood up on your toes to have better access. You could feel his hands moved to hold your waist tighter and impossibly closer. You were so excited. Because now Koner was to be yours. And you were never gonna let him go. Even if his love for you was that of a friend. You would do everything in your power to be a good wife for him.

It was Arya who cleared her throat that finally broke you two apart. Koner kept one of his hands on the small of your back and the other by his side. He was in shock. That kiss was not what he expected.

You face Arya. You were about to bow and call her m'lady. But she held out her hand.

"Don't call me a lady. And no need to bow." She put a hand on Koner and your shoulder. Smiling happily. " I like this. Seems like a good match."

" Th-thank you." Koner replied.

He couldn't stop looking at you. Though you looked so tired and sad. All he could think about was how beautiful you were. Have you always been and he just chose to see past it?

" Right. Koner, get some rest. And y/n, tell your father I will acknowledge this betrothal. And the date is set."

You both bowed and left. Sansa smirked as Arya came to her.

" It's about time don't you think?"

Sansa smirked. " You're telling me."

" Was that your handy work Sansa?"

" Whatever do you mean?"

They both laughed.

" Alright. So...about Little finger."

...

The moment you stepped outside you felt a wave of regret and sorrow. That kiss meant everything to you. And you couldn't help but feel so sad that you knew Koner would never love you the same.

You walked in silence and could feel him staring at you.

" You ok love?"

All you could do was nod. Your heart was broken and it took everything you had to not cry. When you got to your quarters you gave Koner a hug and quickly went inside. Finally alone, everything you bottled up came spewing out. Your heart hurt so much that it felt like you were dying. You wished that this pain would stop. A while later you waited for your father to give him the good news.

Koner wanted to say something. Anything after the audience with Sansa. But he couldn't. His heart broke for you. But at the same time it was like the Seven gave him clarity. He knew that you were saddened by everything he has done in the past day. Your quietness and your failure to return his gaze hurt him. How all you had since last night was a look of worrying and a hint of tears in your eyes. And what seemed like a permanent frown. All he wanted was to see you happy again. He promised himself he was going to be a good husband to you. No matter what. He just needed to work out what this new found light was all about. But he promised to see you smile again. If it was the last thing he did.

...

He went to sleep that afternoon to rest up before his watch. But he couldn't sleep. He kept waking from night terrors. Seeing you walking to the gallows. Or seeing you hanging from the castle wall. He got up in the early hours of the evening. He had planned to talk to Lady Mary to let her know what was going on prior to work.

He was down the hallway when he heard moaning. He was close enough to know it was coming from Lady Mary's chambers. From the sounds, it seemed like someone was fucking. He crept closer to try and hear better. That's when he noticed it wasn't moaning. It was whimpering and quiet screams. Like someone was covering their mouth.

" Henk, show the fat whore what happens when she fucks my Kony. Take her. She's open to any and everyone. And if you scream y/n I will cut out your tongue."

Koner's heart sank and he felt his soul leave his body. He pushed open the door and was petrified. The smell of burning flesh hit him first. The sight of you was unnerving. He saw Henk hovering over your back. Your dress was hiked up and most of the fabric was torn. The parts of your back he could see was covered in slashes. When you looked up to him, Your face was bloody and bruised. Your hand was covering your mouth. When he finally saw your eyes, he died inside. You were reaching for him. Before he could comprehend what was happening he was on Henk beating the shit out of him. Blinded by such rage.

"KONY! STOP!"

Lady Mary went to try and pull him off, but he pushed her away. He was going to kill Henk. This man had just raped you. He was beating his face to a pulp when he he went for his sword.

"K-kon-er..."

Your broken voice put a halt on his swing. When he looked over to you, you were curled in a ball on your side, hugging yourself. He got off of Henk dropping his sword and went to your side. Your arms had so many cuts, he didn't know where he could touch you without hurting you more. He did his best to pull you into his lap.

You were still hugging yourself with your eyes closed with your body trembling and you were gasping for air. Your arms fell when you passed out. That's when all the blood drained from Koner's face. He now knew where the smell was coming from. You had a 'W' double brand on your exposed chest. It was as if you moved during the first burn that whoever did it had to do it again.

" Isn't it just perfect. 'W' was meant for Wintefell. But for her it stands for whore." Mary sneered

" Why?" His voice broke. "WHY?!"

" Why? Are you that stupid? It was because of you. Do you really think you can fuck her and then live happily ever after?"

" WHAT?! IT WAS A LIE. SHE LIED."

" Please you can't deny it now. You guys are betrothed. Why would she lie?"

" TO SAVE US! TO SAVE ME!"

Mary narrowed her eyes. " What does that mean?"

" Her father found out I wasn't at my post last night. WHY WASN'T I AT MY POST MARY?!"

"I-I" she stuttered.

"BECAUSE I WAS WITH YOU!"

You opened your eyes from him shouting. You looked at him with a small smile before closing them again.

" Her Father was going to behead me for abandoning my watch. And she lied saying she was with me in order for me to receive mercy. He father spared my life if I were to marry her."

Lady Mary gasped and ran to your side across from him.

" How could you do this to her? No one deserves this."

" I'm so so sorry. Here let me help." Mary reached out to touch you.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!"

" Please Kony...let me help."

"No! You have done enough!"

He took off his cloak and tucked you in it as best as he could.

"Common love. Wake up. Let's get you out of here"

You opened your eyes again.

" That's it. Common. To your feet."

He pulled you up as gently as possible. Your knees were weak and you barely could stand. He threw your arm over his shoulders and positioned himself under you as a prop.

"Kony." Mary called out. But he didn't stop

He was half caring and half dragging you out the entrance. It was already pitch black outside. Only small torches lit the walls. Your legs gave and you pulled him down with you.

" I'm..I'm sorry..I can't...it hurts.." you were out of breath.

Koner kneeled down next to you. " No it's not your fault....here let me take off my armor. Then I can-"

"No- don't say it. You can't carry me."

" At least let-"

" What's going on here?"

Koner looked up and saw Tormund Giantsbane.

" What happened to her?" Tormund kneeled down next to you as well. " FUCK! She will die if we don't get her help."

Tormund looked over Koner and grunted. He put his arms under you and lifted you with such ease.

"Common boy. Lead the way."

Koner nodded and started jogging to Martha's. Finally at her chamber door, he was out of breath. He keeled over grabbing his knees and hung his head.

Tormund was right behind him. He was fine. Totally fine. Tormund pound at the door with his foot.

" H-how?...are...are you... so strong?"

"Milk boy!" His kicked the door again. "straight from the bulls teet."

Koner lifted his head with his brows becoming one. "From the bulls teet?"

" Yeah! You have to get it straight from the source." Tormund kicked the door as hard as he could

"What the-" Koner stopped mid question when he heard a small laugh coming from you. He thought he imagined it. But you whimpered right after.

" WHAT IN THE 7 DO YOU WANT?!-" Martha shouted while opening her door. But she paused when she saw you. Martha looked right at Koner. " What have you done now?!"

Martha pulled in Tormund and motioned him to lay you down. He did so gently. Koner followed behind

" What do you need? Whatever it is, I'll get it." Koner's eyes were filled with tears that he could not hold back.

Martha looked you over and made sure to keep your modesty intact from the wildling and Koner. "We will need the milk of the poppy, and essences of night shade for after."

Tormund grunted and started digging through his fur cloak. He pulled out a small vile. " erm milk of the poppy."

Martha glared at him.

"What? I found it." Tormund grinned

Martha ignored him." We will also need hot clean water and as many bandages you can get me."

The guys left and Martha lifted your head so that you could drink some of the medicine.

" Stupid girl! When will enough be enough? Is your love for him worth dying for?"

"Yes" you groaned while passing out.

The guys return with everything martha needed. Once handing it to her she kicked both of them out.

" Are you gonna tell me what happened boy?"

Koner looked at Tormund. "It's better if you don't know. Thank you for helping us."

Tormund grinned and tossed him a water skin. " I couldn't find a bull but I found a sheep. Should work. You need to grow boy! No way you can lift your woman with those scrawny arms." He said hitting him on the arm

"Right."

Tormund left and Koner waited until he had to leave. He heard you muffled screams and all he could do was cry. He didn't want to go. He wanted to be with you. But all of this was happening because of him. He couldn't do anything to jeopardize his future with you. He didn't really understand what he was feeling. All he knew was that he wanted to hold you and protect you.

...

In the early morning hours Lady Mary found him on his patrol.

" Please Kony talked to me."

" There is nothing to say." He didn't look at her

" Please I'm leave soon. And I have to make this right."

He was so angry but he knew he needed her. He had written out a note requesting for you to join her on her travels. You really weren't going but your father couldn't see you that way. So in order to give you time to heal it had to be done.

" I need you to sign this." He pulled out the note and handed it to her.

" What? She's not coming with me."

" Just sign it. No one can see her that way."

" Then where is she going to stay."

" Why do you care?"

"Please Kony don't be angry with me." She said while grabbing his cock.

" Sign the fuckin note." He said pulling her hand away.

" What are you going to do for me?" She smirk

He hated her. But he had to do this for you.

" Sign it...and I'll fuck you."

"Here?"

" Yes here. But you have to sign it."

She turned him around to use his back as support. He pulled out a quill and travel ink and gave it to her. She wrote quickly and handed it back.

He snatched it and put it in his breast pocket. " Get on your knees."

She did so. He untied his trousers and pulled out his raging hard on. " Open your mouth."

She did so and he shoved his cock in. Fucking her mouth until she choked. She was trying to pull away to breath but he wasn't going to let her. He hoped she would just die choking. But when she didn't he lifted her and turned he around lifting her dress. He pounded into her so hard she screamed. He pulled her hair bringing her head up.

" I fuckin hate you." He said into her ear.

She moaned as she came close to her release. He thrusted as hard as he could to get her there. And after a moment her loose walls clenched around him. As soon as she was finished he pushed her off of him.

" Oh Kony I love you."

He didn't say anything as he fixed himself.

" I will be back soon. I don't want to miss the wedding."

" There won't be one for a while now."

" Well send me a raven. And I will be here." She kissed him on the cheek and took her leave.

He wished her party would be ransacked on the road by the Lannisters men. He prayed to the 7 she would be killed. He went to the edge of the wall and threw up. He was so disgusted with himself. The rest of his watch he thought about you. He shouldn't have fucked her. But he had to.

In the morning he went to Martha's chamber. She was just heading to the kitchens. He handed her the message to give to your father. He decided to stay with you. When he finally saw you, you were cleaned up and were sleeping. He took off his leather armor and boots. He climbed into the large bed and watched you. He wanted to hold you, but he was afraid.

" You should have let me die." He whispered. He watched you until he fell asleep.

...

You were asleep for days. You had woken up a few times when he was gone. But every morning he would lay next to you. He missed your voice and your smile. He wanted to look in your beautiful eyes and talk like before. Fight like before. His missed you.

A week later he had the day off. He had just come from picking you some wild flowers. You were sitting up on the bed reading. When your eyes met he smiled. But you didn't smile back. Your face was no longer swollen but the bruises still remain. He set down the flowers and sat next to you.

"y/n"

"Koner"

"I'm so sorry my love"

You closed the book and laid it down. You rest your head on his shoulder.

" When can I go outside?"

" Soon"

You slightly nodded. " I would like to rest now."

"A"right" he was upset that you barely spoken. He understood why you were so apprehensive. But he wished you would just talk to him.

He was about to leave when you grabbed his his hand. He turned to look at you.

"Stay?"

"Umm yes of course."

He laid down with you. You pulled his arm under your head and laid on his chest. This was the first time you have ever done this. His heart began to race. He tried to not move, just in case.

" When will we be married?" You asked in a sweet soft tone

" I-when would you like to?"

" as soon as I'm healed properly."

He agreed. "Whatever you would like."

"Thank you."

You adjusted yourself getting closer to him.

" I love you Koner." You whispered before you fell asleep.

He got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. " I love you too."

...

It was a beautiful night a month later when Koner was standing in front of the weirwood tree. Snow covered the ground with a few red leaves on top. Torches lit the aisle. He was dressed in his best. He was joined by Bran, Sansa, Arya, John Snow, and queen Daenerys. There were a handful of other commoners that you two were closet too. Normally such wedding ceremonies were for nobility, but Sansa and Martha had planned this for you.

You were stand with your father in one of the most beautiful dress he has ever seen. A long flowing white dress with a matching cloak and flowered embroidery all over the corset. Your hair was pinned up with 3 winter roses. He didn't know if it was the dress that made you look irresistible or if it was you who made the dress look exquisite. Either way you were magnificent.

" We don't have time for this John." Daenerys said in a hush tone.

" Common Danny. There's always time for love."

Daenerys gave him a thin smile. " But they are just commoners."

" They are family." Arya interject. Giving Daenerys a scowl.

" We know them well and they are like family. Unlike some." Sansa sneered.

"Guys that's enough. She's coming." John nodded towards the end of the aisle.

It was quite obvious the sisters didn't care for Daenerys. And they could have a go. But it was a wedding. Your wedding. They all needed to be on their best behavior.

While you were doing your bridal march you were squeezing your fathers arm. He looked at you and you looked absolutely terrified. He wanted to take you home but this needed to be done.

"Who comes before the old gods tree tonight?" Bran, who was officiating the ceremony asked.

As you stopped at the altar as your father answered.

" Y/n... She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?"

" I Koner, guards men of the house Stark. Who gives her?" He said stepping forward towards you.

" Donnis, captain of the guards of house Stark. Father of the betrothed."

Your father took your hand and placed it into Koners. You hadn't looked at him at all. You both kneeled in front of the weirwood tree and said a few prayers. After you both got back to your feet.

"Y/n, do you take this man?"

You looked at Bran. And said a nervous" yes"

"Koner, do you take this woman?"

" I do"

" Turn and face one another."

You did. As you looked deeply into Koner's eyes your anxiousness faded. He smiled so lovingly down at you. You held out your interwoven hands and Sansa came with a large blue ribbon wrapping it around your hands into a knot.

"Let this knot indicate the strength of your love and be a symbol of your unity from this day forward."

"He is mine and I am his" you said your vows.

"She is mine and I am hers." Koner followed after you.

Then together. "You are mine, and I am yours, from this day until the end of my days."

Sansa untied you and you kneeled. Koner bent down to take off your bridal cloak. Handing it to Martha and grabbed his cloak. He dawned it on you as a symbol of protection over his new bride. He offered you his hand to help you stand up.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Koner proclaimed as he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.

...

The feast was filled with laughter and dancing. All were so happy but you. Koner watched you all night and not once did you smile. You hadn't laughed or partook in any of the festivities. Besides poking at your meal, you weren't really participating in much. You danced a bit with him but never looked at him. He was overwhelmed by his thoughts of you. Ever since the first kiss, something changed in him. Then when you were beaten and your innocence was so forcefully taken. He knew he loved you. He knew he would die for you. He realized there was no one like you. The comfortability you two shared was unmatched to anyone he has ever been with. He always found you to be beautiful and smart. But it wasn't until after the first kiss that he never wanted someone more. You had always been his world. But just then he realized he could never be apart from you.

But when your demnor shifted he felt like he lost his one true love. He lost track of his drinking throughout the feast. He was drinking his hurt away. Did you really not want to be his wife? Was how he felt about you now, not reciprocated? He thought that maybe you could return his love one day. But tonight was the bedding ceremony and he was nervous. Would you allow him to venture down there after what happened? Would you even like it? All these questions floated in his head as he poured ale after ale.

The feast whined to an end and you were carted off by a few handmaidens to his bed chamber. After what seemed like hours he stood up from the head table and stumbled a bit. A few of his mates surrounded him and were tugging at his armor pushing him toward his chamber. The air was filled with laughs and vulgarity. Once he was standing in front of his door he was swaying. He was now only in his braies and tunic. Someone opened the door and pushed him in. Almost falling he caught himself. He turned towards the door and closed it, locking it behind him. He could still hear the others on the other side shouting suggestions. He laughed and turned to the room. You were standing by the fire in your chemise with your back to him. He fumbled around taking off his tunic and positioning himself on the thin palliasse. He threw his head back onto the pillow and sighed. He heard you sigh as well and he propped himself up to look at you.

You unraveled your hair, shaking it slightly to loosen it. You turned and slowly walked to the foot of the bed. Eyes on the ground you untied the string of your smock. He could make out your breast through the slightly sheer fabric. When you finished pulling the thin string he was able to see the middle of your chest with just a hint of your large bosoms. He looked at you intently. In aww of your comely body.

You pulled the cloth off your shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. Your bare beautiful curvy body was a sight. He felt his length erect immensely at your alluring thighs. He eyed you as you went to the available space next to him. As you laid there he turned to look at you. The room began to spin slightly. He took off his braies. He didn't notice that you had your eyes shut the whole time he was in you. He came quickly and rolled off. He really couldn't think straight. All he could do was fall asleep.

...

In the morning he woke up with a piercing headache. He looked over and you weren't there. He pulled the quilt he had on him back and sat up. He rubbed the back of his neck. He was trying to remember the night before. But he couldn't. When he sat up he saw dried blood at the base of his cock. He turned to look at the bed. The linens had a small stain where you had laid. He was confused. Did he hurt you that bad last night? Wait no he knew exactly where that came from. But how? He thought Henk penetrated you. He tried to think back. When he was on top of Henk punching him, he remembered that his trousers were still on. He got dressed as quickly as he could to find you.

He searched the castle grounds, the kitchens, the stables, and the market place. But to no avail. He went to your father's quarters and was told that you were in your bed chamber.

He knocked before letting himself in. You were in bed fast asleep. He went to you and laid facing you. He looked you over and saw finger print bruises on your wrist. You had bite marks on your neck. He moved a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Besides the marks he left you, you looked absolutely stunning. He kissed your forehead and said he loved you and promised to never be so rough with you again.

Koner took you so rough last night. It was as if he was some wild animal in heat. You had never pictured your innocence to be taken that way. It hurt so bad. But at least it was over as quickly as it started. You had always pictured Koner being so gentle and caring. But he didn't even kiss you and that broke your heart. You left when he fell asleep. You went to wash up when you saw the blood. At first you thought it was your bleeds but it didn't last long. You remember a conversation you had with Martha the day before the wedding. That when you lay with a man for the first time you would bleed. You worried if Koner would no longer want you after he saw that. So instead of going back to his bed, you slept in yours. You were so incredibly tired from all that had happened in the past few days that all you wanted to do was rest.

You cried yourself to sleep. Wishing for your friend back. Wishing for your Koner.

When you woke you found Koner snuggled up next to you. You smiled. After everything he still wanted to sleep with you. You haven't decided to live in his quarters yet. But you had hoped he would ask. Sure you knew that obviously a husband and wife should live together. However, so many things were out of your control that at the very least Koner and you would make that decision without influence.

You went to the kitchens to find food for yourself and Koner. Martha was in there with a few maids readying supper.

" Hello dear. Done already? We thought you wouldn't be out of that room for weeks." Martha teased

You gave her a smile. " I umm we need some food and water."

" Of course you do. You need to build up your strength again."

You smiled shyly as Martha filled a basket with dried meats, cheese, grapes, and bread. She set a large pitcher of water next to the basket.

"How was he?" She asked

Your smiled faded and you hesitated to answer. " Umm fine. Martha, how do I make him happy? Possibly last longer?"

She laughed." Oh darling. Just be a good wife. Do as he says, and stay silent. Don't resist him unless he seems to like it. Let him fill you with his seed as often as he wants. Bare his sons. As for prolonging his release. Ask him softly to switch positions. This will give him a moment to draw back. As soon as you feel his body tensed, stop. He will coerce you to continue, but just kiss him to distract his need to release. After a moment then move until you reach yours. But do not stop until he follows you."

You bit your lip and nodded. " Thank you."

She beamed at you and pushed the basket and pitcher towards you.

You went back and didn't see Koner. You went to his quarters and knocked. When he opened the door his frown turned. He seemed so happy to see you. He stepped back to let you enter. You went to his small table and placed what you brought down. When you turned to him he was sitting on a chair next to the fire. He looked bewildered.

You went to him and kissed him on his forehead. When he looked at you his eyes were filled with guilt. You had no clue what to do. So you started removing your robe and he was staggered. You went for your garment but he stopped you.

" No. Please stop."

You coward away. Did he not want you?

" No. No. Don't do that. Please my love talked to me."

But you didn't. You stood quiet while looking at the floor.

" Y/n, why are you being this way? Who is this timid creature before me?" He stood up and came to you. "Where are you?"

" I-I just want to be a good wife." Your voice was filled with doubt.

"You do not need to fuck me to be a good wife....I just want you back. I miss your smiles and you laugh. I want us to go back to what we were. Joking and arguing. I miss you."

"Is that what would make you happy?"

"Yes my love. But what is it that you want? What will make you happy?"

" Your....your love."

He cupped your face. " You have it. You have my heart....I adore you. I have not known love like this. But I love you. It came without warning. But I do....I love you."

You could not believe what you were hearing. Was this true? If it was, when did it begin? Your thoughts were distracted by a loving kiss. Your hands moved around his waist pulling him closer. Once you broke to catch a breath you whispered.

" I have loved you with all my heart for so long. Please do not trick me. I could not bare it. I cannot live this life without you by my side. Without your truest most honest love, I will parish into nothing."

"Oh my love. You have me. Do with my heart as you please. Because it's yours... Forever."

"Just love me...that's all I asked of you."

He pulled you to the bed and kissed you gently. You helped him out of his clothing as he rid you of yours. His lips only left yours to breath. Your gaze was full of affection and wanting. He surveyed you entirely. His heart fell when his eyes met the bruises and teeth marks.

"What is it?" You pulled his chin up to peer into his large dark doe like eyes.

He felt himself becoming tearful as he bore into your beautiful kind eyes.

" I never meant to hurt you...I promise. I will never harm you again."

You lifted to lay a kiss on his cheek. " I want you to do what you want with me. I am yours."

" And I am yours. But what would you want me to do? How should we do this? What is it that you would like?"

" I...I don't know."

He swallowed before he spoke. " Is there anything that I've done that excites you?"

You averted your gaze.

" No look at me."

You did and nervously chewed your cheek.

" Tell me my love."

" I like when you...when you kiss my neck."

" Like this?"

You let out a small moan when he kissed you tenderly.

" I like when your hand caress my skin"

He smiled into your neck. He ghosted his touch over shoulder down to your breasts. Slowly rubbing circles around your bud. It becoming hard as he flicked it. You arched your back at the feeling.

" What else?" He cooed into the slope of your neck. Leaving a trail of moistened kisses.

" I...I don't know....what have others liked?"

He lifted his head. " It doesn't matter what others like. Not every woman likes the same thing."

" Oh umm then I'm not sure."

He smiled. " Then we shall see what it is that makes you wet."

You sighed and licked your lips. " Okay." Your voice was sweet and soft.

As the night went on, Koner found that you liked when he tugged your hair slightly. That you liked when he pressed lazy circles around your clit. How you loved when he praised you. It was clear to him that you liked when he took your tits into his mouth. How he could make you cum with just one finger. You were clenching so tight that it hadn't allowed him to put in another. Your inexperience excited him. You were so perfect. He didn't want to ruin the night by just laying with you. So he focused on your pleasure until the early morning hours. He lost count on how many orgasms you had. He made a mess on the bedding from just touching and kissing you. He wanted to make love but you were completely exhausted.

As you slept he held you. He was completely and utterly in love with you. You were his and only his.

In the afternoon you woke up and took a bath together. He was washing your feet and remembered the time you were children. It was pouring out and he convinced you to go out and play. Your father just bought you a new pair of leather boots and a dress. You had muddy them up pretty bad. When you went home your father whipped the bottom of your feet so bad that you couldn't walk for a week. Leaving scars. You had scars on the back of your legs and bottom from when he stole a horse. You had taken the blame for it and instead of him being lashed your father punished you. You always did things like that for him. Always being reprimanded for his fuck ups. Everyone thought it was you who was the troubled one. But not once did you falter. Not once did you give him up. He should have known that you loved him then. How you've always loved him. You were there the whole time and he never saw you. But now he did and he swore that he would repay you for all of it with his undying love.

His eyes water at the sight of the brand on your chest. He's tears escaped when he saw all the scars on your back. You never deserved all that pain, all that torture. And he swore he would enact his revenge. What exactly, he didn't know. But someone was going to die. He would make sure of it.

After you two ate lunch together by the fire place. He held your hand the entire time. Stealing kisses between bites. He had a patrol tonight so he rested as much as he could. You laid with him until he fell asleep. Making use of the time, you knitted and read. After a while you left to your chambers and began packing.

When Koner came back in the morning you were asleep. He took off his armor and breeches. He climbed into bed and got under the quilt. He had a smile when he saw that you were also naked. With your back towards him, he moved your hair to access your shoulder. He left soft kisses there. You stirred a bit and your skin raised under his lips. He pressed his core against your warm soft bottom holding onto your hip. His fingers dug into the meat and pulled you closer.

You were still sleeping, but your soft moans made him impossibly hard. He continued kissing the slope of your neck down to your shoulder blades. Grinding his hips. He moved his hand that was on your hip to lift your leg over his thigh. Your body leaned back slightly so that your back was resting on his chest. His fingers slipped through your slick folds. He nipped at your neck leaving soothing kisses after. The moment he touched your nub you woke. You lean your head back to his and let out the sweetest moan he has ever heard. You rested one hand on his thin hip and the other was gripping the linens. He felt a small drop escaping the tip of he cock and he continued to push harder against your bum. He split your folds making a V shape with his fingers. Your whimpers gave him all the encouragement he needed to slip into you. Your shivering warmth hugged him. He was slow at first but as you rocked your hips faster he pumped at a steady pace letting you find your release. His arousal was shouting at him to take you. He didn't want to spend another moment without your flesh wrapped around him. But he wanted, no needed for you to cum. You were close by the sound of your breathing picking up and stopped rocking your hips. You arched your back as you came. He pulled away once your breath normalized.

You turned on your back pulling him closer to kiss you.

" Please Koner. Please I need to feel you."

He groaned at your begging. He got on top of you, positioning his tip at your entrance. Stroking it up and down collecting your wetness.

Your body was tense from anticipation. But when he pushed in slowly, your body gave into the pleasure. As his cock deepened inside you, he planted a kiss on your mouth. His tongue finding yours. You gasped into his mouth when he hit a soft pillowy spot. He lifted his head to see if you were ok. Normally he would keep going because he knows that sound better than anyone. But you, he cared for, you he loved.

" No no. Please don't stop. I like it." You whimpered

"Yeah?" He asked while pulling out half way and before you could answer he pushed in again. Getting the same gasp out of you.

"Oh fuck" he groaned as he picked up his pace. " Yes that's my girl...you're doing so well."

Your breathless moans and his grunts filled the room. He put his arm under your lower back lifting you slightly so he could fuck up into you. He smashed that sweet spot over and over again. Your tight walls bared down on him coaxing his cum. Unbearable bliss rose in him, unthinkable bliss fell on him as he felt this build growing. Causing tension in his body. He burst into you, with a rough cry that seemed to come from the bottom of his feet. He felt your juices mixed with his as he pumped the last of his load into you. Your body trembled as your orgasm came to a halt.

He laid on top of you after. Your body molding to his. All soft and warm he fell asleep. You smiled from such joy. This was right. You two were meant to be.

Waking up with him still on you. You giggled.

" I love you Koner." You said caressing his back.

...

Mornings after were just as sweet. Making love before he went to sleep was now the only way he could get a restful slumber. It giving you the energy for your day ahead. On days where you had off together, were days you never left the confines of his bed chamber. After a month you had withheld sex from him until he taught you how to use a sword properly. Of course he refused but his need for your body overruled his protests. You were terrible at first. Practicing in the courtyard. Once you were comfortable the wooden swords were replaced with real ones. But then it was as if you had started all over again. The sword was heavier than you expected. So lifting it was a grueling task. Hands full of blisters you prevailed.

One evening you and Koner were in the barn practicing.

" You're going easy on me Koner. What? Too much of a pussy to fight me?"

" No. Not at all. You're just too precious. Don't want to make you cry when you yield."

" You should know that I would never yield." You said as you swung.

He captured your blade with his. Pulling you by your cloak towards him. He tried to kiss you but you tripped him. Now flat on his back you stood over him with your sword to his chin.

" Yield." You said with a smirk.

He chuckled and put his hands under his head.

" Yield Koner. If you do. I will have my way with you."

He licked his lips and raised a brow. " I yield my love. I yield."

You tossed the sword aside and began to undress. Koner doing the same. You straddle him as he sat up to kiss you. Holding on to your neck as his lips moved down your chest. You lifted to your knees lowering yourself over him, impaling your body on his throbbing cock, taking him in so delightfully slowly that he thought the tension might break him. Your cunt gripped him so tightly it was almost painful. Then, abruptly, you forced yourself down into his lap, with a small yelp of pain and he was in you, all of him, buried deep in your clenching warmth. You pushed him down leaning over him, using his chest as support. He rubbed circles around your clit as he did his best to fuck up into you when you came crashing down searching for your orgasm. He closed his eyes as you rode him with restraint, not wanting to cum just yet. Your rocking became faster and faster when he hit the spot you craved. His body tenses as he felt you cum on him. Your walls drew out his love as they convulsed around him. He was completely drained from the days you withheld from him. He made you promise to never do that again.

Another month had gone by and you were pregnant. The joy that brought him was beyond anything that he ever felt before. But that joy was soon gone when Lady Mary decided to come back to Wintefell.

She had come in secret and ordered her own personal guard and Henk to take you. When Koner couldn't find you at home he went out looking for you. Once he got word of where you were he ran there. He kicked open the door to see you on your knees crying with your mouth gagged and with Henk holding a dagger to your throat.

" WHAT THE FUCK? LET HER GO!" He tried to run to you but Mary's words stopped him.

" You go near her and Henk will cut her throat."

He was lost and flustered. Why was this happening? He looked at a Lady Mary who had such hatred in her eyes for you.

" So not only have you married the whore, but impregnate the cow. And you didn't even think about telling me."

" WHY DO YOU CARE? SHE'S MY WIFE. LET HER GO!"

She walked to him slowly "Why?! I'll tell you why! You are MINE Kony!"

" I am NOT!" He spat not looking away from you. " Let her go Mary! Please...I beg you...let her go."

" Oh I will let her go." Her words seemed like a signal for Henk to cut you.

Koner screamed when he saw the blood drip down. He tried to step forward but a guard pulled him back.

Mary stood in front of him blocking his view of you. " I have a proposition for you... I will not have him slit her throat...if you renounce your love for her. Seek an annulment and take me as your wife. Then I will send her away to one of my many cabins to live out her days. Unharmed and provided for."

" And if I say no?"

"Well then... Henk will cut out your child from her belly and you will watch her bleed to death. Then he will throw your child into the fire. You...will be free from them. Either way you will be mine."

He could kill her and the guard, but there was no way he could find to get to you fast enough. His eyes filled with tears of a mixture of hate and love behind them. His hate for everyone in the room but you. The love he felt was for his family that he was trying so hard to keep ahold of.

" What say you Kony?"

He trembled. Hands clenched into fists as tears streamed down his face.

Mary knew what he would choose before she even gave him an option. So she moved out of his line of sight. He cried harder when saw you on your hands and knees. One hand was holding your belly.

He walked slowly to you and kneeled down lifting your chin. He looked deeply into your eyes and wiped his tears away. He put on a brave face to have Mary believe every word.

" The only reason you are alive right now is because of the child growing inside of you. The only reason we were ever together was because of you! I have never hated anyone more than I hate you! It is because of you and your father did we have to marry. I should have let you hang....did you know that? Did you know Sansa said I could have gone to the night's watch? But if I did, you would be hanged. I did you a kindness that day in the main hall. Now my debt has been repaid. I do not wish to be your husband anymore. I never wanted to be. "

He could hear Lady Mary cackling. As he looked at you he knew that you believed him. He tried to get you to see he was lying. But you look away from him sobbing.

Koner's words pierce your heart. You had worried about this before you were wed. But he said and did things that made you feel that he truly loved you. But it was all based on a decision. To settle a debt. How could he? He was your best friend. How could he make love to you and say those things? Were you so blinded by your love for him to not see him truly. It wasn't until you were put in a carriage heading south that you looked back. He was holding on to Lady Mary like he held on to you. Your world shattered into a million pieces that night. You wanted to die. You wished he would have just let you die. But now, now you have to live. Live for your unborn child. A child that you knew in your heart was conceived out of love. Whether or not he loved you.

Koner fought the urge to not run after you. Mary kept him firm in her arms. She tried to kiss him but there were watch men all around.

" Would you like to know where she is heading my love?"

"Doesn't matter. She does not matter." He said coldly.

Marry giggled. "Come see me tonight during your watch. I miss your cock" she grabbed his dick.

He wanted to choke her and watch the light fade from her eyes. Wanting to end hers and Henks pathetic existence. He was about to open his mouth when he heard the call. The time came. The white walkers were coming.

Everyone interrupted into madness. Mary held onto tighter as everyone dissipated from view. When it was finally clear he pushed Mary slightly.

" Where did you send her?"

She looked confused and didn't answer. He pulled her hair roughly holding her in place.

"WHERE?!"

" You stupid boy! I will never-" she gasped as Koner impaled her with his sword. Lifting her off the ground. Tossing her. He put his foot on her stomach to get leverage to pull out his sword.

As she laid there spitting up blood he could only make out one word she said.

" South"

He then cut off her head and went to find Sansa.

...

" Permission to speak Lady Sansa."

" What is it!? Have you taken y/n to the crypts?"

He explained everything and asked if he could leave to find you. But she refused.

" The castle is being surrounded as we speak. You won't make it out there alone. Besides we need you here."

"Sansa please!"

" No if she is going south she will be safe. Stay and fight for your country. Do not throw the life she saved away. She wouldn't have wanted that."

As much as he hated not going after you. He needed to stay. Before he left to go to the front gate he asked one last question.

"Was her life ever in danger?"

Sansa smiled. " Would it change how you feel about her?"

"Nothing could."

" No Koner. Her life has always been hers. And so was yours."

" So her being hanged was a lie?"

Sansa sighed. " It was a lie to get you to see your true feelings for her. To see the love that was always there. Everyone saw it but you. And now you would risk everything for her. Just how she has done for you... From the meat pies to a stolen horse."

Koner was shook. He didn't know Sansa knew about those things.

Sansa smiled. " Y/n is my closest friend. She has told me everything. Since you both were children she has loved you. Even with your hateful and cruel words. I know she will always love you."

Tears filled his eyes once more. He had hope that was true.

...

After what seemed like a loss, Daenerys and her dragon saved Wintefell. But the war was not over. Koner marched with the battalion to Kings Landing. Almost mortally wounded, Koner was taken to a maester to help him recover. He had lost an arm and his torso was terribly scared from dragons fire.

He searched for 3 years for you. But he hadn't given up. He returned to Wintefell to seek aid from your father only to find that he died of necrotizing fasciitis. He went to look for Henk as well to end him when he found out that he was killed by Nymeria when he tried to flee from march to Kings Landing. Martha found him at the front gate as he was preparing to leave again. She carried a message from Sansa. He took it from her and read the 3 words

'The Grassy Vale'

He knew that place. It was controlled by the House Tyrell of Highgarden. It was a 3 month ride. He said his goodbyes to Martha and rode off

...

You were hanging laundry while your son and daughter played in the grassy field next to the small cottage. You smiled at their laughter. The years were long and hard. Mothering 2 little ones was a difficult task. But you did the best you could

All of a sudden it became quiet. You instantly worried. Your hand was on a small knife you found when you heard a male voice speaking to your children. You rounded the corner and came to a skidded stop.

"Hello my love."

"Koner?"

"I have come for you and our children."

You dropped the knife. Standing there in disbelief. You have heard of the battle in Wintefell and the taking of Kings Landing. You had come to believe that he was dead. But you were obviously wrong.

" Why have you come for us? We are perfectly happy here."

His heart sank. Did you really believe what he said all those years ago?

" I have come for my wife. The love of my life. I have been searching for you for 3 years. 3 agonizing years without you and our children. I want my family home, with me. Come back to me my love."

" No tricks?" You voice was soft but weary

He came to you and put his hand on your hair tugging it slightly.

" No tricks."

You hesitated at first. But his eyes told you the truth. He in fact came for you and your children.

You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him ever so tightly.

"Mummy? Who is he?" Your son asked.

You pulled away and wiped your tears. Holding out your hand for him to come to you.

" S, this man is your father." You looked at Koner. " This is Donnis."

Koner kneeled down and smiled at his son. Giving him a hug. " And who might you be?" He asked his daughter.

She ran and hid behind you. Peaking out just a little.

" This is Kira. She's a bit shy." You said bending down and lifted her up. " Darling, no need to be scared. This man is your father. And he's come to take us home."

She looked at you and her eyes went wide. " Winterfell?"

You nodded and she smiled. Kira wanted to be put down. Once her little feet hit the ground she ran to Koner and hugged him.

Tears filled his eyes. Now his heart was completely. He was whole again.

" Common my loves. It's supper time.

...

The children were bathed and put to bed. You found Koner in the bath. Noticing he was having trouble. You went to him and grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning him. Your heart sank seeing he's battle scars.

He noticed you were being extremely careful around where his arm used to be.

" I am but half a man now. But I still love you."

...

You met his gaze. " I do not see half a man...I see my husband...my Koner...even with your thin face and beard. You are still there." You cupped his cheek. " I will love you and I always will."

Koner nodded and pulled you to meet his forehead. " I am so sorry for all the things I have said and done...never in my life have I felt anything but love for you...I am truly sorry you had to raise these two beautiful children on your own...I vow to never again have you doubt my love for you or them."

" Koner." You pulled away and surprised him by climbing in the tub. " You broke my heart. But I have mended it with all my happiest memories of us..."

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He cupped your face after. Wanting so badly to kiss those beautiful lips of yours. Then you stood up and climbed out. Holding your hand out for him.

You lead him to the bed and stripped out of your wet clothing. Seeing you made is stomach flutter. You were so beautiful. You went to lay down and he climbed in with you. He held himself up as best as he could. Trying to stroke your hair. You lifted up and met his lips with yours. Slowly you pushed him into the mattress and climbed on him. Guiding him in you.

" k-koner." You whimpered.

"My love."

You made such sweet love to him. That he thought that had died and went to heaven. As you laid beside you whispered.

" Take me home...take us home."

He nodded and kissed your head. " I will my love."

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