A Song Of Ice And Fire/Game Of Thrones
•the many faces of the years that have changed us By chocolatecarstairs
"If you had to pick, who would be Old Westeros' Sexiest Man Alive?"
"Umm, Gendry. Gendry Waters. Oh, Gods, that's so embarrassing!"
-in which Arya has had a crush on her older costar for ages, and now she finally gets to act it out.
•Reading between the lines By SomewhereBeyondReality
"Everyone knows what I’m from – what I am. I was never stupid enough to think a lady would want me." Arya Stark hears she is to be betrothed to bastard-turned-Baratheon-heir and isn't happy about it. Gendry thinks he knows why. (He doesn't).
AryaxGendry Week 2018. "That's not what I meant."
•Playground Love By TheScarletGarden
A fluffy three-chapters story based on the prompts "Best friend's brother prompt. Dany and Arya are best friends, but Dany has a massive crush on Arya's older brother Jon" from anon and "Kiss #64: Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward" from Elegantfirepoetry (although you will have to wait for the last chapter for the kiss that was promised).
•We Ship It! By TeamGwenee
A series of one-shots and drabbles about Brienne and Jamie, from an outsider's perspective.
•Evaluation By ddagent
The student evaluations for the history department are in: Doctor Lannister and Doctor Tarth need to bang. Now.
•The beast of Casterly Rock By ChocoNut
For years, there have been rumours that Casterly Rock is haunted. To Brienne it is no more than a tale to be enjoyed over a drink and then brushed away. But when her father wanders into forbidden territory, she finds that she is a part of this story.
•ink on a pin, underneath the skin By janie_tangerine
Brienne seems to think about it for a moment, then she gets rid of her leather jacket, again, and while this time she’s wearing a regular blue t-shirt, he can properly see how exactly her arms are covered in ink, differently from last time.
Holy shit. He can barely see skin at this point, or better, he can, but it’s not smooth or uncovered for more than a few inches.
“Let’s say,” she sighs, “that I got one every time I felt in your specific situation.”
Or: in which Jaime really needs a tattoo removed and Brienne owns a parlor.
•That for Destruction Ice By Darkmagyk
The Lady of Winterfell is unmarried but not a maid. She stalks around the keep and the grounds with the same grey eyes as Lord Rickard before her.
She sits in the great hall and hears petitions with the same steely look on her face that Lord Brandon had done when his father was away.
She trains in the yard now. To be a woman of war. The turn of her lip just as Lord Eddard’s had once been, determined and dutiful.
And in all these things, a boy trails after her, learning, watching with the same grey eyes.
•The Cowardly Lion By NoOne0_o
Tommen wants to be brave like Arya Stark. He asks her to teach him how.
•together, that's how it must be By irene123
Theon is Sansa's soul mate. Sansa never wanted someone like Theon to be her soul mate.
He was annoying before she was able to hear his thoughts. After, she was certain that it would be worse.
[She had heard all the stories, about how it happened the moment you turned eighteen, to the minute. How from that point on the moment you saw your soul mate your souls connected and you could hear their thoughts, see their memories. She had read all the stories she could find, the ones they talked about in school. She was fascinated by it all. She couldn't wait for it to happen to her.]
A Proper Knight
Pairing: Jorah Mormont x reader
Requested by: anon ‘Okay, but also, imagine a low born girl falling in love with Jorah because she sees him as an honourable knight like the ones she heard from the stories and he doesn’t understand how she can think so highly of them... and they fall in love <3’
Warnings: talk of war, description of violence (including murder and rape), implied PTSD, younger woman/older man
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You did as the Unsullied soldier asked, waiting behind the heavy door of the Great Hall of Winterfell, brushing imaginary dust off your simple dress. It was your best one, albeit much plainer than even some of the servant girls of Winterfell, and you were self conscious.
You had come to pledge your allegiance against the Lannisters, to the King in the North, or to Lady Sansa Stark. You would pledge your allegiance to almost anyone so long as it was against the Lannisters- you still remembered your mother’s screams as a Lannister bannerman raped her before slitting her throat.
The door opened and the clamour of the lords and ladies inside trailed off as the unsullied soldier directed you forward. “Lady YN of house...” you stared hard at the maester as he squinted at his scroll. You were the last name on his list, crammed in after all of the nobles due to your status as a bastard.
You stood awkwardly, feeling the eyes of everyone staring at you- the lords and ladies behind you staring and murmuring, and the occupants of the head table: Jon Snow, Sansa, Arya and Bran Stark and Daenerys Targaryen, who was accompanied by a man and woman you did not recognise.
“What is your name, my Lady?” Jon Snow asked, quietening down the restless hall.
You looked around, worrying your lip between your teeth. “I-I...” you began, before clearing your throat. “Don’t call me ‘Lady’” you blurted out, resulting in murmuring scattered throughout the hall. “I’m sorry, I-”
“What’s your name, girl? It’s a simple enough question!” One man heckled and you sighed, beginning to turn away.
“Stop. Lord Glover, be quiet,” Arya quipped. “Go on, what’s your name,”
“And your house, if you please. You neglected to include that in your letter,” the maester added.
You took a deep breath. “My name is YN. I- I don’t have a house, I’m sorry. I’ve come to pledge my allegiance against the Lannisters,”
“And your surname? The name of your father,” the maester asked, dipping his quill.
You bit your lip. “I- I don’t know who my father is. I’m a bastard. Just put YN Snow. I’ve come to pledge my allegiance to the King in the North,”
There was a brief silence before Jon spoke. “There is no king in the north. I’ve bent the knee,” you turned to Bran, given that he was Ned Stark’s surviving true born son. “To Daenerys of House Targaryen,”
You frowned briefly, staring curiously at the dragon queen. “They say you have dragons, as big as a house. Is that true?” You asked. “Your grace,” you added quickly.
Daenerys smiled slightly. “Bigger,” she said with a smirk.
“Then Cersei Lannister and the Mountain that Rides ought to fire-proof their buildings,” you said. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to... well, I can’t fight, not with a sword at least. But I can fire an arrow in a straight line and that’s something. And if you don’t want me on the battlefield, I can cook, and my mother taught me to repair clothes, and my brother taught me how to sharpen blades. Just because I’m a bastard, doesn’t mean I’m not useful. Isn’t that right, Jon Snow?” Jon smiled slightly and nodded, seeing the twinkle in Brienne of Tarth and Lyanna Mormont’s eye as you spoke.
Slowly, every member of the head table nodded their heads. As you were beginning to seek out an empty seat, Daenerys spoke up. “Ser Jorah with help you refine your archery,” she said, gesturing to the tall man behind her. You looked at him properly for the first time. He was old, old enough to be your father at least, and handsome. “Yes, your grace,” you said.
“Draw the string back to your ear. These bows are probably stiffer than you’re used to, so really pull,”
You nodded, your hand trembling by your ear with the effort of holding back the string. You were eager to impress Ser Jorah Mormont- he was the first proper knight you had ever seen, and the first person more noble than a true born commoner you had had a proper conversation with.
“Loose,” he said and you did as you were bid. You turned to get a new arrow, assuming that one had missed the target, but as you were knocking it, you looked up. Ser Jorah was smiling. “Impressive. If that were a soldier, he’d be floored,” you smiled bashfully, fumbling and dropping your new arrow. Jorah smiled softly, picking it up and handing it to you, smiling softly at you from the ground.
He found you endearing, and he knew from your speech in the great hall that you were a force to be reckoned with. “Here. I think we’ll be able to hit the bullseye by the end of the day,” he said, moving behind you. “Knock,” he murmured, observing your movements. “Draw... turn your hips ever so slightly to the left, your arm will follow,”
“Like this?” You murmured, eyes focused completely on the target in front of you.
“Exactly like that. Loose,” you held your breath as you let go and watched the arrow soar towards... the bullseye!
“Well done, My Lady,” Jorah said softly.
“Ser Jorah, I’m not a lady. Why D’you keep calling me that?”
“It’s... polite, I suppose. And it’s a habit by now,”
“You really are a proper knight, aren’t you?” You teased, going to collect the arrows that littered the target.
“I mean... I’m a Ser, if that’s what you mean. I was made a knight by a monarch,”
“That doesn’t make you a proper knight. You’re like the ones in the songs and the tales. A gallant, generous, brave man, with honour and dignity and all the things that we sing about,”
Jorah smiled fondly and shook his head. “I’ve done bad things, YN. I’ve killed people,”
“So have I. So has Jon Snow,”
You froze, before nodding, turning away from him. “When I was fifteen, two Lannister knights broke into our home. They murdered my baby sister. They took turns raping my mother, then they slit her throat, for the crime of being a northerner, and for recognising Robb Stark as king,”
“What did you do?” Jorah said softly, approaching you slowly, as if you were a doe about to bolt away. “You can tell me. You won’t get into trouble for it,”
“One of the soldiers was huge. I thought he was the Hound at first, but he had no burns. It was his brother, the Mountain. The other knight told him to ride on, to find another village to ransack while he... finished with my mother. I was hiding in the pantry, and I took the knife that was on the table, still covered in my sister’s blood. A-and I crept up behind him as he wiped his hands on my mother’s dress... and... and...” you shuddered, remembering the heat of the blood over your hands, the way you scrubbed and scrubbed at them in a nearby river, the way you vomited at the thought of the Lannister knight’s corpse covering your mother’s...
“And that’s why you came here?” Jorah said quietly. You were leaning into his chest now as he rocked you, rubbing your back.
“Mm... they weren’t proper knights. They weren’t noble or gallant... they attacked two women and a baby in the dead of night. They had no honour. They were not just. You may think you are a bad knight, Ser Jorah, but what I saw that night... nobody could be worse than that. Goodnight, Ser,” you mumbled, pulling away from him as you made your way to your allocated room, dazed. Jorah stared after you, his heart twinging with more than just sympathy...
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