#stark!oc

[diamantar]

OPORTUNIDAD

→ Viserys Targaryen x fem!Stark!OC (ft. Daemon Targaryen)

✦ Sinopsis: En un matrimonio arreglado las infidelidades son plato de cada día, aunque jamás consideró tomar aquel camino hasta que entabló relación con el hermano de su esposo.

✦ Advertencias: Matrimonio arreglado / Infidelidad / Angst.

✦ Palabras: 2415

✦ Pedido: Si, de Wattpad.

✦ Gif: ladydostoevsky

✦ Nota: ¡Comentarios, likes y reblogs son muy apreciados! ♡

Apenas había cumplido quince años cuando en una nubosa mañana de invierno se convirtió en esposa de Daemon Targaryen, ambos brillando de pies a cabeza en un intento de ocultar el fastidio. En retrospectiva, aún no entendía como pensaron que unirla a él era una buena idea, especialmente cuando lo conocía desde pequeña y siempre expresó lo que le disgustaba. A su parecer no era más que un bruto irresponsable que vivía para seguir impulsos, apenas salvándole el hecho de que era un excelente guerrero. Lloró cuando supo que estaban comprometidos, pero las mujeres de la familia Stark ferozmente reprendieron el capricho por ser “una gran oportunidad”.

La primera vez que pensó bien de Daemon fue durante la noche de bodas, donde el joven fue excepcionalmente compresivo con su terror al coito y se encargó de fabricar una elaborada escena para engañar al resto. Arrugó las sabanas, punzó su muslo para dejar sangre como prueba de la penetración y acomodó las ropas de ambos en el suelo, luego de casi dos horas saliendo y dejando que los mayores encontraran la farsa. Numerosas damas la cubrieron con una bata y él permaneció en un rincón junto a Viserys, en solo unos minutos ganándose su profundo agradecimiento.

Desde ese día comenzó a verlo en una nueva luz, de pronto abriéndose y dejando que rompiera la barrera que había creado entre los dos. Halló en él un buen confidente, una persona que la acompañaba en la cama y no la forzaba a cumplir con las reglas de la realeza en el desespero de tener un hijo. Entendió su actitud y la resistencia a la autoridad, el deseo de vivir libre y no permitir que alguien más lo obligara a tomar un camino que no quería.

Por unos cuantos meses pensó que Daemon era mejor de lo que parecía y de a poco cayó por sus encantos, especialmente cuando Aemma Arryn le informó que, según Viserys, él se enamoró apenas la vio bajar del carruaje que la trajo de Invernalia. La idea de formar familia empezó a ser un concepto atractivo y le emocionaba salvarse de tener que vivir infeliz junto un hombre que no la quería, pero la fantasía de cristal pronto se convirtió en añicos.

Bien sabía de la predilección de su esposo por el vino y nunca cuestionó que saliera a beber hasta altas horas, ya que era una actividad que realizaba desde antes de que se casaran. Aún así, a pesar de que debió haberlo imaginado, la noticia de sus frecuentes visitas a la Calle de la Seda le congelaron el corazón. El poco amor que surgió se esfumó y rápidamente recordó porqué nunca debió ignorar el instinto que desde niña le gritó que Daemon no era el indicado.

Los muros crecieron más altos que nunca y el hombre se sumió en los placeres, ni siquiera intentando superar la fría cordialidad con la que lo trataba. Las pocas veces que dormían juntos él caía rendido luego de tanto alcohol y algunos integrantes del Consejo Privado empezaban a agitarse por la falta de embarazo. Aquellos hombres tenían demasiada habilidad en arruinarle el día y más de una vez deseó que los lobos de su familia los destrozaran, pero, como siempre, debió callar y aguantar en silencio.

Soportó rumores y miradas hasta que un inesperado aliado apareció, Viserys siendo una brisa fresca entre tanto humo que la ahogaba. Con sonrisas apenadas y tímidas se acercó en absoluta comprensión, ya que él vivía los mismos disgustos con la presión de tener un sucesor varón. Al oírlo se sintió entendida y con el paso del tiempo aprendió que era alguien de fiar, ya que ninguna confidencia resonó en los pasillos de la Fortaleza Roja.

El vacío de atención y compañía finalmente fue llenado por el Rey, el cual le enviaba cartas cuando no podían pasear por los jardines o ir a la recamara de alguno a conversar. Mentalmente quería controlar la esperanza cuando ambos estaban casados y él tenía una esposa que se desvivía para cumplir las demandas de un heredero, pero el brillo en los ojos de Viserys no lo hacía fácil.

Por su parte, Daemon, seguía igual de perdido en los placeres de la ciudad y apenas hablaba en las pocas mañanas que llegaban a despertar al lado del otro. De todos modos, a años de la boda y sin aún tener sexo, logró dar a luz a un sano y hermoso niño rubio de grandes ojos violeta.

Rhaegar Targaryen existía para enamorar a quien cruzara camino con él, sonrisas de blancas perlas apareciendo entre un aura gentil y brillante. La personalidad distaba mucho de “Lord Lecho de Pulgas”, tanto que los ancianos que llegaron a conocerlo desde la cuna insistían que parecían opuestos, y oír esas declaraciones solo la aliviaban al no querer que Daemon lo influenciara. Sabía que lo mejor era que todos dijeran que se parecía a él, que así la infidelidad pasaría desapercibida, pero siempre podría anunciar que esas diferencias venían de su parte de la familia.

Viserys mantenía la fachada a pesar de saber la verdad, en el inicio amargura llenándolo al tener un hijo que no podía celebrar. Finalmente tenía lo que tanto deseó y estaba obligado a mantenerlo en las sombras, aunque culpabilidad frenó cualquier fantasía cuando Aemma falleció dando a luz. Se suponía que pasarían varios días celebrando, pero cada acto cesó ante la noticia de que el nonato, Baelon Targaryen, tampoco sobrevivió las primeras horas de vida.

Ambas muertes fueron un golpe terrible y, como era de esperar, Daemon no tuvo mejor idea que escapar a la Calle de Seda y nombrar al pequeño como el “Heredero por un Día”. Ebrio y poco cuidadoso no imaginó que la voz correría, y mucho menos pensó que a primer hora del amanecer Otto Hightower comunicara la falta de respeto a un Viserys emocionalmente herido.

—Señorita Stark, el Rey la solicita.

Monótona e impasible, la sirvienta aguardó mientras bajaba la taza de té y asombro pintaba cada músculo facial.

—¿Ha dicho por qué? —preguntó en el proceso de limpiar cualquier resto de desayuno en los labios.

—No, solo que la acercara lo antes posible al Salón del Trono.

Un incomodo sentimiento le cerró el estómago y provocó una breve ráfaga de nauseas, todo de aquella invitación siendo diferente a los encuentros que hasta ese momento tuvieron.

—De acuerdo, iré.

Inspiró profundo en el proceso de levantarse y dejó que los pies la guiaran, en la puerta recibiéndola un guardia y dejando que ingresara. Avanzó por el enorme espacio apreciando al hombre, el cual vestía de negro y se hallaba sentado con expresión tensa.

—Majestad —saludó antes de reverenciar, fielmente ajustándose a las etiquetas al haber personal militar presente—. Vine tan rápido como pude, ¿en qué puedo ayudarle?

Conectando miradas, pudo notar como sus ojos se suavizaban un momento antes de regresar a un sentimiento oscuro.

—Desde que te he conocido has sido alguien de confiar y no planeo someterte a interrogatorio porque sé la clase de persona que eres… —realizó una breve pausa por la incomodidad de tener que actuar tan distante—. Pero me veo en obligación de preguntar, ¿sabes dónde estuvo Daemon anoche?

—Lamento no tener información que sea de ayuda, pero desconozco las actividades de mi esposo —contestó presionando y frotando los labios en un breve gesto de ansiedad.

—Es de común saber que mi hermano escapa a las responsabilidades, así que entiendo la ignorancia.

—¿Ha sucedido algo, señor? —preguntó con piel erizada en anticipación.

Viserys se removió en el trono y encajó la mandíbula en enojo, un gesto que la asustó al ser muy poco usual.

—Bajo el manto de la oscuridad, Daemon, escapó a un burdel a beber y hundirse con gente cuestionable a faltar el respeto de mi hijo fallecido —explicó elevando la voz en cada palabra—. Lo coronó “Heredero por un Día” y pasó cada rato libre lejos de su familia, ¡ni siquiera consolando a Rhaenyra!

Palidez la pintó de la impresión y colocó una mano en el pecho por el grave error, inmediatamente amagando a disculparse hasta que recordó que no fue error suyo.

—Realmente me deja estupefacta… esto es… no sé… —bajó la cabeza con el corazón sumamente acelerado.

—Daemon ha sido llamado y está de camino a recibir castigo —informó en tono normal evitando generarle estrés—. Como dije, sé la clase de persona que eres y tendré consideración por la gran alianza con tu familia, pero debes estar presente para saber cómo quedará la situación.

—Por supuesto.

Claramente preocupada esperó a un costado y sintió fugaces miradas de Viserys, al ceder apreciando que intentaba tranquilizarla con un lenguaje corporal amable. Emitió una pequeña sonrisa y regresó a mirar el suelo, entonces la puerta abriéndose y enseñando al Targaryen en juicio. Brevemente se miraron y luego observaron al Rey, el cual enderezó la espalda e inmediatamente empezó a tratar el desacato.

—Fue mi manera de llevar el infortunio, cada uno actúa de manera distinta —excusó en tono bajo, definitivamente tomándolo desprevenido que lo dicho llegara a la Fortaleza Roja.

Juntando las manos al frente se contuvo de negar ante el carácter de Daemon, especialmente cuando empezó a pelear por su posición en la Corte Real.

—¡Suficiente! He aguantado, he intentado comprenderte y razonar, pero ya no más —gritó Viserys completamente harto—. Toma tu dragón y abandona Desembarco del Rey, vete y busca en otras tierras como ser un hombre decente.

Aquella sentencia de destierro fue inesperada y la femenina los miró intentando dilucidar donde quedaba ella, un tema que el Targaryen menor también consideró.

—¿Harás que deje a mi esposa e hijo?

—Nunca estás con ellos y apenas cumples tus deberes, ¿ahora te preocupa mantener la farsa?

La selección de palabras la congeló de pies a cabeza y por unos momentos dejó de respirar mientras veía al regente con susto.

—¿Te atreves a difamar cuando apenas puedes ser Rey? Es hipócrita señalar cuando tampoco llegas al estándar —frunció el ceño conteniéndose de acercarse, porque sabía que los guardias lo sacarían de la habitación.

Viserys calló un momento e inspiró intentando mantener compostura, entonces mirando a la mujer que secretamente amaba y notando la oportunidad que se presentaba.

—No solo abandonarás estas tierras, Daemon, sino que también anularé tu matrimonio. Te irás y serás libre de revolcarte con cuanta prostituta quieras, pero no ensuciaras más el nombre y la cama de la dama que todos los días ha soportado tu indecencia.

—¿Cómo? —preguntó con un cambio de expresión que erizó los cabellos, los guardias en la habitación preparándose ante la amenaza.

—Una mujer proveniente de la casa Stark no debería vivir en tales condiciones, con un hombre incapaz de valorarla —aseguró al tiempo que inflaba el pecho y elevaba el mentón—. Cuidaré de ella y criaré a Rhaegar como el heredero legitimo al trono que es.

Exponer la verdad le estrujó el corazón en angustia y miedo, inevitablemente soltando un quejido mientras se le humedecían los ojos.

—¿Qué has dicho? —preguntó incrédulo y sin pestañear, al ver la reacción femenina su cuello y nuca tomando color por la furia—. ¿¡No es mi hijo!?

—Lo siento, p-pero nosotros nunca… consumamos el matrimonio —explicó juntando ambas manos en el pecho.

—¡Mientes!

—Las pocas noches que no estabas hasta la mañana en los burdeles llegabas absolutamente ebrio y perdías la conciencia apenas tocabas la almohada —jadeó con el labio inferior temblando.

—¿¡Entonces la solución fue refugiarte en mi hermano!?

—¡Arruinaste el poco amor que te tuve! —defendió exasperada—. Llegué a ver lo bueno en ti hasta que me cambiaste por la Calle de Seda, quise que nos acercáramos y…

—¡Calla! —interrumpió yendo decidido a hacerle quién sabe qué.

—¡Deténganlo! —ordenó Viserys poniéndose de pie, los guardias inmediatamente agarrándolo y alejándolo—. Ya has hecho demasiado daño, no permitiré que lastimes a mi futura esposa.

—¡Desgraciado! —gritó al tiempo que forcejeaba, el movimiento haciendo las armaduras tintinear.

—Sáquenlo, no dejen que siga un día más en Desembarco del Rey.

Asintiendo pequeño, los dos hombres que agarraban al Targaryen empezaron a arrastrarlo fuera del salón. Maldiciones y promesas de retribución retumbaron en las paredes hasta que estuvo lejos, el ambiente siendo pésimo hasta que Rhaenyra apareció con mirada humedecida.

—Crucé a Daemon y dijo… —apretó los labios y tragó intentando no derrumbarse—. ¿Es verdad? —inquirió a pesar de que sabía la respuesta por el aspecto de ambos.

Viserys dudó un momento antes de recordar la confianza que lo llevó a revelar el secreto, firme bajando los escalones del trono.

—Si, Rhaegar es tu hermano.

La noción del parentesco envió un desagradable escalofrío en Rhaenyra, quien tenía la herida de su madre y hermano al rojo vivo. Miró a la mujer y limpió una lagrima rebelde antes de cerrar ambas manos en puños.

—Felicidades, engendraste al próximo Rey —jactó dolida en el proceso de girar y dirigirse a la puerta.

—No fue con ese propósito, ¡amo a tu padre! —declaró desesperada, pero la joven siguió sin mirar atrás.

—Vigilen la entrada —indicó el regente al personal presente, cada uno saliendo y cerrando la puerta para cuidar desde el exterior.

Ambos voltearon al otro y relajaron los hombros, Viserys abriendo los brazos y encerrándola entre ellos.

—Impulsivo, lo que hiciste no tuvo preparación —reclamó contra su pecho, desesperada agarrándolo de la ropa.

—Ciertamente, pero tomé la oportunidad cuando se presentó —explicó al tiempo que la consolaba con delicadas caricias—. Si lo planeábamos habríamos estado mejor mentalizados, pero las reacciones no hubieran cambiado.

—Puede ser… —suspiró insegura, aunque en lo profundo sabía que tenía razón.

—En poco el impacto pasará y podrás disfrutar de finalmente ser libre.

—La gente juzgará por los pasillos —soltó las telas para colocar ambas manos en el pecho de Viserys.

—Nadie es libre de la opinión ajena, pero serás reina y eso te ahorrará varios problemas.

La noción del rol que cumpliría en el futuro le aflojó las rodillas, sin embargo logró aguantar y mirarlo a los ojos.

—¿En serio me harás tu esposa?

—Absolutamente, es momento de elegir con quien compartir mis días —dijo mientras iba a sostenerla de la mejilla—. Te amo, estoy ansioso de vivir contigo y criar en conjunto al pequeño Rhaegar.

—Nuestro hijo —murmuró poniendo una mano sobre la de él.

Cansados y abrumados compartieron un beso amargo por el mal momento vivido, pero un trasfondo dulce otorgaba la fuerza que necesitaban para soportar y luchar por la felicidad.

#hotd #house of the dragon #la casa del dragón #viserys targaryen #viserys x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x reader #hotd scenario #hotd scenarios #viserys targaryen x reader #viserys targaryen imagine #viserys targaryen imagines #viserys targaryen scenarios #viserys targaryen scenario #stark!reader #stark!oc #viserys imagine #viserys imagines #viserys scenarios #viserys scenario #viserys targaryen oneshot #viserys targaryen oneshots #imagine #imagines #scenarios #scenario #oneshot #oneshots #hotd fanfic

[vannyandthejets]

The Wolf and the Wildling

Series Masterlist

༄ Media: Game of Thrones x The Walking Dead

༄ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Stark!OC

༄ Era: Seasons 1-8 of Game of Thrones

༄ Status: Ongoing

Synopsis: A chance encounter with the gruff and mysterious Daryl Dixon from Beyond the Wall saves Lannister captive Lady Adara Stark from the certain demise she awaited in King's Landing. Together the two embark on a journey where death and danger lurk in the shadows, and the greatest threat of all gets closer by the day. With the War of the Five Kings raging and bounties on both their heads, Adara and Daryl must lean on each other in order to survive.

Disclaimers!

GOT is a TV series for mature audiences, as it contains graphic scenes of violence, assault, animal death, and gore, and the same goes for this work. There will be scenes of attempted SA, but I will make sure to put a TW on the chapters that contain those.

This is a fanfiction based on the events of the TV series “Game of Thrones,” in the world of “Game of Thrones,” with characters from the TV series “The Walking Dead.” It will follow the GOT series throughout all 8 seasons, so I HIGHLY suggest either watching the show beforehand or watching as you read. In my humble opinion, in order to best understand the references made throughout this work, watching the show in its entirety would be the best choice.

Although this will contain several characters from TWD, it is not based on events from the show, both because we’re not in TWDU, and it doesn’t fit with the story. Some characters won’t know each other, some will. Some characters from TWD who aren’t dead might die, and some who die might stay alive. I’ll try my absolute best to give all the best characters their cameo, but the world of GOT is massive, so if you find yourself wondering “Where’s [insert TWD character]?” please try not to forget that I’m somewhere right now sitting in my room, not having eaten or slept in days, tinfoil hat matting my hair as I attempt to work people in and out of this extremely detailed lore AND create my own.

IMPORTANT: If you read this and think Daryl is a little OOC, *PLEASE* keep in mind this isn’t the same exact Daryl who grew up in rural Georgia and went through hell in the show fighting walkers. Yes, he’s a wildling, so he absolutely does not trust the “kneelers” of Westeros, but he’s been there so many times and been trained well enough by Rick that he’s confident in his ability to move through the North (emphasis there) without being detected for a false northman. If you’ve seen Game of Thrones, you understand how different the South is. I won’t say too much, but just keep that in mind and try not to dismiss me for someone who doesn’t know Daryl well. I have to give him personality traits from the wildlings AND just the GOT world in general, but trust, we’ll be seeing more of the mistrusting Daryl we all know and love.

I hope that covers all the bases, but if not, please feel free to let me know! Happy reading!

Chapter One: Daryl

Chapter Two: Adara

Chapter Three: Daryl

Chapter Four: Daryl

Chapter Five: Adara

Chapter Six: Daryl

Chapter Seven: Adara (coming soon!)

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[loki-princeofasgard]

For All Times (part 1)

Mobius x OFC

The library was bathed in a soft light.  Mobius is focused on a stack of files spread out before him, his brow furrowed in concentration. Mobius looks up when he sees Aurora walking in his direction. He turns back to the pile of files on the table in front of him and begins shuffling them around. After a few moments of silence, he looks back up at Aurora "Ah, there you are. What was it you needed, Rory?" he asks  

She looks at the files spread out before him and sit next to him. “I was gonna ask for your help in a case, but it looks like you’re the one needing my help. So...what can I do for you?  

Mobius turns to look at her as he lets out a long sigh, clearly frustrated after working for hours "It's just some reports...nothing too complicated" He said while rolling his eyes. "But my hands are full, so I would appreciate the help" he added  

 Aurora looks at him with a soft smile and notices Mobius is struggling to stay focused "You know you can take a break and come back to it when you're more energized" Aurora suggests  

 Mobius gives her a sharp look before sighing in frustration. He then nods at her and continues working while Aurora help him stack the papers.   

"I appreciate the help, Rory" he says as he watches her work with her eyes on the papers. "I really don't understand why Ravonna insists on me doing paperwork when she has an entire agency of analyst at her fingertips"    

He takes a quick glance at her before turning his focus back to the paperwork "Anyways, what did you need help for?" he says while typing away on a tablet.  

Rory looks at him “It's not important right now...I still have time. What do you need me to do?”.  

Mobius takes a breath and places the tablet down before turning to her* "Just help me sort these papers" he says while pointing to the scattered pile "I have them organized by date and timeline event, but I really need to make some progress and this is taking too long". “Okay” Aurora says.  

 He leans back in his seat and watches her work, his head resting against the backrest of the chair. After two hours, they finished “Alright, all done Mo”.  

"I can't thank you enough for helping and listening to my ranting, Rory" he says while stretching and rubbing his eyes. "My neck hurts, and my eyes are tired from all that reading" he adds "You know what I need right now? Some pie" Mobius chuckles. "Want to join me? My treat" he says with a smile while grabbing his jacket and waiting for her.  

Aurora smiles back at Mobius, happy to see him in a more cheerful mood "Of course Mo" she says while joining him, eager to eat pie after a grueling day of work. “You know, B-15 told me they have a new flavor of pie in the TVA menu.” she smiles at him as they walk through the hallway.  

"Oh really?" Mobius raises an eyebrow "So what flavor are we talking about?" He walks beside her, a smile planted on his face as they make their way through the hallway. “Chocolate pie” Aurora answer and smile. “It was my favorite before...the TVA.”  

"Chocolate? Now you're speaking my language" his eyes sparkles at the thought of eating pie and she chuckles. "Come on, I wanna try the pie before it disappears on us". He leads her down the Hall, walking through the various offices and cubicles filled with TVA agents. They reach the cafeteria and Mobius holds the door open for her "Ladies first" he says with a sly smirk.  

As they enter, they are greeted immediately with the smell of hot food and drinks. As their gaze sweeps the cafeteria, they find many familiar faces of TVA agents, who were already finishing up their lunch. "It smells delicious in here" Mobius says while scanning the place for a seat. His eyes land on a corner table for two and he points towards it "Shall we?" he asks Aurora and she just nods. He leads her to the corner table and pulls out a chair for her before taking a seat next to her "This is probably the only good thing about this place" he says as he looks around at the familiar surroundings and employees.  

“I know” Aurora says while she smile at him. Mobius get up to get them the pie. While he does that, she thinks about when she first got here, how confusing it was and how Mobius made everything better. She kept looking at him, thinking about how their friendship developed and the crush she has on him. Rory never told him. She couldn't risk losing her friend if he didn't correspond her feelings.  

He returns a few minutes later with two slices of chocolate pie, one for each of them. He places one in front of her before taking a seat next to Rory, smiling at her warmly as he begins to eat. He takes a bite of the pie and hums in approval, his eyes closed for a few moments. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes to see her looking at him* "What is it, Rory?" he asks with a small smile, his eyebrow raised "You look thoughtful".  

“I was just thinking about the pie...”she lies to him, not wanting to tell the real thoughts in her head “It’s been some time since we had chocolate around here”. She looks at the pie in front of her and takes a bite. She accidentally moans at how good that pie is, but soon realizes what she just did, blushing and hoping that Mobius haven't noticed, knowing that if he has, he will definitely tease her about it.  

Mobius's eyebrow raises when he hears the little moan. He takes another bite of his pie and watches her eat. When he sees her turn bright red, he leans in and smiles "Did that pie just make you moan?" He asks with a smirk.  

“Stop it” Aurora says at his teasing and blushes even more. Mobius leans in and winks at her, trying to hold in a laugh "What if I don't want to stop?" He chuckles and then take another bite of his pie, before slowly chewing it while watching her reaction.  

She looks down really embarrassed and laughs softly “Stop it Mo”. Aurora’s laughter seemed to encourage Mobius to keep teasing her, he leans in a little bit closer and gives her a smile "You know you're adorable when you're blushing"  he says with a chuckle.  

“Oh god, stop it” she laughs again and keeps blushing. She put her hands on her face to hide it from Mobius. He chuckles at her reaction "I don't know..I kinda like this side of you, seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed" he says with a smirk. He looks at her hand covering her face "What are you doing there?" *He holds her hands in his, taking away from her face.  

Aurora tries to pull back, but Mobius holds her hands in his, keeping them close to him "Stop it, Mo!" she laughs and tries to take her hand back, but she stops struggling when he holds her hands. She keeps it there, not pulling back for a few seconds as she looks back at him..Mobius can see how her cheeks are getting red "What are you doing?" she whispers to him but he can see in her expression that she doesn't really mind him holding her like this  

He smiles at her and leans in, looking deep into her eyes "I think it's time you admit that you like this side of me too, Rory” he says softly "I can see how much you enjoy it." He strokes his hand across her cheek and brushes through her hair, smiling at her as he does. His gaze moves down to her lips, and he notices how beautiful and inviting they are. He caresses her hands with his, keeping it close to him "Don't you agree?" he asks her.  

Her heart starts to beat really fast. Kissing him it's all she wanted, but she thinks he's just teasing and playing with her. Aurora’s eyes start to look glossy with tears and she pulls back, looking at him really hurt “It's this all a game to you?” she asks.  

Mobius looks at her in surprise and let go of her hand "What do you mean? " he asks her, noticing how she seemed upset. "Is my teasing too much for you?" *He tries to reach out for her hand again, but she brushes off. He waits for her response, a look of confusion and concern on his face.  

Aurora takes a few seconds to think "Sometimes I can't tell if you're teasing me or not Mo" she says softly, her voice trembles as if she was about to cry "You're always so sarcastic and joking around. It's hard to know when you're being serious" she wipes her tears, feeling stupid for getting emotional. Of course, he would never return her feelings...they’re just friend after all. "But it's fine".  

Mobius stays quiet when he hears her words, his eyebrows lowered as he tries to understand what she meant. He seems to notice her tears and gently puts his hand under her chin and lift her face towards him. "Rory" he says softly while looking at her "This isn't about the teasing, is it? Do you...do you want to talk about it?". He puts his hand on her knee, hoping to comfort her.  

Aurora looks at him and shakes her head slightly “No, it's fine really....No need to worry” she tries to put a smile on her face "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you with this”.  

“So...what about our movie night this week?” she says to change the subject. Aurora and Mobius have a movie night once a week.  

Mobius nods at her change of subject, glad to see that Aurora looks more relaxed now. He also didn't get an answer from her, so he'll just drop it. His face light up at the mention of the movie night "Oh that's right, the movie night! What are we watching this week?" He asks with a grin, hoping she can pick something that will cheer her up. “It’s okay, you can choose again.” She says.  

“Oh come on, you can't leave me responsible for the choice.” He says, giving her a teasing glare "I want to see your movie taste. Unless you don't mind watching one of my favorite movie again" He gives her a sly grin expecting her to be intrigued by the question.  

“Oh no! I'll choose then. If I have to watch Star Wars again, I'll prune myself” she says playfully. “Okay, I’ll choose. Wedding Crashers?”  

He chuckles at her comment, but he's surprised by her choice "Wedding crashes? Why Wedding Crashers?" He's puzzled at her picking a comedy instead of sci-fi movie. "I mean it's a great movie, but it has been years since I watched it. What makes you want to watch it now?" He's genuinely curious and intrigued as to what prompted her choice. “There's this actor in the movie that I find really cute.” she smiles at Mobius, waiting for his reaction.  

"He's cute?" He seems amused and curious. He thinks for a moment and decides to go along with her choice "Fine, we'll watch Wedding Crashers. And you better not be looking at the actor the whole time” he says with a smirks. Aurora just laughs at his reaction.  

"Oh come now, be honest with me. I want to know who's the actor you like"  He says with a grin as he leans back on his chair, he is truly curious to know what she thinks. "Well? Who's the actor?" *He pauses for a moment* "And don't you dare say Owen Wilson”.  

“Why not?” she smile. “He is cute...and hot...and remind me of someone I know...”she looks at Mobius smirking. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles at her response "Remind you of someone you know?" He gives her a teasing smile as he looks at her. Seeing her reaction has his curiosity peaked, and he wants to know more about this mysterious someone she is reminded of "Do share, who's this someone you know that reminds you of Owen Wilson?" He ask her with a smirk. “Oh! I'll never tell you that, you'll just gonna have to find out by yourself” Aurora says in a playful tone.  

Mobius can't help but smile at her playfulness "Ah now you made me intrigued even more". He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms, looking at her in a playful manner "Fine, we'll watch Wedding Crashers...and, while we watch the movie, I get to ask you questions about the mysterious someone you know that reminds you of Owen Wilson... Deal?" “Deal” she responds.  

Giving her a broad smile, Mobius says "Wonderful!" Aurora can see that he's actually excited to this little game and she can't help but smile back at his excitement.    

"I need to finish up the rest of the paperwork so I think I'm gonna head back to work. I'll see you later at the movie night" He says as he stands up and walk away towards his cubicle.  

Aurora looks at him smiling “Okay...see you later in my place at seven? Oh, and bring the popcorn.” He looks back at her and nods, a smile on his face "It's a date....I mean see you later..I'll bring the popcorn." He says in a flirty tone with a grin before disappearing into his cubicle.  

#agent mobius x reader #mobius m mobius x oc #mobius m mobius #mobius m mobius x reader #loki series #stark!oc

[baratheon-babe]

First Fic Idea!!

#baratheon!reader #baratheon #robert baratheon #stark #stark!oc #got smut #got x reader

[shripscapi]

lady catelyn

#catelyn stark #catelyn tully #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #my art #I think I don’t really hc her as casually having her hair down like this but for the sake of highlighting it I had to make an exception #now I have a random ass fish brush I made specifically for this and I have to figure out how to use it again #going to have to start putting my ocs in all sorts of fish patterned garments

[bidonicart]

Lyanna Stark and ser Gerold Hightower at the Tower of Joy.

A scenario conceived by @seaworthit, scripted by @nobodysuspectsthebutterfly and adapted into a comic by me.

where else to find me

#valyrianscrolls #asoiaf art #lyanna stark #gerold hightower #jon snow #tower of joy #this is all very quick and spontaneous #also a rehearsal for the oc comic i'm working on #i want to find that sweet spot where things have an acceptable level of finish but are also sustainable for several pages #ETA: this is essentially fanfic so if you feel the need to debate the canonicity of it... Please write your own meta post #my comics

[misguidedasgardian]

The price of war, part 2

Part 1

Summary: You are getting accustomed to your new life as the Lady of Winterfell

Warnings: it is implied that reader has a "midsize" body or rather she is plus size, cursing, forced marriage, a bit of humiliation and degradation (just between them both), talks about body shaming (not towards reader), reader is concern her body will change, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy, body changing, SMUT, body worship, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation I think, might miss some warnings but you know me.

Notes: no please this will not become a story, I just felt kinky

This happens a couple of months after the first part, but BEFORE that little flash-forward

This wasn’t easy, not at all

Cregan was not going to support your brother, but he has decided to kept you with him

You married him a couple of days later after he had you, Jace even gave you away to him with a mocking stance after he himself took his liberties with you once in Cregan’s chambers

Only once

Because the wolf didn’t want to share you, he said so himself…

The trace of Jace’s hands vanished quickly from your body, Cregan had made sure of it

Now two months had passed and even though you were the lady of Winterfell, you barely left the castle, you barely did anything…

Your days consisted of rising up with Cregan inside of you, he would fuck you tired, when you’d come to your senses he would be finishing breaking his fast, leaving you with a small feast as he went away to deals with matters of importance to the biggest of the 7 Kingdoms. He wouldn’t tell you what he’d do… you thought because they were preparing for marching…

Against your family.

You’d spend your short days… as winter was coming… sewing, reading northerners history, and chatting with servants maids and people of the castle.

They were becoming… softer towards you.

They were sweet and nice but… there was a secret arrangement between the servants and soldiers of Winterfell… you were not to leave…

Nobody would physically stop you, but those days you dared go outside to the courtyard, you felt the soldiers sting you nervously, how the maids would never leave you alone…

So you’d return inside, it was chilly anyways

At night when Cregan returned, no matter how much you’d try to initiate conversation, he would quiet you with kisses and caresses, he would take you once and again, and those sweet times when you would lay over him, your head in his chest… you try to ask him about his day…

And he would imply, annoyed, that you didn’t need to know it…

He thought you were trying to spy on him

And that made you sad

Three full moons had passed since that fateful day you landed your dragon outside the double walls of Winterfell…

And all that time alone with yourself.. had make you more aware… self aware

Something was off, as you broke your fast… alone… the sole smell of those wild boar sausages made your stomach do somersaults inside of you…

You had been feeling.. heavier lately.. more sensitive, and now you wanted to throw up

Perhaps you were dying

Catched some desease that only southerners in the north could catch…

But oh you knew the truth, deep inside

You weren’t an idiot

The maid catched you with your hands in your sensitive breasts…

The maester was called, and your doubts dissipated

You were with child

Cregan was coming home tonight and you were waiting for him with a small feast and candles lighten

You… we’re conflicted about Cregan, he was gruff, a bit wild, but he never mistreated you, he was gentle and sensual with you, and wether you had liked it or not, he was your husband…

You just wanted to melt the ice around him…

So when he entered his chambers he found you waiting for him with a soft smile

He smirked

Now you were changing tactics… he thought… you were trying to soften him, get him to lower his guards… he found it endearing

“What’s all this my sweet lady wife?”, he asked, you got nervous all of a sudden

“I wanted to tell you something…”

The child you were expecting… it was not Cregan’s first born, he already had a son, Rickon, who he wouldn’t let you meet yet… he had no need of a heir, he already had one… so you’d imagine he didn’t care much, but if he didn’t want more children… he wouldn’t have bed you as much…

You only hope this could bring you both together

“Go ahead”, he encouraged

You knew he didn’t trust you

You had this plan to ease him into it, to start dining, to chat a bit about his day, and then finally you'd tell him about your condition, but his piercing gray eyes were drilling into your nervous stare, and he seemed impatient, so you guessed it was better to just tell him.

"I'm with child", you said with a small smile.

You were happy, you always wanted to have your own family, you did, perhaps it was your father's neglect, or your mother's stern interactions with you all, but you wanted to have children of your own, just so you could love them as much and as best as you could, because you knew you could do better than what you had

Cregan chuckled darkly

"Oh my sweet, innocent little wife, I had noticed already", he purred, with his usual smirk

"Uh?", you muttered, one of your hands in your yet somewhat flat belly

"Your tits are bigger, you get all whiny when I touch them, and your waist and thighs are thicker...", he said with a mocking tone, "So I already noticed, I just wanted you to tell me"

"Oh", you whispered. You didn't see a change in his attitude towards you, perhaps he wasn't extremely happy, maybe this was what he expected from you, so that's why he wasn't particularly excited

You looked down as your nose tickled, a tell tell sign that you were about to start crying

...and your waist and thighs are thicker...

You ahd noticed how your sisters' bodies changed, both of them, Rhaenyra had lost the figure she had, you don't remember her young and thin, but older, as your mother, and thicker, but you did remember Helaena, her body, after having the twins, became softer, rounder... Aegon had made sure to point it out shortly after she gave birth... while in his cups he mocked of how he didn't desire her now with her new body

He made her cry, Aemond had grabbed him and smacked his head against the stone floor of the dinning room until Alicent cried to stop him

"I'm sorry", you muttered, and now he looked confused, "I'm afraid is a thing Targaryen women suffer while carrying a child... they loose their figure..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for", he didn't mean it like that, he thought, alarmed, when he saw you were about to cry.

You thought he had insulted you, when for him was the opposite

He took two long steps and grab you softly

"I can't wait for you to get fat with my child", he growled, you looked up into his eyes to find his pupils enlarged, ready to pounce on you, "more for me to grab, to caress, to kiss..."

"Really?", you asked, suddenly embarrassed, not really believing him

"You don't believe me little one?", he growled, his big hands, even over your dress, surrounded your and grabbed you under your ass cheeks, making you whine in surprise, "you are even more beautiful than the day you arrived here, and each passing week you'll be even more", he leaned in and kissed you then, more like... he devoured you

You completely gave in as he trapped your lips with his, you already know how it went, but this time felt different

Before you even knew it, you heard it, he ripped your dress with one tug, in a second leaving naked to his eyes

"You are so fucking delicious... can't fucking wait till' you are all round for me", he whispered adoringly, made you want to cry but this time from happiness

Still with his hands on the back of your thighs, he managed to get you off the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist, as he took you to the bed

"It seems I wasn't clear enough", he said softly, "It appears that no matter all the times I've bedded you, you still think I'm not attracted to you, that I don't take you seriously as my wife"

He placed you softly to the bed, he accommodated between your thighs. He looked down at you, admired your form, and you wanted to cover your breasts at least, feeling watched so intently...

"ah ah ah", he chided, grabbing yours arms, preventing you from covering, "you are mine to see, remember?", he took his own clothes very quickly, until he was as naked as you were.

He was a magnificent creature, his muscles visible under his beautiful skin, his body thick, his chest ample, hsi arms and legs thick as logs... his... manhood... thick, generous, you had nothing to compare it with, but it was so big... thick as almost your wrist

"You like what you see too, don't you?", that devilish smirk that made your knees tremble

You were feeling more confident, now more desired so you nodded strongly

"Yes husband" you admitted, his smirk grew even more, and his big rough hands grabbed your soft thighs, squishing them, admiring them

"Who does this thighs belong to?", he asked then, looking down at you

"To you", you answered without even thinking

"And who does this belly belong to?", he asked grabbing your sides, squeezing a bit too

"To you", you repeated, a smirk of your own appearing in your mouth, his thick but nimble fingers sneaked between your thighs then, you jumped, buckling your hips when they teased your entrance, his thumb in your clit

"And this cunt?", he teased, "that will bear me many children"

"It's yours", you moaned, spreading your legs even further, asking for more... and he indulged you sinking in another finger, to tease your insides.

"Ah", you almost lost it when he found that special spot inside of you and bullied it relentlessly until you could hear the squelching sounds you were making

"All wet for me too", he teased, "so precious, my beautiful, desired little wife, all mine to breed"

You didn't know why his words turned you on so much but they did.

"Please...", you begged buckling your hips once his fingers abandoned your inside

"Please what?", he teased

"Please... I need you inside me", you begged, not caring anymore, he was your husband, you wanted him and he wanted you, there was no power play, no more no between you.

"I shall indulge you then", he said, pleased, his hands would not leaving your soft thighs, squeezing them, caressing them, his eyes never leaving your form... his pupils enlarged making his eyes seem all black, his teeth... in his mouth hunger for you...

"But firt", it happened fast, he layed on his belly between your thighs and sunk in your cunt

It made you scream the contact of his wet tongue between your tongues, your hand went to his wild hairs, the other to the sheets under you

You herd him, rather, you felt him chuckle between you, making goosebumps blossom in your skin. His rough hands in your thighs, his mouth, his wet large tongue. He devoured you like a man starved.

It was not the first time he'd done it, the first time you felt akward, he could sense it, it was less intense than this, more tense rather...

But not now, when you were coming undone for the second time, and he lapped at your juices like it was water and he was parched

He finally released you when he was satted and your legs were shaking around him.

He ludely wiped his mouth with his naked arm, smiling birghtly at you from above

"Fucking delicious", he but as moaned, "now that you indulged me, love, I'll indulge you"

"Wait... wait i can't"

"Yes you can, just take it my love", he teased, he took his hand wet with your arousal to his cock, stroking it. You whimpered, your senses heightened.

You whimpered again, but you welcomed him spreading your legs wider.

He entered you slowly but steadily, you melted under him as you felt every centimeter of his thick cock.

"Oh gods", you whined your head falling back

"It's not your gods, my love, it's me", he growled, "your loving husband"

He wasted no time in moving, retrieving himself until his very tip, making you whine and then he sank himself back inside you to the hilt, with more purpose this time

"You look so beautiful like this", he teased, "taking my cock, so full of it"

"I like it", its the only thing you were able to mutter, your mind clouded

"Of course you do", his strong arms were placed by the side of your face, you could see his muscles working as he kept himself from crushing you under his weight

His thrusts were deep and strong, you could swear the tip of his cock reached your belly every time.

"You are going to look so beautiful", he said, "more than you already do, but don't think this is going to end", he promised with a dark smile, "it will only get more frequent, I won't be able to keep myself from you", he kept ramming into you

The bed make dangerous sounds under you, threatening to break, you you didn't care

"Are you well?", he had to ask, your eye had rolled almost to the back of your head, you were shaking and moaning without restraint

"Please don't stop", you begged making him chuckled darkly

"I love you", he promised in the middle of his grunts, keeping his rhythm steady, just as you needed.

That did managed to slip in your mind

"You do?", you asked, grabbing onto his arms, looking into his eyes

"I fucking do, from the moment I saw you enter that room I knew, you belonged with me", he promised, as he resumed his thrusts, "I needed to have you, breed you", you moaned, feeling your orgasm building again, "and turn you into my little slut", you whined in protest but he quieted you down with a dark chuckle, "now here you are, desperate for my cock, aren't you?", you nodded quickly, "of course you are you little thing"

"Please", you begged

"Admit it", he teased, fucking you slowly

"I am, I love it", you whispered, giving up so easily, there was no reason to hide it

"Good girl", his hand cradled your cheek, his thumb caressed your cheek

"I love you too", you whispered, he fucked you harder, finally cuming inside of you

That triggered your own climax

You almost lost consciusness

You certainly missed your husband chuckling at you, leaving your form, and cuddling you next to him, after bringing you water

#cregan stark x y/n #cregan x you #cregan stark x you #cregan stark x oc #cregan stark x reader #cregan #cregan smut #cregan x reader #cregan x y/n #cregan stark #hbo house of the dragon #house of the dragon #targaryen!reader

[raineydays411]

My Father's Daughter

Part 9

Summary: You've been at the Wayne Manor for over a month.

In some weird way you understand Christine.

You understand why she tries so hard to spend time with you while you're in her home. Why she begs for you to get off of your phone and cook with her. You get why she tries to make the other kids be nice to you. Scolds them harshly when they make snide comments underneath their breath about you.

Truly, you do.

You just...genuinely don't give a shit.

You don't care that she feels bad that she abandoned you for a completely other family and you don't care that she feels like she's losing time to create a bond with you.

You did not care.

Really, you didn't.

"Um,kid... you know I love you but I'm really not that kind of doctor" Bruce Banner said awkwardly over facetime.

You sigh. "Yeah I know B. You were just the first one to pick up the phone."

"Ouch." Banner laughed, " you know, you really are your fathers child."

You smile, one of the rare times you actually did nowadays. " How is the old man?"

You haven't been able to call him since he was paranoid whoever wants you would track your phone calls and find out where you are.

"Your father is even more annoying now without you than he ever has been in my entirety of knowing him" Banner deadpans, " He misses you a lot kiddo, we all do."

You smile sadly, missing your family.

It was hard, seeing these people you barely knew, with a mother you barely knew, stuck in a house you barely knew.

And the fact that they feel like a family. They argue and play jokes on each other. They eat with each other every afternoon ( Bat activities at night), Bruce kisses Christine goodbye when he goes to work. It was so domestic in its weird little ways.

But you didn't fit in.

They laughing and the jokes stopped whenever you walked into the room. The conversations were stale.

It was depressing.

It's not like they ignored you, oh no. That would've been preferable.

No half of them trip over their feet to try and include you in whatever they're doing.

Dick will turn blue chatting your ear off about whatever he thinks will get you to open up to him and Christine?

She will bend over backwards, frontwards, and sideways just to get you to acknowledge she gave birth to you. Every night she comes into your room and tries to talk to you about your life. And every question is met with a dull answer

"So any boys that catch your interest here?" " I don't know, I can't leave the premises"

"Were you in any sports? You look like you'd be a cheerleader like your momma!" " I was in mathletes and debate like Pepper"

"You really are beautiful my baby" "Thanks, everyone says I look like my dad"

It really was a struggle to get you to open up. Almost everyone at the manor had a hard time even starting a conversation with you.

Everyone except of course Alfred and surprisingly Jason Todd.

Alfred won you over as soon as you moved in. He vouched for you when you needed time alone and brings you snacks>

Jason is a whole different story.

See, the reason why it's so hard for everyone to talk to you is because they all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room. They're treating you like you were some other orphan Annie they decided to adopt and you just have no family waiting and missing you.

Jason doesn't.

In fact, it was him who caught you trying to sneak out of the mansion the first week you were there. Instead of scolding you or telling on you, he took you out.

"A cap and sunglasses? Kid, that's not a disguise."

"What do you mean?"

He took you to a diner he frequents, a tour of the rooftops to avoid people, and to the safe house he took over from Bruce.

"Tell me about your life." He demands, not asks.

You smile and tell him about it. Your life growing up with the Avengers, school and what major you're going for, that brief fling you had with Pietro before you had to move to Gotham.

It was nice. To be with someone that didn't want to change you. He didn't try to force you into forgiveness and let you vent. He even gave some pretty sound advice.

"You know, at some point you are going to forgive her." He says ignoring your indignant stare, " You don't gotta be bestfriends with her or anything, but that anger is going to either slowly consume you or slowly go way. And believe me, you want it to slowly go way."

And he was right in some ways. The longer you're there, the less anger there is and the more hurt replaces it. It festers inside you like some disease. The symptoms slowly leaking out every time one of them calls her mom.

Every night she comes into your room and tries to pry into your life as if she didn't voluntarily leave it, you feel it.

Everytime you see her brush Cassandra's hair out of her eyes, or kiss damian on the forehead. It's the gentle way she smiles whenever she sees Tim hyperfocused on mission reports, and the way she gets so excited whenever Dick or Jason walk through the front door. Hugging them and chiding them for not visiting more.

It hurts you that they truly are a family.

And after a while, it gets hard for you to try and say that you truly didn't give a shit.

Because honestly, you did

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[gulnarsultan]

Robb watches his future fiancee from a distance. Sweet doe doesn't realize being watched. The Wolf is determined to ensure that the precious Princess becomes his wife.

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[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

What did you just say? Pt. 2.

Aegon x FEM reader.

Aegon confronts his mother, the truth leaves his mouth as the fire leaves the snout of his dragon. To his surprise you don't share the same desires of being with him anymore.

Warning: maybe it wasn't as good as the first part lol. Grammatical and spelling errors, maybe a Dark obsessed Aegon at the end but nothing very serious.

Credits of these gifs to whoever they belong to

(...) The goblet In his hand flew to the other side of the room, tension filled the room, silence was uncomfortable, then, Aegon simply asked.

- What did you just say?

Poor servant, avoiding Aegon's look, he simply muttered and kneeled down.

- I... Said lady y/n is pregnant... please Forgive me my king, I beg for your pardon.

Aegon didn't understand why the servant was apologizing, he only rolled his eyes, he was furious, fire was running through his body.

- Get up and leave. ALL OF YOU, LEAVE! I need to talk with my mother. NOW!

Everybody left the room in an instant, Alicent was in the same place, she didn't move but was also avoiding to see her son.

- Look at me and tell me you didn't know about this, mother.

She looked at him but was speechless, there were no words.

- TELL ME YOU DIDN'T!

She felt fear, she was always behind him, she was always the one who reprimanded him, but right now, she's feeling like a little kid In trouble.

- Aegon, you have to understand...

- Understand what? Is it not enough that we're all dragged into this unhappy family, full of hypocrisy and sadness for all your decisions? Your decisions had taken us to misery, my sister is right, if you weren't so blind and full of hate against Rhaenyra our story would be different.

- This, is totally unfair, You have no idea of the sacrifices that were made to put you on that throne.

- A throne I never asked for! This is all your Father wants! You've been so blind, thinking you're doing all this because of the safety of the crown, your family and the kingdom when In fact, it is only that old man's desire, to see his own blood sitting on that stupid chair!

- ENOUGH!.

Aegon's point of view wasn't totally wrong, he always saw his grandfather as a spider knitting its web waiting for its prey, like a moth attracted to the brilliant things, waiting for the right moment to get inside and be around the warm and brightest light, an opportunist, that's how Aegon secretly always described his grandfather. He sighed, clearly annoyed.

-...When did you receive the news of her marriage?

- Months ago, I received a letter when she was betrothed to him... and later another one arrived with the news of her wedding, but I can promise you that I don't know nothing about her pregnancy, I doubt she is pregnant.

Her words are honest but not reassuring enough to calm Aegon.

- Do you see me, mother? Do you see how painful it is for me? This marriage with my own sister, this crown over my head that I never wanted. Your decisions had been brought pain not only for me but for my siblings too. You hate Rhaenyra for all the things you consider wrong and improper , but I've done all of them too, and you hide them and pretend we're the good ones, it's pure hypocrisy. Helaena could be happier if you accepted the proposal of marriage with Jace or even if you married her to Aemond she would be happier, I could be happier if I were married with (y/n) and you wouldn't have your youngest son far from you and his true home, but no... Here we are, with a war knocking on our door, our family crumbling and with my beloved In the arms of that fuckin' wolf In the north!

Alicent approached Aegon, trying to be a loving mother, her hands on Aegon's cheeks, she can see his eyes, there's anger, pain and deception. She's trying to convince him that your marriage can bring good things in his favor.

- Aegon, you cannot see it now, but the marriage of lady (y/n) with Cregan Stark could be useful, she will do anything you asked her, she will ally to us in this war if it's necessary. Your brothers will fight at your side and your wife and children will be there too.

Aegon gave a step back, neglecting with his head, his face only shows how disgusted he feels. He never expected kind words from her but also not this kind of poorly try to calm him down, at this point he feels like he's trapped, he's a little boy trapped in a man's body, he wants to run away from that room, he needs to calm himself before doing something he could regret later.

Suddenly, your voice and the memory of your face, your hands and the affection between you and him filled his mind. You were his safe place years ago and yet, he still thinks about you when he feels lost and suffocated.

He left the room while Alicent was yelling his name, some guards tried to go behind him but he stopped us, he only wanted a person close to him, You.

He arrived at the dragon's pitch, Sunfyre his precious Dragon sensed instantly Aegon's emotions and roared to let Aegon know it was ready to fly away with him.

And that's what they did, Aegon disappeared in the sky, the clouds covered them, it was possible to hear them but to see in what direction they went wasn't that easy.

You were in your chambers resting when one of your ladies appeared, pallid as snow.

- My lady. There's... A... A dragon landed not so far from the castle.

You sit on your bed quickly, it is not possible, you try to calm yourself thinking it can be any dragon.

- A dragon? Which one?

- I'm not sure, it looked like a golden dragon, shined like the sun.

No, no, no. The fear of seeing him after all this time has appeared and grown inside you.

- What do we have to do my lady?

- Bring my coat, we have to welcome our unexpected guest by our own since Cregan is not here.

As soon as you arrived at the hall of the castle, Aegon was already there, waiting.

- My... (You doubted) King. What do we owe the honor of your visit?

- Lady (y/n), I recently found out about your marriage, I merely came to give you my congratulations.

- Thank you, my king, I've been blessed with such a wonderful marriage with a good lord.

- Where's he?

- Hunting, we weren't expecting visitors or he would be here to give you a proper welcome.

- That's fine, lady (y/n) I would like to have a private audience with you.

You looked at your ladies and knights, you didn't say a word but they understood instantly and left you alone with Aegon.

- What are the real motives of your visit... My king?

- there's no need for such formalities (Y/n)...

- Well, tell me Aegon, what are you doing here?

- I came here... To take you with me.

You are in shock, while he is walking to you, getting more and more close.

- Pardon?

- Come with me, we will annul our marriages, now that I'm king, only my word is the law. We can finally marry as it was planned years ago.

You're still surprised, you haven't moved from your place, he doesn't wait and hugs you, you can feel his nose in the crook of your neck, it's just like when you were children, he was always hiding his face in your neck while you were hugging each other, it was innocent and pure. But you two are not children anymore, both are married now, he's father and king now, you're married and soon to be mother, you haven't bled In two moons or more, your breast started to grow and hurt a little, and all your ladies had told you you look different, more beautiful, Cregan said to you that being pregnant with a boy brings more beauty to some women.

You kindly stepped back, you will not leave your husband or your new home just for an old childhood love. Aegon doesn't look surprised by your reaction.

- You don't smell like the roses anymore, now you smell like forest and berries.

- I've changed, you don't smell like cotton and Oak either, you smell like ashes and sea. You've changed too, my king.

- Probably we changed, but I'm sure our feelings are still the same (y/n) please let's go, you don't belong here, your place is at my side... Please.

His pleading eyes are like knives in your heart, but there's no way this works, people will speak, your parents will abandon you, you know a war is coming and you know who your house will support. And there's Cregan, the man of your dreams, the one who took his time to know all about you, the man who patiently won your trust and your heart, he made you a promise under the God's tree, you did too and you will not break it.

- We're adults now, Aegon, those dreams were erased, I'm married and I love him, a wolf grows inside me, I will not leave nothing of this just for an old children's dream, I moved on.

Aegon's eyes are full of tears, you're breaking his heart, but someone needs to be right-minded. You're observing him with sadness and pity while him is remembering what Alicent told him. You would do anything he asked you, maybe his mother is right, if he can't have you as wife, at least he can have you as an ally.

- I understand, you're right, I'm being a fool and I ask you to forgive me.

- It's okay Aegon...

You held his hand and squeezed it, he's contemplating the small interaction and then he looks into your eyes.

- I want to ask you for something else too.

- Go on, tell me.

- People say a war is coming, my question or the favor I want to ask for, is, will your house and the north join me?

You know the answer to that, you know your house and the north decisions are, even you have your own decision. Maybe you can avoid this uncomfortable moment.

- Aegon... I beg for your pardon but I cannot decide the loyalty of my house or my husband's house on my own. If you wish, you can stay and wait, my husband and I will discuss and consider your proposition.

He smiled at you, certainly he's not pleased with your response, he simply whispered in your ear.

- You're a terrible liar, Lady (Y/n), your decision is already taken, isn't it?... Don't worry, I forgive you, but remember this, After I win this war, I'll be back here and I'll take you with me, I will not have the kindness to ask for your permission or opinion, I will be back for you.

He left a kiss in your cheek and your hand, then he left without saying anything else, the roaring of a dragon echoed through the castle, your ladies appeared just in time to catch you, you fainted.

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A Mended Heart || D. Targaryen x oc, Robb Stark x oc

GIF by @lady-arryn DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: Alysanne's marriage to her older brother, Daemon was once full of prosperity. As thirteen years and six children pass by, their marriage starts to crumble, his loyalty was nowhere to be found and so an annulment was requested. Years later when Daemon's second wife, Laena, dies tragically, the Prince attempts to rekindle his relationship with his dear sister. But is she willing to leave the life she built in Winterfell?

a/n: note that this a request!! i just made it into a lil series :)

P.t 1

"An annulment?" Viserys' eyebrows raises at his brother's absurdity. "She's our sister, your wife, and mother to your children, Daemon. What possible reason do you-" "People change, brother." The Prince taps his finger on the table, already bored and wanting to leave.

Viserys sighs, his hands rubbing his forehead. "And she agreed?" A scoff leaves Daemon's lips. "Whether or not she fucking agrees is her problem. I get to make this decision, not her." He spat, the King was baffled at the words of younger brother. He was treating their sister as if she was simply a commoner.

"And what of the children?" Daemon's mind goes to the image of his six children. A sigh leaves his lips, his head leaning back on the chair, "They are mine. But Alysanne will take them, and, they are still my heirs." Although their marriage was going to be annulled, he still loved his children. They still hold their titles as Prince's and Princess's.

Viserys nods. "I had hoped you and Alysanne were to be together till death parted with the two of you. Please, think about what your wanting to do right now, brother. For the sake of me, Alysanne, your children!" Viserys pleaded, he did not want his family crumbling apart because of this.

"We were always told we were to marry since birth. We were forced into this. |love her as my blood, my sister, but we weren't made to marry each other." Daemon voiced out. The elder lets out a sigh of defeat. "I cannot force you to stay in a marriage with her, but please, I do not want this to be the reason our family is split apart," the King sternly says as Daemon gets up from his seat.

"Of course, your Grace," He bows his head and leaves the room. Viserys watched with sadden eyes, saddened for his younger sister.

"It's done. We are free from each other," Daemon leans back on the chair, his voice flat. Alysanne rolls her eyes as she continues her embroidery. "Where are the children?" He questions, "With their wet nurse, why?" She finally looks at him. "To say goodbye." He stands up, the Targaryen Princess furrowed her eyebrows at him “Where are you going?" Daemon chuckles, "To Dragonstone, sister. Do you think I would stay here in King's Landing?"

Alysanne was surprised that Daemon was leaving so quickly. She did not care though. "No. I know how much you dread it here," She mutters, her hands back working on embroidering. Daemon looks stares at her. She could feel his stare so she looks up with a sigh. "Yes?"

"Goodbye then. Let me remind you that I get to see our children whenever I want-“ “Yes yes I know. You've not only told me about a hundred times Daemon. I'm not cruel, they're still your children," Alysanne replies, annoyed at the constant remindering. "Good, l'll be on my way" He nods curtly at before walking to her.

He awkwardly stands infront of her. Her gaze on his shoes before she turns her head and lets him kiss her on the cheek. Although they used to be Husband and Wife, they were still Brother and Sister. No words were exchanged and Daemon left what used to be their shared bedchambers.

As she sat there alone, she pondered back on their marriage. It was once filled with prosperity but things changed. They both changed. She never forgot how loved she felt from Daemon or how loving he was to their children. His loyalties changed, and they both mutually agreed that this would be for the best.

Alysanne didn't realise she was crying until she felt something wet on her cheeks. "Mother?" Her sons voice called out as she quickly wiped the salty tears away. "Yes, darling" She smiled at her eldest son who was ten-and-two. "Why is father going to Dragonstone without us?" He asks as the Princess moves aside to let him sit beside her.

She smiled, her hands brushing through his blonde hair. "Because your father is staying there from now on, okay?”He still loves you all very much but it is best he stays there and I, here with you all." Her hand moves to his chin to make him look at her. Aegon slowly nods.

"Come on, I think we should go for our walk now," She says brightly, setting down her embroidery, but Aegon doesn't budge. "Father won't be there," He points out. Alysanne sighed, sitting back down. They would all walk together every afternoon when they can, with all the children. But now that Daemon was gone, it was only to be Alysanne and her children.

"Why don't we ask uncle if he would like to join us?" She suggests, attempting to cheer Aegon up. He thinks before nodding. Of course, Viserys was more than happy to go on a family stroll with his sister and nieces and nephews.

"What a fine day it is today isn't it, children?" Alysanne smiles at them as they reply with yes. "What do you plan on doing now, sister?" Viserys asks, Alysanne’s youngest, Visenya in his arms. She sighs, watching her twins, Rhaena and Baela chasing after each other.

"I'm still the Princess, brother. I have many options." She assures him with a smile for Alysanne knew that Viserys was worried. “Oh stop worrying about Daemon and I Viserys. You have more urgent things to worry about as King. We will greatly benefit from this, I can assure you" She pats his arm, “If you say so" The King sighs as Alysanne walks ahead to catch up with the rest of her children.

~

2 months later…

“You look handsome, sweet boy” Alysanne kisses the crown of her Daeron’s head. He was sat on her lap as she brushed through his hair, he was dressed handsomely for the celebration of Rhaenyra’s name day.

Before the Princess could say anything, a knock comes from the door. It was her handmaiden, Dyana. “Princess, I have news” She bows as she urges forward to Alysanne. “What is it?” She asks, intrigued. Dyana awkwardly looks to Daeron who was busy playing with the jewellery on the table.

“I think it’s best if Prince Daeron leaves the room,” She quietly says, her gaze stuck on the floor. Alysanne gives her a skeptical looks but nonetheless takes her advice. “Ser Harwin!” She calls out and the door immediately opens revealing her sworn protector. “You wouldn’t mind if you watched Daeron for a bit would you?” A kind smile makes it to her pink lips.

“Not at all, Princess,” Harwin sends back a smile, “Come one Daeron,” He beckons the young boy as he happily runs to Harwin. After the sound of the door shut was heard, Alysanne focuses her attention back on Dyana. “Now tell me,” “Prince Daemon is betrothed to Laena Velaryon,”

It didn’t faze the Princess that Daemon was already betrothed to another. It did surprise her though, how quickly her brother moved on. Alysanne chuckled, “Oh Dyana, you know I care little of what my brother does. Are they expecting a child yet?” She jokingly says, turning around to choose out her jewellery.

The Targaryen was met with silence. Her eyes move up to the mirror to look at Dyana. “Yes, they are.” She quietly answers. Alysanne did not expect the answer but yet again, she was not much surprised. “Well, I am happy for them. Laena is a sweet girl,” Alysanne smiles, fidgeting with the necklace.

Dyana studies the Princess, she seemed bothered. The door opened, “Princess, the celebrations are to start soon” Harwin says as Daeron peaks his head in the room. “Wonderful,” Getting up from her seat, she takes ahold of Daeron’s hand and leaves the room. Ser Harwin close behind.

It pained the heart of Alyssane in an unexplainable way. Maybe it was because it had only been 2 months since the annulment of their marriage and that he had moved on so quickly from her. Though they used to be husband and wife, Daemon was still her older brother. And she still loved him as an older brother.

Walking into the throne room where Rhaenyra’s celebration was held, Alysanne was accompanied by Ser Harwin Strong. Her six children, Aegon, Visenya, Daeron, Rhaena, Baela, and her youngest—only 10 months old—Maegor with her. It never failed to amaze the realm how much Daemon and Alysanne’s children looked like them.

They were spitting images of their parents and a nod to the people of old Valyria. “Sister,” Viserys stands from his seat and places a kiss on Alysanne’s cheek. “Brother,” She smiles back, sitting down at the Royal table. The celebrations commenced and it was in full swing.

The thought of Daemon marrying and expecting a child still lingered in the Princess’ mind. Biting her lip constantly and tapping her finger on the table, Viserys noticed the signs of his sister’s anxiousness. “Are you alright?” He leans to her and speaks in a hushed tone.

Stopping her finger tapping, she sends Viserys a look before facing the front and sighing. “Our dear brother has remarried,” The King sighs, shakes his head and takes a sip of his mead, “And they are expecting a child.” Alysanne finishes, this time it was her turn to drink the alcohol as Viserys stares wide-eyed at his sister.

He knew what kind of person Daemon was, but lately it seemed like he doesn’t know what Daemon has become. Viserys holds Alysanne’s hand and gives her a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “I can always make that child illegitimate you know? Aegon is your firstborn, a male. And all your children are heirs-“ Alysanne laughs at her brother.

“Viserys, you know if you did that, you would be denying your own blood. I am not worried about Daemon’s heirs with Laena, he too knows that Aegon is the heir and so are our 5 other children. He would be a fool to not acknowledge that” Her eyes stay focused on her children dancing.

Viserys smiles and nods, “Yes, you are right. Like you always are, sister” He pats her hand and the two siblings smile at each other. Conversations fell on the Royal table before a man presents himself in front of Viserys and Alysanne. “Lord Stark, what a pleasure seeing you here!” Viserys smiles at the insanely handsome man standing there.

Alysanne listen quitely, Robb’s and her eyes often connecting. “Yes, always a pleasure to come visit King’s Landing, Your Grace” He chuckles, showcasing his pearly white smile. Then his attention shifts to the Princess. “Princess,” He bows his head at her as she does the same,

“My Lord, how is business up in the North? I’ve always been meaning to come visit with my children. Visenya loves the snow,” Alysanne smiles, her mind going back to her second eldest.

Robb stares with a wide smile at the Targaryen Princess. Something, only Viserys notices. Truth be told, whenever Robb was in King’s Landing, his eyes never seem to keep themselves off of Alysanne. She was beautiful, the realm’s beauty they would call her.

The Stark man was an honourable and respectful man so he never initiated anything with the then married Princess. When news arrived at Winterfell that the Princess and Prince’s marriage was annulled, Robb was secretly celebrating.

Viserys’ yes move back and forth from the Lord of Winterfell and his younger sister. “The children seem to be having fun dancing,” He comments with a mischievous look. Alysanne hums mindlessly. Robb chuckles to himself, giving a nod to the King as a small thanks. “Might I have a dance, Princess?”

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The Wolf and the Wildling

Chapter Six: Daryl

༄ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Stark!OC

༄ Season: 1

༄ Warnings: swearing

༄ Word Count: 5.9k

༄ A/N: Enter Carol in her plotting and scheming era woohoo who cheered?

This chapter took so long, but I think it turned out halfway decent all things considered. So sorry we haven’t gotten into any fighting yet but I promise it’s coming. I know we’re all dying to see Daryl fight like a wildling yeahhhhhh.

White hot rage coursed through Daryl’s veins. In all his years he had never felt an anger so intense, and it was all the fault of a boy of one-and-six who, in truth, had no idea what he had done by executing Lord Eddard Stark.

Daryl remembered then why he was in the middle of all the Flea Bottomers in the first place. Arya. She was almost within his reach.

He continued shoving through the horde of filthy citizens until he reached the statue where the youngest Stark daughter had perched herself only a moment before. She was no longer there and nowhere in his sights. Twice in a span of less than a minute had he failed to save Adara’s family. The more his mind considered this notion, the heavier the weight felt on his chest. How have I managed twice to let her down so swiftly?

When he looked back to the horrific scene, Adara was still on her knees. The color was drained from her face, her jaw slackened, and she stared as if her eyes were focused on nothing. Sansa laid beside her after fainting at the sight of her father’s head being showcased to the onlookers by Sandor Clegane. Daryl’s fists clenched. It was bad enough having to watch the Hound restrain Adara and prevent her from getting to her father, but after witnessing the way he callously paraded Ned Stark’s head, Daryl knew he would kill the man who would do such a cruel thing to Adara and Sansa, so undeserving of such a taunting.

He thought back to Fawn, who was waiting patiently outside of the city. He could hardly believe the direwolf had taken the journey with him, but Robb had insisted, and Fawn practically busted down the door to her cage as though she knew exactly where she was going. She tracked ahead of Daryl for the entire trip, only stopping to hunt or sleep, and almost did not listen when Daryl told her to stay behind upon their arrival near the city gates. He had a hard time believing the Stark direwolves really understood anything about humans, and yet they proved themselves far more intelligent than any other beast he had ever encountered. Fawn loved Adara, that much was certain. 

Joffrey laughed and raised his hand once more, indicating he was about to speak. The people hushed just as quickly as they had become restless.

“Now that the traitor is dead, we must revel in this triumph! Ser Negan, please come forward!” The young king gestured to his left. All heads turned, including Daryl’s, to the daunting man making his way to the steps of the sept.

Ser Negan was every bit the Clegane he was rumored to be, though Daryl was surprised to learn he wasn’t as tall as his brothers. While he was still several inches above most of the men surrounding him, the Hound had to have at least six more inches on his older sibling.

The man they called the Blade smiled smugly during his ascent to kneel before King Joffrey. His was a maniacal grin that made Daryl angrier by the second. He appeared to enjoy the spectacle he was a part of.

The Blade sported the golden coat of mail and armor of Lannister that indicated he was another man in service to the most powerful family in Westeros. His hair was shorn in a fashion similar to that of the Mountain’s, yet his stature was lean in a way similar to the Hound’s. Daryl didn’t miss the way Ser Negan stepped in the puddle of Ned Stark’s blood and guffawed with Joffrey when they both made the realization.

Adara seemed to break from her trance when Ser Negan approached, helping Sansa to her feet and holding on to her sister’s arm for dear life. It was all Daryl could do not to rush the steps and take the both of them then and there.

“Ser Negan Clegane has returned to us after his long hiatus. He has been away in the service of my grandfather, and now that he is back, he has asked us to procure for him a bride,” King Joffrey announced. One of the men who, only moments earlier, was begging Joffrey not to kill Lord Stark leaned in and whispered in the boy’s ear, but the king swatted him away. “Nonsense, Lord Baelish. Why wait for a formal meeting in the Great Hall when we can make the announcement right here in the wake of the death of Ser Negan’s late father-in-law?”

Daryl didn’t miss the subtle hint. Late father-in-law. It couldn’t be. 

Adara shoved Sansa behind her and began whispering to her, but Daryl could not make out any of the words.

Joffrey turned to the Stark sisters. “Lady Adara, come here.” There was poison in his tone. Every word he spoke to her was laced with disgust, something Daryl was all too familiar with each time he heard a kneeler voice their derision for wildlings.

He felt the anger bubble up inside himself once more, this time reaching for his sword but stopping short when a woman’s voice found his ear. “If you want to save them this is not the way.”

She had short grey hair and the blue eyes of most southern women. Her purple satin robe was indicative of some form of wealth, though Daryl knew better than to trust clothing to tell him anything about someone in King’s Landing. Rick told him time and time again that nobody was honest in the capital. After witnessing the King himself lie and behead a man he vowed to show mercy, Daryl understood just how right his friend was.

Adara took wary steps toward King Joffrey and Ser Negan. The young man put a hand on her back. Daryl detected the fear plain as day on her face. Whatever transpired between the last time he had seen Joffrey as a prince and now King had been enough to scare the wits out of her.

“My mother and counselors have advised me to see to the betrothal of Ser Negan of House Clegane and Lady Adara of House Stark, joining their houses and forging alliances that will aid both the North and the South for generations to come!”

Though Sansa wept in the background, Adara’s expression hardened. To the untrained eye one might assume she was apathetic about the arrangement, but Daryl’s entire life beyond the Wall had been one of training to sense fear. It was radiating off of her in waves, and he refused to stand there while she was thrown to the dogs.

“You’ll get yourself and the Stark girls killed if you charge those steps, Daryl.”

His head whipped towards the stranger once more, and he scowled. “Who the fuck are you and how the hell do ya know my name?” Daryl let himself speak before he could think to disguise his accent. The woman smirked. “Being in the service of Lord Baelish provides me with a wealth of knowledge. Judging by that peculiar accent of yours I would guess knowledge is not as easily distributed beyond the Wall.”

Before he could snap at the woman, King Joffrey spoke again. “Lady Adara may not be the traitor’s true daughter, but Robb Stark finds value in her all the same. My mother claims killing her would do us no good, so she will spend some time in the dungeons while Ser Negan fights for us. Once the war has been won and her family decimated, she will marry him.”

With nothing more than a look, two members of the Kingsguard seized Adara by her arms and ripped her from Sansa, practically dragging her away from the Sept of Baelor and out of Daryl’s sight. He could have sworn then that he heard Fawn begin to howl somewhere beyond the city gates.

He nearly went after her, but the mysterious woman put a hand on his arm. “I know where they are going to keep her, and I know how to help you get her out of here. Do you want to save her, or do you want to jeopardize all three of Lord Eddard’s daughters’ lives with your wildling temper?”

Daryl watched Sansa beg and scream for them to bring back her sister. The woman tugged on his arm. “I can help you save her.”

Sansa collapsed to the ground again with tears flowing like rivers down her cheeks. With one final desperate look in the direction Adara had been taken, he nodded to the woman and allowed her to pull him into the crowd.

The woman led Daryl through the streets of Kings Landing, stopping only when someone shot out in front of them. Her movements were fluid as though she’d made the journey a thousand times, waving to the people she knew, straightening herself and smiling when someone scowled at her.

When they finally reached a large, ornate building with an intricate wooden door, she stopped and turned to him. “You have to pretend to be a customer.”

She spoke as if he was supposed to understand her plainly, but when she read the blatant confusion on his face, she rolled her eyes. “This is a brothel, Daryl. You are not supposed to be here, so I’m taking a great personal risk letting you in. You have to pretend to be a customer.” Her eyes darted to a woman in a sheer suggestion of a dress leading a man into the brothel. Daryl understood then and grunted in reluctant agreement. If you Old Gods are real, do me this one damn favor and keep Adara’s ears far from my whereabouts. He remembered his best friend back home and fought back a smirk. Tormund, too. He’ll never let me live this down.

The strange woman took Daryl’s hand in spite of his flinching and pulled him into the same door the previous customer entered. He noted the sigil on the sturdy wood: a bird of some kind. To his surprise, the brothel looked nothing like what Daryl expected. It was an expensive, ornate interior. Tapestries lined several of the walls. Where the fine fabrics stopped, curtains and elaborate artwork took their places. Many of the tables in the common room were covered with fruits, cakes, and gaskets of wine. A harpist sat in the corner playing a song Daryl recognized only because he could recall Mance Raydar singing it in his tent.

I loved a maid as red as autumn

with sunset in her hair.

Adara’s hair was the sunset Daryl watched each evening in Frostfang. Her eyes were the deep grey of the storm clouds that followed him when he hunted in the deepest parts of the mountains. The touch of her hand on his cheek was the soft brush of heat from all the fires he’s built to keep the worst of winter at bay.

It truly hit him in that moment, what Adara’s situation was—her father was dead, and she was forcibly betrothed to one of the most dangerous men in the Seven Kingdoms. She would be held in the capital dungeons and be subjected to the gods only knew what. The thought made him feel ill.

“Daryl,” the woman’s voice broke him from his trance. He scanned his surroundings, realizing he was in an entirely different room. It was smaller and less extravagant but still on the lavish side as far as Daryl was concerned. It was an office; he could tell that much. It reminded him of Mormont’s office if only the man had not been so accustomed to a life without color.

“I had to bring you somewhere that we would not be followed. The only people allowed in this office are the ones I permit.” As she spoke, the woman poured wine into two cups and held one out to Daryl. He took the cup from her, but he did not drink, instead eyeing her cautiously.

She frowned before downing her wine in one large swallow. “If my goal was to kill you, you would already be dead.”

Daryl slowly brought the cup to his lips, but stopped himself before he could drink. He couldn’t trust a soul in the city, and this woman knew he was a wildling. He would be a fool to drink her wine or anyone else’s. He sat the cup down on the nearest table. “Who are you?”

“My name is Carol,” she stated simply before pouring herself more wine. Daryl waited for her to continue, but she only stared at him blankly. What the fuck is it with these kneelers and their mind games?

“Carol…? Are you from a House?” It was the only way Daryl knew to identify anyone. He missed home for that reason. Everything there was so simple. You came from one of several clans and—for the most part—you didn’t need to know anyone outside of your own clan. Beyond his side of the Wall it became far too complicated.

Her laugh was dry and felt as if she were annoyed by the conversation. “House Peletier was gone long before you even knew what was on this side of the Wall. Lord Baelish took me under his wing when I was younger. I’ve been with him ever since.”

Daryl rested his hand on the hilt of his sword more so out of comfort than momentary need. He recalled Rick’s many warnings, several of them about the man they called Littlefinger. “I was told I can’t trust Lord Baelish. Guess that means I shouldn’t trust you either if you’re so close with him.”

“A wise caution,” Carol admitted. “He is an influential man, which is why being in his good graces can be of significant benefit…particularly as it concerns a certain northern lady facing an arranged marriage to a man who will likely become her worst nightmare.”

Daryl wanted desperately to shake the information out of her, but he somehow managed to remain calm despite his lack of patience. “So you’re tellin’ me Baelish wants somethin’ from me?” He could not imagine what that would be. He hardly had a possession to his name.

The harpist in the next room stopped playing, allowing Daryl to note just how loud the brothel was. The sounds of passion came at him from every direction. He was surprised he had only just taken notice. It took everything in him to keep his composure in spite of is discomfort at sounds he hadn’t heard in years.

Carol crossed her arms over her chest. “You will owe Lord Baelish a debt. When he calls upon you for a favor, you will answer emphatically.” She reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a sealed scroll bearing the same emblem that was carved into the front door. “I’ll help you reach the dungeons and retrieve Lady Adara, but once it’s time to flee the city, you’ll be on your own. Written on this scroll are the directions that will lead you out of King’s Landing. Do you accept that my help means you will be indebted to Lord Baelish, and that hereafter denying him of your favor may result in unnamed consequences?” Carol held the scroll in one hand and held out the other towards Daryl.

“How do I know this ain’t some kind of trick?” He questioned, doing his best to ignore the heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks with each moan emanating from the walls.

The smile that spread across Carol’s face appeared so sincere that he was almost fooled into thinking she was actually amused. “If you want to try your luck without me, be my guest. You saw what King Joffrey did to the most righteous man in Westeros. What do you think he would do to the wildling in watchman clothes attempting to swipe all of his bargaining power right out from under him?”

Daryl did not have to consider long. He knew she was right. He had no other options. He couldn’t run the risk of encountering the Hound or the Kingslayer with Adara by his side. He was confident in his own fighting skills, but if multiple men charged him at once, it wouldn’t be long before both their heads were posted beside Lord Stark’s.

There was one thing Carol had yet to mention, but Daryl refused to ignore it.

“Sansa. How do we get to her room?”

Carol began to shake her head before Daryl had finished speaking. “We cannot spend long inside the castle. We’re already risking enough just discussing taking Lady Adara, and Lady Sansa’s chambers are in an entirely separate area. One or more of us would end up dead.”

Daryl’s grip on his sword tightened. “Why the hell would you offer any of this if it means I gotta leave Adara’s sister with that murderous little—“ Carol was quick to interrupt him, stepping into his personal space and staring directly into his eyes with a flare of irritation. “Use whatever minute amount of intelligence you possess for just a moment, Daryl. You will already be risking life and limb just to find Lady Adara, but then you must see her safely out of this hellscape of a city and somehow make it all the way back to Winterfell in the midst of what will soon be a war between the North and South. Not to mention, now that Lord Stark is dead, she very likely has guards following her day and night as well as standing outside her door. I don’t doubt you’re a capable fighter, but you do not want to take your chances with these knights, not when they could outnumber you in seconds and certainly not when you’d be risking lives more precious than your own.”

Daryl knew she was right again, as much as it pained him to admit it.

“She won’t be safe here.” He made one last futile attempt, but Carol shot him down. “She’s marrying the King. Distressing as he may be, he’s all the protection she could possibly hope for. She will never want for a single thing and nobody will be able to reach her within those walls. With war on the horizon, who knows if you’d be able to say the same thing for her if you took her to Winterfell?”

Carol sighed. “Do I need to go on? Tell you how dreadful it would be taking both girls on the run? Tell you how you taking Sansa would mean every single southerner—and probably even a few northmen—would be hunting for you to reap whatever reward King Joffrey would surely offer for your capture? I know you care for Lady Adara, but the consequences for taking her will be nowhere near as dangerous as they would if you took her sister.”

Daryl knew Adara was not seen as much of a value as her sister. Robb Stark said as much when he’d passed through Winterfell on his way to the capital.

“My mother doesn’t care for Adara, as I’m sure you’ve observed,” Robb stated bluntly as they strolled through the godswood.

The boy had aged since the last time Daryl saw him, and it looked as if it had been years. He worried for his father. From the frantic way everyone in the castle was behaving, Daryl could tell they were all gravely concerned for their lord.

Daryl shrugged, though he did take notice. He wasn’t stupid enough to think that was any indication he could possibly slander the boy’s mother.

“She is my sister as much as Arya and Sansa. She is also one of my most trusted friends, and my father means everything in this world to me. I will not ask you to stick your neck out for us, but I do ask that you make sure they are all right. Find them, reach them somehow, and tell them we will get them home.”

Since his arrival at Winterfell, the incessant howls of Fawn crying for her mother followed Daryl wherever he went, and he could hear her still in the godswood. Robb cringed at the sound.

“Take Fawn with you. She only leaves Adara’s room to hunt. She hardly eats or sleeps. She’s no good to anyone if she starves herself to death,” said the young Lord of Winterfell. “She may one day be all that stands between Adara and those who wish her harm.”

Daryl was of half a mind to wonder aloud how he would fair traveling with a massive wolf by his side, but he held his tongue on that matter. “As you command, m’lord.”

Robb shook his head. “Call me Robb, please. You’re doing my family an incredible service. We are beyond formalities now.” Daryl only nodded in response.

They circled back towards the entrance of the woods. Robb ran a nervous hand through his curls. “My mother means for me to ask you if you’ll be fighting for us, ser. As a man of House Grimes I’m inclined to presume you will.”

Another ‘ser’ that did not belong to him. Daryl was beginning to wonder if he should just parade as a knight during his Westerosi vacations. “I’m no knight, m’lord. Robb. But I am loyal to House Grimes. As soon as I see that your sisters and father are all right, I’ll meet you on the battlefield. You have my word.”

There he was in King’s Landing as he swore he would be, and none of them were all right.

He couldn’t save Lord Eddard, but Daryl owed it to Robb to do what he could for his sisters, and no matter what Carol said to try and convince him otherwise, that included Sansa. He would just have to keep that to himself until a moment came where he could reach her.

He stared into Carol’s eyes, searching for any sign of deceit or falseness. If she was trying to trick him, he wouldn’t find the evidence in her face. Rick’s caution against trusting the people of the capital city played in Daryl’s head once again. He then recalled the fear in Adara’s eyes as her impending nuptials were announced and she was hauled into the dungeons.

It doesn’t matter if she’s trickin’ me or not. This is my only chance.

He held his hand out to Carol. “All right. You got my word; I’ll do whatever Baelish wants. Tell me the plan.”

Another rat scampered across Daryl’s foot, but he kicked it off before it could weasel into his breeches. He coughed and grunted when the stale air of the narrow tunnel filled his lungs for the hundredth time. “When was the last time anyone’s been in here?” He ducked even lower in response to the ceiling slanting closer to the ground. Whoever uses these tunnels can’t be much bigger than a child.

“This labyrinth is utilized more often than you think. Lord Grimes did tell you there are many secrets in this kingdom, did he not?” Carol spared a glance back at him, a small smirk on her face that Daryl could just barely detect in the meager candlelight she held in her left hand. “How else do you think these secrets are discovered?”

He followed her down another flight of stairs. Stairs. So many fucking stairs. He could go the rest of his days without ever using another set of stairs and lay his grave all the happier.

A faint light appeared around a corner up ahead. Daryl started to unsheathe his sword, but Carol put a hand on the pommel. “No need for blades, Daryl. It’s the Spider, as I told you it would be.” Just as she finished, a man rounded the corner with a torch in his hand. He was the same height as Carol but with a stout build. His head was remarkably devoid of a single hair and he wore dark robes with a hood sitting behind his neck. The eunuch’s smile was uncanny to the description Rick had given him. “Lord Varys smiles as if he already possesses every secret about you…even ones you yourself do not know.”

“Daryl Dixon. Lady Adara has spoken so very highly of you. Such a pity she boasts of a man she does not truly know,” Lord Varys teased. Heat crept up Daryl’s neck and he scowled, this time reaching for the dagger on his hip he found at Castle Black. The smug smile never left Lord Varys’s face as he spoke. “There’s that wildling temper I’ve heard so much about. I would not be so hasty with your weaponry just yet, my friend. You may find yourselves rather lost should a hotheaded dagger tragically slip its way across my throat.”

Carol glared at Daryl. It was enough for him to reluctantly sheath the dagger and follow them both through the tunnel.

After what felt like ages, the tunnel opened up to where he could almost stand straight. Lord Varys stopped at a wooden door a few inches shorter than Daryl’s eye line. The Master of Whispers motioned for him to come forward.

Daryl took careful steps to avoid cracking the scattered bones of rodents on the floor. When he reached the door, Lord Varys handed him the torch. “The castle dungeons are comprised of four levels. Since Lady Adara is marked a traitor’s daughter, she is being kept in the black cells, the third level that we are at now. The only light these cells see are the torch lights brought in by gaolers. There are two on duty tonight: Dwight and Simon. I dosed their wine with milk of the poppy so you will have enough time to go in, retrieve Lady Adara, and get out. You will go back through this door and follow the exact directions laid out for you in the scroll Carol provided.”

He paused to place an iron key into Daryl’s hand. “To open the cell. Good luck.”

Daryl only had a few seconds to process the instructions before Lord Varys opened the door. He frowned and looked between the two strangers who’d led him to the black cells. If this is a trap, I swear by the Old Gods I’ll kill both of you, he thought and nodded briefly before ducking and moving into the darkness.

The black cells were named aptly, for they were shrouded in darkness. Even with the light provided by the torch, Daryl could only see five feet forward. The air was foul and heavy and reeked of decay. He forced himself not to dwell on why that was as he slowly stepped through the dank hall.

Daryl heard nothing but dripping and the squeals of rats for several minutes before a small voice whispered somewhere in the distance. He pulled his sword from the scabbard. It had not occurred to him until that moment that the Spider could have lied about the sleeping gaolers. They could be awake and waiting on him somewhere in the blackness. The whispering could even be members of the Kingsguard ready to behead him the moment the light hit their white armor.

Daryl cursed himself for being so foolish. He was walking into a trap created by people who knew what he was, who knew that Rick had been helping him.

“It will all be okay, Kelly. I promise you I will figure out a way to get us out of this. I swear it on my life and on my honor as a Stark.”

The voice stopped him in his tracks. Daryl thought he might have imagined it, but that couldn’t be. He spent so many nights at Castle Black trying to remember that voice and could never recreate its beauty. It was Adara’s real voice.

He nearly broke into a sprint, ready to kill any man who tried to stop him from reaching the voice. Daryl glanced into each cell as he ran past. While most were empty, every so often he saw a pair of eyes watching him go by.

At the first sign of red his eyes found, he planted his feet to the floor. Behind the bars of the cell he was facing, three women were curled up as far from the door as they could get. Between the two he didn’t recognize, Adara sat with her head on the shoulder of one of the women and her arm laced through the arm of the other.

All three of them looked up at the same time. The two unfamiliar women gasped and recoiled at the sight of Daryl, but when Adara met his eyes, her own filled with tears. “Daryl? Gods be good, I’ve truly gone mad.”

Daryl let a chuckle escape his lips. “It’s me. I’m really here and I’m getting you out of here, m’lady.”

His nerves were so stricken upon seeing her again that he momentarily fumbled with the key before aligning it with the cell lock. He barely had time to open the door before Adara leapt into his arms and threw her own around his neck. He didn’t hesitate to envelop her and pull her as close to him as their bodies would allow, though he took care to keep the torch at length.

Her quiet sobs were muffled by Daryl’s shoulder. When he released her, Adara sniffled and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her dress. “I can’t believe you’re here.” Her glassy eyes were like to break his heart. He carefully placed a hand on her face and caressed her cheek. Her skin was even softer than he remembered. “I’m here to take you home.”

She leaned into his touch briefly before turning to her two cellmates. The women were both young and fair with dresses similar to Adara’s.

“These are my handmaidens, Connie and Kelly. Joffrey sent them to the cells with me simply for being my friends,”Adara confessed with a guilt-ridden tone. She looked back to Daryl. “They have nowhere else to go, Daryl. They’ll die down here or be killed once I’m married to Ser Negan.”

Just the mention of the Blade made Daryl want to take Adara and run as far as his legs could carry him. He couldn’t help but picture Adara watching her father die. After such a devastating loss, he refused to allow her to bear any more death. “They’ll come with us.”

Connie and Kelly got to their feet and smiled. Adara’s hands motioned to them in ways he was unfamiliar with, but once she was done, Connie was beaming.

Daryl remembered the gaolers asleep somewhere nearby and reluctantly released Adara from his hold. “We need to move quickly. I don’t know how much time we have before someone finds us.” He took Adara’s hand. “Follow me. Stay as close as possible. Do you have your dagger?”

She used her free hand to lift the side of her skirts and pull the Valyrian steel dagger from a holster on her thigh. Daryl looked to the ceiling in a brief plea to the gods that Adara wouldn’t detect the way every part of his body tensed at the sight of her thigh.

Once she’d readjusted her dress, Adara motioned for Connie and Kelly to follow. “We’re leaving, girls.” They both smiled and fell in line behind Adara and Daryl, signaling their readiness.

Daryl led his party of four back to the wooden door. For a moment he wondered if it would be locked, but to his relief, the door opened with ease. He pushed it as far as it would go and ushered the three women through before ducking into the tunnels once more.

There was no point in using the scroll when Daryl had the directions memorized, so he pulled it from his shirt pocket and handed it to Kelly. “If something happens to me while we’re trying to leave, these are the directions out of the city.” As soon as Kelly nodded her understanding, he started for the first turn they needed to make.

Left, right, another left, down the long corridor to the third archway, second staircase to the right of the next hall.

Adara’s grip on Daryl’s hand was so tight he might have worried about loss of circulation if he hadn’t been so preoccupied with getting out of the castle.

Once they descended the stairs, they came out to an alleyway stinking of feces. The three women scrunched their noses and covered their faces with their sleeves in disgust, but Daryl hardly flinched. If they think this is bad, they wouldn’t survive the smells from the shit holes in camps beyond the Wall.

“Surely this isn’t where you entered to find us,” Adara remarked in the nasal tone resulting from her pinching her nostrils.

Daryl chuckled as quietly as he could. Even under cover of nighttime he could never be sure there weren’t eyes everywhere and ears everywhere else.

He looked to Connie and Kelly, motioning to the hoods on the backs of their cloaks. “Put those on. The less people notice us, the better.”

Adara’s red hair seemed even brighter in the moonlight, almost a flame brighter than the torch they’d abandoned in the tunnels. As much as Daryl loved it, she stuck out more than the rest of them when so few redheads dwelled beyond the Riverlands.

He removed his watchman’s cloak and carefully placed it on Adara’s shoulders. She threw the hood over her hair and giggled. “I feel like a ranger now.”

Daryl smiled before scanning the alley to make sure it was clear for them to move. “You’re much prettier than any of the rangers I’ve seen.” At that, Connie and Kelly covered their mouths to stifle their own giddy amusement.

Once he knew the coast was clear, Daryl motioned for them to move ahead. Adara led the way through the alley, moving slow enough to let him catch up. Daryl took Adara’s hand again and wove through the winding roads of Flea Bottom with the women in tow.

The city was eerily quiet. Beyond the sounds of dogs barking and the occasional open window letting music into the streets, Daryl could not believe just how quiet it was for a city so full of people. There was no time to question it, though. Whatever was keeping people from noticing them was something to be grateful for. At least, for the time.

Finally, after so many turns that Daryl began wondering if maybe he’d lost his way, they reached the hidden door on the wall that Carol wrote about in the scroll. Forcibly press the brick with seven chips on its face. He did exactly that, and the door opened.

Connie and Kelly went first with Adara close behind them. She stopped in the doorway to look between Daryl and the city. “Is this it? I’m finally leaving?”

He smiled at her with an ease he only experienced when those steel grey eyes watched him with all the earnestness in the world. “You’re finally leaving, and I swear on my life you will never have to come back.”

Adara smiled and followed Connie and Kelly beyond the city walls. Daryl brought up the rear with near complete satisfaction at his success. It was only when he’d closed the stone door and ran with the women for the woods that he realized they hadn’t encountered a single City Watchman.

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[loki-princeofasgard]

For All Times

Mobius x OFC

Aurora Stark became a variant when she tries to save her brother Tony Stark after his death in the fight against Thanos. Before TVA could prune her, Mobius intervened and save her life. After that, they became really close and always work together. There's just one problem...Aurora have a crush on her friend Mobius.

(Pre Loki series)

Aurora Marie Stark (Rory): 

29 years old. 

Brown eyes.

Brown and long hair.

5'3'' (160 cm).

Family: 

Father: Howard Stark  

Mother: Maria Stark 

Brother: Anthony Edward Stark (Tony) 

Aurora it’s a variant of earth 616. She’s been taken after the events of Endgame. She ended working at TVA with Mobius, after they come to an agreement. 

Former Avenger.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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[faeporcelain]

⭐️🐺

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[zaldritzosrose]

To Tame a Wolf: Part One

Summary: The battle for alliance had begun. The Greens and the Blacks. The North was a desired ally. And a marriage would be the way to secure it.

TW: She/Her Pronouns, use of OC (Lyanna Stark), mentions of character death, arranged marriage.

Words: 1,939

Part Two

Thank you to @lady-phasma for betaing this for me!

Negotiations and Betrothals

Lyanna waited outside, her brother having received word that Prince Aemond and his dragon were on the horizon. And Lyanna had been sent out to greet him.

Aemond flew on Vhagar, mentally preparing himself for what was to come. He knew, in theory, what he needed to do in negotiations: offer what the council had instructed him to, and not leave without an answer, or even better, an acceptance. But it was what was to be offered that bothered him.

He had never pictured himself as a husband. Not that he considered himself undesirable, it had simply never been something that had crossed his mind. But duty was duty, and if anything could be said about Aemond, it was that he would always do his duty. And right now, his duty was war.

The distant roar of a dragon was enough to signal the prince’s impending arrival, the looming shadow of the mighty she-dragon eclipsing Winterfell’s courtyard. There was, most likely, not a single Northerner who had truly seen a dragon up close. Even in the sky, Vhagar was a sight to see. As the shadow dipped, Lyanna readied herself and the nearby servants for Aemond’s arrival.

Aemond dismounted quickly. If it was his choice, he would have this entire situation done within a day. Politics, or should he say that patience was not his strongest suit. And patience was surely something he would need for this.

“My prince,” Lyanna dropped smoothly into a curtsy, as did the servants around her. Aemond inclined his head in respect, his movements stiff - both from riding and his wish to be anywhere else.

“My lady, I appreciate the welcome,” Aemond responded, the need to remain polite warring with the need to move on to the true reason for his visit.

But he did allow himself a moment to pause and look at Lyanna. If this was the woman to whom he was intended to offer his hand, surely, he should take the time to assess her as she was. While it might seem cold, Aemond knew this arrangement was not intended to be based on his desires. This arrangement was simply that. An arrangement. Feelings were of no consequence.

Though he had to admit, the stories of her beauty did not do her justice. She was a true beauty, he realised. The dark hair and grey eyes, so synonymous with the Starks. The soft rosiness of her cheeks, that had bloomed from standing out in the cold Northern air. He suppressed a chuckle realising that either way, on the surface, he would benefit from this arrangement with a beautiful wife.

“My brother awaits you in our Hall, my prince.” Lyanna gestured towards the large doors behind her, before leading Aemond out of the cold and into the warmth of Winterfell’s walls.

The halls of Winterfell had a beauty of their own. Heavy stone walls, built to withstand the cold and likely more sinister foes. Like the halls, he stood in reflected the people that lived there. Hardy. Stubborn. And hard to defeat. It was this notion that made him realise why the North was such a desired ally. Aemond had little interest in the décor and architecture. He had one focus, and he would see that through without distraction.

Lyanna walked quickly, the only sound to be heard was the swishing of the heavy fabrics of her gown and the soft clacking of their boots against the stone floor. There was no small talk, which if he had to admit, Aemond quite appreciated. The doors to the hall were opened and Lyanna only glanced back momentarily before entering.

“Brother, Prince Aemond has arrived,” she announced to whom, Aemond assumed, was Lord Cregan.

The resemblance was notable. The dark hair, grey eyes. But where Lyanna was soft, Cregan was harsh - ever fitting the Wolf in the North moniker. Aemond inclined his head, to which Cregan returned the same gesture before gesturing for Aemond to sit.

What surprised Aemond, however, was when Lyanna took a seat at Cregan’s side. He knew things were a little different in the North. But he had not expected Lyanna to be present in the negotiations. If she noticed his surprise, she said nothing. She simply waited for her brother to begin.

"Lord Cregan, it is an honour to meet you. I have come on behalf of King Aegon and the Green Council to discuss an alliance between our houses." Aemond spoke confidently, reciting the words that his grandsire had drilled into him upon his departure.

The negotiations were long, but in Aemond’s eye, they were fruitful. Cregan was receptive, more than expected, to Aegon’s offers as King. But Aemond knew that it was only a matter of time before the secondary motive for his arrival was to be revealed.

“And for the North’s alliance, what does the Crown offer us?” Cregan asked, the faintest of smiles on his bearded face as he glanced over at Lyanna.

Marriages and betrothals were common bargaining tools, so it was no surprise that this was the expected next step. Aemond still felt the faintest unease settling in his gut at the prospect.

“The Crown offers marriage, my lord. Between Lady Lyanna and myself.” Aemond said the words simply, there was no need for flowery proposals.

But the look on Lyanna’s face was not what he expected. Surely a lady would feel honoured to be chosen to marry a prince. Lyanna looked anything but honoured. While she did not look angry, she did not look happy either. She was simply…indifferent.

“A generous proposal, my prince. And one that I will duly consider.”

And with Lord Stark’s words, the negotiations were ended. Aemond hoped, deep down, that the decision would be reached before the day’s end. But he felt he was hoping for too much. The prince looked to Lyanna once more, hoping for some sort of reaction. Joy, disgust, anger. Anything would be better than the blank look that currently coloured her features.

Only time would tell.

Aemond left the hall, knowing his part was done. For now. But he could already hear the words being exchanged between the siblings. The words were not angry, but they were not kind either. And it seemed that most of the ire was coming for Lyanna.

“I am not a prize to be exchanged for victory, brother!” Lyanna snapped, “And especially not to a Kinslayer!”

Lyanna’s voice just carried through the heavy wooden doors. Aemond could not help but feel a sting at her words. Was it him as a man she took issue with, or being married off itself? The word Kinslayer also carried a sting of its own. it seemed the title had carried itself all the way up North. Aemond knew he should not let it hurt him, but to know even a stranger saw him like that, was a slice to his usual stoic heart.

He did not stay to hear the rest. Their conversation was not for his ears. He took himself down the halls, seeking refuge in what he hoped would be a library. With the help of a nearby guard, he soon found himself seated in a heavy armchair surrounded by books. A sole comfort no matter where he found himself.

Lyanna was furious. Though at who, she was not sure. She did not know Aemond well enough to dislike him, but she knew enough to feel a sense of trepidation at being his wife. Stories of Aemond Targaryen had not taken long to make their way North.

Infamous for losing his eye to his nephew, the self-same nephew he killed on dragon back not so long ago and claiming the largest living dragon at only ten years of age.

The stories painted him as a man of little emotion, focused solely on the duty of being a prince and dragon rider. Not a man Lyanna had ever envisioned herself marrying, that was for sure. Though if she were honest, she had never truly imagined marrying anyone. She had been lucky in that regard; most ladies of Lyanna’s age would likely have been married off by now.

But she was not just a lady. She was a Stark. Just as much a prize as the North itself. Even if she despised the notion.

She knew Cregan would accept the proposal. He had decided to support Aegon before Aemond had even arrived. Her brother was a smart man, smarter than most gave him credit. Despite his young age as a Northern Warden, Cregan knew well enough to side where the benefit would fall greater on their house.

And right now? It was to side with Aegon as King.

By marrying Lyanna to Aemond, Cregan believed that he was putting Stark blood closer to the throne. And that was more than worth the price of his sister’s disdain.

The betrothal was official. And Lyanna was set to leave with Aemond for King’s Landing as soon as possible. War did not allow them the gift of time. Lyanna had at least hoped for time to prepare to leave, but Cregan assured her that her belongings would follow on behind her.

And then she realised the Crown’s intention. The sooner the wedding was held, the sooner war would begin. War was the focus, that was obvious.

Aemond left first, assuring Cregan and Lyanna that everything would be prepared for her arrival. A letter had been sent when Cregan accepted, informing Aegon and the Council that the marriage was to go ahead.

The ride was long for Lyanna, and the time did nothing to bolster her feelings towards this marriage. She didn’t hate Aemond, she had assured him of that before he left atop Vhagar. And he has assured her in kind, he had no reason to hate her either. But they both knew that there was little between them.

They would barely even be considered friends, for they knew nothing of each other. There was likely to be little time to learn such things.

Almost two weeks passed and Lyanna was at the gates of the Red Keep. She had never visited the South herself, but her brother had told her stories. Nothing would ever compare to the beauty of Winterfell in her eyes, but she could appreciate the Keep, nonetheless. For it was to become her home, whether she liked it or not. She assumed people knew of her arrival. It wasn’t often that Starks, or Northerners, came to the capital and to come on the arrangement of marriage would be more than a novelty.

As the carriage came to a stop, Lyanna took a deep breath, hoping to somehow calm herself. She knew nothing of what to expect the moment she stepped from the safety of her carriage. A voice outside could be heard instructing the horseman to open the doors.

Suddenly,  the flash of sunlight hit her eyes. Different from what she used to in the North. As her sight adjusted, she felt a hand reach out and offer to assist her exit, which she gladly took. Thankfully, her welcome was quiet. War did that to cities, most people were likely safely inside their homes. And she was glad of it, a crowd was not what she needed at this moment.

She could see a handful of people, she assumed were royal servants and as she looked further, she saw the figure of Aemond. Standing tall and regal in the small group of servants. Strangely, she was relieved to see a face she at least recognised.

Even if that face belonged to that of a stranger.

a/n thank you so much to everyone who gave the confidence to do this! feedback is always appreciated!

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #oc!lyanna stark #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen x oc

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun // COMPLETED

You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

And you found yourself more willing to be surrounded by wolves than by vipers. Because you were known as the little sunshine of the Red Keep, always shinning light in everything you touch, and the cold heart of Cregan Stark won't be any different.

The sun always shines, even in the coldest of winters.

Main story

Prologue

Alone in the world

No man’s land

A call for help

An Icy road

Compromises

New Gods

Old Gods

A way to a man's heart...

...Is trough the green path

Trembling ground

Backlash

Winds of Winter

Dragonstone

The White Harbor

Winter is here

Godswood

Dark Wings, Dark Words

The calm before the storm

Premonitions

The march ahead

A dangerous road

Rains of Fire

Harrenhal

Snowstorm

Sea of uncertainty

The strength of certainty

Home

King's Landing / Fin to the timeline

Into the future

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

Epilogue 3 FINAL CHAPTER

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