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jon snow who spends his entire existence in winterfell so desperately obsessed with his stark half-sister, feeling so much shame and guilt for his incestuous feelings towards the girl. only for it to all fall into place once he learns of his heritage; he wasn’t a disgusting creature, instead he was only following his ancestors. he was a targaryen and he shouldn’t be denied that of his culture now, should he? jon who returns to his stark girl with the full intention of claiming what he believes to be rightfully his, no matter the oppositions.
a contended husband is no menace to the kingdom
Aegon being forced to marry his niece instead of Helaena, much to his chagrin. At least Helaena wasn’t a bastard, but now his father wishes to embarrass him more by wedding him to a brown-haired princess and keep him aside. Aegon is so grumpy until he meets the newly-grown Velaryon Princess once more. He underestimated how much of her beauty she got from her mother, and truthfully, she was more comely than he’d expected.
At least he should have something pretty to look at, he thinks.
However, he’s soon shocked by just how much he seems to like the Princess. She’s sweet and kind to him, despite her timid nature. She tries to stay close to him and speak and learn of his interests - only his less than savoury responses seem to leave her crestfallen; something Aegon has found he doesn’t like. He doesn’t like to see the way her smile falls when he is rude to her, or when his mother spares the girl another insult. It’s incredibly unlike Aegon when he first stands up for his betrothed against his mother. He didn’t even stand up for himself and yet he couldn’t take watching the sweet princess curl in on herself anymore.
Aegon and the Princess marry in the great sept, both bride and groom feeling surprisingly pleased with their fate. Aegon has warmed to the girl and begun to feel the impacts of being loved and cared for for once in his life. The Princess has realised that behind the cold and crass exterior of the Prince, he is but a boy wishing to be loved and held.
Rhaenyra comes back for Luke’s petition years later to see her daughter again in person, giggling away with her husband in the throne room. The husband and wife are clinging to each other, the princess dressed in a resplendent gold gown, as they whisper conspiratorially whilst looking around the room. Rhaenyra feels her chest tighten at the small bump protruding from her daughter’s skirt - she had yet to receive a letter announcing this most recent pregnancy. Rhaenyra had wanted to keep her daughter away from the greens at all costs but now looking at her daughter so happy and content, she wonders if maybe her perceptions of Aegon had been incorrect.
(please why couldn’t this man just be happy!)
Little deer
Tywin Lannister x reader (Baratheon!reader)
Request: Could you possibly do a Tywin Lannister x Baratheon reader where she is the youngest sibling of Robert Baratheon?
“So what then,” you asked your brother. Hip cocking out as you folded your arms, eyes narrowing as you looked at the man who was meant to be the King.
You hadn’t really expected much when Renly told you that Robert wanted to see you. But when you walked into the private meeting room, no servants, no guards inside. That raised your suspensions. But when you saw both Stannis and Robert calmly discussing something - then you got worried.
6 months ago
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They were devils to each other.
Alana knew Roose. But Roose didn't really know her.
The two of them had embarked on a dangerous road together. Both would suffer, but their ruthlessness and cunning drew them together.
In the end, Roose might regret compromising his hard heart. But he had found his equal, perhaps more sinister.
Depends on where you look at it.
When the world begins to fall into darkness, you must choose which way to go. There's always something lurking in the shadows.
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Keys = 💚-angst/comfort. 🩷-fluff. 💙angst/no comfort. ❤-suggestive content. 🧡-ambiguous
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Sydney Prescott x Stu Macher
Title: Hearts of Fire
Daenerys Targeryen x reader X khal drogo(slightly)
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The air was thick with the scent of blood and incense as the Dothraki gathered in the sacred tent, their voices rising in a cacophony of anticipation. At the center of it all stood Daenerys Targaryen, silver hair cascading over her shoulders, her violet eyes set with steely determination. Beside her, you stood just as resolute, your fingers intertwined with hers as you both faced the daunting task ahead. This was a ritual meant to prove strength, resilience, and the power of life growing within Daenerys. But the Khaleesi was not alone, for you had bound your fate to hers long before the Dothraki had ever known either of your names.
When Khal Drogo had chosen Daenerys as his Khaleesi, you had been a part of the bargain, an unconventional condition that neither he nor his people had expected. The blood of the dragon burned hot in both of your veins, and your love for each other was as fierce as the flames that had birthed you. Drogo had seen the fire in your eyes, the unwavering loyalty you held for Daenerys, and had accepted the challenge of marrying not just a dragon, but two.
Now, the Dosh Khaleen—the ancient crones who led the ceremony—looked on with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. No other Khaleesi had ever brought her heart-bound to this ritual. But this was not just any Khaleesi, and you were not just any woman.
As the crones brought forth the raw, bleeding heart of the stallion, the murmurs of the Dothraki quieted. The heart was massive, still warm, and the scent of fresh blood filled your nostrils. It was a symbol of the life growing within Daenerys, the life of the stallion who would mount the world. But for you, it was also a symbol of the bond you shared with her, the unbreakable connection that had brought you both to this moment.
Daenerys took a deep breath, her grip on your hand tightening as she stepped forward. You could feel her fear, her determination, and you gave her a reassuring squeeze in return.
"We do this together," you whispered, your voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in your stomach.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Together," she repeated, her voice a vow as strong as any oath.
The Dosh Khaleen began their chant, an ancient and haunting melody that echoed through the tent. Daenerys raised the heart to her lips, taking the first bite with a grimace that she quickly hid. The taste was foul, the texture tough and chewy, but she forced herself to chew and swallow, her eyes flicking to you for strength. You stepped closer, your free hand brushing a strand of her hair away from her face as she continued to eat, each bite a struggle.
When the time came for you to join her, you did so without hesitation. The Dothraki watched with bated breath as you bit into the heart, the taste just as revolting as you had imagined. But you didn't falter. The blood of the dragon did not yield. You would not falter.
The ritual was gruesome, the task daunting, but together, you and Daenerys persevered. Bite after bite, the heart began to disappear, the blood staining both your lips and hers, a symbol of the shared strength and love that had brought you to this point.
As the heart was finally consumed, a hush fell over the tent. Daenerys swayed on her feet, but you were there to steady her, your arms wrapping around her waist as she leaned into you, exhausted but victorious. The Dothraki began to chant her name, their voices rising in a roar of approval. The stallion who mounts the world had been proven, and the Khaleesi had shown her strength. But as you held her close, you knew that the real victory was not just hers, but yours as well.
Khal Drogo stepped forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours and Daenerys's. There was a fierce pride in his gaze, a recognition of the bond you both shared. He placed a hand on Daenerys's shoulder, then on yours, a silent acknowledgment of the strength you both possessed.
"You are both my Khaleesi," he declared in his deep, resonant voice, the words carrying a weight that the Dothraki understood. It was unprecedented, a union of three, bound not just by tradition but by love, respect, and fire.
As the ceremony came to an end, the Dothraki began to disperse, their excitement turning to celebration. You and Daenerys remained in the tent, the tension of the ritual finally giving way to relief. She turned to you, her violet eyes softening as she reached up to cup your face, her thumb brushing away a smear of blood on your cheek.
"You were incredible," she whispered, her voice full of emotion. "I couldn't have done this without you."
You smiled, leaning into her touch, your heart swelling with love. "Neither could I, my love."
The two of you stood there for a moment, lost in each other, the world outside forgotten. In that instant, it didn't matter that you were in a foreign land, surrounded by people who still didn't fully understand your bond. All that mattered was that you had each other, that you were stronger together than apart.
As the sounds of celebration grew louder outside, you and Daenerys shared a kiss, the taste of blood still lingering on your lips, a reminder of the ritual you had just endured. It was a kiss filled with promise, with the fire of dragons, and with the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them side by side.
Together, you would conquer, you would rule, and you would love, bound by fire and blood, forever.
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Chapters: 61/120 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jon Snow/Sansa Stark Summary:
A war is brewing in the South. It is time to face the Lions. To complicate matters, familiar foes return to haunt them.
This is part 2 of a series, written in the order of the books To fully appreciate (and understand) this story, you need to read part one. If you don't, you won't know what is happening.
Daggers to the Heart Pt 1, A Game of Thrones Daggers to the Heart Pt 2, Clash of Kings
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Family, Duty, Honor Chapter 115
Gendry II
Sometimes, Gendry woke up hearing Joy screaming. But then there would be nothing, deathly silence and he was not sure if her screams were from his own mind.
Sometimes he dreamed of her, and Arya too. He dreamed of them together, before they were taken to Harrenhal, when they thought they were on their way to Arya’s brother.
He wondered if they would have been in the North already, if they would have been safe there.
He had heard whispers from the guards, that Arya’s mother and older brothers had been murdered.
Gendry didn’t have any siblings and he barely remembered his mother much these days.
But he knew the pain being carved out of his chest at the idea of losing Joy and not even knowing it.
He couldn’t imagine.
He just prayed that Arya wasn’t alone when she learned the truth.
Torchlight flickered through the hall and Ser Davos came to Gendry’s cell door and began to unlock it.
“Has something happened?” Gendry asked. “Joy—“
“Is fine.”
And that was when Gendry saw that Ser David had been wearing a cloak that concealed someone shorter than the Onion Knight.
Joy rushed into Gendry, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressing her face against his collar, trembling, a quiet sob soaking into his shirt.
He froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, holding her close, holding her as close as he possibly could without suffocating her.
“Is this some sort of trick?” Gendry asked.
He wanted to believe that Ser Davos wouldn’t do anything like that, but at the same time, he could not trust Stannis Baratheon or the Red Woman.
“Yes,” Ser Davos answered and Gendry tensed, holding Joy closer to him, ready to fight, ready to run, ready to do whatever it took to get her out of there. “But not in you.” Ser Davos tossed him a cloak. “Put this one and let Joy hide under your arm and keep her close.”
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you out of here.”
“Why?”
“Because no rule should begin with the murder of children,” Ser Davos answered plainly. “Now come.”
Hesitantly, Gendry put the cloak on, letting the fabric fall around his shoulders and cover Joy. He shifted her slightly to his side so that they could walk and they followed Ser Davos.
Gendry prayed to whatever gods that were listening and hoped that this man was not leading them to their deaths.
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Oath || Sandor Clegane × Original Female Character
Alerie Arryn Lore
After her mother dies giving birth to another stillborn child to Jon Arryn, she grows up under the care and affection of Horace Hightower, the sworn shield of the Lord of the Vale. Keeping the promise he made to his beloved, Horace raises his biological daughter almost in secret, taking her around the woods and teaching her the value of the sword and knowledge, far from the turmoil of the rebellion. When Jon Arryn is appointed Hand of the King, he decides to bring Alerie, who is now a young woman, with him to the warm capital, she will do everything to oppose him but will join him only two years later, when the lifeless body of her father Horace is found in the woods.
Born: 290 AC circa
Parents: Lara Florent and Jon Arryn (former) / The Fox Horace Hightower (real father)
Siblings: Robin Arryn (stepbrother) Darrik Arryn (stillborn) Alfered Arryn (stillborn) Bryce Arryn (stillborn) Annarel Arryn (stillborn)
Love interest: Sandor Clegane (husband)
From the beginning, the girl's indomitable nature clashes with the harsh reality that inhabits the Red Keep, for this reason she manages to attract the silent attention of a pair of dark and stern eyes. After the death of Jon Arryn, Alerie manages to obtain the protection of King Robert from the harassment of the lions of house Lannister. Comforted by the arrival of the Starks, she immediately forms a close friendship with Sansa and months after the execution of Ned Stark she dedicates herself entirely to the protection of the girl who she considers as her blood cousin, this will lead her into a forced marriage with Joffrey's dog Sandor Clegane. The Hound is known as the most ferocious and bloodthirsty being in all the seven kingdoms, the only man who according to that blonde cunt with the crown, will be able to break her and make her eat her tongue. In reality, it will be Alerie herself who will tame the restless and stone-cold heart of her gruff husband, managing to wrap him around her little finger.
Children: Katherine Clegane, Elynor Clegane, Laina Clegane and Horace Clegane
Titles: The Fierce Rose of the Vale, The Fox's cub, Little Dove, Lady of Clegane's Keep.
Weapon(s): Knives/blades, bow and arrow
btw It's a story I've been thinking about for weeks and I don't know how to cope.
I'm so sorry for my bad english lmao :)