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I'm kinda in love with those jon snow headcanons :___) could I request him with a s/o that like a baker or cook and cooks for him? they say the way to a mans heart is through the belly and i doubt they're feeding him caviar at the wall 🤣🤣
A/n: I highly doubt they feed him anything good on there hahaha
Jon Snow x Baker!Reader
Seeing Jon is a bit of a rare thing. With both of you working and with you being quite some distance away from the Wall.
Still, you try to visit him as often as you can, or send him the food via someone else.
You'd often visit when a cart of food and supplies goes to the wall, usually once or twice a month. And that's when you pack quite a big portion of freshly made food for Jon.
Jon loves your food, that much is for sure.
The food on the Wall is often stale, bland and hastily made. So it's not rare that sometimes he doesn't even finish his plate. He rarely eats that food when he knows for certain that your food will be on his table soon.
He will thank you profusely for this, it really does mean a lot to him. The food tastes great and it's actually healthy, he knows he won't get ill from whatever you make him.
Both of you eating together certainly does bring the two of you closer together. It just something intimate in it's own way, especially if one of you is feeding the other.
Rarely there are any leftovers, so you do make sure to bring Ghost something as well. Although it is not so hard to satisfy the direworlf when it comes to food.
Even Ghost loves whatever you bring in that big basket of yours. He'd run over to you, smelling you even before you made it through the gates and would wait patiently until he sees the supplies carriage.
Ghost would walk along your side the entire time, licking his maw in anticipation.
So unless you want a direwolf on your dinner table, you best give him some of the food first.
Jon notices how much Ghost is absent at his side when you're around and he does point it out to you with a laugh.
If you're not there to accompany him and Ghost, he will surely write a letter of his gratitude to send back to you.
If they had anything nice at the wall he would send that too, but unfortunately it's all ice, snow and rocks.
i saw you're taking jon snow requests 👀 i read your rules and know you won't take anything too freaky but would you be willing to write something about him receiving a blowjob, maybe his first? 👀 i know this may be a bit too much so of course you don't have to include it but aksjd i love him so much he's such a virgin <3 i just wanna bully him sometimes. just a bit. he looks like he's the type of dude that wouldn't know how to react, his legs wouldn't stop shaking <333
Warnings: smut, NSFW, minors dni.
A/n: these are quite short but I hope they're still to your liking anon! Sorry for the long wait.
Jon Snow x Reader - Headcanons
Jon was always picked on and teased for such things by both Theon and Robb, and being easily frustrated got him a plethora of silly nicknames.
When you first came into his life he kept you at arms length, not wanting to be further picked on and not wanting to embarrass himself in front of someone so great as you
Finally when you started being more physical he allowed himself the fleeting kisses, pecks and more intimate embraces.
Gosh, the guy would be meek, putty in your hands when you first initiate more intimate acts
You'll have to really warm him up, maybe have some ale beforehand to soothe his nerves a bit
He's all about pleasuring you first, but he's completely lost and does not want to admit it
He's awfully sweet, looking out for positive reactions from you
But then he will let you take charge and oh boy-
You'd have to sit him down at the edge of the bed or on a chair so he wouldn't fall over
Red blossoms over his cheeks and neck, his skin awfully warm to the touch but he still tries to hold on and pleasure you first
You push him back, tell him to relax, he listens
He can't take his eyes off of you, only when your own gaze falls on his- only then does he look elsewhere
Jon is so bashful, he doesn't know what to do. What to say?? What does he do with his hands??? Tf does he do???
For a long while he is quite stiff, but as his pleasure builds up and his orgasm approaches he bucks his hips into your mouth
He apologizes immediately, thinking he hurt you somehow, but it didn't bother you, then his bucking becomes more and more frequent
You don't stop, and he becomes even more vocal gradually
Oh the poor boy-
His thighs begin to tremble and his toes curl as the coil inside him tightens
He's lost in the warmth and the pleasure your mouth is providing, he's mesmerized
He nibbles and bites at his knuckles to keep himself quiet
His other hand is holding you by the neck languidly, his fingers in your hair and he's subconsciously pushing you onto him
Oh no- gods help him when you begin to play with his balls-
He completely loses it, tries to warn you too
Jon is such a sweet boy and is flustered even after he had emptied himself in your mouth
Breathing hard as his mind swims with lust
You just smile innocently
You definitely tease him for it in the future or even when you go to have sex again
Although its more subtle, an inside thing between the two of you yk it's y'all's little dirty secret
My friends have been suggesting I open up writing commissions, and that'd be fun to at least try out, but I'd like to see if there's any interest for that 👁️👄👁️
(also for anyone experienced in writing commissions, any tips on pricing them?)
Aegon the Conqueror and the Stark girl he takes captive!
He takes her when he conquers the North, seeing her beauty from afar. As the new King of Westeros, he’s entitled to whatever he wishes, and he wants her.
Aegon the Conqueror who keeps the girl locked away in his chambers, not letting her out. He lets Rhaenys in to sometimes talk to the girl, but Visenya is never allowed in.
The Targaryen king restrains himself at first, though he slowly begins to walk in on the girl’s baths, dress her in flimsy nightgowns and having her sit by his side as he works.
Aegon gives in one night, pushing the girl down on the bed and sheathing himself inside her tight cunt. He has to use spit to lubricate his cock to allow him to bottom out. The struggle she gives him only excites him more. His pretty Stark can only gasp as he moves inside of her, her wetness coating his cock. Aegon grins at the sight of a ring of cream forming at the base of his cock.
Aegon who fucks his captive each night, getting his fill until he’s fully satiated. She’s so soft and plush and he can’t help but grip her flesh tightly, kneading it between his fingers as he thrusts into her.
Aegon who always cums inside of her cunt and keeps his cock inside of her, not letting any of his seed escape. He especially likes to fuck his cum back into her and adding more throughout the night.
The Stark girl who wakes up from her slumber aside the king to feel his thick cock moving slowly inside her again. She can only part her legs wider and let Aegon grope at her breasts and his fat head bullies into her sensitive cervix.
Headcanons: Gwayne Hightower
(written with wife!reader, but with no physical descriptors)
No doubt about it, that man loves to eat pussy. He enjoys the act itself but it’s really about getting to watch his wife writhe and whimper under his tongue, his ministrations having her hips jerking off the bed. He has to hold her down with his forearms so he can keep enjoy his meal. He loves to slowly add in a slender finger one at a time, curling them up against the spongy sensitive walls to push against that special spot.
Gwayne enjoys getting head, but only once he’s trained up his wife to his standards. He has to coach her to not gag, to let his heavy cock sit in her throat. He doesn’t like to make his pretty wife cry though, and he’s always letting her take his cock at her own pace. Oh he’d be crazy for eye contact too, always having to lock gazes as he cums.
If he’s on top, he either chooses missionary (again, eye contact) or he mounts his wife like a stallion and fucks her from behind. Gwayne loves to press his entire body weight up against her, chest pressed against her back. He presses her body into the bed until she can’t move, only able to let him thrust into her hard and deep. He’d probably get a kick out of it if his wife begins to try and escape from the pleasure, and he can just press into her further.
Ok but truly I believe Gwayne would love if his wife is on top. She’s not in charge though, but he enjoys having her above him. He’s a bit lazy sometimes and enjoys the reprieve. He’s got his pretty wife riding him slowly, his hands dragging her hips up and down and back and forth. He’s still in control and he guides her movements, and he just loves to sit up and be face to face with his girl, mouthing at her full breasts as she begins to tremble in his grasp.
Gwayne won’t leave his girl unsatisfied. Minimum of two orgasms each round. I don’t make the rules, sorry. He just loves to hear the sweet, sweet sounds as his wife reaches her climax, her body clinging to him.
Breeding kink!!! Man loves the thought of his little wife carrying his child and having little red-headed babes running around Oldtown. He’s pushing his cum back inside of her with his cock, staying inside all night to seal her up.
I don’t think he’s into exhibitionist stuff or doing it in public. He respects his wife too much and doesn’t really want any scandals tbh. The maids getting to hear the noises from their chambers is enough.
The only time he decides to make a point is when he and his wife visit the red keep. His nephew’s gazes linger for too long on his wife, their eyes shining with lust. Aegon even tries to approach her, but Gwayne intervenes. That night he leaves their chamber door slightly ajar, knowing the boys reside down the hall. He’s got his wife squealing and thrashing in pleasure as he makes her cum over and over again, never giving her a moment of calm. He knows without a doubt that the Princes will hear, and he bares a smug grin the next morning as he sees his nephews as they break their fast. Aemond can’t even look at him properly, but Aegon just grins and raises his glass to his uncle.
victory is sweet for a tormented prince
MDNI, 18+!
aemond finally taking what he believes to be rightfully his after he burns aegon, fucking his wife in front of the burned king.
they’ll need an heir now that his cock is burnt, aemond says. it’s not like he’s spent forever lusting over his brothers wife as she bore him children and stood by his side. a noblewoman should not be left unattended too, in all matters of marriage, he declares as he thrusts harshly into the queen.
aegon can only stare wide-eyed and grimace as his brother takes yet another thing from him. he makes eye contact with his sweet wife and gazes upon her teary eyes, only to watch aemond pull her body back into his chest, drawing her gaze to his own.
aemond sends a triumphant smile to his brother as he empties himself inside his good-sisters sweet cunt, whispering into the queen’s ear that she may return to her crippled husband’s side. the prince regent leaves the king’s chambers with a self-assured swagger and a feeling of vindication settling in his bones. he would get everything he deserved and he will start with the iron throne, and then he will take the pretty queen for himself.
jon
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!)
Blessing in Disguise
Abstract: A war-torn Gwayne is presented with an opportunity when the dragon of a Targaryen Princess is shot down near his camp. A once devout follower of his Knight's oath, Gwayne no longer sees much point when Criston Cole gifts him Princess, his only requirement being to keep her alive. The Hightower Knight has suppressed his own urges for so long, but now, he no longer wishes to, not when he's been given a sweet Princess just for himself.
Warnings: Gwyane is not nice in this, future dub-con/non-con, abuse of power, prisoner/captor dynamics, manky Criston Cole, future 18+ (Not proof read)
Part 2: here
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Fighting on the front lines of a war was incredibly taxing, more so for a highborn knight with expectations placed on him that felt insurmountable, and a self-deprecating Hand of the King as a companion. Gwayne found spending each day with Ser Criston Cole brought him closer to understanding just why and how the former commander had ended up in such an illustrious position, for no one but his rotten nephew could find a kindred spirit in such a person. The Hightower rode with the army as they acquired more allies, his spirit withering until one day, he was presented with a gift. He thinks he must be dreaming when one day, a princess falls from the sky.
He doesn’t recognise the girl at first, her body a crumped heap on top of a blistered and broken dragon, but it seems the Hand beside him does.
“Seize the princess immediately,” Cole barks, “restrain her and slay the beast of hers.”
Gwayne recalls the ear-splitting screech that her dragon had let out just moments ago as it was hit by the scorpion, the silver body falling rapidly to the ground with its rider still attached. A dragon was a sacred creature and yet, in times of war, nothing could be protected in such a way any longer. The true prize for the army wasn’t the death of the dragon, but the capture of its rider. The only daughter of the Pretender Queen was more valuable to the Greens than the entirety of the Crownlands, for nothing was more precious to Rhaenyra than her daughter.
Gwayne watches as the soldiers handle the Princess, her frame grappled and manoeuvred in ways unbecoming of a lady. The girl doesn't even fight back, still unconscious as her body is slung over the back of a horse. The Hightower wishes to wipe the smug smile off Cole's face as he takes stock of his newest prize, but says nothing as the party ride back to their camp. Gwayne watches her frame jostle with each movement from the horse, not missing the leering gazes sent to the Princess from the other riders.
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"Here lies the daughter of the whore of dragonstone! Her mother is a traitor to the realm and her daughter shall receive the full force of our army, as our rightful King wishes," Criston Cole cries, his voice echoing across the camp. Low mumbles echo across the still soldiers, various expressions crossing their faces. "The Princess shall remain here in our camp as our prisoner until the whore heels to our forces." At his decree, Gwayne takes stock of the soldiers exchanging worried glances - to take the Princess prisoner would incite the fury of the Black's dragons. And yet, he witnesses men smirk and mutter to their companions, believing the Princess would be passed around like a common whore for their pleasure.
His curt voice captures the camp's attention, "And what of their forces, my Lord Hand? Do you think us invincible against the fury of a dragon?" All attention turns to Gwayne, and Criston can barely contain his rage at the clear challenge to his authority.
"If the whore wishes her daughter to live then she will consider her actions," says the Dornish man smugly. The commander is pulled aside harshly by the Hightower knight, avoiding the prying eyes and ears of the camp. The soldiers were all too aware of the discord between the pair, for all had been subject to their quarrels.
"You cannot treat a Princess of the realm as a common prisoner, no matter the situation Cole," Gwayne grits out, tone exasperated as he speaks to the commander like a child. He watches the commander ponder his words silently for a moment. It is only when those brown eyes look up at him sparkling with mischief does Gwayne realise he may have fucked up.
"If you hold the girl in such high regard, then you may take her."
Criston could laugh at the expression that crosses the redheads face, the knight stunned into silence for once in his life. It's his sputtering questioning that prompts the Lord Hand to speak once more.
"She will stay by your side as your ward, your spoil, captive - whatever you wish to call it. Do what you wish with her, have your fun, just keep her alive." The Hightower does not miss the sinister insinuation from the other man, his jaw gritting at the notion, ignoring the twitch of his cock at the idea of the Princess under him. Gwayne goes to rebuke Cole's offer, only to witness him quickly turn and leave. He watches silently as Cole mutters to a soldier guarding the still unconscious Princess, motioning to Gwayne's own tent. Fuck. What was he meant to do with a captive Princess for the remainder of the war, he thinks. Surely her family would come for her.
And yet, the sinister, war-trodden part of Gwayne's psyche begins to consider the opportunity presented to him: a Princess practically given to him. He had been so lonely during their long campaign, so bereft with the losses his army had faced. Each and every day he watched as more men died needlessly for sordid family infighting, their bodies burnt to unrecognisable heaps. With each death, he felt his soul harden, or maybe it was just slowly dissapearing altogether. He felt he cared for little anymore, not truly. He kept his gentlemanly manners and yet, each interaction felt false and like a pantomime. As much as he wished to deny it, the Hightower would be lying to the Seven if he said he had not missed the warmth of female company that he denied when he took his oath. He was still a man.
As Gwayne watches the body of the Princess disappear into his tent, he wonders if the wretched Kingmaker had given him a blessing in disguise : A sweet Princess just for him.
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(Planning on writing a few more parts of this, but this is a longer version of a series of asks I submitted to @writingsofwesteros so please enjoy! Dark Gwayne is so enjoyable to conceptualise and truly I think he has so much potential.)
affection is a remedy for many a problem
continuation of a contended husband is no menace to the kingdom
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Aegon doesn't entirely change just because he feels loved and cared for, no. The trauma and lack of affection in his childhood still incites his drinking, but it's to a lesser degree. Still, it's not uncommon for his niece to wake to his slumbering frame reeking of cheap Flea Bottom ale, his late night antics with his sleazy friends having ended with the guards dragging his body into their shared chambers in the early morn. One would think she would be repulsed by such situations, and yet, Aegon often finds himself in the large tub with his wife washing his hair, her delicate hands bringing a soothing pressure to his waning headache. The Prince would be silent as a deep sense of shame settles over him, his expression settling into a grimace as he remembers the conversation that led him to Flea Bottom this time. His mother had been yelling at him for declaring his lack of desire for the throne - a desire that had never increased no matter the number of conversations they had. A sharp slap to his cheek before she sent him away from her chambers had been his final straw. He didn't remember much after that. Aegon is thankful that his sweet wife understands him, knowing he is trying to be better for her. She is always by his side.
The one thing that cheers him up the most is seeing his sweet little babies. The twins had come soon in the course of their marriage and though he'd been reluctant to become a father, there was soon nothing more important to him than caring for his children. He saw opportunities for redemption in them, and his wife was so good with them. She was motherly in a way that his own mother had never been, always coddling them and squeezing them tightly, praising them and laving them with affection. To see his own children loved so much healed something in Aegon. The married couple spend many hours together with the children in the nursery each day, playing with them and conversing. When the Twins had learnt of their mother's second pregnancy they had become even more excitable, always babbling to the babe and asking when their brother or sister would be born. As Jaehaera clings to her father and plays with his matching silver strands, Aegon can only look over at his wife and Jaehaerys as he presses his ear to her stomach, seeking to hear the babe. His heart swells at the realisation that he finally has a family that love him, and he who loves them more than anything in the world.
(I 100% believe half of Aegon's problems could be solved with a lot of love and affection)
Gwayne Hightower and his Targaryen niece return to Kings Landing!
Gwayne bringing his sweet niece back to the Red Keep, only now she holds the title of his wife - of the Lady of Oldtown. Whispers and murmurs follow the couple as they walk through the keep, all aware of the more than scandalous marriage that had taken place.
He feels a warm feeling settle across his chest as his niece clings to him, her frame pressed into his side. Gwayne is more than happy to play the protector.
The Royal Family watching the couple walk into the throne room, only to be stunned at the sight of a small bundle being cradled in the young princess’s arms. They had received no word of the birth of the next Lord of Oldtown, and yet, here he was.
Gwayne proudly presenting his little son to the room, the tufts of red hair atop his head a clear indication of his lineage.
Alicent looking on at her daughter in shock and sorrow, her heart breaking as both of her daughters have now truly left her. She didn’t even get to attend this daughter’s wedding, and now her grandchild’s birth had been taken from her too.
Aegon is so pleased to see his younger sister again and doesn’t hold back on teasing her and her new husband. Aegon dislikes his own family greatly and he feels some relief in knowing his kindhearted younger sister has been spared from the worst of their infighting.
Otto is disgruntled by the babe and disapproves of his son’s actions, though there is nothing he can do. Gwayne takes great pleasure in knowing he has out-manoeuvred his father for once, leaving him no way to alter the situation.
Gwayne and his niece taking their son to sit in the gardens, relaxing under the trees as the babe cuddles up to his mother. He can’t help but feel contented with his little family, his own wife and a son who he can raise better than he was himself. As he watches his niece coo at their son, the knight resolves then and there to give her as many red-headed babes as she desires.
Blessing in Disguise (2)
Abstract: A war-torn Gwayne is presented with an opportunity when the dragon of a Targaryen Princess is shot down near his camp. A once devout follower of his Knight's oath, Gwayne no longer sees much point when Criston Cole gifts him Princess, his only requirement being to keep her alive. The Hightower Knight has suppressed his own urges for so long, but now, he no longer wishes to, not when he's been given a sweet Princess just for himself.
Warnings: abuse of power, prisoner/captor dynamics, gross men, restraints, Gwayne is growing more delulu, future dubcon/noncon (not proof read)
Author’s Note: this chapter is seriously diving into just how much Gwayne is loosing it, and building up his motives and morals. He thinks of himself as a saviour and all his actions are rooted in this need to keep protecting the Princess.
Tag List: @torchbearerkyle @beautifultacodragon
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Two days had passed since the Princess was captured, and two days had passed since Gwayne had been given the responsibility of keeping her alive. For the first day, he’d faced little trouble as the still unconscious girl slumbered in his tent, her frame draped across his own makeshift bed. The turmoil was rife within the knight however; for he knew little of what to do with the girl. To keep her hidden away in his tent for the rest of the campaign seemed cruel, but letting the Princess roam around the camp was a risk that could bring doom to the army. While he didn’t know for certain of her likely reaction upon waking, Gwayne felt that the Princess would not take kindly to her newfound position as captive.
The second day helped the knight make up his mind, for the Princess began to rouse herself from her state. He’d been eating the claggy paste they called oatmeal when movement caught his eye from across the tent. With sluggish movements, the girl pushed her weak and frail body up to a somewhat seated position as her eyes took in her surroundings. Gwayne found the confused expression on her face amusing, but sighed deeply as her eyes widened in alarm upon laying her sights on the Hightower Green of his doublet and the red of his hair. He watches as she begins to sputter and gasp as she tries to speak, but despite her best efforts, her brain fails to deliver a coherent question to the knight.
“You are in no position to run, or much less even argue, so I suggest you still yourself whilst I explain the predicament you’ve found yourself in,” Gwayne’s lilting voice cutting across the tent, his words stilling any movement from the Princess. Though he’s attempted to make his tone lighter, it’s clear that his tone carries a subtle warning.
The Princess nods softly before speaking, her voice hoarse and croaky due to disuse, “Wh-who are you?”
She fears she knows and yet some part of her hopes that perhaps it has been a case of mistaken identity - that this man across from her, whose tent she lays in, is not the brother to the Queen Dowager.
“Ser Gwayne Hightower, Princess.” It’s all he says. Gwayne notices the crestfallen expression on her face deepen, her fingers beginning to play with the threads of the blanket. “Your dragon was slain after it flew above our territory, the scorpion striking it down with great accuracy. It was not expected that Rhaenyra would have sent her only daughter on dragonback and yet, there you were.”
“M-my drag-”
Gwayne doesn’t let her speak and instead continues his recounting. “Criston Cole made the decision that your life should be spared. He wishes to use you as tool to garner your mother’s surrender, and in turn, has granted you the most esteemed opportunity of a true camp experience.”
The sweet Princess can only listen silently and a small twinge strikes at Gwayne’s heart as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. He lets her process his words, scraping the last remnants of his oatmeal from the wooden bowl. When she says no more, the knight moves to leave the tent when a timid voice stops him in his tracks.
“What will you do with me?”
The Princess watches the man freeze, his broad back tense and rigid. He stays near the entrance, arms clutching the fabric of the tent as he seems to ponder his answer. She had heard stories of the honourable Ser Gwayne Hightower and yet, chills crash over her at his next words.
“Whatever I so wish, I suppose, as long as your heart still beats in your chest.”
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That night the princess remains in his bed, her hands bound and tied to the wooden post holding up the tents fabric. He’s given her some tether, at least allowing her to relax her arms and continue to rest. The Princess had almost drifted into an unpeaceful slumber when a rustling sound echoed around the tent, and a disheveled Hightower strode through the entrance. She had little time to process his intentions as the knight flung off his boots and undid his doublet, leaving him only in his trousers and tunic, watching wide-eyed as he stalked over to the makeshift bed.
“What are you doing?!” The princess shrieked as Gwayne lowered his body next to hers, the flimsy material dipping with his body weight.
“I am sleeping, or at least I hope to be.”
“Get away from me! How dare you,” the girl cried, her body tense as she flung her body out of the bed.
“You may struggle to recall this, but this is my tent. You have been sleeping in my bed and as much as it pleases me to see you enjoying it so, I too wish to rest,” Gwayne bites out, his tone laced with sarcasm and thinly veiled contempt. She could’ve been sleeping on the dirt floor and here she still complains.
Gwayne hears her muttering “no, no” and finds little inside of himself to care, instead tugging on the restraints binding her hands. The squeal as she falls back into the bed makes him smirk, pushing the girl into the fabric and covering her with a blanket.
“Sleep. And keep any foolish ideas you may have of escaping to yourself, for you have no dragon or the faintest idea of your location.”
Gwayne rolls away from the Princess, feeling smug with himself at the lack of response he receives, though the rigid frame of the girl seems to be conveying enough to him. She knows her hopes of escape will not come to fruition tonight, not with the Hightower sleeping by her side. She can’t even retaliate when his heavy frame drapes over her own during the night, arms slung across her stomach as he clings to her body heat. Restless, she lies there listening to his languid breaths, her own heart pounding with anxiety.
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The Princess had been in the camp for what felt like months, though her stay had only totalled five days. It seemed that her and her captor had fallen into a somewhat amicable routine: Gwyane would venture down with the Princess to the nearby lake to allow bathe, and the pair would break their fast with the rest of the soldiers. He would then return her to his tent while he talked strategy with Criston, leaving the girl alone, but not unsupervised. He’d given up use of the rope that had attached to her ankle after the first night in the bed, but the knight was still wary of the Princess trying to escape. In the evenings the two would sit by a small fire in the common area of the camp and eat their meager meals, Gwayne even allowing the girl her own cup of mead to wash the bread down. Gwayne couldn’t deny that it felt comforting to have another’s presence as a constant, especially after such long periods of loneliness and isolation. He even begins to warm to his captive, small chuckles leaving his lips more often as they conversed.
And yet their moments of ambivalence seemed to come crashing down as Gwayne left to fetch more mead, only to return and see a common soldier leering over the Princess. His stout body crowded into her space, his hands clutching at her shoulders, the fabric ripping in his harsh grip. From a distance it was difficult for Gwayne to hear the man’s words, though he held strong suspicions of their nature, however as he covered ground his ears picked up more and more.
“Mmm… do you think you could handle the cock of a real man, Princess?” the man muttered sleazily, “I don’t think you could. All you Royal cunts act like you’re above us, but maybe you just need a little demonstration.”
The Princess’s discomfort was plain for all to see, no more so than Gwayne. Her shaking frame and teary eyes look around broadly, pleading for an intervention as her bottom lip trembles in fear. It only takes him a moment to unsheath his sword, raising it to the neck of the soldier.
“Remove your vile hands before I do so for you,” he demands, his tone firm and gaze locked on the scum in front of him. Gwayne revels in the shock that crosses the soldier’s face and his disappearance from his sight shortly after. Common-born folk always aim far above their station, coveting what should never be sullied by them, Gwayne thinks.
The Hightower is caught up in his thoughts as he brings the Princess back to his tent. His chest feels as if it’s filling up with anger, breathing growing heavy at the feeling of the Princess trembling under his grip. Many soldiers had been invited to fight with a great army in the name of the King, and yet here they stood leering and preying on the King’s own niece. Such depravity should be expected of commoners but to dare even suggest of defiling a Princess of the Realm would ordinarily be treason.
It’s only the wide, teary eyes that finally snap Gwayne out of his thoughts. The Princess is clutching his arm, her body pressed into his side as she looks up, lower lip still trembling. The girl had been scared out of her mind, too weak and powerless to stop any advances, and now here she stood a wreck because of it. To see the Princess looking up at him in such a way sends a new series of thoughts running through Gwayne’s mind, tightening his breeches and quickening his breathing.
The men in the camp were only acting in such a depraved way due to a misguided conception that the Princess was not spoken for. They believed that she was free for the taking, for any common man to use and keep. She was his captive though no man seemed to acknowledge his stake of claim over her. She slept in his tent each night, in his bed, by his side. If that would not convince these vile men to back away, then only one thing would. Gwayne was a flawed man, he himself could acknowledge that, but he would protect the Princess as was asked of him, in any way he could. And if that meant he would need to make his position clearer to the camp then he would.
The Princess would understand the actions he needed to take, he thinks, as his hand begins to brush at the exposed skin on her shoulder where her dress had torn. As her breath hitches at the contact, Gwayne can’t help his growing smirk - she’s so responsive to him, not even aware of how she’s pushing her body closer to him unconscionably. He can feel her plush breasts press against his chest and her hips against his own, though she seems unaware of the growing hardness pressing against her stomach.
The Hightower knight assures himself that he won’t enjoy his next actions, for it is only his duty to keep the Princess safe and protected from those who wish to do her harm. He assures himself that the Seven will grant him forgiveness, for he is only acting as any nobleman would. Finally, Gwayne assures himself that the Princess would forgive him for what he was about to do - soon she would understand that becoming his own spoil of war would keep her safe from other men of less valiant intentions. She would thank him sooner or later - she would, he reassures himself over and over again as he begins to lead the Princess over to his makeshift bed. He ignores the thought in the back of his mind telling him that even if she withheld her forgiveness, he wouldn’t mind too much - he would care much less than he should.
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I made a separate masterlist for each of these fandoms on my over all main masterlist. This one probably wont get updated but the new ones will.
By: @chloe-skywalker
* = Requested
Main Masterlist
Jaime Lannister:
~ Challenge
~ Consequences
~ Pain
~ Better Man
~ Protection
Robb Stark:
~ For You
~ Give Them A Chance
~ Propersituations Part 1
~ Propersituations Part 2
Daenerys Targaryen:
~ Your Side (Sister!Reader)
Tormund Giantsbane:
~ You Would Think
Daemon Targaryen:
~ Coming Soon ...
Ser Harwin Strong:
~ More Than
Rhaenyra Targaryen:
~ Coming Soon ...
Aemond Targaryen:
~ Coming Soon ...
Aegon II Targaryen:
~ Marriage
~ What Does She Know?
Jacaerys Velaryon/Targaryen:
~ At Least Ask
You Would Think - Tormund Gaintsbane
Tormund x Fem!reader Lannister
Warnings: GOT
Word count: 677
Summary: With Tyrion and Jaime now both in Winterfell before the big battle, Jaime has deserved how grown up their little sister has become.
Authors Note: “Game Of Thrones” is a warning all in its self. Reader and Tormund don’t talk in this one. It’s more characters watching them interact. I will have imagines where they talk!
P.S - I plan on making maybe a short series like this imagine and others like this one. I like the over all story idea.
Also ~ So this is not the first story I wrote for Game Of Thrones but it is the first one I completely finished and typed.
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“I am pleased that Daenerys and Sansa let you stay.” Tyrion smiled at his brother as the older Lannister male came to stand next to him on the balcony over looking the entrance to Winterfell.
“So am I.” Jaime gave a nod of agreement. Glancing around Jaime couldn’t find one person he had yet to see. “Where’s our little sister?”
Tyrion smiled, knowing that he would ask that sooner rather than later. Jaime and Y/n had a really close relationship till Cersei felt threatened and Y/n had to flee for her life. “This way.”
Tyrion lead the knight over to a different over looking balcony, looking over a different part of Winterfell. Upon looking down both Lannisters immdedtly took notice of their sister. Although Jaime noticed how close she seemed to be standing, and touching a giant red haired man.
“Who’s that?” Jaime asked his little brother.
“That dear brother is Tormund Gaintsbane.” Tyrion answered him. Upon hearing the name and Tyrion suspected seeing the clothes he put it together.
“A wildling.” Jaime stated, squaring his shoulders. They had all grown up with the stories of Wildlings. They aren’t good or nice stories.
“They prefer Free Folk.” Tyrion corrected with a tilt of his head.
Jaime gave a faint sound of acknowledgement before pointing down to their sister and the ‘Free Folk’ before asking. “Are they-”
“Together? Yes, our little sister is growing up.” Tyrion was as shocked as jaime is when he first found out about Y/n’s relationship. And with who, was a bigger shock. His mind had to work overtime to catch up with Y/n’s adventures and changes when they were reunited.
“Seem’s she already has.” Jaime spoke after taking a deep breath. She was so young when she left and they were so close. Now it was like he didn’t know her at all and that killed him on the inside.
“And she found love in the process.” Tyrion found that detail to be a comforting factor, but he could tell the protective older brother was coming out of Jaime. “Don’t worry. He’d die for her.”
“How could you know that?” Jaime furrowed his brow confused at how his brother could possibly know that.
“He’s said as much. The Free Folk don’t hold back. They speak what they feel and think. And he’s said as much, and he’s made his intentions with our sister very clear.” Tyrion squinted his eyes at the memories of hearing Tormund's thoughts of their sister. Things he never wanted to know, but it was nice to know he never planned on letting harm come to her.
Before Jaime could press for details that he probably would regret asking for, down below one of the banner men decided to grab at Y/n’s butt and said some pretty provocative words towards her.
Ser Davos had walked over to Tyrion as they all caught the scene. “Oh he should not have done that.”
“What?” Jaime glanced towards Ser Davos at his comment before returning his gaze onto his sister.
Jon Snow had come over along with Ser davos and who better to explain to the Kingslayer than Tormunds good friend. “That Bannerman shouldn’t have done that to your sister. I’ve known Tormund for awhile now and Y/n. No one disrespects her, and if you do your asking for a death sentance. Espeacilly if you do it infront of Tormund.”
With that said the 4 men watch as Tormund looked to Y/n and with a nod from her Tormund knocked the man on his ass. It was obvious that he looked to Y/n for permission and to see id she wanted to do it herself.
Jaime admired that Tormund let Y/n decide. He respects her.
“You would think they’d learn by now.” Tyrion shook his head of the stupidity that men posses.
“Hmm. Either she’ll get you or he will.” Ser Davos hummed in agreement with the imp. You would think after seeing what the couple could do, they would think before they acted.
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Challenge - Jaime Lannister
Jaime x Fem!reader Tyrell
Warnings: GOT
Word count: 526
Summary: Jaime’s only showed Y/n what everyone says about him and his family. That's not going to win her over.
Authors Note: I read an imagine with a similar idea and I want to make something similar to it.
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“Are you following me, Ser Jaime?” Y/n asked having noticed her seemingly constant shadow.
“Now why would you think that?” He questioned back, deciding to join her since she had caught him. He had followed her wondering what she did all the time when she disappeared into the city.
“Because everywhere I seem to turn.” She answered glancing over to him for a second before turning her attention foreward again, handing a little wooden horse to the child infront of her with a smile. “You’re there.” Y/n finished watching the child run off smiling.
“Maybe we just so happen to have the same interests.” Jaime shrugged his shoulders, and started following her through the streets of Kings Landing.
Y/n scoffed at his words. “Taking care of the lower born people doesn’t sound like a Lannister thing to do. Defifently not an interest of yours, I’m sure.”
“What makes you say that?” he asked with furrowed brows. Jaime felt a little offended at her statement.
“Flashing your Lannister gold at all your problems may be the main reason.” Y/n said with an agitated tone, that’s all he had shown her since she’d been there to see if a marriage between them to unite their respective houses would work. And it made her mad.
Jaime nodded reluctantly. That is what he had shown her, that’s normally what other lady’s fawned over. But apparently Y/n Tyrell was different. “I will admit that is all I have shown you, yes.”
“If you want me to think differently about you then show me.” Her words made him stop in his tracks and look at her, with his mouth slightly open in his shock. Y/n took a deep breath softing the look in her eyes before she continued. “Show me who you truly are. She me what lie’s beneath what you show to the world. Show me the true Jaime Lannister.”
Y/n continued walking as Jaime stood in place thinking about her words. It didn’t take him long to make up his mind. He couldn’t deny that of what he’s seen he did really enjoy Y/n’s presence and being married to her could actually be an enjoyable existence. Maybe even more than just enjoyable.
“I accept.” He said after a moment of thought, stopping her in her tracks.
“Excuse me?” She turned around upon hearing him confused at his choice of words.
“I accept the challenge to show you who I truly am.” Jaime he smiled at her, confident in his decision.
Y/n laughed shaking her head in amusement. “It wasn’t meant to be a challenge.”
“Oh, but I’m taking it as one.” Jaime smirked as he walked over to her. He planned on proving to her that he wasn’t who he’s been showing her he is. Raising his arms out to the side smiling brightly. “I’ll prove to you I am more than what I’ve showed you.”
Y/n smiled at the blonde and nodded back excited to see the real him, and amused at what possible ways he will use to show her the real him. “I look forward to it.”
Marriage - Aegon II Targaryen
Aegon x twin sister Fem!Reader
Warnings: normal G.O.T
Word count: 966
Summary: If Aegon has to marry a sister he wants it to be his twin. He wants it to be his twin anyways. The only person who loves him in his life.
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“You need to marry. You are of age and need to secure yourself.” Alicent tell’s her oldest son for what felt like the hundredth time. She wondered if he’d ever get the urgency of this topic.
“I don’t see why it’s so urgent.” Aegon spoke up for the first time since having entered his father’s chambers to discuss an ‘issue’ with his father and mother.
“I agree with the boy. It’s not like he has to get married before the next moon.” Viserys raised a hand gesturing towards Aegon. It’s not like he would be taking the Iron Throne, he didn’t need to rush marriage.
“He needs-”
“Do you have anyone in mind, Aegon? I would prefer to keep our blood pure Targaryen.” Visery asked his son, completely ignoring and cutting Alicent off.
“You have to be joking?!” Alicent exclaimed with wide eyes filled with horror and disgust at the thought of her children being married to each other.
Sure she knew it was the Targaryen way that they married their own blood more often than not. It didn’t mean she supported it or liked it.
“Since Rhaenyre hasn’t had any girls, do you happen to like either of your sisters?” Viserys continued to not pay Alicent any mind as it was not her say that would be finale. Nor was she truly a Targaryen.
Alicent couldn’t believe that she wasn’t going to have a say in this. Or that Viserys would let Aegon have a choice. “By the gods-”
“Y/n. Y/n or no one. That’s my decision on marriage.” Aegon stated with a surprisingly strong tone of voice. If he was going to be allowed to choose he wanted it to be Y/n. His twin sister. The one he loves and who loves him.
“Its settled then. I think it’s a fitting match that will work out perfectly. Good choice.” Viserys smiled and clapped his hands together.
“You can not be serious?!” Alicdnt looked on in shock. That did not go as she had planned.
“I am and it is finale. No one will change my decision, or Aegons or I’m sure Y/n’s. Not even you.” Viserys looked to Alicent with a look that told her to step down.
Viserys had noticed over the years how close Y/n and Aegon were and he also knew how bad of a father he’d been to them. If letting them marry each other was what would make them happy it’s the least he could do for them.
“I’ll go tell Y/n the good news.” Aegon gave a nod with a smile before he left to go find his sister and share the news of their engagement.
It took him a while searching a couple of her favorite places. But he finally found her at the dragon pits.
“Y/n.” Aegon called out.
“Over here.” She called out and Aegon followed the second of her voice. “How was your meeting?”
“Dreadful. But it ended well.” Aegon told her as he stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso.
“Oh really? What was it about?” Y/n raised a brow curious to know about it.
“Mother wants me to marry.” He told her with a groan.
“To secure your place.” Y/n mimicked their mothers words with a roll of her eyes.
“Exactly.” Aegon scoffed but was amused by her imitation of their mothers nagging.
“And the king? Our father. What’d he say?” Y/n asked wondering if he had said anything to either support or put down their mothers ridiculous plans.
“Asked if I had anyone in mind. Said he’d prefer our blood to stay pure.” Aegon was giddy to tell her the news for them but he also wanted to see her reaction.
“Did you?” Y/n was nervous about asking the question. Sure they say they love each other and wish they could marry the other, but given the chance to choose anyone would he still choose her?
“Yeah. And he said yes. He approved of us. He approved of us getting married.” Aegon couldn’t contain his excitement any longer. He was overjoyed that they were going to be married. It was always a hope but with their mother and grand sire always scheming behind people's backs there was always an air of uncertainty.
Y/n spun around looking her twin in the eyes. Her own wide with shock and hope. “He did?”
Aegon nodded, tightening his hold on her waist. “Yes, he did.”
“Oh Aegon.” Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could. Aegon lifted her up and spun her in his joy, happy she shared in it.
“We can finally be together.” Aegon mumbled into her neck.
“We can.” She let out a happy sigh. At least they would get to have each other in this cruel world.
“Mothers furious.” He laughed, setting her back on the ground as they pulled back to look at eachother.
“Let her be. Not like she really cares about us.” Y/n reached up to cup his cheek’s in the palm of her hands. Smiling at him as if he was the only person in all the realms. “Aegon, I won't turn against our sister. Against Rhaenyra.”
Y/n knew it was probably bad timing. But he had to know before they got married her decision and where she stood if their mother and grand sire got their way.
“I don’t want to be king. Whatever you want to do, I’ll follow you.” Aegon didn’t care to ever be on the Iron Throne, but he did care about Y/n. He’d go wherever she wanted to go. All they ever had growing up was each other and that's how it’ll always be.
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More Than - Ser Harwin Strong
Ser Harwin Strong x Fem!Reader Targaryen
Warnings: G.O.T
Word count: 1,307
Summary: Princess Y/n and Ser Harwin may harbor feelings for eachother. But when marriage is brought up will it bring it all apart or together?
Authors Note: Might’ve changed a few things for fun and for the story. This is the first House Of The Dragon story I wrote but it was not the first typed or posted.
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“Princess” Harwin nodded at seeing her approach from down the long hallway. He had been talking to a member of the Kingsguard.
Upon seeing the princess coming their way the other knight said farewell to Ser Harwn and left.
“Ser” Y/n greeted as she walked over to the knight. “I hope I didn’t interpret anything important.” She said as they watched the other knight leave.
“Nothing that’s more important than you, my princess.” Harwin smiled, turning to face her, giving her his full attention like he always does when she’s around.
“You flatter me Ser Harwin.” Y/n blushed looking down for a moment, flattered by his words.
“Its the truth princess. I prefer your company over anyone else's.” Harwin tell’s her honestly.
“Is that right.” Y/n smirked slightly at his statement. Not many people would talk so freely to her, and she enjoyed that about Ser Harwin Strong.
“It is yes.” He mirrored her expression.
“Well I think I should tell you Ser Harwin that I feel the same.” Y/n admits with a big smile forcing itself upon her lips.
“Is that right.” Harwin repeated her words from before with amusement in his eyes.
“It is yes.” Y/n followed suit repeating his as well.
The two laughed together, always enjoying each other's company.
“Will you be at the feast tonight?” She asked once their laughs had calmed down.
“I will. Could never miss a chance to be in your company.” He answered honestly, looking in her eyes, his shining with the truth of his words.
“Y/n!” Rheanyra called from down the long hallway waving her sister over.
Rheanyra’s call caught both Y/n and Harwin’s attention, glancing at her before setting their sights back on eachother.
“I’m being summoned. It was lovely talking to you Ser Harwin.” Y/n smiled up at the knight in front of her, excited to see him later on at the feast.
“And you, my princess.” Harwin gave a nod of his head understanding she had to go but had enjoyed their conversation.
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“Father. You wanted to see me.” Harwin spoke as he entered his fathers chambers. His father had requested him to talk.
“Yes Harwin. We need to discuss something of importance.” Lyonel told him getting straight to the point. He held his hand out gesturing to the chairs nearby for them to sit down while they talked.
“And what may that be father.” Harwin spoke as they walked over and took a seat.
“Marriage.” Lyonel stated looking Harwin in the eyes.
“Father-”
“You knew this was coming eventually.” He cut his son off before he could speak any further.
Harwin stayed silent knowing that this did indeed have to happen at some point. But he enjoyed his company in Kings Landing and his service to the crown. Harwin didn’t really want to leave all that.
“I have a proposal that I’m going to talk to the King about but I wanted to tell you first.” His father continued before taking a deep breath, his plans would change his son’s life drastically and his future if it was agreed upon. “I’m going to offer your hand in marriage to the King for the princess.”
“Which princess?” Harwin gulped at the possibility not upset with it but that could change depending on which princess it was. Both are great lady’s but he only fancied one of them in that kind of way.
“Princess Y/n.” Lyonel tell’s him with nerves in his voice. Lyonel personally thought the two got along well and seemed to like each other so he hoped his son would be happy with his choice. “Are you okay with that?”
Harwin smiled, he was more than happy with his father’s choice. “More than okay with it.”
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Later that night at the feats it was in full swing and there were lots of people, all doing different things. Some were sitting and eatting while others danced or stood around talking.
Harwin took notice of Y/n not long after he entered. He saw her stuck talking to Lord Lannister and Harwin decided to go make his way over to her and save her.
“My princess. Would you like to dance?” Harwin held his hand out, offering her an out from their current situation stuck talking to the arrogant Lannister.
“I would love to Ser.” Y/n smiled gratefully at him for saving her from the pompous ass.
As the two danced Y/n glanced over and saw both of their fathers talking to each other with wide smiles on their faces. “I wonder what they could be talking about.”
“I may have an idea.” Harwin glanced to where she was looking, seeing the same thing as her before answering. He knew exactly what they were talking about and if their smiles were anything to go off of it was a success on his fathers part.
“Mind sharing?” Y/n raised an brow in question.
“Follow me.” Harwin nodded after getting a nod from his father. He guided Y/n out of the great hall to the gardens.
Y/n walked over to the balcony looking up into the sky, gazing up at all the stars that lit up the night along with the moon. “It’s beautiful tonight out here.”
“It is.” Harwin agreed glancing up but he mainly meant the beauty standing right infront of him. His princess.
“Now Ser Harwin, mind telling me your idea of what our fathers could be talking about in there?” Y/n turned to look at him wondering about what it could be.
“My father told me earlier today that he would be proposing a proposition to your father tonight. “ He spoke as he stepped up to her.
“And what might this propersituation be about?” Y/n questioned not wanting to get her hope’s up but she had a sneaking suspension.
“Marriage. Between you and I, princess.” Harwin told her watching for her reaction.
“Oh?” Y/n was shocked but not disappointed. She was actually happy.
“That is if you want Princess? I would never want to force a commitment on you princess.” Harwin couldn’t read how she was feeling about this news, so he wanted her to know they could work something out.
“Ser Harwin if we are to be man and wife I believe and would like for you to call me by my name. No title.” Y/n smiled at him with a tilt of her lips teasing him just a little.
“As you wish princess- y/n. As long as it’s mutual. Please just call me Harwin.” He smiled out of relief and happiness wanting it to be like she said, no formalities.
“Of course, Harwin.”
“So then I take it you're okay with this arrangement?” Harwin asked, wanting to make sure.
“Out of all the men that have asked for my hand in marriage, Harwin Strong are my favorite.” Y/n laughed at his double checking. Even though it was very sweet.
“Showing favoritism?” He raised a brow teasing her.
“Perhaps.” Y/n bit her lip reaching out to interlace their fingers before looking up at him. Her knight and future husband. “To answer your question though. Yes I am more than okay with a marriage to you, Harwin. You are someone I can laugh with, be myself with, smile with, and you're someone I truly trust. We could have a happy marriage together.”
Harwin leaned his head down, resting their foreheads together. “I vow to make you the happiest wife in the whole realm. For as long as I live.”
“I can’t wait.” Y/n said before tilting her head up to kiss him.
Happy marriages and falling in love weren’t very common especially for arranged marriages but Harwin and Y/n had both and they didn’t plan on letting it go.
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Your Side - Daenerys Targaryen
Dany x Fem!reader Sister
Warnings: GOT
Word count: 232
Summary: Dany needs some reassurance from her sister.
Authors Note: I love Daenerys and I think the last season didn’t do her character justice. She would not have done what she did. They changed her character's personality in the last season.
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“Dany? Are you okay?” Y/n asked her sister as she found her looking out the window down at Meereen. Y/n knew she was stressed lately and the deasions she’s had to make have dampened her spirit.
“Fine. I’m fine.” Dany answered with a tough face before it fell. She never could pretend in front of Y/n.
“You're my sister. I know when you're not.” Y/n smiled, tearing her playfully. Walking over to where Dany was standing. The sisters didn’t have as much time alone together as they’d like. But they made do.
“Being Queen is…”
“Harder than you thought.” Y/n finished for her. Already knowing what Daenerys wanted to put to words.
Daenerys nodded her head solemnly in agreement. “The decisions that I’ve had to make.”
Y/n reached out for her head and squeezed it, before giving her sister an encouraging smile. “Things will get cazier, and I’m here. I’ll always be by your side to help, and to be there for you. Always.”
Daenerys smiled gratefully and squeezed her hand back. “Thank you.”
“You're welcome.” Y/n nodded.
“I don’t know what I would do without you.” Daenerys knew that without Y/n she’d be lost, and that scared her to ever lose Y/n.
“You’ll never have to find out.” Y/n stated. The sisters never planned on being separated. Especially not by death.
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What Does She Know? - Aegon II Targaryen
Aegon II x Fem!Reader
Warnings: G.O.T
Word count: 943
Summary: Alicent may love to put her children down, but Y/n won’t stand for it to affect her betrothed anymore.
Authors Note: I really do think if he had someone who really loved and cared about him he’d be SO different! Same for Aemond.
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“Why do you behave like this?” Alicent scoffed in disgust at her son. She was angered and annoyed at Aegon’s behaviors, no matter what it may be.
“Behave like what?” Aegon questioned with squinted eyes. He had completely closed in on himself, expecting the usual if not new degrading comments she always told him. Sure he was use to it, it's been happening all his life but it didn’t make it hurt any less.
“A monster. A little boy desperate for attention that believes since he’s a prince he can do whatever he wants without any consequences.” Alicent sneered at her son. She despised her and Viserys' children. They all seemed to have the confidence and arrogance of the Targaryens. Nothing in them reminded her of the Hightowers.
Aegon did not answer her after that. He just looked down trying not to let his emotions show in her presence. Aegon was done with showing weakness in front of her.
“Pathetic.” She spat before turning around and leaving Aegon’s chambers she had practically barged into.
A few moments later, after hearing the door slam Y/n peeked her head out of the hidden passageway she had rushed to when they heard Alicent outside his door. “Aegon?”
When she didn’t get a reply Y/n came out and walked towards where Aegon was seated on the end of his bed. She had heard everything the so called Queen had said to Aegon and Y/n was fuming on the inside. How dare she treat and say things like that to him. Her own son and a prince.
“She’s right, you know. I’m a monster.” Aegon mumbled looking down to his lap feeling immensely insecure since his mothers rant.
Y/n immediately shook her head, not agreeing with his statement at all. “No you are not. You are not a monster.”
“That's not what my mother says.” He spoke in a whisper.
“And what does she know? Rhaenyra was her best friend and look how she treats her? Look how she treats you and your siblings? She doesn’t know anything. Definitely nothing good or correct.” Y/n exclaimed lifting his chin to look at her as she talked, but Y/n knew it was because he was listening but the negative thoughts were still in his mind.
“I don’t understand why she take it out on us? On me?” He questioned out loud not to anyone in particular.
Since their betrothal Y/n had seen the toxic environment in King's Landing, in the castle. Between the Hightowers and the Targaryens. Including between Alicent and her own children.
“Because she’s upset that she had to marry your father. But you know what, she should grow up and act like a lady. Like a queen. That’s the way life is for a woman. Especially a woman born with any type of title. We don’t get to choose who we marry, or how many kids we have. Nothing. You just are forced to grin and bare it but the least she could do is protect and care for her children. Be supportive to her so-called friend that she had to marry the father of.” Y/n ranted but she had a point. To everything she said, it was all very true. Aegon listened intently to what Y/n had said and it pained him. In the short time they had known each other Aegon had really grown to love the woman in front of him. And to hear how she as a woman had no say in anything, that really hurt him to think that might be how she thinks their relationship is going to be once they marry. Aegon reached out to hold her hands.
“Is that how you feel with me? With our arranged marriage? That you have no choice and that all you’ll be good for is having my children?” Aegon asked question after question. He truly hoped he could make her feel like his equal. “Cause that's not how I want our relationship to be. I want to be good enough for you. That you want me even if we are already arranged and have no real say. I want us to fall in love with one another and not spite each other. I don’t want to force you to have a ton of heirs just so we can please the court and the people. I don’t want to please anyone other than you.”
Y/n was stunned by his words, not having thought he was worrying about such things.
Y/n squeezed his hands and then let one go and reached up to cup the nape of his neck, playing with his hair. Looking into his eyes when she spoke. “Aegon. You have been an exception to what I said. You have treated me very kindly since we’ve gotten to know one another and I greatly appreciate that you seek out my advice. That you care about my opinion on things, that you don’t want to force me into anything or let anyone hurt me. That you actually care about me and I’m not just some slave your meant to fake love and breed with. I want to please you as well Aegon. But the difference is for us it’s because we love each other, truly love each other. That we want to please each other. Not out of duty.”
Aegon shook his head, feeling a weight lifted off his chest. “It will never be out of duty.”
Aegon pulled Y/n onto his lap into a kiss he hoped betrayed the love he felt for her and appreciation for her believing in him.
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Consequences - Jaime Lannister
Jaime x fem!reader (niece/daughter)
Warnings: GOT
Word count: 744
Summary: Y/n likes to learn how to defend herself, and her uncle Jaime wants to help. Bonding time with at least one of his secret children. But will it last?
Authors Note: I think Jaime was screwed over. He deserved a happy ending but they had him go back to Cersei! Thats fucked he desevered better. And he would’ve been a good father, poor guy.
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“Now, what are you doing?” Jaime asked slightly amused at how he made the princess jump. He didn't mean to startle her, but he was curious when he saw her sneak off. So he followed his so called niece, to see what she was up to.
“Praciting.” Y/n answered her uncle not looking him in the eyes. She was ashamed, she knew she had no reason to be. But she wasn’t supposed to even be touching weapons. Her mothers orders. Y/n didn’t want to see the look of disappointment or appallment on his face that was on her mothers when she found out. “I’ll be going.”
“I didn’t say you had to leave.” Jaime spoke up confused on her actions, ready to flee as fast as possible.
Y/n turned around to face him, with a furrowed brow she asked. “Isn’t that why you followed me here?”
“No.” Jaime shook his head walking closer to her. “I just wanted to see what you were up to. I’m not telling you to stop, you were doing quite good with that sword.”
He couldn’t help but be proud of what he saw. She had no one to help or train her but she was good. He was definitely taking credit for it in his head. It’s in her blood.
“I’ve been told that if anyone found me here doing this again that I’d be punished.” Y/n grimaced remembering her mother’s exact words.
Jaime lifted her chin with his hand, making her look him in the eyes. He smiled hoping he could encourage her. “I won’t tell. Promise.”
With that Jaime decided that he was gonna help Y/n. He was going to be her teacher, he’d rather she know how to defend herself than not. It’s also an excuse for him to get to spend more time with y/n.
So from then on Jaime and Y/n would meet in the hidden quiet location they had found, and Jaime taught her how to use all kinds of weapons. Plus some hand to hand.
And it was all going well till a certain someone’s little birdies decided to tell the Queen. (Pyter Belish)
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It was a cool day in KingsLanding, perfect for teaching Y/n some archery Jaime thought. He was on his way to her room to walk with her.
“So I was thinking today we could work on-” He stopped speaking as he shut the bedroom door behind him and didn’t see Y/n anywhere. “Y/n?”
“I don’t think it’s good for us to be doing this anymore uncle.” Y/n’s voice came out soft and Jaime swears he could hear it wobble as she spoke.
“But you love-” Jaime stopped in his tracks when he walked over to see her standing on the balcony. As she turned to look at him Jaime was floored. Looking at her face, seeing her split lip and bruised cheek, he was raging on the inside but he didn’t want to scare her so he approached her slowly. “What happened?”
Y/n could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She didn’t want her uncle to see her like this, that’s why she was hiding in her room. “I was spotted training the other day. . . Mother was not happy.”
Jaime cupped one side of her face gently. “Your mother did this to you?”
Y/n gave a stiff nod, biting her lip. “I do not want you to incur any punishment like I have or worse uncle Jaime. I think it best to not do the lessons anymore.”
Jaime pulled her into him, wrapping her up into a tight hug. Trying to comfort her, and make her feel protected. “No, no you love learning how to use a sword, throw knives, hand to hand combat, and I will not let you be defenseless or have something you love taken away from you.”
Y/n pulled back to look into Jaimes eyes worried for him. “What are you gonna do?”
Jaime smiled at her concern for him, brushing one hand through her hair. “Don’t worry about that, just let me take care of it. You just focus on what you wanna learn next.”
Y/n nodded resting her head against his chest. All the while Jaime was thinking about all the things he was gonna say, ripping into his sister. How dare she touch y/n like that. Jaime was not gonna let that slide.
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