#davos seaworth x reader

[a-libra-writes]

Hi! I wanted to thank you because your writing is amazing and convinced me to finally read asoiaf.

Could you please write some long-ish headcanons about oberyn and jamie and how they would be with a disabled reader who struggles to walk.

Thank you.

thanks, I hope you're enjoying the books so far!! whose your favorite POV so far? also, added your two requested characters plus some extras.

Oberyn - The Viper gives you the usual charm and affection he'd give to a Paramour. That also means his usual temper is still there ... as in, anyone trying to upset or insult you will have to deal with Oberyn. You now have a Look (tm) you give him whenever you need him to back off. He'd wish that you lived in Sunspear with him so servants might assist you, and he wouldn't be so keen to travel if it's hard on your body.

Considering his brother uses a fanciful (by Westerosi standards, anyway) wheeled chair, Oberyn would float the idea to you. He's also seen and heard of various mobility devices from Essos, if it's something that would interest you. Regardless Oberyn is more than happy to help out when you're feeling tired and wanting some extra support. Doesn't matter if you need to lean on him or be carried, you know he's happy to have the close contact and being able to please you. And no surprise, Oberyn's great at giving foot and leg massages when pain and aches start up. He's gonna joke and try to get you to laugh and get handsy, of course - that's just how he is.

Jaime - Honestly, Jaime sucks when it comes to being considerate about you. It's different if you both grew up together so he was more familiar, but otherwise, he's his usual arrogant self and doesn't understand why you just won't let him carry you. He rather likes doing it - good for his ego, up until he thinks his sister is watching - and it's really not until he's back from the Roadtrip From Hell when there's far more understanding. He feels pretty shit about always treating you as fragile, when clearly you've always had more resilience and maturity than him.

At that point, Jaime finally just waits for you to tell him when you need help. And it's the same for you - he grumbles about it, but it'll take him a while to adjust to losing his dominant hand, so sometimes he needs your assistance, too. You're one of the very few people who sees him without his prosthetic, but you also witness a far more vulnerable side that he's always had to bury.

Samwell - The shy boy is drawn to you almost immediately because you both are in a similar situation on the Wall - you and Sam are often mocked at worst and ignored at best, and end up relegated to the "boring, pointless" work of helping the blind Maester Aemond. The crush is immediate but he's also relieved to just have a friend to talk to and be more of himself around.

Sam knows the cold doesn't help your disability at all, so he'll squirrel away some extra hides and blankets to give to you. He also likes bringing you books he thinks you'd find interesting, and he gets Jon and the other boys to help him jury-rig a mobility device that might assist with you maneuvering around the stairs or the snow. Sam still likes helping you, though; he's easy to lean on and always warm. He wraps his heavy cloak around your shoulders and helps guide you along the rough paths around Castle Black.

Brienne - She's already a considerate and protective woman, and she'd be moreso if her loved one has a disability that requires them to have some assistance. This doesn't mean she sees you as a fragile thing who needs her, but she want to be of assistance. Brienne wants you to tell her what you'd need and like, and it makes her happy to provide that, no matter how big or small the favor is. Maybe it's a childish thought, but she wants to be your knight.

Big and strong as she is, it's easy for Brienne to offer you a hand for assistance or offer to carry you somewhere. She absolutely understands if you'd rather do it yourself or use a mobility aid. Brienne would probably be great at thinking up a way for you to ride a horse safely with her, or quickly figure the best route for you to take through a new place. She observes when you need help and when you don't, and eventually you two have a series of habits you fall into when moving through spaces.

Jorah - This man is already a very doting and affectionate partner, and that increases doubly so if his partner is needing assistance on the regular. At first, he hovered and fussed too much, and you had to be clear with when you needed help and how. He'd figure it out quick and dial it back; you're most familiar with your own body, after all. He doesn't hesitate to stop what he's doing to help you out, and starts to pick up on when you need the assistance without you saying anything. You both eventually develop little rituals and habits around tricky things, like dismounting a horse or scaling stairs or very uneven terrain.

Being a traveler, he's familiar with different mobility aids he's seen around Essos and would mention them to you, if you don't already have some. Jorah is also down with carrying you when you need it, especially through tough terrain. He's very gentle and likes to chat about this or that while you two navigate through the hard spots. Jorah would also find various ointments and lotions that can help with aches and cramps.

Brandon - While his heart is in the right place, sensitivity is not something Brandon is known for. He'd err on the side of "too protective" for a while, before you finally just smack him upside the head and make it clear you got by just fine before he came along. Note if he grew up with you, he'd be much less annoying about it and would be far better about knowing when you do or don't want his help. It's easy to lean on him with all your strength; he's tall, strong and steady, and he's quick to react if you stumble.

Brandon actually likes to carry you around, both to show off for you and getting to hold you close without people having issue with what's "appropriate" (especially if you two aren't married). He's also wary of some of the rough trails around Winterfell, and the pile-up of snow and ice that could prove difficult for you to maneuver around. He might insist on carrying you to a place like the Godswood, which is covered in roots, rocks and uneven soil.

Mance - If you both met on the Wall, he liked to sit beside you and chat while you went about your usual duties. You were often relegated to jobs that made you sit and do repetitive things for hours, so Mance would keep you company and help your stiff body out of the chair and to your quarters once it was done. The other Brother's poor treatment of you may be one of the many reasons he left. He's great at keeping your hand steady in his, not squeezing too tight and matching your footsteps as you both very carefully tread over the snow.

Meeting you as a wildling, he knows some tribes consider those with disabilities as weaker, and some who think it's just another part of life. He respects your independence and only comes to help if you ask it; sometimes you just want him to fetch a mobility aid you crafted. He hovers a bit when the snow and ice is treacherous, but he also understands you grew up in this frigid waste. He often looks to you on where to step and how to cross - but he's perfectly happy to offer his hand when you ask for it.

Davos - Unlike most people, Davos never stared or commented on your disability. He wouldn't dream of doing such a thing, and actually observes you carefully when you're having trouble walking on your own. He only steps in if you ask or gesture to him, and he holds you firmly yet gently while helping you navigate. When you both are closer, you don't even need to ask; he starts to pick up on when you need him and when you don't. He's really just a fantastically considerate person.

He'd also be quite familiar with mobility aids, both those in Westeros and Essos, and he's pretty damn handy if you're having trouble with it. He's done some pretty weird jury-rigging in his day, and that was on huge boats. And while he probably can't carry you very far, he would still do it if you asked and carry you with utmost care. Again, he won't get far, but it's the thought that counts!

Victarion - Well, no surprises here, he's clueless how to proceed. By Ironborn standards, he should just leave you be and make you deal with it, but - well. He doesn't want to do that. So how about just lifting you up and carrying you where you need to be? He'll just do it without warning, and it takes a lot of protesting before Victarion gets the idea to ask first, damn it. This also means he'll be confused if you want to just hold his hand or lean on him - again, carrying is faster in his eyes.

It's not as though disability is something foreign to the Ironborn, they just have different ideas than the "greenlanders". If it was something gained in battle, you ought to be proud, and if you were visibly born with it - well, staying stubborn and resilient can earn admiration. If it's an invisible disability, that's more difficult to understand, and Victarion is not a bright man. Still, he wants you to keep your good opinion of him and he does attempt.

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WHICH GAME OF THRONES DILF WOULD U RATHER MARRY

Yes ik like half of these don't have kids but let me live

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[cass-foxx]

Family reunion except it's just 2 besties dragging their partners with them when seeing each other

At this point, Masc!Y/N (or me idgaf) is a canon game of thrones character to me.

Also decided to give Masc!Y/N a design because I kinda dislike the bland grey character. (and yes this design is based of me because I am the realest real person ever /j) Relationships, if you guys are interested: Tywin x Masc!Y/N : They're in a relationship and not interested in marriage. Stannis x Davos : They're husbands and no one can change my mind. Tywin & Stannis : They hate each other so much, it's a miracle that they didn't kill each other yet. Masc!Y/N & Davos : They are BFF and sometimes strangers believe they're the couple because how tf would 2 such sweethearts date men like Tywin and Stannis ??? Tywin & Davos : Tywin barely acknowledges Davos as he is from low birth. Davos doesn't really care. Masc!Y/N & Stannis : They used to be friends but Stannis became colder once Masc!Y/N started a relationship with Tywin. I realised that they have similar hairstyles so, if you want, you can see Masc!Y/N as a Baratheon :]

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[visenyaism]

feastdance dashboard simulator

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it’s so sick that people keep criticizing queen cersei as if she’s not the first female ruler of westeros??? literally elevating bastards and women to her small council is super fucking progressive as is creating the precedent of dismissing unfit kingsguard??

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aren’t all of her children literally bastards born of incest

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oh so now you’re going to listen to stannis baratheon, known misogynist, kinslayer, fornicator, team green supporter, and homophobe, huh.

🦑pykedyke

okay guys i know there’s no “perfect candidate” but you have to vote in the kingsmoot anyways not voting is how someone like e****n g*****y wins and literally anyone is better than him. suck it up and row to the polls

🦈reaveherihardlyknowher

ohhhh not this “vote your crew no matter who” “blue lips man bad” bullshit again. fuck off idgaf which godless man sits the seastone chair i’m not voting for asha shes literally a neoliberal

🦷 lastoftheegiants

first i had to give up my rights and then i had to give up my gods just to not get killed by fucking wights but i literally cannot believe the nights watch made me give up my strap as part of the treasure ransom. shit was expensive it was IVORY. i hate southerners so much i hope the lord commander dies

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DO NOT COME TO THE RIVERLANDS

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why

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there’s riverlands here

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freys

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my cousin got eaten by rats in harrenhal

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dumb cunts wearing raven feather cloaks strutting around who think they’re better than you but they’re not better than you

🌟sevenstar

i saw a guy get killed and then just stand back up and start fighting again because his friend kissed him on the mouth down here once

🦌whitehart

giant feral pack of 60 wolves running around

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ok understandable have a nice day

🫧bastardwaters

i hate the fucking sparrows can we be normal for five minutes or can we just not have shit in the crownlands

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ITS LORD COMMANDOVER #RIPBOZO

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CORN! DEATH! CORN!

(CAW! I follow members of the Night's Watch to remind them of their oaths!)

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🍋floriansjonquil

Loras Tyrell x Queen of Love and Beauty!Reader Imagines

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girl this is notttttt the time he literally just fucking died at dragonstone?

💎oathkeeper

should’ve stanned jaime #LORASFELLOFF

💐flowerknight

one kill yourself jaime lannister is an honorless kingslaying turncloak two i heard loras tyrell was literally fine?

👊fleabottomtop

lord davos seaworth, the class traitor from the stannis baratheon administration, is a nasty little thottie and just died from making it clap in white harbor

🌅girlheir

this tower fucking sucks.

🌅girlheir

i’m just like rhaenyra targaryen for real

🌅girlheir

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people meat tastes good asf when you don’t have a wench in your ear saying it violates guest right

🐺threeeyedwolf

🍒ladylance

need that targ girl in mereen to get those lizards over here and liberate this website by any means necessary cause what the fuck is going on

#asoiaf #affc #adwd #its been so long since i did one of these. missed it #valyrianscrolls

[bisexual-chupacabra]

Jon Snow, after being stabbed, killed, and then brought back to life : I learned valuable lessons from this

Ser Davos: knowing you, I'm sure they're all horrible distortions of the lessons you actually should've learned

Jon:

Davos:

Jon: death isn’t real, and I’m basically god.

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[mrsarnasdelicious]

Daily Show Drabble - Odinsday

Prompt From This List

"Just because you can doesn’t mean you should." The Onion Knight warns you. "Oh come now, Ser, it is not like I am not minding my footing. I have done it before." You reply. "I know, but every time you do it, My heart is in my throat." Davos says. You take him by the good hand. "I am always careful." You say. Davos shakes his head slowly. "And I always worry." He says. You put your arms around his waist and nose into his chest. "I'll be fine." You mumble into his jerkin. "Why don't I believe you?" Davos musses. "Because you are soft." You reply. He chuckles hoarsely. "Ah yes, I was knighted and became a soft lord." He says. That makes you laugh.

"Now promise me you will not go into those caverns." Davos grabs you by the shoulders, making you take a step away from him. You look up at him. "You know I won't." You murmur. There is a smirk on your lips. "Are you going to make me chase you again?" Davos asks. You try to school your features, so you can feign innocence. But it does not work. "I am getting too old for this.." Davos groans.

"Oh come now, last time was very nice." You murmur. The thought of what the knight did last time he caught up to you makes you eager for another time. "Let's do it again." You murmur. You press a kiss to the elder knights lips and run off, away to the caverns beneath Dragonstone. You are so ready for him to catch you again.

#Davos Seaworth #Davos Seaworth x Reader #Liam Cunningham #Game of Thrones #GoT

[megsironthrone]

Idiots in Love part 2

Requested by @darkjedipoptarts ! *Familiar characters are not mine!* You can find part one here

Here you are, lovely!

Warnings: Fluff and it's short.

Pairings/Characters: Ser Davos Seaworth x reader, mentions of Sansa

Davos made his way to your chambers in haste. It was still very late so he was certain that's where you'd be headed. He got there just as the door closed behind you. Wasting no time, Davos knocked on the door. He only hoped you wouldn't send him away. The door swung open again to reveal your frowning face.

"What have I done to deserve such cruelty?" you asked in a hushed voice, almost as if Davos wasn't meant to hear it. So he pretended he didn't. "May I come in?" Your brows drew together, but you stepped aside to allow the older gentleman in. Once inside, Davos searched his brain for the right words to say. He hadn't been this nervous in a long time and he certainly didn't want you to feel any worse that you already did.

"I'm an old man, Y/N." Your eyes widened like you weren't expecting him to say that. You opened your mouth to protest, but Davos raised a hand to stop you with a smile. "There can be no denying it. I'm not as young as I once was. The thought that you would have feelings for a man like me...it seemed impossible. I'm not a man of many words, Y/N. I never have been, but there have only been a handful of people I have loved in my life. You are one of them."

Okay, so not the best love confession in the entire world. As he had said, Davos was a man of few words. A simple man who preferred simple things and saying what he meant rather than beating about the bush. You blinked at him in amazement as your brain struggled to catch up to the fact that he had just confessed his love to you.

"Have I broken you?" he asked gently with a soft, teasing smile. You glared at him, but there was no malice behind it. "You love me? Truly?" Davos nodded, his blue-grey eyes never leaving your face. The man wasn't a coward even in a situation that would make a lot of people frightened. And he didn't lie unless there was a damned good reason. You stepped close to him. Davos carefully wrapped his arms around you. Lightening seemed to crackle between you since neither of you could look away from the other's eyes.

Your hand reached up to cup Davos' bearded cheek. The hair there tickled your palm, but you didn't move it. The other hand rested above his heart. "I love you, Davos." A small smile graced his lips. "I'd like to kiss you," he told you, his voice lowering a bit and sending shivers down your spine, "If you'll let me." Your tongue darted out to lick your lips and you nodded.

Davos' face drew even closer. His lips brushed yours but didn't press against them. He was giving you a chance to change your mind. Your heart raced in your chest and you could feel Davos' doing the same under your hand. Before you could close the gap between you, your door swung open again.

"Y/N, I was hoping you- Oh! I am so sorry!" Sansa cried before darting from the room. You and Davos looked at each other again before breaking down in laughter. "I s-should see what she needs," you said after a moment. You gave him a smile. "Some other time?" Davos leaned in and kissed your cheek. "Any time you're ready, love."

He reluctantly let you go and you practically floated from the room. Davos watched you go with a grin on his face. His stupidity had cost him his happiness with you for too long. Now, he looked forward to seeing what was in store for the two of you. For the first time in a while, Davos felt light and happy. He felt like a young man again, waiting to kiss the person he'd been pining over for so long. And he knew, when it finally happened, it would be one of the best moments of your life together. And that was worth waiting for.

(a/n: I know it's short but like the way it ended. I hope you did too!)

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[archieimagines]

Game of Thrones Preference | First Time (Males)

preferences: the first time having sex with them. requested by: anon this preference includes: littlefinger, davosw, jorah and tyrion. warnings: NO SPOILERS for season 8, nsfw.

Petyr Baelish

He's a cold and cynical man who wants what he wants and now -if he wants you, he will. With his charms, he'd have your consent to what he wants from you.  He gives you a drink to calm your nerves, and the first kiss he gives you to initiate is full of lust and desire, not love or romance. This man is in it for his pleasure and his alone.

Davos Seaworth

Intimacy is not much of his strong suit, but he is far from being rough with you. He is also not much of a man of romance, but he puts in the great effort for you. Comfort is key to him, and he makes sure that you are as satisfied as he is.

Jorah Mormont

He's not a lustful man by any means, but if he were to be intimate with you, he has to love you, and when he does, it hits him like a sledgehammer. He's yours to have and anything you desire in bed he will give to you. Always ever so gentle and speaks calmly to you when he senses you being nervous.

Tyrion Lannister

If he wants sex, he could pay for it like he used to, but he doesn't have that desire in him anymore. Nowadays, it has to be with someone who doesn't just want him for his money or the power he has. If you wish to have him, you got to earn his trust, and that doesn't come cheap. He's comfortable with pretty much anywhere, but in your case, it can be done in your chambers. Offers you wine to calm your nerves and talks to you, and lets you take the lead. Thanks to his experience, he is gentle and very aware of what you want and where you want it.

written by: jesse

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[imagines-everyfandom]

Being the oldest Stark and Davos falling in love with you would include

You would teach him how to read.

He would have been insecure about his missing fingers first but you would quickly reassure him that you don’t mind. 

He loves your kindness. Of course he noticed your beauty but he fell in love with the way you treated him and other people.

He would not notice how he gushes over you when he talks with other people, like Jon.

Jon would get suspicious and at one point confront him about you, telling Davos that if he hurts you in anyway he would kill him.

Davos would be very protective over you although you’re a better fighter than him.

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[the-coldest-goodbye]

Davos Seaworth: “When’s the last time you slept?”

Davos Seaworth x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Prompt C45: “When’s the last time you slept?”

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Standing on the ramparts of Winterfell, you gazed out at the pure white snow that glowed in the moonlight. A few flakes fell from the sky, settling on your cloak. At this hour of the night, the castle grounds were still, but it was only a matter of time before all hell broke loose. The fact that you knew so little about the impending enemy only added to your dread. The White Walkers. You shivered just thinking about them. They were long believed to be just a tall tale told to children by their septas to frighten them. The nightmares they induced when you were a child were dwarfed by the terror that came from learning as an adult that the army of the dead was very real. As the forthcoming battle drew nearer, the harder it became for you to sleep.

“What are you doing up here at this hour?”

The gruff voice made you jump, breaking you out of your haze. You turned to see Davos Seaworth approach you.

“I could ask you the same.”

The older man chuckled, moving to join you in looking out at the land surrounding the castle. “I’m ‘fraid I have too much on my mind to sleep tonight.”

You nodded, understanding.

He turned towards you, glancing at your face. You looked disheveled, dark circles surrounding your dull eyes, the exhaustion apparent. “When’s the last time you slept?” His voice was gentle and concerned.

“Couldn’t say,” you muttered. “It’s been a while.”

“Do you need me to get the maester?” he offered. “I’m sure he has something that could help put your mind at rest.”

You shook your head no. “I’ll be fine.” Your voice, however, was unconvincing. “I’m sure the maester already has enough on his plate. War is coming, after all.”

Davos pursed his lips. “You really should try to get some sleep while you can. We have another day at least until they make it this way. You’ll need your wits about you when they arrive. We all will.”

Tears began to gather in your eyes. “I’m so afraid,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

“You’ll be safe down in the crypts when the day comes,” the older man assured you.

“But you won’t.”

Davos paused, staring long and hard at you before silently taking your hand in his and squeezing it.

You both glanced back out over the ramparts at the sprawling snow-covered land that would soon be stained with blood.

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Under his mane Tywin Lannister x Baratheon!Reader //Part 3

I’m back! Finally I am back. With a lower stress level and higher motivation :)

The smirk on the face of the Queen of Thorns was unrivaled. If there was anyone who Tywin had come close to liking from that retched Reach, it was Olenna Tyrell. Intelligent, cunning and bold. All traits that Lord Tywin could respect. 

“So you have finally found yourself another wife? A bit young isn’t she”, She mocked as they sat in the tower of the hand. “Mind you Lady Y/n is a respectable woman, but she is quite a free spirit. Do you think she is fit to rule Casterly rock without it sucking out her soul?”

Lord Tywin pursed his lips after taking a sip of his wine. “She is a dutiful and ambitious woman. She shouldn’t have issues with being the WIFE of the ruler”, he weighed on the word wife. 

The lady before him rose her brows. “Her ambition is not ruling and you know that. The realm knows that the Gentle Doe is keen on knowledge and creative arts”

“She is keen on justice. As the sister of Stannis Baratheon, she has had a fine teacher in duty and power. She will do just fine”, Tywin scoffs. 

“I did not say she would do a horrendous job at her task. I said that it would make her miserable. I do not think I need to school you on the similar history of Elia Martell”, Olenna says with a sad smile and rises. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go find that granddaughter of mine and see if she is free of your horrendous grandson”

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Lady Y/n was sitting in the sunlight with the young Sansa Stark. The younger woman before her was looking more or less miserable. Sansa was not a bad girl, she was young, a little naive and sometimes a little rude, but right now it was all to be expected and forgiven. 

“Why have you never married?”, the young girl inquires while taking a delicate bite of her lemon cake. Immediately she regrets her question when she sees the wide eyes of the Gentle Doe. 

“War has it’s costs”, Y/n laughs without any joy. “I was supposed to marry your father actually”, she adds trying to steer the topic to another direction. 

Sansa’s eyes widen comically and she almost chokes on her lemon cake. The older woman gives a true laugh and pats Sansa’s back. 

“My father? Truly? Why have you not mentioned it before?”, she gasps out as she manages to compose herself. 

Y/n shrugs and takes a small sip of her wine. “It has never come up I suppose. Robert planned the union after the first time I met Eddard. He thought it would be safe marriage for his only sister”, what a lie that thought turned out to be, she thinks sourly.

Sansa bites her lip and ponders for a minute “A planned union can grow to be love, even if someone else held your beloveds heart” were the words of her mother. Could that mean Y/n?

“Nevertheless that never happened and your parents did love each other deeply, never doubt that, petal” Y/n says and lays her hand upon Sansa’s. Petal was the nickname that she had given for the young wolf. Beautiful, soft, yet persistent. 

“And if this row that is storming as we are speaking, decides to last for a too long of a period: As the lady of the West, I will take you to Casterly Rock. That place is beautiful, you might hate the Lannisters, but their home is a much homier place than this appalling city”, she continues trying to take the red headed lady away from the worry in her head. 

Sansa smiles softly. She didn’t feel ready to trust anyone in the city, but she had started to realise that the Lady Baratheon lived upto her gentle nature. 

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The Old Lion was scribbling at his desk. Only light in the room was the candle sat next to his arm. 

A sharp knock brings live into the room as he lets one of his guards enter. “My lord Hand, there has been an order”

“I presume is came from the king?”, Tywin says without stopping his writing. He hears the guard shuffle hid feet. 

“No, my lord hand. I-It came from Lady Baratheon”

Tywin scoffs. His betrothed then. “Where is she?”, he asks tiredly. The guard tells him that she is waiting for him in the council room. And so the old lion stood. 

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“I would ask what is the meaning of this, but I think I can presume”, Tywin says as he enters the council room, finding his future Lady standing behind the seat of Honor, waiting for him to arrive. 

On the table there was a serving of dinner. “I usually eat at my tower, without wasting my time”, the lion grounds out as he finds his seat. What aggravates him is the smile on Y/n’s face. She thought she had won by just getting him there. 

“Forgive me, lord Hand, but I have the right to dine with my future husband”, she counters with a smile still intact. 

Tywin let’s out a laugh as he pours them both cups of wine. “Next time walk yourself up my steps and order the food to be sent there”, he advices making his betrothed smile wider. She had won. “But because of this little scheme, I will take the right to inform the jeweler. Rubies will fit your wedding jewellery finely. You will be a Lannister after all”, he says with a deviant smirk. 

He knew that this was no matter of importance but there was no harm in reminding Y/n on who is wearing the boots and armor. 

Y/n grinds her teeth for a minute but then lets a small smile come back out. “You really do live up to your reputation”

“Also I heard you have dismissed my chambermaid of daily duties, may I ask why?”, Y/n asks now agitated again. The main reason she had went behind his back on this, is because he had went behind her back on her private matters. Her private staff. 

“If I cannot dress my wife, you can stay in our chamber for the rest of your days”, Tywin shrugs. 

“What?”, Y/n laughs. “Will you also braid my hair? And you wake up before the sun does, does this mean I need to awaken with you?”, she ponders. Then her brows scrunch up, “Does this mean, I will be sharing my chamber with you?”

“You are my wife, with all the assassination attempts going about, I need you close by. Which means we need to cut everyone who is not necessary from our staff. I will not find you killed on our bed”, he says with finality. 

Y/n closes her eyes for a moment and sighs. “Tywin, I am not a prisoner nor will I just be a child bearer. I will be your companion, which means we need to start communicating, our wedding is in four short days. This realm is in enough chaos, without any more tricks”

“Then tell me of your letters to Ser Davos Seaworth, if I correctly recall he is fighting for the your most beloved brother”, Tywin seethes and stands from his meal. 

Y/n stays sat on her seat. Davos Seaworth was her brothers dear friend. Whom could not read nor write. Stannis on the other hand was a tactician who knew that letter with his own name would not end up in his sisters hands. 

“You might not love your siblings, but I love Stannis and I don’t care what route I need to take but I needed to know he was alright. After the attack. I needed to be sure, he hadn’t died”, she whispers. 

Tywin sneers. “You could have risked your reputation, had I not lied for your emotional schemes”, he growls and brings his face by her ear. “You will not do this again, am I understood”

Y/n in all her fear turns her head so that their noses are almost touching. “As I said, I will be your companion, WE need to start communicating. I will not kneel unless you kneel by me”

Part 2

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How the GoT Characters React When You Flirt With Them

In this preference, you'll be flirting with: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Benjen Stark, Jory Cassel, Eddison Tollett, Yara Greyjoy, Daenerys Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Missandei, Grey Worm, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Bronn, Petyr Baelish, Stannis Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Margaery Tyrell, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Brienne of Tarth, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Oberyn Martell

Ned Stark

For a while, he doesn’t notice what you’re doing. He assumes you’re being polite, making conversation, doing what ladies are told to do when there are guests. But the second time it happened, he noticed that sly smile, and the third time, your eyes were sparkling, and then … Well, he finally figured it out. He’s flattered, though unsure what to do with the attention. If he were married he'd politely ignore it, but if single he's got Benjen teasing him about it. There will be zero attempts to flirt back even if he's interested; Ned is awful at it.

Robb Stark

He's very into it, especially if you're a lovely noblewoman. Robb tries to hide his eagerness, but you'll probably get him to smile and maybe blush after several well-placed words (and perhaps some light touches). There's always the chance you don't mean any of it, that you're only flattering the heir to the North… but Robb can enjoy it for now, and he can be pretty damn charming.

Sansa Stark

She's all smiles once she figures out what you're doing. It's flattering, but Sansa won't return any flirting until she knows you well. She has to know someone well before even thinking about it, but by then, you both would probably already know each other's feelings… Well, her kind words are sweet, regardless. She has no patience for distasteful or overly familiar flirting.

Jon Snow

Well, he's not used to people being so nice to him - especially noble ladies - so he quickly figures out what you're doing and he's blushing. He frowns and insists he's not, but he is. This sort of attention is just so new to him. Jon doesn't dislike it, but it does make him nervous at first - perhaps you're making fun of him? He's more comfortable if you're just friendly. 

Benjen Stark

He's amused by your attention, even flattered, though his response will go one of two ways. Either he'll flirt back just as much, wanting you to blush and eventually slip up, or he'll act oblivious so you'll act even more forward. Either way Benjen wants to tease you and get you flustered; he doesn't even care if the flirting is just for fun. 

Jory Cassel

At first he thinks you're just being nice, then he becomes a bit flustered once he figures out you're serious. If you were a highborn lady, it'd even make Jory nervous - what business do you have with someone like him? Though, he'd do a good job of hiding these emotions. He'd simply smile, thank you for the flattery and hope you move on. If you weren't nobility he'd probably try to flirt back, though he's more sweet than suave.

Eddison Tollett

The flirting goes over his head initially, unless you're very forward… in which case, he's either confused or assumes you're trying a joke. Edd has zero confidence in anything involving romance, he has no idea why you'd ever flirt with him, so he might get uncomfortable if you keep at it. He'll just bluntly ask what the point is. It's a joke, right? Right? 

Yara Greyjoy

She thinks it’s adorable. Are you trying to be subtle? Really? If you’re forward about it, Yara can give as much as she gets. But if you really try to be coy about it, she can’t help but tease and mess with you, switching between acting oblivious or challenging you to be even bolder. She doesn’t even mind if it goes nowhere; it’s fun to flirt with an attractive person, and she has quite a colorful vocabulary. 

Daenerys Targaryen

It's a good thing she's interested in you as well, otherwise she'd have no patience for this. She's had all manner of unwanted suitors, and finally someone interesting is grabbing her attention. Daenerys will play aloof at first, wanting to keep up her queenly façade, but eventually it does slip… For one, you actually make her laugh. Once you start the jokes and anecdotes, she finds herself relaxing. Dany won't want anything more forward until she initiates it, but she's happy to spend time with someone so amusing and interesting.

Jorah Mormont

He notices what you're doing right away, and he's both flattered and embarrassed. He might try to act oblivious, but the slight red on his cheeks say otherwise. Jorah likely had a crush on you to begin with - because it's always obvious when he does - so he's very happy when you seem to return those feelings. Though if you aren't seriously interested and just wanted to tease him… why would you do that to the poor man?

Missandei

It’s a little flattering, but unnecessary. There’s no need to carry on like that with her, it won’t improve your chances in speaking to the khaleesi. Wait … you actually mean it? Missandei is a little embarrassed, then. Throughout her life, the romantic attention she’s received has been less than pleasant or wanted. She’s never had the freedom to speak out against it until now, so while Missandei won’t mind more sweet or harmless flirting, she’ll become annoyed with anything too forward.

Grey Worm

The poor soldier doesn’t realize what you’re doing for the longest time. He thinks you’re just being kind and friendly, which makes him glad, but he doesn’t realize you’re giving him special attention until Jorah mentions it. Then Grey Worm really begins to doubt - you mean your words, don’t you? How is he supposed to respond? It’s terribly confusing, and completely new territory to him. He’ll eventually ask Missandei for some insight, and if she finds out you’re just leading him on, she will have words.

Tywin Lannister

The fact you're trying already means a lot - you're either planning something or being utterly foolish. Either way, Tywin has no patience for it. He's a proud man and won't be swayed by any pretty eyes or clever words. And if somehow he was affected, he'd never show it. He won't be pursued. The best you can hope for is he takes it somewhat well but makes a mental note to be wary of your “true” intentions.

Tyrion Lannister

There's no end to the whores and nobles that flatter him even if they find him repulsive. He has his dear family to thank for that, and their riches. He assumed someone of your reputation and looks was just trying to get favor. But you kept staying at his side even as other lords clearly wanted to talk, and you were laughing - really laughing - at his japs, and adding your own. It was a surprisingly good way to spend an evening, and though Tyrion still felt the need to keep his guard up, he was curious when he'd see you again.

Jaime Lannister

He's surprised, but also not surprised. Kingslayer or no, Jaime knows he's attractive, a knight and a Lannister, least anyone forget. He figured your attraction was superficial. Maybe he'd humor you, but probably not. You turned out to be pretty clever, though, turning some of his sarcastic wit against him. It made Jaime more interested when you kept trying each day, and sometimes you'd get a laugh out of him. It'd be a good way to befriend him, though he has a lot of hang-ups to get through before he considers anything romantic.

Sandor Clegane

Sandor doesn’t take it well at first. He might think you’re mocking him, maybe you’re drunk. It takes him a while before he humors it, and he figures you want a quick fuck and that's all. He doesn't understand why you'd want more - don't you know who he is? Overall Sandor doesn't respond well to random flirtations, especially from highborn ladies. A common girl might have an easier time, but he’s skittish with this sort of attention, to put it mildly. 

Bronn

No surprise, the sellsword dished it right back to you, adding his own colorful flair that definitely isn't for polite company. Bronn will immediately take any flirting into provocative territory, and if you keep giving it back just as good, well… He wouldn’t mind finding a secluded place where you two can talk properly. He’s absolutely shameless, too. He’ll gladly dirty talk with a fine lady if she’s the one who starts it and can keep up with his crass jokes.

Petyr Baelish

He pretends to be clueless at first, hoping for a chance to see that confused look on your face, or better, an increase in your flirting. Petyr hides how delighted he is that you're pursuing him - and yes, he'll see it as pursuing, not just harmless flirting. It makes his plans much easier if you're already fond of him. If you carry on, he'll do his best to hide a self-satisfied smirk… but he might slip up and give you what you want.

Stannis Baratheon

Stannis is utterly oblivious to what you’re trying to do. He wonders why you’re around him so much, and what you mean by all these charming smiles. What could you want? Likely Davos or Renly will clue him in on your intentions, and that just makes him uncomfortable. They must be mistaken. Even when you’re both married, he doesn’t always pick up on your desires. You’ll just have to be blunt about them.

Davos Seaworth

He's surprised, but ultimately flattered. He can tell you aren't joking and might be a little charming back. However, he won't seriously entertain your intentions if you're much younger and especially if you're highborn. He'll even dissuade you from the flirting if you carry on too much - surely you have better prospects than an old smuggler? Eventually Davos will try to dissuade your interest in him.

Margaery Tyrell

She plays coy at first, pretending you're just giving her friendly compliments and conversation. She's curious if you'll continue, and if you do, Margaery will flirt in her own subtle way. This is especially true if you're a lady; she'll give you touches and words that could be taken as friendly, but there's something in her eyes that say otherwise. She's not interested in very forward and improper ‘flirting’, especially when she's made her disinterest known. How vulgar.

Brynden Tully

Admittedly it takes Brynden a few minutes to understand what you're getting at, but then he has to contain a grin. He's very flattered you're interested, and might return a few sweet words if he's had something to drink. He doesn't take it too seriously; he's an old knight and you're a lovely lady. Surely you're just teasing him and aren't actually wanting him… right? Doesn’t a sweet girl like you have better prospects? Then again, if you’re willing ... 

Edmure Tully

Edmure's already grinning before you get two sentences out. It's lucky enough for a pretty girl to talk to him, but actually flirting while batting those long eyelashes and smiling so sweetly? He's gone. Utterly hopeless. When he's sober he can at least flirt and joke back, but when he's drunk he just becomes even cheesier. He'll keep trailing after you at parties and galas if you keep it up.

Brienne of Tarth

She’s terribly flustered by your intentions and wonders what you mean by them - because of previous experiences, Brienne can’t help but think you’re trying to mock her. Someone like you couldn’t possibly be interested in her. Even after you’ve explained yourself and she realizes your feelings, it still makes Brienne uneasy sometimes. She has a hard time with someone truly admiring her, even simple compliments can give her queasy butterflies. The more often you do it, and the more honest you are, the more comfortable she’ll eventually become.

Ramsay Bolton

It's a bold (and questionable) decision to tempt Ramsay like this. The thing is, it's easy to pique his interest with well-placed words and a fearless stare. A clueless girl is fun enough, but a bold one that seems to see right through him? That's interesting. Depending on his mood, he'll pretend to play along or show a bit of his true colors, just to see what you'll do. If you're both betrothed, he'll have a fun time deciding if he should play nice… or give you a taste of what to expect.

Roose Bolton

First of all, he's enjoying the hell out of a lovely, established lady showing interest, especially a lady he's been keeping an eye on for some time. Though Roose will play at being aloof, assuring you he doesn't know what you mean… perhaps you'd like to clarify? He likes asking you pointed questions, gazing down at you with a knowing stare so you'll blush and demure. If you continue to meet his gaze and boldly flirt, well … That sort of daring should be rewarded, shouln’t it?

Oberyn Martell

He soaks this shit up. Oberyn alternates between flirting back shamelessly or playing oblivious, regardless of whose around to hear the two of you. He loves boldness as opposed to faux innocence, and he can play at word games and innuendos until the sun goes down. He doesn't even mind if you were stringing him along the whole time; he'll be thinking about your words and smiles for a long while afterward. As soon as he sees you at another gathering, he’ll head right for you, hoping it wasn’t just a one-time thing on your part.

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Long Lost Friend | GOT Imagine (Female!Reader)

I don’t own any of the plots or characters of ASOIAF/GOT that all belongs to George R. R. Martin

Slightly follows this headcanon, but i plan to change a few things that were closer to the end of the hc. Might make a part 2

Characters in this imagine: Jon Snow, Tormund Giantsbane, Jorah Mormont, Davos Seaworth, Gendry Baratheon, Thoros of Myr, Beric Dondarrion, Sandor Clegane.

pairings: Sandor Clegane x reader (previous relationship), and slight Tormund Giantsbane x reader

Warnings: profanity, violence, mentions of death and sex, implications of attempted SA. 

Word Count: 4776 (not edited so sorry for typos. I’ll get to it soon)

“My scouts found them a mile south of the Wall, said they were on their way here.” The once silent cell block of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea was interrupted by the Free Folk Tormund Giantsbane. Behind him were a group of men, following close as the beaded fellow led them to the cell holding three others they had yet to recognize. It was cold, and the only light shining in was from the small windows around to the top of the cell. Two men huddled in their clothing were seated on a bench against the wall while the third laid on the table, wrapped in his furs. 

“You’re the Hound,” a voice spoke of recognition when the man on the table turned his head to see who had appeared. It was Jon Snow, the man they called the Bastard of Winterfell and currently the newly crowned King in the North. “I saw you once at Winterfell.”

“They want to go beyond the Wall too,” Tormund informed him before another voice spoke out. 

“We don’t want to go beyond the Wall, we have to,” Jon glanced over to see a man with an eye patch speaking to him. “Our Lord told us that the Great War is--.” He was abruptly cut off by a young man with a buzz cut.

“Don’t trust him,” he sneered, “Don’t trust any of them.” Moving to come in front of the bars where he could get a better look at the three, the young man added “They’re the Brotherhood, and the last thing their Lord told them to do is sell me to a red witch to be murdered.”

“Thoros?” The figure huddled in corner of the cell wall glanced up upon hearing his name. Leaning forward to get a better look at the voice addressing him, he met eyes with an older man staring back at him, “I hardly recognized you.” 

“Ser Jorah Mormont,” Thoros breathed out, ”They won’t give me anything to drink down here. I haven’t been feeling like myself.” Meanwhile, Tormund had turned his attention to Jorah the moment he heard his name, his expression turning into one of anger. 

“You’re a fucking Mormont.” Jorah met the eyes of Tormund, who was looking at him with resentment, “Like the last Lord Commander?”

“He was my father,” Jorah confirmed, which only made Tormund spited even more.

“He hunted us,” he spat, “like animals.”

“You returned the favor as I recall.” The atmosphere became tense as new discovers caused an even more drift amongst the group. The one-eyed man, Beric, broke the silence while smirking. “Here we all are, at the edge of the world. At the same moment, heading in the same direction for the same reason.”

“Our reasons aren’t your reasons,” Ser Davos commented.

“It doesn’t matter what we think our reasons are.” Beric stood from his place on the bench, “There’s a greater purpose at work, and we serve it together. Whether we know it or not. We may take the steps, but the Lord of Light--.”

“Oh for fucks sake will you shut your whole,” Sandor gruffly cuts him off from behind. “Are we coming with you or not?” He asks the group of men.

“Don’t you want to know what we’re doing?” Jorah questions from the side while Jon contemplates as he looks at the three in the cell. Thoros gives a shrug, “What’s worse than sitting in a freezing cell waiting to die?”

“He’s right,” Jon speaks causing everyone to go silent, “We’re all on the same side.” To his right, Gendry looks at him like he’s out of his mind. 

“How can we be?”

“We’re all breathing.” Extending his hand out, Tormund places the cell keys into his hand. The door us unlocked and Jon moves to the side, allowing the men to exit and closes it behind them. As he is locking it up, Tormund calls his attention.

“What should we do with this one here?” Turning around, Jon sees the man gesture to the cell directly across from the one they were at. It was dark with little light shining into it, but enough for it took appear no one was in there. 

“Someone’s in there?” he questioned with a raised brow, stepping forward to get a closer look into the compartment. It looked completely empty which made him more confused.

“Aye,” Tormund confirmed, “Remember me telling you about that woman from ‘Braavos’ who my scouts picked up some weeks ago? Well she’s in there. Hasn’t spoken a word since she first arrived and stays in that corner so she can’t be seen.” By now all the attention is focused on the dark corner away from any light on the side of the cell wall. There was some food crumbs on the floor where little light could be seen, indicating there was in fact evidence of someone being present.

“And she hasn’t once come out of that corner?” Jon asks and receives a nod in return. 

“Not that I know of. I’ve tried getting her to talk and will put food by the bars, I assume she grabs it at night when she knows it’s dark and there is no one watching.”

“I’ve heard her a few times,” Beric says to the group, “Late at night when these two are asleep I can sometimes hear shuffling. It’s so dark though I can never get a good look at her face.” 

Tormund nudged Jon to get his attention, “We confiscated their weapons when we first caught them. This one had a what you southerners call a Valyrian steel sword in her possession. Said it was her families sword. Nearly took one of my men’s arms off when they captured her.” 

The mention of a Valyrian steel sword had all the men in the room suspicious now of the unknown person. A Valyrian steel sword that is claimed to be her families ancestral heirloom? There was no way this woman was from Braavos, she had to have been original Westerosi. 

Jon turned back to the cell, “I know you’re in there,” he called out in a deep voice, “My name is Jon Snow and my friend here tells me you are from Braavos. As King in the North I order you to come out and tell us your reason for being here. Otherwise you’ll face the consequences for refusal.” The room grew silent once more, the men quiet as they watched for any movement in the corner. After a minute or so they could faintly make out the sound of shuffling, as though someone was standing up from a seated position.

The area divided by light and darkness was breached when a foot stepped out, followed by a body of the woman. The light shined on her face when it was finally revealed, and three of the men went froze when the realization came to them. Her face was scarred, the rough texture starting from the top of her forehead and making its way down her face until it reached just below her chin. Hair messy and tangled, and body adorned in black clothing resembling that of Night’s Watch gear.

“Seven Hells,” Sandor murmured, eyes locked on her approaching figure. It had been years since he saw her, the last when they were both just teenagers having night of passion when they had finally acted on years of attraction they felt towards one another. From his knowledge of the events following that night, he believed for the past eighteen years she was dead. After all, he can distinctly recall the day Gregor arrived back to Casterly Rock to inform Tywin of his ‘successful’ mission.

The large man wasn’t the only one shocked by her presence. Beside him Beric’s jaw mouth was slightly agape and Jorah was unable to form words by it all. The memories might be hazzy and full of holes for the one-eyes man, but her face and demeanor was enough to spark recogniztion and the pieces of memory came together.

The woman let out a chuckle, her hand coming to rest on the bars in front of her though the sound she let out was anything but humorous. She leaned in so she was up against the cold barricade, eyes trailing over the men in front of her.

“Beric, Jorah,” her flat yet honey voice spoke out when she greeted the pair, before sending a glare to the tallest one towering them, “Sandor. What a surprise to see you all together after all this time.”

“My Gods,” Jorah finally found his voice, “I thought you were dead all these years. When I heard about what happened I---.” She let out a scoff cutting him off.

“Ah yes, leave it to Tywin Lannister to make all of Westeros believe I was dead like the rest of my poor family he so happily slaughtered. He couldn’t have the country knowing his prized guard dog let the daughter of the enemy get away after he massacred the entire House and butchered the heir who was just a babe. No, that would be out of the great Lion’s character to have the people know he failed. He had to make them believe she were dead so the entire L/N name would be nothing but words in a history book.” She felt the anger within her rise. Face ridden with anger while she thought back to the day her family was murdered and she was nearly violated. The day she fled her home to survive and had been living in exile ever since. 

“My apologies,” she brought her hand over her chest, although it was obvious she was being sarcastic, “As you can see I hold bit of a grudge. But how could you blame me?” she let out a laugh, “I’m just saddened I wasn’t the one who put the arrow through his chest, I hear his own imp son got the honor. I’ll have to thank Tyrion for that if I ever see him again--.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Jon interrupted the woman who snapped her head toward them. Before she could answer the young Kind, Sandor’s voice cut through the air. “Y/N fucking L/N.” The room went silent, all eyes moving from the large man, to the woman behind the bars who stood with a blank face. Hearing the name of the once noble house made them all, except for Tormund, become shock by the presence of the female warrior they believed had been raped and butchered by the mountain during the prime years of Robert’s Rebellion. 

Her family was a noble and loyal House that stood beside House Targaryen during the war. Many who knew her during this time were aware of her skilled abilities with a sword and arrow, even impressing King Aerys who would have made her a part of his Kingsguard if she hadn’t been a woman. That didn’t stop her however from participating in duels and tournaments which is where she had become aquatinted and close with notable men like Ser Jorah and Beric Dondarrion. The country was shocked when the House was slaughtered and extinct, the young woman perishing alongside her family. 

“You’re Y/N of House L/N,” Everyone was brought out of their thoughts by Gendry’s voice. “You’re the daughter of Lord Y/F/N L/N from Storms End. One of the few houses that stood beside the Targaryen’s instead of King Robert when he was lord of Storms End. You’re said to be first female to become a Knight in Westeros.” The young man watched as she approached him, her palm running across the cold bars until she stood directly in front of him. Her glare was piercing, which made him shudder.

“I was never a Knight you silly boy,” she replied with a harsh tone, “Not even a King as mad as Aerys would bestow a title as suck on woman with his views. He may have respected me, was impressed by my fighting skills, but he still looked at me as birthing pod like any other man in this wrenched country. I was just a tough bitch who never lost a fight when dumb men dared to challenge me, saying that if they could bring me to my knees then their prize would be my hand in marriage. They are lucky I even allowed them to keep their knees after making such a ridiculous proposal.” 

The memories came to her in a rush. The harsh fights she endured to keep her virtue, and not allow some petty Lord try to take away all she dreamed for. Being a Lady was never what she wanted, but she had a duty and adored her father so she honored what he expected of her. She was grateful he never pressured her into anything, and would turn away any suitor he deemed unfit, always taking her opinions into account. 

“It was always exhausting,” she dramatically sighed, “having to put foolish men in their place. Dealing with the unworthy, such silliness from me though to think I would actually find a suitor who admired me for me and not just the name of face,” she glanced up from the ground to meet a certain man’s eyes. “I thought that someone was you, Sandor.” His body went rigid, and she walked slowly back over to where he was, leaning against the bars and tilting her chin up. “I had never believed you to be the one to fuck and leave, but I guess I was wrong.” She curled her lips up in a smirk, though her eyes remained narrowed, “You were just like every other man.”

Sandor remained stilled, his face blank and although he tried to put up a hard front, Y/N could tell her words were getting to him. How he felt the guilt from leaving and not coming to her rescue. 

“What happened to you Y/N?” Beric changed the subject from beside Sandor, “It’s been over twenty years.” She felt her face drop, the memories beginning to play in her head which had her flinch.

“Aye, it has hasn’t it,” she muttered, “the memories get a little weary after so much time has passed, but I can still remember clearly of that day. It was beautiful outside and mother was resting after having to care for my brother who was only a babe. Father and I were talking in his study when we heard the shouts from outside the castle. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening. I could see the lion sigils from the window and knew Tywin had sent his forces to slaughter us. If Robert had a hand it in I wouldn’t be surprised, after all we were Targaryen loyalists. 

“My father begged me to take my brother and hide or flee, but of course I was stubborn. I should’ve just listened but I didn’t want to leave my family without a fight. It was a bloodbath. Our soldiers were massacred, the Lannister fuckers made it into the castle and before I knew it I was witnessing the Mountain drive his sword through my fathers stomach before bringing it down on his head. That’s how I got this scar on my face gentlemen,” Y/N brought her hand up to gesture to the marks on her face.

“I tried to protect my father, but good ole Clegane slashed me and tossed me to the floor like a doll. I laid there while he butchered my father before turning to my mother. My poor brother never stood a chance when the Mountain split him half.” Y/N’s face turned back to Sandor, leaning so her face was practically in between the bars while she stared up at him with cold eyes.

“Your brother almost had his way with me. Did he tell you that,” The hound clutched his hand into a fist. “I bet he bragged about it, saying he did in fact fuck me. How I screamed, how I cried. Of course Tywin wouldn’t have cared, as long as I was dead then he wouldn’t have done anything to his prized guard dog.” Many of the men had focused their attention on the hound. All of them speechless by the horrible tale of events. Sandor was silent, but kept his eyes connected with Y/N, unable to put into words how he was feeling.

“Truth be told he almost did,” the woman then said, backing away from the bars. “He had just managed to get all my clothes off and was trying to undo his when I reached for the knife beside me and drove it into his side. It gave me enough time to kick him away so I could escape. I ran and never looked back. Knowing Tywin would search for me if he found out I was alive, I smuggled myself on a ship heading for Essos. I’ve been in Braavos ever since.”

Y/N let out a chuckle, turning to the red-bearded giant with a smirk, “I wasn’t exactly telling the whole truth when I said I was from Braavos.”

The man scoffed though a ghost of a smile had made it’s way on his face, “You almost fooled me there.” She winked at him before tuning to the King in the North. Jon was still taken aback by all Y/N had told them. He was amazed at how she managed to survive everything although it saddened him that she had spend the past 20 years in exile so she could stay alive.

“So, King in the North,” He was brought out his thoughts by her voice, blinking rapidly when he realized she was standing in front of him, “What is it you plan to do with me?”

Jon glanced to the men beside him before landing on Ser Davos, who simply shrugged at him, “I don’t know that depends,” his attention was back on her, “You’re the last of your House. Unfortunately your ancestral home was given to another so I don’t think it would be wise to take it yourself.” Her scoff surprised him, the look on her face indicating she would be up for a challenge.

“That’s tempting, but a suicide mission obviously. Any other options?” 

Jon thought for a moment, “Are you aware there are two Queens in Westeros?”

There was a firm nod from the woman, “When I heard the rumor of the dead rising in Westeros, I also heard the tale of two queens and a lone king. I thought why not come back home after all these years and see for myself.”

Jon couldn’t decipher the look on Y/N’s face. It was full of many emotions, her eyes were cold. Part of him felt she was resentful of both Cersei and Daenerys, the former not surprising, but the latter quite shocking. 

“Would you want to pledge yourself to one of them. I will allow you to go free and travel to where you please.” The laugh Y/N let out lacked humor which made Jon feel a little nervous by what her answer would be.

“Oh Jon, can I call you that?” She cut him off before he could answer, “Listen, Jon, you think I would I swear fidelity to the woman whose father slaughtered my family? I would slit my own throat before I ever follow Cersei. As for Daenerys,” Her tone had an edge to it, “Her father was the reason the war every happened. If her brother hadn’t kidnapped your aunt, then your grandfather and uncle would still be alive and Robert wouldn’t never rebelled. My family was loyal to the Targaryen’s yes, but they are the reason my family is gone, my House is gone. Call it a grudge or whatever the fuck you want, but I will not bend the knee to a Queen whose family is the reason for mines demise.”

Her rant left the young King speechless. The anger in her tone gave much emphasis on the words she spoke. She projected the pent up years of anger of resentment in them. 

“But you,” her voice became low, eyes gazing over his cloaked figure, “You didn’t offer yourself as a option to swear loyalty. Why?”

It was a question he wasn’t expecting, and honestly part of him couldn’t understand why he didn’t give himself as an option. He didn’t think he was one, that she would want to follow a Queen, mostly Daenerys, rather than a King. 

“I-I,” he stuttered, “I didn’t think I was an option.”

“Why not? You are a King aren’t you?”

“Yes, but--”

“Is it because I’m not from the North?” Y/N asked, “From what I know Ser Jorah here is from the North, yet he choses to follow Daenerys. This man, Ser Davos, yes?” the older man nodded, “I recognize his Flea Bottom accent. He’s from King’s landing, but here he is following you. You may be young, your Grace, but I would’ve thought you knew by now that you don’t have to be of a certain land to follow a certain monarch.”

Y/N leaned closer to the bars, her face becoming more temperament. “Your father was an honorable man. I admired Ned. He was one of the few men I came across who respected me and didn’t try to have his father make an arrangement with mine so I could marry him. I never blamed Ned or his family for the war. After all, it was Rhaegar who decided to take Lyanna. All Rickard and Brandon wanted was to have her back and it was Aerys who made the choice to murder them. Your father wanted justice, and I don’t blame him for it.”

“But my father stood beside Robert. He helped overthrow Aerys and your family was loyal to him.”

“And that was my father and I’s greatest mistake,” Y/N admitted, “It wasn’t Stark bannerman that came to kill my family, Jon, it was Lannister. I have no reason to be angered at you or your family.”

Jon was at a loss for words. Here was a woman, known for her honor and loyalty just like the great people of her house admitting to the mistakes they made and regretful of the side they chose to fight for. It was an admirable thing, and Jon felt a sense of gratitude for it.

The man was about to speak when she once again spoke, but her words shocked not only him, but the men around as well. “Shall I bend the knee then? To prove to you that I, Y/N of House L/N swear fidelity to you, Jon Snow the King in the North where I vow to serve you, obey you, give my life to you if you asked from this day, until the end of my days.” 

After several seconds of silence, the two firmly staring at one another while fully processing the words that were just spoken, Jon gave a nod. Y/N tilted her chin up slightly, stepping away from the bars to give herself enough space. All eyes were drawn to her as she lowered her body down, head bowing until her knee hit the ground. 

She remained kneeling for a moment, before slowly rising. Her eyes connected with Jon, offering him a genuine smile this time which had the young King return one to her. 

“Thank you, your Grace. It’s an honor to follow and serve you.”

“The honor is mine, my Lady,” Jon replied with a nod. “I am happy to have a warrior like yourself a part of my service.” Y/N gave a slight bow.

“It would have looked better if I had my sword,” she joked, “Which by the way, can I have that back?” Her eyes glanced between Jon and Tormund. The red-bearded man looked to Jon for the answer, the King nodded in return. While Tormund went to retrieve the weapon, Y/N questioned what the next move would be and if she could leave the cell.

While unlocking the door, Jon replied, “Well there is Winterfell. My sister, Sansa, is running things for me and I can send a raven to her. We expect the war with the dead to head there if they make it past the wall, we’ll need all the help against them. We can get you a place in the castle or Winter town if you’d like.” 

Y/N contemplated the proposal while stepping out of the cell. It was a generous offer, and the woman appreciated the gesture from the young King. 

“I am grateful for your kindness and generosity of the proposal, your Grace. But I am going to have to decline. I vowed to serve you and from what I heard when you came in here is you’re planning to go beyond the Wall. Let me come with you.”

“My Lady, these things out there are unlike anything you’ve ever been up against.”

“Which is why there is a first for everything. Please, your Grace. I am an excellent and skilled fighter, I could be of great use,” she gestured her head to the three men farthest to the left of her. “Ask any of them. They can vouch for it. Beric and I were always the attraction to see at the sparing tournaments. Jorah even mentored me whenever my father was busy, and Sandor witnessed my fighting first hand during the duels we attended.”

Jon turned to face the three men she mentioned. All who were rather taken aback at first. They all gave each other looks, as if they were conversing in their mind. Jorah was the first to nod, followed by Beric and finally Sandor. 

“Very well,” Jon sighed and Y/N once again smiled. Approaching footsteps were head causing all in the room to turn their attention to the doorway where Tormund appeared holding a holster belt that contained a long, steel sword.

He walked until he was right in front of Y/N, extending his hand out. The sword was huge, much like many Valyrian swords and was lined with silver and gold, with a white owl as its pommel. Y/N took the sword in her hands, checking to make sure it didn’t have any abrasions that indicated someone had been using it. When she found none, Y/N secured the belt around her waist.

“Does it have a name?” Jon asked, watching her tighten the leather until it was belt was snug against her.

“Valor.” 

The group made their way back up to the main floor of Eastwatch. Those who didn’t have furs or cloaks were given one, tightening them to keep warm from the harsh cold they were about to face. Jon and Tormund led the way to the gate, the red-bearded fellow sending a wink to the woman who returned the gesture with a smirk. 

“You know,” he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “The best way to stay warm out there is by fucking.” She didn’t falter in her steps despite her heart skipping a bit by his words. 

How bold of him to say such things to a Lady, but then again, Y/N was far from a Lady and Tormund was not familiar with how partnerships worked south of the Wall.

“Is it now?” she feigned innocence, her eyes moving to look at his. The man, with a grin plastered on his face, nodded eagerly. She let out a chuckle by his manners, looking away briefly to think for a moment before reconnecting their eyes. “Well then, Tormund, I know just who to go to when I am in need of warming up.”

Oh he was smitten to say the least.

Lining behind the steel, they waited for the gate to open, immediately being welcomed by the harsh winds when it slowly rose.  Y/N shivered when the cold hit her, the breeze blowing through her hair and she clutched onto her furs. Tormund was beside her and noticed her discomfort.

“You get used to it.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

The gate fully rose and they all stepped out into the open until they were all out of the tunnel. Jon looked back, eyes glancing over who stood with him. Thoros gave a cheeky look to the Hound, who’s expression made Y/N want to laugh. Take one final look at Eastwatch, Jon tuned around and began walking, everyone following in step behind him. 

With the snow raining down and the winds pushing against them, the eight figures moved through the rough grounds and into the unknown. Their stories, all with different tales and different background. Some who fought against each other, others who were in exile. 

Despite it all, here they were. Working together on the same side for the hope that they will live to see the next year. Their stories coming together, unbeknownst to how it will end. 

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Davos x Stark! Reader (fem)

uhhh so to break up the JoJo content here's a really old Davos fic I wrote from Wattpad … also I should be coming out with a Fred Weasley fic sometime soon idk work has been rough.

Winterfell felt warmer to her after she returned from beyond the wall with Bran, although still very cold. It was home again, she could imagine herself surrounded by safety although that was definitely not the case and her younger brother made that clear often. The white walkers were in fact coming.

It's was calm yet uneasy inside the walls. Sansa was taking the most control overruling Winterfell and Y/N couldn't be more proud. Their reunion had been heartfelt as she got along well with all of her siblings.

Y/N was never one for ruling so she was happy for Jon and Sansa to take the reigns even if she was rather displeased by the presence of a certain Targaryen queen. The queen was nice enough but as the saying goes "the north are a proud people"

The Targaryen was not the only stranger though. It seems as if the whole village was new and full of strangers she didn't even recognize. Y/N made it a small goal to be acquainted with most of these strangers before the attack came.

But as she was talking with people she much literally ran into a man who she never met before- a taller and kind man. Although she never thought herself to find herself a crush at first sight it seemed as though she had. She saw Ser Davos Seaworth around Jon but never met him.. and what a way to meet him. As she ran into him she dropped some blankets and her a bundle of firewood, she was supposed to put in the hall.

She and the man both kneeled to the ground, her to pick up the blankets and him the wood.

"Oh dear" y/n let out softly

"I'm so sorry," Davos's deep voice said

It wasn't till they both stood up that their eyes locked. He was much other than her but boy he was handsome. He was in the middle of an apology when he met her eyes and the words seemed to escape him. He's seen many beauties but never one like her.

That's when both awkwardly shifted to give each other their belongings Y/N giving a small laugh.

"I probably should be daydreaming and walking but what a nice call to reality.." she said to lighten the mood and if David wasn't so awestruck maybe he would notice the light flirtation.

"See Davos correct?" She asked in hopes to break the silence as well as keep him in front of her if only for a few moments more.

"Yes..yes. I am but Davos will be fine... I'm sorry I don't believe I know your-"

"Oh! Y/n..y/n Stark. I've seen you around Jon sorry."

A Stark he thought to himself one he hasn't met. Till the name clicked the eldest daughter, Jon had mentioned her before about her being beyond the wall. Crazy business it is beyond there.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you.." he said. A few moments passed to them it felt quick but to a passer-by, they would probably wonder why the two were just staring at each other.

"Ser Davos I was-" Jon was cut off at the odd scene. Both quickly snapped out of a seeming trance and turned to Jon. Y/n giving a small nervous laugh and hoping her rising face temperature could be written off as being cold.

Davos gave a small nod to her and left to go with her brother she couldn't help but stare after him a bit only to see Jon pat his back.

~~~

After that, they always seemed to fun into each other or catch glances and not be too afraid to hold it till something else called for their attention. It was like watching a schoolyard crush develop between them.

That was till the battle came. Y/n thought she was going to stick by Bran and protect him but he turned her away. She was always closest to him ever since he was born she was there for him. It stung a bit but at this point, she knew better than to argue it. She was begged to go in the crypts by Sansa but refused. She was talented with the bow and arrow and would use them to defend her home.

As she heard the screams and the battle hear up her mind couldn't help but drift to Davos and her to his. Sure that they may never see each other again y/n filled with anxiety. She had to find him.

The dead had broken through and she was flooded to the point where her arrows served less purpose than her sword, drawing her weapon she pushed into his last known whereabouts.

She was tired and her mouth was dry she almost wanted to just give up and lay down let the dead take her but pure adrenaline kept her steady.

She saw him in the distance cutting down white walkers left and right but he was becoming overwhelmed and couldn't keep them from coming up behind him, she was far enough away so she drew her trusted bow and shot arrows at the walkers around him as they fell he became confused only to turn and see her. The woman he was wrecking his mind over these past hours. He couldn't help but feel utter relief, they had become so attached so quickly.

Seeing the number of enemies dwindle she cracked a smile at him a wide one and it felt like forever and a half since she last smiled and to him seeing her smile was a breath of much-needed air.

Y/n ran to him and he engulfed her in his arms. That when they both knew what they felt was more than a silly crush.

Y/n reached up to place her hands on his cheeks.. they stared at each other like they did when they first met. Their faces inched closer as white walkers began appearing again but they would be damned if those bastards interrupted a much longed-for connection.

As their lips touched Arya must have defeated the night king as all the dead around them burst into nothing.

Extra:

After the battle, they helped clean and care for Winterfell but the two were inseparable. And the passerby's could tell it was love, a true and wholesome love. Y/n went to kings landing with Davos after Daenerys's destruction and Bran being crowned king she became the master of law.

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Escapees || Gendry Baratheon

MASTERLIST is in my bio!

Request: hello! i was wondering if i could have a gendry imagine. could you do something where the reader is davos seaworths (idk if i even spelt that right) daughter and she kind of keeps him company while he’s the red woman’s prisoner and then later helps him escape with davos. i’m sorry if that’s a really shitty idea

This is absolutely not a shitty idea, I loved writing this so much!! Thank you for the request, I hope you and everyone else enjoys it! :) <3

Characters: Gendry Baratheon (Waters) x Reader, Davos Seaworth, King Stannis Baratheon, Melisandre of Asshai (mentioned), Ramsay Bolton (mentioned)

Season: 3

Warnings: none (besides of a couple curse words)

Words: 3,593

Escapees

You had been sitting in your cell for longer than you would have wanted, looking at the brick walls, leaning on one of them while sitting on the cold floor. Your thoughts drifted to how your life has changed within a few weeks. After being captured by severs of the House Baratheon of Dragonstone your faith had been destined. King Stannis Baratheon had been keeping your father, Davos Seaworth, and you separated from each other ever since your arrival, you were only allowed to see him every third day.  You guess, you could say, that you got lucky in the sense that you had not been killed yet... under one condition: you are going to marry Ramsay Snow. Ramsay Snow, a high born bastard. 

With this, Lord Baratheon is hoping to come to terms with the House Bolton, only to take it over once "peace" settled over them. Your arranged marriage had made it possible for your father to stay alive as well but from what you had heard of the guards' conversations, King Baratheon was considering your father for the position of Hand of the King. Which would mean freedom for him... and possibly for you too.

Nights and days went by before you were allowed to see your father again, more than usual, or so it felt. One day you were awoken by two guards dragging you out of your cell. Confused and scarred for your life, you tried freeing yourself out of their tight grip around your arms - while you were screaming and kicking, the man holding you did not flinch once. The light of the day hit you, making you squint your eyes as you entered one of the many rooms in the castle, where your father and King Baratheon were already waiting for you. After standing on your own feet again with no one's hands on you, you ran across the room into your father's arms, hugging him as tightly as possible.

"Thank the gods. I thought I was never going to see you again", you mumbled into his chest. "It has been very stressful for the last days. I wanted to make some arrangements", he answered, taking your face in his hands, looking at you, like you were the last close family member he had because... you were. You scrunched your eyebrows when he said "arrangments" and tilted your head but before you were able to ask your question, Lord Baratheon took the word, "So, Ser Davos and I have been talking", your head spun to your dad as you heard "Ser" and you proudly smiled at him "(Y/N), after your father is now Hand of the King, you shall too receive something. I am going to give you a bed to sleep in one of our chambers. You cannot look like this when you are supposed to marry Ramsay Snow." Your eyes fell down as soon as the Lord finished his announcement, still feeling ashamed of what was awaiting you in a near future. But quickly, you rose your head again and looked him in the eyes, "Thank you, King Baratheon, I will stay forever thankful." He just gave you a nod and did not mention it again, "One of the guards will guide you and your father to the chamber, so he knows where to find you." "Thank you", your father and you nodded and exited the room, following a guard to the room, which you would be able to call your own.

In the chambers, you were left alone with your father to talk and catch up on news from outside of the cells. "So, you're a Ser now?", you asked with a grin of pride on your face. Your father chuckled and looked at the ground, "Yes, I suppose I am", then his eyes drifted towards you, "I'm deeply sorry." With a confused look, you got closer to him, "What for?", "That I wasn't able to call the marriage off", you nodded and looked away while he continued, "I don't want you to marry that Snow lad and I will find a way out of this." "Father", you tried calming him down by your hands on top of his, giving them a squeeze, "you do not have to be sorry. It's not your fault nor has it ever been. I will find happiness eventually - I'm sure." You always tried to find the positive side of conflicts, it was the last thing you could do.

He gave you a tight smile, not wanting to believe your words because you deserve better than to be married to a monster like Ramsay Snow. "But enough of me. What about you? What are you doing all day long?", you tried getting his thoughts off you, being more worried about him. "A little bit of everything right now...", you could tell his mind wandered off to something else. "There's something else you're not telling me", you claimed, taking a step back, "We never have secrets in front one another." "A boy... Gendry. Gendry... Baratheon", he started but you cut him off, "Lord Baratheon has a living son?" "No, Gendry is his nephew... but the bastard son of King Robert Baratheon. They're keeping him down in a cell", the look on his face was pure sadness. "Why ar- what are they planning on doing with him?", you wondered. To which he answered, "They wanted to take his blood to kill King Joffrey, King Robb Stark, and King Balon Greyjoy, which they did... and now... I think they're planning on killing him." He knew they wanted to kill him. "But he's family. He doesn't know anything about this here", you were waving your hands around in anger, "he's an innocent man, they cannot kill him." "They can and they will", he admitted. "You can't let this happen, father, you're better than them", you couldn't believe your ears that your father, who was once the kindest, most loving human being you had ever known, would let an innocent man get killed. "I suppose, I am not", with his head down, ashamed of himself about what he said to his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he left your chamber and made his way to the King's room.

It was late at night, everyone had gone to sleep, you had been giving better clothes earlier during the day, and were laying in your bed, unable to sleep. You had never met the boy who was being kept in a cell with the name of Gendry, yet you felt very deeply for him and those thoughts kept you awake - you made a decision. Carefully, you got out of the bed and made your way to the door. As silently as possible, you opened it, immediately looking for guards who would not let you get out. As there was no one in sight, you quickly ran across the hall, to the staircase that would lead you downstairs. The stones were cold and you regretted not putting on shoes. As you reached the basement, you noticed how dark it was and that a few halls weren't even lit up by torches. One was right next to you, so you took it from its holders on the wall and carried on walking towards where you thought to remember the cells to be.

After a couple of wrong turns but more right ones, you reached the cell blocks and noticed, not a single guard to be there. Discreetly, you inspected each and every cell, trying to find the King's nephew. Then, to your right, you found a cell a little bit further in the back, like yours used to be. You made your way down that hall and actually came to sight with a young man sitting on the ground, his back leaning on the steel cell door.

He heard your footsteps and turned around to look at you - he immediately sat up straight. You put the torcher in a free holder on the wall near the cell to give you at least a little bit of light. "How are you?", you started the conversation. "Great. Never been better", he sarcastically stated, making you chuckle, which made him grin. You sat down, leaning on the steel just like him, so you were able to look at him. "Who are you? I've never seen you down here", he wanted to know. "(Y/N) Seaworth. You're Gendry, right? Gendry Baratheon.", your answer made him turn around properly. "Words spread fast", he chuckled, "Seaworth like Ser Davon Seaworth?" "Yes, he is my father." "Kind man", he nodded, "he's been down here a couple of times, never mentioned you though." "He doesn't like to talk about his children much." "Children? You have siblings?" His question made your eyes water slightly, "Had." And guilt filled him, "I-I-I'm sorry, I didn-", but you cut him off kindly, "Don't worry, it's... fine." "May I ask how it happened?" he tried keeping up the conversation but didn't want to go too deep, since this was the first time he had ever met you. "When we fled our home, King Baratheon's men captured us and... put a sword through his heart as he tried to free himself", you told the story with your head down, not wanting to remember it too much. "Where was your home?" "Flea Bottom. A beautiful, litt-", " Sure, you were. I'm from Flea Bottom." You turned towards him with a smile, "I am, truly. I lived below the Street of Flour." His eyes looked directly into yours, "How far below?" "Well, to quote my father, The shit that poured from their privy pipes flowed down the side of Aegon's Hill along Tanner's Row and right in front of our front door on Gin Alley", you immitated your father, making you both chuckle, "it wasn't much that we had but it was enough for me to be happy." "You live in a castle with your father and a king, you're not happy?", Gendry was oblivious about your faith. "How can someone be happy when one is being told to marry Ramsay Snow to keep her and her father alive", you confessed. "I'm sorry", "Me too."

Your conversation went on for a bit longer than you had expected - you got on better than with any other person you had ever met. Later, or rather early in the morning, you decided to go back upstairs into your chambers to not get caught. Therefore, you stood up and made your way back. You were not able to see any guards but you also didn't exactly look for them as you were deep in thoughts about the young man you had just spent hours with. Suddenly, strong arms grabbed you, hold you tight and didn't let go. You started screaming and kicking while being dragged into the King's room you had been in once before. "What is all this screaming about?", the King asked. The guard set you down, "I found her down by the cells, she was talking to Gendry, my king." "So so, (Y/N)", his creepy voice made you look up from your sitting position on the floor, "I negotiate with your father and you go behind my back. I do not recall allowing you to go there." You stood up, straightening out your nightgown, "I'm truly sorry, King Baratheon", and bowed. "King Stannis, I ask you to forgive her for what she did", your father spoke from the other side of the room. You hadn't even noticed him, yet. "Well, Ser Seaworth, I don't know what to do now", Stannis Baratheon spoke. "I... I would ask you to let her go to the cells. Gendry should be allowed to talk to one his age... He's going to go soon anyway, I plead you to let them at least have this little amount of communication", your father tried negotiating more. The other older man started thinking about it. "I suppose we can give him at least this as his satisfaction. Well then, (Y/N), you will be allowed down to the cells. I do not want to find you anywhere else in this castle or your old cell will become your home again and the floor your bed." "Thank you, King Baratheon", with a head bow you left the room once again.

Back in your chamber, you had to catch your breath. You thought that he was going to kill you, there in this room and Gendry right after. A knock on the door made you jump. It opened and your father walked in. "It was very risky what you did", he stated sternly. "I know father, I'm sorry. I just... I want to help him." "Well", he took a deep breath, "you get to keep him at least a bit of company now. Do not misuse his act of kindness." "I won't, I promise."

A couple of days later

"Your father is a funny man", Gendry laughed. You had just told an amusing story from your childhood, making the both of you laugh out loud - something you had thought you would never be able to do again. Over the last few days, each night, you had come down to talk to the young man. He truly had become one of your closest friends and he was very thankful for you.

All of a sudden, Gendry got more serious, "I have sinned." "And I'm not a priest, so confessing to me will not free you", your comment made him chuckle. "It will free me because I feel like I have betrayed people and I have to tell somebody", he admitted. "Alright,  what happened?" "I trusted her." You scrunched your eyebrows, "Who?" "The Red Woman", Gendry stated, making you turn around quickly, looking straight at him with your face right in front of the steel door. "Wh- what? I thought you didn't like fancy people." "I don't trust them." "If you mistrust fance people so much, why were you in such a hurry to trust her then?", you started getting slightly pissed off, not exactly sure why. He turned around to look at you, sitting in the same position as you - yet, he didn't dare to look at you... he couldn't. At first, he hesitated to answer, "... Never been with a woman. Never talked to a woman, really. Now you, of course, but before...", the young man took a deep breath, "And then she comes at you -  big words, no clothes. What would any other man have done?" "That I don't know...", instead of being mad at him, you decided to lighten up the mood, "What I do know is, that she does know her way around a man's head, I'll give her that." Making you both chuckle. "Why are you telling me this?", you wanted to know since you had no relation to the story whatsoever. With that, his  eyes drifted up, looking into yours deeply, "Because you're one of the most important people on my life right now - I don't have many." His comment made you blush slightly and your heart jump, a feeling you had never felt before but surely enjoyed when you were in his company. "I really enjoy our late night talks, you know", you said with a smile on your face. "Yeah", he chuckled, "I do too." After a couple of seconds in complete silence, he took the word again, "What would the perfect life look like for (Y/N) Seaworth?" You smiled, "Well, I would get out of this hell hole here, to marry the man that I choose to be my betrothed. I... I would live somewhere quiet. Somewhere in the forest maybe. Have a little cottage... a garden with loads of vegetables, fruits, and flowers that I've seeded myself. I would want to be happy." Gendry listened closely and carefully to every single one of your words - his eyes never drifted anywhere else apart from you. "How many children do you want?", his question got you thinking but also look at him with nothing but adoration. "You're quite nosy", the both of you smile at each other, "Three", you answered calmly, "maybe four", and with a shrug.

This was the last night you spend together divided by a cell wall.

You were quietly sleeping in your bed when the door to your chamber was ripped wide open, awakening you from your slumber. "(Y/N), love, you need to wake up, come on", you heard the voice of your father speaking. Slowly you rose your head from your pillow, "What? Father, what are you doing?" He was going around the room, looking for possibly important things to take with you. "You need to get up, you're going." "What?", you took the duvet off you and got up, putting on the shoes you had right next to the bed. "No questions, we need to be quick", he hastily hushed you out of the room. "I'm still in my nightgown." "It doesn't matter. You can get new clothes." Confused, you let yourself be dragged downstairs to the cells. Panic started to rise inside of you, and you tried to free yourself from your father's grip. "Wait! No! Where are you taking me?!", you shouted. Slightly too strong, he pulled you closer to him, coming to a stop, "Shh! You're going to wake everyone up. I'm bringing you away from here, you deserve better than this. Trust me." With a nod, you continued your walk to the cells, until you reached Gendry's. Your father loosened his grip on you and started opening the young man's cell. "What are you doing?", he asked, shocked at what was happening. "You're leaving", your father answered. "Is this some kind of trick?" "Yes, but not on you." As soon as he walked out of the cell, he saw you standing there, "What are you doing here?", he asked you, then turned to the older man, "What is she doing here?" "You're leaving together", he simply stated.

Outside, you got dragged towards the sea, through the sand, where a small boat was waiting for you. "Aim for that star. Don't stop", your father started explaining, handing you a bag, "There's bread and water. Go slow with it. If you finish it off, no matter how thirsty you get, don't drink seawater." Gendry interrupted him, "I know not to drink seawater", but the other man continued, looking at you both, "Row for a full day and night and you'll reach Rook's Rest. You'll want to stop there", he kept on pushing the boat into the water while Gendry put the things into it - you just kept on standing there, stunned by what was happening. After pushing your thoughts to the side, you focused on the two men in front of you again, "You ever been in a boat before?" "No." "You know how to swim?" "No." "Don't fall out. Go on", he pushed him slightly, then turned around to you, "go on, love." "No", you answered, "wh-what is going on? I can't just leave." "Yes, you can. This is your only chance. I promised you, I'd find another way, this is it. This is your only chance of being happy. I want you to be happy." "I am happy. Here, where you are too", you argued. "No, no, you are not. You deserve so much better than this", he took your face in his hands, "I love you, princess. And I trust you to be happy with him", he nodded towards Gendry, "you are going to be doing so many great things. But not here, I won't let this happen." He started pushing you towards the boat and you let him. "But about you? I can't leave you here, he will kill you!" Shortly before reaching the sea, you stopped. "I will find a way and one day... I will find you again", tears were running down his face, as well as down yours. You put your foreheads against each other, enjoying this last moment together. Then, you got in the boat. "Why are you doing this?", Gendry asked. "Because it's right, And because I'm a slow learner", he pushed the boat away, "when you get to Flea Bottom, have a bowl of brown for me! I trust you Gendry!" Those were the last words you heard from your father. You turned towards the young man you were from now on going to share your life with. "I will protect you. I will keep you safe, away from all the evil", he started, trying to calm you down, making your tears stop, while paddling, "I will find the prettiest cottage in the woods of Flea Bottom. With a garden where you can plant flowers, and vegetables, and fruits." You started calming down, smiling at his words. "I will marry you, one day", his words made your head shot up, looking at him, "Of course, I'm going to ask you properly. I will make you happy. I promise all of that." You smiled now at him, widely, "Thank you." His eyes drifted to look over the sea, "And who knows... possibly three kids", then he shrugged, "maybe four", making you smile even wider, even laugh. Standing up, you tried balancing your weight carefully, making him worry - he thought you were going to jump off the boat - you came closer to him and sat down right next to him, taking one of the paddles and started helping him getting further out into the ocean - further towards home.

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Jorah the Northman

Word Count: 2454

Pairing: Jorah Mormont x reader

Characters: Jorah Mormont, Maege Mormont (mentioned), Lyanna Mormont, Sansa Stark (mentioned), Jon Snow (mentioned), Davos Seaworth (mentioned), Daenerys Stormborn Targaryen, Missandei, Samwell Tarly (mentioned), OC (Jaran Mormont, son of Jorah Mormont)

Warnings: MDNI 18+, angst with some light smut at the end

A/N: Oh Jorah. What a man! I hope you all enjoy this one. I’m not sure if I want to do a part 2 for this one, but I could definitely do a cute little reunion between Jorah and his and reader’s son! We’ll see how much people like this and then, if its gaining enough love, I’ll make a part 2! Also, RIP Jorah :( this was written a loooong time before Season 8 even aired so sorry for opening those wounds back up for all my Jorah fans

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except for Jaran Mormont. The rest belong to George R.R. Martin and to HBO. Any gifs used do not belong to me. They belong to their original creator.

Life was not as easy as it had once been. With fighting in the North and fighting in the South, the world felt like it was being torn in half. Your heart felt the same.

It was many years ago when you were married to Ser Jorah Mormont, heir to House Mormont. You married ten years ago, and bore him a child six years ago. For four years, you attempted to bear him a child, but after three miscarriages, you felt yourself giving up. Jorah never did though. He told you that, someday, your belly would swell with his child and it would make him the happiest man alive. And, after four years, you did. Jaran Mormont, son of Jorah Mormont. He was your pride and joy, the light of your life. The night that you pushed him into the world was the night you cried, truly cried, for the first time.

However, those days of happiness were cut short when the love of your life and the father of your son was exiled from Westeros and was forced to leave you with his family. You wanted to flee with him, but no amount of arguing would change his mind. He had no idea where he was going or where he would end up. Despite everything, he was glad that he was able to meet his son before his undeniable disappearance.

For six more years, you raised your boy by yourself. Thankfully, the Mormonts were kind enough to allow you to stay on Bear Island and keep the name “Mormont” that they valued so much. Instead of keeping the title of Lord Mormont for your son, you handed the lordship over to your goodsister. “I am not a true Mormont, and I will not preside over this house in place of my son. You are the rightful heir, dear sister.” Those were your words, five years ago, when Jorah fled. That didn’t seem to last long, however, because it seemed like sooner rather than later that Lyanna was named the Lady Mormont of Bear Island. You were glad that it was her, though; she was a strong child, no matter what people said.

When Lyanna went to Westeros, you and Jaran accompanied her. “Aunt (Y/N), I would like you to be by my side. Your advice is as good as any maester’s or lord’s.” For a girl so young, she was so wise. She was a Mormont bear, through and through. So you accepted and accompanied the little lady as her advisor and her aunt.

Over your five years without your lover, you had heard many rumors. The latest one was that he served the Targaryen girl, Khaleesi, she was called. Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen. Rightful Heir to the Iron Throne and every other title that she had added on to the end of it.

You couldn’t help yourself when you approached Jon Snow, however. He had claimed that he was leaving for Dragonstone to seek out the help of the Targaryen. Though you disapproved, you insisted on accompanying him. If Jorah was truly serving this Daenerys Targaryen, then he would follow her to the ends of the world. No matter the wrongs he has made, he was the most loyal man you ever knew. If she was at Dragonstone, then so was he.

Reluctantly, Jon Snow had agreed. Lyanna took much more time to convince, but you finally managed to change her mind. You debated a lot on taking your sweet son with you, but decided against it. Lyanna and Sansa would look after him. From all the times you had said goodbye to someone, his was the hardest. Your (E/C) eyes welled with tears, dripping from your nose and chin. He cried as well, and refused to let go of your leg. Finally, Lyanna managed to pry him from you before giving you a hug as well. You promised to return as soon as you could. Then you set off.

*At the Citadel*

When the young man had asked Jorah if there was any family that he should write to, he thought about you. His lovely wife and his lovely son. How he wished that he could write to you, telling you how much he stilled loved you and loved Jaran. He knew, however, that writing of his untimely death would kill you as much as it killed him. Deciding against it, he told the man that he was estranged to his family.

Little did he know that those words would soon be false.

*At Dragonstone*

When you met Daenerys, you weren’t surprised that Jorah had sworn fealty to her. She was strong and willful and took what she wanted. In all actuality, you could see some of him in her. And it broke your heart.

When she learned who you were, she was beyond surprised. Jorah never mentioned a wife or a child. One would think that those would be important things to mention to your queen. But since he believed that he would never see either of you again, he decided that it would be better if he tried to forget you. He found that to be impossible.

One night, out of nowhere, you received a summons from the young queen. Instead of asking you for anything material, she asked you for information. “You are Ser Jorah’s wife? And the father of his son?” You nodded your head to both softly, smiling softly. “My lady, did you know that Ser Jorah had received a royal pardon? He could have returned home to you, but he didn’t. He stayed here, with me.” At first, you were surprised at the fact that he had received a royal pardon. Your soft smile returned and your eyes softened with it. You knew that she wasn’t trying to bait you or instigate you. The child was merely curious, because a child she was.

“Your Grace, that doesn’t surprise me. I’m sure Jorah thought that I had moved on, left him for another. It had been five years, after all. Seeing me with another would kill him. Besides, he felt that your cause was worth fighting for, despite everything else.” You could see the guilt in her eyes, so you reached out and took her hand in your own. “Your Grace, I am not angry. Far from it, in fact. Jorah is a loyal man. If he believes you to be the best ruler for this country, then so do I. He does not choose sides so easily.”

Your answer seemed to be enough for the young queen, considering that she became much more open to you afterwards.

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It had been a few days after your talk with the Targaryen queen. An unfamiliar boat was seen approaching the island, so you opted to stay in your chambers while everything was being sorted out. You read for those few hours, unknowing of what was happening in the hall so close to you.

When Jorah arrived, he had no knowledge of your presence on the island. He was taken directly to Daenerys, who smiled broadly when she saw him. After finding out it was he who had arrived at Dragonstone, she asked that neither Jon nor Davos tell you of his arrival. It would make your reunion that much sweeter. After Jorah told his story of how he became cured, Daenerys told Missandei to take him to his chambers. Her smile told her friend enough, and that by his chambers, she meant yours.

Missandei knocked on your door gently, earning a look of confusion from Jorah and a call for her to enter from you. Jorah’s eyes widened when he heard your voice. It was one he could never forget. It was the one that sung him to sleep, that moaned his name, that sobbed with his child in your arms, the one that comforted him whenever he needed it. The door was opened slightly, and he stepped in, speechless.

You never looked up from your book. “What can I do for you, Missandei?” The young woman spoke with you often, and you were finally able to tell which knocks were hers and which weren’t. Hers were always firm, but soft at the same time. “(Y/N)...” The familiar voice caused your head to snap up and for the book to drop from your hands. There he stood, in the flesh and still alive.

“Jorah!” Your voice was strained with the sudden weight of tears behind your eyes as you stood shakily. In two large steps, he closed the distance between you two and engulfed you in his arms. You began to weep, as was he. You could feel his body shaking with sobs as you two held each other tightly. “Jorah, my love.” You heard the door close as Missandei left, a smile on her face, but didn’t register it. Pulling away slightly, you looked at his face. Your hand moved up, cupping his cheek gently. He was just as handsome as you remembered, only he was darker from the sun and his eyes sparkled with tears. For one of the first times in a long time, he found himself unable to speak.

Slowly, you stepped away so you could look at him. The clothes he wore were much different than what he wore on Bear Island, but it suited him. You could see the scars covering his forearms, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. The fact that he still did that made you smile tearfully. Some of the scars were old and familiar, while others were fresher. He was still taller than you, and still the complete opposite. While he was all hard lines and muscle, you were soft, round curves and plump as any woman your age was. He still found you to be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

“Oh, (Y/N). I never thought I’d see you again.” The two of you broke out into fresh sobs and embraced once more. After a while, the two of you managed to calm yourselves and moved to sit on the bed. He told you of how he contracted greyscale and of how Samwell Tarly at the Citadel managed to cure him, explaining the strange scars along his arm.

“I missed you, so much. Jaran misses you.” Your voice was still as soft as fur and still held that light tone that made you sound like you were eternally happy for some unknown reason.

After a quiet moment, he leaned down a slowly placed his lips over yours in a gentle kiss. The feeling was so familiar, it reminded you of home. “How is our boy?” He asked softly, placing kisses all over your face. “He is as well as can be. He is growing so fast, my love. Soon enough, he will be more of a bear than even your father.” You said with a soft chuckle. He nodded before leaning you back into the bed, his lips finding yours once more, though the kiss held more now. After a few moments, you pulled away. “My love, we should wait. I wouldn’t want to keep the young queen waiting.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your lips again before pulling you up to stand.

“I will return soon, my love. When I do…” His voice trailed off and he bent down to place a lingering kiss against your lips, full of promise. Your heart began to beat a little faster and you could feel your face heat. Even after all these years, he still managed to make you flustered with his simple words and simple touches. He had a soft smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before walking out.

Letting out a soft sigh, you grinned as you laid back on the bed. Your heart felt full as you thought about Jorah and the chance you had to have a real family together. It wasn’t long before Jorah returned, his face a mix of emotions. As soon as the door closed behind him, he was on top of you with his lips moving against yours. You returned the kisses but pulled away. “My love, Jorah, what’s the matter?” You asked softly. He shook his head and moved his lips back down to yours.

You knew better than to press right now, and gave into the desires you both felt. Moving your hands up his chest, you got his shirt off while he undid the laces of your dress. He pulled away for a moment, taking the time to admire the body he hadn’t seen in years. You did the same, looking over his mostly-faded scars. “I love you.” Was all he murmured before he was pulling your dress from your body and the pants from his legs. Soon enough, you were both naked and panting, stealing kisses and touching each other.

Then he was guiding his member to your own wetness, rubbing against it gently before pressing into you slowly. You let out breathy moans, resting your forehead against his chest as he began to rock against you. His thrusts were gentle and slow, but held a strength and a fierce need behind them that had you crying out. He moaned softly, his groans near your ear sending shivers down your spine. The world disappeared from around you two and became just Jorah and you, with his hips rocking into yours and your hands palming at his shoulders. The two of you climaxed together, crying out each other’s names.

He pulled out of you, laying down on the bed and pulling you into his arms. “My love, I’m sorry.” He murmured against your neck. You held him as you did before, his face buried in your chest. “For what?” You asked softly. After a moment, you felt him begin to sob. You rocked him softly, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m leaving again. North, past the wall. I’m taking you North as well, but you will go back to Winterfell. I must serve my queen.” It tore him apart. He wanted to spend time with you and Jaran, but it was his duty to serve Daenerys in whatever way he could. You felt tears begin to slide down your face as you leaned down and pressed your face against his hair. Sobbing, you held onto him tightly. “I love you. Come back to me. Come back to us.” You murmured softly and he nodded, holding onto you tightly.

It hurt, but you couldn’t stop him. You wouldn’t try and make him choose. He was your lover and always would. You knew that, no matter what, he would come back to you.

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