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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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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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levithestripper · 3 years

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Hi! Please could you write for the GOT guys on how they show their love to the reader/ what their love language is! Thank you :)

How the Starks, Lannisters, Men of the Night's Watch, Jory Cassel, Jorah Mormont, Bronn, + Sandor Clegane Show Love/Affection

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✩ Warnings: slight season 4/5 spoilers, gender-neutral reader ✩

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✩ Included characters are: Ned Stark, Robb Stark, Bran Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Jon Snow, Eddison Tollett, Grenn, Pyp, Jory Cassel, Jorah Mormont, Bonn + Sandor Clegane ✩

✩ A/N: yes ofc!! i love writing headcanons for this bunch <3 i added the night's watch since there's definitely not enough content for them!! <33 let's pretend that Robb hasn't gone off to war yet! oh and i somewhat hc that Bran is ace, so his kinda derails a bit and talks about that <3 ✩

Oh, Ned. Sweet, sweet Ned. He never stops being a lovey-dovey husband, does he? When he isn't doing anything/not doing anything important, he likes to have you sit on his lap, legs spread so they could rest on either side of his waist. Usually, your arms are draped over his shoulders or wrapped around his torso, keeping yourself close to him and his warmth. For a Northmen, Ned is surprisingly warm, almost like he's your own personal fireplace.

Ned's love language is definitely physical affection/touch. He's never been a materialistic person anyway, so he'd much rather show you love by cuddling and simple touches when he passes you in the hallway. Sure, if you see something in a store window or tchotchke* a merchant is selling that you want, it's not like he's gonna say no and not buy it. Ned loves to see your sweet face light up when you're happy, regardless of how it happens. His favorite way just happens to be endless hugs.

*tchotchke (CHOTCH-kə): a small trinket/miscellaneous item.

For Robb, he's basically the opposite of his father when it comes to showing affection towards his lover. The more things that he can buy you, the better. He enjoys showering you in gifts whenever he comes back from trips to the Capitol or White Harbor. Robb'll wrap up your gifts in pretty wrapping paper and shiny bows and will either leave them at your chamber door or give them to you directly. He loves to see your smile spread across your face when you open them, keeping his arms open for you when you launch yourself into them for a big hug.

When Bran tries to show you affection, it comes off as forced, ungenuine, even. But it's not like he means it that way! He's never had someone/somewhere he can safely express his emotions, so he doesn't know what to do. All his life he'd assumed that his partner would be chosen for him, like Sansa and Joffrey, so he never bothered to give it much thought. Now that he's beyond the wall, crippled, away from everything he once knew, loving someone he chooses to love is new and confusing.

Eventually, Bran does communicate this to you when you asked him why it seemed like he didn't want to be affectionate with you anymore. Knowing him and his past, Bran's explanation comforts your anxious thoughts. You offered to take it slow, not running into anything massive too quickly to help prevent Bran from getting cold feet. Seeing you be so accepting of him and his worries, Bran falls even deeper in love with you.

Ever so slowly, Bran gets more comfortable holding your hand and cuddling (alone + with others around). He grows to love kissing all over your face, holding your soft cheeks in his hands as he peppers the kisses all over. When he has his visions, instead of walking around and exploring whatever world he was thrown into that time; he uses it instead to walk around hand in hand with you. But if Bran really had to pick a love language, it'd be physical affection.

You and Bran are content with purely romantic acts, neither of you wishing to reach 'third base'. You weren't sure if it was because of Bran's disability or something else, but he never had the urges a man his age typically does. Growing up, your mother always told you about how your husband would have these 'urges' Bran doesn't seem to have.

Once, Bran asked you if you were unhappy that he didn't want to have sex. Asked if you'd rather want someone who wasn't 'broken. It broke your heart hearing him ask that, seeing how tears welled up in his eyes. You reassured him repeatedly, wanting to solidify that you loved him regardless of whether he wanted sex or not. Sex wasn't ever the main pillar holding up the relationship, and it's completely okay that it won't ever be even a column supporting it.

Tyrion's love language is complicated at best. He's used to just flaunting his money everywhere and getting what he wants, whether it be power, girls, or buying someone's silence. But he doesn't want to do that with you, it seems cheap to him. Tyrion's a busy man, he always seems to be doing something. If he's not doing anything now, there are most likely other things screaming at him he needs to finish.

So how does a busy man like Tyrion show his lover some well-deserved attention? He already gave you full access to everything in the Red Keep; ranging anywhere between unlimited access to his personal chambers and the Maester's library. The best way was by carving out time in his day that's purely dedicated to quality time with you. He doesn't care where you want to hang out, hell, you could want to hang out in the dungeons and he'd be okay with it. As long as he can either sit next to you or walk hand in hand, Tyrion's set.

Unsurprisingly, both Lannister brothers aren't very materialistic in their love languages. Jaime's favorite way to show he loves you is a combination between quality time (like Tyrion) and physical affection. What's a good way to combine both? Dancing. Yeah, seriously. Jaime couldn't care if there wasn't any music, either.

It'd be just like any other day, you'll be lounging around on his bed, waiting for him to be done with the duties that keep him away so long. You had grown bored of walking through the gardens or practicing your painting skills with other artists that were strewn about said gardens. So you had wound up back here where you had begun.

When Jaime did finally show up, you had shot out of bed to greet him, falling into his waiting arms for a hug. He had taken off his armor in the armory, leaving him all exposed to accept your big hugs and affection. You could feel his cheek rest on top of your head, nose nuzzling your hair sweetly. "Missed you s'much, sweetheart."

"Missed you too, Jaime." Your face was pressed up against his warm chest, his comforting embrace making you feel drowsy.

The two of you slowly started to sway back and forth, eventually making your way to the bed and flopping down on it in a fit of giggles.

Jon is a lot like Bran when it comes to showing affection. He's not nearly as bad at it, but he's not great. But the further along you get in your relationship, the more comfortable he gets. Jon gets embarrassed quickly, so doing small things for you around Castle Black is his preferred way of giving affection. When he notices that your bedsheets are messy, he'll make your bed for you. Is the stitching coming out on your cloak? He'll have it stitched up for you even better than it was before. Did you stay up super late last night and you had guard duty in the morning? He'll take your shift for you, letting you sleep in.

And in the mornings, Jon likes to wake you up by kissing the tip of your nose a bunch until you wake up with a sleepy smile on your face. Hello kisses and goodbye kisses are a must!! When you leave your shared bedroom in the morning? A kiss on the lips. When you see him in the common area inside? A kiss on the lips (or cheek, depending on who is around). He just can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of him, not like he minds one bit.

Edd may be all pessimistic and sarcastic, but he's more than happy to pamper you all you want (don't tell anyone, but he loves being pampered as well!! <3). Surprisingly enough, Edd's kinda clingy! He can't get enough of hugging you from behind while you're cleaning or cooking (<33) with his head resting gently on your shoulder. If you're a ranger, he'll occasionally make his way up onto the wall to hang out with you while you're on guard duty. Edd'll either hug you from behind again while y'all chat, or he'll kneel next to the fire you have burning. This man is so touch starved it's insane, just love on him 'till he melts <3

Like many other men of the Night's Watch, Grenn is touch starved as well. Hold his hand tightly as you walk? He's blushing as red as his hair. Always riding close if you accompany Grenn on a ranging mission? Close enough that either of you could lean over and kiss their cheek? Yes, please! More of that!! Every night when you go to bed, Grenn hugs you tightly for what feels like hours. He holds the back of your head against his chest with his hand, never wanting to let you go. Grenn desperately wishes that you could share his bed with him, but since he didn't have his own room like the Lord Commander does, he couldn't. (Technically he still could, but he'd rather not get 'teased' made fun of by some of the shittier members).

Pyp, on the other hand, would much rather spend time with you on a traditional date than just cuddling all the time. Don't get me wrong, he loves your hugs, but he just can't sit still long enough for a drawn-out cuddle session. Pyp likes to sneak out at night to take you out to dinner at a tavern, or to walk up a hiking trail. Sometimes while you're walking, an animal will scurry across the path and make Pyp squeal like a little girl. He makes you swear that you won't tell Grenn or Edd and you do, which he rewards with a smooch <3

He might not be as physically affectionate as his friends are, but you can't sleep on his kissing skills one bit. Out of all his brothers, he's for sure the best at it. The way his smaller hands cup your face, keeping you close. Everything about it just feels right. You enjoy seeing how red his ears get when you compliment him on it too.

Getting affection from Jory is legit some of the best loving in all of Westeros. Hugs, gifts, quality time, you name it. When you two were still in Winterfell together his favorite activity to do with you was playing in the snow by the godswood. He'd push you face-first into a pile of snow and laughs his ass off when you shriek when you got a mouthful of snow. In retaliation, you push him back once you get up, making Jory yelp and fall on his ass in a fit of laughter. Once you two were done tormenting each other, you'd either build a snowman together or build separate ones in a competition. Even if he technically had the 'better' snowman, most of the time he'd let you win if there wasn't another person to judge them. But when Jory did win, he rubbed it in your face (teasingly ofc!) for days. It's all worth it in the end when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you like it's your wedding night <3

Jorah is a shy lover regardless of how long you two have been in a relationship. Given that he'd rather stay away from PDA, Jorah prefers to leave you small gifts here and there. A bouquet of flowers, a new dress/shirt/trousers from Meereen merchants, or even your own sword/armor if you can fight or are interested in learning how! If you don't know how to, he'd take great pride in teaching you. Seeing how much you improve over the course of the lessons swells Jorah's heart with pride.

Honestly, Bronn shows his affection through fucking physical affection and he can't get enough of it. Kisses, hugs, piggyback rides (you're not allowed to tell anyone about those! he'll explode if anyone found out). When he leaves for work in the morning (as Tyrion's bodyguard) he'll gather your face in his hands and kiss you softly, your foreheads pressed together lovingly afterwords. If he knows there's gonna be something dangerous going on that day, Bronn'll whisper faint, sweet nothings to you before he leaves. Mostly about how much he loves you and cares about you, that he'll be there to hold you again later that night. Bronn places a few more kisses on your face and the back of your hand if he's feeling particularly lovey that morning.

My sweetheart Sandor is a big grumpy baby and I Love Him. You're much more physically + verbally affectionate than he is, but that doesn't mean you don't adore your silent bear of a boyfriend any less. When you go on your 'I'm complimenting the fuck out of my boyfriend b/c I love him too fucking much' mode, you could see with every compliment you gave him, his face grew redder and redder, eyes averting shyly and a big pouty look spreading across his sweet face. Sandor'll grumble a bit, insisting that he's not nearly that cute or sweet, but it only makes you compliment him harder. Eventually, you just lay yourself over his crossed legs dramatically, pretending to be exasperated all to hear his deep, throaty chuckle. Sandor's hand's card through your hair, pushing it away from your face to kiss your forehead.

Sure, he may not always be the one to hold your hand first or engage in constant PDA; but if he sees someone come up to you that he doesn't like (which is most people if I'm being honest) you can believe that his arms are going to be wrapped around your waist in a heartbeat.

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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You Never Raised Me (Alliser Thorne x BastardDaughter!Reader, Eddison Tollett x Female!Reader)

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Eddison Tollett x Female!reader, Alliser Thorne x BastardDaughter!reader, Samwell Tarly, Jon Snow, Grenn & Pyp x Female!reader (platonic)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters and plots from ASOIAF/GOT. That all belongs to George. R. R. Martin and HBO

Prompt: Tensions are high at Castle Black with the murder of Jeor Mormont and preparing for war against the Wildlings with threat of White Walkers in the distance. The arrival of an unexpected visitor brings both complications and new beginnings to many brothers of the Night’s Watch.

Warnings: profanity, violence, mentions of attempted assault, death, allusions to sex. Dialogue that degrades and Thorne being an ass.

Word count: 3000+

The cup hit the wall with a loud *bang* before falling to the floor. It’s contents splattered against the pavement and dripped to the ground while the echo of the cup filled the now silent room.

Alliser Thorne stood from his chair, nearly making it fall back from the force while his face wore a glare. The person it was directed towards stood stoic, not even flinching by the outburst. They were dressed in complete black leather and stood with their arms crossed over their chest.

“I have enough shit to worry about. The wildlings, these untrained men. Now I have to deal with this fucking mutineer shit and you.” They bit back a smirk at the distaste in his tone.

“It’s nice to see you to again, father.”

“Don’t even with me girl,” he hissed, turning away from her gaze.

“Girl,” she scoffed, “Is that any way to talk to your daughter. I have traveled a long way to see you and this is the greeting I get.”

“I didn’t make you come here did I, Y/N?” Alliser raised his voice, not caring if the brothers could hear from outside, “You were always a stupid girl growing up--.”

“How would you know?” Y/N spat, eyes becoming cold, “You were hardly ever there even before you took the black.” Alliser halted his pacing, facing his estranged daughter before slowly approaching her.

“We were at war,” his tone held an edge. He towered over Y/N and looked down her with a scowl. “Your mother and I were not married--we weren’t even courting, Y/N. She was just the lucky whore I came across in the brothel when I needed to forget about how shitty the world was.” His words were harsh, but they didn’t faze her.

“Yet you supplied her with money and necessities.”

“So she was able to provide for you.”

“But you didn’t want to know me? All those chances you had. All those times you came by the cottage --the one you so graciously helped her pay for, you could’ve taken the time to chat with me. To know me.” Her stance faltered a bit, the emotions becoming too much. “But you didn’t.”

“I had a duty to the country,” he tried to reason with her, “A duty to my king, my family, my House and we were on the losing side of that war. What did you expect me to do?”

“You could have stayed!” Y/N seethed, the anger she had been holding in finally letting loose, “You could’ve stayed. You didn’t have to love her, you didn’t have marry her, but you could’ve stayed for me. I was your daughter--your only daughter and I wasn’t enough for you to stay. Not for one day, not even an hour.”

“We’re not discussing this,” Alliser shook his head, having had enough of the conversation. Y/N however, she had been waiting years for this and wasn’t about to let him walk away from it.

She followed him out the door much to his dismay, ignoring any brother of the watch who was watching with curious eyes. “Why not? Can’t face the truth? I took you for a man of honor yet you can’t even look me in the eyes and admit it.”

The man spun around making the woman almost collide with him had she not slowed her pace. His glare was hard, burning into her and Y/N knew she hit a nerve in her father. Could she really even call him that? He never was a father to her, only the man who provided half her blood.

“I’d watch your tongue, girl. You may not be ready to hear the truth so save yourself from the heartbreak and leave. Women don’t belong at Castle Black.”

He turned on his heel and left her standing there before she could respond. Y/N remained stilled, her gaze boring into his retreating figure, shoulders shaking from the anger she was feeling.

Taking a deep inhale, Y/N straightened her posture. She went to turn around but froze when a group of five stood about ten feet from here, obviously having heard the conversation take place between her and Thorne.

The group consisted of a few young men, one with dark curly hair, one with a with very short almost cropped hair, a tall built man with a goatee and a man who was on the round side. The last man was a little older than the rest, probably closer to her age and lean built with brown hair just slightly above his shoulders.

They were all looking rather perplexed, having witnessed the young woman being dragged by Thorne the moment she trotted through the gates on horse and just now when she chased him out the door. They were curious what her relation to him was, and why he looked so frustrated by her presence and her constant glare on him.

They got their answer when they were standing a little too close to the room the two were in. They heard everything that was said, and boy were they shocked to discover the woman standing in front of them was the bastard daughter of the one and only Alliser Thorne.

Having had enough of their staring, Y/N glared at them. “Don’t you fuckers have anything better to do?” She spat, “Keep staring at me and I’ll fucking gouge your eyes out.”

She was walking away before any of them could get a word out. They watched in stunned belief as she headed toward the area where Maester Aemon resided and disappeared around the corner.

“You believe it now, Edd?” Jon nudged the man when she was out of their sight. The oldest of the bunch didn’t believe she was Thorne’s blood when they first heard, defending himself by saying ‘well for starters she looks nothing like him, way more prettier than I would’ve thought a daughter of his would look like.’

“Yeah,” Edd grumbled, rolling his eyes. “She’s his fucking daughter alright. As if we needed another Thorne in this place.”

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A few days had passed and Y/N was still present at Castle Black much to her fathers dismay. It was his loyalty and high regard for Maester Aemon that the acting Lord Commander allowed her to stay. The older wise man felt that since he allowed Gilly, Samwell’s Wildling friend to stay, then the same privilege should be allowed for Thorne’s daughter.

“I will let you know now that if any of your brothers try to touch me,” she warned, “This castle be more unmanned then it was when I first arrived.”

Many of the men would stare at her with lust filled eyes. They had been deprived of women for a long time, and seeing one in the flesh made them have tempting thoughts. Some were smart though, they would look but wouldn’t dare to touch. They feared Thorne would have their head if they did.

Others however, they were fools to say the least. Ones who witnessed how Thorne treated her made them feel they would be able to get away with their dark desires.

This didn’t end well for them. Maester Aemon found himself having to patch up several brothers with stab wounds to the groin area, lacerations to their arms, one even suffered a concussion and broken nose when the woman brought them to their knees and smashed their head against the wooded bench.

Jon Snow and his friends happened to witness the mans failed attempt at trying to overpower Y/N. They had just walked into the kitchens, having heard the sounds of groaning and shuffling from outside, and froze in the doorway. She had just got him on his knees after a hard kick to the groin, before taking the back of his head and neck in her hands and driving his face into the wood. He hit the lumber with a loud *crack* immediately breaking his nose and Y/N pushed his now slump, unconscious body to the ground.

Bringing a hand to her face, she brushed away the hair in her face that had fallen from her tie during the ordeal. She gave one last kick to his ribs for good measure. The sound of someone clearing their throat made Y/N jump and put on a protective stance, however she became relaxed upon seeing the group.

“First one today?” Jon wondered aloud, his eyes on the fallen brother.

“Third,” she corrected, making his hand snap up. “tenth total since I’ve arrived. You would have thought your brothers got the message by now.” The tone of her voice was full of annoyance, which none of the men could blame.

“If you couldn’t tell, Castle Black is full of idiots and stupid decisions,” Edd grumbled from the side. Her eyes trailed over to his, narrowing slightly though she had a ghost of a smirk on her lips.

“It may have crossed my mind a time or two.”

“We’ll get this one to the maester,” Sam announced with a sigh, Grenn moving with him to pick up the unconscious man. Sam to the legs and Grenn to his upper body, the two men picked up the brother and carried him out, Pyp holding the door for them and following them to offer any other assistance leaving Jon and Edd alone with Y/N.

Three cups of ale were placed on the table, each of them grabbing one before taking respected seats on the benches. Jon and Edd were surprised at how well she drank the ale without scowling in disgust like most people do the first time they tried it.

“Drink this kind of stuff often?” Jon asked from beside her, taking a sip of his own ale.

“When you’re poor as shit and it’s all you can afford, you get used to it pretty quickly.”

“Where are you from?”

“I’ll give you a hit, I’m a Waters.”

“The Crownlands.” Edd mumbled which received a nod from the woman. She took another swig from her ale before replying, “Flea Bottom to be exact, at least until my mother obtained enough money from the brothel and Thorne to move us out.” Both the men raised their eyebrows, not expecting

“How’d a girl like you learned how to fight and swing a sword in Flea Bottom?” Jon asked before he could stop himself, Edd shooting him a look. There was silent from Y/N, her gaze focused on the cracks of the table before she slowly lifted her face so she could look at the two men.

A soft sigh released from her, eyes moving between Edd and Jon, “Girls like me get hurt in the world we live in. I had to teach myself, so I could fight for myself when no one would fight for me.”

Over the course of her stay at Castle Black, the woman became relaxed around the five men, often leaving her guard a little down. They were the few who never looked at her with desire, mostly curiosity, and would go out of their way to ask if she were alright. It was obvious they were intimidated, but they respected her with them admiring her combat skills.

Most of the nights, she found herself with Sam and Gilly in the library where the young man would help them read. Her reading wasn’t the best having not grown up in a noble lifestyle, but she could make out some words to get the overall message of a sentence.

To humiliate both of them, Thorne had Jon and Y/N go against each other when training just the day after she had arrived. All around were shocked. The best fighter and swordsman at Castle Black up against the daughter of their acting Lord Commander, who they thought probably had never picked up a sword in her life.

Boy were they surprised.

Jon had trouble keeping up with Y/N, but managed overall until she finally disarmed him. Thorne was speechless, his face completely stunned when it was finished. Many of the brothers mirroring his expression. Glaring at Jon briefly, he turned his attention to the smug woman. “Where the fuck did you learn how to fight?”

Dropping the sword to the ground with a glare, “You figure out ways to entertain yourself when you’re bored.” Not waiting to be dismissed, she was gone from the courtyard before Thorne could give a witty response. Eyes were on her until she disappeared, and then they all directed back to Thorne. Many trying to bit back laughs at the strong mans expression.

Thorne was holding back his anger, pissed to have been on the opposite end of what he was trying to impose. Noticing the look of the men around him made it more agitating. “What the fuck are you cocksuckers looking at?! Pick up yer sword and get back to training.”

Whether he was impressed by Y/N or not he’d never admit, although he wouldn’t deny he felt some type of pleasure seeing Jon Snow get disarmed and thrown to the ground by a girl nonetheless.

When Jon was summoned by Thorne when everyone was eating, minus Y/N and Gilly since Thorne disproved of them dining with the brothers, he was allowed permission to lead a raid against the mutiny at Craster’s Keep. The condition though was it was to be with volunteers only. The young man surprised Thorne by asking if Y/N could join them in the conquest. The two having talked about it earlier in the day and Y/N telling him she wanted to help.

“Why the fuck would you want to take her?”

“She’s an excellent swordswoman.--”

“She’s never been in combat and she’s a woman. She’s no brother of the Night’s Watch.”

“And yet she has proven to be a better fighter than any other brother here.” Jon defended. He glanced briefly to the men at the high table, “She even managed to disarm me.”

Thorne looked smug, “Are you sure you didn’t just let her disarm you?” Jon straightened his poster.

“When have you ever known me to let one one overpower me. She disarmed me. Rightfully so.”

Alliser scoffed, Janos beside him following in suit. “I’ll tell you what Snow, I’ll allow Y/N to go with you, but if she dies then that’s on yours and hers stupidity. I won’t take the blame for.”

Jon was clenching his fists behind him, willing himself to keep a calm demeanor. “Thank you, Ser Alliser.”

Of all things the mutineers expected when the Night’s Watch came for them, not once did it come across their minds that their former brothers would be accompanied by a woman.

“What the fuc---.” Poor guy never got to finish his sentence for his throat was met with Y/N’s knife. Screams ignited the keep, the women hostage running in all directions trying to find their sisters and the mutineers going head to head with the brothers. Y/N dodged the attacks of those who sought her out, although she did take a hit or two.

Her face had become bloodied when one of the mutineers got a good punch to her mouth, but Y/N managed to blind him by spitting blood in his face. This gave her enough time to drive her knife into his heart, his body falling limp to the ground.

Edd was keeping a close eye on her, as was Gren and Jon. They were all putting in all their might against their opponents, blood spewing and groans emitting.

Finally after what felt like hours, the fighting seized with Jon exiting the cabin while Gren and Y/N finished off the last mutineer. Edd had retrieved the bodies of the fallen brothers, Locke being among them.

“There’s no way one of the mutineers did that to him,” She cringed away from his broken neck, her eyes meeting Edd’s for a brief moment. His ears turned slightly red, snapping his head away from her.

There was no lie Y/N was an attractive woman. Everything about her was, from her looks, to her intelligence, wit, and especially her skills. The more the two talked, either when doing duties or at dinner with Jon and the others, he would feel his heart speed up whenever she looked at him or spoke directly too him.

It didn’t take much for him to realize what he was feeling.

‘Leave it to me to fall for Thorne’s daughter of all people,’ he thought, ‘It’s as if I wanted Thorne to be the one to kill me after all.’

Alliser never spared Y/N a glance when they returned, and the woman had her glare burning into his back when he walked away. There wasn’t much time before the Wildlings would attack, and Y/N was frustrated by how her father was acting towards her knowing they could die soon.

It was nightfall when Edd found her seated by the fire in mess hall, a cup of what was most likely ale in her hand. The man was looking for Jon and Sam, expecting them to be there since they were not in the library and Edd found himself startled when he met her eyes after she jumped by the sound of the door opening.

“Sorry,” he stuttered, “I thought Jon and Sam would be in here.” Edd noticed her turn her head away from him, hand going to her face and Edd swore he heard a sniffle.

“It’s alright,” her voice was hoarse, “Last I saw they were heading to the top,” another sniffle, Y/N shook her head, “They are probably still there.” Her gaze returned to the fire, which she was awfully close too. It allowed her face to be illuminated in the otherwise dark room and from where Edd was standing, he could see remanence of tear streaks on her face.

There was an awkward silence, Edd cursing in his head for not knowing whether he should just leave her be or ask if she were alright. Either decision could have an unpleasant outcome, and the man slowly closed the door that had been open since he first entered the room.

“Are you alright?” He tried to give a genuine tone as best as he could while still being cautious. The last thing he wanted was to offend and make her even more upset.

Her shoulders rose ever so slightly, before slumping down, a sigh leaving her lips. “I’m just exhausted,” the woman admitted, “Over everything. I should’ve never came here, Edd. I was a fool to think he would change.”

Edd was shocked at how open she was being. Y/N had kept a lot about herself and the relationship she had with Thorne private. “Thorne’s an ass and I feel sorry you had to have him as a father.”

“Father,” she scoffed, eyes closing briefly, “He doesn’t deserve such a title. He was never a father, and I’m just a silly girl who yearned for him to become one. Once my mother had enough money to handle me on her own he stopped showing up. That was about a year or two before the rebellion. I didn’t know he took the black until years later, seemingly thinking he died in battle.”

By now Edd had made his way toward Y/N, taking a seat next to her in front of the hearth. She passed him her cup of ale, and he took it in his hands before sipping it. “You’re not silly to want your parents love and affection,” he told her, “even if they are undeserving of it.”

She looked to the ground, playing with the laces of her boots, “Doesn’t make it any less painful.” Edd sighed, unsure of what to say that could make it better for her.

“It’s his loss you know,” he muttered, taking another swig of the ale, “Thorne is lucky to have someone like you as a daughter, he is just too bloody blind to see it.”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Edd.”

“It’s not a lie,” he turned his head toward her, “You’re smart, witty, you are probably the most skilled and best fighter we have in this damn castle. Seven Hells, you brought Jon down to the ground!” He exclaimed causing Y/N to lift her head, a small smile coming to her lips at the memory.

“And boy do you have a temper,” Edd grumbled and Y/N lifted her eyebrow at him. He lifted his hands in surrender, “Let’s not forget you threatened to gouge mine and the others eyes out cause we were staring at you.”

This made her chuckle, the sound making Edd relax. “Listen, Y/N, Thorne is a fool to not see how blessed he is to have you as his daughter. Will he ever change? I can’t say I see it happening,” he admitted and he cursed at himself when she frowned, “but you shouldn’t waste your time trying to prove yourself to him.”

Silence overtook them, and Edd feared his words may have offended her. A lone tear had fell from her eyes, Y/N moving to brush it away. To his surprise, the frown on her face curled up into a small but sad smile. “You’re right, Edd. I shouldn’t prove myself to him anymore that I am worthy of his attention, I know I am worth it and he is just a fool to not acknowledge it.”

Edd felt his own lips curl up, and then a blush overtook him when Y/N leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. His heart skipped and started to beat at a rapid pace, his entire demeanor becoming flustered.

“Thank you,” she said, “You’ve been nothing but kind to me ever since I came here, Edd. I’m grateful by your words and I’m sorry to have brought my mess and problems onto you.”

Edd cursed mentally by how beautiful she looked next to him. The feelings he had developed were hard to ignore, and Edd feared he would not be able to keep them hidden any longer. He prayed to the Gods she didn’t notice how nervous he suddenly was, “I-It’s not a problem, Y-Y/N.”

The waiver in his voice concerned her, especially after how calm and collected he was just moments before. “Are you alright, Edd? Are you cold?” It was late at night and the wind became cooler outside, so naturally Y/N thought the man was in need of warmth.

“No, no, shit.” he cursed, “I-I’m not cold, I’m....,” he trailed off, blushing more and unable to form the words he so badly wanted to say. “I’m just, not use to that.”

“Used to what?” she questioned before it suddenly came to her, “oh the kiss you mean. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I should’ve asked before doing such a thing.” While she remained calm on the outside, Y/N was panicking on the inside.

Over the time in Castle Black, Y/N grew fond of Edd. He was kind to her and treated her with respect despite her threatening them during their first interaction. She found him attractive, and his pessimism and sarcasm often humored her. The feelings towards him were slow, and grew over time, but there was the fear he would reject her being the situation they were in.

She was the acting Lord Commander’s bastard daughter, and he was a sworn member of the Night’s Watch. Acting on any feelings they may have toward each other was a death sentence in itself.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he assured her. Her face turned to an expression he couldn’t quite point out.

“Have you ever kissed a woman before, Edd?” The question took him off guard, ears turning completely red and he avoided her eyes by focusing his attention on the fire in front of them.

“N-no I’ve never,” He expected her to laugh at him, but instead her ungloved hand went to rest on top of his gloved one that was on his knee. The action made him look at them briefly before meeting her eyes.

Y/N’s expression was soft, and her eyes sparkled from the light of the fire. It made Edd blush once more, and she smiled at him. “It could possibly be our last night,” she said in a low, innocent tone, “Would you like to know what it’s like to kiss one?”

At the rate that his heart was beating, Edd was surprised it didn’t explode from his chest. Oh how bad he wanted too, especially with how it really could be their last night alive and he would never get the chance if something were to happen to them. “I-I don’t know, Y/N.” He avoided looking at her.

She would be lying if she said her heart didn’t stung by his words. “I won’t pressure you, Edd. I’m sorry for you if my words made it seem so.” She removed her hand from his, but Edd was quick to grab it again although not too harsh so he didn’t accidently harm her.

“No--fuck. It’s not that I don’t want to, Y/N, believe me I would want nothing more,” his words made her heart speed up, “But I feel something for you, something I know I shouldn’t giving we are in this shit hole and your father could easily have my head for.”

“Edd...”

“I understand if you do not feel the same which is why--.”

“Edd, please stop talking.” His mouth snapped shut and slowly he returned his gaze to her. She scooted closed to him. “You always do the right thing, don’t you?”

Edd nodded. She moved her face so it was right in front of his, and Edd swore she could hear how fast his heart was racing.

“Do me a favor,” she whispered, lips brushing against his. “Do the wrong thing, for once in your life.”

And with that, her lips touched his and Edd leaned in to reciprocate. He kissed her back with just as much enthusiasm, sparks running through him and filling his body with heat. His hand went to her cheek, moving to hold her neck and Edd shuddered when she let out a moan.

“Wow,” he breathed out. She chuckled, pushing him back so he was laying down and crawled on top of him. He wasn’t sure if the heat he was feeling was from him or the fire, but he didn’t care. She toyed at the strings of his clothes, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Wanna keep doing the wrong thing, Edd?”

He nodded, and she began undoing the ties, “someone could walk in?” He told her.

“They’re all asleep,” she replied, “we’ll just have to be quiet. Think you can manage, we don’t want my old man to waltz in do we.” The thought of Thorne walking in both terrified and excited Edd.

“Can you?” He challenged, and his blood flowed down when she smirked at him, the light of the fire giving her a beautiful aura.

“If I make sounds,” she leaned down, her mouth whispering against his, “it just means you’re giving me what I desire.”

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GAME OF THRONES REQUESTS OPEN

Jorah Mormont

Jon Snow

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Edd Tollett

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awolfhasnoname · 5 years

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Part two of The Crow and the Wolf??

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A Secret Revealed

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

Requested by: a mixture of two anon requests; one asked for reuniting w Sandor, the other asked for like a secret relationship being made apparent

Warnings: smut, swearing, references to battle (battle of winterfell), injury

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As the dust and ash settled over winterfell and the surrounding areas, you banged on the gates of the castle. “Let me into this fucking keep!” You called, almost stumbling forward when a bedraggled Knight of the Vale yanked the gates open.

“Lady...?”

“YLN,” you said, swiping a hand over your face. “Sorry. Lady YN of House YLN. I fought in the battle... I’ve been... I got trapped under some rubble,”

The knight bowed his head and lead you into the main castle. “I’m sure Lord Snow and Lady Stark will be pleased to see you,” he said. “Two noble houses became extinct from the battle... they’ll be relieved to know a northern house is still intact,”

“Just about,” you said grimly, giving the knight a thankful smile as he knocked on the war room door, announcing your name. Once a low voice acknowledged the call, you entered the room.

“Lady YN!” Sansa Stark said, her voice relieved, but her face etched with pain.

“My lady,” you said gently, accepting her brief hug, before Jon clapped a hand to your shoulder. “Lord Tyrion... Ser Jaime...” you nodded at the Lannister brothers. “Lord Stark...” Bran nodded, looking as distant as ever. “Your Highness,” you said to Daenerys before turning back to everyone. “How bad?”

They all looked at one another, before Tyrion spoke up. “Heavy casualties. Theon Greyjoy, Jorah and Lyanna Mormont, Alys Karstark, Eddison Tollett, Beric Dondarrion... all gone...”

“The end of house Mormont and house Karstark,” you murmured, bowing your head. “What will we do with... with the bodies? I can’t bare the thought of having to battle our friends and allies as undead,”

“We won’t have to,” Bran said. “When Arya killed the Night king, all of the wights and the whitewalkers were destroyed,” you nodded, relieved.

“We are going to burn them,” Jon said. “The ground is frozen solid, even after the dragon fire, and there are too many for shallow graves,”

“And I refuse to throw them in mass burial pits,” Sansa added.

“They deserve to go with dignity,” Tyrion confirmed.

“I’ll help. Build the pyres, I mean. And... and prepare the bodies,” you promised.

“Thank you,” Jon said.

“You need to go to the maester first,” Bran murmured. “You were stuck under rubble... surrounded by the dead,”

***

You were one of the last to leave, finally walking back to the keep behind Jon, Sansa and Daenerys. Together, you waited for the fires to die down before allowing the victory feast to commence. The wine flowed and people laughed and jested with relief. Tormund Giantsbane, who was by now extremely drunk, was on his fifth speech of the night, praising his little crow, calling for everyone to cheer and scream for him.

As you sat with Brienne of Tarth, talking in hushed voices, you heard a gruff voice that sounded distinctly familiar.

“My Lady?” Brienne said, catching your attention.

“Sorry... what?”

“More wine? Although on second thought...” she said, lowering the flagon.

“I’m sorry. I... thought I heard someone...” you mumbled, quickly hiding your face in your cup.

“No matter. I think it was just Clegane telling another serving girl to piss off,” Brienne said, looking over her shoulder briefly.

Your eyes widened. “Clegane... Sandor?” You said, more to yourself than anything else. “He’s alive?” Before Brienne has time to respond, you had pushed away from the bench, walking in the general direction of the voice. “Sandor?” You called, eyebrows knitted together.

The shrillness of your voice rang out across the room as the musicians stopped playing, silence descending. Across the hall, Sandor stared at you in disbelief, and before either of you could think rationally about reputations or honour or propriety, you were on each other, his lips covering yours in a bruising kiss that you hadn’t felt for gods know how long.

“I thought you were dead...” you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks.

“And leave you here? Not a chance,” he replied gruffly, voice thick with emotion.

As you pulled away from one another, you became very aware of the hall full of northerners, knights and wildlings, as well as the lords you had been so desperate to prove your worth as the lady of your house to.

“I didn’t know you had a girl, Hound!” Tormund called out first, raising his drinking horn and grinning from ear to ear.

“Fuck off,” Sandor said, though even in the flickering candle light, you could see he was flushing slightly. “I haven’t got a girl. I’ve got a fuckin’ lady,”

“And you’re fucking a lady too!” He said for all to hear, before drinking deeply from his horn. As the festivities picked back up, Sandor grasped your wrist in his hand, pulling you out of the hall, and you could have sworn you heard a wolf whistle.

***

“I’ve- fuck- I’ve missed you,” you whined softly, reaching up to caress his scarred cheek. Sandor hovered over you, his weight propped on one forearm as his free hand reached between your legs, tracing over your folds, knowing how to make you moan from memory.

“Me too,” he grunted, slipping a thick finger into you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around it. “But I was a walking ransom for abandoning the king, and I wasn’t gonna include you in the price,”

You whimpered quietly as he began crooking his finger, massaging your sweet spot. “Sandor, please?” You moaned. “Please, I need you... need to feel you inside me... need you to make me yours again,” you begged, arching your back.

“Make you mine again, eh? I don’t remember you stopping being mine,” he teased and you whimpered, squealing as he practically tore your dress off your body. Pressing your lips together, you reached between your bodies, cupping his thick, heavy cock through his breeches, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Shhh, my little dove,” he said gently. “I’ll fuck you good and proper, yeah?” You nodded eagerly, parting your legs to accommodate his broad thighs. Cock in hand, he lined up with your entrance, slowly pushing into you, hissing at your tight heat. He had been making do with his own hand for far too long, and the feeling of your channel stretching around him, drenching his length with your arousal was like heaven. You felt similar, the stretch of his thick cock making your eyes roll back. “YN... fuck- I won’t be gentle,” he warned, needing you.

“Then don’t be,” you breathed, legs already wrapping around his waist. Instantly, Sandor began thrusting, his control slipping as he pounded into you, his hips slapping against yours, your wetness causing lewd noises to fill the room.

You clapped a hand over your mouth to suppress your cries, but he grasped your wrist and held it above your head, grunting. “P-people will hear!” You moaned, trying to rock your hips up.

“I don’t give a fuck. They’re at the feast. And if they do hear... who gives a shit. You’re mine!” He growled into your ear, the final sentence punctuated by a sharp thrust that had you moaning, tugging your hand from his grasp to wrap around his neck, yanking on fistfuls of his hair.

“Fuck!” You cried out, making him chuckle.

“Not very fuckin’ ladylike,” he grunted and you moaned in response, now scraping your nails down his back.

“Sandor, please!” You moaned, and he felt the spasming of your cunt, knowing you were close.

“That’s it,” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Come on my cock, girl, that’s it,” he instructed and you nodded, tightening your limbs around him as you shattered around his thick cock, crying his name and not caring if the whole of the North heard you.

Sandor grunted, your release pushing him over the edge, and he filled you with his seed, your name falling from his lips in a low chant.

Panting, he pulled out of you, pulling your twitching form into his side and drawing the furs up over you. “From now on,” he murmured through breaths as you nuzzled your face into his chest. “From now on, we stay together,”

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dreamer-snail · 5 years

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Request List

This list is in rough order of which fandoms/characters I prefer to write for--most preferred at the top, lesser preferred towards the bottom.

Rules/Notes:

All of my fics are character x reader (primarily romantic, but I’m open to platonic). I do not write ships because that’s just not my style.

I AM open to other characters within these fandoms, so you can request them, but I might not complete/take on the request.

I can write fluff, angst, and the likes, but I don’t write full smut besides some possibly heated scenes.

I will write for almost all gender and sexuality pairings (i.e. boy x girl, girl x girl, boy x boy, genderfluid/non binary, etc.), however, all of my writings will be written with an AFAB reader in mind unless specifically requested.

P.S. - I do not make any of the gifs I use so full credit to those who made them.

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Updated: January 24, 2023

The Last of Us (games Part I & II)

Ellie Williams

Jesse

Joel Miller

Uncharted (games)

Samuel Drake

Nadine Ross

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Platonic times with the party

Love and Monsters

Joel Dawson

Minnow (and Clyde) [platonic only!!!]

Game of Thrones

Robb Stark

Jon Snow

Eddison Tollett

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski (no Void)

Kira Yukimura

Anne With an E

Gilbert Blithe

The Maze Runner

Newt

Minho

Thomas

Gally

Brenda

Marvel

Peter Parker (TH and PS4)

Miles Morales (Spider-Verse and PS4)

American Assassin (movie)

Mitch Rapp

Star Wars

Cal Kestis

Discontinued Fandoms:

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts

Invincible

The Legend of Korra

Shazam!

The Umbrella Academy

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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Game of Thrones - Love Letter and Handwriting Headcanons

In this preference, you'll be writing to: 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, Arianne Martell

my own silly fanfic made me think of this bc there’s letter writing later on in that. whee!

Ned Stark

His handwriting is neat, evenly spaced and fairly plain. It’s easily readable, which is the point - he knows not everyone is well-versed in letters and he tries to make it easier. Ned typical sends ravens, only writing a full letter for when he has to give instructions or relay something important. He has a formal Stark wax seal for this… and yes, he uses that same formal seal when he sends something to you. The more you exchange letters, the more relaxed he clearly becomes in writing. He knows he isn’t romantic or poetic by any means, but he hopes his affection for you comes across.

Robb Stark

Goodness knows he’s had endless lessons on writing properly and expressing the right words, but Robb just has no interest in it. His handwriting is perfectly legible but obviously hastily written, and he doesn’t care if there’s a few smudges or the paper gets dirty. When he’s writing to you, he’ll try to be neater… but sometimes he’s just got so much to say, and he’s so eager to send it, he doesn’t even notice the mess. Robb never thought he’d anticipate letters, especially romantic ones, but he loves receiving things from you. If you live far away, he feels the distance strongly and starts to rely on your letters to feel more connected to you.

Sansa Stark

As expected, her penmanship is pretty and neat. If she's in a good mood she'll add little flourishes here and there, but normally she's a bit embarrassed to do it. It feels childish to do that now. When she finds a nice stationary, she saves it until she writes to you. Her envelopes have the usual Stark direwolf with some wildflowers along the border. Honest and romantic words used to come easy to her, but now she’s more subdued. She’ll include pretty poetry she heard and wanted to share with you.

Jon Snow

His writing would be neater if he just slowed down, but he’s often in haste, especially once he becomes Lord Commander. He never cared about the proper penmanship or address because who would a bastard write to? Really, it’s lucky he was taught letters at all. He’d do his best to write neater for you, but the words keep escaping him - It’s hard enough to express how he feels in person, writing it isn’t any easier, no matter what Sam says. Jon always responds if you write to him, even if he’s blushing and feeling stupid the whole time.

Benjen Stark

He’s perfectly capable of writing neatly, but Benjen rarely bothers to. He jots down what he needs, though he at least has to make it legible - there’s only so many men that know their letters at the Wall, and Benjen has to keep his orders neat. When you pass him a secret letter, he’s grinning like a boy. He thinks it’s adorable that you went through the effort of finding supplies and writing something so sweet. He’ll ask to read it in front of you, but if you make him do it in secret, he’ll want to run and find you as soon as he’s done. He’d fold it up tight and keep it in a safe pouch tied to his belt.

Jory Cassel

His handwriting is pretty messy. Jory was never bothered by it until he had to write you something. Oh no. Wasn't there a proper way to address you? What if it was too personal, or too standoffish? Poor Jory overthinks his letters unless you two write with frequency. His handwriting won't get better, but he's more comfortable writing sweet things. He likes to keep his envelopes and papers plain so no one suspects anything, which is a good habit if you’re dating in secret, but a silly once if you’re married.

Eddison Tollett

He jokes it’s a small miracle that he knows his letters, poor as his family was. He likes to pretend he doesn’t, just so the higher ups on the Wall won’t give him extra duties like they did Sam. Reading never interested him, and he had no one to write to, so it’s just not something he thinks about. When you slip him a letter, he just stares at it dumbly for a minute. Once Edd has a chance to open it up, he’s a little taken aback. What… should he do? Should he talk to you? Respond to it? He’s never had such a nice gesture given to him, never had anyone write such nice things to him (has he even received a letter before??). So the next time to meet him, he still has a stupefied look on his face. And here he was thinking nothing on the Wall could surprise him anymore..

Yara Greyjoy

She was taught writing and reading by her nuncle - because the Gods know her father hardly bothered - so she actually has fond memories of both, even if she hardly does it. Yara would be very curious by anything you sent. Was something wrong? If it smelled of perfume or had a pretty stationary, she’d snort… but once she read the contents, she’d just grin and laugh. If the letter is more romantic, she finds it silly, but so like you. Very endearing. If it’s more saucy and risque, well … she’s going to read this in private and take her time.

Daenerys Targaryen

Her handwriting wasn’t as neat as it could’ve been, given her upbringing. It’s a point of embarrassment, so Dany practices pretty lettering and uses interesting inks she’s found around the markets. It’s a bit relaxing, though when she’s writing something official as Khaleesi and Queen, she makes sure it’s perfect. She’s pleasantly surprised when you write her something - has she ever actually received something this sweet before? She’ll write you back with a smile on her face, and she likes any chance to use that fancy Targaryen seal. Dany will still love to receive and send letters even if you both are staying in a palace together. It’s just one of many romantic gestures she thought she’d never enjoy.

Jorah Mormont

Jorah's handwriting is nice, but he usually writes in haste, so several letters end up smudged. He doesn't like to waste paper and start over. Jorah really can’t believe that you’d send him something romantic and sweet; he tries to hide his grin and blush, but he’ll wear it the whole time he’s reading. When he's writing something really sweet to you, it gets him flustered and happy, so whole words end up smudged. He doesn't notice the ink on his hand until he's already put the letter in the envelope. He keeps whatever you’ve sent him in a protective leather book so they can’t get damaged.

Missandei

She has lovely handwriting in many languages, as she was taught. The neatness of the lines and letters really is impressive. When she's writing something sweet to you, she pauses and struggles with the words for a while. Missandei always has the sweetest, most thoughtful letters - more sentimental than romantic. Her letters are punctuated with citrus smelling paper and a modestly decorated envelope.

Grey Worm

He’s only recently learned to read, and writing is still a struggle - he’d be very intimidated at the idea of writing something to you. When you give him something to read for practice, it takes Grey Worm a few minutes before he realizes it’s something you wrote. And it’s for him! And about him! He’s very happy but also very flustered. It takes him longer to get through it, but he can’t stop smiling all day once he’s done. He aspires to write something just as nice, once he’s practiced more. He’d keep your letters in a safe place, and wouldn’t want anyone else to see them.

Tywin Lannister

His penmanship is near perfect, which you expected. It’s always written in a stark black ink on fine, almost marbled paper that has an equally officially looking gold Lannister seal on the envelope. People whisper it’s liquid gold that seals it, but you know better. Tywin’s letters are for business only, so he doesn’t expect you to send him anything romantic… He wouldn’t know what to do with it, besides read it with some amusement and tuck it away for later. You might think he never read it, until he’ll tease you by quoting it weeks later.

Tyrion Lannister

His handwriting is elegant and flawless, as it was meant to be. When Tyrion’s tired he’ll smudge here and there, and depending on how important the letter is, he’ll start over entirely. When he receives your first letter, he’s surprised by the pretty stationary and envelope - this is for him? - and the contents are even better. Tyrion might have a small mental shutdown if you write him something romantic and kind. He’ll re-read it over and over and be distracted through much of the day. This is really for him? He has to respond, of course, and he’ll do it while his emotions are high. For once he doesn’t think on carefully crafted words, he writes what he feels and picks a more subtle stationary (no giant Lannister seals) so attention isn’t drawn to you.

Jaime Lannister

Gods, he hates writing. Just sitting down to write a report is bad enough, but when it's something important? When it's a response to something lovely you wrote? He struggles. The letters start moving around like they used to, he remembers those awful lessons with his father and he's just put off by the whole thing. Seeing you in person is far better. Jaime's handwriting is neat, because it had to be, though when he's upset he'll write a few letters backwards.

Sandor Clegane

It's a mess. Really, the fact his words are readable is a miracle. 'Chicken scratch' is a generous term, though his name is passable. If you wrote him a letter, he'd have no idea what to do with it, let alone how to respond. Sandor doesn't do sentiment like that; seeing you in person can be conflicting and confusing enough. He'd probably rip it up and burn it after drinking too much (and immediately regret that in the morning).

Bronn

He's barely literate, and not a man of flowery words anyway, so don't respect a response. If anything he'd hand the letter to Tyrion and ask him to read it - only for it to be handed back once Tyrion realized it was very personal and... revealing. Bronn doesn't worry about a response or consider you getting upset about it. If you are, he has ways to make up for it.

Petyr Baelish

You expected him to have neat penmanship, but you didn't expect it to be this nice. And of course, his way with words shows in his letters, but it's even better. You might even blush and have to excuse yourself to read it in private. Petyr loves to write on fancy paper with fancier envelopes that have his sigil, but if they're meant to be secret, the only indicator is a little symbol on the envelope's seal. He delights in anything you send him, especially if he can smell your perfume on it.

Stannis Baratheon

Stannis writes very neat letters with equally impossibly neat rows. He has a habit of gripping his quill too tight, but his letters are concise so his hand doesn’t hurt. While he usually writes quickly because he knows what to say, when he writes to you, he pauses far too often. Sometimes ink drips on the paper while he’s thinking, sometimes he misspells a word he’s never gotten wrong before. It takes a long time, especially if he’s responding to something that was very sweet and romantic. His first letters were very awkward and halting, but they’ve steadily improved. Mostly.

Davos Seaworth

You were the one who helped him with writing, after helping him read as well. Davos isn’t happy with his penmanship, but he didn’t think he’d make it this far, so he keeps trying when he has time. It’s messy but legible enough. Davos is always pleasantly surprised when you write to him; he loves that you took the time to send something so sweet. It’s hard for him to reply efficiently, or to put what he’s thinking into words, so sometimes he’ll wait for you to get back instead. He would use your letters to practice reading… but it gets him terribly flustered to read the same kind things over and over again.

Margaery Tyrell

She doesn't mind taking the extra time to make her letters extra beautiful, to press dried flower petals and put them in the envelope, to look through dozens of stationary to find one that's just right for her mood. For most people, they're lucky to get one of these little rituals - you get all of them. She'd be delighted if you took extra care in your letters, too, and naturally she keeps whatever you send her in a special box (that absolutely no one will find).

Brynden Tully

It's no surprise that his handwriting is simple and gets the job done. His brother used to complain that he wrote like a soldier, not a lord, and Brynden is proud of that. He won't wax poetic to you, but he will plainly state that he misses you and he always writes back promptly. Brynden feels bad that his letters take so long to arrive, so he'll make them longer with funny anecdotes and things he's heard from travellers. He folds his letter a few times and wraps it in a protective parchment, just in case rain comes or some idiot drops it.

Edmure Tully

He writes well enough, with neat letters that are jotted down in haste. Edmure almost never stays and lingers on words and sentences, he just writes what comes to mind and moves on. He’s shocked in a good way when you write something to him - you missed him that much? Enough to write all this? He re-reads it several times, and keeps whatever you send him after that. He’ll eagerly write back, and even if it’s silly and awkwardly worded, you can feel the love in every letter. His letters are often a bit crumpled and are plain except for the Tully seal.

Brienne of Tarth

It might surprise some that she has a lady's penmanship. It was never something Brienne had trouble learning, though she often accidentally broke the quill by holding too hard. Though she cherishes the kind things you send her (and she blushes terribly as she reads them), she struggles to send something in return. Her words fail her and she feels embarrassed for trying, but she does try. Seeing you in person is so much easier, though. She likes to keep your letters in a safe place and read them when she's feeling down.

Ramsay Bolton

The letters are messy, but legible enough. The real issue is all the stains on the paper, usually a combination of mud, blood or water. He has little care for the proper way to write or address others; Roose may have given him the bare minimum and not expected him to actually use it. Ramsay is very surprised and amused by anything you send him, though. He considers writing something back, but decides to wait or just go and see you directly. That’s far more fun.

Roose Bolton

His handwriting is functional and his words are to the point. There's nothing outstanding about the letter or its contents, save for a blood-red Bolton seal on the envelope. Roose rarely sends full letters, though; it's a quick Raven or nothing. Though he won't mind anything you send… he'll be very pleased with how personal they become, and he still won't send anything back right away, if he does at all. Better to keep you in anticipation.

Oberyn Martell

Oberyn has a stylish flourish to his letters that’s unique to him. If that didn’t give it away, the pretty gold ink or embellished envelope will. Often it has the spear as a seal, sometimes it’s some interesting and strange stamp he picked up from his travels. There’s always a slight scent to his letters, and you can’t always place it. The actual words themselves are often scandalous and teasing, though he’s sent plenty of heartfelt things, especially if you enjoy it. He’s no poet, but he’s honest and romantic. Oberyn much prefers to see you in person, but he likes to receive sweet things and re-read them.

Arianne Martell

Her handwriting is beautifully elegant, and she loves getting ahold of pretty colored inks and papers. Her letters straddle a fine line between romantic and a little scandalous, and she likes to use pet names, as if you both are writing in secret. Her envelopes have a pleasant smell, and the official Martell seal. If she wants her letter to be sent especially fast, she’ll take her father’s seal. She keeps anything you send her in a pretty, hand carved wooden box with a lock and key.

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a-libra-writes · 2 years

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well now i gotta ask abt edd

Im picking the ones that made me smile the most lololol

When they discover they’re got a crush:

This is a slow discovery for Edd, not helped by his general gloomy attitude and belief that any attention you're giving him is just friendliness. It would come on slowly, him piecing things together and second guessing himself... and then he'd try to push down his growing affection. He's quite good at the whole denial game.

Little gestures of love:

Making sure you're warm - handing over his gloves or a shirt, pushing you closer to a fire. Watching your health, and trying to do little things if you're feeling unwell, like fetching things for you. Keeping you company while you're bored during guard duty. Remembering something interesting you told him and telling it to someone else.

Big turn-ons:

Exposed skin that's especially warm and flushed, a dorky laugh, a birthmark or scar only he knows about

‘Goals’ in a relationship (marriage, kids, a house, etc):

Honestly just being happy and somewhere safe (and warm) with you would be a lot. Edd would feel like wishing for anything more would be pushing his already dismal luck. He's never had any grand ambitions or desires; he knows he'd be content with a simple and modest life.

#how appropriate bc im working on my edd commish rn LOL #i am incapable of doing one thing at a time #coping w stress via excessive writing!!!!#eddison tollett x reader #libra headcanons

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a-libra-writes · 2 years

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👏 more 👏 Edd 👏 hc (pretty please?)

okay Im thinking about that cat dad!Edd thing someone mentioned before... now I'm just thinking about that...

In modern AU he's on anti-depressants (and probably doesn't see a therapist as much as he should), but obviously, he still has his bad days. He really didn't think about getting a pet unless you already had one when you both moved in together, or you happened to adopt one.

He's really weak to you finding a stray kitten and bringing it in. Edd teases you about getting attached but he helps you clean it up, feed it and help it around the house. He thinks you caring for it is adorable, but honestly, him awkwardly holding the kitten and smiling at it's pitiful mewing is a lot cuter.

Because Edd is rather calm and quiet, the cat starts getting attached to him. He's also willing to play with a wand toy and pet them anytime they want attention and feed them so you don't have to, so ... yeah. He's the favorite.

I think he also has this really old but super comfy jean jacket with a comfortable padded hood, and lots of thick warm hoodies, which the cat loves curling up in when Edd is lying down. Once the cat gets bigger it just sits on his chest and he pets it while surfing on his phone or watching tv.

When he's feeling depressed and lying in bed, the cat comes over. That's when he gets out from under the covers and lets the cat curl up on his chest like it always does. The cat mewing at him for food and toys also gets him out of bed.

He starts to like doing fostering or kitten care with you. Edd sometimes worries he's not caring for the kittens properly, but he gets confidence in himself the more he does it. It's something he really works forward to and enjoys helping. You both may end up with a few foster failures, though...

At some point there's always a cat walking by him or in his lap or on his shoulders when he's walking around your shared home. He also likes buying those ridiculously cute and fancy cat towers once you both have more than two - because they need it! Why not? Honestly Edd's cats are more active and healthy than he is, lol.

#completely self indulgent idgaf #it just fits him so well lol #eddison tollett x reader #dolorous edd x reader #libra headcanons

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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Hey, congratulations to 700 followers!! I'm so happy you're back 🥲

Can I please get 🌼😱🥀 for tormund and 😎💋🎀 for edd?

Oh sure :O I haven’t done Tormund in 84 years. and thank!

Tormund Giantsbane

🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

He’ll see you as an equal. A partner in crime, so to speak, which fits him much better than someone whose ‘just’ a lover. Tormund wants to hunt with you, kill with you, plan with you, and get lots of snuggles and sex at the end of the day. You both would end up being insufferable peas in a pod to your friends, and a fearsome couple to your enemies.

😱 What makes them worry about their s/o the most?

Of course, it’s the threat coming from the white walkers that hangs over his head. He’s afraid of the future you both want to share. He knows you can hold your own against the enemy tribes and any animal, but there’s not much he can do against monsters.

🥀 How do they act when falling out of love?

It depends on how long you’ve been together. If it’s been a short but intense affair, he’ll stick around a while before ultimately cutting it off. No hard feelings, ideally, but he won’t stay for something that isn’t working. If you’ve been together for a while, Tormund is more hesitant, especially if you’ve had children. He’ll still tell you his honest feelings and want to end things amicably, but he’ll think harder about when to do it and what to say.

Eddison Tollett

😎 How do they impress their s/o?

The idea of him impressing anyone is a bit hilarious to Edd. He won’t even attempt it. If you’re ever impressed by anything he does, it’s purely by accident, and he’ll be modest about it. He’ll be the one commenting on something impressive you do, in that sardonic way of his.

💋 How do they kiss?

They’re quick, but firm kisses, and he’s not shy or picky about which part of you he kisses. He’s not experienced, but he tries not to let it bother him - you both don’t have time to be hung up on things like that on the Wall. Edd is actually amused if you comment on it and try to teach him things; he’ll tease you about it terribly. When you get to be alone for a long time, he wants long kisses while holding your warm, soft body as close as possible.

🎀 Are they likely to fall for someone first or is it the other way around?

It takes him a long while to fall for someone, let alone be on good, friendly terms with them. Not that he’s totally unfriendly, but he does struggle to genuinely open up and make a connection. He’d be quite oblivious to your feelings unless you were forward about them, and for himself, he’d deny anything he felt and try to brush it aside as just friendly thoughts.

#tormund giantsbane x reader #eddison tollett x reader #got x reader #game of thrones x reader #libra headcanons #is the whole edd tag me at this point or.....

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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For Tyrion and Edd:

💐🌼🍀

Oooooh tyrion! yes yes

Tyrion Lannister

💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments or do they like getting them more? What kind of compliments do they give/like?

Tyrion has no end of lovely things to say to you, especially when he’s well and truly in love. He just can’t help himself, and he loves seeing your smile. If you do something different with your appearance, he’ll notice right away and comment positively on it, or mention a clever thing you said to an annoying lord. As much praise as he gives you, he’s back and forth on receiving it. Some days it melts his heart completely, other days he has nagging doubts you don’t really mean what you said.

🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

You’re a combination of his best friend and the best thing he’s ever had, and Tyrion is very, very aware of this. Some days it makes him overprotective, sometimes it makes him sentimental, sometimes anxious. You know he’s good to his word when he says he’ll always be loyal and care for you.

🍀 What’s their love language?

Spending time together is his biggest language, with affirmation being the second. Not only do you want to be seen with him - and you’re obviously happy - he likes to take you to all sorts of interesting places he’s found in his travels and wanderings. He knows the wealthier districts of Casterly Rock, Lannisport and King’s Landing very well, and he wants to explore new places with you, even if it’s as simple as finding a new, interesting thing to look at on the way home.

Eddison Tollett

💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments or do they like getting them more? What kind of compliments do they give/like?

He doesn’t think he’s any good at giving compliments, nor does he think he should be receiving them. Edd would just make a wry comment or shrug if you tried, though once in a while you might get a blush out of him. He’s more likely to positively comment when you do something clever - complimenting your looks or something would be too bold, not to mention he thinks he’d just screw it up somehow.

🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

He’d see you as a good friend before any romantic interest developed, and that would continue the closer you both got. He’d enjoy the rapid banter and easy silence just as much as the secret embraces. Years down the line he’ll still refer to you as a best friend first, then a lover.

🍀 What’s their love language?

Physical touch is a big one for him because of the thick layers you both have to wear day in and day out. When you hug, lean into each other and hold hands, it’s hard to feel your warmth through the thick fabric. The logistics of meeting in secret for long periods of time is a pain, but it’s worth it to actually feel your skin against his.

#eddison tollett x reader #tyrion lannister x reader #libra headcanons #got x reader #game of thrones x reader

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a-libra-writes · 2 years

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HC for dolorous Edd realising his wife is a highborn🥺 I can also low-key (high key) imagine Edd as a typical cat dad who initially vowed he loathed cats but you come home one night and he’s letting it curl all up on his knee❤️ living for Edd as a cat dad

Do you mean like, if she was at the Night's Watch and she told him? :O I dunno how they'd be married without him knowing. He barely considers himself "highborn" so he wouldn't think much of it, he'd just be surprised. Kinda curious why she didn't bring it up before LOL. In a non-Night's Watch AU I can see him not wanting to deal with any highborn shit and just wanting a normal, simple farmlife...

(Also 100% on the cat dad 😭 his favorites are the pitiful kittens you bring in that he says yall cant keep feeding but he's the one keeping them warm and handfeeding through the cold night...)

#thank u for this new HC ...#libra says #anon headcanons #libra headcanons #eddison tollett x reader

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averagewriter-inthedark · 3 years

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HC: Being the aunt of the Stark siblings (Ned Stark’s sister) and falling in love with Eddison Tollett

Eddison “Dolorous Edd” Tollett x FemaleStark!reader, Eddard Stark x sister!reader, Stark siblings x aunt!reader

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

Warnings: fluff, profanity, death and violence, mentions of sex. Edd being Edd. Takes place during seasons 1 to right after the Battle of the Bastards. I’ll probably do a part two to this that involves season 7 and 8.

I love Edd and he is one of my favorite characters on GOT who I find to be very underrated. There is not much content on him so what better way to start my blog than with him. I also plan to make a fic about this that will be several parts.

word count: I don’t really know , but this is hella long. Probably too long for a HC but it is gonna be a prompt for a imagine series I plan to do.

Being the aunt of the Stark siblings and falling in love with Eddison Tollet would include:

As the youngest child of Rickard and Lyarra Stark, you were just shy of your tenth name day when your father and older brother Brandon were executed by the Mad King, sparking the civil war to overthrow House Targaryen. Shortly later your brother Ned returned home with the body of your older sister Lyanna and a infant baby who he said was his son.

Ned was greatly protective of you being that you were the youngest sibling and with the death of Lyanna, you were his only living sister. He wanted you to be able to defend yourself so he began to train you how to fight which included archery, hand to hand combat, and sword fighting.

You proved yourself to be very skilled and tactical. No man in Winterfell would try to cross you because now they did not just have to worry about Ned’s wrath, but yours as well. As years went on, gossip spread throughout Westeros of the female Stark who could take down a man twice her size, and never missed a target when shooting an arrow.

You and Catelyn got along well in the beginning and were civil majority of the time living in Winterfell, things would only become strain between you two when you expressed how you felt about the way she treated Ned’s illegitimate son, Jon and when she voiced how you should be worried about things like getting married and having your own children.

With your father gone and unable to marry you off some Lord when you came of age, the responsibility to find you a suitor fell onto Ned. Being shipped off to another place unknown to you without your family was something you had great distaste for. Another thing was you wanted to marry for love, not for power or to keep alliances.

Both Ned and Benjen tried to convince you why you should marry or at least give one of your many possible suitors a chance, but it was to no prevail. You made your point clear, along with a few threats here and there. “Tell me to marry some oaf of a Lord again and I will personally see it that you no longer have hands.”

Being very close to Ned’s children

All the children love you, and sometimes go to you for training or to play games knowing that their father is often busy.

Teaching the boys (and on the downlow Arya) archery and how to sword fight whenever Ned is unable to.

Spoiling all of them on their name days.

Sansa always begging you to braid her hair.

Playing hide-n-seek with Rickon, Bran, and Arya.

Observing Bran when he climbs the walls of the castle or any tree to make sure he does not fall.

Tutoring them on the history of their House and Westeros. This would often include having to bribe them with sweets or promising you would spare with them, except Sansa. She would beg you to make her a new dress or tell her a nighttime story.

Having a soft spot for Jon, Ned’s illegitimate son he had during his time away from Winterfell during the War. You always made sure he was included in everything and was happy.

Him looking at you like a mother, seeing that Catelyn is not shy about her feelings toward the boy.

Helping Bran with his archery lessons and Arya with her needle work. Although the young girl does not like it and would prefer to pick up a sword like her brothers, she appreciates the time with you and loves that you don’t judge her for not wanting to be a ‘lady’ as you yourself would not consider yourself one either.

The direwolves being protective of you and trusting you whenever you are in their presence.

When King Robert arrives at Winterfell the two of you embrace, “Y/N! Look at you! My Gods you’ve become quite the woman.” You looked at Robert as an older brother and he would always ask Ned for updates on how you were growing up.

Cersei is not a fan of you, mainly because she knows you cannot be controlled. The same can go for Tywin who once thought about arranging a marriage between you and one of his sons but was displeased when you sent a raven back stating that if you ever are forced to marry then your designated space in the crypt of Winterfell will be filled.

Tyrion admires you, and the two of you will bond over wine and have long and thorough conversations. Jaime ignores you, which you do not mind since you find the notorious “kingslayer” to be quite arrogant.

Squealing in delight when Benjen arrives from Castle Black, the older man picking you up in an embrace and spinning you around. Your once happy mood becomes sad though when Jon tells you he is going to join Benjen in the Night’s Watch.

Although you are worried about Jon going there, you are confident that your brother will be there for him and Jon will have no trouble being a dedicated and hardworking brother of the Watch.

When Bran falls from the tower you have the same reaction as everyone else in the castle. Bran has never fell before and you have watched him climb that tower plenty of times so the situation makes you suspicious.

Staying behind at Winterfell with the boys and Catelyn despite Ned wanting you to come with him to King’s Landing with the girls. “Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? The girls could use you.” He knows how you and Catelyn can often be at each others heads and feels it would be best if you came with him.

Although something told you in your head that maybe you should go with him, you stuck with your word. “I’m sorry, Ned. With you gone and Bran in a coma, Robb is going to need my help here with Catelyn refusing to leave Bran’s side.”

The two of you hugging each other tightly the day he and the girls leave. A small voice in your head tells you to hold onto this moment, as though it would be the last.

Sansa and Arya not wanting to let go of you when you pull them into your embrace, the latter looking like she wanted to cry and begging you to go with them. You felt your eyes gloss over and bent down to her level while pulling a small dagger made of Valyrian steel from your hoister belt and placing it in her small hands. You tell her how it was one of your first weapons and how she should always have it on her, but hidden in her waistband and to only use it in emergencies.

Giving Sansa your handmade bracelet with the Stark name and sigil so she feels that she will always have a part of you with her in King’s Landing.

You and Jon have an emotional goodbye with you telling him to always stand his ground and to be the person he knows he is. Him promising you he will and that he will write to you whenever he can.

The two of you hug after you give him a brand new fur cloak you had recently made which originally was supposed to be for his name day.

You and Benjen hug one last time, making him promise to watch out for Jon and to also write to you when he can.

Helping Robb with his responsibilities as the Lord of Winterfell. Watching Ned all those years and him trusting you with information and what to do if something were to happen to him helped you guide the young Stark with handling the pressure.

When Catelyn voices suspicion about the Lannisters involvement in Bran’s fall, you agree with her and offer to go with her to King’s Landing. Robb is hesitant to let you go, but he knows you can defend both his mother and yourself and eventually agrees.

Catelyn having to stop you from killing Baelish when he takes you both to his brothel. You never liked the man and always felt he had ulterior motives to everything that came out of his mouth. While Catelyn believed him about the knife belonging to Tyrion Lannister, you thought otherwise. Tyrion was always pleasant around you and the Starks. Why he would equip someone with his own dagger to kill Bran just felt unlikely to you.

Having another emotional goodbye with Ned, this time your intuition is screaming at you to either stay or tell him to quit being the hand and come back to Winterfell.

When you and Catelyn come into contact with Tyrion at the Inn, you advised her to not do anything irrational until there is proof of her claims. She doesn’t listen and you find yourself traveling to the Vale with a bonded Tyrion.

Feeling slight relief when Bronn wins the trial by combat. It is short lived however when Catelyn informs you that Robert is dead with Joffrey now as king who has taken your brother prisoner.

Meeting up with Robb and his army where he names you one of his advisors despite the other Lords opposing it.

When they go to negotiate with Walder Frey, you stay behind at the camp so the older Lord won’t be tempted in arranging a marriage between you and one of his sons if he saw you.

Falling to the ground in despair when word travels of Ned’s death. It feels like your heart is breaking and the men around you can’t help but solemnly look at you when you run into the woods to avoid their eyes.

After your initial reaction, you do your best to remain strong for Robb. Part of you wants to get on your horse and rush to save Sansa and Arya, but after the North secedes and Robb is named King, you fear that by going it will do more harm to the family than good.

Time passes with many battles, Theon’s betrayal, no word of Arya, and Robb’s broken promise to Frey. You feel your mental state hanging by a thread, but your hope that everyone you love will be okay and the war will end soon keeps you going.

You try to persuade Robb to not marry Talisa. It’s not that you don’t like the girl, you find her to be very kind and beautiful with a golden heart, but like Catelyn you understand that Frey is not someone you cross.

He of course doesn’t listen, and you find yourself worried about the allegiance between the Frey’s and the Stark’s. During war, anything can be a reason for betrayal.

Your nightmare comes true the night Catelyn’s brother is to be wed to one of Frey’s daughters/granddaughters. You had excused yourself for a brief moment, wanting some fresh air and were on your way back when you noticed the doors were sealed and a familiar tune was playing inside. Seconds later you heard the screams and chaos unfolding, but could not react for you found yourself fighting with several members of House Frey and Bolton.

The Frey’s you were expecting treachery from, but the Boltons was shocking and you felt anger rise in you. If you could get through that door, you would have Roose’s head on a platter.

As you fought, you could hear Catelyn pleading with Frey to let Robb go. Her scream filled your ears, and you knew Robb was dead and she would be too.

You managed to kill all you opposed, running outside only to freeze at the massacre taking place. Tears threaten to fall, but you couldn’t let your emotions get you now, you had to survive.

All around you, men came at you with their swords. Steel against steel, you fought with all your might and dodged every arrow aimed at you. In your peripheral vision, you could see the stable where a now deceased Grey Wind lied.

After slashing another Frey to the ground, you ran towards the nearest horse you could find and hauled yourself on it before snapping the reins. Never looking back, you guided the horse as fast as they could go away from the Twins and it was only when you were deep in the forest with no one around did you finally give into the grief you had been holding.

Robb and Catelyn were dead, Ned was dead, Rickon and Bran were presumed dead, Arya was missing and Sansa was held hostage at the capital. You were alone and had no where to go.

The Lannisters would come looking for you if they receive word that your body was not found at the Twins. They along with the Freys and Boltons would have a bounty for your head placed.

It was after you calmed down several hours later in the dark hours of the night did you remember that Jon and Benjen were at Castle Black. It would take just under a month to travel there by horse, and you would have to pass by Winterfell which you assume will be under Roose Bolton’s rule.

It would take longer to travel and you had barely any money or food with only your sword and a small sack of silver. If you wanted to stay at any Inns you would have give an alias and disguise since you never know who could be listening.

What would have been close to a months journey for you, ended up taking several weeks longer. In that time you had many run ins with men sent to hunt you down wanting to claim the reward for your head. Your clothing and armor were ripped and stained with blood and your face was hallow with several bruises. Your once long and flowy hair was now chopped just above your shoulders covered in dirt.

When you reached Mole’s town, you are shocked to see it had been ransacked and corpses lying all over the place. Instantly you knew it had to have been Free Folk or Wildlings as the people of Westeros liked to call them. Not even bothering to scavenge for any food or water you snapped on the reins of your horse and made a beeline for Castle Black.

You nearly cried when you saw the gates of it. As you approached closer, a guard spotted you and signaled to open the gates.

It was silent throughout the place and you could feel the many eyes on you as your horse slowly trotted thorough the courtyard. The men were confused by your arrival, several whispering to each other about the ordeal.

Your eyes glanced over all the men, looking for two in particular and when you raise your head to look at the second floor of the structure you feel you heart skip when your eyes connect to the brown ones of your nephew.

Jon rushes down the stairs, ignoring the looks of his fellow brothers while you bring the horse to a halt and hop off of it not caring about passing the reins to the stable boy.

Everyone around watches as you too sprint towards each other and collide in an embrace. Jon slightly lifts you in the air and you clutch onto him in relief while soft sobs fall from your lips.

“I thought you’d be taller,” you can’t help but joke and he laughs softly while placing you back on the ground and the two of you pull away.

“I thought you were dead,” his own eyes glossy by the emotions he was feeling.

Jon introduces you to Maester Aemon, Thorne, Samwell, and Edd. Thorne isn’t pleased with your presence, especially because you’re a Stark and makes it known how women are not meant to be at Castle Black. Maester Aemon is kind and understands the situation you’re in so he welcomes you and tells Jon to get you a private room with a lock on it so the others will not try to harm you.

Sam is delighted to meet you after hearing all the stories Jon would tell him about you. He immediately starts asking you questions which was a little overwhelming but you maintained a smile nonetheless. Jon had to tell him to tone it down until you’ve managed to freshen up and rested.

Edd, well he was a little quiet but polite. He struggled to keep eye contract when he greeted you, “Pleasure to meet you my Lady.”

You gave him a smile and replied, “Oh please, no need for formalities. Y/N, is fine.”

Jon escorted you to a room close to his that he knew was unoccupied and had a lock on the door after meeting everyone. The rest of the day you bathe, have fresh clothes, and have the luxury of sleeping in a bed,

When you ask about Benjen, Jon’s face falls and you felt your heartbreak again when he tells you Benjen went missing beyond the Wall shortly after he and Jon arrived.

Jon holds you while you cry. You don’t know how much time has passed but soon there is a knock at the door which makes you gather yourself together.

When the door opens, Edd peaks his head through to inform the two of you that supper is ready. You and Jon follow him out and Jon guides you to a table where Sam is already sitting at. While Jon goes to get you and him some food with Edd, you converse with Sam who is all to happy to talk with you.

The four of you talk about recent events while you eat. You talk about the journey to Castle Black and how you narrowly escaped the Red Wedding. You talk about the bounty on your head by the Lannisters and the Boltons, who know that as long as a Stark is alive then their claim to the North will be challenged.

You learn of the deaths of Joffrey and Tywin, which has you holding down a smirk, “Pity. I wanted to do the honor myself, but I guess I’ll have to thank the lucky bastard who did.”

Your words shock the men around you, except Jon who doesn’t blame you for your anger.

Jon tells you about the Wildlings attack on Castle Black, Stannis Baratheon showing up to recruit them in his army, him being elected as Lord Commander, and the dead have awoken. You nearly choke on your stew when he tells you the last bit. You had grown up with the stories of the White Walkers and the Long Night, but you never thought you would see it in your lifetime.

He then tells you that he is planning to go to Hardhome to allow the Free Folk passage through the gates and settle south of the Wall to save them from the White Walkers, you voice that you’re going with him. He instantly objects and says it would be safer for you to stay at Castle Black.

“Jon, if you leave me here with these men I don’t know who will probably try to put their hands on me, you’re going to return with less brothers of the Watch than before because they will met their fate with my sword.”

Sam and Edd sit in silence while the two of you go back and forth until you finally snap at him to the point where he gives up. Edd couldn’t keep his eyes off you and when you met his eyes he turned away and felt his face heat up.

It was no lie that you were beautiful. As you got older people would always say you were one of the most beautiful ladies in Westeros and it was a shame to some how you would rather pick up a sword and be a fighter than take any available suitor at your door.

Edd could not help but be flustered in your presence, it had been so long since he ever had a conversation with a woman that he didn’t know how to act. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was intimidated by you after hearing all the stories about you from Jon.

You glance him over while he conversed with Jon. He wasn’t bad looking at all, in fact you found the lean man to be quite attractive. While every girl when you were a teenage was chasing after men who looked like Jamie Lannister that were full of themselves, you were the opposite and would rather have someone who was kind to you and treated you with respect.

When the two pause in their conversation, you took the chance to start talking with Edd. Asking him questions about where he was from and why he joined the Night’s Watch.

He was slightly taken back by you wanting to talk to him, but soon a conversation flowed and you two talked for what felt like hours until Jon pulls you away, insisting that you get some well needed rest.

You bid your goodbye to Sam and Edd, telling them both to not be shy and come find you if they ever need someone to talk to or help with anything. Although the message was directed at both, you kept your eyes on Edd while giving him your signature smile.

His face turns red and you let out a giggle, turning to follow Jon back to your chambers. When Edd looks at Sam, the younger man is raising his eyebrows with a smirk making Edd glare at him, “Why the fuck are you giving me that look for?”

On the way to Hardhome you meet the red-bearded Free Folk Chief, Tormund who instantly takes a liking to you. “Aye, I didn’t you lot had Lady Crows.”

“I’m far from what you would call a Lady, Mr. Wildling.”

Talking with Edd the whole way and being by his side. You were afraid you were going to annoy him at times, but if you did then he was good at hiding it.

He would talk about his family life and things he liked to do as a kid in the Vale.

You would tell him what it was like growing up in Winterfell with your siblings, although you would become sad when you realized you are now the only living one of the bunch.

When you reached Hardhome, Edd and Jon would stay close to you when they approached the Free Folk and when they were negotiating. You had to contain your laughter when Tormund said Jon was prettier than his daughters.

Laughing when Edd got told off by Wun Wun, but your laughter is cut short when you hear the dogs beginning to bark and screams in the distance.

When the dead attack the hut, you and Edd fight beside each other, destroying any wright in your sight. You both go to find Jon, but you’re tackled by a wright and struggle to fight it off. It manages to stab you in the side before Edd is able to get it off you and destroy it.

The adrenaline you have makes you unaware you are wounded and continue to find Jon. When you get to him, you three run to the boats with Tormund and Wun Wun. Edd grabs your hand and jumps in with you following behind him.

You initially stand next to him, Jon and Tormund, watching the man said to be the Night Kind raise his arms up and the thousands of Free Folk who were massacred rise up with blue eyes, but become lightheaded due to the amount of blood loss from the stab wound and your knees buckle.

Edd is the one who catches you and brings you down to lean on him while he sits. You groan and clutch your side where you feel the blood. Jon rushes to you and takes whatever he can to apply pressure on the wound while begging you to stay awake.

You pass out from the pain but wake up on one of the beds on the ship with your side bandaged. You try to sit up, but a hand reaches out to stop you and you snap your head around to see Edd beside you with a solemn look.

“Easy, Y/N. You need to take it slow.”

He tells you that you’ve been asleep for days and they were afraid you wouldn’t wake up. He and Jon were taking turns watching over you incase something happened.

Jon sighing with relief when he see’s you’re okay. For the remainder of the way to Castle Black, he and Edd watch over you and advise you to stay out of any fighting if they were to run into any.

Of course you protest, but the pain in your side causes you to grumble and cave into their orders.

Tormund hangs with you often and his jokes make the situation more bearable. Little do you know, Edd can be seen in the corner with a small glare whenever Tormund flirts with you.

The more you and Edd talk, the more you find yourself falling for the man. Yeah he can be pessimistic and sarcastic, but you also can be like this and his snide comments make you laugh. You also find it adorable when he gets flustered around you.

When you arrive at Castle Black, Jon helps you to your room with Ghost watching over you while he goes to oversee the Free Folk passing through the gates.

Edd brings you food, and you can’t help but stare at him. He notices your stare and becomes red. “Is there something on me face?”

By now your feelings for him have grown stronger, and it was hard not too fall for the kind man after the way he’s been helping you and being your company whenever Jon was busy with his duties.

He helps you sit up and stays with you while you eat, the two of you making small talk here and there. Jon returns to retrieve Ghost leaving you two alone and soon the conversation becomes more serious.

Before you two knew it, you’re leaning in and your lips connect with his in a soft kiss. You knew he didn’t have much experience with women, so you made sure not to over do it and pulled away after a few seconds.

The man is a stuttering mess which leaves you in giggles. You don’ talk about the kiss for awhile and Edd starts to avoid you which leaves you hurt.

When you confront him about it, dragging him to your room to so you two can talk about it and ask why his behavior changed all of a sudden. An argument begins with him saying it would never work between you two due to the vow he made and you being a highborn.

“Fuck the vow and fuck the standards about being a highborn or lowborn.”

Ends with you both of you being fed up and colliding your lips together. You don’t know how long you two had been kissing until you heard Ghost whimpering and people shouting outside.

Running out to the courtyard where Jon’s body laid where you froze and let out a scream. The brothers who were there watched with sadness as you cried over his body until Davos ordered them to move him to a room.

You closing his eyes and Edd having to hold you back from killing Thorne.

You chasing after him when he goes to get the Free Folk, begging to go with him but he kisses you and tells you to stay with Jon.

When he returns and Jon is resurrected, you hug your nephew tightly but careful not to cause him any pain where he was stabbed. You kept a glare on the men being hanged the whole time while standing beside Edd.

When Sansa arrives along side a woman named Brienne of Tarth and a man named Podrick, you nearly burst into tears. You waited until after she and Jon hugged, to start walking down the stairs where you heard her gasp.

Sansa running to you with tears dripping down her face and crashing into you where you two nearly fell to the ground.

Having to calm her down because she was so overwhelmed with emotion having believed you were dead all this time.

When you learn about what Ramsay did to her, you are boiling with anger and when his note arrives at Castle Black with his threats and revelation that Rickon is his hostage you are on board with Sansa of taking back Winterfell.

Edd doesn’t want you to leave and the two of you have a serious conversation about it.

“You don’t have the men and you know that. Jon knows that. It’s a suicide mission with no survivors on your end.

“I am Y/N Stark and Winterfell is my home, it is my nieces and nephews home and a monster who hurt them and has Rickon has taken it. I will take it back.”

He knows he can’t change your mind and sighs in defeat. “At least promise me that you’ll come back. You’ll come back to me.”

“I will.”

The night before you are set to ride to get allegiance from the various houses of the North is when you and Edd spend the night with each other. It started out with you two just talking in the comfort of each others presence by the fire and before you knew it, your lips entwined in a passionate kiss and clothes are being removed.

The whole night consisted of hush whispers, soft touches and becoming one with each other. and despite him never being with a woman prior to you, he impressed you with every action and every touch he gave you.

The next morning you dress in silence, but it was a comforting one and not awkward. He helps you gather your things and when you go to meet everyone else he stops you and kisses you not caring about the people around.

Sansa is surprised but smiling, Tormund is grinning like a fool, and Jon is simply frozen with his eyes wide. When you pull away you whisper “Don’t miss me too much,” and send him a wink before turning to go mount your horse. He watches you go, not bothering to hide the fact he is totally checking you out with a smirk on his face.

Jon can’t even begin to wrap his mind at the whole thing. His aunt who basically raised him as his own with one of his best friends. He can’t judge Edd for breaking the vow since he himself broke it, but he just feels odd that it was with someone in his family.

Nonetheless, when Jon tells him not to burn Castle Black while he’s gone, he makes it clear to Edd he will impale him with his sword if he were to hurt you.

You being frustrated when non of the Lords you visited in the North were willing to help your family. When Lady Lyanna of House Mormont you felt relief although you were still worried about the numbers.

Meeting with Ramsay made you want to throw up. His face, his voice, the way he presented himself, never before had you wanted to punch a man so hard till his teeth flew out.

When he made a comment about taking you along to give to the Umber Lord when they won, you had to mentally stop yourself from throwing the knife in your waistband at him.

“You better pray to the Gods tonight that Jon gets to you first before I do, Lord Bolton, because your final moments with me will be anything but quick and easy.”

Letting out a gut-wrenching scream when you watch Rickon die. Your heart is beating so fast when Jon charges at Ramsay’s army and you waited until after the first Calvary collision to run into the battle.

The men your fighting were surprised to see a woman on the field, but didn’t get a chance to say anything to you because they were to busy becoming corpses once you were done with them.

You having a one-on-one with Jon Umber, who Ramsay said he would sell you to. He almost overpowered you, with your sword being disarmed and him trying to choke you to death. Luckily you managed to get the knife from your boot and slash his throat.

You can barely see with all the mud and blood in your face from fighting, but you are able to help Jon off the ground when you two are stuck in the middle of the pit.

Almost crying in relief when the Knights of the Vale arrive. You run with Jon to confront Ramsay at Winterfell, slashing every Bolton, Umber, and Karstark in your way until it is only you, Jon, Tormund, the Free Folk and Ramsay.

You watched as Jon slowly approached him and every arrow Ramsay sent his way be lodged in the Mormont shield Jon held. When Jon sent punch after punch to his face, you watched with a straight face until Sansa appeared and that’s when you finally let the tears fall from your face.

Spitting at Ramsay when Jon walks away before helping but up the Stark banners around the castle.

Placing a kiss on Rickon’s head when they bring him to you, Sansa, and Jon. You didn’t hide the fact you were crying, he was your nephew and you could remember the day you first held him.

After all has done and Winterfell is back in the hands of the Starks, you plan to ride back to Castle Black when the sun rises. Jon and Sansa are hesitant, and would rather you stay with them, but you tell them about the promise you made.

“You really love him don’t you?” “I never thought I would love anyone other than my family, but Edd....he took me by surprise.”

When you arrive at Castle Black, the men in charge of the doors rush to open them. As your horse gallops through and towards the stable boy you can see Edd from the corner of your vision exit his office and rush down the steps.

He helps you off your horse and takes you into his arms, pressing his face into your hair. “You came back.”

You pressing your lips against his in a soft but meaningful kiss, “I told you I would.”

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