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jaeedraszaerysz · 11 months
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YOU MAKE IT ALL GO AWAY ☆ SANSA STARK
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Warnings: swearing, mentions of Canon typical murder, violence, sexual assault, abuse. Angst and fluff. Non sexual nudity.
Summary: the reader shows sansa that scars aren't something to be ashamed of and that she is beautiful no matter what.
Notes: this is an OC ONESHOT. OC IS A FEMALE TARGARYEN. daenerys older sister by about 7 years, she is around 28 and sansa is 22. Named jaerys.
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Winterfell was quiet, it was early in the morning and the sky was just gaining light again. A slow breeze drifted through the castle and sansa stark, now queen in the North, sat at the end of her and jaerys targaryens bed, staring out of the window into the trees.
It was mornings like these, while her lover was still held in the comfortable arms of sleep, that she began to think. Think of her life before. About how ten years ago she so desperately wanted to marry joffrey baratheon and become his queen and now she found herself with the deepest hatred for the dead king and sharing a bed with a lady targaryen.
She wondered what her mother and father would say. Would they say anything? Would they disown her? Execute her?
She thought about all the people she lost. Her brothers, her parents, Margaery, and all the others. She thought about the abuse she suffered in the red keep. About the stench of Kings landing and the grimace that often rested on many of the faces of Lords and ladies as they watched her suffer.
She thought about pushing joffrey all those years ago. What would have happened? Did she even want to know?
She thought about the scars that adorned her body, a constant reminder of her troubles and her failures. Of her enemies and how she let them win over her with their threats and violence. It ashamed her. And secretly, somewhere deep inside of her, she wondered that if she had somehow pushed joffrey and gone toppling over the edge with him, would her mother be living, robb, rickon, everyone else? Would King's landing still stand tall? Or would daenerys stormborns dragon still reduced it to ashes in a mere minute or two.
She then turned around, to gaze at the woman she now loved with her deep brown eyes. Only to be met with jaerys' purple rings staring right back into hers.
"What troubles you my love?" She soothed, sitting up and adjusting her nightdress ever so slightly, moving to sit to her left.
She slowly placed her hand on sansas shoulder and gently brushed her thumb over the smooth skin there. Sansa looked down for a moment.
"I had every chance to end his reign. But I didn't. I let a weak boy king beat me, humiliate me, scar me. A constant reminder that I'm just a weak little girl who spent her whole life waiting to be saved."
Jaerys waited a moment, studying her lovers beautiful face. The way her lashes blinked elegantly. The way her pale skin seemed to glow and how her auburn hair fell into her face slightly.
"I know how you feel my love, but I assure you that these things you say are just that, words. They are not the truth. They are the deepest parts of your minds, slowly trying to break their way out and hurt you. But I assure you, a weak little girl is the opposite of what I, and everyone else for that matter, see in you, my queen."
Sansa studied jaerys' face slowly. Her blonde hair was braided in many places, small beads in some places, her purple eyes shimmered in the light from the window and her skin was paper white nearly.
"You know how I feel?" She whispered.
Jaerys nodded slowly.
"Jaime lannister used to hold me when I was a baby, and him and cersei would read me bedtime stories. Tywin lannister would accompany on my adventures around the red keep. Jaime and rheagar would spar whilst viserys and I watched. I remember, when the war raged on, I was but a small child. Jaime came to my chambers one night and said something to me. He told me never to forget who my true friends are. The next morning I watched him murder my father and was dragged away with my mother and viserys. I remember reaching essos and asking for rheagar every day until I finally understood he wasn't coming back.
I remember when viserys refused to marry me of to khal drogo and instead daenerys because he wanted to marry me once he retook the seven Kingdoms. And I remeber begging him not to. But I couldn't do anything.
And when daenerys was busy with her new friends in the dorthraki camps, and viserys was constantly bugging ser jorah, the dothraki men were free to have their way with me. Whatever they liked they got and I couldn't stop them.
And then daenerys killed viserys and again I watched someone I loved die. And although I understand why she did it, I don't think I can ever forgive her.
And then, I was sold off. Sold all the way back to King's landing until I ended up face to face once more with tywin lannister who agreed to keep my identity under the radar but it would only work if I married him."
Sansa's hand danced gently over jaerys' arms as she spoke.
"And when cersei realised who I was she lost it. She had me beaten and tortured. And then, when I escaped, I found daenerys again. And I asked her why had she not come for me. I asked her if I meant less to her than the villagers she was so keep to risk all for all those years ago. And she looked me in the eye and stayed quiet. And that was the day I realised that it didn't matter how many scars I gained, or how many people had violated and hurt me, for I did it all by myself for so long. And they were proof that I survived. That I prevailed over my enemies and that I was stronger than them in the end."
Jaerys hand gently caressed sansa's cheek.
"You are stronger than them. You always were and you always will be. I promise you that my queen." Jaerys slowly let the straps of her nightdress slide from her shoulders until the fabric landed on the floor around her feet.
The lack of clothing revealed several scars on her stomach, a long line across her chest and several marks on her breasts and shoulders. Her legs were painted with small marks but samsa did not shy away from the revelation of these scars.
She reached out an arms and ran her hand along them gently. Keeping eye contact with the targaryen girl as she did. And then sansa too, slowly but surely, let the nightgown slip, revealing her own set of scars. And jaerys just knelt to the floor infront of her, as if to pray, and kissed the scars on her stomach, on her thighs and her arms and her chest.
She did so until sansa took her face in her hands and moved her head to face her own, urging the woman to rise and grasp sansa's lips in her own gently. They glided smoothly against eachother and jaerys hands found themselves lingering on the red headed woman's waist as sansa pulled her closer by the neck before pulling away for breath.
"I love you, jaerys targaryen." She whispered.
"And I love you too, queen sansa stark."
They smiled at eachother.
"And now my queen, you have a kingdom to run."
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pastelpaperplanes · 3 years
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Who was the carrier? Who was nervous to be a parent? Would they be alive if they were in your au?
Papillon would’ve been Blitzwing’s Carrier! I’d say he was also the most nervous to have a little one on the way, Papi is already ehh delicate as it is and the extra vulnerability did not leave him too happy, but he did have the sense to ground himself both mentally and physically for the sake of his newspark
Firstwatch was more than ready and excited to have a mini-him on the way, being a doctor and all he never worried for a second and enjoyed the additional time he was granted to care for his Conjunx. Plus carrying had Papi wanting his attention at pretty much every damn second and THAT was a treat on its own so yeah no—those months waiting didn’t have him worrying at all and were only the start of a long and happy beginning with his hyperactive little family
And hmmm so if they WERE in the CFau, no they’d likely not be alive—there’s no way in hell Papillon would’ve ever let his son go under a scalpel to be ‘mutilated’ and neither would Firstwatch, who would’ve likely been the first one to tear down the whole program with his bare hands if he could. Again, Blitzwing would have a tragic, yet rational to his own mind REASON to volunteer.
In the canon aspect of the au, he went under because his trinemate Sortie died in action, and his trineleader had also been suspected to be dead with no body recovered or spared search parties to be sent. Blitz felt his bond go with Sortie, he could still get a faint grasp on Daunter’s, but had no conformation if he was still functioning, or if Blitz was feeling the hollow phantom pains of a bond that really was no longer there.
The program offered an opportunity for him to not only avenge his fallen trinemates, but also rise through the ranks and hopefully gain enough traction to reopen Daunter’s case. When he stepped into the procedure, he had just about nothing to lose and only a small sliver of hope of something to gain.
Now if Blitz did have parents in the canon—his trinemates would have been entirely different mecha aside from Daunter’s trine (himself, Sortie, and his conjunx Pip) and that trio would be close friends to Blitz and his family as I’d likely have Papillon be the elder brother of Daunter ;) still thinking on that tho
Obviously a catastrophic event would have to occur for Blitzwing to go through the trial knowing both his Creators, trinemates, AND all of Daunter’s trine would talk him off that edge—the death of someone close to him would absolutely push him over past the point of any amount pleading or reasoning.
So yes! Even if his Creators were in the au, they would have tragically passed, leading Blitz back down the road straight into the Triple Changer Project!
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