#jory cassel x reader

[cdragons]

@dipperscavern & i were gushing over our child aka second in command!reader, akaa doe, and as a parent, I felt the need to contribute

second in command!reader who is Jory Cassel's baby sister and whose mother died giving birth to her the same year as Robb Stark in 281 AC

second in command!reader who became Jory Cassel's whole world when he was only 8 years old - even more so when he learned from his Uncle Rodrik that his father died at the end of Robert's Rebellion at the Tower of Joy

second in command!reader who grew up completely and wholly loved and protected because she had her big brother Jory to look after and protect her

her first word was a swear word because her Uncle Rodrik stubbed his toe that one time when she was only a few months old and her first word was the 'f-bomb'

mother, father, brother - whatever his little doe of a sister needed him to be, he did that for her because she was his baby sister, and he loved her more than he loved anything ever

she got picked on for not having a mother or father, and sometimes there would be mean people who said she killed their mother and Jory actually hated her and only pretended to love her

when she cried to Jory about this, she asked him if he ever hated her because she killed their mother

she is crying so much at how her beloved brother's face drops and she starts to believe that those mean people were right - until Jory takes her little hands in his and tells her with such a serious expression that he’s never loved anyone so much after meeting them for the first time

second in command!reader who Robb Stark had been in love with since he first laid eyes on her even though he never realized it and since they were babies, he would cry so loudly if she wasn't in his line of sight

second in command!reader who grew up with Robb and Jon at winterfell, and who was a spitfire with more audacity than a wildling from the moment she took her first steps

second in command!reader who was the little darling doe at winterfell with Sansa because she's the oldest girl and Ned Stark's boys would follow her until they reached the ends of the earth

second in command!reader who had Ned Stark's boys totally wrapped around her finger, and these three got into the most insane situations because little doe was an unhinged child

the trio became a squad when her brother came back after fighting in the Greyjoy Rebellion and Theon Greyjoy was taken as a hostage to winterfell

the squad became even more unhinged and insane because baby doe doesn't believe in subtlety and was the one who needed to be held back when a fight was about to begin

her nickname became baby doe because once she started walking, she very quickly took to running, and like a baby doe, there needed to be an entire searching party to look for her if it took too long for her to get back

ever since they were kids, Robb Stark would want two people to sit next to him during meals at the Great Hall: Jon and his Doe

so when Theon Greyjoy came to winterfell, he was nice to the boy because he was glad to have another friend, but he was NOT a fan at how his Doe kept sitting next to the boy now

but he supposed it would be okay because then doe came running toward him all excited and happy and adorable when she started spouting how she got her brother to agree to be a brother to Theon

if Jory became Theon's brother, then Theon would be doe's brother

brothers and sisters can't marry or fall in love, at least not in the way of the old gods, meaning that Theon and doe would never marry

Robb's mood was much better since then, much to the confusion from his mother and amusement from his father

Jory thought he was hallucinating.

she walking toward him with her big, doe eyes. her hand was clutching Theon Greyjoy's.

it was a funny sight to see how his baby sister, who was still so small, dragging a boy taller than her until she stood before him with that little twinkle in her eyes.

"Uncle Rodrik was being mean to Theon," she said. "I told him he was being mean and a hippogriff because he told me i have to be nice, but then he wasn't nice!"

Jory held back a snicker and just nodded.

"Yes, that was mean, but why did you bring him here, baby Doe?"

she pulled out her pout and quivering lip and Jory knew whatever she was going to ask from him, he'd say yes.

"Well, after Uncle Rodrik was mean, I asked Theon to show me how to shoot an arrow. And then Theon told me he doesn't have any brothers because they all died! And that made me so sad because if you died, I'd never be happy again!"

Theon groaned and softly elbowed her ribs as his face became red.

he groaned. "Doe, I told you not to tell anyone about that."

she turned to her new friend with an angry look and angrily stomped the dirt with her little foot.

"Of course I'm telling about it! You're my friend, and I don't like people being mean to my friends!"

Jory leans forward and picks her up until she looked like she was flying and her little legs were kicking in the air and she couldn't stop her giggles until he put her back on the ground again.

"Very good, baby Doe. But why did you bring him here?"

"I want you to be his brother like with me! Can you do that Jory? Pleaseeeeeeeeee? No one should be alone!"

...and of course, Jory said yes.

the huge smile on her face and she cheered and tackled him to the ground to thank him told him that he made the right decision.

since then, whenever Jory and Doe would go to the godswoods, ride through the wolf woods, or go fishing at acorn waters - Theon would be there with them.

for the first time since he was taken from home, Theon Greyjoy felt like he wasn't an outsider.

he felt like he wasn't a hostage held captive by his father's enemy who aided a king who slaughtered thousands of his father's men.

he felt like a boy who had a younger sister who was his best friend, and he was her's, and it felt like he never knew what it felt like being alone in the first place at all.

Robb Stark was not happy.

he was very not happy.

his mother had just given birth to his new baby sister, Arya Stark, and since then, he hasn't had a moment alone with Doe.

normally she would always be the first one in the courtyard, ready to train with him, Jon, and Theon under her Uncle Rodrik and brother, Jory.

but lately, all she's been doing is helping out his mother with his new sister - she's even been playing with Sansa!

Doe didn't hate his little sister - in fact, she liked Sansa very much, but Sansa liked boring stuff like playing princesses or dressing up or stitching.

and Doe wasn't boring...she was different from other girls at winterfell.

she loved to run in the woods and train with swords.

she hated wearing dresses and never bothered to learn how to braid her hair because she would just use the little leather string to hold it.

she loved playing snow wars during the summer snows and neer minded getting mud on her breeches.

but now...now she wasn't playing with him anymore and spending time with Sansa instead of him...it was very annoying.

and what's worse - Jon didn't get it, and neither did Theon.

Jon just shrugged when he complained. "Lady Stark needs help because she just gave birth to a baby."

Robb rolled his eyes. "I know that - but why is she spending all her time with Sansa? She doesn't even like playing princesses or stitching!"

Theon scoffed. "Your mum's spending all her time now with the new baby instead of Sansa, duh. If your sister's not kept busy or played with, then Lady Stark'll have two screaming babies."

Theon wasn't happy that Doe was spending time with the prissy little lady who was too much like her mother - always looking at him with an upturned nose and uppity attitude.

but he knew if he wasn't having a good time, his doe was having an even worse time.

Robb still pouted - he hated feeling like this, he didn't like it.

it was like that time when he caught doe being nice and playing the blacksmith's son and not him and he marched over to grab her wrist and dragged her away from him

Theon snickered. "Don't worry - Sansa'll get over it and you'll get your little lady back before you know it."

Robb's face turned bright red as Jon and Theon laughed at his expression.

"SHE IS NOT MY-"

"What're you lot screamin' for?"

Robb turned around and there she was, staring at her friends with a confused expression at the screaming she heard from her lord's son.

she burst out laughing at how he was gaping at her like a fish out of water.

She shoved his arm and walked ahead. "Come on! Septa Mor-dumb finally let me out! Let's get outta here before she changes her mind!"

she took off running with laughs echoing through the woods and all the boys followed after her.

it was the best day Robb had in so long: he spent the entire day running, fishing, playing, and climbing.

the four finally calmed down and stopped to rest underneath the red leaves of the weirwood tree.

Theon and Jon were fast asleep while Robb and Doe were still awake and talking.

"...Hey Doe?"

She turned to him. "Yeah?"

"Who do you like more: me or Sansa?"

She blinked before answering with a big smile. "You, of course, dummy! Sansa's not nearly as fun! And I knew you way longer - of course I like you more!"

the next time Doe played with Sansa, Robb didn't complain.

because he knew that no matter how many siblings he had, he'd always be her favorite Stark.

...Theon and Jon still keep teasing him about it though...whatever, they were just jealous.

these two are so in love and are so obvious and everyone knows it but them smh

@dipperscavern is literally my wife - we're married, we eloped, and second in command!reader is our baby

@ghostinvenus i hope you don't mind me tagging you, but there's gonna be a lot more brainrot for our doe 🤣

#game of thrones #asoiaf #robb stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark imagine #robb stark prompt #theon greyjoy #second in command reader #game of thrones x reader #theon greyjoy x reader #platonic relationships #jory cassel

[ravenofthefandoms]

A Bastard’s Happiness

Word Count: 4274

Pairing: Beric Dondarrion x Jon Snow’s twin!Reader

Characters: Beric Dondarrion, Eddard Stark, Jon Snow, Thoros of Myr, Jory Cassel (mentioned), Jaime Lannister (mentioned), Arya Stark (mentioned), Sansa Stark (mentioned), Septa Mordane (mentioned)

A/N: Requested by @futuristicyouthvoid!! Sorry it took so long for me to finish this, just had a long week at work and I was feeling lazy. I finally finished myself to finish it tonight but I haven’t proofread so it might be a bit shitty compared to my normal stuff. I hope you still enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned. They belong to George R.R. Martin. I do not own any gifs used. They belong to their original creators. I do not consent to my work being published by other accounts or on other platforms.

Being a bastard was never easy. However, being a bastard of Ned Stark and the twin sister of Jon Snow made it significantly easier. Though you were detested by the Lady Catelyn Stark, no one went out of their way to make your life difficult. Your upbringing was fairly peaceful. Jon protected you and your half-siblings were kind. Robb would tease and joke with you, but was never anything less than a gentleman. Sansa was always friendly, bonding over your needlework with her. She was far better than you were, her mother being her teacher, but yours was not shabby by any means. Despite your friendship with Sansa, Arya was also quite fond of you, though not nearly as much as she was with Jon. When she was a bit younger, the two of you would play sword with longer branches you could find in the Godswood.

The Godswood was your favorite place in the entirety of Winterfell. It was quiet and always peaceful. Which is why you had sought it that particular evening. Dusk began to grow, but you could only sob under the watchful eyes of the heart trees’ faces. The godswood, typically a place of peace and sanctuary, was the only comfort you could think of after your brother told you of his plans to leave for the Night’s Watch when your father left for King’s Landing. 

You had been aware of this trip as soon as the wheels began to turn for it. You had resigned yourself to the fact that your father was leaving and taking your sisters with him. As long as you had Jon, you could face down Balerion himself. But the Night’s Watch? That wasn’t just someplace you could follow him to. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t. There was nothing at that frozen castle for a woman, let alone a bastard woman. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of being surrounded by the criminals you knew lurked there. Even Jon couldn’t fight the entirety of the Night’s Watch for you.

A particularly strong wind blew through the trees, making you look up. A large frame was walking towards you, forcing your back ramrod straight. Another anxious beat of your heart resonated in your chest before you recognized the shape. “Lord father, I did not realize it was you.” You relaxed as Lord Stark’s stoic face appeared clearly from the shadows.

“I did not mean to startle you, (Y/N).” He settled down on a log next to you. “I was told that I may find you out here. Jon has told you of his plans.” You nodded in affirmation, teeth finding your lip as you nibbled it anxiously. 

“My dear, I do not wish to see you unhappy. But I cannot allow you to go with your brother. I am sorry.” His tone was sincere as he placed a warm hand on your knee. Looking up at him with teary eyes, you nodded. You had no desire to go to the Wall anyways, but this command from Lord Stark only solidified it.

The two of you sat in silence for a short time before you spoke. “Father, may I ask you for something?” He chuckled softly and gave you a curt nod. “Would it be at all possible for me to go with you to King’s Landing? I know that I should not ask since I have asked so much already, but I do not wish to stay in Winterfell without Jon. I think I’d like to explore, see more of Westeros. If you would permit it, of course. I-I-... I can protect myself. Gods know I’ve knocked Robb on his arse plenty. And I wouldn’t need much! I would never ask anything to be a burden on you.” You were rambling, you realized, and cut yourself off from continuing with a shaky breath.

Ned gave you a soft smile before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him and closed your eyes, taking in the feeling. His strong arm was warm and cradled you gently. He smelled of the Godswood and the hall in the keep. Burning this moment into your brain rooted you back to reality and you looked up at him with a smile. “I would not deny you this, daughter. You are a Stark, even if you do not have the name. If it is your wish to accompany us, then it shall be so.” Your face lit up with a grin as you wrapped your arms around him tightly. The action caught Ned offguard, but he returned it nonetheless. “Now, come. You are missing dinner.”

                                                          —

The Red Keep was not at all what you had imagined it to be. It loomed over you as the Stark party finished the final leg of its journey. King’s Landing, however, was exactly what you imagined. The stench and crowds as described your lord father had not been exaggerated, making you hate both upon arrival. 

It was fairly easy to trudge through the rest of the day, seeking the comfort of a comfortable bed after many months on the road. After all formalities had been seen to, you were shown to your rooms. Here, you had a servant prepare a bath for you as well as bring you food. The woman curstied and scurried away when you thanked her. As soon as she left, you worked on stripping yourself, hands working on their own as your mind strayed to the ride in. It was there, that you saw a familiar yet almost unrecognized face. Ser Beric Dondarrion. A few years your elder, he was someone you had met at a tourney in honor of the betrothal of one of the Tully cousins to one of his own cousins. You were both younger then, you only turning two and ten while Beric had recently celebrated his 17th nameday. 

He had gone to the abandoned training grounds that were on the other side of the castle from the tourney field. The day had been long and it was only midday. His father pushing him to find a bride was not something he wanted to deal with all day, so he decided to hack at a training dummy all day instead.

Here, he found you sparring with Jon, still short and awkward and chubby-faced. Despite the small age gap, the three of you became good friends over the duration of the week-long tourney. When you all bid goodbye for the last time, he swore to send ravens and Jon agreed to do the same. Over the past few years, however, the ravens became sparse and the letters not as detailed as when you were children. Seeing his face again had been a slight shock. He seemed older now, his hair cropped short and close to his head and a certain weariness in his eyes that had not been there before. You know, of course, that he had been named Lord of Blackhaven a few years after that tourney, but you were not prepared to see him like that.

Reaching up, you pulled free the few pins in your hair, shaking your mane out as you did. Your fingers pressed lightly into the slightly aching areas the metal had left behind. Once you were free from your confined clothing, you grabbed a robe from one of your chests that had been delivered to your room. It was slightly too warm for the warm climate of King’s Landing. The thick material still smelled of home, however, and it brought a sense of comfort to you. You wrapped it around yourself, burying your nose into your shoulder. 

A soft knock broke you from your reverie and had your feet following the sound to your door. “Thank the gods,” you muttered to yourself. The ache in your stomach had begun to grow. You were quite surprised, however, to find someone holding a tray of food that was not your maid. “Lord Beric!” The shock must have been evident upon your face because he simply chuckled and nodded.

“Lady (Y/N). A pleasure to see you again after all these years.” Still a gentleman, it seemed, given his use of a title that did not belong to you. “I thought I had seen you this morning in the Great Hall but I was not sure. Forgive the intrusion, but I had to see for myself if it was truly you.” There was an almost childlike expression of excitement on his face as he gazed upon you. A beat of breath held silence between the two of you before he realized he had caught you at a stage of undress.

“I was wondering the same, actually.” You admitted, wrapping yourself a bit tighter in your robe. “Forgive my state, I was expecting my maid.” He nodded, holding up the tray he seemed to have forgotten momentarily.

“Yes, that is where I got this. She went off to fetch bathwater, I believe.” He kept his eyes firmly planted on your face, honor not allowing his eyes to drift. The thought made you smile slightly, glad to know he hadn’t grown out of his knightly habits. “Jon is not with you?” In the short time he knew you both, the dark-headed twins were never far from one another. 

You shook your head gently, opening the door fully and gesturing for him to come in. He set the tray of food down on the table before turning back to you. “I’m afraid not. He’s actually gone to the Wall. My brother plans on taking the black.” A bittersweet smile graced your lips. 

He answered with his own small frown. “I’m sorry to hear that. For you, at least. I know that must not have been easy.” You shrugged slightly but nodded in affirmation.

“I will be alright. It’s about time I got rid of the sack of bones.” You attempted with a lighthearted joke, which he graciously chuckled at. “Truthfully, I am glad he is doing what will make him happy. He deserves it.”

Beric took a few steps closer to you. “And, if I may be so forward, my lady, what do you plan? Hopefully to find your own happiness.”

Your cheeks warmed imperceptibly. “I do hope to find that, yes. I must admit, I have thought quite a bit on what I will do here, but I still do not know.” You chuckled softly, eyes flicking up to his. 

“Perhaps we would be able to know each other better while you are here. If you can make the time for me, of course.” His tone was teasing and the glint in his eyes was full of mirth. The soft scuttle of shoes on the stone behind you drew your attention from the knight in front of you. Your maid had returned with two others to fill your bath. “For now, my lady, I will leave you.” 

“I think I will be able to make time to see you, my lord. A very thoughtful offer that I would gladly take. A good night to you, Lord Beric.” He now stood right in front of you, bowing to take your hand. His lips brushed your knuckles, light as a feather. Your eyes never left each others, so you curtseyed, the only thing you could think to do.

“Sleep well, my lady.” With that, he was gone and your maid was informing you that your bath was ready. When you sank into the warm water, you blamed the red heat across your face on the steam.

                                                          —

Days turned into weeks that turned into months of your time in King’s Landing. Three months, to be exact. You managed to fill your days despite your earlier doubts. You spent your time either exploring the Red Keep with Arya, working your needlepoint with Sansa, or spending time with Beric. Often times, the two of you would spar with one another, There were days, however, when you spent your time with him walking through the gardens or walking the markets of King’s Landing. 

“My lady, I hope I have not kept you waiting.” His voice behind you made you startle, but you turned to look up at him with a warm smile.

“Not at all, my lord.” You took the arm he offered to you before your short trek to the palace gardens. “I hope your morning was kind to you.” He had told you before that he prefers to do any and all business that he must as Lord of Blackhaven.

“It was nothing too difficult, my lady. Mostly, I spent my time waiting for a delivery from the marketplace.” Your brow quirked at him but you kept your face forward.

A small smile graced your lips when you felt his eyes on your face. “I hope your purchase was worth your wait and coin, my lord.” He nodded in agreement.

“I suppose you will have to tell me.” The two of you came to a halt as he removed his arm from your hand to reach into his coat. From an interior pocket, he produced a box, just longer than his hand that it sat upon.

Your eyes lit up in surprise as you gazed up at him. “Is it…?” Gifts were not something you were entirely unused to, but they were very unused to handsome young men, even if it was just friendly.

“For you, my lady. I hope you will find it as beautiful as I find you.” His words were spoken gently, though they still brought what you were sure was a pink dusting to your cheeks.

Opening the box, you found the most beautiful dagger that you had ever seen. The hilt had carvings of direwolves on one side, while a small purple jewel, one of his house’s colors, sat in the middle of the engravings on the other side. Your eyes, suddenly watery, turned up to him.”My lord, it’s…” Words failed to come to you. “I don’t know that I can accept this.” He smiled and shook his head, clasping the hand that held the knife gently.

“You can and you will. I insist.” You couldn’t help the grin that grew on your cheeks. The moment your eyes met, however, you swore a spark hit your chest. His gaze drew you in, leaving you nearly breathless. No words were spoken, the heat of his hand on yours suddenly very intense.

“Lady (Y/N), your father sends for you.” The voice of one of your father’s men snapped the pair of you from whatever moment you had just been caught in. A guilty blush engulfed your cheeks as you nodded. 

“Thank you. I will be along in just a moment.” You returned your gaze to Beric. “Only because you insist, my lord, I will thank you for this incredibly generous gift.” You dipped into a curtsey before placing the lid atop the box again. He bid you a soft goodbye, which you returned, before you followed your father’s man.

Arriving in your father’s chambers, a bolt of panic struck any floating feelings you held of your moment with Lord Beric into the dirt. “Father!” You cried as you rushed to his bedside, kneeling by your lord father’s head. Sansa stood to your right while Arya, on the other side of the bed, looked almost wrathful. “What has happened?” A gleam of sweat covered your father’s pale face and his leg was propped up under blanket. “There was a… situation with Ser Jaime.” Ned did not wish to delve into the details with your younger sisters around, so he motioned to Septa Mordane, who herded the younger two Stark girls from the room. “He attacked us in the streets. Jory is dead.” His hand found your free one, gripping it gently as a sob racked through your chest. Jory had been the first of your father’s men to train you willingly, acting as another older brother. You held a great amount of love for the man. Gently, your father tugged on your hand and motioned for you to sit on the bed next to him. You obliged, Beric’s gift resting in your lap. “Daughter, I worry. For your safety, especially. You do not have the Stark name to protect you.”

“I can protect myself, father. I can protect Sansa and Arya, too.” Your voice was pleading as you looked at him, scared of his next words. His smile was sad as he looked up at you. “I know, my child, I know. But I would rather you protect yourself somewhere else. King’s Landing is too dangerous. (Y/N), I want you to leave tonight. Ride for Riverrun. Though Cat is not your mother, the Tullys will still protect you. You are family. Hoster and Edmure have always been kind to you and your brother.” He readjusted his position on the bed gently, trying to keep the pain from flaring. “Tonight, you will pack a bag and take some money and food and ride.” His voice left no room for discussion. Though you knew he wanted only to protect you, fat tears still dropped onto your cheeks.

He reached up to pet your hair softly before looking at the box in your lap. “A gift? From who?” His attempts to distract you from tears made you smile softly. You lifted the lid from the box and presented the blade to him. “Lord Beric. He has just graced me with it before I came to you.” Ned’s eyes looked over you with a small, knowing smile.

“I’m sorry I am making you do this thing, but it must be done.” You nodded your agreement before standing. “And, for your safety, I beg that you do not tell anyone that you are leaving. I will explain it to Sansa and Arya.”

 You nodded again. “I suppose I shall go prepare then. I shall see you tonight, Lord Father.”

That night, you found yourself pressing a kiss goodbye to your father’s cheek before one of his men whisked you away to the stables. An extra simple gown, a bag of gold, and a few days rations of food weighed your saddle pack while your sword and gifted dagger swayed on your belt.

                                                          —

“Lord Beric Dondarrion. You shall have the command. Assemble one hundred men and ride to Ser Gregor’s keep.” The young lord agreed and, after Lord Eddard sentenced Ser Gregor, was ready to leave so he may prepare. “A moment, Lord Beric.” The younger man nodded and approached the Hand as everyone else left the Great Hall. Though the pair received an inquiring look from Littlefinger, they were soon alone. Ned’s voice was soft as he spoke, not wanting to be overheard. “As well as bringing Ser Gregor to justice, I would like to ask something else of you.”

Beric nodded. “Anything, Lord Hand.” Eddard’s gaze flicked to the doors and then to the hall leading to the Small Council room.

“My daughter, (Y/N). I have sent her to the Riverlands for her safety, after I was attacked. I told her to ride for Riverrun, but I fear she shall not go to my good father’s home. I ask that you search for her while in the Riverlands. Protect her, make sure she makes it to the Wall if you can. I imagine that is where she will want to go.” Beric’s heart skipped a beat at the Hand’s request. When you had disappeared a week ago, no note and no goodbye, he feared that he overstepped his boundaries. “I will find her, Lord Hand, and give my life for hers if I must.”

                                                          —

Months had passed since you had fled King’s Landing. Eddard’s suspicions were correct. He was taken prisoner and beheaded not long after. The rest of your household was killed with him, the only ones spared being Sansa and, presumably, Arya. When you had heard the news, you were staying at an inn in the Riverlands. Riverrun was nearby, but you had not yet decided if you wished to continue as your lord father had wished or if you wanted to find your brother.

Sitting at a table by yourself, you mulled over your thoughts with a tank of ale in your hands and the leftover remnants of your warm dinner in front of you. So lost in thought, you almost didn’t notice the man who decided to sit across from you. He was pock-faced and stank immensely of piss and ale. Immediately, he tried to get you to lay with him, his words slurred together. His attempt was shortlived, thankfully, as a lithe man with a bun pulling the hair from his face stepped in. The new man boxed the other around the ears, which had the drunk man grumbling before stumbling away.

“I apologize for my man. He’s drunk. My name is Thoros, my lady.” Thoros sat in the now vacant seat across from you. 

“I thank you, Ser Thoros. I was worried his smell would bring my dinner back onto my plate.” He chuckled at your sharp tongue. “I am (Y/N) Sn-... Stone.” After recent events, you had to remind yourself that being a Northerner outside of the North was far less safe than being a bastard of anywhere else. Thoros eyes narrowed at you slightly before he smiled politely.

“Well, (Y/N), it is a pity that you’re not a Snow. My men and I have been instructed by our lord to look out for a (Y/N) Snow. My lord is not looking for any Stones, though, so I suppose I shall leave you to your drink.” He stood from the table and started to make his way back to sit with his men.

“Wait!” You turned to stand after him. “Who is your lord?”

                                                          —

“Thoros is returning, my lord.” Beric nodded at the soldier before standing from his seat. Resheathing his sword, he walked towards the approaching party. He counted an extra horse, however, and greeted Thoros with a confused look. 

“My friend, may I present to you, (Y/N) Snow. Or so she says.” Thoros grinned at his friend teasingly, who gazed up at you with surprise in his eye. You dismounted your horse before approaching him timidly. It was not lost on you that you had disappeared from him, not saying anything about where you were going, and you were worried he would be upset with you, though it would be rightfully.

“Lord Beric,” you murmured before dropping into a curtsey. The man said nothing. Fear crept into your gut as you kept your eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. You were more than surprised, however, when Beric approached you quickly and pulled you into his arms. A small gasp fell from your lips before your own arms wrapped around his neck, face buried in his strong shoulder.

“(Y/N)... I was so worried,” he admitted when he pulled away from you, his hands holding onto your arms gently. Eye flicking around you, he noticed that many of his men were watching the pair of you. “Come. Let us find some privacy.” You nodded in agreement as he lead you to a secluded area of their hideout.

“I’m sorry,” you said as soon as you were alone. “My father was attacked and he wanted me to be safe so I ran. I wanted to say goodbye, truly, but he forbade it and I’m so sorry. Especially after you gave me such a thoughtful gift, I felt most horrible to leave you as I did.” You knew you were rambling but struggled to shut the floodgates as words tumbled from your lips.

Beric did not mind. Instead of letting you continue your rambling, his warm, calloused hand cupped your face before dropping his lips to meet your own. Your eyes shot open in surprise before fluttering closed, returning his soft yet desperate kiss. He was the first to pull away, resting his forehead against yours. “I thought I had scared you away. But your lord father sent me here and he told me everything. He asked me to find you.” Tears welled in your eyes at his words. “I am so sorry for your loss, (Y/N).” His voice was soft as he spoke.

Tears spilled over but his thumbs were quick to wipe them from your cheeks. “I was supposed to go to Riverrun but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” Your voice was watery and trembling as you spoke.

“The Lord of Light. He knew we would find you.” You giggled softly, more in surprise than anything. “My lady, I ask that you forgive my boldness again, but I must admit. You have my heart, (Y/N). When you left, I knew I had to find you again. Now you are here. I beg that you stay with me. Let me protect you. Let me love you.”

Your own hand came up to caress his cheek, his head leaning into your palm. “The old gods and the new would have to drag me away from you, Beric.” He smiled at you, sunshine from his grin warming you through. Pulling away from him slightly, you allowed yourself to take in his appearance. His beard had grown out much more, a patch covered his right eye, and a new weariness made him look older than his 21 years. “What’s happened to you?” Your fingers drifted over the patch.

His shoulders shook with a soft chuckle. “I will tell you everything later, my love. But it was all worth it. I have you back, so it was worth it.”

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[esther-dot]

Ned was there when Lyanna died in Tower of Joy. He even fought with the guards of Rhaegar to meet with his sister. Yet Ned never think bad about Rhaegar. Oberyn and Doran were shown to have no single thought on Rhaegar humiliating their sister Elia. Only Brandon was shown to be angry for what Rhaegar did to Lyanna. I mean Ned had more thoughts on how Joffery is bad news for Sansa but no thought on Rhaegar. Is grrm deliberately doing this? If these three guys have shown their anger towards Rhaegar then maybe readers will see him a bad news. I think grrm is hiding Rhaegar and Lyanna story for Jon parentage to not get reveal early. 🤔

(continuation of this convo)

I think about this a lot too, anon. For some reason it was Oberyn who really came to mind during this chain of asks, and to my lizard brain, the omission of anger towards Rhaegar feels like an oversight on the author's part or evidence that he doesn't take the issue with Rhaegar that I do. That’s a thought that’s hard for me to even entertain as someone who has hated men for committing lesser crimes against my little sister! Obviously it makes sense to hate the perp and architect of Elia’s death and focus on them as they are alive, but Rhaegar is the one who kickstarted the events that led to Elia’s death, so ya know, hate.

As for Ned, I think this was the only quote that (to me) felt like Ned having an opinion about Rhaegar:

There was no answer Ned Stark could give to that but a frown. For the first time in years, he found himself remembering Rhaegar Targaryen. He wondered if Rhaegar had frequented brothels; somehow he thought not. (AGOT, Eddard IX)

And initially, maybe it does read like Rhaegar is being favorably contrasted with Robert. But if we opt to not assume we're to form a conclusion about Rhaegar's character from this, and instead see it as the author revealing more of the truth to us, it is clearly Martin telling us, Rhaegar wasn't given to fits of passion/lust that would send him to a brothel or say, lead him to abduct and rape a girl. Martin wants us to know that what Robert believes is the story, isn't.

That doesn't mean we're being told this is a love story though!

As more info about Rhaegar is revealed we find that learning something totally altered him, that he became wholly absorbed with the prophecy/his fate. His single-mindedness in pursuit of that meant he personally transformed from a bookworm to a warrior. That certainly leaves the door open for us to imagine he’d do other things, even bad things, outside his typical behavior.

So I’d say this is less about Ned’s feelings about Rhaegar, and more, the author trying to guide us in understanding him, telling us this guy wasn’t really distracted from his purpose. Of course it makes no sense for Ned to have that thought about a man if he believed that man kidnapped and repeatedly raped his sister. It really doesn’t. However, it does work as a hit that Robert's version of events isn’t the whole story. There are occasionally lines that I don't think fit the POV perfectly and seem more like the author inserting a thought which means I hesitate to read too much into Ned's feelings there. IMO, this is primarily something the author was wanting to impress upon as as foundation for a later revelation about Rhaegar wanting another child for his three heads of the dragon stuff.

But here's another Rhaegar mention in Ned's next chapter:

It would have to be his grandfather, for Jory's father was buried far to the south. Martyn Cassel had perished with the rest. Ned had pulled the tower down afterward, and used its bloody stones to build eight cairns upon the ridge. It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy, but for Ned it was a bitter memory. They had been seven against three, yet only two had lived to ride away; Eddard Stark himself and the little crannogman, Howland Reed. He did not think it omened well that he should dream that dream again after so many years. (AGOT, Eddard X)

and when we pair it with this reference:

Robert had been jesting with Jon and old Lord Hunter as the prince circled the field after unhorsing Ser Barristan in the final tilt to claim the champion's crown. Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty's laurel in Lyanna's lap. He could see it still: a crown of winter roses, blue as frost.

Ned Stark reached out his hand to grasp the flowery crown, but beneath the pale blue petals the thorns lay hidden. He felt them clawing at his skin, sharp and cruel, saw the slow trickle of blood run down his fingers, and woke, trembling, in the dark. (AGOT, Eddard XV)

It is clear that there are victims to Rhaegar's actions, that other's suffer as a result of his choices, that these actions may have been pleasing to him "tower of joy," "urged his horse past his own wife," but we can read the horror in them, "for Ned it was a bitter memory," "all the smiles died."

So, even when I'm surprised at the lack of venom these men have for Rhaegar whose choices set everything into motion, and don’t think it makes sense for Ned to think of him as he does, even in the most Rhaegar-favorable reading of this we can come to, it isn't the case that we're meant to brush aside the cost of Rhaegar’s choices. It's simply that, I'm such a this or that person, I see the cost and decide Rahegar is trash, Martin is a this and that person. He can still sympathize, even finds some real tragedy (it seems) in the life/death of such a man. I mean, I still call scumbag, idiot, statutory rapist at a minimum, but I’m trying not to project.

Rhaegar could have had his reasons and believed what he was doing was right, but clearly, he was wrong. Wrong about the prophecy, wrong to prioritize chasing that rather than taking practical steps to protect the realm, wrong to implode a girl’s life when she was too young to understand all the ramifications or in a position to refuse his advances. And of course, wrong to humiliate Elia, wrong to betray a woman who had done nothing, nothing to deserve such treatment. Rhaegar was so so wrong to think that his unstable father would be able to hold everything he had fucked up together.

And yet, we have disinterest where we would expect hatred. I guess that’s why your last point is the one to hold onto:

I think grrm is hiding Rhaegar and Lyanna story for Jon parentage to not get reveal early.

Martin wants it to have impact with the reader when they finally get the confirmation of R+L=J, so everything Ned is permitted to think/feel is curtailed by what the author is willing/unwilling to divulge. That’s small comfort, but I’ll take it!

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[levithestripper]

Christmas/Holiday Shopping with the Starks, Lannisters, Men of the Night’s Watch, Jory Cassel, Jorah Mormont, Bronn, + Sandor Clegane

✩ Masterlist! ✩

✩ Warnings: slight modern au, gender-neutral reader ✩

✩ Taglist: @aestosia, @sandorcentral, @aestheticallywinchester, @th3rah, @the-1-sin-bin, @broadsdrinkwhisky, @i-smoke-chapstick, @ban-canram ✩

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

✩ A/N: since these hcs are about christmas/winter holidays, a holiday westeros doesn't have, it'll be more modern au than canon-compliant. but some parts will stay the same, like the lannisters being rich and powerful, the starks being a powerful family, that kinda stuff. no mentions of modern conveniences like cars, the internet, etc... ✩

Ned typically buys you one really expensive gift, then a bunch of smaller “stocking stuffer” type gifts to go along with the main one. He prefers to gift you the most expensive thing since usually, that’s the gift you want most. His present wrapping game is the best in Winterfell, hands down. It looks like a professional did it. No one knows how he manages to make it look that good. When it comes time to hide the present, he’ll stick it in the furthest back corner of his closet or a cabinet somewhere.

When he goes to do the shopping itself, he’ll go alone and turn the day into a “him day” where it’s just Ned and his thoughts. He even treats himself to lunch if he’s out long enough.

Robb is similar to his father when buying you presents, but he’ll buy two or three expensive gifts, rather than only one like Ned does. Clothes are by far Robb’s favorite thing to buy you for some reason. He just really enjoys browsing around stores and pop-up shops, trying to find something you’d look cute in. But let’s face it, Robb thinks everything looks cute on you, doesn't matter what it is.

He isn’t the best at wrapping gifts, but he’s passable. It’s easier when what he’s wrapping is a square, it gives him the least amount of issues. Robb likes to go shopping with Theon since they have to shop for essentially the same people. It just makes it easier on both of them really.

Now, hiding presents is what Robb truly excels at. You can search the entire house up, down, left, right, and sideways, and you still won’t find where that handsome fucker put it.

When it’s Bran’s turn to go holiday shopping, he’ll want to buy you everything on your list and then some. Cat takes him shopping and will point out different things she thinks you’ll like to him. She also gets some shopping done for her list too. Bran likes to pick out gifts for his brothers and sisters with her, and Cat is grateful for the help. Bran’ll buy you a variety of things; he doesn’t just stick with one like Robb does.

Bran is absolutely terrible at wrapping presents. He’ll ask Cat to wrap them for him so they’ll look pretty. But if it’s something he can put in a bag, he’ll do that instead. He loves to watch you open his gifts for you, seeing the excited smile on your face makes everything worth it <3

This is the one and only time where Tyrion blatantly flaunts his money around. Typically he doesn’t like to show it off around you ‘cause he thinks it’s shallow, but he will for this. Expect everything on your wishlist to be wrapped neatly underneath the tree. You mention seeing something in a store window that you liked? Tyrion went out and bought it the next day. He visits your favorite clothing stores too. If he can’t find anything he thinks you’ll like, he’ll make sure to get you a gift card for the store to make sure you get something from there.

Tyrion’s very, very good at wrapping presents. It’s like a hidden talent of his. Every corner is smoothly taped with that fancy clear gift wrapping tape; it looks like the box came out of an ad.

Instead of buying you something, Jaime will hand make you something. He’ll secretly take either needlepoint or knitting classes from someone in the city. If he learns needlepoint, Jaime’ll stitch you a landscape of your favorite place in Westeros. In his knitting classes, he’ll make you a plushie that somewhat resembles a dog. It’s adorable even if the ears are a little off-center and the nose is crooked. It makes it more special this way. Depending on the yarn he has, he’ll knit the plushie in fun colors. Jaime even makes you a card instead of buying one. He writes it out in colored pencil so it matches the plushie.

Most gifts from Jaime will come in a bag, so there’s no need for him to wrap any boxes or anything like that. He finds it easier and more convenient for both of you.

Jon will ask you what you want most then he’ll buy that for you. He prefers to buy you one thing and have the rest of his gift be an activity he’s planned. It makes more sense to him to give you a gift that you can experience, rather than something materialistic. Jon plans a hike followed by a picnic under some trees. Romantic, but still enough of a surprise to qualify as a gift.

When he goes to wrap what he bought you, it turns out better than he thought. Sure, it’s a little sloppy, but it ends up looking pretty good. The ends are a bit crooked, and some of the paper is ripped from pulling on it, but Jon’s proud of it.

Edd has the worst time trying to figure out what you want, even when you give him a list. He wants it to be perfect, causing him to fret over every little thing. To be honest, it’s kinda cute, just ‘cause it’s Edd. Eventually, when he finds the perfect gift, he’ll buy cute wrapping paper to go along with it. Every year he buys a different pattern, too. Last year it was dragons, and this year it was snowmen.

Edd hides your present in a scavenger hunt-type thingy. He leaves little handwritten clues all over Castle Black to help you find it. If you have a hard time, Edd will come and help guide you through it. When you find and unwrap your gift, he kisses you sweetly right afterward, smiling so hard he almost breaks the kiss.

Grenn wanted to do the scavenger hunt idea like Edd did, but Edd told him he couldn’t steal his idea, so he had to come up with something different. He finally decided on taking you out for a nice dinner to give you your present then. He decorates the table with a few scented candles and flowers, trying to make it look as fancy as he could. Fancy-looking stuff is hard to come by this far north!

Grenn buys you something capable of fitting in a bag since the poor man is incapable of wrapping a present at all. He stuffs the bag to the brim with tissue paper, hoping it’d make it look fuller.

When it’s Jory’s turn to shop, he knows exactly what he wants. He’s in and out in not more than twenty minutes. Jory isn’t the biggest fan of shopping in general, so he wants to get it over with as quickly as possible. He buys you most of the clothes that you had on your list, including a few pairs of cute socks. Regardless of your clothing style preference, Jory loves seeing you wear socks with fun patterns on them.

When he gets home, he wraps them up all nice ‘n pretty with a big red bow. He makes you a card to go along with it. He uses a fancy pen to write on the inside, his cursive perfect. He surrounds his writing with a bunch of little hearts, some filled in, some not. Jory signs his name with a heart at the end, too.

Jorah is super nervous when it comes to the holidays and buying you a present. He wants it to be perfect! He goes to what seems like ten different stores, trying to find something you’d like, before finally settling on a pair of boots he’d seen you eyeing. Boots are the perfect gift! They even come with a nice box!

Speaking of boxes, if it’s not a perfect square/rectangle, Jorah won’t be able to wrap it. Like not at all. The paper is confusing and he does not like it at all. He picks out the prettiest wrapping paper he could find and does the best he can with it. In an attempt to make the box look a bit better, he ties a bow around it.

Bronn thinks the whole thing is stupid at first, but when he sees how excited you are for the holidays, he quickly changes his mind. He looks over your entire list and buys you everything he could find. Bronn’s never done any holiday shopping like this before, so his wrapping game isn’t exactly the best. When he finds out he could put his presents in bags, he thought he saw heaven. So he bought a butt-ton of bags and patterned tissue paper and called it a day.

Actually giving you your present is where Bronn started to panic. He’s never been good with this kind of stuff! He’s lucky he was able to ask you on a date without passing out! Bronn may be an intimidating knight, but around you, he gets pretty nervous. You make Bronn weak in the knees <3 His plan is to catch you when you have a minute, hand you your gifts, and not make a big deal about it. So he snags you out of the hallway and pulls you into an empty room, thrusting the gifts into your hands.

Watching Sandor holiday shopping is very entertaining. Seeing this 6’4” man buying clothes that obviously won’t fit him, carrying pink and purple shopping bags that clash with his typical darker outfits. Literally, all you need is a bowl full of popcorn and a lawn chair. Sandor surprisingly loves holiday shopping and shopping in general. He really enjoys shopping for you, finding things he thinks you might like, imagining how you’d look in an outfit he saw in the window.

No matter what he buys you, Sandor will put it in a box and wrap it. Wrapping presents is his favorite part about the holidays for him. He loves making them look real nice, even if it’s just going to be torn up later. Sandor takes Arya shopping with him, which is probably against his better judgment. He either invites her to go with him, or she’ll show up with her own horse and ride next to him. It’s easier to just invite her, trust me. Sandor needs to go shopping, Arya needs to go shopping, a win-win in Arya’s book.

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[a-libra-writes]

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.

#ned stark x reader #robb stark x reader #sansa stark x reader #jon snow x reader #benjen stark x reader #jory cassel x reader #eddison tollett x reader #yara greyjoy x reader #daenerys targaryen x reader #jorah mormont x reader #missandei x reader #grey worm x reader #tywin lannister x reader #tyrion lannister x reader #jaime lannister x reader #sandor clegane x reader #petyr baelish x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #davos seaworth x reader #margaery tyrell x reader #brynden tully x reader #edmure tully x reader #Brienne of Tarth x Reader #ramsay bolton x reader #roose bolton x reader #oberyn martell x reader #bronn x reader #got x reader #game of thrones x reader #good lord the tags

[th3rah]

Warmth

Here's some Jory Cassel angst! I have such conflicting emotions because I love Jaime Lannister (he really does have a heart of gold), but I can never get over Jory Cassel's death! TT-TT So, here's a little drabble I came up with in my head while showering this morning!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of death, probably some grammatical errors, implied Jaime Lannister x Reader

"How can you forgive Ser Jaime for what he's done?" Sansa asked, her tear stained cheeks turning red as fresh tears welled up once more. "For what he and his family have done to my family? To Jory?"

You sat there in silence for a moment, the only sound was Sansa's hiccups. Letting your gaze drift to the window, you watched as birds flew past, hearing them chirp happily. For a moment, you could almost see Jory standing out on the balcony. His back was turned to you as if looking out at the city. But then you blinked and he was gone. You hummed briefly and turned your eyes back to the Stark girl, a sad smile upon your face.

"I haven't." You answered sadly. "And I'm unsure that I ever truly will." This was an honest reply. Something that you had felt in your soul, but dared not to acknowledge as yours and Jaime's friendship grew.

After the deaths of Eddard Stark and Jory Cassel, Jaime had felt a strange sense of guilt for what he had done to you. He had been friendly to you during the early days of your stay in King's Landing. Even after murdering your husband, Jaime had taken it upon himself to keep you safe from any harm that his family might inflict upon you. When war was declared, he took you with him. You helped keep him alive when he was a prisoner of Robb Stark. And when it was time for him to return to the Lannisters, you aided Brienne in doing so. And now, Robb and Catelyn Stark were also dead.

You couldn't deny that you had grown to love the pitiful man. But you also couldn't deny that in your heart, it was a challenge to forgive him for his transgressions.

"Jory…" You took a deep breath and continued, your pained smile remaining all the while. "I still see him every night. He comes to me in my dreams and he holds me so gently." You closed your eyes and a tear fell down your cheek at the image of him before you. "He holds me and tells me that all will be well. And he puts his hand on my cheek," You place your own hand to your cheek and you try to remember what his hand felt like. "He tells me that I must continue living. That he wants me to live. And his hand is so warm, Sansa.” You say, more tears escaping from behind your eyelashes. You open them and the tears flow freely, although you do not make a sound to signify your weeping. What you do not tell her is that when you wake up, you find that the warmth from Jory’s hand is actually the morning sun, its rays shining across your face. You wake up and you are alone.

Sansa sniffles and you remove your hand from your cheek to place it on hers, wiping away her sorrow with your thumb. “We must live, Sansa.” You whisper with a comforting smile. “Otherwise they’ve all died in vain.”

#jory cassel x reader #jaime lannister x reader #jory cassel #game of thrones #drabble #angst

[foreverasummerandmore]

#jamie sives #jory cassel #jorycassel #jory cassel imagine #jory cassel x reader #jamie sives imagine #asoiaf #game of thrones #gameofthrones #game of thrones season 1 #game of thrones fanfiction

[fangirlfanwritings]

Jory Cassel Request

Can you do a drabble with jory cassel from game of thrones plss

You sat in your rocking chair working on sewing as the fire danced in the fireplace when you heard the door open. You turned, unsure of who would be coming into your home, when you saw your husband, Jory, stepping in. “Jory? What are you doing home this early?”

“Lord Stark gave me leave for the day,” he told you and kissed your forehead before sitting in the chair across from you. You could see in his eyes that there was something he wasn’t saying.

“Jory. What is it?”

“The King has named Lord Stark as the Hand. He is to leave for King’s Landing with the King...and he’s asked me to go with him.”

“Oh…,” you leaned back in your chair. “For how long?”

“As one of his most trusted I can’t be sure. I know he’d let me visit home but with him there…,” he trailed. “I had a different thought though. He sat forward and grabbed your hands in his. “Give me time to get things together in King’s Landing. I’ll get us a large room in the palace, or a small home near it, and I’ll send for you two.” He looked down at the small baby girl in the bassinet next to you.

You squeezed his hands. “As long as we’re together.”

#jory x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones imagines #got imagine #got imagines #jory cassel imagine

[megsironthrone]

Obsessed

When Petyr Baelish becomes unnaturally obsessed with the reader, he will stop at nothing to have her. 

So, I’ve been a lot of research into the minds of criminals for my novel and from that, this fic was born. I do not own Petyr Baelish. He belongs to George R.R.Martin. 

WARNINGS: OBSESSION! JEALOUSY! KIDNAPPING! ATTEMPTED MURDER! STALKING OF A SORT! MANIPULATION! AND ASSAULT(WHAT COULD BE CONSIDERED ABUSE) PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! Oh and it’s long. 

Pairings/Characters: Yandere!Petyr Baelish x fem!reader, Ros

Petyr glared from his window of the brothel. You were passing through once again, but that’s not why he was glaring. No, it was the person you were with. Petyr didn’t want to see you with anyone else. He wanted you to be his and his alone. He wasn’t sure when this obsession began but he knew he had to have you. You were going to be his. No matter what.

         Petyr left the window, already plotting his next move in his head. He swept passed the whores he employed and their patrons. He had one goal in mind. Outside the brothel, Petyr let his careful gaze search for his prey. He found you quickly and almost smiled. Until he saw Jory Cassel place a kiss to your cheek. The sudden surge of jealousy that coursed through Petyr was too much. He had to do something and fast. But what?

         The brothel keep knew he couldn’t attack Jory right there without provocation. That would only lead to Ned Stark having him beheaded or thrown in the dungeons. If that happened, you’d be lost to him forever, just like Catelyn. He had to play this one smart. Get Jory away from you without casting suspicions on himself. A smirk grew on his face as a plan formed in his mind. He knew just what to do; he only needed to bide his time.

         He wouldn’t have to wait long. When Ned started asking around about Robert’s bastards and Catelyn had taken Tyrion Lannister prisoner, Petyr got his chance. He would use Jaime Lannister and the gold cloaks to rid himself of Jory Cassel and take you for his own.

*time skip*

         Just as Petyr predicted, Jaime took care of Jory Cassel for him. The Stark’s guard was now dead and Petyr was free to pursue you. Except you wanted nothing to do with him. When news of Jory’s death had reached you, you shut yourself away from the world. You refused to see anyone except Ned and his daughters and Petyr was getting impatient. There was only one course of action left. He was going to take you whether you wanted to come or not.

         "Just bring her to me, Ros,“ he ordered the redhead and continued, "Bring her to me, unharmed, and you will only have the finest patrons from now on.” Ros simply nodded and went on her way. She knew better than to argue with him. He helped her rise from the whore of Winterfell to one of the most sought after companions in King’s Landing. She would always do what he said.

         Ros returned a few moments later, with you in her arms. The glare on Petyr’s face was enough to kill. “What. Happened?” he seethed. He was quickly losing control, seeing you unconscious like that. “We were set upon by a few gold cloaks, milord. They hit her hard before I could stop them.” Petyr wasted no time in taking you from Ros and carrying you to his chambers. You would rest there for now.

         "What’s so important about her?“ Ros asked, having followed Petyr. Petyr whirled on the whore and grabbed her throat. "I told you to bring her to me unharmed, Ros.” Ros tried to explain again, but Petyr let her go and shooed her away. “Out. I wish not to be disturbed for the rest of the night.” Ros didn’t have to be told twice.

         Petyr turned back to you and sat next to you on the bed. He ran his fingers over your face and through your hair. He took his time memorizing your features so that, even when he wasn’t with you, he could still see your face clearly. Not that he’d be away from you often anymore. He had you where he wanted you and that was where he would keep you from now on.

         Surprisingly, it didn’t take you long to wake up. A slight groan made Petyr put some distance between you. He didn’t want to scare you right away. Your (e/c) eyes opened slightly. “Where am I?” you whispered. Petyr cleared his throat. “You are in my establishment, my dear Y/N.” You blinked as you moved to sit up. “How did I get here?” Petyr took a moment to decide what to say. Should he make himself out to be a hero? Or should he tell you at least part of the truth of what happened? He wouldn’t get the chance to make a choice.

         "Wait. That redhead I was with. Ros? She’s one of your girls! Y-You…" you trailed off, giving Petyr a chance to take back the upper hand. “She is. I sent her to you as a friend. I heard what happened to Jory Cassel and wanted to know that you were alright.” Your eyes narrowed.

         "I don’t believe you, Lord Baelish. You never do anything for anyone unless it benefits you. You had her kidnap me!“ you cried, jumping up. It was obvious to Petyr that your head was still swimming when you swayed and plopped back down on the bed. "I assure, Y/N, that I care only for your well being,” Petyr cooed, his voice akin to honey. You glared again.          

         "I. Don’t. Believe. You,“ you said again, putting emphasis on every word, "You’re a snake, Littlefinger. You’ve always been a snake.” You stood again on steadier feet and made for the door. Petyr’s hand shot out as he grabbed your wrist. You looked at him with pure venom in your eyes. “Let me go.” You wrenched your hand out of his and tried the door. Locked.

         Petyr’s smile was predatory as you turned to face him. “You will let me out. NOW!” Petyr stalked toward you. You could only compare him to a lion stalking its prey. “You are safer here than in the Keep, Y/N. I have the means and power to protect you now that Jory cannot. Don’t you think he would want you protected?”

         Realization dawned on you. Petyr could see it in your expression. “It was you. You had him killed.” Petyr was standing right in front of you now. Your back was pressed into the locked door as tears formed in your eyes. “You monster,” you whispered. Petyr chuckled. “There are much worse than I that deserve to be called monster, Y/N. I simply wish to protect you. I couldn’t do that with Jory in the way.”

         "Let me go. Please,“ you whimpered. Petyr shushed you while reaching out to tuck a strand of (h/c) hair behind your ear. He leaned in and whispered, "You cannot leave. I won’t let you.” He could feel you shaking so he was surprised when he felt himself being pushed away. Your hand came up and slapped him across the cheek. “I demand you let me go this instant!”

         When Petyr denied you again, you flew at him. You attacked him with every ounce of strength you possessed. With every hit you demanded that he let you go. Petyr finally caught both your wrists in his hands, stilling your movements. His eyes were flashing with rage; a rage that only you had been able to bring out of him. “This is your last chance, Y/N. You will obey.” Shrieking at the top of your lungs, you brought a knee up into his stomach. He let you go and you turned tail.

         You barely made it back to the door when you felt his hand come around your throat. He pulled you away from the door and practically threw you on the bed. He stood over you, panting and enjoying the fear in your eyes. Fear made people listen. Fear made people obey. “You’re mine, Y/N. I have made it so.” You shook your head in defiance.

         "I will never be yours. This obsession of yours is sick.“ Petyr stared down at you for a moment. Didn’t you understand? Why were you being so uncooperative? But what you said next completely made him lose control. "I cannot wait to see them behead you for this. You’re mad!”

         Once more, Petyr’s hand made it way to your throat. If you wouldn’t be his, you wouldn’t be anyone’s. After a moment, however, he decided he couldn’t look at your face. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over your face. You thrashed and tried to call out for help. Petyr simple held you still. He wasn’t going to let you leave alive.

         When you had stopped fighting Petyr began to lift the pillow just as the door burst open and Petyr felt himself being dragged off of you. To his surprise, it was Ros that approached you. She leaned over you and whispered something that Petyr couldn’t hear. He was too busy fighting off the guards holding him and screaming at Ros about how she betrayed him.

         "The girl?“ one of the guards asked when Petyr quieted down. Ros shook her head. "I-I don’t know. She’s not breathing.” Another guard scooped you up in his arms and carried you out of the room, prompting Petyr to start crying out again. He continued to call out your name as he was escorted to the dungeons of the Red Keep.

         Petyr had no clue how long he was down there. Long enough to start hallucinating. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured your face. He saw you accepting him. He saw kisses and caresses. He heard your voice. He could smell your unique scent. It was intoxicating to him, but he knew it wasn’t real because he couldn’t reach out an hold you.

         "Littlefinger,“ a sharp voice cried, snapping out of his latest fantasy, "You got a visitor.” Petyr arched a brow. No one ever visited him. He looked up and, through the bars, he could see the face he’d been dying to touch. “Y/N,” he whispered as he got up to move closer. He was stopped by the chain attached to his ankle. “They’ve decided to execute you tomorrow,” you told him. There was not one bit of emotion in your voice as you said it.

         "At your behest, I imagine.“ You held your head high. "Oh, Y/N, you look so radiant. So powerful. It’s why I chose you.” You didn’t respond the way he wanted. “I merely came to tell you that I will be standing there watching when the sword comes down on your neck, Littlefinger. I will watch as they take your head and after that? I shall never think of you again. Your memory will fade from my mind and then I will think on this no more.” With that, you turned on your heel and left him alone again.

         Petyr watched you go, a smirk on his face. He would find a away to escape his fate, as he had done many times before. And when he did, he would take you again. He would take you as far from King’s Landing, from Westeros, as he could. You would be his in the end. It was only a matter of time. After, when Petyr Baelish became obsessed, he never rested until he got what he wanted.

#game of thrones #petyr baelish #petyr baelish x reader #petyr x reader #tw: kidnapping #trigger warning: kidnapping #tw: attempted murder #trigger warning: attempted murder #tw: stalking #trigger warning: stalking #tw: assault #tw: abuse #trigger warning: assault #trigger warning: abuse

[sohereweare1]

Fanfic Ask - - A for Don't Stop Swaying . Masque Of Masks. The Moon Tower Secret and M and U

Hello Anon!

A - How did you come up with the title to -  

Don’t Stop Swaying - I took this from the title song “Don’t Stop Swaying” by Sophie B. Hawkins. It is about a brother and sister, and yes it’s what you think it is. Listen to the lyrics. It’s a softer song, and it suits the Robbsa in the fic.

Masque Of Masks - Well, this fic was supposed to be a one-shot at a Masquerade Ball. “Masquerade” was too long and didn’t sound right, so I shortened it, and a masque is a dancing/acting entertainment, and of course masks... Robb and Sansa wear “masks” figuratively. So it’s like they perform a dance of imagery and they wear different faces for the world to see. 

The Moon Tower Secret -  I’m surprised a Harry x Sansa fic made it into these asks. :) Moon Tower is the area of the bedchambers for Lord Arryn in the Eyrie.  The Secret - well, the reader will have to guess: is it the secret of Robb taking Sansa’s maidenhead while Harry is drugged.... or is the secret that Sansa has fallen in love with Harry Hardying? Hmmmm...... :)

M-  I previously answered this in one of the asks below this one... but yes I have a lot on the back burner! One hopefully will be ready to post on the 26th!

U -  A pairing you might like to write for, but haven’t tried yet -  Arthur x Morgana, which i actually am ready to write soon; Jaime x Sansa, Cersei x Jaime, Robb x Roslin Frey, Dany x Jorah, Gwen x Leon (Merlin fandom), Melissandre x Sansa, Jory Cassel x Sansa. 

 Thanks Anon!!

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[reader-imagines-blog]

Vows [Part 3] (Jaime Lannister x Reader)

a/n: hey! hi! hello! here's the third part to my jaime story which i am Very Much enjoying writing lmao. im such trash for this character and i just wanT A SOLID REDEMPTION ARC. sigh. anyways. enjoy! 

PART 1 PART 2 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

 WORD COUNT: 1,533 

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The Flower in The North's marriage to the Lion of Lannister was the largest source of gossip in Westeros since Cersei's marriage to Robert. Two great houses marrying was practically unheard of, much less a Stark and Lannister union. 

Weeks into the new Lady Lannister's marriage found Y/N rather content, if a bit lonely. She hadn't had very much time to spend with her sisters or her father, being constantly watched by Lannister guards. Y/N had been invited to several luncheons of tea and walks through the gardens with Cersei and she had come away from every one of them uneasy and feeling threatened. 

Y/N was itching for interactions with her family, feeling as though she had been thrown to the lions with no hope of rescue. Y/N missed the frosty air of the North, she missed Jon's constant quiet wisdom, and she missed her twin. The distance between Robb and Y/N was excruciating and no amount of letters back and forth could fill that void. 

About a month into Jaime and Y/N's marriage, word that Jaime had taken a group of Lannister soldiers and was currently seeking 'negotiations' with her father reached Y/N and caused her heart to drop to her feet. 

She had saddled a horse immediately after she received word and rode as quick as she could to Littlefinger's brothel, where Varys had said they'd be. Y/N was furious. Word had spread through the Kingdoms like wildfire that Catelyn Stark had kidnapped Tyrion Lannister and was accusing him of Bran's attempted murder. Jaime had been furious all morning, hardly looking at Y/N and not listening to her pleas to calm down and to not do anything rash. 

Obviously, he had not listened. 

Y/N stopped her horse in front of the brothel and came upon her Lord husband questioning her father on the whereabouts of Tyrion, his sword in Ned's face. Y/N didnt wait for her horse to stop before she had jumped off of her saddle, immediately unsheathing her sword as she stumbled. 

"What in the Seven is going on here? Jaime?" 

Jaime regarded his wife with his signature cocky façade, grabbing her upper arm and dragging her in front of her father. There was a reason Jaime hadn't brought Y/N out in public. He wasn't a fan of who he had to be in the eyes of Westeros, and he knew Y/N wouldn't be either. 

"According to your father's guard here, I was threatening him. And you'll address me formally." Jaime looked at the sword in Y/N's hand and quickly took it from her, tossing it to the side. Y/N's eyes, ablaze with unabashed fury and shame of her husbands current treatment of her, briefly moved to Jory Cassel, and then back to Jaime. 

"Well did you, my Lord Husband?" 

Jaime smirked. "Well let's see, dear wife. I told him that I am going to cut him open, balls to brain, and see what Starks are made of. Does that classify as a threat to you, my darling?" 

Y/N glared coldly up at her husband. Jaime felt his heart drop but kept his smirk firmly in place. 

"Well we'll just have to see what Lannister's are made of first, then?" 

Jaime threw one last glare at Ned before again looking to his wife. Even without a sword, she was willing to threaten him. In a way, Jaime was proud. 

"Tread carefully, dear wife. You are a Lannister." 

Ned chose this moment to intervene, worry for his eldest daughter hardening in his chest and showing in his eyes. "If you kill me, you'll never see your brother again." 

Jaime laughed humorlessly, turning from Y/N. "You're right," He turned and nodded to his soldiers, "Take him alive. Kill his men." 

Y/N immediately began struggling against Jaime, watching his men kill her father's, men she had grown up around. Jaime growled, frustrated, and passed her off to one of his men, his eyes on Lord Stark. "Hold her." 

The second that Y/N was out of Jaime's grasp, she broke away from the Lannister guard holding her, taking his sword and running him through in the process. 

Catelyn hadn't wanted her to train, but Ned and Robb made sure Y/N knew how to fight. Y/N had trained with Jory her entire life, against her mother's wishes.

Jaime rolled his eyes, his glare focused on the body of the guard who had let her get away. Y/N held her own well, fighting off and cutting down three men before Jaime put an end to it. He disarmed her when she was distracted and grabbed her arm roughly, dragging her back to her horse. He brought his face close to hers, his gaze hard as Lannister green met Stark grey. 

"Go back to the keep. We'll discuss a punishment for this later." 

Y/N didn't hesitate before slapping Jaime across the face, a small trail of blood leaking from the corner of his mouth when he turned back to her. 

"You do not get to threaten me with punishment! What in the name of the Gods has gotten into you?" Jaime didn't speak, noticing the lull in battle and his men watching him, waiting for a reaction. Jaime swallowed as he realized that he needed to keep up with the charade he had created for himself over his years at Kings Landing. Cold. Dishonorable. Cruel.

"I don't do anything in the name of the Gods." 

Inwardly agonized but steeling his expression, Jaime raised his hand to strike her back when Jory Cassel kicked him in the side. Jaime stumbled, eyes blazing when he turned them on Jory. 

"You'd raise a hand to my Lady, Kingslayer?" 

Y/N was immediately grabbed by two Lannister soldiers as Jory continued to fight Jaime, the younger man losing quickly as Jaime shoved his dagger through Jory's eye. 

Y/N's eyes widened as she attempted to lunge forward, rage filling her to her core. She had just stood witness S Jaime ruthlessly kill her childhood friend and mentor. Y/N wasn't quite sure that it was really the kind, witty man she had been married to for a month that she was seeing do these things. 

"You bastard! No! Let me go!" 

Y/N struggled against the soldiers who held her, unable to stop the tears streaming down her face. She could do naught but watch as Jaime approached her father, sword raised in a silent challenge. 

Y/N prayed to the Seven for her father to just submit, to just end this fight and this day, but her prayers fell on deaf ears as her Lord father and husband began to lunge. 

Jaime smirked as he fought Ned and it disgusted Y/N to watch. There was no honor in enjoying battle. 

Y/N cried out when one of the soldiers holding her twisted her arm back too harshly in an attempt to cease her struggling and the sound caused both Jaime and Ned to pause their fighting search for the source of Y/N's distress. 

Another Lannister soldier took her father's distraction as an opportunity and shoved a spear through his leg, causing him to scream as he fell. 

"Father!" 

Y/N broke away from the soldiers holding her and ran to her father, taking his face in her hands. Her arm was throbbing, most likely broken, but all Y/N could process was her father's pained expression. 

As Y/N knelt weeping in front of her father, Jaime approached the soldier who incapacitated Lord Stark and hit him across the face with the hilt of his sword. He then turned to the soldier who had broken Y/N's arm and ran him through, kicking the body off of his sword, sneering. 

Jaime grabbed Y/N's uninjured arm as he passed her, pulling her with him toward his horse. Her struggling and strings of curses became too much for him to handle on his own. He had a guard tie her hands behind her back as they placed her on the horse. At that moment, if Y/N's looks could kill men, she would have made sure that Jaime and every single one of his soldiers suffered before dropping dead. 

Jaime addressed Ned as he climbed on the horse behind Y/N, his arms enclosing her so she stayed on the horse. 

"My brother, Lord Stark. I want him back." 

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When Jaime and Y/N arrived back at the keep, Jaime immediately set about untying his wife and trying to scan her for more injuries. 

The moment Y/N was free, she scrambled off of the horse and struck Jaime again across his face. Jaime remained passive, watching as tears gathered in his wife's eyes. 

"How dare you?! How dare you speak to me that way in front of your men? In front of my father! How dare you raise a hand to me?! You swore to me that you wouldn't treat me this way! You swore to me that this wouldn't be that type of marriage!" 

Jaime watched as her chest heaved in his fury, his hand coming to try and rest on her cheek. Y/N slapped it away harshly. Her next words, whispered brokenly, broke Jaime’s heart. 

"Am I just another vow to be broken, Jaime?" 

Tears were streaming down Y/N's pale cheeks. Jaime wanted her to be angry, to yell, to lash out as she had been. Jaime had no words for his wife. He just stood before her, watching passively and feeling his gut clench. Guilt replaced his previous anger and Y/N's words played unyieldingly in his thoughts. 

Am I just another vow to be broken? 

Jaime was unable to find his voice, watching with his eyes and throat burning as Y/N waited for an answer. 

When Jaime was unable to provide one, another sob tore from Y/N's throat. She brought her hand up to her mouth, trying to stifle her cries. 

Y/N turned and began walking with as much grace as she could manage back to their chambers, her ragged breaths echoing in the halls and back to Jaime as she did.

“Where are you going, Y/N? We share chambers, you’ll only see me later.” Jaime’s voice shook as he spoke.

Y/N didn’t answer as she turned a corner, out of Jaime’s sight.

#game of thrones imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones x reader #jaime lannister imagine #jaime lannister x reader #jaime lannister #imagines #desi writes

[liesandarbor]

you mentioned you had a theory about bloodraven a while ago in one of your posts, but I can't find it anywhere on here. is there a link

Ah!!! I actually haven’t posted it up on here, but let me get you a copypaste.

Intro

Before I delve too deep into this, this little diddy relies on the very popular (and …pretty much canon) theory that in The Mystery Knight, Maynard Plumm, a hedge knight camped out by Whitewalls, was actually Bloodraven, disguised using a glamour. There are many textual references to infer from but here are the ones that sold me:

This close, there was something queer about the cast of Ser Maynard's features. The longer Dunk looked, the less he seemed to see. – The Mystery Knight

Dunk whirled. Through the rain, all he could make out was a hooded shape and a single pale white eye. It was only when the man came forward that the shadowed face beneath the cowl took on the familiar features of Ser Maynard Plumm, the pale eye no more than the moonstone brooch that pinned his cloak at the shoulder. . – The Mystery Knight

Where else do we see a glamour in ASOIAF? Let’s turn the page forward to ADWD for a minute.

The wildling wore a sleeveless jerkin of boiled leather dotted with bronze studs beneath a worn cloak mottled in shades of green and brown. No bones. He was cloaked in shadows too, in wisps of ragged grey mist, half-seen, sliding across his face and form with every step he took. Ugly things. As ugly as his bones. A widow's peak, close-set dark eyes, pinched cheeks, a mustache wriggling like a worm above a mouthful of broken brown teeth. – ADWD, Melisandre I

Jon Snow turned to Melisandre. "What sorcery is this?" "Call it what you will. Glamor, seeming, illusion. R'hllor is Lord of Light, Jon Snow, and it is given to his servants to weave with it, as others weave with thread." – ADWD, Melisandre I

Interesting. So on both sides we have a gemstone (Plumm’s moonstone, Mel’s ruby), a lack of ‘focus’ upon looking at the person, and cloaked in shadows. But wait! I’ve noticed something that I’ve bolded above, so let’s revisit that.

He was cloaked in shadows too, in wisps of ragged grey mist

I see a grey mist risin!’

Wisps of ragged grey mist. Grey mist is a very specific mist, very specific indeed. And, it turns out, grey mist is utilized in the text pretty often, and especially when a certain great bastard of Westeros is involved.

How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have? the riddle ran. A thousand eyes, and one. Some claimed the King's Hand was a student of the dark arts who could change his face, put on the likeness of a one-eyed dog, even turn into a mist. Packs of gaunt gray wolves hunted down his foes, men said, and carrion crows spied for him and whispered secrets in his ear. Most of the tales were only tales, Dunk did not doubt, but no one could doubt that Bloodraven had informers everywhere. – The Mystery Knight

In fact, in the Mystery Knight, right before Bloodraven descends onto Whitewalls, we are given another reference to grey mist.

Beyond the field, grey mist was rising, sending ghostly fingers up the pale stone walls to grasp the castle battlements. Many of the wedding guests had vanished during the intervening hours, but those who remained climbed the viewing stand again and settled themselves on planks of rain-soaked pine. Amongst them stood Ser Gormon Peake, surrounded by a knot of lesser lords and household knights. – The Mystery Knight

So, with the knowledge we have that Bloodraven can turn into mist; specifically, a grey mist, we can assume that any time grey mist is mentioned in text (regular mist is not quite as specific, though I wouldn’t doubt some of the mentions involve him, grey or not), Bloodraven is either interfering or watching this moment.

Sweet Dreams are Made of These

The first mentions of Grey Mist that we as readers receive in the main ASOIAF series come from no other than Bran chapters in A Game of Thrones.

The ground was so far below him he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there. Even in dreams, you could not fall forever. He would wake up in the instant before he hit the ground, he knew. You always woke up in the instant before you hit the ground. And if you don't? the voice asked. The ground was closer now, still far far away, a thousand miles away, but closer than it had been. It was cold here in the darkness. There was no sun, no stars, only the ground below coming up to smash him, and the grey mists, and the whispering voice. He wanted to cry. – Bran III, AGOT

Bran was staring at his arms, his legs. He was so skinny, just skin stretched taut over bones. Had he always been so thin? He tried to remember. A face swam up at him out of the grey mist, shining with light, golden. "The things I do for love," it said. – Bran III, AGOT

Bran was falling faster than ever. The grey mists howled around him as he plunged toward the earth below. "What are you doing to me?" he asked the crow, tearful. – Bran III, AGOT

The crow opened its beak and cawed at him, a shrill scream of fear, and the grey mists shuddered and swirled around him and ripped away like a veil, and he saw that the crow was really a woman, a serving woman with long black hair, and he knew her from somewhere, from Winterfell, yes, that was it, he remembered her now, and then he realized that he was in Winterfell, in a bed high in some chilly tower room, and the black-haired woman dropped a basin of water to shatter on the floor and ran down the steps, shouting, "He's awake, he's awake, he's awake." – Bran III, AGOT

But Bran isn’t the only Westerosi visited by Bloodraven via dream, and not the only one watched, either. In fact, after doing a little counting, there are 23 instances of grey mists in POV chapters in ASOIAF that can be assumed to have Bloodraven meddling in them. 13 of these chapters are Stark chapters, interestingly enough. While not every moment shrouded in grey mist is a pivotal point in the story, they are definitely some interesting moments to explore.

The king's pavilion was close by the water, and the morning mists off the river had wreathed it in wisps of grey. It was all of golden silk, the largest and grandest structure in the camp. Outside the entrance, Robert's warhammer was displayed beside an immense iron shield blazoned with the crowned stag of House Baratheon. – Eddard VII

While nothing of extreme importance on the surface, I find it interesting that Bloodraven would possibly be watching Ned. Perhaps the mention of Robert’s Warhammer in the same paragraph is what he was looking for in this moment. But that isn’t the only time BR watches Ned. Chapters later, we get something that fits in with the dream motif above.

He dreamt an old dream, of three knights in white cloaks, and a tower long fallen, and Lyanna in her bed of blood. In the dream his friends rode with him, as they had in life. Proud Martyn Cassel, Jory's father; faithful Theo Wull; Ethan Glover, who had been Brandon's squire; Ser Mark Ryswell, soft of speech and gentle of heart; the crannogman, Howland Reed; Lord Dustin on his great red stallion. Ned had known their faces as well as he knew his own once, but the years leech at a man's memories, even those he has vowed never to forget. In the dream they were only shadows, grey wraiths on horses made of mist. – Eddard X

Ah, Ned’s fever dream of the Tower of Joy. An ASOIAF Classic. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly pull any more information from the Tower of Joy, there’s a bit more to it. Many theorize and believe, as both Show and Book have pointed to, that Brynden Rivers can hop into dreams, moments in time, etc., and this is an instance of it. Grey wraiths of horses made of mist- is this Bloodraven, implanting the Tower of Joy dream into Ned’s memory?

The mists of evening had begun to rise, sending grey fingers up the walls of the buildings that lined the old canal. "He promised he'd be back," Sam said. "You heard him too." – Samwell III, AFFC

We’ve heard almost this exact line- if you head towards the beginning, you’ll blink if you miss it- in the Mystery Knight. (grey mist was rising, sending ghostly fingers up the pale stone walls to grasp the castlebattlements) Bloodraven was almost certainly watching Samwell after he and Gilly meet Coldhands- that much is evident.

But we don’t only see the grey mists in our beloved Starklings & Friends POVs. We even see grey mist in King’s Landing, in none other than a dream from the Queen Regent Herself.

"The only breath we smell is yours," said Cersei. There was a jar of some thick potion by her elbow, sitting on a table. She snatched it up and threw it into the old woman's eyes. In life the crone had screamed at them in some queer foreign tongue, and cursed them as they fled her tent. But in the dream her face dissolved, melting away into ribbons of grey mist until all that remained were two squinting yellow eyes, the eyes of death. –Cersei VIII, AFFC

W o a h. Bloodraven’s in your dreams, messing with your head, Cersei, that’s for sure. A thousand eyes, and one.

And now we turn to Westeros’ favorite little squid-traitor. Our crickcracklykraken. Theon Greyjoy.

"Then do the deed yourself, Your Grace." The chill in Asha's voice made Theon shiver in his chains. "Take him out across the lake to the islet where the weirwood grows, and strike his head off with that sorcerous sword you bear. That is how Eddard Stark would have done it. Theon slew Lord Eddard's sons. Give him to Lord Eddard's gods. The old gods of the north. Give him to the tree." And suddenly there came a wild thumping, as the maester's ravens hopped and flapped inside their cages, their black feathers flying as they beat against the bars with loud and raucous caws. "The tree," one squawked, "the tree, the tree," whilst the second screamed only, "Theon, Theon, Theon." –Theon, TWOW Sample Chapter

Many theorize that Bloodraven and Bran are watching Theon through the godswood in Winterfell, and lo and behold, we what do we find in ADWD The Prince of Winterfell? More of that dang grey mist. In fact, 6 mentions of Grey Mist in Theon's chapters, almost half as many as Stark POVs in general.

He had never seen the godswood like this, though—grey and ghostly, filled with warm mists and floating lights and whispered voices that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Beneath the trees, the hot springs steamed. Warm vapors rose from the earth, shrouding the trees in their moist breath, creeping up the walls to draw grey curtains across the watching windows. –The Prince of Winterfell, ADWD

yo! In summary!

What can we grasp from these passages and the visual of grey mist? Pretty much any time you see grey mist in the story, it’s referencing Bloodraven, or the magic he utilizes to get around people’s dreams, memories, and present moments. We don’t know the cause, we don’t know if it’s ‘traces’ of the magic, we don’t know WE DON’T KNOW BUT

Grey Mist = Bloodraven 

And an added bonus, something I found humorous while reading up for this: When Ben Plumm says he has a drop of the dragon blood in himself, he doesn’t know just how much dragon blood he had in him. In fact, he had a whole dragon glamoured in his bloodline for a hot minute!

"I have me a drop of the dragon blood myself, you know."

#bloodraven #asoiaf analysis #asoiaf theories #asoiaf meta #chloe answers #mine #Anonymous

[uncomfortable-writers]

Hi! I would like ro request a Jory Cassel x Reader one-shot! (It's still wednesday for me and Jory needs more love). Fluff and steam are appreciated as well as a bathtub scene because idk I like cute bathtub scenes. Plot: Reader is a beautiful warrior from far away (you may choose) and friend to the Stark-boys (Robb, Jon). One of them celebrates his birthday and Reader visits Winterfell. Jory takes care of Reader as a guest (guarding, serving, etc.) and falls for her. Feeling is mutual. Thanks!

I’m sorry my love but I won’t be able to do this, I don’t even remember Jory :( 

#anon #answered #request

[levithestripper]

Mirrored Lovers

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✩ Warnings: female! reader, mirror sex, talk of exhibitionism but no public sex, light dirty talk, maybe praise kink?? idk, established relationship ✩

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✩ A/N: day 6 of kinktober!! prompt: mirror sex! i chose jory b/c i'm a whore who wants more content for him. i'm gifting this fic to thera since she helped me out a ton with this fic (mostly helping me come up with ideas lol). ilysm <33 ✩

Jory had you propped up on his lap, your legs pulled up next to your ears, and your back leaned against his chest. You were sitting in front of the floor-length mirror, forced to watch as he bounced you on his cock. Jory, on the other hand, was seated on the floor and leaned against the bed frame. You were a complete mess from Jory’s actions, your eyes rolled back, and your mouth hung open. “Jory, Jory, oh my god—!”

His cock just missed your cervix every time he would bottom out. “M’not no God, darlin’,” he chuckled, “If you wanted a God, you shoulda gone to pray at the Godswood.” His arms hooked themselves under your knees to keep them upright, holding you in place. Hips pistoned against yours repeatedly, the breakneck pace absolutely brutal. “You like bein’ folded in half for me like this, darlin’?” A hand made its way to your jaw and squeezed it tight between his fingers. “Watchin’ yourself bein’ fucked stupid on my dick like some common whore.” Jory lathered your neck with wet kisses, desperate to make you so overwhelmed that you go stupid.

All you managed to do was nod in response, your face too squished to speak. Jory’s chin rested on your shoulder, joining you in a staring contest with the mirror. The muscles in the back of your thighs had a pleasurable soreness to them, proof of your activities. Mewls were the only thing that managed to pass your lips, but it only seemed to spur Jory on.

Somehow, his thrusts grew faster, now hitting your sweet spot dead on. His hand moved from your jaw to your neck. He didn’t choke you; it merely laid there like a necklace, almost like a warning. Jory traded one of your legs to instead thread his fingers through your hair. He fisted it tightly and yanked your head back, making you groan deeply. “Imagine what Lord Stark would think if he saw you now,” he teased with a wry smirk aimed at you through the mirror. Jory’s hair stuck against his forehead, damp from sweat. He mouthed at the crest of your ear, which made you shiver and whine. “Imagine, he walks in right now and gets an eyeful of your pretty pussy on display in the mirror. All Lord Stark’ll see is you being fucked stupid by his right-hand man.”

“It’d be s’embarrassing! Don’t—Don’t want him to see me like this!” you lied, tears threatening to fall. Your cunt throbbed around him, giving you away whenever he’d mock you. “No one but you can see me like this!” Slick dripped down his shaft and pooled around his balls.

Jory continued to sneer at you. “Oh, so you’re telling me that your cunt doesn’t tighten up around me when I ask that?” He slowed his thrusts until he was barely moving. “You lying to me, sweetheart?” You shook your head no. “You sure?” Jory took his hand away from your neck, instead rubbing at your clit. Your legs twitched from the concentrated pleasure and your hips bucked against his hand, frantic to get more. But it only made Jory stop thrusting all together.

“P-Plea-Please! More—!”

“Ah ah ah, sweetheart. You don’t get more until you admit it.” He kissed your cheek with faux sympathy. “Admit to all of it, and I’ll give you everything you want ‘n more, darlin’.” Jory put more pressure on your clit, but didn’t speed up, still circling it slowly. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ sloppy down here, darlin’. Just look at yourself.” He spread your folds with his fingers, exposing your stretched hole to the cold air. “I can do this as long as I need to. I’m in no rush, sweetheart.”

It didn’t take long for his combined actions to break you. You whined even louder; your face scrunched up in a pout. “Jory!! Please, please, please! I need it so fuckin’ badly!” You tried to bounce yourself on his cock but to no avail. “I like watching you fuck me stupid! I wouldn’t care if anyone walked in on us right now; you need to start moving!” You turned your head to look at him directly instead of through the mirror. “Please, Jory. Need it s’badly. You feel so good, please, please give me more.”

Jory returned your gaze and leaned in to kiss you softly. He pulled away from your lips every so often to breathe, his half-open eyes laden with affection. “Yeah, darling?” he whispered. “I love you s’much, darling. ‘Course I can; I’ll give you what you need.” Jory kissed you again but deeper this time. It made your head spin; all you could feel was him. His hips resumed their punishing pace against your sweet spot, not giving you a moment’s rest. “This what you wanted, sweetheart?” The hand on your cunt never stopped messing with you, but the one tangled in your hair moved to spread across your stomach. “Oh fuck, fuck, you’re still so tight for me, darling.”

“Mhmm! Mhmm—!” you choked on your own spit, moans rising too fast for you to keep up with. “Feels amazing—! Amazing! I love you too! Oh, fuck, it feels amazing, Jory! Oh, seven hells—” A long groan tumbled out of your mouth, making Jory chuckle. “Right there, right there, please!”

His cock twitched, and precum dripped down his shaft that formed a white ring around his base. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ noisy, darling,” he hummed, a hand pressing down on your abdomen. “‘M I hittin’ your spot that well, honey?” He turned your head to look back at the mirror, his eyes following yours. You could see how the muscles in his legs and arms chorded underneath his skin, showing off just how powerful he was. “Oh fuck, baby, I’m close.” Jory’s hips somehow managed to speed up, but in return, he lost his rhythm.

Your mouth hung open, giving way to a silent scream. Your whole body tensed, and your legs shook as you reached your peak. Your cunt tightened around him considerably as you creamed, pushing Jory towards his own orgasm.

He groaned against your ear, dangerously close to his own climax. “Fuck, you cumming, sweetheart?” you nodded with a pitchy whine. “Feels s’good, you feel s’amazing, darling!” And with that, Jory slammed himself into the hilt and came deep inside you, filling you up. “Seven hells, oh my god, darling—!” His hips kept moving shallowly, fucking his spunk into you. After his high started to lessen, you both went limp, crumpling in a heap on top of each other. “Shit, you okay, darling? Not hurt at all?”

“Nuh-uh. Feel good, baby.” You kissed his cheek. “Love you s’much, Jory.” You pet the top of his head and kissed him again.

Jory chuckled, a big stupid smile replacing the wry smirk he wore. “Love you so much more, darling.” He kissed you back, hands cupping your face.

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[a-libra-writes]

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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Imagine Jory coming back to your chambers after a long day and you helping him undress. And then you both snuggle into bed, your back against the bed frame and him laying between your legs with his head against your chest. Your fingers tun through his hair and you massage his scalp. Jory's fingers rub your legs softly. He sighs at the feeling of you playing with his hair, not minding the little braids you make. You just breathe in his earthy scent and kiss the crook of his neck.

"Oh, my love." He whispers, moving in your arms to face you, his deep brown eyes looking into yours. He places his calloused thumb to your bottom lip and leans in to kiss you. "I adore you more than words can express."

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