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The Wolf Among Men

WARNING: RATED M, Death, Mention of Rape, Attempt Rape, Violence, Witchcraft, Themes of Religion, Miscarriage, Shapeshifting, Worship, BLOOD BLOOD

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait!! Thank you for everyone who liked and commented on this story. I'm so happy you guys are liking it. Remember to comment and like. PLEASE READ THE WARNING TAGS BEFORE READING! Enjoy - L

Summary: Jon was told that his eldest sister, Y/n arrived to Castle Black. He was surprised when Y/n arrived with The Hound, Sandor Clegane.

Word Count: 13K

━ ◦ ❖ ◦━ Chapter Five

“Killing is the sweetest thing there is.” Sandor told Sansa once.

He remembered it as he stood by the edge of the courtyard of the East Watch. It was the afternoon of the duel and everyone stood around except six men. They stood in the middle of the yard as they stared at Sandor. Each of them held their weapons. They were supposedly the ‘greatest fighters’ in the Night Watch and they wanted to bring justice for their deceased brothers. They had a council on how to deal with this matter. They threw ideas around about your punishment and what should be done. Some said that you should be kept in a cage while others said you should be hanged.

“A duel to the death.” One of them shouted and the rest agreed.

The men who wanted you dead picked these six to duel Sandor. Jon had wanted to fight and so did the rest of the group but Sandor refused.

“She’s my woman. I’ll defend her honor.”

He glances up to see Beric and Thoros standing outside your door. Thoros gave him a nod as he leaned over the railing. Sandor had asked them to stay put, he didn’t trust the men of the Night Watch even though they had agreed if he won no harm would come to you. He knew deep down that someone might get angry about the outcome and will try to kill you either way. He gripped the handle of his sword tight and took a deep breath. It’s been so long since he killed someone alive. Jon watches by the sideline with Ser Davos and Daenerys. Jon had accepted the proposal to have a duel in the courtyard and settle this once and for all. The moment Jon nodded at them to start, they advanced. Sandor rammed his sword into a man’s stomach while another came running behind him. Sandor was taller, more built and he was far more experienced. These were criminals who were just trained to keep watch and how to swing a sword but none of them had actually fought in a battle. The ones who had fought didn’t participate in the duel since they knew about Sandor. They were the smart ones.

The man behind Sandor was just a few seconds away from hitting Sandor’s back when Sandor stepped away quickly. Letting out a grunt, Sandor swung his sword with all his might. Daenerys flinched when Sandor completely beheaded the men in one blow. Sandor can smell the scent of blood lingering in the cold air. He can feel the sweat dripping down his back. All he thought about was just four more to go and he’s able to go back to your room and wait for you to wake up.

“She’s a monster.” One of them told him.

“She’ll kill you too.” Sandor clenched his jaw as the men shouted. He didn't listen to them, he wouldn't get distracted by their lies.

One of them finally had the balls to step forward and tried to take a swing but Sandor blocked it and knocked the sword out of their hands. Ser Davos and Daenerys saw Jon step forward when one of them managed to catch Sandor by surprise. While Jon had a worried face throughout the fight. Tormund stared at awe when Sandor had punched one of them in the face, sending them down to the ground.

The only one remaining had begun to pant, his arm was wounded and his head was bleeding. He kept looking down to see his dead brothers. Sandor had sliced one of their stomachs open, intestines and blood stained the snow on the ground. His brown eyes darkened when he saw the last man standing. Sandor spit on the ground, one of them managed to punch him. Sandor started to walk towards him passing by the man who punched him. Sandor can hear the sound of gurgling coming from him. Sandor had sliced his throat making him choke in his own blood.

The last man standing let out a whine as Sandor raised his sword and stabbed the choking man in the chest, killing him. Sandor did not even look at the man below him when he stabbed him through the heart. He kept his gaze on the last man. Sandor had seen tons of scared faces of the people he killed. Some begged for mercy while others just cried and there were a few who just cursed at him before killing them. This one held a face of defeat, the last man standing knew he wasn’t going to get out of this alive. He laughed to himself when he thought back on how the six of them thought they were going to kill the infamous Sandor Clegane.

Jon and Ser Davos watched as Sandor embedded his sword in the man’s chest. Jon knew Sandor was a good fighter but he honestly didn’t think Sandor was going to survive a duel against six to one. Sandor Clegane lived up to the title of one of the most dangerous and best fighters in Westeros.

Sandor looked at the bodies on the ground before looking ahead.

“Anyone else?” He shouted with a huff.

“Is there anyone else?” Sandor growled looking at the crowd. They all backed away from him.

Sandor cast a look at Jon. “Duel is over. Sandor had won. Y/n Stark of Winterfell will not be punished.” Jon spoke out.

Sandor was about to walk away when he heard a shout behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see an older man yelling as he ran towards him with a knife in his hand. Sandor could have easily swung his sword and stop him but something snapped in him. He was fucking annoyed now, furious because he just won and people were still mad. He dropped his sword and decided he was going to end this man with his hands. Sandor was much quicker and grabbed his wrist, twisting it making the older man drop his knife. He can hear people yelling around and Jon’s voice telling them to stop. The old man didn't stand a chance, Sandor had pushed him to the ground and got on him. Punching him in the face until he felt Jon and Ser Davos behind him. The old man cried for mercy but Sandor ignored it.

“Enough, Sandor.” He felt Jon’s hand on his shoulder.

“Get back to my sister.” Jon told him as Sandor stood up walking away from the scene. The older man was dragged away as Sandor walked up the steps to your room.

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He didn’t like being away from you. He hated it, not being able to see or feel you but he knew Beric and Thoros would keep their promise.

“Keep her safe. Out of harm.” He told them on their last night in the East Watch. Thoros and Beric had sworn their life to Sandor that they will keep you safe.

He had come up the steps after going down the deck to check if the wight was still alive to present to Queen Cersei. He took a deep breath as he stood by the railing, smelling the ocean air. He looked over at the port coming in view.

He’s back again at the shit city, King’s Landing. The only thought Sandor had when he saw the port of King’s Landing was his brother. The news of his brother's match with Oberyn was brought to him and the small hope that his brother was finally gone flew away when they said the new Grand Maester Qyburn had done unethical experiments on his brother and brought him back as something else. Something sinister, one of the workers on the loading dock told Sandor when they boarded off the ship.

Sandor didn’t care what became of his brother either way Sandor was gonna kill him.

Sandor was walking near the wagon that contained the wight when he saw Brienne. He cursed under his breath when he noticed the tall woman staring at him and waited for him to get closer to her.

“Thought you were dead.” Brienne said as she walked alongside him.

“Not yet. You came pretty close.” Sandor replied bluntly.

Brienne let out a huff and said. “I was only trying to protect Y/n Stark. I didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?” Sandor asked.

“I didn’t know she loved you.” Brienne’s words made him stop and look at her.

“Sansa told me.” Sandor frowned as they started to walk again.

“Sansa sent a raven to me. People think Y/n is dead. House Stark wanted to keep it that way in case of anything. Y/n wanted you to know that she’s home, she’s waiting for you and that she loves you.” Sandor felt a weight come off his shoulders when Brienne told him you were safe.

“That’s good.” Sandor said with a nod. Brienne bit the inside of her cheek to not smile when she saw Sandor’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Brienne couldn’t believe it herself but the way Sandor’s eyes widened when she told him you were safe and you love him was all the evidence she needed that it was true.

“She wrote anything else?” Sandor asked.

“Arya is at Winterfell.” The weight just came back on his shoulders. He had no doubt that the youngest Stark sister was out for him.

“You said House Stark wants to keep the news of Y/n being alive quiet? Brienne nodded.

“That’s right.”

“What makes you think everyone in Winterfell will keep their mouth shut about it? They can sell this information.” Brienne ponders on the question. She starts feeling uneasy when she realizes he’s right.

At that moment Brienne did a small prayer. Praying to the Gods that no one will do no such a thing.

It wasn’t one of the guards telling the Starks that you were going to arrive or a raven. It was Bran. He had seen you coming to Winterfell and he told his sisters about it. He told them the moment that Arya saw him staring out the window of the Winterfell’s dining hall. Sansa and Arya were dumbfounded when Bran had said he saw you.

Bran had ordered a flock of servants to have your things ready and start preparing for your arrival. Sansa and Arya were shocked when their younger brother started to order around. He was acting like he was Lord of Winterfell, a title he had given up. Since he came back to Winterfell he was quiet, unemotional and just odd.

Sansa kneels in front of Bran and asks him to clarify what he saw. The only thing Bran told her was, “She’s coming home.”

A few days later Sansa, Arya and Bran were waiting in the courtyard. Everyone was there and after 10 minutes had passed, Sansa looked down at Bran, who had made everyone stand outside.

“Are you sure she’s coming?” Sansa asked.

“Perhaps, your brother should be brought up to his room. He is probably in need of rest.” Lord Baelish commented behind Sansa. Bran looks away from him and continues to stare ahead.

“She’s here.” Bran said and everyone looked ahead to see the gates opening. Ghost was the first one in, he was running inside with Beric, Thoros and you riding behind.

Arya held her breath when she saw three people riding in. The moment she saw her sister’s face, she heard commotions behind her. People were whispering and others started to cry. The eldest daughter of Ned has finally come home.

Sansa dropped her mouth open when she saw her sister riding in. You got off your horse and stood still for a moment. Winterfell hasn’t changed. Looking ahead at Sansa who started to walk towards you, you quickly ran to catch up to her.

Thoros and Beric got off their horse to see you hugging Sansa. Ghost had walked up to Bran, sitting near him. Sansa was the first to cry, her sobs were loud enough for the courtyard to hear. You looked over her shoulder to see Arya standing next to Bran. Her dark eyes wide and her brows knitted together as she tried her best to not cry.

“Arya. Bran.” You cried out. Sansa held your hand as both of you walked towards them.

Not a single eye was dry in the courtyard. People from Wintertown and Winterfell smiled as the Stark siblings were united again. They watched as you leaned down to kiss Bran’s cheek and Arya’s forehead.

“Never again will we part.” You said looking at your siblings

“The Starks will stick together. No matter what. This is our home.” Arya and Sansa smiled at you.

“And I intend to keep it that way.” Lord Baelish keeps quiet as he watches you hug your siblings one more time before hugging the servants who remained loyal to House Stark. Lord Royce who was near him walked ahead to welcome you back home.

Sansa and you walked inside the castle with your arms intertwined. Each step you took reminded you of every memory you held dear to you. Laughter of your family echoed in the halls. Memories of your family came at you and wrapped around you offering the sense of warmth.

“I believe it's right that you should take Father and Mother’s bed chambers.” Sansa told you as she walked beside you to the room.

“Jon offered it to me but I couldn't take it. I was still holding out hope that you were alive.”

Sansa opened the door for you and you walked inside. Sansa watched as you walked over to the fireplace, touching the stone wall, looking at the large bed filled with fur blankets and feather pillows. Thick wool blankets around the furniture and the vanity your mother used when getting ready. The news spread around the castle of the return of you. A celebration dinner was an order, servants ran around preparing dinner and cleaning the dining hall. The eldest Stark had finally returned home, alive. Everyone wanted to see you.

Sansa couldn’t drop her smile as she walked towards your room once more. She had left you to get ready. She knocked on your door, a young servant opened the door allowing her to walk in. You were sitting in front of the vanity with a robe.

“Allow me.” She told one of the servants who was about to brush your hair. You gave a smile to Sansa through the mirror.

“Leave us, please.” Sansa commanded them to go. You waited to be alone to speak.

“You're glowing, Sansa.” You told her. Sansa’s red hair was longer, she had grown taller, she was the perfect picture of beauty. She looked so much like mother.

“Being the Lady of Winterfell is a good look on you.” Sansa carefully brushed out the knot of your hair.

“You’re the Lady of Winterfell now. You’re the eldest. I have done the best I can.” You were about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You shouted. The door opened showing Bran and Arya, she pushed the wheelchair inside your room. Sansa had walked towards Arya shooting next to her on the bed while Bran sat near the fireplace. You looked around at them.

“What happened to you? How are you alive?” Ayra was the first to speak.

Bran knew what you were going to say, he had seen it. He and your sisters listened to every word you said, you told them about escaping King’s Landing with Sandor. Ayra’s eyes harden everytime the name Sandor was brought up.

Arya didn't want to believe it. You had fallen in love with the man that killed her friend but the way you cried when telling them how Sandor got hurt made her hatred towards him complicated. You showed your sibling the scar on your hand, Sansa cried as she traced the healed scar while you told them how you got it. You didn’t notice the face Bran made when he saw the scar, his hands on his lap clenched around.

Arya felt her stomach in knots when you told them how you felt ill during your trip to see Jon. She blinked away the tears when you told them you were with child during your death.

“Are you serious?” Sansa asked when you told her the same priestess who brought Jon alive had brought you back as well in exchange for the life of your child.

“I came back as something else, though.” You told them nervously.

“Do not be ashamed.” Bran spoke as he looked at you.

“You are still our sister and you are still a Stark. You are still Y/n to us.” Arya and Sansa’s eyes widened when you told them that you have the ability of transforming into an animal, into a wolf.

“I believe you.” Arya said as she looked up and down at you.

“Do you?” You asked her unsure. Arya got off of the bed and walked towards you.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m the Faceless man and our brother is the Three-Eyed Raven?” You looked at Arya and Bran.

Music and laughter filled the dining hall that evening. You were sitting at the head of the table with your siblings sitting next to you. You haven’t felt this good in a while. You were cleaned, you didn’t smell like sweat and dirt. You wore your traditional northern clothes and your hair was braided. You stared ahead to see Thoros and Beric eating along with a few soldiers, you let out a small smile to see them content.

Still staring at them you didn’t notice Lord Baelish walking towards the table. It was Sansa who greeted him that made you look at him. You gave a tight lipped smile when you welcomed you back home.

“It’s good to be back home, Lord Baelish. I mean to say Lord Protector of the Vale.” You said, Sansa had filled you in about Petyr. He stared at you for a moment before he nodded at you. You sat straight up when you felt a pain in your spine. It was sudden and brief, you kept staring at him. You recalled what Sansa had told you. He practically sold her off to the Boltons before killing Aunt Lysa.

“I suppose since you arrived back home. That makes you Lady of Winterfell.” You were about to speak when Sansa spoke out first.

“She indeed is. Y/n is the eldest after all. Is there a problem with that?” Lord Baelish let out a smile and shook his head.

“Of course not, Lady Sansa.” He said before excusing himself. You watched him leave before looking back at your plate. You haven’t given thought about the title of Lady of Winterfell since you arrived. You were thinking about Sandor and Jon. Thinking about the war coming but most of all you were thinking about Ramsey. Your mouth grew dry as you kept thinking about him and his death. You started to feel your gums tingle, your back began to ache.

Sansa had taken a sip of her wine when she noticed you in the corner of her eye. She placed the cup down and leaned towards you when she saw your hands were slightly trembling. You felt Sansa hands on you, looking over at her. She held a worried expression on her face.

Looking at her eyes, her blue eyes reminded you of your mother. Your chest grew heavy at the thought of Little Finger with her. Your mother had told you that she was close with him when younger and his affections grew for her. Now that she was dead, his affection grew on Sansa. It made your blood boil at the very thought of it.

Giving her a gentle squeeze assuring her that you’re fine.

“I’ll be back. Need some air.” You whispered to her behind raising up from your chair.

“I’ll go with you.” Sansa told you, she was about to get up as well when you shook your head.

“Don’t worry. It’s only for a moment.” Arya looked over and raised an eyebrow at Sansa. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders at her younger sister.

You greedily breathe in the cold into your lungs the moment you step outside.

‘Relax. Relax.’ You kept yelling to yourself. You let out a grunt when you felt your back arch once more. You knelt to the ground, your hands gripping on the wooden railing of the second floor. Staring out in the courtyard, you tried your best to relax. Your anger was getting the best of you. You couldn’t transform at this moment.

The snow on the wooden railing was melting under your touch, you grew warm as each second passed. This new ability had changed you completely and at first you thought it was just lies. You were sitting with Beric and Thoros after riding a few miles from the East Watch when they spoke more about this new ability. Thoros has asked you if you felt different since you woke up.

You were different now, absolutely different. You had told him before listing everything you noticed. You were able to hear and see better. You weren’t as cold as before.

“Stronger.” Thoros added before retelling you what they saw in the dining hall of the East Watch. You were able to push Sandor, practically almost pushing him over when he tried to touch you.

“Uncontrollable temper.” Beric said and you agreed with him.

So much hate, so much want for revenge, it molted deep inside of you and you just wanted to let it out. You wanted to kill those who wronged you, who wronged House Stark and something inside of you was yearning to see them dead, to see their bloody corpse under your feet. To hear their cries and the sound of their hearts beating rapidly in fear made you giddy.

Your shoulders twitched as you continued your best to relax yourself. You wished for his warmth, for his scent, the only person who seemed to get you to relax. You shut your eyes shut tightly as you thought of him. His lips against your bare skin and his touch, his large fingers gliding up and down your body. His deep voice when he calls out your name but most of all you missed looking up at his beautiful brown eyes.

“Sandor.” You whispered his name in the wind.

Saying his name covered you like a blanket. It almost felt like he was holding you like on the last night together at the East Watch. Taking another deep breath, your eyes shot open when you heard someone walking by. You can hear the snow crunching under their steps and their teeth chattering because of the cold.

You saw the person was covered in a thin cape, their covered figure walking towards the dog’s kennel. You looked at them and it filled you with curiosity. Carefully you rose up trying your best not to make a sound. The person was oblivious of their surroundings, they didn't notice you following them. Too busy trying to pick the lock out of the front door of the kennel. You noticed they held a small satchel close to their chest.

As the door opened, you carefully watched by the doorway when the person made their way inside. Some of the hounds bark while the person walks to a cage. You can hear their soft hush while they sat next to a wounded Ramsey. Your eyes widened and a smile appeared on your face. You found him.

The person was a woman, you can hear her talking to him but Ramsey gave no response. He was injured badly. You stayed hidden behind the walls of the dog’s kennel when the woman finished feeding him. She looked both ways before leaving and you managed to get a look of her face.

It was night time and the celebration was over. The dining hall was empty except for your siblings and you. Sitting around the table everyone shared a pitcher of wine. There was so much to be said, everyone’s experience after what had happened when the Starks left to go to King's Landing.

“Seven hells.” You said when Arya finished telling everyone about her journey at the House of Black and White in Braavos. She had disguised herself as a boy throughout her whole trip after the execution of Ned Stark. She mentioned how fortunate she was to meet a farmer and his daughter on the road. They gave her a ride to a dock where she got into a ship. She learned the ways of the faceless man and she got her revenge on House Frey and Meryn Trant. She heard what the Freys did and they all stood quiet when you told them what you saw that night in the Red Wedding.

“Hodor would be missed.” You said after a moment of silence and looked over at Bran who was staring down at his lap.

Bran had told everyone a brief summary of what had happened to him after Winterfell. It wasn’t much, but everyone knew it had changed him completely. The death of so many people who have sacrificed and helped him.

“So you see the past?” You asked Bran. He nodded at you.

“Do you see father?” You asked.

“Sometimes.” Bran whispered. “Robb. Mother. Us when we were younger. I see a lot of Rickon.” With the years that have passed, their deaths still caused so much pain. Rickon’s death was still fresh in everyone’s mind. You long to see your little brother's face. The last time you saw Rickon was when you were comforting him. He was crying at the news that his sisters will be going to King's Landing with their father. You had promised him that you would bring him many toys and a real sword.

“We should have never left home.” Sansa said. You finished your cup of wine in one gulp as you wiped the silent tears down your face.

Arya and you walked out of Sansa chambers after putting her to bed. “She’s going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow.” You agree with Arya on that as you walk her to her own chambers. Bran had left a while back to his own before Sansa had suggested a second pitcher. It was nice seeing Sansa happy even if she was a bit drunk. Her eyes shined and her smile never left her face.

“I have something to tell you.” Arya said after stopping in front of her door.

“What is it?” Arya’s face was flushed from the drinking.

“It’s my fault that you died.” You frowned at her.

“I wished you were dead when you saw me with the Brotherhood with Banners. I shouldn’t have said that.” You shushed Arya as you opened her door and walked with her inside.

Pulling her towards the bed, you sat on the edge, bringing her to sit next to you. “You did not kill me, Arya. This wasn't your doing.”

“It was. I shouldn’t.” You hugged your sister tight, trying your best to calm her down.

“None of this is your fault. You were angry and I was a bad sister. I should have done better.” Arya shook her head at you.

“Look at me.” You exclaimed to her.

“I died because I was sick. I was tired, the stress was killing me and it didn’t help that I was with a child. My body wasn’t ready and it shut down.”

“I thought the dog was taking care of you.” Arya spat out. The word Dog took you by surprise. You haven’t heard anyone calling Sandor that in a long time.

Arya was surprised when you stood up from bed and crossed your arms over your chest. You looked down at her.

“You will respect Sandor, Arya.” She was about to refuse when you continued on.

“Joffrey commanded him to kill that boy. He was doing what the prince ordered him to do. I need you to understand that. I’m sorry your friend died. I’m sorry but it wasn’t Sandor’s fault.”

“He could have sold me off, you know. Could have traded me for food or shelter. He never once made me feel uncomfortable, he never tried anything with me. I was the one to insinuate this relationship. He thought he wasn’t good enough. He thought I deserved better, but I wanted him, only him.”

“You do know that people will ridicule you for this. For loving a second born son, for loving him. He has no land, no money, he's nobody compared to you. You’re Lady of Winterfell.” Arya spoke.

“I don’t care. I love him. I trust him with my whole heart.” You told her. You can see the disbelief in her eyes, they were wide as she thought about what you just said.

“I’m alive because of him.”

“You may be alive but as something else.” Arya added, making you roll your eyes.

“I am alive because of him. I'm standing in front of you in the flesh and breathing. I wouldn’t be here today in front of you if it wasn’t for him and his decision.” You knelt in front of her, holding her hands with yours.

“He doesn’t know the reason why I was brought back as a wolf. Jon and the red priestess don't know as well. Maybe we will never know but I have every tendency to use this gift, to use this new ability that I have to protect us. I shall protect my family and I shall protect my house. I will be damned if our house gets betrayed again. Anyone who dares to fuck with us will answer to me. Will you help me?”

Arya nodded at you. She leaned over to hug you before crying in your arms. Her cries for Ned and Catelyn filled the room, she cried about missing Rickon and Robb. You had forgotten that Arya was still a child. She acted grown and had the capacity to kick someone's ass but at the end of the day she was still a young girl who missed her family.

You step out of her room after helping her into bed, you haven’t tucked your siblings in years. Robb or Jon were usually the one to help you. Walking down the hallways of Winterfell, you can hear Robb’s laughter. Rickon and Bran shouting in the courtyard as they chased one another. Your hand dragged across the stone walls as you kept walking back to your room.

“I don’t like him.” Robb confined to you after King Robert walked with Ned to the crypts.

“The king?” You asked him and he shook his head as both of you walked inside the castle.

“Joffrey!” You nodded at your brother before letting out a sigh. Tugging the shawl around you when you saw Robb with an annoyed expression.

“He’s something.” You whispered looking around making sure no was around.

“I don’t trust him. I don’t like how Sansa looks at him. Father was right to decline the marriage proposal between Joffrey and you but I have a feeling Robert may ask Sansa to step in.”

“He’s nothing like Robert.” You said once you stood next to Robb and looked out to see Joffrey standing alongside with his mother.

You froze in mid step when you stood in front of your bedroom. Joffrey was skinny and had fair skin like his mother. He had blonde hair like his uncle, Jamie. You quickly turned around head towards your brother’s chambers. There were always rumors about Cersei and her twin brother, Jamie. You heard some people had even gone as far as calling them the next Targaryen because of it. Your parents never spoke about it. “Rumors are just rumors.” Ned would say.

Bran was sitting near the fireplace, his face was emotionless as he stared in the flames in front of him. He looked over his shoulder and answered when the door knocked.

He raised a brow when you entered. “What happened to our father? Was it true?”

Bran spoke about everything he saw. He noticed the look in your eye when he told you that Little Finger threatened him. Bran was quiet for a moment after he was done and kept staring at you almost like he was waiting for something to happen.

“If you can see the future then you know what I’m going to do, right?” You asked him.

Bran nods at you and you step closer to him. Kneeling down in front of him, you looked at him. “If I do it. If I choose this path will it jeopardize Winterfell? Will Jon hate me? Will my family hate me?”

His dark eyes watched as a single tear fell down. Bran leaned forward to wipe your tear away. “You’re a Stark and you will always be one. No matter what you do. Winterfell is yours. It has always been yours.”

Before you can answer Bran spoke out. “There must be a crowd for this. I’ll do the arrangements for this matter. Sansa and Arya have been dealing with Little Finger since Arya came back. They know what must be done.” Pushing yourself up you walked towards the fire.

“Will you think less of me, if I do it?” You asked softly.

“No.” Bran answered you. “I could never think less of you, sister.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“You are much stronger than you think. Isaac won’t be the last man to think of you as weak. There will be more, many and you will have to show them all.” Your face dropped at his words and you looked over at him.

“Your dream won’t stop until you face the truth. You survived your attack with Isaac that day. Sandor is alive because of you. Isaac isn’t coming back.”

The night also ended with you helping Bran into bed. You were about to leave when you stopped at the doorway.

“Bran, the Three-Eyed Raven.” You called out to your brother. He looked over at you. Facing him you asked him the question that everyone asked him when he woke up from that fall years ago.

“Who pushed you off that tower?” Bran remained silent until you shouted the question again.

“Tell me.”

The great hall was filled the next day. You sat next to Sansa while Bran sat next to her. You watched as the trap was set, your eyes couldn’t help but glance at Little Finger. He looked so smug when the guard brought Arya into the hall.

Sansa looked over at you. She had told you about Little Finger. You had to admit he was good at tricking people, he was good at lying but with one little slip he did with Sansa and she knew it was a facade.

“Are you sure about this?” Arya asked Sansa as she stood in the center of the hall.

“Yes. It’s what honor demands.” Sansa answered.

“What does honor demand?” You cleared your throat before answering Arya.

“To defend our family. Our house. The North, alongside with the people that reside in. Avenge those who have been betrayed. Do you agree?”

“I do. Let’s get this done.” You nodded then looked over at Sansa. She wanted to be the one to do it. You allowed her, of course. She needed this and you were going to help her get back at Little Finger.

“You stand before us accused of murder and treason. How do you answer these charges, Lord Baelish?” Sansa asked, looking over at him. His blue eyes widen as he realizes that Sansa was speaking to him instead of Arya.

He stutters for a moment. “Do you deny it?” You asked him.

Lord Baelish looks at her then at you. “Lady Y/n, this seems to be a misunderstanding.”

He’s about to get near you when one of the guards steps next to you.

“For starters, let’s talk about how you murdered our Aunt Lysa. Pushing her through the moon door.” Little Finger looked towards you once more but you stared at him with disgust.

“I did it to protect you, Sansa.” He said softly.

You rose up. “You did it for power.”

“You also conspired to murder Jon Arryn.” You knew it was over when Sansa spoke all his charges to him. As he looked over, you can hear the thumping sound again ringing in your head. At that moment, you realize it was his heart that you can hear, his heart was beating fast as Sansa spoke out about him conspiring with Cersei Lannister and Joffrey to betray Ned Stark.

You stood up as Little Finger walked to the table and leaned over to face Sansa. “Lady Sansa, everything I did was for you. Everything I did was to protect you because I love you.”

“You love me so much that you sold me to the Boltons.” Sansa said, looking at him with tears.

“If we could speak alone.” He was about to reach out for her hand when you grabbed his wrist, pushing it hard against the table. He let out a yelp as you placed your full weight on his wrist.

“You must be crazy if you think I will ever leave you alone with my sister ever again.” You whispered harshly to his face. Little Finger let out a whine as you continued to grip his wrist.

“Lad-.” He let out a scream when his wrist broke in half. The guards looked away when you looked at them. Arya’s eyes grew wide as you looked at everyone in the room. Little Finger slumped over the table before falling down to his knees. He held his broken wrist against his chest as started to sob.

“ I am, Lord Protector of the Vale and I command you to take me back safely home.” Little Finger yelled as he started to push himself up from the ground. Lord Royce looked away from Little Finger and looked at you instead waiting for your command.

“Why are you looking at her?” He yelled at the older man.

“Because they know, Petyr. They all know the truth now. They all know what kind of man you are. Liar, manipulator but most of all you betrayed Ned Stark.” You said walking around the table to the center to get close with him. Arya got near you with her blade in her hand.

“Sansa. Sanaa pleasee.” You shook your head at him while he cried for your sister.

“She won’t help you. No one will.” You gave a nod at Arya and he let out a scream when she cut his calf making him fall back to the ground.

“Take him outside along with the rest.” The guards next to Lord Royce grabbed Little Finger’s by the arms and dragged him out the hall.

You looked over at Sansa who tried her best to not break down. “Please bring out Ramsey and his accomplice.” You spoke out to the rest of the guards.

Arya and Bran watched you grab Sansa’s hand over the table. She held onto you for dear life.

“You don’t have to see it when it happens. None of you have too.” Sansa rose up from her seat.

“Make him suffer. Make them all suffer.” Arya and Bran shared a look. Sansa was the one who got hurt by them the most. She didn’t show emotion in front of them when she confirmed what had happened with Ramsey. She didn’t shed a tear to them but they knew. In the late nights Arya found herself standing outside her sister's chambers. Arya can hear her cries. Both sisters didn’t see eye to eye when growing up. They fought and argued. Arya wasn’t never good at comforting anyone. She hated herself the moments when she couldn’t comfort Sansa.

She was glad you were here now and she was going to help you get back everyone who did wrong to House Stark.

Lord Royce walked with Sansa and Arya. Bran was near the entrance of the Great Keep. People from Wintertown, the servants, the guards, and a few knights of Vale stood around the courtyard. Others stood on the balcony staring down. They were all watching Lord Baelish alongside the woman who was still loyal to Ramsey. Lastly, Ramsey himself.

You walked to the courtyard, passing your siblings.

“Let me prove myself innocent. I deserve that.” Little Finger cried out.

“You deserve NOTHING.” You screamed at him. A growl in your chest came out.

Ramsey barely kept his eyes open. He was sitting on the ground, his bitten leg was frozen completely. It had to begin to turn black and he was completely missing his foot. The flesh and bone was a gory sight, he had bite marks on the right side of his face. His hounds indeed did a number on him.

“Keep your eyes open.” You said leaning over at him. His eyes opened softly and he looked up at you.

“I want to see the life draining from your eyes when I kill you.” You whispered.

You walked back and looked around at the audience before you. “You're all here today to witness what happens when you betray House Stark.” You yelled as loud as you could.

“Murder.” You hissed looking at Little Finger.

“Traitor.” The woman flinched when you looked at her.

“Rapist and a murder.” Ramsey let out a smirk. Even with a missing foot and being a bloody mess he had the nerve to smirk at you.

“I wish.” Ramsey said before taking a deep breath. His smirk turned into a full on smile.

“You got to see the look on your sister's face when I took her. The look on your brother’s face when he thought your bastard brother was going to save him.” He lets out a giggle.

“The look on his face when I shot an arrow in his chest.” Arya held her breath when she saw your shoulders shaking as you stood in front of Ramsey. His viled words made her sick to her stomach.

The crowd gasped when you walked closer to him, grabbing Ramsay by the collar of his shirt with one hand pulling him close to your face. They started to whisper amongst themselves on how you managed to lift him up with one hand.

Ramsay started to wheeze as you lifted him higher. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He frowned as your eyes began to shift. You gave him your own smile and his eyes widened when he saw your canine teeth begin to grow.

Dropping Ramsey down to the ground, you can hear him coughing as he was trying to catch his breath. You looked over at the woman who looked completely horrified. Little Finger had started to cry when he saw you tilting your head to the side and your eyes began to glow yellow.

“The North remembers. We will never forget this day.” You yelled, the audience looked shocked as your eyes were now yellow.

“Open the gates.” Sansa frowned and was about to walk towards you when Arya grabbed a hold of her arm. Arya shook her head at Sansa. This was a part of your plan.

The gates were opened and the woman looked over her shoulder. “I’ll give you a head start.” Her bottom lip started to tremble as you began to untie your cape.

“You too.” Little Finger’s eyes were wide as you dropped your cape to the ground. He looked at you then over at the gate. He gave a look at the woman who was still shocked and quickly got up. He started to run towards the gate.

“Arya. If that piece of shit even moves an inch. Hurt him.” You look over at your younger sister who grabbed her knife from her belt.

“Gladly.” She answered with a smile, peeking over at Ramsey.

The woman quickly got up from the ground and began to wail as she ran towards the gate. A few feet behind Little Finger. This was your moment to get revenge, this is the time for you to transform again. To use your ability to kill those who betrayed your house. For father, mother, Robb, Rickon, Bran, Sansa, Arya and Jon.

People were whispering as they saw you undressing in front of them. The moment the dress fell to the ground, you faced everyone in your white undergarment dress. Some looked scared while others had a concerning look on their face. Beric and Thoros held their breath as they watched from the sidelines. They knew this day would come.

“I am Y/n Stark. Daughter of Lord Eddard and Catelyn Stark and I am their vengeance.” You scream with all your might. You looked ahead, time seemed to have slowed down. You can see Little Finger and the woman had made it out of the gates and were still running to the open field. Falling to your knees you held your breath when you felt your back arched and your bones snapped.

The Stark siblings watched in amazement when the wolf had taken over your body. Sansa walked a few steps forward when she saw your transformation. She flinched when you let out a howl and began to run, chasing Little Finger and the woman. Ghost let out a howl joining you along with the rest of Ramsey’s hounds.

People in the sideline followed you behind when you made it out of the gate. Sansa hears a woman scream first, she froze in place next to Bran while the people cheer.

“Seven hells.” Arya cursed under her breath when the crowd of people began to part by the gate making a path for you. Their eyes were wide as they saw you, an enormous wolf walking back inside the courtyard. Bloody paw prints imprinted on the snow as you walked towards your siblings. Sansa noticed you had something in your mouth when you stopped a few feet away from them.

She flinched when you threw something at her feet. The people gasped when they saw Little Finger’s head near Sansa’s feet. Her blue eyes stared at your yellow ones, Sansa looked down at Ramsey.

“Move him to the center.” She told the guards.

“No. Noo. Sansa.” Ramsey yelled until his voice was strained while being dragged to the center.

No one did anything as he began to cry and beg for mercy. His screams for Sansa to stop it filled everyone's ears but they were all staring at you. You circled Ramsey, your ears were erect and forward. Your tail high in the air as you opened your jaw open, showing Ramsey your fangs.

It was when a loud growl echoed through the courtyard with Ramsey’s scream that ended everything. They watched as you bit his other leg, dragging him across the courtyard and throwing him to the other side. The sound of flesh being ripped apart while he screamed. Sansa held her head high when you walked towards her bringing Ramsey’s decapitated head.

The North will remember this day. No one will ever forget that justice was served and anyone who dares to betray House Stark will end up just like the woman, just like Little Finger and just like Ramsey dead.

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It was a day after you left Winterfell with a group when Jon rode with Daenerys and her army into Winterfell. People of Wintertown remained silent as they watched the white haired woman pass through. Arya was hidden behind the people as she watch the army march in, she smiled wide when she saw Jon. Her smile dropped when she saw Sandor on his horse riding with the army.

If what she had been told about Sandor and you was true then he was going to lose his shit when he found out you weren’t in Winterfell. Arya quickly walked away from the crowd.

Sansa and Bran stood next to each other while they waited for Jon to arrive in the courtyard. After giving his welcome to his siblings, Jon’s brows rose up in question.

“Y/n? Arya?” Sansa shared a look with Bran.

“Arya is lurking somewhere.”

“Y/n?” Jon asked, looking around.

“We will speak about it when we get inside. The wall has fallen. The dead march south.” Bran spoke out. His eyes shifted when he looked behind Jon. Sandor had walked into the courtyard looking around for you.

Sansa didn’t trust Daenerys the moment she saw her. She stared down at her when Jon introduced her. Sansa couldn’t help but not trust anyone who wasn’t a Stark. Perhaps it was because of the trauma she had to endure, everyone who she did trust, just stabbed her in the back. She didn’t trust her but that didn’t mean she wasn’t grateful for Daenerys saving Jon beyond the wall.

“As soon as we heard about the wall. We called all our banners to retreat to Winterfell.” Sansa spoke loudly to the people in the great hall.

“Y/n had joined with Lord Umber to gather his people. He needed more horses and wagons. We shall expect them tonight or tomorrow.”

“Why would she go?” Jon asked, looking over at Sansa.

“She’s the Lady of Winterfell. She wanted to help. The more help they had, the faster Lord Umber’s people will come.” Jon looks away and notices no one will look at him.

“We need to send a raven to the Night’s watch as well.” Jon spoke out.

“Y/n had done it already.” Bran spoke. Jon cleared his throat when his brother responded. He got a sense of pride for you in his chest. You had taken control well over Winterfell.

“Your grace?” Lyanna Mormont spoke out as she stood up. She asked him how they should call him now. They named him The King in the North and now he wasn’t one. They were angry and they wanted answers. Sansa refused to look at Jon when he gave her a look to help him out.

“I chose the North.” Jon said, explaining to them how he did it for Daenerys to come and help them win this war with the dead.

“Perhaps we picked the wrong Stark then.” Lyanna Mormont said. The Lords around her quietly agreed. Jon froze at her words, he sat down quietly. Tyrion rose up from his seat trying to ease the tension. It didn’t end well when he announced that the Lannister’s army would be joining them soon.

Sandor stood in the Winterfell's battlement looking over the roads. He didn’t handle it well when he heard of your departure. He wanted to go to Last Hearth and help you. Help Beric and Thoros as well. He was grateful that they kept their promise to him about keeping you safe. There's no doubt in his mind that they would’ve left you alone.

“Sandor.” He looks to the right when he hears someone call out his name. He held his breath when he saw Sansa standing a few feet away from him. She held her hands in front of her, she stared at him up and down.

“Little bird.” Sandor replied with a nod then looked ahead watching the roads again in hopes to see you arriving.

“Thank you for bringing her back to us.” Sansa told him.

“Are you?” Sansa nodded at him.

“I thought your sister and you would kill me for bringing her back as something else.” Sansa took a deep breath before walking closer to Sandor. He turns to face her when she gets close to him.

For the first time, Sansa was staring up at him with no fear in her eyes. Her eyes held gratitude.

“There was a time when you couldn’t even look at me.”

“That was a long time ago, Sandor. I have seen much worse than you.” He chuckled at her and they both looked ahead.

Sandor contemplated if he should tell Sansa that he was sorry for what has done to her. He felt guilty for not doing more to convince her to go with him and you after escaping King’s Landing. He never wanted to see you cry like that ever again after hearing what had happened to her.

“Is he dead?” Sansa knew who he meant. “Yes.”

“How?” He asked her.

“Hounds didn’t work so a wolf got the job done.” Sansa answered him and the hair on Sandor’s back stood up.

“Y/n?” He asked her. Sansa confirmed it and Sandor let out a small smile.

“If you like to see her work, walk to the southern side of the battlements.” Sandor looks towards where Sansa spoke of.

“Jon saw it?” He asked.

“He wasn’t very happy with it but the people of Winterfell are. I am.” Sandor and Sansa walked to the southern side. His mouth dropped when he saw three decapitated heads on a spike.

“It takes you back doesn’t it.” Sansa said, reminiscing that day on the bridge when Joffrey showed her and you Ned's head on a spike.

Sandor looks over at Sansa who kept staring at the decapitated heads. “You changed, Little Bird.” Guilt started to rise inside of him, He should have done more for Sansa to come with them.

“I’m sorr-.” “Don’t.” Sansa cut Sandor’s off. She looks up at him once more.

“Without them, I would have stayed the same naïve girl you knew in King’s Landing. I’m stronger now and smarter. I have my sisters with me and now we have you with us.”

Sandor’s eyes widened. “Y/n had the master’s chambers prepared for your arrival. Clean clothes, sheets and everything you’ll need has been provided.”

“Thank you for bringing my sister back. The North and I will never forget what you did.” Sansa told him before walking away. She called out over her shoulder for a servant to show Sandor the way to the chambers.

Sandor feels out of place when the servant shuts the door behind him when he enters the master's chambers. He looked around to see the furniture, the table in the center was filled with fruits and bread. He shook his head at the pitcher of ale on the table. You knew him too well. He touched the bed that was filled with blankets of wool and fur. He walks to the end of the bed and finds his name written on a scroll. His eyes widened when he saw a leather cape with black and gray fur stitched around the shoulders and neckline. Underneath he sees a tunic shirt and dark trousers. He leans down when he notices the large and heavy boots. They were good for the snow, Sandor didn’t have to worry about his toes getting frostbite anymore. He held the cape close to his chest, this was all for him. He never wore anything this nice before and he never was gifted anything like this.

Looking ahead there was a closet nearby. He walked towards it and touched the new clothes, they looked about his size. Different tunics, capes and trousers hung in the closet. He was gracious that you had done this for him. Giving him warm clothes and a good bed but what he longs for was you. He notices your robe hanging from the door. He walks towards it, grabbing the robe and holding it close to his face. He can smell your scent on the robe. His chest aches for you. He wished they had arrived sooner so he could have gone with you to Last Hearth.

Dinner in Winterfell was awkward at first, he walked inside the hall after one of the servants told him that dinner would be served. Ser Davos and Gendry commented on Sandor’s new clothes and told him that he looks like a true northerner when Sandor sat with them.

“You cleaned up nice.” Brienne said when she sat in front of Sandor.

“Fuck off.” Sandor said, making her roll her eyes as he grabbed the pitcher of ale from the table. She remained seated in front of him and they both ate quietly with the rest.

Word had spread about Sandor and your relationship with him. He can hear the whispers behind his back and the looks people gave him. Northern clothes on a southern man gave the North something to talk about.

“You heard what she did?” Brienne asked.

“The heads on the spike.” He nodded at her as he continued to eat his food.

“What do you think?” Sandor huffed before answering.

“Good. Fuck them. They deserve it.” Brienne remains quiet for a second.

“I heard the queen wasn’t too fond of it. Jon didn’t like it either.” Sandor looks up from his plate as he chews his food.

“The queen didn’t like it? But she’s the one burning people with her dragons if they don’t bend the knee.” Sandor said as he grabbed his cup to take a drink.

There was a loud crash in the dining hall making everyone stop chatting and eating. Sandor looks ahead to see Sansa and Jon out of their seats standing next to Bran. Jon was yelling at Bran to wake up but Bran had his head thrown back and his eyes were white.

“He’s warging.” Arya said, looking over at her brother. Bran’s hand gripped the handles of his wheelchair tightly, his plate of food was on the ground. It was a minute later when Bran returned.

“What happened?” Jon asked to kneel next to Bran who started to sweat.

“They ran into trouble.” Bran spoke out. “Y/n. Beric.

“There’s coming now.”

Grey Worm opened the door of the hall, Daenerys rose up from her seat. Sandor was the first to walk out of the hall when Grey Worm announced that a few Dothraki making their rounds found them miles away from Wintertown. Dinner was cut short and they immediately walked to the courtyard. Arya was standing next to Sansa in the court yard as the guards lit the candles around the yard. The night was cold, Sandor was still shivering under his warm clothes and fur cape as he stood in the battlement.

Arya kept looking up at Sandor to see him pacing back and forward.

“Riders coming in!” The guard yelled in the night. Jon watched as survivors of the garrison at East Watch by the sea and Castle Black rode in. A few free folk came in on horses. Sansa looked around to see you. Jon and his siblings watched as the Beric came riding in, the free folks and the survivors stood and watched as you walked in last.

You were walking alongside your horse. Thoros body draped over the straddle. Jon’s breath hitched at the sight of you. He noticed you were naked under your cape. You walked on the snow with your bare feet, your hair was a mess and you had blood on your hands and feet. Your eyes were bloodshot and you walked like one of the dead. You looked ahead to see your siblings.

It was quiet for a second, no one said a word. They stared at you as you placed a hand on Thoros’ back. Beric got off his horse and walked towards you.

“I’ll put him to rest, Lady Y/n.” He spoke to you softly.

“I’ll help you.” Beric shook his head. “You must rest. You fought hard and well.”

Jon was about to walk towards you when Tormund spoke loudly.

“Rest, m’lady. You had protected us during the ride here.”

Sansa quickly ran towards you when you nodded at the redhead wildling. Jon and Arya followed. Sansa hugged you tight when Tormund and Beric walked away with Thoros’ body.

“What happened?” Jon asked you. Arya’s frowned as your eyes started to well up in tears. Sansa grabbed your hand.

“A few wights were residing in Last Hearth. The Night King is almost upon us. We barely made it out.” You told him with a quavering tone.

You were about to speak again when you heard Sandor. You looked over Jon’s shoulder. Sansa let your hand go when she saw Sandor standing in the sidelines. The tears fell down your cheeks as you stared at him. You immediately started to walk towards him.

Daenerys watched as Sandor quickly walked to you practically speed walking. She watched as you leapt into his arms. Sandor held you tight against him, lifting you up so your arms warped around his shoulders.

Everyone watched as you hugged Sandor. The rumors were proven right, Lady Y/n was with The Hound. Sandor had shoved his face in the crock of your neck as he held you.

“Never leave me again. Please.” You whispered to Sandor as he settled you down on the ground. He cups your face wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Aye. I swear it.” He tells you.

“He saved me.” You told Sandor. “Thoros saved me. I couldn’t leave him behind. I couldn’t allow him to turn into a wight.” You hugged him once more.

Sandor didn’t know why his chest felt heavy when you told him about Thoros death. He wasn’t close to him. They fought like cats and dogs during their journey but he saved you.

“We need to get you inside.” Sandor spoke. You nodded at him. Sandor placed a hand on your lower back to guide back inside the castle when your name was called out.

Shaken and scared, young Lord Ned Umber walked towards you. He stopped when he saw Sandor staring down at him. Lord Ned Umber pulled his sword out and kneel down on one knee.

“Thank you, Lady Y/n. I am forever in your debt.” The survivors of House Umber followed their lord and kneel down on one knee.

“We would have been dead without you.” The young boy stated.

“Rise, Lord Umber.” You spoke out after watching one by one kneeling in front of you.

“For centuries our families fought on the battlefield together. You pleaded your loyalty to House Stark again, Lord Umber after your father betrayed us. As long as I am breathing and able to fight, I will help those who plead their loyalty to me. To House Stark.” You spoke out. The people loudly agreed and holler as they banged their weapons together.

Tyrion looks up at Daenerys to see her staring at you with admiration. Tyrion knew she would have to make you side with her if she wanted to win over the North. He realized what Lyanna Mormont meant when saying they picked the wrong Stark. He hoped this wouldn’t cause an issue between you and Daenerys. He wondered what Ned would think if he saw you now. He watched as Sandor helped you walk inside the castle. After seeing what you have done with the traitors, he knew you had changed. The eerily sensation filled his stomach when he thought back of what Joffrey had done to Ned Stark’s head. This was payback. This was revenge. He wonders what you would do when you see the Lannister army come up to the north. He wouldn’t forget the face Daenerys and Jon had when they saw the decapitated heads, their eyeballs were plucked out, and their tongues were cut.

Sandor shut the door after a servant bought him a tray of stew. He looks at you as he brings the tray to the table and sits on the chair across from you. He grew worried when you kept quiet. You haven’t spoken when you walked inside the castle. You remained silent when the servant helped you wash.

“Are you angry with me?” You questioned him before bringing the bowl of stew in front of you.

Sandor watched as you took your robe off, showing your bare arms. He can see the faint scratch marks on your arms. He pressed his lips in a tight line, he wanted to be angry. He was because you left Winterfell after he told you to stay put but knew he couldn’t be angry. You’re Lady of Winterfell and with that title came with responsibilities.

“I wish you would’ve sent out more men instead of going yourself.” He answered you.

“We couldn’t afford to send more men out there. Lord Glover decided not to help us after he heard that Jon was bringing the queen here. I will stand behind Jon Snow, the King in the North was what he wrote to us.”

“I wasn’t expecting some of the dead to be there.” You told him truthfully.

“I wasn’t expecting Thoros to die for me. I should have done better. I didn’t see one of them coming behind me. They stabbed him in the chest.” You cried out, wiping your tears away.

“Thoros did what he was expected to do. To keep you safe. I told him to promise me he would. Beric did as well.” Sandor regretted telling you those words when he saw you look at him with a frown.

“You made them promise to keep me safe? Thoros would have still been alive if it wasn’t for that.” It was Sandor’s turn to frown now. You were angry.

Sandor rose up from his seat and walked in front of you. “Thoros died because he wanted to protect you. It wasn’t just because of a promise. If he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t have protected you. I know men who don’t keep their oath and their promises, he’s not one of them. He did it because he wanted to. He and Beric agreed without hesitation.”

Sandor kneels down next to you when you didn’t meet his eyes. “And when the time comes that I have to die to protect you. I will without hesitation and without regret because I love you.”

You turned to look at Sandor when he said those very words you had told him before many times. He never said it once to you before.

“You love me?” You asked him.

“Aye. I do.” Sandor nodded. “I love you, my little wolf.”

You leaned down close to him, he closed in with his lips pressing against yours. You cupped his face as he deepened the kiss. The stew was long forgotten when you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sandor stood up, taking you into his arms.

“I love you too. I love you so much.” You told him, Sandor lets out a smile. The feeling he always had when you told him you loved him multiplied. He was loved, and he loved you. He had forgotten all about his troubles and his worries.

You lead him towards the bed making him sit on the edge. You stood between his legs, kissing him. His hands rest on your hips pulling you close to him, tight against him he wanted you. He wants you badly, he grows hard just by your kisses just by your touch. He hears you moan when he kisses your neck, nipping your skin.

His hands go under your nightgown, he feels how soft and warm you are. You let out a squeal at his cold hands.

“You’re freezing. Haven’t gotten used to the North yet, I see.” You asked with a smirk.

“I have been freezing my balls off all day.” Sandor replies as he pushes the gown up and cups your ass.

“We can’t have that. Can we?” He smiles up at you as you start to undress him. He felt like the luckiest man alive. Being kissed by a person like you. Beautiful. Strong. Intelligent. A fighter.

He felt so lucky that you chose him to love him. To continue to love him with all his flaws, with half of a burnt face and a troubled past. He watched as you took off your nightgown after removing his coat along with his shirt. Sandor latched on to your bare skin, kissing it pulling up against his chest as his hands roamed around your body.

“Come here.” He tells you, making you sit on his lap. Chest to chest, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Sandor lets out a moan as you grind against his hard on, the fabric of his trouser grew wet by your aroused.

“You’re not afraid of me?” You asked him softly against his neck. Sandor looks at you.

“You must know by now what I did. Someone must’ve told you.” You said as your hands wandered on his chest.

“Are you afraid of me?” He asked you, making you frown.

“Of course not. I love you.” You said. Sandor lets out a small smile as he looks at your face. He brings his hand to cup your face, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You have your answer.” He mumbles as he pulls your bottom lip. You grab his wrist, taking his thumb in your mouth. Sucking his thumb as you grind on him.

“Fuck.” He says when you playfully bite the tip of his thumb.

“Lay down.” You tell him. Sandor was too slow and you pushed him on the bed completely catching him off guard. He was too busy staring at your naked body. You crawl up towards him, you moan when you drag your cunt against his stomach. Caging his head with your arms, you leaned down to kiss him.

“I want to ride you.” You whispered shyly at him as you kissed his scarred cheek. He cups your ass with his large hands, squeezing the fat of your ass.

“Let me get you ready.” You shake your head and he drops his mouth when he touches your sopping cunt. You were so wet.

He was about to get up when you pushed him back down. He doesn’t move when you start to move down, quickly your hands unties the laces of his trousers. He watches as your eyes widen by his hard cock. Your jerk off his cock with both hands for a moment before pushing yourself up to get into position.

Placing a hand on his hairy chest, you let out a whine when you sit down on his cock slowly. His cock was splitting you open, it’s been far too long since you’ve been intimate with him. Sandor moans when you sit down completely on his cock. He can feel your walls clenching around him. His hips were starting to thrust upwards when you placed both hands on chest, stopping him completely.

His toes curl in his boots when you move your hips, your cunt is so wet. He grabs a hold on your outer thighs when you start to bounce on his cock. He can’t stop looking at your face, so beautiful you looked. Your mouth is parted as you moan while riding him. Your hair was thrown over your shoulder.

The bed dipped every time you sank down his cock. Rising your hips up and down slowly trying to get used to him. He watches you with hooded eyes, he bites his bottom lip to not cry out.

He rubs his hands up and down the side of your body as you ride him. Your breathy moans and his grunts mixed together with the sound of your wet cunt. He feels your coming to end, he knows the moment you make a whiny noise. He starts to thrust up making you shout in pleasure.

“Cum for me.” He tells you as he pulls your hips down. He wants to make you cum, he wants to feel you cumming on his cock. He doesn’t stop trusting his hips up, not when you’re moaning so loud. He wraps you around when you start to cum. You had fallen on his chest when you came.

He stays hard, your whining makes him hard. He grinds his hips making you cry out. You push yourself up on his chest. Leaning down, you kiss him gently.

“It’s your turn. I want you to cum. Please inside of me. I want to feel you deep in me.” You whisper to him.

“On your back.” He tells you after he kisses you. He smirks at the dopey smile you had on your face when you rolled on the bed. He looks over at you as he tips his boots off and removes his trousers leaving it on the ground.

He groans as he jerks himself as he stares at you. Pretty thing, on your back, legs spread open. He can see the lips of cunt are swollen and wet. He notices your cheeks grew red when you saw him looking at you. Sandor swore his ears started to ring when you began to tease him. Bringing a hand down to your cunt, rubbing your clit in front of him. Just like how he showed you. The first time he showed you, he wouldn’t forget the look on your face when he used his fingers to make you cum. He gets on the bed and tugs you towards him. It was your turn now to watch him.

His cock was painfully hard now, precum dripping from his thick head. He notices your glossy eyes when pushes your legs against your chest. He rubs the head of his cock against your cunt. Slowly up and down, even smacking a few times on your clit making you moan out.

“Please.” You beg him to put it in. “Sandor.”

He senses your frustration and he continues to play with your cunt. He gathers your slick and rubs it around your cunt. He pushes his cock in, he lets out a moan when your lips spread on his cock.

He slides in and out of you slowly. He’s grabbing the blankets underneath you to control himself. You're already trembling under him and your pussy is pulsating around him.

He cries your name out and he snaps his hips hard making you cry out.

“Fuck!” He grunts against your name as he quickly thrusts into you. He ruts into you fast and hard. You had pulled him by the beard towards your face so you could kiss him. He’s panting against your neck as your pussy is squelching with each thrust.

Sandor comes with a growl making you cry out. He holds you down with his weight as he fills your womb with his seeds. You continued to embrace him, enjoying the sensation of behind weight down and filled. Sandor kisses your shoulders, butterfly kisses on your skin he gives you. Before he starts to get up to get comfortable with you in bed. He moves his hand to turn your head towards him. He pulls you into a surprise kiss. You open your mouth when you feel his tongue against your bottom lip. He sinks his hands into your hair pulling it gently making you moan in his mouth.

Both of you pull away in need for air, “Fuck, Y/n.” He whispered out of breath against your cheek. You give him a smile when he looks down at you.

Sandor wakes up in the middle of the night in thirst. Carefully getting out of the bed without waking you up. He let out a sigh when he saw there was no ale left, quickly getting dressed. He walked out of the room quietly to not disturb you. He knew you needed your rest. He was about to walk past the great hall with the empty pitcher in his hand when he saw voices coming from inside. The light from the candles glowed under the parted doors of the hall.

As he got closer to the doors of the hall. He heard Tormund’s voice booming from the inside.

“The moment Thoros shut his eyes and died. There was a growl.” Sandor stopped between the doors to look inside.

Tormund was sitting on top of the tables with a crowd around him. Some were the free folks while others were guards of the Vale and from the Stark. Tormund took a sip from his horn cup and his eyes widened when he raised his hands up.

“The wolf came out! Scared some of the people but they held their ground. They had too because the moment the wolf came out. The dead knew. So Lady Y/n took them one by one while we got our horses ready. Ripping their limbs or their heads off. We thought the coast was clear but we were wrong.” Sandor held his breath as Tormund continued.

“Beric and I had to hold on to Lady Y/n’s horse. Thoros was strapped on the staddle. She refused to leave him behind. Nearly bit Beric’s leg and my ass off to make sure.”

“The ride here ? How was that?” One of the servants asked.

“Did the dead follow you guys?” A soldier asked frantically.

“They did follow us and when they are near, the weather worsens. Almost shit myself because of it!” Tormund answered with a nod. His blue eyes looked around the people around him.

“She ran alongside with our horses. Any dead that got near us, she would run around and take them down.” Sandor decides to walk away to the kitchen. He didn’t need to hear anymore of his story. You told him what had happened afterwards, being intimate with him. He asked you for the story while you laid on top of him. His fingers were running through your hair while the other rubbed your back as you told him.

Sandor was relieved when he saw the kitchen empty. Quickly refilling the pitcher, he made his way back to the chambers. He shut the door behind him and looked at your sleeping form. He leaned against the door continuing to stare at you. He admired you from afar, he stared at the way that your chest rose up and from down with each breath you took. He can see the love bites on your breast and shoulders. Your bare leg was peeking out of the wool blankets.

Sandor takes a sip straight from the pitcher when he remembers what you told him before falling asleep. It made his eyes filled with unshed tears.

“I would die protecting you as well. No hesitation and no regret. I would do it in a heartbeat.”

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Consider this quote that has launched a thousand ships...

“Every man who walks the earth casts a shadow on the world. Some are thin and weak, others long and dark. You should look behind you, Lord Snow. The moon has kissed you and etched your shadow upon the ice twenty feet tall.”

(Jon VI, ADWD)

This is one of those quotes that has a lot of hidden meanings, depending on the leans through which the reader interprets it.

I often see it used as shipping fodder - understandably so, given Jon's connection to both Arya and Daenerys. But I would argue that it really has a lot of symbolic significance to Jon, kings, and dragons.

For instance, Mel talking of men casting shadows upon the world and then immediately mentioning that Jon's own shadow looms large over one of the greatest wonders of the world reminds me of several quotes about Tyrion:

“Some woman, no doubt. Most of them are.” He favored Jon with a rueful grin. “Remember this, boy. All dwarfs may be bastards, yet not all bastards need be dwarfs.” And with that he turned and sauntered back into the feast, whistling a tune. When he opened the door, the light from within threw his shadow clear across the yard, and for just a moment Tyrion Lannister stood tall as a king.

(Jon I, AGOT)

“Oh, I think that Lord Tyrion is quite a large man,” Maester Aemon said from the far end of the table. He spoke softly, yet the high officers of the Night’s Watch all fell quiet, the better to hear what the ancient had to say. “I think he is a giant come among us, here at the end of the world.”

(Tyrion III, AGOT)

Tyrion has often been likened to a small man who casts a giant-like shadow - often within the context of him wielding some sort of power/influence, as we can see with Vary's remarks. It's quite remarkable that Jon, a mere boy, is also equated with casting a giant-like shadow, especially within the context of him wielding innate magical power. I also find it difficult to ignore that Tyrion's shadow is said to stand as tall as a king, especially if we add the context of Jon comparing their heights earlier in that chapter.

We thus have shadows likened to kings. So where do the dragons come in?

“A trader from Qarth once told me that dragons came from the moon,” blond Doreah said as she warmed a towel over the fire. Jhiqui and Irri were of an age with Dany, Dothraki girls taken as slaves when Drogo destroyed their father’s khalasar. Doreah was older, almost twenty. Magister Illyrio had found her in a pleasure house in Lys. Silvery-wet hair tumbled across her eyes as Dany turned her head, curious. “The moon?” “He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi,” the Lysene girl said. “Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return.”

(Daenerys III, AGOT)

It's said that dragons are birthed from the moon. Daenerys' herself is presented as some sort of moon maid often in the text - which makes it all the more believable that she's the moon kissing Jon in Mel's quote.

But we must also consider Mel's quote within the larger context of the book in which it appears. For Jon, ADWD is full of symbolism regarding death, (re)birth, kings, Azor Ahai's legend, and dragons waking from stone.

Burning dead children had ceased to trouble Jon Snow; live ones were another matter. Two kings to wake the dragon. The father first and then the son, so both die kings. The words had been murmured by one of the queen’s men as Maester Aemon had cleaned his wounds. Jon had tried to dismiss them as his fever talking. Aemon had demurred. “There is power in a king’s blood,” the old maester had warned, “and better men than Stannis have done worse things than this.” The king can be harsh and unforgiving, aye, but a babe still on the breast? Only a monster would give a living child to the flames.

(Jon I, ADWD)

A repeated motif with the faith of R'hllor, especially as it pertains to Mel and her attempts to bring about Azor Ahai, is the idea of human sacrifice. Especially the sacrifice of king's blood. How curious that this line is repeated several times in the Wall plot? And how curious that we end the book with Jon's assassination.....

Throughout ADWD, Mel sees Jon in her visions, especially as she looks for Azor Ahai. Val later reminds him that there is some significance to what Mel sees

“His milk name. I had to call him something. See that he stays safe and warm. For his mother’s sake, and mine. And keep him away from the red woman. She knows who he is. She sees things in her fires.” Arya, he thought, hoping it was so. “Ashes and cinders.” “Kings and dragons.”

(Jon VIII, ADWD)

There irony here is that they're right. Mel sees Snow in her visions (though Jon is thinking of lowercase 's'). But only Val equates this to kings and dragons. We know that Jon is both.

“Pyp should learn to hold his tongue. I have heard the same from others. King’s blood, to wake a dragon. Where Melisandre thinks to find a sleeping dragon, no one is quite sure. It’s nonsense. Mance’s blood is no more royal than mine own. He has never worn a crown nor sat a throne. He’s a brigand, nothing more. There’s no power in brigand’s blood.”

(Sam I, AFFC)

There is a deep irony to this quote. We know that Jon is dead (or near death) by the end of ADWD. And if we consider R+L=J, then it seems that Melisandre has just found her sleeping dragon, whether she knows it or not. This could create a very interesting parallel to the Tragedy at Summerhall. which was intended to birth dragons but instead brought about a metaphorical dragon in Prince Rhaegar....who happens to be Jon's father, and who was initially thought to be Azor Ahai/TPTWP. Thus, there is an intended parallel of a Targaryen princeling mimicking dragons waking from stone with both Rhaegar and Jon.

Not only that but according to prophecy, Azor Ahai has been credited with having birthed dragons

“He is not dead. Stannis is the Lord’s chosen, destined to lead the fight against the dark. I have seen it in the flames, read of it in ancient prophecy. When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone. Dragonstone is the place of smoke and salt.”

(Jon X, ADWD)

But we have what seems to be a different interpretation of prophecy that has Azor Ahai forging Lightbringer, and there is the mention of a moon....

“A hundred days and a hundred nights he labored on the third blade, and as it glowed white-hot in the sacred fires, he summoned his wife. ‘Nissa Nissa,’ he said to her, for that was her name, ‘bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.’ She did this thing, why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel. Such is the tale of the forging of Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes.

(Davos I, ACOK)

So all in all, we're told that dragons (allegedly) came from the moon, and that Azor Ahai's forging of Lightbringer caused a crack in the moon (which sounds very similar to the crack that brought forth dragons).

Side Note: Are these two different prophesies? Different interpretations of one prophecy? The second one talks of a very literal flaming sword, but did the crack in the moon also bring forth dragons? In that case, are there supposed to be two Lightbringers (a sword and dragons)?

When we consider all of these things, Jon is placed in a rather peculiar position. He could be the dragon being born from the moon....but what if he is the sun itself? (Or as close to the sun as he possible can be?)

Let's take a step back and consider again how Daenerys fits into all of this.

Dany pressed her heels into her silver and rode closer. “My lord,” she said softly. “Drogo. My sun-and-stars.”

(Daenerys VIII, AGOT)

Khal Drogo looked down at her. His face was a copper mask, yet under the long black mustache, drooping beneath the weight of its gold rings, she thought she glimpsed the shadow of a smile. “Is good name, Dan Ares wife, moon of my life,” he said.

(Daenerys V, AGOT)

As stated earlier, Daenerys has always been presented as a moon maid. In her interactions with Khal Drogo, he often called her the moon and she equated him with the sun; which makes for a very interesting comparison later on when Drogo's life is exchanged for dragons, and Dany kisses him sometime prior.

There aren't many similarities between Jon and Drogo, but Dany's House of the Undying visions place them both as her husbands.

Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness.… mother of dragons, bride of fire …

(Daenerys IV, ACOK)

Then we have the matter of Azor Ahai and his flaming sword, Lightbringer.

ADWD hints at the possibility that Jon will be the one (not Stannis) to successfully forge this legendary sword.

Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist.

(Jon XII, ADWD)

What's interesting about Lightbringer is that it's not just an ordinary flaming sword. There's more to say on the properties of Lightbringer but based on textual clues, we can assume that it must meet two conditions:

It must give off heat

It must be bright...as bright as the sun (Jon's ADWD dream indicates that his sword is giving off a light that encompasses the world around him: "his blade burned red in his fist...The world dissolved into a red mist."

Lightbringer being a stand in for the sun often comes up in relation to Stannis' false sword.

“Now he comes north humbled, with his tail between his legs. Why should I give him any aid? Answer me that.” Because he is your rightful king, Davos thought. Because he is a strong man and a just one, the only man who can restore the realm and defend it against the peril that gathers in the north. Because he has a magic sword that glows with the light of the sun.

(Davos I, ADWD)

Stannis Baratheon drew Lightbringer. The sword glowed red and yellow and orange, alive with light. Jon had seen the show before … but not like this, never before like this. Lightbringer was the sun made steel. [...] “Westeros has but one king,” said Stannis. His voice rang harsh, with none of Melisandre’s music. “With this sword I defend my subjects and destroy those who menace them. Bend the knee, and I promise you food, land, and justice. Kneel and live. Or go and die. The choice is yours.” He slipped Lightbringer into its scabbard, and the world darkened once again, as if the sun had gone behind a cloud. “Open the gates.”

(Jon III, ADWD)

This brings up a very interesting question for the reader to consider. If Jon is the one to successfully forge the true Lightbringer, then he becomes one who would wield the sun itself; which is undoubtedly going to be very important in the upcoming war for the dawn when all of Westeros will be covered by never ending darkness.

Jon himself is never directly linked to having the countenance of the sun, or being golden like the sun, but it must mean something if he is the one to harness the sun.

So going back to Mel's quote, it's a bit of a mental exercise to try and tease out what role Jon plays in this. The moon (which birthed dragons) has embraced him. But is Jon the dragon to be brought forth by the moon's actions? Is he the sun? Or maybe a hybrid of both?

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hikarimiyanaga · 4 months

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The Queen's Bride (Part 2)

Warnings : Omegaverse. Stark!Reader. Omega!Reader x Alpha!Daenerys Targaryen. Modern!AU.

Taglist : @kelloggs4cereal

You go back to your apartment and immediately see Jon just lounging around.

"You have your own apartment, you know?" You glare at him as you put down your bag.

"Where were you all day yesterday? I even called Oberyn and he told me you left your class fast."

"I was with Arya! Also, why are you looking for me??"

"Ygritte wanted a date." You raise an eyebrow at him.

"So?? The fuck are you telling me this for??" Jon rolls his eyes at you.

"Should I accept or not??"

"Jon. You are going to marry the girl. You'll become part of their family. Go on a date. It's not like you're busy, right?"

"Hey! I'm learning to be a kn-"

"A what? Knight? Do you think the Lannisters would allow it? Their head is part of the inner council." Jon scoffs at you.

"So is Uncle Ned!"

"Father doesn't have that much sway in that circle though, unlike Tywin." You sit besides him and sigh. "Tywin Lannister is scary as fuck. I think he has no conscience considering his treatment of his own youngest son."

"I still can't believe that you're friends with th-" You glare at him and pinch his hand before he could finish his sentence. "Tyrion! Ow!"

"He's smart. That's enough reason to be his friend." You grab his cost from the couch and toss it to his face. "Go on that date. Get to know your future wife."

"But-"

"No buts, Jon. You came here for advice. Get to know her." You smile at him. "You might actually like her."

"Fine. Fine. You win." Jon stands and puts on his coat. "See you next week?"

"We do have to study for history. So yes."

"Nice. Bye!" He dashes out of the apartment and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

'A date, huh?' You get your phone and look at your messages. Nothing new. You open your WestBook and search her name.

Daenerys Targaryen.

It seems that she's the youngest of all Targaryen kids right now. With Rhaegar being the heir right now.

You sigh at the picture. It was her with her family, all around the iron throne.

That's right. The Targaryen Family are the current ones sitting on the Iron Throne. Respected as the Family who is heading the Westeros Conglomerate and the only ones who has a connection with the dragons.

'If someone is really going to trial themselves with the dragons then it's my chance to see one.' You scroll and hum.

She's 18 Just like you. Also a freshman at Westeros University. It seems like she's studying Ruling and Taming Beasts. Both are official courses at the University.

You hum. Seems like Targaryen kids have more freedom unlike you.

'Fucking management.' You wanted to be a knight. Or maybe even a magician. But your Father pushed this course onto you and wanted no arguments. He said that this was the easiest course in the University and should be no problem for an omega like you. You shake your head of the memory.

"Fucking hells." You stand and get a glass of water for yourself.

When you say your last name, commoners either look at you with awe or disgust. Nobles usually look down on you. After all, The Starks were never on the top 3 Families in Westeros.

The Top 3 usually consists of the Targaryens, The Lannisters and the Baratheons. All three always vying for the Iron Throne.

You look at your phone again and click to message her.

You were about to send something when someone else messages you first.

Jaime Lannister has sent you a request.

You raise an eyebrow at the notification and immediately message Tyrion.

You : Is your brother on crack??? Why the fuck is he messaging me??

Tyrion replied immediately.

Tyrion : They found out that you were hanging out with me. Sorry.

You hum.

You : No worries about it, Ty. Tell him that I have no interest in him.

Tyrion : Oh. Got it. Have you got your fiancé yet?

You : Yes. Daenerys Targaryen.

Tyrion : OPPOSITE MOTTOS?????

You groan at the reminder. It felt like your father really took this arrangement out of his ass. It felt like he licked the current king's boots just for this.

And no way that it was to the Targaryen's benefits. Maybe they just wanted a new omega in their midst.

'Oh. Probably.' You realize. There have been too many beta results among the nobles. Omegas like you were basically like really rare among the nobles. Betas are like the last option when it comes to arranged marriages. After all, when it comes to pregnancy, omegas are more known to have greater pregnancy rates than betas.

You shudder at the thought then tears were on your eyes.

Did your Father arrange you to become a-

You sob as you fall to the ground.

You didn't want to think about it.

You didn't want to fall into that rabbit hole.

You didn't want to think about that way about your father.

But it's times like these that made you really want to kill yourself ever since you found that you were an omega. You sob as you hug your knees to yourself.

A breeder. What a term. It hasn't been used for five centuries but that was because people kept finding ways to disguise it.

But that was basically what you are. Easiest course. Grand apartment. The top Family in Westeros. It all fit like a perfect puzzle.

"I'm a fucking joke." You say to no one as you realize your predicament. It's why he found someone so fast. Maybe people even begun offering to him after your result was out. You didn't know. You don't want to know. You just wanted to be numb right now.

You text Oberyn.

You : I need to be numb.

His reply was surprisingly fast.

Oberyn : Numb how??

You : Like I can forget who I am.

Oberyn : I'll bring some to your apartment. Take it alone. I can't guarantee your safety if an Alpha is there with you.

You : What kind of- you know what. Fuck it. Bring it.

Oberyn : Gotcha. Will be there in a few minutes. Make sure to lock everything.

You change your clothes and wait for Oberyn. You didn't want to feel anything. Specially not this helplessness that persisted ever since you found out that you were an omega.

You hear a knock on the door and open it.

"Here. It'll last for the night. You'll feel numb af. Did you lock everything?" He asks and you nod. "Air vents? You don't want to let Alphas know you took this." You open up the air vents and Oberyn hums. "I like you, Y/N. Amongst all the nobles here in Westeros, you are one of the honorable ones." He holds out the small bag. "I get it. I have a sister who is an omega. But do not let this be a habit. I'm only helping just this once."

"I'm not going to be an addict. I just- I want to forget just for a night." Oberyn hugs you tightly and you sniff, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Good luck, Stark. Don't be a stranger." You smile slightly at him then lock your door. You double check everything then lock yourself in your room. You get the drug and quickly consume it. You didn't know what it was. You didn't want to know what it was.

After a few minutes, you started to feel the effect and was just staring in space.

That was the last thing you remember.

You wake up groggily and look at the clock. 8 am. What happened?

You look around and hum.

Right. Drugs. Forgetting.

"Fucking- my head hurts." You look at your phone and see the messages.

Oberyn : Remember to take the day off and rest. You'll need it.

Jon : The date is on Saturday. Will you help me choose clothes?

You groan as you stand and get to the bathroom. You get some medicine and drink it.

"Sleep. I need more sleep."

You get up four hours later and sigh in relief. Your headache is gone. You get your phone again and hum as you see no new messages. Thank god.

You drink a glass of water and sigh in relief. Your phone rings and you see that it was an unknown number. You answer it cautiously.

"Hello?"

"Hi there, Ms. Stark." You raise an eyebrow at the unfamiliar voice. You look at you phone in confusion before replying.

"Uh... Do I know who this is?" You hear the voice chuckle and hum.

"You probably should. After all, I am your fiancé."

"What?"

"I'm Daenerys Targaryen. Can we meet for coffee?"

You were in your favorite cafe, one that was run by two wives. You were drinking hot chocolate when Daenerys finally arrived. Almost everyone in the cafe stopped what they were doing and stared. You can't even blame them.

The Targaryens' signature silver hair flowed smoothly through her shoulders. You were drooling. At least you think you are. You quickly wipe off your mouth as Daenerys stops in front of the counter. She orders her drink then looks around. You were spotted so you quickly open your phone and pretend you haven't been staring and drooling at her since she walked inside. You hear her footsteps and your focus immediately shifted.

"Y/N Stark, right?" You put down your phone and Jesus. She is fucking ethereal.

"Yes. Uh- Daenerys?" She smiles and you blush.

"Yes. Daenerys Targaryen, nice to meet you." She says as she takes a seat in front of you.

"Oh, um. Nice to meet you too. I honestly didn't think I would see you before our well-"

"Wedding?" She confirms and you blush.

"Yep. Most fiancés never really meet each other before so. When you contacted me well-"

"Surprise." She smiles at you. You feel your heart racing as you look at her. Shit, were you really falling in just the first date. You gulp. Yes, you were.

"So, um, what did you want to talk to me about?" Daenerys was about to answer when her name was called. She stands and you quickly try to calm your heart down. "We need rules."

"What?"

"Rules. As you are now my fiancé, you are also a de facto member of the Targaryen House and so we need to establish rules that you have to follow."

"We're not even married-"

"Yet. Yes. But still."

"No one knows about our engagement. Only the elders and us-"

"I will let the public know."

"Why?"

"Because I'm proud to have an Omega as my fiancé." There it was. A stab in your heart. Your hands shake and you clench your fists.

"What rules then?"

You put the laminated paper on your kitchen counter and sigh. You didn't think that Daenerys was serious but here it was. On your kitchen counter.

"Fucking hell." You grab your emergency stash of bourbon and pour yourself a glass. Your phone rings and you look at it. You answer it.

"Y/N. Where are you?"

"I'm at my apartment, Father. Can I do anything to assist you?"

"I see. Will you be able to go home tonight?"

"Yes? Is there anything happening tonight?"

"Yes. The Lannisters are throwing a gala and I need you to attend."

"Oh. Me?"

"Yes. Rob will be coming along with you."

"Oh. But I don't have any-"

"A suit is already prepared for you in the house. Go wear it."

"Of course. I will be there shortly, then." You groan and put away the bourbon. "This day is driving me nuts."

A/N:

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Readers!

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daenerystargaryen06 · 4 months

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" we have ample evidence from the books that there can/will be a Targ Restoration, but it won't end with the Targs on the throne"

could you tell me which ones?

The evidence for a Targ restoration is laid within small hints and foreshadowing within the books. It is subtle and not easily caught, but if you take a moment to go through the books with a careful eye and speculate over the reasons GRRM has written certain things in Dany and Jon's chapters, it can be led as a potential hint/speculative potential of Dany and Jon to be the ones to carry out the Targ legacy/restoration.

Let's begin with the beginning foundations of Dany and Jon being set up to meet:

"A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . ." -A Clash of Kings - Daenerys IV

"We should have twenty trebuchets, not two, and they should be mounted on sledges and turntables so we could move them. It was a futile thought. He might as well wish for another thousand men, and maybe a dragon or three." -A Storm of Swords - Jon VIII

"Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow." -A Storm of Swords - Daenerys II

"All in black, he was a shadow among shadows, dark of hair, long of face, grey of eye." -A Clash of Kings - Jon I

Jon and Daenerys are meant to meet, and a relationship will spark between them, as hinted at within the books. GRRM has also stated to D&D (as said by them) that the main point of GoT/ASOIAF is Jon and Daenerys meeting. Two people who struggle with politics, leading, and coming to terms with their true identities. Daenerys just wants peace and a home, Jon just wants to know who his mother was and a home for himself as well.

Now where does Targ restoration come into play and is hinted at? We have a few select lines within the books that give us some subtle cues:

"Drogon killed a little girl. Her name was … her name …" Dany could not recall the child's name. That made her so sad that she would have cried if all her tears had not been burned away. "I will never have a little girl. I was the Mother of Dragons." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

"I would need to steal her if I wanted her love, but she might give me children. I might someday hold a son of my own blood in my arms. A son was something Jon Snow had never dared dream of, since he decided to live his life on the Wall. I could name him Robb." -A Storm of Swords - Jon XII

Both Jon and Daenerys think of having children, but both resign into accepting that they may never have children of their own. Daenerys due to believing she was cursed by Mirri Maz Duur, and Jon due to being a sworn brother of the Night's Watch along with thinking that he is a bastard.

There is also the fact that when Daenerys is out upon the Dothraki Sea, she has a miscarriage:

"When she woke, gasping, her thighs were slick with blood. . . For a moment she did not realize what it was. The world had just begun to lighten, and the tall grass rustled softly in the wind. No, please, let me sleep some more. I'm so tired. She tried to burrow back beneath the pile of grass she had torn up when she went to sleep. Some of the stalks felt wet. Had it rained again? She sat up, afraid that she had soiled herself as she slept. When she brought her fingers to her face, she could smell the blood on them. Am I dying? Then she saw the pale crescent moon, floating high above the grass, and it came to her that this was no more than her moon blood. If she had not been so sick and scared, that might have come as a relief. Instead she began to shiver violently. She was bleeding, but it was only woman's blood. The moon is still a crescent, though. How can that be? She tried to remember the last time she had bled. The last full moon? The one before? The one before that? No, it cannot have been so long as that. . . As she splashed her face, she saw fresh blood on her thighs. The ragged hem of her undertunic was stained with it. The sight of so much red frightened her. Moon blood, it's only my moon blood, but she did not remember ever having such a heavy flow." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

When Daenerys has the miscarriage, she thinks it's her menstrual cycle. But the blood is too heavy, and occurs after she has eaten green berries and drank polluted water upon the Dothraki Sea- which could have resulted in her losing the pregnancy. This is a subtle hint that Daenerys can get pregnant, and likely will get pregnant again with Jon's child in the future, and will carry it to full term.

There are also hints within the books of Viserion exhibiting nesting like behavior, which can also result in bringing more dragon eggs into the world, that would eventually hatch and bring a new age of dragons:

"Viserion had shattered one chain and melted the others. He clung to the roof of the pit like some huge white bat, his claws dug deep into the burnt and crumbling bricks." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys VIII

"For a moment he saw only the blackened arches of the bricks above, scorched by dragonflame. A trickle of ash caught his eye, betraying movement. Something pale, half-hidden, stirring. He's made himself a cave, the prince realized. A burrow in the brick. The foundations of the Great Pyramid of Meereen were massive and thick to support the weight of the huge structure overhead; even the interior walls were three times thicker than any castle's curtain walls. But Viserion had dug himself a hole in them with flame and claw, a hole big enough to sleep in." -A Dance with Dragons - The Dragontamer

Dragons are mentioned within the book to be genderless, truly, and they can switch their gender at will. Which means that any one of Daenerys' dragons could lay eggs and bring more dragons into the world, but Viserion might be the one to do so first.

"No one ever looked for a girl," he said. "It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought . . . the smoke was from the fire that devoured Summerhall on the day of his birth, the salt from the tears shed for those who died. He shared my belief when he was young, but later he became persuaded that it was his own son who fulfilled the prophecy, for a comet had been seen above King's Landing on the night Aegon was conceived, and Rhaegar was certain the bleeding star had to be a comet. What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it." Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. "I must go to her. I must. Would that I was even ten years younger." -A Feast for Crows - Samwell IV

As for Jon and Daenerys not winding up on the throne, that is mere speculation. But Jon and Daenerys both long for home, and even though their arcs are centered around ruling, leading, politics, etc. they necessarily don't want the burden of ruling as well. Both are thrust into their positions of power and are doing the best they can with being so young and having to deal with all of this going on. Which means that in the end they could very well turn away from ruling to lead their own lives of peace within a home they find for themselves with their future potential children.

"If I were not the blood of the dragon, she thought wistfully, this could be my home. She was khaleesi, she had a strong man and a swift horse, handmaids to serve her, warriors to keep her safe, an honored place in the dosh khaleen awaiting her when she grew old … and in her womb grew a son who would one day bestride the world. That should be enough for any woman … but not for the dragon. With Viserys gone, Daenerys was the last, the very last. She was the seed of kings and conquerors, and so too the child inside her. She must not forget." -A Game of Thrones - Daenerys VI

"Meereen was not her home, and never would be. It was a city of strange men with strange gods and stranger hair, of slavers wrapped in fringed tokars, where grace was earned through whoring, butchery was art, and dog was a delicacy. Meereen would always be the Harpy's city, and Daenerys could not be a harpy." -A Dance with Dragons - Daenerys X

"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known." -A Game of Thrones - Daenerys I

"Of the ride back, Jon Snow remembered little. It seemed shorter than the journey south, perhaps because his mind was elsewhere. Pyp set the pace, galloping, walking, trotting, and then breaking into another gallop. Mole's Town came and went, the red lantern over the brothel long extinguished. They made good time. Dawn was still an hour off when Jon glimpsed the towers of Castle Black ahead of them, dark against the pale immensity of the Wall. It did not seem like home this time." -A Game of Thrones - Jon IX

"Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but above him the clouds were breaking up. Jon searched the sky until he found the Ice Dragon, then turned the mare north for the Wall and Castle Black. The throb of pain in his thigh muscle made him wince as he put his heels into the old man's horse. I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow?" -A Storm of Swords - Jon V

"When the dreams took him, he found himself back home once more, splashing in the hot pools beneath a huge white weirwood that had his father's face. Ygritte was with him, laughing at him, shedding her skins till she was naked as her name day, trying to kiss him, but he couldn't, not with his father watching. He was the blood of Winterfell, a man of the Night's Watch. I will not father a bastard, he told her. I will not. I will not. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she whispered, her skin dissolving in the hot water, the flesh beneath sloughing off her bones until only skull and skeleton remained, and the pool bubbled thick and red." -A Storm of Swords - Jon VI

There is also the fact that apparently GRRM told D&D that Bran would become King. Now, I don't exactly believe that myself as stated in another post made by me here. And there is also the fact that GRRM could change Bran's ending/role, or make him King of something else (such as King of the North). But if Bran DOES become King of the 7k as stated by D&D for GRRM's planned ending, Jon and Daenerys bringing a Targ restoration together within their own form of home away from ruling is another ending I can imagine for them. We have the groundwork and subtle cues/hints/foreshadowing for such a thing to happen. Of course, I do want Jon and Daenerys to wind up ruling together as equals over the 7k with a family of their own and their dragons, but in the end- I'll accept any ending just as long as my babies wind up together and happy. Thanks for the ask! :)

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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could you maybe do some yandere alpha daenerys x brat omega reader please with some NSFW please as i see you havent writen for her yet.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 : 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 (𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔶)

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔫𝔣𝔰𝔴, 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 ) 𝖕.𝖘 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔰k 𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 against the back of your thigh and glared at the man opposite her. You had been in her care since she was married to the Khal and she did not intend to give you up. You sighed loudly beside her and fidgeted irritably. She grit her teeth and squeezed your thigh. "With all respect," She began, voice clear and commanding. "I already have a betrothed." The man scoffed and Tyrion nudged her. "You will have to marry someday," He hisses. "And to pass your children a throne you need to have one. This is a family that can offer you ships and legions worth of weaponry." Daenerys glared down at him. "And just as I told him, I am to marry someone far superior." Tyrion tried not to let his aggression get the better of him. "Who?" He demanded. She pushed you toward him and raised her brows. His own furrowed. "A wo-?" "An omega." She spat to which his face raised in surprise and horror intermingled. "But one has not been seen–" "Until now as was prophesied. I am the prince that was promised I assure you that she belongs to me." Her tone had turned dark and shot tendrils of madness from her lips. He backed down and gave a grave glance to his fellow lords. Jon shared a nervous glance with his sisters before looking back down. Daenerys' alpha stature held strong over their heads as she reminded them. Her face turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your distasteful expression. Your lips pouted and curled while you slouched improperly in your dutiful seat beside her though she stood.

"Cersei has–" Daenerys' gaze cut back onto him. "I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and I will not have myself sold for alliances so easily made. I have garnered my soldiers with respect and strength. I will not sacrifice myself to such slander." Without any other backlash she dismissed them and turned her harsh eyes onto her beloved. "What were you thinking?" She asked calmly, annoyance seeping through only lightly. You were always so good for her, why were you acting out? She ran her fingers over your arm as she lowered into a seat and tugged you onto her lap despite the resistance. You huffed. Daenerys' eyes flashed to look at you carefully. She wrapped a tight enclosed fist around your hair, triggering a low whine. "Answer me." She demanded, rocking your head gently back and forth. "What," Her breath fanned over you. "were you thinking about?" "You." You finally answered in shaky breaths, a moan dropping from your lips when she leant closer. She began to smirk in pride. "What about me?" She mocked, voice raising to a teasingly high pitch. Her fingers dipped under your dress, dragging another moan from you. "Always my perfect girl, huh? What happened to my good omega, still made for me?" Her index rolled slow circles over your clit–too slow. She halted abruptly when your voice was starting to sound helpless. "Answer your Queen." She commanded harshly, delivering a resounding slap to your cunt. An excited whimper came from you as you closed your eyes. "Was thinking about you taking me like you told me," You're cut off by your own whines as she begins to roll your clit between her fingers. "Good girl...go on." She utters in quiet praise. "Keep telling me what'll happen but never do." Your groan is emitted as she stops once more and raises the same hand to slap against your face. "Look at me." She demands, regal presence permeating. You shake your head only for her to slap you again, careful not to hit too hard. When you obey, she clasps your jaw and stares into your eyes. "You want to be my whore do you? My silly little whore. I am here offering marriage, wealth, titles and all your stupid little brat brain can comprehend is the fucking I'm going to give you. You just want to carry my heirs don't you?" She scoffs meanly and ignores your cry for attention. Her grip on your hair strengthens. She bobs your head back and forth through the air.

"Please." You moan. Her fingers dance along your lower stomach. "Only obedient girls get rewarded. The longer this war goes on, the longer you wait so be good and stop pushing me." To emphasise her point she delivers a blow to your hip and pushes you abruptly to kneel before her. She moans once your face is pressed snug against her heat. "Tongue." Daenerys ruts across your face, holding in the gasp when your nose makes contact with her clit. Your tongue is desperate as it flicks into her cunt. She throbs against you Daenerys refuses to relinquish her hold entangled in your hair even when yelp at a pull too hard, she only berates you. "Don't even know what you want do you?" She mocks, pushing your face even closer. Her hand reluctantly lets go as she wraps her thighs around your head and pushes against you. "Acting like a whore rather than my wife." She tuts, a low growl of pleasure escaping narrowly. Your tongue roams her and you're suddenly brought back to the evening before, how her hand played and teased you under the table until you were whining and begging her for more but as always, she didn't take kindly to insolence. The loud slaps that struck your behind as she drove your face into the pillows. Vibrations shot through Daenerys' clit as a moan escaped from you unwillingly at the memory. She pulls you from her once she's found satisfied and snickers at your dilated wanton gaze. She wipes a gentle thumb against your wet lips.

"Have you learned your lesson, wife?" She says it with a strong domineer. Your Queen holds your chin in her hand and stares through you as though anticipating your next words. A sense of desire rolls through you in a never-ending loop. The memory of the night before rears its magnificent head. It urges your next words.

"Make me, your grace." The mocking tilts a smirk to her mouth.

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hansensunshine · 1 year

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do you write for daenerys

if you do could you write daenerys overstimulating reader who is jon snows little sister.

Thank you

i will try my best to write dany! i’ve been quite busy today, but i do hope you liked how it turned out 🤍

— 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐘, 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄. [18+]

pairings: daenerys targaryen x snow! reader

synopsis: you have been at daenerys’ side since your brother; jon snow introduced you to her, she’s taken quite a liking to you

tw: overstimulation, heavy smut

summary: daenerys decided she wanted to have a little fun with you.

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“y/n? are you here, little dove?” you turned to daenerys, being in her bedroom since she demanded you be there earlier, she said she had a surprise for you. you didn’t know what that surprise was to be, but by seeing daenerys leave with a small smirk this morrow, you could only hope it would be a good one.

she immediately went over to you and put her arms around you, with you doing the same. you loved it when she touched you in anyway, she made you feel safe in this god awful world. she placed a kiss onto your head before you went to look up at her with a smile and rolled your eyes playfully at her. she couldn’t help but smile even brighter than yourself, you were the only one who made her soft, even your brother couldn’t do that. “did you just roll your eyes at me?”

she swiftly took your hand in hers before she started moving towards her bed, you comfortably followed her before she stopped. you took a glance at her before you realise she gently pushed you onto the bed. you couldn’t help but giggle and make yourself comfortable, in a few moments daenerys got on top of you, with you still smiling at her. she kissed you lips gently before slowly removing your clothing. “i want you to be a good girl for me, alright?” you nodded. “i want to hear you say it.” daenerys put another kiss onto your lips before continuing to remove your clothes. “i promise to be a good girl for you, now and always.” daenerys let a small chuckle leave her lips “i sure hope so.”

soon enough, you were completely naked with daenerys getting herself undressed quickly. you already wanted her to touch you, just by the thought you were already getting wet. you unintentionally closed your legs together before daenerys pried them apart. “nu uh, keep them spread for me.” you bit your lower lip before wrapping your arms around her neck. she moved her hand in front of her face before spitting on two of her fingers before unexpectedly putting them into you. you let out a moan and looked at her whilst she was looking back at you with a smile. “i’m not going to be gentle this time, my love. but i know you’ll thank me later for it.” she went in deeper with her two fingers and fastens the pace, even after just starting to touch you a few seconds ago, you couldn’t help but continue your moaning as she felt so good, the way she’d curl her fingers the right way and how she was so rough, nothing that you were used to, but you truly did love it.

you couldn’t help but already feeling yourself getting close, she was so good for you, too good. “dany.. ‘m close..” you arched your back a little, feeling her go even faster, if that was even possible. she kissed down your body before she started to finger herself with her free hand, going the same pace as you. she started moaning herself, you couldn’t help but getting turned on more by it. “don’t come yet, baby. wait for me.” she started to continue kiss you down your body before going back to your lips, both of you slowing loosing your breath. “cmon baby, now.” she let out whines as she began getting close, feeling yourself get weak as you came for her, she couldn’t help it but do the same, looking at your precious body beneath her. she started chuckling again before placing a kiss on your cheek. you thought it was over, but you were wrong. daenerys had more in store for you. she wanted to overstimulate you.

you whined a little, realising she put her fingers back into you. “dany.. can’t do more than one, can’t!” you closed your eyes, letting sweet moans leave your mouth. she cooed you and placed gave you a kiss for reassurance. “i know, baby. but please do this for me.” you reluctantly nodded, wanted to make her happy, you loved making her happy. you felt yourself getting numb down there but you couldn’t help but you grind against her fingers, begging for a release. daenerys started going into you deeper and started to leave love bites on your neck, turning into hickies. your whines softened, letting yourself submit to her. “don’t be shy, little dove. come for me.” you listened to her, and immediately did. she felt too good when she’d finger you. your body collapsed as you started to relax and bury your face into one of her pillows, you smiled a little as daenerys laid next to you, softly caressing your hair before leaving a kiss onto your forehead. “jon has nothing on you. i’m so glad we’ve met.”

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year

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You Would Think - Tormund Gaintsbane

Tormund x Fem!reader Lannister

Warnings: GOT

Word count: 677

Summary: With Tyrion and Jaime now both in Winterfell before the big battle, Jaime has deserved how grown up their little sister has become.

Authors Note: “Game Of Thrones” is a warning all in its self. Reader and Tormund don’t talk in this one. It’s more characters watching them interact. I will have imagines where they talk!

P.S - I plan on making maybe a short series like this imagine and others like this one. I like the over all story idea.

Also ~ So this is not the first story I wrote for Game Of Thrones but it is the first one I completely finished and typed.

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“I am pleased that Daenerys and Sansa let you stay.” Tyrion smiled at his brother as the older Lannister male came to stand next to him on the balcony over looking the entrance to Winterfell.

“So am I.” Jaime gave a nod of agreement. Glancing around Jaime couldn’t find one person he had yet to see. “Where’s our little sister?”

Tyrion smiled, knowing that he would ask that sooner rather than later. Jaime and Y/n had a really close relationship till Cersei felt threatened and Y/n had to flee for her life. “This way.”

Tyrion lead the knight over to a different over looking balcony, looking over a different part of Winterfell. Upon looking down both Lannisters immdedtly took notice of their sister. Although Jaime noticed how close she seemed to be standing, and touching a giant red haired man.

“Who’s that?” Jaime asked his little brother.

“That dear brother is Tormund Gaintsbane.” Tyrion answered him. Upon hearing the name and Tyrion suspected seeing the clothes he put it together.

“A wildling.” Jaime stated, squaring his shoulders. They had all grown up with the stories of Wildlings. They aren’t good or nice stories.

“They prefer Free Folk.” Tyrion corrected with a tilt of his head.

Jaime gave a faint sound of acknowledgement before pointing down to their sister and the ‘Free Folk’ before asking. “Are they-”

“Together? Yes, our little sister is growing up.” Tyrion was as shocked as jaime is when he first found out about Y/n’s relationship. And with who, was a bigger shock. His mind had to work overtime to catch up with Y/n’s adventures and changes when they were reunited.

“Seem’s she already has.” Jaime spoke after taking a deep breath. She was so young when she left and they were so close. Now it was like he didn’t know her at all and that killed him on the inside.

“And she found love in the process.” Tyrion found that detail to be a comforting factor, but he could tell the protective older brother was coming out of Jaime. “Don’t worry. He’d die for her.”

“How could you know that?” Jaime furrowed his brow confused at how his brother could possibly know that.

“He’s said as much. The Free Folk don’t hold back. They speak what they feel and think. And he’s said as much, and he’s made his intentions with our sister very clear.” Tyrion squinted his eyes at the memories of hearing Tormund's thoughts of their sister. Things he never wanted to know, but it was nice to know he never planned on letting harm come to her.

Before Jaime could press for details that he probably would regret asking for, down below one of the banner men decided to grab at Y/n’s butt and said some pretty provocative words towards her.

Ser Davos had walked over to Tyrion as they all caught the scene. “Oh he should not have done that.”

“What?” Jaime glanced towards Ser Davos at his comment before returning his gaze onto his sister.

Jon Snow had come over along with Ser davos and who better to explain to the Kingslayer than Tormunds good friend. “That Bannerman shouldn’t have done that to your sister. I’ve known Tormund for awhile now and Y/n. No one disrespects her, and if you do your asking for a death sentance. Espeacilly if you do it infront of Tormund.”

With that said the 4 men watch as Tormund looked to Y/n and with a nod from her Tormund knocked the man on his ass. It was obvious that he looked to Y/n for permission and to see id she wanted to do it herself.

Jaime admired that Tormund let Y/n decide. He respects her.

“You would think they’d learn by now.” Tyrion shook his head of the stupidity that men posses.

“Hmm. Either she’ll get you or he will.” Ser Davos hummed in agreement with the imp. You would think after seeing what the couple could do, they would think before they acted.

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enam3l · 1 year

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rockstar eddie munson does halloween

I hit 100 followers which to me is crazy so to celebrate here is a special rockstar eddie halloween head-canons! thank you so much and i hope you have the best halloween

you can read all rockstar eddie munson stories and lore including Halloween pt 2 at #enamels rockstar eddie

Every year without fail, a Halloween party is held at Steve's house. It started in 87 and has been going strong ever since

You knew you were truly in love with Eddie once you spent your first Halloween together and saw how excited he was for it, how his eyes were lit up from at least 2 weeks before the 31st. You knew his friends and he was desperate to bring you to their big Halloween bash

The gang knew you and Eddie were endgame when he said he was bringing you to the Halloween party

Eddie was pretty sure he was in love with you but he knew you were his soulmate when you walked on him making extravagant decorations for the party and left just to come back with more supplies. You both spent the next 48 hours covered in PVA glue, glitter and fake spiderwebs

Eddie is pretty sure his heart stopped beating when you nervously asked him if you wanted to do a couples costume and suggested Aragorn and Arwen

You arrived together at Steve's the day before the party to set up the decorations you'd both crafted. Because he lived on his own and just in an apartment, Eddie never bothered to decorate his own place. Before he can stop himself as you're hanging a skeleton from the ceiling he blurts out 'I can't wait until we have our own home to decorate'

As Eddie panics and tries to work out how he can undo what he said, you look to him with a big grin and say 'We'll have one to decorate by next year.' The second you were home from Steve's you went looking for apartments, giddy you'd both finally admitted you wanted to live together

After getting married the pair of you decided it was time to move on from the apartment you got together and get a house in the hopes of starting a family. Eddie had of coursed argued getting a house meant you'd now have an attic to cram even more spooky paper mache creations

The perks of a house meant you could now decorate the outside and one of Eddie's proudest achievements was realising people were travelling just to see your home at Halloween. He'd sit by the front window, ecstatic as he watched people approach the house and seeing their reactions. He loved how children would look as if they'd stepped into a portal to another world. You loved seeing people appreciate how creative your husband was and how he was bringing years of his DnD universes to life

As the group got older and began to have children, Steve's parties continued. They now just started earlier for the kids who ran riot around a huge bonfire the men would put together. Once the kids were in bed, you all continued to party like you were teenagers again

And of course yours and Eddie's couples costumes continued even to the present day. Over the years you'd now been Edward Scissorhands and Kim, Gomez and Morticia and Jon Snow and Daenerys

Admittedly there were a few costumes you'd bought that never made it out the bedroom. Jessica Rabbit and Catwoman for example were banned by Eddie as he admitted he couldn't behave in public with you dressed like that

The worst part about Halloween was that Eddie returned to his most feral teenage boy self and attempted to live off a diet of candy. You wish you could say you've never had to replace your kids trick or treating sweets because your husband ate them all... but you had... multiple times

With your first baby you were around 4 months pregnant when Halloween came around. Eddie insisted on painting your small bump that had recently appeared as a pumpkin. And whenever he answered the door to trick or treaters he began to tear up at the children just thinking about how he'd have his own to take out this time next year

That year for Steve's you'd joked you could go as Alien and have a little alien ripping out your tshirt over your bump. Eddie did not find this funny. He refused to speak to you for several hours but continued to talk to the bump and apologise for its mother's behaviour

Before your first child (a little girl) was born, Eddie had already collected a variety of costumes for her. She was only 6 months old for her first Halloween but Eddie took her in her pram with Steve's nuggets so she could still have her first taste of trick or treating. That year the two of you brought back your Aragorn and Arwen costume but now gave your daughter and oversized ring so she could be a very cute Gollum

Once you had your second child you did the Addams Family. You as Morticia, Eddie as Gomez, your daughter as Wednesday and your new daughter as Pugsley. Dustin was a very willing Uncle Fester

Eddie's Halloween antics have become infamous today. Your kids mobbed online for requests of the decorations and yours and Eddie's couples costume each year

Oh, and he's still made you keep the Jessica Rabbit costume just incase

my requests are open as always! let me know what more rockstar eddie stuff you want or just anything else!

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itsgameofthronesimagines · 2 years

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hi!! your blog is so wonderful omg. i was wondering if you could write about fem!reader being jealous of jon’s close relationship with dany and him just reassuring her and all that? thank you <3

(Gif not mine)

Title: Young Hearts & Minds

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Pairing: Jon Snow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: light angst, tooth-rotting fluff, jealousy, sappy romance, childish crush/young love, etc.

Taglist: @gruffle1

Summary: Set during S7 and then onto S8, Y/n is about to be reunited with her first love, only for a dragon queen to appear to be a problem.

Author’s Note: Thank you for the wait, anon. I hope you enjoy!

(I do not consent to my works being reposted/copied)

Littlefinger likes to stick his fingers in every flavor of pie. When he told Sansa that there was a possibility that Jon wishes to marry Daenerys when he left for Dragonstone, Baelish knew that Sansa would eventually tell Lady Y/n.

And why wouldn’t she? Sansa has known Y/n since they were children and have just recently been reunited. Y/n was another ward of House Stark and was raised alongside Ned and Catelyn’s children ever since she was one and ten. Thankfully, she did not have to endure the horrors of the Starks' fates since she was sent back to her own family’s keep to spend time with her parents before winter began. When word spread of Ned Stark’s imprisonment and then further beheading, Y/n’s parents kept her at home, knowing it would be a death sentence for their daughter if she were sent back to Winterfell.

When she heard about Jon Snow reclaiming Winterfell from the Boltons, Y/n had to return to Winterfell years later. She had to see the great walls of the Stark castle for herself, along with the reclaimed owners. When she arrived, she was tearfully greeted by Sansa and reunited with Arya and Bran. When she questioned where Jon was, Y/n was told that he went South to Dragonstone. Sansa told her old friend everything that’s happened since they last parted, right down to the very smallest detail. When she spoke of the Northerners calling Jon their King of the North, Y/n smiled to herself, happy and proud for Ned Stark’s bastard son.

As children, Y/n often found herself in Jon’s company, despite their different stations in life. Sansa didn’t like Jon when they were younger, but Y/n had always been a kind and sweet young lady. She enjoyed Jon’s company and over time, as they got older, they both were beginning to realize that this friendship was turning into an infatuation with each other. Y/n could easily say that Jon Snow was her first love. Yes, she was young and childish, with butterflies in her stomach whenever Jon was around, but she never considered her attraction to him foolish.

When Littlefinger told Sansa that there was a possibility that Jon wishes to marry Daenerys when he left for Dragonstone, Baelish knew that Sansa would eventually tell Lady Y/n. He was no fool, and he saw the way Y/n smiled whenever Jon was mentioned. She even spoke of her excitement to see him again. However, when Y/n was told of the possibility of Jon and Daenerys forming a marriage alliance, her smile fell, and she even asked Sansa if she was certain. After that, Petyr watched as Y/n remained stoic and even ignorant on the topic right until his execution by Arya's hand.

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Jon finally came back home after spending so much time in the South, and with him, he brought armies from all corners of the world. With Daenerys at his side and two dragons flying overhead, Sansa also took into account the armies of Unsullied and Dothraki. Once introductions had been made, she also recognized Varys and Tyrion Lannister at the Targaryen Queen’s side. The Lady of Winterfell had her guests settle in before supper and caught Jon up on everything he missed while he was away. When she recounted all the houses who had come to the North’s aid, she mentioned Y/n’s. Jon visibly stiffened, staring into the fireplace of his half-sister’s room.

“Is she well?”

Sansa was stunned for the moment, before breaking the news to him, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

Jon spun to stare at Sansa, struck dumb as she continued, “She was feeling ill before you arrived so she went to lie down. She’s in her old room now, like she never left.”

He immediately excused himself and left Sansa’s room, only to swiftly walk down the hall to what he remembered used to be Y/n’s. He could walk the way there blindfolded if someone asked him. He knew the route all too well. When he was young, he snuck to Y/n’s chambers as often as he could. Being young and naive, nothing scandalous came of it, but Jon and Y/n knew the fit Lady Catelyn would have if she ever found them innocently holding each other and kissing in bed.

What felt like hours was only minutes before Jon found himself just outside Y/n’s door, out of breath and feeling the sense of déjà vu. He felt as though he was frozen in a lake of icy cold waters again, like when he had fallen beyond the Wall, barely able to move or catch his breath. Fear struck him like a chill down to his bones, staring at the door between him and what he both feared and longed for. Before he could give into cowardice, he raised his fist and knocked.

Shuffling is heard behind the door, until the light pattern of footsteps draws closer and the door itself swings open, revealing the woman inside. Jon’s lungs begin to burn from lack of breath, completely blown away by the face of the young love he had once known. She was radiant, a woman grown with her face as lovely as the Mother, evolved from the goofy smiles and rounded cheeks from his childhood.

Y/n stared back at him with equal shock, breathless, standing still in her chemise and robe, loose hair falling over her shoulder like a waterfall. Neither of them speaks, taking in the other’s appearance like a goblet of wine. Slowly, Y/n rolls her lips and hesitants before breathing out, “Jon?”

A raging fire ignites and burns within him. Jon steps forward with his hands on either side of her face before she could blink. The kiss was fierce and full of unquenchable need, as if ice and fire was fighting for dominance, sizzling when making contact with one another. Y/n leaned into Jon’s kiss and his embrace, guiding him further into her room with her grip around his torso. Jon kicks the door shut with his boot as he breaks away from the kiss, catching his breath, all the while his gaze scans over her face standing so close to his. Their air mixed in the close proximity, unable to move away other than to tilt their heads to get a better look of each other.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” Jon’s rapsy whisper sent chills down her spine, a fleeting smile etched onto her kiss bitten lips.

Y/n’s eyes were wet with unshed tears, lowering her gaze to watch her fingers play with a loose thread on his warm furs, “And I you. I’ve heard stories... but I didn’t wish to believe them.”

“What did you hear?”

“Your death, of course,” her full body shiver does not go unnoticed, Jon’s hands moving down her neck and steadily holding her shoulders, the warmth of his palms bleeding into the fabric of her sleeves, “Then your ressurection... then your war against the Boltons. My father said it was a fool’s errand, that no one could possibly win against them.”

“I wish I could say the stories were false,” Jon kept his voice low and soft, as if the fire lighting the shadows of her room could hear, “Apart from us not winning against the Boltons, that is.”

Y/n tilt her head at him, puzzled, “What do you mean?”

“I did die, Y/n, but I was brought back by Stannis Baratheon’s priestess.”

She searched his eyes, trying to scout out the lie, but she couldn’t find one. Unless he learned how to lie in all these years, Y/n couldn’t help but believe him, despite how impossible his words sounded, “And what of your titles? Are you Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch or are you King in the North?”

“Neither, or both, I suppose. My watch ended when I died... and I now serve a new queen.”

The reminder of Daenerys Targaryen felt like lead dragging her heart down to her stomach. Y/n swallowed down her nerves and tried her best to strengthen her posture, keeping her eyes on the direwolf symbol on his chest, “Then I can imagine you are now free to own lands, take a wife, and father children. You could take your queen’s hand, of course, since you are no longer a bastard.”

Jon, as always, doesn’t quite catch the meaning of her words, nodding solemnly once a thought dawned on him. His once relieved, heartfelt expression drains into his usual brooding self, “Aye. I’m not a bastard. I am so much more than that... I have to tell you something, but you have to swear that you won’t tell a soul. Not even Sansa.”

The weight of his voice worried Y/n, but she otherwise straightened her spine with curiousity, “... What is it?”

“My true parentage came into question recently. Bran sent me a letter along with my friend Sam’s confirmation. They found proof that I am not Ned Stark’s true bastard. I’m his nephew.”

“Nephew?” Y/n rapidly tries recalling history of the Stark family tree in her head, information spouting out of her lips all at once as she tried to make sense of this, “You are too young to be Brandon Stark’s son, and unless he broke his vows, you couldn’t be Benjen’s. And Lyanna-!”

Y/n caught the brief bloom of pain behind Jon’s eyes before it disappeared, then she was able to put the pieces together from there, remembering the last days of Robert’s Rebellion as the history books say. Her eyes soften into pity, feeling the sadness and lost grief radiating off her first love, “Lyanna...”

“Lyanna Stark wasn’t kidnapped. Sam found proof that Rhaegar Targaryen annulled his marriage to Elia Martell and married Lyanna in secret. They had a son... but both of them had died before they could meet him. Lyanna knew that Robert Baratheon would kill her son and so she tasked her brother, Ned Stark, to care for him as his bastard.”

Y/n’s hand trails up to Jon’s face as her bewildered eyes take in this new bit of information. Her fingers lightly trail over scars she didn’t recognize from their shared childhood. Jon closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, catching the rays of her warmth and intently listening to the soft sound of her voice, “Then you are not a bastard... you’re not even a lord,” she was in disbelief, huffing a small gust of air as she took in the details of the man’s face in front of her, “You’re the Heir to the Iron Throne.”

“I don’t want it, Y/n,” Jon’s eyes open and his grip slowly tightened around her frame, afraid she would disappear, “My goal was to only ever protect the North. Daenerys knows this.”

“You told her?”

“I had to. She’s family.”

The words sink in, before Y/n scoffed to herself, hope slowly peeking through, “I thought...”

“You thought what?”

Y/n looked back up at him, suddenly feeling shy and foolish, “Sansa and I heard that you might wed her for the alliance.”

Jon couldn’t help the small, breathy laugh that escaped him, shaking his head, “I do love her, but not like that.”

He inched closer to Y/n until their bodies were touching, taking her breath away as Jon’s hands traveled back up her shoulders to cup her face again, forcing her to look at him directly in the eyes. He looked so vulnerable, his heart practically bleeding out through his eyes and words, “I have only ever loved one woman... and I knew I could never have her as long as I was a bastard and she was a lady. So I left. I joined the Night’s Watch. If I couldn’t have her, then I would never want another woman.”

“Jon...” Touched, Y/n leaned up into his space, closing her eyes as she kissed him once more, softer and slower, her heart beating rapidly in her chest. Their lips part again but neither pull out of the other’s space, noses brushing together as the lady gasped quietly, emotions quivering in her words, “I was afraid I had dreamt it all. When you left, I began to doubt you ever loved me.”

“I’m so sorry,” Jon tilt his head up and kissed her forehead, eyes squeezing shut with guilt and regret, “I knew I couldn’t say goodbye to you. It would be too much.”

She leans into his body more, feeling secured as his arms fully wrap around her. Grateful of this reunion, Y/n didn’t want to ever let go of him again, “So what happens now? Daenerys intends on taking the throne from Cersei. Will you help her?”

“Once we’ve defeated the Night King, yes.”

“And then what?”

“Then Daenerys rules. I have her written promise that the North will remain an independant kingdom, but we both have agreed that should she ever need aid, the North will answer the call.”

“So then you will still be King in the North?”

“If the Northerners allow it. I don’t think I made any of them happy by bringing two dragons, Dothraki hordes, a Targaryen Queen, and a Lannister here.”

Y/n laughs quietly, “They’ll forgive you once we survive the Long Night.”

“And... should we survive,” Y/n leaned her head back to stare into his knowing gaze, his eyebrows raised in silent question, “The King in the North will need a Queen?”

Warmth flooded her face and neck, a wide smile blooming. Y/n, feeling giddy and incredibly happy, felt a tease escaping her mouth as her eyes twinkle in mischief, “Oh? But you’re doing so well on your own!”

Jon smiled boyishly, a little bashful like he was when they were younger. His amused huff brushes her cheek as he leans close to her ear, “Not well enough. I could be so much more with you by my side. I would cherish the title of your husband far more than any title a kingdom could give me. Please, Y/n. I will not lose you again. When this is over... marry me.”

She closed her eyes, relishing in this moment, smiling even as she kissed the corner of his lips, “Of course, Jon... My Jon.”

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A/N: It’s a little short, but I think it was sweet to write. Please support and leave a request in the ask box!

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fir3-and-bl00d · 3 months

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Who Do We Answer To?

He saw the burnt ground around their nest, saw the charred animal bones and the ash that came from burning your food alive.

That wasn’t why his eyes widened.

Have they always done that?

And by that he meant the way Drogon and Rhaegal were coiled together, their tails entwined as they lifted their heads up and smoke poured out from their mouths.

“Drogon.” she called out.

She had Ghost stay back as she reached a hand out.

She screamed when Rhaegal lunged forward and snapped his jaws.

Jon grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her several feet back as the green dragon screeched and shrieked.

Mine to protect, mine to keep safe, he thought as he tightened his grip on her.

Somehow, he knew Rhaegal felt the same way about … about …

About Drogon?

He was still holding her as he said, “What’s wrong with them?”

“I don’t know. They’ve never done this before.” she commented in a voice that revealed she truly had no idea what was going on.

The two of them stood watching as Rhaegal hissed before nuzzling his snout against Drogon.

Then the two dragons coiled more than just their tails together.

He did the same with Daenerys, pressing her close to him and leaning his head against hers.

#jonerys #jon x daenerys #my fic

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aerltarg · 2 months

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thinking again about my sad boys, aegon and rhaegar, the dragonbane and the last dragon, being depressed since childhood, finding solace in their happy ladies, daenaera and lyanna. but while aegon's older siblings died, rhaegar lost his younger ones. but hey, at least aegon got to be close to his dear younger bro viserys! meanwhile, rhaegar just couldn't have a chance to build any proper relationship with his younger bro viserys, with everything between them. also to think that daeron the young dragon was aegon and daenaera's son and jon, rhaegar and lyanna's son, admired him and considered him one of his heroes... oh bless them, i love them so much

[...] As she stood before the king that Maiden’s Day, clad in pale white silk, Myrish lace, and pearls, her long hair shining in the torchlight and her cheeks flush with excitement, Daenaera was but six years old, yet so beautiful she took the breath away. The blood of Old Valyria was strong in her, as is oft seen in the sons and daughters of the seahorse; her hair was silver laced with gold, her eyes as blue as a summer sea, her skin as smooth and pale as winter snow. “She sparkled,” Mushroom says, “and when she smiled, the singers in the galley rejoiced, for they knew that here at last was a maid worthy of a song.” Daenaera’s smile transformed her face, men agreed; it was sweet and bold and mischievious, all at once. Those who saw it could not fail to think, “Here is a bright, sweet, happy little girl, the perfect antidote to the young king’s gloom.” (Fire & Blood)

When Aegon III returned her smile and said, “Thank you for coming, my lady, you look very pretty,” even Lord Unwin Peake surely must have known that the game was lost. (Fire & Blood)

[...] Hope and good feeling reigned over the Red Keep as the new year dawned. Though younger than her predecessor, Queen Daenaera was a happier child, and her sunny nature did much to lighten the king’s gloom…for a while, at the least. Aegon III was seen about the court more often than had been his wont, and even left the castle on three occasions to show his bride such sights as the city offered (though he refused to take her to the Dragonpit, where Lady Rhaena’s young dragon, Morning, made her lair). His Grace seemed to take a new interest in his studies, and Mushroom was oft summoned to entertain the king and queen at supper (“The sound of the queen’s laughter was like music to this fool, so sweet that even the king was known to smile”). (Fire & Blood)

[...] “But I am not certain it was in Rhaegar to be happy.” “You make him sound so sour,” Dany protested. “Not sour, no, but… there was a melancholy to Prince Rhaegar, a sense…” The old man hesitated again. “Say it,” she urged. “A sense…?” “…of doom. He was born in grief, my queen, and that shadow hung over him all his days.” Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. “It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?” “Yes. And yet Summerhall was the place the prince loved best. He would go there from time to time, with only his harp for company. Even the knights of the Kingsguard did not attend him there. He liked to sleep in the ruined hall, beneath the moon and stars, and whenever he came back he would bring a song. When you heard him play his high harp with the silver strings and sing of twilights and tears and the death of kings, you could not but feel that he was singing of himself and those he loved.” (ASOS, Daenerys IV)

“At the welcoming feast, the prince had taken up his silver-stringed harp and played for them. A song of love and doom, Jon Connington recalled, and every woman in the hall was weeping when he put down the harp.” (ADWD, The Griffin Reborn)

“The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle.” (ASOS, Bran II)

“By night the prince played his silver harp and made her weep. When she had been presented to him, Cersei had almost drowned in the depths of his sad purple eyes.” (AFFC, Cersei V)

“No one knew,” said Meera, “but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face.” (ASOS, Bran II)

“Whoever he was, the old gods gave strength to his arm. [...] the common folk cheered lustily for the Knight of the Laughing Tree, as the new champion soon was called. When his fallen foes sought to ransom horse and armor, the Knight of the Laughing Tree spoke in a booming voice through his helm, saying, 'Teach your squires honor, that shall be ransom enough.'” (ASOS, Bran II)

“He could hear her still at times. Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood and roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength and her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then, how tightly her fingers had clutched his as she gave up her hold on life, the rose petals spilling from her palm, dead and black.” (AGOT, Eddard I)

“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature. (AGOT, Eddard IX)

“It was said that Rhaegar had named that place the tower of joy.” (AGOT, Eddard X)

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Chapter 1 Heir to the iron throne

Chapter 1 of Sandstorm

A/N- First chapter I hope you guys like it!

Warning- Y/N has a son, swearing, death and blood, talks of sexual assault, fluff.

Pairing- Jon Snow x Targaryen!fem-reader

Episode- 7x02 & only the beginning of 7x03

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*21 YEARS AGO*

“Mother, when is father going to return?”

He has been gone for months now, you can’t seem to recall what he told you last, but you know you miss him.

“Soon,” your mother assures you and tucks you in bed. “I swear.”

It was always the same answer. Vague, “he’s fighting a war.”.

“Now, Little Sunspot,” your mother continues softly and sits at the other end of your bed. “It’s your turn to pick a story for tonight, so what will it be?”

Without a moment of hesitation you beam at her and give her your answer. “Tell me the story of Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters.”

“Oh no!” Rhaenys whines from her side of the room. “Not that one again, Visenya, pick a different one!”

You pull your blanket over your mouth and snuggle under your blankets. “That’s mine and fathers favorite,” you mumble and then look at your mother to bat your lashes. “Please mother, tell it!”

Your mother offers you a sweet smile and nods in agreement. “I will, but I must warn you, I am not as good as Rhaegar is at telling it, but I will try my best.”

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Home.

What a fickle thing. Home is as some say where your own family is. But for the 21 years you lived at Sunspear with your family; with your late uncle Oberyn and his daughters you thought of as sisters, and with your late uncle Doran and his son, both of them brothers to your mother, both beloved uncles, it seems you could never find such belonging amongst them.

It would be a lie to say you didn’t feel peace and happiness at Sunspear. Because you did. Yet it’s that sense of belonging that you’ve always craved and missed.

It’s a belonging you hope you’ll find here in Dragonstone, your family’s ancestral home, amongst the only living relative you still have from the House of the Dragon, from your fathers side of the family. Amongst your aunt Daenerys Targaryen.

Your great reunion has been a long time coming, years perhaps, but time only seemed fitting now. Especially since it’s not until recently that she herself has arrived back home, at Dragonstone.

A place you were born at and left a long time ago, a place you did not recall in any of your memories.

Coming upon it in the clouds seems so surreal, like a dream maybe, a faded one. It was a lot grayer than you imagined, colder; but that’s maybe due to the fact that you’re several hundred feet in the sky—The ocean's waters are darker as well; a lot more than the ones at Sunspear. It was strange, truly.

Dragonstone seems a lot smaller too—or seemed a lot smaller, but as you began to descend from the sky the castle became larger. Not only that but now that the clouds didn’t hide you anymore something else came to view, three dragons. They all looked dark and small, but the more you began to descend the larger they got, the more you can see their colored scales.

There was a green one like the green fields of grass, but it seems it’s also mixed with bronze. There was a cream and gold one, smaller than the other two. And the third one was larger, a beautiful black dragon with red mixed within it as well. And without fault all three of them screech, sing their song as they catch sight of Eraxis, your beautiful white She-dragon descend to the sand in front of the castle gates.

All three of them circle Eraxis as she lands. And Eraxis just watches them before she sings, a loud echoing and sharp song.

Once you climb down her and hit the sand, you can’t help but smile at her and caress her neck. “It is alright girl. It’s okay, they're family.”

Eraxis turns her head and tilts it before she looks back up to the sky as the dragons keep circling her.

You look up and smile at the three dragons before you drop your eyes to the sand beneath your shoes, and slowly crouch down to scoop up some of the cold sand in your hand and watch each grain drop out between the gaps between your fingers. You proceed to dust off the sand and rise up again until you hear a soft thump on the sand behind you.

“Welcome home,” you break your silence and begin to grin a soft smile. “Rhaenar.” You look back and meet the pair of dark brown eyes of your son.

Said boy lets out a small breath and looks up the castle gates to slowly examine it and watch the guards that stood in front of them. “It’s cold,” he mutters and buttons the top button of his shirt as if that would make any difference

You sigh softly and nod. “Quite is. Come on, let's get inside then.”

Rhaenar drags his hand along Eraxis as he follows you to the gate, but hesitates to depart from her as you reach the guards.

“I’ve come to see the Queen,” you tell them.

The guards eyes shift over your shoulder and land on the white dragon who watches them intently.

“Don’t worry,” you assure him. “She won’t do any harm.”

The guard's eyes shift back to you before he shifts to push the doors open, finally letting you see the long and grand stairway that leads up to the castle.

“Come Rhaenar,” you tell the boy who you know has probably only moved an inch from the dragon.

“And if she does not like us?” He asks in a timid voice that let his Dornish accent come out even after he tries to hide it.

You sigh and turn to reach him. “You do not have to worry about that my Sunspot,” you assure him. “Okay? She is family, your grandfather's sister, it will take some time to get used to one another but I am sure she will love you.”

Rhaenar lowers his gaze and nods, letting you smile as you cup his cheek. “And do not hide your accent, what would your uncle say?”

“Targaryens do not talk like me, mother,” he mutters and fists his hands.

You scoff. “Who said that?”

Rhaenar goes quiet, so you grab his face with both hands and press him. “Rhaenar, tell me.”

“Myself, books I have read about our family,” he whispers.

You sigh. “Oh my sweet boy, we talk how we damn want to, no one can tell us otherwise. Not books of old dead ancestors. Be proud you are part Dornish. That only makes you more fierce than any other Targaryen.” You smirk and brush the strands of hair out of his face. “Come. Let’s go.”

You turn back to face the gate and offer him your hand, but he just scoffs and shakes his head.

Now without any more delay and falters, both Rhaenar and you walk up the long stairway, catching Eraxis now flying overhead, keeping her distance from the other dragons flying in the sky. You can see the grand castle getting closer and closer.

Yet, before you can reach the castle gates, an army of unsullied, and tall, dark and muscular men in fur garments walk out and meet you halfway.

“Halt there,” a slender and tall man orders, causing you to do as he said.

“I have come to see the Queen,” you inform him. “I am…family.”

“Doubtful,” you hear a familiar voice interject between the crowd of men. “Who are you…” the moment the men part to the side to let him meet you halfway, the tiny man trails off and looks at you in shock and yet a puzzled look.

You scoff in amusement and smile mischievously as you instantly come to recognize the short man. “I am sorry, Lord Tyrion, it seems the last time we met, my hair was a different color.”

The small man hums and loses the confusion and now looks more serious. “Y/N Sand. Prince Oberyn’s daughter. I thought Dorne was not meant to get here yet.”

You shake your head. “No, but they are on the way, I,” you glance up at Eraxis and smile, “flew here.” You glance down at him. “And my name is not Sand. I am Princess Y/N Targaryen Martell,” you reveal yourself. “If you want to get technical, my true name my father gave me is Visenya, but well…I’ve grown accustomed to my new name.” You sigh. “I am the niece of your Queen. I have come to meet her, to join her.”

Lord Tyrion studies you for a brief moment with doubt lingering in his stare, making you smirk.

“Do you wish for me to prove myself to you, my Lord? Wash my hair? Bleed my veins, or tell my dragon a command?” You retort.

Lord Tyrion sighs and shakes his head. “No. Please none of that. I was just trying to progress the fact that a supposed dead princess is standing right in front of me.” He counters.

You swallow thickly. “I was never presumed dead, was I?” You ask rhetorically. “Nevertheless, I have no reason to lie, nor am I, Eraxis can prove that.”

Tyrion looks up at the white dragon and watches her as she keeps circling the area.

“Well,” Lord Tyrion says and meets your gaze. “Greetings Princess. It is very nice to finally meet you.” He offers you a faint smile. “Now please if you don’t mind please hand your weapons over.”

Usually parting from your weapon is a condition you don’t like to follow, but in this case it’s only fair, besides these large handsome men didn’t seem like they were going to let you pass if you didn’t follow orders.

“Rhaenar,” you say and hold a tall man’s dark gaze as he watches you unsheath your weapons. “Hand over your weapons.”

Without arguing, your son does as he’s told and hands his sword and daggers to the men, leaving you to bend down to unsheath the daggers you have hidden under your dress.

“Dothraki, I assume,” you comment as you keep holding the man’s gaze with a sly smirk.

“Yes,” Lord Tyrion confirms. “The Queens warriors.”

You stand up to your given height and catch the tall, dark man smirking at you as he takes your weapons. You then smirk back at him.

“Follow me,” Lord Tyrion breaks the tension and pulls your gaze back to him. “The Queen is already waiting.”

When you walk inside, the soldiers that had come out to greet you continue to follow you inside. They surround Rhaenar and you, and don't let you take in your surroundings very well.

“I do pardon for such a cold greeting,” Lord Tyrion interjects. “We just don’t know the true intentions of you or your…dragon.”

You scoff. “Do not worry, Lord Tyrion, I understand.”

“Tyrion,” he corrects you. “I am not the Lord of anything now.”

“My apologies.”

“It’s alright,” he assures you and brings his army of men and you to a halt in front of big black doors that lead to only one obvious room, the Throne Room.

Now it’s closer than ever. The moment you have dreamed of since you found out about her being alive. Beside your son Rhaenar, she was the last piece of family you have remaining from your Targaryen bloodline.

Her….

Let’s just say that happiness isn’t the most powerful feeling you feel now. Rhaenar senses that it seems, your nerves, and reaches for your hand to give it a gentle squeeze.

You look down at him and offer him a soft smile before you secure your hold around his hand.

Before the doors can be opened, Tyrion asks for your name and titles. It’s only after you give it to him that the guards begin to push the doors open, letting the gray dimly lit throne come to view.

As you proceed to walk inside, you see her. She’s sitting so poise on that stone throne at the end of the room. You see the color of her silver-white hair that matches yours. You see her fancy black garments and her red cloak elegantly hanging off her chair. You see her pale face, her blue eyes. You see her, your aunt, the Queen. She’s there, she’s real.

“Princess Y/N Targaryen, Princess of Dorne, and Daughter of late Prince Rhaegar Targaryen,” Tyrion announces as you keep slowly walking inside.

Now you notice a bald man, a man you know as Lord Varys. You catch his gaze narrow, and see him take a slow step forward as if fascinated by your presence. You then don’t fail to notice the Queen's face twist to something you can read as disbelief and…anger.

“Prince Rhaenar Targaryen, son of the princess.”

You come to a stop before you can reach the unsullied guards standing in front of the steps that lead to the throne, and let go of Rhaenar’s hand to curtsey; while he bows to the Queen.

“My Queen,” you say and return your gaze back on her as you stand up straight. “It is an honor finally getting to meet you.”

“You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen. Rightful heir to the Iron Throne, Rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, The Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains.” A woman with brown skin, and dark curly hair announces the mouthful of titles that must be a pain in the ass to see each time.

Nevertheless, Queen Daenerys holds your gaze and retorts. “I am sorry I am not rejoiced by your presence. Until now I had no idea you were alive.” She slightly raises her eyebrows as she seems to pierce her glare in you.

You scoff in amusement. “That’s good, it means my uncles did a good job in hiding me from the world that wanted me dead,” you rebuttal confidently and pass a discreet glance at Tyrion. “But I do swear to you on my fathers memory that I am who I say I am. I mean…if I wasn’t would I have come flying on a dragon?” You smirk. Yet no one else finds it so amusing.

“You have no reason to believe me,” you continue. “But I do know people who know of me.” You glance over at Lord Varys standing a bit a ways from the Queen, and make her gaze drift to the man.

“Lord Varys, can you attest to her word? Can you prove that who stands before me really is a niece I have thought long dead?” She asks and looks at you.

The Lord slowly steps forward and stops at the top step to study you from closer.

“Yes, I can,” Tyrion speaks up and walks to the top step. “I can attest to her word. I have met her before. However, back then she went by another name.”

You scoff and nod. “Yes. Back then I went by Sand. I was just another bastard daughter to my uncle Oberyn Martell, but it was for my own safety. After all, it is his family who wanted me dead.”

Tyrion nods and accepts your accusation. “Yes. It was my family.”

You clench your jaw and let out a deep sigh.

“Her uncle died for me,” Tyrion continues. “He was a good man. That is why I trust her word.”

The Queen slowly stands up from the chair and begins to head your way, yet she stops at Tyrion’s side. “If it is you. If you do have a dragon, where have you been this entire time?” She asks you.

You clasp your hands in front of you and part your lips to speak, but then Lord Varys speaks up before you could. “She was hiding, by her uncle's demand. Sworn to keep her identity a secret until the right time came. As was I.”

The Queen shifts her head to the side to look at her Lord.

“She is who she says she is. She is Princess Visenya Targaryen, daughter of your brother Rhaegar Targaryen. She is blood of your blood, My Queen.”

You shake your head and correct them. “No. It’s Y/N. Not Visenya. Not anymore.”

The Queen begins to glare at the man for a second before she finally returns her gaze to you and begins to step down the steps to meet you halfway.

She then continues to study you, to check out the gold dragon scale corset over your red dress, the golden rings on your fingers, the golden snake around your bicep. She looks at your silver-white hair probably trying to see if your hair color was actually real and not fake, or if you were actually real or not. Her eyes then shift to Rhaenar for a brief second before returning to look at you again.

You don’t do anything, you let her take her time, and take this time to study her too; to realize how beautiful she is, how tiny she is as well now that she’s not sat on the throne.

“Who might you be?” The Queen breaks her silence and looks back at Rhaenar.

Said boy bows and then tries his best to once again hide his Dornish accent. “I am Prince—”

You clear your throat to correct him, making the Queen glance at you in confusion before returning to look at your boy.

“I am Prince Rhaenar Sand, your Grace,” he shares in his normal voice, and this time you glance at him slightly concerned since he refers to himself as Sand.

The Queen scoffs softly and her lips are just faintly showing a smile. “Sand?” She questions.

Rhaenar nods. “I am a bastard,” he tells her, making you sigh.

“And like I have told him before,” you interject. “That does not matter. That does not change who you are descended from.”

Daenerys nods. “Your mother is correct,” she agrees in your defense. “You are still the blood of the dragon aren't you? You are a Targaryen first and foremost.”

Rhaenar shrugs. “I suppose.”

The Queen offers a soft laugh before she looks at you. “Let’s take a walk.”

You nod, and without a fault when you walk out, the curly headed woman, the Unsullied, and the Dothraki warriors follow you out and walk behind you like lurking shadows. It’s something you have never grown unaccustomed to after your years of being somewhat free in Dorne.

“What’s your dragon's name?” The Queen asks once you’re out of the castle and walking up a stairwell that leads to some place you can’t see yet.

“Her name is Eraxis,” you share with a faint smile.

Queen Daenerys eyes snap to you, and you catch her surprise at your comment.

“Your dragon is a female?” She questions.

You nod. “Yes. She is. Or at least that’s what I like to say, I don’t think we can really place a gender on a dragon.” You smile.

The Queen nods. “Yes, I suppose we can’t.”

A screech sounds from the sky before Eraxis flies down past you. Both the Queen and you look up to watch her, to admire how her white scales glimmer like diamonds against the sun's rays; to watch as she let her large wings soared, and how her horned tail swung to the side as she flew up.

“She’s…quite big,” the Queen points out with an admiring smile. “How old is she?”

Once Eraxis passes, the Queen's black dragon flies past you to follow Eraxis up in the sky.

“She is fifteen,” You answer softly, and catch her swallow thickly before she brings you to a stop so you can watch the both of your dragons as they begin to twirl up to the sky together, like if they’re dancing. Like if they were familiar with one another already.

“It seems Drogon is quite taken by Eraxis already,” the Queen says. “That should be good.”

You rest your hands on the stone before you and nod. “It is. It means Eraxis won’t be alone anymore.” You look down to look at the Queen. “What are the names of your other dragons?”

The Queen drops her gaze and answers, “the green one is Rhaegal, I named him after your father.”

Your smile falters, and your eyes go soft.

“And the gold and cream one is Viserion, named after my brother, Viserys.”

Ah. Him. The youngest brother. The uncle you only have one memory of, and it’s not a pleasant one.

“If I may ask,” the Queen continues. “How was Eraxis born to you?”

The story is something you hardly know how to explain to make it sound sane. Yet it is one people ask for a lot.

“To be honest,” you laugh softly. “It’s going to sound funny, but…” you avert your gaze and begin messing with your rings. “…a dream…”

You hear the Queen's feet shift against the stone ground at the sound of your comment.

“…it was a dream I scarcely remember anymore. But it was of my dragon being born from fire and blood.” You let out a deep breath and slowly look up to once again meet her gaze. Now you notice her look slightly disbelieved.

“It was fate then,” the Queen interjects softly.

You shrug and smile faintly at your rings. “Perhaps.”

You could tell her what you did to have the egg hatch, every detail. You can tell her that even if you don’t recall every detail of the dream, you still have a fragment of it painted so it could keep your mind from clouding at that time.

Yet you don’t.

At least it doesn’t seem so fit yet. Instead you let the conversation drift, you let her continue to lead you up the steps. And it’s now that you can see you’re being walked to some green cliffs where you spot her two other dragons resting.

“I have heard a lot of great things about you, not only because I have made it my job to keep myself informed, but word travels. I am more than in awe, I am fascinated,” you share sweetly, and make her smile a lot more timidly.

Yet when you reach the cliff her smile begins to falter, a serious and almost threatening look paints on her face as she comes to a stop and faces the ocean.

“If you have been alive this whole time why have you not tried to take what’s yours,” she says seriously. “You have the right claim, you, my brother's last living heir.”

You look away from her and face the ocean as well to watch the horizon as you think of what to say. Something that would sound like you’re not lying. “There’s many reasons, one, I am a woman. My claim is not as strong.”

“But you have a son,” she cuts in.

You nod and peer back at Rhaenar, catching him watching the dragons with awe. “A bastard. In Dorne they might not be shamed, but here they are. They would never accept my son, even if he is my fathers grandson.” You sigh and face her. “There is also time,” you reveal carefully. “My uncle had a plan, we couldn’t just risk ourselves by flying down to Kings Landing and burning everything. We needed a lot of time, ally’s, and resources. I actually was meant to marry your brother, but,” you scoff with a playful smile on your face, and catch her stare. “Before the proposal was officially announced, well, we heard the news he passed.”

The Queen scoffs and smirks. “Maybe it was a good thing,” she interjects, making you slightly furrow your brows in confusion. “I loved my brother, but I don’t think he would’ve made a good husband. Especially not to someone who already had a dragon before him.”

You laugh softly. “Is that so?” You query. “Well I for one was quite excited. More so for the promise of seeing the family I thought I had lost.”

The Queen lowers her gaze before she goes serious again, letting you continue.

“Anyway, before much else could be done my uncle…died, and the dream died with him.” You swallow thickly and let out a deep sigh. “Albeit, I can’t say I ever shared his dream, that's another reason I haven’t tried to claim what’s “mine”. I never had a desire to rule. Not after what happened. That’s why I have not taken the throne, that’s why I am here. Why, I sent Dorne to ally with you.” You meet her gaze and raise your head proudly.

“I don’t want the throne for myself. I want to help you take it,” you share confidently. “I want to take back what is ours with fire and blood, I want Cersei to pay for what her family did to mine. I know,” you sigh. “You have no reason to trust me, but know that I am done hiding and tired of doing nothing. I want my son to be proud of me, I don’t want him to hide anymore either. I just want to help you, at your side, united like family. Just like how Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters did, together.”

Daenerys continues to look at you with a threatening and piercing glare, she lets out a deep breath and looks past her shoulder. And without saying anything both her dragons walk over, causing Rhaenar to step back. When her dragons stand behind her you see the same burning, piercing glare that their mother carries.

“If it’s true, bend the knee,” she orders in a menacing tone. “Swear to me that you nor your son will go against me, that you will fight alongside me and help me win this war to take back what belongs to our family. Swear to me, Y/N Targaryen, and you and your son will have a place in my court. You will keep your title as Princess, your son as Prince. If not….” She pauses and her dragons begin growl. Yet you don’t react out of fear, you hold her gaze and stay calm.

“…I would hate to consider my last living relatives as traitors.” She finishes.

You look back at Rhaenar, and he meets your gaze, and together without hesitation you get down on one knee and look up to meet her gaze. “I swear to you,” you assure her. “I swear I will have no ill intentions. I will not fight against you. I will fight at your side.”

Daenerys begins to smirk and continues to walk over to you to offer you her hand. You’re confused at first, but when you take it she helps you up to your feet and keeps you in front of her for a moment, before she pulls you in for an embrace.

You’re caught off guard for a brief second, but once you feel her grip tighten you return the embrace and clutch onto her with relief, and joy.

Finally after years, here she is. You’re finally together.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

Nights were already hard to sleep. Returning to Dragonstone sounded like it could be a solution to your restless nights, to the nightmares that plague your mind, but the bitter night air made it harder. There was some reassurance in the morning when you woke up and saw that meeting Daenerys wasn’t some fever dream. She was real.

As slow as things are between her and you currently considering you only just met, she was a comfort, that instant familiarity. Plus, you shared the restless night and got to speaking about everything you were missing about her current progress of the war, you spoke of other mindless things until the sun broke the sky. After the sun started to rise from the earth, you shared a mutual craving and spent no time finding your dragons.

“What’s on Eraxis back?” Daenerys points to the saddle on your dragon's back as she lowers her neck down to the ground.

“A saddle,” you say slowly and find it surprising she had to ask. “I can’t ride her bareback, not anymore at least, I have the scars on my thighs to prove that,” you laugh softly and approach Eraxis to grab one of her many horns that align her neck. “It helps me steer her too. And since Rhaenar rides her with me, I had it made so he wouldn’t fall off.”

Daenerys approaches Eraxis and then glances at you. “May I?” She asks and points to your dragon's body.

You nod, and watch Daenerys turn and begin to smile at your dragon as she carefully begins to stroke a part of her neck.

“I find it quite easy to ride Drogon with no saddle,” she shows off, making you scoff in amusement. “Then again it’s not like I have had much of an education besides what feels natural, and the few books I did have.”

You hum and smile at her. “Well don’t worry, I am here now. I can teach you all I’ve learned about our family.”

Daenerys eyes drift to you and her gaze softens as a softer smile appears on her lips.

“Now,” you say playfully and begin to climb onto Eraxis. “Let’s fly, yes?” You smirk down at her, and Daenerys begins to grin before she rushes over to Drogon to climb on him.

Since this won’t be a long flight, you don’t bother restraining yourself on her, you just climb on your saddle and grab your handles before you speak to Eraxis in High Valyrian. “<Fly, girl.>”

Without hesitation Eraxis begins to run off the hill, and Drogon follows, creating thunderous stomps on the green hill until both dragons flap their wings and take flight.

At first Daenerys and you are riding side to side, glancing once at one another with playful looks as both dragons gain more momentum and fly higher. However, it’s once Eraxis reaches the clouds that you turn her to her side, exposing her belly to Drogon, before you then drift to the left to hide within the clouds.

Drogon calls out for Eraxis, most likely to know her whereabouts, but Eraxis stays quiet and flaps her wings, blowing air and clouds behind her before she twirls upward rapidly and shoots out above Drogon. Once again the black dragon calls out, and this time Eraxis responds. You then lift your body off the saddle to peek down, catching Daenerys urge Drogon forward so she could lead, instead of being right under you.

You grin at the action and push the handle forward, causing Eraxis to flap her wings harder and get ahead of Drogon with ease. Daenerys looks up and sees, and then as if they have been mentally communicating, Drogon flies up.

Before they both could lose them, you motion Eraxis to fly up as well. Now both dragons have their bellies exposed to one another as you all fly up.

The dragons screech, and you snicker before you lean forward and exclaim happily, “<Dracarys!>”

Eraxis blows out a cloud of fire, and as Drogon was going to approach it, you make Eraxis drift to the side so you both could then begin diving down.

Daenerys doesn’t notice you flying in front of her anymore until she’s past the fire cloud. And when she sees you and Eraxis diving down, she beams and makes Drogon do the same.

Since gravity is what is pulling you down, Daenerys and Drogon don’t take long to catch up, but Eraxis and you do end up beating her to the surface of the ocean water. Albeit before Eraxis could splash in, she instead flies up and only lets her body barely skim above the water, creating ripples on the surface as she flies past.

Drogon and Daenerys on the other hand drift to the side and he skims the tip of his wing in the water as he flies at his side. When he fixes himself he then flies at your side, letting Daenerys and you turn your heads to smile at one another.

Now as little as you have known one another, there was a sense of a connection no one else can understand. For the first time you both could share the joys of flying with another soul, for the first time it wasn’t just the two of you alone in the skies with your dragons. It was now you and her. Her and you. Together.

However, as you flew, as you got closer to the castle, you could now spot Dorne, Greyjoy, and Tyrell ships sailing to Dragonstone. Daenerys sees them too, but instead of flying above them like you, she flies ahead without you. Yet you don’t stay just above them for long, you instead fly to the first Dorne ship leading the way and stay flying by it.

And since only the people you were truly closest to, and a few trusted guards knew of Eraxis, those who didn’t gawked as they saw you on a dragon, and as they literally saw a dragon. Those who did know about Eraxis however, like Tyene, looked excited and happy to see her again. Your other sisters climbed out to deck to watch Eraxis too, but unlike Tyene, they watched with more calm and collected demeanors.

Once you landed on the sand to wait for them to get to shore, Tyene shares that same excitement for your dragon when she arrives. She didn’t even bother to greet you.

“Eraxis!” She exclaims and rushes past you to reach Eraxis. And since Tyene, Nymaria, Tyrstane, and Obara helped you raise her, Eraxis was comfortable around their presence and didn't fail to let herself get caressed.

“This is where you wanted to come to so badly?” Nymeria asks in a teasing manner as she and Obara approach you after they climb off the boat.

You look back at the castle gates and nod. “This is where I was born…albeit I do prefer Dornes heat, and the Water Gardens.”

“It’s very bland,” Obara doesn't hold back from saying.

You hum as you can’t help but agree since you are used to more color because of where you were raised.

“How is it going?” You hear your late uncle's paramour, Ellaria, ask as she approaches all of you.

You glance at her and swallow thickly before you speak. “Good. I’ve made peace with my aunt, we were just bonding.” You meet her gaze briefly, but can’t stand looking at her for too long because all you see when you look at her is her with a knife in your uncle's stomach; all you can see is his death, you remember him dying in your arms after you were too late to save him.

You remember pain and grief, and feel it all over again. Ellaria is only alive now because of the love your uncle Oberyn had for her, you only tolerate her because she's Tyene’s mother. Otherwise she would no longer be here.

“Rhaenar is inside,” you say and look back at your sisters. “He’s excited to see you all again. It’s as if he hasn’t seen you in months.”

Obara smirks at the mention, and before you could spend more time out in the chilly air they follow you inside.

——

*LATER*

“If you want the Iron Throne, take it,” Yara Greyjoy tells Daenerys, making her turn to face the table you're all gathered around. “We have an army, a fleet, and four dragons now. We should hit Kings Landing now. Hard. With everything we have. The city will fall within a day.”

You scoff to yourself and drop your gaze to the table.

“If we turn the dragons loose, tens of thousands will die in the firestorm,” Tyrion protests.

“It’s called war,” Ellaria interjects. “You don’t have the stomach for it, scurry back into hiding.”

You roll your eyes and proceed to lift your leg over the other.

“I know how you wage war,” Tyrion snaps. “We don’t poison little girls here. Myrcella was innocent.”

“She was a Lannister. There are no innocent Lannister’s,” Ellaria says, and to some degree you can agree with her. But not about what she did, not about Myrcella; like Tyrion said she was innocent, she was also never cruel, not to you, not to Rhaenar. You can understand Tyrion’s anger. Yet you can’t accept their bickering, not if you’re meant to be ally’s now.

“My great regret is that Oberyn died fighting for you,” Ellaria continues to spat, finally causing you to cut in.

“Ellaria, that's enough. Please. Tyrion is the hand of the Queen, you will treat him with respect.” Without bothering to look back you glance over at Tyrion and sigh. “More so because we both know my uncle died fairly. Tyrion is no one to blame for my uncle's carelessness. Besides…” you peer back to side eye her. “You would find it wise to try and forgive him just as I have forgiven you for what you have done.”

There is a bit of silence for a lingering second before Ellaria talks back. “Yes, Princess.”

You hum and let the meeting continue.

“I am not here to be Queen of the ashes,” Daenerys finally inputs.

“That’s very nice to hear,” Lady Olenna of House Tyrell interjects. “Of course, I can’t remember a Queen who was better loved than my granddaughter. The common people loved her. The nobles loved her. And what is left of her now? Ashes. Commoners, nobles, they’re all just children, really. They won’t obey you unless they fear you.”

You glance down, clasp your hands over your knee and let out a small sigh. “May I add something?” You interject and gain everyone’s attention.

“Go on,” Daenerys encourages you.

You sit back and share what comes to mind. “A century back, when our ancestors were fighting amongst each other in the Dance of Dragons…it’s those same commoners that raided the Dragonpit and killed our dragons.” You glance at Daenerys, and then at Lady Olenna. “And I know for damn sure that dragons were feared back then as they are now. Burning Kingslanding down will turn everyone against us. We have to be smarter. We have to make them fear us without killing the people.”

Daenerys nods in comprehension and pulls her gaze away from you to look at Lady Olenna. “I’m grateful to you, Lady Olenna, for your counsel,” Daenerys says. “I’m grateful to all of you. But you have chosen to follow me, I will not attack King's Landing. We,” she makes her word clear. “Will not attack King's Landing.”

You nod in agreement, but Lady Olenna on the other hand doesn’t seem so convinced.

“Then how do you mean to take the Iron Throne?” She questions. “By asking nicely?”

“We will lay siege to the capital surrounding the city on all sides,” Daenerys shares. “Cersei will have the Iron Throne, but no food for her army or the people.”

“But we won’t use Dothraki and Unsullied,” Tyrion adds after your aunt. “Cersei will try to rally the Lord of Westeros by appealing to their loyalty.” He begins to walk around the table as he continues to speak. “Their love for their country. If we besiege the city with foreigners, we prove her point. Our army should be Westerosi.”

“And I suppose we’re providing the Westerosi?” Ellaria questions,

Tyrion nods. “You are,” he agrees. “Lady Greyjoy will escort you home to Sunspear.”

You slowly begin to put your leg back and lean in as your interest is piqued.

“And her Iron Fleet will ferry the Dornish army,” Tyrion continues, “back up to King's Landing. The Dornish will lay siege to the capital alongside the Tyrell army. Two great kingdoms United against Cersei.”

“So,” Lady Olenna quips. “Your master plan is to use our armies. Forgive me for asking, but why did you bother to bring your own?”

Tyrion places down a dragon figurine that represents Daenerys and her people as he begins to explain and walk again. “The Unsullied will have another objective. For decades House Lannister has been the true power in Westeros. And the seat of that power is Casterly Rock. Greyworm—” you have learned that he is one the Queen's most trusted war advisors, and the commander of the Unsullied army, an old friend now to describe it better.

“…will dial for the Rock and take it,” Tyrion continues and knocks down a lion figure to place down the dragon, leaving a silence to linger thereafter as everyone takes in what was explained.

Yet, it’s you who breaks that silence rather quickly to comment on something else. “In regards to the upcoming siege on Kings Landing, I will meet up with them on Eraxis.”

Both Lady Greyjoy, and Ellaria turn their heads to look at you, and agree with their look alone.

Yet...“no, that would not be wise,” Tyrion interjects. “People still believe you’re dead, Princess. We can use that to our advantage.”

You scoff and argue, “what better way to reveal myself than to stand with my people? Cersei’s fleet will be there as well, I will fight with my people.”

Tyrion looks back at Daenerys to share a quick look before they look to Lord Varys, and all come to a speechless agreement.

“Go then,” Daenerys says. “When the day comes you can meet with the army and stand to fight alongside them.”

You offer her a kind smile and nod. “Thank you, my Queen.”

Daenerys offers you a nod herself, and then rather than letting the meeting proceed you share one more question.

“What about the North? Have we heard anything from the King?”

Lord Varys steps forward and responds this time. “No. Not yet.”

You hum and sit back to continue on the matter. “Well, as we well know, the North is made up of proud people. The Starks as well have just taken back their house, what will we do if they want to keep being an independent Kingdom?”

“You have dragons,” Lady Greyjoy interjects.

You scoff. “So did Aegon the Conqueror and his sisters when they wanted Dorne to pledge their allegiance to them. What did we do? We resisted for years.” You remind them.

Daenerys slightly narrows her gaze and questions your comment. “What is it you’re trying to say then?”

You begin to smirk and meet her gaze. “Well if they come on their own accord. Listen to them. I doubt they’ll come just to bend the knee, no, they probably want something. If they resist.” You pause briefly. “Then offer them a marriage proposal. What better way to unite the grand Kingdoms than through marriage of the Queen and King?”

Daenerys quirks her brow in disbelief to your suggestion, and Tyrion speaks for her. “That could work. Winter is among us. They will need food for their people, what better way to sway them than to bargain. It will be hard to decline.

Daenerys swallows thickly and interjects. “I hear you, Princess. I agree, but we will decide what to do when the time comes.”

You hesitate before you nod agreement, causing the silence to return for a moment before Daenerys continues to interject. “Do I have your support?”

Lady Greyjoy steps up first. “You have mine,” she adds.

Without hesitation you follow, “Dorne is with you, Your Grace.”

Lastly Olenna nods agreement, and with that this meeting is settled.

“Thank you all,” Daenerys ends the meeting. “Lady Olenna, may I speak with you alone?”

You get out of your seat and walk out of the room alongside Ellaria since you’re both going to the same place.

And it’s a quiet walk at first, you both wait for everyone else to pass by and get out of earshot first. Even then when you were approaching the hall your family was in, neither of you could right away say what you both had to say.

First actually, when you were reaching your chambers, you spoke to the guard bringing in your things. “How are my paintings? Did they make it alright?”

The Dornish guard nods. “Yes, my Lady.”

“Princess,” Ellaria corrects him. “Y/N is a Princess, you shall address her as such.

The guard looks nervously between her and you and immediately bows his head. “My apologies, my Princess.”

You shake your head. “It is quite alright. Go on please.”

The guard nods. “Neither your, nor the…Prince’s items got damaged.”

You offer him a faint smile. “Thank you,” you say and then continue to the hall.

This time Ellaria finds the courage to speak. “How can you not be angry? How can you even look at him after what he’s done to your family?”

You sigh and begin to mess with the rings on one hand. “You know why, Ellaria. He is not mine to make leave, nor is he at fault for my uncle's death. You have accepted the facts of his death. We were there that day, we saw.” You glance over at her, and she meets your gaze. “In regards to…my mother and siblings, it is other Lannisters I set my anger on. I suggest you do the same if you want to keep having a chair at that council, I can't let your anger get in the way.”

Ellaria lets her gaze linger on you as she scowls for a brief moment before she nods. “I will try,” she says.

You nod and offer her a faint smile. “That's all I ask,” you tell her before you open the hall doors and make yourselves known to your sisters and your son.

“Mother!” Rhaenar greets and breaks away from his fighting stance to run over and greet you.

You grin down at him. “Hello, my Sunspot, what have you been doing?”

He points back to Obara. “Aunt Obara and I were just training.”

You smirk and ruffle his dark curly hair. “Did she kick your ass?” You tease him as you make your way to the wine tray.

Obara begins to snicker. “He held his own for a few minutes. It is a much better improvement.”

You grab a cup and serve yourself some Dornish wine before walking over to sit with your back facing the fire so it’s easier to face your family. Whilst Rhaenar returns to Obara to pick up the stuff they had around them.

“Dorne will be part of the siege on King’s Landing,” you share with your sisters.

Tyene stands from her chair and begins to smirk. “Are we?” She questions. “Does that mean we can finally kill Cersei?”

You snicker. “I wish it were that easy. Albeit if all goes well, we will be one step closer.”

“Will you accompany us?” Nymeria asks.

You nod and take a sip of wine before speaking. “I will. Once you reach King’s Landing I will go on Eraxis and help fight the enemy fleet.”

“We will be done in no time then,” Tyene says cockily.

You smirk and nod in agreement. You then proceed to take a longer sip of wine, and when you set your cup down you share a thought you've had since you knew you were coming here.

“I have a proposal for you, sisters.” You sit up and look between the three of them. “After this siege, I want the three of you to join me in the fights to come. I want you to be by my side.”

“Like what? Your ladies in waiting?” Obara asks teasingly.

You scoff and shake your head. “Not quite. More so my protectors. I may have Eraxis, but one can never be so sure now that I am going to reveal myself to Westeros again. Of course only if you want, I won’t force you.”

All three girls look at one another, and Tyene looks at her mother before the three of them look back at you.

“I will join you,” Tyene says first. “Father would have wanted us to stick together. Besides,” she begins to smirk mischievously. “It seems there’s a lot of Dothraki men here I would like to get to know.”

You smile, and then look at Nymeria as she interjects. “I will also join your side.”

Lastly, Obara walks over to be in your pherial view and says her response. “I will also join you too, sister.”

“Yes!” Rhaenar exclaims as he runs over to be a part of the conversation. “Does it mean we won’t have to be apart?”

You glance at him and assure him. “Yes. Exactly.”

Rhaenar grins with excitement, causing Tyene to ruffle his hair whilst he turns to face Ellaria. “What about you aunt Ellaria?” He asks. “Will you stay with us?”

Ellaria draws in a deep breath and shakes her head. “No, little warrior,” she sighs. “I will have to stay with our armies. But I will come see you frequently.”

Rhaenar gets comforted by her response and then takes a seat amongst you all.

In the meanwhile you lift your cup of wine and offer a toast. “Thank you, sisters. And to our bond, may it only get stronger.”

All three of them lift their cups and Tyene is the one that interjects with excitement. “To us! And to our battles to come!”

��—

*A YEAR BACK*

The doors locked. The windows are sealed.

Why—

Footsteps are approaching the door.

“Rhaenar?” You call out in hopes it’s your son. “Rhaenar, is that you?”

The footsteps stop and a thud sounds at your door. You run back to your door and try to open them again, but to no avail.

“Rhaenar?” You call again and try to peek through the doors creak. But there’s nothing there. You get on your hands and knees to peek at the creek below and see only boots.

“Hey! Let me out! Guards! Let me out!” You yell and jump back up to your feet. “What’s the meaning of this?!” You pound your fists on the door before you begin to kick it. “Let me out! Let me out! Let me out or I will feed you to my dragon!”

There's a shift at the sound of that threat. Yet the damned door remains closed.

“Do you hear me out there? I will feed you to my dragon,” you curse and step back to look around your room for anything that could knock this door down. “Let me talk to my uncle!” You yell as you search your room until you think of your daggers, and sneak over to snatch them from the chest.

“I will give you one more chance,” you sneer and tiptoe back to the door to pick the lock. “Open…” you pause as you hear the lock click. “The door,” you mutter before you throw the doors open, startling the guards that were for some reason placed outside.

“What's going on?” You demand to know from the guards as you point your daggers at them. “Where is my uncle?”

The guard to the right clenches his jaw and gives you an answer. “Go back to your room, Princess.”

You scoff and then lunge at him to throw him back to the wall and point your blade at his throat. “Tell me now,” you sneer and side-eye the other guard who keeps his hands out to show that he won’t hurt you. “What is going on? It’s only a matter of minutes I assume before my dragon comes to me. Should I throw you to her first? Or you,” you point at the watching guard.

“The prince's chambers, he’s there,” the watching guard spits out.

“See,” you scoff and drop your dagger before letting the guard go and stepping back. “Easy. Next time you disobey, I will make Eraxis eat you.” You offer them a sweet smile before you turn and storm over to your uncle's chambers.

And as you pass halls and step outside, guards begin to look at you weirdly, they pass odd looks between one another and give you second looks as they watch you storm past them. The closer you get to your uncle's chambers, the more suspicious they get. They even try to stop you, but you just ignore them and quicken your pace.

Once you begin to see the pool outside his quarters, the guards try to grab you, but you just swiftly slip past them without hassle.

“Princess wait!” One of them yells before you can turn the corner of the patio to reach your uncle's quarters. “Princess!”

He runs after you, and as guards around his pool see you approaching, they unstiffen from their stance and try to rush over to you. Yet you just run past them until you get to the steps of the deck. That’s when you notice the dead Maester and a pool of blood dripping down the steps. As you slowly look up you see Areo Hotah dead next to where Tyene is standing. Next to her is Ellaria pulling a dagger out of your uncle.

“No!” You immediately cry out and gain the attention of your cousin Tyene. “No!” You try to run over to him as he falls to the ground, but Tyene runs over to hold you back. “No!” You sob.

Your uncle Doran flips over and reaches his hand out to you. You try to pull away from Tyene, but guards then help her keep you away.

“When was the last time you left this palace?” Ellaria snaps at your uncle. “You don’t know your own people. Their disgust for you.”

Your uncle begins to cough out blood, but he keeps trying to drag himself away, making you try to squirm with more force to try and reach him.

“Elia Martell, raped and murdered, and you did nothing,” Ellaria spats out, causing you to hit the guards harder. “Oberyn Martell butchered, and you did nothing. You cloud your niece's head with that same ignorance.”

Your uncle flips over again and begins to pant.

“…You’re not a Dornishman. You’re not our prince.” Ellaria finishes spitting out.

“My son Trystane,” your uncle mutters.

Ellaria turns around and scoffs. “Your son is weak just like you. And weak men will never rule Dorne again,” she says spitefully. And finally the guards let you free so you quickly rush over to your uncle and fall down on your knees next to him.

“Uncle,” you cry and cradle him in your arms. “I’m here. I’m here. I will help.”

Your uncle groans, and slowly pulls his bloody hand away from his wound to cup your cheek. “My sweet y/n, you have the power to change the world, do not let vengeance cloud your judgment.”

You sob and shake your head. “I won’t, I swear to you,” you whisper, knowing deep in your heart that there was no saving him anymore.

He lets out labored breath and offers you a wobbly smile. “You have your mothers smile, you know that?” He whispers. “Smile for me, one last time, will you?”

A sob escapes your lips, but you muster a wobbly smile before he takes his last breath and drops his hand from your cheek.

“No,” you mutter as tears stream down your face, and your heart feels as if someone had just stabbed it. “No, no, no!”

“It was for your own good,” you hear Ellaria say from behind you. “Now you can come out of your uncle's shadow. You can finally fulfill your destiny and take back what is yours!”

You swipe your hands over your uncle's eyes to close them, and then slowly put him down.

“Now you can stop living in fear,” she continues.

You let out a shaky breath and drop your head, choosing to ignore her, choosing not to act out on your desire to stab her through the heart.

“Y/N,” she mutters and grabs your shoulder. “Now…” she trails off as the sound of flapping wings sounds from the sky only seconds before Eraxis reveals herself and lands down on the ground, only barely managing to fit her body in the courtyard.

You keep staring at the ground regardless and only hear her growl at Ellaria as she stands stiffly behind you.

“Sister!” Tyene cries out, but doesn’t move.

Eraxis breath slowly unfurls out of her nose, blowing back Ellaria’s dress.

“I watched my own mother die,” you whisper in a quivering voice. “Every night in my dreams. Of course I didn’t know what it meant then, I was only four,” you feign a laugh. “And well it was only fragments of her death, pieces I couldn’t place together. Not until years later. And now it lives over and over in my mind.” You stand up from the ground and let out a shaky breath.

“Do you want to know how that feels, losing a mother?” You ask Tyene, and turn, seeing Eraxis keep her eyes pierced on Ellaria.

“Please,” Tyene pleads to you.

“Do not hate your sisters,” Ellaria interjects, making your eyes snap to her. “They had no fault in it. It was all my doing.”

You swallow thickly and slowly begin to walk around her. “Yes,” you say. “I figured as much. Only you are capable enough to fill their heads with poison.” As you reach Eraxis side you pierce your glare on Ellaria as well, mirroring your dragon's same burning glare.

Ellaria scoffs and lifts her head with confidence. “Tell me what you would have done if I hadn’t killed your uncle?” She spats. “He was a plague. You would have kept hiding, kept dying your hair pretending you’re someone you're not, you would have kept hiding your dragon. You would have kept living in ignorance here. It’s time to wake up y/n!”

Perhaps she’s right. Perhaps you have lived your entire life in fear. But she still killed him. And you still couldn’t avoid it.

“I am only sparing your life because of Tyene,” you change the subject, and Eraxis begins to lose her scowl and begins to whimper and lean her head against you. “Betray me again and I will burn you alive.”

Eraxis pulls her snout out the deck and then lifts her head as you walk over to begin mounting her.

Once you’re on your saddle you grab your handles, and Eraxis flies off.

——

*NOW*

“Lower,” you tell Rhaenar and walk over to push his arms down a bit lower. “Pull your arms down.”

The boy sighs. “Uncle Oberyn said this way,” he tries to argue.

You nod and move back. “Yes, I understand, but there are many fighting styles, you have come close to mastering his way, now you must use different tactics,” you advise him and slide your foot back to once again stand in your fighting stance. “If you want to become a great warrior you must know much more.”

Rhaenar sighs and mirrors your stance. He then looks at your blade and lunges, but you quickly change your stance and swipe off his feet.

“That’s no—” Rhaenar cuts himself off and instead pushes himself to his feet.

You drop your head and laugh softly to yourself.

“You did better,” Daenerys tries to assure him as she watches him train—out of simple curiosity she said. “Less complaining this time.”

You chuckle before you turn around and watch the boy scratch the back of his head whilst he walks to grab a spear off the rack.

“Perhaps the young prince could spar with me soon,” Greyworm offers from the Queens side, as he too was curious to watch your morning training session.

You glance at the soldier and then at your son. “How does that sound, Rhaenar, hm? Maybe Greyworm will be a much kinder teacher than I am.”

Rhaenar turns with his spear in hand and offers the soldier a grin that goes from ear to ear. “Yes I would love it!” He exclaims happily.

Greyworm smiles faintly and nods. Daenerys smiles at the boy, and you part your lips to tell him something, but the door then opens and Tyrion and Qhono, the Dothraki Lieutenant, walks in behind him.

“My Queen, Princess,” Tyrion says, and gains the attention of everyone in the room. “Your guest ship has been spotted docking at shore.”

Daenerys nods in comprehension, letting The Hand turn to leave. Qhono albeit lingers and meets your gaze, making you smirk at him before you turn to face Rhaenar. Daenerys catches your interaction but doesn’t say anything about it.

“Go change out of your training clothes,” you tell the boy. “When you’re done go to the Throne room.”

Without argument Rhaenar puts away his sparring weapons and does as he’s told.

Before long you also go and change out of your training outfit, deciding to put on a long red dress that perhaps is too revealing for the chilly weather of Dragonstone. The long matching red cloak that attaches under the golden dragon scales on your shoulders provides some warmth, but then again you never much mind being too cold or too hot in something if it means looking good.

And sure, The King of the North wasn’t yours to impress, if it came to it it’s not you he’d marry, but you still do choose to show off your golden chained gloves that connects to your golden rings, and matches with the golden breast plates that was elegantly carved to go over the dress. You still didn’t choose to cover your exposed chest, or a part of your sides, or your arms. Because the truth is, if it were a choice to choose between armor and dresses, you’d choose the expensive and most beautiful dresses, even for dragon riding.

And well there is maybe Qhono that you are trying to impress.

“Come,” you call Rhaenar over once you walk in the Throne room.

Rhaenar sighs and lets you walk to where he was standing already.

“Your pin is all crooked,” you let him know and unpin the dragon pin to correct it. “There. Better. Handsome.” You pat his shoulder.

Rhaenar rolls his eyes out of embarrassment, making you laugh softly before you fix his hair.

“Mother,” he whispers sharply and pulls back to then glance back at the Queen.

Daenerys catches his embarrassed glance and shoots him a teasing smile.

“Fine,” you scoff lightheartedly. “I’ll go.” You then go and stand in your spot to wait patiently.

Once those doors open, the first one to walk in is Qhono, Tyrion, and Daenerys most trusted advisor Missendei of Naath follow, but you watch Qhono, as he watches you while he walks past you. You don’t notice the King of The North right away, not even when Missendei says all of Daenerys titles, you instead then look at your rings when Qhono is out of sight until you hear your name.

“…and the Princess Y/N Targaryen Martell, Princess of Dorne, daughter of late Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.”

You finally blink and look up, finally taking in the sight of the King of the North, and noticing that his eyes are already on you. They were on you for most the time he’s been in here but you didn’t notice, not until now.

Until now you see that he isn’t as tall as you imagined Northern men to be, he isn’t as musclary built, or as hairy. He’s quite small, more lean. His hair is dark, as dark as perhaps a moonless night. His eyes aren’t rough, they’re soft and a very pretty dark brown you can get lost in. He has soft features, scars on his face that he wears more than well.

The King of the North is handsome and breath-catching. Much to your surprise.

“And Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, son of the princess.” Missendei finishes introducing everyone that she needed to, leaving a very long silence as the King of the North looks at his advisor.

“This is Jon Snow,” the advisor reveals, letting said man glance at the Queen. “He’s King in the North.”

You smile at the introduction and once again catch the softened gaze of Jon Snow, the King of the North. His gaze lingers on yours, as your eyes linger on him. Neither of you dare to look away, it seems in a way you’re both too mesmerized. For that brief moment until Daenerys spoke up all that existed was just the two of you.

It was such a…weird and new feeling. One you never want to lose.

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Hi. Can I request Edmure x female Snow (Jon’s sister) where Edmure, reader, Jon etc learn her heritage and after dany’s mad queen thing is reader selected to be queen and Edmure her consort. Maybe smut too, either way more Edmure.

Edmure Tully*My Queen, My Love

Pairing: snow!f!reader x husband!edmure

A/N: I did change your request slightly since I just couldn’t think of how to write danny as the mad queen or how to get the plot going so now its edmures reaction to her heritage and danny naming her as her heir and them celebrating with some soft smut at the end so I hope you still like it!

Word count: 2705

Warnings: talks of death/red wedding, praise, ‘my queen’ honorific, f!receiving oral, fingering, slight teasing, thighs, soft smut 18+

Past

When Jon left for the wall, you thought you’d never see him again. When your sisters got taken as hostages in the red keep you thought they were as good as dead. When Winterfell was taken you thought your youngest brothers were gone for good. Everyone around you began to drop like flies and if not for Edmure you would have thrown yourself from Riverrun’s walls when you got the news of Robbs brutal murder and at a wedding no less.

Your stomach churned at the memory, and you wondered what your own fate would have been if Robb had not sent you and Edmure back to Riverrun to defend it from Lannister attacks. Sometimes you wondered if he knew, if somehow Robb felt the unease in the air of the twins. When you hugged Robb goodbye for the last time you clung on, but you did not know why you did or why your direwolf star was so reluctant to leave Greywind’s side. She, like ghost, was a pale white but unlike his red eyes hers were the palest of purples, so pale you wondered if they were clear in certain lights.

You were only halfway to Riverrun when you heard the news. You tried to back, hell bent of trying to avenge Robb with a sword, a wolf, and only three men but Edmure had to hold you back. He screamed at you in the forest ‘do you want to die? What of your sisters who will they have to save them when your dead at Walder Frey’s feet? Dying won’t bring him back.'

'My father is dead. My brothers are dead. The girls are as good as dead and only the gods know where Jon is, you screamed it back, face wet with tears and your voice tearing the air. I have no one.'

'You have me and you have star and the gods be good your sisters in time, but you won’t have anything if you run without thinking.'

His words swam about your heads for the weeks you spent traveling with Edmure and the two others Robb had sent with you. Your gold ran out quickly and there were no friends for you to find. That was until you came across the man with half his face scorched off. You’d found him in a heap at the bottom of a mountain and were shocked when you noticed his shallow breaths.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to stop your travels for a week to nurse him back to health, but you did and when he was not insulting you or trying to start fights his roughness started to slip. 'Did you see a girl dressed as a boy? Brown hair, face like a pinched arse, a tiny needle of a sword. Goes by Arry.' Arya. Your sister was alive. You had hope again.

Eventually the gods turned your fate. You may have lost the two guards Robb had sent with you in skirmishes, but you were left with Sandor and Edmure and eventually the brotherhood found you. With them came travels and with travels came Jon. Finally you had Jon back. Then Sansa too and with the hope Arya was out there you dared continue.

Meanwhile you had Edmure beside you the entire time. He backed all your decisions publicly and debated you in private but never to berate. He helped you heal the wounds you couldn’t reach and didn’t eat till he made sure you had your share. He was the rock securing your tie to reality.

You remember his reaction to meeting Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name. Its not her dragons we should fear. A woman who brings the Dothraki across the sea on the hope of a promise not given to her holds power. Her words hold power.

While Sansa was sceptical of her you felt yourself drawn to her. As time went on you began to view her as more of a friend than a foreign queen. You found yourself added to her small council. Despite Tyrion being her hand, it was you she turned to in her dilemma.

Then one day Jon barged into one of your chambers, insisting it could not wait a day longer. He forced Edmure to leave the chambers despite you insisting that the man who had become your husband could hear anything he had to say. 'Ned Stark was not our father sweet sister, but he was not a stranger either.' You felt the colour drain from your face as he spoke. 'Bran, he saw it, Lyanna Stark on her birthing bed. Twins in her arms. We had a mother sweet sister and a father too. Rhaegar Targaryen.'

Present

After he broke the news, you demanded he leave, not wanting him to speak another word till you could bare to tell Daenerys yourself. Then Edmure returned. As you told him everything Jon had revealed you felt your world spinning as Edmure sat silently taking it all in.

The feel of Edmures hands grabbing yours slowed your rant, your breathing steadying. “Breathe my love. It is going to be okay,”

“But what if its not?” You asked, a break in your voice.

You looked to the man that had kept you afloat during this war with wide eyes brimmed with tears. His hand gently moved to hold your face, “You are still you, my love. This does not need to change your world unless you choose it too. Your brother will back you; he always has. I am here for you love. We are safe, we will survive this,”

“What if she thinks us a threat?” You said, voice barely above a whisper, “Rober Baratheon would’ve murdered them in their cribs if he had got there in time to swing his hammer. What will she do to me?”

“She has shown you no signs of tyranny, no signs of madness. If you lie to her, scheme against her, she will know but even if ned Stark was not your father you still have his honour,” Edmure said, leaning to kiss your forward softly, “and you have me. I may not breath fire, but I would fight any dragon for you,”

You watched as Daenerys face turned as Jon told her the truth with you by his side. “If it were true, you would be the last living male Targaryen. Are you here to threaten my claim?” She asked, her face twisting into betrayal.

“No,” you said, finally speaking up in the silence, “Jon has no interest in the iron throne, do you brother?” You said, scared when he paused for a moment before agreeing with you.

Daenerys turned away, pacing to the fire in silence, “Leave us,” she said, her head raising to face Jon, “and do not speak a word of this to anyone. Swear it,”

“I swear it your grace,” Jon said, nodding his head solemnly before leaving.

As the door shut Daenerys finally turned to look at you, “I assume Edmure knows,” she said dryly, “Who else?”

“No one your grace,” you said, crossing the room to try come to her side but she backed away, “No one needs know if you don’t want them too. But you cannot deny you need a family,”

“I have my dragons,” she said, almost spitting the words before looking into the flames, “A woman told me once they would be my only children,” she said with a softer tone.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east," you whispered back, having heard her tales of her first marriage many nights.

“When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves,” she said, her eyes not leaving the flickering flames, “I believe I will see my child when I die. The son a witch stole from me. The family I was told to dream about having as a child, gone. What is a queen with no heirs?” She said, finally looking from the flames. “If I was to name Jon my heir people would cross their fingers for the day I died. Your land has never cared much for their queens,”

You paused for a moment, thinking back to the talks you had with Edmure the night before. “There is another way your grace,” you said, moving over to sit in the armchair by the fire, Daenerys moving to the other, “The northerns have never liked to bend their knee to the south but what if you didn’t make them? Allow Jon to be king of the north, recognise Robbs kingship and his will naming Jon as his heir. No southern lord is going to fight for a bastard to sit the iron throne,”

Daenerys sat back in her chair, thinking over your words carefully, “And what of you? You would stay in the north to take the throne after him?”

You shook your head lightly, “No your grace. He may be my brother, but you are my queen. I will follow you south, fight your battles and die for you, if need be, serve however required,”

Daenerys paused, chuckling slightly under her breath, “Even as my heir?” She said, her eyes hard to read.

“Unless you have children,” you said but Daenerys just laughed and stood again.

“No. My dragons are my children. One of them is already dead. My womb has been cursed and the child bed is more dangerous than any battle ahead. Now I will not have children. But I will have an heir. An heir who will act as a delegate to the newly independent north. You,” she said, finally turning back to see you, “You shall be my heir and you shall rule when I am gone. Not your husband, not Jon. You,”

The feast announcing Daenerys decision was one of the last moments of joy for many before the long night. You sat at the head table, Daenerys on one side and Edmure on the other. He held your hand under the table, his thumb stroking over your hand. Jon sat on the other side of Daenerys; a shoddy silver crown placed on his head unlike the one Daenerys wore made of gold.

After the festivities you walked back to your chamber, slightly lightheaded from the wine but with Edmures arm wrapped around yours to steady yourself. “One day you will be a queen,” he hummed, smiling down at you, “The title suits me,”

“Hopefully not for a long time,” you said, kissing his cheek as you stumbled to your chambers, “Excited about your future promotion?” You joked with a drunken grin.

He shook his head with a chuckle, “the title is yours not mine. I will not rule for you love for you will be my queen. Though I hope you will at least allow me on your council when the time comes,” he said as you turned into the corridor your chamber lay in.

“Of course,” you said, hugging his arm tighter, “You have always been my hand. Without you I am nothing,”

“No, my love,” he said as he unlatched the chamber door, “You are everything and more,” he said, kissing your lips softly in the chamber doorway. “Give me a moment to light the fire,”

As Edmure stoked the flames you began to slip out of your northern clothes, leaving them in a pile at the side of the bed and leaving only your shift on for coverage. You sat on the foot of the bed, watching as Edmure finally had the fire burning bright before he took his own outdoor clothing off.

“You look divine my love,” he said as he sat his neatly folded tunic on the armchair by the fire. You held your hand out to him across the room, silently beckoning him over. Edmure did as you asked wordlessly, gently taking your hand and moving to stand between your legs. He bent down, pressing a slow soft kiss to your lips. Your hands rested on his shoulders, his cupping your jaw lightly before he stood up straight again, “It is time for rest my love,” he said, moving back to kick off his boots.

You shook your softly at him, a smile toying your lips, “We are celebrating tonight remember?” You said, standing so you could wrap your arms around his waist to pull him closer. His body, left with only his trousers, pressed flush against yours leaving no gaps between your skin. “Wont you celebrate with me, husband?” You asked, a teasing smile on your lips.

“I suppose some celebrating could be in order,” Edmure said with a light chuckle. He lifted your chin with his fingers, his head dipping to reconnect your lips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer somehow. You were breathless as Edmure walked you back till the backs of your thighs hit the bed frame. “Lay down my queen,” he said, panting as he pulled away from your lips.

“I am not queen yet,” you said, the wine making the idea more funny than terrifying. None the less you moved to lay on the bed, letting your shift bunch up to reveal more of your thighs.

Edmures eyes scanned your thighs, soaking in your frame. You couldn’t help but notice the outline in his trousers by this point but you did not protest as he began to crawl up the bed to you, kissing your calf then knee and up to your thighs, “Let me serve you my queen,” he said as he placed a kiss to your inner thigh, “You have always been my queen,”

Your breathing was ragged as you felt him kiss up your inner thighs, his breath fanning over your skin making it tingle. Your fingers ran over his hair, toying with it softly, “Serve me husband,” you said, aching for his mouth which was less than an inch from where you wanted it to be, “Serve your queen,” you inhaled sharply when you felt him place a soft kiss to your wet cunt, his lips moving up to place another wet kiss to your clit. Your fingers tugged his hair gently as he began to lick soft stripes up your cunt, his pressure increasing with each lick to tease the feeling. While you were usually the one doing the teasing Edmure wanted to make sure this was truly a celebration for you tonight as his tongue worked its wonders while his hands softly squeezed your thighs.

His mouth moved up, his focus turning to gently sucking your clit as curse words slipped from under your breath. His hand slipped from your thigh, slowly grazing over your skin till his fingers began to tease your hole. You moaned lightly when you felt his fingers slowly slipping in as he had practised many times with you over the years. You could feel your thighs tighten around his head and how he moaned sending vibrations through your wet cunt.

You could feel your body tightening, a knot forming in your stomach as Edmure began to hit your sweet spot, his fingers curling gently to hit closer with each move. “Yes,” you gasped, your fingers suddenly tightening in his hair, “Like that,” you said, your voice caught as your body tightened.

Edmure did exactly as he was told as he felt your thighs begin to twitch. Your body felt close to bursting till your orgasm spilled over you, your legs clamping around his head as your body tensed up, toes curling. Edmure did not attempt to remove his tongue or mouth as he let you ride out your wave, only moving when he felt your legs begin to release his head.

He came up for air, his face slick and an adoring smile on his face, “You truly are amazing,” he murmured, kissing your thigh before moving up to lay beside you.

You turned, trying to reach for his trousers to return the favour but Edmure caught your wrist, raising your hand up to his lips to kiss, “Not yet love. Catch your breath my queen,”

You laughed lightly at his words, “Are you always going to call me that?” You asked.

“Yes, for it will always be true,”

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