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A Twisted Tale-Jon Snow x Baratheon!Reader

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Requested by @witch-of-letters

Summary: Throughout her life, (Y/N) has been intertwined with Jon Snow’s destiny. Ever since they first met as children, they were practically betrothed to one another, however it takes them years to realise this, and that means years of being apart and having their own stories before they meet again.

Characters: Jon Snow x Reader, Robb Stark x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Violence, gore, sadness, death, fluff

(A/N: Obviously there will be slight plot changes to the story line, time skips too and it’s a long one)

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“(Y/N) Baratheon, will you marry me?” a young Jon Snow knelt in front of the princess, holding onto her hand. He only wished he had a ring to give her.

She giggled.“Yes, I will! When we are older though!”

He pouted, standing up again.“Why? That’s ages away!”

“Mother says that I am too young to marry, that we must be patient and wait.”

“But…but what if you don’t love me then? What if you love someone else?”

She boldly reached over and kissed his cheek, giggling again as the boy with pale skin blushed.“I won’t! I promise. And a princess must always keep her promise.”

“OK, I promise too! I can’t wait to marry you!”

Much time had passed since the sudden proposal,the innocence of it all fading away. The two lovers were now coming of age, both growing into their adult features and bombarded with rules that they must obey to uphold their reputation. However, this never strained on their love for one another, their promises still being kept. Ever since that day, (Y/N) had been told that she would stay and grow up in Winterfell alongside the Stark children; the young princess wasn’t sure why she had to be left behind, at first she thought it was because her family didn’t want her anymore. But before they separated, her father, King Robert, pulled her aside, affirming his love for her and that this was the best thing for her. Although she was young, she somehow understood what he meant, she could see the sadness in his eyes, the regret for leaving her here. She had pulled him in for a hug one last time, remembering his scratchy beard and plump body along with the kindness in his heart.

The Starks had been an amazing family to her. Catelyn had raised her to be an honest and wise woman, hoping that Sansa and Arya would take after (Y/N). Ned kept her safe and fed within Winterfell, and all in all, she had an amazing upbringing; not only that, but she had stayed with her love, Jon. Unfortunately, they soon learnt to hide it, knowing that a Baratheon could never be with a bastard, even if it was their dream to run away and be together, away from the watchful eyes from everyone else. So when (Y/N) saw Jon loading a horse with many bags and a sturdy saddle, exchanging a long hug with the eldest Stark boy, Robb, she started to doubt their future plans.

“Jon? What are you doing?” she asked, though she feared she already knew the answer.

He had hoped that she wouldn’t catch him. Yes, it was cruel to do it this way, but if Jon were to see her sad face just as he was about to now, he knew that he couldn’t leave for the Night’s Watch. Hesitantly he turned around, almost crumbling at the sight of her tear filled eyes. 

“My father has told me to leave for the Night’s Watch.” 

“W-what?” she was shocked by his answer.“Why would he do that? You haven’t done anything!”

“I’m a bastard, that’s a crime in itself.” he scoffed.

“So? What does that matter? And you didn’t choose to be a bastard!”

“(Y/N), please calm down. Remember you’re still a princess.”

“Were you going to tell me? Because it seems like you’re rushing off.”

Jon looked anywhere but her, not wanting to admit it.“I…I thought it would be better-”

“Better than telling me?!”

“I’m sorry. I just knew that if I saw you, it would make it harder to leave.”

Her breathing got shaky at that, feeling exactly the same. They couldn’t go against Ned’s orders, especially since he was now Hand of the King and travelling to see her father. As heartbreaking as it was, the lovers knew that their chances of being together were slim, but facing reality in the face was harder than they thought it would be.

“Jon, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.” she cried.

Jon pulled them aside, hiding them from the public.“Please (Y/N), you know I wouldn’t go if I had a choice.”

“Wait, why don’t we just-just run away together? No one would know, they would think you were at the Wall! Or perhaps you died on the way there!”

“And what would they think if you disappeared?”

“I…I ran away to go home to my family, and….also died.”

“No one would believe it. And they would be after you as soon as you stepped one foot out of Winterfell.”

She dipped her head down, holding on tight as Jon embraced her.“Why do the Gods not want us together? What did we ever do to them?”

He chuckled.“That’s just how our fate was designed.”

“Well I’m going to change it.”

They stayed together for a few minutes longer, their last moments going by too quickly for their liking. Jon pulled away, only to bring (Y/N)’s face close to his as they shared a last kiss, one of the most passionate kisses they had ever felt. (Y/N) couldn’t seem to let go, Jon having to peel off her fingers. She followed him to his horse, resisting the urge to jump on him and never let go, no matter how mad she looked. They looked at one another, taking in their features before Jon spoke again.

“I love you (Y/N) Baratheon.”

“And I love you Jon Snow.”

He clicked his tongue, the horse starting the long journey to the Wall. Jon looked forward, gripping onto the reigns as he tried to stay on track, get out of Winterfell as soon as possible, and try to forget about his love; he knew that would never happen. (Y/N) stayed rooted to her spot, watching as he left Winterfell. She didn’t want to believe it, but she knew that she would never see Jon Snow again.

“(Y/N), come on, let’s get you inside.” Robb suddenly appeared beside her.

She hadn’t realised how much she was crying until he out an arm around her, gently pulling her away from her spot and into Winterfell.

He spoke again once they were inside.“It’ll be alright, it will all be alright.”

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” (Y/N) asked Robb, worried about their plans for the evening.“Shouldn’t Walder Frey be angry at us?”

“Angry? (Y/N), we were married months before we even arrived here.” Robb smiled at her.

“I know but…he seemed awfully happy for someone who didn’t get the deal they wanted.”

“Perhaps it is because of his age? He is too tired to deal with any conflict.”

“Robb, take this seriously.” she tried to not laugh, though it was impossible when he was smiling at her like that.

After Jon had left all those years ago, Robb and (Y/N)’s relationship grew stronger. They had always been close growing up, especially since they were close in age and their mature, kind personalities matched each others. But what really made them closer was the death of (Y/N)’s father, and Robb’s father soon after. They mourned together and fought back against Joffrey when he demanded that Robb bend the knee, along with an order for (Y/N) to be returned to Kings Landing. If King Robert had ordered it, she would be travelling home in no time, awaiting the overdue reunion with her beloved father; however, seeing as it was her side of the family that never bothered to even send a raven, she refused too, siding with Robb in this sudden war. And along with this, a marriage was arranged, and she may have been a Baratheon, but everyone had seen her as a Stark already for almost all of her life.

“You worry too much about other people’s feelings. Just enjoy this night, it is a wedding after all.” Robb said, watching as his wife brushed her hair.

He couldn’t help but stop to admire her. There was always a soft place in his heart for (Y/N). She was beautiful, intelligent and charismatic, the perfect princess. At first, he had been appalled when he caught her and Jon kissing in the shadows, baffled as to why she would be with a bastard. It angered him, especially since there had been talk between a reunion of the houses.As time went on, he began to understand more about love, and how you didn’t get to chose, it chose for you. He knew that marrying her was simply to help him in the war (to her at least) and that he wouldn’t receive any love back, though having the right to say (Y/N) was his wife was enough for him.

“Where is Greywind?” (Y/N) wondered, looking for the beast.

“They asked for him to be locked away, no animals at the ceremony.”

“Oh, poor thing, outside in the cold.”

“He is a wolf, he is supposed to live in the wild, in the cold.”

“Still, he is a domesticated direwolf.”

“(Y/N), stop these excuses and let us enjoy the night.”

(Y/N) couldn’t help but be on edge all night, something didn’t feel right. Perhaps it was the sudden change in atmosphere. She had been in a war zone for months, spending restless nights in a tent and stuck with thousands of angry men during the day; now she was in a castle celebrating a wedding, food and drink galore. Although Robb tried to help her enjoy herself, she still couldn’t, expressing her concern to Catelyn.

“Do you feel ill?” Catelyn asked, seeming very intrigued.

“I’m not sure, I don’t know what to call this feeling.”

“Have you bled this months?”

(Y/N) stuttered as she answered.“Uh, n-not yet.”

Catelyn held her hand, a huge grin on her face.“Perhaps you have fallen pregnant!”

“M-maybe.”

“Don’t be scared child, this is a wonderful thing.”

“Yes, I think I may lie down now, it’s all a bit too much.”

“Yes, that sounds like a good idea. You go ahead, I’ll tell Robb for you.”

(Y/N) felt terrible for lying to her mother-in-law. Robb and (Y/N) had never even consummated the marriage, the only time they kissed was when they got married. No, she definitely wasn’t pregnant, this feeling was do with her gut instinct, though she couldn’t decipher what it was warning her about. As she hurried down the hall to the room, (Y/N) felt like someone was following her, but there was no one around, not that she could see anyway. Just as she turned a corner, she heard the patter of claws on the floor, like a dog was running towards her; not so much a dog but the direwolf Greywind.

“Greywind? What are you doing here?” she bent down to pet him, but the animal wasn’t wanting any of it, running ahead of her before looking back.

She knew that stance. He was on high alert and wanted her to follow him. Picking up her skirts, (Y/N) ran with the direwolf, wondering where all the guards had gone to. They were nearing the slaves quarters when muffled screaming erupted, both from inside the castle and out where Robb’s army was camped. Greywind immediately nudged (Y/N) to the slaves quarters, whining as he did so. (Y/N) walked in the opposite direction, though Greywind was adamant to go the other way. She knew he was doing this for her safety, he had sensed the sudden attack. Going with the direwolf, they continued running, ending up outside, where carnage had erupted; men were slaughtering each other, it was a battlefield. 

Her instincts kicked in, ducking behind barrels of wine whilst she analysed how to get out of this mess. Greywind stood his ground, looking out for anyone wanting to attack the queen in the North. (Y/N) screamed as body fell beside her, the sword fallen out of his hand. Grabbing it, she peeked out from her hiding spot, almost fainting there and then as she saw her husbands body parading around on a horse, a dogs head replaced his own, and Walder Frey’s men cheering and making fun of Robb. Tears fell fast down her cheeks, and at that moment, she really didn’t know what to do. They had mutilated her husband as if he wasn’t a person.

Greywind nudged her, and she followed where he was looking. There were horses left in the stable, not so many men were near there, thinking they had won. Greywind stormed ahead, leaping onto the remaining guards,tearing them apart with their teeth; (Y/N) ran as fast as she could after him, slicing down whoever got in her way. It all happened in a flash; one minute she was killing the men who had murdered her husband, the next she was riding a horse far away from the bloodshed, Greywind right beside her.

They had fled far away from the scene, it had been hours since the traumatic event and the sun was rising. (Y/N) slowed the horse, her and the two animals panting harshly. As she dismounted, her feet gave out underneath her. The direwolf was instantly by her side, nuzzling against her as she loudly sobbed, her wails echoing throughout the valley. Angrily throwing the sword, she hugged Greywind close to her, wishing that this was all a terrible nightmare. How had she got out of that so quickly and without a single scratch? Why did she survive but Robb didn’t? The glint of the sword in the sunlight caught her attention again, reminding her of when Robb taught her how to use one; it was essentially him that saved her. But the grieving didn’t last long as the sound of hooves got closer. Clumsily getting to her feet to mount the horse, (Y/N) stopped as she heard her title called out.

“My queen! My queen please wait!” 

It was one of their soldiers, blood smothered all over his face and armour. He was doubled over on the horse, and she helped him down. He clutched onto his arm, and was in an immense amount of pain.

“My queen, King Robb and Lady Catelyn…I’m sorry but…they’re dead.”

“Catelyn too?” she whispered.

“Yes, I’m sorry, we couldn’t do anything, we tried-”

“Shh, it’s alright, it wasn’t anyone’s fault but the Frey’s.” she seethed.

“You need to keep on running from here, they will search for you.”

“I…I don’t know where to go!”

“Head to the wall! Jon Snow is still there, I’m sure you could seek refuge there. Here, take these.”

He pulled a fur cloak from the horse and a bag with food along with water, handing them to her. Her heart broke from the kindness and thought he had put into this, he was dying yet he still thought of his queen before him.

“You are a brave man. Thank you for this.” she pulled herself together as she thanked him.

“Queen in the North, I will ride elsewhere to throw them off your track. Go now!”

(Y/N) rode for weeks, relieved that she had Greywind by her side. She was still in the smart dress that was now ruined with mud, blood and wet from snow as she went deeper North. She didn’t know who to trust, and truly thought she would die; whether it be from the cold, hunger, thirst or being killed, though did it matter at this point? Robb and Catelyn were dead, she didn’t know where the Stark sisters were, and she didn’t even know if she would make it to Castle Black. The one thing pushing her was the fact that she might see Jon Snow again. What would he look like? Would he want to see her? Would he be the same man she knew from when they were young?

“My lady,” a male voice called out, Greywind jumping up to defend her,“what are you doing out here? All alone are ya?”

He was a plump man, reminding (Y/N) of her father. He was adorned in black, a sword by his hip. His face seemed kind, and he didn’t give off a threatening vibe but she couldn’t be too sure.

“Wh-who are you?” she shivered, freezing from sleeping outside.

“I’m Sam, I-I’m part of the Night’s Watch.”

“The Night’s Watch?” for the first time in week she smiled, dropping the sword she was clutching onto.“You’re from the Night’s Watch!”

He nervously smiled.“Yes, I just said that.”

She got closer to him. “Tell me, is Jon Snow still there?” 

“Yes, he’s Lord Commander actually.”

“I need to see him!”

“Well, women aren’t supposed to come with us-”

“I’m the Queen in the North and I demand you to take me to him!”

(Y/N) didn’t mean to make demands. After all this time travelling to the Wall, all she wanted was to see Jon, to try and figure everything out. Sam was hesitant, but took her anyway. He was extremely kind to her, so kind she could almost cry; he tried to keep a casual conversation, obviously not wanting to dive too deep into why she was wanting to see a bastard at the Wall, especially if she claimed herself as Queen in the North.

(Y/N) walked in first to Castle Black, Sam following with the horse and Greywind. The gates revealed men training with each other, everyone stopping as the woman walked in. She held her head high, not wanting to falter under their glare. She was tired, cold, hungry and mourning, all of this happening mere weeks ago. No word was spoken, the men wondering who this random woman was.

As (Y/N)’s eyes scanned around her, they finally landed on her lover. He stood with the same shocked face, frozen to the spot. Their steps were slow at first, each one becoming faster than the other, missing each other after all these years.

“Jon!” she cried as she leapt into his arms, relieved when he caught her.

The hug was the same as their last one all those years ago. She was crying hysterically, her emotions suddenly showing themselves all at once. Jon was still in shock. He never thought he would see (Y/N) again, yet here she was, looking close to death. Her bright expression was gone, he had got word of what had happened, and he thought she was dead. But here she was, still among the living.

“What are you doing here? They said you were dead!” he exclaimed, pulling away to look at her.

“Th-they killed Robb! They betrayed us! How could they do that?!”

“(Y/N), calm down, you’re safe now.”

“I had no where else to go. You were the only person I could think of.”

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“And I you. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances.”

The presence of a woman caused a disturbance within Castle Black. The men, deprived of this luxury, were either lusting after (Y/N) or cursing the fact that she was taking their food and beds, and possibly bringing unnecessary danger to them. She was Queen in the North, if word got out that she was alive, enemies would come after her; some believed that this fire would be fueled even more when their Lord Commander would refuse to hand her over. It was obvious to everyone that they were in love, even if they didn’t show it.

If that wasn’t enough, another woman entered the castle, though the men seemed to favour (Y/N) more as the Red Woman waltzed in. She had an air about her that warned you she wasn’t a normal lady. The way she spoke in riddles confused everyone. (Y/N) had tried to stay out of the way of the men, keeping quiet and indoors for the most part, but after feeling cooped up for a while, she finally plucked up the courage to grab a bow and arrow, deciding to put her skills to practice once again. Her archery skills were like nothing anyone had ever seen. She could casually hit her target spot on, it didn’t matter the distance or the circumstances. (Y/N) had spent her time mourning, although she was still grieving, her mind had to remain focus. These were dangerous times, and she had a feeling the fight at the Red Wedding wouldn’t be her last.

“My lady, I have heard of how well you handle a bow and arrow. I am glad that I have witnessed this.” Melisandre spoke, always somehow appearing as if by magic. 

‘Perhaps her Lord of Light blessed her with the power to sneak up on people.’ (Y/N) thought to herself, still not sure what to make of the woman.

“Thank you, I’ve been practicing all my life.”

“A very useful skill to have. Though I believe that is not all you have to offer.”

(Y/N) set the weapon down, looking at Melisandre confusedly. She didn’t want any part in any prophecy or vision the Red Woman had. All she truly wanted was to keep her loved ones (those who were still alive) safe and close to her, avoid any war that came her way and keep on living.

“The long, treacherous winter approaching will bring much more terror, grown men will be frightened by just the sight of it. But before that happens, two people as one will conquer death, binding them together for eternity.”

(Y/N) scoffed, forgetting her manners.“I am sorry to inform you that I don’t believe in your Lord of Light, nor the ‘prophecies’ you believe will come true. I live in the real world where I have already experienced death right in front of my eyes, it can’t be stopped, no matter how hard you try.”

“By yourself maybe, but with another, it will be possible.”

(Y/N) had ignored those words, knowing that she was just preaching what she believed in. She had had enough of her riddles, enough of the glares she received from the men; what was she doing here? Was she destined to live here for the rest of her days hiding away? Well, Melisandre seemed to think not. The only thing keeping her going was her lust for revenge and Jon; he would sneak into her room, stealing kisses and holding her as close as he possibly could. This didn’t happen straight away. She was the widow of Robb Stark, Jon’s half-brother, and he wondered whether they had actually fallen in love along the way. But after a couple of weeks, she started to explain everything, how they plotted against Joffrey, how they planned to rescue the Stark girls, and the marriage that became a part of that. Jon learnt that she had kept their promise, the promise of their love for one another, and that’s all he needed.

As (Y/N) settled for the night, she heard a disturbance outside. At first she ignored it, putting it down to the men messing around with each other. But as she stopped and listened, her guts were telling her that something wasn’t right; and the last time she felt this feeling was when Robb was killed. Grabbing her word, she rushed outside on high alert, a deafening scream escaping her as she saw what her instincts were warning her about.

Jon was surrounded by men of the knights watch, all of them taking turns to stab him. Rage filled her body, her legs sprinting towards the traitors; no, she couldn’t face betrayal again. For a couple of men, it was too late for them to even defend themselves as (Y/N) charged towards them like a wild animal. Her sword dug deep into their flesh, blood spraying all over the crisp, white snow. They didn’t stop murdering Jon, only rushing before fighting off the queen. Her mind knew there were too many of them, she was good with her sword but there was no way she could take them all on. That didn’t falter her movements, fiercely slicing down whoever crossed her path. Just as little hope started to creep it’s way into her mind, an immense pain spread through her body, her limbs paralysed as she processed what had happened.

Slowly looking down, she saw a sword doused in her blood pierced through her torso. (Y/N) started to shake, dropping her sword as sharp, panicked breaths filled the silence. She gagged as it was pulled out of her, the taste of blood filling her mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t move a muscle, only yell out in pain as more men stabbed her, no one holding back. Her legs collapsed underneath her, and she cried out for Jon as she tried to crawl her way towards his lifeless body, her nails digging into the ground. Her teary eyes looked into his, there was no life left in them. She stretched her arm out as much as she could, desperately wanting to hold his hand for comfort before she perished. (Y/N) had not often thought about her death, not since she had witnessed it. No one wanted to go like this, she didn’t understand why they killed Jon, why they were killing her. Her fingers barely brushed against his, she could feel her limbs getting heavy before her eyes shut, one last breath from her body before she was submerged in darkness.

Fire, she was surrounded by fire. Was this Hell? Was she damned to suffer here? Why? What had she ever done to be sent down here? But wait, the fire wasn’t raging hot as she thought it would be, it should be seeing how close she was to it. But behind her she suddenly felt cold. Looking over her shoulder, there was ice creeping its way through the pitch black, light snow gracefully falling. (Y/N) was baffled as the two elements met under her feet, the fire still burning and the ice still forming. What did this mean? 

A big, loud gasp shocked (Y/N) awake, a small panic attack following after. Her eyes were wide, frightened at the thought of what she saw. Where was she? As she looked around her, her throat dry and skin cold, her senses came back to her. She was lying naked on a wooden board, though where she was exactly was still unknown. Slowly sitting up, (Y/N) wondered whether she was alive or dead. She felt alive, glancing down at her body, her fingers hesitantly tracing over deep, dark scars that covered her torso. As she kept questioning what happened to her, she realised she was not alone.

“Jon!” She cried out, surprised when she felt how agile her body was. 

(Y/N) slipped off the board, slowly stepping towards his body. Her shaky hands grabbed his, kissing them tenderly as she looked over his similar scars. He felt real too. Were the Gods kind to them and had reunited them in the Heavens? Her cries were quiet, shoulders shaking as she begged for him to wake up too. Calling his name did nothing, shaking his body did nothing; leaning over him, she rested her forehead on his, tears spilling onto his face. 

“My lady, you’re awake!” Melisandre rushed into the room, standing beside the queen in bewilderment.

The priestess’ attention was drawn to (Y/N)’s tears covering Jon’s face. Backing away, Melisandre circled the table, watching the heartbreaking scene. The Lord of Light had brought one back, why not the other? Were her prophecies wrong? Were they not supposed to conquer together? But as she looked closer, she could see with each tear drop, his skin became less pale, his usual complexion returning. Could she e the secret to all this?

“(Y/N)?” a voice whispered out.

(Y/N) flinched away from Jon, a sob coming out of her as she saw his eyes open, looking up at her. They stared at each other for a while, ignoring the fact that they were still naked and had never seen each other like this.

“A-are we….dead?” She asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

“I don’t know.”

Greywind and Ghost were instantly on their feet, each on high alert as they watched their owners come back to life. At first they growled at the door when someone burst through, relaxing when they saw Ser Davos. The man couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He had picked up their bodies, laid them down as the Red Woman had instructed, and now they were alive. Melisandre watched intensely, grabbing blankets for both of them.

“You are alive, the Lord of Light brought you back.” she proclaimed. 

They welcomed the warmth the blankets gave them, staying close to one another.

“But it seemed that he needed (Y/N)’s help to bring you back, Lord Snow.”

“You brought me back?” he asked, just as confused as his lover.

“No, I just woke up and-”

Ser Davos intervened.“Leave them woman. They’re almost freezing to…never mind.”

They slowly and silently got changed, still feeling…whatever they were feeling. They seemed to be thinking exactly the same, embracing each other as soon as they were dressed. Neither could believe what was happening. They had been risen from the dead, resurrected from their murder. (Y/N) could still feel the fear coursing through her veins, images of those men stabbing her made her panic. She knew that Jon would do something about it, just after they figured out what the hell had happened to them.

“What did you see?” (Y/N) asked Jon, wondering if he saw the same as her.

“Nothing. I saw nothing, it was just black.” he answered, sounding almost angry about it.“Did you see the same?”

She hesitated.“I saw…I was standing there, in darkness just like you. But then there was fire, then there was ice, and they were clashing against one another. I don’t know what it means, perhaps it was nothing.”

“No.”

“No?”

“That meant something, we have been brought back to life, that thing you saw wasn’t some odd dream.”

“Jon, what does this mean for us? Why were we brought back?”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to think about it. Although I’m happy you’re back….this just isn’t natural.”

“I know, I know. But, what are we going to do now?”

“Whatever it is life throws at us next.”

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(Y/N) sighed as she watched Jon walking through Winterfell’s defences with his new queen, hating that she felt jealous of that woman. She was a unique beauty, nothing like she had seen before. And what with her amazing new dragons, she seemed to have everything going for her. (Y/N) looked back on all that she had been through with Jon, all the heartbreak, danger, bloodshed and the small time they had to actually spend together, knowing that it only made them stronger; though her mind still wavered through moments of doubt.

“She is gorgeous, isn’t she?” (Y/N) stated as her and Jon walked the halls of the castle that night.

“Who?”

She smiled at him.“Daenerys! You two seem to have-”

“Grown close? You know she means nothing to me, not like that anyway.”

With their arms looped, (Y/N) rested her head on his shoulder, happy with the answer.“Sorry, I did not mean to jump to conclusions.”

“I understand. Have I upset you?”

“No, I think the pressure of this oncoming war is playing too much on my mind.” 

They reached her chambers, both stopping in front of the door. Although they considered themselves very much in love, they had never shared a bed, worried as to how it would look in front of their peers. But (Y/N) was through with keeping up appearances, following rules; many rules had been bent or broken throughout her lifetime, she was just following suit.

“Stay with me tonight.” she offered confidently.

“What?”

“I’m not wasting anymore time. The army of the dead is coming for us and I have yet to sleep beside you.”

Jon’s gaze was intense, and he surprised (Y/N) when he opened her door, gently pushing her inside. She really hadn’t meant anything sexual by what she said, but wasn’t opposed to where this was going. Jon was in the same mindset, wanting to express his love for her in a different way. She was his woman, and he her man, it had always been that way. No one dared to take either of them away from each other.

“Jon,” (Y/N) panted out as she curled up next to him in bed,“I love you.”

He was quick to reply.“I love you. (Y/N),” he sat up, resting his weight on his elbow so that he was looking over her,“I don’t want to risk losing you again.”

She tried not to show confusion on her face.“You won’t, why are you saying that?”

“The dead are coming, we’ve fought them before, we’ve seen how they work. What if-”

“No, no don’t say ‘what if’. We just have to take everyday as it comes. We’ve died once, and it showed me how important everything in your life is, including you.”

“I can’t help it.” he softly smiled.“Everything is moving far too fast.”

“And it won’t slow down either. We just need to catch up.”

Another week of planning for the battle against the dead sped by. Jon was right, it really felt like they had no time to prepare themselves. Tension was also rising within the walls, the dragon queen wasn’t loved by all, and she knew this; (Y/N) wanted to trust Jon’s judgement, though it was hard when an outsider with the Mad King as a father suddenly wanted you to bend the knee. Alongside this, (Y/N) had been having spurs of sickness (a majority of the time in the morning), she was late; it wasn’t hard to figure out what was happening to her. She said nothing though, scared that it would distract Jon when all of his attention needed to be on this battle.

(Y/N) was startled as she walked outside of the castle walls, still not used to the dragons that casually loitered around. She tried not to show it, but panic rose as she realised that their mother was not there. Daenerys had mentioned that they ate anything, especially as they were starving. Greywind (who had not left her side ever since she fell pregnant, she thought he knew even before her) growled at the beasts, hair riled up as he stood in front of her.

“There’s no need to worry.” Daenerys called out from behind her.

“I’m sorry your grace, just…not used to such creatures. Neither is he.” (Y/N) tried to calm the direwolf but he wouldn’t budge.

“They are unsure of yours as well.”

“Greywind is just very protective. We’ve been through a lot together.”

“Lord Snow has one like this, does he not?”

“Yes, they were gifted to all the Stark children many years ago. Greywind became mine when….when Robb was murdered.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“We’ve all lost something throughout these years haven’t we?”

“How right you are.”

“Am I interrupting?” Jon asked as he approached.

“Going off flying again are we?” (Y/N) smiled at him, resisting kissing him. They were still wary of showing their affection in front of others.

“Who else can say that they’ve flown a dragon?”

“The dragon queen perhaps?”

They were going to continue talking when one of the dragons walked towards them. (Y/N) and Jon were wary, Daenerys not moving an inch. However, as the mother of dragons went to pet him, she was almost pushed aside when he walked straight past her. Greywind growled and barked as the dragon stopped in front of him, though the massive creature did not retaliate. 

“Greywind, that’s enough!” Jon commanded, sensing what was going on. Drogon had the same look as he did now when Jon first met them, and he wanted to see if the same thing was happening here.

Greywind reluctantly stood down, backing away a little, but not too far. (Y/N) suddenly missed the defence of the wolf, even if he was tiny compared to the dragon. Drogon lowered his head, an eye just in front of her face. Her heart was beating erratically, her mind screaming why no one was stopping this. It seemed like a lifetime she was stood there, only realising that Jon was gesturing for her to touch the dragon. Her eyes widened at his madness, but remembered him telling her of the time he did the same thing.

As she boldly stretched out her hand to rest of Drogon’s head, Daenerys could feel the rage in her. Why were her dragons suddenly taking a liking to these people? They were her children, not theirs! When Jon had been accepted by them, she had secretly been happy; she had been intrigued by this man, though was very annoyed when she was informed of a lover, even if they weren’t official. Daenerys had ignored that, still surprised that her dragons would let another ride on them, but this was too much. She had never even heard of this woman, what value did she have?

Drogon closed his eyes as (Y/N) gently pet him, the texture of his scales a new, strange feeling underneath her fingertips. Although quiet, Jon could hear the small laugh, the unbelievable gasp that left her lips. He beamed at the sight, amazed by the sight before him. (Y/N)’s moment was ruined by Daenerys’ glare, and not wanting to piss off someone who could control these things, she slowly removed her hand.

“Can you believe that? Why would Drogon let her do that?” Jon asked in bewilderment.

“I don’t know. Perhaps the cold is effecting them.” Daenerys seethed, climbing onto the dragon.

“Perhaps they would let her ride them too? If would enhance our chances of-”

(Y/N) could sense the queens fury, her eyes like daggers. But what was also on her mind was the baby, Jon’s baby.“No, no Jon. I couldn’t possibly. Besides, I think Greywind would go mad if I did.”

“Are you really refusing to-”

“Jon, I can’t. Please, just trust me on this.”

Jon stood in front of her, blocking her view of Daenerys.“(Y/N), what aren’t you telling me? Are you alright?”

“Yes I’m fine. I just don’t fancy flying one of them.”

“You wouldn’t stop going on about how jealous you were of me. Please tell me what’s going on.”

“Alright, I will, tonight. Just go about the day as you would, don’t stress over me, OK?”

He stared at her for a few seconds longer, definitely not OK after those words. But knowing that he would get nothing out of her, he went to Rhaegal and mounted him before flying off with the mother of dragons. (Y/N) called the direwolf to her, petting him as a thank you for his protection. What he couldn’t protect her from was telling the truth to Jon and his reaction. Why couldn’t she have made up a better excuse?

(Y/N) had expected to see Jon late at night, assuming he was busy with planning. So when he burst into the great hall as she settled down for supper, she almost threw her plate at him in shock.

“Jon, you scared me.” she breathed out, clutching her heart.

He rounded the table and sat beside her, grabbing her hand.“What is it? What’s wrong with you?”

“Didn’t I tell you not to worry about me?”

“Yes, but did you really think I would do that.”

She smiled.“No I suppose not.”

“So?”

“So…” 

Where was she to start?

“You’ve noticed how Greywind has been more protective of me haven’t you? More than usual?”

He nodded.

“Well, I now know why. For the past week or so I have been sick most mornings, becoming tired much too quickly and-”

“You’re pregnant?”

All she could do was nod, not sure how to take his reaction. He was definitely shocked, but whether it was good or bad was up for deliberation.

“I can’t believe it.” he whispered out as he smiled, relieving (Y/N). He leaned across and hugged her.“This is amazing news.”

“Oh thank the gods.” she sighed.“That’s why I wouldn’t get on the dragon, just…well, just being paranoid.”

“No, you were right. If you got on that dragon and I found out about this later, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself.” he pulled away, kneeling on the floor before her.“(Y/N), I want to make an honest woman out of you.”

“Excuse you? Am I not honest an woman?” she teased.

“You know what I mean. Marry me, be my wife.”

“Of course I will Jon, you already knew my answer.”

Jon relished in the happiness he felt with her, he was grateful that she was back in his life. Yes, there was the dead coming for them, but he had faith; the amount of allies they had gathered was supplying hope for him. But he was living for that moment. They had kept their promises as children, they were wanting to get married, she was having his child. As they sat with each other, talking about the endless possibilities as to what their child would be like, he debated on telling her everything that Sam had told him, who he truly was. Maybe it explained Drogon’s actions, there was technically a Targaryen growing in her. For now he would not complicate things, he didn’t know what this battle would bring or what the outcome would be. He was living in the moment, and this moment was what he had been dreaming about his whole life.

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Hey, I saw your post about sending in blurbs, and was wondering if you could do a fluffy one with Robb Stark about his and his wife’s pregnancy/how he is with their newborn, if you haven’t already? I love your blurbs, they’re really great to read through when I’m feeling down and need a bit of a pick-me-up 😊 🥰

Aww bless you that’s so sweet I’m glad you like my writing!!

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Robb was staring down at the baby in his arms. The child was swaddled in furs and blankets to protect them from the cool northern air. Robb himself had taken off one of his thick cloaks to wrap around the baby for another layer.

He could’ve sworn he couldn’t feel the cold anyway.

Not with the baby in his arms.

Y/N had passed out as soon as the child had come into the world, initially worrying Robb beyond belief until Maester Luwin had promised she was going to be fine, it was just exhaustion. 

Which was understandable. It had been a long, painful birth. Y/N’s cries of pain had echoed throughout the whole of Winterfell and Robb had wanted nothing more than to be with her to attempt to quell that agony. But he hadn’t been able to. He had been barred from the room by his parents and Sansa, the women deeming it inappropriate and Ned working to distract him.

Not that he was successful in distracting his son.

None of it mattered anymore, though. Not now that he knew his wife was safe and well and now that his child was in the world.

His son.

The baby boy didn’t have a name yet. Y/N and Robb had spent months deliberating over the name of their child but had come up empty.

Robb sat carefully on the edge of the bed as he heard his wife begin to stir.

“Careful, my love,” he murmured as Y/N went to sit up.

“Are they-”

“He’s fine,” Robb promised.

“He?” Y/N repeated, her own eyes filling with tears and Robb nodded, a smile spreading across his face as he shifted the little boy into her arms.

“Our little boy.”

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I was the one with “#5,23,25 with Robb please? (He’s the one coming over to cuddle; that would be lovely)” If you don’t want to take Robb, you can also do a David one. Or both. However you like

Of course my love - but from the cuddling thing I’m assuming you mean prompt 22 rather than 23?? That’s what I’m using as it fits better anyway, I hope that’s okay??

Speech 5 - “You’re so warm”

Speech 22 - “Did you seriously come to my room at 3am just to cuddle?”

Speech 25 - “I’ve never seen you be so affectionate”

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“Y/N!” A weight dipped on the bed and Y/N groaned, rolling over as a wet nose nuzzled into her cheek.

“Grey Wind?” She mumbled, bringing up her hand to rest on his face, gently stroking down the fur.

“Alright then, greet him before me,” Robb huffed. Y/N turned and blinked over at him as Grey Wind moved away and curled up at her feet.

“Robb? What are you doing here?” Robb yawned and gestured for her to move over and she did, sliding across to make more room for her boyfriend. Grey Wind lifted his head, disgruntled, and gave them a disapproving look. Robb climbed in next to her and Grey Wind stood on the bed, circling a couple of times before settling down once more.

Robb wound his arms around Y/N and nestled his face into her shoulder, sighing out contentedly.

“Did you seriously come to my room at 3am just to cuddle?” She asked, bringing her hand up to gently tug through his curly hair.

Y/N was a ward of the Starks and had lived at Winterfell almost her whole life and had been in love with Robb for almost as long. It was a fairly new development, however, the relationship that existed between the two. Robb had only just admitted that he liked her back, after seeing how she acted with one of the men from the town.

“Are you complaining?” Robb mumbled, gently squeezing her tighter.

“Never, just wanted to make sure I had all the facts,” Y/N sighed, placing a kiss to his hair. Robb looked up at her and smiled lazily, pouting, silently asking for a kiss, which Y/N was more than happy to give him.

“You’re so warm,” Robb grinned against her lips and Y/N giggled at his words.

“Is that why you’re really here?” She asked and Robb kissed her again.

“And I missed you,” he admitted quietly.

“I’ve never seen you be so affectionate,” Y/N commented and Robb groaned, burying his head back into her shoulder, pulling her as close to him as she could get.

“Just promise me you’ll never leave me?” He whispered. Y/N chuckled slightly and shook her head.

“Where’s that come from, Robb?” She asked gently. The eldest Stark son held his love tighter.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “I just realised I can’t imagine my life without you,” he whispered. The sweet sentiment sent Y/N’s heart fluttering and she grinned at him, kissing his hair again.

“You’ll never have to.”

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joseph blake x reader where they got married before the war and he finally comes home

Hope it’s okay that I put these three requests together:

1 - “maybe for Joseph Blake how he comes home after the war is over and reader is there waiting for him with his mom after a couple years”

2 - “For Joseph Blake: Him going back home after the war and seeing his his girlfriend for the first time in ages. Then, he’s just so happy that he starts crying tears of relief and joy when he hugs her? Pretty please 🥺 I want some fluff haha”

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Joe couldn’t believe that he was actually home. One of his friends had picked him up from the train station and driven him to the farm house he had grown up in in the English countryside.

He began the familiar trek up the gravel path to his home, his eyes drinking in the sight he had been deprived of for so long.

Of course, he had been back on leave, after Tom died he had been allowed a week to return home and grieve with his family, and he had been home once before that as well. But those had been different. Those visits had been made in the knowledge that he would have to be returning to the battlefield.

Joe was in tears before he had even made it up to the door. 

He raised his hand to the door, going to knock, but before his hand could make contact with the wood, it swung open and a body collided with his.

“Joe! Holy shit! Joe, you’re home!” It was his wife, sobbing into his chest and Joe felt himself break at her embrace.

“It’s me,” Joe confirmed, his voice hoarse. “I’m home - I’m safe,” he whispered, dropping the pack he had been carrying one handed and crushing his wife to his chest. “You’re here.”

“Hasn’t left,” another voice piped up and Joe looked away from Y/N, his smile widening and his eyes going glassy again once more as he saw his parents stood just behind his wife.

Y/N broke away from him, letting out a wet laugh as he whined from the loss of contact but she stepped away to allow his mother to step forwards.

Mrs Blake cupped Joe’s face, seemingly unable to believe that he was back home and safe. Then, a sob wrenched through her body and she crushed her eldest son into a hug.

“It’s okay, Mum, I’m home,” Joe whispered, his eyes on his father, who had tears swimming in his eyes.

“I’m so proud of you,” was the hoarse whisper from the man before joining in on the hug. 

Joe moved one hand out of the grip and held it out behind him for Y/N to take, pulling her into the family hug.

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Imagine: Finnick, your mentor, helping you recover after you return from the Games.

Request: “Hello love, I was wondering if I could request? Maybe a Finnick Odair (Hunger Games) x female Victor from District 4 where Finnick was her mentor and helps her recover when she returns from her Games. I’m sorry if that’s too specific, but I’d love it if you could write it! Thanks 💛” For Anon.

      You got off the jet as it landed in the Capitol and your ears were instantly filled with a roar of applause. You didn’t even try to fake a smile, because all you wanted was silence, privacy, and most importantly, you wanted to go home.

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Annie came over with a bright smile, hugging you and giving you a kiss on the cheek. You were happy she was here. One of the most precious people  in your life, the other one was standing beside you.

“I wish you all the luck in the world.” She nods, congratulation you before stepping aside to let someone else through.

You had been in a sort of daze throughout the whole ceremony, not noticing much that had happened. The only thing you were concentrated on was Finnick. You were happier than you’d ever been. You hadn’t believed this day would really come but here you were with the man you loved more than anything in the world.

Finnick nudged you in the side and smiled at you when he saw you drifting away into your thoughts, “You still with us?” He whispers into your ear.

“Mhhm.” You smile back up at him, “Yes.”

He takes your hand and pulls you away a bit, “Ready for a dance, love?”

“Do I have a choice?” You reply, a small smile  tugging at your mouth.

“No.” He grabs your waist, swinging you around to the sound of the music, “I just asked to be polite.”

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Hello :) can I request a “dating finnick would include”? P.s. I love your blog!

DatingFinnick Odair Would Involve…

Growing up together in District 4 and being his childhoodbest friend.

Developing a crush on him as a teenager.

Regretting not telling him how you feel when he got reapedfor the first games.

Running into his arms when he comes back as victor.

“Oh my GodFinnick! I’m so glad you’re okay, I don’t know what I would have done withoutyou, I lo-”

“Please sayit, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say it.”

“I love youFinnick.”

“I love youmore Y/N.”

Going on walks on the pier every morning and watching the sunrise.

Moving into his house in the Victors’ Village.

Holding him in your arms and gently lulling him back to sleepevery time he wakes up from his nightmares.  

Finnick constantly flirtingwith you.

Finnick using cheesy pick up lines 24/7 even though you twoare together.

Breaking down into tears when President Snow announces thatthe Quarter Quell tributes will be chosen from the pool of victors.

Finnick convincing you that it won’t be him, “There areplenty of victors in District 4!”

Sobbing in his arms when he gets reaped again.

“Promise methat you’ll come back”

“Y/N I can’tpr-”

“Promise meFinnick!”

Staying up by the T.V. all day and every night while he’sgone.

Finally reuniting with him in District 13.

“I promiseddidn’t I?”

Finnick not wanting to spend another day away from you so heproposes.

Finally marrying Finnick after the war ends and livinghappily ever after with him.

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Being betrothed to Tommen was great. He was nice, very sweet and you always talked for hours when you were together.

You had thought it would become a nightmare, the Lannisters weren’t the most popular house around the seven kingdoms. With good reason as you soon learned. Tommen and Myrcela were different but the rest was just as you had imagined, cunning, cruel and calculating.

Joffrey seemed especially keen on tormenting you. You couldn’t remember ever doing something to him that could have made him mad at you, maybe it was just because you weren’t interested in talking to him or your distaste of the boy was more obvious to him than you realized. Whatever it was, you didn’t like it one bit. The thought of him becoming king one day made your skin crawl. Joffrey Baratheon on the iron throne would be a disaster for every living soul.

„Where are you going?“ You felt a hand, harshly grabbing your wrist and were slammed into the wall seconds later.

Speaking of the devil. You really didn’t deserve this but somehow he just wouldn’t let you alone.

„Let go Joffrey.“ You hiss and try to get your hand free.

„No.“ A cruel smile appears on his face as he squeezes your wrist harder.

The pressure is suddenly gone and you see Joffrey stumbling back, hitting the floor, „Leave her alone.“

You turn your head around and see Tommen. He grabs your hand and pulls you away with him. You had never thought he’d stand up for you like this, not because he didn’t want to but he was just always so incredibly peaceful and didn’t want to hurt anyone.

„Did he hurt you?“ Tommen asks and you shake your head before hugging him tightly.

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tommen baratheon: too much

ANON REQUEST: Hiya… I am really sorry I have no idea if requests are open or not but I was wondering if you could write a Tommen imagine if they aren’t… sorry… Maybe you could do one were the reader is Tommen’s wife and Bran Stark’s twin (sharing his abilities and they are getting worse after the loss of her fam at the red wedding and without her sis) and she is taken by the Sept when she wargs during court unwillingly and Tommen must figure out what to do Rest up to you. Thank you and I am sorry again.

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It was raining, and you walked on the mud, listening to the cries of advancing men and their steels. It was dreadful, the stench of death was everywhere, and you looked around and it was the Crossing. You heard loud cries, and the cheers as you saw your brother’s body mounted on his horse with Grey Wind sewed on his head. You moved further, your black wings wet from the rain, but somebody shook you away.

Somebody clutched on your arm, and you gasped. The window was open, and you saw the sun out in the clear skies. You looked to your left, and Tommen was propped by his window. “A nightmare?”

The image kept going back to you, and you felt the rain again. You looked at Tommen, reaching out to kiss his cheek. “A nightmare.”

Both of you dressed up, moving to break your fast but you stayed in your bedchambers for a minute. You requested all your servants to be out, the minute Tommen steps out as well. Once you were all alone, you weren’t in King’s Landing anymore. You were in the North, the snow fresh on your paws and you saw your brother. You licked his cheek, and he looked at you.

“Summer,” your twin brother beamed at you. But once he looked at Summer more carefully, he sighed. “Sister.”

His cold hands were atop of your head, and you licked his cheek again. He knew what happened at the Crossing, and the loss of your family worsens your shared abilities. Sometimes you would feel the painful ache when a Frey slit your mother’s throat and Bran would share that pain also. “I’m okay, sister. Go home.”

You gasped as you were in King’s Landing again. It was warm, and the sun blinded you as you looked at the window. You placed a delicate gold chain around your neck as you descended to meet your King down the Hall. Tommen saw you, and he smiled. You gave him a kiss on the lips, and you tasted the sweet wine on his lips.

“Wine in the morning, love?” You asked as you seated. A servant came and handed you a plate with fruits and honey. “You ought to watch what you drink.”

Tommen laughed and he clutched your hand for a second, and his face turned solemn. He brought your hand to his lips, and he placed a soft kiss on it. “I’m sorry for what happened to your mother and brother.”

The Red Wedding, you thought. You nodded your head at Tommen and sniffed. You pointed at his food, “Eat more, my King.” The talk of the Red Wedding ended, and it was back to Tommen talking about his problems of the realm, and you would listen carefully and offer advises. A loud knock on the doors made your servants open it when a thundering steps entered the room.

Tommen stood up, wiping his lips. “What is this?” He asked the men as they stopped a few feet away. They have scars on their forehead, the seven pointed star.

“Your Grace,” a man said with a fresh, bloody scar. The was angling his face towards you, and you stood beside Tommen. He wrapped his arm around your waist, and placed his hand on your back.

“I asked you,” Tommen thundered, confused of why the militant would come in the morning, and dressed like this. “What is this?”

“For the Queen, your Grace.” The men moved closer and the Kingsguard behind you, moved up as well. “A trial.”

“A trial,” you said moving away. “For what?”

The men didn’t answer you, yet they walked further, and their group crowded you. The Kingsguard were protecting Tommen, as the faith militant moved to capture you. You were thrashing their hands away, stepping on their feet as you went. Sturdy hands wrapped around your arms and your shoulder, and you moved frantically. “Get your hands off of me!”

“Hands off the Queen,” Tommen screamed, yet nobody moved. You moved closer to Tommen, holding out your hand and he reached to grabbed it, but a somebody twisted your arm making you fall in agony. The golden chain on your neck, fell as somebody tugged on it. Several pieces of pearls from your dress, fell as the men tugged on you harder. “Let go of her! I said let go of your Queen!”

You were already out of the room, still fighting to pry their hands away from you. Tommen was following you, but he was held out by his guards, and he was also screaming. You broke down letting yourself be carried away, and they dragged you out until you rode to the Sept. They had you beneath, trapping you in a cell. It was dark, and the lack of windows made it hard to breathe. You were locked, and everything you loved were out reached. You cried, thinking of what you did wrong. You longed for your husband, he was there for you, always and he protected you. He knew of your skill and he kept it a secret. But you long more, for your twin brother Bran, and the rest of your family. You tried to warg into Summer, to reach out to Bran but you couldn’t, it was too much.

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Tommen Baratheon Fluff

Request: Hey, I absolutely love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do a Tommen Baratheon imagine where it’s like the reader is still sleeping and he just like whispers things and it’s just really fluffy or like maybe it’s before they go to sleep? Thank you so so much if you do end up doing this x

You were dozing in an out of sleep next to your husband, Tommen. He always had trouble sleeping, but you were exhausted. Being King was taking a toll on him. “Y/N?” He whispered while carefully putting his arm around you.

“Yes?” You mumbled, not really registering what was going on.

“I love you, my queen. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’m happy you’ll be by my side while I rule the Seven Kingdoms.” He kissed you softly.

“I love you, Tommen. I wouldn’t want to spend my days with anyone else.” You rolled over to curl into his chest, “I can’t wait for you to meet our son.” You smiled.

Tommen gently put his hand over your elongated stomach, “He will be the best ruler that the Seven Kingdoms have seen.” He kissed your forehead and you fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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Out of Harm’s Way

Based on this request:  Could you please write about Tommen and Y/N (his same agae) getting married, and when she gets pregnant he very gentle and tries to keep her out of harms way, enlisting “uncle” Jaime to guard her when he’s not around

Here you are! My apologies for the wait! *Characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: pregnancy(technically teen pregnancy if you think about it), fluff. 

Pairings/Characters: Tommen Baratheon x fem!reader, Jaime Lannister

You were too young to be married. You were too young to be queen. You were too young for any of it and now? Now you discovered that you were carrying the king’s child inside you. You felt like throwing up. You only wondered how Tommen would take the news. You were the same age after all and you didn’t think either of you were ready for children yet. Still, you knew you had to tell him sooner rather than later.

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My Happy Ending [Robb Stark x reader]

“Well, we thought that Robb would’ve already agreed to this... but if he says no, you would have to marry Theon.” I felt the air leave my lungs as my aunt finished her sentence.

When I was younger, a lot younger, a war broke out in my kingdom, so my mother, one of the most important ladies in the Seven Kingdoms, had sent me to Winterfell so I could be safe. Catelyn had always been her friend, even before she married Lord Stark, so when she asked her to take me away, she’d done so immediately. Now here I was, an 18 year old who knew Winterfell better than her own home.

When I didn’t reply, my aunt continued, “I heard that between you and Robb was something. Now, I hope you didn’t gift him your virginity, because that would be messy for your future husband.” I scoffed, how dare she come over here and judge my choices.

She was actually right, II’d been with Robb for about 2 years before we had a big fight and decided to end things. He’d convinced me to marry him when the two of us became of age, but I broke it off during the fight. That happened six months ago and ever since we’d ignored each other. It was obvious we were still in love with the other, but that didn’t stop Robb from constantly bringing someone new into his bed.

If Robb would refuse to marry me, he’d completely betray me. He knew how much I hated Theon and why. He’d always been jealous of the power I had, even if it was only in my kingdom. If he ever found out that he could marry me if Robb turned me down, he’d do it on the spot. I’d always thought he was a slimy git and I couldn’t even bring myself to think about sharing a life with him. I’d always hoped I’d have a happy marriage, in which my husband wanted to marry me because he loved me. But I was living the life my mother wanted me to have, so happiness wasn’t something I should’ve expected.

It was now dinner time. I were brushing your hair, lost in my thoughts. I was going to find out if Robb was going to be my husband. My mind made up scenarios of how my future would look like based on who I’d marry.

I’d asked Robb to meet me in our bedroom, wanting to tell him the news away from people’s eyes. His face immediately relaxed into a smile when he opened the door and saw me waiting for him. He sat down next to me, “Hello, beautiful.” He said as he put his hand on yours.

“I’m pregnant.” I said before I had the chance to get lost in his incredible eyes. His smile widened, looking at my belly. I laughed, “I’m not showing yet, it’s still early.” He nodded, “I know, but it’s there.”

I shook my head, not wanting to think of something that might never happen. How would Theon react to such news, I wondered.

I’d called him to my bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, his words made me roll my eyes. “Could you tell me already, I have an army to train.”

“I’m pregnant, Theon.” He suddenly turned to face him. He looked at my belly for a second, yelling, “Finally!”, before turning around and leaving the room.

This thought made my heart break in a million pieces. Especially when I knew that Robb wouldn’t even probably think twice when he’ll refuse this marriage.

As I left my room I walked straight into a stiff back. The tall man turned around and my cheeks reddened. “I’m sorry.” I mumbled as I walked around him. He grabbed my wrist, “Y/n, wait.”

I turned around, “What is it, Robb?” He looked into my eyes, even if I didn’t want to meet his.

“Your aunt told about the marriage. I know you probably don’t want to marry me anymore, but I can’t let Theon have you.” I scoffed, “Thank you, I love it when you refer to me as an object.” I said as I turned around and left.

As everyone sat down at the long table, my aunt stood up. I groaned, she couldn’t even let us eat before she decided my future. “I believe it’s time for Robb to say wether he wants to marry Y/n.” I looked at Robb, begging him to say yes. He looked at me, but didn’t say anything. Everyone waited for a while, until my aunt cleared her throat. “Well, that’s a good enough answer-“ She stopped as I abruptly stood up and left the table. She shook her head in disgust, “So unladylike.” She mumbled.

I let the door shut on its own, not bothering to look back when I didn’t hear it close. I ran to a sun room, sitting on one of the couches, crying silently.

“Y/n?” I heard a voice call in the empty hall. I raised my eyes to the door as it opened slowly. Robb was standing there, looking at me with concerned eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked softy.

I laughed, “How could I be? My aunt is here to marry me off to someone who I thought didn’t want to marry me, but wants to do so just because he doesn’t want me to marry an asshole.” I pause for a second as I look into his eyes, “But then he doesn’t say anything when he’s asked, because he probably just wanted to make me believe I had a chance at happiness just to ruin it afterwards.”

He looked anywhere but at me, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d still want to marry me after what happened.” He gestured for my hand, “Also, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry in front of everyone. I can do better than that.” He smirked. He went down on one knee, and showed me a beautiful ring. “When we were together I’d been the happiest I’ve ever been. I couldn’t picture my life without you. But then we broke up and I had to live a life where you acted like I wasn’t there. I’m sorry for everything that’s happened, but we can fix everything. Together.”

I closed my eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay, but failings miserably. I nodded pulling him in a passionate kiss.

Happy endings actually happen, as long as you believe in them, I thought as I smiled at the love of I life.

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Being Pregnant With Finnick Odair’s Baby Would Involve...

[MASTER LIST] 

Being pregnant with Finnick Odair’s baby would involve:

Wanting kids since your relationship got serious but waiting because you know how the Capitol would treat them.

Spending endless nights coming up with potential names of future kids.

You’re delighted that Finnick gets into as much as you do.

Finnick knowing that you’re going to be a great mother one day and constantly noting whenever you do something motherly or act really tender and loving; he can’t wait for you to be the mother of your children.

Beginning a family after the Capitol falls.

The pregnancy is long and difficult but you know it will be worth it in the end.

Finnick being really attentive during your pregnancy and trying to do everything he can to help you.

Him worrying about whether or not he’ll be a good father. With the life he has led, he wonders if he’s too emotionally disturbed to properly take care of a child.

You bring him to sense, though.

You always do.

Announcing your pregnancy to your friends when you enter the second trimester and everyone being really happy for you. 

Katniss even comes up to you and tells you that she will baby sit any time you need; part of you is surprised another part knows that she’ll be a great babysitter because of how much she loved and raised Prim.

Finnick kissing you goodnight on the head every night.

Going into labour and being really scared but Finnick being by your side the whole time.

When the baby is born, you’re really unsure of what to name them even though you spend all that time hypothetically naming your would be child. You eventually find a name, and it’s a family name.

Finnick being a very hands on dad.

Getting pregnant again and being a lot more prepared the second time around.

Playing with the kids and teaching them how to fish and hunt.

Him telling them they can anything they want to be; they love their dad very much.

And, so do you.

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Steve Rogers Discovering that You Have Been Frozen Just Like Him - Headcanons

Warnings: hint of smut, fluff and a little angst

A/N: I loved this request! I changed a few thinks, hope that’s okay. Thank you for requesting. Enjoy~

You two met before he became Captain America, and he fell in love with you immediately

You didn’t care about his looks, only his heart

You worked in the army as an agent and that’s how you met 

You immediately knew that he is a kind a loving man

Although Bucky tried to seduce you, you told him that you have a thing for Steve

Bucky started to work on a plan to get you together

It worked

You and Steve kissed the day before he got the super soldier serum

You were there for him during everything

After he “died”, you continued to go on missions

You went on a mission one day, and the last thing you remembered was a gunfight, before you blacked out

You woke up in a room, it looked like a hospital

A man with an eye patch explained what happened to you

Apparently you were taken by Hydra, they wanted to make you into a solder or something but SHIELD rescued you

After you got the shock worked out, you remembered Steve

When he woke up and realized what happened to him, he needed time to process it

Furry told him about the situation

He told Steve about you

After that Steve couldn’t think straight

He needed to see you

To know that you are okay

A nurse walked him to your room

Since you didn’t know that the same happened to him you were shocked to the bones

At first you thought it was only a hallucination

But soon he assure you that he was really there

He ran to you, crying, and kissed you passionately

You were crying as well

“I thought I lost you.” he whispered

“I love you” was the only thing you said

The two of you got an apartment to live in

You soon realized that he was a passionate lover as well

He was inexperienced, but his instinct worked perfectly and you helped him:

Where to touch you

Where were your sensitive points

He learnt how to love you and make love to you

At first people didn’t believe him, especially Tony, that he had a girlfriend at that he wasn’t a virgin anymore

At one of Tony’s parties Steve introduced you to the team

Nat love you and she helped you to get used to the new fashion, she gave amazing ideas and suggestions

Steve was the happy that he had something left from his past

And you were glad that he was there to help you through all as you were there for him

The two of you got married a year later, a simple traditional wedding

A few years later, you became pregnant

He was the most protective husband on Earth

Your baby was the most loved in the universe

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Infinity War Battle - One Shot

Summary: based on the final battle on Infinity War 

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: may contain Infinity War spoilers (nothing important), but if you have not seen the movie better read it later.

You hate this moment, knowing that something is about to happen and the only thing you can do is wait, and that’s what you were doing, waiting for a purple alien named Thanos to come and destroy the earth. 

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All Thanks To You (Klaus Baudelaire X Reader)

WC: 1734

Warnings: Olaf is a dick, surgery talk, mentions of physical abuse.

Summary: While defending the Baudelaire’s, Y/N Caliban is taken by Count Olaf, and Klaus wants nothing more than to see her alive and well.

A/N: Ok so this was my first request for ASOUE! Thanks to the anon for requesting this and I hope you enjoy it! (It’s set during the Hostile Hospital)

The tension in the Library of Records could’ve been cut with a knife.

The only sounds in the room were the heavy breathing of the Baudelaire’s and Y/N – a girl who showed up at V.F.D in the company of Jacques Snicket and Olivia Caliban, and helped the Baudelaire’s escape – and the clicking of Esme Squalor’s heels on the laminate floors.

“I know you rats are in here, and I just want one simple thing from you. That’s all.” Esme called, her once soothing voice becoming about as pleasant as nails on a chalkboard.

Y/N Caliban closed her eyes and took in deep breaths. After Jacques Snicket enlisted her and her sister, Olivia, as volunteers, she had become slightly more proficient at dealing with high-stress situations.

Klaus, who was standing right next to Y/N, assumed that she was terrified (which she was but wouldn’t admit) and slipped his hand into hers to try and reassure her that they’d get out of the room alive and well.

“Come on, children, I haven’t got all day!” Esme said, starting to get exasperated.

Klaus made brief eye contact with Violet, and he could tell that she was going to run towards the exit. Klaus nodded and took in a deep breath.

As soon as he heard his sister’s footsteps he tugged Y/N’s hand and began running. Esme let out a noise that sounded like a growl and pushed over the closest row of cabinets, causing them to topple like dominoes.

“There’s no use running, orphans.” Esme said, and she smiled maliciously as she watched Klaus struggle to open the locked door.

“They’re all locked. So, either you give me the sugar bowl right now and we call it a day, or I’ll have to get it the hard way.” Esme said, looking at the four children with a sinister expression.

Violet’s eyes scanned the room, looking for any way they could escape. Suddenly she saw the file chute, and noted that it was big enough for them to get through.

“The file chute.” She whispered, and Klaus and Y/N looked at the chute, quickly catching on to Violet’s plan.

The horrific sound of falling cabinets got their attention, and Violet quickly sprinted towards the chute, Sunny clutched in her arms.

As Violet ran, Klaus and Y/N ducked behind another cabinet, hoping Esme didn’t see them.

“Klaus, we have to buy Violet some time. I’ll distract Esme, and you can escape.” Y/N said, her voice shaking slightly as she spoke.

“I can’t let you do that, Y/N. Why would you risk your life for a few strangers?” Klaus whispered harshly, and Y/N gave him an indescribable look.

“You do crazy things for people you love.” Y/N said, and Klaus’ eyes widened behind his round glasses.

Y/N placed a hand on Klaus’ face and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Now you run like hell, Klaus Baudelaire, and I’ll see you on the other side.”

Klaus nodded, and sprinted as soon as Y/N had finished talking. “Now, Esme. If you want to kill children for a part of a tea set, at least make it a fair fight.” Y/N said, stepping out into the open.

“I’d say you were brave, but I think, in fact, stupid is the right word to use here.” Esme said, and Y/N whirled around to face her.

“Well that’s just rude, especially coming from a woman dressed like Cruella De Vil.” Y/N said, causing Esme to scowl at her.

Esme shoved over another row of cabinets, and Y/N stepped to the side, avoiding the onslaught.

As cabinet after cabinet fell, Y/N found herself getting further away from the file chute. She couldn’t see how nervous the Baudelaire’s were, and she certainly couldn’t see the anxious look on Klaus’ face.

Y/N felt her back press against what she thought was a wall, and she was shocked to hear the sound of footsteps and falling metal had stopped.

“Given up so easily, Esme?” Y/N said cockily, and she narrowed her eyes at the sound of Esme’s haunting laughter.

“No. I just so happen to have you exactly where I want you.” Esme said loudly, and suddenly Y/N fell backwards into a pair of arms.

The wall she was resting against was actually a door, and she looked up to see the disgusting sneer of Count Olaf.

“I was hoping for a Baudelaire, but you’ll do just fine.” 

“Olaf has her, and I know it.” Klaus said, pacing back and forth anxiously.

“We know Klaus, and it’s awful, but we don’t know where he’s taken her or what he plans to do with her.” Violet said, placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder.

Klaus gave his sister an exhausted look before slumping down, his head in his hands.

“Well, he’s posing as a doctor, right? So maybe he’s taken her to a ward or something.” Violet said, and Klaus looked up at her hopefully.

“Maybe. That does seem plausible.” Klaus muttered, and Violet nodded.

The two of them spent at least 20 minutes discussing possible plans, when Violet came up with the thought of Klaus pretending to be a doctor, finding a patient list and locating Y/N’s room.

So, Klaus disguised himself as Dr Faustus and made his way out into the halls of the hospital. He heard the sound of upbeat music, and knew that it was the Volunteers Fighting Disease group, and made his way to them.

“Hello!” The leader of the group said once he’d seen Klaus.

“Hello. Would you mind lending me your patient list, as I seem to have misplaced my own.” Klaus said in a deep voice.

The volunteers looked hesitant, but handed over the list. “Thank you very…” Klaus said, turning around to leave but stopping once he saw a very familiar face.

“Who are you? I’ve seen you before.” Count Olaf asked suspiciously, eyeing Klaus up and down.

“My name is Dr Faustus.” He replied, and Count Olaf narrowed his eyes.

“You look a little young to be a doctor. Where did you go to medical school?” He asked, and Klaus swallowed nervously.

“Oxford.” He said, and Count Olaf let out a laugh.

“Oxford. Sounds fake.” Olaf said, and Klaus looked him in the eye very briefly before pushing past, making his way back to his sisters.

Olaf scowled as Klaus walked past, and he quickly moved to the ward where the girl was, knowing exactly what he had to do next. 

Klaus took a deep breath and pushed open the door, the hairs on the back of his neck raising slightly as he surveyed the room.

His eyes darted to the empty bed, and he felt his pulse begin to quicken. He approached the rickety bed, looking for any signs that Y/N had been there.

“Looking for something, Doctor?” The voice of Esme Squalor was one Klaus never wanted to hear again, but he turned around slowly, looking her in the eye.

“What happened to the patient that was in this room?” He asked, in his fake doctor voice.

“Oh, she’s being prepped for surgery.” Esme said, and Klaus’ stomach dropped.

He was about to ask Esme another question but was interrupted by the crackling of the PA system.

“Patients, visitors and members of the Heimlich Hospital staff. This is Dr Mattathias Madycle-Sküll, and I would like to request your presence at the operating theatre, where the first ever craniectomy will be performed by none other than Dr Faustus! Thank you.”

The room fell silent, and Esme looked at Klaus with a smugness he had never seen before.

“Craniectomy?” Esme asked with a feigned innocence. Klaus took in a deep breath and spoke.

“Well, ‘ectomy’ means to remove something, and ‘crani’ means head.” Klaus said, his eyes widening as he realised what was really happening to Y/N.

He rushed past Esme, the only thoughts in his head were about Y/N. Klaus wasn’t normally a religious person, but he was praying Count Olaf hadn’t laid a hand on Y/N.

When Klaus entered the operating theatre he immediately noticed Y/N, lying motionless on the operating table.

“Ah, Dr Faustus, how wonderful it is to see you.” Olaf said, and Klaus tried to keep all his anger towards the Count internal.

“Likewise.” Klaus said through gritted teeth. He looked at Y/N again, and noticed that there were bruises along her arms and legs. Suddenly he remembered the night Count Olaf struck him, and he was struggling to keep calm.

“Now that we are all here, let’s begin the operation. Dr Faustus, if you’d please.” Olaf said, passing Klaus a rusted old saw.

Klaus cringed as he held the saw, and he knew that, unlike Olaf, he could never intentionally harm someone, especially someone he loved.

So, after swiftly turning off the anaesthetic tank, Klaus Baudelaire decided to stall, and he stalled brilliantly. Just as he was talking about the history of the knife, he noticed Y/N begin to stir slightly, and his heart soared.

Unfortunately, Count Olaf noticed this as well, and decided now would be a good time to expose Klaus.

The crowd was shocked to find out the ‘doctor’ was actually a teenage boy, but Klaus only focused on Y/N.

“Klaus?” Y/N said groggily, and Klaus nodded, beaming brightly now that she was awake.

“I’m going to get you out of here, I promise.” He said, and Y/N smiled at him gratefully.

So, while the crowd was shouting and arguing, Klaus grabbed the table and wheeled it out of the theatre as fast as he could. Y/N gripped onto the sides, and looked up at him in admiration as they escaped.

As soon as they were reunited with Violet and Sunny, Klaus wrapped Y/N in the tightest hug he could muster.

Y/N winced slightly, and Klaus pulled away gingerly, remembering the bruises that littered her body.

“I’m so, so sorry you ever had to run into Count Olaf.” Klaus whispered, and Y/N gave him a lopsided smile.

“It was awful, yes, but look at the positives. I’m alive, and it’s all thanks to you, Klaus Baudelaire.” Y/N said, and Klaus went a rather bright shade of pink.

Sunny said something cheerily, that caused Violet to laugh and Klaus to blush even brighter. Y/N simply smiled, slipping her hand into Klaus’.

“Now, how about we get the hell out of here?” Y/N said, squeezing Klaus’ hand gently.

“I couldn’t agree more.” 

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Take a Bath

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Request: may i have a chris evans headcannon (or oneshot, you decide) that the reader breaks her leg and aren’t able to walk or take a bath by herself but she’s ashamed because she don’t wanna bother Chris and take his time and because he didn’t saw her naked yet?

Breaking a leg was something hard to deal with. You were basically unable to do basic stuff. Luckily for you, your helpful and lovely boyfriend was there for you. He helped with everything he could.

Since Chris was on a break from his busy schedule, he was able to take care of you. And you couldn’t be more thankful.

But the there was one big problem.

Taking a bath.

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