#bronn x fem!reader

[alessiathepirate]

Game of Thrones

A DECENT PRICE: Bronn x fem!reader

Summary: She's the one talking to Bronn about going to Dorne instead of Jaime...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warning: swearing, mentioned killing

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She hated Lollys Stokeworth, yet she couldn't say why.

She was the same naive girl as every other she'd met, but she still hated her with great passion. She hated how close she was to Bronn and how shy she became when she noticed Jaime. She hated how cute her laugh was and she most definitely hated that Bronn called her every sweet nickname he could come up with.

But still, that wasn't the time she started to hate her. That was the first time they've met face to face, sure, but she disliked her long before that. She despised her the moment Bronn explained that Cersei had promised him Lollys' hand in marriage if he won't fight for Tyrion's innocence.

And that hurt. It hurt more than she wanted to admit it. Even if she let Tyrion go with Jaime's help, life back in the Red Keep wasn't the same. She couldn't do what she used to do, she didn't have Tyrion or Bronn for company anymore - she was so damn lonely.

Her sister took everyone from her; both her favourite sibling and her favourite sellsword, and she was sure she'd never be able to forgive her for that.

But she was there, back in Bronn's company, knowing he's pretty much the only one left who doesn't hate her brother for no reason at all. Only if Lollys would just go so they could talk...

She wondered if Bronn wanted the same. She wondered if he'd like the thing she wanted to offer him, she wondered if he'd accept it. And deep down, even if she brushed it aside, she wondered if he missed her like she missed him.

"Lollys, darlin' why don't you go and show Ser Jaime the castle. I'm sure he'd like it."

Maybe he missed her too.

Jaime looked at her, his eyes questioning what he should do, if he should stay instead. She nodded and her brother gave Lollys his healthy arm to hold onto.

After a while they were out of sight.

She looked at Bronn and he looked back at her, then he smirked like he always did.

"I see that the trousers are back."

She smiled.

"Father's gone, my sister's too busy being a cunt to scold me, so yes. The trousers are back."

"I'm sorry 'bout your father." he said as he turned around and then they started to walk along the coast. He didn't offer her his arm to hold onto and she was glad that despite being a knight and having new clothes, Bronn stayed the same.

"No, you're not." she said as she avoided his eyes. "Even I can't feel sorry for his death and I'm his daughter. I'm sure you didn't like him at all."

"I tolerated him. He was still an ass to you though."

"Tolerated..." she chuckled. "Yeah, I guess I tolerated him too. When he wasn't fucking us over. Me and Tyrion."

Bronn stopped and so did she. They were further away from the castle, she couldn't see Jaime or Lollys anywhere. They were alone. Completely alone, like back in the not-so-bad days.

"You let him go, didn't you? Tyrion." he looked at her like he always did when Tyrion let him accompany her wherever she went - he looked at her with confidence and curiousity, like he's sure what she'll say yet he still cares how she'll say it.

She nodded.

"Well, I'm happy he's not rotting in that cell anymore. Give him my regards when you see him."

"I'll give him our regards when I find him."

"You don't know where he is?"

"No. I have no idea. But I think it's better that way - for now. If I knew I'd be happy and Cersei would know I know where he is. I don't want her to find him. Hell, I don't want Jaime to find him." she confessed with a sad smile. "Gods, I always tell you fucking everything."

"It's part of my charm." Bronn teased and she chuckled. "So the Golden Boy didn't take it well? Tywin's death?"

"No. Not at all. He said he'd cut Tyrion in two if he found him - that's why I won't let that happen. Not him, not Cersei, not even the fucking Gods will find him." she took a deep breath as she did her best to calm down. "But that's not why we're here."

"Here we go, and here I thought you missed me."

She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

"Of course I miss you! The Red Keep is boring without you around. Besides, now I have no one to drink with."

"I'm sure I could visit you from time to time."

Bronn smirked and so did she. They'd meet again, no matter how it will go, no matter what he'll say.

She grabbed the scroll she had in her - or rather Jaime's old jacket's pocket, and gave it to him with an apologetic, kind smile. She didn't like Lollys, that was a fact. But she cared about Bronn. And he'd never be heartbroken no matter what would happen, but she still wanted him to be happy - or pleased with himself at the very least.

Bronn took it and quickly read through it. She tried to look at anything else but him as he did so.

"Lollys will marry--" Bronn looked at her, she couldn't read his expression. Tyrion could read him well, but she couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. "But your sister said--"

"My sister says a lot of things and it's a surprise she's still alive after all those lies." she explained. "Cersei won't give you a castle. She wouldn't give me a castle either. We were helping Tyrion and she doesn't like it at all."

Bronn kept his gaze on her and he seemed unreadable. Unreadable and completely calm. Sometimes she wondered what kind of adventures he had been through to be that calm and uncaring about certain things.

"That's not why you're here. There's somethin' else." he pointed out facts really well.

"I'll go to Dorne with Jaime. We'll bring Myrcella home and I'd- we'd like you to come as well."

They looked at each other without a single blink and it reminded her of the times when they were doing this in boredom in Tyrion's chambers, when he was still dealing with Joffrey's stupidity as Hand of the King. They'd compete to see who blinked first. Bronn always won no matter how much she cheated.

"You hate Cersei."

"I do."

"But you'll go to Dorne to find her daughter..."

"I don't hate Jaime."

Bronn tilted his head and raised one of his eyebrows as if he'd say 'you can't bullshit me'. She really couldn't.

"I don't hate Jaime that much."

"It's still not a good enough reason to go. And if it's not a good reason for you to go then I won't go either."

She tried to remain cold like all the Lannisters who were great liars. She was a great liar too, but Bronn was too good at sniffing her lies out.

"In Dorne I can finally lose Jaime. And when I'm out of his sight I can finally go and find Tyrion." she explained, her lower lip twitching slightly as she waited for his answer.

Please say yes.

"Well, that seems to be a good enough reason." Bronn changed his posture, his hand landed on the handle of his sword as his back straightened.

"So you'll come with me?"

"For a decent price."

She laughed as she took a step back, her mouth hurting from the movements. It's been a while since she laughed.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. You are Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, you must have a very expensive price now."

"That's the world we live in."

She looked up at him with a smile, her cheeks slowly turning a shade of pink as she knew what she'll say. "Somehow I knew that's what you would say, so I already thought of a price."

He seemed intrigued, that much she could read from his expression.

"Really?"

"I paid you instead of Tyrion sometimes, of course I did!" she tried to act hurt, but failed miserably. Instead she just smiled.

"So what? You'll offer me a castle I won't get like your sister, or gold and silver like your brother?"

"I'll give you Casterly Rock." she said quickly, her mouth running dry.

She didn't think she would ever see Bronn surprised or confused for even a moment. But in those few seconds he looked like it, even if his face stayed completely calm, only his eyebrows raising slightly.

"Casterly Rock? Now that your father's gone you'll just give it away to a sellsword?"

"You're a knight now." she argued. "And I won't give it away. I'll keep it."

That looked like the very moment she broke her very best ex-sellsword. Bronn stayed completely still, even his fingers weren't tapping a rhythm on the handle of the sword.

"Jaime can't have Casterly Rock, he's Kingsguard." she began to explain quietly. "Tyrion can't have it either when everyone's looking for him in all the Seven Kingdoms. Cersei is too busy to notice that I'm stealing it from her, but if she tries to stop me I'll fight for the damn castle for you."

"But-- you can have it?" Bronn found his voice and pointed at her with his finger.

"I can." she confirmed and then with a grin added: "We can."

"You--" for a moment she thought Bronn lost his voice. "You never wanted to get married-- Tyrion said you never got married, because you always won against Tywin when--" she waited patiently for him to finish. "And you want me to marry you so I'll go to Dorne with you?"

She stayed silent and so did he.

"You know, I'm pretty sure I'd let you marry me even if you'd say no to Dorne." she said quietly after a while, avoiding his eyes.

Bronn looked at her like she grew a second head. She almost checked to see if he's right.

Then his eyes cleared, his fingers started to play a rhythm and he grinned.

"You missed me that much?"

She didn't know what to say to that. He continued to observe her.

"Or were you just jealous?"

A loud 'excuse me' was stuck in her throat as her cheeks turned red.

"I don't understand how this has anything to do with--"

"You were jealous!" his chuckle almost made her crawl away in shame. "Giving away Casterly Rock because of Lollys Stokeworth who I won't even marry-! Gods, you're a crazy woman!"

"Hey!" she tried to argue, but every other word was stuck in her throat when Bronn grabbed onto her shoulders and then touched her cheeks with both of his hands.

"A damn crazy woman."

"Every Lannister is crazy."

"But it looks good on you."

She wondered what she should do. She had been in war with him, she had been drunk with him, she had protected King's Landing with him... Yet none of those seemed as scary and unsure as that.

"It's part of my charm." she quoted and Bronn grinned. "But you, who wants a castle this badly, accuse me of jealousy... Other Lords would kill for that castle you know."

"I'm a sellsword, darlin'."

"A knight." she corrected him.

"Once a sellsword always a sellsword. I'd kill all those golden boys for you."

"For me?" she asked, her lips once again twitching. "Not for Casterly Rock..."

"You're my favourite customer, you deserve a discount."

She took a deep breath as his fingers pressed into her skin. She liked being close to him - that close.

"A discount? Really?" she teased with a small smirk. "What, you'll only take half the castle?"

"I don't want the damn castle, your sister can keep her castles."

"Gold then?" she asked as his thumb danced around under her eye.

"Your brothers gave me plenty."

"Rich man, huh?"

"Rich enough."

"I'm afraid I'm running out of options here."

"I'll take the other part of the offer."

She stopped breathing for a second.

They danced around each other for a long time. They jokingly flirted when Tyrion wasn't around or when Bronn was helping her learn how to be a decent enough fighter. But that - that was straight forward, no rational thought given.

And when Bronn finally kissed her she thought 'Jaime's gonna kill him'.

And then their lips started to dance around and she thought 'he'll kill us both'.

But all those thoughts were forgotten when one of his hands found her waist, pressing her close to him. Bronn was a good kisser, but then again, Bronn was good at everything - most of things. She didn't remember ever imagining his lips on hers, but she knew that's how she wanted a good kiss to feel. Just the right amount of passion mixed with the right amount of roughness.

"So," she began after they parted. "you'll come to Dorne with me?"

"Gods, you're annoying!" she laughed with him. "Yeah, I'll go to Dorne with you and your Golden Boy, so you won't get killed."

"I can defend myself, you know, I had a wonderful teacher."

"Yes, a rather good-lookin' fellow."

She smiled as she let go of his shoulders. She looked towards the castle Bronn most definitely won't get, and she felt rather happy about it.

"Can't argue with that." she joked. "Jaime's gonna kill us both."

"So you didn't tell him your plan to get married."

"Of course I didn't. He thinks I'm offering you some castle far from here."

"That's why I'll look out for your ass 'til we reach Dorne. Then I'll steal you away, marry you and help you find your brother." he explained.

"Oh, he'll kill us for sure." she said and then looked at him. "Can I steal you away now?"

"I was thinking of saying goodbye to Lollys."

She hit his arm with a pout.

"You'll come with me to have some wine before we go."

"And your brother?"

"He'll have a fun time with Lollys around. I'm sure she enjoys his company."

Later, with cheeks red from the wine, she climbed the ship with the men and when Jaime wasn't around to see, she rested her head on Bronn's shoulder, letting him grab onto her waist with anything but courtesy.

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Warnings: GOT

Word count: 2,033

Summary: Reader is a Stark stuck in King's Landing after everything and including her fathers death. The only one that seems to care about her is shockingly Jaime Lannister.

Authors Note: I think after the changes Jaime’s character made from being held captive by the Stark’s and losing his hand plus his time with Brienne that he would be protective of the Stark girls. The oath he made to Catelyn he didn’t want to break, so I think that means something. Just like he couldn’t himself but he helped himself and Breinne by sending her to go look after and find Arya and Sansa. - I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to be romantic or him protecting her because she resembled what he thought a daughter of his own would be like or if he was honoring his promise to Catelyn. I tried to leave it open.

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Y/n didn’t understand what she had done in life to deserve this treatment. To have the recent events happen in her life. To watch her little brother almost die from a horrible fall, to then having to watch her father be executed, she didn’t know where her youngest sister was, she had to watch her other younger sister be tormented by a brat that was only going to become a awful king, and her older brother by a year had started a war to get them back with their mother by his side.

But how she had managed to have the Queen’s rath bestowed upon her in physical abuse. Y/n didn’t know how that happened and she knew for fact she hadn’t done anything to deserve it.

But Y/n had been in Kings Landing long enough to know that Cersei and Joffery didn’t need reasons to be cruel. It just seemed to be part of their personality.

Tyrion was the only kind one to Y/n and Sansa. Along with his friend Bronn and man servant Podrick. Y/n didn’t trust anyone else in the Red Keep.

Lately Y/n noticed Jaime, ever since he got back he had been trying to get close to her and Sansa. But neither Stark knew what to make of it. He really was trying to get closer to Y/n, but Y/n was worried that it was some kind of plan from Cersei.

It was a normal sunny day, Y/n actually thought it’d be a good day to go out and walk or ride but leaving her room? That didn’t feel like a good idea, given her appearance.

Suddenly in the incredibly quiet room there were sounds of knocking on her chamber doors. Y/n gave a soft ‘come in’, just loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear.

Upon seeing Jaime Lannister Y/n nervously started ringing her hands at what they might have planned for her now. “Ser Jaime. To what do I owe this visit to?”

Jaime shook his head. “I’m not here on any business.”

“Oh?” Y/n was curious but she still wanted to be cautious. So she kept her head down. For more than just that reason though.

Jaime noticed the way she was holding herself and it reminded him of a scared animal. So he raised his arms to show he didn’t mean her any harm. Her behavior made his eyes fill with concern. “Y/n, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Y/n realized that this could be very bad so she needed to back track. “Ser Jaime, I-I meant no o-offense.” She stuttered shaking her head but still keeping it down with her hair framing her face to cover her face from his view.

“You made none. No reason to apologize.” He quickly reassured.

As they stood there Jaime took more notice of things. Things that were making him more concerned by the second. So he took enough steps to be standing right in front of her.

“Y/n, look at me. Please.” Jaime asked, but when he noticed how she was so hesitant to do as he asked. Jaime slowly raised his hand to lift her chin, as gently as possible to not spook her. When she was finally looking him in the eye, face to face is when Jaime noticed. She has a bruised cheek bone which to him looked almost like it belonged to a fading black eye, and she had a cut on her eyebrow and her lip. No wonder she was hiding her face, he thought. “Who did this?”

“No one, Ser Jaime. I fell that’s all.” Y/n quickly tried to dismiss, hoping he’d let it go. If she said something and he was sent by Cersei, then it’d get worse. If he was genuinely concerned for her and she told him, he might not believe her. His twin sister did it after all.

“Please don’t lie to me, Lady Y/n.” He pleaded with her. His concern was growing more and more. But he also had his suspicions. “Who did this?”

Y/n cast her sight back down to the floor, not wanting to lie to his face. With how much genuine concern was in his eyes and actions, she felt bad lying to him. “No one, Ser.”

Jaime let out a sigh, he could clearly see she wasn’t going to verbalize her answer. Which inwardly gave him his answer anyway and he could feel anger bubbling up inside of him. He knew in his gut who did this, and he wasn’t going to let it go. “Can I see you later Milady?”

Y/n nodded, stepping back still not lifting her gaze. Of course she said he could. He seemed to be one of the only people who cared as of late, but also she didn’t really have a choice. Not in her situation. “If you so wish to, Ser Jaime.”

Her behavior honestly scared Jaime slightly. She didn’t seem like the same girl he met in Winterfell or the same one that was in Kings Landing when he lft and was captured.

Ever since that encounter Jaime had been visiting and spending a lot more time with Y/n Stark. No one would bother her with him at his side.

But Jaime had yet to have that talk with his sister. But today was the day, he had heard some concerning things from the handmaidens assigned to Y/n and he was fuming.

“Ah, brother. What is so urgent that you came barging into my chambers without knocking.” Cersei spoke sarcastically as he barged into her room.

“What did you do to Y/n Stark?” He asked, getting straight to the point, face red with anger.

“The little bitch. Well, what did she say?” Cersei scoffed at even turning to look at her brother.

“Nothing. She said nothing. I came here to you on my own.” Jaime wanted to yell, how could she be so cold.

“How do you know it was me? The girl is quite clumsy.” Cersei smirked, and Jaime wondered if Y/n’s excuse of falling was something she was told to say.

“Oh, I know your handy work when I see it.” He scoffed stating a fact that not even Cersei could argue with.

Cersei could tell he wasn’t gonna drop it once she looked at him, so she sighed and said. “I assure you she deserved it.”

“I can guarantee that she didn’t.” He countered. Jaime knew how petty his sister could be and revenge was something she enjoyed. She wasn’t going to fool him.

“You weren’t here.” She shook her head and growled out her words. Why was he even bringing this up?

“Doesn’t matter.” Jaime didn’t need to be there to know Y/n didn’t deserve his sister's warth.

“Why do you care for this girl?” Cersei asked with a furrowed brow.

“Cersei-”

“No. Why? Why do you care for her so much? After everything her family’s done to ours?!” She yelled at him getting up from her vanity table and stormed over to where he stood.

“She had no part in that!” He yelled back, done with trying to be social.

“Why do you protect her?!” Cersei spat with clear jealousy. Of course she noticed him protecting her but why was what she couldn’t figure out and that angered her more and more. Someone having her twin's attention other than her never sits well with the golden haired Queen.

“Don’t touch her again, Cersei. I mean it.” Jaime stated in a low voice. His expression and tone shocked Cersei. He’s never used either on her and deep down it did shake her a bit. He’s never been this mad at her, or this deeply apparently.

Jaime was going to make sure that Y/n was taken care of. No one would harm her ever again. That he’d promise her. Not even his sister. If Cersei did she’d regret it because he was done with her cruelness.

“And what will you do if I do decide to touch her again?” She questioned as he looked at her so seriously she honestly was starting to feel uncomfortable.

“You don’t want to find out.” He stated before turning to leave, as he opened the door Jaime felt pride in himself. He stood up to his sister for something he believed in.

“Is that a threat?” Cersei asked with narrowed eyes trained on her brother's back.

“Its a promise.” Jaime said before slamming her door behind him. He felt good and now he felt a weight lifted off of himself and Y/n. Sure he still had to watch their backs but Cersei wouldn’t do anything to go against him if she was as smart as she acts.

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It had been a pretty normal day but Y/n just felt that they all blended together since so much had happened. Things had shockingly gotten better since Jaime and her had become close. But nothing good ever lasts is what she had learned being in King's Landing.

“Come in.” Y/n said upon hearing knocking at her room doors. She turned to face the door after hearing it open, seeing Jaime enter with caution. “Ser Jaime.”

“Lady Y/n.” He bowed his head with a soft smile on his lips, but as he looked around the room and noticed the uneaten food sitting on the table. Jaime’s concern came bubbling back up 10 fold. The handmaidens had told him she was skipping some meals and it worried him. But seeing it was worse. “The handmaidens said you haven’t eaten today.”

Y/n shrugged looking away from him. “Not very hungry.”

Jaime knew that part of it could be the stress of what's happened. It could also be her injuries that made it painful to chew, or it could be something Jaime really hoped it wasn’t. He didn’t even want to think about that idea.

Jaime stepped over to her, brushing her hair away from her face with his hand. Uncovering the still recovering injuries to her face. “Does it hurt?”

Of course it hurt still but he had been so kind to her she didn’t want to worry him. So she shook her head softly. “Not much anymore, Ser.”

“You don’t have to keep up the formalites with me, Y/n.” He smiled softly hoping to make her more comfortable around him. Show her he meant no harm.

“I shouldn’t-” She looked at him with wide scared eyes.

“I’m telling you you can. So you can.” Jaime stopped her calmly, looking her in the eyes. He could see how scared she was to do anything that might cause her to be harmed. Anything that might make it so she could be punished. “I won’t hurt you like my sister.”

“I-” Y/n’s eyes widened, just when he made her a little more comfortable again he say’s that. Y/n shook her head at him in fear. She didn’t tell him who did it so how did he know? Now that he knew what would happen to her? What would the Queen do to her now? Y/n was panicking on the inside.

“You didn’t have to tell me, and don’t worry I’ll protect you from Cersei.” Jaime told her, she had to know. But seeing her so panicked made his heart clench, so he started running his hand through her hair to comfort her and calm her nerves and mind. Jaime grimaced at her reaction for a second. This poor girl was terrified and it was all because of his family.

“How?” Y/n asked him while looking at him like he’s crazy. How could he, a knight, protect her from the Queen? Nobody could control Cersei.

“In any way I can, and I will. She will never harm you again. No one will. Not on my watch.” Jaime vowed to the poor girl that was stuck in this predicament. Not by her own choosing had any of this happened to her. And he was going to stop it and make her life better.

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Hi! Thank you for writing my request last time (Lipstick stains) and I love it! I just love your writing and I couldn't stop myself from requesting another one...

I found this phrase on Pinterest and I thought this would be a perfect smut for either Larissa x Reader or Brienne x Reader...

"I could explain how horny you make me, but I'd rather have you stick your fingers inside me and feel for yourself."

Have fun writing! :3

hello! thank you so much 🥰 i've written quite a lot of larissa smut lately and there's so much more coming so i've chosen brienne this time, i hope you don't mind! it also took quite the different turn but the phrase is in there 😂 i hope you like it <3 as usual, ao3 link in title.

warnings/content: nsfw - pwp, thigh riding, fingering + cunnilingus (r receiving), hair-pulling, fluffy ending (oops ^^)

words: ~2k

Satisfied

Brienne of Tarth x fem!reader

You pace the length of your girlfriend’s chambers, waiting for her to get back from a late meeting with the Small Council. These meetings were often held at the local brothel, mostly at the insistence of Tyrion and Bronn, ending the night with wine and women aplenty. Once the official part of the meeting was done with, Brienne would return to her chambers, greeting you with a kiss and filling you in on everything that had been discussed - mostly letting off steam about the incessant lewdness she’d had to deal with throughout the evening.

You would kneel by her side in front of the hearth, nodding in sympathy and tracing soothing patterns along her skin until she’d calmed down enough to join you in bed, cuddling until the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the purest form of bliss, having Brienne’s strong arms wrapped around your middle, feeling her warm breath tickling the skin of your neck, hearing her heavy, even breathing over the crackling of the fire. Intimacy in its sweetest, most domestic form.

Tonight, though, you had other plans. This morning, you’d woken up with a dull ache between your thighs. Brienne had been about to take care of you, fingers grazing your cunt, when you were interrupted by an urgent knock on the door - the Lord Commander’s presence was requested by King Bran. Of course it was. You’d let out a frustrated huff, watching your girlfriend as she dressed quickly in her armor and left you with a peck on the lips and an apologetic smile.

You’d tried to satisfy yourself after that, but nothing you did to yourself could hold a candle to the way Brienne could make you feel and your desperation had only grown as the day wore on. Your thoughts ran rampant all day with images of Brienne’s fingers inside of you, pumping and twisting, Brienne’s warm mouth on your pussy, licking and sucking, Brienne, Brienne, Brienne.

The door to her chambers opens and the Lord Commander herself walks in.

“Brienne.” You smile warmly, instinctively wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down towards you for a kiss. It starts soft, it always does, but as you become aware, once again, of the heat spreading in your abdomen, you press your lips more insistently into hers.

You let out a low whine, tongue swiping at Brienne’s lower lip, begging her to let you into her mouth. She acquiesces, reciprocating your own urgency and bringing her hands roughly to your waist, pulling you flush against her.

You take a few steps back into the room, pulling her with you as you go, attached at the lips. Brienne is the first to pull away, taking a deep, steadying breath and pressing her forehead into your own.

“Not that I don’t enjoy a warm welcome, but…” Brienne arches an eyebrow in question.

“Brienne, I need you,” you mewl pathetically, cupping her cheek and nipping at her lips. “You left me hanging this morning, and I have been able to think of nothing else all day.” There’s a desperation in your voice that isn’t lost on the knight, and the blood rushes to her cheeks as your words register in her head.

“Perhaps we should take care of that,” she murmurs into your lips, pulling you back towards the bed.

Her boldness makes you grin, a wetness pooling between the apex of your thighs. Brienne had been so shy at the beginning of your relationship, and was still sometimes hesitant to take the lead in the bedroom. But she was always eager to do whatever it took to please you, and you were enthralled with how she was, slowly but surely, beginning to open up sexually.

You move to straddle the expanse of one of her thighs, busying your hands with the laces at the front of your dress. Brienne’s eyes drift down to your cleavage, drinking in the expanse of your exposed skin, breathing quickening. 

As your hands move to explore your girlfriend’s armor and eventually find purchase on her waist, you begin to roll your hips, grinding your cunt into Brienne’s thigh. You feel her flex her muscle almost instinctively and a breathy moan escapes your lips. You’re already so wet for her, your juices staining your underwear and, beyond that, surely, Brienne’s pants.

Her face is flushed, pupils blown wide, mouth slightly agape. Her hands rest gingerly on the bed and you catch her fingers twitching. You imagine for the umpteenth time that day those long, slender fingers inside you, pumping and twisting, hitting your sweet spot. The thought alone draws another sinful moan from your throat.

You take Brienne’s hands in yours, still rhythmically grinding your pelvis onto her thigh, placing her hands on your hips just under the skirt of your dress as you pick up your pace. Her palms are warm on your skin and goosebumps ripple out from underneath them. Her touch starts out featherlight but as your moans grow louder, her grip tightens, fingers flexing against your hips, nails digging little half-moons into your flesh.

“C-can you…” you begin, a whine from your own throat cutting off your question.

“Can I?” Brienne’s own voice comes out a breathy mess, you can tell she’s trying to remain composed and you wonder how long she’ll be able to keep up the charade. She’s watching you with rapt attention, absolutely mesmerized by how you’re coming undone.

“C-can you flex again?” You grind down harder, trying desperately to find enough friction to send yourself over the edge, nearly seeing stars but not quite there yet. She flexes her thigh again, the muscle stretching taut against your sensitive bud and you find the extra friction you’re looking for.

You rut against her, allowing your head to fall into the crook of her neck. Brienne’s breath fans over your hair, her palms pushing you firmly down onto her lap as you float into your orgasm, thighs closing tightly around Brienne’s leg.

Brienne holds you steady as your breathing evens out. When you look up at her, there’s sweat on her brow and she’s gazing down at you with a hunger that sets you ablaze all over again.

She swallows thickly as you watch her. “Was that alright?”

Endearing.

"My dear Lord Commander,” you tease her with the use of her title, smirking at the woman and sliding off her lap to lean back onto the bed. “I could explain how horny you make me, but I'd rather have you stick your fingers inside me and feel for yourself."

Brienne’s eyes widen and she hesitates for a moment before crawling forward, nearly growling in frustration as her armor gets in the way. You laugh, leaning forward to cover Brienne’s fingers with your own as you help her with the straps of her armor, removing her shoulder plates and her chest plate, stripping her of the pieces one by one until she’s left in only her tunic and pants.

Your fingers come to the laces of your own dress, finishing what you’d earlier started and undoing them completely, watching the blood rush to Brienne’s face as you strip yourself bare. You lean back and allow your legs to fall open, rolling one of your nipples into a hardened peak between your fingertips as your other hand dips between your thighs to gather up the juices leaking out of your core.

You bring your fingers to your mouth, tasting your own arousal on your tongue, amused at the way Brienne is staring at you, stuck in some sort of limbo. Then, suddenly, she sets into motion, her lips crashing into yours in a bruising kiss, tongue fighting yours for dominance, a guttural moan forcing its way past her lips at your taste.

“You taste so good,” she moans as strong hands come to rest on your waist, fingertips pressing so hard you’re sure - you hope - they’ll leave bruises. 

“Touch me, Brienne,” you whisper against the taller woman’s lips.

Her fingers travel down your torso, brushing over the soft curls on your mound until they find your slick. She gasps when she feels how wet you are and you mewl in return. Her fingers start to explore your folds, running up the length of your slit, teasing your entrance before finding your clit and drawing tantalizing circles around the throbbing bud.

“Inside, please,” you gasp, wantonly bucking up your hips to chase her fingers. She slides a digit into your dripping entrance, waiting for a moment for you to get used to the sensation before adding a second and beginning to pump them slowly in and out.

Brienne settles between your legs so that she can latch her lips around your clit, sucking as if her life depends on it as her fingers continue to pump and curl inside of you, grazing at that sweet, spongy spot that has you writhing beneath her.

“That’s it, right there,” you groan, and Brienne hums in acknowledgement, the vibration against your pussy causing you to clench around her fingers. 

You weave your fingers into her golden tresses, nails digging into her scalp, pulling sharply at her hair, just like you know she likes it. “You like that?” You ask, giving her hair another tug. She whines, tonguing at your core with renewed fervor, fingers curling as you meet them with the thrusts of your hips.

“I want you to look at me when I come, Brienne,” you husk. Wide pools of sapphires gaze up at you, hazy with desire. Seeing the normally commanding knight a submissive, blushing mess, drinking from your core is enough to send you over the edge.

Your thighs begin to twitch as you reach your high, Brienne eagerly lapping up the juices that flow from your cunt. You press her face into your center, screwing your eyes shut and arching your back as everything around you begins to grow hazy, the coil behind your navel begins to unspool.

Brienne’s warm tongue soothes over your clit, your folds, the insides of your thighs, cleaning you up. She presses soft kisses to the tender flesh of your thighs, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin, then moving up to settle next to you.

Her lips are swollen, chin glistening with your arousal, hands roaming over your torso and pulling you into her. You soothe your tongue over her chin, her lips, humming at the taste of yourself on her.

She tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering at your jaw. “Satisfied?” Blonde eyelashes flutter against pink cheekbones, a hint of a smirk tugs at her lips.

You roll your eyes and wrap your arms around your girlfriend, tugging her closer as you pepper her face with kisses. “Satisfied,” you confirm, tugging the furs on the bed around the both of you, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth.

“Let me hold you tonight?” You murmur in her ear. Brienne scoffs, a smart remark already on the tip of her tongue, but you arch your eyebrow and jut your chin out in defiance and she clamps her mouth shut. She knows better than to argue with you when you’ve got your mind set on something. Her eyes flicker between yours, searching, waiting for you to take back your words, but you hold firm and she nods. 

You reach out your arms and Brienne settles against you, shimmying into position until her back is pressed firmly against your front. You drape your arm over her waist, hand splayed across her stomach, burying your head in the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent. 

“Are you comfortable?” You whisper, breath fanning over her shoulder.

A beat.

A contented sigh.

“Yes.” Brienne’s voice is low and content. It’s the only reply you’ll get, but it feels like a victory nonetheless.

Silence, save for the crackling of the fire.

“Brienne?” Her breathing has begun to even out, so much so that you aren’t sure if she has fallen asleep.

“Yes?” Her voice is heavy with sleep.

“I love you, you know.”

You can hear the smile in her voice when she replies, her own hand coming to cover yours. “I love you, too, you know.”

x

major thank you as usual to @afeatherformills for beta reading! ily!

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Dating Sandor Clegane - Headcanon

Modern Au! Sandor x Hispanic (Fem) Reader

A/n: I am Hispanic but I’m a No Sabo kid lol. I wrote this instead of cleaning my room. Comment below if you guys are interested in a NSFW headcanon.

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Sandor didn't see you at first. He heard you two aisles over. He was at a 24/7 supermarket. He usually goes at night because of his face. He didn't like the stares and the people pointing. His height doesn't help as well, so he tended to do stuff at night. 

He heard you yelling and at first he wasn't going to help because it ain’t his business, especially since he didn't understand what you were saying. He thinks it’s Spanish because his coworker Bronn, who was learning the language to impress his neighbor, Margaery had been yelling the word, coño for everything. He heard you yelling the word again.

He was going to walk away until you started to scream. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” Sandor was quick to push his cart towards your voice. He wasn't going to leave now since he heard that. 

“The fuck you doing?” Sandor yelled when he saw a man towering over you, practically pushing you against the shelves. The man didn't even say a word, one look at Sandor he quickly scurry off like a rat. 

“Que cabrón.” You mumbled under your breath as you watched the man run off. You looked to your right to see your savior but he was already turning away to leave. 

You quickly caught up to him and thanked him for intervening. His first thought of you was you were beautiful, very beautiful and you were nice. He was surprised that you offered to cook for him when you noticed the ungodly amount of frozen tv dinner in his cart. 

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach is the saying Sandor heard and didn't believe until he ate your cooking. He knocked on your door and his nostrils were filled with the smell of spices. His stomach rumbled and he was salivating. He never had a home cook meal before. You welcomed him inside and he was shocked at the amount of food at the table. Steak, rice, beans, salad, and all sorts of side dishes. Sandor learned what plátanos were and he fell in love with them. Maduros with cheese and tostones had become his favorite food. 

After a year dating him, you had mentioned to him about your family. He was a little bit weary since he knows you have a very large family. He has heard your family calling you on the phone while cooking or cleaning. Sometimes he would wave when your family video calls you on WhatsApp. Poor Sandor isn't used to it. 

He told you about his family. His sister died young and his older brother is in jail. Parents were gone the moment Sandor became 16 and he hasn't heard of them since then. You wanted to cry when he told you about his childhood and how he got burned. 

You bribed Sandor to come with you to your nephew's birthday.  You told him this would be the best way to meet the family. You would be cooking maduros with cheese for the next two weeks. 

Sandor didn't want to go to the party empty handed even though you already bought a gift. He didn't want to be rude but he thought you were joking when you told him he can bring a pack of Corona to the party. “But it’s a kid's birthday.” He told you while you were doing your hair in the bathroom. 

“Babe, we are Hispanic. We have beer for every celebration.” Sandor bought 2 packs of 24. He wanted to get on your dad’s good side.  He wasn't feeling nervous until he parked in front of your childhood home and saw the balloons tied on the railing of the stairs.

“Relax, mi amor. You look good.” You gave him a quick kiss on the lips. He wore dark blue jeans with a button down shirt. He had even trimmed his beard and combed his hair. He was still nervous that your family wouldn't approve of him or would make fun of his looks. You watched as Sandor got out of the car and carried the beer with ease. 

His stomach was flipping when the front door opened and a small older lady came out wearing an apron. “Mija!” Sandor knew it was your mother. You had shown him many pictures of your family. Your mother gave you a big hug and a kiss on your cheek. 

“Mamá, este es Sandor, mi novio.” Sandor had placed the cases of beer on the ground and was going to shake your mom’s hand when she walked towards him and gave him a hug. You grinned at the sight of your mom next to Sandor. The top of her head reached below his chest. 

You couldn’t help but grin when Sandor started to blush by your mother’s hug. “Ven. Ven.” Sandor and you made your way to the backyard. Sandor can hear the music playing in the background, children laughing, and people dancing and talking. He kept looking at the flashy and colorful decorations. It was something he wasn’t used to hearing and seeing but he liked it. Everyone looked so happy. 

Beforehand you had told Sandor that he had to introduce himself and greet every single family member. Sandor was feeling a bit overwhelmed, he hasn’t received so many hugs and kisses on the cheeks in his life. No one seems to mind his features. He got nervous when your little cousins, nieces and nephews came towards him. Children were always scared of him. They all looked at him with wide eyes. 

The kids weren't shocked by his face at all. They were just simply amazed by how tall he was. Your mother had to come and tell the kids to run along when they started to form a line so they could be carried on Sandor’s shoulders. They yelled how they could see mountains and the oceans while they sat on his shoulders. They compared their small hands with his very large hands. You had to calm your tias down because they kept telling you how tall and built he was. 

Your father opened a beer for Sandor and sat next to him while your mom fussed over Sandor, making sure he had enough on his plate. Sandor had to unbuckle his belt after the fourth plate of food. You tried to tell your mom that Sandor was stuffed but she wouldn’t have it. 

“Pero hija es tan flaco y alto que significa que necesita comer más.” You shook your head at your mother. “Calentaré unas tortillas para Sandy.” She said, watching Sandor scarf down another plate of food happily. 

Some of your family members started calling Sandor, Sandy because they couldn’t pronounce his name due to their accent. Especially the little kids but Sandor didn't mind it though, he found it kind of funny. Since the nicknames he usually is given are mean ones.  

Sandor smiled when it was time to cut the cake and saw your little nephew sitting behind a big cake. You were standing next to Sandor as everyone sang Happy Birthday.  You looked at Sandor and saw him clapping his hands instead of singing, since everyone was singing in Spanish. 

It was official, Sandor a.k.a. Sandy was your nephew’s best friend. Your nephew was in tears because the pole that was supposed to be holding the piñata broke. Sandor rose up from his seat and held the paper machete rainbow colored donkey above the kids head. Afterward, your nephew was sitting on your lap as he was showing Sandor his little bag of candy along with small toys he had gotten from the piñata.  You were in shocked that your nephew gave Sandor a manicho, a chocolate bar with peanuts for him to try. These little kids never share their piñata candy.

“Tiene ojos tristes, mija.” Your mother told you as she sat on the chair next to you. Both of you were looking out to the backyard to see your cousins talking with Sandor as they stood by the grill.  You agreed with your mother. “He doesn't have a good family, mami.” 

“Ahora tiene una nueva familia.” Your mother had told you before leaving. You knew she was right as you watched the little kids hugging Sandor’s legs while he shook your cousin’s hands.

“This is for you, mijo.” Sandor was about to refuse but saw you shaking your head as your mother started to tie the plastic bags filled with Tupperware of foods from the party. Both of you stood by the door saying your goodbye to your parents when Sandor felt your mother tugged on his shirt making him lean down so she can kiss his burned cheek.

The ride home was quiet, you kept stealing glances over at Sandor. He had a faint smile on his face as he drove to his apartment. Getting inside and walking to the kitchen with the leftovers that your mother packed, you were storing them in the fridge when you heard Sandor come into the kitchen. 

He said your name softly and you looked over at him. “What does mijo mean? Your mother called me that before we left.” You shut the door of the fridge and walked over towards him. “It means son.” Sandor looks away from you for a moment and you hug him. He wraps his arms around your shoulders pulling you closer to him.

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Nothing That Will Stop Me

request: hello! i saw your recent post and was wondering if i could request a jaime lannister x reader fic, where the reader was captured (much like he was in season 2) and he kept looking for her but couldn’t find her, and she finally finds her way back to him after months. and it’s like their reunion and he’s so relieved yet concerned and he takes care of her and yeah :)

thank you and i hope ur having a good day! and ofc feel free to ignore this if you don’t feel comfortable writing it <3

summary: After enduring months of suffering under the hand of your captor, the dragon queen Daenerys Targaryen, your memory and studies of the guards allows you to narrowly escape and make your way back home to the one person who never stopped trying to find you, Jaime.

characters: jaime lannister x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending, romance, reunion, captivity, wounds, cursing, imprisonment, almost death, murder, unsexual nudity, bathing scene, anti-daenerys targaryen

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In hindsight, maybe it had not been a good idea for you to accompany Jaime for the capture of Highgarden.

But you were a warrior just like he was, and neither your gender nor the expectations put upon you would stop you from participating in the fight that surely was to occur as you took Highgarden and all of its resources.

Your only regret was that Lady Olenna had to die.

While she may have seemed like a stone-cold bitch (and she was), she was also a woman that you had admired very much.

She would speak her mind with no regard or care for who was listening, got people to do what needed to be done, and even got shit done herself.

You had been suspicious over the true identity of Joffrey's murderer, as you simply knew that it could not be Tyrion who had done it.

So when Olenna had confirmed it for you and Jaime after drinking the poison, you were not surprised at all. No, you knew exactly why she had done it. For her lovely granddaughter.

The same granddaughter who was now ashes where the Sept of Baelor used to be.

Ironic, wasn't it?

Not long later found you, Jaime, and Bronn on the road back to King's Landing, watching as the carts and the men slowly made their way with the new resources.

Bronn had been paid handsomely, as was expected, and you just sat there and waited for what your lover wished to do next.

The main reason why you coming was a mistake, Jaime would later think, was that nobody thought about what the dragon queen would do in retaliation.

The Dothraki screamers were a sight to behold, and you had truly never been so scared of anything more in your entire life. Those men were ruthless, skilled fighters who knew exactly what they were doing.

And then Daenerys Targaryen herself flew in on her dragon and began burning everything in sight, and that's when you knew you were truly fucked.

You didn't foresee being captured at all. You simply thought that you would be slain in battle due to the chaos that surrounded you. Assumed that you would die while attempting to protect yourself.

Losing sight of Jaime was a clear mistake. You didn’t see him again during or after the fight. Perhaps that was a good thing, but you didn't know if that meant that he got away or if he was burnt to a pile of ashes.

When you later stand among the captured men being threatened by a dragon to kneel and submit to the new queen, you knew you could not do so. Simply for your loyalty to Jaime. No one else.

You would never betray him.

When you saw Tyrion Lannister you were not entirely shocked. Knowing that somehow you would be crossing paths with him again. And when Daenerys questioned a woman being a soldier you had simply stared at her, no words to say for the spiteful woman who had just burned so many men alive.

She was clearly ready to burn you alive as well, a look of pure rage and death in her eyes, but luckily for you, Tyrion's oh-so-smooth tongue and fanciful words about your connection to the Kingslayer Jaime Lannister seemed to sway her, and suddenly you were a prisoner.

You had lost track of time as the days went on. You did not know if it had been days, weeks, or months since you had been separated from Jaime.

You did not even know where you were at this point. Dragonstone? Where Daenerys had set up her base? Maybe you were somewhere in Essos, shipped off far away never to be found again before you die. You simply had no idea. All you knew was that you were carted off for days upon days on land before being brought onto a ship where you remained for a few more days. Before leaving the boat you were blindfolded and bound and dragged to the cell where you have stayed ever since.

You had thought about escaping of course, but you knew that your chances of surviving were slim, as all of the people in the queen's employ were ruthless and willing to do anything for her.

So here you remained. Unknowing if the love of your life was dead or not. Clueless as to whether you would be able to get out of this alive and try to find him.

But if he was alive, was he even looking for you? Was he even trying to find you?

You didn't know.

Maybe you never would. Maybe you would die in this dark, cold cell with no one even remembering who you are or what your name was.

But you didn't want that. You really didn't.

The only upside to being sequestered to the same cell day in and day out is that you've been able to just sit and watch when your guards changed, what time of day it was, how long each guard would stay for, and everything else that would help you plot your escape.

You knew exactly when the perfect time for you to attempt it was, the only problem that you were going to encounter was figuring out where exactly you were the second you got out.

Being brought here on a boat brought about the biggest problem that you would come across. If you were on Dragonstone, which would make the most sense, you would somehow need to find a smaller boat of some sort to cart you back onto the mainland.

So you hoped you weren't on Dragonstone.

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You ended up being on Dragonstone.

Honestly no surprise there, you saw it coming from a mile away.

You could also see the dragons that circled in the sky.

If they hadn't almost killed you the day you had been captured, you would have thought them beautiful and majestic up there. But now, all you could think about was the death and fear they wrought.

Getting far away enough from the castle and using your knowledge of the maps you had studied had luckily gotten you to the single village that resided on the island. Finding some food and a boat to steal from there hadn't been any harder, and you had luckily been able to row yourself east until you hit land, rowing until you could barely feel your arms.

The plan from there was to start heading south until you would hopefully hit Kings Landing and be able to see if Jaime was there, hopefully still alive and breathing and not burnt to a crisp like many others.

When you did end up finding land, you decided that sticking to the coastline would be your best bet of not getting lost and went south for a whole day on foot until you reached Duskendale. When you asked the barmaid at the nearest tavern and inn how far Kings Landing was from there, she told you on foot it would take about a day and a half of travel.

Exactly what you needed to hear.

You spent the night at the inn using the coin that you stole while on Dragonstone.

It was honestly the best night's rest that you had had in ages. Whether it was due to the hay bed that you laid on or the fact that you knew that you were going to be reunited with Jaime soon, you were luckily able to rest through the night with no disturbances. You continued your journey in the morning.

You weren't used to walking long distances like this anymore. After your imprisonment, you were feeling weak and tired. The muscles that used to line your body were no longer strong due to disuse, and the lack of good food and water helped to ensure that you were not at your best. 

So the day-and-a-half trip that was predicted turned to two and a half days, as you rested often and refused to push your body to the limits.

No use in rushing back home if you would just die along the way.

And almost three days later when you kept walking and began to see the red keep in the distance you could have cried in relief. It would only be a few hour’s walk and then you would be home. With Jaime.

If you didn’t die in the slums of Kings Landing first.

Arriving in the city was no different than the thousands of times you had done it before. The only difference this time was that you would have to make your way to the red keep on your own, with no guards or carriages to cover you.

Luckily you were not recognizable at this point as a proper lady. Your hair was marred with dirt and tangled from your imprisonment. Your clothes were ratty and almost falling off of your back. You blended in completely with some of the poorer folks of the city, and as you continued making your way through street after street you started to become worried that you wouldn’t even be allowed in the red keep at this point.

Luckily you had spent many a moon in the castle. Which meant that you knew some of the secret passages like the back of your hand.

It was easy to find the nearest one that led to Jaime’s room again. You had never forgotten it even when you spent moons alone in your solitude. 

You had spent many nights sneaking in and out of his rooms, doing things that you shouldn’t have been doing, and going into the dangerous city when you knew it wouldn’t be recommended for a lady of your status.

But the lady of your status that you were supposed to be was non-existent, and the warrior you were captured as had much to say and much to do. Like sneaking into the city.

But that didn’t matter anymore.

All that mattered was being home.

You were walking up the last staircase now, taking your time as they took their toll on your weak frame.

Just a few more steps and the wall on the left would push straight into Jaime’s room. Opening up right behind a large tapestry that no one would have suspected. 

Luckily the sun was still high up in the sky, meaning that you wouldn’t be coming into the room while he was possibly sleeping.

If he was even here.

During your time getting back to King's Landing you had much time to think about where Jaime could be. If he had made it out of Daenerys’ attack. You hadn’t seen him when you had been lined up with the others, but that could mean anything. He could have been able to get away or he could have been burnt to ash. Unrecognizable to everyone. A pile of ash.

You had to hope that he was still alive though. That he had made it out and had been hoping, waiting, and searching for you while you plotted your escape from the dragon queen.

Now would be the time to find out if it was all for nothing.

If you were to enter this room just for him to be dead, you would have escaped for nothing.

You would have rather died in that damp musty cell than come all the way here just to have your heart broken.

At this point, you don’t even know what you'd do if you were to find out that he was gone. You didn’t want to think about it. Not now. Not while you were so close.

The door was right there now. All you had to do was push and it would lead you straight into his room.

When you did so, it didn’t feel like anything special. It was just any other secret passageway door. It opened until it was slightly hindered by the tapestry that rested against it. But you kept pushing with all of your might until there was enough room for you to slip through and push it back closed.

When you turned to take in the room it was like nothing had changed. It still looked the same as the last time that you had seen it. Lush, red, and gold, with some of Jaime’s belongings strung about.

And there, in almost the center of the room, sat Jaime.

He was at the table that you both frequently ate at, drinking a glass of wine and staring at the table as though it had the secrets of the world inside of it. He had a blank look on his face, not portraying any clear emotion.

You felt the tears start to well up in your eyes at the sight of him. 

After all these months, all of this struggle you had finally made it back to him. And he was okay. 

He was alive. It’s the only thing you could have ever asked for. Prayed for.

You stood there for a moment, taking in the mere sight of him. Absorbing it all.

It was like he hadn’t changed at all. His golden brown stair still shined the same. His rugged beard that lay on his jaw was unshaven and messy, exactly how you liked it. The only difference was the bags under his eyes. He looked restless and like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

And maybe he hadn’t. Maybe he was so heartbroken and worried over your capture that he had not been able to sleep properly the whole time.

Of course, you were right.

You couldn’t stand there any longer, you needed to hold him. Feel him. 

“Jaime…” Your voice croaks out.

His eyes widen, and his head jerks a little but his eyes remain glued to the table. Like he can’t believe he heard your voice. Like you're unreal.

You murmur his name again, and this time he turns his head to look in your direction. His eyes are wide, full of shock and disbelief. “What…” He whispers it, the sound barely heard from where you stand across the room. He stands up slowly, eyes still on your frame as though you’ll disappear if he looks away. “Is it really you?” He questions, slowly stepping towards you as though you were a frightened doe.

A smile starts to spread across your face, your eyes widening in relief. “It’s me, Jaime.” And take your own steps towards him, meeting him halfway.

When you both come together again everything feels right. His arms wrap around you as tight as they possibly can, his right arm around your waist while his left wraps around your shoulders with his hand cradling your head. Your arms come to wrap around him just as tight.

You stand there for a moment, feeling the warmth that his body emits. His breath hot as it brushes the top of your head in quick pants. You can feel the scratchiness of the top he wears.

But then you feel the shuddering that begins in his chest and leaves his mouth as a sob. He pulls you in tighter, breathing picking up as he begins gasping for breath as more and more sobs leave his body and warm tears start to fall onto the top of your head as he cradles it into his chest.

Tears have started welling up in your own eyes at this point, soon turning into sobs of your own as you both hold each other with plans of never letting go.

At this point, Jaime had thought you dead. He thought that you had been either killed in the Reach or captured by the false queen and executed for being her enemy. But here you were. Warm, whole, and in his arms again. Although you did look worse for wear. Hair tangled in knots while your clothes lay in almost tatters on your body. You were dirty, mud and dirt smudged across your face and under your nails. But it was you, and at this moment you had never looked more beautiful to him. You were alive.

He loosens his grip around you and pulls back slightly so he can look at your face. His eyes meet yours and you smile in joy when you see that happiness that reflects back at you. “I thought you dead.” He whispers, his left hand moving from the back of your head to cradle your cheek.

You move your own hand to cover his, “I thought you dead as well. I did not know if you had escaped or not.” You turn away a little bit and close your eyes at the memory of the nights you cried until you passed out in the cell. Cried at the thought of him dead forever. “I had no way of knowing if you died. The fields were ash by the time she captured the rest of us.” You turn to look back at him now, the look on his face mimics your own.

“I had hoped for so many nights that you were not dead, but the thought of you captured did not sound any better.” A scowl starts to mar his face. “Knowing that that false queen had you this whole time-” He cuts himself off and abruptly pulls his arms off of you, not taking note of you jumping in shock at the action. He then starts to pace the floors of the room, running his hand through his hair. “I will have her head for what she has done.” He continues pacing, not looking at you as he shakes his head in anger at the audacity of that Targaryen whore before he abruptly turns his head in your direction and stops pacing. “Look at you.” 

He walks back over to you, picking at the rags that cover your body. “I’ll have the maids prepare a bath for you.”

And then he’s walking towards the door, calling out to the maids for a meal and a bath.

All of the maids come rushing into the room in a flurry, and you just stand there and wait as Jaime directs them on what food and clothes he wants them to bring for you.

You only stand there waiting for a few short minutes before the bath is ready, as it’s the one thing he impressed upon the maids as most important. 

When you walk into the bathing chambers the large marble bath that rests within it is full of steaming water filled with flowers and oils. You feel all of the stress simply fall off of you as you breathe in the warm air and let it soothe you. 

Jaime walks in immediately after you, folded clothes resting in his hand for you to change into when you are done bathing. He sets them done before walking over to you, eyes wide and open. “Allow me to help you, my love.” He says and you simply nod while he begins to undress you.

He pulls off the tattered tunic that you wear, throwing it to the side before he unwraps the band you have covering your breasts, allowing you to breathe freely with no restrictions. Next, he rids you of the breaches that you wear, basically tearing them off due to the rips and holes that they already possess. 

The entire time you watch him as he works, watching as he uses his one hand to help you undress, providing one of your hands in assistance whenever he has trouble. Something that you have both long since grown used to doing.

Once you stand bare before him he lightly grabs onto your shoulder to guide you over to the tub. “Rest in the tub for a moment, love.” He helps get your weak frame into the water. You only realize now how exhausted you are. You haven’t eaten a proper meal in months and using your muscles after going so long without has proven to be a strain on your energy. You simply nod as you feel the hot water soothe and calm your aching muscles.

You don’t know how long you sit there before Jaime is asking you to dip your head back into the water to wet your hair so that he can brush through it for you.

“I never wish to be separated from you again, Jaime.” You whisper into the warm air, turning your head so that your eyes can meet his.

He looks into your eyes, his green ones meeting your own, “Trust me, we will never be apart ever again.”

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𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 ✧

Dominik Mysterio x Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺- 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Word Count: 7,150 words A/N: I had to write for my 2 husbands, cause they are too fine! This took so long, hope ya'll enjoy! Warnings: Wrestling related violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, unwanted advances.

You wore a smirk on your face as you made your way into the arena, your NXT Women's championship shining brightly around your waist.

You reveled in the attention and turning of heads as you strutted to to a secluded corner. Your mini black dress showed off your curves, the long locks of your curly red wig adorned with golden hoops framing your beautiful face. You looked damn good and you knew it.

It wasn’t the attention from the people you wanted, though. But you’d get that soon enough.

You continued walking until you were in front of the locker room, knocking on the door. “Ilja, you in there? Everyone decent?” You didn’t want a repeat of last time.

A deep accented voice yelled back in response, “Come in love!” You pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding your best friend Ilija sitting on one of the benches, lacing up his boots. He looked up at you and gave you a warm smile that turned into a playful grin as he took in your attire.

"You look stunning, love. All this just to be by ringside for my match?" 

You giggled and gave Ilja a playful punch on the arm. "What can I say? You're a very lucky man."

Ilja chuckled, motioning to the empty spot next to him, and you slid onto the bench beside him. "That I am. And I'm gonna need some luck tonight against Bronn." 

You pursed your lips, a concerned look on your face. "You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to getting hurt for me." 

Ilja placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. "Don’t worry about me love. Bronn crossed a line with you, and it's time someone kicked his ass. And taking my pick for either the NXT or NXT North American Championships makes it all the more sweeter."

Ilja wasn’t lying, Bronn had taking a lying to you the past few weeks.

Whether it was because he was messing with Ilja and wanted to get under his skin by bothering you, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that you were sick and tired of him breathing down your neck constantly, not taking no for an answer and trying to corner you everywhere and get the two of you alone.

And trust me, you said no plenty of times.

You nodded in agreement, giving Ilja a grateful smile. "I'm glad I get a front row seat to his ass kicking."

"You sure you want to be that close? Especially with Melo and Dominik standing by? I don't want them trying to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile at the mention of them. So maybe your intentions with helping your friend weren't entirely innocent, so what! Two of the hottest men in NXT were interested in you, and you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy while watching Ilja make Bronn regret every decision he made.

It all started a few weeks ago after you had a grueling match with Roxanne Perez. You were sweating and making your way to the back, wanting nothing more than to wash all of the pain away.

You were so out of it, not realizing you were walking on autopilot until you bumped into a hard chest. Your body collided with a solid wall, and a strong pair of arms reached out to steady you. Startled, you looked up to see Carmelo, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

"Whoa there, sweetheart. You okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his deep voice. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered out a rare embarrassed apology.

"I, uh, I didn't see where I was going. My bad, Melo."

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. We all saw the match you had. You killed it, by the way."

You chuckled and smiled at the praise. "Just champ stuff, you know how it is, you're the A champ after all." You pointed towards the shining NXT championship resting on his shoulder. "And trust me, you're a very good champion." you complimented with a playful wink.

Carmelo's grin widened at your flirty tone as he adjusted the title on his shoulder. "You think so, huh? Well, you know game recognizes game."

You raised an eyebrow and played along. "I see that. And what's the game plan here?"

Carmelo leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The game plan, sweetheart, is to get to know you better." His eyes skimmed over your face, lingering on your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. His hungry gaze sent all the air out of your body, leaving you breathless.

But you weren't going to back down, especially this soon. You leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear.

"Is that right?" Your breath tickled his ear, and you could feel his body tense at your proximity.

Carmelo swallowed hard, his gaze never wavering from your lips. "That's right, sweetheart," he replied in a low, seductive voice. "And I think you want the same thing."

Your heart raced as his words sent a thrilling chill down through your body. "Maybe I do." you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, making him shiver in response. "But you're gonna have to work for it."

Carmelo's hand gently cupped your cheek, and his dark eyes locked onto yours, "I can work with that." he murmured, stepping closer to you, closing the already minimal gap between the two of you. You gave him a sultry smile in response, but before you could speak, a voice echoed through the hallway.

"Look what we have here.” Carmelo rolled his eyes, dropping his hand from your cheek as the both of you pulled away from each other and turned to the cocky voice to see Dominik with a smirk on his face, making his way to you and Carmelo.

"What do you want, Dominik?" Carmelo groaned, giving him a dirty look that made him smirk wider, his eyes scanning over your body before finally meeting your eyes.

"Whoa whoa, calm down." Dominik held up his hands in mock surrender, smirk never leaving his face. "I just overheard this beauty talking about the A championship, so naturally I assumed you were talking about me."

He pointed to his championship belt sitting perfectly around his waist before turning his eyes back to you, extending a hand to you. "Finally nice to meet you, beautiful. And from one amazing champion to another, if you wanna hang out with the true champion instead of a phony, you know where to find me."

Carmelo's nostril's flared as you gave him an amused smile that made Dominik's heart beat out of his chest before accepting his hand. "A charmer. I like it." You held onto his hand a bit longer than necessary, a playful glint in your eye. "It's cute. But not as cute as the two of you fighting over who's the true champion when I'm the one holding it around my waist."

You let go of Dominik's hand and playfully patted the NXT Women's championship that adorned your waist. "But I like the confidence."

Instead of being offended like you thought he'd be, Dominik grinned widely, a heated look in his eyes as he gazed at you. "You're a feisty one, hermosa. I like you."

"And she doesn't like you, so how 'bout you go back to your 'Mami' and leave us alone." Carmelo cut in before you could respond, glaring at Dominik. Dominik glared right back, stepping closer to him.

"What, you jealous she likes me more than you?" Dominik taunted him, getting in his face. Carmelo clenched his jaw, squaring up to him, their faces inches apart.

"You wish. She's just being nice to you."

"Can't handle a little competition?" Dominik couldn't resist pushing Carmelo's buttons even further, a smirk on his face when Carmelo clenched his jaw, giving him a death glare.

"Boys, boys, calm down." You stepped in between them, giving them a seductive gaze when they turned to you. "As entertaining as this has been, and trust me, it's been really entertaining, I have places to be. But if you want to talk to me, just remember; I only like winners."

You left them with a wink before strutting away, the both of them mesmerized by your confident grin and the sway of your hips as you left. The two gave each other one final glare- a promise that the better man would win- before going their separate ways.

And ever since then, the two of them have been flirting with you non-stop and trying to one-up each other.

Whether that was Dominik giving you a bottle of water and leading you his private TJD locker room so you didn't have to wait for a shower, Carmelo offering to give you a ride home before Dominik could because your car broke down with a sly grin on his face as the both of you passed Dominik to the exit, or the both of them never failing to find you no matter where you were and showering you with compliments. And you always fed into them with a smirk on your face before being whisked away by one of your friends or crew before things could go further.

But you wanted things to go further. And you wanted it to happen tonight, and you always got what you want.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Ilja gently touched your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation. "You okay, love? You don't have to go out with me if you don't want to."

You shook your head, focusing back on him and giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm good, Ilja. And trust me, I want to be out there with you tonight. And Melo and Dominik don't scare me, Carmelo is like a puppy and the only scary thing about Dominik is Rhea. I'll be fine, okay?"

Ilja chuckled and stood up, finished with lacing up his boots. “Okay, then let’s go kick some ass.”

Your heels clacked as you walked to the ring with Ilja, blowing kisses to the fans while Ilja jumped on the ramp, soaking in the cheers from the fans. Carmelo and Dominik were already sitting on commentary, giving each other dirty looks that could kill.

You blew kisses at them as you jumped on the ramp with Ilja, giving them a playful wink when they tore their gazes away from each other and onto you, which didn't go unnoticed by Vic and Booker T.

"Looks like the NXT Champions are more focused on our guest tonight than on the match," Vic teased them, earning a glare from both of them.

"Shut up Vic!" They both said in unison, staring back at each other in surprise. Booker chuckled at them, "Well, who can blame 'em, Vic? When you have a champion like that at ringside, it's hard not to be distracted."

And distracting you were as you leaned against the ring ropes, looking as beautiful as ever, a sly smile playing on your lips. You gave Ilja a side hug and leaned closer to him, your voice a soft, encouraging whisper in his ear. "You got this." He nodded and you gave him one last smile and a fist bump before sliding out of the ring when Bronn's music hit, giving Carmelo and Dom a seductive smile as you sat in between them.

"And joining us is the NXT Women's champion herself, here to support her best friend. Do you think Ilja has what it takes to beat Bronn?"

You smirked at Vic's question, feeling Carmelo and Dom's gazes burning a hole through your skin. "Vic, I wouldn't be out here with these lovely men if I didn't have 100% faith in him in the fact that he is the better him. Plus, I am not friends with losers."

"So what I'm hearing is you'll drop him after he loses his match with me, if he even wins? Cause we all know he's not good enough to beat me."

Dom's smile was devilish as you turned to him, matching his devilish smile with one of your own. "That depends if he even chooses you. I mean, why would he want to challenge for the B championship in the first place?"

Dominik grin widened as he looked at you-he loved it when you got all mean. "Oh, I'm hurt, babe. I thought I was your number one choice."

"You're not even the number one guy here, what makes you think you'd be her number one choice?" Carmelo shot at him, giving you a charming smile that made your skin tingle as Bronn came out the back, making his entrance.

"Sweetheart, don't let this fool bother you." He put his hand on the back of your chair, leaning slightly closer to you with that sexy smile of his, enjoying you batting your eyelashes at him and leaning into him. "You deserve someone who treats you like the lady you are."

"Oh, and that's supposed to be you? Someone who can barely take care of himself? Talk to me when you actually win a match without your little sidekick Trick in your corner." Dominik hissed at him, immediately making Carmelo’s smile shift into a glare as his words hit a nerve.

“Like you don't have 'Mami' by your side all the time. Talk to me when you don't need her to win a match." Carmelo bit back, making them dissolve into another argument. You ignored them in favor for Bronn advancing towards the commentary table, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him as he got closer to you, a smug grin on his face. "After I take that title opportunity from him, I'm gonna take his girl too!" He yelled at you, slamming his hands on the table. That got the attention of the boys, making them pause to see Bronn towering over you, the both of you locked in a stare down.

"You couldn't have me even if you wanted to. Have fun losing, and we all know I don't like losers." You spat back, not backing down from him. He chuckled, the smug grin on his face growing wider.

"We'll see about that, sweetheart." You stood up at the nickname, glaring at him harder before a borage of arms gently pushed you back, and Melo and Dom stepped forward next to you, and if looks could kill Bronn would be lying in his grave right now.

"We got a problem?" Carmelo growled at him, Dominik mirroring his deadly glare as he gently pushed you back into your seat.

"Nah, man. No problem here." Bronn backed away, his grin still wide on his face.

"That's what I thought." Dominik muttered as Bronn left, eyes never leaving his until he went inside the ring.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" Carmelo asked you, his voice laced with concern as he sat back down next to you.

"Want me to kill him?" Dominik sat on the other side of you, and from anyone else the concern would have felt suffocating. But not with them.

"I'm fine, really. I could've handled him, but I appreciate it." You gave them an appreciative smile that made them relax and share a relieved look with each other before it turned into disdain now that you were alright. You turned your attention back to the match, enjoying Ilja smacking and punching Bronn around. You cheered for every hit Ilja gave Bronn, and your heart pounded with every near fall.

You waved mockingly at Bronn when he got knocked face-first to the floor right in front of the three of you by Ilja. "How did that feel, Bronn?" Dominik mocked him with you, Carmelo trying to hide his smirk as the two of you laughed at his pain. 

"Okay, Ilja!" Carmelo praised when Ilja jumped out the ring and perfectly landed on Bronn, giving him chop after chop, having the upper-hand in the match. That wouldn't last for long though, as Bronn managed to duck from a chop and speared him onto the cold-unforgiving floor. 

You winced at the impact, looking at him worriedly as Bronn gave him punch after punch after punch. You wanted to go and help him, but you knew Ilja had to do this himself. You drew a line though when Bronn grabbed the steel steps, remembering the last time used it with Von Wagner and the pain and utter destruction Bronn caused him. 

You jumped out of your seat, ignoring Melo and Dom trying to pull you back, and rushed towards them, running to Bronn and tried to grab the steel steps from him, your eyes blazing with anger.

"Bronn, enough!" You shouted at him, trying to pull it away from him. He didn't let go, cackling as he looked down at you.

"You have to protect him, how pathetic!" He sneered at you, trying to rip the steel steps out of your grasp. But you refused to let go, and the two of you were in a tug of war over it.

"The only thing pathetic here is you, you can't even take a hint! I. will. never. like. you. Deal with it!" Bronn's smirk faltered at your words and you felt someone suddenly behind you, strong arms pulling you away from the tug of war.

It was Carmelo, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you back and away from Bronn and the steel steps. You struggled in his grip, still seething with anger, but you knew he was doing it to protect you.

“Don't let him get to you get to you, babe. He's not worth it.” Carmelo whispered, trying to calm you down.

You gritted your teeth, trying to pull away from his grip. The ref was out of the ring, coming to the two of you. “Everyone out!” He yelled, ejecting everyone from ringside.

“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled back, breaking out of Carmelo’s grip and storming to the ref. “It was his fault! Reprehend him instead of us and do your job properly!!”

It was pure chaos. Ilja was down, you and the ref were getting into a screaming match with Carmelo trying to calm the both of you down, and Bronn watched on with a smile on his face. He laughed while turning away, dropping the steel steps and running right into a smirking Dominik, who was sneaking up on him from behind and tried to hit punch him in the face to cost him the match.

But Bronn grabbed his fist easily before it could hit his face, enjoying the way Dominik's smirk dropped as he panicked.

“Man, you really are stupid, aren’t you?" Bronn taunted, tightening his grip on Dominik's fist. Dominik tried to pull away but Bronn dragged him back and let go of his hand and in one swift move- grabbed his throat and lifted him in the air, putting him in a chokeslam and slamming him onto the ground.

You saw the movement out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t pay it any mind and continued to yell at the ref until you heard yelling and saw Dom on the floor in pain and Bronn carrying the steel steps again, ready to slam it down on him. You pushed past Melo and the ref, running to him and shoving Dom away.

It felt like slow motion when the steel hit your body, the pain overwhelming all your senses, then everything went black. You felt like you were floating, your body weightless despite the heavy pain. You could barely hear anything except the ringing of your ears and the muffled yelling coming around you. You didn't come to until you heard the bell ring hurting your ears and someone lift you up.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt someone tapping your face, trying to bring you back to consciousness. Your vision was blurred, but you were able to make out Carmelo's voice.

"Oh thank god." Carmelo sighed with relief, but concern still seeped through his voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you up to a standing position. "Talk to me sweetheart. How do you feel?"

You groaned in pain, your ribs aching with each breath. "I feel like I got hit by steel, how do you think I feel?"

Carmelo let out a nervous chuckle, relieved to hear your voice. "Your being sarcastic, so that's a good sign."

You winced as you tried to stand on your own, feeling the dull throb of pain in your ribs. The arena lights were too bright, and the sounds around you were still muffled.

"Stay down sweetheart, you're hurt." Carmelo urged, his arms still around you. You pushed away your pride and leaned on him for support. Your hearing became less muffled, and you could now clearly hear the yelling going on. You turned your head towards it, your vision slowly coming into focus.

Dominik was in the ring on top of Bronn who was a bloody pulp, punching him over and over again until his face was bruised and the mat was seeping with his blood. Ilja was being held back by security who tried to control the situation, cursing at them until he saw you awake and standing. Ilja broke free from the security and rushed to your side, concern etched on his face as he gently snatched you away from Carmelo.

"Stay away from her, this is your fault!" Ilja snapped at Carmelo as he pulled you into his arms to check on you, his red eyes darkening even more with anger.

"My fault? Bro, are you kidding me?" Carmelo shouted, eyes wide with anger. "I was trying to protect her!"

"She would't need protecting if the two of you didn't come out! I knew you guys would cause nothing but trouble." Ilja shouted back, his grip gentle yet firm as he gave you a once-over to make sure you were alright.

"She only stepped in cause you couldn't handle your business." Carmelo shot back, running a hand across his forehead in frustration. It was then you noticed his hands were bruised, and your mind flashed back to the yelling you heard while you were down. He must've joined Dom in beating Bronn's face in. You heart raced from their protectiveness, but you also felt a pang of guilt. You also felt your head ache from all the arguing going on.

"Calm down, all of you!" you cried out, your voice cutting through their anger, finally making them stop. You gently eased out of Ilja's arms and stood between the two of them.

"Ilja, it wasn't his fault, he tried to stop me. So if you're gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at me." You gave him a soft but serious look, his red eyes softening at your words. You then turned to Carmelo.

"Carmelo, stop Dom before he get's suspended. And no fighting with him. Ilja, take me to medical. I can barely walk on my own. Anyone object?" The two men were silent, serious looks on their faces as they nodded.

"Let's get you taken care of, love," Ilja spoke, wrapping his arm around you. You let him and leaned on him as support you as the both of you walked to the medic, each step shooting pain throughout your body.

Ilja helped you up onto the examination table and sat next to you, and you winced as you settled into the cold metal surface, the medic walking into the room and gave you a concerned look as he looked over you, poking and prodding at your injuries, making you bite your lip in pain. One particular prod had you hissing in pain, Ilja quickly standing up and glaring at the doctor.

"Are you hurting or helping her?" He growled, making the medic freeze up in fear. You placed a gentle hand on Iljas arm, giving him a pointed look .

"Ilja, calm down." Your eyes flitted from him to his seat, and he reluctantly sat back down. "You can continue, sorry about him." The medic nodded nervously, Ilja's glare did nothing to soothe his nerves. He quickly hurried up the examination, taking note of your injuries.

"Alright, luckily it looks like you have some bruised ribs and a mild sprain on your ankle. Nothing appears to be fractured, but I can't clear you until you are fully healed up. Just rest up with some ice and you'll be fine."

You nodded, thankful that was all it was. The medic handed you some ice and gave you a small smile before leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Ilja was mumbling angrily under his breath as soon as the door shut, and you sighed and glared at him.

"Ilja, I told you calm down."

"Yeah, let me just shut off all my emotions and calm down after those three hooligans caused you to get hurt." He scoffed. "For Dom out of all people, you know he doesn't care about anyone but himself!"

You sighed and leaned back on the examination table, wincing at the coldness of the ice on your skin. "This was probably his plan in the first place, take my championship opportunity and taunt me by hurting you in the process? I can't believe you'd get hurt for him!"

You winced, this time not just from the cold of the ice but also from Ilja's anger.

"Okay, he might be an asshole but he's not that much of an asshole! And I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you'd react, but Dominik and I have been talking, trying to get to know each other. He's not what you think, Ilja. He's…" You searched for the right words, "complicated. But he's not evil. He’s actually really sweet. And Carmelo has been looking out for me too. They both have. I know it's… complicated, but please try to understand."

You could always tell the way Ilja was feeling through his eyes. They were expressive in an away that was simply him. And right now, his fiery red eyes were a mixture of anger, concern, most of all, hurt. You let the silence play out until the was ready to speak. Finally, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

"I…them? Out of all people? Since when?”

You paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Since a few weeks ago, after my match with Roxanne. We bumped into each other, and things just sort of... happened. I didn't plan for it, Ilja. It just did. And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to hurt you. But that ended up happening anyways.”

You turned away from him, looking at the wall instead of his intense gaze that made you feel vulnerable and exposed, like he knew every single one of your thoughts. He reached out, gently turning your face back toward him.

"You didn't hurt me, and I don't care about the title opportunity, I care about you. And seeing you laying there, hurt because of them, it tore me apart. It took everything in me not to lose my mind." His voice was softer now, more raw, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You set the ice down and reached out to him, placing a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his skin.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, and for costing you the match. But I'm not sorry for what I did. He would have done the exact same for me, and I know you would have too." You stroked his cheek, your eyes boring into his. "And I'm not asking you to trust them, I'm asking you to trust me."

Ilja was lost in his thoughts for a moment, his hand covering yours, holding it against his cheek. "You're right, I would've done the same thing in a heartbeat. And I trust you more than anyone, you know that. And as much as I'd hate to see you get hurt again, if you trust them, then I support you. But promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you hurt like this again."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as his words washed over you. "I promise. And if anything happens, I'll let you beat them up."

Ilja let out a soft chuckle and caressed your hand against his cheek. "Deal. And no take backs, so if you see me beating up Dominik you can't get mad."

You giggled, the sound filling up the room and making the tension dissipate. "Deal, but only if he really deserves it." Ilja smiled at your giggling form before pulling you into a hug. You relaxed into his arms, feeling his arms tighten around you as you guys nestled into each other for what felt like hours.

You finally pulled away when he was fully relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. "Now go shower and get my stuff, you stink!" You teased and gave him a playful shove.

Ilja laughed heartily at your comment. "Alright, alright. I'll go freshen up. Jesus, you're injured and you're still beating me up."

You giggled again and pushed him towards the door as best as you could. He rolled his eyes and gave you a warm smile before leaving. Once he left, you hobbled back onto the table and placed the ice back on, shutting your eyes and trying to relax.

Time seemed to blur as you finally let yourself relax after everything that happened, and at one point you must've fallen asleep, cause you were woken up by loud knocking on the door.

"Come in." you called, your voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and in walked in a guilty looking Dominik and a concerned Carmelo trudging behind him. Their eyes softened when they looked at you, going over to you, and Dominik got to you first, his eyes pleasing and red as he reached out to you.

"Mi amor… fuck… I'm so sorry for this, for you getting hurt, for everything. This is all my fault." His hands hovered uncertainly around you, as if he didn't know whether he was allowed to touch. You made the first move, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"Dominik, it's not your fault. I chose to step in, remember? You smiled reassuringly, your voice gentle as you looked into his eyes, seeing the unshed tears in them. "And you're not the one who hurt me. So, stop blaming yourself."

"But I should've handled Bronn myself, mi amor. I shouldn't have let you step in. I should've protected you!" Dominik insisted, his voice heavy with guilt.

"Dom…" You tried to interrupt, but he cut you off with an angry huff.

"No, don't do that. Don't act like it's okay. It's not okay! You got hurt because of me!" Dominik voice got louder with anger, and frustration. He pulled his hand away and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit room.

"Dom-"

"This happened because of me-"

"She said it's not your fault!" Carmelo shouted, the room going silent at his outburst. Dominik stopped pacing and looked at him with shock in his eyes at his words that were surprisingly supportive.

You watched as Carmelo walked towards Dominik, a stern look on his face. "I know we don't like each other and you prolly won't listen to me, but listen to her." Carmelo gestured to you, sitting on the table trying not to grimace as you sat up. "She made her choice, and we can't change that. She forgave you, and if she says it's not your fault, then it's not. Blaming yourself won't make yourself feel better. Trust me, dude."

They stared at each other, a tense silence filling the room as Dominik glared at him, a look in your eyes you couldn't place. You couldn't tell if he wanted to beat Carmelo's face in too or comfort you, probably both.

After what felt like hours, Dominik finally let out a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped. "You're actually right for once."

Carmelo raised an eyebrow, Dominik wasn't actually insulting him for once?

"I am always right."

"Don't push it." And there it is, the classic banter between them. It brought a small smile to your face, despite the pain coursing through your body.

"He is right, Dom." You chimed in, your voice gentle but firm. You gestured for both of them to come to you, and they did, standing in front of you, their expressions still filled with guilt. You reached out, taking one of Dominik's hands and one of Carmelo's, intertwining your fingers with theirs.

"This is nobody's fault except Bronn's. You both tried to protect me, and I appreciate it. And I want no more blaming each other or yourselves for what happened. You can't protect me all the time, and I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? Your voice was soft yet serious as you spoke, giving them a look that meant business.

"And no more fighting. I get that you don't like each other, but I like both of you, and I want you both in my life. I'm not saying be besties, but please don't be at each other's throats every hour of every day. Can we agree on that?"

You didn't know what you were expecting, maybe another argument to come out of this? You held your breath as they shared a look, a silent understanding between them before they turned back to you.

"If it makes you happy, we'll do anything for you. " Carmelo said sincerely, squeezing your hand.

Dominik nodded in agreement, his grip on your hand just as tight. "Even if I don't like it-" He gave Carmelo the side eye before turning back to you. "I'll do it for you."

You gave them a geniune smile, your eyes beaming with happiness. "That's all I ask." You sat up fully and kissed each of their cheeks, before standing up, using the table for support.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you going, mi corazon?" Dominik asked, the both of them quick to support you.

"Ilja was supposed to be back with my stuff, but he's taking forever, so I'm gonna go check on him."

"No need to, we ran into him in the hallway on our way here. We kinda had a talk, and got your stuff." Carmelo confessed, nervously scratching at the back of his head. He gestured towards a bag on the nearby chair. "It's all there."

You gave them an appreciative smile before your furrowed your brows in surprise, a talk with Ilja could range from peaceful to murder. Considering none of them looked like they got into a fight, you figured it went as well as it could.

"What kind of talk? Please tell me he didn't say anything embarrassing, I'll kill him."

They both chuckled, amusement in their eyes. You leaned against both men, leaning your head on Carmelo's shoulder and letting Dominik wrap an arm around you, a teasing smile on his lips. "Don't worry hermosa, he was on his best behavior."

"But it went… well, actually." Carmelo continued, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We had a… heated exchange at first, but he seemed genuinely concerned about you, and, uh, he made it very very clear that we better take care of you right, or there'd be consequences." Carmelo added, his expression turning serious for a moment. "He was kinda intimadting, not gonna lie."

"Intimdating to you. He's not scary to me." Dominik voiced, a proud smirk on his face until you gave him a sharp glare that made him backtrack and tell you the truth.

"Okay, maybe he's a little intimidating," Dominik admitted with a sheepish grin, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "But only a little. And I can still kick his ass."

"Yeah, in your dreams." Carmelo said with a chuckle. Dominik gave him another glare, but this time it didn't seem as deadly as before. "I totally could! Mi corazon, back me up!" He looked at you with wide eyes, mentally telling you to agree with him.

"Mhm, I'm sure you could." You replied with a playful grin, you and Carmelo laughing at the offended look Dominik gave you.

"Okay, as much as I would love for you to tell me all the ways you can beat up Ilja Dom." you said, still grinning, "I feel like total shit, and all I want to do is sleep this pain away. And I can barely walk, let alone drive. So if you really want to make it up to me, you can drive me back to the hotel."

Dominik's expression softened immediately. "Of course, mi amor. I'll carry you if I have to."

"Like she'll let you, miss independent." Carmelo teased, and you gave him a faux pout.

"Now that you said that, you are absolutely carrying me." You teased back, earning a playful groan from him.

Carmelo rolled his eyes but gave you a smirk. "Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets."

"How come I don't get to carry you?" Dominik whined, making you giggle at him. "You can grab my stuff, sweetie."

"Ya snooze, ya lose, dude." Carmelo smirked at him, laughing when you made grabby hands at him, and he scooped you up in his arms, surprising you with how effortlessly he carried you.

"Wow, someone's been hitting the gym." you teased, playfully poking his bicep. "Very hot."

"You think so?" Carmelo shot you a smug grin. You chuckled and winked at him. "Definitely."

"Alright, show off," Dominik grumbled as he grabbed your bag and followed behind you and Carmelo, but the smile he had on showed you he wasn't actually mad. You wrapped your arms around Carmelo's neck and settled into his arms, feeling safe and comfortable despite the pain, closing your eyes and letting him carry you out of the arena.

You let yourself fall into slumber, ignoring everything else around you until you felt yourself being laid in the car.

"Go back to sleep, mi corazon. We'll be here when you wake up."

You nodded drowsily, seeing a blur of Carmelo and feeling a kiss on your cheek before you drifted back to a deep sleep.

The next time you stirred, it was to the soft murmur of voice and then you felt yourself being pulled from the cozy seat of the car, the chilly air making you curl up into whoever was holding you. You blinked sleepily, your vision slowly clearing as you realized you werein front of the hotel. . Dominik had you in his arms this time, and he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," Dominik said with a warm smile as he gazed down at you. "We're back at the hotel. Ready to go inside and get some rest?"

You mustered up a sleepy grin, curling up even more into him. He didn't seem to mind, giving you an amused smile and a gentle squeeze. "Yes, please," you mumbled softly, your voice heavy with fatigue.

He carefully carried you inside the hotel, Carmelo trailing behind with all your stuff. It was quiet, soothing music from the speakers making you even more tired. Once you made it up to your floor, Carmelo opened the door, to your room, holding it open for Dominik to carry you inside. You sighed in content as Dominik placed you onto the bed, soft blankets enveloping you in warmth.

"Your clothes are in here, we figured you didn't want to sleep in that dress." Carmelo explained, placing your bag next to the bed. "The bathroom is all yours. Do you need help changing?"

You let out a small chuckle at Carmelo's question. "I think I can manage, but trust me, both of you are more than welcome to join me in the bathroom. You're sweet for asking."

Carmelo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a playful glint in his eyes as Dominik smirked at the thought. "Trust me, neither of us are opposed to that. But I don't want to hurt you even more.'

"I'll be gentle." Dominik winked at you, making you give him a seductive smile as you slowly made your way to the bathroom."I am gonna shower, relax, wash all this off me, and if you guys really wanna make it up to me, you'll take good care of me and help me take my mind off of this pain. Right?"

Dominik and Carmelo shared a mischievous glance before nodding in agreement.

"Absolutely, mi amor," Dominik said with a grin. "We're gonna be at your service."

Carmelo looked you up and down, his heated gaze making you shiver in anticipation. "Trust me, we'll take good care of you." His voice was low and sexy, making you bite your lip and want him to take you right then and there.

You winked at them before stepping into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and stepping under the warm water, the heat soothing your body and your pain. You wrapped yourself in a robe once you were done, fixing up your face before stepping out and making your way to the bedroom.

Dominik and Carmelo were sitting on the bed on their phones, but as soon as you entered the room their eyes snapped to you, putting their phones down and looking at you with desire in their eyes.

"Damn, mi amor, you clean up nice.” Dominik praised, patting the spot on the bed between them.

You approached them, the robe lightly falling off your shoulder, a sultry smile playing on your lips. "Are you guys ready to take care of me?”

Carmelo's eyes darkened with lust as he reached out to pull you closer, and you settled between them on the bed. "Oh, we will, baby. We'll take very good care of you."

Carmelo kissed you first, his lips warm and inviting. The softness of his mouth against yours made you hungry with need, his tongue teasing as it prodded into your mouth, and every touch, every kiss sent shivers of pleasure through your body.

Dominik came up from behind you, pulling on your robe until it fell to the floor, revealing the curves of your body. His hands traced the lines of your skin, caressing and kneading the soft skin and leaving a trail of heat on your skin as he kissed your neck, both men bringing you down onto the bed.

Let's just say, they made it up to you, very very well.

[holb32]

The Hound and the Lioness

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader - Smut -

Part One!

Summary - Gianna Lannister is the youngest daughter of Tywin Lannister from his second wife Lynnette Stark. When Gia rushes in to help Sansa Stark, after her nephew humiliates her, the king suddenly has a 'brilliant' idea... or so he says.

A/N - This is only the second time I've done something like this... so bare with me please.

WARNINGS - If you are UNDER 18 then DO NOT read! Forced marriage, loss of virginity, blow job, blood, PIV, maybe breeding kink and size kink, literally has no plot just doing this coz I had an idea! If I've missed anything that should be added as a warning then please let me know!

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Gianna watched from the crowd that had gathered in the throne room, as Joffrey terrorised poor Sansa Stark, again.

"You're here to answer for your brother's latest crimes. What do you have to say?" Joffrey aimed his armed crossbow at the Stark girl as she kneeled before him.

"Your Grace, whatever my traitor brother has done, I had no part in it!" The poor girl began to sob, "You know this, Your Grace. I beg-" Joffrey had cut her off before she could finish, Ser Lancel, tell her what her brother has done!" Demanded Joffrey.

As Ser Lancel stepped forwards, so did Gianna. She always knew something wasn't right with her eldest nephew. He was evil, one of the evilest beings she's ever come across. Gia was appalled with his actions and about the fact that no one could make him stop, not even his mother.

"Using some vile sorcery your brother fell on Stafford Lannister with an army of wolves." Lancel announced. Gianna couldn't understand how people actually believe this stuff. So she rolled her eyes and mentally face palmed herself, ridiculous fools, she thought to herself.

"Thousands of good men were slaughtered, after the butchering, the Northmen feasted on the meat of the slain." This made the crowd surrounding them gasp and whisper in horror. War was a dreadful thing, Gianna knew that, but she really couldn't see that happening. At least not on Robb Stark's orders or his mothers. When she first met them, when she went with her older sister Cersei and her family to Winterfell, she'd gotten on well with the Starks.

"Killing you would, mayhaps, send your traitor brother a message." Gianna snapped out of her thoughts at that, surely he's not really contemplating that? The poor Stark girl began to weep, "But my mother insists on keeping you alive, unfortunately. Stand." Sansa stood at the king's orders, ever the obedient Lady Stark. Gianna's pity for the girl grew day by day. She didn't deserve this, no one did.

"So, we'll just have to send your brother a message some other way." Gianna took another step forward, just so she stood slightly out of the crowd, as if she might run towards young Lady Stark, she was family after all, distant but still family. "Meryn." The unspoken order was spoken and Joffrey's favoured Kingsguard stepped towards Sansa, "Leave her face, I like her pretty." And with that Sansa was punched to the stomach.

Gianna gasped and tried to step forwards, but before anyone could truly notice, her handmaid Dalia grabbed her arm, "No, my Lady. I do not think it wise to step in." Gia didn't take her eyes off Sansa. Meryn took out his sword and struck the backs of her legs, so she fell to the floor.

"Meryn, my dear lady's over-dressed. Unburden her." The Knight stood behind poor Sansa and ripped the back of her dress open, "If you want Robb Stark to hear us, we're going to have to speak louder!" Ser Meryn took out his sword again, swinging it over his head, "What is the meaning of this?"

The crowd split to allow Gianna's brother, Tyrion Lannister, to make his way through along with his man Bronn. "What kind of Knight beats a helpless girl!" Snaps Tyrion. "The kind who serves his king, Imp!" Meryn Snapped back. Gianna hated that man, he was just as vile and cruel as her nephew. "Careful now, we wouldn't want to get blood all over your pretty white cloak." Bronn, even though he irritated Gia sometimes with his crude words, managed to shut the Knight up.

"Would someone get the girl something to cover herself with." Gianna and Sandor 'The Hound' stepped forward towards Sansa. "It's alright sweet girl, Tyrion will handle Joffrey." Whispered the young Lannister Lady as the Hound grabbed his White Cloak over her shoulders.

"She's to be your queen. Do you have no regard towards her honour?" Questioned Tyrion, "I'm punishing her!" Tyrion gaped, "For what crimes? She's not fighting her brother battles you half wit!" Gianna helped Sansa stand, wrapping the girl in her arms.

"Your behaviour is despicable, Nephew! She's done nothing wrong!" Gia shouted. The Stark girl shook in the Lannister Lady's arms. "Neither of you can speak to me like that! The king can do as he likes!" Again Lady Lannister rolled her eyes, "The Mad King did as he liked! Look where that got him! Killed by his own guard, his people rebelled against him. Is that what you want to be done to you? For people a hundred years from now to remember you as the king who beat helpless Ladies?" Snapped Gianna, turning to her brother, "Perhaps they'll title him 'The Half-wit King', brother?" The people in the room sniggered and gasped. Gia swore she heard The Hound huff amusingly behind her.

"No one threatens his Grace in the presence of the kingsguard!" Meryn rushed towards Gianna, threateningly. "I'm not threatening him, Ser. I'm merely giving my nephew some... advice." Gianna didn't bother to look at Ser Meryn. "Bronn the next time Ser Meryn speaks, kill him." Tyrion said in a bored manner, turing to Ser Meryn, "Now that was a threat... see the difference?!" Gia chuckled at her older brother, they'd always been close, even since she was a little girl.

Tyrion walked towards his little sister and Sansa, leading them away. "I apologise for my nephew's behaviour. Tell me the truth, do you want this wedding to happen?" Spoke Tyrion softly, "We could try to get the engagement broken, if you'd like?" Gia rubbed the girls shoulders and they walked, "I am loyal to king Joffrey-" Stated Sansa, pulling out of Gianna's arms, "He is my one true love." With that she walked ahead of them, her ladies maids following her.

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Gianna was summoned back to the throne room, a couple hours later. As she walked in she realised that the crowd had only gotten bigger. At the throne sat her nephew, on both sides of him were his mother, Gianna's only and older sister, and the hand, who was Gianna's father. At the bottom of the stairs to the throne stood the kingsguard.

"You summoned me, Your Grace." Gianna stood before her family. She had changed into a more comfortable dress, since she was planning to go horse riding after. "Yes, I did." Signed Joffrey. "Tell me, Dear Aunt. Do you think the way you spoke to me earlier was appropriate? Especially of a Lady." Questioned the king.

Gianna looked towards her father at that moment, his face was emotionless. So she looked towards her kingsguard brother, he looked nervous for her. "I said what I thought to be true, Your Grace." She wouldn't lie. He needed to be told. Cersei scoffed, "You're king deserves more respect from you." Gianna rolled her eyes, "DO NOT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!" Screeched Cersei. "My apologise, sister."

"You know, I'll have to punish you." Gia's heart began to race. Surely her father wouldn't allow that. She was his daughter, and she knew he favoured her out of all his children. Looking towards him again she saw that his face was still, emotionless.

"You see, I've had a few hours to... come up with your punishment. Mother helped me." They both chuckled. "You're young, unmarried, pretty. What better punishment is there than to marry you to a... hound." The crowd gasped at their king's words. Joffrey laughed hysterically. "Mother's always calling you a bitch, so it seems quite fitting! Don't you think?!" I glanced towards 'The Hound' . He stood tall, but you could tell he was angry.

"Your Grace I don't think that's-" Tywin tried to reason with his grandson, he didn't want to drag his house through the mud again. "Silence!'' shouted Joffrey. "Hound stand by your bride to be!" Sandor reluctantly moved to stand beside Gianna. "The Hound and his bitch. He's so massive I'm sure he'll split her open when he takes her maidenhead!" Gianna looked down in shame at being spoken about in such a way.  

“Your wedding will be the day after tomorrow.” With that Joffrey excused everyone. Gianna quickly left the throne room, rushing to her chambers. Tears were dripping down her face as threw herself on her bed; her head buried in her arms. 

[artedimichelangelo]

Hi! if your taking requests I’d like to request something! Could you please write a Jaime Lannister x fem!reader in which she’s his friend and has always had feelings for him, and she’s one of the few people who has never called him kingslayer because she couldn’t believe he was a bad person even if she didn’t know the whole story. And maybe after he loses his hand he comes back to king’s landing and he feels worthless (cause he can’t fight anymore and everyone even cersei is treating him badly) but reader stays by his side and reassures him. So he notices that she’s the only one who’s always been there for him and in a moment of vulnerability he tells her the whole mad king story. And she feels really bad for what happened to him also because she sees how it’s something that still haunts him so she hugs him and he has someone to comfort him for the first time. He’s been though so much and I just want him to have someone who’s there for him because they genuinely care 🥲.

I hope what I said made sense because english is not my first language. Anyway feel free to ignore this if it doesn’t inspire you! :)

For the first time - Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader.

Author's Note: Hii! Thanks for your request, I hope this fic is to your liking and if maybe you wanted something different, please feel free to tell me.

Also, I think I got carried away with this one, let me know what you think.

Plus, if there is something in the warnings or in general that I forgot to mention, you can tell me without problems.

Oh I also recommend the song For the first time by Mac DeMarco for this one.

Pairings: Jaime Lannister x Fem!Reader, mentions of Cersei Lannister and Bronn.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language; possible grammatical errors; not very much proofread; a tiny bit of angst; mentions of blood; fluff.

Word Count: 3710.

As the sun set, the Red Keep was under surveillance of the royal guards, even more so than in the morning.

When the servants lit the lanterns, Y/n knew that her watch had begun and she would have to keep an eye on the corridors of the king's residence.

By now she knew her shifts by heart and had got used to them, as she had been serving the royal family as a knight for years.

Her father was an old acquaintance of the king, so it was not difficult to obtain this role in the fortress.

Y/n was the only woman among all the other knights; she had to protect others but also herself, as many of the men she worked with were uncouth and often disrespected her.

However, she unfortunately had gotten used to it and had her reflexes ready for any hypothetical attack.

Whilst wandering through the corridors faintly lit by the flames of the torches, she could only hear subtle whispers, precisely of two voices overlapping, one interrupting the other and not even giving each other time to breathe.

As she proceeded, Y/n had to take great care not to make noise with her armour, which barely scraped the walls against which she had flattened herself so as not to be seen.

By doing so, she was able to see who the voices corresponded to: one belonged to Cersei Lannister and the other to Jaime, her twin brother and a close friend of Y/n's.

"You're ridiculous, it's as if you're betraying me." Said the queen with venom, lowering her clipped voice even more after hearing a footstep around the corner of the hall. "Know that if I fall into the void, you come down with me."

With such words, or rather threats, she left the golden-haired knight on the spot, his gaze lost in the darkness..

Jaime was so absorbed in his thoughts that he did not even notice the presence of his dear companion, at least not until he heard her voice muffled in his ears.

"Is something troubling you?" Y/n repeated for the umpteenth time.

She had only eavesdropped on a minimal part of the conversation between the two siblings, but from the expression on the man's face before her, Y/n could deduce that it was not particularly pleasant.

"To tell you the truth, yes.'" The young Lannister replied, his arms crossed against the thick metal of his golden breastplate. "Our days are so hectic that we haven't even had time to exchange a few words today, I have truly missed your suave voice."

"I see that flattery never lacks, what an honour." Y/n said snarkily, a hand on her chest as noble women do when they receive compliments from high-ranking lords. "Don't make me blush with your beaming smile, I don't think my heart can handle that."

Actually, Y/n really liked her friend's compliments, they made her feel important and her princely smile always gave her goosebumps. But she would never confess that to him, she had no intention of inflating the man's ego.

"Seriously though, I know when something's wrong, Jaime, I can see it in your sad eyes."

At that point his gaze lowered to the stone tiles on the floor. No matter how hard he tried, his friend was capable of reading a person as if they were a young lads' book.

"Nothing relevant, simple bickering between Lannisters, you know how it is by now." He laughed it off, but Y/n could swear she saw the man's eyes glaze over, as if he was exhausted and wanted to cry cascades.

Instinctively, she embraced him, and the clash of metal protecting them could be distinctly heard in the cool night.

The so-called Kingslayer was taken by surprise, but he did not budge; on the contrary, he reciprocated this action that was almost foreign to him, as it was full of affection.

He had not received such intense and warm hugs since he was a toddler.

"It is not fair of me to insist on this subject, however, know that you are not alone and that you are loved." She breathed into his ear, her voice like a sweet melody he wished he could hear every morning.

Y/n loved the man and would have given her own life to make him realise how remarkable he was.

Jaime's hand covered by his thick leather gloves moved to the woman's shoulders, as if to attract her attention. The golden knight almost wished he could caress her scarred face from the past, yet he considered it might be an inappropriate move.

"You know, from a distance you definitely look shorter." He received a hearty chuckle from the brave woman in front of him. "Glad to amuse you so much."

"Let's say you can be hilarious at times, if you don't wake up in a bad mood." She sneered, the muscles in her face almost hurt from how much they tightened, but she couldn't stop laughing.

And it was in that pleasant moment, that Jaime had the desire to capture Y/n in a painting, for in her simplicity and modesty, with her hair dishevelled and a few wisps surrounding her face, the blond lion saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he had thought the first time he saw her.

"Do I have something on my face?" Once again she roused him from his thoughts, Jaime's eyes constantly lit up with every interaction with the well-known cunning knight. "This is not the time to be distracted, Ser Jaime Lannister, the long night awaits us and we must remain alert for the coming of morrow!"

"You're the one who talks in circles and makes me lose focus, don't talk bollocks!" He replied, patting her on the shoulder, thus beginning a brief fight of playful shoving, their thin laughter heard only by the stars in the dark blue.

Gathered in the courtyard of the Red Keep were the royal knights, led by Jaime Lannister, ready to move on the new enemy, Robb Stark of Winterfell.

"If we follow the plans, we will be able to trample that brat and prevail over his soldiers." The golden knight's voice boomed against the walls, making it impossible to miss. "And if all goes as planned, we will be able to return to King's Landing with victory in our grasp."

As he concluded his speech, his gaze crossed Y/n's confused one on the other side of the yard.

"I didn't think there was a gathering, nor that we had to leave." Said the woman as soon as the young Lannister reached her.

"That is because I did not actually mention it to you."

"It doesn't matter, it happens to anyone to make a mistake, so around what time of day is the departure?"

Jaime looked at her as if in sorrow and in order to speak to her privately, he gently took Y/n's wrist and led her to a hidden corridor, away from prying eyes.

"I did not mention it because you are not coming with us." He grimaced, feeling guilty and expecting a strong disappointment from his friend.

"But I cannot stay here and do nothing while you fight, it is not fair for you to lose your blood out there while I am safe in here." The brave young knight felt the world falling on her, she could not just stand there while the others left, only to perhaps not return.

The woman’s glazed eyes met Jaime's again, her lip quivering to prevent her from shedding any tears, and that heartbroken expression made the blonde-haired knight's heart ache.

"I want to come with you."

"No, no, no, no, Y/n, I implore you." Instinctively, the young Lannister captured the lady’s face in his hands, holding her firmly by the cheeks. The warmth of her skin made his palms tingle almost in a pleasant way. "I have not made this decision to make you grieve and distress, not even to invalidate your abilities. I did it for you, Y/n, for you are as dear to me as the Moon is to the Stars."

Was it strange on the lion's part to find the doe's face extremely bewitching during her cry?

The usual strands of hair escaping from her ponytail were now as if glued to her cheeks, tears and sweat had held them against her rosy, freshly sun-kissed skin.

And Jaime had never felt his stomach in a knot, as if thousands of butterflies were flapping their wings inside it. Often blinded by the presence of his twin sister, he had never paid attention to how much Y/n truly cared for him and loved him, perhaps even more than Cersei.

"Listen to me carefully, hm?" The knight before him nodded, so that he could proceed. "I will return to you, I promise and I mean it. You know well that we Lannisters always keep our promises."

Without debating Y/n moved closer to the crook of Jaime's neck, so that she could feel his scent and the warmth of his body a little closer, as if her mind had to remember those minor details so that she would not be feeling lonely in the days when the blond knight was absent.

Oh, how she longed to confess all her love and adoration to him, and how she wanted to hurt those who called him terrible names without even knowing the truth about his past.

"Know that I will wait patiently for your return, and I swear by the seven kingdoms that if you do not make it back, I will come directly to get you from the depths of hell where you will end up."

They both smiled sadly, as if to relieve the tension of the moment.

"Make a safe return, Ser Jaime Lannister, and know that, even from afar, I protect you." Y/n recomposed herself and the two shook hands for the last time, him putting more pressure as if he did not want to leave her there, but duty awaited the man.

That was the last time Y/n saw Jaime Lannister in King's Landing, still intact and with every piece of his shining armour on his shoulders, his golden hair only barely concealed by his helmet, and his friendly voice overpowering that of all the other men as he made the way to their destination.

On a particularly heated day in the blazing sun, Y/n had obtained a free morning off of duty, so she took the opportunity to read some old letters sent by her father.

Sometimes she missed her hometown, the smell of freshly baked bread wafting up to her chamber window and the voice of her father commanding everyone around him with his booming voice.

Immersed in the words of ink on the thin parchment, the knight had not noticed a presence under the archway at the entrance to her chamber.

She was so quiet and beautiful, as if he had seen her for the first time.

"Y/n." Faintly from the man's cracked lips came the name of the woman, who turned around, stunned, as if she had seen a ghost.

As she rose from her bed, she dropped all the letters on the ground, but it mattered little as seeing Jaime Lannister again after so long made her fling herself at him.

"Are you real? Who did this to you? I convinced myself you were never coming back, I thought... I thought you were dead." She asked frantically, but received no reply. "Does Cersei know of your return?" She questioned again, helping him reach the masters so they could tend to his wounds.

"No, you’re the first person I wanted to see." He managed to say, and if it hadn’t been for Y/n, his face would have collided with the red rock tiles of the castle, as his legs were giving out and he was about to fall.

After the proper care, Y/n offered to help Jaime take a hot and relieving bath.

It would not have been an uncomfortable situation, since they had known each other all their lives and she was there especially to protect him in that vulnerable state.

"You should not be here to assist me, I have never deserved any kind of attention from you." He murmured in a grimace, as his friend poured warm water on his head. "This water is boiling, do you perhaps wish to see me bald?"

"Nonsense."

And Jaime did not understand if that reply referred to what he said first, or to his complaints.

"I promised you I would come back and here I am in the flash, or at least most of it."

"Also thanks to Brienne, because your tongue could have stopped you from returning to King’s Landing." Y/n responded seriously, her calloused hands massaging oils through his now dirty blond hair.

He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes.You should have seen the look on her face. The look I've seen for 17 years on face after face." He bent his head back to glance into the woman's sweet eyes. "You are the only exception and this makes me feel less of a human shit… but everyone else? No, they all despise me. Kingslayer. Oath breaker. Man without honour. Ever heard of wildfire?"

"Of course."

"The mad king was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn--the way their skin blackened, blistered, melted off their bones. He burned lords he didn't like; he burned Hands that disobeyed him; he burned anyone that was against him." The weak lion shook his head as his past resurfaced before his eyes, he remembered it all as if it had occurred the day before. "Before long, half the country was against him. Aerys saw traitors everywhere, so he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city: beneath the Sept of Baelor, the slums of flea bottom, under houses, stables, taverns, even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally, the day of reckoning came."

Y/n was somewhat shaken, but this did not prevent her naive curiosity from knowing more about the story.

"What happened afterwards?" She asked timidly, moving in front of the man, as if to show she was all ears.

"Robert Baratheon marched upon the capitol after his victory at the Trident. But my father arrived first with the whole Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I knew my father better than that. He's never been one to pick the losing side. I told the mad king as much. I urged him to surrender peacefully. But the king didn't listen to me, didn't listen to Varys, who tried to warn him. But he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey sunken cunt."

The woman shuddered at the name of the Grandmaster. She never liked him, and he was merely a court rodent who should have been eliminated a long time before.

"He told him that he could trust the Lannisters, since they have always been loyal friends of the crown. So, we opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Fucking imbecile." He laughed bitterly. "Once again I came to the king begging him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father's head. Then he turned to his pyromancer and told him to burn them all. "Burn them in their homes, burn them in their beds." He ordered him… tell me, if your king commanded you to kill your own father and stand by while thousands of men, women and children were burned alive, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?"

Jaime looked straight into her eyes, but he did not really need an answer, for he already knew it. Y/n would never have let that happen and would have made the same decision as the young Lannister.

"So what did I decide to do? First, I killed the pyromancer, and then when the king turned to flee I drove my sword into his back. "Burn them all," he kept saying. "Burn them all." I don't think he expected to die. He meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again reborn as a dragon and turn his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn't happen."

"And that's where Ned Stark found you." It was not difficult for the clever woman to put the pieces of the puzzle together, thus revealing why the lord of Winterfell loathed and despised Jaime so much.

"Exactly. That's where Ned Stark found me."

"If this is true, why didn't you tell anyone? Why didn't you tell Lord Stark?"

"Stark. You think the honourable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set eyes on me. By what right does the wolf judge the lion? By what right?" The man suddenly stood up, ravaged by fury and anger.

By then, the bubbles in the tub had vanished and the water had turned cold, like a winter's night.

In order not to disrespect her superior, the woman turned away, subsequently handing him a bathrobe to cover himself.

"I believe you and I guarantee that I have always been on your side, and always will be, for better or for worse. I know there is little I can do, for the damage has now been done, but I have no intention of ever leaving you alone." She promised Jaime, slowly ushering him towards his chamber.

Y/n's hands gently held the figure at her side, as if she had become accustomed to its fragility.

She was used to holding her sword firmly and tightly to unsheathe it against her enemies; but with the man she loved, her hands were tender and cautious, as if he were the feather of a dove.

Settled in his bed and wrapped in the soft sheets, Jaime could finally rest, or at least recover before getting back into the swing of things.

"Get some proper sleep, you and I will have a lot to do together over the next few days." Y/n gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and bid him a good night.

"See you in the morrow." Whispered the knight, more to himself, touching the spot on his forehead that was graced by the most exquisite lips he had ever seen.

"You are very clever Bronn, but not clever enough!" Y/n exclaimed in amusement, and between laughs continued to smack her friend's backside as spite.

Joining the two on the shore of the beach was Jaime, and every time he saw her, he could swear it was like seeing her for the first time, in which he was completely dumbfounded by her persona.

"Look who's here, finally the princess has joined us."

"Funny Bronn, really, I didn't think you could be so funny." Replied the blond sarcastically, already having his sword drawn in his left hand.

"I'll leave you two alone, be sure to knock her ass out, avenge me my friend."

And so it was that the two companions were left alone, the waves of the sea the only audible sound other than the clashing metal of their swords.

Jaime Lannister was visibly tired, although training had only just begun, but he wasn’t used to sparring with his left hand after losing his dominant one.

"I believe in you and I know you can do it, just a little more effort and we’re done." Y/n encouraged her friend, not to annoy him or rush him, on the contrary, she wanted to help him believe again in his strengths and abilities.

With one blow forward and too many steps back, the lion tripped and fell on the sand, too exhausted and out of breath to get up.

"I am not as strong as before, Y/n, I am no good to this world."

He gave up all too soon and she couldn’t accept it, not when aware of his immense potential.

"Listen to me carefully, your attitude won’t help. I know how you really are and I will help you recover, even if I have to wait a lifetime to see you getting your ass off the ground. Have I made myself clear enough?"

Initially Jaime was stunned and taken aback by her words, but his astonishment turned into a smug, satisfied grin.

He was completely enamoured with the wonderful woman before him.

"I love you," Those two words slipped from his lips very clearly. "But not like I love my family or my dear twin sister. No. I truly love you, Y/n, and I was a fool for not admitting it sooner. Or I have my vulnerable state to thank for prompting me to confess my feelings for you."

"Apparently I should push you more often into situations like this, if they allow you to talk and allow me to find out what is always running through your mind." Y/n smiled sweetly and slowly kneeled before him, to reach his eye level, as he was still sitting on the grainy sand. "But I love you too, silly man."

Y/n gently caressed Jaime’s chin and then his cheek, the newly grown beard tickling her hand, but that did not bother her at all.

The blond, with some of the courage he had left in his body, took the sweet woman’s hand into his and left a short trail of kisses across her palm.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to taste your lips that night under the stars."

"What’s keeping you from doing it now before the sunset?"

"Always so clever, are we?"

And so their lips finally met. It was as if they were destined to touch sooner or later.

It was an intense and extremely passionate kiss, they had lusted after each other for so long that they couldn’t even get enough of it.

At that very moment, Jaime Lannister said to himself that, perhaps, despite all the misfortunes, he deserved a happy ending.

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Sword for Hire Chapter 1

Bronn x fem!reader

Word Count: 802

Summary: You’d grown up a bastard. Ignored by your hometown and it was only natural that you’d grown sick of it. So you struck out on your own. What interesting times lie ahead of you?

Nights like this it was impossible not to think.

You idly poked at your tiny campfire with a stick. The night wasn’t particularly cold out--Winter hadn’t fully set in--but you’d needed to cook that rabbit you caught on the road. While it roasted, you let your mind wander.

How far you’d come since leaving your little hometown, you mused. It’d been years since you’d been back to the place, many years, but that was where you found yourself headed now. You couldn’t say you missed it, to be honest. You hadn’t even really thought about it in quite a while. It was hard for someone to belong when literally everyone else that called it home knew that you were a bastard and a female one to boot. The product of a stable boy and an innkeeper’s cook, you were lucky you hadn’t been mistreated, per se. 

It was more like you’d simply been ignored. 

Ignored right up to the point that you now wondered if anyone even noticed when you’d left.

You prodded the fire again.

You made the right choice in leaving. Your life as a sellsword may have been hard and unforgiving, but it was unfathomably more fulfilling--not to mention fun--than it would have ever been in that no-name town. Never would you have expected to end up in that line of work but . . . When that woman pleaded for your help after finding you training in an abandoned clearing . . .

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You huffed labored breath after labored breath as you practiced sword swing after sword swing at an imaginary enemy. Practice was required if you had a single prayer of surviving alone on the road, but like hells was any man going to take the time out of his busy life to teach a woman like you. So alone you practiced.

“Excuse me, miss?” a weak voice called.

You startled and found your feet tripping over themselves for one terrifying moment. Just barely, you managed to keep them under you. Alarmed, you looked towards the trees where the voice seemed to come from. “Who are you?” you demanded of the woman that was standing just far enough in the forest that she was cloaked in the shadows, wringing her hands as she avoided your gaze. “Why are you out here so late?”

“I . . . I heard the men talking about a woman flapping her sword about in the meadow and . . .” She trailed off.

“And what?” you snapped, irritated. No doubt she was just quoting exactly what those men had been saying, but the words still stung.

“Are you,” you could hear her nervous swallow even at this distance, “a sellsword?”

That was an unexpectedly good question. You’d made it this far by doing a bit of whoring and thieving--sometimes at the same time--but you’d be lying if you said the thought of becoming a sellsword hadn’t crossed your mind.

“Depends,” you replied aloofly. “What do you want?”

“My husband . . . he . . .”

Your heart rate spiked as her words drifted off again. “Come closer.” Into the light, you didn’t say though you were thinking it.

Hesitatingly, she did. And the moment she stepped into the ring light in the little clearing, you saw the bruises on her eye, on her neck, and on her wrists.

“He did this to you?”

“. . . Yes, miss.”

You took a long, slow breath that she must have mistaken as you about to deny her request.

“I have money!” she announced, voice just this side of hysterical. She thrust out a small bag that seemed to be full of coin.

Your eyebrows. There was no way you wouldn’t be doing this job, but you did need to eat . . . “How?”

“He drinks, miss . . . Doesn’t notice when I pinch a coin while he’s asleep.”

Inwardly, you winced. For that bag to be that full . . . You didn't want to think about how long she must have been saving for this moment. “I’ll do it,” you announced. “Pay me after.”

The tension seemed to bleed out of her shadows all at once. “Thank you.”

~

You’d killed him that very night. Slit in his throat in his drunken slumber and left town before dark with that coinpurse tucked into your belt for safekeeping. A day later you bought the curved knife that now rested in its sheath at the base of your spine and the horse that was tied to the tree next to you. 

A twig snapping nearby made your eyes start scanning the edge of the clearing you were calling home for the night, hand on your sword as you braced for an attack. Then, one after another, men in Lannister armor started stepping into your campsite.

There were five of them.

The leader looked you up and down with a lecherous smirk on his face before saying, “Well look what we have here.”

[alessiathepirate]

Game of Thrones

FOUR: Bronn x fem!reader

Summary: She remembers how many times his nose had been broken. The trip to Dorne ended up being the fourth. She's there to help him with it though.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

Warnings: swearing, mentioned brothels but nothing specific

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"Four." she said as she did her best to push back a smile, but her lips were trembling from trying.

"What?" Bronn turned to look at her, his voice full of annoyment.

"The number of times your nose has been broken." she explained. "Now it's four."

"It's real' nice to know you were paying attention." the sides of his fingers were bloody as he held onto the area and she grabbed a rag - a rather fancy looking one - to help him with his injury. "But you could've told me to punch the cunt harder."

She laughed as she pushed him down to sit on the chair, so she'll get a better access to his face. She pushed his hand aside and had to hit him on the shoulder playfully when he tried to pull her onto his lap with his bloodied hand.

"Trystane? Oh please, he was out cold from the hit you gave him anyway. And it wasn't the best you can do."

Her fingers gently raked through his hair, giving Bronn the attention he was rather fond of even if he teased her for it at night restlessly, before she began to clean up his face.

" 'Cause you know what I can do." he smiled up at her through bloodied lips and she pressed down on the right side of his nose a bit harder to shut him up.

He hissed a bit, but that was all.

"And you know what I can do if you choose to run your mouth."

"Attacking a man when he's down. I wonder who taught you that."

She smiled, even if she did her best not to do that, and so did he - once again.

"Well he fights without honor so I fight without it too." she explained, remembering how Bronn chose to attack her the moment her fingertips touched the sword for the first time - she didn't even have the chance to get a good grip.

" 'Always knew you were my kind of woman." he stated with a grin, his hands grabbing her upper thighs quickly - she didn't have the chance to scold him for it either.

"I'm happy to hear that-- since my presence alone made you avoid brothels, for a year."

"The things I do for you." his thumbs started to draw circles into her thighs through the material of the dress Doran Martell was so keen on gifting her - the dress, that became dirty with blood the moment Bronn touched it, not like either of them cared.

"And you better keep on doing them unless you want me to kill you." she threatened, her voice shaking slightly from the fear deep down, that he might go back to his old self, exploring brothels for his liking.

"Oh come on darlin', not a single whore can compare to you." Bronn's hold on her thighs tightened and the movement of his fingertips stopped - that was his way of comforting her, making it a teasing-like joke when in reality what she thought mattered to him more than anything else.

Despite feeling jealous and self-conscious about herself, she smiled at the things he said. Bronn meant every word that left his mouth.

"Besides, none of them could look as good with a sword as you do."

It was a quick movement. His arms moved faster than she could react and suddenly she was sitting on his lap. A small tearing sound could be heard and she was sure the dress Doran had given her was torn. Not like it mattered, the blood ruined it anyway.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as a late reaction, the rag almost falling from her hand.

From up close she could see the damage the guard had done much better. The skin around his nose was angry red and bruised, someplace even swollen. The blood was already gone, she washed it off his face well.

And Bronn was smiling with one of those teasing smiles of his - the one she was silly enough to fall for.

"You ripped my dress." she stated instead of asking if he was feeling all right - he might've laughed if she asked that.

"It wasn't even yours."

"It was. Prince Doran gifted it to me." she argued as she looked at the light coloured dress, then back up at Bronn.

He just laughed shortly, dismissively. "I'm sure he gave it to you out of kindness."

"Don't be sarcastic- or jealous. I'm not sitting on his lap in it." she leaned close to him, grinning while doing so, her lips almost touching his. "Besides, I prefer sellswords over golden princes."

"Thank the Gods."

She giggled and leaned back, taking one last look at his nose. " 'You'll be fine, right? I like it more when you're the one punching others."

" 'Never been better." his grip tightened on her waist.

And she leaned in and kissed him, hugging him so close they were almost chest to chest. Despite how quick and lustful he wanted to be, she didn't keep up at all and tried to turn the kiss into a slow, but passionate one. She didn't want to touch his nose too hard or too suddenly. After many tries, she succeeded.

Sitting on Bronn's lap was the best thing in the Seven Kindoms - it didn't only provide pleasure, but comfort and safety too. She felt safe and warm there, and sometimes - most of the times - impossibly teasing and impatient.

"Don't get punched again." she pleaded after a while. "You look good with a scar here and there, but don't make it an everyday thing-- please."

"I'll punch the Hells out of the next cunt who tries, don't you worry." his fingers were dancing around on her back, making her shiver. "Now that we're alone, I know a real' good tavern 'round here. They have the best Dornish wine."

"We shouldn't leave the Old Palace." she said even though she already knew she'll say yes.

"Well, do the rules ever stop us?"

She smiled.

Us.

That's how she knew Bronn loved her. He never said it with confessions, but during times like these he made sure she understood that he really does.

[ladyofthearbor]

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.(tba)

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 ↴

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 : open

please send requests through asks, and feel free to be specific, it helps me a lot

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so sorry if i disappear for a while sometimes, school’s a bitch

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ↴

GOLDEN TRIO ERA

⤷ harry potter

⤷ hermione granger

⤷ ronald weasley

⤷ fred weasley

⤷ george weasley

⤷ percy weasley

⤷ draco malfoy

⤷ pansy parkinson

⤷ lavender brown

⤷ parvati patil

⤷ padma patil

⤷ luna lovegood

⤷ cedric diggory

⤷ charlotte chang

⤷ dudley dursley

HPHM ERA

⤷ penny haywood

⤷ charlie weasley

⤷ bill weasley

⤷ jae kim

⤷ ben copper

⤷ ismelda murk

⤷ talbott winger

⤷ badeea ali

ASOIAF/GAME OF THRONES

⤷ eddard stark

⤷ brandon stark

⤷ robb stark

⤷ sansa stark

⤷ jon snow

⤷ theon greyjoy

⤷ asha greyjoy

⤷ euron “croweye” greyjoy

⤷ tywin lannister

⤷ tyrion lannister

⤷ bronn

⤷ jaime lannister

⤷ brienne of tarth(familial/platonic only)

⤷ petyr baelish

⤷ lothor brune

⤷ stannis baratheon

⤷ davos seaworth

⤷ margaery tyrell

⤷ elinor tyrell(platonic only bc i ship her and alyn too much)

⤷ alla tyrell

⤷ megga tyrell

⤷ willas tyrell

⤷ edmure tully

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⤷ natasha romanoff(3)

⤷ natasha romanoff(8, 9)

⤷ gamora(9)

[megsironthrone]

Dinner

Based off this request:  heyy, i think your writing is amazing !! i was wondering if you could do a request for your game of thrones book with Podrick Payne, i know you asked for a story line so i was thinking the reader would be a lannister and the youngest daughter of tywin (but she’s closer to Pod’s age) and she’s know as being the golden child of the lannisters and everyone loves her because she’s super sweet and caring but she’s smart and intelligent like the rest of them. I was thinking that even though everyone loves her she’s really close with tyrion, bronn and Pod and all of them have dinner together as close friends where they aren’t formal and make jokes and enjoy each other’s company but Pod is a blushing mess who stumbles over his words and all that but the reader is confident and it’s all fluffy and heart felt like that, maybe it ends with a kiss or something, i’m not sure i’m not so good with writing !! anyway if you don’t want to write it or can’t get around to it i totally understand just thought i’d ask anyway, i still enjoy your other stories!

Here you are! I love writing awkward fluff. *Familiar Characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: A little awkwardness, FLUFF! Mentions of alcohol.

Pairings/Characters: Podrick Payne x fem!Lannister reader

There was an odd duck in every family. In House Lannister, it was you. It wasn't that you were really odd. You were just different than the others in your family. You were as intelligent as the rest of your family. You could be cunning and had a strategic mind like them. The difference was how you used your mind. You used it to solve the problems of others instead of searching for power or knowledge. You were sweet and cared about others more than the rest of your family.

         That didn't mean they didn't love you. In fact, they did. You were close with many people in the Red Keep, but none more than your older brother Tyrion, his friend Bronn, and his squire Podrick. The four of you had weekly suppers where the wine flowed and the laughter was plenty. They were your favorite times of the week. Especially on nights like tonight.

         You weren't drinking as much as Tyrion and Bronn, but that didn't stop them from poking fun at poor Podrick. He drank a little too, but when he drank, he became a blushing and stuttering mess. Well, more of one than he normally was around you. You thought it was utterly adorable and decided to tell him so.

         Tyrion and Bronn had both reached the point where they had too much to drink. They were both slumped over the table, snores echoing through the room. You and Podrick sat next to each other where you continued talking and laughing at the two of them. Podrick's cheeks were tinted pink and his brown eyes kept swinging over to you when he thought you weren't looking. It was clear that at least some part of him wanted to forget that outside of your personal spaces, you were a lady and he was a squire. You wanted that too. You wanted Podrick to be yours and only yours. And you had  habit of going for what you wanted, consequences be damned.

         "What?" you asked him. His cheeks got darker and he mumbled something. You asked again and he said a little louder, "You're beautiful." You felt your own face heat up, but you didn't say anything at first. Despite the fact that you had an idea that Podrick had feelings for you, hearing him say them made you giddy.

         "I should go. Lord Tyrion will need me in the morning," he muttered, moving to rise. Your hand moved of its own accord, shooting out to grab Podrick's gently. "Wait. Please." Podrick's eyes met yours. You nearly melted under his gaze when he sat back down. You licked your lips, cheering inside when his eyes instantly darted down to them.

         "I think you're beautiful too, Podrick." Podrick laughed and shook his head, but you were adamant. "You are! You're so handsome. And charming. Kind. Witty. You have a beautiful soul, Podrick Payne." You were proud that, in spite of your drinking, you hadn't lost any of you confidence or eloquence.

         Podrick merely stared at you for a moment as if he were trying to take in all that you had said. You giggled slightly before reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. It was softer than you had imagined. Podrick practically preened under your touch for a moment before clearing his throat. He gingerly took your hand to remove it from his hair. "My lady-Y/N. T-This isn't right." You arched a brow. "Y-You're a lady. I'm just…just a squire."

         "Oh shut it with that. You know I've never cared about that. You mean more to me than just my brother's squire. I love you, Podrick." You both froze. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. Your eyes met again. Podrick's brown irises were swirling with a mix of confusion, surprise, and pure adoration. It gave you the boost you needed to repeat yourself. "I love you." You gripped his hand a little tighter to emphasize that you were serious.

         Podrick gave you a sad smile. "I-I thought…I mean, I had hoped that you felt the same. But we can't, Y/N. I mean, my lady." You let out an annoyed sigh. "Podrick, do you love me?" He instantly nodded his head. "Very much." You smiled as you slid a little closer to him. "And I love you. Behind these doors, we aren't Lady Y/N or a squire. We're just Y/N and Podrick, two people who love each other. I want to be with you, Podrick. I don't care what anyone else has to say about it. I want this if you do."

         "I do, but-" you cut him off by placing your free hand on his cheek. He nearly stopped breathing, as if his mind couldn't catch up to the fact that you were so close. "No 'buts'. Even if we have to keep it a secret, I want to explore what this is. This is my choice. You are my choice. Am I yours?"

         A particularly loud snore caused you to jump, breaking up the staring contest you were having. Podrick took that opportunity to rise and offered his hand to help you up. "We should go." Your heart sank to your feet. You weren't used to this type of heartbreak. As you and Podrick walked down the corridors, you felt unbidden tears pricking your eyes.

         Outside your chambers, you tried to run into your room without looking at Podrick. You needed to be away from him. But his hand on your arm stopped you. "Y/N?" You faced him, tears streaming down your face. Podrick frowned. He reached up to dry your tears. His touch was so gentle, it sent a shiver through you. "Don't cry, my Y/N," he whispered.

         "How can I not? Y-You don't want to take a chance on us." It was Podrick's turn to look confused before a soft smile made its way to his face. "I didn't get the chance to answer you," he said softly, taking a step closer to you. You were trapped between him and the door to your chambers. He leaned in closer to lean his forehead on yours.

         "You are my choice, Y/N. You will always be my choice." He placed a feather-light kiss to your forehead and then to your cheek. "Podrick?" He hummed in response. "Come inside?" His eyes widened comically, making you giggle in the dark, empty corridor. "Nothing like that. Although, I would like to experience what Baelish's girls did some day, I just…I just want you to hold me for now."

         Podrick grinned and nodded, prompting you to open your chamber door. Not wanting him to be uncomfortable, you kept your dress on as you pulled him toward your bed. As soon as you were lying down, he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his lips on the top of your head. "I love you," he breathed out. His breath tickled and made another shiver run down your spine.

         You looked up at him. "I love you, too." The hand that wasn't wrapped around you came up to cup your cheek. He lightly ran his thumb across your skin. You couldn't pull your eyes away from his even if you wanted to. The only time you did was when closed them as your lips finally met for the first time. And when they did, you weren't sure you'd ever want to stop.

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[dany-is-my-queen]

Born To Be Yours | Part IX

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baratheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 2,883

Note: Sorry for the delay :(

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.8

“I’m glad nothing serious happened to you or your friend.” Tyrion poured himself some wine and you accepted to drink with him.

“Me too.”

“I know you are a hero but I sense something else here... why you keep taking those risks for her?” He curiously asked.

“She has no one...” That was true, still, you were trying to keep your feelings buried.

“You love her.” You hid your blush behind the silver cup. He chuckled. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. She seems to be a good Lady. With all that your brother has done to her having you is a blessing.”

“You... you’re okay with it?” Loving her in secret was one thing but saying it out loud to someone was a different one.

“Of course! I could never judge you. You don’t dictate your heart, you have all my support, Y/N.” He warmly smiled, you bent down to hug him. This is one of the many reasons you love your uncle so much.

“Thank you, uncle.”

“Now I fully understand why you did that yesterday. Does she know?” He walked to the balcony gesturing you to follow him.

“No. And maybe it’s all in my head.” You brushed it off. “She sees me as her very good chum who saves her from my horrendous family.”

“Or perhaps she’s just afraid to admit it. After all, you are the princess. It’s not that easy. You’ll figure it out.” He tapped your shoulder. Could Sansa really feel the same? Nothing’s impossible, you just have to give it time and be patient. But with the way she looks at you... how you find comfort in her embraces... how she gently touches your hand...

You made your way to the Stark girl’s room to check on her just to find the door wide open and a scared Sansa with the bed stained of blood, her nightgown had red stains too.

The Hound was there, you scowled. You knew he was going to tell Cersei, and that was the last thing the redhead wanted. Shae arrived shortly.

“Good morning.” You said.

“Princess.” Sandor and Shae greeted. Your gaze landed on Sansa, the tears were threatening to come out. She didn’t say anything.

“I will inform the Queen.” He stated and left. Sansa threw herself into your arms. You could feel her tensing and quivering.

“Hey hey, it’s gonna be fine. He’s not gonna touch you.” You promise her, you would do anything to keep him away from her, even if that meant being punished.

“You should take a bath before you meet her grace.” The young handmaid said.

“I’m going to wait outside until you are finished, then I’ll escort you to my mother’s chambers. Don’t worry, my lady. I got you.” You assured. Her features relaxed and you gave her a small nod.

You tried to come with excuses for your mother to not force her to carry Joffrey’s babies immediately but nothing with a valid point seemed to be compelling enough.

After she was done you headed to her big room. “How is your wound?” You added to soothe the hike.

“Better. You are a very good healer.” She shyly answered.

“One of my many gifts.” You winked to ease her nerves. The Queen Regent was already expecting her, yet she was not very surprised when you showed up behind Sansa, you let her entered first.

“My love, what are you doing here?” Cersei asked you, raising her eyebrow.

“I... thought I’d give Lady Sansa some advice, I flowered almost two years ago. I know it is grubby at first.”

“It certainly is. But her mother prepared her, didn’t she?”

“She told me. I thought... it would be different.” Sansa confessed.

“In what way?” You both took a seat.

“I thought it would be less... less messy.”

“Wait until you birth a child. You’re a woman now, do you know what that means?”

“I’m fit to bear children for the King.” Yes, your heart was breaking again.

“Is there any rush?” You intervened and Cersei faked a sympathetic smile.

“The sooner the better.” She made a flick for you to keep your mouth shut. Your jaw tensed. “A prospect that once delighted you. The greatest honor for a queen. Joffrey has always been difficult. Even his birth, I labored one day and a half to bring him into this world. You cannon imagine the pain. I screamed so loud I was sure Robert would hear me in the Kingswood.”

“His grace was not with you?”

“Robert was hunting. Whenever my time was near, he would flee to the trees with his huntsmen and his hounds. The only time he was with me was when Y/N was born. I’ll always remember how she wrapped her little hand around his finger, she smiled at him and that was the only time in my life I saw a tear fell from his cheek. It was too emotional.”

You missed him so badly, the stories he used to tell you about Westeros, the adventures he had when he was a young Lord, the thrill in his eyes when he saw you swing the sword for the first time, he taught you all about archery, about bravery. When you were feeling low because of Joffrey and your mother he would carry you in his arms and then ride far from the city in your horses. You missed those days cause in the dark moments he was your hero.

“You never told me that before.”

“You were your father’s favorite.” Then she referred to Sansa. “Joffrey will show you no such devotion. You may never love the King but you will love his children.” She told her calmly.

“I love his grace with all my heart.” Sansa lied in her usual innocent voice.

“That’s very touching to hear. Permit me to share some womanly wisdom with you on this special day. The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children. On that front, a mother has no choice.” Was it so hard for Cersei to love you as much as she loved your siblings? To support you and be there for you?

“But shouldn’t I love Joffrey, your grace?”

“You can try, little dove. My sweet daughter here, she will be marrying some Lord very soon. I think it’s time for you to start your own family.” The blonde abruptly added. Sansa felt her stomach twist itself into an uncomfortable knot.

“That means I will have to leave you, mother.” You complained. Cersei doesn’t want to end up alone, Jaime is a prisoner, you don’t know if you’re going to see him again. But she doesn’t want you to abandon her, deep down does she care? A question you often ask yourself.

“You grew too fast. You are my oldest daughter, any man who has your heart will be very lucky. Many of them are interested in you.” Your eyes were set only on Sansa Stark, even if you couldn’t be together.

“But I’m not interested in them.” You pointed out. Was she trying to send you away just because you were willing to keep protecting Sansa at all costs, or did she really wanted to get rid of you?

You and the northerner walked out. You let go of those thoughts. Focusing on her again you broke the silence. “There’ll be a battle soon. My uncle’s army will arrive anytime. Joffrey is going to be busy. I’m always here for you, Sansa.” You reassured once more, for her to know she’s not alone.

“I feel trapped. But when you’re around... you make everything better.” Hearing that made you feel a wave of joy. She blushed and gods, your face was the color of her hair too.

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” You said smiling sincerely at her. She smiled back at you.

The following days passed so very fast, now you were helping uncle Tyrion do some researching on books to find information to use for the incoming battle. The King himself apparently is occupied torturing people and animals to care for his Kingdoms. Bronn was there too, your uncle thought he’d come with some ideas for the defense of the city.

You were distracted, to say the least, your mind wandering in the redhead beauty, in how she seemed to be troubled almost all the time.

“Dear niece, I need your cleverness.” You came out of your trance.

“We are very lucky to have you as Hand of the King, uncle, otherwise we’d be doomed. And I mean it, no sarcasm. I want to join you in the field.” Tyrion wasn’t expecting to hear that statement. You knew you could be effective.

“What? Absolutely not. The last time in the riot the gods were good and you were unharmed. This is way different. I know you are brave, just like Robert was, but I would never forgive myself if something happened to you. Let alone the fact your mother won’t allow it.”

“I can take care of myself. Joffrey won’t last a moment there. Maybe I can coax him to fight along his men.”

“I wish you could. He won’t listen.”

“I’ll do it anyway.”

“So stubborn. My brain might explode before I find something helpful. ‘A History of the Great Sieges of Westeros.’ By Archmaester Shevelathin. Shevelatesh.”

“Ch’Vyalythan.” You corrected him.

“Are you sure?” You shrugged.

“My Princess. Lord Hand. Commander. I must compliment you on the Gold Cloak’s performance last few weeks. Did you know there has been a marked drop in thievery?” Lord Varys said entering the room.

“How did you accomplish this?”

“Me and the lads rounded up all the known thieves.” Bronn nonchalant replied.

“For questioning?”

“No. It’s just the unknown thieves we need to worry about now.”

“We’ve talked about this.”

“Have you ever been on a city under siege? Maybe this part is not in your books. See, it’s not the fighting that kills most people. It’s the starving. Food’s worth more than gold. The thieves love a siege. Soon as the gates are sealed they steal all of it. By the time it’s all over, they’re the richest men in town.”

“Yes, I believe extreme measures are warranted. Ah ‘The Great Sieges of Westeros.’ Thrilling subject, shame archmaester Ch’Vyalthan wasn’t a better writer.” Varys referred to the big book on the table.

“Uncle Stannis knows King’s Landing, he knows where we are the strongest and where we are the weakest. We need to be cautious. Take him down before he arrives at the gates.” Now you were focusing, strategy was essential.

“That’s it! The Mud Gate. A good ram will batter it down in minutes, and it’s only fifty yards from the water. That’s where he’ll land.” Tyrion affirmed certainly.

“If he does attack at the Mud Gate, what is our plan?” Varys curiously inquired. Tyrion looked at you, and then back at him.

“Wildfire.” He said.

After discussing the tactics you went to share some time with Sansa, she is one of the few people who gives you peace. Little Tommen was on his reading lessons. She was embroidering a red scarf with two lions on the top. Your heart warmed at the sight of it.

“Shae is not here?”

“I dismissed her an hour ago.” Then she stood up. “A present for you.”

“Why do I owe the pleasure?” You admired her flawless needlework.

“Because you always save me. You are always there for me. I don’t know how can I ever repay you.”

“You don’t have to, you know I do it cause I love you I’m your friend. But I appreciate the gift though. It is a very fine design.” She flushed, seeing her like this is very cute.

“You think... your brother is going to defeat Lord Stannis?”

“Brave men will fight. I have faith in them and in my uncle’s plan. I-I might... get involved.”

“Is this a bad joke?” She looked at you perplexed.

“I’m afraid is not.”

“Y/N, you could die! You are strong but still too young to go to war. And you are a princess.” Sansa winced. You squeezed gently her arm.

“I won’t die. I heard uncle Renly had in his Kingsguard a female warrior. And what about Visenya Targaryen? She was a fantastic skilled warrior as well. She fought alongside Aegon in his conquest, and in the First Dornish War. Also, she was a dragon rider, she bonded with the one called Vhagar. And had a Valyrian steel longsword named Dark Sister. I wish I had one.” You commented, utterly excited. Sansa didn’t really like the topic but her eyes lighted up every time you talked about something you were passionate about.

“You never cease to amaze me, you know so much about these things. I understand now why Arya and you got along so well.” And it’s true, you wished she was here, you missed the youngest Stark girl running around the castle. “But still, I don’t like the idea of you being out there. It’s too dangerous. You said you weren’t going anywhere.” She mumbled the last sentence.

“Trust me.” You held her hands on your own.

“Just be careful, please. Don’t leave me alone.”

“I will be. And I’ll never leave you.”

You were walking side by side with the King, Varys, and Tyrion on the eastern walls.

“If my uncle Stannis lands on the shores of King’s Landing, I’ll ride out to greet him.” Joffrey smugly spoke.

“A brave choice, your grace. I’m sure your men will line up behind you.” Tyrion subtly jeered.

“They say he never smiles. I’ll give him a red smile from ear to ear.” You rolled your eyes, knowing he wouldn’t stand a chance against him on his own. Lord Varys and your uncle began to converse with each other.

“Hey, Y/N. I heard you want to join us in the fight.” He said in a mocking way.

“You think I’m not capable?”

“Exactly. You are a woman. Not that I really care about what happens to you. You’ll die out there.”

“You have little faith in me, big brother. But still, I’m way better than you in almost everything.” You squinted your lips. “No! In absolutely everything. Don’t worry, I’ll pray for our victory.”

“I already know your whore friend has flowered. I’ll come to visit her right after I kill our uncle.” He hissed and you didn’t punch him right away right there cause you held back your fury. He was provoking you, you would get your knuckles bloody for Sansa if he goes too far.

“...They say he burns his enemies alive to honor the Lord of Light.” You joined the conversation between the two men.

“The Lord of Light wants his enemies burnt. The Drowned God wants them drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious cunts? Where is the god of tits and wine?” Tyrion wittily questioned.

“In the Summer Isles, they worship a fertility goddess with sixteen teats.” Varys responded.

“We should sail there immediately.” You smirked.

“Lord Varys, do you know anything new about the Targaryen girl?" Some nights you wonder, if your father hadn't won the Rebellion she would be here, this would be her home, she was exiled so she could survive, she was forced to marry a savage, her family is dead, the world is such a cruel place... and when you are a helpless girl it gets worse, what if things had turned out differently? And you were the one on the other side of the world, maybe that's one of the main reasons why you sympathized with her.

“This morning, I heard a song all the way from Qarth beyond the Red Waste. Daenerys Targaryen lives.”

“That’s a relief.” You said.

“A relief? She has three dragons. But even if what they say is true, it’ll be years before they are fully grown. And then there will be nowhere to hide.” Varys argued.

“She’s on the edge of the world, the least of our problems.” Uncle Tyrion tried to sound unconcerned.

“Three baby dragons? How is that possible?” They were extinct for almost three hundred years. How she managed to bring them back?

“Princess, do you consider it was wise to let her live? If you knew then what you do now... would you persuade his grace to give the order? She might be a threat soon enough, she will claim the throne-“

“Maybe she’s not interested in it. Not everyone is. Especially the rightful heirs. She did nothing wrong.”

“Yet.”

“I don’t regret my choice. I wouldn’t change it if I could.” You were confident, she’s innocent, one game at the time, you thought. Just because her ancestors were evil doesn’t mean she is evil too.

“You are so selfless, and good. Westeros might need a Queen like you.” Varys remarked.

“I’m no Queen, my Lord.” The throne belongs to you more than to Joffrey that was for sure, but how can you overthrow snakes that know your weaknesses and can use them to sting and hurt you the most?

[evyiione]

Solace: Chapter Five

Summary: The story of Jaime Lannister and Y/N about how they escaped Cersei’s claws.

Warning: Angst, Fluff, mild smut, graphic torture scene

Pairing: Jaime x Fem!Stark!Reader

Reader's pronoun: She/Her

A/N: I hope Game of Thrones fans out there will like it!

Disclaimer: GOT belongs to G.R.R Martin and the HBO Company. I only own the story.

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CHAPTER 5: FALL OF A TYRANT

 PREVIOUSLY

 “I should’ve been there to protect you! I should’ve stayed!” he exclaimed.

“Enough, don’t start with this again. I chose this fate. Besides now that you are here, I already feel better. I know everything will be alright.” you said and kissed him.

Jaime laid down and scooted closer to you. He put his handless arm around your waist and caressed your head with his hand until you both fell asleep.

 Jaime wasn’t worried to get caught with you, he was an early bird so he would make sure you would be back in your quarters before anyone would notice.

Little did they know, a servant had heard everything and reported to Cersei immediately.

 A FEW DAYS LATER

 Jaime, although still depressed at the loss of his sword hand, soon found a way to feel useful once more. Thanks to Cersei, he now had a golden hand. Every day he would train with Bronn, and to be honest he was getting better, mentally, physically and at fighting.

 He presented you to Brienne of Tarth and you immediately liked her; she was a strong woman who didn’t give a shit about what other people thought. You admired her for that.

 Lately, Jaime and Cersei spent a lot of time together for the preparation of Joffrey’s wedding. At first, you were worried Cersei would try to get information as to why he kept rejecting her advances. You knew he wouldn’t betray you, but you were afraid of what Cersei was capable of.

And finally came King Joffrey’s wedding to Margery Tyrell…

 The wedding was grand, worthy of a King, of a great King, which Joffrey was not. And although you were glad that Sansa did not have to marry him, a small part of you wept for Margery.

 The day started on a great note but unfortunately ended on a bad one.

At the banquet, you were seated beside Lady Olenna Tyrell. You watched Joffrey as he humiliated his uncle. You watched as he choked and fell to the ground. You watched as Jaime rushed toward his son as his features contorted in worry and fear.

 As Joffrey drew his last breath, he pointed at Tyrion just as he picked up the cup. Cersei, devastated and enraged by the loss of her son, had Tyrion arrested for the King’s murder.

 Fearing that your little sister would be accused of conspiracy, you forced yourself to detach your eyes from the lifeless body sprawled on the floor to look at your sister, only to find that she had disappeared.

 A part of you was worried for Sansa, but you also hoped that wherever she was, she would be safer than in Cersei claws.

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 After Joffrey’s funeral, Jaime came to you desolated in your chambers. You could see it in his eyes, he felt responsible for his son’s death. As soon as he closed the door, you enveloped him into a hug. 

 “It is my fault” Jaime whispered, as beads of tears started to fall.

 Stepping back and grabbing his head between your hands so he would look at you straight in the eyes, you said: “No, it was not; there is nothing you could have done to prevent it”.

 “I am a Kingsguard, I a - was his father, I should have been here to protect him,” he said resting his hands upon yours.

 “Listen to me Jaime, no one could have prevented it, it wasn’t your fault as much as it wasn’t mine. I am sorry you lost a son, I can’t imagine how hard it must be, but never think that you are responsible for his death,” you said and then took his hand to lead him to your bed, where you both sat.

 “And it is certainly not Tyrion’s fault either. He and Joffrey didn’t like each other sure, but he would never have killed him. Tyrion would never purposefully harm his family,” Jaime stated.

 “I know. I believe Tyrion to be innocent. His trial is in two days and I fear he might say something harsh that might end up with him with a cord around his neck” you said, sharing your worries.

 “Tyrion has a thing for dramatics, whatever he planned won’t end well. I visited him in his cell earlier and told me he was going to ask for a trial by combat. But if his champion was to lose, I need to find a way to get him out. I already lost my son, I won’t stand idly by and let another member of my family die.” Jaime affirmed.

 “I know you wouldn’t, it is one of the things I like most about you. You would do anything for those you hold dear in your heart,” you said, smiling at him before leaning in and kissing him, a kiss he eagerly returned.

 A FEW DAYS AFTER TYRION ESCAPE

 Jaime, although still grieving, managed to move on. He didn’t want to dwell on the past, he preferred to plan his future.

 He only talked about it to Bronn, but Jaime seriously considered the idea of marrying you. You are his light and despite all the things that are keeping him from marrying you, like his status as a King's Guard, he wants to marry you more than anything else. The only thing is that he didn’t know how and when to ask you. 

 But he knew that when it was time, he would know right away. And for him, this moment happened to be when he visited you in your chambers one evening. Here you were, sitting upon a chair, reading a book, the glow of the candles shining upon your skin, creating a golden aura around you. You were perfection personified.

 As soon as he got out of his trance, he rushed to you and got down on one knee, grasping your hands.

 His actions and odd behaviour surprised you and as you were about to ask him what was going on, he cut you off.

 “Y/N, you saved me from myself: you are my own true love and I would be honoured to call you my wife if you will have me?” 

 You froze in shock, your mouth hanging open for a minute, but as he called your name for a second time, you quickly uttered your answer.

 “Yes! Yes, I will marry you!” you exclaimed, throwing yourself at him and capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

 When you broke apart for some air, Jaime got up, lifting you in his arms and started walking toward the bed where he laid you down. He took off his armour, dressed down to his breaches and joined you in bed, encircling his arms around your waist so that you would lay on him. No words were needed, as you both relished in the happiness of the moment.

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 These last few days have been the happiest of your life. Both you and Jaime were happy, even though you were not married yet, you knew that nothing could break you apart.

 Unfortunately, a mission for Jaime will lead him to leave you for a while. He was tasked to retrieve Myrcella from Dorne.

 The day before his departure, Jaime asked you to join him in the undergrounds of the Red Keep. He told you to wear your best dress and to remain unseen. You did as he asked and put on your favourite dress, an elegant gown made of midnight blue and white/grey silk with a plunging neckline. 

 As you reached the undergrounds, you saw many torches were lit, forming a path. Following the said path you finally arrived at the destination when you saw Jaime and Bronn waiting for you, the both of them well dressed and another man.

 Approaching Jaime with a confused face you asked him: “What is all this, Jaime?”.

 “Our wedding.” Jaime simply answered.

 “What? But how? You are still a King’s Guard, you can’t marry me,” you said, even more confused.

 “I know that, but it is just for us. Bronn will be our witness and Maester Lurell will officiate the ceremony. He is an old friend of my family and was sworn to secrecy.” Jaime explained.

 “Jaime, I don’t know what to say…” you softly said.

 “Then just say yes, say that you will marry me. I love you more than anything and want to spend the rest of my days with you. I don’t want to spend one more second without being married to you, without being able to call you my wife.” Jaime confessed.

 At his words, your heart swelled with love and you grabbed his face and kissed him with all the love you could muster before pulling away.

 “The first time you proposed, the answer was yes. The answer hasn’t changed nor will it ever change. Of course, I will marry you! I love you so much!” you said as tears of happiness slid down your face.

 “You heard the lady, let’s get the ceremony started, shall we?” Bronn exclaimed turning towards Maester Lurell, a grin visible on his face.

 After exchanging your vows, Jaime got two strings out of his pouch and held them out to you. Looking at it, you gasped. At the end of each string were pendants: one of a lion and one of a wolf.

 “I am sorry I can’t get you a ring given our situation, but I had this made especially for you. The wolf represents you, and the lion represents me. And if you bring them together, you can see that they fit perfectly as one, just like you and I.” Jaime explained.

 “Jaime, it is beautiful thank you.” You said as tears started to fall again.

 Happy that his gift pleased you, Jaime proceeded to tie the string of the lion pendant around your neck and then you tied the wolf pendant around his.

 Turning back to you and touching your pendant Jaime said: “This way a part of me will always be with you and a part of you with me.” and then kissed you again.

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 Life was peaceful for a time in the Red Keep. Ever since Cersei had been arrested by the High Sparrow, life seemed easier for you. Of course, you pitied the woman, she didn’t deserve whatever they were doing to her. You just hoped Jaime would come back soon. You didn’t want to face Cersei before Jaime’s return.

 However, as soon as Cersei recovered she wasted no time attempting to get to you. And get to you she did. As soon as the sky was covered in stars, she had you abducted.

 Someone entered your chambers and knocked you unconscious. When you woke up, you were chained to a wall in an extremely dark and foul-smelling room with only one very small window. You couldn’t see anything else as the night didn’t provide much light.

 For hours, you screamed for help, but nobody came. You tried to yank at your chains to no avail. As the sun rose into the sky, you had given up. But the light provided by the rising sun allowed you to notice a chair and a small round table with a jug and goblet on it. You only got a hint of your location as you heard the bells of the Sept of Baelor ring midday.

 It was then that you heard someone unlock the door. You thought that someone had come for you yet as the door opened and revealed who was stepping in, you knew that this person was not here to save you but to hurt you.

 “Oh, you’re awake. Perfect,” said Cersei as she entered the room.

 “W-What do you want?” you asked. You tried to show no fear, but the waver in your voice betrayed you.

 Smirking, Cersei said “I want you to suffer” before she proceeded to call for someone. “You can come in, Qyburn”.

Then a small man you had only seen in passing entered with a tray full of sharp objects. Your blood ran cold. 

Cersei then sat at the table and poured what seemed to be wine into the goblet. “Qyburn here has invented a few little tools he would like to test. And you seem to be perfect for his experiments. Meanwhile, I will sit and enjoy the show.” and she took a sip of her wine.

Then, the nightmare began.

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 Over the days that passed under Qyburn’s ministrations, you realized that Cersei’s intention was not to get information out of you: she intended to see you suffer. 

All you could feel was pain. You tried not to show it but Qyburn was rather methodical when it came to torture, slicing you ever so slowly, much to the enjoyment of Cersei. They would come once or twice a day, sometimes at night, and Cersei would sit idly by as Qyburn would try one of his new “toys” as he liked to call them. Sometimes, one of Cersei's guards, Gregor Clegane, you believe, would be called in and would beat you. You experienced the worst of Qyburn’s inventions when one day a chair with straps and metal attached to it appeared. The Mountain placed you into it, strapping you in so you couldn’t move an inch of your body. Qyburn would sit next to you and get several needles and a small hammer from the tray; he would place the needles right under your nails and slowly push them in with the hammer. All you could do was scream, and scream you did.

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 As the boat Jaime was stood in approached the decks of King’s Landing, all he could feel was sadness for his daughter and longing for his wife. The thought of seeing her was all that kept him going.

However, when he only saw Cersei waiting for him, he knew something was terribly wrong. He wanted to go and look after you but knew he couldn’t right away. As much as he hated Cersei, they still lost their daughter: the purest of the Lannisters.

 After comforting his sister, he went to try and find you. He first went to your chambers, but he did not find you there. He then tried the Library but again, you weren’t there. On the way to the gardens, he crossed paths with Bronn and asked for his help. Bronn, of course, agreed to help and then went the opposite way.

 After looking for you for over an hour, Jaime decided to go and confront his sister.

 Jaime stormed into Cersei’s room yelling: “What have you done to her? Where is my wife!?”

 Although shocked by the revelation of his marriage to you, Cersei managed to keep her mask intact. “You mean the Stark slut? Somewhere hidden, away from you.”

 “Tell me where she is now!” Jaime all but yelled.

 “And tell me why I should let her live when our daughter is dead! You failed to take our daughter home safe and sound. This failure of yours will only bring your slut more suffering!” said Cersei nonchalantly.

 "Don't you dare hurt her, she is my only solace in all of the Seven Kingdoms! If you dare raise a hand upon her, I will-" Jaime threatened but was cut off. 

 "You will do what? Kill me? You and I both know you are not capable of it" Cersei spat.

 "You can burn under dragon fire for all I care! You mean nothing to me!" Jaime roared at Cersei.

 "I'm your Queen; you can't frighten me! You can't harm me!" Cersei exclaimed with an unwavering voice but shock and hurt were written all over her face.

 "If you hurt the woman I love, I will make sure you die. I'm not afraid of adding Queenslayer to my list of titles." Jaime said calmly, staring at his sister with eyes so intense that they could cut her head right off.

 "I once was the woman you loved... Don't you remember?" Cersei said, as a last attempt to manipulate him.

 "Yes, I do remember. But now, when I'm looking at you, all I see is a monster," Jaime answered and then left to retrieve Bronn to keep looking for you. 

 As he walked away, he could hear Cersei screaming: “I swear to the old Gods and new that as long as I draw breath, I'll have no rest until she is dead! You belong to me, Jaime!”.

 But he ignored her threat. When he finally found Bronn, the two of them rummaged through the whole palace in hopes of finding you, fighting anyone who dared to stand in their way, threatening anyone who might be withholding valuable information. However, the search ended when they came across Cersei’s maid. Jaime didn’t even have to threaten her because the look of fury on his face was enough to make her disclose your location.

 She led them to you and as soon as they arrived, she ran away.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going?” Bronn exclaimed as he left to follow her.

 “Leave her, she is of no use to us anymore,” Jaime said and Bron nodded, knowing he was right. Then Jaime made his way to the door. He tried to open the door but it was locked. So, he decided to force his way through it. As soon as the door gave way he rushed inside, scanning every corner of the cell until his eyes found her. 

 As a man born in the Lannister House, he was prepared to see all kinds of monstrosities. His time beside the Mad King had him growing accustomed to the gore of life. But nothing could’ve prepared him to see his beloved wife in such a state. His blood ran cold at the thought of what Cersei had done to you. It was only when you called his name that he snapped out of his stupor and rushed to you, carefully cradling you in his arms.

 “Oh, Y/N... I am so sorry. I should’ve never left” Jaime whispered as tears threatened to fall. 

 Looking up at him, you brought a hand to his face, stroking his cheek before whispering words of reassurance. “It’s okay, you are here now. It looks worse than it is”.

 Smiling at your attempt to appease him, he said: “We are getting out of here; we are leaving this town, I am not ready to lose someone else today”.

 At his words, you frowned and asked: “Lose someone else? Who?” without meeting your gaze, he answered, “Myrcella… she… she died on the way back. She knew who I was, you know? She knew I was her father, and she still loved me. Yet I failed her, and I failed you…”.

 “Oh Jaime, you did not fail her, you were here for her all of her life, even if just as an uncle. The fact that she loved you only shows that you did right by her and you certainly did not fail me, you hear me? You didn’t fail anyone,” you said, grabbing his face between your hands and looking at him straight in the eyes.

 Nodding slowly, Jaime let out a shaky breath and stood up, lifting you in his arms.

 “Oi, not to interrupt the reunion but we have to move before we get caught,” Bronn whisper-yelled, still standing guard.

 “Alright, let us go, Y/N is in no shape to walk, so I will carry her while you cover our back. We have to get to the docks” Jaime instructed.

 “Why the docks?” You and Bronn asked at the same time.

 “I told you that we were getting out of King’s Landing, didn’t I? We are going to Esos, and try to find Tyrion. I am sure he will help us convince his Queen to protect us.” Jaime explained before continuing “I am sure the ship is still there, and I got the gold we need to buy the captain’s service” and with that proceeded to walk out of the cell. 

 Bronn walked in front of you both, making sure no guards were in the vicinity. When you were out of the Keep, you were stopped by a dozen guards and behind them stood Cersei, her green eyes blazing with anger.

 Without wasting any time, Jaime put you down, unsheathed his sword and attacked the enemy along with Bronn. The fight was hard, as Jaime and Bronn were severely outnumbered, but they still managed to kill everyone until only Cersei was standing.

 “Bronn, take Y/N, I will take Cersei” Jaime ordered before walking up to his twin.

 “What are you going to do? Kill me?” Cersei asked.

 “I should. I should kill you, this way I know you will never hurt the woman I love ever again… But I won’t kill you, for now. I will just use you so we can escape safely. If any of your guards are following us, or if your new dog attacks try anything, I will kill you.” Jaime said while looking at her straight in the eyes before tying her hands and putting a knife at her throat. 

 Cersei was astonished at the hate dripping out of his words. Never had she imagined that Jaime would speak to her like that or put a knife at her throat. She was speechless, but hatred toward Y/N kept growing inside of her. Nevertheless, she nodded in understanding and let herself be dragged out to the docks.

 As they arrived at the docks, the Mountain and some guards were standing in their path. The knife at her throat pressed harder as a silent command to make her order her guards to do nothing.

 “Let them pass! Don’t engage in combat!” Cersei yelled.

 Following the orders, the guards let the four of them walk up to the small boat. They all clambered aboard, Bronn taking the oars in hand to row to the ship.

 Once aboard the ship, Jaime paid the captain and turned to Cersei. “I will let you go now, but you’d better not have anyone follow us. Otherwise, I will make sure to kill you next time I see you,” Jaime threatened and then dragged her onto the edge of the deck where they could see the guards anxiously waiting at the docks.

 “I will release the Queen! You will have to come and get her!” Jaime screamed.

 As Jaime cut the ropes tying her wrists together Cersei said, “I swear to the old Gods and new, that as long as I draw breath, I'll have no rest until she is dead!” but Jaime ignored her and pushed her overboard.

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 The journey to Esos was long, but it gave you time to recover. Jaime tended to your injuries every day. He barely left your side, the only times he left you alone were at night when you were asleep to either get some air or to talk with Bronn.

 Seven days after you left King’s Landing, you finally reached Pentos where they found an old friend of Tywin who helped them locate Tyrion and the Dragon Queen. When you arrived in Meereen, Jaime asked for an audience with Daenerys, and, although the Queen was not at first pleased to see the man who killed her father, she agreed, under Tyrion’s advice, to protect all of you.

 And this is how you and Jaime were finally at peace together with your friends. And, despite the war looming over your head, you knew you would all come out alive and stronger from it because you were together, and nothing could destroy the love you had for each other and your hopes for a better future.

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5

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SLF Fic Masterlist

The Adventure Zone:

Mr. + Mrs. Burnsides (a wedding day fic for Magnus and Julia, including a history of their relationship, a few ocs for best man and maid of honor, and of course the ceremony and wedding night~~)

Part 1 anticipation

Part 2 memories

Part 3 settled

Part 4 breathe

Part 5 convene

Part 6 ceremony

Part 7 finish

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure:

Stardust Chillsaders (one shot) Set just after the battle with Yellow Temperance when they’re at the hotel in Singapore. Stand interactions, Kakyoin taking care of Jotaro’s wounds, and all the Stardust boys relaxing for once.

Maybe Tonight (set in P8 Morioh--you run into the main trio and end up falling in love with Rai 👀💚🌿ongoing series)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Bonus: Rai Playlist

Cream (Rai Mamezuku x Reader) (LIME/LEMON 18+ ONLY) Collab with giogio-gucci-gangstar! Cooking at Rai’s place leads to something a little steamier~ Super cute and playful interactions with reader!

Fruits Basket:

Seven (Hatori x Reader) (LIME/LEMON 18+ ONLY) This is something way different from my usual, but I couldn’t stop thinking about a Hatori first time fic. After all those years of being under the zodiac curse and not having affection, he would be sotouch starved. So, this fic is about the 7 times you meet

Game of Thrones:

Divine Fire (Beric x Reader) (LIME) (one shot of reader taking care of Beric’s wound after his battle with Sandor Clegane and figuring out their feelings for one another)

Leather + Parchment (Bronn x Reader) (LIME) (Fem reader comes to help Tyrion and Bronn do some research in the library. You find yourself falling  quickly, intrigued by the handsome rogue. The two of you go out to the seaside cove (yes the one Bronn and Jaime trained at) for a little late night fun~)