yes, i know that the first few chapter links are broken please refrain messaging me about it hahah I’ve been working on getting the links working again and here they are!! These are all the links up to the most recent chapter. More will be added as the story progresses.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
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Daryl comes to you Asking for help to take the edge off, a tip from your pal carol leads to more than a drug to help.
cw: drug use (weed 420, mariuanna), sex under intoxication, mutual pinning, strong language, UNPROTECTED INTERCOURSE< PinV. (NOT PROOF READ)
You sit in the green house office area. Not much of an office, the distilling area and the stack of papers, log books, all on a white foldable table. Your feet rest on the table as you read over your inventory stock of herbs checking off and organizing what needs to be grown more.
“y/n!? Yah here?” the familiar voice of daryl dixon sound through hitting your ears. You sit up moving your feet off the table, turning to the location of the sound.
“Yes?” you call. He hurries through the semi maze of plants before seeing you.
“H-hey..” he says sheepishly.
“Hey. what's up?” you ask looking up to him
“I was wonderin if you had anything..to help keep calm i guess, just..with everything we went through…um..” he says the most recent fight for home against a large horde was successful thankfully but it had everyone more than on edge.
“Yeah you want tea or a salve?” you ask.
“Sure. Carol told me, to tell you, she sent me so..” he says leaning his shoulder against the exposed support beam pillar.
You smile up at him and nod knowing Carol sent him. You get up from your seat and walk to the side pantry cabinet. You reach up and pull out a shoe box.
“You are lucky! I rolled these this morning.” you say and take the top off revealing the stack of prerolls you and tara rolled.
“Here, smoke that one when you're alone, comfortable, and give these to Carol.” you say handing him three.
“This weed?” he asks. You nod. He scoffs.
“You grew weed?” he says, nodding.
“Where?” he says.
“Around. You smoked before?” you ask him.
“Yeah…once,” he says.
“Well if you need a smoke buddy you got Carol.” you say giving him a smile.
”not you?” He asks.
You bashfully take one out of the box and grab matches, you pinch the top and burn the edges popping off the top before fully lighting up. You inhale a puff blowing it out to the side.
“Dont smoke it too fast.” you say to him.
“Thanks.” he says you nod to him as he heads out.
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Later that night you walk down the streets of Alexandria people greeting you a goodnight as they head inside for the night.
On the porch of yours and Rosita's place you see dark. The porch lights on as he sits on the steps.
“Hey.” you say.
He holds up the roll to you.
“Wanna smoke it with me?” he asks as he gives a light chuckle before sitting down next to him.
He pulls out a lighter and is about to light it but you stop it.
“Here, pinch it like this, and burn it around here.” You show his how to pop the top off a joint.
“That easy you dont have a blocked cherry” you smile to him
he hands lighter to wanting you to go first.
“Nah come on. You take the first hit.” you say smiling to him.
“Hmm.” he replies.
“Here.” you say putting the joint between his lips and switching the lighter. He uses his hand to shield any breeze from dousing the flame. It's a short moment but the closeness sends a shiver against you. Daryl looks at your face through messy hair. Once lit he inhales, taking in the smoke. He hands it to you and you take a hit as well.
A few more inhales and the effects hit. Floating in calm, and peace you speak..
“You said you smoked before?’ you asked.
He nods.
“With who?” you ask.
“Merle, and his friend, weren't good though. took a rip and i ended up coughin’ so hard i puked.” he says you giggle. He looks to you half lidded eyes smiling to you as the joyful sound leave your body.
“I like it when you do that.” he says, taking the roll from you and taking a hit.
“What?” you ask.
“You laugh’n and smilin’.” he replies to you blowing out the smoke.
“Dont say that.” you say.
“Why not?” he asks.
“You don't mean it is all.” you say.
“I do..” he says. You look down to your hands he takes another hit.
“You wanna stay here tonight, dont gotta worry about rosita, she’s out..again.” you ask him as his place is on the other side of town and he's high alone at night. He looks to you almost as if he's asking for further confirmation to say yes.
“Sure,” he says.
“Think it's better I don't walk back like this.” he says as you laugh and stand up nodding.
“Yeah you're stoned for sure.” you say
“Yeah?” he asks looking up to you. Before taking another hit.
“Yeah. that burned out 4 hits ago and you're still suckin on it.” you laugh. He chuckles with you and gets up, flicking it off to the side. You turn and walk into the house.
“I can take the couch.” He says, sighing.
“No. Come on, you're with me.” Giving a sweet smile you make your way up the stairs, the high taking over as he stands there watching you sway up the stairs. He follows you in what feels like slow motion but he’s at your heels.
You go over to the window and open it letting in the colder air as well as grabbing another joint from your drawer and lighting up. You lean against the wall next to the window before taking hits.
Daryl sighs taking a look around your room before sitting on your bed laying back looking up at the ceiling.
“Where’d you find those?” He asks about the glow in the dark stars on the roof.
“Oh they came with the room I just..I wanted to keep em.” You say you go over to your night stand pulling out another joint and lighting up next to your window before hitting. You look over to him laying back on your bed, his mid-drift showing a scar, his happy tail and muscles. He watches the green stars.
“Daryl, can I ask ya something?" You ask
”Sure.” He says, turning his head to you.
you tilt your head to look at him and an instant smile forms on his face which is contagious to you. before you both end up giggling out of the question.
”youre real beautiful you know that.” He states his eyes sparkling at his glazed look. you brush it off with looking down and taking a puff..
”you do that lots..” he points out sitting up
”hm?” You ask confused.
“When someone compliments you you brush it off, you never take it…heh im flirtin with yah.” He chuckles then a red hue pours over his face realizing the weed is really loosening him up.
“How come you never married Daryl.. or dated?” You ask, he gets up walking to you and holding his hand out for another puff which you obliged.
“No one would want a redneck lowlife.” He breathes out the smoke.
“Youre not.” You say you take a last puff before putting it out.
When you turn back to the room after closing the window you're met with Daryl standing in front of you. His eyes scan your face softly. You do the same.
“Kiss m-“ before you finish his lips are on his arms around you keeping you against him. It becomes heated as your thigh pushes against his groin feeling the growing boner in his jeans. It makes you gasp which leaves dark to push his tongue through to yours fighting in perfect unison before he picks you up and brings you to the bed letting you down.
He kisses your neck pulling your shirt up and over your head before kissing down your body to your stomach. He hurries with the button on your jeans before pulling them along with your underwear off and throwing someone to the room.
he wastes no time before his tongue swirling your clit. He kneels on the ground keeping your legs over each shoulder, your fingers tangling in his hair as he forces his tongue into you spreading and lapping you. His boner rubs against the hard dampen of jeans letting out a groan, the vibration sending through you. Dayrl pulls off you standing.
You pant having not finished but never felt pleasure like what he just spent time doing. He pulls the belt away. You sit up dropping to your knees this time and pull his pants down. You can see his boxers are bent about to pull them off as well when he brings you back up to him kissing him. You taste yourself on his lips.
His hand gathers in your hair giving a welcomed grip pulling your hair back.
“N-no, i just wanna do it for you.” He pants you get a glimpse at his face, needy, wanting and flushed.
He lets go and leads you back down to the bed but you stop him before he can. Lead you on your back, your hands gathering his shirt pulling up. He is hesitant but he lets you take it off. You see his scars and tattoos. You pull him to you, kissing his chest, your fingers padding his back softly.
You lead him to the bed straddling him. He reaches up to remove your bra but fiddles with it before you take it off for him. Giggling into a kiss. He pulls off his boxer and he hits your thigh making your gasp. He lines up moving your slick around and slides in. Malting you both gasp. It's been so long since your last night.
“F-fuck..” you gasp out gripping his sholders as you sink down.
“You alright?” He asks, holding you close to him. You nod, shading his next as you begin to move. Grinding against him his hands hold your waist gripping your flesh as you ride him. You moan out, shading him as he holds you.
You sit up against him letting him thrust up into you. Your mouth drops as he hits up into you sending waves of pleasure through you. He pushes you over making sure to stay in. He pulls your leg around his waist before continuing to thrust into you he bites and sucks on your neck and chest gripping your breast rolling your nipple through his fingers.
You cant help but whimper and moan his name which seem to edge him on as he continues to push you over the edge nails dragging against him, clenching him has his breathlessly fucking up against you.
A few throw thrusts before he’s cumming onto your stomach. You both pant catching your breath a second before he hurriedly gets up and looks for something.
“0n, on the chair.” You point to a towel draped the chair at your desk he grabs it and witch strutting care cleans you up. He comes back to you letting you lay shading him as you look up watching the glow in the dark stars.
You open your eyes feeling warmer than usual seeing Daryl sleeping his forearm over his eyes, his other arm wrapped firmly around you, his soft snores indicate that he is out. You smile remember the happens of last night. You look over at the alarm clock 11 am. Damn, must’ve been high as shit. You move Daryl’s arm off sitting up. You push the bed head out of your face. You feel a shift in the space next to you before he lazily sits up rubbing his face.
Blush floods your face as you realize. But he simply wraps his arm around your shoulders kissing your shoulder, cheek and temple before he huffs and lays back down against the bed. You bite your lip smiling to yourself.
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HELLO it is i im back for how long ?? Who know but ive gotten more motivation after a break!!!!
Daryl comes to you Asking for help to take the edge off, a tip from your pal carol leads to more than a drug to help.
cw: drug use (weed 420, mariuanna), sex under intoxication, mutual pinning, strong language, UNPROTECTED INTERCOURSE< PinV. (NOT PROOF READ)
You sit in the green house office area. Not much of an office, the distilling area and the stack of papers, log books, all on a white foldable table. Your feet rest on the table as you read over your inventory stock of herbs checking off and organizing what needs to be grown more.
“y/n!? Yah here?” the familiar voice of daryl dixon sound through hitting your ears. You sit up moving your feet off the table, turning to the location of the sound.
“Yes?” you call. He hurries through the semi maze of plants before seeing you.
“H-hey..” he says sheepishly.
“Hey. what's up?” you ask looking up to him
“I was wonderin if you had anything..to help keep calm i guess, just..with everything we went through…um..” he says the most recent fight for home against a large horde was successful thankfully but it had everyone more than on edge.
“Yeah you want tea or a salve?” you ask.
“Sure. Carol told me, to tell you, she sent me so..” he says leaning his shoulder against the exposed support beam pillar.
You smile up at him and nod knowing Carol sent him. You get up from your seat and walk to the side pantry cabinet. You reach up and pull out a shoe box.
“You are lucky! I rolled these this morning.” you say and take the top off revealing the stack of prerolls you and tara rolled.
“Here, smoke that one when you're alone, comfortable, and give these to Carol.” you say handing him three.
“This weed?” he asks. You nod. He scoffs.
“You grew weed?” he says, nodding.
“Where?” he says.
“Around. You smoked before?” you ask him.
“Yeah…once,” he says.
“Well if you need a smoke buddy you got Carol.” you say giving him a smile.
”not you?” He asks.
You bashfully take one out of the box and grab matches, you pinch the top and burn the edges popping off the top before fully lighting up. You inhale a puff blowing it out to the side.
“Dont smoke it too fast.” you say to him.
“Thanks.” he says you nod to him as he heads out.
—--
Later that night you walk down the streets of Alexandria people greeting you a goodnight as they head inside for the night.
On the porch of yours and Rosita's place you see dark. The porch lights on as he sits on the steps.
“Hey.” you say.
He holds up the roll to you.
“Wanna smoke it with me?” he asks as he gives a light chuckle before sitting down next to him.
He pulls out a lighter and is about to light it but you stop it.
“Here, pinch it like this, and burn it around here.” You show his how to pop the top off a joint.
“That easy you dont have a blocked cherry” you smile to him
he hands lighter to wanting you to go first.
“Nah come on. You take the first hit.” you say smiling to him.
“Hmm.” he replies.
“Here.” you say putting the joint between his lips and switching the lighter. He uses his hand to shield any breeze from dousing the flame. It's a short moment but the closeness sends a shiver against you. Daryl looks at your face through messy hair. Once lit he inhales, taking in the smoke. He hands it to you and you take a hit as well.
A few more inhales and the effects hit. Floating in calm, and peace you speak..
“You said you smoked before?’ you asked.
He nods.
“With who?” you ask.
“Merle, and his friend, weren't good though. took a rip and i ended up coughin’ so hard i puked.” he says you giggle. He looks to you half lidded eyes smiling to you as the joyful sound leave your body.
“I like it when you do that.” he says, taking the roll from you and taking a hit.
“What?” you ask.
“You laugh’n and smilin’.” he replies to you blowing out the smoke.
“Dont say that.” you say.
“Why not?” he asks.
“You don't mean it is all.” you say.
“I do..” he says. You look down to your hands he takes another hit.
“You wanna stay here tonight, dont gotta worry about rosita, she’s out..again.” you ask him as his place is on the other side of town and he's high alone at night. He looks to you almost as if he's asking for further confirmation to say yes.
“Sure,” he says.
“Think it's better I don't walk back like this.” he says as you laugh and stand up nodding.
“Yeah you're stoned for sure.” you say
“Yeah?” he asks looking up to you. Before taking another hit.
“Yeah. that burned out 4 hits ago and you're still suckin on it.” you laugh. He chuckles with you and gets up, flicking it off to the side. You turn and walk into the house.
“I can take the couch.” He says, sighing.
“No. Come on, you're with me.” Giving a sweet smile you make your way up the stairs, the high taking over as he stands there watching you sway up the stairs. He follows you in what feels like slow motion but he’s at your heels.
You go over to the window and open it letting in the colder air as well as grabbing another joint from your drawer and lighting up. You lean against the wall next to the window before taking hits.
Daryl sighs taking a look around your room before sitting on your bed laying back looking up at the ceiling.
“Where’d you find those?” He asks about the glow in the dark stars on the roof.
“Oh they came with the room I just..I wanted to keep em.” You say you go over to your night stand pulling out another joint and lighting up next to your window before hitting. You look over to him laying back on your bed, his mid-drift showing a scar, his happy tail and muscles. He watches the green stars.
“Daryl, can I ask ya something?" You ask
”Sure.” He says, turning his head to you.
you tilt your head to look at him and an instant smile forms on his face which is contagious to you. before you both end up giggling out of the question.
”youre real beautiful you know that.” He states his eyes sparkling at his glazed look. you brush it off with looking down and taking a puff..
”you do that lots..” he points out sitting up
”hm?” You ask confused.
“When someone compliments you you brush it off, you never take it…heh im flirtin with yah.” He chuckles then a red hue pours over his face realizing the weed is really loosening him up.
“How come you never married Daryl.. or dated?” You ask, he gets up walking to you and holding his hand out for another puff which you obliged.
“No one would want a redneck lowlife.” He breathes out the smoke.
“Youre not.” You say you take a last puff before putting it out.
When you turn back to the room after closing the window you're met with Daryl standing in front of you. His eyes scan your face softly. You do the same.
“Kiss m-“ before you finish his lips are on his arms around you keeping you against him. It becomes heated as your thigh pushes against his groin feeling the growing boner in his jeans. It makes you gasp which leaves dark to push his tongue through to yours fighting in perfect unison before he picks you up and brings you to the bed letting you down.
He kisses your neck pulling your shirt up and over your head before kissing down your body to your stomach. He hurries with the button on your jeans before pulling them along with your underwear off and throwing someone to the room.
he wastes no time before his tongue swirling your clit. He kneels on the ground keeping your legs over each shoulder, your fingers tangling in his hair as he forces his tongue into you spreading and lapping you. His boner rubs against the hard dampen of jeans letting out a groan, the vibration sending through you. Dayrl pulls off you standing.
You pant having not finished but never felt pleasure like what he just spent time doing. He pulls the belt away. You sit up dropping to your knees this time and pull his pants down. You can see his boxers are bent about to pull them off as well when he brings you back up to him kissing him. You taste yourself on his lips.
His hand gathers in your hair giving a welcomed grip pulling your hair back.
“N-no, i just wanna do it for you.” He pants you get a glimpse at his face, needy, wanting and flushed.
He lets go and leads you back down to the bed but you stop him before he can. Lead you on your back, your hands gathering his shirt pulling up. He is hesitant but he lets you take it off. You see his scars and tattoos. You pull him to you, kissing his chest, your fingers padding his back softly.
You lead him to the bed straddling him. He reaches up to remove your bra but fiddles with it before you take it off for him. Giggling into a kiss. He pulls off his boxer and he hits your thigh making your gasp. He lines up moving your slick around and slides in. Malting you both gasp. It's been so long since your last night.
“F-fuck..” you gasp out gripping his sholders as you sink down.
“You alright?” He asks, holding you close to him. You nod, shading his next as you begin to move. Grinding against him his hands hold your waist gripping your flesh as you ride him. You moan out, shading him as he holds you.
You sit up against him letting him thrust up into you. Your mouth drops as he hits up into you sending waves of pleasure through you. He pushes you over making sure to stay in. He pulls your leg around his waist before continuing to thrust into you he bites and sucks on your neck and chest gripping your breast rolling your nipple through his fingers.
You cant help but whimper and moan his name which seem to edge him on as he continues to push you over the edge nails dragging against him, clenching him has his breathlessly fucking up against you.
A few throw thrusts before he’s cumming onto your stomach. You both pant catching your breath a second before he hurriedly gets up and looks for something.
“0n, on the chair.” You point to a towel draped the chair at your desk he grabs it and witch strutting care cleans you up. He comes back to you letting you lay shading him as you look up watching the glow in the dark stars.
You open your eyes feeling warmer than usual seeing Daryl sleeping his forearm over his eyes, his other arm wrapped firmly around you, his soft snores indicate that he is out. You smile remember the happens of last night. You look over at the alarm clock 11 am. Damn, must’ve been high as shit. You move Daryl’s arm off sitting up. You push the bed head out of your face. You feel a shift in the space next to you before he lazily sits up rubbing his face.
Blush floods your face as you realize. But he simply wraps his arm around your shoulders kissing your shoulder, cheek and temple before he huffs and lays back down against the bed. You bite your lip smiling to yourself.
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HELLO it is i im back for how long ?? Who know but ive gotten more motivation after a break!!!!
Cw- fluffy, soft Daryl, FOREHEAD KISS TO KEEP YOU SAFE- Short blurb
You leans down moving Daryl’s hair away before kissing his forehead
“why’d you do that for?” He asks his hand resting on the small of your back as sits on the motorcycle.”
“my mom would always kiss my forward. Said it’d keep me safe. So” you say fixing his hair even through he’d keep it the way you’d twirl it. No matter how silly he looked.
He pays your lower back before nodding to you.
“I’ll be alright see yah soon.” He speaks and starts up the bike before driving out with Aaron and Rosita following in the car behind.
A few days later back from said run you hurry out to meet you man on the porch of the Alexandrian home.
You hold out your arms for him as he walks up the porch. Your arms rest around his shoulders and he leans down kissing your forehead. You smile looking up to him. He speaks. Arms around your waist.
(You knew him, you did, you kept to yourself in school however you still had the most friends, popular, pretty, and you were always kind to him. You’d never look at him with disgust or call him names, you offer lunch money or ask to hang out after school. But he never did. He knew you, but the end of the world can change a person until you realize, maybe you don’t know each other)
Book chapters will be posted both here and WATTPAD @first-edition
Mingus is old enough to know what he’s doing, and I’m pretty damn sure he knows with the way he was smirking and chuckling. Let him sit in jail idgaf lmao, there is no excuse for punching, choking, and slamming a woman to the ground
It’s not his first time beating up a woman either, he needs help😭😭
Mingus was clearly raised as a spoiled brat, he was raised by rich celebrity parents, what do you expect
I’m not necessarily blaming Norman or Helena for this as it’s not really their faults, Mingus made the conscious decision to do that. But unfortunately it’s a possibility that he may have learned these behaviors from a parent
But JUST TO CLARIFY I’m not saying Norman or Helena is/was abusive, but also, we really don’t know these people personally. Theres almost no way of us knowing
I believe Mingus is guilty and should face the consequences
Just because he’s Norman’s son doesn’t mean you have to defend him. Who gaf who’s son he is when it comes to stuff like this
Edit: Mingus was released same day after arraignment 🧐
Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more.
Cw for chapter- 18+ words and themes overall, cussing, DEATH super sad but heroic! Description of blood. Angst. END
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Chapter 30 ((Final))
You sit on the horse as you show Lyla a flower she seems very happy with. Sandor holds the reins, walking, and leading horse.
“So.” Tormund pushes into his space.
“Oh for fuck sake.” Sandor huffs.
“Youre a King now huh! Bruised, battered, scarred,with a mighty fine lady and child! Might I add. And you choose what- to go back into a war!” he exclaims.
“Fuck off ginger.” Sandor shoves him a bit.
“Are you going with me?” Arya asks you to get your attention as she rides beside you.
“Hm?” you ask.
“To the castle. I'm going to the castle to give cersi what she finally deserves, she shouldn't have lived this long.” she scoffs.
“Youre here for vengeance?” you ask.
“Yes. You're not?” she asks
“No. sure i came to give cersi one last, fuck you, but..its not to her demise.” you say.
“So you are going into the castle?” she asks again. You scoff out and laugh at her.
The preparation is fast, almost too fast. Wildlings, dothraki, unsullied, volantian army and various other houses banded together at the front gates. Not wanting you to join but reluctantly allowing it by only letting him go with you, Sandor helps you, Arya and himself in disguises, hiding your clothes and wearing small folk-like clothing. Arya set up her various weapons, a knife in her boot, a holstered sword.
“You can't talk her out of being a cunt you know.” Sandor says to you about cersi.
“Not even about that.” you say looking down.
“Hey..” he lifts your chin gently.
“The bad things that happened here need to be put to rest. I just wanna say goodbye.” you say looking up to him.
“Hmm.” he nods, pecking your lips.
“Let's go.” Arya says. You nod and you both follow her to continue the descent into the city, slipping past guards and people hiding amongst the crowd you all maneuver around, with all the commotion of the impending doom upon the city it's relatively easy, but caution in case spotted regardless. A loud boom and screaming follows as people begin to scatter. Sandor grabs your hand and you all begin running for the castle dodging falling people and rubble.
Hurriedly you all push open the doors and into the great hall which shakes with the blasts of distant dragon fire. But then it all stops. For a moment.
“Go home, Arya.” you say to her.
“No after what she did you think-...you really think I'm going to let her live?!” she asks.
The sound of the church bells ringing then silence.
“She surrendered. That means she is vulnerable-” a huge shaking causing the pillars to snap and crumble the haul of the room shatters open. Sandor grabs you and pulls you back from the rubble. Arya jumps out of the way.
The rocks settle and dust clears.
“Go home girl! You want to die like this?” Sandor says.
“No, I'm staying.” she says.
“Arya dont let revenge be your death, im here to say goodbye. You should be too” you say, hugging her before climbing over part of the rock to the stairs and hurrying up them to the apartment quarters.
You stop at your door and open it. Somehow despite all the years and the possible tenants, it's untouched. The night you left, fight on kingslanding, the overturned chairs and broken glass pieces. You look around seeing the bed walking twords it, the canopy draped over it, the sheets still messed from the last sleep.
Another rumble shakes the room and Sandor runs in.
“Let's go. It's not safe.” he says. You take one last look at the room before hurrying with him out and back down the stairs but the clashing of armor stops you both. There in front of you she stands, cersi lannister. The mountain by her side, she looks older, shorter hair, tired eyes. But you can see the regret.
“y/n.” she says to you, almost welcoming.
“And sandor..”she says distastefully
The men run forwards but Sandor pulls his sword and clashes with him. Pushing one back the rest way down, and cutting down the rest, leaving his brother. And her.
“Will you let us pass now, Cersei." you say addressing her as her full name rather than a redeeming title.
“Move aside brother, or I'll move you myself” Sandor barks out at his other half.
Cersi steps aside and so does Gregor. Sandor moves you in front of him keeping you away from the two. You turn back to her.
“You were always my favorite.” she says
“Whatever may come your way I hope it's with ill intent.” you say a large boom and the side wall crumbles. Cersi grabs you by your neck digging her finger tips into the flesh.
“Yours!” she snaps to you before throwing you down the side.
“NO!” Sandor yells reaching out to you as you fall, you both fall, the side of the stairway broke open with dragon fire and cersi pushed you out. And sandor, falling with you.
Everything goes black with the world, the sound, everything. You've finally wondered how everything would feel when you died, and you're glad it wasn't painful, fast, easy. You wished that's how your parents died, wished that's how your brother died, how your son died, not fair.
But death has different plans for you, happy ones, kinder ones. You cough having had the wind knocked out of you. Ash and dirt covering you as you roll over onto your side pain spiking through your entire body, your ribs and back.
A weight against your legs as you look down through the ash and tear covered lashes. An arm, his arm.
You snap back to your side seeing sandor laying on the ground face up. And you sink. Shattering beneath you.
“Ngh..” you pull yourself up against the muddled blood beneath his head and on his face. You choke a sob as you raise your hands to his face shaking.
“n-no..No s-sandor..s-s…ah.” you yell out in pain sitting up looking around hoping someone can help but noone can its nothing but ashes and few quiet burning flames. You look back at his face. Laying back down against him sobbing, holding onto him.
“Please dont leave me..please..not you..” you sob.
“Y/N!!” you hear your name seeing arya riding up on a stray horse. She hops off hurrying to you.
“Hes dead!” You wail out sobbing.
“Wh-what..” she says as you sob out against his chest.
“H-hey we cant stay here..ah come on.” she says. You don't budge.
“HEY!” she says looking around seeing a downed cloth of some sort and puts it over his body moving you, before pulling the extra fabric around it tying it up as best as possible. You help her wrap him and attach him to the horse.
She helps you on the horse as almost everything hurts to move. She gets on behind you and you both ride out of the open walls of kings landing back to the place of meetings.
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Arriving there brienne is immediately at your side as she carefully helps you down holding you in her arms as you sob. She takes you away from everything and back but you fight her wanting nothing more than your husband. You're given milk from the poppy to calm down. It's days before you can eat again, having nightmares of the fall, dreaming he suffered. But you always know he didn't. You could barely make it through his funeral. And it took a few more weeks to heal up enough to begin transport for volantis.
You lay in bed watching as Lyla sits on the blanket of furs, the ladies maid watching her as well. She plays with her toys they'd found. She holds up one facing you, shaking it to you as it makes a little jingling sound. She smiles and giggles to you, you give her a weak smile.
“Your grace.” Brieanne speaks as she steps into the room.
You don't answer
“The preparations are ready.” she says. You sit up and face her giving her a sad smile and nod before nodding to the maid to begin everything. Packing, dressing and traveling. Getting home.
Once stepping off the last carriage you stop outside the doors but stop the knights that stand before it. You see the difference, the castle is cleaner and the banner colors have been changed. A perfect golden yellow and black, the fox and a Hound in collide on the front.
“No. Please, don't open the doors.” you say to the knights. They nod to you.
“Are you alright?” Breianne says to you.
You stand there, lyla in your arms, looking up at the large wooden and iron door of the entrance. Lyla coos in your arms stirring as she nuzzles her face into your chest. Her dark hair falling against her face. The sandors did this.
Looking back to the doors you then the knight you nod to him to open them and they do. Stepping into the castle gates the staff bows to you as you pass the higher court members and debutaunts curtsy and bow at your presence. You hand lyla to the other maiden and detour from the original plan, heading to the throne room.
Entering the large space you walk down the aisle, the yellow and black banners hanging from the pillar side as the two thrones sit at the far end. Your eyes tear up as you continue to walk down flashes of the day you were wed flood into your vision, how even though we were scared of everything that day it wasn't the fear of marrying him.
Once reaching the end you collapse in front of the large chair, Sandor's chair. Letting out a sob as you hold onto the arm of the chair draped across the step. Letting your tears hit the concrete beneath you. You reach up to your side and pull his furs closer to you hugging yourself a moment before hesitantly regaining composure. You take a ragged breath before turning and facing the open space taking a moment before sitting in the throne chair.
“Brieanne?” You call for her and shes there.
Her footsteps sound through the hall.
“Your grace?” she says to you before speaking further.
“This is the only throne chair we’ll need.” you say she smiles a wide smile and nods to you.
“And Brieanne…?” you ask before shes to turn and inform the work meant to remove the extra throne.
“Yes your grace?”she asks
“Send word to the queen of the north, That house Clegane has arrived safely.”
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THE END
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Remmick x Reader
(X reader plot as too why Remmick is so caught up in trying to gain Sammy)
You and Remmick are together and have been even before he got turned.
You would always sit with him or when his head layed on your chest you sing, and or, hum to him. The vibration and your voice soothing him giving him joy and being able to bring things to actual life with your voice.
How you sang for the master and it enticed him to give you more privlage for you and him. But When he was turned he killed everyone in that slave hold that kept him working in where you were as well but when he got to you, you were lying on the floor bleeding to death as in a panic the slave master stabbed you. It was too late anyway a stab through the heart you couldn’t come back regardless of how many times he’d try, and he tried.
Ever since then he’s been trying to find another person to bring you back to life and that’s why he attacked Sammy because he wants his songs to sing like him to bring you back to him. But obviously he dies and just accepts that he can finally be with you.
This is a visualization of a Japanese proverb, which means to experience a stroke of luck!
Because a duck coming to you with onions tied to its back is like a soup ready to be made delivering itself to you! What luck! A duck comes bearing onions!
