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Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Samwell Tarly x Fem!Reader
Trope: Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine
Word count: 900
Headcanon: You go visit your brother Jon Snow at the wall and develop a soft spot for his adorable best friend Sam
Warnings: Some bullying, AU where they aren't forced to swear off women
A/N: I know I have been MIA, but school has been keeping me so busy 😭 I didn't forget about all my requests but I just started rewatching GoT and I had to write something quick for Sam because there's so few fics about him 😭 Enjoy!!
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Is there any AU where Tywin sort of accepts Tyrion's request after Blackwater Bay and gives him "a trial-period" as heir to Casterly Rock? Yeah yeah, Tywin would never, but it's AU, everything is possible lol
But like, Tywin agrees only if he leaves Shae, stops with all his whoring, drunk habits, and friendship with thieves. In addition to being watched by someone loyal to Tywin ready to tell him everything Tyrion does. I guess if Tywin had listed all these requirements, Tyrion would have obeyed, it's a cheap price to pay for CR.
And as a plot-twist he finds out that Tysha was in Lannisport all along, after all, "whores go wherever the gold is' (iirc Quinn GM theorized about it)
🎈Jorah Mormont
Jorah Mormont: Cuddles (Random Headcanon)
Jorah's favourite thing in the world is laying down in bed, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped tight around you. He loves this especially when you fall asleep against him. When this happens, Jorah runs his finger along your cheekbone, brushing away hairs from your face. In these moments, he also likes to whisper "I love you" in your ear, or recount his thoughts when he saw you for the first time.
Sometimes, though, he isn't aware that your actually awake, listening tentatively to every single word.
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Loved your Jon Snow dating hc! Could you do a jealous Jon Snow hc, please?
When Jon is jealous he BROODS
Like he will storm off, sulk in the corner, not talk to anyone
This man knows how to pout
And he is such a glarer. If looks could kill, Jon would be a serial killer
His glare doesn't spar anyone either, even though the only ones he's really mad at are you and the person flirting with you
And when you finally approach him about it, he's not subtle at all
He doesn't even try the like "oh it's nothing"
He just does the classic, "why don't you ask your new friend"
And like he's being so childish that you can't even take him seriously so you just roll your eyes and walk away
Which just makes him angrier because obviously he knows he's being childish and broody
But he hates seeing you with potential threats, whether you and he are in a relationship or not
Jon will eventually realize his mistake
And will weasel his way back to you, either by cooling the awkward tension with a joke, or bring you a drink or flowers
You will also give him a hard time and be like oh thanks, my new friend brought me flowers, too
Just to get a rise out of him and get back at him a little
And also because you expect a full apology out of him
Which he eventually gives
And this might come in like a "you're right I have no say over who you talk to or what you do" or he'll confess his feelings for you
But for him to finally confess to you, it's gonna take a few times for him to brood over being jealous to finally admit his feelings
So when he does, you're just like "finally"
You were maybe trying to make him jealous?? It's cool, it worked
And Jon can't even be that mad because he is just happy that you return his feelings
As your relationship progresses, Jon gets better about hiding his jealousy
He is definitely still jealous and hates when people give you more attention than necessary
But he knows where your loyalties lie and trusts you
That doesn't stop him from marking you when you're alone by leaving bites on your body, leaving permanent reminders that you're his
And if things ever really get out of hand, he'll kiss you passionately or pull you into his lap in front of the person making him jealous
And though you'll scoff and roll your eyes, you secretly love it
You love that he loves you so much and is so protective, even if he can be a little overbearing sometimes
It can be kind of hot
Cersei lannister and female reader. Reader protects cersei from an assassin
Ooo! I hope this is okay!!
Saving Cersei from an assassin would include…
Pairing: there isn’t really a pairing as such, but it is implied that cersei favours the reader
Requested by: anon
Warnings: assassin, death, violence, blood n guts
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HC: Being a well known female warrior in Westeros and going beyond with the Wall w/ Jon & the crew
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Characters include: Jon Snow, Tormund Giantsbane, Sandor “The Hound” Clegane, Jorah Mormont, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr and Gendry Waters/Baratheon
I don’t own any of the plots or characters of ASOIAF/GOT that all belongs to George R. R. Martin
(slight Sandor x reader and Tormund x reader)
This will serve as a prompt for an upcoming imagine
Warnings: profanity, angst, violence, death, mention’s sex, implications of assault so do not read if that will trigger you.
Being a well known female warrior of Westeros and going beyond the Wall with Jon and the crew would include:
Your house came from Storm’s End and was loyal to the Targaryen’s. Your father, a brave and noble Lord had trained you to be fierce and defend yourself being you were his only child and heir at the time until a son was born to him when you were eighteen. Though you were no longer his heir, your father still raised you as you were so if something were to happen to him anytime soon then you would be ready to take over his duties until your brother was of age.
You dueled, you spared, you were a skilled archer and swordswomen. By the time you were fifteen there had been rumors around the country of a who woman who could duel several men at a time and never lose a challenge.
The skills you possessed had King Aerys impressed and even the Mad King once commented that you would have been a fine knight if you hadn’t been a woman. Part of you hoped he would stray from tradition, but even you knew a man like him would never while he stood on the Iron Throne.
It was months after your nineteenth name day that the War in Westeros happened after Prince Rheagar “kidnapped” Lyanna Stark which resulted in Lord Rickard and his son Brandon being burned alive by King Aerys as they tried to get her back.
When the Rebellion sparked, your family stood beside House Targaryen and fought against those who opposed. Your father urged you to go into hiding with your brother, but you refused saying you would never abandon your family. You would come to regret that decision the day the Lannister forces invaded your home led by the deadly knight Ser Gregor Clegane.
The stories and things the man did left you trembling with fear. All the training and skills you had were not a match between the man and you could only watch helplessly as you laid bloodied on the ground while he slaughtered you family along side his men. You could barely see with the blood cascading down your face after you were slashed by the Mountain across you cheek when he flung you to the ground. Your father, mother, and brother had already perished by the time he got to you.
The desire in his eye concluded he had sinister plans with you and luckily the fallen knife you dropped was not far from your grasp. After ripping your gear off and starting to remove his own was when you managed to kick the man in the groin causing him to falter and quickly grab the knife. You drove it into his side and landed another hard punch to the face, which allowed you the room to get away from him. Grabbing your ancestral family sword off the ground and the fallen cloak that laid beside, you sprinted from the room not even bothering to cast a look to the deceased around you.
Never looking back as you avoided the Lannister forced by taking the secret pathways through the home, you sprinted the barn while placing the cloak around you and hopped on the nearest horse. Your face was still bloodied which you knew would leave a nasty scar and your body ached. But you never looked back when you snapped the reigns of the horse and let the animal take you far from the nightmare.
It had been eighteen years since that fateful day and you were still on the run. Tywin Lannister never forgot about you and had a large sum of gold for the man who brought him your head. There was no use for trying to keep you hostage or marry you off to one of his sons. You were a traitor to the Kingdoms in his eyes and threat to the throne.
During this time you traveled all over the world, trying to remain hidden. Even going as far as spending several years in Braavos where you learned to speak Valyrian. You continued to travel around Essos, but it was when you heard rumors of the Night King that led you back to Westeros. By then it had been almost a decade you were in Essos and unaware of all the chaos taking place in your home country.
You went North first, avoiding King’s Landing at all cost when you heard Cersei was ruler and knew if she caught you then your head would be on a spike.
The journey was difficult and you didn’t know exactly where you were since you lacked a map. It wasn’t until you caught sight of the Wall that you realized how North you had traveled. The area you stumbled to was Eastwatch by the sea and you were unprepared when men surrounded you with bows and ordered that you followed them. What made you confused and a little unnerved was the men were not dressed in traditional black the Brothers of the Night’s Watch would wear, no they were wearing greyish furs.
You were brought to the castle before a large, red-bearded man who’s name had you guessing the men manning the castle were not from the area of Westeros south of the Wall. He introduced himself as Tormund Giantsbane and began to question you.
You told him you would only tell him who you were if he told you who he was and what has happened in Westeros the past several years. He was adamant at first, but when he saw the slight fear in your eyes the man finally told you all you wanted to know.
You wouldn’t reveal your identity when he mentioned that Ned Stark’s bastard son, Jon was King in the North. Your family had tensions with the Starks, especially since you were Targaryen loyalists and they fought against each other during the Rebellion. Ned may be gone, but you didn’t know how his son would be. He could kill you himself or give you up to Cersei.
Instead of revealing your name and origin, you told the bearded fellow you were from Braavos named Nadine and how you had heard about the army of the dead which made you want to fight to prevent the rest of the world from perishing in the Long Night. It was obvious Tormund was skeptical of your claims, and you grew frustrated when he ordered his men to take you to a cell until he had word with Jon.
You never talked whenever Tormund or the other wildlings came down to the cells to give you food or ask you if you wanted to tell them the truth. Even when he came to bring you new clothes that consisted of traditional Night’s Watch attire he was able to find, you kept silent.
Instead, you spent every minute in the cold, dark cell sitting in the corner away from hindsight just staring out the small window that gave you a little glimpse of the sky. You thought about your family and how you missed them so much. You thought about what life was like before the Rebellion, and you thought about what the future will entail with the rise of the Night King coming for Westeros.
Time passed and soon came new arrivals to the cells. You stayed hidden in the corner when they were thrown in and from the sounds of it, and from the sounds of it you concluded there had to be at least three men in the cell across from you. They were muffled, a side effect from when the Mountain burst your eardrum all those years ago, but when you finally managed to get a good listen at the men arguing, you felt your body freeze and heart pick up the pace.
It had been years since you encountered Sandor Clegane and even longer for Beric Dondarrion. In the time where there was peace in Westeros during King Aerys’s rule you found yourself present at several duels and gatherings the two were at. You were civil with Beric, the man respecting you and you would even have called him a friend before shit had hit the fan.
Sandor however was a different story. You two had grown close in the years you were of acquaintance with him. There was a mutual attraction between the two of you and one sleepless night you both acted on that attraction. While everyone slept the night away, you were being taken by Sandor over and over again as he brought you to your climax in the small tent away from everyone else. That was the last time you saw the man, he had left your side before morning and never once saw you before you were set to leave home the next day.
You shivered at the memory and slowly inched more into the dark corner that hid you away from the light. You never dared moved away from it and kept your face hidden in the cloak around you. By the next morning you were well aware they had suspicions of someone being in the cell you were in because of the food that laid on the ground waiting to be picked up. The entire day you stayed hidden and only moved from the corner to get the food when night arrived and then men were passed out from exhaustion.
The same routine occurred for days. On several occasions you could here Beric call out to you, unaware of who you were of course, saying to not be afraid. You mentally scoffed when he would say that, you were not afraid of them per se, but you didn’t trust them. The moment they recognized you all they would see is the reward for your capture.
More time passed, until one day you heard several footsteps entering the room. You listened closely as best as you could, picking up several voices. They were talking to the three across from you and by Tormund’s words you were able to find out that Beric, Sandor and the other man you had yet to identify were planning to go beyond the Wall.
Then someone said not to trust them saying how they sold them to a Witch, and finally another voice spoke which had your heard skip, recognizing it immediately. Jorah addressed Thoros, and through that interaction you heard the hostility between Tormund toward the disgraced night.
The air grew tense and the men were discussing the outrageous idea of going beyond the Wall to find a wright. You kept as silent as you could to hear what all was being said. Then the sound of a key twisting and a door being open filled your ears.
“What should we do with this one here?”
You mentally cursed at Tormund’s voice and you knew the jig was up. A deep voice ordered you to come forward and you sighed before finally standing. You kept your chin held high when your foot hit the spot of light in the cell and your body following after. The light shined on your face, making it visible. It was quiet when you approached, but when your eyes scanned the men you could see the shocked faces of the ones who recognized you and the confused of those who didn’t.
While the scar you received from Gregor Clegane cascaded from the top of your forehead down to your chin, it didn’t take away from your distinguishable features and anyone who crossed your path would be able to recall your face.
Sandor, Beric, and Jorah were completely frozen, their eyes locked on your figure with the former having a small gap between his lips. Your eyes landed on the man with a wolf emblem on his chest plate, indicating he was the one they called King in the North. The other men you didn’t recognize at all, so you simply ignored them while you focused your attention on the others.
“Seven Hells,” Sandor breathed out, and you couldn’t help the un-humorours chuckle you let out. Leaning against the bars that divided you from them group.
“My Gods, I thought you were dead all these years.” Jorah’s tone held the same as Sandor’s, completely astonished.
“Jorah, Beric,” you sent a glare to the bearded man, “Sandor. What a surprise to see you all after all this time.” The other men were confused by what was happening and eyed you suspiciously. It was obvious you had history with the three, but clueless to what that was.
“I’m sorry, who are you,” Jon spoke causing you to look at him, your face blank and lack of emotion. You were going to answer but the Hound beat you to it. “Y/N fucking L/N.” Jon and the men you had yet to know their name snapped their heads toward Sandor before looking back at you with wide eyes. The pieces coming together for them with the exception of Tormund who was unaware by the history you and your house had with Westeros.
“You’re Y/N of House L/N? The only daughter of Lord Y/F/N L/N, who was said to be the first female knight of Westeros,” The boy with the buzz cut spoke through the silence making you scoff and narrow your eyes. Moving so you were directly in front of him, you spat “I was never a knight, you silly boy. Not even a King as mad as Aerys would bestow such a title on a woman. I was just a tough bitch who never lost a fight against any man who dared swing a sword at me.”
The air was tense and you were no stranger to the glares you received from several of the men. “You fuckers going to stand there and stare or are you going to figure out what the fuck to do with me.”
There was debate between Jon and the men to decide what to do with you. You made it clear to the young King that giving you to Cersei was no option, stating you will cut your own throat before you will be delivered to her like a pig going to a butcher to be slaughtered.
Sandor never kept his eyes off you the whole time, whenever you met his gaze you would glare in return.
“How about I go with you North,” you offered after a while, silencing the chatter, “Think about it, I have no where to go as my family is dead. I have no will to live so if I die out there, then that’s sure fucking better than Cersei having the pleasure to kill me on her fathers behalf. Plus I am a expert fighter as you may have heard from the stories, Jorah, Beric and Sandor can even vouch on that.”
In all your life you had always wondered what lurked beyond the Wall. Finally getting that chance to see was unlike anything you expected as your feet dragged through the snow while keeping up with the group.
The journey was long and consisted mainly of you speaking with each of your traveling companions of what your life had been the last 18 years. Jon was the first you spoke with, followed by Gendry, Tormund, Thoros and Beric with finally ending with Sandor.
It was hard telling him about what happened with his brother. Even though you managed to get away before Gregor could go through with his horrific plan, it still mentally scarred you. Sandor kept silent as you spoke about the day you family was killed and you fleeing to Essos, the years you spent in Braavos and staying hidden from Tywin and King Robert. He couldn’t help the guilt he felt for leaving you that day in the tent and never saying goodbye. He was heartbroken by the news of your families slaughter, believing you to have been in the mix and he could still feel the immense anger towards his brother when he boasted about taking you and killing you.
You and Thoros would pass the rum to each other, you both speaking in Valyrian whenever you grew annoyed with the grumbling men around you. Tormund would try to flirt with you here in and there which made you roll your eyes although you couldn’t help but laugh at the irritated look Sandor would give him.
When Gendry had asked the wildling fellow on how they keep their balls from freezing off, the red-bearded giant glanced at you as he smirked when saying fucking was the best to keep warm. You scoff at him, but couldn’t help but smirk at him back which made the man look hopeful after you send him a wink.
It was nice reuniting with Jorah, who at one point was like a mentor to you and someone your family highly respected. You remember being sad the day you heard about his crime and being exiled, so it was nice to see he had remained alive and well throughout the passing years. It was during a conversation one night on the expedition that he told you of Daenerys. You were shocked to know the girl had survived the rebellion and was taken to Essos.
There was no doubt you wanted to meet the young Queen after Jorah spoke of her. Your house was loyal to the Targaryen's for centuries and you would not break faith with them any time soon.
Fighting against wrights was something you never imagines happening in your life time. Your sword swung with might and grunts left your lips as you fought your way through the swarm of the dead rushing at you. Thoros had been dead through the night after becoming injured in a fight the day before and here the rest of the group were on a frozen lake against hundreds.
When Daenerys arrived with her dragons you couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving your lips, amazed by the sight before you. The large one dropped on the ground and you could see the young Queen on its back reaching out for Jon and the others.
She helped you up the large beast and you felt Tormund bring you to his chest, helping you sit and feel secure. It was heartbreaking when you witnessed one of the dragons get hit with the ice spear and falls from the sky. The screams of anguish it let out followed by the cries of its brothers brought tears to your eyes and you watched helplessly as the young dragon sank in the frozen water.
It was when you all saw the Night King take another spear that you gasped by the sudden take off of the dragon you were on. You grabbed Tormund’s arm that was rested on your waist and whatever scale you reach, holding on while the dragon soared away.
After arriving back at Eastwatch, you meet properly with Daenerys where you bend the knee and pledge your loyalty to her. She was shocked by how quickly you swore to her and did it without question, but when you reveal your name and house it all makes sense to her.
The Queen welcomes you to her to her court, saying she would be honored to have you by her side when she takes the Iron Throne. You were thrown off when you see Tyrion almost taking your sword to cut him in half, but Jorah stops you and explains to you that he is Daenerys’ hand. It doesn’t stop you from glaring at the dwarf, but you sheath your sword back and promise to not hurt him.
When asked to join Daenerys on her journey to King’s Landing you were at first hesitant. You didn’t doubt the fact the Lannister Queen would want you dead, but if you managed to survive all that you had in the almost two decades including an army of wrights, then you could survive the bitch herself.
“I’ll join you, my Queen. I think it’s time a reunite with my ‘old friend’ wouldn’t you think?”
Let’s just say Tormund was pleasantly delighted when you knocked on his chamber door the night before you left asking if he could warm you up on the cold winter night ;).
i have a headcanon that if you go a league or so past the tourney grounds in king’s landing, there is a small river that shoots off from the blackwater rush and is pretty secluded. but sometimes highborn lords and ladies go there to swim on the hotter days of summer
most of the time it’s empty, and is a nice getaway from the rest of king’s landing and all it’s schemes and plots
i think that maybe one day, before ned’s execution, when everything was fine and dandy, you would have taken sansa there a few times
or more than a few times, who knows? i suppose only the two of you
those days were the most fun sansa had had in a long time, and the most fun she would have for a long time after
the banquets and parties you attended together made her laugh so hard her cheeks hurt, yes, but they could never compare to the solitude and the running water around the two of you;
the bullfrogs she could hear down the stream
her wet, fiery hair down her back, making more droplets run down it when she stood up
the sun glimmering through the trees and into your eyes, making them more beautiful than anything she had ever seen
the soft smile you gave her that she had surely thought made her red in the face for days after
the days the two of you spent in the little offshoot of the blackwater rush past the tourney grounds, where it was just the two of you, gave both of you a happy memory to latch onto
alayne often thought of those happy days in the summer sun, how she wished to be sansa stark again. how she wished to, if only for a moment, see your smile again.
you had gone searching for her after she disappeared during king joffrey’s wedding. there was no point staying in king’s landing now.
sansa was gone, and you knew you had to find her.
it was her bright blue eyes that somehow looked more beautiful every time you locked eyes with them, her fair skin that would blush ever so slightly, her laugh that seemed to come from the lips of the gods themselves, it was her everything that you thought of before you went to sleep at night in the small inn you had found board in in gulltown
both of you were so, so close one another
and neither of you knew
“We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”