#got drabble

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"You're joking, right?" Jaime frowned deeply as he looked at you, trying to ease the tension in the air by chuckling a bit. The distant sounds of the on going feast on the Winterfell great hall was not in any of your attentions in that moment.

"Do I look like I am joking?" you said with a bit of anger, for him not taking you seriously. When he stayed silent with that doubtful expression on his face, you sighted. "Is the lion Lannister really that stupid?"

Jaime sighted heavily at your words and passed his one real hand through his hair for a moment. "Pardon me if I am not too anxious to believe you, (Y/N), but you are a Stark" he raised his shoulders and then let them fall back woth another sight. "After all that happened between our Houses, why—"

"Jaime Lannister" you said his name with strength, making him stop talking as you took a few steps in his direction and stopped just a small space away from him. "I want to fight by your side" you raised your right hand carefully and placed it on the side of his face. All the previous strength had left your voice when you spoke once again. "Do you really not know why?"

Jaime stared into your eyes, trying to take in your words and what they meant. How important they were. "(Y/N)..." he began, looking astonished and out of breath as he finally understood it.

Nervousness took a hold of you and quickly, you removed your hand from his face and stepped away. "I will return to the feast"

Characters: Reader x Daenerys Targaryen

Warnings: alcohol

Prompt: 29. “Oh, I need a lot more wine to get me through this dinner.”

Word Count: 368

A/N: this is not really festive but it’s the first thing that came to mind. and i guess it’s technically set in winter??? but anyway, i hope u still like it!!

NOT ACCEPTING ANYMORE HOLIDAY DRABBLES!

“More wine, my love?” you grin, offering the pitcher to her as you notice Daenerys’ near empty goblet. She turns to look at you, and you can see the distant look in her expression, the way she looks almost lost. And in a way, you figure the both of you are, dining amongst the Northerners and the wildlings. Despite being seated at the high table, Daenerys can feel the palpable hostility towards her, the silent tension that hangs in the air. Even as everyone joyfully eats amongst themselves, enjoying one of the last nights before the impending battle, Daenerys can see their lingering, distrusting gazes. 

“Oh, I need a lot more wine to get me through this dinner.” Daenerys hollowly chuckles, and you flash her a knowing smile as you pour some of the rich liquid into her cup. She reaches for your hand under the table, and you give it a squeeze as she takes a sip. You know how uneasy she is, and you don’t let go of her hand as Daenerys looks around the room. She leans into you, mumbling, “How will I get these people to trust me?”

“They will in time,” you try to reassure her, and you can see Daenerys frown slightly, dissatisfied with your answer. You shuffle your chair closer to hers, placing your other hand over hers, and you insist, “They’ll see that you’re here to help them.”

Daenerys lets out a heavy sigh. “I hope so.” 

The two of you fall silent, listening to the loud, drunken conversations that fill the hall. Daenerys presses her lips together, and you ask her, “Would you rather us go back to our chambers?” 

Daenerys flashes you an appreciative smile, but she shakes her head. “No, I’ll stay. I don’t want to offend them any more than I already have.” 

“They’ll come around,” you reassure her. “I promise.” 

Daenerys slowly nods. “I’m glad you’re here with me, y/n. I wouldn’t know what to do if I were alone.” 

Jon could never forget the words Benjen Stark had spoken to him, when he had first expressed his desire to take the black. 

“Until you have known a woman, you cannot understand what you would be giving up.” His younger self insisted he didn’t care about that, but his uncle knew better. “You might, if you knew what it meant. If you knew what the oath would cost you, you might be less eager to pay the price, son.”

It wasn’t until Jon married Sansa did he begin to learn. It wasn’t until his eyes first landed on their newborn daughter did he know.

(Gif not mine!)

Word count: 1338

Dedicated to @maddiethefashionista​ for all of the brainstorming ideas and for the name Calla Lily. I love it and you!

Request: could please do a post season 8 jon snow imagine, where the reader is tormund's daughter, and his only surviving child (because of the war & the long night), so he's extra protective of her. like giving her his furs & stuff. and one day when tormund comes back from a hunting trip, reader & jon are under the furs doing the deed. and tormund sees and is utterly confused why jon would betray him like that. but he never blames y/n. & y/n falls pregnant. i hope this makes sense. Requested by @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers.

You first met Jon when you came pleading for your father’s life when he was captured by the Night’s Watch. He admired your courage and boldness.

After he allowed the Free Folk passage, you saw him occasionally when you were coming to see your father or when he came to him. You’d bake bread and he said it was the most delicious bread he’s ever tasted.

The two of you developed feelings for each other but you told him if you’re to be together, he can’t tell your father.

He loved Jon like a brother but you were off limits to anyone. That’s where he drew the line. You had four brothers and were the only woman in your household. Tormund spoiled you even before any war, since you were his only daughter. But after the war, he became overprotective of you, fearing that he might lose you like he lost all his sons. You were the only person he had left.

You wanted to tell him on many occasions that you were seeing Jon, but somehow something always came up and after the war you didn’t because he’d feel left behind.

You’d usually see Jon when your father was on a hunting trip or away on some business.

This time, he returned earlier than anticipated but to his surprise you weren’t alone. He heard some laughing and a man talking. He barged into the cabin and saw you with Jon covered in the fur he gave you.

“Y/n? Jon? You have ten seconds to get dressed” he turned his back and let you both get dressed.

“How could you do this to me? You were like a brother to me, Snow. I trusted you and you betray me like this?”.

“Father, I can exp-“ before you could say anything, he interrupted.

“Y/n, stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you”.

“You’re right. I’m sorry! We should’ve told you earlier but you were-“ Jon tried to explain.

“Not a word from you! I’ve had enough of your lies” he was about to beat him.

“Stop! I’m pregnant!” You admitted.

“What?” Both of them looked at you in surprise.

“I’m pregnant with Jon’s baby” you repeated.

“I- uhm, I don’t know what to say, except that I’m really happy” Jon expressed.

“So, uhm, you’re not going to run away and leave her?” Tormund asked.

“Of course not! You know I would never do something like that!”.

“Hrm… I’m- I’m going to be a grandfather?” He realized.

“Yes, you are” you chuckled.

“Fuck”.

Oberyn Martell x Reader

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You sit on the polished, yet worn, stone benches in the royal garden. You’re able to sneak in every now and again. You even had a dress made up so you didn’t stand out too much. It’s more peaceful in here amongst the royals and handmaids then out in the toxic streets of kings landing. Here you can think, and that’s all you’re ever able to do here is sit and think. Think of ways to escape from kings landing and go somewhere better. However, lately it’s harder to think because of a man that youve never seen before is always here around the time you are.

His name, Prince Oberyn Martell. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve even seen. He holds himself so highly, that even looking at him seems almost shameful. A man like him would never look at someone like you, or so you had thought a few weeks ago. You’ve caught him looking at you, and he even attempted to walk over to you but your fear of being caught got the better of you. You ran from him, and back towards the dirty streets where you live.

You plan to do something different. You had a new dress made up one that matches the colours he wears. You hope for him to notice you again, as you sit here, waiting. You wonder what he’ll think when he sees you. You let your eyes wander, looking for him. Frowning as you slouch a little when you don’t see him anywhere. You let your fingers trace the silk pattern of your dress before letting out a huff of breath.

“And what’s got you in such a mood?”

You’ve never heard his voice before. It’s smooth and his accent spreads warmth across your cheeks. You turn to look at him. He’s knelt down by the colourful roses. His brown eyes go from the roses to you, and you bite your lip turning away to see if any guards are around before standing to walk over to him.

“You snuck up on me, that rarely happens to me”

“You ran last time I tried to come talk to you, I wanted to make sure you didn’t run this time”

“Why’s that?”

You squat down next to him. Your eyes on his lips for a moment before going to the roses. He’s so beautiful, you think. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye and he’s eyeing the way you squat. It hits you then that most royal women don’t squat they way you do. You fumble a little as you change the way you sit.

“You’re not from here are you?”

The way he says ‘here’ tells you he knows. You’re not sure if he’s only gathered this from the way you squatted or if he’s been watching you all along. You hope he’s been watching you.

“I asked you question first”

“I want to talk to you, I want to know you”

“Oh that’s not really a good idea, in fact this was a bad idea. I have to go”

You stand quickly, he reaches for you but you mange to pull away. Turning you start to run. You want to kick yourself, this isn’t what you really want to do. However, it’s better this way. You can’t know him and he can’t know you. You don’t expect him to save you from the life you live, or to take you away from it. It’s stupid of you to think. You’re so lost in thought that you didn’t realize that someone stood in front of you, and that someone being the Hound.

“I’m so sorry”

You rush out but he’s already glaring daggers at you. His hand on the hilt of his sword and all those rumours of this man before you, cutting a man in half with a single swish of his blade strikes fear in your heart. You don’t know if you should bow in apology or to keep running because if he’s here that means the king shouldn’t be too far away. Your heart hammers so hard it’s the only thing you can hear, and the hounds mouth is moving which means he’s talking. Your mouth flops open to apologize but then another voice falls from your mouth

“There you are, my little peach”

You want to cringe at the nickname but fight the urge to. Oberyn wraps an arm around your waist pulling you closer than you should be too him. However, you know to play along so you press a hand to his chest, as you wrap an arm around him. You don’t know what to say, but Oberyn’s got you covered as he begins to excuse the both of you. He keeps his hold on you, and you want to curl up and die. When you think you’re free to let go, his grip on you becomes stronger. He’s not letting you go, and now you think you’re about to be kidnapped. You’re heart begins to beat faster for the second time today, and you look up at him.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Some place safe, where we can talk”

“I told you, this is a bad idea. You don’t know where I come from, what I do to stay alive”

He stops in his tracks. He lets you go, you step back and he doesn’t move to stop you. You turn and start walking away, you turn to look back and he’s still standing in the same spot, his eyes watching you. You bite your lip and look back to where you were going and then back to him once more. What’s the worst that can happen? Hanging out with a Prince is way better than going back to where your from. You don’t know how long he’ll keep you with him, or if he’s even serious about wanting to know you. You look back and he’s still standing there, a smirk on his lips. Maybe staying here a little longer won’t hurt. So you walk back over to him and he grins as he wraps his arm back around you.

“So, what do I call you? My little peach”

Y/n opens the door to the stables, freezing when they hear rustling in the hay. They blindly grab for the pitchfork as they step closer.

Their surprised to find two people about their age hiding in one of the empty stalls. "Uh, hello."

The boy raises his hands. "We're just passing by."

The two teenagers look at the pitchfork still raised in Y/n’s hand. "Oh, sorry." They drop it to their side. "Are you in trouble?"

"Yes." "No." The two answer at the same time.

Not really sure on what to do, Y/n cocks their eyebrows at them, noticing how skinny they are. "Would you like some food?"

"We don't need charity." The girl states firmly.

Recognizing the pride in her tone and the stubborn expression on her face, Y/n nods. "You could help me with my chores." She offers.

Before the girl could object, the boy cuts in. "We accept. What do you need us to do?"

For the next half hour, the three teenagers work together. Y/n actually enjoys their company. They find the boy and girl’s banter amusing.

Once there was only one chore left, Y/n sneaks off into the main house and steals two loaves of bread and some jam their mother had made.

"Here."

The girl takes a loaf while the boy takes the other, placing it and the jam in his bag.

"Thank you." The girl says with a grin.

"I hope you make it to wherever it is you're going."

"We will." The boy assures.

Y/n waves goodbye, not realizing that by helping the two teenagers survive another a day, they’re helping the one who saves the world.

(Sandor Clegane x Reader - Drabble/Oneshot)

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Words: 600 even, no jokes.

Warnings: Fluff ??? About as fluffy as a drabble about Sandor can be anyway! The lead up to smut, but it’s not smut.

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Everyday people asked you why you were with Sandor. And every day your answer was the same, “Mind your own business.” It was really quite frustrating. At first, you could understand the intrigue, he was a big, rough and surly man, seemingly a loveless brute, void of any tenderness or warmth. And you... well, you were a beautiful woman from a minor noble house, raised to be a perfect lady, groomed and educated by your parents in the hopes you would marry above your station. Nevertheless, you had been together for long enough now, that all the curiosity and intrigue should have faded away. And yet, as you rolled over in your bed, trying to put as much distance between you and your husband’s incessant earth moving snores, you asked yourself the very same question, ‘Why?’