#podrick

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As you’d just finished getting Margery ready for the day she sat you down and began to ready you as well. It wasn’t custom for a Lady to dress and pretty her Hand Maiden but Margery had taken the responsibility voluntarily and happily. 

“Podrick was seen where?” You asked wide eyes, holding in a laugh.

“Little Finger’s brothel,” Margery replied with a smirk as she brushed your hair. 

You shook your head with a smile “I will not believe such rumors.” 

“I hear the whores did not receive a payment.” Her fingers twisting the front sections of your hair and braiding them together at the back of your head.

“You’re suggesting he didn’t pay them?” You asked with disbelief. He didn’t seem like the type of man to pay for a whore, much less the type of man to steal their time and effort. 

“I am suggesting they did not want a payment. I hear that he was so skilled, they wouldn’t accept his payment.” She said as she finished your hair and she sat in front of you, beginning to do your makeup. 

“Now that I can’t believe it.” You said holding back laughter,

“You never know for sure with men like him. Quiet, and sweet, they can be sensitive to a woman's needs.” She said putting 

“I’ve been pinned against enough trees on Bear Island by enough men to know, no tongue, fingers, cock, or even nose is good enough to turn down gold.” 

“Perhaps you’re right. But perhaps you’re wrong, there is only one way to find out.” 

“Oh please, he can hardly hold his gaze to mine.”

“Some would say that means he likes you, besides the poor boy gave you a flower. One of the sweetest, and pathetic things I have ever seen.” She jested.

“He doesn’t want me, not like that.” You always found it hard to believe that any man would be interested in you beyond bedding.

she rolled her eyes as she finished applying a rouge to your lips. She fixed your hair slightly and half a small compact mirror to your face.

“if i were a man i would ravish you.” she smiled as you looked at yourself in the mirror. 

Margery had done your makeup and hair countless times. Every morning after you’d done hers, but each time always made sure to tell you how beautiful you were. even if you didn’t believe it. 

“a man would ravish a horse if desperate enough.” you pushed the compact away, you got up and began to select the gowns you’d both wear to the celebratory feast tonight.

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That evening was a celebration of the victory of Tywin Lannister. Nothing for you to feel celebratory for, but it gave you an opportunity to dance and drink. 

Most of the night you and Margrey had danced with one another, made quite jokes about the other men there. But once the celebration began to wind down Margrey had found an excuse to speak to Joffrey, part of her plan to seduce him. So naturally you made yourself scarce. Finding a corner of the room to stand in while you drank.

It would have been perfect to end your night in peace if a tall man didn’t approach you. 

He could have been some noble man or a knight, kings guard, even city watch, you didn’t know and more importantly did not care. 

“My, who might you be, my Lady.” He asked, his voice was low and attempting to sound seductive. 

“(Y/N) Mormont.” You said as you drank from your cup, your eyes wandered the room, paying little attention to the attractive man in front of you. As your eyes searched the large room, they landed on a pair of eyes already looking at you, Podrick’s. He looked at you with the eyes of a sad dog. 

It caught you so off guard you didn’t hear whatever the man had just said, only the mumbling of words. You tore your eyes from his and looked at the man, “What?” burrowed furrowed in frustration. 

“I said, then you are not much of a Lady.” He said with a twisted grin

“Is that so?” You said emotionlessly, unwilling to show any kind of offense that might have been taken. Fearing it would give him too much power. Besides, you did not care about the opinions of southerners. 

“Hand Maidens are not Ladies of any land, are they not?” 

“Perhaps.” You said your eyes returned to scanning the room, trying to find Podrick again, but having no luck.

“I could make you feel like one for tonight.” He held out his hand to you,

You held your cup to your lips as you spoke, “I’ve no wish to dance with you, Ser”.

“I cannot dance with a handmaiden,” The man smirked, his hand snaking around your waist. “I can enjoy one though.” He whispered in your ear.

You smirked back, and then you leaned in, making him think you were about to kiss him when you kicked him in the shin. “Oh!” You fained shock as he grunted in pain “My apologies Ser, I have always been quite clumsy.” Your concerned and shock demeanor dropped as you began to walk away. He began to spit some curse your way when you stomped on his foot. “If you’ll excuse me, my Lord.” 

As you walked forward a few steps before the man grabbed ahold of your wrist.

“You northern who-” He was interrupted by Podrick’s voice. 

“My Lady, the Queen wishes to have a word with you.” He spoke louder than usual. His eyes were wide and looked almost angry. 

You ripped your hand away from the man's grasp and walked with Podrick out of the room. 

“What does she want?” You asked, rubbing your wrist. 

“Nothing, I made that up.” He said avoiding your gaze as you both walked down the hall. 

“You made that up?” You looked at him with wide eyes, he nodded still avoiding your gaze. “Well, thank you.” You said softly. 

He’d walked you all the way to your chambers with no other words were exchanged between the two of you, other than the occasional glance at one another. You had reached your chambers door, you looked over at him as you began to open the door. 

He was ready to nod and walk away when you said, “Podrick,” To which his eyes went directly to yours. You didn’t say another word, just walked into your chambers leaving the door open. 

He hesitated for a moment, but walked in after you. 

He stood there, showing just how intimidated he was. 

As you kicked your shoes off, and removed the necklace Margery allowed you to barrow for the night, you looked over your shoulder to him “Close the door.” You said softly, and so he did. 

As you turned to him and began to walk towards him, his eyes subconsciously went from your eyes to your cleavage. Now more exposed now that you’d removed your necklace. He couldn’t help it really. Your corset and gown were truly putting them on display, and the candle light from your room made your skin glow beautifully. You smirked when you noticed, making him swallow hard and return his gaze to your eyes. He was going to apologize but you reached for his hand making him choke back any words he had. 

You held his hand, looking at his now healed cut, now formed scar across the palm of his hand. 

You trailed the scar with your finger tip. 

“You’re seducing me-” He finally found some courage to spit out some words.

“You feel seduced?” You still held his hand, still admiring your work on his hand.

“Yes- I mean, it is intentional isn’t it?” He stammered, somehow a little out of breath.

“Do you want it to be?” You looked at him with a grin and mischievous grin.

“I don’t want to offend you-” He said softly, looking away.

“So you don’t?” You let go of his hand,

“No- no,” His eyes went wide as he stammered, “I want you to, want to seduce me.” He winced at his own words, not knowing how to phrase it.

“Why would that offend me?” You smiled softly, holding back a giggle.

“I am just a squire, my Lady.” He shook his head looking down

“And here in King's Landing, I am just a handmaiden they send to patch up knights and Lords.” You said softly 

“You are Lady Mormont.” He said, it made you smile. No one had given such respect to your name in so long. 

“You’re sweet.” You brushed his short hair around his ear with your fingertips “Have you ever seduced a woman?” You asked sweetly, you knew the rumors of the whore house, but didn’t know if you could believe it.

“No, no, not really.” He said like we were being honest… maybe he was.

“Show me how you would.” You said looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“What do you mean?” 

“How do you think I was seducing you?”

“You, made me… feel-” he stammered.

“Mhmm, so try to make me feel…” 

He stepped closer to you, meekly, his head lowered. He reached out and lightly ran his hand over your hair. Taking a strand of it and looking at it, admiring the color of it, and its texture. He looked into your eyes, his head still lowered. 

“You are beautiful.” His hand then went from your hair, to trailing his hand gently down your arm and grabbing your hand softly. He played with your fingers, again, gently. 

“I believe you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” He didn’t stammer, his voice was earnest, and gentle.

“This is wooing, not seducing.” You smiled and corrected him as if he were acting, genuinely thinking he were making it up. 

“I’m not trying to do either, my Lady.” Your smile dropped, “I just wish to be near you.” 

“You shouldn’t.” You said pulling your hand away.  “How we first met, tell me that.” 

“Lord Slynt ordered you to pour him wine-”

“And I spit in it.”

“He deserved it.”

“I lied to him, and your lord.” 

“Not to me.”

Your hardened gaze softened “No, no not to you” You lowered your head avoiding his eyes. afraid you’d melt in his sweetness. found yourself feeling that warm feeling in your chest again. You reached for his fingers with your own. interlocking your index finger with his. 

“You are- different.” He stammered a bit “Special.” He corrected, thinking it sounded more flattering. 

“You really are sweet. I don’t believe I've met a man so sweet as you.” He smiled, and in turn you smiled back, “You are shy, more so normally than you are now.” 

He let out a small chuckle “I still feel shy.” He said as he looked down smiling

“Are you too shy for me to kiss you?”

Instead of responding to you he cupped your face in his hands. So gently it was as if you were made of the finest porcelain in the realm. He leaned in and kissed your lips. Soft and again, gentle. but also passionate and almost lustful. You were surprised how well he kissed. No, he didn’t kiss well, his kiss was intoxicating somehow. Maybe it was the wine on his lips or just skill. you couldn’t help but let out the smallest whimper into his mouth. It made him pull away and go wide eyed. 

“You’re quite good at that.” You said wide eyes, catching your breath a bit.

“I apologize-“ He said, still holding your head in his hands.

“For what?”

“I should have asked you first,”

“Too late for that now,” you said, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss. Your lips fell into a perfect rhythm as his hands moved to your ribs, careful not to touch your breasts. his thumbs moved against your ribs slowly and gently. 

You’d never felt this way with a man before. Normally it was sweaty, sloppy, and you ended it burnt out and covered in spit. This was like a dance, like you and he had kissed in every life. 

You felt terrified. An emotion you rarely ever felt. 

What if he was like every other man. They whisper sweet things in your ears, promises, and compliments. Then once they lifted your skirts and humped into you a few times they’d leave. You felt hurt the first time, maybe the second time too. But after that it was expected. So you never let yourself become invested in a man again. You used them as they used you. 

But this was different, this wasn’t only lust, there was something more. But was this feeling only yours, or did you share it? You needed to test him, only you didn’t know quite how. 

“Stop” You whispered in his mouth as you kissed, it made him stop immediately, and he stepped away from you, breathless. 

“I- I’m sorry” He said about to go for the door before you stopped him grabbing his arm.

“No,” 

“But you said-” 

“I can’t bed you like this.” You said running your hands on the tight fabric of your gown.

“Bed me?” He asked as if he had choked, it made you smile.

“Will you wait here for me?” You asked, petting his cheek, and he nodded slightly confused.

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You had gone into the bathing room that was attached between your room and Margery’s. You bathed quickly, washed your hair, washed your face of its makeup, and slipped into your night dress. The only thing you wore to cover your nakedness. 

As you opened the door you saw Podrick lighting the fireplace in your room. He stood as he heard you open the door and looked in your direction as he said, “I thought you might be cold-” He was cut off by the sight of you. His eyes were enamored by the sight of you. 

You hadn’t shown him this side of you. Totally free of glamor and shine. “Thank you,” You said as you walked towards him. 

As you stood in front of him he still couldn’t let out any words. “Do you… not like it?” 

He shook his head quickly, “This is the most I have ever seen of you.” he placed a hand on your cheek. “You are truly the most beautiful woman I have ever known.” 

You searched his eyes for a hint of deceit and found none. You took the hand he placed on your cheek and sat down on the fur carpet that laid in front of the fireplace, pulling him down with you. You looked at the scar on his hand again, this time placing a kiss on the scar. 

“Thank you for what you did tonight.” He looked slightly confused, “The lie you told.” You explained.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but then I saw how he grabbed you.” He looked down, now beginning to simmer, “No one should grab you like that.” He said in a lower tone. “If I’d a sword, I wouldn’t have to tell a lie.” He became angered thinking of it.

You moved closer to him, beginning to undo the clasps on the front of his top. He looked intimidated again suddenly, “A sword hm?” He nodded, “What would you have told him?” 

“To unhand you, or I’d remove his hand.” He said, with a darker tone of voice, it made you smile as you pulled his red leather top off, leaving him in his tunic. 

“One day you’re going to be the only honorable knight in all of Westeros.” You saw heat rush to his cheeks when you said those words. “A big strong shining warrior.” You said crawling closer to him. 

“You’re seducing me again.” He said staring at your lips, his eyes drifted downwards again to your cleavage again now further exposed by the thin fabric and the angle you were in from crawling to him. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked in a whisper,

He shook his head “No,” He said, grasping your face in his hands kissing you so deeply you let out a small moan into his lips, only making him kiss you deeper. 

His hands roamed your sides, as yours gripped the back of his neck and roamed his chest down to his stomach.

When your hand reached his stomach you felt his muscles twitch and he let out a small groan. The sound of his groan made you clench your thighs together. 

Mixed with the sounds of your breathless whimpers he felt himself stiffening, “Can I touch you?” He whispered in your ear, you nodded and he whispered back “Thank you,” As his hands cupped your breasts. He let out a moan into your mouth as he groped you, feeling the plumpness of your breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore and began to lift your night dress. You stopped yourself however, not wanting to push him, 

“Is this okay?” You asked, and he nodded frantically. To which you smiled and lifted the rest of it off. His hands gripped your breasts tighter, and his mouth moved from yours to your neck and shoulder. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered against your hot skin, repeating it over and over again. 

One of your hands petted his hair, while the other went over his stomach to his now tenting trousers. You heard him moan into your neck and his hands gripped you tighter, making you moan in return. 

“You sound beautiful too,” He whispered 

“Take this off” You said much less elegantly as you pulled at the fabric of his shirt. As he did you laid down on the fur carpet under you. Looking up at him as he removed his tunic. You smiled up at him, “You’re quite pretty too.” 

He shook his head in awe of you, “Not like you… You could be a painting,” He said, dropping to his knees. He leaned down and kissed your lips. Both your lips at this point were slightly swollen, but that didn’t stop either of you from continuing. Kissing with a new kind of passion. 

You felt, for a moment, this might be much more. And if it was, you didn’t want to hide from him at all. You pulled away from his lips as you blurted out, 

“I’ve been with men before you.” breathlessly, “I feel I should be honest with you.” You felt even more naked revealing that, you felt heat spread across your face.

“That’s alright.” He nodded, trying to reassure you. “And I- I have- I’ve been with women before you.” 

Your eyes went wide, you thought back to the rumors you’d heard. “You have?” You shook your head to yourself trying to shake those thoughts out of your head. “That’s alright.” You said looking back at him, you smiled softly “It is, it’s alright.” You felt a hint of excitement, pulling him back into your body and to your lips. 

You two kissed for a moment until his mouth ran down to your neck, covering your body in as many kisses as he could, making you giggle. Giggle until you feel his thumb run down the slit of your folds. Which made you gasp slightly and then smile at him, and he smiled back. 

He leaned down and began to kiss and suck on your breasts. 

You felt yourself becoming a wet and sticky mess and his thumb continued to roll up and down the slit of your folds, masterfully avoiding your clit, teasing you. 

Finally his index and middle finger parted you, while his thumb gently teased your clit. 

“Mmmmmm” you let out as you closed your eyes. 

“Do you like that?” he asked softly into your breasts, all you could do was nod as he applied more pressure. 

his teeth grazed your nipple with expertise. As though he knew just the right amount to use, how much you liked. 

He continued to kiss, suck on, and sometimes lightly bite your breasts. You felt yourself clenching around nothing as he moaned soft praises into your skin. while he kept circling your clit. 

It was beginning to be too much and not enough. “More,” you whined, “Your fingers.” you said. 

He nodded, “Show me, show me what you like.” 

you reached your hand below, rubbing your clit only a little, then you pushed a finger in. He watched as your eyes closed from the pleasure

He inserted his finger alongside yours, feeling how you moved your own finger inside you. 

The extra digit in you stretched you so nicely, you let out a small sigh as you smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

You inserted a second finger, and he followed suit. The stretch burned slightly, it had been a while since you had been with a man, and now already you’d four fingers inside you. Albeit two were smaller than the other two but still. You whined a little as you winced slightly. It made him lean down and kiss your lips. 

“You’re wonderful” he said as he kissed your jaw and your neck, pumping his fingers in you with your own guiding him. You then removed your fingers, content to let him take control. 

His fingers knew when to curl and when to relax, when to push against the soft spot in you, and knew just the right speed. No man had ever known how to draw out such pleasure from simply his fingers with you. 

“Podrick-“ you gasped at certain curl of his fingers, 

“My lady?” he said into your lips, 

“Call me my name,” you said into his, 

“(Y/N)…(Y/N)..(Y/N)…(Y/N)..” he repeated softly as he kissed your cheek, then your other cheek, then your forehead, then your eyelids, nose, and finally your lips. 

You took his face into your hands, as gently as he took yours in his. You kissed him sweetly, as you pulled away you whispered “I want to make you feel good,” 

He smiled and let out a small chuckle “I feel very good,” 

You shook your head and rubbed your palm onto his tenting trousers, making him close his eyes tightly, “I want you to feel even better.” 

Your touching continued until he was grunting and bucking into your hand, “I- I have to take these off.” He said with a bit of shame as he fumbled with the strings of his trousers. You gladly helped him with a smile on your flushed face. 

As he was freed from his pants, you took him in your hand, looking at his cock. It was bigger than you had expected, and by far the prettiest one you’d seen. Most were crooked, too thin, or too wide but his was perfect. 

“Pretty thing you’ve got there,” You said with a smile as you pulled him into another kiss. 

As you did you pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, slinging your leg over his body. 

He looked flustered with your boldness but pleased. “Thank you,” he responded. 

“You’re welcome,” You said as you lined his cock, slick with precum against your entrance. His hands gripped your hips as you lowered yourself, pushing him inside of you. 

You let out the prettiest of moans from your lips as did he. 

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you grinded him into you, in and out. The way his cock twitched inside of you hit the soft spot in you so deliciously each time, making you moan even louder. 

You looked down at him, you ran your hand against his cheek as he looked back at you with a soft smile while moans left his lips.

The look in his eyes as he watched you squirm and whimper was a look you were not accustomed to.

All of the sudden, he pulled you down and rolled you onto your back. You were face to face, his arms wrapped around your body and yours around his. Your legs around his waist as he bucked into you, again and again. The way he did it, was as if he had done it a thousand times before. 

He moved his hands to hold your face, and his other to hold your hand. 

His thumb rubbed against your cheek, sweetly. Just before it left your cheek and trailed down your body to your cunt. Rubbing your clit in circles. 

He could feel you clenching around him, his speed picked up and his mouth returned to your nipples. But his hand never left yours. 

“I’m cuming, Podrick, I- mmhmm” You whined, only making him speed up even more. 

You felt your legs shake, your toes curl, and the pressure in your stomach snap and the warmth in your core spread around his cock. You let out the prettiest of moans as you came. You gripped his hand tightly. And he peppered your chest and your neck in kisses. “I want you to cum,” You whispered as he continued to fuck into you.

“So warm… so wet.” He whimpered against your neck, “Gods, I need you.” 

His thrusts in you became more and more erratic, you anticipated his cum filling you, you anticipated the heat that would fill you. You wanted it, badly. You smiled as you saw his face contort knowing it was coming, but he pulled out and came on the ground next to you. 

You whined a little, “I wanted it,” You said in a whisper. 

“You?-” He looked confused “You wanted it?” 

You nodded, pouting a little. 

“Why?” He asked, not being able to understand it, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to- to sully your body.” He said, sweet sentiment. 

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After he cleaned it up, you had gotten in bed. 

He dressed himself back in his tunic and walked over to you where you pulled him into your bed. 

He held you against his body, and you held him back. He just stared into your eyes, as he pet your cheek. He admired the way you looked against the light of the fire. His eyes trailed down your body and he saw the bruises he left from his kisses on your breasts. His thumb grazed over them as he said “I’m sorry, I-’ 

“You did nothing wrong,” You said as you gripped his face and pulled him down to kiss his lips. “Do you think your Lord misses you?” You asked jokingly. 

“I think he is too drunk to notice.” He said smiling at you, “What about your Lady?” 

“I think she was too involved in Joffrey to notice.” You said with a giggle. 

“Sleep with me tonight?” You asked softly, 

He nodded and he wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck.

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When you woke up, you were alone. 

You felt a little betrayed but you knew he had duties. 

Later that day you were ordered to check on Lord Tyrion’s injuries as the Maester was too busy to see to it himself. 

When you knocked on the door to Tyrion's chambers Bronn answered the door, he eyed you up and down, making you roll your eyes. 

“My Lord,” You said walking into Tyrion’s chambers, brushing past Bronn and avoiding his gaze. 

“Ah, the bear girl.” Tyrion said,

“(Y/N) Mormont, my Lord.” Podrick attempted to correct him, which made Bronn huff and roll his eyes. But you smiled at him, and he smiled back. 

“Yes, Podrick, I know her name. My family is holding her captive after all.” 

You smirked at his admission, ‘How’re you feeling?” You asked as you sat a leather bag of medicines and supplies on a table. 

“Oh quite pleasurable.” Tyrion said sarcastically,

You turned towards him, dropping your concerned demeanor “I need to know if it stings or itches, if it’s infected, it could spread to your eyes, you’ll go blind, it could spread to your sinuses which could make you go deaf, and if it spreads to your brain you’ll die."

“You’re a gentle flower aren’t you?” 

“Always have been. The Flower of Bear Island they called me.” You said sarcastically with crossed arms, making Tyrion huff a chuckle, “Yes and now they call me bear girl and whore, so if you could be so kind and cooperate I can see to it that you don’t die.” 

Podrick held back a smile at your strength.

“Alright, no burning, itching, or stinging. Satisfied?” Tyrion said as you sat beside him.

“Somewhat…” You said while examining the cut. 

Podricks eyes were entranced by the way your eyes darted around the Lord's scar, how you examined it with such expertise. How your eyebrows narrowed and your lips pouted slightly when you focused intensely on something. How when you wrapped a new bandage around the Lord's face you bit on your bottom lip. As he stared at your lips he thought of your first kiss, how warm and soft your lips were, he thought of your sweet taste. He wanted to grab your face and do it all over again. He was so deep into his fantasy he hadn’t even noticed Tyrion had called his name twice.  

Bronn smacked Podricks head, making him snap out of it as Tyrion repeated himself again. 

“Pod, see Lady Mormont to her chambers.” 

“Yes, my Lord.” Podrick nodded

“Oh I'm sure the lad would love that.” Bronn said as you and Podrick left the room.

Once the door to Tyrion's chamber was closed you turned to Podrick with narrowed eyes. 

“You told them?” You asked with venom.

“No, no, no I wouldn’t.” He stammered, not wanting you to believe he would do such a thing to you, “I wouldn’t. I believe I am just not very good at concealing my… interest in you.” He said softly so no one would hear. 

It made you smile. 

“I am sorry I couldn’t stay, My Lady. This morning, I couldn’t stay, Lord Tyrion would have sent someone for me.” He said softly again.

“I told you, you can call me by my name.” You said not willing to say it was alright but not willing to say it wasn’t. “Did you forget it, Podrick?” You teased him

“No, no (Y/N)” He said your name with a smile.

“Good, I thought your interest in me had finally subsided.” 

“I don’t think it could.” 

It made you smile again, 'seven hells' you thought, falling for such things.

You looked around and saw no one in the hall, you pulled him into another kiss.

NOTE:sowwy this took so long, i wuv you!

It has been years since you last saw any of your siblings – the Starks having been separated when your father was marked as the King’s Hand by Robert Baratheon. Now, you and your siblings have lost your father, mother, eldest, and youngest brother. A lie from Queen Cersei started so much death, hatred and scattered your already separated family. Your heart hurting as you thought about what all the years have brought to your family. Now, back in Winterfell, it does not even seem real at points.

Podrick sits down next to you, startling you away from your own head. “Sorry, I did not mean to scare you.” He hands you a cup filled with wine. “Figured you would want something.”

“You would not believe.” You breathe out a small laugh. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, knowing what the upcoming hours are going to bring with the threat of white walkers now a definite as so many came to Winterfell, bracing what was once your home as a battleground. A door creaking open causes Podrick and you to look towards the people walking into the room. Jamie, Tyrion, Tormond, Davos and Brienne all found a spot in the room around the fire that was no match to the cold of the area. Even though the group of you all were nervous and uncomfortable with the complete unknown of what will come any minute now, you all have conversations about anything and everything to not have the silence bring unwanted thoughts. Tyrion, hands Podrick and I another pitcher of wine.

“We are going to need as much as we can manage it seems.” Tyrion takes it back once we fill our cups. “You know what I think I regret the most?” Tyrion asks about the room.

“What is that?” I ask, taking a large drink of my wine.

“Never finding out what Pod did with those women back at King’s Landing.” Heads whip towards the man sitting next to me, who chokes on his wine.

“That is not a conversation I would like to have in front of two ladies.” He blushes, looking at Brienne and you.

“Oh, come on, how many people can say that they had prostitutes not take the money for the services?” Your jaw drops, not having heard about this at all.

“Again, I would rather not talk about this.”

“I think I want to know.” You say, smiling at him and taking another drink.

“Yes, because you want to know what he can do.” Tormund says, grinning at the two of you. Now it is your turn to blush.

“Leave them be, they don’t want to talk about each other… even if they should do something about the tension the two of them have had since we found Y/N at the tavern years ago.” Brienne smirks at you.

Your mouth drops open at your friends’ words. “Brienne, you wound me.” You say making the group laugh.

Conversations stray away and more wine is drunk. “It’s strange isn’t it – we all once fought against your family Y/N… at one time or another and now here we are, in their castle, ready to defend it together.”

“At least we will die with honor.” Brienne chimes in.

“I think we will live.” Davos snorts at Tyrion’s comment. Podrick looks at you and the two of you smile. “I do. How many battles have we survived?”

Tyrion lists off the battles and fights the group have encountered. Your head whips towards Brienne when Tyrion talks about hers, calling her Sir then correcting himself.

“Why the fuck can’t you be a night?” Tormund asks after she says she can’t be a Knight.

“I never actually wanted to be a knight.” She makes eye contact with Podrick.

“I am not King, but I would Knight you 10 times over.”

“You do not need a king; any Knight can knight someone. IU will prove it,” Jamie takes out his sword and tells Brienne to kneel.

“Do it.” Y/N whispers towards her. The woman smiles and slowly walks towards Jamie, kneeling in front of him.

“In the name of the warrior, I charge you to be brace. In the name of the father, I charge you to be just. In the name of the mother, I charge you to defend the innocent. Arise Brienne of the Tarth, I knight of the seven kingdoms.” Brienne stands up, you notice her fighting back the tears that threaten to leave her eyes. You begin the claps, and everyone joins in.

Tyrion cheers for her. “Ser Brienne of Tarth. Knight of the Seven kingdoms.!” Brienne smiles and you give her a large smile.

She walks up to you and Podrick. “Knighthood looks great on you.” You tell her. She smiles and grabs her cup, taking a drink.

Conversations die down a little after, you stare at the flames in the fireplace, letting your mind be empty for a few moments.

“We are out of wine.” Davos says, you turn your head away from the heat and look around the group. Everyone looks tired but no one wants to leave just yet.

“How about a song? Ser Davos?”

“You’ll pray for a quick death.”

“Ser Brienne?” She shakes her head. Tormund grunts at Tyrion before the man can even ask.

Podrick begins to sing, catching you all off guard. As he sings, memories of what lead you here begin to make their way to the front of your mind.

High in the halls of the kings who are gone, Jenny would dance with her ghost.

Years ago, you remember your father showing you the crypts of your family. Telling you the history of the Stark family, something he wanted all his children to learn and remember. Giving each of you a history lesson on making a name for yourself through being good and true. You remember trying to confess your crush on Theon, but he only responded back with anger. When you went and cried to your older brother Robb, he wanted to hurt the boy. You stopped him, reminding him of the lessons your father taught both of you. Instead of fighting Theon, you and your brother distanced from him. That came to a stop when King Robert Baratheon visited Winterfell and asked your father to be the Hand of the King. Once avoiding Theon, you changed courses once your father told you that you would accompany him alongside your sisters to King’s Landing. After he broke the news, you ran to the stables looking for Theon and you found him. Once he realizes you are standing behind him, he wiped the tears away from his eyes trying to hide that he was crying.

“Please don’t let me go.” You plead with him.

“Your father will never allow this, and you know it.” He says his voice is nothing but a whisper.

“I wish you cared about me the way I care about you.” You sobbed, the cries breaking through.

“I do… it’s why I pushed you away. You deserve someone who is better than just a Ward.”

“I do not want anything more than you.”

“You are the eldest Stark daughter. That does not matter. You deserve a prince, not a prisoner.”

“I have loved you since I was a child Theon, my father has raised us to be good… I do not want to give my heart to someone else when it belongs to you.”

“Do not say that.” Theon begins to cry, not caring now about the tears that now fall down his face.

“Y/N.” Robb yells into the stables. “Father is waiting on you. Sansa and Arya are ready.” You and Theon hear his footsteps get closer but neither of you do anything. He stops in his tracks when he sees the two of you.

“I do not want to go.” You look at your brother. Theon chokes back a sob and you fight to not let your cries out either.

“I know.” He rushes forward and engulfs you into his arms. It is then that your cries come out, guttural sobs as you realize for certain – Theon and you will not work and never would have. You do not let yourself look at Theon as he leaves you and Robb in the stables.

Hours later in the carriage, being driven away from the only place that you have known as home, you keep your mind busy by committing what your family looks like to memories, unsure of the next time you will see them again.

The ones she had lost and the ones she had found.

Years later you find yourself working at the Tavern, a few days journey north of King’s Landing, having been hidden and rushed away after the public beheading of your father. Arya and you disappeared from King’s Landing, not getting a chance to see each other or Sansa before the Stark daughters were split up. When you heard the news of the murder of Bran and Rickon from the hands of Theon, you could have died on the spot. Some random travelers breaking the news of just how heart breaking it was that the Stark family should see so much death in just a few short years. They had no idea that they were speaking to the now eldest Stark of course, as they ordered their food right after talking about the charred remains of the two young boys. Not much longer after did you hear about the death of your mother, your brother Robb, his wife and their unborn child at the wedding of your uncle. You remember the nights when you cried so hard you threw up. You now knew that you only had Jon, Arya and Sansa linked to you.

Everything came crashing down for you after a while, just as you once feared, when two people ordered food and drinks along their journey. Brienne, paying more attention than Podrick, noticed the way your hands shook after the two discussed how Sansa would not come with them under her now dead mother’s wishes. Brienne watched as you worked for hours and you tried your hardest to not give any reason for her to realize just who you were, but it was in vain as on your way home, she followed you with Podrick. She cornered you and told you all she knew – Sansa was with Littlefinger, Arya had run away from the Hound. It took much convincing but in the end you agreed to go with Brienne and Podrick. Knowing that your mother wanted her to find you and your sisters was the main reason but it took you awhile to open up to either of them about anything.  

And the ones who loved her the most.

Podrick sat next to you in front of a small fire, having been riding for days on the back of his horse was not one bit comfortable but you held back complaints, knowing there was nothing that could be done due to the nature of why the three of you were traveling. Every time the three of you stopped for rest, Podrick made sure that you were comfortable and warm before worrying about anything to do with himself. Brienne never said anything, but her watchful eyes noticed that every time you all stopped, You and Podrick would sit closer and closer around the fire or at taverns. She even did not say anything when Podrick took his cloak off during a very chilly night and laid it on top of you. She felt bad watching Podrick scoot closer to the fire as he was cold himself, but there was nothing to be done. At the next town, Brienne traded for more blankets for all of you, but it still became a habit for Podrick to give you his cloak, even when you were not cold. Not before long, you realized that you had a smile on your face anytime you and Podrick were having a conversation. You were getting closer with Brienne, but it was nothing on the way that Podrick brought out the Y/N that was long thought to be gone. You could have cried when word reached the three of you that Jon was going to go against Ramsay Bolton at Winterfell. You knew there was so much more that you had missed being away from home. There was the bittersweet reunion between Jon, Sansa and yourself. When the group of you watched as Ramsay brought out Rickon, you rode your horse as fast as you could towards your baby brother, but it was all in vain as the arrow that Ramsay fired at him, pierced him in the heart just feet in front of you. Jon, having been close behind you, had to hold you up on your horse as you went into shock. After Sansa killed Ramsay and the Starks took back Winterfell for the first time in years, you forced Jon to get Rickon’s body into the Stark family crypt, spending much of your time there because you were unable to come to terms with the true loss of your baby brother. You went down with Podrick a few times, telling him stories of when you babysat Rickon and Bran all those years ago. You had an inkling that Bran was somewhere because with the news that Theon was lying about the boys deaths, it meant that there was a chance Bran survived in the north. You ignored Theon at every turn, unable to face the boy you once loved because even though he did not kill your brothers, he killed two young boys. Podrick was there to pick up the pieces as you came to terms with Theon having broke every ounce of trust you had at every turn after you had left Winterfell.

The ones who’d been gone for so very long, she couldn’t remember their names.

Your thoughts came true when you laid eyes on Bran and Arya after so long away from them. While you had so much love for your siblings, it was not lost on any of you just how awkward it was at first to be with them again. With Bran, it took the longest due to his behavior and the new attitude of the three-eyed raven. Nothing like the young, funny boy he used to be, he was now cryptic and blunt at every turn. You focused instead on training with Arya and Podrick as word of Daenerys’ arrival to come sooner than later with the threats of the white walkers that were once only believed to be only a story of legend. Over time, it became rare to see you without Podrick at your side, a friendship having grown into something more but neither of you acted on it, causing some much-needed humor in people’s days. It also became rare to see the two of you going into the crypts, but instead you two would walk around Winterfell at any time of day.

They spun her around on the damp old stones, spun away from her sorrow and pain.

Podrick realized sooner than you what the feelings he had for you meant but he refused to bring it up to anyone for fear of you not feeling the same and hating you for it. He instead focused all his attention on making you smile.

“Come on Y/N, you can walk faster than that.” Podrick smiles, waiting for you to catch up.

“Yes, but I would rather save my energy so I can walk further. Speed doesn’t matter to me.”

“But I would like to get back to my bed before tomorrow afternoon.”

“How rude Pod! I am not THAT slow.” You laugh and once you reach his side, he loops your arm in between his and the two of you walk in silence towards the gates. You knew of your own feelings for a bit, not as long as Podrick, but it was truly that day where you thought of Love for the first time.

You stood next to him as Daenerys and her armies made their way into Winterfell. Podrick joked after how your hitting him on the arm after watching the appearance of Daenerys’s dragon must have left his largest bruise yet. You hit him again in the same spot due to his teasing and his only response then was to smile and laugh with you.

Now, the night where the white walkers could show up at any point, you were truly sure of your love for Podrick. A part of you wanted to come clean and express your feelings, but most of you did not want to ruin your friendship right before the possibility of your deaths. You vowed to keep it to yourself; more content on keeping it hidden and dying with Podrick as your friend than you are to tell him and die with him hating you.

And She never wanted to leave.

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Never wanted to leave

Podrick ends the song and meets your eyes, a light blush making his way onto his cheeks having just sung in front of people. You smile at him, pulling yourself away from the memories his song choice brought to you. You had almost forgotten about waking up that cold night with Podrick’s cloak on you until the song reminded you.

An hour or so later, the group of you had scattered, finding people to talk to or things to do to keep their thoughts away from the upcoming battle. Podrick and you had settled in the dining hall at a shared table with two people from Daenerys’ side. Your head began feeling heavy as the weight of the day started to hit. Podrick noticed how truly tired you were when you lost the fight of staying away and your head landed on his shoulder. He smiled to himself and readjusted so that he could pick you up and carry you to bed. Once he got you settled, he turned around and started to walk away but something stopped him. He bent down and laid a soft kiss on the hair just above your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers. Even in your state, you heard him and your eyes flutter open. You catch sight of him opening your bedroom door to exit and you softly say his name.

“Podrick, will you lie down with me?” His hand stops pushing open the door and he turns his head towards you. You give him a sleepy smile and he returns it. He makes his way back towards your bed, but stops right before his knees tough the blanket. "Podrick, please lie with me. I do not want to be alone right now."

Hearing your admission, he removes his armor and weapons before he climbs into bed next to you.

"I am so scared." You admit, turning your head into his so he can hear your voice. You speak in nothing louder than a whisper.

"I am as well Y/N." He says, staring into your eyes.

"Do you think we will survive this?" You ask him, your eyes leaving his and looking down at his lips. You don't miss the blush that begins to creep onto his skin as he looks at your lips as well.

"I really hope so... I would hate if I died without getting a change to love you." He says, the words coming out quick, like he did not expect to admit it. He turns his head away but you saying his name makes him look towards you again.

"I feel the same way." You smile and soon a large grin shows on his face. "We are so stupid... waiting until our deaths to admit our love."

"I think we are smart for admitting it know. Now we truly have something to live for." He moves his head towards yours, his lips meeting yours. Pulling away, the two of you start to drift off to sleep, the anxieties the two of you had been feeling, shoved away now that you truly had eachother.

Your bedroom door slams open, waking both of. Brienne stands tall in the doorway.

While Tyrion gives his squire more than enough downtime, by the end of the day Podrick is always exhausted

Podrick’s relationship, both professional and friendly, with Tyrion puts him in a dangerous position

With all the secrets and sneaking around on top of the normal doings of a Lannister’s squire, there is almost no time to even breathe

So Podrick is always tired by the time Tyrion dismisses him for the night

His quarters in King's Landing become yours fairly quickly after you two get together

You always make sure your bed is made perfectly before he gets back

If you’re already laying in bed by the time he arrives, he’ll waste no time kicking off his boots and shrugging off his abnormal amount of buckled gear

He may splash some cool water on his face to wash away the grime

But honestly all he wants is you and his bed

Podrick will pull you close to him, even if it’s hot outside and the air is oppressive

He just really really wants you near him

“C’mere, love…”

If something interesting has happened he’ll share it with you

Literally just a gossip session

And then he’ll ask you about your day

And he’ll stroke your cheek and kiss your forehead

His cuddles are absolutely the best

He’s the best pillow ever omg

Falls asleep gradually but denies this

“I am not falling asleep, love, I am just resting my eyes!”

Basically immediately falls asleep

Snores lightly rip

Podrick is so smitten with you even in his sleep

The whole night at least one part of his body of touching you

Or holding you

Man cannot let you go at all lmao

Even if you shift in your sleep there’s no getting away from him

You love it though

And neither of you would have it any other way

Podrick wakes up earlier than you for obvious reasons

But he always lies awake in bed for a little bit

Caressing your skin

Placing kisses on your forehead

He really doesn’t want to leave you; you’re so peaceful and pretty that all he wants to do is lay back down next to you

If he could stay in bed all day he would (as long as you were there)