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You're Kidding, Right (GOT x Reader) Chapter 6
"Please take a seat," the man behind the desk presumably Lord Baelish, said without looking up at me from his desk where he was sat writing something. "I won't be long."
This motherfucker. I'll show him...but my legs hurt.
Once I'm sat down I lean back in my chair and roll my shoulders back into the wood before slumping, finally feeling how tired I am. Being cleaned and shit is tiring. After a while, I begin to look around the room.
With a few heavily magenta curtained windows on the right side of the room, it seems even more cramped than it should be. With a large step up where the table is, it shows the room has more space but the darkness, even in the middle of the day, makes the figure of the small older guy more intimidating from the candlelight surrounding him from a candle on the wall and the golden candlesticks on his desk. Dressed in a black shirt or gown or whatever with a silver bird pin closing the fabric together, he reflects the light like the stripes of grey in hi
Only For You (Yandere!Joffrey x Reader)
"She's always with him, why is she always with him?" Joffrey muttered, leaning on the railing, as he watched the young girl in the garden with her brother, Loras.
"Well he is her brother, your grace. It is natural for him to be her escort."
"He is not her brother though, is he?" Joffrey pushed off of the railing and turned to face Sansa.
"Your grace I don't-"
"Go. I'm not going to punish you today."
Without asking twice, Sansa bobbed into a hasty curtsy and retreated hastily.
Joffrey sighed and turned back to lean on the railing to continue watching the object of his affections: Y/N L/N of House Tyrell.
Unfortunately for him, there were quite a few things in his way. Firstly, the Tyrell he was engaged to was her adopted sister. Secondly, Y/N was not of the Tyrell house so legally he could not break his engagement without possibly causing a war. Thirdly, Y/N had never spoken to him.
But none of that mattered to him.
Soon you will be mine, regardless of the consequence
You're Kidding, Right? (GOT x Reader) Chapter 5
The walk to the table is agonisingly painful. My arm is in Jaime's and Tyrion flanks us at the left as we weave past the horses being lead off of the road and the servants carrying various containers and plates. It's late evening so the sun is just dying, casting an ethereal crimson streak across the sky.
"How far until Winterfell, brother?"
"A day at most. More if the king doesn't stop at every tavern along the way for a bit of fun."
Jaime stops, causing me to jolt in place beside him before, without turning, he quietly asks, "Where did you say you were from?"
I shrug and slip my arm out of his to move closer to Tyrion, "I didn't."
Hurriedly, Tyrion begins to weave around the servants whilst I follow closely behind, Jaime's armour clanking behind us. The smell of smoke and wine is pungent and heady as if it's somehow going to stain my soul.
Finally, as my legs begin to burn from walking on uneven grassy land, we reach an enormous box-like tent in a Lannister red,
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Fix Me (Modern!Khal Drogo x Reader)
Oh no my bike.
At the sight of my wrecked bike laying in scatter pieces on my lawn, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and dialled the one person I know will help me.
"Hello?" his gruff voice shouted over the noise of drills and metal work that was going on in the background.
"Drogo! Nice to hear your voice, long time no see-"
"What do you want? I'm busy."
It was true, he had become a 'khal' or head mechanic after his dad's accident so he was busier and more aggressive when he had to deal with people that annoyed him. Like his best friend.
"...He broke my bike."
"ARE YOU SERIOUS? THAT PUNK ASS-"
"Okay, chill. I just need it fixed."
"I told you that you should have left him when he cheated on you and hit you. I would have gladly beaten the shit out of him."
"Look, dude, all I need is for you to fix my bike up not give me therapy."
His sigh echoed down the line before he said begrudgingly, "Fine. Bring it over in an hour. The shop's closing then so I can focus on it comple
You're Kidding, Right? (GOT x Reader) Chapter 4
"May I introduce the Lord and Lady Stark?"
In the chairs on the opposite side of the small table were a middle-aged couple. The man was not that handsome but was interesting to look at with stone grey eyes and dark hair many shades lighter than Jon's. His jaw is scattered with stubble on the verge of becoming a beard. His wrinkles are not heavy except around his mouth and eyes as if laughter is the only strain upon him. His wife, on the other hand, had a fire behind her robin-blue eyes that reflected in her long tresses the colour of spilt blood. Her skin was pale but held a pink tint to her lips. Dressed in a blue a shade darker than her eyes I can truly see how light she is compared to her husband's dark features and cloak.
Lord Stark smiled slightly, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady..."
"Y/N L/N. I have no house. I'm too clean to be a peasant. I'm not of this world."
"Have you lost your mind, young lady?"
"I believe, my lady, that she is telling the truth. I have heard man
You're Kidding, Right? (GOT x Reader) Chapter 3
"So it's true."
"You truly do disappear."
"Well yeah, dude I have been everywhere. Why?"
Illyrio offered me a hand to help me up. Once stood he put my left hand in the crook of his arm and began to walk me back to the house. Only when we reached the back of the house did I realise we had taken the longest route.
Before I could ask, Illyrio had let go and turned to me, "Y/N promise me you will avoid wearing house colours when you can. Those are Lannister colours and if the Targaryens saw them there could be conflict. They may think you to be a spy. Please, aim to be careful. Now, I believe we should get your true measurements."
"Your dress for Daenerys' wedding. Come."
Holy shit if this woman does not stop stabbing me I'm gonna pop a cap- Wait, I don't have a gun and I'm not a thug. I don't have anything. I just want my goddamn Wi-Fi, not changing temperature. This is actually bullshit.
Daenerys' gasp cut me out of my thoughts and I realise I must have
You're Kidding, Right? (GOT x Reader) Chapter 2
"My granddaughter is not joking. This is Highgarden and you are in the gardens of the Tyrells."
I nod and stand up slowly once more, "Thanks for having me. Laters," and I move to walk off.
Before I can speed out of there like a bat out of hell, the curly haired guy grabs me and forces me to sit back down by pressing on my shoulders.
"So who are you?"
"You cannot leave until I say so. I am Lady Olenna Tyrell and this is my-"
"Oh wait, I just realised. I don't care. Bye," I try to stand up before someone pushes me back down.
Oh God, she's like a grandmother...
"Now, who are you? How did you get in my garden? Also, why are you wearing Lannister colours in Tyrell territory."
Olenna quirks an eyebrow before beckoning over the boy with the curly hair, "This is my grandson Loras of the House Tyrell. The young lady next to me is Margaery of House Tyrell who is Loras' sister. The two men are servants of our house. Now come, let's go eat. You look famished."
You're Kidding, Right? (GOT x Reader) Chapter 1
"My lady, I am Illyrio Mopatis, a magister of Pentos, this great city. Now that I have introduced myself, I must ask your name."
Illyrio raised a hand to stroke his streaked beard, "I have not heard that name or anything similar to it. What house do you belong to?"
He laughed shortly before asking, "The name of your ancestors?"
"Do you mean my last name or something?" He nodded. "L/N."
He quirked an eyebrow and began to twiddle with one of his beard braids, "You are clearly not from here."
I rolled my eyes. Really? I wouldn't have known.
"So Y/N of L/N, where are you from?"
"Y/C. You know, that place that's obviously not here?"
He simply blinked and let go of his beard before smiling calmly and opening his arms wide, "Then for a traveller from afar I must allow you to stay in my home. In repayment, you can tell me all about how you got to be here. Now, come. I must introduce you to my other guests." With that he held out an arm and when I do not take it simply cla
You're Kidding, Right (GOT x Reader) Prologue
When I got home, I arrived to an empty home. As I walked into the kitchen shouting out for my family I wandered upon a note on the table.
We've gone on holiday. We told you this ages ago but you were probably busy with one of your Asian cartoons or ottoman games. We've left you some money and the fridge is full. Please don't spend the time we're away just sat watching TV. Go out and do stuff. Make sure you are fed. Have a nice time. Call if anything happens.
There was no love you at the end. No signing of their names. It's all the same as usual, they never have but I know they care or at least I think they do.
I sighed in misery.
They always do this and now they've left me on my...own.
With a sudden bout of realisation, I jump up and run to my room, quickly unclipping my bra and throwing it somewhere over my shoulder and slipping into a black t-shirt with grey sleeves and the word 'slay' across the front in a shimmering blue and black drawstring shorts. Push
Bloodbath (Tywin Lannister x Reader)
"Please Lord Tywin, your grace, spare our family," begged the woman kneeling on the floor.
"Why?" he was in a relaxed position on the iron throne, "I am now king. Why should I help the Starks of Winterfell?"
"When your grandson sat upon the throne he murdered my father. When the Targaryens ruled they stole my father's sister, tortured and maimed innocents. I do not wish for the Targaryen girl to be on the throne ruling with a hoard of barbarians. We were winning but in order to avoid needless bloodshed we will yield."
"What will it take to end this war and to become allies?"
Tywin smirked and looked at the scowling figure standing in the crowd behind his sister, "Robb Stark, you claim to be the leader yet your sister speaks for you."
Robb did not speak so Tywin looked to the woman in front of him, "What are you able to offer me?"
"We haven't much gold but we have people-"
"Exactly. You are an intelligent woman; as intelligent as you are beautiful. A wise choice to not offer anyth
Counsel (Joffrey Baratheon x Reader)
The two were sat together; King Joffrey and his oldest friend and would-be hand to the King Y/N L/N when he posed the question:
"Y/N, do you think I am a good king?"
They paused in their sewing, "Your grace-"
"Joffrey, I want you to call me Joffrey. As you always have done."
"My apologies Joffrey."
"No need. Now, answer the question."
"Joffrey it is not my-" Y/N was cut off by Joffrey standing up and hitting the table with his fists.
"OF COURSE IT'S YOUR PLACE! YOU SHOULD BE THE HAND OF THE KING! MY HAND!"
"Joffrey I cannot be the hand because-"
"Yes I know why Y/N."
Y/N L/N; a bastard of house Stark. Unlike their brother Jon Snow they were not allowed to stay with the family in Winterfell and were forced into King's Landing to stay with their mother. When their mother didn't want another babe, especially since she had a good family and a title of her own. So they would have died if Tyrion Lannister had not interfered. He had found the child, brought them back to Casterly Rock and had
Tradition (Viserys Targaryen x Sister!Reader) AU
"Viserys, you don't have to-" Daenerys was cut off by a scoff.
"The 'crown' your mutt of a husband bestowed upon me last night did not work so I will leave."
"I KNOW WHERE YOUR LOYALTIES LIE, DOTHRAKI WHORE!"
"NO MORE!" He pulled a bag and began to put things in it; a short dagger, a coin purse and some other things as he stormed around the room picking up objects, his face twisting in disgust at some of the Dothraki wares.
"Viserys, I'm sorry but you threatened your nephew-"
His chuckle cut her off this time. It was dark; full of malice and unlike the drunken laugh of bitterness he had as he stumbled his way into the tent where the gold was poured over his head. "Dany, you clearly do not understand, do you? I AM A KING! THIS IS TREASON! You and your dog's spawn is no nephew of mine as you are no sister of mine. I am leaving and when I get the throne you will have no claim. If I have to slay you and your army of filth to ensure you have no claim, so be it.
A Need to Suffer Chapter Thirty-Five
It was a short walk to the study with one guard in front of them and another behind. The halls had grown dark lit by flickering scones that danced to the hallowed winds that fought to push past the drawn drapery. Distant cries of celebration echoed from the main hall where Northmen and Wildling alike celebrated the departure of the Umber armies and the subsequent return of Lady Stark and all those who had accompanied her. There was much to rejoice for Sansa thought as she absently squeezed Ramsay's hand. She felt his grip tighten, and the two shared a small smile as they walked on in silence.
Jon was already seated when they arrived and stood to formally welcome them. Catelyn had always been meticulous that her children follow noble etiquette even with each other. She had told them, "If you can't respect your own family, how is it that you can presume anyone else should respect you?" It was an ingrained politeness, and both Stark siblings gave each ot
A Need to Suffer Chapter Thirty-Four
We are getting to the dinner next I promise! LOL! Sorry, I ramble you know As always, if you like what you're reading, drop me a comment, and let me know! Just a few words goes a long way
Ramsay's body tensed to the shrill pounding on the door, and his immediate reaction was to leap from the bed to answer it. This impulse faded with Sansa's firm hand on his shoulder and lightly given command. His senses solidified, and Ramsay remembered where he was and regretfully, who he was. It wasn't his place to attend the call; these were not his chambers, and he was not a lord in this keep any longer. In fact, he was no longer a lord at all. It came back to haunt him how this definition continuously morphed and warped as he and Sansa's relationship fluctuated into something else equally difficult to define. But, unlike before this night, Ramsay no longer doubted that Sansa had true feelings for him as that which he held for her. Ramsay had found himself question
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A Need to Suffer Chapter Thirty-Three
I apologize in advance that this is a bit of a shorter chapter, but it just felt like a good place to make a chapter break. Hopefully you still enjoy! As always, comments let me know you're digging the story! For every comment shared gives this author giddy smiles!
Ramsay grimaced as he felt Sansa working herself around inside of him understanding immediately that Sansa wasn't finished with him in this way. His orgasm had subsided, and with the loss of sexual euphoria came the familiar panic Ramsay felt regarding this activity. It began to ripple through him like a rising tide leaving Ramsay unsure how to react. Seeing Sansa so excited was appealing, and he wanted to continue enduring this for her, but the discomfort from being stretched and prodded after his release made him feel everything being done to him much more acutely. He felt an immediate sense of losing control that he couldn't tear his mind away from, and unable to quietly brave it any longe
A Need to Suffer Chapter Twenty-Three
"What exactly are you getting at, Lord Baelish?" Lamor Umber's brow arched in suspicion as he leaned back in his chair warily taking in the whole of the two men sitting across from him. Three of Smalljon Umber's siblings, two brothers and a sister (that upon a casual glance due to her size and stoutness could easily be mistaken for a man) sat grimly across from Petyr Baelish and Harald Karstark.
They had traveled south upon a harried courier's bedraggled arrival revealed the results that the war had taken more than half of their army and their brother's life. The offense to their house was enough to regroup the men that had escaped death from overwhelming Stark forces along with ready reinforcements willing to make a stand for their fallen lord. The Umbers had prepared a small army intent on confronting the Starks before further claims could be made that their lands could be considered forfeit for siding with the Boltons against the Starks and their W
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