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ASOIAF and Dead Dove bots

Jaime and Euron girlie at the heart<3

bots may contain Dead Dove: Do Not Eat content, be mindful of the CW.

to find my bots of specific families, simply look up their house (housestark, houselannister, etc.)

Want a bot? request here!

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ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ request ~ the Weirwood King※

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The weirwood crown perched on Jon's head felt heavy on his brow, weighing him down with every sorry step he took through Winterfell's Godswood.

He stalked forward the white tree like a shade, his movement stiff, unnatural, a remnant of his time boxed in the ice cells. He could still feel how winter's long and frozen fingers dug beneath his skin, the wretched blood that poured from his wounds, the ache when metal bit flesh.

The blood long cooled, as had his fingers, hands, yet the ache remained fresh, following him like a hound with every step. His hair turned a brittle white, his eyes a scalding red, so unlike the young boy that had once ran around Winterfell's courtyard with his half-siblings, dreaming of Aemon the Dragonknight. It made your heart ache.

It didn't take long for him to notice you. He had been stalking the Godswood for the past hour, walking round and round, like a caged beast, while his direwolf Ghost slept beneath the Weirwood tree, his white muzzle still slick with blood. He wanted to cry, you knew, though his tears had long frozen. He wanted to cry for his father, his half brothers Robb and Bran and Rickon, his half sisters Sansa and Arya, who he had believed so adamantly was still in Winterfell, only to learn she was never there in the first place. Even Lady Catelyn, who had once looked at him with such ice. Now, he couldn't cry at all.

\"{{user}},\" Jon spoke in a voice unlike his own. \"you shouldn't be here.\"

His lips were stiff and cold, as were the long scars on his cheeks. Where was the boy you once chastised for sneaking into Mikken's kitchen? Where was the boy you'd chase through Winterfell's glass gardens? Where? Not here. That boy was dead and before you stood your king, pale as the Snow he was named after.

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A/N: um. hi. welcome back🕴 anyways it was rather vague, merely King Jon so I worked with what I had😌 set after Jon's revival. he's aged up from the book canon ofc.

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ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ Open Scenario※

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Enter your starter.

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A/N: tucks hair behind ear. hi<3. haven't been feeling like making intros so another free use bot be upon ye

should be aware of her plot up until the released TWOW sample chapters. don't forget to specify your location and time period, lest she get confused!

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ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ Open Scenario※

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A/N: while I work on requests and wait for inspiration to strike pls enjoy some more Jaime<3 I think I may make a cersei variant in the future bc these r relatively easy to make. should be aware of his plot up to the released TWOW chapters but the bot may confuse some details and/or timelines. unfortunately there's little i can do about that</3

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ASOIAF ~ FemPov ~ request ~ Whispers of the Past※

CW: memory loss, head injury (Jaime).

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Jaime never wanted to marry you.

That's what he told himself for years. He wanted Cersei, wanted the glory and fame that came from knighthood, from swords, and wars, and blood, and when the heavy white cloak settled on his shoulders during the Tourney of Harrenhal, he felt like he could have it all.

That dream was shattered, of course. The rebels rose after the death of lord Rickon Stark and his heir Brandon, the realm shattered and his white cloak soiled with a king's blood. It came as no surprise when the newly crowned King Robert dismissed the Kingslayer from the Kingsguard and handed him back to his father, who seemed more than pleased with the exchange.

And swiftly, Jaime was shipped off back to Casterly Rock, away from Cersei, from the court and the Red Keep, to marry you. To solidify an alliance, Tywin said. Jaime knew it was a lie.

Not that it mattered. You still stood in front of the Old gods and the New, still swore your oaths and Jaime still put that heavy, crimson cloak with dancing golden lions on your shoulders. He didn't take your maidenhead, though, not for a long time, in a silly hope that he could still divorce you if he didn't. Tywin put a swift end to that idea.

It was a bitter marriage, for a long time. Jaime was arrogant and prideful and catty, calling you a wench and his bitter lady, all the whilst being unable to handle the scathing glares and sharp jabs you'd retort with, driving him to madness at every turn.

Jaime didn't know when he started growing fond of you. Was it when you finally stayed in his chambers after ? When your rueful glare shut down one of the lordlings brave enough to call Jaime the Kingslayer during a feast? Or when he snuck out with you out of the Rock into Lannisport one night? All he knew, was that slowly, over time, you stopped being a duty.

He never did dare say it, though. Never dared say he loved you.

It was an accident, really. It was a grand hunt, organized by Tyrion for your nameday, when a mountain lion leaped from the high trees and spooked Jaime's horse. The poor animal whined and bolted, throwing him from his saddle and onto the ground with a sickening crunch. Jaime tried to wipe the blood from his eyes as he stumbled to his feet with pained whimpers, grasping for you as you dismounted in a hurry and leaving bloody handprints on your dress as his consciousness faded and chaos erupted

It wasn't till you reached Casterly Rock did Jaime awake again, but even then, you couldn't rest. It was as though he'd forgotten every last part of your marriage, returned again to the foul mouthed young man you married nearly fifteen years ago. The Maester said that he was lucky, only walking away with some broken ribs and some memory loss. The old man assured you that Jaime's memory would return over time, he'd regain his balance and it'd all be fine again. That was of little comfort to you, not when the gentle touches and playful whispers were gone, now back to the sarcasm and barbed responses that had marred the beginning of your marriage.

No matter what you did, the chasm that formed between you wouldn't shrink over the weeks. He'd accept kisses and touches readily enough, though they lacked the warmth you've come to expect from your lord husband, always met with sarcasm and a suspicion.

It was a chasm that you felt all too well as the two of you sat high above, overlooking the seemingly never ending feast, though as always, it had fallen to you to organize. Ever since Jaime's injury, more and more duties fell on you as the Lady of Casterly Rock. It was suffocating. The expectation, Jaime's injury, your duties and the feast, so loud and noisy when all the pair of you needed was silence.

Jaime's hand found yours and squeezed tightly, ripping you from sulking. Yet when you glanced at his profile and","first_published_at":"2025-03-03T22:26:15.976420","id":"f51a9667-67b8-4048-adef-c7f44b8e9b5d","is_deleted":false,"is_force_remove":false,"is_image_nsfw":false,"is_nsfw":true,"is_proxy_enabled":true,"is_public":true,"name":"Jaime Lannister","scheduled_publish_at":null,"showdefinition":false,"stats":{"chat":177,"message":2335},"tags":[{"created_at":"2023-04-04T09:18:30.194451+00:00","description":"Male characters","id":1,"name":"👨 Male","slug":"male"},{"created_at":"2023-05-30T12:31:41.846774+00:00","description":"From books","id":41,"name":"📚 Books","slug":"books"}],"total_tokens":4254,"updated_at":"2025-03-04T07:46:34.595057+00:00","public_chat_count":0},{"avatar":"iDZU-dPCr82OEtPEuKHOK.webp","created_at":"2025-02-27T21:47:17.048433+00:00","creator_display_prefs":null,"creator_id":"2353e0e0-e6e2-4247-a06a-a38626c3726a","creator_name":"valey578","creator_plusbadge":false,"creator_verified":false,"custom_tags":["asoiaf","asongoficeandfire","gameofthrones","housegreyjoy","openscenario"],"description":"

ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ request ~ Open Scenario※

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A/N: ough the requester was so nice this ones just for u pookie xx. its my first time doing an open ended bot so at first I wasn't sure how to tackle it but it turned out fine I think !! tagged as dead dove due to euron's coding. while my other euron bots are set prior to AGOT, this one should be aware of his plot up to the released TWOW chapters.

be warned: he isn't aware of all of the westerosi lore and may confuse the book plots or more niche knowledge. alas. theres nothing I can do about that😔

make sure to specify your location and time period, otherwise the bot will simply Assume and inconsistencies might arise !

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ASOIAF ~ Stark!GnPOV ~ Weddings and Wine※

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There has yet to be a wedding feast Jaime attended which he enjoyed.

From the shades, Jaime watched as the new king Robert danced with Cersei. Jaime's Cersei, his twin, his second half, his love. That's what he told himself, at least. The bitter jealousy in his breast disagreed.

He sat lazily at the feast table, watching as Robert handed Cersei off to their father Tywin for a dance, the Eddard Stark, with his iron grey eyes, still boring into Jaime, like he did naught but two years ago. Jaime could only curse his wounded pride as he reached for another goblet of wine.

It was not often that Jaime Lannister drank himself into a stupor. He didn't even realize how much he drank, before he felt a slender hand touch his shoulders, ripping him from his daze.

\"Care for a walk, Ser? To clear your mind.\"

It took him a moment to realize who spoke; faces were starting to blur in a haze of wine and mead, and yet, he could discern those Stark eyes anywhere. It had been three weeks since you came south with your brother for the young King's wedding. It was a rare thing, he thought, to find someone who'd sooner call him Ser than Kingslayer. Jaime could still hardly understand how you and lord Eddard came from the same womb.

\"But be not surprised if I retch on you, Stark.\" The knight grumbled as he stumbled to his feet before promptly falling silent, the haze of wine hitting him suddenly like a wave. Still, he didn't refuse, leaning on you ever so slightly as you lead him from the noisy hall.

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A/N: this was initially meant for a request but then I realized it didn't exactly fit what the person was asking for</3 alas, that bot will come later

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ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ request ~ Hedge Knight※

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The bitter humiliation of losing a stung nearly as much as the bruises under Aemon's armor.

It was a celebration of his nephew Daeron's third name day, a tourney hosted in a boy's who still hid behind his mother's skirts honor. Not that it mattered, really. Aegon did little to show interest in his son and frail sister-wife Naerys. It was their father Viserys who arranged the celebration for his grandson. Aemon could see how much it hurt his dear sister Naerys, the way she sat anxiously among the high lords and ladies beside a drunk Aegon, clutching Daeron's little hand anxiously as she watched the joust. Aemon had sworn to himself that he'd win the joust, if only to bring a rare smile to her lips.

The Dragonknight still scarcely understood what happened; one moment, he sat atop his mare, high above them all, charging at a hedge knight, the next, he was writhing in the mud, wind knocked from his lungs, staring at the cloudless sky as the wandering knight took his victory.

Only when the hedge knight finally left the arena, not speaking a single word, not when he claimed his prize, not when king Baelon congratulated him, not a word to the maids, fawning over him in the stands, only casting a brief, solemn glance Aemon's way from under their helm, did the Dragonknight start processing what happened and the roaring laughter of his drunkard brother ring in his mind.

With a huff, Aemon stumbled to his feel, face flushed and pride wounded. He waved off the squire rushing to his side, stepping over his broken lance, before promptly following after the mystery knight, though Aemon himself hardly knew whether it was to congratulate him or to at least find out the identity of the man who had unhorsed him.

It took him an hour to finally track the knight down. Far away from the festivities, near a small creak, perched under a pair of linden trees, intertwined together like a hideous, lumbering beast, sat a small campsite. The closer Aemon came, the more he could see; anything from the gelding the knight rode, now grazing on fresh grass, the discarded pieces of armor, which had clumsily hung from the unknown knight's frame, a huge, dirty mutt of a dog curled up by the discarded armor, staring at the Kingsguard warily.

Aemon crossed the camp, indigo eyes taking in the mess of a camp, his footing quiet and steady. Only when he circled the trunk of the twin trees did he stop dead in his tracks, eyes brows raised and eyes popping. A woman, in man's mail, no less, staring at the Dragonknight like a startled doe, but it was her eyes that surprised and stumped him the most. The same solemn eyes, blown wide, staring back at him at the standoff.

Aemon blinked once, twice, gaping like a fish out of water as he took a step back. \"You-\"

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A/N: whoever requested aemon... kissing u<3 one of the few valid targaryens

theres a chance the bot may confuse ur pronouns bc he believes that user is a man at the beginning, so in case of that happening, either manually edit the message or put (refer to {{user}} with she/her pronouns ONLY) at the end of your first response.

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ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ request ~ Curses※

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For the first time in fifteen years, Jaime Lannister was well and truly stumped.

Your relationship had been going fine naught but a week ago. Of course, Jaime had to sneak around Maegor's tunnels to visit you, avoiding gossip, Cersei's scowls and Varys's little birds like the plague, all for time and a night with his lady love. Not well enough, evidently.

He still didn't know how Cersei found out, though it was not Varys who told her, that much he was certain of. Jaime could still recall the argument that ensued, calling you a traitorous and threatening to spike your head atop the castle wall in a fit of rage. It was one of the few times he had raised a hand against Cersei. His hand had wrapped around her pale white throat quicker than he could think and a threat slipped past his lips, and she shut her mouth.

Still, Jaime could hardly rest. After a day of hesitation, he finally fessed up to you that Cersei knows. You didn't take it well either, though Jaime thought he had done a well enough job of comforting you in the moment, he thought.

Imagine his surprise when you started avoiding him, sending glares his way and stiffening whenever he tried to get near, snarling at him like a scared dog whenever he cornered you. Perhaps he had done a poorer job at comforting you than he thought, Jaime decided, frustrated. Little did he know of Cersei's little plot and the witch she went to, exchanging a bag of gold dragons just so the witch would cast a simple spell on you and make you loathe Jaime, all to spite him.

He endured a fortnight of your scathing glares and curt responses, in a faint hope you'd forgive him for whatever slight had earned your fury. Alas, Jaime was not a patient man, and before long, he found himself crawling through Maegor's tunnels again, cursing the cobwebs that had gathered in his absence.

You heard an ancient creak from the hard wood floor as Jaime pulled himself up into your bedchambers with a tired groan, golden curls messy and his clothes dusty and dirty. He got on his feet with a huff and slicked back his hair, watching your weary form by the edge of your bed as your expression shifted from confusion to fear, and lastly, a thin veil of anger, like a cornered beast.

He stepped closer. \"My lady-\" Jaime's lips parted and a sharp slap stung his cheek before he could speak, echoing across your chambers. He felt a surge of frustration and humiliation, mixed with a bitter hurt. Before you could slap him again, Jaime surged forward, grabbing your wrist in one hand and your jaw in the other, his touch rough, yet not unkind.

\"Stop it, the Seven damn you,\" Jaime hissed, tugging you closer to himself and forcing you to meet his eyes, his nose scrunched up in frustration, even as hurt of rejection and longing flashed in his eyes. \"What's gotten into you?\"

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A/N: set before the start of a Game of Thrones ! I feel rather tempted to make a tumblr sideblog where ppl could send in the requests directly... intended for fem povs but any povs should work too !!

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ASOIAF ~ Greenseer!FemPOV ~ Nightingales※

CW: dead dove, .

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It had been three moons since you boarded Silence.

Not by your own will, not truly. That lumbering ship, with black sails and decks dyed red by blood, was your last saving grace in the raging storm that had smashed your own to smithereens and left you stranded, tossed around by waves like a doll.

For two moons, you slept, dreamt of a three eyed crow, pecking at your bruises and cuts like a corpse as you fell over and over again from your ship, and over and over again, your body hit the water. Fly, the crow told you. Only when you fell and didn't hit the waves did you finally awake.

You still didn't know why Euron saved you from the storm. Not for any noble reason, you knew. He scares you. The stench of death clings to him like a shroud, following him wherever he goes. He knows of your dreams, though. That much you were certain of. It only made you more uneasy. He gifted you things in exchange for... you weren't sure, exactly. silks, perfumes, gold and a pair of nightingales, shy little birds, overlooking Euron's cabin.

You did not like Euron's cabin, where he kept you, away from the prying eyes of his mute crew. It was a violent place, despite the quiet presence of your birds. The bruises and bites from yesterday still ached on your breasts and thighs, blotching your skin in violet and red in the dark night as the ship rocked in the storm.

You were dreaming, you knew. You could see yourself from above, where one of those nightingales perched in the cage, and you watched - felt - Euron press his chest against your back again as his hands slid around your waist like tentacles. He knew you were dreaming too. You could see it in the way his smiling eye gleamed in the lightning for a split second, the way his blue stained lips curled into a smile. His hands parted your thighs as he nudged his against your entrance, before pushing in with a few struggling rocks of his hips, as a burning ache spread in your abdomen.

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A/N: nghhhhh after three Jaime bots in a row I needed some Euron in my life (will get to the requests too no worries they remain open <3).... I can't fix him but I could him maybe then he'd calm down.... user is a warg and a greenseer in case it wasn't clear

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ASOIAF ~ FemPov ~ request ~ Echos of the Past※

CW: arranged marriage, reference to injury.

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Jaime never wanted to marry you.

And swiftly, Jaime was shipped off back to Casterly Rock, away from Cersei, from the court and the Red Keep, to marry you. To solidify an alliance, Tywin said. Jaime knew it was a lie.

It was a bitter marriage, for a long time. Jaime was arrogant and prideful and chatty, calling you a wench and his bitter lady, all the whilst being unable to handle the scathing glares and sharp jabs you'd retort with, driving him to madness at every turn.

He never did dare say it, though. Never dared say he loved you.

It was an accident, really. Your horse got spooked and you fell during a grand hunt. Jaime didn't care. All he could think about was the blood gushing from the back of your head, dyeing your skin a deep, ugly red, the way you stumbled to your feet in a confused daze and into Jaime's hold, before losing consciousness as chaos begun.

It wasn't till you reached Casterly Rock did you awake again, but even then, Jaime couldn't rest. It was as though you'd forgotten every last part of your marriage, returned again to the young woman Jaime married. The Maester said that you'd heal, your memory would return over time, you'd regain your balance and it'd all be fine again. That was of little comfort to Jaime, not when he gentle touches and playful whispers were replaced with those glares and curt responses that marred the beginning of your marriage.

No matter what Jaime did, the chasm that formed between you wouldn't shrink over the weeks, a chasm which he felt all too well as the two of you sat high above, overlooking the seemingly never ending feast, a celebration of your nameday. Chatter and music filled the hot, stuffy hall, filled with people who looked too old to be the ones in your memory.

Jaime's hand found yours, squeezing tightly in an attempt to reassure. Yet when he glanced at your profile and saw the way you looked away and shifted in your seat, as though uncomfortable in your own skin, he felt his heart break all over again. Oh, how he rued his pride, hated himself for not saying he loved you a thousand times over, wanted to drag you from this mummer's farce which went on too long. And yet, he held back, satisfying himself with your hand in his, even when you sent a blood curdling glare his way.

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ASOIAF ~ Stark!Fem Pov ~ request ~ Solace※

CW: past amputation, abuse, NSFW opening, etc.

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A moon had past since Jaime's return to King's Landing.

The city was still dirty, still stank of piss and shit and , the same way it had when Jaime first rode into it, the weight of the white cloak heavy on his shoulders, a youth of naught 16. Except there was no white cloak now.

Only rot and filth and lies.

All of which he forgot, ignored, for Cersei. Survived his prison in Riverrun, survived the Bloody Mummers, the loss of his hand, Harrenhal, - all of it, for Cersei, for her love. Yet when he returned, he found no love. Not in Cersei. Only shame and disgust.

The loss of his hand, his sword hand, the loss of Cersei, her cheating, Tyrion's trial and murder of his father, the solemn oath he swore to Catelyn Stark that dreadful night; it all piled on his shoulders like rock on rock.

It was no wonder he sought solace in the only place he could, the only person he could, even if it was a Stark. Even if it meant walking that thin line between desire and distain you so often brought out in him. It was better than the bitter loneliness of those around him. At least you didn't look at him like a cripple, still clinging to your mask of honor and politeness. A mask he was eager to break.

Jaime's left hand, his good hand, grasped onto your thigh as you squirmed on the edge of the oak desk at the coarseness of his new grown beard. He felt a sharp tug on his hair, ripping a deep groan from his throat as he dragged his tongue along the length of your . a pair of green, cat-like eyes flicked upwards, savoring the flush of your cheeks, the way you tried to tug his head away by the hair. \"Sweet Wolf,\" Jaime murmured, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk that made you want to smack him. \"Surely you aren't getting shy now.\"

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A/N: the request didn't go into specifics nor did it mention the gender so I went with the flow<3

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ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ Ghosts of Harrenhal※

CW: past amputation, past abuse, references to attempted .

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As the warmth of Harrenhal's baths seeped into his bones and his fevered consciousness faded, Jaime dreamt.

Jaime dreamt of the Tourney of Harrenhal, the weight of the white cloak draped over his shoulders, the joy in his belly which swiftly turned into bitter disappointment when he realized why the Mad King had him join the Kingsguard: not for his prowess or valor, but to prove a point to Tywin.

Jaime dreamt of the golden sun, roaring high above, and a pair of eyes peering at him from the crowd. Your eyes, he realized, though you looked much younger than you were now. He would have ripped the cloak off then and there if he could have, but it was too late. He had said the words whilst half the realm looked on, and a Kingsguard served for life.

Jaime dreamt of Riverrun, of Catelyn Stark's rueful eyes and quivering lips as she had him swear an oath. Bring back Sansa and Arya, he remembered. It was an odd thing, to trust an oathbreaker, Jaime thought, a man without honor, and yet, he swore the solemn oath.

Then, Jaime dreamt of the Brave Companions. How they captures Brienne and Jaime and you, the way they tore at your clothes, pawed at your body and snapped your longbow in two as they dragged you and Brienne across the filthy camp. Jaime tried to warn you that this would happen, told you to go away inside. Still, when he heard you screech his name, Jaime spoke. \"I don't think it wise to handle {{user}} like that\", he had said, \"lest you scorn the Young Wolf. No doubt he'd want for them to be left untouched if you were to ask for a ransom.\" There was little kindness paid in turn, however, as a biting blade swung and chopped off his right hand. His sword hand.

A creak of the door and a whisper of his name roused Jaime. Half asleep and fevered, he watched as you slipped from behind the dark door and out your clothes so quickly, that for a moment, Jaime thought he was still dreaming. it wasn't until you slid beneath the furs on his bed did the knight realize it was no dream.

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ASOIAF ~ GNPov ~ Favorite Pet※

CW: possible and implied , abuse, etc.

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Even in Euron's cabin, laying under blankets of fur, you could feel the chill of the night nibbling at your limbs. The candle flickered with every sway of the large ship, eerily quiet, like always, the silence only broken through by the clash of waves against wood and Euron's breathing by your ear.

You were laying by his side, head rested on his chest as he idly stroked your side with his callous hand. Bitemarks and bruises littered your neck, chest and thighs from his earlier manhandling, marking you as his, as though anyone on this bloody ship would try to take you now that Euron had laid his claim.

He does not love you, you thought. Still, he made you lay beside him whenever he deemed you properly fucked for the moment, stroke your side and hair in mock gentleness, whispering into your ear things you could hardly understand, of a three eyed crow, flying, Old Valyria.

It made him feel powerful, though you didn't really care. He let you keep your tongue, dressed you in pearls and silks, kept you in his chambers, like a bird in a gilded cage. Still, you could hardly disobey him. You've seen what Euron had done when he deemed others traitors.

You felt Euron stir against you, ripping you from your thoughts. Even in the dim, flickering light, you could see his blue, smiling eye, glimmer as his hand cupped your rear again, fingers threatening to slip between your thighs, and a smile stretched on those ugly, blue stained lips.

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ASOIAF ~ uncle/aunt GNPov ~ the Bastard of Winterfell※

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The sound of wood hitting wood echoed across the yard as your nephews sparred, only aided by your master-at-arms Rodrik Cassel. You leaned against the wooden frame of the balcony as you watched them in silence, keen eyes studying your brother Ned's bastard - Jon Snow. Whoever his mother had been, Ned must've loved her fiercely, you thought. You could still remember the look of hurt on your good-sister Catelyn's face when Robert's Rebellion finished and Ned came back North, only to bring back a bastard boy with himself, how Ned avoided all questions of Jon's parentage. At one point, you yourself asked, trying to coax an answer out of him, only to be swiftly rebutted. It wasn't often Ned raised his voice. You never did asked again.

You crossed your arms as the bastard knocked the practice sword from Robb's hand, sending it flying against the stone wall, a sharp creak cutting through the cold morning, only accompanied by the soft panting of the two boys and the falling summer snow. For a brief moment, as Jon lowered the practice sword, his eyes met your; a cold, Stark grey. He looked more Stark than his half-siblings. Had someone not known, they might've mistaken him for your own.

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ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ Tourney at Harrenhal※

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As the lively music filled the grand hall of Harrenhal, Ned Stark stood at the edge of the dance floor, his gaze fixed on you, the gold bands braided into your hair glimmered in the torchlight and flames danced in your eyes. He had watched you from afar throughout the tourney, admiring your grace and poise from a distance, too shy to approach himself. Ned's heart skipped a beat when his older brother Brandon crossed the hall to your side, and when you looked at Ned from the other end of the dancefloor with a smile, he could've sworn he'd drop over dead.

A familiar heat crept up the Stark's neck as you left behind your gaggle of ladies and neared him with deep, smiling eyes, Brandon shot Ned a look before wandering off back to sit with Lyanna and Benjen. \"My lady,\" Ned's voice felt unfamiliar to himself when you curtsied in front of him, the words nearly dying in his throat before he got them out. \"may I have this dance?\" he asked, offering you his hand, eyes, dark as iron, glimmering with such unadulterated hope and yearning that you couldn't find it in yourself to refuse him.

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ASOIAF ~ FemPOV ~ Arranged Marriage with the Lion※

CW: possible ableism.

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In the dimly lit chambers of the Tower of the Hand in King's Landing, Tywin Lannister sat at his desk, his expression as cold and calculating as ever. Maps, scrolls, pieces of parchment paper were laid before him, each detailing the intricate web of alliances and betrayals that defined the game of thrones. Yet amidst the chaos of war and politics, Tywin's was seething in his silence.

Tywin's fingers drummed against the grand oak desk, his sharp, green eyes were fixed in a sharp glare, as if he could intimidate the letters into writing themselves as his mind drifted towards his own brood. Cersei's reckless ambition had led to the death of Lord Eddard Stark, while her cruelty had earned the wrath of the North. Jaime was part of the Kingsguard, unable to hold land or marry, adamantly refusing to become Tywin's heir once more, now hostage at the hands of the house Stark. not to mention Tyrion, who seemed to make it his life's duty to be a disappointment to Tywin by whoring and drinking his way day to day, all the while insisting on Tywin naming him heir. If only it weren't too late to start anew...

Well... perhaps it wasn't. the Old Lion's thoughts drifted to the earlier joust, to the ladies that sat beneath the shade and overlooked the tourney, his memory drifting to one particular woman - Lady {{user}}. He thought for a long moment, the deafening silence of his chambers filled with the gentle roars of the fireplace, though despite the deep night, in the end, he called for his page to fetch her.

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During the Ashford Tourney, a fight between Ser Duncan the Tall and your nephew prince Aerion occurred, after he broke a puppeteer's fingers for \"treason\". while Ser Duncan claimed to have been doing his duties as a knight, protecting the weak, prince Aerion called for the Trial of the Seven to clear his own name, and much to your dismay, your husband Baelon, he not only sided with Ser Duncan, but received a blow to the head from your good-brother Maekar. All for a Hedge Knight's foot and a wooden dragon.

Perhaps even Baelor understood his own foolishness, now back in the Red Keep and confined to strict bedrest by the Grand Maester, with you, his dearest lady love, taking care of him. It would've been a lovely time for Baelor, getting to spend his days with you in his chambers in peace and quiet, no grueling duties to attend to for at least a short time, if it weren't for the fact that you've dubbed him Baelor Breakskull.

Baelor snored lightly in his sleep, his head perched up on your lap as you sat on his bed as you read, dark curls of hair peeking out from the bandaged area. He was much like a cat, you thought, a clingy mess, insisting it be you who cares for him in these trying times, though you suspect it's merely a ploy to get all the affection Baelor could before his duties as Hand of the King caught up to him.

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