#written by jesse
Imagine you being the one to kill Daenerys, your sister, before the Battle of King’s Landing.
requested by: @raveenasblog
warnings: Season 8 spoilers! a little gore and violence.
After your sister had spoken with Tyrion, even with his persuasive plea on giving the unwilling human shields of King’s Landing mercy, you had your doubts. You questioned her sanity with the death of Missandei, Jorah, and two of her dragons and finding out that the man she loved, Jon Snow, was your nephew neither of you knew your brother had fathered in a secret union.
You frowned as you saw the sister you had once admired begin to unravel into what you had feared she’d become. An unfortunate ailment like that of your father and your brother, Viserys, and it saddened you to see she would succumb to the fate of your family’s curse of madness.
The devastation your brother would’ve caused was prevented with his death and murder of your father halted the chaos he could’ve further inflicted.
You bit your lip and felt your hands clench into tight fists at your sides as your thoughts wandered into a place you’d never imagined they’d go to.
You felt at the small dagger that was held in your sheath that your sister-in-law, Arya, gifted you after you married Bran. You took a shaky breath, everything in your body urging you not to do it. Not to spill the blood of your own.
But this had to be done.
You couldn’t let the storm of Daenerys’ mind manifest as such devastation that was bound to rain down on King’s Landing.
Your eyes glanced at her and approached her from behind, footsteps careful. Your dagger fit comfortably into your hand, as if it was calling your sisters’ fate. You raised it high. Flesh tore and metal hit bone, the very force of it echoing in your ears. But you only heard one thing in your mind; For King’s Landing.
written by: jesse
preferences: the first time having sex with them.
requested by: anon
this preference includes: littlefinger, davosw, jorah and tyrion.
warnings: NO SPOILERS for season 8, nsfw.
Petyr Baelish
He’s a cold and cynical man who wants what he wants and now -if he wants you, he will. With his charms, he’d have your consent to what he wants from you. He gives you a drink to calm your nerves, and the first kiss he gives you to initiate is full of lust and desire, not love or romance. This man is in it for his pleasure and his alone.
Davos Seaworth
Intimacy is not much of his strong suit, but he is far from being rough with you. He is also not much of a man of romance, but he puts in the great effort for you. Comfort is key to him, and he makes sure that you are as satisfied as he is.
Jorah Mormont
He’s not a lustful man by any means, but if he were to be intimate with you, he has to love you, and when he does, it hits him like a sledgehammer. He’s yours to have and anything you desire in bed he will give to you. Always ever so gentle and speaks calmly to you when he senses you being nervous.
Tyrion Lannister
If he wants sex, he could pay for it like he used to, but he doesn’t have that desire in him anymore. Nowadays, it has to be with someone who doesn’t just want him for his money or the power he has. If you wish to have him, you got to earn his trust, and that doesn’t come cheap. He’s comfortable with pretty much anywhere, but in your case, it can be done in your chambers. Offers you wine to calm your nerves and talks to you, and lets you take the lead. Thanks to his experience, he is gentle and very aware of what you want and where you want it.
written by: jesse
Imagine disappearing before Tony, your father, and your boyfriend Peter during the snap.
requested by: anon
warnings: angst !!
Only a few minutes had passed before you heard Mantis gasp and you watched her disintegrate in front of you. You felt your stomach drop in realization as Thanos had got what he wanted. Your eyes fell on Drax, then Quill, and to Doctor Strange all turn to dust and something surged inside you.
Your whole body started to tingle and you looked down and tears welled in your eyes as you saw yourself succumbing to the same fate as the others. You turned to your father and boyfriend as they both looked on with fear.
Peter wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your neck and you felt his hot tears trickle onto your skin. You embraced him tightly and you shook your head as the rest of you started to fade away.
“I’m scared, Peter,” you whimpered. His face, fear-stricken, only darkened. He was too.
You looked over at your dad and he was shaking his head vigorously and he reached out to you. “I love you,” were the last words you could manage before you crumbled, dust scattered to the wind.
Peter stood there and stared down at his hands, shaking as the dust of your remains slipped from his fingers. He clenched his fists, trying to keep you, desperate to hold you for just a little longer. He choked out a sob and fell to his knees, a mangled cry vibrating at the back of his throat.
Tony, face set with devastation, approached the boy who’d meant so much to you and put a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at him, eyes red with tears. The older man had to keep himself together despite feeling his throat tighten, and he knelt to Peter, and the boy immediately wrapped his arms around his shoulders, clamping him tight.
"I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter cried, hands still balled into fists. “I-I couldn’t stop it.”
Tony let out a shaky breath and patted his back, trying to comfort him. “I know, kid. I know. None of us could’ve stopped it.”
written by: jesse
Imagine being in an arranged marriage with Bran.
requested by: @weirdoopenguin !! thanks for requesting, lovely <3
warnings: SPOILERS for season 8. though if you don’t know what happens yet, what are you even doing?
It was perhaps a year into his rule of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros when his older sister Sansa Stark, Queen of the North, decided that he should marry. Bran, however, sought no reason to as he required no heir as the rulers of Westeros was elected - but no, his sister insisted. As a matter of fact, she was already in the process of arranging one with one of the lesser houses that had stayed loyal to his family.
You were the middle child out of your siblings and were hand chosen by the Queen of Winterfell herself. Her icy gaze had an approving look to them as they were set on you, and before you knew it, you were being shipped to King’s Landing and were presented to the king. Your nerves were a bit frazzled, but you remained dignified, remembering them from the lessons you were given in your youth.
A small smile tugged the corners of the young king’s lips as he looked at you. You were appealing to him, but he remained steadfast of his beliefs of this union between the two of you.
As it was all said and done with the arrangements, your wedding was set to a couple of weeks, and you had decided on spending more time with your future husband and getting to know him better. Sometimes he was being guided by one of his guards in his wheelchair as the two of you ventured around King’s Landing.
Not to your surprise, he was smart, it would make sense with him being the king and all, but there were times he caught you off your guard when he knew something you had yet not mentioned to him. It startled you in the beginning, but over time, you used this to your advantage by asking him what you would do next or what would happen if you did something a certain way. “Here’s a new one for you. If I were to wrestle Ser Brienne, do you think I could win?”
He found your questions amusing, of course, and you discovered that his smiles were beginning to grow bigger around you.
In his time to getting to know you before your wedding, Bran was beginning to… feel something. The sensation had grown unfamiliar to him since becoming the Three-Eyed Raven, as it had been so long. His heart would beat just a bit faster when you smiled his way, and his stomach would warm at the brush of your hand. He never thought it would happen, but it had. Seven Hells, he had even started laughing again!
The royal court had even noticed the change in their king’s behaviour. His voice had become less monotone, and his facial expressions had become easier to read when he was around you. It was as if your presence had lit up a fire inside him that had long gone out. You had changed him.
When the time of your wedding had come, you were no longer as nervous about being his spouse. You were about having all eyes on you as you walked down the aisle, but when your eyes met with Bran’s, it all melted away. You smiled at the thought about ruling by his side as his equal, something he’d promise he would have with you. Out of all the people in the Seven Kingdoms, you were lucky enough to be chosen to be married to the king. Your king and your husband.
As his eyes locked with yours as you approached him, Bran saw the future that he held with you and a broad smile formed on his face for the first time in ages. He was already looking forward to it.
written by: jesse
