@future-ll-evans requested: “Rhaegar and Sister! Reader so he’s not stupid and doesn’t die”
Sibling Incest Warning!
{Sorry, this is a bit of a shorter one!}
In the five or so years since the two had been wed, Rhaegar had never seen his sister so fiercely angry. She’d turned her back on him, and was muttering quiet curses in their mother tongue, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Finally, she turned back to him.
“A Stark?” She demanded, shoving him harshly. “Honestly Rhaegar, what were you thinking?”
He was infuriatingly calm. “She’s beautiful, and I’m certain many men love her, the crown belonged to her.” He flashed a testy smile, keeping his tone pleasant.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “Or one where Stark!Reader marries Loras and renly and loras still have that relationship while reader and margaery have a relationship as well?”
Warnings! Some mention of sex, but not actual smut!
Y/N watched Loras throw back another goblet of wine with dismay, resting her chin on her fist. Lazily averting her eyes, she sifted through possible conversation topics in her head. In the short few months since the two had been betrothed, she felt as if they’d exhausted all of them. She silently noted his untouched plate. “The feast is not to your liking, my Lord?”
Loras seemed to tense upon hearing her voice, his grimace turning into a pained half-smile. “It’s lovely, I’m just not very hungry is all.” In the brief sentence he spoke to her, he’d barely bothered to glance over at her, his attention elsewhere.
She sighed softly, tapping her fingers rhythmically against her jaw. She’d never expected her own wedding to be this dull. The other guests appeared to be enjoying themselves, and few seemed to notice the unhappy couple.
“Gods Loras, you’re practically boring her to death.” The snide comment emanated from the youngest Baratheon brother and he smiled politely at the bride before reverting his attention to Loras. “Be careful, lest someone else steals her away.” Renly teased lowly, shooting the girl a playful wink.
Warnings! Mentions of prostitution. Language. General Promiscuity.
Few could claim to have seen Petyr Baelish angry.Fiercely truly angry, spitting and cursing. Most times, he contained his rage for the sake of maintaining his image, calm, cool, and collected in the face of adversity. His temperament knew no bounds, and if he had his way, it would’ve stayed that way forever.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “Or one where Stark!Reader marries Loras and renly and loras still have that relationship while reader and margaery have a relationship as well?”
Warnings! Some mention of sex, but not actual smut!
Y/N watched Loras throw back another goblet of wine with dismay, resting her chin on her fist. Lazily averting her eyes, she sifted through possible conversation topics in her head. In the short few months since the two had been betrothed, she felt as if they’d exhausted all of them. She silently noted his untouched plate. “The feast is not to your liking, my Lord?”
Loras seemed to tense upon hearing her voice, his grimace turning into a pained half-smile. “It’s lovely, I’m just not very hungry is all.” In the brief sentence he spoke to her, he’d barely bothered to glance over at her, his attention elsewhere.
She sighed softly, rhythmically against her jaw. She’d never expected her own wedding to be this dull. The other guests appeared to be enjoying themselves, and few seemed to notice the unhappy couple.
“Gods Loras, you’re practically boring her to death.” The snide comment emanated from the youngest Baratheon brother and he smiled politely at the bride before reverting his attention to Loras. “Be careful, lest someone else steals her away.” Renly teased lowly, shooting the girl a playful wink.
@future-ll-evans requested: “Rhaegar and Sister! Reader so he’s not stupid and doesn’t die”
Sibling Incest Warning!
{Sorry, this is a bit of a shorter one!}
In the five or so years since the two had been wed, Rhaegar had never seen his sister so fiercely angry. She’d turned her back on him, and was muttering quiet curses in their mother tongue, her cheeks flushed a deep red. Finally, she turned back to him.
“A Stark?” She demanded, shoving him harshly. “Honestly Rhaegar, what were you thinking?”
He was infuriatingly calm. “She’s beautiful, and I’m certain many men love her, the crown belonged to her.” He flashed a testy smile, keeping his tone pleasant.
{General Sibling Incest Warning, and Major Character Death!}
The winter had come with vengeance, and snow fell in sheets. Brisk breezes had turned freezing, and rivers froze over. And yet amidst it all, Joffrey had never felt warmer. He knew the disappearance of the sun would lull his enemy into a false sense of confidence, thinking the abrupt change in weather was divine sign of his impending victory. Joffrey didn’t rely on any Gods, only relying on the weight of a blade in his hands. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that he could not wage war, not without exposing them both. He knew what needed to be done.
In the days following, the seven Kingdoms fell apart.
It seemed as though Ned’s discovery had doomed them all.
The King Robert Baratheon had been badly gored during a hunt, and was confined to his deathbed. In a matter of days, Ned Stark was imprisoned for treason, Y/N alongside him (charged with conspiring with the traitor).
Mmmm, something cute between Rhaegar’s younger sister (reader) and Arthur Dayne? Maybe he sees her fall and quickly rushes over to check on her. Her leg is all scraped up and she’s trying not to cry but tears are sliding down her cheek. Arthur sees to her injury?”
She’d never been the most graceful princess. Rhaegar often joked that she was always waiting for some Lord to sweep her off her feet, and as such, she was always prepared to fall head over heels. Even as such, Y/N remained unwed. Whether it was her own independence, or her father’s madness, suitors were surprisingly sparse.
It didn’t stop her from dreaming, of course.
Her dreams were littered with fantasies of a valiant lover, of kind heart and pure intentions.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or the reader is a dancer that over a series of days seduces oberyn with their dancing?”
[Thanks for the request, love! BriefSmut/ general promiscuity warning!]
Her hand trailed along the bundle of sheer fabric. Purple. It must’ve cost them a fortune. Shrugging off the simple slip, she pulled on the costume, smiling at the promiscuity of it all. They wanted her to dance for the nobles, to entertain them. She was a distraction from revenge and politics.
She pulled the veil just over her nose, obscuring all but her eyes. She smiled at her reflection, twirling just enough to catch the light reflecting on her bare skin. She was the very image of temptation.
@reblovesdoom requested: “please euron greyjoy S M U T. maybe he kidnaps her like he did with Yara and he keeps her to himself, always in the ship or whatever”
Non-Consensual Sex, Strong Langauge, SMUT, this might be the filthiest thing I’ve written, so I hope you enjoy, love!
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