@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested: “What if Ramsay has a legitimate sister that Roose is trying to marry off to a younger son, and Ramsay just keeps killing them?”
Warnings; (half) sibling incest, graphic description of violence, smut, sexual language, Ramsay Bolton?
You glanced out over your shoulder, barely peering around the corner as Ramsay’s hands began to trail up your skirt. You could feel his lips trailing up your neck, his nose dragging across your pulse point as he left wet kisses and quick bites along the sensitive flesh. “Careful,” you warned rather softly under your breath, “this isn’t a good spot for-” as you made a move to push off the wall, Ramsay pushed you back into place with quickness, a growl sounding in his lower throat, guttural.
“I’ll kill him. I’ll cut his heart out of his body and feed it to him on a silver platter, I’ll-” his voice was muffled by your skin, but it didn’t much matter. The words had their intended effect, and you were soon shivering in his arms.
@legendsaresooftenwarnings requested “Or a Targaryen!reader x Dany Targaryen reader after khal drogo dies and they comfort each other?”
Incest warning!
{Sorry this is a bit short! It’s been sitting in my drafts for a few months, and I tried to make it longer, but found I couldn’t do much without losing the heart of the story. Hope you enjoy! <3}
She caressed her sister’s cheek fondly, tracing the prominence of her cheekbone with her slender thumb. “Are you ready?”
Daenerys thought for a minute, before nodding softly.
“You’re so strong.” It was a phrase she often repeated, spoken with revere and affection she still did not understand. Y/N had known for years that when Danaerys began to bleed, Viserys would find her a suitor. But the dust had barely settled over his grave when another loss struck them, the loss of Daenerys’ husband: Khal Drogo. Though Y/N had never much cared for the savage horse-lord, she cared for her sister and supported her while she grieved.
She could feel Viserys fuming beside her. She didn’t risk glancing to confirm her suspicions. His grip on her wrist had grown rigid, painful even, as he pulled her behind him.
He threw open the first set of doors they came to, ignoring the pleas of Danaerys behind them. Shoving his bride into the room, he turned back to his younger sister. “I hope it was worth it, you wretch!”
She caught one last glimpse of her sister’s face- shining with tears- before Viserys slammed the door shut, sealing the two in the small bedroom. For a moment, it seemed as though he intended to punish her with silence. Y/N watched firmly, fear beginning to coil within her. She had never seen him quite this angry. Reflexively, she spoke. “I’m sorry.”
@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.
this actually more of a Robb x Reader, but for the sake of continuity… sibling incest warning!
Robb traced the edge of the table tersely, casting a hesitant glance over to his wife. He fidgeted for a few more seconds before finally speaking. “Y/N? Do you trust me?” There was something frightening about just how quiet his voice had become.
This made her pause, glancing up from her needlework. “What is this about?”
Robb flexed his fingers, tactfully meeting her gaze, and holding his ground. “When do you want to make the announcement about the birth?” He asked plainly, aptly ignoring her question.
Y/N cleared her throat before she responded, keeping a tenuous appearance of calm. “In a few months, when we’re sure the child will survive infancy.” She resumed her needlework, keeping her expressions neutral.
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