Imagine being the last mermaid left in the Seven Kingdoms. Some people want to see you dead, some want to marry you because of your beauty and some try to use you for your magic. But in the end your legend still goes on…
I’ll Just Have To Show You (Part One - GameOfThrones!Calum)
Hello lovelies. Saw that gif of Calum while watching Game Of Thrones and I thought of this. Yeah. I know. You’re welcome.
I don’t really know if I’m going to do anything with this or do the other boys or not, but I might. Let’s be real. You never know with me… There’s certainly enough shirtless pics of Calum for a series….
Anyway, while watching the series or reading the books is preferred it is not required for this story. This is mainly just shirtless Calum sexual tension. ENJOY!
You took a deep breath trying to compose yourself
as the shout came down from the city walls announcing their approach. You didn’t
think you were ready for this, not that anyone cared to ask you what you were
ready for. Your own father didn’t even care; he was just trying to save his own
skin. Though, he would likely voice to everyone that this was necessary to save
the whole city.
Your father was the High Magister of the Free
City of Norvos, not that the city was very free today. You had gone to bed last
night excited at the prospect of going down to the river with a few of your
sisters and your maids, only to wake up to the unfortunately familiar warning
calls from guards outside. A Dothraki hoard had been spotted on the horizon.
You had been dreading those sounds more than
anyone else in Norvos. The last Dothraki hoard to attack the city had come nearly
a year and a half ago, and Norvos was still trying to recover. Your father had
only just become High Magister at the time, and he was very dismal in his
handling of the Dothraki. His gift to their Khal had been meager at best, and
the insulted Khal had pillaged much of the city for payment. The pillaging and
gift had left Norvos short on cattle, short on food, short on guards, and short
on slaves. You knew your father would have little left to give to the Dothraki
approaching now… little left except for you.
By most men’s standards you were incredibly
beautiful, some would even say the most beautiful they had ever laid eyes upon.
You were also very smart, not that most men cared about that in a woman. As an
advisor, you had taken over much of your father’s diplomatic negotiations in
the past year. You understood the languages and cultures of the other cities of
Essos, and they greatly appreciated your consideration. As a result trade had
increased, speeding up the rebuilding process. The people, both in Norvos and
the rest of Essos, loved you.
You knew now, standing beside your father as the
city gates swung open, that those very things that earned you love were about
to become your downfall. Messengers had already confirmed that it was indeed
the same Khal who had last attacked, and everyone knew that he would have to be
presented with something truly grand to avoid attacking again. Something as grand
as, say, a wife.
“If I could have this any other way, (Y/n),” Your
father whispered under his breath as a small group broke off from the Dothraki
hoard and approached the gate.
“You wouldn’t,” You cut off your father, unamused
by his flattery. Whether you cared to admit it or not, you knew your father did
not care for you. The only emotion the man had ever regarded you with was envy
as the people praised your efforts and berated him for the last attack.
“High Magister, might I present the Great Khal Calum.”
One of the messengers called up to where you and your father stood as the
approaching Dothraki raced through the gates and dismounted their horses.
“My greetings to the Great Khal Calum,” Your
father’s eyes were directed at the Khal, while spoke to the translator. “We
look forward to his presence in our city. If there is…”
The young Khal cuts your father off with a
venomous glare and a loud growling noise before he opens his mouth to speak, “Tell the old man if he wishes to speak to me
he can do it himself or not at all.” He spoke to the translator in
Dothraki, a language your father had no knowledge of, nor did he care to learn.
You, however, were all too familiar with what the khal was saying, having
picked up the language from countless trade partners.
“The old man does
not speak the Dothraki tongue, only the tongue common to his people.” You spoke up before the
The Khal diverted his gaze to you and for the
first time since his arrival you observed the man. He was young, but he was
certainly a man. His chest and arms were bare to show of the lean muscles
rippling under the skin. The skin itself was a gorgeous tan from years of riding
in the sun, littered with dark tattoos all along his arms and shoulders. His
hair was quite long as well down to his mid-back, a Dothraki tradition you knew
meant he was a warrior. No doubt he had never lost with his hair so long so
“Well then,” The Khal murmured, eyeing
you with a wary but intrigued expression, “Tell
him I will not make a deal if I do not understand who I’m dealing with.”
Your eyes never left the dark orbs boring into
yours as you spoke to your father, “He says he won’t make a deal through a
translator. He doesn’t deal with people he can’t speak to directly.”
Your father spluttered away, but before he could
coherently form words the Khal was speaking again, “Who are you?”
“I am (Y/n) of
Norvos, daughter of the High Magister,” You gestured to your father as you spoke.
“You? His daughter?”
The Khal’s eyes
roved over your body, “That is simply not
You bit back a laugh at his words, “I find it as impossible as you, yet here we
are… If you will not make deals with my father, perhaps the two of us could
make a deal.”
“What is she saying?” Your father hissed under his
breath to the translator, whose mouth started moving a mile a minute to catch
The Khal chuckled at your suggestion, “Oh, I am certain the two of us can make a
“Our people are short
of slaves. There is food to be had, but not plenty of it. Much of the city is
still in tatters after the last raid. We do not have much to offer you by way
exactly sound like a fair deal to me.” The Khal pursed his lips, waiting for your offer.
intention was to offer me to you as a wife, or whore or slave if you so choose,
he doesn’t care which, along with a few of his… personal favorites from the
local brothel,” You tried to put it as delicately as possible, knowing your
father was being translated every word. “The
brothels are about the only thing that are fully repaired in the city.”
The Khal thought this over for a moment and took
a step towards you. Your eyes fell to the floor in anxious anticipation. Everyone
watching tensed. The Dothraki guards behind the Khal rested their hands on
their blades; the guards around the city walls stood at attention, and your
father put a few more inches between the pair of you while the Khal began to
circle you in a very predatory manner, like a hawk ready to swoop down and
catch its prey.
“Now why would I have
need of his whores,” The Khal put a finger under your chin and tilted your gaze back up to his, “if I had a woman as beautiful as you in my
bed?” His thumb gently stroked over your cheek, and the only sound in the
place was of quiet whispering as the translator spoke in hushed tones to your
father of what Khal was saying.
“Men tire easily of
having the same things every day,” You pointed out quietly under your breath.
The Khal chuckled, clearly amused by your
observation, “Boys tire of the
same thing every day.” Slowly, the Khal trailed a hand down your arm to
your waist. With a sharp jerk of his wrist, you fell forward into him, palms
splayed out on his chest and his arm tight around your waist, holding you to
him. “Men know how to keep things
“Well then,” you said breathlessly, “It would seem I don’t know many men.”
The Khal smirked, “I’ll just have to show you, then.” His eyes diverted away from you
for the first time since you spoke, turning on the translator with a harsh
glare. “Tell your master he can keep his
ruined cities and his used whores for now. She will do just fine.”
The Khal released your waist and walked back to
his horse without as much as another glance in your direction. The translator
was a flurry of words the second the Khals back was turned, but you didn’t hear
any of them. Your eyes still focused on the retreating back of the man you
would soon call your husband.
Imagine being Viserys’s wife and queen of the Seven Kingdoms where you are known for your feisty yet caring nature.
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You have no idea how much I’ve missed your imagines!! I was wondering if you could do an AU plot where Viserys is Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and the reader is ruling with him as his Queen? ♥ Hope you’re having a wonderful week and thanks in advance, darling~!
Happy I got to use this picture finally cause Jack is in this one… only as a character, nothing weird goin on. I don’t think this one turned out quite as grand as Calum’s did, because the plot for this is a little more complicated so i had to cut it down to keep it from being ridiculously long, but i like to think it’s still kinda cute.
You yelped as you felt to strong arms grip you round your
waist and jerk you back, but the second your back connected with the sturdy
chest of the person behind you you immediately recognized it and let out a sigh
of relief, “Luke!”
Luke chuckled and loosened his arms just enough for you to
spin around to face him. “Hello beautiful,” he murmured, lifting a hand to rest
against your cheek. “I missed you last night. Where were you?”
“Cleaning the kitchens. I thought I told you I wouldn’t be
able to come to you for the next few nights,” You spoke softly and looked
around to ensure the two of you were alone in the corridor.
Luke chuckled at your words and leaned down, pressing his
lips into your neck. “You should know by now that I do not usually pay
attention to news that does not agree with me.”
“Yes, a habit I’ve noticed runs in your family.”
“It’s a key trait of any Lannister,” Luke agreed with a nod.
“Like my father always says, if you do not accept things that do not go your
way things will tend to go your way more often.” He tapped you lightly on the
You rolled your eyes and waved his hands away, “Getting your
way is a luxury of being a Lannister, a trait we do not share. That in mind, I
should get back to the kitchens before someone comes looking for either of us.”
Luke groaned and tightened his grip on her, “Let them come.
I could not care less.”
“Well I could,” you swatted his chest, “You wouldn’t get
punished, but I certainly would. I doubt the other maids would be happy to know
one of their own is fooling around with the Lannisters, and I know your father
wouldn’t appreciate such news.”
Luke growled in response to the comment and hid his face in
your neck, “They’re never going to touch you again, (Y/n). I promise you.”
“Luke, you can’t protect me from everything, especially your
“I can damn well try,” He disagreed, tightening his grip on
You sighed and pushed away from him with a shake of your
head, “Luke, you’re going to be Lord of Casterly Rock one day. You’re not going
to get in trouble over me. I won’t allow that.” With that you hurried off down
the hall towards the kitchens.
Luke sighed and slumped back against the stone wall of the
corridor, running a hand over his face in frustration. This was not the way his
life was supposed to go three years ago. He was supposed to come back from
squiring for the House Redwyne and meet the three ladies his father had decided
on and choose which among them would be his wife. Then he was going to take
over Casterly Rock and provide an heir to take over after him. At least, that
was what was supposed to happen.
And yet, despite how chaotic his life had become he couldn’t
bring himself to regret it, because you were part of it now. Instead of
returning to meet with suitors he had returned and run directly into you on his
way into the castle. A young kitchen maid, who was cleaning his chamber for a
sick friend who couldn’t work that morning, with frizzy hair from the heat of
work, drops of sweat rolling down the side of your face as you rushed about
making everything ready for his arrival.
You looked a mess, even he would admit that. But in that
moment he’d seen past your stained cheeks, sweaty skin, and messy hair. He’d
instantly seen the beauty that lied beneath, and he could not, for the life of
him, bring himself to even consider another woman from that moment forward.
He’d spent the last three years stalling his betrothal so he
could sneak glances and hurried conversations with you until you’d finally
relented to his advances. He knew his
father would never consent to him marrying a maid, but his father was an old
man. His will and strength was weakening over time. Perhaps in a few years he
would be more lenient, or at the very least out of his wits enough not to
“You know,” Luke jumped when he heard the voice from the
other end of the hall. “You should really check a bit more thoroughly before
you go sneaking around next time.”
Luke hesitantly approached when the voice came out of the
shadows and its owner stepped forward, “Jack.” He wasn’t entirely sure where
this was going.
Jack smirked in Luke’s direction and leaned against the wall
a few feet away. “Pretty girl you got yourself there,” Jack nodded in the
direction you’d run off in. “What’s her name?”
“What’s it matter?” Luke countered, crossing his arms over
Jack raised an eyebrow at Luke’s hesitation. “Luke, I’m not
going to steal her away from you. You know I would never do that to you.”
Luke hesitated a second longer before he sighed and slumped
back against the wall, “I know I just… Well, I don’t really know who to trust
anymore, Jack. If father found out… I can’t bare to think what he’d do to her
to punish me.”
“He won’t hear about
it from me,” Jack swore, clapping his brother on the shoulder. “I… I heard most
of it. Were you, you know, serious about all of that or just saying it to
Luke looked up to Jack with wary eyes, “I meant it… all of
it and more. Jack, I love her. I’m not even sure when it happened, but it did.
I can’t imagine my life without her now. I don’t even know if I want my life if
it does not contain her.”
“Father would never agree to…”
“I know,” Luke cut him off. “I know he wouldn’t let me have
her. I know he’ll never see her as anything more than a maid. I know he’ll
never care for my feelings as much as he cares for his family name, but I don’t
care. I don’t care if I never see him again. I don’t care if I never have any
of his wealth and power. I don’t care if I lose it all.”
Jack took a step back, processing everything his brother
just said and looking for any hint of hesitation. He found none. Jack had
always been the more loyal of the two to the family name, but he never
suspected for a second that Luke would consider… defecting like this, but Luke
was being completely serious about this. If that wasn’t enough for Jack to defy
his father nothing was.
“Do you have anyone who will take you in?”
“W-What?” Luke stood up a little straighter, face marred
“Is there anyone who will take you in if you leave?” Jack
persisted, “House Redwyne, you squired for them for a year. Their lord’s son is
your age; you still write to him. Their friends of yours; are they not? They
would take you in if you defied father.”
Luke hesitantly nodded, “I believe so. Their lord probably
would not, but his son is a friend, and he owes me… not that I’ll ever get a
“Leave that to me,” Jack waved off Luke’s concern, shocking
the younger boy silent. “If you truly mean what you said about leaving all of
this behind for her then I’ll help you.” Jack glanced back and walked down the
hall, ensuring all the doors were closed and no one was listening. “So, Luke,”
Jack turned back to face him when he was certain they were alone. “Did you mean
Luke thought it over for a second. A life in poverty down at
House Redwyne with you or a life of luxury here at Casterly Rock, married to
some noble woman and forced to watch you suffer away. “Yes, yes I meant it.
What can you do?”
“Father has had me following his master of ships for the
last two months, learning the ropes of the harbor. I made friends with a ship
captain while I was there. His ship is docked in Lannisport right now, but it
will soon be leaving for The Arbor to trade some wine. He’ll let you aboard
with my suggestion.” Jack explained.
“All the way in Lannisport? Father will notice I’m missing
by then.” Luke shook his head at Jack’s plan.
Jack dismissed his brother’s concern, “No he won’t. Some
sellswords have been pillaging some towns near Ashemark. Father’s leaving in
the morning with Ben to assist in their disposal. I’ll ride down with you to
Lannisport in the morning and talk to the captain. If we hurry I should make it
back before nightfall, and we can talk to Ben. He’ll stall father’s return long
enough for your ship to leave port. You and your maid will be halfway to Arbor
by the time he notices.”
“Really?” A twinge of hope leaked its’ way into Luke’s
voice. “You’d do all this for me.”
Jack’s smile widened on his face, and he pulled Luke into a
hug. “Father is Lord of Casterly Rock; he’s always been more ruler than family
to me, but that’s never changed the fact that you are my brother. First and
Luke returned Jack’s hug momentarily. “I need to go talk to
“Yes,” Jack released him, “Talk to her; see that the two of
you are ready to leave by sunrise. I need to speak to Ben.”
“Stay behind me.” Luke whispered over his shoulder to you as
you crept passed the guards atop the walls.
You clutched tightly to Luke’s free arm, his other resting
on the hilt of his sword just in case. Getting into the castle was as easy as
finding the secret door Luke knew about, but actually finding the room you were
looking for was difficult.
The Redwyne family lived in the center of the castle and had
their own personal guards patrolling the halls and stationed at each bedroom
door. You had to frequently duck behind statues or down the wrong hall to avoid
the patrols Until finally Luke found the one he was looking for.
“That’s the door.” He pointed to one with a guard on either
side. “He’ll be happy to help, but first we need to get past the guards. Wait
here.” Luke left you standing around the corner and jogged back down the hall,
ducking down one of the wrong halls you’d hidden in earlier and going out of
A few moments later a loud clanging sound reverberated
through the castle, and the guards jerked to attention, looking around and
deciding the sound had come from the opposite direction before tearing off to
find the intruder.
“Come on, hurry!” Luke grabbed your arm as he came dashing
back up the hall and pulled you to the door. “Won’t be long before they come
back or the halls flooded with them.” His fist pounded the door furiously, and
he pulled you to stand back behind him, blocking you from view of the door.
It was a few moment before the door swung open to reveal the
bedchamber inside. Before either of you could react a sword was pointed
directly at Luke’s throat through the open door. Luke tensed but made no move
to grab his own.
“Well, well, well,” A deep, masculine voice called from
inside the room. “I heard you’d gone missing, but I must say I didn’t expect to
see you here.”
“We need your help.” Luke ignored the jab.
Luke moved to the side, revealing you standing behind him to
the man in the doorway. He was tall, not quite as tall as Luke, but he towered
over you. His skin was just as tan as expected of someone living this far south, and his hair was a dirty blonde, messy and tousled likely from sleep. Underneath his skin you could see the hardened muscles sculpted from years of training with a sword. His
eyes were trained on you and felt like they were piercing your very soul.
“Well,” he raised an eyebrow in curiosity and lowered his
sword, “can’t say I expected that either… You certainly have been busy, Luke.”
With a flurry of movement, the young man threw the door wide and stepped aside
for the two of you to enter, sheathing his sword once more on his hip.
With the sword away and door open, Luke relaxed a great deal
and waved you in ahead of him, “Thank you for this.”
“Who said I was helping you,” the man shot back, jutting his
hand out to catch yours. Bringing it up to his lips, he pressed a kiss to the
back of your hand. “Hello there.”
Luke put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you back
against his side with a . “We need somewhere to stay, if you can spare the space.”
“Well you did save my life…” He mused in mock hesitation, “I
suppose I owe you one.” He smirked and held out an arm to
Luke chuckled and pulled away from you, grabbing his old
friend into a hug, “It’s good to see you again, Ashton.”