Femslash February - Game of Thrones
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cmk418So there was this prompt list on Tumblr at the beginning of the month for people to write femslash works during the month of February. I originally hoped to do one for each day, but got a little stalled toward the middle of the month, so I'm grouping the prompts I've written for - Game of Thrones, Jossverse, Movie Prompts, and some random ones at the end. This group is for Game of Thrones:
SAFE (Daenerys Targaryen/Yara Greyjoy)
Yara has never felt comfortable on land. She’s always been her true self, her best self, out on the water. She’s been on a boat in every kind of weather, so when the thunderstorm hits, she sneaks below deck to check on the Queen.
Daenerys looks anything but regal in this moment as she lies on the bed in a semi-fetal position. Yara slides on the mattress beside her, curling her body so it fits against the other woman’s and wrapping her arms around Daenerys’ waist.
“You’ve flown on the back of a dragon,” Yara reasons.
“It’s different. When I am with my dragons, I speak commands- fly, land, attack, stand down- and they understand. This-“
“You have no control over.”
“Precisely.”
“Sometimes it’s fun not to be in control of everything. You just ride it out, ride the waves, and let it happen. It’s exhilarating.” Yara runs her fingers through Daenerys’ hair. “Just trust that I will keep you safe through the storm. Can you do that?”
Daenerys turns around in the circle of Yara’s arms. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Good. Now let’s see if I can show you how much fun it is to not be in control.”
THE MOON (Arya Stark/Brienne of Tarth
Arya approached Brienne in the courtyard. “Where I was, before I came home, there were statues dedicated to The Many-Faced God. There was one that caught my attention more than most. It was the one that the sailors worshipped- The Moon-Pale Maiden. I don’t know why she caught my eye. Perhaps, it was because she was female. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, there were other statues that catered to the standards of beauty that Sansa aspires to, but she had a quiet strength, as though she was someone you knew you could count on. Sailors prayed to her to guide their ships into safe harbor.
“When I looked out right now and saw you standing here with the moonlight hitting you in just the right way, you looked like a goddess to me.”
“Lady Stark,” Brienne began.
“Arya. Lady Stark is my sister.”
“I have pledged to protect you.”
“I don’t need your protection.”
“Nonetheless, I have made my pledge and I will see it through.”
“I am not a child to be looked after. If I require guidance in any aspect of my life, it is this: to know how to make love to another.”
“Milady, I am not equipped for such guidance. Perhaps I can ask Podrick if…”
“No! I do not wish to be instructed by a man in such matters. You can assist or you can walk away.”
Arya waited while Brienne seemed to consider the possibilities. “I will assist.”
SAFE (Daenerys Targaryen/Yara Greyjoy)
Yara has never felt comfortable on land. She’s always been her true self, her best self, out on the water. She’s been on a boat in every kind of weather, so when the thunderstorm hits, she sneaks below deck to check on the Queen.
Daenerys looks anything but regal in this moment as she lies on the bed in a semi-fetal position. Yara slides on the mattress beside her, curling her body so it fits against the other woman’s and wrapping her arms around Daenerys’ waist.
“You’ve flown on the back of a dragon,” Yara reasons.
“It’s different. When I am with my dragons, I speak commands- fly, land, attack, stand down- and they understand. This-“
“You have no control over.”
“Precisely.”
“Sometimes it’s fun not to be in control of everything. You just ride it out, ride the waves, and let it happen. It’s exhilarating.” Yara runs her fingers through Daenerys’ hair. “Just trust that I will keep you safe through the storm. Can you do that?”
Daenerys turns around in the circle of Yara’s arms. “Yes,” she whispers.
“Good. Now let’s see if I can show you how much fun it is to not be in control.”
THE MOON (Arya Stark/Brienne of Tarth
Arya approached Brienne in the courtyard. “Where I was, before I came home, there were statues dedicated to The Many-Faced God. There was one that caught my attention more than most. It was the one that the sailors worshipped- The Moon-Pale Maiden. I don’t know why she caught my eye. Perhaps, it was because she was female. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, there were other statues that catered to the standards of beauty that Sansa aspires to, but she had a quiet strength, as though she was someone you knew you could count on. Sailors prayed to her to guide their ships into safe harbor.
“When I looked out right now and saw you standing here with the moonlight hitting you in just the right way, you looked like a goddess to me.”
“Lady Stark,” Brienne began.
“Arya. Lady Stark is my sister.”
“I have pledged to protect you.”
“I don’t need your protection.”
“Nonetheless, I have made my pledge and I will see it through.”
“I am not a child to be looked after. If I require guidance in any aspect of my life, it is this: to know how to make love to another.”
“Milady, I am not equipped for such guidance. Perhaps I can ask Podrick if…”
“No! I do not wish to be instructed by a man in such matters. You can assist or you can walk away.”
Arya waited while Brienne seemed to consider the possibilities. “I will assist.”
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