Oneshots that are result of random ideas and just stories that didn't make the cut because reasons
The mature warning is there for dark or smutty oneshots that I might make, But outside of that i can make some slice of life or comedic stuff as...
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Enjoy! —— Y/n grew up an orphan of myr , not an easy life for any child but there was only a few options he had I he didn't want to die or end up a slave, work for scraps or fight, y/n chose the ladder.
Y/n was unsure how to start , he was young only 14 with no one who would teach him how to become a capable warrior without the proper pay, so he took matters into his own hands, stealing a dagger from a careless mercenary and beginning his career.
He would take small paying jobs at first, he was a peasant so any little helped, he earned silver and copper performing small assassinations to any man he believed that deserved it, women and children were off the table, he refused make a name for himself becoming a butcher.
Soon his skill increased as did his work, he had gotten a propped weapon as well, with it soon becoming synonymous with him as a warrior, he had taken part as a officer in many battles and skirmishes between factions , offering services to whoever he felt had the bigger reward to give , or whoever wasn't a complete tyrant, or ultimately staying out of the conflicts all together if it just wasn't in his best interest to get involved.
By the time y/n was 23 he was doing fine for himself, he was a peasant no longer, he was a notable mercenary and wealth was no longer an issue, but he felt...dissatisfied, He enjoyed the pleasures that came with gold and loved the warmth of a woman, but he loved fighting as well, nothing got his blood pumping like cleaving a warriors head off on horseback.
He needed a position that could perhaps fill that need....but what?...well...he would soon receive the answer to his question.
Westeros, kings landing.
Y/n decided to take a trip to Westeros, to see what land was like outside of essos, he had certainly received some culture shock but there was certainly much to see, and to see a dragon fly across the sky was something he couldn't help but marvel at, but what annoyed him was the talk of royalty.
y/n wasn't privy to the Targaryen dynasty because he didn't care for royalty in general, too much backstabbing and scheming, it was all nonsense to him, he would never understand the appeal of the iron throne or any throne for that matter.
Kingslanding was as grand as described but he could definitely see that it was the most recognizable place in the seven kingdoms, many eyes stared as a glaive was a very uncommon weapon but y/n new to not stir trouble as this land was not his own and he was in the Targaryen houses back yard.
Y/n sat on some steps eating a fresh apple. "If nothing else they seem to be in a peaceful period, no slaves from what I can see either." Y/n thought as he took another bite of his apple.
Y/n then heard horses trotting and glanced, he saw a white haired woman, trotting on a white horse alongside several white cloaked guards on their own horses, she was quite beautiful and no doubt Targaryen, his curiosity was broken as he saw several men ambush the woman.
"Assasins! Protect the Princess!" One of the guards shouted as they got in formation to protect their Princess.
Y/n made no effort to help, this was not his problem and merely kept eating his apple.
"GAH!" The princesss cried out as she was dragged from her horse.
Y/n looked up to see the woman carried away crying out for help as the guards were occupied.
Y/n could have kept ignoring it, but he couldn't, his honor wouldn't let him. " fuck." Y/n groaned as he threw his apple to the ground and picked up his glaive and begun his pursuit.
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The assassin had dropped the princess in an ally way and held in ugly grin. "I hope you don't mind mind, I need to know what fucking the realms delight is like." The man expressed strongly and Rhaenyras heart sank.
"No! NO!" Rhaenyra shouted as she tried to fight the man he was beginning to rip her clothes open, not this, anything but this.
"No One is going to sa-GAAAHHH!!!" The man cried out in pain.
Rhaenyra looked up in shock as a thick blade was embeded deep in the man's shoulder.
Her attack was suddenly yanked to the ground, and the warrior wielding the glaive expert twirling his weapon and beheading her attacker.
Her savior sighed. "I guess a simple day I'm kingslanding was too much to hope for." Y/n sighed shaking his head, he looked to rhaenyra but looked away seeing one of her breasts were exposed, he then unlatched his traveling cloak from his shoulders, and walked over to her.
"Your Gaurd have no doubt taking care of the rest." Y/n spoke as he wrapped the cloak around her. " I suggest you catch up to them before more show up." Y/n said as he turned around and walked away.
"Wait!"
Y/n glanced at the Princess.
"Please...accompany me....it would be safer..." Rhaenyra spoke still reeling from what happened but trying to hold firm, truth was she was afraid to go alone.
Y/n could have turned her away but she did have a point. "Very well, come." Y/n said motioning her to follow, soon they were walking beside each other, the people they walked past watched in relief, some kneeling and thanking their gods.
"May I have your name?" Rhaenyra asked, wishing to know who her savior was.
"I am no one,I came to see kings landing for a day and I have, nothing more to it than that." Y/n spoke, seeing no reason to provide his name when they wouldn't see each other again.
Rhaenyra however didn't see it as he did, and soon the y/Ns life would make a big change.
