Game of Thrones Oneshots

Yara x Targaryen Reader- Hook, line and sinker

The moment Yara Greyjoy stood before your sister in the throne room, you noticed her attention was not entirely focused on the dragon queen. Though it should have been considering your siblings reputation and undisputed beauty. But instead, she would often watch you out of the corner of her eye. Thinking she was being subtle.

It didn't go unnoticed. Not by you nor your sister as you both glanced at one another with quirked brows. You offered a shrug to Danny before she finally interrupted Theon's speech about his sister, "is there something you wish to say, Greyjoy?"

At first, Theon drew his brows together. Thinking it was him that she addressed. But the unrelenting gaze of your sister was directed at Yara, who jumped out of a dream like state and shook her head. "I hope that you would consider helping us prove men wrong. That a woman can rule just as well, if not better than a man."

"And how does that explain your interest in my sister?" Yara couldn't answer herself at first. Though she kept an impressive amount of control over her surprise and passed it off as calm indifference.

"I must admit that I haven't seen anyone as beautiful as her. It is rather distracting." A smooth talker without a doubt, especially when you had to stop yourself from blushing. Instead keeping the usual face of neutrality. And yet you could not stop the slight tug on the corners of your lips as you locked eyes with Yara.

Daenerys sighed and rested her hands against the arms of her throne, whilst you bowed your head to your sister, "I'll take my leave."

A simple nod came from Danny and you picked up the skirt of your dress to walk down the steps of the throne. Passing Yara on your way out.

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When you knocked on the door, it opened almost immediately and Yara froze up at the sight of you. Dressed in a long flowing silk gown, you held a bottle of wine between long delicate fingers.

"Are you going to invite me inside?" You asked and Yara stepped to the side. Allowing you entry into her chambers.

You looked around her room. It was nothing like your own. Smaller, less decorated and had the bed in the same room as the lounge area. Not like your own where it had separate rooms for living, sleeping and eating.

The only thing that remained the same was the placement of a plush lounge chair in front of a marble fireplace. You grinned as you sat on it. Placing the bottle of wine on a small round table and draped one leg over the other, revealing a slit in your nightgown. You glanced over your shoulder, "are you coming over or will you stand there slack jawed the whole night?"

Yara almost stumbled as she hurried over and was about take a seat until she pulled back and looked your way. "Is this a test?"

"What would the test be?"

"To see if I will remain wholly loyal to your sister."

A laugh escaped you as you played with the frayed ends of a pillow, "darling, you would not be betraying my sister with late night visits that I instigated."

"And what is the nature of this late night visit?" Suspicious of you. Good. It meant that Yara was no fool and you had no time for them. Especially when you had so little free time considering the political climate of Meereen.

"I think you already know." You hummed and stood up to lean in close to her. Her breath hitched as you placed your hands on her shoulders. Turning the pair of you around before you pushed her down onto the lounge chair and stood between her legs. Looking down at her with a smirk. "I heard a little rumour. That Yara Greyjoy enjoys the company of women."

"And I heard that (y/n) Targaryen is the same." Yara finally ran her hands up your legs and settled on your hips. Tugging you onto her lap as you shifted to straddle her.

You took her chin between your thumb and your finger, face close to hers as you mumbled in a low and sultry voice, "then I suppose you have also heard that I have a deal with my sister."

Her brows drew together, indicating she knew nothing of it. So you continued, "your Queen will only form political marriage alliances with women for me, should it ever arise. I heard that she proposed one in the throne room."

"She did."

"And what was your answer?"

"I said it was your choice." She moved to kiss you, but you evaded it and smiled teasingly at her. Her voice dipping into a grumble. "I am against marriage alliances that are unwanted."

You felt her hands move to your lower back and then slide down further. It was enough to make you bite your lip and lean in close, lips brushing against hers as you whispered, "I'll have to marry to solidify an alliance at some point. I'd much prefer it if it's with you."

"May I ask why?"

"You interest me." You finally pressed your lips to hers as her hands roamed over you. Gliding across silk and warm skin. She broke the kiss to trail her lips across your jaw and down your neck. All while you tipped your head to the side with closed eyes. A sigh slipping through your smile.

Yara continued to pepper kisses down to your exposed collarbone and slipped your dress off your shoulders. Exposing you to her. She pulled back to marvel at the sight of you. And breathlessly said, "are you sure about this? Wouldn't you want your first time to be with someone who isn't a stranger?"

"What makes you think I haven't slept with a woman before?" You quirked your brow at her, undoing the buttons of her tunic. "We'll come to know one another in time. After all, that is the nature of arranged marriages. We do what the queen commands."

"Including this?" Yara ran her nails up your arms and leaned in to kiss where neck meets shoulder. Softly biting down on it. "This isn't what proper lords and ladies do."

Another laugh came from you, "we are not like most Ladies, are we Greyjoy?"

"Then there is no going back now." She grabbed your legs and heaved you up as she got to her feet. Carrying you over to the bed whilst caught in another fiery kiss.