Use The Force, you Bastard!

by fvdv123

The old guy is tossed from the Potterverse into Westeros, born as the Baratheon Bastard Gendry. It is a good thing he kept all of Harry's and Ridlle's memories and Magic. it will be a while before he gets his first wife, but he can have fun before marriage. Mr. Cringe and Gary Stu are here to keep me in line. We bash everyone and everything, even ourselves. Self-insert, as always.

13. Chapter 13

Disclaimer:

Mr. M., writing naughty stuff in Westeros is easy, writing funny stuff, however… very hard dude! The world from J.K. is far more easier I can tell you that. It is time I pull in the Force and screw your world a new one. For free of course.

Previous:

Daenerys said softly: "I waited a long time for it my prince, I knew you were meant for me from the moment you bought me and showed me the world."

Lyra nodded: "And now you have him, but he is not a prince, Dani, he is our Emperor. By the way, I am here too, so start sucking. Princess or Emperor, I don't care who does it, but do it now, and use the Force, you bastard."

I was late for Tommen's training session that afternoon. Meh, I will go to Winterfell tomorrow.

13 Game of Thrones... take one.

I arrived at the training grounds with a satisfied grin on my face, Tommen was already warmed up and kept on swinging his wooden mallets to keep the blood pumping.

When he spotted me he said: "Finally! I thought you forgot about me. What took you so long?"

I shrugged: "The only thing that can delay me is quality time with my girls, you will understand when your father's genes will activate on you my prince, and I can tell it will be soon."

Tommen paled: "You mean that I have to sleep with a lot of women?"

I grinned: "My guess is that you won't do much of that sleeping and more of fucking my prince. Believe me, those girls will be happy when you take more than one to your bed. Stamina wise you take after your father, ask your mother about it if you will."

Yeah, I bet that will have him in the doghouse for a week if he does that. Cercei doesn't have a sense of humor on that topic I heard.

I took two training mallets and faced Tommen: "Alright! It is time for your next beating! Are you ready my prince?"

Offended, he answered: "I wasn't the one that was arriving an hour too late Snowy! And for your information, I improved a lot while you were on a pleasure trip through Westeros with Uncle Tyrion and your maid. Going on the kind of pleasure Uncle Tyrion prefers, you must have slacked off a lot."

I swing my mallets and smiled: "Let's find out my prince."

An hour later, Tommen gave up: "Tell me Snowy, do fucking women give you extra endurance? Why in all the God's names are you not tired?"

I shrugged: "I have a bond with a Dragon, my prince, some traits are shared between us."

Our practice drew a lot of attention, and the people soaked up the information I spilled about dragons. Jaime and the little shit were watching too, Jaime Lannister was first eager to challenge me until he saw me spar with Tommen, now the prospect of meeting me and my hammers was not so appealing anymore. I sensed his blood lust when he first arrived and felt it reseeding after watching the spar.

To tease him I asked: "What about you Ser Jaime? Do you fancy a friendly spar? Or you Prince Joffrey? I bet Ser Jaime trained you well, after all, you spent years with him, you have to be an expert by now. I wish I had someone like your uncle as a trainer, all I can do is swing a hammer around."

The Hound laughed out loud: "Aye lad, but it was enough to put a dent in my brother's head."

I looked at the Hound: "Ow? You are not mad at me about that I hope? That brother of yours had a bad temper, he could not take a joke at all."

The Hound laughed out louder: "Nah, lad, just sorry I wasn't the one that did the denting. Boy, you better not accept that invitation for a spar, your uncle may accept it in your place."

That put Jaime in a tight spot, he could not refuse without losing face, and sparring with me will certainly make him lose it.

Finally, he said: "Another time, Snowy Mountain, I have an appointment with the Queen in a few minutes."

I nodded: "Ah, that is more important than sparring with me, another time perhaps, what about you Ser Sandor? The last good spar I ad was against the Mormont sisters and their mother. They had quite the punch and boy, Maege's mace hurt like a bitch."

Sandor Clegane chuckled: "You can't fool me, lad, you are stronger than you let people think. I am not in the mood to get my ass kicked by you, so no thanks."

Joffrey was stunned, they came here to put that bastard back in his place, and his uncle chickened out and the Hound even acknowledged his skills. Without beating him up, he can't demand a dragon from him. For a moment he considered accepting the challenge, but he remembered that he could not even touch the Hound in a spar, hearing him admitting defeat without even fighting, made him think twice. Without a word, he followed his uncle.

I turned to Tommen and said: "That leaves only you, my prince, let me show you the trick Lady Dacey did to land a blow on me…"

A half-hour later we ended the spar. Tommen groaned: "It was like every time we spar Snowy, I am glad that we could start sparring, and even more glad it ends."

I comforted him: "You made a lot of progress, my prince, there are not a lot of people that can take a blow from your hammers. I estimate another year and you can stand on even grounds against me, did you train with your father?"

He nodded: "Yeah, two times a week, he is stronger than you, but you are more agile and move faster. I am heading to my room for a bath and fresh clothes. Thank you for coming over… brother."

It is a big thing when you are acknowledged by the true-born son as a brother, I halted and thought it over. This needs to be rewarded.

When he was about to leave I said: "How about coming with me for a few moments, I have some weapons that you might like. It will only take a minute if you hurry, but Lady Maege took two hours before she selected her new mace."

Tommen turned to me and asked: "Lady Mormont took two hours to select a new mace? You made me curious brother, show me."

I looked at his guards: "Don't worry, I like him, we will be right back when he got his new hammer."

A grab at his arm was all it took to flame away without the guards able to prevent us from leaving. In my Treasure Vault, I showed Tommen the section with Valyrian Steel maces. Speechless, he looked around, thousands of weapons of all sorts were stalled in racks, he saw the trunks with gold and gems, and finally realized that his brother didn't need his family to survive at all.

He looked at me and asked: "Is there a reason why you are showing this to me Snowy? You could just have given me a pair of these hammers and still be the talk of Kings Landing for months."

I answered: "You called me brother, I wanted to show you that I don't need to sit on that throne to be a power to be reckoned with. Westeros is not my goal, I want to settle eventually, but it will be in Essos. I like you Tommen and I like Myrcella too. Joffrey? I did not have a lot of contact with him, so I can not judge his character."

I spread my arms and said: "What you see here is what I found in Valyria. I have a method that allows me to survive the toxic fumes there, to be honest, there is not much left anymore. Call on me for help anytime you want brother, Myrcella too. Now, choose your new maces."

Tommen was like a kid in a candy store, salivating over all those different maces, and don't know which one to take. Twenty minutes later he had four maces in his arms and puppy-eyed at me, I could not do anything else but nod, after all, I still have hundreds of those, refusing will make me look cheap or petty.

I enchanted two of them with Major Impact and Featherweight and said: "These two are for going into battle. Don't use them for anything else, they are killer weapons now, try them on boulders to find out."

I flamed him back to the training field and left him with his new toys.

Xxxxx

That night, I put sleeping spells on Dani and Lyra, so I could pay a visit to the Red Keep, I found out that I neglected the royal family too long, the bitch was humping her brother, and Dad was on the booze again.

First, I paid a visit to Joffy, I had to find out if he developed into a creep or got straightened out by Stannis. A Somnus and a silencing spell on the room allowed me to read the kid's memories, and boy, he is a twisted one! He kept his deranged treats from the books and TV show, getting of on torture and bullying, aided by his loyal daddy.

It is time to set things to order, there is no way I let this shit loose on Sansa, she might need a lesson or two about the real world, but this creep is too much. What to do… I can't use Magic, I would be the first suspect, an accident? No, he is pampered like a newborn baby, the most dangerous thing that can come close to him are his knife and fork to eat… Let Dad walk in on the twins? That would risk Tommen and Myrcella too.

Meh, he will get a bad case of diarrhea, just like Varys, a week on the shitter will get rid of the little shit, he will literally shit him to death. A fitting end if I say so myself.

Jaime… I wanted to leave him for Tyrion to deal with, I waited until he left and Cercei fell asleep, then I examined her memories to find out how long this was going on. Two months ago they returned to Kings Landing, and they started fucking again four weeks ago. An analyzing spell later confirmed the pregnancy, the bitch had another bastard on the way! They planned it so that if it was a boy he could rule the Westerlands! So sneaky! Well, Tyrion is the rightful heir, and I like him more than the rest of the Lannisters.

To bad that Joffy is going to be sick in a few weeks, losing her oldest son will cause a miscarriage, dying in childbirth is the cause of many deaths for mothers in Westeros. Maybe I will make certain Jaime is going to shoot blanks from now on. I have a nice spell for that.

A few hours later I arranged everything, I even set Dad back on the right path, I need him alive for a decade longer.

When I returned to my bed, I realized that I made my first major change in the Game of Thrones, eliminating the small council was peanuts compared to killing a crown prince and the Queen. Meh, fuck them.

Xxxxx

The next day we flamed to Winterfell, a few miles away we mounted our dragons and flew to the keep, after all, making a big entrance is half the work. We landed at the gate with a big roar. Arya came out running and jumped on Rhaella into Dani's arms.

She shouted: "You came back! I missed you a lot, Dani… Hmm? Who is sitting behind Snowy? Is he cheating on you already?"

Tyrion laughed: "Yeah Snowy? Are you cheating on Dani? Explain it to the White Dragon Lady."

I gave Tyrion a stink eye and said to Arya: "No Little White. Meet Lyra Mormont, she is your new sister, a red egg has chosen her, it needs more time to hatch. She is old enough to travel with us. Ah, there is your father and mother, we better dismount and greet them."

Lord Stark approached us with a servant carrying a plate with bread and salt: "Welcome Dragon Riders, share bread and salt with us and be our guests."

After the welcoming ceremony in the main hall, he asked: "So, is there a reason for your visit? I see you have an extra passenger. Lady Lyra Mormont, we heard from your mother that you are going to be a Dragon Rider too, congratulation, I hope you will get along well with my daughter."

Lyra smiled and answered: "Thank you, Lord Stark, I was surprised that was granted the opportunity to get chosen by a dragon. I bonded with a red egg, Snowy told me it will hatch next month. As a matter of fact, we have a reason for our visit. We traveled to Essos to get food for our Dragons, and we brought some animals back with us. There are some fine horses for your children too."

That fired the boy's interest, the good looks of Dani and Lyra kept them dazed, hearing we brought them horses woke them up. Lord Stark didn't comment on Dani's new look, he would find out soon enough.

Outside, Lyra did her sales pitch: "Each Stark heir can select a horse, or let the stable master select one for them. The rest are for sale, I admit, they are more suitable for crossbreeding to strengthen the bloodlines of the local horses, but they are the best broodmares from the Dothraki. Come inside so you can see for yourself."

While Lyra and Dani were selling the livestock, Arya pulled my sleeve and asked: "When are you going to hatch my Winter Queen?"

I raised my eyebrow: "Winter Queen? What if it is a boy? That would be awkward if you call him Queeny."

Arya shrugged: "I just know it is a girl, and white as snow, so Winter Queen is perfect, Sansa helped me pick that name."

I smiled: "Oh? What about Snow White? That is a nice name too, I happen to know a story about a princess with that name."

Arya thought for a moment: "That is a good name too, it is at least better than Whitey."

I handed her a necklace and said: "I need a drop of your blood on this, Little Dragon… so, put it on and come to Blacky, Rhaella, and Gerion, they are finished with their meal by now."

When we were close, I said: §Kids, say hi to Aunty Arya. The last time you met her you could not speak or understand her.§

Blacky said: §I remember Aunty Aria Daddy, she was nice to us.§

Arya shouted: §By the Old gods! You guys can speak? That is so amazing! We are going to have a lot of fun together. I can't wait for Winter Queen to hatch so I can fly with you.§

Gerion hummed: §I like Aunty Arya too. Aunty? Do you have a brush?§

Arya grinned: §I will call the others to help Gerion.§ and she ran away.

Soon everyone heard that Arya could speak with Dragons, and translated between the kids from the keep and the dragons.

Meanwhile Lord Stark asked me: "I guess that by turning Lady Daenerys hair color back to normal, the king knows about her? Yours too? What else does he know?"

I reassured him: "Nothing more Lord Stark, those are your secrets to tell. I was thinking, next month, the little dragon of Lyra will hatch, when it is the size of the others when they hatched, I want to hatch Arya's Dragon too so they can grow up together. I know it is faster than we agreed upon, but waiting too long can cause territorial friction between the dragons. When they are about the same age they are bonding together, a too big age difference will cause fights when the youngest grow up and want to get a higher rank."

Lord Stark looked thoughtful: "That means you are looking for more Riders, do you have some in mind?"

I shrugged: "Not exactly, but if I must name some candidates… Margaery Tyrell, someone from Dorne perhaps, a daughter of Oberyn Martell, or even Ariana Martell, she needs saving from her father. I could say Sansa, but I guess she will become the next Queen of Westeros. Oh, there was a good-looking Umber girl that got along fine with Dani, there might be someone from Essos."

Lord Stark froze up: "Sansa the next Queen? Says who?"

I smiled at him: "Why does that surprise you? You are the best friend of the king and the age match. I bet Lady Stark is preparing her for the job. Although… some needle-pointing and discussing jousts is not exactly preparing Sansa for that snake-infested hell hole they call the Red Keep. She will be chewed up and spitted back out with that education."

Lord Stark looked at me: "What does she need to know according to you?"

I answered: "Politics, commerce, trading, history, geography, science. A Queen must be able to give advice to her husband, instead of swooning over some knights that are trying to push each other from a horse with a big stick. A perfect example of a good Queen is Olenna Tyrell, she brought prosperity to her House. She still does. If your daughter doesn't learn this, she will be a tool to serve others' goals."

I grinned at Lord Stark: "Dani wised up after meeting me, I showed her how the world works, and she was quick to learn how to cope with it. Mother showed her some tricks too. Running a chain of brothels is no easy task, Dani aided Mother and Aunty a lot with it. As I said, commerce and trading, I taught her the numbers and arithmetic."

Maybe he get smart and prepare the girl for that snakepit, although I think Tommen will treat her well, Joffy will be pushing Daisies by then. If I give Margaery a dragon, Sansa will be the only candidate for Tommen… Hmm… is this manipulating? I have to talk this over with the girls and Tyrion before I make stupid decisions.

Xxxxx

We sold our livestock, alright, the girls sold our livestock. Not that it made a big profit, we scored some browny points with it. The girls got some orders in for more sheep and goats, the shepherds saw the potential of the Dothraki animals to improve their livestock, a few petitions to Lord Stark made them order animals for most of the Nobles in the North. Meh, a few visits to the Dothraki Sea and we are good.

Arya was glued to our Dragons, now that she can talk to them she became quite the chatterbox, Blacky, Gerion, and Rhaella loved the attention and being able to let their wishes known to their Groomers.

Rob Stark, with Jon Snow, were admiring their new horses, fine animals that are ready to be ridden in a few months. Bran got a newborn filly, so had Rickon. Sansa selected a beautiful white mare, like the others, she too has to wait a few months for the horse to grow up.

Arya wasn't interested in a horse and spent all her time with the Dragons and the local kids. Lady Stark's worries went away when she saw Arya happily talking to the Dragons, and the Dragons were clearly talking back to her. She still has that stick way up her ass though, I doubt she will get rid of it, it is a good thing Arya takes after the Stark side of the family.

At dinner, we told some of the tales of Kings Landing, and the audition to the king. I explained some of the workings of the High Court and the tasks the Queen is supposed to aid her husband with.

Tyrion confirmed it: "A good Queen must be able to advise the king in everything, be it politics or trading, those are the key elements to let the country prosper. Popping a few kids out is not enough to be a Queen. A good Queen is the driving force of the nation."

Lady Stark looked as if she sucked on a lemon, her definition of a good wife is almost the opposite of what Tyrion said, I don't care about her opinion anyway.

Tyrion continued: "I have the most respect for Lady Olenna, she is smart, and dangerous, very good at ruling the Reach, and she has a good instinct for trade deals. I heard she is training her granddaughter Margaery and her grandson Willas. She is a force to look out for."

Daenerys added: "Lady Margaery is named as one of the candidates to be the next Queen, so is Lady Sansa, and if I am not mistaken Ariana Martell. So are several daughters from minor nobles."

Rob Stark asked: "Why do you know all that Miss Dani?"

Dani shrugged: "If you know who is ending up with who, you can plan for the future. For example, what will happen when you marry a girl from the South, or what will happen when you marry a girl from the North? Both will give different outcomes, political and economic. Can you guess it, Lord Rob?"

Puzzled he said: "I would like to think it would not matter who I marry to the North."

Tyrion chuckled: "Oh, but it does young Rob, marry a devout Southern Lady, and the Nobles will lose trust in the Starks. Two generations of Starks are being raised to follow the Seven when the rest of the North follow the Old Gods… it will not end well. Marry a Northern Lady, the South will think you shun them, and Lord Stark will have no other choice than to marry several children to Southern nobles, preferably from the Reach to have a guaranteed supply line of food for the winter."

Xxxxx

At night, in our tent, I explained my worries: "I think we need to speed up the selection of Dragon riders, I read in the old tomes that it is best to keep dragons in the same age group. From there you can start breeding the family lines. It is harder for a younger dragon to get a spot in the group, and often get shunned by the older ones, much like with human kids, the little ones get bullied without the parents looking out for them."

I took a sip of my drink and said: "This means we need to find four Dragon riders soon. One of them Tyrion is a political one. Margaery Tyrell, if she became a Dragon Rider, the Sansa will be the next Queen without opposition. That will also mean that we interfere in Westeros' politics. What are your thoughts about that?"

Before Tyrion could answer, Daenerys did: "We select Dragon Riders based on compatibility with us, Snowy, You asked Tyrion because you liked him, you allowed me to have Rhaella because I lived with you for years and you like me too. You and I like Lyra, enough to let her have a Dragon too. It has to be a decision from us, not from politics. For me, I would like to nominate Jeyne Umber, she was easy to talk to and she is interested in you."

Tyrion sighed: "She speaks true Snowy, I would say Myrcella, but that will cause a war, Cercei will never allow it, just to spite me."

Lyra pointed out: "Maybe a partner for Tyrion? I bet there will be enough candidates for it."

Tyrion shook his head: "No, Lyra, they would want it to get a dragon, not to get me. You did not expect to be offered a dragon when you mentioned wanting one that morning after your night with Snowy. Finding a partner for me will have to be without a dragon, or I will always have doubt."

Lyra grinned: "Then we keep it simple, Snowy will shag them first with us to test them if we click."

Daenerys smiled: "That is a great idea, that way we can have some rest when Snowy plows through our sisters."

I protested: "Hey! I can be gentle! It is you girls that let it get out of control."

Tyrion stood up and said: "We will talk tomorrow, Snowy, silence your room please."

Dani walked slowly to me and said: "You hear him, we better do as he said."

Lyra approached from the other side: "Although it is not needed, he is going to the brothel in Winter town. Snowy, come to bed with us, we have to show you what we like for the next riders. Dani, ride his face, I'll ride his cock.