I know that there are no real holy days in Game of Thrones, but as it is coming up to Christmas, I thought I would make up my own for them 😁 so I hope that you will go with it. And I know that it is a little early, but I would like to wish everyone a very happy, and safe, silly season. No matter where you are from or what you believe, I hope that you are able to all spend time with your loved ones. And despite everything that has happened over this terrible year, that you all have chance to enjoy yourselves. I thought that the only gift I could give you all was a couple of little imagines for the season, so here is the first.

It was High Winters Eve. The day before the most holy day of the year. For all those that believed in the gods, it was a time for families to come together. A time to sing, to dance and make merry, before the world was plunged into the darkest and coldest period of the year. It was a time to remember all that had been, and a time celebrate all that was to come. It was a time when loved ones would exchange gifts, and festivals would fill every city, town and village with colour. And this year's celebrations would mean more than ever before.

It had not been long since the war, not long since cities had burned, and countless men and women had died defending all that they held dear. So those that were left knew that it was their duty to honour all those that could not be with them.

"Well? Have you come up with something?" Jon asked Tormund. The big red man slumped over the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the room.

Jon knew all too well how the large wildling felt for Tyrion's sister. How he had followed the beautiful lioness around like a lovesick young man since the first moment he had laid eyes on her. How he had fought by her side as the Night King had brought hell to the mortal world, and how they had been there for one another since the human forces had won. But Jon could never understand why Tormund had never told (Y/n) how he felt. The Free Folk were not normally shy about telling someone how they felt, and what they wanted, so what made this situation different for the big man, was beyond Jon.

"No." Tormund groaned, as he pulled his fur coat over his head, hoping that the ground would swallow him up.

"How can I give er something worthy of er? She's a lady, a Lannister. She would have only got tha best of tha best on other High Winters Days. Tyrion said that his father always spoiled (Y/n) tha most. That he would gift er gold and jewels. I can't compete with that. Plus, I don't think tha little man would like me givin gifts ta his beloved baby sister." Tormund complained, his voice muffled by a pile of fur.

Jon shook his head and chuckled, as he made his way over to his friend. The young lord placing his hand on the wildlings shoulder reassuringly.

"You are not expecting me to believe that the great Tormund Giantsbane is afraid of what the little lion would have to say. And I am more than sure that if Tyrion did say something, that (Y/n) would tell him to mind his own business. You know (Y/n) well enough to know that she doesn't need gold and jewels. She doesn't need expensive gifts. I am sure that whatever you gave her, she would love. (Y/n) feels the same for you as you do for her, she is just waiting for the feared red wildling to make the first move." Jon said, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as Tormund reappeared from under his coat.

"She does?............I mean, of course she does." Tormund declared as he sprung to his feet. A broad, beaming smile spread across his face.

"I'll see you at the celebrations tomorrow." Tormund shouted as he rushed from the room. An idea formulating in his mind about how to show (Y/n) how much he really cared.

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(Y/n) rubbed her eyes as the first rays of the High Winters Day sun came streaming through her window. This year's festivities would be different to any that she had seen before. It would be the first year that would see only her and Tyrion together, the first year that she would not spend with all her family. But she knew that now she had a new family, that she and Tyrion would not be alone. They had Jon and the Free Folk, and best of all she would have Tormund.

A sudden quiet knock at her door made (Y/n) turn from the window. She was not expecting anyone so early. Tyrion would probably have been with the wildlings the night before and was most certainly sleeping off one of his legendary hangovers in preparation to carry on where he left off at the festivities later on. So, who her early rising guest could be, she had no idea.

"Hello?" (Y/n) called out as she opened the door. Curiously looking around the empty long corridor as she wondered what was going on.

Then she saw it. Just at the entrance to her room had been placed a little wooden lion that had been painted vivid yellow. The colour she knew, coming from the finest ground ochre. And next to it, a tiny posey made up of winter wildflowers and feathers, that had been neatly tied together by a thin strip of the softest fur.

Placing her cloak around her night gown, (Y/n) rushed off towards Jon's room. Knowing that if anyone would be as awake as she was at that time of the day, it would be him.

"Jon." (Y/n) called out, as she poked her head cautiously into his room.

"(Y/n). Is everything alright?" Jon asked, as she rushed in. The lioness kissing him gently on his cheek and pushing a small parcel into his hands.

"Everything is fine Jon. And Good High Winters Day. I hope you like your gift. I made it for you myself." (Y/n) giggled as she jumped onto Jon's bed. The youngest Lannister smiling broadly as Jon looked at the leather belt she had made.

"I know it's not perfect, but Harell said that it was the best leather, and it should last you a long time." (Y/n) continued, as Jon came and joined her on the bed.

"I love it (Y/n). Thank you." Jon replied, as he looked down at the objects that (Y/n) had placed in her lap.

"It looks like someone has already been giving you gifts. Who are they from?" Jon asked, despite already having a feeling that he knew.

"Beautiful, aren't they? They were just left at my door, so I don't know who they are from. For a moment I thought that they could be from Tyrion, but then I remembered that Tyrion's idea of a High Winters Day gift would never be so sweet. Do you know that one year he gifted me Bronn for the day? Needless to say, that it didn't end well." (Y/n) chuckled, as she remembered what her father's opinion had been when he had found out that the sellsword was in breathing distance of his favourite child.

"I had wondered if you might know if they were from...........well from someone else. But I don't think that he is interested in me. I know that I'm not Free Folk, but I had hoped that he would tell me if he cared. I mean, don't the Free Folk normally take what they want? Don't they tell a girl if they want them?" (Y/n) asked, as she looked up at Jon.

"(Y/n). Today is not a day to cry. Today is a day to be happy. And I think that you should wait to see what happens as the day unfolds." Jon told her, as he brushed a single glistening tear away from her cheek.

"Your right. There have been too many tears. Now is the time to laugh and love. I think that maybe I will go and wake up Tyrion. Hopefully his head is so sore that I can get my own back for my Bronn gift." (Y/n) announced, as she jumped up from the bed, gave Jon another kiss on the cheek, and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.

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All day, and everywhere she went, (Y/n) had found little gifts. They were nothing that anyone else would think was important, but to (Y/n) each one had been more simple, more perfect. And now as she made her way down to the Free Folk encampment for the celebrations with Tyrion and Jon in tow, she couldn't help but pray that her mysterious gift giver was exactly who she hoped it would be.

Tormund waited around the fire. It had been difficult for him to sneak around and leave (Y/n) all her gifts. He wasn't built to be sneaky, he was too big to be stealthy, so he could only think that the reason that (Y/n) hadn't seen him was that the gods were watching over him, and approved of his choice in women.

"Hello Tormund. Good High Winters Day." A beautifully melodious voice said from behind him. Tormund turning and finding himself face to face with the fair haired lioness.

"I have something for you. Valrine helped me sew them for you. I must admit that I was never very good at sewing, I always preferred books and swords to needles. But I hope that they will fit." (Y/n) said, as she thrust a parcel into Tormund's hands, the big man pulling at the paper to find a large pair of fur gloves inside.

"They should keep you warm in the worst of the winter snow. And I think.......I hope that I have you to thank for all my gifts." (Y/n) continued, as she anxiously fiddled with little lion in her hand, waiting for the wildling's response.

Tormund looked between the gloves and the nervous looking woman before him. Why had he waited so long to take her? Why had he been so concerned that she was a lady? Why had he worried about what her brother would think? He was Free Folk, and Free Folk knew what they wanted, and he knew that he wanted (Y/n).

Before (Y/n) could say any more, she found herself in Tormund's strong arms, his rough, dry lips on hers as he carried her away from the revelry and into the night. Tormund determined that this High Winters Day would be the first of many that he and his lioness would spend together.