Chapter 180 [Vault]

Title - HOTD: Leandra the Blessed | Chapter 1 | Futanari MC

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[1st POV]

I had died.

My life had come to an end. In a sudden, and rather unfortunate matter, I had been claimed by death. A car accident sending me flying as I died upon impact, much to the horror of everyone around me.

My life had been an…interesting one. Born to as the only child to a strict mother and father. Born not out of love, but out of accidents and pent up emotion. My life had not exactly started off in the best manner.

And it didn’t get much better. My parents had expected the absolute best of me, to the point that they were…less than kind when I made ANY sort of mistake, no matter how small. It was this fear I had of them in my younger years, that I had made sure to do the best I could.

Graduating high school early, going to the best college in the country and getting not just one, or two PHD’s, but five, all by the time I had turned 23. A PHD in Military History, Pyschology, Behavioral Analysis, Economic, and Maritime History.

A strange combination, many had said, but I cared little. As I was guaranteed a good job no matter what, and I very much enjoyed learning. I loved history quite a bit, and my knowledge in the military and maritime was proof of that.

Sadly, that mattered, little, as I had died.

After completing my schooling, I had decided on going into a job regarding history, running a museum in New York City, one that I enjoyed very much, and a job I had kept until I was 25, in which I had died.

I had cut my parents out of my life the second I had turned 18, as they were…not a good influence on me. Especially once they had found out that I was now their “Perfect Daughter” as they had thought, and was in fact, Lesbian.

After cutting them out, my life had been better, and I had been able to pursue hobbies and interests of mine.

One of those was fictional works.

The ones that I had enjoyed the most of them all, was Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon. I am not sure if it was my love of history playing bias, or if it was something else, but I had absolutely adored the shows, binge watching them over and over all the way up until my death.

I had watched others of course, but these two reigned supreme in my eyes.

But none of that matters any longer, as I am dead, and there is nothing that can change that. I can only hope that whatever comes next, is not hell.

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’…How long must I wait?’ I had thought, as I sat in what can only be described as some sort of infinite void, one endless in size, and strangely quite warm, comfortable even.

I had been in there for what I am sure was several days now, perhaps longer. And it had begun to wear on me, as even I, someone who was (even before my death) quite the apathetic individual, had a limit, and I was beginning to reach it.

But thankfully, it seemed whatever God that was out there, had saved me the continued discomfort of this place, as a strong constricting sensation traveled through my new form, as if squeezing me out of somewhere. And soon, I felt as if I was traveling through a tight tube or something of the sort, and light invaded my sight.

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What greeted me was the blurred sights of forms, as they spoke around me.

“Congratulations Milord! It’s a healthy baby b-“ The voice stopped, as if noticing something, and it was then that the voices around me grew quiet.

“What is it?” A gruff man asked as the woman that was speaking breathed in deeply before continuing.

“M-My lord, it would seem that you…you have been blessed, yes, blessed!” The woman said after a few moments, confusion filling both me, and what seemed to be my new father, hopefully a better one than my last.

“Blessed? How?”

“Your child, they have been born of both genders! Both a Man and a woman, in one form! Blessed by both the father and the mother!” At these words, my eyes inwardly widened, as the “Father” and the “Mother” were very distinct, two of the Seven Gods in Westeros.

‘….I’ve been reborn in Westeros…’

’….Shit….’

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[Years Later, 92 AC, 5 Years before the birth of Rhaenyra Targaryen] [3rd POV]

”Leandra! What in seven hells are you doing?!” The voice of an elderly woman sharply yelled, as a blonde girl, with bright green eyes turned to her.

“Practicing with the sword, what does it look like I’m doing?” Leandra replied, scowling at the woman, who was a “Septa” a nun of sorts, except much worse, especially in this day and age.

“A sword is no weapon for a lady!”

”Good thing I am not just a lady, is it not?” Leandra replied, rolling her eyes at the Septa.

It had been 5 Years since she had been born into this new world, and since she had realized that she bad been born not only into Westeros during the time period of the dance of the dragons, but had also (much to her own annoyance) been born into the Lannister family, as what can only be described as a Futanari, or something of the sort.

A woman with both the genitals of a man and woman, working perfectly. She wondered if the Gods had cursed her, for being a woman in this world was already horrible enough, but something completely and utterly unique?

She was just lucky that her father had cared for his reputation quite a bit, and surprisingly enough, cared for her as well. Unlike her mother, the man had seemed to dote on her a lot, more than she had expected of the man.

And it was thanks to him, that across the Kingdoms, where word had naturally spread of her…oddity, she was deemed as Blessed by the Mother and Father, and not a freak.

Or at least that’s what he had wanted, and that’s what the Lords had said, but in actuality, most of them had seen her as an abomination, a freak of nature. Not that any would dare say that out loud.

Being born into House Lannister had been…difficult. Her elder brothers looked down upon her, likely because of her differences, and them being over 10 years older than her. With them being twins, and Jason being the Heir to the Rock.

Her mother despised her, for she was a freak in her eyes, a monster that should have been tossed to the seas to drown, claimed by the currents of the Ocean.

Her father would not have that though. Especially once he had realized that his youngest child, his daughter, was a genius, and not just a simple one, but an absolute genius.

By the time she had turned 2, she could speak, read, and write perfectly. Which was far younger than most, as it usually took years for other children to do so, and yet she had done it so early.

By the time she had turned 4, she had started to learn from the Maester Gullin, a kind old man that cared little for her differences, and taught her everything he could from then on.

By the time she had turned 5, she had started to practice with the blade, finding that she was a genius in the art of the sword, one that had shown far more promise than her brothers ever did at this age. And yet, the Septa had attempted to stop her at every chance.

That was what it looked like to everyone else at least. But the truth of the matter was…she had been given a gift, a great, incredible gift.

She could see and learn from those from long in the future.

Tywin Lannister and Jaime Lannister.

She had seen them for the first time when she had turned 2, and from that point onwards, she learned from them the best she could for her age. Absorbing their teachings (especially Tywins) like a sponge.

It wasn’t just that she had been given either. For she, much to her own surprise, seemingly had been blessed with perfect memory, remembering every single moment of her life in perfect detail. Not only that, but she could comprehend and learn things much faster than what was normal, around 10 times faster. A singular year of learning being akin to 10 for her.

She wasn’t sure what this was from, and why she had been given this gift, but she welcomed it.

Sadly, she knew that her father would likely be dying within the coming ten years, and once that happened, her brother Jason would take over, and then her life of comfort would end.

“But-but-“ “No buts, Septa Cat, I am not a lady, and never will be. I have no interest in knitting like some common girl, or being the wife of some lord ten times my age. Now if you will leave me be, that would be greatly appreciated” Leandra said, glaring at the woman who went red faced in anger, before huffing and walking off, leaving her alone.

Well, to others at least.

“Well done, Leandra. Told that wench off” The ghostly form of Jaime said, a smirk on his face after Leandra had had basically told the Septa to fuck off, for good reason.

“It was. A common septa has no right to criticize a lion” Tywin said, giving her a nod, which she smiled at, as the man had basically become a grandfather figure to her (as strange as that sounded).

He was also the one that would likely give her the knowledge needed to survive in this time period. For there were things that would happen here, that would make the Rains of Castamere look like nothing.

“Yes well, she’s a bit of a cunt, so I don’t feel bad for doing it” Leandra said truthfully, as woman had always been an annoyance at her side, one that wouldn’t just fuck off and leave her be.

Jaime could only laugh at her reply, while Tywin shook his head.

“Back to it, Leandra. No more distractions should bother you any longer” Tywin said, as she shook out of her amusement, before nodding, for it was time to train, and train she will.

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Later, during the evening, Leandra sat at the dinner table, eating her pork with a hum, not minding the taste. It was nothing in comparison to the food in her old world, but it was good enough.

“So, my daughter, what were you up to today?” Her father, Tymond Lannister replied. He was a rather handsome middle aged man, unlike the older wife of his, and Leandra’s mother, Ceira Lannister.

“Training father. I found that training with the sword is quite…enjoyable” Leandra replied with a small grin, sipping on her water as the man let out a laugh, knowing that his daughter had been training for over a year now, not only a couple of Moons (months).

“Yes yes, I’m sure it was. Perhaps it is time I have Ser Alfred train you?” Tymond offered. Alfred was the Master-at-arms at Casterly Rock, and an excellent swordsman with tons of experience.

“It would do well to gain some proper experience, Leandra” Jaime advised, as Tywin nodded silently, agreeing with his son.

“I would love to father, thank you!” Leandra said, smiling at her fathers offer. She had grown to care for the man, at least, as much as someone who was 25 in the body of a 5 year old could.

“Excellent! I shall inform him on the morrow” Tymond said, as Leandra nodded in response, her siblings silently scowling at the interaction. Their father had always shown more care and personal interest in Leandra than either of them, and it is this that had caused a majority of that dislike of their little sister by over a little over 10 years.

“Now eat! We will speak more of this later” Tymond said, as she nodded, before returning to her delicious meal, one thought on her mind as she did so.

‘…Time to continue my training’

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That’s the end of the chapter!

Leandra will have some other powers, as these “Ghosts” of hers won’t be around forever, and will likely be disappearing within the next chapter or two. She is blessed, afterall, so there’ll be more.

Love interest is the only person that is right, aka Rhaenyra Targaryen. Leandra is older than her by 10 years, but…so is the way of Game of Thrones. And I sort of had to do this in order for the plans I had to reasonably work, and for her to realistically be born into the Lannister family.

There will likely be quite a few timeskips for this fic, as not a lot will happen until she turns 15, as that is when everything really begins for her.

Anyways, have a good day!