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When the East Winds Blow

Stannis Baratheon x YiTish Second Wife!OC (who also doubles as a childhood friend)

Aka: A WOC fixes all of Westeros' bullshit with a magic flute and is about to whoop a bunch of old white men's asses with a slipper because they need it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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Summary: 美灵 (Měilíng) was a young girl from the port city of Shenlong in Yi Ti when she learns that she is the only living child of 徐浩然 (Xú Hàorán), a cruel and powerful merchant in Wan, and takes her to Westeros to expand his company. Scared in a new land, her only companions are her trusty flute and memories of her mother's stories. But she will have a friend who will change her life forever, and she will do the same for him.

Warning(s): MDNI 18+; Domestic Abuse; Child Abuse; Cersei is the worst; Tywin is the worst; Robert is a pig; Měilíng's dad is like 40 years+ her mom's age, and the worst; the story is going to be written like those Ted Ed mythic videos; Robb and the Northern boys and the other OC don't show up for a lil' bit, but it's coming

Author's Note: Please read this post for reference. Exams and ADHD are kicking my ass, and I need a distraction. Please do not repost without my permission. I did not come up with the names for the Yi Ti regions; that credit belongs to the brilliant @anya-snow. If you are interested in the names' translations, it is at the bottom.

From the Beginning:

“As she entered the world and cried out in victory for her survival – the fearsome, dark clouds parted, and the sun’s feeble rays shone only to pool the delivery room as the gentle breeze brought by the sea welcomed Xīwángmǔ’s new child, and the small wind chimes and bells danced in its embrace.”

In the Shenlong province, a young girl gave birth to a young girl. However, the baby was exceptional. As she grew, she showed to have a very cunning mind. She has met thousands of foreigners daily since being born in a port town. Her proficiency in learning foreign tongues alone caught the attention of one of the oldest and wealthiest merchants in Wan. Měilíng did not have much, but she had her mother and her simple life by the docks, and that was enough for her.

Xu Hàorán, an aging but powerful merchant in Wan, was the most important port city in Yi Ti. The merchant was very old, and his wife had long died without giving him any children. At the news of the child’s birth, he ordered the child and her mother to be brought to his home.

After seeing the child’s face, it was clear that this was his daughter. Recalling the time he spent with a girl from a poor fishing family years ago, he realized that Měilíng was the product of that night. Overridden with joy at the idea of him finally having an heir, he immediately ordered Mei to begin her education as he locked her mother in a small, dark room.

Měilíng despised her father. Soon, it became years since she saw her mother, and she missed the lullabies she would sing to her. She would long to listen to the stories of the great water dragons that controlled the storms and the seas.

But still, she decided to continue her education. She showed much promise at a young age for business and trade. She had a keen eye for craftsmanship and a talent for linguistics. Her proficiency in learning foreign tongues made her a vital tool in expanding her father’s company across the Golden Empire to Essos and eventually to the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros.

In return for how rich his daughter made him, Měilíng’s father granted Měilíng one visit to her mother. When the pair reunited, Měilíng’s mother gifted her beloved child a flute from the bones of a basilisk killed by the great Dragon King, who ruled the sky and its storms from his kingdom in the sea.

Because of how quickly she learned Westerosi’s Common Tongue, her father decided it was best to bring her with him on the voyage to Planky Town in Dorne, where he hoped to expand his trading route to the pockets of the high nobility.

On the seas, a cyclone headed directly to the ship Měilíng and her father were on, but only Měilíng was calm.

Taking out her bone flute, she played a simple but beautiful tune to the sky, and the cyclone disappeared, and the winds brought their ships to Dorne in half the expected time. Although this story was kept secret by the crew under strict oath of Hàorán’s orders, she was soon called “风子” or “Child of the Wind.”

“Bewitched were the Martell’s – for they have never seen such finery in all their years. ‘What luster! What radiance!’ they exclaimed. After rigorous negotiations that resulted in a broken vase and spilled wine by thrown glasses, a trade was brokered, and the Xu’s have planted their first flag in the West.”

After reaching Dorne, the Martells refused to meet with the foreign merchant. They believed that any goods his ships carried had long become spoiled and rotten from the sea voyage. But they were shocked to find the fruits fresh and ripe, the herbs and spices’ scents had not dulled, and the porcelain vases retained their glossiness and shine. But what caught their eye the most was how superior their silks were compared to their own. Their roughest bolt alone was far smoother than the Princesses’ finest dresses.

The silks and fruits caught the eyes of a young Princess, Elia Martell, and her younger brother, Prince Oberyn. Fascinated by the riches, their curiosity was peaked by the olive-skin-toned girl, who wore strange braids and smelled of the ocean and wind.

Elia asked Mei if Yi Ti was anything like Dorne. Měilíng replied that only one region in her country matched Dorne, and it was Ren. She wove tales of how the Renii managed to thrive in the deserts and become masters of magi and developing technology and medicine. Although Mei had never personally visited Ren, she told the Donrish princess and her brother all the stories of the province she could recall from her lessons and her mother.

Měilíng asked Elia if there was any magic or dragons in Dorne. Elia laughed in delight. She told the foreign girl that Dorne did not have dragons, but they had vipers with poison so potent that it would instantly kill a ten-foot man. The Seven Kingdoms' only dragons were underneath the Red Keep in King’s Landing. But they were all dead. But there was no magic. This disappointed Měilíng.

Elia asked if Měilíng knew anyone, and Měilíng replied that Elia was the first person in Westeros she had ever spoken to. Amazed by the girl’s fluency, Elia exclaimed that she and Měilíng would be best friends for the rest of their lives. Měilíng thought the young princess strange but agreed nonetheless.

Seeing her children make friends with the merchant’s daughter, Princess Lorenza was pleased to see the strange girl smile. But Hàorán was furious. Greed from his newly gained wealth made him paranoid, and he thought Měilíng was ridiculing him in the Common Tongue. He faked a smile before hurrying his sale to the mother so that he may properly punish his willful brat.

After purchasing their goods, the sewists in Sunspear immediately went to work producing the finest garments for the upcoming ball hosted in the Red Keep at King’s Landing.

Meanwhile, Hàorán grabbed Měilíng’s arm and dragged her to the ship. He locked her in her room and told her she would not have any food tonight. They would leave for Yi Ti after the Martells returned from King’s Landing.

“Silence swept across the hall when the heralds announced the arrival of House Martell. When Dorne’s ruler and her children arrived, a collective gasp was heard amidst the hushed keep – never had anyone seen such pure, unadulterated beauty before their eyes. Every young girl, hoping to catch the eye of Prince Rhaegar and hold his gaze, felt fury flush their bodies. But no other girl was more envious than the little Lioness of Casterly Rock. Cersei Lannister, daughter of the Hand to the King, had come in complete confidence that she would be the most beautiful girl in the Seven Kingdoms. But after gazing upon the young Elia Martell’s dress with silk-embroidered suns and stars, golden rings, and topaz diadems – she felt utterly and completely humiliated. She turned to her father to demand they go home, but his stern gaze made the spoilt and rotten girl stay silent in flushed shame.

Tywin Lannister was not faring any better. He had paid more than enough gold dragons to order the finest Dornish silks for his daughter’s dress – only to see it as a tacky, cheap counterfeit. But even he had to admit that Princess Elia Martell was the only girl whose beauty was worthy of watching the crown prince’s. Seeing how her father’s eyes were no longer on her, Cersei decided that she would do whatever it took for Elia Martell to die a miserable and painful death.”

Nobles crowded the Martells’ daughters and sons. They were driven mad with envy at their beauty– so rare to find silk so smooth and lustrous while remaining thick enough to keep away the chills in the evening sky as autumn chased summer away and winter was creeping on the Mad King’s doorstep.

One noble lady with embroidered turtles on her dress approached the Martell Princess. She was Lady Cassana Baratheon, nee Estermont. She begged her friend to tell her who gifted the princess with such luxury, and her friend revealed that her husband had brokered a deal with an old, wrinkled merchant from Yi Ti, along with his young daughter, who carried an old flute with her everywhere she went. She shared stories about how her little sun, Elia, was quickly won over by the foreign girl’s charms, and now they acted as close as sisters born from the same womb.

Cassana wished to know if they could invite the merchant to her home. She thought it would be cruel for such a sweet girl to be trapped on a boat with no companions.

“‘Oh, how wonderful it would be to have a girl around,’ thought Lady Cassana. ‘Robert has gotten too used to being so rowdy after being fostered in the Vale, and hopefully, the little merchant girl will straighten him out.’

Robert stood beside the table, its surface heavy with meats and sweet cakes. He was only ten years of age and had already managed to grasp the attention of every young man his age in the room. Her mind wandered off, thinking about her youngest son, Stannis, who locked himself away in the guest chambers after the Martells arrived—always studying, her youngest boy. Lady Baratheon adored her two boys, but she longed for the longest time to be blessed with a daughter. She thought if the Gods had blessed her and Steffon with a girl, she would help bring Stannis out of his walls and help reel Robert in. If what the Princess of Dorne had spoken true of this trader and his daughter, then Cassana had no doubt that she would make a truly excellent companion for her boys.

Back in Dorne, Měilíng scratched her ears. Had someone been talking about her? Was it the Dornish Ruler she met a few weeks ago? Perhaps Elia? Měilíng shook her head. Thinking someone would speak of her so much was a silly thought. She was only the daughter of a merchant who played the flute. Still, her ears burned as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. To forget her hunger, Měilíng brought her prized flute to her lips to ease her worries and blew to create a sweet but sad melody.

Back in the Red Keep, a young Stannis Baratheon had crept away from the banquet in the Great Hall. He despised crowded rooms, and Robert’s boisterous guffaws only added to his irritation. Once he entered his room, he opened the window and took out the book Maester Cressen lent him while packing for this trip. He had not begun reading it. But a stream of calm and soft notes entered his ear before he could read the title.

“A flute?” he thought to himself. He tried to remember the instruments played downstairs.

There were lyres, harps, and lutes. But there were no flutes. Stannis lifted his head and heard the sweet, silvery tune from the window. Book still in his hand, he decided it best to read his new book beside the window, where he could continue listening to the lovely melody. He glanced down at the book, finally reading the title.

The Golden Empire of Yi Ti”

Tagging: @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @a-libra-writes, @aphroditesmoon, @valeskafics, @anya-snow, @dreaming-for-an-escape and anyone who wanted more of the worldbuilding of GOT are welcome!

Translations: Mandarin was used for YiTish bc author is Chinese

美灵 (Měilíng) - "美" means "beauty" and "灵" means "spirit or soul"; it can be translated as "beautiful spirit"

浩然 (Hàorán) - "浩" means "grand or vast" and "然" is a conjunction and the author will look further into it; it can be translated as "vastness or expansive"

徐 (Xú) - a common Chinese surname that became popular in the Zhou Dynasty and has multiple translations, but the author chose the translation of "slowly."

瑶池金母 (Xīwángmǔ) - "Queen Mother of the West"; the wife of the Jade Emperor and mother goddess in Chinese mythology

风子 (Fēng zi) - "风" is "wind" and "子" is for "child"; it can be translated as "child of the wind"

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doingthisbecauseofboredom · 3 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Stannis Baratheon/Elia Martell, Stannis Baratheon & Elia Martell Characters: Stannis Baratheon, Elia Martell, Rhaegar Targaryen (mentioned), Selyse Baratheon (mentioned), Shireen Baratheon, Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia), Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Fluff, First Meetings, Grocery Store, Grocery Shopping, Shireen is the best, Edric accidentally setting his dad up on a date, Meet-Cute, Crush at First Sight, Stannis is in loove, Drabble and a Half Series: Part 2 of A Song of Divorce and Coming of Age Summary:

Stannis Baratheon looses his son in a grocery store and when he finds him he also finds the woman who is his true soul mate.

#stannis baratheon #elia martell #edric baratheon (oc)#shireen baratheon #stannis/elia #stannis x elia #i ship them your honor #my fanfiction

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blissfulphilospher · 3 months

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Jaime wants to kill Robert.

Elia wants to kill Lyanna.

Eddard Stark dies like always.

And other poor Stark's because of poor choices except Sansa.

Purple Wedding and the king dies.

Aegon wants Shireen.

Stannis want Iron Throne.

Viserys wants Dragonstone.

Margaery and Sansa get Cersei's perfect twins.

Much short snippets of plot worth seven books because I wanted the story like that.

I could have write whole chapters but they didn't fell right.

#asoiaf fanfiction #rhaenys daughter of elia #elia martell #viserys targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #aegon vi targaryen #shireen baratheon #cersei lannister #Cersei x Oberyn #margaery tyrell #sansa stark #lannister oc #martell oc #tywin lannister

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dearchralis · 20 days

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The dress is inspired by the portrait of Isabella of Portugal, empress consort of Charles V

(With the background)

#digital drawing #got #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #my ocs #house baratheon #robert baratheon #house lannister #cercei lannister #myrcella baratheon #shireen baratheon #princessbaratheon #fanfic #my art #-

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atopvisenyashill · 2 days

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main series aus i kick around-

mya stone & jon snow engagement. it’s funny to me, we know i love bobby b and i think it fits his “unthinking and selfish love” type moves, it’ll probably give ned a heart attack before joffrey can ever get to him.

genderswap robb/roslin and jon/jocelyn au. been trying to follow this one into the weeds. this is where the sansa manderly stark trans fancast comes from (it’s nicole maines) because i decided for maximum drama, absolute primogeniture is fairly new to the north, only instituted by sansa after her uncle and husband jonnel dies.

jocelyn/joy (undecided on the name) baratheon au aka “cersei has all girls” au. shunnedmorlock mentioned cersei might just assume her own daughter is the ymbq and i have decided that’s so much fun lmao.

[no one bully me for this one omg] freya hightower au, where i put an oc of mine into canon and made her a dreamer aksjsjsj.

Literally Anyone reaches out to doran in book one or two before tyrion does. Shireen/Trystane is fun for me!! Robb/Arianne is kinda fun too tbh!!!!

Elia Stoneheart AU (Elia……Fireheart? Maybe they call her something like Mother Rhoyne instead?) but specifically the idea that Jaime is sent to deal with a weird cult that sprung up and runs into Elia’s zombiefied body.

#getting on my soap box #i’m talking about targ aus too much WE ARE BARATHEON AND STARK AND MARTELL STANS HERE

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ludcake · 8 months

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been talking to some people feel like i should post some initial thoughts on my cringe oc au for asoiaf...... i was thinking the other day about how like. so many of the characters we have are emblematic of the generational rot and how they're in a position to stop it and end the cycle and stop looking back and make a better world and this is something that almost never happens!! there's a real chance for a better world thanks to these characters. and i was also thinking about how like... well, a big part of why they're in these situations, why they can do all that, why these changes would even happen, are pretty bad on a personal level.

and i think it's fascinating to think about how many fics and aus are like, wish fulfilment for happy endings (which i think is great! being comforted is good sometimes, just not always my thing) and how some of the natural consequences of these things could straight up just be. the rot continues. the house doesn't fall under its own weight it just keeps rotting and new beams keep being erected to keep it up and nobody ever leaves and they're all trapped. and how interesting that is! to me.

so i started thinking, well, what if the characters did get happy endings expected of their initial positions at the start of AGOT? and the key to it all is Jon Arryn surviving. Jon doesn't die, Ned doesn't become Hand, Dany isn't sold off, and then... it just keeps going. the rot continues. robert rules as robert and the baratheons stay in power and the feudal power structures get even more entrenched and when Young Griff comes back there's no mummer's dragon for him to fight and then it's two hundred years later and Westeros is stuck. They're all stuck, slavery still prevails in Astapor, Meereen, Yunkai and New Ghis, the Iron Throne is jockeyed between dynasties and houses based on thin claims, magic is thinner and thinner and all this rot is getting exported and entangled further and further and further. I have a whole thing about Westeros and Essos going through a 17th century style chain of craziness later but the core is.

for want of these people, of these children, of these characters we love. for theon to be lord of the iron islands, and robb lord of winterfell, and jon live free with the wildlings and brienne be forever remembered as a great knight and Shireen live a long and happy life and they're all trapped in the same system they started out because the only way out is through. you need to break the walls to get out of this house. there's no door.

you can send me asks about this but it's just like. such a fascinating thing about it. how would these characters we love fare if the walls never broke down. if the house wasn't burning. if they stayed trapped and tried to find happiness in this ideal feudal configuration that has been repeated over and over and over again.

and then there's my cringe ocs afterwards because i love jacobean styles and i wanted to write something in westeros that ran more along the lines of three musketeers than henry vi

#provisory au tag #asoiaf #au #.txt

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welldonebeca · 1 year

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The King's Wives (II)

Summary: After the fall of Robert’s rebellion, Rhaegar’s surviving son would be raised in secret as a bastard for the first fourteen years of his life. Six years after finding out the truth, Sansa travels down south to join him and complete his group of seven wives - representing each Region of his Kingdom. Slowly, they become a very happy family. A.K.A.: Jon may get seven wives, but Sansa gets six sisters. Main Pairing: Jonsa Minor Pairings: Jon x Arianne Martell, Jon x Margaery Tyrell, Jon x Mya Stone, Jon x Alys Arryn (OC), Jon x Asha Greyjoy (platonic), Jon x Myrcella Baratheon (Platonic) WC: 1.9k words Warnings: Fluff. Canon divergence.

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Jeyne crossed the room with her sewing box, placing it on the top of her chest of fabrics, knowing too well Sansa would be using her free time at the trip to continue with making her new clothes.

It was the day right after her 18th nameday, and she was already leaving home.

For six years, she had prepared herself for this, for the day she was going to leave her home and marry Jon, and become his wife.

Maybe even his Queen.

Her parents didn’t want her to leave so soon, but father had already delayed her marriage for far too long. Jon was already married to all six of his wives now, and they were all waiting for her to arrive.

Yes, six wives.

It still turned her stomach, thinking about having to share him with so many women. She wished Jon had waited for her - she wanted to be the first one! - but by the time he was 15, he had already wedded Arianne Martell.

The other wives came through the years, she heard about the weddings from letters he sent Robb.

His wedding to Arianne had a lot of dancing and display of power from both the Martells and the Targaryens. The one to Margaery Tyrell was the second and still the biggest, with three days of partying, and so much luxury she had almost wanted to be invited.

She couldn’t, though. It would be an insult to show off one wife to the families of his other wives and brides. It made father really sad, though, because she knew he wanted to be there for Jon. No one knew how much he would be missed until he was gone. He was an important part of the family.

His third wife had been Mya Baratheon, Lord Robert’s bastard daughter who King Rhaegar had legitimised, as Lord Stannis’ daughter - the only legitimate Baratheon child in existence - was even younger than Rickon, no more than a little girl. Their oldest son would be marrying Shireen, to unite the families. Their wedding was very traditional and small compared to the previous two, but apparently, it was something the bride had wanted. Her uncles were present and were seemingly happy with everything.

Jon married Alys Arryn just half a year after Mya. It was the only wedding that happened in the bride’s home. She was the Lady of the Vale since her father - Lord Jon Arryn, the one who had fostered her father - died, as she was his only child. King Rhaegar had agreed to let him go there, to have a wedding with the local traditions. When he came back with her, a council was elected to assist Lady Alys rule from afar, until their oldest son was old enough to go back to the Vale and rule it.

When she heard about his wedding to Lady Asha, the year after he married Alys, it was not through letters but through Theon's rage. It had happened on one of the beaches of the Capital, which had been cleaned spotless just for that. He wasn’t invited, even though he was her only brother, and was overly frustrated that Jon had shown his respects to their god - the drowned god - by having the ceremony in its traditions. Father had explained that Theon couldn’t go because of his wardship, but Sansa imagined it still hurt.

Apparently, it had taken so long because his bride wasn’t very enthusiastic about it.

His last marriage so far was half a year ago, and it was what worried Sansa. Jon’s sixth wife was Lady Myrcella Lannister, the only living child of Lady Cersei Lannister - Lord Jaime Lannister’s sister and a widow - and just turned fifteen, when he was nineteen. According to Robb, Jon would have waited for it for much longer, but when it was arranged by her uncle, Lord Tyrion, he had insisted it happened already, as the girl had recently flowered.

She could only imagine how much it had hurt Myrcella to leave home at such a young age.

Sansa wondered if Jon had bedded her. She hoped he hadn’t though, that the South hadn’t corrupted him to the point of taking the innocence of such a young girl.

She hoped he remembered she was just as young as Arya…

The thought of her sister was interrupted by the sound of her door slamming open and revealing her, looking very annoyed.

“I can’t believe I can’t go with you!” Arya nearly screeched.

Yes.

That.

“Arya…” she sighed.

“Jon is our family too!” she argued loudly. “We should all be able to go!”

Sansa was going South alone, with just her father and Jeyne as her company.

It wasn’t a malicious decision. Everyone knew Jon still saw the Starks as his family, and that it annoyed King Rhaegar very much, so father had made that decision to keep any jealousy or rumours of them being favourites at bay

Yes, it hurt a little. Sansa was the one who wouldn’t have her mother and siblings to see her wedding date, when every other wife had the chance of having their family members at their wedding.

“We have to trust father and his decisions,” she affirmed, though a little gloomy. “You know that.”

Arya tilted her head, interested, and stepped closer to her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

She sighed.

Over the last six years, Jon had written letters to almost everyone. He wrote to father, told Robb about his marriages through letters, and wrote to him almost every month. He wrote regularly to Arya, Bran and even sent a gift to Rickon once.

But he never wrote to Sansa, never sent her anything to show her he remembered her.

“Jon never wrote to me,” she confessed. “Have you ever noticed that?”

Arya shrugged, and Sansa crossed her hands on her lap, watching Jeyne just glancing at the two of them before continuing her packing.

“When I learnt I was going to marry him, I was so excited to marry a prince and be like the princesses in the songs,” her lips curled in a sad smile. “I don’t even know if my prince even wants to marry me.”

The agreement regarding Sansa’s wedding to Jon was that she would be representing both houses Stark and Tully and their lands as she married Jon. She was going to be his last wife, he wasn’t marrying anyone after her.

Honestly, she doubted she was really going to be his Queen like he had promised to Robb, in secret, that time. He had been married to his first three wives for over four years now, they were probably his favourites already. Sansa had heard about Princess Arianne’s wit and Lady Margaery’s beauty for a long time, she wasn’t going to be the dumb girl thinking he was going to be impressed by her, out of all people.

“Why wouldn’t he?” Arya asked. “You are you!”

“He has six other wives, Arya!” she reminded her. “Have you ever heard of Arianne Martell? People literally say she is the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms!”

Her sister rolled her eyes.

“No stuck up princess holds a candle to you!” she affirmed, firmly.

Sansa scoffed.

As if.

Her sister looked down when Lady nosed her hand, looking for pets, and Sansa smiled a bit.

“At least you have Lady going with you,” she scratched behind her wolf’s ear.

There was a knock on their door, and Sansa stood as it opened slowly, revealing her father.

“Everything is ready,” he told her. “It’s time to go.”

Sansa nodded, and before she could say anything, Arya wrapped her arms around her, silently squeezing her, so tight Sansa could feel the words she couldn’t quite say.

“I’ll miss you too,” she whispered, kissing her cheek and caressing her hair gently.

Her goodbyes were relatively quick. There wasn’t a lot she could say to her siblings, and just a little bit of time until everyone would be crying and too emotional, she didn’t want that. So, she kissed their cheeks and promised to write to them, and boarded her carriage before she could start crying herself, sitting with Jeyne, with Lady on her foot.

She didn’t look back until Winterfell was just a dark blur.

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mvndrvke · 1 year

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i’m doing the rest of my replies but starter call for my hotd/got muses maybe? mutuals only, it’ll be randomized if you don’t specify but i’d rather you specify at least 2-3 if you’re a multi!

harwin strong ( hotd )

theldry strong ( hotd oc ; sister of harwin & larys )

rickon stark ( got )

shireen baratheon ( got )

#starter call !#i'm having a really tough time bc of family drama so thank y'all for your patience with me #let me write my got kiddos pls

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rise-my-angel · 2 months

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Hello! I am so sorry if I am inconveniencing you in any way, but I really love reading Heart of the Great Wolf! The way you write the Baratheon!Reader is so vivid, and done in such an incredible way that just sucks you into the story!

I was also so pumped at chapter 37 for the inclusion of Euron Greyjoy! He's such a vile man, but an INCREDIBLE villain! Also, DO NOT get me started on Shireen's death. I was lying on my bed, utterly broken. Same with Robb's death at the Red Wedding. Ten Gold Stars out of Ten Gold Stars!

I love the direction you took Ygritte's and Jon's time together. Although the chemistry between the two actors is incredible in the show, I feel like your version is much more realistic - especially if Jon was already in love with someone while at the Wall.

Plus, I love how Robb is still a very relevant character, even after his death. The reader knows that she genuinely loved him and their child very much, and it broke her to lose them.

And I'm so sorry if I am bothering you with how long this message is, but your story inspired me to write my own Stannis Baratheon x OC story w/ Robb Stark x OC AU (the OC's are different for Stannis and Robb). The OC is from Yi Ti (inspired by China during the Ming Dynasty in the Game of Thrones Universe) and becomes Stannis' second wife. They are childhood friends, and she becomes Stannis' second wife and raises Shireen when Selyse dies. OC has a daughter from her first marriage in yi ti, and this OC will be paired with Robb. This OC is lowkey super brash and kind of a firecracker and also a pirate!

I know that brash readers/OC's are always other people's cups of tea, but if you would be interested in reading it, please let me know! But I seemed pushy and overwhelmed you with this message, I am so sorry. I have a tendency to unintentionally push my hyperfixations on people when i get excited

Not pushy at all! I actually look in the tags for fics to read all the time in between writing chapters to see what everyone else is doing or what people are interested in. I'm super touched my story helped give a bit of inspiration to write your own, it's always so heartwarming to hear a work someone likes inspired them to make their own because they feel passionate about the idea, and I'd love to read yours!

You had me at Stannis honestly, fics tend to under utilize or neglect Stannis a lot so I am pretty much first in line to find fics that include him.

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 3 months

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Early: Shireen

This was supposed to be soft, cozy, Shireen times hanging out at Storm's End in the early morning. And then she ran at a full tilt towards "feral, horny gremlin" so, enjoy "same ship, different font" lmao

(I spot checked for spelling/grammar & a few bits that needed some edits/cleaning, but that does not save me from if this is cringe. So I hope you like it)

Shireen sat at the window seat of her old rooms, knees drawn up to her chest as she watched the rising sun cast its orange glow over Shipbreaker Bay. She had always enjoyed waking up early. Not even two young children and staying up late because of the feast from the first night of celebrations from her father's name day could alter that. A maid busied herself further into the room, laying out gowns and refreshing the water in the wash basin. It would be nice if Shireen could spend this time with Cassana, but she was still abed. “My Lady, do you prefer the blue or the yellow dress for the day?”

“Blue, thank you Anne,” she eased her legs back onto the ground, and stretched her arms above her head when she stood up, “and make sure the purple one with the gold runes is what gets prepared for this evening’s ball. I would match my husband.” Shireen brought her hands together in front of her chest, holding her left middle finger delicately with the fingertips of her other hand, as she fought against the urge to bounce on the balls of her feet. She was every bit as giddy about Yorick as she had been the day she first saw him as a man grown, tall and handsome with a knight’s physique, as if he had been plucked straight from a dream…or one of the books her mother kept hidden under the bed that Shireen would secret away to read by candlelight under the cover of night back when she was still a young maid. That was probably a more apt description of him given the voracity he approached their marriage bed with.

“Of course, my Lady.” Anne giggled as she straightened the skirts of the deep blue, bronze edged gown, pink tinting her cheeks. It wasn’t uncommon to hear her and any number of the other maids who would attend to Shireen or the children giggling and whispering about Lord And Lady Royce Mooning Over Each Other Like Lovestruck Newlyweds. Although, it had only been three years, so perhaps they were still. Lord Boremund and Lady Minella had been married more than two decades, by comparison Shireen was as early in her marriage as it was in the day, with decades stretching out before her like hours full of possibility. She could only hope affection would linger like it had for her father and mother.

Skin was scrubbed pink with warm, soapy water that smelled like roses, and clothing layers were slipped on until finally the clasps at the front of the blue gown were done up. Shireen wanted to just put her hair in a net and be done with it, but she let the maid put braids in her hair and pin them to the back of her head. It would make her hair for that evening easier, and everyone always said it was lovely when part of her hair was down.

“Is there anything else you need, my Lady? I could have your morning meal brought up to you.”

“No, thank you. Just make sure Rhea and Stannis are tended to, I would like to have at least a little time to myself this morning.”

“Of course, my Lady.”

Shireen glanced back towards the window. It was still quite early, but the orange glow of dawn had faded to mostly a soft, clear blue, with only the barest hint of the sunrise left to turn the clouds golden. It seemed like a coin was tossed by the Seven every morning to determine if the Stormlands would see clear skies, and if there were going to be two days of sunshine in a row then they needed to be taken advantage of.

The familiar halls and stairways of her youth carried Shireen through Storm’s End and out into the humid morning air. Vines trailed up some of the columns of the cloisters around the gardens, and carefully tended bushes bursting with flowers filled the gaps between them where the walkway between the walls did not branch out to a winding path through the trees and hedges and statuary.

It did not often cross her mind how much she missed the sprawling gardens of Storm’s End when she was so consumed with the mountain air and the duties of the Lady of a castle and motherhood and the austere beauty of a place still so steeped in the history of the First Men, but being in them now made her ache for something similar at Runestone. Shireen had spent so much time here as a girl. Observing her mother’s parties with wide-eyed fascination, playing with the daughters of her father’s men, learning Pentoshi Valyrian on her mother’s lap while she was fed romantic stories of the tourney where her parents met, the first party she had hosted herself when her good-sister first arrived from Nightsong; it all happened in these gardens among the flowers and the apple trees.

Shireen stopped in front of the fountain of Elenei, her long hair eternally blowing in some unseen wind as water poured from her cupped hands to pool around her feet in the basin. She had always liked to think that, aside from the scales that trailed up from her ankles to her hips, this statue of Elenei was what Argella Durrandon had looked like. It was this statue, fully flesh with black hair and blue eyes dark as Borros’s, that Shireen always imagined when she read the story of the last Storm Queen.

“I knew I would find you eventually.”

“Yorick!” A bright smile pulled at the corners of Shireen’s mouth as she spun around to see him, her skirts swishing around her ankles. The white of his hair and beard shone like pale gold in the early morning sun, and his bright purple eyes were full of, now familiar, soft affection.

“Lord Boremund told me he saw you heading towards the gardens.” When he had closed the distance between them, Yorick leaned down to kiss her cheek. She took his hands in hers, gently squeezing them as she grinned up at him.

“I am glad you came to see me, I missed you last night.”

He let out a sharp, bemused exhale and rested his forehead against hers. “I apologize for your brother keeping me so occupied, but I promise that tonight I will keep my entire evening clear for you.”

“We do not have to wait for tonight. I would not keep you from so dear a friend as Borros, and I am more than willing for you to make your absence up to me right now.”

“Here?”

“No one is around,” Shireen retorted, “and I did not hear you complaining about the council chambers or the high table.”

She raised herself up onto her toes to more easily press a quick kiss to his lips. “And don't you want me to give you another child?”

Yorick hummed and then kissed her, longer than she did him. “I do want that. Quite a bit.” He gently nipped at her lower lip, and Shireen giggled before pulling him towards the cover of a copse of trees.

Yorick kissed her again, open mouthed and hungry, and his fingertips sank into the ample flesh of her backside as he held Shireen against him. She rolled her hips against his, and he groaned into her mouth. Yorick wanted her just as badly as she did him, and she grinned when she felt the proof of his arousal against her.

“Umbās, ñuhus perzys.” His voice was low, and Shireen could not hold back a soft, needy whine at his words. She always liked when Yorick spoke in Valyrian to her, even if it was to try and give her orders like his great, black beast nesting in the caves of Durran's Point.

“I will tend to you in a moment, let me enjoy myself first.” He sat down under the trees, pulling her with him so she straddled his lap. Yorick's fingers went to the bronze clasps at the front of her dress, easily unhooking each until her breasts spilled out of the bodice. Lacings and buttons at the front of her gowns were as much for him as they were for their children at this point, not that Shireen minded.

As he cupped one of her breasts he dragged his tongue across the nipple of the other before taking it between his lips. Her fingers threaded through the silver-gold hair at the back of his head, and she sighed as her eyes slipped closed. The intimate closeness and the alleviation of fullness, the satisfaction of knowing her husband wanted her even like this, it all combined to make an almost indescribable feeling swim in Shireen’s mind. It was different from both of their children and decidedly enjoyable; warm and enticing and enough to make her ache with want.

“I need you,” she whined, grinding against his lap. Yorick's teeth grazed her skin as he moaned against her breast, and his hands went from her chest and her thigh to her hips. He lifted her slightly, just enough she could no longer rub against him through his trousers, and Shireen whimpered as her cunt clenched. He released her nipple from his mouth and licked up any milk that still came before looking into her eyes, his gaze nearly black with want as desperate as hers.

“And yet you call me insatiable.”

“Maybe we both are.” Her reply came back breathy, and Yorick kissed her on the lips. It was forceful and needy, and Shireen held the sides of his face as she moaned into his mouth.

She panted when their lips finally separated, and Yorick nipped and sucked at her bottom lip until he recovered enough breath to speak. “Sit back on your knees and lift your skirts, I'll give you what you want, ñuhus perzys.”

Shireen did as he requested, comfortably situating herself before raising her skirts enough for him to see her. How covered up Yorick still was in comparison to her brought heat to her cheeks and made her heart flutter with how intoxicatingly thrilling it all was.

He brought his hand between her thighs, and she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly as his fingers swiped through her folds and grazed against her clit. Yorick kissed along her jaw and her neck as his fingers worked, his touches teasingly light. Shireen rolled her hips, encouraging him to give her more, only to fold in on him when he did. She moaned into the junction of his neck and shoulder as Yorick rubbed circles into her clit. Two fingers sunk into her cunt, and she turned her head to rest her cheek on his shoulder. Shireen peppered his neck with kisses, uncaring that half of them landed on the high collar of his doublet.

“All of this for me?” His voice was low and sultry, and it made Shireen throb with her desperate need for him. She was audibly wet, and she felt so good that she would rip open her chest to let him inside the rest of her if he asked: the dragon curled around her heart to match his.

“I'd give you something you don't have to share.” Her words were a low whine punctuated by a moan as he curled his fingers to rub at the spot inside her that made her see stars.

“How generous you are.”

Yorick’s fingers worked tirelessly inside her until she finished, gushing around the digits he used to prepare her for his cock as she whined into his neck. Shireen didn't sit back up until his fingers slipped from inside her and he had brought them to his mouth to suck them clean of her arousal. Her eyes, hungry and no doubt dark as his, darted between his face and where her hands worked to free him from his trousers.

Shireen leaned forward to kiss him, and he groaned into her open mouth as she stroked his cock, her thumb swiping over the flushed tip. She wanted him to feel just as good as she did. Her hand slid down to the base of him a third time, and Shireen held him steady as his hands pushed her skirts back up to her hips. He squeezed them when the flared head caught on her entrance, and they both sighed with satisfaction as she sank herself onto him. The stretch from Yorick’s thick shaft was enough to have Shireen whining from how wonderful she felt.

She could have stayed like that, still and comfortable and full of him, but she needed more. Shireen bucked her hips, grinding against him as she gripped his shoulders so tightly her fingers hurt. Yorick swore through gritted teeth, and soon his hips moved beneath her, meeting her with thrusts of his own.

“So good for me,” he trailed kisses along her chin and her jawline until he reached her ear, “so fucking good.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, and Shireen clenched around him. She was already so close again.

“Going to put another baby in you. You want that don't you? To give me more children?”

“I want to give you another son, prūmēs ñaha–” Shireen was cut off by her second peak, and Yorick pulled her face to his so her cries could be muffled by his mouth. She clung to him desperately as her cunt spasmed around his cock, her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that tiny dots of color danced in the dark behind her eyelids. Yorick followed after her a moment later, spending himself inside her. She wanted it to take, Seven she wanted it to. She didn't know if it was him or the love she already had for their existing children or something deep inside herself, but it did not matter, not really. They were both happy like this.

Shireen shifted in her husband's lap as his softening cock slipped from inside her, and she rested her head on his chest. His heart pounded, and she knew hers was too, her pulse felt like he sounded. Yorick smoothed the black hair streaming down her back as he rested his chin on top of her head. This quiet closeness afterwards was as nice as the act itself always was, hearts beating together as their heavy breathing synched and gradually slowed to normal.

“Yorick?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think we could have gardens like this at Runestone?”

“Of course,” he replied, his fingers raking gently through her curls, “I’d give you the moon if you asked for it.”

Shireen giggled, and snuggled further into his chest. “Just gardens will do.”

#asks #ocs #oc: shireen baratheon #i need my kids to calm down. I cannot keep up without getting confused #we are back on my ''is this cringe? is this how that shit works?'' bullshit #but whatever. we publish like men (out of pocket. unedited. women breasting boobily down the stairs)#enjoy baldric getting made #nat tag #my writing #sotf extras

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gcldensnitch · 11 months

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a game of thrones/asoiaf oc: eira baratheon.

She was the firstborn daughter of Lord Stannis Baratheon and Lady Selyse Florent. Being born into one of the great houses of Westeros was definitely not something Eira felt happy about. Her mother did not show love toward her and she barely met her father. Her only joy was her baby sister, Shireen. During her sixth nameday, her father made an agreement with his younger brother. Princess Eira got engaged to her uncle, Lord Renly Baratheon. He promised to take Eira as his wife once Eira is old enough. After that, her family sent her to Highgarden to keep her safe. That’s where she met and got close to Margaery Tyrell.

#asoiaf oc #game of thrones oc #got oc #eira baratheon #house baratheon #margaery x oc #well yeah #i know it's very out of canon #but let me be delusional #it's not that deep alright? lol #*edits #*gifs

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cdragons · 2 months

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Back in my GOT Era, because my ADHD brain won't shut the fuck up 凸(^-^)凸

Let’s pretend Yi Ti and Westeros have an okay trading relationship with each other, and merchants from Yi Ti are always treated with celebrity status in the Seven Kingdoms. Let's also pretend that the GOT writers haven't completely fucked up all of Stannis' fantastic characterization and complexity.

I love Shireen Baratheon so goddamn much, and the fact she died in the show is such an insult to both her's and Stannis' characters. I decided to blast D & D's canon with a bazooka and make Selyse die when Shireen was a baby. Because Stannis needs to make sure she has a mother figure, he marries a childhood friend, OC, who hails from Yi Ti and owns one of the largest sea merchant companies in the Golden Empire. Oh, and she'll have her own kid, too.

Why am I doing this? Don't I have a shitload of other fanfic ideas to write out? Yes, as a fanfic writer, having incomplete ideas is part of the job.

Do I still have an incomplete Robb Stark x YI Ti!OC story? Also, yes, but I replaced my laptop and forgot to save Chapter 4 in the iCloud Drive. The file is on my old laptop, but that's currently across the Atlantic Ocean in Shanghai while I'm in Boston right now 🤷🏻‍♀️.

🔆Backstory Time🔆

OC’s Name: Xu Mei-Ling & Face Claim: Michelle Yeoh

Mei-Ling's family was on good terms with the Baratheon House, and she was actually staying with Stannis during the Siege of Storms End. She is a few years older than Robert and Ned but is good friends with both boys. Stannis grows a major crush on her because of her support during the siege, and Mei-Ling thinks highly of his stubbornness to hold down Storms End for Robert. After the blockade, she ends up marrying someone in Yi Ti. She ended up giving birth to a daughter in the middle of a major storm.

I'll go into more details when I make the first official post about it, but long story short, Mei's husband dies, and so does Selyse. Mei eventually learns about Stannis' daughter and decides, "Fuck it."

They get married, and Mei moves to Dragonstone. She oversees his daughter's education and prepares her to be an heir worthy of the Baratheon name. She also makes sure Shireen interacts with other kids her age. Shireen gets a badass older sister and a mother who isn't the worst. Hooray!

Also, Mei's daughter will end up knowing Ned's kids and Theon for a good fucking portion of her life. She's Med's and Luwin's favorite because if someone pisses her off, she'll yell out profanities while chasing after them with a broom twice her size. One time, Robb tried to pull her hair, and the next thing he knew, he was pinned face down with his face eating mud and Mei's daughter's knee on his back. Another time, she called Ned a fat idiot for not knowing a basic Yi Tish term, and Ned swore it was being scolded by Mei all over again.

In the end, Stannis and the North will be saved from D&D's shitty writing because two WOC immigrants decided to take matters into their own hands.

I'm still having trouble deciding on a title, so if anyone has any ideas, let me know in the comments!

Tagging: @a-libra-writes, @aphroditesmoon, @asa-do-your-thing, @arcielee, @valeskafics, anyone else who is a fan of Stannis the Mannis, Shireen, the North, etc.

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doingthisbecauseofboredom · 10 months

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New fanfiction

Hello tumblr folk, today I want to share my newest fanfiction with you it's a work that's very near and dear to me as it includes two OCs I have created myself and takes place in a Modern Day GoT AU I invented all by myself so if you could check it out and if you like it leave some kudos and maybe a comment it would be greatly appreciated. Also the full fanfiction is under the cut.

'He couldn’t breathe. He felt like there was a weight on his chest and he couldn’t breathe. He managed to take three steps until the bottom of the stairs where he collapsed. Everything seemed to be turning around him, he felt dizzy. He felt his palms sweating. He felt like he was free falling. All until he felt a hand on his shoulder. And someone lightly shaking him. The he could finally register a voice and he looked up into to the worried face of his younger brother.'

Single Parenthood is Coming (938 words) by anotheroneonline Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Stannis Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Renly Baratheon, Davos Seaworth, Selyse Baratheon, Original Male Character(s), Original Child Character(s), Robert Baratheon Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Children of Characters, stannis needs a hug, Like Really Badly, LGBTQ Female Character, Canon LGBTQ Male Character, Renly is a good brother, Stannis Is a Good Father, And also a good brother, Shireen Baratheon Lives, POV Stannis Baratheon, The Angst in Fluff and Angst is here for a reason, Mentions of Panic Attacks, Stannis has a panic attack, Divorce, Post-Divorce, Single Dad Stannis Baratheon, modern day AU, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Series: Part 1 of A Song of Divorce and Coming of Age Summary: Modern Day AU: Stannis Baratheon has just been left by his wife Selyse and now has to raise their three children on his own while also being the legal guardian to his brother Renly. It sure won't be easy but hey at least he has Davos. This fic is part of a larger collection of short fics taking place in the same universe.

The full fic here:

He couldn’t breathe. He felt like there was a weight on his chest and he couldn’t breathe. He managed to take three steps until the bottom of the stairs where he collapsed. Everything seemed to be turning around him, he felt dizzy. He felt his palms sweating. He felt like he was free falling. All until he felt a hand on his shoulder. And someone lightly shaking him. The he could finally register a voice and he looked up into to the worried face of his younger brother.

‘Are you okay, Stan? You look pretty pale. Should I call someone?’ Renly asked him

‘No, no it’s fine.’ Stannis croaked but couldn’t quite believe himself ‘My wife just left me and our three kids but everything is fine-’ he paused. Tears were starting to fall down his cheek. He hadn’t cried in years, he felt disgusted. Then he felt bad for feeling disgusted at himself. And then the flood works began. He just sat there sobbing for minutes all while Renly stood there frozen, like a deer in headlights. All of sudden he heard the telltale sign of naked feet patting on the floorboards.

‘Daddy?’ he turned his head to see his eldest son standing at the top of the stairs. Little Edric in his Spider-Man Pajamas and with his black curls mussed from sleeping on it, blue eyes wide with worry. He looked so much like Renly in this moment. Renly who too had lost his mother at age five. Stannis tried to collect himself before rushing up the stairs to his son. He knelt before him and looked at him, tears still in his eyes.

‘Daddy you’re sad.’ Edric said

‘Yes, Eddie, I’m sad.’

‘Is it because Mummy went away?’ his son looked at him curiously

‘Yes, it is because Mummy went away.’

‘Will she come back?’

‘I don’t know, sweetheart, I don’t know.’ at that he started crying again

‘Don’t cry Daddy.’ Edric said throwing himself in his father’s arms and Stannis hugged him back and they just sat there at the top of the stairs for a while, hugging each other

‘Stannis?’ Renly asked from the back

‘Yeah?’ he looked up at his brother

‘Are you going to be alright for tonight or should I call someone?’

‘No, it’s going to be fine. I’ll call Davos tomorrow. Oh and Renly?’

‘Yeah?'

'If you could not tell Robert what happened tonight, at least for now?’

‘Of course.’ Renly nodded understandingly

‘Thank you Ren, you’re a good lad. You know that, right?.’

His brother nodded absently ‘Thank you Stan.’ Renly said, before leaving to his room at the end of the landing.

Stannis turned back to his son who was still clinging onto him

‘Alright Eddie, let’s go back to bed, hm?’ He asked and his son let go off him and let himself be led back to his room and tucked back into his bed. Stannis leant down and kissed Edric’s forehead before he went and turned off the big light and shut the door.

He went to his own bedroom, undressed, turned of the light and got into bed. He tossed and turned before he finally fell asleep around 3am.

He woke up at 7 to loud cries. He rolled out of bed and walked into the nursery where his youngest child was currently screaming his lungs out. Stannis could not fault him for that, if his mother left him at 10 months old, he would have probably cried his lungs out as well.

‘Hello Steffon, what’s wrong, huh? How can Daddy help you?’ the crying thankfully stopped and instead he was met by huge blue eyes staring up at him. He picked Steffon up and rocked him on his hip.

‘Are you hungry? Should we go and see what your brother and sister are up to? Yes? Okay let’s go.’ He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Edric, Shireen and Renly were all sat at the kitchen table eating cereal and watching a cartoon on Renly’s laptop, Renly was also in the middle of fixing Shireen’s hair into two pigtails

‘Morning.’ Stannis said while walking towards the fridge to get one of the prepared bottles that were in there

‘Daddy!’ Shireen hopped down from her chair, ran over to him and hugged his legs. Stannis used his one free hand to stroke his daughter’s head.

‘Morning sweetheart, sleep well?’ he asked

‘Yes, daddy. Uncle Renly did my hair, look!’ she did a little twirl

‘Looks really good, princess. Did you say thank you to Uncle Renly?’

‘Uh huh.’ Shireen nodded

‘Good.’ Stannis said. He took the bottle he took from the fridge and went to heat it up.

‘Renly?’

‘Yeah?’

‘Could you give Steffon his bottle while I go and dress?’

‘Yeah, sure.’ he handed Steffon and the heated bottle over to Renly and went upstairs to dress. When he came down again, Renly had made him breakfast, a bowl of yoghurt with granola and fruit, as well as a cup of coffee. Renly went upstairs with the other kids and got everyone ready to leave while Stannis ate his breakfast and texted Davos about having lunch together. He then got all the kids in the car and dropped everyone off at school and Steffon at the nursery he started going to a month ago. The last one to be dropped off was Renly and as his brother was exiting the car Stannis turned to him

‘Thank you for this morning, Renly, that was very nice of you.’

‘It’s nothing Stan, but you’re welcome.’

‘Have a great day.’

‘Thanks, you too.’

#stannis baratheon #game of thrones #asoiaf #renly baratheon #shireen baratheon #selyse baratheon #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf fanfic #asoiaf au #oc #oc fanfiction #house baratheon

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ao3feed-tywin · 9 months

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𝑺𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 | 𝑮𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 [ 𝑻𝒚𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 | Robb Stark

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/AC3RdJe

by Icefyre19

｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ 𝚂𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 | " 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚌 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 "

In which Maelanyra Velaryon Targaryen daughter of Haegon Targaryen younger twin brother of Rhaegar Targaryen and Bhaenya Velaryon was born during a yin Yang eclipse. With the soul of a dragon and a blue mind.

Growing up, Maelanyra developed magical abilities passed on by her ancestors . With her newfound powers, she sets out on a journey discovering who she really is and protects those she loves. Along the way she encounters danger and allies. She learns more of her magic and how to use it to defeat enemies who seeks to tear her family apart.

𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙎1-8 𝘼𝙐 𝑻𝒚𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝑹𝒐𝒃𝒃 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒙 𝑶𝑪

Words: 810, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage

Categories: F/M, Multi

Characters: Original House Velayron Targaryen Characters, Maelanyra Velaryon Targaryen ( OC), King Baerion Vealyron of Driftmark and High Tide ( OC), Princess Bhaenyra Vealyron of Driftmark and High Tide ( OC’s Mother), Prince Rhaegon of Dragonstone ( OC’s Father), Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Bran Stark, Jon Snow, Oberyn Martell, Doran Martell, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Joffrey Baratheon, Tywin Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Robert Baratheon, Jaime Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Kevan Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Genna Lannister, Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Ashara Dayne, Rhaegar Targaryen, Jorah Mormont, Khal Drogo (A Song of Ice and Fire), Rickon Stark, Lyanna Mormont, Sandor Clegane

Relationships: Robb Stark/Original Female Character(s), Tywin Lannister/Original Female Character(s), Jaqen H'ghar/Original Female Character(s), Gendry/Arya Stark, Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Robert Baratheon/Cersei Lannister, Myrcella Baratheon/Trystane Martell, Talisa Maegyr/Robb Stark, Lyanna Mormont/Rickon Stark, Daenerys Targaryen & Original Female Character(s), Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen, Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister/Original Female Character(s), Meera Reed/Bran Stark, Shireen Baratheon/Tommen Baratheon

Additional Tags: Rhaego Lives (ASoIaF), Daenerys Targaryen Is Not a Mad Queen, Queen Daenerys Targaryen, Robb Stark is King in the North, Tywin Lannister Being Tywin Lannister, Tywin Lannister Lives, Myrcella Baratheon Lives, Tommen Baratheon Lives, Rickon Stark Lives, Jaime Lannister Lives, Mad Queen Cersei Lannister, Endgame Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Dragons, Magic, House Velaryon (A Song of Ice and Fire), Daenerys Targaryen Deserves Better, Daenerys Targaryen Lives, Targaryen Restoration, Jon Snow is a Stark, N Plus A Equals J | Ashara Dayne and Ned Stark are Jon Snow's Parents, Jon Snow is King in the North, Married Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Minor Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Tyrion Lannister/Sansa Stark

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