#ned and rosie

[folklauerate]

Hi! Any head canons of grandpa Anthony?

I have tons!! Specifically within the lil universe I'm creating with all of Kathony's kids stories :)

So Anthony becomes a grandpa when Ned and Rosie have Henry, their firstborn! A little background on this; Henry is named after Rosie's grandfather, whose full name and title was Harold Bracebridge, the Earl of Kent. Everyone called him Henry since childhood, however, and the nickname stuck, and so all his family and close friends would call him Henry. He's only ever Harold when doing important Earl things or in the House of Lords. He's a good sort of grandpa, and he's around for a bit before he sadly passes away, and so Anthony has some memories of him being generally quite kind and known to crack a joke while they're in parliament together. Of course, Anthony is far more familiar with his son, the next Earl of Kent, Marshall Bracebridge, Rosie's father. The two of them are friendly enough; they're both landowners in the same area, they run in the same social circles, etc. However, their wives are actually the ones that are quite close friends; Kate gets along spectacularly well with the Earl's wife, Louisa. They're both no-bullshit sorts of people, married around the same time, and navigating their new positions in society at the same time, and quite like having the other as a sort of friend and ally. Louisa is also a fan of the sorts of balls Kate throws, which makes her a firm friend in Kate's book. They both get pregnant around the same time and Ned and Rosie are born a day after the other, which they didn't anticipate on happening--Rosie is actually born about two weeks early.

Anyways, we're going to fast forward through Ned and Rosie's story, since I'll be writing that :) But they get married when they're both 21 and have Henry a year later, who they name after Rosie's grandfather.

(Side note that, two years later, they have a daughter and name her Hyacinth, after Aunty Hyacinth, who both Ned and Rosie have incredibly fond memories of because Hyacinth was obsessed with baby Ned. I know this is in the latest chapter of Miles the Rake, but since Ned and Rosie grow up together, doing a lot of everything together, they both sort of think of her as Aunty Hyacinth who will tell them funny stories about Anthony and indulge any sneaky behavior)

Baby Henry is Anthony and Kate's first grandchild and they are absolutely besotted with him. He is also Louisa and Marshall's first grandchild, so this kid is growing up with two sets of first time grandparents who are absolutely obsessed with him.

Ned and Rosie have a house in both Kent (where their family's ancestral seats are), a house in London, and a smaller (though it's not really that small lol) home in Brighton that is for the occasional holiday to the seaside. That house is actually featured heavily in Mary's story but more on that later ;) Anyways, they're raising their family quite close to their families as well, and you know that known Baby Tamer Anthony is there every spare moment of the day. He is truly just so infatuated by this little life that his son and daughter-in-law created and just so overcome.

Henry's first "word" is Dada, which, in Hindi means grandfather, and since both Kate and Anthony have decided they'll be Dada and Dadi, Anthony likes to tell everyone that his grandson's first words were Dada.

Anthony loves taking Henry out for rides; he actually sneakily teaches Henry how to ride on horseback a bit earlier than Ned and Rosie planned, simply because he's not going to say no to his grandchild. After years of looking after his siblings and then raising his own children, he's really happy to be settling into this new role in life, where he's not directly responsible for the wellbeing and security etc of a life, he's just able to sit back and spoil his grandchildren as much as he likes. So Henry becomes proficient at horseback riding at a young age because, well, Anthony really can't say no to his little face.

This is a hard maybe, as in maybe once I'm done with Miles, Charlotte, Mary, and Ned's stories, maybe when I have a breather, I'll write a oneshot of this, but there's this really bittersweet feeling Anthony has about being a grandfather. His whole life he feels like he's been trying to fill the shoes of someone else, stumbling or tripping or half convinced that he can't get it right. He's trying to be what his father was for him in a lot of ways. But when he himself has his kids, he is, of course, sad that his father would never know his children. And when his children have children, he is for the first time in his life settling into a role his own father never had. A role that he has no sort of set perception for, or expectations for. He is a grandfather and it is a position of entirely his own making, and he is happy to be indulgent and affectionate, happily spoiling his grandchildren.

Whenever Ned and Rosie are visiting Kate and Anthony, they truly will never see head or tails of their kids again because they've happily been bundled up into their grandparent's arms. As I mentioned earlier, Ned and Rosie have Hyacinth two years after Henry, and she'll happily spend any amount of time in her grandfather's arms. She's also a very fussy baby, and, much like her namesake, always settled when she was being rocked by Anthony, who is more than happy to hold her.

I am actively holding back on discussing Miles and Charlotte's children, actually, as talking about them will get a bit spoiler-y since their children and Kathony's relationship with them does have a lot to do with big events that happen with both Miles and Charlotte's stories! That's not to say anything bad happens or that any relations are soured, though. Kathony love all their grandchildren a whole damn lot <3

Charlotte and Freddie have baby Nicholas, named after Freddie's late father, and since Freddie doesn't either of his parents, or a ton of relatives, Kathony are a big presence, just very happy to help make up for the lack of family. In fact, most of the Bridgertons are. Seeing as Miles and Freddie have been best friends since age four, and basically inseparable, and seeing how Anthony and Simon both step in when Freddie's father, the Duke, passes away when Freddie is 18, passing the dukedom to Freddie who is far too young and newly orphaned, somewhere along the way, the Kate and Anthony came to think of him as their own, just one more kid thrown into the mix. When he and Charlotte get married, it's sort of just making official what everyone felt; Freddie's always been a Bridgerton.

Freddie is actually a very nervous new dad; once Nicholas is born (and then, later, the twins), he settles into the role nicely because he loves his kids so much, just obsessed. However, leading up to the birth of baby Nick, he is quite nervous, and finds himself turning to the only remaining father figure he has in his life--Anthony. And of course, he's lucky that Anthony's quite practiced at being a dad. The two of them have a lot of talks about fatherhood and the responsibilities, sense of care, sense of duty, and everything else that comes with it. Freddie is not a natural disciplinarian, he is an only child, and his mother passed away while in childbirth with him, due to the fact that she was a lot older when she was finally able to conceive, and it was a complicated pregnancy. So Freddie was raised by his father, who was also quite old, and though Nicholas senior was a really loving father, who cared for Freddie deeply, he did pass away due to a heart condition when Freddie was only eighteen (like I mentioned earlier) and even when he was around, it felt a bit like he raised himself. So he appreciates having Anthony to lean on and really talk to when he needs it, which happens with increasing frequency the closer they get to Charlotte's due date.

This post is just... obscenely long lol. I have clearly thought about this world... a lot. Like just today I was plotting out the family trees of absolutely everyone, simply because I don't know what I'll end up needing in this fic! I even know that Henry ends up naming his firstborn Anthony, after his beloved Dada. I haven't done the math yet because I'm not sure when Anthony ends up passing away in canon (I read 92 somewhere?) and I haven't sussed out the exact year Henry gets married, but I like to think that Anthony gets to hold his namesake :)

Anyways! I hope this very long and rambly response answers your question! Feel free to lmk if anything needs to be expanded upon or if you've got any other questions :)

#ama #bridgerton #grandpa anthony #anthony bridgerton #ned and rosie #charlotte and freddie #kathony #fanfic #fools in love #miles and arshi

[warmglowofsurvival]

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[thornfield13713]

for the clothes ask - informal for Excellence, footwear for Ned, wardrobe for Thoradin and formal for Rosie

Ooh - nice to have an ask for everyone. And...let's see.

What's your OC's lazy-day look? How do they like to dress when they're winding down?

Excellence isn't a fussy dresser unless she's got someone to impress. So, shirt and breeches, nothing fancy, something easy to pull on and comfortable, if a bit sloppy. After she gets involved with Gale, she also starts stealing his cozy velvet tunics, because they're warm, and smell of him, and comfortable. It stretches out the shoulders and chest something dreadful, but she hasn't heard any complaints yet. She hasn't historically made much of a fuss about colour, but starts doing so more after moving to Waterdeep and suddenly being in a position where she can have clothes made and dyed for her rather than just buying whatever can be made up quickly between adventures. She tends to favour brighter colours, when she can, with a particular fondness for reds and blues - though generally not worn together.

What does your OC wear on their feet?

Boots when actively adventuring, because they're practical and protecting your toes and soles is the sort of thing that matters when you're dealing with all the hazards of the adventuring life, and particularly in the Underdark, which is full of nasty oozes you don't want on your feet. Around camp, however, and when they can get away with it, Ned prefers sandals. They'd go barefoot if it was practical, but are cognisant enough of the risks of rocks, thorns and sudden hedgehogs not to do that.

What's your OC's formal look? Do they like dressing up? Do they have different looks for different occasions?

To be honest, I'm not sure this is something Rosie has ever had to think about. Because first she was a poor Lower City kid, and then she was a ward of the Temple of Ilmater, and then a squire of a paladin order, and then a cult leader living in the sewer. I'm not sure she's ever been to a formal event in her life, unless Gortash brought her along to one, and given that a number of power players in the city know Rosie as a Bhaalist cult leader, that might not be the safest idea.

That said, once introduced to the idea, I think Rosie might rather enjoy it, so long as she could get formalwear made up in her habitual head-to-toe black with subtle golden accents, and Gortash doesn't seem to have had any trouble doing so, so there's no reason Rosie should. Admittedly, her idea of formalwear is probably just a variation on what she wears anyway - long tunic, tabard with blackwork embroidery, boots, leggings - just without the mail and gambeson. Just...made of rather finer fabrics, and possibly with a bit more subtle ornamentation. I don't see her having a lot of different looks, though - clothing has never been a matter of great concern for her, and while she's experimenting with a lot of forms of self-indulgence now she's free, that one has never really caught her attention.

How big is your character's wardrobe? Do they wear things threadbare, or can they afford new clothes often? Are they any good at mending and repairing their own clothing?

This changes over the course of the game for Thoradin. Pre-game and on the road, he hasn't got very many clothes, and wears the ones he has until they wear out, repairing them as best he can as he goes, and often using embroidery and ornamentation to cover over mends and stains. He hasn't got much money, and almost all of what he does have is getting spent on Helja. As such, he has got very, very good at picking up good clothes at a bargain, making over and repairing old clothes, and adding ornamentation to enliven clothes too dull for any self-respecting bard to wear to a gig.

And then he's married to the new Grand Duke, and can have all the pretty clothes he likes. He might go a bit mad about that, once he has the chance, though he keeps up the embroidery and repair habits, just because he gets attached to favourite outfits and doesn't want to lose them, and also because he just likes adding new little details and embellishments.

#baldur's gate 3 #ned #thoradin deepdelver #excellence iathrana #rosie fatrabbit

[rax-writes]

↬ the morning after

Tywin Lannister x Reader

Notes: Reader is a Stark but no physical description is mentioned. Based on an idea that came to me, as a result of the Tywin brainrot I've been experiencing.

The suggestion of your marriage to Tywin Lannister had come as quite a shock to the entire Stark family.

Lord Eddard had sputtered out a weak argument, too stunned to form a compelling rebuttal on the spot, but King Robert had waved his hand and said, "Look, I know he's old, but he needs more heirs. Jamie swore an oath, and he won't let Casterly Rock go to Tyrion. There's two dozen lords who are either closer to her in age, or more good-looking, but politically, is there any better option for your daughter than Tywin fucking Lannister? He's Warden of the West, Lord of Casterly Rock, and the richest man in the Seven Kingdoms. She’d be wealthy, protected, and living in the Keep with you and your other daughters."

King Robert had then assured you that you were allowed to reject the proposal if you wished. However, he was not wrong about it being a good match, so you consented to the union. You heard whispers of Tywin being furious with the King for suggesting he take a second wife, but once again, no one could deny that the King was right – Tywin needed more heirs.

So, given your stipulation that you marry in the Godswood, in addition to a small ceremony in the Sept of Baelor, you found yourself wedded to the infamous Tywin Lannister within a few days.

It scared the shit out of you.

And your family.

Even more so when you did not join everyone for breakfast the morning after your wedding.

Tywin had refused a bedding ceremony, so no one had a clue what went on after you and your new lord husband left the feast. But seeing Tywin approach the breakfast table alone the next morning sent a chill down the spines of Lord Eddard, Jon, Robb, and even Theon.

Discreetly, Ned grabbed Robb by the upper arm before the boy could leave the table, and told him to go check on you. Robb nodded, having been planning to anyway, and found that he was quickly followed by Jon and Theon – the latter disguising his worry as a curiosity to know whether "the old fuck could still get it up or not."

All three of the young men braced themselves for a gruesome, heart-wrenching sight as they opened the door to Tywin's chambers after you granted them entry – only to find you sitting cross-legged on the bed, smiling at them.

"Good morning, boys."

"Um… good morning," Robb said hesitantly, confused but pleasantly surprised at the state of you.

"I suspected some concern over my absence at breakfast, but I didn't anticipate a search party," you jested, laughing lightly.

Both Robb and Jon merely stared at you, taking in the sight of your messy hair and the three round, rosy bruises on your neck and collarbone, mentally assessing you for any cause for concern. Ultimately, they found nothing, but feared that you were merely putting on a brave face for them.

"Alright, let's cut the shit," Theon announced, shoving past his companions and leaning against the bedpost, arms crossed and grinning at you. "How was it? Did he force himself on you? Can the old man still get it up? Did he have a nap halfway through the act?"

The way he tried to cover up his worried questioning with jokes did not go unnoticed, but you chose to not comment on it.

"It was, uh…. Well, it was fine, let's leave it at that," you replied with a small chuckle, trying to ignore the fact that your face grew red.

"Absolutely fucking not," Theon protested, looking even more intrigued now. "You didn't even answer a single one of my questions. I'll die of curiosity if I don't get some details."

"Look, we don't need… details. We just want to make sure he didn't force himself on you, and that you're alright," Robb explained, and Jon nodded.

"He did not force himself on me. He was a gentleman about it," you assured your brothers. They both breathed sighs of relief, and their shoulders visibly relaxed.

However, before they could relax fully, you turned to Theon and briskly whispered, "I came four times."

"You what?" Jon shrieked, eyes wide and mouth agape, as Robb let out an exaggerated gag beside him. Theon doubled over in a fit of laughter, having to hold the bedpost to keep himself upright.

"You've got to be fucking joking," Theon managed to wheeze, still laughing.

"Definitely not. Now, all of you run along so I can get dressed," you said, standing to shoo your retching brothers and hysterical friend out of the room, closing the door behind them with a laugh.

sequel ↠ when night falls

#super brief and not really tywin-focused #but i wrote it so i figured i may as well post it lol #tywin lannister #tywin lannister x reader #game of thrones #got #tywin lannister fan fiction #tywin lannister fanfiction #tywin lannister fic #tywin lannister fanfic #tywin lannister fan fic #tywin lannister x stark!reader #my writing

[the-kr8tor]

I see that your requests are open👀

Can I get a fix of a modern Hobie taking us to a hello kitty cafe ORRR like my last ask hobie and reader being famous online and maybe they record abt them playing roblox together (horror games, da hood maybe fun games) and hobie gets in yet ANOTHER fight with someone cause they think reader and Hobie are edating

P.S It's 11pm and everyone is Asleep and now I'm scared cause I keep feeling like there's something watching me from the dark (that's edgy)

ANOTHER P.S hope u have a merry Christmas:3

-🧋

I understand, lovely because when u submitted this there's a loud scratching in my ceiling 😭 thank you for requesting! I chose the gaming one bc I couldn't resist a gamer Hobie 🥰 hope you had a very Merry Christmas! 🫶

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Gamer! Hobie and reader, FLUFF

ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

“Love, hide!” Hobie yells in his mic, mouse clicking rapidly as he panics to hide from the pixelated monster. He hears your screams bouncing around in his headphones.

“Where?! There's nothing here!” Your character frantically runs around as the monster is hot on your tail.

“You just passed it! Hold on!” Hobie exits his hiding place, intercepting the monster’s attention from you to him. “Hey, E.T. lookin' arse, over here!” the monster has now latched on to him, pulling aggro for you.

“Hobie, noooo!” You see Hobie's character get eaten in one bite. He groans at his death screen briefly before showing him your character watching in the background, emoting a crying face.

“Fuck you!” The monster turns around to chase you again. “Your sacrifice won't be in vain!” running, you play ring around the rosie with the monster, your screams of terror turning into laughter.

Hobie's spectating your POV, laughing loudly at your expense. He flicks his eyes to the second monitor to read the chat, his smiling morphing into annoyance.

“E-dating?! You think we're e-dating?! Chat, what the bloody hell?” Hobie moves so animatedly that his headset almost falls off.

He sees his chat go wild, their comments vary from ‘you've probably never seen her irl, bro’ to ‘They're definitely not! Have you seen them ogling each other through the camera?’

“Where's my fuckin' mod?! Ned ban their arse!” Hobie chuckles through his threat, clearly just joking. He still hears you laughing hysterically in his headphones, making him grin despite the bullying from his chat. Then he hears your character ‘oof’

“I died” you say dejectedly. “Fucker got me, looks like you sacrificed yourself for nothing, Hobie.”

“That's alright I forgive you because there's somethin' else that's more important.” He turns around in his chair, looking over his shoulder to look at the green cloth behind him. “Love, can you tell ‘em we're not e-dating and that we're literally in love”

Hobie opens his green screen curtain to reveal you sitting on your own desk, your back turned away from him. Your spare monitor shows his livestream, you quirk an eyebrow when you see yourself in his camera.

The chat goes completely wild, some spamming emojis, some are just straight up key smashing.

You look over your shoulder with a smile, waving at his camera. Swiveling your chair, you wheel towards Hobie's desk, laying your chin atop his shoulder. He holds your hand subtly under the desk, squeezing thrice.

“Is this enough proof?”

Everyone clipped the entire thing.

#request done #🧋 anon #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #the kr8tor's creations #spider punk #x reader #atsv fanfic #atsv fanfiction #atsv x reader #atsv hobie #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #spider punk x you #spider punk x fem!reader #hobie x reader #gamer! hobie #hobie fluff #fanfic

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 20

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You don’t know where to go. You know you can’t go back to Lloyd’s. Not yet. You don’t want to talk about what happened. Maybe he won’t even ask or care but it would be obvious if you got back so soon.

So you drive around, listless, until you find a place to park and hide behind your steering wheel. You stay there for a while, just across the street from a hardware store. You check your empty thermos and sigh. Coffee. More coffee and you can think.

You get out and cross the street. You head up down the next block to the cafe nestled between a pawn shop and pharmacy. You get a medium roast and add a healthy dollop of cream. You sit down at a table and try to piece together your life.

You’ve lost Johnny, your apartment, and pretty much your job. What else do you have left? What are you going to tell Lloyd? He’ll be expecting some sort of rent and you’ll be lucky to get that much on your next pay.

You glance over at the counter as a puff of steam hisses from one of the machines. You bite down on the inside of your lip and leave your cup at the table. It’s not really a downgrade, but you’ll miss the kids.

“Hey, excuse me, sorry,” you speak over the lower part of the counter where you can see the baristas at work, “I was wondering if you were accepting applications.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, there’s some part-time spots open,” the man calls back, “just Google us and it will come right up.”

“Uh, duh, I should’ve thought of that,” you laugh at yourself awkwardly, “anyways, thanks.”

“Boss is here, I can see if he’s free… he does all the interviewing.”

“I, um, I’d hate to be a bother–”

“Honestly, you wouldn’t,” he brings a mocha to the counter and signals to you as he calls out a name, handing over the drink to another customer. He turns back to you, his name tag reads Peter. “We need all the help we can get.”

“Right, er, okay, I guess… I guess if he’s free.”

“Sick, I’ll go run and get him,” he spins and waves at his coworker, “Ned, I’ll be right back.”

The other employee only rolls his eyes as he takes an order at the till. You hover there, waiting, wringing your hands nervously. Peter clamours back, out of breath, cheeks rosy.

“He’s coming,” he grins broadly, “I’m Peter.”

“I know,” you nod to his name tag.

“Oh, yeah,” he looks down goofily, “you?”

You give your name and shift your weight on your feet. He grabs another receipt and an empty cup.

“You can sit down, he’ll find you.”

“Okay, thanks again,” you show your teeth sheepishly then drag your feet back to your table.

You lower yourself into the seat and stare into the cup. It’ll be something until you can get better. Or go back to the daycare. You hate to think you won’t ever see the kids again.

“Uh, hey,” a man approaches, thumbs hooked in his jean pockets, “you the one?”

You look up, slightly startled as your worries split down the seams. You open and close your mouth as you peer up at his bright blue eyes. He seems familiar.

“Y-yeah, looking for a job,” you brace the table and go to stand. He stops you as he raises his palm and sits across from you. He turns his hand and offers it to you, “Cole.”

You once more say your name as you shake his hand. He clings a little bit longer than you expect but lets you go and rests his forearm across the table. He smiles and you stare back, waiting for him to say something.

“So…” his eyes widen as he remembers why he’s there, “you make coffee before?”

“Well, sort of. I can use a french press and I used to have a nespresso…” you let your voice trails off; before Johnny broke it. “But I can learn and I have loads of customer service experience.”

“I can tell,” he taps his fingers on the table, “you have a kind face. Does that sound weird?”

“Um, no, thanks, I think,” you keep your smile in place. He’s a bit strange but not unpleasant.

“I just bought this place, you know? Lots of changes so I wanna revamp it. Get some new faces in.”

“That’s exciting. It’s very… quaint,” you glance around.

“Ah, don’t worry, I know it needs work. Actually, I think… I don’t wanna offend you but we could use a good eye around here. A woman’s touch. You think maybe you’d have some ideas for the redesign?”

“Well, I… I only worked in a daycare, so I don’t…”

“I like that,” he snaps his fingers and points at you, “alright, well, Peter can show you how to use the espresso machine and I’ll come get you to look at swatches when you’re not too busy.”

He stands, surprising you as you can only gape up at him.

“Is that it?”

“That’s it,” he looks at his watch, “gotta call ma. It’s about that time.”

He strides away, leaving you absolutely upended. That was somehow the most and least stressful interview you’ve ever had. You shake your head and hug your coffee with your hands.

“When you’re done that,” Peter calls over, “I’ll teach you how to grind beans.”

“Oh, great,” you nod and look out the window, hiding your uncertainty. It’s not forever, just for a while. Just like Lloyd. You’ll be back on your feet soon.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #carpe noctem #au #the club #the gray man

[2maegor2cruel]

i've spent the last year getting my degree in genderbent theon studies so lemme say some shit real quick. i'll probably make a seperate post about The Themes, but this is about the logistics, babeyyy 🫶

"thea" vs. asha: pick your hostage

from the get-go, whether it is theon ("thea") or asha who is taken hostage, the intent would be to 1) shore up the power of the loyal regions in mainland westeros, and 2) "neuter "the iron islands. a northern or riverlands match is the best option, as both lack any significant fleet (which is bizarre in and of itself, but that's what grrm went with), balancing out the reach's naval superiority with the redwyne fleet.

in canon, we don't get any in-depth explorations of how women experience the hostage system. we know of dorna swyft, who was given to house lannister as a hostage until house swyft could pay off its debts. dorna would later marry kevan lannister, which tyrion describes as ser harys swyft's "greatest accomplishment". tyrion is naturally biased, but a relatively minor vassal getting to marry into the ruling house IS a serious step up. however, this is only one case, with it's own unique circumstances.

which brings us to my original question: would asha or "thea" be taken? asha is the obvious choice in a two-greyjoy-daughters scenario, as she's the legal heir, but asha is also a lot less malleable. she's around 13 by the end of balon's rebellion, and though women's opinions or identity wouldn't be given much weight or consideration in this context, the intent of a marriage pact would be to build a working alliance and mend rifts between regions. that's a lot more difficult when the conquering party doesn't have a mostly blank slate to work with.

also, theon was balon's last son and legal heir, but even he was essentially written off as dead in canon. i imagine a daughter would be regarded as similar to a salt wife, taken from her family by conquest due to her male relatives "weakness"/inability to protect her. it would be too much for balon's ego and sense of ironborn masculinity to bear, so i don't doubt he would consider her "as good as dead" as well, even if the conquering party (robert baratheon & co) couldn't have anticipated this.

most importantly, as we see AFFC, "the laws of the green lands" do not count for much on the iron islands. so let's get into it.

to start, the greyjoys themselves are relatively new major lords, having ruled for only 300 years (compared to the starks' alleged thousands of years of kingship). and, as we can intuit from the kingsmoot, the greyjoys do not command unquestioning loyalty from the ironborn. dunstan drumm, gylbert farwynd, and erik ironmaker all put forth their names at the kingsmoot, and some receive a levels of support that is surprising to the greyjoys in attendance, particularly aeron, who has a very skewed perception of balon (and therefore an overly rosy view of balon's legacy).

if it had been asha who was taken as hostage-bride, i honestly don't think any tully-greyjoy or stark-greyjoy children (who would have been ~9 years old MAX at the time of the kingsmoot in canon, assuming asha was forced to have children immediately after the rebellion) would have stood a snowball's chance in hell of inheriting. euron would likely have them killed in some clandestine way, and victarion, should he win, would be pressured to neutralize them in a less kinslay-ey way (though he could potentially take a male child on as heir, given his own lack of progeny).

all of this to say, the greyjoy line of succession is inevitably thorny. in my predominately vibes-based opinion, in the absence of a clear male heir like theon and knowing the ironborn's lack of deference to "green land law", "thea" might be taken over asha. i imagine lords like ned stark or hoster tully would be afraid that an asha match would basically be throwing their grandchildren into the greyjoy succession meat grinder, when asha/"thea" still have so many living and powerful male relatives.

anyway, thank you for coming to my female theon succession and hostage logistics tedtalk, and please tell me how wrong i am in the replies/reblogs 🫡

#exposing myself as insane. which some of you already knew #theon greyjoy #house greyjoy #asoiaf

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/05/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Leslie Jones; Nathan Foad; Damien Gerard; Watch Parties; New Event Calendar; Fan Spotlight; MerMay; Mini Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika Image Edition.

= Rhys Darby =

Rhys an Rosie were out at the Bagpiper's Ball last night and we got a couple crumbs as a result!

Source: HMiller's Instagram

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie Jones was wrapping up at "Netflix is a Joke!" and got to hangout with some fellow comedians.

Source: @atsukocomedy's Instagram

== Nathan Foad ==

Everyone's getting to see Nathan lately!

Source: Nathan's IG

== Damien Gerard ==

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== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies! I hope the beginning of your work week well and not dealing with too much nonsense. I'm still recovering a bit, but I saw this and thought of you all. Don't forget that sometimes our brains tell us we're not good enough, but they're lying lovelies <3 Be kind to yourself, Happy Monday <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

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[ladycatofwinterfell]

At the end of the day

Summary: Late into the night all Ned wants is to go to bed with his wife, though very unfortunately it seems Robert had different ideas for what would happen

A gift to the wonderful @vpba !!

When he finally had Catelyn with him again she had embraced him before he could say anything. It surprised him, though he returned the embrace all the same. He had not spoken to her for hours.

“The hour is late” she mumbled.

As always when she had had wine her voice was hoarser than usual and as always Ned loved the sound of it.

“I believe that depends on who you speak with” he told her.

It seemed most people there were not ready to leave the feast yet. They were dancing and drinking and conversing to their heart’s delight. Ned himself had been finished the moment they were done eating, yet the feast was held in his honour and so he had resisted the urge to quietly slip away. Even as he had asked Robert not to make a spectacle of his nameday only to have that wish very much disregarded. Though it had not taken long before the purpose of the feast was forgotten and people were glad just to be at a feast.

“I speak with you.”

“Then aye, the hour is indeed late.”

Before she had come to him he had felt rather tired, though something told him he had been right not to retire for the night earlier. There was a suggestive tone in what she was saying.

Catelyn leaned back slightly and so he was allowed to look at her. See the sparkling eyes and the rosy cheeks and the smile on her lips.

“I was considering going to bed” she let him know.

Then there was only one way forward. One he had longed for, one he had dreamed of. More than a year it had been since they saw one another.

“It would be rude of me not to escort you there, my lady.”

Catelyn reached up and gave him a quick kiss. He needed more of that, more of her. He had been starved for so long.

“Yes, that would be terribly rude” she agreed when they parted. “Gods, have I missed hearing you say that.”

They were not meant to be separated in the way they were. His place was by her side, he should have been with her always.

“You will have grown tired of my voice when it’s time to return to Winterfell.”

That made her laugh and it was the prettiest sound in the world.

“For years and years I heard your voice most every day. I believe I can handle it.”

“I am a fortunate man.”

Catelyn let go of him and took his arm instead.

“Should we leave?”

The night was warm, almost uncomfortably so. During his time in King’s Landing that had kept him awake many nights, the heat making it impossible to sleep. Though for once he did not at all mind. He was occupied with Catelyn.

When they had just left the hall Ned entertained the thought of taking her hand instead and quickening the pace. He wanted to walk as fast as they could back to his chambers so that he could have her. So that he could put an end to that unbearable wait. Though he forced himself to be patient. Not that it was much of a struggle, in truth. He had missed so many other things, nothing could be rushed. He wanted to savour every word that came from her lips, every smile, every look she gave him. All of it would be so precious once her visit ended.

Slowly they strolled through the Red Keep together. Their conversation had nothing to do with what was to come, though the silent promise was there underneath. Hidden away while they walked.

He was not alone in impatience. The moment they were in his bedchamber and the door had closed behind them Catelyn’s lips were on his. Though there was little urgency in the kiss itself, it was soft and gentle.

Ned laid his arms around her waist, took pleasure in just having her close. She was so warm against him and he had never appreciated it more. He could not remember the last time he had had a good dream and suddenly he found himself in one.

“What say you we undress?” he asked, pulling away slightly.

As beautiful as she was in her blue gown he knew she would look even better without it. And he wanted to feel her bare skin under his hands, wanted to touch every inch of her body.

“I say I like the sound of it.”

It pained him to let go of her, though he did it knowing how sweet it would be very soon.

He didn’t know why the light curtains were pulled for the bed. He also didn’t think much of it. His mind was occupied with Catelyn, with all he wanted to do with her. Even as he had not given it much thought earlier he realised that he had longed for it all day.

While Catelyn began unlacing her dress he pulled aside the curtains. Only to jump backwards in surprise when he met another pair of eyes. Unknown eyes.

The woman looked young, very young. She was fair, her hair was light and her eyes were hazel. Though it was hard to see anything but that she was entirely naked. There was not a thread to cover her body and she made no attempt at hiding anything herself.

“Ned, my love, would you help me?” Catelyn asked, not having noticed there was a third person in the room.

“I wasn’t told your wife would be here, my lord” the other woman said with a smile. “Though I don’t mind.”

Coming to his senses Ned averted his eyes, choosing to look down at the floor rather than at the naked woman before him. He didn’t look at Catelyn either, though could imagine the expression on her face.

“What is this?”

Catelyn’s voice was sharp as a knife and he could feel that the question was directed at him rather than at the stranger in their bed.

“I wouldn’t know” he responded. “And I ask the same question.”

“King Robert wished for you to have a good end to your nameday, my lord.”

Even as he didn’t look at her he heard the continued smile in her voice. Like a cake that was too sweet, dripping with honey.

Of course it was Robert. Who else could it have been? Ned wondered how it had not crossed his mind sooner when it was so obvious. She would not have got all the way into his bedchamber if someone had not authorised it.

“Oh gods be good” Ned sighed.

He raised his hands, rubbing his face. Suddenly he felt so very tired.

“Lord Stark does not wish for your presence” Catelyn said pointedly. “Nor do I. You should leave.”

Even as he didn’t look at the woman he knew she was not moving to leave the bed. There was no sound, the silence told him she was completely still.

“Do as the lady says” he told her.

Only then did she move. She had waited for him to say it, would not take commands from Catelyn. Catelyn must have noticed the same, when he glanced at her he was met with a dour look. Which was quite understandable.

The woman slipped out of the bed on the opposite side, leaving her hidden from Ned behind the curtains on that side. He used that opportunity to turn to his wife and found that she had her back towards him.

When the woman appeared again she was wearing a light shift and that was a relief. Barefoot she tiptoed through the otherwise very silent room.

“Were you paid beforehand?” Ned asked as she opened the door.

As dismayed as he was with her presence in his rooms he knew it was not her fault. She did what she was paid for.

She stopped and turned around to look at him. Her shift was so thin it left little to the imagination and so he once again found himself looking at the floor.

“I was, my lord.”

Then at least he would not have to pay her for it. It would have made an already poor gift even worse.

“Good. Then you may leave.”

Without another word she left the room and closed the door behind her. It was a relief even as Ned was left with a lingering feeling of unease.

“There was a whore in our bed” Catelyn said slowly, still with her back to him. “Paid for by the king as a nameday gift for you.”

“That is true.”

He wished it had not been. Sincerely and with all his heart he wished their bed had been empty.

“You are, of course, free to do as you wish regarding that when I am not here” Catelyn continued. “Though I would be grateful if you could keep the whores out of the bedchamber when we share it.”

She said if as if he was the one who had brought the whore there. As if he had wanted her to be there. It was hard not to take offence, did she not know him better than so?

“Do you believe this to be a common occurrence?”

“I cannot know what you do when I’m in Winterfell, it is your right to seek pleasure elsewhere.”

His rights and his desires were not one and the same.

Ned walked over to her and took her hand, gently turning her around so that they faced one another. She tensed and turned her face downwards when he did so, though didn’t draw away. She let him hold her hand.

“When you’re in Winterfell I go to bed alone at night and wish I was also in Winterfell. That is what I do.”

He did want someone to be in his bed, though that someone had to be Catelyn. He wanted to make love to her until they were both utterly spent, he wanted to fall asleep with his arms around her, he wanted her presence to keep the dreams at bay.

“Is that so?”

“I have no wish to share my bed with anyone but you.”

Catelyn looked at him then and there was still doubt on her face.

“Still there was someone else in your bed” she said.

“As much as I try I cannot control Robert.”

He wondered what Jon Arryn had known that he didn’t, what he had done to keep Robert under control. Maybe he had been unable, too, and it had only become obvious to Ned when he saw the court from within.

Catelyn sighed and seemed to grow a little less tense at that.

“I understand he’s the king, but he’s also a very dear friend of yours and so I ask that you tell him not to do this again.”

“I would not have let it pass without saying something. I did not ask for this.”

He would tell Robert exactly what he thought of his little gift as soon as he was given the opportunity.

“Thank you.”

For very many years he had lived together with her. Shared his days with her and his nights with her. He had missed her terribly ever since they parted, not a day had passed where he had not thought of her.

Ned raised his free hand and put it against her cheek.

“I have waited for you, Catelyn. Do you not trust me enough to believe that when I say it?”

Catelyn looked away from him, once again her eyes were fixed on the floor between them.

“I’m… I’m merely telling you I would understand if you did not wait for me.”

Each word seemed to be a struggle to say, yet she said them all the same. Ned did not like hearing them in the least.

“You’re the only one I want, there’s little more to say.”

Catelyn reached up and kissed him, something he had not at all expected. Though he returned the kiss. When it ended he found himself resting his forehead against hers, relieved over that it did not seem any anger would last.

“I love you” she said in a low voice. “Though I’m quite tired, I think I need to sleep.”

“Then we will sleep, my love.”

He could not be disappointed when that meant getting to fall asleep with his arms around her.

+ Bonus part (I wrote the whole fic around this scenario and can’t just leave it out but that’s hush hush so pretend you never read this)

Ned entered the small council chamber and saw that for some reason Robert had decided to join them. That was usually a bad omen, and Ned did not see any reason for why it would be different that day. Though before they brought up whatever business they needed speak of Ned had something else on his mind.

“You gifted me a whore?” he asked as he walked across the room and to the table where they would all be seated.

What the other members of the council thought of that he could not have cared less about, though a quick glance revealed that everyone was present except for Littlefinger. He did not know when he would have Robert trapped in one place the next time, he had to say what needed to be said.

“I take it you didn’t appreciate the gift” Robert responded dryly.

It had been days and Catelyn was still wary whenever she entered their bedchamber.

“I share my chambers with Lady Catelyn. Not that I would have appreciated it if I had been alone in my bed, either.”

Robert laughed at that. Heartily and loudly, as he so often did.

“You needn’t be angry, Ned, it was in good faith.”

The intentions behind it mattered little.

“My lady wife watched as I discovered a naked stranger in our shared bed, I have every right to feel whatever I find suitable.”

“I could not have known Lady Catelyn would be with you.”

Yet assumptions could have been made.

“I have not seen her for a very long time, where else would she be?”

“How am I to know? You will not speak of it.”

Ned found himself wanting to bang his head against the table. He had not seen Catelyn for more than a year. He had not been in bed with anyone for more than a year. At last he had been close to getting to satisfy the ache that had been slowly building in him only for Robert’s orchestration to ruin it. Since then he and Catelyn had found peace enough, though he would not forget how his nameday had ended.

“Then I will tell you that I do not need you to buy whores for me, Your Grace” he sighed. “I will also tell you not to do so again.”

“I’m the king” Robert scoffed. “You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do.”

“I’m your hand, I’m advising you. That advice being to respect Lady Stark.”

Advising was his purpose and he would live accordingly.

Robert waved a hand dismissively.

“If you say so, Ned.”

He most certainly did say so.

Ned was surprised none of the other council members chose to comment on what they had spoken about when he took his seat. Even Renly remained quiet.

“Should we begin?” Ned asked them.

“We are still waiting for Lord Baelish” Varys reminded him.

How was it that in the end something always managed to get even worse?

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[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 7

Part 6 | part 8

↝a/n: Raise your hand if you're ready for Robin and Reader to finally smooch 🙋🏻‍♀️ raise your hand if you also want reader to finally be happy 🙋🏻‍♀️ raise your hand if you know this chapter isn't going to have either of those 🙋🏻‍♀️ enjoy! <;3

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: not proofread. Possible spoilers, Canon events, season 3 Karen flashback, readers first kiss during flashback, Chrissy's funeral, hinted panic attack, not proofread

↝⎙ 9.15.23

•••••

The cold midnight air nipped at your skin. It didn't do much to help the rosy pink hue of your cheeks that were caused by a certain person who sat in her car, watching as you made your way home. You had told her to drop you off a little away from your home, in case anyone in your home was still up.

You hadn't meant for this to happen when you had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was originally to watch over Chrissy and to make sure Jason and his friends didn't do anything stupid. But you somehow ending up in a room, alone with a girl you had met very few times. She was pretty, sure, but you hadn't pictured your first kiss to be her.

It all just happened. Things got a little further before you realized what had happened and immedently wanting to go home. The girl was super understanding. Jason had taken Chrissy back to her house before you had left, so you didn't have to worry about her. What you did have to worry about was the pink marks around your mouth from a bright lipstick.

Before you had stepped out of her car, she wiped at the mark under your lip, her finger lingering as she smiled sweetly at you. "For your first kiss, you weren't bad." She found herself so amusing.

The kiss wasn't bad, honestly. She just wasn't someone you had seen yourself kissing, unlike a short-haired and blue-eyed dork.

You walked up to your door, trying to quietly open it.

Your mother stood by the door, a red dress, lips colored to match, a purse hanging off her slumped shoulders, eyelids colored along with darkened eyelashes, jewelry hanging from her wrist and ears, and white pumps. She looked to the side, noticing you.

She was dressed for a date night, yet your father was snoring, and they haven't gone out in a while. Actually, you couldn't remember the last time you were stuck at one of her friend's house while they went out. It just wasn't something they did. She could be going out with said friends, but it was already late, surely, they were all in bed.

She turned from where she had been looking in the living room.

You both just stood there, staring, not knowing who was to ask the first question and when.

"I won't ask if you don't."

She sounded guilty, but you probably looked it.

Nodding, you closed the door quietly and slipped past her, getting a whiff of her perfume. She glanced from you making your way up the stairs back at Ned and Holly, who slept peacefully in his recliner.

Sighing, she stepped out of her shoes and let her purse fall down her arm.

•••••

Karen looked at you through the vanity mirror, watching as you fiddled with the hem of your black dress. "What do you think?" She lifted her lips into a smile when you raised your head, looking at the work she had done to your hair. She had curled it and stuck a few pins in to keep hairs in place. "Love it. Thank you." Your eyes fell back down, along with her smile.

"Talk to me, sweetheart." You were going to your best friend's funeral, for crying out loud. "Please."

"Nothing to talk about." You kicked your chair backwards against the carpet, before standing up.

She stood, looking at your empty seat, trying to think of how to help you, how to help the bags under your eyes that she covered up. She could only assume they were from not sleeping.

You sat 2 pews behind Jason, going between looking at Chrissy's mother as she sobbed for her daughter and glaring into the back of Jason's head.

From your spot, you saw a muscle tick in Jason's jaw when Mrs. Cunningham had brought up 'the monster that did this to her'. You two had different monsters you wanted to get rid of for the same reason.

The fabric felt itchy. Your skin felt as if you were wearing low-quality wool, poking and prodding constantly. Your mother held a weeping Mrs. Cunningham as she tried to comfort her. Your eyes searched the room. You had lost him. One second you had Jason and his friends in your sight, the next they were gone. There's no telling where they were and what they were planning.

Truthfully, you felt bad for still thinking of anyone beside Chrissy today. Yes, Chrissy's mother was mostly a terrible mother, no matter how much she and Chrissy both tried to cover it up, but she had still lost her child.

"What was the last thing she said to you, dear?" Mrs. Cunningham and your mother watched as you looked over and tried to find the words.

Your mouth moved but no words came out.

"Truthfully, I don't remember. I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper, your own frame sinking in.

Your mom nodding, trying to ease you. "That's alright."

You offered a small nod before looking around for the door, for fresh air.

Was it 100 degrees right now? Were you allergic to the fabric of your dress? You currently felt allergic. Your skin felt hot but the blood coursing through your veins felt cold as ice. Air hit your face, the smell of a cigarette being smoked wafted through your nose, the bright light from the sun burned into your irises, your legs shook. The wall behind you felt like it suddenly disappeared until your back finally hit it. Your lips moved to breath in and out, the raged breath making it difficult. In, out, in, out, in, out, in-

"Sweetie!"

Karen rushed toward you, noticing the way your legs shook, chest moving too quickly, eyes glancing quickly from one place in the concrete to another. "Breath, c'mon. It's okay, mommy's here."

As your body went limp, she caught you, falling down the brick wall to hold you tightly, rubbing your back and pushing your curls away from your face.

your eyes caught pairs of shoes walking out of the door in a hurry. Looking up, you watched Jason and his friends as they left going god knows where.

"Can we leave?"

" I'm back home." Your finger lifted from the button on the walkie, before you threw it on your bed, going back to packing your bag.

Just as you walked out of your room, making your way to the kitchen, Eddie's voice broke through the tiny speaker.

"Hey, Dustin. You there? It's Eddie, you remember me, right? Hey, uh, if anyone's there, I really think I might be in a bit of trouble here. Okay? Wheeler? Either of you? Anybody?!"

"Woah, woah!" Steve stubbling out of the dark room, wiping and hitting every part of his upper body, trying to kill the stupid spider. Nancy looked him over, confused. "Wha-what's wrong?"

"There was a spider."

"What?"

"It's a black widow." He continued to hit his shoulder, feeling as if twenty thousand spiders were crawling on his skin. He slammed the door shut, "Don't go in there."

"Oh, oh." Nancy's hand moved to get something out of Steve's hair, "Wait, just-" What? Something..." His voice trailed off as she continued to get whatever it was out of his hair.

"Wait, stop moving."

"Okay."

"I just...I got it. I got it."

"Thank you."

"If there's a spider in there, you're never going to find it until it lays eggs and the babies spill out."

Steve scoffed, glaring at Robin as she walked past, laughing. "What's wrong with you?" Robin kept chuckling, walking further away from the two. "Robin, seriously." he redirected his words to Nancy now, "She's got problems."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

"It's cool you two are, like, friends now. Maybe after we find Vecna, kill him, save the world and stuff, maybe we can all go out." Nancy smiled at the guy in front of her as he went on. "You know, me, you, Robin, Y/n, Jonathan, when he's back." Nancy kept messing with his hair, making sure there wasn't any more spiderwebs or anything. "It's not like we're dating. Me and Robin. Not like we're dating. Right? She told you? Robin? That we're not?"

"Yes, she made that very clear."

Steve nodding as Robin added in. "Platonic with a capital P."

"Yep. Thank you."

He tried to hide the reddening in his cheeks, if asked, he was surely going to blame it on Robin irritating him. That's it. He wasn't embarrassed. Not one bit.

"I mean," His voice went back quiet, a little louder than a whisper. He should probably stop talking. "I would date her. She's just..." He should defiantly stop talking. "She's-we're just...Never mind. We're friends. We're just friends. She- I know someone who would be great for her. We're not- we're friends."

"Right. Right." Nancy fiddled with a few strands of his hair before stepping back. "Okay, all better."

Steve turned, "Great. Thanks." His eyes went from her face to the dust covered hallway walls and floors. "Guess we should, uh, get back to the investigation." Getting an awkward nod, his mouth continued to spew, ""The obvious things are not what people observe." or "do...don't deserve." or..." his lips formed a straight line, unimpressed with himself. "Sherlock Holmes."

Before he could make an even bigger fool of himself, he walked away. "y/n's probably back by now."

Hearing what Steve had said, Robin's mind wondered to you. How were you doing? How did the funeral go? How were you emotionally and mentally right now?

Knowing you, you were probably still thinking about what you guys were to do about Eddie and Vecna instead of registering what had happened. It's not doing you any good in ignoring what happened even if you don't realize it. She'd gladly help you if you'd let her. She would hold you and tell it's going to be okay. It eventually will be, Robin thought.

At this point, you were counting the bumps in your ceiling, the envelope max gave you flipping between your fingers.

What were they doing? Why haven't they answered you back? Eddie had spoken over the walkie, apparently Jason was at Reefer Rick's, but it had been a while since he had said anything else. You would've gone to help him if you had a way. If you were to walk there, Jason would see and you and Eddie both would be in so much trouble. What was Mike up to in California? Was he having more fun? God, you hope so.

Upbeat music played through the speakers. Nancy didn't care enough to change the radio.

"Not to be a wimp, but can I sit in the car for this visit? Cause this is gonna totally and royally suck."

"It'll be fine." Nancy's knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel.

"I can't stand to see those doe eyes of Eddie's break again. I really, really can't."

Steve stuffed another chip into his mouth, quickly chewing and lifted up the 6 pack of beer from where he sat beside you, in the very back. "At least he can drink himself into feeling better."

"That's what my mom does." Your lips went into a frown at Max's statement.

"Why don't we give it a trial run? "Hey, Eddie. Uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin-approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh, yeah, and we found Vecna. Only the bad news is that he's in the other, darker, much scarier dimension that we told you about and the gate's closed, so we have no way of getting to him. Like, he's entirely shut off to us so basically, you're screwed. And no, I know you were already screwed, but now you're doubly, triply screwed.""

"Okay calm down. Want a chip?" Robin turned to look back at you, looking from your face that wore an awkward smile to your hand had held the can of pringles. She shrugged, reaching back the farthest she could. Sadly, it wasn't far enough because Max had to grab the can and hand it to her. She plopped back down, huffing and looking out of her window at the passing trees.

"Wait, maybe we don't put it like that." Lucas offered.

""We're one step closer to finding Vecna." That's what we say. That's what's important."

"See, Robin? A positive spin can make all the difference."

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[greenbloods]

you are seventeen and the world is at war. the ravens come on ink-feathered wings. they say your betrothed has died in the capital, strangled by the mad king’s wrath. the earth is shifting beneath your feet. you find yourself in a sept saying vows to his brother. he is quiet and stern and aloof, so different from his brother, but you always knew your duty. you will come to love him in time, you know. that night in the bedchambers where you consummated your marriage, you study his sleeping stone face in the pale moonlight streaking through the windows of riverrun. it is the first time you have seen his face, truly.

you come to bear a son in time, as your septa promised. he has rosy cheeks and auburn hair like yours. and he is healthy, gods be good. but from the south your husband comes too with a son, with dark hair and dim eyes. you had heard what men were like, you had steeled your heart to your duty, you had known that a man’s right was different from a woman’s, but you could not bear this. the son you bore, the months of labor, the long days looking out from windows for your lord husband to come on horseback with his helm glittering in the sun, were they not enough? the bastard had his father’s hair.

the boys grow close together, too close. you bear other children come time. then came another war, and ned brought home another son. this one had dark hair too. for the first few days he walked around the halls of winterfell dazed, half a ghost. you could not help but see yourself in him, the way you felt when you had first come to this queer castle, more ancient than legend, a world away from your father and your home. you were always your father’s favored daughter, you did everything right. never spoke out of turn never misplaced a stitch never said a word that was unseemly. your brother was dear to your heart, but even when his beard had grown he could not hide that he was a little brother, awkward and diffident and more heart than head. and your sister...lysa and your lord father had never seen eye to eye even in the best of weather. yet it was you who was sent off to a mans bedchamber, while edmure kept the castle home and remained at his fathers side.

the ravens bring words of doom from the capital, and the world tastes as it did seventeen years ago. your husband is dead. yesterday your son was half a boy, but he looks a man now, the sternness in his eyes. his beard is coming in; he looks so much like edmure. you are tired of being strong, tired of your duty, but you cannot balk now. day and night you spend at your father’s side as he dies slowly of the crabs in his belly. you cannot help him, but you cannot leave him. reason has lost its reason. you were good you were good you did everything right, the daughter to your father, the wife to your husband, the mother to your children. all gone, all lost, all doomed by the narrative.

you did your duty as the storm rolled in. and as the knife is at your throat you can feel the troubles drain down your skin in rivulets. if you come back, you promise yourself, you will haunt the narrative like a ghost.

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a lil lore

I truly never remember to cross-post stuff from my Twitter to here and I'm trying to be better about it!! So here we go;

Some fun lore in the universe of Miles the Rake, though this is about Ned and Rosie. Ned and Rosie have four children, in quite rapid succession. Eight years later, they have a fifth. Their oldest, Henry, in the tradition of all the Viscount Bridgertons before him, wonders why his parents could not simply be more careful. Of course, he repeats the same mistake many years later, and gets to hear about it from his oldest, Anthony :,)

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[justviwriting]

'Duty and Love'

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire Characters: Ned Stark, Catelyn Stark Pairing: Ned/Cat Rating: T Words: 1.699 Summary: “As he was looking at her, a smile on his face, he whispered, 'I love you, Catelyn.' Of course he would never tell her so while she was awake.” Early Ned and Cat, reflecting on their growing feelings for one another. A/N: Another early-ish Ned/Cat oneshot I wrote recently. Rated T for some mild sexual references. Hope you like it :)

[you can also read it on AO3]

Ned was walking through the busy courtyard when he suddenly noticed a wave of auburn hair leaving the small sept. He halted, looking at her. She was apparently on her way back inside, hurrying through the muddy courtyard as she barely noticeably pulled her coat closer around her body. Catelyn always felt cold around this place, no matter the weather. Yet she made certain that no one but him knew. And no one would notice, as she was walking around the place with elegance and pride, even when she felt insecure. Ned smiled at the sight and thought.

Then, she noticed him. She gave him a smile as she came towards him. Her cheeks were rosy from the cool air, resembling her hair colour. He asked if the children were well, which prompted her to talk about them in great detail, a smile on her face. He then asked her about her own wellbeing, before stating that they should probably prepare for dinner. It was a simple conversation, yet it filled his heart with joy.

Ned liked talking to her. There was something almost gentle, but also confident in her voice whenever she spoke, and he could see the love in her eyes whenever she shared stories about Robb and Sansa. He always longed to talk to her, even when there was nothing to talk about. It was somewhat silly. Catelyn was his wife. If he wanted to, he could speak to her every moment of the day. And yet it never seemed to be enough.

They went inside to prepare for dinner then. She appeared to be in an excellent mood today. He did not know whether there was any particular reason, but it made him happy to see her happy. As they sat in the hall, eating dinner, she casually mentioned at one point that it had been a while since he had visited her in her bedchambers. He smiled at that. It had not really been that long – merely a week. Ned had been quite occupied the past week and had usually gone to bed long after the sun had already set. As he had not wanted to disrupt her sleep, he had decided to sleep in his own bed instead. Still, it felt like an eternity since the last time, and he was more than grateful for the invitation.

Later, they were lying together in bed, naked. Catelyn was pulled up on her elbow as her cool fingers were caressing his chest. He then told her why he had not been with her in over a week.

“You could have still visited me. I wouldn’t have minded,” she told him then. “You can come here just … just to sleep, if you want to.”

She bit her lip at that, and he could tell that she was slightly nervous about her words. He smiled at that. He would certainly love to sleep next to her every single night, for the rest of his life.

“I would love to,” he said then and she smiled, pushing herself up to kiss him as he gladly pulled her closer.

Some time later, Catelyn was lying next to him, fast asleep. It was already late, yet something prevented Ned from closing his eyes. Although he knew what that something was. A smile formed on his face as he was looking at his sleeping wife. She looked beautiful, and peaceful. He was extremely grateful for her invitation to spend the nights next to her. He would have never asked that question himself.

Several months ago was the first time she had asked him to stay the night, even after they had done what some might call their duty. It was not just a duty for him anymore, yet he had always left for his own bedchambers, as he had been afraid his presence might bother her. That night had not been the first time they had slept next to one another – sometimes, he had simply fallen asleep before he had been able to leave. But it had been the first time he had made the decision to stay. Although, he would have never done so had she not invited him herself. While he had been longing to stay with her, he would have never dared to ask.

Perhaps that made him a coward, but he did not want to accidentally pressure her into agreeing to something she was opposed to, just because she believed that it was her duty.

Catelyn turned onto her back then, and a strand of hair fell into her face. He brushed it aside gently, still looking at her. He could do so for an eternity. If this moment – her sleeping next to him – was the only thing the rest of his days consisted it, he would accept it gladly and thank the old and new Gods for it.

As he was looking at her, a smile on his face, he whispered, “I love you, Catelyn.”

Of course he would never tell her so while she was awake.

While Ned could tell that she liked him, it was still difficult to know which part of it was genuine and which might simply be the result of mere duty. After everything he had done, it was difficult to imagine that Catelyn could hold any form of fondness for him. He was not Brandon. He had brought home what she believed to be his bastard son. He could accept her resentment. Yet he knew that there was no resentment of her part. He knew that she was fond of him. And as much as that knowledge filled him with joy, it also confused him. Some part of him was still certain that there must be some hatred towards him in her heart, and that she only pushed it aside because he was her husband. Therefore, he continued to be careful around her. But secretly, he cherished every moment he got to spend with her.

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Catelyn was lying inside the empty bed, struggling to find sleep. Ned had left for war, and had left her alone at Winterfell, where all she could do was to pray for his safe return.

They just had another child – Arya. Unlike Robb and Sansa, Catelyn could see quite a lot of him in her. She felt extremely grateful that he had still been at Winterfell when his second daughter had been born. But shortly after her birth, he had been called away. They had already known that this might happen, and thankfully, Arya had decided to show her face before he had left. It was a relieving thought, which Catelyn was clinging onto every moment she spent alone inside her dark bedchambers, praying for Ned’s safety and health.

Catelyn sighed and turned to her side, staring at the empty pillow. It was not just her worry that kept her awake. She also felt lonely. She missed him, deeply. The past months, he had spent every night next to her – many nights, she had fallen asleep with him by her side, listening to his heartbeat. Some other nights, she had already been asleep before he had joined her, but she had always woken up next to him – either to his smile, or to him still fast asleep, granting her the possibility to watch him in his sleep. Now, she was alone. And she feared that she would remain alone.

However, the Gods had mercy with her. He had returned, safely, a smile on his face during a formal greeting in the courtyard. She had then impatiently waited until they were granted time alone. After a night of long, draining celebrations, they had finally ended up inside her bedchambers.

He had not talked too much about the time away, and she did not ask any questions, as she did not know whether he wanted to talk about it. There was a fresh scar on his chest, however. Perhaps, one day, he would share the story of that scar with her. For now, Catelyn simply told him about everything that had happened in his absence. She talked to him about the children – how Robb’s archery had improved, how Sansa had been asking for him every single day, and how much Arya had grown. He listened and smiled and laughed.

Her heart was full of relief and happiness, watching him lying next to her, a smile on his face. Just a few years ago, she would have never believed to feel that way about the strange, reserved man she had married. Now, she felt safe and comfortable with him. Now, she wanted nothing more than to spend every moment of her day with him. Now, she was in love with him.

Yet she had never told him that, and she could not bring herself to do so now. Something held her back. Perhaps, because she knew that his heart might belong to someone else.

Catelyn then softly brushed along his fresh scar as he was looking at her with gentle eyes. “I am immensely grateful you returned safely, my lord,” she said then. Biting her lip, she added, “I missed you.”

To her surprise, the smile had vanished from his face as he stared at her, silent for a moment. Catelyn almost feared that she had said something wrong. But then, the smile reappeared. “I missed you as well.” He raised his hand, brushing through her hair, looking at her before he suddenly said, “I love you, Catelyn.”

She stared at him, surprised at his words. Almost instinctively, she bent down to kiss him then. He pulled her closer as her heart filled with joy at his words and touch. As they parted, she gently brushed along his cheeks with her fingers. “I love you too, Eddard Stark.”

At that, his face lightened up, although there was a slightly odd look on it as he seemed to be examining her face. She did not know why, but she simply gave him a soft smile. Then, his own smile grew and he pulled her down for another kiss as Catelyn smiled against his lips, closing her eyes with a feeling of contentment she had never felt before.

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[thornfield13713]

How do all your Tavs/Durges respond to the drow twins?

Nobody's taken them up on it yet. Though I have hopes for my next protagonist.

Excellence was interested in a vague, 'sure, yeah, sounds like it might be a fun afternoon' way - she's demisexual, sure, in that she doesn't feel attraction unless she's very into someone, but if Gale was up for it, she wouldn't mind a chance to have sex with him while also enjoying the possibilities of a few more bodies in the mix. Gale was not up for it, and that was fine, they didn't go for it, and had a conversation later about what Excellence's attitude towards the whole thing actually was and whether she'd one day want something Gale couldn't offer. (And another conversation later about the use of magical doppelgangers in order to have an orgy of just her and Gale).

Rosie was...Rosie has issues around love, sex and self-control, and- it's not a coincidence that she falls for Karlach, the physically biggest, strongest and toughest member of the party. Not that she's opposed to a bit of debauchery, but...well, it's not that long ago Bhaal nearly made her kill Karlach, and she thought Alfira was cute before that happened, so she's not altogether sure that Bhaal's influence over her doesn't get worse when she's romantically or sexually interested in a person. Best not to risk it.

Thoradin is a soppy romantic, and while if he were alone he might be interested in a handsome drow (possibly ending up as one of the hundreds upon thousands of customers who ask the male drow - I can't find what their names are - for his Drizzt Do'Urden impression, given his massive fanboy crush)...he's with Wyll. So, no dice there either, though there was a certain amount of attraction there.

And Ned is an awkward bean who is also just...pretty screwed-up about sex. Their first and most significant sexual experiences were all somewhat...well, the first was the traditional Arach-Tinilith graduation orgy with the demon, and Ned happened to be top of their class, so guess who got the 'honour' of obligatory sex with a (not especially humanoid) demon! After that- their experiences haven't been...things haven't been great. And then there was Astarion, and Ned is just as much blindly fumbling about trying to figure out how to have a healthy relationship with no real model for it as he is. His allusions to having had a lot of lovers before all the details came out meant that they started by just letting Astarion lead the way, and they've sort of stuck with that, but they don't really trust anyone else enough to be willing to let them lead the same way.

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[bellarkeselection]

Our Little Catelyn

Request from TheBaseballBabe on Wattpad Robb and his wife are announcing to the family that they are expecting. The family is so excited for them when they welcome a beautiful baby girl that they name Catelyn after his mom.

@makeshift-prime @rosie-posie08 @kittykylax

Tugging on my light brown fur cloak I try to calm my nerves of today. The door to my chambers open and I smiled feeling the familiar arms of my husband Robb wrapping around me from behind. He kisses my forehead smiling softly. "How's my girls doing today?" He asked where I turned around in his embrace wrapping my arms around his neck smiling. "We're fine. I just hope you're parents will be okay you're married to a Lannister." We accidentally slept together after a few too many drinks when King Robert rode North. He leans down kissing my forehead then intertwining my hand in his slightly bigger one. Leading me through the castle and into the great hall where his father sits on his throne underneath the giant direwolf flag. His wife sitting beside him in a slightly smaller throne their eyes locked onto us. His mother didn't trust me simply because of my former last name which made me feel guilty that I would have to hope she would like me someday for the sake of the infant growing inside me.

"You're going to be fine I promise dear." Robb whispered in my ear slowly tugging me forward so we stood directly before his parents. The lord and lady of Winterfell. Ned Stark sat up straighter in his chair resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "What do you need to tell us, Robb. We already know of your arrangement-" His wife cut him off which suprised me. "And we still don't agree to it. You must remember the Lannister's are not to be trusted!" He placed his hand over his wife's calming her down. Squeezing Robb's hand in mine I pouted at her words feeling guilty. "Mother, I know you don't trust lady Y/n. But I do. And she's - we're gonna have a baby. A baby girl." Ned rose to his feet suddenly wrapping his arms around me and his son grinning proudly at us chuckling. "Oh that's wonderful news son."

Catelyn got to her feet walking over to me slowly arms at her sides for a moment then she wrapped her arms around me in a gentle hug. I stiffened a little suprised by her embrace then I wrapped my arms around her returning the silent hug. Robb and Ned are both watching our interaction until we broke the hug. "Being a mother is the greatest gift Y/n. Enjoy every moment you can. And I know my son will be there for you. We raised him right." She glanced to her first born who pulled her in for a hug replying. "Thank you mother. We already have a name picked out." His father and I shared the same hopeful smile as I moved my hands to rest down on my growing belly. Robb's hand rests on my lower back aa his way of telling me he's right here in silence. "We were thinking of naming her Cat. In honor of you Lady Catelyn Stark." I explained before she pulled me in for another hug showing the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face. "That's wonderful my darling girl. Just wonderful." Robb kisses the crown of my head when I embraced him in a hug smiling in relief.

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The way home…

Synopsis: Jon and his omega mate spend their day doing the usual until they arrive back in time. But where are they and how do they get home?

• All begann on a cold morning in Winterfell. Yn was sure that even if it was really cold he had to go and train with the boys. So he slowly crawled out of bed and put on his clothes. Before he was done he heard some noises from the hallway and then two little boys came running inside. Behind them Yn could hear Jon silently cursing and while the boys gave Yn morning kisses, Jon arrived. It was their usually routine.

• After breaking fast with the Starks and their household, Yn sent the boys to the maester and he himself went to the training yard. Some men were already there waiting for him to arrive, however some were still putting their training clothes on. The training begann with the usual warm up and then swordplay. Theon was on the other side of the field teaching the young and women archery. Jon arrived shortly after to watch them, Yn felt his eyes on him and he tried to hide his blush. Everything was normal.

• Until something changed. One second Yn was in the yard then the next he was still in the yard but something changed. There were no boys with wooden swords, no men with morningstars and clearly no Theon with his archery skills. Yn wondered for a moment what was going on and he looked for Jon without thinking. He was there, looking daised, and Yn just ran to him in time. His knees gave up after a second and they plopped down on the floor. Jon was white as snow, his usually rosiness disappeared. Before Yn could open his mouth Jon woke up. They stared at each other, then at the yard and then at the man in furs wearing the Starks direwolf.

• Looking back Yn could only think about how he should have stayed in bed. They were in Sansas‘ solar sitting before the Lord of Winterfell, Ned Stark. It was an awful reunion. While to room was warm, Ned wasn’t. He took his time to asses Yn and then he turned to Jon. He silently watched him, from his head to his toes. Yn was sure that the scars and the colors Jon wore didn’t escape him. It was silent and Yn did not have any idea what to say. He looked pleadingly at Jon but he looked like he was made of stone. His mouth was a hard line, he sat like he swallowed a sword and his scent didn’t let anything known. After Yn marveled at Jon he turned back to Ned with a sight. To his surprise the father of Jon was looking at him, Yn tried to surpass a blush at being caught looking at Jon. Ned and Yn stared at each other, Jon was watching the fire in the heard, and Yn was sure that their would sit in this room until they froze over until somebody knocked. Instead of answering Ned went to the door and slightly opened it. After seeing who was on the other side of the room he went out. Yn wasn’t sure what was going on. What he was sure about was that they were in the past.

• After waiting for something to happen Yn stood up and walked around the room. Jon was watching him, silently thinking. After not seeing anything interesting Yn moved his chair closer to Jon‘s. Jon face warmed up a little bit and he stretched his hands out. Yn gently took it and kissed one of his knuckles. Seeing Jon‘s face Yn could barely hold his laugh inside. Instead he leaned over to Jon and kissed him. Jon deepend the kiss while he cupped Yn face in his hands. Suddenly the door opened and they flew apart.

• Ned was standing in the doorway, looking at them. Yn was sure that he knew what they did, he couldn’t help but feel like when he got caught as a child doing something he wasn’t ought to do. Nevertheless Ned didn’t say anything he just came inside and sat down at the ancient oak table. It was quit awkward until Ned sighed, leaned back on his chair and begann to talk. He explained that he was in the Gods Wood before the hearthtree when he had the feeling that he should go to oversee the training yard. Their he saw both of them. He paused for a second, waiting for a replie from the two but neither Jon nor Yn said anything. After that Ned explained that nobody could see them since Jon was only six years old. He left the fact out that he didn’t even know Yn.

• Shortly after their discussion, well only Ned talked, a servant knocked and waited outside the door. Ned only opened the door to take the food but Yn eyes meet with the young woman’s. She seemed surprised but before she could do anything Ned closed the door on her. They went on to eat in silence and after washing down the hard bread and cheese with ale, they sat in silence. It was so awkward. Jon wasn’t in the mood to speak, Yn didn’t know what to talk about and Ned has already spoken.

• They continued to sit in silence until Yn took a deep breath and begann to talk where they were. Ned listened and nodded along the story but Yn didn’t have a lot to talk about. When he was done both of them looked at Jon who only nodded. As before everybody was still. The quietness of the room was sharp, only the burning wood and the breathtaking could be heard. Both Ned and Yn were waiting for something to happen but Jon didn’t do anything.

• Suddenly the door opened and a red faced lady burst inside. All three of them jumped up, Jon and Yn had already drew their swords. Before they could do anything, Ned shouted Catelyn, jumped next to her and shoved her out. He went out too and after closing the door Yn could barely hold himself up. He withdrew his sword and turned to Jon. After seeing his face full of disbelief Yn laughed out loud. The situation they found themselves was so absurd that Yn could only laugh. Even Jon begann to chuckle.

• They tried to stay serious but when Ned came back without Lady Catelyn, Jon and Yn looked at each other and they giggled. Ned had a red hand print on his face and he looked like a man who tried to control a situation but failed miserably. Yn was sure that this was a sigh that Jon has never seen. Before Ned could muster up something to say, Jon first spoke up.

• They got a tiny room in a secluded part of Winterfell. They had a bed and heard at least. After supper they went to the room and a tub awaited them. Yn climbed into it while Jon looked around the room. After he was done he sat down next to the tub. They didn’t speak until Yn asked him if the lady called Catelyn was the late Lady Stark. Jon only hummed positively. When Yn was done he didn’t bother with clothes, he climbed under the furs in the bed and waited for Jon. Yn was almost sleeping when Jon finally joined him. Jon cuddled closer and they went to sleep in each others arms.

• Yn woke up. The room was warm and Jon was sleeping. It was unusual. Jon always woke up before him to read the letters and help Sansa with the Kingdom. So he was left alone, without Jon and the fire. But not today. It took Yn a second to realize what was going on. While he pondered about the weird day they had Jon woke up. They greeted each other with kissed and cuddles and Yn was content with staying in bed. After they got dressed Jon sat down on a chair next to the fireplace. Yn settled down on his lap. Jon pulled him closer than closed his eyes. Yn left him rest and basked in his scent.

• They stayed together for a few hours until Ned knocked and came in the room. He greeted them and signaled towards the hallway. Both Jon and Yn followed him and after Ned saw them coming he begann to quickly walk. By the time they arrived in the godswood Yn was out of breath. He was sure that they walked all around Winterfell. It was warm and misty in the godswood. They walked towards the hearth tree. Yn could only marvel weirwood. It’s face, ever unchanging, stared at them with the red sap coming out it’s eyes. Yn was sure that Bloodraven was watching. They went to the pond next to the weirwood . Ned turned to them and unexpectedly hugged Jon. When they were done saying goodbye’s Ned turned toward Yn and kissed his hand. Yn couldn’t help but blush, it always surprised him. Ned expressed his hope about them and thanked Yn for being with Jon, this time Jon blushed. Ned only chuckled and pointed them to the pond and told them what to do to go home. Before Jon could ask him how he knew Ned turned around and disappeared in the fog.

• Jon and Yn went in the pond holding hands. The water was warm around the edges and it got hotter and hotter. In the middle it was so hot that Yn stopped but Jon just tugged him forwards. The second they arrived in the deepest part they lost footing and went bellow the waters‘ surface.

• The water turned incredibly cold. Yn couldn’t see and had a hard time finding the ground and lost Jon in the water. Suddenly he had stones bellow his foot and he pushed himself up. He opened his eyes as he got out. The water reached to his middle and it was freezing cold but Yn couldn’t care less. He felt dread building up deep in his stomach when he looked around. Jon wasn’t there. Only big mountains and a river. Mountains and a river that he had never seen before.

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