#what in the lannister hell was happening here

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

🍋ladyjonquil Follow

i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

🤡florianthefool Follow

i'm so happy for you my jonquil

🐦littlefinger Follow

thanks for sharing my lady

🏹kissedbyfire Follow

PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

👸🏼daenerys-targaryen-tracker Follow

🐎raeqqo Follow

by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

🐉3heads Follow

shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

🪓cerwynnation Follow

lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

💗ramsays-sharpest-blade Follow

Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

🐐the-goat Follow

i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

🏰freygirl73 Follow

ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

🐟greenfork Follow

TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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HELL YEAH BROTHER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

🔥heatofdorne Follow

i wanna ***** ********* on ellaria sand's **** and *** ****** then call in oberyn and ***** **** them both until **** *****

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🌊onthesunsetsea Follow

why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

🐺direwolfing Follow

TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀

💙cassssanna Follow

actually i think it's still for king joffrey

🦁lann1sporter Follow

lol i thought it was for robb stark

🥂arborgold Follow

maybe it's for the mountain?

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD LORD COMMANDER 300 AC

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DOLOROUS EDD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY AGAINST THE OTHERS

🕊️ just-a-humble-sparrow Follow

mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

❤️‍🔥stannis-sweep Follow

stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

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is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀

#ran out of the separators just imagine them #a storm of swords #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #a song of ice and fire

[supernaturalgirl20]

The Viper

Pairings: Oberyn Martell x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+ (not with reader), explicit, cursing, kidnapping, sexual thoughts, violence, mention of assault (very brief), mind games.

Summary: Oberyn is becoming enamoured by you, stirring feelings he thought long buried. His plan is set in motion. Temp you to the dark side.

A/N: completely forgot to post this earlier. Anyway, here it is 🥰 it will be told in dual POV. Each part jumps from reader to Oberyn.

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Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

He could feel the ghost of your touch as he walked away from your room. The warmth of your hand on his thigh sparked something in him that he didn’t think he would ever feel again. Certainly not for a Lannister, but he couldn’t deny that you were different. That something about you drew him in like a moth to a flame. 

It didn’t help that you were beautiful. Or that the dress you had on clung to your curves in all the right ways. You were a temptress sent to test him and he was loath to give in. He was going to have to be careful. He couldn’t let you get under his skin. Or into his heart. He had plans and catching feelings, wasn’t one of them. 

***

The sound of laughter pulled him from his thoughts as he made his way through the house. Specifically, Ellaria’s, and he knew there was only one person who made her laugh like that. 

Jaron. 

Oberyn was furious. His mind replayed the way he had been with you and a burning rage filled his veins as he stalked towards him. How dare he touch you like that. How dare he touch any woman like that. 

He wasn’t in the habit of hurting women, never had been, but even more so now after what happened to his sister. So, when he entered the doorway of your room and saw the way he was touching you, had heard the words he spoke, he wanted nothing more than to drive a knife through his heart. 

“What the hell was that?” He snarled, his voice echoing through the air. Jaron had been sitting with his arm around Ellaria whispering into the shell of her ear when he flinched at the sound of his boss's voice. 

“Boss.” He stuttered as he jumped to his feet, eyes shifting nervously around the room, hoping one of the other men would step in and save him. They didn’t. 

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” His fists were clenched at his side as he tried to restrain himself. 

“Come on, boss. I was just trying to scare the girl. Wasn’t gonna do anything.” He chuckled, shifting from one foot to the other. 

“Didn’t look that way to me,” Oberyn growled, his breaths becoming shorter with each word he spoke.  “You know how I feel about the matter.”

“Don’t know why you’re getting so worked up anyway, ain’t she a Lannister? If it were me, I’d have my way with her and then throw her to the wolves.” Oberyn growled, charging toward Jaron and pinning him against the wall.

 The sound of Jaron choking as Oberyn cut off his air had caused Ellaria to stand and gently place her hand on his arm, hoping to calm him. Just like it had many times before, but it didn’t ease the rage that was burning like wildfire within him. 

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me,” he roared, and she flinched, quickly removing her hand from him. His gaze remained focused on Jaron as he began to slowly lose consciousness. “You ever touch her again, and I won’t hesitate to kill you. Lannister or not, while she remains here, she’s under my protection. Got it?”

He releases his hand from around Jarons neck and he quickly takes in a gasped breath. He nods his head, avoiding Oberyn’s gaze. 

“That goes for everyone in this room. The Martell family doesn’t hurt women. Anyone who thinks otherwise will be killed by me.” 

“Got it, boss.”

“Understood, boss.” It chorused around the room, the men moving aside as Oberyn moved passed them towards his office. The door slammed behind him and once in the safety of his own space, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. 

Opening them slowly again, his gaze turned towards the monitor which gave him a clear view of your room, of you sitting on the bed where he’d left you. 

His jacket was still draped over your shoulders, and he couldn’t get the image of you standing in front of him with nothing on, only his jacket, out of his head. His cock stirred to life for the second time tonight and as much as he wanted to whip his cock out and wrap his hand around it, tugging himself as he came to the sight of you on his screen, he couldn’t. 

Reaching into his pocket he grabbed his phone and dialled Trystane, “Boss?” His voice sounded through the phone. “I want someone for the night.”

“Anyone in particular?” Trystane asked, the sound of his keys jingling on the other end. 

“Rosa,” Oberyn says before hanging up. If he couldn’t have you, then he would bury himself in someone who resembled you. 

***

Twenty minutes later a knock sounded at his door, and he lifted his gaze from the paper in front of him. “Come in.”

Rosa sauntered in, closing and locking the door behind her as she swayed her hips with each step, she took towards him. 

Oberyn’s gaze trailed up and down the curve of her body and it wasn’t lost on him how the dress she wore was very similar to yours. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

Perfect. 

Rosa gasped when he stood suddenly and grabbed her, flipping her around and bending her over his desk. 

He didn’t have time for foreplay tonight. He needed to get relief, and he needed it now. He undid his trousers, letting them fall to his knees as he lifted Rosa’s dress finding her bare beneath. 

He groaned and a small squeak escaped her lips when he spanked her ass. Grabbing her hair he pulled her back toward him. “The only sound I want to hear from you is you moaning my name. Got it?”

Rosa shivered, feeling his hot breath on her skin. “Yes sir.” Pushing her back down onto the desk, he ran his lined himself up and thrust into her. 

Her moans echoed through the room, and he kept his grip on her head so she wouldn’t look back at him. He needed to keep the illusion that she was you. 

His eyes drifted to the monitor and the sight of you pulling his jacket tighter around you had him cumming hard. “Fuck,” he groaned, his hips faltering to a stop. 

“That was amazing,” Rosa said, groaning when he pulled out of her. Oberyn pulled up his trousers and fixed himself before turning to her and ordering her out. 

“I thought you’d like it if I waited and sucked your cock.”

“Get out,” he shouted, his face stern as he watched her scramble out the door.  There was only one set of lips he pictured wrapped around his cock, and it wasn’t hers. 

***

Oberyn sat for what felt like hours in his office, watching you on the screen as you flitted about the room. He was going to find it hard to give you up and he didn’t even know you. 

“Trystane,” he called through the radio. “Yeah, boss.”

“Take Y/N to my room and let her shower. Give her a new set of clothes and have dinner brought to my room.” Oberyn sat back in his chair lifting his feet onto his desk. 

“Sure thing, boss.” The radio crackled to life again as Oberyn held the button. “And Trystane, make it dinner for two.”

Oberyn couldn’t help the smile that threatened to make its way onto his face as he watched you curl into a ball on the cot. You were a sweet innocent little lamb, and he was the devil sent to corrupt you. 

The sound of his phone vibrating with a text pulls his gaze away from you. 

Tell me when and where. And don’t you lay a finger on my daughter, or I’ll end you, Martell. 

Oh, I won't lay a finger on her, I’ll put my goddamn hands all over her. I’ll reach out and grip her close as she rides my cock. Oberyn thought as he looked at the monitor again.

He was going to take you from your family, in more ways than one.

Part 3

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[ikilledjoffery]

Hiii how are you ?

Can u write daemon Targaryen x reader. She can be a Lannister or a Stark and daemon bring her a gift

Lannister a little lion ou a dire wolf that he found on a mission or something and everyone in court is like: normal husband will present his wife with gold, daemon bring a wild animal.

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“Someone get that beast out of here! Lock all the doors!” Peeking out from the doorway in which you were hiding in, you saw a bigger woman screaming and flailing her arms running away.

“What in the seven hells is that all about?” With a whisper you leaned out the door a bit farther looking for the source of her upset. But all you were met with was more chaos. People of the court fleeing and throwing things in random directions. The party had turned into a madhouse. 

“Y/n!” Jason Lanisters irritatingly shrill voice burned your ears as he spoke, rudely entering the little hidey hole you had put yourself in. 

“Hello to you, Jason.” Rolling your eyes you moved back to sit at the small table in the corner nearest the window as he looked all panicked leaning against the doorway heaving in air like he had been held underwater for a while. 

“Put your dragon in a damn cage!” He yelled at you, his cape ripped on one side making him look more lopsided than he normally was. Jason’s finger was bleeding the slightest bit as he pointed it at you. The amount of distress he was in would’ve been concerning if he wasn’t always a giant baby. 

“I have no dragon?” You cocked your head to the side and picked up your goblet taking a small sip from it as you watched Jason’s eyes free themselves from his head. 

“Daemon! Fucking Daemon!” He jumped up and down a little as he threw a fit meant for a toddler. His skin turned as red as pieces of his uniform as he displayed his true nature. 

“Daemon isn’t here Jason, he was sent by his brother to retrieve materials in the west hills.” You were somewhat sick of hearing things get blamed on Daemon as this was quite the usual behavior of many. Most generally you did have to stand up for his actions or lack thereof. 

“The fuck he isn’t! He let a lion loose in the castle! In the fucking castle Y/n!  That ass is trying to kill us all.” Jason took steps further into the room, his legs visibility shook. 

“So you’re telling me if I leave this room I will find Daemon somewhere along with a lion?” A smile that Jason did not appreciate spread across your features, along with an eye roll that made him want to take his sword out and knock your head clean off. 

“YES!” He screamed, shaking his head from side to side stomping his foot. 

“Alright.” With a chuckle you rose from your seat, downed the rest of your drink, and walked past Jason gesturing to him to take your seat. You shut the door behind yourself as you walked into the open floor room. People were still scattering, fighting, running, crying, and acting a fool. 

“This does look very Daemon oriented.” Speaking at a normal voice seemed odd to do in the circumstances but you were talking to yourself seeing as to how no one else was in a listening mood. 

“Princess! Go to your room! Run!” One of the guards that was cowering behind a large pillar decorated in gold yelled over to you. 

“From what? I see nothing.” You looked around yourself and around the room as he continued to warn you of the dangers that surrounded you. That was until you saw movement from underneath a curtain. 

“Hello?” You bent down slightly and creeped over to the moving curtain despite protests from many. The curtain was moving around and little paws were making prints and scratch marks through the red fabric. An attempt that looked like climbing happened before you were fully able to touch the curtain. 

Taking a deep breath in, expecting a rat or an invasive wild animal, you moved the curtain back and sitting hiding its feet was a tiny little lion cub. 

“You're the big scary lion?” With a laugh you scooped the small scared creature in your arms as it shook and started pawing at your dress trying to create a place to rest and hide its head. 

“So you like him?” A voice piped up from behind you over the chaos that somehow continued to spread like wildfire. There stood Daemon with a smug grin on his face as his eyes jumped between you and the court that was ary. 

“Daemon, why did you bring me a lion?” You sighed and chuckled at your husband while also readjusting the small creature in your arms.

“It’s a gift, Targaryens have dragons, Lannisters have lions.” Though his response would sound correct from his perspective seeing as to how they were represented by dragons and had dragons the same could not be said for Lannisters. 

“No darling, we do not have lions. Clearly” Gesturing toward the mess with your head you tried to show him that he was incorrect.

“Clearly you do now.” He pointed at the small cub falling asleep in your arms, clinging onto the bodice of your dress. 

“Daemon, why was he running around unsupervised?” You had played the scenario you had entered again remembering Jason’s theatrics about seeing Daemon and the Lion. 

“He was trying to find you, I gave him your scent. The little lion almost found you, he just had a lot of people to get through.” Daemon rationalized letting a lion run around freely without any regulations. In a party meant for the court nonetheless. 

“Thank you.” Taking a step forward you placed your head against his chest not able to give him a proper hug as both your arms were fully occupied. 

“Anything for you my love.” Daemon sounded somewhat sarcastic as he put his arms around you not enough to crush your new friend. He pressed a kiss into your hair as you snuggled closer into his body. 

“There he is! That monster!” Jason had found his way out of the room, most likely after having a breakdown but he still managed to stand a good distance away and scream at the two of  you. 

“Monster? The small cat or my husband who brought me a little gift?” Watching you challenge Jason was something that Daemon often enjoyed.

“That’s a lion you idiot! A lion that HE let loose!” Jason put his hands on his hips and placed one foot in front of the other one. 

“It’s barely a lion! Look at it! It’s the size of a newborn babe, and it’s sleeping like one as well. He let it loose because he didn’t expect a bunch of fully grown adults to rise in panic over such a small creature that represents us.” Daemon put an arm around your shoulders, letting his hand drape over your arm as he smiled at Jason and the rest of the remaining court. 

“I apologize for my reaction, your highness.” One of the ladies stepped next to her husband and offered an apology. 

“But we didn’t expect a live animal. Normal husbands give their wives gold. Daemon gave you a lion cub. You can see where that would be a bit of a shock.” Her husband looked down at her with an upset look on his face, then returned to looking at the two of you. 

“Yes, well Daemon has never been credited for doing the traditional things.” Pride was what your voice exhibited as you spoke of your husband who stood pulling you as close to him as he could get. Your grins matched one another as you looked amongst your peers. 

“And I never will. However, I will bring you a pack of lions if this is what happens.” Daemon jested leaning down to kiss the side of your head. 

“Gods you are something else Daemon…”

#daemon imagine #daemon x reader #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen x reader

[first-edition]

Fox and the Hound

Chapter 11

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- talk of previous forced marriage, mention of death, description of blood and gore, description of prostitution, mention or beating, 18+ words and themes overall. Slight angst.

Slightly prof read sorry for any errors

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You sit your back against Sandors chest as  he steers the horse you both sit on. You're wrapped in his cloak keeping you warm, the sun peeking up over the mountains, the first light of day breaking as you see the smoke from the burning ships in Kings landing behind you. 

Sandor keeps a firm arm around your waist holding the horse's reins with the other. 

“I know where we can go.” you say. 

“Mm.” he grunts. 

“Home..my home.” you say 

“Volantis? You want to go east.” he says. You nod. 

“Hm” he responds lightly, turning the horse. 

“Where are you going?” you ask. 

“South…There's a merchant ship yard where you'll be able to get on a boat and then take a carriage. The next merchant ship yard is miles off so we'll be riding for a while but we should get there before dark.” he says.

“You're coming with me sandor.” you speak it as more of a demand than a request. 

“I'm not.” he replies. 

“You are.” you fight back. 

“Not.” 

“Yes.” “No.”

“Sandor clegane as your wife, mother of your child, and princess of the very place WE are headed for, I'm ordering you to join me.” you snap. He stops the horse and looks down to you. Before looking back up and continuing the horse forward. A small victorious smile hits your face. 

“Volantis it is.. I guess.” he says you rest your head against his chest in peace, his arm around your waist tightens a bit pulling you closer to him. 

“What do you think will happen to king's landing?” You ask. He scoffs at your question giving no fucks to whats to happen to the place. 

“If Stannis has taken it he’ll be putting a bounty on everyone who flead, me, you servant, commoners. And if not there will still be bounty and the lannisters will still be a bag of cunts.” he says gruffly. 

“When they killed my brother…they sent his head to my family with a note that I was to be married to you or the fate my brother withstood would soon be mine…” you trial off. Sandor can feel a slight pain in his heart as you speak about the forced marriage you two had shared how much he felt like he didn't want you, how he thought you were another stuck up useless little princess how badly he treated you and yet you still stood at that alter and kissed him and even invited him into your bed…but it was out of fear..isn't it?” 

“Do you remember when we wed?” you ask placing your hand over his that rests on your stomach. 

“Yes.” he says coldly, mostly afraid of the awful things you are going to say about it. 

“I remember how nice you looked. That the armory had made you the golden armor and seamstress had sewn a new cloak, were you comfortable?” you ask. Sandor knits his eyebrows together in confusion. 

“No.” he answers anyway. 

“Me either the dress cersi chose for me was corseted to hell, and itchy but…looking back on it i don't think i was scared…I want to tell myself that only married you so my head wouldn't be sent to my mother and father but i can't. I know now that I married you because the gods willed me to love you, I was never afraid of you like everyone else and  becoming yours was the best thing that has happened to me in a while.” you say looking up at him.

He leans down to you pressing a kiss to your lips before you sit back against him and continue the ride twords the merchant shipyard. You hum the song your mother would always sing to you to help you sleep and eventually you find yourself drifting to sleep as the swaying of the horse and the steady sound of Sandors beating heart lulls you to drift, it helps that you'd been awake all night fearing for you life. 

—-----

You wake up to hear the same humming you fell asleep to, too sandors humming the song now having got it stuck in his head after hearing it three times before you fell under the sandman's curse. 

The sun is high in the sky now most likely around 1 pm but it's slightly cast out but the snowing clouds. 

“How far are we?” you ask, looking around tiredly rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. 

“We'll be passing the harvest hall in a moment.” he says as the forest path opens to a clearing, seeing the small town full of people and sellers. 

“We have to pass through prince’s pass and get on the ships at sun spear if we want to arrive in volantis by the day after tomorrow.” he says 

“Sun spear? Dornish country.” you say. Sandor nods. 

A crowd of people passing to the square of the town stops the horse. They all yell about some foreign scum throwing someone into the frozen mud. 

“What's going on?” you ask.

“Does Not concern us.'' Sandor grunts as he heels the horse to move but it doesn't as there's too many people blocking the way out. 

“A SQUIRE FROM KINGS LANDING WAS FOUND IN MY BARN!” a man yells at you frowning in confusion. A break in the crowd allows you to see the accused. Joss. 

“S-sandor, that's joss.” you speak out. 

“So..” he says. 

“Let me down," you say, pulling away from him. 

“y/n no. the villagers will have their way with him.” he speaks. 

“He’s just a boy!” you exclaim. Holding onto the horse as you try to get down off the large clydesdale. 

“Fuck me…wait.” he says and easily hops off the horse before holding onto you lifting you up and off steadying you on the ground. You pick up your dress before running through the crowd. 

“Damn! Y/N!” Sandor yells running after you shoving people out of the way to get to you. 

“S-Stop! Stop!” you yell out as a man kicks joss. 

“Oh looky here a little lady has come to play.” He says. 

“Please stop, that's my husband's squire.” you say. 

“This little shit was hiding in my barn bringing his shame with him when the Lannister found him here they’ll have all our heads!” the farmer yells. 

“Th-the lannisters?” you ask. 

“Yeah pretty girl they won, tywin took them out!” he yells and everyone cheers. 

“Please just.. Let him go. I have money and as long as he's safe.” you plead. 

“You a Lannister bitch?!” he asks. 

“No..i-” you're about to clarify. 

“Y/n!” Sandor calls you entering the middle clearing. 

The man turns to sandor giving you a chance to hurry to joss wrapping your cape around him keeping him as warm as you can. 

“You're sandor clegane.” the man speaks then turns his attention to you helping joss to his feet. 

“Give us the quire and we’ll be on our way.” Sandor speaks with his hand resting on the handle of his sword. 

“The queen wants your head clegane the money I’d get for that is worth more than a scrawny squire.” the man speaks. 

“What do they call you?” Sandor asks. 

“Byran.” the man answers. 

“You're not getting my head bryan but ill be getting yours if you don't step aside.” Sandor huffs. Bryan chuckles, putting his hands on his hips puffing out his chest. 

“You can have your squire, for a price.” he speaks again, glaring at your husband. Sandor grumbles in annoyance. 

“Her, your traveling wench. Just a night with that pretty little thing.” Bryan speaks pointing towards you.

Sandor looks at you as you stand with joss as he fetched the horse and is now holding onto the reins for you. 

“She’s not for sale.” Sandor speaks gruffly as he turns back to face the man who just chuckles and shakes his head.

“20 minutes then. I’ll easily go through you to get that tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.” Bryan asks stupidly speaking once more.

Sandor sighs and steps up closer to the man would just hold his ground standing straight regardless of your large intimidating husband towering over him.

“You touch her and I’ll hang you from that tavern overhang with a noose made out of your own guts.” Sandor speaks sternly. The man just laughs, turning his head away before he opens his mouth to speak again but is cut off by sandor.

“You think I’m joking?” Sandor replies but before he gives the man a chance to speak he punches him square in the jaw, his armored glove cutting into the man’s jaw slicing gashes into the man’s skin. The man falls into the mud gasping and coughing in pain as his broken, bloody jaw hangs loosely. Bryan writhes in pain on the ground. 

“Come on.” Sandor says to you as he walks twords you. 

“Get on I'll walk.” he speaks to joss who nods and lifts himself up onto the horse. Sandor  lifts you up and onto the horse before taking the reins to lead you both. 

“Sandor.” you speak looking down to him as you pass through the dissipating crowd. 

“Thank you.” you say. He only grunts compliance making you smile.

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[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

13 - Dragged Through the Violence

Paring: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader (Slow Burn), Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader (Past)

Length: 9.5k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, slow burn, reference/allusions to rape, physical violence, torture, nonconsensual sexual language, consensual smut in flashback, consensual orgasm denial in flashback, talk of forced marriage and pregnancy

Notes: The nightmare train just keeps chugging along. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here.

Reunions were an odd thing, many spoke of them in reverence and happiness, of joy and relief to find yourself finding people or place that felt long and lost to you. Coming together in a place that give you back a sense of identity, or reminds you of how far you’ve come since the last time. Some found a deep happiness in their reunion, whereas some were the exact opposite. 

The dark of the night, snow lightly falling onto the ground now covered in wreck and blood in the aftermath of a fight was where the first was found. The mutineers of Craster’s Keep lay dead as their aloof attitudes made it easy for Jon and the others to sneak up on them and end the fight before it had any true chance of getting off the ground. 

Much had been lost to him now. The North that was his home lay in the hands of the Boltons under the Lannister control, ripped away from the brother who meant the world to him as well the one person who Jon felt empty without. It was as if he could always sense you before, but now there was a dark space in his heart that was not willing to find any reason to mend. 

Even though it seemed all he once called family was gone, there was one he knew for sure of their fate, now was somewhere out in this same frozen north beyond the Wall he stood currently, but what he was doing out here Jon didn’t know or where to even look. Bran was somewhere in this very North but Jon knew he would never find him in it. Just like another, only this wasn’t Jons brother. This missing one, was like part of his own identity he lost. 

Jon had to send Ghost away that day in the cave. Ghost could understand what was inside Jon’s head sometimes better then himself, and not for a moment would the direwolf had let any of it happen. But he had to, he had come too far to get his eyes inside Mance Rayder’s camp and to fail to complete this now would only mean death awaited him. Prove your worth or die, and proving his worth meant sending his one last means to protect himself away. 

He hadn’t seen Ghost since, and maybe that is what made Jon trick himself. If he pretended he wanted it, if he pretended he wanted her and cared about her it meant that he wasn’t forced into it. Without Ghost to remind him of a truth outside the complicated mess of inside his mind, Jon found no other way to cope with what he was being forced to do then pretend he liked it and he wanted all of this. But then he couldn’t anymore. 

The lies too much, and the warnings of who Ygritte truly was kept coming until then the arrows did as well. Ending the facade and in his dreams is when he found you in a pool of blood fading away only to wake up and be told it was real. He lost his family, his home, his brother, and the woman he actually loved. And what was left to Jon? Nothing but the Watch. Not even Ghost, the only thing he had left that understood him. 

That was, until in the bloody aftermath, his attention was dragged over as Grenn called his name. Looking over to the small open path inside of Craster’s Keep from the Northern entrance came a white four legged figure that as soon as their red eyes found Jon’s grey ones, he felt a bit of himself return enough that he saw nothing else around him. 

Ghost had not been seen since that day, but here he was walking right into the Keep towards him. “Where in Seven Hells?  Come here,” A grin forming on his face as he beckoned his direwolf over, crouching down to meet where his head would be. 

The sight off to many, this pure white and large Direwolf walking up to Jon Snow with a small little whine in the back of his throat as he leaned into the gentle brushing of Jon’s hand against his fur. A creature that many dismissed as a beast, but as Ghost and Jon looked to the other there was nothing else around for that moment. 

He had enough lying to himself about what and who he was or wanted, but as he looked so gently at Ghost? Jon felt more of himself. “I missed you, boy.” Jon smiled in a way he hadn’t since before he left Winterfell. He didn’t have much, hardly any family left, he didn’t even have you left in this world to dream of outside his nightmares of your blood, but Jon did have a duty to do. And with his direwolf back at his side, maybe that would be enough to get Jon through this. 

Little hope was in is life, but you had told Ghost to look out for him. Said that if you ever saw him again, Ghost better have kept him safe. Jon could still see, you knelt down in front of the then smaller direwolf with a gentle touch and affection that none but Jon treated Ghost with. You told Ghost to keep him safe, and Jon wouldn’t dishonour your last wish by sending him away ever again. 

The gods saw fit to reunite Jon with the only last mark of his real identity and he wouldn’t let go of it.

Other reunions weren’t with people though, but places that once which meant something to you. For you though, the conditions weren’t all the dissimilar but vastly opposite of that further north beyond the wall. 

The snow falling to the ground draped the now barren lands in a gorgeous blanket of white, winter had arrived as you arrived yourself, in Winterfell. The last time had been still in the summer, with the royal brigade in toe as you were to marry the man you now had failed. You too were surrounded by blood but not that of others. Your clothes were that of bloody rags hardly resembling the dress you had worn to match Robb at the Twins. 

It was still stained with blood, and there was fresh scars of blood on your skin. Snow and violence proceeded your reunion, but yours was not walking into something of good, but to strip you further of your humanity. Your lip was no longer swollen, but the cut across your bottom lip was scarred red from how difficult it was to heal over. How little it was left to heal, and the scratches and bruises on your face were not large and ugly, but small and subtle. 

Gifts from Ramsay Bolton to remind you of what you would get in larger quantities when his mood struck. Your small cuts stung in the wind, but it was the agony of being on a horse as long as you were with the new other injuries. 

Multiple times as you approached Winterfell, you could feel Theon sneaking glances at you. The dispondant look in your eye and the new wounds that he knew came from one man. You knew there was such little hope left in your eyes as you all came into the main courtyard. 

Years ago, you sat atop a horse in this very place. Looking stern and serious as the King greeted his old friend, “You got fat.” And in this very spot your eyes met Jon’s beautiful grey ones like you were destined by the gods to always drawn to each other no matter what the situation was. Both of you trying to hide away a smirk that was difficult to do as long as you looked at each other. Nothing was like that now, just pain, stares from those who could see your state was unseemly, and your hands tied once more together only in front of you, so you could at least grasp the reins of your own horse. 

Parts of it were run down, the remains of what was lit on fire as a final insult but there too was no welcome here. None who remained in Winterfell accepted the Boltons with anything but a fear for their lives should they do or say anything against them. They all knew what Roose Bolton had done, and no one felt safe now. 

Some you think, may have recognized you. It was difficult, you were clearly unwell, weak, partially tied up and clearly covered in grime, blood, and scattered wounds all over. And your position only spoke to them more as guards all but dragged you onto the ground, shoving you harshly when you stumbled. It made you wince to do so, walking hurt a bit still. He had made sure it would. 

“Fucking all those big, strong wolves made you a fighter, hasn’t it? Unfortunately for you, my lady, but very good for me, I like it when a girl fights back.” 

You had almost given yourself once to a man you always loved, then when you finally did, it was with a husband you grew to love. But now all that remains for you here was being dragged through the violence that left you bleeding and your head in a fog. Both how hard Ramsay liked to slam into the ground, but also from the chaos inside from what came after. 

The Boltons had returned to the Dreadfort from Moat Cailin and the bastard son had been decreed a legitimate son and heir under the word of the now King Tommen. And it all came to you as you dragged yourself up off the ground once he finally saw fit to leave you alone that first night he visited for something more then to speak. Just how truly bleak your life was to be. 

The man himself walking over to you, as you refused to look him in his callous pale blue eyes. “A lovely homecoming for you, my lady. Of course, there must be just a few people missing then you remember, but worry not. We will make sure to give you a fitting reminder of your new life here. Reek,” 

Theon turning to him with a quick startle, his own eyes which had been trying very hard not to look around and see what he too used to have here. Allowing him the small chance to be Theon Greyjoy, letting him see you, something in him was stirring but he couldn’t figure out what and neither could you see it. 

“Prepare a hot bath for the lady, and bring her some fresh clothes. I can’t have my bride walking around in filth as if she’s just a thing like you. That wouldn’t be right, would it?” 

You bit your tongue as your eyes stared hard into the ground. If they thought there was a chance you would allow them to dangle you in front of the north and pretend to be something they all know you aren’t? Then Roose and Ramsay were less clever then they saw themselves as. There was no chance of that.

They had no idea how much you’d been thinking about how that will never happen, if it was the only thing you ever did again. You wanted to throw up as you were eventually led down the halls of the castle. It looked just the same but like that of a stranger too now. So much emptier, colder and more grim with people who had no right to call it their own and no one that belonged there occupy it. 

You had been in these halls so often that you could give a grand tour with your eyes closed, but these halls felt as foreign as those in the Dreadfort to you. The rooms that seemed to be the ones you would all occupy, were not the right ones. Not the main ones. If you were a little more in your right mind, you would have realized there were many places in the castle you would never be allowed to step anywhere near now.

Passing a hall where you knew to find each Stark once, to a different set of corridors until arriving at a partially open door. The guard roughly turned you to him, cutting the restrains free before nodding for you to go in. Bracing a hand slowly on the door frame, you stepped inside with a narrow brow and confused tilt of your head at the sight. One of guest rooms made for such a task, a strong wooden bath sat right in the middle, water steaming from the tops and just at the wardrobe behind it was Walda.

A cheery little smile on her face as she turned to see you before glancing to the guards behind, “I trust you gentleman know it isn’t proper to watch a lady bathe?” As the door closed behind you, it left you and her alone in the room. Walda turning to you with a sigh, “Honestly, they think keep an eye on her means they can never stop looking, no matter how creepy it is.” 

Stepping closer, you could see soaps and small vials laid out. The cold Northern air meshing with the water in front of you, but such kindness felt like a trap. It was too many times a trap. You were a little more blunt then you intended the tone to be as you asked, “What are you doing here?” 

Walda took no notice of it, just coming towards you like it was not a strange sight at all for you both to be here. “Roose told me you’ve been through the ringer, and you do look it. He suggested you may want a helping hand getting settled into your new home and we’ve spent no time together haven’t we?” You hesitantly let her grab your arm and bring you over to the other side of the room as she continued to talk. “We’re going to be Boltons together one day after all. And I know you’re older then myself, but I’ll still be like a mother to you when you marry Ramsay so I may as well start getting used to that now.”

You were quiet as Walda moved to undo the laces at the back of your dress, your eyes strained to the fire in the background of the room as you fought to keep your pounding heart from exploding at such a thought. She went on but you heard but muffled sounds in the fog of your head. 

Kill the King in the North and his Queen, but when you had survived Roose Bolton came up with a new use for you. Legitimize his own monster of a son, and have him marry the once Queen in the North when he is ready to strike to seize the Kingdom as his own. Keep you dead until he was ready to flex his new power by publically dangling an heir to them and thus creating a stronger foothold in the North then the very Lannisters who gave it to him. 

You didn’t die beside Robb, and yet now the gods thought you would stand by and marry into the family who ruined everything? Marry a vile man who had...you didn’t think further. If you pretended it never happened, pretended that it was not real as it was to continue to happen then you didn’t need to say or think of the words at all. 

Ramsay would not marry you yet, but he didn’t let that stop him to show you what married life would be like with him. The door opened, bringing you from your thoughts once more as Theon came in, with a bundle in his hands. Walda paused her movements just as she was helping pull the long sleeves down, “Sit them over there.” 

Theon putting what looked like a fresh set of clothes down before placing himself against the wall, hands clasped in front of him as he tried to look as if he was not there. Walda thought nothing as she pulled the fabric off your skin, certain places needing a good tug as the dried blood stuck to your skin. “The guards following you everywhere might get tiresome, Ramsay suggested giving you Reek to watch over you. Make sure you don’t accidentally walk into trouble, take care of things for you.” 

She seemed to treat it like Theon wasn’t a person, but an object to obey orders as she thought not of how much she was pulling off you. She also said nothing of the extend of wounds and scars on your skin as she did so. Not the arrow wound in your upper arm-

You had tried desperately to hit him with a blade but an array of arrows shot into you to knock you back to the ground. Your stomach soaked in dried blood as she uncovered that too without a care. 

Theon however, you knew was seeing a different story. The cuts on your face were one thing, but purples and yellows and greens along with red welts and cuts sat across various parts of your body that were not there before. From your chest and back with longer slashes, down to your hips and lower, around your upper thighs and leading to between them as there was the truth of what Theon had been trying to figure out on the journey here. 

To Walda your bare state was just something to get scrubbed down, to you it was an agony you would kill not just others to stop, and to Theon? It was a horror as your bare frame was littered in the evidence of what Ramsay was really doing in the darkness. 

“I can do this myself, you don’t need to help me.” 

Climbing into the water, your face gave away the sting of the heat washing over your body and hitting any sensitive mark or open wound. The one on your stomach the only one noticed you couldn’t feel the pain from as you settled. Walda moved by you, and part of your mind wondered if she was used to this sort of thing with the sheer amount of people in her family. “No, of course you can. But it’s always nice to have someone help you now and again. And if we’re going to be family, it can’t be too early to start treating each other like it.” 

Oh how you felt sick. How you couldn’t physically see that scenario play out and you knew you would never find out. You have a family- had a family. Had more then one, was ready to bring new life into that family with Robb, but now that was all gone. And if no one but these people knew you were even alive, maybe you really didn’t have any family now. “Suppose so.” 

Voice but a mutter from you, starting to weakly scrub away at your skin with every pass over a bruise making you wince. Walda had added something to the water around you, the scent passing your face and hitting you with a sweetness. It was very sweet, too much so it made you take pause to readjust to the overwhelming smell. “I always add a little something, try to impress. Though I suppose I’m married, not really needing to do much of that now.” She gently nudged at you, your eyes flying up to nothing with a sharp look as you tried not to flinch away. “You on the other hand, can’t hurt to give you a little something extra to impress your husband to be.” 

Robb’s soft smile and gentle hands that would run over your stomach flashed by your eyes as it constricted your heart and lungs. “I already was married.” 

A sigh leaving her, it wasn’t a fake tone Walda spoke with but one that felt naive almost. “I know it must hurt, but sometimes things happen for a reason. Who knows, maybe the gods were just putting you on the path to meet the one you’re supposed to be with.” 

You didn’t want to lash out at her, but the one you were supposed to be with wasn’t anything these people said. You stood by the Weirwood tree outside these castle walls and the old gods recognized your life with Robb together. You were supposed to come back here with him, with your son and find a life as the ones to rule the North together. 

Ramsay’s eyes weren’t even grey.

She continued to fill the space of your silence. “At least Ramsay is a handsome lad, and you’re rather pretty underneath all of this.” Her hands prodded at your skin and still grimy hair as she begun to move to stand behind you. “Losing your husband must be awful, but you’ll have little Northern dark haired babies to love before you know it.” 

As Walda reached up to run her hands through your knotted hair, you remembered a dream that wasn’t bound in blood. It was a baby, a tiny son with a fierce attitude and curls that were dark enough to verge on black. The dream that night had them with your own eyes, but a face that radiated like his fathers like the sun against the water. You thought you knew who that child looked like, but when your mind tried to find that dream again, it wasn’t your eyes. Nor shining blue. 

No, this one as you saw him in your mind, dark almost black haired curls and face all the same, but now looking up at you were beautiful grey eyes. But right as you saw it, you could feel Walda’s hands gently running through your hair and those dark curls suddenly were older, different as they leaned over your shoulder to press a kiss to the free skin there. 

Large hands, rough against the fingertips but careful in strength ran through your hair like they did many times. Untangling the mess as he did it behind you in a looser braid, always making it feel like a massage and you’d lean back into him. His deep rasp chuckling into your ear before telling you to sit straight. 

You flinched that time. Moving from her touch right away as the water sloshed along the sides and onto the stone below. Theon’s eyes followed with their usual unsettled wide eyes but now with a concern that was not of the name they gave him. Moving to the middle out of her grasp your voice raised with a stammer to it. 

“Stop- I’m sorry, I just would rather do this myself. Okay?” A look of genuine regret in her eyes, Walda backed away apologizing. You huffed, relaxing a but from your protective curl into yourself. “I appreciate the effort, but I would rather do this alone. Please.” 

Relenting, you felt bad for your harsh attitude towards the girl but you couldn’t sit there with that feeling in your hair and the images in your head and pretend you were okay. She begun to leave, “I’ll come get you later, walk to have our first meal as a family together if you’d like?” 

You bit your tongue, hardly looked at her face but nodded. Walda was trying, and it wasn’t her fault you hated every second of it. Leaving you alone as if the other person in the room was not supposed to be acknowledged as there. Only he was, and in the few seconds of quiet you wondered if he himself remembered that. 

Slowly moving to grasp at the cloth draped over the side you honestly realized there was no point in trying to cover from him, what was the point of modesty when the underneath was as unattractive as it was painful. Who would want you looking like this but the one who did it to you? And maybe that was part of the idea. Escape and who would be out there who wants you? 

“I don’t know who he’s trying to torment more with this, you or me.” 

You didn’t look at him as you had spoke, you weren’t sure you wanted to in that moment. The people in this room were so far away from yourself and Theon Greyjoy. They didn’t even allow Theon his own name, and you? A good part of you felt like it didn’t follow you from the Twins. Theon’s voice was quiet from his corner of the room. Barley heard over the light sloshing of the water. “It only gets worse. The more you fight him.” 

Hands pausing before your face twisted in an exhausted anger as you moved to scrub the grime off you harder. “Good.” Betraying yourself, you let your eyes flicker to him who was trying not to react with any emotion, but Theon’s eyes now it seemed gave every bit of him away. “Roose Bolton took everything from me, and didn’t even have the courtesy to let me die beside Robb. They want anything else, then let them work for it.” 

Wincing the more you washed lower, the sting in your eyes had you choking it all back. Even in private, even only in front of Theon you couldn’t let yourself cry. It would just be another thing they got from you, your tears. In an instant you sunk under the water, letting it soak into your hair. The feeling was something relieving, the muffled quiet and complete isolation keeping you under for longer then you should have been. By the time you rose back up, you breathed in heavily before running the cloth over your eyes. 

Theon had stepped forward a few feet, his arm partially outstretched like he wasn’t sure which side of him should win out as you looked at him. Almost like he could tell what you wanted to do, what your solution to escape really was becoming and couldn’t let it happen. You still saw him as a person, you still saw him as Theon. If you were gone what was left of him but Reek? 

You gently nodded to some of the vials on a dresser with a small voice, “Would you bring me those, please?” His dark eyes trained intensely on you with hands threatening to shake. As you opened one, once more hit with the overwhelmingly sweet scent, you begun running it through your hands and down your hair. Theon, had not moved from his spot near the dresser. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but...what did he do to you, Theon?” 

He fought with himself as you watched him, a good minute he did so. Eyes far away as he looked to nothing before nodding to himself. Tentatively, he looked to you before sitting down facing the opposite direction on the outside of the water. He wouldn’t look at you as he spoke, and you wouldn’t ask him too. 

Ramsay had tortured him in any way that amused his sick mind, cut at him in some ways and sliced on him in others. But then he described the girls. The girls who came in all pretty and seductive until Ramsay interrupted the game he set up. Your hands wrapped around your legs and you never once looked the other in the eye. 

It was your fault, you let Roose send Ramsay his way to handle it. You were right there helping to send this man a hellish nightmare that cut off more then you could have imaged. There was nothing you could say, but force back small tears wishing to roll down in the quiet. Theon didn’t deserve this, no one did. The man you had known for over a decade, someone who was a good friend and had become someone belonging in the North as you had. 

He betrayed you and Robb, but this was a punishment that went beyond any semblance of justice, this was beyond anything either of you had ever thought of to him. It was cruel and so severely inhumane and yet both of you sat there as the Bolton’s playthings. Too weak and tormented to find any way to escape beyond your wishes of death. 

“You’re still Theon.” Meeting his eyes, your hearts both felt too heavy. “As long as I’m here, I’m still me and you’re still Theon. Even if it’s just when it’s us, don’t let him take that away too.” The pains were both still to real and too raw, but the small distance between your hands as they both rested beside the other on the edge of the wooden tub stayed there for a while until the water was cold. 

Moving to stand, Theon on instinct jumped up to wrap a towel around you making you almost flinch away on instinct in return. Turning to him, you both looked like the kids you were when you first met, not the adults, the leaders you had once grown to become. Only then you might have both made some joke about the oddness of this exact situation, but in this day there was no laughter or reason for to be found.

“They want me to marry him.” You looked up at him with a darker look in your eye. “Ramsay. When they have a better hold on the North, they want me to marry him and so our son would have some claim to rule. If there’s some part of you that still wants to atone for what you’ve done, you’ll just slit my throat in my sleep before that day comes.” 

Neither of you spoke after that. There was no joke in your eyes or the certainty in your voice. You meant it. If there was no one left in the world who would look for you, cared, or even knew you were alive? Then the world would be no worse off if you found a permanent way out. 

“Ah, there she is. I knew there was a pretty bride under all that filth.” 

Every inch of his voice you hated, the fake sincerity that fooled not a single soul. It was coated in a maliciousness designed to poke at the worst parts of you. No doubt a coincidence that he used terms and sweetness that Robb used towards you, but you hated how tainted it made it. You loved the gentle way Robb would describe you with, and now those same words you wanted to tear up and feed to those vicious hounds chained up outside. 

They took Robb from you, your son, and now the very memory of your intimate moments together were being replaced with a terrorizing pain both on your body and in your heart. What more of him was to be stripped away from you? 

Ramsay pulling a seat out for you that made you close up, his hand brushing your shoulder as he tucked you politely into the table and you found no desire to consume anything that had been placed in front of you. Roose finding it in himself to speak. “I hope you find your new accommodations adequate, my lady.” 

Eyes peeling up to find Roose’s as he and Walda sat in front of you, he seemed to just continue on as if you being here was normal, as if this was a family dinner, as if he had any right to be in this place and pretend like you were as new to it as they were. “I do, thank you.” 

It was not the tone of the woman who Roose had served with for three years, and that was the way he wanted it. “This isn’t your first time in Winterfell, if I’m not mistaken?” Oh you wanted to take the plate in front of you and smash it down his throat, but you nodded. “Good, I was hoping you could take the time tomorrow to show Walda around. It is a big castle, and I’m sure she would appreciate a female friend at her side.” 

Looking to her, Walda played the part of the kind wife with ease. Like who these men were, and who you were and why you were here did not get taken into account. “You don’t need to show me the woods or anything, I’m not much of an outside girl if you hadn’t guessed.” The little laugh light on her lips that you wished you could find amusement in. 

Maybe in another life, you would have liked the girl. You nodded though, raising your glass to your lips but finding the wine thick and bitter as it went down your throat before speaking. “I would love to.” 

Were there not guards to keep you under their watchful eyes, you had a few places you would want to go see for your own sanity. But Roose and Ramsay knew where to let you go, and none of them included spaces that would let you simmer in the remnants of the last home you knew, and the family you had joined with so much love. 

The noise in your head was loud, blocking out the truth and the pain of where the glass had smashed against your cheek. Theon said you would be making it worse for yourself, and indeed that was the truth. A glass thrown in defence, only to have your face smashed right up against where it lay and scratch deeper at your cheek. 

At least you could be thankful this was one of the rare times Ramsay didn’t speak much to you directly. His focus on cruelty and not whatever vile he could spit from his mouth in your ear. He too focused on another after he dragged Theon into the room with the intentions of making him watch, “Maybe once upon a time, I would have made you do this part Reek, have you bond with my bride,” Having dragged you back to speak into your ear in a loud whisper by a painful grip on your hair. “But he doesn’t have the right equipment anymore, now does he?” 

Claiming to him, as he shoved your face against the glass you tried throwing into his own face, “You see Reek, the best part about my bride being a sad little widow, is that I have no reason to preserve her innocence do I? She’s already been well broken in by the wolves, hasn’t she.” 

It wasn’t the physical pain that you couldn’t handle, it was being so in the moment. You couldn’t think about what was happening and be forced to endure it at the same time, he could watch you bleed and wince but he would not see you cry over it. 

Instead, you coped almost in a way that should’ve made you feel even more guilty. It was Robb and your son together you were dragged away from, but it wasn’t his touch or warm soothing voice you drifted away too. You didn’t mean to, but it was the only thing your mind could desperately cling onto that had sent you far enough away that you couldn’t remember where you were. 

It was in the outside you weren’t allowed to go to. The summer late in it’s years but still warm enough that snow didn’t often touch the North so heavily yet. It was a small cliff you were on, overlooking a denser part of the wolfswood hidden away from people who didn’t traverse far too long to get there. It was a place to be alone, and a place that didn’t need to hide what you were doing. 

Truly you were cursed to have fallen in love Jon Snow of all men, you had thought in that memory. You both were sat atop a rock once looking out to the woods and making jokes with him. Only when you had admitted something, in complete passing, it turned the air. Now, you were living the reason why to come to that place. 

Still sitting on the rock yourself, but Jon was now on his feet standing between your legs as he had pulled your face up to press his lips to yours. His kiss spoke so much of what he struggled to ever say, hardly giving you space to breathe before he would pull you right back in. One hand drifting downwards to bunch the skirt of your dress up tightly in his fist before yanking it up. His other gently raked through your hair.

Your hands had grasped his shoulders as you whined into his lips, rough calloused hand running flat across your thigh before running on it’s innermost side and upwards. He smiled as he gently deepened the kiss, coaxing your tongue to follow his guide and brush against his. He had no more experience then you did, but you still hated how he so easily found every way to tease and overwhelm your senses.

Fingers finally brushed between your legs, and even through the fabric hiding you from him, you jumped at the spark. Jon’s tender assurance was deep as he pulled from your lips enough to gently run them across your jaw, hand running along the back of your hair soothingly. “You’re alright. Not here to rush you, just let me explore a bit?” 

You nodded eagerly, both the nerves running through you but desperate to let him do exactly what he wanted. You should never have admitted you didn’t know what an orgasm felt like, because now he was determined to show you but in a way you didn’t expect. 

Spent so much time working you up with his kiss alone, and now he didn’t even get to the one thing he said he wanted to do, show you what it would feel like. Jon was so quick to get riled up over your comment but so damned slow at doing anything about it. And worse, he enjoyed it, it seemed. A hum in his throat as his lips brushed against your neck everytime you shook slightly.  

Fingers running up and down your covered entrance until he let out his own shaking breathe, feeling the fabric grow wet under his touch. He pulled you into another kiss at that, moving suddenly to dance his fingertips under the fabric and run just along the top of your mound. Your nails digging into his shoulders as you let him take your breathe away once more. 

When Jon pulled back, his eyes were so dark, his lips parted as he breathed heavy pants trying to reign himself in. “I want you to tell me, do you want this?” Leaning down slightly to make sure he caught your direct eyeline. “I want to make you feel good, but only if you tell me you want it too.” 

You paused, the need between your legs so close to where he was touching burned and you wondered how not normal this might be. One of your hands slid up to gently run through his long curls, “Please,  Jon. Please show me.” 

The smile on his lips was so genuine and gentle that it surprised you with how harsh it was when he actually kissed you once more. A kiss that distracted you as his hand slipped underneath to lightly run his fingers along your wetness. You seized in his touch as he moved to kiss your cheek, “Hey, hey, relax for me.” 

Nudging you to look up at him, his fingers still gently running along your slit and up to your clit and back with as light a touch as he could manage. “I’m sorry-”

Shaking his head he used his free hand to run along the cup the back of your neck and pull you close, “I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to tell me if you need me to stop.” You said no, many times over like you couldn’t figure out why you felt so out of your mind but Jon kissed you again and you relaxed a bit. 

Finally, he pressed more firmly against your clit as you cried into his mouth, your body arching into his chest as your hands wrapped around the back of his neck. Had you asked Jon in that moment he would’ve told you how difficult you had made it to control himself. How much he wanted to sink those same fingers deep inside you just to hear the kind of sounds you’d make then, to know just what it felt like inside you, even just with this.

Not too much pressure or too fast, he rubbed tight circles against you. A changing pattern as he carefully figured out what worked you up the most it seemed. Your core insides were spinning like an iron coil twisting so tight it could snap as it burned. You moaned his name as he ran his fingertips over it like he would when he’d stand behind you some moments alone, running his hands down the front of your dress and teasing your breasts, just to hear your breathe stutter. And you had thought that made you feel worked up.

Quickly you felt that tightening inside of you strengthen, your hands holding onto his hair tighter as you arched into his chest completely. And just as something inside you was about to break, it faded away in a painful quickness just as his touch did. 

Pulling back to look at him with a breathless needy confusion, “Wha-why did you-” Jon just grabbed your cheeks and kissed you deeply once more. Keeping you pressed tightly against him before his hand slid back down as he felt you relax again. A small groan of his own into the kiss as he could feel you tense up as he returned. This time his touch a little firmer and rhythm a little faster that had you moan much more freely. 

Once more he build you up before pulling back, nuzzling your cheek despite your annoyed whine. “Jon, fuck, why won’t you let me-”

He kissed your cheek and spoke deeply with his thick rasp in your ear. “I thought you didn’t know what it feels like, maybe that’s exactly it.” 

You narrowed your eyes to pull back and look at him, his touch against your clit but stopped moving entirely. “I don’t, I’m sorry please just..I need you, so much, please.” Jon kissed you gently once more. A hint of a dark tint in his grey eyes when he pulled back, told you that he just might be enjoying keeping you so on an edge. 

Keeping you pressed close, his tone was much softer then before. “I know, but I’m not doing this to torment you, I just want you to remember this. Will you trust me?” 

You did, you told him yes and just as his touch grew more against what you needed, your mind begun to spin. The man in front no longer Jon, but the rougher and more greedy touch of Robb. His blue eyes finding yours before a hand ran across your stomach. Looking down though, it was soaked in blood and as you looked back up to Robb his face was fading fast. 

Heart racing at how you only just got him and now you bled out in front of him as his eyes were fading in front of your and you couldn’t stop him from leaving first. But he did, Robb’s image burned away and all that was left was where you were now. 

This wasn’t anything like your memory, it wasn’t anything like the man this family took away from you either. Your stomach twisted and burned when there was nothing to aggravate it and all you could see as you stared to nothing was the fading of Robb’s eyes before you and how disgusting you were for not following him in it. Not even a son was left behind, just a wife who outlived a promise you made to him and forced at the no mercy of Ramsay Bolton and his father only using you for the gain of power. 

Theon was made to watch the whole time. Many nights he was made to watch. Some nights were brutal, the further you tried to drift away into your mind, Ramsay would order you to look up, look at Theon and him you. Watch the other as it happened and there was simply no words to describe how that felt for either of you. 

It was supposed to be a torture for his mind as much as it was a physical one for you, but all he could see was his failing. He betrayed Robb, he betrayed the Starks and the North that treated him as much as one of their own. Robb wanted his head no doubt, but as he was forced to watch what his captor did to you, to the woman Robb loved and let it happen? 

Reek was watching, but Theon was angry. He betrayed his brother enough and he died thinking Theon murdered Bran and Rickon too. Reek would do as ordered, but Theon could think and Ramsay wouldn’t know. He couldn’t know, but he was not the man Theon swore his sword too and maybe he should find a way to do right by the last person Robb left behind. 

He knew you wouldn’t marry Ramsay, never would allow yourself to even have a child with him. You had both of those things, and you felt desperate on the inside to not let the things that come after Robb be this. You were stolen your chance to stay with him, and you would rather die then let Ramsay take Robb’s place. And Theon knew that you were willing to take that action on your own, the closer the Boltons would get to marrying you. 

As you were left, your eyes found Theon’s, and when they were dragged away from you and left alone on the floor of your room, you wished you could tell Robb it’s okay. He’s been through enough, it’s okay to forgive him and that it’s you he should be ashamed and angry with. You loved Robb and you betrayed him by letting any of this happen. 

Jon wondered if he should be ashamed for what he wasn’t actually feeling, but he didn’t. If he had actually loved her, then her loss would be devastating to him, but it wasn’t. He lost his brothers, men like Grenn and Pyp. Those hurt so much deeper then her death did. Far more. He had listened to Olly’s story of what had been done to his village, his family, and he knew that was an Ygritte that Jon tried to pretend he didn’t know. 

That was a woman who had forced Jon into that cave, sent away the last companion he had and forced him into fucking her to prove he wasn’t a crow anymore. That was who died in Castle Black that night and Jon couldn’t pretend like it was someone he loved, or ever loved. Leave that false version of himself behind too.

Instead, as he had gone to Mance Rayder he knew getting out of there alive might be impossible. Jon had dreamt of the horrors he’s seen and the blood around your body every single night and if there was no one left out in the world to care about him, then he would do one last thing for the only family he had left. The brothers who fought and died beside him, and had looked to him in the darkest part of the night. 

If he did one thing right, maybe it would be this. Only, that didn’t happen either. 

What did happen, was an attack none suspected. What did happen, was men riding into the camp north of the wall dressed in armours Jon knew not to be from the free folk. Men with skills that he’d seen as soldiers use, and banners that he didn’t recognize but hit something strange inside him. 

The day they found the direwolves, the group had come across a Stag lying dead in the grass, it’s stomach opened up and spilled out from whatever killed it. And for a long time Jon only remembered that image as he could see you, laying out on your side bleeding from the stomach. Like the Stag was a warning to Jon of what would happen to you.

Only the Stag on these banners, weren’t the Baratheon ones he knew. This stag sat in a heart that was set on fire. The men with such a sigil were coordinated, well timed and took the remainder of Mance’s army by total suprise and forced the King Beyond the Wall to end the fight before it could slaughter what remained. 

Jon had managed to hold off the onslaught at Castle Black, but as the leader of the men in this charge came into view he realized he knew what happened. Sam and Maester Aemon had sent out pleas, begs for help from the leaders of the Seven Kingdoms, the Kings that remained for help in a battle beyond the wars they fought each other for. 

He didn’t need to have met him before to know who it was who had come to their aid. Older, much more rough and serious in every way but he could see it clear as day. He knew what was coming, yet still wasn’t prepared for it. Still too raw, as the second man spoke. 

“This is Stannis Baratheon, the one true King of the Seven Kingdoms.” And suddenly Jon’s heart weighed more in his chest at such a truth then anything else. The King who had answered their call for aid, was a man his father died for, the father of the very woman Jon would never let go of again. 

Everything he had heard made sense as he met the man, and yet there was something intimidating about him. Something of his confidence and skill that was not often found in Jon’s life anymore. Mance beside Jon, who clearly felt none of the strangeness in his heart as he spoke. “We’re not in the Seven Kingdom’s and you’re not dressed for this weather.” 

It was a such strange time to think it, but what came into his head was, so it wasn’t just a you thing. The amount of times in Winterfell Jon would spend forcing you to wear anything warmer, wasn’t you being stubborn alone. He wondered just how many traits he would find you shared with this man, and if all of them hurt as much as such a tiny one already did. 

The conversation it seemed, continued around him. “I’m not here to slaughter beat dogs. Their fate depends on their King.” Jon had no understanding of why, as he thought to himself that Mance wouldn’t break, he saw you. In a place that he didn’t know, and you stood just like Mance did now. Sure of yourself, and brave in your actions knowing they were the right ones. 

As the remaining free folk were taken away, and his direction turned to Jon, he had a strange feeling the look in Stannis’s eyes were that of recognition. 

The one next to him, older and more grey and white in his hair spoke with a much different cadence then that of the King next to him. Quick spoken, and something he recognized as less refined and more of something like a common tongue. “What’s a man of the Night’s Watch doing in a wildling camp?” 

It was the truth, only perhaps with a few details left out that were too complicated to explain Jon’s state of mind. “I was sent to discuss terms with the King Beyond the Wall.” 

The man spoke to him further as the King only watched him with a curious eye. “You’re speaking to the one true King, boy. You will address him as Your Grace.”

Oh he knew all too well this was the King, he knew painfully. This was the King that got his father’s head chopped off and begun the very wars that left his family destroyed by now. His voice was rough, more tense then he should’ve been but there was no stopping it once he opened his mouth. 

“I know he’s the King. My father died for him.” Looking to the man, he tried not to think about how much of you he could see in the way the King watched him. A curious look that wasn’t marred in a judgment but a trust in his words. “My name is Jon Snow, your grace. I’m-” 

But Stannis finished the introduction himself, much to Jon’s and the man beside him’s suprise. “I know who you are. You’re Ned Stark’s son. Your father was an honourable man.” 

How you managed to keep so calm and collected as often as you did in your life must have been a skill you inherited from Stannis, because it took all of Jon’s remaining will power to keep himself even remotely together. Thinking about his father was painful enough without seeing the man he had died for.

“He was, your grace.” 

No doubt he had come here with a plan, a plan Jon was curious as to how it landed them surprising in an attack beyond the wall of all places. But he was genuine in his ask to Jon of, “What do you think he’d have done with him?” Looking to Mance beside him still, watching with a strange curiosity himself.

He could only hope he knew his father well enough, and his head and heart too cloudy to realize that as much as Jon saw you in Stannis Baratheon as they stood there, Stannis could easily see Eddard Stark in Jon as he spoke honestly. “I was this man’s prisoner once. He could have tortured me, he could have killed me, but he spared my life. I think my father would have taken him prisoner, listened to what he had to say.” 

But with one last detail, he suspected that this was a man who would believe what was coming, Jon also told him, “If my father had seen the things that I’ve seen, he’d also tell you to burn the bodies before nightfall. All of them.” 

As he looked at Stannis, Jon had too many questions to ask about you, and none of the heart to speak a single one of them. He barley spoke about you since your death, it was something that only made him fall deeper into a darkness that made him hate himself for ever pretending someone could replace you. 

It was later with Tormund that Jon had told him he didn’t love her. He never did and he won’t stand here and lie about it, or let others lie about him anymore. “It was be with her, lay with her, say I loved her or I’d be long dead. If she loved me, it was only someone I was pretending to be. That’s all there was to it. I can’t be sorry when the woman I really loved was slaughtered like an animal, while I was pretending to love Ygritte just to save my own life.” 

The wild orange bearded man didn’t speak of it, but there was something in the crow’s painful honesty that caught his attention. And he had plenty of time to think on it. “He your King now?” Tormund had later asked him.  

And Jon was honest, the life he held outside of the Night’s Watch no longer existed. Everyone in it was dead and gone, and he didn’t have a clue how to feel about it. “I don’t have a King.” He paused, and spoke the truth to only the second person in his life before he left Tormund down in the cells. His back turned and his voice rough as ever. “But, it was his daughter I loved.” 

He gave the man no time to have a response. Only Sam had known that. Samwell Tarley and Tormund Giantsbane, a strange duo for Jon to confess his heart too, they were. But the longer he thought about it, Jon had a strange, unsettled feeling that the King himself, already knows it too. 

Stannis Baratheon watched the man carefully. Much of Eddard Stark was in him in values and appearance, it was that which made it easy for him to know this wasn’t just any man of the Night’s Watch. Then he begun to talk, and it all pieced itself together before he ever had to ask.

He recognized Jon Snow because he was clearly a younger image of Eddard Stark but with black hair and a dark look beyond his eyes. One that Stannis knew came from the horrors, both of them were aware was the true threat. But he also recognized Jon Snow, because he was exactly as you described him as over the years. 

There was a pain in his eyes though as he looked at Stannis, and it only made him wonder. That was a pain he knew was lost to more then just someone who was his friend. And the way despite what he knew was a deep closeness, that Jon not a single time ever came close to bringing you up. He could tell that there was more beyond that emotion then Jon wanted people to see. 

What it was Melisendre was seeing, he did not know and Stannis was losing the patience to let her find out. Something had been bothering him ever since learning of your death. She would claim she could see the same visions in the flames, but he knew all too well his daughter and the wolf she spoke of were long dead. 

She would speak of you, but Stannis only felt the reminder of how broken they had parted ways. It was Davos who had to remind him in the end of what truly mattered, that his hubris to take the Throne had blinded him for too long and by the time he recognized it, you and Robb Stark both were dead. 

Slaughtered by the rumours sounded. You and Robb had come to Stannis and his ambition to his rights had left both of you vulnerable to the cursed traitors who killed you. If he had done things differently, then you may have lived, both of you and then he wouldn’t have a new fight on his hands just to take the North from the Boltons who killed you. 

It was as Stannis watched Jon in the yard, training the new recruits, did something else click. The way he guided them through things, some of the basics, and the specific movements that were unique to only one other person he’d seen use, a more graceful style. It was different, he was larger, older, and stronger but the foundations of that style were there that first day Stannis started to pick up the task himself to keep you on track.

You never said who it was who started you on it, afraid that somehow it would get them into trouble, but you already begun and Stannis felt it would be a waste not to continue. And as he watched more now, it was the first time he had any kind of a real smile in a very long time. It seemed fitting to him that after all these years, in this place, in these events, did the answer finally reveal itself.

The person who first taught you to use a sword he realized, was Jon Snow. 

#jon snow x reader #robb stark x reader #jon snow #robb stark #game of thrones #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #jon snow x you #robb stark x you #jon snow imagine #robb stark imagine

[winter-soldier-101]

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“Aegon please don’t stop” (Y/N) begged as he fucked you.

“What would my dear brother say if he saw his wife here letting me fuck a babe into your belly?” Aegon asks as he fucks you harder.

“He would be angry and would want to kill you” (Y/N) tells Aegon as they both moan out each other’s names.

Aemonds pov

“You must consummate your marriage to (Y/N) Lannister or they will not sport your brother’s claim” Alicent tells Aemond.

“I will soon mother” Aemond tells her.

“My dear it’s been a year since you married and she is not with child yet so you need to consummate your marriage within the next few days” Alicent tells Aemond.

Aemond leaves and makes way to your room but stops when he hears you moan and he opens the door to see you and Aegon kissing.

“What the hell are you doing in my wife’s room?” Aemond yells out at Aegon as he scares you both apart.

“Well brother someone had to please your wife and you haven’t been doing it so I have” Aegon tells Aemond as he gets up and gets dressed and kisses your lips and leaves you alone with Aemond.

“You’ve been fucking my brother?” Aemond asks you.

“Yes this is the second time we’ve had sex and-“ (Y/N) starts to say but is cut off by Aemond slapping you in the face so hard you fall over and hit your head on the end of the bed and lay there not moving.

“(Y/N) get up now!” Aemond yells at you as he bends down and sees you are completely still and not moving he quickly gets you dressed and calls for a maester.

“What happened?” Alicent asks Aemond.

“She was getting out of bed and tripped and she hit her head on the end of the bed” Aemond tells them as the maesters clean up the wounds and sees if you will wake when he sees you move he smiles up at the Queen and Prince.

“She will wake soon I fear as though she might be a little frightened of us all injuries like this tend to make people forget who everyone is just for some time we might have to call upon her father” the maester tells Aemond and Alicent.

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond imagine #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond targaryen smut #aegon x y/n #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen smut

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Dream!Reader appears in the Red Keep: Wait a minute. What am I doing here? The Targaryen dynasty is crushed and there is no Targaryen, but Baratheons, Tyrells and Lannisters.

Meanwhile Cersei Lannister is just walking around only to see Dream!Reader.

Cersei Lannister: 😶

Dream!Reader:😶… I apologise, I just leave and won’t trouble you 😅

Meanwhile Cersei is like: I’m adopting you.

What do you think, would Lannisters and Robert Baratheon become attached to Dream!Reader? After all Robert has a Targaryen blood running in his veins.

Dream!Reader, finding themselves transported to the Red Keep: What the hell?! Where am- is that a fucking statue of me?!?!?!

Cersei, casually strolling by only to find Dream!Reader: *target acquired* You there!

Dream!Reader: 😶😳 yes…?

Cersei: You’re mine now~ 🥰😈

Dream!Reader: What the actual fuck is happening right now???

~~~

I can’t help but like the idea of Dream!Reader often reminding Robert, much to his immense annoyance and frustration, that he does in fact have Targaryen blood running through his veins. Whenever he tries to shoot the claims down or not acknowledge them at all, Dream!Reader chimes in with a “I would know, I was at the wedding after all”. It would be even funnier if they offhandedly mentioned also being in attendance of his birth too, whether it’s actually true or just Dream!Reader fucking with him doesn’t matter cause his reaction would be hilarious either way.

I feel like everyone would have some form of knowledge about Dream!Reader before they just showed up but as far they knew it was all tall tales and nothing more. Especially if a lot of people from back when didn’t see the Reader for themself, everyone else outside of the Targaryen’s circle may as well have thought the Targaryens were truly all mad and worshipped some strange deity or otherworldly being going as far as to build statues, sing songs and write plentiful stories about the one they were so profoundly devoted to. But now that they’re met with the real deal, even if it is many, many years later, they can’t help but find some form of understanding in the Targaryens infatuation for the Reader. Even though they look like anyone else, ordinary and what seemed to be so unassuming, the people around them couldn’t help but be drawn to them nonetheless. Even though there was so much recorded about the Reader and their adventures from before now they were still very much so an enigma that many wanted to figure out and learn the ins and outs of.

If Dream!Reader was still very loyal to House Targaryen, whether of their own accord or they were just all the Reader really knew and was familiar with, then once mention of Daenerys and Viserys comes up they would want to be there for the remaining dragons. Or it may be the other way around and word of the Reader popping up reaches Illyrio, Viserys and Daenerys. Viserys especially would want the Reader with them for many reasons but mainly because of how highly they were admired and adored by his mother and the Targaryens before. He grew up on the stories of Dream!Reader, hell he may have even seen or interacted with the Reader himself which would only add more to the desperation and obsession of getting to have them be by his side.

Meanwhile, Daenerys has only been brought up on the stories. They were the only thing that her brother seemed to genuinely show happiness for when retelling them over and over again. No doubt that Viserys in his younger years while in hiding with Dany asserted that the Reader would come back for them, that they would be saved and taken back home one day. And this would only fill Dany with hope for the Reader’s return and what would come from it.

#anxious answers #yandere game of thrones #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept

[themattress]

............Actually, let’s amend that statement.

In regards to the past few episodes of G-Witch, there’s been discourse about Miorine’s actions, how right or wrong they were, how culpable she is in the presently unfolding disaster on Earth, etc. And looking it all over, I gotta say...for the most part, this is 100% on Prospera, not Miorine. Because here’s the thing: Miorine in-universe and out gets a lot of praise for being really smart, a prodigy, a girlboss, etc. and yes, she is all that...but she’s also still a child. Realistically, there was no way that Miorine, for all her talents, was going to stand a chance matching wits against an experienced adult master manipulator like Prospera, and I’m not sure why anyone expected otherwise. Prospera knew exactly how to get into her head and how to lie or half-truth with believable conviction, so of course Miorine was going to be manipulated. l feel like assigning blame to Miorine is in the same vein as assigning blame to Sansa Stark for being manipulated by Cersei Lannister, or blaming any given Teen Titan for being manipulated by Slade Wilson. How about we just blame the grown-ass adult instead?

With that said, there was one thing she did wrong, which also gets misunderstood. See, looking at the situation from an objective lens what she pulled on Suletta in Season 2, Episode 5 was completely justified in terms of accomplishing what it needed to for Suletta. She’d tried being straightforward with Suletta and it didn’t work; Suletta’s known and trusted her mother and “sister” way longer than she has Miorine and couldn’t be persuaded to abandon them; they needed to abandon her if she was ever going to wake up from her brainwashing. However, the way in which Miorine did it was completely wrong-headed. Letting both her own personal realizations and anxieties mix with Prospera’s manipulation led Miorine to believe she’s doomed by blood and is her father’s daughter no matter how hard she tries not to be, so the best thing for everyone is for her to embrace that, to emulate her father and cut off all emotional ties, to let people believe she doesn’t care even when she does because “they’re better off that way”. Some people claimed she’s continuing an abuse cycle, but that doesn’t work when she’s this self-aware about her actions. What’s actually happening is that Miorine is continuing to abuse herself, and thinking that’s fine so long as she’s the only one who remains miserable as a result (and, as we all know...she wasn’t.)

Bringing up the Teen Titans and Slade again, this line from Robin fits well here: “Focused, serious, determined...as much as I hate to admit it, he and I are kind of alike. But there's one big difference between me and Slade. He doesn't have any friends.” Miorine should have realized that no matter what the similarities to her and Deling, she has friends and he doesn’t, and she should have reached out to them instead of just keeping things between herself, Prospera and Guel, neither of whom are people she likes. What she should really be kicking herself for now is just cutting Suletta loose and expecting her friends to pick her up rather than incorporating said friends in her plan of cutting Suletta loose from the beginning. Because now they don’t know what the Hell’s going on and are stumbling around blind.

Does anyone at this point, Suletta? Does anyone really? Thanks a lot, Mio-Mio!

#Gundam #Witch From Mercury #Miorine Rembran #Opinion #Analysis #Defense #(Sort of)

[murmel-malt]

I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT DAERA!!!! Sweet girl!!! Feel free to go on about her endlessly

How long does she live? Does she take lovers? Remarries? Does Baelon live? Does he become king? What is going onnnnnn!

Anon, I love and appreciate you!💕💕 And I am using this as a prompt to talk about Baelon and my current plans for him within this AU.

Let me preface this by giving my reasoning for why Hedaera survived Baelon’s birth but Aemma didn’t: Daera is perfectly willing to throw an absolute fit and fight and refuse back-to-back pregnancies like Aemma was subjected to. She is very much a spoiled princess and hasn’t really heard the word ‘no’ that often but is very proficient in using it herself and does so with abandon. Thus Daera was healthier than Aemma was. While Aemma had several failed pregnancies in canon, Daera had only one (two years after Daenys was born) and didn’t let Vizzy near her for the next three years.

But now that Heir McSon is here, things can go two - well, three - ways: 

option a) Baelon continues to live and becomes king, there is no Dance and everybody can focus on more important things. Which is nice but also kind of boring so I present 

option b) Baelon does live but not long enough to become King. At the point of his death Viserys is pretty sick and Daera, still grieving, even less willing to try for another child. Like in canon Vizzy is pushed to name Rhaenyra heir to keep Daemon away from the throne until there is another boy (which they just kind of expect and try to pressure Daera into). The game changer here is that both Rhaenyra and her sister are already married.

Because Daera was never given the chance to have any say in her future she is extremely pushy about her daughters having it and Vizzy being kind of uninterested in his daughters until Baelon’s death agreed just so Daera shuts up about it.

So Rhaenyra is happily married to Harwin Strong and Daenys to Tyland Lannister. Jace is already born so Rhaenyra already has an Heir McSon of her own.

and option c) Baelon dies pretty early, before Rhaenyra’s marriage is secured. She is made heir, kind of forced to marry Laenor (to Daera’s displeasure about the forced part and pleasure about the Laenor part) and has her sons with Harwin. tbh I haven’t completely figured this option out yet because it is too close to canon for my taste (also there is no way in hell Daera will let Rhaenyra screw herself and her future over by having such obvious bastards) but maybe I will come up with a nice little twist to make it more appealing to me.

But with Daera alive and unwilling to go through any more childbirths, there obviously won’t be any brothers for Rhaenyra to compete with for the throne so the Dance as we know it won’t happen. That doesn’t mean there won’t be any conflict though.

As of now, I have no plans to have Daera die anytime before seeing her grandchildren grow up happily and know the Realm is moving towards a stable future. And be a sassy grandma in the process.

#oc: hedaera targaryen #I haven't thought about Daera remarrying or taking a lover yet #but if she does take a lover it is 100% after Vizzy is dead. she is not willing to compromise herself #mail #fic: hedaera-verse

[atopvisenyashill]

What would happen if Joffrey executed both Ned and Sansa?

I mean…a small riot happens? but maybe not? things definitely get more tense between the north and the iron throne that’s for damn sure. There’s not a reason to execute Sansa - she cooperated, she tried to help Cersei, and she’s eleven, and Ned specifically confessed to keep Sansa safe. If Joffrey says “all traitors and traitor’s blood must die” and then has eleven year old Sansa’s head lopped off in front of a crowd, i do imagine this is gonna ruffle some feathers.

There’s a few flashpoints here - the actual execution, Robb’s reaction to it, and Tywin’s reaction to Robb. Take the execution first.

there’s not a lot Ned can do in this situation but if Joffrey is stupid enough to say he’s going to kill them both, Ned is not going to willingly walk to his death. He’s gonna start screaming that Joffrey is a bastard born of incest, or he’s going to insist that Sansa is innocent and he never told anyone of his treason, but either way he’s gonna get the crowd riled up and start acting up to get Joffrey to change his mind, and let us remember how recent it was that a stark father pleaded for the life of his child and a stark child pleaded for the life of their father In This Very King’s Landing. If this becomes A Whole Big(ger) Scene, that’s bad. If Joffrey kills Ned and THEN says “actually bring Sansa up here too”  - and doesn’t Sansa pass out at some point after Ned is killed?? - what does he do here? Has her woken up so he can kill her? has her executed while she’s passed out or heaving and sobbing and saying she never betrayed him and she loves him? I don’t think Joffrey has enough reason to execute her, and if Ned, Sansa, or both are yelling and pleading as they’re held down and executed, it’s gonna give a lot of people flashbacks. He can do it, of course, but I do think there will be some hesitancy, maybe some arguing, and probably some loudly expressed opinions. and meanwhile Arya is watching all of this happen with Yoren. What is KL going to even look like after this? by the time Tyrion gets there, what’s happened without Sansa there? Dontos is dead. Littlefinger has to go back to fixating on Catelyn. Joffrey has started sexually abusing random maids and ladies because he has had no Sansa outlet for his temper. They can’t hold onto staff because Joffrey put Sansa’s head on a spike and won’t take it down and it’s freaking people out. Cersei and Joffrey keep having knock out fights in public over what to do about Jaime. Joffrey is devolving much faster here, and Jaime’s life hangs in the balance. 

Then there’s Robb’s reaction to whatever the hell happens in this scenario. He has just captured Jaime, and remember Cersei was nervous about Joffrey killing Ned bc Robb might kill Jaime in reprisal. If Joffrey executes Sansa? I think without Sansa as a hostage, Robb gets more reckless on the whole. I don’t think he’ll do anything stupid - nor would the lords at Riverrun agree to anything they thought was stupid - but Rickard Karstark and Edmure Tully as well as several other lords, are pushing for Jaime to be killed. He’s not fighting to save anyone at the capital anymore; this has strictly become a rebellion. I’m sure the Lannisters would try to lie about having Arya but Robb has Jaime, he has Riverrun, he has the North, he has everything to lose, and the Lannisters have no bargaining chip. Even if you assume battles and tactics stay completely the same, would Catelyn release Jaime in this scenario, if she knows Sansa is dead, and they have zero proof Arya is alive and zero explanation for her disappearance? I think it’s more likely she’s either continuing to work as an envoy, praying she’ll get word of Arya from someone if only she keeps asking and searching, or somehow in contact with Tyrion, trying to get more information on what may have happened. It’s possible she still gets herself in trouble, but is she going to just randomly set Jaime free? No, not without proof Arya is alive. Robb could choose to use Jaime in his terms - acknowledge me as King in the North and of the Trident, get your people out of the Riverlands, agree to these borders, and I’ll give you Jaime back - or give into the anger of the people around him and send Cleos Frey back to KL with Jaime’s head and a note that says fuck you and your family. Even if Stannis and Renly are still acting dumb (likely), and Catelyn comes back with Brienne and a wild story, does Robb just send her back out as an envoy to someone else? I mean potential shadow baby assassins notwithstanding, Jaime’s presence at Riverrun (or death to lord over everyone) is useful for Robb here. 

(I keep dancing around Arya because - is Yoren unable to stop her from straight up storming the execution, if Sansa gets brought out? In the commotion of whatever scene is happening, does Arya get lost? Get caught? Get hurt? Are there more guards out looking for her because she’s the only chance Cersei has of trading for Jaime now? Can she even get out of KL? Is Yoren more desperate to hand her off quickly now that he’s seen Sansa get executed? Lots of factors here!) 

Then there’s Tywin’s reaction to Robb. Jaime may or may not have been executed but he’s certainly in a much more perilous situation. Even with Roose helping to sabotage shit (would Roose decide this is the time to enter his villain era or would he figure joffrey is too much of a risk, and bide his time a bit more??), even if Robb still sends Theon with the exact same deal, at the exact same time, and that happens the exact same way, Tywin has to take into account that Jaime is a hostage in Riverrun when he gets to king’s landing to scheme the red wedding up, OR he gets to King’s Landing ready to scheme the wedding up and devices something 100x more brutal because Robb killed Jaime. Lannister dynamics are WILDLY different here with Jaime not coming back with Brienne, too!! 

Uh anyways the point is I think most everything in Westeros is affected by this.

My opinion is that KL becomes much more stressful to live in, because Joffrey has to crack down on the population, because they didn’t appreciate him killing Sansa, and also Cersei is hysterically angry with him, Tyrion has a much harder time getting control of the city back, the Tyrells are much more nervous about negotiations with Littlefinger in Bitterbridge, and Catelyn does not set Jaime free, which puts both the Iron Throne and the North/Riverlands in a weird ass position. 

#from there it’s hard to predict. #asks #anons #i think keeping jaime alive is smarter but would the lords go for it. if joff killed sansa i’m not sure the tyrells are open to lf. #more likely mace sits on his hands at bitterbridge maybe even rebuffs tywin when he comes to talk to. #but idk i think robb sends theon with wild terms like ‘do u want the crownlands’ & balon might not care but maybe asha would. #doran ignores tyrion’s calls once they get myrcella. #but the thing is. everything could technically go the same. the tyrells were already planning to off joffrey. the north could still #botch the strategy in the riverlands. jaime would be much more heavily guarded. sibel spicer could be in contact with him directly? #but….idk i just don’t think robb makes the same ultimate decisions in the beginning which changes the whole thing. #i think arya is emotionally wrecked by this. losing cat & robb really breaks her. i think if she lost ned AND sansa #right out the gate it would really hurt her. this is a scenario that makes me most sad for arya. #once again life is hardest on the best sisters to ever do it 😭

[brigwife]

I know nothing abt Sansa and Tyron but I'd LOVE to hear abt their dynamic and what they're from

Soooo Sansa and Tyrion!

Now bear in mind that everything I say here is relevant specifically to Game of Thrones, not A Song of Ice And Fire. I did start reading the book series but never finished. Also I don't remember everything very clearly, so this is just the gist of it.

This is Sansa Stark: (One of the rare young female characters who deserves the title of babygirl, but I digress)

Her life was going swimmingly. Her father ruled the north, she was young, naive and pretty. She had a big, loving family, and she was about to be betrothed to the the son of her dad's bff: a rich, handsome prince.

Unfortunately, the prince turned out to be a psychopath born out of incest. A lot of horrible shit happened. The king died and his 14 year-old son took the throne, her dad was executed for treason, her was family split asunder, and she was held captive as a hostage.

Now little King Joffrey belonged to a long line of rich, scheming shitheads known as the Lannisters. One of the slightly less shit of these was Tyrion:

Now don't get me wrong. This guy is no angel. He has problems, and they started the day he was born. His father and his elder sister (the late king's wife) absolutely hated him, both because of his dwarfism and because his mother died birthing him. Tyrion grew up bitter and basically wasted his life away with wine and prostitutes. The couple of times he did actually fall in love ended in absolute disaster.

Now Tyrion's father basically wanted to play politics and solidify his claim on the north, as well as humliate his son and the poor terrified girl they were holding hostage, so he forced them to marry.

Sansa herself was still a teenager and deeply unhappy with her new husband, but Tyrion, despite his love of sex, refused to touch her or hurt her in any way. He was one of the few people in Sansa's own private hell who truly respected her, and had she not been so young and afraid, in time she may even have been able to open her heart to him in return. Nevertheless, for the short time they were together, they did develop quite a sweet friendship.

Soon after their marriage, Sansa is rescused from her prison, and they go their separate ways. Sansa is dragged through various more fresh hells (including a MUCH less respectful marriage to an extremely unpleasant man), but only grows stronger and wiser through her torment. Meanwhile Tyrion gives his abusive family the middle finger, murders his father and goes on the run and ends up pledging alliegance to the queen of dragons instead.

A few years later, after a lot more shit has gone down, Sansa and Tyrion meet again, this time on the same side. Against all odds they both survived, and she sheer pride on Tyrion's face when he sees what Sansa has become just... argh! And Sansa never forgot the kindness of her first husband.

So when all is said and done and peace is finally restored, Sansa is Queen of the North, and Tyrion is Hand to the King (Sansa's younger brother). And I am among the group of people who just look at these two and are overwhelmed with feelings about the complicated mess of a relationship they have shared. I shift back and forth on whether I see them renewing their marriage out of a growth of genuine romantic love, or just simply bonding as besties who have been through hell and back. But either way - Sansa and Tyrion are in my mind the greatest power couple in all of Westeros.

I actually wrote a short post-canon reconciliation fic for them back in 2017 after GOT finished airing.But as a disclaimer I haven't read it for years so it might be shit lmao.

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[eponastory]

Alright here we go!

Azula: Netflix vs OG

Let's start off with OG first.

I guess it's safe to say she is the Cersei Lannister of AtLA. She is a character we love but also hate. I love her to bits, but I hate that she is just so conniving and cruel.

She is very well written and wonderfully voiced by the awesome Grey Delisle. She's just a well put together character that has a lot of personality flaws.

But she is also a victim, which I'll explain more about in a moment. But first, we have to look at her motivation in the OG show. Her motivation is personified in Zuko. He is her antithesis, which is represented by the color of their fire bending. Azula is naturally talented and well versed in fire bending where Zuko was not. She knows she is superior to him in that way. This drives her motivation to be the apple of Ozai's eye in a manner of speaking. We see this in the show when both siblings have to prove themselves to their Grandfather, Azulon. Zuko fails while Azula is praised. This pits the siblings against each other which we see portrayed differently in the Netflix Adaptation.

Moving on to her sneakiness and her takeover of Ba Sing Se. Where Iroh failed, she conquered. She did it decisively and in less than two weeks (I could be wrong on the timing, but this is the general consensus I see). Once again, she proves she is superior. But why does she have this idea of superiority? It's because she has been raised to believe this. It's been repeated over and over again through her entire childhood by her father, who was also taught this and so on.

I wish I could analyze everything, but others have done it better.

Now, let's talk about her mental breakdown. This is where I have a little concern on how it was portrayed in the show. It was... a little sudden, but bound to happen. The way it was shown was absolutely the way a mental breakdown can happen if the problems leading up are not addressed. All of Azula's life, she had been groomed by her father to be the perfect heir. At the end of book three, we see Ozai leave her behind. This is the straw that breaks the camels back in a sense. Ozai sees love as a weakness, and Azula loves her father, which is why she works so hard to please him. All he sees is a successor to him, and maybe a possible threat later on. There is only Ozai in this relationship. Azula sees this now, and it breaks her. He gives her the title of Fire Lord, but it's essentially worthless now because she still has to answer to him. It's what she wanted. However, she is still under Ozai's rule as he made a more superior title for himself.

It was a blow to her ego.

Now she is seeing her mother because she had always wanted her mother's love, but Ozai was the one who kept that away. He saw how Ursa's influence on Zuko had made his son weak. He corrected that with Azula. Let's be fair and say that daughters tend to idolize their fathers (coming from personal experience here), which is not bad in most cases, but it's really bad when dealing with a narcissist. That's why Azula breaks. And it's heartbreaking because we learn she is a victim of grooming.

Now, on to the next part.

The Netflix Adaptation

The mental breakdown has already started in the first season.

The signs are there, and it's glorious.

Ozai is actively seen pitting his children against each other. He keeps mentioning how Zuko is the one who found the Avatar, which is only fueling Azula's fire. Her anger is going to lead her down the road to hell, and it's going to be more chaotic than in the OG. Like I don't have much to say about it now, but if season 2 and 3 happen, it's gonna be fun.

I am a huge fan of seeing the slow cracking of the mask. So we will see how this goes.

While she is still conniving, Ozai sees it and throws Zuko in her face to edge her on. It's wonderful and as I said in my analysis of Ozai, he is a shit father for doing this. Why? Because it's all about him. He does not care and he is only in for his endgame.

Geeze, I went on forever with this. There are way better commentaries on this, but I'm way too lazy to go on and on forever. I have a story to write, and apparently, I'm doing a relationship analysis on Mai and Zuko next.

It's on my list of things to do.

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[teeth-cable]

Ok im gonna send 2 Stella asks but heres part 1:

Vivziepop wants Cersei but doesn't understand the character.

Let me elaborate. Cersei is an irredeemable asshole in ASOIAF/GOT and does very terrible things and is stupid like our favorite swan. However Cersei actually has layers to herself and is a complex character and has reasons for acting like she does. Basically the two sources of what causes her to act this way is being born as a woman in a misogynistic society and wanting her father's love and approval. Misogyny is a crucial part of everything about her like if she wasn't born in Westeros she probably could've been a good person. Basically Cersei is the eldest Lannister sibling but because of her sex she lost her inheritance and all power she could've had. Instead she was destined to be a brood mare from birth. She thought her father didn't care for her as much as Jaimie because of her sex so she tried to mimic Tywin's ways to get his approval not understanding you have to be strategic when it comes to brutality. Cersei chooses to let spite cloud her judgement. Tywin didn't favor her not because of her sex but because Cersei was an idiot who kept causing problems.

She hates Tyrion because he took her mother away from her and Tywin hated him as well as being told by an prophet that a younger brother would kill her. It is because of prophecy in general that makes Cersei paranoid. Which contributes to another facet of misogyny because she was told a younger and more beautiful Queen would strike her down which makes her bitter to her son's fiance Margary. Though it is hinted that Dany is the actual destined Queen instead. So you combine a woman who is paranoid and spiteful with wanting to be brutal... You get stupidity.

However Cersei being cruel also stems from the fact that she had been subject to gender based violence such as Robert assaulting her constantly. Cersei is a representation of the results of misogyny in Westeros.

It should be noted that since Stella is hinted to be incestuous we should bring up Jaimie. Now Jaimie and Cersei being incestuous is because Cersei sees her brother as an extension of herself and who she should've been as a man. Cersei and Jaimie were not separated properly as children by the servants when caught once so this could be nipped in the bud. Cersei also has never experienced healthy relationships so of course she's deeply going to latch onto Jaimie especially after the shit Robert does to her constantly. However, in the books it seems Jaimie's arc is going to be breaking away from Cersei because Cersei is still an asshole who manipulates him and instead of Tyrion killing her it will be Jaimie.

Also George R.R. Martin actually villainizes incest because the entire plot happens because of it. Say what you want about the Targaryeons but it was probably done because its a reference to how Pharohs were said to be gods reborn and married their sisters which is a parallel to how the Targs see themselves, George needed to explain why not everyone in Westeros had dragons and the reign of that dynasty was notoriously unstable and often dragged the realm into the brink of collapse constantly. Like there's only three Targaryeon rulers that were decent and didn't cause any future chaos for the realm because of their stupidity. Plus we have hints that the inbreeding is affecting them mentally and physically.

Im not saying Vivziepop should make Stella Cersei but she should understand that people don't just love to hate on Cersei because evil bitch its because she's complex and how that allows her to make such awful decisions.

Not much I can say here but Stella should have been similar to Cersei. The writers have shown how corrupted the ranking system in Hell is, multiple times by characters being offended and surprised that a low ranking imp slept with a high rank Goetia. If they wanted to address how fully wrong the system is, they should have shown how negatively it impacted the different ranks.

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[countrymusiclover]

32 - Regaining the North

Part 33

Fire Of A Stark

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“Arrangement, like what kind?” I asked knitting my brows together trying to figure out what he meant.

Little Finger stepped closer to me noticing that I wasn’t pregnant anymore. He heard the rumor but now it was true that there was a new Lannister heir. “Perhaps a marriage between Robin Lord of the Vale and whatever child you and the kingslayer have created. Say a girl.”

“I didn’t come here to sell off my infant daughter's life, Baelish. I am here to ask for help from the Vale. Now I know that Robin doesn’t know how to rule his own house being that he probably isn’t even the age of ten.” I spat resting one hand on my hip glaringly.

He stepped closer reaching up and messing with some loose strands of my hair making me meet his gaze. “I have learned that knowledge is power, my dear. For example I know that you are the last living dragon in the realm. That makes you valuable and your children even more so.”

“My child isn’t something to gain. She is only a baby. It would be years before she would be of age. Plus I have already made up my mind that I would never betrothe her off.” I stomped away from him, crossing my arms over my chest.

Baelish tapped his chin, stepping closer to me. Sansa warned me before I left that he had a way of words like Tyrion. And if he wanted someone to think he was their friend but then behind their backs he was the enemy then he would do just that. Most people were never that clever enough to figure him out before something happened. "You are right Robin is too young to make his own decisions. Which is why I am the one mostly in charge here. You see I could convince the boy to help his dear cousin or I could convince him to do nothing and let Ramsay Bolton keep the North."

Throwing my head back I scoffed knowing there wasn't much of a choice. Sticking my hand out to him I just sent him a glare. "Fine, I'll consider talking this over with my husband. But first we have to defeat Ramsay."

"Then I will help you." He responded by shaking my hand and walking away to find Robin.

Before he could leave the room I called out needing to know where he stood with my secret. We weren't allies. The only person that used to be an enemy that I now trusted was Jaime. "Are you going to tell the rest of the Seven kingdoms about who I really am or will you keep it a secret?”

“Knowledge is power, Cadence. If it is in my best interest then I might. But you have bigger things to worry about than whether or not I will do something.” He turned around to face me nodding his head in my direction. “Head home, little dragon.”

Doing as he said I climbed back on Joanna flying home. It was a much longer flight than I cared for. Finally returning to the stables I knew that Sansa was waiting for an answer but I didn’t have the energy to talk with her. Opening the door to our chambers I kicked off my boots seeing Jaime was passed out in the bed with Rhaenyra sleeping in his arms. Sitting down on the bed he stirred awake blinking his eyes seeing relief wash over his face. “Lynesse, seven hells. You have made me worried sick.”

“I missed you too, Jaime…I missed our little dragon too.” I whispered down to our still sleeping daughter before he tilted my chin up, capturing my lips with his gently. Leaning into the kiss I climbed into the bed on the other side of him so as to not wake our daughter.

Jaime wrapped his arms around my waist, finally breaking the kiss with me burying my face in the crook of his neck. His green eyes focused on mine where I could see that he hadn’t been sleeping. “So what they say. Are they going to help us?”

“They will…at least that is my hope. Littfinger is tricky with his words where he reminds me of his brother.” I replied, moving one hand up his chest until he intertwined his hand with mine. Jaime wouldn’t tell me until the morning that he had a hard time raising our daughter by himself. Closing my eyes I let myself fall asleep in his arms until the morning sun broke through the windows of our chambers.

Climbing out of the bed I changed into some different clothes entering the hall with Sansa sitting at the dinner table. Carrying little Rhaenyra in my arms she sent me a look. Jaime came in a few seconds later but Jon was nowhere to be found meaning that he had rode to prepare the men for battle. “I talked with Baelish. I think that I convinced him to help but there was a deal we had to make..”

“What kind of deal did he make?” Jaime asked seeing that my gaze had dropped down to our infant daughter and hadn’t left her once.

Shifting around in my seat I locked my eyes with him figuring that he wouldn’t take me seriously. I had told him multiple times that I didn’t want her to be forced into a marriage. Even though it is my life now that doesn’t mean that she should be forced into it like I was. “He wants to marry her to Robin Arryn.” Jaime was a good husband yet I still want her to have more freedom and a choice of what she does with her life.

“You wed her off to help our brother. I thought you said you didn’t want her to be forced into marriage like we have been. Marrying someone like Joffrey or Ramsay.” Sansa sat her fork down, eyeing me with confusion. She was completely right that I was the girl against marriage from the day I met Jaime.

Jaime reached forward resting a hand on my shoulder staring down at our child. He wanted to make sure that no one ever hurt her. “I am the Lord of Casterly Rock. If he isn’t suitable for her then I will put a stop to it when she becomes of age. I promise you, Lynesse.”

The doors opened with a guard informing us with a bow. “My Lord. My Ladies. Jon Snow and his army are ready to fight. Horses have been prepared for you all.” Sansa was on a white horse leaving me and Jaime to ride on brown horses. Holding Rhaenyra in my arms the battle wasn’t going well. Ramsay had a lot more men than we did. Jon and his men we’re getting their asses kicked.

“Cadence, you have to ride back and get Joanna. Ramsay will kill them all.” Sansa begged me looking at me with such a terrified look. She was grabbing her horses reigns tightly telling me she was really nervous.

Whipping my head around I gasped seeing Jon get punched into the mud basically getting stomped on into the ground. “Sansa, I’m not doing it. Dragon fire will mark me as being just like every Targaryen. We have to wait for them to show up.” Moving my gaze back onto the battlefield I gulped feeling nervous about this. Our men we’re getting their assses kicked and killed harshly where I really needed the Knights of the Vale to show up.

“Cadence, please!” Sansa begged me where I started feeling really bad that this would be my fault.

Jaime broke me from my trance calling out to me where Sansa and I both turned our heads seeing a whole army of soldiers riding towards us on horseback. “Lynesse. Sansa!” Slumping my shoulders in relief I released some happy tears seeing Baelish riding up to meet us on his own horse.

“Our deal is still strong, little dragon.” He responded by sending me a half smile on his face watching our army finally manage to beat out Ramsay. Guards had captured him, placing him inside the cells of the castle. Dismounting my horse Jaime walked behind me holding our daughter. I watched his gaze moving around the yard seeing that he hadn’t been back here since King Robert rode here. Moving my gaze up I grinned like a child again feeling so relieved that I was finally home. The Stark banner fell down on the walls of the castle meaning that the Starks were once again the protectors of the North.

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[cambion-companion]

I have not seen hotd nor read the related books, but when I somehow stumbled upon ... (I follow Tywin Lannister tags, which leads to GoT, which I guess leads to HotD?.. anyway!)... Aemond and I'm like hot damn who be dis! He looks yummy and villanus.

Anyway! I've read your headacanons and notice that you portray Aemond almost like a gentle lover. Why is that? What makes you think he would be such a nice husband and loving father? I know immediately that I'm basing my assumptions on mere looks and would think of him more as a possessive and jealous lover. The type that doesn't desire children whether his "wife" wants or not. Would he even take a wife? Not saying he would ever visit a brothel cause I can't picture him being entertained by whores. But perhaps a woman catches his eye and he just wants her to be his (marriage or not). Either way! He'd be the one in control. Some type of Dom/sub dynamics. OR I picture him loving (obsessing?) someone, from the shadows, not pursuing because he's afraid of being turned down. Rejection is his weakness? So he keeps his distance. OR if a woman does fascinates him he won't pursue cause he sees love/lust as weakness and with that in mind tries to suppress whatever he's feeling.

I clearly can't decide on how I view him when it comes to "love". But I definitely can't see a soft Aemond when it comes to his lover/partner/friend. So I would absolutely love your expert analysis.

Much thanks!😁

Hi my love! Thank you so much for the message, I'm flattered you want me to expound upon my opinion.

I think a key element in further understanding Aemond's depth of character would be watching the show for yourself, perhaps then it would make a little more sense.

The breakdown in somewhat of a nutshell, is Aemond has a few people in his inner circle whom he cares for beyond the shadow of any doubt. Primary among those few are his mother and his sister. In the show it is obvious he is a momma's boy and shows a much more gentle and loving side to her than we see with anyone else. There are also moments when he is obviously protective of his sister, Helaena, taking a defensive stance in front of her when confronted with a) a man being beheaded in court and b) in front of an actual dragon.

I believe because of this that whoever he falls in love with (if that were to ever happen) would also know the more secret softer side to him.

Aemond is an incredibly nuanced character, the show writers have really put in the effort to make him very layered, but on the surface we see someone who is aloof, even arrogant, and who is hell bent on exacting revenge upon his nephew who took his eye when they were children. The show also take steps to give us a look at Aemond's childhood and how he was bullied by his elder brother, Aegon, as well as his nephews because he had not bonded with a dragon yet.

When Aemond is presented with the opportunity to take revenge on his nephew, he jumps at it, demanding an eye for an eye. When his nephew flees from him Aemond pursues and in a tragic turn of events his nephew winds up dead. Here we see again the deeper part of Aemond's character shining through as he looks on with an expression of horror and regret at what he's done, clearly he did not intend on murder despite all his outward affectations.

Should he have pursued Lucerys demanding his eye? No. Did he mean to kill Luke? Absolutely not.

Again, this points to a depth of character that is more than someone who is cruel and psychotic.

When Aemond was 13 his older brother took him to a brothel to "get it wet" and when Aemond is retelling this story he does so with no pleasure or relish. He is confronted by the prostitute who was there when he was a child. She recognizes him, and it is painfully obvious how traumatized Aemond is from this. Another hint to how he is not simply some cold monster, but a lot of his attitude and confidence is a front to make up for all the trauma he has experienced.

So yes, sorry I went on for longer than I wanted. But I firmly believe that if a woman were to catch his eye and they were to fall in love, we would see that warm loving side to him yet again. It would be extremely difficult for him to actually fall in love, because I don't see him as being someone who opens up and trusts easily. But in his heart of hearts Aemond is a hurt boy who has created a hardened shell to survive in his world.

In the books he does fall in love with a woman, Alys Rivers. And I fully believe he loved her. He brings her with him before his final battle and she kisses him farewell. He calls her "my Alys" and heeds her when she coaxes him down from a rage.

"When informed of the greens' defeat in the Battle by the Lakeshore, Alys prevented an enraged Aemond from strangling the squire who brought the message to Harrenhal." (from her Wiki)

So yes, while I fully believe Aemond will continue to spiral as the events of the Dance unfold, he will keep that secret warmth for those who remain within his inner circle. Interestingly enough, most of those people are women. I honestly cannot think of anyone else who qualifies other than Helaena, Alicent and Alys.

But we will see!

Also here is the gif of him looking at his momma when she is worried about him going out in search of his brother.

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[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

You’re Rhaenyra. How do you prevent the Dance?

Hmm. That depends. Do I know the future? Do I have foreknowledge? 

If I don't, there’s not a whole lot I can do. The only thing that really comes to mind is that I would not leave King’s Landing. I would not go to Dragonstone, for exactly the reason Laenor describes. I’d want to stay as close to Viserys as possible, try to extend my influence in King’s Landing, and limit the influence of The Greens. And perhaps most importantly, I’d have Helaena married to Jace. Like, everyone blames Alicent for that betrothal falling through but she never actually had a say in it. The only person who needed to accept it was Viserys, and he clearly did. The only reason it didn’t happen was because Rhaenyra left for Dragonstone, so Helaena was married to Aegon instead. (Massive downgrade for our poor girl.) 

But if I do have foreknowledge? Well, assuming that I don’t ask Viserys to disinherit me well before his death, assuming I can’t just throw in the towel to avoid the conflict, that I must try to preserve my inheritance…okay, here’s what I do: 

First of all, Larys must die, and this must happen as soon as possible. Not sure how I make it happen, I could probably just ask Criston to kill him for me. He’d do it, and given that it’s Criston, he’d probably just get away with it scot-free. (Seriously, how was he not disciplined for killing Joffrey…) 

Speaking of Criston, I’d either not name him to the Kingsguard, or if I did, I’d never actually sleep with him. Because he was pretty loyal to Rhaenyra up to that point. If things still go to hell with him, I’ll get him out of the Kingsguard by persuading Viserys to send him to The Wall, for, y’know, beating Joffrey to death and all. 

Either way, I need to keep Lyonel and Harwin alive. Which is why taking Larys out of the picture is so essential, but no one can know I did it. Daemon! I could ask Daemon as well. He'd probably do it for me. We also need to get Tyland Lannister off the council, and any others who would follow Otto's scheme.

I can marry anyone I want, right? Well, with foreknowledge, I’d marry Harwin, so that would solve that problem altogether. But without foreknowledge, I'd go with Willem Blackwood. know Rhaenyra dismissed him as a child but all things considered, he couldn’t have been more than three years younger than her. Whic, for Westerosi standards, is a pretty good deal. He also looks a lot more like The Strong boys than Laenor, so the secret would be safer. Then again, assuming Willem isn’t gay, he could give me heirs himself. 

If Viserys tries to insist that I marry Laenor, I can discreetly tell him about Laenor’s sexuality. Viserys is a good guy, he wouldn’t do anything about it, but he’d understand that Laenor can’t give me heirs, and let me wed someone else. (Hell, as long as we’re talking, Viserys marrying Laena would have prevented the Dance…) 

Maintain friendship with Alicent, that’s for damn sure. Or at least try. As for Otto, it’s tricky. I’m tempted to say that I wouldn’t go out to a brothel and make out with Daemon, because that was what really fractured Alicent’s view of Rhaenyra. But if I don’t do that, Otto never gets dismissed. And oh my stars does he need to get dismissed. Lyonel Strong is literally so much better in every way. Hell I’d keep him as my Hand once I’m Queen. So yeah, it becomes a question of which matters more - keeping Alicent’s friendship or getting Otto off the council. Sorry Alicent but the latter is more important. 

I can’t dismiss people from The Council, but I can tell my father that I want a seat on the council myself to better prepare me for ruling. Rhaenyra seemed to have that in episode six, and again. I'm not leaving King's Landing. I'd also make damn sure that I was with Viserys as well on the night he died, along with other witnesses. Actually, they might interpret Viserys' last words as "changing his will" the way Alicent did. So maybe just make sure I'm the only one there.

Hopefully the Aemond incident doesn’t still happen, but if it does, I do not bring up the accusations. Not at all. Nor do I try to defend Luke at all. Instead, I am there to comfort my little brother and I make a big show of being angry with my sons. I’ll be gentler with them later but in public, I will visibly take Aemond’s side and promise to punish Luke for what he’s done. That prevents the conflict from escalating between the two sides.

If Lyonel does die, then I petition Viserys to name Daemon as his hand, as an olive branch. Or better yet, name me as Hand, so that I can get a better grasp on ruling. As for Daemon, he may be danger incarnate, but at least he’d mostly be loyal to me. I probably wouldn't marry him, should my first husband die, but I'd keep him close. Even if I were to marry him, those children are getting different names. Like, this is mostly unrelated, but The Greens took Rhaenyra naming a son Aegon as an insult, and frankly I just want there to be more variety in these damn characters. The Valyrians have like, 12 names to choose from, I swear. 

So, when Viserys dies, I’m right there in the city. The Council doesn’t have Otto, it has Lyonel (ideally) or Daemon, or me, running the council. By this point I’ll have hopefully cleaned out other members who conspire against me, while keeping men like Beesbury closer. The contents of the Small Council play a major role here. The only Green I wouldn’t try to expel ahead of time is Alicent. Because even if she does try to pull the whole “Viserys changed his mind” thing, that can easily be discredited, especially since Aegon will refuse his claim.

So, when the “Green” council occurs, there are ideally plans made for my coronation, and for Viserys’ funeral. I can use this time, and the funeral itself, to reach out to my younger siblings. Bond with them and commiserate over the loss of our father. Make sure Alicent sees this. Not sure if I could stomach pretending to like Aegon, but it’s quite important to show Alicent that I mean him no harm. Furthermore, Aegon doesn’t want the crown, so getting him on my side is quite important. If he publicly pledged fealty to me as Queen (not on his own, I’m talking like, a ceremony where several people are doing so) it would go a long way toward discrediting any notion of overthrowing me and putting him in charge. 

Which reminds me, and this is one of the reasons I don’t like Aegon - if I were him, preventing the Dance would be so freaking easy. Because all I would have to do is speak up during the coronation scene. You know, before Rhaenys blows it all to hell. In that moment, Aegon had control of the room. He could have said something, he could have ended all of this so fast. If he had told the crowd that Otto was lying…man, I would have actually respected him a little. (I mean, not much. Dude is still a r*pist, after all.) 

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