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[jonquildove]

artfulprecision.

[wolvencrown]

❝ you will share all your plans and intentions with me before you act, and you will do nothing without my consent. do you understand? ❞ queen margaery to her king mayhaps

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           her words caused his gaze to shift,  looking upon her without uttering a word just yet.  around margaery he came to choose his words wisely for he hated when they found themselves quarreling over nothing.  it always ended the same.  with them between the furs,  or her bent over the table where the maps rested,  or a myriad of other places that were not suitable for a king and a queen to conduct themselves.  he cared little for what was deemed right and wrong from his own mother or the gods.  both old and new.  he shifted so he could face her.  seeing that look upon her features that she often gave him.

          “ is that so? ”  she was unlike any woman he had met before.  his mother was quite a forceful entity and the women in the north were not meek by any standards.  it was not the equality in their marriage that bothered him.  no,  it only proved of interest how she would make such statements,  demands,  and expect him to follow through with them.  he had,  most often.  perhaps not without him being a little difficult.  if for his own nature was not to take anyone’s words without pushing back at least somewhat.  “ does the same go for you as well,  my queen?  from what i have heard you have quite a reputation yourself. ” 

words were meant to prickle,  to be difficult if only for the effect.  he already knew how well he would bring her into what his plans were.  her advice already had done him well and he only wished to heed more of it.  he stood,  closing the distance between them,  a hand on her hip as he tugged her so that she was nearer to him.  “ you only speak your intentions and advice to me.  i need no others listening to the thoughts of the queen and acting in their own accord.  my own men and yours, as well.  do you understand? ” 

[magiciitself]

    “Excuse me, m’lady. I’d stay to speak with you, but I must get these to the prince’s chambers or he’ll have my head if he can’t find them.” Merlin wished he could have a moment where he wasn’t so busy, but he doubted that would be anytime soon. 

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[olliscot]

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                 The plan was for the two of them to have dinner in his flat. A proper dinner where the two of them sat and ate, had some conversation, and did their best to actually act normal. He wasn’t normal and he was thinking about getting his hand up her skirt. Not that either of those were anything shocking. Quite the opposite as he waited for her. She was late. He understood. She called before she left and mentioned some patient. He hadn’t actually made them dinner. Rather he bought it. Saved time and sanity than him trying to make something without burning it. He could cook. He just hated it. All pointless thoughts she actually came through his front door with that look on his face. Oh, they were definitely not eating the food he bought. 

As she moved forward he admired that little uniform of hers. Outside of the fact that she was always there to patch him up when he got a bit reckless that uniform of hers was the best part. “I missed you.” A soft admittance as he wasted no time in pulling her closer, allowing for his hand to move up her thigh, over the curve of her ass. How they ever managed to play nice and actually eat something was beyond me. “Shame I’m not your only patient.” He broke his gaze off of hers as he eyed her like she was the intended meal. Perhaps she was. A small smirk spread across his lips as he moved his palm over her knickers, eager for a reaction, finding any other desire for anything but her was long gone. “Though I think my cock is need of some attention only you can provide.” 

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It had been avoidance, intentional or not Sansa was unsure.  Safety had been offered to Margaery, who had fallen to the flames of the Sept, and was REBORN, a phoenix from the ashes.  Alive,  dead,  Sansa was not quite sure which plot of land the Rose was planted. Which brought valid concerns, as an army of freezing dead marched icy bones South .  As they prepared to DEFEND the realms of men and were kept waiting on a promise of aid by Cersei Lannister. Busied with preparations, with the practical affairs of infrastructure and food. Avoiding the possible threat posed, and the conflicted emotions stirred by a simple look at the girl who had provided Sansa with HOPE in the darkest of times, only to snatch it away and drop her as though she was nothing. And how angry she had been, only to know that the brunette had faced DEATH, and that stung deep as well . All in all, complex past avoided, until now paths crossed and there was no apt excuse out of it. A smile containing warmth which was easier to muster than Sansa would’ve thought graces her lips. “ Lady Margaery, walk with me . . . ” an arm offered to hook, reminiscent of walks through the gardens in bloom. Here it was above the crunch of snow beneath their feet. “ I apologize we have not gotten to speak sooner, how is the North treating you? Are you in need of anything ? ”  be it clothing, blankets, or mere comfort. Sansa was unsure what it was the SEMI-dead but revived required .  But here she was, offering it all with courtesy brimming to contain the utter twister of emotions. Lucky for her, the years had improved a steeled exterior,  ( but it was the eyes, which still betrayed ) .

[briennexofxtarth]

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[angeliatheturkishdelight]

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A sigh of relief left the lips of Mahfiruze Humasah Sultan’s, or Angelia’s, lips, finally having her first taste of freedom after escaping her elder brother’s control. Her brother was recently crowned the sultan of their small, but prosperous land. Ibrahim was planning on having her married off to his cruel, lustful, womanizing grand vizier, Kemankes. The young princess knew deep inside that he would take advantage of her, cheat on her with the slaves of the harem at her brother’s disposal, and possibly abuse her. How could the man she grew up with, the man she called brother and loved, make such plans for her? Did he no longer care for her well-being or her happiness at all, just like he used to when they were younger? Angelia had to make a run for it, leave everything she knew of her life in the Ottoman Palace behind.

She slowly stepped out of her carriage, quickly fixing her veil to shroud her chest before making her way towards the great castle of Highgarden, surrounding by luscious flowers and foliage. She had heard such wonderful things about the Tyrell family, ranging from the beauty of the four Tyrell siblings to the quick wit and sharp tongue of Olenna. But, Lia admired them for being so peaceful and generous to the rest of the kingdom. 

Since her brother’s crowning, the prosperity in Topkapi was taking back by him. He started to treat her like a slave while the actual harem slaves were spoiled with the riches that used to belong to her. Her gowns, her jewelry and tiaras, her quarters, even the food! She ate whatever was left over next to grains and beans.

When she entered inside and notified her arrival to a guard, she waited patiently to be accepted an audience with the Tyrell family.

[jonquildove]

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The girl’s excitement was infectious. If Margaery had not already felt joy at returning to her home of Highgarden, certainly with just one look upon Sansa Stark’s face would do the trick. She had found the girl while wandering the land, Sansa and Petyr going to Highgarden in their travels. Though the Tyrell rose knew very well what it meant for Sansa. She had known it since their first proper meeting, when asked about King Joffrey. Perhaps she had known it beforehand, within the Throne room and had seen such sadness at the girl’s face. Haunted, even. Her heart had broken for the girl even then. That all seemed a like a distant memory, now. She had risen from dying by wildfire at the sept, green flames licking her body.

A golden rose had formed from the ground of the earth, the soil feeling like soft bread, where lettuce and mayonnaise grew. Days and days had passed. She climbed out of the earth, sunflower seeds scattered on the soil. She had been in the sept, as she had wanted to save her brother Loras, he imprisoned by the sparrows for the sin of sleeping with men. He was my friend, he was my king. He had fought in the battle of blackwater, for Renly, for the realm. Why was he even in question? Olyver….why would he betray him? He was a simple squire, yet a shadow crossed his face, thinking he could rise above his station, if he said this, spoke about the scar on his lover's thigh, thinking Lor would not like it if he was angry. As Loras is in prison, shaking with fear, she cries at his frightened, miserable state, her heart wrenching. The way Sansa had clasped her arm, excited, eager to exit the ship, earning a deep chuckle to rumble within Margaery’s throat before they went. She recognised her as Sansa, even though she went by Alayne, and her hair was a deep brunette. Her own eyes took in the familiar scenery, that of which she knew of since she was but a little girl. The scent of the golden roses reaching her, seeming to wrap around her as if welcoming her home. That had made her smile. Surely, the gardens of the Red Keep was far inferior to that of Highgarden. It was foolish to think otherwise. It struck her the last time she came to The Reach, to her home, was after Renly had died… And she a widow… She had thought Renly a kind king and husband, she liking being with him. They sometimes watched her brother Loras and Brienne joust too. And Loras, she did not know where he was…last time they touched, he had a bloody scar carved on his forehead, had been swept in the green fire. Sansa’s words brought her back, the smile there at first, but at the mention of the Lannisters, the smile faded slightly. If the Lannisters had heard of this plan, beforehand… “Then you would have never seen Highgarden. And remain forever in King’s Landing.” And just like that, the smile came back upon the rose’s lips as she gently padded Sansa’s arm. “No. We mustn’t dwell on what could have happened, and instead, on what is happening or has happened. That is not your fate any longer, sweet girl. We are to go shopping and try on dresses and talk about your marriage to Willas. And meet and hang out with my family. Just do you, and don't stress. Only mine, now.” Margaery would have to go back, of course. And marry Joffrey, to become his queen. Yet the girl Sansa had spoken to her, as she spoke about going to King's Landing to be Joff's queen, that he was poisoned and dead, she surprised. She would stay in Highgarden then. Long accepting of this, the reality had set in that she would leave Highgarden once again, yet Sansa had assured she did not have to, and this time, she would not meet Sansa Stark in the gardens of the Red Keep. And that had made her happy greatly. Long enjoying the girl’s company, and savoring their walks amongst the gardens. They also ate cake and hot chips and tea on platters, Sansa liking sweet food like chocolate mousse. Margaery thought. Their talks, especially. But, she was content in knowing that Sansa would be happy, and Willas would take great care over her. And be kind. That had helped to ease her heart a little. “You will be happy here, Sansa. I know it,” she said with earnest. “Do not worry about the Lannisters. Grandmother took well care of that, as have I. Despite what they may think, they cannot have everything.”

“That is quite true.” A frown creases her forehead. Trapped under the mercy of the Lannisters, forever more… It was not a prospect that sounded appealing to her at all, to remain miserable, at Court. She also had an suspicion that if their secret plan had been found out, she would be forced to marry a Lannister, successfully foiling it.

Her worries ease and starts to ebb away, at Margaery’s reassuring words, and she smiles at the touch of Margaery patting her arm. She smiles at the girl asking her how she was, and they speaking about asian dramas. They spoke about the jekyll and hyde of King's Landing, of life. “I am glad; such a free sensation it feels, to no longer be within the Lannisters’ grasp.” “I will miss you dearly, Margaery. You have become a valued friend to me." She didn’t doubt that Margaery’s family would welcome her with open arms but indeed, Margaery’s kindness towards her had been unfailing and true. Her presence had made life in Court a great deal more bearable, and she treasured all the moments they had together. Sansa nods, excitedly stepping off the helm of the ship to onto the port, closer towards the beautifully realized vision of Highgarden. "How long are you able to stay here?”

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Margaery had been, is, and always will be my favourite character from the Asoiaf universe. She is so perfectly complex, such a sweet girl, but at the same time so hungry for crown and power, so ambitious, manipulative, cunning. I love her.  How they play them: I must admit I haven’t seen much of you on my dash, but from what I have seen, you do have a very confident grasp of her, and I cannot wait to see more of your portrayal. The Mun: We haven’t talked, but you seem like an absolutely sweet person and if you ever do want to talk, you can always come into my inbox/IMs! 

Do I:

RP with them: Nope. Want to RP with them: Oh yes, absolutely! 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: An amazing Margaery I cannot wait to see more of, or interact more with in the future!

[storiiestcld]

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     it’s unbearably warm compared to the north to the point that sansa is sweating beneath her dress, the lightest in fabric she’d owned. and she hasn’t even lifted a sword compared to the endless men still picking themselves up from the ground. northern men and knights of the vale are still counting numbers as sansa rides between them, avoiding bodies of both their own men and the lannisters who’s armor no longer gleams gold beneath the mud. with the fighting over and the castle retaken in favor of the tyrells, her target is the courtyard of the grand castle.

   this is not how she wanted to see highgarden.

   the tyrells had not asked for aid but sansa had come, bringing with her forces from the north. not all - jon is still at winterfell and needs men there as well. he’d been wary of her venture but in truth, sansa is as much in charge as he is when it comes to the north and he hadn’t been able to stop her once she’d heard via raven the lannisters intended to take highgarden. she would not allow it - besides, they will need all the men and gold and grain in the north shortly enough for the war against the white walkers, and having highgarden on their side is something they need.

    she slows as she comes into the courtyard of the main castle; brienne is at her side in an instant, helping her from her horse before her hand goes to her sword. ever faithful brienne. she smiles her thanks, and turns her gaze to the commotion around her. maesters and healers running about, her men trying to clean up the debris and take numbers - she turns to one of her loyal commanders. 

    “take me to lady margaery and lady olenna.”

[magiciitself]

    “You must be our newest arrival. I’m Merlin. You may call on me for anything you might need.” Merlin had heard that someone new would be arriving, he didn’t realize that they would be a princess. Well, he assumed she was a princess. Perhaps she was a lady? He still wasn’t sure how how he was to figure out who was who when they arrived unless he was told ahead of time, which he hadn’t been, just that someone would be arriving. “I can take you to your chambers if you’d like. They’ve already been set up for your stay.” 

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[briennexofxtarth]

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[ sms : Margaery ] → I just dropped my coffee!

[ sms : Margaery ] → I’m assuming this wasn’t intentional.

[ sms : Margaery ] → But, I mean, if that’s the reaction you were looking for...

[avaliantprince]

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Word of the wildfire explosion that had taken the lives of many had spread quickly. According to what Arthur had assumed to be reliable information, Margaery Tyrell had been one of the ones killed in the explosion. Though he didn’t know her personally, he’d heard a few whispers of her name during his travels through Westeros. She had sounded like a much better woman than Cersei, whom Arthur didn’t approve of sitting on the Iron Throne. She was wicked and malicious and in his eyes, not to be trusted.

After joining forces with Daenerys, Pendragon house a loyal ally, he’d accompanied her to Winterfell. It was here that Arthur began to question the information being fed to him. Was there any truth to it at all? How many lies had been spun, and how many threads would he have to untangle to separate the truth from the lies? Margaery Tyrell was in fact alive, for she was here at Winterfell.

“I don’t mean to disturb you, milady. Word of your arrival has made its rounds rather quickly around Winterfell,” Arthur spoke, waiting in the doorway that had been left open. He didn’t want to intrude, as Margaery was probably rather tired from her travels. “I can’t help but wonder how you’re here. The last I had heard, you’d been killed in a wildfire explosion.” Had it been all part of the plan to fake her death? Or had she somehow, someway been resurrected from the dead?

[olliscot]

“Fuck me harder, make me scream your name.” racer au <3

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              winning had it’s advantages. for starters he won. enough to give anyone an ego boost. the moment he got out of the car there was cheering, people trying to talk to him all over, and bottles of champagne popping everywhere like it was the new year. far from the new year as he unzipped his suit the first moment he could with how bloody hot he was. oliver was all smiles. happy to mingle, to chat up the ones who invested so much in him, go through the round of endless interviews. throughout the entire moment, however, all he could think about was margaery. he did consider her something of a good luck charm. maybe, just maybe, he did think she was quite the reason he won.

oliver wasted no time in sneaking away from the crowd. no before he grabbed a bottle of champagne and grabbed the hand of the too beautiful nurse he became all too infatuated with. there was a party meant to happen. one he would be late to given how quickly things escalated between the two of them. there was no fake tension or teasing. no scars or bruises for her to clean. no, it was victory sex. they were tucked around a little corner that just about anyone could find. that made it all the more thrilling. to know they could get caught if they even were just a little bit too loud. 

oh well. 

he had her up against the wall as his cock was buried deep in that wet cunt of hers. a pity he didn’t get to taste her. time for that later as they were both a mess as he held her up, only enough of their clothing gone so he could fuck her properly, kissing along the line of her jaw as he was eager to leave a little mark on her neck so everyone would know whose cock she had, the very one that made her scream. “you’re going to get us caught.” he panted in her ear as he complied with her request. not that he was all that against it. hardly. certainly not as he pulled out, lingering for a moment, before he slammed back inside of her. that had him moaning a touch too loud. “you’ll be screaming my name so everyone at this race track will know who is back here fuckin’ you.” just saying the words caused him to have a certain rush. a throb of his cock inside that warm cunt, breathing harder, sucking at the skin of her exposed neck. “let everyone know whose cock you’re taking. right here. barely hidden away.” he panted, slipping his hand between their bodies, finding her clit, a smirk as he kissed the mark he was leaving. “walk around with my cum drippin’ down your legs. how naughty, margaery.” 

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        “ Grandmother has convinced Father that the Kingsguard shall be the best place for me. And it shall. ”

The knight had heard of the horrors which the king had put people through, some he had even bore witness to. It was sickening, particularly for Ser Loras to think that his younger sister was to wed such a monster, but he knew what it meant for his House, for his family.

        “ Though my duty will be to serve King Joffrey, I shall be at your side always - this I promise to you. ”

Ser Loras had always maintained a streak of protectiveness over Margaery, even when he had been sent to Storm’s End. They were more akin to twins, and so the knight felt his sister’s pain as his own. He oft feared for her, for what the king might do.

An arm moved up, an offering for Margaery to hold. He would miss these moments, where they needn’t worry for who surrounded them nor what they spoke of. Everything was to change soon, and they would have even less time to wander.

[jonquildove]

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Sansa was excited at the prospect of going to Highgarden, which surely seemed like a magical place, one that she had previously associated with King’s Landing, once upon a time. It gladdened her heart, that she would not see Joffrey again, she was free of the Lannisters at last. Free to marry Willas Tyrell, a man who the girl said was kind and liked hawking. He had a brown haired moustache, and wore clothes of finery, like a suit. She loved having her sister Margaery, she smiling as they leaned out on the balcony railing together. She’d always wanted a sister like her. They talked and hung out in the gardens at the red keep in King's Landing, bonding over their interests, like going dress shopping and asian dramas. Margaery had said about marrying Willas, during going deeper in the garden, whispering it, as she knew there were spiders in the garden. She could see how scared the girl was, trembling in her body, she seeing the girl stressed and in terror, a reddening bruise on her cheek. She had said Joffrey was a monster, at Olenna's persistence of wanting to know if he was a good or bad man for Margaery; knowing from experience that Aerion Brightfire was handsome yet a monster still. She clasped Margaery’s arm in excitement, as the ship docked at the Mander’s port, and the ship captain announced to the travellers that it was time to get off. Seeing Highgarden for the first time, she thought that it truly lived up to its reputation, as the prime capital of the Reach, a white and brown castle surrounded by a rosebush garden with mountains rising up in the background, she hoping it was okay to start a life there. She could see golden roses adorning the triangular rosebushes in the gardens. “I am ever so happy we’re here, Margaery. If the Lannisters had heard of this plan, beforehand…”