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Just saw there will be a part 2 to relinquish! Aaaah im so excited!! You are an amazing writer!

You can find part 2 here! Hope you enjoy <3

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hihihi i would love to hear some hcs for ramsay bolton x prince!joffrey baratheon !!! :3

This is not a pairing I am aware existed nor am I comfortable writing it I’m afraid :(

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ALSO I SAW YOURE 21 NOW! IT WAS 20 YESTERDAY! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! THANK YOU FOR SPOILING ME WITH YOUR BEAUTIFUL LITERATURE! YOU MAKE ME CREAM MY PANTS!

WAIT WAS IT UR BIRTHDAY OR MINE BC MY BDAY ISNT UNTIL NOVEMBER??????? HAPPY BURTHDAT??????

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Hi! I would love to request a part 2 to relinquish. I love it so much!

Part 2 can be found here! Enjoy <3

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Relinquish

Part 2

Notes: this follows directly on from part 1, which can be found here! It is merely a little smutty insight into the wedding night of Lyarra and Stannis 👀 I will not be continuing with ‘Relinquish’ after this one, however I am happy to use Lyarra Stark as a stark!OC in other Stannis x stark!oc fics if you so wish.

Content warning: arranged marriage, reference to loss of virginity. Age gap (Lyarra and Robb have both been aged up to around 19), references to sexual harassment.

It was time for the bedding ceremony. It seemed that the prospect of carting the King and Queen to the marriage chamber was the only thing that could liven up the tense wedding feast, where bard and fool had failed.

As she was hoisted to her feet, and then off the ground, Lyarra searched for a familiar face as foreign hands lifted her. It was custom, she knew. Her lady mother had been through the same, and her mother before her, but it was no less unnerving. She saw Robb and his men rise, urged by their mother. Of course she would encourage him, she thought, otherwise it would look like he did not wholly want this alliance. As she was carried through the dreary halls of Dragonstone, she felt a hand squeeze hers- surely that was Robb’s…

***

Alone- save for her dour husband… her king- Lyarra let out a shaking breath. They had exchanged only a handful of words in the few days they had known one another, and now she was to share his bed. As she opened her mouth to speak, he cut her off. He was very direct, this Stannis Baratheon.

“You are a maiden, I take it?” At her nod and faint blush, he continued. “We must consummate this marriage for all the laws of gods and men to recognise it as legitimate. That is, you and I will-“

“Forgive me, your Grace,” Lyarra said. “But I know what will happen. My lady mother explained it to me. My maids as well. And I have four brothers, and grew up with two of them, as well as my father’s ward, who has had more women than I have had roasted pheasant,”

Stannis gritted his teeth for a moment. It seemed to be a thing he did when he was thinking, Lyarra had noticed, and her husband was always thinking. “And did your lady mother explain precisely what a man and wife do? How their bodies are to… join?”

Lyarra sighed slightly. “My lord need not mince his words,” she said. “I have heard of cocks and cunts and fucking since my brothers sprouted their first wisps of a mustache, no matter how much Father scolded them for speaking such filth in front of my sisters,”

Stannis looked aghast, but Lyarra merely sighed and turned away, beginning to unpin her northern bridal headdress, her dark hair tumbling down in its braid. He approached her slowly, his fingers ghosting the ends of her hair. “I thought you would have your brother and mother’s colouring. All you Stark children seem to be redheaded from what I’ve heard,”

Lyarra smiled softly. “My sister Sansa has auburn hair like my mother,” she said. “My youngest sister, Arya… we both have Father’s colouring,” she looked down, wringing her hands.

“You’re upset,” said Stannis. It was not a question; he made statements of fact, she had noticed. She nodded.

“I miss them terribly,” she said softly. “I miss them all, but I fear for the girls, trapped in the capital…”

“I would have thought your father would take you south too,” Stannis said, his eyebrows raising.

“He did,” Lyarra said, looking up at her husband. He had blue eyes like Robert and Renly, she saw, but in the candlelight of the bridal chamber they were dark like stormtossed seas. “But he sent me home. Someone needed to help mother with little Rickon, and Bran… and…” she looked away. “Father thought it would be best. He said I looked too similar to my aunt Lyanna, and he would not have my honour put at risk,”

Stannis stiffened, his jaw tightening. Although she had not said it, he could picture his drunken brother leering at her, at his wife. She may be a woman grown, he thought, but she was still a green, summer girl; vulnerable, grieving and scared. “Look at me,” he said, his fingertips grazing her chin, tilting her face up to his. Despite the boldness of her repeating the vulgar words she had learned from her brothers and their friends, there was a seemingly permanent tinge of the Stark melancholy on her long, regal face. “You will not come to harm here. Not with me, nor any of my men. You are their queen now,”

“Queen,” she murmured. In just a few short months, she had been a Lady, then a Princess, and now… a Queen. She fiddled with the fur trim of her sleeves, glancing over at the bed. The covers had been turned down, the curtains tied to the posts, and someone had scattered petals over the white sheets. She knew the washerwomen would inspect them on the morrow, and gossip would spread once the blood of her maidenhead was smeared on the linen. “I will do my duty, always,” she promised. “I will give you sons, perhaps a few more daughters too,” her fingers trailed over the folded coverlet. “My brother did his duty as King on the battlefield. Your Grace will do the same, until you must do your duty sitting the Iron Throne. And I will do a Queen’s duty here in the marriage bed, and eventually in the birthing room. For I suppose that is the Queen’s battlefield.”

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one of the things I like most about Sansa is the fact that she Isn't the perfect victim. She can be selfish and jealous and isolated and scared and angry and yet none of that removes the fact that she's a pre-teen political hostage facing horrific abuse at the hands of people who could take her life at a whim. her povs carry such a strong paranoia of being watched and fear of doing Wrong and being punished that she boxes herself into the role of the little bird, pretty and demure and quiet, and while characters like Tyrion are fooled, we know what's going through Sansa's mind, her anger towards Joffrey (which she voices once! and gets hit for), her jealousy towards Margaery and her cousins for being allowed to be naïve while Sansa herself is being forced to grow up too soon, her isolation and discomfort at court and selfish (though not unfair) anger towards Arya and Ned (and Joffrey and Cersei) for Lady's death in Nymeria's place. Sansa's flaws makes her story of surviving said abuse much more real, because there are no truly 'perfect victims' irl, each and every one will have their flaws, and understanding that none of those flaws make the faced abuse justified is very important I feel

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EEK OMG IM SO HAPPY U LIKED IT!!!! (I do love a fic commentary!!!!!)

Also ur welcome to request anything else <333 i too love this old man!!!!

ALSO ALSO ALSO thanks for picking up on my using old ass words!!! I am a huge fkin history nerd !!!

HI!! I SAW YOUR POST AND RAN TO REQUEST. *clears throat* if i may, i would like to please request a tywin lannister x reader. perhaps they both have mutual respect for each other but don't really show too much emotion/affection, then something triggers it. i feel it would be so good if it was something super miniscule like reader's dress didnt arrive or smth then tywin is 😡 my wife deserves a dress. <3 thank you so much.

Keeping Up Appearances

Tywin Lannister x wife!reader

Notes: I love this idea!! I’m trying so hard to get back into writing after a looooong hiatus, and I absolutely adore playing around with characters from ASOIAF!! If you wanna submit a request, please do! This post has some details of characters and situations I especially want to write for <3

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Content warnings: arranged/political marriage (but not in an angsty way); reader is described as having long hair and a ‘soft’ body (take from that what you will), allusions to sexual desire and references to sex, but no smut!!

“Lord Lannister is without, my lady,”

You looked over your shoulder and nodded, setting down your hairbrush. Pulling on your long bedrobe, you nodded at the handmaiden, whose body was shielding your husband from viewing you in a state of undress.

“Permit him entry, Wendolyn, and then you may retire for the night,” you murmured. The handmaid nodded and bobbed a little curtsy. A moment later, your husband entered the chamber. “My lord,” you said, smoothing out the silk of your bedrobe. “This is a pleasant surprise. Is aught amiss?”

It was indeed rare for the Lord of Casterly Rock to appear in your wing, let alone in your bedchamber. If he wanted you to perform your wifely duties in his bid for a son who was not a disgrace nor vowed to chastity, you were the one summoned to his rooms. Otherwise, he allowed you your space, and left you with your ladies and maids for company. He presumed you enjoyed their company more than his, as was usual for a marriage such as yours.

Yet here he was, still dressed in his daytime clothes. You did not miss the faint flicker of desire that passed over his face at the sight of you stripped of finery. It was rare he saw you without your hair wound in braids, your neck and ears and wrists adorned with jewels, and your body wrapped in the finest silks and velvets and lace. Seeing you like this… it was intimate in itself; your hair fell in a silken tumble past your shoulders, your robe wrapped only loosely around your soft body.

He wondered if you wore one of your wispy nightdresses underneath, or nothing at all…

“Nothing is amiss, My Lady,” he said, those sharp green eyes dragging back up to meet yours. “I apologise for the late hour, but I wanted to ensure you had the necessary arrangements for tomorrow’s frivolities in hand,”

You smiled and suppressed a chuckle. “If by arrangements for tomorrow’s ‘frivolities’ you mean have I instructed the cooks and the maids and the servings lads as to their duties to ensure the smooth running the feast we are hosting for your bannermen and their parties, then yes, My Lord, everything is in hand,”

You expected him to nod and turn on his heel and leave, but his eyes were still on you- or rather, your body. He wanted you, you knew. Tentatively, you drifted over to your dresser. “Will you take a cup of hippocras? I’m afraid I don’t have anything richer before bed…”

Tywin nodded, his footsteps echoing as he walked to your side. “Just a cup,” he said. “I must say, I have drank more hippocras since marrying you than- is that what you’re wearing tomorrow?”

You followed his eyes to the gown hanging by your mirror. Feeling your cheeks heat, you turned to it. “Will it not suit? Is it too plain? I thought My Lord would appreciate the gold needlework on the bodice-”

Tywin held up his hand to stop your fretting. “This dress will suit if it is what you want to wear, but I assumed you would utilise that bolt of velvet I had sent to you,”

You folded your hands in front of you, over your tummy. It was something you did when you were nervous, he had noticed. “And the velvet is very handsome, my lord, and I am so very grateful. It’s just…” Tywin arched his brows expectantly. “It’s just that the gown won’t be ready in time,”

Tywin fixed you with a stare, and you felt very much like prey before a lion preparing to pounce. But he simply nodded. He drank his hippocras and bade you goodnight, before retiring to his own bed.

The following morning, your maids were helping you dress. Once laced into your undergarments, you looked towards the gown you had selected, but your maids did not move to take it down and help you into it.

“If it please My Lady,” one said. “Lord Lannister has requested you wear this instead,”

Your seamstress entered the room, along with her girls, carrying a gown made from the luxurious velvet Tywin had gifted you. You gazed at the gown, and then back up at the seamstress, and in answer to your unuttered question, she simply said, “His Lordship sent his own tailor and his lads to me last night,”

**

Once dressed, you walked from your chambers to the entrance hall, your heavy gown rustling around your feet. It was expertly crafted, the thick velvet shielding you from the coastal winds of Casterly Rock, the dagged sleeves reaching almost to the floor, the bodice and sleeves and hems furnished with delicate golden lace.

The corner of Tywin’s mouth twitched as he saw you approach, which for him was paramount to a beaming grin. As you took his arm, you squeezed his elbow slightly. “My Lord was very kind to send his own tailor to help finish this gown,” you murmured, looking up at him briefly.

“Hm,” Tywin said, as you walked together to greet his guests. “You are my wife, and the lady of Casterly Rock,” he said, reaching for your other hand. As he brushed his lips over your knuckles (furnished with the rubies he had given you as a bridegift, he was pleased to note) he looked up at you. “We must keep up appearances, after all,”

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HI!! I SAW YOUR POST AND RAN TO REQUEST. *clears throat* if i may, i would like to please request a tywin lannister x reader. perhaps they both have mutual respect for each other but don't really show too much emotion/affection, then something triggers it. i feel it would be so good if it was something super miniscule like reader's dress didnt arrive or smth then tywin is 😡 my wife deserves a dress. <3 thank you so much.

Keeping Up Appearances

Tywin Lannister x wife!reader

Notes: I love this idea!! I’m trying so hard to get back into writing after a looooong hiatus, and I absolutely adore playing around with characters from ASOIAF!! If you wanna submit a request, please do! This post has some details of characters and situations I especially want to write for <3

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Content warnings: arranged/political marriage (but not in an angsty way); reader is described as having long hair and a ‘soft’ body (take from that what you will), allusions to sexual desire and references to sex, but no smut!!

“Lord Lannister is without, my lady,”

You looked over your shoulder and nodded, setting down your hairbrush. Pulling on your long bedrobe, you nodded at the handmaiden, whose body was shielding your husband from viewing you in a state of undress.

“Permit him entry, Wendolyn, and then you may retire for the night,” you murmured. The handmaid nodded and bobbed a little curtsy. A moment later, your husband entered the chamber. “My lord,” you said, smoothing out the silk of your bedrobe. “This is a pleasant surprise. Is aught amiss?”

It was indeed rare for the Lord of Casterly Rock to appear in your wing, let alone in your bedchamber. If he wanted you to perform your wifely duties in his bid for a son who was not a disgrace nor vowed to chastity, you were the one summoned to his rooms. Otherwise, he allowed you your space, and left you with your ladies and maids for company. He presumed you enjoyed their company more than his, as was usual for a marriage such as yours.

Yet here he was, still dressed in his daytime clothes. You did not miss the faint flicker of desire that passed over his face at the sight of you stripped of finery. It was rare he saw you without your hair wound in braids, your neck and ears and wrists adorned with jewels, and your body wrapped in the finest silks and velvets and lace. Seeing you like this… it was intimate in itself; your hair fell in a silken tumble past your shoulders, your robe wrapped only loosely around your soft body.

He wondered if you wore one of your wispy nightdresses underneath, or nothing at all…

“Nothing is amiss, My Lady,” he said, those sharp green eyes dragging back up to meet yours. “I apologise for the late hour, but I wanted to ensure you had the necessary arrangements for tomorrow’s frivolities in hand,”

You smiled and suppressed a chuckle. “If by arrangements for tomorrow’s ‘frivolities’ you mean have I instructed the cooks and the maids and the servings lads as to their duties to ensure the smooth running the feast we are hosting for your bannermen and their parties, then yes, My Lord, everything is in hand,”

You expected him to nod and turn on his heel and leave, but his eyes were still on you- or rather, your body. He wanted you, you knew. Tentatively, you drifted over to your dresser. “Will you take a cup of hippocras? I’m afraid I don’t have anything richer before bed…”

Tywin nodded, his footsteps echoing as he walked to your side. “Just a cup,” he said. “I must say, I have drank more hippocras since marrying you than- is that what you’re wearing tomorrow?”

You followed his eyes to the gown hanging by your mirror. Feeling your cheeks heat, you turned to it. “Will it not suit? Is it too plain? I thought My Lord would appreciate the gold needlework on the bodice-”

Tywin held up his hand to stop your fretting. “This dress will suit if it is what you want to wear, but I assumed you would utilise that bolt of velvet I had sent to you,”

You folded your hands in front of you, over your tummy. It was something you did when you were nervous, he had noticed. “And the velvet is very handsome, my lord, and I am so very grateful. It’s just…” Tywin arched his brows expectantly. “It’s just that the gown won’t be ready in time,”

Tywin fixed you with a stare, and you felt very much like prey before a lion preparing to pounce. But he simply nodded. He drank his hippocras and bade you goodnight, before retiring to his own bed.

The following morning, your maids were helping you dress. Once laced into your undergarments, you looked towards the gown you had selected, but your maids did not move to take it down and help you into it.

“If it please My Lady,” one said. “Lord Lannister has requested you wear this instead,”

Your seamstress entered the room, along with her girls, carrying a gown made from the luxurious velvet Tywin had gifted you. You gazed at the gown, and then back up at the seamstress, and in answer to your unuttered question, she simply said, “His Lordship sent his own tailor and his lads to me last night,”

**

Once dressed, you walked from your chambers to the entrance hall, your heavy gown rustling around your feet. It was expertly crafted, the thick velvet shielding you from the coastal winds of Casterly Rock, the dagged sleeves reaching almost to the floor, the bodice and sleeves and hems furnished with delicate golden lace.

The corner of Tywin’s mouth twitched as he saw you approach, which for him was paramount to a beaming grin. As you took his arm, you squeezed his elbow slightly. “My Lord was very kind to send his own tailor to help finish this gown,” you murmured, looking up at him briefly.

“Hm,” Tywin said, as you walked together to greet his guests. “You are my wife, and the lady of Casterly Rock,” he said, reaching for your other hand. As he brushed his lips over your knuckles (furnished with the rubies he had given you as a bridegift, he was pleased to note) he looked up at you. “We must keep up appearances, after all,”

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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I really wanna do some drabbles and one shots and hcs for game of thrones/asoiaf, so PLEASE send me lil requests, especially for:

Tywin Lannister x reader

Lannister family x reader (where reader is a daughter, sister etc to the Lannister family)

Sandor Clegane x reader

Ned stark x reader

Stannis Baratheon x reader

My oc, Helaena Baratheon (info about her, and fics about her relationship w her family)

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tumblr sugar daddy bots piss me off like stop playing with my feelings like that because i really DO want a weekly allowance of $2,500 to $5,000 :(((((

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I really wanna do some drabbles and one shots and hcs for game of thrones/asoiaf, so PLEASE send me lil requests, especially for:

Tywin Lannister x reader

Lannister family x reader (where reader is a daughter, sister etc to the Lannister family)

Sandor Clegane x reader

Ned stark x reader

Stannis Baratheon x reader

My oc, Helaena Baratheon (info about her, and fics about her relationship w her family)

(Btw they can be sfw or nsfw or angsty!!!)

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why is sansa stark hating so common. like she's a little girl. she's terrified, she's trapped, she's being handed from one pedophile to the next, she saw her dad's head get cut off, she's alone, all her siblings are dead, her mom is dead, she's 11 years old, she's supposed to be making rubber band loom bracelets and listening to one direction, she's just a kid. all the most evil characters in the book hate her for no reason other than she's ned's kid. she's also a very smart, polite, and kind girl. she's preppy in the first book, but her greatest sin is what? being a girl? being a little girl? being a bit snooty (which she quickly gets beaten out of her anyway)? yall are horrible

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Hello! :3 Can I request Severus Snape x student reader? (reader is of age). She has not been able to fully graduate because of how badly she is doing in Potions and she has to retake the subject. She was doing badly because she strangely has feelings for the Potions professor, she is always nervous and does not pay attention, until she has no choice but to confess because she can't concentrate.

(Can she be from the Gryffindor house? It would be great since Severus usually says hurtful things and because I love Gryffindor ♡)

I’m sorry, I’m really not feeling this request. Please feel free to send it to another writer to see if they will be able to fulfill it for you <3

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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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Closeups of a rough (!!) Cersei wip I guess tehe

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Inspo for the eyes is that quote by Jaime (in affc I believe) about Cersei’s eyes of wildfire