#【✧when the sun has set】: loras

[cosmicwar]

[kingsmoot]

No but literally Loras gets absolutely CRUSHED by the fop-ification. As soon as the Battle of the Blackwater is over they make sure he never wears armor again, he never gets to show his prowess as a warrior, and he just has sex with every man who walks close enough (and he is also allergic to being around girls). He talks fashion, he limps his wrist, and then he gets captured and tortured by the High Sparrow for a season and a half, culminating in them carving a seven-pointed-star into his forehead right before he dies. Loras goes from being A Character who is Gay to THE GAY CHARACTER in every hateful way the show can think of and I am never going to be over it.

[addaerontruther]

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

Loras Tyrell and Renly Baratheon by @faeporcelain ⛅️

[salialenart]

day 2: favourite ship with a Tyrell

is Renly&Loras to me #housetyrellweek

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When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.

—Loras Tyrell to Tyrion Lannister

[scmg11]

HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

TAILOR-MADE FOR ME

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! I'm here with yet another smut imagine? Are you happy?

I'm trying to make amends for me disappearing for a while with this smut streak, so I hope you'll enjoy.

As always let me know what you guys think!

Sending love ❤️

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Summary: Y/N is Hailee's stylist for her role Kate in Hawkeye. Something instantly clicks and when it comes to take Hailee's measurements for her costumes, something interesting happens.

Warnings: smut smut smut.

Word count: 8240 words.

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Hailee smiled widely when the bright sun of June hit her face and warmed her body in a delicious way.

"Hey! Come in!" Hailee’s smile got sheepish when she knocked on the fitting room door where the tv show’s stylists were and a brunette, mid-aged woman opened it a few seconds later and let her in with a big grin.

"Hi. Sorry, I’m late. I got a meeting with the directors."

"Don’t worry darling, we were already working on your and Jeremy’s things. He will be here soon."

Hailee looked around the room curiously and found a few mannequins with pieces of clothes perched on it, more pieces of clothes scattered around a big table in middle of the room with a few sketches of costumes and clothes for their show and all kind of utensils and stuff that are necessary to create clothes from scratch. "Oh great!" Hailee’s smile broadened as she walked further into the room and took a few more items in, before taking a seat on a stool near the table when the woman signaled her to.

"I’m Darla. I pretty much work on Jeremy’s wardrobe. Oh yes, Hailee- this is Lora. We had been coworkers for almost 10 years. She works on creating, alongside a small team, superhero’s costumes."

"Hi, nice to meet you. Both of you."

"You are probably wondering who is gonna take care about Kate’s wardrobe and costumes, aren’t you?" Hailee nodded gingerly at the question with a small smile on her lips, curious on who is gonna create her character’s clothes and who she is going to spend a lot of time together about discussing everything about her wardrobe and all the fitting that would come. "Right on cue, Y/N. She is going to be your personal stylist." Darla grinned at someone behind Hailee’s back and nodded in her direction.

"Hi." A small, shy voice sounded behind her, making her turn around and almost drop her jaw on the floor at the beauty that was the girl she had in front of her. The amused grin that spread over Y/N’s lips told Hailee she must’ve been quiet for too long, so she shook her head to get out of her haze and grinned at her sheepishly, a small blush unfolding on her cheeks.

"Hi. I’m Hailee."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you. Big fan." Hailee reprimanded herself for the butterflies that erupted in her stomach at the Y/H/C girl’s admission and used the opportunity of Y/N being distracted by her coworkers to sweep her eyes up and down the girl’s figure and taking it in. "Are you ready to start?"

"Yeah!" Hailee cursed under her breath at her eager response but followed Y/N out of the door, both bidding the other two women goodbye and walking towards a small building. "I thought we would have worked on my wardrobe. Where are we going?"

"We are going to my studio. Jeremy will have his own fitting session soon. So it won’t be a problem and too much hassle with you two in the same room." Y/N chuckled at the actress’ curious question and smiled at her warmly.

"Oh great!"

"It’s not too far. We’re almost there."

"When did you start this job?" Hailee asked after a few seconds of silence, genuinely intrigued about Y/N’s career. "I can tell you’re really young."

"I’m 24." Y/N snorted under her breath and regarded Hailee with an amused look, "I started when I was really young. My mom has a tailor shop and I grew up there. When I was only 16 I started an internship for Valentino in Italy and my career basically started from there."

"Holy shit that’s amazing!" Hailee answered dreamily making Y/N laugh softly as she fished a set of keys from her pocket and opened a door of a small building.

"I still get called there from time to time. I like to call them my second family." Y/N stated as she switched the lights on and moved around to grab a few things she will need to start Hailee’s fitting session.

"You absolutely have to take me with you when you get back."

"I will." Y/N smiled affectionately at Hailee and stared at her fondly, both girls frozen on their spots like the world stopped moving for a couple of seconds, "after finishing my job here." Y/N cracked a joke after she noticed she was starting to get lost into Hailee’s magnetic brown irises, so as soon as she shook her head imperceptibly she broke their staring contest and spoke up to lighten up the sudden heavy air filled with some kind of electricity.

"Right." Hailee chuckled and nodded, looking around a few moments before focusing her attention back on Y/N. "Where do you want me?"

Y/N lifted her head up from the table where her tape measure was and arched her right eyebrow up cheekily, a gesture that made the singer realize what she just asked and a scorching blush dusted on her cheeks. "Cheeky Steinfeld. We’ve only just met."

"And I already hate you." Y/N chuckled at Hailee rolling her eyes in fake annoyance and shook her head.

"I don’t know why but I fell like you’re lying."

"Because I am!" Hailee whined in protest and leaned over to hit Y/N gently on her shoulder, who giggled at her childish antics.

"Anyway, you can get yourself comfy wherever you want. I wanted to show you some outfits first before starting your fitting."

"Sounds great!"

"Okay this is the first one." Y/N picked up a pair of blue ripped jeans and a white t-shirt from the clothes rack, "I was thinking, maybe we could pair it up with a black, zip hoodie. Y’know giving her casual clothes to give off cool vibes. Like-" Y/N trailed off to think about a sentence to put what she wanted to say into words but Hailee beat her to it.

"Like ‘I’m rich but I don’t want to show it off’." The two smiled at her statement before Y/N nodded and chuckled softly.

"Yeah, something like that, exactly." Y/N trailed off a few seconds before wiggling the clothes in her hands and lifted her right eyebrow up in question, "so, do you like them?"

"No." Y/N’s face almost fell at the short answer, but fought against it and was ready to nod dejectedly when Hailee’s voice reached her ears once again, "I love them!"

The warm, million dollars smile that Hailee sent her was enough to make Y/N’s stomach flip over itself while her cheeks tinted softly in a pink, almost red hue. "Wanna try them first or do you want me to show you everything that I want you to see and then try them on?"

"Show me everything and then I’ll try every outfit on so we’ll decide how everything looks on me." Hailee grinned brightly at Y/N and watched her nod before leaving the clothes she had in her hands on the table, watching her place them gingerly on the half occupied surface, and grabbing another outfit, which consisted of a purple, without a hoodie sweatshirt and a matching pair of purple sweats. "Wow, this is awesome."

"Yeah, the writers told me to give Kate comfy clothes and from what I’ve read in the comics, she really loves purple. So I combined these two things." Y/N chuckled with a small shrug, her eyes switching between Hailee and the clothes she had in her hands as she explained her choices - she knew she didn’t have to explain everything to the singer, but she wanted to -.

"You’ve read the comics?"

"Yeah. I actually am a Marvel geek." Y/N smiled brightly as her cheeks tinted again with a slight blush at the admission she wasn’t exactly planning to say to the brunette, but since she was already in deep, she kept going, "I honestly never heard about your character, I did only when Marvel casted you as Kate and called me to start thinking about creating clothes for her and for you of course."

"You’re kidding right?! I would’ve never guessed you were a Marvel fan, let alone a Marvel geek!" Hailee slightly punched the Y/H/C girl’s shoulder, making her stumble a bit in her spot and eliciting a small, soft laugh from her at her gesture, a sound contagious enough to make her giggle quietly too under her breath. "Anyway, it’s so cool! You’re literally doing your dream job."

"Yeah! And keep being this great to work with and Kate will be my favorite character." Y/N quipped with a small wink making Hailee roll her eyes in fond annoyance and shook her head slightly.

"Keep being this great to work with and you will be my favorite stylist." Hailee countered back wittingly, causing a small laugh to leave Y/N’s lips. The Y/H/C girl showed Hailee a few more outfits between laughs and jokes, Hailee approving each one of them, but also helping Y/N upgrading a few outfits with a couple ideas that Y/N was enthusiastic to listen to and approved happily.

"Okay, now we have a few things I personally love. Suits."

"Wow. The grey one is amazing!"

"Wait to see the last suit." Y/N wiggled her eyebrows mischievously before lifting the black tuxedo up and showed it to Hailee, who merely opened her mouth in an O shape and stared at it with a mix of shock, bewilderment and awe.

"Holy shit." Hailee walked over to Y/N to touch the clothes, to feel the suit’s fabric, "this is so fucking beautiful." Hailee examined the outfit a few more seconds before asking curiously, "hold on, you showed me 3 suits. Am I going to wear all of them or do I have to choose the one that I like the most?"

"No, you are going to wear them all. I read the script and the comics and started imagining you as Kate and out of the blue I thought ‘Hailee should wear suits in the show. They look so great on her and it would be perfect for her character Kate’s persona and vibes.’"

"I’m not gonna lie, I love them too. I feel amazing in them. Powerful. Hot. So it is great to wear them in the show too." Hailee covered her blush up triggered by the Y/H/C girl’s compliment with acting cool and answering like she wasn’t exploding on the inside, crossing her arms under her chest and laying with her butt on the table, on one leg crossed over the other.

"Not to mention I think that she is gay, bi maybe. So they work perfectly." Y/N admitted nonchalantly as she chuckled under her breath to cover up her nerves from her statement, eagerly waiting for Hailee’s response to it.

"Did you notice it too?! I read the comics while studying my lines and I was like, ‘girls are gonna fall for her so hard’. She is definitely gay." Y/N chuckled with a nod of agreement, fighting the ‘since you’re playing her, I already fell for you and her’ that was so close to tumble out of her mouth and instead she let silence engulf them a few more seconds before speaking up again as she lifted the suits up for Hailee to put on.

"Okay then, time to try them on so I can see if the clothes fit perfectly. Then tomorrow we’re gonna take your measurements for your costumes."

"Great!" Hailee grabbed a few clothes and walked into the small changing room Y/N had in her studio to start her fitting session.

"Wow! It looks amazing!" Hailee blushed furiously under the scrutinizing look Y/N was regarding her with as her eyes swept up and down her body to take her figure clad in the black jeans and grey blazer in. "I think the blazer need to be fixed a bit on the shoulders. Come here, let me see."

Hailee shook her head imperceptibly to get rid of her blush and chastised herself as she walked towards Y/N, swaying her hips more than necessary. Hailee can you please get a fucking grip on yourself? Okay she is hot, but this doesn’t mean you can try to seduce her. Calm the fuck down. "Wow, I don’t know why but this outfit screams ‘Kate Bishop’!" Hailee exclaimed enthusiastically as she eyed herself better on the full-length mirror in Y/N’s studio, almost fainting when she felt the Y/H/C girl’s body flush behind her own to take a look over the singer’s left shoulder while adjusting the blazer on Hailee’s upper body.

"It really is!" Y/N replied enthusiastically before getting back to her task at hand, "okay, I need to shorten the length of the sleeves. The rest looks completely fine. Can you take your blazer off? I need to take a better look at your pants." Hailee fought against a burning blush at the Y/E/C girl’s sentence and silently nodded, before doing what Y/N asked and placing the garment on the table near them, all the while pushing the dirty thoughts in the back of her head, out of reach. "How do you feel them on? Are they too tight?"

"Hm- no. I mean they are meant to be skinny, right?" Y/N nodded softly and stared at Hailee through the mirror over her shoulder, "so they are a bit tight, but the good kind of tight." Hailee noticed Y/N’s eyes on her ass and asked herself if it was because Y/N had to actually see if it fitted perfectly or because she was staring at her ass. Hailee stop, of course is because of her job. Little did Hailee know, Y/N wasn’t exactly doing her job as her darkened eyes stared hungrily on Hailee’s ass, highlighted heavenly by her black jeans.

"Okay, can you put your combat boots on now? I need to see if the length of the jeans is perfect."

Hailee did as she was told and walked back towards Y/N, glad that the girl was busy on adjusting her pants with her shoes on to notice the crimson color adorning her cheeks when the girl crouched down and stroked her legs on her way down. Jeez, Hailee. Can you please stop thinking about many other ways Y/N could be between your legs and caress them? Be professional.

After spending another hour with Hailee trying a few clothes on - and keeping her dirty mind and big, gay crush on Y/N at bay in the Y/E/C girl’s presence - and Y/N making sure they fitted her perfectly, the two hugged tightly before Hailee walked out of Y/N’s studio, with her heart beating fast at the short but heartfelt embrace and at the promise of seeing Y/N the day after.

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"Mh- it doesn’t feel perfect. I feel like it needs something."

"How about this?" Hailee lifted a beanie up and examined it, showing it to Y/N who smiled brightly at the item into the singer’s hand, a gesture that freed wild butterflies in the brunette’s stomach, and nodded enthusiastically. It had been a week since they started working together on shaping Kate’s persona through her clothes and Hailee admitted to herself that she had a tiny, little crush on the stylist but tried to keep it at bay since she was 100% sure the girl would never feel the same.

"It’s perfect! Try it on." Hailee walked back towards the mirror and put the garment on, feeling like the look was finally complete. "A-ma-zing!" Y/N patted Hailee’s shoulders as she drawled her words, before flushing her front on Hailee’s back and hugging the singer in enthusiasm, not noticing the flustered state she instantly put the brunette in. "We still have 20 minutes before we are done for the day. Do you want me to start taking your measurements?"

They delayed that said task to focus on completing Kate’s wardrobe, so now that they were almost done Y/N decided to start working on Kate’s costumes too. "Yeah, sure."

"Okay, I need you to take off your clothes and leave your undergarments on if it’s okay with you." Hailee felt her brain short-circuit at the request as she stood frozen a couple of seconds on her spot with her eyes widened slightly and a bit out of breath.

"Y-yeah. N-no problem." Hailee cleared her throat to get rid of the lump in her throat and with her heart beating fast in her chest, she started undressing in front of Y/N. Bold move Steinfeld, I’ll give you that. She told herself proudly as she placed her t-shirt on the chair beside Y/N and watched the girl lift her head up from the page she was scribbling something on, reveling in the soft blush tinting Y/N’s cheeks when she noticed Hailee standing half naked beside her with a small smile on her lips, something that she couldn’t reciprocate due to her brain exploding in her head at the hot sight that was Hailee half naked, near her. Damn, I wish I had a sexy pair of underwear on instead of boy shorts. Hailee thought as she pulled her pants off and laid them on her t-shirt, already placed on the backrest of the chair in front of her. "Okay, I’m ready."

Y/N seemed a bit unfocused for a few seconds as she fumbled with her utensils to take Hailee’s measurements, something that sparked hope in the pit of the singer’s stomach. "I’ll just take a couple of measurements since we have very little time to work on it fully."

Hailee smirked inwardly at Y/N rambling to explain what she needs to do like she needed to explain her job, spurring her on to act on her feelings and to try to seduce the stylist right on that moment. "Are you going to show me the results while still working on it?"

"I wanted them to be a surprise, but if you insist, yeah, I’ll show you the first sketches tomorrow." Y/N caved in as she placed the tape measure on Hailee’s arm, making the girl shiver visibly at her fingers grazing her skin. Hailee then almost pushed her core onto Y/N’s face when the girl crouched down and placed the tape measure on the juncture between her left leg and left hip and took the length of her thigh. "Okay, we’re done for the day. We’ll continue this tomorrow."

The day after Hailee made sure to put on the sexiest matching set of underwear and bra she had on, her panties a bit see-through to tease Y/N a bit and to study her reaction a bit more to fully try to hit on her. "Do you have a particular idea in mind?" Hailee asked Y/N as she wrote down her arms and shoulders measurements.

"Yeah. I thought about moving away from the comics costume and creating something new for the show, but always respecting the image of the comics."

"Oh thank God! I still don’t get why she has those holes in her costume!"

"Well, I think mostly to sexualize her. I worked with Elizabeth on the Halloween episode in WandaVision. They asked me to replicate Wanda’s costume from the comics and we talked about how those costumes were designed to make female characters in the comics ‘fuckable’ for the readers."

Hailee felt a twinge of jealousy churn in her stomach when she thought about Y/N being in the same position she was right now in with her with Elizabeth, but shook her head to act normally in front of the stylist. "I noticed it too! They are always putting boobs and butts on display."

"Exactly! I’ve never seen Captain America or any other male characters showing a bit of their dicks or their nipples in the comics." Hailee chuckled at Y/N’s words and nodded in agreement, "Lizzie did the right thing by opposing to showing her boobs with Wanda’s comic costume and asking for a different one."

"And I mean her new one is so much more cool and looks so fucking hot on her." Hailee added as she watched Y/N measure her ankles and shins.

"Thanks. I worked hard on that one."

"You did it?!"

"Yeah."

"Shut up!" Hailee slapped Y/N’s shoulder when she stood right back in front of the brunette, making her chuckled at the gesture before turning around with a small shake of her head as walked over the table to write down Hailee’s measurements. "You are an amazing stylist."

"Thank you, it means a lot." Y/N smiled warmly at the singer when she turned around and she walked back closer to her with her tape measure in hand and both stayed there, staring intensely at one another for a few seconds before Y/N interrupted the silence, "okay, arms up. Perpendicular to your body."

Hailee did as she was told and then a second later swallowed the moan that was ready to tumble out of her mouth when Y/N circled her chest with the tape measure. She watched intently Y/N fumble with the utensil just a tad bit and instinctively puffed her chest a bit to push her boobs more into Y/N’s touch. A lone shiver travelled down her spine when Y/N’s finger traced the upper side of her boobs and swore she saw Y/N swallow visibly at the touch. I need to be sure.

Hailee decided to stay put as Y/N took her torso’s measurements, but when Y/N crouched down again to measure her waist, she decided to be bold and bucked her hips slightly into Y/N’s face when she moved closed to take a look at the measurement on the tape. She watched as a crimson color dusted over her face and neck and smirked broadly at the sight. When Y/N moved the tape down right on her ass and was ready to circle it around the waist, she bucked her hips again, more decisively this time, and placed her hands on Y/N’s shoulders to make her believe she was stabilizing herself after loosing her balance. "Y-y’know. I-I t-think we’re done for today. We can c-continue t-tomorrow." Y/N stumbled on her feet and murmured as she hastily tried to put a great amount of distance between them.

Hailee was ready to jump up in victory at the disheveled state she put Y/N in, but kept on with her plan. "But I still have two hours here before going to train with the stunts."

Y/N seemed speechless as she desperately tried to find her voice and words to answer her, her mouth opening and closing comically without words coming out of it. If Hailee wasn’t focused on her plan she would have chuckled at that funny sight. "I-I think I have e-enough measurements for the costume!"

Hailee lifted her right eyebrow up seductively and leaned over to look on the table at the page Y/N had all her measurements on, "but there are a few measurements missing here."

Hailee wanted to giggle when Y/N’s face fell at her words but kept her façade serious but friendly. "O-oh. Well- I don’t want you to get t-too cold!" Y/N exclaimed as she nodded enthusiastically like she finally found the perfect excuse to use right in that moment.

"I’m okay, don’t worry. We can continue-"

"We can’t okay? I-" Y/N trailed off with a sigh and massaged her temple gently, her eyes straying away from those magnetic brown pools as she focused her eyes on the table.

"Y/N-" Hailee walked towards Y/N and watched her bit on her bottom lip as she noticed the singer moving towards her, something that made Hailee’s heart flip in excitement. "Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"N-No." Y/N muttered, her head getting dizzy as the inebriating perfume coming from the singer invaded her nostrils, and almost fainted when she lifted her head up and noticed how close they were now.

"Then what is it?" Y/N met Hailee’s eyes and got lost in them from the intense look she was regarding her with, her heart beating so loud in her chest she was almost sure the singer could hear it from how close she was, but she couldn’t find her voice due to her dry throat.

"I-I-"

"Do I make you nervous while half naked?" Hailee lifted her hand up and grasped Y/N’s neck gently, cupping her nape and massaging the skin there softly, watching the girl visibly relax and shiver at her touch. "Do you want to know what I think?" Hailee whispered between them as she moved her face closer to Y/N’s one, so close their noses almost brushed together. "I think you like what you are seeing, am I right?" When Y/N nodded pitifully, Hailee grasped the Y/H/C girl’s left hip and pushed her a bit more towards herself, "use your words Y/N."

"Yes."

"Did you enjoy using the excuse to take my measurements to touch me?"

"You have no idea." Y/N let out in a hoarse voice, her heart beating in synch with her pulsating center, before swallowing to try to get rid of the sudden dryness of her throat as she cursed herself for literally confessing everything to the singer. She felt like she was under a powerful spell while looking into those magnetic brown eyes and confessing everything felt right.

"I think I have-" Hailee finally flushed their hips together while the tip of their noses touched slightly, "because I enjoyed you touching me just as much, if not more."

"Hailee."

"Y/N." They were breathing heavily as the air thickened between them, the silent room filed with their lustful pants electrifying the air a lot more, "can I kiss you?"

"Yes." Y/N let out in a pitiful whine that morphed into a moan when Hailee joined their lips together the second after her consent. Fireworks exploded all around them as their mouths moved over each other slowly but determined, savoring each passing second as both finally caved into their inner desires. Hailee’s hand placed on the girl’s hip joined the other on her neck as them both grasped her nape greedily when Y/N pushed her tongue into the mouth after asking for permission by licking the seam of her closed lips, while Y/N’s ones gripped the girl’s naked hips to flush their bodies completely together. They both grunted in pleasure when they lustfully pushed more into each other’s mouth while their tongues slid over each other in an eager dance, that spread white shocks of want all over their bodies. When Hailee’s hands gripped the girl’s scalp after a particular swipe of Y/N’s tongue, Y/N growled needily and pushed Hailee back and forcefully slammed her on the nearest wall, swallowing her lewd moan when she gripped her ass hard and groped it hungrily. "You’re so fucking hot Haiz." Y/N pulled away when her lungs started to burn from lack of air and murmured on Hailee’s lips those needy words.

"Shit Y/N!" Hailee slammed her head back on the wall when Y/N moved her mouth down her jaw and nibbled the skin there. "Right there baby." She involuntarily bucked her hips up when Y/N bit harshly on her clavicle while her hands slipped past her panties to knead her ass without any fabric in between.

"We- we should stop." Y/N reluctantly detached herself from Hailee and placed her hands safely on the girl’s waist when she girl started grinding down on nothing in need.

"No, Y/N/N, please."

"I like you Haiz. A lot. And I want to do this properly. I don’t want to treat you like a quick fuck in my studio." Y/N bracketed Hailee’s face gently and pecked her lips softly, nuzzling their noses together when she pulled away. Hailee’s stomach pretty much exploded at that cute gesture and thoughtful words, smiling appreciatively at Y/N before pecking her lips again. "Something that I’ve never done before for the record." Y/N clarified, making Hailee chuckle lovingly at her while biting on her bottom lip to prevent her smile to broaden a lot more.

"I like you too. So so much. And I know you won’t treat me like that."

"I want to take you out on a date and then maybe go further." Y/N admitted with a small blush, her eyes focusing on her thumbs circling the girl’s jaw gently before meeting the girl’s gaze a few seconds later when the singer nuzzled their noses together to get her attention.

"I want all of that too. I want a relationship with you babe. But-" Hailee shivered when her eyes fixated on Y/N’s teeth sinking on her bottom lip and forced herself to stay focused instead of thinking of replacing Y/N’s teeth with her own. "I had to endure two days of you touching me while being half naked. Today was the sweetest torture I had ever been put in when you grazed my boobs and core. So please, take me and then we can go on a date right after. But please, touch me because I’m almost ready to explode."

Y/N whined pitifully as an inner fight took place inside her. She was torn between slowing their activities down and take Hailee on a date first and giving in their desires right here in her studio, but Hailee looking at her seductively with her eyes burning with lust and her half naked body leaning on her clothed one helped Y/N make the right decision in 0.1 milliseconds. With a newfound determination, Y/N growled lustfully and grasped Hailee’s ass hard to lift her up, the brunette immediately linking her legs around her waist with a small squeal, and off the wall, walking them towards her table and sitting her on it. "Shit, it’s too high."

Hailee giggled despite the thirst palpable in the room as Y/N struggled to reach her lips now that she was seated on the tall table. "C’mon, you can do it."

Y/N stopped trying to reach Hailee’s lips and stared at her down with an unimpressed look and crossed her arms under her chest childishly. "Y’know, I already found a solution, but since you’re so adamant on mocking me, enjoy yourself. Bye."

Y/N went to walk away but was stopped by Hailee who grabbed her arm with loud giggles, "no wait."

"No, you mocked me. Bye." Y/N try to walk away again, but a small smile made its way to her face when Hailee pulled her back again.

"I was kidding. You were so cute struggling to reach me on the table." Hailee smiled sweetly at the Y/H/C girl and leaned down to peck her lips, noticing how the girl didn’t pull away and reciprocated the gesture, making both their stomaches flip wildly at the sweetness of their kiss.

"Will you stop mocking me?" Y/N asked in fake annoyance as she fought against herself to mirror the singer’s contagious grin and cave in to her adorableness.

"Yes. Now c’mere." Hailee leaned her head down to wrap her mouth around Y/N’s one in a languid kiss, creating loud wet sounds when it increasingly became lustful with their tongues sliding over each other greedily. "What was your idea?"

"I though about two options. One, we can lay on the table but I think it will be really uncomfortable."

"Yeah, I agree. The second one?"

"I have a platform I use from time to time. It should be high enough for me to be the same height as you."

"This seems more useful and less painful." Hailee nodded in agreement and watched Y/N walk towards the far end of her studio to retrieve it, before placing it at her feet. As the girl stood back up, a wicked idea popped into the brunette’s mind and acted quickly, her right hand went behind her torso and untied her bra, taking off each strap before using her left arm to keep it in place on her chest while she positioned herself on the table with her other arm placed behind herself to lay on her hand in a seductive position.

"Okay, d-one." Y/N had to literally pick up her jaw off the floor when, as soon as she stood up, the singer took of her bra and threw it at her, making it slung over her right shoulder. Her eyes stayed fixated on those round, full mounds, a pair of pink, pebbled nipples staring back at her and literally screaming to wrap her lips around them, but she stood frozen there with labored breath and dry mouth.

"Like what you see?" Hailee asked in a flirtatious tone, arching her back a bit to push her chest more up in the air and watched as Y/N’s eyes darkened instantly.

"Yes."

"So why don’t you come here and do something other than staring?" Y/N growled loudly and went to literally bounce on Hailee, but stopped a few millimeters away from Hailee’s lips and with her hands gripping the girl’s naked waist and pulled herself away and stared at Hailee intently, "what?"

"Hold on, let me lock the doors." With the last ounce of clarity she had, she detached reluctantly from Hailee’s body and sprinted towards her studio’s two doors, locking them both to be sure they wouldn’t be interrupted, before jumping on the platform and clashed her lips over Hailee’s still a bit bruised ones in a lustful kiss, all the gentleness gone as desire and craving took its place. "You’re so hot Haiz." Y/N murmured on Hailee’s jaw, stopping there a few seconds to nibble the defined feature before descending down her body, placing a hand behind Hailee’s back to let her lean back a bit as her mouth took the brunette’s left nipple in her mouth and suckled on it hungrily.

"Oh! Y/N." Hailee used the hand she wasn’t leaning on for stability to grasp the girl’s scalp and push her more into chest as little moans and whimpers left her throat at the amazing sensation Y/N was triggering with her wonderful ministrations on her boobs.

The girl spent a generous amount of time making sure she payed enough attention to both of Hailee’s nipples, while her other hand boldly caressed the girl inner thigh and smirked on her skin when she felt her hips canting up to search some friction. "Fuck, your boobs are perfect." Y/N murmured with an erected nipple in her mouth while her hand inched dangerously closer to where Hailee needed her the most.

"Please Y/N, touch me."

"I am touching you babe." Y/N sassily countered back when she pulled away from the girl’s chest and smirked on her lips as she hovered her mouth over Hailee’s one.

"You know what I mean." Hailee rolled her eyes at the clearly fake, innocent look on her face as her hand caressed her inner thigh. "Y/N." Hailee started with an hard tone, "touch me."

"Where?"

Despite Hailee enjoying the teasing and bickering they are having, she was too much turned on to keep going, so she merely grunted and moved her hand from Y/N’s hair down to her own hand, grasped it and pushed it inside her drenched panties, leaning her head back and moaning loudly when her erotic gesture finally created her craved friction. "Right fucking here."

"Holy shit." Y/N stood there with her stilled hand stashed into Hailee’s panties and cupping her drenched center and her eyes widened in shock as she watched Hailee buck her hips up into her hand to search some needed release. "That was so fucking hot."

"Now please make me come. I am almost ready to explode."

This was what made Y/N spur into action, moving the girl’s panties aside and skidded her pointer and middle finger around the singer’s entrance to collect as much juices already pooling there as she could before easing one finger in, surprised at how easily it slipped in without restraint. Hailee moaned lewdly as she slumped her head back and arched her spine in pleasure, then moved her hips in rhythm with Y/N’s digit to increase her pleasure. "You’re beautiful Haiz." Hailee spread her legs more to give Y/N further access when the Y/H/C girl pushed a second finger in and sped up her movements, the motion causing wet sounds to mix with Hailee’s whimpers and Y/N’s short breath and creating a dashing melody that made Y/N almost come without proper stimulation.

"Yes! Oh Y/N/N, yes, yes! Ah!" Y/N’e mouth regained its place onto Hailee’s chest as her hand kept its unrelenting tempo into her core, pulling a few louder moans here and there when she hit a particular spot into the brunette. "Oh! You feel so fucking good. Ah! Ah!" Hailee was a moaning mess as her body thrashed around in pure pleasure, a clear sign she was near her tipping point. Her moans got louder while her hips’ movements got sloppier and her walls clenched deliciously around Y/N’s fingers as the girl sped up her tempo and thrusted in deeper and with just an harder push she came onto Y/N’s hand with a long, lewd moan of Y/N’s name tumbling out of her mouth.

The Y/E/C girl slowed down her motions into Hailee’s core to let her ride her post-coital wave as she peppered kisses on her chest, neck, jaw and face sweetly. Only when she felt the girl relax and slump back on the table she pushed her fingers out and wrapped her lips around Hailee’s ones when she moaned in protest at the lack of stimulation. "How are you feeling babe?"

"Like I’m on a cloud." Hailee answered with a still a bit unfocused eyes and a dope smile stretched on her lips. Y/N giggled cutely at the state the singer was still in a continued to peck Hailee’s lips repeatedly in a sweet gesture as she hugged her closer. "Y’know I find really unfair that you’re still fully clothed. Let me even things out." In a swift motion, Hailee slipped Y/N’s black t-shirt off and popped the button of her pants open, "take your shoes off so I can get rid of your jeans." Y/N did as she was told and shivered visibly in the process when she straightened up to slip her shoes off and Hailee quickly removed her bra and started leaving open mouthed kisses right on her pulse point as her hand slipped past her pants and panties and cupped her core, feeling the copious amount of wetness collected there. "Mh, so wet for me."

"Babe, wait, I’m gonna fall." Hailee smirked at the wailed tone Y/N used and decided to give her mercy by slipping her hand out, not missing the protesting whimper leaving Y/N’s throat and helped the girl stabilize herself when she removed her shoes, pants and panties in one go. "Sit up. Your panties need to go too."

Hailee jumped down the table with a seductive smirk and quickly got rid of her panties, before resuming her sitting position on the table and pulled Y/N towards her. "Can you jump on the table?"

"Yeah, hold on." Y/N with a swift and totally effortless motion laid her hands on each side of Hailee’s thighs and lifted herself up the table, straddling the girl’s hips as she stabilized herself with her hands on the brunette’s shoulders. "Hi there."

"That was so fucking hot." Hailee growled lustfully as she didn’t waste any more time, slipping two fingers into Y/N’s core as she joined their lips in an hungry kiss. Y/N stopped their kiss a second later to moan into Hailee’s mouth at the wanted stimulation and ground her hips down onto Hailee’s digits before rejoining their mouths. Hailee already set an unrelenting, quick pace into Y/N’s cunt, wanting at all cost to have Y/N come because of her as soon as possible, so with a newfound determination, she pushed a nipple into her mouth after taking a needed breath from their dashing kisses while her free hand gripped Y/N’s ass to help her move her hips while her fingers into her center thrusted in deeper and faster.

"Hailee! Haiz! Oh yes. Oh fuck, fuck!" Hailee bit particularly hard on Y/N’s nipple in pure, raw need when Y/N started gyrating her hips onto her fingers as moans spilled out of her mouth. "YES! OH HAIZ!" Y/N came a few minutes later after Hailee’s thumb started stimulating the Y/H/C girl’s clit relentlessly, matching her fingers’ movements. "Wow, shit." Y/N shivered wildly when Hailee pulled her fingers out and kissed her slowly, before hugging her tightly. "That was so powerful."

"And yet, I’m not fully satisfied." Hailee murmured in a horse tone into Y/N’s ear, something that spread goosebumps all over Y/N’s body as fresh wetness already pooled between her legs.

"Me toO!" Y/N’s sentence finished with a loud moan when Hailee pushed two fingers into Y/N’s core unexpectedly and already set a fast pace. "Shit Haiz."

"Lay down." Hailee instructed and helped Y/N move without pulling her fingers out of her, both blindly pushing the papers scattered around the table on the floor, before laying her down on the cold surface that created goosebumps on the Y/H/C girl’s hot skin. "Is it painful?"

"Not as much as - shit fuck - I thought." Y/N arched her back in pleasure when Hailee lifted her left leg around her waist and used the new angle to thrust in deeper with the help of her hips.

"Good." Hailee murmured as she focused on the task at hand, her eyes taking in Y/N’s face contorted in pleasure as her boobs moved up and down after each thrust of her hips and fingers into the Y/H/C girl’s core. "Look at you. Spread out for me. Dripping just for my fingers to fuck you."

"Oh! Ah! Ah! YES! All for you my beautiful Haiz." Hailee’s movements were precise and steady, pulling her fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in harshly with her hips, making her palm slam on the Y/H/C girl’s clit in the process and increasing her pleasure tenfold. "Shit, I’m so close."

"Then come for me again, my pretty baby." Y/N didn’t need it to be said twice as she came right after with a scream of Hailee’s name, mixed with a few profanities and unintelligible words while her body trashed around in pleasure. Hailee pushed her fingers out only when Y/N stopped trembling and laid on her body, making sure to not crash her, and kissed her right cheek repeatedly while the girl stayed put with her eyes closed and breathed heavily.

"Hello. Welcome back on earth." Hailee whispered in a baby voice to Y/N after the girl reopened her eyes and gave her a dope smile.

"I’ve never blacked out before."

"It means I did something good." Hailee gloated with a cheeky smile and kissed Y/N languidly before sighing out happily.

"How do you feel?"

"Great."

"You’re about to feel a lot better in a few seconds." Hailee furrowed her eyebrows together at Y/N’s statement, her confused frown deepening when Y/N escaped - reluctantly - from her embrace and stood up.

"What are you doing?"

"Something I’ve dreamed to do since you first stepped in my studio." Y/N answered cryptically, but before Hailee could ask for an explanation, Y/N grabbed her shins and pushed her towards her, making her legs dangle from the table as she rested her ass on the edge of it.

"Shit." Hailee watched transfixed as Y/N spread her legs wider, before making eye contact with her and tentatively slipping her tongue out and tracing it from the bottom of her center up to her clit. Hailee’s eyes rolled in the back of her head at the new sensation and at the erotic gesture Y/N just did, moaning out loud and slumping her head on the table when Y/N repeated the motion, this time more firmly. "Oh Y/N/N, you feel so good."

"And you taste so fucking amazing Haiz. Holy shit." Y/N murmured into Hailee’s cunt, the vibrations stimulating Hailee so much that white shocks travelled from there and spread all over her body like a wildfire, making her almost come on the spot. The stylist repeated her prior movements, licking Hailee more firmly as she savored her wonderful taste. She then wrapped her lips around the brunette’s pulsating clit and sucked on it a few seconds, reveling in the loud moans leaving Hailee’s throat and moved her hands gripping the girl’s thighs up to her hips to stop her sloppy movements.

"Y/N/N! FUCK!" The Y/H/C girl slipped her tongue in without warning and moaned into Hailee’s core at the delicious and wonderful sensation of having the brunette’s walls clench around her walls and her unique taste inebriating her senses, before moving slowly but firmly into the singer while her thumb joined the equation and rolled Hailee’s pulsating clit to enhance her pleasure. "Ah! Oh! Yes! Right there. Oh you feel so good baby."

Y/N’s jaw started to hurt from the exertion but pushed aside the pain to deliver the best orgasm Hailee had so far, so she sped up her movements just a tad bit and tried to push as deeper as she could. Her efforts had been rewarded a few moments later when her mouth got flooded by Hailee’s juices, whose she promptly swallowed as she licked the girl clean till the last drop that left the girl’s core. "You there?"

Y/N giggled when she moved Hailee’s body back on the center of the table, before straddling her torso and caressing the girl’s face lovingly, "yeah."

"Good. Hey I was think-" Y/N was cut short mid-sentence when she felt Hailee’s hands grasp her ass and push her body up forcefully, moaning pitifully when she noticed Hailee pushed her to make her straddle her face. "Fuck."

"-you. Yeah, that’s what I’m about to do." Hailee’s hot breath hitting her drenched core made Y/N almost loose balance, but a hand entwining with hers while the other gripped her left thigh helped her stay put as warmth spread all over her body. "Enjoy the ride."

Y/N was about to reply with a witty remark, but her hands died in her throat in a strangled moan when Hailee immediately pushed her tongue into her core and moved it in and out steadily. She alternated between thrusting in and out of her core, to suckling on her clit to drawing idle circles over her entrance to tease and stimulate her to the fullest. "Haiz. Right there. Yes, yes, yes. Oh! AH!" A loud whine escaped Y/N’s throat when Hailee’s hand skidded from her thigh to her ass and gripped it hard to help the girl’s hips’ movements as they rode Hailee’s tongue, pushing her hips down to slam her wet muscles as deep as she could into the Y/H/C girl.

"You taste heavenly babe." Y/N shivered hard at the vibrations of Hailee’s voice hitting something deep within her and increased the speed of her hips, chasing an orgasm that was close to hit her. "Are you going to let me lick you clean?" Y/N wailed out loud at the lewd words and nodded furiously, Hailee’s tongue slipping back in for a few thrusts before it slipped out again, "use your words babe."

"Yes, baby. Make me come and lick me CLEAN!" Y/N arched her head back in pleasure when Hailee’s thumb pushed hard on her clit while her tongue curled inside of her, her walls clenching hard around it as she tipped over the edge. Hailee promptly and eagerly drank Y/N up, drawing small licks to help the stylist enjoy her post-coital wave as she savored her taste and stopped only when Y/N slumped back on her face, before slapping her ass gently and gestured her to lay back on the table. As soon as Y/N’s back hit the table, Hailee cuddled into her and nuzzled her nose into the crook of her neck while her tongue licked the last drops of Y/N’s release off her lips and chin. "That was amazing. You are so perfect my beautiful Haiz."

"So are you my breathtaking Y/N/N."

They stayed like that a few minutes, soaking up in their post-coital bubble while a comfortable silence wrapped around them. Y/N broke their peaceful silence not too long after to murmur gently an idea that popped into her mind right in that instant, "how about we put out clothes back on and go to my apartment?"

"Already taking me to your place Y/L/N?" Hailee teased with a big smirk as her pointer finger draw idle circles on the girl’s chest covered in a few hickeys. "We’re missing a few steps here."

"We literally fucked in my studio on my uncomfortable table. It would be a great improvement."

Hailee laughed care-freely at that and hid her face into Y/N’s neck, her stomach flipping over itself when Y/N’s arm slung around her back pushed her more into her, "that’s true."

"But seriously, we can go there. I can cook something and we can enjoy a peaceful evening."

"Are you asking me out on a date Y/N Y/L/N?" Hailee smirked teasingly but her tone gave away her excitement and her affection she had for the girl and she felt love quickly building inside her chest for the dork she had in front of her.

"Yes. Will you go on a date with me miss Hailee Steinfeld?"

"Yes." The two shared a slow, languid, full of emotions kiss after their smiles stretched over their lips and hugged each other impossibly closer to feel physically whole as they emotionally felt in that moment. "Lead the way babe."

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RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 9)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: isobel & drew deal with temptation on the day of the business cocktail

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART EIGHT

Isobel slept horribly that night, constantly in a state of limbo between being awake and drifting off into a well needed slumber. Her mind refused to let her fully succumb to her exhaustion with thoughts of Drew filling her head.

He slept in the guest room like he said he would, and the mere knowledge of his existence on the floor below her disrupted her entire being. Before getting back to town she convinced herself that they could get through the break as if nothing had changed between them. It was easy to think that when she wasn’t in the moment—when she was hoping she could keep herself in check.

She was wrong. The damage to anything that could be just friendly with Isobel and Drew was done, it was hard to resist the urge to kiss and touch him when the feeling of it was so fresh on her brain. It was only a day ago that her body had been pinned under his hard one with him roughly molding his soft lips with hers as his hands roamed her body like he was trying to cover every inch of her.

There wasn’t one part of her that felt like she could pretend as if she didn’t want Drew or not feel the need to be around him. It wasn’t coming easily to her, and being in his presence despite their family being there only made it harder to act like he didn’t affect her in every way.

That moment in the kitchen at the end of the night proved to her if she didn’t at least try to control herself, even if every cell in her body was telling her otherwise, she wouldn’t last much longer on this break.

So she left him standing there alone in the middle kitchen.

She couldn’t even tell him goodnight because from that dark look in his eyes he looked to be about a word away from snapping. He let her walk way untouched, and she retired to her room where she got ready for bed just to lie awake.

The hairs on her arms erected at the thought of being able to roll out of her bed, and creep down the steps to him. She wanted him to tell her the thoughts that were running through his mind as he hungrily gazed at her just an hour before. In the heat of his stare she would’ve let him do anything to her, even if it was something as risky as kiss her lips or even him closing the distance between them just to simply touch her.

Still, she had to see it for what this all was. Just being in the heat of the moment together, and not realizing how different the next second be—that she could walk away and avoid crossing the line with him in her parents’ kitchen.

She lied restless in the comfort of her bed for hours thinking of what could have happened if she’d just let go, and when she finally did fall asleep she thought of him in her dreams.

By the time she was roused from her struggled sleep by the sun pouring in through the window, she assumed Drew was gone and helping with preparation for the business cocktail. She hated sleeping in past nine, but she expected no less at the hour she was able to drift off.

When she finally made her way downstairs to the kitchen the house was quiet and most likely empty, but there was breakfast sitting on the island for her. Her parents left a note beside it stating their whereabouts at the company ballroom. As she slowly ate her way through a bowl of fruit she couldn’t help but check Drew’s message thread on her phone and look for a morning message that didn’t exist.

Isobel eventually made her way to the C&S building mid day to drop off some supplies for her mother who was of course running around trying to do last minute tasks for the cocktail.

“Isobel, Thank God!” Lora exasperated, standing in place for probably the first time today so she could pull the filled tote bag out of Isobel’s hands, “The place cards are in here, thank you for bringing them, Angel.”

The breath was knocked out of her as her mother tightly wrapped her arms around her waist in gratitude, “You’re welcome, Mom.” She managed to get out.

Isobel followed her mother while she stopped at each table to place down the cards according to the seating chart she had her reading aloud to speed up the process. They’d been through majority of the tables and she still hadn’t seen Drew around anywhere. She knew it probably was for the best that he was preoccupied, but the greedy part of her just wanted to see a glimpse of him.

She watched Lora sit down the final place card, but before Isobel could ask where everyone was her mother spoke first, “What are you wearing tonight?”

“I have a few options.” She vaguely answered knowing it would drive her insane. Isobel actually adored the white dress her mother insisted she wear to last nights dinner, but when she tried it on she figured it’d be the perfect piece for the cocktail. It was simple yet such a stunning dress and hugged her body in a manner that just made her feel sexy. Choosing the black one for dinner was to save the best option for tonight, and to of course work her mother’s nerves.

“Oh, well I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” Lora forced a smile. It took all of Isobel’s restraint not to laugh at how dramatic she was being about that dress. Seeing her mother’s excitement later on when she see’s it on her body will be worth the current disappointment on her face.

“Isobel!” Drew’s mother Catherine called as she made her way across the room to the pair. She immediately pulled Isobel into her arms, her hugs were a little more breathable than her mom’s but still tight nonetheless. “You better wear that dress tonight before your poor mom has an aneurysm.” She lowly whispered in her ear.

Catherine pinched her on the side as they pulled away to which Isobel offered her a smile, not giving her planned attire away because if she told Catherine then Lora would know as soon as she left for home to get ready. Her and Drew’s mother were extremely close and you couldn’t tell one anything without the other eventually finding out. The two literally gossiped for sport.

Isobel shared a bond with Catherine she held close to heart just as she did with her own parents, and internally she was praying she wouldn’t hate her for what she was doing with her son. Hate was a strong feeling to describe Drew’s mother ever feeling towards her, but when their family had never slightly entertained the idea of them being together it was easy to go to extremes in her head.

“Honey, I have to run and pick up Charles’ suit for tonight, so could you do me a favor and make sure Drew finishes putting everything away in the back?” Catherine was still talking, but Isobel was still focused on finally hearing anyone mention the man that had her hyper-aware of his possible presence for the past hour.

“-and grab that envelope full of tickets off the desk in the back office, I’ll get them from you later.”

Isobel caught her last request before agreeing because firstly she didn’t mind, secondly her mother would actually have an aneurysm if she did otherwise, and thirdly she just really wanted to see Drew.

“I’ll see you guys later on, Love you!” She said over her shoulder as she headed towards the back hall where the storage room was.

When she rounded the corner and glanced down the entryway she didn’t hear any movement or sign of life besides the door being open.

“Drew?” She called out his name as she entered the seemingly empty room that usually stored all the event equipment for the company to utilize whenever the time arose.

A clatter of what sounded like plastic grabbed her attention, but when she looked over towards the direction of the noise there stood the youngest of the Starkey brothers, Chandler groaning as he leaned down to pick up a chair that was obviously not cooperating with what he was trying to do, “Drew left about an half hour ago-“

He eventually looked up from the stack of chairs he had leaning against the wall, and when his eyes landed on her all signs of frustration dropped from his features, “Hey, uh, Isobel what are you doing back here?” He awkwardly chuckled and moved as he shoved his hands in his pockets after he scratched the back of his head, and crossed then uncrossed his arms like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Your mom sent me back here, need some help?” She asked with a giggle as another chair slid from the stack onto the floor. He groaned again at the loudness of the plastic furniture and nodded his head in defeat before moving aside, “I wasn’t expecting it to be you back here, your mom said Drew was the one in here.”

He rolled his eyes at her words as Isobel somehow figured out a way to balance all the remaining chairs against the wall without any problem, “Of course she did, she begs me to be here but doesn’t even have the decency to get our names right.”

Isobel just laughed at the boy as his eyes snapped back over to her and seemed to twinkle in amusement at her entertaining his attempt at humor.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked with reservation in his tone, all previous delight on his face gone and replaced with coolness.

The question made her sort of still at the vagueness of it, and the vulnerability that slightly laced his tone despite how collected he was trying to be, “What do you mean, disappointed about what?”

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head again and his cheeks were a little red telling her he was getting nervous. Ever since he turned sixteen two years ago this is how most of their conversations went when they got past more than a few sentences. Isobel found his little crush adorable, but Chandler was honestly like a little brother to her—if anything she hung out with him more than Drew when they were fourteen and he was just barely ten.

“That it’s me here and not Drew.”

Yes.

God, that made her feel like a horrible, boy obsessed excuse for a human, but it was just circumstance. Drew was heavy on her mind, and being told the man she could not stop thinking about was just a room away and that not being the case was grounds for disappointment.

Chandler didn’t need to know that, so she lied, “I’m always happy to see you, Chandler.”

She supplied a soft smile as he just looked at her, his eyes dropped to her mouth before shaking his his head in what seemed to be disbelief and chuckling, “Okay.”

“What?” Isobel questioned, anxiety curling into her gut at his unexpected reaction to her answer. Was the smile too much?

Chandler gestured for her to follow him after he crossed something off a list he had pulled up on a company tablet. She abided and silently trailed behind his tall stature, all the men in his family towered over her including him even if he was four years younger.

“I know what’s going on, but since you went out of your way to try to get me to believe that horrible excuse for a lie I won’t verbalize it.” He kept his attention ahead until he finished speaking then looked at her with an amused smiled before shaking his head in the same manner as before.

For some reason that bothered her more than his implication, that no one in their respective families not even Chandler could fathom a relationship between Isobel and Drew. Though, it made her feel a fraction better that his crush on her made him biased by default.

She stopped walking and he immediately sensed it as he halted and turned to face her. She studied his face while they just stood in silence the longer she didn’t speak the more he seemed to look amused by her. She continued to look at him waiting for that feeling of horror or anxiety to take over, but it didn’t come.

“I don’t what you’re talking about.” Isobel pathetically supplied, moving past him to make her way to the back office. She figured if she was going to lie to him again she she should do it with her back facing him.

Chandler followed in suit behind her, standing in the doorway of the office that was designated for all event obligations while Isobel rounded the desk to grab the envelope sitting directly in the center of the flat, wooden surface, “That is exactly what Drew said.”

Her eyes snapped up from the envelope to his that annoyingly held a knowing glint in them. Drew hadn’t said anything about Chandler saying something to him last night, but between the multiple almost broken dishes and the all consuming tension between them he didn’t have the opportunity.

She couldn’t help but revisit every interaction she shared with Drew last night. Sure, they’d shared little glances, but could something as little as holding eye contact be enough for his little brother to catch on? And if so who else was watching?

The anxiety she was waiting for out in the hall was now blanketing over her entire body.

“We should go it’s getting close to the evening time.” She said, letting out an indifferent huff of air.

She slid the envelop in her purse for safekeeping and locked the door to the office behind her just in case any guests wandered back there.

“How are you going to get home?” Chandler asked Isobel when they reached the entry way.

“Drew isn’t coming to get me if that’s what you’re getting at.” She gave him a playful glare, she was never able to just be mean to him even when he annoyed her beyond lengths.

No one being home when she woke up meant she had to taxi over to C&S, so she just planned to wait around until her mother was done perfecting every detail until she was ready to leave which wasn’t ideal but her only option.

“That’s not what I meant, Isobel.” His smile was wide at her defensive reaction. She seemed to be constantly making a fool of herself in front of Drew these past few weeks, and now she was doing the same around his brother. “Would you like a ride home?”

“Only If you don’t mind and promise to keep today to yourself?”

“Anything for Isobel.” Chandler wrapped an around her shoulder and guided her to the entrance of the building before adding, “But I have to say this just proves the point that nice guys finish last.”

•

Once Isobel got home she immediately cleaned and shaved her entire body. Her thoughts prolonged the time she spent under the scorching water with the amount of times she dissociated while lathering her skin with her vanilla wash and as she watched her pink razor glide up legs.

Part of her still wanted to see Drew, to talk to him about Chandler—or just to steal a kiss from his lips. Then there was the sensible side of her that wanted to keep the distance so things couldn’t get anymore complicated. It had been a day and her plan to not share their relationship with their family was spreading her thin.

Doing her best to keep a positive mindset about all of this she put all her energy into her post bathroom rituals. Slipping on her satin robe and lathering her skin with her favorite moisturizer. Maybe tonight called for at least one glass of champagne to calm her nerves.

The Cooper’s estate looked the same in the evening as it did in the early hours of the morning when Drew left without being able to see or bid a goodbye to Isobel. Leaving her without doing so made him feel scattered, like there still something he needed to do.

Drew was the first of his family to be dressed for the business cocktail. Now his mother was sending him over to get something from Isobel since she had to go straight to the event from their home. He’d made sure to text Isobel that he was on the way over, but he’d yet to receive a response.

He punched in the code to the front door and let himself into the main foyer before shutting the door behind him. An intruder would think that the place was empty due to the quietness, but as he got closer to the stairs he could hear a familiar hum of a melody flowing down to his welcoming ears. He’d always been drawn to to sound the of her voice whether she was mindlessly singing a song or simply speaking to him.

The trek up the staircase was made short from him skipping every other step, after not having seen her all day his patience was wearing thin. Her door was cracked when he approached it making way for the sweet smell of vanilla to grace his nose. He would never be able to smell that note in a candle or perfume ever again because he would be taken back to a time where he was becoming infatuated with all that she was—a time where it sort of hit him all at once.

“Isobel.”

She knew Drew probably knocked before the door let out a whine as the hinges were turned, but all she heard was the sound of his deep voice. He said her name just as he always did, always sounding so gentle yet commanding. She didn’t turn to face him though, not in the current state she was in with her dress resting on the expanse of her waist only covering her bottom half.

Her only reaction was placing an arm across her breast before she froze in place keeping her back facing him.

“Shit, I can come back.” He seemed to struggle to say as he cleared his throat.

She got the urge to twist around towards him, but stopped herself, remembering she was half naked and eagerly replied, “No! Just come in and, um, shut the door.” She stumbled over her words.

The decision was instinctive, she didn’t think it over before she said it. Isobel wanted to see him, to be alone with him, to just be with him. A moment after a day apart where it was just Isobel and Drew no matter what it entailed.

Drew didn’t argue with the woman as he pushed the door closed behind him, but his eyes stayed on her exposed back. She could tell him to do anything and he probably would do it without hesitancy. Backs weren’t usually his thing, but right now with her muscles pulled tight while she was presumably shielding her breast had his blood rushing.

“You can come closer, Drew, I need help with my dress anyway.” Fuck. He was going to dissipate into thousands of tiny pieces of nothing if he got anywhere near Isobel, but he still walked over to her and immediately was suffocated by her scent. She smelled like a woman, she was his favorite smell, and no other woman would ever be able replicate how it made him feel.

It was times where he was this close to her admiring her smooth skin, the curve of her hips and back that led to her inviting neck that he treasured her the most. It was the intimate moments like this, the things Isobel wanted to keep just between them that he was able to appreciate her in ways no one else could, “Can I touch you, Isobel?”

Isobel hummed in permission because if she spoke she’s not sure what she would have decided. She knew they were pushing boundaries, but she wanted this.

His arms slid around her waist with a sort of familiarity that made her backside melt into his body as he pulled her into his embrace. The hard feeling of his chest and torso being pressed against her made her body heat in response—it made her brain turn to gush.

Then she felt him lean down to her height so he could tuck his chin into the side of her neck and all logic slipped from her mind.

“I missed you today, Izzy.” He mumbled into her ear.

His deep voice had goosebumps scattering down her arms, she knew he could see it, watching her body react to him. They both looked as his hands flattened on her stomach, rubbing the soft skin before he pushed down against it with his palm ripping a gasp from her throat, “Don’t ignore me, Is.”

“You weren’t, uh-“ she trailed off when she felt him press his groin into her backside. She thickly swallowed as a surge of desire fluttered in her gut. He lowered his right hand to her thigh pinching it, urging her to keep going like his dick wasn’t nestled against her ass. “-I didn’t see you at C&S earlier when I stopped by.”

Drew stayed silent behind her, and not being able to see him in this position made her aware of everything else. The way his rough hands felt grazing her belly, the shallowness of his breaths as his chest rose and fell against her. And now how his fingers tips felt tapping teasingly along the length of her arm that she was using to cover her chest. Her nipples pebbled against it causing her breasts to ache as she unconsciously tightened her hold.

“You were looking for me?” He mumbled with his mouth still brushing her left ear. She let her eyes flutter close at the sound of his voice, at the way the teasing tone could pass for a sensual whisper, “Did you miss me too?”

As Isobel hesitated to answer him he applied more pressure to her abdomen, coincidentally pushing her ass against the swell of his hardening dick. She skipped a breathe while he cleared his throat behind her.

The urge to satisfy his curiosity and caress his ego so he knew he wasn’t the only one missing the other came too easily to her. But she couldn’t always give him exactly what he wanted.

“I was fine actually.”

She was killing him, slowly, softly, torturously, in a way that just made him want her more. With her words still up in the air, it was then he realized how badly he wanted to hear her say that she missed him. It wouldn’t just be a careless reply to his confession, but a sweet endearment he longed to hear from her lips, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Was all she gave him back, but she dragged it out in way that made him bite his lip as the sound hit him right in his lower stomach. He was distracted, his mind so occupied with the feel of her body in his arms he’d forgotten exactly who he was dealing with.

Before he knew it she was using her free hand as leverage, slightly leaning forward as she held onto to his forearm so she could grind her round ass against his dick. She’d been able to wind her hips in a single torturous circular motion before he restricted her movements, gripping her hips with both of his hands and loudly kissed his teeth, “Fuck, stop.”

“Why?” He could hear the pout in her voice as he eyed the way the fabric of her dress had gathered slightly above her ass so her panty covered heat was pressed to his suit pants.

“You said you didn’t want this.” As much he liked having her like this, he couldn’t let this go any further without considering the things she’d enforced in his truck just over a day ago. That’s all it took, a day to go against everything they agreed on. The position he had her in was far from platonic, but they could still stop before things got out of control.

“I know.” Her tone was detached and it made him loosen his hold on her a bit, but she stayed where she was as she seemed to think over her next words, “You just make me want to be bad, Drew.”

His name left her mouth like a prayer, like she was calling out to him in mercy. She let the arm holding her breasts drop and his eyes averted elsewhere not wanting to make her uncomfortable thinking she was ready to finish getting dressed. Until her hands covered his bigger ones, threading her fingers between his and guided them upward. He couldn’t help but press himself further into her when the feeling of her breasts filled his palms, squeezing them when he was suddenly hit with another pang of pleasure.

Isobel didn’t recognize her own voice, or believe the things she was saying. But that’s how everything felt with Drew—uncharted and unexpected. She loved the person she became when was baring herself to him. Sure most of their relationship was physical but he’d somehow managed to get her to strip some of her mental restraints, even if it was just a little.

“Bend over.” The quietness in the room and the knowledge that the house was empty besides them two made the order slice through the room, echoing in her ears in repetitive waves.

Isobel slowly obeyed sliding her hands across the bed as his dropped from her breasts, pushing forward until her sensitive nipples grazed the coolness of her comforter. She waited for about a minute or two, just laying there looking ahead with her ass up and thighs against the mattress.

Then blindly she felt him press his covered dick in between the cheeks of her ass until he was nestled between them, but it was when she felt him fold the skirt of her dress up so she was fully exposed to him that she began to pant from her heart racing.

The sound of a growl disrupted the silence and amplified when she wiggled her hips teasingly. He slid his hands up her ass, giving it a soft pinch before continuing on to her lower back, but when she heard the sound of her zipper being pulled up she whined in disappointment, “Drew.”

“What baby?” He replied and Isobel’s mouth dropped open at the endearment before clamping it back shut, that word alone may be her undoing.

The endearment sounded natural on his lips as if he’d been calling her that for as long as she could remember, and her eardrum’s purred in need for him to say it over and over again.

Baby.

Drew slipped his hand under her stomach pulling her up so he could get more of the dress zipped. He heard her audibly sigh when she pulled the front of her dress up, covering herself before turning to face him with the cutest pout on her lips. They could’ve gone so much further but all he wanted from her as he looked down at her was a kiss.

“I don’t want to stop.” Isobel mumbled while wrapping her arms around him and placing her chin on his chest, “You always do this to me.”

Drew chuckled at her words with his eyes still trained on her mouth. Thinking back he had been the one to pump the breaks every time things got intense between them, but he was doing it for both of their sakes.

And while being home around family and seeing the way everyone looked at her with such adoration made him realize just what he had. He had no desire to rush things with her, she didn’t deserve that. Trying to fit in a quick hookup before someone got to the house wasn’t how he pictured being physical in any way with her.

Drew wanted to take his time with Isobel.

“Can I kiss you as an apology?” He smirked and tightened his arms around her as she tried to push away from him with a glare. “No you lost your chance.” She affirmed but the smile slipping onto her lips contradicted her denial.

It was now Drew that was poking out his bottom lip in a pout. It took everything for her not a pounce on him when he asked for a kiss, but now with the exaggerated look of sadness it was more than enough excuse to go back on her word.

Isobel leaned up on her toes and closed the distance between them as she pressed her lips to his. His groan and her moan complemented the other in sweet symmetry. She started to pull away but he moved into her pushing her back with the force of his mouth until she dipped backwards in his arms.

“If you two love birds are done, mom’s waiting for you outside in the car, Drew.” A voice that no doubt belonged to Chandler came from other side of the door.

Both of their eyes snapped open as Drew reached around her body and instinctively zipped the rest of her dress up. Isobel stumbled back, pulling herself out of his hold and straightened out the fabric. She caught his gaze again only to see her lipgloss smeared over his lips, and reached up to harshly wipe it off with her thumb before pushing him towards the door.

“We were just talking, Chandler, mind your business.” Drew countered as he opened the door to reveal his nosey little brother.

Chandler took a step forward and leaned against the door frame with his arms cross against his chest. Clad in a suit he looked like was going to be onboarding at C&S just like his older brother in just a few months, “Who knew that both of you were such horrible liars, but maybe seeing through bullshit just comes with age.”

“Let’s just go, Isobel has to finish getting ready.” Drew ignore him, ushering him out of the doorway by his shoulder into the hall, but Chandler managed to twist out of his grasp before facing Isobel again. “Can I get the envelope, Iz?” He requested with an innocent smile.

Drew’s hand tightened into a fist at the sound of his own brother using that nickname for her. It had never been a problem before, but now his endearments for her meant so much more to him—she meant so much more to him.

He watched in silence while she retrieved and handed over the envelope that he’d almost forgotten about to Chandler who still had that annoying grin on his face.

“Oh and Isobel your dress is wrinkled.”

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART TEN

[laurellerual]

Hello!! What are your top 3 favorite and 3 least favorite ASOIAF ships?

I'm a basic person, I love mostly canonical and unproblematic ships.

Love:

Arya x Gendry (obv). I mean come on, If Martin didn't want me to ship them he could have done without writing all the tropes of the romance genre on them. I can't tell you it will end well, but I can tell you it will happen.

Jaime x Brienne. My first asoiaf ship. I think it's very difficult to write this kind of interaction while we can read both characters' thoughts, but it's so well crafted.

Renly x Loras. When the sun has set, no candle can replace it…

The only ships I love, but I'm sure will never happen are Aegon/young Griff x Shireen and Jon x Satin (!).

Hate:

Jon x Sansa. It wouldn't be number one if it wasn't so popular in the fandom. Plenty of characters share themes or parallels, but that doesn't mean they're going to fuck.

Jaqen x Arya. I like most Arya ships, but this one makes me want to puke. It's wrong on so many levels.

Drogo x Dany. I don't think all ships have to be romantic necessarily, but this is… (sorry George) a girl who convinces herself she's in love with her rapist because the reality is too hard to process.

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

Loras Tyrell

Submission reason:

In the original novels, Loras is a compelling character with a strong character arc, agency, and multi-faceted relationships with other characters. Game of Thrones eviscerated his storyline and reduced him to an offensive gay stereotype.

Massacred in adaptation. The show completely ignored his characterization in order to flatten him into a stereotype, and then added a whole new plot line where he was tortured for being gay and then exploded. fuck the show, and fuck D&D(the showrunners. i enjoy the roleplaying game). Glad i didn't have to see what they'd do with Joncon(not counting him astral projecting into Dany in Season 8) even though cutting him kneecapped the show.

Propaganda:

"When the sun has set no candle can replace it" iconic loras line, not only did the show cut it, but they have him get over his grief in 5 minutes. Also he kills 3 people in blind grief and rage in the books, can't wait for him to come back unhinged in TWOW(It has been 12 yrs no book. i am delusional)

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Alayne II (Sansa III) [Chapter 41]

My little sweet tea! ❤️

I'm a Sansa fan, and even I find the length of this chapter alarming.

She turned the iron ring and pushed the door open, just a crack. "Sweetrobin?" she called. "May I enter?"

"Have a care, m'lady," warned old Gretchel, wringing her hands. "His lordship threw his chamber pot at the maester."

"Then he has none to throw at me. Isn't there some work you should be doing? And you, Maddy . . . are all the windows closed and shuttered? Have all the furnishings been covered?"

"All of them, m'lady," said Maddy.

"Best make certain of it."

Have you forgotten this is a 13-year-old kid?

Because the author would like you to.

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"I heard my Sweetrobin was ailing." After his encounter with the chamber pot the maester had come running to Ser Lothor, and Brune had come to her.

His mother?

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"No," he said, "but I'm not going. I want to stay in bed. You could read to me about the Winged Knight."

The Winged Knight was Ser Artys Arryn. Legend said that he had driven the First Men from the Vale and flown to the top of the Giant's Lance on a huge falcon to slay the Griffin King. There were a hundred tales of his adventures.

Dragonrider imagery featuring a dead Griffin King.

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Alayne slipped into the darkened bedchamber. "It's only me, Sweetrobin."

Someone sniffled in the darkness. "Are you alone?"

x

"It is too dark in here for reading." The heavy curtains drawn across the windows made the bedchamber black as night. 

x

"Might I let some sun in?" "No. The light hurts my eyes. Come to bed, Alayne." "I shan't open them very wide. Only enough to see my Sweetrobin's face."

He sniffled. "If you must."

x

"I don't love her. She's just the mule girl." Robert sniffled. 

x

"I could do it," Lord Robert said, "but I don't choose to." He swiped at his runny nose with the back of his hand. 

Take note, they're in a dark bedchamber, and Robert keeps sniffling.

Robert Arryn has never sniffled in any Sansa chapter until now.

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She sat on the bed and smoothed his long, fine hair. He does have pretty hair.

Sansa's got a kink.

Tenderly she reached out and brushed back his soft blond hair. - Sansa I, AGOT

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Before she could summon the servants, however, Sweetrobin threw his skinny arms around her and kissed her. It was a little boy's kiss, and clumsy. Everything Robert Arryn did was clumsy. If I close my eyes I can pretend he is the Knight of Flowers. Ser Loras had given Sansa Stark a red rose once, but he had never kissed her . . . and no Tyrell would ever kiss Alayne Stone. Pretty as she was, she had been born on the wrong side of the blanket.

Sounds like we need another bastard.

For those keeping score, here's the people and things Sansa has been forced to kiss:

Ser Dontos.

Give your Florian a little kiss now. A kiss for luck. - Sansa IV, ACOK

Joffrey's sword.

"Bless my steel with a kiss." He extended the blade down to her. "Go on, kiss it." - Sansa V, ACOK

Sandor Clegane. (In her head. The reality of the situation was far worse.)

He kissed me and threatened to kill me, and made me sing him a song. - Sansa II, ASOS

Tyrion Lannister.

"With this kiss I pledge my love," the dwarf replied hoarsely, "and take you for my lady and wife." He leaned forward, and their lips touched briefly. - Sansa III, ASOS

Littlefinger.

Sansa tried to step back, but he pulled her into his arms and suddenly he was kissing her. - Sansa VII, ASOS

And Robert Arryn.

If you don't think this ongoing nightmare will be set right, I don't know what to tell you.

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As the boy's lips touched her own she found herself thinking of another kiss. She could still remember how it felt, when his cruel mouth pressed down on her own. He had come to Sansa in the darkness as green fire filled the sky. He took a song and a kiss, and left me nothing but a bloody cloak.

It made no matter. That day was done, and so was Sansa.

That's not what he came for, but I'll let you cope.

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Maddy and Gretchel might listen all they wished, but they would hear nothing. That was just as well. Gretchel could hold her tongue, but Maddy gossiped shamelessly.

x

Robert's squires had turned up as well. Terrance and Gyles could always sniff out trouble.

Lady Alayne knows her staff well.

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"Lord Robert is feeling stronger," Alayne told the serving women. "Fetch hot water for his bath, but see you don't scald him. And do not pull on his hair when you brush out the tangles, he hates that." One of the squires sniggered, until she said, "Terrance, lay out his lordship's riding clothes and his warmest cloak. Gyles, you may clean up that broken chamber pot."

Yes, Your Grace.

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"His fingers trembled a little bit when I held his hand, that's all. He says you put something vile in his milk."

"Vile?" Colemon blinked at her, and the apple in his throat moved up and down. "I merely . . . is he bleeding from the nose?"

"No."

"Good. That is good."

[...]

Alayne understood all that well enough, but it meant that the burden of getting Sweetrobin safely down the mountain fell on her. "Give his lordship a cup of sweetmilk," she told the maester. "That will stop him from shaking on the journey down."

"He had a cup not three days past," Colemon objected.

"And wanted another last night, which you refused him."

"It was too soon. My lady, you do not understand. As I've told the Lord Protector, a pinch of sweetsleep will prevent the shaking, but it does not leave the flesh, and in time . . ."

"Time will not matter if his lordship has a shaking fit and falls off the mountain. If my father were here, I know he would tell you to keep Lord Robert calm at all costs."

"I try, my lady, yet his fits grow ever more violent, and his blood is so thin I dare not leech him any more. Sweetsleep . . . you are certain he was not bleeding from the nose?"

"He was sniffling," Alayne admitted, "but I saw no blood."

My gut tells me that boy was in fact bleeding from the nose, and this maester is a dimwit for not checking on that himself.

It could not be more clear that Sansa has no clue how dangerous sweetsleep is, and this bumbling fool is doing a horrific job at making her understand.

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They dare not let the full extent of Robert's frailty and cowardice become too widely known, her father had warned her.

In her mind she's protecting Robin.

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Petyr Baelish was clear across the Vale, though, attending Lord Lyonel Corbray at his wedding. A widower of forty-odd years, and childless, Lord Lyonel was to wed the strapping sixteen-year-old daughter of a rich Gulltown merchant. Petyr had brokered the match himself. The bride's dower was said to be staggering; it had to be, since she was of common birth. Corbray's vassals would be there, with the Lords Waxley, Grafton, Lynderly, some petty lords and landed knights . . . and Lord Belmore, who had lately reconciled with her father. The other Lords Declarant were expected to shun the nuptials, so Petyr's presence was essential.

There's the first one. 1/6.

"Redfort and Waynwood are old. One or both of them may die. Gilwood Hunter will be murdered by his brothers. Most likely by young Harlan, who arranged Lord Eon's death. In for a penny, in for a stag, I always say. Belmore is corrupt and can be bought. Templeton I shall befriend. Bronze Yohn Royce will continue to be hostile, I fear, but so long as he stands alone he is not so much a threat." - Alayne I, AFFC

Too bad you pissed off Lyn Cobray in the process.

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"Music soothes him," she corrected, "the high harp especially. It's singing he can't abide, since Marillion killed his mother." Alayne had told the lie so many times that she remembered it that way more oft than not; the other seemed no more than a bad dream that sometimes troubled her sleep.

Kind of like lying to yourself about the night you were almost raped and killed.

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What would she do when the music began to play? It was a vexing question, to which her heart and head gave different answers. Sansa loved to dance, but Alayne . . .

The dancing girl will always follow her heart.

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"Just give him a cup of the sweetmilk before we go, and another at the feast, and there should be no trouble."

"Very well." They paused at the foot of the stairs. "But this must be the last. For half a year, or longer."

For the record, he did have a cup of sweetmilk before they left, and will have more at the feast.

Please, she prayed, don't let him start to twitch and shake. Not here. Not now. Maester Coleman would have made certain that he drank a strong dose of sweetmilk before the feast, but even so. - Alayne I, TWOW

I have to admit, sometimes I question whether I'm denying the obvious when it comes to Robert Arryn.

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Old snow cloaked the courtyard, and icicles hung down like crystal spears from the terraces and towers. The Eyrie was built of fine white stone, and winter's mantle made it whiter still. So beautiful, Alayne thought, so impregnable. 

Would you call it an enchantment?

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She could not love this place, no matter how she tried. 

Don't think for one second they're going to let this interfere with their Lady of the Vale meta.

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No one sang up there, not since Marillion. No one ever laughed too loud. Even the gods were silent. The Eyrie boasted a sept, but no septon; a godswood, but no heart tree. No prayers are answered here, she often thought, though some days she felt so lonely she had to try. Only the wind answered her, sighing endlessly around the seven slim white towers and rattling the Moon Door every time it gusted.

BRAN?!

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Her father said there was no shame in being afraid, only in showing your fear. "All men live with fear," he said. Alayne was not certain she believed that. Nothing frightened Petyr Baelish. He only said that to make me brave.

There's nothing wrong with showing your fear.

Way to go, Ned. All you had to do was take a second and have this conversation with her before Baelish could.

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"Don't be so certain, m'lady. She's half mule herself, that one. I think she'd leave us all to starve before she'd put those animals at risk." He smiled when he said it. He always smiles when he speaks of Mya Stone. Mya was much younger than Ser Lothor, but when her father had been brokering the marriage between Lord Corbray and his merchant's daughter, he'd told her that young girls were always happiest with older men. "Innocence and experience make for a perfect marriage," he had said.

Holy god, why do people believe Littlefinger actually plans to wed Sansa to Harry? Why.

Petyr Baelish had offered to wed the girl himself, she recalled, but of course that was impossible; he was much too lowborn. - Cersei II, ADWD

hello? HELLO??

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Alayne wondered what Mya made of Ser Lothor. With his squashed nose, square jaw, and nap of woolly grey hair, Brune could not be called comely, but he was not ugly either. It is a common face but an honest one. Though he had risen to knighthood, Ser Lothor's birth had been very low. One night he had told her that he was kin to the Brunes of Brownhollow, an old knightly family from Crackclaw Point. "I went to them when my father died," he confessed, "but they shat on me, and said I was no blood of theirs." He would not speak of what happened after that, except to say that he had learned all he knew of arms the hard way. Sober, he was a quiet man, but a strong one. And Petyr says he's loyal. He trusts him as much as he trusts anyone. 

A bit more background on the Brunes and Cracklaw Point.

Lothor has an honest face, is quiet, strong, and loyal. If Sansa's saying it, trust it.

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"M'lady," Ser Lothor said, "you'd best know. Mya didn't come up alone. Lady Myranda's with her."

"Oh." Why would she ride all the way up the mountain, just to ride back down again?

I think we downplay how completely insane it is that Myranda travelled all the way up this mountain only so she could ride down with Alayne.

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"Soon or late you must meet Myranda Royce," Petyr had warned her. "When you do, be careful. She likes to play the merry fool, but underneath she's shrewder than her father. Guard your tongue around her."

I will, she thought, but I did not know I'd need to start so soon. "Robert will be pleased." He liked Myranda Royce.

Mya and Myranda are like sisters.

Littlefinger is cautious around Myranda.

Sweetrobin likes Myranda.

Everything we learn about Myranda is positive.

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There was a scarf as well, and a pair of leather gloves lined with fur to match her riding boots. When she'd donned it all, she felt as fat and furry as a bear cub.

The snowy bear cub will be riding a mule through the harsh elements.

Eat your heart out, pantry.

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She took one last look at her room before she left. I was safe here, she thought, but down below . .

Sansa always knows.

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"He needs to make some haste. It's getting colder, can't you feel it? We need to get below Snow before the sun goes down."

Do you have any idea how funny this sentence is?

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"My lord," said Mya, "will you ride down with me?"

Too brusque, Alayne thought. She should have greeted him with a smile, told him how strong and brave he looks.

You ever notice Sansa's strengths are Jon's weaknesses?

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The sky cells on the lower levels made the castle look something like a honeycomb from below. A honeycomb made of ice, Alayne thought, a castle made of snow. 

That's a misdirection.

And later I dreamt that maid again, slaying a savage giant in a castle built of snow. - Arya VIII, AFFC

He doesn't die in the Eyrie. They can't go up the mountain during winter.

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She [Myranda Royce] got to her feet and brushed the snow from her skirts. "And you must be the Lord Protector's daughter," she added, as the bucket went rattling back up to the Eyrie. "I had heard that you were beautiful. I see that it is true."

Alayne curtsied. "My lady is kind to say so."

"Kind?" The older girl gave a laugh. "How boring that would be. I aspire to be wicked. You must tell me all your secrets on the ride down. May I call you Alayne?"

What else would you call her?

Sansa using 'my lady' is not a tell, but it will quickly become one.

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"If you wish, my lady." But you'll get no secrets from me.

Unreliable narrator Sansa Stark.

You're in way over your head, kid.

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"I am 'my lady' at the Gates, but up here on the mountain you may call me Randa. How many years have you, Alayne?"

"Four-and-ten, my lady." She had decided that Alayne Stone should be older than Sansa Stark.

You can remove the girl from high nobility, but you can't remove the high nobility from the girl.

She had decided that Alayne Stone should be older than Sansa Stark.

aka the author is doing everything he can.

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"Randa. It seems a hundred years since I was four-and-ten. How innocent I was. Are you still innocent, Alayne?"

She blushed. "You should not . . . yes, of course."

It's not every day you see a bastard correct a highborn girl.

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Up here where the slope was steepest, the steps wound back and forth rather than plunging straight down. Sansa Stark went up the mountain, but Alayne Stone is coming down. It was a strange thought.

No real comment, but how could I leave it out?

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I could close my eyes. The mule knows the way, he has no need of me. But that seemed more something Sansa would have done, that frightened girl. Alayne was an older woman, and bastard brave.

Sansa associates bastards with bravery.

When you're old enough, I will make you a match with a high lord who's worthy of you, someone brave and gentle and strong. - Sansa III, AGOT

We're 33% of the way there!

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"We have had a letter from your father," she said, as casually as if they were sitting with their septa, doing needlework. "He is on his way home, he says, and hopes to see his darling daughter soon. He writes that Lyonel Corbray seems well pleased with his bride, and even more so with her dowry. I do hope Lord Lyonel remembers which one he needs to bed. Lady Waynwood turned up with the Knight of Ninestars for the wedding feast, Lord Petyr says, to everyone's astonishment."

"Anya Waynwood? Truly?" The Lords Declarant were down from six to three, it would seem. The day he'd departed the mountain, Petyr Baelish had been confident of winning Symond Templeton to his side, but not so Lady Waynwood.

She said it before I could. 3/6.

"Redfort and Waynwood are old. One or both of them may die. Gilwood Hunter will be murdered by his brothers. Most likely by young Harlan, who arranged Lord Eon's death. In for a penny, in for a stag, I always say. Belmore is corrupt and can be bought. Templeton I shall befriend. Bronze Yohn Royce will continue to be hostile, I fear, but so long as he stands alone he is not so much a threat." - Alayne I, AFFC

Too bad you pissed off Lyn Cobray in the process.

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"Not from your father, no, but we've had other birds. The war goes on, everywhere but here. Riverrun has yielded, but Dragonstone and Storm's End still hold for Lord Stannis."

"Lady Lysa was so wise, to keep us out of it."

Myranda gave her a shrewd little smile. "Yes, she was the very soul of wisdom, that good lady."

Timeline check. Sansa's slightly ahead of Jaime.

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There's a new High Septon, did you know? Oh, and the Night's Watch has a boy commander, some bastard son of Eddard Stark's."

"Jon Snow?" she blurted out, surprised.

Alayne, did you know you spent your entire childhood with the Faith, studying to become a septa? And did you know you have no idea who Eddard Stark's bastard is?

+.+.+

She had not thought of Jon in ages. He was only her half brother, but still . . . with Robb and Bran and Rickon dead, Jon Snow was the only brother that remained to her. I am a bastard too now, just like him. Oh, it would be so sweet, to see him once again. 

+.+.+

But of course that could never be. Alayne Stone had no brothers, baseborn or otherwise.

I believe you, author.

+.+.+

"Our cousin Bronze Yohn had himself a mêlée at Runestone," Myranda Royce went on, oblivious, "a small one, just for squires. It was meant for Harry the Heir to win the honors, and so he did."

"Harry the Heir?"

"Lady Waynwood's ward. Harrold Hardyng. I suppose we must call him Ser Harry now. Bronze Yohn knighted him."

Bronze Yohn was scheming.

+.+.+

"Oh, yes. He died on top of me. In me, if truth be told. You do know what goes on in a marriage bed, I hope?"

She thought of Tyrion, and of the Hound and how he'd kissed her, and gave a nod. "That must have been dreadful, my lady. Him dying. There, I mean, whilst . . . whilst he was . . ."

". . . fucking me?"

Lol, I love Myranda. She better not disappoint me.

+.+.+

"As you say, my lady." Alayne remembered Petyr's warning.

"Randa. Come now, you can say it. Ran. Da."

You're doing amazing, sweetie.

+.+.+

"Much better. I fear I must apologize to you. You will think me a dreadful slut, I know, but I bedded that pretty boy Marillion. I did not know he was a monster. He sang beautifully, and could do the sweetest things with his fingers. I would never have taken him to bed if I had known he was going to push Lady Lysa through the Moon Door. I do not bed monsters, as a rule." 

That right there might be a problem. When did that happen?

Remember who accompanied Catelyn Stark to the Vale? Remember who met Littlefinger's daughter when she still had red hair?

Stumpy remembers.

+.+.+

She studied Alayne's face and chest. "You are prettier than me, but my breasts are larger. The maesters say large breasts produce no more milk than small ones, but I do not believe it. Have you ever known a wet nurse with small teats? Yours are ample for a girl your age, but as they are bastard breasts, I shan't concern myself with them." 

Here's another reminder that Sansa is 13 and the young woman eyeing her up and down like a rival is 20.

+.+.+

Mychel Redfort was the one. He used to be Lyn Corbray's squire. A real squire, not like that loutish lad Ser Lyn's got squiring for him now. He only took that one on for coin, they say. 

We're still not sure who this loutish squire is.

Alayne's giggle drew Corbray's attention. He handed his shield to his loutish squire, removed his helm and quilted coif. - Alayne I, TWOW

+.+.+

"Do you think Ser Lothor likes her as she is, in mail and leather?" she asked the older girl, who seemed so worldly-wise. "Or does he dream of her draped in silks and velvets?"

"He's a man. He dreams of her naked."

Lol.

+.+.+

"Does your father plan to wed again?"

"My father?" Alayne had never considered that. Somehow the notion made her squirm. 

Why, because you have a sixth sense and deep down you know he plans to wed you?

+.+.+

He needs a pretty young wife to wash away his grief. I imagine he could have his pick of half the noble maidens in the Vale. Who could be a better husband than our own bold Lord Protector? 

Hold this.

+.+.+

Though I do wish he had a better name than Littlefinger. How little is it, do you know?"

"His finger?" She blushed again. "I don't . . . I never . . ."

Totally normal thing you might ask his daughter.

+.+.+

"It's best to lead the mules across," Mya said. "If it please my lord, I'll take mine over first, then come back for yours." Lord Robert did not answer. He was staring at the narrow saddle with his reddened eyes. "I shan't be long, my lord," Mya promised, but Alayne doubted that the boy could even hear her.

When the bastard girl led her mule out from beneath the shelter of the spire, the wind caught her in its teeth. Her cloak lifted, twisting and flapping in the air. Mya staggered, and for half a heartbeat it seemed as if she would be blown over the precipice, but somehow she regained her balance and went on.

Alayne took Robert's gloved hand in her own to stop his shaking. "Sweetrobin," she said, "I'm scared. Hold my hand, and help me get across. I know you're not afraid."

He looked at her, his pupils small dark pinpricks in eyes as big and white as eggs. "I'm not?"

"Not you. You're my winged knight, Ser Sweetrobin."

"The Winged Knight could fly," Robert whispered.

"Higher than the mountains." She gave his hand a squeeze.

Lady Myranda had joined them by the spire. "He could," she echoed, when she saw what was happening.

"Ser Sweetrobin," Lord Robert said, and Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them. All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. 

[...]

And then they were on the other side, and Mya Stone was laughing and lifting Robert for a hug.

Look at our girl! Catelyn is made of steel, and this nearly broke her.

"Lady Stark," Mya called across the gulf. The girl sounded a thousand leagues away. "Are you well?"

Catelyn Tully Stark swallowed what remained of her pride. "I … I cannot do this, child," she called out. - Catelyn VI, AGOT

Sorry, I kind of have to point out Sansa has natural maternal instincts, and the author keeps highlighting that through her interactions with Robert.

+.+.+

There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.

+.+.+

"So you're brave as well as beautiful," Myranda said to her.

"No."

Yes.

+.+.+

"I remember a man throwing me in the air when I was very little. He stands as tall as the sky, and he throws me up so high it feels as though I'm flying. We're both laughing, laughing so much that I can hardly catch a breath, and finally I laugh so hard I wet myself, but that only makes him laugh the louder. I was never afraid when he was throwing me. I knew that he would always be there to catch me." She pushed her hair back. "Then one day he wasn't. Men come and go. They lie, or die, or leave you. A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain's daughter. I trust my father, and I trust my mules. I won't fall." She put her hand on a jagged spur of rock, and got to her feet. "Best finish. We have a long way yet to go, and I can smell a storm."

He'll come back, Sansa.

There was nothing below but yawning blackness, nothing above but moon and stars. "The mountain is your mother," Stonesnake had told him during an easier climb a few days past. "Cling to her, press your face up against her teats, and she won't drop you." - Jon VI, ACOK

+.+.+

"We have apartments prepared for all of you," she told Alayne, "but if you like you may share my bed tonight. It's large enough for four."

"I should be honored, my lady."

"Randa.

Jesus, she's more formal than the queen during a court session.

+.+.+

Count yourself fortunate that I'm so tired. All I want to do is curl up and go to sleep. Usually when ladies share my bed they have to pay a pillow tax and tell me all about the wicked things they've done."

"What if they haven't done any wicked things?"

"Why, then they must confess all the wicked things they want to do. Not you, of course. I can see how virtuous you are just by looking at those rosy cheeks and big blue eyes of yours."

Any talk of how innocent and virtuous Sansa is will always elicit a giggle from me.

+.+.+

They all rose when she entered, and Petyr smiled warmly. "Alayne. Come, give your father a kiss."

She hugged him dutifully and kissed him on the cheek. 

I will drill through your urethra.

+.+.+

"You are never an intrusion, sweetling. I was just now telling these good knights what a dutiful daughter I had."

"Dutiful and beautiful," said an elegant young knight whose thick blond mane cascaded down well past his shoulders.

I smashed my head against the cement, and figured out this is actually Sandor Clegane.

+.+.+

"You left out that part, m'lord." "I would do the same if she were my daughter," said the last knight, a short, wiry man with a wry smile, pointed nose, and bristly orange hair. "Particularly around louts like us."

Alayne laughed. "Are you louts?" she said, teasing. "Why, I took the three of you for gallant knights."

"Knights they are," said Petyr. "Their gallantry has yet to be demonstrated, but we may hope. Allow me to present Ser Byron, Ser Morgarth, and Ser Shadrich. Sers, the Lady Alayne, my natural and very clever daughter . . . with whom I must needs confer, if you will be so good as to excuse us."

Uh oh!

For those keeping track, the following people know Alayne is Sansa:

Petyr Baelish

Oswell Kettleblack

Lothor Brune

Ser Shadrich the Mad Mouse

Myranda Royce (probably)

Yohn Royce (undetermined)

That's too many.

Personally, I don't think you introduce Ser Shadrich, and put him in the Vale, if you don't intend to use him in the story. So, yeah.

This is also a nice reminder that Littlefinger is capable of making big mistakes.

+.+.+

"I did not expect you back so soon," she said. "I am glad you've come."

"I would never have known it from the kiss you gave me." He pulled her closer, caught her face between his hands, and kissed her on the lips for a long time. "Now that's the sort of kiss that says welcome home. See that you do better next time."

I will peel your foreskin.

+.+.+

"You would not believe half of what is happening in King's Landing, sweetling. Cersei stumbles from one idiocy to the next, helped along by her council of the deaf, the dim, and the blind. I always anticipated that she would beggar the realm and destroy herself, but I never expected she would do it quite so fast. It is quite vexing. I had hoped to have four or five quiet years to plant some seeds and allow some fruits to ripen, but now . . . it is a good thing that I thrive on chaos. 

Is it still called breaking the fourth wall when it's a book?

+.+.+

The Merling King's returned to Gulltown, and old Oswell had some tales to tell."

[...]

What little peace and order the five kings left us will not long survive the three queens, I fear.

"Three queens?" She did not understand.

Nor did Petyr choose to explain. 

The peace will not survive the three queens. You shouldn't want this to be about Sansa.

It's Cersei, Margaery, and Daenerys. The Merling King returned from Braavos, he knows about Daenerys.

+.+.+

"I have brought my sweet girl back a gift."

Alayne was as pleased as she was surprised. "Is it a gown?" She had heard there were fine seamstresses in Gulltown, and she was so tired of dressing drably.

Gulltown. Gulltown. Gulltown.

+.+.+

Petyr Baelish took her by the hand and drew her down onto his lap. "I have made a marriage contract for you."

I will decorate my Christmas tree with your intestines.

+.+.+

"I am married," she whispered. "You know."

Petyr put a finger to her lips to silence her. 

I will make you nurse a badger.

+.+.+

"Lady Waynwood?" Alayne could hardly believe it. "Why would she marry one of her sons to . . . to a . . ."

". . . bastard? For a start, you are the Lord Protector's bastard, never forget. The Waynwoods are very old and very proud, but not as rich as one might think, as I discovered when I began buying up their debt. Not that Lady Anya would ever sell a son for gold. A ward, however . . . young Harry's only a cousin, and the dower that I offered her ladyship was even larger than the one that Lyonel Corbray just collected. 

I'm confident he's somehow screwing over Anya Waynwood and Lyonel Corbray on these deals.

You know who else doesn't pay debts? Littlefinger.

+.+.+

It had to be, for her to risk Bronze Yohn's wroth. This will put all his plans awry. 

It appears Littlefinger was aware of Bronze Yohn's plans. Can I be told?

+.+.+

"He was just knighted. And he has a bastard daughter by some common girl."

"And another on the way by a different wench. Harry can be a beguiling one, no doubt. Soft sandy hair, deep blue eyes, and dimples when he smiles. And very gallant, I am told."

I know, maybe Littlefinger has a cuckolding fetish, and can't wait to have his favourite play thing mounted by a younger, better looking guy? Most men are like that, right?

I mean sure, he was super territorial with Catelyn, and almost died fighting her betrothed, but he could change? Right?

+.+.+

He teased her with a smile. "Bastard-born or no, sweetling, when this match is announced you will be the envy of every highborn maiden in the Vale, and a few from the riverlands and the Reach as well."

I would love to know why any maiden from the riverlands or the Reach would give a shit about Harrold Hardyng, an upjumped squire who's never left the Vale.

You get any petitions for marriage when you were in the Reach, Baelish?

He needs a pretty young wife to wash away his grief. I imagine he could have his pick of half the noble maidens in the Vale. Who could be a better husband than our own bold Lord Protector? 

+.+.+

Petyr took her hand in his own and brushed his finger lightly down the inside of her palm.

I will harvest your organs.

+.+.+

"Won't they come before Harry? I don't understand."

"You will. Listen." Petyr took her hand in his own and brushed his finger lightly down the inside of her palm. 

"Lord Jasper Arryn, begin with him. Jon Arryn's father. He begot three children, two sons and a daughter. Jon was the eldest, so the Eyrie and the lordship passed to him. His sister Alys wed Ser Elys Waynwood, uncle to the present Lady Waynwood." He made a wry face. "Elys and Alys, isn't that precious? Lord Jasper's younger son, Ser Ronnel Arryn, wed a Belmore girl, but only rang her once or twice before dying of a bad belly. Their son Elbert was being born in one bed even as poor Ronnel was dying in another down the hall. Are you paying close attention, sweetling?"

"Yes. There was Jon and Alys and Ronnel, but Ronnel died."

"Good. Now, Jon Arryn married thrice, but his first two wives gave him no children, so for long years his nephew Elbert was his heir. Meantime, Elys was plowing Alys quite dutifully, and she was whelping once a year. She gave him nine children, eight girls and one precious little boy, another Jasper, after which she died exhausted. Boy Jasper, inconsiderate of the heroic efforts that had gone into begetting him, got himself kicked in the head by a horse when he was three years old. A pox took two of his sisters soon after, leaving six. The eldest married Ser Denys Arryn, a distant cousin to the Lords of the Eyrie. There are several branches of House Arryn scattered across the Vale, all as proud as they are penurious, save for the Gulltown Arryns, who had the rare good sense to marry merchants. They're rich, but less than couth, so no one talks about them. Ser Denys hailed from one of the poor, proud branches . . . but he was also a renowned jouster, handsome and gallant and brimming with courtesy. And he had that magic Arryn name, which made him ideal for the eldest Waynwood girl. Their children would be Arryns, and the next heirs to the Vale should any ill befall Elbert. Well, as it happened, Mad King Aerys befell Elbert. You know that story?"

She did. "The Mad King murdered him."

"He did indeed. And soon after, Ser Denys left his pregnant Waynwood wife to ride to war. He died during the Battle of the Bells, of an excess of gallantry and an axe. When they told his lady of his death she perished of grief, and her newborn son soon followed. No matter. Jon Arryn had gotten himself a young wife during the war, one he had reason to believe fertile. He was very hopeful, I'm sure, but you and I know that all he ever got from Lysa were stillbirths, miscarriages, and poor Sweetrobin.

"Which brings us back to the five remaining daughters of Elys and Alys. The eldest had been left terribly scarred by the same pox that killed her sisters, so she became a septa. Another was seduced by a sellsword. Ser Elys cast her out, and she joined the silent sisters after her bastard died in infancy. The third wed the Lord of the Paps, but proved barren. The fourth was on her way to the riverlands to marry some Bracken when Burned Men carried her off. That left the youngest, who wed a landed knight sworn to the Waynwoods, gave him a son that she named Harrold, and perished."

+.+.+

He turned her hand over and lightly kissed her wrist.

I will invert your ribcage.

+.+.+

"So tell me, sweetling—why is Harry the Heir?"

Her eyes widened. "He is not Lady Waynwood's heir. He's Robert's heir. If Robert were to die . . ."

SHE'S A CHILD PRODIGY.

+.+.+

Petyr arched an eyebrow. "When Robert dies. Our poor brave Sweetrobin is such a sickly boy, it is only a matter of time. When Robert dies, Harry the Heir becomes Lord Harrold, Defender of the Vale and Lord of the Eyrie. Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . .

I'm sure your cheque book can fix that.

Do you think Littlefinger wants to compete with a young man who is loved by the high lords and common folk? I don't.

+.+.+

Jon Arryn's bannermen will never love me, nor our silly, shaking Robert, but they will love their Young Falcon . . . and when they come together for his wedding, and you come out with your long auburn hair, clad in a maiden's cloak of white and grey with a direwolf emblazoned on the back . . . why, every knight in the Vale will pledge his sword to win you back your birthright. So those are your gifts from me, my sweet Sansa . . . Harry, the Eyrie, and Winterfell. That's worth another kiss now, don't you think?"

This is going to sound crazy, but you should question everything Littlefinger says.

Anyway, this feels familiar, doesn't it?

"Does this mean you will not wed the girl? I warn you, she is part of the price you must pay, if you want your father's name and your father's castle. This match is necessary, to help assure the loyalty of our new subjects. Are you refusing me, Jon Snow?" - Jon XI, ASOS

+.+.+

That's worth another kiss now, don't you think?

I will power wash your colon.

Final thoughts:

There's only one more Sansa chapter.

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[tqwnw]

loras tyrell really said “when the sun has set, no candle can replace it,” and expected us to be normal. i shouldn’t be thinking about him he ruins my life, he’s so me

[zablife]

Hey, Lee! You said your askbox is empty, so I'd like to provide you this idea that has been on my head for some time now (it's not exactly a request, you don't have to write it if you don't feel it), here is is: Jack Nelson helping his wife to put some lotion on 😏 I just know this man wouldn't deny her some help 🤭

Tysm for the request, Lora! I changed this a bit and set it at the seaside so I could incorporate sunscreen as this is where my mind immediately went. I hope you enjoy it!

Give Me a Hand (Warning: language, smut, 🔞)

As you rolled to your stomach on the sun lounger, you felt Jack’s large hand come to rest over your shoulder, pressing his fingers into the warm flesh. “You’re gonna burn that delicate skin of yours, doll face,” he reprimanded you.

“I’m not Irish like you, Jack. I don’t burn. I tan,” you shot back in a bratty tone. You turned your cheek to rest over the backs of your hands and looked at him over your sunglasses, challenging him with a seductive stare. 

“Is that so? As I recall you were bright red after our trip last month,” he chided, pressing himself closer to you. Running a finger down your spine, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “So sensitive you wouldn’t let your beautiful back touch the sheets when I screwed you, remember?” You felt him smirk against the side of your face, before leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You turned to grab his chin, kissing him feverishly before biting down on his lower lip. “Maybe I just don’t like a boring fuck,” you teased against his lips.

He laced a hand through your hair and pulled you back to look at him, removing your shades with his free hand. With a raise of his eyebrows he asked in a warning tone, “Would you shut your pretty mouth and let me take care of you?” 

You pressed up onto your palms, studying him for a moment and seeing that your teasing had the desired effect, you reached into your bag, producing a bottle of sunscreen and handed it to him with a flourish. "Fine, give me a hand," you said. You stretched, pushing your breasts toward him and smirked as you watched him shift uncomfortably next to you. You’d surely pay for that later.

Jack's dominance took over sooner than you realized and he pushed you flat onto the chair with authority, holding you there for a moment at the base of your skull, silently subduing you with gentle strokes of his thumbs before sweeping your hair from your neck. He moved away to gather the sunscreen in his palm and you let an arm fall to the sand below, idly tracing patterns in the soft, powdery earth as you waited for Jack's touch.

When he returned to you, he ran a hand from your slender neck down the length of your spine and you shivered at the feeling of the cool lotion on your burning skin. Massaging the lotion into your shoulders with firm pressure, he moved down the length of each arm next, squeezing and kneading in a soothing pattern. He relished the sight of your goosebumps as he worked his way across your back, careful to give attention to any spots that felt tense or knotted.

He never neglected you when you needed him most. However, he wasn’t immune to a bit of teasing. As you began to relax under his touch and the delicious smell of coconut and salt air, you suddenly felt the tension on your bikini strings go slack. You smiled to yourself as Jack’s hands ran to the sides of your ribcage, his fingers deftly rubbing circles at the swell of your breasts. You let out a little sigh and he chuckled, knowing he was far from done.

The crash of the waves was briefly interrupted by the sound of another squirt from the bottle and Jack returned to you to begin again at your legs, starting at your ankles this time. As he hit a ticklish spot near the back of your knee, you tried to wriggle free from his grasp and he gave your ass a harsh spank, followed by a playful pinch.

“Gotta stay still, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet,” he said in a low voice. He stroked along your calves, reaching higher with each pass, smirking to himself as his hands slid to the inside of your thighs, the sunlight glistening on your skin temptingly. As he nudged your legs apart, he continued to caress you until he saw you lazily roll your head to the side with a toss of your hair to get more comfortable. You licked your lips and that was enough to make him realize he was growing uncomfortably hard in his trunks. Then he had a sudden mischievous urge come over him.

Gathering the fabric of your bikini bottoms in his fingers, he pulled on it gently until the crotch disappeared between your plump lips. He gave a little tug to place friction on your clit and you jumped with a little gasp. Jack growled at the sight of you, leaning forward to rub himself against your leg, allowing you to feel his hard length. You lifted your hips slightly and he pulled the fabric of your bathing suit away to expose you fully to the cool, breeze. His knuckle brushed over your folds, gathering your wetness and you moaned, grinding down onto him for a few torturous moments before finally pulling away.

You sat up suddenly, clutching your top to you as you bit your lip, trying not to think about the ache in your core. You grabbed the sunscreen and threw it into your bag quickly. “Told you I didn’t need that, baby,” you said.

“Why’s that?” he asked, pupils blown wide with lust.

“Because I don’t plan on being outside in the sun anymore today,” you answered suggestively, dragging him toward the cottage where you were staying. Jack laughed heartily, that had been his plan all along. 

[docpiplup]

Ship: Loras x Renly

I ship it!

What made you ship it?

I like their story: they knew each other since they were young, Loras was Renly's squire and probably their relationship went like starting as friends and then became lovers. Years pass and Loras is knighted and he's still with Renly and Renly marries Margaery due to political alliance with the Tyrells to get the IT and Renly names Loras Lord Commander of the Rainbow Guard, although Renly was later killed by Mel and Stannis' shadow baby and since then Loras has been mourning Renly.

What are your favourite things about the ship?

It's sad but the quotes of Loras mourning Renly are so beautiful and heartbreaking:

"When the sun has set, no candle can replace it…"

"I buried him with mine own hands, in a place he showed me once when I was a squire at Storm's End. No one shall ever find him there to disturb his rest." He looked at Jaime defiantly. "I will defend King Tommen with all my strength, I swear it. I will give my life for his if need be. But I will never betray Renly, by word or deed. He was the king that should have been. He was the best of them."

Is there an unpopular opinion on your ship?

I think don't have any unpopular opinions.

[waitingforwinterwinds]

ASOS; Steel and Snow: 12 TYRION II (pages 161-172)

Tyrion visits Varys to arrange a date with Shae, then sics Bronn on a bard.

-

The eunuch was humming tunelessly to himself as he came through the door, dressed in flowing robes of peach-colored silk and smelling of lemons.

lemon(s) = 🥛

also I have just had the best mental image of Modern Day AU Varys as a Drag Queen. Probably runs a club with all the best gossip.

"I am full of surprises. Are you cross with me for abandoning you after the battle?" "It made me think of you as one of my family."

Ha! that is both a sick burn, and also really sad.

... damn. Maegor: 3 x Grand Maesters by Axe Aegon II: 1 x Grand Maester by Dragon Digestion

That "maesters wrecked the Targaryens actually" theory sounding more and more likely. Look at all this extra motive.

Bronn had turned up all he could on Ser mandon, but no doubt Varys knew a great deal more... should he choose to share it. "The man seems to have been quite friendless," Tyrion said carefully. "Sadly," said Varys, "oh, sadly. You might find some kin if you turned over enough stones back in the Vale, but here... Lord Arryn brought him to King's Landing and Robert gave him his white cloak, but neither loved him much, I fear. (...) Ser Barristan was once heard to say he had no friend but his sword and no life but duty... but you know, I do not think Selmy meant it altogether as praise.-"

OOOHHHH!!!! I just had a conspiracy theory.

Cersei didn't hire Moore to kill Tyrion, Moore was taking a chance to kill who he believed was responsible for Jon Arryn's death after getting news from the Vale from on old friend who still lives there re: the very rigged Trial and Lysa's (very loud and false) claims. Moore was taking the first opportunity for vengeance that he thought he could get away with.

What do you think? Feasible? Too much crack?

One day, I am going to come up with a conspiracy theory that contains so much pure crack, the cops will break down the door for a drug bust.

But also, given how this series uses perceptions and assumptions, even if we're in some one's POV, we don't always get the full story, but it is the best way to be sure someone actually did something for realsies.

... You know, I'm actually kind of surprised they let Lollys keep the foetus (or are forcing her to keep the foetus) to term. You'd think, given how they treat bastards and such, that they'd remove 'such a stain' before it became a problem.

(Or at the very least they wouldn't force a young woman who's been violated to carry a baby she never asked for. But then again this series does not care very much for the female members of the cast. The kind ongoing of trauma and dysphoria that is probably giving her, whether it looks that way or not in her current mental state...)

"To guard the king's life, you surrender your own. You give up your lands and titles, give up hope of marriage, children..." "House Tyrell continues through my brothers," Ser Loras said. "It is not necessary, for a third son to wed, or breed." "Not necessary, but some find it pleasant. What of love?" "When the sun has set, no candle can replace it."

D&D suck at their job = 🥛

I'm sorry, but can we just take a moment and appreciate the depth of Loras' grief? Like, I have no trouble believing Book!Loras loved Renly for real. Truly, honestly loved him first and foremost before he saw him as a pawn to get at the throne.

Show!Loras and Renly? I forgot they even fucked.

Loras being gay in the show felt like a background joke. "LoL, Sansa has a crush on a gay boy," or "LOL, Cersei is getting married to the gay boy."

Even between Loras and Renly, in the show, the first time we really saw them together, Loras was talking Renly into vying for the crown and Robert wasn't even dead yet. It was manipulation and titillation. Were they in love or was Loras just using him? Who knows, but after Renly died no one really cared, and I forgot they fucked, forgot Loras was even gay until it was shoved back in my face like a poor tasting joke.

Book!verse though? I can believe those two were in love, I can believe Loras is grieving that loss so quietly because he can't say what he's lost, what he feels, he can't express the depth of it and he has to listen to everyone around him belittle that affection and connection, and oh my gosh that poor boy.

A woman sidled into the light; plump, soft, matronly, with a round pink moon of a face and heavy dark curls. Tyrion recoiled. "Is something amiss?" she asked. Varys, he realized with annoyance.

Drag Queen!Varys is canon. Pry it from my cold dead hands. Just cross-dressing, I know, shhhh, let me have this.

"He's gone," Shae said. Tyrion turned to look. It was true. the eunuch had vanished, shirts and all. The hidden doors are here somewhere, they have to be.

You wanna bet they're under the giant stone slab of a bed? You know, that thing that our attention was directed to the last time he was talking about hidden doors?

(also, it made me think of that scene from the animated Secret Garden, with the secret door under the window seat when they were talking about it earlier, but it probably slides like that giant coffin door from... oh gish, what's the movie... it's going to come to me right as I'm drifting off to sleep. It's like an entire trope to be fair, "giant stone altar/coffin is actually a sliding door" so I'm probably thinking of several movies.)

Her cunt gave him a little squeeze, and he started to stiffen again inside her.

'cunt' = 🥛

... you know, the longer Shae talks about Lollys, the more I prefer Show!Shae to Book!Shae, just for the fact that the show version has some level of empathy for other people. I understand it's probably a coping mechanism for some kind of hidden backstory trauma (no one in this series is without), but damn the way book!Shae treats sexual assault is icky AF.

Then he made a round of the walls, tapping on each in turn, searching for the hidden door. Shae sat with her legs drawn up and her arms wrapped around them, watching him. Finally she said, "They're under the bed. the secret steps." He looked at her, incredulous. "The bed? the bed is solid ston. It weighs half a ton." "There's a place where Varys pushes, and it floats right up. I asked him how, and he said it was magic." "Yes." Tyrion had to grin. "A counterweight spell."

Ha-ha! I was right... about the location. Not the door type, though. The magic in this series is so low key or background I tend to forget it's a thing.

This does explain how he got out of the room without being heard. half-ton stones are not quietly moved, even if they have mechanisms to help them.

!! Alayaya made it back to her mother's brothel! Phew, I was low key worried something had happened to her on the walk back. you know, after she was whipped and kicked out the Keep naked?

"There is a singer who calls himself Symon Silver Tongue," Tyrion said wearily, pushing his guilt aside. "He plays for Lady Tanda's daughter sometimes. "What of him?" Kill him, he might had said, but damn the man had done nothing but sing a few songs.

You'd think Bards would do better in life, what with being a Charisma class, but no, no one likes Bards here.

And fill Shae's head with thoughts of doves and dancing bears.

... well now I have "Once Upon a December" from Anastasia (1997) stuck in my head.

Dancing Bears Painted Wings Things I almost remember. And a song someone sings Once upon a December.

[goldenngore]

EARLY CANON & CANON REWRITES: the idea behind this really is to create a more visible portrayal of queer people in high fantasy media. loras is still a dick, but at least he's a visible gay dick here. almost all the queer characters in asoiaf feel like an afterthought. like, they could have been really important. but, oh no, now they're dead. see renly baratheon and oberyn martell among others. and unless the tyrell conspiracy proves true in twow, loras will soon be dead too. basically, I don't trust grrm with my dude, so I do what I want.

we shall start with the obvious. loras has never tried to hide his sexuality. there's no laws or taboo against it in westeros that is mentioned. being gay just has no use to the nobility, hence the minor frowning upon it. he won't deny being gay if someone asks him.

loras is young in the earlier books, yes. but he is not an unseasoned knight. before the series, he had spent a good amount of time in the company of his many uncles and other males relatives, sorting out civil disruptions, taking out bandits and all sorts in the reach and out. loras hasn't permanently lived in highgarden since he was 8, and the idea of him being one of his generations greatest isn't unfounded. he was afforded this freedom being the third son as opposed to garlan.

loras was actually going to take on the mountain sword to sword before sandor stepped in...and it's a good thing he did.

when ned stark denies him a place on the party to search for gregor clegane. loras sets up his own search party with the reach ladddds, but renly convinces him to reason, one of the few people that can, and that it's not worth the trouble. loras doesn't think so--but he listens.

the melee match between loras and brienne ends in a draw. while loras is admittedly sore about the loss at first, he does recognise that brienne is exceptional in a fight and ends up approving of her being appointed as brienne the blue.

once the shock and temporary psychosis wears off. loras does not initially believe that brienne had anything to do with renly's death. loras would have known her for some years by this point, being that he would've met her previously in the stormlands more than once. he's very much aware of brienne's feelings towards renly, but is quiet on the matter unless it is to renly himself. he's actually more inclined to believe that catelyn "the she wolf" stark had something to do with the death more than brienne did. he only comes to consider that brienne might be the killer later because the people around him try to convince him so. but after their chat at kings landing, he knows she did not do it.

loras does not agree with the idea of his sister marrying robert or renly. robert is a straight-up prick; let's be real. As for renly, that speaks for itself. that's his guy, his idiot. the idea of his sister and boyfriend together disgusts the hell out of him, and he detests the burden it puts on margaery. loras and renly's relationship sours at this point, and I don't think they ever fully reconcile before renly dies.

it is true that only loras knows where renly is buried. he would never give the location to anyone else, especially mcstannis.

if you thought loras was against his sister marrying robert or renly. wait till joffrey, yikes. he didn't particularly want to cosy up with the lannister. he just wanted to smash stan's face in, then go home and grieve. but is instead thrust further into the war and into the lion's den with his sister. loras did not want to be a member of the kingsguard; that was all mace's scheming. it really is a show of restraint on loras' part that he doesn't kill joffrey from the get go, and he's wearing every metaphorical mask under the sun while in his and cersei's presence.

yet, loras had nothing to do with joffrey's death. funny, huh? he wasn't even in on the plan. he certainly wasn't mad about it though.

loras did not forget about sansa stark, but he really did forget about that rose. she was just a girl in the crowd---renly was sitting nearby. truthfully, loras doesn't much notice maids in any context. shrug.

loras does eventually become close to jaime lannister, which surprises loras as much as anyone. but he ends up feeling pretty betrayed when jaime leaves suddenly and never comes back, despite jaime making him lord commander of the kingsguard. friendship over? maybe, maybeeeeee. yes, jaime not coming back isn't necessarily his own fault. but loras doesn't know that.

affc and beyond canon is written up on my carrd, and marks some amazing growth for loras. I've probably missed things out here, but I'll remember eventually...

[d4nte393]

stannis is NOT the mannis. he is a closeted bitch AND homophobic (killed his gay brother)

fr tho i can’t read the “when the sun has set no candle can replace it” line without crying. or the line about loras burying renly. cmon stannis you gay basher what were you thinking

rip renly you would have loved oscar wilde 💔💔💔