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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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hello friend, is it alright if i request short headcanons about childhood friends to lovers with margaery and/or sansa? I need more sansa and margaery content, their tags are dead silent 😭😭😔. I hope this is okay and hope you have a good day/night.

Sapphic friends to lovers ................ my weakness ........ okay you didnt specify if it was so I assumed, LOL. This is more childhood crushes n' friendships cause its cute, damn it.

(((also im including my favorite dornish ladies bc i can)))

🐺Sansa Stark🐺

You, Sansa and Jeyne become "the little ladies" of Winterfell, a close trio of friends who are often together. While Sansa seems to be the leader, she very much looks to you for guidance, even if you're younger. She's often hung on your opinion and thoughts, and if you did the same for her, you both would be talking in circles about what to do before Jeyne would interrupt and suggest a third thing, lest you two talk all day.

Sansa starts to admire things you fancy, even if she doesn't always understand why you like them - say for example, swords or bugs. She admires you, too, though that's obvious, and she's childishly delighted when you agree with her thoughts. When old nan tells stories about knights and princesses, in Sansa's mind, the knights always seem to have eyes like your's.

And while Sansa often daydreams about being a married Lady, just like her mother, sometimes a worry interrupts her thoughts. Won't you need to be married too? Doesn't that mean you'll have to go away? No, no, it's fine, you'll just visit and write to her. Sansa makes you promise to do so several times.

If you're of a much lesser rank than her, she's heartened by the thought of you being her handmaiden instead. Proper ladies need proper handmaidens, after all. Then you two wouldn't have to part at all! Whenever she's expressed these worries to her mother, Catlyn gently tells Sansa that it's just the way of things, and she'll find new companions and friends in her future husband's house. Sansa retorts she doesn't want new ones, she wants you.

Sansa likes to fuss about with your clothes and hair, just like her mother fusses with her's. If you aren't a girly type or appreciate touching, this can be exhausting. More than once you two have bickered because she wants to keep trying different hairstyles and you want to do something else. Jeyne or even Arya are the ones who interrupt it.

Speaking of Arya, if you're the type of little lady whose closer in personality and temperament, she's quite fond of you. Sansa can't help but feel jealous, even if she knows it's silly. And when she scolds Arya for something unladylike, and Arya retorts "but YN does it!", Sansa just huffs. "That's different!" "How is it different?" "It - it just is!"

Sansa would also pout if you play with the boys instead of her, especially if you're a little older. She very carefully walk through the mud in the sword yard or brave the high parts of Winterfell's walls where you're hanging about with Robb, Jon and Theon. She wants to remind you it isn't proper, but then you might send her away, so she just huffs and deals with it. If she's feeling clever, she'll claim she needs you for something right this minute and drag you off.

(The boys notice this behavior and think it's pretty funny. Robb knows all he has to do is tease you and Sansa will RUSH over to your defense)

Naturally, you're going with Sansa when she has to leave for King's Landing. It'll be so wonderful! She has so many fancies of being a Queen and you her handmaiden, and that means you can always stay by her side. And apart from that, there will be so many amazing things to see and do. She can hardly keep still at the thought, and spills it all you to, hoping you'll agree. Arya thinks her sister will be too preoccupied with you to care about princes or knights, but she's just fine with that. Better you than that awful prince and his dog.

🏵Margaery Tyrell🏵

She knew you were different from the start. Margaery has always had an endless stream of companions, from her cousins to the daughters of her mother's handmaidens. There was something so different about you though, and she just couldn't put her finger on it.

Being a charming little girl, it wasn't hard for Margaery to find out about you from the servants and other cousins. What you liked, where you were from, what your parents are like, and so on. Maybe if she shows an interest in these things, you'll be more inclined to play with her.

(You both being children, it really doesn't take much for you to want to play with her. Margaery forgets about using her gathered facts and just has fun).

Hanging out with her means playing with allll her cousins and companions too. Huge games of chase in the gardens, elaborate and dramatic plays, big tea parties with over-dressed dolls. The consistent thing is you're always Margaery's "pick" - you sit next to her, you play the knight if she's the princess, your doll is the sister of her doll so they can't be separated. Even in competitive games, she's more likely to team up with you than play against you. There's been more than a few girls who complained of you being the favorite, which Margaery doesn't deny.

If you're the sort of girl who prefers playing swords and being outside, Margaery adapts to that. She'll drag Loras along (he'll never turn down a mock sword fight), and sometimes he sneaks training swords out of the armory. Sometimes you're the villain who steals Margaery away, and Loras is the knight getting her back. Sometimes she demands you two switch roles 'so YN can keep me this time!'. You end up close to Loras, too.

She's used to being made much of by servants and companions alike, but no praise holds as much weight as your's, except maybe her mother's. She can become quite prideful if you're always praising her virtues and admiring her. Margaery is much the same with you, and she's always been physically affectionate. She likes holding hands, doing your hair, hugging and sharing a bed (though that's usually joined by a baby cousin or two). Highgarden is positively charmed by its little Lady Tyrell and her companion.

(Lady Olenna has notes you two are remarkably close, and that could probe useful in the future. She'd invite you two to her little private parties, often posing unusual riddles and questions to you.)

Being accomodating and considerate, Margaery is easy to get along with regardless if you're more social or more introverted. Being the former makes it easier to attend parties with her, and the latter means she'll be more understanding than most if you don't want to attend the endless feasts and social gatherings. She'll miss you, but she's delighted to be the exception - you may be sick of everyone else, but you'll let her stay (quietly) while you decompress. She'd be disappointed to be sent away, though she perks right up once you want to talk again.

Margaery figures she has some kind of crush as she gets older. Her other companions talk about boys in the same way she thinks about you. Margaery isn't opposed to boys, but she finds girls just as interesting, and you're the most interesting of all. She'd be a little hurt if you were chasing after some boy cousin of her's, or picked another girl over her. It takes her some time to formulate these thoughts and feelings. She has a gut feeling these aren't things you normally think if someone is just a friend. When she hears a wonderful love song one evening - one she's heard many times before, yet just now has it struck her - she begins to understand her feelings.

As she grows older, she underatands you can't truly be with her forever and ever. ... or could you? Important married ladies still get to have handmaidens. Would it trouble you to stay at her side? Would you rather have your own husband and family? These thoughts often bother Margaery. She goes to her grandmother with her troubles, and Lady Olenna is certainly inclined to help her favorite ...

⭐️Ashara Dayne⭐️

Though the Daynes were well-liked amongst the nobility of down, House Starfall was a quiet place. Ashara was a quiet girl, content to observe her more outgoing brother and parents visit with guests. Her parents felt a female companion might do her well, and Ashara was open to the idea. She liked playing with the many noble girls when they visited Sunspear, and there wasn't much in the way of playmates in Starfall. Most of the servant's children were too young or too old, or boys, which her father forbade.

Her big, purple eyes took you in when you arrived. She was a little distant at first, wanting to observe you first, but she was never impolite or cold. Regardless if your personality was more on her wavelength or a total opposite, she's amused by your habits and interests.

Sometimes you two will play long and imaginative games, sometimes you read something together in silence. Ashara likes it when you talk about something you're very passionate about, and you can draw similar conversation out of her. While she was never a shy child, her parents are pleased she's becoming more willing to talk to others. Sometimes she just gazes at you, and when you ask her what she's thinking of, she only shrugs. "Only you." Ashara often says odd things like that.

Being friends with Ashara means you're around Arthur a lot, in spite of the age gap. He's always kind and gracious to you, very "knightly" even. Many servants think you two will be trouble later on, but Arthur just sees you as a second sister. Many times he's thanked you for being Ashara's friend, and asks you to look after her safety.

She's not very affectionate, even with her brother, but she enjoys holding your hand and brushing your hair in the evening. During loud feasts and parties, she likes to take your arm and keep close so you don't lose each other.

Going to Sunspear is already exciting, and Ashara is the one introducing you to all the Martell cousins and other children, both highborn and lowborn. The both of you quickly make a trio with Princess Elia. You're either of similar temperment to the steady girls, or you're encouraging them to run about and play more. The three of you like to go off to your own games and little world, and this bond only strengthens each time you visit.

It might be Elia who helps Ashara put words to her feelings, once she's older and seriously thinking of them. Arthur has his two cents as well; gently warning his sister that you may not be with her forever. She hates to think of that, though she knows it's true. She's content to keep these feelings to herself. It would almost be worse if you felt the same, because then you'd both have to deal with the separation. Ashara hopes you don't think ill of her for wanting to stay quiet.

Reprieve comes in the form of the newly married Elia. As the future queen, she's expected to have handmaidens, and of course she'll want her childhood friends to accompany her. Her brothers Doran and Oberyn make it clear they only trust you and Ashara, anyway. Now you can have many precious years with Ashara, and not have to worry about marriages. For a while, anyway.

☀️Arianne Martell☀️

It's like you were meant to be her dearest friend. Your father was good friends with Doran Martell, so it only seemed natural that their daughters should be each other's companions. Arianne almost can't remember you not being there. You've always been a constant in her life, and you were different from her other companions or the Sand Snakes she considered sisters.

You two are notorious in Sunspear for your mischief, wether it's Arianne dragging you into it or you're just as bad. Prince Doran takes it in stride, as it's never truly malicious, and Uncle Oberyn only encourages it. Several times Doran has scolded you girls for being so mischevious to guests you dislike. Arianne gets most of the scolding - she's the eldest, and his heir, she ought to know better ... she never turns the blame on you, just teases that you owe her for covering for you.

There's always companions and cousins to play with, but you're second to none. Arianne makes this clear with her words and actions. You're to sit by her and hold her hand and are chosen first for her games. If you're competing with another child, Arianne is rooting for you and maybe helping you cheat.

She was your first kiss, too. It's when you were playing hide and seek around the vast orchards. Arianne found you, and gave you a quick kiss rather than saying "you're it!". Later she claimed it was to confuse you so she'd have more time to run, but maybe that wasn't the whole reason. When you bring it up years later as adults, she's both embarrassed at her childishness and a bit proud.

The downside to being her favorite is the jealousy. Not from the others - that's easy to deal with - it's if you're playing with someone else, especially a girl. More than once you and Arianne have gotten into arguments because she felt ignored. The little fight only lasts a few hours before you both make up, and Arianne is better about it once she's older.

Much of the jealousy stems from her being aware of her feelings early on. She knows they aren't feelings one has for a friend. Arianne is open about how she finds you the loveliest and the best, and she loves receiving the same praise in kind, but she wonders if you have the same feelings. She isn't ashamed of them, she knows girls can feel that way about girls - but she also knows only boys and girls can marry. It gives her much to think about.

She doesn't think about it long. Once she's Princess of Dorne, you can always stay by her side! Problem solved. She pitches the idea throughout your childhood. You'll never have to worry about a thing, she'll make sure of it. You both will always have the best gowns and go to the best parties and never have to part. It'll be like a dream.

Prince Doran is more than happy you and Arianne get along so well - you end up being like another daughter to him - he does often worry about her attachment. She can't expect you to always be there, and she doesn't want to listen to any talk of you leaving. Well, he figures she might see reason once she's grown ...

#yes i had to do emojis i regret nothing lol #sansa stark x reader #margaery tyrell x reader #ashara dayne x reader #arianne martell x reader #game of thrones x reader #libra headcanons

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 2 years

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I know you don't really like ASOIAF (Game of Thrones) but that universe really suits you. If you were a Stark daughter, one of the "protagonists", what would you do?

I wouldn't say I don't like it; I just think it has some severe flaws and is not worthy of the worship people give it. For me, there are better fantasy series and televisions shows.

But back to your question.

Jesus Christ, I have no idea.

Why Not?

I'm a woman in Westeros. The likelihood of my being raped or sexually assaulted is very close to 100%. I have no legitimate power, no avenues of obtaining power, and I am among several daughters of the Stark family already.

I have no influence and no one is going to listen to me.

There isn't a chance in hell I can covertly influence Ned, and even if I did it's not much help when Little Finger (a much smarter and savvier individual who's been planning this for a very long time) is set against our family. If I tried to warn him not to tell Circe, Little Finger would still find a way to remove him from the playing board.

I can maybe warn Bran not to go climbing around the castle when the Royal Family's there, thus preventing him witnessing Jaime and Cercie, thus preventing his being crippled. Which is good for Bran, but might prevent him from developing the Shining which may or may not be critical later and lead to some of the family's survival.

There's little to no chance I would not be taken to King's Landing with the other daughters. I can try whining, and that might work, but the fact of the matter is I have more prospects down there and Ned Stark has three daughters he's going to have to marry off to someone. Sansa's stuck with Joffrey (and can't warn about that either, not with him as the crown prince, and trying to negotiate for the younger brother would too likely be seen as insult then off with all of our heads) but Arya and now me were likely slated to be married to some other noble family down south.

That's what you do with daughters in Westeros.

I can't even get Catlyn to treat Jon Snow better as my conspiracy theories that he's actually Lyanna's son would not be looked well on.

So, What Do You Do?

Prepare to leave King's Landing in secret as soon as we arrive. I can't pay for information, too likely to get back to ears that would spell my death. But I have to surreptitiously pack things, keep an eye on my exits, and pray I can get out when the guard comes.

I can try to keep an eye on Arya and see that she gets out with me, Sansa as well, but it's unlikely Sansa will be able to get out. She'd be too reluctant, too confused by what's happening, which is why she didn't get out the first time.

If I get out, if I get out with Arya, then the pair of us try to survive and I likely try and fail to talk Arya out of the path for vengeance. It's unlikely I can get a message to Robb in time to avoid the Red Wedding, or that he would listen given that part of the issue was that he went ahead with the wedding he knew he shouldn't despite being warned against it.

#a song of ice and fire #a song of ice and fire meta #a song of ice and fire headcanon #the starks #meta #headcanon #opinion

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fandomficsnstuff · 1 month

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Wolves and Hounds-3

(Warnings: Some blood and a tiny tiny hint at angst before more fluff. Also sorry it's so short<3)

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His eyes would wander to her every now and then, how bored she looked, her gray eyes dull as she barely paid attention to… well… anything. The jousting had yet to begin and she already looked bored. “Karliah!” Robert called suddenly, the woman turning to look over her shoulder before getting up without question, joining the drunk king without another thought after his wife had left “what in Seven Hells are you looking so bored for? The jousting will begin soon!” he asked with a burp that she didn’t even seem to care for “you know why” she muttered bitterly, Robert laughing, slapping his big wine belly as he did “I can’t have you fight them! There’s not enough gold dragons in the world to pay all the bets I’d win on that one!” he shouted loudly with joy, Karliah briefly looking around with a big blush on her cheeks, obviously feeling embarrassed since everyone turned to look at their exchange, but Robert just continued to laugh. “You’d knock them all off their fancy horses!! They’d never be able to walk again!” Robert continued bursting with laughter, Karliah forcing a smile to stay polite “thank you, Your Grace-”

“Get her a horse and some armor!! I’m sure there’s some pitiful squire’s armor you can wear. Come on!!! Before I die of old age!! Get the lady a horse and some armor!!” he stood up and roared, Karliah’s cheeks almost beet red as she shook her head “thank you, Your Grace, it makes me proud and happy that you have such confidence in me, should I joust, but I’m afraid I can’t joust-”

“Why not?! Afraid of embarrassing everyone else?” Robert asked with utter amusement and Karliah forced a smile “it’d be a shame to knock so many knights and lords off their horses and bruise their egos. Let the realm believe I cannot joust, for their ego” she whispered, Robert staring at her before laughing loudly, nodding as he could barely get his words out of his mouth “yer just like Lyanna! As clever as they come! Alright then!” he decided and Karliah smiled. She quickly turned around and walked back to her seat behind Sansa, Arya and their septa, just as a squire hurriedly approached with a horse. “Your Grace! The armor is in-”

“What in the Seven Hells are you doing?!”

“I-... you asked-”

“And now I’m asking you to leave! Get outta here so the jousting can finally begin!” he yelled loudly, the poor boy hurrying away with the horse as the jousting games began. As a man sat down next to Sansa, Karliah frowned, listening as he talked to her, listening to his every word and she forced a smile as she jumped in “Littlefinger, was it?” she asked, the man turning around to look at her, smiling politely as he nodded “yes-”

“But your name is actually Petyr Baelish, correct?”

“Yes, Lady Stark-”

“You grew up with Catlyn. Sansa is the spitting image of her mother, isn’t she? A northern beauty” she complimented with a warm smile, Sansa smiling with red cheeks, always enjoying the compliments and praise she’d get for her beauty and femininity “she is, she looks just like her mother when she was her age” Petyr said with a fond look in his eyes when he looked at Sansa, Karliah nodding “and have you heard? She’s promised to the prince himself” Karliah added, Petyr turning to look at her, his entire demeanor changing at the look in Karliah’s eyes. The warning. Telling him that he was far too familiar with her niece for her liking. “I can only imagine the pair they’ll make” was his response and Karliah nodded, forcing a polite smile “indeed” she stated, leaning a little closer “I am giving you one warning as a courtesy, Lord Baelish; I love both of my nieces very dearly. Do you understand?” she whispered so only Petyr could hear, waiting for him to nod with understanding before leaning back in her seat, a small victorious smirk on her lips when he finally did nod. Karliah’s eyes widened a little as the tall suit of black armor rode closer, her heart racing a little as she frowned, unaware that the Hound himself watched the way her chest seemed to rise and fall a little heavier, a look of shock disguised as intriguing on her face as she studied him. He truly was as tall as a mountain. She doubted his apparent size was due to the armor; it must have fitted him like a glove, unlike the shiny little squire on his white horse next to the Mountain. He’d run him through. There was no doubt about it. No Gods, old or new, could save that poor boy from the Mountain once he’d take his lance.

The first clash. The knight survived, both of them being offered new lances and then came the second one. The second clash. Sansa screamed as the knight fell from his horse, wood impaled in his throat as he drowned on his own blood as it spurted out all over him and his shiny armor that was obviously new. Karliah flinched at the clash and put a hand on both of her nieces’ shoulders out of instinct, Arya turning to look up at her and Karliah sighed as she wrapped an arm around the youngest of her nieces with a worried frown. Her gaze turned to the septa, both of them with worry as Karliah looked back at a shocked, wide-eyed Arya. “Do you want to leave, Arry?” Karliah asked in a whisper, gaining the young girl’s attention who looked up at her, eyes still as wide as the wheels on a wagon, she shook her head a little and Karliah sighed, the two of them unaware of Petyr who spoke in a hushed voice to Sansa. “You don’t have to stay. If you’re afraid of what people will think, I will lie. I can come up with an excuse” Karliah promised but Arya shook her head again, finally finding her words “I’m okay…” she muttered, Karliah looking at the septa and she nodded. Karliah looked back at Sansa just as Petyr leaned away from her, Karliah placing a hand on Sansa’s shoulder, gaining the girl’s attention. “Sansa?”

“I’m fine, Aunt Karliah, thank you” she spoke in a meek voice and Karliah sighed softly, reaching forward and gently cupping her cheek before nodding, leaning back in her seat, sighing heavily. As she felt someone’s gaze linger, she turned her head, finding the Hound staring at her but instead of looking away, as her oldest niece often did, she gave him a smile. A rare, one-sided smile, her eyes locked with his until he looked away first, Karliah smirking a little, her stomach fluttering with an unfamiliar feeling in her gut.

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Karliah was silent as she sat in the gardens, eyes closed, face turned to the sky as she had a small frown on her face. So much was happening, yet nothing was happening at the same time. She’d already been to the Godswood, twice, praying. She wasn’t entirely sure if the Gods existed, old or new, but there had to be something. Something more out in the world, there had to be. So she prayed, though her prayers were really more a front, allowing her to spend some time to herself without a Stark or Lannister guard breathing down her neck, without her brother’s worry rubbing off on her, and, as selfish as that may have been, without the banter of her nieces and by the Gods, those two could fight for hours if they’d be allowed to, each trying to get the last word, the two girls worlds apart and different, yet she adored them all the same. They were her life. All of her nieces and nephews were. She’d already accepted that marriage and children were not in her cards, so she doted on her brother’s children, each and every one of them… and her sister’s… her only sister’s only child.

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“I’m telling you, it’s awful! There’s all the laces and they’re all on your back and then there’s the shoes!! I have no idea how Cat does it! Or Sansa for that matter!”

“What ‘bout Arya?”

“Her? In heels? You must’ve eaten something that wasn’t quite right, Your Grace” Karliah joked before sipping her wine, amusement clear in her voice as Robert laughed. Robert had always been… different towards her. She was Lyanna’s baby sister, and he loved her as such, furthermore, unlike her brother, she could be chatty, after a few drinks, especially around her family and Robert was part of that family. And she had no filter with him. She’d even met his daughter in the Vale, once, and briefly while visiting Ned while he was fostered by Jon Arryn with Robert. Robert had talked about women, sex, battle, killing, shit, piss, blood and all manner of other things that a highborn lady shouldn’t be discussing, and he was overjoyed when she laughed, when she was showing him her wit with a clever comment or joke, proving the sturdy, unmovable, unfazed North blood in her veins, chilling her, making her unfazed by just about everything he’d brought up. Though he did joke a little too much about that time that a squire made her blush… and in front of the poor boy, making her furious and she’d dumped an entire flagon of wine over his head before storming off. He never apologized but the next day she seemed to have gotten past it faster than him, and the poor squire. “Seven Hells, where have all the years gone by, Kal?” he asked suddenly with a much dimmer tone compared to the cheerful one only a few moments ago. “Down your gullet, by the looks of it” she joked and he cracked a wheezing laugh at her joke, his cheeks red and flushed from wine and laughter before he settled back down again “you’re a soothing balm for the company of your brother” he admitted as he drank his wine, Karliah chuckling lightly “he’s not called the Quiet Wolf for nothing” she stated with a shrug, finishing off the last of her wine, which Robert of course noticed. “Boy!! Make yourself useful and fill Lady Stark’s cup already!”

“No, thank you, Your Grace, I’ve had quite enough” she quickly admitted, placing a hand over the top of her glass to prevent anything from going in as she stood up, putting the glass back down on the table. “Ah, ya prude!” Robert called as his own glass was filled, Karliah chuckling instead of taking it as an insult “and by the sound of it, you’ve had enough as well, but I know better than to stand between you and wine” she teased, curtseying before leaving, faintly hearing Robert shout at the poor boy when he realized the wine jug was empty.

#game of thrones #got #Wolves and Hounds #Sandor x OC #Sandor Clegane #Sandor x Karliah #OC #Karliah Stark #Game of Thrones fic #GoT fanfic

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thebeesareback · 7 months

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I think it's very funny that in Game of Thrones Catlyn gets a coded letter from Lysa, because you might assume it's in some kind of Westerosi Pig Latin, but if you've ever spoken to teenage girls you'll know that they just use ridiculous nicknames and weird references. There's a chance what the note actually said was:

"Goldilocks Cece and Uncle Blackfish's fanboy mothered Old J, stay Frey" instead of "Queen Cersei and Jamie killed Jon Arryn, be cautious"

#game of thrones #asoif/got #a song of ice and fire #george rr martin #grrm #grr martin #catlyn #catlyn tully #lysa tully #jon arryn #ned stark #robert baratheon #a storm of swords #a clash of kings #a feast for crows #a dance with dragons

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liesmyth · 1 year

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So, um, you got any Jon Catlyn fics to reccomend? For a friend

This ask made me sort through the Jon Snow tag to find the ones I remember reading, and I was SO brave for this. That tag is a minefield of wish-fulfilment dudefic and harem tropes and Emperor Johaerys Starkgaryen The Greatest timetravel epics abandoned after 4 chapters. It's such a struggle to be a Jon stan and actually like female characters. Anyway!

Billions of Years in Anonymous Matter, 15k, rated E, affair AU. MESSED UP! (Positive) "Am I good, my lady? Am I as good as my father? Does he make you moan when he does this for you? If I kiss you well, will it be enough? Will you love me like my brothers and sisters, like your husband?"

born of winter 22k, rated T. Winterfell is taken and the Starks go to the Wall for help. Catelyn and Jon reunion AU.

(FAVE of the bunch! I HIGHKEY recommend all of this author's catelyn-centric AUs! THEY GET HER)

haunted, 2k, rated M. Lord Commander Snow visits Winterfell.

tell me what to swallow, 1k, rated E. Pre-canon affair AU, show verse.

wolfmother, 1k, rated M. Catelyn survives the RW and escapes to the wall

#anonymous #ask #fic recs #asoiaf #catelyn x jon #asoiaf fic

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stxrfclls · 10 months

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character updates below the cut.

𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 .

remains in sunspear with his wife, sharra martell, and son, oberyn sand ( plus aaliyah mormont and darnell arryn ). eventually they chose to travel around parts of dorne, but do not stray out of the kingdom. happily shows off his home to his wife before returning home to soak up as much time with she and oberyn before they are forced to visit highgarden.

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 .

returns home to winterfell with her family where she dives into preparing things for lyanna and sunwoo's wedding. attends that, as well as the wedding of cailin mallister and helaena florent, has a short visit with their cousins, house tully, in riverrun afterwards. she then returns to winterfell before leaving once more to visit some of the northern vassal houses with her knights, including sebastian manderly. they visit white harbor first so bash can see his family, including alistair manderly. after a few weeks of this they return to winterfell shortly before the travel to highgarden.

𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 .

travels back to winterfell to settle for a moment before returning to the rills where he also again sees his sibling, vika ryswell. he helps pack and move his children permanently to winterfell. attends the weddings of lyanna stark and sunwoo lannister, as well as cailin mallister and helaena florent. visits the dreadfort at the request of harrion. in his remaining days in winterfell , ced posed the question to harry of legitimization , thus naming his youngest child catlyn a lady ryswell as well.

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐉𝐎𝐘 .

spends his time in pyke with his family, travels with kaelys to suss out suitors, spends time with his daughter, alissa, as well as enjoys a visit from gisele with their twins, roryn and loren.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 .

returns to sky reach to bury her sister. remains there with family for a time before returning to sunspear. spends time there with the martells before going to visit calla tarth for a short period. then returns back home to be with her family once more.

𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍 .

returns to winterfell and busies herself with work. spends time with the starks, helps prepare for lyanna and sunwoo's wedding that she attends. also attends the wedding of cailin mallister and helaena florent before visiting her family briefly. returns to winterfell where she remains the remainder of the skip.

𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 .

returns to bury her second brother in highgarden. spends her time in there with her siblings, saadet, ferah and cemal. writes melina hightower often.

𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓 .

travels to winterfell with the starks, and eventually greets his betrothed, katerina blacktyde, accompanied by maery greyjoy. brings kat to visit his family on bear island, where he sees his sister, aaliyah mormont, before returning to winterfell. spends much of the time with kat and the starks.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 .

visits king's landing for some time and spends it with willas marbrand and his family that are there ( sans aedar ). makes a short visit to the driftmark to see corlys velaryon before he travels back to summerhall to spend more time with his son, daeron. spends much of his time reading if he's not with his son or being visited by family at summerhall.

𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 .

myranda heads straight to essos thanks to aeron greyjoy, spending a majority of her time in volantis but also visiting other free cities. has a short fling with another pirate while there. writes her family often, including brother, soren snow, spends her time with her friends and suedo family in volantis.

𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 .

returns home with her family before being sent to king's landing by her father to be with her betrothed, willas marbrand. her older sibling comes as chaperone. writes aranya baratheon and serena karstark often while avoiding her betrothed and spending her days in the great libraries of the red keep. eventually is allowed to go home when willas ventures to visit his friend, calla.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇 .

returns to the eyrie with the arryns and helps everyone settle in. eventually is visited by his niece, visera waters. shows her the eyrie and then takes her to the clan redsmith lands with osric arryn in tow. after their visit ends, he returns to the eyrie to continue his duties to the arryns.

𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐍𝐄 .

spends his days in sunspear rearranging the guards, assigning those he trusts to watch over ryon, nym and their siblings. makes short visits to starfall and yronwood to see his family and myriah yronwood respectively. much of his time is then spent training his guards, assessing their loyalty, and pining after his princess. nearly visits king's landing several times but is unable to get away from sunspear towards the end of the skip.

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Request for Anonymous GIf source: Robb / My Queen

Imagine being Joffrey's twin sister and in an arranged marriage with Robb and pregnant. And after a rough patch where he was cold and mistrustful of you after Ned's death, he begins to fall for you and seeks to make amends with you.

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It hadn’t always been easy. Being who you were your name alone made you hated by these people almost from the start. Robb had not always been so distant though, some would say he was even gentle, caring to a wife he had never met until his wedding day. Then his father was killed. Killed by your blood which led to this war that you were now all engrossed in. Led to Robb, Catlyn, and the people of the north to hate you for your brother and your name. You had done everything you could, work with the injured and dying after the battles, collect herbs for the wounded and sick, clean clothes, anything the people of the north needed. You had been a good wife and a good woman, but still the people saw their chose King be indifferent and so they chose to do the same ad worse.

You had thought things had been improving with all you had done but at a dinner in one of the few great halls that remained standing after the battle you could hear the men and women make cruel and even threatening remarks about your person. You looked to Robb and you knew he heard them to when he looked at his men to silence them. When he looked at you though he still seemed cold. You looked down at your ever growing belly and couldn’t fight the tears that came. You left the hall then and returned to you warm tent that had been set up for you and Robb nearby. You had just started to undress when you felt heard the tent flap open and close behind you. You turned holding your open dress to your chest and faced Robb. He looked sad as he approached you and you knew what was coming. He was going to leave you, make it so he can marry another and leave you and your child to the wolves.

Instead he gently took you in his arms in a strong warm hug that just made the tears fall harder. You had missed his touch more than you had thought as you gripped him back, not caring as your dress fell. “This is my fought.” He said as he rubbed your back and then moved to have you both sit on the bed you shared. He pulled back and ran his hand along your cheeks to wipe away your tears. “I’m so sorry. I should have never…this was never your fault (Y/N), its mine.” You tried to give him a small smile but the pain over the last few months was still too fresh in your mind and you looked down instead. “Look at me,” he whispered and cupped your face gently. You looked into those blue eyes that had made you feel safe for so long until recently. “I swear to you on my name as a Stark that I will make this up to you. You are my queen, and I…I love you (Y/N), and if you had ever had cause to doubt us, here, you never will again. I swear it.”

As the words left his mouth the tears cam again but this time from the pressure in your chest finally releasing as he gave you the first kiss you tow had shared in moths.

#robb stark imagine #game of thrones imagine #tw: pregnancy #tw: abuse #My Imagines #gifs not mine

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