#ft: olenna tyrell

[west1rosi]

The   North   is   strange.   Cold   and   even   stranger   traditions.   Noble,   of   course   and   the   thought   of   marrying   her   grandchildren   to   the   Starks   was   an   idea   once   executed,   thinking   perhaps   Willas   or   Loras   would   marry   Sansa.   The   idea   never   came   to   pass   and   she   will   have   to   settle   with   this.   A   bastard   is   still   a   fine   bastard,   and   he   is   the   King   in   the   North   now.   Olenna   is   not   blind   to   the   way   her   granddaughter   glows   around   the   northern   man   and   seems   to   lose   some   of   the   composure   she   trained   her   since   birth.   An   act,   perhaps,   and   if   it   is,   a   very   good   one.   Glass   of   wine   rises   to   her   lips   once   Margaery   moves   to   her   side.

  "Ah,   I   was   beginning   to   wonder   when   you   would   show   up.   I   know   I   can't   dance   like   these   northern   men   but   I   can   assure   you,   I'm   still   alive,   child.   I   need   attention.   Especially   from   my   youngest   grandchild."   Without   including   Desmera.   But   the   girl   was   still   in   the   Reach   and   she   had   always   been   focused   on   Mance   and   his   children   anyways.   The   old   rose   settles   in   her   seat,   scanning   the   room.   "Not   a   bad   place   to   settle,   I   suppose.   If   you   want   to   freeze   to   death." @dcviline

[myrc3lla-a]

"I'm   queen   now,   mother.   Why   aren't   you   pleased?"   The   words   are   a   little   bitter.   She   had   been   a   little   girl   when   she   was   send   to   Dorne   and   she   returns   now   a   woman.   Rumors   say   it   was   her   mother's   doing   to   have   Trystane   murdered,   and   so   many   more   things.   With   her   mother's   reputation,   could   she   really   defend   her?   As   queen,   there   is   a   weight   on   her   head   now.   "The   realm   had   enough   of   this   madness,   mother.   Blowing   down   the   Sept?   That   was   declaring   war   on   the   Tyrells   that   remain."   Willas   Tyrell   was   promised   once   to   Arianne   and   she   had   thought   already   to   send   her   friend   to   the   man,   hoping   that   an   alliance   would   heal   the   wounds,   but   she   knows   there   is   a   small   chance   of   that.  

This   level   of   madness,   reminds   her   of   what   was   done   to   Robb   Stark   and   his   family   at   the   Red   Wedding.   Would   you   and the grandsire   planned   for   that   if   it   had   been   me   wed   to   Robb?   She   wonders   to   herself.   Myrcella   had   been   told   she   looked   like   her   mother   plenty   of   times   but   the   mother   she   remembers   had   gentle   features   and   an   almost   sad   yet   hiding   smile.   There   is   nothing   of   that   in   the   woman   before   her,   but   she   keeps   herself   composed.   "Lady   Olenna   is   to   arrive   soon   and   I'll   speak   with   her.   But   I   except   she   will   demand   justice." @dcviline ft. cersei.

[ofmargaery]

For as long as she could remember she had been aware of the real family business. Of just how the empire that her grandmother created worked. She was no stranger to the way that their world worked. To the crimes committed nor what it took to stay on top and constantly ahead of the competition. But for all she was far from naive to the realities of what they did, she had never expected that she would have to see her mother the way that she did. It had left her shaken but she still kept an air of calm around herself as best she could as she searched for the rest of her family after being seen to. Head was held somewhat high as she moved through the crowds, determined to give no one the satisfaction of seeing her crumble, despite the tear tracks she knew had been left on her features after her conversation with her father.

At the sight of her grandmother a weak smile touched her lips, hand reaching out for her as she closed the distance between them. “I’m glad you’re okay.” An understatement when she wasn’t sure that she could have beared two losses in one evening and maintained the illusion of togetherness she was currently projecting. “What do we do now?” Usually she might have had a suggestion, a plan already forming in her quick mind but instead her focus was simply on retribution and the gentle fury burning in her doe eyes told as much.

@rosenthrns​

[oftybolt]

To some barricading themselves in might have seemed like the easy way out or perhaps even the coward’s answer to the situation that they had found themselves in. But to him it had seemed like the only logical option. He was no slouch when it came to violence, he’d earned his place as consigliere through his hard work in the ranks as much as through his strategy and charm. The hours had been put in and the crimes committed but even with his confidence in his own skill, he had no knowledge of anyone else’s in the room. Even someone with considerable prowess wouldn’t have been able to fight for four against any assailants and so their chances were infinitely better if they simply avoided conflict altogether. He’d make himself useful in the aftermath and personally ensure that whoever was responsible was held accountable. ( his pride was still smarting at the knowledge that Lannister men had been used without his knowledge )

His eyes had adjusted to the dark but even then there was no light to be found when they were underground. So instead his lighter was pulled out once more to showcase their handiwork and point out the seats that he’d left as part of the blockade but the seat still visible. “With any luck that should hold for as long as we need it to. I did leave some chairs free if anyone wants to take the weight off their feet.” They could be there a while.

@rosenthrns​

[bestofthem]

[before Loras arrived as a squire in Storm’s End, Renly promised himself that he is going to like the kid and his family, just so he could spite his brothers, whom at that point they had both fucked off to their respectable positions. His plan was to treat Loras as he would treat any other squire, which was never like an actual lord&squire interaction to be honest, but rather an equals kind of thing, and he would speak of Loras and the Tyrells highly to his brothers, even though part of him held some resentment for Mace because of, well, the starvation. He still dislikes that man, but he loves everyone else, and now he speaks highly of them because he means it.]

[hilarychuff]

the parent trap in my asoiaf au graphic series

When teenagers Sansa Tully and Arya Stark meet at summer camp in the Reach, they butt heads right off the bat. After one too many pranks sees them trapped together in the isolation cabin, they realize they’re more alike than they thought — and they just might be sisters. Over the next year, the two girls keep in touch, but instead of heading back to Camp Highgarden the next summer, they convince their parents to let them visit their pen pals instead. 

After a flight to Napa, Arya introduces "Alayne” to her big brother Robb and dad Ned — and when “Nan” makes the trip to London, she gets a chance to meet Sansa’s baby brother Bran, mom Catelyn, and great-uncle Brynden. Deciding that it’s not fair to keep their family apart (and that Ned and Cat would still be perfect together no matter what happened in the past), they devise a plan to scare off their dad’s new girlfriend and get their parents back together. And if that gives Sansa another opportunity to flirt with her sister’s cute foster brother Jon, well, that’s just icing on the cake. 

ft. supporting cast old nan as chessy, maester luwin as martin, cersei as meredith blake, and margaery and olenna tyrell as the marvas

[dreamy-slytherin]

I’ll admit you had me until you mentioned her Majesty the Queen of sass Olenna BDE. Robbe has no BDE. He has negative BDE, he has BCE: Big Cutie Energy. Hdjsjd. But imagine him being babie while Olenna is trying to teach him her ways “no... don’t smile like that, Robbe, you’re going for ‘I-bath-in-the-tears-of-my-enemies not please-can-I-babysit-your-5-year-old... look at Margery she’s got it!...”. But other than the BDE I now fully headcanon Targaryen Sander and Tyrell Robbe (ft Baratheon Jens)

That's the weird thing about Robbe. Ofc he has BCE but he also has BDE. Remember how he talked to Luca and Yasmina about Aarons bad reaction to the outing IN FRONT OF AARON??? There were so many moments during s3 that made me think: that guy has some balls. I think it's maybe partly Willem shining through. But idk

WHATEVER I convinced you with Tyrell and that's all that matters. Little Robbe Tyrell🌻💛

And also BARATHEON JENS GIVES ME LIFE

[reignof-fyre]

I have been inspired to write a Game of Thrones, the Women are Badass and Take No Shit From Men Fanfic starring Sansa Stark, Arya Stark, Daenerys Targaryen, Margery Tyrell, Olenna Tyrell, Lyanna Mormont, Ellaria Sand & the Sand Snakes ft. The men who worship the ground they walk upon. Sound good?

[ao3feed-gendrya]

you cant carry it if you want to survive

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WDVBny

by galaxial_aesthetic

kairos καιρός (n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words or movement.

An unshakable Mountain falls at the feet of a triumphant Red Viper, No One reunites with an Unchained Wolf and rebuilds her pack with a Storm King, and the past catches up with a Crow.

All the while, the winds of winter approach and men and women alike realise this enemy casts a far larger shadow than whoever is on top in their game of thrones.

  Or.

 The Dorne and Northern Revolution (ft. The War For Spring, a second Dance with the Dragons, gratuitous amounts of self-indulgence, and a big old AU.)

Words: 3569, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: Oberyn Martell, Elia Martell, Doran Martell, Ellaria Sand, Arianne Martell, Quentyn Martell, Trystane Martell, Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand, Loreza Sand, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Rickon Stark, Bran Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Mace Tyrell, Olenna Tyrell, Willas Tyrell, Stannis Baratheon, Selyse Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon VI Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Walder Frey, Roslin Frey, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, Mya Stone, Gendry Waters, Petyr Baelish, Alayne Stone, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Qyburn, Melisandre of Asshai, Davos Seaworth, Jon Connington, Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne, Asha Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Meera Reed, Jojen Reed

Relationships: Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn/Alayne Stone, Harrold Hardyng/Alayne Stone, Beric Dondarrion/Thoros of Myr, Melisandre of Asshai/Stannis Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, What-If, northern independence, Dorne Independence, Spongebob Voice: The Gang's All Here, Slow Build, Slow Burn, The Legacy of Elia Martell, POV Multiple, Women Being Awesome, Canon-Typical Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Flashbacks, The Faceless Men, The House of Black and White, Politics, Wildling Culture & Customs, Dornish Culture & Customs, Northern Culture & Customs, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Polyamory, Self-Indulgent, Surprise Pairings, Jon Snow is Not Called Aegon, Oberyn Martell is here to annoy the Lannisters and drink Dornish wine, and he's all out of wine, D&D made me Boo Boo The Fool so I'm redeeming my ass, Mix of book and show elements

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2WDVBny

[ofmargaery]

With most of her time having been spent with those outside of her family or even Tyrell loyalty, the brunette finally allowed herself a moment to spend with those she loved the most. It was their matriarch that she saw first - the woman that she had spent almost every day of her life trying to make proud. An offering of scotch was made as she greeted the elder woman, smile instantly taking its place on rosy lips. “Grandmother.” There was a warmth in her tone reserved solely for her family. A subtle difference when she tried to greet everyone kindly but to a keen eye there was no denying the sparks of joy in doe eyes or the added brightness on her features. “It’s quite a lovely event.” She meant it really, even if the venue did seem somewhat foreboding it was undeniably striking and she had no complaints with what had been offered to them all.

Small sip was taken of her own glass, filled with bubbling champagne, gaze drifting over the room as she spoke softly. Just clear enough to be heard but not enough to be overheard. “I keep waiting for another surprise.” It was a suspicious she wouldn’t have confessed to anyone else, perhaps not even her brothers. But for all she had been full of sweet smiles and honeyed words, it seemed obvious to her that it was perhaps too good to be true. “It seems strange that they chose to use their meeting for this.”

@rosenthrns

[ao3feed-tywin]

you cant carry it if you want to survive

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2F9bmwX

by galaxial_aesthetic

kairos καιρός (n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words or movement.

An unshakable Mountain falls at the feet of a triumphant Red Viper, No One reunites with an Unchained Wolf and rebuilds her pack with a Storm King, and the past catches up with a Crow.

All the while, the winds of winter approach and men and women alike realise this enemy casts a far larger shadow than whoever is on top in their game of thrones.

  Or.

 The Dorne and Northern Revolution (ft. The War For Spring, a second Dance with the Dragons, gratuitous amounts of self-indulgence, and a big old AU.)

Words: 3569, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: Oberyn Martell, Elia Martell, Doran Martell, Ellaria Sand, Arianne Martell, Quentyn Martell, Trystane Martell, Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand, Loreza Sand, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Rickon Stark, Bran Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Mace Tyrell, Olenna Tyrell, Willas Tyrell, Stannis Baratheon, Selyse Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon VI Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Walder Frey, Roslin Frey, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, Mya Stone, Gendry Waters, Petyr Baelish, Alayne Stone, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Qyburn, Melisandre of Asshai, Davos Seaworth, Jon Connington, Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne, Asha Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Meera Reed, Jojen Reed

Relationships: Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn/Alayne Stone, Harrold Hardyng/Alayne Stone, Beric Dondarrion/Thoros of Myr, Melisandre of Asshai/Stannis Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, What-If, northern independence, Dorne Independence, Spongebob Voice: The Gang's All Here, Slow Build, Slow Burn, The Legacy of Elia Martell, POV Multiple, Women Being Awesome, Canon-Typical Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Flashbacks, The Faceless Men, The House of Black and White, Politics, Wildling Culture & Customs, Dornish Culture & Customs, Northern Culture & Customs, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Polyamory, Self-Indulgent, Surprise Pairings, Jon Snow is Not Called Aegon, Oberyn Martell is here to annoy the Lannisters and drink Dornish wine, and he's all out of wine, D&D made me Boo Boo The Fool so I'm redeeming my ass, Mix of book and show elements

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2F9bmwX

[bestofthem]

(Mini HC: Renly is low-key scared of Olenna. If you don’t know him, you will probably not be able to tell, but he does stand and act differently around her. He might stutter lightly or clear his throat or rub the back of his neck. He definitely can’t say no to her or can he be sassy like he is with…everyone else. He will let out a very shaky breath once she is gone)

[thornedmargaery-blog]

“You can think of it like a game.”  “A game? The Harvest Moon celebration?” The thirteen year old echoed, her brows raised delicately as she looked over at her Grandmother. Margaery bit into a wedge of fireplum, and hummed as Olenna nodded in response. “Will there be a prize, if I win? And how do I win?”  “Your prize will be the knowledge that you’ve shown me you’re learning something,” the old woman replied bluntly as she cast a suspicious glare at the jug of rosewater that had been set out for the Tyrell matriarch and her granddaughter, “all you need do is pick a boy you’d like to dance with, and have a dance with him.”  “Oh,” Margaery had responded simply, and chewed thoughtfully. She doubted Olenna cared much what level of dancing skill her granddaughter had attained--Margaery was graceful in everything she did--and so she surmised quickly that it was the fact that she’d be picking the boy. “Just one, the whole evening long? And I should let the rest of the evening go on as usual?” Dancing with the boys her lord father pushed her in the direction of, that was--or dancing with the boys who were bold enough to come forward and ask. “Just one,” Olenna confirmed with a nod. “We’ll see how well you have learned, little rose.” Margaery smiled at the idea of a challenge, and nodded her head. “I’ll find out who we are expecting to arrive,” the young highborn commented, “besides the usual host of Reachmen.” “Do not dismiss the usual host of Reachmen,” Olenna tutted as she pointed one of her gaunt and thin fingers at Margaery. “There is sound, promised loyalty in that usual host. Outside of that, there are snake pits pretending to be bloody godswoods.”

Margaery knew very well why her Grandmother said what she did. If Margaery was to be a proper protégé–and she did want to be, desperately–she would have to soothe the ambition her father had passed onto her for favor of using her wits. The two traits could work together, certainly, but there were times when over-ambition could cloud good judgement. Mace promised his little rose so often that she would be Queen one day, and had done so for as long as the maiden could remember. That promise had become like a little voice in her head, teasing and coaxing her with a want that had taken root deep inside of her: Queen Margaery, Queen Margaery, Queen Margaery, Queen Margaery, Queen Margaery... Olenna wanted to teach her that it was not always the obvious choice that proved wisest. It was not always the Prince and heir apparent–though it would be so sweet if it were–nor was it always the boldest or handsomest one in the room that one could benefit from. It was a difficult lesson to learn for a girl raised in the heart of Westerosi courtly manner, who had been surrounded her whole life long by gallant knights and chivalrous lords. But it was a necessary lesson, and one she would need to learn soon and learn well. For all Mace’s promises of Queen Margaery, Olenna did wield a firm hand in the affairs of House Tyrell, and she was decidedly, unabashedly against undue involvement with the Lannisters; even if that meant searching for marriages outside of the Baratheon dynasty. Margaery was wont to be in agreement with Olenna’s judgement, but she had difficulty ripping herself away fully from the fantasy of queenship. Still, for the purpose of showing the effort was being made, she intended to try. The night of the Harvest Moon celebration came, and throughout the early hours of it Margaery watched the room with a keen eye. Her observations did not betray her, and she remained lively and pleasant--but she watched all the same, watched and searched for the boy that’d cause for her to win the game. The celebration was a masquerade, but the costumes and masks did little to hide identities; most costumes were traditionally a dramatization of house sigils, and those who chose garbs that did not clearly dictate their origins affixed pins of bronze, silver and gold that clearly labeled them. The Tyrells as a whole occupied the high table, and so Margaery’s identity was clear at the outset, never-mind the green-and-gold wears that she’d chosen. Even so, when she did finally locate the boy who would champion her, it was neither the colors he wore nor the pins he attached that told her his identity, but the sheer size of him. The boy was large and round, and trying desperately to be neither as he struggled to hide from a group of highborn boys who continued to visit the table he sat at with plated desserts to offer him accompanied by taunting oinks. She’d watched the interaction, curious and pitying for a moment, before she’d risen up from the seat she’d occupied beside Olenna and walked purposefully towards the scene. At her back, Margaery could feel her Grandmother’s eyes burning holes into her back. It caused her to walk straighter. It did not leave a tingling of nerves in her chest, but rather a buzz of excitement in her gut. Margaery was confident in the choice she’d made, and eager to display the fruits of Olenna’s tutelage. She strode easily through the group of boys, and turned her gaze onto the heir to Horn Hill with a bright and friendly gaze. “My lord father says I am allowed to choose who I’d like next to dance with,” she lied easily, and pointedly ignored the boys that’d lingered by, “and I would like very much to dance with you, my lord, if it would please you.” Samwell Tarly was silent as he looked up at her, and Margaery thought that surely he assumed she had come over to taunt him too--but she remained steadfast in the smile she offered, and exuded a warm genuineness. It was Margaery’s greatest talent to make each person she spoke to feel as though they were the most interesting and therefore the most deserving of her undivided attention, and that talent was well-reflected as she paid heed to no one but him. After a moment, he relented with a mumbling “yes, my lady, it would,” and the two were off to the floor. For Margaery’s part, she did well to ignore entirely the fact that the hand that’d reached out to take her own shook whilst being warm and moist with nervousness, nor did she comment as he looked not at her but dutifully at his feet as they moved--a choice which caused him in his anxiousness to misstep and step on one of her own feet. She was proud of herself, truly, when she swallowed down any noise of pain. 

“It’s because you’re so focused on your feet,” Margaery whispered to him, and a gentle laugh followed. It was not the harsh taunting snickers he’d been the victim of earlier, but a light and warm noise that encouraged him to laugh too. “Look at me,” she advised in a honey rich tone, and moved her hand from his shoulder to his chin in an effort to coax his gaze upwards. “I won’t bite.” When he did look back up, she smiled widely, and brought her hand back to his shoulder. “It’s not so hard, see? Keep on looking right at me. You’re doing wonderfully! You’re really a very graceful dancer, my lord.”  When the dance came to a close, Margaery parted from a Samwell Tarly who seemed to stand a bit taller. “Thank you for the dance,” she chirped sweetly. “I would ask for another, but I think I should go back and see after Grandmother--check to see if she’s not fallen asleep in her chair.”

“Samwell Tarly,” Olenna greeted her with as Margaery rejoined her at the table--her tone seemed as though she’d been tasting the words, and found them too sour for her liking. But then again, Margaery found that her Grandmother took a similar tone with most things, and it did not inherently mean that she was displeased. Confident as ever, Margaery smiled and nodded as she took her seat beside the elder woman. “I do hope the poor fool did not crush your foot, dear.” Olenna commented snidely. Never one for patience, she waved a hand that suggested Margaery ought to explain herself. “Go on.”

“It was a kind thing to do,” Margaery replied with a sugary cadence as she picked up a goblet set before her. “You see there?��� She pointed to the group of young boys who had been oinking at Samwell earlier, who now milled about the hall awkwardly, “they’ll leave him be, now--or maybe they’ll invite him along to spend the remainder of the evening with them, so they might learn what I said to him.” She laughed at that, and took a small drink of the hippocras. Olenna hummed at Margaery’s rationale. The legend of the graceful and kind Margaery Tyrell proven true, as all the lords and ladies in attendance could attest from her dance with the boy. Not yet satisfied, Olenna smirked at her granddaughter. “And the real reason why, now.” 

“That is a real reason,” Margaery retorted as she settled the goblet back down before her, though a smile had begun to pull at the corners of her lips in a shape which matched her Grandmother’s. “But I did hear once, that Lady Melessa is very fond of her eldest boy. And I thought I should like to please her, and perhaps her lord father too.” Melessa was the eldest daughter to Alester Florent, who himself was amongst the guests that evening, and who Margaery hoped had been witness to the dance that’d occurred. “It would make me happy to know that both Lady Melessa and Lord Alester would have been able to see me help to put a stop to the shame those boys looked to do unto poor Samwell.” The gentlest of encouragements to the Florents that they ought to mind their place and mind their greater lords, as it was. 

“And,” she began again, the smile on her face growing still, “I have heard father complain that Lord Randyll has been finding himself in skirmishes with the Dornish along the borders, and that he does not heed father’s word when asked to refrain from his more violent urges. I should think after this evening he’d be more interested in pleasing father, wouldn’t you, Grandmother?” Margaery knew very well that she would never find herself betrothed to Samwell Tarly without a serious crisis in her own family, but Lord Randyll did not know that. Olenna regarded Margaery for a moment, and then reached out to smooth down the younger girl’s curls. “Well done, my dear.”

[ao3jamiexbrienne]

you cant carry it if you want to survive

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2F9bmwX

by galaxial_aesthetic

kairos καιρός (n.) - the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; the fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words or movement.

An unshakable Mountain falls at the feet of a triumphant Red Viper, No One reunites with an Unchained Wolf and rebuilds her pack with a Storm King, and the past catches up with a Crow.

All the while, the winds of winter approach and men and women alike realise this enemy casts a far larger shadow than whoever is on top in their game of thrones.

  Or.

 The Dorne and Northern Revolution (ft. The War For Spring, a second Dance with the Dragons, gratuitous amounts of self-indulgence, and a big old AU.)

Words: 3569, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Multi

Characters: Oberyn Martell, Elia Martell, Doran Martell, Ellaria Sand, Arianne Martell, Quentyn Martell, Trystane Martell, Obara Sand, Nymeria Sand, Tyene Sand, Sarella Sand, Elia Sand, Obella Sand, Dorea Sand, Loreza Sand, Arya Stark, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Rickon Stark, Bran Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Tywin Lannister, Jamie Lannister, Cersei Lannister, Margaery Tyrell, Loras Tyrell, Mace Tyrell, Olenna Tyrell, Willas Tyrell, Stannis Baratheon, Selyse Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Myrcella Baratheon, Tommen Baratheon, Beric Dondarrion, Thoros of Myr, Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon VI Targaryen, Daenerys Targaryen, Brynden Tully, Edmure Tully, Walder Frey, Roslin Frey, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn, Mya Stone, Gendry Waters, Petyr Baelish, Alayne Stone, Sandor Clegane, Gregor Clegane, Qyburn, Melisandre of Asshai, Davos Seaworth, Jon Connington, Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne, Asha Greyjoy, Euron Greyjoy, Theon Greyjoy, Ramsay Bolton, Roose Bolton, Meera Reed, Jojen Reed

Relationships: Oberyn Martell/Ellaria Sand, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, Cersei Lannister/Jaime Lannister, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Sandor Clegane/Sansa Stark, Robert "Sweetrobin" Arryn/Alayne Stone, Harrold Hardyng/Alayne Stone, Beric Dondarrion/Thoros of Myr, Melisandre of Asshai/Stannis Baratheon, Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, What-If, northern independence, Dorne Independence, Spongebob Voice: The Gang's All Here, Slow Build, Slow Burn, The Legacy of Elia Martell, POV Multiple, Women Being Awesome, Canon-Typical Violence, Period Typical Attitudes, Flashbacks, The Faceless Men, The House of Black and White, Politics, Wildling Culture & Customs, Dornish Culture & Customs, Northern Culture & Customs, Eventual Romance, Eventual Relationships, Polyamory, Self-Indulgent, Surprise Pairings, Jon Snow is Not Called Aegon, Oberyn Martell is here to annoy the Lannisters and drink Dornish wine, and he's all out of wine, D&D made me Boo Boo The Fool so I'm redeeming my ass, Mix of book and show elements

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