#jaime just mentioned it on her blog but it reminded me of when i found out

[corneliaavenue]

do yall remember where you were when you found out about joever?

[unholyplumpprincess]

Won’t Say I’m In Love

A commission for Anonymous with a trans dude and Loba!

Summary: In which reader is Loba's sugar baby/friend with benefit who she loves to shower gifts upon. When reader starts expressing interest and complimenting her, realizing she gets flustered when the attention is turned to her, it makes courting her and making it. Obvious they'd like more a little more difficult. Nothing that can't be solved with a little bump n grind, right?...Right?

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Loba Andrade/Reader

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Loba is a trans woman and her bits are referred to as cock/dick, Reader is a trans man with top surgery and no bottom surgery and parts are referred to as cock/dick/hole, reader is penetrated, sugar mommy relationship BUT WITHOUT THE MOMMY INVOLVED, FWB to romance, talk of transitioning and the stuff that comes with it, Loba nuts in ya, aaaand fluff!

Words: 5.1k

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Loba, to you, was everything.

Perhaps that’s a bit of a stretch. But in times like this, you can’t imagine her out of your life. Not when her smile is etched into your memory, dimples on her cheeks and pearly whites reminding you of a wolf’s. Or how her eyes narrow dangerously when you tease her, a smile playing on her lips as she coos to you to hand over the last treat in the kitchen before you run squealing after you shove it in your mouth. Loba, hot on your heels.

Life with her came natural after being in each other’s good graces for so long.

Well.

If you called ‘fuck buddies where she buys you things all the time’ good graces. A certified sugar mama.

~Rest under the cut~

Your meeting had been a business strict one at first. She was the girl people went to when things were stolen from them or they had specific desires. In your case, a precious family heirloom had been stolen from you by Hammond. That family member that had been working on cracking a code to work into their system had mysteriously disappeared, leaving you with a precious family ring that you cherished. Yet, somehow, it had gone missing, the only lead being of a ripped jacket by the window with an H symbol on it.

Loba was a person you’d heard of who could get anything from anyone, and when you’d found her, given her all the details and your own sob story. She’d hummed, drawing her manicured fingers across your cheeks and cooed about how pretty a gem you were yourself. When your cheeks had flared red, she’d smirked, patted your cheek and told you that it would be done within the week. Since she was going that way anyway.

When you’d received an anonymous text fit with a wolf emoji, you’d hurried quickly over to the underground area where she’d resided. The neon red lights had looked beautiful on her, made her look dangerous in the alleyway where she’d sat upon a box as if it were a throne. You thanked her a million times over, offering money, even some other jewelry that you’d been given that you had no need for. Yet you knew it was expensive.  

Loba had refused, and instead had risen from her spot where she’d been sitting. Circling you like you were prey and making a mention about how she knew you were struggling to keep your apartment going, how it would be dangerous for you to go back. Not knowing how or why she brought it up, at first you bristled, holding the ring close to your chest in fear she would take it.

But, instead, she offers you her gloved hand, a smile on her face and a tilt to her head. “As I told you when you had arrived, you are a beautiful gem yourself. I could take care of you. Would you like to be the new addition to my collection?”

At first, you’d been flustered, a little shocked, and suspicious. But now? Now it all made sense.

Loba loved to shower you in gifts and compliments. She’d always called you the prized jewel of her collection. A collection that you’d seen and wandered through numerous times by now. Of golds, silvers, diamonds, arts, priceless artifacts, all the riches in the world for the woman who had everything. And she had almost everything. Including a found family.

With Loba, you, and Jaime? You were your own family. The trio out in the world with a home base and all the riches you could have ever wanted- thanks to Loba, that is. Not that it was hard for her, one of the best thieves in the world. Her jump bracelet made that much so easy. And she always loved to gift you things from her finding that she thought you would look pretty in.

Whatever you wanted.

The first time she’d offered you something, a beautiful pearl choker, you’d kind of laughed with a flushed face. No one had ever gifted you jewelry before, let alone been delighted TO give you it. But when you reached for it, she teased you, holding it just out of reach and said she’d like to put it on you. Resulting with her manicured fingers lightly brushing your skin as she stood in front of you, hitching it behind your neck with ease and gently curling a finger underneath the front.

She’d tugged you closer that day as your face burned, head tipped up to look at her. Loba had already been tall, but when she wore heels it was even worse with you. Yet, she’d grinned, tilted her head, eyes flickering down to your lips and murmured, “Do I get a little gift in return?” With such softness, eyes twinkling with mischief.

It wasn’t as if you two hadn’t been playing essentially gay chicken this entire time. You were obviously sexually into her, as she was to you. So, with your lips quivering, you’d nodded, murmuring back, “Anything you want.”

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart.” She’d cooed before pressing the softest kiss upon your lips and leaving you wanting more as she pulled back and gently patted your cheek.

And you were left to watch her saunter off, eyes falling to her ass without thinking about it and your fingers touching your lips where you felt the slickness of her gloss lingering.

From there, the teasing escalated. Until your relationship developed more into a ‘friends with benefits’ situation or even a ‘sugar mommy’ situation. Sans the calling her mommy part, wasn’t really your thing. She gave you gifts, showered you in them really, and in return you two had some killer sex. You figured it was a win all around for you.

When you got pretty things to adorn your body with, and you got to hold onto a headboard with your head thrown back as her mouth made quick work of you. Where was the loss in that scenario? Well, maybe the lipstick stains on your inner thighs or...or...

Or maybe you knew exactly what it was. Because after time went on, your sexual feelings finally revealed themselves to actually be disguised romantic feelings. Cracking open like pouring light whenever she walked into the room and you had to push them down and swallow your pride.

That’s where your loss was.

It had started pretty small a few months ago. You just started to notice different ways Loba dressed, or how she had her hair some days. Some days her makeup would change and you would compliment it genuinely, only to have her black lipstick covered lips playfully smirk your way and offer for you to try it out personally.

Hey, you weren’t complaining about walking around with a kiss print on your neck or cheek.

But you were mentally complaining about how fast your heart had beat at such a simple action. How you’d touched your cheek when she wasn’t looking and smiled to yourself like you were some sort of schoolboy incapable of reeling in your crush.

You mentally groaned to yourself. You were NOT about to ruin anything for her.

Loba, you thought, deserved love and happiness. You contemplated that maybe...just maybe you could be the one to give that to her. But, you knew her, you knew her very well for that matter. If affection was genuine, she’d become flustered and nervous and try to find a way to turn it sexual or into a flirt. She could flirt her way through anything, but if you so much as tucked her hair behind her ear and told her she looked pretty that day, she’d almost choke and try to turn the situation back.

You tried to give back what she gave you, trying to adore her, only to have her try and hide her flustered appearance by trying to flirt you up. Or slamming you against a wall and cooing about how you were pushing her buttons.

She was good at hiding her emotions in a way you wouldn’t expect her to. Instead of shying off or shutting down, Loba had learned to laugh her way out of situations and compliment you. Pinching your cheek and calling you sweet. The love- the romance she’d been deprived of didn’t go unknown to you. She didn’t trust easily, and she was happy with you and Jaime being her family.

At least, that’s as far as you knew.

What you didn’t know is that her feelings matched your own. That every extra glance you stole her way, she noticed and tried not to think anything of. But sometimes, sometimes when she was fucking you, she imagined you holding on tight to her and murmuring sweet nothings. Or instead of coming to her room for a ‘nightly visit’, that you’d spend the night and let her hold you quietly in her arms and wake up to see you just the same.

Mutual feelings that neither of you knew the other had.

Eventually you figured you needed to own up to it. And that’s what you were trying to plan right now. It’s with a breath that you come to the decision that maybe you could...show her instead.

Yeah, yeah that sounded better.

So, when Loba comes home tonight, smiling brightly as she swings a beautiful diamond necklace around a finger and announcing to you and Jaime, “Mama’s home, boys! Did you miss me?” With fondness in her voice and her eyes flicking over you to hint that she had a gift for you- that is when you decide now is a good time to strike.

After dinner is had and Loba has put her necklace in a beautiful glass case to admire it, you come towards her little den area. It was a big, rounded room, wall to wall full of her jewels and findings. Ranging from pearl necklaces to priceless artifacts. Beautiful art pieces were hung on the walls all around it with lights to ensure that the jewels down below would glitter and gleam in any lighting. You rest yourself on the doorway as you watch her, admiring her from afar as she looks to the sparkling necklace with glee in her eyes.

“Ah, so beautiful. Don’t you think?” Loba sighs at her necklace, before her eyes flick up to you in the doorway. Her eyes sparkle with that same look from earlier, mischief dancing in them as she saunters up to you slowly. As if a predator with its prey. You’d lie if you said your heart didn’t skip three beats.

“Yeah, I think you are, actually.” You coyly respond, going so far as to flutter your lashes as she rests an arm beside your head. Her grin is amused, rolling her eyes and using her free hand to gently grab your chin, tilting your head this way and that. Always inspecting you.

Her prized possession.

“Ha-ha, very cute. How many times have you tried that one, love?” She teases, tapping her manicured nail on your cheek twice. You smile fondly at the nickname, pretending it didn’t make you near about squirm out of your spot. But your heart lurches in your chest when she speaks much softer, tracing along your jawline with her fingertips. “I have a gift for you.”

“I was going to tell you the same thing.”

That piques Loba’s interest, her mischievous look pausing for surprise to overtake her features. Her glossy lips part in surprise, her eyes moving from the stare on your lips to flick up to your eyes as her brows furrow briefly.

She looked adorable.  

Fuck.

“A gift? For me? Isn’t that my job?” Loba laughs a bit, taking a step back and cocking her head, her long braids following. She looked just like a puppy. You swallow down your racing heartbeat as you try to figure out how to bring it up.

“Later- in the bedroom.” You promise. A familiar phrase that makes her pupils widen, a smirk falling to her face instead, a bit more confidence to her purr as she affectionately pinches your cheek.

“I eagerly await your acquaintance tonight, then. But, for now, let me show you the ring I found you, darling!”

You’re going to die.

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The ring she’d found you had been gorgeous- she'd yet to gift you a ring yet. Loba once had said that seemed a little too intimate of a gift. You never asked why, but now that you’ve been gifted one, looking at the gold band with a beautiful simple style with three gems in each twirl of its vine-like look.

Well, you can’t help but think either she’s gotten used to you or maybe...maybe it had a purpose.  

Either way, it helps you feel more confident about what you’re going to try tonight. Walking with a bit more confidence as you head to her bedroom. You hardly have the time to knock before she’s opening the door, yanking you inside, and pushing you against the door to kiss you.

Loba is stripped down for the night. Her twin braids traded to let her curly hair down, the ombre look towards the tips of her bright red hair reaching about mid-back and splaying around her beautifully. Her outfit has been swapped to something a bit more practical of a black lacy bralette and stretchy short shorts, revealing her long legs and the beautiful vine-like tattoos with flowers curling on her outer thighs, edging up her hips to her waist.

Your hands come up, but are immediately caught by her. Her fingers lace in yours, pulling your hands to rest beside your head against the door as you moan into her mouth. Your reward is a soft laugh, her teeth nipping your bottom lip before trailing her glossy, full lips over your chin, down your jawline to your neck.

“Wait, wait-” You manage to breathe out when her lips press to the length of your neck. Immediately Loba pauses, releasing your hands and backing up. Concern and confusion in her eyes, but you quickly let out a laugh, “No, no, I mean- I want to try something different tonight...if that’s okay?”

“What like- bondage?”  

You about choke, head thunking back against the door as feeling your cheeks warm as you try to think of how to word it. It’s kinda of hard when she’s now idly kissing at your neck, lips parting to suckle on a sensitive spot of yours that makes your hips jerk. But you manage to breathe it out, “I want to take care of you tonight.”

Then it’s Loba’s turn to choke. Pulling back away from her spot to give you a curious look, if flustered. Her own face is red, looking apprehensive about the idea, but you quickly add in. “If you don’t like it, truly don’t like it, we’ll stop immediately, okay? I promise.”

And then you have her. Just with that extra security.

“You better make it worth my while.” She huffs almost in an embarrassed tone. But her voice is playful, despite the way you notice how she swallows and her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. And you know it isn’t the fact she doesn’t want it, it’s because she’s used to being in control. And not that you don’t like her taking control of you but...

Sometimes you just wanted to treat her right. Show her how much she meant to you.

You suppose sex was better than trying to sit her down for a conversation and talk about your feelings with eye contact involved and your running mouth.

You start gentle with her, leading her to the bed and guiding her to lie down. You start with something simple as a makeout session. Straddling her hips so she can feel the heat of your body through your sweatpants and t-shirt. You lean into her, cupping her cheek and pushing her hair from her face as you kiss her so gently, stroking your thumb over her cheekbone. You make sure not to let her guide the kiss, but let her grab your hips, feeling her fingers slide under the waistband to touch your skin.

When you lick into Loba’s mouth, her breath hitches, her hips coming up to press against you and you follow the motion by pressing down to give her some pressure. Your own breath is shaky when her hands slide down to your ass under your pants, tugging you gently to get you to grind.

Control- normally you’d follow like the good boy she’d claimed you to be but...

You immediately part from the kiss, delighting quietly in how she whines. However, delighting even more when her eyes shoot open and she whines louder when you take her hands and pull them above her head. You interlock your fingers, hovering your lips just out of reach when she tries to lean up and get at you again, but realizing quickly that she can’t. Loba groans.

It’s quiet submission when her head rests back on the pillow, a shaky breath leaving her lips as her eyes fall to your mouth. She pouts her prettiest when you give her a look, huffing under you and rolling her eyes. “What? Do you want me to say ‘please’?”

“It’s a start to getting what you want, Ms. Andrade, don’t you think?” You tease in a mocking tone, causing her eyes to narrow up at you. There’s another huff from her, her fingers flexing in a nervous way in your grip. You wait patiently above her, eyes sparkling with mischief.  

“Pl-...” Loba pauses, swallowing before shakily exhaling through her nose. Her eyes flicker to the side as if flustered, rolling upwards as if trying to will herself to speak. You try to ignore the way you feel her cock jerk under your ass, but you can’t ignore the pride you feel knowing she liked this.

“Please, please do something more. Please don’t tease me? Aren’t I good to you, baby?” She begs her prettiest, ending it with a shaky noise, her cheeks flushed red and her lips pulling into a pretty pout that you can’t help but kiss to soothe away her embarrassment.

You murmur sweet nothings against her mouth that you hope she doesn’t catch as you kiss your way down her neck. You only need to scoot down her body a little, moving to fit between her legs rather than straddle her.

You let her hands go, watching with delight as they stay right where you put them as your own pull up her bralette to reveal her chest. She’s got nice breasts, rounded and about a C cup. You know from her talking about it that she’d gotten them filled in the past, all decorated with pretty silver barbells through each nipple and her underbreast tattoo curling between her chest.

You press your mouth at the freckles dotting the upper edges of her breasts, nosing your way down the path of her flesh until you can gingerly cup her breast. You relish the way her breath hitches in anticipation when you mouth at her nipple, pressing soft, fluttering, wet kisses until she whines softly under her breath.  

She really can’t blame you for drawing it out, right? For adoring every inch of her? You’d never been able to seen her like this before, how she squirms, trying to be good underneath you and not take over. It’s the best you could have asked of her. To try.

You smile against her skin before you take her nipple into your mouth and begin suckling. Letting your tongue flick back and forth over it to feel the shape of her barbell idly. Loba’s sounds are soft, gentle little sighs as her hips gently press up against you to get some pressure. You hum against her in reply when her hand rests in your hair, gently stroking and pressing to encourage you to touch her more.

A moan escapes her lips when you let your teeth gingerly scrape across the sensitive flesh, coming off of her with a wet pop. You nuzzle between her chest with a soft sigh of, “You’re so beautiful.” Your tone dripping with honesty as you kiss down her ribcage, towards her abdomen.

Normally she’s talkative during sessions like this, liking to pull your hair and show you who’s in charge. But now when you look up, all you can see is her head turned to the side, her cheeks red and her lips parted to shallowly breathe. You’ve never felt prouder of yourself.

When you reach the waistband of her short, you peer up at her under your lashes, gently tugging at the band. “Can I take these off?”

“Please.” She replies, completely unprompted with a shaky breath following and her eyes peering open to look down at you. Her gaze makes you feel hot, your chest bursting with adoration that you can only hope your eyes mimic.

You gently pull them off and toss them to the side. You move to sit up on your knees, gently rubbing at her thighs as your eyes flicker to her cock. She was about six inches long and uncut with foreskin only reaching just under the head. She’d shared with you that she was thankful that the future medical technology allowed her to decide the option on being able to get hard and remain fertile. Just as you’d shared you were thankful that getting top surgery had become less dangerous over so many years in the making.

Small things to share with her in those quiet moments you two could relate to each other.

Now, you run a hand along her inner thigh, sliding over her shaved mound as you quietly ask, “What are your feelings on penetrating me today?” To let her know in turn you wanted that. Of course, if she didn’t, you’d happily find your favorite cock and strap it in.

“Please,” She says again, practically music to your ears by now. “I want to be inside you- let me touch you, little pup, please? I’ll be on my best behavior.” Loba’s voice is near desperate as she looks down at you. Sitting up on her elbows to see you better. Your face flushes at the nickname, almost tempted to scold her for it, but the way she looks at you...

Her eyes are full of something you’ve seen before. Never taking the time to see. Adoration. Her pupils are blown wide, her lips parted and her eyes roaming across your frame before coming back to your eyes. Her brows furrow briefly, this desperate look crossing her face as she tries again, “Let me see your cock, baby, let me taste you?”  

It’s filth. Yet she sounds so fucking soft when she says it that you can’t help but swallow down a whine.

In a matter of moments, you’re stripping from your clothing. Your sweatpants get tossed with your shirt, but before you can get to your underwear Loba is already helping you out of it. Her fingers eagerly grab your hips, but she learns quickly because she doesn’t pull you. Letting you move your own body until your thighs can frame her face.

You reach down to pull on your mound, exposing your cock to her. You’re hard already, your hole drooling with slick from the excitement from seeing her so open earlier. Loba knows how you like it, hooking her arms around your thighs to hold you as her eyes go half lidded to watch your face. You swallow thickly, biting your bottom lip as her tongue runs from your hole, up to the underside of your dick in a fluid swipe.

Kitten licks like that repeat a few times, being mindful of how sensitive your engorged cock could be right off the bat. You shakily exhale through your nose when her lips part, letting the piercing on her tongue rest on the underside of your clit and her breath fanning across you hotly.

When she finally takes you into her mouth, you let out a moan and use your free hand to rest in her hair. The smile you feel against your wet flesh should make you flustered, but not as much as when she looks up at you under her lashes with such adoration. She lets you take the reins, gently humping against her mouth and taking things at your pace. It’s the most control you’ve had in a while, but your mouth starts working before you can even think, “Fuck- you’re so beautiful, babe.”

The blush that reddens her cheeks fuels both her own motions and your mouth as you moan low in your throat just to hear her moan low back at you in turn as she licks up your cock. “Good- good that feels s...so good-” You don’t expect her to react so well to your voice, let alone praise. But you feel her nails dig into your thighs, able to see the way she parts her lips, glossy now from your slick and seeing it stick to her tongue-

It’s too much.

There’s almost a rush as you squirm out of her grasp to move down to her lap to straddle her again. You’d tell her to finger you, but one look at her nails proves why that’s a hassle. Thankfully when you sink your own fingers into yourself, you find your walls are wet and pliant. But for good measure you still ask her for the lube to prep her own cock. Stroking her cock whilst you rest on her thighs, able to watch her eyes flutter and how her fingers twist into the pillow she’s got her head on.  

“Ready?” You ask, pulling yourself closer so you can slide your cock against hers, sandwiching it between your sex to grind back and forth against her. Loba quickly nods, her hands moving to grab your hips and squeezing eagerly, but you hum again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes! Yes, yes, baby- yes, I want it, I want you, please!” Loba all but whines, her look frantic again as she gently pulls you. You follow the motion, lining her up before sliding down onto her with a gasp.

Loba’s reaction is immediate, always so sensitive when you envelop her. She’s got her nails pressing into your hips, her face contorted and her head tossed to the side with pure pleasure written across her features. It makes you feel proud that you could just do that with your body, that you’re the one making her look like that.

Your emotions are swelling up in your chest.

You push them down for the sake of resting your hands on top of hers on your body. Squeezing them and feeling your heart race when she maneuvers so her fingers can intertwine with yours. Your breath hitches, but that can easily be passed off for your hips grinding on their own, grinding your fat cock against her mound and feeling the way she shifts in you.

Her soft moan and the way her fingers squeeze yours make you dizzy.

Don’t think about it, you remind yourself.

Your breath quickens as you lean forward and begin riding her. Only pulling yourself up an inch or two and sliding yourself back down onto her cock. Your toes curl, squeezing her hands a bit tighter and about whining when she starts to pull her hands back. But you figure out why when she holds them up at about her waist level, lacing your fingers with hers to give you more leverage to fuck yourself onto her.

Don’t think about it, you again think to yourself, your brain clouded with lust and adoration.

“You’re so handsome,” Loba mumbles out, and when you finally urge yourself to flutter open your eyes, she’s looking at you. She’s panting softly, brows furrowed in a look of pleasure. You swallow the whimper in your throat so you can instead move yourself to almost lie on top of her. Letting her hands go to rest your arms on either side of her head and bringing her into a kiss.

Her hands slide over your body then, sliding down your sides to your hips, to your ass to graciously grab as you fuck yourself onto her. You moan into her mouth, feeling her follow the motion with her own soft noise in her throat.

Don’t think about it, you try so desperately to tell yourself as the knot forms in your stomach.

You have to break the kiss, tucking yourself into her neck. Loba is holding onto you now, her hands resting flat on your back and dragging her nails down your skin. You whine into her ear as your inner walls clench, your cock humping against her shaved mound and keeping your body extremely interested. It comes tumbling out before you can think of it, “Fuck- fuck, fuck, shit- Loba, Loba-”

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think about it-

“I love you-” Loba whines in your ear, causing your heart to near about beat out of your chest thinking you’d imagined it. But you feel her lips move against your neck next time, “I love you. Let me- ah- let me cum inside you, baby, please, please, please-”

It’s all a blur. The way your chest pounds and how hard you cum. You can hear her cumming not soon after you, her nails sinking into your back and her teeth sinking into your shoulder to quiet down her beautiful moans. You think you’re dehydrated, your brain must have lost oxygen at some point- but you felt it. You heard it.

As you two are coming down, you urge yourself to sit up in her lap. Watching as her hand slides through her hair to push the strands from her face, how her chest rises and falls with her breaths, trying to make it out in your head as you open and close your mouth like a fish.

“What?” She laughs, reaching up to gently cup your cheek. “You weren’t going to say it, I figured--”  

“You knew?!” You cry out, flustered and feeling your own face heat up in embarrassment- yet relief floods your chest.

“I had a feeling.”

“A feeling?!” You cry out again, this time more distraught. But it quickly dies down when her thumb brushes along your cheek bone, urging you to lean into her touch and settle down. Though you see the look in her eyes of almost uncertainty- worry perhaps.  

With a shaky breath, you turn and kiss her palm. “I...I love you as well, ya know?”

“I know, baby.”

“Don’t be so smug about it!”

Her melodic laugh is quickly smothered by the pillow you throw in her face, only for you to nearly get knocked off her lap when she takes it and throws it right back at you with a victorious cry.

Fuck you love her.

[hamliet]

I ADORE your blog ! Just found it, and I was in desperate need of someone who still enjoys the show (all the negativity going around makes me enjoy it less, but somehow I'm incapable of staying the hell away from Tumblr). Sansa is my favorite character as well, and since all your metas make me enjoy the characters more, I wondered if you would mind detailing a bit more what you like about her and what you thought about her arc ?

Thank you, Anon! I’m glad you like my blog! Yeah, I do admittedly critique lots of things about the show, but I still love it; I don’t follow stories I don’t love.

I’m so happy to meet another Sansa fan, too. It was hard loving her from literally the very first season when everyone hated her. She’s my princess and I love her arc in the show and in the books; they’re different, but different isn’t necessarily “one is better than the other.” And now it’s just hard because my first fave is Sansa and my second fave is Dany and well. *starts sobbing*

I wrote about Sansa being a foil to Cersei and Daenerys here, but she’s also a foil to Arya, obviously. Sansa is very unabashedly feminine, dreaming of romance and a prince and a fairytale ending. She clings to that dream against all evidence at first (but being a visionary is not a bad thing inherently for the record): she lies  by omission to help Joffrey instead of Arya when Nymeria attacks him, and immediately pays a price for it: her direwolf, Lady, is executed, devastating her. She and Arya are at odds for the rest of season 1 before they’re separated because of Lady’s death, and this is a recurring theme for Sansa’s character: she does not forgive easily, and this is both a wise political move and also a character flaw, because her lack of trusting people leads to... a lot of issues, but we’ll get there.

In the books, Sansa’s next major mistake is that she winds up going to Cersei, an adult she trusts to protect her dream (because keep in mind adults have only ever been kind and favorable to her, and she’s been known essentially as a ‘Miss Perfect’), and getting a harsh awakening that adults aren’t always kind or trustworthy. Sansa told Cersei about her father’s plans in innocence; she had no intention of her father dying as a result. Her naivete is cruelly cut away with her father’s head.

Of course, then this pattern repeats with Littlefinger; he takes time to worm his way into her life proclaiming to be someone she can trust, and when she finally does, he then sends her to marry Ramsay. Sansa doesn’t ever fully forgive him, nor should she. And we see that it takes time for her to trust the others in her life too, even the kind ones: Shae, Tyrion, Brienne, whose offer she refuses at first. When Sansa trusts she trusts absolutely (hence her comment about letting Jaime stay in episode 2 of this season on Brienne’s word); when it’s betrayed, she does not forgive easily.

When Sansa meets Theon, she confronts him over what he did to Bran and Rickon, and Theon finally tells her the truth: that they’re still alive. She doesn’t forgive him then, but he helps her escape and she gets to Jon. But here’s the thing: though Jon is her brother and their reunion is one of my favorite in the show, Sansa does not trust Jon absolutely. She doesn’t tell him about the Vale, or about Ramsay’s twisted personality before the night before the battle, but that doesn’t make her selfish or stupid like I’ve seen people say. It’s because Sansa a) doesn’t want to relive what happened to her, and b) she hasn’t seen Jon in years. She’s scared, she’s been through a lot, she doesn’t want to trust and be let down. And she tells Jon she’ll kill herself if he loses the battle.

And he wins because of her and her ability to adapt and survive. To survive, she understands that you have to use good and bad tools offered to you (Littlefinger). Littlefinger lost her trust, and he never got it back. Sansa loves her brother Jon, but she's understandably suspicious when he brings back Dany--a beautiful queen who could remind her of Cersei because of their distinct parallels as well. Dany’s not Cersei, but Sansa doesn’t know that. So she’s suspicious of Dany doing just what Littlefinger tried: turning family against one another, and not to mention Sansa’s seen the horrific consequences of leaders displeasing their people (the riots in King’s Landing). She knows Jon has let the North down. He has, though it’s not wrong exactly to do what he did because what Missandei told her was correct: without Dany they’d all have died.

Theon, on the other hand, shows us that Sansa’s trust can be earned, and even earned back. He betrayed her and her entire family and Rickon still died because of actions that can be traced back to him. Still, he saved her, and he came back to fight for her and the Starks.

It just takes a lot of work to earn Sansa’s trust. Pretty words aren’t helping Dany, but saving Winterfell honestly should. Still, at the same time, Sansa’s fears for the North’s instability (for her family’s wellbeing) are a thing. Still, if Sansa’s arc can be continued at all, it should be with her learning to trust more, and explicitly trusting Dany more since that’s whom they’ve set up conflict with this season. Her journey is definitely about reconciliation this season as the scene with Tyrion told us; I’d think she’d be able to find a bridge between her and Dany and Jon too.

[megsironthrone]

Indifference

Based on this request:  Hi don’t know if this sent first time but can I req a fic lannister reader x euron; they marry for an alliance maybe she needs his ships and she’s the heir but although they’re kinda indifferent to each other at first they fall in love and are totally devoted to each other (kindalike Dany and Drogo)

Here you go! I do not own Euron. He belongs to George R.R.Martin

Warnings: threats, arranged marriage, treason?, a teeny bit of fluffy. As fluffy as Euron can be. And it’s a bit long. SLIGHT SEASON 7 SPOILERS!

Pairings/Characters: Euron Greyjoy x fem!Lannister(Baratheon) reader

You didn’t hate him. You didn’t have it in you to hate him, though you wished you could. He was crass, crude, and some of the things that came out of his mouth were downright disgusting. Still, you couldn’t seem to hate him. But you didn’t exactly love him either. He wasn’t the kind of man you could easily fall in love with. No, what you felt for him was far worse than either love or hate. What you felt for him was indifference. At least at first.

           When your mother Cersei told you that you would have to marry Euron Greyjoy, you threw a fit. You were now the heir to the Iron Throne and didn’t think you should have to marry anyone. But once your mother made a decision, it was no easy feat to get her to change her mind. She needed Euron’s fleet to go to war with Daenerys. Thus, you ended up being married to the King of the Salt Throne.

           You spent the first several months of your marriage basically avoiding any and all interaction with Euron outside of your queenly and wifely duties. Euron didn’t seem to mind. He came and went as he pleased, doing whatever it was the Iron born did, and you never once questioned him. All-in-all, it wasn’t a bad arrangement, But you were lonely. The only company you had on a daily basis was your handmaiden. She was sweet, but you couldn’t have the kind of conversations with her that you craved.

           "Y/N?“ You shook yourself out of your daze. You hadn’t realized you’d been staring off into space. You glanced up at your husband. "What?” He scoffed lightly, though it sounded a little like a laugh. “I’ve been calling your name for a while now. What could possibly have grabbed your attention so thoroughly that you would ignore your king?” You rolled your eyes. You never cared for Euron’s displays of power or when he felt the need to declare himself the king. It reminded you a little of Joffrey.

           "Perhaps, if my husband paid more attention to me and less to his ships and whores, I would pay more attention to him,“ you replied smoothly, your gaze never leaving his. Euron just stared for a moment. He wasn’t used to anyone speaking to him the way you did. Like you were his equal or even perhaps superior rather than someone lesser than him. "The ships are our ticket to glory. To the world.” He didn’t even mention the whores you knew he was bedding. You chuckled bitterly.

           "You sound like my mother. You should have married her. The two of you are going about this completely blinded by greed.“ You stood up and moved to leave the room. Euron’s hand shot out and grabbed your arm. "Let me go or so help me I will cut that hand off. Or perhaps I’ll cut something else off instead.” He released his grip.

           "What do you know of battle strategy?“ You smirked. "My uncles taught me more than you would think. Between Uncle Jaime’s skills in battle and Uncle Tyrion’s wit, I’ve learned quite a bit more than most women. And I am telling you that Cersei’s plan will fail. Maybe not at first, but it will fail in the end and we will all be dead. You, me, Cersei. All of us. And Daenerys will rule the Seven Kingdoms. Even if one of us manages to survive, I have no doubt that Daenerys will kill us all for treason.”

           Euron was silent for a moment. You could practically see the gears turning in his head as he thought about what you were saying. “So what do you suggest?” You grinned. “It is better to topple an empire from the inside. Get someone in her ranks, make her trust them, and then crush her from there. Not an easy feat mind you, but better than going into war against three dragons, the Unsullied, and the Dothraki. As well as the armies of Highgarden, Dorne, and the original Iron Fleet.” Euron contemplated exactly what you were saying. You were talking treason and sabotage, but it made perfect sense. “And who should we send in?”

           "Me of course.“ Euron shook his head. "Absolutely not. You are my wife. The queen of the Iron Islands. I will not risk losing any chance of you providing heirs for the throne.” You laughed. “Am I? Funny. You don’t act as though I’m your wife. You act as though I’m your concubine, here only for your physical pleasure.”

            Euron wanted nothing more than to wring your neck. He’d never been called out like this before. Most people were too afraid of him. But your gaze never wavered. You never broke eye contact with him. In all honesty, Euron found it rather enticing. You were holding your own against him and not letting him bully you. He liked that. He liked it a lot. In that moment, he realized just how much he’d come to rely on your presence in his life. Even if you didn’t speak much to him, you were always there when he needed you to be.

           "As for heirs, we have plenty of time,“ you continued as if you hadn’t just lashed out at him verbally, "Provided neither of us die in the war, I will provide you with as many heirs as possible…once Daenerys and my mother are dead.” That took Euron by surprise. “You want your mother dead?” You let out a chuckle.

           "Do you really think my mother is the best person to sit on the Iron Throne? She’s completely mad now that her favorite children are all dead. She will raze the world to the ground without a second thought as to who will be hurt.“ It was Euron’s turn to laugh. He never would expected that to come out of your mouth. He loved how brazen you were being about it. Now he was certain that he’d made the right choice in marrying you.

           From that moment on, Euron became the most attentive and devoted husband in the world. He spent every free moment he had with you. True, most of that was spent working on your battle strategy, but you still managed to have decent conversations here and there. You learned what Euron’s life as a pirate had been like and what his plans for the Iron Islands were. And he learned that you could be just as ruthless as he was and what you planned to do when you snatched the Iron Throne right out from under your unsuspecting mother.

           Then came the day when you would leave for Dragonstone where you would offer your services, and half Euron’s fleet, to Daenerys. "I hope you’re a better actor than you are a strategist, husband,” you told him as you fastened your cloak around you. You were preparing to leave, avoiding Euron’s gaze the entire time. You weren’t ready to leave him. Not now after you’d grown so close.  

           The sass was something Euron had gotten used to now. He knew that you typically used it to cover up your true feelings. You were worried about him and he knew it. “Let me worry about that. You just take the fleet and go.” You nodded and moved to leave the room. “And Y/N?” You glanced back at him.

           He crossed the room in three large strides and gripped your face in his hands. Before you could say anything, his lips crashed into your in a demanding kiss. “Be careful.” Nothing else needed to be said. After another quick peck to his lips, you scurried out the door. Euron moved to the balcony and watched as you sailed away with his fleet. If anyone asked, he would tell them that you had run off while he was sleeping and stole the ships and crew. All the while, in his heart of hearts where no one could see, he’d be praying you’d come back to him safely. The indifference you’d once felt for each other was gone, and only love stood in its place. Even if neither one of you was ready to admit it.

(a/n: This went in a completely different direction that I’d intended, but I really hope you like it. I had to make it believable that Euron would fall for her. There will undoubtedly be a part 2.)

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[fyrborn]

pls talk to us about the dragons and their different personalities.

anonymous ❖ here’s the worst tldr list, but this is more in depth sorta

me: i’ll get to writing the bios tomorrowme @ me: stop lying 

          &&. in all seriousness, i will get to them, but school is starting soon. smh prop you should have gotten your shit together with this blog. anyway, don’t be like me and make a multidragon blog and expect yourself to write in depth bios lmao

         to make this clear since all dragons share this: they’re PRIDEFUL and INTELLIGENT. i know i joke about the best way to not getting yourself eaten is by calling them pretty, but it kinda is in a sense. after all, when you look at a dragon, you see a monster and beast, things along those lines. you don’t exactly see the beauty in serrated, sword long teeth that’s got charred flesh stuck in between or the smoldering ruins they leave behind. it doesn’t bother them if you call them otherwise, but it would hold their curiosity to judge you in seeing if you’re sincere or at least give you time to look for an exit ( viserion tends to be very vain and balerion likes to puff out his chest ). after all, winning their favor would be in your best interest when encountering them.

         they are intelligent creatures and they do understand human speech. they know what you’re saying regardless of whatever shit you’re trying to call them in a cheery tone. it’s like in hp when draco called buckbeak an ugly brute. talk shit, get hit buddy. meraxes is the most forgiving, just saying, but even she has her limits. they are in tune with their rider’s feelings through their bond and it’s one that is magical and more. it’s why the dragons can be called without any verbal message or command. the dragons communicate through a variety of sounds too, which ( aside from body language ) communicates what they’re trying to get at. i’m going off my own hc that the dragons do share their own experiences with one another. they can show each other images, sounds, scents, touch, and feelings depending on how close they are. this could eventually be something their riders might experience if they’re close enough. again it’s their own jurisdiction on whether they want to share or not. sometimes if the bond is really strong there’s no hiding it. 

         also to make this clear, just because you’re their RIDER does not necessarily save you from possibly getting injured or snapped at. they’re WILD no matter how long they’ve had a rider for. there is no TAMING of a dragon ( dany got snapped at y’know ) and once a dragon sets their mind to doing something, they’ll do it regardless of being told no. along with that note, the dragon chooses the rider, not the other way around.

                                        and now we get into what y’all really want.

balerion: is founded on this need to survive as he was one of the five dragons that was brought over from the doom. i’m not saying they didn’t feed him or anything, he can hunt on his own quite well, but i’m sure he most likely fought the other fledglings for food. and as he grew, he became more outwardly aggressive in dominating and suppressing the other dragons. most likely if these dragons didn’t die from natural causes, balerion would have killed them himself when they started to toe the line with him. honestly, i wouldn’t be surprised if he wasn’t partial to cannibalism. with how much he ate and having all the free skies to fly, he grew into what massive size and fire power he was known for. pretty much this is the part that makes me laugh too when jaime??? in the show was saying drogon was full grown. drogon is like a fourth of his size. he wouldn’t make an impact if they collided in the air and balerion would eat him alive. aren’t ya glad he’s dead?

         i’m trying really hard to remember what word fits him, but it’s not arrogance. he knows what he’s capable of and he has the right to act as he does. balerion has an air of superiority ( it doesn’t help that he does look down at you from his snout ), but it’s a very imposing and tangible type of atmosphere when you meet him. he wants your respect. he won’t ask for it. he DEMANDS it. which raises the question that i made early on my dash, about how anyone could have possibly controlled balerion. anyway, balerion does not go out of his way to be cruel. none of the dragons do actually, they kill for a reason and not for sport ( chasing is fun though ). he can be quite sweet ( surprise!!!! ) to those he trusts. no, he won’t roll over and wag his tail like a puppy ( they’re more feline like when it comes to body language anyway ), but he will make the softest sounds and nudge you as gentle as possible for a scratch ( not that you can really do much at his age ). 

                           here’s a sample that i wrote for some meme on my other blog:

 the skies are his to rule and he fills it with dragon song. from deep within his stomach, presses out through chest and vibrates through throat, it comes in ROAR meant to signify his presence. how any creature, small or large ( all insignificant ), can not make note of his presence was surely foolish. for even the BLIND can see his strength, let it roll over them and know how immense of a beast he was. for even the DEAF can hear what mighty beast he was, feel the way the EARTH quivers underneath wing stroke. even the SILENT can utter gasping screams when BLACK FIRE scorches land and all its inhabitants. they should all know and see just WHO it is that truly bears the CROWN.

                WHY RULE SEVEN KINGDOMS WHEN THE SKY ENCOMPASSES ALL?

  crimson gaze settles upon silver scales that GLEAM in sunlight. and dragon song once more makes itself heard, though not of his own and balerion only eyes the CHALLENGER with disinterest. such a fledgling ( by his standards ) can screech in defiance and utter his PETTY challenges all he wishes. it would not matter. HE WILL CRUSH THIS ONE’S SKULL BETWEEN HIS TEETH. maegor be willing ( or unwilling ), he will know what is BEST for them both and let him tear this silver one apart.

                                                             FOOLISH THING 

  he has lived a HUNDRED YEARS AND MORE. he has seen and faced battles FAR GREATER than this child of blood and fire has ever seen much less been in. dark shadow is cast and falls below the city ( human nest ). how such fragile creatures take to hiding, so unlike the human child that sits upon his black scales and holds onto scarlet tinged horns and spines. a whisper from maegor, a language that HE KNOWS SINCE HATCHING is given. kessa īlon zālagon zirȳ, balerion? he need not ask such a thing. the dragon will show what FIRES BURN within his chest.

                                          DO YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME? 

  how can such a SMALL DRAGON hope to compare to such a beast like him? great jaws part and reveal curved teeth, CRUELthings that have CLEAVED armored men in half and feasted upon their horses like human children eating sweets. he calls then, to this QUICKSILVER dragon. wingstrokes carrying him far and he is met with open aggression. clawed feet latch onto his, but by far, he DWARFS this little sky lord. one can not simply DEFEAT A KING like he.

                                                    A CENTURY TOO YOUNG 

    teeth SINK through scales with such ease and reminds him of humans in their worthless metal armor. and it is just like them that he will end THIS IMPUDENT LORD’S LIFE. nostrils flare as he breathes in, feels VOLCANIC HEAT rise up from his chest and PITCH BLACK FLAMES spew from the depths of his throat and rush to burn at joint where bone connects wing to body. there is a cry of PAIN AND AGONY, but that only fuels such eagerness for the kill. a sharp jerk of his head, power given by thick neck muscle, and he makes QUICK WORK of this dragon. jaws slacken for just a second before snapping back shut. with one final SNAP, the wing tears free.

vhagar: vhagar and meraxes were born after balerion, both of who are female. they are close to one another not just because of how close they were hatching, but also being girls essentially ( they got each other’s back like visenya and rhaenys!!! ). she is very forward in what she wants and how she wants it. there are no warnings with vhagar, save with visenya of course, but generally it’s best to tread very lightly with her. she’s the embodiment of i’ll take it with fire and blood and would die fighting. vhagar is very into proving to everyone she’s capable of handling herself. while she’s not a tactician of any sort, vhagar does use the field to her advantage and not to mention her size. more or less that first started with picking fights with balerion when she was old enough. she is not scared of balerion whatsoever and often would get the upper hand of things despite being slightly smaller. she’s a quick thinker and ferocious when it comes to fighting ( more like sore loser lbr ). vhagar sadly does have a short temper, so often enough she will kinda explode when things that have been annoying her build up, but as quick as it starts, it’s also quick to go away. 

         she is pretty smug though. you know that scene in httyd where toothless kinda laughs at the other dragon he spat fire at? yeah that’s vhagar when she beat balerion. i hc that there were two major fights between the both of them, which could have ended up with either of them dead. in both cases, vhagar had the upper hand and she used the environment to her advantage. the first time was in dragonstone and vhagar nearly drowned balerion if it wasn’t for meraxes knocking her off. the second time was in king’s landing within the dragonpit because of some spacial pressure. they’re used to open skies and being able to fly freely, not being kept in one place completely. it’s a good thing they kept the fight short or the city would have all burned. 

meraxes: is the most forgiving of dragons. or rather, the most TOLERANT of them. by all means, she’s not docile. please don’t think that. she surely is the most patient and willing to wait ( to think before she leaps! ) to see what happens. she’s inquisitive by nature and finds herself rather content with lazing in the sun. though it’s not to say she’s not as ferocious as the other two in the skies. by all means, meraxes is no push over. she just has an extremely high patience, especially when it comes to balerion and vhagar. only when it’s a life and death situation will she intervene in their fights. otherwise she lets them go at it until they go into a stalemate. meraxes certainly does have a more motherly nature and often enough does coddle rhaenys should she see her upset. to a certain extent, she does find human children amusing and might allow a few curious ( and brave! ) to try and climb on her, but she’ll shake them off or push them away when she’s had enough.

        ( i gotta think about her more because she’s not as developed as i hoped aside from #she protec and #she attac)

drogon: he shares a lot of aspects with balerion ( death reincarnate! ), but because of how he was raised ( since i write balerion already hatched and wasn’t bonded at first to aenys ), he’s very tied to daenerys. in a sense he DOES want to be his mother’s son. he adores her and will do what he can to make her happy and content, but it’s also with this love that brings him such CONFLICT. you’ll see this especially when he becomes bigger than a small dog. he wants to be FREE to do what he wants without having to come back to dany and he kinda wants to come to her on his own terms. i mean ever since they were young, they mostly stayed within their mother’s view. and now they’re large enough to go somewhere without people trying to catch them in a sense.

        drogon wants to be the first. first ( lmao ) and foremost is to SURVIVE. after all, there were people trying to separate him and his brothers from their mother and there is nothing more powerful than fear to be your guide LMAO. essentially he doesn’t want to be in that position again. he wants to be able to be the one who protects himself, his siblings, but also his mother and that is a huge driving force ( also generally what gets him to rush right on back ).  and there, again, is this WILDERNESS that even dany can not tame no matter how much she can try. the best way, thankfully so, is through compromise. i think the fact that drogon had snapped at her the first time was shocking to her. drogon has always been gentle with her and to have this happen is eye opening. but aside from that!!! he does push his weight around. with his siblings, he makes it very clear that he is the one in charge. not to say that neither of them won’t challenge him from time to time. though this was mostly when they were younger and around the same size, though drogon still having a little more growth on him.

        he is a very stubborn dragon and he likes making it known that you should not test him, no exceptions even with dany ( ie snappity snap ). and as he grows larger and older, drogon definitely does find his own way in things. and honestly??? going into a fight with dany on his back is also kinda fun for him in a sense because hello prey drive, but also charred horse is pretty nice. viserion and rhaegal already ate humans so??? it’s not like he can miss out!!!

viserion: call him the PRETTIEST dragon you’ve ever seen and he’ll wait for you to compliment him more. viserion is VAIN and he likes to be praised ( fastest way to his heart ). the one thing he noticed right off the bat when he became more aware of his surroundings is that he is the color of the metal objects that people so covet, which only adds to his ridiculous ego. now i’m not saying that he’s going to stare off into a mirror all the time, but he takes a lot of time and pride in his appearance. however, i wouldn’t go as far as to count him out when it comes to a fight. just because there’s some blood being splattered or there’s some mud involved, doesn’t mean anything. being vain also means he’ll defend his name and reputation through his own force and means. so he does at times get into fights with drogon and rhaegal, but it stops once he’s makes his point ( or when drogon makes his point lmao ). hence why he grows more and more aggressive when he’s older.

        he is a very CONSERVATIVE dragon ( no politics \ o / ) and by that I mean he only does things when he deems his energy and time is worth it. this applies to moving too. big cats, for example, they only use enough energy to leap from one platform to the edge of another platform. no more and no less. viserion is like that and he is a very graceful flier because of it. though this does make him appear to be the LAZIEST dragon as he’s often seen basking in the sun while rhaegal might be off doing spiral dives for fun. speaking of his brother though, both he and rhaegal are the closest with each other because of the time they spent with each other when they were chained up, but also because of the fact they get along really well??? they work very well when it comes to hunting together and it’s really coordinated ( think ambushing when they were younger ). but!!! viserion is PROTECTIVE of rhaegal and keeps an eye on him and like siblings, they’ll back each other up. they do nest together and they don’t often stay away for too long from each other. it’s more so for reassurance than it is because they’re dependent on one another. 

                                                            he hates the cold. 

rhaegal: the smallest and by far is not coddled. in fact he would actually get angry if you do things for him ( not that he doesn’t appreciate the sentiment ) because he likes to EARN things. he is a hard worker and it’s so much more SATISFYING to him if he does. he doesn’t have an inferiority complex, but he does turn everything into a COMPETITION. he shares traits with vhagar in the sense that he wants to prove himself. hence why once he sees drogon do something, rhaegal is the one who will surely follow since he wants to also beat viserion to the punch. he is TENACIOUS in anything he tries to do and if he doesn’t get it right the first time. drogon might have been the first to fish in the seas while they were traveling on boat, but rhaegal would have been the second to dive right in. you’ll find him rather brave and bold. when he was younger he wouldn’t hesitate to fight back larger and stronger opponents and i wouldn’t put it past him to make a go at horses when he was on the ground or even dorthraki riders when they’re close by. and as he grew, it’s not surprising when he becomes the most TROUBLESOME of dragons when it came to having to find his way with wow growth spurt lmao and finding how to fly properly. all wings and kinda lanky before filing out. tbh, rhaegal isn’t the most graceful of dragons to fly since he relies a lot on speed so his movements can be sharp when there are turns and he likes to test the limits of his capabilities ( honestly imagine nearly crashing if it wasn’t for viserion or drogon to cushion/ help him pull back ). 

        surprisingly, he’s also the most SOCIAL of all dragons and CURIOUS of them. which makes him a bit more easier to handle in comparison to his brothers when he was younger. so it was alright for dany to essentially hand him off to someone else close to her to hold ( like jorah or missandei ). it’s why he’s rather SOFT when it comes to those close to dany and will often take it to kinda check in on them ( he’s got a good heart!!! ). though it might come unwelcomed when he scares the heck out of you. rhaegal, as i mentioned above, is very close with viserion. even before they were chained beneath the pyrimids, they grew to rely on one another more than they did drogon. rhaegal has been one to sleep next to viserion and at times will share food ( if he’s generous ). though they do have their fair share of fights for the meal. and i gotta write a sad dragon now smh.

[cover2covermom]

Whew! That is a ridiculously long title!

Welcome to my first installment of a new feature within my Kids’ Corner division of my blog: Buy, Borrow, or Pass.  What is Buy, Borrow, or Pass?  Well my friend, I’m glad you asked!  Basically, I will be writing mini reviews for children’s picture books and at the end of my review, I will state if I think it is worth it to buy the book, if you should borrow the book from the library, or pass on the book all together.  I would like to mention that if I suggest to borrow the book from the library versus purchasing the book, this is not negative.  I only will suggest purchasing a book when I think it is a timeless book that can grow with your child, or that will appeal to multiple ages.  I also offer “sneak peaks” into the books, which gives you a taste of the illustrations these books offer.

For this feature, I am going to try and keep the picture books relatively current, so all the picture books mentioned will be from 2016 or newer.

*Books included in this post are Faraway Fox , Take Heart, My Child: A Mother’s Dream , Ideas Are All Around , Samson in the Snow, & Hoot and Peep

*All titles link to Goodreads & author/illustrator names link to their website

**I have also included links to purchase these books.  I am NOT affiliated with Amazon or The Book Depository

» Faraway Fox by Jolene Thompson (Illustrated by Justin K. Thompson)

Published: September 6, 2016

Theme: Human encroachment into animal habitats

When a fox returns home to where he grew up, he is surprised to find it is not at all like it was when he lived there.  Will fox ever be able to find his family in this strange new place?   I am a big fan of books that are not only entertaining, but are also educational.  Faraway Fox is the perfect tool to teach young children about the effects humans have on animals and their habitats.  I especially appreciated the author’s note at the end that described the inspiration behind the book, as well as what different organizations are doing to try and protect wildlife.  I had never heard of wildlife crossing structures, as there are not many in the United States, so even I learned something new.  It even includes two real life examples of these wildlife crossing structures in the world.

The overall tone of this book isn’t exactly happy, but it does end on a good note.  The illustrations are absolutely stunning!  With all the gorgeous trees with changing leaves, this book definitely gives off a  fall vibe, so this book would be perfect to pick up around autumn time.

Recommended to: animal lovers; fox lovers; those interested in conserving animal habitats; teachers; librarians

Verdict: Borrow

*I would say this book is worth purchasing if you are going to use it in a classroom setting

*You can purchase this book on Amazon and The Book Depository

» Take Heart, My Child: A Mother’s Dream by Ainsley Earhardt (Illustrated by Jaime Kim)

Published: November 15, 2016

Theme: a mother’s love

It literally took me WEEKS to get my hands on a copy of this book.  I had my heart set on buying this one for my daughter for Christmas, but Amazon kept running out of stock.  I checked back regularly and (thankfully) was able to score a copy with 2 weeks to spare.

This book is absolutely breathtaking.  It truly is a piece of art.  Jaime Kim is now one of my favorite illustrators.  Not only is it beautifully illustrated, but the story is very poetic and lyrical.  What a perfect portrayal of a mother’s dream for her child(ren). Take Heart, My Child will tug at your heart strings, so if you are prone to tearing up, make sure to have the tissues ready.  I found myself giving many hugs and kisses while reading this one to my daughter.  Do you know an expecting mother? This book would be the perfect baby shower gift.  (You’re welcome)  This book is a must buy in my opinion.

Recommended to: all mothers

 Verdict: Buy

*Would make the PERFECT baby shower gift!

*You can purchase this book on Amazon and The Book Depository

» Ideas Are All Around by Phillip C. Stead

Published: March 1, 2016

Theme: inspiration

Ideas Are All Around is a book about an author going on a walk to find inspiration for his writing.  While I thought this was a clever concept, I am not sure it was executed particularly well in this book.  The story jumps from idea to idea, without any transition, so it didn’t feel cohesive to me.  One minute we are talking about people in line for a soup kitchen, then the next thing I know we are talking to a neighbor about how war is a shame when everyone could have gone fishing instead?  Actually it all felt very random, but maybe that was the point?  Maybe I just missed the mark on this story.

I thought the way the artwork was presented in this book, with polaroid pictures alongside illustrations, was inventive and clever, however it wasn’t anything memorable or attention grabbing.  As an adult, I can appreciate the understated artwork, however children (in my opinion) need eye catching illustrations to hold their attention.

My daughter lost interest and walked away at one point while I was reading this, which is very rare for her.  I take this as a sign that I wasn’t the only one who had issues connecting with this story.

Verdict: Pass

*You can purchase this book on Amazon and The Book Depository

 » Samson in the Snow by Philip C. Stead

  Published:  September 27, 2016

Themes: helping others; friendship

Samson is a lonely wooly mammoth looking for a friend.  When a red bird asks Samson for a few of his yellow flowers (Samson lives in a dandelion patch), Samson eagerly helps and the bird goes on its way.  When a snow storm hits,  Samson is concerned for the red bird and so begins Samson’s journey.

    I love that the main character, Samson, was a wooly mammoth.  Elephants are my favorite animals, so if I can’t have an elephant, a wooly mammoth is the next best thing.  Because Samson is lonely for a friend, he isn’t exactly a cheerful character, but rather gloomy.  Actually, Samson really reminded me a lot of the character Snuffleupagus from Sesame Street.    Overall, this slow paced read has a very melancholy feel to it, even though it ends on a good note.  While I liked the themes of friendship and helping others, it just felt a little bland to me.  There is one point in the book where it looks as if the bird has died (#SpiolerAlert – the bird is fine) and thought it may be a little disturbing to younger children.

I did think the illustrations were well done.  Loved the ones of Samson in the snow.

  Verdict: Pass

*You can purchase this book on Amazon or The Book Depository

» Hoot and Peep by Lita Judge

Published: March 1, 2016

Themes: siblings; different ways of doing things

What a sweet story about an older brother who wants to bestow his owly knowledge to his little sister, who turns out of have her own way of doing things.  What an important message: that everyone has their own way of doing things, and that one way is not necessarily right or wrong.  This turned out to be a fun little read that included phrases like “schweepity peep” and “dignity dong.”  I love cutesy phrases in children’s books, not just because they are fun for me to say, but my daughter always finds them hilarious and will try them herself.

Hoot and Peep is the perfect book to curl up with your child on a cold winter night.  With the blue tones and snow flurries throughout the book, the illustrations gave this book a quiet and magical feel.  In contrast, the owls were done in browns, tans, and golds, Hoot and Peep felt warm and real.  No idea if that makes sense to anyone but myself, but whatever.  I actually could not figure out if the white dots throughout the illustrations were supposed to be snow or meanbeams…can I get a fact check here?  I am going with snow.

 Recommended to: owl lovers; siblings who have a hard time getting along

 Verdict:  Borrow

*You can purchase this book on Amazon and The Book Depository

Have you read any of these books to your little ones?

If so, what did you think?

Kids' Corner: Buy, Borrow, or Pass. #ChildrensBooks #KidLit #PictureBooks #BookBlogger Whew! That is a ridiculously long title! Welcome to my first installment of a new feature within my Kids' Corner division of my blog: Buy, Borrow, or Pass. 

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Falling for Snow

Wattpad request! I do not own Jon Snow, any of the Starks, Lannisters or Robert Baratheon. They belong to George R.R.Martin

Warnings: Fluff and a mean Catelyn

Pairings: Jon Snow x fem!Lannister reader, mentions of other Lannisters, Starks and Robert Baratheon

You beamed at the Stark family as you curtsied politely. You were smiling mostly because you were happy to be out of the wheelhouse, but partly because you’d never met the Starks before. Most of the time, you remained in Casterly Rock or Lannisport with your father or in King’s Landing with your siblings. Ned Stark returned the smile. “This must be your good-sister, isn’t it, Robert?” The king nodded. Your brother, Jaime, placed a hand on your shoulder and you gave him a smile.

              Out of the four of Lannister children, you were the only one to get along with all of your siblings. You got on with Jaime the best. He was your protector and confidante. “Lord Stark, I thank you for your hospitality,” you said just before your Lannister green eyes found the dark-haired young man behind the Stark children. His dark curls nearly matched the eyes that stared intently at your face. You couldn’t look away until you felt your brother gently nudge you ahead.

              “Who was that, Jaime? The dark haired boy?“ Your brother arched a brow in amusement. “I do believe that his Ned Stark’s bastard, Jon Snow.” Jon Snow. The name flowed off your tongue as you repeated it. Jaime chuckled softly. “My dear sister, please do our family a favor and do not fall for the bastard.” You turned on him and fired back with a wink, “No promises.” He shook his head fondly. You were certainly a free spirit.

              The next night there was a feast to honor the king and queen and you were excited. After the meal, you desperately wanted to dance. Your eyes scanned the room for a willing dance partner. The first person you saw was Theon Greyjoy. He gave you a sly smile, but you rolled your eyes. The next person that caught your attention was the young man that been on your mind since you first saw him. Jon Snow.

              You got up from your seat and made your way down to where Jon was seated, a tankard of ale in his hands. “Jon Snow,” you said quietly. He turned to face you, his eyes wide. ��My lady?” You put on your most dazzling smile and asked, “Would you care to dance?” Jon frowned a bit. “Why do you not dance with Robb or Theon? They are more worth your time, my lady.” You scoffed. “I do not believe that for one moment. I believe you are worth far more than you think. Now, will you dance with me or do I have to beg?”

              Jon actually chuckled at that before swallowing the rest of his ale and getting to his feet. He held out his hand and lead you to the dance floor. The rest of the night was spent in Jon’s arms, learning various dances and teaching him a few in return. Finally, you were both tired of dancing and you followed him outside.

              "Thank you, Jon. I have never had so much fun,“ you told him. Before he could respond, a voice called out. "Boy, you should not be out here with her. Lady Y/N, I am certain your family would not wish for you to be in the company of a bastard.” You couldn’t help but glare at Lady Catelyn. “Lady Stark! I will associate with whoever I please. This young man happens to be one of the most wonderful people I have ever encountered. I enjoy his company and I would appreciate an apology for not only insulting Jon but for insulting me by association.”

              Catelyn stood in shock and Jon wore an identical look. It took you moment to register how rude you had been and when you did, you felt your face heat up. “M-my apologies, Lady Stark. I sometimes forget myself.” She gave you a small smile and chuckled. “You remind me of my Arya. She is spirited like you. I apologize.” With one final glare to Jon, she returned inside.

              "Well done, sister,“ Tyrion called and you could tell he was already drunk. You shook your head, laughing. "Forgive my brother.” Jon was still staring at you. You brought a hand up to your cheek. “Is there something on my face?” you asked. His face turned red as he realized he was staring. “N-no. No one has ever stood up to Lady Stark for me.” You gave a little shrug.

              "You did not deserve such treatment, Jon. You have given me a night I shall remember for years to come and I would not have it spoiled by harsh comments due to the circumstances of your birth.“ From inside, you could hear the music beginning again. "Will you share one more dance with me, Jon? Before the night is done?” He nodded and took your hand in his once more, pulling you to him.

              You sighed in content as you swayed with Jon. “Thank you, my lady,” he said softly. You tilted your head in confusion. “Thank you for making one of my last nights here so delightful. It is more than I deserve.” You cupped his cheek with your hand. “That is not true, Jon. You deserve happiness.” Without thinking, you leaned up and kissed him. When he didn’t respond you pulled away and began apologizing. You cut off when Jon grabbed your face in his hands and crashed his lips to yours.

              The kiss was so passionate, it took your breath away. You continued kissing Jon until someone cleared their throat. You broke apart and face the intruder. “While I admire your passion, dear sister, the courtyard is not the place,” Tyrion said with a laugh. You blushed again and looked at Jon. He was blushing too. Jon took your hand and placed a kiss to your knuckles. You smiled and reluctantly let go of his hand. You made your way to your chambers and to bed. You laid in bed reflecting on that night and on that moment with Jon. That moment of pure bliss. You realized that you had fallen for Jon Snow and you had fallen hard.

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