#lannisterjewel

[bruiisedpetals-a]

         i  threw  myself  to  the  𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 ,  only  to  learn  of  the  𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔  in  their  howl ,  and  the  𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺  in  their  blood.        (  @bruiisedpetals  &  @lannisterjewel  )

[scftpetalls]

      —— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  & errick          prompted by this gif  from the us.fw meme.   with. @lannisterjewel​

something fell , a candle or lamp maybe?  errick didn’t care.   he hooked a thick , burn-scarred arm under the soft curve of her thigh ; her weight sandwiched between himself and the wall that he’d pinned cerelle against.   one of her hands gripped at a nearby shelf and the other wrapped around his neck as she bounced down onto his thrusts.    they had barely made it ten minutes alone before pointless catching up turned into desperate kisses and the shedding of clothes —  he promised himself in these months that had passed , that the feelings that raged for her would not come back ... he’d lasted moments before his heart rate quickened all over again.

it was almost a perfect relief to feel himself finally inside her again , the so familiar gasp and smile of pleasure as her cunt stretched wonderfully around him ; even her body eagerly welcoming.   errick’s teeth were grazing her collarbone , holding back the urge to leave his mark on her — just drinking in the sounds of bliss she made and the endlessly sweet sounds of shy-pleasure that was chased by a carnal pleased but delicate smile.   gods he knew cerelle so well , he knew her body instinctively despite how many years it had taken for them to find a way to rationalise and safely be fully intimate — it didn’t matter , errick had known those temptress sounds for more than a decade ... sounds he jealously hoped only he could elicit.

though his breath was ragged , the words still came harsh and desperately true against her ear —  “i missed you ,” and of course he didn’t mean this ; he meant her.  her laugh , smile , the smell of her sweat and perfume , the feeling of her skin beneath his hands ; too rough to deservedly touch so a soft beauty. errick pressed himself fully into cunt , wrapping his other arm around her lower back and between the wall ... keeping her close as his pace turned a little more deliberate and deep , shuddering at the sensation of his cock gliding slickly into the unyielding , tight glove that was her clenching and trembling around his length.  errick found her lips in the haze pleasure , her blonde hair falling unruly now around her face , finding himself moaning against her soft lips as they parted and he tasted her mouth ; he didn’t think he’d ever grow tired of any part of her.   “gods , i missed you.”

[arenagods]

(``) @lannisterjewel . dynamic tags

[bruiisedpetals-a]

when branden left for a short trip , only a few days , visiting with one of his bannermen — cerelle only had a small cough and was perhaps a little more tired than expected.     he’d arrived back home on 𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 and his maester came to meet him at the gates ; face further wrinkled with worry as he explained to the warden of the north that his new wife had taken a turn for the worst and was now running a fever that didn’t seem to want to break.

he sat up in their chambers by the fire as cerelle was attended to , staying awake and quietly attentive.   she seemed in a fitful sleep and would occasionally let out a small sound whilst she tossed and turned — he thumbed through a book of tales native to the north  (from bran the builder to stories of beyond the wall and the magic that dwells there)

    ... and time 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 , the moon creeping across the sky slowly until branden’s green eyes flicked up at a sound and saw that cerelle seemed to be rousing.

               branden stark & cerelle stark née lannister  ( @lannisterjewel​ )

[bruiisedpetals-a]

       ❝ 𝐖𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞: 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫...     𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝔅𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔨 & ℭ𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫.❞

             @bruiisedpetals​​  +  @lannisterjewel​​

[bruiisedpetals-a]

         and he realised quietly & suddenly to himself one day                                  ...  she belongs in the north.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

—— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 prompt taken from tortured & repressed love. with. @lannisterjewel

errick lived a short walk from his shop , despite being likely allowed to claim some land as the 'newest' son of fair isle (pfft, he'd rather sleep in the forge). though he didn't enjoy being a noble , the title meant that it was less odd for cerelle to come and visit with him. they had been seen in each other's company for so many years besides that ... but a lady of house lannister visiting with a lord of house farman who was also the master blacksmith of kings landing ... it was 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 reasonable than a lady spending time with a bastard. house lannister still remained amongst his largest patrons due to their taste in fine craftsmanship and the inclusion of gold in their weapons and armor. regardless of any of that , had they not already mastered the art of 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 and white lies to see each other?

in his home , a large multiroom building with sturdy walls of clay and stone and a tiled roof ( a huge step up from what he had once been used to ; doorways , stables , dirty floors ) they could speak 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 — a sorely earned gift the two had barely ever had happened in their lives. ❝ i’ve loved you for more than half my life, and i don’t know how to stop it. ❞

errick reached across the table to take her hand , the jolt of emotion rising in him as it always did and likely always would — he didn't reply at first and instead traced absentminded shapes on the soft skin of the back of cerelle's hand. ❝ i know... ❞ he eventually replied , ❝ it seems 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 to think anything would , or could , change after all these years. i don't know how to stop us from returning to each other , not without simply — 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 ourselves from each others lives. and , in truth , i don't know which option is worse. ... ... we could , if you think it's best. ❞

[scftpetalls]

—— 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 + errick          prompted by this gif  from the us.fw meme.   with. @lannisterjewel

he could feel her beginning to grow a little more frantic , her breath more ragged and blended with higher-pitched sounds of pleasure , his mouth had been wrapped at the top of her sweet wet cunt whilst two fingers thrust with a pace based on instinctive knowing of her body. he sat up then , with one hand now focussed on stroking his cock ; pace increasing as he fixed hungry eyes on her center and let his thumb move to rub over her cerelle's sensitive clit — "let go , cerelle ," he prompted softly , encouraging her to surrender to the pleasure that was chasing her down. " let me see you , beautiful , " his own imminent climax choking his words ; breath ragged as he squeezed his fist a little tighter around the hot flesh of his cock.

as they had been in this intimate era of their relationship for a few years now , errick could hear the way her voice changed coupled with the bucking of her hips that she was moments from her release — as cerelle arched and ground down against his fingers , her cunt fluttering and clenching and flooding with increased wetness , errick bit back a hard groan of his own. blue eyes moving from her face , twisted in pleasure , to where his fingers slowed inside her and she weakly rode the digits ... and his felt his abdomen tighten , body flooding with heat as he spilled himself across her lower stomach ... cerelle's name on his lips between ragged breaths as his seed coated her abdomen and dripped from his cock almost , but never , upon her cunt.

[bruiisedpetals-a]

—— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 set six years ago , inspired by a prompt from here. with @lannisterjewel , ft. a semi-conscious errick

vida was surprised to be summoned , but not because of who summoned her only by the person who delivered the message. at first and easy glance the woman was a noble, or at least in the close service of one, and was clearly filled with worry in her urgency. she'd quickly gathered 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 and hastened to the forge on brego with the young woman on horseback with her. (vida didn't favour leaving her beloved horse in a stable , nor at risk of theft)

she made her way through the forge to the back chamber where errick lay on his back with a 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 to his side. without thinking too much , more than used to this as she had been in this position many times over the last several months since befriending the blacksmith , vida set about pulling the fabric away to inspect the wound and then quickly helping errick drink down some mandrake root tea to dull the pain and his senses , but not render him unconscious. he groaned a handful of curses , and promised to 'haunt the fucker who wounded him' — she rolled her eyes as she began to cut the shirt away in preparation for cleaning , stitching and bandaging the ugly wound. ❝ errick fucking waters — we have seen misfortune, felt the sting of defeat, the humility of vacant purse and empty stomach. this is shite compared to that ... so bite down on this , ❞ she placed a leather strap between his teeth before he could speak , ❝ and think on the fact i've not let you die yet. you still owe me money. and remember ; two taps on my arm and i'll stop , otherwise ... feel free to blaspheme as usual. ❞

she turned to the blonde woman then , ❝ how are you with 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅? this might be messy. and , could you set a pot of water to boil ... i'll need to clean this well — did he say what it was that caused the wound? ❞

[scftpetalls]

—— 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 & errick prompted by this gif from the us.fw meme. with. @lannisterjewel flashback starter ≈10-5 years ago , kings landing.

when master blacksmith jode had left the forge under the care of him apprentice and bastard errick waters , errick knew this was not what he was supposed to be doing. there was a list of inventory to check , the second furnace needed scrubbing , and more to do before end of day tomorrow ... but it was cerelle. as it had been for... years now ; the only delicate creature he'd met that managed to drive him to distraction. and a noble-born no less. he'd given up completely on attempting to make sense of it , given his bias against the nobles and how they'd often treated him ... when he looked at her however , he saw none of that. errick could only see her.

the shop shut , he wasn't completely without wits , he'd drawn her into his arms and slipped into the chambers reserved for master jode. the walls of the building were thick and held their semi-choked sounds of pleasure , errick so gruff and rough of hand often found himself treating her with more care than he'd expect of himself ... that didn't mean that his passions for her were hidden by any means , evidenced by the way he kissed her desperately and hard , with one fiercely cupping her breast and rolling the nipple between calloused fingertips. at the same time erricks fingers moved with wicked care between her thighs , the head of his cock nudging against the drenched heat of her cunt — barely pressing into her , he didn't dare , but gods he wanted to and he could hear it in the tone of her sweet lusty moans that cerelle wanted it too.

oh yes , they had been here before , fighting a battle with desire and reason. errick gasped against her lips as he let his hand move to hold her waist , grinding his hips to feel the dizzying sensation of his cock sliding perfectly against her slick sensitive folds. ❝ gods , don't— ❞ he growled , somewhat weakly and without much (if any) conviction , as he realised her hand was moving between their bodies ; he knew what she was doing ... like a little sinful dance only they knew. cerelle's soft deliberate fingers wrapped around his length to hold him pressed barely into her tightness , stroking him but simultaneously almost coaxing him inside of her — and errick had to bite his own lip to halt himself from the instinctive motion of thrusting perfectly home. errick's voice was a rough groan , words breathed against the skin of her throat as his eyes closed , swallowed by the sensation of her hand on him and the wetness of her arousal coating the head of his cock. yes , cerelle was a delicate creature , yet somehow so innocently and instinctively wicked ; in the best of ways. ❝ — why do you tease me so , hm? ❞

[arenagods]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄? .. VIDA, a healer yet unhealed.

[ 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒. ] You are an enigma. You take care to remain that way. You aim to keep people guessing; your motives are uncertain even to yourself ... What is it you truly want? You’ll never know if you keep your heart locked away like that. You deserve to be known, truly and fully. Stop being afraid of what you might find if you open your heart up to self-reflection. Stop thinking that no one will love you the moment they understand you. You are more than the facade you put on.

tagging @innchanted , @lannisterjewel , @ada1r , @wolfofswinter

[arenagods]

  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .. TORGHA, the twice-flint  stolen from @west1rosi. tagging @vhgr , @blossomhcir , @zoklaperzys , @sovlbound , @lannisterjewel , @innchanted , @sunweaves , @dragcnrage & anyone

ROUGH. fall.

FOOLISH. southerners.

SAD. loss.

HATE. spinelessness.

LIGHT. dawn.

DARK. long night.

MOTHER. fierce.

FATHER. stoic.

CHILD. childbirth.

MARRIAGE. alliance.

LOVE. north.

SOFT. snowfall.

PET. hound.

DREAM. free north.

DIVORCE. death.

WATER. the last river.

LOUD. smithy.

ANNOUNCEMENT. alert.

POWER. old gods.

FIGHT. often.

SMACK. hanfeth. (brother)

WHITE. blizzard.

SICK. weakening.

KISS. heat.

HURT. distance.

HAPPY. mountains.