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Ned Stark’s internal world more or less falls apart after he is introduced to his older brother’s betrothed, Lady Catelyn of House Tully. He has never met a woman he has been so enthralled by, and he tries not to acknowledge it. Though it grows harder when she comes close to him. Ned lives one life during the stolen moments with Catelyn, and another with his family. All while trying to handle the feelings that are wrecking him, as well as everything the Tourney at Harrenhal throws at House Stark.

HERE IT IS, MY HARRENHAL FIC!

I have been working on this nonstop for weeks now and I’m so happy to present the final result. Thanks to everyone who has encouraged me and thanks in advance to those who will read it, I hope you will enjoy it.

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But I just date Asoiaf

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Ellaria actually parallel Catelyn which is so interesting considering who Cat become. Both her and Ellaria would rather have peace instead of war/revenge.

Cat was the only one who asked for peace even before Robb was king, just like Ellaria. She was the only one again who asked a council with all the kings after learning about the incest (ie:peace again). And while she does want to kill the people who hurt her family (especially Cersei) if she had to choose (before the red wedding at least), she would rather have the children safe and that's similar to Ellaria as well.

Both her and Ellaria realise that killing the people responsible will not bring back the person they love.

The difference is the red wedding,the fact that Cat thinks her children are dead and theirs personality I think. We don't have Ellaria's point of view but I get the feeling that for her, being against revenge is a conviction/principle, for Cat, it's way more practical, it's not that she believe that revenge is bad, it's that the revenge thing led to war and endanger her children, she said it herself, if she had the opportunity and her children were safe, Cat would absolutely kill Cersei, I don't think Ellaria would ever kill the mountain.

There is something so sad about the contrast between Lady Stoneheart now and Ellaria who shared her opinion of things. (Also they might have made a really great team).

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An Urgent Matter

Summary: My own version of Ned and Cat’s love scene in their chambers.

The wind blew and whistled its music as Ned was standing naked by the open window with Catelyn embracing him from behind, the front of her body sticking to his warm back. She covered herself with the fur blanket and tried to cover him too, as she inhaled the scent of him and softly rubbed her nose against the spine of his shoulder blade. She could still feel the weakness of her legs and pelvis and she was quite nervous that her knee would bend. But she would stand strong by him in order to free him of his worries.

“I’m a Northman. I belong here with you and the children. A Stark must remain in Winterfell to serve and guard the North.” Ned stated decisively to fight his doubts.

“So your mother said. You swore to her that you’ll never set foot on King’s Landing no matter the cost. You promised to me as well that the Greyjoy Rebellion would be the last war you will fight for King Robert.” she said as she softly ran his fingers on his broad, heaving chest.

“But Robert is my friend. I do not know if I should refuse him or not. He loves me as a brother and I am the only one left that he trusts, now that Jon Arryn is dead.”

“If you refuse a king, it will wound his pride. He would not understand and perceive your refusal as an opposition. His honors would be for the good of our house, Ned. If Sansa becomes queen, she will birth and raise children who can rule all of Westeros.”

“Robert has told me about his troubles with his council. None of them are loyal to him or to the benevolent cause for the common people. He is surrounded by flatterers who never dare tell the truth and greedy fools who endlessly ask for wealth. I do not wish to have anything to do with the lot of them.”

“Then it is apparent that he deems you the most qualified to be his hand, he needs your Northern staunchness and integrity to use that power to recompense for the kingdom’s shortcomings and discipline his other advisors. But that would mean you would abandon me here for a long time. Is there really no one else in the Seven Kingdoms besides you? You’ve fought for him and with him for half of your life. Can he not spare you from such burdens just this once?”

“I already have enough responsibilities here, which I could not bear without my lady. I need you beside me everyday, Cat.” He turned his head to her and squeezed hands that were atop his muscled belly.

“And so I shall not let him take you. From his behavior earlier, it is beyond doubt that he only seeks to pass on the weight to you while he fattens and loses himself in his gratifications.”

“The King eats and the Hand takes the shit, he said. You are right, indeed. You have my mother’s wit and wisdom and that convinces me more why I should stay.”

This time he faced her to caress her face. He was so beautiful under the full moon’s light and his eyes glowed like a pair of silver moonstones. She was at peace with him and it seemed to her that King Robert’s tempting offer was a trial that was stepping in between them to pull him apart from her. What would political dominion and privilege mean, if that meant that her family will be separated? If the wretchedness of the South as Ned and Robert claimed would not make such sacrifice worthy?

‘Winter is coming’, the Starks always said. Mother Lyarra warned her that it meant that there were other looming and even some unknown dangers in the North that required more scrutiny and preparation than any Southern quarrel.

Risks were everywhere and they had to carefully choose which risks were worth taking. She needs him as much as he needs her. They have to surpass together whatever difficulties and afflictions the world throws at them and the only way that they could succeed in that was to keep him where he is safest, in her arms.

“You rode with him to win every battle and I let you. But this time, I will not let the King obtain his demands. We both know where you belong and you said so yourself that you need me every day so it should be my turn to be obeyed without question, Eddard Stark.” She pronounced with courage and fierceness.

“So it is decided. I will refuse the king as my lady commands.” He asserted with equal passion.

She wasted no second and so she pulled his neck and kissed him deeply. They opened their mouths so that their tongues crashed like the rough sea waves during a relentless storm. He clutched on her lower back and she put her arms around him as their kissing increased in adamance. He nearly lifted her off the floor when they heard a sudden and harsh knock on their door.

“Damn them.” Ned muttered as they both jumped in surprise and let go of each other at the interference.

“My lord, Maester Luwin insists for your urgent audience despite your orders.” Desmond’s voice boomed through the door.

“I think we should dress and let him in, my love” Catelyn persuades. She softly pulls away from him as she walks toward the chair where her sleeping gown is hanged.

“Shall i let him in, my lord?” Desmond asked.

“No. Not yet.” Ned replied with annoyance as he walked briskly and nearer toward the door, still trying to make up his mind if he really must allow Maester Luwin to come in. Catelyn donned her night dress and she proceeded to the hearth to light a fire to heighten the lighting of the room.

“Can he not at least speak of the gist of the important subject?” Ned asked once more. He wished to immediately know why it was worth their noticeable presence at this hour of the night that is to be spent alone with his wife.

“It is best conveyed in private my lord.” It was Maester Luwin who made his attendance known.

Catelyn got up on her feet. She saw that Ned was still reluctant to let Maester Luwin enter and so she sauntered towards the door to open it herself. When she passed by him, Ned grabbed and spun her to kiss her in rebellion. Catelyn almost lost her balance as she was walking backwards while he was pushing her back.

“Ned, what are you doing?” She hissed at him as she broke the kiss.

“I’m serious when I say I don’t want to be disturbed. They won’t bother come knocking again while I’m banging you against this door.” Ned whispered. He tightened his grip on the sides of her hips as he lifted her high up in a single motion. She instantly spread her legs as a reflex to his stimulation and locked him in between her as she placed one ankle over the other. He was wildly kissing her again as he began grinding and they were rhythmically moving up and down. The heat of the friction was increasing and he subsequently inserted three of his fingers to stroke her walls. It went on and on until he could feel her getting more wet.

“Ned…” she moaned gingerly the moment he was accurately hitting on the erogenous spot in the upper wall of her cave in a ‘come hither’ manner. The clawing hands on the nape of his neck braced but as she gazed down to observe his erect cock, she wielded that sword by fondling it with her right hand and kneading the tip of it against her nub.

She could not take it anymore and she moved it lower to her opening. Ned slipped off his fingers inside her and pushed his thick and hard manhood further inside her.

She bit her lower lip as she grunted. She didn’t know if she should scream or persist at keeping it low. She could imagine Maester Luwin still standing outside, waiting to be brought in. He had already said politely that the matter was urgent. Her mind is analyzing what it could be, but what Ned was doing to her now was more urgent than that.

“Why are you so quiet? Cry out loud and let them know” he commanded her and started thrusting as fast and wild as a beast. The roughness and sound of their bodies striking sparked a fire that was blazing inside her and she did what was asked of her.

“Oh, my lord! Gods….” She wailed as he was taking her higher and planting deep marks on the midline of her neck. Her back was thudding against the door and the door was pounding louder. The crushing pressure he was putting on her caused an ache to spread throughout her body and she relished it.

“Please don’t stop, Ned.” She howled. He gently tilted her jaw to the side so he could lick her earlobe and the sensitive spot underneath the angle of her mandible.

“Keep fucking me until the daylight”, she continued to call out breathlessly to make herself bloody bold and clear to them that they were making love and that they are not in their utmost propriety to be concerned with other affairs. After she said it, she heard the footsteps walking farther and diminishing. That was never an unwonted phrase of hers to tell them to please retreat and that always did the magic.

It was good that they understood and she did not hamper herself from moaning even louder. He was heavily turned on by the music that they were creating that he groaned her name along with some vulgar words that Catelyn never thought he would dare say. It did not take long and both had reached their orgasm. He spilled inside her and she knew she would soon be with child.

“You’ve been such a rude and bad direwolf, my lord.” she murmured as their respiration became calmer. She adhered her cheekbone to his temple with a twist of regret for neglecting the obligation to hearken what Maester Luwin protested to be critical and exclusive for their hearing.

“They attempted to defy my orders, so I had to demonstrate why they must abide by their lord and lady’s behest.” He shifted his face so his forehead would stick to hers and he could stare directly into her blue eyes.

She laughed at that and remembered how stubborn and fun Ned could be. Behind his dour and serious guise was his whimsical spirit of creativity.

“Please carry me to bed, love. I don’t think I can pace with these tender loins of mine.”

Ned bounced her up to clasp her buttocks to secure her in his hold. He gently placed her on the bed and she took off her sweated night dress and tossed it on the side table. He climbed to the bed beside her and she rolled to rest atop him and put one leg over his trunk.

“Don’t you wonder about the consequence for what we’ve done? That we did not respond forthwith to a pressing concern?”

“As far as I can recall, there were many other significant and confidential messages that Maester Luwin brought us. Never did we once ignore them. I bet it was just as similar and can be delayed on the morrow. For this night and for the rest of our days, I will give my attention and devotion to you. I promise you that I’m not going anywhere, Cat.”

Ned combed her hair and embraced her tighter. This move of theirs could anger King Robert. Yet Ned assured her that their bond would conquer above disagreements. Perhaps the best thing he could do was to counsel Robert with prudence as to who else could occupy the position.

“I am relieved of your decision, my lord.” She propped on one elbow to give him a peck on his lips. He chose her and their family above his fealty to the King. And she loved him more and more for that.

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Sansa is crowned Queen In The North

Me : :’)

Ned : that’s my girl

Catelyn : my baby girl … my beautiful daughter …

Robb : so proud of my sis !!!

Rickon : big sister !

Margaery : I’m so happy for her

Theon : she deserves this and I’m so happy. she deserves the world

Cersei : look at my little dove

Jaime : oath. fulfilled.

Tywin : three children. why wasn’t she mine? well guess I’ll have to settle with daughter-in-law…

Sandor : the little bird is finally free and singing

Petyr : well I got what I wanted. some of it at least

Varys : how could I not see this

Lyanna Mormont : I KNOW NO QUEEN BUT THE QUEEN IN THE NORTH WHOSE NAME IS STARK. QUEEN IN THE NORTH ! QUEEN IN THE NORTH ! QUEEN IN THE NORTH !

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Ned Stark: I’ll take your advice, friend I’ve never listened to before

Catelyn Stark: I never understood why anyone would murder a person. And then I got cheated on and I was like “oh, okay…I’m not going to do it, but I get it”

Jon Snow: Ah, none of us really know our fathers

Robb Stark: The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time

Sansa Stark: I try to stay optimistic even though I’ll admit, things are getting pretty sticky

Arya Stark: Would you like me to kill that guy for you? Because I will totally kill that guy for you

Bran Stark: You know those days when you’re like “This might as well happen”.

Rickon Stark: No one cared about my opinion when I was a little kid. No one cared what I thought

Daenerys Targaryen: I thought I was going to be murdered my entire childhood

Margaery Tyrell: Aw, I love how you’ll just wear anything

Cersei Lannister: Apparently I would get drunk and ruin parties

Jaime Lannister: My dad loved us. He just didn’t care about our general happiness or self-esteem.

Tyrion Lannister: Sometimes people ask “what do you think you’re doing”. But that just means stop. They didn’t actually want to know my thought process.

Sam Tarley: I’ve never been in a fight before, though maybe you could tell that from the first moment I walked in

Theon Greyjoy: To those watching me: I hear you. I also don’t want to be doing what I’m doing.

Tywin Lannister: One black coffee

Stannis Baratheon: Brush your teeth now BOOM! Orange juice. THAT’S LIFE.

Tommen Baratheon: My vibe is more “you could pour hot soup in my lap and I’d probably apologize to you”

Petyr Baelish: And I said “no”. You know, like a liar.

Ramsay Bolton: Because it’s the one thing you can’t replace

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Winterfell shenanigans with Theon Greyjoy

3. Meeting his namesake

4. First time at the Godswood

5. I cried drawing this

6. I don’t know what they’d done but that day is marked in history as Theon’s realization of his MILFsexual awakening

7.Theon “is this how it feels like to be the oldest sibling” Greyjoy.

8. Arya is impressed by the swordfight training, Jeyne crushing on every good looking young man with a sword, Sansa rooting for Robb

9.One year old Rickon being introduced to an arrow (theon probably names his bow and arrows but is too embarassed to admit it in his POVs)

10. Bran + Theon version of that “into the spider-verse” meme

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Stark generations + parallels

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‘’ She stood on the end of the dock, pale and goosefleshed and shivering in the fog. In her hand, Needle seemed to whisper to her. Stick them with the pointy end, it said, and, don’t tell Sansa! Mikken’s mark was on the blade. 

It’s just a sword. If she needed a sword, there were a hundred under the temple. Needle was too small to be a proper sword, it was hardly more than a toy. She’d been a stupid little girl when Jon had it made for her. “It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time …

… but it wasn’t.

 Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. 

He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.’‘

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Sansa Appreciation Week | Day Seven: Sophie Turner / Queen Sansa

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I'm re-reading Game of Thrones and got to thinking - who said it can't be tudor fashion?

(alt. less book relevant colouring)