#Also looking at you Emilia Clarke!

[jtthompson]

Gerbear with the brunette beardstache. So does he dye his hair or his beardstache? Which is funnier? Does Jaskier dye his hair brown (and gets a relaxer) and this is why he doesn't have blonde curls???

[harrysfolklore]

secret - cs55

summary: carlos has been keeping his relationship secret for 6 months. the world has no idea that he's dating an a list actress

wc: 5.4k words + social media posts. face claim: emilia clarke

folkie radio: guys... why does it feel illegal to post a carlos fic that's not little bitch?? anyway i hope you like this LEAVE FEEDBACK !

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carlossainz55 Short break before heading to Silverstone 🇬🇧

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You stand in front of the mirror, applying the last touches of makeup as sunlight streams through the bedroom window. The reflection shows Carlos lounging on the bed behind you, his dark eyes following your every move. You can't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his gaze.

As you prepare to leave, your mind wanders to the whirlwind romance of the past six months. It all started with a tweet- Carlos expressing his admiration for your character in Game of Thrones. You hadn't known much about Formula 1 then, but his charm and genuine enthusiasm caught your attention.

Fate brought you together at a high-profile fashion event months later. You remember how your heart raced when he approached you, confidently asking for your number. Within days, he'd asked you out on a proper date.

Now, six months later, you're living in a blissful bubble of secrecy. Neither his fellow drivers nor your co-stars have any idea about your relationship. It's a mutual decision - you're both in the spotlight, and this connection feels too important to expose to the world's scrutiny just yet.

You've just returned from a short trip to Spain, where Carlos introduced you to his family. The warmth of their welcome still lingers, making you feel even more connected to him. His parents had embraced you immediately, and you'd spent hours laughing and sharing stories with his sisters. The trip reinforced the feeling that you truly belonged in Carlos' life.

"Do you really have to leave?" Carlos asks, his Spanish accent more pronounced in his sleepy state.

"You know I do, darling. This film isn't going to shoot itself," you turn to face him, taking in his tousled hair and bare chest.

Carlos props himself up on his elbows, a playful smirk on his lips. "But I can think of so many better ways to spend the day."

You walk over to the bed, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Tempting, but I've got to go. We can't all race cars for a living, you know."

His hand catches yours as you start to pull away. "Just five more minutes?" he pleads, pulling you closer.

You allow yourself to be drawn in, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You're impossible," you say, but there's no real frustration in your voice.

"Impossible to resist, you mean," Carlos wraps an arm around your waist, nuzzling into your neck.

"That too," you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. "But seriously, I need to leave soon."

He sighs dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows. "Fine, fine. Go be a famous actress. Leave me here all alone."

"Drama queen," you roll your eyes, standing up. "You've got meetings later anyway."

As you gather your things, Carlos watches you with a mix of admiration and affection.

"You know," he says softly, "sometimes I still can't believe this is real. Us, I mean."

"It's real," you assure him, with a small smile, "And it's ours."

"I guess my obsession with Daenerys Targaryen paid off," Carlos grins, sitting up, "Though I have to say, the real you is even better than any character."

"Smooth talker. No wonder I fell for you so quickly," you roll your eyes playfully as you walk over to the bed, cupping his face in your hands. "As tempting as that is, love, we both have responsibilities. But tonight, it's just us."

He leans into your touch, then pulls you down for a deep kiss. When you part, both slightly breathless, he whispers, "I can't wait."

With a final blown kiss, you slip out of the room, your heart full and a smile on your lips. Another day of keeping your relationship under wraps begins, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Your mind is already counting down the hours until you can be in his arms again, safe in your private world built for two.

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You sink into the plush couch in Carlos' living room, the aroma of your favorite pasta filling the air. This has become your ritual - intimate dinners at home, safe from prying eyes and camera flashes. Sometimes you cook together, but tonight you've ordered in from that little Italian place Carlos adores.

"This is perfect," you sigh contentedly as Carlos settles beside you, two plates balanced in his hands. "I'll take nosy neighbors over paparazzi any day."

"Agreed," Carlos chuckles, handing you your plate, "Though I'm pretty sure my neighbor thinks I've developed an unhealthy obsession with takeout."

"Little do they know you're just obsessed with me," you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Guilty as charged," he grins, pulling you closer.

As you eat, you share stories about your day. Carlos absently traces patterns on your knee, and you find yourself melting into his touch.

"Oh," you say, remembering suddenly. "My team suggested something interesting today."

"What would that be, amor?" Carlos raises an eyebrow, intrigued.

You take a sip of wine before answering. "They think it would be a good idea for me to attend the Silverstone Grand Prix."

For obvious reasons, you haven't been able to join Carlos for a race since your relationship began. The need for secrecy and your busy schedules have kept you from sharing this crucial part of his life.

So when your team suggested you should attend the British Grand Prix at Silverstone to promote your new movie, you felt a surge of excitement. The prospect of finally seeing Carlos in his element, even if you had to pretend not to know each other, made you giddy.

"Really? That's... wow," Carlos said, his eyes twinkling.

"Don't get too excited," you nudge him playfully. "We'll have to pretend we barely know each other, you know."

Carlos groans dramatically, flopping back against the couch. "You mean I can't sweep you off your feet in front of thousands of fans? How will I cope?"

You laugh, setting your plate aside to cuddle closer to him. "I'm sure you'll manage. Just think of it as acting practice for both of us."

He wraps an arm around you, his voice growing softer. "You know, I always imagined the first race you'd attend would be as my girlfriend. With everyone knowing how lucky I am."

"I know, love," your heart swells at his words. "But hey, we'll still be together, even if no one else knows it."

Carlos nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're right. And I am happy you'll be there. Even if I have to pretend I'm not crazy about you."

"Well, there's no pretending now," you look up at him, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Show me just how crazy about me you are."

With a playful growl, Carlos pulls you onto his lap, dinner forgotten as his lips find yours. In moments like these, the secrecy feels worth it - these moments are yours alone, untouched by the outside world.

As you break apart, slightly breathless, Carlos murmurs against your lips, "Maybe we can sneak a moment at Silverstone. A secret rendezvous in the paddock?"

"Now that would make headlines", you laugh, running your fingers through his hair. "'Famous actress and F1 star caught canoodling behind the garages.'"

"Worth it," Carlos grins, pulling you in for another kiss.

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The early morning light filters through the curtains of your bedroom as you help Carlos adjust his red Ferrari hoodie. Your fingers linger on his shoulders, savoring these last private moments before the chaos of race day begins.

"Remember," you tease, smoothing down his collar, "hands to yourself out there, Sainz."

"That might be a challenge, amor," Carlos grins, his eyes sparkling, "Especially with you wearing my number."

You playfully swat his arm, adjusting the Ferrari cap with Carlos' number that sits atop your head. "I mean it. We've managed to keep this under wraps for six months. Let's not blow our cover now."

"Fine, fine," he pulls you close, nuzzling your neck, "But you owe me for this torture."

"Torture, is it?" you laugh, tilting your head to give him better access. "Such a dramatic driver I've fallen for."

"In all honesty," Carlos pulls back, his expression suddenly serious, "I wish I could shout it from the podium today. That I'm the luckiest man in the world because I have you."

"Soon," you promise, cupping his face. "For now, let's enjoy our little secret."

With a final, lingering kiss, Carlos reluctantly steps away. "I'd better go. See you out there, amor."

"Go get 'em, tiger."

Hours later, you arrive at the circuit, your stomach fluttering with nerves. The Ferrari cap with Carlos' number feels like a subtle declaration, a secret sign that only you and Carlos truly understand.

"We'll start with Ferrari," your manager explains. "Given your... interest in the team."

You nod, fighting to keep your expression neutral. If only she knew the real reason for your interest.

As you approach the Ferrari garage, you spot Charles Leclerc first. Carlos had told you stories about his teammate before – his skill on the track, his competitive nature, and his charming personality. Now, seeing him in person, you understand why he's such a fan favorite.

Charles notices you approaching and breaks into a warm smile. He steps forward, extending his hand. "Hello there! I'm Charles Leclerc. Big fan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Charles," you shake his hand, returning the smile. "I've heard great things about you."

"All good, I hope," he chuckles. "Is this your first time at a Grand Prix?"

"It is! I'm thrilled to be here. The energy is incredible already."

"Oh, just wait until the race starts. There's nothing quite like it." He pauses, then adds, "Have you met my teammate yet? He's around here somewhere..."

As if on cue, you hear a familiar voice behind you. "Did someone mention me?"

Your heart skips a beat as Carlos approaches and it takes every ounce of your acting skills to keep your expression neutral as he extends his hand.

"Carlos Sainz," he introduces himself, a cocky smirk on his lips, "Welcome to our garage."

As you shake his hand, you're hyper-aware of every point of contact. This man knows every inch of you, has held you countless times, yet here you are, pretending to be strangers. It's thrilling and frustrating all at once.

"It's great to meet you both," you manage to say, proud of how steady your voice sounds. "I can't wait to see you race."

"Well I hope we make a good first impression," Carlos said, and the look in his eyes told you that it was taking everything in him to keep his hands away from you.

"Carlos is being modest," Charles chimes in. "He's had some of his best performances here. You might be in for a treat today."

You raise an eyebrow, glancing at Carlos. "Is that so? Well, now I'm even more excited to watch."

Carlos rubs the back of his neck, a gesture you know is partly genuine modesty and partly an act. "Charles exaggerates. But I'll do my best to put on a good show for you- I mean, for all the fans."

"I'm sure you both will," you say, including Charles in your gaze to avoid suspicion.

A crew member approaches, informing Carlos and Charles that they're needed for a pre-race briefing shortly, and at the same time, a photographer appears asking for a picture. You pose with Charles first and shortly after Carlos stands next to you, his hand almost squeezing your waist sending shivers down your spine.

After the photo, you reluctantly step away. "I should let you get to your briefing. Good luck in the race, gentlemen!"

As you walk away, Charles say to Carlos, "She's gorgeous, isn't she?"

Carlos feels a sudden pang of jealousy, fighting the urge to declare that you're his. Instead, he replies with a smug tone, "She certainly is. But remember, we're here to race, not to admire the guests."

You make your way to the McLaren garage, where you're introduced to Lando Norris, Carlos' best friend. Lando's infectious energy has you laughing within minutes. You can see why he and Carlos get along so well, and you find yourself wishing you could share stories about your boyfriend with his best friend.

As you're about to leave the McLaren garage, your phone buzzes with a text from Carlos.

Against your better judgment, you find yourself making excuses to your team and heading towards Carlos' driver's room. You slip inside, closing the door behind you and praying no one saw you.

Carlos is there in an instant, pulling you into his arms. "Dios mio, do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off you out there?"

"Behave yourself, Sainz," you laugh, melting into his embrace, "We have an image to maintain."

"Oh? And what image is that?" he pulls back, his eyes twinkling, "Because right now, all I can think about is how adorable you look in my cap."

"Flatterer," you tease, running your hands up his chest, admiring how the race suit fits him. "You don't look so bad yourself in this. First time I'm seeing it in person, you know."

Carlos grins, leaning in to brush his lips against yours. "Like what you see?"

"Maybe," you say coyly, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "But shouldn't you be focusing on the race?"

"You're killing me, hermosa," he groans dramatically, pulling you back against him, "How am I supposed to focus on driving when all I can think about is you?"

"Well," you suggest, "Maybe you need some motivation. Win the race, and I'll give you a proper celebration later."

"Now that's what I call incentive," he pecked your lips, and suddenly his eyes light up with an idea. He reaches for his phone. "Wait, I need a picture of you in that cap. My good luck charm."

You roll your eyes but pose anyway, tilting the cap at a jaunty angle. Carlos snaps the photo, grinning widely.

"Perfect," he says, showing you the result. "This is going to be my new favorite picture."

You're about to reply when a knock at the door makes you both freeze. "Carlos? Are you in there? Last pre-race briefing in two minutes," comes a voice from outside.

You stifle a giggle as Carlos calls back, "Be right there!"

He turns back to you, stealing one last passionate kiss before reluctantly stepping away. "This isn't over," he promises.

"I should hope not," you tease, straightening his collar. "Now go out there and make me proud."

As Carlos heads for the door, he pauses, looking back at you with a soft smile. "Te amo, YN."

"I love you too. Now go be the champion I know you are."

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After the excitement of Silverstone, reality had set in quickly. You had to fly to Switzerland for your latest film project, while Carlos was called to Maranello for team duties. The goodbye had been bittersweet.

Now, a week later, you're on set in Switzerland, immersed in the world of your latest film. The day has been long, filled with intense scenes and multiple takes. As you trudge back to your trailer, your mind wanders to your boyfriend, wishing you could share the day's triumphs and frustrations with him, but he was miles away.

You open the trailer door, lost in thought, and nearly jump out of your skin when you see a figure inside. Your heart rate skyrockets, then immediately settles as you recognize the familiar silhouette.

"Carlos?" you whisper, a mix of shock and joy coursing through you. "What are you doing here?"

He turns, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Surprise, baby!"

You rush into his arms, all exhaustion forgotten as he envelops you in a warm embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne wraps around you, and you feel the tension in your body melt away.

But as quickly as the joy comes, worry follows. You pull back slightly, glancing nervously at the door. "Carlos, how did you even get in here what if someone sees you? We can't risk-"

He silences your concerns with a gentle kiss. "Relax, amor. I was careful. No one saw me come in."

Despite your worries, you can't help but lean into him again, savoring the feeling of being in his arms after a week apart.

"I've missed you," you murmur against his chest.

"I've missed you too," he replies, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back, "It's like I'm addicted to you, I can't be apart from you for too long."

You look up at him, taking in the warmth in his brown eyes, the slight stubble on his jaw that you love to trace with your fingers. The realization of how much you've missed him hits you all at once, and you pull him down for a deeper kiss.

When you part, both slightly breathless, you can't help but laugh softly. "This is crazy, you know. What if my co-stars come knocking?"

"Then I'll hide in the closet like a teenager sneaking around. It'll be exciting."

He shrugged and you playfully swat his arm, but you can't deny the thrill of having him here, in your space, surrounded by the world of your work.

"How long can you stay?" you ask, hoping against hope that it's more than just a fleeting visit.

"I have to leave early tomorrow," he says, a hint of regret in his voice, "I know it's not much time together but I really needed to see you, kiss you, just be with you."

"I have to go back to filming now," you say reluctantly. "But I'll be done in a few hours."

Carlos nods understandingly. "Go, cariño. I'll wait here in your trailer. Maybe I'll raid your snack stash," he adds with a playful wink.

You laugh, giving him one last quick kiss before heading out. "Behave yourself, Sainz."

The rest of your filming flies by, your spirits lifted by the knowledge that Carlos is waiting for you. As soon as the director calls wrap, you hurry back to your trailer, your heart racing with anticipation.

Carlos is lounging on your small couch when you return, scrolling through his phone. He looks up as you enter, his face breaking into a warm smile. "There's my star."

You collapse into his arms, sighing contentedly. "I still can't believe you're here."

After a few moments of just holding each other, you both decide it's time to head to your hotel. You peek out of the trailer, checking if the coast is clear.

"Okay, I think we're good," you whisper, grabbing Carlos' hand and making a dash for it.

You weave between trailers and equipment, your hearts pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Just as you're about to round the final corner to the parking lot, you spot a crew member heading your way.

"Quick, behind here," Carlos whispers urgently, pulling you behind a large lighting rig.

You both hold your breath as the crew member passes by, mere feet from your hiding spot. Once they're gone, you share a look of relief and almost burst out laughing at the same time. The situation was definitely comic.

As you make your final dash to your car, you hear a surprised voice calling your name from behind you. Turning slightly, you see one of the production assistants, their eyes wide with surprise as they take in the sight of you and Carlos hand-in-hand.

Without stopping, you give a quick wave and a "Goodnight!" before practically diving into your car. Carlos follows suit, and you peel out of the parking lot perhaps a bit faster than necessary. Thank god you're not the race car driver in the relationship.

Once you're on the road, you let out a long breath. "Well, that was close,"

"It's okay, amor," Carlos reaches over to squeeze your hand reassuringly, "Even if they saw us, it doesn't have to mean anything."

"But what if they start asking questions?" you glance at him, unconvinced, "Or worse, what if they tell someone? Deuxmoi is already onto us after Silverstone, what if someone tips them?"

"I still don't understand what Deuxmoi is," Carlos looked at you with confusion, which made you laugh, "But we'll deal with it. Remember, we haven't done anything wrong. We're just two people who care about each other."

You nod, trying to let his words calm you. "I know, I know. It's just... I'm not ready for the world to know yet. To have our relationship picked apart and speculated about."

Carlos brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "I understand. And we'll do everything we can to keep our privacy."

"Okay," you agree, offering him a small smile. "Thank you for always knowing how to calm me down."

"It's because I love you," Carlos says simply, his eyes warm as they meet yours at a stoplight.

The rest of the drive passes in comfortable conversation. By the time you reach the hotel, you're feeling much more relaxed, ready to enjoy your time together.

As you park the car, Carlos turns to you with a mischievous grin. "Now, shall we make another escape to your room, or do you think we can manage to walk in like normal people this time?"

"I think we can risk it. But if anyone asks, you're just my very attractive Swiss tour guide."

"Tour guide, huh?" Carlos waggles his eyebrows. "I can think of a few places I'd like to show you."

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you get out of the car. "Come on, horndog. Let's go before you get us into more trouble."

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gossiphub Guess who got caught sneaking out of a movie set in Switzerland? None other than actress YN and Ferrari driver Carlos Sainz! 📸 These two were seen holding hands and looking super close. Could this be the start of a new power couple? What are your thoughts?

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The headlines hit like a tidal wave after your Swiss rendezvous. "A List Actress Spotted with F1 Star Carlos Sainz!" "YN and Carlos Sainz: Secret Romance?" Paparazzi photos of your flooded gossip sites and social media. Fans and media alike dissecting every detail of the grainy images.

You and Carlos spent hours on the phone, figuring out your response. "Maybe we should just confirm it," Carlos suggested one night, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Not yet," you replied, biting your lip. "Let's wait for it to die down a bit. We don't owe them an explanation."

So you played it cool, neither confirming nor denying the rumors. Carlos deflected questions at press conferences with his characteristic charm, while you posted on social media as if nothing had changed. It was stressful, constantly looking over your shoulders, but you managed to keep your relationship under wraps for a little longer.

However, as the world premiere of your movie approached, you made a decision. Curled up on the couch with Carlos during a rare weekend together, you turned to him, tracing patterns on his chest.

"I've been thinking," you started, your heart racing.

Carlos looked at you, his eyes soft. "About what, cariño?"

You took a deep breath. "I want you to come with me to the premiere. As my date. I'm ready for the world to know about us."

Carlos' face lit up with pure joy. He sat up, pulling you onto his lap. "Really? You're sure about this?"

"I'm sure," you nodded, cupping his face, "I love you, Carlos. I'm tired of hiding it."

He peppered your face with kisses, unable to contain his excitement. "I love you too, YN. So much. You have no idea how happy this makes me."

"I think I have some idea," you teased, gesturing to his beaming face.

Carlos pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. "No more sneaking around? No more pretending we're just friends?"

"No more," you confirmed.

He kissed you deeply, pouring all his love and excitement into it. When you parted, both slightly breathless, Carlos grinned. "So, do I get to coordinate my tie with your dress?"

"Is that all you're thinking about? Fashion?" you rolled your eyes affectionately.

"No," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "I'm also thinking about how I get to show off the most beautiful, talented woman in the world as my girlfriend."

The night of the premiere arrived quicker than you expected. Carlos looked devastatingly handsome in a sharp black suit, his hair perfectly styled. As you put the finishing touches on your makeup, you caught him watching you in the mirror, his eyes full of adoration.

"What?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

He shook his head, smiling softly. "Nothing. I just can't believe how lucky I am."

In the limo on the way to the theater, Carlos took your hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. "Nervous?" he asked.

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "A little. You?"

"Excited," he replied, bringing your hand to his lips for a soft kiss. As the limo approached the theater, you could already hear the roar of the crowd. Carlos pulled you close, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. "Remember, no matter what happens out there, it's just you and me. Okay?"

"You and me."

The limo door opened, and suddenly you were blinded by camera flashes. Carlos stepped out first, then turned to offer you his hand. As you emerged, the crowd's volume doubled. Carlos kept his hand on the small of your back, a constant reassuring presence as you made your way down the carpet.

When you reached the photo spot, he pulled you close, his arm wrapping securely around your waist. The crowd went wild, cameras clicking furiously. You could hear reporters shouting questions, but you focused on Carlos, on the warmth of his touch and the love in his eyes.

As you made your way down the carpet, Carlos couldn't seem to keep his hands off you. He'd lean in to in your ear, his hand never leaving your waist. At one point, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, sending the photographers into a frenzy.

You stopped for a few interviews, Carlos by your side the whole time. When asked about your relationship, you simply smiled and said, "We're very happy together." Carlos would beam at you, his pride evident in every glance.

By the time you entered the theater, you were both giddy with excitement and relief. As you took your seats, Carlos leaned over, his lips brushing your ear. "You were amazing out there. I love you so much."

You turned to him, your heart full. "I love you too. Thank you for being here with me."

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The Dutch Grand Prix in Zandvoort, the first race after the summer break. You were attending again, but this time, you walked into the paddock hand-in-hand with Carlos. There was no need for secrecy. You were here as his girlfriend, and the world knew it.

Fans call out your names as you make your way through the paddock, and you both wave, Carlos' arm protectively around your waist. The comfort of being able to show your affection openly still feels thrilling.

As you approach the Ferrari garage, you spot Charles chatting with some engineers. He turns and breaks into a wide grin at the sight of you two.

"Well, well, if it isn't the happy couple!" Charles calls out, walking over to greet you.

"Charles, I don't think you've been properly introduced to my girlfriend yet," Carlos laughs, pulling you closer.

You exchange pleasantries, and then Charles shakes his head, chuckling. "You know, I feel terrible now. I literally wanted to ask you out that day at Silverstone because I had no idea you were together!"

You all share a laugh at the irony, and Carlos playfully narrows his eyes at his teammate. "Watch it, Leclerc. She's taken."

"Be nice, darling," you swat Carlos' arm lightly, "Charles is just being honest."

As you watched Carlos chat animatedly with his teammate, you couldn't help but feel a sense of rightness. This was where you belonged, by Carlos' side, sharing in his world.

"Carlos, we need you for a quick strategy briefing," the engineer said, glancing at his watch.

Carlos nodded, then turned to you with an apologetic smile. "Duty calls, amor. I shouldn't be too long."

"No worries," you assured him. "I'll find ways to entertain myself."

He leaned in, kissing you softly. "I'll text you when I'm done," he promised, then followed his engineer out of the room.

With some time to kill, you decided to explore the paddock. It felt liberating to walk around openly, no longer worried about being spotted or sparking rumors. As you passed the McLaren garage, a familiar voice called out to you.

"Well, if it isn't Mrs. Smooth Operator herself!"

You turned to see Lando Norris grinning at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Lando!" you greeted him warmly. "How are you?"

"I'm good, but more importantly, how are you?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Finally free from the chains of secrecy, eh?"

You recalled the night when the headlines about your relationship with Carlos had broken, and Lando had been the first to reach out. That evening, over dinner at your place, you and Carlos had shared the story of your six-month secret romance with him. Lando had been surprisingly supportive, and since then, he'd become a close confidant and ally.

You chatted with him for a bit, he was someone always fun to talk to and you were happy Carlos had someone like him in his life.

Just then, your phone buzzed with a text from Carlos.

"Let me guess," Lando said, a knowing smirk on his face. "Lover boy is calling?"

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. "As a matter of fact, yes. I should probably go."

"Go on then," Lando shooed you away playfully, "Go be disgustingly in love somewhere else."

You laughed, giving him a quick hug before heading towards the Ferrari hub. As you walked, you felt happy to be able to walk openly into his private space without worrying about prying eyes or rumors.

You knocked softly on the door of his driver's room. "Come in," Carlos called out.

As you entered, you found Carlos sitting on the small couch, still in his casual team gear. He looked up, his face breaking into a warm smile as he saw you.

"Hey you," he said, standing up and crossing the room to pull you into an embrace.

"Hey yourself," you replied, melting into his arms. "How are you feeling?"

Carlos pulled back slightly, his hands resting on your waist. "Better now that you're here," he said, his eyes twinkling.

You laughed softly, reaching up to smooth a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Charmer. But really, how are you?"

He took a deep breath, his expression turning more serious. "A little nervous, if I'm honest. The pressure is high here."

"That's natural," you nodded understandingly, your hand coming to rest on his cheek, "But Carlos, you're amazing. You've got this."

"Thank you, cariño," he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly, "Your support means everything to me."

For a moment, you both stood there in comfortable silence, foreheads touching, breathing each other in. There was no rush, no fear of discovery. Just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment before the storm of the race.

"I love that we can do this now," you murmured, breaking the silence. "No sneaking around, no looking over our shoulders."

Carlos smiled, pulling you closer. "Me too. It feels right, doesn't it? Having you here with me, openly by my side."

You nodded, your heart swelling with emotion. "It does. I'm so proud to be with you, Carlos. To support you."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. You responded eagerly, pouring all your love and support into the gesture.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you replied, your fingers tracing patterns on the back of his neck.

A knock on the door interrupted your moment. "Ten minutes, Carlos," came a voice from outside.

"I should go," you said reluctantly, but Carlos held onto your hand.

"Stay with me?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. "Just for a few more minutes?"

You nodded, squeezing his hand. "Of course."

You sat together on the small couch, Carlos's arm around you, your head resting on his shoulder. No words were needed; your presence was enough to calm his pre-race nerves.

As the minutes ticked by, you felt Carlos take a deep breath, his body shifting as he prepared mentally for the race ahead.

"Time to go be a superhero," you said softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze.

Carlos smiled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before standing up. "Wait for me at the finish line?"

"Always."

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[linnienin]

🖤A s t e r o i d ⁕ P a n t h e r a ⁕4 1 9 8🖤(through the signs and degrees) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Y o u r ⁕ p r e d a t o r y ⁕ e n e r g y ~~~~~~~~~~~

A warrior, a schemer, a predator. Smooth and calculated movements, planning how to kill you in complete silence. The black panther doesn't show off their plan, they only show you their claws.

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The panther is part of the leopard family but it's easily identified because of its black mantle. Usually outcasted due to this difference, they face more difficulties in their habitat as they can't hide so well like others leopards (a black spot is easily identified by potential preys). They take the harder route, panthers also love to jump from tree to tree to assess the situation from a higher perspective. Because of those challenges, they know how to get a better understanding of their environments and know how to use it to their advantage

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🖤 M y ⁕ i n t e r p r e t a t i o n :

In my opinion, Asteroid Panthera (4198) in a birth chart shows you:

⁕ How you scheme to catch your target ⁕ How you fight to gain respect ⁕ Your fighting temperament

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The special-0 degrees : They are THE panther🖤. Surrounded by a mysterious but fiery aura. They have qualities that resembles the ones of these felines. Could love to climb or run as a sport. Enjoy risky activities cause they crave that adrenaline rush 🔥. They could even have physical traits resembling those of a panther, like a feline type of appeal (especially if you have this asteroid in 1st house and 0°). Dominant personalities. Get easily involved in fights lol. They have a big ego and have a need to show their potential to everyone, cause they really crave recognition. Possessive but very caring. Put others needs first, cause this way they feel they're the provider and hold the power.

Celebs examples of Panthera at 0°: Simone Ashley, Jennifer Lawrence, the Weeknd, Beyoncé, Jamie Campbell Bower, Johnny Depp

Aries / 1-13-25 degrees : Straight to the point, leaving their mark boldly 💥. Quick, harsh movements. Impulsive if triggered. Experts of both mental and physical aggression because of their experience. They never hold back to new scary trials, cause they're fearless. Incredible strategy skills, you make It looks like you come from the army lol (maybe you do!). But even if they create different plans they usually stick to one plan until the end, yes, even if it means dying on the battelfield (sometimes being fearless can make you blind to danger). Kings/queens of the territory. Insatiable warriors. Strike first, strike hard, no mercy.

Celebs examples: Amita Suman, Angelina Jolie, Charlize Theron, Emilia Clarke, Uma Thurman, Meryl Streep

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Taurus / 2-14-26 degrees : Waiting in the lair for the food to come lol🍗. Not an obvious striker. Slow but steady, plan to trap their prey with their sensuality. Da 'lazy' panther: they don't even bother to plan or think about catching their prey, they get It like this 👏. Sometimes they may appear superficial or dumb, but well, it's part of their stategy 😉. Everyone wants them because they look at them as the perfect throphy and these natives know this very well as they have a high sense of self-worth. They're silent most of the times cause they're relaxing knowing they got ya... "why you feeling ✨ jittery✨darling, i'm here with you...oh sweetie by the way, did you buy that tiara of diamonds i told you i really liked?" 👀. So pretty It hurts...yeah, hitting your self-esteem to make you fall at their feet 😏

Celebs examples: Marylin Monroe, Monica Bellucci, Elizabeth Taylor, Keanu Reeves, Naomi Campbell, Grace Jones

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Gemini / 3-15-27 degrees : Too fast you can't keep up 🌪️. You won't see them coming in any way. They are like a rap song, you're vibing until you realize the words they're speaking 😶. Funny queens/kings that kill you with their sense of humour. Rolling eyes at you, putting into discussion your crafting level as their strategy to make you feel worthless. They have beautiful nails/claws (ngl they really do). These mfk are so freaking versatile and well-rounded, they can do anything... No one knows as many things as they do. The real street smart. They make you think you dodged them but they have already 1827829292 other plans on how they could catch you, you have no escape sorrynotsorry 👋

Celebs examples: Rihanna, Beyoncé, Jamie Dornan

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Cancer / 4-16-28 degrees : Baby panthers everyones wanna protect 🥺, until you realize you should have protected yourself from them lol. So frail they could break and cut you with one of their heart's sharp broken pieces. Jumping on you by jumping on your emotions. Changing moods 24/7 to confuse you even further. Shiny deeply emotional eyes on all the time. They rarely leave their lair but when they do, you know it's trouble (cause they reached an extreme). Like the moon, they catch your attention by making themselves appear all alone, until you realize they were always in their comfortable spot and only waiting for you to get trapped by the immense darkness around. 🌚

Celebs examples: Lily Rose Depp, Chadwick Boseman

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Leo / 5-17-29 degrees : Grumpy cats that want it all *cute umpf sound*😾. Get out of their ways to catch their prey. Hella talented. Work so freaking hard to improve their skills you'll see them making a whole choreography while hunting. They catch so many people's attentions. Now they use that crowd as a fortress with no exits for their prey to escape 😘. But hurt their ego and they can take a looot of time to get back to hunting with some pride. They're the best at taking care of their people, they share the food (keep the best part for themselves tho lmaoo) and they're protective towards their loved ones. Truly fighters with a biig heart and of course they have a *dramatic showy hunting style* 💃

Celebs examples: Letitia Wright, Lupita Nyong'o, Helena Bonham Carter

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Virgo / 6-18 degrees : Peekaboo from da green bush 😶‍🌫️. Panthers with a green thumb for growing detailed organized plans. Perfectionist predators. Calculate every millimeters, every possible outcome, to the point of overthinking It all and not even starting the plan lol. Intelligent and adaptable, quick learners. Can make you think they're weak with their bodily constitution and shy because they don't speak much. Truth is, they're studying you and their surroundings. Make the best advisors, cause they can see what's missing from the bigger picture and they usually don't initiate the hunt. Stay physically behind others' backs but are mentally ages ahead. Outsmart everyone in the end (if in good form and with their doubtful part of the brain shut lol)

Celebs examples: Halle Berry, Winona Ryder

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Libra / 7-19 degrees : Graceful panthers, so poised they resemble perfect statues. And they make you believe they are that harmless...but careful not to fall for it 👀. These people don't aim directly to their prey, they get to it through others (the type to not dirty their hands lol). The glue that keeps the pack intact. They're loved by everyone, gentle smiles, kind gestures, they make sure they are pleasant to be around . Keep their outward persona all in check, constantly clean and polish their shiny fur 💅. Balanced, not too risky in their moves, they always test the waters first and adapt to the responses they get. Choose their words carefully to hit the weakest spot. Kill their prey with kindness and charisma, then offer them dessert to not feel guilty 🙃🍰

Celebs examples: Jamie Campbell Bower, Vincent Cassel, Zoe Kravitz

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Scorpio / 8-20 degrees : The arm reacher distance. No, they don't have the COVID, they have the INTIMIDATION. No one wants to mess up with them. They have the blackest and thickest and shiniest fur of them all. But they rarely show their powerful moves, all they got are rumors spreading from people that SAW. If some other naive panther try to provoke these natives out of fun, they got to be prepared to suffer from Scorpio panther's psychotic fun .This is how they get the people to respect them out of fear. Sneaky and untreceable, they're the best at erasing their fingerprints. Get into their prey's mind. Predicting every little action and elaborating a plan on it. They don't like to strike right away, but prefers to take their time with it cause they enjoy playing and see their prey's reactions to their little scary games 😈. Very private and jealous, won't share their prey with anyone.

Celebs examples: Darkota Johnson, Carrie-Anne Moss

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Sagittarius / 9-21 degrees : Can't stay still a sec. Always get in the way of other's people lol. Two panthers are fighting for the throne? Lemme jump in real quick and make a showstopper mooove 🤸‍♀️ (by risking their lives..yeah 🤦‍♀️). *everybody gets mad (but still laugh)*. "weee everybody sorry, i thought it was match break! I am the lady holding the round sign ya know thisss". Makes mistakes but knows how to crack a joke on them. They don't usually attack intentionally, as they don't really stand cruel actions. But they could kill by mistake cause they take up so much space and are very energetic, you get in their way, you dead😂. Their big presence ,easygoing nature and funny/entertaining behaviour win people's hearts (and their prey's too 👀)

Celebs examples: Michelle Yeoh, Taylor Swift, Scarlett Johannson, Lena Headey, Al Pacino, Simone Ashley

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Capricorn / 10-22 degrees : Why so serious? 🤡 These people have gone through hell and back, no surprise they become the Devil. They tried them all, the bad, neutral and good strategies, they got a baggage of experience that could have either made or broken them. Always disappointed with others. Wise with a mind of a genius, but if this trait of them is neglected by people, the lack of respect could trigger them to suppress their emotions and use this detachment to manipulate others' feelings pretty well. Calm and premedited actions. They take time to kill their prey, they wanna consume them till they can't get it anymore and wanna hear them begging to give them that feeling of respect they didn't get before. Natives that people can consider too strict/inflexible (almost like tirants) if they get to rule as King/Queens panthers. (but they're just good people to whom bad things happened 🥺, lemme give you a hug 🤗)

Celebs examples: Heath Ledger, Zhang Zi-Yi, Grace Kelly, Alan Rickman, Jennifer Lawrence, Maggie Q, The Weeknd, Audrey Hepburn, Alexa Demie, Bruce Lee, Kristen Stewart

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Aquarius / 11-23 degrees : Loner panthers that don't give a heck of getting to the Queen/King's panther's throne cause they're already building one of their own 😎. Making their own rules, getting their own land, initiating a whole new way of living. And then people see how cool and innovative their way is, and how strong they are to have built all of their empire alone, so they get easily influenced, and individually choose to become their plebs. And this is how they sterminate all their preys at once lmaoo. Unpredictable actions, have unique ways to hunt that may seem weird to people, but they're not afraid to show them by being themselves. This silent confidence can only gives more appreciation and genuine respect to the natives. Can get quite a lot of controversial stares too from close-minded people, but again, they just don't care 😇

Celebs examples: Zendaya, Joaquin Phoenix, Lana Del Rey, Keira Knightley, Anya-Taylor Joy

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Pisces / 12-24 degrees : The forgetful predator and utopian leader. Create some fantastic plan than only can exist in an imaginary world cause gravity cannot bend to these native's thoughts unfortunately lol...or maybe it does cause they're manifestation king/queens hehe✨ . But everyone is obsessed with them even if they make a lot of mistakes. People are very very confused by these natives and Pisces panthers take this to their advantage. Manifesting their prey like this 👏...but then they don't feel like attacking them lmao... or coff coff... they were sleeping and missed it 😆. Chill around, but cannot not getting involved in the drama cause they're curious by nature. And then the drama (and so the prey too) hunts them, trying to switch the roles, giving them even more opportunities to catch what they want. Not the best at striking to the front, but will hunt you in your dreams.

Celebs examples: Kim Kardashian, Jenna Ortega, Michelle Pfeiffer, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Michael Jackson, Eva Green, Johnny Depp, Maisie Williams

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And you've reached the end of the post!

Thank you for staying with me 💖

I hope this post entertained you and also gave you some cool info on your placement!

Lemme know if you resonated, and if you didn't let me know equally😊 as you know, i value your feedback a lot ✨ I'm aware this asteroid is an untamed territory, so take in mind this is just my personal interpretation

As always,

I wish you all a wonderful day ahead! Be well, Yours, Linnie 🖤

( Sorry @brielledoesastrology if this took so long, i loved the suggestion of your request, and i hope this post satisfies it 😘 )

[kellyvela]

Did Sansa ever dream to be with hound the night she was in bed with tyrion and it was before Sandor sexually assaulted her? Was that GRRM being too much into the beauty and beast?

Has GRRM said that he thinks drogo and Daenerys were a nice couple? Would that change anything about Sansa x sandor being one-sided attraction?

(Also, sorry to bother you. I haven’t read the books, but I came across this information after unintentionally stumbling upon a sansan video while searching for Sansa content and reading the comments. I just wanted to clarify—hope it’s not too much to ask.)

GRRM has specifically said that in the Books Daenerys wedding night was consensual (Because in the end she says "YES"), but this was changed in the Show, where that scene was not consensual.

I personally think that in both, Books & Show, Daenerys wedding night was not consensual.

Dany's first sexual encounter with Drogo was changed to assault. He undresses her and bends her over onto her knees while she cries. Then the scene cuts away. "Why did the wedding scene change from the consensual seduction scene ... to the brutal rape of Emilia Clarke? We never discussed it. It made it worse, not better," Martin said in "Fire Cannot Kill a Dragon." Source

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Now, about Sansa's nightmares with men that traumatized and abused her:

In ACOCK cujo tries to rape her during the night of the Blackwater Battle.

In the next book ASOS she marries Tyrion. During her wedding night Tyrion tries to rape her as well but stop after seeing her repulsion to his not consensual touches.

Later, also in ASOS, when she's in The Vale disguised as Alayne Stone, after hearing her aunt Lysa having sex with Petyr Baelish during their wedding night, she remembers her own wedding night and also remembers cujo's words.

Later, the same night of her aunt Lysa's wedding, Marillion the bard tries to rape Alayne Stone but she was saved by Lothor Brune, who Sansa at first thought it was cujo because Lothor's raspy voice sounds similar.

And much later that same night she has that nightmare about her wedding night with Tyrion and her husband morphing into cujo.

As you can see, it's all conected with the sexual abuse she endured and the trauma that abuse left.

The cujo cultist talk and write a lot about Sansa's nightmare of her wedding night, where Tyrion, her husband, morphs into cujo, to the point of calling that nightmare a "wet dream" about cujo (they are the ones having wet dreams about cujo, not Sansa), but they will never talk about how Sansa had a similar nightmare with Joffrey, her former betrothed, morphing into Illyn Payne in previous chapters in the same Book:

“Once she dreamed it was still her marrying Joff, not Margaery, and on their wedding night he turned into the headsman Ilyn Payne. She woke trembling.” 

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa II

The memory of her own wedding night with Tyrion was much with her. In the dark, I am the Knight of Flowers, he had said. I could be good to you. But that was only another Lannister lie. A dog can smell a lie, you know, the Hound had told her once. She could almost hear the rough rasp of his voice. Look around you, and take a good whiff. They’re all liars here, and every one better than you. She wondered what had become of Sandor Clegane. Did he know that they’d killed Joffrey? Would he care? He had been the prince’s sworn shield for years.

(...)

That night Sansa scarcely slept at all, but tossed and turned just as she had aboard the Merling King. She dreamt of Joffrey dying, but as he clawed at his throat and the blood ran down across his fingers she saw with horror that it was her brother Robb. And she dreamed of her wedding night too, of Tyrion’s eyes devouring her as she undressed. Only then he was bigger than Tyrion had any right to be, and when he climbed into the bed his face was scarred only on one side. “I’ll have a song from you,” he rasped, and Sansa woke and found the old blind dog beside her once again. “I wish that you were Lady,” she said.

—A Storm of Swords - Sansa VI

That nightmare about Tyrion and cujo, two men that tried to rape her, happens after another man (Marillion) tried to rape her. That's the connection between all those men, there's nothing romantic there, not wet dreams, not lust, not future romance foreshadowing, not true love.

And much later, when Petyr Baelish kissed Sansa without her consent, she will remember Marillion's words the night he tried to rape her. I repeat, it's all connected with the sexual abuse she endured and the trauma that abuse left.

Here more things I wrote about the cujo cult:

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And about Sansa and the Beauty & the Beast, read more here:

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There you have it, GRRM never said that any of these "ships" are "nice." But cujo cultist would twist his words in their favor, despite GRRM saying the contrary several times over the years.

[vinnianlovesdinosaurs]

House of the Dragon Hot Take except I don't care what number I'm on because this is a more important post than usual.

I feel like the majority of GOT/HOTD/ASOIAF fans see this post as "common sense" but a lot of you don't act on it so I'm just going to say it anyway. Stop threatening the actors. Stop bullying the actors. Stop threatening people that have different opinions then you (i'm SPECIFICALLY looking at toxic team green and team black stans right now.) I have seen people like Iwan Rheon, Carice van Houten, Jack Gleason, Sophie Turner, Kit Harington, Emilia Clarke, Tom Glynn-Carney, and Matt Smith get treated like absolute SHIT because of their characters, their appearance, their gender, and their acting. It is truly disgusting and dehumanizing to go on social media and see people sending death threats to actors and actresses because people don't like their character. I'll give examples on what I mean:

Iwan Rheon - Has been harassed for playing Ramsay.

Jack Gleason - Got sent death threats for playing Joffrey.

Kit Harington - Got sexually harassed in public numerous times and I believe threatened at least once for playing Jon. He also gets made fun of for wanting to be seen as more than a pretty face and body. He also got ridiculed for saying being randomly touched in public and having people practically harassing him about his appearance makes him reasonably upset.

Matt Smith - People bully him for his appearance, harassed him AND his MOTHER on twitter, and people accuse him of supporting abuse towards women because he plays Daemon.

Carice van Houten - Got sent death threats for playing Melisandre.

Sophie Turner - Got bullied off of almost every social media at some point for playing Sansa. She's also the victim of almost every misogynist GOT fan on the internet all for playing Sansa.

Emilia Clarke - Has been sexually harassed in public and gets bullied online for being a "terrible actress" for doing what the script and director tells her because she played Daenerys.

Tom Glynn-Carney - Got rape allegations put against him on twitter because of the episode where Aegon rapes Dyana. They said that because Aegon is a rapist Tom is too.

I have said this time and time again, you guys are fucking EMBARRASSING!! Get a god damn grip on yourselves and instead of acting like morons who can't separate character from actor/actress go outside and breathe in some fresh fucking air.

[themoonlitquill]

Team Black vs. Team Green.

I recently have gotten a LOT of asks about my position on TB vs. TG due to me making a poll about a fanfic I'm in the process of writing about Aegon II Targaryen and an OC of mine. There have been many that have said something along the lines of 'did you watch the show? look at all the SA he did and how EVIL he is towards Rhaenyra' and 'how can you support decisions of TG when they are the ones usurping' etc., etc., and it's EXTREMELY frustrating to me and here's why.

First of all, it is a FANFIC, a work of FICTION created by FANS, which means that 90% of it is NOT canon (whether it be show, movie, or book) and that means a lot of the ORIGINAL story/plot could be changed, along with the direction of the characters and their development. Which MEANS, that while I understand some of the stipulation behind it, that isn't going to change my mind or sway me away from diving into how utterly fascinating I find Aegon and the Greens to be.

Secondly, I have indeed watched the show, both seasons, more times than I can count. When I say that I am a House of the Dragon nut, I mean it. And when I say that I am a Targaryen, I mean it. I have been completely obsessed with their house and their lore and their history and EVERYTHING to do with them since I first seen Emilia Clarke show up on my screen like the ethereal goddess that she is. I know A LOT (both show AND book canon), which is why I have no qualms when I say that if I were to write about ANY in the fandom, it would be the Greens, regardless of the fact that I am TECHNICALLY for Rhaenyra and the Blacks.

In my opinion, there is a lot that was missed when it came to the Greens and their situation. Where was the turmoil that Alicent went through giving birth to her first son when she was a child, the product of a marriage that she was thrust into by her father? And before any of you stans come at me and say 'she should've told Rhaenyra, that's where the betrayal started' when in reality all the problems started with Viserys and his innate desire for a son that ended up killing Aemma. And ALSO his decision to NOT betroth Rhaenyra and Daemon YEARS BEFORE when he knew damn well that it would've stopped a lot of the issues, but ya'll ain't ready for that yet apparently.

And coming back to Aegon and the whole 'usurpur' angle. Did he or didn't he? When you break it down, it's both a yes and a no. He is the FIRST BORN SON of the King and has a very good claim to the Throne. It isn't like in GoT with Robert's Rebellion and Kingslaying for Baratheons and Lannisters to take it; this is a TARGARYEN PRINCE. Viserys named Rhaenyra his Heir and all the Lords of the Seven Kingdoms swore an oath, BUT Otto (ugh, sorry can't stand him, but Rhys SLAYED his portrayal) was smart enough to know that when it came down to it, if Aegon were to be put on the Throne instead, it would still be accepted to a point DESPITE those oaths because Aegon is male AND is BLOOD RELATED TO THE KING. So really? Why is everyone reaching so hard? This is the entire POINT of the show and the whole ASOIAF universe. There are LAYERS to EVERYTHING, but there are so many that refuse to see the grey areas and instead resort to making it all black and white, which just doesn't make sense to me.

So in conclusion, don't flood my ask and messages with comments about a FANFIC when there is so much to consider when you get down to the nitty gritty of it all. What I choose to create isn't affecting anything and if you think that it does, well, I'm sorry to hear that and I hope you take the time to actually research things before being rude.

[cigarettesaftersae]

homesick - 10 every breath you take

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: sae x f!reader | childhoodlovers!au

Stuck in a small town near the coast with a previous crush on a boy who returns after years

Christmas note at the bottom:p

Inside this warm and cozy cafe, off to the corner of the small town lays two pretty best friends. With soothing coffee juzz steaming up the air and flowers on the wall, “You have to, please.” Mel insists, her eyebrows flared up like Emilia Clarke as you shake up some orders. Your back turned, facing all the customers and her till you once again answer with a “No, I already told you I’m busy.”

“Oh with what? All you’re doing is dressing up for a bit. I need a model for like a second.”

“Yeah last time that happened, it wasn’t for one day.” Ever so the stubborn girl you are, staying determined with your one and only answer. It was necessary for your opposing answer which originated on past events when you last accepted with care, Mel had took you captive for about a whole day and two.

“And I’m busy with… my job, and writing and stuff.” Your brief words didn’t come out quite confident leaving a suspicious thought in Mel’s head

“Right… and what is your writing about?”

“Gothic literature, isn’t that cool?” You try and change the subject to rinse her mind of what she was trying to pull you into. Modeling for her new brands of clothes on the company she worked on, the last time you did it you found yourself on the cover of a magazine. Last time, you checked you wrote for those kinds of stuff not posed for it.

“Y/n, please, babygirl.” Her persistence was unwavering, her begging carrying a desperation that might seem excessive for something as trivial as this appointment.

“Can’t you ask someone else?” you say, tilting your head slightly. “Or maybe get one of your teammates—or a co-worker—to help you out instead. That one guy, uhh…Jude?”

“I can’t.” Mel groans in distress “We were in a meeting and they all just chose me as a recruiter because last time they seemed to like you.”

“Uhh ever heard of rejecting an offer?”

“Well you weren’t there, they just pushed it on me.”

“You’re horrible, absolutely horrible” You say with narrow eyes and an accusing pointing finger between her eyes

“And you’re lovely, that’s why they want you.” Her lips curved into a cocky smile

“So that’s a yes.”

“Nope”

Your focus remained locked on Mel’s brown eyes, so drawn in, like a black hole, that you didn’t notice Sae walking out to the front—a rare occurrence when he was working. As he handled a few orders, your attention stayed with Mel, your preoccupation earning you the unofficial title of Bad Employee of the Month.

Then something shifted. Mel’s gaze wasn’t on you anymore. It had drifted past, landing directly on Sae Itoshi.

You didn’t need to read her mind; her expression screamed it loud and clear. Still, you tried to cut it off before it started. “Uh, no.”

“Ugh—why not? Who is that hottie? Why didn’t you tell me you were working with a total babe?” Mel squealed, her excitement bubbling in her usual girly fervor. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “He even looks kind of familiar...”

“That’s Sae Itoshi,” you said, keeping your tone casual, though you already anticipated her reaction.

As expected, Mel’s jaw dropped. She froze, eyes wide and unblinking, stuck in a loop of shock.

“No way. That’s Sae Itoshi?”

“He’s going to reject. He’s kind of a dingus,” you said, shrugging.

“A dingus? Uhh, that is Sae Itoshi. Awesomely hot, insanely talented, and clearly too cool for this job,” she gushed, practically vibrating in place as she ogled him.

“Are you kidding me?” you deadpanned. “The guy’s gotten like half the orders wrong today, and I’ve been secretly fixing them. This guy order a coffee with no cream and he put two extra creams. How does that happen? He’s only good at soccer.”

Mel, entirely unfazed, sighed dreamily. “He’s even more gorgeous in person. And his lashes—ugh, they’re longer than mine. That’s just unfair.”

“Yeah, he’s also Mister Mysterious Childhood Boy,” you muttered, almost to yourself, but loud enough for Mel to catch it.

Her silence was deafening, her expression screaming realization. “Wait... Like, as in vending machine boy? That was Sae Ito—”

You slapped a hand over her mouth, muffling her exclamation. “You’re so loud!” you hissed, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s gonna hear you!”

Mel’s wide eyes darted between you and Sae, her excitement barely contained even through your palm.

“He’s not gonna agree to your modeling—Mel, what are you doing?” you whisper-yelled as she suddenly got up from her seat.

Without hesitation, she crossed the room, her gaze locked on Sae like a predator zeroing in on prey. You scrambled to follow her, but she was too quick. Standing across the counter from him, Mel leaned in slightly, her confidence radiating.

“Agree to my team’s model,” she said firmly, her voice carrying the kind of determination that could stun anyone. But would it be enough to sway someone like Sae Itoshi?

You caught up to her, panic bubbling up as you tugged at her arm. “Mel, stop—”

She turned to hush you with a dramatic wave of her hand, not even sparing you a glance.

“Please,” she continued, her voice softer now, almost pleading as she looked directly at Sae. “It’ll help your soccer career. Think of the exposure.”

Sae’s gaze locked onto her, sharp and assessing, as though he was scrutinizing every inch of her with an intensity that made even you uncomfortable. His expression was unreadable—cold, calculating, and completely unaffected by Mel’s enthusiasm.

“You think I need someone like you,” he began, his voice low and cutting, “to boost my career? A lousy loot like you?”

The words dripped with disdain, slicing through the air like a blade.

“It’ll magically help our dearest Y/n,” Mel insisted, her tone softening into a pleading lilt as she leaned just a bit closer.

You cut in, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. “Sae, you don’t have to—”

But Sae raised a hand, silencing you without so much as a glance. His attention stayed on Mel, his expression unchanged, icy and unmoving.

“What clothing?” he asked, his tone devoid of enthusiasm, as if the very question bored him.

“Calvin Klein,” Mel blurted out, her voice quick and eager, clearly hoping to sway him.

Sae’s gaze didn’t soften, nor did his expression change. “Talk to my assistant about it,” he said flatly, turning away as if the conversation was already over.

Mel turned to you, a smug grin tugging at her lips. “Huh… that was way easier than I thought. Did you notice how he started to agree after I mentioned you?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re in denial. He started to agree after you mentioned Calvin Klein.”

But Mel wasn’t done connecting dots. Her expression shifted, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Wait—didn’t you say your co-worker took care of you when you got sick?”

“Yeah, why?” you replied with a shrug, unsure where she was going with this.

Mel’s jaw dropped slightly, her voice dropping to an excited whisper. “It was Sae!”

You stared at her, unbothered. “Yeah, so what? He was only doing it because Maria convinced him.”

“Righttt…” Mel dragged out the word, a knowing smirk creeping onto her face. “Because Maria convinced him. Totally not because he secretly cares about you or anything.”

You shot her a flat look. “You’re delusional.”

“Am I?” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows with a sly grin. “Or am I just really good at reading the signs?”

“You’re really good at being delusional,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

Mel ignored your jab, her excitement undeterred. “So… do you still want to model?”

You raised a brow. “You got Sae Itoshi on the job.”

“Yes, but we need a girl too,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You sighed heavily, the weight of her persistence finally wearing you down. “Fine,” you groaned “but you owe me lots and lots of hot chocolate with whip cream too.”

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“I seriously can’t believe you got Sae Itoshi to model for us,” one of Mel’s coworkers gushes, her eyes practically sparkling as they linger on Sae’s striking face.

Mel smirks, adjusting her clipboard. “It actually wasn’t that hard.”

You glance at Sae, who stands just a few steps away, quiet and composed as always. Mel and her team buzz around, preparing the set.

“I thought you weren’t going to do this,” he says, his tone neutral but his teal eyes briefly meeting yours.

“Mel’s magic words,” you reply lightly, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“Do you usually model?” Sae ask after a pause.

“Once, Mel needed someone for some bra product photo shoot. Next morning, I woke up on the cover of a magazine.”

He hums in response, his gaze sweeping over the bustling set. Then, as if drawn by some invisible thread, his eyes return to yours. “You must be used to this,” you say, quieter now, almost hesitant.

For a moment, there’s silence. His eyes hold yours—steady, piercing, and unreadable. It feels as though the rest of the world has melted away. If you let your imagination run wild, you could almost believe his hand and yours were inching closer, magnetized by some unspoken force.

But then, just as quickly, he looks away, breaking the spell. You blink, jolted back to the present, and wonder what went through his mind. Sae Itoshi: so mysterious, so cold—and yet, you think, there’s something there. A flicker of something only you seem to notice.

“Alright, the set’s all ready. You two good to go?” Mel strides over, clipboard in hand, her tone brisk.

You nod, stealing a glance at Sae. He pinches the skin on his left thumb, a small, almost imperceptible gesture.

Was he nervous? No, that couldn’t be it. Sae Itoshi doesn’t get nervous. Maybe it was a habit, or perhaps a ritual for luck. Either way, the action felt oddly human, peeling back another layer of the enigma before you.

Ever so mysterious, you think, ever so unreachable. And yet, here he was, standing right next to you.

“First up is you,” Mel says with a smile, her tone cheerful but commanding as her eyes land on you.

Your stomach drops, and you feel the weight of regret settle over you. Why had you agreed to this again? You swallow hard, forcing a weak smile in return.

“You’ll be introducing a new product my team and I developed,” Mel explains, her clipboard held tight against her chest. “It’s a casual pair of baggy jeans—super trendy right now. And…” She pauses for dramatic effect. “You’ll also be introducing a bra product.”

“Again?” you groan, your voice dripping with exasperation.

Mel smirks knowingly. “You have to do it. We used your exact measurements to model this bra. You just have the greatest boobs”

“Excuse me?” Your jaw drops, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Before you can argue further, Mel spins you around and gives you a gentle shove toward the set. “Go on,” she says, her voice leaving no room for negotiation.

Still reeling, you reluctantly take your position. Behind you, Mel turns to Sae, her professional demeanor returning.

“And you,” she says briskly, “my teammate will explain your job.”

Sae’s icy gaze shifts to her, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he doesn’t move, as though considering whether to comply. Then, without a word, he walks off toward the team member, his posture confident and detached, like he’s done this a hundred times before.

Mel watches him go, her smirk softening into a satisfied smile. “Always so compliant when he wants to be,” she murmurs, mostly to herself.

You glance back at Sae, watching as he listens to instructions with his usual calm intensity. Even from this distance, there’s something about his presence that feels larger than life—aloof, yet magnetic.

“Focus!” Mel’s voice cuts through your thoughts, snapping you back to your own task. You sigh, adjusting the fit of the jeans as the camera crew begins to circle. “Okay okay..” you mumble with a pout.

The shoot finally began, a flurry of activity surrounding you as the crew adjusted your outfit, tended to your makeup, and ensured every detail was perfect. Under the lights, you posed modestly, doing your best to follow their instructions.

Once your turn was over and you stepped off the spotlight, you made your way back to Mel, a warning already on your lips. “You better not use those for any covers,” you said, narrowing your eyes at her.

Mel held up her hands defensively, though her grin was anything but innocent. “I told you, we’re sending these to our manager. He decides if they’re good enough.”

She paused, then added with a mischievous glint in her eye, “He just seems to really like your pictures... and I’m sure Sae will too.

Mel punctuated her tease by wiggling her eyebrows dramatically.

“That’s… a no,” you replied flatly, crossing your arms.

“Oh, come on,” Mel whined, clasping her hands together in an exaggerated plea.

“Come on what?

“It’s obvious,” she said, as if the answer were written in neon lights above your head.

“No, it’s not. And I barely have time for… all that,” you countered, waving a hand dismissively.

“You can’t just push it away,” Mel pressed, her tone edging toward exasperation.

“Watch me,” you shot back with a bit of sarcasm, turning on your heel with a pointed glare.

Sae takes up the stage as if the stage was made for him, besides his unbelievable soccer talents he butchered flawless beauty like no other. Leading all eyes on him, finding it hard to pass by him since anyone even maybe you wanted to just stay right where he was. “Hey” the voice capturing you, shocking you into reality, looking up you see Jude, Mel’s very handsome co-worker you might add “oh, hey” you wave a smile “I’m glad you came back here to help us. It’s a great pleasure” His smile grinned and shined his pearly white teeth, his bold lips, and arch on his nose completing his looks. “It’s my pleasure” Your gaze drifted back to the red hair ahead. Jude caught the shift “Heard Mel and you recruited him, how’d you do it?”

“It was mostly Mel actually.”

“Mel said the same thing but instead you did most of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing full well it was exactly the kind of thing Mel would say. Before you could respond, the shoot wrapped up, and Sae stepped out of the spotlight.

It wasn’t the sight of him leaving that caught your attention—it was the fact that he was walking straight toward you. Your breath hitched as he got closer. The faint yet rich scent of his cologne reached you first: a blend of woody tones with something warm, almost soothing, like the ocean at sunset. It overpowered your thoughts, lingering more than the presence of Jude standing right next to you. Sae stopped just short of you, his voice calm and unhurried. “I’m heading to Maria’s. Did you want to come?” The question floored you. Of all the things Sae Itoshi could say, this was not one you—or anyone else in their right mind—would have expected. “Oh…well I promised I was going to hang out with Mel. I’ve been really busy lately and she just got back in town.” His expression remains the same, but you notice maybe…a pout on his lips? Maybe you’re imagining things, yeah.

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there with a strange knot of guilt and confusion in your chest.

“Well, I’m gonna get going,” you said to Jude, barely meeting his gaze before taking off. “Got a whole day ahead.”

You hurried away, only to bump straight into Mel, who grabbed your shoulders dramatically.

“What was that?” she asked, her tone laced with incredulity.

“What was what?” you replied, feigning innocence.

“That, he was basically asking you, ‘come with me baby,’ like a Jake and Rose” Mel even re-acts the scenes from the Titanic, hugging out her arms towards you

“Uh, he definitely did, in his Sae Itoshi way,” she insisted, wagging a finger at you. “Also, is Jude still trying to hit on you?”

“Hit on me?” you repeated, blinking in surprise.

“Yeah, girl. He’s into you,” Mel said with a knowing nod.

You shrugged it off with a laugh. “I’m not into anyone, so good luck to anyone out there.”

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extra

On a Monday afternoon, Sae sat across from you, as he did every week for your usual Monday lunch. This week, however, the air carried a faint buzz of holiday cheer—it was Christmas week, a time for joy, presents, and festive cheer. None of which seemed to affect Sae’s ever-aloof expression.

In front of you sat a half-empty cup of coffee, its warmth still rising in faint wisps, while Sae quietly worked his way through a simple meal of rice and salted kelp.

Without a word, you reached into your bag and placed a small, wrapped box on the table, carefully sliding it toward him. It was neatly tied with a red bow, and the sight of it felt slightly out of place next to his no-nonsense demeanor.

“I got you a present,” you said, your tone casual but with a hint of nervousness as you tried to gauge his reaction. “You can open it right now.” You smile, and he looks at you then back at the box. His slender fingers unfolding the bow and lifting the top finding a mini plushie of himself inside and laying beside his mini version is a note. “You can read the note later” You rush before he opens it.

“It’s me” He says lifting up his plushie. “With a small star on your head” You giggle softly

“Here” Sae slides over a box and you gasp “No Way, a present from the Sae Itoshi.”

“Just open it” He looks out to the window. With a peek inside, you see a bit of fur, it’s soft and cute. A cat plushie, which you discussed with him when you were sick. “Are you Santa?”

“Only if you like stupid stuff like that” Sae remarks, watching as you gleam at the present he brought.

With a wave of goodbye, you two separate away into the snow and Sae heads off to his black gleaming car. Sitting inside on his passenger sit was your present. He gently opens your note card, being greeted with an tongue out :p emoji, “Merry Christmas Sae, I hope you like the present and for next year that you smile more often rather than being a grumpy grinch. You have nice dimples.” love, y/n

[kakiastro]

From

South Node Libra

To

North Node Aries

Your Nodes is the main reason why you’re here(born) in the first place, from a soul point of view.

Your rising is the roadmap on how you’ll get there. The planets is the lessons you’ll learn on the way.

Also look at your Nodes houses and rulership planets.

Libra- 7th house and your Venus

Aries- 1st house and your Mars

South Node Libra

-you learned at an early age about diplomacy and unfairness. You may have had to share your things, even if you didn’t want to with others. “Sharing is caring” was drilled into you hard. You may had to be the mediator in your family whenever a fight or argument broke out. This was a constant theme throughout your life.

As you got older, you found yourself being put in the middle of situations and feeling like you have to choose a side. Even if you heavily disagree with someone, you’ll try to find someway to keep the peace.

You understand what unfairness means because you grew up surrounded by those who were or you were. Social justice and fairness runs deep in your bones. These are the people who will speak up for others.

These natives also understand balance and try to hear from everyone’s point of view before deciding on who’s right. Most times they struggle with picking sides because they see from other point of views.

These natives has a great fashion sense, something they developed young probably from a a family member.

In several past lives, you were probably a diplomat of some kind, the mediator so these are skills you’ve mastered.

North Node Aries

From the diplomats to the general. You’re use to putting everyone else before you, now you must learn to prioritize your own need first. Now this doesn’t mean not helping people! It means to stop giving everyone your oxygen tank when you’re barely breathing your damn self. Look at it this way, you’ll help others better when you help yourself first.

With your SN energy, you’re good at seeing other points of view especially in conflicts. However this cause you to not want to get involved too much or you struggle with picking a side. Growing into your NN energy, you may take the lead in conflicts and say “this is what we’re not going to do and what we’re going to do.” Now I know this just gave you the shivers because you’re not about the drama lol. You don’t have to be, you just have to make a decision that’s fair for everyone involved.

Standing up for yourself, now with SN Libra energy, you struggle with this. I’m not saying you’re a pushover but you’re not a fan of open conflict unless you’re pushed into it. Your greatest strength is fighting for others, which is an incredible gift to have. However, you have to learn to fight for yourself as well, even if you stand alone, which can be terrifying for you all. The thing is, you’ll never be “alone” because you’ve established friendships with that Sn energy, now it’s time to be the leader that they already look up too.

You’ll move into your North Node until you pass. This is a lifetime lesson for you to learn.

Celebrities with these Nodes

Will Smith

Kit Harrington

Emilia Clarke

Daniel Craig

Michael B. Jordan

Kat Denninga

Pam Grier

Yall there’s so many celebs with these Nodes lol

It makes sense cause Libra is a creative sign as well and SN may have been attracted to the arts at a young age.

Thank you for reading!

[ms-rampage]

Anything For Khaleesi

John "Soap" MacTavish x Fem Reader

Warnings: Smut. Language. Some fluff.

Word count: 4k

Author's note: I am a firm believer that Soap has a crush on Game of Thrones character Daenerys Targaryen (or Emilia Clarke in genral), and refers to her as his wife. So Y/n decides to exploit that crush. Also, lots of Game of Thrones talk, sorry to those who don’t watch the show. I had only recently started watching it myself. 😅😅😅

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So you've been working with the 141 Task Force for not long, you're an operator. Ever since your arrival Soap had taken a liking to you, but of course he would never admit it.

He played it off as being friendly, since he's that way with everyone, but you were 100% sure he has a crush on you.

One time you were going to his room because he had borrowed some laundry detergent. Oh the irony, you hope he hadn't used all of it since you bought it in bulk and was expensive.

When you approached his quarters, you knocked on the door. "It's me!." you say before being allowed entry.

"It's open." you hear him respond.

You enter, and hear the sound of a dragon, and people screaming coming from his TV.

"Game of Thrones?." you ask, turning to look at what he's watching.

"Mhm." he hums, not looking away from the TV.

"Do you still have that laundry detergent I let you borrow last week?." you ask, turning to him, but his full attention is on the television.

"It's over there." he answers, motioning to the shelf behind you. Taking it from the shelf, needing to get some laundry done before you're stuck with piles of paperwork for the next few weeks.

"Catching up?." you ask him, on his status of the show.

"Rewatching." he replies, still not paying attention to you.

You could've walked into his room naked and he probably wouldn't even notice, or naked with a baby dragon on your shoulder.

"Your eyes are glued to that damn tv." you joked, trying to break his concentration.

To your surprise, he actually looks away from the TV to look at you.

"You watch the show?." he asks, sitting up slightly in his seat.

"I’ve only watched up until season 4. Mid season 4." you tell him, "Haven't caught up since."

He chuckles, "You're a few seasons behind lass." He has that cute little side smirk that made you fall for him, but you’d never tell him that. It would cause a lot of teasing from his end.

You sigh, "Yeah, I know, but I have laundry to do, I'll catch up at some point. I gotta get going, I’ll see you around.”

“See you later lass.” he says, before leaving his room.

Fast forward to several weeks later, a few weeks away from Halloween. You assumed no one dressed up for the day. The occasional decoration here and there, some candy, but nothing serious.

You chuckle, as you knock on his door, “You alright in there Soap?.” You don’t know, but he actually jumped as you knocked at his door.

Ghost scared you on a mere daily basis, especially when he would turn up unexpectedly as you walked down the hall. So that can count as a Halloween scare. Walking down the same hall as Soap’s quarters, which is in the same building as yours. You hear the sound of moaning coming from his room.

Getting up from his seat to open the door, “Y-yeah, I’m fine.” he says, trying to keep his cool, and himself collected.

“Alright, cause it sounds like you’re watching porn in there.” you joke which makes him turn red.

“I’m, uh, watching Game of Thrones.” he mutters, “It's at a-.”

“Sex scene?.” you finish his response, “I figured. Well I won’t interrupt, enjoy your sex scene.”

That response makes him laugh, “You’re welcome to come in, since you need to catch up on the show.”

You decided to take him up on his offer, “You know what? Sure, I’ll watch it with you.” That put a smile on his face.

You can’t tell, but he’s internally doing flips, and cartwheels because Soap does, in fact, have a crush on you. Gaz and Alex being the only ones who know this, Ghost doesn’t really interfere in that sort of thing, and Price suspects Soap has a thing for you, but not it being mutual.

“What season are you on?.” you ask him, taking a seat on his couch.

“Finishing up season 7.” he tells you, “Am I gonna rewatch it again? Yes.”

“I got to season 5.” you tell him, “So spoilers are ahead of me for this season.”

“I got you.” he grabs the remote, and changes the episode to season 5, “What episode?.”

“I believe episode 9.” you tell him, “I’m getting to that one.”

He changes it to season 5, episode 9. The Dance of Dragons. It gets to the part where they’re in the fighting pit, and the Sons of the Harpy are attacking, surrounding Daenerys, Missandei, Tyrion and Jorah, then Drogon comes to save them, taking Daenerys to safety.

“Daenerys and Missandei are totally in love with each other.” you say, “Either that, or they’re really really close friends.”

“Both, possibly?.” he says, “She’s had many lovers, Drogo, Daario, and spoiler, Jon Snow in the later seasons. If I had a woman like her, I’d never let her go.”

Now that makes you throw your head back in laughter, “You think you’d have a chance with the Mother of Dragons?.”

“Absolutely!.” he tells you in a matter of fact tone, “I would definitely have a chance with her.”

"You got a crush on her? Or Emilia Clarke?." you ask, shifting in your seat.

"Both." he responds, "She's my wife."

That really makes you holler out. He's ridiculous, and an idiot but he's your ridiculous idiot.

You two continued to watch the rest of season 5, then all of season 6, and you made your way into season 7. At some point you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. He felt butterflies in his stomach seeing you asleep. You looked so cute, and he didn't want to move, not wanting to wake you. A whole episode later, you wake up. Forgetting where you were. “Shit.” you mutter, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey sleepy head.” he teases youu, “You missed a few episodes of season 6.”

"How long was I asleep for ?." you asked, sitting up.

"An hour, you missed half of episode 2, and the first half of episode 3." he tells you, "Or at least I think you did."

You checked the time on your phone, and it was starting to get late. "I should get going, it's after 11."

Soap checks the time on his phone, "Shit, we really did watch a whole season. Well I did at least you fell asleep".

You sleepily laugh at his comment, "Shut up." Followed by a yawn.

You both get up from the couch, he opens the door for you while you gather your things. "Goodnight." you tell him.

"G'night." he responds as he closes the door.

A few days later, you're in your room doing some paperwork, taking a minute or 2 away from it. You search online for any Daenerys Targaryen outfits and a silver wig. You wanted to test the waters and see how Soap would react to you dressed as his so-called 'wife'.

You found a few of them, you were wondering what outfit would he like the most.

You settled with the blue dress she had worn season 3.

The silvery blonde wig, you wanted it to be real hair so it'll be easier to braid, but synthetic hair is slightly cheaper, and nearly similar. So that is what you went with. You ordered the dress, shoes, the wig and other accessories. Making sure you got the right size and measurements, even if it was a little big, you can always hem it, but if it was too small then you'd have to DIY your own dress after spending so much money on the one you purchased for one day, or somehow lose a ton of weight for it to fit.

With Halloween being a few weeks away, you hope it came sooner rather than at the last minute.

A week passed, and your items had arrived. You went to check for your mail, and everything came in a box. You looked like a gremlin going from the mailroom to your quarters with a semi large box in your hands.

Making it back to your room, you open the box and the dress is beautiful, from looking at it. It looks like it'll fit you.

The silvery blonde wig, now it won't suit you, but hey, it's only a costume, not a permanent look.

You had it prepared, and ready for Halloween, the wig you kept on a lamp that you never used. You hoped no one saw it, so you kept it at the far corner of your room covered by a stack of boxes.

You and Gaz were hanging out in the base's lounge area.

"Does anyone ever dress up for Halloween?."you ask him.

"Not really, with Ghost wearing his mask all the time, it feels like Halloween all the time." he tells you.

You let out a soft laugh, "Yeah, I can imagine."

"Price and Laswell usually have bowls of candy here and there, but nothing too major." he continues. "Why? Are you planning on dressing up?."

You shrug, as if you didn't spend money on a silvery blonde wig and a dress, "Probably not, wouldn't know what to dress up as anyway."

Some time later you walk down the hallway towards your room, and surprise, it's Soap man coming from the opposite direction.

"Y/n!." he calls out.

"Hey." you greet back to him.

"Haven't seen you for a while." he tells you, "Laswell keeping you busy?."

You let out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, she's been keeping me busy. Paperwork that I still need to get done."

"I'll let you get back to it." he tells you, hand on your shoulder. "See you around."

And that day has come, Halloween. 7am. You took a shower before getting dressed, you put on a little bit of makeup before you got dressed. You carefully put the blue dress on, so it wouldn't get stained by your makeup. The cloak that came with the dress, the dark pants and boots.

This could be an everyday outfit for you, without the cloak though.

Finally, the wig, you had styled it the night before. Taking 2 small pieces of the hair making it into one braid, then taking 2 more pieces and making them into one braid. It sounds complicated, but the image helps out when doing it.

Luckily the wig came with a bald cap, keeping your actual hair away, and in place.

Having the whole outfit intact, you almost didn't want to look in the mirror out of embarrassment, but when you did, your whole face turned red.

"Oh my god." you hold back your laughter, one hand over your mouth. This color of hair did not suit you.

"Oh fuck, Y/n. What are you doing?." you tell yourself. Oh that's right, you wanna know if Soap actually has feelings for you, and so you dress up as The Mother of Dragons, Daenerys Targaryen for this holiday to get a reaction out of him.

Just go about your day, don't even acknowledge the fact you're wearing a very silvery blonde wig. It suits Emilia Clarke, but not you.

You gather your stuff and go on with your regular route on base. Soap probably isn't in his room, he's probably in his office, or chatting with the other members of the 141.

Your regular route involves going by Captain Price's office, and so you made a quick stop at his office. He's usually there, plus you had to give him some files that Laswell had you working on the past week.

Once you get to his office door you knock on it even though it's open slightly.

"Come in." he responds, looking down as he fills out some paperwork.

"Captain, I have the paperwork Laswell wanted me to give to you once I finished." you tell him as you enter.

"Set them down Y/n." he tells you. Setting them down on his desk.

"Was there anything else Laswell wanted me to do for you?." you ask him, still waiting for him to look up at you in this ridiculous wig and blue dress.

He sighs, "No, not that I-." He cuts himself off when he sees you in this costume. "Know of." He lets out a breathy chuckle that makes you burn red.

"Did you attend to the dragons, Khaleesi?." he asks in a joking matter, but playing along with whatever is it that you're doing.

You can't help but burst into laughter, "I did, and they're growing everyday. Soon they'll be able to feed themselves."

You both share a laugh for a few seconds.

"I think you're the only one who dressed up." he tells you. "That's if the others dress up."

"I would say Ghost too, but then he looks like that all the time." you tell him. "I think it'll be a tied costume contest if there's one."

You two chat for a bit, getting a few compliments from a few other soldiers walking by.

"Soap is gonna lose his mind when he sees you." Price tells you, "I know you and him are fans of the show."

"I'll know it when he sees me." you tell him, "I'll see you around Captain."

You continued down the hall, your usual route that you do everyday. You hear Gaz and Soap's voices coming from the lounge area. You stop in your tracks, fix your dress, and wig before proceeding.

Soap sat with his back to you while Gaz turned his head as you walked in.

"Hey guys." you greet them as you walk in. Keeping your cool, and trying to act like you're not wearing a costume.

"Uhh hey, Y/n." Gaz greets back. Soap hasn't looked at you until you sat in the chair in front of him.

"Hey Soap." you say, taking a seat in the chair across from home, looking through a book that is on the table in front of you.

"Hey Y/-." he stops as he is completely hypnotized by your appearance. Hand placed over his mouth. You can't tell if he's laughing, or crying, or both.

But his change of mood, makes you do the same.

"What?." you ask, putting on an innocent tone "What's wrong??."

"What are you doing?." he asks, if you didn't know any better you can tell his eyes were heart shaped right now.

"I'm doing anything." you say innocently. "Just reading." You flip through a page in the book you're 'reading'.

He knows what game you're playing, and it's a dangerous one. "You're a tease. You know that lass." he tells you before getting up from his seat and leaves.

"Am I a tease?." you ask Gaz.

"You planned this? Didn't you." he answers your question with a question.

"In a way." you respond. "Didn't mean to give him an awkward boner.". Making you two laugh.

Towards the end of the day, you've gotten many compliments on your costume. Hell, even Ghost complimented you, it's not unusual, but somewhat rare.

You're heading back to your room, right when you pass Soap's room his door immediately swings open, and he pulls you in. You didn't even have time to process what just happened, it was very quick.

Locking the door the second you're in. Pinning you against the door, both his hands on either side of your head. Your hands are down to your sides, flat against the door.

"You cheeky little minx, you thought I wouldn't notice lass." He tells you, his eyes dark and feral.

"I don't know what you're talking about Johnny." you tell him still playing the innocent card. His face inches away from yours.

"I think you do." he whispers in your ear, his whole body pinned against yours. You can tell your cheeks are red by the burning sensation you feel. Feeling a slight poke at your inner thigh.

"You wanted to get a raise out of me, did ya?." he growls, moving a strain of hair from the wig out your face.

A smirk now on your lips, "I know how to get you. It's quite easy."

One of his hands snakes to the back of your neck, the other on your waist. A growl comes from the back of his throat, "You know how to get me going, especially dressed like this."

His lips clash with yours, a moan escapes your mouth. One of your legs snakes around one of his. Both your hands on his shoulders.

His kisses are rough, and aggressive. His hand squeezes the back of your neck. Making your legs weak. Seeing this, he grabs you by your thighs and lifts you up. Carrying you towards his bed, dropping you onto the bed, breaking the kiss, letting you catch your breath.

"Fuck." you pant, biting your lip, looking up at him. He chuckles looking down at you, pressing his forehead against yours.

"Gotcha where I want you Khaleesi." he says with an exhale, before kissing you again. His lips hungry, and wanting more of you.

You hand trails up his shirt, he grabs your hand, stopping you from going further.

"Not so fast." he chuckles, breaking the kiss, "Since you decided to tease me. You're gonna take it like a whore."

His words made you wet down there. You can feel it. You love this feral side of Soap.

"Strip." he commands you, taking a few steps back to give you some space.

You start with the shoes, once those were off you got to the pants, lifting up the dress slightly to remove them.

Once those are off. You unclipped the cloak, tossing it aside, same with the necklace. You stop for a moment.

His eyes still dark, even more dark than from a few minutes ago. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?."

"No." you mutter in a soft, naive tone. Grabbing the dress but it's hem, you pull it up and over your head. Your bra and panties, matching the same color as the dress. You notice the bulge in Soap's pants.

You're about to remove your wig when his words stop you.

"Leave the wig on." he orders you. There you are standing in your sargeant's room in your matching bra and panties on Halloween. He can't help, but take in your beauty. He's had a crush on from the day he met you. The only thing in common you two have is this damn show, probably other things too.

"You're.. so beautiful." he tells you, feeling butterflies in his stomach. Cupping both your cheeks, and placing another kiss on your lips. Your hands gently touch his neck, one of them, tracing down to his pants.

His movements are fast, he quickly spins you around, forcing you to bend over on his bed. Knocking the wind out of you. "Shit." you mutter under your breath.

You hear the sound of his belt being undone, followed by a zipper. His rough, calloused hand giving you smack on your left ass cheek causing you to yelp.

He yanks down your panties, the only thing that was covering how wet you are. Running two of his fingers down your wet folds.

"Khaleesi, wet for me already, huh?." he teases, followed by a chuckle and him sucking on his fingers. You feel the tip of cock, teasing your entrance. Causing you to whimper and squirm.

One of his hands gripping your shoulder to keep you place, while the other is on your hip. Enjoying how you try to get away from him.

"Just like how the Dothraki fuck their women, huh?." he whispers in your ear, forcing his cock into your wet core.

"Fuck!." you exclaim, grabbing the bed sheet as he rocks his hips against yours. "Oh. Fuck."

Letting you adjust to his cock before pulling down, and shoving it inside you at a more aggressive pace. Your tight walls squeezing his cock as you push yourself back against him. Back arched.

Abusing your poor hole, stretching you out completely. You feel him put his hand on your stomach.

He chuckles, "Looks like I'm inside you, lass." Going back to his fast, rough pace.

You're holding onto his blanket for dear life, balling it up to muffle your screams into. He was ready to get you to cum over and over for the rest of the night.

Once he's done abusing your back hole, he turns you over onto your back. Both of you are sweaty, and out of breath, but he was determined to get you to cum.

Somehow your wig stayed on during all that. He kicks his shoes off, shirt already gone as well as his pants, and boxers. He stood naked before you, while the knky article of clothing you had on was your bra.

Trying to catch your breath, he attacks your neck with bites, and soothes them with kisses. Leaving his mark on you.

"Johnny, please." you beg, feeling your makeup run from the sweating you're doing.

A shit eating grin on his face with one hand on your waist, "Please what doll?."

You let out a pathetic moan, "Please fuck me."

Letting out a devious little chuckle, "Anything for Khaleesi."

He lines himself up with your soaked velvety entrance, and shoves himself in you. Pinning you down, grabbing both your wrists with one hand while the other remained on your waist, giving him a better advantage to rearrange your insides.

"Fuck." you cry, arching your back.

"You take me so well baby." he groans, snapping his hips back and forth against yours. "You know how to get me going."

Hoping no one hears the pathetic noises you're making, but at the same time you wouldn't really care, especially if he was making you feel this good.

You begin to feel yourself come undone.

"Fuck.. J-Johnny." you whimper, "I need to-." Followed by the most pathetic whimper you've ever produced.

"C'mon lass, use your words." he teases you yet again.

"I need to… cum." you cry, tears running down your face, "Please.". Your toes curling, feeling like you're losing control of your limbs.

"I want to cum with you." he tells you, one hand on the back of your neck again, "Together, can you do that for me?."

You let out an incoherent moan.

"Use your words, love." he places a kiss on your forehead that turns you into putty.

"Y-yes, Johnny.. I can." you try your best to mutter out. He continues to fuck you at an aggressive and rough pace, like he's trying to catch up with your euphoric climax. By the time he knows it, he's ready to release himself.

"Where?." he asks, holding back until you give him permission where to release himself.

"Inside.. please." you plead.

He raises his eyebrows, "You sure?."

Nodding, "Yes, please."

His movements become sloppy, and start to slow down. "Please, I need to-." you beg yet again.

"With me, my love." he tells you, foreheads touching. You both cum at the same time. The feeling of release, makes the both of you nearly pass out of pleasure. Soap drops himself on top of you. Breathing heavily, sweaty and needing to take a shower.

"You okay love?." he checks on you, moving the strain of wig hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." you respond, "You were amazing." Bringing a smile to his face, "You were better.". He places another kiss on your lips. He takes in the image in front of him.

You naked in bed with him, and dressed as the Mother of Dragons, or what is remaining of your clothes.

"I'm not sure how this wig stayed on during all that." you joked, taking it off for a second to fix it. Soap laughs at the fact you're wearing a bald cap to keep your actual hair intact.

"Nice bald cap lass." more teasing from the Soap man.

You let out a soft chuckle, before putting it back on "Shut up."

You two proceeded to stay in bed a little longer before showering, but you two ended up staying in bed for the rest of the night.

[visenyaism]

What's the casting choices you dislike the most in GOT / HOTD. Personally I think Mance looks too serious and tall. He's just a silly little guy in my mind, Ramsey has no business being hot he should be disgusting. And Brienne I like the actress but come on she's a model 💀

this is going to be extremely controversial but I could never personally really get behind Emilia Clarke as Daenerys. She did alright especially as the show went on but something about it was always just a little bit off from what I had imagined reading the books. They cast a pretty good Victarion to play Euron for some reason and that didn’t work but that was just kind of a baffling writing choice too. Also making renly like a scheming twink for homophobic reasons sucked but the actor did a good job with what they had.

[formulatrash]

holy fuck the Alfa Romeo press release writer has once again absolutely knocked it out of the fucking park

The subtle tension between history and modernity is one that requires skill to manage. Skew any which way, and the result is out of balance: too backwards looking, or too focused on things to come. This difficult balancing act, however, can be very rewarding when done right, when the perfect mix of its ingredients is achieved: and this is what we set out to do in Imola, one of motorsport’s shrines.

Imola is a track that boasts an impressive history, dating back to its first race in 1953: it’s a circuit born in Italy’s motorsport heartland, with the help of Enzo Ferrari himself – there’s no bigger endorsement for a track in this country. Still, Imola was never a track to sit on its laurels: as a venue, it had to adapt, evolve, keep in tune with the times – in its layout and its identity. “Auto-motovelodromo Prototipo CONI di Imola” was always a mouthful, and the colloquial name of Circuito del Castellaccio – after a nearby hill – became Autodromo Dino Ferrari in 1970, and finally Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari in 1988, as it played host to events such as the Italian and San Marino Grands Prix and, more recently, the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix. Many a time its corners were changed, with chicanes added, turns reprofiled, sections amended: Imola is a work of evolution, never ending and always morphing, but without ever losing its soul. Imola is Jim Clark and Nigel Mansell; it’s Alain Prost and Michael Schumacher. It’s obviously Senna. It’ll be the champions of tomorrow.

The space between tradition and the future is also one where Alfa Romeo lives and thrives. Since 1910, Alfa Romeo embodies the spirit of noble, Italian sportiness: under its aegis, some of the most iconic cars – both in motorsport and in the automotive industry – have come to life and gone on to inspire generations of car lovers. But Alfa Romeo is strongly focused on the future, with the daring ambition to reinvent sportiness for the 21st century. In the upcoming electrified world, Alfa Romeo cars will still embody passion, thrills, elegance. Alfa Romeo reinvents itself in each new car, without losing track of what makes it the brand it is: each future generation carrying within the spirit of the Alfetta 158 that led the brand from its motorsport beginnings.

We celebrate heading to Imola in this spirit. We honour our history and tradition, with our gaze firmly forward – to great things to come. In a city, Imola, itself combining a historical core with the modernity of its suburbs, we stand on the shoulders of giants and set out to write another page of Alfa Romeo history.

do you know how fuckin good you have to be to write the FUCK out of a grand prixview email like this? they have to be some sort of god tier writer, a giant walking among us.

[libradoodle1]

There are many rumors that have been said about Kit harington and Emilia clark . Do you believe either of them? There are those who do, and I am one of them. I wonder what you think?

I believe they did date at the start of the show, way back when they first met, maybe around the taping of S1. I know they’ve said otherwise, but I don’t believe them.

And I suspect they’ve also had hookups off/on through the years. I think theirs is a special connection that doesn’t come along often in life and they both recognize that.

I’m Kimilia trash so I’ll always have a special place in my shipper heart for them. I wave that flag proudly

*plus, look how hot they are together? I can’t help shipping them; I’m only human 😍

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

Secret Invasion Ep. 1: Resurrection

spoilers below (only read if you want want spoilers of have seen the 1st episode)

HOLY SHIT! I was not expecting that.

So, we already saw the first 5 minutes of the show. Ross gets tackled to the ground by Agent Prescod and they fight. It looks like Prescod is winning the fight by nearly strangling Ross to death(!) when he is suddenly shot (by Ross himself?). Ross runs away with the evidence but is followed by someone. He is asking for an fast extract and is answered by Maria Hill, who gives him a close-by extract point. Ross is further being chased by the unknown stranger, falls down some stairs and gets hit by a car (!). He gets chased up a rooftop. His only escape is a long jump... which he fails! He falls down from a great height (!), but is still able to move. But he is in pretty bad shape when Hill arrives (the blood!). The unknown stranger also arrives and reveals himself to be Talos, who was chasing Ross. Who decides that this is a good moment to die (!)- and instantly turns from his human form into a Skrull!

God, I know I wanted some Ross whump- BUT NOT LIKE THAT. 😂 The question is: where is the real Ross. They called this one a “Ross imposter”, so the real Ross still has to be out there somewhere. But of course they don’t mention him again...

The rest of the episode is what you could expect. Interesting enough. Olivia Colman is delightful (unsurprisingly), Emilia Clarke really impressed me.

And then the ending... Gravik takes on Fury’s form and shoots Maria Hill. Pretty sure she is dead... and she does not turn into a Skrull...

Looking forward to the next episode.

[prodixal]

( emilia clarke , 31 , cisfemale , she/her ) : ANNOUNCING !! ( lady + rhaena blackwood ) of ( house blackwood ) hailing from ( dragonstone ). they are known to be ( + strategic , + sentimental ) but also, ( - spiteful, - stubborn ) across the realm. there are faint whispers that they support ( house velaryon ) ( against ) their house.

BASIC INFORMATION

NAME: Rhaena Blackwood

NICKNAMES: Rhae

AGE: 31

RELIGION: the faith of the seven

DRAGON: Morghos // deep grey scales and horns, with dark red wings and red eyes -- claimed at 16 y/o with previous rider being her great-aunt. Dragon resides at Dragonstone.

MARITAL STATUS: betrothed (open connection)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

HEIGHT: 5'1

EYES: violet

HAIR: silver-white

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Targaryen lookin' ass

PERSONALITY & BEHAVIOR

LIKES: Dragon riding, Valeryan history, the free cities (especially Pentos and Volantis), mythicism, power.

DISLIKES: Being told what to do, being indoors too much, people who speak to her like she is made of glass.

STRENGTHS: Bold, strategic, cunning, self-assured and confident, witty

WEAKNESSES: Resentful, stubborn, can be impulsive at times, foul mouth/poor manners

BACKGROUND

tw labour, death, grief

Rhaena was born during a short and stormy winter at the Targaryen ancestral home in Dragonstone. Her birth nearly cost lady Blackwood her life, and took a whole of two days of labouring.

She waited a long while for the egg placed within her crib to hatch. But she grew, and her dragon never came. Her mother used to reassure her on the matter "it took you a while, perhaps she is taking her time as well''. Rhaena would read to the egg at night, wake up a little early each morn to encourage her out -- yet the day never came, and she keeps the egg still.

Dreams of becoming a dragon rider lessened as years flew past, and she gave up the idea altogether. She focused on books, on history of old Valerya, on embracing the parts of her roots within the realm of possibility. She watched her siblings and cousins with envy and refused to join them whenever they ventured out to train or spend time with their dragons at all.

This soured her relationship with most of her family, but she cared little for it and insisted she be sent across the narrow sea to learn of science, politics, weaponry and so on. As she was a difficult child, her parents relished the opportunity to get rid of her, so she spent nearly six months each years travelling and learning.

Gaining worldly experiences took away from her spoilt nature and grounded her in reality. She became more observant, more empathetic, sharper. And it made her realise how much she appreciated her family.

She got along particularly well with her cousins at Driftmark. It was a shorter ship-ride than Kings Landing, and easier to form bonds.

At the age of 15, Rhaena began to have visions of flying. The urge within her awakening like a strange form of magic she learnt of back in Essos. Her ancestors used blood magic to bind dragons to their riders. And yet, with no magic at all -- her relatives still rode them.

Soon, Morghos started calling to her, out her chamber window. And when she would climb a ship, the dragon would follow. No matter where she looked, or where she turned, the dragon danced above her sky.

Eventually, she snuck out to the shore at Dragonstone, after returning from two months in Pentos where the dragon had followed her every move. And she called to her, in high Valyrian, and she waited and she waited.

Eventually, Morghos came -- and she was terrifying. Large, with dark scales and piercing red eyes. The bond was imminent, and she placed her palm upon her head without fear, then she rode her into the night. From that day onwards, the two became inseparable. And Rhaena still rides her at least once during the day.

Her dragon flies free over dragon stone, and does not like confinement.

Rhaena never formed any strong attachments to the queen or the crown. She attended events, visited now and again, but mostly she kept out of the way. Now with the war at hand, and her cousin dead -- she has sided with the Velaryons.

Her decision to side with the Velaryons is more personal than political. Truly, she wanted to be with her family and support them during their time of grief. She is also under the impression that Targaryens had something to do with his passing which pushed her to flee to Driftmark quick, joined by her sister Seira.

She did not go with an attempt to betray anyone, and she wishes nothing more than for her entire family not to destroy one another. She loves her siblings, her cousins and does not want them to perish in the war for power. She did bend the knee to Velaryons, but upon finding out they had kidnapped her cousin, she has been more neutral on the matter.

CONNECTIONS:

Childhood friends, travel buddies, personal guards, husband/wife to be (can be annulled in face of war), lovers, enemies, frenemies, anything at all!

[godlived]

    why  didn't  you  make  me  good  enough  —  so  that  you  could  have  loved  me?

emilia clarke . cis woman . she / her . wasn’t that alina dragova walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the princess of valanya out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously callous, whilst also managing to be quite ambitious. the thirty year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are divine ( infern ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a life lived shrouded in secret as a veil above her head, to be the lamb of god awaiting slaughter, my father is the worst man alive — and i am his favourite daughter.

𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼 .

full name: alina  magdalena  dragova

nicknames: none

age: thirty 

gender / pronouns: cis  woman she  /  her

orientation: bisexual  (  closeted  )

cccupation: princess  of  valanya

home: coňstanja

𝓹𝓱𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 .

eye colour: blue

hair colour: silver

build: petite

height: 5′1″

piercings: ears

tattoos: none

distinctive features: white  hair  and  stern  eyes

face claim: emilia  clarke

𝓫𝓲𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱𝔂 .

trigger  warnings  for  death  of  a  parent  and  implied  manipulation  *

they  say  that  you  were  born  furious,  a  screaming  and  terrible  thing  thrust  into  this  world.  though,  you  were  beautiful,  favouring  your  beloved  mother  —  you  wore  a  near  permanent  scowl  upon  your  fine  features.  it  was  as  though  you  knew  what  was  to  come,  how  your  father  might  hold  you  accountable  for  a  kingdom  he  deemed  you  unfit  to  rule  from  the  day  you  took  interest.  from  the  beginning  you  wanted  only  to  please  him,  though  it  seemed  nothing  was  enough  for  this  man  who  held  your  every  wish  within  his  terrible  palms. 

you  believe  everything  he  says,  every  brittle  word.  you  believe  that  it  must  be  fought  for,  this  crown  you  know  you  are  meant  to  wear.  you  felt  your  love  for  valanya  stirring  within  you  at  such  a  young  age,  you  looked  around  at  the  snow  laden  land  and  you  whispered  it  —  mine.  its  pulsing  earth,  its  quivering  flowers  bursting  free  of  deadened  soil.  its  terrible  ugliness  and  its  wonderful  beauty;  it  has  always  been  yours. 

the  day  your  powers  came  was  something  petrifying.  you  knew  what  came  next  —  the  academy,  the  army.  already  your  father  was  applying  pressure  and  you  knew  you  couldn't  leave  his  side,  not  if  you  wished  to  be  queen  one  day.  your  twin  —  that  other  piece  of  yourself,  that  ugly  and  twisted  thing  made  of  you  and  made  of  him,  he  received  his  divinity  too,  and  so  you  told  your  greatest  lie  yet.  you  were  not  like  him,  you  had  no  great  power.  you  swallowed  it  whole  until  its  fire  burned  at  the  walls  of  you,  and  you  stayed  by  your  mother  and  father,  and  you  waited.

how  you  studied,  how  you  filled  your  mind,  how  you  trailed  around  day  after  day  behind  your  father.  eventually,  he  allowed  you  to  sit  in  on  small  council  meetings.  then,  he  allowed  you  to  speak  in  them.  his  approval  was  his  silence,  but  his  fury  told  you  when  you  had  spoken  out  of  turn.  wrong,  you  could  be  so  wrong  at  times.  but  at  least  your  brother  was  gone  from  this  terrible  place,  at  least  you  were  safe  in  the  knowledge  that  you  held  your  father's  attention  hostage  in  vlad's  absence.

you  resembled  your  mother  so  keenly,  it  was  the  day  that  she  died,  it  felt  as  though  much  of  you  went  with  her.  eleven  years  it  has  been,  and  your  father  still  struggles  to  look  at  you  head  on.  does  he  see  how  much  harder  it  makes  you  work?  does  he  feel  the  desperation  with  which  you  beg  for  his  approval  in  every  stupid,  terrible  choice  you  make?  it  is  said  to  be  his  only  redeeming  quality,  that  he  had  loved  his  wife  so.

the  court  is  yours  in  many  ways  —  you  know  its  secrets  and  its  machinations.  or  so  you  try  to.  so  you  try  to  stay  abreast  of  this  wretched  sea  you  find  yourself  drowning  in.  you  aim  to  please  a  world  with  its  claws  in  you.  you  smother  yourself  beneath  the  secrets  of  your  power  and  of  your  desire,  you  fan  yourself  of  these  flames  licking  hungrily  at  your  skin  with  every  second  spent  in  silence.  you  are  clenching  your  fists  until  your  palms  come  away  bloody,  and  what  is  left  of  you  without  him?  without  her?  without  this  thing  inside  of  you  which  might  very  well  be  your  undoing?

[jackoshadows]

Why do you think there is so much animosity between Sansa fans and Dany fans? I can understand how conflict comes up between Sansa fans and Arya fans given the conflict between the characters but I can’t figure out what the issue is with Dany fans vs Sansa fans. It can’t JUST be because of shipping, right? I’m a big fan of Dany, Arya, and Jon, but I still do like (canon) Sansa as a character and honestly see a lot of similarities between her and Dany. Their stories have definite parallels and anti parallels and I don’t really know why I don’t see anyone else talk about it. Every time I try to talk to a Sansa blog or a fellow Dany blog about it, I never hear back. What gives??

I don't like the both siding in this ask. Sansa fans keep spewing hateful nonsense, farcical theories and made up headcanons in the form of 'intellectual' discourse in the Dany/Arya/Jon tags and then when book fans of those characters respond, the so called 'neutral' bnfs pretend both sides are to blame.

All this explained very clearly here.

And while I personally feel that Dany and Sansa have very little in common as characters, there's a lot of fandom metas/essays/gifsets and fanarts paralleling these two as fandom faves. You should be able to find them on many of the character blogs if you are interested in that sort of thing.

IMO, Daenerys is clearly written as a tier I main character. She drives her story more than any other character in the series as the sole representative of her house and considering how isolated she is from every other POV character. The story in her POV is about her.

If we are looking at parallels, then it's Daenerys and Arya who have a lot of commonality in their way of thinking, their concern for the little guy, in their ideas of justice and dispensing that justice, right and wrong, their toughing it out on their way to the top, their proactive nature in getting things done, to be in charge, their love of nature etc.

With respect to the increase in toxicity from the Sansa fandom post show, then yes, that's because of shipping and Jonsa. A lot of the hate that the character of Daenerys gets is from Sansa fans - especially on Tumblr - because of her foreshadowed future relationship with Jon Snow and they want fanon, self-insert Sansa to have Dany's plot importance and story in the books. It's different on asoiaf sites like Reddit and Westeros.org - the majority of Dany hate on there is from Stannis/Jon Snow fans who are not big fans of a female character being the prophesied chosen one/top dog of the series.

And I point to shipping being the big reason because of my personal fandom experience on this site. This is me going down memory lane but I remember around 2015/16, I wrote these angry, frustrated posts calling out the TV show for taking Jon's book plot and writing that for show Sansa and Sansa's actions in the Battle of the Bastards in season 6. At that time a lot of Dany fans were also big Sansa fans and attacked me for being a 'misogynistic dudebro'. I am not naming names - shit's in the past - but I used to get blocked and get hateful inbox messages for criticizing show Sansa's actions.

During season 6 there were so many posts about Jon Snow being an useless idiot who deserved to die, Sansa was right to not tell him because he's a moron, Sansa's the politician/general who knows best, she deserved to be queen, Jon's the worst for stealing Sansa's birthright else Sansa and Dany would have ruled as best queens of westeros etc. - all from Daenerys fans!!

This was some kind of superficial notion of girl power with Sansa and Dany girlbossing around Westeros, bow down before these Queens sort of thing and fuck the actual book story. Arya was never included in these conversations because she did not wear dresses and Maisie Williams was not conventionally beautiful like Emilia Clarke and Sophie Turner and therefore did not fit into these Girlboss headcanons.

And then before season 7 was when we got the leaked spoilers of Jonerys meeting at Dragonstone. And this was when the full toxicity of the Jonsa shippers was unleashed. This was when we got 'Political!Jon' and all sorts of vile hate for Daenerys and more and more Dany fans started to react to that hate from the Sansa fandom.

Fandom always, always influences our likes and dislikes of characters (This is why I stay away from some fandoms - I don't want to end up hating characters) And this is what happened here. The Sansa/Jonsa fandom was so vile that a lot of Dany fans on tumblr stopped stanning for Sansa.

Fast forward to 2019 and the same Dany stans - again, not naming names but the very same Dany stans - who attacked me for being a sexist, male dude for critiquing show Sansa in season 6, started critiquing show Sansa when Dany got the same treatment that Jon, Arya and Bran got before her with the show tearing down these characters to prop up Sansa. Suddenly it was no longer misogynistic to call out how these characters were being torn down in order to prop up Sansa when they share scenes with her 😂😂😂.

That’s why I don’t hold much stock in words like ‘misogyny’ and ‘sexist’ randomly thrown around without context by the stans of female characters to attack people for critiquing said female character. I have been at the receiving end of this for years from the Jonsa fandom because I call out their utter nonsense.

The sexism and misogyny occurs when a female character is criticized for doing the same thing a male character is praised for - for ex. Daenerys gets a lot of this because she has parallel arcs with Jon Snow and very often she gets attacked for doing the same things that Jon is praised for. Even the show did this - Dany getting unfair flack for executing traitors when Jon Snow and the North do it all the time. The sexism is in how Arya gets attacked as being ‘male-coded’ because she’s not the right kind of girl. The sexism is in the slut shaming and commentary about how Daenerys is not the right kind of rape victim. The sexism is in the popular theories like political!Jon - wherein Jon Snow turns into LF 2.0 and sexually manipulates and seduces a rape victim.

Sexism is not simply liking a male character or critiquing a female character - there needs to be context. One does not simply throw around these heavy words simply to attack other bloggers to win fandom points. The word then loses it’s meaning.

So yeah, I ended up going on a tangent about my fandom experiences when the show was running. I do think a lot of the beef and toxicity in this fandom comes from shipping and Sansa fans wanting her to be something she is not. They want her to be a tier I main character with the story revolving around her love life as she Disney princess rules the North with sewing and dancing. And this leads to them diminishing the actual main characters and taking away from main characters to give to her. Naturally fans of the main character are going to push back against this.

And Sansa is a classist, sexist character and so her fans espouse classist, sexist viewpoints to justify her actions. Their love for all things 'traditional' and sticking to the status quo - 'Jon being KITN would be boring, he should stay a bastard, Arya being lady of WF is not right as she does not want to wear dresses, Dany will be mad like her father she can't escape her genes, Tyrion is doomed' etc. is based on Sansa being a traditional, pro-status quo character. Hence why there is so much clashing of ideas and discourse happening in the fandom.

So yeah. Honestly, I am just tired of seeing all these posts bothsiding fandom drama and making it seem like all the stans are equally responsible when the majority of fandom toxicity is started by stans of one character - Sansa - with the result being fans of other characters pushing back against their nonsense.