#Brienne x Catelyn

[soup-in-my-fly]

It’s hard to be a Brienne x Catelyn shipper in an overwhelmingly Bramie world </3

[chickren]

look. no true brienne fan would ever try to keep her from jaime

[sleazyjanet]

the older lady and her young lady knight

[porcelaintoybox23]

I am personally offended that a book series that’s older than me doesn’t have enough fics of the random ship I now like

[twinge-of-cosmicangst]

Brienne is so I bet on loosing dogs coded

[baelorbreakbeds]

lady stoneheart trying to work out exactly how brienne could have interpreted her instructions as "fall in love with the very valuable hostage meant to be exchanged for my daughters"

[kermit-coded]

brienne x catelyn stark. can anyone hear me. please.

[damagnificentcookie]

Game of Thrones/House Of the Dragons

Catelyn Tully

-5 time's Catelyn said, "I love you" and the one time she couldn't

Cersei Lannister

-The Enchanting Rose

Brienne of Tarth

[Nothing here yet]

Margery Tyrell

[Nothing here yet]

Melisandre

[Nothing here yet]

Rhaenys Targaryean

[Nothing here yet]

Ellaria Sand & Oberyn Martell

[Nothing here yet]

Ned Stark

[Nothing here yet]

[daincrediblegg]

Behold! The Sansa x Tyrion child OC’s that nobody asked for! I call them collectively The Golden Wolves of Winterfell

From left to right:

Johanna Stark: The eldest of the new wolf pack, Johanna prides herself as the brains of the family. Her wit and cunning are a testament to her parentage, and as the future Lady of Winterfell she has taken her studies to heart. Though a Great Game player, and a brilliant tactician she may be, her range of knowledge is not confined to books, having taken after her father’s vices on more than one front.

Ned Stark: Being the second eldest of the new wolf pack, as well as the dwarf of the family has made Ned a bit of a dreamer, as well as ambitious. He has an affinity for combat, and dreams of becoming a brave knight like his uncle and aunt. His father has his reservations due to their mutual affliction and his own experiences in battle, but his elder sister Johanna has always stood by his side on the matter. He also has a great fondness for his cousin Cat, who has always been his favorite sparring partner.

Robb Stark: The youngest wolf has always found himself favoring his mother’s side of the family, not just in looks, but in the signature stark “slow wit”. The young wolf finds himself ever in awe and in envy of his siblings, striving to outdo them in anything and everything, but always falling short. He has a penchant for secret keeping, and often finds himself tetering between the way he can use them for good and for ill.

[classicasongoficeandfire]

Brienne's Had Enough by Eeza

[thesunfyre4446]

(I think little Vermax is quite cute, he reminds me lizard 🧡 💛 💚)

From F&B/ASOIAF: Your favorite ship (canon or not)? Your least favorite ship? Your favorite character? Your least favorite character? Which character do you think deserved better?

omg you're right!!! and i'm really scared of lizards!!! that's prob why i don't like how he looks

my fav ship from hotd is aegond. their relationship is so interesting and complex and i'm really hoping we'll get more of them in s2. my fav asoiaf ship is ... mmm brienne and jamie. love them.

my least fav ship from hotd ... i'm have to say jace and helaena. i.. just don't like it i don't see it i don't get it (hopefully @emilykaldwen will forgive me for this lol)

my fav character is jamie. he's awesome. from hotd my fav character is alicent

my least fav character (to the surprise of no one) is viserys. he's a horrible person and his hypocrisy makes him so unbearable to watch. he's so boring as well. watching him only makes me mad i literally have to skip his scenes when i rewatch the show.

which character do i think deserved better. wow, so many haha but i would say that helaena, sansa, elia martell, show!laena, alicent, and catelyn are at the top of my list (and basically every woman in the asoiaf universe)

thank you for your asks!!! <3

[uluthrek]

making up wild asoiaf ships and posting them with a tag just to see if i’m the first weirdo who thought of them

[bookgendrya]

She looked at their filthy hair and scraggly beards and reddened eyes, at their dry, cracked, bleeding lips.[…]The water splashed across her fingers and down her sleeve, but Arya did not move until the cup was brimming over. When she turned back towards the cages the townsman moved to stop her. “You get away from them, boy-“ “She’s a girl,” said Harwin. “Leave her be” “Aye” said Lem. “Lord Beric don’t hold with caging men to die of thirst. Why don’t you hang them decent?”

Her face throbbed. Her shoulder bled. Breathing hurt. The pain crackled up her arm like lightening. She cried out for a maester. “We have no maester,” said a girls voice. “Only me.” […] “She can’t go much further. She’ll die.” “One less lion. I won’t weep.”

“You stand accused of murder, but no one here knows the truth or falsehood of the charges, so it is not for us to judge you. Only the Lord of Light may do that now. I sentence you to trial by battle.�� The Hound frowned suspiciously, as if he did not trust his ears. “Are you a fool or a madman?” “Neither, I am a just lord. Prove your innocence with a blade, and you shall be free to go.”

At the hollow hill, what you said about being King Robert’s men, and brothers, I like that. I like that you gave the Hound a trial. Lord Bolton just hanged folk or took off their heads, Lord Tywin and Ser Amory were the same. I’d sooner smith for you.”

“…till you stand before m’lady.” Renly stood behind the girl, pushing hair out of his eyes. Not Renly, Gendry. “M’lady means for you to answer for your crimes.”

“Whatever treachery you think I may have done, my lady, Podrick and Ser Hyle were no part of it.” “They’re lions,” said the one-eyed man. “That’s enough. I say they hang. Tarly’s hanged a score o’ ours, past time we strung up some o’his.”

[torchwood-99]

Catelyn and Brienne got their wires a bit crossed.

Edit: Just noticed the typo in Brienne’s name but too lazy to edit, everyone just nicely ignore it.

[countrymusiclover]

31 - The Stag King

Part 32

The Last Velaryon

Tag list @rise-my-angel @cdragons @kmc1989 @starkleila @1not-today-satan1

Chezney’s pov

The road in front of me seemed to be mirring together and I couldn’t count how many moons it had been since we had left the camp heading onward to meet the youngest Baratheon brother Renly. Swinging my legs that hung on either side of the horse saddle I was seated on I eyed Lady Stark who was riding beside me. “You’ve been rather quiet, Lady Stark.”

“I haven���t had anything important to speak about, Lady Ally.” She responded with a stern voice.

I turned my head slightly to meet her gaze. “I’m not a lady. My mother was a handmaiden to my best friend's mother until she died in her birthing bed. After that my mother took it upon herself to raise me and my best friend regardless of our different stature.”

“You’re mother sounds like a much better woman than I myself was.” Lady Stark mumbled under her breath, still staring at the road ahead of us.

Biting my lip I could feel there was something she wasn’t telling me and so I reluctantly pressed on to know more. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, my lady.”

“Years ago one of the boys came down with the Pocks. Maester Lewin said if he made it through the night he’d live. But it would be a very long night. So I sat with him all through the darkness, listening to his ragged little breaths, his coughing, his whimpering.” Lady Stark began speaking tugging the reins of her horse so he’d walk slowly allowing us to have a better conversation with one another.

I assumed she was thinking about her eldest Robb yet nonetheless the question came from my lips. “Which boy was this?”

“Jon Snow.” She simply replied.

Thinking for a moment I didn’t recall much of the man she had named. I didn’t remember seeing him at the kings feast so long ago. I only can recall his features from when Haelesa was telling me about him the morning we were leaving on the Kingsroad. “He’s the one who was going to serve in the Night's Watch right. The one with black curly hair.”

She softly nodded her head yes finally sparing me a glance before continuing her story. “When my husband brought that baby home from the war I couldn’t bare to look at him. I didn’t want to see those brown strangers eyes staring off at me. So I prayed to the Gods to take him away, make him die. He got the Pocks. And I knew I was the worst woman who ever lived. A murder. I’d condemned this poor innocent child to a horrible death all because I was jealous of his mother - a woman he didn’t even know.”

“So what happened after that?” I asked her, feeling my eyes tearing up at the thought.

Lady Stark whipped away some fallen tears. “I prayed to all Seven Gods. Let the boy live, let him live and I’ll love him. I’ll be a mother to him. I’ll beg my husband to give him a true name, to call him Stark and be done with it. To make him one of us.”

“Then it must have worked since Haelesa told me that she had talked with Robb about him before we headed to Kings Landing.”

“He did live but…” She trailed off looking at her hands for a brief moment of time. “I couldn’t keep my promise. And everything that’s happened since then, all this horror that has come to my family. It’s all because I couldn’t love a motherless child.”

Biting my lip I ran my fingers through my hair just letting the sounds of nature surround us for a few long minutes. I always assumed that my mother was just like all mothers who would take in other children that weren't their own. Except I was wrong, not every mother was like her. “If that’s how you feel about Jon, how exactly do you feel about my best friend being married to your son if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I must admit, Lady Ally-“

Putting a hand over my heart I cut her off shortly. “Please just call me Chezney, Lady Stark.”

“I’ll do my best to remember your request.” She clicked her tongue meeting my soft gaze with her grey eyes. “I didn’t care much for her because of who she was betrothed to, the Kingslayer.”

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear I muttered back. “She didn't wish to marry Jaime Lannister either. I'm just sorry we've made this war an added stress by her falling for your son.”

“It's not that I don't want him to be happy. It's just - I found a way to love the man I was wed off to when I was your age. But I suppose I must remember not everyone was raised to be like Ned was.”

My horse paused to a stop allowing me to touch her hand closest to mine. “You raised your son well from what I've seen. He truly cares for my best friend.”

“That warms my heart as a mother. Would you take some advice from a widowed noble woman, Chezney?”

I simply responded. “Of course, my lady.”

“Renly Baratheon is very much like his elder Robert was. From what I’ve heard throughout the years he is very arrogant and cares about his outward appearance. Given the fact that we are here to represent my son and your friend I’d be mindful of your words. Keep our strategies to yourself but come off as very welcoming too.”

“Thank you, Lady Stark. I appreciate the advice.” I sent her a soft smile.

Lady Stark reached for my hand intertwining my fingers with hers, sending me a weak smile that crossed her lips when she spoke back. “Call me Catelyn. We are family after all since you and your friend are more like sisters than anything else.”

“We’re nearing the Baratheon camp, my ladies. Follow my lead. I’ll escort you inside the camp.” Brienne suddenly rode up beside me grabbing our attention before riding forward on her horse. Kicking my horse in the stomach I followed her tail with Catelyn following after me.

Entering the camp walls the three of us dismounted our horses being greeted by a knight with a Baratheon sigil on his chest plate. “My ladies, I am here to escort you to his grace.”

“Lead the way then, Ser Knight.” I nodded my head towards the knight when he turned on his heels and walked for a good time till we stopped at a crowd gathered around two people sitting on separate wooden throne chairs. The knight stepped into the middle of the circle once the crowd had separated and allowed us to walk forward. “Your grace, I have the honor to bring you Lady Catelyn Stark and Chezney Ally, sent an envoy by her son Robb, Lord of Winterfell.”

“Lord of Winterfell and King in the North.” Catelyn corrected the man’s introduction of us.

The man I knew had to be Renly Baratheon spoke first. “Lady Catelyn, I’m pleased to see you. May I present my wife Lady Margaery of House Tyrell.” He sat in his chair wearing golden armor and a golden crown sat upon his head which was in contrast to his Raven black hair.

“You are very welcome here, Lady Stark. I'm so sorry for your loss.” Margarey responded with a weak expression. The woman had light brown hair and was wearing a light blue gown.

Catelyn nodded in thanks. “You are most kind.”

“My Lady, I swear to you I will see the Lannisters answer for your husband's murder. When I take King's Landing, I'll bring you Joffrey's head.” Renly’s words of clear arrogance made all the men in his army to cheer loudly.

Catelyn clasped her hands together in front of the two nobles. “It will be enough to know that justice was done, My Lord.”

“Forgive me for asking but what noble house do you belong to Lady Chezney. I must admit I am not familiar with House Ally.” Renly’s wife shifted her gaze over to me seeing I was silently almost standing behind the Northern woman.

I bowed my head addressing the two before me with the best quick curtsy I could but I nearly stumbled over my own two feet. I blushed hearing some laughs behind me when I had regained my balance. “My lord, my lady. I must confess I am born of noble blood. My mother was a lady- in- waiting for my best friend and Robb Stark’s wife Haelesa Velaryon. Uh - oh I’m sorry - forgive me I’m not used to the noble addressing of lords and ladies.”

“There's no need for that. You and Lady Stark are honored guests.” Renly sent the two of us a genuine grin not bothered by the fact that I couldn’t do a proper curtsy.

Margaery’s brother suddenly questioned the former Lady of Winterfell. “Has your son marched against Tywin Lannister yet?”

“I do not sit on my son's war councils. And if I did, I would not share his strategies with you.” Catelyn snapped back slightly, not turning around to address the young lord's question.

Loras Tyrell growled back, finding her response insulting. “If Robb Stark wants a pact with us, he should come himself, not hide behind his mother's skirts.”

“My son is fighting a war, not playing at one.” I lightly smirked at her sharp response.

Renly rose from his chair coming down the steps to loop his arm with hers. He glanced over his shoulder calling to his wife and I. “Don't worry, My Lady. Our war is just beginning. Dear wife, show Lady Chezney around the camp would you.”

“Of course, my King.” The girl picked up her skirts coming down to meet me. She dropped the fabric of her dress offering me her hand with a kind grin. “Shall we walk to my tent, Chezney.”

Placing my hand in hers I prayed that we could make a good arrangement with these people to win the war. “I shall follow you, Lady Margaery.”

[anotheroathkeeper]

I think about brienne x jaime x cat on a daily basis.

I have to put it our there.

I love the theory that jaime and brienne ressurected cat, therefore creating lady stoneheart, so that the three of them could run away together in their little threesome.

And then cat told brienne to go and find jaime and bring him to her, again so that the three of them could run away together in their little threesome.

Someone please build on this bc I am STARVED.