#King Joffrey

[sequenceofmind]

mommy's boy

house lannister + house atreides, just mothers casually using their son to gain more power

[growingstrong2019]

I aspire to be the same level of hater Olenna Tyrell is. She complained to everyone who’d listen that she payed for the wedding. You killed the groom, you can’t expect his family to pay for it.😭

Rest well Queen

[anemoxlys]

Oberyn Martel x reader x Ellaria Sand

This is purely self indulgent as I have fallen down the Pedro Pascal rabbit hole (I partially blame DVCREE’s edit on Tik Tok -watch it if you haven’t it’s worth it-)

Word Count: 1.3K or 1,298 Warnings: Illian Payne, abuse (hitting from Illian Payne and Sandor Clegane), Joffrey, beheading, forced marriage (initial) This will be a several part series I just want to see if anyone is intrested before I release the entire fic in one go <3

“Sansa…” You whispered, throat tightening in horror as you stared up at the head of your father sat upon one of the spikes. Tears slowly began to fall from your eyes as you backed away from the ledge, the height of it now being the least of your concerns. “Dog look she’s crying!” You heard Joffrey laugh from somewhere behind you. “M’lady?” You heard the voice of Sandor Clegane speak from beside you before his hand reached for your arm and you flinched away, eyes not leaving the spike. “Y/N, we have to go.” Sansa muttered, grasping your hand in her own before a scream left her lips. “I could just drop you, you know.” Joffrey laughed insanely as Illian Payne grasped your wrists and held you over the ledge at the King’s command. “Sansa!” You screamed, fear clinging to you as you once again began to cry. “Y/N! My Lord, please help her!” Sansa pleaded, tears of her own once again falling down her cheeks. “As my future wife asks.” Joffrey smirked, an evil glint of malice flashing in his eyes. 

“I could have you killed right here, just like your father! Would you like your head to be put up beside him or should I ship it to your bastard brother?” Joffrey sneered as you flinched further and further away from the crossbow that was pointed at your head. “My lord please…” You began before you heard the bolt be loaded and you paled. “She is wearing far too many layers is she not dog?” Joffrey laughed, motioning with the weapon towards the hound. “My lord?” He started before Joffrey interrupted him, “Remove them won’t you?” Your body visibly stiffened as your hands began to tremble. The hound remained as he was, refusing to move and with a small tantrum Joffrey soon demanded Illian Payne do the deed. “Get away from me!” You cried as rough hands grasped at the fabric of your dress. “No!” You shrieked as the tearing sound began. Suddenly it all stopped and, for a brief moment, you were safe before the beatings began. Looking over your shoulder you realised it was Sandor. “I apologise m’lady it’ll hurt less than that bastard.” He muttered before the hits continued. 

At some point you blacked out as you awoke several hours later back in your chambers with dressings on your wounds. “My lady you must rest.” You heard a familiar voice speak from beside you. Immediately, you crept back and away from the voice, muscles tense, until you saw who the voice belonged to and you calmed as much as life at King’s Landing would allow. “Tyrion…” You whispered before tears began to fall down your cheeks. “I want to go home…” You wept as the lord slowly stepped closer to you. “I know… my lady I know.” He sighed in response, taking your hand in both of his.

A few nights passed and before you knew it Joffrey’s name day arrived. You dressed as you always did, spoke nothing as per usual, left your hair down just like any other day and skipped breakfast to avoid the Lannisters. 

Your day only began to differ when the jousting tournament began, and that started as they always did- Illian Payne and the Hound gaining victory after victory. Until a new contestant entered the arena that is. The way his body moved was mesmerising, almost like a dance. The motions reminded you ever so much of flowing water. “The Dornish Prince, Prince Oberyn.” Tyrion explained to you, noticing how entranced you appeared to be with the man. “He moves very beautifully, does he not?” You asked, a soft smile gracing your lips for the first time in what felt like a millenia. “Indeed.” The Lord agreed, both of you failing to notice the raven haired woman in the crowd staring curiously up at you.

That night celebrations of the King’s Name Day could be heard throughout the citadel, most however celebrated the victory of the Dornish Prince against Illian Payne after his victory against Sandor Clegane. 

You walked silently past the Red Viper and the woman sat beside him in an attempt to escape the banquet hall when a whining voice reached your ears, causing you to flinch slightly where you stood now still. “Where do you think you’re going Stark? We will miss you ever so much, come give us a show like you did before or should I get Illian Payne to show you how again?” Joffrey snickered as chuckles and laughter followed the King’s remarks. “Apologies, the lady was just on her way to me.” You heard an unfamiliar voice reply on your behalf. Upon looking in the direction of the voice you rapidly found it’s owner as none other than the Prince of Dorne himself as the woman sat beside him raked her eyes up and down your body. 

“Thank you, my prince.” You quietly spoke, nodding your head at the two attractive people before you. “It is of no bother to me, what is your name?” Oberyn returned, motioning for you to sit beside him. “Y/N Stark, of Winterfell, my prince.” You answered, the usual homesick feeling creeping into your stomach at the mention of the homeland you so wished to return to. “A gorgeous name, much befitting of its owner.” The Prince complimented before motioning to the woman sitting beside him, “This is Ellaria Sand, mother of all eight of my daughters back in Dorne.” “Eight daughters, that must be difficult, I can only imagine how difficult it was for my parents with my two sisters and I.” You replied, sitting down beside the Prince of Dorne. “They are angels. They do not cause any trouble.” Ellaria answered, standing to walk behind you and seat herself beside you instead of Oberyn. 

The conversation, although mildly awkward, was interesting and flirtatious, you on the receiving and viewing end, and was regrettably cut short by a clanging of metal against glass. “People!” Joffrey’s voice cut through the peaceful, mindless discussion you were so much enjoying. “As a celebration of my name day I would like to announce an alliance of two houses. After much consideration I believe it to be the benefit and advantage of everyone involved. After all, the people of Dorne can hardly tell the difference between sheep and women anyway, so how hard is it to confuse a cow with a woman?” The king attempted to joke as a few nervous laughs flew across the room. “The proposal is between our esteemed champion and guest, Oberyn Martell and the cow of the narrative Y/N Stark.” The king finished as actual laughter reached people’s lips. 

You remained frozen in place, the only part of you that moved being your shaking hands before you stood up and quickly left the banquet hall. 

“You can’t go to Dorne!” Sansa muttered, clasping your hands in her own- preventing you from continuing to pack your meagre belongings into a bag. “I must Sansa.” You replied, tears once again pricking at your eyes. “Do not let them see you cry little sister.” Sansa whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into an embrace. “No matter what, you will always be my sister. You will always be a Stark.” She murmured, tears of her own falling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. “I know. I will miss you dear sister.” You admitted, clinging ever closer to your older sister, in a feeble attempt to never let go, to never leave. “First father, then Arya, then Robb and Mother, now you. Stay safe. I do not think I could manage another family member leaving forever.” You whispered, kissing her cheek before you pulled away, dried your eyes and made for the door. 

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[favorite-characters]

𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤

Jack Gleeson as 𝐉𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧 (S01.E01-10 • 2011)

[anotherhumansthings]

Is it just me or do Aegon Targaryen and Joffrey Baratheon have similar mannerisms

[snake-berry]

Joffrey Baratheon

he turned out extremely feminine but that was somewhat intentional? jon thinks he looks like a girl and i trust my sons judgement soooo

gave him a baratheon border instead of lannister bc im going w what the characters claim to be rather than their true paternity for the most part... tried splitting it half-and-half but it looked ugly as all hell

got some requests for the asoiaf portraits so once ive posted all cersei's kids those r up next :)

[chasingthedragons]

Funerals in the Seven Kingdoms and beyond 4/8

The Silent Sisters prepare the deceased for the journey to the seven heavens or seven hells, the deceased is veiled for a few days before finally being buried.

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[bluemargotrobbie]

VUELVE AQUÍ| FANFIC EDIT| KAERAH ✨

Para Joffrey estar sin Kaerah le era una tortura, donde cometió el error que sus celos le dominarán por completo al conocer como su amante y hermana se comunicaba con el lobo.

Donde su lado más cruel y oscuro dejo que dominarán, permitiendo que la pague el precio fuese Kaerah.

Donde Kaerah escapó de su dominio y su crueldad, porque estaba viviendo un infierno.

Donde Kaerah escapó hacia más norte donde quizás tendría más esperanzas...donde con el tiempo aquella leona se enamoró del lobo ....donde por primera vez sintió lo que era el amor ....

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #29: GOT, but make Joffrey legitimate

There is a part of me that will always wonder whether Cersei loves Jaime as much as she did because she genuinely truly loved him, or because she was so caught up in Lannister exceptionalism she saw her twin as her only possible romantic and/or sexual partner.

That being said, I've always sort of wondered how GOT might have gone if all of Cersei's children were legitimate - she just thought they were her brother's.

Just bear with me:

Robert Baratheon is not stupid. He understands the link between sex and pregnancy, and so cannot expect to have children with his wife without having sex with her several months before hand.

Historically, "[...] no woman could be absolutely certain she was pregnant until the fifth month" [x]. The early signs of pregnancy can be difficult to detect, and some women naturally have intermittent periods or experience intermediate bleeding during pregnancy that might be interpreted as periods.

All of which means Cersei would have had to have sex with her husband before she knew for certain she was pregnant in order to pass her child off as his. This opens the possibility for her to be mistaken about her pregnancy, and thus get pregnant from her sexual encounter with Robert.

Or: it is not impossible that all three of Cersei's golden-haired, purebred Lannister children are honestly and truly golden-haired, legitimate Baratheon heirs.

But what does this mean?

Honestly? Nothing. I just love the idea of The War of Five Kings being built on a lie - that Joffrey is, in fact, Robert Baratheon's legitimate male heir. He's not the king any sane person would want, but by all the inheritance laws of Westeros, he's king.

It also means that, in addition to (potentially) stealing Jon Snow's throne by hiding his true parentage, Ned Stark does it again by altering Robert's will as he lays dying, which is a bit of narrative symmetry I quite enjoy.

Then you have Cersei, so proud of her purebred Lannister children that she willfully disregards any Baratheon in their appearance - perhaps Joffrey and the rest come to resemble Robert more as they grow older, maybe they always look pure Lannister. Either way, she spends the entire series thinking she's getting one over on all of Westeros... and in truth her children aren't Jaime's.

IDK what I'm really going for here, other than I've been reading a lot of fic lately where Jon Snow gets a lot of praise for being skilled for a bastard, noble for a bastard, honorable for a bastard, etc which seem to be saying birth doesn't matter, actions do but then later have him revealed to be the legitimate, true heir to the Iron Throne and no wonder he acted so knightly, so kingly all along, especially in comparison to that bastard Lannister.

Or: I want GOT without the legitimacy of the characters' births coming into it. I want Joffrey to be a legitimate Baratheon, but a horrible person regardless. I want the War of Five Kings to be entirely about power (Stannis, Renly, and Balon) and revenge (Robb) against the lawful - and awful - king.

That's it. That's all I really have. A fic idea where nothing changes in the source material but the underlying message. I don't know if this is a bun that can be adopted, but feel free to borrow. Just link back if you decide to do anything with it.

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[mysharona1987]

Roman Roy is just King Joffrey with slight empathy.

Shit, Joffrey and Roman stuck living together would have made good tv.

[monthgirl]

[sansaissteel]

I was just thinking about Joffrey and how even though he's awful like truly awful he's thirteen.

No one ever says he's just a child.

Which I get why he has so much power. So do certain other characters, yet I've seen people defend them.

[growingstrong2019]

Happy 10th anniversary to the death of King Joffery! With this quote, you can tell just how much of a good time Olenna was having with herself.

[ly0nstea]

I think I have to respect how fast Joffrey in Game of Thrones can switch from tyrant to the most pathetic man to ever exist like thats a skill tbh

[kinslayer-sapphire]

King Joff: The Prince That Was Promised!

In Defense of Joffrey Baratheon

His Uncle-Dad and Aunt-Mom caused him to be born an incest baby and Cersei spoiled and Robert neglected him by not turning into a man and warrior. All, poor Joff needed was some proper parental figures, affection, and tutelage. Not an insane crazy lady in Cersei and a fat slob bozo in Robert.

Joffrey was justified in executing a man who wanted him kicked off the Throne in favor of Stannis the Mannis who would kill him and his entire family: Jamie Cersei, Myrcella, and Tommen.

Sansa is the daughter of a confessed traitor and is an extremely airheaded naivete girl not fit to be queen another Caitlyn Stark in the making. Why would Joff be kind and forgiving to a blood-traitorous and annoying brat?

Joffrey defended his stepfather's honor when that foolish daft bard made an insulting song about the great conquering King Robert Baratheon around the realm! He was even magnanimous enough to let the foolbard keep his fingers or his tongue!

Joffrey killing Robert’s bastard in the show was most likely Cersei’s actions in the book. Despite that, no bastards means no potential rebellion like the Blackfyres.

Joffrey killed Tyrion and Petyr's diseased-ridden whore prostitutes that would give him herpes and syphilis. How dare Tyrion offer use a crude and vile “gift” to a minor! 🔞 Disgusting Imp wanted Joff to turn to his man-whoring vices!

Joffrey treated an elegant and classy woman like Margaery Tyrell with adoring affection, admiration, and respect that she deserves as a role model to all Westerosi noblewomen.

Joff the Illborn is more like Joff the Illraised!

[azulolivart]

An unequal marriage in Westeros.