#but fuck you too Lyanna

[kokoch4n3l]

lyanna and rhaegar, they can never make me like either of you

[helaenasaegon]

Question: Am I supposed to like Rhaeger? He destroyed his entire family and got most of them murdered, his little siblings then suffering as impoverished orphans constantly outrunning death, just so he could get with some chick who... did he even know Lyanna well? Also, fuck Lyanna, too! I don't wanna hear "She was only 16, UWU." That's, like, 24 in Medieval years! They both should've known better. 😒

I know many people subscribe to the "Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna" story, but I personally don't believe that, and I never have, even before GoT went with them being "in love." I'm not going to take the Starks' word on this situation, of course they'd believe Lyanna was an innocent victim.

(*NO fucking Jon hate on this post, bitches. I will YEET your ass into the sun!)

[atopvisenyashill]

sorry i’m still annoyed but like we really think if ned would have seen robert hit lyanna with his own two eyes he wouldn’t have done anything. that’s what we’re saying. that’s really what we’re all saying that’s really-

[tweedfrog]

Viserys life and family was falling down around him and he just spent all his time making tiny little city models I just know if he'd have had the most well respected little knick knack etsy store in the early 2010s and ignore every single summons he recieved to go to court and actually sort out his custody and child support arrangements with Alicent

[la-pheacienne]

“Robert will never keep to one bed,” Lyanna had told him at Winterfell, on the night long ago when their father had promised her hand to the young Lord of Storm’s End. “I hear he has gotten a child on some girl in the Vale.” Ned had held the babe in his arms; he could scarcely deny her, nor would he lie to his sister, but he had assured her that what Robert did before their betrothal was of no matter, that he was a good man and true who would love her with all his heart. Lyanna had only smiled. “Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature.”

For the first time in years, he found himself remembering Rhaegar Targaryen. He wondered if Rhaegar had frequented brothels; somehow he thought not.

Robert would swear undying love and forget them before evenfall, but Ned Stark kept his vows.

"Lyanna is a hypocrite for calling out chronic cheaters like robert and then running away with Rhaegar" this is truly funny, the fact that you associate a man who chronically visits brothels, fucks child prostitutes and leaves bastards all around, with a man who left his one (1) arranged marriage for another girl he fell in love with. Especially when Ned already makes this exact comparison in the very first book, first between Robert and Rhaegar and then between Robert and himself, just to showcase how fucked up in the head his BFF Robert was compared to both Rhaegar and himself.

And now I'm not saying Ned should be uncritically treated by the reader as this paragon of virtue and feminism. I'm saying, however, that Ned's standards of "decent behavior towards women" are pretty close to the writer's standards of decent behavior towards women, in universe, considering he has one of the healthiest marriages and probably the healthiest relationship with his daughters in the asoiaf universe and his one basic fatal flaw regarding his sister is precisely arranging her marriage with his BFF Robert, a decision that haunts him to this day considering he spends one whole book reflecting on and regretting his friendship with Robert and his decision to marry his sister to Robert. And this regret is now reinforced by every single one of Robert's actions during or prior to AGOT that Ned finds repulsive, aka his murderous obsession with Dany, his violent treatment of Cersei, his mistreatment of all these women/children and their kids, his approval of the murder and rape of Elia and her kids.

Ned now finally realizes what Lyanna already instinctively knew about Robert's nature from the get go (even if she didn't have all the data at the time). He should have known what she already instinctively knew, despite being so young, but he was too far gone into his delululand of sacred bromance with Robert to care. Now he knows precisely why his sister chose Rhaegar and now he reflects on all this and his regret and guilt run so deep but it's too late because Lyanna and Rhaegar are dead and there is nothing he can do about it. And the harrowing recounting of Lyanna's death in Ned's pov is something for sure, but let's not forget the understated yet still discernable regret and sadness in his visual memory of Rhaegar's death which is in sharp contrast with his complete apathy and emotional detachment towards his living breathing friend who is standing right in front of him:

“I vowed to kill Rhaegar for what he did to her.” “You did,” Ned reminded him. “Only once,” Robert said bitterly. They had come together at the ford of the Trident while the battle crashed around them, Robert with his warhammer and his great antlered helm, the Targaryen prince armored all in black. On his breastplate was the three-headed dragon of his House, wrought all in rubies that flashed like fire in the sunlight. The waters of the Trident ran red around the hooves of their destriers as they circled and clashed, again and again, until at last a crushing blow from Robert’s hammer stove in the dragon and the chest beneath it. When Ned had finally come on the scene, Rhaegar lay dead in the stream, while men of both armies scrabbled in the swirling waters for rubies knocked free from his armor. “In my dreams, I kill him every night,” Robert admitted. “A thousand deaths will still be less than he deserves.“ There was nothing Ned could say to that.

Ned's trajectory from being a victim of the evil targaryen dynasty and Robert's faithful friend to questioning the entire basis of his old allegiance and realizing that actually Rhaegar maybe should have been King and that his sister was right about Robert because he's indeed full of shit, his subsequent guilt, regret and disillusionment over the regime he enabled, and his inability to save his house from collapse are all core elements of his arc and why his character is so fascinating and tragic. Ned's gradual deconstruction of Robert and his friendship with him is the thought process that led to all of the above. Ned remembering Lyanna's quote about Robert is there precisely to reinforce his disillusionment with Robert and highlight his difference with Rhaegar, a recurring theme in his arc. And it is particularly funny that so many people that call themselves Stark Stans TM (!!!) just swipe away all of the subtext and actual text surrounding this quote just to prove a point that is directly antithetical to the quote, its meaning and its function in the narrative, while also framing lyanna as a hypocrite over it lmao.

[flowerandblood]

The Impossible Choice (8)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, domination ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm's End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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When Lyanna walked into chamber informing her that her husband wanted to see her, she felt joy and horror at the same time. She was pleased that he desired her so much that he wished to spend another night with her.

However, she didn't know how to explain to him how sore she was, she was sure that no matter how gentle he might be, he would cause her pain and discomfort. She reasoned, however, that he might show her understanding in these delicate, feminine matters.

She entered his rooms shaken and frightened, fearful of his reaction and froze in disbelief; what she saw in front of her eyes made her voice hitch up in her throat, although she wanted to scream with all her might.

Her sister, Floris, was lying on the stone floor, sobbing loudly, all red, and her husband pressed her to the ground with his foot on her chest.

She couldn't believe that this was really happening.

She couldn't get any sound out, shocked and shuddered when she heard her husband's mocking voice.

"Your sister came to suck my cock. What should I do with her? I don't think this is what she expected when she knelt before me."

She felt as if someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water over her head, even she didn't fully understand the meaning of his words, but she knew more or less what they meant.

Her own sister had come to her husband's chamber to seduce him.

She felt burning tears under her eyelids, which involuntarily began to run down her face and pressed her lips together, holding back any sound that might come from her mouth.

She heard Floris sobbing even louder at his words, almost screaming, but she could no longer find any compassion for her. Her husband was clearly frustrated by the sounds coming out of her chest, because he pressed her harder to the floor with his leg.

"Shut the fuck up." He hissed, looking down at her with a stony face.

For some reason, she felt satisfaction at the sight.

He could agree and take what she wanted to give him.

She knew that what her sister was going through was a brutal humiliation, that she should stop it, but some part of her was enjoying it.

As she began to beg her forgiveness, the awareness and pity she had felt came back to her, despite the immense pain and her burning, betrayed heart.

When she saw him take out his dagger she decided that this was all going too far.

"Let her go." She said weakly.

She looked at him and saw in his cold gaze that he would be ready to hurt her sister if she said a word.

She thought that he was dark, frightening man, but for some reason that thought did not repulse her.

Her violent husband chose her once again over her sisters.

He finally gave up on his idea, deciding to respect her decision.

"Get out." He said lowly, walking over to the table and taking a cup from it, drinking almost its entire contents.

She saw her sister turn on her stomach, trying to rise from her knees, trembling all over, sobbing loudly under her breath, her hair and nightdress in complete disarray.

She thought it was a hopeless, sad sight and that she even felt sorry for her, that it would be hard for her to go on, living with such humiliation.

Floris left the chamber quickly, terrified, and she wanted to follow her out, to speak to her, to ask her how she could have done something like this to her, but his voice stopped her.

"Where are you going?" He asked coolly, and she stopped, feeling a shiver pass through her at his tone of voice.

She looked at him and saw that he was extending his hand with his empty cup towards her. She pressed her lips together, wiping her nose, all runny from tears.

She took the jug in her trembling hands and prayed not to spill anything, not wanting to upset him.

She was afraid that drunk and angry, he would still want to take it out on her.

To take her, despite her pain and crying.

She refilled his cup halfway, not wanting to encourage him to drink more. However, this gesture only made him more upset.

"More. Do you begrudge your husband wine?" He hissed, and she pressed her lips together humbly, immediately reaching back for the jug.

"Forgive me, my prince." She mumbled, refilling his cup to the full, stepping back and waiting anxiously for his further orders. He stared at her intensely, his eye dark and misty, dangerous, she felt her heart in her throat with fear.

"You may leave." He said finally, turning his back to her, sitting back in his chair in front of the fire, taking a loud sip of wine.

She felt a huge sense of relief at his words and swallowed loudly, however, she hesitated.

She didn't want to be alone.

She didn't want to cry in solitude in her bed.

She wanted to stay with him.

She saw him glance over his shoulder at her, hearing that she hadn't moved an inch.

"May I sleep in your bed tonight, my husband?" She asked quietly, humbly, pleadingly, as tenderly as she could.

She felt a warmth in her belly when she called him her husband; she thought that it was so wonderfully pleasant to say those words, to be someone's wife, even if not entirely of her own free will.

She saw that he had turned his head away, taking another sip from his cup. He was silent for a long moment and she began to fear that she had frustrated him again with an unnecessary question.

"Yes." He hummed, and she let the air out of her mouth quietly.

"Thank you, husband." She whispered and moved slowly towards his bed, hiding under his sheets.

Only then did she allow herself to analyse what had happened.

She knew that her sisters had wanted this marriage, that they had competed in front of each other to be the chosen one, she understood their frustration, but she was their sister.

They preferred to humiliate and destroy her just to extract something for themselves, to give each other at least a moment of satisfaction.

She felt tears run down her cheeks onto the pillow under her head at the thought, but made no sound of her own.

She didn't expect him to come to her, embrace her or comfort her.

It was enough for her that he was in the same room.

That he didn't take her sister, although he could have.

She probably wouldn't have found out about anything, naively believing that everything was perfectly normal. She resisted the urge to let out a moan of despair and cuddled her face into her pillow, trying to fall asleep.

She awoke in the middle of the night, complete darkness all around her, only moonlight illuminated the chamber. She rose to sit up, looking around the room, sensing that her husband was not lying next to her. She saw that he was still sitting in his chair by the long-smoked fireplace, slumped slightly, his head resting on his shoulder.

She thought that he must have fallen asleep like this, drunk.

She wondered if she should wake him, tell him to lie down on the bed, decided against it, didn't want to frustrate him again.

She rose quietly, taking one of the quilts in her hand, and silently approached him barefoot. She covered him as gently as possible, doing her best not to make any loud movement. She looked at his sleeping face and sighed quietly, thinking that not even the scar and the lack of an eye could make her not see him as a handsome man.

She silently admired his long, shiny white hair, looking truly angelic, his unusual, sharp jaw, long, pointy nose and full, soft lips. She felt a pleasant tingling between her thighs at the memory of him kissing her.

She thought that he wasn't repelling her at all.

There was something about him that attracted her, despite his dark, scary nature.

She couldn't stop herself from touching him and gently brushed the back of her hand over his cheek, then rised her fingers to stroke his soft hair. She felt a wonderfully pleasant, comforting sensation as she did so, forgetting for a moment the unpleasant events of earlier that evening.

She moved away from him, not wanting to wake him, and walked slowly towards the bed with the intention of sleeping further. She shuddered when she heard his helpless, quiet mumbling.

"Don't leave me, mother."

She looked over her shoulder at him, wondering if she'd really heard it or if she'd just imagined it and saw that his chest was rising restlessly as if he was dreaming some kind of nightmare. She fought with herself, not knowing what to do, afraid that if he woke up, he would be furious with her. However, she couldn't help herself.

She approached him again, sitting down on his lap in his chair, her hand ran tenderly over his scarred cheek. She felt him flinch all over, frightened that he was awake, but he only caught her arm, pressing her hand to his chest. She thought with pain that something was happening inside him that she didn't understand, that he was in pain for some reason.

She wanted to give him some sort of relief.

She slid deeper, hugging his lowered head to her breasts, stroking slowly his hair with her trembling hand. She swallowed loudly, when he snuggled into her suddenly, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.

She thought that he was like a helpless little child, so in need of his mother's care and tenderness.

She understood him, because she herself lacked that after her mother had left this world.

She laid her cheek on his head, closing her eyes, embracing him, stroking his hair with a slow, unhurried movements; she could feel him slowly calming down, falling back into a deep, sound sleep.

She thought that even if he thought it wasn't her, perhaps he was now experiencing some kind of relief and fulfilment that he needed.

She kissed tenderly the top of his head, touched that in this bizarre way she could suddenly be so wonderfully close to him.

She woke up after a long time, terrified, sucking in loud breath as she felt him rise with her, grabbing her hips. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, feeling her heart pounding hard, frightened that he would be furious with her.

"Forgive me." She mumbled, terrified that he would put her outside the door and simply shut it in front of her face, furious, recognising that she had taken advantage of a moment of his weakness.

He, however, to her surprise, did not head towards the door, but to his bed; she thought that perhaps he wanted to lie down to sleep in a more comfortable position.

She was wrong about that too.

He laid her down on his bedding, towering over her, breathing heavily, he could see that he was still drunk, his gaze hazy and cloudy.

She swallowed hard when he slowly begin to undo the buckles of his tunic, looking at her as if he wanted to devour her, she felt arousal at the sight, a pleasurable throbbing between her thighs.

He pulled his tunic off himself in one, sure movement, to her surprise, he also pulled his nightgown off, leaving his chest bare.

Only now could she see how well built he was.

She gasped silently at the sight, feeling warm desire pulsing in her lower abdomen, didn't resist him as he spread her legs and began to untie his breeches.

"Show me your breasts." He commanded, but not as coolly as usual, his voice shaky; whatever he was thinking about the position that he had found her in when he woke up it had apparently made him lose his temper.

She reached right up to untie her chemise, pulling the material aside, letting him look at what he wanted. She heard his low sigh of contentment as he climbed onto the bed, grasping her face in his hands, popping greedily into her puffy, swollen lips.

She murmured, surprised by this sudden passion, she could smell in his breath the overwhelming scent of wine, of smoke, of fire, of his saliva, of his arousal, his lips was thristy and restless, as if he feared that if he would not take the tenderness from her violently, she would not give it to him freely.

He was wrong.

She dared to slip her hands into his hair, to draw his face to hers, to deepen the kiss, her plump lips teasing his, trailing over his face, leaving wet marks on his skin, driving him insane. She heard him let out a soft, low, helpless groan, surprised at how willing she was, as if he expected her to resist rather than be delighted.

Her lips left his mouth once in a while, her hands stroking and rubbing the skin of his cheeks, his scar gently, tenderly, with devotion and acceptance, she could see him struggling with himself, his still unsober mind unsure if this was really happening.

It seemed to her that he decided to find out, to make sure, and began to touch her, the tip of his tongue tentatively slipping between her mouth, running its fleshy structure over her upper lip. She felt his rough, large hands everywhere, on her breasts, her shoulders, her hips, her thighs, running over her body like a map, his touch completely different from that during their wedding night, it seemed to her more natural, primal.

He dug his fingertips into the soft skin of her buttocks, panting with her without pulling away from her lips, swollen from his caresses, she felt like her whole body was on fire as he began to kiss and suck her neck, her hands roaming over his heated, sweaty back.

She sighed when she felt him slide his breeches down a little, just enough for her to feel his swollen, throbbing erection between her thighs.

She no longer cared about the pain or discomfort, she wanted to feel him again, wanted to be his once more.

She threw her head back with a low moan as he thrusted into her suddenly, confidently, all to the end. She had the feeling that this time it was completely different.

That whether he wanted it or not, the two of them were equals.

She sobbed beneath him as he began to move inside her in fast, violent, sharp pace, kneeling in front of her, holding her hips in his hands, rooting into her in this delightful position that gave her so much pleasure, panting loudly with her, his cock opening her wide with lewd clicks of her moisture.

"− yes − yes − yes −" She whined like a prayer, clasping her hands on the sheets around her, moaning along with him, his fingertips clenched painfully tight on her hips, his thighs bumping against the skin of her arse with a wet, loud, perverted slaps.

" − fucking made to take my cock −" He exhaled with delight and she moaned at his words, ashamed, arching like a string, surprised by his sudden effusiveness, his desire to touch her, by everything that he was now giving her.

She squealed loudly as he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, so that she was sitting on top of him. Excited by this new, more comfortable position, she put her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his, looking down at him with misty eyes, letting him slam into her as quickly and deeply as he desired.

He was sliding in and out of her, holding her waist in an iron grip, pushing her fleshy, hot walls apart with the quick thrusts of his hips, making her head spin with pleasure, rubbing her where she needed it.

"− Aemond −" She mewled, and he groaned low, almost animal-like at the sound of his name from her lips, so shameless, private, intimate.

"− fuck − stop −" He breathed out as if her tenderness, her directness was too much for him.

She kissed him greedily, the tip of her tongue brazenly and tauntingly licked his, causing him to make that wonderfully low, broken sound again.

She clasped her hands on his cheeks, running the tip of her nose over his face, bouncing with each of his pounds, feeling as if she were in some wonderful frenzy of elation, she rose and fell, whining his name, and he panted helplessly beneath her, his thrusts sloppy and dirty.

"− no − please − fuck! −" He clenched his teeth, not really knowing what he was asking for, pressing his face into her breasts, coming hard deep inside her with a loud groan of pleasure and anger.

His helpless words made her come a moment after him with a surprised moan of relief, a wonderful, tickling sensation of delight spread through her body like a hot wave, while she was falling and rising on his still hard cock.

They were both panting, trembling all over, hugging each other after this strange, sudden, frantic closeness that neither of them had expected.

She wasn't sure what had actually happened to her and felt ashamed of her perverted, shameless behaviour.

She thought that her husband was arousing something in her that she didn't understand, and his unintentional closeness was causing something to be released in her, some wonderful desire that she hadn't known before.

It was only now, sitting on top of him, snuggled into him, feeling him still pulsing inside her, panting hard that she realised she was trying to mimic his movements, wanting to see if it would feel good.

And gods, it felt so good.

Once in a while she placed a kiss on the top of his head, brushing her fingers through his hair, running her hand down his bare back, she felt goosebumps on his skin every time as she repeated this sensual, gentle gesture, their breathing began to slowly calm down.

She shuddered when she felt his large hand on her back, his fingers tentatively traveling up and down her spine, apparently wanting to reciprocate her gentle caresses that were so foreign to him. She pressed his face to her breasts, sighing with delight as she felt shivers of pleasure pass through her with each of his strokes.

"− my husband −" She whispered tenderly.

He murmured, closing his eye and simply let himself drift off into the world of these pleasant, gentle, subtle sensations.

She felt that after a moment they both began to fall asleep, cuddled into each other in this semi-sitting position. He leaned over suddenly, laying on his side with her, his face still snuggled into her chest.

He slid out of her gently with a loud click of her moisture and his spend, grunting with displeasure and made himself comfortable between her breasts, no longer making a sound, letting her embrace him as she pleased. She laid her cheek against the top of his head, closing her eyes.

She thought that this night was the first time that she had seen her husband as he really was.

She woke up just before dawn, unsure of where she was, feeling someone's arm embracing her waist, his large hand on her half-naked breast, slipped under the untied material of her nightgown. She turned her head in that direction, frightened, and saw the face of her husband lying next to her, sleeping a stony sleep.

He smelled of wine.

She pressed her lips together at the memory of what they had done.

She was afraid of his sober mind's reaction to what had happened, that he would accuse her of taking advantage of his condition and weakness.

That he didn't want it at all.

He was asking her to stop, but she didn't understand why, as his hips, instead of slowing down, accelerated, his fingers, instead of letting her go, dug more firmly into soft skin of her hips, rooting his manhood deep into her with such intense thrusts that she had to clench her hands in his hair for balance.

She thought with pain that although she wanted to sleep on by his side, believing that he knew what he was doing, she should leave.

She reasoned, swallowing quietly, that after the way he had forced her to leave the day before in the morning, today would surely be no different and she wasn't about to find out, waiting like a puppy for his approval.

She figured that she would leave on her own.

And he, if he wanted to, would summon her again.

She actually preferred that if he was angry he wouldn't take it out on her right away and could cool off in solitude; if he was happy, nothing would happen if he visited her alone, of his own free will.

She slipped quietly out of his embrace, his low, displeased, sleepy grunt answered her, make her freeze in half-motion. He merely turned over, however, continuing to sleep, and she sighed softly, rising from the bed, walking barefoot towards the door.

She hissed quietly, immediately feeling that embarrassing sensation again as something flowed out of her, a mixture of her moisture and his seed running down her thigh. She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled slightly at the sight of his peaceful, sleeping face.

He looked so gentle.

She opened the door with a quiet clatter of wood and stepped out, closing it behind her.

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[ilynpilled]

i think an interesting factor that is not acknowledged by fandom is what exactly is indicated in the text that cersei and jaime’s plan was and how old they were when they came up with it. this doesnt confirm that they intend to continue a sexual affair during a royal marriage, only to not be separated/be near eachother always. though i understand that cersei convinces jaime also through a passionate sexual act (not confirmed what degree) and the high had effect on jaime’s decision making, and they have experimented with sexual acts of some sort already as children, and there is no doubt in my mind that they have a skewed understanding of how they love each other like “our love is natural law”, but there are a lot of other things we know: everybody in the equation assumes there will be a royal marriage hence cersei would remain in KL and they would be “near each other always”, and an affair would be treason punishable by death. they do know it will not be the same as it was before because cersei will get married, even if jaime doesn’t. cersei was already infatuated with rhaegar, and says she expected and wanted to be his queen, wife, and the mother of his children. this is much later and a lot of other things happen, but the last time we know the twins have sex (confirmed penetrative sex. cersei says “i fucked jaime” verbatim) is right before the wedding with robert, and after the married couple emerge from the sept, jaime is obviously distraught. why? wasn’t this the plan all along? ofc there is jealousy, but i argue that because they know this marks the end of the relationship. jaime is already at a point where he is pretty disillusioned with every other major value in his life: honor, glory, knighthood, and heroism. and he gave up everything else he had, a lot of free will/lands/titles etc, to be close to cersei, so all that remains to him is love (which is arguably the most important thing to him), which we know he also considers a vow, though more abstract and personal. cersei experiences disillusionment during the bedding when robert calls her lyanna. it is a similar epiphany to the crowd cheering for jaime after he is raised to the kg at harrenhal, him being content enough despite other aspects of this plan falling apart (he joined because of cersei, but “honor and glory played their part” & “that boy wanted to be ser arthur dayne.” aspirations for knighthood and heroism are clearly there) until actually finding out that aerys chose him as a pawn against tywin and not as a knight, his position is without much meaning, and he wants “to rip off his white cloak” but knows he can’t because, not only was he already selected, he had sworn the oaths now too. and of course, cersei’s experience also gets much worse from this point on, just like how jaime’s got worse as a kg, and how his understanding of so many things he idealized was torn apart, and he is confronted with how these things work and contradict in reality. but what i really want to highlight is that when they are at greenstone, about a year into the marriage, robert starts cheating on her with a female cousin:

cersei sends jaime to confirm her suspicions, and he returns with the question of “do you want him dead for it?” both of them are mad at robert for dishonoring her and breaking his marital vows, why would they be if they are already cheating too? i get that these are the lannister twins, but then cersei says “no. i want him horned.” horned means cucked, and the indication here is that robert had not been horned yet at this point. this is where the affair seems to start, there is no evidence for the contrary afaik. it is also obviously 100% penetrative sex, hence cersei can believe it is when joffrey was conceived. and it happened primarily in retaliation against robert. destructive codependent incest spawning as a result of complex family dynamics and parental neglect aside, at every turn it is highlighted that this affair is also a product of a lot of systemic issues and the twins’ disillusionment, but focusing more on cersei and her being stuck in an abusive and unwanted marriage: the husband is free to cheat on her with no risk or consequences, unlike her, and does so. the bitterness from this influences her to retaliate with an affair of her own. not to mention she is fighting back against her rapist the only way she can, and refuses to bear his children, which is again, the limited form of retaliation she has. she could accept jaime’s proposal to kill robert for her, but this could lead to jaime’s death (she outright says this in agot when she says that jaime would have killed robert even if it cost him his own life if he saw the bruises + the same proposal down the line could also threaten her life and the life of her children if this murder is investigated. + i do think part of her just wants revenge. she wants to retaliate in this way where she has the power). i just dont think people simplifying this situation and implying that “the twins intended and would 100% have ‘fucked up their own lives’ and ‘threatened the realm’ with an affair during a royal marriage no matter what.” stands. idk, maybe it is just my preference, but to me it makes sense that even with tywin’s rearing they couldve grown out of this dysfunctional relationship as they got older and gained maturity, but instead everything gets worse and pushes them into embracing the illusion of eachother more than ever.

[melrosing]

MBO Robert's Rebellion: Episode 10

sorry for the accidental seven month hiatus 2023 has been foul but we are back. rounding off “season 1” with Harrenhal, then I’m gonna take some time to finish mapping out what the second half of the series looks like. but have done most of that already so shouldn’t be too long?? (famous last words)

btw this one feels like the longest I’ve written so let’s just imagine it’s a movie length finale or something idk

SEASON ONE: Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3, Episode 4, Episode 5, Episode 6, Episode 7, Episode 8, Episode 9

SEASON TWO: Episode 1

title for this one: watch this age like milk when the harrenhal play reaches the stage

We find a slight, almost sickly looking young man in a green cloak, stepping delicately around the roots of a woodland - he looks a bit lost. Suddenly the sound of hooves as a young girl races through the trees crying with laughter, followed shortly by her three brothers, all ahorse. Seeing the young man on foot, the girl circles back and asks if he’s looking for the tourney of Harrenhal; the young man says that he is, but he’s lost his way. Brandon Stark, joining them, notes that this is Howland Reed, of a house sworn to House Stark - he should join their train. On cue the vast Stark train emerges through the trees

Panning through the trees, we now overlook a valley in which vast numbers can be seen travelling towards an immense castle in the distance. Howland how the fuck did you miss that 

Opening creds

Aerys in his covered litter, travels through the gates of Harrenhal; Varys sits opposite him, watching passersby with interest. They hadn’t thought he’d come, Aerys tells Varys, but Rhaegar isn’t king yet, so why should he take the limelight etc. Varys agrees, noting it’s conspicuous that Lord Whent should have such vast sums as to host a tourney such as this - and leaves the rest to Aerys’ imagination. Varys then notes the absence of Tywin Lannister, who spurned the tourney that would invest Jaime into the Kingsguard; Aerys notes he has his eye on Tywin, too

Aerys steps out of his litter to applause from the assembled lords and ladies. He scrutinises them all. Rhaegar emerges shortly afterwards on horseback, and the cheers are twice as loud. Behind him, Ser Lewyn Martell helps Elia from a litter, shortly joined by Rhaegar; Rhaegar enquires after Elia first, then the baby - she is with child again, but it seems to be taking a toll. Oberyn Martell rides up to scowl at Rhaegar and take his sister’s arm

In Lyanna’s room at Harrenhal, where we find her elbowing Benjen out the door. As soon as she’s alone, she pulls a chest from under her bed, opening it to reveal a sword and armour. She picks up the helmet and considers it

A feast @ Harrenhal. Elia has taken to bed after her travels, so Rhaegar attends alone. He’s got his harp out again and sings a sad, slow song (does he know any others lol). Lyanna, sat at a nearby bench, weeps to hear it - it seems to strike her more than anyone in the room, though even she seems unsure why. Rhaegar looks up and meets her eyes. Just as they do so, Benjen Stark starts cackling at Lyanna’s tears, and Lyanna upends a flagon over his head

DANCING 🕺🏼 💃🏻 Ashara Dayne sits talking to her brother Arthur, whilst Ned looks on wistfully. Refusing Brandon’s urges to ask her to dance, Brandon decides to ask Ashara on his behalf and some spark passes between them etc etc it’s like that scene from Hamilton in which Ashara Dayne is founding father Alexander Hamilton. from now on please picture Lin Manuel Miranda as Ashara Dayne

Ashara, smiling at Brandon’s request, agrees to dance with Ned, and talks sweetly to him as they turn about the floor; however, it does not escape Ned that Ashara’s gaze often fixes on Brandon :/

Aerys with Barristan Selmy, watching the floor. He asks Barristan what he thinks of Jaime Lannister, soon to be a brother of the Kingsguard. Barristan thinks Jaime’s too young and naïve for such duty - and this boy does not look to him like a young Tywin Lannister. Unfortunately that was exactly what Aerys wanted to hear so you fucked that up Barry

Meanwhile, Elia sits with her brother Oberyn, unable to manage much food. Oberyn, worried, says he’ll fetch Rhaegar. Elia says there’s little point: the prince is always so distracted of late, hardly seems to see what’s right in front of him. Oberyn looks furious, and Elia, regretting she said anything, says there’s little and less she wants of Rhaegar - he plays for Rhaenys sometimes, but he’s no comfort to her, and she suspects she’s little to him. Whatever is going through that guy’s head, Elia can never coax him to share it. Elia tells Oberyn that he, on the other hand, is plenty of comfort to her, and should tell her something to make her laugh

Jaime gets his main character moment; Aerys summons him to the front of the hall. Jaime has accumulated some misgivings about this whole venture in recent weeks, but they fall away as he approaches the Kingsguard. Arthur Dayne watches on, expression inscrutable. Gerold Hightower swears Jaime in, and there’s a big ole cheer: Jaime beams, and for a moment he feels like a hero. Aerys beams as well until the crowd starts chanting ‘the young lion’. Well shit he’s just invested Tywin Lannister’s son hasn’t he. Aerys exits the hall and gnawing at his fucked up fingernails with Varys watching on

Drinking outside Harrenhal; Howland Reed is wandering about trying to find a meal. Three squires approach him angling for a fight, and begin to deliver blows when Howland won’t rise to the occasion. THEN! The Starks arrive led by Lyanna, who tackles the squires herself. The squires flee and Lyanna declares that Howland should stay in their quarters

Meanwhile, the King summons Jaime. Jaime arrives looking buzzed from all the attention and adulation, but Aerys looks less than pleased. Aerys asks Jaime to swear again he would die for his king, will he always obey? Jaime, perturbed, agrees he would. Aerys looks unconvinced, and after a moment, orders Jaime to King’s Landing to watch over Rhaella and Viserys. Jaime attempts to argue, but Aerys demands again that Jaime swear he would always obey. Jaime is forced to swear again, and abandon the tourney. Aerys tells Ser Gerold Hightower he doesn’t like the look of insolence in the boy’s eyes. Ser Gerold says he’s only a kid, and anyway he’d be happy to trade places with Jaime?? Aerys declines, wishes to teach Tywin Lannister’s son the humility his father never knew

In the Starks’ quarters with Howland. Lyanna inexpertly wraps a bandage about Howland’s injured arm; Benjen tells her she’s doing a shit job, Lyanna challenges him to do better. Brandon tells Howland he ought to learn to defend himself, and Lyanna tells him not everyone can - that’s what knights are for. Brandon tells Howland that Lyanna fancies herself a knight: Ned adds she might be better at swordplay than Brandon himself. Brandon seems surprised at this minor insolence from Ned of all people. Ofc, Ned is still smarting at what he saw between Brandon and Ashara

Jaime Lannister riding alone down the dark Kingsroad, looking more like a hedge knight than a member of the kingsguard. Reduced to angry tears, he shouts out into the dark in rage

NEXT MORNING! Tourney scenes!! Like that S1E1 joust scene from HOTD except without the ridiculous levels of gore lmao. We find Robert in the stands, still flushed from his own jousts, sat beside the Stark men. Robert has his Estermont cousin on his other arm, but asks Ned where he might find Lyanna. Ned says they’ve not seen their sister since the night before. Robert says they ought to keep an eye on his betrothed with so many men about; Richard Lonmouth, Robert’s drinking partner (yeah I forgot this guy existed too), leans over to suggest it’s Brandon they might keep an eye on instead - word’s got around he’d been wandering about the castle last night… Ned looks to Brandon, and Brandon won’t look back

Suddenly, some murmuring: a mystery knight has arrived!! Their armour is mismatched, sporting a weirwood tree, and they’re on the short side: a few laughs. Ned chews his lip - we can see right away that he knows who this is, and now we know too. Tense moment as the Knight of the Laughing Tree jousts, surprise (and Ned’s sheer relief) as they win almost effortlessly. Richard Lonmouth says he’ll place a bet on the Knight of the Laughing Tree’s next joust, Robert decides to bet against him 

Some kind of montage of the KOTLT’s various jousts. At one point, they’re almost knocked from their horse, and they cry out. Ned jolts in panic, and Rhaegar’s head swings up - has he clocked who this is as well??? KOTLT recovers, and wins the joust. Aerys looking on, perturbed - has Tywin’s son returned is mismatched armour to spite him? Ser Gerold is sure that Ser Jaime is taller, but Aerys is already full on pizzagate on this notion, wants to seize KOTLT. Varys, at his side, advises he does not - look how pleased everyone is by this mystery knight. Not great PR for the crown to just grab the guy

Final joust. The Knight of the Laughing Tree demands to joust one of the champions of the previous day, i.e. one of Howland’s tormentors. Suitable tension etc, and the KOTLT wins comfortably. Robert groans, now deep in debt to Richard Lonmouth. The commons doing some kind of Masked Singer chant for the KOTLT to de-mask. Robert is descending the steps insisting he’ll do it himself. Ned panics, trying to grab his arm, when suddenly!!! Rhaegar stands up in the royal box (or whatever idk) to say something about tonight’s feast or whatever, and amidst the distraction, the KOTLT darts off behind the stands

It’s night. Lyanna has ridden into the woods, and removes the last of her KOTLT armour beneath the trees, grinning to herself. Then: cliché twig snap in the background someone’s followed her oh no!! Lyanna draws her sword - whoever it is has seen how she can fight, so she advises they don’t try her. Rhaegar emerges, and agrees that he has - though he’d be eager to see if they were a match for one another some other day. He notes that she’s the Stark girl; Lyanna says she’s not. Rhaegar laughs - it’s the first time we’ve seen him do so. Lyanna frowns and says she knows who he is. Rhaegar says he supposes no introductions are necessary then

Back at Harrenhal: another fuckin dance. Robert wants to ask Lyanna for a dance, but Ned has no idea where she is - he’s worried now, and suggests to Brandon they ought to go look for her. Brandon seems to be searching for someone else, agrees he’ll come look for Lyanna later. Meanwhile, Aerys is looking for his goddamn son where is that freaky kid. Robert meanwhile grabs at a serving woman

Back with Lyanna and Rhaegar. Lyanna wants to know why Rhaegar followed her. Rhaegar says she heard his song. Lyanna says everyone heard his stupid song. Rhaegar says no, you heard it. Lyanna like right ok whatever that’s supposed to mean. But she’s intrigued. She changes the subject, says she understands he fights well - why don’t they test each other now? Rhaegar tells her he didn’t bring a sword. Lyanna says that was stupid. Long look between them, sizing each other up

Quiet scenes over Harrenhal….. cut to Brandon and Ned in the halls of the Stark quarters preparing to raise the alarm for their missing sister. Perfect timing, Lyanna’s back whey. Brandon demands to know where she’s been. Lyanna says walking. Brandon scolds her, reminding her that a young woman should not be wandering in the dark unaccounted for!! Lyanna counters ‘and supposedly it’s fine for you to do the same?’, storms off to her room. oooo

Rhaegar returns to his room with Elia. She has not slept, and sits at the window reading. She does not ask him where he’s been. After a long period of silence, Rhaegar asks if she is well, and Elia answers monotonously that she is fine. Rhaegar asks after the child. Elia doesn't answer

FOLLOWING AFTERNOON: final joust!! Rhaegar jousts Arthur Dayne, and it’s suitably tense. Imagine a joust in ur head i’m not gonna write it. Ashara Dayne has joined the Starks in the stands, and cries for her brother’s victory. Brandon laughs and drinks to that. Lyanna looks tense, and Ned looks at her questioningly. Ofc Rhaegar ultimately wins, and Lyanna jumps for joy. Benjen tries to rib her, but she’s not paying attention this time. Applause is deafening all around them

Aerys spitting in the stands. This tourney was Rhaegar’s idea, he knows it, he’ll get to the bottom of it etc - no-one is listening.

Rhaegar is named the winner back on the ground to great applause, and is presented with a crown for his Queen of Love & Beauty. He stares at it for a long moment, like he’s unsure what to do w it

We find Elia in the stands, waiting for Rhaegar to turn to her with the crown. But Rhaegar seems to be searching the stands for someone else. Confused, Elia rises shakily to her feet to draw his attention (surely he knows where to find her).... just as Rhaegar finds the Stark girl in the audience. The crowd’s cheers go quiet, and Oberyn rises to stand beside Elia. Men have risen around Lyanna as well, daring Rhaegar to do what he seems about to

Rhaegar offers Lyanna the crown on the point of his joust, and Lyanna, looking flabbergasted, takes it in her hands

season one done we did it joe

[rise-my-angel]

Gonna be honest guys it's weird to say Lyanna ran away willingly because she was rebellious who didn't want to marry Robert.

Because either you're saying Lyanna learned Aerys Targaryean horrifically murdered her father and brother, whom were there to save her, and wanted her other brothers head as well. And did not immediately send word or return home, all because she was "wild and a rebel". Which is to say you actually think Lyanna Stark is a fucking psychopath.

Or, you think Lyanna heard what happened and wasn't allowed to leave. Which means Rhaegar was holding her against her will, because he knew she'd immediately return home. Or you think Rhaegar just kept that information from her, which ruins your characterization that he is a good guy because it means he kept the fact that his father murdered her father and brother a total secret in order to keep her there.

Which ruins your image of Rhaegar being this better for her then Robert love interest because you people NEED Lyanna story to be about Robert vs Rhaegar. Because you do not actually respect Lyannas agency as being her own person separate from a romance.

Like just maybe, there's a lot less obvious holes you need to speculate about when you consider the idea that "Rhaegar kidnapped her" might be a valid option too.

[x-aefx]

ONE TIME THING - BELLA RAMSEY (PART5)

Pictures above are not mine

Summary: unbeknownst to you, you meet actor Bella Ramsey. You two hit it off but your paths lead two different directions.

Bella Ramsey x female reader

Taglist: @evieguhbyebroski @amberputh @assgardangod @niwritespoetry @mainslutsblog @obsessedmunson @guacala @that-one-little-soybean

Warnings: none (?)

A/N- I am sorry this took so long, I've been studying for my exams and only finished them on the 1st. Not proofread.

Part one⬇️

★★

It took you the entire journey home to register what was happening, the moment you stepped into your home the wheels in your brain started turning and you realized you were about to get ready to meet with Bella.

Bella Ramsey. Mildred Hubble. Lyanna Mormont. Bella fucking Ramsey.

You wouldn't ruin this for yourself. You wouldn't over procrastinate or stress so much that you end up convincing yourself not to go. You would calmly get ready and have fun.

You cringed slightly. You knew that wasn't going to happen.

Aware of the time you ran upstairs to your bedroom.

Choosing an outfit has never been a worry before. A graphic tee would be your go-to in this heat, was that too casual? You didn't even know where you were going.

You continued your search.

Your hands dived deeper, everytime they moved another shirt that was one size too small, or a too revealing dress, your determination grew. Simple was the best option. You doubted Bella would show up dressed to the 9's, they seemed more laid back. Your fingers clung to the soft white fabric of a sleeveless tank top. Your head turned to your window. It was sunny today, not a single cloud in the blue sky. Last time you checked it was 21°C, you were sure it had gotten hotter. You decided that would be the top to wear. Standing back from your wardrobe you moved to your drawers.

Pulling the first drawer opened your hands rummaged through the folded trousers until you saw the familiar trusting blue high waisted jeans.

You wanted to put together a fancy outfit, and you were surprised you didn't, but it was just so hot and your mind was still processing today's events.

When your hair was brushed and your eyelashes curled you turned to your mirror. This would have to do. Taking your phone from the desk you checked the time. You were disappointed when you seen you still had plenty time. Bella had texted you an address, which lead to you typing it into Google maps.

The results were a nice looking vegan restaurant, one you had never heard of before and was only a ten minute walk from your home.

A simple lunch. Don't overthink it.

To keep your mind occupied you watched a few of Bella's past interviews. Somewhere along the way you had found one from when they were on the Worst Witch, you had to admit they were adorable and their long hair suited them.

When the interviews weren't enough to keep your anxiety at bay, you decided you would continue reading your book. You were quick to realize the words were not registering in your head.

Sighing you left your room and made your way to the living room to find something to put you at ease.

There wasn't anything worth watching on the tv, food didn't seem appealing as of right now, you didn't even have any chores to do.

Plopping down onto the soft cushions of your couch, your hands rested on you stomach as you tried to relax. You had seen your mum do this after every shift at work, it seemed to help her.

"Ugh" you groaned. You dug your hands into your pocket and pulled out your phone. Relaxing might be your mum's thing, but not yours.

You had a new message from Aaron and two from your sister. You were still mad at your sister so you decided to open Aarons instead.

You bit your fingernail, a nervous habit you had developed. You hadn't told Aaron about how you had ran into Bella multiple times since sitting beside them on the bus. You didn't know if you should tell him or not.

Aaron was your bestfriend. You told him everything, and trusted him completely. You didn't know why you were so hesitant to tell him.

You didn't want Aaron thinking the situation was anything more than what it was. You stared at the text and thought about your options. Finally your fingers began moving across the keyboard.

You leaned back into the couch. You hated lying, especially to Aaron.

It wasn't a complete lie anyways, you were almost sure that was why your sister had messaged you. She barely texted you for anything but favours.

You watched the three dots move. What if he knew I was lying?

You smiled thankful that he didn't seem to pissed.

You spent the next hour scrolling aimlessly, rotating from social media to online clothing stores.

★

4:48

You jumped from your position on the couch once you realized the time. You wouldn't be late.

Grabbing everything you needed you made your way out of your home, google maps opened on your phone and Mac Miller playing from your earphones.

What would you even say to them? What would you both talk about?

You tried to focus on your music.

With every stop the restaurant got closer and your nerves grew.

Why did you agree to this?

This was way out of your comfort zone.

Suddenly you wished you had told Aaron. He would give you shitty advice, but it always managed to calm you.

You guessed what he might say if he were with you.

You won't be able to marry them if you can't go on one single date.

Pretend its Granny.

If you don't want to talk or don't know what to say, shove your mouth with as much food as possible.

Pretend you don't speak English

Maybe it was for the better that your best friend wasn't here.

You sighed, the music was becoming annoying so you took your earphones out and safely tucked them into your trousers pocket. The restaurant was up a head, you could just about see it so the Google maps wasn't in need anymore.

You fiddled with your hands, sometimes your finger would play with one of the many bracelets on your arm.

Please don't be awkward

Don't mess it up

You calmed your breathing.

The restaurant was nice. It was a red brick building with a large wooden door. Flowers were overgrown from their plant pots above the door and at the bottom of the building. Ivy was growing on the side.

From the large windows you could see the wooden floor and tables inside. The fairy lights creating a soft glow. There were a couple of people inside, not completely busy.

You passed a red fiat car parked at the side and made your way to the wooden door and inside.

Here goes nothing

Pushing the door open your eyes began searching for the familiar brunette.

"hello miss, how can I help you?"

You looked to the smiling waiter.

You smiled back, "I'm fine, just looking for a friend." The waiter nodded.

You then seen those dark messy curls, black t-shirt that had writing you couldn't make out. Their head was ducked as they typed on their phone but you knew it was Bella.

You slowly walked over.

"hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

★ ★ ★

Bella sighed. They didn't know why the person they chose to confide in was the 40 year old man who still was mentally 13 years old.

"walked right into that one." Bella muttered.

They didn't want to admit it, but they arrived twenty minutes early, hoping time would speed up and you would be here already. That wasn't the case. It only gave them more time to stress. Bella began typing out their response.

"hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."

Bella's head snapped up from their phone to the voice, to you.

In that moment Bella felt all air leave their lungs. They didn't know what to say or how to say it.

★ ★

You watched as Bella's confused face disappeared and a smile formed on their lips.

"Hi" Bella breathed out.

You chuckeld at their nervous state.

"hi" you replied back as you took your seat across from them.

It was silent for a moment, but it wasn't an awkward or uncomfortable silence. You both took the time to take in each other. All your previous meetings felt rushed and observed, but right now it felt like time slowed. The few people in the restaurant weren't paying any mind to the two of you.

Bella put their phone away and sat straighter.

"you know, I was worried you wouldn't show up. Actually I think it's concerning that you did. I am basically a stranger after all." Bella teased.

You faked offence.

"you know your right. I think I should get going-"

As you turned your body in your chair and was about to stand up you felt another hand on top of your own from across the table.

The feeling of their cold rings on your warm skin sent goosebumps all along your body.

You turned to look at Bella's hand holding yours and then to their grinning face.

"you wouldn't." Bella squinted their eyes and you could see their lips were trying to conceal their laugh.

"oh I would." You threatened teasingly. You turned to the table beside you, "but man does the food look good here."

Bella finally let out the laugh they were trying to contain. Their hand left yours and suddenly you wished you had savoured the feeling of it more.

You sat back into your seat. The same waiter who had greeted you at the door walked over to your table, pen and paper in hand. He smiled at the both of you.'eric' his name tag read.

You quickly opened the menu and scanned through your options whilst Bella told the waiter what they wanted.

You decided on the Vegan carbonara pasta.

"I'll have that brought out for you in a few minutes"

The waiter left and it was just you and Bella again.

"how long have you been working at the café?" Bella was the first to start the conversation.

You pondered the answer in your head."I'm not sure exactly, can't be over a year though. It's only until I start college."

Bella listened intently to every word you spoke. They gave you their undivided attention.

Once you finished talking about your hopes for college you decided to ask Bella a question.

"aren't you studying environmental science?"

Bella raised a brow, that familiar grin back on their lips."were you stalking me online?"

You scoffed. Their teasing tone and their face full of pride making you embarrassed.

"No" you mumbled as you drank the water from your glass.

Bella laughed, "you definitely were."

"you would do the same if I were super famous!"

Bella laughed again at your words.

"oh definitely"

Your food was eventually brought out. Bella and you ate, still you chatted about each of your lives and what you had in common. You had to admit it was probably one of the best conversations you've ever had.

★

The food was ate and time had passed, the sky had darkened and the restaurant gradually emptied, only a few lingering at the bar area.

It never got awkward between you and Bella, no silences. You found talking to them easy, always having something to say and them having a response.

But all good things had to end.

You glanced at the clock on the wall across from you.

You knew it was meant to be raining later and you didn't want to have to walk in it or the dark either.

Bella must've noticed your disappointment.

-

Bella noticed your eyes wander to the wall behind them, knowing there was a clock there due to the amount of times they had visited the restaurant.

Their cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry if I've kept you too long, I didn't notice the time move by." Bella apologized. They rubbed their hands on their thighs, a habit that came with nerves.

"no-no it's not that, I walked here and I'm aware it might rain later." You explained. "I wouldn't mind staying longer. I've had fun. Getting to know you and all "

Bella smiled. No one would ever know that inside their heart was about to explode from their chest, and their mind was coming up with thousands of scenarios and hidden meanings to your words.

"I'll walk you" the words left Bella's mouth before they could register what they were saying. They don't know why they said it, but part of them was glad they did because they knew normally they would never have the courage to ask.

You stared. You didn't know how to respond.

"yeah sure-i'd like that." You smiled.

Fuck you and your awkwardness! You thought to yourself .

Before you knew it both of you were exiting the restaurant together after dividing the check.

Bella was reluctant to let you pay even a penny, but you could be stubborn.

Bella paid no mind to their car as both of you passed it. They didn't want to tell you they drove here and could easily drive you back to your home, because that would mean they would have to say goodbye to you sooner, and they wanted to stall that as much as possible.

Bella walked with their hands in their pockets and you with your arms at your side.

The walk was quiet for the most part, bella would sometimes tell a cringy joke or recall a funny story from working on set. You enjoyed listening to them talk.

Bella didn't notice how close you were getting to your home, but you did. You wanted to be selfish and stall for as long as possible to avoid saying that dreaded goodbye.

"I'm glad I accepted your offer to get to know you better. " You avoided eye contact, choosing to play with your bracelet.

"I'm glad you did too." Bella smiled at you and watched you fiddle nervously. You met their eyes briefly before looking away, Bella's smile widened.

"I have interviews and meetings for majority of the week except Friday, maybe we could meet again?" Bella asked almost shyly, they felt like a kid again the way they got all giddy inside.

You frowned. "As much as I would love to, I'm meeting with an old friend on Friday." You apologized.

Bella masked their disappointment with a smile

"another time?"

"absolutely."

The rest of the walk to your home was quiet.

"I'd invite you inside but I don't want you walking in the rain." You said when you reached the door of your house.

"I wouldn't be able to stay long anyways, I have an early appointment tomorrow." Bella reassured you.

It was silent until bella spoke up again

"I had fun today. Text me, yeah?"

You agreed to and the both of you said your goodbyes when you couldn't stall it anymore.

The smiles on both your faces remained long after you said your goodbyes.

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Part 6⬇️

A/n: I'm so excited for the next chapter, I have such a cute idea-

[atopvisenyashill]

there’s a few potential sansa romantic endgames that i think have some textual basis and i think all of them come with a lot of issues wrt sansa being able to publically claim these relationships which is why i think sansa will say her children are “fathered by a wolf” because regardless of Who she’s with or even the legality of it, she’s going to be actively concealing their identity AND YET she needs to have children.

i think especially that even though arya’s love life is guaranteed to be less complicated, sansa will feel obligated to take this “burden” of ensuring their line onto herself; she wants arya to have the freedom to go where she pleases, be with who she pleases, and follow her passions and that is not easy to do if everyone is expecting you to come home and start popping out kids. I consider them a sort of reflection of ned and lyanna in this way in that sansa, second born and not meant to rule, uses her newfound power to let the wild, youngest girl (but not youngest child) in the family follow her passions wherever they may take her.

this is all kind of weird with the nixed time jump but considering that george has talked about writing stories from arya’s pov about her adventures, I think it’s going to be fairly important in story regardless of their ages that arya will attempt to offer to stay home and marry and have children as a way of helping to protect sansa’s very shaky claim on winterfell but that sansa encourages arya to do whatever she wants. to travel, to help shepherd the boatloads of refugees from the various wars to wherever they want to call home, to settle displaced northerners in other parts of westeros as well, to get involved in the lives of the people arya is helping and agree to help them liberate their own homes by using her skills (crucial here that arya is A leader but not the SOLE leader), or to go out into the woods and be a secret not-quite-an-outlaw (bc sansa isn’t outlawing anything that could hurt arya’s lil crusades, probably is helping bankroll arya) to bring justice to the smallfolk, like whatever it is arya wants to do with her life, the point is that she offers to give it up and sansa refuses to take the offer.

and then we have the idea that her kids are fathered by a wolf. not elizabeth-ing herself here exactly because she’s having children but never publicly acknowledging a father or a husband or even a lover.

i think the candidates most likely are jon snow and theon, with both brienne and podrick as like “i’m not saying he’s gonna do it but i am saying they make a lot of sense narratively” and aegon vi as a huge long shot but still undeniable contender. if briensa does go canon everyone owes me five bucks each tho. i think the options other people float are not just wildly unserious they also clearly don’t think sansa will be The Ruling Lady Of Winterfell, but some much more minor or less emotionally resonant title and i just do not vibe with that shit at all. harry the heir, sandor, sweetrobin, tyrion, littlefucker, like never mind sansa never once showing any real interest in these guys and NONE of these dudes being satisfied by the idea of being her secret husband, if sansa says to arya “yeah i’m marrying tyrion” arya is going “blink twice if you’re being held hostage and you need me to kill him” but it’s too late because jon snow is already unsheathing longclaw and bran is attacking with every raven in winterfell. it’s not fucking happening and imo it’s unserious to pretend like it could happen in canon. (and if it DOES happen in canon you will find me rocking up to george’s house in jersey and demanding to know why he’s so weird about teenage girls). i think margaery is a huge long shot here (and not just bc it would make them both canonically on screen gay) because i don’t think she’s gonna live to the ending, and jeyne poole is too traumatized at this point in time for me to feel confident in putting her in the same category as brienne and pod.

(theon’s trauma is WHY i think he’s still a contender - post reek theon is going to struggle a lot with figuring out where he’s supposed to be, who he’s supposed to be, and who he can trust as he puts himself back together, and that lends itself nicely to the idea of a secret husband/lover imo. once again, we are talking extreme trauma bonding here - that’s just the only way i see sansa’s romances going).

if you’re asking “who do you think arya is winding up with” it’s gendry. i don’t doubt that there were some plans for edric dayne, arya, and gendry but i think gendry was always going to be her great love here, that she’s always going to turn down the idea of marriage to him but gendry doesn’t care so long as they are still together. there’s a neon blinking sign over gendry’s head that says “endgame material” and i think it’s unserious to pretend it’s not there too!!

[missglaskin]

Hmmm. Arthur Dayne who is in love with the Princess he is supposed to guard. She's just too pure and innocent, untainted by Targaryen madness. He sees the way Rhaegar looks at his little sister despite already being a married man, but what scares him the most is the way Aerys' purple eyes would also gaze at his own daughter. The more children Rhaella loses, the more Arthur finds the King's hungry eyes strays at the Princess as though assessing her.

When Rhaegar finally tells him his plan to take Lyanna Stark as his bride of ice and his sister as his bride of fire, Arthur acts. He is no Aemon the Dragonknight but he also won't just let this Targaryen men tarnish her. So when Rhaegar finally tells them to enact his plan, instead of going to the Tower of Joy, Arthur and the unconscious Princess are on a ship to Essos.

Fucking finally some Arthur Dayne also the reader is adopted

Arthur would feel the utmost guilt for falling in love with you. The princess he's sworn to protect. But how could he not? Aside from your beauty, you possessed a kindness and gentleness that is rarely seen. You greeted your sworn knight with a smile each time, asked him of his day and times behind closed doors addressed him by his name. 

In your naivety, the knight felt compelled to protect you from those who would dare to harm you. Arthur lost count on how men have met the touch of his sword. But he was willing to do it again and again, if it meant keeping you safe and unharmed. 

Though what is he to do when the men that he must protect you from are the ones he must not slain, either. His fists clenched at the way your brother’s eyes roam over your figure. But you are blind to it. Greeting and embracing your brother, unaware of his desire. 

Arthur comes to find quickly it’s not your brother who he should fear, but rather your father. A man who above all should be the one to shield his daughter from the horrors of this world instead of pushing her right into it. His hand trails to the handle of the sword, but never dares to do what he wishes to do. Still, Arthur finds himself tempted more and more. As time goes and the more children the queen loses.

But the straw that broke the camel’s back was Rhaegar’s plan that was told to him. Your brother intends to take you as his bride. The thought of your brother, even your father tarnishing you-ruining you, runs through Arthur's head. No longer will you flash him your lovely smile and let out the sweet sound that’s your laughter. No longer will you run to him and lock your arms together.

In the same way as your mother, you'll be alone and broken-spirited. In which he will be forced to watch. Arthur tells himself he would rather face a hundred swords than ever let a fate such as this succumb to you.

And it’s how Arthur finds himself on the ship sailing to Essos. His eyes watch as you sleep soundly. By the time you awake, it’ll be far too late to go back.

[catofoldstones]

The thing is I probably wouldn't hate Rhaegar as much as I do if he wasn't glorified by the fandom and to a lesser extent in the canon too. How do you expect me to read Elia being raped and killed, Aegon's skull being crushed and Rhaenys hiding under her father's bed only to be stabbed 50 times and not blame the man who was off galivanting with a teenage girl in his wife's home while abandoning his wife and children to his lunatic racist father!? In a war HE started!! The people responsible for their deaths were Gregor, Amory Lorch, Tywin, Aerys, and Robert yes but their protection was Rhaegar's responsibility. The very existence of Elia and her children ensures Rhaegar/Lyanna can never be anything positive, whether it was consensual or not. Because whatever his dynamic with Lyanna, his treatment of his wife and children stays the same. There is no need for confirmation that Lyanna was a victim to hate him, he is a piece of shit in either cases. [Not to mention here, his treatment of Lyanna is also highly problematic even if we go by it being consensual].

The very existence of Elia and her children ensures Rhaegar/Lyanna can never be anything positive, whether it was consensual or not. Because whatever his dynamic with Lyanna, his treatment of his wife and children stays the same.

YEP!

The problem with this fandom is that they will always find a woman to blame for a man’s mistakes. This becomes “Rhaegar was not wrong 🥺 why did Elia expect him to act like her husband when he was her husband. the marriage was arranged!!!🥺” as if till then no marriages had been arranged amongst Westerosi noblefolk with the expectation that the obligations and rights and duties that come with the marriage will be honoured by the both parties. Nope. That’s just not Westeros at all.

The moment you say Rhaegar was obligated to protect his wife and children because that’s his duty as a lord husband and lord father, people will jump on you claiming that you’re upholding these patriarchal, regressive standards. Don’t you know Elia should’ve girlbossed and picked up a sword and killed the Mountain to give the reader independent girl satisfaction? How dare she be a literary vehicle to show the systemic disenfranchisement of women, even women who come from powerful backgrounds, in a feudal society and draw attention to the fact that it it’s still happening to women all around the world. How dare she not be a girlboss wet dream to satisfy our own fixed ideas and to assuage our insecurities?

And then they do try and turn her into this girlboss who was a-okay with her husband going out and getting himself a girl to become a broodmare to get another child on because “that gives Elia agency”, which is so fucking racist and straight up misogynistic towards both Elia and Lyanna, i cannot even begin to tell you. Whatever Rhaegar’s dynamic was with Lyanna, whether he married her or not, can never be consensual because Lyanna was an impressionable 14 year old child who wanted some agency and reprieve from a suffocating, oppressive society and Rhaegar was an adult, married man with two children and a kingdom to take care of who kidnapped the said child by promising her said agency. What more words do I have to use now to that Rhaegar is unequivocally at fault here. He’s the executor of his children’s death, his wife’s rape and murder, the plunging of a kingdom into war, and his family’s tragedy for a generation at least. Rhaegar is. at. fault.

I genuinely don’t know how people take the blame from a man and throw it at the women he wronged. Oh wait, I do. It’s unchecked misogyny 🙄

[rendomski]

Spit is never an option. Almost.

Trying hard to write some sweet romantic post S3Ep5 Crosshunt. Unfortunately, I strongly support the opinion that Crosshair was responsible for keeping inventory on the Marauder. And in his absence, Echo. And definitely, with only Hunter and Wrecker on board, the ship became a messy flying disaster.

So, Crosshair/Hunter chat drabble. Nothing graphic, only suggestive. Still, minors, back off.

Hunter, gravely: No lube.

Crosshair: You didn't have anyone in my absence. How touching.

Hunter smiles, hopefully.

Crosshair: No.

Hunter makes his best puppy eyes.

Crosshair: No, spit is not an option, Hunter. And it's… been a while for me, too.

Hunter: Can I say ‘how touching’?

Crosshair: Don't you dare.

Hunter produces a medkit.

Crosshair: Seriously? Half of a small tube of bacta gel, and you want, what, fuck it up?

Hunter: Very much.

Crosshair rolls his eyes.

Crosshair, carefully: That other girl, Lyanna, gave Omega some hand cream.

Hunter: No.

Crosshair, agreeing reluctantly: Right, we're not using Omega's things for… this.

Hunter: We have some salad oil from Shep.

Crosshair: The one that is spicy?

Hunter dips a finger in a bottle, tastes, grimaces: Well, maybe not that…

Crosshair: Hunter.

Hunter, licking his fingers absentmindedly: Yeah, it's spicy.

Crosshair, not able to tear his eyes from Hunter: Spit?

Hunter: Spit.

[katshuya]

I'm telling you. The shippers of Rhaegar and Lyanna have certain audacity in them that makes them worse than Lysa running after Baeliah.

I swear to god. Many of their posts, when I read it, I get a sense of cruelty, bratiness, and ugliness from them.

Like dude...you are disgusting!

Imagine thinking we want to insert ourselves as a girl who was raped and killed with her children, and one of the reasons is the husband who abandoned her.

No, they know it's not that. They know that the disturbing story is what made people stand by her side over their self-insert ship or stanning her.

But they need something to argue about. To find a gap to desperately make their disgusting ship feel better to them.

To feel that it's not built on someone's else happiness.

That Rhaegar didn't cheat/ abandon his family.

That lyanna didn't bulit her love over someone else's happiness and safety. If she went willingly for the sake of love.

That Arthur didn't betray her, too.

That it didn't lead to thousands of innocents dying.

Imagine being that disgusting and that insecure to ask a question in a way that clearly says, "Why do you like this worthless character?"/ "What is there to like?" And then cover it up with "YoU RuINeD It fOR Me!"

With how little she is mentioned, she managed to get so many people to like her or at least stand by her more than your characters.

It was never ruined for you. At least not by us. But the fact that George made her Rhaegar's wife. The fact that her existence will always ruin your nasty fantasy. You never liked her, which is fine as long as you don't say stupid things about a character that did nothing wrong but ruin your already ruined (by the author who failed misreably in making it likable) slef-insert ship.

Elia IS a victim. You aren't trying to give her a better identity by saying she wasn't. You are lying, and it's so clear.

You don't want her to be because it doesn't paint your favorite characters nicely.

So what if she isn't mentioned a lot and because she isn't intersting to YOU? Should we not pay attention to the fact that she was wronged by your favorite characters and point it out so your little feelings don't get hurt?

I will keep pointing it out then.

The logic these people have....

Helpless, you decided to use with Elia's stans the same thing that most of the Rhaelya's shippers do. The self-insert. Something we point out all the time about them because god, they aren't even smart enough to try to hide it well.

You aren't subtle. You are hurt because the endless flaws of your nasty ship keep getting listed.

Funny thing they talk about hating Dany when most Elia stans blogs here love Dany, but somehow, those who like Lyanna/lyanna x Rhaegar hate Sansa like she is some dirty monster.

You people don't like George's work. You want to fuck Rhaegar.

Rhaegar isn't going to touch you even if he was real.

Freaking disgusting. Keep crying.

[viscardiac]

The pretty girl genes

My personal headcanon/fav wack theory is that the families with magic in their blood, like the Targaryen or the Stark, often have two phenotypes. The bulky phenotype and the pretty girl phenotype. I don't say this in a gendered sense, just as a general aesthetic. The pretty girl parts of the family are usually softer in aspect, and have those fairytale airs about them. The bulky parts on the other hand are the people that will scare you off based on appearance alone. It's not the sneer in their face or the wildness of their demeanor, it's just that they look like they could really fuck you up.

For the Targaryen, the pretty girl genes are dominant. You rarely ever get some dude like Maegor who was just massive all around. I mean. Aegon The Conqueror was just some anime twink. Look at this guy.

This isn't some dude you'd wanna cross the street to avoid. He's really just some twink. And most of the Targaryens are Like That. Maegor is one of the few exceptions, and I'm going to put in Maelys Blackfyre in that category too, but take at some of the most feared ones for having their heads up their asses like Aerion the Bright, or crazy Aerys.

Aerion is pretty even being punched in the face.

Aerys always looks like he's constipated anyways but he's still built like a pretty girl. You get exceptions that pop up once in a lifetime when the stars and planets align and someone manages to get the bulky genes from both sides.

Now, for the Stark, and i'm probably guessing the north in general, considering they come from a different lineage/ethnicity altogether, have some different shit going on. The Targaryen got, from outsiders to the house, andal blood (Arryn, Martell [rhoynar too, in this case]). In theory, the Dayne were of the first men, but with the andal invasion, there's likely been a lot of mix up, and the same is to be said of the Blackwood and the Hightower. The only arguably more direct line (though i doubt they haven't really married with other andal houses too) are the Baratheon. ...The Velaryon hadn't as much self imposed restrictions for marriage as the Targaryen did, so there's probably one shit ton of outside marriages for them too. I can be very wrong about all this bc it's pretty hard to track when we don't have all that much info on family trees, but honestly i don't care, this is my wack theory and you'll bear with me. The Targaryen are fairly easier to track because of the, yknow, whole incest business.

The north doesn't really get on with outsiders, though. They pretty much stay there, doing their thing, trying very hard not to stick themselves in all this court bullshit. For the Stark line, mostly only the daughters married people from the outside, meaning they don't partake in the main line, and are instead accounted for in other family trees. The women who weren't northeners are Blackwoods, who have, though likely joined with andals on the long run, a first men origin, and one Catelyn Tully, who has this same claim to her bloodline. I don't count the Manderly as outsiders, seeing as they, as the Stark and most if not all of the north, a claim to the first men origin.

Now, the Starks often seem to be the imposing, bulky type that we don't really see all that often with the Targaryen. They all mostly seem tall and imposing from the accounts we have. We'll say for this purpose, the pretty girl genes are actually recessive for them. The only two described Stark women that aren't Catelyn's Arya or Sansa are Alarra Stark, who was described by her father as "as sweet to look upon as any southron lady", and Lyanna, The Lyanna. Lyanna wasn't described to be beautiful in the same way that Elia was, being wild and slim where Elia was delicate. I am a firm believer of pretty girl Lyanna -- though, yes, i don't think she was pretty in the same manner as ladies from other ethnicities were, all pretty girls, but different brand of pretty girl. North pretty girl is wilder and all that.

And then we get to what for me is the funny part. I know, I know, not all of us like or are into the R+L=J theory, but I do, and since this is my post only my opinion matters. Whatever was the nature of the relationship between them, we get lil pretty Jon. Jon always gets described as pretty. He's prettier than daughters, he gets confused for a girl a time or two if i remember it right, and in comparison to what Robb looks like, Tully features aside, he looks way softer. This doesn't seem to have been a problem Ned Stark had, from what was told so far, to have been to pretty it became annoying.

Rhaegar, however, was never really different from what a Targaryen man was expected to look like. People already expected them to look pretty and soft and graceful and stare into the distance after something no one else could understand.

What I'm saying is that Jon managed to snag TWO DIFFERENT TYPES OF PRETTY GIRL. That's why he's Like That.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.