#cat x jaime

[saltywinteradult]

ned, cat, jaime and cersei. all four of em should’ve fucked each one of the others at least once. it wouldn’t have solved anything but i do think jaime and cersei could’ve made ned and cat worse and i think that would be funny

[melrosing]

jaimcat arranged marriage au….

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Shoving more of my Jamie is a cat person agenda down people’s throats

Jamie LOVES animals. He literally always wanted a pet growing up but understood they couldn’t afford one. When he got older and learned he was going to actually be staying at Richmond he decided to look into a pet.

At first he wanted a dog but got worried he wouldn’t be around enough for it. He started looking at cats and loved them but he couldn’t stand the idea of fur on his clothing every single day.

Roy pointed out hairless cats one morning and Jamie got hooked. He gets one on the off season and names it Marigold. You better believe Jamie is fucking obsessed with her. He loves this cat more then anything.

He buys literally everything cute he possibly could find and then once all the team members find out she needs to wear clothing or else she’ll get cold they go NUTS. That cat is decked out in Gucci and Chanel and some goddamn expensive custom things.

Roy hates her at first. He keeps referring to her as ‘that fucking raw chicken that escaped Gordon Ramsay.’

She grows on Roy once he realizes he never has to worry about cat fur on his black clothing so they can keep their relationship quiet for a bit longer.  

[shining-m00nlight]

I dive up so far in and away from Canon in my Moderen AU headcanons that:

Jaime, Ned, Cat, Ashara and Elia being in a poly relationship and having 13 kids between them of which 6 kids have at least one parent not included in the relationship sounds totally normal to me.

[ayowotsdis]

I think I enjoy asoiaf crack ships more than I enjoy the canon ships (cuz fuck George, faegon and arya are MY King and Queen)

[sweetaprilbutterfly]

Jaime Lannister has been spiraling since an injury took away his passion and livelihood. Society outcast Sansa Stark takes a housekeeper position for a certain lion who is stuck in a rut of regret and self-pity.

Setting: blend of Westeros and America. Takes place in 1950s Westeros which resembles 1950s America in pop culture, fashion, technological advancement, societal norms, etc.

His Melody by rummy_cat

[spacephobos]

i cant even do the asoiaf ship tier thing bc i have no thoughts on most of it... like... AT ALL. and then most ships i ship arent even on there

[writergirl2011]

The fifth part of chillfest fic has been posted!!  Enjoy!!!!

[oh-surprise-its-me]

I’m tipsy at a family gathering and have a cat in my lap and I’m having lots of feelings rn.

Jamie’s mom always went full out for holidays and birthdays. They didn’t have much money but my god did she never have Jamie think that.

Obviously when he got older he knew and would watch her take a second job or sometimes around holidays a third job. He would secretly try to pay things his own way sometimes.

So even back when Jamie was a prick he would drop an insane amount of money for charity anonymously for kids who need it.

He signs everything he can because he remembers and treasures how important getting Roy to sign his poster was for him.

He bought his moms house from the landlord. He bought her a car. He fucking did everything in his power to make sure his mom never looked how exhausted as she did growing up.

And while I love prick Jamie I also love soft Jamie who is curled up on a couch under Roy’s arm with a (hairless) cat. He texts with his mom almost every day, even little things like “Roy got Marigold a new sweater losing my mind rn !!” And she will always text back a “oh baby send pics of my grandcat I love u!”

[wolftracked]

@jaimexbeau

elias was the one keeping an eye on the town, kind of. he never meant to, but when the travelers popped up out of nowhere & he had an idea how to find them all across the world, he somehow.. became new haven's ... well, overseer. just with a lot less power, because he didn't make any grand decisions, he just watched & informed the council. usually. but this time they had a big issue that couldn't really wait council approval.

in a town where a medium percentage population depended on blood to survive... with blood running out.. elias couldn't wait. he'd trekked down to the hospital to find out if what he saw in the system was true, only to find out it was. blood shortage, which sounded laughable, if it wasn't so damn terrible.

flyers were made, emails sent, messages sent through the radio - all for voluntary blood donations to keep the vampires of new haven happy & sated until they got proper shipments. although elias would nudge council to make blood donations something the people of new haven wanted to do more frequently. in the future.

there was, however, a section at the hospital designated for a different kind of blood donation. live one. it was quite beneficial, really. some enjoyed feeding, some enjoyed being fed on. it was not mandatory for either side. but it was a quick & somewhat enjoyable way to feed, especially for those who'd been running low for a little while before the issue was noticed.

elias was one of a handful sat & waiting, although work never stopped for him, so he had his laptop on his legs & typed away almost furiously until feet appeared before him. laptop was closed & teeth-y smile shot upwards. his white button up had a few buttons undone to allow easier access, but he pulled it off his shoulder a bit anyway. "sit." soft hum, "i'm elias."

[ilynpilled]

alternatively call her

anyways cers and her violent exercising of power over taena and using assault as a method to emulate power and navigate (lol) her own repeated sexual violation at the hands of robert (and all of society under patriarchal hegemony tbr) as a way to desperately grasp at catharsis. i am in the mans position now, i am dehumanizing her and claiming my rights why dont i feel good? why doesnt it fix me? it rocks so bad thats real yuri to me

[starsofjewels]

hi! first, i love your writing, it's so good! also, i loved your oneshot about the autistic lannister reader so much, it was so relatable🥺 can we get another part (or not following specifically, just the reader being autistic) but focused on their relationship with tywin, please? tysm!

The Weakness of Tywin Lannister

Tywin Lannister x Autistic! Lannister! (daughter) Reader

CONTENT: Canonical! Character death (Joanna), mentions of abortion (Joanna), genereal mistreatment of Tyrion, meltdown(s)

Tywin is a warning in himself, Viserys (3) and Joffrey are mentioned in like a line each, so prepare for that too

1.2k words (smol)

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Welcome all to the November update. I'm alive, I'm fairly well and I can't believe I'm getting traction.

Thank you to all your requests, I'm going through them atm this one just- Spoke to me.

I wrote this in a free hour instead of studying, so we'll see what happens.

Live, laugh, Tywin.

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When Joanna dies, Tywin doubts he will find another love so pure, so completely genuine, that it could even scratch the expectations his wife leaves behind. He is not a man of much integrity or kindness, but he loved his wife. Most men are not fortunate enough to have a wife who loved them, and without it, there is not much to do.

But it is not your fault, no. You are an angel, a gift from your mother to him. He should have known Joanna was not strong enough to bear another child, he knows he should have forced Moon Tea down her throat and held her as she bled. Even the cats knew she couldn’t recover from the birth. But, it is not your fault.

The staff expect you to share Tyrion’s rooms, to have another child that is neither spoken to nor visited by their father; Tyrion the imperfect, and the new baby who killed their mother. Instead, Tywin appears himself, and carries the cradle prepared for you from the family rooms right up to the master bedroom. Your nurse is instructed to only appear when you need to be fed, he will handle you.

Tywin realises, nearly immediately, that you are a different sort of child. You are quiet and sweet, you never cry or complain, even as you phase from infancy into childhood, there is nothing, truly, that upsets you. There is a confidence within you, a chubby, blonde toddler running about the halls with an ornate horse in one hand, and the Hand of the King cautiously trailing behind. He has other work to do, but nothing as important as taking care of his sweet one. 

You return to Casterly Rock, your bloodland, when you are five- Nearly six, you say. Jaime and Cersei stay behind in the Red Keep, one married and the other draped in white cloth. You don’t quite understand where your playmate, little Viserys, has gone to, but your father tells you not to ask, and you’ll do just about anything he says.

If there is one instance Tywin could point to the actual realisation that something was amiss, it would be the first weeks he spends with you in Casterly Rock. You have been nothing but calm, and sweet, but here, you break. Hours of crying, refusing to eat or sleep, the maesters assure him you are not ill, and yet you tantrum constantly, for seemingly no reason at all. He figures it out eventually, of course, one of your toys was lost in the journey, a ragdoll with no real significance or extraordinary features. But it was yours and you wanted it, so another was commissioned for you, and although you complain that it is ‘different’, you are seven, and the story that she holidayed in the Reach is convincing enough to shut you up. Tywin learns that day to keep a spare of anything he sees you playing with.

The nurses tell him all children are fussy, the oldest of them, the one to nurse Genna and his youngest brothers, can recall a time in which he himself would wear only red, and for about a week would only sleep in a makeshift fort out in the yard with Kevan; that was, until a winter set in, and the gates were locked at night to keep them from getting out and freezing to death, but there is something within him that says your behaviour is different to the frivolities of youth.

He enjoys your company, as you grow into a delicate young woman. You are unmediated, fresh, in a sense that most are not. You could speak to a king the way you would a peasant, and vice versa. Tywin is there to look after you, to hold your hand and keep you out of harm’s way, and his years of service to Casterly Rock with just you at his side, and Tyrion when he emerges from the brothels, are memories which nothing can besmirch. 

And then his grandson is put to the throne, and life collapses once again. There is war, and chaos in every part of the Kingdoms, five kings stake a claim to iron, or to salt, and Tywin Lannister is once again Hand of the King. Your little dog is by his side, a little spaniel, or some other feminine dog breed, lazy as sin one moment and destroying the place the next. It reminds him of you. He can’t quite remember its name: Winnie, or Wobbles, or something equally ridiculous. Tywin feeds it scraps of mutton from his plate, he won’t tell you he’s feeding it.

“Papa?”

He stands immediately, and rushes to your side. You are practically shaking, with big eyes and frighteningly pale skin. Tywin has seen this many times, and it hurts him every one of them. Even with the life of a princess, you can still find ways to be terribly upset,

“I can’t find Waldred.”

Waldred. That was the damned thing’s name, he knew it was something stupid. He sighs, and travels around his desk, lifting the spaniel up and putting it into your arms. For how lazy it was, the beast was surprisingly light. Usually, you laugh. Today you cry harder. Waldred is put back down, and he takes you onto his knee. The dog doesn’t do very much to assist the situation, he turns himself around and flops over Tywin’s feet, huffing at the inconvenience. He lets you cry, until you start coughing and spluttering, and you are instructed to calm down. He has learned that he can’t be firm with you, you think it a display of anger when there is none.

“I-” When you are ready to speak again, he sets you onto the couch beneath you, “I thought I lost him- I looked everywhere, it’s past his walk time.”

Waldred hears the word ‘walk’ and dramatically flips over, not very keen. Any normal dog would be jumping about the place in anticipation, this one now resembled more of a furry ball than it did an animal. 

Tywin will not question why you were so upset about potentially losing your animal, he knows how much you adore your little dog, and nor will he mention that the thing hasn’t been unsupervised a day in its life. In fact, now that he thinks about it, Waldred is probably more guarded than you are. The lazy beast hasn’t left the Tower of the Hand unless it was carried, and even then it complains. Sometimes he wonders why he bought it for you in the first place.

He sees how the courts treat you, how Joffrey tries near constantly to publicly humiliate your oddities, and how the ladies of his elder daughter’s court leave you entirely on your own, he actually doesn’t know if you even have friends, apart from the dog, and potentially Varys. It doesn’t matter anyways, you are his and his only, and there is no-one but the Gods and a small list of possible suitors for you that will get in his way.

[gwenllian-in-the-abbey]

Anyone who thinks that Rhaenyra calling Helaena "my sweet sister" means anything positive about their relationship or about Rhaenyra's feelings for Heleana needs to go back and re-read the main series (or read it period, because trust me you will understand F&B a lot better with ASOIAF as context).

In ASOIAF "sweet sister" is that phrase is used disparagingly the vast majority of the time. A quick search reveals it is used 82 times, and the character who uses this phrase by far the most is Tyrion when speaking about Cersei (an example from ASOS Tyrion I):

There are also multiple examples of Jaime using it about Cersei too, especially when he's unhappy with her (a random example from AFFC Jaime V):

Other people also use it referring to Cersei, again sarcastically. "Your sweet sister did X." Which makes sense! Cersei is pretty notorious and people gripe about her to her brothers pretty often.

Beyond various people talking about Cersei, the top offender is Viserys, who uses it quite a bit when addressing Dany, usually with a bite of malice (AGOT Daenerys I):

Interestingly, Viserys later calls out to his "sweet sister" when he is begging for his life. I can't imagine that reminding her of all the times he threatened her with those same words helped his case very much.

There's one instance of Arya using it about Sansa when she is giving an insincere apology (AGOT Sansa III):

Here is Theon using it about Asha (ACOK Theon V):

Lysa also uses it about Cat, and her feelings about her "sweet sister" at this point are pretty negative (ASOS Sansa VII):

You get the picture. At the very best, it's used with a fond sort of sarcasm, at worst it's actively spiteful. You can count on one hand the number of times it is used sincerely in the whole entire series, and really there's only one instance, from Edmure to Cat, that I would read as 100% sincere without even a tiny hint of sarcasm. F&B doesn't have anyone's POV to indicate the tone with which Rhaenyra said those words, and although it's possible this might have been the second time in the whole of ASOIAF that we were meant to treat those words as unquestioningly sincere and loving, I think this is a bit like the discourse around "sharply questioned." Those words, in-world, tend to carry a connotation beyond their surface meaning. It would not be something reassuring to hear terms for surrender given using the phrase "sweet sister," and in fact, given that we have no other indication that Rhaenyra has any sort of relationship with her siblings whatsoever, Helaena would be entirely justified in interpreting her words as spiteful or sarcastic. After all, if you're using a quote from the book to speak to Rhaenyra's intentions, the character you're referring to is book!Rhaenyra, who is not shown to be an overly nice person. Even by the most charitable reading, we can safely assume that those words were included by Gyldayn in his history knowing that in-world readers would read them as insincere. They are not intended to portray Rhaenyra and Helaena's relationship in a positive light.

[dipperscavern]

okay but may i just drop robb and baratheon!reader (that is actually roberts daughter) because i have so many thoughts

first of all, she’s roberts favourite, maybe it’s a subconsious bias because she’s the only one of his kids that’s actually his (not that robert knows that) or maybe it’s the fact that somehow she is nothing like her mother (we can thank neds influence which brings me to my second point-)

when reader expresses her distaste for kings landing as a teenager (i’m thinking like 13/14) where better to send his daughter then to his best friend up north where she practically becomes a ward of ned and cat and spends most of her time in winterfell from that point on

then fast forward a few years, robert wants a real alliance between house baratheon and house stark, so what better to do then betroth his daughter to his best friends eldest son - the two of which having taken a liking to eachother a while ago

you cannot tell me that the two of them wouldn’t have won the war. as soon as cat started hinting that she thinks jaime pushed bran, reader would figure out exactly what happened in an instant, i can totally see her threatening cersei (maybe with the pushing bran thing, maybe with the bastard children thing) to get ned, sansa and arya released from kings landing AND THEN STILL going to war because robert named her heir and cersei put joffrey on the throne instead

they’d win and they’d do it while looking GOOD

also bonus points for robb calling reader doe (what who said that?-)

anon i won’t lie, i need your address so i can come and kiss you on the mouth. this is similar to the cersei’s (insane) daughter x robb idea i mentioned in a prev post (here), GODDD. nobody tempt me with fic ideas i have requests to write :(

i may have to put this on the back burner to sizzle quietly until you all forget about it and i drop it one day in the unforeseen future like an atomic bomb

[atopvisenyashill]

i mean would catelyn be as upset in this specific situation. i mean of course she would but i mean would she find a girl jon as threatening. yes a girl can inherit. but catelyn has five true born children. if ned were to go south would it bother her to keep a girl jon around? a girl jon who is sullen and bitter and too sharp and no one really likes her but ros and arya anyway? sara snow just seemed to hang around winterfell, mya stone has An Entire Career And 401k, barra rivers is a sex worker (bc her mother was a sex worker), and we have no idea what happened with jeyne waters daughter of elaena so like what is jon even doing.

ned is absolutely more deranged. his heart might give out before any of the plot happens.

how does a girl robb navigate ned and sansa as hostages in king’s landing. is a girl jon snow just chilling at winterfell. how does having absolute primogeniture affect the way ned remembers lyanna. i’m gonna lose my mind.

[rapz-rites]

Cats

Damian Wayne x reader

Black cat x orange cat relationship

What happens when you and Damian get turned into cats for a day

Word count: 631

Warnings: Cute

Of course you and Damian both had to be turned into cats accidentally by Raven. She was trying a new spell, Gar distracted her and it went sideways. Damian was turned into a black cat and you were turned into an orange cat. Fitting. Luckily it would wear off after a day.

Damian, as a human or cat, was very reserved. He wanted his own space, isolated from everyone, peace. Unfortunately for Damian you were a very affectionate person. You would cuddle with Gar, comfort Jaime when he was homesick, reminding Raven she’s cared for.

Damian was the only person you couldn’t show affection. It was almost like he was allergic to it. But you were going to fix that.

As cats, if Damian was somewhere, you were right there with him. You loved it. He hated it.

Throughout the day he would try to avoid you, but you didn’t accept the hint and stayed near him anyways.

One would think Damian hated the affection you gave him, but that wasn’t the case. He kind of liked it, but he just didn’t know how to react to it. In the League of Assassins his mother never hugged him, his grandfather never asked him how he was, or ask how his day was going. But you did. You always checked up on him. Even though he acted like it annoyed him, deep down he really appreciated it.

Damian would never admit this but he got jealous when Gar would transformed into a cat play with you.

As previously mentioned, you were attached to Damian at the hips. Even when he tried hiding on top of the fridge, poof, there you were. He actually got startled by you and fell. Luckily for him, he still had his ninja agility even as a cat.

You and Damian were playing with yarn, well Damian was. No body knows what you we’re doing. Damian pushed his black yarn ball left and right between his paws. When he look over at you, that’s when he saw. You were completely entangled in purple yarn. He couldn’t help but snicker. Thankfully Raven was there to set you free. Sadly for you, she took the yarn away from you. When Damian noticed you pout he kind of felt bad. In no way was he going to give you his yarn to get tangled in, but he just his paw on you and you immediately felt better.

At one point during the day you thought it would be fun to pounce on Damian and tackle him. He just let you.

Damian was on the couch just sitting there, watching everyone. Even as a cat Damian was still intimidating. You could tell he was tense.

You sat on the opposite end of the couch. Damian didn’t know why considering how you’ve been all up on him since you two got turned into cats. He wanted you near him. As if on cue, you made your way towards Damian and rubbed your head against him. You could feel him relax from your touch. And you laid by his foot until you fell asleep.

That night Damian went to his room. Of course, you followed him. You laid on the bed just watching him. He was on his desk just looking at his thinks. He leaped down by his easel. He knows what his next painting is going to be. Being a cat for a day has really given him some inspiration.

When he was done looking around he saw you fast asleep by his pillow. He decided to join you. He laid there, cuddling with you, slowly drifting off to sleep. And that's how you two were in the morning, as humans. Starfire was sure to take a picture to send to Dick.

This was just a cute little blurb I thought of in the shower... I just wanted it to be something sweet. ☺️