#cersei x taena

[dragonsanddirewolvess]

Femslash February Day 18 = Cersei & Taena

Need you baby, like I breathe you, baby

Need you baby, more, more, more, more

Need you baby, like I breathe you, baby

Fuckin' need you baby, more, more, more, more

Lay me down tonight in my linen and curls

Lay me down tonight, I'm your favorite girl

[claymoresword]

Come Out And Haunt Me | Pt. 2

Cersei Lannister x Catelyn Tully

Summary: When her raven goes unanswered, queen Cersei Lannister decides to pay the Starks a visit herself.

Wordcount: 3.5k

Disclaimers: non traditional omegaverse, smut, power play, angst, alpha cersei lannister, omega catelyn stark, cheating

Note: so literally no one asked for this but here it is anyway :D

as usual smut after asterisks, enjoy !

In truth, Catelyn had never once encountered a welcome feast that was quite so agonizing.

The evening was moving along slowly and any unease the omega feels has only been amplified by Cersei's relentlessly bold advances.

The alpha had insisted that they sit by each other tonight; knowing Catelyn would have no choice but to oblige her.

The Lady of Winterfell has quickly learnt to regret not disputing the alpha's demand, now she is forced to endure their proximity for a good portion of the feast.

The alpha's scent made it nearly impossible for Catelyn to think or focus on anything else entirely, and everytime their hands brushed, she found herself fighting the urge to seek more of Cersei’s touch.

-

At last, the servants bring out the final course for the night, and Catelyn doesn't hold back a relieved sigh. Auburn locks drift across her face as she lets her head droop; the omega is glad of any reason to conceal her weariness.

Although witnessing this only urged Cersei to reach out for her, tucking a strand of hair behind Catelyn's ear.

Catelyn tenses at the contact, she instinctively glances at Taena, who is sat across the hall. The queen consort is still busy fussing over her young children.

The very children she bore for Cersei.

This realization alone makes Catelyn feel ill. She yearns to retire to her bedchambers, she needs to be alone, at least until morning, once she's amassed the strength to take part in this mummer's farce.

Cersei appears to only take pleasure in her visible discomfort as she speaks her next words. "You look beautiful this evening."

The queen's comment makes Catelyn tense up once more, this time she neglects Cersei's attempt at grabbing her hand.

Despite the blush rapidly creeping up her neck, the omega scoffs.

"Will you stop that?" She hisses, and Cersei wears a look of confusion that only manages to enrage the other woman even more. 

"What?" The queen feigns innocence.

"You dare gawk at me whilst your wife is busy tending to the children– your children." Catelyn challenges through gritted teeth, she then forces a neutral expression when she catches Ned peering their way.

She lifts her goblet up to her lips, allowing a large swig at an attempt to mask her agitation.

Cersei scoffs, disinterested in entertaining the omega's grievances.

"I will do as I please, Cat. I am the queen." The alpha claims boldly, and Catelyn just barely suppresses the urge to roll her eyes.

Cersei is just as impossible now as she was in their youth.

Catelyn shifts uncomfortably in her seat once more– she can hardly endure this any longer. The alpha proves to be as much a temptation as she is an irritant.

She must leave.

However, just as the omega had mustered the strength to rise from her seat, Cersei speaks with her voice raised, suddenly beckoning for their daughter. "Sansa, come here little dove." 

Catelyn is now tense for an entirely different reason, she glares at Cersei as she anxiously attempts to read the alpha's next move.

As always, the queen's intentions leave Catelyn perplexed.

Cersei is virtually impenetrable. She is unpredictable and impossible to decipher.

Qualities Catelyn once found admirable has now become something she can hardly stomach. 

She loves Cersei, and she hates her the same. 

-

Sansa stands before the queen dutifully, her manner sweet and innocent.

Their daughter only speaks once spoken to.

"Your dress, it is very pretty.. Did you make it?" Cersei asks, and the way Sansa visibly beams at her sire's interest makes Catelyn ache.

"Yes I did, Your Grace." Sansa responds, clasping her hands together at an attempt to conceal her excitement.

"Such a talent, I hope you'll make something for me." The queen returns with a disarming smile.

The young girl's grin covers her face as she nods in response. "I will, Your Grace." 

Catelyn feels the alpha clasp her hand underneath the table, this time she allows it to happen; despite herself.

"Your mother and I spent our youth together, did you know that?" The alpha admits, and Sansa is now wide eyed as she looks to her mother.

Catelyn forces a light chuckle, masking the gnawing feeling in her belly. Sansa's obvious curiosity weighs heavily on her, no doubt the young girl will want to know more.

But before the omega can attempt to address her daughter, Cersei elaborates.

"She was always better than me with a needle, I suppose I was more competent with a sword." The queen continues, this time Sansa produces a good natured chuckle of her own, genuine intrigue covering the young girl's features.

"The other ladies at court would poke fun at me, but your mother, she was always kind." Cersei adds, her hand still firmly holding Catelyn's underneath the table.

Sansa gaped in child-like manner as she responds. "Really?"

The alpha nods, a wistful smile tugs on the corners of her mouth.

For a fleeting moment, Catelyn wonders if the alpha was fighting back tears of her own. "Yes. and I see you take after her in a lot of ways.. don't ever lose that heart of yours, Sansa.

"It is a rare and precious thing." The alpha declares, and Catelyn heart clenches painfully in her chest.

Sansa remains none the wiser as she nods once more. "I understand, Your Grace." 

A pregnant pause fills the air between them before Catelyn sucks in a shaky breath as she pries her hand out of Cersei’s grip. "Sansa, the hour has grown late. Will you check on your brothers? Make sure they get to their bedchambers safely. Rickon, he enjoys wandering off when your father and I aren't watching."

Sansa's smile falters at that, but she keeps her thoughts to herself as she nods. "Yes, mother." 

Once the young girl takes her leave, there is only a tense silence, before Cersei speaks again. "What a fine young woman she's grown to become. Sansa truly is the best of us both."

Catelyn bites in the inside of her cheek as unshed tears begin to restrict her vision once more.

She has wanted this; for so long she wished to hear Cersei acknowledge their daughter openly. Yet now that it is finally happening, she feels nothing but a deep resentment, and sorrow. 

It is not enough, and far too late.

Catelyn scoffs, indignant, as she rises from her seat, she speaks her parting words. "Your impertinence truly knows no limits, my queen.”

The omega ignores Cersei's attempts at stopping her as she pushes through the crowd; she doesn't stop walking until she makes it out of Winterfell's great hall. 

The cold air meets her like a slap in the face, but it is a welcomed sensation, as it helps expel most of the alpha's scent that has managed to cling onto her for the past few hours.

Catelyn wraps her sheepskin shawl around herself as she continues to walk, the omega does not stop until she reaches the bedchambers she shares with Ned.

She shuts the door, stripping herself of her scarf before settling in front of the large fire currently burning in the hearth.

Catelyn stands for a while, as she warms her hands. Once she stopped shaking from the cold, the omega wrapped her arms around her own frame  and it was only then she allowed her tears to fall freely.

A beat passes and she is forced to choke back a sobs when she hears the heavy wooden door opening. The omega sighs, mentally readying herself to face Ned as she hears the click of the latch locking in place.

Footsteps approach and Catelyn's breath catches in her throat. She had anticipated the harsh brutish touch of her husband, and yet, it never came. What she feels instead is something much better: a warm, practiced embrace. 

Cersei's presence envelops her senses, and it only makes the omega sob. She doesn't suppress the urge this time, leaning into the alpha's embrace willingly.

Catelyn despises how comfortable she feels within the queen's arms. 

With Ned, she always found it difficult to be at ease; he handled her in a way that made her feel small; not protected.

“You cannot be in here.” Catelyn protests weakly, and as expected, Cersei ignores it.

“Why do you weep?” The queen's words are accompanied by the feeling of her arms tightening around Cat's frame.

“I– I just–” The omega struggles to find the words; a decade's worth of thoughts and feelings left unsaid.

“Tell me.” Cersei coaxes gently, brushing the other woman's hair back so she may kiss her neck.

Catelyn sighs at the contact, her resolve weakening with every new gesture.

“All I ever wanted was to be with you.” The omega admits, and she senses the way Cersei studies her expression.

“I am here now.” The queen concedes, placing another tender kiss against Cat's jaw.

“Come to King's Landing, and you can be with me properly.” Cersei suggests, wiping the tear that has managed to make its way down Catelyn's cheek.

The omega then shakes her head in frustration, turning to face Cersei properly– the queen merely shifts her hands down towards her waist, but she fails to release her; and Catelyn does not want her to.

“You want me to come to King's Landing and serve as your hand, and what else? Your whore?” Catelyn spat, but the alpha's composed demeanor remains unchanging, if not softening ever so slightly.

“You don't have to serve as anything, just be with me.” Cersei remarks, cupping the other woman's face in her calloused hands.

Catelyn's eyes flutter shut for a moment, she makes the feeble attempt at shoving the alpha away with a hand on her chest. “It is not that simple and you know it.” 

“Is it not?” Cersei challenges, leaning into the other woman's touch purposefully.

*

Catelyn doesn't say anything else, her gaze shifts towards Cersei's mouth as her grip on the alpha's collar tightens. Before she can consider it properly, her lips crash against Cersei's for a desperate kiss.

Their mouths move against each other continuously, and the alpha pulls a whimper out of Catelyn as she slips her tongue into her mouth.

As one of Cersei's hands remains on her waist, Cat redirects the other towards the small of her back.

Cersei obliges, and soon it feels as though no time has passed. Suddenly they are girls again; every light touch and caress sets both of their bodies aflame.

As the kiss intensifies, the alpha's hand moves lower. Cersei earns another light moan as she squeezes Catelyn's rear.

The queen now confidently breaks away, leaning down to kiss the swell of the other woman's breasts.

“Cersei–” Catelyn mutters breathlessly as she grips a fistful of golden curls, an attempt to tug the queen's head back.

“We can't, not here– Ned, he might come in.” She states, although her effort at voicing the concern sounds half-hearted at best.

“He won't. I bolted the door.” Cersei remarks swiftly.

The queen's response is entirely expected, and yet, Catelyn struggles to find an argument. She doesn't say anything else, but she doesn't kiss Cersei again either.

**

The alpha now wears a strained look, one of need and desperation as she grabs Catelyn's hand, guiding it to the bulge over her breeches. “Do you feel that? How much I want you.. I missed you, Cat. So much.” 

The omega gasps as her palm makes contact with Cersei's erection. The feeling of it against her hand, accompanied with the alpha's gaze makes it nearly impossible for her to think clearly.

At this moment Catelyn has to actively fight the urge to bare her neck, and let the alpha take her. 

Cersei has been testing her restraint all night, in truth. She is certain the alpha enjoys seeing her come apart because of her; but she refuses to give her the satisfaction. 

At least, not yet. 

Catelyn decides that she wants Cersei to work for what she wants, even if only for a short while.

“Is this really for me?” She proceeds to taunt, purposefully squeezing the other woman's cock in her hand. The low grunt she manages to extract from Cersei only works to excite her.

“Yes, my sweet. You make me insane.” Cersei responds. Her voice strained with arousal as she bucks her hips against the omega's hand, urgently seeking more friction.

Catelyn hums in response, she revels in the alpha's desperation for a moment longer before speaking again.

“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” She coaxes as she leans closer to kiss Cersei's jaw, her hand still firmly pressed against her hardness.

“I want– I want to make love to you, like I used to. I want to touch.. and kiss all the parts of your body you had once reserved only for me.” The queen says and Catelyn's heart clenches at the admittance.

The longing she feels is swiftly followed by an ache in her core that she can no longer ignore. 

“I never stopped being yours, Cersei. Not once.” The omega utters, finally closing the gap between them to kiss her lover again.

“Touch me, please.” Catelyn breathes in between open mouthed kisses. “I ache for you, my alpha.” She pleads, and Cersei loses what is left of her resolve.

The queen kisses Catelyn's neck hungrily, groping at her chest before working to unlace her bodice. 

She helps Catelyn slip out of it quickly before assisting the omega with her gown. As the fabric pools to the floor beneath her feet, Cersei meets her halfway, stripping herself off her own tunic.

Now standing half naked before her, Catelyn begins to trace her fingers across the alpha's toned torso, her lips parted; as though entranced by the sight. 

Catelyn then finds Cersei's bulge once more, she palms at it greedily, earning another guttural noise from alpha. 

“Gods– come here.” Cersei instructs as she tugs on the omega's arm, guiding her towards the bed. 

Cersei stops by the edge, unlacing her breeches in haste. Her gaze never leaves Catelyn as she does so. 

“Take that off.” She commands, and the omega removes her smallclothes as she is told, without protest.

Catelyn now stands bare and wanting, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breath soon catches in her throat as she feels Cersei pull her in by the waist, capturing her mouth with her own for another searing kiss.

She can now feel the tip of the alpha's erection pressing up against her stomach, and Catelyn almost feels a sense of humiliation. What they are doing feels unseemly, utterly indecent, and still– it exhilarates her.

She wants the alpha to take her, as she used to.

“Please, Cersei, take me. Take what's yours.” Catelyn pleads, her voice reduced to a whine.

Cersei looks at her in a way that makes the omega want to cower. Yet it sends a thrill up her spine all the same. 

The queen places a tender kiss on her cheek before stepping back to sit on the edge of the bed.

Catelyn does not need to be instructed any further, she straddles Cersei's lap and does so eagerly. Her wet heat now flush against the alpha's shaft.

She lets out a shuddering gasp as Cersei's mouth makes contact with her sensitive breasts. Now taken over by her desires, she begins to grind against the alpha's lap wantonly. 

“Fuck– you are so wet.” Cersei groans at the sensation, her grip on Catelyn's waist tightening.

“I need you, please.” Catelyn begs again, bracing her hands on the alpha's shoulders. 

Cersei places one last kiss in between the other woman's breasts before reaching down to grab the base of her own shaft. She lines the tip of her cock up to Catelyn's entrance, but she doesn't push herself in just yet. 

“Go on, my sweet. Show me how much you need me. I want to feel it.” She asserts.

With the alpha's guidance, Catelyn finally lowers herself onto her cock. 

The cry that escapes her is involuntary. The omega stills for a moment, trying to get used to the heady feeling as Cersei fills her to the hilt.

The alpha feels so thick and hard inside of her, Catelyn senses she might reach her peak already. 

“Show me, my good girl.” Cersei demands once more, and all the omega manages is a whimper in response as she begins to move against Cersei's lap.

Catelyn moans aloud every time the alpha's cock hits just the right spot within her. Cersei's shaft is so large that she can feel every twitch and pulse, and it pushes her even closer to the edge.

The omega grows more emboldened with every passing moment; she soon begins to bounce on the other woman's shaft, gasping in pleasure every time the tip is pressed into her womb.

“Gods– you are perfect.” Cersei praises, her hands begin kneading the omega's breasts as she allows her to take her pleasure from her.

Catelyn wants to speak, but all that manages to leave her is a strained mewl.

Amidst the intense ecstasy she is experiencing, her gaze shifts towards the reading chair in the far corner; one that belongs to her husband.

Any shame Catelyn ought to feel is dulled in this moment. She should be remorseful; but she isn't.

The fact is, it was never like this with Ned. He never understood how to touch her, or what she enjoyed.

It has never once been like this with him.

Cersei groans as Catelyn suddenly steadies her movements into a slow grind against her cock once more. The feeling of the omega's walls clenching desperately around her girth accompanied by the lewd noises that fill the room nearly makes the alpha lose all of her restraint. 

Catelyn is just as incoherent, her gasps and moans coming more frequently now as her hips jerk in an uncontrolled rhythm. 

“Are you close?” Cersei asks, already knowing the answer. 

A faint smirk tugs on her mouth as she watches the omega nod, Catelyn wears a strained expression, her gaze unfocused. “Yes, I- I'm close.” 

Cersei then decides to heighten her lover's climax even further, she places a firm hand on the small of Catelyn's back before thrusting her hips up against the omega, driving her cock deep and hard inside of her, over and over. 

“Cersei–” Catelyn cries out, her hands blindly grasping at the alpha in an effort to steady herself. 

The queen winces as her lover grabs ahold of her curls harshly. Although, this only urges her to fuck the other woman harder.

With one more thrust and then another, Catelyn's body trembles uncontrollably, a loud, unrestrained moan leaves her as she reaches her peak, her head thrown back in pleasure. 

Cersei lets out a moan of her own as she feels the omega's sudden gush of arousal dripping down her shaft. 

Catelyn's body grows slack immediately after, her chest is still heaving violently as she rests her head on the alpha's broad shoulder.

“By the Gods–” She mutters weakly, and Cersei seems to find some amusement in her current state, as she chuckles.

“I am not finished with you yet.” The alpha promises, and Catelyn welcomes the shudder that runs through her body.

She eventually regains enough strength to lift her head, the omega proceeds to trail kisses along Cersei's neck and jaw, before eventually meeting the alpha's lips with her own. 

“I love you.” She mutters against Cersei's mouth without thinking too much of it, and the queen's smirk now grows into a real smile.

“I love you too, Cat. I always have.” Cersei declares in return before threading her fingers through her lover's dark hair. 

“Now, get on your hands and knees for me.” The alpha commands, reaching back to pat the bed with her unoccupied hand.

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From the Ashes Pt. 36

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, Cersei POV, new character introduction, plot important character, slight femxfem vibes, in the books cersei did have a thing with taena lol, cersei just wants to be a man so much

Words: 4534

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Cersei could still hear her Uncle Kevan’s yells as she carefully maneuvered across the roped bridge that tethered the pirate ship to her father’s sieged one.

“CERSEI!! Stop!!” Kevan struggled against the men that held him tight, a blade pressed dangerously across his neck. One wrong move would end his life in seconds.

She did stop in her steps only to smile back at him. “I told you uncle, I’m not going to Dorne.”He continued to call her name even as Cersei turned on her heel “Goodbye uncle.” She was walking straight into the unknown, but even that was better than succumbing to her fate in Dorne.

Men closed in behind her, following each step she took. As she stepped over the threshold of the ship, Cersei heard Kevan Lannister’s screams turn into crude gurgles as his throat was slit.

“Lady Lannister.”

Cersei looked up at the pirate captain whom she had heard referred to as the Red Dahlia. This beautiful woman had cast aside her captain’s coat and draped it behind her chair before sitting down with a content sigh. Her white dress shirt clung to her body in a salacious way that had Cersei wondering how the Red Dahlia could possibly live among so many men without the fear of an assault. This woman held herself with such pride and power that Cersei couldn’t help but feel the green monster of jealousy rise up in her. Here this woman had everything that Cersei had dreamed of, no man could tell the Red Dahlia what she could and couldn’t do. Her men bowed down to her and fulfilled her every whim without a second thought. She had so easily executed all of the men on her father’s ship without a sign of remorse. And her men were so eager to kill for her, anything to please their goddess of a captain.

In front of her was a steel mug, dinged up from having been dropped multiple times. Cersei watched the captain pour from her personal decanter. Opposed to the mug she had been given, the decanter was artfully made. The silver that it was composed of was polished and had designs of leaves on the bottom that sprouted flowers which crawled up the sides.

The Red Dahlia notices her admiring gaze. “This was given to me as a gift from a prince in Yi Ti.”

“You didn’t steal it?”

She chuckles. “I could have but he was kind enough to relinquish it into my care.” After pouring Cersei’s serving, the Red Dahlia lounges back into her chair. Her seemingly red eyes examine the golden lady in front of her. “You didn’t show any remorse about your uncle being killed.”

While Cersei could use a strong drink, she didn’t reach out for her mug. Not yet. There were quite a few questions that she desired an answer to. “You saved me the trouble of planning an escape. What shall I call you? Or do you really enjoy people calling you the Red Dahlia?”

“You can call me that. Captain would also suffice nicely. But if you wish to know my birth name then that would be Phiobe. Not that many call me by that name nowadays. Where was your ship off to?”

“Dorne. I was to marry Prince Oberyn Martell.”

Phiobe arches a thick eyebrow in amusement. “Marrying a prince were you.”

“Was. I never intended to marry him.”

“Why not? That doesn’t sound like too bad of a tradeoff. I hear he’s a handsome man and an even stronger warrior.” Phiobe grabs her own drinking vessel and downs the serving she had poured for herself. She seemed way too laid back considering she was speaking with a prisoner which Cersei knew she was. A spoil of battle. The only thing that was keeping her alive was the prospect of more gold. In the corner of the captain’s cabin were her personal chests and jewelry boxes filled with precious treasures from Casterly Rock. Most of it was her dowry which Tywin still felt compelled to give even though it was Tywin who benefited greatly from this union.

Cersei pressed her lips together, folding her arms in front of her chest. “There are things I still have yet to do. Which is why I was all too ready to become your hostage.”

That made her smile. “Ah, you let me take you.”

“We can benefit each other.” She held onto the captain’s gaze.

“You said you knew the defense protocols and weaknesses of Casterly Rock. But from what I know of Westerosi, women are hardly privy to such knowledge. And I doubt that Lord Tywin Lannister would let such vital information such as the vault slip into the ears of someone who shouldn’t possess that knowledge. Even if you are high born, you are still a woman.” Phiobe’s cruel eyes were taunting and held a light of amusement. Cersei wouldn’t let her pierce through her shield.

Even if her words did indeed inspire bitterness. She hated being reminded of her restrictions, something that her twin had lacked due to his gender status as a male and heir to Casterly Rock. “It’s true that my father doesn’t inform of matters of our own home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have my ways of listening in. Ever since I was a small child, I would press my ear to my father’s council room. At the time I didn’t understand much of what they spoke but I forced myself to retain all that they said. I do know how to get into the vault. How else was I to raise the funds for the skill of an assassin to murder my sister?”

The Red Dahlia laughed, her curls bouncing about her shoulders. Even as she laughed, her hand that held her mug was ever steady. “Astonishing. I must admit that I owe you an apology.”

Her admit of some sort of guilt confused Cersei who curled her nails deeper into her palms. What was her game?

Phiobe explained to her “You see, the moment I found you in that room, I immediately assumed you were some weak, spoiled lady who has probably been waited on hand and foot since the day she was born. Here is this beautiful, stupid girl who probably doesn’t realize what is going on. I obviously didn’t see the thorns of the rose I was plucking.”

Offense was not the feeling that immediately came to Cersei. All of this seemed to genuinely entertain the Red Dahlia. She looked like a child who was given a new toy. “While I was right about the spoiled lady part, I don’t think you’re exactly stupid. Tell me what this sister did to you that garners such discontent. You were willing to steal from your own father. You didn’t even bat an eyelash when my men killed your uncle. You must really want her dead.”

Where did she start?

Cersei wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. From the moment of her sister’s conception Cersei had hated her. “She took my world from me and ruined our mother.”

“That’s quite the accusation, but does that really warrant a death sentence?”

She wanted to yell at her that (y/n) had robbed Cersei of the one true love in her life. Jaime had switched alliances, one sister for another. Utter betrayal on both of their parts that still had Cersei seething at the mere thought. (y/n) had taken everything from her and Jaime. . . he might as well have been dead to her too. Jaime possibly doing the greatest damage.

That hate bled through her calm demeanor that she had tried to convey. Her inner rage must have been easy to read for Phiobe for all facade of delight fell. She took a long sip of her drink. “Suppose it’s none of my business. But I want to know what I would be investing in. You said you sent an assassin after her?”

“Several. Someone has been protecting her. I felt I needed to take things into my own hands.”

“Have you ever killed anyone?”

“Yes.” That single word flowed so easily from her mouth. It was something she hadn’t even told Jaime. Even before (y/n)’s miserable maid, there had been her childhood friend. The first time had been so easy, the same couldn’t be said for the second. She couldn’t remember the maid’s name. What she could recall was the the steely gaze of determination as the girl put up a fight. Cersei had been too prepared though. The girl never saw the club in her hand. Striking it against her skull for a few good measures made Cersei physically exhausted after but the thrill of it was raising her spirits.

She knew that when it came time to end (y/n)’s life that she would relish in it more than the other two. Finally she would be able to live a life without such a tumor as her younger sister. None of this would have happened if Cersei had taken it upon herself to begin with and slit (y/n)’s throat during that night of the fire. It had been too merciful a death, Cersei originally thought when staring at her sister’s sleeping form as her maid lay dead on the floor. Ravaged from the poison that had been slipped into her drink, (y/n)’s face had lost most of its fullness and she resembled someone who was already dying. She hadn’t even woken during the altercation with her maid, sleeping soundly with milk of the poppy running through her system. Her husband having abandoned her when the threat of his own assassination arose.

(y/n) shouldn’t have survived the fire. By all means she should have been charred by the time the fire died down enough for people to start searching for any bodies. The only one in her room had been that of the maid. Her bedding and mattress burned completely while the bedframe still remained, black and about to collapse upon itself. There had been nothing left of (y/n).

That fact bothered Cersei and made her nights restless. With the disappearance of Jaime, she knew the truth. Somehow, Jaime had rescued (y/n) from her fiery death. Spirited her somewhere safe. Cersei knew it couldn’t be in Westeros, too many people knew of Ser Jaime Lannister and Princess (y/n) Targaryen. So they had to be in Essos.

Cersei becomes all too aware of Phiobe’s calculating eyes as she observed the golden lady with much interest. “If you help me, I will give you anything you want. My family has the means for any price. From the correspondence of my last assassin I know for certain she’s in Essos. Where, I’m not entirely sure. My assassin hasn’t got back to me in quite a while. This one I was sure wouldn’t fail.”

“Men are prone to stepping down on jobs if they see a pretty face. It’s happened in many tales.”

Firmly Cersei shakes her head, recalling (y/n)’s eyes that were too big for her face and her plump bottom lip that jutted out. “No. (y/n) definitely does not have a pretty face. Not one that would make a man give up the fortune I was offering him. This assassin isn’t like any mortal man. He’s a darkin.”

“If a darkin can’t do it, what makes you think you can? Even if you have killed someone, you said so yourself that someone is protecting her. What makes you think you would be a match for them if even the darkin couldn’t succeed.”

“Do not doubt my hate for her. I will do whatever possible to make sure she’s no longer breathing. I will spend the rest of my life to end her.” Besides, she had already acknowledged that if Jaime got in her way. . . well, she would have to kill him too. That thought pained her, even made her stomach toss and turn.

Phiobe is quiet for a moment before taking another swig from her mug. “There aren’t many female pirates. It is a capital that is run entirely by ruthless men. It’s hard for a woman to gain power and control as a man would. I saw your face when you found out that I was the captain. Obviously I wasn’t always as revered as I am now.” Getting up from her seat, Phiobe wanders over to a tall curio cabinet and from a key that was hidden between her breasts. Unlocking it, her nimble hands retrieve a finely polished human skull.

Her voice grows quiet but it still holds strength and even reverence. “This was the head of the previous captain. Pirates are quite democratic with their captains being voted in by the men. When the previous captain refused the vote that favored me, I was forced to make him abdicate with my sword. In this world of our’s, if we desire to gain any true power for ourselves, you have to be willing to crack open a few skulls.”

Delicately she puts it down on the table in front of Cersei. Once upon a time that skull had skin and muscle that covered it’s naked skeleton. Now it was a mere trinket among the others in the Red Dahlia’s collection.

Cersei picks it up and rolls it around in her hands. Surprisingly it wasn’t that heavy as she weighed it for a few moments. This woman has done all that Cersei wished she had. Phiobe had strength and respect from her fellow men. Why did she always have to be jealous of what others had? Cersei wanted in that moment to be her. To show to her father that even a woman could be held on a pedestal such as he. Her sharp nails scraped along the skull, following the lines that curved around the crown. So far Cersei had only succeeded in killing pathetic little girls. If she truly wanted to be like Phiobe, she had to kill a man of power to gain it.

“The plunder my men took from your ship was great. Some want to put a ransom on your head.” The way she gazed at that skull was almost a loving one. Cersei hands it back to her. In the back of her throat there’s a hum as she places it back in her cabinet. Among men, she still wielded a feminine gait; her wide hips swaying from side to side and the pride she held her head with. “Here’s the thing, here’s a civil war in Westeros correct? I heard the capital was in shambles and the country had been all but consumed by wildfire. The gold in your daddy’s coffers may be vast, but wars cost money. Those mines can’t supply gold forever. He might have to think hard between paying your ransom or funding military aid. Even if Casterly Rock is at its weakest right now, who knows how stocked your vaults might be.”

“Last I heard, Rhaegar’s army had been dealt a devastating loss just a few miles outside of King’s Landing. That was about a week ago but as far as I know my father is still standing in King Aerys’ good graces. For the meantime anway.” Cersei could only imagine her father’s face when he gets the news of her capture and Ser Kevan’s death. She wished she could see Tywin’s face. Would any of it phase him or would his permanent scowl still be present?

The only time that infuriating glare was off of his face had been when Joanna was still among the living. Joanna knew just exactly what Tywin needed in order to make him smile. The sunbeam of their household. Until she wasn’t. Cersei had known the exact moment when she had fallen from grace: when Joanna announced that she was pregnant yet again.

She’s back down in her seat and takes the mug she had poured for Cersei, nursing it against her own chest. Phiobe shrugs when Cersei scowls at her. “Even so, I can still get a good price for you. Think of it as another step in your path to kill your sister. This can benefit you too.”

Cersei didn’t like the way the captain had said that.

“My connection in Yi Ti is a prince. Certain items in your collection have been set aside specifically for him. I know he would greatly appreciate your personal tea set. It’s very beautiful. Just like I know he’d appreciate you.”

Immediately Cersei looks past Phiobe’s shoulder to the open window behind her. They were already miles into the ocean, nothing but sea caressing the ship along it’s way. “You plan to sell me as a whore?”

Leaning forward on her elbow, she smiles at Cersei. “Don’t think of it like that. From Yi Ti you have access to Essos. And my prince is a reasonable man. If you’re nice he might even help you.”

Her snarl couldn’t be helped as she leapt from her chair, nearly throwing it aside had she the actual strength. This didn’t come as a surprise for her, this woman was a pirate after all. All things considering, this was a good opportunity for Cersei. It was what she wanted. The thought of having to hand over her body to a stranger was what rose her temper.

“Sit back down and listen to me.” Phiobe ordered her like she was one of her crew. A sudden chill enveloped the room and for a moment Cersei was all too aware that it was just the two of them. This woman who had so lovingly held the skull of someone she had murdered like it was an old lover.

A shamed dog she must have resembled as Cersei clenched her fists and walked back to the chair. Obedient, Cersei had to be obedient at least for now. How many times had Jaime done something deserving repercussions for his disobedient nature? Many times, yet each and every incident did not yield a punishment. He got away because he was heir to Casterly Rock, a boy just being a boy. When Cersei did the same things and been just as disobedient, a lecture was always served to her as well as her having to do penance.

“Women who you deem whores hold quite a different reputation in Yi Ti. They are imperial concubines, nearly a royal lady just like yourself. If they’re good to the prince, the prince is just as good in return. He can raise someone up from poverty into the ribbons of royalty. These concubines can take a leap themselves once the prince deems them worthy. But never forget that it is hard work for others of their rank want to tear them down to be the one who the prince favors. You have to be vicious.” How were her eyes like polished garnets? Such a rich hue of red that seemed to reach out and grip Cersei by the throat. “I think you have what it takes.”

Her tongue felt dry and heavy, regretting not having her drink now. “Is that what you did? Become one of these concubines who have to sleep with this prince and fight their way to the top?”

A hint of sadness laced her words. “No. . . my path. . . wasn’t as luxurious. I met him a little before I became the captain. My predecessor had been on friendly enough terms with him but that was because the captain paid a heavy tithe that was bringing the crew near to ruin. I confronted the prince and threatened him to lower the price at the very least or we would lower his head onto a pike. He thought I was amusing and agreed. He encouraged me to become the captain. Even the quartermaster I had brought along with me agreed.”

There’s a knock that interrupts them, calling for the captain’s presence for a few moments. The Red Dahlia nods and dawns her coat once more. Cersei was to stay locked in there for the time being. “You might as well get acquainted. We will be sharing this room after all.” With that the door was closed, leaving Cersei to snoop about.

She did so hesitantly, not knowing if there were any traps. The room was no bigger than her wash room had been but at least it had a lovely view of the ocean and it’s thrashing waters. In the alcove in the wall was the captain’s bed partially hidden by velvet drapery.

The boards beneath her creaked as she moved along the square shape.

So many items from the captain’s voyages were stored in her room. Phiobe had probably seen the entire world by now while Cersei had been kept away in her gilded cage. She rolled around the story that Phiobe had told, of how she became the captain of ruthless men. It was because she was just as merciless. Her stomach still twisted with the idea of having to submit to a strange man, Cersei knew it was the best way to get to where (y/n) was. Viewing a map of the continent, it did bother her how far Yi Ti was from the main cities of Essos but if what Phiobe said was true then the prince might very well help her. That is if she became the dominant concubine. She promised to do whatever possible to kill her sister. This would not deter her.

“The ship was found off the coast of the Reach. There was no one left alive and no sign of Lady Cersei.” He didn’t relish in telling his liege lord such terrible news. Tywin, as usual, didn’t show any vulnerable emotion that betrayed how he felt. “And my brother?” The soldier shakes his head. “He was found with his throat slit.” Kevan. . . what travesties had he met with that resulted in his demise? And where was his daughter? Tywin went on in a rather bored tone asking of any signs of the culprit who did this, all while thinking that his daughter meant for this to happen. No, sometimes these coincidences just happen. While he would admit Cersei was cunning, she lacked discipline and restraint. With her lacking both, there was no way for her to have planned for this. Tywin made sure of that. How did he look to Westeros? A lord with no children left; one dead, the other three missing. Resentful thoughts toward (y/n) started to rear it’s frightening head. The smear of it al. . . He must not think that. What would Joanna have to say? Even now he nearly reached to his side, expecting her hand to be there in anticipation.

Fool, she’s been dead for years. For a moment he rests his eyes on the very chair that Joanna used to sit in, keeping her husband company as he worked long hours with his face nearly pressed to the paper below him. She had an adorable sense of humor, the way she viewed the world was equally admirable. None of their children resembled her one bit except maybe. . .

It was like he was seeing double when (y/n) and Joanna smiled simultaneously. Beautiful and utterly endearing that Tywin would lose himself in the moment. A smile that read that life was good and filled with warmth. Their laugh had even been similar too. A laugh that came right from inside.

Yet every time (y/n) caught sight of him, the girl clammed up and averted her eyes as fast as she could. That child was scared of everything around her like an abused animal. His pen hand hovered over the parchment but his mind was drawing a blank. There was yet no knowledge of who ransacked his personal ship and took Cersei. As for Rhaegar’s remaining military strength, there was no news of that either. Scouts from King’s Landing spotted them heading east toward Storm’s End, retreating back to Robert Baratheon’s fortress. For the moment, the odds were not in favor of Rhaegar.

“Have they obtained my brother’s body?”

“On it’s way back.” He confirmed with a low bow. “I’m sorry to be delivering such bad news.”

Tywin grunts and the young man knows already that that was his cue to live which he promptly did.

He knew he needed to write to his brother and sister. Genna would absolutely be concerned about Cersei as she had a major role in their upbringing after Joanna passed away. Her presence at Casterly Rock was the last thing he wanted as he grappled with the fact that Rhaegar was now on the losing side of the war. That meant that he would have to ultimately favor Aerys now. Until Rhaegar contacts him, Tywin was left with no choice. He had to think about Casterly Rock. . . With all his children either dead or missing, was there really anything left of the massive manor? The halls were dreadfully quiet and not for the first time Tywin is all too aware of his lack of an heir. After this war, what would happen to the Lannister name? Kevan was gone now too, all that was left of the four sons of Tytos Lannister was Tywin. He would have to pass on Casterly Rock to a nephew or even a cousin. Tywin had always hoped that Jaime would take his place, even after he had been knighted there had always been hope that maybe Jaime would finally grow up and see the responsibility he had back home. There would be none of that now. Jaime had been missing for a little more than a year now, coming up on another one. No sightings had been reported, as Tywin had sent out the word to give him any news on his eldest son.

He didn’t dare entertain the idea of Jaime being dead. He refused to think about it. For as cocky as Jaime was, he had reason to be so. Many had said that Jaime was one of the greatest swordsmen in Westeros, almost threatening to dethrone those of Barristan Selmy and Arthur Dayne for that title. That boy had never been serious about anything except sword fighting.

Aerys had accepted Jaime into the Kingsguard just to wound Tywin. Any little thing, Aerys would take advantage of if he knew that it would bruise the Lord of Casterly Rock’s pride. They had grown up together and the king knew Tywin almost as much as Tywin knew Aerys. The rotting of his mind must have erased much of his memory, that much was clear from his last correspondence with Varys. He had been receiving many worrisome whispers about the state of affairs in the capital. The people were now starving and Tywin knew when dogs were hungry enough, they would resort to anything. Especially violence toward the man who had caused them grief. A coupdetat was a very likely scenario now. While Rhagar was down for the count for the moment, the people of King's Landing were becoming another enemy for Aerys. His madness would lead him to get ripped apart by his own people.

Now that would be wonderful news indeed.

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[agentrouka-blog]

Hi! if jon really falls for sansa, what do you think his course of action is? I’m not a big fan of him trying to suppress those feelings, he may just want to ignore them or feign confusion. In sansa’s case, she probably thinks it’s something cersei did to her but yea idk

(Nah, they won't wallow in endless repression, and Sansa isn't the #1 Aemon and Naerys shipper for nothing. No need to blame Cersei there, she'll just suddenly feel genre-aware.)

Jon Snow dealing with his feelings, according to me, a 7-Step-Guide as illustrated by selected quotes:

Step 1: These hearteyes are Totally Normal!

They look as though they belong together. [...] Her breath was white as well … but her eyes were blue, her long braid the color of dark honey, her cheeks flushed red from the cold. It had been a long while since Jon Snow had seen a sight so lovely. (ADWD, Jon XI)

Sansa looked radiant as she walked beside him, but Jon did not like Joffrey's pouty lips or the bored, disdainful way he looked at Winterfell's Great Hall. (AGOT, Jon I)

Step 2: Oh no.

Jon walked away as confused as he was angry. Sam's heart was as big as the rest of him, but for all his reading he could be as thick as Grenn at times. It was impossible, and dishonorable besides. So why do I feel so ashamed? (ACOK, Jon III)

He sat on the bench and buried his head in his hands. Why am I so angry? he asked himself, but it was a stupid question.  (ASOS, Jon XII)

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade.  (ASOS, Jon XII)

Step 3: I am fortune's fool.

A deserter and a wildling could expect no welcome anywhere in the Seven Kingdoms. (ASOS, Jon IV)

Bastard children were born from lust and lies, men said; their nature was wanton and treacherous. Once Jon had meant to prove them wrong, to show his lord father that he could be as good and true a son as Robb. I made a botch of that. (ASOS, Jon X)

Step 4: Aemon and Naerys - Northern Edition

Tyrion Lannister had claimed that most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it, but Jon was done with denials. (AGOT, Jon IX)

 If this is so wrong, he wondered, why did the gods make it feel so good? (ASOS, Jon III)

Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword. (ASOS, Jon II)

"More than any of the others." When Taena frowned, a tiny crease appeared between her dark eyes. "Every morn and every night he visits, unless duty interferes. Her brother is devoted to her, they share everything with . . . oh . . ." For a moment, the Myrish woman looked almost shocked. Then a smile spread across her face. "I have had a most wicked thought, Your Grace." (AFFC, Cersei VI)

Step 5: A Miracle of Technicalities

Is she still my sister? he wondered. Was she ever? He had never truly been a Stark, only Lord Eddard's motherless bastard, with no more place at Winterfell than Theon Greyjoy. And even that he'd lost.  (ASOS, Jon III)

She punched him. "That's vile. Would you bed your sister?" "Longspear's not your brother." (ASOS, Jon III)

They had spoken their vows in Winterfell’s own godswood before a heart tree, and only then had she given herself to him, wrapped in furs amidst the snows as the old gods looked on. (Fire and Blood - The Dying Of The Dragons - A Son For A Son)

If I could show her Winterfell . . . give her a flower from the glass gardens, feast her in the Great Hall, and show her the stone kings on their thrones. We could bathe in the hot pools, and love beneath the heart tree while the old gods watched over us. ( ASOS, Jon V)

Wed to Ser Loras, oh . . . Sansa's breath caught in her throat. She remembered Ser Loras in his sparkling sapphire armor, tossing her a rose. Ser Loras in white silk, so pure, innocent, beautiful. The dimples at the corner of his mouth when he smiled. The sweetness of his laugh, the warmth of his hand. She could only imagine what it would be like to pull up his tunic and caress the smooth skin underneath, to stand on her toes and kiss him, to run her fingers through those thick brown curls and drown in his deep brown eyes. A flush crept up her neck. (ASOS, Sansa I)

"And the Dragonknight?" She flung the bedclothes aside and swung her legs to the floor. "The noblest knight who ever lived, you said, and he took his queen to bed and got her with child." (AFFC, The Soiled Knight)

Step 6: Trials and Tribulations In Apocalypse Times

His words were like an icy draft through her heart. "No," she said, suddenly afraid. Was this to be her punishment? Never to see his face again, nor to feel his arms around her? (AGOT, Catelyn II)

When he woke, there was nothing to do but think, and his waking thoughts were worse than nightmares. The thought of Cat was as painful as a bed of nettles. He wondered where she was, what she was doing. He wondered whether he would ever see her again. (AGOT, Eddard X)

Step 7: Due to Reasons of Convenience, These Cousins Must Totally Wed Now

His lord father had once talked about raising new lords and settling them in the abandoned holdfasts as a shield against wildlings. The plan would have required the Watch to yield back a large part of the Gift, but his uncle Benjen believed the Lord Commander could be won around, so long as the new lordlings paid taxes to Castle Black rather than Winterfell. "It is a dream for spring, though," Lord Eddard had said. "Even the promise of land will not lure men north with a winter coming on." If winter had come and gone more quickly and spring had followed in its turn, I might have been chosen to hold one of these towers in my father's name. (ASOS, Jon V)

"To be sure. It would not have been fitting for a daughter of Riverrun to marry one so far below her." Littlefinger spread his hands. "Now, though . . . a match between the Lady of the Eyrie and the Lord of Harrenhal is not so unthinkable, is it?" [...] Tyrion studied the slender man with the pointed beard and irreverent grey-green eyes. Lord of Harrenhal an empty honor? Bugger that, Father. Even if he never sets foot in the castle, the title makes this match possible, as he's known all along. (ASOS, Tyrion III)

And there was one woman, sitting almost at the foot of the third table on the left . . . the wife of one of the Fossoways, he thought, and heavy with his child. Her delicate beauty was in no way diminished by her belly, nor was her pleasure in the food and frolics. Tyrion watched as her husband fed her morsels off his plate. They drank from the same cup, and would kiss often and unpredictably. Whenever they did, his hand would gently rest upon her stomach, a tender and protective gesture. (ASOS, Tyrion VIII)

Commence lots of laundry and taxes and baby Starklings.

[blackholeofprocrastination]

Started working on the current WIP I'm trying to finish, but got distracted (as per usual) and started writing on this old ficlet instead. Posting a small teaser. Not sure if I should pick it back up fully or not. It's High School AU. Jaime is the school's star pitcher who broke his arm. Lyanna's is his English tutor and maybe sort of friend. Maybe.

Lyanna whistles low under her breath, a Sharpie hovering over his cast.   “Talk about limited real estate,” she teases, surveying the scrawl of names that cover nearly every inch of the blue fiberglass bandages winding up to his elbow. Jaime shrugs, looking down at the signatures. They belong mostly to Cersei’s friends. Taena Merriweather’s name is particularly prominent taking up a stretch on the side of his forearm. Jaime still remembers the way his sister scowled when she’d first seen Taena’s large looping script and series of X’s and O’s.  “People like me,” Jaime grins when he catches the way Lyanna’s eyes linger on the pink hearts surrounding Lysa Tully’s name. “Don’t be jealous, Stark.” “Uh-huh.” Next to them, Lyanna’s phone buzzes on the table. A new text.  Aside from the timer she sets fastidiously at 4:30 on the dot, Lyanna doesn’t tolerate phones during their tutoring sessions. Too much of a distraction. Jaime’s about to remind her of this but any smartass remark dies in his throat when he sees Lyanna’s face fall.  The phone buzzes again. Another text. He catches a glimpse of a contact name before she swipes it up. It simply reads “Babe” followed by a kiss emoji.  Jaime tries not to pay attention as Lyanna types out a reply, brows pinched into a frown. He pretends to turn back to where Tennyson’s ‘Ullyses’ lies open and abandoned.  “I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart…” Jaime reads the words carefully, three times over, but they don’t sink in. “Ow!” he yelps when Lyanna tugs his arm back towards her. “I’m already broken, Lya!” She tuts, unimpressed as she gently pulls his arm closer, angling it so his palm faces her.  “Don’t be a baby!”  Jaime watches her as she carefully writes on his cast.   “There!” Lyanna caps the marker, satisfied. “And there's plenty of room left for the rest of your harem.”  Jaime pulls his arm back, searching until he spots a tidy but tiny Lya scrawled up the inside of his thumb. Next to it, there is an even tinier smiley face. Jaime fights a smile of his own.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

Do you have a favorite w|w or m|m ship from any series?

From the top of my head

In Avatar: Azula X Mai X Ty Lee is my main one, but I also like Azula with Suki and/or Toph. I don't really ship Zukaang, but that is one of those ships that I would be 100% okay with, same with Roku X Sozin. Also Jet X Zuko just because of the "sword fighting" jokes.

Game Of Thrones/ASOIAF: Sansa X Margery, Dany X Missandei in the show. Jon Snow X Satin, Cersei X Taena in the books. Davos X Stannis, Renly X Loras in both.

House Of The Dragon: Visery X Daemon, Rhaenyra and Alicent (though I hate how the writers are handling this one), Aemond X Daemon, Rhaenyra X Mysaria.

Death Note: L X Light, Mello X Matt, Mello X Near, L X Mello, Light X Mikami, Rem X Misa.

Buffy The Vampire Slayer/Angel The Series: Willow X Tara (I am NEVER forgiving the writers for what they did), Spike X Angel, Buffy X Faith, Drusilla X Darla.

Friends: I lowkey ship every combination of the six main characters, but Chandler X Joey is my favorite of the gay ships.

Pretty Little Liars: Emily X Maya (once again, never forgiving the writers), Emily X Alison (before seasons 6B and 7), Emily X Paige (when the writers let Paige have a personality beyond just "Emily's annoying girlfriend")

Vampire Diaries: Klaus X Stefan.

[toastyydoodles]

Cersei x Taena for the evil lesbians 😈

(evil) gal pals drinking wine together

[bookcersei]

cersei + taena + sleep (private dreams and public nightmares, 1957 x affc)

[give-sansa-stark-a-sword]

"Lord Merryweather and I only wish to serve your grace and the little king." The woman purred with a look that was pregnant as Lady Graceford. This one is ambitious and her lord is proud but poor. (AFFC)

[littlerockerao3]

Jaime x Brienne, Jaime x Cersei, Cersei x Taena if you're still doing it :3

Ooooh okay, here we go

Jaime x Brienne

There’s an age gap I wouldn’t mind if Brienne was a little older, at least 19. Sometimes I’m like “she’s 17 tho” and it feels a little weird. I don’t remember how old she is by the end of adwd, is she 18 yet? But apart from this, I love them. The teasing, bickering, Brienne being one of the most huggable characters ever and Jaime’s oblivious ass who just won’t get why he is getting hard as she’s standing naked before him lmao. But no yeah, I love them. And if grrm dares to make them hook up only for Jaime to go back to Cersei and then die because of a brick that fell on his stupid head, dude that book is going right out the window.

Jaime x Cersei

This is so hilarious I don’t even consider it incest (kidding, of course I do), but actually as the proof the Lannister twins are just trans narcissists.

Cersei x Taena

I love a bi villain milf and her girlfriend.

[sayruq]

i've said it before that cersei and sansa have many parallels and that cersei in affc and adwd essentially lives through what sansa lived through in acok and asos- from watching someone she loved die in front of her to wanting her brother to rescue her but he never comes. 

another parallel is cersei and taena's relationship. to me it's similar to sansa and margaery's relationship. sansa called margaery a breath of fresh air, she wanted to spend all her time with margaery, she was worried for margaery, so on. cersei similarly was affection starved. jaime and her had her falling out and she didn't have anyone else she trusted and no one else mourned joffrey like cersei did. cersei felt isolated and deeply frightened. taena seemed so sympathetic and she brought seemingly crucial information to cersei. it remind me of the tyrells promising to take sansa away from king’s landing to highgarden. cersei needed to know if she was being watched, if the tyrells will hurt her son and taena seemed to know a lot. she was one of margaery’s ladies after all.

cersei knows taena ambitious but cersei doesn't have people willing to help her without expecting anything (or in the kettlebacks’ case, a lot) in return. i also think cersei's obvious attraction to taena comes plays into this. regardless cersei, like sansa, wants to be loved and cherished and more than that she wants someoneto look out for her. it's exhausting being paranoid and knowing how everything will end (with your death), it's exhausting being bitter at the world, it's exhausting being terrified all the time. sansa chose to trust margaery, cersei chose to trust taena.

[renlysrainbowguard]

Cersei wondered what it would feel like to kiss another woman. Not lightly on the cheek, as was common courtesy amongst ladies of high birth, but full upon the lips. Taena's lips were very full. 

For @jaime-no and @meereens <3

[hatsoff-forgandalf]

In which Cersei is a vampire countess alone and starving in her castle.

So when the sweet and innocent Taena of Myr knocks on her door seeking shelter from the storm the Countess believes her days of hunger are over.

But "sweet and innocent" Taena is actually a vampire hunter.

Will they fall in love before one of them kills the other?

[jaime-no]

"I am growing very fond of Lady Taena. She amuses me."- Cersei, Jaime II AFFC

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a dream of spring rarepairs week - day seven: free choice

cersei and taena, a dark-ish playlist for taking over the realm while falling for your bff who is most definitely a spy, or, manipulating an unstable queen. c’est la vie.

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