#cersei x taena

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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

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Cersei x Taena for the evil lesbians 😈

(evil) gal pals drinking wine together

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

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Sapphics can sniff it out like bloodhounds

i was watching preston jacob’s videos on cersei and taena and he points out taena managed to win cersei over despite being blunt and rather obvious that she’s ambitious- she didn’t mention tywin, she offered cersei a favour instead of asking for one, she gave cersei a very seducive look. even if taena was acting alone without anyone pulling strings behind the scenes (preston thinks it’s varys), how did she know cersei was a little attracted to women? you can guess that cersei had a lot of resentment for tywin and that she’d be annoyed at being asked for favours during the funeral, but how did taena know that cersei could find her appealing? was taena just playing up myrish stereotypes? why though and why to such an extent? there are multiple seductive women and none so obvious, so over the top like taena. she could dialed that down and still played to stereotypes. my guess is that she knew cersei was bisexual. how? who told her? or was she just fishing for something?

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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

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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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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.

[cerseiboleyn]

do you like any sapphic ships??

catelyn x brienne and cersei x taena are my favourite between canon characters.

I also like alysane x asha mostly because asha being superr annoying is funny but i'm not overly invested in it.

I can't say any of the popular f/f ships have dynamics I personally enjoy so I have to make my own with OCs 🙈

[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.

[mummer]

Hi!! I love your stuff! Would you perhaps fo cersei and taena for e3 for the kiss request thing?

thank you! here ya go ;-0

[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