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[bellarkeselection]

My Tully Lover

Y/n Tully can't help but start a secret love affair with Jaime Lannister while she is supposed to be working her way towards a husband

Running through the hallway of the Red Keep my hair was getting thrown around in my face when I reached a certain chamber door. Swinging the door open I sucked in a breath closing the door quickly behind me before someone could notice me. “I have been waiting all day for you, Y/n. My little secret fish.” Jaime’s voice whispers in my ear with a husky tone and I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

"I've missed you too, Jaime." Spinning around in his arms I leaned up on my toes kissing him slowly.

Jaime tugged me against his chest deepening the kiss slowly. One of his hands moved into my hair while my other hand went to grasp his shoulder blade. Our others hands moved around bringing the other person closer to one another. "One of these days I am going to wake up and you will be gone. Since you have to be looking for a husband while you're here."

“I thought you told me once that everybody else doesn’t matter. We are the only ones who do matter in this world. You’re exact words were fuck everyone but us. What changed hmm?” I raised a brow at him with a smirk on my face when his green eyes scanned over me.

The knight of the Kingsguard cupped my face in his hands leaning down and capturing my lips onto his slowly. “That is what I said because it’s true. Because I don’t want to think about you leaving me, Y/n Tully.”

“And why is that. We’ve known that this couldn’t last between us.” I pulled slightly away blinking through some tears not wanting to be wed off to anyone else but him. But my father had already wed off my sisters Cat and Lysa so I wasn’t far behind.

Jaime turned away from me going over and pouring some wine into a glass taking the whole thing in one big gulp. “I’m not good with words. You know that….so if I can’t do this don’t get annoyed.”

“Okay, so what are you trying to tell me?” I questioned him slowly striding across the room meeting him at the table with the wine in the corner closely watching him.

The golden sighed heavily where I could tell his shoulders were tensed when he started speaking slowly. He wasn’t good with words like his younger brother Tyrion. “Y/n, I’ve only been with anyone except Cersei. I haven’t experienced any type of romance…not for real. Until I met you and now…urgh marry me.”

“Wha…what. Jaime we can’t marry. You’re a member of the Kingsguard. You can’t marry or bear children to anyone.” I parted my mouth opened in shock twisting the fabric of my dress.

“My father wants me to become his heir again and undo my vow as a knight. I want to be with you. I want you as my wife if you’re father will accept.” Jaime turned quickly to face me before he cupped my face in his hands where our eyes locked onto each other deeply.

Shaking my head up at him I throw my arms around his neck smiling up at him like a child getting a present. “My father doesn’t care who I ask him to let me marry. He already has two secure marriages with my sister Catelyn and Lysa. So I accept, Jaime. I’ll always accept.”

“So you’ll marry me even if I am a Lannister. I know you’re family doesn’t like to deal with Westeros and wars.” He shook his head until I leaned up kissing him slowly where he leaned down deepening the passionate kiss.

Threading my fingers through his golden hair he moaned into the kiss until we both needed air. “I want to marry you because I am in love with you, Jaime Lannister.”

“And I think I’m in love with you too, Y/n Tully.” He vowed back tugging my body closer to his before I jumped up wrapping my legs around his waist. He crashes his lips onto mine and we didn’t break the heated kiss not even after we stumbled back onto the bed.

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Marriage was often used as a tool of convenience - be it to upgrade one's own social status, get some much needed silver and gold, or to just get one leg up over your enemies, it really did not matter in the end.

Like it or not, you were tied to that person till death did you part.

That was a chant that has been sung to you ever since you came out of your weeping mother's womb. As the daughter of the household, it was natural for you to wed one day. However, the family was one of average standing, it had no special titles tacked onto it nor did it have any grotesque reputation which could sully it to the darkness and back. In its own way, it was oddly blissful, being invisible like that. No one expected you to act like a stuck up lady who would be locked away deep in a tower and you were also safe from becoming a measley wench who would be forced to spend the rest of her miserable days stuck rolling around in the mud, selling her body to all sorts of horrific strangers just in order to eat for a day.

You had the privilege of being born into a happy life. Perhaps a slightly dull one sometimes but regardless, a good one at that. You were content with everything which was given to you, perhaps even happy.

However, all things come to an end, and your end came in the form of a man riding on horseback.

He was strong, capable, handsome... But you kept that thought to yourself as you helped the wounded stranger get back on his feet, his midnight black steed happily trotting away somewhere as it accidentally shook the rider off its back once it locked eyes on you, a stranger in the woods.

"And who might you be?" asked the dark haired man, his curly hair framing his pale face so wonderfully that it took the breath from your lungs away.

You held onto him tightly and pressed him close to your body, the odor of blood and sweat covering him from top to bottom but you couldn't be bothered to care. He wore simple clothing which made you think that he was in a similar position like yourself in terms of finance, which gave you a slight glimmer of hope.

It was embarrassing how much you were swooning over the stranger.

Taking him back to your hut took longer than expected but all was well in the end. The handsome stranger had a name, Robb he said it was, and you couldn't hide the adoration in your voice whenever he would speak to you. The night flew by like a summer breeze - too fast and too sweet. Come first daylight he had to leave, which you understood.

That didn't stop you from feeling a little blue.

He mounted his horse like a knight in shining armor, its mane tussling proudly in the bitter north wind as Robb looked down at you, his warm blue eyes desperate to tell you many stories and secrets, but time was cruel and scarce.

He would come back to you, he promised.

And you gave him a smile sweeter than any juicy fruit, telling him that you would gladly wait for him.

He rode away all the while looking back at you, sending you a heart stopping smile which could make anyone weak in the knees. The horse left large hoofprints in the snow and you focused your attention on that, rather than the bitter stabs of pain in your heart.

There would never be a day when you'd see Robb ever again.

You were due to leave for the South in a few weeks time, in order to finally be wed off. The fantasy of Robb was saccharine and enchanting, many hours of sleep were lost due to him. Even if you barely knew him, the matters of the heart were reckless and stupid.

The heart wants what it wants and your heart ached for Robb.

All the while, you hadn't a clue of him and his plans. The men in Winterfell grew tired of his constant ramblings of this lovely woman he met, this sweet little thing which made his heart sing like no one else. He would walk in the corridors with a pep in his step as he thought of all the ways he could take you back to his home and give you the life you deserved.

His candied tirade quickly came to an abrupt halt once his mother had informed him of the grave news, that you had been promised to another man.

Robb was furious.

Who was this man?! Who did he think he is?! Ever the meticulous man, he got to work immediately. In less than a few days he had managed to gather all the information he could on this mystery fiance of yours, all the papers sprawled across his massive table. The candles in his chambers glimmered gently, the shimmering light a stark contrast to the raging flames in his heart.

If he could have his way, he'd be out for blood. Robb was too much of a jealous man for his own good but he needed to think, he needed to prepare if he wanted to do this right.

In less than a day, he had everything set up. If the man wasn't willing to take the gold he was offering him, he was not above using any scare tactics. His anger ended up getting the better of him though, so a bizarre combination of both was used.

The way in which your fiance left you made your heart sink. How were you going to break the news to your parents? Whatever could you have done so wrong to earn the ire of this lord whom you haven't even met yet...

You weep in your room, staining the mattress with your salty tears, completely oblivious to the small cavalry with House Stark banners raging on your front door.

Robb Stark had come for his bride. And she had no idea what sort of future awaited her...

[naggascradle]

Covers for A Game of Thrones, I (Jon Snow) II (Daenerys Targaryen) III (Tyrion Lannister) IV (Catelyn Stark) V (Ned Stark) & A Clash of Kings, I (Arya Stark) II (Theon Greyjoy) III (Sansa Stark) IV (Davos Seaworth) V (Bran Stark), drawn by Ken Sugiwara for the Japanese paperback release of A Song of Ice and Fire.

[heathersapples]

emma d'arcy in london for hotd: season 2 premiere event ★

[castieltrash1]

Can I request Jon Snow x Lady!Reader. Arranged marriage that becomes real love?

this is so sweet ty for the req :')

jon snow x afab!reader; arranged marriage, slow burn, vague mentions of sex, mutual pining-ish i think

when you’re finally brought to the godswood, gaze averted and flecks of snow glinting between strands of hair, jon finds himself relieved. he’d known his duties from a young age so when the time to wed arrived -- a wife already chosen on his behalf -- he didn’t fight it. he tried not to imagine your appearance, but it proved difficult, and many late nights at winterfell were spent concocting an image of you in his head. not nearly as beautiful or rich as robb’s future wife, surely, but you’d be worthy of a stark bastard at least… right?

it’s odd. you’re different, but somehow more beautiful. jon can’t really explain it and he doesn’t try, not wanting to offend you. the first night is painfully awkward regardless, and he’s relieved when you both agree to take it slow for now. everything happens eventually, of course, but your patience pays off. jon considers himself lucky -- he could’ve been stuck with anyone for the rest of his life, but he had you; you, with your kind words and pretty face, practically handed to him on a silver platter. he kept waiting for you to act monstrous, assuming your beauty had to be compounded by something, anything, but it’s not. your marriage isn’t perfect, but jon enjoys figuring things out with you by his side. he likes being a united front with someone. he likes the warmth you leave on the other half of the bed, sheets smelling like the oil from your baths. he enjoys keeping you happy, noticeably fulfilled when he’s seen as a good husband and dutiful partner.

the more you go through together, the deeper jon’s feelings grow. he knows it’s happening, despite his initial attempts to ignore it. you have a lifetime together ahead of you - there’s no need for him to rush things. but the affection gnaws at him, and he can’t deny himself any longer. he loves you. by the old gods and the new, he really, truly, loves you. he hadn’t expected it, thinking any romantic dedication to you would take years to build -- if it ever even came to fruition -- but now it’s here and he almost isn’t sure what to do.

it’s been on the tip of his tongue all day. he’d nearly said it in bed the night before, limbs tangled in sheets as he stared down at you, but the words were caught in his throat. now, every time he speaks to you, the declaration begs for release, desperate for you to know the depth of his feelings. three more opportunities arise before midday, but he lasts until after dinner, when he finds you overlooking the courtyard below and feels his heart skip a beat. you turn to face him and, somehow, his gentle expression tells you everything.

“i love you.”

+ after he says it for the first time, it takes him a while to work up the courage again, even if you happily return the sentiment. it felt like a reward and he doesn’t want to spoil it. the words aren’t careless to him and he wants them to mean something, not be taken for granted. soon enough, you’ll hear it five times a day, gruffly murmured in every free moment alone. and, despite its newfound frequency, it only seems to be more genuine each time.

game of thrones weekend (reqs open!)

[volukyrja]

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[bybdolan]

⭐💖 taylor swift x game of thrones 💘⭐

[lycorim]

(TFW you go just a little too hard in your sexy villain era and have Some Regrets now.)

[getthrawnin]

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[kayak-mayak]

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[cowboyscaviar]

if they ever decide to make a movie about the trojan war again (😬) or about helen in general, i think olivia cooke would be a perfect helen.

like olivia is ridiculously beautiful, helen was said to have flaming red hair, and olivia is gorgeous as a red head??? it either makes perfect sense or i’m completely in love with olivia cooke. (it’s both).

but regardless it makes perfect sense to me. idk.

[snow-blower]

Editing on this one is shite but idc

[norringtondeservestheworld]

Game of Thrones scenes that made history -> Joffrey's death

4x02 "The Lion and the Rose"

[secretly-a-catamount]

RIP to the Lannister siblings, all three of you would’ve loved Chapel Roan

[mischiefinaiverse]

ff: Uneasy Lies the Head, by PipthePoet

[lins-pokemon-teams]

Chose some pokemon to be Game of Thrones sigil representatives! We have here Mightyena for Stark (I wouldn't actually associate the Dark type to the Starks, but I really like the idea of the Stark sigil be Mightyena), Stantler for Baratheon (Baratheon is just very Normal type to me),Pyroar for Lannister (I mean come on) and Tentacruel for Greyjoy (I had to)!