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kckt88 · 2 months ago

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A Heartbeat Between Us VII

Summary:

Y.N and Aemond settle into the joy of parenthood until the reapperance of an ex causes trouble between them.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Fluff, Tension, Small Time Skips, Swearing, Idiocy, Miscommunication, Misunderstanding, Jealousy, Mild Violence, Kissing, Smut, P in V.

AEMOND x Y.N

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A.N - Most of the story is already written, as I start a new job on Saturday :-)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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Y.N. let out a deep sigh of relief as she stepped into the familiar space of the penthouse, the soft lighting and comfortable surroundings immediately making her feel at ease.

“It feels good to be home,” she said, smiling as she gently laid Jack in his moses basket.

Aemond came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Together, they gazed down at their son.

“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” Y.N. whispered, the awe in her voice unmistakable.

Aemond hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “He really is,” he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

Their moment of quiet bliss was quickly shattered by the sound of the front door swinging open. Aegon burst in with their suitcase, dumping it carelessly in the hallway.

Aemond shot him a glare. “Could you keep it down?”

But before Aegon could reply, Daeron appeared in the doorway, holding up a pizza box with a grin. “Didn’t think you’d be up for cooking, so I figured pizza would be ok”

Aemond glanced at Y.N., silently asking if she was okay with this sudden invasion. Y.N, smiling despite her tiredness, nodded.

“The more the merrier,” she said, making Daeron grin even wider.

“Impromptu game night!” Aegon cheered, clearly excited by the idea.

Aemond leaned in close to Y.N. and whispered, “I can tell them to leave if it’s too much.”

Y.N. shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Let them stay.”

The four of them gathered around the dining table, the pizza quickly being passed around. Y.N. laughed as Daeron recounted Aegon’s failed attempt to ask Ellyn Baratheon out on a date.

“I just don’t know what her problem is,” Aegon complained, dramatically throwing his hands up.

Aemond scoffed. “You slept with both of her sisters.”

Aegon waved him off. “Actually, that was you.”

Y.N. choked on her water, her eyes wide in surprise.

Aemond’s cheeks flushed pink as he cleared his throat, avoiding her gaze. “I-went through a bit of a phase before I got with Alys.”

Aegon smirked, enjoying his brother’s embarrassment. “Yeah, it’s called being a slut.”

Aemond shot him a look. “We don’t need to be talking about this in front of the mother of my son.”

“Oh no, we do,” Y.N. chimed in, her amusement clear.

Aegon leaned back in his chair, clearly relishing the chance to tell tales.

“So, this was when you were off at your artsy college,” he said to Y.N., “Aemond went through his little phase. He slept with Maris and Floris Baratheon in the same week and then ghosted them both. After that, there was some Tully girl, a Massey chick, and a bunch of randoms from clubs before he got with Alys.”

Aemond clenched his jaw. “That’s enough, Aegon.”

But Aegon wasn’t finished. “What about you, Y.N.? What’s your dating history?”

Y.N. raised an eyebrow at the question but answered easily. “I dated Cregan.”

“Cregan Stark?” Daeron asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Yeah, he was my first boyfriend,” Y.N. said with a smile. “After him, I dated Davos Blackwood for a while, then I was single for a bit, then got involved with Jacaerys-and then Aemond.”

Aegon took a long sip of his beer, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Interesting,” he mused.

Y.N. turned to Daeron. “How do you know Cregan?”

Daeron shrugged casually. “Met him a few times when I had a brief thing with his sister.”

Y.N. laughed. “Sara? Yeah, she had a thing with Jace too.”

Aemond, sensing the conversation getting too personal, reached for Y.N.’s hand. “You okay?” he asked softly.

Y.N. smiled at him, squeezing his hand. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be? Everyone has a past.”

Before Aemond could respond, the sound of Jack’s cries filled the room. Y.N. stood, giving Aemond a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’ll go feed and change him.”

As soon as Y.N picked up Jack and left the room, Aemond turned to Aegon, glaring. “You didn’t need to tell her all that, you fucking idiot.”

Aegon shrugged, unfazed by his brother’s anger. “She asked.”

Y.N. returned to the room after tending to Jack, her movements a bit slower than usual, but her smile as bright as ever. She rejoined the group at the table, where the impromptu poker game was in full swing.

They played a few rounds, the banter light and playful, with Aegon predictably losing most hands while Daeron remained surprisingly good at keeping a poker face.

As the game went on, Aemond noticed Y.N. fidgeting in her seat, shifting uncomfortably every few minutes.

Concern furrowed his brow as he glanced over at her. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his voice filled with genuine care.

Y.N. put her cards down and sighed softly. “I think I’m going to go for a warm bath. I’m a bit sore-you know-down there.” Her cheeks tinged pink as she admitted it, the awkwardness of postpartum recovery suddenly apparent.

Aemond, ever attentive, leaned in closer. “Do you want one of the pads I put in the freezer?”

Aegon wrinkled his nose in exaggerated disgust. “You have what in the freezer?”

Aemond rolled his eye, unbothered by his brother’s antics. “I read it in one of the baby books. Putting pads in the freezer helps with the soreness after giving birth. It’s supposed to be soothing.”

Y.N. smiled at Aemond's thoughtfulness. “I’ll just go have a bath for now, but could you bring me one when I shout for you?”

Aemond nodded. “Of course, I’ll also bring you painkillers if you need them-”

As she made her way to the bathroom, Daeron looked genuinely surprised. “I honestly didn’t know that.”

Aegon, predictably, shuddered in his chair. “And I don’t want to know that.”

Aemond shot him a pointed look. “No one’s forcing you to stay.”

Aegon leaned back in his chair, folding his arms stubbornly. “I’m not leaving until I win at least one game.”

Aemond smirked, clearly unfazed. “Good luck with that.”

Almost eight weeks after Jack's birth, living with Aemond had quickly become intolerable for Y.N., not because of his behaviour, but because she couldn’t ignore how much she craved him.

Every day, it felt like a battle to keep her hands off him, and her frustration only grew. His tailored suits drove her mad with desire, and the sight of him in sweatpants while working out? It was unbearable.

But the worst part was lying in bed beside him, feeling the heat of his body, and his hard cock pressed up against her in the mornings.

She couldn’t take it any longer. Tonight, she decided, she would act.

After bathing and feeding Jack, she cooked Aemond his favourite meal, dressing in something far less comfortable and far more revealing—a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.

The plan was simple: seduce him, and finally tell him that she was in love with him.

Just as she was setting the roasted lamb on the table, she heard the sound of Aemond’s keys in the door.

When he walked in, his eye widened, stunned by both the smell of the delicious meal and the sight of Y.N. in the dress.

His gaze lingered on her long, smooth legs, the way the fabric clung to her figure, and—oh gods—her breasts.

He swallowed hard, feeling his body react immediately, and he was sure his mouth was watering for more than just the lamb.

“Hi,” Y.N. greeted him with a breathy hello. “Come sit down. Dinner’s ready.”

Aemond, still dazed, shrugged off his jacket and hung it up before taking a seat at the table. The lamb, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and gravy were all perfectly laid out before him—his favourite meal, no less.

As Y.N. poured him a glass of wine and filled her own with orange juice, he couldn’t help but watch her every move, completely entranced by her appearance.

Y.N. sat beside him and gestured toward the food. “Eat.”

He didn’t need to be told twice—he was starving. As Y.N. slowly picked at her food, Aemond practically inhaled his, hardly taking a breath between bites.

He’d barely finished his plate when Y.N. finally spoke up, a little more serious.

“I’ve been thinking about going back to work soon,” she said softly, taking a sip of her drink. “We’ll need to figure out what’s happening with Jack. I can manage when I work from home, but when I’m at the bookstore-”

Aemond nodded between mouthfuls, his attention split between his plate and her words. “Sure, we could ask my mother to help or—Aegon, maybe? He doesn’t work.”

Y.N. took a deep breath.

Now or never.

“Aemond, I wanted to talk about—"

But before she could finish, his phone rang, cutting through the tension in the air.

Aemond quickly stood, glancing apologetically at her. “I’ll get it. Don’t want to wake Jack.”

He left the room, and Y.N. could only sit in frustration, the moment she had been building up to slipping through her fingers.

When he returned a few minutes later, his expression was odd, distant.

“Who was that?” she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.

Aemond hesitated for a beat too long. “It was Alys.”

Y.N.’s heart sank. “What did she want?”

“She’s in town-wanted to know if I fancied meeting up.”

Y.N. rose to her feet, struggling to keep her voice calm. “I guess you should, then.”

Aemond’s brow furrowed. “I don’t have to go.”

“I’m not your keeper, Aemond,” she said, her tone colder than she intended. “You can do whatever you like.”

Without waiting for a response, she began clearing the plates from the table, stacking them into the dishwasher with a rigid, practiced efficiency.

Her mind whirled, frustration mounting. Before he could say anything else, Y.N. excused herself, claiming she needed to check on Jack.

That night, she didn’t return to their shared bed. Instead, she quietly slipped into the spare room, leaving Aemond alone to grapple with what had just happened.

The next morning, Aemond rose early, careful not to disturb Y.N. or Jack as he prepared for work. Before leaving, he quietly peeked into Jack’s room.

The baby was nestled peacefully in his blankets, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. Aemond couldn't help but smile softly at the sight.

Then, he made his way to check on Y.N., who was still asleep, her hair spread across the pillow. He stood there for a moment, torn between the warmth of his home and the unresolved tension from the night before.

With a deep sigh, he left for work.

As he sat at his desk that morning, Aemond couldn’t stop thinking about Alys.

Part of him believed that he owed her closure, or at least an explanation. He wasn’t a complete arse.

After deliberating for hours, he decided he would meet her for dinner—just to talk.

Nothing more. He picked up his phone and called her. She answered almost immediately, her voice smooth and familiar.

They arranged to meet at a local restaurant for dinner at 6 p.m.

When he arrived home later that afternoon, ready to tell Y.N. about his plans, he found the penthouse empty.

A scribbled note on the counter caught his eye: Gone to spend the day with Helaena.

Aemond frowned, a wave of unease settling over him. After a quick shower and shave, he dressed in one of his best suits, fixing his tie in front of the mirror, mentally preparing for the dinner ahead.

Just as he stepped into the living room, adjusting his cufflinks, he stopped in his tracks. There, on the sofa, was Y.N., back from her day out, quietly breastfeeding Jack.

Aemond hadn’t even heard her come in. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her—tender, beautiful, motherly. He walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to Jack’s forehead.

Y.N. glanced up from her son, her eyes lingering on Aemond’s suit. “Where are you going?” she asked, her tone neutral but her eyes wary.

Aemond hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I’m meeting Alys for dinner.”

Y.N. didn't look at him as she burped Jack, her voice soft but strained. “That sounds nice.”

Aemond noticed the sheen of tears gathering in her eyes, and guilt tugged at his chest. “I can stay,” he offered quietly, “If you want me to.”

The sadness on Y.N.’s face suddenly turned sharp, her words snapping out like a whip. “Why would I want you to stay?”

Aemond sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he grabbed his phone and wallet from the table. “Fine,” he muttered. “I won’t be gone long. Call me if you need anything.”

Y.N. looked up, her expression hardened as she clutched Jack tighter to her chest. “What, and interrupt your date with your grandma? No thanks.”

Aemond stiffened. “It’s not a date.”

Y.N. shrugged, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Doesn’t matter. It’s none of my business anyway. Not like I’m anyone important.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel, walking off to Jack’s room to settle him into his cot.

She heard the front door open and close with a soft click, the sound of Aemond leaving twisting something deep inside her.

But instead of letting the sadness linger, Y.N. steeled herself.

With a deep breath, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Aegon’s name. She hit call, and after just a couple of rings, his familiar voice greeted her on the other end.

"Hey, you busy?" she asked, trying to keep her voice light.

“For you? Never,” Aegon replied with a chuckle. “What’s up?”

“I need some company,” Y.N. said, glancing at Jack’s sleeping form in the cot. “Think you can come over?”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

After hanging up the phone, Y.N. smiled to herself, feeling a strange sense of determination settle over her.

If Aemond wanted to play games, fine. She could play too.

Aemond arrived at the restaurant, scanning the elegant room until he spotted Alys already waiting for him.

Dressed in a striking red dress, she stood as he approached, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

“You look good,” she said, her red lips curving into a familiar smile.

“Thanks,” Aemond replied, pulling out his chair and sitting across from her. The tension in his shoulders was unmistakable, though he tried to relax as they began their conversation.

“How’s work?” Alys asked, leaning in slightly.

Aemond sighed. “It’s been a bit hectic. I took some time off when Jack was born, and now Rhaenyra’s gone off on holiday with her uncle.” He emphasized the last word with a slight sneer.

Alys chuckled. “He’s your uncle too.”

Aemond shrugged, dismissing the thought. They ordered an expensive bottle of wine, and after the waiter poured them each a glass, Alys surprised him by raising hers.

“To your son,” she toasted.

Aemond smiled, raising his glass. “To Jack.”

They clinked glasses, and Alys watched him as she sipped her wine. “What’s it like being a father?” she asked, a soft curiosity in her tone.

Aemond's expression softened, his guard briefly dropping. “It’s tiring, but I love it. He’s-everything.”

He reached for his phone, unlocking it and eagerly showing her the countless photos, he had taken of Jack—sleeping, yawning, bundled in tiny blankets.

Alys smiled as she looked at the images. “He’s beautiful. Looks a lot like you.”

Aemond nodded, his pride showing before he tucked the phone away.

They moved into casual conversation as Alys mentioned her future plans. “I’ve been thinking about starting my own business in America,” she said, swirling her wine glass. “I’m grateful to Larys for all he’s done, but I think I’m ready to go out on my own. I’m flying out this weekend to look at properties.”

Aemond nodded. “If anyone can do it, you can.”

As the food arrived, Alys glanced at Aemond before asking, “How is Y.N?”

“Oh, she’s good, she’s been talking about going back to work-” replied Aemond.

“Already. Isn’t Jack a little young?” asked Alys taking a sip of wine.

“She can work from home if she wants to-but she enjoys being at the bookstore, so I think I’ll ask Aegon if he’ll watch Jack if Y.N does go back to Howlett’s” replied Aemond.

“You trust Aegon with your son?”

“Yes, actually I do-even though he’s a momentous pain in my arse, he adores Jack and he’s really good with him, I was actually thinking of asking him to be godfather” said Aemond.

“Does Y.N get on with him? as I recall he didn’t like me very much” muttered Alys.

“Yeah, they get on-a little too well sometimes, although I’m sure Aegon just does it deliberately to wind me up” muttered Aemond.

“Oh-so are you and Y.N in a relationship now then?”

Aemond paused, cutting into his meal before responding. “Not exactly. But there is-something between us.”

Alys raised an eyebrow, her voice lowering. “Do you love her?”

Aemond didn’t hesitate. “Yes. I love her”

The simple admission hung in the air, leaving Alys momentarily silent.

They ate in relative quiet for a few minutes before Alys spoke again, her voice softer now. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, I know it can’t have been an easy decision to make”

“No-I mean it’s ok. I just don’t want there to be any bad feelings. Were both adults, right?”

“Yes, we are.” said Alys as she took a small sip of wine.

“I’m glad-” replied Aemond as he took out his phone and sending a quick text to Y.N who responded by sending him a picture of Jack fast asleep all snuggled up in his blanket.

“Seeing you today has made me realise how much I’ve missed you, Aemond. These past few months, it’s been-different without you” whispered Alys.

Aemond put his phone back in his pocket and shifted in his seat, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking.

He tried to steer it back to something safer, talking about work, but Alys’s mind was elsewhere.

As he spoke, she watched him, thinking about how much she had missed the attention she once received when she was with him.

His sharp features and lithe body, and the looks of envy she would receive from other women for being the one on Aemond’s arm had been a delicious bonus.

They finished their meal, and ever the gentleman, Aemond helped Alys with her coat.

When his fingers accidentally brushed her skin, she shivered. The memories of their time together rushed back—and the nights they spent tangled in sheets.

She missed that, too. Especially with him. The others she had been with since their break up had failed to measure up to Aemond’s prowess in the bedroom.

As they walked toward her car, Alys glanced up at him. “I had a good time. Maybe when I get back from America, we could do this again?”

Aemond gave a noncommittal smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

He bid her farewell, watching as she drove away. Once Alys was out of sight, Aemond let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

He looked at his watch to check the time before deciding to make a quick stop at the bakery around the corner.

Inside, he picked up a lemon love cake—Y.N.’s favourite. He knew she had been upset with him for meeting Alys, and he hoped this small gesture would help smooth things over.

Cake in hand, he walked back to his car, eager to get home and make amends.

Aemond arrived home, the click of the door announcing his return. The first thing he noticed was the unmistakable scent of fried chicken.

His eye immediately landed on the KFC buckets scattered on the kitchen counter. Glancing towards the living room, he saw Aegon sprawled out on the sofa, a half-empty beer in his hand, and the movie Lake Placid playing on the TV.

“I see we have a visitor,” Aemond said dryly, tossing the box containing the lemon love cake onto the counter.

It landed with a dull thud, and he realized with a sinking feeling that this was Y.N.’s way of getting back at him for going to dinner with Alys.

Y.N., lounging on the armchair as she breast fed Jack, gave him a casual shrug before turning her attention back to the film, seemingly unbothered.

Aegon stood up from the sofa, making his way over to Aemond. “So-Y.N. told me you’re dating Alys again. Please tell me that isn’t true.”

Aemond shot him a look of disgust. “Unlike you, Aegon, I can actually keep it in my pants.”

Aegon let out a sharp laugh. “Errr, remind me again how Y.N. got pregnant? Because she might’ve been single, but you sure as shit weren’t. So don’t try that righteous act with me, little brother.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t argue back because, on some level, Aegon was right. His past decisions had been messy, reckless even.

But it didn’t make this any easier to swallow. He unbuttoned his jacket, trying to steady his breathing.

Aegon took a long swig from his beer and shook his head. “You’re an idiot, you know that? Alys only contacted you because she’s after something. The woman’s a snake, and it’s about time you realized that.”

Aemond’s patience was thinning, the tension in the room palpable. “Thanks for the advice,” he muttered, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over a chair. “It’s been noted. Now get out—and don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

Before Aegon could respond, Y.N. called out Aemond’s name, her voice soft yet filled with unspoken hurt.

But Aemond, still seething, cut her off sharply. “Don’t. We’ll discuss this later.”

Aegon sighed and glanced between them before walking over to Y.N. “Take care, okay?” he said softly, giving her a warm smile before making his way toward the door.

She waved sadly in response, her eyes lingering on him as he left.

Once Aegon was gone, Y.N. wordlessly turned off the film, her earlier playful mood vanishing. She stood up, holding Jack close as she retreated to her room, leaving Aemond standing alone in the kitchen.

The next morning, the tension between Aemond and Y.N. was unbearable, a heavy silence that weighed down every moment.

As Aemond sat at the kitchen table, he watched Y.N. breastfeeding Jack on the sofa, her focus entirely on their son. His anger simmered just beneath the surface, and he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm glad you get on with my brother," he said, his voice tight, "-But does he have to come over when I'm not here?"

Y.N. looked up, confusion crossing her face. "I don't understand what the big deal is."

After Jack finished feeding, Aemond took him from Y.N., rubbing his back until a small burp escaped.

He gently placed Jack in his bouncy chair, the little boy gurgling happily. Y.N., her eyes weary, got up to get dressed. But before she could leave the room, Aemond was suddenly looming over her.

"You know," he said quietly, though his voice was laced with intensity, "-It would sincerely piss me off if you started dating my brother."

Y.N. wrinkled her nose, taken aback. "Dating Aegon? I don’t see him that way, Aemond. He's nothing more than a friend."

"Good," Aemond muttered as Y.N. turned and walked away from him, leaving him standing in the kitchen, a mixture of frustration and relief swirling in his chest.

Days passed, and they both avoided the real issue between them. They were cordial when it came to taking care of Jack—splitting the responsibilities, making sure their son was always cared for—but their interactions were minimal.

The tension between them only seemed to grow with every word left unsaid.

Nights were the worst. They didn’t share the same bed anymore, and the absence of Y.N. beside him was gnawing at Aemond’s heart.

He would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of all the moments he’d held her close and simply listened to the sound of her breathing.

One night, while Aemond was sitting in bed with a book, the silence of the room only amplified by his lonely thoughts, he saw Y.N. hovering by the door.

She stood there, lingering, like she had something on her mind, something important to say. Aemond’s heart leapt in his chest, his breath catching as he waited for her to speak.

But then, she hesitated, her eyes flickering with doubt. And just like that, whatever courage she’d gathered seemed to vanish. She turned and walked back to her own room.

Aemond let out a long breath, setting down his book and pressing his palms into his eyes. He let out a muffled scream into his pillow, frustration and longing coursing through him.

He missed her—missed the warmth of her beside him, the softness of her touch. He wanted her back in his bed, back in his life the way she had been before. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and never let her go.

But now, they were both trapped in this limbo, unwilling or unable to break through the wall that had built up between them.

Aemond carefully changed Jack’s nappy, talking to his son in soft murmurs as he worked. After ensuring everything was secure, he lifted Jack onto his shoulder, rubbing his back in soothing circles. The baby let out a small burp, and Aemond smiled, feeling a surge of affection as Jack relaxed against him.

Just then, Y.N. emerged from her bedroom, dressed nicely with her hair and makeup done. Aemond looked up, momentarily taken aback by how beautiful she looked.

“Where are you going?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

Y.N. adjusted her handbag. “The museum called. They have another piece they want restored. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’ve pumped enough breast milk for Jack. You just need to heat it up.”

Aemond nodded, his breath catching in his throat when Y.N. leaned over him to kiss Jack on the top of his head.

She lingered for a moment, then pressed a soft kiss to Aemond’s cheek. The simple gesture sent warmth through him, and he found himself struggling for words.

As she straightened up and headed for the door, Aemond called out, “Wait.”

She turned, raising an eyebrow. He tossed her his car keys. “Take my car. It’ll be easier for you.”

Y.N. smiled, a brief but genuine expression of gratitude, before she turned and left the penthouse.

Aemond stood there for a moment, holding Jack and watching the door close behind her.

Not long after she left, there was a knock at the door. Aemond, holding Jack in the crook of his arm, opened it to find Alys standing on the threshold.

She was dressed in her usual sharp attire, and Aemond frowned in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone more curt than he intended.

Alys smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I was hoping to have a word with you.”

Aemond hesitated, glancing down at Jack, but against his better judgment, he stepped aside and let her in.

Alys removed her coat, her eyes scanning the penthouse. It looked different from the last time she’d been there—baby accessories scattered across the living room, toys tucked into corners, and the once pristine reading area replaced by Y.N.'s workbench.

“Y.N. is a restoration artist,” Aemond explained, noting her gaze. “Remember I said she works from home sometimes.”

Alys nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “So, you two live together?” she asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

“We have a child,” Aemond replied, his tone matter-of-fact. “Why wouldn’t we?”

Alys’s lips curled slightly. “Is Y.N. home right now?”

“No,” Aemond said, “-She’s got a meeting at the museum. So, it’s just me and Jack”

At the mention of Jack, Alys's eyes softened as she asked, “Can I hold him?”

Aemond hesitated for a second before nodding. He carefully placed Jack in her arms.

Alys cooed at the baby, her voice a bit too sweet for Aemond's liking. "Oh, Aemond, he’s so precious.”

But as if on cue, Jack suddenly threw up on her, causing Alys to shriek in surprise.

Immediately, Jack began to cry, and Aemond took him back, cradling him in his arms and gently rocking him.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured, rubbing Jack’s back until the crying subsided.

Alys, meanwhile, stood awkwardly with the mess on her clothes.

Aemond handed her a towel with a small, apologetic smile. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s not his fault,” Alys muttered, dabbing at the sick on her dress as best she could.

Aemond quickly changed Jack into fresh clothes and placed him in his bouncy chair, where the baby gurgled happily.

“You’re a good father,” Alys remarked as she sat down.

“I try,” Aemond replied, still feeling the remnants of frustration from her sudden appearance. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“A coffee would be nice,” Alys said with a smile.

Aemond made her a coffee and sat across from her once she had the cup in hand. “So, what did you want to discuss?”

Alys took a sip of her drink before explaining, “I’ve found a couple of properties, both residential and commercial, but I’m having a little trouble securing contacts for my business. I was wondering if you could help me out, just to get started.”

Aemond leaned back in his chair, his expression carefully neutral. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Alys raised an eyebrow. “Because of Y.N.?”

Aemond’s jaw tightened. “I don’t want to complicate matters. Things between us are-strained enough as it is.”

Alys leaned forward smiling, her tone soft but insistent. “It’s just business, Aemond. I’m not here to come between the two of you.”

Aemond considered her words for a moment. “Maybe I can recommend some clients, but I can’t get involved beyond that.”

Alys smiled, satisfied for the moment. “That would be more than enough. Thank you.”

Aemond was on edge the moment Alys left. He paced around the penthouse, wondering how he could possibly tell Y.N. that Alys had been there.

He didn’t want to deceive her, but he knew she wouldn’t be happy once she found out. His thoughts raced as he bathed Jack, making sure he was fed, burped, and finally laid down in his cot.

The baby was swaddled in the soft blanket Helaena had gifted him, with the gentle melody of the dragon mobile filling the room.

Aemond whispered, "Goodnight," kissed his son's forehead, and quietly left, turning on the baby monitor before heading into the living room.

He sat there, nerves eating at him. Every sound made him jump, anticipating Y.N.'s return.

When she finally walked through the door an hour later, her arms laden with files and the brightest smile on her face, it only made Aemond feel worse.

“How was the meeting?” he asked, his voice betraying his tension.

Y.N. placed the files on her workbench, her smile widening. “It went brilliantly! They were so impressed with my work on the statue that they’ve asked me to restore two more pieces.”

“That’s amazing,” Aemond said, his tone genuine despite the knot in his stomach.

“It means I won’t be able to go back to working for Mr. Howlett, though. This commission takes priority, but it’ll make me some good money—and hopefully, lead to more business.”

Aemond nodded, trying to focus on her good news. “You should get business cards made. That way, anyone who wants to hire you can easily get in touch.”

Y.N. smiled, nodding. “That’s a good idea. I’ll look into that.” She paused and glanced around. “How’s Jack been?”

“He’s been fine,” Aemond replied, shifting in his seat. “He’s already down for the night.”

Y.N. seemed pleased. “Good. I think I fancy a drink. I’ll have to pump and dump, but I could really use a glass of wine.” She turned toward the kitchen, her mood light as she reached for a bottle of wine. “Want one?”

Aemond nodded, though his mind was preoccupied. He needed to tell her. The longer he waited, the worse it would be.

But just as he gathered the courage, Y.N. stopped mid-search for the corkscrew, her gaze falling on the sink. A cup sat there with red lipstick on the rim.

She straightened, her voice tight as she asked, “Who was here?”

Aemond swallowed hard. “Now, don’t get mad—”

“Why would I get mad?” she interrupted, already knowing where this was going.

“Alys popped by-”

The bottle of wine hit the counter with a thud as Y.N. turned to face him, her expression shifting from disbelief to fury.

She walked toward him; each step deliberate as Aemond instinctively took a step back.

“That woman was in here?” she demanded, her voice rising.

Aemond nodded, his throat dry. He barely had time to react when Y.N. reached down, pulled off one of her heels, and hurled it at him.

He dodged it, but the second heel came flying at him immediately after.

“How could you let that woman in here?” Y.N. shouted, her face flushed with anger. “You know how I feel about her, Aemond! How could you?!”

Aemond raised his hands, trying to calm her down, but it was no use.

She spotted a folded newspaper on the table, grabbed it, and began swatting him with it.

“You let her in our home, after everything?”

“She wasn’t here for long!” Aemond protested as he managed to snatch the newspaper from Y.N. “She held Jack and—”

“WHAT? You let her hold my son?” screamed Y.N in disbelief.

Aemond sighed in defeat as he handed the newspaper back to her and stood still as she resumed hitting him.

He didn’t try to stop her, knowing he deserved her anger.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally stopped, her breathing ragged as she threw the newspaper onto the floor.

“I’m done,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of finality. “I’m moving out. And I’m taking Jack.”

Aemond’s stomach dropped, his heart hammering in his chest. He stepped forward, his voice trembling with desperation. “Y.N., wait—”

“No,” she cut him off, her eyes filled with pain. “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t have her anywhere near my son.”

“She’s not a threat to you or to Jack,” Aemond said, his voice pleading. “It was just business. I—”

“It’s never just business with her, Aemond!” Y.N. snapped, her hands shaking as she brushed her hair out of her face. “She’s after something, and you’re obviously too blind to see it.”

Aemond watched in stunned silence as Y.N stormed into her bedroom, yanking open her drawers and throwing clothes haphazardly into a suitcase.

Panic surged through him, and he followed her, hovering near the doorway, unsure of what to say.

His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice strained.

Y.N. rounded on him, her eyes blazing with fury. "What does it look like, Aemond? I’m leaving. You can be free to be with your precious Alys now."

His heart dropped at her words. "I don’t want Alys," he said, his voice soft but firm.

Y.N. scoffed, not even bothering to look at him as she continued to shove her things into the suitcase.

"Could’ve fooled me," she muttered bitterly, her movements jerky as she threw more clothes into the pile.

Aemond moved closer, watching helplessly as she angrily packed her belongings. "Stop," he pleaded. "We can talk this out."

Y.N. froze for a moment, her back to him, before she whipped around, her face contorted with a mixture of anger and hurt.

"Talk this out?" she repeated, incredulous. "I’m not playing second fiddle to some old arse geriatric who should be on a register. I refuse to be disrespected like this."

Her words stung, but Aemond tried to keep his composure. "It’s not like that—" he started, but she cut him off.

"Not like that?" she scoffed, yanking another drawer open with so much force it nearly came off the track. "You let her saggy arse into our home, Aemond. You let her hold our son. And now you’re standing here, telling me it’s 'not like that?'"

He reached for her, trying to calm her down, but she brushed past him, throwing more clothes into the suitcase with furious abandon.

"Y.N., it’s late," he said, hoping to appeal to her reason. "You don’t have to do this now. Please, just—"

"I don’t care!" she snapped, her hands trembling as she continued packing. "I’ll get a hotel for the night if I have to. I just need to get out of here."

Aemond ran a hand through his hair, frustration and guilt swirling inside him. "I’m sorry," he said quietly. "I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t mean to hurt you."

“-Your apologise mean shit to me, because as soon as Alys whistles, her loyal dog will come,” said Y.N

“Do not speak to me in that way” snapped Aemond.

“I shall speak to you anyway I please-I’m not afraid of you”.

“Oh really” challenged Aemond, drawing himself to his full height.

“Yes-really, now do yourself a favour, and fuck off back to your grandma-” said Y.N.

“No” replied Aemond sternly.

“Fine. I will take Jack and leave you to your fucking old hag”.

“YOUR NOT FUCKING GOING ANYWHERE” snarled Aemond viciously.

“Going to stop me, are you? How exactly are you going to do that” balled Y.N.

“You will not leave me. You will not take my son” ordered Aemond his lip curling.

"I will and you will never see either of us again" threatened Y.N as she stood against Aemond, her body pressed against his.

"NO, YOU WON'T!"

“What are you going to do about it” snapped Y.N.

“You will not leave me” ordered Aemond.

“Oh, really and why not“ snapped Y.N

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU-”

“What?” squeaked Y.N.

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU” balled Aemond as he lunged forward and pressed his lips to hers.

Y.N ripped herself away from Aemond.

Staring at him in disbelief as she put a hand to her mouth.

The resentment swirling in the pit of her stomach was now morphing into something else. The dormant fire of their relationship was roaring to life once more. Coursing through her body.

One kiss, that was all it took. She needed more. She needed him.

Suddenly Y.N wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck and drew him in back in.

Their kiss was rough and vicious. Consisting of teeth and tongue.

It had been so long since they’d shared any form of intimacy.

Aemond backed Y.N towards the bed, his hands tearing off her clothes until they were a ragged mess on the floor.

It was an eruption of frustration and passion. Hands everywhere, grabbing, scratching, and pulling at one another.

Aemond took a brief minute to yank off his t-shirt before he shoved Y.N on the bed, her back colliding with the mattress with a soft thump.

His body covered hers as he sucked and licked the delicate skin of her neck, leaving red marks in his wake.

Y.N moved her head to the side and moaned loudly as she felt Aemond’s teeth nipping at her skin.

Aemond pulled away to push down his sweatpants and boxers, freeing his hard cock.

Y.N lay back on the bed, her heart thumping wildly in her chest.

Aemond runs his hand up and down the length of himself, eyeing Y.N with an animalistic hunger, a smirk on his lips as she parted her legs for him.

As he guides himself to her entrance, she barely has a moment to adjust before he is quickly pressing his cock inside and stretching her, causing her to cry out.

“FUCKING TAKE IT!” spits Aemond, wrapping a hand around her throat while the other digs into her hip, pulling her aggressively against him to meet each one of his hard thrusts.

Y.N can’t think of anything but the intense pounding thrusts that greet her, causing her to wail and moan, tears form in her eyes, before running down her cheeks.

Aemond sets a brutal pace, his hips crashing into hers, his cock reaching deep inside her.

“YES! YES! AEMOND!” screams Y.N.

“FUCK!” shouts Aemond as he feels her cunny clenching around his cock.

As Aemond’s hips begins to falter in their movements, Aemond snakes a hand between their joined bodies, his long fingers expertly circling her pearl, causing heat to bloom across her stomach.

He presses down more firmly, making faster movements against her bud making her shudder, as a sudden warmth crashes over her in waves making her cry out.

“AEMOND!!” screams Y.N as her hands claw at his back.

“Fuck!! baby, that’s it come all over my cock!” growls Aemond as he moves to grab the headboard, bracing himself as he continues to pound his hips against hers.

“I love you. Aemond” gasped Y.N.

With a loud animalistic groan, Aemond stills, his cock pulsating as he spills his seed deep inside her.

TBC

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #hotd aemond #aemond fanfiction #hotd fanfic #aemond fic #hotd fic #aemond one eye #aemond #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #aemond x reader

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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Ok... I have kiss and emoji requests for my favorite GoT character, the beloved Onion Knight, Ser Davos! 😁😁😁

💤💦⛅ AND 56 & 75

Yaaaayy Davos 💞💞 I’m gonna put the kiss in a separate post!

💤Napping HC

Davos doesn’t really indulge himself in midday naps, he doesn’t have the time, but he’ll often tell you to take a moment to rest. Davos is perceptive, and notices when you’re running yourself ragged. He’ll go as far as bringing you a pillow and blanket.

If you’re the type to wake up absurdly early, he’ll gently tug you back into bed and ask you to get a little more sleep. He’s very warm and cuddly.

Even if he’s busy, Davos would gladly cuddle with you if it helped you sleep. For one, he wants you to take care of yourself and would do anything to help, and secondly… he’s a great cuddler. You can fall right asleep in his big warm arms, and he’s excellent at carefully moving you to the bed.

When he’s extremely exhausted from a long journey, it takes little convincing to get him to bed. He falls right asleep when you take his hands and just talk to him, nevermind if you cuddle up with him.

💦Pool/Beach Day HC

No surprise, Davos swims like a fish, and he’d happily teach you. He knows nearly all ladies and even most lords don’t know how to swim, and he seriously considers it an important skill. Davos can be unsure of himself if you’re a highborn lady, but he’s all confidence when he’s teaching you.

He even almost forgets about the thin underclothes you wore while he teaches. Almost.

Whenever you want to play in the waves and sit at the beach, he thinks it’s so endearing and can’t help but tag along, even if you have to drag him into the water - he’ll barely tolerate cold water, but he likes to sit in it if it’s warm. It reminds him of his younger days, and if you ever have kids, he’ll want to bring them along and also teach them to swim.

He’s fantastic at finding seashells of all sizes, but especially the little perfect ones hidden in the sand. When there’s little crabs walking around the tidepools, he’ll show you how to catch them without getting pinched. And when a wave knocks you over, he’ll help you up while laughing.

Even just listening to the waves soothes him, so you two will keep the windows open to listen to the waves and let the sea breeze in.

Modern AU - Davos is a huge beach-goer and likely lives on one or close to one. His family was always by the sea, and he grew up catching fish and crabs. He probablys owns a little boat and a larger one that was his father’s, and most likely has a permanent tan from being outside so much.

Modern AU - He’s alright with pools, but there’s so much variety, sunshine and sealife at beaches, he just has to prefer them. He’s very happy if you share his love of the ocean and want to do those kinds of activities with him - but he also understands if you’d rather read a book or sit in a hot tub.

⛅Sunset HC

He’s seen such a variety of sunsets and sunrises, and as far as he’s concerned, the best ones are when you’re out at sea and the light sparkles off the moving water. He’ll tell you all about it, and he’s more than pleased to take you on a ship and let you see it for yourself.

Davos loves if you’re a sentimental type that enjoys watching sunsets. If he has time, he wants to sit and watch with you, while holding your hand or having you sit in his lap. It’s just so personal, and romantic, that it makes him boyishly happy. He’ll try to explain how he feels about it, but he’d just end up blushing and muttering “Ah, nothin’.”

He’s happy to chat with you during these relaxing times, or whittle while you rest against his shoulder. If you both end up with kids, often this is the “calm before the storm” when they’re tired from playing all day and you and Davos can get an hour alone.

#davos seaworth x reader #game of thrones x reader #got x reader #libra headcanons

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Babysitting Butcher Chapter 55

Seeing Ryan, who had been so introverted and internalized, staring with rapt wonder at Billy was a sort of improvement. The male, the one who I could find no background on, seemed intent on hovering, until Billy turned and glared at him dead on.

“I think you’ll find the boy has my last name,” he growled, and I bit my lip as the overzealous guard backed off, and disappeared from sight at least. Ryan was practically vibrating, and Mrs. Davos had already faded away. “Let’s head into the room where you and Ronnie sat last time, eh?”

He was shooting me a look that screamed ‘help’ which only made me bite my lip a little harder. I raised my eyebrow and gestured for him to lead on, causing his nostrils to flare with exaggerated patience and I had to swallow a laugh. Dear God, this was NOT what I was expecting. Ryan sat, waiting with the patience of a ten year old for Billy to sit beside him, and so did I.

“Uh, Ronnie, Doc - I mean,” William Fucking Butcher looked like he was unsure of himself and I wished I could record it without making things even more weird. His eyes were on mine and if he could actually telegraph his words I was pretty sure they were ‘fucking HELP’.

“Ryan, Billy’s here to check in with you, but I’m going to be asking most of the questions again, is that alright with you?” If I didn’t take control, God knew we wouldn’t get anywhere. Ryan’s eyes met mine and he smiled, more at ease with me than he had at the beginning of our first visit. “OK, Billy, take a seat, please.”

Once Billy sat down, I took the chair across from the sofa that the two Butcher men were seated on, of course one wasn’t Butcher by blood, but Becca had given him that name for protection and because it was HER name. Ryan couldn’t take his eyes off of Billy and Billy looked as comfortable with the attention as most men would look at detonating an armed bomb.

“Ryan,” I hoped that I could at least keep the conversation moving, the dialogue going. His gaze met mine again, and I smiled. “I - we watched one of your stop-motion movies,” his eyes flashed back to Billy, seeking confirmation and he got a nod for it. “Do you not have what you need to make more here, or -” I left it open, I wanted Ryan to pick up the thread and explain why he’d stopped, why it didn’t seem as important now.

His eyes dropped, the shutting down started, and I glanced at Billy. “What is it?” Good, I thought, he’s catching on. “Ryan, why don’t you do it now?” Getting Billy to ask, to get involved could help get the gates opened, hopefully.

Ryan sighed and fidgeted, his hands not knowing what to do with themselves. “I made Mom’s favorite movies,” he peeked at Billy, timid of how the mention of Becca might be met, but seeing nothing other than a small nod for him to go on, he did. “She’s not here to -” his voice broke and so did a piece of my heart. Oh, shit. “I just thought -” his shoulder shrugged a bit and I shook my head.

“Did ya like doin’ em?” Billy’s voice was gruff, it always was, but this was just a touch rougher, and I knew it was from the reminder of their loss. Ryan looked up at Billy and I watched as the two of them studied one another for a few beats. “If you like doin’ em, then keep doin’ em. Your mom would want you to do what you like - to find happiness in something.”

Ryan didn’t say anything, he just stared at Billy like he was waiting for the punchline or the other shoe to drop. When none came, he turned to me. “Do you enjoy making them?” I asked, keeping my voice even and quiet. “You did a wonderful job on the one we watched.” I didn’t want to talk about all of them, telling Ryan I watched all of his stop action films wouldn’t really matter to him, not with his need for Billy’s attention.

I could see that he was trying to decide how to explain and Billy looked like he was about to ask another question, so I shifted slightly, causing his gaze to land on me. A slight shake of my head to warn him to keep quiet. Thankfully he took the hint and kept silent because Ryan found his words and we managed to keep the conversation flowing.

Ryan told us how he loved doing the movies, but without his mom beside him, urging him on, giving him the push and helping him, with the tiny touches and just giving him the confidence to keep going, felt wrong somehow. Without Becca beside him, keeping him steady, it wasn’t right.

“Ryan,” I was staring at Billy, getting the strength from just seeing his face to ask the question that I knew we needed the answer to, “have you had any feelings of -” I stopped, trying how best to ask it. “Have you had any sort of -” I couldn’t do it, I realized, I couldn’t ask this little boy if he’d lost control or if he noticed that he COULDN’T lose control.

Billy grabbed control of the reigns from me, thank fucking GOD, and found a way to ask what I couldn’t. “What the good doctor here is trying to ask, is -” he took a deep breath, and I knew it was just as difficult to bring it up, more so since it meant both of them would remember losing HER. “Have you found yourself getting upset and feelin’ like you felt when your mum,” their eyes met and I felt like I’d disappeared completely from the room. “Hey, it’s alright,” Ryan had started to fold in on himself, but Billy stopped him with a shaking hand on his shoulder. “You know she didn’t blame you.”

“She should have,” Ryan was shaking, almost rocking from the pain of the memory and I felt like the worst sort of interloper. “I killed her.” His eyes were glassy and I could feel how deeply he still felt it, the pain of what happened to his mom. “I killed her and now I have nobody.”

If anything would trigger his powers, an outburst, a reaction, THIS - the pain of the loss of his mother, the memory of how it happened should have caused SOMETHING. “Ryan?” I hated to interrupt, but I had to. “Do you know about the inhibitors?” His gaze met mine and my heart broke a little more when he nodded, affirming what I started to suspect as he spoke about the loss of Becca. “Did you agree to them?” Another nod and another crack chipped away. “Why?”

“So I wouldn’t hurt anyone else.” It sounded so simple, and to a child it was. But to an adult, and to the two that were seated with him, it was far more complicated and complex.

#billy butcher x ofc #the boys #alternate universe

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darkangel0410 · 4 years ago

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Hanny/Drai bdsm hotel

Ooohh, that's a good one! The basic premise is that the Edmonton hotel Bettman & co book for the WC players is a BDSM dungeon/hotel. Connor knows what is from the beginning because him and Jack are together and in the lifestyle, but Drai is not. Obviously shenanigans happen and everyone gets laid the way they want to 🤣🤣🤣 Here's a little blurb:

"Hey," Leon echoes with the same inflection; they might not like each other, but they usually manage to be civil for Davo's sake. "Hope your ankle's ok," he adds sincerely, even if it's mostly because he doesn't want to have to listen to Davo worry about it.

"Yeah, it's alright," Eichel tells him just as Davo comes in from the other room with an ice pack in his hand. “Connor just likes to fuss,” he adds with an eye roll, but he lets Davo rearrange everything so both feet are on Davo's lap and he looks quietly pleased with the attention.

"It's my job to fuss," Davo says mildly, with an undertone to his voice that Leon can't place, but it makes Eichel relax back against the arm of the couch, apparently no longer interested in arguing about it.

Thanks for asking, babe! ❤❤❤❤ (WIP game)

#q & a #adamsgirl42 #meme #mceichel #hanny/drai #that's hockey baby

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icontainmultitides · 5 years ago

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WIP Wednesday - IBLBM snippet

OK so it’s been a while since I've updated Imagine Being Loved By Me! Life and my screenwriting course have kept me busy! But now we’re all housebound. So this week I’ve been inspired again and I’ve writing a lot now that everything else has stopped... So here’s a sneak peak of Chapter 12:

He took a step back, releasing her and turned away, rubbing the back of his neck absently.

“Well, this is it, really. Where I do most of my design work and all of my actual metal work.”

Arya walked over to one of the work benches, trailing her delicate hand along the edge of the surface. She seemed genuinely fascinated by the room and all of its tools.

“I was hoping to find you all sweaty and dirty in here…” she smirked up at him and he laughed.

“Not today sadly! I had a client in earlier, hence the smart clothes.”

Arya looked him up and down appreciatively.

“Yeah, I noticed. You’re wearing that jacket I like again…”

He felt his face flush under her stare.

“So what are you working on today?” she asked politely, as she scanned the room. He crossed the room towards her and picked up his sketchpad.

“Some sketches for a new piece. See?” He held it out to her and watched as she took it from him, her hands skimming over the paper.

“What is it?”

“It’s going to be a pair of earrings. The client wants me to use a geometric design.” As he spoke he traced the sketch with his fingers. Arya looked on appreciatively.

“It’s beautiful.” She looked up at him. “Have you always been so artistic?”

“Yeah, I suppose so. I loved drawing. And art was always my favourite subject at school. Davos noticed when I’d come into the pub and when I was old enough, he told Mott about me. Got me a job in here when it was still a blacksmith’s. Mott thought I’d be good with my hands.”

“Oh you definitely are!” She winked at him playfully and he swatted her bum before wrapping his arm around her hips and hugging her into his side.

“Not like that, cheeky! I love making things. Designing them. Bringing them to life.”

“I can see,” she said softly.

He gave her a moment to study the sketch, just enjoying holding her body under his arm. She fit there well.

“You know,” she said eventually, “My mum and Sansa are really good at sewing. That’s what Sansa does now actually, she works for an haute couture fashion house as an assistant. Olenna Tyrell?”

Gendry shrugged. He wasn’t very familiar with high fashion, but the name rang a bell.

“But Mum’s family were all brilliant dressmakers. She even made her own wedding dress! So Mum tried to teach me and Sansa how to sew growing up. Sansa was a natural. But I never got the hang of it! Our nanny said I had the hands of a blacksmith actually!”

Gendry snorted and took her delicate hand in his. “What these soft little things? Hardly!”

She paused, her voice growing uncertain.

“I’ve never felt like I fit in with the women in my family. Mum gave up trying to get me to learn when I was about 9 or 10. But then I discovered dancing!” She looked up at him, her eyes lighting up at the words.

#WIP Wednesday #asoaif fic #got fic #ao3 #imagine being loved by me #IBLBM #arya gendry fanfiction #gendrya

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mightyavngrs · 5 years ago

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come back to me | jon snow x reader

summary: you might've lost him that night but you never lost hope that he would eventually come back to you

a/n: i don't know if it's because i've read this so many times but i believe this didn't come out as good as i expected it too. regardless of that, enjoy :)

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The first thing you noticed after the word traitor written by his side was the pool of blood surrounding him. The contrast of the dark liquid and the snow and his pale skin made Jon Snow look like the most angelic thing on earth. The second thing you noticed were his eyes. The chocolate brown eyes that used to observe you with such fondness and adoration now seemed to stare at nothing but the void... glassy, lifeless. That's when it really hit you. He was gone. You fell to your knees bringing a shaking hand to caress the man's features. Tears furiously ran down your face as broken sobs left your lips between prayers to whatever Gods would listen. Gently picking him up you brought the white wolf's freezing body to yours, hoping that the warmth of your figure could somehow bring him back to life.

"No, no, no, no, no" you muttered. "Come back to me, Jon Snow. You can't leave now, my love. You can't leave me." you kept on mumbling into the curly hair you had always loved so dearly. "Help! Help him please!" you tried to scream into the night air but your voice broke from the lack of air in your hyperventilating lungs and that didn't allow you to scream any louder. Thankfully Ser Davos, along with Edd and some other Night's Watch rangers came to your rescue, probably brought by the loud noises Ghost was making. With a confused and sad look in the direction where you miserably tried to bring your best friend back to life through whispers and prayers, Ser Davos commanded the others. "Help bring him inside." he said, and the men did as told.

You sat down next to the table where the white wolf layed. His body which had once been a walking oven as you'd called him so many times, had now lost all its warmth and gained a blueish tone. You took one of Jon's gelid hands in yours. After much insisting from your part, Ser Davos had finally agreed to speak to Lady Melisandre, in hopes that the Red Woman could help the Stark bastard in any way. So as you waited for his return, you sang. Remembering how whenever he was sad or scared Jon would run to your room and ask you to sing for him. Your calming voice had always held a special place in the Lord Commander's heart so no matter how sleepy or how mad you could be at him sometimes, the white wolf knew he would always be welcomed with open arms by you. "There's a way." Ser Davos' voice filled the room making you turn your attention away from your nostalgic thoughts and to the man standing at the door. "Lady Melisandre said she will try. To bring him back." he finished. "Thank you." you replied to the man, the hope you still found in yourself forcing a small smile to form in your face.

Jon's body layed now practically naked on the table allowing you, to your horror, to have a better look on just how bad and deep the bloody wounds on the man's torso really were. You couldn't help but imagine how betrayed he must've felt the moment his brothers turned on him. How lonely he must've felt as he could sense his life slipping away, alone in the cold night. Holding back your tears you decided to keep your attention on Melisandre's movements as she cleaned the white wolf's torso and cut pieces of his hair and beard. Her hands moved to his chest when she started pronouncing words in a language you did not understand. Bringing your eyes to Jon's you anticipated the moment they would burst open and you would finally be met with the beautiful orbs you had fallen in love with but instead you felt Melisandre abandon your side and leave the room, the others following shortly. That couldn't be it, you thought to yourself. They couldn't just give up that easily. He needed time. Jon Snow would never leave you like that. He was coming back, he just needed time.

Taking a sit next to the the Lord Commander, and holding his hand in yours once again, you waited for the man's awakening but were quickly interrupted by a certain direwolf's whimper. "What is it Ghost?" you asked getting up to pet the white beast. And suddenly a loud gasp for air filled the room and the lifeless man who once rested on that table now sit up, struggling for air, but still, full of life. You couldn't seem to move that moment, the only thing escaping from your lips a whisper of his name. "Jon." you muttered in shock as tears started to make their way down your face. The Stark bastard looked at you still struggling to breath, and when you understood his intention of getting up to get to you you ran to his side, with a blanket in hand, just in time to catch him from falling and wrapping him up on the warm cover. "Shhhhhh. It's ok. I'm right here. You're ok." you shushed into his hair, playing with it in means to call him down. You held the broken man you'd been calling best friend for so long as he caught his breath. "There was nothing." he was finally able to mutter out looking up to lock his eyes on yours. "There was nothing there." He looked so scared, so hurt, and the rage you had felt for the traitors at first but had eventually replaced by grief came back stronger than ever. "It's over. You're ok." you comforted him placing a soft kiss on the Stark's forehead. "It was so cold and lonely. And i just wanted to come back to you." Jon confessed, a broken sob escaping his lips. "And you did, my love." you reassured him, pulling the man back into your embrace. "You came back to me."

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ladyandtheghost · 6 years ago

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The code word is “family”: A recap of 8x02

The Red Queen and the White Queen:

If I’m delusional at this point, then so be it, but if I still needed convincing of Political!Jon, this scene convinced me. Because Sansa figured it out. Oh my God, she figure it out! You can see the exact moment of it on Sophie’s face. After all the talk and demonstration of Sansa’s intelligence last episode, it made all the sense in the world that Sansa would work it out herself what Jon is actually doing. And it almost makes you feel a bit sorry for Dani when she opens her heart and says kind of jokingly “Tell me who manipulated whom?” and the penny drops for Sansa. You can see it in her eyes, her weird giddiness. Sansa does not like this woman, why on earth would she smile and laugh if not a new realization that is playing out in her head?

It was also interesting how Dani tried to become all sisterly, thinking she could bond with Sansa over “boy talk” - and Sansa laughs but then drops the act and talks “real politics” - which not only shows that Sansa is a strategist and future-oriented, but she also just called out Dani on her argument that they are both women in politics who want to be taken seriously.

This is your family, Theon:

I don’t know how Sophie does it, but every reunion that Sansa has with literally any character that Sansa cares about is a 100% tear-jerker. And this was no exception: it was emotional and beautiful and pure.

I can totally see people shipping them and it’s not an outlandish idea or notp for me or anything, but I felt the background of the scene was not so nuch meant to launch a romantic ship, it was actually far more powerful than that...

Because it was about family and about politics at the same time (the two things Sansa excels in).

The entire set up of the scene was perfection: The red queen and the white queen, both emerging from the library after their tense conversation and at this moment - and omg this is so fantastic - we see the exact difference in how the two women/queens are being shown as opposites:

Theon dutifully kneels in front of “his queen”, the gesture that she always demands from all her subjects, the gesture that she has burned people for refusing to perform - but Theon’s heart is not in it.

Then he ignores Dani and addresses Sansa, asks to fight “for Winterfell”, for House Stark and they embrace and he is so happy to be “home” and “safe” and “loved” and “missed” and this is his family.

It’s like a mother welcoming her lost child back home in her arms: essentially what a “beloved queen” is seen as - a mother to her people. “Mhysa” failed at that. Sansa is the queen and ruler beloved by her people.

And Dani notices. She sees “her” bannerman’s loyalty to another powerful woman and she is not pleased...

Theon wanting to fight ”for Winterfell“ - after the convo about the North two minutes earlier - this is another blow for Dani, who made a pact with the Greyjoys to fight for her, and “for the throne“

Theon and Sansa represent the ideal ruler/bannerman situation: the bannermann comes before you, pledges themself to you, asking “if you'll have me“ because they love and respect and want to serve you - which is the complete opposite of how it works for Dani.

This is a bond that lasts. Sansa will never fear betrayal from someone who asked to serve her.

Their shared trauma and Sansa being Theon’s redeption has forged this beautiful and strong bond. It has no sexual undertones imo (though people who ship it might disagree which is of course understandable)

Rather it’s a mirror opposite of the strong bond Sansa has with Jon which is charged with UST and “subtext”

Theon also represents the brother Sansa needs, with Robb gone, Bran “gone” and replaced by the 3ER and things being all “complicated” and tense with Jon...

Jon is also somewhat “gone” in this episode, though neither Sansa nor Dani understand why.

And they are not stopping at that: where do we find Sansa during the last hours before the battle? Not drinking and warming her butt in front of the roaring fire like the others - nope, Sansa is outside in the cold with her people, eating the stuff that everyone else eats, spending time with the one “brother” she has left who came back for her and it’s yet another indicator that Sansa would be a ruler “for the people”

RMS Gendrya sailing strong:

Arya “perving” on Gendry first half of the episode, effectively reversing the “male gaze” and her taking charge in their relationship was great. The only thing is - now I’m scared, like really scared one of them will die. Or both? Urgh I’m getting Tonks/Lupin flashbacks - it’s never good for people to be happily in love before a battle. But I also loved how Gendry worried about her, literally pissed off that she would put herself in danger. And in going with the theme of family for this episode, one of the iconic moments of this couple was when Arya told Gendry: “I could be your family.” and Gendry was right, he is not her family, she is his “lady” and he is her lover...

The Hound and his pup:

...however Arya did seek out someone who sees her as his family. The only thing that really comes to mind re: Sandor is that this sealed the deal on San*san happening or not. I had a feeling they would not let Sansa and him interact and rather choose the less squicky, more popular relationship of Sandor and Arya shine through. Arya *is* the Hound’s redeption arc. Just like Sansa is Theon’s.

That super *awkward* family reunion:

Dani’s reaction was SO predictable, it’s amazing. People actually fantasized that Dani would not mind so much, that she would actually be happy to have her “family” and another Targ by her side. Yeah, fat chance. The only thing on her mind now is that that Jon has the higher claim.

Also: Jon spending his last night down in the crypts with his mother is so poignant it hurts. He always wanted to know her, he always wanted to see her face, so he stands there just looking at it the night before he might be taken from this world again. Somehow this was also an interesting parallel to Sansa and Theon and about being accepted as family. He told Dani about his mother, then it was revealed that she is his aunt, his closest(!) living (female) relative.

Jaime, Braime (plus Tormund):

I knew Jaime would be accepted by Sansa - because of Brienne - and just like Theon, Jaime is another addition to Sansa’s Queen’s Watch. Dani looking pissed about it was literally channeling Cersei (if only she knew).

Poor Tormund, he is so gone on her and he just wanted to be around her. Again, I’m scared shitless for every single character in that room around that fire and if the “knighting” scene is the best we will get from Braime, I will riot.

A Bear Island family reunion:

We finally got some Mormonts reunited. Jorah worrying about his little cousin but also respecting her for fighting and Lyanna wishing him good fortune and owning him as “cousin” was also a nice touch. Jorah still has a home in the North and a family. Sam reminded him of that when he spoke of Jeor and gave him his own father’s sword. They both lost their fathers before they could make them proud or forgive them/or be forgiven.

Alys Karstark - everywhere!:

Yes, I’m back on my bullshit. But seriously, they were parading her around all episode. They placed her here, places her there, always somewhere in camera frames or shots, Why? She doesn’t speak, her presence doesn’t serve any purpose. Unless we should just get a good look of that “other” red-headed girl, aka Fake!Sansa.

Davos and Shireen's little girl (ghost):

That little girl with the scarred face killed me - just like she killed Davos. I'm tearing up just thinking of her. And Gilly was so sweet, so instinctively maternal, and Davos looked like he's slowly dying inside. Perhaps we were meant to read this as somehow Shireen's spirit could be felt through this girl and she was there to tell Davos that she will be ok. Idk but I'm crying...Shireen was Davos’ beloved child, his family after he lost his son, and nothing will ever change that!

Jon’s other family (no, not the dragon one):

There was even less “action” in this episode, but a lot of emotion. Except from one quarter: Jon, who completely isolated himself from his family - but found solace with his other family, i.e. his “brothers” - Sam, Edd, Tormund. And they recalled Grenn, their lost brother.

On the whole, the episode is a prime example of the calm before the storm...next time, shit’s going down.

#jonsa #political!jon #political!jon theory #episode recap

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let-love-run-red · 5 years ago

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Christar Wrintaris

The flight was a silent one. There was no whooping and hollering as they flew, none of the dragons played in the warm winds that blew them upwards as they had before, simply tucked their wings in and kept their height. Vaehra at the front, a green dragon covered in armor on her left and a purple on her right. The three dragons trilled to each other quietly as they flew. In the distance, Jon could see Winterfell in the distance, and comtemplated asking if they could visit Sansa, he missed her dearly, but assumed this would be the wrong time.

"My queen," He heard one of the riders say, He glanced towards Winterfell where they were fast approaching, to see something sickening on the walls.

A scorpion. A larger, modified version of the one Qyburn had created, the one that sent Rhaegal into the sea, the one that had cause Daenerys to burn Kings Landing to the ground, and as they flew towards Winterfell Jon realized they'd never get past it without losing a dragon.

"My Queen!" One of the guards cried. Vaehra leaned back in her saddle, finally spotting the scorpion over her dragons broad shoulders. Vilor pulled himself back with a screech, the green and purple dragons hissed and folded their wings, diving to avoid the bolts of the scorpion.

"Everybody up!" Vaehra called. Vilor immediately started flying towards the sky, the green and purple following in his wake. Dessaly let out a panicked warble, following Vaehra with a squeal and a hiss. Jon glanced behind him to see the guards on the wall reloading, pointing more bolts at the flock.

"Watch your backs!" Vaehra called as Vilor twisted into a fall backwards, going on the attack in an attempt to burn the scorpions. Another bolt whizzed past and Jon glanced over his shoulder to see it pierce through the thick armor and lodge itself into the chest of the black dragon. The dragon let out a cry of pain and alarm as they twisted and fell from the sky, their throat burning with fire. Jon heard the panicked yells of the rider on the now flaming dragon

"Christar! Daeragon!" Vaehra cried. The black dragon, howled as it collided with the ground, skidding to a halt in the snow as ash surrounded the now burning body of the dragon. The blue dragon screeched in alarm, flapping in panic as they circled Vilor and Vaehra, diving just within the range of the scorpion. Vaehra kicked against Vilor's back and Vilor flew down, grabbing the blue dragon's tail and pulling the dragon out of range as another bolt flew towards him.

"Ataim! No!" Vaehra yelled. The blue dragon twisted around and chittered, glancing back down at the black dragon now burning on the ground. Jon could just see a singed figure walking away, stumbling slightly as the fire burned off of his clothes.

"How is he still alive?" Jon called. Vaehra looped around the burning dragon, watching the figure walk through the snow.

"Christar, he's marked by the dragons, he's part dragon, immune to fire, as strong as three men, my most trusted guard." Vaehra watched the figure as Sansa's guards surrounded him, riding circles around the figure as Sansa rode out on her white horse. Jon heard Vilor growl lowly as the guards jumped off their horses, swarming the figure as he struggled against them.

"He'll be ok," Vaehra said, sounding worried. "I'm not so sure about your sister though." Vaehra hissed under her breath. Jon swallowed, looking down as Sansa's guards dragged the figure slowly behind their horses.

"Change of plans, we're flying straight to Kings Landing." Vaehra said, leaning forward in her saddle and padding Vilor's back. Vilor pumped his wings to fly higher, staying out of the range of the scorpions and turning towards Kings Landing.

The flight had taken them merely three hours. They arrived as the first fingers of dusk were beginning to reach across the sky and the lanterns from the few remaining houses in Kings Landing were alight. The construction to restore the Red Keep had ceased for the day. Jon had been informed that they had repaired the throne room and the royal bedchambers so far. As he looked to the ground, he saw people scurry back into their houses as Vaehra and her flock swooped low overhead, winging towards the Red Keep. As they reached the wall of the keep, the dragons slowed to a halt, hovering above what little remained of the outer wall

"Jon Snow, you come with me." Vaehra called. Jon started as Vilor chuffed to Dessaly. Dessaly gave a resounding hum deep in her throat and licked at Vilor's snout. Vilor huffed and shook his head.

"As for the rest of you, go. Find a place to stay the night, eat, drink, but most of all remember that we are guests. Do not cause damage, be kind, and stay safe." Vaehra addressed her riders. The riders all nodded, turning their dragons to the furthest outreaches of the city. The only dragons left were Dessaly, Vilor, the blue dragon Ataim, and the purple and green dragons that flanked Vilor.

"Now, lets go speak to your brother. Jon Snow." Vaehra announced. Vilor slowly lowered himself to perch on the wall before dropping into the courtyard below. Dessaly followed his example closely. He stretched his wing towards the ground, allowing Vaehra to step down his wing. Once Vaehra reached the ground and started walking towards the doors of the keep, Vilor started following obediently. Vaehra turned and placed a hand on his snout.

"Stay here Vilor, watch Ataim, he is lost without Christar and Daeragon." Vaehra said. Vilor warbled low in his throat, turning to look at the blue dragon a few paces behind him. Vilor turned his body around and nuzzled his snout against the blue dragons neck, humming in a low comforting manner to the blue dragon.

"Come." Vaehra said, turning suddenly and stalking towards the doors of the keep. Her black and red cloak swished behind her, dragging through the snow and erasing the boot tracks she left. What little was left of the sun glinted off her helmet, she exuded power and confidence, Jon felt he was in her shadow as he jogged after her.

The guards at the doors stepped in front of her, blocking her path. Vaehra glared up at the men through her helmet. The men shifted nervously before one finally spoke.

"What is your business?"

"I seek an audience with Bran the Broken." Vaehra announced confidently. The guard snorted and the other held back a laugh.

"And I plan to fuck Cersei Lannister's corpse." The guard snapped. Vaehra let out a growl, reaching up to remove her helmet. The guards paused at seeing the face of a woman, but resumed their howling laughter.

"Actually now that I've seen your face, I plan to fuck you." The same guard said, reaching to fondle Vaehra. Before Jon could even react, he heard a loud growl from above. He looked up to see the green dragon that had been flanking Vaehra perched atop the ruins above the guards, slowly inching his way down the rubble.

"If you touch me, I will have a knife through your eye and have cut the throat of your friend before you can pray to your seven gods." Vaehra snarled.

"And if for some reason I fail, I promise Sedu will not miss." Vaehra spoke, gesturing to the green dragon above their heads. Sedu bared her teeth, allowing saliva to start dripping from her lips onto the ground next to the guards.

The guards swallowed and the one who had reached for Vaehra pulled his hand away. They straightened up, relaxing slightly as Sedu lifted herself back onto the wall, settling for watching the altercation calmly.

"We can't just let you see the King." The other guard tried to reason. Vaehra straightened her stance, smoothing the fur around her neck with her gloved hands. The guards seemed uneasy with her presence.

"Very well. Tell him Queen Vaehra Rahthone stopped by, with his brother Jon Snow." The guards whipped their gaze to Jon, swallowing nervously. They turned their gaze back to Vaehra.

"I'm sure he will be simply ecstatic to learn you turned away his brother, and his royal guest." Vaehra quipped before turning to walk back to Vilor. Jon glanced between the guards and Vaehra before walking after Vaehra.

"Wait!" The guards bellowed. Vaehra turned to look at them, only for the guards to open the door for her and gesture her inside.

"The King is in a meeting with his council currently." The guard spoke. Vaehra nodded and thanked the two, stepping through the door. Jon followed her, almost being crushed under Sedu's talons as she jumped down from the wall to the inside of the keep.

"Sedu! Go outside." Vaehra snapped at the dragon. Sedu warbled and tried to push her nose against Vaehra's chest.

"No Sedu, it's very rude to just barge in like that. Go sit with Vilor, Ataim, and Aligosa." Vaehra said. Sedu hummed sadly, lifting herself back onto the wall and spreading her wings to glide down. Jon turned and followed Vaehra as she stormed through the halls, cloak dragging behind her.

Vaehra made a few turns, stopping in front of a heavy door. She paused, took a deep breath, and reached to her head to remove her helm. She cradled it under her arm, smoothing out her hair. She adjusted the way her cloak sat on her shoulders and took another breath, closing her eyes for a moment, before forcefully throwing the door open and storming into the room.

"Bran the Broken, I thought you said your sister would allow me safe passage through her kingdom with no troubles!" She yelled. Jon peeked around the door to see Bran sitting at the head of the table, surrounded by Tyrion Lannister, Samwell Tarly, Sir Bronn of the Blackwater, Sir Brienne of Tarth, and Sir Davos Seaworth. Brienne and Bronn had risen at the sudden intrusion, swords halfway drawn as Vaehra stormed to the table and slammed her helm down next to Bronn. Bronn unsheathed his sword and within moments Vaehra had drawn her dagger and had it pressed against Bronn's throat.

"If you make that move this meeting will end with blood." She snarled before whipping to face Bran. Bran looked at her the way he looked at everybody. Calmly, as if he was leafing through their history to pick apart what made them, them.

"I did." Bran said simply. Vaehra lowered her dagger.

"Then tell me why, I am now missing a dragon and one of my riders is held captive!" At the word captive, Vaehra stabbed her dagger into the wood of the table. Jon saw Tyrion and Samwell flinch visibly. Bran sighed.

"Vaehra, please remove your knife from my table." Bran said. Vaehra pulled the knife from the table, replacing it in the small sheath on her hip.

"I saw what happened to Daeragon and Christar, and I am truly sorry." Bran said. Vaehra snorted.

"Sorry will not bring back my dragon." She growled. Jon cleared his throat and stepped into the room. Everybody turned to look at him, and Samwell's face lit up at the sight.

"Jon!" Samwell cried, standing and bustling towards him. Jon smiled and shook Samwell's hand, excited to see his friend as well.

Vaehra forcefully cleared her throat, turning back to Bran.

"I want to meet with Sansa." She said. Bran raised his eyebrows slightly.

"She will not take kindly to the idea." He explained. Jon knew how Sansa had felt about Daenerys, thinking she had come to take the North from Jon. He could only imagine how She would feel about Vaehra coming with her flock of dragons and a, technically, kidnapped Jon Snow.

"I do not care. If she has laid a hand on Christar I will tear her limb from limb and feed them to the great beast in the mountain!" Vaehra yelled. Bronn was looking bewilderedly between Vaehra and Bran, unsure how to react to somebody yelling in the face of his king.

"Christar is alive I can assure you. He's sleeping in the dungeons as of one hour ago." Bran explained. Vaehra dropped her shoulders in relief.

"Good. She may live, for now." Vaehra said. "Brandon I came here first so you could inform your sister of my visit. I didn't want to show up on her doorstep with a flock of seething dragons and riders who could easily kill her guards in hand-to-hand combat." Vaehra explained. And for some reason Jon could easily imagine each of her guards could kill three Northmen with no problems.

"I can inform her Vaehra, however I do not know if she will accept." Bran said, still calm as ever in the face of this furious dragon rider.

"I don't care if she accepts. I will be going anyway, whether this is a diplomatic exchange or a declaration of war is up to her." Vaehra said. Jon opened his mouth in shock.

"Declaration of war? I, Vaehra, that seems a little extreme." Jon said, approaching Vaehra and reaching out to rest his hand on her forearm. Vaehra turned to look at him, a fire glinting in her eyes.

"In Valyria the murder of a dragon and capture of a rider is an act of war in and of itself. I am being merciful by giving her the opportunity to explain." Vaehra said. Jon was grateful Vaehra was showing mercy to his naive little sister, but he didn't want his home being burned down.

"Vaehra, she didn't know. You have to consider where she's coming from." Jon pleaded He saw the fire in Vaehra's eyes flicker and dim slightly at his pleas. She sighed and turned back to Bran.

"Send a raven Brandon. We will be leaving at dusk tomorrow." Vaehra said, picking up her helm and replacing it on her head as she walked towards the door.

"Vaehra," Bran called to her. Vaehra paused in her tracks. "We've finished repairs to the guest chambers. You and your riders are welcome to stay." Bran said. Vaehra nodded in appreciation before continuing her trek out the door. Bran turned to Jon.

"Jon, it's good to see you." Bran said. Jon nodded with a smile, turning to glance back at the door.

"Go with her Jon. She's more important than you know." Bran said. The rest of the small council looked like they were now used to Bran's cryptic comments. Jon took a breath and followed after Vaehra as she stalked down the hall.

Bran spoke to Tyrion without taking his eyes off the door, wondering how the meeting between Vaehra Rahthone and Sansa Stark would end.

"Tyrion, please send a raven to Winterfell, tell Sansa Queen Vaehra Rathone of Valyria is coming to pay a visit."

*****

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flamingjets · 5 years ago

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gendry and arya. Nightmare

Arya woke up in a cold sweat. She could still feel the fire burning her skin and the ash blocking her lungs. She saw the bodies burning around her. She saw Sansa, Jon, Davos, Brienne and Gendry as their bodies were burned beyond hope lying around her. She screamed and cried and pleaded it wasn't true. Arya turned around and saw the faceless men surrounding her telling her she was No One she was one of them and always would be. She couldn’t escape her fate she is no longer Arya Stark she is No One as they reached their hands out as she screamed as they dragged her away. Arya shot awake at that moment.

Breathing hard she couldn’t remember where she was and was panicking that she was back with the faceless men and everyone was dead. Gendry was dead Sansa was dead. As she freaked out thinking her nightmare was true she felt movement beside her and a hand on the small of her back bringing her back to reality. She turned and looked down at Gendry as he looked up at her with hooded blue eyes that were filled with concern and worry. “You ok? Another nightmare?” He softly asked his voice groggy from sleep. As he asked he rubbed her back and lightly gripped her arm to pull her back down to him. Arya willingly went into his arms as she curled into his chest.

She pressed herself into his chest breathing him in and letting the tears run down her face as the relief that it was only a nightmare and the faceless men were not there and she wasn't back to being a No One. Everyone was still alive and not burning and Gendry was safe in bed with his arms wrapped around her whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She tilted her head up and kissed him lightly. He broke the kiss and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Your safe Arya my love. We are alive and safe at Storms End.” He always said the same thing whenever she woke up from a nightmare and every time it calmed her down and she smiled. “I love you my lord.” Arya whispered as she kissed him. “I love you m’lady” Gendry softly replied as he kissed her lips, cheek and forehead as he tightened his grip on his beautiful wife.

Arya fell back asleep in Gendry’s arms. Lord and Lady of Storms End even though neither of them wanted the title nor were they called Lord or lady by anyone there. In the privacy of their room or whispered to each other did they call each other lord and lady as their thing to bug the other. The wolf and the stag no longer had single banners hanging around Storms End. There was one banner with with both house sigils a wolf and a stag facing each other. Two houses joined.

#gendrya #arya x gendry #arya stark #gendry baratheon

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ninaahelvar · 5 years ago

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Chivalry Fell On Its Sword (7/?)

Summary: All Arya wanted so to feel normal and go outside of the damn castle. Now, through a series of unfortunate, she’s stuck with a bodyguard that she accidentally flirted with: Gendry Waters.

AO3

A/N: what i'm saying is - Bran does slam poetry. that's it. that's the chapter. anyway......enjoy 👀👀👀

He swallowed. He swallowed hard. Gendry couldn’t believe he even fucking said it. And now, it was out in the open. His jaw clenched tight, shoulders straightening as his whole body went tense. With the stunned way she stared at him, he really wasn’t sure what the hell was going to happen.

“What?” Arya said, her voice a whisper. The anger that had once taken her by storm was gone, and what remained was a girl - beautiful and struck by his words. It broke him. He wanted to fall to his knees and confess it all again for that voice. But in the end, his suit kept him in position, hard clenched hands stopping him for faltering.

“It doesn’t matter,” he replied back sternly.

“Did you just say you -”

“It doesn’t matter what I said,” he snapped. Arya stook a step closer to Gendry. He didn’t have the strength the step back, no matter how much he wanted distance.

“It does to me,” she said, voice so soft, it was almost begging him to say what he needed to. Instead, fear took its place.

“Listen to me, Arya,” he said, looking down at her with as much malice as his body held - looking at her made it so fucking difficult, “you’re the princess, everyone is looking to you to be strong. I’m here to protect you, that’s it.”

“But you’re in love with me,” she said, hand on his cheek. Gendry reached up, trying not to shake. He took her fingers delicately and pushed them back to her side.

“So are thousands of other people,” he replied weakly, looking down at his shoes. “Princess. I know my place. Know yours. Get back to the palace,” he said, gesturing his hand back to the street where the car was waiting. There was silence before Arya moved, her feet crunching on sticks and branches. Gendry tried so hard to move, but his body needed strength. He felt so weak after what he said - the words of a man that hated himself...and put it all on the woman he loved.

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The night felt like it dragged, stuck in sinking earth that wouldn’t let loose. Arya tossed over again and again, wondering what the hell happened that afternoon. His words echoed in her mind, badgering her until she curled her pillow around her head to silence everything. The tension in her body was too much - mind working when she wanted it blank.

In a huff, she shoved the pillow from her head and chewed on her lip. She slowly snaked her hand passed the waistband of her pajama shorts and underwear. If her mind was completely taken over by bliss, than that was what had to be done. As she stroked the bundle of nerves, her toes curled and she became more confident and comfortable with her own touch.

The confusion of her mind had finally caught up to her, as she imagined Gendry in between her thighs, face hidden behind the crest of her body, eyes staring back at her with desire that made her heart clench tight.

Arya’s hand stopped, a huff falling from her lips.

She shouldn’t be thinking things like that.

But desperation for sleep kept her fingers tentatively between her legs.

And instead of fighting her mind, she let it slip into where it wanted to land, his hand in her place and the man that loved her doing whatever he wanted to her body. As her body came apart - thigh shaking and toes curling so hard she wondered how they remained that way without cramping - she tried to ignore the thoughts that had sprung up in her desperate daydream. Instead, she focused on the remnants of her orgasm, riding it out slowly until sleep came far easier than before.

However, she dreams provided no escape from the wandering thoughts. Gendry taking her in all the ways she wanted, the guilty pleasures she kept to herself. She woke with a feverish need and her face felt flush. In the end, all she could do was wait in her room, pretending she didn’t feel the slight aching in between her legs where he could have been.

In a text, she messaged Gendry, asking about coffee. But as hours ticked by, no knock at her door, she cradled her legs and rested her cheek on her knees, waiting for her phone to go. She didn’t pine. She didn’t long for him. Arya was just frustrated. Why would he say it and act so cold? Why would he do that when he knew she was hurting?

Arya stayed in bed, watching as the day came in and the afternoon went - scrolling for hours on social media and trying to find joy without leaving her room. In the end, she felt her stomach turn as she saw the photos of her sister. Arya wasn’t sure why, but she felt sick, as though something were missing from her belly. Sansa looked happy as she was out for brunch, Theon smiling with her as they joked over coffee. And Arya felt empty.

Throwing her phone to the other side of the bed, Arya wanted to scream into her pillow. The reality was, Arya was lonely - ignored and left to be alone. She didn’t deserve this, stuck with the comfort of her bed that still left her cold amongst the sheets.

In the night, there was a soft rapping at her door. Arya perked, watching as the door opened up. Instead of the suit that had become more routine as of late, she saw her tall redheaded sister. Arya sighed, retreating back into her bed as Sansa moved into the room. Over her shoulder, Arya saw Gendry standing guard, not even looking into the room - to see if Arya was even there. It made her want to claw at the walls, and rip apart the room - who was he to act like he was so above her all of a sudden.

“So, I heard you haven’t left your room all day,” Sansa said, moving into the room cautiously, “you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Arya grumbled, tucking her legs up to her chest again.

“I wanted to complain, can you listen?”

“Sure,” Arya said, shuffling along in her bed, but not paying much mind to her sister. Sansa moved under the sheets and groaned as she managed to get comfortable. Then, Sansa started to shuffle through her phone, looking at text messages and showing Arya quick glimpses.

“The boy, you know, the boy. He’s being all distant now, and I thought we were just getting things exactly where we needed. I’ve been trying to talk to him, be all nice and understanding but he’s all -”

As Sansa rattled on, Arya felt her teeth clenching tight and her hands binding in her sheets.

“You’re complaining about your love life that isn’t even in trouble cause he’s standing right in front you. You’re both just being twats,” Arya huffed, facing towards the windows. Sansa smacked at Arya’s thigh, shame and guilt forcing Arya to stay focused on the window. It was raining. When wasn’t it, these days?

“Ok, there’s something up with you, spill,” Sansa urged. Instead, Arya held herself closer. “Is this about dad?” Arya huddled herself closer.

“Don’t pretend you understand. I’m the only one he’s forgotten and I’m the closest to him,” Arya replied in a rush, feeling Sansa’s hand on her shoulder, trying to get her to face her sister. But Arya pulled back in on herself.

“Arya, dad remembers me as a fifteen year old. He asked me how my exams are going,” Sansa explained, but that didn’t mean shit. Arya was only a year or so younger than Sansa, and yet, he had forgotten Arya out of all of them? It wasn’t fair.

“Can you just leave? I’m not in the mood,” she muttered, keeping herself coiled like a snake, ready to attack again if her sister talked. For whatever reason, she felt angry - an anger that was fueled by nothing other than happiness. She thought she had it for a split second, and then it was snatched away by the person giving it.

Her sister mumbled under her breath, ripping the blankets from her form and going towards Arya’s bedroom door. Sansa paused at the threshold, the door creaking as it opened. Arya wanted to turn to see Gendry, to know what he was thinking. Instead, she kept watching her eye on the falling water, watching it drip down from the top of the window to the bottom of the frame. “You can talk to me, you know?” Sansa said, voice soft - caring.

“Whatever,” Arya replied. Sansa sighed and shut the door behind her.

Arya was alone for the rest of the night, getting food to her room from Hot-pie because he was worried. Unlike someone. She supposed, after her mood, she was jealous of everyone in her family. She felt like they got everything she didn’t - she was missing the master plan of happiness within the confines of royalty.

Why couldn’t she have that - just a small thing that meant the world to her, even in the sad times. Now, it was just torture, a way for Gendry to have the upper hand and taunt her.

She hated him for making her feel like that. That she wasn’t allowed to say or do what she wanted. All because he was afraid. What a bastard.

The next day, Arya refused to stay in her room. She went around the palace grounds, Gendry on her heels and not even saying a word. He just kept up with her and made sure she wasn’t doing anything - he refused to let her go on a certain trail, and he was beginning to wear suits like they were always his uniform. Made her roll her eyes. Like an idiot, he was following the rules.

Arya then sat in meeting with Davos, where he explained that her proposal meeting would be pushed back due to Bran and her father being the centre of the news cycle. It also meant that Robb had a chance to breathe - giving him time in the spotlight without having him completely take over the reigns of king. Arya could only think how much stress he was under, but she didn’t feel it her place to speak with him just yet.

As she left to head out again, she ran into Jon. He came bounding towards her, pulling her into his arms and holding her as tightly as he could. It took Arya a bit too long to realise why he wasn’t letting her go. Pity did that to him - made him friendlier. Arya hated that, scowling at her brother. He didn’t even seem to notice that she was recoiled by him in that moment.

With his hand on her cheek, he looked down at her, pleading with just a look in his eyes.

“Hey, have you considered going to the hospital?” he asked, and Arya scoff.

“Why? I’m fine,” she shrugged, trying to play off the question. Maybe he would drop it then.

“Arya,” Jon sighed. She didn’t like that. He always had a way of making her feel small, that she’d always be little in his eyes. “You have to go visit dad.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” Arya snapped, shoving Jon’s hand away. He looked shocked, that she would ever be as spiteful as that moment.

“He’s getting better, surely you could -” Jon tried, but Arya chewed on the inside of her lip.

“I’m going for a run,” she replied, fixing up her jacket and looking at the floor. Her sneakers squeaked against the tiles, the only other sound radiating in the area besides for the three of them breathing.

“It’s late,” Jon replied, his tone harsher than before - as though he were truly looking down on her now. Jon wasn’t like that, but neither was Arya. They were never going to see eye to eye on this.

“Then I’ll go to the gym downstairs, gods,” she huffed, going down the stairs. Jon and Gendry had a silent conversation - she didn’t pry, she just wanted to get away. It was easier, why should she be the one to get hurt when everything else was against her. She could stay at home, or go into town, and nothing else even mattered.

As she started to go towards the palace gym area, her arm was wrenched back, forcing her to collide with Gendry behind her. He started down at her angrily.

“Regardless if he knows who you are or not, you still need to go see him,” he said, some of the only words he had said to her in days.

And Arya felt spiteful. Who was he to say what she should do when it came to fathers? How would he know a damn thing. “Speaking from experience, are we?” she barked back, watching as his face contorted uncomfortably. She had wounded him deeper than she anticipated. Served him right.

“Get back to your fucking room, you’re not going to the gym,” he said, taking a firm hold of her arm and taking her back up the stairs.

“Don’t treat me like a child,” she said, clawing at his hand as best she could whilst trying to drag her feet against the tiles to no avail.

“I can if you’re acting like one,” he snapped, and Arya kicked at the back of his knee, making him buckle down to the floor before shooting back up to face her.

“I’m going to get you fired for talking to me like that,” she scowled, trying her best to sound like anything but a spoiled child. She knew she did anyway, though.

“Be my fucking guest. Gets me away from you,” he replied harshly.

“Fuck you,” she spat, Gendry letting her go, a hard shove of her arm and he moved ahead of her. His shoulders were tense, and hands were bound so tight, Arya could see his fingers were white.

She moved slowly behind him, making her way to her room and watched as he never once turned to see if she were behind him.

It occurred to her that he might not even have cared.

Gendry stood against the frame of her door, watching the opposite windows and not glancing once at her. Shutting her door, she touched at the frame, the closest thing to him.

All that was left between them now was spite.

And even when she hated him; she hated that she hated him.

Within the next few days, they didn’t talk. Arya went to the kitchen, she talked to Hot-pie. He asked her questions about the proposal. Gendry stayed outside. He followed wherever she went, but neither of them spoke.

Maybe it was for the best.

Arya knew that whenever he spoke to her, all she wanted to do was scream - to yell about how much he could be saying without being a twat about it. But instead, silence was the next best option.

Nothing came easy for Arya, it seemed.

As she was hauling some books from the family library to her room, she spotted her brother being wheeled in. Bran’s smile was so wide, it filled Arya was a joy she couldn’t describe. She went running to him, not caring about the books that fell from fell from her arms - they were on building organisations, and running successful businesses - they meant nothing compared to the brother in front of her

“You’re home!?” she shouted as she reached him. Bran smiled, taking the books from her hands and placing them in his lap. He didn’t say anything, just wheeling himself off as Gendry caught up to her. He handed her the remaining books, only for her to hand them to Bran. The two siblings kept their pace with one another, as Bran lead his way around the bottom floor of the palace.

It made Arya sad - the palace wasn’t designed to be accessible - or widely accessible - to the disabled. Maybe they were already organising new things, plans to make it easier for Bran to move about? She wasn’t exactly in contact with her family a lot these days, she wouldn’t know.

Bran suddenly stopped at the edge of the back porch, looking out onto the back garden before he flipped through one of Arya’s books. “You know, you would have found out I was coming home if you visited the hospital,” he said, and Arya turned to him.

It felt like he was reading her fucking mind.

As her brow furrowed, she shook her head and scoffed at his words. “I had other shit going on, why do I need to baby you?”

“Arya, cut the bullshit. You’re blaming yourself for what happened to me. Which, you shouldn’t.” Bran continued reading the book, as though he hadn’t just dropped the biggest fucking bomb on her.

He was right, and she disliked that he was being all insightful now.

Arya sighed, combing her hair out of her face and settling down on the first step next to Bran’s wheels. “Bran, I was the reason -”

“I took my seat belt off,” he started, finally looking at Arya. He leaned forward, hand on her shoulder. “I wanted to sit in the back away from mum and dad to watch one of my lectures. If I had stayed in my seat, I wouldn’t have lost the use of my legs,” he said, patting at his knee. It barely budged. Yet, it didn’t seem to bother Bran in the slightest. He had seemed to be completely calm since waking up. It worried her.

“But…”

“Arya, it’s okay. I really don’t mind. Nothing truly changed, I’m still me,” he said, smile weaker than it was before, and Arya could feel her heart sinking into her stomach.

“I know, I just -”

“While I can not change what was my decision, it was my decision nonetheless and I am content to learn about the newest stage of my time on this land.” He sounded completely different, gaze drifting off to the garden, as though he saw something far wider and more beautiful than she did.

“I’m sorry you were in there in the first place,” she said, reaching out and taking his hand. Then, suddenly, he did a finger gun with his free hand.

“Bruh, this’ll be so good for disability services now we can get some key problems through parliament,” he said, nodding confidently to himself.

“Are you seriously making this into a thing you can campaign with or something?” she laughed, trying her hardest not to, but Bran was a hurricane of happiness, flipping back onto his wheels, and tilting back in his chair like the teenage boy he was. He acted as though he were a teenage boy that saw an abandoned wheelchair and finally got the chance to perform all the stunts he always wanted to. Somehow, he seemed to be enjoying it far more standing.

“Well, yeah. I’m a fucking genius,” he scoffed, leaning back into his chair.

“Idiot,” Arya scoffed, standing up and taking her books from Bran’s lap.

“I know you wanted to talk to your bodyguard, I was fine with it,” he whispered to her suddenly and Arya paused taking the last book.

“What are you -”

“Our little secret then, I guess,” he shrugged, wheeling himself back quickly and tilting himself on one wheel. “I’m already great at tricks, watch!” he said, spinning around and the lifted wheel hit back down on the ground hard and Bran grunted at the shock before trying it again.

Arya rolled her eyes. “You’re the biggest idiot I know.”

Bran smiled, wheeling himself around when Rickon came out onto the porch. “You think you can get another chair here? I wanna play wheelchair football in the ballroom,” he said, completely out of breath.

“Oh fuck! I didn’t even think about that,” Bran said, fiddling with the pockets on his chair until he came back with his phone. “I’m calling Davos,” he said and Rickon cheered. Arya watched in amazement as the pair waited intently for Davos to answer the phone.

Okay, Arya knew two of the biggest idiots in the world. And they were her brothers.

Arya hitched up her books, walking back inside. Gendry had been stood at the doors, barely even looking at her as she came back inside, but following after her as she walked back to her room.

He picked up all the books she dropped, eventually holding a majority of the stack that Arya had struggled with. At her desk, he set them down, pausing for a moment in her room before walking away and shutting the door behind him. She was getting more used to seeing his back than his face these days, and it made her heart lurch.

As she settling in at her desk, opening up her book, she laid her head in the mess of notes, struggling to think about anything other than that stupid man that stood on the other side of her door.

The next day, Arya was ready in her gym gear, tying up her hair when she met Gendry in the hallway. He looked at her strangely, which was different than his clear determination to ignore her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, voice deep and darker than normal. Arya ignored the way her heart skipped, simply heading towards the staircase. Flicking her pony tail as she finished tying it, she looked back to him.

“I’m going out today,” she said, hitching up the bag on her shoulder. As she went to go, Gendry put out his hand, stopping her in her tracks.

“Unless it’s for events, or you’re seeing friends, you’re not allowed out of the palace,” he said, his chin raised and eyes focusing past her - she wasn’t even there to him, was she?

“What the fuck is this new rule?” she said, pushing hard into his chest. He didn’t budge. And she wanted to kick him in between the legs to get any kind of response out of the bastard.

“I made it because I let you have too much leniency. You can’t just do whatever you want, your life could be in danger,” he said, and Arya groaned, kicking at his shin, only for him to dodge it this time.

“Why should you care? Tell me,” she said, stepping into him. Gendry stepped back, and part of her wanted to follow, be within his gravity - just to understand what he was thinking.

“Just go.” He pointed over her shoulder, making her go back towards her room. Instead, she stayed put, scowling hard at him. “And don’t try the exits, they’ve all been sealed.” He warned.

“I hate you,” she said, and Gendry turned, walking off. Always walking away.

“Good.” Arya stopped. She wanted to call out his name and ask what he meant. Could he be…

No.

It was stupid.

Gendry knew who he was - he was not only a commoner, but personal aid to the royal family. He didn’t have the right to confess what he meant. And Arya was a fool for falling for it all - her heart striving for something she couldn’t have.

He was doing this all for the two of them.

She needed to know that.

But there was still a lingering part of her that wanted to ignore it all and give into it.

She didn’t know what side of her would win out in the end.

A week had gone by, Arya’s proposal date was now set, and she was studying up in her room. Her hair was up in a messy bun, her jeans were black to hide all the stains from her dripping foods, and her shirt kept them from being secret with the white colour and graphic print on her Sigrid shirt.

With a pen in her mouth, muttering to herself, Arya was going over it with the speech she had written, when she heard a loud commotion outside. There was part of her that was willing to ignore it - put on her noise cancelling headphones, and keep up her practicing - but there was a pull in her gut that said something was wrong.

Arya put her notes back down, moving to her door. Outside, she saw all the security talking into their comms, shouting out and covering up all windows as quickly as possible - whilst also checking they were locked. Arya chewed on her lip, catching Pod as he passed her. She caught onto his arm, for him to turn in a frantic mess. Arya looked around to find Gendry gone. He wasn’t even at her door anymore. Something didn’t feel right.

“We’re on lockdown everyone!” Pod said into his comms, as though he were repeating a message over and over until everyone was getting it.

“What’s going on?” Arya said.

“Someone’s broken past the gate, sensors are catching him near the residency,” he said, and Arya wanted to launch from her room - find her family, keep them within arms reach, but Pod stepped into her, pushing her back into her room. “Everyone remain in your rooms until we give further notice,” he explained. But, she was alone. And she felt scared

“Where’s Gendry?” she asked, voice soft and hand binding tighter into his arm.

“Gendry’s not…” Pod said, looking around and huffing, changing his channel over quickly. “Gendry! Get to your po-”

Static came in when a ragged voice came back over, completely out of breath. “I’m running, Pod! I’m fucking running!” Gendry sounded like he was worried - beyond what worried could hold as a word. But Arya wasn’t sure if he was worried for her or his job. Was she even worth the word?

“He’ll be here in a sec, don’t worry,” Pod said, before whispering under his breath, “idiot.”

Arya waited at her door, the silence on the other side far more daunting than the hurried steps and yelling from just a few moments before. Before she knew it, a knock came to her door. Arya sucked in a breath, opening the door - met with a man she was not expecting. It was Pod again, smiling easily now. Arya sighed, smiling back briefly.

“It was only a university student,” he started, letting his tie loosen around his neck as he continued on. “He was dared to scale the fence and didn’t know the way out. Everything is fine,” he let out a shaky breath and Arya laughed, almost shutting the door when Pod made a strangled noise.

“There’s something else?”

“We’re stay on lockdown just in case. Everyone will stay put until morning,” he said, nodding to make sure she knew. Arya gave a nod back. “Sorry for the inconvenience,” he apologised.

“Thanks Pod,” she said, watching as Pod walked off, heading towards Sansa’s room further down the hall. Arya kept her gaze on the hallway for a few more moments, wondering if she’d see her bodyguard come bounding around the corner, apologising to her for leaving her alone.

In the end, she just shut her door.

Where the hell was he? And how could he just...leave like that.

As she sat at her desk, another ten minutes went by before she heard a faint knock on her door. It opened, for Gendry to step through, barely even looking concerned. “You alright?” he asked, nodding as he took her in. Within a second of his question, and not waiting for an answer, he started to leave. Arya kicked her chair out from underneath her, hitting at her desk as hard as she could with all her frustration going into the force of it.

“How can I trust you to do your job when you can’t be alone with me for five minutes?” she yelled. Gendry stopped, turning back into the room and slamming the door behind him.

“How can I trust myself to do my job if I’m alone with you for five minutes?” Out of everything, this was when he was being honest? How long had he been holding onto those words? Or was it all just an excuse?

“Oh, so you love me but also can’t stand me. Is that how it is?” she said, getting into his space again. Gendry didn’t budge, tongue poked into his cheek.

“This conversation is over.” Gendry turned to the door again, and Arya couldn’t watch those stupid shoulders again.

“Why would you risk losing everything over this? If things get worse between us you could lose your job. What about your mum?” She was desperate. She didn’t mean to say it like it was a threat. Arya was just…

Everything was too much.

Gendry whipped back around, hands bound like they had been when she brought up his father.

“Thats a low blow, your highness.” He warned her a gravel to his voice. Arya stepped away, hand to her head before the words could come to her. She felt like yelling, and crying, and fighting him all at the same time.

“Well, am I wrong? We're fighting all the time and you can’t stand my presence. I’m so tired of you walking away from this and from me. How the fuck can I trust you to protect me?” she asked. Gendry hands raised up high, gesturing between them as his voice raised higher than before. Arya didn’t think either of them realised that they were in the palace. Everything else was just a void.

Whenever they were around each other, it was only ever them.

“How am I supposed to protect you when I’m in love with you?! It’s protection 101! I’m about to lose it all anyway because I broke the first rule so it doesn’t matter, does it?” he snapped, going for the door handle again, and the distance made her scared. Arya dashed for him, following after as the words came out - so desperate and longing, she was surprised it was only coming out then.

“It doesn’t matter?! Have you bothered to stop and consider I might love you back?”

Gendry stopped, turning back to her in one sharp movement. Arya was right behind, almost caught off guard by his sudden turn.

Her chest heaved, the air going in, ragged and painful. She was still trying to catch her breath, and it didn’t help when Gendry was looking at her like that. She wanted to ask it again - does it matter then? - but words were caught in her throat. All she wanted to do was kiss him, show that idiot what he meant to her - but for the first time, she knew, above everything that her royal blood kept them apart. His job was on the line. Her confession meant nothing.

That didn’t stop him. In a split second, he bent down, crowding her space with his form and kissing her so quickly, the breath she was trying to catch was given over to him. His arm snaked around her back, pulling her flush against his chest. She stared, wildly unprepared for him - he stunned her, for the first time. Arya was used to being the one to shake him down, rattle him until he laughed. Now, he was using his height to leverage her off balance, for each kiss she chased, he leaned forward, knocking her back a few steps.

Arya reached up, tugging his jacket from his shoulders, and heard the door slam behind them. Peeking, she saw Gendry’s foot keeping it shut as he tried to find the lock. Arya huffed, shoving him to the door, allowing her to lock it in his stead. Gendry barely even acknowledged that she had done it - other than his hand moving from her waist to her ass, gripping into the soft skin with a roughness she didn’t even realised she liked. Arya bit and nibbled at his lower lip, making him moan into her mouth, and Seven Hells, the sound was intoxicating.

They tumbled off the door, Gendry kicking his shoes and socks off as they roamed the room in a desperate kiss. They kept knocking into furniture until they finally found the safety between her chest of draws and the wall. A few things were knocked off, but it wasn’t a problem at that moment - it was just them, they were the only thing that mattered. Gendry put Arya against the wall, and she tried to fight it, his touch and kiss kept her subdued, completely under his spell.

Gendry fumbled with his hands, roaming down her body until she felt his hands wrench at the button on her jeans. He was rough, tugging her completely off balance and throwing her into him with every pull. She didn’t care, snatching at his tie as hard as she could and unbuttoning his shirt. As he hurried her jeans and underwear around her thighs, she kicked them off as best as she could, only to stop when his hand went directly between her thighs.

Arya whined, the sudden touch so jolting, she had to clutch at his shoulders to steady herself. Delving one finger inside her, Arya tried not to make too much noise - it had been a while since someone else had touched her like that, and when he slipped a second inside, she could tell he knew what he was doing. With his thumb circling her clit, she finally let out a whimper that was far more guttural than she meant it to. And with that, Gendry smirked, his other hand going around her waist and pushing her right up against him. With that, she could feel the hard length of him on her thigh, begging at his trousers for freedom. But it seemed like his only concern was torturing Arya in his own special way.

Gendry suffocated her whimpers and moans, keeping them as close as possible as he got her off. Arya’s hands curled over his back, clawing at his shirt and dragging it up his back as his pace was unrelenting. When Arya had first had sex, she was abroad studying in Bravos - and from her experience with the guy she hooked up with was nothing like this. He was fumbly, and wanted to touch her, but only really cared about getting himself off. Gendry was well and truly fucking her from start to finish, making sure she knew - he was the only man that was ever going to make her feel this way.

As her nails bore down in his the skin of his back, her orgasm rounding so quickly, she wanted desperately for him to slow down - she knew he wouldn’t. Her brow furrowed, and she had to stop kissing him just to pant. As her cry almost rang out in her room, Gendry sharply kissed her again, his fingers moving fast to get her to the edge. Arya felt her knees tremble, Gendry keeping her upright with his free hand around the back of her waist. He brought his fingers that were just inside her to his mouth, sucking on them, his hips unconsciously rubbing against her thigh. Arya whined, moving his hand away, kissing him again as his hands went back to her body.

“You got anything?” he murmured, in between kisses, trying to hold onto her waist whilst also struggling with his belt.

“Hm?” she hummed, a little dazed, before she decided to help him with his clothes, finally getting his shirt over his head as he finally freed his belt from his pants.

“Condoms?” he confirmed. Arya looked to her side, patting the chest of draws, fumbling for the draw she could reach.

“Top draw, under my underwear,” she said, and Gendry was quick to reach over and find the stack under all her things. Arya undid the button of his pants and unzipped everything. Arya kicked off the remainder of her pants as Gendry let his pants and underwear slip down to his midthigh.

Arya didn’t want to gawk, didn’t want to stare - but fuck, he was big, and he was going to fuck her? That seemed impossible, but there was also a spark of determination in her - that it was going to be good from start to finish. Exactly how he planned, she guessed. Gendry put the condom on, then as they came eye to eye again, he smirked, a devilish look hidden within the blue that stared back. He bent slightly, taking the back of her thighs and hoisting her up against the wall.

Gendry ran his length over her entrance, running it slowly and deliberately over her clit. Arya held onto Gendry’s shoulders as he guided his length inside her. They both moaned, clutching tighter to one another. Gendry collapsed against her, a fist hitting the wall a little too hard. But neither of them cared, Arya’s legs tight around his waist, and Gendry finding his rhythm within her in a matter of moments. He started slow, drawing himself out before pushing his hips up against hers with a force that made Arya gasp.

Gendry had drawn himself out, barely leaving the tip inside before thrusting hard until there was nothing left of him to give. Arya moaned, her pleasure a small cry into the void of the night. With a soft chuckle, Gendry took up the bottom of her shirt, finally removing the fabric and his mouth descending to her breast, moving her bra out of the way so his teeth could nip lightly at her nipple. Arya whined loudly, clawing at the back of his neck.

“Shh, stop making noise,” he warned, thrusting into her as her hips came down at the same time, “ah, fuck!” he groaned into the crook of her neck. Arya tried not to make a sound, mewling when he thrust in another time.

“Don’t tell me what to d-” she started, only for Gendry to buck his hips harder against hers, making her cry a little, “shit,” she gasped, her voice squeaking as sucked on her breast again. He nipped at it, just to see what would get a rise out of her. Most of the time, he was able to do it.

“Be quiet. I’m fucking royalty here, it’s technically treason,” he reminded her, and Arya dragged her nails down his back, making him hiss then moan.

“Oh, fuck you,” she moaned, fingers combing through the back of his hair.

“You are,” he scoffed, his pace no longer slow and torturing. He came unravelled with whatever was holding him back. He went over and over again, pulling her flush against him every time, panting into her chest, kissing at her skin as she became more desperate for a release. It was building at the very pit of her stomach, legs tightening and loosening around his waist as her body rocked against his.

As her pace unlonger matched his, desperately racing after the lust that was with her, trying to release the coiled mess of her orgasm that was brewing - Gendry continued, grunting a little harder, pace becoming a little more wild along with her.

Her voice was rising in pitch, panting becoming even more girlish than she realised it could. Arya clutched to him, head thrown back as she felt her release coming. Then, Gendry brought his hand to the back of her head, forcing her down to him and kissing him with a force that he wouldn’t relinquish. Gendry was good at that - kissing her to silence the loud noises she was definitely going to make at her ecstasy. She didn’t know how experienced he was - but he was fucking good.

Her orgasm was blissful, and Gendry let her lips go, panting into her chest, as he slowed down his pace, allowing her to ride out the remnants of her climax.

Gods, she hated him.

*~*~*

Arya stepped down from her position on the wall, tugging his neck down to kiss her again. But she wasn’t done, and Gendry could tell he had wildly over stepped. Because she pushed on Gendry’s chest, urging him back until his legs hit her bed. He sat down, and Arya took off her bra before she took off Gendry’s pants that had yet to fall from his thighs.

Climbing on top of him, Arya hooked her legs either side of his hips as she bent over him, catching his lips with her own. Her hair fell around his face. He didn’t realise how much of a mess he put her in - but knowing how hard she dug her nails into his back, he wasn’t unscathed either.

Arya relaxed back onto Gendry’s thighs, stroking his shaft, lying it against her belly before letting the lips between her thighs run delicately over it. The two of them panted, looking the slow way her body moved over his. He wasn’t going to say it, nor would he let himself, but he was ready to come at any moment. All of this had happened so quickly, his heart was in his throat the entire time.

Leading up to this moment, Gendry was trying to distance himself - he knew it was foolish to fall for a princess. But it was different when the princess wanted him too. He took her with all the harshness he could, knowing he couldn’t handle the tenderness after the anger that was charged between them. Arya didn’t relent or ask to stop, in fact, she seemed to be revelling it as much as he was.

Then, Arya guided him into her, the warmth of her making Gendry roll his head back into the mattress. “Fuck,” he murmured, looking back to watch Arya bit her lip, her hands running up and down his bare chest. Then, she started to move, her rhythm was steady, grinding on top of him as she got used to his length. It was clear from the heaving of her chest that she was still trying to get familiar with it within her.

It was as though she became more confident in just a matter of seconds, because she sped herself up, twisting her hips to circle up and down his cock. Now he realised what she was doing. She was going to torture him - for everything that had happened, for all the fights, for the words they spat at each other. He was making him pay. And what a perfect way to suffer. Gendry looked up to the ceiling, praying any god to listen to, and let him last longer, because he wasn’t done cherishing this moment.

Arya lent down, kissing him again and her pace started to become hurried, pushing up against him, and allowing him the chance to finally thrust in deeper than before. He cupped her breast, biting at the slope, making her mewl and throw her head back slightly. She smirked into her next kiss, but Gendry knew why she was being cocky; he could feel her walls tightening down on him. Her orgasm was so close, a desperate tugging of her body against his cock was intoxicating.

That’s when she became needy and hungry, thrusting hard against him, desperate for a climax that is just around the corner. Arya clutched to him, and he grabbed ahold of her hips, hands binding into anything he can purchase. He rocked her hips down harder onto his cock, making sure he filled her as completely as he could, and before he could catch it - Arya moaned, breathing out harshly, and making tight little squeaks as she held onto his body.

Gendry shot up from his back, holding her in his arms, and making her cry a little more, panting a little more heavily - trying her best to catch her breath. Her body arched into his, riding out her climax, her beautiful body sculpting itself to his every time they met in each thrust. Yet, Gendry got lost in her eyes, the grey and captivating - utterly tender as she came apart. He watched face, a fierce woman turned into a tender mess in his arms - all her features soft and begging for him. Only him. She dove back into him, kissing her with a moan on her breath, and her body straight up to his as she hugged around his shoulders. Her kiss was passionate and all consuming, and Gendry loved it, his hand on the back of her head to keep her there. And He couldn’t help himself, he gripped into her ass, bucking up into her as she whimpered again, tight little cries as she was climaxing.

Arya’s skin was more tender than he realised, her climax coming far quicker that time than it had before. And he felt confident in his own way. Gendry couldn’t help himself, tossing her onto her back, and hovering over her as he gripped his shaft back at her entrance. Taking her leg up, he allowed himself better access, driving himself forward in one hard thrust. Arya arched off the mattress, her chest against his for a hard intake of breath before she fell back down on the bed, clutching into the sheets.

With her leg hooked at his elbow, Gendry bent over her - forehead pressed against hers. They watched as their bodies moved against one another, thrusting until they could no longer keep the pace, tiring themselves out quickly. It repeated, slow and fast then back again, drawing it all out and Gendry was in love with it all. He was in love with her so much more than he ever had been before. Arya’s hands went over his back and neck again, keeping herself to him as she moaned, kissing at his shoulder as her body was responding well against his.

In the end, Gendry knew he couldn’t keep this up forever, she was gorgeous beneath him, but he had been wearing down, holding onto a threat of his willpower and was finally near the end of his rope. Gendry let go of her leg, letting it fall to his hip, and holding himself up just to try and make himself last a little more. He wanted to tell her, to let her know that he wouldn’t be any use in a few moments, but Arya’s legs locked around his thighs, pace speeding up without prompting, and he could feel her walls clenching down again. With her breathing becoming heavy and ragged, he knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.

Her hands went to either side of his face, dragging him down and kissing him. He indulged, letting himself taste her, tongues moving against each other - everything felt perfect. Arya cried out again, and Gendry let out a guttural moan as he finally let himself go. He stilled, his body shaking as he fell into her. Completely weak. Arya’s arms traced into his back, as he got back onto his hands, looking down at her.

In her bliss, she was glowing - like a kind of beauty that no dress could ever add. It was just Arya. Perfectly Arya in utter pleasure. And it was all because of him. And he just couldn’t seem to catch his breath as he looked down at her panting body.

Words were lost between them, and all she did was kiss him - sweet and making him a mess. He buckled down to his elbows, kissing her over and over again, knowing he could keep doing that all night long if he wanted.

And Gods, did he want to.

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Game of Thrones – 8x04 “The Last of the Starks” episode analysis – or who the fuck ever let D&D write stuff

You know I am pretty much like this dude here –

so I will be the woman to lead this ship or so help me all the old gods and the new.

Spoilers, d’uhh.

Aftermath - but everyone has their wardrobe on fleek, hair looking fab and they even had time to clean the entire field of Winterfell

The episode starts with the funeral pyre and how DARE you make me love Jorah even more and twist the knife in my heart. And did you have to show me Theon, Beric, Edd’s and Lyanna’s bodies???

RUDE.

Jon is doing a big speech and it is nice and drove the sobbing further, but I get it this is Jon’s turf so he has to be the one making the big speech. That is such a Dany thing though, and I can’t help to think, when put into perspective with the rest of the episode, that it’s yet again a thing Dany has lost. But more on that later.

The pyres are lit, sad music, more sobbing from me. OOOPS BUT DID YOU CATCH THAT JONERYS EXCHANGE OF LOOKS? Because I did! I can’t help but think how he looks at her for reassurance and she feels it and she turns and she is just.so.broken. And then she cries and I cry again.

A feast for crows the survivors

And then we get a feast and suddenly everyone is happy and stuff… ok, I guess life goes on. Maybe Sandor’s crass remark, under the guise of a funny moment, was meant to make us think on it. But maybe that’s too deep for D&D who the fuck knows.

Let’s talk about Gendry’s legitimisation.

Dany does it quite publicly, and small exchange between her and Tyrion makes sense. Honestly, if she hadn’t done it herself then and there, it would have come up at a later point, but with 2 episodes left there’s no time. S.ansa does her shady looks because she throws shade and Bran just stares into the void smh.

In which I am the Hound unimpressed and eating his chicken.

Davos x Tyrion

The Lord of Light fucked off into the sunset when he saw D&D’s piss poor writing and honestly same. He probably fucked off when he saw Melisandre was still getting his prophecies wrong.

Every time S.ansa comes into frame my soul leaves my body a bit more because whY THO.

Tyrion x Bran the 3ER

Cool beans Bran, that’s how you use you abilities? OMG JOJEN FUCKING DIED FOR YOU–

“I mostly live in the past now” - to me this means Bran has become this empty shell of a man and he just visits the past and checks out cool shit. It’s like a kid who gets access to YouTube for the first time. Heck he can even see his dad or whoever else he misses if he feels anything at all now. Because if he doesn’t even have “wants” then? What was the point of it all? God I swear the writers will not rest until they will have reduced all characters to tropes and empty shells of their former selves.

Tormund and the gang around Jon; Tyrion with Jaime ; Dany alone

This scene right here was the beginning of the end. Remember when Tormund was a dude who was in awe by strong women? D&D don’t. He suddenly is so far up Jon’s ass nothing could take him out. Guess it pays off for him in the end since Jon just gifts him Ghost.

S.ansa just fucking stop OMG PLEASE STOP WITH THE FUCKING LOOKS JFC.

But where was Missandei??? Why was Dany alone? And what the fuck was that look, VArYs?? Someone give Dany a hug because my god the isolation is real. Fuck. STOP. TAKING. EVERYTHING. FROM HER.

Never have I ever… thought the writers would stoop so low but here we are

So it’s all fun and games until it isn’t.

Poor Tormund. Jaime never deserved Brienne and that’s a fact.

And the mystery of Willa, the sassy Northern girl has been solved! Bless!!!

SanSan, but with more misogynistic undertones than you ever thought

Yeah you know what, I am not touching this scene. Fuck D&D for daring to say that.

Gendrya - or the moment Gendry decided to pull a Ted Mosby

I feel so bad OMG they did this ship so dirty. However. Arya saying that was expected. But I call bullshit on her never rethinking her decision. Girl’s got a list and she just can’t NOT try to finish it, I mean, wouldn’t you? After you killed such a big boss as the NK?

At the same time, they would be trying for faux feminism, pulling a Arya doesn’t need a man to be happy. Guess the sex was just to try it? Wow can you believe they cheapened this ship and that beautiful moment like that?

I’m so sorry babies, you deserved much better. Guess Gendry was always meant to have his heart broken by a Stark girl once he became a Baratheon. Wow.

Weirdly enough!!! And spoiler maybe?? Leak? Idk. But I feel like Gendrya will prevail (also because she looks heartbroken to reject him like that…). When asked if Gendrya will rule the 7K, Friki said no, these two aren’t made for ruling anything. For what’s worth, Friki mentioned he does know Arya’s endgame and shebis confirmed alive in the Dragon Pit in 8x06 :)

Oathsex

Uff yeah I did not like that. It felt wrong in the context and it felt cheap and I…. yeah IDK. And then Jaime leaves. He could have at least told Brienne that he is he only one who can kill Cersei or IDK, but not leave her like that. Jeesh dude my poor Knight, she is gutted by him.

Jonerys makeout and chat and hey who wanted angst? Turn on your location I just wanna chat.

Sooo flip side: I somehow, for the second time, predicted a thing in my fic. HOWEVER D&D keep only getting half my fics because GURL DID YOU NOT GET THE SMUT MEMO? AND THE FLUFF MEMO?

So Dany goes to find Jon, again, who is tipsy, and Jon suddenly remembers to give Dany some comfort for having lost Jorah…

The set up for Dany saying ILY it’s a bit .. ehh. But her actual words: “He loved me, but I couldn’t love him back, not the way he wanted it. Not the way I love you. Is that alright?”

A+ scene. I love how he can’t help himself and as soon as she is in his arms’ range he just pulls her into him, BEFORE she asks “Is that alright?”.

Uff emo side note here, this scene and this phrase reminded me of this song. Listen and sob. you’re welcome.

On that depressive note, wow that make out tho. Two things I learned from this scene: 1 - Jon is horny drunk, which same; and 2 - Jon is a tiddies guy like he dove in and went for the tiddies, which also same. Am I Jon? Is this why I keep guessing his fucking reactions but D&D won’t give me the rest????? We’ll never know.

And… then Jon stops and pulls back. And I KNOW that in the BTS we are told he is disgusted or whatever along those lines, but to me?? That look means he is CONFLICTED. And listen, if y’all wanted it to make it to mean "disgusted" then you should have made Kit do it differently since YOU KNOW HE WAS FAKE GAGGING TO EMILIA EVERY OTHER MINUTE. YOU CAN’T KEEP ADDING SHIT LATER YOU FUCKING DUMBASSES YOU EITHER PUT IT IN THE ACTUAL SHOW AND THE ACTUAL ACTING OR STFU.

But I guess to me that rejection was more for the general audience than for us. C’mon he clearly loves her, his dick was so hard he was about to nut then and there. Stop bringing your 21st century considerations into a feudalistic fantasy where you have Royals and dragons. Also FUCK YOU VARYS BECAUSE EVEN IN THE NORTH AUNT AND NEPHEW MARRIED SO FUCK YOU BALDIE.

I digress. Then Dany echoes what Jon himself thinks/said - wishing she would have never known. And then we get something that I felt when she was alone and sad at the feast. “I saw the way they looked at you. I know that look; the same way people looked at me, but never on this side of the sea” - yeah so I need a break.

This here - cemented for me what I think the show is doing: stripping everything away from Dany: her armies, her children, her people and the love her people have for her… then Jon. And I don’t mean that as in the sense of some bullshit fleak. No, I mean it in the context of this episode. Because Jon never says I love you back (and maybe @normalisjustafairytale is right and Jon is afraid to say it after Ygritte), and he rejects her, and he says he can’t NOT tell his sisters, even if Dany begs him not to. So in a sense, for now at least, Jon is being taken away from her. So you have all this isolation and losing and losing and then what does she have left? The only constant in her life? The fucking Iron Throne. Because at the moment there is nothing else for her and she probably feels like she will be nothing without it. Hence why she presses to go and take Cersei down. I won’t lie to you, it is cheap writing and very lame and honestly I have read fics a million times better than this bullshit, but they will, at one point, hit us with the boatie reveal, and when that happens, and when Jon fucking finally pulls through and stands by her side, she will have something else, a different constant in life. Moreover, because she realises that the people here in Westeros will never love her, she will have even more of a reason to bow out, say a big fuck you, take her boatie and her hubs and get to her house with the red door.

This is not just wishful thinking, it is very much D&D, and they will of course “humble the powerful woman” (I puked in my mouth by writing that). But also, my consolation is that with this episode, heck even the people who weren’t necessarily her fans, are on her side and asking her to burn KL down. Which I don’t think she would, but more on that in a different post. God this post is already long.

*bathroom break*

BAck. Then Dany echoes what I also said in my fic ugh I hate myself what we all know and are thinking: it doesn’t matter if Jon doesn’t want it; it matter that there are people out there (fucking S.ansa jfc this fucking UGGHDGugduzdahidfg) who don’t like Dany and will support Jon immediately over her. She is right and he is stupid for not seeing it.

I guess I also got my bending the knee from my fic. Kinda. FUCK.ME.

I cannot believe that my Queen had to BEG him and Jon had to be so naive. BOY DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THE LESSON FROM YOUR FATHER? Two can keep a secret is one of them is dead, Jonno. Did you not watch Pretty Little Liars??? Why the fuck do you think Ned Stark didn’t tell his wife?? LMAO she would have sold him just like S.asnsa blabbed on you, guess the J___sas were right, it was a bit of a Ned x Cat parallel, probably Cat would have sold Ned also in a fucking instant. Dany is absolutely right. This shit cannot be contained because you don’t know how people would react to it.

“She’s not the girl you grew up with” … BOOM.

I love how he cradles her face into his hands MY FUCKING HEART MY HEART.

Pause. The part where she begs remind me of this traumatic moment:

… fuuuuck. Anyway.

And I love how she turns the tables on him. But Jon… is still Jon for plot reasons I guess. Maybe he didn’t understand why Ned had to keep the secret for so many years.

The end of the Northern plot - BYE NO ONE WILL MISS YOU

The Starks can choke. They are cancelled.

Yeah no. Bye. Fuck S.ansa or Sandra, who the fuck this OOC shitty ass character is. Fuck every single one of them. Wow, emotional manipulation at its finest. I just love how they basically called this episode the last of the Starks because they just character assassinated all of them. Edit: LMAO you know what this is? The shitty family that pulls over one member and tries to break him up with his wife, for the sole reason they don't like her. Because fuck their brother's happiness. Because they are fucking selfish people.

Jaime x Tyrion x my headache

Let’s add to the list of cancelled people Jaime and Tyrion just for that fucking chat.

“I will pay you double” ex machina, and that’s how the Bronn issue is solved. Just as Friki said, btw.

Arya x The Hound

So I guess Arya just fucking lies through her teeth now smh, since she was guilt trippig JON JUST MOMENTS AGO and she just up and leaves BECAUSE FUCK FAMILY I GUESS

Tyrion is suddenly afraid of Dany so I guess we are supposed to excuse Sandra’s petty shady jealous ass

Sandra is fucking jealous and insane. Littlefinger will be proud. Her face though. This fucking bitch doesn’t like that he is a Targaryen LMFAO she is scheming so hard bahahahahah

She is fucking cancelled. They murdered her character the moment they took her out of the Vale. FIGHT ME ON THIS I FUCKING DARE YOU.

Jon x Tormund x Ghost - say your goodbyes

Hey hey hey so that line where Jon belongs in the North? The real North, which for Tormund is North of the Wall since he calls Winterfell the South? Guess where those waterfalls from 8x01 are?

Jon is the worst dog owner KILL ME.

Fucking Sam Tarly

Jon was like yeah no don’t name your kid after me. Interesting how he could tell from a hug that Gilly was pregnant. Hope Dany starts showing soon *wink wink boatie is still coming*

The IT or Southern plot

Tyrion x Varys

I cannot wait for Varys to die. Like, he is spewing inaccurate information and then, he is suddenly against Dany and suddenly only Jon is a war hero. Just because he has a dick. Fuck D&D and their sexist asses Also VArys keeps talking about the realm LMAO YOU KNOW WHAT I SEE? I see kings dying all around you, and the only constant it’s you. Who is the problem, I wonder?

Euron ex machina

Makes no fucking sense. But I guess nobody cares anymore.

Yeah I screamed when Rhaegal died. And I screamed again with Dany.

I guess Dany couldn’t just fly behind Euron’s ship and roast them all for plot reasons.

Dragonstone mess

Fuck you, Varys. And fuck you, Tyrion. Not you, Greyworm, ILY *hugs tightly*

BONUS: FUCK YOU JAIME FUUUUUCK YOU FOR LEAVING BRIENNE LIKE THAT. BYE BITCH GOOD RIDDANCE.

King’s Landing mess & the shitty ass parley that even Captain Sparrow could have organised better

Ew how much time has it passed since Cersei is already claiming to be preggers?

“So much for the breaker of chains” - is again, a sign they are trying to strip Dany of everything she has and is.

Tyrion and Qyburn - ew, but also Qyburn has a point, why would Cersei surrender? Oh and I think the point to save Rhaegal from the NK only for him to die at the hands of Euron is to further handicap Dany and make the Cersei threat real, and have a reason to keep Drogon away from KL - HAVE YOU ALL SEEN THE SCORPIONS EVERYWHERE?

Ugh Tyrion stop trying to get Cersei to love you LMFAO she doesn’t. But I know, it is hard to break from toxic relationships and abusers. Tyrion told Cersei “you are not a monster” and she literally went “HOLD MY BEER”.

Missandei’s death made me sick to my stomach and traumatised me for life. We should all collectively agree to NEVER give D&D our attention again and never let them write anything again.

Missandei hatefully spewing DRACARYS as her last words was so strong it made me start crying because holy shit this was a peaceful person, and for her to show this much hate and rage was so gutting… fuck me. I am crying again. I think she also meant, besides from the obvious, “there is no reasoning with these people, so why bother. Might as well blow it the fuck up.”

And Grey’s reaction wow - again, I was about to puke, despite the scene not being the most gorey on GoT, but it was so intrinsically and viscerally wrong my mind could not deal.

In conclusion

Poor Dany, she has lost everything. EVERYTHING. She is literally at her lowest. After the discussion with Jon, she slipped back the Queen mask - like you can pinpoint the moment she does so! And she keeps it on in front of everyone else but her dragons.

I am expecting a very very cold (but very fragile inside) Dany in 8x05. I am expecting her to push Jon away. Oh and at the ending of 8x04 she totally just gets up on Drogon and goes back to Dragonstone. No way she does anything yet so soon.

I haven’t watched any of the BTS and Making of videos, nor have I watched the 8x05 promo. Will do soon.

Stay strong, jonerys is still going strong. I am here until the very end and I still think this will end with jonerys together. Will it be good writing? Nope. But it will end well. As I keep saying. We’re missing the “sweet” in this fucking “bittersweet” shit show. Stop saying it ends badly because of 8x03.

If you need me, you know where to find me. Image of me in the fandom. Except I charge nothing.

Oh and PS: FUCK D&D.

#got spoilers #got spoilers 8x04 #got 8x04 analysis #game of thrones

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