#jaime x ned

[ladystoneshart]

fuck it my unsolicited thoughts on the cat/ned/jaime/cersei non-canon couplings: could they fix each other?

ned x jaime: yes. ned would give jaime a honour boner so massive he would be compelled to become an actual human being (similar to what happened after brienne beat the shit out of him in asos). idk what ned would get from the exchange but I don't think jaime could make him worse. the problem is they are both bottoms so idk how the relationship would actually work 🤷‍♀️

jaime x cat: kinda. cat would use jaime as her personal attack dog but she would also keep him on a tight leash so no more pushing kids out the window (unless they deserve it). cat tops.

cat x cersei: NO. THE most toxic, dangerous, sexy yuri in all of westeros. they would make each other SO MUCH WORSE. cersei would validate every single violent impulse catelyn has ever had and in turn cat would make cersei actually competent (really dangerous!). if those 2 were ever on the same side of a conflict there would be no stopping them. unless cersei got on her nerves and cat had to kill her after 2 weeks idk. they both fight for dominance but cat tops.

cersei x ned just ends with ned having to behead cersei with ice after she smothered baby jon in the crib and tried to pin it on maester luwin. cersei tops.

[edwardsissyhandsthtdanceslikeabb]

on today's episode of gɑys no one cares about but me is ultra rarepair jaime and ned.

i'm surprised people don't talk about these two more given that they're thematic foils, alongside the moral quandaries they both struggle with. like they're rivals™ (they actually hate e/o, with a good dose of ideological opposition sprinkled in), teeming with untapped potential to fulfil the carnal enemies blueprint. their whole first conversation is dripping in subtext (mostly informed by their tension).

the way jaime blocks him bodily cause he HAS to snark at him, jaime's eyes following ned even when he turns, the way their exchange has an undercurrent of innuendo (when i fight a man fr i don't want him to know what i can do — like wdym by that buddy? 🤨), the way jaime leans in, his admiration bubbling through his bravado, ned being SO over it & thusly wanting to avoid him [shifting as jaime gets under his skin] but being unable to disengage/being reeled regardless, ned's self assuredness & sheer intensity — bordering on domineering. just their really intense eyes. like hmmm. both of them are seconds away from porking each other idc.

[daggermaiden]

The American Roommate Experiment, but with Jaime Lannister, who secretly saves all of Ned's Instagram photos, and cool Ned Stark, who arrived at his brother's wedding and stayed at his brother's place. Where suddenly appears Jaime Lannister (I don't know why, but!!)

[mormontdacey]

one of the great literary decisions of our time is george pausing the breakneck action of the third act of acok to give the girlies a brief riverrun interlude where jaime lannister

1) gets blackout drunk in his cell that reeks of his own shit

2) hits on his enemy’s grieving mother

3) compares himself to her murdered fiance

4) comes out as a nedbert truther

and more! greatest beginning of a comeback story maybe ever if you ask me

[uluthrek]

au in which robert, the starks and the lannisters play monopoly instead of going hunting and pushing each other‘s kids from towers.

tyrion implements a tax system to make things more interesting and fights cersei over the cat for a solid ten minutes.

around thirty minutes into the game, catelyn realizes that she has free will and stops paying taxes.

arya and sansa haggle over new york avenue, which ends up being bought by theon. this causes the two to completely cast aside their differences, ally and subsequently start doing everything in their power to make theon‘s life hell.

theon himself is quite severely stoned the entire time throughout.

ned enters horrendous debt pretty much immediately and, after two hours of being financially sucked dry by both cersei and his tax evader of a wife, decides to just place his figurine in jail and never leave.

jon, playing the dog, controls the railroads and makes jaime, playing the ship, go completely broke within minutes. being beaten by a bastard and officially the first to lose the game makes jaime so mad he spends the rest of the evening perched on the family‘s ancestral armchair eating flaming hot cheetos and stifling sobs.

cersei is holding onto her last two dollars and her one house in atlantic avenue like a maniac and evades taxes like it‘s an olympic sport. she claims ownership of kentucky avenue on the grounds that red is her house‘s color at least twice. after three hours, she‘s consumed enough vintage red to kill a large mammal and keeps quoting the art of war. fascinatingly enough, she never goes completely broke.

robert, just as broke and drunk as his wife but not nearly as ferocious, proposes marriage for tax advantages to bran, who is in possession of the boardwalk and lets him dangle on his proposition for two rounds before accepting and feeling like a benevolent god.

sansa sees this and immediately proposes to arya, who accepts, only for them to be sued by their mother for public indecency („you‘re siblings, jesus christ!“). arya argues that this is just a game and that one could argue that robert‘s and bran‘s marital alliance is just as if not even more inappropriate, considering that bran is seven and robert thirtyseven. sansa countersues her mother for tax evasion, who promises she‘ll drop her lawsuit if her daughters let her keep hoarding perverse amounts of wealth. „love wins!“ arya says, which causes jaime, still perched on the armchair but now eating old nan‘s home made whiskey truffles, to hysterically sob. cersei stares him down.

robb, in a rare moment of almost prophetic foresight, excuses himself one hour in and goes on a very, VERY long walk with grey wind.

tyrion, whose tax system has spectacularly backfired in his face, proposes marriage to catelyn, jon and cersei in rapid succession, who all turn him down. „i wish i was the monster you think i am. i wish i had enough poison for the whole pack of you. i would gladly give my life to watch you all swallow it.“ he screams before he leaves the table.

at that, joffrey, who has refused to participate and instead sits on the couch playing doom on his nintendo ds, starts hysterically laughing. tyrion turns on his heel and awards his nephew with the bitchslap of the century. this causes cersei to completely abandon the game and chase after him with a broom. catelyn makes sure that everyone is distracted by the lannister antics and then reaches across the table and bags cersei‘s money and properties.

with a heavy heart, myrcella trades arya and sansa one of her limited edition bayala schleich unicorns for park place.

at this point, the game is between the tycoons that are catelyn and jon, the bran-robert alliance, the arya-sansa-alliance, and ned, who is still in jail and watching ice hockey on his phone under the table. that is when catelyn hears rickon gagging and discovers that he, in the absence of tyrion, the self declared bank manager, has managed to eat all bank notes from the box.

rickon gets his stomach pumped, cersei and tyrion have both been arrested, theon is still stoned, arya, sansa and myrcella have wandered off to go play schleich horses, and jon remains at the table, alone, content, and quietly considering himself the winner.

[mysticalcatpeanut]

Just wanted to point out, Arrax (Lucerys' dragon) is also son of Syrax (Rhaenyra's dragon)... so both mothers are mourning in this scene

[saltywinteradult]

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

[venusbyline]

My first time sending an ask. Do you have headcanons about how your asoiaf faves keep their pubes?

~ 🐞

HEADCANON: How my ASOIAF favorite male characters keep their pubic hairs

PRE-HOTD, HOTD & GOT VERSIONS

(this includes Maegor I Targaryen, Baelon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Jaime Lannister, Ned Stark)

— type: smut, light dark (Aegon's part)

— tags/warnings: oral sex mentioned, deepthroating mentioned, kinda sadist!Aegon II Targaryen, canon divergence (?). english is not my first language.

— author's note¹: Anon, tysm for your ask 💕💕 I loved to write these headcanons hahahah btw, I felt free to write them based on what I imagine, so I'm not taking the shows too much into consideration...

— author's note²: This is the male characters version, but I'm thinking about write one of these about HOTD female characters too 🤔🤔 or at least a random hc about their boobs anyway lmaooo sorry I'm so gay for them 😭😭

❥ ASOIAF headcanons • HOTD masterlist • Game of Thrones masterlist

❥ about me • main masterlist

𝐏𝐑𝐄-𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Maegor I Targaryen

• I don't think Maegor cares about that at all. He definitely has a lot of golden hairs there and doesn't mind trimming them.

• Sometimes it could be kinda uncomfortable to give him a head, but despite everything I thought it's sexy anyway. I think it's something that perfectly matches Maegor's look and personality, since he's a big and tough man...

•‌ If you don't like pubes, so it wouldn't be very pleasurable for you to have sex with Maegor, at least if he wanted you to suck his cock. But if you like them or at least don't mind the amount, Maegor would be quite a good fuck.

Baelon Targaryen (Son of Jaehaerys I)

•‌ In my opinion, Baelon doesn't have much pubic hair on his groin. I can see him as the type of man who definitely trims it often.

•‌ Actually, I think he not only keeps them short, but he also prefers to keep his groin completely "clean", without any hair there.

•‌ I know that hair and pubes aren't always with the same color. Anyway, I guess Baelon has pubes with a color similar to Maegor's, for example... more golden than silver.

𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

Aemond Targaryen

•‌ Aemond keeps some hair there, but they're always very well trimmed. He doesn't like to shave them off completely so often... at the same time he also thinks it would be disgusting to have them too long.

‌• His pubes are light brown, not too dark, but not golden or silver either. Maybe it's because of the Hightower bloodline? I don't know.

•‌ In my opinion, Aemond didn't care so much about trimming his pubes during the Dance of the Dragons, but before the war he focused a lot on keeping them short, clean and kinda pretty too.

Aegon II Targaryen

•‌ Like Maegor, I think Aegon keeps a lot of hair there. He lets them grow, both because he's too nonchalant to trimming them, and also because he enjoys watching the whores choking on them when they're deepthroating his cock.

• His pubes are lighter than Aemond's, sometimes even looking kinda golden.

•‌ When Aegon was a teenager, he liked to trim them because he thought he looked hot that way. As he grew older, he began to get lazier and enjoy the women's discomfort during the oral sex.

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇��𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒

Jaime Lannister

•‌ Jaime is one of the few characters in GOT that I truly believe keeps his pubic hair almost non-existent, at least before the War of the Five Kings.

•‌ Before, he kept his blond curls very short, the pubes' color matching with his hair's. Both during and after the War of the Five Kings, he didn't even have enough time to worry about them, so he just let them grow.

•‌ I personally like these two versions, but I think Jaime with short pubes is sexier...

Ned Stark

•‌ My main headcanon about Starks' pubes is that almost all of them have a lot of curly pubes, always brown or black. Ned is a good example of that.

•‌ Probably Ned's are brown and he kept them shorter when he was younger, letting them grow longer when he got older. ‌

• Anyway, I think it suits him and I genuinely find it very sexy and dilf too.

[polysucks]

I love my evil slut wife :,)

[llonelygoddess]

How they react to...Finding out you're pregnant

Romantic Pairings: Ned Stark, Margaery Tyrell, Theon Greyjoy, Jaime Lannister, Khal Drogo, Jorah Mormont, Brienne of Tarth, Missandei, Podrick, Gendry

Ned Stark: This man is over the moon when you tell him you’re expecting. He’s raised 5 already but for you he’d raise another 5 if possible lol He’s always got his hands on your belly and asking if you need anything. His favorite thing to do is talking to the baby later at night when you’re asleep, whispering how much it’ll be loved and cared for by the both of you.

Margaery Tyrell: Thrilled. You two definitely planned this pregnancy so she’s thrilled to hear you’ve finally conceived. She’s keeping Maesters around the clock just for you and making sure you have regular check ups. You both love looking at all the fabrics and books and toys you’ll be gifting your baby. She wants this child to have everything she had and more, so beware your child may be spoiled rotten lol

Pre Reek!Theon Greyjoy: Theon doesn’t even know what to say. He’s nervous about what that would mean for you and the child title wise. Would the babe be labeled a bastard? Would you be treated as a whore? The questions will drive him crazy if you don’t bring him back down to earth. As much as he’s there for you, you have to be there for him during this time.

Jaime Lannister: In the beginning he’s more worried than anything. Knowing how crazy Cersei is he has to hide you away, promising to be with you soon. Once he finds a way to sneak away to you for good, he’s all hands on deck. He’d learn to cook a bit, take up the cleaning, even learn to stitch a little to give the baby an embroidered blanket. It’s not what you expected but considering his other kids barely know him it makes sense how serious he is about this one. He wants to get it right this time.

Khal Drogo: He sees you as his goddess, mesmerized with the way you carry his child. He kisses your belly and announces it to the whole Khalasar. During your pregnancy he doesn’t baby you, finding beauty in your strength, but he is wary of you being around the other men. They’re rough and callous and you are soft and breakable, something that keeps him up at night. Whenever he goes out riding he always comes back with a gift that he presents to you in front of everyone.

Jorah Mormont: He never thought he’d be lucky enough to have children, especially with someone as special as you. He’s definitely crying when he hears the news. He can’t help it, a family of his own is all he’s ever wanted. Even knowing how strong you are, he’ll ask you to stay home and to let him do any and all work that needs to be done. He’s heard horror stories of pregnancies going wrong and he refuses to let anything happen to you.

Brienne of Tarth: Finding out you're pregnant would be the scariest moment of her life. Which isn't to say she doesn't want kids, but the world you live in wasn't ready for a relationship like yours. Two non-men finding love within each other wasn't accepted, let alone them raising a child together. Eventually, through many talks with you and Podrick, she calms down enough to enjoy this special moment in time with you.

Missandei: When Missandei first finds out, she's immediately in preparation mode. With the life she's lived she knows how cruel and evil life can be, so she takes it upon herself to make everything as perfect for you and the babe as possible. She’s asking Danaerys for healers and compiling blankets and toys from nearby towns. You’ll want for nothing with her by your side. When she’s not in crisis mode she’s sitting with you in bed fantasizing about the languages and history she’ll teach the baby.

Podrick: He gets so overwhelmed when you tell him he faints. Poor bb. When he wakes he asks if it was a dream and when you tell him no he kisses you. He’s another one that never really thought about having a family but he’s more than ready and capable of doing it. He’s always gushing about you and the baby to Brienne or really anyone who’ll listen. Loves to put his ear to your belly and just listen.

Gendry: He never planned to have kids so young, but when you told him about the baby he realized this was his moment to step up and be better. Being a Lord now he’s able to take care of you in ways he never thought he could. Giving you a handmaid and guards is just the beginning of how he wants to support you. He worries all nine months about whether he'll be good enough for your babe, so please rub his back and tell him he'll be the best dad ever. And he will.

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[aelenavelaryon]

Robert Baratheon x Reader (pt.2)

Summary: in which the Queen gets her revenge on her husband

The return of dragons came to a surprise for the realm. It was unexpected yet a blessing, especially for Rhaenyra. Finally, dragons returned to the world. Robert was not on board with having them in King's Landing at first but after watching Rhaenyra be happy after the loss of their child he agreed. Robert, despite marrying her without love came to enjoy her company as the two enjoyed making children.

Rhaenyra choose to let her dragons roamed free in a place where they were all away from people, to avoid harming innocent people. Prince Daemon was born in the year 283, near the end of the year. His brother Orys came days after his first name day in 284. In the year 286 came the twins, Aemon and Aemond. Just a year later in 287 she lost a child, it was then that Dragons were reborn.

By 290, Rhaenyra's dragons had grown a lot. The year prior they disappeared and when they returned they were the size of an adult dragon. So, for the first time in centuries a Targaryen finally took to the skies on dragonback. Balerion, the dragon she rode flew her to a part of the Keep that was abandoned and where he kept dragons eggs.

Rhaenyra brought Dragon Keepers to the Keep to help with the dragons and their eggs. The eggs, which were enough to give to each one of her children and brother, were kept warm and ready in the children's room. Finally, after five years of trying for a daughter, a girl finally came. Well, more like two. Rhaena and Helaena came during the summers of 290. By then, her children all had dragons eggs. Prince Daemon had claimed Caraxes, while his brother's hatched their eggs. Orys named his Eros. Aemon named his Moonfyre and Aemond named his Meraxes. Princess Rhaena and Helaena's dragon eggs hatched the same day of their birth.

King Robert threw a feast in honor of their first name day. By then, queen Rhaenyra had given him four sons and two daughters. Princess Rhaena was said to be as wild and defiant as her mother in her youth. Rhaena had the Targaryen hair and eyes, while her twin, princess Helaena had black hair and blue eyes like his father but she was as quiet and calm as her late grandmothers, queen Rhaella and Lady Cassana Baratheon. Robert was a decent king who took the input of his queen. They had a quiet a decent marriage.

Since the day they married Robert kept to his wife's and his own chambers. He slept with no other woman that was not his wife. Some had said he changed for the better and Eddard Stark could attest to that. Rhaenyra's life was good. She had no worries. Everything was just perfect.

The news reached her a few weeks later. Robert Baratheon had slept with Cersei Lannister or so she claimed. Cersei was a girl of three and twenty. She was yet to be married as her father hadn't found her a good match yet. Rhaenyra when she heard said nothing. Robert even thought she hadn't heard but she had. She knew, thanks to her little birds that Jaime was Cersei's lover. So, her plan was to take Jaime from Cersei. It was her goal to make him loyal to her.

Her plan began the very next day. She had asked Robert for a new guard. Stating that with six children it was better for them and her to have extra security. The king agreed. She smiled and acted as if nothing was happening. When Cersei was forced to move the keep by her father's order, Rhaenyra was forced to confront her husband.

Robert entered their shared chambers. "Nyra" she looked away. Rhaenyra was two and twenty. She had given her husband six children. She never complained nor did she cause him any problems. She simply did her duty, ever the dutiful her mother used to say. "I have never asked anything of you, nor have I ever caused you trouble or any problems. I have stood by you for the last seven years. I married you despite everything. I am no saint, nor have I ever been. I brought a son into a marriage that was not yours. You loved him and took care of him as if he was your own. And in return I gave your four sons with your blood and two daughters with your blood" there was a brief silence. "Where our children not enough?" she asked. "Was I not enough?" she asked.

Rhaenyra had never been insecure. How could she? She was a Targaryen, their beauty seemed to be god like and now, with her dragon being a god seemed far more possible than before. "I love you, Robert. But I will not be the person you treat like a common whore. If Cersei gives you a bastard child I will give you one too. And if she gives you another so will I" she said. Robert was too stunned to speak. She gave him on chance to speak before she left their shared chambers, Arthur and Jaime following behind.

Rhaenyra knew Cersei's greatest love was Jaime, and she rarely even allowed him to wonder far from her. Jaime didn't mind, watching over her gave him some sort of relief as he felt guilty for killing her father years back. He also wanted to keep her safe as he could not keep Elia and her children. Jaime was also avoiding his sister, as much as she would try to find him but he would walk the other way or ignore her pleas to talk. Over the months the good relationship between the queen and king perished in the blink of an eye. King Robert returned to his drunken and whoring ways.

Cersei Lannister gave birth to a son who she named Joffrey Baratheon, a boy with black hair and green eyes, he seemed to be all his father but the eyes. A year later, in the year 292, queen Rhaenyra gave birth to a son, a boy she named Rhaegar Targaryen and a daughter who she named Rhaella. The boy had blonde white hair. His eyes were the same eyes of princess Alyssa Targaryen, wife of Baelon Targaryen. One green eye and purple. Her daughter, princess Rhaella had a her grandmother's looks. Ser Jaime Lannister was the first one to hold his two children. A little princeling he used to call him and his little baby girl. Jaime and Rhaenyra were the ones who picked the names.

Robert knew but he said nothing as the guilt of returning to his old habits returned. Prince Jacaerys came four years after his sisters, then, a year after him came Lucerys. Princess Rhaenyra had always loved those names and had always wanted to name one of her sons like them. Prince Jacaerys had dark brown hair and purple eyes, his brother Lucerys was just like his brother. Queen Rhaenyra bore thirteen children at the short age of thirty. Her last two children were girls. Daughters. Visenya and Daenerys, daughters of Ser Arthur Dayne.

Eddard Stark never married, instead he served his queen Rhaenyra his entire life. And of course he took care of their two sons. Ned had became her closest companion alongside Arthur and Jaime Lannister. She had no other allies at court but them. At least, she didn't trust anyone else but them. Cersei gave Robert three more children. Tommen, Myrcella and Joanna but they were known as bastards since they were not married.

On the queen's name day, a thirtieth name day celebration was made in her honor. Every house in the realm attended, including Dorne, Driftmark and the North. By then, Prince Jaehaerys was nearly six and ten, Daemon was five and ten, Orys three and ten, Aemon and Aemond were one and ten, Helaena and Rhaena were eight, Rhaegar and Rhaella were nearly six, Jacaerys was four, prince Lucerys three and his sisters had just turned one.

Queen Rhaenyra, despite birthing thirteen children looked far better than most, she was grateful, she also took care great of her figure, she wanted to preserve herself as much as she could. Robert knew that seven of those children where not his. Jaehaerys had been claimed as a Targaryen despite Tywin's insistence to keep him as a bastard. Rhaenyra did not wish for her son to bear the name Baratheon or Stark. Brandon had written to her often wanting to know about his son but he not once had asked for the boy to visit him nor to be claimed as a Stark. She knew Catelyn did not like the idea of Brandon's bastard sons being in their home and possible taking Robb's birthright.

During the Queen's name day celebration things are said and revenge is plotted. They say when you play the game of thrones you win or you die, there is no middle ground. Queen Rhaenyra is going to win, no matter what. The question is, will she succeed or will she fail?

[mitzukiyapping]

A Dragon Queen’s Council - Part I.

Summary: After being imprisoned in her ‘room’ for three weeks, she was finally given her old room back. Not out of kindness, that’s what she knows. During the wedding of the new king, Robert Baratheon, and his new wife, Cersei Lannister, she got company by funny visitors. Together the three went on a mission to gossip about the lords that were in the castle tonight.

Pairing: platonic! Tyrion Lannister x fem!targaryen!oc, platonic! Jaime Lannister x fem!targaryen!oc

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: underage drinking

Authors note: this is my first time writing for got, so I hope you like it. Later on, if I write it, it won’t follow the series. It’s mostly just going to be an AU. And English isn’t my first language!

prologue || Part II. || part III. || masterlist

The halls of the Red Keep no longer echoed with screams, but silence could be just as loud. The princess's name was whispered like a curse among the maids. Afraid of angering the new king, Robert Baratheon, if he heard her name.

Gone were the banners with the dragon symbol of house Targaryen. They had been stripped and burned, along with the body of the former king. Black and gold now hung in their place, the symbol of house Baratheon, antlers raised in triumph.

She passed them with her eyes downcast, one hand brushing the cold stone walls she had once run past with her younger brother, not even a week ago. Nothing smelled the same. No cinnamon from the kitchens, no burning lavender from her mother's quarters. Only steel, sweat, and the sharp sting of lemon oil used to clean away the blood.

She had not been given her old rooms. Robert had made sure of that. Instead, she was placed high in the Maiden vault, a tower meant to house ladies of courtly virtue, and more importantly, to keep them inside. Her windows were tall, but narrow. Her door thick. And outside it stood Ser Gregor Clegane.

The Mountain.

Twice the size of any man she had ever seen. Shadow-faced and stone-voiced, he spoke rarely and glared often. The first time she'd opened her door to ask for more ink and parchment, he had only stared at her. "You may write," he'd said, flatly. When she asked if she could visit the godswood, he answered with silence.

It wasn't until three days into her strange captivity that Robert came to see her again. Not alone, he would never come alone when it comes to her, but accompanied by Lord Eddard Stark and Lord Varys, the Spider. Aera sat on the cushioned window ledge, legs tucked beneath her, hair brushed back, wearing a pale blue gown that once belonged to Queen Rhaella. It had been found in the ruins of her mother's old wardrobe, and it was the only thing that still smelled like home.

"Still alive, are you?" Robert grunted. She didn't rise. "Should I not be?" Robert narrowed his eyes, but there was no fire in them today. Only something heavier. Tired. "You've been quiet," he said. "Too quiet."

"I was told that's how prisoners should behave." Eddard shifted beside him, arms crossed, his face unreadable but not unkind. Varys, ever smiling, made a small noise of amusement. "She's sharp," Varys said softly. "Like her mother." Aera tensed up upon hearing her mother being talked about. The three man noticed.

Robert ignored the bald man. His gaze fixed on her like he was trying to decide what, exactly, she was. "I don't trust you," he said at last. "Not yet. Maybe never. But you haven't tried to run away yet. Haven't made demands. Haven't screamed or cried or begged for a crown."

"I don't want a crown," Aera said quietly her voice softly but broken. "I just want to live."

A strange expression flickered across Robert's face. Regret, maybe even something that he remembered. For a moment, she thought he might say something. But then he grunted again, as if that was answer enough. "You'll stay here. For now. Under watch."

"Under the Mountain?" she asked, with a glance at the door. She didn't hide the bitterness in her voice. "If he keeps you alive, I don't care if you hate him," Robert snapped. "You're still a Targaryen. And Targaryens burn people."

"I've never lit a candle," she said coldly. Robert actually laughed. It was short, but real. "She's got fire, Ned," he muttered. "More than I thought."

"I told you she was different," Eddard said, finally stepping forward. He looked down at Aera with the solemn eyes of winter. "You are not your father. But you are your blood. It's a hard thing to live with. Even harder to outlive."

Aera didn't look away. "Then what am I to be?" Robert raised his brows. "That's the question, girl." He turned to go. "For now, you'll be raised here. Fed. Watched. If you behave, maybe I'll let you live in your old room."

"And if I don't behave?" she asked. Robert's smile didn't reach his eyes. "Then the Mountain does more than watch." The door slammed behind them.

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That night, Aera didn't sleep. She sat by the window, watching the stars rise behind the towers of the city that once worshipped her house, her family. Somewhere beyond the horizon, her mother and Viserys were in hiding. Somewhere further still, maybe her dragon egg would one day crack open, and something greater would return. But for now, she was alone. A ghost in her own home. And the Mountain stood at her door.

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It had been three weeks since the bells rang through King's Landing.

Three weeks since the wine flowed and whores danced and gold cloaks filled the streets with laughter and blood in equal measure. The city had not seen such joy since before the war — since before the dragons screamed their last.

It was a wedding, they said. A time for celebration. Robert Baratheon, the Usurper King, had taken a lioness to wife.

Cersei Lannister had arrived at the Red Keep draped in silk and suspicion, her eyes colder than the winds that rolled down from the Vale. Her father had sent her with wagons of gold, and servants trained to smile. Her brothers came too — the golden twins, and the dwarf who watched more than he spoke.

And in the quiet, between the cheers and feasts and shifting banners, Aera was moved. Without ceremony. Without warning. She'd been sitting in the Maidenvault, combing out her hair with a silver-handled brush, a silent gift from Lord Stark, when Ser Gregor arrived.

"You're to come," he said. No more, no less. Nervously she followed him through the narrow halls and secret turns, her unhatched egg protected between her arms. Steps echoing until they reached a door she hadn't seen in what felt like another life. Her room. Her real room.

Not some tower meant for ghosts or virgins, but the chamber where she'd slept beneath stars painted on the ceiling. Where her mother once kissed her forehead goodnight. Where the windows faced the land behind the houses of folks, and the curtains had once been embroidered with dragons dancing in fire. Now the dragons were gone. The curtains were plain. But it was still hers.

She stepped inside slowly, as if expecting the stone to crumble. Everything was different than she remembered. The walls still bore the faint smoke stains from the fire — not her fire, but the soldiers' torches when they'd searched for gold and secrets. The bed had been changed. The carpets too. But the fireplace remained, and the old crack in the ceiling where a sword had once swung wild.

"Why?" she asked, turning back to Gregor. He stood like a wall. "Orders."

"From Robert?" He said nothing. But she saw it, in the slight twitch of his jaw. Not Robert. Cersei. Of course. It was no kindness. No gift of mercy. Cersei Lannister did not want the girl with silver hair beneath her roof. Not under the same tower. Not within breath's reach of her future sons.

Better to give her the ghost chamber. Let her haunt her own blood-soaked memories. Let her choke on what was taken from her. Aera stood in the center of the room and turned slowly. Everything felt wrong, but... there was something else. Beneath the dust and silence. A hum. A whisper of power, tucked in the stones.

Her fingers trailed along the mantle, where once her father had set her dragon egg. She laid it inside, careful not to break it. It hadn’t even stirred. But sometimes, at night, it had glowed, just faintly, like something sleeping deep within.

She sat on the edge of the bed and stared out of the closed window. And for the first time since the rebellion, she breathed.

⸻

Later that evening, as the castle began to quiet, Aera received a visitor. He knocked once. She did not speak. He entered anyway. Tyrion Lannister, the shortest man she ever saw and wearing a half-smile that gave away nothing.

"Well, well," he said. "A dragon princess in exile. Back in her perch. How poetic." Aera didn't rise nor did she react emotionally to his choice of words. "This is no perch. It's a cage with nicer curtains. "He laughed. "And yet, you're still here."

"What do you want, Lannister?"

"To see if the ghost girl was real," he said. "There's talk, you know. That Robert keeps you alive only so the realm remembers what could have been. A living lesson. A silent dragon."

Aera's mouth twitched. "He must enjoy irony."

"Oh, he doesn't enjoy much of anything anymore," Tyrion said, strolling to the wine pitcher she hadn’t noticed till now. "Except drinking. And maybe Cersei—though I doubt that it will last." She didn't reply. Tyrion poured two cups he magically pulled out of his cloak, set one by her side.

"No poison," he added. "Though if I wanted to kill you, I'd simply let you marry a nobleman and die slowly of boredom." Her voice was cold when she responded "I'd rather marry poison."

"You're not the only one." He countered back as he purred wine into each of the cups. Aera, seated cross-legged on the rug before the cold hearth of her reclaimed room, was beginning to suspect that the walls themselves whispered after what seemed like hours of drinking the wine.

She was half-listening to one of them, either the wall or Tyrion Lannister, sprawled on her bed, mid-way through a story about a Dornish woman and a bowl of grapes he got out of the nowhere, when the door handle jiggled.

Tyrion stopped. Then came a thud. A muttered curse. Then, “Seven bloody hells - he’s asleep?” Aera stood slowly as the door creaked open, revealing a golden flash of armor and a glare that could cut steel. Jaime Lannister. The Kingslayer. Lord Tywin’s heir. The golden twin. And he was glaring at the unconscious, and unknown, guard slumped against the wall beside her door.

“Of course he’s asleep,” Aera said, tone cool. “What else is a sworn protector for, if not naps?” Jaime’s eyes flicked to her, surprised. “You’re awake.” At that she on,y raised her eyebrow. “She doesn’t sleep,” Tyrion called lazily from the bed. “She haunts. Didn’t you hear?”

“You’re in her room?” Jaime asked. “I was bored. She was bored. The wine’s better here with her. And her walls are gossiping.” Jaime stepped in, looked between his brother and the silver-haired girl with narrowed eyes. “Have you both lost your minds?”

Aera grinned, her cheeks as red as roses from the alcohol. “Probably.” There was a beat of silence before Tyrion sat up. “You’re late, brother. I thought you would have left feast even sooner. You know, the one where half the nobles pretend to love Cersei and the other half pretend to love Robert.”

“I was looking for you,” Jaime muttered. “Didn’t think I’d find you curled up in a dragon’s den.” Aera tilted her head. “I’m the safest one in the Keep. Who would dare kill the king’s prize ghost?” Her voice full of pride. “True,” Tyrion muttered, sipping on his cup. “He likes his trophies.”

They should’ve stayed. Should’ve let the silence settle again. But Tyrion had already risen. Jaime was already pacing. And Aera? She walked to her window, glanced out at the flickering lights of the feast still raging below. The music had started again. Laughter echoed faintly.

“I know a way down,” she said without turning. Tyrion raised a brow. “Of course you do.”

“You’ve snuck out before?” Jaime asked, folding his arms.

She turned, a soft smirk tugging at her lips. “You think I don’t know this castle better than my own skin?” The boys looked at one another. Jaime gave the faintest shake of his head. Tyrion grinned. Moments later, the trio slipped out, the two still having their cup in their hands. Past the sleeping guard, through a half-hidden servant door, down narrow stairs slick with condensation and cobwebs. Aera led them like she had been born in the stone. Like she belonged in the darkness of old secrets.

And when they emerged, just outside the great hall, the feast still roaring behind iron doors, Tyrion looked around and whispered, “We should hire you.” Aera snorted. “You couldn’t afford me.”

Inside, the court was loud — nobles red-faced from drink, ladies fanning themselves with gold-trimmed silks, and Cersei seated like a bored statue beside her already drunk husband. Aera kept to the shadows, the two beside her like her guards. That didn’t stop her from whispering.

“See that lord with the red sash?” she said, just beside Tyrion’s ear. “He’s been hiding coin in the Sept’s catacombs. Thought I wouldn’t hear his squire talking about it in the laundry chamber.” Tyrion raised a brow. “Blackmail?” - “Insurance,” she said sweetly.

“And the maid with the braid? By the wine?” she added, eyes flicking. “Poisoned the last three cups she served. All her targets? Coincidentally owed debts to House Lannister.” Tyrion looked delighted. “You are the most dangerous thing in this castle.”

“Not yet,” she said, “but I’m practicing.”

“What about him?” Jaime muttered, nodding to a thick-chinned lord slumped near the hearth. “Oh,” Aera murmured, “he talks in his sleep. Said some rather unfortunate things about Robert’s mother last night. And I might have told the kitchen boys to repeat it to the wrong ears.”

“You’re a menace,” Jaime said, trying not to grin. “And you’re late to realize it.”

Her silver-blonde hair shimmered faintly in the dim torchlight, and her expression, mischief incarnate, was aimed squarely at Lord Halmer of the Reach, who stood across the room, drunk and laughing too loudly at something he didn’t understand.

“Tell me again,” Tyrion whispered, eyes gleaming, “is it true he once tried to bribe a septa to say he was a Targaryen bastard?” Aera leaned back against the pillar, sipping from her goblet. “That, and he claims he was kissed by a dragon egg. Claims he still has the scar. I’ve seen it. It’s a freckle.”

Jaime chuckled. “Poor man. I almost feel sorry for him.” Aera smiled. “He once asked if he could ‘help me repopulate the line.’ I told him he couldn’t even repopulate his own hairline. They all laughed. Until—

“I see the dragons still breathe fire.”

The words weren’t loud. But they echoed in their bones. Aera froze mid-sip. Tyrion nearly dropped his cup. Jaime blinked, shoulders tensing as if instinctively expecting a blade at his back. Because Eddard Stark was standing directly behind them. How long he’d been there was anyone’s guess. He looked at the three of them with the kind of calm that was infinitely worse than rage.

Aera turned slowly, not even a flicker of guilt on her face. Instead, she took a step forward with all the grace of someone who owned the room now. And then, to everyone’s surprise, she turned toward Lord Halmer, raised her voice loud enough for half the hall to hear, and said sweetly:

“My lord, forgive me. Ser Jaime and Lord Tyrion dragged me away, demanded I tell them every secret I know about the noble houses. I resisted, of course, but… they insisted.”

Tyrion gaped. “Traitor.” Jaime just blinked, fighting a smile. “I told you she’d feed us to the wolves if it meant saving face.” Eddard raised a brow, arms crossed as he watched this little theater unfold.

Lord Halmer, who had barely noticed the group before, now looked absolutely thrilled to be the center of attention. “Ah! No offense taken, Your Grace! If I’m the subject of court curiosity, well - I suppose I must be important enough to be mocked!”

“Oh no,” Aera said gently, “we weren’t mocking you. I was only explaining your theory about your noble birth and the dragon egg scar. A very noble scar.” Tyrion turned and walked straight to the wine table. Jaime looked up at the ceiling like he was praying for it to collapse. Lord Halmer turned a bright shade of red.

And Eddard? He gave a soft, weary sigh. “Seven save me from court politics and dragon tricksters.” Aera turned to him, beaming. “You’re welcome to join us next time, Lord Stark. I’m sure you know far more secrets than I do.” He looked at her. Really looked at her.

Then said, dry as winter wind, “And I’ve kept them all. That’s the difference between us.” She gave him a wink and raised her goblet. “For now.”

⸻

That night, the torches outside her window flickered like stars fallen too close. The bells of the city had gone quiet again. The new queen was crowned. The old princess was remembered only in whispers.

[lacrymosaan]

“A widow for a widower”

𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Then in the name of the flowers and the fields, the stars in the sky, and the streams that flow down to the sea, and the mystery that breathes wonder into all these things, I pronounce you Lion and wife."

Aeryon clutched his younger brother’s hand tightly—it was the only thing he could do in that time and place, the only anchor he had in a night that felt as if it belonged to someone else’s life. He had promised his mother he would show his best manners tonight, that he would not embarrass her, not add weight to the burden already heaped upon her shoulders.

Still, he could not help but wonder: Couldn’t this lavish, grotesque wedding have been postponed… perhaps forever?

Lord Lannister, a man whose very presence seemed carved from iron and disdain, had not even troubled himself to feign interest in his soon-to-be wife’s sons. Not the way she had bent her dignity to show care to his children—two blond, brittle souls who wore their grief and suspicion openly.

Speaking of them: the reactions had been nothing short of unsettling.

Cersei, the golden daughter, had burst into loud, ungraceful tears in the middle of the welcoming feast, stealing all the attention as surely as a thief steals a purse. Was she truly so distraught, or merely acting to remind the hall that she was the real jewel of House Lannister?

Jaime, meanwhile, had wrapped Aeryon in an embrace fierce and sudden, as if they had already become brothers, as if by clutching him tight enough he could anchor himself against the tides of change neither of them had chosen.

And then there was the infant—hidden away in the cradle, tucked behind veils and frowning wet-nurses. Lord Lannister had made it plain he wished the babe unseen, untouched, unmentioned. Perhaps it was shame, or simple irritation, or a colder truth lurking still.

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

This family and its endless, knotted webs made Aeryon’s head throb with a pain that felt carved into his very skull. At this pace, he thought grimly, he would soon be paying visits to the maester for headache tonics.

And so, despite the silent protests of Aeryon, Alric, and even of Lady Aurelia herself, the wedding proceeded.

It was as golden, as glittering, as blindingly sumptuous as everyone had expected—and worse, for it outstripped even the most extravagant imaginings of courtly gossip.

Lady Aurelia Arryn and Lord Tywin Lannister exchanged cloaks in the ancient rite; she was given a ring, a magnificent piece of artistry—pure gold crowned with a roaring lion, the details so fine it might as well have drawn breath. He, in turn, received a sword, sharp as whispered insults, its hilt adorned with a gemstone black as the depths between stars.

There was polite, dutiful applause from the lords and ladies gathered—Genna Lannister among them, her grin wide enough to slice the air like a blade.

Lord Eddard Stark had been present too, his expression unreadable, carved from the same solemn stone as the mountains of his homeland.

As for Robert Baratheon, he had not even witnessed half the spectacle, having collapsed into a drunken stupor hours before the rites had even reached their peak.

The night bloomed into chaotic revelry: drunken songs, whispered scandals, fleeting touches behind the great pillars. And then—a bellow from one of the fools, loud and leering—that the bedding ceremony would soon commence.

Tywin Lannister’s golden gaze shifted, sharp and unyielding, and he caught it—the way Aurelia's spine snapped into a rigid line, the way her hands stilled against her lap.

Only moments before, she had been listless, detached from the glittering horror unfolding around her.

Now, the shift was undeniable.

He said nothing at first, merely lifted his goblet to his lips and sipped slowly, considering the tableau laid out before him: the drunken guests, the murmuring lords, the scurrying servants. His lady who would not meet his gaze.

And an idea, cold and deliberate, unfurled in his mind like a banner in a winter wind.

When he spoke, it was with the same unyielding finality that he used in council and in battle.

The bedding ceremony, he declared, would not be held tonight.

A few gasps sputtered through the hall—shocked little birds fluttering their dismay—but for the most part, none cared.

Most of the guests had already stumbled out into the night, their bellies full of wine and gossip; the rest were too far gone in their cups to notice, or simply did not dare question Tywin Lannister’s decree.

His eyes, ever the tactician’s, swept the room—and there she was.

Lady Aurelia, twisting the lion ring about her finger, then rising to her feet with hesitant grace. A ghost of a smile played about her lips, but her sapphire gaze never once rose from the flagstones as she walked toward him, step after step.

Tywin Lannister did not need the gods to tell him what he already knew.

The Seven were laughing.

They were laughing at him, making him the fool at his own wedding feast.

𝑺𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 née Corbray

"If you become a bird and fly away from me,"

said his mother, "I will be a tree that you come home to."

𝑺𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 née Corbray

"If you become a sailboat and sail away from me,"

said his mother, "I will become the wind

and blow you where I want you to go."

[insonniacaotica]

I've been obsessed with the idea that the reason Theon Greyjoy started using the bow is because he came across the story of Robb Rivers and, given the homonymy with his Robb, he decided to give it a try. I wrote about it a bit in the second part of the fanfction.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/4691356

[thesunwillshineonusagain757]

I know your blog is very focused on Rhaegar x Lyanna but I wanted to ask what are other Game of Thrones universe ships you like. Can you give me a top 10 ?

This is a really cool question my top 10 is very weird. I like very different couples it’s my crack ship obsession. I’m gonna put an honorable mention to Sigorn x Alys Karstark, Arthur Dayne X Jaime Lannister, Sansa Stark x Margaery Tyrell, they are a cute couples but they don’t make my top 10 !

10. Alysanne Targaryen x Alaric Stark: I mean, I do have an obsession with stark/targaryen, fire and ice, ships so this was no surprise. My head canon is that this helped Alysanne with a lot of trauma from her first trip on Westeros where she was attacked. And I love that Alaric is kind of grumpy at the beginning but warms up to her with time.

9. Jacaerys Velaryon X Cregan Stark : Again stark/targaryen ship, but gay ! Two of the things that I love the most in life. I’m very sad that apparently Cregan won’t be making another appearance in this season of House of the Dragon. Because you know, I just wanted to see my ship or a little bit more of it.

8. Oberyn Martell X Willas Tyrell: This one is kind of complicated; For people that don’t know Willas is a book only character, he is the heir of HighGarden, when he was very young, he went into jousting, and he jousted against Oberyn. But sadly because he was so young and unprepared, he ended up having a very serious injury on his leg. And that caused the Martell’s and Tyrell’s to have even more beef than they already have, but the cool thing is Willas did not blame Oberyn. They became friends after this. So yeah I ship them because this one brings a softer side of Oberyn that we rarely see.

7. Jon Snow x Satin : I mean, bisexual Jon Snow, that’s it.

6. Ned Stark x Jaime Lannister : This one is one of the crack ones, and I know a lot of people will think I’m mad. But if you read the books, and you read Jaime’s POV you know for a fact, he had a huge fat crush on Ned Stark. Also bisexual Jaime Lannister !

5. Lucery Velarys x Aemon Targaryen : Oh we’re getting to the toxic one. This is more like a very dependent on the AU vibe. But I like the idea of forgiveness and growth. 

4. Brienne of Tarth x Jaime Lannister: I mean, you don’t really have to explain this one. it’s amazing. It’s probably the best thing that happens to Jamie in the books and in the series, and I will be eternally bitter of how they were treated in the tv show.

3. Arya Stark X Aegon Martell Targaryen : This the one that is the most cracked ship of all of them, but hear me out, yes, I know that the possibility of young Griff, being Aegon, is very slim, but I don’t care. 

2. Lyanna Stark x Jaime Lannister : I’m usually attracted to ships that are opposites attract, but that is not the case of this one. I would like to make the claim that Jamie Lannister and Lyanna Stark, are virtually the same person in different fonts. Middle child, of dysfunctional family, that lost their mom, has a very ambitious dad, and a kid that has to grapple with the weight of societal ecxpectations, but at heart are both rebellious. 

1. Rhaegar Targaryen x Lyanna Stark : I mean, this one is my OTP, of all the ships of all time. It’s my sensitive boy, and my tomboy girl, they’re everything to me and no, I will not be questioned or hear any criticism for it!