#modern margaery

[ser-zoras]

In modern asoiaf brienne still swears fealty to cat because she breaks her arm while she’s out dirtbiking with renly and co. and since none of them have ever broken their arm before, brienne convinces herself she’s faking it and continues biking and all of her friends are a little bit high and manage not to notice. the only reason brienne gets to the hospital at all is because loras was forced to bring margaery because mace is super overprotective and wouldn’t let her stay home alone even though she’s fifteen so she’s sitting on a lawn chair outside the bike loop wearing yellow heart shaped sunglasses and drinking lemonade while drawing a star chart for sansa, and she sees brienne ride by with a clearly broken arm and is like “dude. the fuck happened to you” and renly hears this and is like “shit your dad’s gonna kill me” so he and loras drive brienne to the emergency room but they ask if they can leave because hyle and the gang are still dirtbiking and brienne says sure she’ll be fine so she sits in the emergency room for a few hours until someone gets her and cat turns out to be her nurse and sets her bones all the while talking about her various problems because she is Stressed Out™️ (her son bought his girlfriend a promise ring, her younger son’s physical therapy isn’t going well, her daughter bit a kid yesterday) and brienne is totally unresponsive, like not even blinking, so cat assumes she can’t hear her, and when cat finally finishes, brienne, who is actually just super nervous and was trying to be polite by not interrupting, looks up at the woman who has just given her attention and mild painkillers and fixed her bones with eyes full of love and is like. Do you know that I would die for you and cat, unsure of what to say, is like 👍.

on the way back from the emergency room renly and loras manage to crash renly’s 2023 Subaru forester into a tree for unrelated reasons and this is somehow blamed on brienne.

[asongofstarkandtargaryen]

Modern au! job for Cersei:

She's a former miss Westeros and currently is very famous as a fox news anchor. She's insecure about the tv channel hiring any younger woman so she sabotages Sansa Stark's attempt to be hired (she also spreads vile rumors about Sansa in her anonymous twitter, is behind the #cancellingSansa hashtag and basically makes the poor girl's life a hell for a long period of time). So imagine Csrsei's surprised Pikachu face when the younger and pretty Margaery is not only hired by the tv channel but also replacing her as the tv channel's main star.

[atopvisenyashill]

@fantasynovel no fr bc i feel like asoiaf is almost infamous for having terrible fanfic. like there wasn’t a huge boom in fic and fandom for asoiaf until like 2011-2012 ish (essentially right as the show took off - i started reading the series bc fucking everyone online was talking about it, and i think s2 had just started airing when I picked it up), so even though the fandom is quite old, there really wasn’t people writing huge amounts of fic until the show started bc at that point, like,, there’s no point in trying to contain fanfiction when the fandom is that big lmao.

but there’s PLENTY of huge fandoms that started around the same time or AFTER that have better fic and a decade + is plenty of time for everyone to get their act together so idk why asoiaf fic just sucks 😭😭 it feels like most of it is written by casual show watchers even tho i would say like 99% of fanfic writers are NOT going to be casual fans, but you just get really simplistic readings of the characters, or really ooc stuff, or just like. badly written porn lmao.

[lovingnatalya]

THE YEARS TO COME

rhaenyra targaryen x alicent hightower

Rhaenyra and Alicent, and their years together, from college to happily ever after.

I. 2022

Rhaenyra expects her first year at university to be full of parties, what she doesn't expect, is to lose her head over a pretty girl with big brown eyes.

II. 2030

If Aegon had stayed awake for just two more seconds, he would have noticed the confusion on his mother's face. And then the realization, which turned into sadness. But he had missed all that, already immersed in the world of dreams.

[westerosoliviapope]

From the Scandal Westeros Drafts Folder...

She gazes straight through the mirror, imagining exactly where Stannis sits. "My husband was an energetic, virile man. I enjoyed our intimacy very much."  Davos sighs, running an anxious finger over his missing joints. "Mrs. Baratheon, can you understand why someone familiar with your husband's…proclivities would find this hard to believe?"  "Don't say another bloody word, Margaery."  "If my dear good brother wants to have a contest to decide who's better acquainted with Renly's cock, let's do it face to face instead of hiding behind a lackey like a craven." 

(Uh oh. Somebody is not having any of Stannis' shit in the next update. LOL)

[fanficdoggo]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Margaery&Renly (platonic), Renly/Loras (mentioned) Summary: It's laundry day.

Living with your brother’s boyfriend has many pros and cons, Margaery has come to learn. This, however, belongs in quite possibly its own category.

“Renly,” Margaery says as she enters the kitchen around 6 in the evening. “What in the hell are you wearing?”

The “Queer King” as his older brothers took to calling him years before Margaery or Loras knew him, is dressed in a fluffy gold bathrobe -haphazardly tied across his chest- flamingo swim trunks, and rainbow house slippers.

“It’s laundry day, Margaery dear,” he replies curtly, but clearly playfully, around a mouthful of shredded cheese.

The red head looks him up in down with her best “I’m not judging you but I’m totally judging you” look and tsks. “Clearly.”

Renly clutches at his invisible pearls and they both devolve into a giggle fit.

“Really though,” Margaery says as their giggles subsides, “Loras will be here in about thirty minutes.”

Renly gawks at her. “You’re kidding me.”

“Nope, he texted me about five minutes ago because you weren’t answering your phone,” she responds coly. 

“Oh shit, I need to get dressed,” he yelps, his snack lying forgotten on the counter. 

“Yes, good luck,” Margaery replies as she turns to leave.

Renly grabs her hand, “Oh, no. You have to help me pick out something.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I would simply sit nude in my room and wait for him to come fuck me.”

Margaery tsks. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

“Then I’ll invite the first fuckboy that responds to me to come fuck me.”

They stare at each other for a long moment.

“Yes, fine I’ll help you,” she concedes turning to walk to her room.

Renly grins widely. “Thank you.”

[madamebaggio]

Notes: It has definitely being a while here...

(Previously)

***

Chapter 3

Gawain watched the whole thing with a sort of morbid fascination.

Lancelot was a huge prick, so it wasn’t that shocking that he’d bring three strange women to the table, even though he was already in a relationship.

It was interesting that Dagonet had been the one to show interest in anyone. It was unheard of. The big man was extremely quiet and private, and Gawain himself had never -ever- seen him with a woman.

Not that he felt like he was about to see it now, because Dagonet lacked game. Seriously. The poor guy was acting as he usually did -taciturn and quiet -which wasn’t helpful when there was interest in a lady.

Gawain couldn’t quite gauge if the woman herself had any interest. She was talking to Gin about rugby -which they’d both played at some point- but she wasn’t paying particular attention to Dagonet. At the same time, Gawain didn’t think she was deliberately ignoring him.

It mostly looked like she hadn’t noticed his interest.

But her friend had.

The one with cat-like eyes -and smirk -was obviously keeping an eye on the situation.

Now that one… Yeah, she was something else.

Brienne was clearly quiet -and perhaps a bit shy -and Sansa was a sweetheart. She had a great smile and everything. But this Margaery… Yeah, she was in a league of her own.

You know, and hot as fuck. Gawain figured she was the type to get whatever she wanted with a well placed smile and a softly spoken word.

And apparently she wanted to get her friend laid, which would get his friend laid, so he wasn’t particularly opposed to whatever she had in mind.

He just liked participating.

“So…” He got a bit closer, so he could speak mostly to her. “What are my friend’s chances here? Realistically speaking?”

She gave him a careful look, her pretty blue eyes taking him in. “If he doesn’t open his mouth? Pretty slim.”

Gawain snorted. “Trust me, love. I’ve never seen him even look at someone how he looks at her, but asking him to talk might be a bit much.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “Love?”

“Only if you play nice.” He winked at her.

That little smirk of hers got bigger. “Tell me about Prince Charming.”

Gawain frowned. “The one who kissed Snow White?”

“No. Your cute friend with the curls who’s looking at Sansa.”

“Galahad? Prince Charming?”

“He does have that look about him.” She pointed out.

He supposed so… If Gawain was the type of comparing his friends with princes and shit. “He’s all nice.” He told Margaery. “The type you take home to meet your parents.”

“How fortuitous.” She drawled. “Sansa is the kind of gal that likes that type of boy.”

“Should I give him a nudge?” Gawain offered.

She seemed to consider this quite seriously. “It might be a good thing if you do. He looks quite sweet, but also…”

“Slow?”

“I was going to say shy.”

He snorted and took a sip from his beer. “Sure you were, love.”

“Not sure I like this ‘love’ thing.”

He eyed her carefully. Gawain would never press his attention on an uninterested lady. But Margaery wasn’t uninterested; she was having fun. He could see the mischievous glint in her eyes.

He leaned in closer once again. “You do.”

She chuckled. “At least someone here is sure of themselves.”

Gawain shrugged. “I’ve never been much for beating around the bush. You look good, I look good, the beer is good…”

That made her laugh for real. “Oh, I like you.”

“I knew you had good taste.”

***

“I think your friend and Gawain hit it off.” Gin whispered to Brienne.

Brienne looked at the pair in question, and -sure enough -Gawain seemed to be charming Margaery.

It was always a bit tricky with the other woman, and hard to say if she was playing a man or not, but Brienne believed her smile was real. Maybe she was having fun here.

“And I think Galahad has a crush on Sansa.” Gin pointed at the curly haired man who was finally talking to Sansa, his smile gentle and sweet.

“He looks nice.” Brienne said carefully.

“He is.” Gin assured her. “How about you?”

“Me?” Brienne frowned.

“Yes. How about…” She seemed to rethink what she was about to ask, and change directions. “Is there anyone you’re interested in?”

“Oh, no.” Brienne was quick to deny. “I’m normally just a wingwoman. Sansa and Margaery get all the attention.”

“Well, I didn’t ask about them.” Gin said carefully. “I’m asking you. If there’s someone who caught your eye.”

“I don’t normally…” Brienne cleared her throat. “Men are usually intimidated by my height. So I’ve stopped paying attention.”

“If they’re intimidated, then they aren’t real men, love.” Gin said decisively, putting her pint down. “Dagonet!” She called.

Brienne felt herself blushing. Why was she calling him over?

“Yes?” He asked, approaching them.

“Is Brienne too tall?”

He frowned, as if the question didn’t make any sense. “No.”

“Is it intimidating?” Gin pressed.

“Why would it be?” He asked, confused.

“Isn’t she absolutely lovely?”

“Gin…”

“Obviously.” He said, no hesitation whatsoever.

Well… Now that made Brienne blush.

[disregardcanon]

Chirp on about Good Bones

Fandom: asoiaf

Pairing: Sansa/Margaery

Summary:

Sansa and Margaery dated during college but they weren't able to make it work. After the breakup Sansa ended up in an unhappy marriage to Joffrey Baratheon while Margaery moved home to work for her family's real estate firm. Now, Sansa is recently divorced and living with Jeyne Poole... in the same town as Margaery. Can romance blossom again as Sansa attends Margaery's open house?

[vampelanovela]

If I said Sansa, Margaery, Brienne what then.

[littlequeens]

margaery curls her legs under her, setting a fluffy white throw blanket over her and loras. the television screen flashes before them, another episode of their new favorite show, bridgerton, beginning again.

❛ There's no way that Anthony Bridgerton is straight. He's too good looking, too well groomed for a Regency era man. He's gay...and I'm going to make a PowerPoint about it. ❜ @ach1llean remarks.

margaery throws her head back and laughs, red wine sloshing in her glass. ❛ oh, please let me know the moment you've finished it! i'm dying to hear your thoughts on the matter. lady whistledown doesn't call him a capital R rake for no reason. ❜ withholding a giggle, she flashes him a coy smile over the rim of her glass before taking a sip. ❛ but I think we can all agree on one thing and it's that everyone is jealous of kate sharma. so very jealous. ❜

[bcbliophile]

@incissam asked: # Lets see one for Dany from Margy too.

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[queenvhagar]

Something I've realized about the women characters of HOTD is that they seem to be aware of modern politics and sensibilities in that they seem to be detached from their time and place in a sense.

Realistically, women in these worlds would want the same thing men do in the situations that they're in. When their families' lives are threatened, when their power is threatened, they are willing to go to war. They want vengeance and justice. They want their enemies to pay for what they've done. They want power and security for themselves and those dear to them. Some have hard power, like dragons or skill with the blade, that they can and will use to achieve their goals. In ASOIAF this is Daenerys, Brienne, Arya, and more. Some have soft power, like charisma, influence, and political knowledge, that they can and will achieve their goals. This is Cersei, Sansa, Margaery, and more. All of these tools and weapons are willingly yielded by their users to help themselves and their families to survive and to thrive.

Yet the women of HOTD seem to view these things differently. They stay stuck on the fact that men don't listen to them, instead of using the tools available to them to do anything about it and help themselves as GOT characters would. When Rhaenyra is talked over by her small council, instead of making a show of force or demonstrating her ability to lead and make competent decisions about warfare, all she does is accept what others tell her to do and then complain about it in private. When Alicent is ignored in the small council, instead of using her influence to convince her vulnerable son the king to do as she wants, she puts him down and isolates herself further. Despite the many decisions that these women could take to help themselves or act in any way that could help their situation, they are stagnant and passive.

It's almost as if these women are stuck on their victim status, in that they view themselves as victims in ways that the GOT women have either long accepted as truth or have been socialized to view differently. The women of HOTD know it's not okay for women to be talked down to, they know it's not okay for women to be interrupted or ignored, they know it's bad that nobody takes them seriously, whereas this is barely a thought of the GOT women, for whom it is a part of the world they've already adapted to and they know how to navigate around. Somehow it seems like the HOTD women are consistently shocked and surprised into inaction by the very fact that sexism exists in their world, despite the fact it's been there their whole life and they've never known differently.

This is what I mean when I say that the women of HOTD feel as though they're separate from their time and place. It's as if they exist outside the narrative, outside of this time and place somehow, based on the decisions they make and the way they behave. Instead of acting as others would in their time and place, they frequently seem as if they are aware of modern sensibilities and politics and it's these things that guide their thoughts, decisions, or dialogue. Their awareness of this prevents them from going to war when they have good reason to want to, and realistically any woman in this universe would willingly go to war, and it makes them say certain things that seems almost out of place in the context of the time and place that sound at times as if the writers are using them as a mouthpiece.

Yet the men of the story behave more faithfully to time and place. They desire action, they desire vengeance, they are allowed to feel angry for themselves and they are allowed to want power for the sake of it. They get to be more fully fleshed out in their motivations and personalities. They're believably a part of this time and place. The men behave no differently than the men of GOT save differences in character and context, but the women are so distinctly different from the women of GOT in terms of how they're allowed to feel, speak, and act.

[15-lizards]

ASOIAF modern AU class/wealth distinctions bc in the wise words of Mod Sam from the Inn at The Crossroads Discord: “i love modern aus where theyre like oh yeah the lannisters are filthy rich and here's the starks, piling into a minivan to go to public school. they would not fucking do that”

Lannisters: Private jets and COO/CEO/CFO positions at the family company and plain white tshirts that cost $5000. 1% of the 1%. They’re the Roys we already know this no need to elaborate.

Starks: they’re a rugged type of Minnesota/North Dakota/Wyoming wealth. Land rich. Own ranches and mining operations and oil drilling companies. Ppl think they’re normal bc they look like average farmers until they get a tour of their 300,000 acres and private mountain. Seem down to earth but grew up breeding ranch horses, don’t really understand what a car note is, and Nedcat paid for all the starklings college apartments. Also wear normal looking vests and ranching jeans and boots that cost absurd amounts

Tyrells: masters at the “quiet wealth” bullshit. Wayyyy older money compared to the Lannisters, and aren’t aggressive/scrappy like them bc of it. Literal aristocracy like lords or barons or some shit. Multiple residences, family tradition of politics, and loads of passive income. Maybe run a newspaper or two and own some global shipping companies bc of their merchant roots or whatever. Margaery was at one of those international debutante balls for the ubër-wealthy.

Tullys: Not as rich as the Tyrells or Lannisters but still nothing to scoff at. Not upper middle class but more like lower rungs of the upper class. Family tradition of sending all the kids to boarding school (that’s where Lysa got pregnant 🙂‍↕️) and they have some nice yachts and the like. Have one really nice permanent house on the river, a summer house upstate, and an apartment in the city. Normal enough to blend in with most people at their school. Also made their money thru shipping lanes.

Martells: Southern oil barons. Nymeria emigrated over and immediately discovered oil on her apparently shitty piece of land. Thousands of acres dedicated to drilling and cattle ranching. Awful for the environment but greenwash the fuck out of their business. Good at being a man of the ppl despite literally being in the one percent. Very publicly donate to progressive charities and causes to offset the backlash they get from pay the people who work for them slave wages. People stan them on Twitter because they’re hot and not like other billionaires.

Baratheons: slightly newer money but old enough to have no excuse to act the way they do. Loud annoying displays of wealth. Made their fortune mostly because they were good at being overly aggressive when it came to the stock market or sales or smthn idk what they do. Robert buys an egregious house in Florida where him and some other rich repulsive republicans do Labor Day weekend on their yachts with women they paid to be there. Absolutely terrible at saving their money (except Stannis and kinda Renly) and quite literally have to have their accounts frozen by their investment bankers. Actively going bankrupt.

Greyjoys: Not even rich anymore. Had a sizable shipping company at one point before they got poached bought out by the Lannisters. Also they engaged in too much tax fraud and embezzlement so now no one wants to touch them with a ten foot pole. Still live in their dilapidated cliffside house that’s literally ab to crumble into the sea. Theon got to live with the Starks bc once the Greyjoys got audited Ned felt bad.

Targaryens: REAL old money that stretches back like at least 500 years. Have had multiple income sources over the years and almost all of it is blood money of some kind and extracted through violence :) Giant ass portraits of their ancestors in their multiple residences, they all speak Valyrian at home, and they don’t even go to school it’s just private tutors. Obscene wealth that isn’t even fathomable to most people. Famously bred race horses and hunting dogs for a while until there was some familial infighting about ownership of the racetracks and stables and that collapsed. Got audited and investigated twenty years ago and Aerys just killed himself instead of going to jail.

[westerosoliviapope]

IN THE LATEST UPDATE...

Jon gets his head rung like a bell and is starting to snap out of it.

Theon makes a discrete gesture of gallantry (while riding around quoting Jay-Z lyrics)

Margaery Tyrell receives an interesting offer.

Daemon says goodbye—without saying it all.

Sarella rides high on her latest conquest. And receives an unexpected visitor.

[fanficdoggo]

Locked In - Drabble

Pairing: Ygritte/Jon, Ygritte/Robb, Margaery/Jon, Margaery/Robb Summary: Four dipshits get locked in a closet.

“How the fuck did we get here?” Ygritte asks.

Being locked in a storage room with one other person is cramped. Being locked in a room with three others is something akin to being in a sardine tin.

Jon, Robb, Margaery, and Ygritte are all stuck in a relatively small space, made only smaller by the rather large stark Men.

“I could break down the door,” Robb offers.

Margaery shakes her head. “You’d have to pay to fix it,” she tells him. Robb hmphs but accepts her words.

“What if we just started yelling?” Jon offers.

“That might work,” Ygritte adds.

“God no, they’ll think we’re being murdered,” Margaery points out.

A silence stretches between them for a long moment.

“What if we start making out?” the archer asks coyly.

Jon cackles. “That works with me.”

Robb nods along happily, always willing to make mischief.

Margaery raises an eyebrow before shrugging. “Why not?”