#ours is the fury

[sunfyre-targaryen]

House Baratheon

of Storm's End

Ours Is The Fury

credits: divider created by @zaldritzosrose

this is the last house at the moment. ✨

[ginny-anime]

Lady Jocelyn Baratheon in her older years.

[berriesandcherry]

Why wasn't Orys/Aegon unfaithful ?

Instead of explaining, let me show you what would've happened if Argella, Rhaenys or Visenya found out

[ohnoitsmyra]

the storm lord

[fromstormsend]

BARATHEONS + their metals

[grey-joys]

Stannis is like if a guy whose parents forced him to be an accountant with no prospects was forced to be an anime protagonist

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

IMAGINE:

If Arya was a Lannister The image does not belong to me. Possible timeline and wording errors, sorry.

-Remember the baby who cried and struggled to survive, thinking it was a boy? Well no, it was a girl.

-The baby survived to Cersei and Robert's peace of mind, both of them finally agreeing on something.

-Cersei had a long list of names, preferably originating from Casterly Rock. Meanwhile, Robert was over the moon. It took about 30 days for him to finally choose a name, Cersei had never been so embarrassed of her lord husband (for the moment).

-The king named her Arya. It turns out that, in those thirty days, he was messaging his lifelong best friend Ned Stark, asking for advice on a good name and how to be a good father. Ned upon reading that the girl was born with black hair like her father and watery eyes (I don't know if Baratheon blue or brown like show! Robert, how do you prefer it?), without hesitation sent him several respectable northern names and one of them was Arya. The king loved it, it sounded like Lyanna. Actually, he planned to call her that but his Lannister wife gave him the most murderous look when he vaguely commented on it, to test the waters.

-Arya Lannister grew up with all the luxuries and attentions of her position. However, the years passed and so did the resentment between Robert and Cersei.

-Arya from an early age, was rebellious. That pleased Cersei, it reminded her of when she was a child, and instead of Tywin forbidding her something, Cersei granted it. So she learned to ride, to train with wooden swords and to know about war strategies. However, Cersei had her limits: like to know how to behave like a lady, to know how to sew perfectly, to present herself with other children of her rank, little things like that.

-Robert loved it, saw the wildness in her blood and imagined that Arya was the daughter he and Lyanna Stark might have had. Arya was teasing, mischievous and enjoyed roaming the halls of the Red Keep.

-Every time Cersei looked at her, she felt a sneer at her strong resemblance to her father. That was when she was about eight to nine years old. Her walk, her tone of voice, her expressions, it was something she couldn't stand. She let him drop out of her "boy" classes despite Robert's protest, following the advice her father Tywin had given her years before.

-"You should act, as well as x lady," "speak as a maiden should," and "is that the best attire you have, call your maids." It was Arya's day to day life.

-But Arya Lannister was proud. When lions do not fight, they hide and continue to fight from another perspective. She ran away, looked for hiding places, begged her father to oppose her mother (unsuccessfully).

To make matters worse, baby Joffrey arrived. He was blond and identical to his mother, to the point that he absorbed all her attention. Arya had annoyed him a little, but then she was glad, she could have more freedom to do what she wanted.

She made all the fuss she could that caught Tywin Lannister's attention. Annoyed, he traveled with Tyrion to reassure his first granddaughter. When it was hinted to become his ward, Cersei's denial was immediate (she knew firsthand her father's cruelty even to his own blood), then, the second idea was for Tyrion to serve as nanny, practically.

The king was amused and agreed to the deal. Not knowing the impact his uncle Tyrion would have on little Arya's life.

Quickly, Tyrion settled in and engaged in wry talks with the young Lannister. They both fled Cersei's wrath, sometimes with her uncle Jaime acting rather strangely around Arya.

When Arya bled, it was the worst day of her life. An ambitious and spiteful Cersei, a cold Tywin and a friendly Robert, were looking to see which would be her best match.

That was when Arya went from being a little girl to being a woman.

[onthesandsofdreams]

Ours Is The Fury [1/?]

Pairing: Jaime/Cersei Characters: Jaime and Cersei Lannister, Robert, Stannis and Renly Baratheon Warnings: Sibling Incest, Period Typical Attitudes & Sexism, Strong Language

On AO3

Cersei and Jaime do not notice the shadow creeping behind them.

They are mad with want and lust, in desperate need for place where to satiate it. They should know better. They should know better than to tempt fate when Cersei is wedded to the living embodiment of their house words.

If Robert were to find them, they would die.

But then again, when you feel invinsible; when you have spent years laying with your brother in the shadows and bearing his children. When you have fooled all those little, simpering fools, what do you have to fear?

In truth? Everything.

For it only needs a spark to light up everything and ruin lives and names. But what does a Lannister care? What does a child raised by Tywin Lannister has to fear? Nothing. For Tywin is ruthless and rich. And for all his buster, Robert owes him, and she has done her wifely duties and given him children.

They should have noticed the shadow.

But they do not.

They enter a room and in one second, they are tearing their clothes off, desperately kissing as if they could only take breath from each other's mouth.

Jaime Lannister pays worship to the only Goddess her knows. He does not know if the East has any Goddess of Love, and he does not need to know it, for in his eyes, there is only one: His sister, Cersei.

For Cersei Lannister, Jaime is the only man besides her beautiful Rhaegar who is worthy of love. They are one, they are soulmates and they belong together. That glutonous Robert Baratheon is nothing but the means that placed her rightful crown in place.

And they do not notice the shadow stopping in front of the door.

They do not notice, for they are lost in each other. They ruth like animals, desperate moans and groans and the sound of skin slapping skin making an erotic melody that alongside the scent, makes them drunk in each other. They are completely blind to the world outside of their little den of sin.

Outside, the shadow gags.

Oh, the shadow knew that Cersei was a whore, but he never thought she was an incestual whore. Robert needed to know this. And he would be the one who told him.

It would be him who toppled that arrogant bitch off the throne she thinks belongs to her. The throne is Robert's alone and it will up to him to make sure Robert gets to keep it. He will not allow this whore and her whoreson of a brother to spit on the Baratheon name, nor mess with Robert's line.

(The shadow does not know it is too late for that.)

But he needs to make sure. Sounds can be explained away, a prank for fools, they felt watched and wanted to catch whomever was stalking them. He is sure that they would find any way to justify this. And so, the shadow places his hand on the door knob and in one swift moment, he swings the door open.

Cersei and Jaime Lannister freeze. She screams and Jaime Lannister bolts into action, from his boots he pulls a dagger and in the blink of an eye, he stabs the shadow.

The shadow gasps and tries to reach for his own dagger, But Jaime is faster, one punch and a kick to his grown and he is falling down. The dagger is still embeded in his side.

The pain near blinds him when he falls on it.

Jaime doesn't flinch, he steps on the dagger, and then near it. The pain is too much, Jaime kicks his head again and again, and the shadow's vision turns black.

~~

"Fetch his Grace, it's Lord Renly. He's been stabbed!"

It is a passing knight who finds the crumpled form of Renly Baratheon bleeding on the floor.

"And fetch Lord Stannis!" Another guard yells.

"Get the maester!"

Renly Baratheon is carefully moved into a chamber near Robert's by his order. Stannis Baratheon orders his men to stand guard day and night for his brother's sake. "Not one slip", Stannis grunts, his fury near as incandescent as Robert's own.

Lord Renly Baratheon lays in bed as Maester Pycelle does his best. In the end, he says that he may yet live. He is not sure, but he will tend to him with utmost care, the Lord of Storm's End will receive nothing but the best of care.

"You better", Robert grunts, his face full of thunder and rage. Those watching the king hope whomever has done this has fled the city. It would be a mercy that way than finding themselves in the crosshairs of the King and Lord Stannis.

~~

Two brothers who seldom see eye to eye stand guard.

Their youngest lays unconcious and wounded, unsafe. Robert, in a moment of complete clarity, he turns towards Stannis. "They will pay." His voice promises fiery retribution. "Whomever did this, we will find them and they will pay."

Stannis looks at his brother and he looks at the man who brought down a Targaryen dynasty, who squashed a rebellion in the Iron Islands, who, regardless of many things, is his elder brother. Then turns and looks at the prone body of the little boy he did his best to keep alive during the rebellion. He nods. "Aye. They will. They will pay."

Both brothers stand, shoulder to shoulder, as their parents would have wanted them to be in less dire circumstances. They stand, shoulder to shoulder, setting aside their troubles and their differences, their little brother needed them.

As one, they speak, "For Ours Is The Fury."

~~

Away from everything, Jaime and Cersei pace. There is no word on Renly yet. Jaime frets, he will have to finish the job, doesn't he? He turns towards his beloved sister.

"I am sure," he tries to sound casual, "that we could do something…"

He does not need to say anything, Cersei gives a sharp nod. "Find someone", she orders.

Jaime nods, the things he did for love.

[ladystarksneedle]

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Eddard II

His voice had grown so loud that his horse whinnied nervously beneath him. The king jerked the reins hard, quieting the animal, and pointed an angry finger at Ned.

“I will kill every Targaryen I can get my hands on, until they are as dead as their dragons, and then I will piss on their graves.”

Ned knew better than to defy him when the wrath was on him. If the years had not quenched Robert’s thirst for revenge, no words of his would help.

“You can’t get your hands on this one, can you?” he said quietly.

The king’s mouth twisted in a bitter grimace. “No, gods be cursed.”

[theancientwise]

While watching "House of the Dragon" 1x10

Borros Baratheon to Lucerys Velaryon: "Go home, pup, and tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not a dog she can whistle up at need to set against her foes!"

Robert Baratheon: THAT'S MY ANCESTOR!

[ginny-anime]

The fact that his blood was on the iron throne in the games of thrones era is crazy to think about

(Robert Baratheon is his descendant)

[docpiplup]

Previous post: The sigil of House Stark

The next one is the sigil and motto of House Baratheon, by Tomislav Tomić.

(In the Asoiaf Spanish editions, Ours is the fury is "Nuestra es la Furia")

The king's pavilion was close by the water, and the morning mists off the river had wreathed it in wisps of grey. It was all of golden silk, the largest and grandest structure in the camp. Outside the entrance, Robert's warhammer was displayed beside an immense iron shield blazoned with the crowned stag of House Baratheon.

Eddard VII, A Game of Thrones

[sarcasticsweetlara]

Midnight Memories

Jocelyn x Aemon

Warning: Targcest, heavy make out

Part II of Admiration

Summary: Jocelyn and Aemon address the attraction between them.

Rolling over her bed Jocelyn harshly removed the bedsheets from her body.

Sleep had been evading since a week ago.

And even though she tried to sleep she couldn't and she knew why.

She couldn't help but think about Aemon.

Alysanne had told her one week ago that Jaehaerys and her were looking for lords who would be good suitors for her and dignified enough for a lady with both the blood of Old Valyria and the Storm Kings.

"We will find the perfect match for you Jocelyn, don't worry." Had said Jaehaerys.

But she didn't want one of those suitors.

She was sure she wanted Aemon.

Ever since they were kids they were close, and with time her feelings evolved and she often basked in the sight of Aemon training or doing something for her.

But yet she didn't know if Aemon felt the same for her.

Groaning, she got up from the bed and looked for the robe near her door and once she placed it on her body she ventured out.

It was not the first time she got up to walk in the middle of the night, she had done it may times before.

With her iridescent lantern she was strolling through the corridors, tracing the heraldry in the walls and looking at the fireflies.

"What are you doing here late at night Jocelyn?"

A voice startled her almost making her drop the lantern.

"Aemon!" She yelled

"You scared me!" She regained her composure as she took a breath.

"You know, I could ask you the same."

"Well, I guess I like to look at the fireflies, and you?"

"I" Jocelyn took a minute to look at the fireflies too.

"I couldn't sleep, and I thought a night walk could help me."

"I see, sleep come to us after we calm ourselves." He nodded.

They remained there, looking at the fireflies, each of them didn't say anything as they didn't want to ruin the moment.

"I always thought fireflies are wonderful, how they light the darkness."

"They are beautiful."

They got back to the silence but Jocelyn now felt uneasy, she never liked the feeling that she was hiding something from Aemon.

"Jaehaerys and Alysanne are trying to find a husband for me."

That now had hid attention and Aemon tilted his head to look at Jocelyn.

"They what?"

"They said I am of age and that they will make sure they will find someone who is worthy of me."

"None of those lords will ever be enough for you Jocelyn." Aemon said seriously.

"What are you saying?"

Aemon had a stern expression but his pale lilac eyes never failed to look at her with kindness.

"You have the blood of the Storm Kings through Argella Durrandon, a woman who never lost her strength, you are the great-granddaughter of Orys Baratheon, Aegon the Conqueror's brother, and you are the daughter of Alyssa Velaryon, someone with the will of the sea, the mountains and iron." Jocelyn slowly got close to Aemon as he talked.

"You deserve more than that."

"And what do you know Aemon? Will you stand before them? You are the rider of Caraxes and you love making tricks with fire, will you fight with perzys ānogār (fire and blood) for me?"

"I would go back to Old Valyria for you Jocelyn."

And then Aemon's lips were over Jocelyn's.

His lips were soft and sweet, Jocelyn thought, while Aemon was euphoric as he felt Jocelyn's salty and bittersweet lips that reminded him of the fruits of Dragonstone.

Aemon breathed Jocelyn out as he devoured her, nipping her lower lip and she placed her hands over his shoulders pulling him closer as she pushed her tongue against his.

Their lips chased each other with passion, their tongues clashing as they caressed their lips and the air they were breathing was now mingled.

They poured their feelings over the kiss, years of hiding how they felt were now being compensated.

They pulled out as they caught their breath but were still close as their chests heaved against each other.

"If you go back to Old Valyria then keep in mind that I will follow you, I will always be by your side." Jocelyn whispered to his lips.

"Then you won't mind if I tell you I want you to be my wife." Aemon pecked her lips and stared into her beautiful dark brown eyes.

"It will be a pleasure." Jocelyn smirked and Aemon chuckled.

This would be a memory they would always remember, how they came to be.

[fromstormsend]

“Her dark hair was cropped short and straight around her head(..)” -AGOT Catelyn VI

After losing her men

“Her hair was black as a raven's wing, so short and shaggy that Alayne suspected that she cut it with a dagger.” -AFFC Alayne II

[grey-joys]

I so fall for the “sullen little boy” shit every time it pops up. I’m like “Maester Cressen’s sad sullen boy” 😫

And then I remember he burns people alive