#pennytree

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Have you ever done speculation on future Dunk & Egg titles? I've been wondering what the title of the final story that would presumably focus on Summerhall would be. I think GRRM once listed The Lord Commander as a title (though I might just be thinking of The Kingsguard), but I think he was LC when the Laughing Storm whose name is currently escaping me sort of rebelled and Dunk settled that? Idk, just curious on your thoughts on future D&E titles

I'm not sure I have any thoughts, sorry? Like, I know that the story with the working title The She-Wolves of Winterfell will have a different title, but I can't think of what the title will be. (The Northern Visitor, The (Really Tall) Household Guard?) As for Summerhall, The Lord Commander is possible, since Dunk was not yet LC during the trial by combat with Lyonel Baratheon (and that story is probably The Champion).

My thing is more about speculating what stories could happen in the working titles GRRM has listed. Like, I think The Village Hero must involve the story of how Pennytree became a royal fief, and thus would involve the Blackwood-Bracken Feud and probably the first time Egg meets Betha. I have the feeling that The Sellsword involves the Third Blackfyre Rebellion, Dunk and Egg either with the Golden Company themselves (as spies for Bloodraven?) or with another mercenary group (maybe the Company of the Rose or the Second Sons?) that encounters the GC right before they invade Westeros, D&E's efforts to end the war, and Aerion (himself a former? Second Son) being a douchebag as always. (Probably he's the one who dishonorably kills Haegon Blackfyre after he surrenders.)

The Champion would have Lyonel's rebellion (and Jenny and her Prince of Dragonflies), so The Kingsguard could include the tourney that has 10-year-old Barristan the Bold as a mystery knight, or the tourney when he was 16 and unhorsed both Duncans and was knighted. Unless The Kingsguard would be Lyonel's war, in which case The Champion could be a story involving the fall of Danelle Lothston, the shift in the course of the Trident (away from the Inn of the Crossroads), and perhaps the time Ser Lymond held the bridge against Ser Maynard. And of course, The Lord Commander would be the Tragedy at Summerhall, and how Dunk saved Rhaella and baby Rhaegar, but in the end died with his king.

But otherwise, I'm not good at devising future D&E titles myself. Hope this helps anyway!

[leianaberrie]

I personally would get behind a Bonnie & Kai remake with different actors too (who closely resemble their predecessors), specifically a couple in their prime years...Because when I think of bonkai I think youth, infatuation, darkness, & a little bit of suffering mixed into one.

I adore Graham & Wood on screen but it feels like their time has sadly passed (as much as I hate to see how the actors were wasted on a flat ending storyline & poor writing decisions). And they butchered Kai's character to the point where I no longer recognize him. And besides the obvious, we know the chances of them getting together in a series/movie is slim to none but a girl can still dream. They will always be the face of bonkai for me.

It's such a shame that Hollywood is so racist because Grahamwood chemistry is one of those rare things that if people were thinking with their wallets and not with their bigotry, some smart producer would have put them in a movie together. A romcom, preferably with a Mr and Mrs Smith flavor. What a waste.

But yeah, I would love to see what new actors/fresh faces would do with these characters or at least a similar dynamic. But that would also mean finding two actors that can repeat Grahamwood chemistry which - while not impossible - will be tricky. (Is it just me or do romantic pairings on screen have less and less chemistry these days?)

I would give my left foot for someone like pennytree's Charade or 'Tis A Season to be made into a feature length film or a limited series. File off the serial numbers and call them different names but give them the same dynamic. Even people who aren't BK or even TVD fans will go crazy over it. The money will just print itself.

[funnypages]

Current announced cast of A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

[rohanneofcoldmoat]

Jaime is going to lose it when he sees those noosemarks.

[warsofasoiaf]

Do you think Arlan intended to knight Dunk, at least any time in the near future prior to his passing? From what I recall Dunk was only in his mid teens at the beginning of the Hedge Knight

Don't really have any characterization for Arlan, but I don't see why not. I doubt Dunk would have stuck around if Arlan was only using him to clean his armor and tend his horse.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

[zetaaa]

Written by the amazing @bussdowntarthiana, this is one of the smartest (and most "dangerous"!!!) fics I stumbled in, in these 10.000 fics amazing journey. It led me directly to...(OK, NO SPOILER, just a pic)

[beyondmistland]

Why do you think Ser Arlan of Pennytree never actually knighted Dunk?

Simple. He died before he had the chance to. Remember Dunk is only 16 or 17 at the start of THK.

Thanks for the question, anon

[naerys-arryn]

Daughter of Daeron:

Could we have snippet of Dunk's first meeting with Princess Naerys?

"That's Princess Tyrell," Arlan grunted, jerked his head subtly towards the end of the hall.

Dunk couldn't resist the urge and peered down the hall with wide eyes and bit back a gasp. He had seen the Targaryens a few times in their litters and there were more than a hundred dragonseeds teaming around town, but she was more beautiful than all somehow.

Maybe it was because she was clean, but Princess Tyrell was put together in a way only prized whores could be with their rich patrons decorating them to show their preference. She was also more, violet eyes searching and unearthly as walks towards them, her young son and heir, little Lord Daven and his elder sister, Lady Cordelia followed her as she approached...them.

Why was she approaching them? Dunk could feel a flustered flush creep up his face at being before the Princess, him a son of someone who is likely a criminal speaking to a princess? What a jape! Surely, she'd speak to Ser Arlan and ignore Dunk entirely!

"Ser Arlan Pennytree." the princess greeted. "Your brother is well after the wound he took in the battle, nasty business, I'm afraid."

"Yes, quite awful." Ser Arlan agreed. He shoved Dunk foward an, andd he tried not to squeak in fright as he met the gaze of the princess. Hurriedly, he dropped his head and bowed deeply.

"Princess!" he cried.

A soft tinkling laughter. "Be at peace, little squire. You come from King's Landing, do you not? So do I, can't say I miss the smell of shit, but the smell of roses is hardly better."

Duncan stared up at the princess with wide eyes and stayed silent. The princess exchanged a goodbye with Ser Arlan and in a flurry of skirts escorted her children, both with hair the color of roasted chestnuts away.

[firebloodsong]

“The summers have been shorter since the last dragon died, and the winters longer and crueler” ~Arlan of Pennytree, The Hedge Night

[spider-stark]

THE GOLD TANKARD

Benjicot Blackwood x Smallfolk!Reader

Summary - Benji is a regular at the tavern you work at—and you're starting to think he's forgetting his coin on purpose.

Warnings - fem!reader, kieran burton fan cast, all characters 18+, suggestive/sexual language, not edited bc I'm lazy and wrote this for fun in like an hour

Word Count - 650+

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The Gold Tankard was a shit-house of an inn. Famous mostly for its basement-tavern, it had been built ages ago in the heart of Pennytree—a derelict village lying smack in the center of the disputed border of House Blackwood and House Bracken. 

After many, many years of existence, the Tankard has fallen into a blatant state of decay. Cracks spiderweb up the side of stone walls, woodworms infest the cedar roof overhead, and the carpets are stained with beer and piss and gods-knows-what-else. 

Still, it remains in-business—bringing in coin from the many knights and men traveling through Pennytree, so desperate for a hot meal and a bed that they’re willing to overlook the scuttling bugs and musty aroma. 

And being the resident barmaid isn’t so bad, you suppose. 

At least, not when Benjicot Blackwood is a near-nightly patron of the Tankard. While he's forever forgetting his copper, he's always quite creative in finding other ways to pay for your service—and you have found the Lord to be quite talented with his tongue… 

His grip tight, Benji drags you up the dimly lit stairs leading from the tavern to the narrow halls of the inn above. 

“M’lord,” the title slips past your lips, giggling as you protest, “my shift isn’t over! The girls will be needing me behind the bar and–” 

Benji cuts you off with a groan. Tugging your wrist, he shoves your back flush against the chilly stone wall, caging your body with his. “Is that all you care about? What the girls need?” He leans in close, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. “What about what I need?” 

Pure, unbridled lust dilates his pupils, his storm-cloud eyes nearly devoid of color as they drag over your face. They snag on your lips—and, instinctively, he rolls his hips against yours, a growing hardness pressed to your thigh. 

“I care about getting paid,” you choke out, clawing at the remaining shreds of your composure. “Not all customers are as mingy with their coin as you, M’lord.” 

Warmth fans across your cheeks as Benji huffs a laugh. “So you think I’m mingy, do you?” 

A scowl twists your features, heat rushing to your cheeks. You can tell from his tone—so impish and cheeky—that he’s poking fun at you. What word would a highborn girl have used, then? Oh, you’re so frugal M’lord! So utterly parsimonious! 

Shoving against his weight, you grind out, “I have work to tend to, M’lord–” 

Benji’s grip on you tightens, his other hand coming to cradle the side of your head, fingers weaving themselves into your hair as he presses you back against the wall—harder this time. 

“Oh, don’t be so sensitive, love,” he tuts, lips grazing against your cheekbone, leaving soft kisses in their wake. “You know how I adore your little commonors dialect.” 

Your eyes narrow, frustration bubbling up inside of you. 

“If you wish to insult someone, then I may suggest the whorehouse down the street, M’lord. Barmaids are not forced to endure such abuse—especially from unpaying customers.” 

“Abuse?” Benji’s breath tickles your ear, a shiver crawling down your spine. “Is that what I’m doing?” He pauses, teeth nipping at your earlobe. Your breath catches, and you feel him smirk as he purrs, “Abusing you?” 

Your pulse races, your heart hammering against your chest so fiercely that you fear Benji can feel it, his chest pressed firm against yours. You feel dizzy and off-balance, unable to think of anything other than him—his fingers twined in your hair, his lips on your jaw, his cock against your thigh. 

You feel it waning—the last bits of your composure, torn to ribbons under his touch. It’s only when his mouth comes to rest against yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, that you finally give in. 

Between strangled moans, you say, “You’ll have to be quick."

Benji’s grin is painfully arrogant as he rolls his hips again. “Oh, baby—” a low, raspy chuckle sets a fire in your belly—“quick isn’t in my vocabulary.” 

a/n - idk man I can't write smut so this where it ends I guess lmao. kinda wanna explore more with this reader cause I like the idea of a lil barmaid and benji but we'll see!

as stated in warnings, this wasn't edited in the slightest and I wrote it super quick last night, so apologies for any errors!

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[raybyanothername]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @thiamsxbitch and bestie, we'rebon the same wavelength because writing this week has been like pulling teeth. I'd blame work, but that's been a struggle too so I'm pretty sure it's just me right now. ^^'

Managed to add a bit to this Davron WIP! Though not the section I've copied below... because I haven't decided if I shall be *keeping* any of that bit yet.

"Bracken!" The shout startled Aeron. Between that, and his nerves, it was no wonder his grip on the bow in his hands gave out. He might have preferred it do so in a less dramatic fashion though. Aeron jumped, his bow clattered to the forest floor, and the arrow he'd just notched went flying. A snort erupted behind him as the arrow hit a tree several yards away from where the animal he'd been hunting once stood. Not that any creature remained. Davos Blackwood could probably send even a dire wolf fleeing in the other direction. No one else had a voice quite so grating. Rough, with a deep timber, echoing like a raven's call through his body. Utterly annoying. Aggravating even! "You're on Blackwood land," Davos drawled, arms crossing as Aeron spun around to glare at the man. He was smirking, of course he was. The old scar on his lip twisting up as it always did. Chining rising, Aeron's jaw clenched, "No, it isn't." He gestured eastward, "Widow's Wash is the boundary line from here to Pennytree. This is Bracken land-" Davos snorted, head falling back as he took a step closer. He held his ground, at first, refusing to turn his head or back away. Even though his only weap0n besides the bow at his feet was a skinning knife in his boot. Aeron knew how quick Davos could be with the dagger on his belt. "300 steps from the western bank," Davos reminded him, rocking forward on the balls of his feet. He leaned directly into Aeron's space, teeth snapping as he laughed, "And it only took me 200 steps to get from there to here." "And I'm to take your word for it?" Aeron scoffed, arms crossing and then uncrossing. His jaw clenched. Davos sneered. His arms dropped, one hand falling to his knife, "Are you calling me a liar, Bracken?!" Aeron swallowed. His chin rose up even as his hands began to shake. "You're a Blackwood," Aeron spat out, holding Davos' gaze. "Hardly a difference."

I don't have energy to tag... but if you see this, open invitation. I love seeing other's WIPs. 👀

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Yeah, brothers. ❤️

[tjxtron]

My Love Letter to Dunk and Egg

From the very first moment I encountered the tales of Dunk and Egg, I felt an immediate connection, as if the narrative was a reflection of my own life’s journey. In a series where brotherhood is seen everywhere and used in many ways, i find it poetic that the best representation of brotherhood is between and a low born knight and outcasted prince.

Dunk’s story starts with him standing over the grave of his mentor, Ser Arlan of Pennytree, the only father figure he ever had. In a way, I’ve been in Dunk’s shoes, finding myself alone and trying to make something of myself without much guidance. Dunk decides to carry on Ser Arlan’s legacy, living by the values of a true knight despite his humble beginnings.

As Dunk travels and faces countless challenges, he meets Egg, a young boy who becomes his squire. Dunk doesn’t know that Egg is actually Aegon Targaryen, a prince. This twist is profound because Dunk finds in Egg not just a helper, but a brother. Their relationship, built on mutual respect and loyalty, is the heart of their adventures and the heart of the narrative.

In my own life, I found my “Egg” too—a friend who turned into family. This person, like Egg, showed up unexpectedly and became a rock for me. Together, we’ve faced life’s storms, tackling challenges that seemed impossible. I miss him everyday and this post is as much about him as it is about a series I hold dear to my heart.

I can attest to this claim I will put forth: With such a deep bond comes an equally deep fear—the fear of losing each other. For Dunk, the thought of losing Egg was unbearable. Egg wasn’t just his squire; he was the little brother he never had, the family he always longed for. Every time they faced danger, Dunk’s heart ached with the fear that something might happen to Egg. The world they lived in was treacherous, filled with wars, treachery, and unforeseen threats. The stakes were always high, and the risks were real.

I tell you right now that pain, it's unbearable. That lost of a brother, of that companion you see as family. There were moments when Dunk’s fear for Egg’s safety overshadowed everything else. The idea of failing to protect him, of seeing harm come to the one person who meant the world to him, was a constant, gnawing worry. I must envy this, cause Dunk would no matter what, always found a way to save his brother. Dunk knew that losing Egg would shatter him. It would be like losing a part of himself, a part he could never replace.

Egg, on the other hand, had his own fears. Despite his royal blood and the destiny that awaited him, Egg feared losing Dunk, the one person who saw him for who he truly was—not just a prince, but a boy seeking his place in the world. Dunk’s straightforward honesty and genuine care were a sanctuary for Egg. The thought of Dunk not being there, of facing the world without his brother by his side, was a fear that lurked in the back of his mind.

Their brotherhood was their greatest strength and their greatest vulnerability. It made them brave, but it also made them vulnerable to the deepest kind of pain—the pain of loss. Yet, it was this very fear that made their bond all the more precious. It reminded them of the value of what they had, of how rare and beautiful true brotherhood is.

This art above by Hazem Ameen is truly an expression of what the story is about, to lift others up, especially your brothers. When Dunk kneels before Egg, now King Aegon V Targaryen, and is appointed the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, it’s an emotional moment. It’s the culmination of their journey, the fulfillment of their shared dreams. In my own life, I’ve had moments of triumph that felt just as significant, where the support and love of my closest friend made all the difference.

Dunk’s life before meeting Egg was one of solitude and struggle. He had no family, no true friends, only the dream of becoming a knight like his mentor, Ser Arlan. When Egg came into his life, everything changed. Egg wasn’t just a squire; he was a companion, a confidant, and soon, a brother. In the end, the story of Dunk and Egg is a testament to the power of friendship and the courage it takes to care deeply for someone. Their brotherhood taught me that true companionship is worth every risk and that the fear of loss is a part of loving someone deeply. Dunk and Egg’s journey is a poignant reminder that while the fear of losing a brother can be overwhelming, the strength gained from such a bond is what makes life truly meaningful.

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Warmth

It's really cold where I am, so I am re-reading and collecting stories that make me feel warm. This is not a tangiable theme, just ~vibes, so it might not feel the same for everyone! But all of them are nice and with a happy ending!

This is Halloween by captainellie

Halloween definition: Surprisingly, how two roommates plus two kids become a family.

Marry Me, Because I Want to Date You by elizadunc (Ladybugbear2)

Jaime's been proposing to Brienne since college. Brienne has been taking it as a joke since college.

It started with a dare by WauryD

It’s easy to make someone angry. It’s harder to deal with the fallout of making them smile.

A weird dream makes Brienne question things.

The Shooting Party by sea_spirit

Scotland, 1921. When Brienne finds out her father is bringing an unwelcome guest from her past to join a shooting party at Winterfell, Sansa suggests that she ask her friend Lord Jaime Lannister for his assistance.

An Afternoon at Aerys Ancient Baths by hillaryschu

Brienne accidentally takes Jaime somewhere super sexy for his birthday and they realize it's actually what they both want. A trip to a modern bathhouse.

Found Wanting by dreadwulf

Brienne is still convinced that the entire affair is a joke on her. Surely there is a real bride somewhere in the castle, who will be brought out once the crowd has had a good laugh at the cow in a satin gown. When she said as much to her intended, he said it was surely a joke on them both. Let them laugh, he said. What’s funnier is that Queen Daenerys made the match in the first place – she must have thought them intolerable to one another. The Beauty and the Kingslayer. Surely Brienne could see the humor in it?

pillow talk by djelibeybi

There are still a lot of things Brienne is afraid to say, but she's trying to be brave.

give it a chance Serries by sameboots

In which Jaime is an important person, Brienne is his P.A., Jaime is hard to deal with, and Brienne is very patient.

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“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”

“That’s not why I hate you.” Brienne turns around with the tux in hand to find Jaime looking at her like a kicked puppy. “What?”

“You hate me?”

Jaime actually sounds wounded. Brienne pinches the bridge of her nose.

Let's go our separate ways in the night (But know that you're flying home to me) by ImberReader

The first time Jaime kisses her hand she thinks it's part of his promise that they will meet again. And while she's not technically wrong, it takes two more kisses for her to realizes it's so much more than that.

Madness by RoseHeart

Brienne brings Jaime to the Quiet Isle after Pennytree and tries to save everyone, but no one expected what would happen when Jaime tries to save her.

Ring Them Bells by kirazi

His mouth is set in an unhappy line, and she knows he hears it as a sentence she’s passing on him, a just punishment for his crimes. Good, she thinks, yes. I sentence you to live. Live, and find a way to come to terms with it. Live, and never make me watch you ride to your own grave again.

(Jaime rings the bells, and from there, the future unfolds differently. A story about two tired knights on a slow boat to Tarth, working things out.)

The Alcove by RoseHeart

A one shot inspired by the lovely art by jokertookmypicture.

Jaime and Brienne have survived war and winter. But now they must try to find their new lives amidst something they have never truly experienced before: peace.

Head, Hand, Heart by ddagent

When Jaime slays King Aerys, there is no one to take his place. Ned, fearing a Lannister rise to power, suggests his father’s ward, Brienne of Tarth, take the throne. She reluctantly agrees, and finds an ally in Ser Jaime. His loyalty is given by asking just one question: why.

As the Maid of Tarth becomes Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the Kingslayer becomes Hand to the Queen. And, the longer they spend together, possibly more…

maybe, perhaps, almost by lionoflannistarth (eldritch_beau)

“You haven’t visited the Maester yet, have you?” Brienne asks.

“Oh come now,” Jaime just shrugs, looking up at her with a boyish grin, “you’ve seen me worse.”

Her blue eyes are shining, brimming with life and for a second he feels a mad abandon. She is alive. So is he.

He should just fucking kiss her.

I'm dying to be born again by angel_deux

After the wars are done, Daenerys is queen of the six kingdoms. Jon and Sansa Stark rule the north. And Jaime serves as a hostage in Kings Landing to ensure his brother's good behavior. When Tyrion schemes to see Jaime married off and removed from the city, Jaime is allowed to choose his wife.

He should be happier that the woman he loves is quick to accept his proposal. Except maybe it's too quick. And she just says, "all right". And she calls it sensible.

aka Jaime and Brienne get married to keep the friendship alive, and Jaime pines for his literal wife.

Maiden, Monster, Knight by PrioritiesSorted

The tale was told throughout the Seven Kingdoms: the tale of a mother’s mad grief, the tale of the maiden in the tower, the tale of the dragon who guarded her. A dragon who had once been a girl.

The Unicorn Incident by sdwolfpup

Catelyn needs a unicorn horn. Jaime knows where one is. Brienne is the only virgin she trusts to go with him. Time for a sexually awkward two-person road trip!

cold by djelibeybi

The world is ending soon, she thought. That’s enough to make any man act strangely.

Go On by sdwolfpup

The entirely soft tale of Brienne-with-the-fish and Jaime-with-the-bar, the cheating ex-boyfriend that inadvertently brings them together, and the supportive and exasperated support systems in their lives that help them see that even after heartbreak, life goes on.

Something Real by francoeurs

In which Jaime has a nightmare and overreacts just a bit.

[rohanneofcoldmoat]

I've always found it interesting that Brienne calls Jaime 'my lord' when she approaches him at Pennytree, which is something we've never seen her call him before. It especially sticks out considering the weight names carry in their story (You will call me Brienne, not wench / Jaime, he thought, my name is Jaime). Brienne, knowing that she's about to betray Jaime, can't bring herself to compound the betrayal with the intimacy of using his name, but she's well past calling him Kingslayer, so she settles on My Lord, which is formal and respectful yet impersonal, and perhaps allows her to keep some level of emotional distance from what she's doing.

[warsofasoiaf]

Why do you think Ser Arlan of Pennytree never actually knighted Dunk?

Sorry for the "boring" answer, but he caught sick before he could, most likely.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King