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Have to be honest...

Writer's block is kicking my ass. I just want to skip to the end of the finale and skip all the plots I've spent the last four years building up to. 🙈

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"Problem is, when I'm with you, I'm an addict And I need some relief My skin in your teeth..."

It's taken four years, but someone finally wrote Scandal!Robb's theme song.

With her hands locked above her head, she reaches for him the only way she can, biting down so hard on his bottom lip that she draws blood. The heady mix of pleasure and pain light Robb on fire and he spends himself inside of her with trembling muscles and panting breaths.

Sarella blinks up at the ceiling, waiting for her heart rate to slow down as he collapses next to her, licking the blood off his lip. “Viper fangs, indeed.”  - The Snake & the Wolf

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Seeing as you're offering, a backstory question:

What happened to the not-Ygritte members of the Wildlings/Freefolk gang that Jon was investigating (presumably Mance, Tormund etc)?

Mance, the Wildling's leader, was murdered by a rival gang from Skagos. Tormund did a few years of prison time and got out on good behavior. He left the outlaw life beyond, settled down and got married, and opened a pub North of the Wall.

He and Jon have a tenuous relationship. But when Ygritte died, they held her wake at Tormund's pub.

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Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

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The Snake & the Wolf | Scandal Westeros

Sarella Sand x Robb Stark

Robb thought he'd outgrown his Wolf Blood; that maddening impulsiveness that occasionally drove his kin to folly. He assumed his time at war and his father’s death had permanently tempered it. He realized that night, with blinding, scorching heat pumping through his veins as he spread Sarella on the conference room table, that he was incorrect. The Wolf Blood had been there all along. Dormant. Reignited by a pair of piercing onyx eyes, a subtle Dornish drawl, and one of the most clever minds he’d ever encountered.

on AO3

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This was his "Your meat is bloody tough" moment and as a Robb Stark fan, I loved this for him.

JACAERYS VELARYON HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | S2E05 "Regent"

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Warrior in a Suit | Scandal Westeros

Sarella Sand x Robb Stark

"I've made my choice."

His lips traced a torturous trail up her shoulder, punctuating with a nip of teeth that made her swallow a moan. Not that it did any good. Her hips were already canting up, seeking friction from his zipper.

"Robb…" She willed herself to focus. To be authoritative. But her voice was something between a keen and whimper. "This," she emphasized, "isn't the choice."

There had been three photos on the desk: Desmera Redwyne, Roslin Frey, and Dr. Talisa Maegyr. Were he in his right mind, he'd pick the doctor—an olive-skinned stunner on track to lead the pediatric surgery department at Mudd Memorial. But he'd cleared the desk in a single swipe and placed her on top of it.

"The fuck it isn't."

Then he pressed his clothed body between her legs, giving her exactly what she needed, and she wasn't in her right mind either.

"This," he rocked into the answering swivel of her hips, "is where I want to be. This…" His mouth found hers in a heated tangle of tongues that invited her to take more of him, as much as she could stand.

"This is real. I'll play pretend when I'm finished."

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*fic update*

She did what needed to be done, poured herself a glass of wine, and got on with it. But the bill came due.

She trusted Daemon against her better judgment because she needed the distraction. She pushed Lyanna because what would she do without the election but stew in what could have been with Robb? His campaign?

She let Obara's surveillance sweeps of her apartment lapse because Obara would see too much. She didn't want her sisters knowing how much she drank, how little she slept, how often she needed to work or fuck or do literally anything but feel.

She was so busy maintaining the appearance of Sarella Sand, she forgot to be Sarella Sand.

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Sunspear - Scandal Westeros

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Scandal Westeros | By the Old Gods & the New

LIONS, AND STAGS, AND WOLVES. OH, MY! It’s a sad, sad day as the republic lays Joffrey Lannister Baratheon — Prince of Privilege, Powder, and Pills — to rest. My Little Birds report that after tense negotiations — managed through attorneys as the deceased’s parents refuse to speak to one another (mayhaps the Lioness of the Rock still holds a grudge over that nasty business around her ex’s litter of bastards) — the Lannisters and Baratheons finally agreed that Joffrey will be laid to rest in the Westerlands this Saturday.

Serving the republic with piping hot tea now and always,

Varys Snyder Editor-in-Chief of the Daily Whisper

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34292524

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Scandal Westeros | The Sovereign Principality of Dorne & Its Royal Family

"May the Sun always shine on Dorne and her people."

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From my draft of the next update.

I can credit GoT with calling Obara "Bobaroo," but "Mineral" for Nymeria cracks me up. lmao.

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Scandal!Lyanna 🤝 GOT!Jon

"I don't want it."

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I did not do this intentionally, but... like Mother, like Son. lol

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Consequences, fine. But this… Arianne drags a lounge chair right up to her cousin's and checks the perimeter for staff. "He…" she whispers. Then she takes a deep breath for dramatic effect. "Viserys is the father of Rhaenys's children." 

"You don't know that." 

That is not how one responds to learning a man—a future Prince Consort—was banished for impregnating his niece.

Unless…

"You knew." 

"I don't…" Sarella speaks slowly, staring obsidian daggers at her. "Know that. And neither do you." 

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A preview from the next update. Just a friendly, not at all hostile chat between cousins. lol

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And now the rains weep o'er their walls... | Scandal Westeros

"What are you doing here?" Robb asks. "I'm supposed to meet with Wyman."

Sarella's alone at a table. Dressed in a high collar black jacket, hair falling in silken waves around her shoulders. Her nude-painted finger tips play with the bottom of a glass that he knows is Dornish Red. The Sandstone varietal, if they have it. The generic Dornish blend if they don't.

"Now, you're meeting with me."

And there's no hint of either accent in her voice. No warmth or familiarity. Just the lifeless tone she uses to slice opponents to the quick. Except he doesn't know what they're warring over.

She left him. Found someone new.

"That's not an explanation," Robb says. "What are you doing here?"

"Well." She takes a long gulp, killing the entire glass. Then pours another.

And the words that leave her mouth are a dagger through the gut.

"Your fiancée wants you to stop fucking your secretary. So—"

She pushes a stack of papers across the small round table.

"—now, you're meeting with me."

Scandal Westeros (Episode Seven) on AO3.

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I have a non-fan fic idea that I'm playing with. I keep looking for dark or mafia romances with 30+ up women and coming up blank. Guess this means I need to write one.

Imaging a playboy attorney becomes consigliere to the Irish mob family that raised him. Part of the deal is that he's forced to take a wife. Marriage of convenience shenanigans ensue.

I just don't know where to put a story like this. Maybe here? Would Scandal Westeros readers be interested?

Those of you who follow my reading, let me know.

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Just mainlining Arianne inspo via everything Moran Atias wore on Tyrant.