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— Harrison Gray
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An aloof fox who's popular with the ladies and a big liar.
Harrison Gray
CV: Sugiyama Noriaki
As I spent more time around him, I came to know his true nature that he had been hiding for a long time. What is that one truth buried under all his lies?
「 With you by my side, I can walk in the darkness for the rest of my life. Because… you’re my sunshine. 」
Enjoy your love story with Harrison after release ❣️
🦊You should check out his route if the following points describe you!🦊
☑️ You tend to get uneasy when someone is nice to you.
☑️ Your ideal partner is someone who looks cool when he looks over his shoulder.
☑️ You're looking for a romantic relationship that's like the ones in shojou manga.
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open starter / @reignrbs
where: the godswood.
sorrow clung to the new king of the north, but duty cloaked him, sealing his grief away from the numerous eyes that now more than ever were fixated on him. like beasts looking for a wounded deer amongst the herd. but that wouldn’t be harry; he would do his father’s memory proud. briefly, he had stepped away from the crowds, venturing into the godswood, a place he’d visited often since returning home and even more so following his father’s death. he was staring upon the weirwood tree when the sound of footsteps told him he was no longer alone. ❝ it’s a magnificent sight, is it not? ❞ he asked, turning toward the person. ❝ is there something you require? i know the north’s climate can be quite the adjustment, but house stark is grateful for your presence. ❞
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closed starter for harrion stark / @wnterreign
with his sisters having been harmed as well, sunwoo was going back and forth throughout the palace as often as he could, wanting to see them but also wanting to stay near his betrothed, who was still quite shaken. always courteous, he thanks the guards that let him in when he returns to the stark apartments, smiling politely when he spots the king in the common area. ❝ good evening, your grace. ❞ he bows his head, taking a few more steps. it has been eerily quiet everywhere he goes, everyone, seemingly, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. ❝ i hope i’m not disturbing. i’m sure it’s hard to get a moment to yourself these days. ❞ not even just with the stress of new parenting far from home, but the constant weight of ruling when tragedy continued to strike could not be a burden easily beared.
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special raven for harrion stark — @wnterreign
Watching her son breathing as he slept soundly was the easiest and only way to fully calm her nerves those days, it soothe her to see him safe and sound in the middle of chaos. she was exhausted however her eyes never closed for long enough, it was why even in the moments she was ordered to rest she simply found herself watching over benjen. the raven girl lifts her gaze as she hears the echo of steps approaching, her dark circles frame the grey of her hues and she had avoided mirrors as if they were her enemy. while things had not been resolved between he two at least she found herself no longer having the need to run away at the sight of him. “he sleeps soundly, without a clue of the world around him.” she speaks before the silence settles in, pulling at her sleeve to hide her bandage. “you seem well all things consider.” she returns her eyes to the young prince to avoid the need to cross the room to inspect him herself.
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sender gestures for receiver to sit down . ft harrion stark
@wnterreign
betha appearing in the stark apartments - whether in riverrun, king’s landing, here in dorne, or even just barging into their chambers in winterfell during the odd visit - wasn’t unusual. it was practically a past time for the youngest tully, badgering their cousins at any and every opportunity. though she tried to make her entrance appear to have all the hallmarks of a typical visit, she couldn’t deny the sinking feeling when her eyes met harry’s own. a feeling that embedded itself in themselves even further when he gestured for them to sit. sit she does, however, eyes drifting over to benjen where he naps in his crib. “so, how’s benjen been doing? he seems to be taking the heat in stride.”
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Closed starter for @harriontarth (flashback thread!)
The heart wants what it wants, and Cassandra's was a heart that wanted a great deal of many things. And, at some point in her life, chief on that list was Harrion Tarth. She couldn't say what it was, specifically. A combination of things, perhaps. She just knew that, one day, the future Evenstar of Tarth had arrived at Storm's End, a typical visit with her brother. But somehow, when the princess had spied him, something in the way she looked at him had changed.
She wanted him, and what she wanted she was hellbent on getting. The way she dressed, the way she did her hair, all was changed to better catch the Tarth's attention. Eventually, however, she tired of waiting for him to approach. She chose to take a more direct route to what she wanted, inviting him to a private dinner on a secluded balcony overlooking Shipbreaker Bay.
Cassandra knew she shouldn't. Knew that Harry was her brother's dearest friend, that Westerosi society dictated that, as the elder Baratheon princess, she marry well, most likely into a great house like the Hightowers, Lannisters, or even the Tullys. But with her father dragging his feet and her mother being secretive with her matchmaking, the princess was left to her own devices. Devices that she used well as she set the scene on the balcony, awaiting Harry's arrival.
Her smile grew when she heard the doors open, guards that were sworn to her and her alone letting in her guest. "Harry, I'm so glad you accepted my invitation." Her tone is sweet and warm, hoping to put him at ease. "Come, sit. I was just about to pour the wine."
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@wnterreign || closed starter (harrion stark)
axel drank what was left of the juice in his goblet in a single shot, something he’d often do with ale or spirits. old habits died hard. while juice didn’t do much to numb whatever he felt, it did keep him busy by having something to sip on during the festivities. “would his grace be so kind as to grant me a dance?” he said in a mocking tone, joyful laugh leaving his lips after as he teased the other. he’d known all about the drama that surrounded the northerner’s house and he wanted to lighten up his mood “or we could join the bards in a song?”
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The Karstarks’ Ball
New story on Ao3
“Sansa!” Alys called out, she was accompanied by a red-headed young man — neither of them had noticed Jon. “Oh Sansa! I could see Joffrey stalking towards you from across the room, and I knew we just had to rescue you! I’ve brought Harrion, you remember my eldest brother of course?”
“Oh, uh of course. How are you Mr. Karstark?”
“Very well Miss Stark, now that we’ve been reintroduced,” he said, before gallantly kissing her hand.
“Harrion would not stop asking about you all night!” interjected his sister, with a sly smile. “Miss Stark this, and Miss Stark that! I’ve made him promise to stay close to you, and make sure Joffrey doesn’t bother you again!”
“Are you engaged for the next?” Karstark asked, “I believe it’s a polka.”
“Oh I—“ with that she looked back at Jon. She could hardly be expected to snub her hosts for him, a perfect stranger. He gave her a regretful shrug and a gentle smile, which she returned. She nodded her acceptance, and was whisked off to join the dancing by the siblings.
As she danced with Harrion, Sansa lost sight of Mr. Snow and discreetly scanned the room for him. His eyes had been grey, just like Father’s, and Arya’s — there was something so very comforting about them, so earnest and trustworthy. But he seemed to have vanished! Had he gone home already? But it was so early? She let out a little sigh of disappointment which caught her partner’s notice, and she coloured in embarrassment. She was being discourteous to her host, so she smiled prettily at him and gave him her full attention, and Harrion Karstark thought himself the luckiest fellow in the room.
Read it here:
Victor Gabriel Gilbert, The Ball (c.1890)
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A Tune of Flames and Flurries
Modern AU Robb/Rhaenys where theyre both nervous because its the first time Rhaenys is meeting his family and coming to the North
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closed starter for @ruinovs ( calla tarth )
the ability to see his family more often had been one of the advantages of being employed by a resident of storm’s end . but with calla leaving for lys with their cousin , and tobias himself following aravis to dorne and the summer isles , it had been quite a while since he had been able to see his older sister face-to-face , “ calla , ” he calls out as he approaches , adjusting his gait to fall into step with her . “ are you headed somewhere ? there’s something i wanted to ask you , but if you’re already preoccupied … ” he trails off , leaving the rest unsaid . they know tobias is always eager to spend time with his siblings , but only if they’ll have him .
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with mavrick lannister / @ruinovs
holding benjen in his arms, harrion approached mavrick. his smile, while present, was noticeably not as bright as it had been at the celebration. once again stress had found the king but hopefully spending some time with his friend would quiet it for a little while. it also saved him from sitting around in the stark apartments where the combination of worry about the current situation and the tension that still existed between ravella and him would only sour his mood. ❝ my son wanted to see his third favorite uncle, ❞ he joked. ❝ and i wanted to see how you and your family are. ❞
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closed starter for harrion stark / @wnterreign
aiyla had not expected to see the king walking around without his wife and new child, but was glad to get him alone for a moment. ❝ you grace, ❞ she says to get his attention, corners of her lips lifting slightly when he looks her way and she walks over. ❝ i hoped to speak with you for a moment, if you’re not busy. ❞ of course there were congratulations to be given but aiyla had good news from home on her mind. ❝ privately. ❞
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what's this about Robb's friends?
It’s a joke but it’s not a joke but it is but it’s not but it is
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Closed for @wnterreign (Harry & Mara!)
“Your Grace.” Mara’s voice is smooth as she greets the King in the North. The only respectable king in her country, though she knew not to voice that aloud. Not in public. After a short dip down, bowing her head slightly, the ruling princess grabs two goblets of wine off a passing tray, handing one out for Harry to take. “I trust the festivities shall be enough for you to drink your fill of Dorne before you return to Winterfell?”
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