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my-insanity-is-an-artform · 2 years

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Howl's moving castle anon back again, except this time it has nothing to do with the movie lol. Just wanted to let you know you're one of my favorite lu x reader writers that I've seen so far

Your fics makes me akjagkdhksdh ❤️

I especially like that you make the reader kinda oblivious, but not in an annoying way. More like they're just totally chill with the situaiton, and the boys are the ones freaking out and flustered.

Thank you! I like to think that this Reader is very much a 'Imma stay in my lane' kinda person and just goes with the flow. Which is great for not causing trouble but hilarious in terms of the fact that the idea that there are not one, but two heroes simping over them will fly straight over their head.

Margery had seen many things in her lengthy lifetime. She'd seen childhood crushes bloom into innocent love. She'd seen love fade from the eyes of brief springtime lovers and seen it endure even the harshest of winters. So to say she knew love when she saw it would be a truth.

And it was most certainly love that was written all over the faces of the two strapping young men that were perusing her wares.

They murmured to one another quietly, pointing out one item and comparing it to another. They offered suggestions, advice and seemed to consider this to be one of the most important things they would do all week if not all month.

"If I may, Dearies, can I help?" Margery croaked out, her voice thin and reedy from age but no less soft. Some men took offence to the offer, but these two had the eyes of two kind and gentle hearts.

They both startled, the one with a white cape blushing and rubbing the back of his head sheepishly while the one with the scarf slapped on a charming smile.

"Apologies, madam. My friend and I are just looking for gifts."

Margery nodded and gave a sly smile. "For your sweethearts, if I'm not mistaken."

At this they both choked and their faces went red. She laughed. "Don't try to deny it. I've lived a long life and I know the look of two young men in love."

The two were stunned silent before nodding. The Caped one spoke up first with an embarrassed smile. "We'd appreciate the help."

Margery merely smiled back and asked various questions about their sweethearts. Oddly, they both gave very similar if not identical answers.

They both seemed to know who the other's intended was so Margery pushed the thought from her mind. She was after a sale, not to go nosing in on someone's private life.

Eventually, two sales were made. A necklace with a carved piece of polished green stone in the shape of a curled up fox and a bracelet with deep blue, green and white polished stone beads on it.

Just as they were both thanking her profusely, another person popped up behind them.

"There you two are! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

The two young men squeaked and hid the gift behind their backs. The Scarfed one quickly spoke, using a bit of nifty sleight-of-hand to pass his gift over to the Caped one that Margery only saw due to them having their backs turned. The two gifts disappeared under the cape.

"Ah, I'm sorry. If we'd known we would've waited for you. We were just having a bit of a browse."

The newcomer leaned over Margery's wares and their eyes lit up. "Ooooh, these are fantastic. I love the colours!"

"Thank you! I make them myself. A little hobby to keep me going in my old age." Margery said, not really paying much attention to the conversation. Rude, she knew, but the two men behind her potential customer both had soft eyes on them as they kept talking and drifted from piece to piece.

Well, now she knew why the answers had been so similar. Their gifts were for the same person.

'How sad.' Margery thought. They both seemed like such nice lads, it would be a shame if one of them got his heart broken. Although it was positive to see that neither had any ill will towards the other for their interest.

"Oh, this is nice." Her potential customer was looking over a very special pendant.

Margery hid a wince. "Ah, that, dearie, is a wedding pendant. The old rhyme 'Something Old. Something New. Something Borrowed. Something Blue'. You gift it to the bride as a bit of good luck. An old superstition but a much-beloved one around these parts."

Both boys blushed behind her customer, clearly thinking other thoughts when they laughed.

"Well, that's something I won't need any time soon. I'd have to find someone who wanted to even date me first!" They laughed as if the idea of someone taking an interest in them was laughable.

'Ouch.' Margery thought as both young men sighed behind them.

"But still, these are lovely. Do you have any lucky charms? Blue like my friend's scarf and white like his sailcloth?"

Both men jolted out of their thoughts and protested and Margery watched, an incredulous thought coming to mind as her customer passionately argued back.

These two fine young men were in love with the same person.

And that person loved them back just as much.

And they were totally oblivious to that fact.

Margery packed up two good luck charms and watched as her customer affectionately bullied the two into taking them.

She even gave them a discount and her customer tried to refuse, before not-so-sneakily leaving the change on the table. They linked arms with the two blushing men and whisked them away, throwing thank you's over their shoulder.

Margery huffed a laugh and gathered the rupees into her little money bag. She was sure with a heart as kind and as big as that one, those two smitten young men would be just fine.

She had lived a long and wonderful life and had seen love in its many shapes and forms.

She supposed it was a blessing to see it in one more shape even if it was one she didn't expect.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #LU Sky #LU Warriors #polyamory #LIttle Old Lady OC #I grew fond of Margery over this #She's like 'Ah yes. Young Love'#then 'Oh shit. The Tea be spilling here!'#and she's like 'Gents; the love of your lives is Oblivious and I pray for you'#link x reader #Margery says Love Wins

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a-girl-must-have-a-new-name · 4 years

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Best One Yet

Gendry choked as he opened the Tyrell’s front door and a fog of dried ice assaulted him. However he waved it away and gallantly held the door open wider so that Arya could slip under his arm and enter.

“Wow Margaery really outdid herself again this year didn’t she!” It was more fact than question, one Gendry didn’t bother answering as they took in their surroundings for the evening. Margaery Tyrell had gone all out this year and had decorated her house as if it were a mausoleum, if mausoleums were underground vampire clubs of course. Columns that Gendry was at least seventy-five percent sure hadn’t been there before, now lined the entrance and into the ballroom of the estate. Instead of twinkling lights or whatever it was that they usually used for parties it seemed like Margaery and Loras had acquired a couple hundred sconces to light the house in a flickering candlelight. Gendry hoped that when the eventual fire would start Arya and he would be long gone. Though it seemed as though Arya had no such plan, eyeing the “mood lighting” in absolute delight.

“This is amazing! Robb had said Margaery had been going crazy the last week or so with planning, but even he has to admit it was worth it!”

“I don’t know, I kinda like last years theme better.” Last year had been a pumpkin carving party with tons of alcohol involved.

“That’s just because you enjoyed seeing Joffrey accidentally cut himself with a carving knife.”

“And you didn’t?”

“Well lets just say I wasn’t boo hooing as his goons dragged him to the hospital for stitches.” Arya smiled as she thought back to Joffrey almost fainting from the sight of all his blood.

“Arya, Gendry! I’m so glad you came!” Margaery Tyrell was on them in an instant hugging and kissing both on the cheek before pulling away to look at them.

“Love your costumes by the way! Please tell me that you’ll both enter the couples contest!” Margery spoke over the music. Arya looked up at Gendry coyly and shrugged. This year they had decided to go as Batman and Catwoman. Not the most original costume idea they’ve had but one that suited them fine nonetheless. In fact Arya was rather proud of the look. Having decided to go with a more vintage looking Catwoman, taking her inspiration right from Julie Newmar.

Arya had begged Sansa for months to make the costume and after promising to cover Sansa’s chores for the rest of the year. (As well as forking over the money for materials needed and a little extra for service) Arya couldn’t be happier! How Sansa had gotten the pattern needed and an almost exact type of fabric she couldn’t say but damn was her sister good at what she does. Sansa had even offered to help her do her hair and make up, styling it like Brigitte Bardot.

Arya had thought Gendry would go with the Nolan batman costume or something of that nature. To show off his stature and muscles, also because it was overall just bad ass if she had to say so. However, to her surprise Gendry showed up to her house in the Adam West Costume eyebrow mask and all. Once Arya could stand up straight again after laughing too hard she asked him why the choice?

“Who doesn’t want to be Adam West? Besides the other costumes made me look strange with all the extra padding sewn in on them.” Gendry did mention off-handedly, obviously a little embarrassed at the explanation but Arya couldn’t see why. Gendry had a great fucking body, one that was constantly on her mind if she was honest. He was well built from years of sports and hard work, lifting and carrying car parts and tools at his job at Mott’s Garage. He wasn’t crazy muscular like Dany’s Boyfriend was but he was still fit buff. In Fact with him wearing the batsuit she was reminded of vintage photos of American football players.

Shaking away her thoughts she turned back to Margaery admiring her own costume choice, Margaery had opted for a vampire look, befitting this year's theme. She was wearing a long flowy black sheer and laced corset dress with black and red roses adorning her hair in a makeshift crown that ended up cascading strategically down the back of her hair in smaller roses.

“Margaery your costume is great, I can see why Robb spent so much on his costume!” Arya

“Hey from what I heard my costume didn’t cost anything near what yours did. Hey Gendry what’s up? Batman nice!” Robb had joined the little group, greeting Gendry with their usual hug and leaned over to try and muss Arya’s hair who expertly dodged. Robb’s costume was very similar to Margaery's having an almost Victorian design with the same details sewn into the dress cape he wore. The group talked a little longer but Margaery had to excuse herself having hosting duties and Robb being the ever dutiful boyfriend followed her. Arya turned to Gendry eyed him up and down a glint in her eyes as she spoke

“Mr. Wayne would you care to dance?”

“Only if you call me Batman when we are out in public, Don’t want to have my identity known.”

“Purrr-fect.” Arya jokingly said as she grabbed Gendry’s hand and excitedly led him to the dance floor. Where a dark techno beat was blasting. For the next hour or so they danced. It was truly an eclectic set Margaery had put together. one moment it was a haunting waltz music which unsurprisingly for the group that had gathered all knew. (products of their upbringings) Gendry was a little nervous only having learned these dances later in life but Arya gently reminded him as they went and soon it was no problem at all for him, even surprising her once or twice with twirls and dips.

There were also the songs where they pull each other closer, moving rhythmically to the slowed hypnotic beats. A growing frustration at wanting to be even closer to each other, often forgetting where they were and getting caught up in the moment. Only getting a warning click of disapproval from Jon once, before his girlfriend Ygritte dragged him away.

While jumping along when rave music blasted. After one final dance, one that was exceptionally energetic, Gendry pleaded for a break and both moved towards the refreshment tables. Gendry in search of food and drink for them while Arya looked for a place to sit.

“Arya come sit at my table!” Sansa’s voice rang out clearly but Arya had trouble placing it until a wild hand beckoned her forward.

“Sansa is that you?” Arya was shocked instead of seeing her normal long Tully red hair Sansa was wearing a short dark black wig. Styled in a classic men's side part. It was jarring to see her with dark short hair. Arya thought rather enviously that it suited her even better than when Arya sported a short cropped hairstyle all those long years ago. Sansa’s delicate features were highlighted even more. And was it possible that Sansa’s blue eyes looked even brighter because of the dark color? Life was unfair.

However, Arya didn’t dwell on it like she would have years ago instead she smiled widely and approached Sansa who for her part was lounging at the table she had acquired and was looking around the room from time to time.

“This is great isn’t it? I think it’s even better than junior year's Rocky Horror theme!” Sansa exclaimed as Arya plopped down beside her.

That year had been a karaoke party while the film continuously played on loop on one of the dance floor walls. Sansa had been dragged up to the mic to sing and pretty much stole the show. Well at least she had until Olenna Tyrell walked down the stairs for a drink and came face to er- Renly Baratheon's gyrating hips as he danced drunkenly on one of the tables.

It had been a night to remember truly. Especially when Olenna surprised everyone and grabbed the mic from Sansa’s hands and with a strength that a woman of her age shouldn’t have possessed pulled Renly down from the table and had him singing along with her in no time.

“That was a pretty great party.” Arya admitted remembering Sansa’s scandalized face at the time.

“Hey Arya I grabbed a whole bunch of different things to eat! I even snagged a goodie bag for dessert. I figured we can grab a few more later. Margaery isn’t going to notice- Oh hey Sansa almost didn’t recognize you! Great costume but I thought Arya said you were going as the little mermaid?”

“Oh I am, however somebody made a better case that they should be Ariel” Sansa replied casually with a conspiratorial smile forming across her lips as she looked behind them.

“Sup Bitches! Gendry I love what you’ve done with your brows!” Theon shouted loudly as he placed two bottles on the table, a water for Sansa and a beer for him.

Gendry who had taken a bite out of his cupcake once again began to choke, though Arya couldn’t be worried at the moment as she grinned wildly at Theon reaching over the table to give him a high five. Theon had a long red wig on and a purple seashell bra that was slightly skewed. His bottom half Arya was happy to see covered by a mertail. Which was connected to a stick so he could move it around.

“Alright I give up, Gendry I don’t think we are going to win the costume contest.”

“That’s fine with me, if you guys don’t win it, the contest is rigged!”

“Come on now, I think we’ve got a good shot to win this year” Ygritte's voice came from behind as everyone turned to look at them. Ygritte and Jon looked absolutely ridiculous in their Scoops Ahoy costumes.

Jon had absolutely refused at first, saying there was no way he’d walk around looking like that. Contest or not.

However, it was no surprise to Arya that, that evening as she was walking through the hallway she spotted Jon meticulously adjusting the sailor hat to sit perfectly on his locks. Jon having caught her looking only sighed defeatedly and shrugged his shoulders. As if to say “what can you do?”

Everyone moved around so that there was more room at the table and Theon nodded his head regarding the newest members of the table looking them up and down before his normal sly smile crept across his face.

“I’ll give it to you, you’ve got the upper hand in terms of popularity at the moment. But what Sans and I’ve got is pure classic nostalgia, and humor. Though I do have to admit Snow, those shorts are a riot!”

“Not to mention you really nailed the hair Harrington!” Robb joined the conversation plopping on the only chair left at the table next to Jon and ruffling his hair. Causing Jon to curse moving out of reach and adjusting the hat once more.

“Where’s Margaery? Sansa asked, looking around for her.

“She’s setting up for the runway right now.” Robb answered as he swiped Theon’s beer taking a sip for himself while Theon went to go get more drinks for the table.

“She got a runway for this?” Gendry asked in disbelief, rich people never stopped surprising him.

“Hey at least it’s not a haunted mansion like she rented three years ago.” Robb offered knowingly. Patting Gendry on the back.

“But Harrenhal was awesome. I want to go back!” Arya defended. Gendry looked visibly ill at the thought. That was back before they had become a couple, they had decided to go to the party with their friend Hot Pie. It was not a good night for Gendry who up until that moment had been able to keep his fear of jump scares and ghost to a minimum. It also didn’t help that some pretty boy named Jaqen had gone along on their group's tour, walking with Arya and laughing at the scare actors and tour guide as they went.

The only thing that made the tour bearable was after one close call of Gendry nearly hitting a worker with his Thor hammer. Arya having realized what was wrong, left the front of the group to walk side by side with him the rest of the night. Taking his hand in preparation for the next scare, and squeezing it to reassure him before letting go again. At some point in the night Gendry just kept a hold of her hand. And within the week they were going out. So yeah maybe Harrenhal wasn’t as bad as he remembered. But still the thought of the creepy burnt house and all the ghost and ghouls that were there was enough to keep him away for a lifetime

The rest of the night ended up staying for the most part at the table, laughing and reminiscing on Halloween’s past. Theon caused everyone to cry from laughter as he retold highlights of his tricks as a child. How he had successfully tee-peed old Walder Frey's house and never got caught. To which Robb added that he never got caught only because Robb was blamed for it instead. It cost Robb a month of cleaning and yard work at the man’s house to make up for it.

Arya had moved from her chair at some point to sit on Gendry’s lap and leaned into the crook of his neck enjoying the feeling of his body laughing at her brother’s wild antics. It was nice to see the usually stoic man open up and enjoy other peoples company. But Arya knew it was only because this was her crazy family and he’d known all of them just as long as she’d known him. He was just as much a part of the stories as anyone else.

The group ate and drank the rest of the night, Robb having left half way through to go help Margaery once more, and soon the contest had begun. The crowd cheered as each couple walked the runway. Margaery and Robb walked first after having explained they wouldn’t be competing but still thought the costumes deserved to be appreciated. They looked like quite the power couple. Then after a while Jon and Ygritte had their turn. Both laughing as they walked, people screaming their character’s names and quoting the show as they went. As they sat back down Jon winked at Arya.

“Beat that.”

“Oh trust me, we will!” feeling her competitive streak rise up Arya hopped out of Gendry’s lap and grabbed his arm dragging him along. After quickly consulting with each other on what they were going to do Arya ran back stage to hand her phone to Margaery asking her to play it on the sound system. By the time Arya got back to Gendry it was almost their time to walk. And as soon as the original batman theme started playing the crowd went wild. Gendry ran out on stage karate chopping and punching the air in wild broad strokes in time with the music. Meanwhile Arya waited until he was about two thirds of the way down the runway and then she was going. Thanking her parents for all the years of gymnastics she had taken Arya carted her way down. Twisting and flipping perfectly down the line. Before landing perfectly next to Gendry. Both grinned like idiots as they took a sweeping bow. Confident in their spot they hopped off the Stage Gendry catching Arya easily in his arms which added more fuel to the fire as the crowd laughed and cheered even more. Walking back to their table Arya eyed Ygritte coyly before asking.

“Still think you're winning?”

“No, no we know when we’re beat.” Ygritte laughed.

“I just hope you know when you Are.” Jon said with a chuckle as he pointed to the stage where Sansa and Theon were alreadying posing. And once the regular music started once more. Both started to strut the runway. In tandem looking like ridiculous models. At some point Theon somehow was able to wrap the part of the tail that was attached to a stick around his neck dramatically like a scarf before ripping it free at the end of the walk. Sansa for her part pulled out a sword from a hilt and started brandishing it. Arya quickly realized it was her prized fencing sword Jon had bought her. But couldn’t find it in herself to be mad. Instead she threw her head back wolf whistling as Theon turned “seductively” around showing the complete costume. In the end it really was no contest. Sansa and Theon won by a landslide. And after a long winded and completely unnecessary acceptance speech on Theon’s part. (which Arya was very sure she heard Jon muttering to himself that he wished Theon would actually lose his voice.) The party had drawn to a close. The group separated all feeling like the night wasn’t quite over. Gendry hummed in content as he and Arya made it back to his apartment. Having ditched the costumes for more comfortable clothes Arya was snuggled up on the couch in one of Gendry’s large t-shirts, as Gendry flipped through dvd’s before finally settling on one. Quickly putting it in and turning off the lights he sat on the couch as well, gladly letting Arya into his space as she leaned against him once more. Arya laughed as the title menu for the batman show lit up the screen.

“Not tired of it yet?”

“No way gotta pay homage to it right?”

“Right, and what better way than a marathon and candy?”

“Oh shit I forgot to get the goodie bags!”

“I know, that’s why I swiped them, when you were asking Robb if they needed any help cleaning.”

“Why you crafty little thief there’s like 10 bags here!” Gendry laughed as Arya pulled her bag she had taken for the night out and revealed all the treats she had grabbed. Arya merely shrugged, pulling two out and tossing one to Gendry.

“ What can I say? I really wanted to pay homage to Catwoman.”

This was hands down Margaery’s best Halloween party yet.

#gendrya fic #arya x gendry #asoiaf fic #game of thrones #arya stark #gendry waters #gendrya

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favefandomimagines · 5 years

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Completely Enamored 3 (r.s.)

AN: i needed a part 3 idk about you guys but i needed this. AND this is loosely based on the plot of GoT. this is strictly fiction and me making stuff up half the time.

Robb never left your bedside as you slept. It had been a few days since your injury and you hadn’t woken up since then.

You had stitches on your side and you were pale from all the blood you lost.

“Robb, I advise that you aren’t here when she wakes.” Lady Catelyn told her son. “She is my wife. I will be here when she wakes up.” Robb said sternly. “Your mother is right. Y/N was very upset that night. And if the child didn’t survive, she won’t want to speak with anyone.” Theon interjected.

Robb looked at his friend, appalled that he had the audacity to mention the death of his unborn child.

“Y/N will be okay and our child will be okay.” He said, squeezing your hand gently. “Tell me, would you have acted on your feelings for Talisa?” Lady Catelyn asked.

“No. I would never do that to Y/N. I have never questioned my love for her.” Robb answered.

Lady Catelyn walked towards her son and sat next to him. “She won’t want her here when she wakes. All she’ll ever picture is you and Talisa and she does not deserve that. If you do not send Talisa away, then I will.” She said.

Robb nodded his head as one of the other nurses came in to assess your condition. “She should wake by the next fortnight.” The woman said. Lady Catelyn smiled at her graciously before she left the room.

“You have a council to lead. I will stay with her.” She said. Robb didn’t move for a moment as he looked at you.

Though he wanted to stay with you, he had an army to lead and a war to win.

He sat amongst his council, listening to Lord Karstark speak about different strategies.

Robb wasn’t even listening when he heard the men stop bickering. “Your grace, may I speak with you?” He heard. He looked up and saw Talisa standing by the entrance of the tent.

“I was just about to send for you. Two of my men are going to escort you home. You’re services are no longer needed.” Robb told her. Talisa looked hurt by Robb’s words but he didn’t care. “But your grace,” She started. “It has been decided.” He cut her off.

Talisa stayed put as the rest of the men left the tent, giving their king privacy with her.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked. “Because it is for the good of my family. I will not have you here when Y/N wakes.” Robb answered. “Is it for you or for her? Your own father broke his vow to your mother. Y/N’s brother did the same. What makes you different than them?” Talisa questioned.

Robb was infuriated that Talisa would compare him to his father’s indiscretions. “This is for me! I am in love with Y/N and there is not a single woman in the seven kingdoms that can change that. Not even you.” Robb yelled.

The tent was washed over by silence, Talisa feeling guilty for starting a fight with him after what happened to you.

“You will leave at sunrise.” He added before sitting down, his back facing Talisa. “Yes, your grace.” Talisa said quietly.

Once Robb knew he was alone, he began to cry silently. He was terrified that you weren’t going to wake up and if you did, it would not be the same. Whether or not your child was still alive was still unknown to him.

He sighed deeply before his mother walked into the tent. “Y/N is awake now. She is asking for you.” Lady Catelyn said. Robb stood up quickly and exited the tent, his mother following closely behind.

When Robb entered, he saw you sitting up in the bed with your head in your hands. “Y/N,” He started. You raised your head, Robb seeing the tears in your eyes. He rushed over to you and sat beside you.

“I am so sorry, my love. I was a fool for letting a small infatuation jeopardize my life with you. I have seen the error of my ways, thinking of having to go on without you. That is a life I do not want to live.” He said, as he grasped your hand in his.

You looked up at him for a moment before you started to cry once more. Robb moved from his position to sit on the bed with you and hold you in his arms.

“It’s gone.” You whispered. Robb closed his eyes for a moment, not needing you to clarify to know what you were speaking. “I am so sorry.” You cried. “You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. You did not do this.” Robb said quickly, bringing you closer to him if that were possible.

You began to calm down a bit but didn’t want to let go of Robb and your grasp grew tighter around him. He noticed but he didn’t object.

The two of you stayed there for a few moments until a soldier entered. “Pardon me, your grace, but Talisa is asking to see Lady Y/N.” He said. You pulled away from Robb and looked up at him, all of the memories since before your injury flooding back to you.

You begin to sit up, Robb helping you immediately. “You are not going alone.” He said. “I will be fine. Any harm that comes to me while I’m in her presence is punishable by death. I am your queen after all.” You spoke.

Your side was sore and there were still tears that stained your cheeks. You wiped your face, fixed your hair a bit before you squeezed your eyes shut momentarily.

After a few deep breaths, you opened your eyes and Robb saw your demeanor change. One thing he always admired about you was that you knew there was a time and a place to show your emotions.

You nodded your head towards the man, allowing him to bring Talisa to her. “Would you like me to stay?” Robb asked you. You shook your head before you replied. “No.” You answered.

Robb leaned down and kissed you gently, lingering for a moment before turning to leave. As he was exiting, Talisa entered the tent, Robb avoiding her gaze.

“What did you need to speak to me about?” You asked, your years of being a notable monarch coming into fruition. “Robb-” She started before you cut her off. “King Robb. He is your king, you do not know him on such an intimate level to use his name without title.” You interrupted, your facial expression stone cold.

Talisa swallowed the lump in her throat, coming face to face with you being much more intimidating than she realized. “King Robb has requested that I make the journey home. I did not want to leave without offering my apologies first.” She finished.

You nodded your head curtly at her. “And why would you need to apologize to me?” You asked. “For what has happened between the king and I. And for the loss of your child.” She answered. “I appreciate your apology, Lady Talisa. I wish you luck on your travels. You may go.” You told her.

Talisa nodded her head before bowing respectfully and exiting the tent. You let out the breath you were holding and gripped the back of a nearby chair. You were beginning to feel faint due to the fact that you hadn’t stood in days.

Robb re-entered the tent and saw you staggering and rushed to you. “Let’s get you back to bed, my love.” He whispered to you. You nodded your head and did as you were told.

Robb get you back in bed and made sure you were comfortable before getting in next to you.

“Robb, I’m sorry about the baby. I had a feeling it was a boy too and now,” You started before Robb shushed you. “We have our entire lives to have children. We will have plenty of heirs in due time.” He said. You nodded your head as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

—-

You were beginning to feel restless, being surrounded by hundreds of men. So when the opportunity arose for Lady Catelyn to go to your brother, you jumped at the chance to go with.

“Y/N, you cannot go.” Robb protested. “My brother is the lord of house Tyrell, he’ll make sure no harm comes to me. Please, Robb.” You begged, batting your eyelashes in attempt to persuade him.

Robb looked down at you, finding it impossible to say no to you. “Okay. But you send a raven the second you arrive and the second you are coming back.” He said. You smiled widely up at him before practically jumping on him, wrapping your arms around him.

“I love you.” You whispered. “I love you more.” He replied. You let go of him and walked off to ready your horse for the journey. “I do not think you could have picked a better wife for yourself if you tried.” Lady Catelyn interjected.

Robb watched you longingly, knowing his mother was right. “She’s perfect. She always has been.” He said.

Lady Catelyn watched her son as he walked towards you. Both of you smiling at one another. You both reminded Lady Catelyn of Ned and herself. You were the lucky ones to marry for love rather than power.

You got atop your horse with the help of Robb before he took your hand in his.

“Mother, please keep an eye out for her. She doesn’t really follow orders.” He said. You smirked down at him, knowing he was correct. “Come back to me, my love.” Robb whispered to you. “Always and forever.” You whispered back.

Robb brought your hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on the top of it. You smiled at him before he let you go.

—-

You and Lady Catelyn arrived midday, to a couple of knights fighting for your you brother and Margery Tyrell’s entertainment.

Feeling Lady Catelyn’s eyes on you, you stepped forward once the knights had stopped.

“Sister!” He called. “Hello, brother. You look well. Lady Margery, it’s good to see you.” You said, bowing to her. “You as well, Lady Y/N. Welcome, our home is yours for the time being.” She said.

You smiled up at her before looking to your brother. “May I have a word, brother?” You asked. “Of course!” He said. He stood up from his post and walked to you.

He cupped your face in his cheeks and smiled at you. “My little sister. Queen in the North. I assume Robb Stark is treating you properly.” He said. “He treats me as well as a man who loves his wife should.” You said. Renly was relieved to hear that.

It was obvious that Robb truly loved you, that was clear at your wedding and your brother was pleased to hear that has continued.

“Lady Catelyn. Pleasure to see you again.” Renly said to your mother-in-law. “Lord Renly, you as well.” She said. “I presume there is a reason you came all this way and that your son let my sister leave his side.” He said.

You looked from him to a couple of his guards and then back to him. “We need to speak with you in private.” You said.

A tall woman with blonde hair stepped in front of you when you said that. “Do you honestly believe that I would harm the only brother I have left?” You asked her.

“It’s alright, Brienne. My sister and Lady Catelyn are of no threat to me.” Renly told her. “And you have Stannis left.” He added, the last part to you. “I’d hardly call Stannis my brother when he was going to let father sell me to a whore house.” You said.

Renly chuckled slightly as he grabbed your hand. You and Lady Catelyn followed him into his tent. He took off his crown and handed it to another guard before pouring himself a chalice of wine.

“What is your purpose for coming here?” He asked. “We need your loyalty to the North.” Lady Catelyn answered. “Correction, loyalty to your son.” Renly said. “Stannis is after the throne, Renly. He knows that he’s the rightful king due to Joffrey being a bastard and all. I know how desperate you are to become king, you always believed that Robert was an unfit ruler. Join us, and you will have what you want.” You told him.

Your older brother looked at you and noticed the determination and desperation in your eyes. “And how do you know Robb doesn’t wish to be king?” Renly asked. Lady Catelyn remained quiet, allowing you to answer. “Robb has no wish to be king, he wants justice for his father.” You answered.

Renly walked over to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “If you can insure that I will be king after this war over, I will join in your efforts.” He said. You smiled at him as he placed a light kiss on your cheek, “You are my blood after all. You have no reason to wrong me.” He added.

It was now nightfall and you were still seated with Renly. Telling him of all the things he had missed.

“I am so sorry, Y/N, about your child. If anyone in the Seven Kingdoms deserves a child, it’s you. You’re young, you have time.” He said. You smiled at him sadly, before standing up. “If you’ll excuse me, I need some air.” You announced. “Of course.” He said. You nodded at him before leaving the tent.

Standing outside, the breeze made you feel somewhat better. Ever since you lost the child, the thought always made you feel ill.

You strolled away a bit, taking some time for yourself. You missed Robb and you missed being in his presence. And though you have spent a majority of your marriage in a battle campground, you missed it. Mostly for the fact that wherever Robb was, was home.

You were knocked out of your thoughts by the sound of a woman scream and you ran back towards Renly’s tent.

Once inside, you knees began to feel weak. Renly was lying on the ground, blood seeping through a wound in his chest.

“No. No, no, no.” You sobbed rushing to him. You fell to your knees beside his guard and saw the stab wound. “Not him too. Please do not take him too.” You cried to the skies, hoping that old gods and the new would hear your plea.

“Y/N, we need to go. They will think his guard has killed him.” Lady Catelyn said to you. “Who did this?” You asked, tears still running down your cheeks. “Y/N,” Lady Catelyn started. “Who has murdered my brother?” You asked again.

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around you and pulled you from the ground. “We must go. It is not safe.” She said. Lady Catelyn has to pry you away from your brother’s corpse as the two of you, as well as the guard, swiftly left the tent.

What befell your brother still caused you pain. Renly was the only family you had left aside from Robb and his siblings. Renly had seen you at your worst and had gotten you through, he never left your side.

“How are we supposed to get back?” You asked Lady Catelyn. “Do not worry about that now, Y/N. You need to worry about keeping up your strength. You haven’t eaten, it is not healthy.” She said.

That was what was wrong with you mourning the loss of your brother. You did not want to eat. You did not want to live if he could not.

After a very long trek back to camp, you had lost weight and looked sickly pale. Due to the lack of nutrients you had retained. You couldn’t face Robb, knowing he would be upset with you for not taking care of yourself.

You had retreated to your tent, relieved that Robb was not there. You sat on the bed and just simply stared at the wall. The images of your brother’s body, lying cold on the ground. Your eyes welled up with the tears you had been holding since you left.

First, Robert was taken from you and then Renly, the only two of your brothers to have ever cared for you. You hung your head low as you let out quiet sobs, Grey Wind walking up next to you and resting his head on your lap.

Outside, Lady Catelyn had reunited with her son, the first words out of his mouth were wondering where you had gone.

“Where is she? I haven’t seen her since you arrived.” He asked his mother. “Robb, Renly Baratheon was murdered. Practically stabbed in front of her eyes. She is not okay.” She answered.

Robb wondered when this will ever end for you. When will the constant loss of someone you loved ever stop?

He made his way to the tent and stopped short when he heard your cries. That gave him the odd feeling that he has done that before. Because you were in a similar position when Robert died months ago.

Robb entered the tent and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. “Y/N?” He questioned, you not noticing his presence at first.

You didn’t remove your head from your hands, Grey Wind still seated next to you. The dire wolf only moved when Robb instructed him to do so.

Robb kneeled down in front of you, removed your hands from your face. “Death follows where ever I go. First Robert, our child and then Renly. And I’ll be damned if I lose you too.” You said, looking down at your hands intertwined with Robb’s.

“You will never lose me.” Robb told you. “You can’t promise me that.” You whispered. “Y/N, look at me.” He started. You slowly lifted your head up to look at your husband, his eyes softs and sympathetic. “You are never going to lose me. I would never leave you.” Robb said.

You wanted to believe him, and apart of you did but it was hard to when the two people you loved most have died.

You nodded your head before Robb leaned in and kissed you deeply.

After a few days, your appetite came back and you started to look and feel more like yourself. You missed Renly everyday but you knew he wouldn’t want you giving up your life for him.

It was late at night and you and Robb received a raven. Though he was preoccupied with planning, you were given the letter.

Unrolling the piece of paper, your heart dropped. Theon had betrayed Robb and taken Winterfell, and was holding Bran and Rickon captive.

You didn’t know how to tell Robb, but if anyone was going to save his brothers it was him.

“Robb.” You started, though your eyes never left the paper. “What is it, my love?” He asked, looking up from the map. He saw the unsettling look on your face and stood up quickly. “What is it, Y/N?” He repeated. “Theon has taken Winterfell.” You answered.

Robb’s eyes went dark upon hearing that his oldest friend had betrayed him. “I must go to Winterfell at once.” He muttered, grabbing the piece of paper from your hands and walking towards the exit of the tent.

“Robb, you can’t.” You protested, following after him. “Then what do I do?” He asked, turning around to face you.

You haven’t been much help at offering advice lately after the loss of your child and your brother, so he wasn’t expecting to hear anything from you.

“You are at war and as of right now, you have an advantage. If you leave to go back to Winterfell and the Lannisters get word of this, they will know we are weak. A king can’t just abandon the men who are risking their lives for him.” You said. You weren’t afraid to be stern with Robb, he knows you mean well.

Robb knew you were right. He couldn’t leave in the middle of a war, not when they’re one step ahead.

“I will go back to Winterfell.” You added. “No, you are not going anywhere near Theon.” Robb protested. “Not only am I Queen in the North but the bannermen of House Tyrell are at my disposal after the death of my brother. Per Margery’s request. He cannot hurt me. Nor would he want to.” You rebutted.

“I almost lost you twice, Y/N. One by your own doing and I will not risk there being a third.” Robb replied. “Then you need to send men to Winterfell and take it back.” You told him. “I know Theon has meant a lot to you. He has to me as well but he has betrayed you. He is a traitor who has taken your home. Our home. If we are going to save your brothers, we need to have men there at once.” You added.

That was another thing Robb admired about you. You knew what needed to be done, no matter how hard it was to do so. Even if it meant losing a close friend.

“I will see what I can do but you will not go back to Winterfell, Y/N.” Robb ordered. Robb rarely gave you orders but you knew that when he did, it was best to comply.

You nodded your head, Robb’s facial expression softening. “Have I told you how much I love you?” He asked. You smiled and stifled a laugh before replying. “I have heard it a few times but I wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” You joked. “In all seriousness, Y/N, you are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me. You have been here, by my side, during the darkest times and yet you bring light to my life. And for that I love you.” Robb told you.

He leaned down and kissed you softly, only for a few moments before he was whisked away to another meeting.

You sat in your tent, puzzled as to why Stannis had sent you a raven, asking where your next location would be. You didn’t trust your brother in the slightest. He wanted to get rid of you, just like your father did. Why now does he want to see you?

“Lady Y/N, the king is requesting your presence.” Your hand maiden told you. You looked up at her before folding the letter and standing up from your spot. “Did he say why?” You asked. “He just said it was urgent.” She answered.

You followed her to the tent Robb was in and entered it. Him and Lord Karstark were standing in front of Lady Catelyn, neither of the men looking ver pleased.

“You wanted to see me?” You asked. “Yes, my love. Jamie Lannister has escaped.” Robb informed you. “How?” You questioned. “My mother let him go.” Robb answered, malice lacing his voice.

Your face fell as you looked from him to Lady Catelyn. “Well, then we must find him.” You said calmly. “Lady Y/N, he killed my son.” Lord Karstark argued. “Yes and he almost killed my brother-in-law. His crimes will not go unpunished but as of right now, we do not have him.” You rebutted.

You turned around and felt Robb’s hand resting on your back. “We find him and we kill him.” You whispered to him.

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nineteensixtieschikadee · 5 years

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Jon Snow and his Two Fathers: A balance between Ice and Fire

You know what I utterly despise about what Double Dicks did with Jon Snow’s character in the show--aside from omitting the whole Azor Ahai storyline, and making the entire R+L=J plot absolutely meaningless?? It’s that Double Dicks apparently “FORGOT” that aside from Ned Stark, Rhaegar Targaryen was ALSO Jon Snow’s father. Now lemme explain what I mean. Yes, the show has established however did NOT PAY OFF R+L=J. And not only was this whole plot line the entire purpose of Jon Snow’s arc, it was also the whole backbone of GOT’s history, 20 years before it began. And Rhaegar Targaryen was the center of it all.

Part of what makes !BOOK Jon such a fan favorite, and why he would arguably make an EXCELLENT ruler/king, is because NOT ONLY does he have his adoptive father’s HONOR AND MORALS, he also has his biological father’s PASSION, CHARISMA AND LEADERSHIP SKILLS. Meaning that while Jon has a strong set of honor and morals--which is known to get you killed in GOT--his passion and natural borne leadership skills help BALANCE those things out that effectively makes not only a WORTHY leader, but also a POWERFUL one.

I started rereading the books again since the show’s garbage now, and just in the first couple of Jon chapters in AGOT you can already see how much Jon is growing and developing into that of a worthy leader. For example, when Jon first enters the Night’s Watch, he is almost somewhat of a formidable bully to the other night’s watch members. Not only because of his ego of being a “highborn raised bastard,” but because he is actually a better swordsman than they are. (Which he proves.) And also because the other members keep teasing him about how he’s a bastard with no mother. It isn’t until Donal Noye calls Jon out on his bullshit, and Tyrion once again having to reaffirm Jon of his identity by letting him know that his title can be used as an effective armor, that Jon beings to realize his mistakes and then tries to become better. And by his next chapter, Jon is already TEACHING the other night’s watch members how to sword fight effectively. He begins to be much more patient with them, and each time they fall, he helps pick them back up.

And it’s not like no one else can see his leadership skills. Like if you didn’t think Jon could become a great king because he lacks, why do you think Jeor Mormont chose Jon to be his successor? From the point when Jeor gives Jon Longclaw, he begins to train him under his wing, because he saw potential in Jon. Jon has the skills and the mind to become a leader. A GOOD ruler. And no, don’t tell me Jon is too dumb to become a good king/ruler. Because !BOOK JON is not. Let’s compare this to Sansa. Sansa stans claim that Sansa would be a good ruler because she was trained under Cersei, Littlefinger, Olenna, Margery, and to some extent, Tyrion? But if you notice, all her mentors are DIRTY. While they are smart, they’re cheaters and DISHONORABLE people. And have proven multiple times that they wouldn’t be good rulers.

Jon on the other hand, has had 3 mentors. Jeor Mormont, Mance Rayder, and Stannis Baratheon. (Technically Jeor is the only mentor. But Jon has served under the wing of both Mance and Stannis.--Especially after he becomes Lord Commander.) Two of Jon’s “mentors” are KINGS. While the other is simply an “ARMY LEADER”. What do all 3 of these leaders have in common? People follow them, not only because they have to, but because they are seen as “worthy to be followed.” All 3 of them not only have effective leadership skills, but they DO NOT have “Shit for Honor.” At least, to some extent. Jeor poses as the leader that knows the REAL THREAT beyond the wall. And that’s what he trains Jon for. Becoming the leader that will become the shield that guides and protects the realm. Mance is King that wants to guide his people to safety because of the THREAT OF THE OTHERS. (White Walkers.) And Stannis the Mannis is the RIGHTFUL KING of Westeros. He is cold and harsh. But he is HONORABLE and JUST. He is the most effective ruler out of the 3, and part of the reason is because of Jon. To those who say Jon cannot be a good ruler, guess who’s the man who suggested Stannis fight the Ironborn at Deepwood, and in turn, win the support of the Mormonts and the freefolk? When Stannis is fighting battle outside of Winterfell, it’s JON who maintains all the political shit for Stannis back at the wall. You can kinda say Jon was acting “Hand of the King,” while Davos was at White Harbor. And you can be damn sure that he was good at it. It’s not up until the Arya--pink letter plot in ADWD where we see Jon start to lose it a little before ultimately succumbing to love over duty.

ALL of these traits and effectiveness to rule, came from one man. HIS BIOLOGICAL FATHER, Rhaegar Targaryen. He didn’t get it from Ned, who we we know was a pretty weak Hand for the King. He got it from Rhaegar, the man who conspired to usurp his father from the throne as he was growing madder by the day. (In theory.) From Barristan’s pov, Rhaegar would’ve made a BETTER KING than all the 3 kings he’s served previously. He was DETERMINED, DELIBERATE, AND DUTIFUL. He was also very PROTECTIVE of his people, as claimed by Jamie, who was tasked by Rhaegar to protect Elia and their children. All of that, can be found in Jon. ESPECIALLY in Jon’s chapters in ADWD.

Rhaegar was a natural born leader. He was loved by the people, and people followed him because the people believed in him. Sound familiar? Jon is also a natural born leader, (with evidence from above), and the fact that he does whatever he can to protect his people too. The Battle at the Wall against Wildlings is an excellent example of how Jon leads his people, and how he protects his brothers. This is what ultimately leads him to become Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch.

Another trait that Jon took after Rhaegar, was his ability to sword fight. (To all the people who claimed that Jon couldn’t have killed the Night King in s8e3, because he’s not a good swordsman, or wasn’t “stealthy” enough: Fuck you. Lmaoo, jk.) In the books, out of Robb, Jon and Arya, who do you think is actually considered the better swordsman of the 3??? HMMMMMMMM I WONDER WHOOOOO???? While Robb is the better military tactician/commander, and Arya is pretty damn good with a bow, it’s JON who’s the better soldier. In the books, it is known that while Robb was better with a lance, Jon was better with a SWORD. Sooooo that just shat on all fancystans that claimed only Arya was “skilled” enough to kill the NK. LMAOOOO WHY DO YOU THINK THE NK EVEN AVOIDED 1 ON 1 COMBAT WITH JON?? BC Jon was slowing him down? LMAOO K, whatever helps you sleep at night. XDD (I’m still bitter about this one.)

Let’s also talk about Jon’s attitude in comparison with Rhaegar’s. Rhaegar, while being charismatic and passionate, was also very melancholic and very introverted. He was “born with a sense of doom.” Jon while also solemn and introverted, he has a “melancholic temper” to him. (Actually he gets this from both his mother and father. Rhaegar being melancholic, and Lyanna being wolf-blooded.) While Jon does not express his feelings much, when he is overcome with emotion, he acts impulsively. Going back to the “sense of doom,” Rhaegar was melancholic because he was born out of grief in the midst of tragedy. (Summerhall.) Jon, for obvious reasons, because he was a bastard and felt unloved. Who was ALSO born most likely out of GRIEF and in the midst of TRAGEDY. (Robert’s Rebellion.) Both these two were an enigma by the people around them. Speaking of introverted, both these two broody boys loved to read too. And often used it as an escape from the real world.

MORE PARALLELS: Both Rhaegar and Jon broke their vows FOR woman. Jon broke them twice. Jon broke his vows to be with Ygritte, but he BROKE THEM AGAIN for Arya. Interestingly enough, Rhaegar, if he really loved Lyanna or not, still BROKE HIS MARRIAGE VOWS for her. And Arya is a younger, direct parallel of Lyanna. So there is some beautiful symmetry going on here. Also, there is this nice little irony I found, that while Rhaegar represents FIRE, he has a melancholy made of ICE. And while Lyanna represent ICE, she has a WOLF-BLOODED TEMPER made of FIRE. Jon is the balance between those two. And one more parallel: From Ned’s POV we learn that Rhaegar did not frequent, or liked going to brothels. If we play this in with Jon, we learn from Jon that he HATES the idea of fathering a bastard. Which is actually a conflict that prevents him from sleeping with Ygritte on multiple occasions. He’s afraid of getting her pregnant, because he’s a bastard, and that would make his would be child a bastard too.

So yes, while it’s evident that Jon has a lot of Ned in him--more so than ANY of the Stark children--aside from Arya, Jon has SO MUCH MORE of his biological father in him. And yes, it is important that Jon has Ned’s traits. It really puts emphasis on how Jon tries hard to be like his father, and how Ned’s presence and morals still lives even after he’s long dead. But the same should be claimed about Rhaegar too. His presence strongly lives on in Jon. And it shows very deeply, despite nobody knowing anything about it. Actually, you could probably theorize that Ned saw it in Jon too.

This is why I HATE what the show has done with Jon. Other than saying fuck you to the Azor Ahai story in favor of fanservice, and not properly paying off R+L=J, the show ultimately decided to omit ANY IMPORTANCE Rhaegar had in this fucking wretched story. Let’s also not forget, the only reason why everyone’s storyline was there in first place was because of Rhaegar! Rhaegar Targaryen is arguably the REAL MAIN CHARACTER of ASOIAF and by making his whole storyline/character utterly meaningless, almost ALL the plot lines in GOT have become pathetically pointless and in vain. Jon in the books has both Ned’s traits AND Rhaegar’s traits. Adding MORE EMPHASIS to ICE & FIRE. By having both honor and morals, and the INTELLIGENCE to lead, you can be assured Jon would’ve made a good fucking King. His rule would literally be a direct replica of Aegon the Unlikely. Who was considered one of the BEST KINGS westeros had. But nooooooo the show just had to go out of their way and make Jon a Ned 2.0. Jon Snow was removed of all his intelligence and complexity to become a painfully 1 dimensional HONORABLE IDIOT. Where’s the balance? You know who would’ve been good at ruling the 7 kingdoms? I DON’T KNOOOOW, UHHHHH THE YOUNGEST LEGITIMATE SON OF RHAEGAR WHO NOT ONLY HAS A STRONG SENSE OF LEADERSHIP AND POWER, BUT ALSO THE DAMN MORALS AND HONOR OF THE MOST HONORABLE MAN OF WESTEROS AKA NED STARK??????? WHO HAS ALSO TAKEN NUMEROUS LEADERSHIP ROLES AND MENTORED UNDER SOME OF THE BEST RULERS/LEADERS OF WESTEROS IN HIS GENERATION??? But whooops, I forgot, DEEP/GOOD STORYTELLING IS ONLY FOR 8TH GRADE BOOK REPORTS.

Jon though, is highly unlikely to become king of 7 kingdoms in the books though. Most probably just King in the North. But to those who say Jon doesn’t want power and all that, naaaaah. Jon’s always wanted to be a Stark. He’s always wanted to inherit something, or have power in some way. When Stannis was willing to legitimize Jon to get the North, Jon was actually contemplating on doing it. But then he saw Ghost and remembered his vows. So he declines. But Jon’s whole importance is actually to protect the realm against whites. And from the end of Dance, we are getting closer to that direction. Jon’s whole parentage while yes, makes him have the most legitimate claim to the throne, holds much more IMPORTANCE for the war against the Others. (Azor Ahai). However because of this whole AA/WW storyline, Jon becoming king, would make it that much more MEANINGFUL. A king that guarded and protected the realm from those who would harm it. A king worthy of ruling the realm. You can be certain that not only would his adoptive father be PROUD, but his biological father would be too. And that’s the ultimate reward that Jon’s ever wanted.

But Jon’s arc in the show might actually be the same path he might take in the books. It’s a very appropriate ending for Jon to go North of the wall in the end and reject the throne. But holy fuck, the show made it so unrewarding and overall proved to be a terrible ending for Jon. IF GRRM has the same ending for Jon in the books, you can be damn assured that it’s going to be far more superior to his parallel ending in the show, and will be the most rewarding ending for Jon. (Kinda like what happens to Frodo in LOTR.) It will be Jon’s A Dream of Spring after a harsh winter’s night.

( Whether he wants it or not, I’m still hoping for Jon to be King of the 7 Kingdoms though.) This is really long, holy shit. Congrats for making it to the end. xD

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Really random question but how do you think your TL'S would cope in the Game Of Thrones world?

Oh my god. I think Proffy would have won the Iron Throne in like, a month and that would be if she tried to give the humans a chance to out fight or out wit her lol. Evy would probably be sort of like a Catelyn, she’d stay out of things unless you try to hurt her son, then all bets are off...and she’d win because River would be there ready to kill anyone who even tried to harm LJ. Angel...I actually see her sort of like a Margery, but not deceitful, genuinely helping people and winning the love of the different kingdoms in the things she does with absolutely no intention of doing it. God help Dany if she tried to use her Dragons on Angel, they’d probably roar at her, about to breathe fire, then stop and just cuddle up next to her and snort fire at Dany for trying to hurt her lol. I can’t see anything Cersei doing being a match for the Vortex and Angel would be horrified by how people were treated and she’d probably end up taking special care of Sansa for all she suffered. Mac...I feel like she would be sneaky and work out what attacks were coming, like finding some simple way to nullify the wildfire by pouring sand in it or something, and then badgering Cersei to the point she threatens to use it and lets her, then deposes her by arming the other kingdoms with weapons they would never have actually thought of as weapons made out of things that are very not-weapony. The Judge would be a little more uninvolved unless someone threatened the Doctor or Clara, but she’d try to keep out of it for the most part, if someone broke the law, she’d say it. Sadie would probably end up being an advisor, she’d want to keep the peace between the kingdoms and also probably want to slap Joffrey, but who doesn’t? :)

And to tease, TL6 would probably pull a Littlefinger in a sense that she’d just set trap after trap after trap and cause chaos till someone decent was the only one left for the Throne. TL4.5...let’s just say no one would want to challenge her to combat so she’d be safe though she also wouldn’t have an interest in ruling or in the plight of others either. And TL?...she’d probably be the one most horrified and having nightmares and just NOT coping well at all with what’s going on.

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JONSA, Cersei and Dany

Warning: s8 Spoilers via speculation

A few things regarding Dany’s actions in episode 5. First, the surprise for me was the catalyst that pushed Dany over the edge – Missandei’s death. Dany’s mental instability reached the boiling point because of Missandei’s death not because of Jorah’s death or Jon breaking up with her. Dany never got over the loss of her child. (I always believed that Mirri Maz Duur is a hero. She saw the future destruction Dany would cause and as a result, took Dany’s child from her – with Jorah’s help.)

Dany always treated Missandei as the child she lost. Look at their scenes together-Dany is combing Missandei’s hair, discussing Greyworm with her, and holding Missandei’s hand when they were being attacked etc.

Second, I think Dany destroying KL may have saved Cersei’s soul – especially if Cersei did rang that bell indicating that she surrendered. As Cersei stood watching alone as Dany destroyed Kings Landing, killing thousands, surprisingly, Cersei’s tears started to fall. Cersei’s tears were for the death of KL and the innocent. I believe that although Cersei talked bad about the people in KL and used them as pawns, deep down Cersei loved Kings Landing and the people in it. Look back at the episodes when Margery and Tommen tried to get Cersei to leave KL. She did not want to leave KL. The horror of what Dany did to KL may have turned Cersei away from the way of life she thought she valued. Something the High Sparrow was trying to get Cersei to see before Cersei burned down the Sept of Baelor out of vengeance. Also, ironically, Olenna’s words “She is a monster.” in s7 ep 3 was actually referring to Dany not Cersei.

Third point, Dany’s choice to destroy KL diluted the passion and grit that Jorah showed in ep 3 when he died fighting for Dany. Dany has proven she was not worth Jorah giving up his life for her nor did she deserve his love. I actually started to believe in Dany after she helped win the war against the Night King. Boy was I wrong. Dany turning dark probably removed the guilt Jon felt about using her to win the war. I wanted Jonsa to happen because Jon and Sansa deserve true love. However, I did not want Jon to feel guilty about loving Sansa because of Dany. Also, I want Jonsa to happen independent of Dany. I believe Jon needed Dany for another reason outside the war, and it relates back to Sansa. Dany fans I feel bad for you guys. However, please stop saying that Dany was the younger more beautiful queen. Dany looked totally sinister in episode 5. It would be so ironic if the younger more beautiful queen is coming to de-throne Dany not Cersei.

Back to JONSA –

I can’t believe we are down to one episode left and the only explicit Jonsa moment we’ve had so far in season 8 were in episode 1 and episode 4 - Sansa asking Jon if he is in love with Dany (ep.1.) and Sansa staring at Jon at the feast with all the love for him in her eyes(ep 4). Dany fans just joined the disappointment club. Jonsa’s fans have been hurting throughout this show. We deserve a happy ending. When Theon died, I felt relieved. Because of the horror Theon went through, he was so emotionally damaged that I could not watch Theon’s scenes anymore. I felt it was best for him to die. I did not get to the point of giving up on Jonsa. The worst part about Jon and Sansa’s individual scenes was the loneliness conveyed because they were apart – especially when Jon leaves Winterfell.

Jonsa were meant to be together.

The way Sansa is glowing at the beginning of episode 2 makes me believe Jonsa already happened. Jon went to Sansa immediately after learning his parentage. Why didn’t the show explicitly reveal that Jonsa happened? Why make it so implicit? Many of us felt Robb made a big mistake being so open and honest about his decision to marry Talisa instead of the Frey girl. I lead to a massacre - the Red Wedding. Jonsa made the right decision to keep it secret. The Night King would have won. However, why not let the audience in on the truth.

Also, Jon said “Where will we go?” to Sansa in season 6. That sealed the endgame, Now, why all the hints of Jon going beyond the wall as his endgame? There is no way Jon is going to leave Sansa in Winterfell alone unless a) Sansa dies or loses all memory of her love for Jon and then marries someone else. Then Jon would leave and goes beyond the wall b) Dany and Drogon goes to Winterfell and totally destroys Winterfell making Castle Black the new Winterfell. They have been hinting that Jon will be responsible for the wildings for awhile – especially if Tormund dies. Jon would then become the King beyond the wall hopefully with Sansa by his side.

This has been a bittersweet journey. 8 seasons was a lifetime with these characters. We fell in love with the characters of Jon and Sansa. Sunday will be Jonsa fans final moment of hurting or…. dare I say it …will be Jonsa fans moment to be happy because Jonsa was endgame!

#Jonsa #Jon and Sansa #s8 endgame speculations #S8 spoilers

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legends-and-savagesa · 5 years

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1ST RULE: tag muses you would like to know better.

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true for your muse. *italics for verse dependent

MUSE: Margery Tyrell FC: Natalie Dormer OCCUPATION: Florist (modern). Queen (Most verses) AGE: Thread dependent

PRONOUNS: she / her

APPEARANCE:

i am 5'7" or taller

i wear glasses

i have at least one tattoo

i have at least one piercing (ears)

i have blonde hair

i have brown eyes

i have short hair

my abs are at least somewhat defined

i have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

i love meeting new people

people tell me that I’m funny

helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

i enjoy physical challenges

i enjoy mental challenges

i’m playfully rude with people I know well

i started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

there is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

i can sing well

i can play an instrument

i can do over 30 push-ups without stopping

i’m a fast runner

i can draw well

i have a good memory

i’m good at doing math in my head

i can hold my breath underwater for over a minute

i have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

i know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

i know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

i enjoy playing sports

i’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

i’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else

i have learned a new song in the past week

i work out at least once a week

i’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

i have drawn something in the past month

i enjoy writing

i do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

i have had my first kiss

i have had alcohol

i have scored the winning goal in a sports game

i have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

i have been at an overnight event

i have been in a taxi

i have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

i have beaten a video game in one day

i have visited another country

i have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

i’m in a relationship

i have a crush on a celebrity

i have a crush on someone I know

i have been in at least 3 relationships

i have never been in a relationship

i have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

i get crushes easily

i have had a crush on someone for over a year

i have been in a relationship for at least a year

i have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

i have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

i live close to my school

my parents are still together

i have at least one sibling

i live in the united states

there is snow right now where I live

i have hung out with a friend in the past month

i have a smartphone

i have at least 15 cd’s

i share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

i have break-danced

i know a person named jamie

i have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

i have dyed my hair

i’m listening to one song on repeat right now

i have punched someone in the past week

i know someone who has gone to jail

i have broken a bone

i have eaten a waffle today

i know what I want to do with my life

i speak at least 2 languages

Tagged by: @amaidasfairassummer

Tagging: Anyone that wants too

#h;; Margaery Tyrell

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ashccra · 5 years

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“You always know how to make me smile.”

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

Margery Tyrell, Ashara has known her since she was nothing but a ward under her win. A child of such loveliness and cleverness that all who met her was but in love with her charms. The Dornish woman picks the cup of wine that was offered at her and drinks a mere sip, is been a while since she ever set foot on other place that was not Dorne “You say that knowing I have known you a great part of your life, my dear.” a smile tugging at the corners of her lips and she place once again the wine cup upon the table, her fingers do not detached from it nor her eyes lift to meet the other’s gaze, if she does will the memory of a smiling child disappear? “Now look at you a woman all grown, just like a flower that finally bloomed.”

#rcsethcrn #➸ ɪ'ᴍ ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙɪʀᴅ ( answers )

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my-insanity-is-an-artform · 2 years

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Margrey! Says! Love! Wins!

god I bet Margrey has gathered so much tea over the years and these two poor poor men are the hottest cup in a while djfjhjjgk

- bestie anon

The Tea be Scalding! I like to think she goes to her little old ladies friend group and spills everything. Of course, some of them don't believe her so they all go stake out the market the next day and Margery smugly points out Sky and Warriors with Reader. (Fuck you, Karen! I was right!)

They all immediately start rooting for the Heroes cause Sweet Hylia, that person is dense.

#linked universe x reader #LU Sky #lu hyrule #Little Old Lady OC #Sky and Warriors get a little fan club #entirely comprised of little old ladies

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papermoonloveslucy · 6 years

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LUCY on PASSWORD ~ Part 1

1963-1964

“Password” is a game show created by Bob Stewart for Goodson-Todman Productions. The host was Allen Ludden, who had previously been well known as the host of the “G.E. College Bowl.” In the game, two teams, each composed of a celebrity player and a contestant, attempt to convey mystery words to each other using only single-word clues, in order to win cash prizes.

“Password” originally aired from 1961 to 1967 on CBS, along with weekly prime time airings. An additional 1,099 daytime shows aired from 1971 to 1975 on ABC. The show's regular announcers were Jack Clark and Lee Vines on CBS and John Harlan on ABC.

Two revivals later aired on NBC: “Password Plus” (originally titled “Password '79”) from 1979 to 1982, and “Super Password” from 1984 to 1989, followed by a primetime version on CBS from 2008 to 2009 “Million Dollar Password.” All of these versions introduced new variations in game play.

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The theme song used on “Password” from 1961 to 1963 was called "Holiday Jaunt," composed by Kurt Rehfeld. That theme was followed later by "You Know the Password," composed by Bob Cobert, which was used from 1963 until the CBS version's cancellation in 1967 (listen above). When the show returned on ABC in 1971, Score Productions composed "The Fun of It." The theme used later in that version's run, beginning in 1974, was called "Bicentennial Funk," which was used until the ABC version's finale in 1975.

“Password” was most often taped in New York at CBS-TV Studio 52 (later converted to the Studio 54 disco) and CBS-TV Studio 50 (the Ed Sullivan Theater) until the end of the daytime run in 1967. The original CBS version made annual trips to CBS Television City during the 1960s. Mark Goodson opposed a permanent move to Hollywood so the network canceled the series.

The Milton Bradley Company introduced the first home version in 1962 and subsequently released 24 editions of the game until 1986. Owing to common superstition, these releases were numbered 1-12 and 14-25, skipping 13. It was tied with “Concentration” as the most prolific of Milton Bradley's home versions of popular game shows. Milton Bradley also published three editions of a “Password Plus” home game between 1979 and 1981, but never did a version for “Super Password.” Lucille Ball was fond of playing the home game.

In 2013, TV Guide ranked it #8 in its list of the 60 greatest game shows ever.

“Password” ~ September 26, 1963

Lucille Ball (Celebrity Player)

Gary Morton (Celebrity Player)

[Note: No video footage of this episode was available for preview]

“Password” ~ December 26, 1963

Allen Ludden (Host)

The program is sponsored by Tame hair care products. The top prize is $500 and the consolation prize is $50.

Lucille Ball says that next Monday on “The Lucy Show” she will conduct a 45 piece orchestra. She is referring to “Lucy Conducts the Symphony” (TLS S2;E13) on on December 30, 1963.

LUCY’S PARTNERS

James Waldo from Minneapolis, Minnesota. He is in a stock broker training program.

Mary Ellen MacInally from Tulsa, Oklahoma, is a student who plans to enter the ministry.

William Sexton from Evansville, Indiana, has been married for a year and a half.

Ralph Jones from Westfield, New Jersey, is studying mathematics at Union Junior College.

Gary Morton says that he, too, will be on “The Lucy Show,” in an episode that Lucy had written for him about his favorite sport, golf. He is referring to “Lucy Takes Up Golf” (TLS S2;E17) airing on January 27, 1964. In it, Gary plays Gary Stewart, Lucy Carmichael's ‘golf nut’ boyfriend.

GARY’S PARTNERS

Margery Blom from New Orleans, Louisiana, is a newlywed.

Robert Davidson from Rego Park, New York, has an insurance firm in Manhattan.

Jackie Lane from Nashville, Tennessee, is enjoying her trip to New York.

Sigrid Newman from New York City is a registered nurse at the New York Hospital.

TRIVIA

In round four, the password “TINKLE” makes everyone giggle. Ludden is relieved when Jones successfully guesses it in the second try.

When the password is “PROPOSAL” and the clue is “MARRIAGE,” Lucy's mind immediately goes to “DIVORCE.” Lucille Ball divorced Desi Arnaz in the spring of 1960.

At the end, Lucy says her son [Desi Jr.] beats both her and Gary when they play at home. Ludden makes the usual mistake of guessing that her son is named Ricky. Lucy corrects him, smiling. Ludden says that Vivian Vance has challenged Lucy to a game. Vance appeared on the game twice previously, once in 1961, and a second time in November 1963, where she likely issued the challenge. A year later (September 24, 1964 - see below), the challenge was accepted.

THE RESULTS

Lucy and James Waldo win the first round.

Gary and Robert Davidson win the second round, despite Gary saying he’s not being sure of what several of the words meant.

Lucy and William Sexton win the third round.

Lucy and Ralph Jones win the fourth round.

“Password” ~ May 7, 1964

Allen Ludden (Host)

Bern Bennett (Announcer)

The program is sponsored by Salem Filter Cigarettes.

THE PLAYERS

Lucille Ball is introduced as the start of television, motion pictures, and the Broadway stage. She had just finished her second season of “The Lucy Show.” Allen Ludden implies that there was a question if it would be renewed for a third season. Lucy reminds the audience that the show will start at 9:00pm in the fall, a half hour later.

Gary Morton is introduced as the star of television and supper clubs. Ludden talks with Gary and Lucy about golf, Gary's favorite pasttime.

Lucie Arnaz is from Los Angeles, California. She is 13 (in July) and in seventh grade. She doesn't know what she wants to do when she grows up.

Desi Arnaz Jr. is from Los Angeles, California. He is 11 and in sixth grade and plays little league baseball. He is a center fielder but would like to play second base.

In round one, Lucy's partner is Desi Jr. and Gary plays with Lucie.

In round two, Lucy's partner is Lucie, and Gary plays with Desi Jr.

In round three, Lucy's partner is Gary, and Desi Jr. and Lucie play together. The children are playing for their allowances; a quarter a point.

TRIVIA

This episode was taped in at CBS Television City in Hollywood.

In round one, the password is “LEOPARD” and Lucy's clue is “STRIPED.” She instantly realizes her mistake, as does the studio audience.

When the password is “HARP,” Desi Jr.'s clue is “MARX”, thinking of Harpo Marx, who made a guest appearance playing his namesake instrument on an episode of “I Love Lucy.” The audience audibly gasps at how clever Desi's clue is. Gary gets it right.

In the lightning round, the password is “THUNDER” and Gary's clue is “LIGHTNING,” to which Desi Jr. says “ROUND.” Ludden stops the clock, momentarily confused if Desi is just repeating the name of the game. In that same round, the password is “COWBOY” and Gary's clue is “GUNSMOKE.” Desi responds “CHESTER,” which is the first name of one of “Gunsmoke's” leading characters played by Dennis Weaver.

In the final round, the password is “CARROT” and Desi's clue is “RED.” He was probably thinking of his mother's hair, not the vegetable.

THE RESULTS

Lucy and Desi Jr. win the first round.

Gary and Desi Jr. win the second round.

Lucie and Desi Jr. win the third round.

All their winnings will go to a summer camp for underprivileged children.

In the final moments, Ludden says that Mr. and Mrs. Jimmy Stewart will be on the show next week. He gives a plea for helping the Peace Corps.

“Password” ~ September 24, 1964

Allen Ludden (Host)

Jack Clark (Announcer)

The program is sponsored by Salem Filter Cigarettes.

THE PLAYERS

Lucille Ball is introduced as the comedy star of television, motion pictures, and the Broadway stage. Lucy says the new time slot for “The Lucy Show” is 9 o'clock and that Vivian Vance is still with her on the show. She also mentions future guest stars like Jack Benny, Bob Hope, Danny Kaye, and Ann Sothern. The show's third season premiered three days earlier on CBS with “Lucy and the Good Skate” (TLS S3;E1).

Lucy's first partner is James Horn from Hubbard City, Texas. A student, he spent the summer working at the Texas Pavilion at the New York World's Fair. Ludden says that the most popular day at the fair was 'Lucille Ball Day.' The event was held on Monday, August 31, 1964.

Lucy's second partner, Vivian Vance, is introduced as “a housewife from Stamford, Connecticut.” This is indeed where Vance was living at the time, commuting to Los Angeles to do “The Lucy Show.” Vance's appearance is obviously a complete surprise to Lucy, and even to Morton, who is just as shocked to see her. She is playing for a charity called Medi Help.

In round three, Lucy is partnered with Peter Lawford and Gary with Vivian.

Gary Morton is introduced as the star of television and supper clubs. Gary promotes their 15-minute CBS radio show “Let's Talk To Lucy.” As Lucy tells listeners, “Don't boil water or you'll miss it.” Morton is the show's producer and announcer. Dean Martin, Mrs. Dean Martin, Red Skeleton, Mrs. Red Skeleton, Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye are some of the upcoming guests.

Gary's first partner is Kelly Brummer from Denver, Colorado. She is a student with a merchandising major and a French minor, which confuses Lucy.

Gary's second partner is Mr. Peter Lawford. At the time, Lawford was married to President Kennedy's sister, Patricia. Lawford had an uncredited role (voice over) in the 1945 film Ziegfeld Follies that starred Lucille Ball. He often appeared on Goodson-Todman's other panel shows “What's My Line?” and “To Tell the Truth.” His winnings will go to the Kennedy Library.

TRIVIA

Trying to get her partner to say “FRECKLE” Lucy is chastised by Ludden to “watch her gestures.” Gary uses the clue “DAY” to get his partner to guess it, to no avail. He is referring to the popular singer and actress Doris Day, who famously had freckles.

As usual, Lucy is startled by Ludden's “Yes!” when she gets it right.

When the password is “DRAPE” and the clue is “CURTAIN,” Lucy sings a bit of “Everything's Coming Up Roses” from the 1959 Broadway musical Gypsy: “Curtain up, light the lights...”

During Vivian's entrance applause she and Lucy exchange some barely audible chat:

Lucy: (to Vivian) “What a wonderful surprise. I was calling and wondering why you weren't home.” Vivian: “I wanted them to introduce me as Mrs. John R. Dodds.” [Vivian's husband at the time.]

When the password is “PANTS,” Gary gives Lawford the clue “STRETCH” and he guesses correctly. Lucy says she would have thought girdle.

Ludden: (to Vivian) “Does Lucy have a lot of stretch pants?” Vivian: “Yeah.” Lucy: (chiding Vivian) “Don't tell him everything!”

As usual with Lucy, Ludden has to admonish her for gesturing too much.

Ludden: (to Lucy) “Watch those hands!” Vivian: “Oh, she cheats!” (laughs)

While Lawford is thinking about a clue, he tuts at Lucy and Vivian, thinking they are cheating.

Vivian: “Oh, no! She said I look thinner. We didn't say a word about what was here.” (referring to the word card)

Ludden stops the clock momentarily when Gary inadvertently says the password during the lightning round.

When the password is “FEMININE” and Lawford's clue is “MASCULINE,” Lucy guesses “VERILITY” and then makes a lewd gesture thrusting forward her stiffened arm and clenched fist. She immediately softens it. In a previous appearance she gave her husband the middle finger!

THE RESULTS

Lucy and James Horn win the first round.

Gary and Peter Lawford win the second round.

Gary and Vivian win the second round.

Ludden closes by promoting that Mr. and Mrs. Jimmy Stewart will be his next celebrity guests.

“Password” ~ November 12, 1964

Allen Ludden (Host)

The program is sponsored by Clairol and Bufferin.

THE PLAYERS

Lucille Ball says “The Lucy Show” is on at a new time, 9:00pm. She promotes that later in the season, for three episodes, Ann Sothern will appear. Lucy says that they are trying to get Jean Arthur to guest star. [This never happened.]

Gary Morton promotes Lucy's radio show, “Let's Talk to Lucy.”

Lucie Arnaz is 13 years old and in the 8th grade.

Desi Arnaz Jr. is 11 and a half years old. He has a new record out for Reprise Record with Dino Martin and Billy Hinsche.

For round one, Lucy and Desi Jr. are partners against Gary and Lucie.

For round two, Gary and Desi Jr. are partners against Lucy and Lucie.

For rounds three and four, Lucy and Gary are partners against Desi Jr. and Lucie.

TRIVIA

When the password is “FLEA,” Desi Jr. mistakenly thinks it means “RUN.” He realizes his error in the second clue, which he gives as “DOG.” Lucy says “We're going to have spelling lessons when we get home.” Lucy and Desi Jr. win the round.

In the lightning round, Desi Jr. is startled by the word popping up from the desk. It quickly goes back in and pops back up again.

While Lucy and Desi are playing, Gary unwittingly says the last clue “HUNGRY” even though he is not playing. Ball momentarily shoots her husband the middle finger! [see above photo]

In round two, Ludden starts with the wrong team and shouts “Cut! Cut!” after hearing a voice from the booth. It is unclear whether this was edited out for broadcast, but was left in for the syndicated master print seen on the Game Show Network (GSN).

Mother and daughter win round two. This time it is Lucille Ball who is startled by the pop-up lightning round passwords.

In round three, Lucie and Desi Jr. are playing for their allowance: 25 cents for each point they earn. Ludden says that they did this the last time they were on. Lucy says if they win too much, they can't have it all at once. The youngsters prevail.

Time runs out before the end of round four, but Lucy and Gary win $250 for their charity anyway. Lucy announces that all the prize money will go to a Child Guidance Center in Los Angeles.

The announcer promotes that Steve Allen and Jayne Meadows will be next week’s guests. Promoting Desi's upcoming record Ludden says the titles are “We Know” and “Since You Broke My Heart” although Ludden mistakenly says “Your Heart”. Desi quickly corrects him. Although Desi said earlier that the record due to be released soon, Desi failed to realize that the program was pre-taped and would air ten days after the single debuted.

Coming Next! LUCY on PASSWORD ~ Part 2 (1965-1987)

#Password #Lucille Ball #Lucy #Game Show #Allen Ludden #TV #Gary Morton #Desi Arnaz Jr.#Lucie Arnaz #Vivian Vance #Peter Lawford #1963 #1964 #Goodson-Todman #CBS #Jack Clark #Bern Bennett #Lightning Round #The Lucy Show

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Duty and Honor

Oberyn Martell x Reader

Author’s Note: Okay I know I said that I had Ezra and Javi Soulmate AU’s in the works (which is still happening lol), but this idea popped into my head like two days ago and I just felt really inspired to write for it! Plus Oberyn is the character that first got me into Pedro Pascal and his work, so I feel I should finally dedicate a piece to the character that started it all! Hope you all enjoy! <3

Summary: Reader is less than enthused to find out she is being married off to the infamous Red Viper, something she makes very clear. (sorry I suck at summaries)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: cursing, arranged marriages, angst, fluff.

*Thank you to my wonderful beta readers @anniebombannie and @amberthefiredemon Y’all rock and i love you.*

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“I will not do it!”

Your voice rings out harshly in the room you’re currently occupying with your father, Tywin Lannister, who just frowns at your outburst.

“You have no say in the matter. You are betrothed to Oberyn Martell, and you will be married to Oberyn Martell within the fortnight,” he says finally, returning his attention to the papers in front of him, “You are dismissed.”

You felt your blood boil within your veins at his dismissive tone, “No.” Your voice is firm and dripping with venom as you clench your fists at your side and hold your chin high.

Tywin freezes before his eyes slowly lift to meet yours, a look of sheer contempt clear in his eyes, “Excuse me?” he snips out.

“I refuse to marry him father, I will not do it” you seethe.

Tywin finally rises from his chair, “You will do as you are told. Whether you like the command or not. You are my daughter and you will do as I say,” his voice is tight, he’s clearly losing his patience with you, but you don’t back down.

You feel tears start to gather in your eyes now, anger being met with complete and utter despair, “No! I won’t let you sell me off like some piece of cattle, I’m your daughter for god’s sake! Does that mean nothing to you? We are Lannister’s!” you cry, voice cracking.

“Enough!” Your father yells, hands slamming against the table loudly, causing you to jump slightly.

“I am used to this coming from your sister, but I expected more from you,” he bites, “Now you best leave before I decide to marry you off to someone like Loras Tyrell instead,” his voice is eerily calm as he finishes, something that scares you slightly.

So, swallowing your pride, you nod, “As you wish, my lord hand.” You sneer the last part before turning on your heel and all but run from the room.

The door closes with a certain finality behind you and you can’t stop the tears that follow.

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You sit stiffly beside your father and sister in the banquet hall, watching as the festivities celebrate the arrival of your betrothed roar throughout the room. You had yet to meet the man you were to marry, and silently, you were thankful for it. You weren’t entirely sure you would be able to keep your tongue if the man came to see you, so you thought it best to put off the inevitable. However, as your eyes roamed over the crowd of people, they finally landed on the one person you were trying to avoid.

Prince Oberyn himself.

You watched as he talked boisterously with Margery and Olenna Tyrell, and you also took note of the beautiful woman latched onto his arm. You furrowed your brow slightly, and Cersei must have seen what caught your eye because she let out a dry laugh before nudging your shoulder with her hand.

“I see you have finally spotted your betrothed,” she says.

You turn to look at her slightly, “Apparently so,” you sigh.

“I just wish he would have left his paramour in Dorne,” she says, disdain clear in her words, “It is rather tasteless.”

Your eyes widen and your heart drops into your stomach, “His what?” you whisper, trying to hold back the bile you felt rising in your throat.

Cersei gives you a sympathetic smile. While the woman was known for her cruelty, she had a soft spot for her baby sister, and she was just as angry at your father for his decision as you were, but she had fought that battle before, and lost. So, all she could do was watch.

“I’m sorry my sweet,” she says sincerely, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You take your eyes from her concerned ones and turn your gaze back to your future husband, only to find him staring right back, a devilish grin on his face as he raises his glass to you. You immediately stand from your seat, almost knocking the chair over in the process, and grab your dress in your hands, ignoring your father’s shocked and angered expression.

“(y/n) what in the seven hell’s-“

You cut him off, trying to ignore the confused expression Oberyn sent your way, “Excuse me for a moment,” you whisper, walking swiftly from the table and out of the room, ignoring your father’s frustrated calls of your name all the while.

You wove through the throngs of people, desperate to get out of the suffocating room. Just as you broke through the crowd and got through the doors of the banquet hall you ran directly into what felt like a wall. You let out a startled gasp when you felt a steadying hand on your low back, quickly stepping away and looking up to see that the wall you ran into hadn’t been a wall at all.

It was Oberyn, with his paramour at his side, both of them smiling sweetly at you.

You couldn’t stop the deep frown that settled onto your face as you took a step back from them both, pushing his hand from you, earning confused and somewhat concerned looks from them both. But Oberyn gives you a polite bow, nonetheless, sending you another award-winning smile.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet my betrothed,” he begins, voice thick with a dornish accent, “Prince Oberyn Martell, and Ellaria Sand” He introduces them both, looking at you expectantly.

You had to compose yourself momentarily, you felt tears bubbling in the back of your eyes, but they were quickly stamped out by the anger at your situation. Part of you knew it was irrational, that Oberyn was as forced into this arrangement as you were, yet you couldn’t stop the frustration from escaping, despite all your lady-like training.

You grip the skirt of your dress in your fists tightly, “I wish I could say the same my prince but I cannot,” you begin, feeling a slight sense of triumph at the baffled expressions on both of their faces. You continue.

“I didn't even know of this arrangement until this morning and then I find out that you were to arrive this evening. Then I sit at dinner all night without a single greeting from the man I’m being forced to marry, and I find out from my sister that you brought your paramour with you?” you scoff, “So Prince Oberyn and Ellaria Sand, I am not pleased to meet you in the slightest,” you bark before turning on your heel to return to your chambers, not seeing the concerned glances the pair share as you depart.

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The next day you sit in the gardens for breakfast with Sansa while enjoying lemon cakes and the book you have most recently started reading. Sansa and yourself had become quick friends, you being at her side since she arrived in kings landing all those moons ago. You were several years older than her, only a few years younger than Cersei, but you saw her as a younger sister, and she was just happy to have a friend among the enemies. She was currently doing some needlework while you read, the both of you snacking on lemon cakes, when she spoke up, breaking the silence.

“I still can’t believe you said those things to Lord Tywin and Prince Oberyn,” she says quietly, “Aren’t you afraid of what they might do?” she asks innocently.

You pull your eyes from your book and look at the girl for a moment, taking in her questioning stare as she set the embroidering hoop in her lap, and you sighed.

“As much as Tywin likes to look menacing, he would never hurt me. And as for Prince Oberyn-“ you scoff, “I would rather fight the mountain than be married off to a Dornish prince,” you say, earning a gasp followed quickly by laughter from the young girl.

“No, you wouldn’t,” she says before sighing wistfully and returning to her work, “I think Prince Oberyn is quite charming.”

You frown for a moment, taking in the girl’s words. While you absolutely loathed the idea of being married off to some far away lord, you had to admit that Sansa was right. The first thing that flashed through your mind when you saw him at the banquet last night was his charming nature. His dark hair matched with the well-kept scruff lining his jaw, his deep yet sincere dark eyes, and his albeit inappropriate yet fine silk robes, were all things that you noticed. Prince Oberyn was an attractive man, and to make things even worse for you, Ellaria was an equally attractive woman. Perhaps that is what scared you most.

Yes...scared.

While you try to hide your emotions behind a thinly veiled act of anger, you were terrified. Terrified of moving so far away from everything you knew. Terrified of marrying a man you didn’t know. And now, terrified that you would never be truly loved by your future husband, as it seemed that his love was already claimed by another.

You were drawn from your thoughts by Sansa calling your name, an amused smirk on her face, “Thinking about a certain Dornish Prince?” she teases.

You roll your eyes, “Oh shut up,” you groan, “But you’re right.” You relent, “The prince is quite charming. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want to marry him.”

Sansa just nods, still sewing, before she speaks up once more, “Are you scared? I know I was scared when I had to marry King Joffrey,” she admits quietly, before looking shocked by her own words and started to backtrack, “But I’m sure you aren’t. That was a stupid question.” She mutters, quickly returning to her work.

You sit up straighter, moving to reassure the girl that it was, in fact, not a stupid question, when you see a familiar figure clad in orange and yellow approaching your table. You let out a small sigh and rested a hand onto Sansa’s gently, stilling her movements.

“I’m quite terrified actually,” you admit, casting a glance at the Prince who was now a few feet away.

Sansa catches your gaze and sends you a small smile before picking up her sewing and standing from her seat, curtsying to Oberyn as she leaves. You watch her go before you finally turn your attention to the Prince standing in front of you, hands clasped behind his back. You lift your book up to block the sun from your eyes, trying to get a better look at him.

“Good morning Lady (y/n),” he greets kindly, gesturing to the seat across from you, “May I sit?”

You set the book down and look at the chair previously occupied by Sansa and sigh, “I suppose.”

Oberyn smiles and takes a seat, hands clasped and resting on the table. Neither of you say anything for a moment. You sit silently tracing the letters etched into the leather cover of your book, while Oberyn watches you quietly. You take in a deep breath before resting both your hands atop the book impatiently, “Is there a reason you ruined my breakfast, or do you just enjoy tormenting me?” you asked snidely.

Oberyn sent you an amused smile before leaning back in his chair, “We are to be married in less than a fortnight,” he says simply, shrugging his shoulders.

You scoff, “I am well aware of that,” you snap, “I don’t see why you came all this way to rub that in my face.”

Oberyn sighed, “I know you are unhappy with this arrangement, but I am no happier than you are,” he begins, “In Dorne we believe in free love. Being with whoever you want and loving whoever you want, so this-“ he gestures between you two, “is not something I desire either.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. You should be happy. He just affirmed that he doesn’t want this marriage either, just like you. So why did it hurt so much? Was it the fact that you were destined to be in a mutual disagreement for the rest of your life? Or was it more?

Before you could find an answer Oberyn spoke up once more, “But it is happening. And I would rather not be miserable for the next, however many years of my life. So, if you could at least try to like me, I would greatly appreciate it,” he says finally, sending you another one of those dashing smiles, except this time instead of infuriating you, it makes your heart flutter.

You clear your throat, and glance from the Prince sitting across from you back down to your book, opening it to the page you left off on, “I suppose that’s not such a terrible idea my Prince,” you say casually.

Obery chuckles, “Please, you are to by my wife, Oberyn is fine.”

You only nod at his words, trying to busy yourself with the book in front of you, but he isn’t having any of it.

“Not many women from the north are fond of books,” he notes, pointing to the object in your hands.

You roll your eyes, “This is the south.”

Oberyn just chuckles again, igniting yet another round of butterflies in your stomach, “You have it all wrong my lady-“

“Oh, do I?” you ask indignantly.

He smiles and nods, “this is the north,” he insists, “Dorne is the true south.”

You peer at him over your book, you supposed it did make some sense geographically, but you weren’t going to let him know that, so you shrug, “Yes well, here-“ you gestured around you, “it’s the south and Dorne is just Dorne,” you say simply, attempting to return to your book.

“Have you ever been?” his voice interrupts you once more so you sigh, setting your book down since it didn’t seem like you would get much reading done anyway.

“Have I been where?”

He smiles, “To Dorne.”

You purse your lips, “No, I haven’t…” you pause for a moment before crossing your arms and leaning back in your chair, not wanting to seem too interested but curious nonetheless, “What is it like?”

Oberyn gives you the biggest grin you think you’ve ever seen, before he goes on to tell you of his homeland. The sparkling blue waters, the water gardens, the beautiful flowers and buildings. You spend the next few hours like that. Just talking about your home, his home, and anything else that comes up, and as much as you hate to admit it, you start to enjoy his company. The only reason you end the conversation is because your handmaiden comes to get you to start getting fitted for your dress. As the words leave her mouth you feel a lump form in your throat.

Yes…the wedding.

You had almost forgotten about the dreadful event while you spent the morning talking to Oberyn. He had put you at ease and seemed to make your anxieties melt away. But as the Handmaiden so kindly reminded you, time was of the essence, and the wedding was truly not that far off. You had to fight back the fearful tears as you stood from your chair and gave a small curtsy to Oberyn.

“I’ll be seeing you Oberyn,” you say politely.

He smiles, taking your hand in his own and pressing his lips gently to the back of it, “Good day Lady (y/n).”

All you could manage was a wobbly smile before he dropped your hand and you turned to follow your handmaiden, all the fears from before bubbling back to the surface.

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Despite the constant reminders of your impending doom, you and Oberyn continued to meet. He would find you in the gardens or the library or even stumble upon you walking through the castle and you two would end up spending hours together. He would tell you more stories of Dorne, or about his training at the citadel, something you found quite interesting to say the least; and he would ask you about your family, your hobbies, and really anything else about you. you realized as the days turned into weeks and your wedding was only a day away, that you had fallen in love with the Prince of Dorne. A feeling that scared you to no end.

Through these two weeks since you first found out about the betrothal, you had come to love everything about Oberyn. His smile, his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he did both of those things. You loved his sense of adventure and his knowledge of seemingly everything there was to know. You loved the way he would hold your hand gently or kiss you on the cheek when bidding you goodnight.

You loved Oberyn Martell.

So, when he started to bring Ellaria along to some of his meetings with you, you couldn’t help but feel jealousy rise within you. But not an anger driven Jealousy – no - this was a despairing saddening jealousy. Because she was a wonderful and kind woman. She had been nothing but kind to you since you met, bringing you sweets, or tucking a flower behind your ear, or braiding your hair. On top of all these overly kind and compassionate gestures, she was beautiful. More beautiful and electrifying than you thought you could ever be. So, you didn’t think for a moment that Oberyn could ever love you when Ellaria was right there. Seven hells, he already had her. He loves her, it was so blatantly clear in the way he looks at her or kisses her or tucks flowers behind her ear. You just knew he would never love you, a thought that made your heart ache so deep in your chest that your throat tightened up anytime you thought about it. Which was most of the time if you were being honest. You had cried yourself to sleep almost every night for the past four nights, even breaking down on poor Sansa one morning at breakfast, forcing the girl to try and console you as you cried into the lemon cakes.

Tonight, the evening before the wedding, was no different.

You had gone to the gardens to try and find some peace from your restless thoughts, hoping the stars would give you some comfort. But as you looked up into the night sky, the crickets chirping and the crackle of the torches filling the air, all you could think of was Oberyn. All you could see were the constellations he had pointed out to your mere nights ago, and the stories Ellaria gave them as he did so. The only thing you would think of as you collapsed, sobbing, onto a nearby bench was the fact that you were about to enter a one-sided marriage, a loveless union with non-mutual feelings. Your chest was aching so fiercely you thought your heart might rip from your chest and it even made your fingers tingle. You couldn’t hear anything over your own sobs, so when a warm hand rested itself on your shoulder you jerked in surprise wiping quickly at your tears as you looked up to identify the intruder. Your heart sank even further when you realized it was the very man you were crying over, sitting next to you on the stone bench, a look of deep concern etched onto his features.

“What is wrong my flower? What has caused you such sadness?” he asks quietly, his hand coming to wipe gently at the tears still streaming down your cheeks.

You sniffle and turn away from him, slightly embarrassed that he found you in such a state, yet unable to compose yourself or stop the tears. You don’t say anything. what could you say? Confess your love to a man who doesn’t love you back? Tell him you are still terrified of getting wed tomorrow? Neither of those options sounded appealing, yet Oberyn seemed to understand anyways. He let out a long sigh, cradling one of your hands in both of his.

“Ah,” he breathes, “The wedding.”

“Yes,” you say simply, throat clogged with too many emotions to say much more.

Oberyn turns to face you, hands squeezing yours reassuringly, “What are you afraid of flower?” His voice is sincere, and filled with concern, and this alone brings more tears to your eyes, and another wave of cries wrack your body as you finally crack. All of your pent-up emotions and thoughts spilling out at once.

“I’m afraid of this marriage Oberyn,” you cry, wiping at your nose with your free hand, “I love you,” you finally admit, “I have grown to love you over this short time, and it terrifies me because you have her.”

Oberyn’s brows knit together in confusion, “Ellaria? What does she have to do with this?” he asks incredulously.

You look at him now, really look at him for the first time since he’s sat down, and you see utter confusion on his face, something out of character for the usually confident and suave man, and you take in a deep, shuddering breath.

“She has everything to do with this,” you whisper, “You lover her.” You say finally, a single tear slips down your cheek as you finally say the words out loud, “You love her Oberyn. Not me. And as much as I love you,” your voice cracks pathetically, “I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a one-sided marriage,” you say finally.

Your words hang heavy in the air and, for a moment, everything is silent. Even the crickets have stopped singing and the only thing you can hear are your quiet sniffles. Nothing is said for what feels like ages, until Oberyn takes your chin between his fingers and gently urges you to look at him.

“It’s true,” he begins, “I am in love with Ellaria,” he states.

You let out a small sigh and close your eyes, your heart breaking in two. But Oberyn’s hands cupping the sides of your face make you open your eyes once more and you are greeted with his dark brown eyes swimming in emotion as he gazes at you.

“But I love you too,” he admits, “You can love more than one person, my love. And I love Ellaria and you. My love for is more vast than the stars in the sky, and I knew it from the moment I met you in that hallway,” his words were laced with emotion.

Even though you could tell he was sincere, the seed of self-doubt was planted deeper than you thought, and you shook your head.

“How can you love me when you have Ellaria?” you ask quietly.

Oberyn smiles, one hand moving down to rest behind your neck while the other stayed on your cheek, thumb wiping away any traces of tears.

“Because you are different from any woman I’ve met,” he whispers, “You are fierce and have a quick wit, yet you are unceasingly kind and compassionate. I love the way your nose crinkles when you disagree with something and I love the way you speak about the things you are passionate about. I love the way your eyes shine when you laugh with Sansa or speak with Ellaria. I love your smile and your humor and your biting edge and your passion – “ he pauses for a moment, just to look at you for a moment longer before he continues, “I love you my flower, all of you.”

Before you can process the whirlwind of emotions his words brought upon you, Oberyn is pulling you in for a passionate yet gentle kiss. And as if his words didn’t reassure you enough, this kiss did. You both said all of the things you couldn’t say out loud during this moment, and when you finally pulled away, you were both smiling the most genuinely happy smiles you had in a long time. And for the first time since you found out about this arrangement, you weren’t afraid. You were excited - happy even - to be lucky enough to marry a man like Oberyn.

He smiles at you sweetly, pressing another quick kiss to your lips and asking, “Are you still afraid?”

You just chuckle and shake your head, “Not in the slightest, my Prince.”

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