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Game Of Thrones Masterlist

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I made a separate masterlist for each of these fandoms on my over all main masterlist. This one probably wont get updated but the new ones will.

By: @chloe-skywalker

* = Requested

Main Masterlist

Jaime Lannister:

~ Challenge

~ Consequences

~ Pain

~ Better Man

~ Protection

Robb Stark:

~ For You

~ Give Them A Chance

~ Propersituations Part 1

~ Propersituations Part 2

Daenerys Targaryen:

~ Your Side (Sister!Reader)

Tormund Giantsbane:

~ You Would Think

Daemon Targaryen:

~ Coming Soon ...

Ser Harwin Strong:

~ More Than

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

~ Coming Soon ...

Aemond Targaryen:

~ Coming Soon ...

Aegon II Targaryen:

~ Marriage

~ What Does She Know?

Jacaerys Velaryon/Targaryen:

~ At Least Ask

Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip.

I sometimes rewrite passages from the asoiaf books into my fics. Weird, but I like it. Feels like paying homage. This is one passage I adore in A Clash of King:

Arya scuffed at the ground with her foot, but she let the Bull lead her around to the front of the inn. Rorge's laughter and Biter's hissing followed them. "Want to fight?" she asked the Bull. She wanted to hit something.

He blinked at her, startled. Strands of thick black hair, still wet from the bathhouse, fell across his deep blue eyes. "I'd hurt you."

"You would not."

"You don't know how strong I am."

"You don't know how quick I am."

"You're asking for it, Arry." He drew Praed's longsword. "This is cheap steel, but it's a real sword."

Arya unsheathed Needle. "This is good steel, so it's realer than yours."

The Bull shook his head. "Promise not to cry if I cut you?"

"I'll promise if you will." She turned sideways, into her water dancer's stance, but the Bull did not move. He was looking at something behind her. "What's wrong?"

"Gold cloaks." His face closed up tight.

It couldn't be, Arya thought, but when she glanced back, they were riding up the kingsroad, six in the black ringmail and golden cloaks of the City Watch. One was an officer; he wore a black enamel breastplate ornamented with four golden disks. They drew up in front of the inn. 

Soo I rewrote it in a different context. It’s Gendry’s POV. Check it out:

She was dipping her hand in the water, as if to test the temperature. Gendry stood where he was, waiting for the answer she'd have for him. The sound of the water rippling filled the room for a long moment.

"You want to fuck?" he heard her ask.

He blinked at her, startled. She was the one waiting for an answer now, leaning against the tub.

"I'd dishonor you," was what came out of his mouth.

"You would not."

"You don't know what you're talking."

"You don't know what I know or not."

"You are crazy, m'lady." Somehow she was close enough to grab. "You can't say that to a man."

Arya lifted her chin and her eyes darted to his. "I just said it to you." She was still leaning against the tub, had he crossed to room to be so near her? Gendry shook his head and took a step back.

"You're asking for it, Arya."

She widened wicked eyes at that. "I am."

That is not what I meant. "Promise you won't be talking shit like that again!" His voice sounded hoarser than it should.

"I'll promise if you fuck me."

She smiled with lips and eyes to crumble his resolve. He made to grab her by the waist, but Arya suddenly put her hands on his chest and stopped him. Her brows were furrowed. "What's wrong?" He croaked.

"Steps approaching." Her face was stone.

It couldn't be, he'd heard nothing, but when he glanced back over his shoulder the door was screeching open and Jeyne’s stern face appeared behind it.

By the way every time I do that I make note of it so readers know where I am borrowing/stealing from. This is an excerpt from the second chapter in About Oaths and Wolves. It’s on ao3! 

here:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25614373/chapters/62173423 

Gendrya headcanon: nicknames and pet names

So let’s go pick some fights. I think I get it... I think. Pet names signal intimacy between characters, a way of referring to each other that is exclusive to a pair and very meaningful. Nicknames can become almost like pet names sometimes, depending on the context (i.e. “he was the only one who called her that”).

In modern AU I can abide it, usually. More often then not, though, I cringe every time a fanfic writer has Gendry calling Arya "Arry"... In the books Arry is not a nickname, it's a false identity Arya was forced to take up and resents. And Gendry knows it! 

I can’t see it ever becoming a term of endearment between them. The awesome thing about Gendry is that Arya chooses to confide in him who she really is. And immediately after she does, he never ever calls her Arry again - but that’s not all, no, he doesn't call her Weasel or Nan either. Actually, there are a few passages I think are relevant to this topic. Arya's name is so important, it's the name (and not her absent cock) what does it for her to finally acknowledge she has to yield to Gendry: 

A Clash of Kings, Arya V

"I would if I knew, Arry . . . is that really what you're called, or do you have some girl's name?"

Arya glared at the gnarled root by her feet. She realized that the pretense was done. Gendry knew, and she had nothing in her pants to convince him otherwise. She could draw Needle and kill him where he stood, or else trust him. She wasn't certain she'd be able to kill him, even if she tried; he had his own sword, and he was a lot stronger. All that was left was the truth. "Lommy and Hot Pie can't know," she said.

Now of course, right here, Arya could just have said she was called Arya and be done with it, and he'd probably start calling her Arya. But she chooses to tell him who she really is, share her true identity with him: Arya, of House Stark. And never again does Gendry call her by her name, not untill they are somewhere safe. Before that he used to call her Arry all the time, from this point on, he barely ever uses any vocative when talking to her. 

Hot Pie, on the other hand, keeps calling her Arry untill they part

A Storm of Swords, Arya II

"I am not in the habit of serving ale to children, but the cider's run out, there's no cows for milk, and the river water tastes of war, with all the dead men drifting downstream. If I served you a cup of soup full of dead flies, would you drink it?"

"Arry would," said Hot Pie. "I mean, Squab."

And like is to be expected, people around pick up on it: 

Tom sat down across from her. "Squab," he said, "or Arry, or whatever your true name might be, this is for you." He placed a dirty scrap of parchment on the wooden tabletop between them.

This is just Hot Pie being Hot Pie.

A Clash of Kings, Arya VII

"Arya took her meals at a trestle table in the undercroft with Weese and his other charges, but sometimes she would be chosen to help fetch their food, and she and Hot Pie could steal a moment to talk. He could never remember that she was now Weasel and kept calling her Arry, even though he knew she was a girl."

Arya is bothered that Hot Pie keeps calling her Arry even though she's shed that identity already. Arya really resents the 'Arry' identity and for the rest of the books she reacts with indignation every time someone takes her for a boy.

Now, check this out:

A Clash of Kings, Arya IX

Arya slithered through the window and leapt down to the floor beside him.He did not seem surprised to see her. 

"You should be abed, girl." The breastplate hissed like a cat as he dipped it in the cold water. "What was all that noise?"

The vocative Gendry chooses for her is "girl". In that choice he reiterates that unlike Hot Pie he knows that she's a girl. He doesn't call her Arya: he won't let that slip, he'll hold her secret thight (I feel like this is usually downplayed, but Gendry could immensely benefit if he chose to go over to the Lannisters and tell of who Arya actually is). In choosing “girl” he also makes clear that he knows ‘Weasel’ is just a pretense, an alias she's taken for herself momentarily and not who she really is. Now this is not just some quirk, it's intentional. Before Gendry learns the 'Arry' is Arya Stark, he had no problem calling "him" by his name: 

A Clash of Kings, Arya II

Behind the hedge, the Bull shook his head doubtfully. "Why would the queen want you, Arry?"

She punched his shoulder. "Be quiet!"

A Clash of Kings, Arya IV

Look with your eyes, Arya wanted to shout at the men below. "Can't they see we're no lords or knights?" she whispered.

"I don't think they care, Arry," Gendry whispered back.

A Clash of Kings, Arya V

"If we see any leg potion, we'll bring it," Gendry said. "Arry, let's go, I want to get near before the sun is down. Hot Pie, you keep Weasel here, I don't want her following."

Now, here is another thing that is important. When Arya is saying her goodbyes to Hot Pie, she claims to be Arry. Hot Pie has just found out the girl Arry is actually a highborn lady, this ensues:

A Storm os Swords, Arya III

"You broke Lem's too." Hot Pie grinned. "That was good."

"Lem didn't think so," Arya said glumly. Then it was time to go. When Hot Pie asked if he might kiss milady's hand, she punched his shoulder. "Don't call me that. You're Hot Pie, and I'm Arry."

"I'm not Hot Pie here. Sharna just calls me Boy. The same as she calls the other boy. It's going to be confusing."

Okay so what GRRM is saying to us readers through Hot Pie is that Arya isn't Arry. This is done and over. She can’t cling to it.

Now you wanna know the first time and only time Gendry calls Arya by her name on page? It's in A Storm of Swords, Arya IV. They are alone: 

A Storm of Swords, Arya IV

Arya stalked away angry, and would have slammed the door if it hadn't been so heavy. Darkness had settled over Acorn Hall. A few torches burned along the walls, but that was all. The gates of the little castle were closed and barred. She had promised Harwin that she would not try and run away again, she knew, but that was before they started telling lies about her mother.

"Arya?" Gendry had followed her out. "Lady Smallwood said there's a smithy. Want to have a look?"

"If you want." 

This, folks, is the beginning of the forge tickling scene. It’s one of the most genuine and intimate scenes between Gendry and Arya as friends and children and it reeks of puppy love. It’s here that something else important happens: Gendry’s awareness of the class difference between him and Arya becomes an issue starting here, when she talks about him making swords in Riverrun - something he is now evasive about and will later turn down. Now, all of this to say that Arya’s name matters and it matters that Gendry is one of the few people who call her by her own name. Actually, even though a few people (Harwin and the kindly man) say Arya’s name, they don’t use it as a vocative in their interactions with her - Gendry is the only one to ever do it after Arya leaves the Red Keep in A Game of Thrones. 

Now, that’s why I cringe every time people have Gendry calling Arya Arry - it’s not cute, you all!  

None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. ( A Game of Thrones - Sansa I )

I don't even care they should be lying on the smithy ground, I love this illustration so much!

…He finally caught both her wrists in one hand and started to tickle her with the other, so Arya slammed her knee between his legs, and wrenched free. Both of them were covered in dirt, and one sleeve was torn on her stupid acorn dress. “I bet I don’t look so nicenow ,” she shouted.

I am Arya when I get a compliment. 

This was another request .

If that is not a compliment, then I don't know what is

Friends excited about my work make my day 😍

About Oaths and Wolves updated!

Chapter five, The She-Wolf’s Interlude

She’d been laying on the furs without closing her eyes for what felt like hours when Gendry stirred at her side.

“What keeps you from sleep?”

He held her with his strong warm arms and gathered her into his chest, but tonight this made her feel no more at ease.

“Death awaits us in Winterfell,” she whispered.

“What?” His voice was raspy and slow, like it ought to be at such hour.

“That’s what the Ghost said.”

“The… ghost?” Gendry chuckled “you’re not making sense, m'lady.”

He was teasing her. That probed a slight smile to form on her lips. There was no stiff deference in the way he said the title now, and for that reason she let it slide. That, and also she was concerned about other things, serious things.

“The Ghost of High Heart. That old dwarf woman we called on on our way from the inn,” Arya said into the night.

“Is that what she said? I always wondered.”

read from the beginning here

Waning and Waxing

Oh, the irony!

I wrote this short one-shot fic for the "family tradition" prompt for @aryaxgendryweek (very belatedly because I didn't have a tumblr on the first week of August).

The family tradition I meant to overtly work with in the story was "going to the godswood to think"... but only rereading it now I realized there is another family tradition portrayed: wolf-blooded Stark women going to Dorne to give birth.

Unintended consequences twice over, I guess...

Like an uncomfortable garment much too stuffy for summer, doubt had cloaked her for the last three days. The first full moon of the summer was starting to wane, the sun shone warmly and the air felt crisp and cool, yet of late it caught in her throat every time she tried to draw it in deep, as if that cloak constricted her lungs. Eddard Stark would always seek the quiet of the godswood to think, it gave her comfort to do the same, to honor the Stark tradition, to honor her father’s gods. He'd come clean Ice in the waters black as night whenever he took a man’s life, she knew. For herself, she'd taken innumerable lives, but that was not the reason she sought the gods. The heart tree watched her back and she watched the water, hoping its eerie stillness could quiet her racing thoughts. Calm as still water was what Syrio used to say, and she had learned to bring to mind this very image, the black pool beneath the heart tree of Winterfell’s godswood, but now even to look at it wasn’t enough. Nothing would ever be enough. Nothing would ever be the same. With dread, she realized she had seldom felt so shaken. Only this is good, it has to be. A blessing, she told herself, it was a blessing, truly powerful and beautiful. It felt so out of place, though. Now was not the time. This is not the time.

The moon certainly looked down on Arya Stark with some pity. Summer is to blame, she concluded. Or maybe Bran, who ordered the cask of dornish red to be opened for the feast. The summer feast was held the same day the white raven arrived. Winterfell was well prepared, for Morna Whitemask had warned her lordly brother of the changing seasons long before the bird came. The bountiful spring harvests made the feast a wonderous thing, a beautiful thing; there had been so much glee and joy and pride in everybody’s eyes… and peace, in the land and in her heart. Only a fortnight past, it was, when Arya danced with half a hundred men, ate plump strawberries from the glass gardens adorned with thick sweet cream, drank deep from the dry strong wine she liked so well, and went to her chambers giggly and giddy and had her lover carelessly. Have I brought this upon myself? she enquired herself and the gods. Have I asked for it?

@welt-verbessererin that is such a nice thing to say!! Thank you!

It's a blessing and a curse, being a irredeemable nerd.

the oak leaf dress

Hey guys. So. Did you know there is an actual, historical “oak leaf dress” made all of yellow silk? It is in display in the Fashion Museum of Bath, England. 

The silk satin dress features over 400 oak leaves, outlined in satin cord and chenille thread. The darker leaves on the skirt were created by actually cutting out oak leaf shapes, and backing the holes with silk net.

It’s fitting, don’t you think? These two need not be mutually exclusive…

My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk, and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

Har! 

When Tom Sevenstrings sings this song to Arya, she’s wearing the infamous acorn dress (green and brown, bear that in mind) and the dress has just been ripped apart in a ‘fight’ instigated by Arya - an act of refusal to conform with the proper little girl part. Just like in the song, where the maiden of the tree refuses the featherbed (but not the love). 

The acorn motif and the green color both symbolize youth and naivite. In the asoiaf universe we come across sayings like “the acorn dreams the oak” (to denote passage of time) and “green as summer grass” (which speaks to a lack of experience). 

Yellow/golden is the colour of autumn and maturity. Yellow is to green what the oak (and its leaves) are to the acorn.

“I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves” is a bold statement of maturity and ownership of onesef. 

Here is our gown of golden leaves, all in yellow silk:

🥰

And afterward, they insisted she dress herself in girl’s things, brown woolen stockings and a light linen shift, and over that a light green gown with acorns embroidered all over the bodice in brown thread, and more acorns bordering the hem. - Arya IV, aSoS

Arya Stark and Lady Smallwood (neé Swann)

Are you telling me you don't remember the rabbit leg? The bugs from under the rocks? The filched tarts? The capon Weese promised but never shared? The mushy overripe apples, worms and all? The bravoosi seafood seasoned with chopped onions?

“In five Song of Ice and Fire books the only meal I can immediately remember is the one where everybody died” Well the food at that one was deliberately disgusting and offputting to clue the reader in that shit was about to go terribly wrong but you’re telling me you really don’t remember chopped gull’s eggs with hot peppers and a blood orange? Roast swan? Fish soup on the Sisters? Spiced sausages? Ham and cherries? The ironborn’s salt cod and goat? Blackberry wine so sweet it draws more flies than honey? The second swan that brings up bad memories of the first one?

when you're a fierce ass-kicking young woman who left your home and your loved ones wonder if you're dead or alive, and your magic mentor urges you to shed your identity but you refuse them

Uh, I can't!! The parallels are. too. much.

The Dragon Prince team sure explores overuses exceedes loves their aosiaf references!!!

And now it's my favourite (books!) character they are paying homage to 🥰😍

You guys remember when "A girl is Arya Stark. And I'm going home." was the most triumphant line of the year in television?? We got the chills then! It was so significant. And when Rayla said it... I got the chills again. I love it!

BATTLE OF THE WEEK 3

Team GOT

VS

Team TOLKIEN

Drogon VS Smaug

Unsullied VS Elves

Daenerys&Dothraki VS Gandalf&Rohirimms

Jon Snow-White Walker VS Elrond-Nazgûls

Arya&Needle-sword VS Bilbo&Sting-sword

Arya Stark and Aegon V Targaryen || Parallels                         {requested by  @bonniexstyle}

First time I watched GOT Arya’s S5 arc really made me frustrated bc of Jaqen H’ghar . Like, when they were at Harrenhall, he was this mysterious, charming guy who’s clearly super intelligent and extremely dangerous and has a interest in Arya (not in a romantic way ffs).

But then what we meet in S5 is this plain, uninteresting guy who barely seems to even acknowledge that Arya exists. None of the traits that made him fun or interesting are there - just a blank slate. I was super dissapointed, until I realized...

...That’s the point.

asoiaf girls!🫶