I Can't Get No Stannisfaction
I Can't Get No Stannisfaction
The name's Lanni. I'm a twenty and one spazz that is obsessed with A Song of Ice and Fire, The Walking Dead, The Avengers, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Supernatural, and much more. I'm kind of a bastard, but I make up for it by writing ASOIAF fanfic requests. I'm also getting into TWD fanfiction. If you hate Theon Greyjoy or Catelyn Stark or characters that most people hate, this blog is not for you. Also I routinely liveblog when I watch tv shows and when I'm drunk.
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Family comes first (Edmure Tully fic) 

booktick:

Title: Family comes first

Summary: Edmure Tully holds onto hope.

Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise.

A/N: I suppose this does contain spoilers for those who don’t know what’s going on with Edmure Tully in the books. Edmure is a bit sad in this fic, so there’s that. I guess that would be my only warning, besides expect a lot of feels for Edmure Tully. I hope you all like this fic.

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24 Apr, 13 27 notes


booktick:

Title: “We are nothing”

Summary: We are nothing, Jon Snow. We are specks in the world, and we die, the Gods do not give mercy for those honorable and just. We’re put down in the cold, and that’s where we rot—where are the Gods then?

Characters/Pairings: Mance Rayder. Jon Snow.

Warnings: Mance being Mance. Oh! And Jon Snow knows nothing.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this franchise. None. At all.

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23 Apr, 13 5 notes


And the Ice will Melt Away - Sansa x the Smalljon 

(For anonymous using this prompt- holy shit this is actually a really happy fanfic??? i don’t know to make of that. of course it kind of spiraled into arya and sansa sister-feels, but this is also just about sansa being happy and finally being treated right. because my real OTP for sansa is just sansa/happiness.)

A N D  T H E  I C E  W I L L  M E L T  A W A Y

She picked at her hair nervously, unable to stop herself, though she knew that he wouldn’t care about her hair. He didn’t care about any of that. One time, just a moment before he’d arrived at Winterfell, she’d tripped on a bit of ice and fallen onto the ground. When she’d picked herself up with Jeyne Poole’s help, she’d had dirt on her dress and her hair had come undone; of course he’d appeared in front of her right then, but he’d just smiled and asked if she was alright, never once commenting on her appearance. She liked that about him. He never picked at her, never seemed to want her to improve, was always perfectly content with how she acted and looked.

Of course she was nervous though. He was of the North, strong, rugged yet handsome, and older than her as well. She had commented that she was worried that she was too much of a Southerner for him, but he’d shaken his head and told her, “If anything, I am too Southerner for you. The Starks have winter in their bones, and you have it more than most, perhaps from your time in the South.”

If she could pinpoint the exact moment when she realized that she felt strongly for him, it would have been then.

“You know, if you keep picking at your hair, it’s just going to fall out,” Arya drawled from behind.

Sansa turned around to shoot her younger sister a glare, but the other girl just grinned at her. It was a hollow jest, one meant to bring Sansa out of her worrisome daydreams, and it did the trick. She harrumphed and looked back to her reflection. “At least I have hair to pick at,” she replied, making herself sound as snotty as possible. “Your hair is still growing into a mess, thanks to all the times you cut it.”

At this her sister laughed. There was a smacking sound on the floor, letting Sansa know that her sister had jumped to her feet, and then she felt arms wrap around her and saw her sister’s face in the mirror, her sharp chin on Sansa’s shoulder. “You do not need to worry so much. He always goes on about how you’re the most gorgeous girl in Westeros.” When Arya pulled away, Sansa turned in her chair to look as her sister stood with an open expression on her face and her palms up in the air. She then went on in an absurdly deep voice: “’I’ve been everywhere with His Grace, fighting battles all throughout Westeros, but I’ve never seen a girl shine so brightly as Sansa Stark. She’s prettier than that first spring snow.’

“Arya!” Sansa proclaimed with a gasp, blush tinting her cheeks. “Stop it. He does not say things like that.”

“Does too,” Arya insisted, that sneaky grin back on her face. “It’s even worse when the others convince him to drink. Just can’t stop going on and on about you. Rather annoying really. Dacey always goads him into it, just because she knows it peeves the other men.”

Sansa shook her head. “You are ridiculous. You all are.”

“Of course he is,” Arya replied, shrugging her shoulders. “He’s in love.”

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23 Apr, 13 16 notes


devanseaworth:

BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO LANNI!!!! OKAY I WAS GOING TO DO A DEPRESSING BARATHEON THING FOR YOU BUT I JUST CAN’T DO IT. I can’t write something so depressing shit I can’t even think of something so depressing. Sooooo….

Game of Thrones: Lannister/Arrested Development AU
I had a difficult time to sort the siblings with the Bluth siblings so I just resorted to:

Tywin - Genderswap! Lucille Bluth Jaime - Michael Bluth Cersei - Lindsay Bluth Tyrion - Gob Bluth and really you can play around with the rest of the Lannister kids. Again I had a hard time choosing characters to fit the others. Basically the Lannisters/Bluths are one and the same for me so any character can fit because they’re both crazy ass families.

THERE’S ALWAYS MONEY IN CASTERLY ROCK.

devanseaworth:

BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO LANNI!!!! OKAY I WAS GOING TO DO A DEPRESSING BARATHEON THING FOR YOU BUT I JUST CAN’T DO IT. I can’t write something so depressing shit I can’t even think of something so depressing. Sooooo….

Game of Thrones: Lannister/Arrested Development AU

I had a difficult time to sort the siblings with the Bluth siblings so I just resorted to:

Tywin - Genderswap! Lucille Bluth
Jaime - Michael Bluth
Cersei - Lindsay Bluth
Tyrion - Gob Bluth
and really you can play around with the rest of the Lannister kids. Again I had a hard time choosing characters to fit the others. Basically the Lannisters/Bluths are one and the same for me so any character can fit because they’re both crazy ass families.

THERE’S ALWAYS MONEY IN CASTERLY ROCK.


23 Apr, 13 32 notes


booktick:

Title: Warm gestures

Summary: Catelyn had to be perfect.

Characters/Pairings: Catwin. Catelyn Stark/Tywin Lannister.

Warnings: Nothing in particular, a bit of sadness I suppose.

Disclaimer: I own none of this franchise. None. At all.

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22 Apr, 13 18 notes


rhottenart:

And DONE! In all its mighty power puff font glory. Did lots of experimenting tonight. :I

rhottenart:

And DONE! In all its mighty power puff font glory. Did lots of experimenting tonight. :I


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NOT ANOTHER FUCKING MUDDY FIELD: A Trout in Wolf's Clothing: Arya and Catelyn meta 

michellefairley:

vixleonard:

I think Arya often gets labeled the “Stark” because she’s so often physically compared to Ned and Lyanna, but I absolutely think Arya is fully Catelyn’s daughter. I’d even go so far as to say Arya is more like Catelyn than Sansa is but I don’t think most people would recognize it, including Catelyn and Arya.

There are references through the book from Ned’s POV that he wasn’t quite like his siblings and the wild wolf blood, and it’s implied Arya has that. But we also know Edmure and Lysa are impulsive with tempers, the Blackfish is awesomely stubborn, Hoster obviously had conflicts with his brother, and Catelyn is awesome pretty much in every respect. Like Catelyn, Arya is intelligent, resourceful, and comfortable holding her own among men; she lacks Catelyn’s political acumen and courtesies, but that’s because she’s a child and wasn’t raised in the South where courtly manners seem to be stressed much more. Though Arya seems to identify more with her father and the Northern customs, she repeatedly stresses that she prays to the Old Gods and the New. As shown in ASOS, Arya misses her mother and longs to return to her and save her, nearly getting herself killed in the process. Catelyn, at great political cost to Robb and the North, let Jaime go so her daughters could be returned to her. But I think what Catelyn and Arya share the most is a frustration at the limitations placed upon them by their sex.

We see this most clearly when Catelyn calls Robb to the carpet for not trading Jaime. ”Girls aren’t important enough.” Catelyn knows her daughters have essentially no value in Westerosi society beyond who they can be married to and what that will bring their house; though her marriage turned out well, Catelyn was promised to Brandon Stark when she barely a teenager and then, when he died, just got passed to his brother like a horse. She saw Lysa married off to a man old enough to be their grandfather. Sansa was promised to Joff, and the North is now in open rebellion against the Iron Throne, so that betrothal gives Sansa no protection and Arya, even less. By Robb refusing to go for his sisters, even though it is technically the smart decision politically, it is a reminder to Catelyn of how little women are valued. And as we see when she starts giving Robb advice he does not want to take, she says kings do not want mothers. Even though Catelyn is arguably the best politician among Robb’s allies, her voice matters less because she is “just” a woman.

Compare this to Arya, whose first order from Yoren is to disguise her sex so she isn’t raped on the road. While Sansa has been sexually intimidated and assaulted, it is Arya who has been told to constantly be on alert for the possibility of it because she is among “criminals.” (And the sexual assault themes in this series is an entirely different kind of meta.) The only women Arya sees are ones who are abused (Pia), sex workers (the women at the Peach), and mothers (the Lady of Acorn Hall, Catelyn), all of whom fit scripted roles in Arya’s admittedly limited experience. For Arya, she sees Catelyn as the woman who tends to her children, is married to her father, helps run Winterfell; she doesn’t see Catelyn as possessing any real power, and the only woman she’s ever seen with power (Cersei) wronged her and her family so egregiously, Arya wants to murder her. There’s a lot of meta about Arya hating women and the fluidity of Arya’s gender presentation, but I don’t think Arya hates women or even that she wants to be a man; I think Arya resents the limitations put on her, doesn’t understand the incredibly limited amount of options available to women so when they don’t fight back, she gets doubly frustrated, and knows she is safer when no one knows she’s a girl because she cannot be victimized.  

The moment the Brotherhood finds Arya, what’s the first thing they do? They force her back into a gown and she’s back to being Lady Arya. The freedom and ability to protect herself is taken away; even wrestling with Gendry in the forge gets Gendry chastised because you don’t behave that way with a lady, never mind what Arya wants. In ASOS, we see Arya and Catelyn both stripped of the agency they’ve acquired in ACOK, Arya by the Brotherhood and Catelyn by Robb and his men.  

Even the Red Wedding shows us how similar they are. When Arya knows her family is in trouble, she runs towards the Twins even though it would mean certain death. When Catelyn sees Robb and his men being killed around her, she tries to intervene and murders Jinglebell even though it means certain death. Family, duty, honor. Even in Braavos when Arya is technically free of any Westerosi expectation placed upon her, she still kills Daeron of the Night’s Watch because he broke his vow, he soiled his honor and it’s the duty of the Warden of the North to execute deserters.

And I also think it’s worth mentioning that it’s Nymeria who pulls Catelyn’s body from the Trident, who allows her to be revived by Lord Beric. We know Arya’s a warg, and we know the “wolf dreams” are the Starks in wolf bodies; even if Arya doesn’t understand it, she pulled her mother from the river and delivered her to the people who wanted to protect Arya and take her to her family.  

Lady Stoneheart and Faceless!Man!Arya aren’t that different of characters. Arya is No One; she is an echo of whoever wore her face last, she is whoever the priests tell her to be in order to give the gift. Lady Stoneheart is not Catelyn Stark; “she don’t speak but she remembers.” She has a list just like Arya: Lannisters, Boltons, Freys. The manifestations are different but the goal is the same: revenge. When you think of Ned and Sansa, they didn’t/don’t want revenge; they want to go home, to escape a world that doesn’t make sense. Arya and Catelyn/Stoneheart know there is no home to return to so they’re going to take everyone else down with them.

And that’s why the lack of focus on Arya and Catelyn’s relationship is criminal.


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17 Apr, 13 8580 notes


Not in Blood But in Bond - Arya, House Lannister, and Catwin 

(For madamdoesnothing using this prompt - OK, so this is a sequel to The Pack Survives, Seeing, and The Caged Wolf and I really need to come up with a name for this random chaptered fic, but whatever. Basically, all you need to know is that Arya was brought to King’s Landing after the Red Wedding, Catelyn lived and was forced to marry Tywin, and…yeah go read those fics. This is super freaking long and it’s kind of crappy because I’m so out of touch with my writing. Also the ending is whatever because I’m freaking tired. It’s 6 am. I’ve got a final in life 5 hours but I have to get up in 3. OOPS. What’s college mean anyways? And I know I said that I’d finish this tomorrow, BUT I WAS IN THE MOOD TO WRITE. So here you go, ten million years [or six months] later.)

N O T  I N  B L O O D  B U T  I N  B O N D

Arya grimaced as her handmaiden put yet another pin in her hair. She’d lost count what felt like ages ago, pins upon pins in her long, dark brown hair, and even a few blue flowers as well. She hated it, of course, but kept her mouth shut. Today was supposed to be a special day. It would be the day that Lord Tywin announced her betrothal to… Oh, she didn’t know. Tywin had kept her informed on who her possible matches would be, but in the end, she had despondently told him that she did not want to know.

Another pin in her hair, this time pricking her scalp, and Arya jerked away, turning to glare heatedly at the handmaiden. “I think you’re finished.”

“But m’lady, your hair is not all–”

“No, I think it is.” Arya stood from her seat, took one look at her hair which looked more than finished to her, and then walked out of the room without so much as a dismissal. She knew it was rude and that the girl was only doing her job, but Arya was tired and frustrated and had spent her entire morning getting ready for an event she did not welcome. She didn’t care that the blue flowers in her hair matched perfectly with the blue gown she had been given or that she looked almost as nice as Sansa did on her bad days. All she wanted to do was run outside, ride her horse as fast as possible to loose her hair, play in the snow like a child though she was no longer one.

I am older than Robb ever was, she thought as she swept past the small council room that Lord Tywin used for the meetings.

Since she could not run off, she was fully planning on hiding in her mother’s bedchambers until the ceremony began. Surely Lady Catelyn would understand Arya’s pain. Her mother had been betrothed as well, and when her suitor had died, she had married a stranger, Arya’s own father. They were both dead now though, and her mother had been forced to marry a stranger yet again. That had been years though and while things were still strange and her mother still had bouts of sadness things were…warmer between husband and wife. There was even a baby now, a half-brother to Arya and this one not a bastard. Her mother would be able to give her the best advice and a nice hug.

Instead, Arya rounded the corner and bumped into something smaller than her, something that made a sound like, “Oomph!”

“Watch yourself! You could ruin my dress!” she snarled, despite not caring one lick about whether or not her dress was ruined. When she looked up at the offender (who was really the victim here), she was startled to find that it was not a handmaiden or a child but actually Tyrion Lannister, the Master of Coin and Lord Tywin’s second son. “Oh, I am sorry, my lord. I did not know it was you. Are you alright?”

“Not to worry, child,” Lord Tyrion sighed as he awkwardly stood up and brushed himself off, “worse things than a young girl have tried to kill me and failed. I’m quite alright.”

The nasty-looking scar on his face, complete with a bit of his nose missing, was proof enough of that, but Arya kept that to herself. It had scared her at first, seeing his face like that when she had first come to King’s Landing, but years had allowed her to grow used to it, to the point where she barely seemed to notice it at times no matter its size.

Tyrion eyed her. “Perhaps I should ask if you are alright, my lady. You look…distressed.”

“I’m just…excited, is all,” Arya replied, somewhat lamely.

What would Sansa do? was the reoccurring thought, more and more as her time in King’s Landing progressed. Sansa would know what to do; Sansa would know what to say. She had played all these people like a fiddle in the end. She had known all the right things to do when she had been betrothed and later married to Willas Tyrell. But thinking that did not help Arya one bit. She wasn’t Sansa. She was Arya Stark and Arya was no better at playing the game in King’s Landing than a dog was.

“Excited, yes, I’m sure,” Tyrion deadpanned. “Every girl dreams about the day she’s sold off like a cow.”

Arya scowled. “I’m not a cow.”

“Of course you’re not,” he said, a little smile on his face. “You’ve grown into a remarkably pretty young woman, most definitely not a cow. Boys will be lining up for you at the gate and fathers will greedily ask for you for their sons.”

Despite herself, despite everything in her, her face fell. “Only because I am a Stark and my step-father is the Hand of the King and a Lannister. I’m not much of a match for anyone’s son without my name.”

“You must look on the bright side, my lady.”

“And what’s that?”

“Why think of all the lovely children you’ll be forced to whelp!”

A smile broke out onto Arya’s face. It was an awful thing to think of – her worth only being her name and the amount of children she had – but the grand way in which Tyrion had said it, how he’d thrown his hands in the air and smiled almost gruesomely, brought the smile to her face. He had a fancy way of talking sometimes, almost as if he enjoyed irritating his father, but Arya loved it. Everything was transformed into a story by Tyrion Lannister and she loved listening to him talk, just as Sansa had loved hearing all the songs and stories about knights and maidens. But Lord Tyrion’s stories were dark and gritty and absolutely fascinating, nothing like the stories of her childhood. He never censored himself in front of her, except for when her mother and Lord Tywin were around, and then he would wink at her when neither were looking and whisper that he’d tell her more later.

“Fret not, Arya,” Tyrion told her. “I know you are worried – and you have every right to be – but rest assured my father will not force some terrible and idiotic lad on you. While he may care little for me, he does not want any harm to come to you. He is…fond of you.”

“Fond.” Arya snored at the thought.

“If he wasn’t, you would have already been married off by now instead of just now being betrothed,” Tyrion explained. When she gave him a puzzled yet curious look, he shrugged his shoulders. “There is a reason he has been holding off, keeping you here. It makes your mother happy and it makes you happy and gods be good he seems to actually like having you both happy.”

Arya chewed on her bottom lip and looked to the ground, thinking of all the times Tywin had said that she was not ready to be betrothed and that she needed more time. To do what, she’d never had a clue, perhaps mature or just grow up and get over herself. “I suppose…”

Tyrion pat her on the arm. “When all the hubbub is done, we’ll have a cup of wine to properly celebrate and drown out any sorrows you might have.”

Truth be told, she wanted the cup of wine now, to calm her nerves, but she knew that wouldn’t be the best thing to do. Her mother and Lord Tywin let her have a cup of wine every now and then, considering she was six and ten and quite old enough, but the only time she’d been drunk had been with Tyrion. She had been miserable and in an awful state after getting into an argument with her mother and Lord Tywin reprimanding her. Tyrion had shown up with a few sound words of advice and two skins of wine. By the end of the night, both of them had been drunk and laughing and made plans to go visit a whorehouse just to scandalize everyone.

They hadn’t done that yet. And perhaps they never would. That made her terribly sad again just thinking about it.

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