An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Brandon Stark/Catelyn Tully Stark
Characters: Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Brandon Stark, Maester Vyman of Riverrun (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Additional Tags: Injury, Adultery, Arguing, Not Canon Compliant
Summary:
The Starks are visiting Riverrun and Ned is gravely injured during a hunt. Everyone is deeply concerned for the second son of house Stark, including lord Hoster's eldest daughter, who spends a lot of time by his side.
Just posted this! I'm gonna be honest, I was a lot more excited when I started writing this but it didn't turn out exactly the way I wanted it to. It's still my work however and I'm proud of some of its aspects!
Fellow NedCat enthusiasts, I’m pleased to announce the fourth year of NedCat week will take place January 17-23 2027 (fake looking date) + the 24th for catch-up. Prompt voting should be open around the second week of June and close July 19th via google form. Just like last year there’s some prompts that didn’t make the cut last year that you can vote on and a space for suggestions. See you soon!
When Jaime is like "you can take the black, hangout with Ned's bastard" and blackfish is like "cat hated that kid, never trusted him, just like theon, bitches all" but blackfish has been with Lysa for years, had never visited Winterfell in Arya's memory so Cat was writing letter like "dear uncle, you would not believe who I have to deal with in this wasteland" and he remembered... That's how you know Brynden is gay, he stans his divas....
Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Thanks for the ask and I'm so glad to see you back!<33
My favorite works are mostly things I've written recently because my old stuff usually make me cringe tbh
In the darkest hour https://archiveofourown.org/works/82278891
Only by touch https://archiveofourown.org/works/78855681
A moment's peace https://archiveofourown.org/works/78787516
Unexpected turn of events https://archiveofourown.org/works/78783716
Very very important question and I once again need my mutuals' guidance because I can't seem to make decisions about these things on my own.
How long do we think it took Ned and Cat to fuck again after she arrived at Winterfell?? We know our girl is duty obsessed and they needed a second child but I mean Ned definitely gave her some space for a while so I genuinely can't figure out how long it would have taken them.
Is anyone else really maternal over their younger selves?? I look at pictures of myself from when I was little and it almost makes me want to cry. I just wanna hug that sweet little girl
One thing about me is that I don't think I can make a modern au work. Like, ever. There have been several attempts, one of which was even posted and to this day it's my least favorite thing I've ever written (sorry to the kind people that have commented on this fic. I don't like visiting it and so I don't reply to comments)
I was thinking about this again and for you, my beloved tragedy enjoyer, I am going to make an attempt to tackle it. I have a version I wrote for something I’m never going to post, so I think I can rework it for Nedalyryn and Arya (with support from Jon). (Although I have to get through the Baelor/Aly/Kingsguard bit first!) ❤️❤️
Omgggg?? I had forgotten I even sent this ask honestly I've sent you many random thoughts over the last few months and my memory is not incredible lmfao but I adore this concept SO MUCH. You know how I am about anything hurt/comfort sooooo... I swear, this is a prompt that speaks directly to my heart and has for many years now (I've read A LOT of h*rry p*tter fanfiction as a teenager in which any one of the kid characters is harming themselves and one of the professors figures it out and helps them through it. It's literally one of the things that introduced me to fanfic) so to read something similar about the starkilings and Aly —who I love so much— will probably have me sobbing!!
I don't even need to tell you to take your time and write whatever feels right, do I?? Give it a shot when you can, if it works out you'll make me a very happy person, if it doesn't I'll enjoy all your other works just as much as I always do🤗
I fear I've accidentally caused myself some damage. I wrote a smutty oneshot about two greek politicians that have been dead for a hundred years I somehow ended up liking it so much more than my actual works so now I'm staring at the fics I've posted like "wow, is it all just... garbage?"
Okay okay I DON'T believe that all my writing is garbage and some incredibly nice comments as of late have boosted my confidence significantly however I have come to a few realizations as to why writing primarily nedcat gives me some trouble from time to time.
The thing is that at the end of the day they're both good people and while this lends itself incredibly to fluff, when I want to write something that's a bit more intense it becomes more challenging. Not because they don't fight (which they do) but because I just can't see them intentionally hurting each other —not significantly at least— so a lot of the time the emotion has to be conveyed through the character's inner monologue rather than the dialogue between them. (Something which I'm not so sure I'm great at)
For instance in the context of that other fic I recently wrote the phrase "you used me like a common whore" and the scene felt soooo charged I really impressed myself there and then I found myself thinking "wow, you could never write something like this for nedcat." Big accusations like this just don't. work. for. them. In my works at least, I'm not doubting that someone else could make it work.
Anyway that's a looot of words to just say that writing for a *RELATIVELY* healthy ship has its challenges from time to time. Writing for more toxic people can be fun as well
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Catelyn Tully Stark/Ned Stark, Brandon Stark/Catelyn Tully Stark
Characters: Catelyn Tully Stark, Ned Stark, Brandon Stark, Maester Vyman of Riverrun (A Song of Ice and Fire)
Additional Tags: Injury, Adultery, Arguing, Not Canon Compliant
Summary:
The Starks are visiting Riverrun and Ned is gravely injured during a hunt. Everyone is deeply concerned for the second son of house Stark, including lord Hoster’s eldest daughter, who spends a lot of time by his side.
Just posted this! I’m gonna be honest, I was a lot more excited when I started writing this but it didn’t turn out exactly the way I wanted it to. It’s still my work however and I’m proud of some of its aspects!
oh you know i gotta get me some angst :bb
"I can't keep doing this." With either Ned and Aly or Maekar and Aly, whichever you feel like writing :>
from this list
Ohhh, either is so good!! But I have gone with modern!Nedaly. Enjoy! 😙 (reminder that modern!Nedaly are Muslim; ey Khodaa = ‘my God’ in Persian) (mentions of Brandon dying in a car accident he caused) divider by @strangergraphics
He was slumped against a wall, staring at the sidewalk. I sighed heavily, glancing over my shoulder at my car, then approached, smiling at the officer standing beside him.
“You the wife?” she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s me,” I answered with another sigh.
“Mind if I see some ID?”
I silently handed her my license and silently waited as she checked that the address matched Ned’s, then wrote down the number. Ned continued to stare at the ground. I likewise refused to look at him.
“Here you are.” The officer handed my license back. “You’re free to take him. No one’s pressing any charges, they just wanted them both out.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” I dipped my head, dropping my wallet back into my purse. “Let’s go, Ned.”
I spun around before he could answer, marching back down the sidewalk. He quickly shoved off the wall and hurried to catch up with me, grabbing my elbow. I paused, glaring at him, grossly pleased to see a mark already blooming on his jaw. Ned swallowed.
“Aly, please, I—”
“The boys are sleeping in the backseat,” I cut him off sharply. “You are going to get in the fucking car and you are going to be fucking silent while I drive us all home, because if you try to explain this I am going to scream, and I don’t want them to wake up. We’ll discuss this once they’re back in their beds.”
Ned dropped his eyes, nodding. I pulled my arm out of his grasp and stomped to the car, glancing up the road before quickly opening the door and getting in. Obediently, Ned got into the passenger seat and sat silently the entire drive home. Once there, he gently unbuckled Robb and pulled him into his arms as I did the same with Jon, following me inside and tucking Robb back into his bed. I kissed each boy’s forehead once, then quietly, but angrily, made my way back downstairs. Ned stayed a moment longer, saying a quiet goodnight before joining me in the kitchen.
“Here.” I pushed a finger of whiskey at him, holding my own. “Not that you fucking need more liver damage, but…”
“Thanks,” Ned muttered, picking up the glass. I sighed again, then gestured to the barstools. Ned sat as I walked over to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. I wrapped it in a towel, then moved back around the island to stand beside him. I set down my whiskey.
“Turn.”
Ned swiveled towards me. I cupped the unbruised side of his face, tipping it back, then pressed the ice pack to the bruised side. Ned examined my face, probably hoping to find some sympathy there. But I was out of sympathy. All I had left was heartache and exhaustion.
“I can’t keep doing this,” I whispered after a moment. “I love you, Eddard, but I just can’t.”
“Aly, I’m sorry.” His storm cloud eyes pleaded with me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want them to call you! I tried to get them to let me go on my own, but they wouldn’t listen, and Robert wouldn’t answer.”
“So you made me put our two sixteen-month-olds in the car at one in the fucking morning? When I have a fucking meeting I absolutely cannot fucking reschedule at nine?”
“I’m sorry!”
“You only have one other person you can fucking call! How fucking sad is that, Ned?!” I pulled my hand away, and he jerked his up to grab the ice pack, holding it to his face. “Everyone else has given up! All your other friends! I mean, really, how much more can you lose before you get it the fuck together?!” Ned dropped his gaze and I scoffed. “I’m done, Ned. I’m taking the boys to Lena’s.”
“What?!” Ned shot up, ice pack abandoned on the counter. “Aly, no, please! I promise, you won’t get another call from the police! You won’t have to pick me up from another bar!”
“The calls and the fights aren’t the fucking problem, Ned!” I snapped, backing away from the hand he’d raised to caress my face. “The problem is that you are breaking my heart over and over! The problem is that you are hellbent on destroying your life! The problem is that the boys and I aren’t enough to get you out of that car!”
“I didn’t want to get out of that car!” Ned yelled back. “I wish to Allah I hadn’t!”
“Well that’s one thing we can fucking agree on!”
I saw my words hit him square in the chest. He blinked rapidly, trying to process. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my fists, and took a deep breath. I tipped my chin up, opening my eyes again and coldly meeting his gaze.
“I wished you’d fucking died with Brandon. I wish I was six months into widowhood. Because this?” I gestured up and down at him. “Watching you slowly ruin yourself? It hurts so much more. I mean it wasn’t even your mistake! Brandon was behind the wheel! Brandon wasn’t fucking sober! Your only mistake was getting in the car with him! I mean, ey Khodaa, Ned, did you have a fucking death wish?!”
“No! No, I didn’t want to leave you and the boys!” Ned protested. “Are you crazy?”
“Am I crazy?! Am I CRAZY?! No, Ned! I’m married to a man who survived a car accident that was entirely his brother’s fucking fault but which he can’t stop fixating on, to the point of ignoring EVERYTHING else!! I feel useless and worthless and completely fucking lost! I’m fucking tired! I’m heartbroken! And I can’t keep fucking doing this!” A sob left me without my permission, making me turn away from him. “I can’t, I can’t keep doing this, Eddard. I can’t.”
“Aly.” Ned wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head.
“Please, Eddard, please,” I quietly pleaded into his chest, returning the embrace after a second. “You’re hurting me so much. I don’t want to leave you, but this isn’t good for Robb and Jon, and besides, I don’t know how else to make you wake up. Please.”
“I’m sorry.” He took a shuddering breath. “Fuck, Aly, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see how much I was hurting you. I thought it was just me I was harming.”
“Everything that hurts you hurts me, Eddard.” I tilted my head back to look up at him. “You’re my husband. My other half. My soulmate. I can help, if you just let me.”
“I’ll let you.” He leaned down and kissed me. “I’ll let you help me.”
“And you’ll talk to someone? A professional?” I murmured, reaching one hand up to card through his hair.
“And I’ll talk to someone,” Ned repeated. “I’ll even go to therapy with you, if you want.”
“Okay.” I took another deep breath. “Okay, Eddard.” I gently kissed him again. “Thank you.”
We stood there for a long time, long enough that when we finally separated, I had to get him a second ice pack. Back in our pajamas and bed, Ned held it to his jaw as I curled around him. Quietly, tears fell from my eyes to his chest.
“Why’re ya crying?” Ned grumbled, fingers running along my side.
“I’m so fucking glad you’re not dead,” I whispered.
“Yeah,” Ned sighed. “Me too.”
He bent to kiss the top of my head, and I felt the weight of his guilt in it. But that was a problem for the morning. For now, I had a warm, solid chest to sleep on and the reassurance that my husband was finally going to get out of the car and leave his brother’s ghost behind.
