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@inspireswar
# inspireswar . an independent & semi-selective, extremely low activity lyanna stark from a song of ice and fire. with inspiration from the books and the television series. canon divergent, brought back to life by personal headcanons. oc and crossover friendly. written by vic ( she / they , 23 , est ).
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"I merely jest. There is no one here I trust more.." He turned to look at Lyanna and had to fight the urge to take her hands into his. The prince fought himself night and day regarding his feelings for her. He was here to convince her brother to bend the knee to Aegon, but that had been long forgotten. Instead, he had fought himself seeking out her. Her company was what he looked forward to most. Aemond was a dragon. He was daring and had claimed the largest dragon in the world. He could make easily make his affections known to her. Inhaling through his nose, he reached for one of her hands. "Your touch is softer than any maesters, my lady," He spoke softly before looking at her. "I have grown rather fond of it. Should you command me not to train for a little then I will do so. However, if I find it is the only way to feel your touch then I might go against your orders.."
"surely, there's someone here you trust more than me." they had practically been at one another's throats since the moment he arrived in winterfell. even if tensions had lessened between them as of late, and she was beginning to feel things for the dragon prince, she figured he would have found another here to lay his trust in. perhaps he hadn't; she was never sure how well he'd settled into winterfell.
grey eyes fell upon their hands as he reached out to her, staring silently for a moment before her gaze lifted to meet his eye. "it is because i care," she found herself saying, a quiet admission for only the two of them. was it foolish to admit feelings to the man whose family went against everything hers stood for? perhaps it was, but she felt too much for him to care. "if you wished for my touch, all you had to do was ask, my prince," she teased, an amused smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "i had not realised you would go to such measures for just my touch.'' there was much she hadn't realised it would seem.
Aemond had promised his mother and grandsire that he would make this work. The North's support was essential, but even he was curious if this would work. He wasn't sure how to speak with her, and the North always seemed like a mystery to those in the South. Duty. He had to perform his duty to make his family proud and keep peace in their realm. Yet, how could he when he couldn't even speak with her? Everything felt different, and he was trying to make some effort to talk with her even if he wasn't doing so well. "I must admit I have never been able to be close to the smallfolk of King's Landing. It seems it would have been beneficial if I had spent more time amongst them.." He admitted, but Aegon had ruined that when he had brought him to a brothel and made him never want to return. "Do you spend a lot of time with the smallfolk here? " Aemond asked as he continued to walk with her. He was trying another way of getting to know one another. Was there a young man amongst them that she had grown close to? Aemond could curse the Seven for his movement when she had touched him. It had been in some effort to stop the pain in his face from starting up again. The cold already had him in more pain than he cared for. It made his face ache down to the bones, and he wanted nothing more than to be warm. When he saw the flash of her hurt in her eyes, he tried to curse even more. This whole walk was becoming a disaster, and he was behind it. "Some do not see it in such a way, Lady Stark, but I am glad if you do.." He watched her hands move away from him and lowered his head. What was he to do now? He didn't want to reach out in case it upset her even more. Watching her turn from him and return to the keep, Aemond felt embarrassed. He had been the one to turn her away; if any Lord saw it, they would mock him. His future wife was beautiful, and he couldn't deny that, but he couldn't even speak with her. Aemond was constantly upsetting her. This wouldn't be a perfect marriage, and he was becoming the reason why...
were the small folk of king's landing similar to those in the north? the starks had not been to the capital city since they had bent the knee to rhaenyra as heir before lyanna was even born, so she could not picture what the city folk there might even be like. "i'm sure you have many duties as a prince that have kept you from being among them." surely the duties of a prince must be equally as intensive as ruling over the north as cregan did, even if aemond would not be king, there was likely so much that was expected of him to know how to do. she did not envy her betrothed or her brother in these tasks. "as often as i can spare, though sometimes i feel it is not often enough," she admitted. what is a lord without his people, or a king for that matter? they would be nothing without the small folk, especially if they were unhappy with their lords and kings. "i listen to their concerns and pleas when cregan is too busy to do so and am their voice to him when they need it."
she almost wondered if they would need someone to act as their voices to each other with how he pulled away from her touch to his face. was there disappointment in the fact she had northern features over those of his house? that she was not silver-haired nor a dragon rider as targaryen princes usually married? the arrangement of their marriage had been too quick for her to truly educate herself on house targaryen, on her husband-to-be, and all he might like or dislike. on what he had been through. "then they are fools, prince aemond," she settled on firmly. how could anyone view overcoming such a thing as a weakness?
she should push the feeling of hurt aside for the sake of cregan and the north, if nothing else, but she found it hard to merely let it be. there was little lyanna would not do for the north and her people, though one thing was certain: she had not wanted an arranged marriage. she wanted love as her parents before her had, but how could she ever have that if he could not even stand her touch?
"Be mine."
The words spoken on the cold air of Winterfell fall among the light bristle of snow falling upon their cloaked forms. Calloused hands grasped a soft, delicate palm against his chest--feeling the thunder of Vladimir's heart. This reminded him of a dream once, a quiet confessional to Lyanna yet the dream had ended before plush lips parted and spoke the answer.
But this was real. Living, breathing.
For such a renowned man from a well known house, Vladimir felt for the first time like his world could be torn apart at any moment. He had never felt this fear--not in the midst of battle or tourneys. No fear until he had spoken two words and waited on baited breath for her response. Lyanna would always be his first love--his first from when they been nothing but mere children giggling and laughing in the snow.
His first from the moment they shared their first dance, clothing twirling and eyes meeting as thought they were the only ones in the room.
@inspireswar starter.
sometimes, lyanna did not know what to expect for them. they had grown up alongside one another in moments she would treasure forever, no matter where life decided to take them as adults. there was not a moment she could think of where vladimir was not at her side through it all, and there was no other way she would have it for the rest of her life. but despite all that was between them, all the firsts they had given to each other, she still found herself worried about there never being anything more between them. that there was nothing but a childhood crush between them, no matter how much she had longed for so much more.
be mine. the words, her hand pressed against his chest, shocked her to hear aloud, to feel between them. gods, how long had she wished to hear him say this and other variations of it? her free hand rose to press over his for a moment before it rose further to cup his cheek in her palm, thumb brushing gently along his cheek. "yes," she breathed out. there was no need for hesitation or denial in this. "i have always been yours," lyanna admitted. she would always be his until she was taken from this world, but even then, her heart would still beat only for him. "I am yours, vladimir."
He leaned toward her so that the echo of the place wouldn't hound them, so that he wouldn't feel so bloody small sitting there in the ruins of whatever this Light forsaken place was. He had heard the story of Shadar Logoth and thinking of it now sent a shiver up his spine. But they would get out of this place, he knew that well enough. They had the determination for that especially if it meant saving those that he lived. Even if that made one of them the Dragon? He drew a breath and then met her eyes. "We're together." He softly told her with a nod of his head. "All of us are and I think if anyone can get out of this it's the lot of us Emond's Fielder's."
@inspireswar - cont'd from here
it was hard not to feel small, inferior even in a place like shadar logoth. it felt impossible, but this place almost seemed to make moiraine and lan appear small, and that thought alone scared her more than she liked to admit. absentmindedly, she scooted closer to where he was sitting with a short nod, hoping that closing the distance between them might put her fears to rest, at least for a little while. "as long as we're together, everything will be alright," she agreed with a short nod, the slight smile on her lips trembling faintly. they've all grown up with stories of the outside world, places like shadar logoth and the dragon, but she did not fear them completely. not as much as she feared losing matt, perrin, egwene or rand. what would she do without them? how could she go home without them by her side as they had always been? "as long as we're together," she repeated again, this time more to reassure herself than anything else.
@qanedanegros contined from here!
why would he not? lyanna wished to ask, tilting her head as her grey eyes studied the elder prince. "he has nothing less than praise for you, my prince." of course, there would always be faults in one's siblings. still, aemond had never spoken of aegon's faults with hate or ire. "all good things, i hope," she said with a soft laugh as a light pink flush overtook her cheeks at the thought of aemond speaking of her. every time she believed that aemond could not be any sweeter, he seemed to become impossibly so, as if it was a challenge, and she could not help but fall further for him because of it.
"winterfell could not ask for a better guest," she answered almost dreamily. she and aemond had not gotten along in the slightest upon his arrival, but eventually, things had begun to change between them and love formed in a place that seemed most unlikely. "we do not get guests in the north often, certainly not princes, so his arrival was unexpected, but we are grateful to have hosted him."
"oh, robert?" lyanna answered with a slight frown tugging momentarily on the corner of her lips. "no doubt he's found himself entertained by my brother or some other woman; it matters not to me." would that lie ever get easier to tell? she doubted it. despite all of ned's promises that robert would change and would be the perfect man for her, it seemed robert always proved him otherwise.
they could take turns, she supposed, though this all seemed like something brandon and eddard would enjoy much more than her. "i do not mind being the one to sit here with benjen; besides, it is far from boring to watch my brothers make fools of themselves on the dance floor." there's no better blackmail than what one does while they were drunk, but remaining sober enough to remember at least pieces of reality. "lyanna stark, it is a pleasure to meet you, lady ashara. i have heard your brother is quite the swordsman; the kingsguard is lucky to have him."
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The more she spoke about beauty, the more Aemond took in her features. Lyanna was beautiful, and he had known that the moment they had met. His attraction to her grew as they were together, and her personality emerged. "I think there might be something more beautiful than them.." Aemond spoke while he looked at her. Her sad smile made him wonder how much he didn't honestly know about her and her family. He had heard of things, but that was somewhat gossip from the ladies or the whispers of the Lords. No one seemed to know the whole story, which wasn't discussed too much. "I cannot wait to see them.." Aemond smiled at her. A smile that he kept reserved just for her.
The Prince thought about her offers more than he admitted. At night while he lay in bed under those furs and wished he had more to keep him warm or someone beside him. Not just someone but her. He wanted to be with her but wasn't confident to act on those feelings. What would happen if he did and someone saw him? Chuckling, he enjoyed her little remarks. "Maybe soon I will join she-wolf…" He gave a little shrug of his shoulders. However, now he was getting curious about the hot springs. "Hotter than Vhagar? I don't know about that, but I am curious. Why don't you join me into those springs? Make them just a little warmer…"
grey eyes rose to meet his, brow furrowing slightly at his words. "something has caught your eye, my prince? some northern girl, perhaps?" she teased him softly, ignoring the bitter jealousy that formed in her belly at the thought of aemond's eye on some other. it was silly of her to feel such a way when the prince was clearly far from interested in her, and nothing would ever become of them, no matter how much she wished it might. "i would take you to the wall to see them as my uncle did me, but the wall is far, and i doubt cregan, nor my nephew would agree to me being away for too long." not that she could blame them, as the thought of being away from them was hard enough to think about. wolves were pack creatures, not meant to be far from one another.
"we shall see," she hummed softly in agreement, a teasing smile gracing her lips. even if he did not join her bed, she enjoyed these little teasings between them, how easy it was to be around the prince without things feeling awkward or tense between them because of the teasing jests they threw at one another. even though her longing for him grew hotter with each thought. "my you have grown bold, my prince," she spoke with feigned surprise in her voice, her head tilted back just slightly revealing the humour she felt. to think that months ago, the dragon prince likely never would have said such a thing or anything near it. "hm, perhaps i may join you in them if only to celebrate this new boldness you have found."
@inspireswar & theon .
robb had called the banners. winterfell would soon march. the kraken prince had never seen real war. but he knew how to play a smile, pretend he was excited for bloodshed. very few ever knew his true emotions. but some must stay in the north, not come along, and as annoyed as he was with the task, he had come to tell lyanna of robb's wants.
"robb wants you to stay here with rickon and bran," he announces, arms crossed over his chest. "the rest of us leave at sunrise."
she did not agree with her nephew's call for the north's banners, the rebellion was ever heavy on her mind despite the years between then and now. father, brandon, and ned all had left the north, never to return. would the same fate befall her nieces? her nephew? would the young kraken share that same fate or was he to be spared from it?
“he could not tell me this himself?” there’s a tinge of disappointment in her voice. she can guess why robb does not bring her the news himself, but it does not make it hurt any less. robb is lord stark now. it was his word she was meant to follow now that ned was gone, but she had never been any good at doing as she was told. “does he not mean to see me at all before he leaves?”
LADY MARIAN in Queen Eleanor's garden Robin Hood (2025), The Cause of This Unrest (1.04)
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it was a risk he was uncertain he should take. the two of them shared something volatile. there was never the comfort of knowing what would come next from either lyanna or aemond. so it was a surprise to the young prince when she returned the kiss he initiated and with such eagerness. perhaps his assumptions of her hatred were far off. or perhaps it had been hiding her desires, as aemond had become sorely familiar with in regards to lyanna. the way her fingers grip to his shirt and pull him closer has him humming contently ; his own fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck as his tongue carefully and curiously explored her mouth. it is addicting, the same way that he knows some are to wine. it would never be enough, he would always want more of her.
aemond found himself so consumed with the feeling of her lips against his own that the words she speaks do not register instantly. there are still remnants of his smile worn upon his countenance as they finally do. the fingers that were once wrapped in her hair slowly make their way to cradle one side of her face, the pad of his thumb gently caressing the high point of her cheek bone. a breathless chuckle falls from his lips. " then i would ask why you did not confess as such sooner, " aemond murmurs as his lavender hue shifts from her mouth to her eyes. " or perhaps i should ask if you are lying to me now about your sudden affections or have lied about how much you hate me. " a smirk then, his head tilting as he awaits her answer.
some small part of her almost expected the prince to pull away the moment she returned his kiss, as some sick joke at her expense, because there were truly no feelings on his side towards her outside hate. though she finds herself pleasantly surprised when his fingers tangle into her hair in answer to her grip on his tunic. she makes some half-hearted attempt to remind herself that she has no interest in this marriage, no interest in there being anything more than tension between her and the prince, but it was hard to keep to that line of thoughts with his mouth against hers. with his tongue so gentle in exploring in her mouth and his fingers in her hair. now that she had tasted him, how would she want anything other than this? how was she supposed to go without his body pressed close like this now that she had known it?
she likes seeing aemond smile; she realises at that moment. that smile will be something she holds close to her heart when things seem bleak between them. when he has to go off to battle without her, and she has no choice but to wait for his return. when had her feelings for him grown so strong? when had her heart decided to go against all she had decided she would feel for the dragon prince in this arrangement made for them? she tilts her face into his touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she merely enjoys the feeling of his thumb against her cheek. "confess so you might laugh at me? i think not," she answers with a soft scoff. she was not foolish enough to confess such a thing when she was so sure he hated her. "lied to you? i cannot ever remember you asking if i hated you, so therefore i could not have lied about something you did not ask. but if you believe me to be lying, then release me, and i shall leave." the last statement is a whispered dare, a test of both their feelings, as she is not sure she could walk away now even if she wished to.
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aethelflaed + season 4 - “if i may speak, i am devoted to mercia. i would never be swayed to act against it’s interests….i swear, that as long as i hold the mercian throne, i will remain chastete”
PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS LITERARY SOURCES.
I have not broken your heart — you have; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where the madness lies?
To dream the impossible dream, that is my quest.
When we set the carriage afire, her flesh will be roasted, her bones will be charred: she will die an agonizing death.
What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teaching my blood whispers to me.
The bird fights its way out of the egg.
I have no right to call myself one who knows.
We who bore the mark might well be considered by the rest of the world as strange, even as insane and dangerous.
I have no idea whether parents can be of help, and I do not blame mine.
At one time I had given much thought to why men were so very rarely capable of living for an ideal. Now I saw that many, no, all men were capable of dying for one.
I will not make a gift of myself, I must be won.
Examine a person closely enough and you know more about him than he does himself.
One cannot apologize for something fundamental, and a child feels and knows this as well and as deeply as any sage.
The tree does not die. It waits.
Fate and character are different names for the same idea.
As soon as you trust yourself, you will know how to live.
A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.
All theory is gray, my friend. But forever green is the tree of life.
I am not omniscient, but I know a lot.
Everything transitory is but an image.
One mind is enough for a thousand hands.
Man errs, till he has ceased to strive.
Words are mere sound and smoke, dimming the heavenly light.
But you will never know another's heart, unless you are prepared to give yours too.
The Devil's in the house and can't get out.
Men's wretchedness in soothe I so deplore.
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.
It takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently.
Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
When reason fails, the devil helps!
A hundred suspicions don't make a proof.
The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.
The fear of appearances is the first symptom of impotence.
Break what must be broken, once for all, that's all, and take the suffering on oneself.
Have you ever heard of 'a genius who had been stuffed and preserved'?
Every day I am fated to die.
All the activities of life seem unbearably dull to me and I have renounced them.
If you would be nice to me, I would gladly die for you this moment.
Having made an utter failure of my life, I found myself one day in the midst of my poverty and wretchedness, thinking about the female companions of my youth.
So, surrender to sleep at last. What a misery, keeping watch through the night, wide awake -- you’ll soon come up from under all your troubles.
Man is the vainest of all creatures that have their being upon earth.
There is a time for making speeches, and a time for going to bed.
For there is nothing better in this world than that man and wife should be of one mind in a house.
I swear by the greatest, grimmest oath that binds the happy gods.
Few sons are the equals of their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.
baldur's gate 3 starters (part 2)
part 2 / ? .
❝ i’m also worried about me, but i somehow seem to be worried about you more. ❞ ❝ you put the stars to shame. let’s sit here a little while - i want to drink you in. ❞ ❝ i’d tell you not to get in trouble, but i suspect it will find you whether you like it or not. ❞ ❝ well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on. ❞ ❝ i just….need some air…clear my head. ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since i shed a tear. i don’t even know how long. ❞ ❝ i had a feeling you’d show up. it’s sort of our thing. like it’s fate or something. ❞ ❝ i do appreciate your enthusiasm, but let's try to restrain ourselves a little. ❞ ❝ if that was an attempt at flirting, i should let you know i prefer the strong, silent type. ❞ ❝ no matter how far you come, you’re still on the road to ruin. ❞ ❝ i thought you a hunter. wrong. you’re prey - small. snivelling. pathetic. ❞ ❝ and what am i owed? what about the injustices i’ve suffered - am i not entitled to anything? ❞ ❝ i can’t help but feel the strangest twinge of disgust as i look upon you. ❞ ❝ i trust that you will continue to remember who is really on your side. ❞ ❝ better a short life built on truth than immortality woven of lies. ❞ ❝ i won’t make excuses. i can’t make amends. but i want to help, if you’ll let me. ❞ ❝ gods, it’s horrifying…and a touch fascinating. ❞ ❝ there are many names for you --- and all of them inspire dread. ❞ ❝ destiny is at your door; won’t you at least twitch the curtain? ❞ ❝ the gravest crimes committed in this world are committed for love. a hunger crueller than bloodlust. ❞ ❝ you’ve got a backbone, and the makings of a leader. ❞ ❝ revenge sounds so sweet until you’ve taken it. then all you have is…no one left to blame. ❞ ❝ some mistakes can’t be resolved with an apology. some mistakes, you have to carry with you, forever. ❞ ❝ you’re plotting something, aren’t you? come on then - out with it. ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ think of all we’ve been through just to get to this moment. that wasn’t luck. that was us. ❞ ❝ feel like i should laugh but i’m just too godsdamned tired. ❞ ❝ there is something i lost…no, had taken from me. i want it all back. ❞ ❝ careful - you’re in very real danger of hurting my feelings. ❞ ❝ one thing i’ve learned - real saviours never label themselves as such. ❞ ❝ less thinking of bad thoughts, and more breaking of bad bones. ❞ ❝ i rather like interfering. it’s kind of my thing. ❞ ❝ evil is evil, even if it once was innocent. ❞ ❝ you know, i've been catching myself smiling more lately. i think that's your fault.. ❞ ❝ oh, i’m no innocent. but evil? you tell me. ❞ ❝ i still want to believe you’re better than that. but even i am having my doubts. ❞ ❝ i can’t afford to lose my nerve. safer to just not think, and keep forging ahead. ❞ ❝ when all this is over, will you stay with me? for good? ❞ ❝ this is not good, if i may state the obvious. ❞ ❝ is there a reason you're always such an utter drip? do you have some sort of condition? honestly, it's like you hate good news. ❞ ❝ all of nature’s beauty pales in comparison to you. ❞ ❝ i can’t save you from yourself. it hurts terribly, but i can’t. ❞ ❝ if i seem suddenly flush with hope and soft feeling, you have only yourself to blame. ❞ ❝ is there good and evil within us all? ❞
