alicent feels the vibrations of rhaenyra kissing another woman and immediately goes to drown herself in the lake. real lesbian representation right there
Hey yall… I hope you guys still remember me jk but anywho I posted smth if you’re interested and I just wanna get it out cause I feel my planymphia hyperfixation rapidly coming to a close. Also please go easy on me this is my first fic ever, like ever. Lmk if i should post the rest :))
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in this time of drought (or atleast for me) "Good luck, babe" is such a song for planymphia LMAOOOO (im done send me in to a psychiatric plds)
if i said comp het pj and out n proud nymphia…. who would never compromise herself for a relationship but is secretly still so angry jane that jane chose safety over her… and jane is really so fucking haunted by it and keeps thinking she’ll get over it but it’s years later and she has a fiance now but she still has dreams where she’s drowning and nymphia pulls her out of the water…if i said that…
prompt! ✈️🍌 have their first argument and ✈️ makes a joke to lighten things up but 🍌 takes it seriously and gets too emotional
“I’m just saying,” Nymphia pushes. She has to, because Jane is stupid and stubborn and doesn't know how to pick her battles. "A little restraint might do you good.”
“Right,” Jane scoffs. She knows Nymphia is trying to be helpful. She should know better, but she says it anyway. “You would know. Because you’re so good at shutting up.”
Nymphia doesn’t laugh. Like, at all. The noise is a hot little puff of air in the back of her throat, and it makes Jane feel bad instantly. Nymphia spins, hair whipping like a blade through the air.
“Really?”
Jane clicks her tongue, immediately regretful. “Nymphia.”
There's a moment where Nymphia's mouth opens and Jane thinks maybe things are going to be fine, but then Nymphia rolls her eyes. She doesn't think it's worth it, whatever she was about to say, because her mouth closes and it makes Jane's heart absolutely shudder.
“Whatever.”
“Hey,” Jane tries as Nymphia pushes past her. It's a lost cause.
“Hey!” Jane repeats, more shrill this time, following Nymphia down the hall. She’s already in front of the mirror and digging through her makeup bag, not acknowledging that Jane has trailed her to the bathroom.
“Nymph,” Jane leans against the doorframe. “You know I didn’t mean that.”
Nymphia's hum is flat, unconvinced. It makes something in Jane shift, warp out of place with a hideous grind. Nymphia rakes her hands through her hair, whips out a compact and a brush, starts touching up some none-existent flaw in her complexion. She doesn’t once glance at Jane, like she stopped seeing her the moment she stepped out of line. If the sun were to freeze over, Jane thinks it would look a bit like this.
“Baby,” Jane tries to slip past Nymphia's self-preservation mode, her voice now light and playful. “C’mon. Aside from that one time in bed, which I liked, by the way, you know I'd never tell you to shut-"
“Fuck off,” Nymphia bites. Her voice is a deliberate sort of steady, like she’s fighting to keep it that way.
Jane jolts just a little. It’s the first time Nymphia’s said something like that to her and sounded remotely like she meant it, and it makes her feel sick to her stomach. Jane is no stranger to rubbing people the wrong way; she feels bad about it more often than you’d think, but this is something else entierely. This is Nymphia. Nymphia, who puts up with Jane’s endless bullshit. Nymphia, who is soft-spoken and light-hearted and forgiving. Nymphia, who Jane knows is all too good for her.
Jane stands wordlessly, not sure whether she should get on her knees and start groveling or search for the nearest balcony to jump from. She's frozen, shell-shocked in the face of having a serious conversation, until Nymphia makes this gut-wrenching attempt to stifle a sob. Her face contorts as she tries to hold back tears and she twists away from her reflection, eyes screwed shut. She breaks, and the compact falls listlessly to the countertop.
“Oh, Nymphia.” Jane murmurs. It’s involuntary - the way she moves to protect Nymphia, even if it’s from herself. She's at Nymphia's side in an instant, hands firm on either shoulder like she’s trying to hold the pieces together. Nymphia shakes slightly, and the coo that escapes Jane's lips is the sound of her heart fucking breaking.
“Hey,” she pleads, smoothing Nymphia's hair behind her shoulder. Her face is still turned away, Jane still not entirely deserving to look at it. "I'm so sorry, my love. I never should've-"
Nymphia turns sharply, and Jane braces herself for Nymphia’s fury, but she looks much more sad than angry: her eyes are downturned and spilling over and her bottom lip is pouted, trembling.
“So why would you say that!" she whines, tears bubbling through her words. "You know how anxious I get about coming off-“
"I know, baby," Jane interrupts, desperate to soothe Nymphi, desperate to preserve whatever . “I would never-“
“Can I speak?” Nymphia’s voice strains, frustrated, like it’s physically exhausting for her to be louder than Jane. Jane’s mouth, mid-speech, snaps shut.
Nymphia releases the breath she's been holding into the space that Jane's silence allows.
“You know how I anxious I am. You know I worry about that,” Nymphia says, eyes to the ceiling, delicate fingers dabbing underneath her diamond-wet lashes. Her tone is soft again, almost normal if it weren’t thick with tears. “I trust you with that stuff. You know I talk more when I'm with you. You can’t use that against me, Jane. It’s not fair.”
Jane just nods, but doesn't say anything. She's not sure that she ever should. Not sure she still deserves a tongue, or a beating heart for that matter.
Nymphia sniffles, waits, finally looks at Jane again. “You can go now,” she nudges her to speak.
She has so many things to say she almost doesn't know where to start. She thinks hard on every word before it leaves her mouth. “I'm so fucking sorry, Nymph," Jane mutters, "I didn't mean it. I love the way that you are. I love to listen to you. You know that, don't you?"
Nymphia chews at the inside of her cheek, chin quivering a bit. She nods, a quiet "I know" crossing her lips.
"It was a stupid joke," Jane smooths her hair, "I'm sorry."
"It wasn't funny," Nymphia mumbles, pouty.
"I know," Jane reaches out, tentative, pressing her thumb to a stray tear on Nymphia's cheek. "I know. I'm a fucking asshole."
"I'm on your side, too," Nymphia whines, tilts her head back, a tiny temper tantrum. "Like, why are you so defensive?"
"I know you are," Jane's voice is heavily lilted, apologetic. "I know, baby, I'm sorry. You were right about everything. I need to shut up. Clearly."
Nymphia almost giggles, and Jane, who has been tense for all of the last ten minutes, starts to loosen.
"Just. Don't say that again. Please." Nymphia says and Jane nods, an overwhelming surge of relief washing over her when Nymphia sniffles and tucks her face into Jane's neck. "And don't ever tell me to shut up."
"Never," Jane kisses her hair, "never, I promise."
They're quiet for a moment. "Unless I say it's okay," Nymphia adds. "You know. In bed. I liked it too."
"I know," Jane says, because she does. She was already thinking about it. "I'll ask first. Okay?"
She feels Nymphia's lips moving into a smile against her collarbone. "Okay."
Just so you know, we are still very much here in the planymphia trenches and in love with your writing whenever you want to go back to it, whether it’s ssow or something else 🍌 ✈️ 💛
awww just thank you for this :(( i still can't believe my writing is something people enjoy this much, every single comment & message i get about ssow makes my day 💛 i worked really hard for months on my soulmate au scyvie in 2022 and thought nothing i could ever write would be better than that, and planymphia was such a new ship that i didn't expect this reception at all.
GOOD NEWS, THOUGHHH. today was the first day in weeks that i managed to sit down and work on stage four, and a good portion of it has been completed <3 there's a party, there's a sprinkle of miranami, and this stage is definitely a turning point in jane & nymphia's relationship. i'm happy jane is finally gonna get what she's been thinking of for this long.
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