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ao3 started tagging jon snow as aegon targaryen and i stabbed myself in the eye

me at GoT creators: Stop 

[valyrianstccl-a]

they’d been at sea for three days now & the boy had already decided how much he hated it. the water was an unpredictable force, of which brannyn couldn’t possibly hope to gain any control. as anxious as he was to reach the foreign shore, he would gladly leave his old life behind to get off of this damned ship. his footing had improved over that time, hardly stumbling or dropping any food as he carried their plates to where the prince was lying, bandaged & broken. the rebellion had taken its toll   ———  on them BOTH.

he slowly lowered himself to the floor, setting down his own bowl & pulling the spoon out of his brother’s. it was filled with some gray soup he doubted was actual food, but having watched some members of the ship’s crew eating it the only reservations he had were for it’s taste.    ❝   brother.   ❞   he mirrored the same concerned tone that he was so used to being on the receiving end of.    ❝   you need to eat something. it will make you stronger.   ❞

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[valyrianstccl-a]

      I WILL TAKE WHAT IS MINE IN FIRE & BLOOD

[swordknown]

➳ for a coffee shop au

au drabbles ;; accepting

@droppedrubies​

Arthur was trying quite valiantly to stop a stupid looking grin from making its way onto his lips. He was evidently failing, for Ashara was chuckling under her breath to his right. 

“Why don’t you take over the register for a bit?” his smirking sister suggested, not waiting for his answer before abandoning her post, fiddling briefly over by the cups before heading out the back. And really, he couldn’t just leave a customer waiting just because his lazy sister decided to take a break, so he had to help the handsome blond man with his coffee, didn’t he? 

Rhaegar

Such an interesting name. One that always caused the other baristas to grumble as they tried to spell it, undoubtedly ending up on the man’s twitter with their valiant attempts, Ashara’s ‘Ragar,’ Oswell’s ‘Rahyger,’ or, the one Arthur thought the most outrageous, Jaime’s ‘Roger.’ Arthur seemed to be the only one who managed to spell it right on the first go. And hell if he knew how he managed it. 

“Hello Rhaegar, the usual?” Arthur asked, mentally berating himself because goddammit, he didn’t come in every day, Arthur shouldn’t remember his drink of choice when he only came in a couple days a week. 

The man seemed particularly distracted today. Probably in a hurry to his job, for he only offered Arthur a quick smile and nod before returning to his phone. He had such pretty teeth. 

Pretty teeth? What the fuck?

Mentally berating his own dumb thoughts as he whipped up Rhaegar’s drink, Arthur honestly couldn’t believe himself. 

Smile, Arthur. It’s a nice smile, not pretty teeth. What’s wrong with you? God, Jaime is right, I become a bumbling idiot when I have a crush. 

Okay, so Arthur may have a crush. (And near every barista who worked alongside him at one point would laugh at the thought that he may have a crush. He most certainly had a crush.) 

Well, his saving grace was that at least he didn’t say it aloud. 

Handing over Rhaegar’s coffee, Arthur’s eyes widened in horror as he noticed what was written, in Ashara’s handwriting, along the side of the cup. 

i have the biggest crush on you. Please call me. Followed by his phone number. 

Feeling his face heat up, Arthur frantically searched for a reason to take the coffee back, but Rhaegar was offering him a grin and a wave goodbye before hurrying out the door. All before Arthur could even open his mouth again.

Dropping his head in his hands, he groaned. 

God, he was going to kill Ashara. 

[swordknown]

🍻

Drinking Together ;; Accepting

@droppedrubies​

Prince Lewyn would probably kill him if he knew that Arthur had, more or less, coerced the Crown Prince into drinking. Not to mention what King Aerys would do.

True, it wasn’t that hard to convince Rhaegar, but still. 

Arthur had quickly befriended the Prince, not long after arriving to the Capital. Something about the boy drew Arthur in. Some feeling of kindred spirit, perhaps. Arthur felt the pressure of his inevitable future title, Sword of the Morning, as strongly as Rhaegar felt his own title of King. 

Still, Arthur also knew the importance of just feeling like teenagers every once in awhile. So, he stole away into the Crown Prince’s room, sneaking by the white cloaks with surprising success. Sneaking by them with a bottle of Dornish wine in his hands.

It was only after arriving into his room that Arthur realized he had forgotten cups, ah well. “Come now Rhaegar, don’t worry about being so princely and just drink from the bottle.” Arthur teased, popping the cap and taking a few swallows, before holding it out for him.

[swordknown]

“🌙“

Cuddle on a Cold Night Meme ;; Accepting

@droppedrubies​

“Rhaegar, I think I’m dying.” Arthur shuddered, teeth clattering. “Why in the hell did your father think going north during winter was a good idea?” Oh right, because he was an idiot. Plus, he was fifteen, half in love with the Prince and therefor unable to say no to him. 

And alright, he may have been acting slightly dramatic. It was a mild winter, and they were somewhere in the Riverlands, not the true North. Yet, for his poor Dornish temperament, this might have been the middle of the Long Night for all that he cared.

Before Rhaegar could say much of anything, Arthur inched closer, pressing his face between the Prince’s shoulder blades and pressing his freezing hands against the small of his back. “I know you’re the blood of the Dragon and all that, but gods, how are you so warm?” 

Their tent might have been the warmest of them all, but it still wasn’t enough for Arthur. When Rhaegar was right there, an actual fire, how could Arthur resist being a bit closer? “Just…gimme a moment to warm up and I’ll go back to my side of the tent…” he promised, even as he inched ever closer. 

[swordknown]

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow; Rhaegar & Arthur

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To be furious or terrified? Arthur couldn’t decide. Rhaegar always did have a way of pulling conflicted feelings from him. 

“You’re leaving? To go fight? In the war? Without me?” The disbelief that tinged his tone was not meant to be a slight against Rhaegar’s valor or skill as a warrior, moreso a hint at just how idiotic he thought his dear friend was being. 

He didn’t wish to stay here, in this Dornish tower, with Lyanna Stark, as Rhaegar risked his life to put down a rebellion. Not simply because being in Dorne, with a woman Rhaegar laid with who wasn’t Elia, made him feel like he was betraying his country, but simply because Arthur needed to be by his side, as he always has been. How could Rhaegar think otherwise?

“Surely Oswell and Gerold can handle things here. I’ll go with you.” It was half a plea, half an order. It wasn’t his place to make orders of the Crown Prince, but it was his place to convince his friend to make intelligent decisions. Like having a member of the Kingsguard with him as he went off to war, rather than simply leaving himself open and unguarded to all manner of attack.

Arthur couldn’t allow it. 

[valyrianstccl-a]

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