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OK lets talk about cliched romances, shall we? give me trapped in a political marriage and falling for someone else (preferably a sibling of the spouse, or a trusted advisor, or a knight) [SEE ALL OF MY SHIPS FOR MARG]
Oh yeah, that is TOTALLY your romantic cliche!
My biggest weakness is probably enemies to friends to lovers. I am a SUCKER for that!
Her brothers had a habit of trying to intimidate her boyfriends but honestly this was just embarrassing. Margaery x Robb
Margaery had warned him that something was coming, that her brothers like to throw their weight around when it came to her romances, however, there was nothing intimidating about three grown men trying to scare off their little sister’s boyfriend by recreating a scene from Magic Mike.
As the music came to an end, Robb wolf whistled and clapped enthusiastically and said, “Bravo! That was great.”
Garlan scowled at just how unaffected Robb seemed by it all and said, “You enjoyed that?”
Robb held up his concealed iPhone and said, “Yep, you just gave me years of blackmail material.”
The three Tyrell brothers gaped as he whistled jauntily and stepped into the garden to find Margaery; it seemed this was one boyfriend they couldn’t scare off.
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" 'No don't, stop!' she cried, 'I love him.' "
Margaery clamped a horrified hand over her mouth. She wasn’t meant to have had anything to do with the traitor Robb Stark, not as Queen to the king he had rebelled against.
Joffrey stopped and turned, a murderous expression on his face. She could feel Loras step up closely behind and thanked the gods once more for her canny grandmother who had insisted Loras become a Kingsguard when she married Joffrey Baratheon.
Briefly staring into the brilliant blue eyes of the battered and bruised Stark, a tear slipped down her face as she gambled everything away for him and faced her husband and king to bravely fight for his life.
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"Entering the room she almost froze as every eye turned to look at her, and not in a good way." Margaery
She kept her eyes straight, towards the small woman who sat atop the Iron Throne and ignored the whispers that ran around the courtiers gathered in the throne room.
“Black rose”, they hissed, “Buried all her husbands yet she still lives.
She could feel their hopes that she would not live for much longer; that the little queen would be brought down by the Mother of Dragons who had defeated all before her.
I’ll survive them all yet, she thought with bitter satisfaction. They did not know of the secret support the Tyrells had given Queen Daenerys and how she had already been promised a pardon and a high position at court.
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peaky blinders for the fandom times. xoxo
the character i least understand JOHN. JOHN NO.
interactions i enjoyed the most The Shelbys as a family. Tommy and Mae. Lizzie and Pol. Pol and Michael. Michael and Tommy. Pol and Ada. Pol and everyone tbh.
the character who scares me the most Probs Tommy ngl. I love him but holy shit.
the character who is mostly like me ???? I have no idea. Ada???
hottest looks character Tommy or Michael I think.
one thing i dislike about my fave character Pol’s blind loyalty to the family is going to be her detriment I feel it and it scares me.
one thing i like about my hated character Who do I hate. Oh right Campbell. He has good taste in enemies.
a quote or scene that haunts me GOD Tommy’s “I nearly had FUCKING EVERYTHING” moment and basically any of the scenes dealing with Arthur’s PTSD??? Help that man please. And Pol seeing Michael for the first time shoot me please.
a death that left me indifferent Nope can’t think of one they take death pretty seriously on Peakys to be fair to them.
a character i wish died but didn’t ... I. Can’t think of anyone?
my ship that never sailed Since there’s no sign of Mae anywhere at all, Mae/Tommy :////
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Wow! I’ve never been tagged in one of these before- thank you so much, Rebecca! Hope this is mildly interesting…
1. I’m an English Graduate living in North Wales, but due to the economic downturn we seem to have been stuck in forever, I’m currently working as a chef, which I enjoy a lot, actually.
2. My father is in the advanced stages of oesophageal cancer. I don’t know how much longer he has left, but he’s suffering and diminishing in front of my eyes, and I honestly wish I could take his place. My big, brave bear of a dad is shrinking into a little grey wraith and I just want him to stop hurting.
3. I’m married to my first love Adam, who I met at uni. We’re not perfect, but he fills a place within me that nobody else could occupy. Ever. We have a son, Jim, who is three.
4. I read at least two Anne of Green Gables books every month, but not necessarily in order. I couldn’t pick a favourite. The only thing that makes me sad about AOGG is reading “The Blythes Are Quoted” and knowing it’s the end.
5. My biggest love is horses, and I have an Arabian gelding named Isuleem, who is the product of over twenty years of longing and saving. He’s so beautiful - a horse of fire, Earth and air. My heart beats a little harder every time I look at him.
6. I’ve recently passed my driving test - at 29, it came 10 years later than most of my peers. I’m wondering how I survived without it for so long!!
AND MARG RUNS AWAY TO THE NORTH AND MARRIES ROB THE END
follow up to this
this is madness, she thinks, but she does not care. she cannot let herself care. because to care would be to think better of her actions, and if she did that, then she wouldn’t go.
she prays--prays--that loras will not come after her right away. she suspects he will. garlan certainly will, but garlan won’t know what direction she went in. loras will though. loras knows all, sees too much. garlan might have missed it.
her breath catches in her throat as she slips from her chamber. the night is black, and chilly. robb tells her it will be colder in the north than anything she’s ever known, but that he will keep her warm. she likes that--the idea of him keeping her warm. better robb than robert and his drunken groping. better robb and his shining eyes and his lips so full, so red. this is madness.
he’s waiting for her at the postern gate--him and his friend, theon greyjoy. and she kisses him, sinking into him, her heart in her throat as his arms wrap around her.
“there isn’t time for that now,” greyjoy hisses. “we must get out of here as soon as we can.”
robb breaks away and shoots theon a look before turning back to her. “margaery,” he whispers, and how she thrills hearing her name on his lips. he helps her onto his horse, then swings up behind her, warm at her back. and, with a kick, they are off. with a kick, she is free and he--he is hers.
and. predictably. Robbaery - canon. or maybe canon divergence rather than canon!
“now remember--”
“i know, grandmother.”
“king robert’s--”
“you’ve told me a hundred times.” margaery didn’t need to hear again how she was to do her best to remind king robert of lyanna stark. she didn’t need to hear again that he was a drunken old lecher, and that she wasn’t to let him take her to bed by any means--not until he’d set aside queen cersei and wed her. she knew all of this. she did not need to hear it again.
she was seven and ten, now. highgarden’s finest rose, she’d heard the men call her. it sent a shiver of excitement through her when she thought of it. she knew she was beautiful. they were all beautiful--her and loras and garlan and willas. all lovely roses of highgarden. but she was the finest rose. she liked that well.
it was autumn now. men japed that winter was finally coming, after the long summer, and that lord stark had brought it down with him from the north, as had his son and heir when he’d come to visit. robb stark had ridden south less than a month before to visit with his father and discuss the winter rationing.
he was a fine young man himself. but she knew she should not notice that. she was for king robert, though of course she could not say that. all the same, it was hard not to notice a young man with russet curls and blue eyes that shone like the mander on a summer’s day. she knew she should not want to talk to him, but she did.
besides--what harm could come of it, her befriending the son of the king’s hand. surely being in favor with house stark would only rise her in the king’s esteem.
