Aly and Ned love being grandparents just as much as they love being parents, and are nearby for the births of as many of their grandchildren as possible! Also Ned does die first, and Aly lives another five years before joining him. They both die peacefully.
Sleep + Steffon
Until the age of seven, whenever they’re in Kings Landing, Steffon gets up every morning at like 4:30 and climbs out of his bed and into Catnis’. He always puts himself on top of Stannis, forcing his father to stay in bed until at least 7:00.
saw your reblog of this and now I'm wondering — if you haven't yet talked much on this — what are some of ff Sansa's favourite jewellery pieces to wear?? does she have any that were gifted to her, or hold a special meaning?? or just any she thinks are super pretty?? yap to me pooks 🤭🤭
I haven’t talked about it yet!! I’ve based Alyssandra’s Winterfell wardrobe largely on traditional Kazakh and Turkish styles, and her girls follow suit, so an everyday look for Sansa growing up is something like this:
Nedaly call Sansa ‘starling’, so she definitely has some pieces featuring feathers that she’s quite fond of, and any feathers her golden eagle sheds are absolutely used to make more pieces.
When in The Riverlands, Sansa (like Alyssandra) tends to wear hair accessories like on the left (although her hair is only half up, so it’s loose under the flowers). On Dragonstone, her hair is more frequently gathered/up, with numerous larger pieces of jewelry in it, like on the right.
The first piece that’s special to her is a pair of scale-mail epaulets that Brynden gives her as a wedding gift. (Alyssandra has multiple pairs and the first pair was an 18th nameday gift from him!)
The second special piece is the kokoshnik-style crown that Alyssandra and Arya make Sansa for her wedding. It is absolutely her favorite of her crowns, and she wears it almost exclusively for events while she and Steffon are serving as Lord and Lady Paramount of The Trident.
The third special piece is actually a set that Ned, Best Girl Dad Ever, commissioned for Sansa to celebrate Minisa’s birth. He chose rubies because she’s known as ‘The Ruby Doe’.
Your favourite crossover for them with another OC creator: For Aly, the crossover with @inkandarsenic's Evander that's older and best friends with Ned instead of Robb, just for the chaos! For Steffon, @cerennabaratheonism and I talked about him and Cerenna and how they would be as cousins growing up in the Red Keep together, and I think that could be a lot of fun to flesh out more!
The angstiest moment in their story: Aly's angstiest moment is probably when Ned first gets back from the rebellion, with Jon. She's just having such a hard time for a while there, caring for two babies and thinking her husband doesn't love her and trying to be a good Lady Paramount. For Steffon, it's when Uncle Robert proposes the marriage between Sansa and Joffrey; he's doing all he can to convince Sansa to tell Ned she doesn't want Joffrey, but she's blinded by the idea of being Queen.
Their favourite music genre: Alyssandra is a pop girlie. She likes Charlie xcx and Kesha and Chappell Roan and Harry Styles. Steffon is a rock/alt rock fan—Green Day, The Cranberries, Fall Out Boy, Blondie.
An AU you would really love to see them in: Both of them would be very fun in a monstrous AU, like where all the high houses have some sort of monster form! I think their personalities lend themselves well to the duality of that situation. (I do have ideas for this, but I haven't written anything yet!)
What traits of your own have you given to them?: Alyssandra is maternal and sensitive and flirtatious. Steffon is self-martyring. Both are loyal and protective.
Their morality alignment (Lawful Good, Neutral Good, etc.): Alyssandra is chaotic good, Steffon is lawful good!
Pick a musical. What role in that musical would they play?: Aly would be a really good Persephone in Hadestown. Steffon I think would be a good Inspector Javert in Les Miserables.
Who gave them their first kiss: Aly's first kiss was with Allyria Dayne! Steffon's first kiss is actually Jasper; Jasper tells him about his feelings for Robb, and Steffon suggests Jasper kiss him to see if maybe he just kind of wants someone, and has simply latched onto Robb because he's there. (This ends up just proving that Steffon is straight and Jasper is indeed in love with Robb.)
The nickname they’re most often called: Alyssandra's two main nicknames are 'Aly' and some variation of 'fox'. (And, of course, Ned calls her 'my heart' all the time.) Steffon is called 'Steff' by his family and 'Antlers' by Robb and Jon (and eventually Theon and Jasper).
An irrational fear they have: They both are very afraid of disappointing their loved ones!
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) 1.2k+ words. 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 then silently waited as she checked that the address matched Ned’s and 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.
