#jaime is bi and had an enormous crush on ned and any other knight he casually mentions as honorable

@captainofalltheships perfect tag just perfect


“My father was called Ned too,” she said.
“I know. I saw him at the Hand’s tourney. I wanted to go up and speak with him, but I couldn’t think what to say.” Ned shivered beneath his cloak, a sodden length of pale purple. “Were you at the tourney? I saw your sister there. Ser Loras Tyrell gave her a rose.
“She told me.” It all seemed so long ago.

–Arya VIII, A Storm of Swords

(Happy birthday Celia ♥)

The Great Tourney at Harrenhal in a nutshell.

donottalktomeinthemorning-deact  asked:

'maybe we should pretend to date' with Arya x Ned Dayne?

“So there’s this dude,” Arya said. “He used to have a thing for my aunt - you know, my dad’s sister, the dead one - before she hooked up with her babydaddy, and he never really got over her, not even after he got married to some other chick and my aunt died.”

Ned looked at her over the top of his book - some dusty old historical drama thing, the nerd, she’d have to borrow it when he was done - and said nothing.

“So, thing is,” she went on, because she was used to Ned just letting her talk, “he’s got this massive creep of a son now, okay? You know that Joffrey dude that brought my sister to the dance last semester? The one my brothers messed up after he slapped Sansa? Yeah, well, he’s the dude’s son.”

“So Robert Baratheon was mad for your aunt Lyanna, and now you’re having trouble with Joffrey "Daddy Issues” Baratheon, presumably because he’s emulating his repulsive father and thinks that getting with you is the way to go?“ Ned guessed, rolling his eyes and turning a page. "Arya, I love you very much, and you know I’d throat-punch the guy for you if I thought I could get away with it, but I’m not sure what I can do to help.”

“He left a note in my locker,” she said, “asking me to go on a date with him. Can’t go on a date with him if I’m dating a hot tamale like yourself, can I?”

“Arya,” Ned said fondly, “that was almost a compliment.”

If she was more honest, Arya would have admitted that it was a compliment, and that it was true - Ned was a babe. Like, astronomically hot. Even Sansa said so, and Arya tended to trust her sister’s judgement on the objective physical hotness of the guys at school. Sansa had a good eye for good looks.

“Come on, asshole,” was what she said instead. “Pretend-date me?”

“Only,” Ned said, “if I can pretend-make out with you on the couch at least once.”

Arya blushed, and she stole Ned’s book to read the blurb. He leaned back in his chair and started to whistle, just the way he did when he was really happy.