#catelyngrant

A while back I threw out a Ted/Rebecca prompt in which they have FWB-ish phone sex the whole time he’s in Kansas and then when he moves back to the UK they are too flustered to know what to do with themselves. Embarrassingly but sensibly, I have started trying to write my own prompt fill myself. :)

Ooh thank you thank you! Also, I hope you're on the upswing or getting close to it <3

When I started shipping them: hmm I think probably around the "But I like that. Sometimes too much" scene/line

What makes me happy about them: the growth! There were some dips in the writing over the seasons, but I love that their character arcs ultimately brought them to each other--first and foremost and always--and that over the years they managed to learn to be happy even in lives that were so different than the ones they'd pictured for themselves

What makes me sad about them: maybe more bittersweet than purely sad, but that they only found this happiness (together and individually, esp for Grace on the latter) so late in life and that it was spurred by an experience of real loss and hurt (even if it ended up leading all 4 of them to a space where they could find truer versions of themselves)

Thing done in fanfic that annoys me: so this is not necessarily G&F specific, but given that I've been invested a number of ships with older women partner(s) in recent years, I've been thinking a lot about intimacy and realism and honesty about aging. Obviously fic is, for so many people, about escapism and creating a world where things get to be better. But for me personally, especially with a show like Grace & Frankie where the plot itself was so much about making sex and pleasure accessible to aging people and people with disabilities, I love seeing that honored in fic where Grace and Frankie come together (literally and figuratively) in ways that are true to their bodies where they are now, even if that means smut that looks different than ships with two 20-somethings. And there are SO MANY fics that do that beautifully, so maybe now I've circled right back around to things I appreciate in fic haha

Things I look for in fanfic: I'm very behind on the fic (in this fandom and honestly all my fandoms), but I'm someone who's very open to being surprised and delighted by fic, so I'll click on a great many things tbh :)

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: preferably single (which I don't think has to be a bad thing) or a more casual thing with someone who appreciates that they're playing second fiddle to the other (see my next answer!) and who isn't going to try to uproot the life Grace and Frankie have created together

His father forced this marriage upon him several moons ago, staring stone-faced from the front row of the Sept of Baelor as Jaime mumbled meaningless words that, by some unfathomable power, made Margaery Tyrell his wife.

To her credit, the girl hardly seemed thrilled with the match, either- she and her father angled for a royal marriage, to make little Tommen a nine-year-old bridegroom. 

But what Tywin Lannister wants, Tywin Lannister gets. And so he now finds himself saddled with a pretty “maiden” bride he doesn’t want, still cloistered in King’s Landing and wholly unsure of what to do with himself now.

You aren’t Cersei, his mind shrieked on their wedding night, when Margaery reclined on his bed with a calm, impassive expression, her legs lazily splayed open. He’d been unable to perform, in spite of Margaery’s efforts (with her hand, with her mouth…maiden, indeed. Lies upon lies…). 

They’ve been wed for quite some time, and he still has yet to bed his bride. And, given his own choice, he’d leave her a “maid” until the end of time.

But he’s wholly unprepared for the sight that awaits him when he shoves his bedchamber door open on one chilly evening, after drinking far too much wine and enduring a spiteful rejection from Cersei, who glowered at his golden hand as though it were a poisonous viper when he attempted to stroke her beneath the feast table…

…when he returns to his chambers, he sees his youthful, innocent wife completely naked, lying on her stomach upon his bed, her face cushioned between the white thighs of his goodsister, sweet little Sansa Stark.

(His oath to Catelyn Stark still plagues him, echoing in his ears at every available moment…and although he loves his brother and knows that Tyrion means his bride no harm, their marriage occurred under such duress that he can’t help but feel that he’s already failed his promise…)

Sansa arches her back as Margaery continues her impressively-thorough exploration of the other girl’s cunt, a soft moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

When Sansa notices him in the doorway, she jettisons backwards, her shoulders making a harsh collision with the headboard. She’s as naked as Margaery, but she tries to conceal herself, tugging at bedlinens and crossing her arms over her chest-

-only to be thwarted by Margaery, who refuses to adjust her positioning in order to give her companion more access to modesty.

“I thought it worth a try,” Jaime’s wife tells him as she rocks her groin against Sansa’s slim leg, sighing ecstatically when something makes contact-

“I’ve noticed how you look at her,” Margaery continues, her clever fingers dancing upwards to play with the bundle of nerves above Sansa’s cunt. 

(He obviously hasn’t divulged anything of his oath to the girl who shares his bed against both their wills…but, now that he thinks of it, he does spend time observing Sansa whenever possible. And….yes. She’s well worth observation.)

He still can’t think of a single phrase appropriate for such a strange occasion…but he hears Margaery tell Sansa not to “mind him at all…this is good for him.” And then, she returns to her oral ministrations, and Sansa (hesitantly, self-consciously) climaxes against her mouth, all long white lines and abundant spills of red-

Jaime feels himself hardening for the first time in his wife’s presence, and given his estrangement from Cersei and the peculiar circumstances of this encounter….

…what else can I do?

He steps to the side of the bed, and even as she continues to lap between Sansa’s thighs, urging her to a second climax, she uses her spare hand to loosen his breeches and languidly stroke his cock.

After she’s sent Sansa into yet another fit of quivering and moaning, she rises up on all fours, her gentle brown eyes gleaming with challenge as she asks:

“We’re both willing. Which of us would you like to fuck first?”

Margaery’s hand works more effectively than he might have expected, and he can feel himself pulsing within her grasp…

…but the red hair, the blue eyes, the buxom figure…the broken promises…the desire to find closeness, however possible…

Lol, that’s funny! I had to go back and reread it to refresh my memory! XDThe secret of that fic is that I wrote it as a backlash to the briefly popular idea/thought/prompts in fandom that Catelyn would be wed to either Tywin or Roose if she survived the Red Wedding. The idea behind it always seemed to be that she was still somehow powerful and important in the North and it was a way to solidate power there or neutralize her and it just...made no sense to me. It’s why I wrote this section in particular: 

They do not hunt her because they do not fear her – what could she do to them, without a living trueborn son of Eddard Stark to lay claim to their home, to their inheritance? – and yet no northern holdfast would dare offer her a place to stay, in fear of being branded a traitor to the triumphant crown.

9. Favorite offscreen relationship and why?

Call it nostalgia or just plain old denial, but I love the offscreen relationship of the Avengers circa 2012 when the OGs lived in the tower, Thor was munching Pop Tarts and learning more about Earth, Tony and Bruce were up to science shenanigans, Steve was drawing and also acclimating to the 21st century, and Nat and Clint were best bros with Clint hanging out in the vents and Nat being an all around badass who trained with Pepper in the gym. I still remember those days like they were yesterday and I’d do anything to go back to the simplicity of it all before AoU, CACW and Endgame’s ending fucked everything up.

18. Favorite Iron Man suit?

The Mark V! No matter how much Tony’s tech evolved (and honestly, the nanotech suit is a thing of beauty and a damn masterpiece) I was and always will be tickled by the fact that he built a SUIT in a SUITCASE. 

31. Which side character do you hope/had hoped would get more recognition?

Betty Ross was robbed. I wasn’t a fan of Norton’s portrayal of Bruce but damn did Liv Tyler bring it as Betty. I’m disappointed she’s been completely forgotten, not even warranting a mention like at least Jane was given (before the announcement of Lady Thor, btw).  They brought back her father for several appearances for crying out loud. I never understood why Betty was excluded! She would have been a hell of a better candidate for the Hulk lullaby in AoU.

35.MCU characters you’d like to see in a show?

Tagged by @catelyngrant to describe myself just using pictures saved on my phone. So here are some people, animals, places, and things that make me happy. And Batman expressing my feelings when people complain to me about our summer weather! 😄