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stackthedeck · 5 months ago

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Do you know of any good booster gold reading lists for a beginner to his comics? You're converting me

I've made a few videos about with reading lists for him on tiktok they're in my comic recommendations playlist but also like I fully understand not wanting to open that app

there's this thread on twitter that gives specific issues so you don't have to read decades of comics this is a good way to get an idea of the character quickly. It's a fast way of reading but I find the skipping between books tedious and not as much fun

there's also this very helpful very exhaustive spreadsheet of every appearance of Ted and Booster! Very helpful, but you don't have to read everything for sure

And then I'm going to put my own personal reading list under the cut and it's a lot so remember you don't have to read everything and there's no shame in skipping around!

Must reads

Booster Gold 1986— This is the first appearance of Booster Gold, obviously you've gotta read it. It's only 25 issues and is legitimately such a fun and interesting read. The way information about him is slowly revealed is good I wish I could have been there when these were releasing

Justice League International/America— some people read this as they read Booster Gold (refer to the twitter thread I linked if you want to do that) I didn't and I wasn't confused when reading it. I kinda like reading it all without switching to the other book. This is a huge stretch of comics and I'm not saying you should read it all... but I'm also saying it's a very good era of comics and I enjoyed it a lot. If you only want Booster related issue refer to the spreadsheet.

Countdown to Infinite Crisis— woah big skip in time! Let's just say after JLA ends Booster and the team have a... controversial stretch of appearances. Countdown is just one big long single issue and it's beautiful, gotta read it.

The OMAC Project— this is the fallout of countdown and I really enjoy Booster being angry and it helps set up Infinite Crisis which I guess you should also read but I'm really take it or leave it with that event.

52 weeks— (not to be confused with new 52 I made that mistake) This book works surprising well for having four authors and so many characters to juggle. Booster is a huge player in this event and it's very enjoyable to read as a fan of him. This event also leads directly to his second solo

Booster Gold 2007—this shit fucks so hard!! I love Booster as "the greatest hero you've never heard of" he has so much character growth, fun stories, and an amazing supporting cast! The numbers can be weird if you're read it on a certain pirating website so start with 1 through 6 then go to 0 back to 7 through 10 then issue one million then back to 11

Justice League Generation Lost—this is basically the new JLI but with Jaime Reyes as the Blue Beetle because Ted is gone. It's a very fun dynamic with this new old team and it works so so well especially Booster and Jaime's friendship. This one I do recommend reading with the Booster Gold solo so after issue 32 of Booster Gold, start Generation Lost and basically switch back and further every issue

Please Read Them For Me

Extreme Justice— this is an aggressively 90s run and is largely ignored by the comic community and canon BUT I SWEAR IT'S GOOD! Booster is essentially in an iron lung and he is not handling it well. Booster got flattened by JLI quite a bit and I really do think this run added some depth back to him

Time Masters 1990—Booster is barely in this, but trust me Rip Hunter is important and it's a very fun and interesting time travel adventure with a really cool group of characters

Time Masters: Vanishing Point—No connection to Time Masters 90 except that Rip is here. But Booster has a lot of really good moments in this. Ignore the Batman bits this is truly just a story about Rip and Booster

Origin Story revisited

(Both BG 86 and BG 07 establish and revisit the origin story so you'll get to them as you're reading)

Secret Origins 1986 #35—honestly a pretty standard origin story but I really like how this story highlights Booster's relationship to his mom and sister

Justice League Quarterly #10—I hope you're reading the quarterly and annual issues when reading JLI because they are some of the best stories but this one in particular is just beautiful

Action Comics 2016 #993-998 (Booster Shot)— Really this is more of a funny action packed and surprisingly heartfelt team-up time travel adventure with Superman and Booster, but this does provide additional context to Booster's origin story and I like it a lot. This story is really really so good

Just Plain Fun

Martian Manhunter #24— Booster and Ted steal all of J'onn's. oreos. this is an incredibly iconic issue, it's hilarious and just the kinda hijinks you want from the boys

Blue and Gold— I personally think this run is deeply out of character and a little too "lol memes" for me, but it does have some good like Trixie coming back and seeing Ted and Booster together again

Blue Beetle 2023—issue 7 is the main Booster story but he has other appearances in this run read the whole thing it's short and so good actually just read every blue beetle solo. It's a really visually beautiful time travel story and I love Booster and Jaime being friends even now that Ted is back

Batman Brave and the Bold #13-15— it's a fun time shenanigans story with the Jurassic Justice League what's not to love

DC's 'Twas the 'Mite Before Christmas— a cute christmas story with Booster and Rip and what I cling to in hopes that Rip will return to DC comics soone

Harley Quinn 2016 #70-74— this is a controversial take but I like Booster and Harley together, as a temporary couple at least and definitely as friends and partners in being silly. This story gives Booster an unexpected amount of emotional intelligence and it's nice

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months ago

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From the Ashes Pt. 41

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, King's Landing POV

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Varys scurried in the shadows as he occasionally glanced over his shoulder. The city streets were filled with rioters and broken glass. Had he not known all the ins and outs of the city, Varys would surely have succumbed to the mob frenzy. Once they saw his fine clothes, they would know he held an important position in life.

Vocally thanking the gods when he finally made it safely back in the Red Keep, Varys had to take a deep breath before continuing on his ay to the Small Council. In Doing so he passed by the towering figure of the Iron Throne. It was cast in an orange hue from the setting sun.

A small handing grabbing at his robes made his heart leap all the way to his throat. One of his little birds looked up at him with hungry eyes and much to tell.

Checking both ends of the corridor, he leans down to listen to the music his bird weaved. Such valuable information. What could this all mean for Westeros? Varys couldn’t believe that the crazy young girl Thalina had entrusted him with a dragon egg! She had outwitted the Spider and managed to keep the secret.

Thanking the child, he hurried to his original destination. A chamber off to the side of the Throne Room sat the King’s Small Council. They were considered the most powerful men in Westeros besides the king himself. Most times they made decisions when Aerys was incapacitated. The Mad King never made their work easy, but this was getting out of hand. Inside, Varys was enveloped by arguing from two of his colleagues while the others could only hold their head in their hands. At least the yelling in the chambers didn’t compare to the shouts and hollers that shook the earth outside. Owen Merryweather, Hand of the King since Tywin Lannister’s resignation, just stared into his stem of wine. Grand Maestor Pycelle was attempting to hold. His own against Gerold Hightower.

“You would dare even utter such treasonous words?!” Pycelle’s old voice trembled as did the heavy skin around his neck.

Ser Gerold, dark circles under his eyes for being awake two consecutive days in a row, slammed his hands on the great oaken table. “The king is treasonous for how he is treating his people, us included. He is completely gone, Pycelle.” He shakes his head and momentarily, Varys regrets having taken Ser Barristan away from him at such a time. The City Guard’s number was vanishing fast as rioters grew emboldened enough to drive their blades into their armor. His own Kingsguard brothers were losing their resolve.

The maestor was old and set in his ways. After decades of being strictly loyal to whoever was in power, of course Pycelle would take slight to anyone who spoke ill of his king. He must have known though the harm it was to keep Aerys on the throne.

Lord Velaryon, the Master of Ships, was the only one to take notice of Varys silently slipping in. “You’re late.”

Hightower and Pycelle stopped and turned to the eunuch who hadn’t even made it to his seat.

“Forgive me. The streets are hectic and difficult to maneuver around.” Varys took out his handkerchief and dabbed his brow.

Hearing that, Ser Gerold stares pointedly at Pycelle. “Not even the Spider can move around in the city. We need to do something about Aerys.”

Maester’s chains clinking together as Pycelle trembled, he pushes himself away from the table. “I will not hear it.”

“Grand Maester Pycelle, Hightower is right.” Lord Owen sighed now that things had quiet down. “As the Hand of the King, I don’t like the idea of ripping Aerys from the throne. The people are rioting. If we don’t do something, then all of our heads will join Aerys’.”

“You should understand self-preservation better than anyone.” Gerold folded his arms in front of his chest, sounding glad that finally someone was siding with him.

Pycelle’s sallow cheeks beam bright with indignation. He sputters, stumbling to come up with a reply but Varys’ hand on his shoulder tells him it would be best to be silent.

“It’s true, my friend. We will all die if we turn our gaze away again. The fire mages have lost another acolyte in the mass production of wildfire that Aerys ordered them to manufacture. Now some are even being targeted by civilians.” Varys managed to get the Grand Maester to sit back down. He folded his hands into his sleeves as he moves to his chair.

Qarlton Chelsted, the Master of Coin, tented his fingers in thought. “If we did manage to remove Aerys, what then? King’s Landing will still be vulnerable against Rhaegar once he finds out.”

“Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad thing. Prince Rhaegar would be a great improvement.” Varys comments with a small smile. “We’ve all been around him as he has grown into a fine young man. We know him. He’s nothing like Aerys.”

“Aerys wasn’t always like this, remember.” Pointed out Pycelle. “Once upon a time he used to be an aspirational young man much like Rhaegar until the Targaryen Madness ate away at his mind. Then we’ll wind up in the same situation we’re in now.”

“That is a great possibility.” Varys concedes. “But Rhaegar won’t be alone in ruling the Seven Kingdoms.”

“How so?”

It came as no surprise the look of confusion each member of the council had on their face when Varys brought up Rhaegar’s young wife. They had probably let whatever memory they had of her fade away. She had been an unremarkable girl, Rhaegar’s little mouse in the capital, but in Essos she was making a name for herself. All of what he told the Council might have sounded like a fable, Varys had acknowledged this when he decided to share with them the news he just received. He wasn’t sure which part was more shocking; the fact that the girl was actually alive and survived the fire, or the fact that she had successfully hatched a live dragon.

They tried to argue with him, point out faults in his story when they could. No man in that room truly trusted one another. In King’s Landing it was dangerous and foolish to trust anyone really. But the truth of the matter was that no one did find the remains of (y/n). The charred bones of her handmaiden had met them at the door along with ash and smoke. Only wildfire flames were known to disintegrate even bones, but this had been a normal fire. Where the fire had originated from was still unknown, the matter having been put aside the moment Rhaegar started the war.

Hightower stared at his roughened knuckles. “That would explain where Jaime went.” He couldn’t bring himself to use Jaime’s title of Ser. No matter what reason, Jaime should have never deserted his post. He saws a part of the Kingsguard and it was his duty to attend to the king, not his younger sister. Ser Gerold couldn’t forgive him.

“He must have felt it his duty as elder sibling to get her out of here.” Darkly mused Lord Lucerys. Everyone could see the cogs in his head moving. Being Master of Ships as well as Master of Driftmark, he had a vast knowledge of seafare and seemed to know any ship that has sailed through the waters of the Stepstones. He didn’t like the idea of a traitor having traveled on his seas.

Varys was cautious of how he proceeded. Lord Lucerys was a stout supporter of Aerys as was Grand Maester Pycelle, but even they had to open their eyes and realize the harm he was doing.

And the news of a newborn dragon was certainly something to baffle at.

“You’re proposing a coup, Lord Varys.” The Lord of the Stepstones seemed to be warning him but the fight was slowly draining from the man. He had fought hard to rally support for Aerys but even with all his efforts, Lucerys could see the harm Aerys was doing to everyone.

Everyone else felt the same conflicting emotions. If they dared to consider it, they would all be labeled as traitors against Aerys. At that point, they might very well be praised by the commoners for deposing the Mad King.

Hightower was the first to speak, wanting to only go to bed and sleep for a thousand years. “What do you require of us, Lord Varys?”

The air in the king’s chambers was stifled and clouted with his sickness that impacted his mind. Not even the curtain of his windows were open to relieve some of the stuffiness. Anything that could produce a sliver of light was doused with gloom. Aerys felt safe in the dark. No one could find him. No one could harm him. There could be no deceit if he submerged himself in the warm embrace of darkness. It was the one place where his loud thoughts seemed to soften and grow quiet. They seemed to be the only voices he ever listened to now. Not even the screams that occasionally floated up to his tall tower of the Keep could penetrate through to him. The suffering of his people meant little to someone who was mentally suffering.

“You’re no longer a man.” A voice from so long ago whispers. It warms his skin and makes Aerys search wildly for the source. He hadn’t heard that voice for so long. His sweet Joanna. Her glowing silhouette was sitting at a desk, small hands placed prettily in her lap. Joanna hadn’t aged one bit. The freshness of youth evident in her rosy cheeks. She was frowning at him though. Green eyes cold and staring at him. “Joanna!” Aerys grasped and was nearly groveling at her feet. “Is it really you? But. . .” Hadn’t she died? He couldn’t remember. His memory had holes in it. Scattered into the wind and impossible to catch with his bare hands.

“You’ve lost it, Aerys.” Joanna’s flat tone strikes him deep. Palms and knees pressed against the ground, his nails scrap against the chair leg near her dress skirts. He attempted to grab at the material but nothing substantial met his hand.

“And now you will lose the throne.”

He twisted his head and in the corner was more like a ghostly visage to him. Rhaella stood tall and regal, her head held high in defiance to him.

She takes slow, concentrated steps toward Aerys. Fearful of the specter, he backs away; bumping into the chair that had Joanna as an occupant. He turns to beg Joanna for help. No matter how hard he tried to cling to her,there was nothing physical that met his desperate embraces. Why was she not helping? Was it because she was Rhaella’s lady-in-waiting? Joanna had always been so sweet. That look on her face didn’t suit her. It terrified Aerys.

Not even aware of his words, Aerys blurted out “I didn’t kill your daughter!! I didn’t kill her!”

A chill gripped his throat, Rhaella’s hands.

“JOANNA! Joanna please help me!!”

Frantic knocking at the door shatters their images. Aerys is left breathing heavily on the floor.

“Your Grace? Are you alright?”

They hadn’t been real. His clawed hand runs over his thinning silver hair. Sharp nails leave superficial cuts along his exposed scalp but he had grown accustomed to small cuts all over his body. Rhaella’s hands might have been on him, but it was Joanna’s expression that left a haunted feeling upon him.

She had looked at him like that before. When she was still alive. He had a vague memory of it before he had his fallout with Tywin. Tensions had risen when it was revealed that Tywin would be marrying his cousin Joanna Lannister. How many times had Aerys told Tywin how in love he was with her? Tywin purposefully betrayed him. It was true that at the time he was married to Rhaella, not that he particularly enjoyed the union with his sullen sister. Perhaps his life would have been different if he had taken the leap to marry Joanna first.

His guards outside kept pestering him, wondering if he was okay. Aerys screams at the door for all of them to go away. He couldn't trust anyone. Not even his own guards. Selmy had abandoned him as had Jaime Lannister, not that Aerys put much trust into Tywin's son to begin with. The main factor for letting him join his guards was simply to take Tywin's one heir away. He wanted to put the man under as much humiliation as possible. That was why he married Rhaegar to Tywin's least favorite daughter. That dull little thing that was always a pitiful sight as she stood next to the luxurious Rhaegar Targaryen.

Her name was lost to him. It didn't matter anyway. She was dead. Aerys heard the whispers that came from his servants; they thought that he played a hand in the girl's demise. If only that were true. Aerys couldn't take the credit for her death. From what investigators of the matter told him, they could only come up with the conclusion that it was a freak accident.

She was of no consequence to him now.

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snow-blower · 3 months ago

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Kinkmas Bots 2024!

Ah yes, the season of joy, happiness...and sex. From December 1st til December 31st, I will be making Bots with funky kinky themes, because I can, and you can't stop me.

These bots will be posted on Janitorai.com on my profile; 3lisiaOwO

Want to request a bot with a funky kink for December?

All through November I will be taking requests via my asks for bots. You may request any game of thrones or house of the dragon character with any kink!! Hell—you can also request Peaky Blinders (please do, I really want to make some kinky Tommy bots)

Bots we have so far:

These are the bots and kinks we've decided on already.

Day 1 : Ramsay Bolton (Blood Kink)

Day 2 : Aemon Targaryen (jahaerys son) (role-playing and\or carriage sex

Day 3 : Tormund Giantsbane (size Kink)

Day 4 : Jacaerys Velayron (Daddy Kink) !MLM

Day 5 : Roose Bolton (pet play)

Day 6 : Daeron the daring (Cunnilingus)

Day 7 : Tywin Lannister (Breeding Kink)

Day 8 : Robb Stark (Hand fixation)

Day 9 : Daemon Targaryen (Rimming)

Day 10 : Jon Snow (Submissive)

Day 11 : Jaime Lannister (Exhibitionism)

Day 12 : Joffrey Baratheon (impact play)

Day 13 : Jon Snow (Teratophilia)

Day 14 : Jon Snow (cock worship)

Day 15 : Aerion Targaryen (Submissive)

Day 16 : Cregan Stark (wax play)

Day 17 : Jon Snow (Armour Kink)

Day 18 : Aegon uncrowned (thigh fucking)

Day 19 : Jaime Lannister (brat taming)

Day 20 : Thomas Shelby (Dom/Praise) !MLM

Day 21 : Robb Stark (Mutual masturbation)

Day 22 : Ramsay Bolton (Marking)

Day 23 : Jaime Lannister (Menstruation kink)

Day 24 : Daenerys Targaryen (Pegging) GN!{{user}}

Day 25 : Roose Bolton (Breeding Kink + noncon)

Day 26 : Aegon II (Praise Kink)

Day 27 : Jon Snow (Fighting for dominance)

Day 28 : Thomas Shelby (Burning/marking kink)

Day 29 : Jon Snow (Unconventional Sex Toys)

Day 30 : Daemon Targaryen (Frotting) !MLM

Day 31 : Aemond Targaryen (cock warming)

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dancingtotuyo · 11 months ago

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Scathed 7 (Javier Peña)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: anxiety, trauma, self worth, recounting of suicide attempt, discussion of miscarriage and abuse

Notes: shoutout to my non tumblr bestie, Ashley and @janaispunk for beta reading and constantly encouraging me.

Words: 4174

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Journal Entry May 25, 1994,

My birthday is tomorrow. Javier is taking me out tonight. Just the two of us and whatever plan he’s concocted in an unknown place. It’ll be fine. I’m safe with him…

A knot formed and set itself squarely in Emily’s gut. She was all too familiar with anxiety, but this one was different. It was laced with excitement. In fact, it was mostly excitement with fear of the unknown, fear that subsided with every assurance that Javier knew what was happening. She trusted Javier.

Then came the second round of nerves, one Emily thought she’d never feel again, what to wear? She didn’t know where they were going. Javier had assured her he wouldn’t put her in an uncomfortable position which meant limited crowds.

It was a birthday dinner. That meant fancy, right? But this was Loredo, jeans were welcomed at every event, but so what if she was a little overdressed? This was her birthday. The first time she’d celebrated in a while. Her Dad and Anna had tried, but Emily always refused. They’d gotten away with cake and ice cream after dinner last year, but no candles. She always found a neatly wrapped box on her bed from Jaime though. Emily knew he felt bad for missing so many birthdays. Maybe next year she would be able to celebrate how he wanted to.

Emily looked over the clothes spread out across her bed. Her going-out clothes were limited for obvious reasons. The dress felt too formal, the jeans not formal enough. She sorted through her closet again, searching for anything else, and then she saw it, peeking out of the Sears bag she’d shoved into the closet as soon as she got home last summer.

Emily pulled it out, the pale fabric with little sunflowers called to her like it had in the store. It wasn’t anything over the top or skimpy, but still exposed more skin than she tended to show. Emily tended to stick with clothing that wouldn’t draw attention to her, blue jeans and a solid color top or sweater.

She unfolded the dress, the tags still on. She’d felt stupid for buying it as soon as she got home, but could never bring herself to return it. This would do, but Emily didn’t move, staring at the delicate fabric like it might combust. It taunted her, dared her to put it on. She remembered the way it felt cool against her skin, hugged in all the right places, and made her feel like a less damaged version of herself, one that could go out without fear or worry, one a man might find attractive. Immediately, she had shucked it off her body like it was on fire at that thought but hadn’t been able to put it back on the rack.

It would be perfect for tonight. She fingered the skirt, thumb running over one of the sunflowers. She heard the front door open. Her father greeted Javier. She cursed under her breath, picking up the dress without a second thought. Ripping off the tags, she dropped her towel, pulling the fabric over her head.

It slipped into place like she was a Disney Princess, fabric flowing around her thighs and knees. She glanced at herself in the mirror, stilling. She felt like she had in that dressing room almost a year ago. This wasn’t her, but who she wished she could be. Who she thought she would be. The pale pink lipgloss and mascara taunt her from the drugstore bag. Those had been impulse purchases today. Emily couldn’t remember the last time she’d put on makeup.

“Em.” Her father tapped on the door. “Javier is here.”

“I’ll be right out.” She called back, grabbing the makeup without a second thought. She fumbled with it, leaving the packaging scattered on the bedroom floor.

With inexperienced hands, Emily carefully applied the mascara. Then she ran the lip gloss over her lips. She didn’t give herself another look over, grabbing her purse and light sweater as she teased her curls absentmindedly with a hand, smacking her lips together with the unfamiliar feel of the gloss.

Javier and Jaime were talking in the living room as she entered. Javier’s eyes clocked her immediately, unable to pull his eyes off of her. She locked eyes with him, heat flooding her cheeks as she caught the way Javier’s eyes roamed her frame.

“Hi.” He smiled at her.

“Hi,” she smiled back. Emily wasn’t sure what else to say, feeling as if there were more behind his eyes.

Anna walked into the room with a gasp. “I forgot about that dress.”

Emily jumped a little, turning to face her stepmom with a soft smile. “So did I.” She laughed.

Anna smiled, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s cheek. “You look beautiful, Mija.”

“Thank you.” Emily smiled, unable to calm her beating heart.

“You ready to go?” Javier asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Yeah.” Emily bit her lip. Neither moved, simply looking at each other as the room filled with unspoken and unrecognized feelings.

Jaime looked between them with his brows furrowed. He cleared his throat. “I’ll pick the kids up at 8 from the sitter’s.”

Emily snapped out of her thoughts, which were more like a tornado siren going off during the middle of a clear day leaving her dazed and confused, like danger was so near but you couldn’t see any sign of it.

“Thanks, dad.” Emily said, kissing his cheek. “And remember, do not let them stay up late. We have an early day tomorrow.”

“No promises.” Emily glared at him. “There’s more of them than me, sweetheart.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Bedtime is 8:30, and no ice cream either.”

“Go celebrate your birthday.” Jaime chuckled, shooing her toward the door. “We’ve got things covered here.”

Javier opened the door, smiling as she matched her father’s strides. In Spanish, she said, “I’m serious, Dad.”

Jaime raised his brows, responding in kind. “Have fun. Enjoy your birthday for once.”

“Dad.” Emily stopped hand on her hip.

He laughed, putting his hands up in surrender. “I promise. Early to bed and no ice cream. Scouts Honor.”

She eyed him suspiciously, not buying it, but decided to let it go. Javier chuckled. “Jokes aside, we’re going to be late if we don’t go.”

“You two have fun. Keep her out as late as you want, Javier.” Jaime said with a teasing grin.

Javier laughed and Emily rolled her eyes. “Will do.”

Javier pressed a hand to the middle of her back to propel her toward the door. Her head snapped back to him, eyes wide but not with panic. Javier dropped it immediately realizing what he’d done. He swallowed, motioning to the door with his head, feeling stupid for doing that. This wasn’t a date.

Emily brushed it off, stepping out of the house without another word. She couldn’t shake the way the warmth of his hand lingered across her back.

“You gonna tell me where we’re going?” Emily asked once they were out the driveway.

“God, you’re impatient.”

“I’m sorry if I’m not too keen on surprises.” She narrowed her eyes at him.

Javier laughed. “But you trust me.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself.”

He smiled. “I’m sorry about touching you before we left. I wasn’t thinking and-“

“It’s okay, Javier.”

“No, I know I need to be careful.”

“You didn’t scare me.”

He glanced over at her, studying her face for a moment longer than he safely should from behind the wheel of his truck. Emily smiled at him, any lingering anxiety draining. She trusted him more than she thought possible in a relatively short period.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Javier said. It just slipped out like the words had just formed in his head and needed to escape. “I like the dress.”

Emily felt her cheeks warm again, a smile pushing against her lips. She turned to look out the window, biting the smile back. What were these impulses she felt helpless to stop? She cleared her throat. “Thank you.”

Even the implication that she looked attractive didn’t scare her. She had Javier next to her. He would keep her safe. That spot on her back heated again. The more she tried to ignore it, the hotter it burned becoming impossible to forget.

Javier pulled into the parking lot of one of the most popular Friday night destinations in Laredo. Her pulse quickened. All the trust that had assured her moments ago flew out the window.

“Hey,” Javier said, throwing the truck in park. He grabbed Emily’s hand. “Trust me.”

She nodded, taking a steadying breath. Javier darted around the vehicle, opening the passenger side door for her. “I’ve got you.” He held out his hand with a wink.

Emily took another deep breath, nodding as she took his outstretched hand. Javier squeezed it, keeping her close to his side. Her stomach twisted in knots as they approached the packed restaurant. The front door opened as a couple walked out, the roaring noise from within growing and then muting as the door swung closed.

Javier felt her breath catch and directed them away from the main entry. “I wouldn’t take you in there, Mustaña. I know better than that.”

He led them around to the back patio of the restaurant. Emily expected it to be thrumming with life. She’d heard this place had live music on the patio, but when they rounded the corner it was still. Javier opened up the gate, motioning for her to go first.

Emily bit her lip in amazement. “You did this?”

”I told you. You deserve to be celebrated, Em.”

Without a second thought, her arms flew around his shoulders. Javier’s hands wrapped around her back of their own accord, not wanting to let her go. Emily’s head laid on his shoulder for a single glorious moment. “Thank you.”

“Anything for my best friend.” Javier smiled, fighting the urge to kiss her cheek. He had no doubt that would push things too far, and tonight was about celebrating his best friend. A panic attack would not be very celebratory.

“I knew I’d get you to admit it.” Emily smiled as Javier pulled a chair out for her.

She sat, allowing Javier to help push her in. The big grin he wore never left his face as he settled in next to her around the small circular table. “How’d you pull this off on a Friday night, Javi?”

“I can’t reveal all my secrets now.” He chuckled.

Emily cocked her head to the side, curls falling into her eyes. Javier laughed as she pushed them out of her face. “Damn hair. Keep saying I’m going to cut it.”

”You don’t like it?” Javier’s brows furrowed.

“It’s just a lot, and sometimes you just need a change.” She shrugged.

Javier bit his tongue. He liked her hair. He was beginning to think he might like it any way she styled it, but there was something about the way her long curls bounced and moved about that captivated him. He wanted to bury his hands in them.

Javier swallowed, giving himself a moment to push those thoughts away. “A friend from high school owns this place.”

”They must owe you quite the favor.”

”Something like that,” Javier winked, tilting his head to the side.

The roar inside the restaurant grew throughout the night as people filed in for dinner, but out on the patio, it was peaceful. Streaked with orange and pink, the sky slowly darkened until the sun disappeared. Crickets chirp from the grove of trees at the back of the parking lot. The heat of the day began to ease. They took their time eating, enjoying the spring night, and each other's company.

“How is it we always seem to find ourselves outside? Under the stars?” Emily said, gazing above her as the first twinkles started to appear.

“Guess it’s our thing.” Javier sipped his whiskey, holding it close to his chest.

Even within Loredo city limits, stars shone in the night sky. He glanced over at her, eyes tilted toward the heavens, curls falling over her shoulders. She looks so at ease, so blissfully at peace. Javier couldn’t help but feel honored that she’d found that, even just for a few minutes, next to him.

“So we have a thing?” She raised an eyebrow.

“You just said we’re always finding ourselves in this situation.” He laughed.

“Suppose I did.”

He handed her his glass. Emily accepted, letting the dark liquid burn down her throat. “Might be the first night I haven’t craved a cigarette.”

“Progress.”

“Or maybe it’s the company.” He smiled at her.

Emily rolled her eyes, handing the whiskey back to him. “It most definitely isn’t that.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m one of the most anxious people around.”

“Not with me.”

Emily froze, eyes stuck on his brown ones. What was he trying to say? Nails dug into the pad of her thumb. She chewed on her lip.

Javier caught it, the overthinking, her brain trying to process things it wasn’t ready for. Fuck, what was he saying? He wasn’t ready to process it either.

“Hey,” His hand landed over her wrist, fingers easing over her. “You shouldn't be anxious with your friends. It’s a good thing.”

She nodded, her mind accepting the thinly veiled excuse. “You’re right.”

“Always am,” Javier smirked.

She let out a laugh that came from deep within her belly. Her head fell back, curls dangling in the air, and Javier knew. He knew he was falling in love with a woman he could never have as more than a friend. If and when she traveled down that path, she deserved someone not stained by the drug war. She needed someone so far away from it, her past didn’t feel so tangible. She didn’t need someone who fucked whores and watched children die, someone marked for death but somehow managed to avoid it.

“Javi?” Emily straightened in her seat, catching the way his demeanor shifted. He had that faraway look in his eyes she only saw when he was reliving the bad parts of Colombia. The one Emily imagined she got when she talked about Mexico.

He tried to push the thoughts back. Today was not the time or place. It was a happy day. He was supposed to be celebrating her.

“Javier,” she said again, placing her hand on his bicep. He looked down, eyes flickering to it. Soft hands, free of calluses from her secluded office job. He swallowed. Her hand bumped under his chin, pulling his gaze back to her like a mother to a child. “What’s going through your mind right now? Tell me.”

“I was supposed to die,” Javier said. It slipped out, almost like he wasn’t in his body, and then the weight of it hit him. He pulled out of her reach. “Shit.” He rubbed his eyes. “Now’s not the time for this conversation.”

“Talk to me,” Emily said, not taking no for an answer.

Javier threw back the rest of the whiskey, giving it a few extra seconds before he opened his mouth again. “We got a tip about Escobar- backed up by Centra-Spike. Our boss pulled us out as we were about to leave.”

He didn’t explain the “us.” She knew who he meant by now.

“Carillo- he-“ Javier struggled to pull the words out. Emily set her hand on his shoulder. His eyes met hers sparkling with unshed tears. “He walked right into an ambush. All of his men too. They never stood a chance. I was supposed to be with him. Steve too.

“Instead, I listened to it all go down on the fucking radio. I felt so goddamn useless.” Javier clenched his fist.

Emily studied his face, the deep creases in his forehead, the guilt heavy across his features. He couldn’t meet her eyes. She knew it was more than the survivor's guilt. It was that child in the comuna, the teenager he watched “The Good Guys” shoot to send a message, the work he did with Los Pepes, and so much more she didn’t know about.

Before she knew it, her fingertips dragged from his chin up his jaw. His skin was smooth under her touch like he’d shaved right before picking her up. Javier’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say a word, scared to move a muscle and spook her. He focused on her eyes as she followed her own movements over his cheek.

As her fingers smoothed the lines in his forehead, his eyes fluttered. His head lilted to the side slightly, barely noticeable except for the extra pressure against her cool fingers. A small gasp escaped her lips, pulling Javier back to reality. When his vision came into focus, Emily met his gaze.

“I don’t think you were supposed to die, Javier,” Emily said. She could see the dismissal of her statement in his eyes. “And I’m really glad you didn’t.”

Javier let out a long breath, tension easing with it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your birthday.”

Emily bit her lip wondering if this was a bad time for her to share her own story. Instinct quickly took over. This is what they did. They exchanged their war stories. She slipped the worn leather wristwatch from her forearm. Javier had never seen her without it. As she revealed the underside, he understood why. The watch covered up a long thin scar. It was long enough to show the single sign of what she’d attempted to do. She’d never shown it to anyone, not even her dad. She was the only one who knew about it. Well, she, Juana, HIM, and the doctor.

And now, Javier.

His eyebrows knitted together as Emily bit her lip. His thumb traced over it softly. “Mustaña…”

Emily inhaled, breath shaking. “I told you I thought about it, but… I shouldn’t be alive either, Javier.” Tears filled her eyes.

“Shit.” Javier said, hands moving to her cheeks, thumbs swiping away her tears. To their belated surprise, she didn’t flinch or move away. “‘Em…”

“I had two miscarriages.” She swallowed. “One when Ale was 5 months old, another 3 months later.”

Bile rose in Javier’s throat. The bastard hadn’t given her a break, never gave her body a chance to recover.

“When the second one happened- I’d just found out. I hadn’t even told him yet.” Javier swiped more tears away. “There was so much blood and-“

She stopped. Javier held his breath. The air felt hot and sticky around them.

“And I thought he was going to kill me because of it.”

“Em.”

“I’m okay now.” She said, quickly cutting him off. She pulled out of his grasp. Javier’s hands dropped to his thighs feeling empty. “Even as dark as things got, I never tried again.”

She expected to see pity from Javier, the kind that felt condescending, but it never came. He took her hands in his again.

“I know.” She felt his sorrow over everything that she went through, including the things she hadn’t told him yet, and she accepted it.

Emily bit her lip, staring into Javier’s eyes. The patio lights sparkled off of them. Something tugged at her heart, almost as if it was pulling her into him. The more she resisted it, the more the tension grew. Unfamiliar with the feeling, Emily wasn’t sure how to respond to the tug. Did she give in? Did she pull away? Her instincts and feelings screamed from opposing sides.

“Sorry for making you cry on your birthday.”

“Technically, my birthday is tomorrow.”

Javier rolled his eyes, the smile on his face lightening the mood as he leaned back into his chair. Emily missed his proximity and tucked the thought away for later.

“Close enough.” He said, glancing down at his watch. “I do have a surprise. Should be here any minute.”

Emily narrowed her eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Javier winked. He grabbed her watch, slipping it back on her wrist. He turned her arm over, finger slipping over her scar before letting the watch fall into place A quick moment, but one that lingered on her mind. “Just promise you won’t be mad.”

“What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything.” Javier raised his hands, a smile tugging at his lips. “It was your dad’s idea.”

She crossed her arms. “Now I am worried.”

“It’s not bad.”

“That’s what they always say.”

“Oh, I’m one of them now?” Laughter glimmered in his eyes as he teased her.

“I'm afraid so.” She tried to keep a straight face, but the truth was, she felt excited at the premise. It was a testament to how much she trusted Javier, and it felt nice to feel almost normal for once, almost whole.

“Why don’t you turn around then,” Javier said, pointing behind her.

Emily caught sight of her family, accompanied by Chucho, walking across the parking lot, a big white box and balloons in hand. Her mouth dropped open. Alejandra stopped in her tracks, waving at them as she caught sight of her mother. Emily laughed, waving back.

“Race you!” Miguelito yelled, taking off across the parking lot.

“Not fair!” Alejandra called after him, her shorter legs unable to catch up with her older brother.

“No running in the parking lot!” Jaime called after them but it was no use as they ran into the gate laughing and out of breath. Mateo pulled against Anna’s hand, wanting to join in with his siblings, but she kept a hold of his hand.

Emily couldn’t help but laugh. For the first time in years, the implications of a true celebration made her excited. She realized how much she actually wanted her family here.

“I take it you’re not mad?” Javier grinned, standing to open the gate.

“Not at all.” Emily smiled, holding her arms open as the kids ran in to greet her with hugs and kisses.

Mateo pushed his way through his siblings, crawling up into her lap, his favorite place in the world. She kissed his head. Alejandra’s eyes roamed over Emily’s dress, fingers playing with the hem of it. “You look very pretty, Mami.”

“Thank you. So do you.” Emily spun her around.

“I know you said no ice cream,” Jaime grinned, setting the white cake box on the table next to hers. “But you never said anything about cake.”

Emily rolled her eyes, unable to keep the smile off her face. “I also said bedtime at 8:30.”

Jaime shrugged. “Rules were made to be broken.” He pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “Happy birthday, Sweetheart.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

Off to the side, Chucho stood next to his son as he worked on putting candles on the cake. “It was nice of you to arrange all this for her.”

Javier shrugged it off, mind focused on the task at hand. “She deserves it.”

Chucho nodded thoughtfully, taking stock of his son. “And that’s all?”

“Well, it is her birthday.” Javier felt around for a lighter, so used to having one on hand. “Do you-?”

Chucho handed his over before Javier could finish asking. He smiled at his father. “Thanks, Pops.”

“Javi?”

“What?”

Chucho searched his son’s eyes, always so expressive. He’d never been able to get away with lying to him, though Chucho did let him think he had from time to time. It kept him from becoming a better liar. The older man quickly realized now was not the time the time or place. He wasn’t sure his son had fully realized everything he was seeing. “Nothing.”

“Mr. Javi!” Alejandra joined his side. “Be careful with the cake.”

“Always, Alejandrina,” Javier grinned, flicking the lighter to life. As he set the last one ablaze, he smiled at the girl. “Alright, start us off.”

Ale grinned, starting The Birthday Song with one big, loud breath. The rest of the group joined in, a mixture of English and Spanish carrying through the air. Javier picked up the cake, walking it over to her. As he kneeled in front of her, presenting the flaming cake, he winked. Emily laughed, shaking her head.

Over the glow of the birthday candles, Javier watched her eyes sparkle, her smile infectious to the world around her. He’d never seen Emily so relaxed and carefree. She smiled at him, and Javier wished he could keep this moment frozen in time for forever.

A bright flash went off, causing spots to blur his vision. “Oops,” Alejandra giggled, snatching the photo from the Polaroid camera. “Sorry.”

Emily shook her head, trying to clear the flash spot from her vision as The Birthday Song came to a close. Her eyes landed on his big brown ones. “Make a wish,” Javier said. She smiled, biting her lip in thought before taking a big breath and putting every single candle out.

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rosefinch07 · 11 months ago

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Jsjs so crime lord red Hood, right? With underlings and shit?

Jaime going to Gotham as a dentist bc he had a gothamite friend in dental school who runs a practice and surprise surprise Jaime takes the job

Depending on how the timing is jaime could be 26-30 to jason's 20-25 which i did not plan it just happened

Jaime, while not living in crime alley proper bc he's a dentist and rent is dirt cheap in Gotham, he still pretty close bc the dental office is in otisburg or something

He only is active as blue beetle when called upon bc he's practically retired, he's been doing the hero thing since late middle school and through highschool and a good chunk of college

He's tired, he just wants to sit down with his teeth and help patients

Khaji is there, they coexist, they have bets on how long they can go without a gun being pulled on the receptionists and therefore making them have to Handle it

Jaime wouldn't change it for the world

And he starts being popular with the goons who need to get their teeth fixed, mostly Jason's goons bc he's close enough to red hood territory that he's claimed

They start Handling people who pull guns on the receptionists

Jaime just sighs and goes back to checking on the dental crown being made for a teen who's obsessed with robin

He goes to his apartment after work and cares for nothing but the safety of his loupes and its carrying case on the walk

He's still in his scrubs when red hood breaks in while he's cooking dinner and his lunches for the week

Red hood wants to give his goons insurance beyond "throw money at the goon and hope that works"

Respectable

They get an arrangement, jaime's dental student kids have even more teeth from necessary extractions for their classes (he still had his tooth jar from when he was in school, it wasn't the weirdest thing in gotham no matter how many looks hood gave it on his shelf.)

The shenanigans that ensue are glorious istg

Among those are

-jason convincing damian to go to the dentist by only going to someone he trusts with his own teeth (damian gets curious about collecting teeth and jason quickly redirects him by asking about if braces are needed bc no he is not collecting human teeth in the manor.)

- jason having to go to jaime as a civilian and trust him to mess with his teeth bc they kinda got fucked from the recent fight he was in

Just

Dentist jaime in gotham and jason offering dental insurance to his employees go so nice together

#rose finch fic rambles #dentist jaime reyes #gunbug #jaime reyes x jason todd #jason x jaime #jaime x jason #jason todd x jaime reyes #red hood #blue beetle #jason todd #jaime reyes

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yandere-paramour · 8 months ago

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How long did it take for Jaime to fall in love with Asteria? Did he still love her when he tried to run away with Ata? I assume that although Asteria is a more strict yandere she still wouldn't take advantage of Jaime, so when did he decide he was ready to be intimate with her and have a child?

Would it make him happy to see darling raising her and Ata's child with a more healthy view of love?

It's so interesting to know more about these characters and think about how they impacted Ata!!^^

It took Jamie about a year to fall in love with Asteria. In truth, when she initiated something sexual about 10 months into their marriage, he wasn't fully comfortable with it but he said he was anyway. But after, he found he felt okay and he trusted her a little bit more and that did help their relationship. Before their marriage, she remained completely chaste with him, only holding his hand and giving him a quick kiss at the altar. When she initiated on their honeymoon, he started crying and she stopped immediately.

Around a year and a half into their marriage, she started pegging him and they began talks about trying to conceive a child. They both knew they would need to continue the Montclair line so they were expected to have a daughter, but Asteria made it very clear that she was willing to wait quite a few years before trying if he wasn't ready, but Jamie said he was. He understood his duty was to sire a Montclair daughter, but he also liked the idea of a little Asteria and him running around. He really did love her at this point, and Atalanta was very much a wanted child.

Not to say it was Atalanta's fault that he tried to run with her, but it was her fault. She was about 4 years old and suddenly interested in all types of love. Jamie caught Asteria telling Atalanta about their love story, telling his precious daughter how her father calmed down and accepted his place by her side once she set down clear restrictions and punishments in place and how she should use these tactics on her own love in the future to keep them happy and calm. Atalanta was listening intently and asking questions, and Jamie knew he had to run and he had to take his daughter with him. He loved his wife, and he loved his family, but staying would be continuing the cycle, and he couldn't in good conscience do that. It broke his heart to run away from the life he had come to like if not love, but he had to.

But now, nearly 25 years later, he's a broken man. He's old, his dark hair is streaked with grey, and his knees hurt sometimes. He gave up trying to escape a long time ago, and he won't do it again. He's given up on trying to fix anything with Atalanta's view of the world, so now he's just trying to love the daughter who has turned into his wife. All he can do is hope that his daughter's wife is a braver person than he.

Seeing Darling teaching his grandchild that love is something mutual and shared between people, not something forced, might honestly bring him to tears. Maybe the cycle can finally be broken and he can stop feeling like his life is wasted and he's a weak, pathetic failure of a Father.

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countrymusiclover · 7 months ago

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24 - When Dragons Flew to War

Part 25

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Amethyst leaped down from the rocky ledge with me riding on her back. My silver hair tied back in a simple braid with me wearing a tunic and trousers rather than dealing with a ridiculous gown. Flying above the vast sea water I had never felt more free being up here. She released a cry diving down to the fleet of ships we had at our command. “I think this is one of the few times I’ve seen you this happy.”

“For once in my life I am truly free. Free from King's Landing, free from fake identities, free from Cersei and anyone else who wishes me dead. If I’m being honest I’ve never felt so alive.”

Jaime caught my body in his arms once I had slid down her lowered wing. “I’m happy to see you like this.”

“Where are the twins?” Glancing around the moving ship I didn’t see them running around like they normally had been the first couple of weeks since we had left Dragonstone. Nothing but the vast and open see ahead of us.

Amethyst leaped up off her back legs and shot up to the clear skies with me and Jaime not being able to resist not watching her fly. “I put them down for a nap. I can’t keep an eye on you and them at the same time.”

“You know I can take care of myself. Besides, she won’t hurt me while I'm on her back.”

He moved his left hand down resting against my growing stomach. “I’m not worried about you so much but our future little heir.”

“Stop you’re worrying, my lion. Although I would suggest choosing a different word then calling the baby future little heir. The men that sailed with us are loyal to my sister. We don’t want her thinking we are the enemy.”

Jaime tucked some hair behind my ear that had fallen from my braid. “I think you’ve made it very clear that you have no intention of taking the Iron Throne.”

“I don't see the need in conquering the Seven Kingdoms when there's so much land that hasn't been explored outside of Westeros.”

My husband squeezed me by the waist. “Hmm then it appears you need a different name than Princess of the Seven kingdoms.”

“What would you suggest?” Draping my arms over his shoulders he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Princess Vaella Lannister, First of her name, Lady of Casterly Rock, and adventurer of the Summer Sea and Sothoryos.”

Kissing him shortly, footsteps approached us. “I love it.”

“My lord, my lady. The children were playing with this earlier. I assumed you would want it back with you.” A guard held up a knife and I noticed the writing engraved on it, quickly taking it from his hand.

“Thank you.”

Jaime raised a brow. “I already gave you a knife as a precaution. Why do you need another one?”

“This isn't an ordinary knife. It belongs to Aegon the Conqueror. He engraved his dream on it. Rhaegar secretly slipped it into my protection before he left to fight. It's strictly only known by the heirs of the Iron Throne.” Sliding the blade back inside my right boot I buttoned the hise hold bag strapped to my boot.

Jaime smirked down at me, holding the side of my face. “Your brother may have thought you would be heir one day, you never know.” I smiled thinking Rhaegar may have always seen me as a Queen.

Rhaegar had been buried away in the library inside the Red Keep. He had always been a bookworm from the day he learned how to read. So I knew where to find him on rainy days where no one was likely to disturb him. Pushing the double doors open hearing them creak loudly seeing him sitting down at the first table. “Brother, what book do you have your head buried in this time around?”

“Aegon the Conqueror.” He waved me over with his freehand pulling me up my own wooden chair. “Come, come, this is what father always told me about before his episodes began.”

Lifting my head up from the book pages I asked him not ever being told the story. “What does it say about Aegon the Conqueror?”

“Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. Tis to begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds. And whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When the great winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it.” Eyeing my brother I was curious about the knife he had drawn from inside his belt on his trousers. “Before Aegon's death the last of the Valyrian pyromancers hid his song in the steel.”

He handed me the knife where I muttered the written word under my breath. “From my blood comes the Prince that was promised. And his will be the Song of Ice and Fire.”

“Vae, I shouldn’t be doing this since this has been passed down from heir to heir. But I’m giving it to you in case something happens to me since you are the oldest in line after me.” Rhaegar placed his hand over mine still holding the knife.

Shaking my head, I attempted to push the blade back into his hands. “Rhae, I can’t accept it then. It’s only between the heirs of the realm.”

“I want someone else to help me figure out the prophecy. You know father’s condition nowadays ....please Vae.” He begged me with those purple dragon eyes we shared.

Placing the dagger in his hands I put my hands on top of his vowing to my elder brother. “I vow to help you figure out this knife prophecy.”

“You might just be the very first Queen of the Seven Kingdoms one day.” Rhaegar sent me a proud smile back, I wouldn’t become obsessed with it like he was. But at least back then we were a team on a mission.

In the many weeks that had passed we were getting closer to the land of Sothoryos. The uncharted land across the Summer Sea. Strolling across the ship now wearing a simple red dress that wasn’t too tight around my waist I leaned over the side of the boat watching the different fish swim in the waters below. “There you are, my dragon. What's troubling you. You're trembling.” Jaime’s familiar hand touched my lower back

Glancing at him I met his gaze. “I got to thinking about something my brother and I read in Targaryen history. The notes of when dragons flew to war.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

Closing my eyes I sucked in a breath wrapping my freehand around my ring necklace. “When they flew to war everything burned.”

“You shouldn’t be the one worrying about dragons going to war. There's only four left in the world after all. We only need to worry about making it to that shoreline.” Jaime points his index finger out in front of us, where we could see some sight of land off in the distance.

Laying my head against his chest I closed my eyes briefly letting my worries fade until I swore I could hear a faint screeching sound above our heads. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what, Vaella?” He asked me.

Taking a step forward I tucked my hair behind my ear trying to get a better listen. It for sure wasn’t Amethyst because she was laying asleep in the back of the boat deck. “That noise. It sounded like a - a whistle.” The second the word left my mouth, something dove down and hit the top part of our ship where the whole boat rocked and everything fell in different directions onto the deck.

“Vaella!” Jaime shouted at me before he fell onto his back and I banged my head against the side of the boat railing. He scrambled to his feet, genre helping me up by my forearm. “Are you okay. Are you hurt? Fetch the Maester!”

Lowering my hand from my forehead I pushed through the small headache that was coming on. “I'm alright.” Gently pushing him away I ran to the tip front of the boat, leaning up on my toes hearing the same noise another time.

“What was that?” He asked me looking around the empty waters.

Squinting my eyes the skies were empty for a short period before something dove down and flew barely above the water. A long tail swung down and large swings flapping where it was clear what type of creature it was before me. “It's another dragon….hell it's a island of dragons.” Jaime stood behind me seeing multiple dragons flying around the land with small buildings coming into view.

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peachy-panic · 9 months ago

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25) Which punishment method do you hate the most?

For Jaime

From this ask game.

“Taking away food,” he answers without much hesitation. “That was a common method of control in training.

“I don’t like pain, but there are ways I’ve learned to cope with it. Over time, with lots of practice. But there’s a certain level of hunger that just… Your body’s survival instinct doesn’t let you push it aside. It gets to a point where you’ll do anything—things you don’t think you’re even capable of—just to get something in your stomach.”

He wraps his arms around his stomach, as if he can still feel the phantom ache of emptiness. “I don’t like seeing what that level of desperation does to me,” he says. “It’s part of how they broke me in the beginning.”

#Jaime asks #food deprivation

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prpfz · 1 month ago

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About Me: She/Her. 25+. EST. I write on Discord (DMs or servers) or through Tumblr messages. I like to stay on Tumblr for plotting. I write in third person, past tense and around 150-400 words. Replies happen within 2-3 days usually. Sometimes daily, depending on how busy I am with work and RL. I typically do not double. I have no triggers but that doesn't mean I'm willing to do everything. I take things on a case-by-case basis. ❄️

What I'm Looking For: Various fandoms. Please be 18+ to interact!!! Write in third person (I don't mind the tense). No one-liners and preferably have a ~100+ word count. Replies within 2-4 days is ideal. But I'm fine with every 5-7 days. Just let me know if it's going to take longer. I'm only looking for canon x canon pairings. Mainly looking for MxM ships. Willing to take on a limited amount of MxF or FxF. I'm a lot pickier with what ships I do for those latter two, though. I don't mind writing NSFW/smut and wouldn't mind incorporating it into most of these threads (with any plot/smut ratio).

I'll just be listing my primary muses for each fandom (I might be talked into writing some others). Any muse in bold I especially would love to write as right now. We can discuss ships together. I have a lot of favorites, and I'm always to discussing new ones I've never given a chance before.

Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Astarion Ancunín

Cazador Szarr

Dammon

The Emperor

Enver Gortash

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Ketheric Thorm

Nere

Raphael

Rolan

Zevlor

Doctor Who:

Delgado!Master

Dhawan!Master

Eleventh Doctor

Fifth Doctor

Fourteenth Doctor

Harry Sullivan

Jack Harkness

Rogue

Second Doctor

Sixth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Game of Thrones:

Alliser Thorne

Beric Dondarrion

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Petyr Baelish

Robb Stark

Roose Bolton

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Thoros

Tywin Lannister

(AMC) Interview with the Vampire:

Armand

Lestat de Lioncourt

The Lord of the Rings:

Boromir

Celeborn

Elrond

Gríma Wormtongue

Haldir

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Frank Castle

Grant Ward

Lance Hunter

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Andrew!Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Ray Nadeem

Reed Richards

Tony Stark

Victor von Doom

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Drayton Sawyer

Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

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sasha-naell · 1 month ago

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ASOIAF Christmas Calendar

Day XXIII

What are our dear favorite doing for Christmas ?

This idea is from @full-moon-so-bright !

Targaryen

Daenerys and Viserys never really celebrated Christmas. Viserys has few memories of celebrating it with his parents, Daenerys a little more of celebrating it with Ser Willem, and then nothing. But after being taken in by Illyrio Mopatis, they have a little party that looks like it.

Martell

No Martell really celebrates a traditional Christmas, it's more just a very big family celebration where everyone gets together. Oberyn’s eight kids are there too.

Greyjoy

The Greyjoys don't really do anything special for Christmas. Balon is on bad terms with everyone, so few people spend the holidays with them. Asha-Yara therefore always celebrates the same Christmas: eating turkey and watching ‘the holiday’ (she is in love with Kate Winslet.)

Arryn

Jon had always said he would never lie to his children, even about Santa Claus. But after seeing Robert's (Robyn) big eyes full of Christmas magic, he doesn't have the heart and lets him believe as much as he wants. Christmas holidays are probably the only ones where Lisa shows a little joy

Tully

Edmure sends beautiful greeting cards to everyone he knows. He always goes through the north and the Eyrie to visit his nieces and nephews and spoil them with gifts. Bryden also comes sometimes, dressed as Santa

Stark

The Starks always have a big party for Christmas, with a gigantic tree and a mountain of presents. This is very important to Ned and therefore it has become important to Catelyn. They do a lot of Christmas activities with the kids (decorations, hot chocolate, cookies) and Ned always tries to include Jon and Theon, which Catelyn hates.

Tyrell

The Tyrells always organizes a very large traditional celebration which lasts several days and is very expensive. The holidays are becoming more and more grandiose to the point that for many it becomes ridiculous. Olenna always makes sure that part of the reception takes place in the greenhouse to show everyone her winter roses

Lannister

The Lannisters always spend the 24th on their own, at least since Joanna's death. Tywin often works on the 24th and finds celebrating it stupid. Tyrion spends time with his friends. Jaime never stays far from Cersei. They all meet up with family on the 25' and that’s often where things go wrong

Baratheon

Robert spent Christmas with his wife and kids, probably drinking too much wine and silently fighting with Cersei because he send gift to all of his children. Stannis still tries to make Shireen believe in Santa because Selyse asked him to. Davos makes Santa every year, and Shireen recognizes him every year but never tells a soul. Renly spends time with Loras and Edric, having their own little party on the 24 and opening their gift before going to bed because Loras has to go to his family on the 25th and Renly is not invited.

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canonrpfinder · 26 days ago

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Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Astarion Ancunín

Cazador Szarr

Dammon

The Emperor

Enver Gortash

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Ketheric Thorm

Nere

Raphael

Rolan

Zevlor

Doctor Who:

Delgado!Master

Dhawan!Master

Eleventh Doctor

Fifth Doctor

Fourteenth Doctor

Harry Sullivan

Jack Harkness

Rogue

Second Doctor

Sixth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Game of Thrones:

Alliser Thorne

Beric Dondarrion

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Petyr Baelish

Robb Stark

Roose Bolton

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Thoros

Tywin Lannister

(AMC) Interview with the Vampire:

Armand

Lestat de Lioncourt

The Lord of the Rings:

Boromir

Celeborn

Elrond

Gríma Wormtongue

Haldir

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Frank Castle

Grant Ward

Lance Hunter

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Andrew!Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Ray Nadeem

Reed Richards

Tony Stark

Victor von Doom

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Drayton Sawyer

Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

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roleplayfinder · 1 month ago

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Baldur's Gate 3:

Abdirak

Astarion Ancunín

Cazador Szarr

Dammon

The Emperor

Enver Gortash

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Ketheric Thorm

Nere

Raphael

Rolan

Zevlor

Doctor Who:

Delgado!Master

Dhawan!Master

Eleventh Doctor

Fifth Doctor

Fourteenth Doctor

Harry Sullivan

Jack Harkness

Rogue

Second Doctor

Sixth Doctor

Tenth Doctor

Game of Thrones:

Alliser Thorne

Beric Dondarrion

Daenerys Targaryen

Jaime Lannister

Margaery Tyrell

Petyr Baelish

Robb Stark

Roose Bolton

Sansa Stark

Stannis Baratheon

Thoros

Tywin Lannister

(AMC) Interview with the Vampire:

Armand

Lestat de Lioncourt

The Lord of the Rings:

Boromir

Celeborn

Elrond

Gríma Wormtongue

Haldir

Marvel:

Benjamin Poindexter

Billy Russo

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Carol Danvers

Frank Castle

Grant Ward

Lance Hunter

Loki Laufeyson

Matt Murdock

Nathan Summers

Andrew!Peter Parker

Phil Coulson

Ray Nadeem

Reed Richards

Tony Stark

Victor von Doom

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre:

Drayton Sawyer

Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer

Nubbins Sawyer

Tex Sawyer

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 months ago

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From the Ashes Pt.45

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV, Rhaegar POV, Alizah POV

Words: 3136

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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Agitated, Weles bounced against the walls as he was unable to stand still, even for a moment. They were in the mouth of their enemy, separated through the Manor of Shades from one another. Nuahlin had drilled in him the instinct to stick together with your comrades. (y/n) didn’t even have Latilth by her side if the situation worsened.

He had promised Jaime Lannister that he would keep her safe, not that he needed a flimsy thing as a promise. Weles wholeheartedly devoted himself to (y/n) and had seen enough to know that she possessed Azor Ahai's soul. Even if (y/n) was tentative about admitting. Would Weles have to admit to Jaime that he could not keep his sister safe?

No, he had to have faith that if danger did befall upon her, (y/n) could take care of herself. She proved it with her fight with both darkin. There was no help for her then, nor with Batur. Even he couldn’t defeat Inniros when put up with the task. (y/n) had stopped him dead, pinning Lightbringer to his shadow so he could not escape.

Never having been claustrophobic before, Weles eyes the foreboding walls that contained him like a caged animal. While the doors may not have looked like the ones a regular prison would have, he figured this room to be much the same.

“I can hear your incessant pacing all the way from my room.” Melisandre’s voice is muffled by the door. Whipping his door open, Weles finds the red priestess completely alone. Her finely sculpted eyebrows are raised in amusement by Weles’ disheveled appearance. “You do know we don’t have to stay in our rooms.”

It would mean little if they attempted to escape. Shadows were agents of the darkin, even if Melisandre bragged to be one of few who was a shadowbinder, much different than the darkin. Their skill was almost at a toddler’s level of shadowdancing. Shadowbinders could not even fathom the inert power of the darkin to truly become one with the shadows itself. Every step of their’s was being watched , the resident darkin waiting for a slip up so they can label the outsiders as villains.

“No thanks.” Weles sneered, a vile taste left in his mouth after (y/n)’s experience with Batur, the shadowmaster.

“The darkin may not like it, but we are guests in their home and will be treated as such.” Melisandre calmly explains; scarlet eyes watch irritation flicker in Weles.

“Then why have they set us up in a tower like prisoners?”

She places a hand on the door frame, a ruby ring looking nearly black as there was no light to make its brilliance shine. “Not that I agree with them, but can you blame them? If the temple had its way, they would be no better than slaves to us. We are strangers threatening their home with this little girl that looks nothing like a prophet. They have reason to be cautious.”

He could blame them, for his resentment toward not just the darkin but Asshai as a whole grew more with each passing minute. And Melisandre was born here, she was of Asshai’i blood. “Do you trust them with (y/n)?”

“Of course not.” Long lashes send a darkness over her pale cheeks. “But I’m not worried. And you shouldn’t be either. Not if you truly believe in (y/n)’s strength. You taught her. She is as much a student of your’s as any Fiery Hand.”

And, of course, a dragon. Latilth had not liked the sight of her mistress being taunted by Batu7r. Wales would have applauded her had he not been busy trying to call the dragon back. She had been intent on helping (y/n). Even if it jmeant killing Batur which Rhiannon had feared. Her dragonfire could have easily consumed him. He had no shadows to hide in when the light of dragonfire lit up the dark hall.

“Batur will not do anything to us. Not when Inniros is on our side.” That made him scoff. Inniros. His weapons thirst for the darkin’s blood, the blood of the monster who had slaughtered his brothers without any type of punishment. Jaime had been close to being taken by Inniros had it not been for (y/n). “Is he really on our side?”

“You’re such a bummer, Weles.” Rhiannon stands in the doorway, arms crossed and her gold eyes narrowed. The young priestess, as lovely looking as she was, often had a sassy mouth on her that made conversations with her slightly difficult. Weles had much preferred the sweetness of her older sister Thalina. “Has he not shown us in every way that he is on our side? You may not have spoken with him as much as I have, but he’s devoted to nuh kosh. And (y/n) trusts him. That should be enough.”

Melisandre makes a face like Rhiannon did have a valid point. “She may be young, but (y/n) has a great intuition of who is worthy of her trust.” After her childhood, of course, (y/n) would be reluctant to trust anyone immediately.

Stepping next to Melisandre, Rhiannon holds her head up, challenging the chief of the Fiery Hand. “He is trustworthy and repentant of his sins. All so that he may serve (y/n). He didn’t have to show us the way to the Shadow Hills. Inniros could have turned on us when the female darkin made herself present.”

Snorting in indignation, Weles matched her cross armed stance.

Find no use in arguing, Melisandre sighed and positioned herself between the two. “Settle down. If Ray hears you guys squabbling, he’ll have us all in an hour of prayer.” Welles had sat through enough of Rays’ drawn-out sermons.

Rhiannon let her arms fall to her sides, obeying the senior red priestess. Her shield of confidence lowered, too. Behind her rough exterior, worry bled through. Until recently, Rhiannon had been attached to (y/n)’s side. An immediate connection had developed between the young ladies, each longing for the guiding hand of Thalina. Being away from her must have been strange, unable to look out for her adopted sister.

“What do we do now?” Her voice lowered to a soft timber.

“We try not to cause trouble and give (y/n) our support. That is why we are here.” Melisandre clasped her hands together. “R’hllor will carry us through this. As he always has.”

At least Weles and Rhiannon had one thing in common: doubt.

Sleep had alluded you that night. All you could do was grip at your thin sheets while tossing and turning. You should have been beyond exhausted, but your heart raced and skin tingled. The Shadow Hills energized you, making your legs swing off the cot and onto a stable, albeit cold, flooring.

It could be dangerous, roaming through the shadow estate at night, but you wanted to see Latilth. You were missing her warm body pressed against your sleeping frame.

You hesitated at your door, grabbing Lightbringer as an afterthought before slipping out into the pitch-black dark. Metal concerts on the wall offer meager lighting for your venture. You realize what a foolish idea it was to wander around at night in unfamiliar lands. Getting lost was a high probability that dawned on you too late.

The feeling of being watched clawed at your back, making you shiver as you prayed that you were walking in the right direction. Loviisa showed you the way earlier if you wanted to visit Latilth. Someone could misconstrue your wandering as suspicious. Thankfully, you found the staircase leading to the entrance hall's giant doors. You doubted anyone had actually used it in decades, preferring to take the secret tunnel through the mountain. How would you even open such a beast of a door?

Your hands wrap around the handle and you tentatively pull. The groaning of the hinges startles you, making your hands instinctively release at the loud sound.

A pale hand replaces your’s on the door handle and you turn to meet Inniros. He’s chuckling at your wide eyes. “Don’t let it scare you.”

Finally you smile in pure relief. A friendly face. “It’s so quiet here. Do you think anyone else heard it?”

“Oh most definitely.” Ignoring another groan of protest from the door, Inniros steps aside to let you through. “They probably knew you were roaming around the moment you stepped foot outside of your room.”

“I figured as much.”

You found Latilth immediately in the courtyard. Curled up next to a rudimentary sleeping bag. Her head turns, and when her bright, orange eyes spot you, Laitilth leaps up, shaking herself off of any dirt and nearly toppling you to the ground in her excitement. Warm scales soothed your soul as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

“I missed you too.” You smile and turn your face away to avoid one of her sharp horns. “Thank you for staying out here with her. You really didn’t have to.”

“I couldn't just let her be by herself.” Inniros pats the dragon on her back fondly. A rumbling purr vibrates in the back of Latilth’s throat. All she had ever known was you, Inniros, and Rhiannon. She wasn’t interested in the others in your group; they hadn’t been central to her rearing. Rhiannon had encouraged her to fly while Inniros prompted her to use her dragonfire to roast her fish and meat. And of course, you loved her more than anything.

Out in the courtyard, you still felt like you were being watched. Whether by whatever creatures lived in the mountains around you or by someone watching from a window inside the Manor of Shades.

You noticed where Latilth had been sleeping the earth had been scorched in a perfect circle. She needed some kind of warmth during the cold Asshai’i night.

Loviisa said there’s somewhere she wants to take me tomorrow. Apparently it will help me connect to Azor Ahai’s spirit. Any clue where she could be taking me?”

He pondered for a moment, long ivory fingers cascading over her cream scales that contained the softest flecks of blue, green, yellow, and pink. Even in the dark night, those colors shimmered as Latilth moved. “This land has many secrets. Some, even the darkin, have yet to unveil, even after centuries of living here. The River of Ash, Mountains of the Morn, Stygai, and even the Vale of Shadows hold terrifying magic to them. I have a strong feeling she might take you to the fallen city of Stygai.”

The way his voice actually trembled made you extremely apprehensive. “You. . . You sound scared. . .”

“Out of all of Asshai, that is the one place even the darkin stay clear of. It is a place to be feared.” He admits without any shame. “Batur and another master took us there. We only went to the outskirts, but we saw in the middle of the decayed city a circle of black obelisks as tall as any tree I have ever seen. Those alone still stood in near-perfect condition. There’s something in the air around those pillars. An energy, that’s what Master Nazneen had said.”

If this place made even Inniros shiver, it was indeed a cursed place. For what was there for shadowdancers to fear? You had always thought they were above fear.

“But. . .” A ghost of a smile flickers on his face. “If anyone can survive Stygai, I believe it would be you.”

You blush at his odd compliment. “I hope you’re right.” Traveling through Essos with Jaime had been a great adventure, and they had bonded more than ever. Glittering in all sorts of possibilities. Asshai. . . Asshai was a dark land, sinister even. A place where one never lets one's guard down. Hostility everywhere, you hoped to have the same amount of faith in yourself that Inniros did for you.

Robert nearly laughed in Prince Rhaegar’s face. “That creepy girl said she can give you a fleet?! How rich is their bloody god?”

“Enough that the temple’s fleet can take Blackwater Bay; from there, we take the Iron Throne.” Rhaegar knew he sounded overly ambitious. He was excited at the prospect of seeing his wife. If what Lady Alizah said was true. She was still a stranger, after all. The way she had made the flames in the fireplace leap, though, was quite impressive.

Arthur sat in a plush armchair, his face remained chalky due to his injury still paining him greatly. A blanket lay across his lap. Big enough to cover his missing leg.

When Arthur had woken up, the first words out of his mouth was a promise to Rhaegar: That he would be fighting alongside his prince again in no time.There was no doubt of Arthur getting back in the fighting spirit soon. The only question was how he would do it with one functioning leg. Fighting required two healthy arms and two strong legs .

“The things she’s told you about (y/n). . . She knew about the scars on her back.” Arthur murmurs.

“From the lions. i don’t think many know about them.” Darkly recalling the story (y/n) had told him. They added to her strength though, at least that’s what he thought. Deep scars that ran jagged from her shoulder blade to the dip of her spine. She must have been so terrified when it happened and in excruciating pain. Too much for a little girl to experience.

For once, the outside was quiet, with no onslaught of rain or shaking of trees or the wind. Everything was calm, soothing everyone’s previously fried nerves. Even a small amount of sun was in the early morning before the clouds hid it.

Frown seeming permanent under his thick black beard, Robert continues to glower. “Doesn’t this all seem too good to be true though?”

Well, Alizah had made terms and conditions. Building a temple in King’s Landing when all was said and done would be expensive and controversial. Another faith interloping in Westerosi society would be frowned upon. The people were already set in their faiths. The Iron Isles had their drowned god, northern folk with their old gods, and weirwood trees accompanied by the

Faith of the Seven didn’t leave much room for anyone else. Back lash like that in the beginning of his reign would be ill-advised.

Rhaegar sighed. “Believe me, I know how crazy it all sounds. Maybe I’m the real Mad King.”

“Don’t you dare say that.” Lord Baratheon sounded insulted on behalf of Rhaegar even tghough it was the prince who said it. “Aerys would have used his me like fodder in that wildfire. You had us retreat to save what lives you could.”

Weakly chuckling, Arthur’s purple eyes glance at Rhaegar. “What else do we have going for us? We haven’t received word if Oberyn made it to Greenstone.”

“Lord Estermont would have sent a raven as soon as the storm’s cleared.” Robert picks up a map that was spread out on the small table between he and Rhaegar. Greenstone was loyal exclusively to House Baratheon. “Perhaps the bad weather is still lingering in their area.”

“I say lets throw caution to the wind then.” smiled Arthur, positive in his words. “IKt will take time for our arm to rebuild. give the fire freaks time to send over their ships. Hopefully Aerys won’t notice how quiet we are in the mean time.”

“That is if he doesn’t blow up King’s Landing before that.”

The clock was ticking. Would time prove to be their ally?

Alizah walks away from her stout fire pit, which she had brought from Volantis, specially made for her. Her fingers twist around the garnet gem strung from her neck.

Even not there physically, Alizah’s skin prickled at the sight of the Shadowlands constructed in flames. She regretted not being the one to go with Erh, but (y/n) was in good, reliable hands.

Still. . . (y/n) would truly be tested in Asshai. There, she would either learn how to fly or plummet to her death.

“Haakon?”

The Fiery Hand soldier wanders in, his companion lingered behind him. “Yes, Lady Alizah?”

“I must write a letter to the temple. Can you help me?” Her blindness barely affected her daily life, but she was still unable to read or write properly. There were still things she was limited to.

“Of course.” He finds that there is already parchment and ink on her writing table. Picking up a plumed quill, Haakon hovers it over the paper. “I am ready whenever you are, my lady.”

There was much to tell High Priest Bennero. Alizah paused before speaking, choosing her words carefully.

To the divine graces of the Red Temple, Pillar of R'hllor. . .

In order to fulfill the prophecy in which Red Priestess Alizah made a testament via flame reading, it requires four armed and ready ships.

The royal husband of our champion, (y/n) Targaryen, can easily gain capital with our assistance. His Royal Majesty, Rhaegar Targaryen, will rule side by side with his wife until the end. It is paramount that the requested fleet arrive in four turns of the moon lest King Aerys succeeds in destroying all of King's Landing.

I fear I have yet to receive any visions regarding (y/n) Targaryen and her efforts in Asshai.

May R'hllor guide my vision to (y/n)'s fate.

Signed, Red Priestess Alizah Tahib of Qohor

Haakon immediately lays down the quill and stares at Alizah. "Pardon me, but will King Aerys really destroy all of King's Landing? Every living soul?"

Alizah's expression is stony as she regards Haakon. Even glancing behind him to Kafele. "His mind is rotting, Kafele. I can see it, eating away at whatever goodness remains in him. He will become a creature of paranoia and illusion. Rhaegar needs to end him. For the good of the realm."

The vision of Aerys had terrified her if Alizah was to be honest. Inside Aerys was nothing but putrid decay. The curse of the three-headed dragon.

Not all was lost, though. . . Alizah had to remember that from what Thalina had divulged to the congregation before she set off for Westeros. Though there would be a trail of blood and a sea full of tears, there was peace at the end of it all. The Cold Gods would be destroyed, and magic would once more prosper worldwide. (y/n), the Warrior would see them through. She didn't seem like much as Alizah remembered her, but Thalina had been certain that she would grow and earn her title. (y/n) and her dragon.

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raspberryfingers · 2 years ago

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A Lion In the Garden -Tywin Lannister x Reader- (Part 24)

WARNING: Blood, gore, mentions of rape

Also, cleganebowl reimagined?

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After spending just over a month away from the capital, Tywin and I had finally returned to Kings Landing. And, in an odd change of events, the Starks simply decided to come with us. I knew it was convenient to travel as a group, but part of me also wondered if perhaps Robb Stark was simply too hesitant to let Tywin take the sword.

In any case, they’d come with Jon Snow, Brienne of Tarth, and Sandor Cleagane. Just a few of the hundreds of mouths that Tywin seemed to lament needing to feed.

“I don’t know why your grandmother felt the need to invite so many damned people to our wedding. Most of these lords and ladies I’ve only ever heard of,” he grumbled, looking over a few sheets of parchment as I cuddled into him. We were still in bed, and yet he had already begun his task of wedding planning.

“It’s what’s expected of a wedding like ours, Tywin. And it’s not as if you don’t possess the funds,” I pointed out, letting my fingers trace along his chest. He gave a low hum, flipping through his papers with false concentration.

“We didn’t even have this many in attendance for Joffrey’s wedding, or Tommen’s for that matter,” he grumbled, setting the sheets down on his nightstand and gazing up at the top of the canopy.

“Well, we had just ended the war during Joffrey’s, and we were attempting to preserve some of the lost coin during Tommen’s,” I reasoned, kissing along his collarbone. His head leaned toward me, but he did not look at me.

“Either way, I’m going to ask her to remove at least 25% of the people on this list. It seems it has only grown in my absence,” he said, sighing and gazing out the window. The sun was growing quite high, yet Tywin had remained in bed due to my protests.

“My grandmother is taking care of food, Tywin. That’s the biggest expense that comes with guests, so I don’t see why you’re complaining,” I told him, though I already knew it was more out of his dislike for people than anything else. He didn’t desire to be a politician at his own wedding.

“Kevan is refusing to let me do the planning so far as entertainment goes. He and Genna have been planning everything together. It’s making me nervous,” Tywin revealed, to which I raised both eyebrows.

“Your sister is here?”

“Yes. I’m certain you’ll run into her at one point or another. She’s rather witty, the two of you will get along just fine,” he assured me, sitting up in bed so he could stretch his back. I sat up alongside him, massaging his shoulders to help him relax.

“I’ll be sure to ask her plenty of embarrassing questions about you, to which I hope she provides embarrassing answers,” I said, smiling when he glared at me over his shoulder. I pressed a kiss to his warm back, running my hands over his shoulder blades. I was constantly touching him, it seemed. And vice versa.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, (Y/N), if you would greet the Martells when they arrive at the end of this week. Trystane and Myrcella will be there too, of course, but it would be appropriate for you to accompany them,” Tywin requested, sighing out as I continued to massage him. I could feel the degree of his stress in every individual muscle.

“Of course I will,” I said, though I paused as if another sentence was on the verge of my tongue.

“But..?” He questioned, looking at me over his shoulder. I shook my head.

“There’s no but. I was merely going to ask if Ellaria Sand is going to be with them,” I said, laying back down and trying to calm myself down now. If Ellaria Sand was coming with them, it meant I would finally have to fulfill my side of an agreement.

“Yes, she will be. Why?”

“I’m afraid she doesn’t like me very much for what I did to her daughter,” I lied, not wishing to tell Tywin of my plans. He would most certainly not allow it if he knew what I intended to do.

When I had gone to Dorne with Jaime, I had promised to send Ellaria Sand a small gift. Or, a large gift, technically. I had promised her The Mountain’s head.

At the time I’d made that promise, the mountain was already dead. Or at least, I had thought he was. Upon returning to King's Landing, I learned the bone chilling truth, which was that he had quite literally been brought back to life.

Somehow, through Qyburn’s talents, the mountain was still alive and just as strong as he had been. It had disturbed Tywin for a while, but loyalty was loyalty, and that had not changed even in his… revived state.

I, however, felt nothing but fear and disgust when I saw the Mountain, and for that reason, Tywin had assigned him to protect Cersei. Though, if I was honest, I knew that Tywin felt uncomfortable around the creature even if he was loyal.

But now, with Ellaria’s arrival, I was going to have to kill him, and it was a terrifying thought. Normally, the thought of killing excited me. But the mountain? I was terrified.

More than anything, I was nervous. How on earth does one kill something that’s already dead?

“She wouldn’t dare to do anything. She would jeopardize Dorne’s position, which is not wise when Oberyn’s nephew has married Myrcella,” Tywin said, interrupting my thoughts. He leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead before rising from our bed and pulling on his robe.

I watched him begin to dress himself for the day, but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think of was The Mountain.

Gods, I was going to have to kill The Mountain.

—————

It was late at night, and I’d told Tywin to go to sleep without me, as my grandmother had required my assistance with a certain number of things in relation to the wedding.

Though Tywin may have suspected me, he was compliant enough. And that freed me to be here, down the hall from Cersei’s chambers at an ungodly hour.

But even from where I was, I could see the Mountain standing outside her door as faithfully as ever, and I knew he could not see me from this angle.

He was mechanical, standing perfectly still at his post. Part of me wondered if he was even breathing at all.

The lights were dim in the hall, as only the constantly flickering candles were available without the regular sunlight. I was glad for it too, because it had aided my sneaking, and I had made it thus far. I was in leather armor, so as to be quicker and quieter than usual, but I still feared that the conflict might be overheard.

It was a trying task, attempting to cut off a man’s head quickly and quietly. I hoped I could draw the mountain back into the courtyard, and give myself a bit more room to get away from and dodge him.

I had my daggers, my sword, and some throwing knives, but I was still nervous. I often wished I had been trained with a spear, for perhaps I could’ve finished what Oberyn Martell started.

Either way, I had to be strategic, and I felt my best bet was to sneak up from behind, knock his helmet off, and slight his throat.

Though, the slit his throat part was wishful thinking. I truthfully didn’t think I was tall enough to reach. My best bet was to knock his helmet off and jump onto him. If I could hang on his back, then perhaps I’d be able to get his throat from there.

The dangerous thing was, it was also entirely just as likely that he would be able to knock me off, or slam me backwards into a wall.

Now that would be deadly.

Either way, it was the best option I had, and I found myself quietly inching towards the giant form, daggers in both hands.

When I was close enough to jump at him without giving him time to react, I picked up my pace and began running at him, letting out a grunt as I jumped and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He reacted quickly, struggling as I removed his helmet and reaching back for me. I evaded his hands, holding on for dear life as he tried to shake me off.

I stabbed one of my daggers straight into his neck, and he silently began to back up with extreme aggression. He was attempting what I knew he would, and still, even despite knowing that, I was unable to remove myself from him by the time I was slammed backward into the stone wall.

I gasped out as I made rough contact with it, at least removing my blade from his neck as I fell to the ground. I was struggling for air, but I needed to move.

As the Mountain drew and swung his sword at me, I jumped away just in time, eyes wide with fear as I crawled back and forced myself to stand up. There was no blood pouring from the wound I created, and I realized then that it might damn well be impossible to actually kill him.

At least in a normal sense.

He would not bleed, he would not tire. The only way he probably could be stopped was if I sincerely chopped his head off, and that was going to be quite tricky to pull off.

The only advantages I had were speed and flexibility, but even then, it didn’t matter if there was only one way for me to kill him. What I needed to do was take out his eyes, for the rest of him was covered in the finest armor, and I wouldn’t be able to hack off a leg and disable him.

Yes, I needed the eyes.

I found myself dashing for the courtyard, drawing him out into the space and swallowing. Gods, how was I going to go about this?

I reached for my throwing knives, hoping that perhaps I could miraculously take them out. It would require perfect aim, but perhaps…

I threw with as much confidence as I could muster, one blade landing in his cheek and the other landing in his eye. He pulled both out as if it was nothing, letting them drop to the floor and clank on the stone. I felt my stomach sink as they did, and I cursed out as the Mountain brought his sword down at me with extreme power.

I avoided him by a miracle, rolling away from him and drawing my own sword. My hands were shaking, and for the first time in years I was afraid of someone else in combat.

He continued to swing at me, and I blocked him each time, though his sword was so large and so heavy that I had to strain myself to keep from being crushed under my own blade.

I was unable to hold the next swing, and he slammed the handle of his blade into the side of my head, and I cried out, lifting my hand and feeling the cut on my temple.

There was no time to care though, because I was quickly back on my feet and attempting to evade him.

The Mountain was relentless in his attacks, and I could feel my arms slowly beginning to give out. I knew I needed to be confident, but I did not feel good about this fight whatsoever.

I’d been using his blind eye as an advantage, but it wasn’t helping me to any extreme degree. Again, he brought his sword down, and I couldn’t fight back anymore. My sword was knocked clean out of my hands, and I felt an odd fear run through me as I moved back.

I continued to evade his sword with my speed, daggers in my hands again, but I saw no possible way to actually kill him.

Just then, as the Mountain began to lift his sword, I saw a blade plunge through his back and come out from his chest. My eyes widened when I saw Sandor Clegane standing behind him, fury in his eyes as he wounded his brother.

He learns exactly what I had, though, which was that this creature did not bleed and feel pain as we did. In the Mountain’s distraction, I ran for my sword and throwing knives, trying to find an opportunity as the two brothers fought.

The sound of Sandor’s growls, and of their swords clanking against each other had no doubt woken a few people, and I began to grow nervous.

How was I to explain this?

I pushed that thought back, now feeling the same confidence I always did with Sandor’s help. I ran at the Mountain from behind once more, mounting his back and reaching around his head. I stabbed his other eye out, and he was sufficiently blinded.

In doing this, though, I had to sacrifice myself. The mountain let himself fall backwards, and I was being crushed under his weight. Additionally, my head had smacked against the floor, and everything around me was spinning as I gasped for air.

Sandor pulled his brother off of me, but I still felt absolutely horrible. Through my blurry vision, though, I could see that Sandor had disarmed the Mountain, and was now viciously punching him.

I also saw someone in the hall run by, and I knew our time was limited. They would most assuredly be running to find guards.

I heard a loud bang, and looked over to see the Mountain on top of Sandor, choking him. Even without eyes, he’d managed to overpower the Hound, and it seemed as though he was feeling around his face.

I’d let Oberyn die this way, I wouldn’t let it happen to anyone else.

Despite the spinning of the room and the deep pain in my head, I forced myself to sit up, clutching my sword as I caught my breath. I made my way onto my feet, steadying myself and adjusting my grip. Gods, I was in so much pain.

I kept going, though. If I couldn’t reach him in time, I would be next. I inhaled deeply and approached the two men, the Hound beginning to scream out as his brother pushed his fingers into his eyes.

It was only for a second however, as I raised my sword and cut the Mountain’s head clean off. In my trance-like state I watched it tumble to the ground, and I heard Sandor’s screams go silent. The large body collapsed, and after a moment he pushed it off of him. Blood was dripping from his eyes, and I wondered if he was going to go blind.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes, and I felt great relief as I collapsed back to the floor. The screams had most assuredly woken even more people, and I could hear the faint clanking of guards. I laid back, looking up at the stars through all my pain. I had hit my head miserably hard, and I was trying to pull myself together but I couldn’t.

Sandor crawled over to me, lifting my head into his lap and trying to get my attention.

“My lady, we have to go. We have to leave,” he said softly, trying to help me up. I could only cry out, tears beginning to stream down my face.

“I n-need his head. H-his head… I promised I’d give it to Ellaria Sand,” I whispered through my tears, needing Sandor to know.

“It’s yours, my lady. I don’t bloody care what you do with him. He’s dead, that’s all that matters. Are you alright?” He questioned, looking into my eyes with deep concern. The tears wouldn’t stop, even though the pain didn’t feel harsh enough to really warrant sobbing.

“I-I’ll be fine, go. If Cersei knows you helped she might try to blame the Starks,” I mumbled, trying to push him away. He swallowed, unable to move until the sound of armor really started to get close.

“I’ll see to you later, my lady.”

With that, I was left alone, and I continued to cry as the soldiers approached. They were Lannister men, I could tell by the way their armor clanked. A horrible panic filled me when I realized that in my current state, any one of them could easily rape me.

With that fear, I tried to crawl away from them when they approached, even if it was nonsensical. One of them bent down, trying to observe my face in the dark.

“Is that the Mountain?” I heard one of them mutter in shock. A few whispers of affirmation followed suit.

“Gods, this is Lady (Y/N) Tyrell. My lady, what’s wrong?” The man bending over me asked softly, surprised by my tears.

“M-My head,” I mumbled, sniffling. I was so confused and overwhelmed I’d stopped crawling.

“Did you do this? Did you kill the Mountain?” He questioned, looking at the detached head warily. I nodded, blubbering. I hated how pathetic I felt, but I knew the way I’d hit my head must’ve caused some sort of reaction.

“He must’ve thrown her down during the fighting. Lads, help me get her to her chambers,” he said to the other men, to which a few of them laughed.

“Oh I’d be glad to. Think she’ll remember any of this in the morning?”

I had no clue who’d said it, but it made me attempt to crawl again before a voice called out.

“All of you, get away from her.”

All of them looked up, and I turned my head, finding the last person I would’ve expected to vouch for me. Cersei stood there in her nightgown, a look of distinct anger on her face. The men who’d made the comment quickly backed away, bowing their heads upon realizing that she was watching.

“My lady, we had no idea-“

“Be quiet. You, take off your helmet. What is your name?” Cersei questioned the man, and he gave it to her. I hardly processed what was being said.

“Thank you. I’ll have your tongue for it. Now, however many of you it takes, get the Mountain’s body to Qyburn’s chambers and tell him to find me immediately. One of you go summon my father,” she commanded sharply, bringing me great surprise. It seemed even despite her great hatred for me—or at least her perceived hatred—she was not so low as to permit men’s cruelty.

She came to me then, helping me from the ground and into the hall. I found myself being laid on a sofa in her chambers, and she sat with me.

“T-Thank you,” I whispered as she wiped my tears away, putting a pillow under my head.

“There’s no blood other than your temple. Qyburn will treat you well,” she said matter of factly, wetting a cloth in a bowl and then bringing it over to wipe down my forehead.

“I-Is Tywin coming?” I asked softly, having recalled her mentioning her father. At least, I thought I did. Everything felt hazy currently.

“Yes… my father is coming.”

Just then, the door burst open, and I heard a panicked voice curse out. In an instant, Tywin himself was at my side, also in his dressing gown.

“What happened?” He asked Cersei, observing me and checking for any sign of serious injury.

“She killed the Mountain. Cut his head clean off. Though, she must’ve been hurt in the process because I woke to the sound of screams,” Cersei said, watching as Tywin sat beside me on the sofa and held my cheek. I felt safe with him beside me, and my tears were beginning to slow.

“Seven hells… how did she end up here?”

“I went outside when I heard the guards. One of them was insinuating she wouldn’t remember it if he raped her. I stepped in then and promised him I would take his tongue.”

“Will you?”

“Yes, I will.”

“Good. Did you send for Qyburn?”

“I did that too.”

Tywin gave a hum of satisfaction and began to pet my hair, looking down at me with concern. The anger would come later, I was certain.

Realizing I could hardly comprehend what was being said, they continued to talk.

“You said she murdered the Mountain?”

“Yes. Jaime mentioned she wanted to give his head to Ellaria Sand when he first saw what Qyburn had done. She promised it to her in Dorne.”

“Gods, she was asking about Ellaria Sand this morning. I should’ve known something was wrong.”

“Well, Ellaria Sand will certainly have it. There’s no use in Qyburn bringing him back if he’s blind.”

“She’s going to make a habit out of blinding her opponents, it seems.”

There was silence for a rather long interval, and then:

“She’ll be alright, father. There’s no bleeding.”

“I know, Cersei. I know.”

That was the last thing I could recall at all before going unconscious.

—————

I woke in my own bed, finding Cerella beside me. After I blinked a few times, her face lit up, and she shot from her chair.

“She’s awake, my lord.”

Tywin came inside from the balcony, relief on his face as he approached me. He reached for one of my hands, giving it a small squeeze.

“What happened?” I asked warily, not entirely remembering. Something felt off with my head, though it mostly just felt like a headache.

“You killed the Mountain, my dear. He must’ve thrown you down during the fight. Qyburn assessed that you obtained a concussion,” Tywin informed, which brought back hazy memories. I couldn’t exactly remember the night in perfect detail, but I recalled the Hound. I recalled being unable to stop crying.

And I recalled Cersei helping me into her chambers.

“Cersei helped me…” I muttered, thinking about how surprised I had been by it when it had happened.

“Yes, she did…” Tywin responded, though there was a pause in his voice, almost as if he was debating whether or not he should reveal something.

“What?” I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

“Do you remember why?”

“Why she helped me?”

Tywin gave a noise of affirmation, and I thought about it. I recalled the guards, and crawling away from them. From there to Cersei’s chambers, there was a large gap in my memory. I shook my head.

“One of the guards insinuated that he was going to take advantage of you. Cersei intervened and brought you into her chambers,” he explained, sitting beside me on the bed. I nodded, processing that information.

“How is your head, my lady?” Cerella questioned after a moment, not wanting to interrupt us.

“I feel as if I have a headache,” I replied, sitting up carefully and blinking a few times. Cerella nodded.

“A bit of a headache and memory loss are expected. Qyburn said you will be fine by the time of the wedding, it was relatively minor in the grand scheme of things,” she assured me, to which I nodded.

“How long have I been out?”

“Just a bit more than a day. I’ll bring some food right now, though it’s best if you stay away from wine for a few days,” Cerella suggested, and I nodded in agreement. She left us then, and when the door closed Tywin gave me a sweet kiss.

“I should have known something was wrong when you didn’t come to bed. I suspected you were lying about needing to help your grandmother, but I didn’t expect you to do something quite so foolish,” he reprimanded after a moment, sighing out and shaking his head. The kiss had been a sign of his gratitude that I was alive, now I would get the lecture.

“His head, what happened to his head?” I asked quickly, needing to make sure my efforts hadn’t been in vain.

“Qyburn is keeping it safe for you until the Martells arrive,” Tywin said, though he was completely annoyed as he did. I would’ve felt bad, but I was fine now, wasn’t I?

“Tywin-“

“It was stupid. It was utterly and completely stupid. Time and time again you seem utterly thrilled to get yourself killed, despite telling me that you would stop. I will not stand idly by and continue to watch you conduct yourself this way, (Y/N). If I need to assign guards to you, I will,” he said, a slight tremble in his stern voice. I scoffed.

“Assign guards? Don’t be ridiculous, Tywin. I’m not eager to get myself killed anymore, but I owe Ellaria Sand that debt,” I denied his claims, shaking my head firmly. His eyes gave a slight twitch.

“It’s not ridiculous. I want to be able to go about my day knowing for a fact that you are safe. If I can’t trust you not to behave recklessly, then I’ll ensure that you aren’t able to.”

“I’m not a child.”

“Then stop behaving like one!”

I jumped a little as he raised his voice, but even despite his anger, I could see the tears welling in his eyes. We’d had this argument one too many times, I’d feared.

“I apologize for raising my voice, but you know my feelings on this. How many times must this conversation be had before you understand that it is not just your life, (Y/N)? I lost Joanna, I cannot lose you,” he said, eyebrows furrowing with a genuine concern and sadness. I felt myself soften, especially as he raised his hands to my face.

“Tywin…”

“I need you to be more cautious, (Y/N). I know I promised you whatever you wished, but this is the one thing I cannot grant you. I refuse to watch you put your life at risk so casually, for Ellaria Sand of all people. You have talent and you have ambition, I cannot take that away, but I’m simply asking you to consider what matters more,” he whispered, looking deep into my eyes as his words sank in. I knew he was right, I always had. It was just so difficult to ignore the desire to fight, to win.

But after the tourney, I had felt that recklessness mostly dissipate. My acts against the Mountain were not a product of that ambition, as I’d been scared shitless. It was compensation for the guilt that ate at me.

The guilt that I still felt for causing Oberyn’s death.

“I’m sorry, Tywin. I’m so sorry. I just- I had to. This time I had to. I’m done now, I promise. I swear above all else that it’ll stop, this was the last time,” I whispered, looking down. Tywin was scanning my face, as if trying to discern how truthful I was being.

“I know you miss the freedom of doing whatever you please, (Y/N). I’m sorry to take it from you. But I- I love you too much…” he muttered, pulling me into his arms. I buried my face in his neck, clutching his back. I was oddly emotional, and suddenly sacrificing the impulsive behavior felt trivial. I would do anything for this man, it seemed.

“Oh Tywin…”

We stayed like that for a while, and I felt Tywin shake for a moment as he choked back tears. The only thing that ever seemed to make him cry was the thought of losing me, and I had no doubt in my mind Joanna was part of it.

Never again.

When I pulled away, he had returned to himself, and I was glad to see it. Tywin had never been fond of showing too much emotion and I knew he preferred not to.

“It wasn’t just me, you know. The Hound appeared. I would’ve died if not for him. I took the Mountain’s head, yes, but I wouldn’t have been able to if he hadn’t come,” I mentioned, voice quiet. It was hard to admit that I’d needed help, but it was true. I owed the Hound my life. Plus, it might’ve soothed Tywin’s nerves a bit.

“Why wasn’t he there when the guards found you?” He asked, suddenly stern. I placed my hands on his chest to calm him.

“I told him to flee. I didn’t want to implicate the Starks somehow,” I explained, watching him relax a bit under my touch.

“Well, he’ll be rewarded handsomely for it. Though, it was you who blinded the Mountain, wasn’t it?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, of course it was. You told Cersei it’s become my signature, didn’t you? I wasn’t processing much of what was said, but I thought I heard that,” I asked, attempting to recall memories from that night. Slowly, things were coming back, including Cersei promising to cut out the tongue of the man who’d wanted to rape me.

“Yes, I did. You ought to name those daggers the blinders with how many eyes they’ve removed,” he suggested, to which I laughed and nodded.

“Perhaps I will. Do you think I’ll end up in any of the history books they write for the greatest fighters in Westeros?” I wondered, looking out the window somewhat solemnly.

“You will. I’ve already discussed the subject with Jaime at length. He would knight you, if you desired.”

Tywin had said it so casually, but my mouth fell open as I processed what I had just learned.

A knight?

I tried to consider what I’d wanted, not knowing if being called Ser (Y/N) Tyrell would fit me. I’d always admired knights, but in all honesty the way I fought was not honorable nor very knightly. Would I make a good knight?

“I don’t- I don’t know what to say…” I muttered, head whirling suddenly. Tywin cupped my cheek.

“If you don’t wish to be a knight, you don’t have to be. Visenya Targaryen is famous for her skills, and she was no knight,” he reasoned, both eyebrows raised a bit.

“I didn’t even know women could be knights. I’ve never- never heard of a female knight,” I said softly, feeling Tywin take one of my hands in his and give it a gentle squeeze.

“There are no rules against it.”

I sighed, knowing it was something I would need to think about more before I gave any answer. I recalled the day Loras had been knighted, and the pride I’d felt for him. But knighthood came with so many… responsibilities. So many rules. And I had always fought for myself, for enjoyment.

Just then, Cerella came through the door with some food, and she laid the tray across my lap.

“Eat slowly, my lady. I don’t want you to eat too much and throw up.”

“I will, thank you, Cerella.”

She nodded and left again, and I found myself sitting there as Tywin spooned the soup and raised it to my lips. I smiled, raising my eyebrows with amusement and carefully sipping the liquid.

“The Frey’s arrived this morning. So did Baelish and Lysa Arryn,” he informed me. I sighed, shaking my head. Gods, did all the worst of them have to arrive at the same time?

I said nothing though, as that was a problem for another time. What I needed now was peace. Peace and rest.

The wedding was two weeks away, and every time I remembered that, the excitement hit me full force. As I looked at the man sitting beside me, all I could consider was his love. Gods, I was so lucky.

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