#c: Jaime

[call-2-arms]

@singxfus || moved from legacy

She does not respond, for the moment her head is upon her chest, sleep pulls her under.

It only holds her for a few hours, but when she does eventually stir, she feels a little better and carefully disentangles herself from Jaime’s arms, slowly so as not to wake him.

Rising from the bed, she wraps a robe about herself, moving to look out of the window. The moon hangs high in the sky now, illuminating the melting snow in the courtyard below. A glance to the left of the stables tells her the old maester is still awake, if the orange glow about his door is enough to go by.

She looks back at her sleeping husband, weighing her options. She could return to his arms, remain at his side. Or, she could visit the maester now, to put her racing mine at ease. She chooses the latter and instead moves to find her boots, slipping them on and leaving the room.

xXx

The vial presses into her palm and only then does she realise she is squeezing it and quickly loosens her grasp, for fear of shattering it. The maester had given it to her without question the moment he had diagnosed her condition. He knew she was in the Queensguard, knew she could not…

She only just makes it back to their chambers before the tears finally start to flow in a relentless torrent down pale cheeks. Gods, she cannot tell him…cannot tell the queen. She would be abandoned, cast out in an instant.

The hand that does not clutch the small vial of moon tea comes to rest upon the small swell of her belly, a swell she had noticed in the days past but tried to ignore. Her attention turns to the vial, studying it. She need only swallow it’s contents and Jaime would never have to know. And yet…she feels a strange bond with the life she now knows she is growing. She’d dreamed of being a mother so often…yet she had never expected it to become a reality.

Before she is aware of her actions, she has opened the vial and tipped the contents out of the open window. Then, she sets the empty bottle down upon the side table and crawls back beneath the furs, into Jaime’s arms.

Savouring whatever time she had left with her lion at her side.

Jaime did not stir. For the first time in his life, these last few months had been peaceful. The North did not agree with him (or maybe he didn't agree with the North). It was cold and bitter up here, and he missed the sun against his golden hair. But the South had too many poisonous memories that he did not want to return to. His brother was all he cared about, and the two of them wrote when they could. Jaime had gotten much better with his left hand, but the words still jumbled on the pages at times, and he was too proud to ask for help deciphering them at times.

When Brienne had moved, he remained deep in sleep, oblivious to her plight. Only when she returned to the bed had he mumbled something, heavy with sleep. When the morn came, he did not remember at all.

The following days, they had returned to their duties. Whilst married, they were still able to protect Queen Sansa, and Jaime often found himself looking to where he had once pushed Bran, or visiting the Godswoods. He did not believe in the old gods or the new, really... but perhaps he felt like he still owed the gods something.

But Brienne had become distant, and he was concerned that he had done something wrong. At first, he merely thought it was just duty calling, or she was having her moon blood. He could recall how Cersei would push him away during that time. But when it happened again, he could not help his temper from flaring.

"If there is something I've done wrong, then tell me," he said, it somewhere between a demand and a plea. "We came here together, and are husband and wife. Are you regretting that now?" It hurt his chest to even say that, but it merely came out without warning. He'd never been tactful with his words.

[call-2-arms]

The fire. And what did this Fire say about him? A man that was now to survive off the blood of others? What a cruel way to punish him. He had done so much for others, even if they did not know. He had saved the innocents of King's Landing from a cruel fate, but they would never know that. They'd only see the side that they wanted to see--that a Lannister was nothing but selfish.

Gods? Jaime didn't believe in them anymore. Not the Seven, and not the god of fire.

Jaime listened in the light of their campfire. Truth be told, he no longer felt cold or heat, or needed the light to see in the dark. He would never feel the warmth of Cersei's lips upon his, or how she felt wrapped around him. It hurt, to know that his sister had so easily abandoned him once his skin had become cold. That his father saw him as no son to him thanks to his defiled blood.

If he could find comfort in a stranger that was willing to help him, then perhaps he would. What did he have to lose, anyway? Nothing. He had no home. He had no friends. He had no family. Tyrion maybe, he would write... Tyrion had lived being looked at like a monster, and now Jaime understood it, too.

His eyes looked up at the mention of the sun, despite them being covered by the cave roof. "The sun won't kill me," he confirmed. Not unless he was exposed for days on end, anyway. He found that it started as a discomfort, that felt like a burning rash, and then his skin would begin to peel slowly, and burn, but it was slow, and nothing that a good shirt wrapped around his head or a helmet would not protect.

"It tires me, and weakens me, but I'll manage. How far must we go?" He'd never been this side of the sea so far, and the lands were large and vast.

call-2-arms​:

No, Jaime would not know. He was a Lannister, a man born of riches in the Seven Kingdoms. But those Seven Kingdoms no longer wanted him. Perhaps some would have taken pity on him, but if he remained, what life would it have been? On the run from his father’s men who likely wanted him slain. His father had no compassion. His sons and daughters were things to be sold off for more coin and power. Those that were sins were thrown into the darkness or worse…

Jaime’s life had been full of expectations. Ones that the young knight had thrown back at his father by joining the Kingsguard. Never was he to marry or have a child. His blood would end there, and Tywin Lannister would refuse any offspring from Tyrion for their shame. Not only because they would be seen as little monsters, but because Tyrion tended to sleep more with whores than anyone useful to the Lannister name.

His eyes turned to Lysander. This was a cold man. A hard man that cared little for outsiders or weak men from the west. His name meant nothing here. He was no Kingslayer, he was no renowned knight, and he was no Lion of Lannister. He was just a starved man with no name and no home to call his own, and Jaime wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He supposed he best get used to it. No one else had offered him much help, and those that came close to him generally ended up with blood down their necks as he drank from them.

“My word likely means little considering, but Lannisters pay their debts, Lysander. Besides, what would killing you gain, aside from a moments peace of hunger?” Lysander knew the lands, the people, and the dangers of this place. He’d be useless without him, as much as that pained him to admit.

He jutted his chin to the eggs in the fire as they warmed. “Is it common knowledge around these parts that dragons still roam? I find it strange that lowly bandits managed to get their hands on these.”

“And Balaur’s burn those that do not belong to ash… I do not look to collect debts. I help because the fire says to, it whispers that you will be needed eventually. What that reason is I do not know”, he said with a shrug.

He smirked then. This Westerner, so bold to think he could kill a dragon? A soft chuckle left his lips at the notion. Though the man may have been cursed by one with tainted blood Lysander had no fear. He was the first in his blood line for a very long time to be born with gifts only the first dragonlords could wield. He feared nothing.

Amethyst hues gazed now upon the eggs nestled near the flames. Pretty stones nothing more and nothing less to those who’d stolen them. The lives inside stilled even in the flames now, they needed a nest with a mother to protect them and coax them to hatch.

“People steal them from the lands, sell them at high prices because to them they are nothing but pretty stones now. The dragons are no more”, he smirked teasingly knowing full well the man had seen his dragon.

“At least that is what my family wishes all west of the Shadow to continue to believe. What lays beyond is nothing of your concern nor any mans concern. We keep what is most precious well guarded. Thus why not even the Shadowbinders will travel to deep. The only dragons that roam are those of this khalessi in the grass lands and it shall stay that way until my clan deems it so”, he replied as he brushed a finger over one of the eggs.

“As for travel, are you still animate during daylight? Or does death take you? Travel by night would be adequate for you but my dragon prefers daylight though he has no qualms with a night or two of travel,  hunting though is much harder as creatures tend to take shelter and his appetite is great after long stretches of travel”, he said as he finished off the tea.

[bruciemilf]

Jason’s protectiveness over his dad comes to bite him in the ass when a rumor chain about Red Hood and Bruce Wayne dating spreads like wildfire.

Everyone is disgusted and amused in equal parts

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[ladystoneboobs]

idt we talk enough about how a song of ice and fire is also the song of incest and cannibalism. i mean, sure, obviously both of those subjects are noted as present, but the saga feels much more known for its incest, which idt is fair or accurate to the later materiel. iirc, jaime fucking cersei next to their dead firstborn is the last instance of onpage incest happening in present tl, and after that it's all about the cannibals, baby.

(disclaimer: cw/tw sa, cw/tw rape, and i'm not counting cousincest as that's normal in-world even for non-targaryens and also still legal in many places in our world today, nor counting the faux-incestuous freudian mess that is littlefinger/alayne(sansa)/sweetrobin, nor any dark humor jokes and/or unfulfilled threats wrt forced cannibalism)

in fact pretty much all the active incest during the present tl happens in those first 3 books:

the twincest as a major plot point ofc, kicking action off when bran saw them fucking in a tower

and viserys creeping on dany and twisting her nipple

tyrion relating his backstory to bronn wherein he and tysha were both raped by proxy by his father, tywin (tho tyrion does not use that terminology)

craster still being alive to rape and impregnate his own daughters (resulting in dozens of forced incestuous relationships)

and theon unknowingly groping his own sister while she (knowingly) groped him in return

jaime's early pov recalled how he shut up cersei with kissing when they fought after bran refused to die

bella of stoney sept trying and failing to seduce gendry who is (unbeknownst to them both) her half-brother as both were sired by robert baratheon (only example in these 3 books where incest was averted before any sexual activity or incestuous contact occurred)

the aforementioned sept twincest next to joffrey's corpse

tyrion learning from oberyn about cersei twisting his penis when he was a baby

cersei's failed attempt to seduce jaime in wst, pulling out his dick for either a bj or hj until her talk of tyrion's death made him lose his boner

while incest is not exactly absent from the text after that, it seems to exist in the feastdance only in hypotheticals or past memories:

aeron's trauma flashbacks of his (implied only in published text) csa by euron

jaime still feeling lust when seeing cersei nude

and her fond reminiscing about them fucking behind robert's back/brief dream of them as a married couple before her walk of shame

and cersei remembering another she twisted tyrion's baby penis

victarion misinterpreting asha's offer of partnership as a marriage proposal and suddenly looking at his niece in a new way with "his manhood beginning to stiffen"

jaime's recollection of fucking cersei at darry next to robert as he was passed out drunk before cersei sent him to hunt arya (which would have happened back in agot and the point of this scene is more his failed hunt for a child just to make cersei happy)

arianne's "uneasy" memory of a past fantasy about being seduced by a man whose description is suspiciously similar to her late uncle oberyn

the aborted marital match of aegon/young griff to his purported aunt dany

illyrio saying (the now dead) viserys tried to rape dany the night before her wedding to drogo (another event from agot concerning a guy we already knew was into incest)

and tyrion once saying he wanted to rape as well as murder cersei

conversely, the cannibalism in the earlier books is most often only unproven hypotheticals alluded to as possible cannibalism:

old nan saying the others fed their dead servants the flesh of human children (which we have not yet seen with any wights so far, whether or not one counts walking undead eating human flesh as straight-up cannibalism)

the mystery meat in flea bottom's bowls o' brown which may or may not contain symon silver tongue after tyrion had him killed

renly's recollection that cressen kept stannis from catapulting their old master-at-arms by saying they may need to eat him later (which did not come to pass thanks to davos)

joffrey telling his people to eat their own dead (with no way of knowing if any actually did)

lady hornwood eating her own fingers (though bran's pov only notes them being chewed on, not swallowed. it's only in adwd that people talk of her eating the fingers.)

the mentions of the ice river clans being the cannibals beyond the wall (who are def not among the free folk jon snow gets to know onpage, making it just background detail)

bran's (possibly mythical) story of the rat cook

and biter chewing on people he attacked and other corpses (which seems to be just a side hobby connected to his killing method moreso constituting a snack than a full meal from a person butchered for meat. this tendancy of his is just background detail in acok, with biter chewing a corpse in the background after the weasel soup operation, and the hindsight implication that it could well have been him rather than dogs or wolves who had "been at" the corpses after the skirmish where yoren was killed)

while the feastdance feels much more in your face with cannibalism, having not only more total mentions of the practice but also more confirmed, actual cannibalism (as opposed to the ambiguity of each and every bowl o' brown), for those who know how to look at the evidence:

jaime learned that his father's mad dog aka the mountain fed parts of vargo hoat to all his prisoners (including vargo himself) after recapturing harrenhal

and euron bragged about pulling a similar trick with the warlocks he captured (the only twist being that the warlocks knew what they were being forced to eat, which vargo hoat and wylis manderly etc at harrenhal likely didn't)

the elder brother of the quiet isle told of biter eating all of a woman's breasts at saltpans after she'd been raped and killed (prob the largest amount of flesh biter's confirmed to have eaten from one corpse)

bran and co. ate "pig" supplied by coldhands which had to be long pig aka human meat

brienne felt her face being eaten by biter in her own pov (which is so much worse than him chewing others in the background of the weasel soup scene)

theon was told that two ironmen at moat cailin were found eating their dead comrades

the astapori were said to eat their own dead while under siege by the yunkishmen

and then were said to do so again in refugee camps outside meereen

sam and davos sailed past skagos and remembered stories of skagosi cannibalism

khrazz the pit fighter cut the hearts from his defeated foes to eat them

cotter pyke's last letter to jon snow said the wildlings were eating their own dead at hardhome

4 of stannis's men were executed by burning for butchering and eating other men (with asha wondering how many others had done so without being caught)

and ofc the frey pies with wyman manderly having his 3 former guests killed and serving their meat to their own kin and the other guests at ramsay's wedding while eating some himself too

two of these examples (involving gregor clegane and euron greyjoy) must have actually happened during the course of asos, but grrm chose to give us the gruesome details in affc, which was brand new information about men we already knew were villains but did not know were into that fucked-up shit specifically, unlike being reminded that agot-era jaime and viserys wanted to fuck their sisters. (and not unlike how adwd has the clarification of multiple characters saying lady hornwood ate her own fingers as opposed to bran's acok pov just saying she chewed on them.) it's as if after craster was killed and jc effectively broke up grrm decided cannibalism was the taboo subject matter he would fill the later books with, so we'd really feel the increasing danger of starvation-induced cannibalism with winter's arrival (and have no trouble believing rickon's new home of skagos really is a cannibal island). however, in-universe it feels like there's some sort of environmental balance connection so that the decrease in one formerly common behaviorial abomination just allows another such abomination to fill in the gap with a sharp increase in activity, like deer overpopulation resulting from lack of predators as if all the active incest somehow stopped more people from eating themselves or other people.

[call-2-arms]

Builds character?

Jaime, for a moment, felt his brow tense as anger flared behind his green eyes, but she was not wrong. if it weren't for the way Robb Stark had treated him, he may not have understood how important it was to treat the Lannister prisoners in the future. He had. And he made sure that their prisoners had water and food at all times, and had been treated with more dignity than he ever had been while beneath that wolf pup.

The maiming of his hand had humbled him also. More than others expected, truth be told. Even for Jaime. But a certain woman at his side, as naive and painful as the cow had been, Jaime had come to like her company. Brienne was a right pain in his arse, and yet... someone he'd come to care for, even if he refused to admit that.

Now, they were separated again, knowing well enough that Brienne would serve the Starks, while he stood by his sister. Or perhaps he'd stand by his brother. Only time would truly tell.

He looked at her, tilting his head just a little before he raised his hand. "I thought I was not invited to your bed chamber," he replied, considering she'd said it multiple times now, but Jaime was always one to try and keep his chin up, despite the bruises that covered him inside and out.

How was he to snuff her out if he had no invite? It was playing on her words, of course, but when did the Lion do anything else?

"Good night, your Grace. I dare say I will see you in the morrow." He left it at that.

call-2-arms​:

She forgot who she was speaking to. Jaime Lannister, a man that had once been the best swordsman of Westeros. Yes, the men across the sea were certainly barbarians, but that did not make him any less. Only his maimed hand did that.

“And here I thought you were attempting to make me see reason, that you and my sister were not so alike,” he commented. Her japes were just like Cersei’s, the way she held her shoulders back, her chin high, disregarding him like he was worthless. She thought that it was becoming of her, that it made her powerful, and yet it only proved his suspicions. It only meant she was just as cruel as his sister, like anyone who wanted that cursed Throne.

Noted. 

He walked with her nonetheless. He did not expect luxuries. He may be a Lannister, but he was not welcome here, and he knew it. 

“I once spent a whole year sitting in my own piss and shit, chained to a post. I dare say I will manage,” he stated bluntly. They all thought that he was a golden child that had suffered naught, but they were wrong. Just because he carried himself in a way that may have said Jaime Lannister was proud and regal, a mane around his neck, did not mean that he had lived a life without suffering. 

“Forgive me, Ser Jaime, but did I not just refute the possibility of your accompanying my bed this evening? I wager that makes me quite different from your sister.” Daenerys turned down his sheets and lit a candle near the bedside. “A year sitting in your own piss and shit,” echoed the dragon, glancing toward the man with an inkling of surprise.

“It builds character, doesn’t it? I did not exactly travel through Essos with the comforts one might imagine of someone carrying my titles. As it turns out, titles care quite little when it comes to starvation and sickliness. Be it traveling through the desert, or sitting amidst your own soil. I suspect you’ve long been aware of this, given the Targaryen babes exiled at your expense.”

Tilting her head curiously at the Lannister, Daenerys paused in the doorway. “I can’t quite decide what to make of you. Foolish I would be to trust a man from the family who would like my head on a spike, yet, your brother is my most trusted advisor. And he trusts you. Tell me, Jaime. Do I rest my head on my pillow and let all judgments leave me? Offer a clean slate between the both of us in the morning?”

Dany’s brow raised, the slightest air of playfulness pervading. “Or can I expect this to be my final night as you plunge a knife through my chest in my sleep?”

[jaimeski]

can’t wait until tomorrow

[straightbaittournament]

may the best bait win! propaganda under the cut

brienne and jaime:

[major spoilers for the show] homoerotic as hell. for some reason. from what i've heard this seems like a rare case of buried straights. jaime i believe dies right after they get together. the first time they have sex jaime says he's never done it "with a knight" before. literally most of my knowledge about this ship comes from bait: a queerbaiting podcast (one of their "straightbait specials"), which i'm officially suggesting as propaganda i'm only up to s4 but i feel like they should be hereThey def have already been submitted but I'm getting in early on the #BraimeSweep They're soulmates 4real :( <33 "Brienne caught him before he could fall. Her arm was all gooseflesh, clammy and chilled, but she was strong, and gentler than he would have thought. Gentler than Cersei." "The swords kissed and sprang apart and kissed again. Jaime's blood was singing" "Jaime's golden hand cracked him across the mouth so hard the other knight went stumbling down the steps. His lantern fell and smashed, and the oil spread out, burning." "You are speaking of a highborn lady, ser. Call her by her name. Call her Brienne." "In this light she could almost be a beauty, he thought. In this light she could almost be a knight." Come on. This het couple has no right to drive me (a lesbian) crazy. If they don't get together I'll explode.

kathryn and chakotay:

Janeway is the Captain of a Starfleet ship lost so far from home it will take decades to reach. Chakotay is the Captain of a Maquis (rebel) ship also lost there. They decide to work together to get home and combine their crews when the Maquis ship is destroyed, and Chakotay becomes her second-in-command. Because of the seriousness of the situation, Janeway feels that she cannot afford the distraction of a romance and so they never get together. They have NO personal space and look longingly at each other quite often and one episode has them forced to abandon ship potentially forever and they live together in a little house and he builds her a bathtub because she complains about not having one and they share a romantically charged massage where he tells her a made up story about a warrior and the woman who inspired him which he openly admits is made up and actually about them. Also he holds her while she cries about their chance of going back to the ship being destroyed. In a different episode she “dies” and he cradled her body while weeping about it. They also have candlelit dinners regularly and she lent him a copy of the book her ex-fiancé gave her, and every time the show conspires to make one temporarily unaware of the other, they flirt hardcore. An episode designed to show how they wouldn’t work as a couple only makes more people ship them. Also a young version of Janeway meets older Chakotay via time travel and asks him if they’re together in the future despite her being engaged at that point. He declined to answer directly.they have a lot of Tension thruout the series & a very deep relationship, but Janeway has someone waiting for her back home & Chakotay ends up in a romance plot with another person in the last season (that I personally felt came from out of nowhere but whatever) I rooted for them! I rooted for a str8 couple! I did not care that Janeway had someone waiting for her back home even tho I usually do! but I did not care! they deserved to fuck!

[shutupcrime]

@dexter morgan you are not a sociopath you are just bi and autistic

[call-2-arms]

When the Lannister's back struck the wall, it could have been enough to break a spine if Sandor had tried any harder. Alas, the Hound may have been rough and thoughtless to some, and feral as he was, but with Jaime, it was a game--a game that was desperate with longing. Or maybe it was just two men who didn't know what the fuck they were doing anymore. These hard headed soldiers, knowing nothing but war and fighting for the last decade. How were they supposed to come back from that? How were they supposed to be gentle?

Where had the dog even gone? After the war, Jaime had little choice in where he was to serve, unless he wished to keep himself locked in a cell. His crimes were great, yes, but with his battles fought in the Long Night, and a new king, and Tyrion serving their new King, it was his younger brother's sway in the court that truly kept him out of chains. Perhaps it was also his guilt that sat, festering inside him, that made him bow his head in service. It was the least he could do for what he'd put everyone through. If he'd not pushed a young boy from a window, then maybe none of this would have happened in the first place.

Clegane's rough hands were a welcome feeling against his body as he was forced back, the breath from his lungs pushing through his lips. That scarred and ugly face glowered at him, and caused Jaime to scowl. But how many times had he been so desperate for Cersei that he'd shoved her against the nearest wall and taken her?

His single hand gripped at the Hound's leathers, keeping them flush together, green eyes bright at the return.

"What I want?" he asked, his own words catching him off guard. Gods, what did he want? He was so fucked up from everything that had happened. He'd had no one outside of Cersei, he didn't even know what the hell he was doing when it came to any other relationships? If it weren't for growing up beside his now dead sister, he had no idea how he would have courted her. So then how the fuck did you court someone like Sandor Clegane? Someone that didn't care for the pretty things in life, someone who was a soldier and all the gruffness of a dog.

"I want you." There was a tone in his voice that made it sound like that should have been obvious to the other man, but how could it be?

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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 he seeks the golden haired man out. sorry and with a longing he would never get used to on his own. it's the feral part of him that rears its ugly head and he finds himself doing little to hold it back. grey are the walls of winterfell and grey are the walls of the red keep in which their paths, so long ago, would cross regularly. grey and gold and such a lack of color should be unsettling but sandor finds it home. grey stone, gold of the westerlands. ( he knows the west like i do — knows the sun there and the tall wheat and how dry the air could be and how, in spite of that, the sweat would roll down his forehead. )

his arm, all thick with muscle and promise, moves to pin jaime along those familiar stones. doesn't speak at first, his actions run hotter than his blood. faster than his words can form. eyes dart from his eyes to his lips and back up to his eyes — depths he can't handle. and gods, he wished they were coming at each other with swords and not flesh. at least then sandor would know what move to make.

" what do you want from me, lannister, " he starts, voice a stark difference from the last they connected. he leans in slightly, in spite of himself. ferocity grabbing the reigns — a pattern he sorely finds himself falling into lately. " decide quick, " he almost spits. " won't stick around for one night alone. "

[call-2-arms]

// God, this man is is so pretty iushdfiusdhf

[la-pheacienne]

Some People : Ohhh Daenerys will be S O mad when she finally meets Jaime she will want to burn him alive for treason

What Daenerys will actually do : stare at Jaime for a long while in sheer amazement and then just say "tell me about T H E M".

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[batemanofficial]

first thing the wait staff said to me when i walked in was "oh thank god you're here." not a good sign