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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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Hi!! I hope you’re well! This ask is a little diff from the norm BUT it’s with Jamie and Bea (his daughter OC you created I don’t remember her name exactly I’m so sorry) but basically it’s her like dealing with a stupid boy who reminds her father a lot of himself and he helps her understand that she’s worth the world!! She eventually finds herself an amazing guy and tells Jamie sm like “I wouldn’t let myself settle for anything less than the example you set”? Anywho I’m always here for Jamie in his dad era so if you’re inspired TY ILY YOURE AMAZING KEEP SLAYING I REREAD YOUR FICS LIKE EVERY NIGHT🫶🫶🫶

wow, two posts in one day?😱 the mission to clean out my inbox continues! this fic is a little out of my wheelhouse, but I did my best. the title is from “betty” bc teens are dumb and also great. here are the other fics in this universe:

you’re losing me

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

today’s a day like any other

lyrical smile, indigo eyes

thanks for requesting!!🩵

i don’t know anything

“It’s just for school, Jamie,” you say.

“Yeah, it’s just for school, dad,” Bea says.

You point to her from the kitchen. “Stay out of this, kid.”

She puts her hands in the air and backs away. “And hang up your bag!” you call.

Jamie hovers over your shoulder. He’s supposed to be helping with dinner, as he’s taken up cooking more since his retirement from football.

“Look,” you say as you slice vegetables, “you said nothing when Theo had a girl over last week. Why are you so fucking weird about Bea having a boy over?”

“Because- she- he- it’s different,” he sputters.

You hand him a head of lettuce with the command, “Shred.” He starts tearing it into pieces, letting it fall into a bowl.

“And how, Jamie Tartt, is that different?”

“Theo is fucking twelve. He’s a kid. Bea’s fifteen and a dead knockout. She got both our looks and your brains. Any knob’d be fucking lucky to have her.”

“Yeah, okay,” you replay. “He’s still going to be here in five minutes. And you’re going to be nice. She likes this boy, Jaim. So we’re going to be supporting and fucking grateful that she’s not sneaking around, got it?”

“Fuck’s sake,” Jamie grumbles. “This is what I get for being a prick as a kid. Bet you and Keeley think this is fuckin’ hilarious.”

The doorbell saves you from replying. Bea yells, “I’ve got it!” as she thunders down the stairs.

She appears a moment later with a boy dressed in the same school uniform as her.

“This is Isaiah,” she says. Isaiah snorts and looks away, so you put a hand on Jamie’s arm to stop him from doing anything.

“It’s nice to meet you, Isaiah. Can we get you anything? Water, a snack?”

He shrugs and says “Nah.”

There’s an awkward pause before Bea says, “Right! We’ll just be in the living room.”

They leave and Jamie turns to you. “I don’t like that kid,” he whispers. You don’t either, but you’re not going to tell him just yet. You’ll give the kid a chance because you have a weird soft spot for absolute assholes.

You squint at him for a moment then say, “You know, if we’re quiet, we can listen in.”

Jamie grabs your head with both hands and kisses you. “This. This is why I married you. Fucking brilliant.” You smile and pat his cheek.

Their voices float in the kitchen and you can’t quite catch what Bea’s saying, but it’s definitely a question. Isaiah’s response is… not exactly kind.

Jamie mouths, the fuck? and you frown. He has a look in his eyes that you haven’t seen since the days he used to brawl with Roy. You’re considering a brawl of your own.

Give him a minute, you mouth back.

You half-heartedly continue chopping while straining to hear as much as you can. It’s not good. He’s not being explicitly mean, but he sure as shit isn’t kind.

You and Jamie are so intent on trying to listen that you don’t hear Theo come in the room. “What are you doing?”

The two of you jump and swear. “Jesus feck, kid, don’t sneak up on your mum like that.”

“You’re the one who jumped the highest dad,” Theo points out. “Mum, can I have a snack?”

You say, “Sure,” and absentmindedly point to the fridge.

“Fuckin hell, did Bea eat the last of the cake?”

“Fucking hell,” echoes your youngest, Georgie. She’s seven, and like Theo’s shadow.

“Don’t say ‘fuck,’” you and admonish in unison.

“Can you be fucking quiet??” Bea whisper-growls from the doorway. “We’re trying to study.”

The four of you make your apologies as she leaves.

—

Two hours later, Isaiah’s left and Bea’s on the phone with her best mate. You can hear her saying something in a favourable tone.

“Why the fuck did you let that little prick into our house?” Jamie seethes. “Fucking tosser. He’s not good enough for her, and I don’t give a shit what you have to say about it.”

You shoot him a Look and he apologizes. “Sorry babe, it ain’t about you. I do care what you have to say. Just- I fucking hated that prick.”

“Give her a week,” you say. “If you tell her never to speak to him again, she’ll do the exact opposite, yeah?”

“Yeah, alright,” he grumbles.

—

It’s formal season. Bea’s sixteen and over the moon, talking about the boy who asked her out.

“He’ll be here any minute. Dad, you’re still driving us, yeah?”

Jamie smiles and wipes lipstick out of the corner of her mouth. “Whatever you want, love.”

Bea smiles back and fiddles with her necklace. “I hope he likes this dress,” she frets.

Jamie grabs her hand. “Oi, any kid would be fucking lucky to be in the same room as you, let alone at a formal. Isaiah better fucking behave.”

“Don’t say fuck,” Bea says automatically, then she frowns. “I’m not going with Isaiah.”

Jamie’s face twists into confusion. “Why the fuck not?”

“He’s a prick,” Theo calls from the next room, followed by, “Ow, mum, my ear!”

“He is a prick,” Bea says.

“I’m a prick,” Jamie points out.

Bea scrunches her nose. “You were a prick, Dad, like, three decades ago when you were my age. Now you’re just an old softie.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Don’t know how old you think I am, love, but you’ve got your maths all wrong.”

There doorbell rings and you call, “I’ve got it!” as Bea panics with a last-minute hair adjustment.

“Oi,” Jamie says gently, “you look beautiful, love. Just like your mum. Glad you dumped that prick.”

Bea shrugs. “I had to, dad. Couldn’t be with him when I have a dad like you.”

Bea’s date, Thomas, walks into the room all smiles. He shakes Jamie hand then shyly slides a corsage onto her wrist. He is a far cry from who Jamie was at that age. This kid doesn’t seem so sure of himself, like he’s trying very, very hard not to mess things up. He and Bea whisper about something as you sidle up to Jamie.

“We did good with that one,” you whisper in his ear. He smiles. Thank god she doesn’t have her mum’s taste in men.

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scryarchives · 1 year

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𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

it's been almost a month since the whole "Victoria Kord Blue Beetle Fiasco", and Jaime has loads to sort out, especially since the new neighbour might not be what she says she is...

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– pairings: jaime reyes x oc

– warning: fluff, canon divergent, blue beetle movie spoilers

– author's note: after watching the blue beetle movie, I've been so down bad for jaime reyes i had to make a one-shot series for him. disclaimer: i'm not of Hispanic descent and i have don't know casual terms spoken, so do correct me if im wrong!

The sun's heat beat down on the hot sand, heat waves radiating off the ground from the high temperature. A winding tarmac road lay between the plains, and a little vehicle sped down it, emptiness surrounding them.

“Mama, how much longer until we get to… Palmera City?” The woman drawled, picking up a pamphlet in her right hand, and pulling her wireless headphones down with the other.

“We're pretty much there, Drea,” A woman replied, hands on the steering while and eyes trained on the road. “We’re almost there.”

“Why can’t I just fly there myself? You and Amma can take the car. I’m twenty Ma, not five,” Drea huffed, neatening out her ruffled ebony waves. “You taught me how to fly when I was ten, anyways.”

“Kanna, you don’t even know where Palmera City is,” Another woman turned her head in the passenger’s seat to face her daughter in the back. “And you don’t know where the house is.”

“I do know where it is, El Paso Street, Palmera City.”

“Which house then? And you only knew Palmera City from the pamphlet,” The woman driving chuckled. “Besides, don’t you like spending time with your mamas?”

Drea said nothing in return, grumbling and pulling her headphones back over her ears, blasting her music at almost full volume.

“She grew up too fast,” The other passenger sighed, her hand on her forehead. “When did she become twenty? Remind me, please.”

“She turned twenty almost two days ago, aṉpu,” The driver grinned. “Did you forget that she almost set the house on fire when we told her about the move?”

“Please, don’t remind me, Zara,” Anika sighed at her wife’s entertainment. “I’m still drained from all of the mess I had to clean up after.”

“Nika, we’re moving, new people, new sights to see, and new opportunities for a good life for you and me. For our family,” Zara, the driver, smiled softly. One of her hands slipped off the driver’s wheel, encasing itself around Anika’s smaller hand.

“Besides, Drea needs a job, something that can keep her steady until she finds out what she wants to do,” She shrugged. “And Palmera City might have everything she needs.”

“‘Might have’ are the keywords.” Anika’s worried eyes met Zara’s calm ones. “If it doesn’t? Then what? She’ll just, what, fly alone to a new place?”

“Probably. But that’s okay, I was her age when I came here, and I needed something new. Something different. And then I met you, and I felt love for the first time,” She winked, her wife flushing.

“Oh stop it you, focus on driving!”

“Alright, alright. But you get my point, right?”

“Yeah… I do."

“Until that happens, if that ever happens, we’ll be just fine.”

“Hermano,” Milagro huffed, her hands forearm deep in water as she held a plate in her hands, holding it up to her brother, who was staring out the window in curiosity.

“Jaime,” She called out once more, her brother still unresponsive, the girl’s patience snapping. “Earth to Jaime Reyes!”

Jaime jumped slightly, taking the plate, gaze focused back on the window while muttering apologies to his younger sister.

“Sorry, sorry,” He wrapped the plate with the cloth in his hands hurriedly.

“What’s got you so distracted?” Milagro frowned, peering over his shoulder to see a moving truck parked outside their house. More accurately, in front of the empty house across the road from them.

“Oh, new neighbours,” She nodded, taking another soapy plate to rinse off from her mother.

“I wonder what they’ll be like,” Bianca Reyes hummed, handing Milagro another plate.

“It’s about time someone moved in that house,” Milagro chirped. “That house has been empty for as long as I can remember."

"That's not true," Jaime glanced at his sister. "Mrs. Diaz lived there for a while before her son moved out."

"Oh yeah… But that was still ages ago. So my statement still counts."

Jaime playfully rolled his eyes, a smile faint on his face. Glancing over, Milagro questioned her brother teasingly.

"Why are you staring there so much, anyways? Did you see Jenny?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

"What? No, no. We're just friends," He huffed.

"Sure you are."

"No, look. Khaji-Da scanned their moving stuff—"

"Woah! Boundaries, hermano!"

"Exactly! But she did it somehow and she warned me about them."

"What? Is she saying that they're villains? Like Jenny's crazy aunt?" The girl beside Jaime placed a hand on her hip. "C'mon, they're new neighbours, how bad can they be?"

"Pretty bad," Khaji-Da chimed in Jaime's head, her host glaring.

The rest of the day proceeded to be uneventful. After dishwashing and tidying up after lunch, Jaime hadn't done much other than trying to find work or helping his mother around the house.

Occasionally, Nana would come around for a drink while taking a break from her sewing, and Milagro soon joined Jaime in his room, the two job-hunting together. Uncle Rudy was… well, somewhere working on "an upgrade for the truck Jenny had gifted", according to him.

If he could, Jaime would have described the atmosphere as "chill and somewhat productive".

His mind drifted from the list of temporary jobs he could apply for on the site he sat on to the whole "Blue Beetle Fiasco" over a month ago. To the friend he hoped would be something more, until she, in the nicest way possible, tried to turn him down.

"Jaime, you're thinking about Jennifer again."

Instantly, he shook his head, trying to refocus his attention.

"Nope, nope. I'm completely focused. See? I can qualify for a…" He narrowed his eyes, reading the word his pointer was aimed at. "Chiropractor? What, no—"

"You need to move on, Jaime. The positive is that Jennifer is still your friend. You have more responsibilities."

"Yeah, and I'm doing it with Mili," Jaime then looked around him, wondering why his sister's questioning and prying hadn't begun.

"Milagro had left to get a drink, while you were busy 'looking for jobs'," Khaji-Da chimed in, rubbing in her point before her host could ask.

"Thank you, Khaji," Jaime huffed sarcastically. "How long has she been gone for?"

"Ten minutes."

"That long?"

"You were deep in thought."

"Got it," He grumbled, pushing himself off of his bed to find his job-hunting partner. "Mili!"

He called out his sister's name, hoping to find her peering around a corner in response, but was returned with nothing, not even a single quip.

"Mili?" Jaime frowned at the lack of noise in his home.

"Nana? Uncle Rudy?"

Seeing that no one was responding, Jaime narrowed his eyes, his mind darting to the worst-case scenario.

"Khaji, can you scan or locate where my family is?"

"Your mother—"

"Jaime! There you are!" Bianca cut Jaime off, her son relieved to see that she was alright.

"—is right here."

"Thank you for the… status, Khaji," He whispered before smiling, letting out a sigh. "Mama, where's everyone?"

"They're outside, greeting the new neighbours!" She furrowed her brows, a smile still gracing her lips. "I thought Mili told you? Oh, I'll talk to her about it later, come come! Let's meet the neighbours, yes?"

She grabbed Jaime's upper arm, rushing out to meet up with the rest of the family.

"Jaime, meet Mrs Tlatilpa, and her daughter, Alejandra!" Bianca smiled.

Jaime smiled over at who he assumed was Alejandra, as she did look quite a bit younger than the woman beside her.

Taking in her appearance, he noticed that she almost looked Hispanic, like him, though her skin was slightly darker. Her hair remained wavy and was a dark shade of brown, pretty much black if he hadn't noticed it against the sunlight. If he looked close enough, he noticed that she had a few strands of braids tied together here and there.

She tilted her head as her wireless headphones covered in vibrant stickers were plastered all over, covering the brand's logo, and it seemed like stars — he noticed a few hand-sewn ones on her baggy jeans — seemed to be her favourite pattern.

Triangle earrings glinted in the light as her dark brown eyes watched him in curiosity. If he looked close enough, he could almost see sparks of red—

"You're staring, Jaime."

He flinched from Khaji-Da's comment, holding his hand out to shake hands, the woman across from him doing the same.

"Reyes, my name's Jaime Reyes," He nodded, putting on his best smile.

"Alejandra Tlatilpa. But you can call me Drea," She nodded respectfully before switching her glance to his shoes. "Cool shoes."

"Ah, uhm thanks. Not my favourite pair, but they serve their purpose," He chuckled, almost sadly as he remembered the fate of his now-incinerated favoured shoes.

"She's dangerous," Khaji-Da pointed out, Jaime's brows furrowing.

"What? No way," Jaime muttered, Drea, blinking in confusion.

"I'm sorry?" She questioned for clarification.

"No, sorry, I uhm… just a habit of mine, I talk. To myself," He quickly responded, his smile turning awkward.

"Right," She pointed a finger, nodding once more. "Got it. Don't worry about it, we all have our habits."

"Look at the two of you getting along!" Mrs Tlatilpa grinned. "Kanna, why don't you go get Mama? I'm sure she'd love to meet new people."

"Yeah, sure," Drea chirped, smiling one last time at Jaime. "See you around."

"So, your wife?" Bianca questioned, her eyes curious.

"Ah yes, it's a long story," Anika laughed nervously.

"No, no worries! In fact, would your family like to join us for tea?"

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starstruckunknown-princess · 5 months

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Anemone - Jaime Lannister x Stark!OC

Anemone (Anemone) - Meaning: Forsaken love

Summary: After ignoring her for weeks, Jaime confronts his past love, Lorelai Stark, in the hidden grottoes of Winterfell with a warning.

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x Stark!OC

Word Count: 1420

Warnings: Mentions of past sexual assault (no detail) and the day Jaime became the Kingslayer, mentions of smut and sluttiness (we don't slut shame here, we slut encourage), vague threats/warning

This may be the start to another series I wanted to write. Would y'all want to read a series following Lorelai? Let me know your thoughts.

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All throughout the feast, Lorelai Stark kept trying to make eye contact with him, but he had expertly avoided her. Had their time in King’s Landing as joint hostages meant nothing to him?

She knew that wasn’t true — that time had bonded them in irrevocable ways. They’d found comfort in one another’s arms, he would bring her books, he had apologized for standing by while the Mad King had brutally assaulted her. He brought her to the heights of pleasure night after night until the horns of House Lannister announced their arrival in the city. The rest was history.

She’d assumed their history would’ve at least warranted a passing glance from him. Apparently not.

When the royal retinue had arrived at the keep she’d been hopeful that Jaime would seek her out, even if it was only to make stiff pleasantries. He had danced with her once at the welcome banquet, but answered her questions monosyllabically and refused to look her in the eye. There were a few times she’d caught him looking her way in the tiltyard or at dinner but he was always quick to avert his gaze.

Lorelai hadn’t expected him to drop to his knees and declare his undying love for her in the sight of gods and men, but she also hadn’t expected his terse coldness toward her. Some sort of acknowledgement of their shared history would’ve satisfied her — a wink, a smirk, a “hello,” even. She’d received nothing.

Too tired to do much else, she excused herself to her rooms and left the noisy feast hall.

Later that night while Drella finished brushing out her hair, Lorelai took in her reflection. The years had been kind to her, only showing a little around her eyes. She’d never thought herself a great beauty, but she had been pretty enough to entice a Myrish prince into her bed.

And a Pentoshi merchant or two.

And once a muscle-bound Dothraki bloodrider who spent the entire night growling at her in a language she didn’t understand. For all she knew, he had been insulting her the entire time.

Even if the years had been kind, seemingly they hadn’t been kind enough to tempt Jaime Lannister back to her. After all this time, everything they had shared meant nothing to him. And she had to accept that — she wasn’t going to throw herself at a former flame who had been ignoring her presence since his arrival.

She dismissed Drella for the night and pulled on a dressing gown. Once the maid was gone she pulled on her darkest cloak and made her way outside. She grabbed a torch from the wall and used it to guide herself to the far side of the Great Hall, into the secret entrance that led down to the hot springs that provided warmth to the keep.

Sometime long ago, one of her ancestors had dug out three grottoes deep underneath the keep and directed the warm waters into them. Some maesters believed they had been used as baths before tubs were readily available. Most of the denizens of Winterfell had forgotten about the grottoes, but Lorelai and Lyanna had come across them one day while exploring.

The dark stone steps led her down, down, down into the bowels of Winterfell. Deeper even than the crypts on the other side of the keep. The movement of water could be heard as soon as she got to the bottom of the steps. Around a corner she entered the hallway that had three curved arches, two on her right and one on her left, each one leading to the private coves.

Lorelai hooked the torch inside the arch on the left after lighting two more. She unclasped her cloak — the air was humid and warm down here. Her dressing gown soon followed. The pool on the left had always been her favorite, even though it was the smallest. She stepped onto the wooden walkway above the pool and sat down, dipping her feet into the water.

Her loud sigh of relief echoed off the two thick stone arches that bisected the space above the pool.

“Hello?” a voice said through the dark and she nearly leapt out of her skin. A soft glow turned the corner, the sound of boots scraping the floor coming closer and closer.

“Who goes there?” Lorelai demanded, pulling her feet out of the water and standing, cursing herself for not bringing a weapon — especially in light of Bran’s fall. She snatched her dressing gown off the wall and hastily tied it shut.

“Ser Jaime Lannister,” he said, voice echoing slightly. Lorelai poked her head out of the archway and sure enough, the golden knight of Lannister stood a few yards down the hallway. Torchlight lit him, making his golden hair glow and highlighting his features.

If the years had been kind to her, they had been downright magnanimous to Jaime. His jaw had sharpened and his body had filled out into that of a man. Any trace of boyishness she remembered was gone, replaced by features that were somehow rugged and ethereal at the same time.

“What are you doing down here?” she asked as he sauntered closer. He hooked his torch in the hallway sconce and crossed his arms across his broad chest.

“Looking for you, of course.”

She exited the archway and gave him her full attention. “Nearly a month of living in the same place and you seek me out now? When we are set to journey together in two days?”

Nothing but stolen glances. And now he’d followed her to her secret space in the dead of night.

“Yes,” he said, his words clipped and sharp. “I’ve come to warn you not to return to King’s Landing.”

She quirked an eyebrow at him and took a step closer, the stone tiles cool against her bare feet. “Why not?”

Jaime’s green eyes locked on hers. “Something may happen to you if you do.”

“Are you threatening me?” A step back.

He stepped forward, throwing his hands out toward her, “No! Not me, I would never. It’s…I worry for you, that’s all.”

It was her turn to cross her arms, which enhanced her cleavage. “Am I supposed to believe you after how coldly you’ve been acting since you arrived?”

Jaime’s eyes glanced at her chest, landing on her eyes again. He had the audacity to look contrite. “Keeping my distance from you is the only way I can keep you safe. If you go to King’s Landing, I cannot guarantee your safety.”

“You…you’re concerned for my safety?” She softened toward him. The truth showed in his eyes, but only those who had seen behind his mask could detect it. And she had seen behind his mask many, many times.

“Of course I am. I’ve never stopped caring for you,” he said, closing the distance between them and brushing a swath of her hair over her shoulder. He let his fingers linger on the exposed skin of her collarbone and his other arm snaked around her waist. He pulled her closer and Lorelai felt warm all over. “Please, Lorelai, stay here, far away from the Red Keep.”

Her hand drifted to his chest, palm searching for his beating heart underneath his hot skin, just like she used to. Memories of their time together flashed in her mind’s eye. She looked up at him from under her lashes, heat flooding between her legs. “I survived there before, I can do it again.”

Their breaths mingled, adding to the humidity of the space around them. His voice low, he murmured, “It’s an entirely different game this time, Lore.”

“Then you’ll have to tell me the rules.” She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet and pushed herself up, seeking his lips.

Jaime all but shoved her away. The sudden distance between them left her cold. He averted his eyes from her and shifted his weight between his feet. “I…I can’t.”

Humiliation rose in her chest and she clenched her fists. “Then I’ll figure it out on my own. Leave now, Ser Jaime.”

Much to her chagrin, he did. Without a word, he lifted his torch out of the sconce and she listened to the sound of his boots against the floor until they faded entirely.

Lorelai entered the underground pool and slipped into the warm water, nightdress and all, sinking until every part of her was underwater, including her head. Only there did she feel comfortable screaming out her frustration.

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illusivesoul · 8 months

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People you'd like to get to know better

Was tagged by @likeyua @mxanigel and @marythegizka Thank you :)

I'll tag @ziskandra @thessiansunfish @messydiabolical and @happychica. Only if you feel like doing this, of course.

My answers to the below prompts are below the cut!

Three Ships

Last Song

Last Film

Currently Reading

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Three Ships

Also going to use the idea of an OC and canon list :)

OCs: Serena Brosca x Leliana

Manuel Rodriguez Shep x Cortez

Maiteh Lerras and Renata Barkas (da ocs)

Canon Characters: Leliana x Wynne

Aria x Jack

Blackwall x Ser Barris

Last Song: Nothing Matters - Dinner Party

Last Film: Avatar The Way of Water

Currently Reading: I Love You... But I Am Happy Without you - Jaime Jaramillo

Currently Craving: The cold. Summer is killing me lol.

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milfswriter · 2 years

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Unexpected Guest

Alma Lefay Peregrine x OC!Jaime Walsh

Summary: Jake scared the children at the bombed house, he gets dealt with and reveals terrible news.

Notes and warnings: it’s my first time writing with an OC, go easy on me lol. Hurt/comfort. SEND REQUESTS FOR MY BABY ALMA OR ELSE

Alma sat at the breakfast table, waiting for Jaime to finally show up. It’s become a habit of them, waiting for the other to arrive before eating, though the children were already halfway done with their food.

Jaime rushed down the stairs, knowing how Alma always fusses about time management. “Morning, children!” she chanted, her black trousers and satin white shirt hugging her frame perfectly. “Good morning, Jaime!” they chanted back.

Alma offered a soft smile as her wife kissed her cheek. “hello, love”.

They heard the door shut and the panting of Emma, Olive and Millard, like they’ve been running from someone. “If it’s the police again, Millard you better deal with it yourself or so help me bird!” Jaime warned as she sat next to Alma, facing the empty seat of Millard, and beginning to eat.

“no..it’s..it’s not the police” Emma said, catching her breath, “It’s a boy..he..I found him in the old house and thought it was Abe but then he turned and..it was not him. He kept following me before I managed to get away” Alma had a weird look on her face, and god does Jaime hate it when she hides things from her.

“Where’d you leave him?” She asked the three children standing in front of her as though they were being interrogated. “Just outside the loop entrance” She stood up from the table, hearing her wife’s warnings echo behind her.

“Think twice before doing anything!” She grabbed a knife and a pistol, pocketing them before giving Emma a rope to hold.

“Damn it, it’s thundering!” Enoch groaned. Jaime’s peculiarity was weather manipulation, and the weather changes based on her mood. So whenever Jaime was grumpy, they couldn’t go outside or they’ll get struck by lightning. “language!” Alma scolded before Jaime opened the front door, taking a deep breath so she can calm down and stop the thunder.

“oh, Jaime what if it’s a wight?” Emma gulped behind the older woman. “Why’d you think I brought a gun?”.

They kept walking, looking around just in case the boy got in the loop and Jaime kept her hand in her pocket around the gun as we walked and Emma gulped. “Stop fussing, we’ll either kill him or scare him off” Millard said.

As they left the loop, they saw the same boy lurking around the loop entrance. “that’s him!” Emma whispered and Jaime hummed, using wind to distract him while she took out her gun, walking to him swiftly before she pulled his hair back and aimed at his temple.

“Scream and I’ll blow your brains to pieces!” she pushed him hard against a tree and he groaned, breathing faster.

Jaime turned him around to face him, gun still pointing at him confidently as she stared with a tilted head. “What are you?” she hissed.

“An-uh, I’m an american” he stammered, “I’m Jacob” Jaime came closer, pressing the gun on his forehead. “Do NOT fuck with me, asshole. What were you doing in that house? Why were you chasing my ward?”

“I just wanted to talk to her! Don’t kill me!”. She fixed him with a scowl, “about what?”

“About the house, the people who lived there” she clicked the safety, making him whimper. “Who sent you here?”

“My..my grandfather, Abraham Portman” her lips parted in surprise, looking back at Emma for a second who gasped lightly.

“Liar! You think I don’t know what you are? I wasn't born yesterday. Open your eyes!”

“These are my eyes!! I can prove it!”. Her hand relaxed a bit. “Then prove it, or I’ll water the grass with your blood”

He reached into his pocket with the gun aimed at his hand. “This letter’s part of the reason I came here. It’s from The Bird, it’s what you call your headmistress isn’t it?” She pulled the letter out of his hand and pushed him against the tree again, making him groan in pain.

“It’s you, miss peregrine and my grandpa before he want to war!” he exclaimed as Jaime stared at the picture. “You’re..you’re Jaime, aren’t you?” she rolled her eyes, holding her hand out to Emma to give her the rope and tied his hands.

“Okay, now you’re my prisoner, do as I say or you’ll regret it” Jaime pulled him by the arm and entered the loop again. As they neared the front door, Jaime sighed at his appearance and told Emma to check where Alma is.

“His shoes are caked with filth. Can’t have you tracking in mud, Bird will have an attack” she tutted and he took off his shoes, walking in the house. he gaped as he looked around the house, unable to believe it was the same house as the bombed one outside the loop.

“Miss Peregrine’s in the living room” Millard said and Jaime took him there. Alma waited a second to look up as she sewed but gasped a few seconds after she registered who he was, somehow recognizing him.

“Jaime! What on earth did you do to the poor boy!” The younger woman scoffed, not believing what she was being asked.

“Oh, please, Alma! He was following the girls! What was I supposed to think?” she pushed him further into the room and he almost tripped.

“Stop!” she warned as she stood up. “You’ll have to pardon Miss Walsh. She has a certain flair for dramatics” he nodded. “Yeah I figured” he scoffed, looking back at Jaime.

“Watch your damn tone” she growled, another thunder roaring outside and Alma turned. “Jaime, I’m warning you” she looked away, causing Alma to start introducing herself. “My name is Miss Peregrine, and as you already know, this is Jaime” she extended her hand and only when he failed to shake it did she notice the rope.

“Miss Walsh! Untie him at once! Is that how you treat a guest?!” Jaime looked baffled.

“First, I’ll pretend you did not just call me that. Second, he’s a liar and a-” she raised her hand. “Jaime..”.

She sighed, flashing her blade and going behind him to cut the rope and he shook Miss Peregrine’s hand.

Jaime was quiet until Jake brought up Abe. “He told me to come find you, to warn you about..the monsters” she scoffed, throwing her hands in the air.

“And why would he do that? Why can’t HE come and warn us himself, has he grown too old to go potty? I warned him about the outside, time and time again, I knew-” Alma yelled as she interrupted her.

“He’s dead, Jaime!” she gaped, looking at her wife with wide eyes. “He’s dead” Alma nodded, and that’s what finally shut her up for good, she gulped before walking backwards a few steps and turning to leave the room and a few seconds later, they heard the front door slammed shut. This cannot be true, no.

Alma sighed, “I’m so sorry for your loss, Jake” she offered him a sympathetic smile before looking out the window as the thunder intensified, Jaime soaked with the rain as she looked up at the sky. “That’s her...ability, isn’t it?” Jake asked, now feeling a little guilty.

Miss Peregrine nodded, sighing. “She’s quite...protective. Especially when it comes to the safety of the children. Abe hurt her more than she liked to admit when he left”.

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The next time they saw Jaime was in the garden, helping Emma put the squirrel back in place before walking away somewhere else. Alma waited a few minutes before deciding to follow her wife inside the house, hearing sobs coming from the kitchen.

She stopped at the doorway, looking at Jaime who was hunching against the kitchen counter, sobs racking her body. She couldn’t remember the last time she heard Jaime cry like this. Mainly because the same day is repeating over and over again so the day would be predictable. Well..except when Victor died.

Alma approached her wife gently, placing a hand over the small of her back, startling her. “Love” she called, causing the short-haired woman to look at her, eyes red.

“I’m sorry for the way I laid the news on you..I-” she shook her head. “It’s..It’s fine, it was bound to happen anyway..but I can’t help but feel like shit. First Victor, and now Abe” her lips trembled before she broke down again.

Alma let a few tears escape before wiping both of their eyes, kissing her lips softly before hugging Jaime close to her. A clearing of throat startled them and they looked to see Enoch standing there sheepishly.

“The police are here again” Jaime and Alma couldn’t help but laugh, though the police came everyday for the past 70 years

“We’ll be right there”

Taglist:

@mmemalwa @ara-a-bird

#alma peregrine #Alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #eva green x reader #eva greeen #miss peregrine's home for peculiar children #mphfpc x reader

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stealing this because the boops made me realize how much i miss tag games.

How many works do you have on AO3? A grand total of 14. I am not a prolific writer.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 63,880. Please see above answer.

What fandoms do you write for? Batman and Star Wars. I have a little bit of Supernatural fic posted on an alt account, and I've been turning over an idea for an OW fic in my head for a while, but it takes me a long time to figure out how to write in a fandom in a way that still captures the "vibes" of the source material (which is always one of my goals). So I rarely branch out.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? New Cornerstone (suitless!Vader AU from a million years ago), Brothers in Arms (Jon starts to get an inkling that his best friend has perhaps not had a normal childhood), Setting the Bone (Selina Kyle: reluctant parental figure), In This Twilight (Damian and Jason brotherly bonding, first batfam fic I ever wrote), and Try to Sweep the Darkness Out (batfam Christmas special that I've almost orphaned 10 times because I hate the writing choices I made in it so much). None of the fics I'm actually proud of are on this list. Tragic.

Do you respond to comments? Irregularly and unpredictably! I will if I feel like I have something to say and it catches me in the right mood.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh, that would be High Water Mark since it starts with a scene of Cody contemplating suicide and ends with the instant right before Order 66 kicks in.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Problem Solving since it's the only fic I've ever written where I was actually trying to be light hearted.

Do you get hate on fics? Never, thankfully.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I thought I could do it successfully, I would. But I'm not, so I don't.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Basically never. There is a Doctor Who/Sherlock fic buried on my old FF.net account. There's also a Super Smash Bros fic on there that I wrote in 2009, which I suppose also counts.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I can't imagine why anyone would.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, and I never would. I'm too much of a control freak about my writing. Writing, say, shared universe stuff might be fun, but actually co-authoring something would drive me nuts.

What’s your all time favorite ship? What a question. I come back to Jaime/Brienne a lot for reading, but I don't think I'd ever write it. I write a ton of BatCat, but rarely read it because I'm particular. I like Lois/Clark, but I almost never write OR read it. I'm honestly not very ship motivated. Most of the time I filter for a ship because I'm in the mood for its attendant tropes, and if the writing is good, you can sell me on just about anything.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Hmngh. New Cornerstone again. There's 20k of an expanded version of it on my hard drive that I haven't added to since probably 2017. There's something very fun about suitless!Vader as a character because he's such a sparking, destructive livewire of a person, but also I'm experienced enough now to realize how difficult doing justice to that premise is. Also, I'd have to rewatch TCW to get Ahsoka's voice down, and I just don't got time for that shit.

What are your writing strengths? Description and sense of place. Also pretty good at dialogue.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fucking. Long fic. Plot in general. I'm horrifically bad at it.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I'm usually inclined to keep all my dialogue in English, but it would depend on the context and the effect I was going for.

First fandom you wrote for? Purposefully? Inuyasha. Without having any idea what fanfic was? I created an Artemis Fowl fairy OC and stuck her in Indiana Jones when I was 10 years old.

Favorite fic you’ve written? They Don't Sing Songs For Me. No contest. It's perfectly captures what I think is the ideal form of fanfic: two characters who have absolutely no business interacting with each other building a compelling relationship dynamic over the course of 9k words.

I will be tagging @panharmonium, @apostatefrog, @dead-ghost-walking, @ryehouses, @yellowocaballero, @lazuliquetzal. Also anyone else who wants to. I will bring back tag games by force of will, so help me God.

#nothing like looking at your own AO3 archive to make you realize how much you've grown as a writer since 2015 #from the beehive

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rainwingmarvel7 · 3 months

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Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon OC Masterlist

(Will update whenever I add new characters!!!)

Game of Thrones

Alistair Dormaire

Nadya Dormaire

Victyr Dormaire

Erwyn Dormaire (Waters)

Ryen Dormaire

Jenny Storm

Elinor Hightower

House of the Dragon

Kaleb Dormaire

Tristan Dormaire (Snow)

Therese Targaryen (Snow)

Brandon Waters

Rhaedaera Velaryon

Baelon Blount

Aeriana Blount

Sarra Mormont

Adrian Blackberry

Galladon Estermont

Gawen Arryn

Alyssa Dormaire Locke

Game of Thrones (Next Gen)

Ren Stark

Lena Stark Arryn

Joanna Lannister

Jaime Lannister (Waters)

Robb I Stark

Talisa Stark Tully

Margaery Stark Baratheon

Theon Stark

Edwyrd Stark

Lyanna Stark Hightower

Game of Thrones (ATRF Next Gen Side Characters)

Jeyne Dormaire

Celda Greyjoy (Pyke)

Rohanne Blackwater

Alysanne Targaryen

Edmund Tully

Edric Baratheon

Erryck Tarly

Allyria Martell

Aemma Corbray

Gwayne Hightower

Rhaella Targaryen

Game of Thrones (A War of Two Queens Side Characters)

Alayne Dustin

Jeyne Payne

Denyse Redwyne

Aemma Flowers

Genna Westerling

Old Valyria AU

Saelvyia Maegar

Naevaya Maegar

#game of thrones #got #house of the dragon #hotd #game of thrones oc #got oc #house of the dragon oc #hotd oc #asoiaf oc

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frogoru · 1 year

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what’s your ocs thoughts about the sea? :o

Thalia wouldn't have the opportunity to visit the beach very often, so I imagine that she'd treasure it a lot!! I think she would spend most of her time wading in the water or just lying there while letting the waves crash into her.

Moxie would dedicate a lot of her time to searching for pretty shells that she can turn into jewelry. She'd bring an empty bag with her and walk along the coast in search of whatever catches her eye!

I think Jaime would definitely enjoy playing in the water. She'd call all of her friends into it and start spontaneously splashing everyone because she finds joy in making them squeal in surprise (the power would get to her head and she'd get really confident but then a wave would knock her over since she's real small).

Natalia would probably enjoy wading around in the water too, but she'd never have the confidence to go out too far. She'd gradually make her way out but as soon as the water is around her neck, she'd make a beeline back towards the shore. She'd enjoy the thrill of almost getting knocked over. I think she'd enjoy napping on the beach too.

Moxie and Jaime wouldn't be used to the beaches in Heaven since they're all sunny, and vice versa for Nattie and Thalia in Hell. Moxie would like basking in the sun a lot since she doesn't have the chance to do that very often.

#ocs #asks

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factorydefaultlu · 2 years

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Tin's OCs

Clara Snow

14 at the start of GoT

Jon's twin sister and Theon's wife

One child with Jon named Eddard

One child with Theon named Lyanna

Her direwolfs name is Shadow

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Danorlah Dynios "DandyLion"

24 at the start of GoT

A Braavosi Bard, actor, and conman, genderfluid and very charismatic

Many rumored lovers, most notable is Brienne of Tarth and Jaime Lannister.

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Lucia Clegane

13 at the start of GoT

'Daughter' of Gregor Clegane

Transgender FtM, although he can't quite put any actual words to how they identify.

Sansa's lover

Has a hound named Beastly

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Separate Universe

Achilles Targaryen

21 at the start of HotD

Baby brother to Viserys and Daemon

Rider of Patroclus "Fire Personified"

Alicent's secret lover, whom he has one daughter with named Pandora

Criston's secret lover, though it doesn't last long and ends mutually.

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Separate Universe

Josephine Redwyne

19 at the start of episode 8 of HotD

Daughter of Lord and Lady Redwyne

Serious religious trauma

Helaena's lady in waiting and lover.

Larys' wife (she doesn't love him, though he loves her)

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Separate Universe

Malys Maar

16 years old, 8 years after the Dance takes place and the Greens win

Son of Lord Maar of Braavos

Kidnapped and sold into the whore business and is bought as a gift for Aemond by Aegon.

Aemond's lover

Aegon's lover/victim

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Separate Universe

Amalthea

48 as a dragon, 20 as a human at the start of episode 8 of HotD

A dragon turned human

Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond's lover

One child with Aegon named Maegor

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Maegor

21 at the start of GoT

Beastly son of Amalthea

He embarks on a mission to become a full dragon to be with his mother again. A curse turns him to gold for 175 years until Gerion accidentally breaks that curse.

Gerion Lannister's lover

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Separate Universe

Alucard Dagonhart

24 when turned, over 150 years old at the start of HotD

A Nosferatu with a rich history, and an oath to keep to the Targaryens

Rhaenys I lover

Aemond's lover

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Periskevi

190 years old at the start of GoT

A nyad from the surface waters of Ironman's Bay

Monarch of the Nyads.

A devout follower of the Drowned God.

Euron's lover

#tin talks #Tin's OCs #OCs #original character

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Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter III "Silver-haired"

Chapter IV "News are various"

In the end, both Talisa and Amalthea stayed with the army, and there were no unnecessary comments from the dark-haired woman towards Amy. They spent some time together, but Talisa ended up helping the wounded a lot, so Amy was practically stuck with the soldiers, but she didn't mind it at all - on the contrary, she got along very well with them.

She felt... Free when she wasn't tied to title and palace, though she often wondered what was going on in the north.

She was sitting with some soldiers around the fire in the morning, and they were all joking together. She was glad to find such casual company, but soon the topic turned - again - to the war, which was, after all, all around.

“We should all finally hit the Lannisters, break through to the capital and end this...!” Said one of them, with an exceptionally long beard, and stirred the sticks in the fire.

“I agree, a battle would be nice after all. Or at least beheading a Kingslayer…” Muttered other, sipping some water.

“For me, it's not that simple…” Amy said. “Jaime Lannister is a good hostage. If you cut his head off, it will only serve as a trigger for Lord Tywin. Maybe he would have made a mistake under his emotions then, but I don't think so…” She adjusted the cloak on her shoulders, continuing her thought. “And when it comes to battles, I guess it's also important to lose as few men as possible by defeating the enemy, and that's where strategy comes in.”

“I need a sword, a field, and any of the Lannister men to fight!” Replied one of the soldiers with great humor, waving a stick as he said it, as if it was a sword.

“It's more convenient to lead someone out on a little bait and then close the circle around him and kill him.”

“But where's the satisfaction then, my Lady?” Asked the man with the long beard, spreading his arms to the sides.

“You can draw it from a successful trap, but you fight for victory, not just pure satisfaction. Am I wrong?” She asked, but received no answer.

The men who sat across from her nodded to someone behind her, abandoning her without answer to her question. Amy first turned slightly to see who was standing behind her, then she got up and smiled slightly, also nodded her head.

“Are you following me, Your Grace?” She asked directly, stepping out from behind the trunk.

“I wouldn't dare, I was just passing by, and I saw you easily in the crowd.” She rolled her eyes at this remark.

“I'll start washing my hair with oak bark extract if I really stay that noticeable.” She laughed, stepping a little closer to Robb when he signaled her to do so.

“Don't do it, you have beautiful hair…” He said softly and stopped, looking into her bright eyes. Who would have thought that it would be her bright hair that would draw attention to her at the beginning?

They both stood there in silence for a moment, just staring at each other with a faint, dreamy smile. At first, the boy wanted to come even closer and brush some of that silvery hair to see how it felt to the touch, but eventually refrained from doing so and shook his head slightly, banishing this thought somewhere to the back of his head.

“Thank you…” Amy finally answered uncertainly, looking slightly away from his penetrating gaze.

“My mother interrupted us recently… Can you ride a horse?”

“Otherwise, would I have had a horse and traveled on it?” She replied, feeling a little more at ease than she had a few moments before.

“So, why don't you let me take you for a ride? So we can end the conversation in peace?”

“Don't you have more important matters to attend to?” Personally she didn't mind such a ride, but at the same time she wondered where the boy's idea for such a ride came from. She thought they were done talking, but apparently they weren't, at least not from Robb Stark's perspective.

And in fact, the boy still had a lot to say, and at the same time many questions to ask the silver-haired girl.

He also knew that in the camp he might not be able to talk to her calmly and get to know her, because they might suddenly run into his mother, who had already begun to spin many theories. He didn't need that, didn't need more of Lady Catelyn's lectures, which didn't have much to do with reality for him. He wanted at least a substitute for a normal life in which he could talk to a pretty girl without any obstacles and unnecessary stories.

Therefore, a ride to a more secluded place was almost a godsend.

“Would I ask you then?” He answered, just like she had before.

“Depends if you're the kind of king who disregards his duty.” She shrugged, eyeing him carefully. And especially his curls, which you wanted to ruffle with a smile on your face.

“I don't think I am.” He replied, looking to the side for a moment. “So?”

Rolling her eyes, she took his hand, which he extended towards her.

“Just don't steal this beautiful woman forever, Your Grace!” Shouted the cheerful one of the soldiers with whom Amy had sat and talked with several minutes earlier.

“Exactly, we'd like to talk to her again sometime!” Other added.

“Don’t worry.” Robb smiled, leading the girl beside him, gently holding her hand.

* * *

The area they went to was really beautiful. They stopped and started walking along the path in the forest full of green leaves, and somewhere in the background you could easily hear a stream that ran close to the forest road. The sun only slightly broke through the crowns of the trees, so it didn’t irritate any of them, while a light wind blew, brushing their cloaks a bit.

All in all, Amy in particular loved the place and was glad she agreed to it all. The only thing that might have bothered her a bit were the three soldiers behind them, two of them riding slowly on horses, holding Stark direwolf banners.

“So I'm no longer a spy and you can talk to me about the war?” She asked a little mockingly when the boy mentioned what she had been talking about with the soldiers.

“And not a Lannister at all.” She shook her head, laughing, and looked at him.

“How can you be sure? Why don't I free Jaime Lannister tonight and run away with, let’s say, my cousin to the south?”

“You don't look like a spy to me at all.” He said confidently, stopping for a moment and looking at the girl carefully.

“Maybe I'm hiding it so well? Are you as sure as you were of titling me a Lady before?” She tilted her head, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“And was I wrong?” She didn't reply to that, just moved on silently, as if avoiding the topic.

She didn't want to answer and add more lies to her account. It was fine just the way it was. Although she remembered Robb's words before Lady Stark interrupted him about remembering the name “Igaren”, which made her slightly uneasy. But he didn't pursue the subject, so apparently he had to forget about it, and for good to her.

“Do you know which of Lord Frey's daughters you will choose?” She asked after a few minutes of walking in silence, glancing at a bird that was singing somewhere on a tree branch not far from them.

“I do not want to think about it…”

“But you'll have to. The war will end someday, and marriage is not a five-minute affair.” He shrugged, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have no doubt you'll be happy with either of them, but…”

And he dared to doubt. He knew it was unlikely, but deep down he hoped to marry for love. That he would swear in front of the septon with a woman he truly had feelings for, and not just because of politics.

However, he wanted to save his father... He didn't make it, but there was no turning back.

“But I'll have a bridge…” He muttered, making Amy laugh. The way he said those words was really funny to the person who was walking right next to him and listening to him. They expressed reluctance, indifference and even had a hint of a joke. “Anyway, it's an important bridge.”

“What a generous dowry.” She said, folding her hands in front of her. “Will you live under this bridge?” This time he was the one laughing.

“Don't tell me you've never met a political marriage, because I won't believe it anyway…”

“Of course I did. Even almost personally, but fortunately I managed to get out of such situations.” She said, not realizing that Robb wanted to get back to another topic.

“You must be really high born if you can afford to pick and choose marriage candidates like this…” By the time she realized that, unluckily for her, the subject had jumped to the tracks of her origins she wanted to avoid, it was too late and Robb continued. “You mentioned what family you are from and where you are from... I remember when I was a child, Maester told me about this family, but as long dead.” He stopped right in front of her, not letting her go any further. “I personally haven't met anyone from the north with hair as fair as yours, and it's obvious you're of a good family by your looks.” She looked away, swallowing and not even wondering where he was going with this monologue. “Even the Lannisters have darker hair, and the only House that is said to ever ruled in the far North that has such a distinctive feature is... Yes, will you say this, or should I finish it myself?” He moved even closer to her, leaving virtually no space between them.

Since she wouldn't look at him herself, he took her chin and forced her to look at him.

Amalthea felt how tight her throat was and for a moment she even had doubts whether she would be able to answer anything. She didn't think he'd want to bring her here mainly to corner and question her so hard.

“Robb…” She began softly, addressing him by name for the first time, but he quickly cut her off when he realized she wasn't going to finish it by herself after all.

“Maybe I was wrong in calling you La…”

“Your Grace!” interrupted the soldier, who, as soon as he approached, sprang from his horse, carrying with him two letters tied with ribbons. “News from Winterfell.”

Amy sighed inside, knowing that Robb had more important things to worry about than taking care of her right now, though she didn't think he was going to let the subject drop. However, now she had at least some time to prepare for this confrontation.Before Robb left, he looked at her with eyes that clearly indicated that the conversation was not over and they would return to it soon. Still, Amy could breathe a sigh of relief, even if it was only for a moment.

-> Chapter V "Truth?" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

#robb stark fanfiction #robb stark #game of thrones #got #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #robb stark x targaryen #robb stark x oc #game of thrones robb stark

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Okay I'm gonna share what happens to Castamere/Elayna's entire family in the Western AU so buckle the fuck up

Aemond rescues Elayna last second from her wedding with Tymon. They run away happy, and Tymon is pissed. So Aemond and Elayna go into hiding, right?

Well. It's Aemond and Elayna. Like 4 months later Elayna finds out she's pregnant

Aemond and Elayna are still being Catious but like. Elayna has to tell her family, she's over the goddamn moon

She reaches out to Seban. They meet in the Red Keep and initially Elayna just wants Seban to organize a family gathering, but she ends up telling him

Seban is ecstatic to the point he's not really thinking. And like, even though shit happened between their families, Jason is still his friend, right? And yeah Tymon's pissed but like he'll get over himself

Well. Jason tells his family. And Tymon about blows a goddamn gasket when he finds out

And Tymon is basically the child Tywin always wanted so they come up with a plan

Jaime is sent to Winterfell since the Lannisters were told Lyanna (@writingbylee 's OC) was a Stark. Lyanna and Elayna are basically sisters so naturally Elayna boots the fuck up and goes to Winterfell to help

Shit goes down at Winterfell, a bunch of Lannisters get killed but Jaime gets away. As he's going he says some shit about Elayna's family. And Elayna's like oh fuck

Turns out Winterfell was just a distraction as Tymon and Tywin completely obliterate Castamere with Elayna's family still inside

I haven't worked out all the details but a) fire and b) the water supply was ruined with oil from the rig on the land so like nothing to drink and it just made the fire worse

Elayna races home, and she sees a note on a tree because Tymon

It just says "COME HOME"

And Elayna gets real scared because she was expecting a note on Alon's grave. So what the fuck is on Alon's grave???

Well. Tymon has his own personal brand he uses that's the same emblem on his gun. He brands everything he considers his with it

(Please read between the lines)

But uuuhhh he branded Alon's grave

So yeah. All of Elayna's family was killed and her dad's grave desecrated

Also for bonus angst: Elayna has Alon's body dug up so she can move it to her and Aemond's property. Because she knows she can't visit Alon's grave anymore, there will be eyes all over it

So yeah. Love this for her

#oc: elayna reyne #oc: tymon lannister #aemond targaryen x oc

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