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mitzukiyapping · 2 months ago

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A Dragon Queen’s Council - Part II.

Summary: The queen is pregnant. So, Aera made it her mission to help her, to ease her worries. And so, it was also her duty to overlook what she’s eating, that wouldn’t harm the baby.

Pairing: platonic! Cersei Lannister x fem!targaryen!oc, platonic!Jaime Lannister x fem!targaryen!oc, platonic! Tyrion Lannister x fem!targaryen!oc

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: tbh, none

Author’s note: this story is also soon available on ao3!!

prologue || part I. || part III. || masterlist

It began on a quiet afternoon.

The sun warmed the stone corridors of the Red Keep, and through the arched windows drifted the lazy scent of blooming rose trees from the gardens below. Queen Cersei, ever regal in gold-threaded green, sat upon a cushioned chaise in her solar, one hand gently draped over her stomach, her other cradling a goblet of watered wine she had no intention of drinking.

She looked tired.

It has been three months since the wedding, and not even a handful of weeks since the maesters confirmed the pregnancy of Queen Cersei. At first it were only rumors, whispered between maids who passed the halls. But, ever since the announcement, everyone was trying to be as silent as possible around her.

Her golden hair was twisted high, her face pale. Even the usual tight line of her mouth had softened, just slightly, with the weight of exhaustion. And seated beside her, like a shadow of light, was Aera. The seven-year-old princess sat on a stool she had clearly dragged from across the room herself, her legs swinging gently as she peered up at the Queen with wide violet eyes.

"I read that ginger helps with sickness in the morning," Aera offered, voice soft, careful. "And mint tea. I made some. The kitchen ladies helped me." Cersei looked down at her, one brow rising. "Did they?"

Aera nodded eagerly. "Yes. I asked them what my mother might have liked too. She was pregnant with my little sibling until... well." She shrugged, looking away briefly, then back up with a soft smile. "I wanted to help."

Something flickered across Cersei's face then. Suspicion? Confusion? A ghost of memory? It passed quickly. "I didn't take you for the mothering type," she said dryly. Aera tilted her head. "I'm a dragon, not a monster."

"Not yet," Cersei muttered, sipping the tea. But she drank it. And when she didn't spit it out, Aera gave a proud little smile, as if she had conquered a kingdom with leaves and sweetness.

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They made a habit of it.

Aera, slipping into the solar in the mornings under Gregor's watchful eye, bringing odd little gifts: a silk pillow she said was "good for the back," a small pouch of lemon and dried rose petals "to calm the nerves," and once, even a wooden toy lion cub with wings. "For the baby," she said.

Cersei snorted at the sight of it. "What a terrifying creature."

"I thought it looked like what he might be," Aera said with a mischievous grin. "A lion, but born in a dragon's den."

And of course, Tyrion and Jaime were not far behind.

"You're either grooming her," Tyrion said to Jaime over a goblet of wine, "or she's grooming you." Jaime, leaning against a column, arms crossed, said, "No, she's grooming Cersei. That girl's going to rule half the court before she reaches ten."

"Seven and a half," Tyrion corrected. "And already more dangerous than a whole battalion of Unsullied."

"She's just being kind."

"Kindness is the most effective disguise of all." The younger man stated with serious. They both turned just in time to see Aera walk past them in the hall, trailed by a sleepy maid and a sullen Gregor, holding a basket full of lavender sachets and a small leather-bound book titled The Midwife's Companion: A Tonic for Every Month.

She gave them both the sweetest smile imaginable.

"Good day, uncles." Tyrion grinned. "Planning to deliver the baby yourself now?" At the question her face shine with glee. "I've already read five books," she said matter-of-factly. "I'd do better than most maesters."

Jaime gave a small laugh. "If you ever decide to become a maester, let me know. I'll lend you my sword for the graduation ceremony." Aera nodded. "I'll knight you for it." She then turned on her heels and continued down the corridor, humming softly.

Jaime waited until she rounded the corner before saying, "We're all going to die, aren't we?" Tyrion drained his wine and said, "Oh, undoubtedly."

—

The solar was warm with the scent of mint and rosewater. Cersei reclined on her cushioned chair, the sunlight filtering through sheer green curtains casting patterns over her golden hair. Across from her, perched like a hawk, sat Princess Aera, her small fingers flipping through pages of a thick book laid open on her lap.

"So," she said, tapping a page, "you shouldn't wear anything too tight around your ribs. It affects your breathing and could upset the baby." Cersei blinked at her. "Is that so?"

"Yes," Aera replied with great authority. "And your feet. They're going to swell. That's normal. But don't ignore it. Elevate them. I have a step stool if you'd like." Cersei stared. "You brought a stool?" The girl nodded happily. "I painted little dragons on it."

"...Of course you did."

Behind them, the maid stood awkwardly with a tray of sweet biscuits. Ser Gregor, the Queen's new favorite threat, loomed in the corner, looking confused but dangerous, as always. That was when the doors slammed open.

"Where in the bloody seven hells is—" King Robert halted, one hand still on the door frame. His eyes swept the room, taking in his pregnant wife seated smoothly on a chair before a very smug looking seven year old Targaryen, who sat there like she owned the place. A big book, who looked like it had seen better days, laid opened on the girls lap. And Gregor Clegame, the mountain, looking like he was guarding a secret garden tea party.

"...What," Robert said, "am I looking at?" Aera looked up brightly. "Oh, hello, Your Grace. We were just going over second-trimester essentials." Cersei, never missing a beat, sipped her tea. "She's rather informed, actually." Robert blinked. "You're meant to be in your room."

"I had permission," Aera lied smoothly. "From who?" he asked, suspicious. She smiled. "From me." Gregor made the faintest noise, like he was choking on air. Robert let out a long, tired groan and scrubbed a hand over his face. "You're seven!"

"Seven and three quarters," she corrected.

He opened his mouth again but said nothing. He had once gutted a man for calling him fat — and now a tiny dragon girl was politely explaining uterine positioning to his Queen while sipping lemon water.

"This is my life," Robert muttered, looking to the ceiling like the Seven would give him mercy. They didn't. "And Your Grace?" Aera added sweetly. "What now?"

"You really shouldn't interrupt. Stress isn't good for the baby." Robert turned slowly to leave. "I'm going to the godsdamned feast hall," he grunted. "Where the wine doesn't talk."

"You shouldn't drink so much either," she called after him. "It affects virility!" The door slammed shut. Silence. Cersei burst out laughing. "Did you just insult the King's—"

"I was helping," Aera said, folding her hands primly. "He'll thank me later." Cersei shook her head, chuckling into her tea. "Seven save us all."

—

It began innocently, like always.

Ser Jaime Lannister had done what he always did after his early patrol - wander into the Queen's solar to check on his sister, dodge responsibility, and steal a peach or two. What he didn't expect was to be met by a very stern Princess Aera, perched once more on her velvet stool, parchment in hand, brows furrowed in deep, scholarly concentration. "Ser Jaime," she said before he could even open his mouth. "You've been very irresponsible."

"...What?"

"You're the Queen's twin. That makes you legally, emotionally, and ethically 25% responsible for her pregnancy." She shut the parchment close. Her eyes glaring at the knight. He blinked. "Is that so?"

"Yes," she said seriously. "And as such, I've made you a list." She handed him a scroll she got out of nowhere. Jaime unrolled it slowly, eyes scanning the thick, neat handwriting. His brows rose.

"Foods the Queen Should Not Be Allowed to Consume Under Any Circumstances."

"Wine? Fried eel? Honeyed locusts?" he asked, reading aloud. "Where in the seven hells would she get honeyed locusts?" He looked at her in confusion, trying to think of ways where his sister could get that from. "I don't know," Aera said, "but they're dangerous. And slippery. Also, no goat cheese. Or swordfish. Or overly salted pies. My mother always had a way of getting it from somewhere."

Cersei, from her seat, looked bored and murderous. "Tell her to leave." She practically whined, to feed up with the food rule. "She has a second list," Jaime said, smirking. "I do," Aera replied, pulling it from her stack like a maester unveiling divine scripture.

"Herbal Tea Alternatives to Alleviate Swelling and Mood Swings."

Cersei sat up. "Mood swings?" She was offended. "You threw a chalice at a maid yesterday," Jaime said, remembering what happened the day, shuddering slightly. "She oversteeped my tea!"

"And I'm trying to fix that," Aera added brightly. "See? Chamomile. And lemon balm. It's known to calm nerves. I read about it in—" But the girl got interrupted by the queen. "I will put your dragon egg in the river." The princess took a deep breath before continuing. "That's rude," Aera now said calmly. "Also, I don't have it anymore. It hatched like two weeks ago. Haven't told anyone yet." Jaime gave a strangled laugh, pressing a hand to his mouth.

Aera narrowed her eyes at him. "You laugh, but you haven't even been helpful. Did you deliver the prenatal pillows I asked for?" Immediately the smile fell from his face. His eyes narrowed down at her. "I'm a knight, not a nursemaid." He tried to defend himself, but Aera ignored him. "You're a brother. Which, again, makes you 25% responsible."

"Don't let Tyrion hear that," Jaime muttered. "He'll start charging the crown for the remaining 50%." As if summoned, Tyrion peeked into the room. "Oh gods, she's still at it?" Aera then waved a new scroll in his direction. "You're on this one too." A smug smile overcame Jaime's face. "I knew I felt my ears burning," he said, walking in. "Tell me, what crimes have I committed now?"

"You made Cersei laugh too hard during a coughing fit yesterday," Aera said, handing him the "List of Visitation Restrictions During Third Trimester." Tyrion examined it. "You put me below the dog that lives in the kennels?" The youngest Lannister was offended. "He's quieter," Aera only replied.

Jaime doubled over laughing, bracing himself on the windowsill. Even Cersei chuckled despite herself. At that exact moment, King Robert burst in. Again. And stopped. Again. "...Nope," he said, turning around before Aera could speak. "Not this time. I'm going to the training yard. Where swords don't give medical advice."

As the door slammed shut behind him, Aera turned to the Lannister twins and Tyrion with a regal nod. "You're all welcome." Cersei picked up a cushion and threw it at her. Aera ducked. Tyrion caught it midair and made it a hat.

—

Now, the royal kitchens of the Red Keep had faced many terrors over the years. Ravenous kings. Drunken knights. Even Queen Rhaella once setting a pudding on fire during a fit of royal rage. But none... none had ever terrified them as much as Princess Aera on a Mission.

She burst through the kitchen doors just after noon, with the dramatic swirl of a red velvet cloak and the confidence of a seasoned warrior. Behind her waddled Beauty, her snow-white dragonling, wearing what could only be described as a custom leash made of embroidered silk, trailing behind like the world's most judgmental lapdog. His wings fluttered every few steps, and he sneezed fire twice before they'd even made it to the bread counter. Behind them both came Gregor Clegane, ducking to get through the door, glowering like a thundercloud made of muscle. The kitchen staff froze.

"Stop everything!" Aera called. "Where's the cook?" She stood there like a tiger ready to pounce onto its prey. "Wh-which one, Your Grace?" a terrified baker whispered. "All of them!"

Within minutes, five very nervous chefs were lined up beside the hearth, each holding ladles like shields and smelling vaguely of panic and rosemary. Aera marched before them like a general before battle. Beauty growled softly, sniffing a pan of roasted duck. "I've been informed," she said, pacing, "that the Queen—who is in her delicate and most treasured condition—has been suffering from indigestion." The chefs glanced at each other. No one spoke. Beauty snorted smoke at a turnip.

"I have questions," Aera said. "And I expect honesty. Because if I find one more salted pie in her chambers, there will be consequences." She pointed a finger. "You," she said, gesturing to the youngest cook. "What herbs are in the stew today?"

"B-bay leaf, parsley, and- " He barely was able to finish his sentence when he got cut off by an annoyed Aera. "No ginger?" Her brow furrowed as she glared at him. "We - we ran out..."

"Unacceptable." Aera turned to Gregor. "Ser Gregor, remind me to write a royal decree about ginger imports." Gregor only grunted. Aera spun back around to face the nervous chefs. "Where's the sweet wine you were supposed to substitute with fig water?"

Another cook looked like she might faint. "We—figs aren't in season yet, Your Grace." The glare of the princess was now on the woman. "Then substitute with pear. Or apple. Or—just anything that won't poison the Queen's liver!" Beauty, delighted by the raised voices, tried to pounce on a loaf of bread. The head cook screamed. "Stand down, Beauty," Aera said absently, patting his head like one would a misbehaving cat. He flopped down by the hearth, smoke curling lazily from his nostrils.

"Now," she continued, unrolling another list she got from Gregory's arms, who held countless other scrolls, "we're going to go over the entire pantry and mark what's safe, what's dangerous, and what's so spicy it might make the Queen breathe fire before the babe does." She paused dramatically. "And yes. I will be tasting everything."

By the time the inspection was done, five pies had been confiscated, two wine bottles shattered "by accident" (Beauty's tail), and a loaf of bread declared treasonous for being too dry. Aera was seated on a flour barrel, eating an entire lemon tart while explaining the benefits of dandelion tea. Gregor stood guard, occasionally blocking the dragon from setting things on fire. Beauty had managed to steal a leg of lamb and was now gnawing on it under the spice rack.

And the cooks? They were whispering prayers to every god in every language, all while promising to write down everything Aera suggested, twice. She finished her tart, wiped her mouth, and stood tall. "I expect a full menu revision by tomorrow," she said with a proud smile. "This is a royal pregnancy. Not a pub feast."

As she marched out of the kitchen, dragon leash in hand and Gregor trudging silently behind, one of the sous-chefs finally dared to whisper, "...The Queen might give birth to a child, but that child's already acting like their mother."

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snow-blower · 13 days ago

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❥ MY ASOIAF OC'S

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KAELITH BOLON

Love Interest - Leo Flowers (present), Jon Snow (slow-burn)

Face Claim - Yennefer of Vengerberg from The Witcher - played by Anya Chalotra.

Kaelith Bolton is the second oldest child of Roose Bolton and Bethany Ryswell. Kaelith is two years younger than her older brother, Domeric. Kaelith, as a child, was sweet and playful, constantly following her brother around like an excited puppy. It wasn't until after his death, along with her mother's, that she changed. She worked to act much alike her father, poised and cold. Kaelyth holds a great hatred for Ramsay Snow, her bastard brother, and such hatred only grows after Roose has the bastard legitimised and names him his true heir.

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IVELLE WATERS

Love interest - Sansa Stark

Face Claim - Corrine Foxworth from Flowers in the Attic Origin - played by Hannah Dodd.

Ivelle Waters is a bastard born to her whore mother, Marielle Waters and Jaime Lannister. Ivelle carries many of her father's features, which is proven to be dangerous. Fearing for her daughter's safety, especially after the incident with Robert Baratheon's bastards, Marielle sends her daughter to the North, where Ivelle becomes a servant in Winterfell during the Bolton's hold. Ivelle is known as a sweet, dreamy young girl, often found with a nice book when she's not busy with duties.

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LEO FLOWERS

Love interest - Kaelith Bolton

Face Claim - Francis II from Reign - played by Toby Regbo.

Leo Flowers is the son of an unknown knight and a whore originally from High Garden. Leo grew up in the brothel where his mother worked, up until her sudden passing. He remained there for another year or so before travelling North, where he began working in the brothel in Winter Town. Leo is known for his playful energy and perfect hair, as claimed by Kaelith Bolton, the Lady who seemed to grow attached to him after one night spent together.

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inkandarsenic · 30 days ago

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hi! i love both of your oc fics and can’t wait to read more!!

I just finished a reread of asoiaf and I’m so not over robb dying (again, even if I’ve read it before), and I saw that you have bookmarked a lot of got fics on ao3 (I feel like such a stalker lol) and I was wondering if you had any favourites or recommendations? Preferably something robb centric where he doesn’t die again haha

thanks<333

oh I'm so glad you like them! Honestly I myself am always looking for Robb centric fics on ao3 because most of what i find where he lives, the fics are still focused on Jon or Sansa, and Robb is a side character, and i just wanna read about my man being the main character in his own story. Off the top of my head though...

@rheanyraaaa has a fic on here called Water Lily where Robb marries Frey!reader and I really like that one, very nice balance of the angst and then the comfort 🙂‍↕️

The Pack Survives is pretty good, if you don't mind a Robb that lowkey sleeps with everyone. I like most of astolat's fics actually, even the Robb/Jaime ones which surprised me tbh because I honestly do not see it, can't make myself ship it. The fics are good though

embrace the world in grey lowkey rewrote my brain chemistry, and has povs from all of the starklings

Curse of the Old Gods is a Robbaery time travel fic that's got my favorite unhinged kinda dark Rob, he be going THROUGH it

Robb Returns is one of my absolute favorites, but it's not finished and is really more Ned centric tbh but I still love it

Honor Compels Me and Perennial are two other really good ones that have Robb povs but aren't necessarily Robb-centric.

#inkandarsenic #game of thrones #robb stark #ask ink #anon ask #ink reads #fic recs

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its-time-to-write · 2 years ago

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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.

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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.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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scryarchives · 2 years ago

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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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rainwingmarvel7 · 5 months ago

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Jaime Lannister (Updated Lore)

BORN: 308 AC, King’s Landing

HOUSE(S): Lannister

AFFILIATION(S): House Stark

TITLE(S): Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West

ALSO KNOWN AS: The Lion Cub

CULTURE: Westermen

RELIGION: Faith of the Seven

FATHER: Tyrion Lannister

MOTHER: Nadya Dormaire

SPOUSE(S): Rohanne Blackwater

ISSUE: Tommen, Tybolt, Cerelle, Lynora, Jocasta, and Melesa Lannister

PORTRAYED BY: William Moseley

Artwork by @murmel-malt

#game of thrones #got #game of thrones oc #got oc #asoiaf oc #oc: jaime lannister #oc: jaime waters #fic: as the raven flies

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starstruckunknown-princess · 1 year ago

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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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Likes, Comments, Reblogs are SUPER appreciated! ❤️

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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criiptiidxchiild · 2 days ago

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Game of Thrones OCs

Jocasta Arryn (deceased)

FC: Rosamund Pike

Love Interest: Elia Martell

Tereza Martell

FC: Courtney Eaton

Love Interests: R’hllor, The Crab King, Belarion, and tbd

Daemon Waters

FC: Heath Ledger

Love Interests: Podrick Payne, and maybe more idk

Daeron Waters

FC: Toby Legbo

Love Interest: tbd

Cersha Arryn

FC: Anya Taylor Joy

Love Interest: Margaery Tyrell

Alester Arryn

FC: Jaime Campbell Bower

Love Interest: Sandor Clegane

Hugo Arryn

FC: Timothee Chalamet

Love Interest: Arya Stark & Gendry Waters

#original character #asoiaf oc #game of thrones oc #game of thrones

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vigilante24ish · 4 months ago

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The Shadow Queen of Tywin Lannister

Summary:

After the death of his wife, Tywin Lannister knew he would never remarry. However, when the relationships between Targaryens & Lannisters are put into question, marriage seems to be the only choice left. To his surprise, it is himself that will get married to none other than the King’s younger sister.

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Pairing: Fem!OC x Tywin Lannister Chapter Warnings: Pregnancy Labour, Mention of Blood

Previous - Chapter 23: The Happiness a Marriage Brings Next - Chapter 25: The Start of the Rebellion

Chapter 24: Half Lion & Half-Dragon

The day of the labour came rather suddenly to all of them. Tywin and Visenya were discussing an important matter about the realm concerning the collaborations and agreements she had made with the eastern cities for trade.

Yet, halfway through the talk, Visenya had dropped her goblet to the floor and had bent forward. Not long after, her waters broke, and Maester Val had been summoned to her chambers, along with two midwives.

Tywin had been moved out of the room, as it was common, and for the first time in years, there was no true control over his thoughts. Flashbacks of the time Joanna went to labour repeated in his mind, and for a moment, he truly felt the need to just barge into the room.

Last time, he was not present, and he had to be told by the Maester that his wife had died, unable to see her in her last moments. Thankfully for him, his brother had made sure to hold him back and remind him to be patient.

If Kevan had not been of his own blood, Tywin perhaps would have punched him, but he knew his brother's statement was true. The Twins and Tyrion had been taken by a servant back to their rooms, their fear and worries clear in their green eyes as Visenya screamed due to the labour pains.

Tyrion was too young to remember, but he did not wish to see another motherly figure dying during childbirth. The Twins, on the other hand, who had a clear memory of what happened to their mother, had a different view of things.

Jaime was genuinely concerned about it, having grown to like Visenya. Cersei still did not truly tolerate her, especially because of how close she was to Jaime.

However, she did not wish to see her death upon the birthing bed, mostly because she knew it would destroy their already cold-hearted father, and she was not ready for that.

The labour had been painful; what had been described to her paled in comparison. Visenya was not one to truly scream or even lift her voice, but even she could not hold it that long before some contraction pains became too hard.

To her it felt like an eternity, her blood staining the white sheets as she kept fighting. It took some time, but in the end, the cries of a newborn were heard inside the suddenly quiet room, and Visenya could finally relax on the bed.

Somewhere during her labours, her sister came, and Visenya realized she had been squeezing her hand. Catching her breath, the Dragoness panted, and she could feel her birthing dress and her hair sticking to her skin due to sweat.

“Congratulations, my Lady, it is a healthy boy,” Maester Val said as he took the cleaned and bundled baby from one of the midwives and headed towards her.

Rhaella helped her sister to lift her upper body slightly, resting it against the pillow as the Maester passed her the baby. She placed the newborn on her chest, with her arms gently holding it like a nest, and only then did she take a good look at its face.

A patch of golden hair was on his small forehead, and upon being close to his mother, the baby opened its bright emerald eyes to look at her; his crying was long gone now that his mother was there.

“We have a Lannister. Your lord-husband will be happy” Rhaella said, offering a comforting smile to her sister.

“At least now we know a little bit what kind of name he will be given,” she said, her power to crack a joke not gone yet as her eyes never left the baby.

Just then, the door opened, and Tywin entered slowly. If he had been even the slightest worried about her health and the baby’s just a few minutes before, he did not show it. In everyone’s eyes, he was the same Lannister they all knew, with the perfect mask on and the confidence no one could match.

Rhaella understood the message and gave her sister goodbye since now it was more of a personal time for the two of them.

Tywin gave a small bow with his head to the Queen Consort, but his green eyes quickly went into the tired form of Visenya. She was lying on the bloodied bed, but she was alive, her skin a little paler than before, and her hair sticking to her skin due to the sweat.

Yet, despite having just given birth, she still looked as strong and powerful as she always did. The baby was wrapped in a white towel and was resting on her chest, right above the Dragon Whisperer Mark.

He slowly walked towards her with his body posture straight and his hands held behind his back.

“Come and meet your new son,” Visenya said and urged him to come closer.

He did just that and stopped by the side of the bed, looking down at her. She gently lifted the bundle and passed it to him, who held it in his much bigger hands with ease. Taking a step back to be closer to the window, he observed his newborn son under the sun.

His hair had the same golden hue as every Lannister, and his eyes were that bright meadow green with specs of gold. In many ways, from his colours to his face, it was clear that the boy was taking a lot after his father, but there were hints of his mother’s genes as well.

He smirked in pride upon seeing another heir, a normal one and a boy nonetheless. “A Lannister,” he pointed out as the child stared at his father with the same green eyes he had. “Tryrstan,” he said, choosing the name of the child.

Tywin then slowly returned the baby to the tired mother as she had to feed him. His green eyes studied her closely the whole time, and there was evident pride in his green eyes. To her surprise, once his hands were once again free, he bent over and kissed her forehead in a caring way that was unlike him.

The gesture made her look at him with her lips parted. She was surprised by the sudden action but happy to receive it nonetheless.

“You did well, Visenya. Couldn’t be more proud of my wife,” he continued, cupping her cheek gently before pulling back slowly.

Just then, the door creaked, and three heads popped through the small opening. Tywin rolled his eyes, but his wife motioned with her hand for them to approach since the kids were curious to see their latest sibling.

Cersei was the first to approach, expecting another deformed child, but was met with a rather cute one. Tyrion tried to see, but he could not due to his height, so Jaime lifted him onto the bed before the two boys laid their eyes on their baby brother.

“He is tiny,” Tyrion pointed out since the child was quite small for a newborn but still healthy.

“Watch how he will also outgrow you,” Cersei snapped, clearly in the mood to pick up a fight.

“What is his name?” Jaime asked, taking a few steps closer to look at the baby, his one hand holding Cersei’s.

Visenya smiled at them and turned the baby slightly so they could look at him properly. “Trystan...Trystan Lannister”

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The same year Visenya gave birth, it was the year Rhaegar married Elia Martell. As she had promised, Visenya was there for the marriage of her nephew to his beautiful Dornish bride. The couple looked happy, but there was no true love in their eyes, and the marriage was nothing more than political.

Tywin, of course, attended with half a heart, but his mood was hard to ruin since his newborn son was healthy and growing fast.

Visenya was fast to recover as well, and she seemed to have it all handled with the baby whenever it was in her arms, all while babysitting young Tyrion, who refused to leave her most of the time.

Of course, the Lion of Casterly Rock did not take lightly the constant neediness of his dwarf son, but he could do so much with Visenya present. The only of his children who still held some apathy for her was Cersei, who had tried her best to stay away from the Dragoness as much as possible.

Most of the time, she would drag Jaime with her, who was rather lonely now that Rhaegar had left for Dragonstone with his new wife, leaving him behind in the Red Keep.

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281 AC – Harrenhal, RiverLands – Seat of Power: Aerys II Targaryen

It was said by many historians and Maesters of the near future that the specific year was a cursed one. Many believed that it was the starting point of the incoming war and the darkness that would spread over Westeros.

It would also be the beginning of the end for the Targaryen dynasty, and it all had started by the name of a man named Varys.

The mysterious man from the Free Cities had become rather popular in his little network of spies, and King Aerys had wasted no time to bring him over as part of his court. Of course, the King never truly knew that his sister had already met the bold eunuch a long time ago.

Their reunion was short and formal and did not expose any of their past together, although even that past was limited to a few days time so many years ago.

Visenya, however, did keep Tywin informed, who already knew that his wife had interacted with him when she learnt of the assassination attempt against young Prince Rhaegar.

Busy with her son Trystan, the matters of the realm and the two boys of Tywin, the Dragoness had her hands rather full. She kept contact with her nephew on Dragonstone but was mostly occupied with the latest trouble; the Kingswood Brotherhood.

They have been harassing highborns around the Kingswood for some time now and have caused a lot of trouble lately. Tywin and Visenya formed a plan, one that, surprisingly, the King did not object to.

They would send a force of men, with at least five of the seven King’s guards. The battle did not last long, and soon, the Brotherhood was defeated, although one of the King’s Guard, Ser Harlan Grandison, died in his sleep shortly after.

Among those that fought was Jaime, who was just at the age of 5 & 10. He was knighted by Ser Arthur Dayne for his bravery and skills and was officially a recognisable, proud knight of the 7 Kingdoms.

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Soon after, the great Tourney was held in Harrenhal by Lord Whent in honour of his daughter’s name day. It would be the biggest one to ever take place, lasting 10 whole days and with rewards promised that were thrice as much as what Tywin had offered in the Tourney for Viserys’ name day.

And everything started at that Tourney...

Prince Rhaegar would participate, so he visited Harrenhal with his wife, Elia. To support her nephew, who had also requested her presence, Visenya had also travelled to Harrenhal with one-year-old Trystan, Jaime and many Lannister men, some of whom would compete in the Jousting.

There, she met again the now adult Robert Baratheon, whom she had not seen since his father’s funeral, the future Lord of the North, Eddard Stark and many others.

To almost everyone’s surprise, Aerys attended alone despite his weakened body and mind.

He was not planning to attend, but Varys whispered to his ear that Rhaegar had arranged the tournament as a pretext to meet with several high lords to discuss removing his father from the position of king in an informal Great Council.

Fuelling his paranoia, Aerys had attended, and that forced Tywin to stay back to ensure King’s Landing was in good hands. However, he also did not wish to be more in the King’s Presence than he had to.

The two siblings sat next to each other in the Royal Booth along with Elia, but Aerys barely spared a glance at his sister. He had heard of her birth, but upon seeing the child being another Lannister, his face twisted, and he had stormed out of the room.

After that, he barely acknowledged his own nephew or his sister, whom, in his eyes, he saw as a conspirator. He was certain that she had her hand in this sinister plan of Rhaegar, working alongside Tywin to bring him down, but he was not going to allow her or any of them.

To make sure to harm Tywin, Aerys had done the unpredictable and named Jaime as a King’s guard, forcing him to take the oath of never having titles, land, wife or children. This meant that Jaime was no longer the next Lord of Casterly Rock, and when Tywin eventually found out, he became furious.

Amongst other things, Aerys had sent Jaime back to King’s Landing to guard the queen and Viserys, thus forbidding him from participating in the 7-day Tourney.

Visenya chose to stay, despite the pleas of her good-son or the letters from her husband, wishing to be there for Rhaegar. Yet, as she would look back at those days, a much older version of herself would regret that decision.

Why?

She ended up being present at the first spark of the upcoming war when her nephew became the winner of the jousting. He had the right to name a woman as the new queen of love and beauty, and instead of choosing his own wife, he instead chose the northern beauty Lyanna Stark.

The Gossip spread like wildfire that day since not only was Rhaegar married, but the Stark girl was engaged and promised to Robert himself, who happened to be sitting close by when Rhaegar presented with a crown of blue winter roses.

The very same night, Visenya herself had a long talk with him, which many would describe as a mother scolding their child. By the end of the Tourney, the Dragoness thought that her nephew had realized his mistake and would stay away from Lyanna, but she was mistaken.

So mistaken.

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