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Ship Tag Series — Aisling Greyjoy x Jaime Lannister

Aisling stood, from where she was hidden amongst the Stark bannermen. "My Lady - Sansa," she corrected herself, as all eyes turned to her.  "I don't ask you to trust him, but do you--have you ever trusted me?" "Of course," Sansa replied without hesitation.  Perhaps not her smartest move, but it was true, she had trusted Aisling for their entire lives, and would never forget how much the older girl had risked to protect her in King's Landing.  Even after so many years apart, there was no one that she trusted more. Aisling smiled softly, before continuing.  "There is no one, no one," she repeated, glaring at the Dragon Queen, "who could ever understand your hatred and mistrust of House Lannister more than I do.  I lived through the same torture as you."  The for you went unsaid, but Aisling knew that her friend was remembering the same as she was.  "But Jaime is not his sister.  He is not his father, or his nephew, or even his brother.  Yes, he killed the Mad King, to stop him from murdering thousands, but the Mad King burned your uncle and grandfather alive." Daenerys moved to speak, but Aisling plowed on.   "This is not an accusation," she continued, as if she hadn't seen the supposed queen move, "merely facts.  Lord Jaime did not start the war, he only ended it.  He has not always been a good man, most of us have not, especially in times of war.  But since his father gave me to him, he has been nothing but kind, nothing but honest.  I do not ask you to trust him, but trust me, Sansa.  Trust that I would never allow anyone to hurt you under my watch."

(inspired by @aliverse)

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aisling and jamie 5 song playlist?

Lover.  Fighter., SVRCINA

You and I are on each other's side / So take my hand and we'll march to the front lines

Dancing With Our Hands Tied, Taylor Swift

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

I loved you in spite of / Deep fears that the world would divide us

I'd kiss you as the lights went out / Swaying as the room burned down / I'd hold you as the water rushes in / If I could dance with you again

King And Lionheart, Of Monsters And Men

Howling ghosts they reappear / In mountains that are stacked with fear / But you're a king and I'm a lionheart.

And as the world comes to an end / I'll be here to hold your hand / Cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart.

All I’ve Ever Known, Hadestown

I was alone so long / I didn't even know that I was lonely / Out in the cold so long / I didn't even know that I was cold

All I've ever known is how to hold my own / But now I wanna hold you, too

You take me in your arms / And suddenly there's sunlight all around me / Everything bright and warm / And shining like it never did before / And for a moment I forget / Just how dark and cold it gets

Meet Me On The Battlefield, SVRCINA

Meet me on the battlefield / Even on the darkest night / I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage / And you will be mine

Send me a ship (romantic or platonic) and I’ll make a five song playlist

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Jaisling Xmas Extravaganza

Aisling let out a happy laugh at her two favorite girls and the expression Jazz made after picking up their little one. “She’s not as light as she used to be, aye, babe?” she asked, winking at her wife. A warm, beautiful feeling ran down to her fingertips and toes as she thought of how far she and Jazz had come. Married, in such a nice place. With such a damn cute kid, who they loved and cherished equally. It was a dream come true and something she might not have dreamed of way back when, during their slightly complicated beginning. As she listened to Jazz and Wednesday talk of tigers, she rolled her eyes in a motherly way. Then she cracked open an egg, quickly adding it to the flour. At the question, the brunette screwed up her face, placed her index finger on the flour bit of the ingredients, and placed some on the little girl’s nose. After she did that, she turned to respond to her wife (hell yeah, wife! Suck is homosexual haters at Southern Baptist! Suck- iiiiiit), “Could be nice t’ have a tiger runnin’ about.” Both her eyebrows rose, “But I think we’ll have to pass. I don’t want my only daughter getting’ eaten when the fella’ gets right hungry, you know?”

Jazz gave Ais a hearty chuckle. "Well maybe we can start out with a tiny tiger and teach him not to eat people. I think you can train them like that. We can also teach it tricks, like roll over and sit." She gave her wife one of her signature goofy faces with an enthusiastic nod. Jazz was just as excited about the kitty they were getting Wednesday for Christmas as the little girl was for her "tiger".  "What do you want to name the tiger?" She asked as she waltzed behind the kitchen island and dipped her finger in Aisling's batter. Her face scrunched up in disgust as she realized the mix was only eggs and flour so far. "Babe, I think this needs sugar." she mumbled behind a towel as she tried to rub the taste off her tounge.

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Jaisling Xmas Story

“Hey, hey!” Aisling mumbled, nearly dropping the bowl of flour in her hands. She and Jazz’s daughter, Wednesday, had been running around the kitchen in excitement. Christmas carols blared through the air, and being their daughter, the little one had to make a performance. “What where you’re going, sport.”

Wednesday stopped in her tracks, but somehow managed to keep moving without…moving. “I’m so excited! It’s Christy-mas, mommy!” She crinkled her tiny nose, turning to her other mother. “And mama! I don’t ever think I had a Christy-mas I didn’t like!”

With joy, Wednesday yanked at Jazz’s shirt. A sweet, yet mischievous smile alight on her baby face.

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[13-Dec-14 2:03:59 AM] Micaela Gonzalez-Boschetti: The apartment came to life as Christmas music filled the space. Jessica watched her daughter dance around the room, her little body never seemed to stop moving, it was fascinating and absolutely hilarious all at the same time. “Aw, well that’s good, cutie.” She said as she reached down and swooped the little ball of energy up in her arms. She regretted picking her up almost instantly, fifty six pounds was a lot of Jazz’s tiny frame. She settled the little girl on the kitchen counter, her back thanked her as she gave out a little sigh of relief as the weight vanished from her arms.

“What do you think, Santa’s going to bring you this year?” the red head asked, her smile widening as Wednesday’s eyes lit up. “a tiger!” the little one answered, throwing her arms up in the air, flailing this way and that. Jessica laughed, “Where would you even keep the tiger?”

“In my room.” Wednesday answered matter-of-factly. “Oh really?” Jessica replied quizzically. “I don’t think Eva would be too happy about that.” She added on. “What do you think Ais about this tiger business she’s on about, hmm?” [13-Dec-14 2:16:40 AM] Eleanor Gray { Online-ish }: Aisling let out a happy laugh at her two favorite girls and the expression Jazz made after picking up their little one. “She’s not as light as she used to be, aye, babe?” she asked, winking at her wife. A warm, beautiful feeling ran down to her fingertips and toes as she thought of how far she and Jazz had come. Married, in such a nice place. With such a damn cute kid, who they loved and cherished equally. It was a dream come true and something she might not have dreamed of way back when, during their slightly complicated beginning.

As she listened to Jazz and Wednesday talk of tigers, she rolled her eyes in a motherly way. Then she cracked open an egg, quickly adding it to the flour.

At the question, the brunette screwed up her face, placed her index finger on the flour bit of the ingredients, and placed some on the little girl’s nose. After she did that, she turned to respond to her wife (hell yeah, wife! Suck is homosexual haters at Southern Baptist! Suck- iiiiiit), “Could be nice t’ have a tiger runnin’ about.” Both her eyebrows rose, “But I think we’ll have to pass. I don’t want my only daughter getting’ eaten when the fella’ gets right hungry, you know?”