#leo.fic

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Tip one: don't refer to the younger crowd as such, they can sense the clueless-outsider-taught-by-old-fuddy-duddies a mile away. That was a freebie, from Jazz's mouth to Prime's audial! Unfortunately, said freebie came just a little too late to be worth slag, because one of the kids'd bitingly told Prime to try being 'more relatable and less like a portent of Ultra-American wartech' and their buddies'd agreed. It wasn't Prime's fault the U.S. flag was him-colored; Prime, bless his stupidly giving and compassionate spark, didn't mention this and instead asked how he could be more relatable. The question was like chum to Sharkticons.

read my fic where prowl is trying to convince optimus theyre not getting instagram for the autobots

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read my silly little transangelic exodus/you are jeff homage text adventure poem thing online today!

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tree bit him

Stark had wrapped his cut fingers while Jaime had righted himself, and Cassel handed over his gorget; the metal was undented, if scuffed and dirty. When Jaime looked to see what it had been caught on, he was quite annoyed to see it was, in fact, a tree root that appeared to have shown itself to the sun for the sole purpose of his humiliation. "What on earth did you cut yourself on?" Jaime blurted. The wood was quite whole, and Stark's fingers had been cut cleanly. His gorget was well finished, so as not to be a hazard to the wearer. Stark- hesitated. "No matter. Can you ride?" Jaime stared at the man, then looked to Cassel. Why on earth would Stark refuse to answer?

jaime gets stuck, trant goes off to gossip, ned helps and jory handles a horse

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

atheist's prayers

Jaime casts a hopeless thought to the Warrior. Grant me the strength to hold fast.  To the Mother- grant me the courage to hold fast.  And To the Father- grant me the honor to hold fast. 

new fic time!!!!

#kingslayer does kingslaying #avowed atheist prays without expectation and its rewarded. or maybe not!! #maybe its placebo

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

last man standing

When Rickard Stark and his heir ride into the Red Keep, Jaime is the only one left. Jonathor is dead, Barristan is injured and captured- if the reports are true, he has sworn himself already to Baratheon's cause- and Lewyn died also. Half his brothers are gone in one battle; the other half are gone also, summoned away by the Prince. Jaime wishes, fervently, that he'd been called to ride by their sides. He wishes he was home with his loving sister, his young brother and their cold father. He wishes, with a passion that frightens himself, that he'd dashed his skull to bloody bits diving from the cliffs those years ago.

[prowl-autism-extraordinaire]

home and where it isnt

Fwirl marshalled her thoughts, tail flicking. "If I left the Abbey tomorrow," she started, looking back through the trees at the red sandstone spires, still visible. "If I left- I could come back. The gates wouldn't be closed to me. A week, a season, ten seasons- I could come back."

"You," Tagg said, his voice hard, "Were raised by woodlanders. You are pretty, and small, and soft-spoken. You look like them. You talk like them. You think like them."

Fwirl looked at him again. He was staring fixedly at the trunk of the tree she perched in. She read anger in the set of his shoulders, the shiver of his whiskers. Anger, and misery. 

"I do," she agreed, because it was true. "And that's why I know you'd be welcome back, too. If you need to leave, to be under the trees and stars and carry a knife and be called a different name, you can. Nobody will stop you." 

"If I leave," Filorn's son said, looking exactly like his sister, like his mother, like his father must have looked, "I won't come back."

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The Kingslayer, the Lannister heir, was paling, then flushing, the color fleeing his face and crawling back up his throat, his ears, his cheeks. Brienne found her tongue. "Do you think you will survive returning him to his father after- after you violate him? Lord Lannister is not the sort of man to forgive an injury to his heir." Locke laughed outright. "I think Tywin Lannister has enough to worry about. Go on, Lady of the Sapphires. Waste this man's hard work to make you valuable."

new fic dropped

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accommodations

"Have you had a chance to examine the grounds? There is a tower- very well maintained, might I add- on the North end of the keep. Perhaps we could explore a bit more of our accommodations." Her smile was tight and sharp and perfect. "Dear brother, I desire nothing more." Her eyes dropped, to a part of him she did desire, and then she turned and left him, smiling like a fool.

missing scene from canon, where jaime and cersei decide to meet at the broken tower<3