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@youngestdcg (as discussed)

Jaime Lannister had learned the hard way that a 700 mile journey with a pregnant woman might have been less traumatic had they chosen a mode of transport other than a car.

He'd thought it would be exciting, making the journey from Casterly Rock to Dorne with his fiancée, their last before the arrival of their baby girl, and yet what should have been a journey of around fifteen hours, it had taken them the better part of two days, thanks to the frequent need for bathroom breaks and rests. At least the owner of the villa Jaime had hired for them understood the circumstances and allowed them to change their booking, albeit with Jaime parting with a further thousand gold dragons in the process (a fact he did not intend on making Iren privy to).

When they do finally arrive, Jaime is beyond exhausted. The moment the owner leaves them, he collapses upon the king-sized bed with a sigh, gesturing for Iren to join him.

"We'll fly here next time," he murmurs into her hair as he pulls her close. "Although I don't think I ever wish to leave...I never want to drive so far again."

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@loraeis (as discussed)

Fingers toy with soft curls as Loras sleeps atop his chest. The hour is still early and Jaime has not slept near half as much as he would have liked, but waking and watching how the Italian sunrise casts its glow over his lover is too good to miss.

It has been a year since they'd slipped beyond the simple realm of friendship and made things official between them. It had not been quite so easy for Jaime, of course. No one, save for Tyrion, knew of his sexuality and it was the first time he had ever entered into any form of relationship with a man. But a year on, with his secret finally out, he had never been happier. They'd taken a trip to Italy to celebrate.

Eyes drift closed again and soon, he falls to sleep when he wakes several hours later, he finds himself alone in the bed. He sits up with a frown, but is quick to notice the sound of the shower running. Soon enough it stops and he hears the door open.

"If you'd waited, I might have joined you," he calls with a smirk. "Come back to bed."

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@youngestdcg said "is it true what they're saying?" (As discussed)

He can scarcely look at her. For the past five years, he'd hardly taken his eyes off of her, yet now he could not stand it. Did not deserve to.

"I was his first, not you..."

His twin's words still echo in his mind, swarming his thoughts like bees. The memories have returned too...he can feel her blows each time he closes his eyes, can feel the shame he had felt just as strongly now as he did ten years ago.

He supposes he had repressed it. Told himself it was his fault. And Iren had been a welcome distraction. She had loved him, cared about him. Never once had she hurt him, scorned him. All she had ever done was love him.

He will miss the latter most of all.

He sits back in his seat, runs a hand over his face. He could lie, yet what good would that do? They had just got engaged four days prior...lying would render the situation even less salvageable.

"Yes," is his simple answer, unbidden tears stinging his eyes now. "But...not in the way she says..."

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Jaime & Cat II Modern au

@musenssang

He wakes alone, hand finding nothing but cold sheets when he reaches over to the side of the bed where his new bride ought to have been laying.

It is then that he feels the cool breeze on his bare skin, having cast the sheets aside during the night, and sits up to the sight of Cat sitting on the balcony, the Dornish sunlight making her auburn hair glow as if it were aflame.

She truly is a thing of beauty, and Jaime will never cease in thanking the Gods that she is his. They've only been together a year, but Jaime had fallen fast and asked her to marry him after three moons. They'd wed on their first anniversary, flying to Dorne that night to spend two weeks their for their honeymoon.

With a smile, he rises from the bed, seeking his underwear from where he had discarded it the previous night and pulling it on before he goes outside to join her. Stooping slightly, he kisses her before taking the seat opposite her.

"Good morning, my love."

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@pyrinas (as discussed)

He'd never known exhaustion like it. He could likely count on one hand the number of nights he has slept for more than four hours in the past six weeks, but he's certain he would not wish it another way.

She'd came into the world a week late with a far from kind labour, but she had in turn rewarded both he and Iren by changing their lives for the better. Parenthood is something neither of them had longed for, but their little Ophelia had destroyed that notion entirely.

She's asleep upon his chest now as he rests on the sofa beside his fiancée, the soft glow of the lights on the tree painting the room gold as they watch yet another terrible Christmas movie.

"I hope she doesn't inherit your horrible taste in films..."

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@youngestdcg said "Christ, you'll be the death of me" from here.

Head turns upon the pillow, eyes meeting hers. One brow quirks in amusement, complimenting the smirk that makes itself known upon his lips. He'd just rolled off of her mere moments ago and there is a deep satisfaction knowing that he has rendered her in such a way.

It is a rare night alone, Tyrion watching their daughter to allow the pair to spend some time with one another. The girl is almost a year old and Jaime realises it is the first time she has stayed the night with her uncle. He can only hope she settles...

"I should hope not," Jaime chuckles, pulling her into his arms. "Do you know how much courage it took me to even ask you out for that drink? I doubt I can go through that again with another person."

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@thescaledqueen sent 💔 for an angsty starter

Fingers twist the ring around and around on his finger. It has been three weeks since he'd lost Brienne, yet it still seems wholly unreal. He has scarcely eaten nor slept since. He anticipates her coming through the door any moment, or scolding him for leaving dirty laundry in the bathroom.

Shireen, his neice who had become like a daughter to them, had been in the car too, though her injuries had been minimal. Brienne had been lost instantly.

"I keep thinking I'll wake up soon..." he murmurs as he sits with Shireen on the couch. "And she'll be here..."

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[Wrong Text] Did you see her dress? Was she trying to out do me?

[Wrong Text] Why is she so jealous of me? How about I show a bit more leg next outing. I'm sure she'll find a reason to whine to her brother.

@severityforgreatness

[Text: Margaery Tyrell] I doubt this was meant for me but...

[Text: Margaery Tyrell] You're more than welcome to show a bit more leg next time you're around me 😈