#OC: Tymon Lannister
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Hi yes y'all officially have a face to go with the name Tymon Lannister. Thank you so much to @sleazyjanet I cannot tell you how absolutely PERFECT he is
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Run Home, Lion Cub
Rating: Mature
CW/TW: violence, language, guns, Tymon Lannister (cause that man needs his own warning)
lots of love and hugs to @queenopresskenobi for letting me be a part of this world and write for her amazing characters!! if you want to read more from this Western AU, definitely check out her My Dear Elayna series!!
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“Howdy.” Lyanna said as she pulled the door open, a smile creeping across her face.
Her black bandana had been pulled under her chin, but her hat blocked her eyes. Tymon Lannister sputtered as he went backwards down the front steps and back with the men he brought with him.
“You’re not…” Lyanna heard someone in the crowd say and she snorted.
“How embarrassing this must be for you, lion cub, to fail so spectacularly.” Lyanna tilted her head up ever so slightly so they could all see the glint in her eyes as she rested a hand on one of her revolvers and started casually tapping her fingers against it.
“We have no quarrel with you, Stark.” Tymon called and Lyanna let out a low chuckle at that. Her off hand was slung on the front of her belt, and she kept her good hand hovering over the revolver.
“You sure about that, lion cub?” She watched as Tymon bristled at being called a cub. “Last I recall, you shot one of my men. Not to mention…” Lyanna trailed off as she looked at the crowd behind Tymon with their torches and pitchforks.
“Where is Elayna, Stark?” Tymon spat it out in the air, as if Lyanna’s last name was an insult.
“Oh, the woman who left your slimy ass at the altar?” Lyanna’s voice was full of mockery. “She’s right where she belongs. Out of your reach. So I suggest you take these men and get off this goddamn property.” Lyanna kept politely smiling, as if this was a conversation she had everyday. Her off hand didn’t move from the front of her belt, but she twitched the fingers of her good hand over her revolver. Some of the men in the crowd took a step back at the motion. Lyanna’s smile curled away from politeness and bent towards cruel.
“You’ll regret this, Stark.” Tymon called and Lyanna laughed.
“Oh I surely doubt that, lion cub.” Lyanna said. After a tense moment of silence, she used her off hand and drew her revolver. Before any of Tymon’s men could react, Lyanna had already fired, shooting Tymon in the shin. He cried out in pain as his leg crumpled beneath him, and one of his men grabbed under his arm to keep him standing. “Now get!” Lyanna raised her voice, gun still pointed at Tymon. “Before I decide to start aiming higher.” Tymon grumbled and motioned for his men to get back on their horses. “Seban!” Lyanna called out, and a man with a dark beard stopped moving and barely turned to face her. “I have a letter for you. From your sister.” Lyanna tossed the letter out into the still night and Seban walked the few steps to pick it up from the ground.
“Thank you.” Seban said it so quietly that Lyanna almost missed it. She gave him a nod and then turned her attention back to the rest of the men.
“Run home, lion cub!” Lyanna called out in Tymon’s direction. “Do me a favor, spit on Tywin’s grave when you get there?” Lyanna smiled again at Tymon’s tense posture on his horse as he whipped his head around to glare at her.
“Lyanna.” She heard Will whisper from the window behind her. “That was uncalled for.” She shrugged and kept her gaze forward.
“Eh. Worth it.”
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#cause people seemed excited about lyanna earlier this week hehe#game of thrones#game of thrones oc#western au#game of thrones with lee#written by lee#oc lyanna stark#oc will snow#other people's ocs#oc: elayna reyne#oc: tymon lannister#oc: seban reyne
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Don't look at me, this is short but filthy.
Warnings: NSFT (D/s dynamics, heavily implied brat taming, implied orgasm denial, light bondage, mirror sex)
"Oh, I've been here and there." Elayna shrugs. "Your uncle was nice enough to let me tag along with him on his work trip over the past three months. I got some very valuable experience."
For a second, Elayna swears she sees a flash of jealousy in Tymon's eyes.
"I see." Tymon hums. "I'm surprised. He normally travels alone." He takes a sip from the champagne flute.
"I was too. I'm very honored he decided to invite me."
"And where all did you go?" She can tell Tymon doesn't want to ask. The presence of other people demands he does.
"France, Italy, and Spain." Elayna hums. "Most of the trip was in Paris."
"And how was Paris?" Tymon nearly spits the words out.
Elayna nearly whines. Tyland carefully wraps her hair around his fist. The gentle nature is at odds with the way his hips slam into hers. When he pulls her head back, it's controlled and insistent.
Elayna sees her face in the mirror. She looks utterly wrecked, her mascara running down her face in thick tracks. Her lipstick is completely smudged, lips swollen and bruised. Her neck has no hickies, but her chest is covered, bruises blossoming all over her skin. Her dress is bunched around her middle, having been shoved below her tits and hiked up over her hips.
"Ty-" She catches herself on the whine of his name. Tyland arches an eyebrow. He doesn't look nearly the mess Elayna does, mostly due to the fact his suit is still on. His tie is off, though, wrapped around her wrists to keep them together and bound behind her back. His jacket and shirt are wrinkled. Lipstick covers his neck, and his hair is mussed. "Mr. Lannister, please."
Her voice comes out broken and needy. Tyland hums.
"Are you sorry?" The only betrayal to his conversational tone is the way his breath comes out. Elayna clenches, and Tyland nearly lets out a hiss. She can see his jaw clenching. He shifts his stance, fucking up into her at a deep angle. Elayna nearly shrieks. Her eyes roll into the back of her head for a second. She does her best to nod her head. Tyland clicks his tongue. "Use your words."
"Yes! I'm sorry!" Tears begin prickling at the corners of her eyes again. "Please! Please, Mr. Lannister, I'm sorry! Please let me cum!"
Tyland slows down for a second. Elayna nearly cries again until she sees his wicked grin in the mirror. He kicks her ankles out a little wider.
"Since you asked nicely." He says it so calmly, almost benignly, as if he isn't balls deep in her. "You may."
He drops one hand down to her clit. Elayna can't even wail as the breath is knocked from her lungs. She realizes she's chanting, a single phrase over and over as she tumbles over the edge.
"Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you."
"It was nice. I'd be willing to go back again."
#blurbs: modern au#oc: elayna reyne#Tyland Lannister x OFC#Tyland Lannister x OC#NSFT#Blurbs: sugar baby Elayna#oc: tymon lannister
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My Dear Elayna
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ugh7Zix
by thesithformerlyknownaskenobi
Summary: In which Tymon Lannister writes a series of letters to his dear friend Elayna Reyne
Western AU, HotD/GoT crossover
This is a dark fic!
Words: 2578, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), Game of Thrones (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen, Tywin Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister
Relationships: Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen/Original Female Character(s), Original Character/Original Character
Additional Tags: Unrequited Love, Stalking, Branding, Gaslighting, Alternate Universe - Western, Dark fic, OC-centric, Murder, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, implied drugging, Possessive Behavior
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The Seven: The Warrior
Summary: When Aegon flees after Viserys’ death, Aemond Targaryen is made King. Now, at the end of the Dance of Dragons, the last obstacle in his way is Daemon Targaryen. As Aemond’s friend and confidant, Elayna Reyne waits, and prays, for the King’s safe return. For her friend’s safe return. Perhaps even for her love’s safe return.
King Aemond AU!
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x OFC (Elayna Reyne), Aemond Targaryen x Elayna Reyne, unrequited OC x OFC (Tymon Lannister x Elayna Reyne god please never let me type that again)
Warnings: Period typical sexism, possessive and downright creepy behavior (thanks Tymon), a lil’ NSFT with some dirty talk
Author’s note: Hi yes hello! Are y’all ready for the introduction of both my OCs, Elayna Reyne and Tymon Lannister? Because here they are! Big thanks to @book-of-baba-fett for beta’ing and @writingbylee for letting me bounce ideas off them!
Elayna kneels before the altar in the Sept. Her knees ache from being on the cold stone floor, but she does not care.
“May the Father defend the King in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered.” Her lips move with her prayer, but no sound escapes them. “May the Mother extend mercy towards the King and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant the King favorable conditions and lend strength so that the King may return home. May the Smith help the King fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give the King wisdom and guidance when he needs it most.” Elayna pauses and swallows. “May the Maid keep me safe if the worst should happen.” She breathes in, and her lips curve. “May the King deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”
She has no idea how long she’s been in the Sept, praying. She came into the Sept at the hour of ghosts, unable to sleep. She hasn’t been able to sleep at all over the past week. When she does, her dreams are filled with her worst fears come to life. Those fears are why she kneels in front of the altar. Elayna knows she can do nothing in this situation but pray.
“May the Father defend the King in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards the King and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant the King favorable conditions and lend strength so that the King may return home. May the Smith help the King fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give the King wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May the Maid keep me safe if the worst should happen. May the King deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”
The wax drips down the side of the altar. Touching the wax hurts from how hot it is. Strangely, it seems almost translucent. Then again, the flames from the candles are low, so low they don’t fight the darkness creeping in from the outside. Elayna does not care. She doesn’t need to be able to see. Sometimes, she thinks her prayers whispered in the dark are answered more often than those whispered in the light of day.
“May the Father defend Aemond in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards Aemond and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant Aemond favorable conditions and lend strength so that Aemond may return home. May the Smith help Aemond fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give Aemond wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May the Maid keep me safe if... If the worst should happen. May Aemond deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger tonight for eternity.”
Elayna didn’t realize how much her chest hurt until she spoke Aemond’s name. She can’t explain it. Her being feels lighter knowing she had the courage to finally use his name in the prayer instead of calling him by his title.
She’s done a lot of prayers in Aemond’s name. All of them have been answered, though. Elayna bites the inside of her cheek. Hopefully, this one will be looked upon favorably as well.
Aemond hasn’t been King long. Aegon fled upon hearing the news of Viserys’s death, which meant Aemond became King. All things considered, Aegon probably did the Realm a favor fleeing. Everyone knows he would not be suited. Once Aemond had confided in Elayna he would make a much better King than Aegon, and Elayna agreed. Perhaps she was biased, though.
Aemond is her...
She calls Aemond her friend. He is more than that in her mind, but she dare not say so aloud.
Does Aemond feel the same way about her? She knows she is his friend; he has called her that on several occasions, although mostly in private. He did not need to do so in public. Elayna cannot count the number of times people have commented on their friendship. Plenty of people have made the observation she is one of the few people who has managed to make her way past some of Aemond’s walls.
Aemond trusts her. This is an undeniable fact. He would come to her when needing advice or simply someone to listen to before the war. Since it started, though, he has come more and more often to ask for her opinion. Not just as his friend but as his confidant. He talked battle plans and strategic maneuvers to her. She does not know- did not know his family as he did, but she knew enough to give him feedback. Elayna also has ears; she listens in Court and then tells Aemond what might be useful. Gossip can be utilized in a surprising number of ways.
Elayna breathes deep. Her chest still feels tight and constricted, although not nearly to the extent it did before. She shifts. The noise her dress makes as she moves feels eerily loud in the silence. No one is around.
Perhaps. Perhaps she should be honest. The Seven know her heart so she does not need to hide.
“May the Father defend...” She begins. Her chest hurts. Elayna takes a deep breath and blinks back tears.
“May the Father defend my King, my love, my Aemond, in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards my love and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant my love favorable conditions and lend strength so that my love may return home. May the Smith help my love fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give my love wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May the Maid keep me safe if Aemond should fail. May my love deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”
Elayna sits back on her heels. She lifts her head to give her aching neck a reprieve. As she looks at the ceiling, things seem... different. She has no way of telling if it’s because her prayers are being answered or if it’s because she’s being honest with herself.
She loves Aemond. Not in the way a subject should love their King or a friend loves another friend, but in the way only a, well, lover can. Every fiber of her being, every square inch of her soul, loves Aemond. She belongs to Aemond, if he will have her.
That is where her fears lie. She doesn’t know what she will do if he doesn’t want her like she wants him. If she tells him, she risks ruining everything. He may not even want her in his life anymore, and the thought alone feels as if she is being ripped into thousands of pieces. She would risk certain death for him.
She has risked it for him.
When Rhaenyra came, she slipped through the tunnels like a thief in the night. Elayna had been with Aemond when the fighting began. She doesn’t remember everything, details getting lost in the shuffle. All she remembers is Rhaenyra advancing upon Aemond. Elayna did what she had to do; she jumped between them.
It was a bold move and could have been a stupid move, but Elayna didn’t let herself think. If she did, she would have panicked. Instead, she lets herself be guided by her instinct. For once, she was thankful she was forced to spend so much time with the Lannisters. No one expects a Reyne to be able to talk like a Lannister, cajole and convenience like one. Elayna did it, though.
Sometimes she wonders. Did she put respect on the name of House Reyne? Surely she did because her actions meant Aemond’s men were able to turn the tide and capture Rhaenyra, but at the same time. She knows people see her differently. Elayna mostly sees it from people who are wary of Lannisters. They give her looks she has given Jason and Tyland and Tymon when she thought they were not paying attention. Part of Elayna wishes to desperately reach out and offer something, anything, to prove she’s not manipulative like them.
Ironically, if she does, Elayna knows she will be seen as even more manipulative.
Elayna sighs softly. She can feel her head start to get clouded and heavy with unpleasant thoughts. She breathes through her nose. They don’t matter. What matters right now, more than anything, is Aemond comes back safe and sound. It does not matter if he loves her or how people perceive her. All that matters is he is alive.
The rest can be dealt with in time.
“May the Father defend my-”
A door squeals. The groan of rusty hinges seems so loud in the dark. Elayna whips her head to look over her shoulder. Footsteps echo as someone comes down the stairs. She watches with baited breath. The candles by the foot of the staircase, low in the wicks, reveal someone Elayna would rather not see.
Tymon Lannister smiles at Elayna. It isn’t the sweet or charismatic smile reserved for the public or people he’s trying to convince he’s a decent man. It’s the cruel, slightly sadistic smile he seems to reserve specifically for her.
“Elayna Reyne.” He greets. His footsteps seem so loud. Elayna glares at him.
“Tymon. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
She wants to turn back to the altar, but she knows better. One never turns their back on an enemy, and Tymon is more than just an enemy. Elayna’s most violent and vicious dreams often involve her hurting him. Not necessarily killing him, though. Killing him in those dreams would be a kindness, one she is not willing to extend even when it does not matter.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
Elayna’s brow furrows. It could be a lucky guess, but something tells her he knows more than he’s letting on.
“No.” She eventually admits. “I was having terrible dreams.”
“I remember.��� Tymon stops once he’s standing beside her. “You would always sneak off into the Sept at Casterly Rock when you couldn’t sleep.”
“How do you know that?” Elayna’s eyebrow shoots into her hairline. Tymon makes a noise as he kneels beside her.
“We’ve been over this, Elayna.” He sounds as if he’s talking down to her, as if she forgot something important. She bristles at his tone. “I pay attention to things about you.”
“Because you’re fond of me, yes.” Elayna resists the urge to roll her eyes and instead looks forward.
“You remembered. I thought time with our dear King would have made you forget.”
Elayna purses her lips. She wants to ask him what he’s doing, what his angle is, but she doesn’t. No doubt she will lose her temper if provoked today.
“Time with our King doesn’t mean I would forget that.” While her words were nice, her tone makes it clear she does not mean them in a sympathetic way. “What do you want?”
“I came to pray.”
Elayna looks at him. While it could very well be a cover, Tymon seems serious.
“At this hour? Why?”
“I could ask the same of you.’
“I’m praying for the King’s safety.”
“Something you seem to be doing often.” Even in the low light, Elayna sees Tymon’s smirk. “My prayer is not nearly as important as yours since yours concerns the King.”
Elayna huffs and turns her head back to the altar.
“You make it sound as if I determine the validity of prayers.”
“Oh, I know you don’t.” Tymon sounds far too delighted with himself. Elayna steels herself. No doubt he’s going to try and undermine her in some way. He leans in, far too close than he should. She can feel his breath on her skin, almost feel his lips on her ear. “You may have the King’s ear, but you will never have the ear of the Seven. I’m afraid even they are beyond your reach.”
Elayna turns her head. Tymon has moved back some, but he’s still so close his nose almost touches hers.
“If the Seven are beyond my reach, then they are certainly out of yours.”
Tymon looks as if she’d struck him. Elayna fights to keep her face straight, to not let her lips curl into a twisted grin. She turns back to the altar.
“I’m going to continue to pray. Do you wish to pray with me or not?” She knows she has to offer during this situation. Part of her desperately hopes he’ll say no.
“You may lead. Who knows. Perhaps combined the Seven may listen to us.”
Elayna doesn’t respond. She tries to keep her revulsion at the implication in his tone down. Instead, she bows her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tymon do the same.
“May the Father defend King Aemond in battle and guide his hand in delivering justice for those who have suffered. May the Mother extend mercy towards King Aemond and keep him safe. May the Warrior grant King Aemond favorable conditions and lend strength so the King may return home. May the Smith help King Aemond fix the Realm and bring peace. May the Crone give King Aemond wisdom and guidance when he needs it most. May King Aemond deliver Daemon Targaryen unto the Stranger for eternity.”
Elayna lifts her head. After a moment, Tymon lifts his as well.
“You missed the Maiden.”
“The King has no use for the Maiden in this particular instance.”
“You asked that the Smith help the King and the Crone to guide him.” Tymon shrugs with forced nonchalance. “You seem to be looking towards the future.”
“And what would I ask of the Maiden on behalf of the King?” Elayna looks at Tymon. While she knows this is no doubt a trap, she is curious. What could she ask for from the Maiden for Aemond?
“A wife who will bear him many heirs.”
Tymon doesn’t blink. Instead, he stares at her. The look is cold and calculating. “Unless perhaps you do not wish for the King to have that.”
“Why would I not?” Elayna thanks the low light. She knows her face is red and hot with both embarrassment and anger.
“Because it won’t be you.” Tymon sounds so certain of it. “You may be friends, but that does not guarantee marriage.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t guarantee marriage. You make it sound as if you think that’s the only reason I’m his friend.”
“I do.” Elayna physically recoils at Tymon’s words. If she weren’t so shocked, she would slap him. “At first, I thought you were friends with him to punish me for whatever perceived transgressions you had in your mind about me. But then I thought you were simply running because you enjoy the chase. Now, I’m beginning to think you only follow through to make me jealous.” Tymon hums. “You did mention in your speech to Rhaenyra that the Westerlands would come down upon her if she were to kill you. You recognize where your home is. Where you belong.”
“I belong to no man.”
“For now. But eventually, you’ll tire of running. I would stop sooner rather than later, though. I am not exactly level headed when I feel someone may try to take what is mine.” Tymon’s teeth flash in the darkness. Elayna opens her mouth to give him a piece of her mind when a noise makes her stop. Instinctively, both she and Tymon look upward.
“Was that...” Elayna begins. Another noise sounds. This one makes the building shake. Carefully, she stands up. Tymon does the same.
“We should check.” Elayna starts towards the door, but Tymon grabs her hand.
“What if it is Daemon, come to kill us? You especially.”
“I’d rather die by fire than by suffocating in rubble.”
Elayna yanks her hand back She begins up the stairs, and Tymon follows. When they get outside, Elayna can see the few who are awake heading out as well. Servants scurry around in the background. She makes her way towards the courtyard. The night air feels blessedly cool on her skin. When she sees the dragon in the courtyard, her heart leaps into her throat. She takes off running, down the stairs as fast as she can.
Her prayers worked.
Aemond is alive.
Aemond is home.
Vhagar seems worse for wear, but she clearly has fight left in her. She shifts impatiently. In the moonlight, Elayna sees movement on Vhagar’s side. Aemond’s white hair seems almost radiant. He jumps the rest of the way. Once he’s safe on the ground, Vhagar extends her wings once more. She roars a third and final time before taking off into the night sky. Elayna has to stop and shield her eyes. The wind whipping about is intense, almost storm-like. She stands at the bottom of the steps until Vhagar climbs high enough that the wind dies.
Elayna runs once more.
“Aemond!”
Aemond looks at her. Even now, a sort of mania lingers in his expression. He visibly perks up when he sees her, the intensity of his looks amplifying. He strides towards her with long, even steps.
“Elayna.” He breathes her name with a sort of reverence she’s never heard before. Up close, she notices blood on his hands and face. Elayna frowns and reaches out. She thinks better at the last second and brings her hand back to herself.
“Are you alright?”
Aemond looks down at himself, as if he’s only just noticing the dried and crusted substance.
“ ‘Tis not mine.”
“So he’s dead?”
“Yes.” He opens his riding coat to show a sword. Elayna’s eyes widen. She never saw Dark Sister, but she had heard of the sword. She looks at Aemond. Daemon would not part with the sword willingly, nor would he let it get away from him.
“You won.” Even though it is not her victory, the words feel pleasant in her mouth and give her a buzz. It radiates all over her body, from the crown of her head to her toes. She wants to laugh. “The Realm is yours.”
Aemond’s eye darkens. He looks wild almost. The intensity of his gaze alone fixes Elayna in place. He closes the gap between them.
“It is.” He sounds almost satiated. Something is missing, though. Elayna can’t help herself; she has to know.
“How does it feel to have everything you ever wanted?” Aemond’s hand flexes. He looks as if he wants to reach out.
“I have most of it. Not everything.” The dark look returns. “By the end of the day, I will have everything I want and more. Perhaps even by sunrise.”
“My King.” Tymon’s voice nearly makes Elayna jump. She hadn't realized everything faded away when she saw Aemond. She can hear the noise of people coming to the courtyard, see lights from candles being quickly lit in windows. “You did it.”
Aemond finally looks away from Elayna. The look he gives Tymon is absolutely withering.
“You sound as if you doubted me.” He doesn’t bother waiting for Tymon to respond. Instead, his gaze snaps back to Elayna. “Do you trust me?”
“Perhaps.” Aemond’s lips twitch. Elayna can’t help her answering smile.
“Excellent.” Aemond reaches forward and grabs Elayna’s wrist. His grip is not bruising, careful not to hurt her, but hard enough it appears as if he’s dragging her behind him. He isn’t, though. Elayna goes with him willingly. The small crowd forming starts to part. People murmur amongst themselves. One of the Kingsguard comes down the stairs to meet Aemond.
“Queen Alicent requests your presence in her Solar.”
“Tell my mother we’ll be there shortly.”
“She requests your presence alone.” The guard’s voice is firm, but Elayna doesn’t miss the way he very subtly shifts his weight. Aemond’s posture stiffens.
“What I have to say pertains to my mother, my grandsire, and Lady Reyne.” Aemond’s grip on Elayna’s wrist tightens for a second. “She will be coming with.”
The guard dips his head.
“I will tell the Queen.” With that, he turns and heads back up the stairs. Aemond begins walking again. Elayna stops, though. Aemond looks back at her.
“Can I at least ask what this is about?”
“You said you trusted me.” Elayna nods. “Then trust.”
“Okay. Okay, I trust you.”
They head up the stairs and into the castle. Aemond effortlessly leads the way. As they make their way up staircases and through hallways, people begin to stir. Lights begin to seep from underneath more and more doorways as they pass them. Elayna hears faint conversations as well. Nothing loud enough she can make out specific words but enough she knows people are awake. Several times, they see some servants passing through the halls as well, no doubt going to spread the news of the King’s return.
Elayna doesn’t notice Aemond’s hand slips down from her wrist to her hand until she feels his palm against hers. After a second, she interlaces her fingers with his. She looks forward even as she squeezes his hand. She wonders if she’s taken it too far, read too much into it, before Aemond squeezes her hand back.
She tries to ignore the way her heart slams against her ribcage at the small contact.
As they go up further, they see less and less doors. Eventually, the two of them reach the Queen’s Solar. Two of the Kingsguard stand outside the door. One of them knocks on the door.
“King Aemond and Lady Elayna Reyne, your Grace.” The guard announces as they step into the room. Alicent sits on the couch. Her hair is down, and it’s obvious she’s been biting and picking at her nails. She looks terrified, as if even now she expects the worst. The minute Aemond steps into the room, she almost springs to her feet and rushes over to Aemond.
“Are you alright?” She asks. Her face drops at the sight of blood. She reaches out with unsteady hands and gently cups his face. Aemond steps forward. He lets go of Elayna’s hand so he can reach forward and place his hands on his mother’s shoulders.
“ ‘Tis not mine.”
“Is he dead?” Otto’s voice nearly makes Elayna jump. He’s standing in the corner. He steps forward. Aemond merely pulls out Dark Sister. The blade somehow seems to shimmer in the light while also absorbing everything.
Aemond sheathes the sword. As soon as the sword is sheathed, Alicent moves forward and hugs her son. Otto watches from the corner. For a second, his gaze turns to Elayna. She can feel him calculating, trying to figure out why exactly Aemond would have brought her here. When Alicent lets go of Aemond, Otto finally moves forward.
“Congratulations. The Realm is now yours.”
The words hang in the air for a moment. Aemond dips his head.
“It is.” The wild look in Aemond’s eye returns. This time, the focus of his ire is Otto. He walks over to Otto. His gait is smoothed and controlled, too controlled. Elayna feels fear creep up her spine. It’s not right. She thinks back to watching a lynx stalk a wild boar. It also sends a thrill through her entire being. She knows she is not the target, and some part of her mind thinks whatever Aemond is doing is for her benefit. Aemond stops in front of Otto.
“I suppose I should thank you for your service to the Realm.”
That’s all the warning Otto gets before Aemond reaches forward. He doesn’t yank the pin off of Otto’s chest. It certainly isn’t an easy or friendly gesture either. It feels like watching the lynx pounce on the boar.
Alicent gasps. Otto stands for a moment, as if in utter shock. Aemond turns back around. This time, his intense gaze is directed at Elayna. She’s transfixed to the spot. Aemond’s one eye never wavers, never strays from her face. He makes his way over to her.
Aemond looks at her. After a moment, Elayna nods. Wordlessly, he takes the left side of her silver stole and slides the pin onto it. He takes care to keep his fingers from touching her too much. The gesture feels strangely intimate nonetheless. The pin feels almost heavy on Elayna’s chest.
“You can’t be serious.” Otto seems to finally find his words. He scoffs. “Aemond, I know she is your friend, but that hardly qua-”
Aemond whips around to face his grandsire.
“Elayna has provided me with more useful council over the course of our friendship than you have in your entire life.” Venom drips from every word. “Several of her suggestions helped us sway certain parties into alliances with us. She has proved her worth time and time again.” Aemond stops. His chest heaves. “I can trust her advice comes from a place of selflessness, not from a place of greed.”
“Aemond.” Alicent scolds. “That is your grandsire you speak to.”
“Which is why I shall send him back to Oldtown instead of having him face a tribunal.”
“A tribunal?” Otto raises an eyebrow. “On what grounds?”
“Conspiring against the Crown.” Elayna even shocks herself when she speaks. All three stare at her. “Your transgressions against King Viserys are well documented. In addition, you have also conspired against King Aemond by acting not with the best interest of the Realm at heart but your own. This does not even cover your active attempts to undermine the King by attempting to find Aegon and to broker alliances and contracts without the King’s input or explicit permission.” Elayna juts her chin out slightly. “If you do not believe me, I’m sure our Master of Coins would be willing to provide testimony.”
The mention of bringing Tyland Lannister into this makes Otto’s face pale for a second. Alicent brings her hand to cover her mouth. Aemond’s expression shifts from one surprise to one of fury.
“You sought out my brother? The traitor who abandoned the Realm?”
“I sought him out in the capacity of family.” Otto tries to reassure Aemond. To his credit, he does stand his ground, even as Aemond begins to advance angrily upon him. “Besides. What do you care if he abandoned the Realm? His leaving gave you everything you wanted.”
“And his coming back, if he is to be found, undermines everything I have done!” Aemond spits. Elayna steps forward. Without thinking, she places a hand on Aemond’s bicep. Otto’s eyes narrow at the actions.
“We don’t even know if he’s alive.” Aemond turns his head just enough to look at her. “And if he were to come back, I doubt it would be to try and claim the title of King. He ran from it to begin with. He no doubt would just want more money to fund his exploits.”
“Are you sure your judgment is not clouded?” Otto pointedly looks at their physical contact.
“I have never seen more clearly.”
“And what has she done for the Realm? By all means, tell us.”
“Might I remind you, I saved the King’s life.” Otto looks at her. It almost seems as if he is seeing her for the first time, finally regarding her with some value. “While you stood to the side thinking about how to protect your own head if Rhanerya and her men won, I stepped in and not only prevented the King’s death but also bought necessary time to defeat her.”
Otto raises an eyebrow. He seems as if he wants to laugh at Elayna. “And you did not act out of selfishness?”
“What does that mean? If you wish to level accusations at my character, state them.”
“Aemond.” Alicent speaks again. “You cannot.”
“I can and will.” When Aemond looks at his mother, his expression softens. “He is no ally to you, and you have no need for him. With Rhanerya and Daemon gone, you will have no legitimate foes within the Court.”
“This is ridiculous. You cannot be serious.”
“If you are not riding for Oldtown by the time the sun rises, you will face full punishment.” Aemond’s voice is dark and leaves no room for debate.
“You’re making a mistake.” Otto’s voice turns dark. If his tone wasn’t enough to indicate a veiled threat, the look he gives Elayna indicates as much.
“If you wish to keep your tongue, I would not repeat such a sentiment.” Aemond nearly growls. “Elayna is my Hand.”
The finality of his words lingers in the air. After a second, Otto dips his head.
“Very well then.”
Otto slips out of the room. Despite his words, Elayna knows this is not over. No doubt the matter has only just begun. She closes her eyes. Already, she can feel a headache beginning to build in her temples.
Alicent looks at Aemond. Tears threaten to overflow.
“Aemond, he is your blood. He will ultimately make the best choices for you.”
“No.” Aemond shakes his head. He takes gentle steps towards her. “He will not. Because he is your father, you cannot see what he has done.”
Alicent doesn’t say anything for a long moment. The heartbreak on her face makes Elayna’s heart twinge. Aemond takes a gentle hold of her arms.
“It hurts, but I am acting in the Realm’s best interest. Elayna will serve me faithfully.”
Alicent takes a deep breath before nodding. She doesn’t look entirely convinced. Elayna has no doubt this conversation will be repeated. Alicent brings her hand back up to her mouth. Elayna notices her nails have almost been bitten to the quick. Aemond steps away.
“I must debrief Elayna.” He turns to Elayna. “I shall do so in my chambers.”
As they make their way back to his chambers, Elayna’s heart tries to tear itself into so many pieces. Aemond is alive and home, and she cannot be more thankful or grateful. An almost giddy sense of glee wants to overtake her. The rising feeling is only intensified as she realizes. She’s the Hand. Being Hand was not something she sought out, or even thought herself capable of getting, and now. Now she’s the Hand.
She’s no longer just some girl from the Westerlands, and she’s not just some Reyne either. She’s the Hand of the King.
Elayna’s rising tide of joy falls as quickly as it came. Can she...? Can she even accept it? She knows she just did, but she. Loving Aemond is a conflict of interest. She cannot pretend otherwise. She would not necessarily think of what’s best for the Realm but only what is best for Aemond. A Hand can’t do that.
Elayna stops. Aemond looks back at her.
“Aemond, I...” The words stick to the inside of her throat.
“Come.” Aemond steps back towards her. He reaches out and takes hold of both of her hands. “Not here.”
Elayna nods. The Red Keep always has too many ears, but no doubt the ears will be listening even more intently to what she says and does.
Aemond took Viserys’s old chambers after the former king died. They do not look or feel anything like Viserys from what Elayna knew of him. Instead, they feel like Aemond. Everything is kept neat and in order. When the war began, Aemond’s chambers were decorated with greens and golds. Now, blacks and reds take up most of the spaces. A large table with a map of Westeros engraved on it sits in the main chamber. Several bookcases take up one of the walls. No doubt the entire wall will be obscured by them within a year.
“Aemond.” She begins. “I do have something I must speak with you about.”
He takes a seat by the fireplace. A servant lit a fire for him on their return. The light from the flames makes him seem almost unreal.
“I don’t accept.” He looks at her.
Damn him. Either she’s easier to read than she thought, or he’s been around her for far too long. Elayna crosses her arms just under her chest, lightly clasping one elbow while her forearms rest over each other.
“You don’t even know what I have to say.”
Aemond raises an eyebrow.
“So you weren’t about to resign?” Mirthful fills his tone. Elayna huffs.
“I have reason.”
“And it’s bullshit.” Aemond’s tone switches from playful to serious within a matter of seconds.
“You don’t even know what it is!”
“Then tell me.” Aemond stands up. “If it is a legitimate reason, I will accept. But if it is not, I will not be pleased you wasted my time.”
Okay.
Okay, Elayna can do this. She can tell him what it is. She opens her mouth. The words die on her tongue.
“I...”
Aemond watches.
“You what?”
“Aemond, it is not an easy thing for me to say!”
“Tell me now. I will order you to if I must.” Aemond steps forward. “Do not make me.” The quiet please underneath his tone at the second part makes Elayna’s resolve crumble.
“Aemond, I...” She takes a deep breath. Her heart feels as if it’s about to hammer out of her chest. “I do not know when this started, and I do not wish to burden you with something that is my problem. Which is why I’ve kept it quiet for so long, and I. You will understand why I cannot accept when I’ve told you. But. I... I love you, Aemond.” She takes a deep breath. “I understand completely if this changes your estima- mhhhpphhh.”
Aemond cuts short Elayna’s rambling when he lunges forward and kisses her. His hands find the back of her head, fingers digging into her messy curls. The kiss is all consuming and passionate, and Elayna has no choice but to melt into it. Her fingers find his riding coat and dig into the leather. When he goes to pull back, Elayna chases her lips with his. Aemond lets out a low laugh.
“Is that the pressing matter?” His lips twitch.
Elayna looks at him. “You knew.”
“Perhaps.”
“When did you...?”
“You jumped in front of my sister to save me.” Aemond’s tone is dry yet somehow teasing. “That was my first clue.” Elayna feels her face turn red. She squirms in his hold, more for show than anything else. Aemond’s arms tighten around her.
“What was I supposed to do? Let the King die? No one else was moving.” She huffs. Aemond lets out a low and rare laugh. The noise almost seems to soothe part of Elayna’s soul. She lets herself mostly relax into her hold.
“Aemond.” She looks at him. “I know. I know the answer, but I must ask for my peace of mind. Do you... do you love me?”
“Always.” He kisses her again.
This time, Elayna expects it. He starts soft, but it isn’t long before he kisses her as if he wants to consume her. Elayna’s fingers find his hair. She tugs experimentally. Aemond lets out a noise from deep within his chest. He presses her back, back towards the table, without removing his lips from hers. Instinctively, when her ass hits the table, Elayna jumps up. Aemond catches her and eases her up onto the surface. When they part, Elayna sees Aemond’s lips are slightly red and swollen. Hers no doubt look the same.
“Is this what you meant, by saying you would have everything you wanted by sunrise?” Elayna toys with the lapel of his coat. She wants so desperately to work the buttons of his shirt open but knows she can’t. Not because it would be a step too far but because if she did, she would not be able to help herself. Aemond hums.
“Almost.” A wicked gleam lights his eye. He drops his head to nose at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He almost seems as if he’s going to kiss her pulsepoint but decides better. “To truly have everything I ever wanted, I would marry you before the sun rises.”
“Aemond! You can’t talk like that.” She knows her tone should be more shocked, but she can’t help the arousal and slight desperation seeping into it. His words light a flame within her, one simmering in her veins.
“I’m King. I can talk how I please.” Before Elayna can respond, Aemond speaks again. His tone drips with honey. “Especially when the future Queen does not seem to truly mind.”
Fuck. Elayna’s legs fall apart, and Aemond neatly slots himself between them. The fabric of her dress makes it so he can’t press fully against her.
“You cannot talk like that because if you do...” She gasps, losing her train of thought for a second when she feels his lips against her skin.“If you do, we won’t make it to our wedding night.”
“Hmmm.” Aemond breathes in. He’s taking in her scent, she realizes. “You smell like candle smoke.” The words seem hazy as they fall off his tongue. Perhaps he didn’t mean to say them.
“And you smell like dragon. And blood. This is serious.” Elayna pushes at his shoulders. Aemond raises his head. His eye is blown with lust, but she can see reason in his expression. “There will be questions about my being Hand. If it were to come out you asked me to be Queen the same night?” Elayna raises an eyebrow. “From a purely practical standpoint, we cannot.”
Aemond lets out a low ‘hmmm’. No doubt he isn’t pleased; the way he pinches his lips together says as much. However, she knows reason has gotten through to him.
“We cannot.” She reiterates. Elayna brings her hand up to the left side of his face. “I assure you, I want this as much as you. If I thought we could get away with it, I would push you down and ride you on this very table. But there is no way we can.”
Elayna doesn’t miss the way Aemond’s breath catches in his throat at her words.
“We get people used to the idea of me being Hand.” She runs her thumb along his cheek. Aemond nearly lets his eye flutter closed. “Then we can introduce the idea of me being Queen.”
Aemond exhales. His jaw tightens, but he nods. A sly look crosses his face after a minute.
“For my peace of mind-” He begins. Elayna leans in to kiss him.
“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
#Persephone writes#Aemond Targaryen x OFC#Aemond Targaryen x Elayna Reyne#Aemond Targaryen#OC: Elayna Reyne#King Aemond AU#OC: Tymon Lannister
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I was tagged by @selfproclaimedunicorn to post 6 sentences from my current WIP! I'm still muddling through the prologue but I did find a bit y'all might like
Tagging @writingbylee @baba-fett @galacticgraffiti @huramuna @rexxdjarin @purgetrooperfox
"Elayna." Every hair on the back of Elayna’s neck stands up at the sound of a familiar voice. She turns her head just so to look at the speaker. Tymon stands in the doorway of the bastion, leaning against it with casual ease despite having his arms crossed over his chest. "I thought I'd find you here. You seem rather... enamored with the sunset. One would think you like its company more than you do mine or my family's."
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Behind the scene facts
Send me 🌞 through ask and I will answer you with some interesting facts or canons from my finished stories.
Hmmm. You know, I don't think I have any finished stories other than one shots? Uuuuhhhh
Leena ends up disappearing not too long after the events of Covetness.
Send me ⭐ and I will answer you with some interesting facts or canons from stories I'm writing right now
Okay so! From my Warden of the West!Elayna fic, here's some fun little tidbits
Alaryc Lefford, who's Elayna’s adopted dad- I mean, right hand man, lost one of his sons in the Stepstones. His son was a Goldcloak who decided to follow Daemon to the Stepstones. He also lost his only daughter, which is why he takes Elayna under his wing
There's a good several month period, I haven't decided how long, between the event that truly kicks off the civil war and the official first battle of the war. In this time period, Tyland does bring up the possibility he could marry Elayna. However, the offer never makes it to the Reynes because of other parties
Alon would have actually accepted the betrothal because a) it would have avoided a war, b) he knows Tyland would never hurt Elayna, and c) it would have gotten Elayna as far as it could from Casterly Rock. Elayna would have been scared at first, but if the events played out that way, she would have come to love him
Send me ✨ to know something more about main characters from my fics.
I've kinda alluded to it, but I've never actually specified what Alon's illness is. Alon dies from lung cancer. This is the same across all the AUs. Honestly Alon dying is a canonical timeline event oops
Elayna is absolutely bi, leaning towards more of an interest in women. The exceptions are Aemond and Tyland
#oc: elayna reyne#oc: alon reyne#oc: tymon lannister#oc: Alaryc Lefford#lmao I had more and my brain blanked
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OC: Tymon Lannister
(Art by @sleazyjanet)
GENERAL
Name: Tymon Lannister
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Faceclaim: Brandon Sklenar
BASICS
House: Lannister
Other names: N/A
Family: Jason and Tyland Lannister (Brothers), Regina Lannister (Wife)
Tag for additional info about Tymon is “OC: Tymon Lannister”
I would also recommend reading Elayna Reyne's page as well since their stories are so intertwined.
(Also, want a fun AU? Check out the Western AU I’ve started)
HISTORY
Tymon Lannister, the third son of Ceira Lannister, was born in 110 AC on the 3rd day of the 8th moon. He is much younger than his older brothers, twins Jason and Tyland Lannister.
In 121 AC, Tymon met Elayna Reyne when she was Warded to the Lannisters. He was instantly smitten with her. Over the course of three years, Tymon attempted to court Elayna. At first his efforts were successful but due to unknown reasons, they stopped working. However, this did not deter Tymon, who was convinced he was going to marry Elayna.
In 123, Tymon begged for his older brother, Jason, to write Alon Reyne, Elayna's father, and convince him to betroth him and Elayna. Alon refused the betrothal, much to Jason and Tymon's surprise. No one knows what was said between Jason and Alon. Tymon, angry at being denied what he wanted, began a campaign of convincing Elayna he was her only option and that no one else would love her like he did. This psychological warfare lasted over a year until Elayna was called back to Castamere to be with Alon in his presumed final days.
When Alon recovered, instead of sending Elayna back to Casterly Rock, Alon sent Elayna to the Red Keep to be one of Princess Helaena Targaryen's ladies-in-waiting. Tymon was not informed of this until Elayna had completed the trip to the Red Keep. His older brother Tyland, the then Master of Ships, sent word back to Tymon. It is said in his rage, Tymon made all sorts of threats to House Reyne. It was only when Jason read aloud the final words of Tyland's letter, which encouraged Tymon to come to Court, that Tymon began to calm down.
Tymon Lannister arrived at the Red Keep three months after Elayna. Many noted that Elayna had an air of nervousness about her as soon as Tymon arrived. The nerves only seemed to disappear when she was with Prince Aemond.
Tymon managed to charm most of the people at Court. Most did not believe the rumors of his cruelty to Elayna. It must be noted Tymon often found himself in disagreements with those he deemed to close to Elayna. He even accused his own brother, Tyland, of attempting to seduce Elayna and take her as his own bride. While many dismiss these as Tymon's protective, perhaps obsessive, nature, several accounts do seem to suggest Tymon may not have been wrong.
In 126, Tymon received word from Jason Alon had fallen ill once more. Tymon went back to Casterly Rock with a plan. He would wait until Alon died then ride to Castamere to comfort Elayna. While there, he would ask Seban to betroth him to Elayna. Seban was a good friend of Jason's so he would not think ill of Tymon.
A fortnight after Alon died, Tymon and Elayna were betrothed. Two days after the betrothal, Elayna disappeared. Tymon insisted that Elayna accompany them back to Casterly Rock. While at Casterly Rock, Elayna attempted to escape and get back to the Red Keep. This caused Tymon to move the wedding date up.
On the 12th day of the 6th moon in 126 AC, three days before Tymon and Elayna were to be wed, Prince Aemond arrived at Casterly Rock. Tymon was clearly displeased. He made multiple attempts to find out who told Aemond. Before Princs Aemond left to see Elayna, he informed Tymon that Tyland was the one who him of the upcoming wedding.
The same night, Prince Aemond and Elayna flew from Casterly Rock to the Red Keep where they eloped. Tymon did not need the letter from his brother to figure out what happened. In the field where Vhagar had waited, Tymon found a hair comb made of gold with rubies and pearls on it, a traditional Westerland gift given to brides when they accepted a courtship or betrothal. It was the clip he had given Elayna.
In 127 AC, Tymon attended the wedding festivities of Prince Aemond and Princess Elayna. He took part in the tournament in their honor. Tymon made it to the final round of the tournament where he faced Prince Daemon Targaryen. During the joust, the Rogue Prince not only knocked Tymon Lannister off of his horse, he stabbed Tymon in the shoulder, missing his neck by an inch. Thoroughly embarrassed, Tymon retreated to Casterly Rock until 130 AC
In 128 AC, Tymon married Regina Reyne, Seban Reyne's daughter and Elayna's Targaryen's niece. While it was never acknowledged, it was understood Tymon only married Regina due to her resemblance to Elayna. Many suspect this also played a role in her death. In 130 AC, after the news of Prince Aemond's death reached Casterly Rock, Regina Lannister was found dead in a burnt field. This same field was the one in which Aemond and Elayna left on Vhagar and rumored to be the field they shared their first kiss.
Tymon made his way back to the Red Keep in 130 AC, two months after Regina's death. It is believed he left due to the rumors surrounding his former wife's death. When Tymon reached the Red Keep, King Aegon II and Queen Elayna were there. Tymon was just in time to celebrate the coronation of Queen Elayna and the celebration of their wedding, despite it happening on Dragonston a mere month prior.
Tymon stayed at the Red Keep. After the death of Aegon II, Lord Lannister became more antagonistic of the Dowager Queen Elayna. She would not stay alone with him in a room, often using the new Lord Hand, Tyland Lannister, as a buffer. This did nothing to dissuade the rumors that Tyland had wished to marry Elayna.
In 133 AC, a hired sword attempted to take the eye of Prince Reynard Targaryen. Dowager Queen Elayna blinded the man instead and had him tortured and killed. While she never outright stated it, everyone knew she suspected Tymon of hiring the man.
As the years went on, Lord Tymon Lannister began to sew doubt into people's minds. Oftentimes he used the Dowager Queen's now open history of violence and the actions of her first husband, namely his burning of the Riverlands, to turn people against her. Many stayed loyal to Elayna, but the rumors could not be quelled. Some even accused Elayna of killing Witch Queen Alys Rivers, a supposed mistress of Aemond Targaryen.
In 141 AC, after an argument in the Throne Room, Tymon Lannister stabbed Queen Elayna to death. He stabbed her three times in the gut in rapid succession. Queen Elayna placed her hand upon the wound. She covered her hand in blood and placed it upon his face. She is rumored to have said "Thank you. For proving me right."
After the death of Queen Elayna, Lord Lannister was forced to go into hiding. His family was able to use their gold and influence to hide him. They also attempted to turn the tides against Elayna, even after her death. The common folk were swayed, but many of the lesser and Greater Houses remember both their names.
#oc: elayna reyne#oc: tymon lannister#aemond targaryen x ofc#Aegon ii Targaryen x ofc#aemond targaryen x oc#aegon ii x oc#tyland lannister x oc
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Elayna Reyne vs Tymon Lannister/Lake Mungo (2008)
@book-of-baba-fett @writingbylee @inkworthywords
#oc: elayna reyne#oc: tymon lannister#oc aesthetic#A quote from a girl on seeing her own dead body that clearly drowned is perfect for house Reyne
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My Dear Elayna, Letter #2
Summary: In which Tymon Lannister writes a series of letters to his dear friend his Joanna Elayna Reyne
Western AU, HotD/GoT crossover
This is a dark fic!
Pairings: (eventual) Aemond Targaryen x OFC (Elayna Reyne), unrequited OC x OFC (Tymon Lannister x Elayna Reyne)
Author’s note: This is a really heavy letter because of some of the topics touched upon in. The warnings are up top for a reason. Also, this letter is lore heavy. If y’all want explanations, feel free to ask! I throw a lot of backstory and lore into this one.
Warnings: Hi yes. So. Massive tw for talks of death, murder, branding, and drugging. Implied torture too? Elayna isn’t hurt/branded or drugged in this, but it’s there. Also Tymon romanticizes the fuck out of being branded. It’s not DD: DNE territory, but like. Better be safe than sorry on that one. Also tw for possessive behavior, although Tymon keeps in nebulous. General warnings for gaslighting as well and just all around creepy and terrible behavior.
My dear Elayna,
I know it has only been two weeks since my last letter, but a lot has happened since I last wrote you. Most of these things would be better said in person. Unfortunately, that doesn't seem to be an option at the moment. So I write.
Devron Tarbeck is dead. He was found in one of the fields, almost as if he'd been dumped there. They think some out of towners attacked him. Elayna, it was brutal to see. The family couldn't have an open casket funeral; he was too bloody and beat. His father found the body and said he wasn't even sure it was Devron anymore. A tattoo on his chest was his only proof. I hesitate to tell you the gory details, but you deserve to know. They could not even use the brand, the one meaning he earned a place in our community, to identify if he was one of ours. The attackers partially flayed him and ripped it right off his back.
I ache for his mother and father, and his sisters. I could not imagine finding my child like that.
I suppose I ache for you too. Seban said the two of you were close. Devron was one of Alon's ranch hands, right? I know he was the one to escort you to the train station so that implies some closeness. I know Seban trusted him.
Everyone at the funeral asked where you were and how you were. It was difficult. I couldn't give them an answer other than you were in King's Landing. I almost felt a fool. I always promised I'd keep you safe, but I don't even know where you are. And as your friend, not knowing how you're doing? Oh, I felt a fool alright. I know you. I know you wouldn't try to make me feel that way on purpose. It doesn't change the fact I did.
Elayna, Devron's death has me so worried for you. You're all alone in an unfamiliar city. Who knows what people plan on doing? You have no one to trust or to turn to if things go wrong. I suppose you're relying on the protection of Viserys and his family, given your father's boyhood friendship with both Viserys and Daemon. But you don't know them well. Alon even admitted it's been some time since he's seen either of the elder Targaryen men. They might not be the men he remembers, especially given Alon's memory slowly seems to be slipping.
It's heartbreaking to watch. More and more I conduct business with Seban. Alon grows steadily sicker by the day. He is in so much pain. It hurts me. I like your father. He is almost family.
Do you know what exactly ails your father? I ask because I noticed he takes laundnum for his pain.
It's funny. I only took laundnum once, but I remember how well I slept. It actually touched my pain and let me rest. I've never experienced a sleep like that since. At least, not until the night you left. I know myself and Tywin never stirred once and didn't hear anything. The only thing we had to drink that night, other than water, was the tea your family offered. I got the same kind of tea in an attempt to see if that perhaps was it, but I did not sleep nearly as well.
Alon is an honorable man. He wouldn't do such a thing. I know he loves you. You're his only daughter, and he dotes upon you. I think he would do anything to ensure your safety from real or perceived threats. Drugging someone so you can slip away in the night without being caught seems extreme.
Your absence stays with me. I worry so for you to the point my day to day is affected. My worry bleeds into my regular life. My imagination is consumed with thoughts of all the terrible things that might have befallen you. Perhaps it is my overactive imagination making me suspect Alon.
Alon is an honorable man. Such a thing is beneath him.
Another thing of note. Ryman took the brand this week. Jason, Tyland, Tywin, and myself figured it was time. We also need the help, given what happened to Devron. Your younger brother is a strong man. He did not cry and barely whimpered. He would have made you proud. Besides, it is an honor, especially given he's fourteen. He is not yet a man yet he handled it better than many men do.
I didn't even take the brand until I was sixteen. It is a life altering experience. I would not be the man I am today had I not done it.
Do you ever think of taking it? It is unusual but not unheard of for women. Cersei did it.
I have faith you could handle it.
I remember the look on your face when I did it. You looked so worried and concerned for me. At one point, I thought you were going to be sick. You weren't, though.
How sweetly you treated me after. You made sure I did not have a fever or do anything to infect or irritate it. Between your loyalty, caring nature, and smarts, you'll make a perfect wife.
I hope that is not too forward of me. Marriage can be a sensitive topic.
Although, I suppose you've grown used to talks of marriage. Alon was trying to find you a suitable husband. I must admit, I don't agree with some of his choices. You would want for the finer things in life, things you've no doubt become accustom to, if you were married off to someone outside of the Westerland territories. Imagine having to slog through life as a Tully, as a fucking trout.
We lions consume fish and birds, not marry them.
The Tyrells are perhaps the only ones who could give you a life somewhat similar to what you have, but even then. It will always pale in comparison. Besides, Highgarden is boring, and the people pretentious. You would not fit in at all. It would never feel like home.
The Reach would be miserable. It's all conniving people who want power. The Stormlands? Why would you want to spend your life worrying about tornadoes? They’re too proud there, too stuffy. The Riverlands have nothing to do, unless you want to spend your life soggy and wet, worrying if the next rain event will be the one to make the rivers rise over the bank and wash away your house. The Vale is even worse. What good comes from there? What is there even to do in those particular mountains? Dorne might as well be another country, they're so close to the border. The Iron "Islands" are a joke. Being between three lakes does not an island make. And the North? Oh, the people are so plain and boring.
King’s Landing and the Red Keep are out of the question. No matter how close Viserys and Alon are, he would never marry any of his children to you. Why would he? All he would be doing is an old friend a favor. He needs more than that, something of use. Us Lannisters already do business with them; they don’t need the silver and gold from your mines or the oil from your land. They already have that.
No, the only place you could be comfortable and happy is here in the Westerlands.
I could never understand why Alon wanted to send you away. I would think with how close the two of you are, he would want you to stay near. Why not keep you here? You’d be safe. Content and satisfied even. You would not want for anything and live the life you were meant to. You’re not meant to work on some farm in the middle of nowhere; you’re meant to live life to the fullest. You’re meant to live a life of luxury. You’re meant to wear gold and pearls, the finest dresses from London, and silks from Paris. You are meant for the fashion from back East or San Francisco. Not some drab brown or beige smock with no jewelry to your name.
You could travel and see the world. You could sleep on silk sheets and wear satin nightgown to bed. You could drink the best wines imported straight from France and eat foods most would only dare dream of trying.
So many women would kill to have a life like that. You could have it. All you have to do is come home.
I fear I may have gotten carried away. I recognize I may have overstepped my bounds, and if I made you uncomfortable, I apologize. It’s just that as your friend, I want what’s best for you. I want to see you live a happy and fulfilling life. I know you are destined for more than what you have now. You deserve more.
Truly, this shows the depth of our friendship. I understand what you need without you telling me. We do not need to speak for me to know what you want and need. Do you know how rare that is, even in marriages? And for it to occur in a friendship is something special.
Elayna, I wish you would come home. I miss my dearest friend. I have not been myself since you left. You ground me, keep me sane. I fear I lose more and more of myself each day you are gone. It must be the same for you. You and I spent years with each other. Being apart from your most treasured friend changes you. It has changed me. I have no doubt it has changed you.
Come home. Come home before you lose yourself too.
Forever yours,
Tymon Lannister
#oc: elayna reyne#oc: tymon lannister#Aemond targaryen x OC#Aemond Targaryen x OFC#HotD OC#House of the Dragon OCs#Fic: My Dear Elayna#Branding cw#Western AU
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It's by no means perfect but! I've started playing around with making manips for my OCs
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I have so many ideas but I can't get started on any. So!
Send me a ⌨️ + a WIP, and I'll write 5 sentences for that WIP
List of WIPs
Candy Girl
Silken Ties, Invisible Ties
My Dear Elayna
Honor Among Criminals
Starlit Murder
Wheel of Fortune: The Fool
Warden of the West Elayna
The Seven
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you had me at elaemond + kidnapping + wedding, i’m curious to know more!
Hehehe
So. In canon, the events go as follows:
Alon, Elayna's dad, gets super sick and summons Elayna to come back from the Red Keep to Castamere because it's obvious his condition is terminal. Unfortunately, Elayna gets the summons several hours after telling Aemond she loves him. He doesn't get a chance to tell her he loves her back
Elayna goes to Castamere. Alon does die a couple weeks later
Tymon has been wanting to marry Elayna but like. Alon has pretty much told Tymon over his dead body. Since Alon is dead, Tymon goes to Seban and asks to be betrothed to Elayna. Seban does betroth them
Elayna promptly gets taken back to Casterly Rock. Tymon doesn't want to risk her running. Elayna obviously does not want to go, and like. Seban didn't know that was happening until you know, Elayna suddenly isn't there
Elayna is "a guest" at Casterly Rock until the wedding. She does try to run but gets caught and brought back
Her wedding to Tymon gets moved up, and Aemond hears about it. So he flies on Vhagar to Casterly Rock to get Elayna
He gets to Casterly Rock a couple days before the wedding. Obviously Tymon is pissed but can't do anything
That night Aemond requests Elayna meet him to go flying on Vhagar. She convinces Seban to cover for her while she goes with Aemond
Aemond tells her he loves her, and he's taking her back to the Red Keep. Elayna goes with him, and they fly back to the Red Keep
When they get to King's Landing, Aemond takes Elayna to the Dragonpit where there's a Septa waiting. They get married in a Valyrian ceremony
And that's how they get married in canon! Obviously there's a big wedding they have to do for the people, and the Lannisters are pissed as fuck. Bu like. What's done is done. They're officially married
Also the Western AU is somehow WILDER
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AITA for reminding my future wife (18F) that I love her?
Throwaway account because I don't trust her stalker not to find this and use it as proof I'm a bad person 🙄
I (19M) have been in love with this girl, E, since we were young. I even told one of my older brothers, we'll call him Tyw, I was gonna marry her and that E and I were destined to be like him and his late wife were. She knows this. We talked about our wedding when we were 14 and 15.
When she turned 16, she started acting real cold around me, and I don't understand what I did. It doesn't matter because I'm going to marry her, but it bothered me a little. I just chalked it up to her getting really early wedding jitters. I decided to go ahead and plan our wedding so she wouldn't have to worry about a thing.
When she turned 17 she started talking to one of our mutual friends, D (19M). We're a close-knit community so everyone knows everyone. I thought it was just her trying to make me jealous so I just stopped talking to her for several months. I don't play petty games. Anyway, I couldn't take not talking to her so when Tyw went to go check on her family and their business (they work for us), I tagged along. I talked to her, and I told her as soon as she turned 18 she'd officially be mine. It shouldn't have been a surprise; we'd been talking about it for going on 4 years now. She acted like I'd slapped her. I also told her dad I was gonna propose, and he got super mad at me. E has always been a Daddy's girl so maybe that's why she got weird on me? I don't know why her dad doesn't like me, it's not like I did anything to him. I may have taken teasing his youngest, and E's younger brother R(14M) too hard, but that's it! I don't know what her dad's problem is.
Anyway, about 3 months before E turned 18 she ran away from home with D. At first I thought D kidnapped her! Naturally me and my brothers picked D up and questioned him. We did rough him up a bit, but like. I thought he kidnapped my future wife, I was totally justified! Tyw found a train ticket D left, and it was to the biggest city in our state. The only reason I didn't go right away was because another one of my brothers, Tyl, lives in that ciry. He could protect her if needed.
We roughed D up a bit more, and I guess we killed him at some point? I mean he deserved it because he forced my wife to leave me so idc.
I will say I might have taken it too far when I flayed him before we dropped him off at home. In my defense we brand all the guys who work for us. It's a cultural thing so you can't get mad at me it's totally normal here. Besides they know what they're in for we've been doing this forever. Plus, it's an honor to get it. I didn't flay him entirely, I just removed his brand because he didn't deserve it anymore, on account of him being a traitor.
R, her younger brother, turned 14 that week. He's a hard worker and his family has always listened to mine, so my brothers and I decided to give him the brand early. He was the youngest to get it.
I wrote E letters telling her all of this. My brother Tyl delivered them, although he refused to tell me where she lives. Sometimes I think he has a thing for her? Not the point. It does bother me, though. E never responded to any of my letters. Tyl eventually told me she probably didn't want to hear from me because I killed D. If I could explain myself in person, I knew she'd forgive me!
The day before her birthday I had Tyl make arrangements for me, her, and him to go to lunch. I wanted to surprise her and show her that I was serious about marrying her and making it work. I took a train to her city. I eventually found out where she worked. It was weird, two rando brothers (Ae and Aem) were hanging off her arm! I really didn't loke the way Aem was looking at her. I'm pretty sure he was stalking her because he was following her everywhere. I also heard he'd announced she was under his protection? I admit that pissed me off because that's my job as her future husband.
I waited until she closed to talk to her. This guy came up to her and started harassing her? He threatened to kill her. I couldn't sit back and watch, so I killed him. E seemed totally surprised to see me, which was nice. I had hoped to surprise her. She took me back to her house and let me stay on her couch as a thank you. I woke up before her so I fixed some stuff around her place.
She woke up, and Tyl came by so we all went to lunch. Tyl didn't get reservations where I wanted, which pissed me off a little. When we went to lunch, I gave E a hair comb made of gold with pearls in it. It was a huge deal because it's a way to announce an engagement. She didn't open it and kept trying to give it back, which pissed me off because it was expensive! Tyl even tried to get me to take it back. And then Aem came in and asked E to a birthday dinner at his family home and gave her a gift? She accepted it too, probably just to be nice. I snuck my gift into her handbag because I was tired of arguing with her.
After we took E home, Tyl got really mad at me. He doesn't get mad often so this really threw me off. He was saying I embarrassed him and her by trying to do a public proposal. He said that I was coming off too strong and that I should give her some time? I absolutely think he just wants her, but still. It bothered me. I just wanted E to know I love her and think about her! When I went home, I talked to Tyw. He said when I bring her back I should remind her of her place. I'm thinking if branding her before our wedding? I'd normally wait until after, but Tyw does have a point.
TL;DR: My future wife ran away, so I wrote her letters to remind her I loved her and even tried to surprise on her birthday. I even killed 2 men for her. She and one of my brothers think I took it too far, but another one of my brothers said I need to remind her of her place. I just did this all because I need her to know I love her. AITA?
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I'm trying to write this thing for the Western AU but involves Tymon trying to be sexy, and I just. Can't
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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
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