If you had to fall into a woman’s arms, my son, why couldn’t they have been Margaery Tyrell’s? The wealth and power of Highgarden could have made all the difference in the fighting yet to come. And perhaps Grey Wind would have liked the smell of her as well. –Catelyn II, ASoS
Robbaery Week. White Collar Criminals AU. In which both Margaery and Robb are con artists that keep tabs on each other’s work (and have this flirty-rivalry thing going on) until there’s a major heist opportunity and they team up.
“No” he says, roundly. Honestly, Margaery wants to slap him. “Look, I’m all about screwing Lannister Incorporated,” technically, they’d be stealing from Cersei Lannister’s private collection only, but she doesn’t point that out. “…but I’m not working with Tarly”.
“Why the hell not?” she demands. Granted, Dickon Tarly is not her favorite person in the world, and she much rather deal with his brother Sam (hell of a hacker, that one), but surely Stark must see the benefits of having him as the muscle.
“I’ll tell you why not. First,” he says, holding up his finger “I’ve worked with Dickon Dickhead before, he doesn’t like me. Second, what he does like are guns and using them. He will hurt someone, I assure you” Margaery starts to protest but he cuts her “His methods are tactless, crass and violent. To join forces with him would be an insult to both your intelligence and my abilities.”
Well, fuck. He touched a nerve there, and judging by his smile, he knows it.
“That heart of yours is gonna be bad for business” she says, suppressing a sigh.
“Oh, don’t I know it” He answers, and there’s a strange gleam to his eyes as he looks at her.
“When Robb settled into his bed each night it was not the dangers he faced, or even the Iron Throne he dreamed of – it was Margaery’s lips and the way the sunlight danced across the curls of her hair.” Reaching Out For Her [x]