((Just for the purpose of this one shot, Jaime was released from the Kingsguard after Robert’s Rebellion and retook his place as Tywin’s heir. I did my best to stick to your exact request. I hope you like it!))
Word Count: 2,162
Warning: Some Smut. Definitely. I suppose cousin incest.
You were born to Ser Kevan Lannister and Lady Dorna Swyft
and were raised in the halls of Casterly Rock right alongside your cousins,
Jaime and Cersei. You were beautiful, as all Lannisters are, and you had a bit
of wit and spunk as well. Growing up, you had the typical look of a Lannister
and was often compared to Cersei.
“#brolby ❤” I tweeted as I watched twitter drama unravel. Immediately I was getting likes and replies, which wasn’t surprising since I was Colby’s best (girl) friend.
“Hey so team Brolby huh?” Colby walked into the room, phone in his hand as he smiled at me. “Oh course. Brolby for life” I smiled and he climbed into the bed laying on the opposite side. “I was afraid you’d betray me and choose Brikey.” He laughed.
“No I don’t like little kids.” I smiled and jumped up from the bed. “I have to shower.” “Can I join?” Colby smirked; causing me to scoff in disgust. “Ew no go home.” I shook my head and went to the bathroom, turning on the water and stripping my clothes.
“Y/N?” Colby knocked on the door. “Yes? Just come in.” I told him as I searched for a shirt in my bra. I didn’t mind getting dressed in front of him since I’ve known him since 7th grade. “I was wondering if you wanted to go get food.” He fell on my bed and let him eyes scan my body.
“Hey, eyes up here.” I made a peace sign putting them to my eyes then to his back and forth a few times. “Yeah sorry.” He laughed but continued to scan my chest. I quickly pulled a black shirt over my head and pulled my hair out, allowing it to flow across my back.
“Hey isn’t that mine?” He asked. “Yep.” I nodded and went to the mirror, applying mascara and dark red lipstick. “So food?” He asked again. “Sure where?” I turned to him smiling. “Tender greens with me and Brennen.” He shrugged.
“Oh I’m special enough to join you guys at tender greens?” I raised my eyebrows, a smirk plastered to my red lips. “Of course you are.” He smirked back, kissing my head and walking to the door.
“So yes?” He leaned against the door frame. “Yeah I guess.” I nodded and grabbed my black converse. “Okay meet us downstairs in five.” I nodded and began to tie my shoes. Finishing up, I grabbed my phone off of the charger and went down the stairs, Colby and Brennen talking to the vlog.
Colby hadn’t noticed that I came so I jumped on his back yelling boo. “Jesus!” Colby yelled and grabbed my thighs so I wouldn’t fall off. “You scared me.” He bounced so I would be on his back more comfortably.
“Ready to go?” I asked, looking over his shoulder. Our faces were extremely close, which I didnt mind one bit. “Yup.” I popped the p and kissed his cheek.
“Hey! He’s mine.” Brennen said offensively. “Oh yeah?” I smirked and he nodded, grabbing Colby’s hand. “Brolby.” He winked and I smacked his hand away. “Brolby when I’m not around.” I smirked and intertwined mine and replaced Brennens fingers with mine and kissed his cheek again.
“I can’t believe you’d do this bro.” Brennen had his hand over his chest. “I’m sorry.” Colby dropped me from his back. I smirked triumphantly and let go of Colby’s hand. “Delete all that they’ll probably think me and Colbs are together.” I told Brennen and he shook his head.
“Nope.” He smirked and I groaned. (I’m gonna use mine and Colby’s ship name but you can change it to your own) “Conzie.” I cringed at the ugly name. “Kelby?” Brennen suggested. “No both are ugly.” I cringed and followed them to Colby’s car. “Shot gun!” I yelled and ran to the door, pulling myself in before Brennen can pull me out.
“You’re terrible.” He narrowed his eyes at me and climbed into the back of the small car. “Ha.” I smirked and pulled the belt over my waist and chest. “So tender greens still right?” I asked and turned to look over at Colby who nodded.
I laid my head on the head rest and looked over at Colby. I couldn’t help but stare, he was just so beautiful. Me and Colby have never been anything more than friends but occasionally we’d hold hands or cuddle. I wish he thought of me that way but I doubt he ever will.
He reached over the thing and grabbed my hand, intertwining. I looked over at him with a confused look but he kept his eyes on the road. I was starving so I couldn’t wait to get food.
“What are we doing after this?” I asked as I sipped my sweet tea. “I dont know. Whatever you want?” Colby shrugged and looked over at Brennen for an idea but he shrugged as well. “I kinda just wanna go home and watch Harry Potter.” I set my drink down, looking st the boys to see if they’d add anything else.
“Okay.” Colby nodded. “I have to go home anyways after so..” Brennen told us and I nodded. “Harry Potter night with Colby it is!” I cheered and got up, throwing my food away.
“Let’s go get Brennen home! I wanna watch movies.” I grabbed Colby’s hand, dragging him out. “Slow down.” He laughed and tripped over his feet as I dragged.
“Which one first?” He asked. “Uhm obviously the first one?” I gave him a crazy look. “Okay okay sorry.” He put his hands up in defense and got up to go get all the snacks. “Lets begin!” I cheered and grabbed a hardfull of popcorn.
“I’m bored!” Colby groaned, falling into my lap. “We’re only on the third one!” I groaned back and pushed him off of me. “Let’s do something else.” He sat up, looking at me with his beautiful eyes.
“No.” I pushed him away. “Y/N?” He asked, sounding more serious. “Yes?” I turned to him and before i could react, his lips were on mine. “What are you doing?” I asked, pushing him away.
“Oh I I’m sorry..” He said standing up, about to rush away. “Wait. No I didnt mean.. I..” I held his hand so he couldn’t rush away again. I looked up at him but he avoided my eyes. I sighed, grabbing his cheeks and pressing my lips back to his.
“I felt so rejected.” He laughed, kissing me again. “No. I just wasn’t sure.. But I am now.” I smiled and he smiled back. “Good because I was terrified.” He laughed, grabbing my hands and kissing my forehead.
OMG so nervous about unmasking myself on here, but I have to share this story.
So AHBL8 was last weekend, and it was amazing - even if the weekend did get off to a rocky start.
There was huge issues with photographs running over on Saturday, which meant they cancelled the group ops that day. However, they did say we could come the following morning and get it done then. And seeming I didn’t want to miss out on the chance of taking a photo with these five amazing men, I took up the offer.
So crack of dawn I head back to con and waited for my picture. Anyone who has been to con knows the photo part is a bit of a production line, so I waited patiently, was plonked between the boys, and waited for the photo, when Jared wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. I didn’t know what to do, so I cringed. Happy cringe, but still cringed, before being waived off to wait the time out until panels started in the afternoon.
I eventually head downstairs to preorder the event DVD when one of the HUB staff come rushing up to me, saying they were looking for me cause I took a bad photo and they wanted me to redo it. So I say okay and ask when, and they said group shots had finished for the morning, but they would be starting up again in a couple hours, so I could do it then.
We decide to go wait in the theatre until it’s time to go back, when another HUB volunteer came rushing up to tell me about my ugly photograph and that I had to go get it taken again, except this one had said photo - and OMG it was hideous. My eyes were all scrunched up. Anyway, they also said I had to go NOW.
So I went upstairs, where I was cornered by another two HUB staff (seriously, did everyone get to see my bad pic?!) telling me to get it retaken. I finally get to talk to the staff member running the photos, who confirmed what the first person said, and that I’d have to come back later.
Anyway, the hours pass, and I finally get to retake my photo. I walk up and ask, seeming smiling failed so hard for me, could we just do blue steel instead to make sure I don’t pull any more faces, and well, the above photo is the result, and I love it! Turns out resting bitch face works well for me. I’ll have to remember that!
Anyway, thanks to the HUB staff for letting me take a second photo, even if it does mean you all know me as the person who took such an ugly photo, you had to do it again! I know the weekend was tough on all of you, and the fact that you guys took the time out to help me, even when your worlds were turning to shit, means the world to me. I can’t wait for Krampus!
That smile the Inquisitor flashes at Cullen when you’re given the first
opportunity to flirt with him in Haven is SO UGLY! I cringe every time I
see it and I’ve started holding off on flirting with him until Skyhold.
If I were in Cullen’s shoes I would have NOPED right out of there
faster than he did in Origins. It’s SOOOO ugly. *shudder*
Maybe it was fate that threw you and Conor together, or maybe it was simply the fact that you’d forgotten to change out of your pajama pants and had made it all the way down to your building’s lobby before you realized you’d only managed to dress your top half.
You could remember looking down at your pants and blushing profusely before turning on your heel and avoiding meeting eyes with anyone as you jogged up the many flights of stairs, not willing to risk making any uneccesary human contact in the lift.
You’d always been quite a forgetful person, but this was just a step too far, and as embarrassed and clouded with disbelief as you were, you felt laughter bubbling up in your chest.
This was typical, and you couldn’t imagine anyone you knew doing this, let alone doing it and actually getting past their front door before realising. You press your lips together with as much strength as you could muster up, trying so hard to hide your self amused grin as you made your way down your hallway with your keys in your hands.
“You know, I have a friend who likes to wear his pyjama pants during the daytime too.”
You freeze at the voice, slowly turning your head and smiling sheepishly at the fluffy haired boy who stood at the other end of the hall, an amused smirk on his face.
Your cheeks begin to burn once again, just as they had earlier on, and the stranger at the end of the hall with the cute face’s smile widened, as if he could sense your embarrassment.
That was the first time you ever met Conor, and it was a mess. You were only half dressed, you felt like your face was going to burst into flames due to the act that you were blushing so hard, and you had barely a trace of makeup on your face seeing as you were only planning on attending a few meetings with your team before returning back home to spend the entire day boycotting problematic celebrities and updating your blog.
You somehow, through the sheer mask of horror, managed to spark up a conversation with the boy, who’s name turned out to be Conor, and found out that the reason why you’d never seen him around the building before was because the only reason he was there that day was to see his brother, who just so happened to living in the apartment closest to yours.
It was crazy to think now, that if you’d never accidentally left your apartment wearing pyjamas and consequently had to go back upstairs to get changed, that you may have never met Conor. You just would’ve gone about your day with no idea that your soulmate, whom you, now, were sure Conor was, would’ve been walking past your apartment with no inclination that it was anything more than just another door with a strange dent that you weren’t even sure you could explain if you needed to.
You chuckle softly at the thought, and Conor glances over at you, only for a second though, seeing as he was driving and needed to keep his eyes on the road. “What’re you laughing about?”
He was teasing you, you could tell. From the smirk on his face to the way his words held that tone you’d heard way too often. You grin and shrug softly. “Just thinking about the first time we met.”
“Mm?” He hums, reaching over and resting his left hand on your thigh, keeping his eyes firmly on the road as you continued to drive down the motorway. “Thinking about those hideous emoji pants?”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Watch it. You know how much I love those things.”
“But they’re so ugly!” He cringes back against his seat, curling up his top lip in distaste. “And I’m literally two hundred percent sure that Caspar has the same pair.”
You roll your eyes, leaning your head onto your shoulder and humming. “Don’t be jealous just because you’re not on the same level of iconic fashion as me and Casp.”
Conor laughs, throwing his head back against the seat and glancing over at you for a second with a fond look in his eyes. “You’re so weird.”
And yes, in a way he was probably right, you were awfully weird. But that was okay, because in the world we live in today, what is the definition of ‘normal’ anyways? You were weird but wonderful, you were unique and had such a beautiful personality that outshone anything negative that loomed over your head.
You grin to yourself as you unseen the cap on your vitamin drink, taking a sip before leaning over and helping Conor drink some, without letting him get too distracted. You pull the bottle away after he’s had enough, putting the lid back on and leaning down, pushing the bottle back into the small travel bag you’d packed.
Sitting back up, you curl your legs up to your chest and purse your lips, pushing your fingers through Conor’s and using your other hand to fiddle with the radio system, changing the station until you found one that was playing some relatively decent music.
On your way back home from a weekend trip up North to visit your family, you couldn’t imagine a more content way to be as you close your eyes and listen to the music playing softly through the speakers in the black Range Rover that you loved so much.
His hand tightens in your hold as you feel yourself beginning to fall asleep, the movements of the car having always been a natural sedative for you, ever since you were young.
With the memories of the first day you met Conor floating around in your head, you fall asleep with a gentle smile on your face, as happy as you’d ever been.