Dear Cherryhacola, I honestly don't know who's endgame yet, I started this as a Robb fic but I've lately been feeling like Marina and Jaime would make an amazing and fun pairing, and I love writing their scenes together. It's very star crossed, because of the Martell's history with the Lannisters and I have way bigger plans for her other than romantic interests. With that said, here's Jaime fucking shit up for a chapter. :) And Marina giving Robb a chance.

WARNING: The first scene is Jaime and Cersei (don't hate me, it's for the sake of the plot, ily).

WARNING II: There's more smut near the end, don't me. I wanted equal opportunities for both possible pairings with the MC.

I own absolutely nothing but my OCs and ideas. You know, the stuff that's not on the show/books.

Jaime

He should've known his sister did not want to simply talk; when had she ever wanted to do that? Still, he had followed her, as he had done his whole life before, as she asked him to meet her that morning earlier in the broken tower. He had never felt guilty being with her, even the morning of her wedding to Robert, when he had taken her for the first time. We shared a womb, Cersei had said often, We came into this world together, we belong together. You are my other half. He had believed her for years, for even as she had grown cold and hard around everyone else, she found a confidant in him. He did not expect her now to look like a stranger, his own sister, a face so like his own.

He should've known he was doing something wrong when he saw her pacing in the broken tower, but he had gone to her nonetheless, to taste lips that now felt bitter against his own. She stopped the kiss as she felt his hands on her breasts, pulling away from him and denying what he needed at the moment. Why was he incapable of falling for women who were allowed to love him back?

"You've changed. You're kissing differently" she looked up, her eyes cold.

"How have I changed? I am still here, am I not?" He knew as soon as he said it, that it was the wrong thing, watching her eyes narrow.

"You have been awfully close to that little Dornish whore as of late. Has she spread her legs for you that easily?" His jaw clenched at the insult to her honor, but he thought it best to let it go.

"No one is spreading their legs for me besides you, dear sister" he taunted, making her raise a hand, which he caught in the air "Careful now, you're starting to sound jealous"

"Why would I be jealous of a child?" Cersei rolled her eyes. "She is a stupid, smiling cunt" His jaw clenched, but Jaime said nothing. His lack of a reaction did not go unnoticed by Cersei, who in turn came closer and started running her hands up and down his jerkin. "Well the Stark boy can have her, I've made sure of that"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you not know? They are to be wed"

"By Robert's command" he frowned.

"And do you think my fool of a husband had the idea on his own? I want to be rid of her. If she can't be of use to us, she's an enemy. You have been consorting with the enemy, Jaime. I'll be sure to get her out of the way, if I can't rid myself of her for good." She smirked proudly, turning her attention back to him, noticing the lack of amusement in his expression. "I hate the way she looks at you" She purred, kissing wetly up his neck.

"And would she be the first woman to look at me? She is harmless, leave the girl alone" He was met with silence, before she kissed him again, pulling him next to her body and undressing him hastily, the cold breeze of Winterfell on his chest not being as chilling as the touch of her fingers. He did his best to push the warning signs away from his brain, trying to focus on the familiar touch, yet for the first time, it all felt so wrong.

He took her from behind, doing his best to keep the girl off his mind, to ignore his senses as the golden hair in his grip turned to black waves. Just a fragment of your imagination. You will never have her as you have Cersei. She is not yours to take. He had imagined hearing her voice, calling out something he could not decipher, but pushed it away to the back of his head to rest with the other thoughts of the Dornish princess. It was not until he heard a shrill scream that he froze, watching his sister take in a breath in fear before he pulled away much to her dismay, laced up his trousers and left without a word, ignoring Cersei's calls and going down the stairs as quick as his feet could take him.

"Oh my god, Bran" he heard her say in a shocked whisper, running past the body on the floor and getting the little boy from the tower as soon as he had climbed down close enough for her to reach. She hugged him tight, a long hug, and although he was confused, Bran Stark let her. Jaime looked from the two to the body on the floor, and felt his heart drop. She knew the Stark boy would be here, and by the despair in her voice and the relief in her eyes, something horrible had been about to happen. It was easy for him to forget the immense power she held over them when he looked at her, to forget how much she knew. She was so light and full of life in a way most people that knew two things about the world would despise. In a way his hateful sister despised.

He didn't know where the body had come from, but her clothes were covered in blood and had a few gashes in them, the white blouse having a pattern he was unable to decipher with all the rips, holes, and blood stains. He had just knelt to observe her when Marina pulled away from Bran Stark and sat on the girl's other side. She had long, grey hair, pin straight and spread around her head, slanted eyes as he had never seen before, and skin a few shades lighter than the princess' own olive one, but he could tell instantly that they had come to this world by the same way.

"Is she…"

"Yes. She's one of you. I've never seen this happen before"

"Oh my god. Those are so many knife wounds". The girl seemed heartbroken at the sight, running her hand over the torn clothing before looking back at Jaime. He had never seen her so scared before, even in the numerous late nights he had comforted her from her night terrors on the road. She looked down at her hand, now covered in blood, and he noticed her breathing start to pick up, her eyes on the crimson liquid that covered her palms as she started to shake. "J-Jaime"

"Hey, It's alright, you're not alone. I'm here" he stood up, going around the body to pull her head to his chest, trying to calm her down. He ran one hand through her hair, the other pulling her closer. "You're here, it's alright" she sighed, and he felt her sniffle against his chest, leaning into his touch.

"I-I'm ok"

"It's alright not to be. Perhaps it would be better for you to go away inside". She stayed with her head buried on his chest as she tried to control her breathing for a few minutes, the two grateful for the comfortable silence as she started coming down.

"T-thank you for helping," she whispered. "It's the gunshots. I… I can't"

"You don't have to" he kissed the top of her head, hearing her sigh. He felt the weight of his heart dissipate inside his chest as he heard her voice again. "I'll take her to the maester. Take the boy up to his room and come talk to me when you're ready".

He saw it in her eyes that she had forgotten about Bran, and pulled away reluctantly at the reminder. She nodded then, taking a deep breath and whispering a small "I'll go with you, I'll be fine. Thank you".

"Are you certain?"

Jaime obliged dutifully once she nodded, taking the dead girl in his arms and carrying her while Marina stayed behind for a few seconds to talk to the boy, the two joining him in somber silence quickly. He had never been one to be afraid of his feelings, but he had never felt so vulnerable and helpless as he did when she had her breakdowns, and it scared him to his core, that he could wish to take away her pain and transfer it to himself. He had had a life to live and regret, with many things to feel guilty about. She had barely lived and already felt guilty for failing to protect her father and herself. She would not have said it, but he knew it was why she was so adamant on learning how to fight, why she tried to preserve them all from the war that was to come.

Looking at the girl in his arms now, she looked not much older than Marina, perhaps in her twenties, had a similar height with a less voluptuous build and was wearing what seemed to be trousers cropped to her thighs and a short-sleeved tunic, and he concluded she had been from a warm climate, even if her body felt as cold as ice. He never thought that the foreigners would feel this different from him. The girl in his arms was dead, he could see it, feel it, he needed only to look at the wounds on her chest to be sure she had been stabbed. He knew what death looked like, he had seen it one too many times, and yet… looking at the girl beside him, walking a shaken Bran Stark to the maester's chambers, it all felt so surreal. How could someone so full of life have been in the same condition as the dead newcomer?

The weight of the corpse in his arms made them start to ache as he went up the stairs, but it was not anything Jaime's frame couldn't handle, and before long she pushed ahead of him in the hall to open the door, holding it open so he could pass and lay the girl on a small bed in front of the Starks' maester, who looked terribly confused.

"Bran, go call your mother, ok? Tell her what happened, I'll be here waiting for you" she said, pecking the boy on the forehead before watching him walk away from the room, turning to the old man to explain the events of the day, explaining also how she had been killed and that she might have to be stitched up so she could heal. He admired her strength when the maester sat down to do his work and she did her best to keep her eyes on the foreigner, but dragged her outside of the room to keep her from it regardless, closing the door and blocking her protests from the working man. "Cabron! I can help there!"

"I think a trained maester will know what to do, even if it looks pointless. She's a corpse"

"She's like me, Jaime." She looked down with a sigh, numbing a "She'll be fine"

"Would you say you're fine? Have you still been having nightmares?" he asked, his tone gentler. Her silence was all he needed to hear. "You stopped coming to me"

"You're far away now. And busy with someone else"

"So you know," he confirmed, already knowing the answer as soon as he saw the disappointment in her eyes. Of course she would know about him and Cersei, she knew everything. "I hate it when you look at me like that"

"I'm sorry" she said, taking him by surprise. "I shouldn't have gotten involved, I knew it wouldn't end well, I should've just listened. To Tyrion, to Shiera, to myself. Yes, I know, and yes, your secret is safe with me"

"You're not angry?"

"Of course I'm angry. I'm furious, but I have no right to be when I knew you'd go back to her. You'll always go back to her" She was now avoiding his eyes as much as she could. "Just disappointed. I thought you were better than this." that made his jaw clench in anger.

"I'm not"

"You could be" she sighed in exasperation and got closer to him, now searching his eyes for something he was not sure she would find. "I remember a quote about you, how did it go?" she thought to herself, before it seemed to come to her "that boy had wanted to be Ser Arthur Dayne, but someplace along the way he had become the Smiling Knight instead" she quoted, making his eyes widen.

"How did you-"

"He knighted you, didn't he? The Sword of the Morning." she took another step closer, now taking his hands as she looked up into his eyes, making him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. He was not a man to get nervous often, on the contrary, and yet when she looked at him like that, he felt like a boy again, as he had not felt in years. "You're good Jaime. Coño, maybe it's deep, deep, deep down, but it's there somewhere. That boy is still there, and I believe in him, even if you don't. I just hope you don't have to lose everything to realize it and make a change."

He looked at her deep brown eyes, full of sadness and hope, and felt himself urging closer despite himself, resting his forehead against hers. He leaned in to capture her lips in his, but she pushed him away gently after they had barely managed to graze.

"No. Try that again and I will fuck you up. Don't test me. Just because I believe in you, doesn't mean my self respect is out the window"

"I'll end it with her" he promised, making her roll her eyes, the old Marina returning.

"She's your sister, Jaime. You can't just end family relations, it's not like you'll never see her again. And I could never be with someone that is in love with someone else"

"Marina, it's you. I-"

"Don't" she cut him off, stepping away and raising a warning finger at him. "Don't finish that sentence" she stopped, contemplating whether or not to tell him before proceeding. "Bran would've seen you two. It's why I brought him down. In the books, he saw you, and you pushed him out of the window, hoping it would kill him. For her. It would've crippled him for life, and all for her sake. The things I do for love." She sighed, searching his eyes, his face blank of emotion and making her scoff "I can't do this with you". She finished, and he heard her sigh heavily, before walking away to her room.

Marina

There was to be a feast that day. The king had wanted the game from the hunt to be eaten fresh, and of course no one worried about the poor servants who had to somehow arrange the whole thing and be able to roast some reindeer-looking animal in less than a day. She had forgotten that she had been covered in blood until she came into the room to hear a lecture from a worried Shiera, who had immediately urged her to the bath, saying she looked like a butcher as soon as Marina explained that the blood wasn't hers.

People had come and gone from her room; Lady Stark in desperation, hugging her for dear life and thanking her for saving her darling boy, King Robert to question her gruffly about the girl: where she was from, if she was hostile, when she would be awake. It all seemed to go by in a haze, and her mind could only focus on the blood, the wounds bringing back flashes of the memories she still so desperately tried to forget. She knew her father would want her to be happy, to celebrate his life, and her own, instead of mourning her death, but Marina felt like simply the memory of that fateful night corrupted her very soul. She had barely noticed time passing before she was standing in front of her vanity, in a golden dress she did not remember getting into, with Shiera combing through her hair.

"Thank you" she looked up to say, meeting Shiera's blue eyes in the mirror and watching them soften. "For everything. I can't imagine what life would be like if I didn't have you here with me. You're so loyal, the best friend I could've asked for. Thank you for taking care of me". Marina saw a flash of something between guilt and sadness cross Shiera's face, before she smiled back at the younger girl.

"Now now, I'm too young for you to take me in as a mother figure. Do you still not want to go?"

"I'd rather be alone tonight, I can't handle just smiling and looking pretty when I don't feel it. I'll go when I feel better, and hopefully it'll be shorter. You go enjoy it with Jon, ok?" Marina ran a hand through her hair, before getting started on a waterfall braid, Shiera nodding and smiling at her before leaving. She was awfully late to the feast, but to be honest, she didn't feel like going anyway. She didn't feel like she could look at Jaime without wanting to cry or punch him in the face. Lucky for her, it had been around two hours since the event had begun, and no one came to bother her in her room.

She went to bed, lying over the furs and thinking, looking up at the ceiling of the dark room. Everything seemed darker in Winterfell, even if she could see everything more clearly. She wasn't left to her thoughts for too long. Half an hour, at most, before she heard a knock on the door. She ignored it at first, but as another knock persisted, she sighed and got up from the bed, walking closer to the door. "Who is it?" she asked, hoping it wasn't the man who had been plaguing her thoughts. At the sound of the familiar voice, she relaxed, opening the door and looking up to meet his blue eyes. Just what she needed.

"Robb, hi. I'm sorry"

He looked her up and down, following the gold thread of her dress with his eyes before settling on her face. "That's alright, I understand it's been a full day for you. Although you look too well dressed to go to bed" she laughed lightly.

"I was planning on going but… I can't be bothered to fake another smile today"

"You shouldn't be alone like this" He said, reaching for her hand, his eyes compassionate.

"I asked to be left alone" she answered, but she couldn't help leaning into his comforting presence. He pulled her into a hug then, and after a moment, she sighed, giving in to his embrace and hugging him back. He smelled like the woods and red wine, and his arms felt like home. "Thank you" she mumbled against his chest, feeling it rumble slightly as he chuckled, before they pulled away. "You're so warm" she added, making him let out a hearty laugh, earning a smile from her in return. A thought seemed to come to him, before he spoke up.

"Come with me"

"I really don't feel like going to the feast, Robb"

"Who says that's where we're going?"

She smiled then, her curiosity peaked "Where are you taking me today, Stark?"

"The kitchens first. You must be starved" he simply answered, keeping the surprise about their final destination. She closed the door of her room then, following him down the hall.

Robb knew his way around the castle, which still seemed like a maze to her, and before long they were led to the kitchens. He ordered some servants to bring them food, and a few moments later he had a basket in his hand with bread, some wine and other courses from the feast. He led them then to a small basement, and Robb somehow managed to avoid any guard that may be on their way. The room was hidden behind a large tapestry, and the stairs that led to the basement were of rustic stone, the pattering of their feet and the howl of a few faraway wolves being the only sound they could hear. He handed her the basket then, taking a lit torch from the wall before they kept on.

"Um... Robb? Where are you taking me? This seems like a nice murder spot"

He laughed at her tone. He had gotten so much more comfortable around her, and it was almost refreshing watching a happy and more carefree Robb, compared to the serious King in the North struck by tragedies and a war that she had come to know by the books. "Nowhere dangerous, I won't kill you". He joked.

"Yes, that's exactly what a killer would say" they laughed, trying to speak in hushed tones so they would not get caught sneaking in the night. They walked through a long, dark hall in silence for what felt like too long, the temperature increasing drastically and making Robb discard his furs along the way. As he took his torch to light up the ones attached to the walls, illuminating everything in his path he heard a small gasp from her.

A few candles were laid around the hot springs, and the heat emanating from the pools explained the warm fog that surrounded them. They had apparently avoided a few along the way, and he had explained that their piped water was what heated up Winterfell, although there were some pools that remained free of the thick, copper pipes, where they found themselves now, closer to the sept. The ceiling of the caves was high enough for her to not feel trapped, and the clear water was inviting. Robb led her to a larger pool located near a corner, just under the candlelight. It was shallow enough for them to stand in, and much larger in width.

"This one is the largest, and it's also not too hot to swim in. I used to come here all the time with my siblings when we discovered there were some swimmable hot springs in the castle, but once we grew older it became less appropriate"

"And you thought it'd be appropriate to bring me here instead?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. At his nervous smile she laughed, kissing him on the cheek. "It's beautiful, Robb. It's a part of Winterfell I've always wanted to see".

"I'm glad you like it. The feast was awfully dreary without that smile" she smiled wider at him, before leaning up to kiss him gently.

"Thank you, it did make me smile. Although normally I would be terrified of caves. Thank you for taking my mind off of everything though. You're really amazing, Robb". He pulled her into another kiss then. He started off slowly, teasing her tongue with his before he heard a small moan from her, urging him to move on and deepen the kiss, making her head spin. She gripped his shirt, pulling him closer and squealing as he dropped the torch he held in his hand, breaking the kiss and laughing. "Robb! What the hell! My dress could've caught on fire! What did you want by bringing me here, specifically?".

He smiled at her, picking it up "I don't remember anymore" He said, resting the torch that had been in his hand near the others on the wall and cornering her to it, his eyes almost predatory. The Young Wolf, she thought, and she could definitely see it reflected in his eyes, the way he stared at her hungrily despite himself. His eyes flickered down to her lips, and in a bold move, she leaned in to kiss him, pulling him closer by gripping his shirt, making him take a step forward and trap her between the wall and his larger body. He responded, following the kiss' deep and slow pace as he pulled her flush against him, holding her by her waist. They broke the kiss soon, too soon for her liking, and he leaned his forehead against hers, smiling widely. "Gods, I've wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you"

"Robb, wait. We shouldn't do anything rash. Too much, too soon" She hesitated, looking back up at him.

"That's alright, I won't pressure you. I can wait as long as you need, and you let me know if I do something you don't want me to" he said, leaving a few soft kisses on the corner of her lips, her cheek and her jaw before kissing wetly down her neck, ushering a moan from her as she relaxed at his words. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing, she could feel him smile against her skin at the sound, kissing farther down until he found her sweet spot, making her shiver slightly and grip his shoulder. At her reaction, he bit down on the spot lightly, earning another moan, now louder from her and pulling her closer with a groan of his own. She didn't know if the unbearable heat was from the hot springs or his touch anymore. "It seems like you want to" he chuckled.

"It sure seems like you want to" she echoed him, gripping his hair and tugging on it, urging a groan from his lips before he pulled away, his eyes darker as he looked down at her.

"I'll try to control myself".

Robb

She was a sight to behold. Her hair fell in messy waves, where it was not contained from the braid at the crown of her head, her lips were red from his kisses and her cheeks were slightly flushed due to the heat. It was not long after that she had snapped back to herself, pulling him closer and kissing him hard for what felt like not nearly long enough. Her lips were intoxicating, and she smelled of jasmine and oranges; her signature scent, she had once explained, the sweetness of it driving him mad.

She tugged his shirt up, balling it in her smaller fist and sliding it up his torso, silently asking him to remove it, when he stopped her, breaking the kiss. "We shouldn't" he trailed off reluctantly, earning a laugh from her.

"That's rich, coming from you. You're the one that started this, and now you can't handle it?" she said, sliding under his arm to get away from his grip without straying too far. He missed her pressed against him already. "Ok, how was the hunt today?"

"Stop playing with me, Mar" he said, making her laugh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm trying to be strong about it but you make it so hard"

"You shouldn't blame me for wanting you when you're this perfect"

"Hardly" she scoffed, an idea seeming to come up into her mind as she looked back at the hot spring before she was unlacing her dress, the only sound in the cave being the eventual drips of condensed water and their shallow breaths.

"Gods, what are you doing?" he said, running a hand through his hair and looking away to try and protect her honor.

"Come on, the water's amazing" She spoke up after testing it, walking backwards before turning to the pool as her dress fell to the floor and he looked up, doing his best not to let his eyes divert into her smallclothes. At that moment, he mentally slapped himself. He had planned a romantic visit, for them to talk, eat some food from the feast while avoiding the people and spend some time together but ever since their last kiss, he couldn't help wanting more, and seeing her smile, her eyes bathed in the candlelight had made him forget all his manners. Some honor he had now, he chastised himself.

"We shouldn't," he pressed.

"Then why did you bring me here?" The question made him feel even more stupid, and he she laughed slightly, walking back to him and cupping his face, leaning up to kiss him gently, breathing out a small "It's ok, we have self control, at least you do. Just let go and relax for the night"

He nodded "Tell me to stop when you want me to" he breathed out as she tugged his shirt up, and helped her take it off, regaining his confidence as she sighed.

"Ay bendito, your muscles point to your dick" she said after raking her eyes hungrily down his torso, earning a loud laugh from him before he picked her up and jumped with her into the foggy pool, the two emerging soon enough as she gasped, hitting his chest and giggling before they were enveloped in another kiss.

"You put too much faith in me to control myself when you're touching me like this" he whispered into the kiss, making her smile and chuckling as she bit and dragged his bottom lip. Robb sat down on one of the irregular, rocky walls of the pool and pulled her onto his lap, pushing her now wet hair to one of her shoulders, leaving the other exposed. She ran her hands up his torso dragging her nails down his chest, making him lean his head back with a groan, her eyes trailing along her hands before she looked back up to him.

"The honorable Robb Stark" she said, her accent making his name come out of her soft lips sounding like music, the familiar chill climbing up his legs and to his groin. She leaned down with a smirk, inching closer to him and whispering a "Look at you now", her face not even an inch away from his, before he was capturing her lips.

"You're such a tease" he growled, hearing her sigh in pleasure. The mix of skin and wet, thin fabric felt glorious beneath his fingers as she straddled his lap, his hands on her waist as she wore the most revealing chemise he could've ever pictured, the thin fabric now clinging to her body, stopping just above her breasts and serving absolutely no purpose but to hold him back from seeing her naked body fully and taking her then and there.

Their moans mixed together as she grinded against his hard length, his hands resting on her arse and guiding her movements. He looked back up at her as she leaned her head back with a moan, making him growl and kiss down her neck, biting her sweet spot again and tightening his grip. Nothing made him feel more powerful than watching her moan and squirm at his touch, as as she neared her end, she leaned her head on his shoulder, moaning his name and driving him to his own release.

"You didn't tell me to stop yet," he said, trying to catch his breath, watching as she did the same and pushing away some of the hair that fell and now clung to the side of her face.

"Then don't stop" she smiled, getting up to take off her chemise, him stopping her hands with his own as the fabric reached her thighs, making her look back up at him.

"What happened to 'too much, too fast'?"

"Yeah I gave up"

"If you take off that chemise, I'm not letting you go" he said, making her smile and giving him an idea. What time was better than now, when they were in each other's embrace? "Marry me" he said, her lips opening in shock.

"Easy now, that's a long way to go for sex" she joked, before realising he was serious about it. "I can't, Robb" she bit her bottom lip, looking down with a sigh. "I have to go south with your father, I have things to fix there."

"And after that?" he said, making her hesitate for a few seconds before he broke the silence. "I'll wait for you, for as long as you need me to."

"I don't know. Can I have some time to think about it?"

"Yes, of course" he answered, trying not to let the disappointment and nervousness get the best of him, letting in the breath he had been holding before remembering. "We still haven't eaten, you know". She laughed at that, some of the tension in the air dissipating.

"Yes. Yes, let's go" she got up, walking to the basket of food and going straight for the wine.

I hope you guys are loving this story as much as I am! I'm sorry about the Jaime scene, but it would be totally unrealistic for his character to just give up on Cersei as soon as another woman came into his life. He does care about Marina, and is falling in love with her but like… 36 years is a long time, and hard to let go.