Margaery Tyrell

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First meeting
Adorafluff - Confession time
RNG meme - Steve being a horrible patient
A few weeks later, when Steve's insomnia gets too bad to ignore
Meeting the team, which is absolutely not intimidating at all
Weekend away
New Year's ski trip

 Merry Christmas, Malcolm!

Box 1

Box 2

Characters: Margaery and Willas Tyrell
Rating: PG
Setting: Modern!Westeros
Prompt: #13 Brother - Drabble Table
Word Count: 171

Margaery knew that she was being watched before she knew who was doing the watching. It did not surprise her - the bar was crowded and she often drew attention. As she waited at the bar for the drinks she had ordered, she looked around until the culprit revealed himself. He shifted his barstool closer to her.

"What's your name?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face. Margaery pretended not to hear him over the sound of the crowd and the music.

When the bartender brought her martini and a pint of lager, the potential suitor nodded as if coming to some great realization. He grabbed the glass before Margaery could and held it up for her to get her attention.

"Who is he?" the guy asked. Margaery simply nodded in the direction of the corner booth, where Willas was waiting for her. He groaned and relinquished the glass. "How can I compete with that?"

She laughed and whispered in his ear before walking away. "You can't. He's my brother."

Characters: Olenna and Margaery Tyrell, mentions of Willas, Garlan and Loras Tyrell
Rating: PG
Setting: Modern!Westeros
Prompt: #11 Mother - Drabble Table
Word Count: 148

Olenna watched as her grandchildren played. The boys were in the grass. Willas and Garlan were playing keep-away again, and Loras, ever the energetic one, happily gave chase as they kicked the ball back and forth between them.

Sitting under the large elm, a six-year-old Margaery played alone, as she often did when her cousins were not around. She seemed content to sit, surrounded by her dolls, but Olenna did not like the idea of the girl being alone. She walked across the lawn and joined the little one under the tree.

She didn’t speak, just watched as Margaery took each doll in turn and pretended to feed it, burp it, and rock it to sleep. She seemed to have infinite patience, even with the ones that she pretended were crying. Olenna smiled to herself, happy to see that her granddaughter would potentially be a good mother someday.

Theon's gift had taken weeks of planning. Every idea Margaery came up with had to be repeatedly revised, then eventually given up on. That was until she'd arrived at her last idea. She knew what he wanted - it was obvious. She was not in a position to give that to him; to give herself to him. But maybe there was a way to get close and still make him happy.

A nude or even semi-nude photo was out of the question - she could never guarantee that it wouldn't end up in the wrong hands. So a live presentation it had to be. The location was the second problem. If they were seen entering a hotel it could be a disaster for her reputation. In the end she settled on her own flat. If questions arose they could be easily answered by the fact that Theon was friends with her brother.

She answered the door in a basic black dress and heels. Nothing extraordinary, not overly revealing - she wanted what was underneath to be the real surprise. The dress was just the wrapping. She kissed his cheek as he walked in. If he looked around the living room, he'd see nothing out of the ordinary. Nice furnishings to be sure, but if he was expecting some sort of romantic scene to be set, with candles and music playing, he would be disappointed.