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Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats - Chapter 8

The reaction is instant, and before he quite knows what’s happened, Bronn Blackwater finds himself with his ass on the hard wooden floorboards, which heave and groan under his weight with considerable – and hurtful to his feelings if he might add – noise.

Introducing: A Million Ways To Date In The West(erso)

Have you ever wondered what would happen if your favorite GoT/ASOIAF characters met on a dating app?

Are they there by choice or did some well intentioned but very misguided friend set up the profile for them in hopes for a much needed love match?

Maybe your fav has never been able to find The One because every single date is The One? And they are sincerely working on that, honest, but can you fault them for falling head over heels with just about anyone when they just have so much love to give?

Or maybe they are the traditional type, and trust no one more than a professional match maker to set them up with the potential love of their life for a couple of grand? Who cares if the match maker has obviously fake red hair, speaks with an unplaceable accent and finds your love by starring deep in her flames... erm.. fireplace? She’s a P 👏 R 👏 O 👏 F 👏 E 👏 S 👏 S 👏 I 👏 O 👏 N 👏 A 👏 L  👏

If you’ve found yourself pondering these things, we have great news for you! Us mods have also wondered about these things, frequently and explicitly in our group chat in fact. We’ve wondered so much, that we decided it was time to put out a call on tumblr dot com and see if anyone else has wondered these things and would like to contribute to our newest BBP production. 

So here’s the thing, this time around we’re changing things up a bit. Typically us mods give a prompt (ex: Game of Thrones but circus... Game of Thrones but in a hospital.. you get it?) and have pre-selected a variety of fandom mainstays, rarepairs and crackships to play in the chosen sandbox, but we’re all about spicing things up a bit right now. We’ve given the prompt, but we think ya’ll can chose what ships you’d like to write this time. Go a little crazy here kids, give us your best (worst?) pairings! 

Now, we’re not saying ANYTHING goes, the mods have three no-go’s that we’d Very Much Like To Be Excluded From Our Narrative; if she’s currently the QITN after that series finale, please refrain from pairing her with the likes of Baelish, Tywin or Ramsay. If that’s your thing, it’s cool, but it’s really not ours and it’s our one major request of potential contributors. 

This also means the chapters DO NOT have to be interconnected. If someone has posted a chapter of Jaime matching with Brienne on Tinder, but you want to write Jaime falling in love with a bizarre red headed fireman named Tormund solely through their exchanges on threads in the Westeros’ Got Talent subreddit, go for it. Cuz who really cares about continuity or canon when it comes to Game of Thrones? We’ve all (probably) seen season eight here... 

If you’d like to join this madness, here’s the Most Important Information:

The fic is going online SEPTEMBER 16TH 2019. That’s a whole month from now, so plenty of time to pre-write as much as you’d like. 

If you’d like to participate, please shoot a DM or ask to this account. Please include an email address (fandom or personal, whichever you prefer) so the mods can get a hold of you within the next few weeks to further discuss our fast and loose guidelines and our posting non-schedule. 

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats by Jillypups: Chapter 5

“What in the name of Sam Hill were you thinkin’, springing that marital nonsense on me like that?” Bronn hisses over his shoulder as they plod along behind Sansa and Bran’s horses. “I can appreciate a woman who thinks fast, but what if I had bungled that up? It would have set off some mighty big alarms in that kid’s noggin.”

He and Sandor already came this close to mucking it all up, what with their indignant outcries over wedding rings. His stupidity has him almost as rankled as her gutsy stealing of the show.

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats - Chapter 6

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats by Jillypups - Chapter one

They’re peering down into the deep sluice of a narrow valley, filled with the buildings and sidewinder streets of Proudwing, Arizona. A veritable sight for sore eyes, it’s a winding, snaking town, following the curves provided by the hills that surround it all sides. By the good grace of the devil himself old Stannis Baratheon founded the place in high desert instead of low, and thusly this two-horse town ain’t nearly as hot as it gets over in Tucson during the summer.

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats by Jillypups - Chapter 4

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats by Jillypups - Chapter 3

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats by Jillypups - Chapter 2