A young woman kissed by the sea finds herself stranded when her ship sinks. Luckily, she has quite a reputation, and luckily, there's another female pirate willing to give her a chance.
{Yara Greyjoy x OC}
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While the trip had made them plenty of gold, stolen from the Lannisters, Balon Greyjoy had not been excited when his daughter had returned home. Yara had been working hard the last few weeks, trying to impress her still upset father. It seemed to be unending.
"If you think you can make decisions on your own," Yara had told her he'd said, "Then you get to carry the responsibility too."
Admittedly, Deema found it quite childish. Yara was a grown woman, capable of deciding what to do. It hadn't been the smartest choice, but Deema was so grateful and wished she could help in more ways.
She had offered to help or take some tasks as her own, but Yara had waved her off, rarely letting her help. "I can do it myself." She'd say. Deema knew she could, but that didn't mean she should.
But Yara Greyjoy had plenty of stubbornness in her, and eventually, Deema just let her be, hoping the pressure she put on herself would lessen just a bit. When it did not, she decided to take matters into her own hands. The woman needed a break, and Deema needed to spent time with the captain.
Unfortunately, Yara was all she could think about on the long and boring days. She had taken on sewing, but soon gave up. Spending time in the kitchen was nice; it was warm and busy and no one cared who she was or why she was there as long as she kept out of the way and didn't eat everything.
She was quite unsure what to make of her thoughts circling back to Yara, and had decided that the answer must be simple. Yara Greyjoy was a beautiful woman, and Deema liked spending time with her. And looking at her. She'd come to the conclusion that she wanted to fuck her. It had been quite the revelation, but Deema had been through weirder things, and she knew she could get what she wanted.
While she wasn't necessarily planning for that, she did come up with some more tone-setting ideas instead of just hitting an inn and getting drunk on mediocre ale. It was quite the mission, especially since she had to beg the cook to make some extra snacks for her.
After a few days, it was all set, all she needed to do was convince Yara to take an evening off. So, with a bag full of wine and treats, she moved to Yara's room, entering with a rather dramatic knock.
The first thing she noticed was what a mess it was. Paper laid everywhere, clothes rested on the bed and on the chairs. Burnt down candles were resting over each available surface and Deema was certain that if she wasn't careful she would step on a sword. "Oh, gods, I thought you'd be a bit more clean than this," she scrunched up her nose, setting the bag down near te door. "Am I bothering?"
Yara leaned back in her chair, quill forgotten on the table. She wondered what the paperwork was for. "You're never a bother,"
"Good," Deema said, crossing her arms. "We're going out right now."
