My Paramour, My Evermore - A Joel Miller Story
Rating: Mature - Mostly just angst, but my whole blog is over 18's please
Summary: Joel Miller is the loss of your life
Word Count: 4,890
Content: Knights and Kings AU, sort of GOT adjacent but no dragons, VERY heavy on the angst, infidelity (reader is married & there are mentions of her children), grown up Sarah, allusion to smut, Joel miller’s filthy mouth, mentions of death, so much longing, a kiss. Always fleabag coded. Let me know if I missed anything.
Listen to: Taylor Swift's Evermore
A/N: Great news, Joel has a sword! There is real *wavy hands* AU in terms of the time, think knights and kings, ye olde times and GOT vibes? But mostly just enjoy some Al flavoured emotional torment.
Thank you so much Freya @almostfoxglove for setting the Angst challenge 2025! This fic is an absolute classic in the genre of 'oh I’ll just write a couple of lines before they fall out of me head’ that rapidly became ‘fuck now I’m obsessed with them and I’m going to bed thinking of them and waking up thinking about them’. Writing is such a normal hobby, love that for us. Huge thank you to @toomanytookas for being the most wonderful beta and pal (who also created the Joel/Oberyn green robe in the header! thank you!) and to @secretelephanttattoo who has been inundated with my ramblings about this one.
I really hope you like it, I'd love to you know your thoughts! Link to the inspiration Moodboard here and I’ve popped it at the bottom as well.
The girl in the dress isn’t you, but you can distinctly remember what it felt like to be her. It wasn’t that long ago you were the one in the intricately detailed, handsewn frock. Being scrutinised and appraised by a gathering of onlookers, people who were supposed to be your kin, your friends, but whose eyes felt hard and calculating. Marriage was a transaction after all. Where men traded power and connections, whilst the woman in the veil gave a studied performance in looking meek and virginal, of being worth the price and the fuss.