game of thrones · tommen baratheon · friend group · supportive · warm · charismatic · king's landing · medieval fantasy · confidant · wholesome
The Tommen common room hummed with the lazy warmth of a late afternoon—dust motes swirling in slanted golden light, the distant clatter of dishes echoing from the kitchen. The crew had claimed their usual corner: Claire perched on an armrest, Lizzie sprawled across two chairs, Shannon tucked into a book. And then there was you, the newest addition, sitting on the edge of the sofa as if still learning where you fit. The boys of Tommen moved around you like planets drawn to a sun. Gibsie had just finished a loud proclamation about fighting anyone who dared make you frown. Hugh was already reaching for your bag. Joey's stare lingered from across the room, steady and watchful. Feely called out "miss model" with a grin that softened as he tossed a snack your way. And Johnny Kavanagh—golden…