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definitely-not-watson · 11 months

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What I really love about Sherlock Holmes Chapter One is that this game does not hold your hand through nearly, if not, everything that you encounter. Cases, evidence, deciding which conclusion to go with, since each chapter allows you to make your own decision, hinging on consequences that you may have to bear with for the entirety of the game.

So not only do you truly have to feel like a fool sometimes when you don't have a direction (which would probably be the case for me if I were a detective, because I'm just that terrible) but you're also dealing with Mr. Drama King in the back of your head.

Yes I'm talking about Jon. I've (to the best of my ability) grabbed snippets from his journal of his personal thoughts about you when you so much as do something this little potato doesn't approve of.

Though let's be real, a few of the reactions he gives are mostly just him complaining about his impatience with you. I'm going to leave all this under the cut so that it's not some HUGE text that blocks everything on your dash:

First of all, I'm not that smart when it comes to finding certain articles, at least not in every case (I will say I think the main story paper digging feels a lot more generous than the DLC ones, my word I felt stupid sometimes). You take two seconds to flip to another police document or news article and Jon pretty much moans behind you like "Hurry up I feel like I'm aging" and it's like "I don't see you helping honey, PLEASE."

Yes I'm struggling in archives because I accidentally looked up the wrong thing. Now he's just being a little brat. He acts as though you dragged him to the grocery store like he was your youngest kid and makes him walk on the side of the cart always. And no he can't get a toy from the toy section and he's going to pout about it. The best thing is leaving the screen to retrace your steps or figure out what you missed and all you see is this 👎and it's like would you calm down, I'm doing my best!

He's also super sarcastic. Since Jon is a portion of Sherlock's own personality that seeps through, mostly the playful and self-loving sort of aspects, his humor is also as dry as his, which is probably why they're able to run each other into annoying circles without actually pissing each other off. You never win and you never lose when you argue with yourself do you?

I dunno which I prefer more: Jon's incredibly witty and improvised liners out in the free world where you can roam and he occasionally makes his presence, or his down-right back handed comments in his personal notes.

Though don't get me wrong, I understand when things don't mesh well with someone that you know better than anyone else could ever know someone and things don't add up or something happens.

My weakest points when it comes to figuring out the cases was definitely the recreation process. I feel like this is where the two kind of combine heads. This is where they're seemingly more in tune with one another. I really enjoyed having Jon be the one to piece together what happened, as though they were walking through it together without saying a word. Finishing each other's sentences with each point that was connected.

Making mistakes you couldn't pin-point precisely, and then when you finally get it you either feel accomplished or a little defeated because it's like "Okay well you knew that you just had a few steps to get there" and Jon's in the corner being like "We're supposed to be a team y'know" and it's like I know, I just suck at being a detective.

Jon's reactions to what you do in the cases almost each and every step of the way is what sold his personality for me. He's rounded enough to have himself as a separate entity to Sherlock, with his own opinions and thoughts and sense of morality. He's a fantasy nerd for goodness sake, drinks and smokes a lot more than Sherlock probably ever implies, and is never afraid to speak on the sensual things (I'm talking about Sherlock's unmentionables comment as well as the painting in the caravanserai)

Which means he's very capable of calling Sherlock out when he does something wrong. A healthy relationship with anyone you assign yourself to isn't immune to having arguments or disagreements. Much less, you're allowed to tell someone you utterly made a mistake.

Both of them have a sense of mortality and a sense of justice. When someone is wrongfully accused or being blackmailed, or even shot down, that's a red flag in their books. The only reason I'm calling him dramatic in this sense with these images is because I had been nearly a full clear on two separate bandit lair occasions, and scuffed the very last one at the last possible second and left the dude a corpse on the floor. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT.

Though however, the consequences of your actions that give you Jon's comments do in fact alter the image of his visage when you open his notes. If you've done this type of accident enough, it makes sense. Sherlock does not act this way, this is not Sherlock, what the hell is going on? Jon would have no ability to step in and take away the automatic to defend people. It's immoral, and the two of them don't need to stoop to a lower ground to gain justice for something else.

You're a detective, you do not get a say in who stays above ground and who goes, that's not your prerogative. And that's why I love reading these notes. A lot of them are not mentioned here because 1) they're mostly positive because more often than not I had some sense of understanding of what I needed to do, and 2) they're repeated in certain situations. Though I'm very tempted to have a playthrough of where I get more negativity in Jon's responses to see if there are any other quotes that I've not seen before.

There were already at least 30 pages worth of comments - but I really love his little doodles. This game lets you mess up, it's not going to reach forward and say "this is what you need to do" there's no hint whatsoever. You're bound to make these mistakes, and it's the comments given that makes you feel like you're truly a part of the action and story you're walking through.

You're not alone when you travel here, and what you do is painting a certain image of yourself to someone that cares about you. This is your story, and you're free to make these mistakes, you're free to take the information you learn, dissect it and learn what happened - but in the end, it's you that makes the ending decision. There is no one correct answer, but there are many consequences.

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asprettyasyourown · 3 years

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How/Where do you think Jon and Arya will meet again? And how/where do you think Dany and Arya will meet?

Honestly, I can’t see Arya and Jon meeting anywhere else other than Winterfell. It would be such a satisfying “conclusion” to this aspect of their storyline. For Arya, both Winterfell AND Jon have been associated with home. She has tried since day one to return to either of them, and to see her do both at the same time would be so lovely. And Jon too, who has struggled for so long with his desire to have Winterfell (feeding his rivalry with Robb and his conflict with his status as a bastard) and Arya (contradicting his position as a member of the Night’s Watch, who have no family), would then get both at the same time. I know GRRM doesn’t like to hand things on a silver platter, and that “Be careful what you wish for” is a massive theme in the series, but come on. You can’t tell me they had it easy, and that they didn’t fight for it.

Now how and when is a little trickier.

Unfortunately, it won’t happen before a loooong time. Arya has a long way to go before leaving Essos, let alone reach Winterfell. She still needs to:

Tie the story with the FM (including a “training” with the courtesans/the Black Pearl, and of course leaving them);

Deal with the wildlings women and children that are stranded in Braavos now that the Sealord captured the ship (= slavers) that intended to sell them;

As I’ve mentioned before, I very much see the Iron Bank being involved in her storyline, so there’s that to deal with as well;

Meet Dany (I’ll go back to this later);

Go back to Westeros;

Deal with the Riverlands, the Brotherhoods Without Banners and, most importantly, Lady Stoneheart;

Reconnect with Nymeria.

And all that doesn’t even take into account what GRRM could throw in her way on top of all of this. That’s a lot. And since Arya will definitively not see Jon anywhere outside of the North, it could only happen after she resolved all those things.

Jon too has a lot on his plate. He first needs to be resurrected (duh). He also needs to deal with the traitors who stabbed him and his future in the Night’s Watch. If you omit the whole murder thing (kinda hard to tbh), there is still the fact he broke his vows for Arya. He was already set to leave before he died. And since his last thoughts were about Arya, and we know the dead who get resurrected focus on their last conscious thoughts, his resolve to get her back will not be lessened.

Honestly, I think he’s done with the NW. I think he’s gonna do what he intended to before dying, aka kill Ramsay and get “Arya” back, whether by allying with Stannis or at the head of his own wildling army. I don’t know if he’s gonna become King in the North like in GoT, but he’s definitively going to be considered for the role; and since Bran, the legitimate heir, is still alive and will one day return to Winterfell, this could be the catalyst for the tension between these two George planned in his original draft. Not to mention the tensions it would create with the other northern lords, who would not see with a kind eye a bastard allied with the wildlings (enemies of the North for generations) and Stannis; or those who simply won’t appreciate a king not as malleable as a child (side-eye to the Manderlys).

(Oh, and there is also the matter with fArya and Theon. I’m going on a limb here, but I doubt he’s gonna be happy to learn that what he thought was his precious “sister” is really an impostor (though he might be happy to know the real Arya didn’t get what Jeyne had to endure). Or that she’s bringing along the guy who betrayed the Starks and supposedly killed Bran and Rickon. His first reaction definitively won’t be good, though it will probably soften once he learns what happened to them and how Ramsay is the real culprit. But I’m not anticipating much benevolence from him, especially since he’s in dark mode now).

So yeah. Lots of issues to be resolved before they can be reunited, and that’s without counting on the threat of the Others or what other characters might do. Honestly, I’m anticipating a reunion between the end of TWOW and the beginning of ADOS. On one hand, I think it would be more impactful in TWOW; most specifically, the last act of either Jon or Arya’s chapters. It would be a nice conclusion for the both of them, before the Others mess everything up. But I’m also aware that all the issues I’ve previously mentioned might not be resolved in one book, and that it might spill on the second one.

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Now Dany.

Honestly, it’s kinda hard to be sure of how they’re gonna meet. They will, that’s a certainty. There is so much hints, since the first book really. Remember this?

This time the monsters did not frighten her. They seemed almost old friends. [Arya, IV, AGOT]

Which is exactly how I’m anticipating their relationship. At first, things are going to be tense, especially on Dany’s side who has been fed lies about the Starks and their role in her exile (and who could blame her). So there’s definitively room for Arya to be frightened. But once she gets Dany to see her side to the story, and her vision of the events become more balanced, they’ll become fast-friends. They have so much in common, it’s impossible for them not to.

But, once again, the details of how they’re gonna meet is blurry. Arya will need to at least be done with the FM. And Dany... Dany has a lot on her plate too. She’s gonna need to deal with the khalasar she hears at the end of ADWD, and a possible confrontation (alliance?) with the Dothraki. She will also need to end the plot in Meereen (aka choose between “fixing” its whole culture or do what she always intended to, return to Westeros and seize back the Iron Throne). Of course, we know she’s gonna choose the latter - but a bunch of things can happen between that, and with them time passing.

At this point, Arya and Dany are very far away, each at one extremity of Essos. For them to have a chance to meet, I anticipate that Dany will end things with Meereen at the same time Arya closes the storyline with the FM (maybe even before, so Dany could already be on the road towards Braavos). Now is the tricky part. I have two theories on how they will meet: through the lost Wildlings and through the Iron Bank.

The lost Wildlings

We know the wildlings women and children in Braavos were “freed” when the Sealord seized the ship carrying them. Unfortunately, others were not so lucky.

“I know why the Sealord seized the Goodheart. She was carrying slaves. Hundreds of slaves, women and children, roped together in her hold.” Braavos had been founded by escaped slaves, and the slave trade was forbidden here. “I know where the slaves came from. They were wildlings from Westeros, from a place called Hardhome. An old ruined place, accursed.” Old Nan had told her tales of Hardhome, back at Winterfell when she had still been Arya Stark. “After the big battle where the King-Beyond-the-Wall was killed, the wildlings ran away, and this woods witch said that if they went to Hardhome, ships would come and carry them away to someplace warm. But no ships came, except these two Lyseni pirates, Goodheart and Elephant, that had been driven north by a storm. They dropped anchor off Hardhome to make repairs, and saw the wildlings, but there were thousands and they didn’t have room for all of them, so they said they’d just take the women and the children. The wildlings had nothing to eat, so the men sent out their wives and daughters, but as soon as the ships were out to sea, the Lyseni drove them below and roped them up. They meant to sell them all in Lys. Only then they ran into another storm and the ships were parted. The Goodheart was so damaged her captain had no choice but to put in here, but the Elephant may have made it back to Lys. The Lyseni at Pynto’s think that she’ll return with more ships. The price of slaves is rising, they said, and there are thousands more women and children at Hardhome.” [The Blind Girl, ADWD]

So the Goodheart was too damaged to go to Lys, but the Elephant wasn’t. It means there are still hundreds of wildlings women and children enslaved there. Honestly, I’m not sure how Arya could be involved in freeing them. Lys is a long way from Braavos, which means she would have to travel down there (with no resources and the other half of the wildlings), free them and get back up to sail across the Narrow Sea, deal with the Riverlands and then go North. It’s a little much for one girl, even one as resourceful as Arya. Sure, she could ask help from the Iron Bank (see my second point), but I doubt they would indulge her (high risk for no rewards).

But. You know who is as strongly against slavery as Arya, whose path might make her travel to Lys and who has the resources to fuck shit up? Yep, Dany.

The way I see it is, after being disheartened by Meereen and her failure to change the slaver(y) culture, Dany could very much decide to go home to Westeros - and set everything ablaze in her path. If she failed to abolish slavery from the inside, she might decide to do it by force, as a last FUCK YOU to the masters. This could be the beginning of her rock bottom, before she rises back again. It’s also coherent with the Dothraki culture of “Submit or be killed”, which could play a part if she allies with them again.

So I could see her attacking the big cities of Essos, destroying the masters and freeing the slaves as she goes along, until she reaches Braavos - who may be protected since 1. she would use its port to journey across the Narrow Sea and 2. they’re famously known for being founded by slaves and anti-slavery as a whole (and they actually enforce that rule, not just preach it and close their eyes when it counts). There, she could meet Arya through the wildlings women reuniting. Like I said, things would be tense at first, but if they might not be friends at first, they might respect each other for having their hearts set on the same goal (protecting their people). Friendship would come later, I’m not worried about that.

The Iron Bank theory

For me, the Iron Bank doesn’t get the recognition it deserves as a threat, and I fully anticipate them having a much larger role in the next book.

I really believe they will have a hand in Arya going back to Westeros. After she leaves the FM, I very much see them stepping in to offer their “help” to Arya. Personally, I believe the Kindly Man informed them of her real identity (though his motivations are yet unclear). I believe he’s aware of her value as a princess, and the (supposedly) last heir of the North. Look how people are rallying for her in the North when they hear “Valiant Ned’s precious little girl” is being brutalized. Do you think the Iron Bank is gonna pass on such a prize? I can see them trying to do to her what the Manderlys are doing with Rickon, or what Illyrio tried to do with Dany - offer their protection and help so she would be/feel indebted. They could get ahold of the North through Arya, and of the other Kingdoms through Stannis/the crown’s debt. Not too shabby.

But wait, there is a problem arising. A problem named Daenerys, who fully intends to take back the Iron Throne - and if she does, she’s not gonna care about reimbursing the debt her predecessors/usurpers left, thus lessening their leverage (and with three dragons, a Dothraki army and the Unsullied, threatening her is not gonna fly well). I can see them trying to step in too, promise the same things to her they did to Arya - except she’s not gonna fall for the same ploy like Viserys did with Illyrio.

(Btw, I’m sure Arya too will see right through them - she had a whole training dedicated to make her see beyond appearances, and she’s always been pretty observant (like when she didn’t fall for trap Cersei laid for her, with Lannister soldiers dressed as Stark men in AGOT). But she also don’t have the same resources Dany has, and if she frees the wildlings, she’ll have hundreds of mouths to feed and transport back to Westeros. I can’t see her do that without external help, so she might be playing along til a better opportunity arise.)

Now, both these theories have their flaws. The biggest one, for me, is time. Meereen is not gonna be resolved in a day (unless Dany just sets everything on fire the moment she arrives and takes off into the sunset, but I doubt that). She still needs enough time to travel to Braavos. Even if George takes his sweet time closing the FM storyline, dealing with the wildlings in Braavos and the Iron Bank, it’s not gonna take a million chapters. Unless he throws something in there to delay her departure, something that wasn’t foreshadowed yet? Because I don’t see them meeting first in Westeros. What would be the point of having them on the same continent if they don’t meet there? As always, there’s a lot left hanging in the air.

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Brothers anon, sorry this keeps taking me a while to send, been very busy lately.

He only had a hunch at first he was his ancestor but later talking with Karl confirmed it. I have yet to decide, I think he probably will just so I can focus more on the current events and not his past.

He solely relys on his instincts when around other endermen. Although when around Ran he relys more on his social interaction skills. Though he still does certain things (like no eye contact, he leaves two blocks for Ran as a show of care and harmlessness, and sometimes warbling at Ran) due to his instincts. For other enderman it generally works out well, they mostly leave Ranboo alone anyway. But for Ran, he doesn't care much.

He is aware of Enderwalk Ranboo, mostly cause Phil warned him about it. His interactions with Enderwalk Ranboo are mostly Enderwalk Ranboo entering his room and trying to get close to Ran only for Ran to really full heartily growl and lash out at him when he gets close. Then Enderwalk Ranboo whines and leaves. Ranboo is hesitant but welcoming and open to Ran all the time, mostly because holy shit its another enderman hybrid, he thought he was the only one! And Ranboo can tell the two share a bit of similarities but mostly just thinks its because there both enderman hybrids.

Karl manages to convince the Artic Commute to leave the two alone and once they leave starts to question Ran. Only to pretty often get cut off by him asking a retaliation question. Ran is angry and desperately wants to know everything, Karl is scared and wants to know everything Ran knows. So they eventually come to a agreement where Karl asks a question, Ran answers then he asks a question and Karl answers that. After a while of this they come to an agreement to wait til Ran is fully healed to start to find a way to get him back. And in the meantime Karl'll explain his timetravel stuff and how Ran got here, hoping to get the Commute to agree to help them find a way to get Ran home.

A mix of annoyed, angry, relieved, and homesick (cause Tubbo reminds him of Jackie). Bit of both, he wants to know whats going on and where Ran came from, but is also just curious about the other hybrid. Tubbo heads to the Artic cause Ranboo hasn't been over at all in weeks, keeps saying he's to busy and how something interesting happened at the Artic. So Tubbo gets tired of it and decides to head over to find out whats keeping Ranboo from visiting. Ye medic Eret, I was originally thinking of medic Bad but I think I may try to include the Egg in this somewhere so he's not a option. They have a mutual relationship, no one there really has a reason to dislike him or to heavily like him, but they all get along whenever they meet. Eret learns by Phil contacting him for help, cause while Techno and Phil both know some health knowledge they don't know enough to properly treat Ran and make the call to call in Eret to help, both trusting them enough to keep this secret between all of them. Karl learns because of Eret actually, Eret comes to Karl for help to see if he has any enderman biology books and half handly mention how a enderman needs help, leading to Karl asking if its Ranboo or Edward, the no he gets in response alarms him enough to back Eret into a corner and force him to tell him who was there that needed help. All Eret said was a dark enderman with green eyes, which reminds Karl of Ran and gets him panicked enough to go see if its him. Tubbo knows cause he gets impatient of waiting for Ranboo to vist so he vists with no warning, leading to him meeting Ran while looking for Ranboo. Its kept hush hush cause their all unsure of how the rest of the SMP would react to having Ran there, especially when it's revealed he's from the future.

He did. He's not having fun. Karl used too but not anymore since he's time travled so much he's gotten used to it.

Partially, he understands all common though is only able to speak a medium amount, mostly due to his mouth and vocal cords are just unable to make some words or sounds needed to speak it. When that happens they basically play charades. He is still Technos roommate and is happily helping Ranboo in anyway he can.

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They steal anything they can get their grubby hands on. It actually goes pretty well as well shockingly. They mostly steal anything that looks expensive, though they manage to find a bunch of raw material like gold, iron, and even diamonds and steal all of that. And they get far enough no one can find them at first.

Thats exactly what happened, they make eye contact, hear a ruckus from nearby, make eye contact again, then fucking book it away from the sounds.

The most trouble the group makes is when Grievous makes fun of Porkums hat and gets punched for it.

Honestly with all the wars and battles that go on in the SMP he probably doesn't even bat a eye, its probably normal for him.

First thing Jackie does is complain about everyone being taller than him. I imagine Pogtopia being abandoned for years hasn't left it in a very stable state. So Jackie just steps in the wrong place and gets sent tumbling down, with rocks falling after trapping him.

All happened after they met Karl, but all happened at different times. So for example, the Wild West where thrown back 3 years after meeting Karl. While for the Haunted Mansion crew, they where thrown back months after meeting Karl. Even though they've all met him before their reactions are slightly different depending on how long ago they met Karl. Again for example Sherman and Jon Jon greeted Karl like a old friend and were happy to see him again. While all of the Haunted Mansion crew greeted Karl with questions as they more recently saw him so didn't feel the need to say hello. Cause Isaac and Karl are both in Kinoko Kingdom, where Karl holds all of his books about the time travel journeys, Karl is able to bring Isaac to the books and show him the City of Mizu Book, along with the others that explain who they people he was with where. Plus Isaac just doesnt really have a reason to not believe Karl as he has never lied to him or anything.

Im guessing you mean after the search party is formed, then its actually Ran found first since he's so close. Karl has to try to convince Ran to join them so they can count him as found and then take him to a holding type area. Ran refuses at first and Karl gives him a ultimatum that he either goes with them and gets to go home or stays here forever. He eventually agrees to come with if he gets to search with them, and reluctantly Karl agrees. Karl does what any of the Tales people joining them on their search, but much to his dismay more people insist on joining them. Ran also actually has information on the Bandits but refuses to give it until they find Jackie, cause he has a bad feeling that something happened to him. Ran actually has his left hand bandaged cause a massive piece of glass went through his hand. Jackie will eventually get his arm in a sling due to a broken bone. Ranbulter and James suffer hypothermia and have to be taken care of by Bad (the Egg doesn't exist in this au). Zack slips trying to get away from the Bandits and twists his ankle. Sherman breaks a finger trying to get out of the ravine. And Benjamin gets a slash on his leg after trying to run from Drowned and getting grazed by the trident. Both sides goals are getting back home. Though it's harder for the Tales cause not all of them get along. Karl gets worn down over time and slowly becomes more distressed and hopeless about getting them home. And all the stress builds up til he just snaps and sadly, quite a few people are in the line of fire when he snaps.

From Future To Past AU:

What led to him suspecting Ranboo to be his ancestor?

Do certain blocks have certain meanings, then? For Endermen?

Enderboo sounds very sad and put-out. How is he generally in this AU, seeing as Phil's aware of his existence at the least? How does Ran feel about his visits, and what are his thoughts on when it happens? Are Ender hybrids rare in general, if he's so surprised to see another one?

How'd Karl convince him? How do the two currently view each other, and what were their previous interactions beforehand, if Ran's reaction to him was so upset, and Karl was spooked? How do they get along after?

How does the rest of the Arctic react to Tubbo's presence, and how do our two Endermen feel about the possible tension-considering Ranboo's closeness to Tubbo, and Ran being reminded of Jackie. What are you thinking, egg-wise? Why does Eret go to Karl for books? Is his library well-known?

So Karl could possibly help Ran out with the effects? Or is at least aware of them? Or no?

Charades with them all sounds like so much fun, honestly. Can you imagine it?? And good! We need more Edward around!

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Tip Of The Iceberg AU:

Good for them. Do they end up having to return the stuff later, or no?How does it go when Las Nevadas realizes who the thieves are?

Common sense isn't dead! Huzzah! Absolutely hilarious image though.

Good for Porkums, honestly.

That is also true! And really funny image, once again. Eret's just like- 'ah, my window, mysteriously broken. Again. Absolutely shocking. Whatever will I do.' Completely deadpan while they pull out supplies from a chest kept nearby for this exact thing.

Everyone else: Where are we? Are we in danger? What happened?

Jackie: How dare you all be taller than me.

That's not good though. How do they and the others react to that?

Have certain events of the Tales been altered then? Seeing as some of them would be dead otherwise? Or were they revived when they were thrown back in time?

How do all the Smp members react to these random people who popped up seeming to know Karl? 'never lied to him' implies Issac knows Karl a bit more beyond just meeting him now, so what's with that? Is he just naturally trusting of him, or do they know each other?

How does that first interaction go, not just between Karl and Ran, but with the others with them? What information does he have on the bandits, and how did he get it? Similar past as before, seeing as Jackie remains so important to him?

Poor Tales. None of them are having fun, huh? Where are they all housed after this, and what are relationships like as of now? Do the groups stick together from era, or with whoever they just get along with best? How do they interact with certain Smp members?

And what happens both during and in the aftermath of Karl snapping?

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7deadlycinderellas · 3 years

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if the summer of our lives, ch35

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The returns to Winterfell trickle back in slowly.

Daenerys sticks around long enough to recoup her troops from White Harbour. Those who remain are camped outside Winterfell, at their protection. There aren’t many, as many of the dead hordes had come southeast towards White Harbour upon breaking the defensive line at Winterfell.

It’s far too long before they learn that the dead at White Harbour included both Theon and Yara, along with many of the Ironborn.

Robb had given his condolences, barely holding back tears at the loss of his childhood friend. By his side, Arya had quietly asked,

“Do you think he fought bravely?”

Daenerys had been taken aback,

“I can’t say I knew him well,” she starts, mind sorting through her mess of memories, old and new. “But I knew he fought shoulder to shoulder with the others, that he and his sister both looked battle straight in the eye.”

Arya squeezes Robb’s remaining elbow, trying to reassure him. She had never quite come around to Theon the way that Sansa had, but she knows how hard it could be to lose someone who you may have never gotten to tell what they meant to you.

Val has taken to leading hunting parties, in hopes of finding game enough to feed those within the walls still, so she sometimes stays by Robb’s side in her place. It’s sort of working. Arya thinks on Theon, broken down, who gave his life for Bran, given his life again for the north. Another thread of regret, that they hadn’t managed to save him, or to give him his due.

“He will be remembered,” she assures Robb.

“The Iron Islands will be in a difficult spot now,” he muses, then asks, “I don’t suppose there’s been any word from their uncle Euron? Our intelligence told us he had also been aiming to take the islands himself.”

Daenerys had smirked quietly to herself.

“We have not received word. The Islands supported me on this venture, they will support me when I retake the Iron Throne. It would be poor form for me to forget them, it would be even poorer form for them to immediately rebel, and go back to their reaving ways against both my express wishes, and Yara’s command.”

Arya leaves them while they discuss Daenerys going north again to lead the refugees home from Bear Island. In a corner of the Great Hall, she writes out letters to the Vale and the Riverlands, telling them that it is safe for those who have taken shelter to return north.

She stays inside often, because it is quiet, because it allows her to adjust to her unbalanced ears. Outside among the bustle and the rebuilding, she finds herself often fighting the urge to spin, to find the whisper, to chase what seems just out of reach.

At least at night, on a straw mattress in part of the repaired Great Keep, there is peace. Gendry has always been willing to whisper softly to her, whatever words she needed, and no more.

Sleep comes easily for Gendry because during the day he doesn’t stop. Some days he works in the forge, providing nails and tools and such out of what repurposed iron he is able to get his hands on. There’s not enough.

But even when he’s not, there’s carts to push and stone to carry. His muscles are used to their limit, and here, as he sees new growth begin in the scar of Winterfell, he feels his low birth has been put to good use. He’s always worked for his living, and now his work is for the living of others.

Those who remain too, must live for the living of others.

Robb spends his time supervising the rebuilding and sending and receiving riders from several of the other keeps who had held the line, from Hornwood and Torren’s Square and Cerwyn. Hornwood had taken the worst casualties, but that ended up fortuitous. They had food stores still to help feed the other survivors.

Jon helps where he can, often with his hands. He finds another role too. Those within Winterfell have suffered losses as well.

One day, he finds Ygritte in the Godswood with Johnna. The girl is nearly grown now, but still sobbing like a child.

“Wounds took her mother night before last,” Ygritte tells him.

Jon sits beside them carefully.

“Was your sister sent to Bear Island?” he asks the girl.

She nods.

“Then she’s as safe as she could be,” Ygritte insists, “Safe as she could hope for in this world.”

“I don’t know how I’m going to tell her this,” Johnna weeps.

Jon meets Ygritte’s eye, and realizes words aren’t needed right now. Jon knows there isn’t a correct way for a child to have to tell another about the death of a parent. He reaches an arm across Johnna’s back and is quiet, letting her cry.

Her tears were not wasted. Bear Island had fought hard and long. Because most of the refugees there had been women and children, they were ill-equipped for any sort of battle, but especially the one that came towards them across the water.

When Daenerys had come to lead them back, she had found them attempting a funeral pyre for those who had fallen. The water made it difficult to light, but it turned out dragon fire worked fine.

Only the youngest Mormont daughter remains, though bruised and battered, standing among the other survivors.

“We had to do what we could,” she tells, shivering in the cold, “To keep the others safe. I was pinned down at one point, cornered, I would have died if not for Hodor.”

Daenerys turns her gaze and considers the large man behind Lyanna. He looked as though he could have giant’s blood in him, but seemed as shy as a child when he ducked his head to her, with a respectful “Hodor.”

“I saw him hoist her straight onto his shoulders,” Osha tells, leaving out the part that it had happened when one of the dead had her down and was clawing at her gut. Osha’s wounds during the battle were great, but not life-threatening. Despite this, Daenerys doubts she will be able to make the journey back to Winterfell without them becoming life-threatening. “She fought like a beast from her perch, and he somehow still kept both his arms free.”

“It’s probably because of Hodor that we didn’t lose any of the children,” Gilly comments. She’s helping stitch up a nasty cut across Henneh’s forehead. Her and Sam had made it, Henneh too. Nella, Norea and Rhea hadn’t been so lucky.

“Once everyone can gather, I can lead you back to Winterfell,” Daenerys assures them.

“I shall stay here,” Lyanna insists, “This is my home, and some of my people will still need protection here. Tell my sisters- if I still have any- tell them I will hold the island down as well as I can until they return.”

She swallows roughly. She doesn’t want to think that it might just be her.

Osha sits up best she can, one arm bracing as well as she can with the bandages around her middle.

“If you will have me, Little Bear, I think I will stay here.”

Lyanna smiles, softly, with a hint of uncertainty behind her eyes.

“Bear Island is home to some of the greatest fighters in Westeros. I think you have proven yourself more than worthy.”

It’s early the next morning when Daenerys hovers in the sky long enough for the refugees to board their boats and follow her lead.

The day the boats leave Bear Island, Jojen wakes from a vision of it. In the Neck, the rain has continued, swelling the bogs and streams. Some days it is freezing, other days tranquil.

“If they were leaving, with the Dragon Queen’s lead, it must be safe for us to return as well,” Sansa says firmly.

Meera nods,

“I’ll send word for everyone to return here as soon as they can. Once we have everyone, we’ll start for the Kingsroad.”

It’s strange, Sansa thinks, seeing the northern refugees emerging from the swamp, like cats from among the waters and reeds. So out of place, yet having seamlessly blended in.

Eventually, the whole band is back together, though the lost, seeking eyes and mutters continue. Sansa hears many of the men speaking of their visions and sight, and tries not to dwell on it.

She sees Meera hug her father, and assure him that they will be back once everything has worked out. Sansa feels a little piece of her heart break when she remembers this means that Bran will be leaving Winterfell again too.

The rain, however, means that travel north is more difficult than it had been coming south. Bran eventually gives up, and rides on one of the few horses they have, carrying Arra wrapped up in his coat, after having had his cane sink and cause him to slip in the mud one too many times.

“Never thought I’d wish to travel in the snow,” Meera admits, coming up beside Sansa, where she’s walking behind Bran’s horse. “At least snow doesn’t get things soaked through quite as fast.”

“If it’s the fluffy snow at least,” Sansa agrees, “Not the heavy slush we had for a while.”

They walk in silence for a bit, while Meera watches Bran and Arra ride.

“I still can’t believe it sometimes,” she admits, “Sometimes when I’m holding her, I’m like ‘who are you, and why am I being trusted to take care of you?’”

Sansa chuckles.

“The way mother always talked, I think lots of new mothers feel that way.”

Her smile falters.

“I do understand though. This is...way past the point where I feel like I have any sort of handle on anything. Past this, this is the unknown.”

And I’m completely terrified of the unknown, she doesn’t say. Eyes moving to each member of their party individually, she would feel almost ungrateful to speak. They’re all facing an unknown future.

They’ve sped up their walk, and are now alongside the horse.

“It’s strange to think most of us are technically pushing thirty,” Bran comments. Arra’s sleeping, snoring softly against his chest. She’s been easy, too easy sometimes he thinks. She sleeps through the night now and is bright and alert when awake. He doesn’t want to get used to it. He wishes they didn’t have to travel with her so young, Meera especially has been fretting about the swamp air possibly making her sick.

Sansa turns around so she can see where Jojen and Shireen are walking with some of the other refugees. One of them is talking animatedly, and Shireen appears to be hanging on every word.

“And even those of us who aren’t,” she comments, “May have lived more in this life than we could have even dreamed of in the last.”

By the time Winterfell is in sight, the rain has turned again to snow, though it’s lighter, flurries, and some days even are clear.

It’s reassuring, especially when Sansa notices that the skyline of Winterfell has changed. She hears the murmurings among the others in the group as well, of what has become of their home.

Some of the walls are crumbled, black with burns. She can just make out the Broken Tower, or what used to be. It’s name is even more appropriate now.

They don’t even have to call out. The drawbridge is open. People mill around inside and outside the walls, moving stone and other things. Sansa tries not to think that some of those things could be bodies.

When they approach, there is a hush, and several people run off. The group stands at the gates, unsure of themselves, or where they should go.

One of the Free Folk eventually points them to the Great Hall.

“Wounded are there, and the people who can help sort you out.”

With everyone milling around her, Sansa’s not sure who she even expects to greet them. Despite this, her heart lifts when Jon runs out in front, throwing his arms around her.

“We were so worried,” he tells her, hugging Sansa and then Bran, and moving about to try and direct the others to where there are blankets and rations. She watches his eyes bug out a bit at Bran holding Arra, and Sans feels so guilty breaking his joy.

“Who did we lose?” she asks him, turning apprehensive.

“About half of our forces here,” Jon starts, and then pauses, “Benjen. Theon and Yara both, and quite a lot of the Iron Born who supported Daenarys.”

That could be a problem, Sansa thinks, but right now her mind is overwhelmed by grief about Theon.

“And those of us who made it aren’t necessarily in one piece,” Jon continues, though he is interrupted by a burst of noise.

Arya has rushed out to join them, and she is right now standing with Bran and Meera and fussing over baby Arra. She’s picked her up and his holding her over her face, and Sansa can just hear her say in Meera’s direction, ‘you lived my worst nightmare’.

“Arya’s left ear,” Jon continues, “Robb’s left arm. Lots of fingers and toes to frostbite-”

“Jamie Lannister’s right eye,” Arya interjects. She hugs Sansa so hard she nearly topples. “Make sure to talk into my right ear,” and Sansa doesn’t even get a moment to mourn for her.

Both Arya and Jon hold still for a moment, before quietly telling Sansa and Bran.

“Father’s alive, but he’s in bad shape. Maester Luwin’s not sure how long he has.”

Sansa’s stomach sinks, but not as far as it perhaps should. She puts on her face,

“Lets go see him then.”

As the group that has formed follows Jon, Bran asks,

“Has the group from Bear Island made it back yet?”

“Just a day before you,” Jon confirms, not needing to bother asking how he knew, “Daenarys has left again.”

“Where is she headed now?”

“To hopefully pull off a really stupid plan to make everyone in the South listen when she goes to take the throne.”

Sansa feels alarm bells go off in her mind, but doesn’t dwell.

The Great Hall is again being used for meals, and for directing and organizing. One part is still partitioned off, however, for Maester Luwin to help the remaining wounded, as best he can.

Seeing Ned in his weakened state is harder than Sansa could have expected though. His chest is bound with bandages under his shirt, and sometimes he stills, and breathes deep, as though the very smallest movements pain him. Jon leaves her and Bran alone to talk to him, and they sit on either of his sides, while he tries to look over reports of the supplies they still have.

Bran gently passes over Arra, with a sheepish smile, a faint blush, and,

“Meet your first grandchild.”

Sansa spares a smirk.

“I think I should feel slighted that I didn’t even hear word of your marriage,” Ned tells him, and Sansa sees Bran blush.

“It wasn’t exactly the best time.”

Ned marvels all the same. After a few moments, Bran continues.

“Have we sent ravens to Riverrun and everywhere else refugees were sent?”

Ned voice turns grave.

“Yes, but I fear them returning so soon. My numbers here say we should have sufficient rations, especially if spring is truly coming. But I don’t know if we can provide shelter for everyone, and I can’t even fathom how many years it will take for repairs to complete. We’ve lost so many men and horses, and I don’t know how we can get more raw materials…”

“We’ll have to get to work then,” Sansa insists, taking some of the papers and beginning to look them over, “We’ll start organizing who among the other noble houses remain, and have them begin returning and reopening their keeps-”

Her words are interrupted by Bran’s hand on her shoulder.

“Not tonight, Sansa,” he insists, “Lets eat, and rest. There will still be work in the morning.”

Ned agrees, vehemently. Then he begins to cough, and Maester Luwin, who had previously been remaining away for their privacy, comes in to tend to him.

There are no resources for a feast, of course, but that evening, everyone gathers around one of the blankets in the Great Hall, and share rations and stories.

Lots of people come around to see the baby, it having been so long since any of them have seen one, and Sansa counts down faces. When Arya takes a second turn, she passes her to a somewhat terrified looking Gendry. Gilly, and one of her sisters, the little one, come by with Sam to meet her too. Only one sister, Sansa notes. Shireen and Jojen get up to join them when they move on to sit with the other children who have returned from Bear Island. Hodor sneaks up behind the group, and lifts up Bran in a great hug. Robb and Val eventually make their way over, and Sansa tries not to smirk too heavily at Robb’s teasing. It helps distract her from wincing whenever she sees where his arm should be.

She sees Gendry needling Meera about something, that results in her swatting him. She sees Shireen sneak off from the hall and then return.

“I wanted to return the book I took,” she confesses, “At least much of the library is intact. It would be a shame for so much knowledge to be lost.”

The first part of her thought seems almost childish, but Sansa understands, and the last part troubles her.

“I wonder if anyone will remember the truth of what happened here?”

“That’s one of the reasons I want to write everything down so bad. I wish doing so didn’t just mean it might languish on a shelf somewhere at the Citadel...if I’m lucky enough to get it there...but the more we do, the more people we tell the truth, the better it will be, the less likely the story will die out.”

Sansa’s smile turns grim.

“I used to put far too much stock in stories. Too often I discovered they were so far from reality they might as well not be considered true at all. “

“That’s why you write them,” Shireen insists, “Write them, instead of letting them spread by word. This is one of the reasons I think the world would be so much better if more people could read and write.”

It’s a lovely thought, Sansa thinks, though admittedly it’s a hard one to imagine being implemented.

Across from her, Ygritte quietly rocks Arra, while Arya listens as Jon explains to her what Daenarys’s current plan is.

“She wants to hunt down and catch one of the remaining wights. She thinks that if she can bring it with he to King’s Landing, then Tywin and Joffrey will pay more attention to her and her stories.”

Arya snorts, loudly. Sansa covers her face in her hands.

“Please tell me I didn’t come up with this same plan before?” Jon asks, rolling his eyes while Ygritte snickers by his side.

Sansa shakes her head, a sardonic smile rising on her face.

“Wasn’t your plan before, at least,” she says, her heart twisting at the memory of when she had been told exactly who’s plan that was. It was a stupid, near suicidal plan then. At least now it seems to just be stupid.

Ygritte leaves first, as she’s on the first watch of the night. Arya and Gendry depart to where they’ve been sleeping, and Jon leads the rest of them to where sleeping quarters have been set up, in the Great Keep.

“Most of your old rooms are still here,” he tells, “But we’ve had to adjust to having so many more people. Parts of the guest house was destroyed, and we have to keep some who are still wounded on the ground floors.”

Sansa thinks sleep, any sleep, on a straw mattress or a featherbed either, sounds divine now. And he’s not wrong, there are people sleeping everywhere, separated by hanging sheets if they’re lucky.

Sleep doesn’t come easy though. Even in the comfortable bed, Sansa finds herself tossing and turning throughout the night.

At dawn, she gets up, and puts on her boots and a heavy cloak over her nightdress, and wanders a bit. She watches the late night watch coming in, and the early morning workers moving in the same circles she is, in the pale blue frozen air.

On one of the archer’s perches, she finds Bran by himself.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks. She nods.

“Meera’s still out like a light. I don’t think either of us expected anyone here to be so taken by having a baby around.”

“New life,” Sansa muses, “After they’ve seen nothing but death for near on a year. You’ll never hurt for a child minder,” Sansa agrees. She quiets a bit, contemplating the sunrise.

“So what are you up here for?” she asks.

“I’m calling all my ravens home,” is Bran’s response. Sansa nods

“I suppose you don’t really need them patrolling the land anymore.”

“I’d like to send one or two to Riverrun, to assure Mother and the others that it’s safe. The rest I want to call home.”

Home, Sansa thinks. They still call Winterfell home, even she doesn’t think it will remain for many of them.

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Sirenade: Chapter Sixteen

Good evening everyone and welcome to Sirenade once again. I hope you’ve all had an eventful week I know I have I’ve been super busy this week, but that won’t stop me from posting chapters. I know I always say this, however, I do mean it. Thank you so much for reading and enjoy Sirenade and as always Stay Tuned!

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Previous: Letter One

Next: Chapter 17

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The beach remains peaceful, no hunters or unknown threats in the area either

Ryan thought to himself as he walked down the shoreline. Even though it’s been weeks since the so-called “Cutter Boys” were arrested for abducting three adults and severely wounding one of them. Ryan hadn’t stopped scouting for any potential threats that had made its way into their little town. Granted he easily erased their existence from their memories leaving them clueless as to why the police had taken them in. Plus he hadn’t seen or heard of them since then, but it still didn’t take the tension off his shoulders that there were hundreds just like them waiting to get their greedy human hands on them. He couldn’t afford to almost lose someone, siren or not. Brock continues to feel guilty about the whole ordeal, Craig refuses to the cavern after sunset, and Smitty’s attitude changed ever since. He and John have been avoiding each other, while Brock and Brian have been getting closer and closer. Everyone has been walking on eggshells since then, not wanting to bring up the incident at all costs.

Ohm continued to walk on the warm sand, creating a path of footprints only to be washed away by the cool tide. The crispy breeze that playfully blew through the beach and into the forest sent a small chill throughout Ryan’s body. It had been 2 hours since the sun barely peaked above the horizon, and with the warm sun rays beaming down mixed with the refreshing breeze. Ryan felt himself relax as he aimlessly continued his walk. The relaxation drifted out of his body when he saw a familiar roof, eventually, the small home came into view and he stopped in front of it.

Delirious is out of town, but maybe Cartoonz’s home?

Days turned into weeks since he and Luke had spoken about them. Ohm always changed the subject averting getting into details or using the excuse of “I need more time” and Cartoonz had gotten the hint immediately dropping that side of the conversation. Truth be told, Ryan had been thinking about them more than he wanted to. It’s not that he didn’t want to be with Luke, to touch him, to love him… he was afraid of the consequences of falling too deep. Ryan kept telling himself to keep walking, to move away from the home and avoid talking. However, the urge to knock on the door keeps him standing there right by the front door. He wasn’t even thinking about what he’d say to him once Luke opened the door.

I’ll just knock, if he’s not home then it’s a sign that I don’t need to do this.

Ryan hovered his fist over the wooden door, before knocking three times. Nothing. Another three knocks, and still nothing. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d held in. Was he hoping Luke would be there? Yes, but maybe this was a sign from the gods telling him to stay away from human romance. For once, a decent amount of foreshadowing from them. Ryan chuckled to himself as he backed away from the door, turning around glancing once more at the small home, and walk passed the small front garden. “Jon sure does have a lot of plants.”

“Indeed he does.” Ryan yelped at the southern voice that scared him. Throwing a glare at the older male, fighting the shivers that creep down his spine at the deep laughter. He turned away to hide his glow, “What brings you to my humble oasis?”

Luke flashed a smile, readjusting his grocery bags, as he walked around Ryan to open the door leading to his so-called “oasis”. Ohm watched him carefully, unconsciously following through the purposely open door. “Like I said what brings you to my paradise?”

“I wanted...I wanted to talk. About us?” Ohm flinched as Cartoonz stiffened for a moment at the counter before resuming with his groceries. The only sound that could be heard was the crinkling of the reusable produce bag Delirious forced Cartoonz to use. It was too much for Ryan to bear, “Well say something. Anything.”

“Anything.”

‘Luke please.” Ryan watched his movements. The shifting of his shoulders, the change in his posture, his breathing. Watching him place the last fruit on the counter and fold up the bag, he turned to Ryan studying him as well.

“It’s not about what I want Ohm. You already know what I want, the question is what’d you want?”

“Y-you.” Ryan could hear the hesitation in his voice.

“But?” Luke’s eyes softened.

“I’m s-scared of what he might do to me. T-to you.” Tears swelled up in his eyes threatening to spill if Ryan continued to talk, but this whole scenario was abnormal for him. He never wanted to appear weak in front of anyone, especially his friends. Luke changed that though as if his mind and body were reacting to the long-awaited comfort he’d always wanted to receive. It was almost like Luke had control over him, and Ryan wasn’t sure how to counter that emotion. “What are you doing to me?!”

“Ohm…”

“Why do I feel different?! I’d never felt like this until you came along. So what is it, a spell, a wish, a curse?” The tears grew larger and larger with every word that poured out of his mouth.

“Ohm…”

“No, really I’d love to know. You have to be the reason why I feel this way.”

“Ryan.” Luke held his hands pressing them against his chest. The action alone made the tears he’d detained for so long finally fell. Following the path down his face they marked his grey shirt, Luke let go of Ryan’s hands to wrap him into that comforting embrace. He couldn’t control how his body so easily relaxes, letting its guard down around Luke. The thought had him cry harder, the sobs begin silenced by the red shirt he cried into. “I know it’s scary to feel somethin’ you can’t explain, but you are the only one who knows what you want.”

“B-but b-ut I-”

“What’s holding you back?”

“I was made to protect...someone. Someone who means a great deal to Poseidon. You wouldn’t understand…” Ryan so desperately wanted to tell Luke everything, but he couldn’t not because he didn’t want to. It was because he simply couldn’t.

“Then help me understand. I wanna help you, I love you, and not even Poseidon can change that.” That was the final seal Ohm couldn’t control his emotions. He’d made up his mind, there was no turning back without any hesitation Ryan looked at Luke and closed the space between them. Fire exploded within them causing an ignition with each touch, clashing lips and teeth. Too caught up in the heat both ignoring the long-forgotten groceries sitting patiently on the counter top. Never breaking the space between them afraid the other would be lost to the void of emotions they stumbled onto the spare bed in Delirious home. Finally breaking away to admire their work of swollen lips and lustful looks.

“I love you too. I want to tell you everything, but there are some things that I can’t. Not yet.”

“Is this what you want?” Those cooper eyes would be the death of him. The flush and dilated eyes told Ryan that Luke wanted this as much as he did, but behind that look was a pool of concern and love. Not lust as it was perfectly displayed right now, however, it was the same look he’d seen on Luke since they’d first met. Love, real love for him. Not showing any doubt about who or what Ryan was, only caring for the man under Luke. Him.

“Yes, Toonzy.” Just like that, they both gave in to the desire they’d been missing their whole life. This would be a day to remember.

~*~

“Stop messin’ with the bandages. You’ll mess ‘em up.” Brian warned the figure that fidgeted with his bandages.

“Sorry.” He chuckled.

“Tyler did a good job patchin’ me up though, I’ll heal in no time ‘specially with you motherin’ me.” He moved closer to the warm body that wrapped itself around him.

“You could’ve lost your arm Bri.” He rolled his eyes as he snuggled into his boyfriend’s hair. “Don’t roll your eyes at me I’m serious. You know I can heal, but I can’t regenerate limbs.”

“I know, I know but it’s better for me to lose an arm then to lose you Brocky.” Those warm cinnamon eyes shifted away from him, so he redirected them back his own sea-colored eyes. “You know it wasn’t your fault, you’re safe and so is everyone else.”

“You don’t know that.” Brock adjusted his position to hold Brian’s arm against his chest without hurting him. He shrugged.

“No, I don’t but I’d rather look at the good rather than try and anticipate the bad.” He smiled sweetly at him. “I’ll be more careful next time, I wanna keep my arms so I can hold ya properly.”

Brian lifted Brock's chin, looking down at his lips before locking onto them. Move together with warmth and love, Brock laughed into the kiss as Brian’s hands roamed around him finding places to tease. “Attention whore.”

“You love it though.” He lifted the hem of Brock’s shirt to reveal the lovely scar he’d created a month ago when Brock fulfilled his promise of a night he’d never forget. He traced it along the shoulder blade, kissing around it receiving shivers from above.

“You know i-it’s sensitive.” Brock's face flushed as Brian continued his actions.

“Want me to stop?” Teasing the question with light brushes on the skin.

“Gods no.” Brock sat up and moved to where Brian sat, placing himself on his lap.

“Who’s the attention whore now?” He spoke into Brock’s ear gaining the response he wanted more shivers traveling throughout his body.

“It’s still one hundred percent you.” Brian kissed along his jawline continuing his journey of teasingly nips and kisses every chance he got. Get the reaction he wanted. Hands stopping at Brock’s sweats and lips hovering over his.

“Wanna find out?”

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I can play as many characters as needed, whether it’s just one or it’s six. Whatever our story calls for, I can manage that. In fact, I would love to play multiple “main” pairings so we can both get what we want, versus a single main pairing (unless it’s a pairing/dynamic we both like equally well). I find more than one facet to a plot really interesting, and multiple characters helps flesh out a story’s dimensions.

I’m absolutely interested in joining groups, so please don’t be shy about asking me to participate in plots with more than two players. So long as they don’t involve me writing sexual NSFW, we’re Gucci; everyone else writing NSFW isn’t a deal breaker for me.

Multiple threads and plots at the same time are no issue for me. In fact, I love the idea that we click so well that we just can’t stop coming up with good ideas! So definitely don’t be afraid to pitch something new to me, whether it’s because you want to switch gears (and drop a thread for another), or want to do everything at once.

Romance is a must for me! I prefer slow and agonizing journeys to get there, but my attention is best held by romantic chemistry between characters.

I can provide writing samples upon request, though I never require them from my partner. Additionally, I have some plots written out if you’re interested in that sort of thing. Otherwise, we can brainstorm together!

FANDOMS

I’m very much a fandom player. I’m always down for AUs, or inserting our own characters into the plots of fandoms! This is in no way a complete list; never be afraid to ask if I’m into something! I’ve probably forgotten a hundred things I love.

Most of my fandoms will have favorite canon characters listed with them, both who I like playing and playing against; you’re always welcome to ask about others not listed.* There’s a good chance I’m pretty good with them!

*I will play OCs in every fandom, but I might not play canons in every fandom.

ALWAYS

The Bartimaeus Trilogy (Nathaniel, Kitty Jones, and Bartimaeus), DC (any Titan, Jinx, Arthur Curry, Steve Trevor, Circe, and Diana Prince), Elder Scrolls (player canons and/or OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Fallout: New Vegas and 4 (Arcade Gannon, Paladin Danse, R.J. MacCready, Arthur Maxson, Veronica Santangelo, Cait, Rose of Sharon Cassidy, and player canons), Game of Thrones (Sansa Stark, Robb Stark, Jon Snow, Cersei Lannister, Jaime Lannister, Ramsay Bolton, and Willas Tyrell), His Dark Materials (OCs preferred), Hunger Games (OCs preferred), Inception (Arthur, and Eames, but OCs preferred), Marvel (Peter Parker, Scott Lang, Bucky Barnes, Miles Morales, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Gwen Stacy, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Kitty Pryde, and Megan Gwynn), Miraculous Ladybug (Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste), The Mortal Instruments (Simon Lewis, Raphael Santiago, and Alec Lightwood), Percy Jackson and the Olympians (Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Annabeth Chase, Will Solace, Piper McLean, and Leo Valdez), Star Trek (Jim Kirk, Leonard McCoy, S'chn T'gai Spock, and Pavel Chekov), Star Wars (Obi Wan Kenobi, Jacen Solo, Jaina Solo, Jagged Fel, Mara Jade Skywalker, Rey Skywalker, Poe Dameron, Luke Skywalker, Boba Fett, Sintas Vel, and Ahsoka Tano), The Walking Dead (Glenn Rhee, and Negan), Warriors (Firestar, Squirrelflight, Jayfeather, and Hawkfrost)

SOMETIMES

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, and Uraraka Ochaco), Bungou Stray Dogs (OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Digimon (OCs preferred), Dragon Age (Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, and Dorian Pavus), Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Reno, and Sephiroth), Harry Potter (Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood; play my favorite ship with me, and I’ll do whatever you want, literally.), Mystic Messenger (Choi Saeyoung, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, and Choi Saeran), Naruto (Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Gaara, Hyuuga Hinata, and Uchiha Sasuke), Ouran High School Host Club (Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Hitachiin Kaoru), Pokémon (Red, Blue, N, Guzma, and player canons)

NOT SURE, BUT WILLING TO EXPLORE

Avatar: the Last Airbender (particularly Zutara), Eragon, Howl’s Moving Castle, Kiznaiver, The Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul, Twilight, Yuri!!! on Ice

GENRES

For the most part, I’ll genuinely play most any genre! Of course, everyone says that, but then they shoot down all your suggestions because everyone has stuff they don’t like doing. I’ll try to make this as brief as I can, and know that if something isn’t listed, but you’re pretty sure (based on everything else) that I’m into it, then definitely let me know what you’re thinking!

SETTINGS

A/B/O (I will not play only alphas for only omegas, nor will I play overly trope-y, non-con, “boys love”/"yaoi” plots.), Age of Sail, alien worlds/alien invasions, celebrity, fairytales and mythology (including “inspired by” retellings), fantasy (including medieval, urban, and high fantasy), alt-historical and modern royalty, mutants/gifted, organized crime, science fiction (especially including aliens), some historical (excluding medieval, colonial, and the Roaring Twenties/Great Depression), Southern gothic, supernatural, Victorian (especially the London ton), post-apocalyptic

PAIRING DYNAMICS

arranged marriage (I’m always down for slinging our characters together, whether or not they want to. It’s always a bonus if their families hate each other.), enemies to lovers (I love conflict of any sort, especially romantic!), human x not-human (The not-human must be sentient.), bad guy x good guy, intellectual x emotional, captive x captured (especially when the captured is willful, annoying, and full of fight), step-siblings (I don’t play step-parents x step-kids, so please don’t ask!), status/power imbalances (such as characters being from different socioeconomic strata or different ranks/positions in an organization), celebrity x bodyguard (I’m okay with the celebrity being the son/daughter/offspring of someone famous!), famous x not famous, rivals of any sort, unwilling traveling companions, unwilling soulmates

If any of this interests you, please feel free to reach out to me however! I’m really looking forward to hearing from you!

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fyrapartnersearch · 4 years

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Why can't I hold all these cool stories?

DISCORD: KYLO REN AT CHILI’S#8808

PERSONAL PREFERENCES

I consider myself to be lit-adv. I tend to enjoy partners in the lit+ category, but as long as you’re an enthusiastic and engaging partner, I don’t care about perfect grammar. I would rather write with someone just as involved and excited as I am, than I would with someone who isn't very engaging but knows exactly what to do with obscure punctuation.

OOC chatter is really important to me. I can’t write with someone that I don’t feel like I can get to know. I’m looking for friends, not a faceless reply robot. I won’t communicate over any medium but Discord. I've tried Kik, Hangouts, etc.; they just don't stick for me. If you would prefer first contact be through email, you can shoot me a quick message and your handle to [email protected].

I’m fine with threading in a GDoc or a server, but I will not thread over DMs. It’s difficult to have OOC chatter and the thread over the top of each other.

If you're looking for a partner that writes a reply a day without fail, that's not me. I prefer that we don't have "posting schedules” or set posting times, because I find that it turns writing into a chore. It's great if you reply immediately, and it's totally okay if you need a week to figure something out! You’re absolutely free to poke me. I’m not always the most mindful. However, I’m not going to reply every day. Three to four times a week is my frequency.

PLOT PREFERENCES

I’m interested in both fandom and original settings, and I’m down for playing both canon characters and OCs. I don’t necessarily prefer one or the other.

I can play as many characters as needed, whether it's just one or it's six. Whatever our story calls for, I can manage that. In fact, I would love to play multiple “main” pairings so we can both get what we want, versus a single main pairing (unless it’s a pairing/dynamic we both like equally well). I find more than one facet to a plot really interesting, and multiple characters helps flesh out a story’s dimensions.

Multiple threads and plots at the same time are no issue for me. In fact, I love the idea that we click so well that we just can't stop coming up with good ideas! So definitely don't be afraid to pitch something new to me, whether it's because you want to switch gears (and drop a thread for another), or want to do everything at once.

Romance is a must for me! I prefer slow and agonizing journeys to get there, but my attention is best held by romantic chemistry between characters.

I can provide writing samples upon request, though I never require them from my partner. Additionally, I have some plots written out if you're interested in that sort of thing. Otherwise, we can brainstorm together!

FANDOMS

*I will play OCs in every fandom, but I might not play canons in every fandom.

ALWAYS

SOMETIMES

Boku no Hero Academia (Bakugo Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, and Uraraka Ochaco), Bungou Stray Dogs (OCs preferred, but feel free to ask about canons), Digimon (OCs preferred), Dragon Age (Fenris, Cullen Rutherford, Cassandra Pentaghast, and Dorian Pavus), Final Fantasy VII (Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Reno, and Sephiroth), Harry Potter (Narcissa Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter, Regulus Black, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, and Luna Lovegood; play my favorite ship with me, and I'll do whatever you want, literally.), Mystic Messenger (Choi Saeyoung, Han Jumin, Kang Jaehee, and Choi Saeran), Naruto (Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Gaara, Hyuuga Hinata, and Uchiha Sasuke), Ouran High School Host Club (Ootori Kyouya, Hitachiin Hikaru, and Hitachiin Kaoru), Pokémon (Red, Blue, N, Guzma, and player canons)

NOT SURE, BUT WILLING TO EXPLORE

Avatar: the Last Airbender (particularly Zutara), Eragon, Howl's Moving Castle, Kiznaiver, The Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, Tokyo Ghoul, Twilight, Yuri!!! on Ice

GENRES

SETTINGS

A/B/O (I will not play only alphas for only omegas, nor will I play overly trope-y, non-con, “boys love”/"yaoi" plots.), Age of Sail, alien worlds/alien invasions, celebrity, fairytales and mythology (including “inspired by” retellings), fantasy (including medieval, urban, and high fantasy), alt-historical and modern royalty, mutants/gifted, organized crime, science fiction (especially including aliens), some historical (excluding medieval, colonial, and the Roaring Twenties/Great Depression), supernatural, Victorian (especially the London ton), post-apocalyptic

PAIRING DYNAMICS

If any of this interests you, please feel free to reach out to me however! I'm really looking forward to hearing from you!

#oc rp #multiple paragraph #para #semipara #oneline #long term #messenger #marvel rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp #mcu rp #dc rp #submission

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sacred things (a song of ice and fire fanfic)

Lyanna/Howland // G // 1488 words // Lyanna goes to Howland’s wedding

For @ladybingley

Howland was surprised when he heard news that the Starks would come to the wedding, as the house to which the Reeds were sworn in they always received a raven with an invitation, yet it had been more than a century since the last time a Stark had stepped on Greywater Watch. The boat arrived at dusk. When the boat was close enough Howland saw that the news were false, after all there was only one person with the surname Stark on the boat. But at least it was the only Stark he really wanted it to be from the moment he heard the news. He left the side of his parents and the other nobles to go to the water's edge and offer his hand for her to leave the boat, he had not agreed to do this but he was sure that his parents would not disapprove after all he was being a good host. The smile on his face could also perhaps be mistaken for that of a good host, though in reality it was more the smile of someone who is genuinely happy to see a specific person in front of him again. And Lyanna's smile was the same. "Welcome to the Greywater Watch Lady Lyanna," he said. "It's good to be here" Lyanna said. "Allow me to introduce you to my father and mother. Milady, these are Lord and Lady Reed " "Nice to meet you" "It's our pleasure to have a Stark here, especially you. Our Howland has told us a lot about you since Harrenhal "Lord Reed said. Their eyes met for a moment, and Howland tried to pass with that look that yes he had talked about her, but not about things that should not be public, things that only he and Prince Rhaegar knew. She seemed to understand. "All an exaggeration, I assure you" "Milady would like something to eat now, or maybe go to your room?" "Actually, first of all, I would like to go in your godswood, thank the gods for the safe journey before it gets dark. Howland can show me where it is, right? " "Of course, Howland accompany Miss Stark" Lyanna had three traveling companions, all of them servants of the Stark house, two were assigned to take the luggage to the castle, another to serve as guard to Howland and Lyanna in the woods, but when they reached the entrance Lyanna said to guard she and Howland would go on alone from now on, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but did not argue. They walked together thinking it should have felt strange, they'd only known each other for a week and then spent more months apart, but somehow didn’t feel it. "So I'll meet your betrothed at dinner?" Lyanna asked. "I'm afraid not, she lives on another island, she'll be arriving with her family in the morning" "Pity, I wanted to talk to her, see what she looks like" "You can talk to her tomorrow" "Yes, but she will already be your wife when I do this, not your bride" "She's still going to be the same person" "Maybe not, others keep saying that marriage changes you, maybe it's not just foolish talk in that case ... are you getting married here?" She asked as they reached the front of the Heart Tree sitting on the rocks below and pointing to Howland sit next to her. "Yes, obviously" "Not obviously, I grew up thinking that I was going to marry in front of a Heart Tree but it's a wedding in front of a Septuagint of Seven that awaits me" "Maybe you could have both, they have Godswoods in the south too" "One marriage with Robert Baratheon is bad enough, I don't need a second" He laughed. "So at what time will the ceremony be?" She asked. "In the morning ... a part of me still can not believe that tomorrow I will be a married man" She looked at him looking melancholic for a moment, then she smiled and said : "You could run away easy if you wanted to. It would not be at all difficult for a man to do so" "And where would I go?" "I don't know, you could cross the sea and go to Esos, or see everything beyond the wall. You could have adventures and live a life that they will write songs about. Could be fun " "Maybe, but I don’t want to run away. I like this place, these people, my bride. I can't say I love her yet but I like her a lot, I'm sure that love will eventually come " "That's nice. I doubt that I will feel this way on the eve of my nuptials with Robert Baratheon " "Who knows, a lot can happen in a few months" "I'm well aware of that. I was surprised when I heard from your engagement, you did not mention anything about being promised when we were in Harrenhal " "Because I wasn't at the time... my father had me at the age that most men have grandchildren, shortly after I came back from Harrenhal he got sick, and he said that one of his regrets was not to have seen me married, he got better but who knows next time, he is old and weak and he wants to see me married before he dies. It seems selfish not to give him something so small "

"A marriage is never a small thing Howland... Prince Rhaegar has sent me letters" "What ? Does your father know that? " "No, Rhaegar sends them through the Connington household, I told my father that I made friends with one of Lord Jon's cousins when we were in Harrenhal, he did not question that. For a while I was sure he was going to open one of the letters and find out but he never did and now I'm sure he will never, the conversations and feelings of girls have very little interest for Lord Rickard " "I worry about your involvement with the prince" "There is no involvement, we just talk" "He crowned you queen of love and beauty instead of his own wife" "He wanted to honor me, and you know why" "He could find a way to do this that would not end up with his wife humiliated in front of everyone" "Maybe his methods were bad, but his intentions were pure. That counts for something right? " "I'm not sure. What does the prince say in his letters? " "Not much, he usually focuses more on me, he asks me what I like to do and my thoughts about things, it's so different from Robert's letters, he always talks about everything he does, who he won in such and such tournament , I wouldn't even answer his letters if my father did not force me to" "Did you tell your father that you feel that way?" "Yes, and he does not care. His ambitions for connections to the south are his priority, not my heart " "I'm sorry, this is not fair, I wish I could do something" "You're listening and you're not saying I'm a foolish little girl for not wanting to marry the splendid Robert Baratheon, that's more than most would do" "It doesn't feel like it's enough" "Then you could take me away from here and save me from a very boring life as Lady Baratheon, we would cross the sea, I would be a swordswoman and you my loyal squire. We would see every city there is to see and we would be ridiculously happy together " "Would you ask me that?" "Not if you're happy with your life, you are happy right Howland?" "Yes, I am, but-" "So like I said there's nothing to ask, my dad always says I'm a very selfish girl and he isn't wrong, but I'm not selfish at that point" "Okay, just so you know if you asked me I'd say yes, not without hesitation, but for you I would go" "It's very easy to say this when you know you don't have to prove it. But thank you, I'll probably spend my years as Lady Baratheon imagining the adventures that a Lyanna even more selfish than me would have with you " "I'll imagine it too" They stood for a minute in silence, just enjoying each other's company and imagining a life that would never be. "I think we should go back, it's going to be dark soon," Lyanna said. "Alright" Howland said standing up. "You will not tell anyone about Rhaegar's letters, right?" "Your secret is safe with me. Along with all the others " "Good. And you’re not you going to tell anyone I tried to steal from your betrothed on the eve of your wedding? "Lyanna said and laughed. "This one is safe, too" Howland said and laughed, but inside he had an uncomfortable realization that if Lyanna had actually tried, she would have been successful.

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#my fanfiction #a song of ice and fire #lyanna stark #howland reed #lyanna x howland #lais

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acourtofhopeanddreams · 5 years

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Northern Ravens - Chapter 5

Sansa is Queen in the North while Jon is banished to serve the Night’s Watch for the rest of his life. And yet, Sansa can’t just accept that Jon can never come home again, that he will never be able to answer the feelings she has for him, that she will have to marry someone else to let him father the future heirs of the North. And so she sends ravens. Ravens to Jon to tell him how much she misses him. And ravens to Bran to ask him when it is safe to end Jon’s punishment and bring him back to Winterfell.

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

The served dinner in Castle Black looked far better than the food Sansa had gotten during their journey from Winterfell to the North. The smell of fresh meat filled her nostrils and even though they were not presented on the table yet Sansa could also already smell the lemon cakes Jon had without a doubt made for her.

And yet, instead of actually eating the food, Sansa played with it and shoved it back and forth on her plate. There were too many butterflies in her stomach to actually be hungry and the fact that she was seated a few too many inches away from Jon made her entire body restless. Having dinner and attempting to converse with her own people or the ones who spent their days with Jon in the cold North beyond the wall felt like wasting time.

But she kept a smile on her face and nodded whenever she thought she had to, even though she didn’t hear anything of what was said to her.

“Did you already ask him?” Fredrik shifted in the seat next to her. He still wore the Stark uniform and his plate was already half empty.

Sansa blinked a few times and then she shook her head. “I didn’t get the chance yet.” Her cheeks heated up and she saw the smile spreading across Fredrik’s face.

At times the boy reminded her of Theon and she was not sure yet if that made her happy or sad. He had the same blond curls, even though he kept them short most of the time. And just like Theon he carried a certain bravado that could come across as arrogance, but was also in a way rather charming.

“Of course, my Queen, you had more important matters to discuss.” He winked and Sansa couldn’t help but smiling back at him.

She moved her chair a little closer towards Jon and then she cleared her throat. “The men ask how they should call you now you’re no longer a King or a Lord.” She bent her head and stared at her plate. Jon had probably noticed by now that she was barely eating, but when she looked at his plate she noticed that his appetite didn’t seem like it used to be either.

Jon shrugged and he easily accepted the excuse to put his spoon down. “They can just call me Jon or Snow or whatever they like best.”

Sansa furrowed her eyebrows and she leaned back in her wooden chair. She was just as much a Queen here as she was in Winterfell and even the men of the Night’s Watch, known to be thieves and outcasts, seemed to respect everything she had accomplished and the fact that she had managed to keep Jon alive after he had killed the Dragon Queen. “You know they will never do that.”

He might have accepted that he was no longer a King or a Lord or a Knight, but his people, her people, their people had not. He had been the one commanding their army against the Night King. He had been the one leading their troops south to kill Cersei Lannister. He had also been the one ending the tyranny of Daenerys Targaryen, even though he was surrounded by those loyal to her, including her dragon. No matter how much he wanted it, not even when he ordered them to, would they see and treat him as their equal.

Westeros might have stripped him of all titles, but not even Westeros could erase everything he had done for the Kingdom and especially the North.

“I’m not allowed to carry a title.”

“Yet.” Sansa hissed between her teeth. “It’s a matter of time before Bran tells us that Daenerys’ allies have left Westeros or have stopped caring.” She lifted her chin a little and straightened her back. “Apart from that, the North is an independent Kingdom and the laws of the Six Kingdoms and their punishments can be overruled by its Queen.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t want to risk another war, even though I don’t doubt we will win it, but the Northerners and I can give you every title and all honour you deserve.”

Jon smiled, but he shook his head and reached for her hand. “Sansa…” He spoke softly. “I know that Tyrion presented it as a punishment. That’s what Grey Worm had to believe, else he wouldn’t have let me go alive.” The tips of his fingers, slightly rough after spending so much time in the burning cold, rubbed her knuckles. “But the only part of the punishment that really is one, is the part that keeps me away from you.” Every word was sincere. “I never wanted to rule people or command armies. I’m fine being a bastard, banished, but free.”

“You’re not a bastard, Jon.” Sansa shook her head. “You’ve never been and you’ll never be.”

“We’ve talked about this.” Jon leaned a little closer towards her, even though that was barely possible. “I don’t want any of it. I just want a calm life, Ghost somewhere near and you.” He lifted his hand up and touched her cheek.

She hadn’t realised that a few tears had escaped her watering eyes. “Will you even come back home if Bran tells us that you can return without risking countless of lives?” After all, that was the future she had been holding onto, the promise that had kept her going. She could rule the North and be their Queen, as long as she knew that one day Jon would come home again to be with her.

He was the only one she would ever allow to father her children, the heirs the North so desperately needed now Bran was ruling the Six Kingdoms and Jon and Arya were so far way from Winterfell.

But she didn’t want to travel all the way here for the rest of her life to see him. And she didn’t want to say goodbye after only a few weeks every time he would travel south. She couldn’t do that. She didn’t want that. That was not the happily ever after she was promised after everything she had been through and everything she had fought for.

“I already told you, Sansa.” Jon squeezed her hand assuringly. “I will be your husband one day and the father of your children and I will help you raise those children to become King or Queen themselves one day.” He let her hand go. “But as just Jon. In your shadow.”

#jon snow #Sansa Stark #game of thrones #got #jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #got fanfiction #game of thrones fanfiction #sansa stark fanfiction #Jon Snow fanfiction #northern ravens #multichapter #to be continued #post canon

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lizwontcry · 5 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sandor Clegane & Arya Stark, Arya Stark/Gendry Waters Characters: Sandor Clegane, Arya Stark, Gendry Waters Summary:

"So you think you're a clever bitch, do you? You're going to be a little explorer." She hears a voice from behind her.

What in the hell?

It can't be.

Arya spins around to see Sandor Clegane, live and in person, standing there on the bow, looking at her with some mixture of pride and annoyance.

The wind is flowing through the sails, and the sun is setting over the land, turning the sky into a canvas of violet and turquoise and orange. It's one of those moments during the journey to the West that Arya thinks takes on a truly magical quality. She's free; she's been to hell and back but now she's free. Someday she will go back to Winterfell, she will be by Sansa's side and help her rule their ancestral home, and hopefully she will get to wrap her arms around Jon again, too. Bran has his own throne now, one that she hopes to see someday as well. There may be fewer Starks than before, but they have more power than ever.

She also plans to a trip to Storm's End someday. She hopes Gendry isn't waiting for her, but if he is, she'll be ready. Probably. On her terms, of course.

Arya takes a deep breath and takes it all in, the fresh air, the rays of the setting sun penetrating her skin. She hasn't made it all the way West yet but it should be any day now. She can't wait to see the unknown.

"So you think you're a clever bitch, do you? You're going to be a little explorer." She hears a voice from behind her.

What in the hell?

It can't be.

Arya spins around to see Sandor Clegane, live and in person, standing there on the bow, looking at her with some mixture of pride and annoyance.

Arya says nothing. She must be seasick or something. Because he's...

"Dead. You thought I was dead, didn't you? That's just plain rude, girl."

"I must be seeing things. You died fighting Gregor. Everyone knows this," Arya says, feeling like a real idiot talking to what must be a shadow. Those clams she ate last night must have been bad.

"Aye, it's not the clams you ate. I'm really here. Take a look, come on, come closer." How does he know about the clams? She is seriously losing it.

Despite not wanting to do that in the slightest, Arya slowly walks over to where this shadow masquerading as Sandor is standing. When she gets closer, she sees that it is really him--there are his scars, his stringy hair, his dark eyes, and that nasty scowl he was infamous for--everything matches who Arya knows as the Hound.

Although she desperately wants to move back and question everything about this situation, instead Arya reaches out and grabs Sandor's hand. It's rough and callused, of course, but that's to be expected. Sandor looks down at her--not angrily, but curiously.

"Still trying to see if I'm real? I'm fucking real, all right. You can let go now." But he didn't move his hand and she didn't let go. His hand is comforting to her in some weird way. It's odd how after all the time she spent as his captive, once she was free, she couldn't wait to travel with him again to King's Landing once they were reunited. Arya knows Sandor cares for her; his fight with Brienne showed the lengths he would go to for her. She didn't leave him for dead on that mountain because she wanted to see him die--it's the exact opposite. Well, mostly. She wanted her freedom more than she wanted to be the one to kill him. But she also had no urge to watch as the life left his body.

Instead of asking how he survived the fall, how he got out of King's Landing, and how in the hell he got on the boat without her knowing, Arya says, "Welcome to my ship, then. This is the Wolf Girl. I'm going to the West, since nobody has been there before, to my knowledge."

She finally releases his hand and Sandor walks around the boat, taking everything in. She can tell he's impressed.

"So you missed me, eh?" Sandor says, and Arya is instantly embarrassed as Sandor picks up his dog helmet that she keeps tied to the mast. She has it mostly as a keepsake, to remember him by. Mostly. "I've been looking all over for this goddamn thing. Where'd you even find it?"

Arya doesn't answer. Why couldn't she have kept it somewhere less visible? Such a rookie mistake.

"Come on, girl. Why do you have this on your ship? I deserve an answer to that, don't I?" He looks at her from across the boat, and she feels herself blushing. How ridiculous.

Arya walks slowly over to Sandor, who is still holding his helmet.

"I kept it because you were the one to convince me that there's more to life than revenge," Arya finally answers. "So it's here to remind me of that when I need to remember the most."

Sandor looks... touched? Relieved? Sad? She can't tell, exactly.

"And 'Little Wolf?' Of course you'd name your boat."

Arya can't help it. "A lot of people name their boats."

Sandor smiles wearily, and doesn't finish the joke because they both know the punchline.

"Okay, yes, I missed you. I was sad to hear that you died after pushing yourself and your brother through the wall into the fire. It seemed like the worst death I could imagine for you. All that fire... it didn't seem worth it to lose you that way. Especially after you convinced me not to go with you."

"Ah, but you're mistaken. It was the best way to die, because I took my cunt brother with me. I wasn't afraid of the fire anymore, and I wasn't afraid of Gregor, either. It was always going to happen that way, girl. Don't feel bad for me. Be happy that I got what I always wanted."

Arya is quiet for a moment, taking this all in. It still doesn't make sense that he's standing on her boat right now, but she'll get to that later.

"That was all you wanted? Ever since you were a boy?"

Sandor looks confused, but he answers, "Of course not. I was always in search of a good meal, cold ale, a deadly sword fight, a willing woman, and as much coins as my pocket could carry."

Arya doesn't change her facial expression because she doesn't want him to see her disappointment. What good would that do? She feels dumb again.

This time, Sandor is the one who takes her hand. "Even when I was Joffrey's sworn shield, I felt no urge to keep him safe--I only did what was required of me, and I only did it for the coins. The first time I ever felt like it was my duty and honor to protect someone was with your sister, Sansa. There was something about her that made me feel like I was the only one who truly cared about keeping her safe. And when I left King's Landing and found you out in the wild, If no one else was going to look after you, I knew it was my job to do it. And I would have for the rest of my life if I had to. So stop feeling sorry for yourself, girl. You know I'll always be here for you."

Arya looks up at him, tears threatening to erupt from her eyes, and not surprisingly--Sandor is gone. No trace of him. The wind is still threading through the sails and the sun is slowly setting into the mountain. Darkness is approaching.

And with that, Arya awakens, sitting straight up in bed, almost throwing Gendry right off of it.

"Hey! What's wrong, what happened?" Gendry asks sleepily, putting his arm around her. Arya sinks into it, relieved she's not alone after all.

"Oh... nothing," Arya says. "I think I ate some bad clams last night..."

Gendry knows better. "You had that dream again? I'm glad it's just a dream, I don't think we have enough to feed Sandor if he was here with us."

Arya smiles slightly. "That's true. He would have drank all the wine on the first day."

She lays back down and Gendry holds her tightly.

And again she wishes it wasn't just a dream.

#arya stark #sandor clegane #gendry waters #arya x gendry #just a little thing #because I'm not over it yet #the hound #fandom #fanfic

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mariamermaid · 6 years

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Carry your throne

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Summary: After Y/N joined the company, she and Thorin don´t get along very well for a long time. Until one night changes everything

Words: 1718

Warnings: English is not my native language

A/N: Inspired by the song “Carry your Throne” by Jon Bellion and I took some of the wedding vows from the internet. This is my first imagine here, if you find any mistakes please tell me.

The king under the mountain was back, but the price for the recoupment was higher than you’d expected. Thorin hadn’t cared about the jewels, gold and the treasure, he started this journey with the dream of reclaiming his home. But since the company had arrived in the mountain, everything had changed. Gandalf had asked you to join the group and in the beginning, you weren’t convinced about joining. However, Gandalf was an old friend and you couldn’t say no. The dwarfs were not very fond of you. They disliked the thought of bringing a woman with them. But your fighting skills changed their opinion about you. Your appearance made you look weak, especially compared to the height of dwarfs, you seemed even smaller. But what you didn’t have in size, you had in rage. Your unique fighting skills made you essential for the group. You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t have saved the company’s ass more than once. After seeing what you could do, the company accepted you and you became close friends with them. But their leader Thorin Oakenshield didn’t seem very fond of you for a long time, mostly because you were the only one to disagree with his methods, none of the other dwarfs dared to say a word to their king. One night had changed everything in lake town. It was the day before you went to the mountain and Kili was badly injured. You had gone outside to catch some fresh air, when the king himself interrupted your peacefully silence. “What are you doing outside here lassie?” You let out a sigh. “I’m enjoying the silence before the storm.” He chuckled lowly into his beard. “Y/n you are truly unique.” Surprised you looked up to him. “We’ve been on this journey for 4 months and this is the nicest thing you ever said to me.” His small smile disappeared rather quickly, like he didn’t want to see it. Your expression softened. “It suits you.” Thorin raised his eyebrow. “That smile. It looks nice on you.” He grinned again and set down next to you. A silence fell between you, a calming one, not as awkward as you imagined. “What are you gonna do after this? I mean when everything’s over.” He asked you. You sighed. “Well if I make it out alive”, the thought of dying made your heart ache a little. “Then I guess I’ll go home.” “You’ll make it out alive.” Thorin immediately answered. You looked into his sky-blue eyes. “How do you know that?” “I’ll make sure of it if I have to. I’ll protect you.” You smiled at him.“ You know I can take care of myself, pretty good actually.” He chuckled again. “Yeah I know. So, is somebody waiting for you at home?” You laughed. “Waiting for me? Oh no, god no. I have my small garden with vegetables, fruits and herbs. There’s a bird who sometimes comes by and checks on me. He sings me songs he’s heard on his travels. And I feed him. If I need things I go to the village.” He smiled at your stories. “And you´ll be crowned as the new king.” Some happiness left his eyes. “Is that not what you want?” You asked curiously. Slowly he shook his head. “I want my home back, being a king was never something I truly wanted. But I didn´t have a choice.” “You´re going to be a good king.” Thorin turned his head to you. “A king is nothing without a queen.” Two crowns and a gold cup And they’re coming for the throne, love

Ever since that night you and Thorin had been courting. You didn´t tell the others, but most of them became suspicious. You didn´t fight against him anymore and when small arguments occurred, you both left and discussed them without being watched, also ending up in hot make out sessions. But when you entered the mountain and the gold met the kings eye, something changed in him. Since days you were now searching for the Arkenstone. You were exhausted but even more worried about Thorin. He didn´t sleep, he didn´t eat and he didn´t talk to you about it. So, you searched the long halls for him. “Thorin?” You called out. In a dark corner he appeared. A crown on his head, thick fur around his broad shoulders and deep circles under his eyes. “Y/N why aren´t you searching for the Arkenstone?” He asked firmly. You sighed. “Thorin we need to talk.” You stepped closer to him, laying one hand on his cheek. “Thorin you´re ill. Really ill and I´m worried about you. You don´t rest, you give orders to your friends like they´re strangers to you.” Thorin opened his mouth, ready to object, but you didn’t let him talk. “This jewel won´t make you a better king. Your people will follow you because they believe in you, not because you´re wearing a crown. I don´t know if this war is really what you want, but if you´ll lead the way, I´ll follow. Just like the others will do.” But if your heart is a dog fight Then I’m ready to go to war like Rough sex in the courtyard And your legs are the North Star Church bells let me ring them

She looked back, said, “baby this your kingdom”

A smile appeared on his lips. “This war will ensure my reign.” He stopped for a moment. “Our reign.” His hand reached up to your hair. You remembered Balin telling you about courting and marriage rituals. One of them having your hair braided by your significant other. Your heart started pounding like crazy in chest and you were afraid that Thorin could hear it. “Y/N L/N will you give me the honor and become my queen?” You gulped and slowly nodded. “Yes. Yes Thorin Oakenshield I will be your queen.” Wide smiling at you Thorin hugged you tightly and then gave you a short, but passionate kiss. He pulled away and immediately started braiding a small branch of your hair. “And as your queen I will make sure that this sickness won´t take you away from me.” If you’re lost in this darkness I’ll carry your throne No I won’t let it swallow you whole They try to break inside the walls with These lies but I’m pulling up the draw bridge

“They´re outside!” Fili screamed through the halls and you both followed the others outside on the wall. Luckily everyone was too nervous to detect your braided hair. Outside there was an army of elves, led by Thranduil. Next to him Bard. “King Thorin you promised us something. We don´t want this war and we have this in exchange.” Bard called out and pulled out the Arkenstone. All the love and happiness disappeared out of Thorins eyes within seconds and your heart ached. You quickly looked over to Bilbo, seeing his nervous expression. Thorin looked over to him as well. “YOU! You gave it to them!” He screamed and Fili and some of the others held him back from trying to kill Bilbo. You stood right between them. “Leave!” Thorin screamed. You grabbed a rope and threw it to Bilbo, helping him to abseil. “Quick.” You said firmly, knowing that Thorin wouldn´t hold back forever. When Bilbo was on the edge he looked back at you, then he realized your braided hair and his eyes widened. You shook your head. “Not now.” You whispered. “I promise I bring him back to his senses.” Bilbo nodded and abseiled down. After Bilbo left and arrived on the other side, Thorin turned back to Thandruil. “I want war!” We rose this love from the dirt now Set fire to the sky watch it burn down

After half an hour your anger against Thorin didn´t hold back anymore. He didn´t fight and you weren´t the only one mad. Kili nervously walked back and forth. Then suddenly he stopped. He started walking towards Thorin, but you held him back. “I´ll talk to him. If he won´t fight, we will.” It’s a ceremony but the crowd’s gone And you got nothing but my crown on

“Thorin! What has got into you?!” You called him. He was walking through the golden halls, starring at the floor. “You are hiding from a war you started!” “I started?!” He screamed at you. You knew that the others could hear now every word you´d say. “They took the Arkenstone and they want to take away what belongs to us!” “You promised them your help! What is a king who doesn´t keep his word?! If you hide here, they´ll die. All of them. Not only dwarfs but also the elves and the humans!” He walked up to you in rage.” Why would you dare to tell me, your king, what to do?!” “Because it´s my job to tell you what to do as your soon to be queen and as your friend! But if you don´t listen we are not even friends!” You turned around and stormed away. The others watched you with open mouths, but you didn´t care. You picked bow and arrow and threw it over to Kili. “We´ll fight.” The others started to get ready as well and you were already on your way out, when his deep voice echoed through the halls again. “Wait.” Round 2, round 3, give me sequels Every time you open the cathedral If you’re lost in this darkness I’ll carry your throne No I won’t let it swallow you whole

You woke up to a knock on your door. Dis entered your chamber and with two maids following her. “Come on Y/N we need to get you ready!” She exclaimed excited. The maids and Dis helped you get ready, starting with a bath. You got out and into a light robe, while the maids started to braid your hair. The noise light knock appeared again. “Come in!” You called. King Thranduil came in. You smiled at him. In his arms laid a white dress.

“I promise to be your queen, your lover and friend. Your ally in conflict and your comrade in adventure. I promise to guide you through the dark and enlighten your way. I promise if you´re lost in darkness, I´ll carry your throne.”

#thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin imagine #the hobbit #richard armitage #mariamermaidimagine

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bonneyq · 7 years

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His Love, His Queen

Also on [AO3]

This story has some mature content.

The moment she opened the door and looked into his eyes, Daenerys knew.

She knew he wasn’t there to talk about battles, or alliances, or dead men coming for them, or of things that gave people nightmares. No, Jon Snow knocked on her door that night because he wanted her. And gods, she wanted him.

Without unlocking their eyes, Daenerys opened the door a bit more in clear permission and Jon stepped inside her cabin, closing the door. Daenerys’ heart was beating like crazy inside her chest, she tried to keep her emotions under control but when Jon stepped closer to her, slowly as if he was afraid of spooking her (spook a dragon, what a thought). Her breath got stuck in her throat when he put a hand on her cheek and leaned in.

Jon stopped right before their lips met, always honorable and giving her a chance to say no or to pull back. As if Daenerys would deny him. Perhaps she should, it was reckless of them to want each other so much, their judgement became clouded.

Finally joining their lips, Jon pulled her closer to him and Daenerys felt her body just surrender completely to him. The way he kissed her, with firm tenderness for a long time, made her dizzy, made her drunk on him, made her want more. Made her feel as if she was fire itself.

She was the first to tug on his clothes, trying her best not to stop kissing him. She wanted to have his lips on hers as long as they could.

Undressing took longer than either of them wanted it to because of their leathers, but the moment they stood in front of each other, naked, Jon reached for her again. Daenerys kissed him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders when she felt his hands roam from her waist to her ass and down on the back of her thighs, pulling her up to him.

Jon held her as if she weighted nothing at all and when he lied her down on the bed, he did it so gently it took Daenerys a moment to acknowledge the fact, but then his body was atop of hers and nothing else mattered anymore.

Trailing down kisses down to her throat to her cleavage, Jon was taking his time while driving Daenerys crazy, especially when one of his hands cupped one breast, making her sigh.

When his hand was replaced with his mouth on her breast, Daenerys had to bite down her lip in order to keep quiet or at least, try.

She couldn’t keep quiet when she felt his hand travel from her side until it reached between her legs, where she was already wet and throbbing in desire for him. His caress was slow, but sure and it only served to boil Daenerys’ blood even more.

“Jon.” She whispered and it was all he needed before sliding a finger inside her, moving it a few times before adding another which made her sigh when he pumped them a few times, brushing a special spot inside her a few times, making her moan softly, needy for him.

Daenerys pushed Jon so he lied on his side and kissed him, her own hand between them to find his shaft already standing for attention. She curled her finger around him and the growl he made sent fire between her legs where his fingers still touched her.

With slow strokes, Daenerys kept touching him until Jon removed his hand from between her legs and moved hers from himself.

“Daenerys.” Jon said and she didn’t let him say anything else, wanting him too much to speak, then, so she kissed him. He put a hand under her knee and threw her leg over his hips

Jon slid inside her slowly, thrusting a few times, eyes locked and there was nothing else in the world but Jon. At that moment she was just a woman and he was just a man.

He rolled them so she was on her back and he was on top of her, their lips locked together as Jon thrusted inside her a few times just to stop for a few seconds to look at her.

Looking into his eyes, Daenerys felt complete. She never felt that way before, never like that. Jon looked at her as if she was the most precious thing he had ever seen, he looked at her as if she was the very air he needed to breathe, as if she was the only person in his world.

He was trying to memorize her expression, she was sure of it because she wanted to do the same thing.

Daenerys was no blushing bride but at that moment, she was experiencing something unique, something that made her feel vulnerable. She fell in love with him without even noticing.

Kissing her again, Jon started to move faster and suddenly Daenerys couldn’t contain her moans anymore and let herself be taken by him.

Daenerys woke up slowly and oddly satisfied; she was warm under the heavy furs and she could feel a comforting weight on her back. She blinked slowly with the dim light and after a moment, she finally recognized her cabin at one of her ships. Glancing at the window, she could see it was still dark outside and she thought about going back to sleep once again but a slight movement from behind her caught her attention.

She couldn’t have stopped her heart from beating faster even if she wanted to when she saw Jon Snow lying next to her, his messy curls quite a sight having escaped from its tie during the night – her own hair had become loose, too. He was lying on his stomach, the furs covering just from the half of his back down, his face away from her but his arm was over her lower back as if to guarantee she was there.

He must’ve felt her gaze because he moved and then he was facing her, still asleep and she could appreciate his sleeping face. It should’ve been a crime to have a slightly swollen face with marks from the pillow and still look so handsome. Not that Daenerys could complain about it at all. She gently touched the lines on his face, mapping them.

Daenerys knew she wouldn’t get enough of him. His voice, his hands, his sweet touches, his mouth, his eyes. With how they met, she wouldn’t have thought they would end up as they were at the moment.

Jon had been good, but it was clear she had more experience than him and that knowledge made Daenerys' heart beat faster for some stupid possessive reason.

It wasn't perfect and it didn't mean it wasn't good; hells, no. Physically, it was very satisfying but it went much farther than that, it was a strong connection she never felt before and if she read

Jon had accidentally slipped from inside her two times, they took a few moments to find their rhythm but when they did, Daenerys couldn't breathe right. Jon made her feel like a silly young girl sleeping with a man for the first time

Jon Snow touched her as if she was the most precious thing in the world, not because she was a queen, but because there was another way he could think of touching her.

She had more experience, yes, but in that cabin, she was just as nervous as he was. Jon made her feel safe in a way she hadn’t felt in years, since she was Drogo’s Khaleesi and no one dared touch her.

With Daario, she knew he’d never hurt or harm her in any way, knew he would protect her if necessary. With Jon, though, she felt safe. She didn’t know how else to explain, she didn’t know how to express her feelings; in most people’s mind, being safe and being unharmed were the same, but not for Daenerys. Being in Jon’s arms made her feel loved; not only that: it made her acknowledge she fell in love, as reckless as it was.

Drogo had been a Khal through and through: strong, an amazing fighter but not much for diplomacy. Daario was a perfect fit to lead the Second Sons, a great fighter as well but more focused on his own life than other’s.

Jon Snow, however, was a King.

Daenerys only knew him for a few weeks but she could see why he was chosen to be rule the North; she herself grew to respect him and to value his counsel. Jon Snow put his own pride aside to kneel for her cause just to get her support during the Great War. Jon didn't care if the moment the Great War was over he was asked to step away from the Northern throne, he cared about saving his people. Not only his people, he was trying to save all of Westeros and without his warning and insistence – northerner stubbornness – on the subject, the whole continent would have suffered without notice and the dead would have won..

Now? Now they had men coming from almost every big town in Westeros to fight. Jon Snow had given them their only chance.

If they won the war, it would be because of him.

A few days before, she had told Tyrion how Jon was "too little for her" but she couldn't have been more wrong; Jon Snow, the King in the North, was the only man she knew who matched her.

Both had risen from different adversities in a journey that made them suffer, get hurt, lose people they loved. They were betrayed, thrown away like garbage and while some sneered at them, against all odds, against everything the gods had sent their way, they rose above it all.

A bastard and an exiled girl, now King and Queen.

“Staring is not polite, Your Grace.” Jon muttered without opening his eyes.

Daenerys smiled. “How do you know I was staring?”

Jon opened his eyes and his lips curled up a little. “Because that’s what I did when you fell asleep.”

Lying back on the bed, she watched as Jon turned so he could face her and pulled her closer and put an arm o around her while Daenerys had her hand on the side of his neck, her thumb caressing his cheek, his beard leaving a rough sensation on her finger.

“Why did you stare at me?” She asked in a whisper.

“To convince myself it was real.” Jon told her, his arm around her tightening, his hand between her shoulder blades, thumb caressing her skin with soft circles.

“Is that so?” Daenerys gave him a peck on the lips.

Jon hummed in agreement. “I didn’t know if I was going to go through with it so I was doubting it happened.”

“What made you do it, then?” She was curious.

“I was told I wouldn’t find much happiness while I’m here.” Jon explained. “I decided I would hold on to whatever happiness I could find.”

Daenerys breath got caught on her throat with his words. “Do I…?”

“Yes.” Jon said. “I know we started the wrong way, we only know each other for a few weeks but… I don’t know how to explain.”

“I don’t know how explain either.” She whispered. “I know what you are saying. I really do.”

Jon kissed her forehead and held her in silence for a few moments. “I should go back to my cabin.”

“Why?” Daenerys kissed the hollow of his throat. “It’s still early.”

“So people won’t see me sneaking out of the Queen’s cabin in the morning.” Jon said. “Many would talk about it and gossip would spread.”

“And what if they do?” Daenerys asked. “I am a Queen.”

“And I am still a bastard.” Jon pointed out.

She supported her upper body with her elbows to look at him. “You were chosen to be King and what other place there is for a King than next to a Queen, bastard or not?” Jon smiled and she smiled back, his smile was so beautiful and so rare she could count how many times he had seen it during their weeks together. “I am not ashamed of anything but if you think you should go to your cabin, you should.”

“I just want for this to be between us for a while.” He explained. “People will meddle and everything will be more complicated.”

“You mean Tyrion, Davos and Varys will meddle.” Daenerys said.

“Yes. It’s what they do.” Jon chuckled and got up from the bed while Daenerys sat, a sheet covering her naked torso and she watched as he put his clothes back on.

He truly was a handsome man, even the scars on his chest increased his beauty in a wild way. Daenerys couldn’t help but to think the next time they were together, she had to explore him better. It was one of the few things she was certain; they wouldn’t be able to keep far from each other, not when they knew how explosive it was, how right.

Once his clothes were back on – in a very sloppy manner, if she could say – Jon returned to the bed, sat, facing her and taking her hand on his.

“I wish I didn’t have to go.”

Daenerys smiled. “I wish that too.” She put a hand on his cheek. “Just because you have to go now, doesn’t mean you can’t come back later, though.”

Jon chuckled quietly. “I guess that is right.” He kissed her lips, sweetly and Daenerys’ heart fluttered inside her chest. “See you in the morning, Daenerys.”

She pulled him for another quick kiss – it wasn’t enough, it was never going to be enough – and she could see it the regret in his eyes the regret; he wanted to stay as much as she did, but for the moment, he had to go, no matter if they wanted to wrap themselves around each other and stay hidden from the rest of the world.

In the morning, things would become complicated again but not in their cabin, not in the place they shared their connection for the first time.

“See you in the morning, Jon Snow.” She whispered to herself when he was gone, already craving for him and wishing morning to come soon.

#jonerys #jonerys fanfiction #jonerys fic #Jon and Daenerys

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halfkryptn · 5 years

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* BREAKING APART IN POINTS : BENDIS EDITION !

Comics: Man of Steel (2018) and Superman (2018). Other materials mentioned may be Super Sons (2017) and Adventure of Super Sons (2018).

A few warnings, that: (1) Beware of spoilers, if you’re interested in reading any of the comics above. If not, yeah my dude, go crazy. (2) This might not make sense since I’m pretty sure I’m rambling and have no specific idea on what truly I am doing ever with my entire life. Hopefully, once the current issues end (which, at this point, idk if I’ll honestly be following), there’s a more thorough and proper grasp on how my interpretation might go from there written much better.

Until then, have my thoughts sized up in point forms based on the garbage — I mean, material — that I’ve been given. Enjoy.

I’m just gonna go straight to the point.

Summary:

In Superman (2018), we discover that Clark’s alone. And he’s fighting. And there’s a lot of thoughts he’s processing about his journey and moral dilemmas etc. We found out in the first page that Jon and Lois are on a space trip with Jor-El, Clark’s birth father.

That’s all explained back in Man of Steel (2018) which, as I’ve read, was, fortunately for Bender, wasn’t that far off from how Tomasi has written Jon. There’s that softness in him that’s still there, and humours that only ten-year-olds and very Jon Kent-like that he executed, so I’m at least applauding Bendis for sticking to the interpretation of Jon we all knew so well.

Positive:

In all of that lack of butchering on Jon’s character from Man of Steel (2018), I do appreciate Bendis properly further pick apart Jon’s insecurities, especially after the whole solar flare thing and the prophecy that alternate version of Tim Drake brought.

I also cannot help but to appreciate how thoroughly well Bendis wrote on the reactions from both Lois and Clark at Jon’s sudden outburst regarding his insecurity, as well. Clark, especially, gave Jon excellent advises.

Here are the dialogues:

Jon discussing the prophecy.

Jon: Then why do I grow up to kill million of people?! Lois: What? Clark: What is this? Jon, frantically: There is another reality, okay? And I have seen it! Where -- where I grew up to be Superman, okay?! And then —— oh yeah, I kill millions of people with my out-of-control solar flare power!! That happens!

Clark giving the advice.

Clark: We can’t worry about all the different realities and timelines. I told you, it’s all just —— you have to focus on what is in here. And what you put out there. You worry about you. Not the other you or the other other you. ...or the guy that looks like you but he has a big goatee so we know he’s really the evil you. Jon: That guy’s actually funny... Clark: Those boys are just other boys. Just like Damian is a different boy. And just like you can’t be responsible for everything Damian does, you can’t be responsible for all of those other boys do too. Be your own self, and you are doing it, buddy. Every day. We’re so proud of you.

Jon opening up about his insecurity.

Jon: They rejected me. Clark: Who? Jon: The Titans. Lois: The Titans of--? Jon: The Teen Titans. The— The Gold Standard of the Superhero Team Dynamics. Clark, whispering: Well, Justice League is really the Gold-- Jon: They said I wasn’t good enough! They said “Come back in a few years”! Clark: So? You will. Jon: But they rejected me because there’s something wrong with me!

So, yeah, Jon has never truly felt comfortable in his skin. Of course, there’s a lot to unpack from these dialogues and Jon’s journey so far as Superboy and what it all means, but we’re not going into details about that today. Point from these was: that it was in-character.

In fact, I was actually disappointed when this issue regarding Jon being rejected and the prophecy being told wasn’t previously addressed or addressed more, and when it was confronted out like these? It was actually refreshing to read.

Moving on, Jor-El offered to let Jon travel with him to find out who he is or whatever (I really couldn’t care less) and Lois decided that maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. So she went along, and both Jon and her promised they’d be back once the Summer ends.

Ok. This is an important detail: Jor-El and the Kents stroke a deal to return before school starts. We continue.

Negative.

It starts getting wonky from there. The series leap back to Superman (2018), present time I assume, and Clark’s having these flashbacks of his perfect family when they were with him. Oh, and did I mention? He lost the only communication device that he had to connect with Lois and Jon.

We’re revealed in a flashback on an incident where Jon was complaining about school. Okay, let’s stop it right here. No.

There’s been several canon materials all throughout the Super Sons issues on how Jon likes school. Maybe, yeah, he’s not fond of the schoolwork. Typical. But he’s participated in school activities, he was engaging with his teachers, he was sociable to the point of being generally likeable all around that he was invited to a pool party.

Moving forward, Clark’s in this adventure of going through obstacles to save Earth while longing for his family, when, while deep in his thoughts about finding his father, he was approached by his son. Yup, Jon Kent.

But not any Jon Kent: an older version of him. His shoulders are broad, his face lost its baby fat, and he grew in into his much larger and sculpted form as he hovers and tells his Dad not to worry.

It has also been pointed out in leaked covers that Jon may be portrayed as sinister and... a killer.

Continuity Error.

Now not only we have small details that work against one another regarding Jon’s personality ( *refer to my argument on how Jon likes school above ) , I’m also caught confused by this interstellar bullshit they’re trying to pull and, understandably, could relate to many angry fans.

It doesn’t make sense and it isn’t fair. Admittedly, the flow of the story was still salvageable and Jon’s willingness to be separated from his father to properly get a hold of who he is, isn’t, yet, something to haul my pitchforks up for. Jon had even voiced out his concern about being brought back before school starts, and now we blasted by this appearance of him skipping about, oh, six to seven years of his life?

Not only that, we were robbed of Jon’s lovely growth and characterisation that Tomasi has carefully built.

Think about it: wouldn’t Jon have demanded to return? Not only he had schools, obligations he knew he can’t afford to miss as Superboy and Jon Kent, but he’s a person who loves the people he knew and he was whole-heartedly devoted to Earth, which he had called his home a few times throughout his featured appearances because, guess what, Earth is the only fucking home he knows.

And he made a promise to come home to his father. He made a promise to stand by Damian’s side, which, I think, at this point in his life, was a vow he’s taken to heart (since the vow involved his dad doubting Damian which, I think, he won’t stand for). He has family and friends that he adores like Kara, Kathy, Maya, Georgia etc. He wouldn’t abandon the people he cares for just like that. And even if he was somehow heavily influenced by Jor-El, wouldn’t Lois be raising her voice once the she figured out the communicator wasn’t working?

Let’s not even get into the fact that, with Adventures of Super Sons (2018) existing simultaneously with this issue, both of these stories clashes with each canon materials.

In Bendis’ interpretation, Jon went on and grew up in out-of-space directly after the events of the solar-flare and the rejection during Summer. Meanwhile Tomasi continues to write Jon having multiple adventures with Damian in the exact same season. You guessed it: Summer. The season Jon supposedly isn’t on Earth at all.

Then again, of course, one can argue that maybe this isn’t the same summer when they’ve hinted Jon outgrowing his Superboy clothes. But consider: Why would Jon still be hung up on the same worry from when he was a ten-year-old, if this had happened when he was eleven? Or Twelve? If he’d been older, I bet this is a worry he would’ve blurted out sooner than to let it simmer till he’s eleven or twelve.

Tomasi also hinted that the adventures didn’t stop between the son of Batman and son of Superman, and that Jon and Damian actually grows up together.

So, yeah. Continuity error. Clashes of plot. Whatever you call it, it’s here.

In Conclusion.

There’s still so many issues of the current series that I, admittedly, haven’t gone through since it’s yet to be published. So, I don’t know. Maybe Bendis will shock me into accepting his canon, or maybe I’ll continue to live in a make-believe world where Jon was never abducted by his grandfather and, instead, works his issues out with the people who’re already there.

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Top 10 favorite movies

1. Whiplash

2014

A promising young drummer enrolls at a cut-throat music conservatory where his dreams of greatness are mentored by an instructor who will stop at nothing to realize a student's potential.

Dir. and Writ. by Damien Chapelle

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I believe Whiplash is one of the most well done films of all time. Whiplash has very simple and straightforward plot, however it’s very well paced and entertaining. I absolutely loved the message of the movie, and I believe it does an excellent job illustrating both sides of the argument. Even though the characters aren’t necessarily likable, their motivations where so powerful that we couldn’t help but relate. JK Simons provides a stellar and memorable performance as the film’s antagonist. Lastly, the music was absolutely phenomenal.

2. Toy Story 3

2010

The toys are mistakenly delivered to a day-care center instead of the attic right before Andy leaves for college, and it's up to Woody to convince the other toys that they weren't abandoned and to return home.

Dir. by Lee Unkrich

Writ. by Michael Arndt

I’m always a sucker for Pixar films. I think Toy Story 3 might be my most favorite of their films. I believe Toy Story 3 did an excellent job wrapping up the trilogy. Pixar has always been the champion of doing emotional scenes, and honestly, the last scene of the movie is so emotional and memorable that it earned the spot of one of my favorite animated movies of all time.

3. Interstellar

2014

A team of explorers travel through a wormhole in space in an attempt to ensure humanity's survival.

Dir. by Christopher Nolan

Writ. by Jonathan and Christopher Nolan

Interstellar is a movie that changed me and my outlook of human existence. Interstellar is a very complex movie with so much substance and messages. A movie with so much content is, without a doubt, going to have it’s flaws. However I believe what it does right, it really gets right. The plot is very captivating. The characters are likable. It has a very profound message. The performances are amazing, The music is emotional. Overall, an excellent film.

4. 12 Angry Men

1957

A jury holdout attempts to prevent a miscarriage of justice by forcing his colleagues to reconsider the evidence.

Dir. by Sidney Lumet

Writ. by Reginald Rose

I loved the suspense in this movie. One thing I applaud this movie for the most is the fact that the entire movie basically took place in one entire room, yet the suspense was so powerful that it kept our attention the entire time. The movie is essentially just one long argument, but it creates great character development. It’s overall just a really solid movie.

5. Rope

1948

Two young men strangle their "inferior" classmate, hide his body in their apartment, and invite his friends and family to a dinner party as a means to challenge the "perfection" of their crime.

Dir. by Alfred Hitchcock

Writ. by Arthur Laurents

Speaking of suspense, I believe Alfred Hitchcock is still the master at it. It was hard to pick which Hitchcock film was my favorite, but Rope really stands out to me. I loved the cinematography of the film. The long shots make it seem like film is more natural. I believe it humanizes the film, since we are witnessing everything in real time. Also I absolutely love the suspense in this movie. The plot carries you through the entire film with you on the edge of your seat. I believe it’s a great film that demonstrates Hitchcock’s talents.

6. Wall-E

2008

In the distant future, a small waste-collecting robot inadvertently embarks on a space journey that will ultimately decide the fate of mankind.

Dir. by Andrew Stanton

Writ. by Andrew Stanton and Jim Reardon

Wall-E is definitely, in my opinion, one of Pixar’s better films. This film is Pixar at it’s best. The characters are extremely likable and are easily memorable. The plot is very solid. It has a good heart and a great message. It also does most of the storytelling visually, which I love. The exposition is kept to a minimum and it helps us relate to the emotions of the robots.

7. 10 Cloverfield Lane

2016

After getting in a car accident, a woman is held in a shelter with two men, who claim the outside world is affected by a widespread chemical attack.

Dir. by Dan Trachtenberg

Writ. by Josh Campbell, Matthew Stuecken, and Damien Chazelle

This film is also a a great suspense film. Much like 12 Angry men and rope, the whole film basically takes place in one room. Yet the plot is so suspenseful and the situations and characters get very intense. I also love the slight bit of mystery to the film. This is definitely a film that you leave thinking about it for the next couple of days.

8. Inside Out

2015

After young Riley is uprooted from her Midwest life and moved to San Francisco, her emotions - Joy, Fear, Anger, Disgust and Sadness - conflict on how best to navigate a new city, house, and school.

Dir. by Pete Doctor

Writ. by Pete Docter, Meg LeFauve, and Josh Cooley

Like previously mentioned, I absolutely love the way Pixar does emotion. It’s their emotional scenes that are the bread and butter of Pixar films. Inside Out is a film all about emotion. This film does a great job explaining why our emotions are all important and that its important to embrace them, even the negative ones. The message of the film is that it’s ok to be sad sometimes. Being sad is what makes us human. I think that is an important lesson for children and adults alike.

9. Iron Giant

1999

A young boy befriends a giant robot from outer space that a paranoid government agent wants to destroy.

Dir. by Brad Bird

Writ. by Tim McCanlies

Honestly, I just love the animation in this movie. I love 2D animation, especially when its done very well. Not only is the animation pretty spectacular, but the story is also heartwarming. This is an overall pleasant film to watch that leaves the viewer in a good mood!

10. The Simpsons Movie

2007

After Homer accidentally pollutes the town's water supply, Springfield is encased in a gigantic dome by the EPA and the Simpson family are declared fugitives.

Dir. by David Silverman

Writ. by James L. Brooks, Matt Groening, Al Jean, Ian Maxtone-Graham, George Meyer, David Mirkin, Mike Reiss, Mike Scully, Matt Selman, John Swartzwelder, and Jon Vitti

Growing up, I’ve always loved The Simpsons. The earlier episodes are definitely my favorite. I think this movie is an excellent incarnation of the TV show. It has everything any simpsons fan could want. The characters are great. The jokes are funny. The story is captivating and solid. It also has heart. This movie reminds us what made The Simpsons so iconic in the first place!

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