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lostmymind-0 · 2 months

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Sugary sweet pt. 2 | LN4 x Piastri! Reader

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Lando and Olivia had been a couple for almost two months before the fans found out about it. Once they did, did they destroy twitter with edits of them. Calling them the cutes couple. While Olivia was not too happy to be in the spotlight that the relationship with Lando brought with it, was Lando over the moon to be able to show his girlfriend to the world and brag about how smart and pretty she was. Oscar just teased his twin about the spotlight and her new WAG status.

It was his home race when they walked into the paddock hand in hand. Lando was beaming with pride while Olivia was trying not to look at all those fand waiting to see Lando. “Everything is going to be fine, love. Just breathe.”, he told her with a kiss to the forehead. After fifteen minutes of Lando sighning stuff and taking Selfies were they finally able to walk to the hospitality. There they met Oscar who again teased his twin for being in the Spotlight. “Seems like you stole Lando’s fand.”, he said and Olivia just hit his arm.

Once the boys had to leave for media duties could Olivia leave to go to the engineers. She was more comfortable there. Being surrounded by data and statistics was were she was in her element. It was also where she talked the most, aside when she was with her family or close friends. Zack walked up to check in on the young girl when he saw her carefully listening to Oscar’s engineer. “Where do you think could the car improve?”, the engineer asked the girl. It was a tricky question, as they expected a precise answer and not only the basics, as she was coming close to her graduation. But with an unknown confidence, at least to Zack, did the girl answer. Even going into detail behind her statement. To say that everyone was more than happy with her work was an understatement. Not only was everyone impressed by how well thought through her statements were but also how quickly she picked up different part of the work. “Good job, how about you sit with me during the race?”, Oscar’s engineer offered and the girl gladly accepted. It was not often that interns were allowed to be at the pitlane.

Right before the race did Lando searched his girlfriend down. A worried look on his face. Jon was following the boy with a small smile on his face. This was a side of Lando he had not seen before. Sure Lando was caring and loving toward his family but this was a new level. Lando finally found Olivia standing with Oscar and his engineer. “There you are! I was looking for you!”, Lando exclaimed, making the girl worry about why he had been this eager to find her right before he had to be in the car. “Is everything okay, Lan?”, she quietly asked, as all eyes were now on them. “You are getting low. I came to make sure you are eating something before it gets too low.”, Lando explained and handed her the snack he had stolen from the hospitality. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she checked her levels on her own again and found that he was indeed right. With a small thank you did she took the snack out of his hand. “How did you knew that?”, Oscar asked his teammate with a teasing smirk. “I have her blood sugar levels synchronised to my phone.”, Lando said like it was obvious. He wanted to be able to take care of her and prevent her from dropping way too low again. “You do?”, Olivia asked him surprised. “Of course. I know how you get distracted and forget to check them.”, Lando explained, pulling her close to him, kissing her head. “As cute as this is, you need to get ready, Lando.”, Jon told him. Kissing the girl one more time Lando left to get ready.

“You got Lando wrapped around your finger pretty well.”, Oscar teased while getting ready. “I had no idea he had my blood sugar on his phone. I don’t even know how or when he did it.”, Olivia told her brother, still blushing. “I like that he takes care of you. Gives me more free time.”, “Shut up and don’t crash.”, Olivia said before taking seat in the pit lane. Her nerves were a bit high as she sat down, feeling like she was not supposed to be there. But as soon as the race started did those thoughts disappear and her focus was on the race and how the car was holding up. She learned a lot, watching from the pitlane as everyone included her in the decisions, explaining them to her. It made her feel like a part of the team. The race ended with her twin in P5 while Lando got his first home podium. “You should go and see Lando when he gets out of the car.”, Zack said and walked her to the barriers with him. Somehow did she end up right next to Lando’s family, that she was going to meet after the race. “Oh it's you. Lando talks a lot about you. It is so nice to finally meet you.”, Adam, Lando’s dad, said with a wide smile and pulled the shy girl into a tight hug. “It is also nice to meet you.”, she said. They did a bit of small talk before Lando pulled up next to the other two on the podium. Once he got out of the car was everyone cheering for him. Running toward them Lando was firstly hugged by the team before making his way to his family and girlfriend. Reaching over the barrier to hug her he carefully buried his head in her neck, careful not to hit her with his helmet. “I am so proud of you, Lan.”, she said, just loud enough for him to hear her over all the noise. Once she had kissed his helmet did Lando hug his family, who was watching them with a smile.

On the podium did Lando look down at her with the wide smile she fell in love with. She loved watching him full of joy as he stood on the podium of his home race, something that has always been extremely important to him. She was just happy to be there to witness this. While Lando was doing his media duties did Olivia took one last look at the data and statistics to kill the waiting time. Suddenly the smell of champagne and sweat hit her as arms wrapped around her waist. Lando was back. “There you are, love.”, he whispered, kissing her neck. With a small smile on her face did she turn around to look at him. “I am proud of you, Lan. You did an amazing job.”, she told him, making him beam in pride. “My family wants to get dinner together as soon as we are out of here. So how about I take a quick shower and then do a few pictures with the team and then we can go? Do you have clothes to change here or do you want to go to the hotel before we meet with my family?”, Lando offered as he knew that she would not want to sit in a restaurant in McLaren clothes. “I’ll go to the hotel with Osc.”, she said and Lando promised to pick her up as soon as he was finished.

Olivia’s nerves were quite tense as they walked into the restaurants. She could feel herself get a shaky and her hands getting sweaty. The anxiety was raising up inside of her. Lando squeezed her hand as he noticed how tense she was. “They are going to love you. Don’t worry, love.”, he promised her and she tried to calm herself down. Once they had made they way through the Restaurant did they found his family sitting in a corner chatting already. “Lando, there you are!”, his mother exclaimed and went to hug her son and introduce herself to the young girl. “I am so happy that my son has found you. He told me so much about you.”, she told Olivia, who blushes like crazy. Sitting out they did some more small talk before a waited came to take their order. Just as the waited left did something start to beep quite loudly. Wanting to sink into the floor Olivia pulled out her phone. “I am sorry.”, she apologized and looked on the screen. 65 mg/dL dropping down, it read. Looking at her phone as well, Lando cursed at her under his breath. Before she had the chance to react did he call a waited, asking for a orange Juice as quick as possible. “What’s going on?”, Adam asked, confused and worries by his sons actions. “My blood sugar is a bit low.”, Olivia told them, feeling a little ashamed to admit it. It was nothing she liked people to know about and it was not the impression she wanted to make. “Oh, is there anything you need?”, Ciska asked, worried for the young girl. “It should be fine with the Juice but thank you.”.

It did get back to normal after the food came and she had the Juice but she was still feeling a little had about making everyone worry. So once they were back in Lando’s car was she apologizing to him. “Love, stop this. It is not your fault. No one is even slightly mad at you. My parents love and already care a lot for you. That’s why they were worrying about you. Your diabetes is nothing to be ashamed about.”, Lando promised her and pulled her in for a kiss at a red light.

#formula 1 fic #f1 fanfiction #f1 imagine #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando norris x reader #ln4 fic #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #lando x reader #f1 x own character #f1 fiction #f1 #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

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glow-worms-are-believers · 1 year

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In the name of love (and gossip) dc x dp

The day had been going normally. Tim had been having breakfast with Cass when Bruce walked in bleary-eyed with a grunt in greeting as he went for the coffee machine. He and Damian has stayed out later than usual yesterday night, as a concession for the fact they couldn't patrol due to tonight's charity gala. Damian was currently staying with Jon, and would be sleeping at the Kent's for a sleepover night.

"Mr. Fenton will be in attendance for tonight's gala," Alfred said as he walked into the kitchen.

Bruce look up so quick, Tim swore he heard his neck crack. "Danny's coming?"

"Indeed, Master Bruce."

"Cat Grant is still on the guest list?"

"Yes, sir," Alfred answered dutifully.

"Perfect," Bruce said as he let a smile stretch across his face before he stood up. "I have some errands to run, I'll see you tonight," he said as he swept outside of the room.

Tim frowned at the strange behaviour before he turned towards Cass who just shrugged and went back to her breakfast.

"Who's Danny?" Tim asked Alfred as he stood up to get himself another cup of coffee.

"Mr. Fenton and Master Bruce were quite close when they were younger. The media went so far as to call them childhood sweethearts," Alfred started as he swapped out the espresso pod Tim had gotten out of the pantry for a decaf one, which had the teen pouting. "When Master Bruce disappeared for his 'backpacking trip through Europe', Mr. Fenton became distressed and made quite a fuss, going so far as offering a reward for information. Eventually, Mr. Fenton acquired a daughter and mostly retired from the public eye." Alfred paused before letting the corner of his lip curl up ever so slightly. "Still, when Master Bruce returned, there was apparently a very explosive and very public confrontation between the two of them. I am told it involved a good amount of tears and shouting."

"Tears?" Tim asked incredulously. Were they talking about the same emotionally-repressed man?

"Just so," Alfred answered with a nod. "They met up a few times since, but it has been a long time since Mr. Fenton was in town. I imagine tonight's gala will be very interesting."

This was disappointingly boring, Tim thought to himself as he sat by the drinks table. Everything had gone as usual, with schmoozing left and right while Bruce charmed the pants off the Gotham elite. Tim sighed. He didn't even have Dick to joke with, since he was on a mission off-planet. Just as he was considering calling Steph to allay his mounting boredom, a hush fell onto the ballroom. All heads turned towards the entrance, where Tim could see a man looking to be in his early-to-mid-thirties walking in with a young woman who bore him a striking resemblance. Both of them were quite attractive and looking very dapper in their obviously high-quality clothes but that didn't justify the crowd's reaction.

In the ensuing silence their arrival had caused, Bruce's greeting of "Danny," seemed very loud. The answering, "Bruce," was just as loud and the two exchanged a charged look and a nod before they both turned away from one another in concert.

Sound gradually came back to its previous level, but now Tim was intrigued. He grabbed a few hors-d'oeuvres and shoved them on a plate as he swerved between guests until he could get up to the balconies, for a better vantage point.

This was the batkids' favourite hideouts during galas, as it was great for making fun of some particularly snobbish guests. Tonight, it would serve for spying on the mysterious Danny.

As the night progressed, Tim noticed both Danny and Bruce giving each other longing looks when the other wasn't looking. On one occasion, Bruce even left a sentence unfinished as he caught sight of Danny, before he shook himself out of it and apologized. His conversation partners just looked at each other with gazes charged with meaning as they brushed off the apology.

At some point, Tim noticed Danny excusing himself from the conversation before he walked out of the ballroom. A moment later, Bruce did the same and followed him out. Tim polished off the last of the appetizer before getting himself back down.

He walked out cautiously, looking around for the two men when he heard voices coming from one of the smaller adjacent hallways. As he crept closer, he chanced a look around the corner to see Bruce and Danny talking to each other. He walked in closer to get a better view, only to quickly duck out of view when Bruce looked in his direction.

As Tim walked back further into the hidden nook, he had to stop himself from shrieking when he came into contact with a body.

"Yo," whispered who Tim now recognized as Ellie, Danny's daughter holding a cup of the punch and looking very relaxed.

"Hi?" Tim whispered back still trying to calm down his beating heart. "What are you doing her-"

"Shhh," she interrupted him, as she looked towards the two men. "They're getting to the good part."

Tim followed her lead and turned his attention back towards the two men.

"... I just wonder sometimes, what could've been," Danny looked into the distance wistfully, before he turned back towards Bruce, longing in his eyes.

"It's not too late," Bruce said passionately as he took the other man's hands. "We can still try again."

"No, Bruce." Danny took his hands away reluctantly, as if the very action was painful. "We're no longer the people we used to be." Then, he smiled, aching and fragile before continuing. "We have different lives now, there's no use clinging to the past."

"Danny please," said Bruce as he raised his hand to cup the other man's cheek tenderly. With a wretched sigh, Danny's resistance seemed to break as he let himself nuzzle into the larger man's palm, looking as if he couldn't help himself from seeking its warmth.

"Well, I'm up," Ellie breathed out before downing her cup. "Wish me luck!" she said as she walked off before Tim could get a chance to hold her back.

"Dad!" she called out loudly, as if completely oblivious to the atmosphere.

Danny tore himself away from Bruce's grasp guiltily as he turned towards his rapidly approaching daughter.

"Ellie," Danny said as he visibly collected himself. "What are you doing here?"

"The party was boring so I went to find you." She pouted. Then, as if just noticing the man, she exclaimed, "Mr. Wayne! We didn't have the chance to talk earlier, it's been so long!"

"Hello, Ellie," Bruce answered back warmly, despite looking still a little raw around the edges. "You've grown a lot since I last saw you."

"Well, I sure hope so," Ellie said jokingly. "It's been what, five years?"

"Yes, it has," Bruce answered, but he was looking at Danny who was doing his best to avoid Bruce's pleading gaze.

"If you're tired of the party already, why don't we go home early?" Danny suggested studiously avoiding the other man's eye.

"Really? We can go?" Ellie asked hopefully.

"Yes, sweetie," Danny said as he ruffled his daughter's head playfully.

"Dad! My hair!" she whined, as she patted it back in place. "Alright, give me a minute to get my bag, then we can go."

With that she started turning away before she stopped herself and turned back towards Bruce. "You should come visit us sometime, Mr. Wayne! Dad wouldn't say it but he misses you." With that, she turned with a twirl of fabric and started walking towards the ballroom. Danny ran a hand through his hair as he sighed.

"You missed me?" Bruce asked, one part teasing and one part hopeful.

"You know I have," Danny looked up at the taller man, sounding defeated yet fond.

"I missed you too," Bruce breathed out as he brought his face closer and closer, until their lips were almost brushing-

"Mr. Wayne!" A voice came from the ballroom.

The spell broke and once again, the two men separated.

"I have to go," Danny mumbled as he took the chance to extirpate himself and start back in the same direction his daughter had gone.

"Danny, wait!" Bruce got out. "Could I really come visit you?" he stuttered out breathlessly.

Danny stopped, but didn't turn around as he answered in a voice clearly rough with emotions. "You'll always be welcome, Bruce. You know that." And then, he walked away.

Bruce kept his eyes glued onto Danny's departing back, until the other man's figure was swallowed in the crowd and disappeared. The sigh he let out was full of melancholy, but when he looked up again, his gaze was determinate. A beat later, he followed Danny into the ballroom.

Tim stayed where he was for a moment, just contemplating everything, before he started to move, but before he could come out of hiding, there was a movement in front of him. Freezing in place, he looked on as Cat Grant came out of what seemed to be her very own hiding spot. She looked around for any witness before she too snuck back towards the ballroom. Tim let his head hit the wall behind him.

What the hell had just happened.

#same Tim same #AU where Vlad got a redemption arc and made Danny the heir of DALVco and Danny and Bruce hit it off at some high-society event as teens #this is supposed to be crack of the two conning the media #but the star-crossed thing is also doing something for me #so I guess take it as you want?#dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #danielle phantom #dani phantom #cat grant #bruce wayne x danny fenton #seriously what the hell did I just write #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

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nightswatchdisbandmentera · 7 months

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I'm thinking about how "cripples and bastards and broken things" isn't just about compassion shared between those who have been systematically othered. Because at its core, it's driven by love. Brotherly love. It starts with Jon who loved his brother Bran so purely and unconditionally that upon receiving news of his survival, was wholly preoccupied with Bran's mere living.

“Crippled,” Mormont said. “I’m sorry, boy. Read the rest of the letter.” He looked at the words, but they didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Bran was going to live. “My brother is going to live,” he told Mormont. The Lord Commander shook his head, gathered up a fistful of corn, and whistled. The raven flew to his shoulder, crying, “Live! Live!” Jon ran down the stairs, a smile on his face and Robb’s letter in his hand. “My brother is going to live,” he told the guards. They exchanged a look. He ran back to the common hall, where he found Tyrion Lannister just finishing his meal. He grabbed the little man under the arms, hoisted him up in the air, and spun him around in a circle. “Bran is going to live!” he whooped. Lannister looked startled. Jon put him down and thrust the paper into his hands. “Here, read it,” he said.

(Jon III, AGOT)

In fact it's his unbridled joy that helps Jon make peace with the rest of the NW recruits, something he had been struggling with for an entire chapter.

And it's this love that leads him to entreat Tyrion and ask for his help later on. He can give Rickon material possessions and pass on boasting words to Robb, but he's quite at a loss as to how he can help Bran. He only recognizes, and empathizes, that Bran does indeed need some sort of help. But it's here that he realized that though material possessions won't do much for his brother, his love can go a long way. He can't give Bran all the things in his chamber as he did for Rickon, but he can give him love.

“Rickon can’t read yet. Bran …” He stopped suddenly. “I don’t know what message to send to Bran. Help him, Tyrion.” “What help could I give him? I am no maester, to ease his pain. I have no spells to give him back his legs.” “You gave me help when I needed it,” Jon Snow said. “I gave you nothing,” Tyrion said. “Words.” “Then give your words to Bran too.”

And Tyrion recognizes this

“You’re asking a lame man to teach a cripple how to dance,” Tyrion said. “However sincere the lesson, the result is likely to be grotesque. Still, I know what it is to love a brother, Lord Snow. I will give Bran whatever small help is in my power.”

(Tyrion III, AGOT)

Though Tyrion is skeptical, Jon's love for Bran does push him to act. And he no doubt relates as he too has a brother whom he loves dearly. So when he finally presents himself before Winterfell's court and is met with hostility, he uses this love to make his case.

“Will I truly be able to ride?” Bran asked. He wanted to believe them, but he was afraid. Perhaps it was just another lie. The crow had promised him that he could fly. “You will,” the dwarf told him. “And I swear to you, boy, on horseback you will be as tall as any of them.” Robb Stark seemed puzzled. “Is this some trap, Lannister? What’s Bran to you? Why should you want to help him?” “Your brother Jon asked it of me. And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.” Tyrion Lannister placed a hand over his heart and grinned.

(Bran IV, AGOT)

We've seen Tyrion use japes to bring himself out of awkward situations. Yet when his intentions are questioned here, he chooses instead to use the truth to advocate for himself. In this tense moment, Tyrion uses a brother's love (Jon's and his own) as his shield.

#asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jon snow #bran stark #tyrion lannister #my stuff

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wolfjackle-creates · 2 months

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ok, I HAVE to ask for another snippet of the Bad reveal again now!

I really need to finish this one so I can finally just post it all!

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Dick pulled out his phone and opened the group chat. A quick text ensured everyone who was around would make their way to the cave. “I’ve told everyone to meet us in the cave. We’ll swing by the kitchen to get some plates and cutlery for the pie. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Clark ruffled his hair. “You know me, I’m too midwestern to show up anywhere unannounced without food.”

Dick gave a half smile, unable to muster up anything warmer.

Clark tried to keep up a stream of small talk as they swung by the kitchens to gather the plates. But Dick just couldn’t keep up with it. His mind was just too far away, on a young boy with blue eyes who loved hugs and had fit into the family so smoothly.

When they got to the cave, Tim didn’t even look up at the sound of the elevator doors opening. Dick followed his lead and ignored him, instead going straight to Bruce.

“You’ve got a visitor, B!”

Bruce only grunted and didn’t look up from his laptop.

Clark hid a smile. “I’m sure Alfred raised you better than that, Bruce.”

“Indeed I did,” declared Alfred with a sniff from where he was making notes in Bruce’s medical chart.

Bruce’s head whipped up at the sound of Clark’s voice and Dick bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Clark? What are you doing here?”

“Been worried about you and the kids, so I made some pie and decided to come on over. Kon and Jon are both waiting for updates as well.”

Apparently the appearance of Clark and Kon’s name was enough to finally drag Tim from the batcomputer for the first time in days. “Is Kon okay?”

Clark gave him a fond smile. “He’s fine, lad. It’s you—all of you—we’re worried about.”

Bruce looked away. “It’s Danny.”

Clark nodded and sat on the foot of the bed. “Dick’s told me a little. Let’s wait for the others to join us and you can all tell me everything.”

#dpxdc #bad reveal au 1000 #wolf writes

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jackoshadows · 5 months

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There's a reason ADwD is seen as the Jonrya bible and, if anything, looking at the changes from original drafts of AFfC/ADwD it almost feels like GRRM doubled down on the Jon/Arya relationship in the published book.

The leaked drafts have given us a glimpse into how some of the stories for characters have changed from early versions.

Notably, Davos was always involved in the retrieval of a Stark. While it was Arya in the early drafts, in the book it is Rickon Stark. I had written earlier on how Rickon was always meant to be with House Manderly and with Davos' story changing that meant Rickon's story also changed.

The Arya/Ramsay wedding also takes place at Barrowton. While it would have been super fun to see Theon and Davos from each other's POV, I like the changed version with the wedding at Winterfell and reading that entire story from Theon's POV is some of the best writing in ADwD. And with Davos and Theon's story changing, the North plot has clearly evolved from what it was originally.

Which brings me to these farcical Jonsa theories which are always based off of the Jon/Arya relationship - from Jon's thoughts of Arya being subconsciously about Sansa to Jon is actually referring to Sansa when he talks of Arya to Jon is pretending to admire and love girls like Arya when he is really attracted to girls like Sansa etc.

One of the most egregious of these theories is when they use the OG leaked outline to argue that GRRM replaced one Stark sister with the other (since apparently these two very different characters are so interchangeable!) because he was supposedly so 'charmed' by the character of Sansa.

Contrary to this nonsense theory, what the draft changes actually tells me is that not only has GRRM not given OG outline's Arya to Sansa - which most sensible readers have already known - but he has in fact changed the story to strengthen the Jon/Arya bond in ADwD!

Jonsas keep pointing to the Sansa/Tyrion marriage for their theory that GRRM replaced Arya with Sansa in the OG outline. Except, if GRRM was interested in building up any kind of love triangle between Tyrion/Sansa/Jon then ADwD would be where he would have written Jon Snow show some emotion after being made aware of the marriage.

What we did end up getting, however, is Jon's utter anger and desperation on hearing about Arya's marriage contrasted with the utter nonchalance and indifference towards the Sansa/Tyrion marriage. Forget heavy emotion and passionate anger, GRRM couldn't even be bothered to write a few lines where Jon Snow shows some slight brotherly concern for a sister forcefully married off and her current whereabouts.

We got nothing, nada, zilch. Even Brienne, who has never even met Sansa, has showed more concern and worry for Sansa than Jon Snow has done. There's no outrage or emotion when Stannis tells him that Sansa will never get Winterfell on account of this marriage and instead Jon even suggests Mors Crowfood as a possible alternate as Lord of Winterfell.

Given all the changes in these early 2003/2004 drafts for AFfC/ADwD/TWoW and given ADwD was finished in 2011, if GRRM had indeed decided to switch Jonrya with Jonsa, surely we would have seen the hints and the difference in Jon's thoughts wrt Sansa? We get none of that. Indeed, Sansa is a complete non factor in Jon Snow's story, his arc from the start to the end of ADwD, his theme of Love Vs Duty and the human heart in conflict with itself.

There's also been some speculation that, in the early draft, Jon Snow actually does end up leaving for Hardhome and this is where the assassination/mutiny happens.

Several other clues in these early drafts point to this conclusion. For ex. Melisandre's visions point to Jon Snow being stabbed to death - 'daggers in the dark' - while on a ranging.

It feels like the original assassination happens because of Jon's helping the Freefolk and the fear of him being a warg - there are references to Jon being referred to as a beastling by Slynt.

So it looks like in the early drafts Jon Snow leads a mission to Hardhome and that's where his story ends with assassination and death.

Also interesting in the bits that were cut out is Ghost sensing Summer beyond the Wall and wanting to go North. In the published book, Ghost cannot sense Summer anymore because of the Wall.

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On the other side the wind was colder still, the wolf sensed. That was where his brother had gone, the grey brother who smelled of summer. With the cliff between them, he could not sense his brother, but sometimes when he padded down the long cold burrow under the ice and poked his nose through the hard black bars, he could feel him. The snow was falling where his brother was, covering all the woods in white. And there were hunters near, living men and dead men, and the ones who wore the shapes of men but smelled only of cold.

And another deleted paragraph when Edd wakes up Jon.

He glanced to the foot of the bed. The rug where Ghost slept was empty. The big white direwolf came and went as he would, often for days at a time. He is looking for some way through the wall, he thought, uneasily, and somehow he knows that Grey Wind is gone, and Robb as well.

Three things stand out in the early draft.

Ghost can sense Summer beyond the Wall through areas where the Wall seems broken.

Ghost wants to go North beyond the Wall

Ghost can sense Bran being hunted by the dead

If Jon had been killed in Hardhome then I think Jon warged into Ghost would have gone towards Bran and saves Summer/Bran from the dead hunters hunting them in a reversal of when Summer saved Jon. We also would have possibly got an exploration of the Lands of Always Winter through Ghost!Jon's POV. [No idea how Jon gets resurrected in this version though. Maybe Bran is involved and they return to Hardhome and Jon's body? Maybe they all return to the Wall together...]

However, I think the changes in the published book means we are not getting all this. Jon never ends up going to Hardhome in ADwD. Why? The Pink Letter.

In the published book, it's the King Beyond the Wall - not Davos - who goes disguised as Abel the Bard (A play on Bael the Bard regarding whom Mance and Jon have a conversation) with a mission to steal a Stark girl out of Winterfell for Jon Snow. This leads to a set of circumstances where Theon escapes with Jeyne Poole, which in turn leads to the Pink Letter.

The Letter accuses Jon Snow of 'stealing' Ramsay's Bride. In Freefolk culture, one has to steal one's future bride or lover. Ygritte informs Jon that he has stolen her and Ser Patrek ends up dying - killed by Wun Weg Wun Dar Wun - when he tries to 'steal' Val.

Additionally, in ADwD, the straw that breaks the camel's back for the assassins is not Jon Snow helping the Freefolk or being a warg, but his breaking of sworn oaths, him choosing love over duty, Arya over the Night's Watch.

It feels to me that, far from moving away from the Jon/Arya relationship in the OG outline, GRRM has infact changed early drafts to focus back on the Jon/Arya bond in ADwD, changing Jon's story at the Wall to heavily include Arya. From Abel the Bard to 'I want my Bride back, I want my Bride back, I want my Bride back' to 'We had best change the plans' the published book now sets up a Jon Vs Ramsay conflict over Arya Stark, pivoting Jon's story towards the south and Arya rather than towards the North and Bran.

It is still possible that we get Ghost!Jon leaving for beyond the Wall and exploring the Lands of Always Winter etc. However I no longer think this is happening given time constraints. With two books left and so much story still pending there is just not enough time for Ghost!Jon to do all that and get resurrected and then participate in what's happening in Winterfell. Bran will have to deal with that part of the story by himself.

So, coming back to my point. I do think it's hilarious how Jonsa shippers keep insisting that GRRM just suddenly decided that Sansa will get all of Arya's OG plots, relationships and narrative importance, and replace Jonrya with Jonsa. When, looking at his early AFfC/ADwD/TWoW drafts, it feels more like he actually changed the story to have Jon's assassination revolve around his presumed 'stealing' of Arya and oathbreaking to go save her.

#Jon Snow #Arya Stark #GRRM #Jonrya #Jonarya #AFfC #ADwD #jon x arya

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sadlybeans · 1 year

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Jonathan Kent headcanons✨

to be fair some of these are for all kryptonians but i wanted to talk about him exclusively because i love him

He has a lot of behaviours/habits that do look weird, which is strange on itself because he’s been raised as a human and his dad was raised as a human, it just seems to come naturally.

Despite not acting completely human, he can read social cues and facial expressions really well even without his super senses.

The glasses: why are they a good disguise? My personal opinion is that kryptonian eyes look completely alien and unique. Not only do they have a colour that’s too intense to be real, their pupils are not black- they’re a lighter tone than their irises. So like, the glasses drive attention away and probably have some sort of film that helps conceal them.

He can’t tan much. As a kid he was pale as a ghost but as he grew up he could get a bit more melanin, tho never too much. Which is funny bc I think Clark does have a good tan.

Something about how kryptonians look makes you feel unsettled after you look at them long enough, and if you stare for quite a bit you’ll inevitably think of the uncanny valley effect. They look human enough to be very convincing, but they’re too perfect and flawless.

Jon’s half ‘n half but he still looks more kryptonian than human, he’s a mini Clark after all.

If you asked me to design him all grown up I would actually make him shorter- mostly bc I think it’d be hilarious for ppl to underestimate him. Imagine how many idiots would overlook this pretty boy only to be hit in the face with the fact he’s kryptonian. Lots of wasted comedy right there.

He has no fashion sense. I’m sorry but it’s true and you know it.

His childhood hero crush was definitely Nightwing.

Growing up is realising his (Nightwing’s) little brother’s much cuter.

He’s indeed a ray of sunshine, but he’s also a sarcastic and problematic little shit as product of hanging around the Wayne kids far too much.

I’ve probably mentioned this in one of my previous posts but he has a room of his own in Wayne manor ever since he started being bffs with Damian. he prefers to sleep with Damian now but it’s still there.

He’s probably the only person brave enough to call Bruce uncle when he was a kid.

He’s diagnosed with ADHD but it’s actually just his half alien brain working differently/faster than a human’s, which makes it harder to focus since humans do things too slow in comparison.

Once he decides he’s your friend you’re never getting rid of him.

the age up never happened it’s true i’m actually DC

#jon kent #jonathan kent #jon kent headcanons #superboy #kryptonian headcanons #there’s some damijon sprinkled in there ngl #damijon

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Jon eyed the book in Ned's hands. It was thick and bound in aged, brown leather, with a satchel closing. He shifted it to one hand nervously.

“Jon, my dear nephew. The simple fact is that the men in your family…” He trailed off. “Some have had the ability to…”

When he trailed off again, Jon grinned, amused. “Sounds strange already.”

“Oh yes,” Uncle chuckled, gesturing widely, “be prepared for strange. Be prepared for spookiness.”

“It’s coming isn’t it? It’s on the tip of your tongue.”

His humor calmed when the book was finally passed to him. On a closer look, Jon was certain he had never noticed it crammed into the bookshelf he knew so well. Returning to the bookshelf, Ned continued.

“You’re twenty-one now.”

“Indeed I am. So old. Might as well roll over and die.”

Ned faced him with another unfamiliar item. It was a booklet of DVDs and CDs, one that made Jon’s heart speed up as it was zipped open. His uncle sucked a breath between his teeth.

“Don’t die yet. There’s so much more for you to learn. And do.” He slipped a disk out and passed it to Jon. “I suppose it’s time to tell you now.”

Frowning, Jon looked down. He gasped at the handwritten note, as Ned’s words sprung out of him, like water from a fountain.

To Jon, from your father, R.

“There is a family secret. On your father’s side. And the secret is that firstborn sons can travel in time. Well, back in time, to be specific. Not the future.”

Jon was so confused. “This is such a weird joke.” But he didn’t want to let go of the disk.

“It’s seriously not a joke.”

Jon never had much luck with love. Not even time travel could help that. He’s all but given up, when he meets Daenerys a week before Christmas. When their instant connection is thwarted by a change in fate, can Jon find a way to get the girl of his dreams? -An About Time AU-

Fanart for @snowxstormworld's Jonerys Winter Wonderland 2023 | Day 1 | Holiday Magic

Full fic, "The Second Chance Holiday Club," is coming soon (hopefully by Day 5!) finished!

#SnowxStormWorld #joneryswinterwonderland2023 #jonerys fanart #jonerys fanfic #my writing #my art <3 #oil pastel and graphite on paper #painting #appreciation week #holidays #updated #*#i took the holiday magic prompt literally #hehe

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to-the-stars8 · 3 months

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Affairs and Letters

Jason Todd x Reader Regency AU! AO3 Chapters

Part XI

The ink of your pen was the water to Mr. Todd’s choking thirst for you. With every letter you had given him before your parting, you proved to be a coy lover, with gentle jabs at his brazenness in his approach followed by the taunting dare to love you as deep as he could. Jason soon found himself pondering ways to get back to you sooner and sooner, crafting schemes unbefitting a man of his station. You had successfully turned him into your most desperate devotee, and the feeling was an addiction he would not break soon.

His affection had not gone unnoticed, either. Dick took every opportunity to dress down his brother’s approach to you, telling him not to fall to follies of fancy, but he heard none of it. Jason oft turned the sentiment back to his brother, reminding him of his infatuation with particular red-haired women.

One day, while Jason was writing a letter, Dick burst into the study, proclaiming that he would never guess who had arrived with dearest Barbara Gordon and young Master Jon.

As he assumed himself to be smarter than his brother, Jason bothered not to guess.

It had been some time since had last seen you, and not a moment had passed when you did not cross his mind. Mr. Todd had attempted to sway his father to call upon the Kents when they passed Kent House for business, but Mr. Wayne could not be influenced to do so without noting his son’s intentions.

Pushing away from his work, Jason made his way to the sunroom.

There, you exchanged pleasantries with his father and Miss Kyle as Barbara entertained Cassandra with a memory. Outside the glass windows of the sunroom, Jason could see Damian and Jon playing amongst the rose bushes while Alfred, the butler, stood watch over them.

“Ah,” Mr. Wayne said upon his son’s entrance. “I was wondering when you would make an appearance!”

“Father,” Jason said, letting Mr. Wayne come over and kiss him upon the cheek.

“Come say hello to our friends.”

Jason instantly took to you, greeting you warmly before remembering it would be polite to greet everyone else. Dick snickered, mumbling something to his father who only gave him a pointed stare in return.

Miss Kyle, ever the clever lady, smirked as she turned to you. “It is such a pretty day is it not, Miss?” You hastily agreed, blushing. Pleased, she turned to Jason. “Mr. Todd, don’t you think it’s a pretty day, too?”

“Yes, yes,” He subconsciously nodded toward the window. “A fine day, indeed. I thought of taking my horse out this afternoon, but now I am glad to have decided against it.”

Miss Kyle ‘tsked’, “Do not deprive yourself of such a day on our account. Why don’t you and Mr. Grayson take Miss Gordon and her friend here for a turn about the gardens?”

Mr. Grayson beamed with happiness. “Yes, that’s a splendid idea. Come, we should observe the boys in hopes of preventing them from mischief.”

You laughed, taking Mr. Grayson’s offered arm as Miss Gordon took the other. “Ah, is it not odd that we punish children for things we also did as children?”

Jason snickered, only remarking once the four of you left the room. “That is where we differ from the boys— we never got caught.”

The day was sunny and bright, and it made perfect sense that you, Barbara, and Jon had made the trip to visit as it was a rare autumn day not to be wasted. Mr. Grayson let you go the moment Barbara made the gesture that the two of them should look upon the fountain in the center of the garden.

Jason excused his brother’s rude leave and offered his arm, which you took as he guided you toward the children. Mr. Todd stood as close to you as societal rules would allow as he thought it to be rare to be close to perfection—And such a thing did not exist in his mind until he saw you.

“How is sweet Jon fairing?” He asked to break the easy silence.

You smiled to yourself, looking at Jon prancing around Damian, before answering, “Well. He’s recovered so much that Lady Kent wanted him out of the house today. The boy has been bouncing off the walls with excitement.”

“Very good. And, how are you?”

“I am well, and I have managed to survive Lady Kent’s anger.”

“Oh?” Jason sounded amused.

You snickered, sarcastically remarking, “Do not seem so surprised!” When your laughter died, you grew quiet, as though you were wondering something. Suddenly, you took your arm from his. Mr. Todd almost protested before he saw you reach into your bag, taking only a moment to glance around, and then pulling out letters. It was not a hefty stack, but he was surprised the number of letters you had in your hand could hide so well in such a small pouch.

“I was kept so busy, Mr. Todd,” You said as you put the stack inside his coat pocket. “That I had no time or excuse to call upon you. Yet, I found that it provided me plenty of time to think of you.”

Jason could not get out the words he wished to say, and his silence seemed to make you proud. You stepped back, walking around him toward Jon with the declaration that you wanted to participate in their next game. When he gathered his thoughts, he joined you with hope and a smile.

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esther-dot · 10 months

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I feel like I'm going crazy with the Jon question. He's a Byronic hero, of course he's slightly unconventionally handsome but only once you notice him glowering, and maybe conventional only in a literary/classical sense. The reason Timothee Chalamet tends to be facecast as him (other than period-appropriate films) is because other than Adam Driver, he's one of the few tangentially-looking Byronic heroes around (especially as Paul Atreides). Adam Driver is too old for a Jon though it's a relevant comparison because people either think he's very handsome or very ugly. Jon's a bastard, but he's spiritually formidable, meaning he's got to have that visual duality.

Plus it's totally a Beauty and the Beast thing. Come onnnn. He's probably very beautiful to Sansa, but only once she looks closer, which is basically the whole theme of Jonsa, right? It's that lack of closeness and Jon as a functional ward which makes it possible.

The hypocrisy about Jon's looks is absolutely astounding to me. Like, I think they project their anxieties onto Sansa. Jon can be horse-faced and homely and loved for it.

“Jon's a bastard, but he's spiritually formidable, meaning he's got to have that visual duality.”

I love that description, anon! That’s kinda what I was trying to talk about here with the Byronic Hero quotes, there’s an appeal there, although it isn’t necessarily a universally recognized one. Reading your ask reminded me that if you aren't familiar with the Byronic hero idea, the insistence that Jon isn't traditionally attractive might seem random rather than a reflection of the literary context Martin created him in. Mr Rochester is a Byronic hero who (I think?) exists in the popular consciousness due to relatively recent adaptions, and here is how he is described:

Mr. Rochester, as he sat in his damask-covered chair, looked different to what I had seen him look before; not quite so stern—much less gloomy. There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes sparkled, whether with wine or not, I am not sure; but I think it very probable. He was, in short, in his after-dinner mood; more expanded and genial, and also more self-indulgent than the frigid and rigid temper of the morning; still he looked preciously grim, cushioning his massive head against the swelling back of his chair, and receiving the light of the fire on his granite-hewn features, and in his great, dark eyes; for he had great, dark eyes, and very fine eyes, too—not without a certain change in their depths sometimes, which, if it was not softness, reminded you, at least, of that feeling.

He had been looking two minutes at the fire, and I had been looking the same length of time at him, when, turning suddenly, he caught my gaze fastened on his physiognomy.

“You examine me, Miss Eyre,” said he: “do you think me handsome?”

I should, if I had deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware—“No, sir.”

“Ah! By my word! there is something singular about you,” said he: “you have the air of a little nonnette; quaint, quiet, grave, and simple, as you sit with your hands before you, and your eyes generally bent on the carpet (except, by-the-bye, when they are directed piercingly to my face; as just now, for instance); and when one asks you a question, or makes a remark to which you are obliged to reply, you rap out a round rejoinder, which, if not blunt, is at least brusque. What do you mean by it?”

“Sir, I was too plain; I beg your pardon. I ought to have replied that it was not easy to give an impromptu answer to a question about appearances; that tastes mostly differ; and that beauty is of little consequence, or something of that sort.”

“You ought to have replied no such thing. Beauty of little consequence, indeed! And so, under pretence of softening the previous outrage, of stroking and soothing me into placidity, you stick a sly penknife under my ear! Go on: what fault do you find with me, pray? I suppose I have all my limbs and all my features like any other man?”

“Mr. Rochester, allow me to disown my first answer: I intended no pointed repartee: it was only a blunder.”

“Just so: I think so: and you shall be answerable for it. Criticise me: does my forehead not please you?”

He lifted up the sable waves of hair which lay horizontally over his brow, and showed a solid enough mass of intellectual organs, but an abrupt deficiency where the suave sign of benevolence should have risen.

“Now, ma’am, am I a fool?”

“Far from it, sir. You would, perhaps, think me rude if I inquired in return whether you are a philanthropist?”

“There again! Another stick of the penknife, when she pretended to pat my head: and that is because I said I did not like the society of children and old women (low be it spoken!). No, young lady, I am not a general philanthropist; but I bear a conscience;” and he pointed to the prominences which are said to indicate that faculty, and which, fortunately for him, were sufficiently conspicuous; giving, indeed, a marked breadth to the upper part of his head: “and, besides, I once had a kind of rude tenderness of heart. When I was as old as you, I was a feeling fellow enough; partial to the unfledged, unfostered, and unlucky; but Fortune has knocked me about since: she has even kneaded me with her knuckles, and now I flatter myself I am hard and tough as an India-rubber ball; pervious, though, through a chink or two still, and with one sentient point in the middle of the lump. Yes: does that leave hope for me?”

“Hope of what, sir?”

“Of my final re-transformation from India-rubber back to flesh?”

“Decidedly he has had too much wine,” I thought; and I did not know what answer to make to his queer question: how could I tell whether he was capable of being re-transformed?

“You looked very much puzzled, Miss Eyre; and though you are not pretty any more than I am handsome, yet a puzzled air becomes you; besides, it is convenient, for it keeps those searching eyes of yours away from my physiognomy, and busies them with the worsted flowers of the rug; so puzzle on. Young lady, I am disposed to be gregarious and communicative to-night.”

With this announcement he rose from his chair, and stood, leaning his arm on the marble mantelpiece: in that attitude his shape was seen plainly as well as his face; his unusual breadth of chest, disproportionate almost to his length of limb. I am sure most people would have thought him an ugly man; yet there was so much unconscious pride in his port; so much ease in his demeanour; such a look of complete indifference to his own external appearance; so haughty a reliance on the power of other qualities, intrinsic or adventitious, to atone for the lack of mere personal attractiveness, that, in looking at him, one inevitably shared the indifference, and, even in a blind, imperfect sense, put faith in the confidence.

Jon is a much better man than Mr Rochester, but you can see some pertinent ideas here. I'll link @cappymightwrite's Byronic Hero metas (1, 2, 3) if anyone is interested in further reading on the topic.

Regardless of where you fall on the question, Jon and Sansa's looks are plot relevant (mentioned it a little here ). Sansa’s Tully looks are obviously very important because looking like Cat has made LF fixate on her, so these aren’t incidental details, they’re very clear, deliberate descriptions by the author and matter to the story now and in the future. Obviously there’s truth to the expression “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and everyone can go where they want with this but considering how plot relevant their designated look is, it’s pretty clear the author purposefully chose it.

The Jonsa aspect is interesting because we’ve all scratched our heads at the Freudian implication (and then Kit mentioned Freud which shocked amused confused us!) and I’ve seen many show Jonsas admit they didn’t find show Jon particularly attractive until s6, despite Kit being recognized as very attractive. Maybe we all just have a thing for the manbun, but I think a big part of it was that suddenly, he was doing things we found attractive. Staring at Sansa with hearts in his eyes, being open and vulnerable in a way we hadn’t seen before, arguing with a peer the way we hadn’t seen before, getting angry and articulating it, making promises to protect her, trying to offer her reassurances, feeling insecure and desperate, riding out onto a field alone to save his brother, nearly beating a man to death, winning back his home, offering trust and forgiveness. There was something in Jon that season that appealed to us, it wasn’t just his face. And I think something like that will happen for Sansa too.

I mentioned Sansa’s crushes were both “knight” figures, her life experiences have evolved that original idea of what a knight is, and although she is a compassionate person, she now thinks she needs someone with a dangerous edge to protect her, so I don’t think she’ll be struck by Jon’s face beyond it meaning safety, seeing her father in it 😬 family, but then as Jon helps win her home back, if she finds out he chopped of Slynt’s head, if he gives her another head (LF!), it’s gonna tap into knight, the romanticized notion she had of them being chivalrous (because Jon will treat her well), the hero she prayed for (there are no heroes -> fetch me a block), and also that dangerous figure who would never harm her but is fully capable of killing the monsters for her.

Also, I absolutely agree about the Beauty and the Beast idea, I started writing about Jon as the Beast/Bear/Death and have lost the draft. It’s definitely where Martin is going though!

#jonsa #book jon #dot chat

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lostonehero · 4 months

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In which I write a time travel foc where the Web the Beholder and the Lonely fight over Martin becoming their perfect Avatar because again he deserves all the power

Maybe lonelyeyes parents maybe

Martin gasps as he sits up. His hands were red painted by the blood of the man he loved. His legs were not crushed by the fallen ceiling. He was small. Well, he thinks he is small he can't recall the last time a blanket pooled around him like this nor the childish bedroom he was in. Did it work? Did they save the world? Where's Jon?

Martin pulled himself out of the hollow comfort of his bed and realized yes, he was quite small, and the small calander on his bedside full of cute spiders... wait, spiders? He didn't have a calander like that, but the date was more than enough to convince him that he was five. He slowly opened his door to the scent of breakfast and a familiar voice.

"Martin? You shouldn't be up this early." It was his mother and by her tone and the man who came into view she was happy if only because his father hasn't left yet.

Martin didn't exactly know what to say or do, but he climbed on a chair and tried to put on a smile.

That lasted about three minutes when a fog seemed to appear in his home. The webs seem to be built out of nothing trying to fight the fog. The shreiks from his mother about spiders and his fathers huff about the humidity in the house made him know for a fact he wasn't imagining it.

Martin really didn't want to be here, nor did he want to think he was the only one flung back here. He sighs and sneaks out through the chaos to his room.

......

The park was nice, and it wasn't as if he didn't want to be outside enjoying the not apcoloypse, but he wanted to find Jon and he couldn't exactly do that because he's five. Jon was two years older than him, and if he tried and Jon didn't come back, it probably would end poorly.

Martin sneezes the familiar mist of the Lonely tickled his nose and he tried to rub the feeling away he was too annoyed to really care that he was being followed by them also the Web but he liked spiders so he was fine with that, well as long as Annabelle Cane didn't show up. He stopped his thoughts as he saw a work boot worn from use attached to a man who stood in front of him.

"Hello, little child." That voice he knew too happy for what he represents. It was Peter Lucas didn't look much different than when he last saw him.

Martin raised his brow and stared up from his spot in the grass he sat in his coloring book forgotten as he started to scowl. Obviously, he didn't come back. Which may be fortunate for him, but he really just didn't want to bother with him. "I can scream and alert the entire place if you even try."

Peter blinked, surprised shock on his features. "I... uh, what?" The damn cheery tone was still there now laced with confusion.

Martin looked over to the sound of footsteps, and shoes too expensive to be in the grass were on his other side. He groaned. "Seriously." He huffs, looking over to Elias.

"Peter, what brings you here?" Elias asked, annoyed, was etched on his features since he didn't expect to see him here.

"Elias." Peter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "I'm busy here."

"A public park seems quite out of style for you." Elias has an amused look on his face as Peter shifted uncomfortably.

"So you two are currently divorced then." Martin huffs and stands up. "Well, have your spat somewhere else. I'm in no mood for this."

"Divorced? Child, we aren't.. we..." Elias stops himself stepping back as a woman with cobwebs in her hair approaches, holding a dark skined child with green eyes.

She drops the child down next to the red-headed child. He was older and bigger than the small boy. "Jonah.... Peter." Her voice soft and a smile hung loosely on her lips.

"Martin!?" The dark skin boy gasps.

"Jon!" Martin pulled the bigger boy into a hug.

Elias huffs. "Why are you here?"

"Why indeed?" The woman chuckles.

Peter looked like he wanted to vanish, but he could feel his patron holding strong. The desire to get the boy to protect them was overwhelming, and he may have felt something new odd like it was tugging him to Elias. He assumed Elias felt it as well by the quicker brow as he stared at him and his eyes glowed.

Elias sighs. "I am merely here looking for someone."

Jon crossed his arms and tried to look angry, but he only pouted. He knew exactly what the Beholder told him and how he wasn't free and, well, now a stronger avatar than Elias if that was possible, but he also knew they wanted Martin to keep safe to keep them partnered to stop the mistakes of the apocalypse, and as a apology gift to Jon himself. He, however, had no clue why Peter or Annabelle were there. Elias was predictable at least following the Eye to its desires. "Martin, let's go."

Martin stops and stares at Jon. "We're children. Where do you expect us to go?"

Jon faltered. "I uh right we are aren't we."

"Still the eye?" Martin hums as he watches his partner nod. "So know why they are here?"

"I know why Elias is here." Jon pauses and shakes his head, rubbing his temples.

"Right." Martin rocks on his heels. "Can I meet your grandma?"

"Oh uh sure she's on the bench over there." Jon points, and Martin follows, leaving the three adults to talk.

Peter notices first as he tries to leave the conversation. Too many people and his patron were tugging at him more than normal, and it wasn't as if he was hungry. The kid was gone, well, both kids were gone. He could see them walk off hand in hand to an older woman on a bench. He knew his patron wanted the child to mold them to become an avatar. He didn't know why, nor did he want to ask, but it was quieter over there, and he couldn't handle this argument any longer.

"Peter." Elias crossed his arms.

Peter hated that expensive suit on him. He could rip it off take what he wanted, and Elias knew that, and he probably wanted him to. "The kids are gone."

Elias blinks and swallows. "I right you are."

The woman frowns. "I'll be back."

Peter swallows. "Wait.... ok, just wait." The two look at him. "It's not just mine, is it? That kid you want him to?"

Elias's eyes widen, realizing what Peter was getting at. "The one kid... Martin Blackwood, your... The Lonely wants him?"

"Our mother has her desires as well." The woman quirks her brow. "I was not informed that this would be a competition. I seem to be disadvantaged as it seems to be two against us."

Peter shrugs looking at Elias.

"The other boy...... Jonathan Sims, he's already the Eyes." Elias frowns. "That doesn't explain, Martin."

Peter begins to walk off and eventually vanishes from sight.

Elias frowns. "Peter, wait, we can discuss this." He knew that meant nothing. Peter was in the lonely and he couldn't see him there. He was frustrated and confused he needed to figure this out. Those kids weren't kids he knew that much, but he didn't know what they were except for... Jon he was an avatar of the eye, but he was so young, and he didn't understand that.

The woman just walked off, knowing she was defeated for the moment.

......

Something shifted, and Elias knew it immediately as if the eye was sastified. No, that wasn't the right term for that he felt.

".... a bet." Elias shuts his mouth as fast as he could, his teeth clicked together.

"Not quite." Peter appeared from the mist. "More a friendly visit than asking to wager."

"... Peter, I wasn't referring to us." Elias leaned back in his chair. "The Eye seems to have taken a wager. I've never been able to truly interact with my patron before it seems almost as if.." He stops himself and rubs his temples. "Not important, I suppose. Why are you here?"

Peter hums leans over Elias's desk close to the other man's face. "It seems my patron wants me to stay more often than be on my ship. Some something kids and so forth. Perhaps it has to our patrons taking a page from us."

Elias rolled his eyes. "Not from us, from something they won't let me see."

"Spoilsport, is the bed still on the table all knowing?" Peter grinned at the slight nod. "I'll try not to bring the mist around."

Elias sighs. Sure, he wasn't exactly against Peter staying with him they've done that plenty of times. Even through two different bodies of his. He supposed he did miss having Peter close, but that was just old emotions talking. He also did not want to give Martin the sastifation of that divorced comment. Maybe he'll allow himself a weakness for Peter. He shudders as he feels praise in his entire being. His patron liked that? He needed a drink.

.....

"I like spiders." Martin holds the small common house spider in his hand, cradling it as gentle as he could with his small hands.

"I do not." Jon rolled his eyes. "But I tolerate them for you."

Martin frowns, letting the small creature down. "I think they want me to pick."

"What?" Jon looks at Martin in surprise.

"I mean, why else would the three of them surround me? It seems the fears remember their fuck up, and it wants me to join one of them." Martin shrugs. "Honestly, I don't know what to pick when it comes to it. I like being normal, but I know that won't last long. I might have to do something rash if I'm stuck reliving my childhood again."

Jon never pried into Martin's childhood, nor did he press when he flinched away from the subject. He never even asked why he hated oolong tea. "Is... I... uh."

"She never hurt me physically, I don't think. I got bigger than her fast, so I don't think she thought it wise to do so. It was verbal abuse the resentment of having ne while my father abandoned us. I did my best to care for her even when she did get sick. A lot of good that did me in the end. I would rather not go through that again." Martin sighs, brushing his red hair out of his face.

"I uh I didn't know." Jon frowns. "What else could you do?"

"Don't know if you haven't noticed we are children and don't exactly have that freedom being adults bring." Martin crossed his arms. "And just because you're two years older than me means nothing in this context."

Jon chuckles softly. "Kiddnapping?"

"You're terrible." Martin smirks long used to his partner's humor.

Jon pauses as his eyes glow. "I believe Peter Lucas is pulling strings with the wealth he has for you."

Martin groans. "Still probably better than the alternative. Wait wait Jon is he with Elias?" His tone wasn't laced with fear or even wariness it was amusement.

"I uh I don't know?" Jon huffs, and his nose bleeds. "Can't say... they don't want me to know."

Martin pulls out a napkin he shoved in his pocket when Jon's grandmother got them ice cream. "Here, and uh, sorry. I just wanted to know if they're still in their divorced era."

Jon laughs and wipes the blood from his nose. "Divorce era? Martin, they can't get married yet."

"Ok, fine, breakup era." Martin grins as Jon laughs harder.

......

The next time Jon sees someone of familairty, it isn't Martin to his annoyance. It's Elias in that perfect too expensive suit and that smirk he always seemed to wear. It didn't feel right to call him Jonah unless he was truly upset with him. Currently, he knew he was just annoyed.

"Jonathan, come here." Jon's grandmother motions for him to come closer. "Why didn't you tell me you've been offered a scholarship?"

Jon scowls the best he could, but again, it comes out as a pout on his lips. "I didn't think I won it." A lie, but he honestly wanted to see what Elias was planning.

"Of course you won it." Elias smiles and holds his hand out. "Oh, I was just discussing with your lovely grandmother what it entailed. You'll be going to a private school all expensive paid, and I'm sure you'll make lots of friends."

Jon bit back a groan. He learned a few things from Elias in this moment. One, the man has little to no experience with actual children. Two, just because he couldn't sweet talk anyone doesn't mean his grandmother is swayed. Three, Elias was a idiot and did not realize how bad he was in primary school. He hums. "It sounds fun."

Jon's grandmother pauses and nods. "I do have stipulations. However, I'm sure we can work something out."

Elias smiles and follows the old women inside to the table, and as much as Jon would like to watch Elias squirm under the gaze of his grandmother. He didn't want to bother he already knew he was going, and he should pack.

.....

Gertrude wasn't exactly happy, nor did she expect to see the scene when she checked into work with Gerald behind him. The young teen barely escaped his mother and clung to her like a lost puppy. She did make a promise, and she is all for keeping them. "Elias children here, really?" Her tone dry and void of real emotion except annoyance.

The dark skinned boy with the impossibly green eyes stared at both of them. He had a frown on his lips but quickly returned to his book in his hands, choosing not to intervene even if he wanted to help save Gerry.

Gertrude knew that book was too advanced for a child his age, but she said nothing but stared at Elias with her arms crossed.

"Oh Gertrude, this is Jonathan, but he perfers Jon. Poor thing doesn't have parents, so I took it upon myself to take him in." Elias smiles that golden tongue working overtime.

Gerry caught the child rolling his eyes, but he chose not to say anything.

"Oh, out of the kindness of your heart?" Gertrude shook her head and marched toward startling Gerry, who quickly followed her deeper into the archives.

"Elias, it's not 200 years ago that not exactly how that stuff works anymore." Peter appears holding a sleeping Martin in his arms. "I mean, at least you didn't say you picked him up at an orphanage."

Jon snickers softly.

Elias rolls his eyes. "I told you to bring the boy to my house."

"And I told you we shouldn't separate the kids." Peter huffs. "This isn't our wager."

Elias stiffened and narrowed his eyes. "Just keep them out of my office." He turns and starts to head to his office before stopping. "Peter, why don't you get the kids proper clothes and food whatever kids these days like."

"Kids these days?" Peter swallowed a laugh. "We're you ever a child Jonah?" He smirks as Jon covers his mouth, hiding a giggle.

Martin stirs slightly but isn't fully awake.

"I don't find amusement in that comment. I was a child once, and I don't like like one like you, Peter." Elias scowls, turning back to face him.

"Oh, how scary." Peter rolls his eyes. "Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I'm an idiot. The world has changed." Something shifted, and he finally let his feeling spill from his lips something that someone like him could ever tell another. "Our patrons they've changed, we both know it, and so does everyone else. Don't you want to know why? Have your plans even changed? Does the..."

Martin opens his eyes with a huff annoyed his nap has been disturbed. "Because they learned." His lips curled to a frown, and a frustration can be seen in his features.

"They what?" Elias raised his brow, stepping closer.

Martin huffs and curls into Peter, hiding his small body in the lesser of evil men.

Jon frowns. "You heard him." He sighs. He should rip the bandage off. "We came from 2019 or 2020, and we weren't children. Your little apocalypse, Elias, didn't exactly bring about good things for the patrons their resources after their purge they realized were limited and finite. You can stop death, but eventually, people will just stop being scared. The end didn't enjoy it either they didn't want an end to everything besides the namesake. The web helped us their was a crack in the universe in hill top road. Turns out that crack was a way back to the past, and we fused to our younger self, so did the patrons. It's not exactly pleasant to have the emotional control and energy of a child again."

Elias stares at Jon in shock.

Peter's eyes widened, and he unconsciously held Martin closer in his arms. "I fucking told you."

Elias swallows and crosses his arms. He can feel the Beholder testing him on his next moves. "Bring the children to my house, Peter, and if you must order a take away."

Peter sighs he knew this was Elias's, well Jonah's way of conceding he was wrong and that he needed to think. "Alright, come along, little Jon. I think we have to get you both new clothes and actual food."

Jon nods and walks up to Peter, holding onto his side. "Don't drop him."

"I'm not allowed to." Peter hums.

This sastified Jon more then he realized.

......

Peter regretted his choice in the mall immediately. To crowded and too many people. There are too many emotions and too much fear to feed on. He felt sluggish, and the weight of Martin in his arms seemed to focus him enough that the bags in his arms didn't slip.

Jon looked up at Peter. "I think this is enough for now. I would like to head to that house, Elias mentioned."

Peter nods, and the mist surrounds them, and they appear in an ornate home. He drops the bags and hefts Martin to his shoulder. "I'm.... I'm going to lie down." It seems like he has forgotten he is carrying the boy, and Martin does nothing to alert him comfy in the embrace.

Jon opens his mouth just to shut it, seeing Martin fully relax. He was tired too, but the couch looked nice, and well, he had a feeling Martin missed being held, and as an adult, he knew not many could hold a man over 6ft. He moved to the couch, picking up a plush cow Martin picked out and promptly fell asleep.

......

Martin woke up to a wet feeling, not exactly an embarrassing feeling because he saw the fog as he opened his eyes. Peter was out cold next to him, holding him like a stuffed animal. Maybe he didn't hate the man he was obvious to what Elias was truly planning, and Jon did kill him. He didn't forgive the man, nor did he want to become an avatar of the Lonely, but maybe he could pretend, he never did have a father figure he could recall and honestly Peter is much better then Elias.

A lone spider landed in Martin's gaze.

"I haven't decided." His voice is small and quiet as to not wake the man next to him. "Just because you guys learned and are willing to learn more about humanity as a whole rather than fear doesn't mean I have to choose now. Besides, I have time, also tell the Beholder the answer is a firm no. They have Jon, and I would rather not be all-knowing." Martin shifts and struggles out of Peter's grasp. Finally, he escapes without waking the man. "I should add if any of the other patrons get involved, we should be informed."

The spider quietly seems to nod and vanish in the fog.

......

Jon peers over his book, spotting Martin, who promptly climbs on the couch next to him. "How was your nap?"

Martin shrugs. "I feel like a wind-up toy, and I know it's because we're kids, but like I miss being able to stay awake the entire day. I also miss tea and the ability to get food for myself." His stomach rumbles at the comment. "And don't you say anything. I know you're full from the fall alone, Peter collapsed from how full he got, and he barely even spoke a word to anyone."

"I wasn't going to say anything of that nature...." Jon puts his book down and looks at Martin. He was adorable, pouting his red hair bounced with slight curls. "We could perhaps see what Elias considers food."

Martin groans. "Fuck he probably just has tinned tuna and crackers."

"Maybe he has sugar if we're lucky." Jon snickers, jumping off the couch, letting Martin follow.

"I don't know. He seems pretty basic. Sugar might be too spicy for him." Martin giggles as Jan starts to laugh.

"He probably doesn't even know what proper food tastes like." Jon smiles.

"To be fair, I have caught Jonah eating plain bread as a treat." Peter appears behind the two startling Martin, and Jon doesn't seem bothered.

Martin huffs. "As funny as that is, don't sneak up on me!"

Peter yawns. "It tends to be my nature." He looks to be in more casual clothes and wearing eye covered socks Elias gave him as a joke. "I'll make you both something."

"That depends. Can you actually cook?" Martin crossed his arms with a pout staring up at the man.

Jon joined in his gaze.

Peter shrugs. "I use seasonings."

Martin shrugs. "Good enough."

"Also, Elias is banned from the kitchen." Peter hums. "Well, as long as I am here, he is."

......

In the kitchen, Martin watched Peter work around the kitchen. He was still the same rough looking man he met as an adult. He was probably lying about how old he was. He knew becoming an avatar meant the patron would hold onto you as long as they could, but he knew Peter was younger by Jonah by a wide margin. However, it doesn't seem to change Peter. He still looks like a rough man in his 30s, and the white hair from the lonely didn't help him look younger, and his cheery voice did not match the scarred weather face from years on the sea. His beard was shorter than he could recall, but that didn't really matter.

Peter paused, letting the meat sizzle on the stove. "So what are you two planning?"

Jon shrugs. "The end of the world won't happen." He frowns. "I haven't actually thought of that."

Martin hums. "Short term, or long term. In the long term, I'm marrying Jon. In the short term, I uh try to figure out how to be a kid again."

"That is a good, long-term goal." Jon hums.

Peter plates both of the kids' food and sits in front of them. "I don't envy your position, nor do I totally understand what you two have done to the fears. However, I know I'll be sticking around. My patron has made their wishes clearly known, and it gives me an excuse to ignore my own family even more."

Martin raised his brow to the food. It smelled good but looked like a mess. He cautiously takes a bite, and his eyes light up. "I suppose I can't get a cup of tea with this."

"At your age? No, I can, however, make some hot chocolate." Oeter turns back and fills the kettle with water and places it on the stove.

"I must admit you do know how to cook." Jon sighs.

Peter chuckles. "You learn a lot on the sea and different parts of the world."

"Apperently." Jon huffed.

.......

Elias stepped into a quiet home, which wasn't abnormal per se. Even if Peter was here, he didn't make much noise unless they were together, but now there were kids here. Well, not kids, but adults trapped as kids, so he expected more noise. The graceful Beholder has blocked his view of the two kids, and he always had a hard time seeing Peter due to the Lonely, so he really had no idea what they truly were up to. So when he made his way into his perfect home, he expected a mess at least, but nothing seemed out of place.

Peter looked up from the couch. "Elias." He was flipping through a book Elias knew was about the sea. To the left, Jon was reading War and Peace, and to the right, Martin was curled up next to Peter with a book of poetry. "You look surprised."

"I simply expected a mess." Elias responds dryly and clicks his tongue. He noticed Jon have a smirk he knew exactly what their patron had been telling him. "Did you at least get them clothes, feed them?"

Peter rolls his eyes. "Yes, I fed the kids, and I got them new clothes. Next time, you take them to the bloody mall. Unlike you I have experience with children." He didn't elaborate why or how. It seemed to be something that Elias didn't even realize.

"Aren't you adults? What's with the toy?" Elias had that obnoxious smirk on his lips.

Jon glared the best her could at the man.

Martin huffs putting his book down. "Unlike you who seems to thrive off of stale crackers and loneliness more than Peter, we actually care about comfort."

Peter bites back a snickers at Elias's offered expression.

Jon giggles.

Elias sighs and pinches his brow. "Just get food tomorrow and make sure they are clean."

"They aren't pets." Peter blinks, realizing something. "You really have no experience with children, do you?"

"I have no use for experience with children Peter." Elias rolls his eyes.

"Let me enlighten you, Mr. Know-it-all. Martin and Jon are too small to clean themselves no matter how adult their minds are. They have the emotional and mental capacity of children, which means shorter attention spans, excess energy, and the need for naps along with the fact using any of our patrons power is even more of a strain on their tiny bodies. Even though Martin hasn't picked it, he will have to, and again, they are physically children they could just as easily kill themselves by accident."

Jon scowls but sighs with a nod. "I could clean myself up mostly on my own, but Martin is smaller than I am, so he would need help. Peter isn't exactly wrong about our physical and emotional limits either."

"I mean, I was 6 when my father left, so I ended up having to care for myself. I mean, I'm not 6 yet, but I'm close enough, so I already know what to do." Martin hums.

"Didn't your mother care for you?" Elias stares blankly at Martin.

"Nope, I was her caretaker for as long as I can recall." Martin blinks and is confused when Peter sits him in his lap. "I mean, it's not a big deal. Really, I only regret dropping out of school to care for her."

Jon curses under his breath. "Martin, are you ok?"

"What? Of course I am. I've got you, and we aren't dead, and we don't have to worry about the end of the world." Martin makes an odd noise of confusion when Peter wraps his arms around him.

"Alright, it's still early enough. Let's get some food for breakfast." Peter vanishes in fog holding Martin.

Jon looks at Elias with a raised brow. "I... hmm.... Isn't Peter part of the Lonely?"

"He is." Elias furrows his brows. "I've never seen him act like that. Although I only know his past before the full becoming of an avatar, then it's out of my reach."

Jon frowns. "I see."

The silence seems to stretch until Elias leaves to his bedroom, and Jon heads to his room.

......

"Why are we here?" Martin blinks in the florescent lights of the supermarket.

"You need something for yourself." Peter hums.

"I don't." Martin sits in the shopping cart watching the items pass him by.

Peter frowns. "How long have you've been on your own?"

"Isn't that what you want?" Martin looks up at the man with a bored expression.

"You're a child Martin, no matter how old mentally you are. How long have you been alone?" Peter had a look Martin couldn't describe in his eyes.

"I'm not alone anymore." Martin shrugs. He has never really seen the problem with it he had a shit life growing up, and he got over it, realized the abuse, and moved on. He never understood why Jon always made it a big thing. Now Peter was making a thing of it, and he didn't really want to stick to the subject.

"That's not the point." Peter sighs. "How about I tell you something Elias doesn't know, and in return, you pick out food you want."

Martin raised his brow. "I'll accept that."

"You know of my family." Peter pauses as Martin nods. "I had siblings none of them were really built for what mother planned for us. I ended up like this a favorite of our patron, but I wasn't always alone on my boat. I never had a wife, but I had a child, not mine, just a little stole away on my boat. I was barely 20. It does seem so distant now looking back. Well, my patron didn't like that small girl.... I've forgotten her name only lasted a few years before they were taken. The thing about being lonely isn't just being alone it's also having things you loved ripped away, leaving you isolated and even more so lashing out in anger refusing to even attempt another step out of line. Didn't stop me for long, probably how I stumbled upon Jonah. I knew my family was a big benefactor to the institute, but I never knew why until him." He sighs. "That's a lot of nonsense in there, but you get the point."

Martin looks away. He knew Peter was awful at explaining himself or anything that related to him. He also knew Peter was lying about the only one kid. He didn't really understand what Peter was trying to tell him, but he'll humor the man and nod. "I want... I want chocolate."

Peter hums and nods. "Ok, a chocolate." He knows that isn't something personal or significant, but it was a start. He can see himself in Martin, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

Martin frowns at the look Peter held. Maybe he could ask for something else, but he can only recall his mom looking at him with disgust, "You're too old for that." "I didn't raise you to be a retard burn that thing." "Be a man you disgrace" "Speak damnit you failure." "I didnt ask for a broken son." He shut his eyes and felt a tear slip. The wave of emotions finally crashed into him, and he started to cry, getting overwhelmed.

Peter dropped the bar of chocolate he picked out out of shock. Did he say something? Did he make a face? He rushed to the side and took Martin out of the cart. "Are you ok?"

Martin only cries harder, clinging to Peter like he was his lifeline.

There were eyes on them, and Peter hated the eyes. He vanished in a fog, quickly traversing the Lonely to a quiet park. Was the offer too much? Did his story make him cry?

Martin hiccups and clung to the man, burying his face into Peter's shoulders, overwhelmed and over stimulated.

After what feels like hours, the cries are quiet whimpers. Peter takes a breath and doesn't force Martin off of him. "Did I do something?"

Martin, unable to talk, shakes his head the best he can in his position. He takes a breath.

"Can you talk?" Peter pauses, feeling the boy shake his head. "Ok, that's fine. We don't have to talk."

The quiet looms over them as the sun dips below the horizon. A large plush crochet spider seems to appear next to them it was gray with black eyes.

Peter narrows his eyes at the toy disgusted that the Web was interfering. However, Martin also saw the plush and grabbed it and held it close to his small frame. "You want that?" He can feel the boy stiffen and shake lightly in his arms. "If you wanted a soft toy, we could have picked up one earlier. You did insist Jon got that cow." He felt Martin shift, and those blue eyes stared at him with an infinite amount of sadness in them. "I'm not telling you you can't have it, but it is from the Web.... however, I think I can let that slide since you seemed charmed."

Martin swallows he mouths a thank you, unable to make the sounds.

"Do you want to head back to get cleaned up?" Peter internally cringes at the sense of confusion at a choice the boy seemed to hold.

Martin holds up the spider in his hands as an answer.

"Yes, I already said that will come with you." Peter sighs. "Alright, you need to get cleaned up and head to bed."

Martin relaxed and clung to Peter as they went back to that house.

.......

Elias crossed his arms, staring at Peter. "I may not be well informed when it comes to children, but you shouldn't be bringing a five year old home after midnight."

Peter blinks. "I didn't realize it was that late." He adjusts Martin in his arms

Elias sighs. "Just take the boy to bed he can get cleaned in the morning."

Martin was awake, glaring at Elias and shaking his head.

Peter shrugs. "Bath first, and then I'll join you in bed, Elias."

Elias relents shoulders sagging. "Fine. Use our room's bath. There's a seat in a tub so he can sit comfortably. I assume you got him proper sleeping clothes."

"Yes, the boy got pajamas." Peter rolls his eyes and heads to their room. Elias follows behind him until they end up in the bathroom tub full of warm soapy water and a half asleep Martin in said tub.

"I may have underestimated how small the child is." Elias stares at Martin, who wasn't big enough for the seat in the bath, and Peter only filled the tub a quarter of the amount.

Peter hums. "So, Mr. Know-it-all has a blind spot, and that's kids."

"Shut up, Peter." Elias is kneeled next to the other man helping with keeping Martin upright since he looks ready to pass out. His sleeves rolled up incredibly high.

"Thanks for the help." Peter sighs. "He tired himself out."

"I wouldn't have to if you brought him home at a reasonable hour." Elias says with no real bite. "What did happen?"

"I don't actually know. Lad just broke down. The Web offered him a plush spider, and it seemed to calm him enough to stop crying."

Elias scowls at the memtion of the Web, but that crochet thing didn't even seem dangerous, and he could even use his powers to describe it as nothing more than string balled together. "Why didn't he grab one when you were out earlier?" He pauses seeing his partner shrug. "I see. Well, then I have my own research to do in the meantime."

Peter nods along. "He seems too skinny for a boy his age, doesn't he?"

Martin looks away, unable to force any noise out of his mouth as a protest to being looked at like this.

Elias studies Martin like he was under a microscope and pauses seemingly listening to something. "A child his age shouldn't be skinny he should still have a roundish body with hints of baby fat. Signs of neglect of a child are low body weight, emotional outbursts, and small stature." He blinks and takes a breath. "Don't."

"I'm not going to say anything." Peter didn't even crack a smile. "I don't wish to scrutinize him anymore." He pushes Elias away and pulls Martin out of the bath and in a warm green towel. "I'll put him to bed."

"I'll bring that.... spider to his room." Elias gets up, leaving the room holding that toy in his hands.

Martin sways on his feet from exhaustion, letting Peter dress him like a doll. He didn't make a sound as he was carried to a large bedroom and tucked into bed, and he definitely didn't see Elias tuck that spider under his arm as he drifted off.

......

(Nonverbal)

Jon blinks, looking around. His voice is quiet, and he pulls himself from his bed. "What?" He's used to random facts and looking at things he wants, and maybe smiting others, but not his Patron talking to him. He didn't think it was possible for them to have thoughts like humans. Maybe they did something more when they stopped the apocalypse. He would have to put a pin in that as he pulled his door open and made his way to the room next to his.

(Nonverbal)

Jon paused as he stared into the cracked open door to Martin's room. "What are you talking about?" He was quiet as he pulled the door open wider to spot Martin with a plush spider in his lap, obviously handmade since robots can't crochet. He was curled in a corner and pulled his blankets around him.

(Nonverbal)

Jon gave a frustrated sigh. "What are you trying to say?"

Martin looks up from his makeshift nest and has a look of fear in his eyes. He opens his mouth as if he is trying to speak, but nothing comes out but a breath.

(NONVERBAL)

Jon covered his ears, knowing the voice was in his head, so it was useless instinct. "I get it!" He shouts back and steps back as Martin shrinks away from him. "N-no, not you... I uh... Martin, can you speak?"

Martin shook his head and clutched the spider close to him. His eyes seemed to plead that he didn't want Jon to be mad at him.

Jon blinks, that was new he never thought Martin could ever do something like this... coming to think about it, he knows barely anything about his partner's past or his mental and physical health. Martin probably knew more about him than he did about him. "I didn't mean to yell." He slowly approaches as Martin trained his gaze on him. "Turns out the Eye can talk now."

Martin tilts his head.

(No more)

Jon stops and stays in place a few feet away from Martin. Ok, he was getting the hang of this. "I uh wow, this is weird." He made a split decision and sat down across from Martin. "I uh didn't know this could happen. I made a promise that I wouldn't look into your past or mind, and I will keep that. So this is new territory, and I don't know how to help."

Martin blinks clearly confused, and he places the spider down in his lap. He then looked frustrated and opened his mouth again, but no sound escaped.

(Scared)

"No." Jon stops, and a red blush creeps around his neck. "N-no Martin isn't scared he's just he's, uh..." He huffs. "This would be so much easier if you didn't give one word answers. You cryptic bastard."

Martin smiles and shakes in a silent laugh.

(Closer)

Jon takes that as an ok to slide himself closer to Martin, and Martin pulls him the rest of the way. "I uh ok. This is ok?"

Martin nods and holds Jon's hand.

(Jonah)

Jon pulls Martin close as Elias rushed in. Both kids stare at the man with wide eyes. He was in a tank top and boxers. His hair was a mess, and by the sound of heavy footsteps behind him, Peter was following. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a breath. "Jonathan, I expect you not to screech in my head at seven in the morning."

Martin shakes again in a silent laugh, noticing he trail of red marks all over Elias.

(Not proper for children)

Elias's eyes widen as he stares at Jon.

"I didn't say anything." Jon's voice was quiet but held a smirk to it.

Elias covers his face. He couldn't yell at his patron. Hell, he had no idea they could even talk besides dropping facts and sights in his head.

Peter finally came into the doorframe, confused as Elias was covering his face, and the red that tipped his ears was a dead giveaway that he was embarrassed. He could count on one hand how many times he has caught the other man in his multiple bodies embarrassed. "Elias, the children are fine. Why did you shove me out of bed and run off?"

"The Beholder speaks." Jon smirks. "The Beholder speaks, and they can't speak to one at a time."

Peter pauses, scratching his chin through his beard. "Oh, that's hilarious."

Elias huffs and turns to walk back to his room.

Jon chuckles softly.

Peter looks back to the two children. "Well, I'm up, and I'm not going back there while he's like this. How about some breakfast?"

Matin nods and gets up, holding his spider with one hand and Jon's hand in the other.

Jon follows behind. "Shouldn't you get dressed?"

"I have an apron." Peter hums in response. His soft, cheery voice did not match the man it belonged to in the slightest. Even as a man born into extreme wealth, his body was littered in scars, probably from his ship. He was chiseled like a god and had more body hair than either man realized.

Martin is more surprised he doesn't have a tattoo of an anchor but one of a lighthouse.

"I don't think that's sanitary." Jon makes a face.

"You'll be fine." Peter hums, grabbing an apron that says women fear me fish want me. "Besides, what do you want?"

Jon hums. "I want something sweet."

Martin shrugs.

"Ok, pancakes then." Peter hums and gets to work. He makes quick work of the batter and hums a sad melody or a sea shanty, Jon knew, but Martin didn't care to ask.

"You're of the Lonely." Jon states as a fact staring up at the larger man.

"I am, but you have questions." Peter hums. "Let's see how much more polite you are compared to Jonah."

Jon nods at the go-ahead. "Do you have to be alone?"

Peter chuckles. "I've never liked crowded spaces. It's not a requirement. You can be lonely and be in a group. Isolation isn't just physical. Unless you're my mother, and she'll have her own opinions as truth. I prefer to be alone, not just because I'm an avatar, but because it's easier to feed myself without overeating. That doesn't make much sense." He sighs. "Unlike your patron, the Beholder, I don't actively have to feast on someone's fear or statement or information. We're more like the Web than what Elias likes to claim. Crowds and cities like this breed a specific kind of isolation fear that well, it's a bit too filling in a sense, and it's constant and never goes away. On the sea I can pick and choose what I will have, I guess."

Jon didn't expect the answer. He hums. "But why the sea you can get the same thing from hiking or caving."

"Don't like the buried kid." Peter narrows his gaze before smiling again. "I like boats and I like the sea so that's why."

"Yes, yes, you're a sailor at heart." Elias interrupts. "I will be off to my archives don't burn the house down."

"I don't like fire." Peter raised his brow.

"I was not talking to you." Elias sighs. "Just keep them entertained, and you can tell me about your newest trip on the Tundra." Elias knew the man liked to talk about things he liked and sadly himself was not part of that.

Peter's grey washed-out eyes seemed to shine. "I'll hold you to that, Jonah."

Elias sighs and turns his attention back to the two kids. "And Peter, take them out today. We need food, and they need things to keep them entertained. I will not have them run around the archives unchecked."

Jon frowns. "I want to head to the archives."

"Whatever message you would like to send can be done at a later date nobody is in dire danger." Elias sighs.

(Wrong)

Jon locked eyes with Elias.

Elias sighs. "Get changed out of your pajamas, and you'll be away from Martin. I will not bring both of you."

Martin pauses and seems to realize something, and he nods frantically.

Peter raised his brow but doesn't ask.

Jon nods and leaves Martin's side rushing upstairs to get dressed.

(Gerrad has cancer and has never seen a doctor)

Elias blinks. "Huh, so young as well. That's a shame."

(Help him)

"That's what Jon will do." Elias hums.

Martin looks to Peter and points, which causes him to stop breakfast from burning.

"Thanks, lad, but I guess it's a you and me day today." Peter smiles. "Do you like boats?"

Martin shrugs.

Elias sighs. "Have a good time. I don't expect this will take all day."

(Bonding)

Elias can hear Jon groan from a top of the stairs.

.......

Martin didn't exactly know how they ended up at a book store, and by the look of it, neither did Peter. He found a boom on spiders he used to own before in the future he didn't really want to think about that, but he wanted it. He also found another book he tried to balance while also carrying his plush spider. He tripped in front of Peter.

Peter caught him before he hit the ground. "What did you find?" He grabbed one of the books and turned it over it was about the sea and sea creatures. "Did you get this for me?"

Martin nods quickly he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks annoyed but resigned.

"Don't force it." Peter ruffles Martin's hair. "Thanks for the book. I didn't think they made books about the stuff I like. Well, I mean, they probably do. I just I don't look, I guess." He watches the boy point to a section that was labeled deep sea science. "Well, I don't think Elias would mind if we bring home some books."

Martin holds up his book on spiders.

"You know what, how about you get a few more different types of that. I wager the Web and the Lonely want to share you." Peter chuckles, then pauses. Can someone be an avatar of two fears? Maybe he should probably ask.

Martin nods excited, running off to a different corner as Peter starts to pick out a large stack of books.

The cheery moment was interrupted by a man with a cheerful tone and the smell of ozone. "Well, if it's a shock to myself, Mr. Lukas, I didn't expect you to have a child, let alone be in public of all places."

Peter frowned, holding his bag of books. "Simon."

The elderly looking man with a nice cane chuckles. "Relax yourself. I'm merely here to talk to that little one of yours. The Vast seems especially interested in this little fellow." Simon chuckles, pulling out a piece of strawberry candy from his pocket.

Martin hid behind his plush spider.

"Oh ho a scary little spider, huh? Such a cute little boy." Simon hums. "Oh, the folly of youth, how's Jonah doing, er it's Elias now, right? I rather liked his previous body, but sickness isn't kind to anyone, even those of the Eye. I have been meaning to ask if it is odd being with him in different bodies?"

Peter sighs. "Simon, this isn't appropriate discussion in front of a child."

"Ah, right, where are my manners. I merely came by to check up on Elias, but I ended up here. Instead, distances are a tricky thing. It's nice to finally meet you Martin, oh you've got eyes on you and not just Jonah." Simon waves and vanishes in the smell of ozone and the feeling of vertigo.

Martin clutches onto Peter. His voice was quiet, but finally, sound came from his lips. "I don't like flying."

Peter chuckles. "Neither do I."

......

Martin blinks, staring at Elias and his, oh too expensive suit covered in stains and probably fresh blood. "Uh...."

Jon was equally a mess with a scowl on his lips. "Gerry went to the hospital and is getting treatment."

"Ok, but..." Martin tilts his head. "What happened?"

Jon covers his face. "It's a long story."

Elias takes a breath. "I'm getting Peter. Do not look for me." He leaves with a huff.

Martin opens his mouth before Jon shakes his head.

"Don't ask."

Martin shuts his mouth.

#the magnus archives #tma #elias bouchard #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #peter lukas #annabelle cane

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Red Stains 💋

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex, marking kink, dirty talk.

A/N: Huge shout out to @theworldofotps for helping my Libra ass making a choice and also for the blood reference. Love you, Crystal 💋 Also I haven’t wrote this bad boy in a while..god I missed him 🥰

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His blue eyes were used to seeing his skin covered in red stains, they always traveled down his body like a crimson lake, coating his porcelain skin in a scarlet hue. Only this time, the carmine shades were shaped like lips.

His skin felt hot to the touch, a soft blush adorned his plump cheeks, and the blue in his eyes held the unspoken pleas he refused to say out loud. Sweat already began to pool between his eyebrows, as an attempt of keeping the words inside his mouth and his body in place. Mox did a good job at that as of now, but quite frankly, he didn’t know for how long he was going to be able to keep it that way.

“You’re being so good to me, baby” Your warm breath caressed his wet tip as you spoke. Looking down Mox could see the red lipstick stains all over his torso, thighs, and shaft. Your partially open red lips clashed against his sensitive crown and the thick side vein on his shaft every time you spoke to him.

“This shade of red looks so much better on you than the usual blood, don’t you think?” The teasing tone in your voice was easily picked up by his ears, and Mox couldn’t hold back his smirk.

“C’mon, I wanna hear you, puppy” You teased again, only this time he chuckled back “Oh, this is definitely way better than the blood” The usual raspiness of his voice sounded harsher due to the intense pleasure. His eyes searched for yours, and a silent plea could be read upon the baby blue orbs.

“Use your words, big boy” You encouraged him, as you left behind a perfectly printed red lipstick stain on top of his pulsing vein.

“Fuck, kitty. You’re gonna kill me like that” Mox mumbled, while his head hit the pillow quite forcefully.

“What’s the matter, Jon? I thought you were a man who didn’t struggle with your words” You mocked, as your lips covered his sensitive tip in a crimson shade.

Mox indeed never struggled with his words, but he was also a man who never begged for anything, ever. It was a matter of pride to him, he never begs anything from anyone, so this new power dynamic was something he never saw himself in before.

It was a struggle to get him to agree to this little play because he simply didn't want to hand the control over to someone else. He needs it and craves it like a drug, but you were different. You have a way with your words that he always knew was dangerous. Your persuasion power lies not only in your words but also in your touch, in your body, in your mouth, and even more in your pussy. No woman has ever held such power over him like this, it only took you one word, one look, one touch, and the simple feeling of your body against his to have him do anything you want in the bat of an eye.

“You already know what I want” Mox groaned when your tongue gave soft licks on his slit “So why should I tell you if you already know?”

“Humor me” You smirked before leaning down and sucking one of his balls in your mouth. The unexpected action caused Mox’s hips to jerk upward “Fuck, oh my fucking God, you’re not playing fair on me, kitty.” His eyes dared to travel down his body to get a glimpse of your face, and he never regretted something so instantly. A thick string of spit still connected you to his ball sack, but your eyes were fixed on him as your hand moved up and down his length. Your red lipstick was smudged, and your lips were glistening with the moisture of the spit. With such a sight, Mox had to hold himself from cumming on the spot.

Your eyes caught the despair on his face and you smiled widely “You wanna take a picture of me like this, baby? Face covered in spit, lipstick smudged, laid down between your thighs, worshiping your cock for all the wonderful things it does to my pussy”.

Mox’s jaw tightened at your words “Oh, that mouth…that fucking dirty mouth, kitten” He bit his knuckles as you slowly spat on his tip.

“Say it, Jon. Tell me what I wanna hear, baby”. You leaned upwards on his body, kissing his chest as your hard nipple brushed under his shaft.

“I didn’t know you could be this mean” He teased with a moan

“Oh I can be way much worse, bad guy” You chuckled before your tongue licked his nipple.

You felt Mox’s cock throb against your breast and a faint “Fuck it” left his lips.

He looked down into your eyes and whispered “Suck my cock. Please, I beg you. Make me cum in your mouth then ride me. I need you, kitty, please”.

A winning smile took over your lips as you whispered back “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

He looked down into your eyes and whispered “Suck my cock. Please, I beg you. Make me cum in your mouth then ride me. I need you, kitty, please”.

A winning smile took over your lips as you whispered back “See? It wasn’t that hard, was it?”

#jon moxley imagine #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley smut #jon moxley fanfiction #jon moxley #masochist writes

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drakaripykiros130ac · 5 months

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now TG stans are loving the fact that dragons are going to die because they shouldn't exist and targs deserve everything bad

they saying this when their favs also have dragons and are also targaryens 🤡🤡

they are so dumb!!

"where is the targ dynasty after the dance" dude, have you read the book? they rose and continued to reign for years and if George knows what's best for him it will give a good ending for the house

"targaryens are nothing without their dragons" cut to the targaryens after the dance continuing to be respected and feared because that's what they are with or without dragons as if daenerys didn't have 3 dragons in the books lol

Too many double standards make them look like clowns indeed.

They get angry when we point out that Alicent’s spawns are not true Targaryens (because although they have Targaryen blood, they are obviously more Hightower in spirit and they fight for Hightower interests), unlike Rhaenyra, Daemon and their children.

Then, they proudly claim how much they despise Targaryens and how they are the worst, but at the same time, they stan Aegon the Usurper and one-eyed Aemond the Kinslayer (who posses the worst Targaryen traits possible).

They hate Targaryens for using their dragons, but are big fans of Aemond, who used his dragon to commit murder for no reason and then burn the Riverlands for no…oh pardon me, there is a reason. Listen to this: because he was mad. Awwww. Poor baby.

They don’t need to worry. The Targaryen dynasty did just fine without dragons and ruled for many years after the Dance.

They are nothing without dragons, huh?

May I present Rhaenyra and Daemon’s glorious bloodline:

Aegon III Targaryen

Viserys II Targaryen

Daeron I Targaryen

Daeron II Targaryen

Daemon Blackfyre

Brynden Rivers (Bloodraven)

Shiera Seastar

Daenerys I Targaryen

Jon Snow (show-wise)

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Exactly!! The fact that we immediately think of Sansa when Jon mentions blushing maidens and willowy princesses in towers, means we are supposed to think of her. Its that obvious to us, imagine how much obvious it would be to the writer. Why is Sansa in the subtext? Of course to show us she isn't Jon's type of woman!! But the question is why would we need to know Jon's sister, whom he rarely thinks about and vice versa, is not his type?? 🤦🤦 Anyway this aspect is about the personality Jon likes, however, as shown by Ygritte and Val, he IS attracted to women who look like Catelyn. Which makes his dismissal of ladies very suspect.

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Indeed. Why would GRRM need to emphasize how much Jon isn't into his least favorite sister? Seems oddly nonsequitur.

He could just actually have Jon voicing his heartfelt appreciation for warrior women. List everything he admires about that specific aspect of their identity. I'd love to see it! Surely, Ygritte slitting a guy's throat could be "a sight so lovely"? Val offering to geld him could "stir something" for him? No?

Instead, he has Jon going into detail about what he totally absolutely most definitely very extremely does have zero appreciation or need for. Several times. Because of how very important it is that we know how much Jon thinks about what he Most Definitely Isn't Into. Because that's really narratively important for the reader in 2011, when ADWD was published. Knowing that Jon is extremely repelled by willowy blushing maidens in towers brushing their hair really informs his struggles with integrating the wildlings or fretting over Mance Rayder's rescue mission.

#silly #jonsa

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I end up writing a lot about Jon Snow and Arya Stark because their relationship is indeed special in the world of Asoiaf.

However, in terms of siblings bonds, love and friendship, Jon is also incredibly close to Robb. As Jon puts it, his best friend and rival and constant companion. And even just reading Jon's memories of Robb and their interactions before he leaves for the Wall is just some of the emotionally heavy moments in Jon's POV chapters. He thinks of Robb more than even Arya. When he says farewell to his best friend Samwell in book 5, it's Robb that he remembers. If we look at mentions of the Stark siblings in Jon's POV chapters:

I know GRRM has mentioned he regrets not giving Robb a POV and I have to agree because I would have loved to burrow into his thoughts on everything.

It's clear from the text, IMO, that Robb understands and empathizes with Jon being a bastard where Arya (and Bran) are too young for the same. When Robb is a little kid he doesn't get it - the same way Arya and Bran don't get it when we meet them at the start of AGoT. We have Jon's own memories of him and Robb playing and Robb declaring that Jon can never be Lord of Winterfell because he's a bastard.

An older Robb, however, keenly empathizes with Jon. I imagine it can't have been easy to accept that he was destined to be a Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North while the half brother who grew up side by side with him had no proper future planned out for him. It would not have been easy for him to see Jon seated separately or not allowed in the training ground with a prince. He would have sensed Jon feeling ostracized and bitter and understood the cause for it.

Robb would have understood that Jon had nowhere else to go when Jon chose the Wall. That with Ned and the other adults not offering other options for Jon, the Wall was a chance for Jon to be a ranger like their uncle Benjen.

It can even be argued that Robb marrying Jeyne after she 'comforted' him was so as to not do what his father did. We see Jon wrestle with the same dilemma with Ygritte, determined not to be like his father and avowing sex so as not to have a bastard.

He seemed to have trouble saying his brothers' names. "That night, she . . . she comforted me, Mother." Catelyn did not need to be told what sort of comfort Jeyne Westerling had offered her son. "And you wed her the next day." He looked her in the eyes, proud and miserable all at once. "It was the only honorable thing to do. She's gentle and sweet, Mother, she will make me a good wife." - Catelyn, ACoK

The little bit where Robb and Jon say farewell is so loaded with both of them leaving things unsaid but understanding what was left unsaid at the same time.

In fact all of Jon's farewells - with Bran, Robb and Arya in that order - establishes the kind of relationships he has with the 3 of them in increasing order of importance. Robb and Jon's conversation in particular, demonstrates their maturity, understanding and love, and touches on a shared sense of empathy between them.

"You Starks are hard to kill," Jon agreed. His voice was flat and tired. The visit had taken all the strength from him. Robb knew something was wrong. "My mother …" "She was … very kind," Jon told him. - Jon, AGoT

Without Jon saying anything, Robb senses an emotionally heavy interaction with Catelyn. This speaks to Robb knowing how Catelyn has previously treated Jon and Jon's own response to that.

In the same vein, Jon, not wanting to hurt Robb while saying goodbye, assures Robb that Catelyn was 'kind'. That's Jon acknowledging Robb's love for his mother even as he himself hates her.

Robb looked relieved. "Good." He smiled. "The next time I see you, you'll be all in black." Jon forced himself to smile back. "It was always my color. How long do you think it will be?" "Soon enough," Robb promised. He pulled Jon to him and embraced him fiercely. "Farewell, Snow." Jon hugged him back. "And you, Stark. Take care of Bran." - Jon, AGoT

They just love each other so much.

It also speaks so much to their bond that Jon was ready to risk desertion to help Robb in his war and begs for Robb's forgiveness when he then ultimately decides to stay at the Wall and Robb declaring - despite opposition from his mother and Theon's betrayal - that Jon will be his heir, Lord of Winterfell and King in the North, looking past prejudice and bigotry

And that's the beauty of their bond, where Jon when considering Stannis' offer of Winterfell, recalls Robb's hurtful words and is so emotionally distraught that he blacks out in fury.

“You can’t be Lord of Winterfell, you’re bastard-born. My lady mother says you can’t ever be the Lord of Winterfell.” - Robb

When all the while this was what Robb was saying about the brother he loved.

“Should I die without issue, I want him to succeed me as King in the North.” - Robb

This is why Robb Stark's last decree is important. For closure for the Jon/Robb relationship and Jon's own conflicted feelings about accepting Stannis' offer of Winterfell. To know how much Robb loved him and accepted him as a brother. That it was not all one sided - that just as Jon wanted to desert to help his brother, Robb was declaring Jon his heir and Lord of Winterfell. The decree speaks to that bond of brotherhood, trust, loyalty and love.

Jon refuses Stannis's offer because of preconditions like burning the Winterfell Godswood - the Old Gods of the North - and his guilt of taking what was Robb's. With Robb's decree there are no such preconditions and it affirms Robb's trust in him to do what's right.

And I hope some day GRRM finishes TWoW and we get to read Jon Snow's reaction to getting that final decree and knowing that Robb did indeed think Jon would be Lord of Winterfell.

#Robb Stark #Jon Snow #ASoIaF

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 36: Thanks indeed

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

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Status: Finished

Warning: None

Author’s note: Part two of thanksgiving! WHOOP WHOOP.

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All eyes turn to you once you are both down and you hide behind Jason, blushing because of all the attention. Jason smiles and moves out of the way to present you. He takes your hand and pulls you towards Diana, who you were looking at in pure awe. “Aunt Diana, this is YN, my soulmate. She is a big fan of yours.” He presents you sweetly, placing you in front of her and your cheeks grow hot. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Wonder Wo- I mean, miss Diana!” You say making her laugh. You want to die of embarrassment. “Well it is true what they have been saying, you truly are blessed with beauty! The pleasure is all mine, child. Do tell me, are you sure you are not a lost child of Themyscira? Artemis was right in saying that you look the part.” She responds making you giggle and shake your head with a smile as an answer to her question. Diana smiles at you and waves as Jason pulls you away. You wave back and excitedly whisper to Jason, “omg! Jason! Did you hear that! She complimented me!” Making Jason laugh. “Rightfully so, love, now” he pulled you in for the of a red head boy and Artemis, “to formally introduce you,this is Artemis and Roy, part of the team of the Outlaws and my best friends” he says and Artemis laughs and smiles whilst Roy nods with a smirk. “Good to finally, ACTUALLY meet you, gorgeous” said Artemis with a wink making Jason scowl and mutter “behave” at her, causing both of you laugh. Roy takes your hand and shakes it, “Good to finally meet the one that finally cuffed this dumbass, good luck dealing with him” he says making you smile and nudge Jason, who rolled his eyes at his best friends and says, “ok ok, we do not need to scare her away”. The four of you laugh and engage in small conversation as Jason brings you closer to a hug. Before you can get too comfortable in his embrace, Bruce calls you over and Damian takes your hand and pulls you away. He brings you close towards the Kent’s, who are all standing there waiting for you to arrive. Once you get there, Bruce begins to speak, “Ah yes, this is YN, the newest addition to the family” and you can’t help but smile at the fact that they already introduce you as family. “YN, this is Clark Kent, his wife, Louis Lane, his kids, Conner and Jon, and his cousin, Kara.” You smile at all of them and wave, you fail to see Kara narrow her eyes at you. “It is a pleasure to meet you all” you politely respond and Lois brings you in for a hug. You hear Clark ask Bruce, “you adopted another one?!?!” And once Lois lets go, you see Bruce answer, “nah, this one is Jason’s girlfriend, not adopted” Clark smiles and teases Bruce by saying, “you do have a problem with that” to which Bruce retaliates with a huff, rolled eyes and a pouted lip, “I do NOT”. You laugh at the exchange and turn to look at the others. Conner extends his hand and introduces himself. Kara keeps on glaring daggers at you so instead, you look down at Jon and smile. Damian had stepped back throughout the whole exchange but now, he returned to your side and was looking at Jon, puffing his chest with pride. “Kent, this is YN, my new older sister.” He says with a smirk and Jon stared at you with awe. “Hi! My names Jonathan but you can call me Jon, I am Damian’s best friend” he says with a wide smile and you coo at the sight. Damian rolls his eyes and responds, “we aren’t best friends, Kent. Just close allies”. Jon laughs and replies, “that’s just a synonym for friend Damian�� with a sing song tone and just before Damian can answer, Alfred interrupts and tells everyone that dinner is ready. You turn to find Jason and once you see him, you go towards him, hug his arm and smile at him. He smiles back and you hear Roy throw a comment about how Jason is whipped to with he shoot a middle finger towards Roy making you giggle.

Once you are all settled at the table, you stay quiet and observe everyone as the chatter stars again. Bruce is at the head of the table. To his left is Clack, Louis, Kara, Conner, Tim, Steph, Duke, and Cass. To his right is Diana, Artemis, Roy, Jason, you, Dick, Damian, and Jon. Finally, after placing all of the food at the end of the table, Alfred sits at the other end of the table. You all thank Alfred and begin to eat. It feels a little weird because you are used to doing a prayer before eating whenever you are back home, so you do a little prayer in your head and dig in. As you eat, you notice Kara continuously making eyes at Jason and glaring at you which confuses you so you tap Jason’s shoulder and lean in to ask him but before you get the chance to, Lois interrupts. “So, YN, I hear you are an architect.” You smile and nod, you love your job and you never mind talking about it. “Yeah, I am.” You answer and it is now Clark’s turn to ask, “Any of your works we might know?”. You think a little and then answer him, “Actually, yeah. Even though I work mainly in Gotham, Start city and Central City, there have been a few times I’ve worked at Metropolis. Do you know the New Stars Theater at 57th Shine Street?” everyone from Metropolis nods, all intrigued now that you were talking about their city. “Well yeah, that’s my design. The new owner of the theater district is an old friend of mine so she asked for my help when it got renovated and I delivered.” She finished explaining with a bashful smile. Clark and Louis were elated, that was one of their favorite placed to go with Jon and Conner on weekends, who would have known. Jon, who was beaming couldn’t help but say, “that is sooooo cool!” Making you laugh. Before you could respond, Kara decided to voice her thoughts, “That old thing was designed by you? No wonder it’s falling apart”. You are taken aback because it was a recent renovation. How could it be falling apart? You furrow your brows deep in though and Jon comes to your rescue, “No it isn’t! It looks great miss YN, don’t listen to her” to which Louis smiles and agrees, “yes, it is functioning amazing, maybe Kara was thinking of another theater.” And you ease up at that. Damian was frowning at Kara. He never truly liked her cause he found her obnoxious and now even worst cause she tried to offend your honor. So as a result, Damian decided to brag about your talents as to shut her up and said, “YN is the lead architect for Gotham’s new animal sanctuary, she has quite the talent for design. I’d know, she constantly takes me with her to visit” and looks directly at Kara. You smile bashfully at everyone, a little embarrassed at all of the attention. This is when Diana decides to chime in, “An animal sanctuary? Isn’t that just marvelous! Is it open?” You clear your throat and take a sip of water. “Not yet, we still are creating a few habitats. It is a really large space. So it’s still a work in progress, but hey! I’ll tell you when it will open.” You smile at her and Diana claps elated, saying she will take her for that offer. Conversation and laughter picks up again, but it is not long before Kara speaks up again and interrupts the nice vibe created, “So Jason, looking mighty good” At that, Conner rolls his eyes, Tim, Dick and Duke grimace. “Not again” whispered Steph. Jon facepalmed, Damian gave her a side eye and Cass let out a deep sigh. “Has me wondering, is this” she gestures to the two of you “legit orrrrrr…?” She carried on looking at him. Jason tensed up and cleared his throat. He looked around at everyone else. Everyone was waiting for his reaction, except for Alfred, who had changed chairs with Artemis, and the rest of the “adults”. They were all engaged in a conversation, already used to dinners filled with chaos, so they ignored them. Roy tried to hide his laugh in a cough and Artemis glared at him. “It’s pretty legit” answered Jason, and Kara let out a loud laugh.

“Please! Is this another ploy to make me believe you’re not single again? Babyyyy, that isn’t going to work this time” she said finishing with a sing song tone. To that you let out a laugh and she turns to look at you, “what’s so funny?” She asks, eyes narrowed and you answer, “hun, if someone has to create a false relationship in order to avoid you, Iiiiiiii don’t think they are the problem”. Roy let a soft chuckle, still trying to contain himself and Artemis gave you an approving look. Kara rolled her eyes and turned back to Jason, “When are you giving up baby? Like come on, you can’t avoid it, it’s in plain sight, we should be tog-“ Aaaaand you were now you were laughing incredulously. “Oh, Jason hasn’t told you it seems?” You interrupt. “Tell me what?” She asks with hostility, tired of you interrupting. “I’m his soulmate” you say smiling at her, smug look on your eyes. Kara’s jaw drops. Steph and Dick are looking excitedly at the situation, drinking the drama up. Cass smiles at her food, Conner nudges Tim to confirm and Tim nods. Jon is awestruck, and Damian is smirking at Kara (he truly found her annoying). Artemis raises her glass and tips it at you, smiling and Roy is looking at Jason with wide eyes. Kara scoffs and looks at Jason, who nods in confirmation and gets up, causing everyone to look at her. “I um I- if you excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom” she says with a tight smile and leaves. Roy, Conner and Dick bust out laughing, Tim looks up and says “it’s oveeeeer”, Damian is looking proudly at YN because she won (this boy loves to make everything a competition, excuse him), Steph starts to text Barbara on what she has missed and Duke and Cass keep on eating with small smiles. At the beginning, it was funny; seeing Jason struggle with letting her down softly and squirming but uncomfortably, but over time everyone grew TIRED of it. Sometimes she would make innuendos that made the rest gag and other times it was downright pitiful. They were glad you were here this time, and that you would stick around. Kara came back after a while and dinner finished shortly.

Stephanie, Tim, Cass, and Duke went back to the living room that had the consoles set and handed out the controls to Dick, Jason, Conner, Damian, and Jon. Kara seemed to not be in the mood for playing so she settled in one of the farther sofas, looking bored. You excused yourself in order to call you mom. You had promised that you would call her by FaceTime and see all of you family so that you spent a little bit of the holiday with them. You settled for one of the balconies of the Manor that had a sitting area. There, your family passed the phone around smiling at you, saying they missed you and that they can’t wait to see you on Christmas. You hadn’t mentioned that you were bringing Jason because you wanted it to be a surprise. You call Jason to come quickly and sort of introduce him to your family virtually. You cousins and tias absolutely ADORED him saying that you should bring him next time you visit. Jason looked at you confused and you placed you finger to your mouth, motioning to keep quiet and you winked. He caught on quickly that they didn’t know yet and he laughs. He hears his siblings call for him and kisses your head, saying goodbye to your family. You stay a little while more, just listening to your family and then hang up, promising your mom you’d text her when you got home. You stand up and lean on the rails. You will never get used to the view of the Wayne Gardens. you look over to the place where Alfred’s gazebo is getting built. Keeping him away from it has been a CHALLENGE and you giggle at the thought. You hear some steps behind you and turn around expecting to see Jason, only to find Kara. You tense up and turn back around. She stops next to you and turns to look at you without saying anything. You turn and smile at her politely, not knowing what else to do. “You truly do have the beauty of an amazon…” she says softly and you look down, muttering a soft thanks. She is still staring at you, almost as if she is trying to figure you out. “Definitely pretty, I mean pretty enough to get Wonder Woman to compliment you, smart, talented, and charming. Vigilante?” You shake your head, looking at her genuinely confused and curious, “no? Hmm, you look the part, wouldn’t have guessed” she says and you answer with, “I go to the gym, helps with anxiety” and she nods. She takes a deep breathe “you know, I have been chasing him for a few years now and not once has he looked at me the way he does to you. Lucky girl. Take care of him or else” she finishes with an obvious underlying threat there and frankly you got fed up. “Or else what, Kara? I am his soulmate and nothing is changing that, I would never hurt him and if you ever dare or even think of hurting me, this family, more specifically, Jason will have your ass so don’t make try to make threats that will not end good on your behalf.” You say looking at her dead in the eye. She steps back and says “and fierce, no wonder he loves you”. You both stare at each other, you looking at her directly in the eyes and her trying to avoid your eyes, until you hear some footsteps. You turn to see Jason come with two glasses and stops when he sees the two of you. Kara excuses herself and leaves, and Jason takes her place. “How long where you there?” You ask, suddenly embarrassed. “Long enough to hear you getting threatened and then you threatening her back. Honestly, I have absolutely no idea how you do it but you manage to win a stare down with Batman and a super. You sure you aren’t a wonder? We can check DNA” he jokes as he hands you the wine glass. You laugh and respond, “even if I do come from an island, mine is tropical and in the Caribbean. So sorry to disappoint, tienes tus islas mezcladas” you joke back and he laughs. Jason tugs you to one of the chairs and pulls you to his lap. You stay there in a comfortable silence, cuddling in the cool November breeze until you decide to break the silence. You sit up, still in his lap and look at him, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something…”

Jason looks up at you and smiles, caressing your arm, “No, Kara and I never dated. She has always had a crush on me, even back when I was Robin, but as she grew older, weeeeell she got bolder and well it grew even more annoying. You could tell by the reactions of the others. I normally ignore her and all, knowing it’s just a superficial crush, nothing deep. Even if it’s a little unnerving at times” he says and you laugh shaking your head. “It wasn’t about that” you say and Jason looks at you curiously, “then about what, preciosa? don’t tell me Roy scared you away with all of the stories, I am so sorry, I told him to behave but he listens with his ass so” he says and you laugh even louder. “Noooo, not about that, although now that you mention it, you should prepare yourself for all of the stories my family will have about me. There we will be even” you say and Jason smiles fondly, he was excited to go to your home and meet everyone. “I was wonderiiiing” you continue and he gives you his entire attention, “Since you practically live there already, iiiiiiif you’d like to move in with me?” You ask and Jason stays silent for a moment. You are nervous with his reaction. Was it too soon? Would this become a fight? What if- “I’d love to, mi amor.” He smiles brightly at you, takes both of you drinks, placing them at the table, and pulls you for a tight hug. “Love, I thought you’d never ask!” He says and you giggle.

You both decide to spend a few more moments together, cuddling and enjoying each other’s presence before Dick barges in, killing the mood. “As much as I hate to interrupt, we are going to play monopoly, just dance, charades, and clue aaand also restarting the Mario kart tournament so Bruce was wondering if you guys were coming?” You nod excitedly and the three of you headed back to where everyone else was. The rest of the night was filled it’s laughter, fun, and a lot of family time. You could get use to this.

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