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writingfeatherduster · 3 years

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Hmm a sansby prompt? If you want something slightly more angst filled, maybe have Grillby be the knight in shining armor after someone won’t take no for an answer from Sans? Or maybe just some cute fluff, like cuddling while watching a movie :3

As I like to say in these situations- why not both?

Keep You Safe

Word count: 2667 Summary: When someone won’t take no for an answer, Grillby steps in. Warnings: Sexual assault SERIOUSLY, MIND THE WARNINGS

Sans always hated it when there weren’t any available seats at the bar. It was great that Grillby’s was getting good business these days, but it also meant he’d have to wait a bit to talk to his favorite fire monster, and he couldn’t even watch him while he worked very well. The skeleton caught Grillby’s eye as he came in and gave him a little wave and a wink before making his way towards one of the booths closest to the bar. Grillby gave him a nod and got back to mixing the line of drinks he was working on. Sans couldn’t help but notice that Grillby looked nervous. The skeleton frowned a bit and kept a careful eye on him, praying that a stool at the bar would open up soon so he could help. He was watching the bartender so intently that he barely noticed when another monster came and sat next to him in the booth.

“Well hi there,” the monster said with a toothy grin. Like, really toothy. Because she was a shark monster. She was probably wearing more makeup than clothes, and the look she gave Sans was positively predatory. The skeleton could already see where this was going.

“Lemme stop you right there.” Sans scooted sideways in the booth, putting a bit more distance between himself and the stranger. God, this lady reeked of perfume. “I appreciate it, but I’m not really looking for any’body’ to hand out with right now, heh.”

Sans knew he was hilarious, but he still thought she laughed too hard at that. Instead of backing off, she inched closer to him. “C’mon, cutie, don’t be that way! Besides, you didn’t need to look. I found you first~!”

“Unfortunately,” Sans grumbled. He moved over again, finding his shoulder against the wall. “Really, lady, not interested tonight.”

“You know, you’re really hot, for a guy with no skin.” The shark monster moved in closer, turning towards Sans and putting one hand on the wall next to his head. “Don’t be so cold. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink?”

With the shark monster leaning over him, it occurred to Sans just how bad this was. He’d teleport out, but he couldn’t focus on a location with this monster’s damn perfume giving him a headache. He was well and truly trapped, hidden by unsuspecting crowds of monsters and a secluded booth. “Answer’s no,” he tried, “Back off.”

She laughed at him again, suddenly slipping a hand under Sans’s shirt. He slapped it away, but she just grabbed his wrist and pinned it to the table, moving in again to rub his ribcage. “You really are just bones and magic, aren’t you? There are so many places I could get inside you, hehe~. Come on skeleton, let me show you some real fun~.”

Sans froze as her hand started to wander downward. This couldn’t be happening. Fuck, no, fuck fuck fuck fuck-

WHOOSH! BANG!

The monster over Sans went still as the bar went silent, eyes wide. There was a dark char mark on the wall above the booth’s table. A few inches to the left, and it would have hit her square in the back. She withdrew her hand and looked behind her, eyes widening further as she paled.

Grillby was standing in front of the booth, and he looked pissed. His fire was burning higher and hotter than Sans had ever seen, the heat radiating off him as his entire body crackled. The glare he fixed the shark monster was murderous, and to make things more frightening, he’d summoned an arc of fireballs over his head, ready for a fight. “Get. Your hands. Off him,” he snarled darkly. His usually warm voice had taken on a dark, steely edge that Sans had never heard from him before. In that moment, the skeleton was fully convinced that Grillby was capable of killing.

The shark monster was quick to comply, scrambling away from Sans and stumbling over themselves as they hastily stood from the booth. “Right! I’ll- um- I’ll be g-going the- ah!”

Grillby grabbed her by her neck, dragging her forward. The shark monster cried out as her moist skin steamed, drying out and threatening to blister. The fire monster paid that no mind. “Oh? And where do you think you’re going?” he asked threateningly. “We’re not done here. I think you and I need to have a little c h a t.” He raised his hand, the fireballs moving in closer. The monster whimpered at their heat, struggling as the grip on her neck tightened.

Ding! You’re blue now!

The shark monster was suddenly pulled down, out of Grillby’s grasp. As soon as she was free, she made a break for the door, terrified. The bartender moved like he was going to pursue her, but a wall of blue bones appeared in front of him, making him stop. Grillby stepped back, glancing towards the booth.

Sans had his hand up, both pupils gone and shaken. “H-hey, Grillbz? Why don’t we just calm down a sec? I’m okay, see? Nothin’ happened, s’all good.”

The fire monster paused, looking back at the door. After a moment, his gaze dropped and the fireballs he summoned disappeared in wisps of smoke. His hands were shaking. He turned back to the booth and walked towards Sans.

“Did she hurt you?” Grillby mumbled, hesitating by the table. All at once, the calm, caring Grillby that Sans knew had come back, eyes full of fearful concern. “I’m so sorry, Sans, I-i didn’t see her come in. I should’ve been keeping a better eye out, I know this booth can be secluded and-”

Sans’s pupils slowly lit up again as he relaxed. “Nah, Grillbz, I’m fine,” he reassured. He let out a shaky sigh as he finally relaxed. “Not gonna lie, that was pretty intense. Never thought I’d ever get to see you so ‘fired’ u- whoa!”

Grillby suddenly pulled Sans out of his seat, wrapping his arms around him and burying his face in Sans’s hoodie. The monster was shaking all over. He was angry, but when he’d seen Sans cornered, he’d been so scared. The skeleton had insisted he wasn’t hurt, but Grillby found himself summoning small flames of green magic anyway, letting them dance over Sans as they checked for any injury.

Sans huffed fondly, the last of the tension leaving his bones as he returned the embrace. Grillby’s natural scent of smoke was much better than sickeningly sweet perfume. “I’m okay, Grillby, I promise. Maybe we should go somewhere quiet to chill for a sec?”

“Agreed,” Grillby mumbled into his jacket. He pulled back slightly, then suddenly picked Sans up.

Sans squeaked, then laughed. “I can walk, y’know.”

“I know,” was all Grillby said as he carried Sans back into the kitchen, bringing him to the small table in the back corner. Instead of setting him down, Grillby sat in one of the chairs and kept Sans in his lap, never releasing him from that warm, protective embrace. Safe and secluded, he let his guard down a bit, one hand coming up to cup Sans’s cheekbones. “I’m sorry. That- that was unlike me. I just…”

“Hey, I get it.” Sans brought his hand up to cover Grillby’s. “You don’t need to be apologizing. I should be thanking you. If you hadn’t come over she probably would’ve… she…” The full reality of what had nearly happened started to sink in and Sans started trembling. “She probably would’ve… fuck, what the fuck…” Tears started to fill Sans’s eyes as the last of the adrenaline drained from him. “Holy shit, I almost got raped. I almost got raped. What the fuck?”

Grillby pulled Sans close again, rubbing his back soothingly as the skeleton gripped his shirt. “I’ve got you, breathe,” he mumbled gently. There was the breakdown he’d been anticipating. “It’s okay if you need to cry, I’ve got you. We’re alone. You’re safe now.”

That was exactly what Sans needed to hear. He sobbed quietly into Grillby’s shirt, trembling as he tried to process what exactly just happened. What nearly happened. What could have happened, if Grillby hadn’t swooped in and put the fear of whatever God might be out there into that scummy pervert. He slowly became aware that Grillby was humming, the low vibrations soothing in Sans’s skull. The skeleton sniffled and wiped at his eyes. Deep breaths. He was safe. Deep breaths.

“I’m going to close early,” Grillby mumbled gently. “Will you be alright if I leave you here a moment?”

Sans nodded. “Yeah, I-i think I’m good. I’m just gonna go home.”

“No.” Grillby pulled away, meeting Sans’s eyes. “You are in no condition to be using your shortcuts, and I’m not going to let you walk in case that- ...in case it isn’t safe, this time of night. Go ahead and text Papyrus. You’re going to be staying with me this evening. I-if that’s alright,” he amended quickly. The last thing he wanted to do to Sans was force him into something, especially after what had transpired that evening.

Sans didn’t feel forced at all, though. He gave Grillby a weak smile. “That… that sounds nice. Yeah. I wouldn’t mind that. You go close up, I’ll text Papyrus.”

Relief filled the bartender and he stood, careful not to drop Sans as he transferred the skeleton to the chair. “I’ll be right back,” he assured as he straightened up. With that, he walked back out to his restaurant to herd customers out.

Sans had never seen the inside of Grillby’s apartment before. He knew the bartender lived in an apartment above the restaurant, and that the stairs lead directly into the kitchen, but that was about it. It was a little smaller than Sans had anticipated. Most of the space was taken up by the living room, with a cozy-looking couch piled with pillows and a bookshelf that looked ready to collapse under the sheer number of books that had been stacked on it. A small kitchenette was tucked into the corner of the apartment, and it looked like there was only one bedroom and a bathroom down the short hallway. It took Sans no time at all to make himself comfortable on the couch, kicking off his pink slippers and nesting into the cushy throw pillows.

Grillby gave the skeleton a fond smile, taking the comforter off the back of the couch and draping it over Sans’s shoulders. “Would you like me to turn on the television? I don’t have much in the way of movies, but my niece brought me a copy of a human show that I find to be fairly interesting. I mostly watch for the music.”

“Heh, so long as there are jokes in it, I’m down,” Sans replied with a shrug. He would probably fall asleep part of the way through it, but some background noise wouldn’t hurt.

Grillby kneeled next to the television and pulled out a small booklet, flipping through it to find the first disk. “Here we are,” he mumbled to himself as he found the one he wanted, getting everything set up before taking the remote and sitting on the opposite end of the couch. The disk loaded and a colorful title lit up the screen.

Sans tilted his head, mildly interested. “‘Steven Universe’, huh? No offense, but I never pegged you as a guy that’d be into cartoons.”

“It’s an occasional indulgence,” Grillby mumbled with a shrug. Was he blushing?

Sans snickered. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Grillbz. If you like it then it must be a good show. Let’s see what it’s about.”

Grillby smiled a bit, then hit play, relaxing back into the pillows. “I think you’ll like this one. Humans have such interesting concepts of magic…”

Four episodes later, Sans was hooked, watching the screen intently. He had to get himself one of those novelty backpacks. As he watched the protagonists fight evil breakfast foods, he turned to tell Grillby a joke, only to find himself meeting the bartender’s eyes. Grillby blushed and quickly looked back at the screen, but it was too late. He was caught staring.

Sans just chuckled. “Uh, can I help you with somethin’?”

“Sorry,” Grillby huffed, adjusting his glasses. At some point he’d undone his tie, letting it hang loose around his neck. He’d slipped off his shoes and pulled his knees up, hugging a pillow as he sat curled up on the couch. There was something about seeing Grillby this way that made Sans’s soul feel light. It just felt so… domestic, sitting there and watching one of the bartender’s favorite shows together. Grillby cleared his throat, breaking Sans from his thoughts as he continued. “I’m… still worried about you. Are you certain you’re alright?”

“Yeah,” Sans replied automatically, but that didn’t seem to reassure the fire monster at all.

“Sans,” Grillby sighed, reaching for the remote and pausing the show, “Please, be honest with me. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Sans took a deep breath and thought about it. After a long moment, he finally answered. “Okay, maybe not,” Sans admitted, “But I’m doing better. This,” he said as he gestured around himself, “Is helping. Like, a lot. I think this is exactly what I needed.”

Grillby nodded a bit, satisfied. “Well, is there anything more I can do for you?”

“I’m good.” Sans shrugged a bit, then took another look at Grillby. The bartender was great at reading Sans, but sometimes he forgot how good Sans had gotten at reading him in return. Grillby was tense, shoulders hitched up slightly as he hugged the pillow like it was going to run away. “Is there something I can do for you?” Sans asked, voice gentling as he did. “That scared the soul out of you, too, didn’t it?”

Grillby looked away again, feeling guilty. “I’m not the one that got harassed, Sans.”

“Nah, just the one who watched his best friend get sexually assaulted,” Sans pointed out. “We were both ‘rattled’, heh. Lemme help you out, too. Somethin’ I can do for ya?”

“Well,” Grillby mumbled, “Can I… is it alright if I hold you again?”

That hadn’t been what Sans was expecting, but he was more than up for it. “Sure. You’re gonna have to let that pillow breathe first, though.”

Grillby chuckled and let the pillow drop to the floor, lowering his knees and shifting so he was reclining at an angle before opening his arms to Sans. Sans crawled over and settled himself in the bartender’s lap, arms wrapped around his torso and head resting on his chest. Grillby pressed play on the remote, starting the show again before letting his arms fall gently over Sans’s back as he held him close. Sans felt the warmth envelope him and sighed, content. “Hey, Grillbz?”

“Hm?” Grillby looked down at him with a tilt of his head. Sans’s soul melted a bit under the gently, caring gaze. God, this monster was going to be the death of him.

“Thank you,” Sans mumbled.

Grillby gave him a small smile, bringing one hand up to briefly cup the back of Sans’s skull. “You’re welcome. So long as I’m here, I’m going to keep you safe. You mean the world to me, Sans.”

And oh, if that didn’t make Sans feel like the luckiest monster alive.

They settled into a comfortable silence, watching the cartoon play on. As the night wore on, Sans found himself starting to doze in Grillby’s arms, yawning as he fought to keep his eye sockets open. “Hey, Grillbz?” he mumbled, “Maybe we should…” He trailed off as he looked up, smiling. Grillby’s head rested against the back of the couch, the fire monster fast asleep. Sans levitated the remote to himself, determined not to wake Grillby as he turned the TV off before cuddling closer and closing his eyes. Who needed beds, anyway?

Grillby was the warmest pillow he could ask for.

I hope you enjoyed this one! If you did like it, why not reblog/leave a comment to let me know your favorite part? As always, thank you for reading!

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moonculus · 3 years

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terrible things ~ wilbur x reader

angst

warnings: death, weapons, kissing (all non-descriptive)

pronouns: implied she/her

notes: inspired by the song, terrible things by mayday parade. i apologize in advance <3

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that’s when i met your father, the boy of my dreams. the most beautiful man that i’d ever seen.

“mommy?”

you looked away from your coffee cup to meet your child’s bright eyes staring back at you.

“yes, honey?” you asked, smiling softly.

“what happened to my father?”

immediately, you felt your heart tighten. you had put off talking about your husband for as long as you possibly could. phil, techno, even tommy. everyone who cared for you worried about you. you had thrown yourself into caring for your child, barely even giving yourself time to feel.

“when you’re older, baby,” you tilted your head sympathetically.

the daughter clung to your leg, pouting up at you with puppy eyes. the same her father would make whenever he wanted a hug or kiss from you. you were never the disciplinarian. to be honest, neither of you were. you hoisted your daughter onto your lap, preparing yourself emotionally.

“well, since i was your age, i was convinced i would be a leader. no one could ever tell me i needed a husband, i thought boys were frivolous. while my friends would talk about crushes and cooties, i would talk about sword skills and the inner workings of our country. i never thought i’d need anyone. until i met your father…”

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you swung your wooden makeshift sword at a tree, grunting as it was stuck in the bark. you pulled at the handle, kicked at the stump, and eventually plopped down in the grass beside it, frustratedly.

“need some help?” a soft voice asked you.

a small boy your age crooked glasses and a yellow sweater he seemed to be quickly outgrowing.

“no. i can do it myself,” you huffed, brushing yourself off and attempting to pull the sword out again.

“my dad says it’s always best to accept help, even if you think you don’t deserve it.”

“my dad used to say if you can’t do things on your own, you shouldn’t do them at all.”

“your dad’s wrong,” the boy shrugged, leaning against the tree.

“do you mind?”

“i’m wilbur,” he grinned, sticking his hand out for you.

“i’m tired of this,” you folded your arms against your chest.

“well, tired of this. do you want to be friends?”

“my dad said friends make you weak,” you muttered, shifting from foot to foot.

“your dad’s wrong,” he repeated, smiling. “anyways. sometimes, everyone needs a knight in shining armor.”

with a swift hit to the handle in exactly the right place, the sword fell to the grass. your chest rose and fell as you glared at the weapon.

“thank you,” you mumbled.

“i’ll take a friendship as an apology.”

you rolled your eyes at him, a smile threatening to cross your face.

“fine.”

wilbur’s face lit up with a toothy smile.

“but,” you began, pointing a finger at him. “only because i owe you.”

“oh, of course,” he nodded, stifling a grin.

“y/n. my name. i’m y/n.”

“y/n,” he repeated. “i like it. i’ll see you around, y/n.”

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“and then what happened?”

your curious daughter that had been squirming in your lap, now settled, relaxing in your arms.

“well, a few years passed, and we became practically attached at the hip. inseparable…”

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i can tell by your eyes that you’re in love with me

“stay together- be safe!” phil called after the two of you, as if you would’ve gladly left the other alone.

“we will!” you chorused, already bolting away.

the once short and underdeveloped boy had grown into a lanky, somewhat scrawny teenager. stretch marks dotted his knees from an unexpected growth spurt at twelve. he had long since ditched his glasses, claiming that he was too mature for his crooked lenses. suspiciously, he had adopted the spectacles back once he had overheard a conversation between niki and yourself in which you told her you thought boys with glasses were cute.

the two of you flopped onto your backs at the same willow tree you had first met. it had become a memorial of the start of your friendship, a place you visited often.

clouds drifted through the sky, the both of you pointing out ones that looked like ducks and cats.

“d’ya ever think about your future?” wilbur asked you out of the blue.

“yeah. i’m gonna be a ruler. you can be one of my royal consorts,” you shrugged.

“what’s a consort?”

“i dunno, i heard my mom use it once. i suppose it’s like an advisor of some kind. you’re my second in command!”

“well, i’m fine being your second. as long as you don’t let it go to your head,” he nudged you, smiling.

you rolled your head to the side, meeting gazes with wil. his eyes searched your face, and for a second you were confused. you had barely even acknowledged the thought of crushes- you didn’t know what they felt like. later on, you could assume it felt a little like this.

the two of you leaned in, connecting your lips gently. neither of you had any clue what you were doing, it was both of your first kisses. as soon as it began, you pulled away. you didn’t miss the blush creeping into wilbur’s cheeks, just as he didn’t miss the smile you tried to hide behind your hand.

“i- crap. i li-“ wil stammered.

“i know.”

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“ew, cooties!”

“you’re right, cooties. that’s why you never kiss boys,” you pointed at your daughter.

“anyways, we loved each other. we had since the day we met, just were too young to know it…”

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im asking you, please. you know that i love you, will you marry me?

“gods, you look beautiful, honey,” niki cooed as she placed flowers behind your ears.

“you think so?”

“i know so! wil is going to be speechless.”

“we haven’t been out for weeks, with all of the battle preparations,” you sighed, placing your face in your hand.

“don’t remind me. there you are, perfect!” niki smiled, squeezing your shoulders gently.

“thank you so much, i owe you.”

“oh, hush. you owe me nothing,” she dismissed. “now, hurry! he’s waiting.”

there was a calm breeze as you walked to your willow tree. the air smelled floral and familiar, like it was curated just for you. you heard the soft strum of a guitar, and your steps quickened.

a grin plastered itself across your face as you saw your love, surrounded by blue petals and lanterns, plucking the strings of his instrument. it was a scene out of a movie as you took a seat in front of him. he smiled at you softly, not speaking until the melody finished.

“i love you,” he began, clasping his hands around your own. “i have loved you since i’ve known you. you are my muse, my meaning. without you, i’d perish beyond means. i promise i’ll care for you when you’re sick, when you take up half of the bed, when you insist on midnight walks- i’ll take it all.”

by now, tears of happiness were falling down your face, you practically already nodding.

“y/n y/l/n,” he started, pulling out a dark ring.

you interrupted him, throwing your arms around his neck and all but tackling him to the ground.

“will- you- marry- me-“ he laughed in between kisses. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

“yes, yes. of course it’s a yes, you idiot. i love you,” you smiled.

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“but if you lived happily ever after, where’s dad?”

again, your heart felt pained. your eyes filled with tears as you squeezed your daughter’s hand.

“sometimes, it was just never meant to be…”

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please don’t be sad now, i really believe, you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.

you were married as soon as possible, only your close friends and family invited to the wedding at the willow tree. a few months later, you were expecting. once you told wilbur, he was ecstatic. your family was growing. alas, the past few weeks had been strained. wil had grown further apart from you, feeling as if he were worlds away while he laid next to you. it all became clear, all the pieces clicking once the three of you stood in the final control room.

“wil, please. you’re going to have a child- you have me! you can’t do this, think of everyone,” you pleaded as phil held your arm.

“i’m sorry, my love. truly. i wish there were another way. i will never stop loving you. never,” he smiled sadly, his fingers dancing across the button that would annihilate your entire nation.

“it was never meant to be.”

phil held you close as you sobbed, his shouts at his son drowned out by the sounds of explosions. once the dust settled, you saw your boy, the same one who had always had the brightest eyes, dull and lifeless as he stared at you.

“i love you,” he mouthed as he nodded at phil.

you didn’t quite understand what was happening, not until it happened. your hand flew to your mouth to muffle your screams as the man’s blade plunged itself into it’s target. you scrambled to your lover, his soul already left his body. you cradled him in your arms as long as you could before his father had to carry you away from him.

from that day forward, you pledged to throw everything you could into daughter- the legacy of your late husband. you swore you’d never leave her.

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don’t let it get you, i can’t bare to see the same happen to you.

“he’s gone?” she breathed out, tears falling down her little face.

“yes,” you sniffled, failing to hold back your own tears. “yes, he’s gone. but he loved us very much, even if he never got to meet you.”

your daughter clung to your shirt, not fully understanding everything. you would explain to her later more in depth, when she was old enough to understand.

“you were his unfinished symphony. his little melody,” you smiled down at her.

melody would learn to understand her father through stories from you, her uncles, and her grandfather. the two of you continued to visit his final resting place- the willow tree you had buried him at. for a while, it had only reminded you of misery, memories you’d never get to relive. but, ever since melody had been born, the tree was rejuvenated. it even seemed to sway as if it were listening when you spoke.

your wilbur, his love, and your baby, melody.

your symphony.

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novelconcepts · 3 years

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Every time I watch episode 9 I think, for some reason, about what a long plane ride it is from Vermont to England and how Dani must of felt on that plane knowing she was going to her death and how Jamie must of felt on that plane ride, knowing what she was about to find. Not necessarily looking for an entire fic here, just wondering your thoughts on how long that journey was for them both and their mindset?

She’s fading. She can feel it--the past six months have served as more than a warning, of how it will go in the end. Moments vanishing into hours without her consent. Hours becoming days before she can blink. She’s fading, all the pieces that once were Dani Clayton being wiped slowly--slowly--slowly away like a wet cloth across a blackboard.

She moves as quickly as she’s able, knowing there isn’t much time left. Knowing the moments-hours-days in this unplugged reality can only end one way. One way that is acceptable, anyway.

The Lady would prefer otherwise. The Lady would prefer another method, another road taken. Every day, Dani gets a little closer to walking that road. Every day, the Lady gets a little closer to the surface.

She almost has a face, some days. Almost has a self, some days, beyond anything Dani has been able to make out over the years. Sometimes, she opens her eyes and watches blue eyes, long lashes, hair so dark, it’s nearly black tumbling across a sharply beautiful face, and she thinks, This will be me. If I let it. If I let her. No more Dani Clayton. No more love of Jamie’s life. Just this woman, whose red lips turn up at the corners like she knows a secret Dani would kill to keep buried.

She boards a plane. A nearly twelve-hour flight to London, they say, with expressions that suggest so much more. You don’t look so good, Miss. You don’t look so good at all. Can we call someone to travel with you, to make certain you aren’t alone?

Not alone, she thinks hollowly. Haven’t been alone in so long.

The last flight she boarded was so different. The last time on a plane, over a year ago, with Jamie at her side, had felt like one final bid for freedom. She hadn’t even cared where they were going--had just run her finger up a globe with her head turned to the side, heedless of where she’d land. Didn’t matter. Jamie’s hand over hers, Jamie’s ring caressing her skin, had been enough.

The Lady followed her, of course. She’s been outrun by too many ghosts, never once able to pull ahead in the race for her own sanity. She knows by now--knew, even before the not-quite-face started appearing in every pane of glass--there would be no escaping. A sacrifice willingly made is only legitimate if it is driven to completion.

But she’d thought--hoped--desperately needed--more time. More time with Jamie. More time burning popcorn, and lazily cherishing Sunday mornings in bed, and trying to wrap gifts the night before Christmas with Jamie bustling over mulled wine in the next room. More time. You get only so much, and she’s had so much more than she’s earned, but still--

I wish, she thinks, and does not allow herself to go further. If she finishes that thought, it’ll all change. If she finishes that wish, she might turn around in a London terminal. Book the first flight right back. She imagines herself turning up on the doorstep, imagines Jamie’s shell-shocked face on the other side of the lock. Jamie, pulling her close, whispering into her hair that she is still here, still her, still pushing toward a future both of them can see growing thin.

I wish, she thinks, and does not finish. She leans her head back, lets her eyes close, letting Jamie’s sleepy smile play across her memory. The memories are really all she has now, for this final day. This final bid for Dani. She ought, she thinks, keep her eyes open. She ought, she thinks, drink in every color the world has to offer. The sunrise. The storm. The grass, the architecture, the human laughter which ties the world together on even the worst day. She ought to keep the world firmly in hand as long as she’s able.

But it’s memory that wins out, in the end. She’s so tired. Maybe this is the Lady’s gift to her--maybe this is the Lady being kind, in her own horrific way. Not tucking Dani away, not really; Dani is terrified to let her hands off the wheel even for a moment, terrified she might wake to a plane in an unresolvable nosedive. She holds on, knowing it’s only for a little longer, knowing the exhaustion has to win out eventually--and knowing, even still, there is this one thing left to do.

No; she does not allow herself to be tucked anywhere. But the memories are stronger than the daylight stretching out beyond the plane carrying her home. The memories are stronger than the airline stewardess with her nervous eyes, than the drink cart rattling by, than the offer of food. Dani closes her eyes, and she is--

--in a bathroom, Jamie’s shirt soft around her shoulders, Jamie’s hand firm around her upper arm. Jamie, eyes refusing to shed tears, Jamie, lips trembling, Jamie, reminding her she will stay, she will stay, she has to stay--

--in a hotel in New York, skin stained with the neon of city lights strobing through the window as she kisses Jamie, as she keeps her eyes on Jamie’s face, as she watches Jamie cast her head back and arch into her hands--

--in a restaurant in Paris, cigarette smoldering between her fingers as Jamie’s hand slides around her ribs. Jamie’s thigh relaxed beneath the stroke of her fingers, Jamie’s perfume mingling with her own from the careless, easy way Jamie had leaned her head against Dani’s shoulder on the cab ride over--

--in their kitchen, a ring hidden in a pot, Jamie’s eyes widening with understanding as it clicks home that Dani is doing this, Dani is certain, Dani knows this is the thing to do even as she’s running out of time to do it. Jamie’s hands in her hair, Jamie’s thumbs on her cheeks, Jamie laughing and crying and kissing her all in mad, perfect joy--

--in the back room of The Leafling, Jamie shushing her, listening for the knock at the door that says they ought to have opened back up after lunch twenty minutes ago. Jamie shushing her, and sighing, and giving up any pretense as Dani kisses her neck, hand slipped between trouser and skin, not caring the least about time as it marches on--

--on a plane. She is on a plane, and the plane is touching down, and time is unraveling around her faster, now. She feels the world bend and twist, as though she is walking not on solid ground, but upon shifting waves. If she loses focus for even a moment, she might forget--might forget a woman cannot walk on water, might forget and sink under before she’s ready to go.

Could she ever be ready to go?

She calls a car, wishing almost that it could be a dark-haired man in glasses and a leather jacket who steps out to help with bags she has not brought. She calls a car, and closes her eyes in the cold sunshine to wait, and she is--

--in an apartment barely furnished, takeout containers spread across the floor, Jamie’s head in her lap. Jamie, saying, “Christmas in Vermont--know it’s silly, but I feel like I was always supposed to be here.” Jamie, leaning up to kiss her with breath tinged with wine, the giddy anticipation of a new life dancing along her tongue as it slides between Dani’s lips--

--in a bedroom no longer her own, tears running down her cheeks, Jamie’s pinky notched around her own. Jamie, in shades of blue and promise, saying, “D’you want company? While you wait for your beast in the jungle, do you want--” and pressing lips to white knuckle in a knight’s oath--

--in a hallway, vibrating with need, wishing she could find the words to coax Jamie into another night. Just one more night, she thinks, knowing it could never be enough. One more. And one more. And one-- as Jamie is kissing her with sweet promise, Jamie guiding her hands up to hold tight, Jamie saying, “There are other nights, and there will be...”--

--in a grove of glorious flowers, rain sweet on the air, feeling as though this is what it is to jump--to fly--to bury her hands in Jamie’s hair and linger in every inch of her skin, her jacket pulled tight between her fingers, her hips bumping into Dani’s like she never wants to be apart from her again as she recognizes, “Once in a blue goddamn moon, I guess”--

-in a kitchen filled with the mundane ease of afternoon meal, of new friends and new charges, a woman strolling in as though she has nowhere to be and no rush to find it, her eyes meeting Dani’s with the simple certainty of oh, hello, you--

--standing at a lake. She is dressed, she notes with distant alarm, in a tight red dress unlike anything she’s ever owned. She is dressed for a show no one else will see. A moment, she thinks, given to the Lady without realizing. And still, she wound up here. Still, her legs carried her all this way. The Lady had allowed it, or Dani had mandated it, but either way: she is here, now.

She is here, and she wishes. She wishes with everything she would not allow herself on the plane over. She wishes, and she dreams, and she knows she could not for all the world put Jamie through it. Even now. Especially now.

She is twisting the ring, as she begins to walk.

She is holding the ring, as the waves lick higher.

She is gripping the ring, as her shoulders, her neck, her head vanish beneath the waves.

And this, here, a final gift--from the Lady, or from Viola, or from the magic of the night Dani Clayton gave up her future to save a child from this very fate. One more sweet moment granted, as she closes her eyes, as she lets the cold seep into her bones. Her lungs are quiet. Her heart does not pound from her chest. She is--

--in a bed with someone she has chosen, for the first time. In a bed, with someone who helps banish the shadows, just a little. In a bed, with Jamie’s hair curling between her fingers, Jamie’s skin sliding warm and supple against her own, Jamie kissing every part of her she’s never allowed anyone else to grace. Jamie, asking if she’s all right. Jamie, asking if she’s sure. Jamie, already loving her in ways she can’t yet know will punctuate her entire life.

Jamie, holding her tight as she breaks, swells, breaks again. Jamie, kissing her brow, tasting her skin, testing the weight of her as she rolls them both over and takes the lead. Jamie, smiling with wonder, eyes dilated, body seeking contact as they move between soft sheets.

Jamie, falling asleep not upon finishing, but in the middle of a conversation. Jamie, who has been asking about school, about favorite movies, about Dani’s first look at the stars and last time being sick, as though she’s trying to pack a lifetime into a single night. Jamie, punctuating every sentence with fingers tracing Dani’s every scar, every freckle, every beat of a heart that already sings Jamie’s name.

Jamie, falling asleep mid-word, pushed tight against Dani as though making of herself a talisman against the dark. Jamie, breathing soft and deep and even.

Jamie, with her now, with her always, with her until the very last.

Jamie.

There is, at last, peace.

#ask #fanfiction #ficlet #the haunting of bly manor #the haunting of bly manor spoilers #dani x jamie #dani clayton #well. it's not quite what you asked for #but it's certainly what I couldn't help #you're welcome. or I'm sorry. probably both

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as i stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge (3)

Jon

After sharing another dance with Alayne, Jon had returned to the head table on the dais. The young Lord of the Vale had been sent to bed, and most of the guests had scattered across the dance floor and the other tables. Jon sat in his chair, nursing a cup of wine as he watched the other guests, and talked to whomever chose to take a seat close to him. His eyes kept seeking out Alayne of their own accord. He was loath to admit that when she'd asked him to kiss her, he had thought she meant a real kiss.

He wasn't quite sure what was happening to him. He'd never been one to be easily swayed by beauty, or to become smitten after only a few meetings, but for some reason, he found himself so strongly drawn to Alayne that he couldn't ignore it. It was almost as if part of him recognized something deep inside of her, and was dying to rediscover it.

He'd been back in his seat for about half an hour, when suddenly Harrold Hardyng came up to him and asked if he could sit down. After a nod from Jon, he did and accepted a cup of wine from one of the serving girls, turning his head in the same direction as Jon's, watching the people in the Hall with him.

Jon had seen Ser Harrold a couple of times, mostly from afar, though they had not talked before, and he believed he was a good man, even though he was probably a bit full of himself, which was to be expected. He was a knight, and his hard muscles, deep blue eyes and dimples made him a handsome young man. He was the heir presumptive to the Eyrie and the Vale, and as its current lord was a sickly child, it seemed likely he would inherit both titles. He was also Alayne's betrothed, so it came as no surprise to Jon that she was the subject he wished to discuss.

Harry, as everyone here seemed to call him, was too far into his cups, Jon decided almost as soon as he had opened his mouth. He told Jon in great detail how their betrothal had come about, including the fact that he hadn't been happy about it at first. "She is Littlefinger's bastard after all," he clarified.

Jon clenched his jaw, and his fingers tightened around his cup.

"But she is pretty, and clever, too," Harry continued. "It's a shame she's so cold."

Jon agreed with the first part of his assessment, but he didn't think Alayne was cold. Personally he had thought her warm and witty whenever they'd talked.

"Half the time, she doesn't want to dance with me," he lamented, as only inebriated men do. That was odd. Alayne had told Jon that she loved to dance.

"She was reluctant to give me her favour during the tourney," Harry complained, taking a long swig of wine. "And she won't even allow me one little kiss, let alone a bit more."

Ah, so that was the nub. Jon's sympathy for the man dwindled. Perhaps he was just eager and truly besotted with Alayne, but to Jon it sounded more as if Harry thought their betrothal granted him permission to take liberties, and apparently Alayne didn't feel the same way.

Harry sat up and waved his finger at Jon. "You shouldn't trust her, nor her father."

"Thank you for your counsel, Ser," Jon answered him, more out of courtesy than any other reason. He had already appraised Lord Baelish as an untrustworthy fellow, and though he was captivated by Alayne's charms, there was something about her that felt off. But he had seen Harry glaring at him when he'd danced with her earlier, so he didn't have much need to question his motives for sharing this information with him.

Harry hauled himself up from his chair and lifted his cup to Jon. "Your Grace," he slurred.

When he was alone again, Alysane Mormont leaned over the table and muttered: "We weren't wrong to come here. They have plenty of food. I hope you'll be able to secure it."

So far, he hadn't been able to come to an agreement with Lord Baelish, and their negotiations hadn't left him any wiser either. He knew the Lord Protector was playing a game, but he couldn't quite figure out what it was yet.

His eyes found Alayne again, who was standing just in front of the dais, talking and laughing with Myranda Royce and a skinny girl with short and shaggy black hair who he'd seen sitting below the salt earlier.

Harry had found her as well, and he inserted himself into their conversation, trying to pull Alayne into an embrace. Jon clenched and unclenched his sword hand, and Alayne tried to push Harry away. They were arguing now, and though Jon knew it would be unwise, he started wondering whether he should intervene.

More people were starting to notice their disagreement, and silence fell over the dais and the surrounding tables as people kept watching them. Jon was not close enough to understand Harry's drunken mumbling, but when he grabbed Alayne and tried to kiss her, it was clear what they'd been arguing about.

The other women managed to free her from his grasp, but Harry begged her, "Please, just one kiss, Alayne!"

"You'll be kissing the rushes if you keep that up!" Alayne threw back at him, and then Myranda emptied her cup of wine over his head.

Jon had spent the morning sparring with Larence and Alysane, and with some of the Gates' guards. He'd retreated to his chambers to freshen up, and had decided to join his men in the guesthouse's mess hall for a midday meal. When he arrived there, he found Alayne dawdling by the door, absentmindedly glancing to the right and then looking around again with her hands folded behind her back.

"Lady Alayne? What are you doing here?"

"Your Grace." She seemed a bit startled, but offered him a wide smile. "Oh, I came here with my friend Mya," she answered his question, nodding over at the end of a table to her right where he could see the girl with short, black hair whom she had been talking to at the feast. "She's taken an interest in your steward," Alayne whispered, and indeed, when he looked again, he could see Satin sitting across from the girl.

"I was just about to leave," she continued, but still lingered.

"You could stay and share a meal with me," he suggested. He'd intended to find her and talk to her anyway after the proposal Lord Baelish had made him yesterday, so now that she was here, he might as well take advantage of that.

She grinned at him. "I would love to, Your Grace."

As they sat down with their food, he wondered whether he should ask her about the incident with Harry at the feast, but if she had been upset about it, she seemed to have forgotten it by now. He didn't wish to beat about the bush, so he told her, "Your father wishes for me to wed you."

She closed her lips around a spoonful of stew, keeping her eyes on her bowl until she swallowed and said, "So I have heard."

Her face remained blank, which meant he would have to ask her directly. "Would you be agreeable to this match?"

"I am a dutiful daughter, and you make an excellent match, Your Grace."

Jon frowned, puzzled by her tepid and subdued response. Ser Harrold had called her cold, though Jon had dismissed that, especially after the spectacle he had witnessed, but now he could sort of see it. Perhaps Alayne didn't wish to wed at all. If that was the case, he wished for her to tell him so directly. he could understand her reluctance to do so, but he was not in the mood for games.

"Please, Lady Alayne, that's not what I asked."

She stirred her stew and looked up at him, tilting her head to the side and shrugged. "I'll have to think about it."

Jon spooned up his own stew and ate in silence for a while. "Would you prefer to marry Ser Harrold? He seems fond of you."

"Harry the Arse?" she huffed. "Oh yes, he's very fond of me, and of other women as well!"

So Ser Harrold was a philanderer.

"You saw the way he behaved at the feast!" she continued, smoothing back her hair with one hand, while the one that was holding her spoon trembled. "If he knew--she clasped a hand over her mouth and stared into her stew. Jon wondered briefly what she considered so shocking that she couldn't share it with him.

She was quiet for a while until she murmured, "We both know the only reason he even dared to be so forward with all those people watching us is because I don't have a real name." Her anger had deflated, and the venom was gone from her voice.

Being a man, that had never been part of his struggle growing up as a bastard, though he had heard often enough that bastard children were born of lust and lies, and that their nature was wanton and treacherous, so he could see how men with bad intentions might take advantage of that--but still, he believed wine and jealousy had been the cause of Harry's behaviour, not Alayne's name or lack thereof.

"I am sorry, Alayne," he said softly. Though he no longer suspected Harry was truly the reason for Alayne's reluctance, he couldn't help adding, "Harry is a knight though, the heir to the Eyrie. And women appear to find him attractive."

She pointed her spoon at him and grinned. "But you are a king, and quite handsome as well."

Jon tried to hide his face by looking down into his bowl of stew. The only woman who'd ever called him handsome before was probably Ygritte. He scooped up another spoon of stew and tried to focus on the other part of her answer. Marrying a king would indeed be quite an accomplishment for a bastard girl like Alayne.

"I might not be king forever," he muttered, forgetting himself for a moment, "but, aye, you're right, you'd become queen if you married me. Wouldn't you like that?"

She put her spoon down and sat back, wringing her hands together in her lap. "Wanting to be queen is a foolish and dangerous dream, especially for a girl like me." He wanted to reach out and brush the look of anguish from her lovely face.

She bit her lip. "You may be king, but would you be kind to me? Would you love me? Tell me, Your Grace, how many women have you known? And how many bastards have you sired?"

Would you love me? Was that what she truly wanted, to be loved? "Only one, and none," he answered her last two questions. "And, aye, I would try to be kind to you." He knew he hadn't replied to her second question, but he couldn't really give her a true answer to that one yet anyway.

"I suppose that makes you better than Harry," she conceded. "He has two daughters by two different mothers, Alys Stone and Cicely Stone."

Harry couldn't be much older than he was, but he had been careless enough to father two bastards already. Jon could see why that made Alayne opposed to wanting him as a husband, despite being a bastard herself, or perhaps even because of it.

"And what would your people say, if you married a bastard girl whose father barely has the right to call himself a nobleman?"

"I was born a bastard myself," he reminded her.

She nodded, picking up her own spoon again. "I'm aware of that."

"Your father is Lord of Harrenhal, and Lord Protector of the Vale," he pointed out. "And my people would see you arrive in the North with soldiers to defend them, and with food and other resources."

Her smile was wistful. "So you would be marrying me for the Vale's men and its resources."

"I came to the Vale for its men and resources," he admitted, "not to make a marriage, but your father has made marrying you the price for what I want."

She tilted her chin up and gave him a haughty look that was oddly familiar to him. "And do you consider it a steep price to pay?"

He decided to take a chance and reached out to cover her hand with his own. "Alayne," he said, "any man would be lucky to have you as a wife."

She looked down and bit her lip, but she didn't manage to hide her soft smile. "Careful, Your Grace," she murmured when she glanced up at him again, "if you keep this up, I'll start blushing again."

"Then I'll be sure to continue," he told her. "You are very pretty when you blush."

He released her hand and they ate their stew in silence, until Alayne said, ""I think you are a good man, Your Grace. And perhaps you would make a fine husband as well."

He wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he only smiled back at her.

"If we were wed, would you take me back to Winterfell with you?" she asked suddenly.

He hadn't given it much thought yet. "Aye, unless you'd prefer to stay here."

Something akin to joy flashed in her eyes as she tilted her head to the side again. "Hmm, no, I don't think that would be right," she answered, trying to hide the excitement in her voice. "A wife's place is by her husband's side."

For a moment, her smile and her words made him dream his old dream again, to be Lord of Winterfell, with a lady wife by his side who loved him and gave him children, but it was brutally disrupted when he was reminded of the ugly truth of his birth.

Alayne frowned, apparently sensing the shift in his mood, but she said, "I'd like to see your home," and offered him another encouraging smile. "Is it cold inside the keep?"

He'd loved telling her about Winterfell and he was glad to explain more. "Do you remember what I told you about the hot springs in the godswood? The castle was built over more of those springs. Their water is pumped through the walls, so it's always warm."

"That sounds lovely," she sighed. She seemed to love listening to all his stories about Winterfell as much as he enjoyed telling them. It warmed his heart, and made him eager to take her back there, the way he'd once hoped to do with Ygritte. Perhaps he could have his dream with Alayne, if only for a short while. But that didn't seem fair to her.

"I have matters to attend to," he said. "I'll leave you alone to consider... this," he concluded awkwardly.

"I've changed my mind," she announced.

He frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I said I'd have to think about it," she reminded him. "But I don't need to, not anymore. I believe I would like to marry you, Your Grace."

Gods, could he be selfish enough to let her live that lie with him until it was shattered? "Jon," he said. "Call me Jon."

"Jon," she repeated softly, and he wished he didn't like the way her lips curled around his name as much as he did.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonsa fic #jonsa ff #my writing

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White Knight - Pay & Play to Win (Fate Grand Order edition)

Weiss had often wondered what made Ruby waste so much of her time on her scroll and when she had asked the question one day, her leader had simply shown her.

Fate Grand Order.

That was the title of the mobile game Ruby was sinking at least a couple of hours a week. Time which she could have spent improving her grades and becoming a better leader. The young girl was the face of team RWBY, after all, and Weiss would not settle for less than the very best.

That said, she did not have any particular complaints about her progress over the months, but she disagreed with all the time she was wasting pointlessly on a silly game.

A fact which she voiced without any restraint and which incurred another childish (in Weiss' opinion) argument between the two girls.

Ruby: "It's not childish! It's based on the greatest heroes from Earth's history, their stories and it has many life lessons. Plus, it's fun."

Weiss simply shook her head at the absurdity of her argument. She found it hard to believe that some fictional characters and their half thought out stories could ensnare people into playing that game for hours.

Ruby: "Why don't you give it a try first before you say it's childish? I bet you'll change your mind."

Another absurdity uttered by her partner, but, against her better judgement, Weiss, decided to give the game a try. If nothing else, but to prove Ruby wrong.

After an entire week and a lot of wear to her scroll's battery, Weiss would have an epiphany and would, begrudgingly, agree with Ruby. This game was fun.

From the intriguing story, the likes of which Weiss had never seen or read to the beautiful art of the characters, the heiress could say she was hooked. She continued to play regularly, enjoying the experience as she continued to make progress through the story.

Weiss had not reached the point where she would spend money to get certain characters like she had heard from Ruby that some players did. That was until she saw him and she literally fell in love.

After spending a substantial portion of her allowance to get him when he was in the gacha, her joy could be heard across campus as she literally screamed like a fangirl when he answered her summons.

Her object of adoration? The servant Saber, King Arthur. He was everything she dreamed about. From his kind, loyal and slightly playful attitude to his charming, soft looks which made her blush every time he'd give a smile when she would level him up.

These were all traits that she had voiced quite often to her team, which was present in the room on the day the Weiss alarm rang for the first time. Weiss talked so casually about the game these days that it showed just how much she was sucked into this world.

One Saturday, as Weiss was farming like mad for materials to make her prince perfect, Ruby said something that changed her perception on life.

Ruby: "Hey, Weiss. Don't you think that Arthur is kind of like Jaune?" The girl commented as she busied herself leveling up a well known red Archer.

The innocent remark was met with the heiress looking up from the device abruptly, ready to refute the claim and defend the knight. However, Weiss stopped short to consider her words for a few moments. Moments which turned into seconds which then turned into minutes. Her eyes widened as if she reached a revelation.

Ruby... was right!

Abruptly, she jumped on her feet and walked out of the room with hurried steps. The rest of team RWBY heard her knock on JNPR's door. It opened moments later.

From the other side, Jaune had answered with a bit of apprehension. It wasn't often that someone would knock so loudly on his team's dorm room, except for Nora when she'd forget her scroll. What he didn't expect to see in front of his eyes was the familiar figure of his former(?) crush which he was trying to move on from with little success.

Jaune: "Weiss? Is everything alright…" The boy didn't get to finish as her hand grabbed his wrist, earning his full attention.

Weiss: "Come with me for a bit!"

Unable to resist, he was dragged away by the small girl. Weiss had surprised him by how strong her grip was as she led him somewhere. The poor boy was caught so off guard, he couldn't do anything.

30 minutes later, Jaune found himself in the changing room of a store. It wasn't an ordinary store, however, but one that specialised in cosplay. Outfits belonging to famous fictional characters were sold here and for some reason, he found himself ready to change into one.

Of all the places in Vale, he did not expect the girl to bring him here. Nevermind the fact that she had given him an outfit and was told to try on, something from a game Ruby played if he remembered correctly.

It was very unusual from the normally serious Weiss he knew. Still, he begrudgingly started undressing and putting on the outfit, having a new-found appreciation for the people who enjoyed cosplaying.

Weiss waited outside the changing room for 10 minutes, her mind a jumbled mess of thoughts. All ranging from curiosity about how Jaune would look to her slightly panicking that she acted so out of character and dragged him without giving a single explanation.

Looking at her feet she considered her thoughts about the boy and found that she didn't know how to feel about him. Given what occurred in the last few months, Weiss genuinely didn't know the nature of their relationship. She never thought of him much before and only recently started noticing him.

Her head snapped back up when she heard the door open.

Jaune had exited the changing room looking awkward. His steps were hesitant as if he didn't know how to walk properly in the extravagant armor. Oddly enough, despite having more layers on him, he felt a lot more exposed as if a lot more eyes were on him. Which could very well be the case, the store was huge and packed with other customers.

In his personal opinion, when Jaune checked himself in the mirror before exiting, he found that the look suited him. The blue went well with his eyes and while the silver armor was not that special, the gold accents brought everything together, matching his hair as a bonus.

However, he looked nervously at the girl who had dragged him here. Jaune didn't know why, but he felt that she had done this for a reason and while she didn't share that reason, he hoped that he didn't disappoint her.

Weiss was quiet. Almost unusually so, despite her normally verbose self. She had seen the boy exit the changing room, donning the clothes she had picked for him and her mind came to a halt.

Baby blue eyes danced around, drinking in the sight of Jaune cosplaying the prince of her dreams. The boy who had both annoyed her the most and had been the kindest to her.

Weiss: "Jaune, would you smile for me, please?" She requested quitely.

Jaune: "What?" He didn't have a good feeling about the situation. Not with how quiet Weiss was being, her previous scrutinising gaze only adding to his nervousness.

Weiss: "Just… just give me your best charming smile."

And her weird requests kept coming. Jaune was smart enough to not question them, so he did as she requested. He tried to smile once, but it felt shaky, so he stopped, took a deep breath and tried again, his thoughts on how the beautiful girl in front of him made him feel before.

Weiss' breath hitched in her chest as she looked at him. It was impossible how well he fit the look. Everything from the blonde hair, his tall and lean physique to his boyish face was a near exact match to the Saber Servant. The only discrepancy was the eye color, deep blue instead of aqua. No less perfect in her vision.

Her face burned.

The old saying turned out to be true. The clothes did make the man and in this case, they made Jaune into her dream.

Jaune: "Weiss?" He stopped smiling and was a bit worried that she had yet to say anything.

His words seemed to have been a wake up call as she acted almost immediately. Abruptly, her small hands pushed Jaune back until he was inside the changing room again. The surprise gesture made him trip and fall on his butt inside the small room.

Weiss had followed him inside with no hesitation. After closing the door, she wasted no time in straddling him by sitting in his lap and giving him a deep, hot kiss, catching him completely off guard.

They broke it off after nearly a minute. The two panted as they struggled to regain their breaths, Weiss managing to do so much quicker.

Jaune: "W-weiss? Why di…?" To say he was shocked was an understatement. This went beyond anything he expected to happen when she had dragged him with her.

Weiss: "Where have you been all my life?" Her purring voice nearly made him melt from all the affection it held.

Jaune: "I-I've literally been asking you out for weeks." Did she really not notice him all those times?

Weiss: "Nevermind that. What matters now is that we're here and we can do whatever we want." To prove her point, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned forward until her body was pressed completely against his, feeling everything. She pressed her forehead against his, the intense gaze in her eyes sent shivers down his spine.

Jaune: "I think I need an adult…" As freaked out as he was by her gesture, he could not deny the butterflies he felt in his stomach or how hot his cheeks felt. Weiss Schnee had kissed him and it made his heart start a marathon in his chest.

Weiss: "I'll make a King out of you." With a slow, sensual lick, she wet her lips and captured his again. This time, her fingers went through his hair as she got lost in the sensation. Weiss nearly moaned when she felt his hands on her slim waist, pulling her closer as he began reciprocating.

They continued like this until the staff found them and kicked them out for indecency. Weiss managed to somehow buy the outfit anyway, though.

Now they simply walked around Vale with the heiress hugging his right arm to her body closely and leaning her head against it. The boy blushed all the way, but remained quiet.

The day had only begun for them.

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Folklore (Nesta Archeron Fanfiction)

The lakes

This fanfic is pure Nesta angst. Each chapter is inspired by a song from Folklore, as if Nesta was composing/playing/singing the song while having the moment I narrate in mind. This first chapter was inspired by The Lakes, which reminded me to what Nesta might sing to her friend Claire.

“Take me to the lakes, where all the poets went to die/ I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you” meaning the true form of their relationship, and “A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground/ With no one around to tweet it/ While I bathe in cliffside pools with my calamitous love/ And insurmountable grief” being about how she misses not only her but how she made her feel.

I would like you to listen to the son after you read the chapter and check for yourself if it makes sense. The piece she sings in the begining of the chapter was also inspired by this cover of Sodier, Poet King.

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There will come a soldier Who carries a mighty sword He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Nesta’s voice was like silk as she sang to them. Elain and Claire were dancing together with their feet on the edge of the pond to the rythm of the song, and Nesta was reclining against a tree close enough for them to use her music as their own personal orchestra. The summer afternoon breeze stirred their dresses, and the sun made Nesta’s blond hair shine like gold.

There will come a poet Whose weapon is His word He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord

Her sister and her friend started singing the last verse with her. It was a well known poem, an all time favourite for the Archeron sisters and now also one of Clare’s even if it was only because of the memory she would keep of their summer afternoons, the three of them together.

There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord Smeared with oil like David's boy, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord Oh lei, oh lai, oh lei, oh Lord He will tear your city down, oh lei-oh lai... oh

Their village was too cold and too close to the Wall for troups to come in the winter or even in autumn, but at least one made an apparence during the summer, and the three girls went to see their spactacles in the plaza. Nesta and Clare were 16, Elain a year younger, and boys were starting to look at them with a special shine in their eyes. A young musician had fallen in love with Clare this year, and the girl, who wasn’t very fond of the boys she had at her disposal in the village, had enjoyed the way the rad-haired musician followed her around. He wrote a poem for her, admiring her short brown hair and olive skin, and ultimetly had asked her for a kiss, which Nesta’s friend had been delighted to give.

Her first kiss.

Nesta had never had one.

That was the topic of the day. How did it taste? And what was one supposed to do, anyway? Were you supposed to stand there and be kissed or was it perhaps more difficult than that?

“I’ll show you” Clare had offered, tired of Nesta’s questions.

With a chucke, Clare cuped her friend’s face and pressed her lips softly against Nesta’s. She was delicate, careful and sweet, and Nesta knew right in that moment that no other kiss she receibed in her lifetime would compare to that one. When they separated, Claire’s eyes were dreamy, while Nesta’s were muzzy. Both of them laughed nervously, their faces still close and Clare’s hands still caressing Nesta’s cheeks.

They broke apart when Elain cleared her throat, mad she had been forgothen in the pond. Claire laughed and let Nesta’s face go to stand up and run towards the other one. She extended her arms and Elain took her hands to run back to Nesta together.

The three of them sitted in the green grass, trying to cover their heads with the shadows the trees projected. The meadow was full of daisies and dandelions, an the pond’s water was clear. That’s why Nesta’s favorite season was summer. It rarely rained, so the dirt in the pond’s bottom wasn’t shaken by it and the surface didn’t become muddy.

“So... Elain” Clare’s smile was hussy and big, like she knew she was about to get some good gossip “Soldier, poet or king... which one would you pick?”

Usually Nesta didn’t feel comfortable talking about boys. Not yet. She kept it to herself so she didn’t look childish, but she still dreamed one day their father would gain back their fortune and she would be able to find a better man than the ones she could find in the village. But this time it was different, since it was just the three of them picking a character from a song. It was just an inocent pick. There were not soldiers, no poets and no kings there, so it meant nothing.

“Easy” said Elain “The poet is for me, the soldier for Nesta, and-”

“And the ruler for me?” Clare compleated, excited and already laughing at the idea. “I don’t know about that...”

Elain, who enjoyed this kind of games a little more than Nesta did, noded, also smiling, but with a glimpse of superiority in her gesture. “The ruler is for Feyre, dear” Her words came out sweet, but with a clear intention: to put Clare in her place. Her sister loved their friend as much as Nesta did, but sometimes she could get a little jelous if the two of them came too close and left her behind. Nesta coud understand that, it was only fair, so she allowed her to say this kind of things from time to time just to make her happy.

This time Elain was speaking the truth, though. Since they first heard the poem, the soldier had been for Nesta, a knight to protect her in her adventures. She used to play with the idea of the ruler as her pick, but she would never be satisfied with a throne that was given to her, she would rather take it herself. That’s why she needed a knight and his armies: to help her.

Then Feyre, who was the youngest and hadn’t got mutch of a personality when Elain and her became obsesed with the song, would marry the ruler and be queen. Easy.

“Finally, I would marry the poet, who, just like your musician wooer, would write a thousand poems and songs about my beauty and kindness” Elain explained to their mutual friend the story they had made up a long tme ago, when their mother was still alive and they enjoyed singing.

Now Nesta hardly ever did it, only when she felt comfortable enough to do so. With her sister and her best friend, she did, she felt safe.

“Nah, that would never work” Clare complained, taking Nesta out of her daydreaming.

“What part?” she asked.

“You and the soldier, silly!” she thought it was funny, but Nesta didn’t. The oldest of the Archeron frowned. “You could never be happy with a soldier, Nes. They work for kings, so his loyalty would be to someone else, not to you. Never to you.” Clare, who was sitted in the grass and leanin in one hand, lay down on the soil and rested her head on Nesta’s lap. “I know you, Nes, and you need someone you can always rely on, otherwise you won’t be satisfied. You don’t need the kind of safety a sword provides, you need reliability, and you would never find it in the soldier”.

Nesta’s brow was still frowned. She really didn’t like talking about boys.

“What do I need, then?”

“A poet, Nes” Clare’s voice was so blissful she couldn’t help but relax her face. She ment no harm, she was not trying to ridiculize her by bringing up the subject. Clare didn’t even know she was so insecure about it. “You need a sensible soul to feel your pain and help you carry it. You have a wonderer soul yourself, so it would be a perfect match.”

“Is Tomas your poet, Nesta?” Elain asked, bringing herself back to the conversation. This hurt Nesta a little more, since Elain did know about it, but she let it go. It was just one of those moments of jelousy she felt sometimes.

“No” she replied. Tomas was none of the three. Not even close.

“Promise me, Nesta” Clare asked. She had her eyes closed and the breeze fluttered her short hair in Nesta’s lap. Years later, The oldest Archeron sister would go back to that exact moment and wonder if she had actually been that beautiful or it was just her brain tring to keep a good memory of her dead friend. But in that moment, she actualy saw her as a sleepy angel, gifting Nesta her heart. A blessing. “Promise me you won’t settle with the soldier and you will find a poet who makes you trully happy and is devoted to you”.

In that moment she thought her friend had Tomas in mind as “the soldier”, but now Nesta fantasized with the posibility of Clare talking about Cassian. Had she known something? Like a vision sent by a forgoten god from the mortal realm? What would her friend think if she saw her now, alone in a tent, cold, curled up in a tiny matress in the Illyrian Mountains, lost in her own pain because she had wanted to trust in the soldier’s word and he had failed her? He told Nesta they would have time and he would always find her, but Claire was right and his loyalty had never been hers. What had she done? What would she do from now on?

“I promise” a youg version of herself answered.

Clare smiled and pulled Nesta’s face close to her to kiss her again.

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bexterbex · 4 years

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 30

Warning, if it hasn’t been obvious in the movies there is Nazi symbolism within the First Order. I will expand on this much more throughout the story. If this is something that bothers you, please just exit the story. The author does not condone any Nazi ideals, this is just for fictional uses only.

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 30: Taking Your Breath Away

Frankly, the kiss was something out of old Hollywood. A very Gone With The Wind inspired kiss. A kiss that made your whole body melt, if Kylo wasn’t holding you right now surely you would be lost into a puddle on the floor.

The kiss deepened, your mind went haywire and then blank. His tongue met your lower lip, begging for admittance. You complied. He roamed your mouth with his tongue touching, tasting everything.

You were on fire.

Your tongues danced in your mouth. His exploring and dominating, yours sharing and caressing. You finally have to break apart to breathe, both of you out of breath, but hungry. Hungry for more intimacy, hungry for more interaction. But you were still feeling rather faint. Your head was swirling.

Kylo immediately sensed this and shifted to have you lay back down. No longer on top of him as you were but now just cradled in his arms, by his side. His nose was buried in your hair once more, inhaling your scent.

“See I told you we need to wait.”

He chuckled a true deep chuckle. He moved to rest his forehead against yours looking into your eyes, “I know and we will. I would wait out all of eternity for you, Kitten.” There was amusement in his tone that shared the look that was in his eyes.

That was the first time he called you anything other than your name or title of Lady Ren.

“Kitten,” you ask.

He smirked at you, “Yes, because you curl up on my lap so nicely.”

You swear your face was aflame. “If I recall you are always the one who draws me into your lap.”

“Yes, but you said I get to keep you. If you think I am going to let you go then you are mistaken.” There was still some humor in his voice but his eyes were now hiding a bit of darkness behind them.

“Where would I even go,” you ask jokingly.

“Somewhere where I can’t protect you.” He didn’t take it as a joke. He was now very serious and you were unsure what to do.

“How about a deal, I only call you Kylo when we are alone and you only call me Kitten when we are alone.”

“We already had a deal with my name,” he said furrowing his eyebrows but a smirk hinting on his lips once more.

“Then how about this, I’ll promise to kiss you goodnight every night if you only call me kitten when we are alone.”

He chuckled again. “You drive a hard bargain kitten.” He then kissed your forehead.

“So it’s a deal?”

“It’s a deal,” he then pulled you back into his chest holding you close once more. His hand made its way to your entangle itself in your hair. You closed your eyes. You tried to burn this feeling into your DNA.

You stayed like that for a while keeping each other close. You broke the silence first.

“We have dinner tonight with your knights right,” you ask

“We can postpone that if you wish. Like the doctor said you need to rest.” This was coming from the man who minutes ago was taking your breath away.

“I’m pretty sure I can handle dinner. As long as they mind their manners and don’t stay too long I should be fine.”

“I think the Allegiant General would be thankful if you helped them mind their manners,” he said with amusement in his voice.

“I thought knights were supposed to be chivalrous and gentlemanly,” you said confused.

“Maybe on your planet but my knights are men who are good at what they do, and what they do is fight. They are a group of eclectic warriors who serve me. They enforce my will outside of the First Order’s hierarchy. They each have their own strengths and skills that make them effective in what they do, but manners and chivalry are not one of them. But I suppose they will have to behave themselves around a lady. Especially when that lady is you.” He placed another kiss on your forehead.

“But they are important to you, your knights?”

“Yes, in many ways. They are the first people who I can call a home of sorts. They took me in when I was a boy, they helped mold me into who I am now. They are my brothers in arms, loyal to me until death.” You could tell he was speaking from his heart, even if he couldn’t. They mean a lot to him.

“Do you think they will like me?”

“If they don’t they won’t live to say anything about it. I am their master and you are my match. I shall give them the order to protect you until their dying breath and they will follow it. In fact, they will be replacing Commander Pyre as your usual escort, Pyre was only temporary. The knights and I are permanent.”

You thought about what he said. You knew that people may be less comfortable around these knights. After all, they did his bidding what that bidding was you could only guess. From the picture in the pamphlet, you knew that somehow a stormtrooper looked more friendly.

“Well if they are anything like you I am sure I will like them,” you said confidently.

He chuckled at this. “Don’t hold your breath.”

You hummed in response going back and listening to his heartbeat again. Somehow you felt that this was the tempo that the universe ran on. At least your universe anyways. You stayed like that for a while.

“Where were they before they got here,” you ask.

“They have been stationed on the Supremacy for the last week. Before that, they were on various missions. Sometimes I go with them, other times they all go without me, and or I split them up for certain missions.”

“Where is the Supremacy ?”

“Orbiting around the planet that you call mars. Currently, we are researching what can be mined there. Your people have been looking at it as a planet to which humans may be able to survive on. The planet is rich in many valuable minerals and metals. It is also a plus that currently no one inhabits the planet so we don’t have to ask permission.” There was a mischievous look in his eyes as he said this.

“Well, I’m sorry you have to ask permission here,” you jokingly respond.

“The only person’s permission I am after truly is yours. If you weren’t here I can promise you that we would have just taken what we wanted.” His eyes were now scanning your face.

“And so the people don’t matter?”

“Not if they get in the way of the First Order no. We are doing what we are doing for the good of the galaxy if they fail to see this then so be it. I won’t be the knight that saves them.”

You took this seriously. You were the one protecting Earth now, you were its defender. You know you can’t fight with fists or guns because you are not as strong as the entirety of the galaxy. But you could fight with heart. You could make sure that Earth was safe by reasoning with the First Order, or more so the Supreme Leader of the First Order. Was freedom really the price to pay to keep your planet and people safe? Did freedom matter when lives were at stake during a galactic war? Or would you fight for freedom once it was all over? You didn’t know the answer.

“But will you be my knight, my protector?”

“Always. I would rather die than to see you get hurt.” He was serious in his proclamation. As he said before, he would like you to wield his blade for you. He wanted to give you the power to mold the galaxy, through his hand.

“Mmmm. My knight. You have no idea how many girls would be thrilled to be able to say that.” you mused.

“Well, then I have good news. Tonight you will be dining with six eligible bachelors who would love to hear that,” voice filled with humor.

“Only six? I count seven men.”

“Well, unfortunately, one of them deems himself taken with his beautiful match whom he has promised the galaxy one day.”

You burst into a full smile, not only did hee consider you an actual thing, he called you beautiful. Your heart was happy. You quickly stole a kiss from his lips, which he groaned into but sighed once it was over.

“When are they suppose to get here?”

“In about an hour, we should lie here until then.” If you thought you were close before he pulled you even closer, his arms were like steel beams--unmoveable.

“I would like to get ready, I’m pretty sure I look like crap and I kinda want to change into something to meet them.”

“You don’t look like crap, you could never look like crap.” But he groaned and released you from his arms.

You attempted to get up, your legs feeling unsure under your body. Kylo was quick to assist you to stand. Once you were firmly on your feet you moved to your room to where you thanked him and assured him that you would be fine.

You went about fixing your self up, nothing too much but your hair was kind of a mess. You changed into an outfit that you would wear to nice dinners with your family. Nothing too fancy but also nothing too risqué.

It only took you about 15 minutes to get ready but you were feeling the weight of the morning and your fainting spell catching up to you. You left your room bracing your self on the door. Kylo was right there waiting. You took his arm and he escorted you to the living room where you sit down on the loveseat. He put his arm around you and you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. You stayed like that until there was a beep at the door.

Kylo moved to get up and answered the door. He stepped aside and six tall masked men entered your living room. They all had a unique look to them but they looked similar in many ways. You were intimated by them as they all looked very scary.

Kylo seemed to sense this and ordered them to remove their helmets. You were surprised that they were all humans. They were all older than him, just as unique as their masks. One bald, some had scars littering their faces, another had a tattoo on his face all different but all similar.

You were unsure of what to say. “Uh, hello.”

There was a group laugh, one of the older knights recommended, “Why don’t we introduce ourselves doll face. I am Ushar.”

“Ap’lek.”

“Vicrul.”

“Trudgen.”

“Kuruk.”

“Cardo.”

“I am y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you.” There were nods in agreement. Kylo took your arm and lead you all to the dining room. You were unsure how this dinner was going to go.

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chimtaera · 4 years

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imagine prince jungkook.

adventure time!

jungkook isn’t the crown prince so outside of his princely duties he can go questing! exploring! adventuring!

of course his family doesn’t really approve of his activities, but they’ve basically struck up a bargain that he’ll attend court and such without making a fuss, as long as he gets to run around when he isn’t needed.

of course he has protection with him, the court approved putting together a little adventure party, which is basically just all his best knight friends, i’m sure you can guess who.

these guys have been together most of their lives, always getting in trouble as kids, climbing what they shouldn’t be climbing, fighting what they shouldn’t be fighting, eating what they- ok you get my point.

imagine a seamstress running frantically around after jungkook before an event because he always tears his clothing somehow.

or being chased out the kitchen before a big banquet with flour in his hair.

everyone loves him though.

he’s the baby of the palace, everyone dotes on him and lets him get away with mischief, ‘cause it’s cute.

and the people down in the villages love him too.

they’re always excited to see him ride out on an adventure, or to see him coming back form a quest.

and he’s often invited in for a drink at the taverns, to tell stories from one of his quests.

and if there’s any loot he shares it, because he doesn’t actually need any of the gold and jewellery.

boy is more likely to like, take a hedgehog he rescued with him as a pet, or like, keep a really round rock he found in a river when he stopped for water, than he is to hang onto any of the valuable stuff.

people in the tavern be like “ooh, look at all that gold.” and jungkook will be like “ok sure but guys this rock is so smooth, u gotta feel it.”

probably has separate room in the palace just for his adventure keepsakes, and he keeps it very organised and tidy.

oh and people write songs and poetry about jungkook and his brave knights’ many adventures, but the best songs are of course his own.

because, like any royal, jungkook is highly educated.

in everything from politic and war, to the arts.

and, like any good royal, he’s also a brilliant poet.

so how did you two meet? ok story time

you live in the woods somewhere far away, at the bottom of a mountain, just u and ur doggo.

you have a little cottage that’s been with your family in generations, it’s where you’ve grown up and you didn’t really know much else so you stayed.

you travel to the nearest villages if you need something, about a day’s journey, but you’ve never felt very welcome.

they’re not mean, it’s just- you’re an outsider, and an outsider you shall remain.

so your doggo wakes you up one morning and you’re like?? what is it

it’s clear the doggo has found something outside and desperately needs you to come see.

you’re like, did you find another baby bird that’s fallen out of its nest?? do i gotta raise a NOTHEr baby bird ?? istg

the answer is no, but also yes.

jungkook looks to be fast asleep in the moss and soft heather, he’s got a few scratches, but he’s got lovely pink nose and lips and seems quite healthy.

you gently prod him awake like, u ok my guy ?? you’re gonna catch a cold come have some tea.

he’s a little spooked at first, with his big round eyes snapping open to stare at you, rendering you a little speechless at first.

but eventually you explain that you live here at the bottom of the mountain and that your dog just have smelled him because they woke you up to come find him.

doggo takes the opportunity to introduce themselves, you know, the way dogs do, and that’d the first time you hear jungkook giggle, and suddenly you understand what your grandma was warning you about when she said to stay away from the pretty boys.

you invite him to come warm himself in your cottage, you just put a log on the fire before going out, so it should be warming up by now.

he’s like umm uh sure

and you’re not sure why he’s so hesitant, you’re not a very intimidating figure even though you live in the woods by yourself.

but then as the two of you start making your way back to your cottage you start to realise he has some difficulty keeping up with you.

it’s dark, but you still se him grimace when you turn to look for him.

“oh no, you must be hurt!” how silly of you, why else would he be sleeping in the woods behind your house.

“ah, no it’s- i’m just, uh... yeah. okay, yes.”

turns out he’s twisted his ankle falling from his horse, and the way down the mountain in the night has only made it worse.

you help support him the rest of the way back, much to his embarrassment.

as you sit him by the fire and make tea and a little breakfast he explains that he was on his way back home from his quest when he lost his companions, and later his horse when it got spooked.

when he finally got to the bottom of the mountain, which had taken him almost all night, he was exhausted and fell asleep as soon as he sat down to rest a little.

he seems a little embarrassed, so you tell him it’s the sort of thing that could happen to anyone, and maybe you tell him that story about how you fell down the mountain as a child and almost scared your grandmother to death, but by some miracle you survived with barely a scratch.

anyway, he’s lucky you found him.

jungkook asks how far the nearest village is. his friends will be looking for him and perhaps he can find a horse there, or send word of his whereabouts.

you tell him it’s about a day’s walk and he’s not going anywhere on his ankle, it needs at least a few days rest, but he’s welcome to stay with you in the meanwhile.

in that case his friends will probably go back home, and gather a party to come search for him, it might take a few days.

again, he’s embarrassed but very thankful, and you find it adorable.

he is very cute actually.

like super handsome, he’s tall and seems strong, he’s so well-spoken and well-mannered he seems almost otherworldly to you, but he has a shyness to him, and a playfulness, and the way he takes everything in with his wide, enthusiastic eyes really adds to his boyish charm.

as the sun comes up you get some water so he can wash up, and help clean the scratches on his face and neck.

he’s actually?? so pretty ?? it’s very distracting, you’ve never seen anyone that looks like this and especially when he blushes wow

you think it’s just because he’s embarrassed, but in actuality it’s because you’re really close and kinda very cute and you smell so nice?? like earthy and warm and dried flowers and herbs.

you spend your day like you usually would, but with jungkook helping out where he can, like chopping wood because he can do that seated.

and it’s so nice to have his company tbh, you two talk about everything and nothing, and in the evening you make dinner, and sit by the fire in the dark.

and that’s when he starts humming.

and you’re like?? omg what is this

you’ve only ever heard your grandmother sing, or like drunk people in taverns, and you only know a handful of songs so this is new!!!

you ask him to sing for you, and he’s a little flustered but he does so gladly.

and it’s a m a z i n g omg let me tell you

imagine sitting by the fire? in a little cottage miles away from anything? cozied up with your doggo and a cup of tea? and jungkook? singing? songs about epic battles and tragic romances and awesome adventures?

you make him sing every song he knows and eventually you ask to hear some of them again, and you two sit up sooo late sharing songs and stories.

jungkook never mentions he’s a prince though.

you let him have the bed and sleep in a chair by the fire that night, although it takes a while to convince him.

another day goes by like that, and you’ve come to really enjoy his company.

you know he has to leave, but you know it’s going to be strange to be so alone again when he does, and you find yourself wishing he could stay forever.

you were never discontent with your life, but you realise you like sharing it with someone.

that night he insists you sleep in the bed, and after a little arguing you agree, but only if he'll sleep in it too.

and he’s very flustered but he agrees and you pretend you’re not flustered too.

you two sat up until late again, talking and singing, but it’s hard to fall asleep with all the butterflies in your stomach, and he smells so nice??

like, you don’t know what expensive smells like.

but that’s what he smells like.

just the lingering remains of exotic spices and perfumed oils.

it’s really nice to wake up next to jungkook.

like, really, really nice.

like, your heart swells with warmth and fluff and it feels like it’s gonna burst or do a dance or something so you have to get out of bed, and only watch him sleep for a very brief minute.

at breakfast you notice that one of the scratches on his forehead looks a little inflamed, so you go out and pick some healing herbs while he chops more wood.

you’re both very quiet as you apply the paste you’ve made of the herbs to the cut.

he’s sitting in the chair, you standing over him, and watches you so closely with his shiny rounds eyes that it gets very hard to focus.

as you finish up you meet his gaze and find it impossible to pull away like you had intended to do.

without a word, like magnets, the two of you are drawn to one another and meet in a kiss.

carefully, he wraps his arms around you and scoops you into his lap, and you in turn wrap your arms around his shoulders and deepen the kiss.

and then the doggo barks.

you pull away from each other but can’t look away, just smiling shyly at one another for a moment before the dog barks again, and you decide you should probably check it out.

outside, you call the doggo and they appear through the trees, followed by jungkook’s search party.

you feel a little forlorn as they greet one another as old friends and you realise you will have to say goodbye to jungkook already.

but you knew it would happen eventually, so you suck it up.

“are you ready to leave, your majesty?”

“your majesty?” because of course he is, i mean, look at him.

cat’s outta the bag.

jungkook realises all too late that he has to leave you too, and makes a hurried excuse that he has to fetch something inside, to get you alone.

once you’re alone he kisses you passionately and tells you in a rush that he’s a prince, that you are the most enchanting person he has ever met and that he will return to you as soon as he can, that while he is gone he leaves with heart with you.

and then he leaves.

and you don’t know this but when he comes home he writes many sonnets and sings many songs about you, and your little cottage in the woods, by the foot of the mountain.

so much so that he begins a whole new movement in literature, a genre idealising the simple life, chopping wood, gathering herbs in the woods and raising baby birds, all with the one you love, miles away from anyone or anything.

and when he comes back to see you he brings you a horse, so you can come and see him whenever you want.

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aforrestofstuff · 4 years

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Just wondering, what's OPM characters' favorite season or the kind of weather they enjoy the most? And why?

Thanks for your ask, anon! It’s been a hot minute since I did one of these. :] ❤️

Tornado of Terror: Stormy days or nights of any kind because she’s a bit of a workaholic and the rampant downpour gives her a good reason to stay inside and relax for once. She’s mildly scared of thunder so she likes to drown out the noise by blasting romcoms on her TV.

Silverfang: Hot, humid days because it eases his arthritis pain and the humidity makes for good character-building when training his disciples! Ain’t nothing like running laps on a hot day after rainfall; it’s guaranteed to make anyone wish they were dead.

Atomic Samurai: Windy days because, and he would never admit this, but the wind makes his hair look marvelous. He’ll only ever wear his hair down in public when there’s a breeze outside. Nobody has noticed he does this, everyone just thinks he picks random days to do it.

Child Emperor: Literally wtf is the outside world. I hc that he has some sort of white noise machine to emulate rainfall and other sounds of nature, because he’s always cooped up in the lab and if he didn’t hear a frog croak or a breeze rustle through the trees every once and a while, he would go absolutely insane. His favorite setting is a hot summer day by the beach, where he listens to the waves lap against the shore.

Metal Knight: same as Child Emperor except he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about going insane or not, so minus the sound machine. His favorite weather is probably violent storms because it’s the perfect brooding atmosphere and it makes him feel like a tacky-ass supervillain.

King: He’s not really an outdoorsy person so he doesn’t care too much about the weather, but he does like it overcast. Mainly because he doesn’t have to put so much effort into blocking out the sunlight so he can play videogames without that annoying glare on his TV screen.

Zombieman: I’ve said this in a previous hc, but his pale/blue-ish skin indicates that his blood flow is absolute ass, which means he’s got to get cold easily. He’s got to be cold all the time. Which I why I propose that his favorite weather is when it’s unbearably hot for the average person (around room temperature for him). He doesn’t even sweat under the heat, only when he exercises. So, while everyone seeks solace in indoor air conditioning and ice packets in 100-degree weather, he’ll be outside in a sweater saying “Hm, it’s a little chilly. Good for a jog.”

Drive Knight: Cold. Unbearably cold. The reason being that he has a lot of firepower, right? And I doubt he’s got a ton of wiggle room for any cooling mechanisms (it’s not like Drive Knight [Señor Robocop] is out here carrying a giant canister of water), so he mostly relies on the temperature of the air around him to cool down. When it’s super cold, he doesn’t have to worry about overheating. It’s not like he can really feel the temperature anyway, it’s strictly for practical purposes.

Pig God: Cold. Super duper cold the way Drive Knight likes it because my boy Pig God is perpetually on the brink of heat stroke 24/7. The reason: he is morbidly obese. Fat acts as insulation to keep heat inside our bodies, and he’s got so much of it that his body is always working overtime to make sure he doesn’t fucking die. So, on cold days, he likes to rest and give his body a break. Below zero like room temperature for him, because room temperature for the average person makes him feel as if he’s standing on the sun.

Superalloy Darkshine: Bright and sunny, baby! Perfect weather, not a single cloud in the sky and not a one raindrop. He’s super outdoorsy. He practically lives outside. His favorite activity is, of course, exercising, and he much prefers when the weather is nice so he can better focus on getting those gains.

Watchdog Man: He prefers the weather to be nice and warm with absolutely 0 wind and 0 rain. His suit soaks up liquid like a goddamned sponge and gets a hell of a lot heavier, so he absolutely HATES the rain for that reason. Wind messes up his “fur” and he ends up looking like a cumulonimbus cloud after a long day of patrol, so that’s out of the question as well.

Flashy Flash: Hail. His training regime is brutal and he prefers to do it whenever it hails, because he believes being battered by falling ice makes him grow stronger. A large portion of the scars on his body were caused by the golf ball-sized pebbles of hail that fell on one particular storm.

Genos: Bitter cold, same as Drive Knight and with a similar reason as well. I imagine Kuseno had mercy when programming how Genos’ cybernetic body would react to things like temperature and pain, so he doesn’t really mind the weather no matter it’s highs or lows. He likes the cold because, like I said previously with Señor Robocop, it aides his weaponry when cooling down and he doesn’t need to waste time worrying if he’s gonna overheat or not because he has faith that air around him will take care of it.

Metal Bat: Snow days! He and Zenko used to love to play together in the snow as kids and they still fucking do it every year because time is an illusion and fun is eternal. His favorite thing to do is build very gruesome and horrific snowmen. Like, snowmen without heads, snowmen that look like they’ve been run over, snowmen that have purposefully been built to look like they’re melting and they’re in pain. That sort of stuff. He and Zenko also have snowball fights (because of COURSE) and Badd has to try his best to not hurl the ball too hard and accidentally give her a concussion.

Tanktop Master: Same as Superalloy. He prefers the weather to be picturesque perfect. I hardcore hc that they’re workout buds and that they often go on outdoor rendezvous together, whatever that may be. His favorite thing to do (besides hanging out with the homies, obviously) is to go on long hikes. He’s actually a pretty big nature lover and WILL shed manly tears if he ever sees a deer. God forbid a baby one.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: Well, he doesn’t get as much outdoor time as he would like on account of being in literal prison and whatnot but he REALLY loves a very specific time of year just at the beginning of summer when all the bugs come out and the air is breezy but still warm. His loves to look at those bigass yellow butterflies and have picnics on the green tallgrass just before it’s been dried out by the summer heat. Oh yeah, and he’ll totally be doing this with his boyfriend. That’s the dream, baby.

Amai Mask: Clear nights just after rainfall. He loves the way streetlights reflect on the wet asphalt. This is also the weather he prefers to hold concerts in because the air is humid and cool and he doesn’t get as sweaty when he’s dancing or singing. The petrichor is nice too. If someone managed to bottle and sell it as perfume, he would be the first buyer.

Iaian: Overcast. When the sun is blocked out, he doesn’t have to worry too much about getting a heat stroke while wearing his armor during training. He also appreciates how dim it is. It’s easy for him to get lost in thought and he often finds himself standing still just to look up to at the clouds. He and Kama sometimes find shapes in them for fun between training sessions.

Okamaitachi: They really love quiet rainstorms. No thunder, no lightning, just the steady pattern of rainfall. This is the perfect time for them to relax, curl up with a good book, maybe knit a sweater, and just forget about everything that’s going on. They usually use this time to update their self care regime, like doing their hair or tidying up their nails. Overall, just a great time to chill out and keep up to date with loving themselves.

Bushidrill: He loves violent rainstorms. I hc that he’s had a pretty tumultuous life, so the havoc of loud thunder doesn’t faze him at all. He actually finds it quite nice. He’s the type of old guy that keeps a door open during rainfall just to let the smell in, or walk outside with no umbrella just for the fuck of it. He’s not terribly old, but he’s old enough to not give a rat’s ass about what other people (especially Kama or Iaian) think about his weird habits. He also likes all the nature that comes out after rainfall, too. Frogs and dragonflies are some of his favorite animals.

Fubuki: Barking hot. Unbearable. Like her sister, she’s a bit of a workaholic and finds it difficult to take a day off every once and while; but once that temperature hits the nineties? Oh shit. Fubuki Gang, pack your shit because it’s beach time baby. She absolutely LOVES the beach and actively anticipates the time of year when it becomes hot enough to bask in the sun. Going to the beach with her family was one of the few enjoyable things that came from her childhood, and she still finds comfort in it.

Saitama: He doesn’t really give too much of a shit about the weather as long as no roads are closed. The reason for this is: if there’s a sale, he wants to get there ASAFP. But, like I said, he really doesn’t give a shit either way because he can be both an outdoorsy and indoors kind of person without making any major changes to his life.

Mumen Rider: Sunny and clear! He loves to have picnics and watch the fluffy clouds! It’s also the perfect weather to go on long, recreational bike rides, which he almost never gets to do anymore. He’s also a bit of a nature lover and, like Tanktop Master, WILL cry if he sees a cute animal. Rainy and overcast days make him a little sad because he doesn’t like the gloomy feel, even if it is calming at times.

Sonic: Hail. Same as Flashy Flash, since they basically grew up on the same bullshit training regime together. The Ninja Village and everything connected to it is overall a total shitstorm, but he can’t argue with the results that made him a killer speed demon. So yeah, the breakneck training persists. And he does it while enduring the incessant pummeling of some fucking ice cubes falling from the sky. Like a weirdo.

Garou: Anything extreme. From blizzards to sandstorms, he’ll take it all, baby. Bang used to train him when the weather was especially bad to strengthen his spirit, and now that same violent weather has become sort of a comfort place. He things violent thunderstorms are calming and blizzards are like a warm blanket that take him back to the few rays of sunshine that came from his absolute clusterfuck of a childhood. He also likes to train during this sort of weather for the same reason Sonic and Flashy Flash like to train during hail: he believes it makes him stronger.

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useless-slytherclaw · 4 years

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MIDCO headcannons

that literally no one asked for (Generally I use Cobra and Midnight, but if it refers to them only after they join Crime Sorciere, then I use Erik and Macbeth)

Who is the most affectionate?

It’s actually both of them, but only when no one can see them.

Most common argument?

Midnight falls asleep random places and Cobra leaves him there because he’s tired of carrying his boyfriend’s sleepy ass around. (esp after the Oracion Seis Arc when Midnight doesn’t have a carpet anymore)

Who apologizes first?

It’s usually Cobra, but Midnight will let Cobra hear that he’s sorry before he’s willing to say it.

Favorite (non-sexual) activity to do together?

When they were still in the Oracion Seis they would always train together (magic and hand to hand combat)-- they still do. They watch movies and play video games, but Macbeth usually falls asleep part way through. So Erik watches the movie and pets Macbeth’s head.

Who drives and who rides shotgun?

Racer drives!... But when its just them Midnight drives and Cobra curses the day someone invented cars

Who is most likely to carry the other?

Cobra because Midnight is asleep again

Nicknames?

Cobra calls Midnight M (Is it Macbeth or Midnight, its just M). While they were still working for Brain they didn’t really use any pet names (two reasons: they are convincing themselves they are too badass for feelings and because they dig their codenames too much). Generally they use something chill like babe. Sometimes Erik calls Macbeth ‘love’ because he knows that it makes Macbeth melt. They also rotate through stupid and embarassing nicknames to mess with eachother.

Macbeth: “Hey there baby cakes” Erik: “Absolutely not.”

Erik: “What was that princess?” Macbeth: “I might actually stab you.”

Who proposes?

Erik! But he only does it when he’s 100% sure Macbeth with say yes (he probably overheard Macbeth day dreaming about it)

Who sings along with the radio?

Midnight does and Cobra pretends its not adorable as shit

Who worries the most?

Cobra worries because he knows that Midnight is actually soft behind his psychopathic exterior. Midnight has 100% faith that Cobra can do anything.

Who always wants to take selfies with the other?

Midnight wants to take all the selfies and Cobra acts like he wants none of it.

Who likes to playfully tease the other?

Both! They’ve been friends since forever and have no limits to teasing each other

Who has the weirdest taste in music?

Midnight, I mean, of course. Cobra doesn’t even ask questions anymore.

Who remembers what the other always orders at a restaurant?

Cobra doesn’t need to remember, because he can hear it. Midnight actually remembers what it is though.

Who is embarrassed to take their clothes off in front of the other?

What embarrassment? Honestly, they probably saw each other naked before they even got together in the baths at the guild hall. When they got together they were both confident and cocky and thought they were the shit, and if they were embarassed they refused to admit it.

Who tops?

Usually Cobra, but not always, and Midnight is the brattiest bottom ever.

Who initiates kisses?

Both of them. Sometimes Cobra doesn’t because he doesn’t want Macbeth’s lipstick on his face.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Before they were arrested, I don’t think they held hands much. After, Macbeth. He’s clingy, and Erik pretends like he doesn’t enjoy the fact that Macbeth is hanging on to him.

Who kisses hardest?

It’s Cobra, but Midnight loves it.

Who is the most ticklish?

It’s actually Cobra and Midnight is merciless

Who brings an animal they found home?

COBRA, they have ~300 snakes and lizards now

Who holds the umbrella for the other while it’s raining?

Midnight just uses his reflector magic to move the rain away from them. Umbrellas ruin their aesthetic.

Who tries to playfully embarrass the other in public?

Midnight. I imagine that he thinks of sexually explicit things and makes sure Cobra can hear him. Cobra’s embarrassed even though no one else can hear.

Who kills the scary bugs?

Cobra takes the bugs outside because Midnight hates them and Cobra doesn’t want to kill them

Who asks the weird questions at random in the middle of the night?

Midnight... he’s most awake at midnight and prone to asking strange questions anyway

Who hogs the blankets?

Cobra because Midnight doesn't care about the presence of blankets... or pillows... or even beds

Who wakes up first?

Obviously Cobra

Who wants to stay in bed just a bit longer?

Midnight stays in bed for more than just a bit longer

Who always makes coffee for the other each morning?

Cobra makes coffee and usually leaves some for Midnight, but Angel comes and drinks it before Midnight wakes up anyway

Who cries during certain films or when reading sad books?

Before their imprisonment, neither? they are trying to be badasses. After? Let’s be real, it's Macbeth. Erik hates sad films and books.

Who gets scared during horror films?

They both love horror films. Midnight practically takes notes to use for his Nightmare spell

Who cuts the other’s hair?

Surprisingly, Cobra cuts Midnight’s hair for him.

Who says “I love you” first?

It's Cobra, but it's only after they are free from their seven-year imprisonment and he already knows that Midnight loves him because he can hear it.

Who tells their friends/family about their relationship first?

Probably Midnight; but he doesn’t tell them so much as do something like sit on Cobra’s lap or kiss him in front of everyone. But, The Oracion Seis have been guessing since before they went to jail, but they had no proof. Jellal is blindsided and very confused.

What do their friends/families think of their relationship?

Richard and Meredy SUPPORT LOVE. Sawyer and Sorano support it, but are merciless in their teasing. Jellal isn't against it, but he thinks that crime sorciere should focus on penentance or something. Kinana is so happy that her best friend/brother has someone to love.

Who is more likely to ask the other to dance with them?

Midnight, but definitely only after the imprisonment. Cobra acts like he doesn’t like to dance in public, but he doesn’t mind if it's just them.

Who cooks best?

Probably Cobra because Midnight falls asleep if it takes more time than making a bowl of cereal

Who wears the other’s jacket?

Generally neither, they each have their own wardrobes and don't really share. Sometimes Midnight will co-opt Cobra’s pajamas because they smell like him though

Who uses cheesy pickup lines?

Erik does it sometimes because he thinks its funny; Macbeth doesn’t find it funny

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ears at inappropriate times?

MIDNIGHT. He doesn’t even have to whisper it, he just makes sure he’s thinking it close enough to Cobra.

Who makes the other laugh the most?

Cobra makes Midnight laugh the most. He’s much more likely to make jokes. He also mocks Jellal and teases the rest of the Oracion Seis, which Midnight finds amusing. Midnight has the type of deadpan sarcasm where most people can't tell if he’s horrible or making a joke; Cobra thinks it’s hilarious, but Midnight doesn’t do it as often.

Who needs more reassurance?

It’s Midnight. Cobra can hear how dedicated Midnight is to him, so he doesn’t need to be reminded. Midnight is always worried he’s not good enough. When he lost to Fairy Tail, he was worried. When he found out Brain just wanted to use them as pawns it got worse. He’s used to Brain’s affection/interest in him being dependent on his skills/abilities, so he gets worried every time he makes a mistake or loses a fight (like to Jellal or against August).

Who would have to bail the other out of jail?

Cobra has to bail Midnight out of jail, but only because Cobra heard the knights coming and managed to escape. They were both in on the crime.

What would be their theme song?

Stardust by Gemini Syndrome or Breathe with me by Nomy. I think most love songs are too light for this couple. They have a lot of trauma and a lot of grit between them and the song should reflect that.

“I know this place, It smells like innocence lost, We left the traces of the sins we bought… It's no mistake, You are perfect, You are perfect in my mind”

“I need you close now to save you, I feel your guilt in your breathing… When you're in the dark, When you are alone, There's no one else for me, There is really nowhere else I rather be”

Who would sing their child back to sleep?

Neither of them want children. They’re terrible with children, no one let them near children please.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Mostly they go about their day to day lives. But Cobra is constantly straining his ears for a sign of Midnight though. And Midnight gets slowly crankier and crankier the longer they are apart.

Who worries about what they look like when they’re older?

They both do, but Macbeth is worse. He cares what he looks like more than Erik does (Erik does care, he just pretends like he doesn’t).

Who eats the others uneaten pizza crusts?

Cobra does. Probably whatever else Midnight abandoned when he went for his nap. Finders keepers.

Who would throw the other into a pool?

Neither. Cobra’s not trying to die for ruining Midnight’s look and Midnight’s sleeping like a cat in the sun.

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artoriyasart · 3 years

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Adventure In Stormheim Part Five: Hello Orgrimmar.

**Sylvanas story set during legion, I do not own this character but I do own the OC. This might be part of a series of adventures when Sylvanas is off on her own either heading to or coming from missions. Possible AU. This story will soon take a new turn as it leaves the broken isles. This story will take on a new title soon but im not sure, it takes a new turn for new adventures. They will probably be in Orgrimmar for awhile so the title may change to fit the new adventures.**

Summary: Sylvanas is called to Orgrimmar and takes Luthiene with her, she feels out of place at first as the culture is so different in the Horde capital. We also find out a little more of her background when Sylvanas has a talk with her.

The warmth of Orgrimmar was new to the small elf when the airship reached its destination. Luthiene liked the ride as she had never been on an airship before and loved the feel of the wind in her long red hair, her ears twitched when she heard Sylvanas speak to some of the Dark Rangers. “I am taking the girl with me, she is my responsibility.” They merely nod and depart as Sylvanas approached, “This is Orgrimmar little Ranger, it is where you will be staying for awhile if you choose to.”

Luthiene nodded, she wasn’t sure she liked this red and brown desert but she wanted to stay by the Warchief’s side. Sylvanas had taken the time to explain her role in the horde as their leader, she also explained her role as Dark Lady of the Forsaken and added, “If you stick close to me at all times, I may take you to the undercity.”

“You have alot of jobs,” Luthiene said as she packed her supplies which included, water, snacks, hunting knife and her bow and quiver.

“I do, I take them very seriously so I may not be able to spend as much time with you, you do get a chance to see some of the leaders of the horde and meet them. Please be on your best behaviour.” Sylvanas said in a tone that was more of an order than a suggestion, the little elf nodded. I wonder if there is places I can explore? She wondered to herself. She looked out at the dry looking place she would call home for awhile and sighed, “Doesnt look like there is much to do.”

“You say that now, lu lu but I am sure you will find something, I only ask you be careful and take a ranger or two with you understood?” Sylvanas had taken the girls chin into her hand gently so that her azure eyes met the banshee’s ruby gaze.

“I will...” Luthiene sounded annoyed at that, she was starting to feel like her friend was turning into a mother. She had what she considered a mother once but that was long ago.

The Banshee Queen and little ranger both exited the ship and rode to the gates of Orgrimmar, it was a large imposing gate with metal spikes that made the near thirteen year old gulp nervously. She looked to Sylvanas who nodded reassuringly, “you will be fine young one” She nudged her undead horse forward and rode into the city, it was bustling and dusty, and there was more red and brown tones. The little girl moved her horse closer to Sylvanas’s own and felt a little more at ease.

The bustle and shouting were from goblin merchants trying to sell their wares, booming tauren voices saying that some of the items were overpriced. Orcs were telling war stories while trolls tried to sell their trinkets, she also saw blood elves as they were called elegantly navigating the crowds as though in a dance, and forsaken hobbling through the streets, cursing the intense heat. The crowds did part for their Warchief and the strange Quel’dorei child riding next to her as they made their way to Grommash hold. Sylvanas helped Luthiene off her horse then ushered her inside, she could see the girl getting overwhelmed, I knew this would happen, she sighed. The girl clearly was not used to this many people in one setting, sylvanas placed two gauntletted hands on her shoulders, “you did good today, I am going to meet with the leaders today, do you think you can handle it?” She asked expecting a no but luthiene only nodded, “You are a brave and bold one I will give you that, should you feel overwhelmed squeeze my hand got it?” Another nod, “I know you can handle this.”

“Thank you, if you have time, can we go horseback riding?” She asked.

“Perhaps, if everything goes to plan. Now come, you will see how the warchief conducts her business,” Sylvanas motioned for her young friend to follow, is she a friend now? Sylvanas asked herself. Friends were not easy to come by and she barely trusted anyone but Luthiene was an innocent girl who was lonely and looked up to her, her opinions and views were not shaped by horde or alliance. She likes me anyway, I guess I do have a friend in her. Sylvanas felt a pain in her chest and made sure the child did not see her wince.

Luthiene took Sylvanas’s hand and looked into the older woman’s eyes, so trusting...naive...innocent...this made the Warchief want to protect the girl with all she had even if she did not openly express it.

The two elves entered the room where the different racial leaders waited; Lor’themar Theron, Lady Liadrin, Baine Bloodhoof, Varok Saurfang, Gallywix, Rokhan, and Ji Firepaw. They all awaited her to sit and start the meeting, “this is my little assistant, Luthiene, she wanted to see how things are run,” Sylvanas explained. They all nodded and at once Lady Liadrin spoke up, “Warchief, I wanted to update you on the growing situation in Suramar, there seems to be a rebel faction within that will work with us, we just have to help them liberate Suramar.”

Sylvanas nodded, “these nightborne? What are they like? I hear they have a wealth of arcane knowledge.”

“They do, if we help them out, maybe they can become our allies,” the Blood Knight Matriarch suggested.

“They would be a great boon in our fight against the Legion, work on this, I will send what rangers I have see that you offer any support you can.” Sylvanas thought of the farstriders, her dark rangers, and the blood knights, yes they could be useful allies, “Help them in anyway you can.”

“Yes, Warchief, it will be done,” Lady Liadrin’s dedication to the horde and the Sin’dorei was admirable, Sylvanas also liked her straight to the point, no nonsense attitude.

Baine then spoke up, “the Highmountain Tauren could be of some use as well, they are strong and know the surrounding area well, however my scouts report they are embroiled in some conflicts that might be legion influenced, with your permission I would like to send aid to them.”

“Their strength would be a useful arrow to my quiver, you have my permission. Should they choose to ally with us, let me know,” Sylvanas’s authoritative voice was more of an order again than a request.

“Thank you Warchief, I will set out for the broken isles when the next sun rises,” the high chieftain saluted her dutifully and waited for anyone else to speak up. When no one did they were all dismissed, as they filed out they caught a glimpse of the girl squeezing the Warchief’s hand, clearly she was feeling a little overwhelmed by all of this.

“Seems the warchief made a new friend,” Saurfang observed.

“Where did she find that child?” Baine asked inquisitively.

“I wonder if her parents know whos she's with,” Lor’themar said warily, he did notice the girl seemed relaxed in Sylvanas’s presence.

“I think if the warchief wants us to know she would tell us,” Lady Liadrin said hinting that they should stop their gossip and do their duties as assigned.

Sylvanas waited til they were all gone and pulled luthiene in her lap, “wasn’t so bad was it?”

Luthiene did not answer instead she buried her head into Sylvanas’s shoulder and cried.

“What is wrong?” the concern was now evident in the banshee’s eyes.

“I feel alone here, its so big and...lo-lots of people...” she said between sobs.

“You are not alone, you are with me, you are safe child. I understand it must be daunting, I have seen you handle worse...why don't we go ride horses, Azshara lies north of here, trees, hills, an ocean...sadly there is also naga but I think you can handle it.” Sylvanas rubbed the girl’s back and kept a low tone, she should have known such a culture shock would affect even the strong heart of her little ranger.

“I haven't felt this safe since...” luthiene grew quiet for a moment, she didn’t know if she should divulge yet.

“You can tell me, I will not tell anyone, I promise,” Sylvanas wanted to know more than anything about this girl’s background and what she was doing in Stormheim of all places.

“I won’t tell you everything yet, only that I had caretakers my real parents are dead, they found me and looked after me for awhile but..then those demon things came and killed them.” Luthiene explained a little but not too much, she wasn’t ready to reveal what she could remember, she had been told of her heritage and what her parents were trying to escape, they also told her of the scourge invasion but bits and pieces were missing.

“Fair enough, I will not pry further, now come on, lets get our horses,” Sylvanas wiped the tears from her eyes and lead her to the stables, the girls first day in Orgrimmar was sure eventful.

To be continued.

#Sylvanas Windrunner #The Dark lady and her companion #warcraft fanfic #OC

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gabe-killed-me-with-ace-cream · 5 years

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Not a Monster - 6

Part One: Virgil

Part Two: Patton

Part Three: Roman

Part Four: Logan

Part Five: The others

Part Six: Dorian

Warnings: sympathetic!Deceit, (light?) body horror, let me know if there's anything I missed!

In which Deceit finds that "Light Sides" can fuse apparently (and so can he)

Pairings: Anxceit, Moceit, Roceit, Loceit, DLAMP, Remile and RED/Remileceit (all platonic or at least not explicitly romantic)

Word count: 1531

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Deceit curled up on his bed, breathing heavily and pressing the palms of his hands against his eyes. He would not cry. There was absolutely no reason to cry right now. Everything was just fine, just a normal day. After a moment he sat up, taking a deep breath. He could do this. He'd just go about his normal day and... Ignore the others as much as possible. Yeah, he thought wiping his hands over his face, he could do that. Everything would be fine.

There was a knock on his door and a second later a voice called out to him: "Deceit, darling, can I come in?" He sighed in relief, it was just Patton. "The door is locked." Aforementioned door, which was obviously not locked, opened slowly and a head poked in. Deceit sniffled slightly. "Hey Patton..."

His eyes widened, because the body that followed the head was definitely not Pattons. First of, he was way too tall to be Patton and he'd never seen him wear anything even remotely similar to a beige suit and blue tie.

Quickly he scrambled back on the bed, trying to get away from the other. "Who are you? What are you doing here? And why-" He lifted his hands, stepping closer in an attempt to calm Deceit down. "Hey, hey. It's alright kiddo, I just wanted to make sure you're okay." Deceit stared at him. "You're not Patton." Shaking his head the taller figure sat down, keeping his distance as to not disturb him any further.

"Who are you then?" Smiling reassuringly he held out his hand. Deceit hesitated, looking between him and his hand suspiciously. After a few seconds he took it carefully. "My name is Emile. I'm a fusion. And I'm here to help you, darling." There was a long moment of silence while he tried to understand what he'd just been told. "A fusion...?" Emile nodded, smiling brightly now. "Yup!" Deceit continued to stare at him in disbelief. "That's it. I'm going crazy."

"You're not." Virgil leaned against the doorframe of the still open door with his arms crossed. With a heavy sigh he pushed himself off of the wood and into the room, revealing Roman behind him. "All of this is completely real." The fanciful side smirked and sauntered into the room, coming over to lean on Emiles shoulder. "You were taking a bit long, so we came to check on you guys. Everything alright?"

Virgil sighed as he looked over at the trembling Deceit. He'd opted for leaning against his wardrobe now instead, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. "So I guess we'll have to give him The Talk now, huh?" Deceit looked up with wide, almost fearful eyes. "The talk?" To be quite honest he was scared the others would reveal how much they despised him now. All his attempts at fusion were not only against their explicit consent, he'd also turned them all into monsters. Surely they'd kick him out of the mind palace now, make him go back to the darkness that he came from. He didn't notice his breathing going quicker until a hand hesitantly touched his shoulder. His eyes snapped up to find Emile smiling down at him sympathetically. "I'm... We're sorry. Do you want us to unfuse?"

"No..." Deceit shook his head slowly, not looking up at them to avoid letting them see the tears gathering in his eyes. But Emile must've noticed anyway, because as he nodded, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of tissues, offering them to him." Alright darling... Here. Grab some tissues and let's work out some issues." Deceit took them, before the words properly registered in his mind. He looked up in confusion. "What?"

Emile giggles brightly. "See, you're already not crying anymore...!" Deceit stared at him completely dumbfounded. Had the fusion lost his mind now? Virgil shook his head slightly. "He likes to be a therapist, just play along Dee." Emile turned around to glare at him. "I am a therapist, Virgil." Virgil sighed and smiled slightly at the taller. "Of course Em..." Emile gave a sharp nod. "Thank you."

"Uh guys? Could we get back on track?" Roman jerked his head in Deceits direction, who was still watching them, not at all believing that this was actually happening. Emile nodded and cleared his throat, turning back to him. "Yes, of course." He smiled at the smallest side reassuringly. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

"I- Y-Yeah. Well... No, actually, just- Why and how and-" He cut off entirely with a heavy sigh, letting his arms, which had been gesturing frantically just moments before, drop into his lap. Emile nodded. "I understand it. It isn't easy for you. But this isn't a bad thing...!" He leaned forward and took his hands gently into his much bigger ones. "But..." Deceit pulled his hands away, refusing to look up at the others. "I made them all horrible... I made all of you horrible."

"No no dear...! What happened wasn't horrible, it was completely normal. It was your first time fusing after all. You were confused and didn't know what was going on." Emile smiled at him reassuringly and a tiny bit amused at his next words. "You should've seen Moxie when they first formed...!"

"Missy..." Virgil mumbled with crossed arms, looking at the ground. "Right", Emile corrected himself, adjusting his glasses with a very Logan-like gesture. "You were preferring Missy lately." Virgil nodded, smiling slightly. Deceit frowned. "Who's Missy?"

"They're a fusion of Patton and me", Virgil elaborated. Roman noticed Deceits still apparent confusion and took a step closer, holding out his hand. "Perhaps we should just show you." Remembering his first time fusing with the prince - all those arms - Deceits eyes widened impossibly and he scrambled back on the bed until his back hit the wall. He was shaking his head quickly and waving his hands in front of himself. "No! No please don't, please-" Emile gently pushed Roman's hand away and smiled at Deceit. "Don't worry darling. You don't have to do anything you don't want."

Roman nodded slowly. Of course, he hadn't meant to hurt Deceit. So he turned and offered his hand to Virgil instead, a small smirk on his face. "Would you grant me this dance, my dark knight?" Virgil hesitated for a moment, but then uncrossed his arms and took his hand with a small smile. "Anytime Princey."

Deceit watched with wide eyes as Roman started spinning Virgil around in what seemed to be endlessly growing faster pirouettes. The smaller didn't seem bothered by this, his eyes closed as he twirled round and round. Deceit was amazed to find that Virgil could do ballet...

Eventually Roman let go of his hand and instead reached for his hips, lifting him up. Virgil, his eyes still closed as he trusted the other completely, gracefully extended his arms to both sides and one leg behind him. A bright golden and purple light enveloped them, quickly morphing both in shape and colour.

"Hey gurls...! Guess who's here?" Emile looked up, smiling brightly, his eyes practically sparkling. "Remy!" The newly formed fusion grinned down at him and ruffled his hair. "Hey there Emmy. And... You must be Deceit, right?", he added, glancing over the shades that had appeared on his face. Deceit stared at him in utter confusion. "Who... Are you?"

"Ah, of course. Allow me to introduce myself." Remy plopped down between the two, wrapping an arm around each. "My name is Remy, though you might now me better as Sleep."

Remy was tall, almost taller than Emile, but not quite. His eyes were hidden behind the shades, but at least he had a normal amount of arms. He was wearing a leather jacket atop a plain white shirt and the aforementioned mirror sunglasses. Hesitantly Deceit took the perfectly (black) manicured hand offered to him. "Nice to... Meet you, I guess?"

"Nice to meet you too Dee- Dee... No, that's no good. Snakeface McGee... No. Mhh, what about..." Deceit watched him anxiously as the fusion thought about a possible nickname for him, fully expecting something even worse. Remy frowned, pulling away from the other two a bit. "King of snakes and lies- No that isn't any good either...! Can't we just stick with Dee? But it's so short and- Don't you dare say insignificant!" His voice became more and more distorted, Virgil's and Roman's original voices shining through, as he gripped his head and curled in on himself. Worriedly Emile placed a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down dear, relax. It's all alright."

"You could also just call me Dorian, y'know...?" Deceit looked up hesitantly. Remy and Emile looked up in surprise at that and slowly Remy lowered his hands from his hair. "I think that's my name at least." A blinding smile split Emiles face and he hugged the small side tightly. "That's a great name dear!"

Dorian smiled slightly shakily and hugged him back. Maybe he could make peace with this whole fusion thing after all. He closed his mismatched eyes and smiled happily as he felt Remy's arms wrap around them too.

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Okay, that's the end! Thanks to everyone who stuck with it until now and everyone who might read it in the future!

I know this is quite long and the ending is a bit rushed, but if I had continued any further, I wouldn't have been able to get to the end ever

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omgcpreversebang · 5 years

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The first OMGCP Reverse Bang is officially closed!

Thanks to all the amazing artists, authors and betas for giving us all these new art pieces and fics!

Under the cut, you can find this year masterlist. Fics are listed in alphabetical order.

The Adventure Ends in Chaos by loveyoutoobits (lostflares)

Art by omgtranspoindexter

Rating: T

Caitlin is the defacto leader of the odd questing group consisting of Caitlin as the ranger, Chowder as the rogue, Dex as the cleric, and Nursey as the bard. They travel from one land to another, across the ocean, fighting an ogre, a group of pirates, and the beast of Riberia, which proves a tough nut to crack, even for the somewhat experienced adventurers.

All I need is home (my feet will always land) by whatsdunisdun

Art by shadowfaerieammy

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: T

“Alright, Poindexter?” Nursey asks, a soft smile on his face, bright sunlight behind him, lighting up his hair like a misshapen halo. “Alright, Nurse,” Dex replies, and if Nursey doesn’t drop his hand once he stands up, Dex isn’t really one to complain. He didn’t know he could have this, but now doesn’t know how to live without it. OR: 5 times Nursey found Dex and 1 time Dex found Nursey

A Cat By Any Other Name by WhatWouldLilyDo

Art by pretty-meris

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: T

Nursey sat by the cat and held out a finger in greeting. “You’re gorgeous. I haven’t seen you before. Hi. I’m Derek.” The cat leaned its head towards his finger cautiously before pressing its head against his hand. Nursey was all too happy to give the cat the petting it wanted. “How are you, this fine day?” The cat stood and looked at Nursey before she arched her back and rubbed it against his hand as she stepped onto his lap. Her eyes seemed to be pointed to the cast on his left arm. “I know,” Nursey said with a sigh. “I play hockey for the Falcs, you see, but a bit of a confession — I didn’t injure myself on the ice. It was totally unchill. I tripped over the boards at the end of the game. I may never be able to show my face in public again. But I have to be chill. For the fans. And Jack drew a falcon, look, so at least I have a neat cast.”

Don’t Keep Your Distance by actualkon

Art by jckzimmermanns

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: E

The kingdom of Montré has, for centuries, been isolated in the snowy mountains, holding its wisdom and secrets of magic close to its heart. Now, for the first time, the kingdom is forging an alliance with the neighboring kingdom of Samwell; their princes, Jack and Eric, are married off to each other. With their fathers dealing with a potential invasion, and their mothers ruling in their place, Jack and Eric are left in a palace on the outskirts of Montré to become familiar with one another.

Fall back together (monsters turned out to be just trees) by whatsdunisdun

Art by topieornottopie

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

Soon enough, something that is surprisingly not Beyoncé is blaring out of the car’s speakers, and Parson is trying to see how loud he can turn the music up without pissing off Jack, who appears to be attempting to read a history book in the middle seat. Connor doesn’t understand these people most of the time, but he loves them. Reluctantly, but still.

OR: Whiskey, Chad L, Jack, Bitty, Kent and Tater go on a weekend road trip/camping getaway together. Some unlikely friendships ensue, some emotions are discussed, and some relationships are finally worked out.

Flasks of edelweiss by palateens

Art by intimatopia

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

edelweiss n. - a European perennial symbolizing adventure and notoriety. literally translated as "noble white"

flask n. - a metal container used to hold and conceal liquid. sometimes a tool of dependency for the excessive.

It’s the first time Jack realizes why Kent’s eyes change the way they do. More often than not, Kent remembers while Jack forgets.

For Good by sailorsav

Art by jckzimmermanns

Pairing: Adam Birkholtz/Justin Oluransi

Rating: G

Adam Birkholtz has been racing teams of sled dogs most of his life. The sweet isolation of living in a tiny town of Northern Maine let him excel at that. There’s no one he’d rather be around than his dogs. Well, not until he meets the new vet in town and then he wants to be with his dogs and Dr. Oluransi.

Long story short: A Holsom Sled Dog AU

From afar by hockeydyke

Art by tangotangredi

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

National Geographic wildlife photographer Jack Zimmermann arrives at a small, uninhabited island off the coast of Georgia to get some shots of migratory birds, but there's something else lurking in the waters, and he's pretty sure it's watching him. The problem? Jack can't swim.

Got Your Back by LeftWingLibrarian

Art by rub-a-dubb

Pairing: Gen, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

Extrovert Shitty adopts cold hockey robot Jack Zimmermann.

Hey there Ghosties, it’s us, ya boys! by emimix3

Art by omgtranspoindexter

Rating: T

It would sound like a stupid idea, but the year was 2016 and the new Ghostbusters movie had just come out. So of course, when there were issues with the Haus' ghosts, Tango's first idea was for him and his friends to become the local paranormal investigators. If they wanted Dibs, it was that or massaging feet for months anyway.

Choose Your Own Adventure story (mobile-and-desktop friendly) based on the adventures of the Tadpoles hunting ghosts.

The Hothead and the Cat by bellabee

Art by nubs-mgee

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: G

William Poindexter was not soft, thank you very much. Anybody who knew him could certainly attest to that. He was as hot headed as his hair would suggest and had a fuse shorter than Bittle. It wasn’t often that he showed emotions other than indifference or anger, and when he did it was usually to Bitty or Chowder. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t feel any other emotions, obviously, he just wasn’t one to show them. This, among many other reasons, was why it was so baffling to Nursey when Dex suddenly stopped on the walk back to the Haus at the sound of a pitiful mewl from a bush. He had come to an abrupt stop, causing Nursey to run into his back and almost topple over. Dex grabbed his arm to steady him, though not without shushing him for the noise he created from his clumsiness.

While on a walk, Nursey and Dex stumble across an injured kitten. Once they get her fixed up, neither can bear to get rid of her. Thus, she becomes their secret basement cat.

I Wanna See You Be Brave by Kirani

Art By dyinginjapanese

Pairing: Denise Ford/Tony Tangredi/Connor Whisk, Connor Whisk/OMC, Minor or Background Relationships

Rating: T

In which crushes are had, feelings are talked about, and chirping is indistinguishable from flirting.

Is Forever Enough? By ershai

Art by actualkon

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

"Eric crept cautiously toward the street. No one was in sight; whoever had been speaking was no longer there. He didn’t know whether to be glad of it or not. His head was pounding, he was in a strange place - who could say if the unknown speakers were friend or foe? He had no memory of how he had come to be here. He could barely remember his own name, his head hurt so monstrously.”

The Kiss: Five Years On by blueflamingo

Art by korechtonia

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jeff “Swoops” Troy

Rating: T

Five years after The Kiss, a journalist wanting to write about how hockey's changed reaches out to players across the NHL.

Learned Our Lessons Well by McBangle

Art by immahockeysticktoyou

Pairing: Gen, Shitty Knight & Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

Shitty had known enough sons of celebrities and millionaires to have a pretty clear idea of what Jack Zimmermann would be like. But this kid was nothing like any of them. For some reason, Shitty couldn’t shake the urge to protect this quiet, awkward nerd. Or to maybe actually be friends with him.

Or, scenes from Shitty’s and Jack’s friendship, from their frog year through Shitty’s second year at Harvard Law.

Let Him Dance With Me (Just for the Hell of It) by shiptoomuch

Art by karin848

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: E

Turns out having loud sex with your fwb does not make you popular with the neighbors...

Like the Way It’s Going by deppendlttleocean

Art by pwoops

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jeff “Swoops” Troy

Rating: T

Kent Parson spent the ages of 18 through 24 pining over a boy who didn’t love him anymore (maybe ever) and then spent all of 25 and the first month of 26 thinking about the first “real” crush he ever had. eff Troy had been a year older than him and a year younger than his sister Naomi. But Naomi had repeated Kindergarten and she and Jeff had ended up in the same class. Then he ended up at every single one of Naomi’s birthday parties and sleepovers, and then he ended up at their house after school every single day until he and Naomi were inseparable. Then he and Kent were inseparable.

The Line Between by writingonpostcards

Art by transzimmermann

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: M

After accusing his partner, Kent, of being a double-agent, Jack is suspended from his job. One year later, Jack’s put back on duty with Bitty, a US agent five years his junior. It’s hard not to read it as a snub. Jack and Bitty’s partnership is rocky, with distrust on both sides. When a chance arises for Jack to prove his suspicions about Kent, can he move past his resentment toward Bitty so they can work together and finally prove he was right?

More Than a Friend by believesinponds

Art by lasenbyphoenix

Pairing: Alexei Mashkov/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

Jack sees Tater as more than a teammate, more than a friend. On a long roadie, Tater does something about it.

My Love Keeps Me Warm by kirani

Art by sexydexynurse

Pairing: Chris Chow/Caitlin Farmer/Derek Nurse/William Poindexter, Chris Chow/Caitlin Farmer, Derek Nurse/William Poindexter, Background Ford/Lardo, Background George/OFC, Past Dex/Whiskey

Rating: E

Will Poindexter is not looking forward to six months of darkness at the remote Antarctica scientific base he’s stationed at, until his colleague Derek Nurse approaches him with a mutually beneficial arrangement, and then one thing leads to another and, well, the dark gets a lot more interesting.

New Face of Failure by Khashana

Art by abominableobriens

Pairing: Jack Zimmermann/Kent Parson

Rating: M

Fresh out of rehab, an angry, jaded Jack is dragged unwillingly to the Olympics, where he begins a passionate love affair with a figure skater who understands him more than he thought possible.

Newsies Need (Ford’s) Help Today by TheAceofLyz

Art by jckzimmermanns

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: G

Denice Ford has been searching for a job, but the one she ends up with is in a world she thought she left behind.

It's still going to be awesome, though.

No Question by winchysteria

Art by tangotangredi

Pairing: Chris Chow/Caitlin Farmer

Rating: G

It is a well-curated myth that Caitlin Farmer has been certain about everything she has ever done in her entire life.

Now I’m A Believer by sc010f

Art | Art2 by pwoops

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jeff “Swoops” Troy

Rating: no rating

Jeff has never believed in luck. Rituals aren’t superstitions - rituals are ways of focusing the mind. Jeff has never believed in God, really, either. If he’s ever believed in anything, it’s been hockey. He loves his mom, but love is different from belief, and later he loved Tristan, and probably believed in him, too. These days, though, Jeff knows better than to believe in anything other than himself. He exists, he breathes, he works, and he still loves his mom, but love is different from belief. It’s not hubris, it’s just a fact. A lifetime of hockey had been taken from him, but at least he gets to keep his music.

Of imagination, all compact by akaparalian

Art by zim-tits

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: T

“Well, we can’t just leave him here,” Dex snarls, pacing back and forth and occasionally raking his hands through his hair so violently that it’s started to stick out in all directions. “Personally, I’m thinking I should turn him into an earthworm and leave him out on a rock to fry.” “You can’t turn me into an earthworm,” the stranger calls dismissively from the other end of the glade, where Dex had ordered him to stand so that he and Chowder could discuss amongst themselves how best to ‘deal with him.’ He’d acquiesced, at least in the sense of physically going over to where Dex had told him to go, but he hasn’t exactly been letting them get on with their business without input. “And why not?” Dex snarls, spinning around to glare at him. “Dex,” Chowder points out, as calmly as possible, “you can’t turn him into an earthworm. You’re terrible at that sort of thing.”

Or: the lunatic, the lover, and the poet.

Off to the Races by blindinglights

Art by actualkon

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

The thing is, Bitty knows that Jack doesn’t mind Bitty racing because Jack still races. He knows this, they’ve talked about it a lot. He also knows that Jack is only worried this time because of the fact that he’s racing the Lax Bros again, because of some stupid bet they made before.

On the Wings of Dragons by effyeahzimbits

Art by KARIN848

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

The How to Train Your Dragon AU that nobody realised they needed until now.

The Vikings of Samwell have been at war with dragons for centuries. Until one day, a young man by the name of Eric Bittle changes destiny. He wouldn’t kill a dragon.

Out of the Hockey Rink and Down the Rabbit Hole by Black_market_orchids_and_books

Art by missweber

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jeff “Swoops” Troy

Rating: T

"There were labels on the bottle and the plate that held the cake; the former said ‘Drink Me’ while the latter said ‘Eat Me.’ Kent had to laugh at that. This was some weird kind of Alice in Wonderland shit. Still, he couldn’t just unfall through the hole. The only way out of here was through that door..."

Kent Parson has become Alice, left to wander Wonderland to find a way out again. Everything about Wonderland is just strange and there is this vague sense of familiarity that Kent gets from the people he meets there, but he just can't remember. Why is all of this happening? He was just trying to practice when it all started…

Paint Me Like One of Your French Canadians by Denois

Art by pastel-franceschi

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: M

Lardo hooked Dex up with an extra part time job to help make ends meet back in his frog year. Modeling for the art classes was pretty easy money, and the team never had to know. Until Nursey took an art elective and needed a private model to complete his project and pass the class. Nursey's sure that he can keep it professional and friendly....as long as Dex never sees the completed paintings.

Photosynthesize (and drink up the sunrise) by Faiasakura

Art by abominableobriens

Pairing: Larissa Duan/Kent Parson

Rating: T

Lardo wasn’t anticipating much time for relationships or dating when she moved to New York. If she’s truthful to herself, she doesn’t know what she was anticipating. But Kent feels like coming home.

The one where starving artist Lardo meets Kent, son of the local bakery owner. Romance ensues, revelations are had, and things don't end so much as they progress.

Pies, waves and kisses by bittycanbake

Art by ForFutureReference

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: T

In a world where magic, ghosts, fae, demi-demigods and monsters are real, Nursey Patrol has a whole different meaning for poor ol' Dex and the rest of the Samwell crew.

When Nursey proposes they go on holiday to his parents' cottage in Cornwall, England, Dex manages to convince Nursey that Lardo, Shitty, Bitty and Jack should come with. Y'know, make it a couples' holiday... only he and Nursey aren't a couple yet. But hey, at least Dex will have the backup he needs for Nursey Patrol.

A pinch of magic by halfdesertedstreets

Art by abominableobriens

Pairing: Justin Oluransi/Kent Parson, Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann, Justin Oluransi/Jack Zimmermann, Justin Oluransi/Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

Jack pauses at his doorstop, key in hand, nonplussed as he takes in the small army of people hauling boxes and furniture into the once-empty house. “Swoops, if you drop that box of plates, I’m fucking murdering you!” a voice calls out in cheerful warning. “That dining set has been in Ransom’s family for over twenty years!” “What the hell, bro, plates do not last that fucking long!” a tall figure balancing a precarious stack of boxes yells back.

Or, the one where Jack is a solitary spellbook shopkeeper, whose quiet life gains a lot more color when Kent Parson and Justin Oluransi, warlock partners deeply in love, move into the house across the street.

Real Gone by moransroar

Art by kittpurrson

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: G

“Better keep an eye on him,” Shitty muses as down below, the coaches call everyone together to start the tryout process, and Bitty privately thinks he won’t have any trouble keeping his eyes on that.

Roll for Initiative by bookwyrmling

Art by faiasakura

Pairing: Larissa Duan/Kent Parson

Rating: T

“Are you working on any art projects right now?” “Shits!” “I’m allowed to ask!” he defended himself. “You’ve always loved art and then you just suddenly dropped it all and flew across the country.” “I’m getting my life together!” Larissa argued. “It feels more like you’re running away." Larissa glared out her apartment window, hiding from the late summer heat as her air conditioner burned through her paycheck. “You’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” she asked, not quite regretting the words as much as she knew she should.

Sometimes it takes a run-in at a frat party and a Dungeons & Dragons campaign to realize how much life there is left to live.

Send Me Back A Thousand Days by ackermom

Art by faiasakura

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

The boy in the frame is slipping off his jacket. He looks into the camera, suddenly aware of its presence. He’s not smiling yet. But the sun is shining across his face, and Jack remembers that this was the first time he ever loved Kent.

Seventh Time’s The Charm by halfdesertedstreets (coming soon)

Art by korechtonia

Strictly Professional by blindinglights

Art by goldenknighter

Pairing: Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson

Rating: T

Kent Parson gets injured right after the start of the season and Alexei Mashkov ends up assigned to help him get back on the ice.

Summer Camp by RoyGoodRoyGreat

Art by smhloudboy

Pairing: Larissa Duan/Shitty Knight

Rating: T

Shitty and Lardo decide to end Shitty's Samwell career with a bang by signing up to be camp counselors.

The Thing About William Poindexter by shadowfaerieammy

Art by sexydexynurse

Pairing: Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: T

William Poindexter is a private person; he likes to keep things to himself. Everyone knows this, especially his roommate and D-man Derek Nurse. But when Derek Nurse realizes that his roommate might be hiding something huge, he takes it upon himself to uncover the truth with the help of his friends. What could he possibly discover?

Trail Magic by Denois

Art by tangotangredi

Pairing: Chris Chow/Derek Nurse/William Poindexter

Rating: M

Five days after winning the Frozen Four, Dex’s world flipped upside down. When his friends heard that he was planning to hike the Appalachian Trail with just his two Newfoundland dogs, they invited themselves along. Are any of them prepared for the highs and lows of the mountain ranges or each other?

We must open our hands by kirani

Art by carys

Pairing: Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

“Shapeshifting? That’s rare. May I ask what kind of bird?” Kent smiled again, glad it hadn’t derailed the conversation. “A crow.” The man, Jack, hummed. “I would have taken you for something lighter. Smaller, maybe.” “Hey, is that a comment about my height?” Kent put a hand on his hip. “Haha, no,” Jack replied. “Just the feeling I get from your magic.” “Ah, an empath. Also rare.” Jack’s cheeks colored and Kent nearly melted. Handsome, magic, and shy? Adorable.

We Say Please by giraffeter

Art by 4rekid

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa Duan/Shitty Knight

Rating: T

A year after his divorce, Jack Zimmermann is finally getting the hang of this whole "single parent" thing. When his best friends Shitty and Lardo ask Jack's daughter to be a co-flower-girl in their wedding, Jack meets their friend Bitty - a single dad, just like him. The fact that Bitty is sweet, charming, and cute as a button? That's just icing on the (wedding) cake.

Eric "Bitty" Bittle has a thriving bakery and an adorable little girl - too bad he doesn't have much of a social life. All that changes when he meets sexy hockey star Jack Zimmermann. So what if Jack is probably straight? It's just nice to make a friend who understands what Bitty's going through.

Can these two single dads overcome heartbreak and find love again?

Welcome to the Neighborhood & Welcome to Our Hearts by Lukutoukka

Art by vicioushyperbolizer

Pairing: Caitlin Farmer/William Poindexter, Chris Chow/Caitlin Farmer/William Poindexter

Rating: T

He saw them for the first time the morning two days after he moved in. He ran into them a few weeks later. With a little help from his favorite d-man, maybe he could be in their lives for a lot longer than that.

you could make this place beautiful by sophiegaladheon

Art by karin848

Pairing: Eric Bittle/Kent Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Rating: T

Eric Bittle has thirteen soulmates. Thirteen. A baker’s dozen of soulmates. There was something appropriate about that. It fit.

You Make Me Happy by Lukutoukka

Art by theartofhellebarde

Pairing: Alexei Mashkov/Kent Parson

Rating: T

It's the first time Kent and Tater will see each other since Tater was traded from the Aces to the Falconers. They're... excited. A lot. Jack is not equipped for any of that, but especially not the dog in his locker room. Hold on, Tater the dog?

#omgcp #omgcheckplease #check please #omgcp reverse bang #omgcprb #2019

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theonlysoph · 5 years

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BTS Reaction to their kid thinking they hit you

Request: Can I request a bts reaction to them hitting you playfully but their kid sees that and think that they hurt you seriously so they defend you? I think this is pure and innocent, I hope you do it 🖤

Note: Hey remember when I wanted to make this a writing blog but I forgot that im in university :) yea same,,, anyways send some requests pleaseee

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Seokjin

Jin has just come back from promoting overseas, and although you did miss him you were happy for another reason. Your and Jin’s guilty pleasure was watching comedy shows, but the only time the two of you could watch was when your son was asleep.

For an hour you and Jin switched between putting dinner away and cleaning, and putting your son to sleep. It was about time for you guys to switch again when Jin came out of the bedroom with a huge smile. “I did it! Turn on Netflix!”

Whether you were both really tired, or the comedian was that funny, you and Jin were cry laughing right away. And each time Jin would start slapping your leg.

“You said to never hit girls cuz they’re delicate flowers!” Your son said from the doorway.

“You’re supposed to be asleep!” Jin whined as he got up again to lay the boy down.

Yoongi

As much as you and Yoongi loved your daughter it was hard not having any time for yourselves. What made it worse is your daughter was attached to your hip. No that you could blame her, Yoongi was always on some tour or promotion, but even when he was here your daughter hardly left your side.

You and your daughter were baking cookies when Yoongi came home. He kissed the small girl hello,then turned to you to peck your cheek and lightly hit your ass. You both were too busy talking and catching up on your day to notice the upset look on your daughter’s face, at least until she hit Yoongi’s arm.

“What did I do?” Yoongi looked at him confused, but this only seemed to irritate your daughter more so she hit him again, causing you to laugh. “Y/nnnn, what do I do?” Yoongi whined, trying to fend off his own child.

Hobi

You and Hoseok got the opportunity to perform at the upcoming Bithit showcase, which you were both excited for. But being the over achieving couple that you both are, you guys (mainly Hobi) decided to pack it full of tricks and super complex moves.

Your son was running around while you and Hoseok practiced. You didn’t know what happened, but as you were performing one of your tricks Hobi accidently hit you and you missed your landing, causing you to fall to the ground. Luckily you were fine though.

But from what your son saw it looked superbad. He came running to you and fell on top of you. “It’s ok mommy!” Then sending a death glare to your husband he said “Leave her alone daddy!”

You laughed squeezing your small son. “Thank you baby. But we just messed up the dance, daddy didn’t hurt me.”

“And daddy never would!!” Hobi added for good measure.

Namjoon

For once Namjoon was home so you had him spend time with your son while you did errands. When you came home Namjoon was in the kitchen cooking. You wanted to be really sweet and surprise Namjoon with a hug. But that didn’t work, instead he ended up accidently hitting you.

Your son ran head first into Namjoon’s long legs, keeping him from moving any closer to you. Once Namjoon saw you were ok he turned his attention to the small boy. But he was confused as to why his son was trying to push him away.

“Hey hey what’s wrong?” Namjoon asked the small boy.

“You were mean to mommy so I had to protect her,” your son answered. You couldn’t help but smile at your little knight in shining armor and kissed his cheek. “I’m ok, daddy’s just very clumsy.” To which Namjoon could only shoot you a small glare.

Jimin

You and Jimin had met through dancing so occasionally he would take on a project and ask for your help. Which is why your little family had spent the last few hours in Bighit’s practice room. The concept for your dance was a broken relationship so Jimin had to take on an abusive role.

“Mamaaaaaaa,” your baby whines and toddled to you, sinking her face in your lap.

You picked her up, already seeing tears fall from her face. “What’s wrong my love?” But your daughter couldn’t make any coherent sentences. So you continued rubbing her back. “Did daddy scare you,” she nodded.

Hearing that, Jimin came close and stroked the small girl’s hair. “We were dancing, little one. Daddy would never ever hit you or mommy.” That was all it took for your daughter to turn and ask to be in Jimin’s arms instead. The girl could never stay mad at her dad.

Taehyung

Finally Taehyung had a whole weekend off from his idol responsibilities, you don’t know how he managed to convince them but you were beyond excited to have him home and spend time with your little family. Your son had woken up with so much excitement and refused to leave your husband alone all day. From eating, to playing, to nap time your son only asked for Taehyung. At least until he caught you and Taehyung play fighting.

“Daddy nooooo!” Your son shrieks running towards you both, tears already forming. He went straight to Taehyung holding both of his hands in his smaller ones.

Taehyung looked at him confused. “What’s wrong little one?”

“Don’t hit mommy! She’s a princess and you don’t hit princesses!”

“Thank you my prince! You saved me from the horrible monster.” You took your son in your lap and smothered him in kisses, while Taehyung jealousy looked on.

Jungkook

You had been bothering Jungkook all day. It was all in good fun but after a while he was starting to feel like he was fathering two children. Everytime he cleaned an area you purposefully miss placed something, everytime he sat for longer than a few minutes you would run up and cover him in kisses or playfully hit him.

“Aish Y/N!” Jungkook laughs at your silliness and pretends to hit you away. You flinch as a reflex but your daughter comes screaming and running to your side.

“No daddy!” She cries with tears in her eyes. Jungkook’s joking demeanor changed to one of shock. Normally your daughter adored him, he could do no wrong in her eyes, but here she was crying because of him.

You take your daughter in your arms to calm her down, trying your hardest not to laugh. “It’s ok baby. Mommy and daddy were just playing.”

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Lyanna Stark and the Possibility that she’s a Greenseer

I would like to preface this headcanon by saying that this is borne out of my own imagination + analysis of the text + hours of conversation with @prphecybound. There’s a very high possibility that I’m completely off the mark and of course, you don’t have to agree with me on this. But as far as this interpretation is concerned, I’m adapting this headcanon in all of Lyanna’s main verses, and things will have to change. I may have to drop threads which are no longer relevant because of the changes introduced by this headcanon, so I thank you for your patience and understanding in advance.

TLDR: Right before the tourney at Harrenhal, Lyanna Stark had a run in with a wildling who possessed the greensight. This was the first time she heard of the “prophecy” and she was told to “follow the path of blue roses”. During the tourney, after he found out that she masqueraded as the Knight of the Laughing Tree, Rhaegar Targaryen crowned Lyanna the Queen of Love and Beauty and laid a crown of blue winter roses on her lap. On the way home to Winterfell from the Riverlands, the She-Wolf contracted a fever. It took some time for her to recover, and she had fever dreams and green dreams while she suffered through her illness. The green dreams would continue even after she regained her health.

I’m in danger of repeating some key points that I’ve already discussed over and over like a broken record, so I’m just going to list them and you can ask me questions about them ( if you have any ), in which case I’ll probably talk your ear off:

PS. You can skip through the bullet points to get to the important parts!

Lyanna is the Knight of the Laughing Tree. I think this is as good as canon at this point.

Rhaegar found Lyanna out. As a sort of acknowledgment, he crowned her The Queen of Love and Beauty by the end of the tourney at Harrenhal. It doesn’t go any deeper than that ( a.k.a. they’re not secretly in-love, sorry ).

The Mad King also found Lyanna out and ordered for her arrest. I’ve written extensively about this here, but pretty much the mad king was triggered by the KOTLT and couldn’t let shit go.

In connection to the above, here are some of the popular beliefs about Lyanna and her character that I don’t really buy and will NOT be adapted into this interpretation:

Lyanna ran away with Rhaegar to escape the betrothal with Robert. While I don’t think Lyanna was the most eager to be married to Robert Baratheon ( or to be married at all ), I also don’t think she ran away with Rhaegar to escape her betrothal. She could have run away, point blank period. But with a married prince? I don’t think so. ( Considering too, that Lyanna’s initial reservation against Robert was his inability to keep to one bed. Based off of that alone, I don’t think Lyanna would willingly participate in infidelity of any kind. In this separate essay I will – )

Lyanna was not dutiful. True to a degree, if only because she was not raised to be dutiful, exactly. She won’t inherit Winterfell, unlike Brandon. The expectations of her were quite different compared to the expectations of her brothers. Her purpose was to marry and have children and that’s that. So yeah, she’s not exactly as committed to duty like Brandon could have been or Ned was, but that didn’t take away from the fact that she adored her family and she had a strong moral compass.

Lyanna was selfish. I see this around a lot and it’s the most mind-boggling of all. This was the girl who, at 14 years old, was ready to throw down against three grown squires to defend the honor of her father’s bannerman. She later fought in a tourney and won, and asked the lords that the squires served to teach them manners. If she would go that far to defend a sworn bannerman to House Stark, who was not just being bullied but also discriminated upon because of his culture, then I’m pretty certain she’s the type to stand up to injustice without regard for herself. In that similar vein, I don’t think she would besmirch her family’s honor on a whim, knowing how seriously she took the meaning of that honor as made clear by her defense of Howland Reed.

Now that we’ve gotten all of those out of the way, it’s time to dive in into the void.

As is already previously established by canon, all Stark children are wargs. I know this mostly pertains to the six children of Eddard and Catelyn Stark, but there’s literally no reason why it could not extend to the generation of Starks that came before them. Brandon and Lyanna for example, possess the legendary “wolf-blood” of the Starks of old, and thus are tied very closely to the Stark mythos of being descended from the First Men. According to AWOIAF, “Greenseers had the greensight and were wargs as well.” While not all wargs are greenseers, we have evidence in Bran that the greensight is definitely alive and well in the Stark line ( and in the North, as evidenced by Jojen Reed, a crannogman, and Brynden Rivers a.k.a. Bloodraven, whose mother was a Blackwood ).

Following this logic, I don’t think it’s extremely far-fetched to say that Lyanna might have been a greenseer. The ability in Bran was triggered by his fall, whereas it almost came too easily and too naturally to Rickon. Rickon and Bran shared the same dream about Ned’s death ( which they predicted even before Maester Luwin made the announcement ), and Rickon also knew when Catelyn and Robb left that they would never see them again.

In Lyanna’s case, I don’t think she knew what she was ( I don’t think the Starks ever realized how closely they were tied to what’s left of magic in the world ). She knew she was said to have the wolf-blood, and I’m guessing that that had something to do with her temperament ( a trait she shared with Brandon ). By all accounts, Lyanna was wild and brave; she thrived off of independence and did not do well with restrictions. She rode horses like she was half a horse herself according to Roose Bolton, and maybe that’s because she understood horses like no ordinary human could?

I’ve already headcanoned that my Lyanna was a warg, so I’m going to take it a step further and say that she was a greenseer as well. No, she’s not as good at it as Bran, mainly because it was not a talent she cared to develop. She knew how heavy the weight of the prophecy hung on Rhaegar’s shoulders, and she would not want to carry the same burden.

I need to write a drabble on this and I will, but basically, here’s how I see it playing out: right before Harrenhal, during the year of false spring, Lord Rickard Stark’s men caught wildling raiders not far from Winterfell. Now we all know the northern tradition that whoever passes the sentence should swing the sword, and as Lord Paramount of the North, Rickard had to be the one to do it. Lyanna and Benjen caught wind of this execution and went ahead of their father’s men to see the wildling raiders for themselves before they went on the chopping block. This was mostly at Lyanna’s insistence, and Benjen was happy enough to follow where his elder sister lead.

When they reached the field where the execution was to be held, they saw the wildlings manacled inside a cage ( not unlike the one that held Jaqen H’ghar and his two companions ). One of them, a wilding woman, saw Lyanna and Benjen and knew exactly what they were: wargs. But that was not all. Lyanna caught much more than a passing interest from the wildling woman who beckoned the she-wolf closer. Against Benjen’s wishes, Lyanna went, and when the woman seized her arms, the wildling’s eyes rolled back inside her head so far that all Lyanna could see were the whites of her eyes. And then the woman spoke:

Beware, child. The endless night is near and it will swallow the world. You must bring forth the song of ice and fire and pay in blood to stay the cold that never ends. You must follow the path of blue roses where it leads. One day the mountain will crush the sun and the lion will bleed the streets dry. One day –

( This sucks but bear with me. I’m not George R.R. Martin )

Before the wildling could utter more, Lord Rickard arrived and caught Lyanna speaking with the wildling. Needless to say, he was not happy, and grew ever more incensed when the wildling leaned in and whispered something in his hear. Lyanna never figured out what the wildling said and her father never felt inclined to share. Lord Rickard also decided that since she and Benjen were already there, they might as well stay and watch the execution. They both did. They held hands, but they didn’t look away.

Anyway, cut to Harrenhal. Lyanna was just given a crown of blue roses by Rhaegar Targaryen, and the wildling woman’s words were ringing in her ears. On the journey back to Winterfell, Lyanna who rarely ever got sick, caught a fever along the way and started to have odd fever dreams. In these dreams, she saw a castle burning. Dragons were flying all around, trying to escape the fire, and in the middle of the chaos was a girl dancing round and round, with flowers in her hair.

Lyanna dreamed of the same castle, now in ruins, and a short woman with floor-length white hair stooping against a cane. A harp was playing somewhere and the woman was weeping, calling out for someone named Jenny. She also dreamed of a sandstorm, with the air whipping around her face in tumultuous gusts, smelling of blood and roses.

The she-wolf dreamed of a great many things, not everything she remembered when she finally recovered from the fever. Afterwards, the dreams would continue, and though not as vivid as before, there was always a sense of urgency in them that she could not explain. Sometimes she would dream of a night sky, viewed from below, as though she was lying down on a stone floor looking up. In the days leading up to her encounter with Rhaegar Targaryen in the Riverlands, she would dream of the Isles of Faces, which was where she knew she had to go to, to make sense of whatever was happening to her. She would meet Rhaegar there eventually, and along with him, the Ghost of High Heart, whom she already had visions of prior ( the short woman with floor-length white hair ).

It was the Ghost of High Heart who eventually convinced Lyanna of the role she had to play in fulfilling the prophecy of The Prince Who Was Promised / Azor Ahai. Combined with the words of the wildling and her own green dreams, it became difficult for her to deny that she was somehow involved in the foretelling that Rhaegar was so obsessed with. The Ghost also repeated something the wildling had said to Lyanna prior, which was that she would “pay in blood” to fulfill her role, which Lyanna interpreted as her imminent death.

You might be thinking “well, that’s stupid” and yes, it kinda was. The thing with Lyanna though was that she really did not have anything going on for her aside from a betrothal, which she was not feeling every keen about. This prophecy though… was something bigger than herself, and was something which can potentially save the realm from an ominous threat. The KOTLT incident showed us that Lyanna had a strong sense of morality, and also a penchant for risky yet grand gestures of bravery. Saving the world was the kind of thing that she would not even think twice of doing, no matter the cost to herself.

Things Lyanna did not foresee: Brandon’s reaction to the news that she was missing and Brandon’s fast assumption that it was Rhaegar who took her. At most, Lyanna expected they would notice her absence and would assume she ran away from her betrothal, but for her brother to accuse the crown prince and storm the capital while doing so… did not occur to her. Also, IMPORTANT: Lyanna and Rhaegar had no idea about Rickard and Brandon’s death until after the Battle of the Bells, when Gerold Hightower finally found them in TOJ and asked Rhaegar to return to King’s Landing. By this time, Lyanna was already pregnant.

Whether or not Rhaegar and Lyanna were right about the prophecy… doesn’t really matter here. They could be completely wrong. Dany could be the TPWWP and not Jon. Heck, it could be Aegon ( if he truly was Aegon lmao ). Basically, this was just how they interpreted the prophecy, and they both paid in blood for it. Since they’re alive in mine and Bubbles’ main timeline verses, the blood is of their loved ones, which was infinitely worse for both of them than if it were their own blood.

Is this a ship now? Well, no. At least not during TOJ, and heck, not many years after that. Lyanna was miserable in that tower and I can’t imagine Rhaegar was all too happy either. They’re doing what they thought they had to do, and Lyanna was going into it thinking she would die. All things considered, that might have been her preferred outcome, now that she knew just how much blood she had to pay to assume the role that would make the prophecy come true. The only real consolation in the aftermath was Ned’s forgiveness and the fact that Jon was kept alive because her brother loved her enough to give up his honor for her. But even then, it was a bitter consolation, and Lyanna would spend all her life trying to make up for her mistakes.

#( headcanon. — they saw her beauty‚ not the iron underneath )#this is very badly written #if you read it i'm sorry #but i finally fucking wrote it #fixed the stupid tenses bc they were all over the place rifp me

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