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melancholypancakes · 1 year

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https://youtu.be/6iVy5s2DB4o

*Sylvie & Goddess! Y/N teleport together*

Sylvie: Back again, I see.

*Sylvie looks at Goddess! Y/N smugly*

Sylvie: I don't know if you realize this, but every time you reset "time" pun intended.

Sylvie: I'll be pulled back with you waiting to ulter history.

* A very pissed off Goddess! Y/N*

Goddess! Y/N: You know you're really wrecking the timeline!

Sylvie: No, I'm not.

Goddess! Y/N: Yes, you are!

Sylvie: You're just saying that to make me feel bad. So I stop wrecking the timeline.

*Goddess! Y/N eyes widen and twitches in Sylvie stupidity*

Goddess! Y/N: Okay, I have dealt with some dense magical idiots.

Goddess! Y/N: But what exactly is you're purpose if you don't think you’re screwing up time as we know it?!

Sylvie: Ho, I was worried you wouldn't asked me about my tragic backstory.

Goddess! Y/N: I don't need justification of why you're such a piece of crap!

Sylvie: Well, along time ago, when I was very young.

Sylvie: I was kidnap by the TVA after they erased my timeline and been running arcoss the multiverse ever since.

Sylvie: then I meet this handsome male variant of me Loki.

Sylvie: we hated each other, became friends and fell in love until one day we betrayed each other.

*Goddess! Y/N weirded out and disgusted*

Goddess! Y/N: Is that it?

Sylvie: Wait, no I didn't tell it right.

Goddess! Y/N: Did you two not know how to trust each other like normal people and just be...I don't know siblings?

Sylvie: This is gonna sound really weird but let me get it out there.

Goddess! Y/N: Okay, go.

Sylvie: Okay, Loki the male variant of myself betrayed me by not being on my side to kill He who remains that starts a war of Kangs.

Sylvie: Wanted to keep the timeline in order, which which got upset because I was upset that another variant could end up like me being kidnapped from their timeline.

* Goddess! Y/N just tired of bullshit and confused by lore*

*Goddess! Y/N then has an epiphany*

Goddess! Y/N: Wait, did you say Loki?

Sylvie: Yeah, Loki with butt cheeks as round as the moon and just as far out of my grasp.

Goddess! Y/N: Yeah, I went to school with him.

Sylvie: No, you didn't.

Goddess! Y/N: Yeah, I did. He was in my class, he got herpes.

Goddess! Y/N: He was like a solid 7/10 before that.

Sylvie: 7/10?!

Sylvie: But he must've- but what about his-

Goddess! Y/N: This imagination might be....a little out there.

*Sylvie disappointed*

Sylvie: Huh, well there goes my motivation

Goddess! Y/N: Yeah, so anyway. I'm the God of Time.

Goddess! Y/N: And I can keep doing this for eternity.

Goddess! Y/n: But I figure you got...

*Goddess! Y/N calculates*

Goddess! Y/N: Forty years.

Sylvie: Not if I ascend to God hood as well.

Goddess! Y/N: Nah, I'm just keep pulling you back here.

Goddess! Y/N: You know. I can reintroduce you to Loki.

Goddess! Y/N: I mean, he still has herpes but he's taking medicine for it.

*Sylvie re-thinks her life choices*

Sylvie: You know, that's okay I guess I did romanticize a bit.

Sylvie: But we haven't kept in touch so it would be a bit awkward now.

Sylvie: Maybe it's time to let go of Loki and you and I can just be friends!

*Sylvie pleads*

*Pissed off Goddess! Y/N still/annoyed*

Goddess! Y/N: Well, let's review.

Goddess! Y/N: You started a cult, stole my wand, you tried to brainwashed me, you broke into my....tree castle and tried to destroy time itself.

*Sylvie chuckles nervously*

Sylvie: Well, when you put it that way it sounds pretty bad.

Sylvie: But my childhood was stolen from me- well with my lover betraying me and him betraying me and all.

Sylvie: So, I think you can excuse my motivations.

Goddess! Y/N: No, no. I can't let this go.

Goddess! Y/N: Sylvie Lafeydóttir. I princess Y/N, by the power vested in me by Godhood do hereby sentence you to six consecutive life sentences as friends to the Avengers.

*Sylvie is confused what Goddess! Y/N just said*

Sylvie: Huh...

Sylvie: When you put that way it almost sounds like some kind of punishment.

Goddess! Y/N: Yeah. Wednesday is Monopoly night.

Goddess! Y/N: I suggest you bring a lot of scotch and a garbage bag.

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ask-will-and-nico · 2 years

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Nico closed and locked the door behind them. “You promised naked cuddles,” he said. Will chuckled, feeling his ears burn. “Did I?” he asked. Nico hummed, tossing his blankets onto the bed. He still had his own shirt off and he turned around to pull Will forward by his belt loops. “You did,” Nico responded. “Hm, well I do try to keep my promises,” he said, setting his hands on Nico’s hips and leaning in to peck his lips. Nico smiled up at him. “How noble of you,” he commented.

“I try,” Will said. He pulled his shirt off and appreciated the way Nico’s eyes raked him up and down. He knew Nico found him attractive, that much was evident the first night they met, but it was still nice to have the reminder every once in a while. “See something you like?” Will asked. Will hummed and worked on unbuttoning Will’s pants. Will snorted at how brash Nico was being. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you had an ulterive motive,” he added. Nico grinned up at him, though he looked like he was getting cold without his shirt on again. “Maybe I do,” he said. Will doubted that. Nico made want to do things, but that would be a not so great idea, and Will knew Nico knew that too. “Maybe I just missed someone,” Nico said, and Will frowned. “Who?” He asked.

#asks #mini fic 8

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destourtereaux · 3 years

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treat you better - cedric diggory/harry potter x fem!reader (part one)

summary: after a month of hints, you and hermione have given up on trying to get ron and harry to ask you two to the yule ball. but nothing sparks action like a little competition... from none other than hogwarts golden boy, cedric diggory.

requested? yes, by an anon; see the request here

word count: 1.5k

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warnings: literally nothing, super fluffy, some jealousy

read the next 3 parts: 2, 3, 4

a/n: hi everyone! this series will likely be in two parts, and it'll follow the love triangle of cedric, y/n, and harry. it's also my first time writing ced, so hope you enjoy and pls reblog to support! (dannie this is for u @ur-local-reality-shifter ced would love ya)

“Boys!” Hermione exclaims, throwing her hand up, and you can’t help but agree. “They’re just so -- so --”

“Daft? Infuriating? Excrutiatingly unobservant?” you offered.

Hermione smiles a little at this, “all three.”

The two of you had been dropping hints left and right about the Yule Ball to Harry and Ron for the past month, trying to get them to ask you and Hermione to go. But it was all in vain, you should’ve known those two dimwits wouldn’t realize…

“Remind me again why we like them?” Hermione prompts, a sigh escaping her parted lips.

Your expression matches hers, full of disappointment, “I wish I could tell you, Mione, I really wish I could.”

“Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, do you think we should ask them ourselves??” the brunette asks.

You immediately freeze, “Oh Godric, no, I’m so bad at that. But you’re right, they’re never going to realize…” you groan, “say, we give them another week? And if they still haven’t asked us, we’ll take matters into our own hands.”

Hermione nods in agreement, and after a quick goodnight, you adjourn the emergency meeting and crawl into bed.

Little did you know, the universe had other plans.

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It had been a fun Herbology lesson, although rather peculiar; Professor Sprout had brought the class to Greenhouse 2 and showed them how to extract bubotuber pus. As a result, you were covered with dirt but satisfied with your work.

As you headed out the door and turned onto the stone corridor that encircled Hogwarts, chatting happily with Hermione, you heard footsteps approach from behind. Turning around, you see Cedric running up to you, his scarf blowing in the wind, a grin on his face.

“Y/N! Wait up! Can I ask you something?” he queries, catching up to you.

Hermione looks at you, and you tilt your head, perplexed. “Well, I’ll see you later, Mione.” She nods, waves at Cedric, and heads off to her next class.

“Hey Ced, what’s up?” you greet him with a smile. Cedric was definitely one of your favourite seventh years by far. You’d met on the first day of school when you had gotten lost and he helped lead you back to the common room. He was like that, always lending a helping hand to anyone who needed it, without the slightest ulter motive. And ever since then, you’d become good friends, occasionally hanging out in your respective common rooms and laughing while catching up. He’d never approached you right after a class though, so you were rather confused as to why he’d chosen to do so today.

“How are you, Y/N/N?” Ced asks when he’s caught his breath.

“I’m alright! Herbology was good today, but I might still need your help later; new essay,” you grin, knowing the Hufflepuff excelled at the subject.

Cedric nods, “Sure! You know I’m happy to help; but that’s not why I’m here. I actually wanted to know if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball with me?”

Your jaw drops as you struggle to recollect yourself. Of all the things he could have said, this was not what you had expected. As you start to come to your senses, you realize, would this be so bad? It was really hard to dislike Cedric, and you doubted anyone but the Slytherins did. He was so kind and smart, not to mention easy on the eyes too. It’s just that you’d never really thought about this.

Cedric misinterprets the silence, hastily adding, “Of course, it’s completely up to you, I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but I’d obviously love it if you said yes…”

“No, no! I’m so honoured that you’ve asked me, and you’re such a sweet person, but I need some time to decide, if that’s okay?” you answer warmly.

The boy looks relieved, lending you one of his charming smiles, “Yes, for sure, you can let me know whenever you’re ready. And Y/N, this isn’t a joke or anything, I’m honestly asking you, I think it’d be nice to go.”

You can’t help it as a blush blooms on your cheeks as you nod, unable to form another sentence.

“Right, so see you in the library this afternoon? I need some help with Arithmancy, and we can get cracking on the Herbology essay too,” Cedric finishes.

“Yep! I’ll see you there,” you smile, and wave goodbye to the tall boy. Then you shyly turn away from him and head on after Hermione.

The moment you’re sure you’re out of his sight, your brain goes into overdrive, and your strides become faster and faster until you’re almost running. Spotting familiar brown curls, you rush over to your best friend and everything spills out. “Hermioneithinkcedjusaskedmetotheballnisaididthinkaboutitbuticantreallythinkrightnow”

Hermione’s eyes widen and she pats you on the back. “Woah, calm down Y/N/N… what happened? Slowly, and in English please.”

You glare at her, and she laughs. “Cedric happened. He just asked me to the Yule Ball. In the corridor; after you left!! And I didn’t know what to say so I said I’d think about it but I still don’t know what to say after thinking about it. HELP!”

You watch as your best friend processes the information, brows lifting and mouth opening to form a perfect “o”.

“Y/N… Cedric just asked you to the Yule Ball?! And you said you’d think about it?!!!” She shouts, and you immediately muffle the sound by covering her mouth. “Right, sorry. I’ll be quiet but, WHAT?”

You shrug, as flabbergasted as she is.

“I think you should go for it. I mean, this is Cedric Diggory we’re talking about. Quidditch star, good student, overall great person, and one of your closest friends. Why wouldn’t you say yes?”

“Because, er, I mean when you put it that way…” you struggle feebly. And she was right, Ced was no doubt one of the most popular Hogwarts students, professors and students alike loved him, and he’d never failed to make you laugh or comfort you after a bad grade. “But… What about Harry?” you protested.

Hermione lends you a sympathetic look. “Y/N/N, Harry hasn’t picked up on our hints for a month now… if you keep on waiting for him, you won’t have a date. I know you like him, but maybe Cedric is the change that you need! If you won’t give him a chance, do it for me, we’re in the same boat here.”

You wince, thinking about Ron’s lack of observational skills. “Okay, Mione, we’ll see where this goes,” you agree, and your friend beams.

At 5pm, you headed down to the library for your study session with the Hufflepuff boy, your heart was hammering away in your chest, and you prayed it wasn’t showing on the outside.

As you spotted a familiar figure making its way towards your table, you immediately stood up, and sat back down again, not sure what to do.

“Hi Y/N, nice to see you again,” he smiles warmly, and that cements the choice you’ve made.

“Hey Ced, same here! I just wanted to say that I’ve thought about what you said, and my answer is yes, I’d love to go to the Yule Ball with you. Thank you for waiting,” you blurt out, and immediately turn a bright shade of red.

A huge grin lights up the boy's face and he quickly replies, "Oh my god, we’ll have so much fun together! You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that, Y/N; much, much longer than a day."

And before you can even begin to take in what he had just said, you two got back into the groove of studying, and it felt as if nothing had changed as you giggled at his little jokes and he high-fived you every time you got a question correct… almost.

The next morning, you went about your day as usual, eating breakfast at the Great Hall before heading down to the quidditch pitch for practice. It was a beautiful day out, and your team was performing incredibly well; it boosted all your moods when practice ended and your captain complimented everyone.

As you leave the pitch, you see Cedric approaching you again, and your heart speeds up.

“Y/N! I was wondering, if you’re free this afternoon, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? There’s a new restaurant there and we could get lunch.”

How could you resist that grin and those wavy golden locks of his? “I mean, I might be a little busy, y’know, hanging out with some other friends of mine,” you tease.

He picks up on the joke and joins in with a wink, “Mhm… as long as they aren’t boys, can’t have you stolen away before I get to properly date you.” As if on cue, he picks a flower from the grass and tucks it behind your ear, brushing aside a strand that had gotten onto your face.

You can’t help but smile. “Alright, maybe I’ll go with you,” you concede, and Cedric gives you a celebratory peck on the cheek. As he pulls back to look at you, an involuntary grin tugs the corners of his lips up; he'd never get tired of making you happy.

Unbeknownst to either of you, Hermione and two very familiar boys had caught the whole scene from the other side of the bleachers. Your best friend was absolutely delighted, seeing how kind and romantic Cedric was… but unlike Hermione, Harry was far from happy.

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choosingfreedom-a · 7 years

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Meta: how does Levi react to people flirting with him?

@acelaevateins || meme. || accepting.

depends on the person, though levi is universally not……much of a flirter lmao.

most commonly, flirtations come during the irritating social functions erwin drags him to, the ones that help the survey corps’ image and keep them in good standing with the nobles still willing to give them money. it is here that levi always seems to have a few women in tight dresses approach him, batting their lashes and paying their compliments to humanity’s strongest.

he pretty much just stonewalls them until they give up. he isn’t interested, for a great multitude of reasons.

this tends to be his response to flirting from strangers (or the odd, bold soldier): ignoring it until they stop. it’s kind of the only way he knows how to handle it, though if someone is too persistent he’ll straight up tell them to fuck off. casual flirting just – isn’t something he does, and it usually makes him uncomfortable and annoyed.

now, with friends, he’s a little more relaxed. if he knows there’s no romantic intent behind it, he’s willing to treat it like any other banter. for instance – i don’t really imagine flirting to be part of his and hange’s dynamic, but if we say that it is, he’d either playfully tell them to fuck off, or respond with some deadpan flirtation of his own.

similar with someone he’s actually interested in (rare as that might be), except then he’ll be more awkward about it. he doesn’t really know what to do with serious flirting from someone who actually cares, and uh…don’t expect him to be super graceful about it? the thing with levi is that his flirting is like most of his other brands of teasing: deadpan, blunt, probably insulting, and very difficult to tell how serious he is. when he says “you’re a fucking idiot,” he could be genuinely insulting you, being affectionate, or being flirtatious, depending on the person, and yet the delivery isn’t all that different either way. it takes knowing him well to be able to tell which it is, precisely because his tone and body language are so hard to read.

this isn’t to say that his response to flirting will always be insults or awkwardly crass or unintentionally dismissive. he’s capable of being smooth – sometimes. but he’s so direct, and flirting is generally so indirect, that the two just don’t mix super well. so uh. if you attempt to flirt with levi ackerman. be prepared for it to Not Go The Way You’re Hoping.

#; wash the ink from your hands and start again ( answered. )#; don't you ever tame your demons but always keep them on a leash ( about. )#( this isn't Nearly as coherent as i'd like it to be esp bc it's such a wonderful question ??? )#( honestly i think levi trying to flirt is Hilarious bc u know his attempts at being funny or charming so often fall flat )#( but he's just. so not interested in flirtations form strangers. they feel v false and shallow to him and he always suspects them of ulter #( the idea of someone flirting w/ him bc they Genuinely Like Him (esp if he Genuinely Likes Them Back) is much harder for him to know what #( probably stalls out for a moment and then tries to reciprocate but does a v bad job of it )#( rip him ok no one ever TAUGHT him how to FLIRT that wasn't one of the lessons in KENNY'S SURVIVAL SCHOOL )#acelaevateins #( *ulterior motives )#( *know what to do with )#( answering asks is so ANNOYING it doesn't TELL me when my tags are too long )

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magnoliasrotting · 7 years

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Daensa ~ Sansa comforts Daenerys after Viserion's death. Dany learns about Lady and realizes that she has more in common with the northern girl than she originally thought.

Thank you so much for the ask! This got a little long so its all under the cut but I hope you like it.

All she wanted to do most days was just hide away from the world and sleep. Viserion’s death was sharp and painful, piercing and tearing at her heart until she was certain that her heart was no longer recognisable as that. No woman should ever have to see her child die, and yet that was what she had seen. Her son, her Viserion was gone, or at least he was no longer recognisable as her child. He’s not your son. She knew that she had known from the moment that she had stared into his eyes, now blank and hollow, an unnatural blue instead of the usual gold of his eyes. He hadn’t recognised his mother or his siblings. Tears pricked at her eyes but she shut them tight. Tears are for little girls and you are no child, she reminded herself harshly, trying to pull the broken pieces together, but you are a mother. You were a mother before you were a queen, she thought to herself as she heard the sudden loud and pained screeches of Drogan and Rheagal.

She winced at the sound of their grief. They had all been inconsolable, refusing her touch and comfort. Every time she had tried to approach them, they had only snarled at her, pinning her with a look of absolute rage. Jon had told her that it was nothing to worry but she knew. They blame me, she thought to herself, feeling hollow and empty and they were right to believe that. She had been so certain, she had pushed and it had all come to naught. There was a loud shriek that shook the very foundations of Winterfell. She closed her eyes, fiercely jealous of her own children. It was a wicked thing to feel but right at the moment, she wished to be with her children, screaming her grief to the sky, shaking all that heard. She didn’t want to wear the crown or smile for these Northerners. She wanted to cry.

There was a sudden knock at the door. She tried to ignore it but pushed herself up. You’re a queen before you are a mother and we are at war. She walked to the door slowly, hoping that the other person would lose interest and go away but they knocked again. She opened the door, it is time for you to be queen now. She didn’t much look like a queen. Her hair was tangled and her eyes red and swollen. She snorted, the great and fearsome queen of Westeros is nothing more than a little girl. You’re all being led by a child. She wanted to shout that out to the world. Tell them all that they had been fools to believe in her. She couldn’t even protect her own child. How could she even begin to help and save the people of Westeros? I am a dragon, she reminded herself, but this is winter now and all the fire is gone. She opened the door but immediately wished she hadn’t.

“Lady Sansa?” Her eyes darted between the other woman and the tray of food she had. She should have felt grateful for the gesture but she could only feel self-conscious. She was the Queen and the oldest out of the two women but it was Lady Stark who looked older and more regal. The other woman was beautiful, incredibly so. Standing before her at that moment made her feel impossibly small.

“You missed breakfast. I thought you might be hungry so I brought you some things from the kitchen” Her mouth went dry at the kind gesture. She was hungry and she had suspected that food would be sent up to her but to have Lady Sansa doing it. Had Jon sent her? No, he could have asked for a servant to do it but here Lady Sansa stood before her, bearing gifts. Why would she do it, though? She wanted to accept and believe that Lady Sansa was only being kind but from what she had heard and seen of the other woman, this was unusual. Lady Sansa seemed to be made of ice itself. Jon adored her and her Lord Hand seemed fond of her too but she could not help but feel suspicious of the other woman. She was beautiful, very beautiful and she did not know what her motives were.

“Why? You expect me to believe that you did this out of the kindness of your heart? Why are you being kind?” Her words were harsh and blunt, too blunt for a Lady such as Sansa but grief and fatigue had given her distaste for the Great Game and its rules. Lady Stark opened her mouth to reply but the loud cries of Drogan and Rheagal filled the room, shaking the foundations of the castle itself. We’re going to drown in their grief. The world will break apart from the grief of my children, of monsters. She wanted nothing more than to join her two remaining children and comfort them but they would not let her. Lady Sansa yelped loudly and she turned to face the other woman. Her eyes were wide and scared, her face pale with fear and her mouth hanging open. So, she is flesh and blood. There’s more to ice, a little voice said, cruel and harsh. Guilt filled her stomach quickly after though. Lady Sansa had done nothing to deserve her thoughts. She had only ever been kind and gracious.

“Sorry about the noise,” she said kindly. Lady Stark straightened up and shook her head. Her fear slowly fading only to be replaced with the mask.

“There’s nothing to apologise about. May I come in?” She nodded, she couldn’t say anything else. All the words were stuck in her throat. She moved out of the way, allowing the other woman to slip past and place the tray on the desk. She watched her as she busied herself with moving the things about on the tray. She’s very beautiful, the thought was unbidden and strange. It didn’t seem right to think such a thing. She was certain that the other woman wouldn’t be so pleased to hear her thoughts. “I hope broth is fine with you? I wasn’t sure what to get you but this is warm and filling.” She stared at the back of the other woman. If it had been any other person, she would have assumed that they were nervous (rightly so as well) but this was Sansa.

“Lady Stark turned around, smoothing her skirts, a faint blush painted on her face and her head bowed down. She looked lovely, like some snow maiden or princess. She finally looked up and smiled tentatively. It was perhaps that smile that forced the words out.

“Thank you,” she said, truly meaning it. “I’m truly grateful for what you have done.” Her voice trembled on the last word but the other woman’s face softened. She sat heavily on the nearest chair. Something about that expression, gentle and kind and soft broke something inside her and made her feel weak. The tears once again burnt hotly behind her eyes but she pushed the desire down. No! You are the blood of the dragon and dragons don’t cry, she reminded herself harshly but she could not help wonder if mothers of dragons cried. If hot flaming tears slid down their monstrous and scaled faces when their children were lost.

“You don’t have to thank me,” she says softly and there is honesty and truth in her words but frustration bubbles under her skin. Doesn’t she understand? Of course, she must thank her? “Why? Why are you doing this for me? Why are you being kind?” She asks, suddenly angry. The other woman suddenly freezes, her mouth hanging open. There’s a rush of anger and hurt and victory. She’s caught the other woman out (but, and she will never admit this to herself, there is disappointment too). “You may go.” She says finally once she sees that Lady Sansa will remain silent. She turns away from her, the tears behind her eyes now hotter than ever.

“I understand, how it feels. I understand.” She freezes at the other girl’s words. She knows of the pain and horrors that struck the Stark family. It’s a tragedy and she feels for the other girl. She doesn’t know what it’s like to lose a father or a mother and she had been half pained and half relieved when Viserys had died. She doesn’t know much about it but she silently thinks that nothing will ever compare to a loss of a child.

“Your family? I know and I’m sorry for your loss,” she tells her but her words are all stiff. Lady Sansa only shakes her head.

“No, not my family. Do you know about direwolves?” She nods. She had first thought that they were nothing but simple dogs but seeing Jon with his own had opened her eyes. Their connection is deep, at times it is as if they are one. It is the same with all the other Stark siblings, with Arya and the strange boy that has visions. Their connections with their wolves are something deep and intimate and beautiful. She had always wondered why Lady Sansa didn’t have one but now, she thinks with mounting dread, she understands. “Well my one was killed and she was innocent and deserved to live.” Her breath hitched at the sight of the girl’s raw pain. Her face was crumpled and her voice broken. Sansa didn’t look like a Lady or a Queen at that point. She only looked like a girl, like me, she thought to herself.

“I’m sorry.” Sansa nodded jerkily but didn’t say anything else. “Does it get better?” Their eyes met and she could already see from her eyes the answer.

“No, not really, not ever. I still feel the place where she should be. She was part of me and she’s gone now. You get so used to pain though that you sometimes forget.” She nodded, the future didn’t seem any brighter but the weight lessened. It felt good hearing the truth, bleak as it may be. Dany didn’t ever think she would be able to move on from Viseron and hearing the truth, hearing that her child would never be forgotten, would always be loved was one of the sweetest reliefs ever. It hurts so much but I can’t forget. I must look back and remember. She closed her eyes tightly, tears finally slipping down her face.

“Thank you for telling me this.” Sansa, (not Lady Sansa or Stark, just Sansa) nodded, turning her face away.

“I remember how lonely it was afterwards. No one understood and I didn’t want anyone to feel like that again.” The tears fell more easily than before as she nodded. It had been kindness that had moved Sansa, not some shady ulterior motive but kindness. Her heart ached at the thought, she hadn’t realised that it had been so long since she had been the recipient of kindness. A long time, she thought to herself, a very long time.

“Thank you,” she said again. There was more that she wanted, needed really to say but she could barely string together a sentence. Sansa nodded and got up.

“You should get some sleep. You look exhausted.” She pushed herself and edged her way to the bed but suddenly froze. She didn’t want to be alone, not anymore.

“Could you stay? Just until I get to sleep?” She asked. Sansa stared at her with wide and shocked eyes. She knew her question was wrong. This wasn’t what queens did and it wasn’t what mothers did either but she was tired of loneliness and grief had made her into a strange creature.

“Yes,” Sansa said slowly, nodding.

“Yes?” The other girl only smiled, a small one and infinitely sad but one that still made her feel breathless. It’s like falling but there’s no end. That should have scared her and pushed her away but it didn’t. It only made her want more. Flying is like falling too. This is as close as I will ever get to the air.

“Yes,” she said again, sounding more certain and sure of herself.

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