#Warden Elias
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“Dearest Mi’Var,
As you may suspect, the contents of this correspondence must remain of the utmost secrecy. I shall get straight to the point. In response to your inquiry: it is true. I was of Clan Sabrae, and I was Ethlas Mahariel.
I have spent many seasons wondering if we would ever connect again. I have spent just as many wondering what I might say to you if we ever did. I don’t think there are words enough to explain my choices, nor enough to convey my deepest apologies.
I wish I could tell you that the secrecy of my identity was a selfless one. That it was a sacrifice for the Clan’s safety. That’s what I told myself in the beginning. In truth, I was afraid. Afraid of facing the Clan again. I failed our Keeper once; I scarce thought she would wish to hear from me again. Yet in doing so, I failed you twice. And for this I apologize. I can’t imagine the grief you must have felt.
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, but I shan’t expect it.
Enclosed, you will find a relic of our people. It is an Elvhen sending stone, created to connect two souls across space. If I may make one request of you, I ask you to please use it. I wish to hear your voice again... I miss you terribly.
May June’s fire keep your blade ever sharp,
Ethlas Atheranion Mahariel”
— A letter from Warden-Commander Elias to Inquisitor Brielle Lavellan
#dragon age#mahariel#lavellan#dragon age origins#dragon age inquisition#dai#dao#inquisitor#the warden#my warden#my inquisitor#my ocs#brielle lavellan#elias lavellan#worldstate: the maker's (un)chosen#junk codex#mine#junk writes
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[ cont. of this ask ]
@ceruleancattail Yes omg hi hello... As promised, I drew in Ceru!! (hopefully this is fine TvT)
Staring at Elizabeth is like... staring at the sun. TOO HOT (HOT DAMN /j).
women <3 [explodes]
#twst oc#[👁️] elizabeth warden#ceru#my art heh#[rambling]#for those who need context:#elizabeth is the twisted wonderland version of elias b.#we love the gaslight gatekeep girlboss librarian of NRC /j#jk i hate her <33 (affectionate)
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they dont know, chat
#theyre not gonna know what hit them#johnny replays dao for the 50th time#my wardens name is elias! hes a cousland :)#went with the most boring character choice ironically to spice things up bc i almost never play as humans and never play warriors#yesterday i was complainging about dragon age burnout and here i am. right back on my bullshit. sorry guys#johnny.txt#da
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Sometimes it's just rainy enough to keep you from playing DA on your PC/PS4... which isn't enough to stop you from thinking abt it, and realizing a certain picrew can semi-accurately capture all of your Protags. Then that's it, that's your evening
#Kris.txt#DA#Elias#Zarrin#Lenore#Marcella#Leonard#Elrevas#Theia#Declan#RIP to Lenore and Declan. my half-finished Warden+Inq. their Hawke isn't even here tho so. could be worse
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character tag drop
#Muse: Of Sea Snake and Dragon Blood (Laena Velaryon)#Muse: Queen From Old Town (Alicent Hightower)#Muse: Broken Not Dead (Bran Stark)#Muse: Ivory and Silk (Sansa Stark)#Muse: Lost An Eye Gained A Dragon (Aemond Targaryen)#Muse: This Velaryon Is True (Aemma Velaryon)#Muse: Dragon of Perryn (Daenys Perryn)#Muse: The Spare Dragon (Aegon Perryn)#Muse: The Antlered Doe (Graycie Waters)#Muse: The Roaring Lioness (Tya Baratheon)#Muse: The Viper (Oberyn Martell)#Muse: A Living Princess (Shaena Targaryen)#Muse: Little Of Her Grandmother (Margaery Tyrell)#Muse: Wife Of The Sea (Lailani)#Muse: Brown Not Grey (Jeyne Poole)#Muse: The Princess Who Was Promised (Daenerys Targaryen)#Muse: Sweet Little Snake (Elia Martell)#Muse: Grey Warden Tabris (Junper Tabris)#Muse: Champion Demelza Hawke (Demelza Hawke)#Muse: Inquisitor Lailani Lavellan (Lailani Lavellan)#Muse: King In All But Name (Anora Mac Tir)
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it’s actually so crazy that James could literally be manipulating EVERYONE rn?!?
like pretending to be Wardens right hand, but what if he orchestrated the whole thing from the very start?
what if he gave orders to the people who killed Terra, Elias’s mum (his SISTER) to do so at Fresno (like gave them a way in and everything) what if he made it so Warden was away at that time and wouldn’t be able to save her - maybe it was an accident that Elias survived and that’s why he’s trying so hard to convince Warden to not make Elias the leader next? YKIWIM???
but imagine if the Barista was also a spy… and they were working TOGETHER? like when James was threatening them it was almost like an inside joke or smt because they are working together to fool everybody…
or maybe Barista is a spy but not with James, that would make him wayyyy more suspicious bcs ‘i’m the only double agent here right?… then who are they and what are they doing here?’
maybe James would want to find out if they were really a spy but by doing so it would expose himself, and obviously he can’t trust a stranger - especially one who is there to gain trust only to use it for their selfish advantage.
or maybe he would make a deal with them to work together? join forces?
maybe the Barista would agree, but then change their mind or be working against him from the start, only to expose him and save everybody else. would they expose themself as well or act like he was the only spy to gain even more trust and manipulate everybody? - James would try to expose them too but people wouldn’t believe him right? maybe people would believe James and not Barista? (most likely) thinking that Barista was trying to make them turn against James, one of their own, in order to save themselves.
maybe Barista as a spy would have a change of heart and suddenly run away in the middle of the night, only leaving a scribbled note of all the information you knew and an apology in the hopes that the Wraiths wouldn’t try to track you down and kill you - hoping that the insider information about your boss would help the Wraiths take them down or avoid a planned attack that Barista knew about but wanted to warn them about because it would’ve hurt people and maybe even killed Elias, the whole ‘spy falls in love with the person they were supposed to kill’ and then ‘goes against everything they’ve ever worked for in order to save others’ ASHSHSHDFDKDNDNSNSHDJ
sorry for the yap 😔
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Kisses with Elias
Ahem ahem I miss my local bad boy
Everybody say thank you to @chilliesillie for this because THIS is the only reason it exists😍
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"I missed you." You snuggle closer to Elias, pressing your face into his neck.
He had left earlier in the morning to meet his father, leaving you alone in the safe house. It was the first time you'd been by yourself in a while and you just couldn't help but jump onto him the first chance you got, so as soon as he returned you took it upon yourself to push him onto the couch and smother him in hugs.
"Really? I was only gone for two hours babe." He giggles at the feeling of your breath on his skin.
You pulled away, a faux frown on your face, "Okay but you left without telling me. I woke up and the bed was empty, actually the entire house was empty!"
"I'm sorry babe. You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn’t wanna wake you up." He placed a hand on your cheek, and you eagerly lean into his touch. "Besides you knew I had to see Warden today."
"Yeah, but that didn't make me feel any less lonely. I really really missed you."
The state he's in right now is just tempting. The way he leans back giving you full access to his body, his hands gently caressing your thighs on either side of his body. And his eyes, his fucking eyes that keep looking at you with that dreamy expression.
"How about I make it up to you?" He’s looking up at you all starry eyed and expecting. "You can use me as you please. Anything you want, you can take it from me."
Your heartbeat quickens and if you didn't look away now, you might just lose yourself in the depts of his gaze.
"Why do you say things like that?" You try to hide your flushed cheeks with your hands.
"Hey," he turns your face back to look at him, "You said you missed me, I'm just giving you the opportunity to show me how much."
"Shut up"
He takes your hand from your face, placing it right on his chest, “I feel a little stuck in this jacket, will you please help me get it off?”
You don’t respond, scared that some other sound might escape your throat that most definitely aren’t words ,especially when he’s pulling you further up his lap, closing the space between your bodies.
Wordlessly, you push his jacket further down his shoulder, swallowing hard as more of his arms is revealed. No matter how many times you've seen them, even if he parades the house in shirts without sleeves all the time, you'll never get over how attractive they are.
"Keep going." He leans up to whisper in your ear and you promptly shove him back down. He stays down, chuckling at how dishevelled you are from just some light teasing.
"You'll be the death of me.” You huff.
“Don’t be dramatic, I know you want this just as much as I do. I know you’ve been wai-”
He does not shut up, does he? So, you shut him up, pressing your lips onto his. He’s still laughing at your impatience in-between kisses, it reverberates through the kiss and annoys you even more, so you push him further into the plush cushions. He helps you stay anchored to him with his hands on your hips, squeezing more and more as the kiss escalates. He willingly opens his mouth granting you access to his tongue, and you willingly accept.
When you finally pull away, you’re both out of breath. He’s still looking up at you with the same awestruck expression and you wonder just what’s going through his mind.
“I… I like it when you look at me like that.” You confess, “It’s the same way you look at the stars.”
He’s grinning below you, gently guiding your face back down to kiss him again. The way his body reacts to you is astonishing, willing to bend and comply at your every touch. In turn, it makes you want to give in to his every request and need. In the end of it all, it’s just you and him indulging in each other to satiate you own wants.
“You- god you.” You’re dumbstruck.
“Come on, kiss me more." He pushes, voice raspy and filled of need. "Paint galaxies on my skin with your lips.”
The hairs on your skin raise, sending tickles and shivers down your spine. This man needs to be stopped. But...
If that’s what he wants, who are you to deny him?
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Here are our contenders for The Crackship Awards 2024!
Bracket 1:
Shadow Kirby x Prince Fluff vs Randy Cunningham x Ruby Gillman
Roronoa Zoro x Sasuke Uchiha vs Elizabeth Afton x Charlie Emily
June Eggbert x Chiaki Naname vs Vriska Serket x Hatsune Miku
Mari from Omori x Sayori from Doki Doki Literature Club vs Bee x Fionna
Wonder Woman x Talia al Ghu vs Posiedon x Incitatus
Firestar x Waffles vs Graystripe x Waffles
Kestrel x Coral vs Hatake Sakumo x Ootsutsuki Kaguya
Zhongli × Yip Tak vs Elsa x Jack Frost
Bracket 2:
Bowser x Luigi vs Shrek x Donkey
Samurai Jack x Johnny Bravo vs Scourge x Ashfur
Tigerstar x Arctic vs Gerald Robotnik x Black Doom
Catra & Ashfur vs Lucifer x Adam
Hawkfrost x Leafpool vs Twilight x Mordecai
Vaggie x Ragatha vs Rainbow Dash x Dirk Strider
Jayfeather x His stick vs Gwenpool x Garlic bread
James x Professor Oak vs Needletail x Icicle
Bracket 3:
Jessie x Delia Ketchum vs Sees All Colors x Runs In Circles
Leafpool x Pringles chips vs Bumblestripe x A log
Asexuals x Cake vs Tigerstar x Brokenstar
Roger Raincomprix x Xavier Ramier vs Elias Bouchard x Jane Prentiss
Cookie Monster x Chocolate chip cookies vs Chameleon x Webs
Isako Toriumi x Sadayo Kawakami vs Elias Bouchard x Peter Lukas
Dr Doofenshmirtz x Perry the Platypus vs The Onceler x The Warden
Hooty x Duo vs Jiang Cheng x Liu Qingge
Bracket 4:
Sans x Nagito Komaeda vs TS Woodrow x Phantom of the Bwahpera
The fairy who knocks x The walrus who knocks vs Sofanthiel x Blue Lizard
Manticore x Sphinx vs Barney x Hunter
Norma x Willow vs Pugsley x Swift Wind
Eggdog x Strawberries vs Krestel x Tundra
Blaze x Fruit bat vs Doctors x Apples
Miette x Jorts vs Artificer x Maple Shade
Reigen Arataka x Nagito Komaeda vs Guy Montag x Wilson Smith
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saku, i saw this post, why do all (or many) your characters have mommy and daddy issues hahaha? is it for practical reasons (not having to include them in the story, give them a voice, etc)?
definitely an exaggeration! we’ve met niall’s mom, for example, so just jokes heh
For a variety of reasons! Mostly it's because I don't have to give them a voice. If parents or family members are close to characters, it makes sense in a story for them to make an appearance somewhere down the line.
But for other characters, it adds to their development just like it is in reality. Those relationships are the closest we have as children, but to have them nurtured and then severed in tragic ways inhibits some growth while attaching trauma to an individual that they then carry through to adulthood.
The best examples are Elias and Kayson. Elias lost his mother in a collapsing building he experienced himself, and that loss rippled to his family. He needs open air when he feels suffocated. His father is now colder but Elias wants to prove himself, and yet Warden seems cautious with allowing him to do that because he's already lost someone. But Elias carries a strange need to save people because he couldn't save his mother. So most of his current characteristics have been shaped by that one moment in Fresno.
The same can be said for Kayson. He was raised in a household with a single mother and two younger brothers, forcing him to be the 'father figure' and the male role model. Their dad left to pursue his career, so Kayson had no choice but to put the family first, and be the first himself so his brothers could learn from it. He needed to mature quickly, figure out the right way of 'being a man', and instil that knowledge to his siblings while also helping his mother. And these events led him to be caring, outspoken, independent, and a natural leader.
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— 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞
✧·˚ elias having a soft and sweet moment with his favorite barista
“you don’t have to sit here with me elias.”
“i know, but i want too.”
you sniffle and wipe away a stray tear from your face. you’ve never been strong when yelled at, even with nasty customers the faucet behind your eyes always seems to run no matter what. it’s the tone that’s the real killer, you just don’t want to disappoint anyone.
“i’m sorry, i probably look a mess. i’m not sad i just—” you take a breath as you feel your eyes fill with tears once more. “i just have trouble saying how i feel without crying and i-i don’t know why.” you voice waivers and you hate how pathetic you sound.
“i’m sorry.” you look down at your hands trying to focus on something to get yourself to stop crying. elias places his hand over yours and feels a tear drop fall on the back of his hand.
“don’t be sorry, emotions can be hard to process sometimes.” he intertwines your fingers with his and gives your hand a light, reassuring squeeze. you look up to connect your eyes with his and he gives you a comforting smile. “i’m hear to listen baby, take your time.”
“thank you.” you move closer and lean your head on his shoulder. no one had ever in your life cared about you like this, it felt so refreshing and unreal. deep down a part of you was scared that this was a fleeting moment and that it was real, just a façade that elias put on to comfort you, but he seemed so genuine.
“you know… you’re the only person that has seen me cry, which is shocking cause i feel like i cry all the time but i’ve always hidden it from everyone each time. what i’m trying to say is thank you for not making fun of me.”
“i could never make fun of you…well, i could never make fun of you when it’s a serious matter.” you smile and shove him gently while laughing softly. he returns the laughter and kisses your head.
“thank you for being here for me.”
“i always will be.”
“you’re so sweet to me elias.” you cups his cheek and kiss him gently, only pulling away when his phone suddenly buzzes.
“sorry.” he declines it and kisses you again.
“mm don’t you need to get that?” you ask pulling away.
“it can wait, you’re more important.”
“i am not elias, answer the phone.” you reach over to his phone and answer it before giving it to him. elias sighs and takes the phone.
“hello?” he leans in planting another kiss on your lips as he listens to the other person on the line. you quietly laugh at the romantic action.
“oh yes we’re being very careful warden.” he leans in for another kiss before you smack his shoulder lightly after realizing who is on the other line.
“it’s your father!” you whisper shout.
elias can’t help but smile at your shocked face while still holding your wrist to prevent you from landing another hit on him. your embarrassed face is just too cute to not look at.
“yes, thank you warden.” he finally ends the call and drinks in your embarrassed state. “you’re adorable when your embarrassed you know.”
you shake your head and lean against him as he hangs up and you look back up at the stars. they almost seem bright now that elias is here next to you.
“you know, i really wish we met under different circumstances.”
elias takes your hand and squeezes it.
“me too, but i’m just glad we met even if the circumstances weren’t ideal.”
“thank you elias, for protecting me from all this chaos. sometimes i don’t think i deserve it; deserve you.”
“don’t be ridiculous, you deserve it.” he says as he brings your hand up to his lips and place a light kiss on the back of it. “let’s stay together after all of this is over okay? i think it’s best if we both stay.”
“okay.”
now that elias is with you, you can’t even remember why you were crying in the first place.
this was supposed to be a valentine day fic but i didn’t finish in time i apologize
.love always <3 pearl
.masterlist
#pearl’s ❤︎ works#zsakuva#zsakuva audio#zsakuva fan fic#sakuverse#zsakuva headcanons#zsakuva elias#zsaku#zsaku elias#audio rp
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20% Convergence
↳ You and Elias watch the eclipse together
↳ 540 words / also available on ao3!
↳ A quick, unedited flash piece for the North American eclipse; hope y'all enjoy <3
Elias handed you a pair of glasses, shockingly flimsy for their protection. You opened the wings and pushed them back into your hair.
“How mad will your dad be about this?” It was a partial joke, though mostly not – you’d rather face a bullet than Warden’s wrath.
Elias laced his hands into yours. “Fuck that. Let him be pissed.” And he whisked you out the door, finally done punching in the keycode.
Outside was slightly dimmed, only noticeable through the knowledge that it was supposed to be. The sky was grayer; the shadows uneven and calm; a world seemingly stopped for the hiding sun.
You entertain the thought for a moment. How many were just like them, trailing the sky for a glimpse at the phenomena?
Rough hands glide the glasses down over your eyes and the world goes dark. You open your mouth in protest before they move your head upwards, and it comes into view.
The sun is ablaze, vivid with unpatternable fire, making a color so dark and vibrant it seemed otherworldly. And the moon was nothing, a cookie-cutter to the sun.
It was a reversal in every way: The sun, normally so bright that it defined the moon with its glow, became molded by the umbra.
But above all else, it was beautiful.
Minutes pass as you both bask in the rarity, Elias not letting a moment go without explaining a facet of it. Ultraviolet to orbits mesh in his voice. You barely understood a word, but the passion was familiar.
As the sun became more obscured, you felt a chill seep into the air: Something deeper than any breeze, cold in more than just the temperature. The sun, and thus its warmth, was being cut off.
You draw your hands around yourself, knitting a tight blanket of arms to combat the rising bumps on them. “Maybe we should grab a blanket…” you say, having waited for a moment he seemed to take a dip in his rants.
Elias glances at you before looking back to the sky. Continuing in his explanations, he slips his leather jacket off and places it around your shoulders.
His hands work down from the shoulders to your waist, wrapping them around it before propping his head right where his hands used to be. He constricts, and you’re pulled closer to him. With every breath is a fleeting patch of warmth. Smoke has never smelt so romantic.
You feel like the eclipse: So close, and yet so far. Selfishly, you wish to be closer to him, your lips on his, hands not blocked by the jacket. So you lean in, a kiss peppered to his cheek.
He smiles, pulling up his cheek into a crooked hook – and you look back to the sky.
You stay like that until the moon reaches its zenith, a measly twenty percent of coverage here in California, but alluring all the same.
For a moment, you tilt the glasses down to catch a glimpse of Elias. That ever-growing smile, waxing in rhythm with the eclipse, is all you needed. Even with shaded eyes his affections lay bare. You lean back into his shoulder and let yourself drift with the moon, which began its climb back down.
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Symbols I associate with ocs - Worldstate: The Maker’s (un)Chosen
Talani Brosca: hands, bruises, daggers, nail marks/scratches, keys, crates/barrels
Feja Aeducan: pearls, anything art deco, sequins, gold, perfume bottles
Elias Mahariel: fire, the color green, puddles, tall grass, pine trees
Cian Hawke: the sea, the color blue, oil paintings, the sky, round staircases
Brielle Lavellan: leather, sunflowers, honey, the color yellow, bees, the sun
Elara Lavellan: old books, bundles of drying herbs, quills, feathers, botanical drawings
#junk speaks#mine#worldstate: the maker's (un)chosen#my ocs#my inquisitor#my warden#my hawke#talani brosca#feja aeducan#elias lavellan#cian hawke#elara lavellan#brielle lavellan
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Okay, so I'm replaying mass effect and I've started a list of things I stumbled on for the first time. Might be interesting, but it's mostly not taking interrupts.
If you tell Anderson to go to Citadel Control instead of making Udina pay a visit to his dentist, he will actually be caught and get shot, but he is still going to get it done, like the main character he is (what do you mean the story is about Shepard? No it isn't!)
If you don't take the renegade interrupt to headbutt Uvenk on Grunt's loyalty mission, then ask him if he wants to die, Shepard will warn Uvenk that if he keeps talking crap, his "few brains are going to meet the light of day". The Shaman will be impressed and call Shepard (at least femshep) a "human Shiagur", then proceed to shit on Uvenk.
Alternatively, you can investigate, then take a paragon choice to call him the worst insult Shepard can think of: A Citadel politician.
If you take Thane to recruit Jack, when the Warden says "bounty hunters aren't dependable", he'll tell him to "try assassins"
If you ignore Bailey until you get reinstated, he will call you "Spectre Shepard" the first time you talk to him, and you won't get the "scanners think you are dead" conversation.
In the first part of Garrus loyalty mission, when you are talking to the volus, there is a renegade interrupt to shoot the bodyguards, right? If you don't take it, Garrus is going to tell them to leave and... they will. Without a word. While the volus screams for them to come back cause he already paid the guys.
If you go paragon with Elias (the guy who hired Kolyat), then take the last renegade interrupt, his lawyer will show up and tell him to "shut the hell up". Before that, you will also get the chance to rat on Mouse.
Also on Thane's mission, Talid will talk how about he is being observed and how someone is "walking on his grave, or thinking about it". His bodyguard will dismiss him by calling him paranoid.
If you don't take the renegade interrupt to blow up the krogan in Mordin's loyalty mission, you will start to regret it immediately. He will have a LONG speech about what Weyrloc is going to do to the galaxy, like throwing the Citadel in the sun, keeping salarians as slaves and eating their eggs as "a delicacy" (Mordin didn't like it much). The good news is that the interrupt will be there until he is finished talking, so there is no need to actually hear the guy.
If you stick around to hear Charr's whole poem, he will kneel in (one of) the last verses. Just a tiny detail but it was actually adorable.
If I find anything else, I'll let you guys know!
#mass effect#mass effect 2#grunt#thane krios#mordin solus#garrus vakarian#captain anderson#charr#ereba#if you saw my spelling mistakes no you didn't#i've edited this a thousand times already i'm just dumb like that#built different
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Another Life
Pairing(s): implied/referenced Rhaegar Targaryen x Stark!Reader, Ned Stark x Catelyn Tully, Robert Baratheon x Cersei Lannister
Warnings: canonical character death, illegitimacy, cat actually loves jon in this story, drabble, short, robert and cersei actually like eachother
Words: 1269
Lyanna watches Jon from atop of the courtyard's parapet, her eyes crinkling with pride as she watches Jon best Theon Greyjoy at the dance of swords. Every victory Jon made resulted in him outgrowing the label of bastard. He was so much more than a bastard of Winterfell. Not even Catelyn saw him as such. Many were so shocked when the news came that Ned had brought back his bastard one day. In fact Cat had shown up at Winterfell by his side as he held the infant in his arms, for she was one of three that knew the truth about Jon Snow.
Heartache nibbles at her heart when she recalls fifteen years prior. She remembers her sister (y/n). The fever of her cheeks as she held her newborn son in her arms. But she wasn't faring well. Birth rendered her near lifeless, allowing her to slip slowly away into the Stranger's arms. It was only a matter of time. She refused to leave the Tower of Joy, understood her fate as well as her siblings and sister-in-law did. (y/n) had just been content with the fact that she'd birthed a healthy baby boy.
"Jon." Her watery eyes turn up to Lyanna. "His name is Jon."
After Rhaegar's closest friend. Jon Connington was the one to deliver the note to Winterfell, ensuring it fell into the safe hands of the young Warden of the North himself. He'd been instructed by his revered lady, Princess (y/n) Targaryen.
The name was a slap to the face. A year prior to the birth of her son, (y/n) had supposedly been kidnapped by Rhaegar Targaryen who was supposed to marry Elia Martell the following day. Both up and vanished without a trace. Lord Rickard Stark was beside himself with grief and agony that they stormed to the capital to demand answers from King Aerys himself. Lord Rickard and his heir Brandon accused the king of hiding the location of Rhaegar and (y/n), said that she was to be returned immediately and the prince punished. But Aerys didn't take kindly to the slander they were slewing against the crown. He had them executed.
Ensuing blood shed consumed the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaegar appeared only on the battlefield with his own men. They fought against not just the king, but Ned and his own allies which included Storm's End. No sign of (y/n) nearby.
After Robert Baratheon killed Rhaegar and the regicide of the Mad King by the young lion Jaime Lannister, there was still no clue as to where (y/n) could be.
Robert, though it was Jaime who slew the king, secured the Iron Throne for himself. That meant Lyanna would be queen as she was engaged to Robert. She refused.
When Ned implored her to marry Robert, she gave him the tongue lashing of the century but it did the job in shutting him up. He couldn't force Lyanna to do something she didn't want to. That lesson was learned in childhood. If she desired to stay in the North then she would stay. Slighted at first, it didn't take him long to choose another bride. Cersei Lannister. A beautiful couple. Lyanna was happy that Robert even seemed to be truly smitten with the golden haired girl. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
Or so she was told. She couldn't attend their lavish wedding, not when her sister was still out there somewhere.
Day and night she worked in searching for (y/n). Northmen scattered across the vast land took part in looking for her.
They'd nearly given up.
And then Jon Connington delivered a letter in (y/n)'s handwriting.
She and Rhaegar had eloped. Rhaegar couldn't marry Elia Martell, he didn't love her but there was absolutely no way that Aerys would let him marry (y/n) Stark. Even (y/n) had kept her love for him a secret from everyone in her family.
Getting married as soon as they could. They had a short honeymoon for the war started shortly after. Jon Connington was entrusted with (y/n)'s safety, and though he wanted to be with Rhaegar on the battlefield, he held (y/n) in high regard. He agreed without much hesitation.
Soon she discovered she was pregnant. The pregnancy wasn't going well for her. She was constantly sick and weak. She didn't have long.
In her note, (y/n) specifically wanted Lyanna, Ned and his new bride to come. Only them. They were not to tell anyone else. Cat was loathe to leave her own baby Robb but knew how important this was for Ned and his family so of course she agreed to go. Leaving Robb pained her.
Jon was but a week old by the time they arrived to the Tower of Joy. The Sword of the Morning himself stood guard at the tower's entrance.
The babe was healthy. The same couldn't be said of his mother.
She was gaunt, so gray. This wasn't the sister Ned and Lyanna grew up with. Her smile was still the same though, even if it was a little strained. To each of them she spoke to, having the other two wait.
All of them, including Jon Connington and Arthur Dayne were to take this secret to their graves.
(y/n) died two days later.
"I know that look."
Lyanna jolts at Ned's voice, ripped from her melancholic memories. She presses her lips together. Ned grew into a fine lord. A horde of children filled the halls of the castle. Among them was the boy they thought their bastard brother. "Sometimes I can't help but think about her when I see him. He has her big, sweet eyes."
Ned nods. "He does." He rests his forearms on the wooden rail and looks down into the courtyard where Jon swung his sword in the way that Arthur Dayne had shown him that morning. Off to the distance was Jon Connington watching with a close eye. Theon and Robb are trying it out as well.
Jon was thriving. No one caught on to the truth of him. Never even breaching the surface. Many asked who the mother was since Ned agreed to claim fathership over him.
Bittersweet for the siblings watching their nephew grow up without his real mother and father. It was better this way. (y/n) wanted her son to grow up in the north opposed to the death and discrimination he might receive from being raised in the capital. Not just that, but Robert Baratheon was now entirely against the entire Targaryen line. He was already trying to locate the missing Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys with plans to execute them if they're ever found. Children. It was insane that his queen was supporting the king's search for them. His claim to the throne was in danger as long as there was even one Targaryen left alive. And unfortunately Jon was included.
That day his sister died, Ned swore to her that he would protect Jon with his life; even if that meant protecting him against his own friend he thought of as a brother. Lyanna, Ned and Cat had spent sleepless nights speaking about the possibility of Robert finding out about Jon. Their voices hushed, only the quiet flame in the fireplace bore witness to the secrets being discussed.
They would never allow the secret of Jon's parents to become public knowledge. (y/n) entrusted Jon's life to them and they would not disappoint her. They would defend the boy with their life and take his secret to the afterlife.
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The reason for why Jon's actions with respect to Arya in ADwD is compared or paralleled to Rhaegar/Lyanna is because of the underlying themes involved
"I've always agreed with William Faulkner—he said that the human heart in conflict with itself is the only thing worth writing about. I've always taken that as my guiding principle, and the rest is just set dressing." - George RR Martin.
and the wider consequences of their actions (i.e) the downfall of the Night's Watch as an institution that stays out of the wars of the realm and Robert's Rebellion (RR).
For Jon Snow that means breaking sworn oaths of neutrality that has held for some 8000 years when the Lord Commander of the Night's Watch decides to attack the Warden of the North with an army of Wildlings - also enemies of the North. This leads to his assassination, mutiny and possibly civil war at the Watch between the Freefolk, Crows, Queens men and Kings just as an existential, apocalyptic threat is almost at their doorstep.
This comparison between Jon Snow and Rhaegar Targaryen is often highlighted in response to theories on how Jon is going to be ashamed, angry or hate his biological father for possibly choosing his love for Lyanna over his duty to the realm, leading to war, death and destruction.
Putting aside the fact that Jon himself was born out of that love, hating Rhaegar for this would make him a hypocrite considering he put his own selfish self interest above the defense of the realm and the greater good because as Maester Aemon put it:
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”
Is there a theme of 'The human heart in conflict with itself' where Brandon and Lyanna are concerned? We could even say Brandon was doing his duty by defending Lyanna's honor. Where is the conflict? Where is the angst?
In fact, if there is prophecy involved wrt Rhaegar's actions, then Jon Snow was more selfish than his biological father. If Rhaegar did what he did because prophecy deemed it necessary to save the realm while Jon Snow mucked up the neutrality of an institution - the first line of defense against an apocalyptic threat - for his own personal reasons, that makes Jon even more selfish in his actions than his biological father.
And if we are talking about the far reaching consequences of their actions, then for any parallels between Brandon/Lyanna and Jon/Arya, the blame for the start of Robert's Rebellion should be assigned to Brandon and not Rhaegar...
Which, I am certain, the same folks insisting Jon would be angry and hate Rhaegar would balk at assigning any blame to Brandon Stark considering Rhaegar is the scapegoat for all things RR, getting even more hate than the Mountain and Tywin for what happened to Elia and her children.
Ned shares more similarities with Jon here, in the sacrifice of his honor when he brought up Lyanna's son as his bastard...
What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words.
And yet the consequences of that was limited to his wife and children. No one else was affected by this, there was no war, there was no breaking of oaths, no desertion.
And even just comparing Ned and Brandon as brothers to Lyanna Stark, Jon Snow's love and understanding of Arya has no parallel.
"Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it"
And what did Lyanna's son do when Arya's parents did not allow her a sword? He secretly got her one and told her how to train with it that's what! Yes, Ned relents and gets her a sword master because of his guilt/grief where Lyanna is concerned, but he did no such thing for Lyanna herself.
And despite knowing of Robert's womanizing ways and that Lyanna did not want that marriage, both Ned and Brandon seemed to have done nothing to change Rickard's mind or try and understand what it is that Lyanna wanted before everything went to hell. I simply can't imagine Jon Snow being the same where Arya and marriage are concerned.
So yes, Jon's love for Arya stands out compared to Ned/Brandon's love for Lyanna and the comparison between Jon and Rhaegar wrt to their actions regarding Arya and Lyanna comes about because of the underlying themes of duty vs love and the wider consequences of their actions.
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“𝑨𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒆.”
Elias saves you from a creep
570 words
enjoy!
“You’re very skilled at this, how long have you been working here?”
You smiled, slightly embarrassed at the sudden compliment, “oh, haha, i’ve only been working here for a little while..”
As a result of the Brewhouse incident, the Warden set up another coffee house as reimbursement where you were guaranteed a job. You had only started a couple weeks ago, and settled in nicely with Elias and the Warden himself checking up on you to make sure you were safe at all times.
Most customers tended to be friendly, and it made the job enjoyable - especially since it was your strong suit; attentiveness and making good coffee. You always found it easy to interact with people and meet them halfway. Although, while it didn’t happen often, you’ve had your share of rude customers. It can be difficult to deal with, but you shouldn’t worry as your boyfriend protector would always be there for you.
“You know, it’s surprising that someone like you would be working in a cafe. With your looks, you could be on a magazine.” The man continued, trying to get your attention.
You could only laugh awkwardly, not knowing what to say. What you thought would have been a friendly interaction with a customer turned into unsolicited ass-kissing and it only made you feel uncomfortable.
“No, I’m being serious. You’re an attractive person.” The man insisted, “I wonder if you have a boyfriend, hmm?”
The question almost sounded threatening.
“Yeah, I do.” You replied. It was true. And while you wished he could be here, for now you could only hope that this would stop the customer from making any more comments.
You were wrong. He scoffed, “Oh don’t give me that. I don’t know why people these days always turn us nice guys down.”
Not sure how to respond, you turned around to sort out the drink you were in the middle of making.
“Don’t ignore me, you little bitch.” The man raised his voice. The sudden anger in his voice frightened you.
A sudden figure stepped forward. Elias’s furious eyes caught his, his strong arm pushing its way between the man and you behind the counter and forcing him to step back.
Elias towered over him, his serious face warning him to choose his next movements carefully.
“And what the fuck is your problem?” The man exclaimed angrily.
“My problem, is you.” Elias replied in a lowered husky voice. His narrowed eyes intimidating the angry customer, leaving him with no choice but to back down.
“Apologise.” Elias demanded.
The man scoffed again, “What? Who do you think you are?”
Elias’s grip on the man tightened. He swallowed, unsure if fighting was worth it.
“I don’t think you heard me, I said apologise.”
He tried to argue back but was shut down immediately.
“You think that you can just say whatever the fuck you want to them and get away with it?” His voice raised, filling the silence in the cafe.
The man attempted to push Elias back and after failing, hurried towards the door, cursing under his breath.
Elias turned to you. “Are you okay?”
You nodded.
He made his way around the counter. “Has he come in here before?”
You replied, “I think so, yeah.”
“You let me know if he bothers you again. Him or anyone else, you tell me okay?”
He tucked hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead.
i’ve had the first draft of this in my inbox for absolutely ages without knowing how to write it out but i finally managed it!! honestly i don’t know how this happened lmao, originally i wanted to write something where elias gets jealous but then it morphed into this as i wanted to experiment with elias being more protective. thanks for reading, i hope you enjoyed!
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