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johnslittlespoon · 15 days

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ACTUALLY GOING INSANE RIGHT NOW, YOU GET IT SAM YOU GET ITTT.

I can’t believe I’m reading this at a wedding right now. I’m sitting in a corner far away from my family just in case. I may or may not be obsessing over this right now, who needs religion imma be praying to this every night.

The way Gale would never be harsh or mean to John and even when he is he never means it because he sees so much of himself in John (specifically him when he was younger) and how he knows what it feels like having a shitty dad and not feeling at home in your own house. He’d try his best to make John feel at home and safe in his house even if it does take a while. Even if sometimes John is “too much”/self-sabotaging, Gale sees through it and understands it’s just John is scared of losing him.

The way John would just walk around the house waiting for Gale to come back from work, literally trying to find anything to keep him distracted. He’d probably do some school work and if he doesn’t have any, do some housework like cook or clean the house (Like some type of housewife holyldkfijf, Gale would definitely tease him about it). And yes he would definitely raid Gale’s closet for his hoodie to chill around the house in it, maybe even fall asleep in it and Gale would come back from work to find him on the couch, hugging himself with the hoodie on. (Just imagining John’s smaller body wearing one of Gale’s big ass baggy hoodies…)

And oh how they would fight and how angsty it could get but at the end of the day both can’t be apart without each other and would eventually apologize and talk it out, how John would probably lock himself away after a fight but eventually come out and see Gale on the sofa head in hands and he’d just walk up to him and hug him. They’d stay there for hours on end just laying and cuddling and Gale would whisper sorry’s and comforting words/praises into John’s ear.

The oral cockwarming is so perfect because it lets John just relax and focus on one thing and that’s pleasuring Gale, which he loves and wants to do so badly (The people pleaser in him and also thinking it’s another reason for Gale keeping him around, whoops more angst. Obviously not the reason Gale keeps him around but John’s self-sabotaging is always there in the back of his mind.) Gale also returning the favor to John helps him see that he does love him beyond anything sexual and Gale knows this. In any situation, Gale would always show John just how much he loves him and genuinely appreciates him as a person and that he isn’t some kind of burden. The praises he whispers to John when he cockwarms him also help with that.

Anyway, *cough* *cough* can you tell I'm absolutely obsessed? Your writing and the things you come up with are just chefs kiss. Take your time and absolutely no pressure but I really can’t wait till you turn this into a full fic. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME GOTTA GO BACK TO THE WEDDING NOW <333

linked post | PLSSS at a wedding lmfaoo no but that's so real. this leaving!bikerider shit is taking over my life fml

YES EXACTLY!! to tackle the angst first: there would be sooo many dots connected with gale's own childhood/upbringing/relationship with his dad that he would see in john, and it would make him even more fiercely protective and determined to make sure he never ever makes john feel the way his dad made him feel, or how john's dad makes john feel. when he's frustrated with john, he can usually trace it back to a behaviour he himself used to do, and he can realize that it's out of insecurity, or anxiety, or fear, etc.

he knows sometimes he just has to let john push and test boundaries, because as long as he patient and proves to john he will never raise his voice, or lay a hand on him, or abandon him, john will realize that he's someone he can let his walls down with and trust fully, and over time he'll stop feeling the need to push. he just needs to be shown consistency and stability and unwavering love. :(

there's also the fact that this is john's first longterm/serious relationship outside of highschool, whereas gale's had a lot more experience and time to learn communication skills (it's something he still finds himself coming up short with a lot though).

they're on very opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to fights/arguments. for gale, some issues that might seem small/insignificant might feel really big for john; for example, the way gale words something after a long stressful day might sound at worst blunt to him, but to john it might sound like gale's being short and is angry about something john hasn't figured out yet, so then tension builds.

again, circling back round to insecurity on john's part because of how he's grown up, and circling round to gale needing to work on communication skills because he's not used to having to since he's usually on his own if he's not around friends. and yk, daddy issues on both ends lol.

i think also their ways of trying to resolve conflict would differ from each other, so it would be something they both have to learn to compromise on too. like you said, john is for sure the type to lock himself away or leave the house to get some air and calm himself down, anything he can do to self–isolate until he feels ready to talk, whereas i feel like gale is the type to either brush past it and assume it's no big deal/it'll blow over, and/or the type to want to sort things out the moment something happens, to talk it out until it's resolved. and obviously those immediate reactions to conflict kinda grate on each other, so they have to figure out how to balance things out.

but john's an easy crier and he feels just as guilty when he blows up and walks out on gale as gale does when he's too blunt or harsh when they're arguing, and neither of them can ever go to bed upset with each other. by the time john comes back home, the reflexive anger/hurt has always seeped out and made room for quiet sadness and guilt, and all he wants to do is find gale and attach himself to him and mumble his apologies and be held (and in turn have the relief of the confirmation that gale still wants to hold him.) or if john's shut himself away in the spare room or is sulking on the back porch, gale will be the one to go to him and crouch down in front of him and take his hands in his and ask what he needs, and ask if they can talk. <3

angst aside, YEAH. john doesn't mind being alone sometimes, but in general he's very social and gets his energy and good mood from being around other people, so if gale's at work and his friends are busy and he doesn't have any studying to be done, he keeps himself busy around the house (which also helps alleviate his guilt over 'intruding', or gale not letting him pay rent, because he can feel like he's making himself useful.)

and gale without a doubt teases him about it, calls him his little housewife one day when he comes home to john cooking and pounces on the way it makes john flush, wrapping his arms around him from behind and pulling him and murmuring "yeah? you like waiting for me to get home, like a cute little housepet?" and it's all banter, but it gets to both of them more than they expect. >:)

it definitely does gale in too when he sees john get comfortable enough to start stealing his clothes like that, loving how he looks in them and feeling his heart soften with the knowledge that john still wants a piece of him as close as possible when he's not with him. (he also lays john out on the couch and fucks him in nothing but gale's hoodie the first time he comes home to that <3)

and yes to the sex dynamic stuff, 100%. gale never gives john any reason to believe that he's only in it for sex, especially since gale's the one who holds off on jumping into hooking up straight away, but john does worry sometimes at the beginning until he starts to feel secure with gale. i think gale would be aware of this being a possible issue too and it would contribute to him keeping things slow at first because he wants to establish to john that he's not just a pretty body to him.

and as time goes on gale realizes how he can use stuff like gentle submission/instruction/etc like in that cockwarming drabble to get john out of his head, to help him relax, etc without directly asking john to take breaks or calm down, because john is stubborn and will work himself into the ground unless he sees that ask as something that benefits gale too. (they work on that, though.)

YEAH can you tell i'm obsessed too? this is cooked lmfaoaoo. but omg THANK U i will cry </33 i have so much fun writing all this shit out and bouncing ideas back and forth <33 i don't feel pressured dw!! i'm so excited to write the fic once i finish my current one :'-) thank you for YOUR time, hope the wedding was fun!!

#leaving bikerider au #sighghh so many good headcanons/dynamics for this au #i love me some conflict and then healthy conflict resolution <3 #and now i sleep #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #johnslittlespoon spicy #buckbucky

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oharasluverboy · 8 months

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chubby reader x Miguel Drabble…??? Fluff or whateva, if ur comfy with ittt

Do not look away. — Miguel x chubby reader drabble…

(THANK YOU FOR THE SECOND REQUEST. don’t ever feel bad for requesting something like this! also sorry for the wait tumblr deleted my draft)

“how are you holding up?” miguel slouches to place a kiss on your cheek. tonight’s been a bit rough for you. your thoughts weren’t being as kind to you (as usual) today, miguel interrogated you over why you’ve been so quiet, and down today through text before you came clean. you didn’t hate your body, far from any means just..comparing yourself to others was a common thing you still had to unlearn. “..’m fine.” you replied, eyes focused on your mirror, staring at your reflection.

“you don’t sound fine.” he quipped back, pulling your back flush against his torso, his grip around you was firm but gentle, he didn’t want to crush you after all. peppering your cheek with a few more issues, “you know this wouldn’t happen so much if you stayed off your phone.” miguel commented, pulling a scoff from you along with an eye roll. “of course you’d say that.”

“you know i’m right. you always get in your head after being on your phone for too long, or worrying about how you look with other people..” he hummed, his eyes meeting yours through the reflection. “if you’re gonna try to lecture me i dont—“ a light pinch at your side caused you to jolt, “what the fu—?!”

“will you shut up for a minute.” miguel stated, not asked but stated. “you always focus on bad shit that is not needed, i can guarantee nobody cares. the only opinion that should matter is yours.” another kiss placed on your cheek, miguel’s hands feeling out your sides, miguel has been handsy for as long as you’ve called him yours, and he’s called you his. “if you keep worrying about stuff like this you will miss out, gorgeous.” his voice loud and clear, small kisses moving downward, from your cheek to your neck..

“we don’t have to go out if you don’t want to, we can stay home—i didn’t want to go to the get together to begin with..” miguel muttered, “but they invited us—“

“they’ll live if we don’t show up. we could go do something else, you know? you’re already all dolled up and pretty, would be a waste for you to stay inside.” his hands slowly turning you around, as they moved to cup your cheeks. “we could go have dinner, then go see a movie if you want? or we could go to that roller skating place you love..” the offer of doing something miguel wasn’t too fond of made you giggle, “didn’t you say you would kill yourself if you had to go back again?” you managed to get out, that smile fighting for its place on your face.

“if it makes you feel better then i’m willing to suffer through it..anything for you, beautiful.”

— authors note; IM SO MAD MY LAST ONE DELETED STILL UOU DONY UNDERATAND RAAHHH, but here’s the only surviving screenshot i had of it (i was getting my brother to beta read it), so take this as like..uhhhh a treat ig, okay bye bye

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara fluff #miguel ohara drabble #miguel x reader #miguel x you #oharasluverboy drabbles #i’m so mad my draft deleted y’all don’t understand almost went apeshit #miguel spiderverse #did not beta read whoops

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specialagentlokitty · 7 months

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Mr Evershed x daughter!reader - if you know best

Omg! Your works are absolutely amazing! Thank you for writing amazing storiessss! I'm always nervous to request something but screw ittt😂Can i request a martin evershed x daughter reader where his kid is basically getting bullied and he only kinda finds out shes being bullied when people egg their house or something, put your own spin on it if you likeee😁 - Anon💜

Mr Evershed understood sometimes people hated school, not everybody liked it, not everybody found it easy or enjoyed it.

What Mr Evershed couldn’t understand is why you seemed to absolutely despise the idea of school.

You hate decent grades, you were an angry person, you didn’t get into fights or arguments, you kept yourself to yourself.

But yet, you always left after him despite the fact it was easier for him to drop you off and bring you home, but you were always the first out of the doors after school ended.

He had asked you a few times but you had never really given him an answer.

As he got in that night, he found you sitting at the table doing homework, your jumper on the radiator drying from the rain.

“I could have brought you home.”

“It’s okay, it wasn’t raining that bad when I was coming home.”

You glanced up from your homework and gave him a small smile.

He sighed a little, walking over to set his stuff down on the table with you.

“It would’ve been warmer.”

You laughed a little, gesturing to the fluffy blanket around your shoulders.

“That’s why I forced you to buy me this.”

“Oh really? Not because you just wanted to hide in it when you don’t want to wake up early?”

You grinned a little, shrugging your shoulders as you carried on doing your work.

Laughing softly, Mr Evershed walked over and sat next to you, grabbing his bag so he could do some of the work that he needed to do.

You both sat there peacefully working for a few moments before you tapped his arm.

He looked at you.

“Can we make pizza for dinner?”

“I don’t have the things.”

“Please?”

He chuckled a little.

“How about we order pizza, and then make some on the weekend?”

You happily agreed to this and he went looking for his phone.

While he was looking for his phone, he heard a few thuds against the house and he frowned a little bit.

You didn’t seem to notice it, so he opened the door and stepped out, looking at the house to see eggs on the window and door, students running away yelling.

He immediately recognised them and knew the kind of people that they were.

Closing the door, he stepped back inside and closed the door.

“Sweetheart?” He asked.

“Dad?”

You looked up from your homework.

He walked over, sitting opposite you at the table this time.

“How long have you been having issues at school?”

“I’m not.”

He sighed.

“There’s egg all over the windows, and yesterday I found eggshells in the front garden.”

You quickly looked at your phone.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked.

“I’m handling it…”

He sighed heavily.

“I can speak to them, I know exactly who they are.”

“Dad please don’t, it’ll make it worse.”

He sighed again, slowly nodding his head.

“Alright, I won’t do anything you don’t want to. But I need you to tell me everything, alright?”

You agreed to this, and you told him everything that had been happening.

You explained to him you knew about the names and what they thought, about you being the daughter of the headteacher and what the students think.

You told him that they had been throwing eggs out the house for about two weeks, it was always right after school which was why you had to be home before him.

He listened and waited for you to stop talking.

“You should have told me sweetheart…”

“I know dad.. I.. I’m sorry…”

He smiled at you.

“Don’t be sorry. But you know what, you’re handling this really well. How do you want to handle this?”

“I.. I’m just going to keep ignoring them for now I guess.”

“Alright, we’ll do that then. But this means I can take you home now okay? You don’t have to worry about egg it can be cleaned.”

You nodded and he smiled standing up.

“Come here.”

You got up and tightly hugged him.

Mr Evershed smiled and hugged you back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You were his daughter, and he wanted to do anything to protect you.

But if you didn’t want him getting involved he was fine with that as well, but the moment you wanted it needed help he was ready to jump into action

#ackley bridge #ackley bridge imagine #ackley bridge x reader #ackley bridge x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine #mr evershed x you

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schumiatspa · 5 months

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Don't you ever worry about taking your time! This is just for fun after all no pressure!

Yes, they're all there! Though I never understood if they're physically in the same place...

Anyway, back to the interesting topic! I wonder how Luca would find out. Would he put two and two together? Probably yes, because after all he knows Carlitos and knows the signs. But Jannik is so secretive that maybe he would think it was just a one sided crush. But then he'd start paying attention and notice that Jannik started to get possessive whenever Luca interacted with Carlitos, like if he was around Luca would catch him staring and you know how menacing that guy can look when he wants lol

So yeah, I'd say with time he figured out it was mutual but still thought they handn't acted on it, until Carlitos finally told him.

"Look, you can't tell anyone!"

"why are you telling me?"

"first because you're me friend, second because he's getting jealous and I think it's easier if we all come clean with each other."

"I hope he knows you're telling me..."

"of course!"

And after a moment:

"I'm so happy for you, man, you deserve this!"

- 🇪🇦🇮🇹🇮🇹

YOUR SIGNATURE I LOVE ITTT

So, my answer was getting kind of long, so I'll leave it under the cut

From what I've gathered, they are not physically in the same place: Carlitos is obviously at Juanki's Academy, Jannik is training at the Alicante Arena (which is a one hour drive away from Carlitos!! Tbh I thought they would have been closer than that) and Luca was probably kidnapped by aliens because I can't find any information about him and his whereabouts lol During the Next Gen ATP Finals he said that he was gonna train with Jannik, but I didn't see any insta stories or posts or anything about him (which is fair, he is not as famous as Jannik, but C'MON WE NEED TO KNOW!!). Hopefully we can get some new content in the next days... We need more material, and I have to admit I kinda miss Luchino?? (I've only had him for one day and a half, but if something happened to him etc etc etc....).

That being said, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE FACT THAT YOU WRITE WHOLE PARAGRAPHS IN YOUR ASKS😭 If you stitched all of your asks together you'd practically get a whole fic asksnskj (i'm absolutely not begging for a fic about this, not at all🙊) And the dialogue you wrote made me so soft for Luca and Carlitos' friendship, so now I need some content of the two of them more than ever😭😭

AND I AGREE with everything you said, your mind is immaculate as always!! The crush is obvious even to blind people, but the fact that it's not one sided and has fully developed into a relationship is not, so the only way to prevent fights, misunderstandings and Jannik going too hard on Luca during practice is definitely to tell him (even if, when I read "I hope he knows you are telling me...", I immediately pictured a scenario where Jannik doesn't know this, but Carlitos would be like "Yeah yeah OF COURSE I told him" in front of Luca while thinking "Shit, and now how do I actually tell Jannik??"). I'm now thinking about how a jealous Jannik would act, and I imagine he would be mostly subtle about it: so yeah, glaring, increasing the PDA (not explicit PDA like making out in front of everyone, but you know, his hand lingering on Carlitos' arm, putting his arm around Carlitos' shoulders at every chance he gets, stuff like that) and - this may be a stretch, but I can see Jannik doing it - leaving hickeys on Carlitos' neck at night (the day after he would get embarassed for doing that, but in the heat of the moment it seemed such a perfect and logical idea to him).

And I just had a random thought for a small change of scenario that I'll leave here: What if Carlitos and Jannik hadn't gotten together yet and Carlitos and Luca were actually making Jannik jealous on purpose to get him to finally confess to Carlitos? Nothing has worked and since they are all there in Alicante, maybe it's time to do it the hard way... And what's better than scheming together for two old friends that want to reconnect👀

#fun fact: i rambled about our theory on Luca and Carlitos to my sister and now she is on board too!! She agrees!!#I'm glad that someone else is seeing the vision and the potential now #and this triangle would fit perfect in a theory that we developed a couple of years ago called “the couch theory”#which is not about them originally (well Jannik was already there but for other reasons kqjnsjs)#it's not that entertaining but I can explain if you want me to!!#anon #sincaraz #tennis #carlitos' italian sandwich saga

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wooobuddyletsgetnasty · 4 years

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An nsfw kankuro fic? Maybe rough sex and light bdsm?

YES!! This is what the fuck I signed up for. Here ya go anon! I hope u like ittt. (P.S. I didn’t know if you wanted chakra threads, rope, or maybe bandages! So I herby place my vote on bandages!)

Warnings: Oral Sex (Male receiving), Rough Sexual Intercourse, Slight BDSM, Mild Dirty Talk.

You knew that he would never purposely hurt you, but there was some slight almost non-existent fear when Kankuro came home fuming. He didn’t speak to you what so ever, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for him after coming home from being gone all day. Working with Gaara was rough for him, you knew that and you tried your best to be understanding. (He didn’t like to talk about the past, even if you were the self-proclaimed love of his life.) No, you had never seen Kankuro quite so aggressive. You watched helplessly from your perch on the couch as he ripped his headdress off and practically flung his puppet across the floor.

“HEY!” You hadn’t even realized your mouth had opened to spew the word until his furious gaze was pointed at you. You swallowed roughly, knowing you weren’t in any immediate danger you decided to continue, “I don’t know what happened today, but you are NOT about to trash this freshly cleaned house!” Now you had to watch in silence as Kankuro slowly made his was to where his puppet was, and then proceeded to tear a long strip of bandage away.

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” His voice was harsh and you shuddered softly. You had heard that voice before, but it had never been directed at you. With no answer spilling from your mouth Kankuro made his way closer to you, hair swaying with his sharp movements. His right hand clenched the bandage tightly as he worked to remove his clothes with his left.

“I said.. who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Still, you held your ground shifting to sit on the arm of the couch. Staring nervously at him, you refused to be talked to like you were a child. He was almost bare now, the only thing keeping you from seeing him fully were his underwear. He advanced on you quicker until he was towering over your hunched figure, then he grabbed your jaw almost growling, “I guess you must have forgotten how to speak while I was gone, so i’ll ask one last time, “ He moved his hand to grab your wrists, “Who are you talking to?” Lips curling back you answered, “I’m pretty sure we’re the only ones in the house, so I must be talking to you.”

He scowled, purple face paint making him look all the more menacing, then he jerked your wrists out making you straighten your arms. “I don’t appreciate your tone.” You scoffed, “I don’t appreciate you being a fucking ass!” Holding your wrists tighter he made quick work of tying them together. You squealed trying to pull away, “Kankuro! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“You sure seem to want to talk a lot now,” he drug you to the ground by the bandages wrapped around your wrists, “I can think of something to do with your mouth that’ll piss me off less.” Scowling up at him you laughed, “So you think you can just come in here acting like an ass, tie me up, and then expect me to just put your cock in my mouth?”

He smiled at you, the first smile that you had received since he had came home, “Yes.” Then he pushed his underwear down with one hand keeping your wrists up in the air with the other. Looking down at you he gave you a nod. You rolled your eyes as you poked your tongue out to lick the head of his cock. In response he jerked your wrists up jarring you to where he could press more of himself into you. You were helpless. He could use your face how he wished, considering you couldn’t fight back without your hands.

Trying your best to relax your throat you pressed your face deeper towards him and he met you with his hips. All your anger seemed to float away with each drag of his cock against your tongue. Now there was just arousal, floating deep in your belly. Kami, you wished he was fucking into some other part of you. Either way, you were going to enjoy whatever he wished to give you.

The burning in your throat was familiar, you had done this with him before. It was different in the way that you couldn’t stop him from pushing his cock as far down your throat as he pleased. His movements were jerky, and he was panting. His other hand moving from your jaw to the back of your head. He pushed you down, and Kami, it was too much. Your eyes were watering, and you were gagging around him. He moaned and let up allowing you to pull your head back gasping and swallowing all your extra spit, “K-Kankuro. Will you,” Your thighs involuntarily clenching, “Will you please fuck me?”

His eyes were smoldering as he jerked you to your feet by the bandages, making you hiss slightly from the burn of the edges digging into your skin, “Will you be a good girl?” Eyes doe-like you nodded, “Kami, yes! Yes!” Shifting his hand slightly he turned you and bent you over the arm of the couch, ass facing him. He pulled your shorts and panties to the side as he readied his spit-slick cock to press into you. And then he was pushing against the heat of your body hard making you cry out as the couch creaked. Kankuro moaned from behind you as his hips moved back and pressed forward again, you flailed slightly hips arching to meet his and you desperately trying to worm your arms out of his grip, and the bandages to try to brace yourself for the next rock of his body clashing against yours.

Kankuro’s hand made harsh contact with your covered ass, “Stop trying to get out of the bandages, you said you’d be a good girl.” Mouth open you pressed your hips back again as another sharp slap made contact, “Please! More!” The hand holding your wrists to the couch moved to the curve of where your spine met your ass as he rammed deeper into you, pushing his weight down, and knocking the wind out of your lungs. Another slap to your ass sent you spiraling. Pushing up to your tiptoes, you arched up so Kankuro could reach deeper, and Kami, that was it.

You felt like a rag-doll as you quivered against the couch, vision blurring. The creaking of the couch with each thrust, and Kankuro’s moans were what you hyper focused on. Suddenly Kankuro’s hips were pressing harder against you, moans becoming more urgent, and hands gripping harder. You could practically feel the bruises on your ass, and hips forming. With a loud roar Kankuro’s body dropped on top of yours his hand pressing your wrists deeper into the couch, face paint smearing onto your back.

Huffing you let out, “So.. Will you let me out of the bandages now?”

You could feel the smile on your back as he said, “No.”

#kankuro #naruto #Smut #kankuro x reader #kankuro smut #naruto x reader #naruto imagines

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rerice · 4 years

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The secret magic hides

Okay, i’m trying to start writing a sanders sides fanfiction set in a fantasy au! This is the first chapter and i hope someone will enjoy ittt

Chapter 1

Logan breathed in and out a few times. The air around him felt clean and pure, so different from the heavy, smell-filled air he was used to breathing in the city that surrounded the castle where he lived. The wind sang in the trees, bothering some tiny pixies and some squirrels who scattered in different directions, running away from their hideouts in favor of new ones, less exposed to the cold winter breeze that accompanied the first lights of the day. Unlike those creatures, Logan enjoyed the pungent sensation the cold left on his naked arms: it made him more aware of himself and his surroundings, ready to answer every external stimulus.

"Would you hurry up, Logan?" Janus' voice arrived sharp and imperative. Logan smiled softly without showing his teeth: his brother was covered head to toes in a heavy coat that made him look even smaller than what he actually was, the light cotton gloves he usually wore had been replaced by warm wool gloves that wrapped his hands tightly and a big scarf was covering half of his face. "I'm literally freezing here" he continued with an accusatory tone in his voice.

"That's an improper use of the term literally …"

"Yeah well, I'm about to if you keep taking this fucking long between spells"

Logan made a face at Janus, about to lecture him for his language, but the flick of impatience in Janus' left snake-like eye made him change his mind. Instead, Logan concentrated on the other side of the glade and finally let the magic flow out allowing it to take him there. Everything became a blur for a couple of seconds and then he found himself where he was looking at just seconds sooner while a bluish fog slowly disappeared around him.

"Finally!" Janus exclaimed ironically while materializing next to him. Logan shook his head, still smiling "You know I need time with these kinds of spells" "You need too much time for me to wait for you in the cold cold winter" he shivered as a new and stronger gust of cold wind passed through them. "Why didn't we stay at the castle anyways?" he then asked while rubbing his hands one against the other. Logan stayed silent for some time, contemplating whether telling Janus his reasoning was a good idea or not. Cons: they would have started an articulated fight on their father's way to rule the kingdom and their lives (especially Janus') and no pros in the near future.

"All that loud pondering in your brain only helps me being more suspicious" Janus interrupted his train of thoughts. Logan instinctively shook his head, like he was trying to get his brother outside of his brain, knowing full well that that's not how it worked. After all, that power, that magic was the only reason Janus was alive: when Logan's father, king of Mageia, brought him home, back when they were four or five, he immediately made it clear that a half-blooded child like him, son of a warlock and a fairy, could only find a reason to be alive in the power that his parents' union granted him: the ability to control and reading minds, a kind of magic that was thought to be extinct in centuries. Janus understood that lesson very easily and as soon as his powers showed up he polished and perfected his magic, soon reaching the same level other great warlocks and witches had before him.

All that training obviously made trying to escape his grasp impossible and he never held back on using it on his brother too.

"Are you still disconcerted by our upcoming mission in the Other Land?" Janus insisted, trying to get an answer out of Logan.

Other Land was the common name used by the people in Mageia to refer to Dasos: a land where most of the fairies went living after the great war for power that ran for eons between the two kingdoms. The war was long and consuming: many races of magical animals and plants had been extinct, populations had been eradicated (including mind-manipulators warlocks and witches), so many people remained without a house, a family and the ones that left had so much fear in them that that feeling still resonated in the new generation. The peace between the Kingdoms was rather new: it ascended to a couple of years before Logan's birth and it resulted in nothing tangible. The two lands still lived separated one from the other, both politically and ideologically: it was rather hard to see someone coming from the border searching for a new life or fortune that they would have never found due to the heavy discrimination and hatred that filled the majority of the land. Contacts between the two land's rulers had been interrupted since the peace treaty but that solution made the economy stagnate and the people's morale worsened and worsened… so the two kingdoms finally decided to reconnect using the new generation: Logan and Janus, and the princes of Dasos. They were supposed to mitigate a conflict that had caused centuries of pain in weeks, months if they were lucky, and Logan found that reasoning absolutely illogical. No one knew what exactly was expected of them, not even the kings and the queen that orchestrated the meeting nor a plan was being formed and every attempt Logan made to try and push the matter to his father's attention was simply shut down or redirected.

"Logan?" Janus' sharp tone brought him back to reality "Are you okay? You're very pale"

Logan slowly nodded, starting to feel dizzy "It's probably just the materialization spell." he said mid-voice trying to recover his balance.

"We should go back to the castle then" Janus stated "They are probably almost done anyways and you need time to recover from this dizziness before doing a much larger jump" he offered his arm to Logan, who gladly accepted it with a thankful smile. They started walking at a rather sustained paste but not too fast. Logan mentally calculated the length of their short travel: the town was half an hour away from the glade they trained in and their horses were waiting at the doors of the city so they would have been home in an hour maximum… that left Janus a lot of time to dig his brain out or to interrogate him about the travel they were about to make.

"You are absolutely right," Janus said to Logan, answering his thoughts "And if you don't want to talk I'll make you anyways so start singing"

"I wouldn't talk about such important topic singing: it's inappropriate and useless" Logan answered promptly "And besides that, you already know what I think of our father's idea: it's dangerous and the lack of preparation that has been done on our side will surely be seen as a lack of respect in the regards of Dasos and his rulers." Logan made a short pause to let Janus take the floor if he wanted to but he nodded in his direction, silently asking him to continue his speech. "Also, even if we have some information –even if all war-related- to the king and queen, we still don't know anything about their sons except that they are twins. How are we supposed to gain their trust if we don't know a thing about them?" he concluded, waiting for an answer from his brother.

Janus looked at him while still walking "I don't think we should worry about that", he said after a while.

Logan frowned surprised "And why is that exactly?" "We are not the only ones that have to gain the trust of the other reign. Father doesn't think we should do the work because they asked first and I agree with him: I don't think it was our job to come prepared to their land" Janus explained deadpanned.

Logan shook his head. They had that conversation at least ten times since their father told them about their staying in Dasos and he never managed to change Janus' mind. "We said yes to their request, Janus: that implies a common effort of both parts in trying to restore peace between the kingdoms. Our lack of effort will be interpreted as a claim to power and the very foundation of this meeting would result useless." Janus let a cold chuckle out of his mouth when Logan finished talking "Trust me brother, you truly are overthinking this". Logan decided it was best not to retaliate: it would have only caused more stress and led to a useless conversation that wouldn't have changed anything. But he did pace up, using his renewed strength, leaving his brother a couple of steps behind him which caused him to laugh wholeheartedly.

After some time they finally arrived at the doors of the cities where their horses were waiting for them, calmly ruminating on the green grass around them. Janus and Logan approached the two stallions with familiarity and affection that was immediately reciprocated.

"Good boy Aletheia," Janus said softly petting the brown coat of his horse "You waited so long, didn't you? But I couldn't bring you into the forest with me, you understand that right?" The horse nodded elegantly perfectly understanding what Janus was telling him. That race of magical horses was pretty much extinct and the majority lived in Dasos anyways: they didn't have powers or wings but, if they grew up with their owners, they only understood them and the ones that they trusted alone which made them perfect in war and they overall were good company. Of course, the wild ones acted like normal horses and it was very difficult to form a connection with them once they grew up. Logan and Janus had been lucky enough that the royal family used to breed them since before the war even if there were still very little left due to how many were used during battles. The muzzle of Logan's horse on his hand brought him back to the present, distracting his brain from all those thoughts of death and destruction.

"I missed you too Fos" he murmured to the stallion while he petted his white muzzle.

A couple of moments went by as the two prepared the horses for the ride back to the castle. Logan still didn't want to talk to Janus and he didn't mind the silence anyways… but when they were on their horses, ready to ride home, everything felt more real to him, the burden of their mission started feeling more like a threat. A threat to him, his brother, the honor of his family, his people. A heavy weight settled on top of his chest, making it harder to breathe, his vision started to get blurry and a few tears fell down his eyes on to his glasses. He felt a hand resting on his head, messing with his hair and from only that touch Janus felt safer.

"Stop using your powers on me" Logan scolded his brother mid-voice.

"Either this or you have a panic attack" Janus answered while continuing his spell "Also I'm just clearing your mind so that I'm sure you can hear me" he paused, waiting for Logan to take a few deep breaths, then he continued talking with a tone that almost sounded like a lullaby "We are going to do this together brother: we are safe. Keep breathing, there you go. You are safe. You are safe and we are going to fucking kill this, okay?"

Logan rolled his eyes, but he nodded vigorously, feeling a bit better. They got down from the horses and took some more time to let him fully recover, time spent picking up a few berries to reward the patience of the two stallions. After a bit, Logan felt much better, he had time to rationalize his fear and came to the conclusion that Janus was right: even if the first few days might have been bad, they would find a way to connect with the other two princes, or at the very least to not be hated by them. They got on their horses and finally rode towards the castle.

They ended up by arriving just in time: they separated in the hall where both of their rooms were to take the few luggage they already prepared and sprinted down to the stables to take back Aletheia and Fos and go to the front of the castle where the king was already waiting for them, a disappointed look on his face.

"You arrived just in time," he said deadpanned "I expected you at least half an hour earlier"

"We are sorry father," Logan said, with the same tone the king used "We got held back in the forest"

The king pondered for a few seconds if a scold was needed and then decided to not waste any more time "Get to the portal, they're about to open it" Janus and Logan were about to leave with a small bow when the king spoke again "And boys" he said looking them dead in the eyes "Do not disappoint me" he stated to then leave them to their duty.

Logan looked at Janus. The human side of his face was paler than usual, his eyes were wide open and his hands were fidgeting with his long coat. Logan put his hands on his brother's shoulder "We are safe" he mocked him. Janus scoffed nervously but looked back at him with a tiny smile on his face.

They nodded to one another and started walking to the portal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27229255/chapters/66515539

leave a kudos if you like <3

#i did a thing #sanderssides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanderssidesfantasyau #there is magic in here #i hope you like it

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blackfiire-archive-blog · 5 years

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-Throws my three URLs at you- You know who I'm talkin' about~ (You can pick and choose if you'd like! Jeremiah, Jerome or Ian!)

Send me your URL and I’ll tell you ; accepting | @simplyandsanely / @nothingmorecontagious / @ianhowellgcpd

My Opinion on;

Character in general: Jeremiah. He was so fucking cute. Adorable. A baby you wanted to protect with your life. I adored him. I think he’s an amazing character. Once he became Joker he was smart, witty, composed, and just overall badass. Jeremiah made a name for himself in his own way, I think. And I love how “clean” and “tidy” he was while being such a nasty, dirty shit head. I still wanted more Soft!Miah things tho. We got little to none. QnQJerome. Perhaps my most favorite character in Gotham. Ever since the first season---the first glimpse I ever had of him, I was smitten. You just knew something wasn’t right with that boy lol. And yet he played the victim card VERY well. Brilliant actor, entertainer, comedian. Had it all (save for his sanity har har har). Although I’m really upset Gotham never put the twins against each other as Joker / Jerome and these two fighting each other to bloody pulps. But I’m sure it was to ease up on Cameron because he would have been doing faaar too much. xD Anyway, Jerome is a fckn lunatic, and I love him to pieces.Ian. Where do I even begin with this ASSHOLE? I do like how he can be unserious in very serious circumstances, but he can be VERY serious when he MUST be. He’s really laid back, tries to do all he can for the people of Gotham. Really sweet guy. He’s that one little candle producing a resilient light for the citizens of Gotham who wish to see in the darkness and gain warmth. He’s best puppy cop. Sweet young lad. Just overall GOOD.How they play them: Oh my god. B is just. Amazing. He writes like its second nature. His threads really pull you in, like you’re really there seeing everything for yourself. He has a very good grip on the twins and portrays them with 100% accuracy. It’s inspiring. The same applies to Ian. He had his own personality, his quirks, his vices. Very original and it leaves the reader wanting to know more---more about his past, more about his thoughts, more about what he’s going to do when Batman comes about.The Mun: Holy ever loving fuck. This mun here. THIS MUN? Sweetest guy in the world. You could not ask for a better friend than B. He has this super calming personality. Talking to him has settled my frequent panic attacks a TON.

Do I:

RP with them: We have. We do here and then.Want to RP with them: YES. EVERY HOUR OF EVER DAY. GIMME THAT FAMILY LUV. THROW ME A TOXIC ROMIE TO SLAP BLACKFIRE AROUND. GIVE ME IAN TO BICKER WITH BITCHY ET. GIVE ITTT.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: You will be doing yourself a favor if you follow B on all his blogs. Seriously. You will not be disappointed in the SLIGHTEST.

#.ooc #.positivity #//lmao #//you: pick a char!#//me: why not all? :DDDDDDDDD #simplyandsanely #.answered

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vitrioliclove · 6 years

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Net Neutrality

Y'all know what's rlly the deal w net neutrality right?

Could it be that the corporations and sponsors that withdrew from ALEC after public scrutiny and pressure are now verrryyyyy interested in repealing net neutrality? I WONDER WHY. (Most political activists have been sitting and waiting for the new form of oppression to keep black and poor ppl down since they dismantled and hereeee ittt issss)

Too many grassroots movements.

Too much political organizing.

Too many activists, like us building increasingly threatening platforms.

Too many normal everyday ppl sharing vids and posts revealing what the govt and corporations and capitalism is actually doing.

Too many ppl being educated by the internet.

No one reads books anymore. We read the internet lol. So censorships of books is unnecessary. What is necessary is censorship of the open internet.

The less we know, the less we fight, the less we can afford to be educated, the more free reign they have over politics that in the end put more money in their pockets. (Gun control which is heavily involved with police and production of weapons in the US) (taxation) (tobacco industry) (social justice laws believe it or not, including lgbtq rights) (environmental issues) (and moreeeee)

So give access to the rich, the people already favoring capitalism anyway. It's not dangerous. If the peasants don't have access to and can't see posts and vids of police brutality, flint not having clean water, standing rock, what heavier taxes are doing to the working class, why gun control matters, black women slaying, how the govt is completely corrupt, etc, then we won't pose as much of a threat. And they know we ain't all finna pay all that money to keep this shit going everyday. We have to eat and pay rent.

Capitalism strikes yet again. Stay woke my friends. This is not just about paying more for internet.

#net neutrality

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amongfandoms · 7 years

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Precious

Pairing : the joker x reader (leto!joker)

A/N : I hope ya’ll like it. I have been itching to write an angsty joker fic. Hopefully i achieved it haha ❤❤

Everything fell apart in one night.

One second you were being tightly held by the clown prince as he laid you down on the bed and the next second you were left alone in your penthouse, crying as you wrapped yourself in heartache, watching him walk out of your home, your life.

‘J, is everything okay? ’ you inquired, peeking at him through your eyelids. He had his left hand folded behind his head while his other absentmindedly ran up and down your naked back as he stared at the ceiling. ‘ You were surprisingly gentle today. ’ you smiled, snuggling closer to him. You liked it when the both of you would take the sex slow and gentle. It doesn’t happen very often but it sure did leave an impact.

The silence from him was getting rather loud so you leaned up to kiss his jaw, in hopes to get his attention. You were slightly taken back when he pulled away quickly, swiftly swinging his leg over his side of the bed. ‘Baby what’s wrong?’ you questioned, feeling cold from the sudden lost of warmness.

His body language read that he was rigid, tensed as his shoulders were squared under the moonlight. ‘ You.’

You propped yourself up with one elbow, eyeing him. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ ‘You are too… too normal.’ his raspy voice filled the room.

Sure, you didn’t exactly fit the persona of the ‘Crazy Lover of Joker’. In fact you were the complete opposite, a sane doctor in Gotham City who secretly dated the biggest criminal who does the exact opposite of your profession and sure you didn’t run around causing chaos, but he had repeatedly affirmed that it was perfect, what you had with him was ideal.

‘That makes you very boring.’ he continued. The words pierced your heart like a knife but you held back the anger and tears. ‘ Watch your words, J. ’ you warned.

By now, he already had his purple jacket on was reaching for the door. ‘ Where the fuck are you going? ’ you asked, feeling very offended as you stalked behind him. His hands turned the doorknob as he looked straight ahead, not once maintaining eye contact.

‘I don’t want you anymore.’ was the last thing he said, before walking out of your bedroom.

You wanted to run after him and fight but your knees just wouldn’t move. Slowly his words sank in and your body started shaking, hot tears streaming down your face while you stared into emptiness while a major part of your happiness vanished.

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*1 week later *

You ran your hands through your hair you stepped into your office, exhaling after a long day at the ER. The days have just merged together now, and you blocked out any emotion, pouring what’s left of your sanity into your work and patients, in hopes that at least they get a happy ending.

‘What took you sooo long?’

You froze mid action upon hearing that voice. Slowly turning around, you felt all kind of emotions fill in your chest at the sight of him slouching on your table. His head was hanging low as he pressed a bloodied cloth to his left abdomen. ‘Well, don’t just stand there, doctor. Fix me. ’ he chuckled, darkly.

Your doctor instincts flooded you as you stalked over to his frame with a first aid kit. No matter how angry you were, a wounded person should never left unattended. ‘I want you gone the second I’m done.’

You gently removed the cloth and examine the wound. ‘Gunshot?’ you inquired. ‘Yes.’ he winced, clutching onto the edge of the table as you wiped the wound with antiseptic. ‘But Frost took it out.’ You wanted to ask him why he couldn’t just have Frost clean it up but that would mean having a conversation and that was the last thing you needed right now. The room was awfully quiet, except for the sounds of his heavy breathing and your occasional coughs.

Your body was very close to his, so close that his exhales would fan against your neck, and the fact that his gaze never once left your face wasn’t helping the situation. Suddenly, he reached up to push a strand of hair out of your face that had fallen out as you finished up your work.

‘Don’t touch me,’ you hissed, pushing his hand away. ‘ you’re done, now leave.’

‘Come here.’ he commanded. Gathering the used tools back into the box, you started to walk away, completely ignoring him. ‘I said fucking come here.’ he growled.

And within seconds, the contents in the box spilled onto the floor as he had your body locked against the table and him. ‘Talk to me.’ he instructed, darkly.

‘Stop telling me what to do.’ you spat, trying to remain calm but not long after the words left your lips, you felt the tears streaming down your face.

‘Don’t cry, doll. You know how helpless I get.’

Not bothering to wipe the tears away, you tried to move from his grip but he held you in place. By now, you were a quivering pile of mess, tears were streaming down your cheeks as the past week emotions came spilling out. The voice in your head was telling you to get away from him, to get away from him before anything happens. But your heart silently begged you stay for a while longer, to stand up for yourself. ‘ How dare you say those things to me?’ you squeaked.

He responded by tipping your gaze to his with his index finger, his eyes searching for yours. ‘ How dare you believe all that?’ he questioned, looking down at you.

Leaning down, he hastily crashed his lips to yours, holding you by the neck. It took you sometime to process the situation, but you have gotten too used to his kiss to not return it back. You slid your hands up his biceps and around his neck, voluntarily deepening the kiss. He pushed you onto the table, gripping your thighs. The both of your poured all emotion into the kiss, hatred, anger, lust and heartache. ‘ You are the most precious thing in my life.’ he mumbled, in between kisses as he pushed you further onto the table.

‘But I need you out of my life, princess.’ he confessed, cutting the heated moment short. You quietly cursed at the sudden lost of warmness.

‘Why?’ you questioned, hopping off the table.

A small smile, almost sad played across his face.

‘Because I love you.’ he said and vanished out of your office.

A/N: OMG OMG. HOW WAS ITTT?! please please send feedback! I wanted to try something new hehe.

#the joker fic #the joker x reader #the joker imagine #the joker jared leto #the joker #leto!joker #jared leto joker #jared leto #amongfandomsfic

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North to South

I’m a huge suck for Jon Snow so if you’re gonna put him in icy water and then show him looking sad in a bed covered in fur blankets, you better believe I’m gonna write the interim bit where he’s sick. (And hello, vanillas, if you stumble here. This is sickfic/sneezefic. But you’re welcome to check it out, I guess?)

North to South A Game of Throne fic

*SPOILER WARNINGS FOR ALL CURRENT EPISODES THROUGH THE END OF SEASON 7*

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If you're not planning on watching the show or just want some backstory for what is going on here without knowing anything about the show, here's some fast facts so you can still read and enjoy the story: -Jon Snow is a man from the North who recently fell through the ice on a mission and barely made it back to safety. When he was found, he was unconscious and mostly frozen. He was taken on board a ship belong to Daenerys Targaryen, "Mother of Dragons" and candidate for the throne. They've expressed some subtle feelings for each other up to this point, but nothing major. Daenerys "Dany" has recently had one of her three dragons die during the mission where Jon was wounded/frozen. Davos is Jon's squire of sorts (he's a knight) and Missandei is Dany's head handmaiden and advisor.

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When he wakes, he feels a hundred shooting pains across his body where the frostbite has nipped at his toes and where his skin prickles as it slowly returns to a normal temperature. Everything is stiff and achy and generally uncomfortable. But when he opens his eyes and sees her, it all fades away against the rush of sadness.

“I'm sorry,” he says. His voice sounds far away and barely a whisper to his own ears. He swallows and tries again. “I'm so sorry.”

He knows what needs to be done, even with the cold addling his thoughts. When she slips her warm hand out of his, he's no longer the King in the North; he's a subject of Daenerys Targaryen.

She leaves him lying alone in bed, his mind racing. In spite of his injuries, there's a warmth of desire pulsing through him and he closes his eyes, settling down under the furs and letting the heat spread through his limbs. But he's still weak and even the short visit has tired him enough to send him back to sleep quickly as the need for rest outweighs his want.

The next time he wakes, he's drowning again. The icy water's grip tightens around his throat as his furs and armour drag him further and further below the surface. Dead hands grab and twist at his ankles, pulling him deeper, but as he fights back and kicks upward.

And then he surfaces with a gasp, trembling from the cold. But he isn't back on the ice, north of the Wall; he's on a ship headed south and someone is trying desperately to help him.

“There's a good lad,” Davos says, holding onto Jon's shoulders and pushing him back into the mound of lumpy pillows. “You're okay.”

Jon falls back, coughing violently.

Under the thick pile of furs, he's shivering convulsively, unable to control his limbs. And the coughing won't rest, spasming and gripping his lungs in a fight to breathe. Davos shoves another pillow under his head, forcing his chest more upright, and claps a hand to Jon's upper back, giving him several sharp blows. Jon coughs hard once more and then regains his breath, going boneless and weak despite the chills vibrating his muscles.

“We have to keep you warm,” Davos urges, pulling up the furs so they're almost around Jon's neck. He tucks another small pelt around Jon's head like a hood. Jon doesn't protest. The ship is draughty and without the facilities for a fire, so he's grateful for any warmth he can get.

Davos rubs his hands up and down the outline of Jon's torso under the furs, trying to create more warmth. Slowly, Jon's quaking chills start to subside and he can mostly keep his teeth from chattering.

“You okay?” Davos asks. His worried face betrays the confident sound of his voice.

Jon nods weakly.

“Better,” he says, voice raspy. With sleep has come a deep-seated congestion in his lungs and nose that have left him breathing with a distinct rattle. Davos frowns and tucks the furs closer.

“I'm going to see if Missandei or one of the guards has some herbs to help your breathing,” he says to Jon.

“I just need rest,” Jon protests, his words followed by a snort and sniffle as he fights the congestion. He untangles a hand from under the furs and presses it to his nose. It does little except to encourage a sneeze that Jon muffles with his fist.

Hhh-gchfff!

“Health to you,” Davos replies. “You need medicines if they have them. I'll be right back. In the meanwhile...”

He reaches into the pocket on his belt and retrieves a rough linen square.

“It's not particularly soft, but it's clean,” he says, handing it over.

Jon takes it and presses it to his nose, stifling a second, more irritated sneeze.

Nhh-NXGHT!

Davos leaves the room and Jon lies still, feeling the gentle lull of the boat rocking his aching body. Where the magically-healed scars on his chest are marked, there are sharp pains as each cough and sneeze stretches the damaged skin along the stab wounds. He rubs the one over his heart absentmindedly, soothing the irritated scab.

He tries to relax, mentally willing his muscles to quit shivering, but every time he feels himself begin to slip back into sleep, he's startled by the reflex of a cough or the overwhelming itch in his nose as it demands to be cleared again and again.

When Davos returns, Jon is stuck in the cycle of a painful sneezing fit, curled up under the furs with the handkerchief held to his nose.

Eh-TSGH! Nhh-heh—eh-TGSGHH!

He pauses, looking up through watery eyes as the door opens. Davos has his hands full and Missandei is not far behind. Beyond them, he sees Dany watching silently. Their eyes meet for a moment before Jon is forced to blink with the onslaught of another sneeze.

Eh-TSCHITTT!

When he looks up again, the door is closed.

“Alright, lad,” Davos says, setting down a pile of accrued bowls and herbs and other odds and ends. “Let's see if we can get you settled a bit.”

He starts by tucking a wine skin under the blankets against Jon's chest. They've emptied it of its intended libation and instead filled it with hot water.

A metal bowl is set on the table by Jon's beside and Davos shuttles three burning coals from a bucket into the bowl. Overtop, he sets another metal vessel into which Missandei pours a jug of water and adds a handful of herbs. The liquid begins to simmer and steam, releasing a strong scent. Jon cannot yet smell it, but he can feel the hot moist air slowly begin to work at the congestion.

While the water begins to boil, the pair work to heat another metal vessel and brew a pungent tea that is offered to Jon in a ceramic cup.

“Can you sit up a bit?” Missandei asks, kneeling at the bedside. Jon pushes his hands down and sits up a little, sliding out from under the mound of furs. Even the slight effort results in a small fit of coughs. Missandei adjusts the hot water wine skin and then guides the cup into his hands, encouraging him to drink.

He sips at the broth tea, letting the hot liquid slide soothingly down his irritated throat. Between the tea and the steaming bowl, his nose is starting to dribble a little and he sniffs, trying to stem the flow.

“Sounds like it's working,” Davos remarks as Jon pauses to blow his nose before finishing off the tea.

“Aye,” Jon rasps, grateful. The warm broth has made him drowsy again.

Davos adjusts the furs and pillows, helping him to get comfortable. When Jon is finally asleep once more, they leave him alone to rest.

He wakes to a smoking basin at the bedside as the last of the coals burn out. The pungent steam has stopped and the room smells only vaguely of the medicinal vapour. Jon rolls over in bed and stretches, checking his body for pain. The warm wine skin has slid off sometime during his rest and is now sitting cooled on the mattress at his side.

Though his head still feels stuffed with cotton, he does feel an overall improvement. After two days in bed, however, he's beginning to feel restless. He sits up slowly, testing himself with careful movements. He manages to get himself to the edge of the bed and he stands on legs that wobble like a baby deer. Carefully, he stumbles his way over to his pile of thawed clothing and layers on the heavy cloak over his trousers and shirt. When he's dressed, he's panting and wheezing with exertion, and he takes a moment to sit down and wipe his running nose. Then, he tucks Davos' handkerchief into his pocket and mounts the stairs outside his room to the main deck.

The sea air is crisp and biting compared to his airless room and his lungs seize up for a moment, making him cough. He grasps at the ship's rail and bends over, chest convulsing. With a gasp, he recovers and leans heavily against the rolling side of the ship, looking out at the choppy waters.

“Jon!” a voice says, alarmed.

He looks up to see Dany approaching. He offers a wan smile.

“Your grace,” he croaks. His voice is barely a raspy whisper, so he clears his throat with a sputter and tries again. “Your grace.”

“You shouldn't be up here,” she says.

“I needed some air,” he offers in explanation.

“There are windows in your chamber we could open,” she says, looking at him with an expression of great concern. “You're not well enough to be up here. It's too cold.”

“I am a man of the North,” Jon says, though he's loathe to admit that he is quite cold and that the sea air is starting to bite at his still-sensitive skin. He disguises a shiver by moving to sit on a crate.

Dany remains standing over him, silent.

Eh-TSGXHTT!

Jon bends forward, sneezing into his hands. Embarrassed, he digs in his pocket for the handkerchief.

“Seven blessings.”

Nh-GHTT!

“And again,” Daenerys repeats. She sits at his side and extends a hand out tentatively. It rests on Jon's cheek and she can feel his teeth chattering.

He cannot help but lean into her touch. Her hand is unnaturally warm and when she removes it, his cheek still seems to radiate heat from her.

“Come back to bed,” she says, holding him by the shoulders and helping him to stand. He stumbles but she steadies him, leading the way back down the stairs to the ship chambers.

He stands shivering before her as she gently unlaces his cloak and heaves it onto a chair.

“Sit,” she instructs and he lets himself collapse onto the edge of the bed. She tugs off his boots and swings his legs onto the downy mattress, pulling the furs up over his shaking body.

“I'm sorry we have no facilities for a fire here,” she says, lowering herself to sit on the edge of the bed. She reaches her warm hands to touch his brow and Jon practically melts under her touch. “I wish I had some way to help warm you.”

“Your hands,” he says, eyes closed and face relaxed as she smooths the hair off his brow. “They're very warm.”

She smiles.

“I've been told,” she says. “A mother of dragons runs hot.”

The mention of her children opens the still-healing wound of her loss. Jon shifts under the covers, reaching his hand up to hers.

It's only for a moment that they touch before Jon suddenly withdraws his hand and turns his head away.

Hrhh-TSCHHT!

“Seven blessings,” Daenerys repeats.

“I'm going to be the most blessed man in Westeros,” Jon quips softly and he feels his heart swell at her resulting smile.

“Let me see if I can help any with that. If not, we'll have to get a second round of Missandei's broth tea.”

She reaches out both hands and gently presses her fingers along his sinuses, sliding downward with a gentle pressure. He winces but does not pull away.

“Does it hurt?” she asks.

“A little, but it's helping,” he says.

She guides her hands over his face, smoothing over his eyes and the worried crease in his forehead and up into his tangle of curly hair. The hair is oily and matted from days in bed but she combs through it, taming some of the mess back off his face.

“You need a wash, Lord Snow,” she tells him.

“I know it,” he says with a grimace. “Not much chance I'll be dunking my head in a bucket of seawater anytime soon though.”

“I'll see if we can heat up enough for a basin, then,” she replies, standing to go.

“Davos can see to getting me washed,” Jon says, feeling himself blush. The heat in his face is a strange sensation.

Dany smiles at him and lets a small laugh escape.

“Rest,” she commands. “I'll send one back with him.”

She leaves Jon in search of the ship's cook. When she returns with Davos and a steaming basin of water with clean cloths, Jon is asleep again, snoring softly.

“I'll tend to him, your grace,” Davos offers. “I'll wake him before it cools.”

“No,” Dany says, looking down at the sleeping man. “Leave it there. I'll sit while he sleeps.”

Davos sets the basin down on the bedside table and follows the command to leave. Daenerys picks up the cloth and dunks it into the warm water, wringing it out before bringing it to Jon's face.

She smooths it along his brow and across each cheek, then up to his hair and behind his ears. Jon sighs in his sleep but does not wake. She tucks the cloth around behind his neck, gently scrubbing at the nape and down to his shoulders.

Carefully, she folds back the furs and wipes the bit of chest above his shirt. Jon mutters something inaudibly and his head lolls to one side as he snores louder, struggling to breathe.

“Jon,” Daenerys whispers, gently trying to move his head back onto the pillow. “C'mon.”

He groans and rolls over, coughing fiercely. Each inhalation between coughs is a deep and wheezy rattle. Dany reaches under the blankets, finding the shivering curve of his back and she rubs her hand along his spine.

Jon's coughing doesn't settle and he wakes up, red-faced and covered in a cold sweat. He tries to sit up and is guided by Daenerys, who kneels on the bed at his side and mounds pillows behind his back for support.

He coughs and coughs, mouth desperately sucking for air between each violent spasm. His nose runs freely down his lip, mixing with damp sweat. Daneyres wipes his face with a clean cloth and tries to help him regain his breath.

Finally, he goes limp, breath coming in and out in an exhausted whistle. When he needs to sneeze, he barely has the strength to turn his head away.

Urhh-TSXCHHH!

“Please go,” he mumbles, wiping at his nose with the back of his wrist.

“Not when you're this unwell,” she says, reaching out to wipe his face off again. He allows it, but keeps his eyes downcast. “I need you recovered by the time we reach King's Landing.”

“I hear it's warm there,” he replies, eyes drooping with sleep.

“Warmer than the North, that's certain,” Dany says.

Heh—eh-nhGHT!

Jon sneezes again, shielding his nose with his hand.

“You're not having a very good time of it, are you?” says Dany sympathetically.

“It's hard to rest when you can't really breathe,” Jon admits, and then gives his nose a sharp blow.

Daenerys stands and circles to the other side of the bed. She settles herself tentatively next to Jon and gathers a pillow into her lap.

“Here,” she says, patting the pillow. She helps to guide his head to the elevated position on her lap and puts her hands soothingly over his sinuses, letting the heat of her fingertips radiate across his skin.

Jon sighs in relief and closes his eyes. Her hands work their way along his face and down to his upper chest where he fingers pause briefly as they skim the top of one of his scars.

He reaches up and takes one of her hands in his.

Raising it to his lips, he kisses her knuckles and Daenerys suddenly draws back, pulling her hand away.

“Jon,” she says. “I can't.”

He opens his eyes, looking up at her.

“I can't,” she repeats. “This meeting at King's Landing. It can be my only focus. Do you understand?”

He feels his stomach drop. He's taken advantage of her kindness and mistaken it for passion.

“I'm sorry,” he says.

She smiles gently.

“I should go. You should rest more.”

He nods, lifting his head from her lap and settling back into the pile of down pillows. She leaves him alone to sleep and when he next wakes, he's alone but with a fresh steam vapour rising from the nightstand and a cup of hot broth close at hand.

When they dock in King's Landing in a day's time, he's mostly recovered though he still wears his fur cloak despite the warm air, keeping himself wrapped tight against the coastal breeze. When he steps on land, he notices the scent of jasmine flowers from a nearby tree. He inhales deeply, grateful for his clear, strong lungs and the fragrant smell that reminds him of the scent of Daenerys skin close to his.

He thinks of it again later as he raises his fist to knock on her chamber door.

#sickfic #DustyFic

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