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Love that tma is so traumatic constantly that we all gloss over the fact that Jon was kidnapped and forcibly moisturized while tied to a chair for a month.
Every time I think too hard about it it actually freaks me out. And Jon never talks about it again which also freaks me out
#the fics of his time there always make me so sad#did the circus even actually feed/water him#I do not want a creepy clown moisturizing me thank you#did they even understand that he gotta pee???#someone make me stop thinking about it#it’s making me so sad and distraught for Jon#tma#the magnus archives#the magnus institute#magnuspod#jonathan sims#the archivist#Jon sims#the circus#the circus of the other#the stranger
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Episode 5: “The Ball”
Good Omens S2 Ep5. This is a liveblog, so spoilers!
- ‘Autistic Aziraphale’ this, ‘autistic Muriel’ that, we need to talk about autistic Shax.
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- “Are you actually going through with this?” “Indeed I am.” “Can I watch?” OTP dynamic to rule them all.
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- “Are they going to talk about the Christmas lights? Because I have things to say.” “.......Yes.”
- This entire sequence is too delightful to stop and comment on, but I love all of these shopkeepers, all of Aziraphale’s methods of bribery, all his earnest, stilted French, and all of Crowley’s disbelieving poses in the background.
- On the flip side, Shax is babygirl and so is Eric, but sadly only one of them can live.
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- Nina is asking Crowley if Aziraphale is his bit on the side and I am being extremely calm right now.
- The thing is! In S1, most of the comments other characters made about A/C being a couple were only said to Aziraphale. The only time it happened in front of Crowley was Sister Mary interrupting the tender moment that was the wall slam. And there was a lot going on then, so Crowley had the luxury of not reacting to it. This conversation with Nina is the first time he has had to nervously vomit up a denial to someone assuming Aziraphale is his boyfriend. Turns out his best retort is, “He’s just an angel I know”. Whoops.
- The ending to this scene is weird, though! Nina says something about other people’s love lives looking much simpler than our own, and Crowley suddenly looks like he’s been given weeks to live. I’d understand a thunderstruck look, but distraught? Why?
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- oh my god a date, Crowley’s set up a date, there’s wine and everything, the restaurant is French, they could have crepes!!!
- “Smitten, I believe.”
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SMITTEN, I BELIEVE
OK JUST SAY THAT LIKE IT’S NO BIGGIE
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- Good, Nina deserved at least one of the “fuck”s this season.
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- Ohhh Crowley’s got drunk and angry to talk to Gabriel. This, uh. This could be a whole thing.
- Aaagh they did a callback to “Let there be light” and made it SAD and kind of threatening
- Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit shit. Crowley’s going to give away that they did the body swap. Gabriel’s going to get his memory back and realise that it wasn’t really Aziraphale he tried to execute and he’ll know they’re not immune to hellfire and holy water. shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
- this scene is amazing and excruciating to watch. Crowley is so drunk and cruel and so recklessly protective. He tries to make Gabriel commit suicide. He’s possibly just endangered himself and Aziraphale both without realising. And then! He orders Gabriel back off the ledge and tries to get real answers, because he knows they’re important!
- David Tennant and Jon Hamm are both being phenomenal rn, and the empty house dialogue is a beautiful piece of writing.
- “Where is your memory then?” “In a matchbox.” AAAAAAAAHHHH.
- NOPE, I need the full dialogue down here:
“In a matchbox. No, I took it out first.”
“You took your memory out of a matchbox?”
“Yes, that’s right. I took it out, and I put it in the box and I brought it here, and it’s...”
“Yes?”
“Everywhere.”
“What else do you remember?”
“If it happens again it will make it seem like it’s an institutional problem.”
- Whaaaaaaaatttt!!! OK, thought: The last line about the institutional problem sounds like a direct quote. Either Gabriel said that, or someone said it to him. It sounds like a Michael line, potentially? And.... it sounds to me like somebody took Gabriel’s memories from him and put them into the matchbox, and then he or someone else stole the memories back from the matchbox and put them in the moving box for him to take to Aziraphale’s. So there might be two people involved here, one trying to harm Gabriel and cover something up, and one trying to help him and protect the lost information. It definitely sounds like he knew something he shouldn’t, and someone wanted him out of the way. The matchbox was found in Heaven, so that suggests an angel is the culprit. I would have pointed the finger at Michael immediately, but I’m possibly more inclined to look at the Metatron instead. I think this goes higher than Michael, somehow? I can see her trying to get Gabriel out of the way so she could be the boss, but it sounds like something bigger than that is going on.
(EDIT: Hang on!!! The whole thing about the matchbox is that it’s a material object! Muriel and Michael were uncomfortable touching it! Gabriel’s memory was taken from him ON EARTH, at the Resurrectionist pub, and whoever was sitting with him is probably the person who did it! But then how did the matchbox get into Heaven?)
And then there’s “everywhere”! Gabriel’s memory is everywhere? Is this because Aziraphale opened the box and let it out?? Also, I’ve been treating the memory Gabriel’s talking about as his entire memory, but maybe it refers to a specific memory? Perhaps the only way to remove the one important memory was to nuke all of Gabriel’s memories at once. I’m just waffling now, I have no clue what Everywhere could mean.
Finally, the line about the institutional problem. “If it happens again.” Could this be Armageddon? Is someone saying, if Armageddon fails for a second time, it will start to seem like an institutional problem? One that could only be dealt with by removing Gabriel?
I got NOTHING, and this is the last episode to figure ANY of this shit out in advance of the finale. My head hurts like Goob. :( I should get a hot chocolate.
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- How about that fly buzzing noise while zooming in the matchbox, huh???
- If Beelzebub is the one who took Gabriel’s memories and put them in the matchbox, but then Gabriel took his memories back out and put them in the moving box, then maybe he went to Earth/Aziraphale under his own power and Beelzebub genuinely is trying to track him down?
- .....I’m AN IDIOT who only just realised Gabriel was humming Everyday because it was playing on a loop in the pub, and it’s probably the last thing he heard before he lost his memory. Sorry, everyone else probably got there in Episode 3, I’m slow >_<
- Muriel repeats the obvious lie A/C told her that you have to wait a few days to see if humans are in love because humans are weird and that’s how it works. Michael, without skipping a single beat: “I knew that.” They. They’re just as dumb as Gabriel. Every angel is an absolute girlfailure.
- Muriel: “It’s just Aziraphale -” Uriel: “The traitor.” Michael: *odd little sideways frown at Uriel* What’s with that...? Does Michael just feel Uriel spoke out of turn, or is she a little bothered by calling Aziraphale a traitor? It’s a weird expression on her face, can’t quite read it.
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- The bookshop! Everyone gets a magical transformation! Mrs Sandwich looks fabulous! Aaah
- One concern I had going into S2 is that most of the main characters appeared to be angels/demons, and it seemed as though humanity would be deemphasised, which struck me as out of keeping with the themes of the book. And, to be fair, no humans have got to drive the main plot this time around (so far). But I still love the fleshing out of Wickber Street and all the shopkeepers, and the various interactions our boys have with humans in the minisodes. Maybe humanity isn’t saving the world this time, but we are a vital part of what makes the world important.
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- ...Oh dear. Ms Cheng. Who (or what?) are you...?
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- This is enchanting, everyone looks beautiful <33 Love the magic shop owner and his spouse, those are some amazing tattoos.
- BEHOLD THE MAJESTY OF GOOB
- He is doing so well distinguishing the key differences between selling books and handing round canapes!
- Nina did get to say “fuck” again!
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- PROTECTIVE CROWLEY STRIKES AGAIN and he’s protecting HUMANS, he’s protecting the people Aziraphale cares about 😭😭😭
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- The “seamstress” conversation is delightful. Maybe nothing’s up with Ms Cheng? Don’t know why there was that weird shot of her entering the bookshop, then.
- This is just the Pride & Prejudice dance, isn’t it.
- Aziraphale is the soppiest old romantic, look at his faaace
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- Aw yyyeah, everyone wants to fuck Goob
Goob: *does that thing with his face*
The People no longer want to fuck Goob
- “Tell me while we dance” IT’S HAPPENING
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- Shax still does her funny bobbing little walk in full battle armour. I love her.
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- OK, it’s not that all demons are vampires, it’s that the bookshop has its own demon-repelling forcefield. After the zombies I was fully prepared to accept anything.
- GOOB IS HEROICALLY SACRIFICING HIMSELF OH NO
- THAT OUTFIT IS MAGNIFICENT ASDKLGASD
- “T - O - S - T - ........... - E! TOAST!”
- This scene is somehow actually threatening, despite the fact that it is just Shax with a woeful army of scrub demons, none of whom can spell, demanding something that she is incapable of seeing even when it literally walks out and hands itself to her on a silver platter. Beelzebub was SO setting her up to fail.
- Crowley/Mrs Sandwich pals 4 life please.
- “You’re a good lad.” “I’m not actually. Either. But thank you!” NB Crowley canon dialogue, I never thought I’d see the day
- Nina: “Why don’t you stand up for yourself? Make your own plans!” Aziraphale: “Oh, I am. But rescuing me makes him so happy.” aaaaaAAAAAaaahhhhhhhhhh
- oh my god it’s the end of the ep, I’m not ready
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- Swing band theme song, you are my only comfort in this stressful time
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sorry this podcast is making me feel emotions. i could say something smart but all my brain is occupied by part 12 at the moment. i hear theres an alt id feature on mobile but im on pc so! id below :3
[ID: a few colored doodles. the first one in the top left corner is of arthur and john from malevolent. jon is a white man with brown hair, yellow eyes, stubble, and a lot of bruises all over his face and neck. he is wearing a white button up, slightly stained with blood, and a brown plaid jacket. he is looking at the viewer with a thousand yard stare and a pretty neutral face. john is a pure black, sort of furry creature with one tired, bright yellow eye. he has a hand on arthurs shoulder. there is text right next to them both, reading “ day 1 with john!!! ^u^ “ the second doodle is right next to it. it is of arthur, still with bruises, but just in a white button up now. he is frowning, holding a baby in a green blanket, and john is flipping someone off with his hand. the doodle below the first is a portrayal of me. i am a white person with medium length pink hair, and a small ponytail. i am wearing a red button up, a red bow, a lab coat, and googles. i look very sad. there is an arrow pointing towards me that says “ just finished part 12 of malevolent “. the final doodle, right next to the previous one, is a silly looking drawing of me. if you know the one drawing of the distraught crying emoji, it is of that. i am sobbing, yelling, and have my hands in the air.]
#malevolent#arthur lester#john malevolent#malevolent john#malevolent arthur#arthur malevolent#sorry something about this podcast makes me not normal
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Who's to say Elia even cared enough about courtesies to be humiliated? Who's to say Elia and Rhaegar didn't conspire together to honour Lyanna? Who's to say Elia and Rhaegar didn't conspire together to impregnate Lyanna because Elia believed in dragon dreams and prophecies? Why do you want Elia to spend her whole life as a victim?
Oh my god It’s too early for someone to be this pathetically loud and stupid in my inbox.
“Who’s to say Elia even cares enough about courtesies to be humiliated?”
Because I’m not a racist idiot intent on making Elia a smiling imbecile. Why wouldn’t she care about courtesies? Hello? She’s married to the crown prince? Is a princess twice over? Maneuvering a hostile court? did you even read the books? Have you read Fire & Blood? TWOIAF?
since reading comprehension is impossible for you let’s review some statements.
Here’s Paolo Puggioni who made the official tourney of harrenhal art for TWOIAF and the feedback he got from GEORGE in reference to it:
We’ve always imagined that the perfect image of the tourney at Harrenhal would kind of let you pick out all these figures in the stands, each with their different reactions when “the smiles died”.Jon Arryn and Robert and Lord Hunter joking a moment before what was happening dawned on them, Ned watching as Rhaegar was about to stop in front of his sister (who must have been seated quite close), mad Aerys glowering in the distance, Elia stiff-backed and trying to act as if nothing was wrong, Jon Connington probably looking vaguely sad (read: jealous), and so on.
Then we have the canonical book description
Ned remembered the moment when all the smiles died, when Prince Rhaegar Targaryen urged his horse past his own wife, the Dornish princess Elia Martell, to lay the queen of beauty’s laurel in Lyanna’s lap (“Eddard XV”, A Game of Thrones)
The official descriptions given by George. Read it then read it again and again and again. Elia stiff backed and trying to act as if nothing is wrong? All the smiles died?
Sure Becky that sounds like a woman who TOTALLY KNEW WHAT RHAEGAR WAS DOING AND TOTALLY CONSPIRED to be publicly humiliated for all to see.
Why are you so intent in making Elia a willing participant in her own destruction? So your pedophile and his child victim look better off and no one blames them for what happened to Elia and her children? Since she willingly knew? Come out and say it.
Also nothing about crowning a 14 year old girl with a crown typically given with romantic intent is “honorable” it’s why the Starks and Baratheons were equally pissed Rhaegar labeled Lyanna as someone he had sexual interest in to be a mistress. He didn’t honor her skills as a knight in any shape or form. He humiliated Elia and Lyanna.
“Yet if this were true, why did Lady Lyanna's brothers seem so distraught at the honor the prince had bestowed upon her? Brandon Stark, the heir to Winterfell, had to be restrained from confronting Rhaegar at what he took as a slight upon his sister's honor” - TWOIAF.
The World of Ice and Fire released AFTER the main series also goes to the great trouble of relating to us a time a King wanted to crown in a tourney someone else who wasn’t his wife.
Do you recall Aegon the Unworthy? Do you recall he FORBAD his brother from participating in a tourney where Aegon wanted to crown his mistress Queen of Love and Beauty and publicly hurt and humiliate Naerys Targaryen?
Do you recall that Aemon competed anyways because he wanted to save his sister the humiliation?
Pray explain to me why Naerys would be so publicly humiliated and hurt by this action that Aemon broke his word to his King to prevent it but Elia would have been fine with it? Go ahead and do it but wait don’t use the words “Dorne and it’s women are sexually promiscuous and Dornish culture is just like that”
go on I’m waiting.
Who’s to say Elia and Rhaegar didn’t conspire together to Impregnant Lyanna because Elia believed in dragon dreams and prophecy?
Because I don’t think Elia is a piece of shit lmao? Because I don’t think Elia is so vile and misogynistic she would co-sign her grown ass husband kidnapping and raping a little girl for his own egomania? Let’s play along though and say sure for the sake of it? If Elia was aware Rhaegar was going to impregnate Lyanna for the sake of prophecy’s and leave her to die in a tower why wasn’t she in Dorne as well? Hell why wasn’t she in the tower? If she was so willing and knew Rhaegar was just doing it for prophecy’s sake?
You’d think if she knew her husband was going to impregnant a girl and cause political disaster she would have gone to Dorne as well not stayed on Dragonstone within Aerys’s reach….unless she didn’t know. Oh wait why didn’t Rhaegar conspire to get her and his children out of Kingslanding once they were there? Oh is it because the TEXT MADE IT CLEAR OVER AND OVER AGAIN THEY WERE HOSTAGES FOR DORNISH SPEARS? Rhaegar knew this. That’s probably not it though, that’s not what the LITERAL texts says nah go ahead and keep making up shit in your delusional fanon brain.
Why do you want Elia to spend her whole life a victim?
Lmaoooo this is how I know you’re full of shit. Real Elia fans have written fic after fic and imagined scenario after scenario where she lives a long and happy life. Real Elia fans think she was a beloved princess of Dorne and her youth was full of joy, we think she lit up Dreary Dragonstone. We imagine her relationships with her children, with her brothers, her mother. We imagine her loved. Real Elia fans have taken this canonical victim and imagined so much more for her. We focus on how she handled adversity and the odds being stacked against her every single time. We focus on her strength on the fact she had NO ONE in her corner in Kingslanding and still she remains unbowed, unbent, unbroken.
“In her name we turn to Dorne, do not forsake us”
Meanwhile you want her to either a) happily eat Rhaegar and Lyanna’s shit for the rest of her life her children and her be damned or b) happily die the most brutal canonical death with her children because Rhaegar and Lyanna got to be in love and that’s all that matters right?
Not on my watch Becky step the fuck out off my inbox because I’m not the one and neither is any other fan of Elia.
#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#house martell#elia martell#princess of dorne#anti rhaegar targaryen#lyanna stark#anon
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Adding onto the earlier post, about Jon finally realizing he's in love with Damian? And Damian coming to the conclusion he's been friendzoned after Jon unintentionally breaks his heart?
Jon catching Damian out of the sky and holding onto him just a few moments too long, lost in a dreamy daze until Damian glares at him and says, quite pointedly: "You can put me down now."
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Jon helping Damian patch up his injuries, but pausing when he looks up and into Damian's eyes. Hand on Damian's chest, he can feel his own heart skip a beat. Damian, very certain that he has been friendzoned, assumes Jon has heard something in the distance. "What is it? Trouble?" Jon fumbles back.
"Y-yeah! Just a kid s-stuck in a well. I'll be back in a jiff!" He actually goes and screams at the moon to calm down.
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Most of the time they can hang out like normal, but every now and then, Jon misreads some stuff. Damian gets invited to a world premiere and he asks Jon to go with him and Jon FLIIIPS out, because this is a date, right?! This is a date! The whole night, Jon acts super weird, super nervous, gets them both corsages, which Damian is very confused about. He tells him no, they are not wearing these. It's a red carpet event, not prom. Jon's trying to decide when he's going to kiss Damian the whole night... aaaand then he can only manage a hug. Damian goes pink and scowls: "This is so unnecessary."
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Damian reluctantly going on a date for a mission, probably to protect a civilian who is IN LOOOVE with him, with Jon FUMING from the sidelines, looking for any reason at all to jump in. The girl is verrry affectionate, but also a good conversationalist, so Damian is actually fine with this while Jon watches her reach across the table to hold Damian’s hand and loses it.
The mission ends with her thanking Robin for going on a date with her, and protecting her, and she asks to see him again. Jon freezes up, terrified that Damian will accept. Robin just shakes his head and smiles and says “I don’t date civilians.” Jon sticks his tongue out at her over Damian’s turned shoulder. She is confused.
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Harley and Ivy capture them at some point and tease them about being a couple. Jon goes red, starts fumbling over his words. Damian rolls his eyes and says “I’m not exactly Superboy’s type.” Jon falls silent, aside from some squeaks and throaty struggling noises as his face goes ???????
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In order to get out of a magical dungeon, they have to “let love lead the way”. Damian figures out quickly that it means they have to kiss, but keeps it to himself, hoping he’s wrong. Eventually they get so distraught that Damian breaks down and presents his theory, which makes Jon’s ears perk up and his face red. Immediately, he’s on board. Damian is surprised, genuinely, and asks him if he’s sure. Jon waves it off, “haha”, sure he’s sure-- now kiss. Jon places his hands on Damian’s shoulders, and Damian freezes up, reassuring Jon “There’s no guarantee this will work. We could try something else?” But Jon just pulls him closer, staring at his lips as he says: “You’ve never been wrong before, right?”
Jon leans in, closing his eyes. Damian leans in, swept away in how it feels to be in Jon’s arms, allowing himself to enjoy the moment. Jon’s hands trail slowly down to his hands, holding them in his own and squeezing them as he leans in, precious inches away from kissing Damian-- “Wait! Superboy, look!” The path is lit already, and it turns out hand-holding is enough to unlock the path out of the dungeon.
“Well,” Damian snickers, “Now you don’t have to explain that to your next girlfriend.”
Jon’s eye twitches as he tags along. “Yeah,” he mumbles, “What a lifesaver.”
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A girl thinks Jon is cute, and, trying to be a good friend (who still thinks he’s friendzoned), Damian encourages (brutally mocks) him until he agrees to go on a date with her. Jon is unenthusiastic. Damian is now sad.
Jon goes on this date and Damian monitors the situation from a distance-- unbeknownst to Jon, who is having the worst time on this date. The love of his life made him go on a date, so he can’t like him too, so all around, this date sucks. She tries to get him to go on the tunnel of love with her (Damian is pouting 20 meters away at this); he suggests the haunted house instead (Damian is confused 20 meters away at this).
Turns out, girl is a new bad guy, she gets scared or something and turns into a Plasmus-like beast. Robin is on the scene in seconds, much to Jon’s bewilderment. Whilst fighting the baddie, Damian maybe kinda sorta admits to staking out the date-- but only because Jon “managed to mess up with aforementioned Cave Damsel somehow, despite Damian very pointedly giving him space”. Jon recognizes this as possible jealousy.
After Plasmus Jr. is defeated, Damian asks Jon if he’s feeling bummed about the date being ruined (whilst very clearly being happy Jon’s date was ruined). Jon plays dumb and says “Well, there was one thing I wanted to do, but I was saving it for the end.”
Damian shrugs, “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
Jon nods at the Tunnel of Love. Damian says “You’re kidding me.”
They end up riding together, with Damian complaining about how cheesy and low budget everything is, and how Jon shoulda gone on this when his date was still a girl and not a blob. Jon watches him in the lights and falls a little more in love with him, sighing dreamily into his hand. His other hand’s pinkie brushes against Damian’s.
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both a little scared, neither one prepared
Sansa hugs her knees to her chest, curled up into a ball on the bed as tears slip from her closed eyes. Jon has wandered off into the corner where the door out into the armoury is located. She heard him muttering to himself as she was pulling her stockings on.
She presses her forehead to her left knee, trying to expel every conscious thought from her mind. Part of her wants to remember and relive what has just happened, wants to let it play out inside her head, so she can cherish it. Jon is making her feel things she's never truly felt before and she's already aching to feel all of them again, but she shouldn't. She should try to forget it, pretend it never happened at all, but when she closes her eyes again, she can almost feel him: his warmth, his strength, his comforting presence.
No, she tells herself. You can't. Jon came back wrong, she can't blame him for his unnatural desires, but then what is her excuse? Once again, she realizes that before Jon, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to be loved. It's confusing and overwhelming her in such a violent way that it's leaving her dazed and disoriented. And after everything she has been through, she's just become so hungry for love, so desperate for a gentle touch that her mind and body are welcoming his attentions, even though she should know in every fibre of her being that it's wrong. But still, in spite of that knowledge, she wishes she could give him what he wants, that she could make him happy.
"My lady?" It's Satin who's calling out to her. "Why did you let him go outside like that?" There is anger in his voice.
She looks up and Satin freezes and then tosses the pair of dead rabbits he's holding on the table. He approaches her as one would a wounded animal.
"My lady?" he repeats, but much more softly now, and with a hesitance that makes it sound like a question.
When he is next to the bed, his eyes rest on her position, on her puffy face and her red-rimmed eyes. "Did he hurt you, my lady?" he asks tentatively.
Sansa shakes her head. "No, he just startled me, is all." She wipes away a tear.
"He's outside, in the snow, completely bare," Satin tells her with a distraught frown on his face. "Would you come with me to get him back inside? He keeps calling out your name."
Oh gods! She scurries off the bed and pulls on her boots as quickly as she can. As she follows Satin out into the armoury, she hears a howl, not quite like a real wolf's, but close enough.
Just outside the armoury, Jon is on all fours in the freshly fallen snow, face turned up to the moon and still howling.
She approaches him slowly, and kneels next to him in the snow. "Jon?" she tries gingerly, reaching out to brush his hair back from his brow. His head snaps to her, and there's a wild panic in his wide, dark eyes. He throws his head back again and yelps, the pain in it chilling her to the bone.
"Jon, you're going to catch a chill out here. You need to come back inside."
He lowers his head slowly this time, shaking it vehemently as he meets her gaze with a tortured look in his eyes. "Sansa," he chokes out. "Sansa... say... leave." He's struggling to get the words out, just like he was that very first day.
She frames his face in both of her hands. The snow has already soaked through her borrowed tunic. "Oh, Jon. That's not what I meant. I just needed some space."
He sits up to cover her hands with his own. "Sansa... not... want... me," he whispers roughly. "Jon... wrong."
"I want you to come back inside with me," she answers, to avoid getting into that. She doesn't know how to make him understand. "We're pack, remember? We need to stay together."
He leans into her touch and nods. "Together," he repeats, but he doesn't make any attempt to get up.
"You have to come back inside to keep me safe. It's too cold out here for me," she tells him, turning her right hand in his to lace their fingers together.
She's not quite sure how she does it, but she manages to get Jon back inside. The short walk through the armoury seems to last hours, but eventually they arrive back in the room they've been sharing. Satin offers her a couple of blankets and she orders him to light a fire.
"My lady," he objects, standing in the middle of the room. "You know I can't do that."
"I'll handle him if it comes to that," she insists, though she's not as certain of herself as she pretends to be. "Do it." She walks over to the table, never releasing Jon's hand, and shows him the pair of rabbits.
"Look what Ghost brought back for you," she tells him in as cheerful a voice as she can muster. His eyes light up and he eagerly reaches for his meal, retreating to a corner to devour it. She follows him to wrap a blanket around his shoulders and cover his legs with another one, but she quickly averts her eyes as his teeth tear into the raw rabbit flesh. The sight still makes her stomach churn.
She turns around to see that Satin has been successful in starting a fire. For now, Jon seems sufficiently distracted by his food not to notice. She approaches Satin, putting some distance between her and Jon, so she can't hear the sounds he's making as clearly.
When Satin rises and turns to look at her, she crosses her arms over her chest, hugging her own frame, and whispers: "Do you think he'll ever be whole again, Satin?"
Satin's eyes travel to the corner behind her and he watches Jon before he answers. "He's better than he was before, since you've come here."
He certainly didn't look better naked and howling out in the snow. He looked worse than she's ever seen him. She knows she was right to end what he was trying to do, but it's clear she was too harsh with him, that he didn't understand her rejection, nor her request to be left alone.
"What happened, earlier?" Satin asks her.
She walks closer to the hearth, holding out her hands to warm them. "He climbed into the tub with me." She keeps her eyes on the flames that are starting to dance, aware that the heat in her cheeks is not the result of the fire. "He wants, he wanted..." Gods, she can't say it. "He doesn't understand," she adds through the lump in her throat.
She's grateful for Satin's silence, for the swift but soft squeeze of his hand on her elbow. She's even more grateful that he doesn't ask any questions, that he appears to understand without any further explanation.
"There was a raven earlier," he tells her, changing the subject. "It carried a letter for you." He hands her the scroll.
"Thank you, Satin. You may take your leave, if you wish. I'm sure you have tasks to attend to."
His eyes flicker to Jon, who's almost finished his pair of rabbits. "Will you be all right, my lady?"
"Yes, thank you," she answers him, waiting for him to leave before she turns to look at Jon again. The tub is still in the middle of the room, full of water that must have cooled down by now, but emptying and removing it will have to wait until the next day. It would probably be unwise to have other people around Jon right now.
She decides to walk over to him to take his hand and lead him to the bed. He follows her without questioning her.
"I'm tired," she tells him, just to be clear. He lets her tuck him into the bed and wipe the blood off his face, watching her every move as she takes off her boots and cloak before climbing up onto the bed as well. He lies next to her, staring at her with sad, uncertain eyes and his hands folded together under his cheek.
"I need to read this letter first," she explains to him as she picks up the scroll Satin gave her and opens it. It's from Wylis Manderly, who informs her that Alaric Stone and his men have arrived at White Harbour. Sansa smiles to herself. She'll have to tell Brienne he's reached his destination, and that he's safe. Lord Wylis also assures her that House Manderly will stand behind House Stark as they have for a thousand years.
She doesn't have much of a plan yet, but it's good to know that she won't be alone, that she'll have allies and people to support her. She'll have to wait for a raven from Howland Reed next, which will probably still take a while to arrive. She'll pray that it will though, and that Petyr won't have a chance to thwart her efforts.
She puts the scroll under the pillow and turns to Jon then. What is she going to do with him? He's still staring at her, and it appears as if he hasn't moved a muscle as he waited for her to finish reading her letter. The cold and the snow have barely affected him, but he still seems hurt and unsure after her rejection.
"Come here," she invites him, opening her arms for him.
Slowly and tentatively, he rolls over to rest his cheek on her chest and she wraps an arm around his shoulders, stroking his hair with her other hand. "We're safe," she tells him, not certain what else she might say to make him feel better. "We're together."
"Pack," he mumbles, and she can feel the rumble of his voice in her chest. As she holds him close, she can almost pretend none of it has happened and that they can carry on as they have before, but everything that has happened since he climbed into that bathtub still lingers, heavy and tangible between them, like a thick fog or a gloomy cloud that has descended from the heavens.
"Sing?" he asks her after a while.
She inclines her head to kiss the top of his, smiling into his hair. She'll sing a thousand songs if that's what it takes to heal his heart.
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Hi!!! I don't know if ur still taking prompts but if u do could you do one where Jon gets hit by a love portion and falls for someone who is NOT Damian and Damian is sooo jealous that at one point he confesses to Jon and kiss him which break the live potion effect because true lov3 and all. Also if you could include the batbros that would be great. Thanks in advance if you do XD XD
(Hi! So sorry this took so long 😅 I got busy with #batlanternweek and my Damijon fics on Ao3 and writing a gift for a friend! But! I finally got here! And now that I've written it, I really like this prompt so thank you!!)
Damian was cranky. Even more so then usual. To the point where even Dick had stopped trying to cheer him up. He was so pissed he broke a guys nose literally just for breathing at him. He had gone off on the Teen Titans, nearly killed Tim(yes, again. And they had been doing so well), helped Red Hood steal from a pharmacy(not in his Robin uniform, of course), and had been snubbing Maya and Colin all week.
Why was he so cranky?
Because his best friend, and long time crush, was pining over someone that wasn't him. And this was a problem™.
Now he would never, ever, in a million years confess to Jon. It was just out of the question. For the longest of time, the boy was just too young and Naive, and wouldn't understand, probably be weirded out. And then he went into space for a week, and came back three years older (fuck you Bendis) making him the same age as Damian, also taller then him. And worse, no longer a virgin, which had really upset him, because maybe he had been harboring the desire to deflower the half-kryptonian. But that was his secret to keep, as was the age in which he lost his own virginity, albeit a dumb thing to fret over.
Now you might be thinking, how on Earth has Jonathan Kent fallen for anyone but our handsome, striking, emotionally constipated detective protagonist. The answer was simple, dumb and entirely too aggravating.
They had been working with the Teen Titans, tracking down a new meta who was causing issues in Washington, the state, not the District. This Meta was calling themselves "Eros" like the Greek god of passionate desires. Which of course, led the team to believe their powers had something to do with people's emotions. Well that and the pile of police reports about that exact topic.
Damian hadn't been as concerned as he probably should have been. His team knew the risks and all trusted each other, and apologized in advance, should Eros get to any of them. They were a good group of supers, he begrudgingly admitted. Bringing Kent along probably wasn't the best idea, but with it being summer break and them spending the weekend together, he hadn't really had much of a choice.
He really didn't remember how it happened, just that one moment they had been battling the red and white clad meta, and the next he heard Jon yelling and saw him tackle Jackson.
The arrow sticking out of his back was not a good sign.
As it turned out, the arrow was a love potion, and it made Jon instantly fall for Jackson. Which the teen thought was hilarious. Jon on the other hand, spent the whole next week moping around and bemoaning his childish issues to Damian, who was very annoyed that the damn potion hadn't worn off yet.
"Damian, get off your ass, it's time to patrol," Tim said as he breezed past the futon Damian was sat on.
"He can't," Dick's voice carried across the cave. "He got grounded, remember?"
"Oh, shit. Right. Why?"
"Damian!" A whiny voice called, and Damian wanted to put a knife through his brain.
"That's why," he bit out, pushing to his feet.
He had approximately thirty seconds before Jon located him.
"What? I thought you and Superlad were bff's again," Tim asked, confused.
"We were, until he got hit by a love potion and has fallen head over heels for someone el- on the team."
His stumble wouldn't have been noticed by anyone but his brothers. Tim's eyebrow arched up as he buckled the belts that went across his chest.
"That's rough. Had that happen with Kon a few times. It really doesn't wear off Kryptonian's quite right. Good luck!"
Tim waved and walked away, quickly replaced by Jon, who meandered over, in Superboy uniform. This uniform was a significant improvement on his last one, and Damian would like to take credit for that, this one was actually a bodysuit, red boots that went nearly to his knees, red gloves, and his red cape. The body suit was mostly blue with some dark gray, and then the red and gold on the S emblem.
"Are we going patrolling?" Jon asked with a sad sigh.
"No," Damian bit out, feeling a ripple of anger.
He turned and stalked out, Jon literally floating after him. Damian went upstairs to the manor, heading to the kitchen, Jon never once leaving his side. He was so annoyed.
"Would you quit?!" He snapped, glaring at the Superboy.
"Oh. . . Okay. Geesh you're so cranky these days."
"Maybe, I'm just tired of you acting like a dumbass. Jackson is never going to love you back, Jon. He's not attracted to boys."
"I know," Jon said with a depressed sigh. "But I can't help it. His eyes, and his skin, and-"
"Fuck you!" Damian snapped and spun on his heel, walking out of the kitchen.
He practically ran up to his room, hoping, in vain, that Jon would just leave him alone and go home. Unfortunately, Jon apparently still remembered his duties as best friend. A few seconds later. There was a knock at the door.
"Damian. It's me, can I please come in?"
"No!"
"Damian."
The door opened anyway. Damian crossed his arms, turning to glare at it.
"Fuck. You."
"i don't understand," Jon said, distraught.
"For a week! I have watched you pining over Aqualad. For a week! You feel nothing for him, not truly, you never so much bat an eyelash at him before!"
This was truly a bad idea, but Damian was so frustrated and tired. And gay.
A Tired, emotionally frustrated gay is never a good thing to have on hand. (Trust me on this one. I am one and live with one)
"You've been chasing after him like he is a god, and yet I've been here this whole time and you never even looked at me. Fuck you, Kent! You know how hard relationships are for me!"
"Wait, what?" Jon asked, freezing and looking confused.
"You're an asshole."
"Damian, wait-"
Damian turned to barge past Jon, who caught him easily, grabbing his shoulders firmly.
"Damian, are you- do you like me?"
"For two years now," Damian bit out.
He had already let the cat out of the bag, might as well give it attention.
"oh my God, Damian, I never-"
Damian didn't think or stop himself. He surged forwards, grabbing Jon's slightly less chubby face and yanking him into a rough kiss, teeth clicking painfully, but Damian didn't stop, just kissed him hard. Jon was stiff for a moment, and then suddenly relaxed considerably. he wrapped an arm around Damian's waist and pulled him close.
Damian whimpered into Jon's lips as the Kryptonian sucked in his bottom lip, gently kissing him. Damian's hand snuck up, tangling into Jon's black hair, and the other teens hand was on his hip, fingers pressing into his flesh. Then Damian realized what he was doing and jerked away, pulling out of Jon's hold and stumbling backwards, across the room. He stared at Jon with wide eyes, hand coming up to his mouth.
"Jon, I'm so sorr-"
"Shut up." Jon started walking closer.
He looked confused, but not angry. He followed Damian across the room and reached out for him, but Damian jolted back again.
"Damian, come here," he said gently, holding out a hand.
Damian shook his head. His heard was pounding, and he felt like he was about to have a panic attack or something.
"Damian. Come. Here."
The words were an order, and it sent a bolt of fear through Damian. He swallowed and stepped forwards, into Jon's reach. The teen gently cupped Damian's face, a thumb stroking his cheekbone.
"Damian. I am so sorry," he murmured. "I'm sorry I've been acting like an idiot all week. You're right, I don't really feel anything for Jackson. He's a good guy, but no one holds a candle for you."
Damian inhaled to speak, but Jon stopped him, continuing talking.
"When I was gone, for three years, the one thing that kept me going, that made me keep fighting, was the thought of you, of coming back to you. For three years."
Damian wanted to sob, hearing those words, but he just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Damian. I'm sorry. Really. You- . . . You mean so much to me."
Damian opened his eyes and nodded slightly, meeting Jon's eyes. The teen smiled.
"Can I kiss you again?"
Another nod and Jon leaned in, gently pressing their lips together. Damian relaxed into him, hands coming up to his arms. Jon was already forgiven. Damian couldn't stay mad at his soulmate, not for long, anyway.
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The Dove and Her Hound - CH. Nineteen
Title: Three Losses
Words: 1,037
Warnings: Mentions of death, swearing.
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When you woke up, Thoros was dead. You didn’t really know the guy, but you could see that Beric was distraught and Sandor was a little sad. You knelt down next to the man and pulled his shawl over his head.
“They say it’s one of the better ways to go,” Sandor said. He crouched next to you.
Beric started to say a prayer, folding Thoros’ hands over his belly. Sandor had taken his flask and drank from it before Jon ripped it from his hand.
“We have to burn his body,” Jon said.
He poured the wine from the flask onto Thoros after you stood up. Beric then lit his sword on fire and proceeded to burn Thoros’ body. Sandor turned away and you gripped his hand tightly, rubbing the back of it. Your eyes stayed on Thoros as Beric spoke and you could feel Sandor tense up from the fire. Extinguishing the flames of his sword, Beric walked to the edge of the rock. You watched him go with sadness in your eyes.
“Are you okay, my love?” You asked Sandor. His eyes met yours and he nodded.
“Aye.” He bent down and kissed you slowly. His hands cupped your face and you sighed. No other sound passed your lips.
Jon and Jorah were talking about the White Walkers when you walked up to them with Sandor.
“We’re all going to freeze soon. As well as the water.” Jorah struggled slightly to catch his breath. “When you killed that White Walker, almost all who followed him fell. Why?”
“Maybe he was the one who made them.”
“We can go for the Walkers. Maybe we’ll stand a chance.”
“No. We need to take that thing back with us,” Jon said. “There’s a Raven headed to Dragonstone now. Daenerys is our only chance.”
“No,” Beric said. “There’s another.”
He pointed his sword up to the White Walkers on horses. “Kill him. He turned them all. The Lord brought both of us back. No one else, just us. Did he do it to watch us freeze to death?”
“Careful Beric, you lost your priest. This is your last life,” Sandor said.
“I’ve been waiting for the end. Maybe the Lord brought me here to find it.”
“Every Lord I’ve ever met ‘as been a cunt. Why should the Lord of Light be any different?”
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Almost half the day had passed and it felt like it was getting colder. The sky was clear and the air crisp enough that sometimes it hurt to breathe. You were huddled next to Jon, shivering slightly. His arm was around you and you watched as Sandor threw a rock at the Wights.
“Dumb cunts,” he said. Picking up another rock, he hurled it across the ice. It was too heavy, though, and it hit the ice around you and skidded to the line of Wights. The ice didn’t break and your eyes widened. Straitening up, you saw the Wight look at the rock then look up at you.
“Fuck,” Sandor said.
The Wight started to walk across the ice and everyone stood up suddenly, getting their weapons ready. The one Sandor hit was almost halfway towards you and others were joining. You took your bow out and nocked and arrow. Pulling the string back, you let it loose. The arrow hit one in the gut and it fell. You kept shooting until Tormund had to pull you back. One of them had gotten too close and almost got you.
“Thanks,” you said.
He grunted and hit another Wight. Putting your bow on your back, you pulled out your sword and started swinging. After a while, everything seemed to be moving slowly. More and more White Walkers had come towards your party and it was getting harder to hold them back. They had forced you even further onto the rock and now there was absolutely nowhere to go. You raised your sword over your head, ready to kill as many of them before they killed you, when you heard giant wings flapping and you felt the heat of dragon-fire.
You ducked down and when you looked up, you saw Daenerys on the back of one of the dragons. They were burning the Wights where they stood and you looked on in awe. The one carrying Daenerys landed a few paces in front of you and she motioned to get on. You cut down Wights as you made your way to her, Jorah and Sandor close behind. Sandor impaled the Walker that you had captured on the beast and sat down, you in front of him. Tormund and Beric were behind Sandor. Jorah wasn’t on the dragon yet and neither was Jon.
“Jon!” You yelled. “Come on!”
You saw him look at you briefly and he continued to swing his sword.
“Jon!” Jorah said. Jon ignored the two of you. You went to slide off of the dragon, but Sandor held onto your waist tightly.
“Let me go! Jon!” You cried desperately.
Jorah had clambered on, sitting behind Dany. Everyone’s attention was on Jon and nobody saw what happened to one of the dragons until it let loose a horrifying cry. Your head turned to the dragon and you saw it bleeding profusely. It fell to the earth, crashing through the ice. You looked on in horror, the other two dragons crying for their brother. In a fit of anger, Jon raced towards the Night King. He saw another spear being prepared and turned back.
“Go!” Jon yelled. “Go, now! Leave!”
You turned to your brother and so did Daenerys. Jon was running towards you but was tackled into the water by two Wights.
“No!” You screamed. You fought Sandor’s hold, but he was too strong for you. Daenerys made her dragon take flight and you gripped his ridges as best as you could. It was very bumpy and hectic. Jorah lost his grip and if Tormund hadn’t caught him, he would have died. Looking back, you saw the Night King mount his horse and ride away. Once you were far enough away, you let your tears fall. Sandor gathered you into his arms and tried to console you as best as he could.
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Okay umm I have a prompt... Arya finds out she's pregnant.
author’s note: …is it weird if i say i’ve already thought about this. just a little i swear! but anyway, regardless of MY issues, here’s your prompt in action anon. hope it doesn’t disappoint!
-she can’t believe it.
-it’s just her luck, to have this happen now, of all times. it would be her, wouldn’t it?
-she’s been a woman for some time now. a rather late bloomer (in all things, not only this), she first got her moonblood in braavos, and had to deal with it all herself.
-the fact that her mother never had the proper chance to teach her all about it probably didn’t help. her mother, a lady herself of course, had bore five children, and so arya knew she must have known all about it. she had heard bits and pieces when sansa had received the dreaded talk, but hadn’t had it herself as she was too young in her parents’ eyes to know of such things.
-arya couldn’t blame them entirely. she had gathered more information, she knew how it worked and why, and she knew of ways to prevent it. but then, in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten it all - everything she had collected thrown out of the window of her mind - and she’d lain with gendry, carelessly and brilliantly.
-she did not regret this. given a hundred more chances, she could not say she would choose to not seek out gendry and make love to him. only now, with hindsight, she would most certainly have considered the repercussions of such actions, and taken defenses to prevent this from happening.
-now, though, she knows. a woman’s intuition, perhaps, because as she’s missed her blood this rotation, something is far from right. she’s panicking, of course, but not for the reasons many ladies might be.
-she isn’t necessarily afraid of what it means. seven hells, she’s been stabbed in the gut and bled out enough times to know what pain is like, so the birthing process itself does not frighten her. the idea of carrying a child is new, most foreign, but not something that upsets her.
-most of all, a highborn lady such as herself might fear what the father’s status may do to her child’s reputation. gendry was a bastard, albeit the bastard of king robert, but a bastard all the same. she knew this, yet it did not frighten nor deter her.
-women she had known had lost babies, both intentionally and unintentionally. she saw the distraught the latter went through, and even some times the former. she knew from the instant she realised she was pregnant that she could not terminate it, even if it inhibited her.
-what she disliked the most about the newly learned fact was the implications it would have on her utility in the coming wars. she had just recently helped defend the crypts with her brother and his men. she knew, not to be big-headed, that she had aided them in a crucial time. what was to become of them, should she be too far along to help? what then?
-her panic settled in and she first sought council from the only person in winterfell she felt could be wholly trusted with such dangerous information, except for gendry himself.
-she found her sister in her quarters, readying the plans she and jon had concurred with. she heard the door that signaled her sister’s entrance, and so set down her work and welcomed arya.
-arya remained stilted, fearful, and downright lost as to how to begin such a conversation. though she trusted sansa with her life, she had never expected to have to spring such news on to her. in fact, she had always anticipated the alternative happening. after all, sansa was the daughter that dreamed of golden-haired babies and a protective, strong husband - not arya.
-”arya?” sansa called to her, brow furrowing as she analysed her sister’s dazed look, “arya, are you feeling alright?”
-arya met her sister’s blue eyes, and saw the warmth behind the icy stare. she swallowed past the lump in her throat, and managed to form the key words.
-”i’m pregnant.”
-sansa’s stance immediately changed. she did not become standoffish, though she became more serious than she had been. she dropped her gaze to arya’s belly, then brought it back up.
-”you’re certain?”
-realistically, no woman could ever be certain of a pregnancy until she gave birth and held the child in her arms. however, being a sure as she could without being in that situation, arya nodded limply, head feeling as though it could fall from its place at any moment.
-sansa nodded back, in acknowledgement. she paused only briefly, and then said, “we won’t tell the others, at least not now.”
-”thank you.”
-arya could not say why she was thanking sansa, because she knew beforehand that she would not betray her. however, hearing the words aloud, knowing that her secret was open yet safe for the time being, made her feel overwhelming gratitude towards her sister.
-”gendry?”
-arya almost fell over. had she misheard? no, certainly not, because there was one of sansa’s rare smirks, stretched wide over her porcelain skin. she watched arya, awaiting an answer that her sister was sure she already knew, based solely on her question.
-”yes,” she responded, unable to withhold the small smile of her own that began forming, even despite her initial shock.
-”good,” sansa nodded at her, then gestured towards her stomach. “now go and tell him.”
-it took arya no more than this single order to obey. she retreated back out of the room, sparing a second to smile thankfully at sansa who returned the gesture. she thought to herself absently as she made her way to the forge, where she expected gendry would be at this time of day - and, come to think of it, any time of day.
-along the way, she began wondering how the pregnancy would change her, and the world and people around her. she could remember how her mother changed around babies, both her own (arya was too young to remember bran’s, though she remembered snippets of her mother with rickon) and those of ladies around the city.
-it seemed that, even in these ultimate trying times, there was some good to be found in the unexpected event.
-once outside of gendry’s workstation, she stopped a moment to breathe and recollect herself. yet again she had spared no thought as to how she would deliver the news, which she supposed was a rather important aspect as she was now going to tell the father of the child himself. oh well…
-she crept inside of the forge, hearing the smashing of heated metal and the roaring flames of a hot fire. she instantly felt the warmth and understood why gendry had no issue working in such a place, when the world was so cold. she smiled softly - so unlike her usual self - when she spotted him, working on yet another dragonglass dagger.
-she moved to stand some distance away, taking a moment to admire him before he sensed her presence through unintelligible means. he turned around to face her, and she did not miss how his eyes glistened as he did so.
-”arya,” he breathed as he began setting down his things hastily, then enveloped her into his arms. did he know already?
-”gendry,” her voice returned, just as airy, with an adoring tone to it. she both loathed how feeble it made her seem, but loved how sincere it was of her. it was admittedly a nice change after having to feign constant nonchalance in the house of black and white.
-”you look determined, m’lady,” she twinged at the memory of what he had said all those years ago, about them never being family. she felt suddenly dejected, but did not let him see. “might i ask, what is your mission?”
-she knew he was being insincere in his tone and manner of speech, but the atmosphere simply felt wrong to tell him such life-changing, world-shattering news. she ignored his question and took herself to sit on a nearby bundle of something or other, wrapped up neatly in a bag. it was far from comfortable, but it was sufficient.
-gendry followed close behind her, immediately sensing something was wrong. “arya?”
-he kneeled before her, trying to have her meet his eye, but she refused. after all, how could she do such a thing, when she hadn’t even thought how to approach the topic? this was their child, and she swore she wouldn’t throw the information into a conversation without at least some consideration of how to address it.
-he took her hands softly, running his blackened thumbs over her knuckles. he almost looked like he wanted to bend down and kiss them, only he refrained. she could not say why he did so.
-”arya,” he repeated her name, as though it were a mantra, “could you talk to me?”
-it wasn’t aggressive. he wasn’t trying to irk her, as he had done for so much of their relationship. his voice was earnest, and this made her finally look up at him. she knew she looked sheepish, guilty of something, but he soon understood when she spoke, uttering only two words in a tamed little voice.
-”i’m pregnant.”
-she had said it before with conviction, knowing it was something she wanted her sister to know. but now, the more she considered the impact it could have on gendry and his work, and his willingness to fight and risk any of their lives in such a way, the less and less she wanted to tell him at all.
-it was when she hit the point of considering telling him much later on in her pregnancy that it was some other man’s that she knew it was time to act, and frankly. that was why she had told him, overcome by some greater conscience, and now awaited his response.
-”you’re…” his eyes were wide, and his thumbs had stopped dead in their tracks, though he had not dropped her hands. “really?”
-her eyes moistened and she smiled, not through happiness nor sadness, but something entirely other. she nodded to him, holding his gaze, “really.”
-he paused, then his eyes dropped. as sansa had done, he looked at her stomach, and she could practically see his mind whirring. she rather humorously considered that, if this was the reaction she would get every time, she might reconsider revealing the pregnancy at all, at least until the birth.
-then, her hands were dropped.
-her heart fell with them, fearing the worst had happened, but when there was a new warmth pouring into her belly - eminating from the palms of the smith’s hands - she physically relaxed. she began smiling as he felt for a sign of movement.
-”you can’t feel anything this early, you know-”
-”we’re bonding,” gendry stated seriously, and arya barked out a laugh.
-”you’re mad,” she said lovingly, “absolutely mad. you know that, gendry?”
-he looked up at her, eyes all gooey like sansa’s had been, all those years ago, when she looked at the prince - like she loved him, and he loved her. he outlined her face with his eyes, then brought his hands from her belly to cup her face sweetly. he tipped up on his heels, bring his face before hers.
-”so are you,” he said, and continued, “then we’ve got a good chance that they’ll be too, yeah?”
-he kissed her without a verbal response, but she took the time to think of what he meant. in her worry, she hadn’t taken any time to consider the child as it was: a public declaration of their union. whether it would be a bastard or not arya did not care, as she wondered more whether it would have his hair (most probable) or hers, and whether it would swear as much as she did, and whether it would enjoy weaponry as they both did.
-her train of thought reached an abrupt end when he pulled away, still maintaining a hold of her face. he held her gaze, and she spoke her thoughts aloud, in a hushed voice.
-”you’re not allowed to play favourites,” she threatened jokingly, and stole his hands’ place on her stomach, replacing his with her own. he followed the movement, but did not make a motion to move her.
-”as you wish,” he said, and pulled her back in, tucking his face into her neck and breathing, like a pillar of solidity for her to rest all her qualms on.
-unexpected? most definitely. a little inconvenient with timing? yes. something she’d never thought she’d ever want? absolutely. but with this man, nothing she feared seemed so bad.
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I haven’t read the books but I always see those 2 quotes “ghost wolf big as mountains” and “in the distance a wolf howled, it made her feel sad and lonely but no less hungry.” Why do Sansa and Dany both hear Jon die? Why not just Dany or just Sansa? Why both? Why either of them at all? How come Arya and Bran don’t hear it? Especially bc Sansa has no connection with animals or warging.
Oh no, no, anon. The howl Sansa hears happens an entire book before Jon’s death. In other words…
Sansa did not hear Ghost howl.
How am I so certain? Ghost doesn’t howl.:
Benjen: A very quiet wolf.Jon: He’s not like the others. He never makes a sound. That’s why I named him Ghost. That, and because he’s white. The others are all dark, grey or black.
Ghost sat on his haunches watching, silent as ever. Will he howl for me when I’m dead, as Bran’s wolf howled when he fell?
He found Ghost atop the hill, as he thought he might. The white wolf never howled.
Ghost doesn’t howl. He’s silent. Sansa heard the howl in A Feast for Crows, which is one full book before Jon dies in A Dance with Dragons. And that is important. Because Ghost does not howl on his own, it is implied that he howled for Jon upon his death, probably because Jon warged into him with his last moments on earth:
Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered.
Yet… Daenerys did hear Ghost howl.
I know, I know, Ghost doesn’t howl. Not on his own, anyway… What Daenerys heard was likely a plea from a dying skinchanger. And oh, is this a fun tale! One of my favorites.
First of all, the timing matches up. Twenty-five pages after Jon is killed, Daenerys hears a wolf howl that made her feel sad and lonely.
At the time, Daenerys is in the Dothraki Sea, a world away from Jon. There aren’t really wolves native to the area, so we can rule those out.
Out in the plains, Daenerys is having trouble finding food. What she does find are some strange green berries that end up giving her some trippy visions and a very graphic depiction of a loose bowel movement (poor Dany).
These two symptoms paired together sound a lot like a drug here on earth, Ayahuasca:
“The psychedelic effects of ayahuasca include visual and auditory stimulation, the mixing of sensory modalities, and psychological introspection that may lead to great elation, fear, or illumination. Its purgative properties are important (known as la purga or “the purge”). The intense vomiting and occasional diarrhea it induces…“
The psychoactive ingredient in Ayahuasca is dimethyltryptamine (DMT):
"Rick Strassman has theorised that the human pineal gland is capable of producing the hallucinogen N,N-dimethyltryptamine (DMT) under certain circumstances. In 2013 he and other researchers first reported DMT in the pineal gland microdialysate of rodents.”
…The pineal gland.
“The pineal gland represents a kind of atrophied photoreceptor.In the epithalamus of some species of amphibians and reptiles, it is linked to a light-sensing organ, known as the parietal eye, which is also called the pineal eye or third eye.”
Through the use of these berries (which seem to have a lot in common with Ayahuasca), Daenerys might’ve ’opened her third eye’.
Bran Stark gives us an important clue about third eyes:
“Here in the chill damp darkness of the tomb his third eye had finally opened. He could reach Summer whenever he wanted, and once he had even touched Ghost and talked to Jon.”
What makes this so intriguing is that, like Bran, Daenerys is also a skinchanger. It’s subtle, but the proof is there in the first book:
“The slightest pressure with her legs, the lightest touch on the reins, and the filly responded. She sent it into a gallop, and now the Dothraki were hooting and laughing and shouting at her as they jumped out of her way. A daring she had never known filled Daenerys then, and she gave the filly her head. The silver horse leapt the flames as if she had wings.”
From the Wiki:
“An untrained skinchanger may unconsciously enter the mind of an animal.”
and
“The interaction between the skinchanger’s and animal’s minds influence both personalities.”
Dany suddenly found a ‘daring she had never known’, likely from bonding with her horse.
Lastly… (and this is my favorite part)
This is a controversial theory, but the berries she ate might’ve caused a miscarriage:
“As she splashed her face, she saw fresh blood on her thighs. The ragged hem of her undertunic was stained with it. The sight of so much red frightened her. Moon blood, it’s only my moon blood, but she did not remember ever having such a heavy flow.”
And remember…
“Only death can pay for life.”
In summary: Jon dies. He wargs into Ghost. He howls as a plea for help. Daenerys hears his howl. And with her miscarriage, might’ve provided the death that will pay for Jon’s life.
If, like me, you’d like to believe that Dany and Ghost share a connection, then perhaps Jon and Drogon do, too (after all, the name Drogon in Tolkien languages translates to ‘male wolf’).
These two dark-colored dragons (Drogon and Jon) were both just stabbed. A distraught Drogon conveniently takes Daenerys right to the berries that might’ve opened up a psychic connection between Jon and Daenerys…
Anyway. This theory is way too fun so it probably can’t be true. *sighs*
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Summary: You were stuck on the wrong side of the Wall, waiting for your perfect time to leave and get back to your family.
Pairing: Reader x Tormund Giantsbane
Word Count: 2,350
A/N: Hey guys since episode was so sad I thought maybe so fluff would be nice. I’ve never posted anything GOT wise so this is my first go at it, please be nice I’m still trying to figure out how to write for him.
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It was supposed to be simple journey to the other side of the Wall, a quick trip with a few raids here and there.The clans just need more supplies and things were scarce their side of the Wall. The group never suspected that there would be a larger force at the tiny village. While others were murdered or escaped you were caught. Pulled away from the fighting by a man in grey robes with chains hanging off his shoulders
“I can’t let a women with child die” Your hand shot to your stomach, you weren’t with child. You weren’t completely sure of it but you weren’t going to stop him, lying could save your life. He passed you off to women in a dress with an apron
“Take her to Winterfell, inform Lord Stark of her” You rode on the back of the women’s horse to this Winterfell where you met this Lord Stark and started working in the kitchens with a women the called Old Nan.
As you spent more time in Winterfell you found out that you were indeed with child, you cursed your man and his potent seed. Thinking of him caused you to miss him and your other children. You regret few things in life, but climbing over that was the biggest one in your life.
“You’re not from here are you?” Eddard Stark asked one night after supper
“I’m from the North m’lord” You hated having to called these people by their ‘titles’
“You’re a little south from home?” You turned to him
“You’re women may not be fighters but where I come from everyone learns fight. If you are threatening me I will kill you” The lord raised his hands
“My brother is man of the Night’s Watch, when he come here again I’ll have him take you with him and send you back home” You stepped back
“Why? Why would you help me?”
“Because your husband deserves to know his child” You placed your hand on your growing belly “And you deserve to raise your child where you’re from”
“Thank you” You left the kitchen, you head swimming with the idea of being back in your tent, covered in furs you stitched together rather than the dress you wore. The idea of see your children and your man again, hunting for dinner and teaching them the ways of your people and their ancestors.
You bonded with all the Stark children, they loved to come and hide from each other and have you tell them stories. Your favorite of the Stark children was Arya, she belong on the other side of the Wall where she could learn to fight.
You also like Jon, he was different from the other children. Some nights when Lady Stark wasn’t kind to him he’d hide in the kitchens. You’d tell him stories of your home while feeding him the left over lemon cakes and other sweats. Jon always knew that you were a Wildling, you never said it but he figured it out as he grew.
Sansa was a kind girl who wanted to be a proper lady, she was always sewing things for your son, Bjorigar. You were there for Lady Catelyn when she birthed Bran and Rickon who always played with Bjorigar. Robb and Theon were kind boys but they stayed away from the kitchens, except for when they were sneaking sweats.
You remembered your last conversation with Jon before he left for the Wall. He was distraught that he couldn’t go to the feast and the ‘imp’ talked to him. He came in to the kitchens and you made him a plate and sat next to him
“You know I have three other children” you tried to distract the boy “My oldest son is a year older than you and I have two daughters about Arya’s age”
“Where are they?” He asked
“Home hopefully my man is taking care of them”
“What are their names?” He asked and you smiled
“My son’s name is Valulas and my daughters are named Norna and Nolla”
“Do you miss them?” He asked
“Everyday” You sighed “And I’ll miss you and Sansa and Arya and Bran now that you’ll all be gone” You squeezed his hand after every name. You grew sad thinking about not hearing the girls yelling at each other down the hall, or that Robb and Jon won’t teach Bran to use a bow in the courtyard.
In the morning you packed your bag for your journey to the Wall with Jon and Benjin. Benjin walked into the kitchen and you he had a distraught look on his face
“I’m sorry” You felt your heart drop
“You can’t leave me here” You whispered
“The Lanister Imp is coming with us and I can’t risk anyone knowing of you” You closed your eyes
“Fine but next time I’m going no matter what” It had been a long ten years since you’ve been stuck this side of the Wall.
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Tormund rose in the morning and fed the girls while Valulas packed his bag to go over the Wall for the first time. They were to leave in a few days, they were waiting for the scouting group to come back. The days seem to drag on without you, he wished that he had gone instead of you.
He missed your smile and the dirty jokes you’d make. You were the perfect women for him, no one was better equipped to handle him than you. Tomrund knew that Mance secretly wished you were still around to keep him from his outlandish and somewhat destructive decisions
Part of him knew that you were dead, gone from this world. But deep down another part knows that you’re still alive and trying to make your way back to them, back to him. The kids are starting forget what you looked like but he could never forgot your eyes or the way your hair looked against he snowy landscape.
That night in Mance’s tent they brought him a little Crow who bent his knee to Tormund who thought it was the funniest thing he’d seen in a long time, not having laughed like that since you’d been around to tell your story about the time you hibernated for many moons with the bears. Mance questioned the boy and the boy claimed to want to be Free Folk.
The boy said there was a women in his village that was Free Folk who told him he’d be welcomed this side of the Wall. Mance let the boy stay despite Tormund’s protests. Ygritte seemed taken with the boy, it reminded Tormund of when he was young, so he let the argument go.
He watch the crow quiver at the thought of climbing the Wall. The night before he stayed awake around the camp fire while Ygritte slept on the ground next to the log Jon was on. Tormund sat next to him and sipped his sour goats milk
“Good women are hard to come by, you better fuck her right” Tormund chuckled while glancing back a Valulas, making sure the boy still slept. Little did Tormund know that he was still awake, just listening to the sounds of the fire. He was scared, when his mother climbed the Wall she never came back.
“Do you have a good women back at camp?” Jon asked and Tormund chuckled
“She was never one to stay in camp” Valulas perked up, his dad never spoke of his mom. Norna thinks he believe she’s still alive causing Nolla to hit her, claiming that it hurt him too much to talk of her.
“Was?” Jon asked
“Yes, she climbed the Wall and never came back” Jon suddenly became uncomfortable, the Night’s Watch probably killed his women
“She was the only person capable of keep Tormund in place” Another man said “My sister was the best thing to happen to Tormund” Tormund nodded, he missed her every day, sometimes he’d wake and pretend she was up and making food to break their fast.
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When the Boltons took over Winterfell after the death of Robb and Catelyn Stark, now being called the Red Wedding. You mourned the loss of their family and Winterfell mourned the loss of all the Starks.
Bran and Rickon killed by Theon and Arya was missing while Sansa is being held hostage in the capital. Lord Eddard beheaded and on display for everyone to see, his head on display for everyone to see. The only thought that gave you comfort was that Jon was safe on the Wall.
House Bolton took Winterfell after being named Warden of the North. You thought some clans were ruthless your side of the Wall, but the Bolton men come close to being as disgusting as the Thenns. You kept Bjorigar inside, not letting him play with the other children in fear of him being caught in the crosshairs of Ramsey Snow.
You stood in the court yard as Lady Sansa walked through the gates with Lord Baelish next to her. Her hair a dark black, not the red it used to be, she didn’t have the glow she had as a child anymore. She solemly slid off her horse and walked to the castle where she was met by Ramsey Snow, now Bolton.
Sansa looked beautiful in her wedding dress, shame it wasn’t to a honorable man just a sick bastard. You had heard rumors of what a monster Ramsey is, the things he’d do to people. You didn’t dare call Theon by his name, the poor boy had been tortured into something else.
“I need your help” Sansa told you one night and that’s all you had to hear before planning to help her escape. You were going to wait until night to steal a horse and ride for Castle Black, where Jon is.
You were walking atop the walls with laundry and Bjorigar when you saw Sansa talking to Theon and Myranda approaching them with her bow in hand. She was reahcing for Sansa’s arm, all it took was to see fear in Sansa’s eyes to shoved Myranda over the opposite side of the wall towards the square. You leaned over and saw blood pooling around her head as towns people gathered around her body
“Go!” You whispered and you watched Sansa and Theon jump off the side into a snow bank. You quickly picked up Bjorigar and jumped with him in your arms. You dug yourself out of the snow and hurried them along and ran for the forest, the quickest place to lose the Bolton soldiers.
When it came to crossing the stream you held Bjorigar above you head in hope of him not getting wet, winter is almost here you couldn’t risk him falling ill. You lead the children behind a log to hide while the Bolton men caught up to them. You were ready to fight the animals until a big blonde women came form the woods with another man
“Sword!” You called to the big women as Bjorigar crawled into Sansa’a arms. The big women tossed you one of her two swords and as you caught the blade you drove it through the chest of a Bolton soldier.
“Who are you?” You stood in front of Sansa and Bjorigar
“It’s okay” Sansa touched your shoulder “We can trust her” You nodded, trusting the girl and handed the women back her sword. Theon refused to come to the Wall, insted he was going to find his sister Yara.
You rode behind Sansa, with Bjorigar in front of you in the saddle, Brianne lead the group and Podrick stayed next to Sansa. It was an odd group, a big lady, little man, young girl and two Free Folk. You never thought this was the way you were going to get back to your family.
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Tormund listen to Jon plan for Hardhome with Valulas next to him, he wanted his girls safe too. After Mance’s death Tormund took over the leadership position, he was going to be Jon’s in with the council, convince then to come this side of the Wall until the figure out the White Walker problem. One of the Crows called Jon, saying there was someone entering the gates for him.
Tormund watched a big women ride in front of the group with a girl kissed by fire behind her. Jon quickly crossed the court yard and hugged the girl. It was a moment he yearned for with you, if you were alive he’d never let you go again. Tormund watch his son’s eyebrows knit together and then shock crossed his features as a little boy with red hair crawled into Jon’s arms and a women hugged him
“Mom?” You whipped you head around, thinking Bjorigar called for you. You looked down at your son who was now being held by Jon, not looking at you. When you looked up you saw a pair of blue eyes watching you. You knew his, you knew a younger version of his face
“Valulas?” You whispered and stepped toward the man in Free Folk clothing. Jon watched you look at Valulas, looking between the two of you he was sent back to the conversation before he left for the Night’s Watch. You’re oldest son’s name was Valulas.
You stopped towards the boy and the closer the got you started to see him more clearly and the man who stood next to him. The boy pulled you into a bone crushing hug and you felt tears slip down you cheeks. You pulled back and placed your hands on either sides of his face
“My baby” You turned to the man next to your son, the only man you have ever loved. He took two large steps towards you and reached his hand for your cheek. You grabbed his hand and you felt more tears fall down your cheek
“It’s really you” You nodded and he pulled you into his body, never wanting to let go
“Mama?” You pulled away from Tormund and turned to Jon still holding Bjorigar. You took his from Jon and place him on your hip
“This is Bjorigar” You looked up to Tormund, his eyes asking the question and you nodded “This is your father” You whispered and Tormund took the boy from you and held him in his one arm as the other gripped your hand
“Carry on” Tormund waved the people off and everyone went back to their hustle and bustle
“Where do we go now?” Bjorigar looked up at Tormund
“We go home”
#game of thrones#got#tormund#tormund giantsbane#wildlings#free folk#hbo#tormund x reader#jon snow#tormund imangine#stark#house of stark#arya stark#sansa stark
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So, I have been trying to push through the haze of apathy that has descended on me between loosing my job and a plague sweeping the planet making getting any kind of financial help damn near impossible. BUT! I have managed to transcribe more of my Game of Thrones fanfic, the first bit of which is under the cut for your enjoyment, or derision. I fully admit I am not the best writer on the planet, but this idea would not leave me alone
Catelyn Stark was very aware of her failings as her fingers wove a prayer wreath for the small boy motionless in the bed before her. Maester Luwin came in at regular intervals to check the boy’s condition and Catelyn would help to spoon broth or water down his throat and or change his sweat soaked clothes. With every motion she prayed to the Seven to let him live. She prayed more fervently than she had when she asked for him to die. She swore to the Mother she would love him as her own, she swore to make him a Stark in name, just let him live. Robb distraught over Jon’s illness and though sweet little Sansa was so young, she seemed to know something was wrong with her brother. Baby Arya was with the wetnurse, far too young to know one of her brothers might not make it through the night. Ned had been kept busy all day dealing with petitioners and the normal duties of the Warden of the North, and so Catelyn held her lonely vigil over the sickly bastard son of her husband, his every labored breath a lance through her chest. You did this, the sound seemed to say, You wished a child dead for something he could not help. When Ned finally came into the sickroom to coax her to her own bed, Catelyn could see the guilt and worry that hung in her husband's eyes.
“Jon understands you have your duties to see to. He is very intelligent for his age,” she tried to soothe her husband's guilt.
“You should get some rest yourself Cat. I can take the watch tonight,” Ned offered. Catelyn was very tempted to take this offer, but before she could open her mouth to accept, Jon let off several hacking and gasping coughs. Both Ned and Catelyn moved to the bed, Ned shifting his son while Catelyn brought a rag dipped in cool water to his brow. The child’s breathing seemed even more strained, and somehow, Catelyn knew her response to Ned’s offer would be the catalyst for the boy’s recovery.
“I will not seek my own bed until I am assured with my own eyes he is on the mend. You are responsible for the whole of the North. This is a mother’s duty. If his mother cannot care for him, then it is the very least I can do in her place. I will keep watch on her behalf and yours,” she rasped. Ned stared at her for a long moment, even as Jon’s breathing eased and he settled deeper into sleep. In those solemn grey eyes she could see the old guilt that had been plain the day he had arrived in Riverrun after the war with his sister’s bones in a casket and a bastard son in the arms of a wetnurse. Ned leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, laying a hand on Jon’s brow before leaving her to her vigil. Catelyn closed her eyes, letting her prayers fill her mind even as she drifted off to sleep with one arm wrapped around Jon’s shoulders.
“Words are Wind, as you mortals are so fond of saying. You can promise all these things ‘til you’re blue in the face, but when he wakes, all you’ll be able to remember is that damned Tully pride!” Catelyn jerked awake to find Jon’s sickroom rather more crowded than when she fell asleep. Seated across the bed from her was a woman with iron grey hair braided much like her own, wrapped in thick furs and with a lantern set on the table next to her.
“Such chiding will not help us,” another voice, smooth as honeyed mead, drew Catelyn’s attention to the bed. Perched next to Jon was a woman whose face was very familiar to Catelyn. Lyanna Stark had her brother’s eyes but her hair was much darker, nearly black. She was running her fingers through Jon’s curls, a deeply sad look on her face.
“We haven’t Time for gentler persuasion, my dear. If we cannot convince her more than just the Stark’s will fall,” the old woman riposted. Lyanna nodded resignedly and turned her attention to Catelyn. As she did, the Lady of Winterfell was struck by the solemn gaze of her husband's bastard coming from the face of his sister.
“I know you to be an intelligent woman Catelyn. Did you never wonder at the fact that your lord husband went looking for his sister only to return with bones and an infant boy?” she asked pointedly. Catelyn blinked at the comment, looking from Jon to Lyanna several times. Her mind was reeling, the memory of Ned, fresh from the war, eyes heavy with grief and guilt, swimming before her briefly.
“Why? Why claim Jon as his bastard? He could have been our nephew, no one would have questioned our taking in your son,” Catelyn protested.
“Ask your lord husband about Robert Baratheon’s reaction to the deaths of the Targaryan babes,” the old woman responded wearily.
“We are already straining the limits of how we can interfere, but there is one who can do more. Look for a woman with golden eyes and hair the color of raven and flame. She can help your family, and all of Westeros, survive what is coming,” Lyanna said. Catelyn could feel her eyes growing heavy, but Lyanna’s last words spurred her to respond.
“I swear by the old gods and the new, I will love your son as my own. He will never be made to feel an outsider in his own home again and we will protect him from any who would wish him harm,” she vowed, feeling the words echoing in her very soul. Lyanna smiled warmly.
“When the snow falls and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. That’s you now too Catelyn. Thank you,”
Catelyn slowly opened her eyes, noting the warm body pressed against her side. She looked down to see Jon curled into her body, his breathing slow and even. She reached down and lay her hand across his brow, sighing in relief at the feel of cool skin under her fingers. The touch drew Jon from his slumber and grey eyes slowly blinked open. Catelyn smiled warmly down at him even as he went still.
“Your fever has passed, thank all the gods. You are going to be just fine sweetling,” she said with a relieved smile.
“Sorry,” Jon croaked, but Catelyn was already shaking her head.
“You have nothing to apologize for Jon, it was simply bad luck that you fell ill. The important thing now is that you are on the mend. I’m going to fetch Maester Luwin to check on you, and then I will let the family know that you are alright. Robb and your father have been very worried about you,” she said with only the slightest hesitation on ‘father’. Truth of blood aside, Ned was Jon’s father in every way that mattered, and Catelyn swore she would firmly remind herself of this every day among her prayers. Jon slowly nodded and Catelyn climbed from the bed, rearranging the furs around him to keep him warm before she made for the door. Upon opening it, she found Maester Luwin just reaching for the handle.
“Lady Stark. Any change?” he asked.
“His fever has broken Maester, though when he tried to speak his voice sounded very rough. Have you anything to soothe his throat?” she asked.
“That is good to hear my lady, and yes, I do have something in my stores that should help.”
“No one else has fallen ill?”
“No, my lady. Everyone from Hodor to Lord Stark is perfectly healthy. We were most fortunate my lady,” the maester confirmed.
“Good. I’m going to give Ned and the other children the good news,” she said with a parting smile to Jon who was staring at her in deep confusion. She found Ned in his solar reading a letter with a deep frown on his face.
“How’s Jon?” he asked, worry furrowing his brow.
“The fever has broken, and he is on the mend. Jon is going to be just fine,” she was happy to answer.
“Thank the gods,” he breathed. Catelyn sat down across from him and thought of how to bring this up. She was certain that this last piece of the puzzle would pull everything together.
“Ned, what did Roebrt say when he was presented with the Targaryen children’s bodies?” she asked. Her husband flinched hard at the question, looking over at her with no small panic. “I swear to you Ned, I have a good reason for asking this, and it involves keeping our family, all our family safe,” she pressed. Ned seemed to age a decade as his mind was thrown back to that night.
“The little princess was carried in wrapped in a Lannister cloak soaked red with her own blood. She was so small, I remember wondering how there could be so much blood for such a tiny body. And then I saw the other cloak. It was carried between two men and laid out before Robert at the foot of the throne. Princess Elia had been….it was hard to believe it was her. It took several moments before I realized not all the, not all the pieces were her. Prince Aegon had been dashed against a wall. He was a babe at his mother’s breast and they tossed him against the wall like a glass of wine,” Ned stammered out. Catelyn reached forward and gripped her husband’s hands.
“Lord Tywin’s men did this?” she whispered.
“A show of loyalty for the new king.” Ned spat. “I told Robert he had to give justice for these atrocities, that he could not start his rule on the murder of children. And what he said next, I could hardly believe it was my friend before me. ‘I see no children. Only dragonspawn.’” The last had been in a deeper, rough imitation of Robert Baratheon. Catelyn had only met the king once during the war, but in her mind's eye she could see him sitting on the throne, staring eagerly down at the carnage before him while Ned pleaded with his friend.
“And so you protected your nephew from your old friends' rage the only way you could think how. Oh Ned, if only we knew each other better than. A moon sooner and we could have passed him off as Robb’s twin brother,” she said in a feeble attempt at lightening the mood. Ned’s head shot up at her words.
“Would you truly have done so?’ he asked incredulously.
“If you had told me everything then, I would like to think I would. The past is the past, and all we can do now is move forward. Send a letter to the king. Ask him to legitimize Jon, make him a Stark in name. When the children are old enough to understand why it must be a secret, we will tell them. Jon and Robb are likely old enough now, though it may be better to wait until they are about ten,” she suggested. Ned was staring at her with his jaw hanging open when a knock sounded at the door.
“Petitioners have arrived milord,” the guard called into the solar. Ned rose to his feet.
“We’ll continue this discussion later, my love,” Ned said, following the guard out the door.
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I still don’t have a title, but the rest adds a new character into the fray in an attempt to undo the Fate of Westeros and the Starks. I would welcome any suggestions for titles while I dither about putting this on AO3
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I’m doing a rewatch of seasons 6 and 7 and right now The Spoils of War is on. I noticed the “mad queen” bullshit has been thrown at Dany since then because of some directorial decisions made in that scene, such as zooming in in slo-mo on lannister soldiers burning, Tyrion’s sad face, Jaime’s sad face, etc.
Let me tell you why I don’t feel sad for those motherfuckers. Like, at all.
First of all, let’s talk about Show!Jaime.
If we had to conclude a group of 10 people who caused the Wo5Ks, Jaime would be one of them. If we had to cut it into 5, Jaime would still be one of them. If it had to be 2 or 3, Jaime would definitely be one of them. If we had to choose just one, it would be between him and littlefinger, and some might say that Jaime wins. This goes for book and show Jaime.
So, while show!Jaime may have done some steps towards redemption (and then retracted them, running back to Cersei as of this last episode) there is definitely a lot of blood on his hands. I understand him being distraught as a battle commander to see his own soldiers die, but for the directors of the episode to give him a “moral superiority” validating his feelings by showing Tyrion too looking sad (even while being on the other team) is ridiculous and it shows that the show is ready to make us sympathize with white characters over brown one for doing the same things.
Now, let’s talk about Tyrion. Tyrion who used THIS EXACT SAME WEAPON (aka, wildfire) against Stannis’ army. If he’s so sad about those poor helpless soldiers, maybe he should have started with himself?
I know what some are about to say; it was framed that way to show that tyrion still has some lannister bits in him and he’s sad for the family, not because he thinks it’s evil that dany killed lannister soldiers. Except, if that were true, there wouldn’t have been shots of lannister soldiers burning and being in pain intercut between the close ups of jaime and tyrion. If it were about the family, the shots would have only focused on exactly that: Jaime and tyrion. The shots were deliberately in slo-mo and focusing on the soldiers’ pained expressions. (I studied filmmaking, don’t argue with me)
As for the Lannister soldiers... I understand some facts, such as the one that says that these were poor soldiers in a feudal society who had to fight for their overlord to earn a living and that they didn’t choose the way the lannisters fought. You know what I don’t understand though? That we’re trying to make that invalidate their crimes.
Throughout the books AND the show, we were told repeatedly that, during the Wo5Ks, the lannister army raided the riverlands on tywin’s orders, looting, robbing, raping and killing civilians, torturing them for info about the brotherhood without banners in harrenhal, and many other crimes, not all of them on tywin’s orders (the rape and looting was certainly framed as them just having a good time; the “fun” of a bunch of armed men without morals set loose on helpless civilians.) These were choices.
To me, the lannister army is about 60% as bad as the slavers and the sons of the harpy. that makes them preeetty bad. if it were a white army led by a white man who killed them (i.e. robb, jon, stannis etc) y’all would have cheered and the directors of the show DEFINITELY wouldn’t have tried to show us those soldiers from a sympathetic angle. Let’s not pretend that that moral superiority angle was about anything but 1. Dany being a woman, therefore being regarded as “crazy” and “evil” for fighting a war or having ambition 2. her soldiers being brown and black, therefore regarded as “savages and heathens” as cersei herself put it, killing a bunch of “innocent” whites. Again, I am in a position to understand this because I am a brown muslim woman and this is how it is portrayed in the media; white soldiers invading the middle east is “defending freedom” and the population of those countries resisting those invaders is portrayed as “barbarism”.
miss me with that shit.
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I’ve wept over the epi yday and given it some thought and I realized that this is the ending GRRM probably gave Dany, but D&D have butchered it. The main problem I had is that even with the past shocking deaths, they all died IN character. I can see GRRM bringing in Mad queen Dany (fuck him for it though) but in a way that is organic and not a complete 180. I can see Dany ignoring the surrender, and flying right to the Red Keep for Cersei, because she wanted revenge, and in the process 1/2
2/2 setting of caches of wildfire by mistake. And I can see Dany looking at the carnage she’s brought, the one thing she didn’t want to do - leave the world a worse place than she’d found it. So, yes, I can believe GRRMs twisted mind would bring that about, and Dany coming to that realization would be tragic. But this?! Her dying having become her father? This is just nihilistic. I had no illusions that Dany would end up on the throne, but this is pathetic, even Cersei/Jaime got a better ending
Hi anon,
Look, between you and me, the only way you can make sense of Dany’s actions last night, and yes, that includes if it happens in the books as well, is that it. wasn’t. in. character.
She snapped. You can’t take Dany’s character as a whole, even with its progression in the latest seasons (and especially not where we’re at in the books), and use it as evidence for what she has done. Some people are claiming they saw it coming. I didn’t. I honest to god didn’t. She snapped. That’s the only explanation I can come up with.
If the author/show runners wanted to give us a tragedy, congrats, it worked. Seriously. I don’t view this as a cautionary tale. I view this as a tragedy, and instead of being horrified or angry at Dany’s character for burning KL, I just feel distraught for her. I’m crushed for her. Do I also feel for the victims of KL? Absolutely. They were innocent victims. They were butchered for no reasons. They were butchered for something that could’ve 100% been avoided. But I just can’t find it in myself to hate Dany for it! I just can’t! I’ve never felt so sad for a fictional character. And I feel horrible for Jon as well. Both of them deserved so, so, so much better. Now, a tiny, tiny, tiny part of me still hope that Dany is pregnant and that they’ll both fuck off North at the end. A sad, pitiful part of me still hope that Jon will, maybe not forgive her, but keep loving her anyway, because the Dany I know is so much more than what she was last night, and these other, kinder, better parts of her still make her deserving to be loved. Maybe she doesn’t deserve to be queen, but she still deserves to be a mother, and Jon deserves more than to live the rest of his life as a recluse in the North. He still has to pass Longclaw to his children. I want them to grieve and heal together. I want Dany to atone for what she’s done, not to be murdered for it. I want to hear Ramin”s “Truth” one last time, because we hardly heard it this season. I know it probably won’t happen and that I’m probably just delusional from crying too much and lack of sleep, but here we are anon.
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Feb 16th Hpcc recap part one!
So many covers! Lola!Myrtle, Tom Gilbey!Draco, Jim Fish! Harry, Lucy!Delphi, Rosie! Umbridge, Sinead!Polly, Duncan! Yann
Act one notes
You know it’s going to be a great show when the first note you’ve written is “I love Gordon’s jacket!”
Dombus has the most massive grin on his face at the prospect of being on the platform he’s just so full of utter delight to be there and it’s adorable
JSP kept whispering into lily lunas ear during Albus and Harrys scene on the platform 🥺🥺
JSP gave his mum a kiss on the cheek and then had some banter with his dad as he nearly ran into him
Fish! Harry had a right chuckle at the idea of Ginny being in slytherin
Scorpius is sat reading his book with such a grin on his face, he’s so into whatever he’s reading, he looks up to see Karl and tries to make a friend, has the second of heartbreak when he runs away and then heads back to his book, as if he completly expected to be treated like it :(
Throughout Scorpius explaining his parents, Albus keeps opening his mouth as if he wants to say something to him and make sure he’s okay, then on the “father son issues, I’ve got them” the recognition in Albus’s face is everything!!he sees himself in that line
During his sorting Scorpius was definitely murmuring something that looked a bit like “please” and then looked elated when he got into slytherin, Ronnie and Gordon were going mental jumping up and down to welcome him in
Karl ran right into Madam Hooch they proper smacked into each other and it was hilarious
Karl was jabbing Albus with his broom as he teased him
Karl getting signed on the platform by Harry let out the biggest shriek of EEEEEEEE
There was a big Potter bro play fight on the platform bless them
Yolly walked past as Draco was talking about the rumours and the nastiness of the hogwarts students, and Draco properly death stared at them, he was just so angry that the people at Hogwarts were so mean to his poor son.
Yann responded to this by screaming “AHHHH” and the pair of them ran away
Albus is so pleased with himself that he got incendio right, that boy just loves magic so much 🥺
The way Al says “of course” in response to “come to the funeral” is so utterly heartbreaking, he’s so sad for his best friend and sees it as a given that he’ll be there
At the start of wand dance Albus nearly got woooshed by the teachers spell bc he was so close
JSP was supportively shouting at Albus and slowing down to look out for him!
Lola!Ravenclaw girl was so happy she was the first one to get the spell “I did it! Ahahah!!” Whilst jumping up and down
Fish!Harry had such a wonderful dynamic with Hermione in the Office scene! They were bouncing off each other and constantly making the other laugh, after “it’ll go with the scar” Harry did the loudest “ HA HA HA HA”
For “no longer chaotic” he had the biggest grin on his face and put on his poshest voice whilst holding onto his wand at both ends.
Harry really seemed so invested in how Hugo was doing, he had the most genuine voice asking the question and reached his hand out across the table towards Hermione.
Ronnie cloak swished so hard bringing the table off that his hood went up
When Amos mentions Cedric Harrys face fell so much, he still feels so responsible and it destroys him
Lucy!Delphi very matter of factly went “I’m a theif” and did a cute little head tilt before pointing her wand at Albus aggressively
She’s so expressive it’s adorable and she constantly uses her hands
On the “once great Harry Potter” line fish!harry nodded very awkwardly, Harry was clearly so uncomfortable in the situation
Albus lights up when he sees his brother with pink hair and starts giggling, he has a puzzled look on his face when he sees the wings trying to figure out what they are but once he’s worked it out he just looks so happy because his sister is simply overjoyed by them and her happiness is infectious.
Fish!Harry gritted his teeth as if it was painful to think about his poor mum and clasped his hands together moving closer to Albus’s face to say “I think she would have wanted you to have it too”
“I used to LOVE packing” Harry is just desperate to find a way to chat to his son bless his heart and he sounded so enthusiastic about it but awkward at the same time
On *that* blanket scene line Harry punches his hand down, he was so angry, and then the regret of what he said started to crawl over his face and it was so painful, Albus sounds so broken on the “you meant it dad” his voice fully cracked
Craig as Dudley was absolutely hilarious today, he screamed “LOOK AT HIM” when he saw Hagrid and put his hands over his mouth and then fully fell over onto his stomach on the floor.
Dudley kept peering out from under the pillars of the staircase, whenever the word magic was mentioned Rosie!Petunia would cover his ears, when yer a wizard happened, Dudley stuck his head out as far as possible, and then Petunia stuck her arms out a bit too late and had to stretch super far to cover his ears
Fish as Harry seemed to me like he had all this hatred for Dumbledore, he said the line in the bedroom with ginny so sarcastically, as if he knew it was a fucked up thing for Dumbledore to say to a child
On the first train hug Scorpius flailed about but then tried to go back into the hug
The trolley witch missed JSPs compartment and he was very frustrated and distraught that she skipped him and was sort of aggressively waving out for her to come back
Albus tries to shove Scorpius up onto the train roof but gets fed up and goes first, Scorpius hurriedly follows after him, he doesn’t want to be left behind, and his legs were flailing about as he was getting up.
On the rebel line Scorpius did some jazz hands.
Scorpius is just so sweet and polite he tries to maintain eye contact and smile and nod along with what the trolley witch is saying even though she’s probs very terrifying to him at that point in time, what a good egg
In the EGM Susan was giggling so much at Draco’s sass and was absolutely living for the dramaaaa
Craig in St Oswalds was brilliant, “oh no” as he saw the old witches and wizards approaching and then “how are ya Susan? Did you enjoy Bessys birthday party?!” (At that point I died on the spot, I have the best friends ever for making that happen and now there is an offical character in CC canon named Bessy)
Albus tried to have a convo with Craig as he ran by in st Oswalds but there was just to much chaos
Scorpius always tries to protect Albus he keeps putting his arms around him to keep him safe, they stand so close to one another 🥺
“It’s going to be dangerous” “we know” Albus has the biggest grin on his face that boy loves the idea of an adventure
“I’ve heard it tastes of fish” Albus takes a big sniff trying to check it out for his friend and seeing if it does
Jons!Scorpius polyjuice transformations are just getting more and more extra and I live for themmmm, he was sticking his tounge out and fully shaking and going “vvvvvvvvvvdhdjdgyd”
Fish as Scorpius was incredible he had all of Jons mannerisms perfectly and was constantly giggling, especially at himself after telling Albus off he couldn’t stop laughing
Gilbey!Draco was nearly full on crying at “my soul heir” He remained steely and had such a front up for the start of the scene and then the vulnerability shone through :(
The search for hiding places was very dramatic, and then Fish!Scorp was pounding on the door like “LET ME IN” and Tom!Ron was like “ I CANT”
Tom!Albus’s fake vomit after kissing his aunt was wonderfully extra and then he started trying to wipe his mouth on his sleeves
Tom!Albus was completly starfished out over the door to stop hermione getting in!
He was looking desperately around for something to say before finishing with “A HOLIDAY” and then started to kiss Hermiones arms?! 10/10 flirt there
Fish!Harry walked past them both and jumped away like he was scared Ron was going to jump on him next
Fish!Scorp looks so upset about what Albus’s dad has said to him, he cares so much about Albus.
Fish!Scorp was so extra in the best way, “woahhhhhhh” *crouching down, flapping arms in the air*
One of my notes says “Fish crouched like spiderman.” So I’ll leave you all to imagine what that was like, he also at certain points looked like he was attempting the mobot
Fish kept throwing himself on the floor and crawled about then sat down in despair before getting sucked into the bookcase
Act Two
Fish!Harrys hand kept twitching in his sleep and he kept fiddling with his hands, is that where Albus gets it from?!
Lucy!Delphi did a finger gun on wizzo, and was being so encouraging to Albus with the expelliarmus. She stuck her hand up in the air to answer the question- she seems so incredibly dorky, a bit like the boys, you can see the hints of her manipulation how she plays up their traits in herself, to gain their trust
Scorpius speaks to Albus and only really to Al he just tries to ignore the fact that Delphi is also there
Delphi held the durmstrang robes above her head and then chucked them right in Scorpius’s face
The notes you’ve all been waiting for:
Bane.
Adrians neighs are more of a roarrrr than a neigh, they seem incredibly aggressive and quite frankly absolutely terrifying
Edge of the forest was so beautiful yesterday, it literally brought me to tears as soon as the boys emerged. Scorp just looked so happy, he was grinning and doing tiny giggles and even scrunching his nose up, and Albus was so desperate to let his friend know that he’s his best friend 🥺
Triwizard time!
Duncan tapped Ronnie on the shoulder and sent him off back to slytherin.
Craig started spelling out T W T with his hands to a bemused Lola
At least two attempts at a Mexican wave which were 60% successful?!
When Krum was mentioned Craig gave a big thumbs up to Scorp and Albus
Craug was down on his knees with his hands in the air proclaiming “I LOVE YOU FLEUR”’
Craig and Lola were being very sassy to the gryffindors at the mention of Harry, both making Ls with their hands and putting it to their foreheads at them
Ronnie got told off by Snape
“ITS THE DRAGON ITS THE DRAGON” - Lola bouncing up and down
Lola fainted at Cedric and then everyone started laughing whilst Ronnie pointed at her
Craig did his little high kick
Scorp fully throws himself at Albus after he’s hurt from the time turn he’s so scared that Al might be hurt :(
His voice cracked ok the “are you sure you’re okay?”
There seems to be this utter conflict in Fish!Harrys relationship with Dumbledore, he wants to be able to hate him for what he put him through but when the man is there in front of him he cracks, his “i missed you” sounded more like he missed him being around and missed speaking to him rather than like I’ve missed you at your portrait
Albus was sat crossed legged on the bed, and his legs were shaking when talking about hogwarts.
He’s so quick to rush in and defend Scorpius and is so upset that that’s how his dad sees him
When Albus is talking about Ron running a joke shop he’s grinning so hard like he’s reminiscing about all the fun he’s had at said joke shop
Fish!Harry was right up in Scorpius’s face when he walked past and then stood sassily waiting for Albus with his hand on hip.
Fish!Harry said the line “and he may not like me again” so incredibly sadly, it was such a contrast to the anger, he was just so devastated about the relationship with his son
During the whole DADA scene Lola and Craig were living for the gossip and kept turning to look at each other and then glare at Albus
In staircase ballet, Albus kept opening his mouth to try and say something, and did actually mouth a few words but I couldn’t make out what it was :(
Scorp always smiles at Albus whenever he sees him on the stairs, Scorpius still has that hope that maybe this time he won’t ignore him, when he’s sat on top of the stairs, and Albus runs through below him, he attempts to reach out through the gap and get to him.
The duel was so amazing, Fish and Gilbey have such an energy to them that is unmatched, Gilbey sassily sat on the table and went “tut tut tut” whilst shaking his finger, and on I wear it better, he reached out and licked his finger before stroking his hair.
When Ginny catches them Fish!Harry fries his best to look less suspicious
and sticks his hands behind his back and looks around the room trying not to meet his wife’s eye.
Delphi appeared so excited to be in hogwarts, she was fully trying to take everything in looking all around and imitating nearly headless nick sticking her neck out to the side.
She plays to his weaknesses so well, telling Scorpius she was ill as a child obviously evokes a lot of sympathy from him because of Astorias illness and it’s so easy to see how he was manipulated into trusting her since he sees his sickly mum in her.
Delphi is so fed up of Scorp not being able to see how much Albus needs him she was like “Scorpius NOoooOo” and rolled her eyes at the shoulder to cry on because he wasn’t getting it

During Dracos monologue He seemed like he was full on about to sob, he could barely say Astorias name without breaking down, his family is the one thing that can break down his icey barriers.
Mcgonagall fully starfished over the exit so that the boys wouldn’t be able to escape in the library scene.
When talking about Scorpius being kind from the tips of his fingers, Albus grabbed his own fingers to emphasis what he was trying to say
“That’s a nice thing to say” Scorpius reaches across and placed his hand on Albus’s knee
Scorpius came in very close to Albus as he said “I didn’t much like my life without you in it either” and his voice was all shaky like he was about to cry because he had missed his best friend so much
The new sparkly surprise was so cute, Albus lifted one hand as if it was a firework being launched into the sky, and then did three little firework explosions each complete with its own little pewwwww
When talking about making cedric larger, Albus lifted his arms out from him to mime something growing bigger
Lola!myrtle:
-> “do I moan?!” she spun her head around and kicked her legs up whilst pouting.
-> she leaned back and when talking about being partial to a Potter did a little upside down wave at a very taken a back Albus
-> C E D R I C D I G GORY - her way of saying cedric Diggory was absolutely hilarious
-> “waaaaaaaaaa” *albus rushes forward to say something else*
*does a very sassy stop right there hand motion*
“Excuse me, I’m crying” * returns back to wailing*
-> she waved Albus down the sink and then stuck her leg out across the top to prevent Scorpius from following him right away and stuck her face close to his whilst saying “I do like braveeeee boysssss”
-> the adults on their way in “uH oH” sticks hands over face like she’s playing peekaboo
-> she then proceeded to make kissing pouts at Harry
I love how in the lake Albus decides that although there’s a 5 min rule with the time turner he’s got plenty of time for a couple of underwater backflips
Scorpius is so elated when he gets out of the lake he’s so pleased he thinks everything is fixed so his first shout of Albus is all bubbly and then it slowly gets more and more panicked until he’s completely desperate and realises he’s all alone
Rosie!Umbridge put her hand on heart after mentioning Potters death, and then did some sassy hand on the hip action for “we bravely overthrew”
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