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Ever think about the dead eggs? And what potential they have in the story line?
I TRIED AND FAILED TO DELIVER
#qsmp#qsmp tilin#qsmp juanaflippa#qsmp trump#qsmp bobby#qsmp jaiden#wacky tries to art#qsmp code flippa#qsmp fanart
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New Sam gif set as I promised y’all!
I just had a good time making ‘em and looking at my bby boy Sammy ❤️
#limp bizkit#sam rivers#sam rivers sunday#I tried my best#I have no idea how to edit this post properly so it won’t look wacky on web-version sorry I’m old and dumb#i really tried
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yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You
synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.
genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot
word count: 4.4k
warnings: implied stalking
Isn’t insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? What’s the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!
You must’ve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and there’s no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.
But nope. Nothing.
Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.
‘Maybe someone posted a new fanfic over something…’ you hoped. And even if there wasn’t a new fic uploaded you’ll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.
As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.
“Ugh… seriously?” you groaned. “They should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.” You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.
⚠️(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOU⚠️
Yandere’s…? Singles? Near me?
The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify… well, you’re not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. ‘These lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! They’ll most likely find you anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!’ Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.
"..."
Was this a porn ad?!
No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldn’t be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states ‘Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’. You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a ‘fuck it’ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.
On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this.
Or
You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.
Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.
Meh. You’ll deal with it in the morning.
*****
You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.
8:02 a.m.
You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.
“If this a fucking Jehova’s Witness, I swear to god…” you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.
“Good morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?” the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.
You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the man’s face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.
“Oh my.” he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much. I probably should’ve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. I’m sorry that must’ve been a troubling awakening.”
You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.
“And… you are?”
“Oh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.” The man bowed with a curtsy. “I am the ‘Matchmaker’. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”
You felt a chill crawl down your spine. How’d this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the ‘Matchmaker’ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.
“My, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?” He let out another chuckle. “You’ll never find love that way.”
“H-How did you know my name?” you stuttered.
Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? “My dear~. You gave it to me.”
What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.
“Oh my dear. Do you really not remember?” he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. “You filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.”
You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. “That was a real ad?”
The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. “Of course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.”
Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.
Not a prank.
And now there’s a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.
“I honestly thought it was a prank. I mean… yanderes? Isn’t that just an anime thing?”
“Oh, I assure you my darling.” he said with a snide smirk. “Yanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.”
Okay, gross but kind of sweet.
“May I come in?”
“Huh?”
“Well, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.”
“Oh, um… Suuuree-”
“Great! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.” The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.
Richard Chase would’ve loved your dumbass.
You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? You’ve gone this far and you're still alive.
“Umm…” you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. “Do you… um… want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.”
Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.
“How thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.”
After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.
“Before we continue, I’d just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!”
“Willing client?” you asked.
“Well, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until there’s one standing on their front porch!” he laughed.
“Humans? I’m sorry. Are you not human, Mr…?”
“Ah ah! No need for formalities! Just ‘The Matchmaker’ or simply ‘Matchmaker’.
“Oh, so… you don’t have a true name? Or is that just a title?”
“Oh darling~.” he sang sweetly. “That’s none of anyone’s fucking business, is it?”
Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. “Okay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.” What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.
“Heh, smart cookie.” He winked. “Shall we begin?”
“Um, yeah, so… how does this work exactly?” you finally asked.
“Simple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you don’t really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.”
“Face-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?”
“Of course! And might I say, those pictures don’t do you justice. In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.”
You lightly blushed. “I-I don’t know about that… I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right now…”
“Au contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I weren’t such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.”
You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence – like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.
“S-So! Um… should we get started?” you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy would’ve had a field day with your dumbass.
“Ready whenever you are, my dear.” The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. “Let’s start off with an easy one.”
You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20’s, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Hm, well, he’s very cute. And very active.”
“Would you like to meet him?”
“Um, sure… is there a number I could call or…?”
“No need! We can bring him in right now.” The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. “Did I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, how’d he get here?!”
The Matchmaker smiled. “My dear, when you’re in this business you pick up a few tricks.” He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. “No. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?”
Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. “My name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!”
“So, like 8 hours ago?”
“Yes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.”
“Hmm.”
“So, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?”
You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if you’re deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.
“Um, to be honest my guy. I’m not feeling it.”
“Huh?”
“Excuse me, my darling?”
“Weeeelllll…. I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re very attractive and your words are sweet, but I don’t think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I don’t really feel anything. Not even a shiver.”
The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they weren’t really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.
“Well, I didn’t expect that. I don’t normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.” The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.
“I guess I just know what I like. All the anime I’ve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, y’know?”
He nodded. “I cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?”
*****
Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. You’re honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment would’ve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasn’t enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.
“My, my. You are definitely the most high standard client I’ve ever had. I didn’t think we’d get to the triple digits in just one day.”
You also sighed and sat up in your seat. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… All these guys are cute and all, but they’re all lacking something. They’re either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like they’d fall in love with just about anyone who’d be willing. Ugh, why can’t this be simpler like adopting an animal?” You groaned. You also hadn’t thought this would take this long. You didn’t really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, you’d be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that there’d be so many willing participants!
The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!
“How about we switch things up, hm? You’ll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, I’ll bring him in.” He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.
After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!
“Woah baby!” you exclaimed.
“Did you find someone you like?” The Matchmaker asked hopefully.
“Oh yeah. This guy.” You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.
“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember this man. His name and face don’t seem familiar.”
“Really? Maybe he’s a late entry or something?”
Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. “I’ll go check it out. Be right back, dear. I’m very sorry for this inconvenience.”
You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your ‘soulmate’ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.
Tap tap tap
Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasn’t coming from your front door.
Tap tap tap tap
It sounds like it’s coming from… your window?
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.
“Woah!” You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.
‘Wow… he’s even cuter in person!!’
He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.
“I didn’t mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.”
For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. Wait…
“Wait! I don’t have a balcony and I’m on the third floor. How’d you-?” You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.
“I have incredible grip strength~.” he winked.
“Oooh I’m sure~.” you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.
“Oh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.” He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.
“These are my favorite!! How did you know? I don’t think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.” you asked.
The stranger chuckled. “Easy. I never filled out that stupid application.”
You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.
“I already know everything about you. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.”
He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.
“You won’t eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that you’re planning on using on your last day. You’ve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. And…”
You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.
“Your favorite anime is… Dar-” You quickly covered the stranger’s mouth with a furious blush.
“I only watch it ironically!! I don’t love it! It’s not my favorite!” you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, you’re so loud that you’re pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?
“W-Who… are you?” you stuttered. You’re pretty sure you already knew the answer.
He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.
“Sweetie~. You already know who I am.” He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. “See? I’m Yami Ai. Your soulmate.”
Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldn’t stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.
You cleared your throat. “Um… so, if you didn’t fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didn’t you use the front door?”
Yami smirked and leaned in closer. “It’s pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.”
“But, my apartment doesn’t–” you stopped. “Ooooh… So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? That’s… convoluted. But, smart.” You shrugged. “And since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume you’ve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldn’t sleep?”
Yami laughed again. “You are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, don’t you?”
You shrugged again with a nervous smile. “W-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.”
Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.
“You know, my darling. It’s partially my fault. If I hadn’t backed out and taken you that night, you’d never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.”
Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.
“Rejection after rejection. Some guys didn’t even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isn’t that right, darling~?”
“Hehehe~” you leaned in with a giggle. “You’re so sweet~.”
You are such a baby for flattery.
*****
“My dear darling, I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person you–” Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.
Sitting in his lap.
And feeding each other.
“Oh! Matchmaker!” you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didn’t notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. “Look who I found~.”
“I see…” he said hesitantly.
“He climbed up the building and came in through the window.”
“My~. How romantic~.” he sang. “So, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or… do you wish to continue searching?” he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.
“Yep! I’m sure.” You ruffled Yami’s hair and nuzzled up against him. “I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.” Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. “Plus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!” you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmaker’s briefcase.
“Here you go! I put all the papers back in for you.”
Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. “Well, my dear. It’s been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.” he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. “Although, it’s a shame,” he sighed. “Maybe if I had stayed, I would’ve snatched you up myself.”
And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. “Relax, Yami. He’s just joking.”
“Well, I hated his joke. Fuckin’ freak…” he grumbled. “And it’s Ai. You’re mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.”
You smiled and leaned against him. “Okay, Ai. Whatever you say.”
“And if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!”
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious, darling. I’ll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.”
“Yes sir.”
The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess you’re the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.
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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.
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The Next of Kin
Summary: Simon needed to update his contact information, as dodgy as he was for giving everyone even a glimpse of his private life, he did so. Who would have ever thought that it would become handy after an injury left him high on painkillers and needy for his girls back home.
Character: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Wife!Reader. OC Daughter (Cassandra "Cassie" Riley). John Price.
Word Count: 1,615
Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Injuries. Drug Consumption. Slight Angst. Mostly fluff.
Masterlist || Request are Open
It was the annual checkup in the base, something that Simon had dreaded the most knowing what it entails. Not only was his current and past injuries being monitored but he was all too certain about the wacky doctor would also make an appearance to check on his mental state. It wasn’t a fun time as any of his other team mates point it out to be.
“Should we update your emergency contact, Lieutenant Riley?” The nurse had inquired dealing with his medical records.
A part of him wanted to say no, but remembering what was waiting for him home, he could not allow himself to break his wife’s heart as well as his own daughter if the time ever comes that he dies in the middle of battle. He would want to ensure if ever that was to happen, you would know and hope that you would move on.
“Yes,” He agreed accepting the clipboard and pen handed to him.
Without an ounce of hesitation, he wrote your name and your number under his emergency contacts.
His handwriting was decent and readable at best, chicken scratch at worst as Johnny had eloquently pointed out during reports. But there was this special care with the way he wrote your first name and his last name that you were more than happy to take as soon as you married all those years ago. Your number was ingrained to his brain as he wrote it, having forced himself to memorize in the event he didn’t have his personal phone with him and simply a burner phone for missions.
What truly took him a second to write was the blank space dedicated to his relationship with you. No one knew he was in a relationship, nor did anyone know about his marriage. It took him a full two minutes before he found himself slowly opening the flood gates of his personal life that he had tried his best to hide from the world.
“Never knew you were married, Lieutenant.”
“Never planned on letting anyone know about it.” He spoke honestly, the cold demeanor and tone enough to stop the conversation from going further about his personal life.
Little did Simon know that the upcoming mission would lead to him having to make use of the emergency contact.
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When you had begun your relationship with one Simon Riley, you had always accepted that he would always be gone for uncertain amounts of months in a year, you had accepted that part of him. How mission would always mean the world was a little safer from the dangers of man. You accepted all the big and small flaws that came with Simon and even in your eventual marriage and the birth of your daughter, you had come to accept the danger that would come in missions that would place him badly bruised or beaten beyond repair. You would always be there to tend to each and every single wounds and be the shoulder for him to cry on when he was good and ready.
But nothing could have ever prepared you for another unknown call coming from your phone. You’ve always expected it to be your husband, checking up on you before the mission begins like he always does. But the voice of an unknown man was the last thing you would have expected.
He called himself John Price and you know the man from your husband’s few conversations when he talks about the people he works with. You had feared for the worst as soon as he had explained that your husband has just gotten out of surgery after a mission. A few broken bones and a superficial gunshot wound. But it was enough to worry you as Simon himself has been asking for you as soon as he was out of surgery and in lucid consciousness.
On most days you were calm and collected, but it was the panic of seeing the worse of your husband that had you carrying your two year old and a baby bag towards your car with a mission. The Captain had asked if you could possibly have someone come get him but you know no one else better to check up on him but yourself and your daughter that was all the more excited about being in the car.
The travel was rather long and rather tedious knowing you and your husband had agreed to live away from the city and away from any dangers that may come to you and the baby while he was gone. You had appreciated the distance, the peaceful tranquility that came with being away from the bustle and noise of the city but not this time. It had meant a longer journey and a more hectic one since the base was all the way across the other side.
Once you had arrived to the base, all eyes were on you. Many eyes had lingered on you when they heard your last name. You know for a fact that your husband’s name and reputation beholds him, but you never knew nor did you ever try to question to what extent. It unnerved you more was how avoidant everyone had been of you aside from one of the soldiers tasked with bringing you and your daughter to your husband.
Outside the infirmary room was a rugged man. The man exudes an air or control and intensity and rugged strength, but not as much as your husband did. His posture was upright, suggesting discipline and years of military training. Dressed in an all too familiar tactical gear, he gives off a no-nonsense vibe that immediately commands attention.
“Ma’am, my name is John Price.” The man introduced the moment he caught sight of you.
You spoke your name and your daughter that was surprisingly all too mum in the whole situation, you were surprised that she wasn’t crying at being in an unfamiliar environment like she usually was.
“It is best to assume that you two are Simon’s wife and daughter, I presume?” He inquired.
You took a moment to think if it was alright to agree with his statement. Knowing your husband and the array of precaution he had come to give you, you were uncertain if you could trust the man with such a fact.
“Yes.” You spoke, dealing with the consequence later as there was something more important that needed your attention. “How’s he doing?” You inquired wanting to change the subject now.
“Stable. A little loopy from the drugs, but he’ll make a fast recovery.”
You nodded, hesitation of asking if you would be allowed to see him now in his state.
“He was looking for you.” He opened the door for you and you were welcomed with your husband in bed with his mask still on.
“Dada!” Your daughter squealed upon the sight of your husband groggy still.
You watched as his head turned to look at you and your daughter.
“Love…” He grunted wincing at the pain that you were certain that was coming in full force now.
“I’m here, Baby.” You whispered approaching him, cupping his cheeks gently. “Me and Cassie are here.” You assured trying your best to hide the tears that were fighting to fall at the sight of him.
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When Simon Riley had opened his eyes, the first thing that he had come to notice was the pain that surrounded his entire body. The next thing that he noticed was the warmth that wrapped around his calloused hand.
Turning his head he saw the most beautiful sight that he had the fortune of seeing in his life. His wife and daughter. The more pressing matter was the fact that you were asleep in an all too familiar uncomfortable plastic chair with one hand on him, and your other arm held onto your baby sleeping on your chest.
“Baby…” He grunted harsher than he intended.
Slowly blinking away, your eyes immediately turned down towards your daughter before your eyes met his own.
“How are you holding up?” You inquired immediately, trying your best not to wake your sleeping daughter still cradled snuggly on your chest.
“Like a bitch.” He muttered appreciating being able to swear with his daughter still asleep. “But I’ll live.”
“I’m glad.” You sighed, rubbing his hand tenderly. “I was so worried about you when your boss called me. I thought something worse has happened.” You whispered.
“I didn’t really want to worry you—or have you see me like this.” He muttered.
“I know.” You nodded gently letting go of his hand to cup his cheeks that still was covered with his mask. “But I’m still as glad to be here right now knowing you’re alright. Me and Cassie get to see you’re alright.”
At the mention of your daughter, Simon noticed his daughter begin to get fussy from your chest. Gently pushing himself up until he sat on his bed much to your protest, he took your now crying daughter into his arms, gently laying her onto his chest and how quick she was sated in his warmth.
“Daddy’s here, Angel. I’m here.” He began to whisper, pulling off his balaclava to kiss his daughter onto top of her head. “I’m not going soon for a while. I promise.”
He has yet to tell you about the doctor’s insistence that he takes a few months off. It would be something he would tell when you get home. Once he finishes up with the paper works, he’ll let you know of the good news. For now, all that’s important was he had you and his daughter here with him, even in his most vulnerable state.
#cod mw2#simon riley x reader#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley fanfic#fem reader#simon riley mw2#simon riley x female reader#cod fic#mw2 fic#mw2 x you#mw2 x reader#ghost riley#simon riley fluff
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Hi I can't see if requests are open but if they are can i have the third years plus Riddle and Jamil with a reader like Ms Frizzle? like they are very cheerful and school oriented and always willing to demonstrate something for a classmate whos struggling, and going on cool field trip like adventures. like Adeuce struggling with botany? here boys a trip to the botanic garden to study up close is in order. Epel whining about makeup? MC thinks it would help if he saw the whole process, and suddenly theyre making their own face creams for fun. they make mini terreriums with Jade to grow mushrooms and observe the growing process. you get the point. (its also a hc of mine that ms Fizzle sewed all her dresses herself, because just, theyre too cool and specific to be from a store. however you want to put that in)
Frizzle Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland
Yes having a classmate and lover like that would be fun but imagine a teacher. Like when the mirror brought you and Crowley just assumed you were a student, you bring a finger to his lips and laugh. “School? Honey, I haven’t been on the other side of the desk in a good while!” And suddenly you’re the newest wacky teacher on his payroll. Of course the students can’t help but adore your spunky take on science. But the ones most effected are the staff you end up educating on the art of falling in love obsessively:
Divus Crewel
“This pack of rowdy pups hardly know the first thing about chemistry!”
“Then let’s teach them my Dear Divus! Seat belts everyone!”
“You’re insatiable.”
He absolutely loves you
He just wishes you wouldn’t reward the misbehaving pups so easily
The way their eyes sparkle when you teach and how no one sleeps
He’s jealous
Not because they listen to you
But because they all get to admire you so openly
He’s got a reputation to keep
He can’t be kissing the tips of your shoes in front of everyone
So he’ll settle for letting you teach in your unorthodox way
Dire Crowley
“Actually (Y/n), I was hoping you could do these filings for me! I have this uh thing I have to–”
“Now that’s not right. A man who should be filing isn’t too good at lying!”
“What I’m not–Look if you could just–”
“I have a glorious idea! Let’s explore the molecules of a stack of papers!”
“Nooo!”
At first he hates how you drag him into adventures especially when he tries to shirk his duties onto you
But it soon evolves to him begging to be included on the adventures you take the students on
And by then it’s not just an excuse to skip work
He’s desperately trying to spend some private time with you
But leave it to the pesky roadbumps students who blackmail and threaten him if he gets too close to you
“W-w-w-ait please! I-I’m the adult!”
He’ll have to resort doing something more drastic to get you alone
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere#yanderes#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere twst x reader#yandere dire crowley#yandere divus crewel#yandere crewel#yandere crowley#yandere nrc staff#yandere x gender neutral reader
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Hi! Can you write Mk mans x Pokémon trainer reader?
Basically reset somehow got into Earthrealm with not way back to their world and Liu Kang decided to kick them as one of his champions since he saw a potential in them. And when reader explains their world they like “Well yeah we have a Pokémon that possibly can destroy world” and “once I battled against god and mafia when I was ten haha”
──★ ˙ ̟ Random Mk1 men x GN! Pokemon trainer reader
Note: Im so sorry that this took so long to come out my mental health kinda took a nose dive with my creativity and i didn’t want to half ass this so that’s why this ended up being so short I apologise
「 ✦ Havik ✦ 」
* Lets start with just a random man Havik: he LOVES you and your little creatures
* Immediately asks which one is strongest
*Has tried teaching your pokemon about the way of living in chaos and freedom (basically indoctrinated them into his belief)
* Havik absolutely adores hearing stories of your realm, like you mean when you were 10 years old you took down a mafia gang, competed in a tournament and battled with a gang. ALL OF THAT and your fighters these little things. He’s impressed and entertained for hours
* Havik’s favourites are poison, ghost and rock type pokemon
「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」
* ,, Can i make a movie about these little guys please 🥺“
* Buys them clothes, accessories and dresses them up, they’re like little plushies to him
* Haa definitely bought custom glasses with the first letter of they’re names for all your little friends
* He posts pictures about your pokemon on insta even tough you said to explicitly NOT do it (he just tells people its photoshop
* When you tell him stories of all the wacky stuff that you see in your world he desperately want to go to the point he begs Liu kang to send him to your universe
「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」
* He takes care of timelines and also now your pokemon
* Because he is the god of fire Liu Kang radiates a lot of warmth so when he meditates all your palls lay down next, on or near him
* Liu kang spoils the crap out of your pokemon to the point where they are absolutely attached to him following him all the time, annoying him and and some just bite his legs a sign of love but also attachment
* Ok this ones obvious bcuz hes a fire god he tends to like fire type and dragon type pokemon
* Looks at you with the most concerned expression possible while your just happily smiling and telling stories about how you fought off a mafia
「 ✦ Bi-han ✦ 」
* Goes withouth saying that fighting, ice and flying type pokemon are most interesting to Bihan
* Bihan learns the hard way that you can’t train pokemon like little soldiers and you teach him how to properly train them
* If you and Bihan ever manage to return to your universe he’ll look at you with proud eyes when you win battles
* Tries to apply the same strategy you use when in combat to his own fights or training sessions for the Lin Kuei soldiers
* Don’t even try to explain how certain types are categorised or how some pokemon can defeat other with the most random luck because he’ll just end up with a headache
*. ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚
#mk1#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#mortal kombat 1 x reader#mortal kombat 1#mortal kombat x gn reader#havik#mk havik#johnny cage#liu kang#bihan#sub zero#havik x reader#johnny cage x reader#liu kang x reader#bihan x reader#subzero x reader#i tried my best still not my proudests work#also ive been watching a shit ton of supernatural so thats that#back to school on monday
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Hey Raven, hope your doing well. I was rewatching book 5 and something struck me. Crowly stills does his thing to get yuu/mc to host the NRC tribe at Ramshackle. But compare to previous chapters hes seems a little nicer, i guess? He offering renovations and upgrades ( a positive), instead of just threatening to cut yuu's food budget or something (a negative).
Where im going with this is, do you think Crowley may have felt a tiny tinge for his (in) action in book 4? Or atleast, realized he actually screwed up. He did give Yuu in case of an emergency.... and promptly ignored it (or just turned it off) when he went on break. He likely had to have heard what happened over the break...an likely saw his missed calls and put 2 and 2 together. Sure he may not feel bad enough to apologize (at least openly), but he does seem to make himself scarce early in b5. That could just be him being, well, the headmage. Maybe he's just not sure how to deal with MC or how they'd react to seeing him? So instead of threatening Yuu, he offers them something instead? Idk, maybe im reaching. Crowley relationship with Yuu is complicated. I do like to believe he has some empathy or regret (or maybe he just has more respect for yuu by b5?) After everything up to that point
Like i said, i may be reaching here. Wanted to get your input. Sorry for the long ask. Have a good one :)
In many fandom depictions of Crowley, he often serves as Yuu's guardian who is incompetent but well-meaning. I'm also guilty of doing this, Crowley is considered my OC's father figure (even if my OC isn't a Yuu). That's how we choose to engage with the characters and the world that we love! However, I don't believe that Crowley has that sort of tenderness for Yuu in canon, whether at the start or as their relationship develops over the course of the main story.
Now, that's not to say that I think Crowley is cold or hateful towards Yuu. Far from it! He does care for them, but in the same way that a teacher might care about nurturing their students and preparing them for the world beyond graduation. Crowley demonstrates a similar attitude towards other NRC students, with one very clear example being in his Raven Jacket vignettes. In those stories, he likens his students to apple trees that he raises and nurtures, hoping that one day they might bear fruit. He does not particularly grant Yuu special treatment unless it's a scenario where he wants them to do a favor for him. (Though here I would also argue he does the same for other students when he wants them to resolve an issue in his place, which happens frequently in event stories; in Fairy Gala, he warns the boys they'll be held back if classes cannot proceed due to the wacky weather. In Ghost Marriage, Crowley shames the boys for not expressing interest in rescuing Idia, etc.)
I also want to set the record straight regarding how exactly Crowley gets Yuu to comply with his requests. Reviewing all avaliable books in the main story, Crowley rarely outright threatens Yuu if they refuse to help him:
Prologue — Crowley does not initially ask anything of Yuu, but he does provide them a temporary home and food until they can sort something out. During Yuu's stay, they are meant to do handiwork to earn their keep. However, Crowley tries to expel them after their involvement in breaking what is considered a precious chandelier. In this case, his anger is somewhat justified but it's still the one major example of Crowley leveraging something to force Yuu to act in a way that he desires. The thing is, it's revealed in chapter 19 that Crowley did not believe Yuu could acquire the magestone he asked for and was all set to finalize the expulsion papers. So really, he wasn't serious at all in giving Yuu a chance to redeem themselves and was going to expel Yuu anyway (until they happened to prove their "usefulness"). Whether this counts as an example of Crowley "threatening" Yuu, then, is up to individual interpretation.
Book 1 — Crowley makes no specific request to Yuu. He shows up late in the book and suggests to the frustrated Adeuce that they fight Riddle to claim his seat as dorm leader, but does not tell Yuu to do anything in this situation. Recall that it was Ace that marched up to Ramshackle's front door and demanded that he be allowed to stay overnight; Crowley had no part in that.
Book 2 — In 2-7, Crowley asks Yuu to investigate the strange string of accidents that has befallen the students set to play in the upcoming inter-dorm magift/spelldrive tournament. There is a part where Crowley says he "never promised to cover living expenses". You, as Yuu, have the option to ask him "Is that a threat...?" to which Crowley never properly responds. Interpret that how you wish. He then offers Grim and Yuu a chance to participate in said tournament if they succeed, seeing as they lacked the 7 players needed to form a team. Crowley even says he will find 5 other players to fill in their missing team seats for them.
Book 3 — Here in 3-6, Crowley never actually threatens to cut off food. Instead, he is trying to earn pity from Yuu by guilt tripping them and emphasizing that he, the headmaster, is so busy with his tasks (like finding Yuu a way home) and will provide them with the funds they need regardless because he is so very kind. He's trying to tug at their heartstrings by pointing out the things he selflessly does for them, so they feel obligated to do something for him in return. Once Yuu agrees to help, he lavishes them with praise and says it is "expected" of someone he personally chose.
But!! I want to add that in the Episode of Octavinelle manga, this same scene is depicted as Crowley threatening to cut their food budget. I'm not sure if this is just a different interpretation (since Yuuta seems to prepare more food than is usually implied in the game; this would explain why their food costs go up significantly) or if Crowley truly was also threatening to cut the budget in the game.
Book 4 — Crowley makes a reasonable request in 4-2; he asks Yuu and Grim to tend to the fire fairies over winter break since it's a task no one else will be present to handle. In exchange, he says he will give them a banquet of tasty foods (which is not an empty promise; in 4-39, the Ramshackle Ghosts tell Yuu and Grim that the headmaster has left them with a ton of food as thanks.
Book 5 — Crowley appears in 5-21 asking that Yuu allow the NRC Tribe to stay at Ramshackle for their month-long training camp. He explains that Vil and Rook are willing to give up their share of the prize money if Yuu agrees to these terms. It is then that Crowley adds that he will help with renovation too, most likely to sweeten the deal with his word.
Book 6 — Crowley does not ask anything of Yuu. He does, however, call in STYX in 6-2 because he becomes concerned about the threat that Grim poses after consuming multiple crystallized blots. After Grim is taken, Crowley instructs Yuu in 6-4 to wait until Grim has recovered and been evaluated by a third party to speak with him again.
Book 7 — Crowley makes no specific requests to Yuu.
You can see in almost all instances that Crowley uses a variety of tactics to get his students to do what he wants them to. He bribes, shames/guilts them, points out very real consequences if the problem at hand is not resolved, and, yes, occasionally makes what can be interpreted as a vague threat. Despite this, the fact remains that he was always nice, not just post-book 4 (in fact, Crowley was also nice during book 4). I don't see the circumstances as "anything before or during book 4 is him being negative and threatening to punish Yuu and anything after book 4 is him being kind and positive to Yuu". In most cases with Yuu, he is offering them something they would want. His go-to strategy isn't threats, it tends to be the promise of a reward.
I wouldn't tie any of Crowley's actions to feeling a sense of remorse or guilt on his own part. While it's true we don't really get to see inside of his head, from what we see of him... this man is utterly shameless. He's willing to resort to emotional manipulation to convince literal children to solve problems that he, the powerful mage and adult, should be dealing with. What's more, he praises himself for Yuu's competence and willingness to step up. That's him placing a lot of faith in his students, and I don't think he feels any guilt in doing this. Why else would he send them into dangerous situations over and over again? He must, to some extent, believe they can already handle themselves just fine, otherwise he's creating tons of legal liabilities for himself by purposefully throwing children of tons of affluent families into the line of fire. Besides, he's a highly skilled mage himself--if any true, TRUE danger were to befall them, surely he could save the day himself. My thought is that he has sort of a "tough love" approach where he tosses his students into the fires and sees how they get out of it in one piece, but it's just presented in a "devil-may-care" way because of his lackadaisical attitude.
Regarding book 4, I personally see Crowley giving his cell phone number as just a means to provide reassurance to Grim and Yuu, since they (especially Grim) are protesting about him seemingly leaving on vacation. It's an empty gesture so he can have his getaway without much of a fuss; I totally believe that Crowley did not ever intend to answer his phone. When he returns in book 5, he's already asking another favor of Yuu, so I get the sense he isn't really bothered by what happened. I would even say that Crowley still has several major appearances in book 5, not that he has made himself scarcer. He appears to ask the favor, appears again to evaluate their performance, and then a third time at the cultural festival to speak with the headmaster of RSA. Crowley gets plenty of screen time here, much more then in books 6 and 7. If he truly felt bad or actively wanted to avoid Yuu, he could easily just tell other students (ie Vil) or even school staff (ghosts, teachers, etc.) to relay the deal for him.
Again, I want to be clear: THIS IS NOT CROWLEY BASHING. The only thing I am expressing in this post is that while I do love this bird-brained goober and think he cares for his students, I don't believe it's done in the conventional sense you're thinking of. Crowley can be selfish and callous and throw his students into danger, and that's okay! Sometimes we want to love a useless man who's trying his best, even if his best is pretty lousy/j
Whew, that was a lot of brain dumping! I hope I properly responded to all your thoughts and that you found this read semi-entertaining~
#twst#twisted wonderland#Dire Crowley#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#prologue spoilers#book 1 spoilers#book 2 spoilers#book 3 spoilers#book 4 spoilers#book 5 spoilers#book 6 spoilers#book 7 spoilers#Yuu#notes from the writing raven#question#twst character analysis#twst snalysis#twisted wonderland chatacter analysis#twisted wonderland analysis#twst manga#twisted wonderland manga#Yuuta Mito#Mito Yuuta
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Moon finding the reader sad on their nightshift
Random thing I was gonna write since my DCA rot was starting to come back but then my slasher rot totally overrode it 😭😭
Still gonna finish it though
Might make a sun counterpart post thing
If he isnt visibly lingering around you during your night shifts and slightly bugging you or pointing out the obvious that you look a little tired, hes hiding up above on his wire watching you work
The only thing keeping you from assuming hes always there is the fact that.. well hes not always there, he has other things to do in the night
Even if he was lurking, you didnt have enough time or care tonight to mask the sadness weighing on you; and you had even called out to moon that you weren't in the mood for his antics
That did not stop him from leaving some candies; actual candy, not his moondrops; here and there in clear sight where he knew you were heading
Sometimes you could hear the jingling of his bells as he dashed out of sight... you could argue that technically he was leaving you be, not directly interacting with you
You had even noticed that the areas you were assigned to clean were neater than theyd usually be; leaving a lot of the work things that the animatronics couldnt do
As a quick aside before I forget, you likely get a handmade card given to you, just a small check in to see how you're doing, signed by both the daycare attendants
If you're looking more than distraught it might coax moon down to check in on you, making him stop his sneaking around approach
He smells like lavender, so if you are having some anxiety issues alongside your sadness it helps get that under control..
Very.. very blunt and stiff in asking if anything is wrong, although more gentle than how he typically interacts with you. Not that hes a bully of course, you're his little moon flower
Silently let's you ramble, if you need to vent. But hes not one to pry if you dont want to talk about it
Likely tries to get you engage in his wacky behavior, he is a jester after all... he feels so proud of himself if he manages to get you to laugh, probably rubs it in suns face when he has the chance
#fnaf x you#fnaf imagine#fnaf x reader#fnaf security breach x reader#fnaf moondrop x you#fnaf moon x you#fnaf moon x reader#fnaf moondrop x reader#fnaf dca x reader#fnaf daycare attendant x you#fnaf daycare attendant x reader#dca x reader#daycare attendant x reader#moondrop x reader#moon x reader
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Hello. I got an interesting idea for a fun request.
TFA Optimus with Human Buddy but they're like Inspector Gadget. A former human now android with all sorts of whacky zany tools at their disposal. Buddy works under Fanzone and gets assigned to look after Team Prime. The captain wants to make sure the bots don't get into too much trouble especially since Sari tends to visit them often.
Plus Buddy is the only one capable of keeping up despite their clumsiness at times. There is obvious confusion when they show up at the plant and maybe a groan from Team Prime once they hear about the order. Optimus just accepts the new term unaware on how whacky things are gonna get.
There must have been a conspiracy board in Bumblebee's room trying to figure out how Buddy got from point A to point B.
Hope you enjoy!
Human Buddy who is like inspector gadget with Team Prime
SFW, Platonic, Human reader
TFA
No one really knew where Buddy came from.
The bots just knew that Fanzone hire them to keep an eye out for them and Sari.
Like if they needed babysitting like a child!
And they were always there!
Sari, the ever-skillful escape artist, even had trouble trying to lose them.
It was as if they knew her every move.
Bulkhead and Bumblebee tried to help Sari out, but they still ended up following them.
How could this human keep up?!
The team could have gone at top speed to a location across the city and Buddy would still find a way to be there on time or ahead!
They were one of the clumiest human beings to ever walk the planet and they still got to point A to point B flawlessly?!
It absolutely baffled many of the members of the team.
They were thankful though for Buddy keeping an eye out for Sari when they were fighting Decepticon’s or the villains of the week.
They never would have known about Buddy being an android if Sari hadn’t sneezed and their robotic limb handed her a tissue.
Team that is surprised by the truth and wants answers
These bots are surprised first and then want to know everything about Buddy. They want all the details starting with the truth about them being an android. They want to know if there is anything Buddy is trying to hide from them. When Buddy tells them that they are just here to look after them and Sari, they find it a bit hard to believe. But Buddy’s actions spoke louder than words. These bots learn to trust Buddy more as they start getting used to Buddy’s wacky contraptions.
Optimus
Ratchet
Prowl
Team that is surprised by the truth but asks questions
These bots are surprised but then they immediately want o to know what else Buddy has. They are quick to accept that Buddy is an android. Not really caring much about their assignment, it wouldn’t change the teams’ dynamics in any way. They want to know about their creation, tools, and why they have to say a silly catchphrase to get the stuff out. These bots are the quickest to adapt to Buddy’s true self than the others.
Bumblebee
Bulkhead
Sari
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Platonic South Park main four x reader
You don’t have to if you don’t want to!!
Remember to take care(eat,drink,sleep)
South Park! Main Four X Reader [PLATONIC]
How did you even manage to become a part of their friend group???
Like seriously?
You probably got introduced to the group through Stan, and Cartman was probably the last one to ‘warm up’ to you.
Cartman still doesn’t like you btw. But he doesn’t like anyone so whatever.
You guys get up to all sorts of wacky antics, of course you do-this is fucking South Park.
There will be times where it’s the four without you, you with Stan and Kyle, you with Cartman and Kenny (way less often I’d think.)
Hopefully you’re not as much of an asshole as the rest of them…/lh
Kenny is sweet tho <3 he’s silly.
Speaking of which, if you’re ever sad-the best person to go to is Kenny. Maybe Stan, but probably not Kyle and DEFINITELY not Cartman.
if you’re upset, Kenny would just emotionally support you and maybe try to help out. Stan would probably be really awkward but he understands. Kyle tries to reason with you, and Cartman is like “damn that sucks bro.”
Sleepovers are so fun!!!!
You guys stay up late and watch Terrance and Phillip. You all swear that you’re gonna pull an all-nighter, and less than 30 minutes later you’re all asleep on the couch.
I like to think at some point, as I stated in my Kenny headcanons, that he’s comfortable enough to just-stay at your house sometimes instead of his. Especially if your family is nice.
I feel like you’ve all murdered someone together. It was a team effort.
Whether on accident or not is up to you.
You’ve all had sleepovers at eachothers houses atleast once.
Cartman makes fun of you for literally ANYTHING. Kyle defends you though-mainly because he hates Cartman, but also because he’s not a total asshole.
Southpark sillies!!! ^^
#headcanons#south park headcanons#south park x reader#south park#platonic love#south park fandom#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#eric cartman#kenny mccormick#asks open#my headcanons#hcs
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Midnight Dances (10th Doctor x Gn! Reader)
Midnight Dances (10th doctor x gn! reader)
Word count - 1753
Warnings - tons of fluff with angst sprinkled in
Pairing(s) - 10th doctor x Gn! Reader
Summary - You show The Doctor a few new moves
Never travel alone. That was the one piece of advice The Doctor always seemed to get. But, no matter how hard he tried he always lost everyone. Some would call him a hero, others a villain. He would call himself a lost cause, a soul floating alone in the wide universe desperate for a friend.
He never viewed his past companions in a negative light. For him, they sparkled like diamonds in the Gallifrey suns. Only to be tarnished by the sadness that seemed to wash over him if he sat and thought about them for too long.
Especially Rose, always Rose. She was one of the special ones. The one that saw him for who he truly was and still choose to stay and even love him. Gods did he truly love her. She was everything to him, and that’s why it pained him so badly to say goodbye and that's why he’d never let something like that happen again. At least not if he could help it.
The Doctor needed a break, he needed to go somewhere where he wasn’t a walking hazard to everyone around him. Where ever he went trouble always seemed to follow, and he wanted to desperately avoid that this time. He wanted to live up to his name this time around and actually do some good (at least good in his eyes).
So, he sent the Tardis to 14th-century England. The good old renaissance period! He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting when it came to showing up in this period. If anything he’d just walk around watching the humans as they were a little more native during this period, and maybe even eat one of those big turkey legs. He always wondered how humans were able to simply eat a turkeys leg that big. But, that's humans for you - always finding new ways to eat things.
With a small hum, he parked the Tardis in a discreet corner and trudged around the town square. A tiny shadow of a smile began to tug at his lips as he let his eyes wander around the town. The hustle and bustle of it all warmed his heart. Slowly but surely he spun around trying to get the full effect of everything that was happening around him.
Sudden music lit up the town as he walked deeper into the heart of the square and everyone seemed to happily join in on the fun. Respectfully he kept his distance from it all. He wanted to watch for now instead of interrupt things. However, that plan was practically destroyed when he saw you.
You were in the center of what looked like to be a dance circle. Spinning, dancing, and clapping to your heart's content. The Doctor felt both his hearts melt at the same time and knew he was truly in for it now.
Without even realizing it he began to walk closer to the action, or if he was being truthful- closer to you. You were like the warmest bit of sunshine the universe had to offer, and he was freezing to death. The simple sight of you was enough to grip him by his wacky tie and pull him deep down for a wild ride he had no idea he signed up for.
Whilst you were dancing you couldn’t help the smile that graced your features. You weren’t relatively sought after on any other normal day. Being the daughter of the village's flower seller didn’t come with any amazing dowry. However, when you danced during the festival heads turned. You secretly adored the attention, any person surely would.
However, this night was different and you couldn’t put your finger quite on why. Until you saw him. The tall handsome stranger that seemed to only have eyes for you. He wore the strangest clothes you had ever seen. But, they seemed to fit him rather well. Your eyes mainly wanted to focus on his deep brown chocolate eyes and the messiest hair you’d ever seen.
As he seemed to get closer and closer to you, you reached out your hand silently asking for a dance. The whole world seemed to stop as he slowly glanced down at your hand and then back up to your eyes. His right eyebrow rose up almost to ask if you truly meant it. To this, you nodded and noticed the sweetest gentle smile that rose to his lips upon seeing this.
Even The Doctor, the oncoming storm, couldn’t deny nor fight the spark that rose within him when he finally took your hand in his. Excitedly, you practically dragged him into the center and let the music move your feet. Both of The Doctor’s heart’s raced against his chest as you lead him in a semi-traditional dance. His eyes were glued to your feet desperately trying to save you from the pain of him accidentally stepping on you.
You, however, would not settle for this. Gently you stopped and took his chin in your fingers lifting his head up to meet yours again. With the warmest smile on your face you took one of his hands and guided it to your waist, and helped the other up with your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours, which seemed to make the entire universe halt to a standstill.
“Ready?” He said taking the biggest breath his lungs could manage.
“Always,” you replied with an eager grin on your face.
“Well in that case,” he paused for dramatic effect (time lords were drama kings but you knew this already) “, ALLONS-Y!” He cheered along with the crowd.
This was when he truly let loose, showing you exactly what he was made of. Each giggle that escaped your lips only pushed him further as he skipped with you throughout the dance circle. Lifting you high into the air, you practically felt like you were flying. When he did bring you back to earth, you could feel yourself slowly fall in love. You two spun and twirled, and he even managed a few dips in there.
“And here I thought you weren't a dancer!” You giggled as he spun you in a lift, that giggle being music to his ears.
“Well, you know what they say…. You have dancing shoes with nimble shoes. I have a soul of lead.” he spoke fast trying to brush over the fact that what he said hit too close to home, and that he just ripped off a future playwright.
The evening seemed to fly by with the brightest colors. You and The Doctor were stuck to each other like paper and glue, and neither of you wanted to leave the other's sight. You showed him everything your small English town had to offer, and he even got to impress you by buying you whatever you wanted from the local vendors.
“Wait so you’re saying you’ve never had a turkey leg?” You over dramatically gasped as you stared at him with wide eyes. In which he swore he could see stars.
“Yep!” he said popping the ‘p’ “What is that so hard to believe?” He raised an eyebrow trying to keep a serious expression. But, that was proven impossible by what happened next.
You shoved a turkey leg into his hands as you looked up expectantly. “Yes it is, try it!” You sassed not leaving him any room to question you. Well here went nothing. The things people (and timelords) did when falling in love right? Closing his eyes he bit into it, and surprisingly it wasn’t…the worst. In fact, it was far from it. “Oh my goodness this is brilliant! What legs will you humans think of eating next?” he chuckled shaking his head as he prepared himself for another bite.
There you stood utterly bewildered by the fact that this man in front of you could look at life with as much excitement and joy as you did. But, perhaps that’s because he called you lot humans instead something…..normal. Which, should have worried you more than it did. Maybe all you needed was a man from the stars to truly understand you, to whisk you away to far-off places, and help you never return again. But, that was just wishful thinking.
As the night came to a close you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad at the fact that you might never see this handsome stranger ever again. But, perhaps that’s all you were ever meant to be. Just two passing ships in the night.
You two walked aimlessly back to the center of town where it all began, and The Doctor paused for a brief moment. Thinking that what he was going to say next he might regret in the future, but he had to let his hearts try. At least one last time.
“So, listen tonight was great…fantastic even and I was-”
“Doctor listen if you’re trying to let me down easy, just tell me I’m used to it by now.” you cut him off nervously and his eyes widened.
“What no! I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my erm…box I’d love to show you something.” Once that sentence left his lips he inwardly cringed, that never EVER came out right.
Your face scrunched up hearing this “Show me something….in your box?” you asked awkwardly. So, he was crazy. Leave it to you to fall in love with the crazy visitor.
“It’s about as weird as it sounds, but trust me it’ll blow-oh just come with me.” he huffed taking your hand in his once more and tugging you towards his Tardis.
Jokingly, you rolled your eyes finding it hard to keep up with him at times. “Well, Allons-y then.” you teased repeating him from earlier that night.
Upon seeing the strange blue box your suspicions were only raised. At least he wasn’t lying about the box part. Your eyes flicked back and forth between The Doctor and the box. A soft grin lay on his face as he opened the door.
“Please you first,” he said holding the door wide open for you.
Sighing, you swallowed your courage and walked into The Doctor’s box not even slightly prepared for what you were about to see.
Your eyes widened as you danced around the center console room trying to grasp what exactly was happening.
What fell out of your lips was The Doctors absolute favorite part of gaining a new companion. “It’s bigger on the inside!” you gasped.
The Doctor smiled.
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Heart of the Great Wolf
25 - Sailing Through the Glow
Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader, Robb Stark x F!Baratheon Reader (Past)
Length: 18.1k
Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, discussions of warfare, strained parental dynamics, insecurity and trauma, smut, graphic sexual descriptions oral (m and f receiving), possessive tendencies
Notes: Just a normal chapter where nothing wacky happens at all. Previous Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here
You had thought you arrived before him, the sun still low in the morning sky with the winds picking up more, as you and Theon rode into White Harbour. Countless times you had passed through the port city but it was the second time you would be here on account of war.
Only the pair of you, it hadn’t taken any time at all to reach there. Your mind occupied most of the ride with much thought of your father and what was to come. “We’re not fighting against the Lannisters. We lose this one, and we might not get any other chance. It’s the only thing we have and if we lose this, we lose the rest to come.” Perhaps it was the dreams and visions which left you feeling more haunted by the prospect, but you knew Theon was watching an intensity in you that grew increasingly agitated.
“How many times have the Golden Company tried to take our lands, and how many times have they failed?” Your jaw clenched, but he continued. “They’re sell swords not an army. The second the money stops coming, they’ll leave. With your father, we’ll have two armies against one of theirs-”
Your voice was tight as your eyes were trained on the approaching city. “More armies doesn’t mean you have a better chance. Only means you have two armies fighting for different reasons.”
Ignoring the curious gaze Theon was giving you, but he was quick on the draw. “If your fathers smart, he’ll wait until we get through the winter before caring about taking the Iron Throne.”
“If we get through it.”
He didn’t respond to that one. Only noticed the same distant look of something akin to a horror of unknowns deep in your eyes trying to pass off as indifference. It was the same one in Jons when he spoke of it, of the free folk who had seen what waited beyond the wall.
The Long Night was eight thousand years ago. To most Southerners, it was nothing more then a myth. Tales of cold and monsters that were dreamed up in a winter that never ended to amuse minds with little else to hold onto but their imaginations. The Northerners though, it was never quite only a story told to scare children. They had believed the cause without evidence, beacuse they knew it was real.
But Theon and many others still had no clue what was to come. They hadn’t seen it, in one manner or another they had no idea what waited for them. And no idea what would happen once they found way passed the wall. You had been reliving those dreams more and more at night, only seeing blue and the dead and cold. Every time you woke up you felt a chill flow through your blood knowing that what was to come was worse then any story.
But here you were, riding into the city knowing that if the North wasn’t ready to stop it, none of the kingdoms would survive. Someone had to be prepared for the storm, because the only other choice was death. None knew if the winter had lasted a generation because it was meant to, or if somehow the winter was brought to the lands with the Others. And only left once they did too. And none, knew how that happened either.
Some spoke of it as a great battle. A night full of darkness and death with one coming out as triumphant and ended it, but it made less sense the more you understood what you were to be up against. It wasn’t going to be that easy, it wasn’t going to be that simple. These weren’t dead, mindless monsters, these were living creatures. Creatures who wanted something you couldn’t comprehend.
Greeted into the city, they brought you and Theon to the main docks where you were to meet with Lord Wyman Manderly. Climbing down, and handing your reigns to one of the guards your eyes were kept to where the waters couldn’t be seen from that point. Too many buildings in the way from the outside as you were led in. Lord Wyman was in good spirits as he could be, turning from one of his men with a grin.
“Always a great pleasure to see you here, your grace.”
Raising an eyebrow, you nodded back to him. “It’s nicer to be here then you think, my Lord.” Shaking his outstretched hand firmly, “This was always my first stop coming from King’s Landing. I’d get here and know I could at the least breathe a little easier.”
There was a gratefulness in his eyes that softened a little. “Hopefully it’ll be just as nice when you come back this time.” Turning his attention to Theon, it still seemed to surprise him a little whenever the Northerners greeted him like normal. “Greyjoy.” No ire in his voice or tone it seemed.
You couldn’t help but wonder, if the understanding that he hadn’t killed the boys had eased the hate in their hearts towards him. If what he did, had finally been seen as a lesser evil then what many after him had done. “My lord.”
Turning to you once more, Lord Wyman beckoned you both into the building more. Mostly empty at this early of an hour, but that was also when you typically had been in there. “I’d offer you something to eat, your grace but I suspect you’d prefer to see exactly what we have before anything else.”
Nodding once, he led you through the main building and out to the main docks. You had seen this many ships before, but never were they yours to use in terms of war. Far more then sixty had sat in the waters as you stepped out onto the wooden platforms circling many of the main ships at command. “This looks to be a far more few then sixty, my lord.”
A glint in his eye, “Aye, it is your grace. Stannis Baratheon’s army arrived little over a day before yourself. Unpleasant man, your father. But he knows his way around a fleet.”
You swallowed harshly, keeping a stilled expression despite the pick up in speed of your heart, and the nerves which begun to flow once more. Your voice was tight and controlled as you walked beside the man. “I’d expect so, both of us were once in charge of the royal fleet at some point or another.”
“And trade,” That at least, got a small smirk out of you. Taking over his job had meant you learned the strange imports and exports that were not standard for the kingdom. Usually requests for certain highborns that were not accessible in King’s Landing, and typically the oddest ones always seemed to first ship in through White Harbour. “Was a game between me and my boys, guessing what was going to who. Never could quite figure out what was going to yourself.”
“Nor will you.”
He hadn’t been kidding about building these up in secret. Many looked like mere trade ships at first glance but you could see they had been built more study, something to hold and withstand feats more imposing then the tides. He clearly had been doing this for some time. Walking up and down the docks, you three went between the other with questions and suggestions. It was clear that Lord Wyman appreciated speaking to two people who understood the waters as he.
It was also nice to see Theon speak with something he had easy confidence with.
By the time you came across him, it had reached the better part of the afternoon. Those around noting how similar both looked to the other. In looks and demeanour, with the ways you worked around the fleet in the exact same kind of manner as the other. There was no escaping the comparisons many always made of your similarity to your father.
You had been the one to approach him. High up on one of his own ships, you stood down on the docks below. Looking up with a squint in the sun before your voice finally found the strength to speak out, louder then normal to catch his attention. “The last time I saw you like this, you were leaving for war then as well.”
Stannis’s eyes narrowed as they looked down to you, gesturing to some of the men around him to take over. You stood still and quiet as he came down to your level. No doubt he could see despite the cleverness in your tone, the rigid stature in your frame as you watched him and didn’t approach further.
Standing a good few feet apart, he only nodded once with your name coming from his mouth. “Good to see you came through the fight with the Boltons in one piece.”
“With no thanks to any help of yours.” He tried saying your name in warning but you cut him off. A step forward as your eyes narrowed more to a glare that few could give to the man so blatantly. “Do you really think so little of my intelligence, that I thought you were only extending a truce for this occasion, and not expect anything in return?”
It was your fathers turn to step forward with a narrowed look in his eye. “Tell me, what is it you think I want from you?”
Those around you, had scattered to the wind with only your guard and his to stand by. It was common it seemed, to abandon all hope and flee once you and your father now came anywhere near the other. Like something was ready to implode by the weight of past hurt and contempt. You didn’t shift your expression once as your arms sat crossed over your torso. “He’s not your subject to command, father. Or do you want to tell me, how well it went last time you demanded the King in the North to bend the knee?”
You hated that it was your father’s turn to have his eyes shift down to where your scar was well covered up. Was there a single person who would look at you anymore and not peer down to something you couldn’t stand to even look at? Your father’s voice was as controlled and even, “If I was going to demand him to kneel before me, I would’ve gone to Winterfell myself instead of sending Ser Davos. But I apologize. I wasn’t quite ready to throw my men for another King’s cause right away-’
You didn’t yell, but it echoed in Stannis's head all the same. “So you show that mercy for Jon, but not Robb? Or Renly?” The quiet between you both was so thick you could feel it seep into your skin. First you spend years with a broken relationship with your mother, and now that you and her were attempting to find ways to mend that bridge? The cracks formed deep into the ones left of you and your father.
His jaw twitched a bit at the mention of his own brother, and you felt something unsettled grow. The memory of how drained of life he looked when you met with him that day at Robb’s side and how soon it was after Renly wound up dead. You never asked a soul about your fathers involvement anymore, but you never stopped thinking about it.
A shadow in the shape of a man that came in the appearance of Stannis Baratheon. What had you let that woman convince you of doing, father? How many more in your family were lost to darkness and flames at her insistence?
There were too many around, too out in the open for it. So he switched tactics to try and put you at more of an ease, in only a way he could manage. Speaking as dry and almost sarcastically condescending as possible. “Did I come all this way to argue with you like a child or did we come here to consolidate our armies?”
Your eyes flickered to the side somewhat, jaw clenched before relenting. Shoulders dropping a small tinge as you closed the gap properly. Stannis turning in place to walk beside you along the docks of his own fleet.
Relaying the plans made in Winterfell as your father listened quiet and intently. Knowing at the least, he could see the trails and maps in his own eyes as you spoke without needing to elaborate on the details. “Without anywhere to go on either side, we’ll have them trapped between us and then it is only a matter of surrender by then.” Glancing up to him at the side before looking forward once more. “Jon wanted me to make this clear, we aren’t going to crush their cause. If they were anywhere but Dragonstone we wouldn’t have even cared what they were doing.”
Smart enough to keep it to himself, you heard not a thought of his opinion on another fighting claim to the Iron Throne. If you searched deep enough within the caverns of your heart, it did find enough left to care about the weight he still had.
Stannis Baratheon was the one man with the only true claim to the Iron Throne, and not a soul in that fight but his own people, cared to help him get there.
Nodding, “I’ve known for a while we would be needing it for one reason or another, and I didn’t reach out to him beacuse I wanted another fight. Snow knows even better than we do what we will be up against. And right now, that’s all I care about.”
You hoped that was true. You really did. Fighting your father was proving to only weigh on your mind harsher and harsher as time went by.
His men were easy to work alongside, which made sense. You knew a good plenty of them. They listened, were well receiving to your command with respect, and some knew Dragonstone well enough on their own to vocalize their agreement of the plans brought to Stannis from the King in the North. It was also clear, your father himself was impressed with the details brought by you from Jon. He had thought this all through in great detail for someone who didn't know even a scrap of the complexity of the land he was sailing to.
One of his men speaking up, as he ran his hand across their own map. “If we come through here, we’re hidden by the hills until the treeline, come around closer to your men at this side that way and only the gates will cut us off.”
All gathered around a large table was a mixture of the Northern bannermen of White Harbour, and your father’s men, and yet not much of any issue had come up. Mostly working together easily, not quite realizing that perhaps the ease in which you and your father discussed things helped that obstacle. Your palms braced on the edge as you eyed the map once more with a sharp gaze as your father spoke.
“If it is Lord Jon Connington whose had him this whole time, then Snow is right. We get you to Aegon, and he will surrender no matter if we are winning or losing on the other side.” Theon seemed to catch his eyes with something of both confusion and curiosity. “Lord Connington knew Rhaegar Targaryean much of his life, and all but worshipped him right up until his exile. Man such as himself would do almost anything to keep the prince's only living son safe.”
Nodding mindlessly, you scanned over everything once more as another man around you finally broached the topic. “And what about getting on land in the first place?”
The table was quiet, and yet you found yourself raising your neck up to find your father’s gaze. Something deep and almost hesitant in them, and his voice turned more quiet as yours would some days. “I think there is something you should see.”
He should have sent Ghost with you. He hated walking these halls and having no idea where you were or what you were doing, if you were safe. There was nothing to suggest a hint of danger only going to White Harbour, but it still had put Jon increasingly on edge being apart from you.
If he thought about it truly, perhaps it was beacuse the last time you rode off in a direction opposite of him, was on the Kingsroad and you would not reunite until after a nightmare of blood, loss and far too much death. Jon had to tell himself that he could trust in the men you were around in the port city, but still what he wouldn’t give to be able to peer through Ghosts eyes and ensure you were still breathing. Instead his direwolf had spent much time out in the wolfswood, Jon’s tense energy having rubbed off onto him and Ghost too needed something to expel that onto.
Thankful at least, that being around a tense and agitated King was not an unfamiliar process for Ser Davos. He had stayed behind knowing helping Jon prepare for the war on lands was of more use then standing by two Baratheons. Both whom used to serve on the small council for the same job of the sea.
He didn’t hold back, but it was never in judgment or pretentiousness. Ser Davos brought a very plain truth to the world around Jon and each time he was around the man, the more comfort such things brought to him. Especially in a title that still was marred in an insecurity of worth and capability.
“I spent over four years apart from her, you’d think I would be used to this by now.” He was frustrated with himself. As the Northerners prepared their way for war and sea, Jon had found himself spending much time using the hard labour as an excuse to get out those frustrations.
Likely it didn’t help that he had no idea what was said between you and Maester Wolkan. The man had kept quiet as he said you had requested, and you had done an excellent job at portraying absolutely nothing. Whatever the truth was, it seemed you did not want it to weigh on Jon as much as he didn't want it hurting you.
Ser Davos on the other hand was as collected as ever, if not a bit on the side of amused. “And the last time you separated from her you both wound up dead.” Jon’s eyes turned to him sharp and glaring with a warning he was not in the mood for it. “I’m not saying that’s going to happen again, just that it’s why you feel so worked up over it. It’s normal to fear for the ones you love, especially with what you two have been through.”
Dropping his head down with more of a sigh, as he closed his eyes for a moment to collect him anger back inside. “What about you?” Davos raising an eyebrow as Jon elaborated, “You’ve been apart from your wife just as long, I can’t imagine she’s not worried sick over it.”
All he did though, was chuckle. A loving, fond smile coming over him in an instant. “We’ve been apart this long beacuse she knows the moment I step foot in our home again, I’m not coming back out for Stannis, nor any King. Don’t think I’ve ever known Marya to be as excited when I got her first raven back, sent her one before she found out I learned how to read. The boys too.”
The look in his eyes was sweet, the ease in which just thinking of his wife brought Davos comfort made him envious, when thinking of you anymore always brought Jon more fear. You had never had a chance to be together before, he didn’t know how to be with you now, without obsessing over your safety. “What’s their names? Your boys?”
Something however, flashed over his eyes that in a way reminded him of his own father. Something of deep pain that got pushed right back down as quickly as it arose. Jon moving to stand up and lean against the pillar, running a gloved hand rough through his hair to shove the loose curls that fell into his face.
“Two youngest are with her, Devan and Steffon. Devan wasn’t happy about going home, came with me to serve as Stannis’s squire once my oldest grew out of the position, but I sent him home when we were sailing for Eastwatch by the Sea. Oldest is Allard, used to say he was trying to become a Knight, but instead he chose to serve as Stannis's household guard.” Your name coming easy from his mouth with a memory of fondness, “Ended up serving as her personal guard once she was in Kings Landing.”
Jon could think back to some of the times when you were younger, arriving in Winterfell always accompanied by the same guards of your House. Would have no way of knowing then, but looking to his memory now he might be able to pick which one was Allard Seaworth in comparison to his father standing before him now. “What is he doing now?”
Moving to lean against the opposite pillar himself he smiled once more. “He's in Storms End. Selyse's older brother, Lord Alester was chosen by Stannis to serve as acting Lord and Allard and a good number of others went with him.” His mind travelling away, a dark glint flashing quick enough that he swallowed it back down. He had only brought it up in small doses, but he knew thinking of Allard was painful, as how close in age he was to Matthos compared to his two youngest sons. Perhaps if his last memory of Matthos wasn't what it was, he might be more able to stand in the same room as his other son who reminded him of the one he lost without issue.
But his mind switched the subject as quick as the pain rose and shoved it back down as he looked back to Jon. “Used to think that once Stannis had the Iron Throne, I might just give up being his hand, take the boys, Marya too, and go travel. Show them the world like I never thought I would as a boy. Now I’m here hoping Cape Wrath is far enough South, winter won’t reach them.”
Crossing his arms, with a softer look in his grey eyes his voice was also low. “How do you handle it? Being away from them?”
Truth be told, both men knew it was a little different. Davos hadn’t died and come back, neither had his wife or his boys. Something brought you back, and you brought Jon back. There was a bond there, some strange attachment Davos did not understand, nor did he want too. But he knew it left Jon feeling more protective then most men would ever feel. Jon certainly knew it as well.
“You just do. Can’t change that she’s not with me, can only think of them and pray that they’ll be alright when I finally do see them again. And if I can be honest, your grace?” Jon’s eyes shot up to his, not realizing how far in his own mind he had drifted. “You’ll be back with her in no time, White Harbour isn’t going anywhere.”
Jon was quiet for a moment, before a more far away lightness returned. “I’ve never been outside the North.” Both men now finally moving to walk through the courtyards of Winterfell, “I’ve only ever gone up, never down.”
It still was odd to Jon to have people he’s known his entire life show him the respect of a King as he would pass by. How long did it take for Robb to get used to it? Did he ever, he wondered. Ser Davos walking tall beside him with a casual air of him in almost amusement, “I apologize the first place you’ll see is Dragonstone.”
Jon’s brows narrowed, your name on his lips. “The way she always described it, when I was a boy I thought she was making it up.”
Davos was a bit more amused this time. “I’m afraid it’s no joke. Dark, depressing, not a place you’d want your child to grow up in. First time I ever laid eyes on it, thought I had been at sea too long, just seeing nightmare’s in the distance. But that’s just what it looks like.” Jon still couldn’t imagine it properly, it never sounded pleasant. He hated as a child, the idea of his best friend going back to somewhere like that, when you fit in perfectly in Winterfell already.
“What about King’s Landing?”
Shaking his head, Davos had to search a little further in his mind for that. “We didn’t exactly come from the same circles, me and her. She and Stannis both lived in the Red Keep, and I was from the poorest of the poorest streets in Flea Bottom. Used to envy the other children who lived in nicer poor areas then I did, even.”
Yet here he was, Jon thought. The man had done better for himself then many men could be capable of in multiple lives. Then he thought of his brothers, the ones that didn’t make it. Grenn and Pyp didn’t come from the life Jon did, but they ended up in the same place, fighting for the same causes at each others sides and he wished they were still here. Given the same chance like the man beside him.
“Think Edd came from something similar. Could never quite figure it out, though I think he wanted it that way. But he had next to nothing sometimes, and now he’s the one running Castle Black.” Tilting his head slightly in his own wincing amusement. “Can’t tell if he hates me for giving him that one or not, though.”
Both men chuckled that time. “I think all of us hate our duty just a bit, your grace. It’s what makes us want to do better, be good enough at it that it doesn’t feel like a duty anymore.” Gesturing lightly with his chin around them. “Not that I need to tell you that. You’re King in the North now, and you still are spending your days in the muck with the rest of us.”
Those final days in Winterfell weren’t ones he liked to look back on. Goodbyes that would now be forever, and the memories of cold and loss that Jon still struggled with. “Maybe a good King shouldn’t enjoy being one.” He could still see the man, and the strange thought of how little he looked like how he thought he would. “When King Robert came to Winterfell, all he did was drink, eat, and flirt with any woman but his own wife. If that’s what being a King who enjoys his title looks like, I think I’m better off not.”
“I never knew the man much personally, had no reason to but I know I heard enough from Stannis that he always was that way. Just now as a King, no one could say a word of it anymore. Though, he also said the same about Renly before..” You had talked more of him then you did Robert. Closer in age and matching better in a distinct Baratheon kind of charm they all seemed to keep somewhere in them, Robert met his end of his own doing.
Renly was a story he to this day, didn’t like to think about. When he did, Davos would have to think about that day in the cave and the horror he saw that shook him to a core that never went away. Davos seemed to sense the question on Jon’s mind, and his tone was low and gruff with something pushed back in his mind. “I don’t know exactly how it happened. I- all I know is what I saw..and then the next day Renly was dead. But I don’t know how or why, just that it...”
“Sounds as impossible as being stabbed in the heart and living?” Jon had him there. The longer into these wars the man got, the more his views of the world were tested in the strangest of manners. Both of them in truth.
The details were fuzzy, the sudden urgent secrecy of the request, the uncomfortable manner which the red woman spoke to him as if she was in his head when the truth was far from, the fire burning bright on it’s own, and the shadow which came from her. That was all he had seen, but the next day, Renly Baratheon was dead and no one could quite get the story straight on who had done it.
Jon was silent the entire time, but not once did he feel an ounce of skeptical. Brows narrowed as he listened and felt a conflict in his mind at the connecting answers being made in his mind. He suspected he was coming to the same one you had. “Starting to feel as if I don’t know anything about Stannis.”
Davos looked with sympathy. “I believe I once told you he is a complicated man.” Jon nodded. “I didn’t agree with a lot of what he did, of what he let that woman do in his name. I tried putting a knife in her myself, and I went against the King’s own orders and helped his nephew escape beacuse I couldn’t stand by and watch him let that woman sacrifice more of his own blood for her means.”
Jon didn’t quite catch it at first, but he later would realize, he had no idea who the nephew Davos had spoken of could have been. As far as he had been aware, the only family left to you were the ones Jon already knew of.
“But he also didn’t argue when learning finally his daughter had sent the red woman away. Didn’t try to seek her out again, beacuse he’s seeing the bigger picture. He’s stubborn, but he’s doing what’s right, even if we don’t like how long it takes for him to figure out what that right meant. And I think losing his daughters were a something of a painful wake up for him.” The words sat heavily in Davos’s mouth just as it felt in Jon’s heart.
Jon had no strong concept of memory in that point in the night, when it happened to Shireen.
There had been no words to explain what finding his mind after death in Ghost had felt like. He had fleeting memories, but none that made any sense until he had found his way with down to the ice cells with his brothers and free folk finding his body. It certainly had hit him then what truly happened and took hours for him to feel any control at all.
Then you and Theon had come through the gate, and every second Jon wasn’t at your side, felt like he’d lose more of himself to wolf then man. Then the pull, the call to his body that he didn’t understand but listened to as if in a trance and then as his eyes opened, it was in his own body. He was in his own body and mind once more and he could recall Ghost coming to him, both almost burying their faces in the other as Ghost seemed to so strongly react to what happened between them as Jon felt it.
He had done it by accident before, mostly in his sleep and he always tried to tell himself it was only dreams.
But he knew better, and he had seen the truth once before of what happens to a warg upon their death. Jon once had gotten in Orell’s face. Confronting him condescendingly about what happens when, after the man had pushed Jon another step into anger.
“What happens to your eagle after I kill you? Does he drift away like a kite with his strings cut, or does he just flop dead to the ground?”
Then he finally did kill him, and that same eagle flew in almost in an instant and attacked him, leaving scars that one of which, still sat pale but visible down across his eye all the same.
Because it was Orell now in that eagle. Still out there somewhere flying beyond the wall, Jon hoped he was miserable and alone. Just as he did the red woman for what she had done. Left to wallow in their sins with no purpose to comfort them.
It might have been a heartless thought he knew, but Jon had no time to spare anymore for people that would only ever harm in this world. He had enough of that, and the realm wouldn't stand a chance if everyone saw the world as people like that did.
They didn’t care the cost of life to survive, but it weighed on Jon a lot, too much. The constant ask of, if what he has to do makes him a good man, or just throws him down in the waste with the rest of them, and how much does the pain of those lives cost in his heart make up for it?
Would his father see the man he has become and be proud, or was Jon someone he would not recognize? Would Robb feel the same? Who was he to them anymore, he wondered. But he had to focus, look at what was in front of him first and deal with it. There would be a time to wonder later, but it wasn’t right now. The longer it took them to prepare for battle, the longer it would take to get to White Harbour and Jon just didn’t have the patience to feel this sort of conflict alone now.
He didn’t even sleep much since you had left. He probably could only count on two hands how many nights you’ve slept in his arms in his bed together since being in Winterfell again, but it felt cold and too alone without you there now. Many nights finding himself in the godswood with Ghost, wondering if the old gods had any answers to the life you breathed into him and why they gave it back to you in the first place.
Then he would ask if they had even a hint of your answer. Was not telling him what Wolkan said a good sign or a bad one, he could handle either, but it ate him up not knowing. Not wanting to let his dreams mock you if they would never be true, that was a truly sickening worry.
But then the next day would come, and the cycle started all over again. Once more Jon would think, he was grateful Ser Davos was used to quiet and sullen King’s at his side to not take offence.
You had to do it no matter how monstrous it made you feel. “If Connington wanted this for King’s Landing-”
Your father finished for you, the quiet in the room something neither of you had in a long time. The small inn nearby serving as housing for some, and in the smaller dining hall only the pair of you sat in the quiet. Space for a King and Northern Queen to plan. “Of course he wanted it. He was a Targaryean loyalist if I had ever seen one. Spent a year as hand of the King during the rebellion, knew Prince Rhaegar most of their lives and never once apparently saw anything wrong with that.”
You both had not sat with a meal in front of you since your own days in King’s Landing. Still in his quarters, training to do his job as the nights were mostly spent in quiet as you both worked too long and too hard in between the dullness of the daylight. Now though, was war outside. And you took a good moment to chew on your own before finding the right words. “If we do this, truly, that is going to be a lot of lives on my hands.”
Narrowing his gaze slightly, “Does that bother you?”
Yours wasn’t quite a slight narrow, more of a rolling glare. “Some of us have not quite gotten used to slaughtering people, your grace.” He chose to ignore the mocking tone. You hadn’t quite had the freedom to give him attitude in many years, and he knew now claiming to speak to a King like that would not be a proper excuse.
Not that he blamed you either. He and Selyse didn’t exactly make you feel welcome in your own family for a long time. So much to the point it seemed you only dared finding home in the Starks anymore, or what was left of them at least. “You know as well as I, you either do this, or let the same number die, only you lose over half of yours, instead of all the causalities being on their side.” Your elbow rested on the table, hand coming up to rest partially against your forehead.
“I know, it just...” Your hand thumped back down onto the table as your eyes drifted to the dark skies out the window. “It never gets any easier.”
It was quiet for a while, and yet just like with your mother, you desperately wished your father just let that silence sit between you instead of finding something to bring up. At least his did not have tone in disapproval or judgment. Just stating facts as he saw them. “They still call you Queen.” Glancing up at him with a warning cutting through your eyes he paid no mind too. “Does that mean you two have married?”
You looked away with wide, but irritated eyes. “Father-” Trying to cut in saying he was only asking out of curiosity. “Since when do you ever just ask me about my life beacuse you wanted to chat about it? And no, we’re not married.”
Not reacting much, he leaned back in his seat. “Betrothed then?” You only sighed as you continued to not look at him. “Strange to attach yourself to a King, and rule beside him as a Queen unmarried. Not what I raised you to-”
Turning back to him with a stern rigidness, “You never raised me to be a Queen, nor be in love so I don’t quite think your expertise on the matter is applicable.”
He raised one eyebrow, and you narrowed yours. “You’re not married, but you love him.” You waited for him to try and come to a point, only to regret it almost right away. Much less tact then your mother, and yet, at least, far less embarrassing. “I assume he's bedded you already.”
Oh how much less humiliating and somehow more awkward your father had made this. “We’ve slept in the same bed if that’s what you are asking.” Looking down to a mindless spot on the table, “Why are we even discussing this?”
The look he gave you almost bordered on amusement, and there was little patience within you for entertaining that. Acting almost casually which seemed unbefitting of him, he barley moved, directing his attention back to the meal you had all but forgotten by now. “You are my daughter, and people will talk. I am only looking out for your best interest.”
Head shaking slightly, you rested an elbow on the table as your hand came up to dig your nails slightly into your lips. Willing your foot to not start tapping against the ground in nerves, why was spending time with either your mother or father feel like such a test of your own emotional endurance? Thankfully, he let you change the topic with no issue. “Do you think it’s true? Aegon?”
His eyes narrowed in thought for a moment, “I don’t deal in rumours, you know that.”
Your father undoubtedly caught you almost rolling your eyes. “Alright, that’s your answer as a King, now tell me what you truly believe. You knew these people, you must have some idea if they’d be lying or not.”
He seemed to think long and hard about it, going through what the options could have been in multiple ways before answering more quietly. “I believe Lord Connington think’s it true, but I would be hard pressed to think that any could hide Rhaegar Targaryeans own son, and keep him a secret this long, without anyone knowing. And I also don’t think Aegon’s face being smashed in was part of any plan.”
You almost felt woozy trying to not think of what happened in that room.
Clearing something painful from your throat, you reached for something to wash those unsettled thoughts right back down. “It would be a rather lucky coincidence that the one child who was swapped out, was the same who Clegane left unrecognizable.”
Leaning forward a small bit, he spoke quiet but with a bit more confidence that he rarely had. “A sure truth however, Connington will be afraid. Robert Baratheon’s niece, and Lyanna Stark’s nephew sailing together for a battle with him? Not sure he could think of a more terrifying duo to come knocking at his doors.”
You could. You knew exactly what would be worse.
Neither you nor Jon were heading there with intentions of a slaughter, but were it another? Aegon would be powerless to flee from Robert Baratheon and his blood thirst. As far as he knew to be true, an infant boy and a little girl were butchered like animals and all he could think of them, were they were Rhaegar’s children, just dragonspawn. Their deaths were all that mattered, beacuse they had a single essence of the man in their blood and it was enough to condemn them as evil.
Losing Robb hadn’t made you look at Walda, and wish she was dead for her grandfather’s crimes. Moreso, you had spent much effort in those first few days back in Winterfell trying to not consider what would’ve been done to her. To her own unborn son, that no trace was left behind. She was not you, and Ramsay was not Roose Bolton. It was unlikely the gods saw fit to return her to life, and even less so that Ramsay would have kept her alive had that been the case.
Walder Frey's actions were not her fault, and even though you had not been kind to her, she deserved a life with her son as much as Robb deserved a life with his.
In the quiet as you and your father sat there, the scar in your stomach felt like it burned.
Theon had told you on the ship when sailing for Bear Island that he had not seen you that at ease in a long time. The relaxed state of your muscles as you were perched on the edge of the ship, the calm in your eyes that had not been there since before the very start of war. It was hard to take the love of the water out of those having grown up on islands and ships.
During the long summer, the moat in between the bordering walls of Winterfell was quite warm. The hot springs which the castle sat atop of kept the water from being freezing in winters, but made it extraordinarily nice in the summer. Many occasions the older Theon and you had gotten, you both would find increasingly competitive things to challenge the other at.
Trying to see who was the better swimmer, and both barley recognizing who had won. It had ended with both of you laid out on the wooden platform both heaving and laughing about how at least you both knew if you shoved the other overboard, you both would likely manage just fine for long enough to reach some kind of land.
Bran and Arya had found you both at that point, and after teasing you both for being “old” and “out of shape”, each Stark had been snatched by you two and held just over the water threatening to drop them in, day clothes and all. As their feet touched solid ground once more, both had then begun to debate which of them was the better swimmer themselves.
Now, there was a little less on the side of competition, but just as much confidence and ease in both of you. Walking the docks himself, as you were perched high up on one of the ships, having dived right into the same work you had your men doing simply beacuse you knew too well how to do it, and Theon was confident in watching the rest of the lot from a command.
He knew you were tying to keep yourself busy to ignore something, but you enjoyed working with this new Northern fleet and so that was what mattered. He too, were he honest. Both of you kept most of your days out on the docks putting every inch of preparation and plans in place and hardly noticed much else in the rest of White Harbour outside of your world’s right by the water.
The North had finally caught up, and it wasn’t until the greetings of “King in the North,” begun to hit his ears did Theon realize it. Coming up to the docks, Lord Wyman walked beside Jon who’s own eyes were narrowed taking in the bright sights of the amount of ships all around. The small group accompanying them all followed as the King in the North was given a catch up of details.
Gesturing over to where Theon himself stood, he made his way over finally. The dynamic with Jon wasn’t as sure or confident as he knew his dynamic with you was now. But, the two men were working on it. Just as Robb before though, hearing such a natural “Your Grace” from the Greyjoy was not something Jon was clearly used too as they shook sturdy hands. “Good timing, most everything’s near ready by now. Just a few details to iron out.”
Glancing around, Theon could sense he was looking for one Baratheon, and not the one in question which came from his mouth. “And Stannis?” Theon gestured to a squire, beckoning him to go find the Southern King for them before turning back.
Once upon a war, his own command tended to have a tint of attitude or snark within it’s words, but now it was as respectful as any had seen him. In some ways, Theon was far worse off then any man could conceive, but in other ways, who he was on the inside, was making a little bit more sense then the boy he used to be. “Your plan is all in place, King Stannis has agreed to the terms.”
Both men noted that another present here at ease in this scenario, was Stannis himself. With what was a tense greeting between father and daughter, both Kings now greeted with nothing but calm respect between them. Perhaps it was just not to discuss in public, or that you had been the one to make it clear there would be no fighting over crowns here between the two of them, and it was never brought up.
The group begun discussing certain aspects of what had been planned since, and Jon knew the men here had yet to broach the obvious. “And how we’re getting through the breach onto land?”
This time, it was Theon and Stannis who shared the look. It would be both easier, and perhaps smarter to show him before trying to explain it all right here and now. The later man gesturing for Jon to follow, “An opportunity presented itself that may serve to be the most efficient coarse of action, but we have taken great discretion with putting it into place.” Your name coming from Stannis’s mouth with little to hint at it’s grander meaning. “I left it as her call to make, but she has held off on any decision until could see it yourself, for approval.”
In the simple days of Winterfell, there had been times Theon assumed Jon was giving him a certain kind of look, because it was a brotherly instinct to keep his best friend separate from Theon’s sharp tongue and wondering eye, no matter how little it was real. You and him always joked and teased over his flirtatious nature back then knowing it meant nothing between the both of you, and mostly was used as a jumping off point for a back and forth sparring of increasingly sarcastic insults.
Theon back then had no idea it was, in fact, a look of jealousy Jon had been giving him in those days.
Now though, Theon knew for sure the look his own eyes were flashing towards Jon, was genuinely that like a brother. Coming up to what was to be your own ship, Jon looked up to see you at ease and even with a smirking laugh as you were perched on the higher deck speaking to the crew.
Perhaps it was the time the pair of you spent trapped in a hell of Ramsay Bolton’s making, that made Theon grow more protective of you against men with hints of a lustful gaze towards your way. Theon had seen you suffer horrendously and more then ever he felt the call of what a brother wanting to keep his sister safe really was like.
Jon was no way of a threat, but just briefly, Theon’s eyes almost narrowed sharply at the need in the grey ones looking up at you.
Up high on the deck, you had been sorting who was to be in charge of what during the longer days along the waters before reaching Dragonstone. Knowing that the Northerners were less used to such seafaring manner of travel and giving some of the less appealing jobs to those with heartier stomachs.
Leaning against the base of where the wheel of the ship stood, you had one foot perched on a small wooden platform behind it with the hand on the same side reached up to grasp loosely at portion of rope by your head. Your tone was jesting, not entirely loud but it didn’t need to be as you spoke to those on deck. Half a smirk on one side of your face, you felt more at ease then you had been in a very long time now. The sea was easy, commanding a ship on the waters was easier. It was all the rest which was the problem. “Which means one of you will be in charge of cleaning up after that lot. Make sure they all throw up anywhere but on my clean deck-”
Such a facade however was broken easily as your attention was drawn by a squire, saying that your presence was requested by the Kings. You nodded before a pause, not realizing immediately the plural only to catch on and knowing it meant it was almost time. Gesturing for one of your other crew members to take over for you, you climbed up onto the edge of the ship by the platform still laid out to reach the wood of the outside.
The amount of time in which you saw Jon even was next to nothing, as it was the nodding of your father in a specific direction that was what he clearly needed you for. Swallowing heavily you nodded, and before any could say a word to you, you had turned and moved back out view on the ship. Slipping into what would be your small quarters just below, you rummaged through the scattering of things inside an already locked chest, to find the item in question, and slipped it to sit safely along your waist, the wrapping, thinner cloak around you doing enough to hide it once you returned out to the windy sea.
Nodding to some of the men as you passed, they were no longer waiting as you made your way down to the shoreline. Multiple guards stood outside the platform leading up to it and as you stepped on the ships deck you glanced to the preparations already behind made. You had every faith in Jon, but he needed to have faith in you to get to the island shore in the first place, and this was the only way to do it without losing more men then you should have to, then you already have.
Your numbers would not soon mean anything if they were forced to dwindle in battles that did not need to sacrifice it.
The steps down were quiet, your footsteps not heard as in one hand you had begun to pull out an old set of keys, separated from the rest where they came. You could hear the voices speaking, and walking through the same things you had heard upon first seeing it for yourself as the muffled voices grew clearer with each step.
“...burn so fiercely until it is no more, and not a second sooner.”
There seemed to be a long pause before you once more could hear a disbelief and uncertainty in Jon’s voice as he asked, “If it’s this dangerous, why carry it over the Narrow Seas instead of making more of it when they land?”
The man was almost excited to tell him, and it made you move a few steps slower as your eyes narrowed sharply. “Wisdom Hallyne has been concocting much of it under the orders of Cersei Lannister, but it is far from given form. It’s potency grows with time and is more able to be controlled this way.”
Almost on the edge of a rougher frustration, Jon asked, “How would he even know where to find any of this?”
Your father had the answer to that, “After the war, what remained had been sold and shipped off to get it out of Westeros, but now Connington has Lord Varys at his side. There is very little the spider doesn’t know about.”
There was a shortness to Ser Davos that you suspected hated every second of this conversation, and you had no inclination if you wished to know why. He was not a man easily set off. “This is the plan? Use this but it’s alright because it’s on their side of the shores this time? This is a bad idea, your grace.”
Once more there was quiet, before Jon spoke with a weighted low tone. “Either we use it here, send it off to gods know where across the narrow sea where anyone could get their hands on it. Or, we let it sail right up to Kings Landing to get smuggled into a city with a population of what?”
Davos was quiet, but a controlled tone with out any attitude on the matter. “A good million by this point.”
A pause sat as you knew the number had somewhat taken Jon back. His voice a low rasp that sounded as exhausted over the issue as you had felt looking at it with your own eyes for the first time. “More people are crammed into one city then the entire population of the North. Why would anyone want to live that way?”
Davos answered with a conclusive ease. “It's where all the works is.”
Deep in thought for a moment, you could hear the difficult weight debating in Jon. “We use it here and we know what the causalities are. What will they do with it, if I let them leave? Either they bring it to Kings Landing anyways, or someone else finds this and sell it to the highest bidder. How many innocent people will it hurt then?” Jon was quiet, but the room was quieter as they listened. His voice low and yet a determination with a smart confidence in trying to pick the lesser of only evils.
You hadn’t even noticed, you had just stopped to listen to them speak. Did you not want to interrupt, or perhaps was it the fear of coming to Jon with such a tactic in the first place which scared you. Your father spoke up next, “We can use it all, get the wretched substance off any of their hands out there.”
The man sputtered an offended rebuttal when none cared for it. “It is not wretched, it flows through my veins. And the hearts of every one of us who create it, we respect it’s power. My work would not be dared questioned while Aerys Targaryean lived.”
It was then, when you walked in. Having enough of it and losing the patience to let him go on about what you felt sick on the inside, for even allowing anywhere near the North in general. The keys in your hands loud as they clanked together while you turned to slink in between the man and Jon. “Well, he isn’t living anymore.” Turning partially to your father who seemed to sense on his own to toss you the other set kept on him as you knelt down to the double set of locks on the door. “And a lot of good all this did to help him survive a sword in the back.”
The room almost was tense just as you winced to shove the heavy doors open, before Jon came up to much more easily yank the other side for you. Neither but only you two walked in, he had to say yes to this plan or you needed to figure something else out. It didn’t matter how much Davos hated it, how sickening it made you feel.
Standing beside you, there was as much of a fearful awe as their was a terror as you felt but shining in his grey eyes. You were both quiet for a good while as your heart raced more and more out of your chest that he would turn to you and yell about how you have lost your mind. Maybe you would prefer if he did.
Instead, he was quiet as he always was speaking with you. “If we do this, I’m not letting it only be on your hands. We do this together, remember?” You didn’t answer as you stared at it all, until he gently murmured your name. Turning to find his eyes, leaning much closer to you this time trying to reassure you with almost a leading question. “Is there any other way?”
You swallowed, turning away again and shaking your head no. “No way that gets our people onto those shores alive. I know what I’m asking of you..what happened to your Uncle and Grandfather..and now I’m asking you to do the exact same thing-”
But Jon was sure in his whispering, no doubts or breaks to linger. “We don’t do this sort of thing in battle beacuse we like it, we do it because we have too. I don’t like it either, but you came to me with this idea, and I trust you.” Were the others not behind somewhat, likely with their eyes on you, he would’ve ran a hand down your hair comfortingly, been a little softer with you.
Jon hated the unsure in your eyes over using this, but that was how he felt knowing you were going into a battle on the other side of a castle and Jon couldn’t protect you. This fight wasn’t for a home or an island, or power. It was for the one thing Jon knew would keep the North just a small bit safer then none at all.
It was only in the few quiet seconds as the others stepped down from the ship before you, that you gently reached for Jon’s arm. Turning to you with much brighter eyes then before, but still, you were aware of how many people could see you both and you wished it were far darker to get away with it.
He looked so handsome and you hated how easy he made it. Hair once more pulled all back, something it seemed was a sign of war now on him. Longclaw sat proud on his person with the white wolf pommel finding new meaning once more. Carved to look like the pure white of Ghost, but also now was the symbol as well as the King they called the White Wolf. A Stark in blood, but a Snow in name.
There was something new though, something that only solidified such a thought. His attire was well made, fit him perfectly. Against the long, dark armoured leather on his tunic was more plated around his chest to be more more sturdy metal. But right in the middle, was something you hadn’t seen on a Stark in a long time. Carved were two Direwolves both facing the other.
He was gentle in watching your eyes trying to focus, finding the details on him that you hadn’t been there to see made. Jon also however, decided not to tell you he made a few things, and requested a few others, for you back in Winterfell. You didn’t like when he went out of his way to get you things, make you things, or fuss over you, you hated it with everyone.
Robb had once speculated it was a result of being forced to have handmaidens attending to you while in King’s Landing. When they had learned the royal company was coming to Winterfell, the two of them had discussed how you hated having people and servants doting on you. How despite her own daughter verging on ten at that time, the Queen would still find time to pester you about dolling up like a proper lady.
The day you rode into Winterfell with them all, clearly you had done your own hair, never once looking a single thing like the other styles the Southern women who came wore them in. But they had much more done to paint your face to look elegant. He remembered seeing that beautiful yellow dress that framed you like some kind of bright siren, and the thin but elaborately designed shawl around your arms drenched in a rich brown with ornate stags stitched into it.
Jon could remember thinking, he thought you were as beautiful as he had ever seen you. And he also remembered hating it, beacuse he knew it was the Queen’s doing to try and assist you in impressing your husband to be. To impress Robb. Which it did.
Before he could spiral, looking down at you with a darker armour that seemed to be specially designed to move easier. Not great in protecting you from a harsh swing of a sword but he had taught you to be fast, not strong. A black cloak hung around your shoulders, itself was stitched once more with stags hard to see unless as close to you as Jon was.
He knew it was hypocritical, but Jon couldn’t stop the thought of he wanted these wars to be over already so he never had to see you in armour ever again. He still didn’t understand how Robb handled this. How he let you fight like this, and it didn’t tear him apart. If they got through this, got through winter, Jon would have a new pretty dress made for you every single day if it meant you never wore anything to set into battle for ever again.
Just the long, flowing dresses you looked beautiful in, and his own white fur draped over your shoulders to keep you warm. He too was thankful it was not presumed the Queen in the North wanted anything near a handmaiden, beacuse at the very least, he in the mornings now, got to be the one to gently run his hands along your skin doing the laces or clasps of your dress up, or selfishly take over to do your hair for you. Beacuse as much as you recognized keeping his own curls up and out of his face was something he did during times of war now, he knew the same for you. As long as you kept it tied very simple against your back he knew you were keeping it out of the way for a fight, instead of having the time to let him handle it in whatever style he thought you looked the most beautiful with.
Maybe he could undo the lace keeping your hair up together just before you landed on shore and it would keep you busy enough redoing it that he could get Tormund to drag you back onto the ship until it was over.
So much swimming in your heads looking at the other, but you opened and closed your mouth a few times to find the right way to express it, before swallowing and letting out a breathily quiet settled, “I missed you.”
Jon let a gloved hand reach up, gently cupping your cheek as his thumb ran slightly over the skin while he stepped closer to let the other drift innocently along your waist as yours gently rested on his. Eyes speaking such voluminous truths of light and relief that made you feel like the waters around would melt you should they interrupt this moment. It had only been a little less then a fortnight, but you still felt like something heavy returned and you didn’t know how much all you had focused on was this until you could breathe in front of him.
Leaning down so your eyes were level to his with a hint of a smile behind the grey. “I always miss you.”
Too many people, and even though you were weak to let him, Jon wouldn’t kiss you here. He preferred to keep your softest to himself in private, and not let others see what he wanted only for him. Even if just the gentle touch of your hands running up his chest with a gentle peck to your lips. He kept it all to himself.
His eyes narrowed the slightest as he asked, “When do we sail out?” Answering a day or two he pulled away from you, respectfully moving you to walk first with a hand on the small of your back. “Good. I think I need a night with you all to myself for once. I don’t like being away from you this long.”
Neither did you, but it was only known between the hearts of you both how strong that felt now.
It truly was Jon’s fault. He was the one who taught you the importance of being the quickest one in the room. Of course he meant holding a weapon, but then again your soft hands running through his hair may as well be their own weapon. You both had made your leave to the room you were staying at in a nearby Inn, and as soon as the door closed you took the quick liberty of turning to Jon and taking things off for him.
Armours, blades, leathers, leave him only in the basest of his clothes, grabbing his hands to pull his gloves off and neatly putting them aside one hand at a time, before running your hand along his shoulder to move around him, and reaching up to let his hair out. Letting your fingers give it’s shape back while your nails scratched lightly at his scalp. He had followed you in here with the intention of being the one to take care of you, but you wasted no time to do it all for him instead.
Turning to put his weapons gently away with the intentions of making sure they were clean and sharpened for him later, you almost instinctively moved to do something else as Jon finally stepped up behind you. Rasping your name out low twice in a row, before he caught your attention only as he let both his hands move to your hips, pressing his chest against your back and leaving slightly over you where you could feel his breathe dance across your ear with a chuckle. “Can you stand still for me just this once?”
Your head turned slightly enough to the side where you could see his curls drape along the side of your vision as your lips parted slightly in a high breathe, “I’m sorry-”
His chuckle was deeper that time, and vibrated against your back before he turned his head to press a kiss to the side of your head, partially resting his forehead in the same spot. “I don’t want you to be sorry, I want you to let me do things for you sometimes. You’re always rushing to take care of everything for me, and then rush out the door before I can do the same for you.”
One hand on your hip slid across your stomach, pulling you just a tad closer so most of his front pressed to your back like a perfect fit. You leaned into his touch with an ease that both had your heart want to race and skip at the same instance, leaving you a bit more out of breathe. Your hands gently wrapping around the arm at your front, slightly pushing the sleeve up just to run your fingertips across his skin.
“I know, I- I’m just used to being the one to do these things.”
You knew he didn’t mean it to come out sounding the way it did, but you also couldn’t blame him for not knowing that dynamic the way you recalled so naturally. “Robb didn’t take care of you?”
Your brows furrowed as your head dropped a little, the memories right behind your eyes as real as the small fire in front of you. The ease which Robb would give you that all encompassing boyish grin, scolding you playfully for never giving him the time to do so either.
“No, he did, but it was..we were different. Robb and I. We were at war, and some nights if I didn’t try and guide him to bed myself he would just stay up working until the sun rose and I’d have to try again the next night.” Your nails scratched a bit into Jon’s arm as you felt something of an insecurity rising, your voice no longer as confident. “I’m not explaining it well..we never had a lot of time to ourselves, and usually I think it was easier for me to do things for him, since there was always something bothering him. I didn’t mean to make it sound like-”
Leaning his head against the side of yours more, Jon’s voice was softer and soothing against you. “I wasn’t trying to upset you. You’re the only girl I’ve been with. I don’t exactly have a good idea for what others are like.”
You leaned back more only to realize you couldn’t quite reach him the way you felt yourself starting to need. Gently twisting in his arms without pulling away, you rested your hands on his chest, Jon now pulled back to look at you with both hands back on your hips. Before saying a word, one of yours reached up, tracing his facial hair along to his jaw and around to entangle gently into his curls. You leaned up on your toes to press your lips gently against his.
Jon’s hands tightening more and more, despite the tender kiss barley anything deep. Before it could get off the ground, you pulled back only to give one soft peck before speaking close enough to his lips he could feel every passing word. Your hands innocently moving both to play with his curls. “I liked doing these sort of things for Robb, and I really like doing them for you. Especially now that..”
Trailing off, one hand tilted your chin up more so he could hover more over your lips with intent, “Now that we’re allowed to be together?” You nodded, and Jon closed the gap between your lips once more. The hand still at your hip pulled you in close to his front as your hands stayed locked behind his neck. Jon’s other hand cupping your jaw as he deepened the kiss almost every passing second until he could sense you shivering from being too lightheaded. Only giving enough space to let you gasp for a tiny bit of air before kissing you the cycle once over again.
The room was quiet, muffled yelling outside fading to the only crackling of the fire and Jon’s soft lips coaxing more out of yours. Not taking command, but more imploring you to do what he was trying to tell you. Let him do the work.
Let him nibble at your bottom lip until you granted him just enough room to gently slide his tongue into your mouth, tasting your own. Pulling you close by the small of your back, you shivered down that very spine as you no question could feel his hardening length through the soft material covering him.
Your hands danced down, unlacing the middle of his shirt until you could press your palms flat. Only, as you felt the jagged scars littered about that you had long since memorized, even if just out of horror, you pressed against his front more. Kissing back now with more need as your other hand found the same scars.
As your touch grew more firm and almost desperate for something, Jon begun moving up to cup your cheeks, keeping your lips as pressed to his as possible. Stealing the little breathe you were able to gain as if he wished for you to hand it all over for him to control. Gentle nibbles to your bottom lip that both had you part your lips slightly, but also pulled a small whine from your throat as your hands clutched his shoulders. Jon stepping forward to press himself against you firmly again as you now more obviously, felt him properly hard as his kiss grew greedy.
One of those hands slid back to entangle themselves in your hair to angle you up to him, while the other slid slightly down to cup your jaw and part of your neck with a light hold. If he could feel your pulse race slightly as he did so, he responded by once more increasing such greed. No longer asking your permission to glide his tongue along yours but doing so the second you even tried to pull back for air. The hand on the back of your hair, just as a few times before, grew strong enough you couldn’t pull from his kiss, even as the lack of air made you weak and dizzy.
It made you whine into his mouth, and something akin to a growl vibrated through his own chest.
Finally beginning to trace down his chest again, you blindly searched for the laces of his breeches and slowly undid them. Holding steady on his waist with one, you managed to slide your hand down quick enough he couldn’t react quite in time. A deep growl this time was unmistakable, his kiss bit harshly into your bottom lip as he held you, only to finally send the hand on your neck flying down. Snatching yours right as your were wrapping your small hand around his cock and yanking it up, holding it tight in the air.
Pulling away from your lips as saliva trailed between your panting breaths as he kept you held by your hair close to look at him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Your lungs still heaving for air, you stared agape at him, your bright and unsure eyes looking to his growing more and more black with every passing second. You had nothing to say, unsure if he was angry until Jon sighed out frustrated.
His hand loosening the tightness in your hair to rake through the strands with tenderness and his face softening a bit from such a harsh intensity. Pressing a much more gentle kiss to your lips, then standing back from you entirely before spinning you to once more let your back face him.
This time, his hands begun to undo everything covering you up as well. Carefully draping your hair off to the side as he undid each layer. His voice was almost a murmur speaking low behind you, “Don’t do that.” Your face frowned in a slight confusion as he elaborated. “I don’t want you skipping everything and going right to trying to please me. What pleases me, is being able to take my time with you, not making you do things for me.”
You felt something heavy in your chest, but you stood quiet and obediently let him take everything off of you, until finally you felt the cold hit your entirely bare skin as Jon let the last layer of all your clothing to drop to the floor. His hands finding your hips as he pressed against your back once more, his hard cock still hidden behind his own layers pressing into your ass as his hands roamed up your bare frame.
Your breathe stuttering as both large hands took a greedy handful of your breasts and almost used the position to force you back into his chest more. His touch rough and fingers sparing no kindness as they ran over each budding nipple until they were perfect for him to grasp in his fingers. A mixture of twisting and pulling before letting his hands knead the soft skin of your chest once more, you threw your own hand back trying to steady yourself at his waist while your other uselessly let your nails dig into the skin just below your stomach.
Jon leaned down more, just as his hands yanked on your nipples rough and harsh to make you gasp, he sunk his teeth into a sensitive part of your neck. Deep and painful bites that stung just as he let go, running his lips and tongue over to soothe the area before sucking deeply against it to force it to bruise and colour against his teeth imprints.
All the way down the side of your neck he never let up, all the while his hands on your breasts were rough and twisting pleasure sparking along each bud between his fingers, and the desire flooding your veins to down between your legs. You bit your tongue trying to keep from all the building hearing you. It didn’t occur to you in the moment, but the marks on your neck come morning wouldn’t be able to be covered up even with your hooded cloak around your neck and shoulders. The bruises and teeth marks would be a clear message to any and all who you belonged too.
The White Wolf marking his mate against any eyes looking your way that weren’t himself.
You felt the rushing warmth through your veins burning with every touch and every small growling sound that slipped as a grunt from his mouth, his covered cock hard as could be against you, only made worse when one hand finally left your chest. Moving right down to cover your own scar, Jon pressed your hips firmly back into his as he bared his teeth in a pant against your neck, his covered cock grinding into your ass more, keeping you pressed right against him.
Just as you were about to find the strength to ask Jon to let you touch him, he moved the hand keeping you against him to slip down between your legs. Finding nothing to even work up, he growled. Knowing were he to choose so right now, he could slip his cock inside of you with no resistance, but it wasn’t quite enough for something more depraved in his mind. You were wet, but something in him demanded more, demanded you were soaking and begging for reprieve.
Rolling your nipple between his fingers just as he ran his other hand along your clit, you jumped in his touch with a small crying gasp as he pulled from your neck, rasping deep into your ear with none of the harshness his touch held. “Shh, shh. It’s alright, darling. Just let me explore you.” You nodded obediently and it make his brain feel more of a mess.
Exploring was to then sink one of his fingers deep inside you, right to the knuckle in one smooth go before gently running it along something terribly sensitive. Jumping more in his touch, Jon pulled you closed by the hand groping at your breast still. Not going fast or teasing any slower, just a smooth, almost gentle pace he let it slide in you before moving to pull it out. Pressing a kiss to your cheek then resting his own cheek against yours, to watch as he sunk a second thick finger right along with the first as you both tensed and whimpered more in his touch.
Your free hand moving to hold meekly onto the arm lower to you, your eyes struggling to figure out what to do, wanting to watch almost in an innocent awe as Jon would sink two think fingers deep inside you. Only to get overwhelmed and close them again with a hitch in your breathe when he would pull them out just the perfect amount so he, himself, could watch with pitch black, mesmerized eyes at how soaked you were making them.
But just when you tried to calm your heart, Jon’s hand on your breast tightened to the point it almost hurt, his teeth baring as he buried his face in your neck and not so gently, moved to roughly add a third finger as he shoved deep. His palm now flat almost covering you as the heel of his palm ran harshly over your clit.
Two was a lot, but three was really a lot. Thick and stretched as he ran them along your sensitive walls and refused to go anywhere but shallow thrusts deep. Making you soak his fingers as he panted into your neck, leaving another occasional bite along with a hiss as you clenched tightly around him.
You felt out of breathe, like nothing longer could give you enough to stand on your own but there was nowhere to go but to lean more against Jon’s touch, only he was holding you up and you had to rely on him to not crumble. His own body behind you was almost overwhelmingly warm. The longer he pushed you to an orgasm, the warmer he grew and your front close to the fire making you sweat despite the cold.
Filthily enough, something in Jon preferred it that way. Wanting you to be overwhelmed, give him everything of yours. Grunting deep in his chest, he roughly had to fuck his fingers past your soaked, tightness clenching around him as your voice breathlessly high pitched cried his name, pleads and pleases to follow that only made that dark, possessive feeling worse in his head.
Then finally you felt the coil inside you, twisting and bending almost at a snap as you gasped a his name did Jon pull his hand down from your breast to your waist, and pulled his fingers from you completely. A refusal of an orgasm at the very last second, it felt almost painful to loose it. You almost fell in his arms with a weak sound of painful protest, his hand on your waist holding you tight as he let his other push against your stomach to keep you against him firmly.
That was, until he slowly brought his hand up gently, drenched fingertips tapping at your mouth as he rasped into your ear. “It's alright, you taste so good, darling. I promise.” His dark curls enveloped part of your vision as he leaned over your shoulder to watch with blackness in his eyes. Slowly you opened your mouth as he sunk three of his soaked fingers in, overwhelming you in one smooth push as he, just like in your cunt, sunk them to the knuckle.
Your hand flying up to almost grasp in a panic at his wrist, but your eyes still slid closed and sucked his fingers. You felt your eyes sting at the pressure of him so suddenly deep in your mouth, but you almost fought as more of the very wetness you tasted leaked from between your legs, at the wish it was his own seed you were tasting instead.
He didn’t remove them, even when there was little of you left on them as he mumbled, accent thick as he lost his composure once more. “This-fuck, this is why I can’t have your mouth around my cock.” The hand on your waist shamelessly moved to rub tightly against your clit as he kept his fingers deep in your mouth. “I can’t- can’t control myself if you do. I’ll push you too hard, I’ll be too rough with you, and I don’t want that.”
He was just rambling at that point as he gathered more of the utterly soaking wetness between you to coat your clit more. Would rub tight against it only to lose more of his calm and slip two of his fingers deeply back inside you. Pumping roughly, almost too fast for you to handle, and solely out of his own greed before sliding out and up to your clit again before sliding inside again, and repeating the pattern.
Feeling like you were there, being dangled on an orgasm for a long time. The sounds of how wet you were, to you, was downright humiliating. Yet you suspected Jon wanted to hear it louder, hear more and more of it. “You’re so beautiful, but I can’t handle it. I can’t be kind to you when you take me in your mouth like that, like this.”
You cried against his fingers as you felt another approaching attempt at an orgasm only to grasp his arm with both hands desperately, tears spilling from your eyes as he ripped his touch from your cunt again, letting the pain fill you from losing another orgasm.
Moving away from you a bit, both hands flying tightly to your waist as Jon rested his forehead against the back of your hair. Your heart feeling both full and too heavy at not having the right senses to tell him it was alright to treat you the way he wanted to. You wanted him to feel safe with you to let it all go, but you couldn’t find the words. “Jon..”
Shaking his head, you could sense his face was twisted in angry conflict as his voice was strained against the husk of it. “No, you don’t understand. I,- I need you to tell me to stop.” Your face twisted as as his tone was more upset this time. “Tell me to stop right now, please.”
“Why?”
Jon ran his hands more soothingly up and down your waist, and you couldn’t tell if it was for you or for him. Staying quiet for a good moment as he collected his voice enough to not snap. “I’ll be too selfish to stop on my own.”
It wasn’t in a seductive move, more of that desperate feeling in him, as Jon wrapped both strong arms around your front tightly while his lips trailed up your neck to rasp deep in your ear, as he all but rambled. “I want to fuck you so badly, darling. It’s all I can think about, having you in my bed and keeping you on my cock, letting my seed spill so deep inside of you over and over. Until you pass out and then taking you again the second you come back to me. But I can’t, and if you let me do anything else right now, I won’t be strong enough to stop myself.”
You so badly wanted to turn in his arms, so desperately wanted to wrap your own arms around him just as comfortingly as he did you, but there was a heavy conflict in his heart and mind that he was struggling with and you couldn’t escape his strong hold enough to soothe it easily with a gentle touch he deserved. “Jon, you are allowed to want me the way you do. I don’t want you to feel as if you should hide your needs from me. If you want that-”
He shook his head against you, voice rough and almost a bit angry at himself. “Its not normal, the way I want you. Most of the time, all I want is to keep you safe and happy. Just be with you the way I always dreamed of, but then I get you alone like this..” Moving to almost nuzzle against your jaw before pressing his lips to just under your ear as his voice slipped back deeper. “And all I can think of, is keeping you pinned to my mouth, letting me taste you all night. Sliding my cock deep inside you, as often as it takes to get you-”
Jon stopped himself, but you both instantly realized what he meant.
His voice changed, it was rough but something much more upset behind it this time. “I shouldn’t be treating you like this.”
You felt a weight in your throat turn to more of a choke that wavered your voice. “Jon, let me see you? Please?” He considered it for a moment before loosening his grip. Turning in his arms, you ran your hands up his collarbones to run your thumbs along his facial hair.
The black in his eyes was starting to fade, and a wide, watering sorrow filled the grey which was returning to them. Yours on his, his hands back to your waist as you both looked at the other, and nothing was said for quite a bit. None needed too, not with the two of you.
His heightened, too raw of a feeling simmered down in your gentle touch and trusting eyes to calm himself. Leaning in with a gentle smile, “Listen to me, now. I love you. I love you, and I always will no matter what you think. If you want me here and now, that’s alright. If you want to wait until we are back safe in our own bed, in our home, then we wait until this is all over. But nothing about the way or how much you want me is wrong. You have me, all of me, however you want. There are no conditions to loving you, Jon Snow.”
He swallowed heavily, the conflict a little less painful in his eyes. Instead an almost boyish softness fell over his features trying to come up with anything. But for now, what he landed on was so quiet, so soft and unsure with wide, bright eyes almost like a child. “Can we just go to bed? I need you in my arms for a little while, right now.”
You smiled softly, and luckily Jon let you lean to give him a small, innocent kiss. His hand reaching up to gently run along your hair once more as you pulled back. “Anything.” Tracing his nose along the length of yours before he nudged it playfully, leaving another soft kiss to your lips.
Neither of you said anything else. Laying gently in the bed, Jon once more traced along your nose with his as his hand came up to cup your cheek. Thumb doing a similar smoothing touch on the skin there as only small times did he pull you close, to give a small kiss to your lips then one to your forehead.
At some point, you finally fell asleep before he did. Eventually as he felt himself growing tired, he turned you in his arms, pulling you back against his chest as he buried himself in your hair. The hand running along your waist, slid under your own arm to press flat against your scar as sleep found him too.
Calmly and slowly walking through the crawling darkness, the emptiness of the corridors only filled with more corridors echoed by gentle torches draped along the walls between each chasm. You knew exactly where to go, exactly where your feet were taking you. You could hear those whom would describe such a place as dark and depressing, and grim and unsettling but you found no reason to buy into such a notion.
Generations of Starks lay here, safe in the crypts beneath Winterfell and they would stay there unharmed by the world that unjustly took so many of them from each other. Had it been a very long time since you had been in here though? Or was this just their states as they were normally alone in the pitch black of night? They were wolves after all.
Each statue sat tall but instead of stone, each was longer and held a living wolf. Colours alive and eyes following with nothing but rumblings as you walked. Not an inch of fear, as each one looked to you and making sure your feet found the right paths, only small growls if you got off track.��
Wasn’t that what Willem and Martyn Lannister had asked you that day in Riverrun? If Robb turned into a wolf at night? Clearly the answer was yes, all of the statues of Starks in the night right now followed your path as living wolves keeping each other guard and keeping you guarded safely to him.
His statue was as you remembered, he was not yet a wolf as you looked to him at first. It must take time to return to life. The final moments you last saw the other were as painful and regretful as it was to learn it was the final.
Being dragged away from Ned Stark by the City Watch, accused of a treason which was the truth, and it would never be anymore. His statue stood tall and firm as you recalled in the best of his moments, and you stepped forward to- but no, he didn’t stay a statue to run your hand along.
Before your eyes, he was a wolf. The largest you had seen of them yet, only he didn’t stay in place. Before you knew it, Ned had leaped from his peak over your head and landed with a snarling growl onto the ground. Turning to look where he had spotted something, except the room was small and harder to move around.
A smaller wolf sat on the bed, smaller and less large and a weak whimpering instead of snarling. Their face looked like Neds, but their fur was a mixtures of sticky red and toxic blue as the two stared at one another. The one you had not previously seen, looked to you with a curious tilt of their head and the second you gently stepped forward you felt a muffled but overwhelming sound that pounded horribly in your mind.
Neither wolf sensed it, but you fell to your knees with the agony as it sounded almost upset. The wolves in the crypt behind all growled and snarled, deep and protective as the sound in your head increased and the two wolves by the bed did not react to either. They only paid attention to the other as the screeching in your mind sounded like crying, a high pitched crying that was not wolf nor adult.
It was a crying that increased as the wolves of the crypt begun to howl in warning.
Only just as the crying and snarling stopped, the second wolf at the bed had turned to look at you. The smaller one with bright eyes that seemed more expressive then the held back of the other. They looked like you could read them like a human’s mind but their attention was snatched back by the gentle nipping of the bigger wolf as it to pay attention.
The strange looking one, snuggled further down into the sheets of the bed, despite the thick and heavy smell like copper that started to coat the air. It was tasted on your tongue and it felt vile to sit in your nose it was so overwhelming, as the colours of their fur melted into the sheets until there was no wolf, just the bed now coated in red.
The larger one was no longer looking where the other had been. It was looking at you. Coming to snatch you by the edge of your dress the wolf pulled you to them, and as the torch fire along the crypt walls grew hotter, they inflamed so much it overtook the edges of the room.
Leaving only you and the large wolf left as the rumblings above were so loud it hurt. As the torch fire seemed to explode in a flash of green, a larger fire came tearing along the ceiling and pulled away the roof exposing the bright sun, clear, blue and warm as it heated the crypt.
Something rumbled in that sky so loud both you and the wolf hurt in your ears. You tried to cover yours, but the shock wave of the sound had you fall to your knees, covering the ears of the wolf whining now beside you. As the sound grew too loud, your eye grew wide as a shadow flew across the floor in a large shape.
Before your eyes followed back to the sky, the wolf beside you nudged you. Dropping the tiny wolf pup in his mouth into your hands, the pups fur coated the exact colours as the sheets of the bed the smaller wolf melted into. It was a tiny little rumbling of a growl in your hands, but as soon as you tried to look at it, instead the large, loud creature which tore the warm room off the crypt overcame your sights. But the second it hit the clearest part of the sky, you saw a wing before nothing more.
The more you walked out onto the docks, the more crisp the cool air refreshed you. It was early, very early and your father was sailing first. He had longer to sail and it would take more time.
Not much words but that of wishing luck and to see the other again. You shook hands, but it for a second felt strange to do so instead of anything else. Maybe a hug, but you were both not quite sure that would be appropriate. For you two at least. Get through this battle and maybe you and Stannis might have a conversation which would make something better. There was something in his own eyes that seemed to sense the same conflict in the other.
Only for a second did a flash of concern come over just as one sharply of determination come over your eyes. His voice low, “Who else knows?”
Yours was low, and nothing in your face changed. “Just you.” Your father commenting on the risk you were about to be taking, but you didn’t waver. “I’ve always been good on getting on people’s wrong sides. This time might just be a little bloodier.”
You knew it was hard to tell for him if he was proud or wishing to scold you for this idea, but you were determined to make this work no matter the cost to you.
Like a girl when he left to sail for war, watching him go to take on the Iron Fleet you had stood on the shores of Dragonstone and watched him sail off, until there was nothing left to see. Only this time, you would follow not long after.
The dream you were torn awake from bothered you, but with war approaching you hardly had time to think about how you've had that very dream for days. It wasn’t until sometime later as the sun rose to a point more would climb up from their sleep too did Jon come find you.
There was a lot of work to be done before you left, a lot to put into place. But as you both stood there for only a moment before the rest of the North would wake and join, Jon pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Letting it linger before beckoning you to follow him, saying he needs to make sure you eat now or else you would forget by the time you all set sail.
It was during the course of the day that you recalled the last time you had such a shockingly vivid dream. It was that final one you had over a year ago, which felt more like a vivid warning then a random assortment of images in your sleep.
It felt just like the ominous dream you had, right before you and Robb left for the Twins.
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"Everyone Loves Sylvie"
A Sylvie/Loki Drabble
Oh no, Sylvie can't find the perfect place to have her perfect wedding! Just another wacky day in the life of the MCU's Strongest Woman...or is it?
Pairing: Sylki
Content Warning: Sylvie may not be awesome enough in this, I tried!
Word Count: a number
Optional Reader Participation: Every time an asterisk (*) appears, play THIS SOUND BITE
Mrs. Anita Aycock was doing everything she could to keep her calm around the irritable woman throwing brochures and paperweights, but my god was she putting a new definition on the term 'Bridezilla.'
"I don't understand it!" Sylvie said, flailing and pacing about the small, white office. "Why can't we have it at the park? Is it because they're afraid I'll do something incredibly strong and amazing in front of their oppressed human faces?" *
Mrs. Aycock shook her head. "Because your marriage is illegal in all fifty states." *
Sylvie's jaw dropped. "I resent that! How so?"
Mrs. Aycock began awkwardly fiddling with the long string of pearls about her neck. "Genetically you are...kind of the same and also not? Like, you're somehow both cousins and twins? We're pretty sure any offspring you have will need an exorcism at birth." *
Sylvie drew her sword and pointed it at Mrs. Aycock's skinny, wrinkly, not-powerful human throat. "I will turn you into a shish kabob if you don't schedule my wedding for the park!"
The woman had dealt with more evil, entitled, barking she-devils in her career than a Hollywood publicist. "Jesus, this is getting convoluted! The President said NO and that is FINAL!" *
Sylvie smirked. She'd managed to waste five minutes of the President's life while insisting that he burn the city down for refusing to allow two of the same person to marry one another. He responded by putting her name on an FBI Top Priority Threat list and telling her to get a dildo.
She was so awesome.
"Loki!" Sylvie huffed. "Have you NOTHING to say?"
"Well--"
"--shut up, Loki!"
Loki shrugged. "Yes, dear. I love you."
She smiled blandly, pretending to have an emotion. "Thanks. I love me too." *
The wedding planner needed a drink, or ten. "How about Alabama? They let anything get married down there!" *
Loki knitted his eyebrow.
"Shut up, Loki!" said Sylvie.
"I didn't even say anything this time!" *
Sylvie put her sword back into the sheath at her hip. "Call him for me," she demanded.
The wedding planner looked as confused as she was frightened for her life. "Who?"
"Al! This Bama Man, call him at once, if he is the only one with the sense to allow me to take ownership--"
"--marry--"
"--do you not know who I am?" asked Sylvie incredulously. "I am a modern woman-hero written by the Disney Corporation! We have NO feelings, NO flaws, and NO need for men! We don't need to train, or understand, or think we could ever be wrong! We' all emerge from the forehead of Zeus full-armored and ready to bust all the balls!" She stood on the table in exaggerated pose, while Ms. Aycock kneeled and kowtowed, her heart instantly changed.
"Truly you are the Son of God!" *
Out on the street, Sylvie walked tall and alert, while Loki minded the mandated seven-and-five-eighths-paces behind and kept his head down. Everything was going her way...but it wasn't going her way enough.
"LOKI!" She called suddenly, causing Loki to accidentally take an extra step forward.
"Yes, Sylvie?" he asked hesitantly.
"I want to stab something." She called, briskly walking ahead and not looking in the direction she was going.
"But my leg still hasn't healed--"
"Not you!" she said angrily, shoving a homeless toddler standing nearby. The lightweight lad careened across the sidewalk and landed in a garbage bin full of medical waste.
"Wow, that Sylvie is such a brave woman!" said the child's mother. *
The three-year-old's head popped up from the dumpster, a used cannula draped over his head. "I wanna be her when I grow up...if I live that long!" *
Sylvie was still stomping angrily into the street, sword out again, when a large black van nearly hit her, daring to go two miles over the speed limit, and running through a green light.
A young man of about 25 leaned out the driver's side window. "I'm so sorry, ma'am! I hope you're okay! The walk light wasn't triggered, and--"
She in her infinite heroic courage did not scream or weep. While the driver was asking for the state of her wellbeing, if he did, in fact, graze her, she drew the sword and impaled the front tire with it. It popped with a loud sound, and the air leaking from it made a high-pitched whistle. *
"LADY! What the hell?! I was going to the hospital!"
A woman leaned out the passenger window. "I'm in labor! I can feel his head crowning..."
Sylvie came around the other side and slapped the pregnant woman in the face. A loud baby's cry suddenly filled the car. *
"Oh! Honey!" the mother's mood suddenly changed as she held her beautiful newborn six-month-old. "Look what Sylvie gave us! Sylvie gave birth to our son!" *
The man looked straight ahead and questioned the validity of his existence.
Everyone on the street began laughing and clapping as Sylvie stood there, silent and proud, having saved the day again...somehow. Loki came up behind her with a lovesick grin, putting a leather dog collar around his neck and holding the leash out to his lady-half. "You're so amazing, saving the day again without doing anything introspective or civilized! Oh, look! Everyone loves you, Sylvie!"
Sylvie looked directly into the camera and smiled.
"I know, I love me too!" *
Happy nothing-special-about-the-date-today!
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Ok so imagine the Spider people seeing SpiderPool Reader fight and his using subtitles and speech and thought bubbles as weapons but to them his pulling out words out of thin air
Gwen: what the-??!
Y/N, the Spideypool, pulls a giant thought bubble out of thin air...
Spider-Ham: dude, I maybe a cartoon but even that's too wacky!
Y/N: blame my dad, the Merc with a Mouth! Oh hi Mom!
Peter B Parker tries to hide his face...
Peter B: i wish he'd stop calling me that. I'm not his mother!
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Looping lava lamp animation on blank blinkies and 88x31 buttons. Tried making some more wacky pastel color combinations with these ones. Groovy. Use them as a base, edit them, or do whatever you want. No credit needed.
#blinkies#custom blinkies#88x31#web graphics#webcore#old internet#old web#base#resources#neocities#lava lamp#pixel#eyestrain#flashing gif#not wizardly#my stuff
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