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rise-my-angel · 1 year ago

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Heart of the Great Wolf

Fresh Heals of Old Pain

Pairing: Jon Snow x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 21.7k

Warnings: angst/hurt comfort, references to past sexual abuse, insecurities and trauma exploration, encouragment of cheating/infidelity, commuication failures, unhealthy alcohol consumption, smut, car sex, exhibitionism, oral (f receiving), p in v

Notes: A continuation of my modern!au 'Woes of a Modern Day Love' References to that will be present, but reading that to understand this are not necessary. Previous Installment Here, Series Masterlist Here

If one was to ask him how felt with every ounce of honesty in his chest, Jon Snow would’ve said that sitting there felt akin to a death sentence. As if things were not yet bad enough, the coming company had made complaints that it was going to be far too cold for the approaching party and thus the temperature all throughout the buildings of Castle Black were warm. Far too warm for a group full of men dressed in black uniforms, some made with fine leathers. Then there had been the humiliating act of having to store away all of their weapons as if they were children, as the newcomer did not appreciate strangers yielding weaponry in their presence.

Then came the rules, don’t ask this, don’t speak unless spoken to, don’t step out of line, don’t mention this or that, most of all as Lord Commander Mormont had put it, “The Nights Watch has traditionally been an ancient order sworn, steering clear of the politics of the Seven Kingdoms, and so for these next coming weeks, we will uphold that no matter how much you hate doing it. I don’t care what any of you do or say at home, just don’t do it here.” That had a number of eyes looking between one another.

Before at least Edd had spoken up from where he sat next to Jon with his usual low, and unserious droll. “You planning on leading by example on that one, Lord Commander?” Most of the brothers all chuckled, the Old Bear himself included.

Affirming that he was, but not without a clarification to set the record straight. “I’m not saying that we are going to lick their boots, but be on your best behaviour. We are not allowing them here to make friends, only avoid making an enemy. One week, don’t do anything stupid and it’ll all be over with.”

Still Jon thought, this was an unfair and cruel way to die. Or at least it had felt like he was dying for hours now. His phone going off when it was still dark out this morning, saying that he needed to come in for this meeting, and Jon had all but snapped at the caller with a rough tone husking out in a very impatient anger of what they wanted without even looking at the number. It could only have been a call to come in, vibrating against his night side table over and over and Jon had been unreasonably angry about having to answer it, let alone get up then and there to come in.

Jon had just managed to kiss a path down to drink between your legs, the hope you would wake up just before he would make you cum, when he was told to come in. For this of all meetings.

Finally though, as the meeting dissipated, Jon found himself now in the kitchens by the mostly empty dining hall waiting for the inevitable approach of one of his brothers coming to ask what had him so worked up. He knew his face sat in a permanent scowl the whole morning, and as he grabbed the coffee only lukewarm left did each action have him slamming something either back into place or onto the counter.

He had not supposed to be here today, it was all planned out to not be here. If staying here in the temporary quiet in the kitchens, Jon might be able to have closed his eyes and gone back to the night before. Jon had finally convinced you to come out with him to meet some of his friends from North of the Wall. You had avoided it for weeks, saying that you weren’t sure you were the right person to fit in with them, only for Jon to argue that most of them all hated his guts for years. “If they like me now after all that, they’ll love you right away.”

The nerves had gotten to you, on the drive to the bar Tormund had told Jon they would all meet at, you had been rather quiet. Fingertips tapping against the side of the car your hand rested on with an incessant pattern, each time Jon would glance to you when he knew you didn’t know he was looking you’d have that tense clench in your jaw as if you were biting down hard on your tongue. Which Jon knew you probably were. More then once you had not so subtly glanced down to your clothes or eyes flickering to the side mirrors as if to judge how you had looked again.

Jon didn’t blame you though, it hadn’t exactly been very long. Jon had known you for so many years, since you were children, but this between you was incredibly new in comparison. You had struggled to adjust to being in a relationship with Jon more then he’d seen you struggle to get used to any of the vile men you dated before. So often when alone with him you seemed as if you were unsure how to act at times, and you apologized more then he’s ever heard someone in his life.

Maybe if he was only taking you to see the others you already knew, you’d be more at ease. You knew Grenn and Pyp, you knew Edd and Sam, and of course if Sam had been there so would Gilly and you’d have at least one person more like you to relax with. But as much as the free folk Jon knew wanted to meet you already, Jon knew you did not have a great history with spending time with the friends of men in the Nights Watch. It felt a lifetime ago the day Jon had picked you up from Karl Tanners house and finally brought you home, when not even a year had passed. It had been only three months since the incident with Ramsay Bolton, and only now coming close to a month and a half since you had been with Jon.

But you had nothing to be nervous about, and he loved watching why.

For a while he had watched you across the room with Karsi and a few others. Them showing you a quite unorthodox version of billiards that had you laughing along with them at how aggressive the competition had gotten. During dinner Tormund had been quick to throw teases and jesting insults your way to test how well you could withstand it and you had hurled them right back with an even dryer tone of voice with ease.

Jon and him had been sitting at the table still, drinks in hand as they discussed you. Having mentioned to them the ex boyfriends you used to have, Tormund now that you were away begun to pry most of the details from him. “Oh I knew Tanner. Little fucker he is. Wouldn’t surprise me if he shared her around to those other creeps who were always with him. What was it, Locke and...” Gesturing vaguely in the air reaching in his memory. “You know, the one with the face like a ball sack.”

“Rast.”

Snapping his fingers, Tormund got back around. “Thats the one.” Asking in a low roughness, Jon asked what he meant by share and Tormunds answer had only made Jons hands clench tight enough one could see the strain in his knuckles. “Would pass around our women when they used to come into our territory, and those were all women who could fight back men like that. Can’t imagine she has any size to fight back if Tanner would tell her to get on her knees for his friends-” Jon interrupted with a gruff warning of his name but Tormund passed by it, “You asked what I meant. I told you.”

Only quiet for a second before Jon gritted out, “If he did that to her, why wouldn’t she tell me about it?”

But it was not Tormund who answered. You still over with a few of the others, Karsi had come over obviously hearing the ends of the discussion. “Why would she?” Sitting down, she nodded to the barmen giving her an asking look of wanting another ale, before looking back to Jon. “Her last man knocked her around in the same house as you and she took off for days to avoid talking about it. Do you really think she is going to now admit even worse shit happened to her when she lived hours away from you?”

Jons eyes glanced back over to you, still blissfully unaware of the conversation he was having. The alcohol in your system had given you a buzz, allowing you the freedom and a lack of insecurity to laugh and smile more. Rasping out somewhat muffled into taking sip, “I’m not talking about this anymore.” Both Karsi and Tormund had asked why, and Jon had just slammed the drink down as he pushed himself up without another word. Knowing at least, these people of anyone took no offence to his sudden turn.

He had come up behind you, his hands pulling you back into him by your hips as he leaned down to your ear. Saying he wanted to head home while he was still sober enough to drive you. In reality, by the time Jon had gotten out of the parking lot, he had found a dark side dirt road to pull to the side off before all but dragging you into his lap.

Jon hadn’t asked you about what Tormund or Karsi put in his head, all he could focus on in that moment the second he turned to glance at you was how men like Ramsay and Tanner had no right treating you anywhere close to that way. Jon had only been with you for a little over a month, and even though he had known you most of his life, he knew it was way too soon to tell you he loves you. But that hadn’t meant Jon didn’t pull over almost right away, drag you onto his lap and steal every bit of air in your lungs with his kiss.

The moment you had turned to ask him if somewhat was wrong, did Jon lean over and drag your lips to his. Not sparing a moment, you held onto him as he deepened his kiss without thought. Biting at your lips and sliding his tongue inside your mouth the moment you had gasped at the feeling. Pulling back to just your lips, teeth, tongue all over again, different patterns and lengths of time until you nearly gasped desperate for air as he just barley pulled from your lips. Moving everything from the way in a second, the moment there was room for you, did Jon nearly lunge over and haul you over onto his lap.

Cupping the back of your neck to kiss you again, your hands reached around the back of his neck, only able to hold onto the ride, knowing you couldn’t even move if not his will. Only one hand needed to pull his cock out, already hard and thick, Jon also then pulled from your lips. Looking down to pull up the skirt of your dress enough and almost angrily tore at your underwear until it was in tatters at the bottom of his front seat.

Jons car was not a place he was good at taking his time, and he knew it. Sinking you down on his cock, Jon groaned deeply as you cried out. He was not kind, moving you as if against your will, you held on. Being bounced on his thick length, you were ruining him. Only tiny little sounds coming from you over and over unable to keep your eyes open as Jon felt angry he couldn't watch himself sink inside of you.

Slowing enough, Jon took over. Yanking your shirt up and off your chest, leaving your breasts out for him as he grabbed your hips again. That time, you both knew with your own embarrassment, Jon was watching your breasts as he bounced you on his cock. You were soaking and warm and so tight around him, each clench making it worse, having to fuck up into your harder.

Murmuring in a low rasp as his hands dragged you up and down his length that he wanted to try something new, he wanted to wake you up with his mouth. You had asked breathlessly if he meant the next morning and Jon had rasped out, “Any morning.” You had dropped your head into his shoulder with such a shy nod it had him throbbing inside of you, and Jon pulled you back to his lips knowing he was going to make you cum as he tasted you to wake you up come sunrise.

Your orgasm shattered around you, holding tightly onto him as he fucked you through it, but something in Jons mind through the alcohol in both your systems had snapped. Pulling you from his kiss, Jon looked you up and down. “Lay down.” A breathless ask of what, Jon was almost looking in an anger with his sternness. “In the back, you’re going to lay out for me.”

Pulling you off of him, Jon ensured you carefully without hurting yourself could climb into the back seat before he tucked himself back. Leaving the car with a rough slam of his door, Jons eyes scoured the no one going by, and thought, even if they did, let them look.

Opening the back door, Jon had spared no time in pulling your skirt right off of you as you gasped in suprise. Leaving you bare in his back seat, Jon climbed up over you, slamming and locking the door behind him. A look up the other doors too were locked. There was so little room back here but thats what he wanted. He wanted to have you close and warm against him, even moreso with your bare form below against him fully dressed.

Kissing you again, your hands wound around his neck and holding onto his hair, Jon biting roughly at your bottom lip before shifting slightly. Partially on the ground Jon yanked your leg open wide. Kissing from your calf up to your knee and growing greedy and almost sloppy as his lips dragged up your thigh. Dark eyes watching yours the whole time before he had you out on an obscene display in his car for him. Mouth feasting upon your cunt with a greed, tongue against your clit before sucking the bundle of nerves with such a sudden roughness that you were utterly soaking his mouth already. Out of nowhere Jon dragged an orgasm from you, sinking down more to drink deep from you, a growl in his chest as you came on his tongue. One to the next his mouth brought you too before as you just barley were to cum again he tore his mouth from you.

Your eyes still closed barley catching your breath did Jon pull his cock back out as it strained painful confined against his jeans. Moving again to hover over you, yanking a thigh high up in his hip did Jon run his thumb tight over your clit, rasping roughly as he stared at your eyes barley able to even meet his in the moonlight. “Come on, darling, come on.” Just as your orgasm waved over you, did Jon sink inside of you.

In truth, it took not long for him to follow. A fast pace he couldn’t possibly keep up when you both were this worked up and not sober, but he was rough. No doubt leaving a sting between your legs as the car echoed every sound back to your ears of your cries and his grunts, and fully dressed his clothes scratched at your inner thighs. Pounding so deeply inside, truly Jon had spilled inside of you before he knew it.

Roughly kissing you all the while his hips sunk again and again into yours as he came. By the time Jon got you home, he had fallen asleep unable to let the ecstatic feeling leave his bones, that when he woke up first the next morning, Jon was going to kiss down your body, spread your legs again and drink deeply from your cunt until you woke up, and only then when you came for him awake would Jon sink inside you all over again.

Instead he was here, at the Wall in the now too hot building as every taste of the coffee he drank almost was bitter in comparison to what he truly had wanted that morning and it only made him more angry. The reasons why unknown, but even the Old Bear had picked up on his tenseness. “I’ve never quite seen anyone treat that coffee maker like they hate it as much as you do, Snow.”

A harsh swallow to finish what was left in his mug, he sat it down with a clench back in his jaw. “I apologize-”

“Don’t apologize to me. Apologize to your future paycheck that will be taken out of to pay for a new one if you break the damn thing.” Barley a half smirk came across his face, and luckily, the man was smart enough when not to press Jon when this in a mood.

He had the option to leave, approaching his desk Jon considered he idea of going home now very tempting, knowing he’d have you alone for hours. But when he had gotten to his desk, computer off, Jon had glanced to his phone and saw nothing from you yet. Normally when he left you a note if he left earlier then you woke up, you’d text him your response so he knows you read it. Nothing. It was nearly noon, you’d be awake no doubt. But he had nothing. You had posted nothing anywhere either, normally at least replying to someone’s post online out of the hundreds of people you seemed to know. And when he texted you twice, you still didn’t respond.

So Jon turned his computer on, he’d write his report until you did and then he’d finally head out to his car. Or that was his plan. Opening up his browser though, the news story posted all over the main page told him exactly why you didn’t respond, and he felt a dread at not having put it together before. If he wasn’t looking forward to the so called “guest” coming to visit Castle Black before, he certainly was looking forward to it even less now. He knew who was visiting here, but not why they were in Westeros, until now.

“Daenerys Targaryean lands in Westeros, the first challenge against House Baratheon’s governance in three hundred years.”

Pulling into the driveway, the moment Jon stepped from the car did Ghost come barrelling his way. Knocking him nearly over with his enthusiasm as he kneeled down, hands running over his white fur with an affection shining in his eyes and smile. “I know. I missed you too, boy.” Standing up, Jon glanced up to where he could see your window from the side of the house. Your light off, but he knew Robb and Theon weren’t back yet either. Looking down with your name on his lips Jon asked, “Where is she?”

That was when a small whine left the direwolf as Jon nodded for him to show where you were. Out by the back of the property, there was a variety of spaces laid out as if once a great courtyard of a grander manor now split into many buildings and homes. Right up by a cliffside against a path leading up to the wolfswood was a small sitting area not often used by any of the Starks on a normal basis. Too far from either the main family home, or the smaller more apartment style home that he and his brother, and Theon all lived in.

But he could see you over there not even sitting. Pacing back and forth as he could tell you were on the phone and likely had been for a while. He could hear an echo of your voice from where he stood, and you clearly sounded stressed. Were you to have two hands free instead of one he knew you’d be gesturing vaguely all over as if to emphasize whatever point you were arguing. Catching the tail end of something as you had yelled in a frustration, “I don’t care what you think, Joffery. You’ve never taken it seriously-”

Jon looked down to Ghost, whose red eyes gazed up to meet as both wolves felt the worry in how worked up you were but he wasn’t sure interrupting you was a good idea. The feeling in him to go over to you, pull you to him and help you relax was so painfully strong, as was the burning need in his system to finish what you didn’t even yet know he started that morning. His mouth could water thinking about your taste and the longer he watched you not having it the worse that need got.

Beckoning Ghost to follow, he went inside. One by one those whom came inside did not really help the tense feeling in the air. The first was Robb, all but slamming the door behind him and disappearing without even realizing Jon was there into his room, where he heard his phone go off likely as it had been all day. Theon followed next, an agitation in his shoulders but at least he had made his way into the main room after grabbing a much needed drink.

Sighing as he fell down into his own seat, grumbling as he let his head fall back and close his eyes, running his free hand over it. “You’re lucky to be in the Nights Watch. Not having to deal with shit like this.” Still feeling somewhat out of the loop in general, Jon prompted Theon to elaborate.

The mans head shooting up at the sound of the front door opening and closing, Jon not far from where he sat ready to jump up needing to have you to himself for even just a moment. Only you were much like Robb, finding your way into your room with a firm close of your door, within seconds the likely sounds of you on the phone once more muffled to Jons ears.

The urge to look unbelievably grumpy about it was an immense feeling to swallow down.

Theon finally elaborated a little now that the door slamming seemed to have ceased. “You heard about the Targaryean?” Jon nodded. “Apparently she’s been building her case over in Essos about why she should have the right to come here and take back her families seat. Someone forgot to tell her after three hundred years, it isn’t your seat anymore. And now-”

Jon was short and a bit quiet, “Now shes coming here.” Theon asking how Jon knew that, the dreading look came over him too. “She’s coming to the Wall. Apparently her advisor has a connection to Lord Commander Mormont and so he’s bringing her up there to try and start her campaign in an easy spot.”

Both men looked at each other in a knowing. “How long is she up there?” Answering a week, Theon whistled out as he looked away. “Don’t know if I should envy you then. Having to put up with some entitled diplomat for an entire week, or just having to handle the fallout she’s causing the rest of us.”

Back and forth they went over details when the discussion finally came around to them. “Robb’s got pretty much all of your fathers work on his plate out of nowhere and every other bloody House in the North is either calling him or your father about her coming here.” Jon asking your name, but he knew the answer already. “If your last name is Baratheon, then you were all but dragged into the family business all over again.”

You had begun working from home to avoid being part of your uncle and fathers political jobs, but judging by how stressed you looked from what little he saw of you, they had forced your hand into getting involved. By the time Robb had emerged, he looked less irritated and only exhausted now. A hand patting against Jons shoulder before his brother sat on the other side of the couch. “Hope you’ve enjoyed your one month with her, Snow. At this rate, I wouldn’t be surprised if her father and uncle drag her all the way back to Kings Landing for this one.”

Jons eyes only flew to the hall he knew you were in, even though the door couldn’t be seen from where he sat. Robb said it as a joke, but Jons eyes went a bit wider as his heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t leave now, he had just gotten you. You had only started to find a life again, you had just met some of his friends. Jon felt something he wasn’t able to yet identify as panic. This was too new to survive you going so far away for so long. You’d leave him and not want him when you got back.

It didn’t get any better by the time Jon went to bed. You had passed out exhausted in your room. Not his. Jon sat at his desk just looking at his bed, at your side of the bed. Since that first morning you shared together, you had slept in his room, in his arms every single night. At this time the night before, Jon had you in his lap in his car. Your perfect high pitched yet shy pleads of his name in his ear as your hands grasped him desperately. Two hands gripping your hips so tightly as Jon struggled not to fuck up into you even rougher then he was bouncing you on his cock. Finally moving you to lay out in the back seat so he could fuck you properly. Hitch your leg up on his hip and pound into.

Yet here he sat in his own room, nothing close to that. It would be inappropriate to join you in your bed already. He had given you his office so you had privacy, and going into your room to carry you to his would be equally as inappropriate when you hadn’t even expressed want to. So Jon went to bed alone that night.

And again for three nights afterwards.

You were more tired then you’d been in months. Every single night your family had all been in touch as you suddenly had been dragged back into these affairs. Your father stating, “I did not bring you to Kings Landing for a wasted education.” Not at all acknowledging that you did not ask for the courses, nor did you want to choose them for yourself. If he had his way you would move back to the captiol and utilize your business education. Instead you met him halfway, each morning sending someone to come pick you up and meeting at one of the many buildings between Winterfell and Moat Cailin, you now sitting around the meeting table growing closer and closer to two options.

Falling asleep where you sat, or throwing something at Jofferys head. Your cousin only served to make all of this far worse, considering you had wanted nothing to do with this in the first place. You had done everything to move away from the politics of your family, but your uncle and father both had determined that all of you needed to be working as a unit on this campaign. Joffery across from you had spoken up rather loudly, “She has no right to come here and make stupid claims. Who does she think she is?”

Glaring your eyes up to him, your voice was as dry as the heaviness of it was laced with condescension. “We went over this the other day, but allow me to explain it again. She’s essentially utilizing a very old law she dug from hundreds and hundreds of years ago about lines of succession. Now, the law was never written to be more explicit about our present governance, as it was still a matter of monarchy then, but she seems to think if she can sway enough people to her side that perhaps it will grant her the authority of your fathers seat.”

Asking if that would work, Renly had the easy answer without the attitude you provided. “It could, if it were hundreds of years ago and we all still had armies made up of knights and horses.” A back and forth begun around you, as your eyes once more begged to close. Three nights in a row you had passed out at your desk, the night before that you had sat down to finally peel your boots off and the next thing you knew you were being awoken before dawn to a phone call from your fathers driver informing him he was there to pick you up. Most of the past nights you hadn’t even returned home until the three of them were asleep.

It was depressing, utterly depressing. Anyone whose last name wasn’t Baratheon you hadn’t even spoken too since the news broke. Your father stood at the head of the table, seemingly none to happy he had his repulsive nephew being tagged onto his side but you could only think that was such form of punishment for forcing you to take a leave from your job for this. Being informed that you and Renly both were to be in charge of Public Relations, you being the one to gather the information and Renly to enact plans to keep up the best appearances possible.

Though if you were being completely honest with yourself, you would have admitted that the moment the meeting finished you had been the first to leave without any goodbyes knowing your father was not yet done with you. You knew what was coming, him saying you were to return to Kings Landing but you were not ready for that.

You were not strong willed enough to defy your fathers orders so blatantly, so you were quick in avoiding being given them in the first place. You didn’t want to go back to that rats nest of a captiol, you hated living there and everyone in it. You wanted to stay in the North. Yet, something even more upsetting brewed deep in your heart at the thought of what would happen should you leave now.

Everything between Jon and yourself was still incredibly new, if you left now, it was early enough that he may simply move on without you there. It had been days since you saw or spoke to him already. Making your way down the steps of the building you resisted the urge to look at your phone. You’d see missed calls and email after email, messages between you and Robb as he was as flooded with work over this as you, as well as a few from Theon. You wondered if you would check and still had none from Jon, what did that mean going forward?

You didn’t know for sure whose voice it was the thought spoke in, but someone in your mind was simply telling you that Jon had gotten bored of you. Which of course he had, afterall twice you had boyfriends to drill into your head that you weren’t a “good lay” let alone even something worth looking at.

The longer away from him your family would keep you, how quick would it take for him to find someone new?

Jon was so vastly uncomfortable. She had arrived with a numerous amount of guard, all but demanded attention anytime she was in the room and none of them it seemed could say no to what she asked of them. The Targaryean had a way about her that to Jon, came off as rude and smug. Always feeling the need to interject whenever she disagreed on something as if her opinion had any bearing of any present matter but the Old Bear had said to be respectful.

More then once though since she had arrived at the Wall, had this Daenerys watched him. Most of the time from across the room as he had more then enough duties to keep him busy the entire day but she’d walk into a room and seek him out as he avoided her gaze. The first she had ever spoken to him, she had been left in the room by the advisor at her side being pulled away to another room for a moment when she begun walking.

Jon was keenly aware she had been nearing his desk, and more tense his shoulders grew trying to focus on the work in front of him. If she thought he hadn’t noticed she was incorrect. Even were Jon not someone who was always atune to his surroundings, if he couldn’t simply sense she was there, the abnormally immaculate manner of dress gave it away. He wasn’t quite sure where she thought she had come to, if she thought this level of ornate designs and style was at all fitting.

“I don’t believe we have met yet.”

Play nice, Jon told himself. Mormont had said to play nice. Turning to glance up at her, Jon only gruffed out a short “No.” A very awkward pause passed consisting of Jon returning to his work when she had asked if he planned on introducing himself. “Jon Snow.”

There was an authority in her tone, almost as if to say in silence he not refuse her. “And what it is you are currently doing, Jon Snow?” Eyes flickering to her and the computer, Jon somewhat turned so he at least partially faced her when she had come rather close.

Clearing his throat, Jons eyes turned back to the screen. Missing the hint of a smirk shining in her eyes. “It’s a trade agreement outline. The Nights Watch receives a certain amount of resources, and we have a trade deal with the free folk so to ensure enough goods are passed onto them that are harder to come by North of the Wall.” Asking him what sort of goods, “Medicine and medical devices are most common.”

It was an odd thing, that her eyes seemed to be on the screen but yet as Jon spoke they had flickered down to his desk for only a moment. Without his notice, Jons phone sat out had lit up as a new message came through. All of his message notifications were set to private as so wandering eyes could not just read what any sent him, but it still popped up enough that Jons lock screen was clear as day.

The photo was a rare one he had managed to capture only weeks ago. He had laid you out on his bed, your hair splayed across his sheets beautifully as Jon was partially hovering over your front, one hand pressed to the sheets to prop himself up. The other cupping your cheek as he had angled you up to is lips. He had it set to take many in a short span of time, and the perfect one he chose was beautiful to him.

Just the hint of Ghost laying beside you as his head had moved to rest on your stomach, your own hands gently grasping at Jons waist. It was not the kiss the photo showed, but in the mere second Jon had pulled away, still so close the faint silhouette trace of a strand of saliva connected between you both was just visible if one looked hard enough. You both were fully dressed but it was one of the most intimate photos he felt he had of you.

Agreeing to let him set his phone camera up just for this moment, and the one he chose was right as he pulled from your lips after getting too carried away. Your lips clearly a bit swollen from where he had bit at your bottom one with a roughness.

There was no mistakening the dynamic between him and you in the photo, but he had never thought of people seeing it. It wouldn’t matter who saw it. Until it did. Until a pair of purple eyes glanced down and in the seconds his phone remained lit, had recognized the other person in the photo.

It was that very phone Jon was currently toying with. Typing and deleting each and every message he tried to think of in a way that didn’t sound as if he was being far too possessive. He had wanted to hear from you, he wanted to see you, even just in a photo of whatever you were doing right now. He needed to have anything from you because he was worried but each time he tried to phrase it, it sounded as if he was trying to order you around.

A cawing from above dragged Jons eyes up, a narrowed squint in the sun at the sight of the large, exotic birds now making their home in the skies above his station. She had brought them over from Essos, apparently not aware that their feeding needs were a drain on their food resources with no offer to make up for it. But it all felt lackluster to Jon. You had slept in the apartment every night for days but you may as well have been gone from Jons life.

Robb had said you were being kept busy handling issues having arisen from the very woman walking about his station with her unnerving watchful eyes towards him. It was rare part of Jon wished he followed Robb and Theon into the familys work. They at least partially got to keep in touch with you, whereas whenever Jon was on duty he was isolated here with no way of reaching out to you if you were too busy.

Four days he hadn’t seen you and he missed you. He wanted to see your beautiful face again, hear your voice murmuring quietly as you both laid facing one another in his bed right before Jon would decide he wanted to take you one more time. Gods did he miss that. As if the interruption that morning had set him on edge. He wanted you in his arms, to kiss you until you would whine at how much he refused to let you breath. He needed to pry your legs open and drink from you for so long you’d forget anything not his touch. And right when he was finished, would Jon finally slide inside of you, knowing you’d be so sensitive by then.

Sex was never really important to Jon before you, but now it felt as if it was the easiest way Jon and you could open up to one another. You gave yourself to him as much as he did you, and all of your uncertainties or insecurities were gone when he had you like that. Jon missed the feeling so pure in his heart that he’d struggle to withhold his desire to tell you how much he loves you. He missed all of it, and the voice which joined him did not add well to his agitated state.

“Wonderful aren’t they?” Coming up to his side she braced her hands on the railing to the point Jon couldn’t help but notice how close she stood. Gazing up at the birds she continued as if Jon said anything. “In Essos they say these are the last living descendants of the dragons of Valyria.” One separated from the other two, more blueish in colour and strange looking like the others as if covered in scales. “That one is Rhaegal. I named him for my eldest brother. That one too, the small one. Viserion, I named after my other brother once he passed.” Jon only giving an apology for it as she only seemed to smile to the sky. “The last one with the black colouring, Drogon. Named after my late husband.”

Again, what Jon could say was very little. “I’m sorry. Losing your partner couldn’t have been easy.”

Inhaling with more of a knowing smirk. She only replied in a tone suggesting something Jon had yet to pick up on. “I appreciate your kindness. But it was some years ago now. Eventually we all move on from the ones we love, finding it somewhere else we don’t expect.” Her eyes which Jon did notice, looked down to his phone first and then him. “I was considering taking a walk up above on the Wall, I would be grateful to have someone to knows their way around.”

Jon tensed up, and if she sensed it, she clearly did not care. “It’s a straight path one end to the other, I’m sure your guard can manage.” Yet she persisted.

“I could speak to your Lord Commander about requesting an escort, but since you are already right here and clearly not doing anything.” She didn’t need to finish her sentence. Her eyes glanced to his phone once more before Jon relented. Were she to go to Mormont, he’d assign Jon anyways he already knew. There was no point in delaying it.

More then once when she would wish to step closer to the open gaps, as if he should’ve already known better, she would extend her hand out as if needing him to guide her up the small steps and back down. The smile each time Jon continued to not enjoy, but he had to only get through this day and it would be over.

Only it went on and on. Daenerys found every reason to force Jon to her side and considering his position, no one questioned it. He was second in command next to Mormont so it made sense that he would be showing her around. Only a willing guide may have looked far less on edge then Jon had.

By the time he had walked into the main building the next morning however, Mormont informed him that she had requested he be her personal guide the remainder of her visit as she travelled also to the Shadow Tower and Eastwatch by the Sea. “It will be a week long trip, and you will receive a fortnight off afterwards to make up for it.”

Yet Jon could sense there was something else coming, if by the way Alliser Thorne were looking at him with eyes amused in a maliciousness. Before Jons dreading heart even had the chance to ask, did the man answer for him. “You will be with her day and night until she returns.”

Quickly Jon felt his heart begin to beat a little more painfully, his voice a strained rasp as he attempted to hide such a feeling behind a sternness that no doubt was not bought. “Lord Commander, I’m not comfortable with-”

And yet, the Old Bear did what he did best. Shut things down to get to the point. “I don’t care if you’re comfortable. I care about playing nice with a politician long enough to get her out of our hair. I suggest you go home now to pack whatever you may need, she wants to begin her tour as soon as she arrives. You’ll be fine, she’s taken a liking to you.”

What protest could Jon give, this was his duty. He knew whatever he said would not be convincing but he had to try anyways. “That’s my problem, Lord Commander. I’m not the right person for this, I have a-” He couldn’t even get out the word girlfriend before Thorne had picked it up and thrown him right out the door metaphorically.

“Unless she’s your wife, it isn’t serious enough to get out of this.” Jon could feel his muscles twitch wanting to say something, anything to change their minds. But they dismissed him before he could come up with it.

Gathering his jacket he had just sat at his desk, he looked up to Sam having just arrived. Swallowing down a heaviness in his throat that he could not allow to come out here of all places. “What’s wrong with you?”

Wide eyes forcing into a furrowed brow to pack his stuff that he may need from here. “Mormont has me bringing Daenerys around the Wall for the week to show her around.” Sam didn’t quite pick it up at first why it would make Jon this on edge, even asking as such what the problem was when Jons head shot up looking with a glare, and an exasperation in his voice. “What’s the problem? I can’t get this woman to leave me alone since she’s been here, she wants me at her side all the time and on top of that beacuse she’s even here, I haven’t seen or heard from my own girlfriend in days because it’s kept her so busy. And now I have to spend an entire week with her away from my girl, because she couldn’t just pick any other man in this building.”

Almost taken back, Sam let Jons anger steam until he stood up ready to leave, a defeated look coming more back into his wider eyes now as his breathing returned to normal. Your name passed from his lips, only straining Jons heart more. “You didn’t ask for this, I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Morose was the only thing Sam would be able to ascribe to Jons tone. “She’ll understand, just not in the way I want her to.” Before any other words could be shared, Jon adjusted the hold on his jacket before passing Sam with a tap on the arm. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I need to grab Longclaw and go pack.”

Not that Jon had known it, but it wasn’t much later when the Targaryean in question had arrived. Sam had an advantage, he was always looked over as the fat one and thus some people in power tended to underestimate him. In the dining hall, Sam had been leaving to drop something off to Pyp when he heard Jons name. Looking up subtly, he saw the Targaryean speaking to her assistant. Their appearances vastly different, her silver hair and pale skin with dark clothes contrasted to the other womans appearance entirely. “And you’re sure?”

The other woman nodded. “I am. He has reported that they live in the same home on the Stark property.”

The silver haired Targaryean nodded with a frustrated grimace. “So we won’t be getting anyone in there anytime soon, I imagine. That should be fine for right now. What was it Daario said, that I have a temping way with men?” Both woman laughed almost as if simply sharing gossip. “You watch, my friend. A week with me and maybe I will find out if wolves are as hot blooded as they say.” The other woman asked about you, making Sam feel that much more alert and urgent. “Grey Worm assured me they will be able to keep her busy. That’s one less part of the country to win over if I can take the Starks right out of her hands. You know how these people work, if I can get even one public kiss then that will sway the masses easily.”

The other woman seemed to begun to look not as if she agreed. “I presumed this was about your interest in him alone?”

“I am far more interested in keeping him away from her for the time being then I am anything else. Any other pleasures which may come as a result of the week with him are simply a bonus.” Not even the Targaryeans assistant looked comfortable, but no doubt held back that thought whatsoever.

By then, if they thought Sam was listening they would’ve said something, but they didn’t. He walked right by as the Targaryean gave him no mind. Getting to his desk almost in a rush, Sam looked through his phone only to find that he had no one in his contacts which were of use. Jon wouldn’t pick up before coming back here he knew, but he needed someone to know. Writing a note, Sam looked to Jons desk next to him.

Ruffling through his drawers, Sam could have almost laughed at what he found were he not in a bit of a rush. All well put together, save for his top drawer, with a variety of printed out photos all placed specifically to be seen. Many of he and his siblings and father at various points in their lives all together, one Sam could only guess was from the day Jon first got Ghost, newer ones clearly out far north with the free folk, but two sat right on the top. Ones which Jon would’ve seen each time should he open the drawer.

Both were photos of you and him. The first was before anything happened between you. Sam remembered the story when Jon told it to him one day. Your nameday was coming up and all of your family was going to be in Kings Landing for an event and they had forgotten that you had tried to make plans to have a dinner together with them to celebrate for once. You told Jon about it, he noted almost in passing, and so Jon had gone out of his way.

Calling your work as you hadn’t yet begun working from home, to tell them he needed them to give you at least 4 days off. Managing to talk your superiors way into delegating it a paid leave so it didn’t cut into your actual vacation or sick days. He had brought you out to part of the wolfswood which had cliffs and trails and lakes and rivers for days on end where you’d encounter no one else. A small camping trip just you, Jon, and Ghost. Jon had clearly set his camera up to take the photo automatically. The evening sky against a lake was in the background as you both sat in front of a fire. Ghost lay across your legs, but you sat right back against Jons chest. Your arms hidden by the large sleeves of your sweater, but Jons were wrapped around your front. Both of you in the middle of laughing. And that was before you got together.

The other Sam recognized, it was much like Jons lock screen but from a different time in the photos automatically taken. This one showed Jon hovering over you much more intimately, one hand in your hair behind your head, the other wrapped around your back pulling you up into him. Your hands grasping at his shoulders, but Jon had you firmly trapped against him in what was clearly a passionate kiss. Nothing about it was inappropriate, but to Jon, clearly it felt a photo that was very intimate. He had delegated that drawer to only very important things and rarely did Sam see Jon put things in it, but that was why.

His brothers and sisters, his father, his friends, and you. The most important things and Sam suddenly looked back at where he had known the Targaryean was even if he couldn’t see her. Clearly she knew you in some way, and wanted to take Jon from you. Sam had no doubt Jon would never do anything, but it sounded as if she would try to make something happen between them and he did not know what lengths she may go to to achieve that. So far, she seemed entirely untrustworthy. So as Sam left the note just sticking out enough from that drawer Jons keen eyes would notice it, did Sam too turn his computer on.

He had a lot to write out to Gilly and no patience to type it all on a phone. But if this Targaryean wanted eyes on her and Jon, she too seemed to imply she had eyes watching you. Which means he would need to have someone far less known and far more inconspicuous to help.

Sam could only wonder though, how did you two know each other to the degree she seemed to be planning to seduce your boyfriend into her bed as if to get back at you for something.

It was the worst possible timing. Jon barley managing to pack the basics for a week, distracted the whole time since no one was home when he got back. Writing out a message for Robb, he had put it on the kitchen counter with his bag now sitting on top of the table, with a plan to call you pretty much until he got back to Castle Black to tell you. He didn’t know how he missed it, but it almost startled his heart from his chest when he heard it behind him.

“What’s this?”

Turning around with wide eyes, Jon felt horrible. Not now, he thought. Don’t make him rush out of the door right now for this. Your hands were perched against the empty door frame looking between he and the bag with eyes he could only describe as close to breaking. You looked so exhausted and instantly Jon realized why, you had been sleeping at your desk, only passing out in the middle of working when you couldn’t keep your eyes open. But you either had a small bit today to come home, or Jon hadn’t even realized you were still here when he left, and you just had to be wearing that shirt. His Nights Watch shirt that you looked so beautiful in.

But clearing his throat, Jon felt such guilt in doing this now. “Mormont assigned me a job that will take me away for a week.” Asking if it was north, he felt so much worse. “No, it uh..Daenerys Targaryean has been visiting the Wall..” You didn’t have any change in reaction and Jon knew that was a withholding of dread in your heart. “And she requested me specifically to...accompany her in her tour of the different stations for the week.”

All you said, was a quiet little, “Oh.”

Jon truly hated this, he hadn’t seen you in days but he had to leave now, he was late as it was. “Darling-”

Your interruption was heartbreaking, “No, no. Your duty is important, Jon. I shouldn’t keep you.” Jon knew you wanted him to think you meant keep him waiting, but he had a horrible feeling you really meant something else. Calling your name gently Jon just managed to grasp at your waist to turn you to him.

Looking down at you, he grappled with what time he had. Not enough. “He sprung it on me only this morning. Once I’m back I’ll have a fortnight off though. To make it up to you.”

He knew what this was, and why you said it this way but he was desperate for you to not do this. “There isn’t anything you’d need to make up for with me. I’d never keep you from doing what you want.” Oh he really felt ill, whatever you were thinking was going to happen, he more firmly asked you if you thought he’d do anything like that but your answer was so horrible he felt his heart cracking into pieces. “The last thing I want is for you to feel chained to me.” Pulling away from him, Jon tried and failed to get you to come back close. “Dany is rich and beautiful, you’ll have fun spending time with her. Lost of men always did. I’ve kept enough of your time.”

Jon tried grabbing you and calling your name. Following your retreating figure you closed the door before he could get to you. Mouth slightly agape, Jon felt something truly sickening. Twisting his stomach and rising up to burn away at his heart and lungs. He was going away for a week on a miserable work job, but something about your reaction looked like you knew something he didn’t.

Muttering your name, Jon was alright if you didn’t respond. He just wanted you to hear him. “I love you. I know it’s too soon but..I just need you to know that.” If Jon listened any more closely, he felt a sting behind his eyes at the realization that you hadn’t moved from the door. You likely had your back against it, having slid down to the floor and all Jon could hear was the possibility of you hiding your head in your arms as if trying to smother the want to cry.

Forced to walk out to his car without even having you in his arms for even a moment, Jon sat in the front seat for a moment. Jaw clenched and the sting in his eyes mixing with anger. Every gods forsaken boyfriend you’ve ever had treated you so horribly that just the idea of Jon spending a week with someone like Daenerys Targaryean had you convinced you’d lose him. And worse you didn’t even act like you’d blame him for it.

He was glad no one was around to see the way he threw something harsh into part of the inside of his car in anger. Realizing why this felt so sickening in his heart. You weren’t treating this like something may happen on his work trip away. You were treating this, as if once Jon comes home, he’d be done with you without question.

You were treating this like it was already a breakup.

The constant buzzing around the building was tedious at the best of times. It had been years and years since you worked anywhere near here but you had been thrown right back into it as if you hadn’t purposely left this job. But you were part of the family, and thus you were given no choice. Though in a truth, you knew there were reasons you were more on edge here then usual. You simply had not gone home in many nights. The small couch in what was designated your office again, had housed you as each late night gave you no incentive to wish to go home.

For most of the week you had gone home, Robb had both been a blessing and a companion in misery. He suddenly had his job and his fathers all on his plate as Ned was working directly with Robert. For the first while, Robb had taken up taking you to and from work. Shutting you down when you insisted he not go out of his way, but you knew Robb could see the exhaustion and stress in your eyes clear as day.

At first it was comforting, having someone you’ve known for so much of your life there for you but eventually you stopped wanting it. The closer your father came to telling you he was going to bring you back to Kings Landing the more you started to realize you didn’t know how to say no. So you told Robb you were needed at earlier hours then he’d wake up, and that your father would have a driver bring you home so Robb didn’t have to go out of his way anymore.

And then you stopped going home, and stopped answering Robbs calls and messages. You were going to have to go back alone to Kings Landing soon anyways, you may as well get used to this loneliness now then later. But that wasn’t the only thing keeping you from being home, and you knew Robb had picked up on it too.

Whispers of Daenerys Targaryeans arrival had gotten around and soon followed photos online of interest. She was exactly as you remembered. Her luscious silver hair and immaculate wardrobe, the brightness of her Valyrian beauty something all wanted to catch a glimpse of, but it was never photos of her alone. You recognized what appeared to be a normal entourage of people around her but too was the early talk around her, a so far publically unidentified man close to her side.

The difficulty came though in that you had known you saw pictures like this before. Photos sent to you from a friend whom had seen Ramsay around with a girl named Myranda just like this only to be told by him it was nothing. Yet when you had begun to sleep with him, he revealed the truth that he was seeing her too and you were going to have to either live with it, or step things up to convince him to stay with you alone. You had not been worthy of giving any attention individually, you had not the worth and he was sure to teach you that.

Telling you one night, “Most men won’t stay with you. They’ll find pretty girls just like Myranda and fuck them until they realize the first one they dated just isn’t cutting it anymore.” He had unsettlingly traced his thumb down your cheek, jaw and down your neck with pale blue eyes scouring you with a falsehood you didn’t know how to tell if it was real or not. “I’d recommend listening to what I tell you to do from now on. Afterall, love, you just aren’t good enough to keep a man tied down to you alone. If you didn’t have me, the next man you date would just toss you away one day for a prettier and better version of you.”

You didn’t understand. Jon had told you that Ramsay and even Karl had been using you for sex, and you believed that then and now. All they wanted to do was have sex and never do anything else. Jon and you did plenty of things, but then you sat there, hands hovering over the keyboard unmoving. Jon was also very physical with you, quite so. You had asked him to be sure if all he wanted to do was have sex, and he said he wanted all of it.

Did all of it just mean sexually? Did you make yourself a fool thinking the romance would stay? Were you not giving yourself over physically enough to keep him interested?

The most recent photo was from the night before. Spotted at a small restaurant in the Gift, clearly much of the area had been closed off for her and thus photo were taken out of interest. A beautiful dress on her that you couldn’t afford in many lifetimes with hair which must have taken hours. Of course she looked better then you ever would, you sat at your desk with messy hair thrown back into a braid and dark circles under your eyes.

Naturally some did not question the circumstances, he was her guide here as his duty of course he would be polite and respectable about her wishes, but you looked at the photo again and again. The way she looked quite naturally close and cozy attached to his arm. There was not a world in which you would understand why Jon would have anything but a good time. She was so much more glamorous, rich, and powerful at his side.

You normally worked a calmer job from home, and had far too much baggage for him then he deserved. What made it worse, was a message which appeared on screen from Gendry. That very photo with the message only containing a rather angry ask of what was he looking at, only with a few more expletives thrown in for colour. Good, you thought sarcastically. Other people were about to start seeing it.

Hardly any outside of the Starks or Jons circles even knew about he and you yet. The first woman of meaning they’d see by his side was her. You looked horrid in comparison. People would look down on Jon for going from her to you.

Another message from Gendry, then one from Arya. By the time you got the same photo and kind of message from Loras of all people did you turn your computer off. Elbows propped on the table and hanging your head into your hands with a deep sigh. Any other women would be angry, mad, offended, but you should’ve simply seen this coming. You gave Jon what he wanted, and expected too much in return. That wasn’t his fault, that was simply yours.

As you ascended the steps to the main door, you could only contemplate how you even got here. It felt like a blur, as if only moments ago did you turn the computer at your desk off. But walking in, it had yet to get busy. An open seat right by the corner of the bar, you sat down. Barley registering what you had ordered, only that it was as bitter going down as you needed. You didn’t even bother pulling your phone out to entertain yourself.

What were you going to do? Avoid worried messages from Robb telling you to either come home already or call him? Wait to see what other photos would arise? Jon looked cordial in them but how long until he looked like he was having fun, how long until he was giving Dany the looks you wished for so long he would give you? How long until he sent you a message telling you that this was not going to work anymore?

Men always boasted that she was good in bed, and she was always good at tempting men she wanted into her bed in return. At least someone would give him a pleasurable time other then him always having to take the reins with you. You knew nothing compared to what she did, why would he want to stay with that after she could show him how much better being with her felt?

You’d ask worried how long until that happened, but then you felt that dark wave of fear that maybe it already did. Within an instant, you downed the ale before ordering another. It was straight forward with Karl and Ramsay. They told you what to do, what they wanted or expected and would just take it when you didn’t get the message. You never knew what Jon wanted, and clearly guessing had not worked out.

Ramsay was upfront for most of your relationship that he would fuck other women. If that’s what Jon wanted to do, you wished he would be honest and tell you. You’d understand. He was a man, he had needs and you weren’t talented or good or pretty enough to fulfill them. This is why you never wanted Jon to know about how you felt. You knew you weren’t good enough, that you would ruin the friendship you both already had.

How much had you drunk at that point? You need not stand up yet and find out.

Jon had yet to have a single moment to himself from the very instant he opened his eyes. She needed this or that, ordered one thing or another from him or simply would change her mind and have him escort her somewhere. She was, for all intents and purposes, his boss currently. Or at least, she was certainly ordering him around like she was. He apparently had no choice here as much as he couldn’t refuse an order from Lord Commander Mormont if she had anything to say about him telling her no.

She had wanted to go to a specific restaurant, and as utterly uncomfortable as Jon felt, when she asked him to sit and join he had refused initially. Only to have a more narrow eyed look with a smile that felt judging with a tone filled with less room for interpretation. “It is bad manners to refuse a ladies offer.” The stare off lasted around five long and painful seconds before he begrudgingly sat down. Nearly refusing any offer of food for drink at her expense, stating he was fine while picking at whatever too upscale appetizer she ordered for him.

The only easier moments were with the waitress, a young girl, likely around Aryas age in over her head at the degree of upscale done for the Targaryean. She would take her orders with a nervousness but seemed at least to relax at Jons ease with her. Ensuring as long as she came around often enough to refill his water, she had nothing to worry about with him. Daenerys had her team pay by cheque.

Jon had caught the young waitress his way out, giving her a gold coin specifically for her good job. It was the only real smile anyone had given him in days as she thanked him.

Now though? Jon could hear voices muffled outside his door even through the noise and walls with his keen hearing. Soon enough his only chance at quiet would be interrupted, but Jon was begging for it to wait until he could finish showering. Or, at least finish his illusion of showering. Towel long since around his waist as he let the hot water keep running to steam the bulk of the room, Jon leaned against the counter picking up his phone.

If he had one fundamental flaw, it was he had no idea how to handle issues like this in most forms not in person. Not even over the phone was ideal, but you didn’t answer his call. Not that he blamed you. Photos begun going around online and it was painting Jon out to look like he of all people was treading into the path of being unfaithful. But Jon didn’t know how to text you about it either, he knew he didn’t come off well in text.

A few more days, thats all he told himself. He would be back with you in a few more days and he would fix everything then. A knock at the main door had him rising his head up, but Jon made no move to go answer it. It was late, he wanted time to himself, she would survive without his company. He didn’t even understand why she wanted to spend time with him, he barley spoke to her if she didn’t require an answer.

Swiping through his photo gallery, one then the next, then the next. You hated having your photo taken but always managed to be talked into letting him at any point. Jon could admit to himself with a ghost of a smile painting across his face that he took his best photos when he’d set his camera up to take them automatically as he kissed you. The one he had looked at in the moment, he had sat his phone against something as if moving it out of the way before coming up and wrapping his arms around your front, his own lips finding your neck as you leaned into his touch.

So many with you Jon could look at until he passed out, he missed you terribly, and he hated that he had to leave while you were still clearly so upset. Every night when he fell asleep in a bed not his, he too felt angry that you weren’t curled up in his chest. Jon was practically spoiled with how often you slept in his bed, hell Jon felt alone without the inevitable feeling of Ghost hopping up onto the end of the bed and curling up around both of your feet.

Only finding it in him just then to contemplate turning the water off and attempting to call you one more time before passing out, did he get an email. From Gilly of all people. Opening one, the subject line left empty did she send him photos of articles.

Another email, more photos of articles and names he somewhat recognized. Another email with more personal photos as if scanned from a book online. But it was the last one that had Jon swiftly turning the water off with eyes narrowed. Face tensed as he looked at the final article photos she sent him.

If any noticed, they said nothing. The falsehood in the smile Daenerys was giving him and the stiff attempt at remaining neutral in Jon the next morning. “We had wondered what happened to you last night. You didn’t answer your door.”

Hardly looking as Jon stood somewhat in front of them all fiddling with his own credentials, they had finally arrived last night in time for her tour of the Shadow Tower and he wanted to get her in there and distracted as quickly as possible. Mumbling out, “I fell asleep after I had a shower. Must not have heard you.”

Not making any eye contact, Jon gestured with a nod for them all to simply follow him. By the time they arrived, with merely one look at him did Jon know that his demeanour was even more off put then it normally was. Most were trying to be polite, but with the wave over for him to come up to speak to him, Jon simply directed them to follow Dareon as he swiftly made his way up the stairs. That time he felt her eyes watching him, but he didn’t care as he shut the door behind him.

Rummaging through the cabinet behind his desk before turning did Qhorin Halfhand let out a far more natural tone then he greeted the party with. “One bloody foreign politician shows up and suddenly we’re expected to bend over backwards to kiss her ass.” Letting the glasses thud against his desk, he didn’t even need to ask Jon to sit while he begun pouring the amber liquid Jon hoped was strong. “Whose idea was this anyways?”

Grabbing his with a thankful nod, Jon muttered with a frustration. “Mormont. His son is her advisor, Jorah. I think he’s trying to use it as a way to make amends but he’s just thrown me into the fire this time.” A laugh came out that Jon understood but didn’t quite appreciate as he just took another far larger sip, holding back the wince as it burned down his throat.

“She looks like she fancies you.” Jon only grunted from within his chest, his eyes dark and expression twisting into something akin to a frown. “Too bad for her, she’s in the North. Most men I know born and raised up here aren’t quite into whatever they have going on.” If Jon had the capacity to laugh he would’ve. That certainly was true. Those of the North were never normally looked at as the attractive culture of the country and if any were as far from what they were like or looked like it was the Targaryean. By the time the Halfhand found his word again, Jon knew he had to tackle this now while he had someone alone who could help. “You’re trapped with her for a week? Doesn’t Mormont know you have a girl?”

“I don’t know, but she does.” Looking at him in question, he leaned forward with his arms on the desk in curiosity as Jon elaborated with your name on his lips. “She was going to school in Kings Landing, and went over to Essos for a few months for some special program. Apparently they paired students up with people to live with over there that should match in lifestyle.” The Halfhand putting together the indications that you had been moved in with Daenerys Targaryean.

Jon recalled when he got back, Sam leaving a note that said to stay distant from her until certain information was found. Which he had no idea what that had meant until then night prior. How Gilly found all of this, he had no idea as he continued. “Her brother Viserys lived there too.” Once again your name coming out, albeit with far more of a strain the man before him could sense was rather protective. “He took an interest in her, wouldn’t leave her alone. Was at her side day and night always trying to get close as possible to the point some people thought they were together.”

Recalling the report filed with both local officials and schooling records, he suspected that Gilly may or may not have gotten access to things she normally shouldn’t have, but Jon told himself to remember to thank her for it. For finding something you had never told him about, but now more then ever seemed to be needed. According to your written and spoken statements, Viserys had convinced you on a night you felt homesick out to a club. You hadn’t drunk much but you do remember that one of which he had ordered from the bar for you and brought your way, all without you seeing.

Medical reports attached showed traces of Shade of the Evening in your system. You had said you did not take anything like that, but refused to point the finger at Viserys because if you were wrong you thought it would be a horrible accusation. The official you spoke to had pointed out what they already had on record of what he had done as to try and convince you of a truth you still refused to accept. Feeling not right, you had found yourself dragged to a more secluded hallway where Viserys has tried to-

Jon had cut himself off on that one as the Halfhand filled in those details. Saying your name, “What’s all this now then have to do with her? Miss Silver Hair out there not like that a girl reported her brother for being a raper?” Jon heavily swallowed down any thoughts about that, it didn’t go that far he knew, but dare he tread into what else he had learned of your time with men since.

Rasping out after taking a final sip, before handing the glass over to the Halfhand waving for him to get it refilled for his own sake. “He never got charged for anything. He and his sister were rich and they got him dropped of charges.” Directing back to you, “When she was put on a ship back home, apparently someone had let it out that Daenerys helped to hide what he did, and they kicked her out school for it. And apparently she blames her for it still.”

“So now she’s trying to steal you to get back at her.” Nodding begrudgingly, Jon hated that in your eyes, that plan was working. He felt ill thinking what you could be worrying he had done already, or what he would have to do to prove he never would betray you like that. “Well, she’s here for two days then you have barley any more alone with her to get back to Castle Black. Suppose in her mind that’s plenty of time to charm you. What did your girl have to say about all this?”

The dark frown growing on Jon was immense. “She’s been busy with her Uncle’s campaign against Daenerys, and even beyond that I think she’s afraid to pick up my calls.” Asking why, Jon answered with a heavy weight in his throat. “In case she does, and I’m only calling to break up with her.” Almost in an instant Jon nearly downed the second refill in one large go. “She was dating this abusive-” He cut himself off before he let that anger get him too carried away. “And a little before him she had been dating Karl Tanner.”

The looks shared between men spoke volumes. “Tough girl you’ve got. Making her way out of that mans life and then another? That isn’t easy.” It was easier to see where Jons struggle was coming from, and why from here he felt trapped from being able to do anything. “Sounds like you need someone to go talk her into her senses. Who from up here does she know?”

One plan set, and the next came in the form of Jons only last question. “What do I do in the meantime?

“Your job. Nothing more, nothing less. Get her out of our gods forsaken hair, and yours for that matter. As long as you don’t trip and fall naked into her bed, I don’t see what you’ve got to worry about.” A more firm voice coming out, catching his eyes. “Snow. Stop worrying. We’re brothers, all of us. You’ve had our backs more times then I can count, we can have yours this once.”

Though, being brothers meant they did not go without getting on each others nerves. “One more question, Snow.” Turning with his hand still braced on the doorknob, Jon could already sense the irritation based on the jesting brightness in the Halfhands face. “How long’s it been since you and your girl have fucked? Haven’t seen you this wound up since your first year here.”

Jon almost didn’t answer, with a more flat glare though he grumbled out, “Too long.” Which was the real answer of almost a fortnight. Considering though, a fortnight passed into Jons relationship with you he had fucked you nearing twice a day, this was starting to feel like a true torture. A torture made worse everytime he noticed her staring at him, now realizing that he was just a pawn to get back at you.

He didn’t want her to want him in the first place, but now he was angry. Using him to break your heart all for something her own brother tried to do to you in the first place. He’d only ever met one, but already he hated that family to his core.

You didn’t pick up when Jon tried calling you then already, or that night, but he had to trust the Halfhand to help with you. He just didn’t realize by the time the one sent to talk to you was going to find you at a bar in that state. Each night he reminded himself how long. But before he had reached his hotel bed the night before beginning the days long journey back to Castle Black, did he get a call from Robb, pretty unbelievably angry with him.

Leading up to that call though, one would have to go all the way back to the bar you sat in hours before. The low rumbling voice coming to your side held a laugh that nearly caught you off guard, as did his size. “How’s someone your size stay conscious with that much in you?” Nudging at your arm as he took a seat did you meaninglessly try to swat at him back.

Little thought came out of your mouth as you didn’t even bother to greet him. “What are you doing here, Tormund?”

Ordering something for himself, he shrugged which hardly passed your notice. Eyes presently trained on the wood of the bar. “Thought I’d come out. Have a drink with a beautiful woman.”

Eyes rolling somewhat to the side did you mumble, “I repeat. What are you doing here then?” That time the nudge was much more noticeable then before. Only saying he was here to check on you, your eyes narrowing as you whipped your head to the side to look at him suspiciously, not quite aware it was coming off more adorable then intimidating. “I left work not telling anyone where I was going. How did you know to find me here?”

The answer gave your insides a little bit of a sobering jolt in sorrow. “Jon mentioned he and you used to come here all the time. Seemed an easy guess.” That time you on a true spree of questions asked why he was looking for you and the answer was just as unpleasantly whirling in your stomach. “Got a call from that half handed cunt at the Shadow Tower, said Snow’s pretty on edge that you haven’t spoken to him in over a week.”

Your hands twitched as if to go grab your phone, forcing it to remain in your bag. For now. “I don’t know what to say to him.” Asking almost incredulously that meant you chose to just ignore him, you felt a tinge of annoyance creeping through the anxiety. “We can talk about if he wants me to stay or not when he comes back, I don’t want to have that conversation over the phone.”

Grumbling out, were you not drunk you may have picked up the amusement instead of judgment you interpreted it as. “You think he wants to get rid of you?”

“It isn’t a matter of getting rid of me or not. If he’s bored of me, that isn’t his fault.”

Tormund was quiet for more then a good few seconds. Still difficult to pick up his tone, but you also didn’t even notice his freedom to reach inside your bag and grab your phone as he spoke. “As long as I’ve known him, he’s been stupid in love with you. Watched you date shit bag after shit bag and refusing to make a damned move whenever I told him to. Something about not wanting to take advantage of you when you were vulnerable.” Turning a little, you at least could see the partial sight of his wild orange hair in the low bar light. “Now I knew Karl Tanner, means I know the kind of shit he’d have put you through. Your crow doesn’t even know the half of it does he?”

Slowly you shook your head as a heat begun forming behind your face in a rather unwelcome way.

“If you told him the truth about that, he’d run day and night to come back right now-” Cutting him off you told him that wasn’t the only thing you weren’t honest about. “Alright, fess up.” Telling him a rather drunk version of the events, Tormund whistled out by the end of it. “You have a great habit of trying to surround yourself with the worst shits I’ve ever known.”

Continuing on, you hardly noticed his jest. “As soon as he told me who he was going to be with, I just knew what would happen. I knew Dany. She’s beautiful, rich, charming every single man I met in Pentos adored her. There wasn’t anyone who she couldn’t get into her bed and I always knew why. She was everything men dream of having all in one woman. She’d be perfect for him. She looks perfect at his side. And I know she’d figure out Jon was with me, and she knows she’s better for him then I ever could be. Wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in her bed right now. Doesn’t take most men this long.”

Unbeknownst to you it was rather ill feeling to other people at how little blame you placed on Jon in this imagined scenario. You’d refute every ounce of guilt he could be accused of beacuse of men like Ramsay and Karl. In your eyes, you were unattractive and broken, Dany was beautiful and perfect. Jon probably took one look at her and gave her those wide and bright eyes you for so long wished could be directed towards you just once.

“Then why is all he can talk about when you’re not there, you?” Brows furrowing you shrugged while turning more away, curling a bit in on yourself. “Ever since you two got together, all he can focus on is you. If he’s not with you, he’s talking about you. If he’s not talking about you, he’s obsessing over you. And if he’s not doing any of that, then he’s probably busy getting off thinking about you. Hates talking about you with other men in any way. If this girl is what he wants, then why in seven hells is he so obsessed with you every second of the day?”

If you were entirely truthful, you had always thought Jon was exaggerating when he said he told his friends a lot about you. You assumed when he wasn’t with you, you were barley in his head. That’s what Ramsay and Karl were like, it was what you were used to. “Before he left, through the door he told me he loved me.” Tormund gave you the silent space to think. “He’s never said that before. We’ve never said it before. But he told me before he left and I didn’t say it back. I hadn’t seen him in days, I didn’t understand why he’d tell me when he was leaving for even more.”

More quiet then usual he asked, “A man ever tell you that before?” Shaking your head no, you refused to acknowledge the sting behind your eyes. “You are a mess if I’ve ever seen one before.”

Muttering with a bit more amusement peeking through, “You know all the proper words to flatter a girl, don’t you?” That time you nudged his side back as much as he did you. The thoughts simmering in your head for a little while until they came out calm. “I don’t know how to do this. Normal relationships, let alone when the one I’m with is my best friend. I’ve never been in one that wasn’t so horrible, I don’t know how I’m supposed to act with Jon if he doesn’t tell me.”

“And he’s not going to know how to talk that out with you, if you keep your damned mouth shut about every problem in your pretty little head. He comes back in what? In a day or two? Just wait until he comes back before trying to push him away all over again. Let him choose to do that this time, you’ve had your fun.” He was being hyperbolic at the words of fun, but you understood his position. “Now,” Slamming your phone onto the table between you both, “Who the fuck can you call at this hour to pick you up?”

By the time you were outside, the cool night air was somewhat comforting in your lungs. Leaning against the much larger Tormund for support you felt the need to fall asleep coming. Eyes jolting open each time they were tempted too. At the sight of headlights, you felt a relief as if he wouldn’t have come. You had figured by now your attitude would’ve driven Robb from wanting to put up with you, but it wasn’t the case.

The concerned and gentle way he handled you was more comforting then you had thought it would be, that at least he hadn’t written you off entirely just yet.

Whatever it was that was said between Tormund and Robb you didn’t really know, almost falling asleep Robb had just picked you up by then. “Last thing you need on top of everything is a concussion” All you remembered was by the time Robb sat you carefully in the passenger seat did you drift off to sleep.

Robb carried you into the house, gently resting you down on the couch on your side. Grabbing a fur to cover you wish as Ghost came scurrying out of Jons room over to your side. “Come on now, give her space.” Whining, the direwolf rested his head on the couch looking at you as Greywind came up to nudge Ghost as if comforting him.

Debating what he wanted to do, stay here and make sure you didn’t throw up in your sleep or finally say a word or two to more then one persons. Telling Ghost and Greywind to come get him if anything happened, Robb went outside. First thing was first, then Robb called his brother and it likely was the first time in along time he chewed him out for something with an actual anger.

On the other side, Jon stood almost taken back in the middle of his hotel room that Robb had called him in the near middle of the night to yell at him without even so much as a greeting. “Sometimes I have no idea what runs through your head.” Trying to ask what he was even talking about, Robb only cut him off not even before reaching the end of the sentence bringing up your name. “Everything she’s been through the last few months, no the last year and you start pulling this sort of thing? What is wrong with you?”

Face twisting into his own taken back offence, Jons tone dropped beginning to match in the frustration. “Do you want to be more specific?”

But it was you again, of course if was you. Jon felt haunted by your lack of presence. “After Tanner, after Ramsay we all waited to see if you’d actually do anything finally. You made a move and we were all proud until you pulled all of this. She’s never even been in a relationship with someone that wasn’t a piece of shit and the second things got even the slightest bit difficult, you took off for a whole week.”

Blood rising in intensity in his veins Jon felt his muscles tensing with nothing to let it out on showing in the sharp edge to his shortness. “I didn’t ask for this, Robb. I was assigned to it, I had no choice-”

Not having a second of it, Robb was far firmer then Jon was growing angry. “You did. If you said no, did you really think Mormont of all people would what? Discharge you? Demote you? Of all people? No, things with her got tough, you didn’t know what to do to fix it, so you ran. And worse, you ran off to the side of the very woman making her life hell in the first place. How do you think seeing photos of her with you day in and out is making her feel?” Almost in a stunned sense for a moment, it gave Robb room to continue. “I had to pick her up from a bar tonight, did you know that? She was so drunk she couldn’t even stand on her own, she passed out the moment I got her into the car.”

On Jons end, suddenly an ill, blackening poison grew from within his stomach at the thought. He had assumed you wouldn’t have spiralled this hard, and Robb was clearly irate at the fact as he had to watch the rest of it. “Is she-”

“She’s asleep right now. I called father, told him he needs to put his foot down to Robert about dragging her back into all of this, because either shes drowning in work she hates or drowning in her thoughts all alone. There’s no excuse this time. When you come home you fix this, you’re not the only one who cares this much about her.” It was Robbs next words though that hit Jon somewhere deep in a much more slashing strike. “But I’m not the one who ran away from my struggling, traumatized girlfriend the second things got difficult. I’m picking up the pieces you’re causing. Daenerys Targaryean isn’t your girlfriend and she isn’t your boss. Set some fucking boundaries, Snow.”

Hardly a few words Jon got in before Robb hung up. It had been a long time since the two brothers ever argued like that, and he didn’t quite know how to feel right away. Yet the more he thought about it, the more Jon realized he was right. Jon hadn’t tried to fix things. He’s argued against the Lord Commanders orders more then that before on less, he should’ve learned letting either of you walk out the door without talking a problem out only made it worse. And knowing what he knew now, Jon knew he did wrong by not being far more firm towards Daenerys about him not being interested.

Even if she was doing this to get back at you, Jon should’ve known better then to let it even vaguely fall into place. The first time you struggled more then usual in the month and a half since he had started to be with you, and he took off for a week without speaking to you on it for more then a few minutes.

Some good example he was setting for this relationship, Jon knew.

No doubt she had not been expecting whom was at the door at this hour, but perhaps she should have read the room before giving this reaction. The middle of the night, Daenerys in her sleeping clothes and yet he was fully dressed as if the sun was out but she somehow misread this in a way that only made him angry. “What a pleasant surprise, you coming by so late to see me. Please, come in, I insist.”

Trying to pull the door more open for him, Jon let a gloved hand reach out and grasp a higher edge of the door stopping her in her tracks with eyes growing more frustrated within them. “I’m not here for a chat.” If Jon were a worse man, he might have snapped at her for the audacity to give him almost a leering look up and down. Starting to form something or another with a much more intentional tone of voice, Jon hissed out. “I don’t know what gave you the idea I’m interested in you, but I’m done.”

Head jolting back, the act dropped within an instant. “What do you mean done?”

Pulling something in front of him previous tucked away, a freshly printed out receipt and details for a driver and arrival time. Asking what this was, Jon pulled his hand back from the door finally. “A driver bought and paid for to take you to wherever you need to go from here, but I’m finished. Whatever you thought this was, you’re wrong. I’ve been taking you around beacuse I was told to, because it was my duty, but nowhere does it say I’m to stand here and let you try and push my girlfriend out of my life beacuse of something that happened years ago.”

Eyes wide and if he was not mistaken, just a tint of an unsettling rage hid too beyond her controlled words. “I don’t know what it is you’re accusing me of-”

“We both know exactly what I’m accusing you of.” Your name falling from his mouth as a twitch in her eye gave it away. “I’m sorry for what happened to your brother, but what he did to her was wrong, and you got caught covering up for him. None of that is her fault. And you come back trying to take her families livelihood away and on top of that, try to take her partner away from her too just because you can’t let go from something that happened when you were both still teenagers. Move on, Daenerys. This isn’t healthy.”

Stepping out the door only a bit as Jon turned, raising her voice. “So that is it? You walk away now after telling me off for things that are not your concern?”

If she expected it, she didn’t seem to show it in how quickly she leaned away from him. Stepping close to her personal space, Jon all but growled in his voice with dark eyes looking down at her with your name. “Everything that concerns her, is my concern.” Moving away only a little, Jon feigned as much respect as he could but still let such impulsive feelings slip out. “I’d wish you luck on your campaign, but we both know I wouldn’t mean it. Consider this you losing the support of the North.”

He knew she watched him the entire way down to his car, throwing his bag in the back seat and not waiting another second in the lot before pulling out and down the road. Glancing down to his phone Jon considered stopping to send you a message in case he didn’t make it back in time, but Jon knew the route from the Shadow Tower back to Winterfell. And how quickly he could get there in the empty middle of the night traffic, perhaps not following the speed limits as much as he should’ve.

But he had somewhere else to be, and someone to get to. She tried to use him for her spite but Jon had still alone be responsible for leaving you for a week in such a vulnerable position. And that was no ones fault but his.

The last you recalled was seeing Robb show up to pick you up from the bar, and yet you had no idea how you got to where you awoke. The sun blurred from your eyes as dark curtains were pulled across the window, early enough you presumed that it had only just peeked over the darkness. For a moment you felt confused as to where you were instead of how, a warm figure behind you keeping you pulled back into their front with a hand more loose against your waist as if a tighter grip had been there when the owner of it was awake.

For a moment you had a thought still marred by the alcohol in your system of what was possibly realistic, wondering if you had done something horrible and ended up in Robbs bed, only to come to your senses. Even if somehow being drunk turned you into a woman suddenly with no morals of commitment towards a partner, it wasn’t as if Robb of all people would take advantage of that. But the warmth, the familiarity, and only when you registered the feeling of longer curls against your skin where he lay behind you did you realize you were in Jons room, with him.

Frozen for a moment, you once again worried you did something wrong, but your heart refused to let it grow that time. At the very least, you could recall words in your head Tormund had spoke of the night before and thought to yourself in such a wakening state, perhaps you should trust him for now. Stop acting so scared right off the bat, give Jon the chance Tormund was insisting on. But for you, you couldn’t just lay back in his arms yet. Not when you hadn’t even spoken.

Inch by inch did you slip from his grasp, and a miracle was granted to you as Ghost did not wake up from his bed either. The moment before you slipped out the door, you turned back to look. He must have come right from wherever he was last. Still in his Nights Watch attire as you were your clothes from last night, sans your boots no doubt. Jons strictness about any shoes on his bed of course.

Curls wild and even a hint of stress in what normally was his most peaceful time, maybe he didn’t have the week you were trying to convince yourself he had. Really, he looked no better then you felt. But you had your routine. Showers normally saved for night, you needed one this early if only to wash the grime off your skin from the bar. Standing before the mirror after, there wasn’t even much there. An indicator neither of you had been home in days.

Teeth brushed and mouthwash, ridding any access of what was whatever you drank in access of last night, for the most part the next little while as you felt a little more calm trying to do your hair alone, the stubborn thought in your head that it was so much easier when Jon would happily stand behind you and help with the bulk of it for you.

Creeping into your room, intentions on finally choosing something fresh to wear before looking down to notice someone had even plugged your phone in for you, but atop your dresser sat clothes chosen out that you know you didn’t pick. You recognized the writing right away, and while you didn’t know yet what it meant, it seemed Robb thought it spoke for itself.

“You’re not going into work. Dress comfortably for once. That’s an order.”

A smile was easy after that. Part of you wanted to feel bad, wanted to think of a way to make it up to Robb but you could predict that outcome. A lecture all of your own to stop trying to owe people back things they do out of kindness alone. Robb was not a man afraid of getting rough, and would all but drag you out of the kitchen by just picking you up and placing you out in the main room whenever you tried to take over either his or Theons night to cook when you thought they could use a break.

Stepping out into the main hall, Jons door was wide open as you could hear the sounds of both Ghost and Grey Wind pattering about. Inhaling deeply, your eyes fluttering closed for only that moment as you told yourself to just be a big girl and talk to him. Though maybe that would be less intimidating if the last interaction between you, was not you being too upset to respond to him trying to tell you he loves you.

Coming to the kitchen, you could see what he was doing before he noticed you. Clearly your intoxication had not passed him by, recognizing the ingredients sitting out as he prepared them. You stood there, internally following his steps as he did each in exact order as usual. After nights all of you would enjoy a good too many drinks, it became habit that Jon woke up first. Always making something easy and helpful for you to get down once you woke up, and then jesting to Robb and Theon when they’d ask what he made them, “Neither of you are girls, you can make your own drink.”

Theon normally joking with a bite if he was being bigoted, only for Jon to grunt out a simple, “Only towards you two.” But the others weren’t anywhere to be seen, it was only you two to deal with your failures towards him with two direwolves to watch.

Jon hadn’t even turned towards you, looking almost too soft in such casual clothes compared to his normal uniform with his voice rasping in as gentle tones as he could saying your name. “Sit down before you get lightheaded.”

He knew you so well even without glancing, knowing with little in your system but remnants of alcohol you likely hadn’t had much else to give you energy. His curls pulled all the way back in a bit more of a messy manner as if simply haphazardly throwing it up to get it out of his way quickly, but you could see his shoulders deflate with tension as he clearly could see from the corner of his vision when you sat down in your normal spot without debate.

Instantly the sounds of Ghost trotting over to you filled the air as a happy whine came out from the direwolf. Your hands running over his head and ears as he rested his head in your lap, not noticing Jons grey eyes bright and shining looking over to you with his wolf so perfectly. A dark feeling only just coming about him, having to swallow roughly and turn back to grabbing the smaller, more quiet hand blender at the thought that Daenerys would have ever thought she could take Jon away from this.

Grey Wind followed suit but with more of his respectable demeanour, nudging you happily beside Ghost but allowing the pure white furred red eye’d goofball to soak up all of the needy attention. Suddenly making a low sound to the other, both direwolves turned back to give you space as Jon had finally turned to indicate to them both to leave be.

Coming up to you, one hand put it down in front of you, the other without any hesitation running gently over the back of your still damp hair as he sat in his seat pulling it a bit closer to you then it normally would sit. Glancing down, you felt almost as spoiled as you did like a child. The right fruits you liked and the one metal straw in the entire kitchen found to put in, always after you once ever so briefly mentioned preferring straws like a child, he had not hesitated to do things as care filled as he always did for you.

Muttering a thank you, your hand reached out to the glass but pulled back slight for a moment, looking over to his soft gaze with a worry. “Jon, I want to a-”

His hand running down your hair more toying with the strands through his fingers, he nodded to the glass with a low rasp. “Don’t worry about that right now. Just drink, let’s get you feeling better first.”

Neither of you spoke for a bit, so far, you didn’t need too. Jon never left toying with your hair, nor even move away anywhere near far enough to lose his warmth. In fact it felt as if he kept getting closer. Prompting you to keep going when you’d pause for too long, both of you knowing he made you just the right amount you would need and not any bit more then that.

The hand in your hair slipped to run across the top of your back as he muttered that he’d handle it when you even twitched to get up to clean it. You stood regardless, looking at his back turned realizing that it wasn’t just unfair to compare Jon to Karl or Ramsay. It was downright insulting. Jon was the only man whose ever looked at you with such a softness or dealt with you with such precise care.

Hands braced against the cool feeling of the fridge, you leaned your side into it not knowing if you would be able to summon the courage to say it all in a calm and thought out manner before he turned around. But as he did, and you hadn’t just as you thought, Jon stepped closer to you anyways.

Not waiting more, a hand coming to rest at your waist while the other traced two knuckles of your neck and cheek, using them to tilt you up to look at him. Taking the reigns himself, his eyes soft but with a sadness that looked like a guilt, but not a scary sort of guilt. One of something far more dipped in trust then that to feel scared by it. “I shouldn’t have just left like I did. That was wrong. You were upset, you needed me, and I took off for a week. And if I was sorry for that, I’m even more sorry that it was with her.” Now running down the hair at the side of your head, your hands tentatively moved to rest along his torso. “I should’ve said no in the first place, and I should’ve stayed long enough to talk it out with you. Because then I’d have known who she is to you, and never would’ve even considered doing it. I would’ve called Mormont then and there and told him to send anyone else, but I didn’t, and I’m so sorry, darling.”

Nodding a little, you looked not yet at this eyes anymore but more distracting yourself purposely down, presently at his collarbones. “I thought you’d do the worst, and that was...horrible of me- no, Jon it was. It’s insulting to even put a piece of you where someone like Ramsay or Karl are like, you’re not and you wouldn’t do what they did and it was horrible of me to push you away for something you didn’t even do.” Hands sliding a bit more comfortably on his chest, Jon finally cupped your cheek, slowly raising his other hand to cup the other. Tilting your forehead to press a kiss before resting against it.

Only you both stood there with nothing more to say for the moment, and truly Jon realized telling you what she tried to do wasn’t worth it. You had enough pain, this wouldn’t even do anything but add to it. You had him, and he had you, that should be enough without bringing her into it anymore then she already tried to be. “If I tell you I love you, are you going to start crying again?”

It wasn’t a mock, but a very tender teasing as he pulled you up to look at him. Your smile small against his brighter one but you shook your head. In a suprise to him, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek before returning flat on your own feet. “Is it too late to tell you I love you back?”

Jon didn’t dignify that with a response, pulling you into his kiss without a second thought. Your hands coming up to his shoulders, gently wrapping around the back of his neck. Guiding your lips with his soft ones, Jons kissed you with as much need as it was filled with the amount of times he wished he had told you he loved you prior. Never letting you lead as if to tell you, you need not try to match up to him, that you gave him enough. Deepening it, Jon tilted your head up more to keep you at his mercy, not letting you break away. Always surging forward to keep your lips to his whenever you’d attempt parting for air.

Arching a bit more into his front as he deepened it again, more of a greed this time, a small sound high pitched and needy came from your chest. Both hands dropping to your hips, Jon moved you almost so slow you didn’t notice until your back found the edge of the counter. Holding him tighter, Jon crept into your space, pressing more against your front as his kiss grew rougher and rougher with a greed almost bordering too much to not be noticed as a strong need. One hand still tight at your hip, his other grasped your cheek and jaw, tilting you better to his lips again as he nibbled against your bottom lip.

More the once leaving a tingling sensation in it’s wake as Jon instead of indulging in how easily you parted your lips for him, he pulled away without any thought. Dropping his head down to your neck, lips and tongue soaking up and down the sensitive skin of your neck as you held him tighter, leaning more into his touch. The hand on your cheek slid to grasp your hair, pulling it out of his path and using the grip now to tilt your head giving him more space as you so willingly let him move you.

The moment his teeth sunk into your skin, a loud gasp left you, arching into his touch as his hips begun to press more firmly and noticeably against yours. On an instinct in such an open space, one hand left him to cover your mouth. Only for Jon to leave your hip, yanking the hand away and pushing it to rest against the counter behind you as he kept his own covering yours. Leaning even harder into your front, now a slight shifting as you moved to his touch. Both of you knowing me meant for you to feel his cock twitch and harden against you.

Dragging his teeth rough up and down your neck, only transitioning into his gentle kiss and licks across the bite to sooth the sting before returning to the same feeling making you cry out needy for him now free in the air. “Jon..” Almost weak and unsure in what you were asking for, time need not pass as he still know your needs better.

It was still new, you still did not really know what you liked, but Jon did. Jon knew your body like it was an instrument he had long since mastered the art in playing, he could figure out anything you liked and what you needed when you had not even the understanding to know what that need consisted of. It was bold but Jon knew sometimes he had to be bold.

Hands running under your shirt, Jon found the edge of your sports bra right away, grasping firmly you read his intention, pulling your hands from him as he used the leverage to pull your shirt and bra off. The tight later material snapping as almost as if a show for him, bounced in the jostle as he carelessly tossed it to the ground.

Black and narrowed he stared at you before shaking his head with a gruff mutter through his teeth, “Any man who wouldn’t want this is blind.” Capturing your lips again, did both his rough hands grasp your breasts. Tightly groping with no mercy, pushing them together as he roughly groped at them before sliding to the small buds peaking in the cold kitchen air. Biting at your bottom lip, Jon pulled away to look at your eyes the second he yanked. And not gently, a rough yank that had your core shake in need as you felt the wetness grow within seconds for him. Eyes forced in a silent command to meet his, your mouth dropped open in need as he twisted and yanked before groping your breasts all over again so roughly.

Skipping a path, Jon moved enough so his mouth took over as one hand moved to steady you at your hip. The same soaking and yet rough treatment he had marked your neck up did Jon run his lips and teeth over your breasts. Bruising marks into it with a growling need, only becoming more intense each time you gasped into the air in plea of his name. Sinking his teeth onto your nipple more roughly you cried out so much louder as he matched in harshly pulling and twisting your other with his calloused fingertips.

Hardly tearing away, the only thing splitting the trail of saliva between his mouth and your chest as moving to the other. Giving the same rough treatment and yet your chest arched into his mouth making him all the more greedy and bold. Groping rough, and biting down even rougher then before as he more purposely pulled your other nipple pulling a loud sound into the air from you. So he did it again, and again and as your core soaked you under your clothes did Jons cock throb unbearably hard.

Jon was there for a while, attacking your chest and leaving proof of his presence in bruises and teeth indents as he pulled away. Still pushing and pulling them together in a more rough massaging manner, Jon returned to full height. Speaking to you through very strained gritted teeth and eyes black as he met your eyes even as he hands were rough on your breasts. “I was going to wake you up with my mouth. That morning I had to leave you before you woke up. I was so close to tasting you when I got called in, and all I’ve been able to think about since is you.” Never not roughly adding to the sting on your chest from his tough hands, Jon leaned forward to urgently capture your lips in a deep kiss before pulling away to run his nose along yours. “There hasn’t been a single day I haven’t wanted to spread you for me, taste you until you cry and then sink my cock inside you until you don’t even have it in you to cry anymore.” Another kiss, that time biting at your lip roughly. “Fuck you until you don’t remember anything in your life but how I feel inside of you.” Another bite. “Do you want that?”

Nodding, Jon demanded you say it outloud. “Please, please, Jon I want that. I promise, I want you.” Gritting out in what way, you were far more honest in such a need Jon knew you weren’t even aware you were begging him with a true desperation. “Inside me, please. Gods I want you inside me, I’ve missed you so much.”

Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Jon grappled with himself as he kissed you. He always prepared you, always, but something about having you here begging for his cock sent Jons brain into a feeling almost raw and feral like an animal. Leaving your chest, Jon yanked your pants and underwear both right off and tossed them too. Standing at full height he pulled his own shirt off before cupping your cheeks for another rougher kiss. “Take them off for me.”

The way in which you knelt down without question to pull Jons own pants off with such slow care, contrasted to the quick speed which you got on your knees was unfair. Cupping the side of you face, Jons chest heaved with his breathing staring down at you. You almost didn’t know what he wanted for a moment, and yet unlike anytime before him, did you feel your now bare thighs want to clench together at the thought with him. Almost asking with your movements, your hands found his thighs and drifted up to his hips.

His cock thick and long, hard right at your mouths perfect reach looking up at him, staring down at you with something dark. In truth, neither you or Jon were sure if he was aware he had said it, as if so raw in need it slipped out as dark as it did. “You’d look so beautiful on my cock. So deep in your mouth you couldn’t breathe until I spilled down your throat.”

Biting your tongue from begging him, you leaned a bit closer to his cock. Almost presenting yourself as something for his need and use, but Jon shook his head and yanked you up. Hoisting you up onto the counter, Jon spread your legs and invaded the space between, holding your hips tightly as his cock sat heavy between your legs. Trying to entice him gentle into the right head space, you ran a hand gentle along his cheek and down his coarse facial hair. “I’ll take your cock.” Hands tightening to the point it was leaving bruises as his eyes were painted over in black looking down your frame. “In any way you want me to, I’ll be good, I’ll take it I promise.”

Jon truly fought with himself. He wanted to be gentle, and easy and comforting but you looked at him with such strong trust that you knew he might have done anything at that point. Instead he yanked you over the edge of the counter, one hand gripping the back of your neck to rest your forehead to his, Jon gave you a view of his other hand. Gripping the thick base of his cock, Jon guided himself to your core.

The tight grip on your neck tightened further to force you to pay attention, as Jon slid every single thick inch inside of you in one go. Smooth but so tight and warm around him, you took Jons cock with no resistance. Crying out as your hands dug into his shoulders, your head would've hung even if he didn’t force you to watch him.

Slowly pushing all the way inside of you, Jon didn’t even linger. He was cruel, slowly sliding almost all the way out to the point only his tip remained inside of you. The whine in your chest as Jons eyes flew up to meet yours, but you were so good for him, you didn’t beg or even ask. You’d take whatever he gave you, and Jon just as slowly sunk right back to make you take his whole length. That time not letting you look away from his eyes, your hands on his shoulders. Slowly thrusting inside of you, Jon never wavered in his rhythm. Slow as his cock slid in and out of you with such a soaking sound it would’ve humiliated you if his black eyes weren’t neatly hypnotizing you.

The hand on your hip moved to what he could cup of your ass, pushing you further over the counter. A grunt close to a growl left Jon, eyes closing as he felt as if he was somehow thrusting even deeper inside of you. Hand right of what his fingertips could feel of your plush ass, and once more it came from something Jon didn’t even know he could’ve said to you. “Tonight, darling, I’ll remind you we belong to each other. I’ll taste you until your soaked, I’ll fill your beautiful mouth before fucking you just like this.” Another grunt almost forming to a groan left Jon as his head rose up to almost beg for air to breathe properly despite your core burning so much at his twisting pleasure he stole all your air. “I’ll fuck you as much as you want, darling. But then, I’m going to flip you over, and take you here too.”

Fingers treading to your ass enough to make you jump, but never pushing too far. Only arching more into his touch as he again sunk in and out of your soaking walls, his cock so thick the stretch stung to the point that if it were any but Jon, you’d have wanted to stop. But you couldn’t get over how much your insides twisted in need, barley finding air to beg for him. “I can take it, please-”

His pattern never stopped, he never sped his hips up, nor did he slow down. Jon fucked you nice and deep and slow right on the kitchen counter, sweat building between your bare bodies against one another as your hands grasped at his shoulders. “You don’t now what you can take. I have to show you. You don’t know you’d want my cock deep in your ass until I’m already fucking you there over and over.” You just nodded, you could only agree with no thoughts beyond how close to the sun his cock burned through you. “We can do all of that, but you need to look at me. Now.”

Rising up, Jon still refused to leave his pace, your muscles shaking all around him at how close you were, at how you could hear each time he sunk into you by how coated you made his cock. “Jon..”

Leaving your ass, one hand back on your hip keeping you steady as he fucked into you without letting you even move with him, taking control entirely of the cruelly slow, yet so deeply intimate pace. The other cupping the back of your neck again to keep you close, nudging your nose with his. “Promise me you’ll never doubt this again. Promise me you’ll never trick yourself into thinking I’d want to be with any woman who isn’t you.”

The look on your face was far more wide eyed and innocent then Jon expected and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you as a result. “I promise, I love you. I’ll never doubt that Jon, I promise.”

A single nod getting through before Jon leaned forward as he pushed your head to to capture your lips in his kiss. The gasp leaving you letting him slide his tongue inside your mouth, brushing along yours coaxing you to follow suit and explore him. But when you were too shy, Jon took the lead once more. Pulling you closer and closer to your end did Jon finally pick up the pace.

Not anywhere near fast, but steady as the sounds of how wet and deep he sunk into you filled the air over and over. Your core twisting and setting on fire, before Jon pulled back enough to bite at your lips and turn back to a deep yet chaste kiss did you find your end.

Arching into his front, Jon let you suddenly hide in his neck. Grasping at your hips tightly though, Jon did not let up. Pulling you as much as the angle could to meet his every thrust, sliding in and out of you at a matching pace he moved you to before pulling you as much as he pushed deep inside of you. One arm wrapping around your back to pull you into him, the other grasping at your hair as Jon hid in there, groaning your name deeply into your ear. Just as deep as he came. Spilling his seed inside of you, pouring thick and deep as it felt hot, Jon kept going. The more you begged meekly into his neck, the more your tight walls clenched around his cock did Jon spill more and more thick spurts of his seed inside of you with not a single bit of shame.

You felt almost lightheaded as he pulled you up to meet your eyes. Yours hazy and needy, but Jons were bright and loving as if he was not still deep inside you. One last kiss to your lips, Jon smiled a bit at how you just clung onto him like you were exhausted. Not everything was fixed, but you were happy that it was a step in the right direction. One more kiss, Jon rasped against them as his hot breath danced across your skin. “I know you had a shower, but I think I want you with me in a hot bath for a while.”

Nodding, Jon knew you’d agree to nearly anything right now. Preparing you that he was going to pull you, Jon shushed you through the wince before picking you up. He’d deal with the mess and scattered clothes he left behind of you both later. After a week of being away from you in such a horrid manner, all Jon could focus on right now was having you laying back against his chest in his arms with soothing hot water around, so he could take care of you. He had you alone for once, he was going to take advantage of it.

But Jon was not the only one who lived there. Intending on stopping by only to see how you were, did the remains of a scene lay out. One he knew he wasn’t supposed to walk into the aftermath of, Jon no doubt would put the kitchen back into respectable order before the others were set to come home. But eyes looked down to your clothes.

The ones he sat out for you. He had been the one to call Jon, to tell him to come fix things with you and you and his brother being happy is what he wanted. But as he stood there looking at your clothes in the remains of a passionate scene, there was only one strange thought in his head.

Why did Robb feel so intensely, almost unbearably jealous?

#jon snow x reader #jon snow #game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #jon snow x you #jon snow imagine

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shini--chan · 4 months ago

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Hello. I noticed on your master list you said you do death note. Could I please request a love triangle between the reader, Light, and L?

Yandere Relationship Sheet - L vs Light

Trigger warnings: forced to commit crimes, death, murder, torture

Candidate A - Light Yagami

Light would believe in the righteousness of his cause above all else. The same would apply to his pursuit of you. All of this wouldn’t be helped by Ryuk whispering in his ear and wrapping his perception of the world. It wouldn’t be helped by the shinigami’s delight at the complete circus that Light Yagami would whip up in his pursuit of you. Intelligent, ambitious and driven - it would make having to deal with him hard. On the flip side, he wouldn’t be capable of emotional vulnerability, especially since he had a habit of keeping everybody at arm’s length even before acquiring the Death Note. Because of his self-righteous nature, he would justify his more appalling acts in regards to you through a complicated series of mental gymnastics.

What he would desire the most, would be an elevation from boredom from you. Everything would be so easy for him, so he would yearn for somebody that would stimulate him. Unfortunately for you, you would be the one that and he would agitate you into doing that if you wouldn’t be willing. Aside from that, he would rope you into becoming his accomplice in slaughtering criminals and thus force you into a closer relationship with him. Your presence would also be used to throw L and Misa off and control the latter. In ways, you would act as an inexpensible extension of him.

Because of how deep into hell he would desire to drag you and would, he wouldn’t ever let you go. Letting you go would be akin to a death sentence for him, and not only in the literal sense. You would become a part of his soul, and who would dare cut out a part of their own soul. Should he die, you would die as well, for he wouldn’t let you remain in world that doesn’t have him.

Candidate B - L Lawliet

L would be methodical about ensnaring you and keeping you with him. Perhaps you would be unpredictable to him in small ways, whether it would be to you being from different cultures or you just being of the peculiar sort in the manner you would see the world completely differently. Maybe you would be completely normal and he would just find comfort in your routines and simple mannerisms. Either way, he would drag you around the world and glue you to his side as he would solve cases. You would be a sounding board, a servant, a cook and a teddy bear for him. Seeing that for most of his cases he would be anonymous, he wouldn’t have to really worry about you being snatched up by somebody else. The solitary lifestyle would automatically isolate you from the rest of society and bind you to him. There wouldn’t really be space for other social relationships when you would be together with L. Besides, he would find you most amusing when you would be under pressure.

Also, you wouldn’t really be able to play with his emotions in order to achieve your ends. Most of the time, there would just be detached interest or cool amusement. Social decorum and politeness wouldn’t dictate his actions, nor would he ever really display emotional highs - it would be all duty and interest and necessity. You would be able to manipulate him to a minor degree, and he wouldn’t even care enough to notice because it wouldn’t change anything. Perhaps he would even allow you more freedom, since you would never truly be able to escape him. On top of that, there would never be repercussions from third parties due to his actions, since you either wouldn’t be believed or because the world just can’t afford to do without him.

Realisation - How would they react to each other?

The whole investigation would take a rather sour turn. They would constantly be at loggerheads with each other over you and wouldn’t shy away from letting all the relationship drama play out in the open. Light would try to draw the rest of the team in as to dent L’s credibility and L would try to use Light’s treatment of you to get him arrested for other counts. Of course, how matter would truly unfold would depend on who you would have met first.

If you would be on Light’s side, then he would be even more terrified. Since you wouldn’t be such a wild card as Misa, matters would go a tad more smoothly for him. However, he would be more afraid of losing you. He'd try to keep you close to him and live in fear of losing you, either by having you taken away from him or you leaving him due to greener pastures. Still, he wouldn't shy away from using you against L. You would be the frontline infantry, probing the enemies defences to find weaknesses.

If you would be on L's side - then you would be disguised as part of his staff. L would expect no reaction from Light to you. The thought would be to hide you in plain sight, to take refuge in audacity. When Light would nevertheless take interest in you, then the alarm bells would start blaring in his head. As much as jealousy and protectiveness would push him to immediately squirrel you away, he would stay his hand and keep you in place. He would use you as a chess piece against Light, as a way to exercise power over him.

Battleground - How would they fight each other?

The format we see in canon would be the setting, since it would probably be the space where all three of you would come together. Likewise, most of the same methods would be preserved. Most would be like in canon, just with more passion and more insanity.

Light would do his best to discredit L in the eyes of the task force. Being far more sociable and inclined to stick to social norms, it would be easy to lobby for his purposes. You would be a driving force to succeed, and he would showcase you as perfect marriage material to get his father to intervene. If his father would get even more emotionally invested in the going-ons in the task force, then there would be the chance to manipulate the whole task force against L. There would be schemes upon schemes to orchestrate the death of the detective, be they through natural, unnatural or supernatural means. Following a more petty vein, Light might mess with L's sweets to get back at him.

L would go a different route - full psychological warfare. Light would be drugged, deprived of sleep, constantly watched and no conversation of his would pass uncommented. There wouldn't be any mercy for the youth. Besides, he would be fully prepared to use Light’s exhaustion to gaslight him, maybe even into delivering a confession.

Treaty - Could they agree on a truce? Would they even team up at any point?

There wouldn’t be any real cooperation between them. At the very most, they would begrudgingly work together in order to save you should you be kidnapped or held hostage. Even then, there would be a constant tug of war between them to control the operation, since they are both prideful and of the opinion that they can manage alone.

Victory - How would they proceed to obtain you all for their own?

In Light’s case, L would have to die. While the thought of getting the greatest detective to ever grace the earth arrest would be admittedly funny, it would still mean that he would be out there. With L alive, there would be the constant possibility that somebody would step in the disgraced detective's footsteps and succeed in arresting and executing one Light Yagami. As such, L Lawliet would just have to go. Since that would be his plan in canon, not much would change, maybe he’ll be more determined. This could rage from using the Death Note, instigating an accident or happy coincidence.

L would have a far easier time in comparison to his counterpart - he could just have Watari pack your bags and move you somewhere else. However, he would only do that if the situation would get too out of hand, or as part of a larger plan to make Light trip up. Other than that, he might offer you a plea deal if you’re Light’s unwilling accomplice or simply sit you down and have a heart-to-heart if you’re already his. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough and he would have to show Light some boundaries. All in all, he would prefer you on the investigation from start to finish, in the hopes that Light’s obsession with you would make him commit mistakes.

Reparations - Would they demand their opponent pay for their “misdemeanours”?

This goes into how they would fight one another, so I'll leave it at that.

#yandere death note #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere light yagami #yandere l lawliet

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rainbowmoonstonestories · 2 years ago

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Let Your Dreams Be Your Wings | Chapter 7

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: The Sandman (Netflix 2022, minor content from the Comics) Rating: Explicit Relationships Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x F!Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus, Lucienne, Matthew the Raven, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, Hob Gadling, Death, Rose Walker, The Corinthian, other minor Sandman characters, Original Characters. Warnings: 18+ content (minors DNI), explicit sexual content, POV switching, very long chapters to read. Summary: You always dreamed of becoming a successful Fashion Designer, sharing your creations with the world and making your father proud. But with him being very ill and so many costs solely weighting on your shoulders, things didn’t go as planned and you had to take a different path instead. An interesting offer led you to the elder Alex Burgess and you were hired as a new housemaid for a very good pay. However, your kindness and outstanding empathy convinced the man to give you an additional task for a doubled compensation; gaining the trust of Dream Of the Endless, held captive into the basement for over a century. Despite the shock of finding such an ethereal entity stripped of all his clothes and contained into a confined space, you had to accept for the sake of your father. But the more you got to speak to the mysterious anthropomorphic personification who didn't utter a single word, the more you were lost into his eyes that, conversely, seemed to contain the entire universe. A deep connection formed between the two of you, separated only by a thick layer of glass.

Little did you know, what started like a simple housemaid job was about to change your life forever.

Credits: The moon dividers were made by firefly-graphics

UPDATE MARCH 2025: Chapter rewritten to better match my current writing style. It now has better wording and a few more additions.

Note: I included a couple of sentences from the show in a dialogue to better explain what the Dreaming is about and how i tworks.

It was finally time for you to learn more about Morpheus. He allowed you to walk beside him into the Dreaming and learn about his family.

You sat there in shock, transfixed by the talking creature before you. Akin to the fictional character of Doctor Dolittle, you found yourself comprehending animal communication that was typically indecipherable to human ears.

You had met the godlike being you'd admired since childhood—someone you thought existed only in bedtime stories. Coming face-to-face with a talking bird was just as surreal—there it perched, its obsidian eyes fixed on you while its glossy feathers shimmered in the sunset's glow.

Everything you once thought impossible was now unfolding in front of your eyes as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Who are you…?" you asked.

The raven opened its wings in reverance. "Name’s Matthew. At your service."

Still disoriented and with your chest burning from the coughing fit, you smiled warmly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Matthew. Though I'm completely lost about what's happening here."

Matthew nodded. "I mean, a talking bird's not exactly your everyday occurrence now, is it?"

“No,” you chuckled. “Not at all.”

"Uhh, sorry about that jumpscare I gave you. You okay now?"”

He not only sounded human but showed genuine consideration for your wellbeing.

"Except for my burning throat, I'm fine."

"I probably should've thought about that before the boss sent me here, huh?"

You sat up straight, instantly alert. "Your boss?" You leaned forward. "Are you talking about Morpheus, by any chance?"

"Well, you picked up on that pretty quick!"

The knowledge that Morpheus hadn't simply vanished brought you instant relief. "It's not like I have many options to consider," you said with a wide grin. "I mean, who else would send me a raven, of all creatures?"

“Fair point.”

As you looked at Matthew, memories flooded back of the previous raven lying lifeless in a pool of blood on the basement floor. The text within your book actually illuminated the significance of this specific presence alongside Morpheus:

"Behold, child: Dream of The Endless keeps a loyal ally and trusted companion—a raven that moves freely between realms as The Sandman's faithful messenger."

You wondered if a new raven automatically replaced the other one after its death.

Matthew cocked his head to one side and inquired, "Hey, uh... are you sure you’re okay?"

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, you said, "Yes, I'm fine—just got distracted."

"This must be blowing your mind right about now."

"Not in a bad way though, I assure you. Could you tell me why Morpheus sent you here?"

The raven hopped closer and tilted his head to look up at you. "Uh, to be honest, I don't really know what's going on myself. Boss just said 'Matthew, keep an eye on her, make sure everything's normal.' You know how he is with the whole cryptic thing." He clicked his tongue. "Y'know, sometimes I can feel him in the back of my head, watching through me. It's kinda freaky, right?"

You arched an eyebrow. "So, he's watching right now?"

You secretly hoped he could see you through Matthew's eyes.

"Nah, not right now."

Oh, well.

The thought of him checking on you during his absence made your heart flutter still. Over time, you had come to understand that relationships rarely met idealistic expectations. Past situations taught you that partners could be distant, unfaithful, or inconsistent in their attention and affection.

Despite that painful realization, you found yourself in an unprecedented situation with Morpheus - not even a mortal man, but rather a being beyond definition. His decision to dispatch a raven as an observer in the mortal realm evoked fulfillment, tempered by lingering doubts about the nature of your connection.

You struggled to define Morpheus' role in your life. Were you officially together now? Would that intimate exchange flourish again, or was it just one magical moment that would never repeat? Last night had left you breathless with indescribable emotions. Even now, you shivered at the memory of his lips on yours, his touch awakening primal desires you never knew existed within you. Your body still thrummed, while your mind was consumed with thoughts of him and his voice. When you closed your eyes, you could still catch his ethereal scent—like sand meeting the sea, winter forests mingling with sweet incense.

Morpheus embodied the very essence of dreams manifested into reality.

You smiled at Matthew as you settled comfortably against the chair's soft pillow. "I haven't introduced myself to you, have I?"

His folded wings lifted and dropped in a shrugging motion. “I already know who you are, Y/N.”

"Did he say anything about me?"

"Uh, he's not exactly Mr. Share-His-Feelings, you know what I mean? Just... little bits and pieces here and there. Nothing major," he replied.

"But why did he send you here? What exactly should not look out of the ordinary?"

"Boss didn't say much. But... something was definitely eating at him. He looked pretty worried."

His concern was both touching and perplexing. The gesture of sending Matthew demonstrated his attentiveness even in absence, yet the underlying cause of his apprehension remained unclear, particularly regarding the necessity for such guidance on your world.

Eager to learn more, you pressed forward. "How long have you been with him?"

"Eh, not that long really. Few days. Lucienne kinda gave me the gig,” he explained.

"Lucienne... I think I know her," you murmured, recalling the elegant woman from your dream.

"Oh hey, you've met our Lucienne?"

"I have a vague memory of meeting her once, though my recollections of the Dreaming are still hazy."

Matthew cocked his head thoughtfully as he gazed at the setting sun. "You know, I used to really dig this time of day back when I was human," he said, reminiscing.

"Wait—you were human??"

"Oh yeah, I was. Though I wasn't exactly winning any awards in the morality department," he replied wistfully.

"How did you—"

"—End up becoming a raven? Not really sure myself. One minute I'm in bed, next thing I know -poof! Got myself a nice set of wings and feathers. Talk about a career change, right?" he quipped with a light chuckle.

"So you passed away, then?"

"Yeah, looks that way. Not that I'm complaining - being a raven's actually pretty sweet."

"That's absolutely astounding."

"So now I'm this messenger bird for Dream, whether he likes it or not. Which, let's face it, he probably doesn't."

You picked up your mug again and finished the last cold drops of tea, not wanting to waste it. "Why, is he against the idea of having you by his side?"

"He's still hung up on Jessamy. She was kind of a big deal."

“Jessamy…”

"Oh... right. She was the previous raven. The one I replaced after... you know. Not exactly my favorite topic of conversation."

'So that was her name... Jessamy...'

"But he sent you here," you pointed out. "That must mean you're important to him if he trusted you to find me."

"That's one of the perks of being a raven," he said with a casual tone."I can zip between realms without any of that fancy portal stuff. But hey, let's talk about you for a sec; how're you holding up? Everything normal in your human world? No creepy stuff happening?"

"Actually, I'm doing quite well. Better than ever, in fact."

You could have sworn you saw Matthew smile.

"Look, I don't have any bird-suitable food, but would you like to come inside?"

"Nah, don't sweat it about the food. I'll come hang out though! I’ve got nothing on my schedule right now anyway."

Rising from the chair with the empty mug in hand, you opened the window to welcome Matthew indoors. The raven gracefully descended from the table and approached the entrance, surveying the interior with keen interest.

"Nice house," he remarked.

You laughed at the absurdity of the situation; here you were, graciously welcoming a raven into your home and gesturing like a host greeting any ordinary visitor.

While it was an odd sight to see Matthew testing out the couch cushions, his presence further brightened your mood. His witty personality and comforting voice helped you feel relaxed and enterntained.

Or perhaps, it was originally Morpheus' subtle presence within him that you sensed surrounding you as you walked into the kitchen.

Upon venturing into the Waking World to locate you, Morpheus met unexpected complexities that altered his original intentions. Having successfully reclaimed his stolen artifacts and nearly completed the restoration of the Dreaming, he found himself at an unprecedented junction; despite regaining his full powers and achieving his century-long quest for freedom and retribution, the completion of his primary objectives left him contemplating his next purpose.

Nevertheless, one vital task remained before him: to engage in a direct conversation with you, face-to-face without the glass barrier. Despite his proud nature, Morpheus harbored genuine feelings that transcended mere interest and left him deeply bewildered. Your authenticity and sincere communication style set you apart from the typical human interactions he had encountered throughout his existence, making you a rare and precious being worthy of protection and care.

Being one of the Endless, Morpheus experienced your connection with a depth and power that defied mortal understanding. Your presence consumed his thoughts - from your radiant smile to your melodious voice, and the luminescent quality your eyes possessed whenever you gazed at him with innocent adoration. He recognized the prudent course would have been to keep distance for mutual preservation, to dismiss you as an inconvenience and allow you to pursue an unencumbered path without risking harm to your future. And yet, he found himself unable to do so.

Each basement visit only strengthened his attachment to you. Even during your moments of shared silence, he discovered brief respite from his imprisonment, a temporary freedom from the confines that had reduced him to a captive entity stripped of his regality and dignity. The exchanges through the glass allowed him to perceive your essence and indirectly shape a spiritual link, intensifying his overwhelming desire to reach you, to touch you, to feel you.

As an Endless, Morpheus was bound by ancient laws that expressly prohibited romantic relationships with mortals. His previous mistakes had proven the validity of these restrictions, a past romance that had resulted in devastating consequences for both parties involved. His attachment to Nada had clouded his reasoning, leading to circumstances that caused her immense grief. The aftermath left both of them scarred, with her fate sealed by their forbidden love and his heart bearing the weight of regret.

Given the potential risks, he was resolute in his determination to enstablish appropriate boundaries and prevent any anguish or hardship from befalling you.

Through your dream, Morpheus found you by the ocean, where the gentle waves created a rhythmic melody and the salty breeze permeated the air. Your beautiful presence captivated him as you moved along the shoreline, your hair and dress flowing gracefully in the wind. Though he wanted to announce himself, he stayed silent, choosing instead to preserve such perfect moment in his eternal memory.

Upon meeting your eyes, Morpheus’ resolve entirely crumbled. Although his extensive history with love throughout the centuries should have taught him caution, what he felt for you was absolutely unparelleled and unlike anything he had felt before—something truly extraordinary. It was not obsession, no, it was different. It was authentic and driven by his curiosity, his sincere interest in learning more about your existence.

He contemplated what made you so special, how a mortal could possess this gentleness and compassion that rivaled divine beings. In spite of the pressing demands of rebuilding his realm, Morpheus could not dismiss your image from his thoughts.

He had not intended to touch you so intimately—to kiss you, caress you, and pleasure your body throughout the night. Yet his self-control shattered as soon as he felt the warmth of your delicate form against his, intoxicated by your tender touches along his face.

He meant only to reward you with a simple kiss then, just one quick, innocent gesture of appreciation before departing. His restraint dissolved into raw need, stronger than any he had known or dared to ask for. As you drew him back, claiming his mouth with fierce determination, his usual hunger for control melted away. For the first time in his eternal life, Morpheus was willingly surrendering to another's embrace, knowing that your arms were bringing him boundless joy.

For him, intimacy and emotion were intrinsically linked, and what he shared with you had become an indelible part of his soul, offering him a glimpse of what a life with you could truly be.

He couldn't help but admire every part of you. The silken cascade of your hair, the soft blush adorning your velvet cheeks, the enticing sweetness of your breasts, the delicate warmth of your skin beneath his hands...

But most of all, the exquisite sensation of your body enveloping his, guiding him further into your depths, welcoming every part of himself that he offered you.

Unfortunately, as intoxicating as you were, your expressed wish for continued interactions across both the dream realm and physical world elicited significant concerns. His instinct to safeguard you nearly compelled him to refuse, as the situation logically demanded his complete withdrawal from your life.

In the end, he realized that being separated from you would be unbearable, and tragically hurtful to his heart and soul now that he had tasted your love.

Against his better judgment, here he was, repeating the same fateful pattern.

After sending Matthew to check on you, Morpheus anxiously awaited news of your well-being. When he observed you through his celestial viewing portal, seated contentedly on the bench, his worries immediately faded away. He gazed at your image, perfectly rendered in the galactic constellations that adorned the starry ceiling above, admiring the graceful way your form was captured in the cosmic display.

You were the embodiment of his deepest dreams, a treasure he was determined to preserve. He had tasked Matthew with monitoring you in the Waking World, ensuring your safety and reporting any changes when he could not observe you directly. Perhaps the traditional consequences of such an alliance had not yet manifested, or it could be that after 10,000 years, the ancient restrictions had finally begun to yield.

Having endured countless millennia of existence, did he not merit the opportunity to feel real happiness? Was it not possible for him, as an Endless, to pursue love without inevitably bringing tragedy to the object of his affections?

An intuition suggested this relationship would diverge from his previous ones in a way he could not foresee. Still, he had reached a crossroads, contemplating whether to risk emotional investment once more, while having a clear alternative. The simpler solution, though one he was deeply reluctant to pursue, would inevitably result in mutual heartbreak.

Morpheus returned to the throne room, his thoughts lingering on the intimate memories of your night together once more. The King of Dreams and Nightmares now walked in an unusual state, fantasizing about the mortal who had captured his heart, while wrestling with his need to summon you to his realm.

You were still a novelty to him, someone who fascinated him deeply. And somehow, you had already become everything he could ever desire.

From his vantage point, he watched your movements through the kitchen as you collected the dinnerware from the table. Your voice resonated clearly through the space, and your laughter elicited a subtle smile from his typically stoic expression. The celestial display tracked your motions, illuminating your silhouette each time you paused or turned toward Matthew, offering visions of an ordinary scene transformed into something magical.

As he looked at you, Morpheus was hit by an overwhelming sense of belonging that momentarily superseded his duties as Dream King. He was consumed by your beautiful smile and melodious voice, craving to have them to himself in person rather than through distant watching.

"My lord," Lucienne called as she entered the room, her voice betraying perplexity.

"What troubles you, Lucienne?" he asked, turning toward the librarian.

"Pardon my interruption, but there is a matter concerning the mortal who currently holds your attention."

"What is it you wish to tell me about her?"

Hesitation flickered in her eyes. "There is something of great importance that I must share with you. Something I’ve kept to myself until now."

A sense of unease crept into Morpheus' stomach. "Go on,” he urged her.

Lucienne gestured with her hands while speaking. "My lord, she was here. I found her standing in this very room while you were still locked away."

"What? How could this be?" Morpheus asked, his voice a deep, measured whisper tinged with disbelief.

"I must confess I do not know," Lucienne replied, her voice steady, adjusting her round glasses. "But I witnessed her presence myself. She stood precisely where you are now."

While he was aware of your newfound connection to his realm, the revelation of your appearance in his castle posed a puzzling question. The ability to traverse the boundaries of the Dreaming, even during its state of disarray in his absence, should have been impossible without his explicit invitation.

"My lord, if I may... There is something different about her. Something that I cannot quite place."

"How?"

"I am uncertain," Lucienne admitted. "But she carried an otherworldly quality. Not in any threatening way, mind you, but distinctly different from any mortal I have encountered in all my time serving the Dreaming."

Morpheus stood deep in reflection, his cerulean eyes returning to your projection. An inexplicable conviction grew within him that your nature was overcoming typical mortal bounds, albeit inexplicably.

Indeed, he had discovered something truly spectacular, though you represented an enigma that warranted further investigation.

Time passed imperceptibly as you engaged in pleasant conversation throughout the evening. As night fell, Matthew left gracefully extending his wings before taking flight from the dining table to the open window. You watched his black form diminish against the clouds until it vanished from sight, fading into the horizon where one world merged with another.

Fatigue began to set in as you tidied the kitchen, taking measured steps to keep circulation. As you retired to your bedroom, you sank into the plush mattress, allowing the day's exhaustion to envelop you. The comfort of the bedding provided welcome relief to your weary limbs after such an extensive day of walking.

Gently massaging your wrist in circular motions, you applied careful pressure to the sensitive nerves that, while improved, still occasionally caused discomfort with certain movements. As you methodically tended to your upper arms, you noted the textural changes where injuries had healed. The quarter-year period of employment at Fawney Rig had become a distant chapter in your mind, seemingly belonging to a different lifetime entirely.

You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, allowing your body to relax as you listened to the ambient sounds of the city; conversations drifting through the air, vehicles passing by, and the opening and closing of doors throughout the building as residents went about their evening routines.

Gradually, these urban soundscapes transformed, giving way to the gentle, soft cadence of ocean waves caressing the shoreline.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself transported to the familiar beach from your previous night's dream. The crystalline shell was still where you had last seen it, unmoved, its luminescence beckoning you forward.

Moving closer, you traced the intricate patterns along its surface again, appreciating the delicate crystalline formations and pronounced ridges. You contemplated how striking it would appear on your bedside table, a permanent reminder of these moments and landscapes. The shell's surface displayed an extraordinary chromatic transformation, shifting seamlessly through shades of pink, purple, and azure - reminiscent of artificial illumination, yet exhibiting an unmistakably organic quality.

After a final moment of appreciation, you returned the shell to its resting place in the sand. Your attention turned to the vast expanse before you, where the tranquil ocean merged with the celestial canvas above. The scene captured a remarkable convergence of temporal elements; the setting sun suspended eternally on the horizon while the cosmic stars and nebulae painted the heavens, creating an endless twilight that defied standard boundaries between day and night.

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Rising to your feet, you detected an approaching presence as elegant black shoes strode across the golden sand. With each step, your boots sank gently into the terrain while your newly adorned gown billowed gracefully in the coastal breeze.

The beach seemed to come alive at his arrival, the sand parting and forming a path for him to walk on. Morpheus approached with regal bearing, his unwavering gaze fixed upon you as he came to a halt. The subtle curve of his lips and his commanding presence expressed both authority and elegance.

You looked up at him, feeling small and insignificant in his shadow, but with a deep sense of comfort and familiarity.

"Hey stranger," you said tenderly, placing your hand over his chest and curling your fingers into the soft material of his coat. This gesture made you feel even more connected to his heart.

As he leaned close, his eyes sparkled in the starlight. "Hello," he answered, his voice sending a thrill through you just as it had the first time you heard him speak.

"This place is so beautiful. There's still so much I don't know about the Dreaming or dreams themselves.”

Morpheus surveyed the landscape, absorbing its sights and sounds. "Sleep brings you here to find freedom and adventure. My kingdom is a world of imagination, with Dreams and Nightmares that I create.”

“It all feels so real.”

"It is. There is another life which awaits you when you close your eyes and enter my realm.”

"I want to see more," you declared. "I've been wondering what dreaming felt like my entire life, now I don't want to miss any of it.”

You yearned to explore, experience and be inspired, to discover what laid beyond the corner of paradise you had found for yourself - a quiet place that seemed to be reserved for you alone.

Morpheus entwined his fingers with yours as your hand remained against his coat. Your eyes met, and he immediately noted the growing anticipation in your expression.

Awaiting his guidance through the realm, you observed as the King of Dreams and Nightmares gently withdrew your hand from his chest, enveloping it securely into his own.

"Follow me," he said.

"Where to?"

"I shall take you wherever you wish to go."

In that moment, you recognized that the King of Dreams was offering you the autonomy to shape your own path, inviting you to explore the limitless possibilities throughout his realm and letting your imagination run wild.

As you began exploring the depths of your subconscious mind, the gentle breeze intensified into a powerful wind, initiating a metamorphosis of your surroundings that drastically changed the environment before you.

The scene that materialized surpassed any preconceived notions. Right in front of your eyes stretched an ancient forest, its majestic trees towering overhead, their foliage displaying an extraordinary spectrum of emerald hues. Shafts of sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting a soft luminescence that accentuated Morpheus' distinguished features, particularly the sharp angles of his jawline and the radiance of his eyes.

As you gazed at the Endless being, you found yourself rendered speechless by his perfection. With deliberate grace, Morpheus reached forward, his fingers delicately brushing aside an errant strand of hair that had fallen across your cheek, allowing him an unobstructed view of your face.

The scene held a cinematic quality, and you felt a powerful urge to kiss him. Though aware of your sleeping state, this dream had an unprecedented clarity and vividness. A slight disorientation threatened at the edges of your mind, but your deep affection for him helped maintain your concentration, preventing the dream from dissolving into the usual chaos of sleep.

You wished to embrace him, but still kept a respectful distance, mindful of the undefined nature of your relationship. Not wanting to disrupt the moment between you, you chose instead to hold his hand firmly, finding solace in the coolness—gradually changing into warmth—of his touch.

The flowers at your feet seemed to respond to you, their petals rustling in a whispering giggle that resonated through the enchanted atmosphere like an echo in the wind.

You reluctantly released his hand, stepping back to survey your surroundings. Adjacent to you, a substantial formation of crystals emerged from the earth, adorned with several ivory Moonstone specimens of varying dimensions. Each gemstone was a different size, emanating a harmonious azure luminescence that danced across its surface. As you touched the stony structure and traced the Moonstones' contours, you noted their distinct coolness.

The crystals radiated an intense energy that emerged as a subtle tingling sensation at the nape of your neck. They seemed to harbor a secret, a latent force waiting to be awakened.

"If someone had told me this was possible just a few months ago, I wouldn't have believed them."

As Morpheus approached, the Moonstones reacted to his closeness, their magical radiance growing brighter and casting a stronger blue light across the surrounding landscape.

"You were always connected to this place," he stated. "But without my presence to guide and shape it, the Dreaming has languished for a century."

His words struck you like a ton of bricks, and you regarded him with deep sympathy for his prolonged ordeal.

"That's terrible. Such a beautiful realm, shattered to pieces by human greed. We never seem to learn from history," you blurted out in frustration.

Morpheus cast his eyes downward, masking the pain of his imprisonment. "Mortals require the Dreaming to confront their deepest fears and wildest fantasies," he declared, his resonant voice carrying a weight of ancient wisdom. "The Waking World has suffered greatly in my absence."

"I agree. But Roderick Burgess was cruel even before your imprisonment—showing no mercy or compassion, not even to his own son. He simply added more corruption to a world already tainted by arrogance and ignorance. Not even the realm of Dreams can save humanity from such flaws, I'm afraid."

Notwithstanding your kind's technological and social progress, instances of cruelty and injustice persisted throughout society. Morpheus' imprisonment served as a stark illustration of this reality, raising fundamental questions about the nature of human advancement when the same misconduct continued to repeat itself.

Perhaps humanity truly required a sanctuary to confront their deepest fears and desires - a realm where personal growth and transformation could become possible through introspection. However, historical precedent suggested a more sobering truth, one where mortals demonstrated persistent imperfections despite opportunities for enlightenment.

"Perhaps," he replied. "But you are not all Roderick Burgess."

You sighed. "There are still far too many people like him in the world. I wonder what kinds of dreams haunt their sleep."

"Their dreams are dark places filled with the consequences of their sins. They face what they truly are, beings haunted by their own twisted essence. Their dreams are filled with torment, fears that would drive lesser minds to madness."

Despite the subject matter, his eloquent explanation brought an unexpected smile to your face. As you looked at him, you were struck by the undeniable allure of his manner of speaking. His voice resonated with depth and richness, carrying an authoritative timbre that demanded undivided attention.

"It was a rhetorical question, but I like the way you explain things.”

A slight smile tugged at Morpheus' lips, his azure eyes softening. "Few mortals seek me out in pursuit of knowledge. Your curiosity is… refreshing."

"I'm not just seeking knowledge. As I mentioned last night, I truly want to understand who you are."

Morpheus studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. "I could tell you many things," he said at last. "But mortals may find it difficult to comprehend certain aspects of my existence."

"I may not grasp everything, but I want to learn as much as I can."

Another smile graced Morpheus' features. "Very well. Tell me what you wish to know."

Questions multiplied in your head as you ventured into his realm and grew closer to his presence. You approached each inquiry with careful consideration, keeping an appropriate deference to his status as an entity of immense power, regardless of the intimate connection you had developed.

"I want to understand what shapes who you are… and what propels you forward."

"What makes me who I am is a question that has troubled even the wisest of mortals. I am all dreams that have ever been dreamt. I am the shaper of form, the king of all nightmares, and as you know, I have been known by many names."

He paused, his gaze turning contemplative.

"As for what propels me forward... I have responsibilities, duties that cannot be neglected. The Dreaming must maintain its delicate balance with your world. Without it, both realms would crumble into chaos. That is my purpose, my function."

"That seems like an immense burden to bear."

Morpheus nodded, his aura somber. "It is a burden I have shouldered for eons, and one I shall continue to bear for as long as my function is required," he stated.

"Have you existed for that long?"

"Yes. I have watched the stars form and fade since before your kind walked upright. I am... eternal. I am the shaper of dreams and keeper of stories. I have been here since the beginning, and I will stay long after the last light fades from existence. I am both custodian and creator of all that lies between reality and imagination."

The sheer magnitude of his existence and the extent of his power really defied mortal understanding.

"I am older than time itself. I have witnessed the rise and fall of empires, and still... there is more to learn, more to discover.”

You leaned closer. "Could you share an example?"

"The mysteries of human consciousness continue to intrigue me. Yet what I find most remarkable is that even we, the Endless, are not beyond the reach of suffering. As stewards of existence itself, we bear the responsibility to alleviate such torment wherever it manifests."

In that poignant moment of realization, you grasped the full extension of his ordeal. His century-long imprisonment had subjected him to unprecedented suffering, an experience that had fundamentally devastated his essence and depleted his very being.

The desperation etched on his face that first night at Fawney Rig remained vivid in your memory—an image you would never forget.

"You deserved better than that," you said softly, your heart aching. You reached for his hand again, offering what comfort you could. Your touch was as delicate as a butterfly's wings, but with profound empathy, the kind that comes only from understanding another's pain. "You deserve everything."

Morpheus's throat tightened, working visibly as he searched for words. His eyes shimmered in the ethereal blue light emanating from the Moonstones.

With disarming delicacy, he brushed away another stray hair from your eyes and lowered his forehead to rest against yours. "I am Dream of The Endless, Y/N. I already have the universe."

You chuckled, feeling his breath caress your skin. "Then you deserve something even greater than the universe," you said, your voice resonating with heartfelt passion.

"Your words honor and humble me. Though you shouldn’t concern yourself with my burdens.”

"It's my choice to do so. I witnessed your suffering—I know what they inflicted upon you. And while I cannot presume to understand everything you've endured, I still care for you, Morpheus."

The Endless moved closer, and with incredible gentleness, his lips met yours in an intimate kiss that held you both transfixed. The gesture sparked a immediate response from the surrounding Moonstones, which erupted in brilliant light, bathing the space in a kaleidoscope of breathtaking colors. The Dreaming itself seemed to acknowledge this union, as a sudden gust of wind pulled you closer to him, as though nature itself was bestowing its blessing upon the two of you.

Time seemed suspended. The universe contracted to encompass only the exquisite sensation of his lips against yours, the warmth of his embrace, and the synchronized beating of your hearts

As the kiss came to an end, you resisted the temptation to initiate another, cherishing every second in his company. You allowed him space to step back, your fingers still interlaced with his as the discourse drifted back to its earlier thread.

"What else would you like to know?" he asked, his voice calm and steady, carrying the weight of eternity.

You took a deep breath, trying to focus your mind on something other than your feelings for him. "From what you said, I gather you're not the only Endless being, are you?"

"I am not,” he confirmed. "I have siblings. They, like me, have their own realms, and their own responsibilities."

“Can you tell me more?”

He nodded. "There is Death, my sister. She is the one who greets the souls of the departed and guides them on their journey to The Sunless Lands. There is Desire, who embodies and shapes mortal deepest longings. There is Delirium, the chaotic and unpredictable nature of madness itself. And Destiny, who walks his garden holding the Book of Fate, within which is written the sum of existence. Despair, twin to Desire, who dwells in her realm of mirrors and shadows. Destruction... who abandoned his realm and disappeared centuries ago. And then there is me... Dream of The Endless.”

You listened intently as Morpheus described his celestial family, the Endless, a pantheon of immortal entities wielding immense cosmic authority. Each sibling represented a fundamental aspect of existence, presiding over their respective domains with distinct personalities and remarkable duties.

However, something about this familial narrative made you pause, raising questions and uncertainties in your mind.

"Wait. Why didn't any of them come to your rescue?" you asked.

As Morpheus contemplated your question, a flicker of disappointment crossed his eyes. "We do not leave our kingdoms unattended unless it is strictly necessary," he explained.

"You were imprisoned. That definitely was strictly necessary, by any measure."

Discomfort flickered across his features. "My imprisonment was a burden I alone had to bear."

While the Endless were far from a conventional family unit, the absence of intervention from his siblings during his imprisonment was striking. Their inaction, whatever the reasoning, had evidently taken a big emotional toll on Morpheus.

Not wishing to cause him further distress by dwelling on this sensitive matter, you focused instead on your desire to see him content and acknowledged for his vital role in the universe.

Feeling remorseful, you said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Do not trouble yourself with apologies. Your concern for me is most kind," he replied. “My siblings and I… we have not always seen eye to eye. But I have learned to accept their ways, as I do have mine.”

You pressed your lips together, savoring the lingering taste of his kiss. Your hand drifted away, only to wrap around two of his cold fingers.

"I have another question, if you're willing to answer it?"

"I am listening."

"How exactly do dreams form? When I imagine something, does it simply appear on its own?"

"Dreams... they are not mere figments of imagination. They are intricate manifestations born from the depths of consciousness, each unique in its form and purpose. While some mortals may believe they can shape their dreams at will... true mastery over the realm of dreams is a power that belongs solely to me."

You smiled. "So if I imagine something, can you make it appear here?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I am the creator of dreams and nightmares. Tell me... what do you wish to receive?"

Even as an adult, your imagination stayed vivid and pure, providing a vital creative force that served as both sanctuary and source of strength throughout life's challenges.

You felt unsure, concerned that your request might seem frivolous or childish. However, before you could voice your thoughts, Morpheus intuited your desire. With a knowing smile, he raised his eyes skyward, demonstrating his clear understanding of your unspoken wish.

A powerful whirlwind swept around you, compelling you to turn and witness its source. Before you stood a magnificent creature of legendary proportions, its expansive wings casting vast shadows as it descended. The beast's impressive form was adorned with scales that seamlessly blended emerald and gold hues, their surface capturing and reflecting sunlight with crystalline brilliance. Its serpentine neck extended gracefully upward, crowned by a head of incredible size that dwarfed your own form.

Awestruck, you approached the dragon with careful steps, inspecting its demeanor. The imposing creature exhibited no signs of hostility. Rather, it lowered its head in a gesture of deference, as though taking in your presence with a formal bow.

You continued to advance, moving near enough to sense its warm exhalations. With contained movements, you extended your hand to make contact with its muzzle. The texture was unexpectedly pliant, with a warmth that radiated through your palm. As your fingers traced along its scales, the creature's golden eyes drifted closed, eliciting a satisfied smile from you.

Morpheus stood a few paces away, his hands clasped before him. His subtle smile conveyed evident pride in his creation.

"Now you're just showing off," you stated with a smirk. He merely responded with a soft chuckle.

As your hand glided across the dragon's skin, your heartbeat quickened with wonder. It was greater than any childhood fantasy, the perfect recreation of a long-held visualization now brought to reality just for you.

It represented more than mere spectacle. It demonstrated the extend of Dream's benevolence and power, qualities he preserved even after humanity's countless transgressions against him.

You had experienced firsthand the devastating void of a dreamless world—the unsettling emptiness upon waking, the endless darkness behind closed eyes. While you held onto the values of justice and kindness taught by your father, this curse had spread relentlessly, affecting countless souls across generations for over a century.

As you stood in front of this dragon—a tangible, living creature that you could actually touch—your emotions overflowed: joy, relief, and a sense of wholeness.

Morpheus advanced to stand beside you, and when you moved back from the creature, the majestic beast spread its wings and soared into the vast expanse of the dream world with a thunderous roar.

Turning to face the Endless again, you rose to your tiptoes in a sudden, irresistible impulse. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck as though your grip alone could anchor you to this very dream and prevent you from fading away.

"Thank you," you whispered against his ear. "Thank you for existing, Morpheus."

The moment felt ephemeral—soon you would return to the Waking World alone. You couldn't bear to release him.

Morpheus stayed silent, but with careful deliberation, he placed his hands at your waist and held you with tender restraint.

The words "I love you" lingered on the tip of your tongue, aching to be spoken. "What am I to you?" you longed to ask. "What are we?"

You decided to withhold expressing your deeper emotions for the time being. Though he may have already sensed them, you preferred to let things be and progress on their own, avoiding any potential complications.

His touch was gentle, his fingers creating delicate motions on your dress while maintaining their position. You lowered your arms, allowing your hands to trace the contours of his shoulders before moving down his biceps. The way he visibly relaxed under your care created deep peace and stillness.

Unfortunately, it was short-lived.

"Y/N."

"Mh?"

"My librarian has informed me of your presence in my castle," he spoke.

His sudden serious tone startled you. You wondered if perhaps he was displeased about your presence in his domain, especially given its ruined state at the time. The warmth between you seemed to cool, and anxiety settled in your chest at the thought that he might disapprove of your actions.

"Yes…I'm still not sure how I managed to do that."

When Morpheus considered your answer in silence, an urgent need to explain yourself welled up inside you. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to intrude. I wasn't even aware of where I was until she told me."

“You misunderstand me. I harbor no accusations against you.”

His words reassured you like a soothing balm, dissolving your tension. You let out a deep sigh and whispered a timid "Oh."

"Our connection appears to have granted you abilities that ordinary mortals do not possess. Access to places in my realm that should be... forbidden to any mortal who enters."

You recalled the pivotal moment in the basement when your hands made indirect contact through the glass barrier. That specific event marked the beginning of your dream experiences, though they resulted in only as faint, fleeting memory upon awakening—until the day of his liberation.

"That does make sense," you replied.

"I suspect Lucienne is not the only denizen of my realm you have encountered during your wanderings."

You nodded. "Abel and Cain."

“Correct.”

"Does it trouble you that I explored your realm uninvited?"

Studying Morpheus' face, you watched as he gave you a slight shake of his head. "No. While it would be unwise for mortals to traverse the Dreaming unguided, I find your presence here more than acceptable. You are... different from the others."

"I would never want to disrespect you," you said, offering him a sweet smile.

"It falls to me to shepherd and safeguard your journey through the Dreaming. I shall not fail in this duty."

Though you understood that Morpheus' realm was accessible to all dreamers and his influence extended throughout humanity since time immemorial, you felt a distinct satisfaction when he addressed you with such importance. While acknowledging his role as guardian of all dreams, his gentle touch provided you with a unique feeling of stability and significance, even as you remained mindful of his eternal nature and the countless minds he had shaped throughout the ages.

Taking one of his hands from your waist, you brought it to your lips and kissed his cool knuckles. After releasing your grasp and fighting the need to cling to him once more, you lifted your dress from the ground for easier movement. "Would you care to take a stroll with me, Your Majesty?"

Morpheus' smile widened more than ever before. "It would be my pleasure," he replied, offering his arm for you to take.

As you accepted his offer, he led you through the wonders of the Dreaming, leading you along its vast and magical pathways. You encountered flowers and creatures more wondrous than any you could imagine in your waking life, and trees in countless shapes and hues. Time lost all meaning as you walked together, and with each second spent in his kingdom, you felt as though a part of you had always belonged there,

As Morpheus recounted tales of his adventures, you were fascinated to learn that he had inspired William Shakespeare to become history's greatest playwright. Each tale of the past left you spellbound, making you wonder about the many influential souls he had touched across time.

Later, you inquired about Matthew, carefully avoiding any mention of Jessamy to avoid ruining the pleasant atmosphere. When questioned about the raven's presence in the Waking World, Morpheus was reserved, indicating only that he would share this tale with you another time. His sudden reticence was curious, but you respected his boundaries and put the matter aside.

Through these interactions, you came to appreciate Morpheus as the most intriguingly enigmatic being you had ever come across.

It did not deter you, anyway. Rather, it enhanced his compelling presence, pulling you closer with each interaction. While his company provided certainty, you navigated the delicate balance between intuition and emotion.

As questions arose about what mysteries Morpheus had yet to reveal, you found contentment in embracing the cryptic energy of your relationship and cherishing his companionship in the present moment.

The sky began to shift to a darker color until the light of the sun gave way to a sea of stars and northern lights. You traversed an expansive bridge alongside one another, while gentle waves lapped at its supports, creating a mesmerizing symphony of aquatic sounds.

The stars above shone like diamonds in the night sky, as the lights roiled around in mesmerizing colors. But despite the enchanting scenery surrounding you, your attention was drawn to Morpheus again. You studied him closely, taking in every detail - the way his wild raven-black hair seemed to move in an unseen wind, how his cerulean, starlit eyes held endless wisdom and mystery, and how his deep, resonant voice held both sternness and kindness. His pale complexion seemed to glow, and the way he carried himself spoke of ancient power and dignity.

As the bridge came to an end, Morpheus paused, gazing out at the infinite expanse of water before you. You unlinked your arm from his, advancing forward to survey the horizon. An impenetrable veil of mist concealed the landscape beyond, stirring within you a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

"Where are we?" you asked, kneeling on the wooden planks and gently touching the water's surface. To your amazement, the water seemed alive, swirling playfully around your fingers.

"This is but one facet of my realm," he replied. "It exists between your world and mine, where the boundaries of dreams and reality are blurred.”

As you stared at the waters, distant images played in sequence, like fragments of another world moving behind a mirror. The sight was both beautiful and eerie.

"Those dreams belong to other humans," Morpheus explained. "We are at a crossroad.”

A familiar sensation of consciousness began to permeate your thoughts, growing stronger despite your resistance. The impending return to wakefulness was unmistakable, and decidedly unwelcome.

"You are beginning to wake," he spoke matter-of-factly.

Rising to your feet, your hand instantly dried. "I don't want to leave yet."

"Do not fight it, Y/N. Our paths shall cross again."

“When?”

“Soon enough."

Morpheus guided you to the bridge's edge, where the waters parted like the Red Sea, revealing a staircase that descended into the darkness. As he started down the steps, he sensed your hesitation and offered a reassuring squeeze of your shoulder. "Fear not, you are safe with me.”

Overcoming your initial reluctance, you followed him down the newly appeared passageway, the surrounding water's coolness sending a shiver through you while simultaneously energizing your senses. Upon reaching the bottom, Morpheus turned to face you, his gaze meeting yours in a final, meaningful exchange. Though countless words remained unspoken, you started to slip away, your consciousness fading as the waters began to envelop you. His farewell was marked by the touch of his lips against your cheek, followed by a deliberate wave of his hand from right to left.

"This dream is over.”

Daybreak's light gently roused you from slumber, its warm rays caressing your face. Instinctively shielding your eyes with your forearm, you took deep breaths to regain full clarity. After releasing a prolonged exhalation, you nestled into the plush comfort of your bedding, savoring the luxuriant embrace of the mattress and pillows.

Reflecting on your time in the dream world, you carefully considered every revelation about Morpheus' realm, and the insights gained about him and his family. The prolonged immersion in that fantastical realm made the transition back to your normal life feel particularly jarring. The nature of dreams - their fluidity and perpetual transformation - provided both a lens into the unconscious mind and an avenue for transcendence. Within the Dreaming, where temporal constraints dissolved, wandering souls could discover solace and redemption from their troubles through boundless possibilities.

Rising from your slumber, you assumed an upright position, administering gentle pressure to various pressure points; your cervical region, orbital area, temporal zones, and lumbar muscles, to alleviate the residual tiredness and tension.

Your vision adapted to the ambient illumination, noticing something unusual on your nightstand. A crystalline object shimmered in the early sunlight, one that had certainly not been present the previous evening. Your eyes widened in astonishment, and you questioned the veracity of your waking state.

On your nightstand rested the same, identical shell from your dream, its iridescent surface refracting the morning light. As you lifted it for examination, its tangible weight and cool texture against your hands confirmed its transition from dream to reality. You examined it, turning it in your hands and observing each detail just as you had done on the dream seashore. Your fingertips traced its contours with a mixture of scientific curiosity and wonder.

You had always operated under the logical assumption that dream elements remained exclusively within their domain, incapable of physical materialization. However, as Morpheus evolved from an abstract concept into a concrete presence in your existence, you recognized that in the company of the Dream King, standard limitations between the conceivable and inconceivable simply ceased to exist.

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you returned the shell to your nightstand, contemplating its mesmerizing form for several moments before rising from bed. While preparing a modest breakfast, activating the radio, and proceeding with your customary activities, you took notice of another change that had occurred; as soon as you stared at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your jaw dropped at the sight of your arms, now completely free of scars.

Checking your skin, you confirmed it was indeed physical rather than illusory. You traced the area of your upper back where the glass fragment had caused injury, yet no evidence of trauma was present. Your entire skin presented a flawless appearance, completely devoid of any indication of prior wounds.

And then, you carefully rotated your wrist, flexing and extending it to assess its functionality. The results were once again marvelous: complete absence of discomfort, no neuropathy, and no abnormal sensations whatsoever.

You were moved to tears by the miracles before you. Morpheus had blessed you with gift after gift that left you feeling both grateful and indebted. Though you were just a human with seemingly little to offer such a powerful being, you understood the subtle loneliness that lingered within his heart—a void you wished to fill from your humble, insignificant position.

Your affection for him was undeniable, yet you were uncertained regarding the reciprocity of those feelings. As an immortal entity whose essence was beyond time itself, your appearance in his life would constitute but a momentary interlude in his eternal journey.

Yet, an inner wisdom urged you to remain steadfast in your relationship with him. While past relationships may not have endured, perhaps they were merely preparing you for something more significant.

You contemplated the situation with a mix of humility and uncertainty. The notion of a mortal from the Waking World capturing the attention of the Dream King, when he could align himself with any divine being of comparable power, seemed almost presumptuous.

Despite your attempts at rationalization, your heart continued in its emotional response. As if answering to your internal conflict, Doris Day's "Que Sera, Sera" began playing on the radio during your morning routine. Recognizing this potentially meaningful coincidence - as the universe often communicates through subtle signals - you chose to embrace this serendipitous moment. Rather than continue analyzing the situation, you decided to allow events to develop naturally, without unnecessary intervention.

Every moment with Morpheus filled your heart with meaning and purpose, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

With a composed smile at your reflection, you collected your belongings and secured the door behind you.

Your recent visits to the Dreaming had a great impact on your artistic expression, elevating your creative capabilities and inspiration to unprecedented levels. Seated comfortably at the New Inn, you immersed yourself in an effortless flow of imaginative work, your hand gliding across the sketchbook with natural precision.

Although you had extended a brunch invitation to Hob, he regretfully declined due to pressing commitments. Having established yourself as a valued regular patron at the Inn, the staff accommodated your extended stays without concern. You always placed periodic orders throughout your visits, and the staff's genuine interest in your creative endeavors served as welcome encouragement. Your portfolio development had intensified significantly, with every spare moment dedicated to realizing new concepts, even if that meant departing from conventional approaches. This period marked a deliberate expansion of your horizons, allowing your ideas to flourish unrestricted.

Later that afternoon, you departed from the inn to visit your father, who lived just a few blocks away. Glancing at your wristwatch, you quickened your stride while navigating the bustling sidewalks, the pleasant weather drawning numerous pedestrians outdoors, requiring careful maneuvering through the crowded streets.

Distracted, you failed to notice the approaching figure until the collision was inevitable. The impact against his chest caused you to stumble backward, your bag falling to the ground. Thankfully, the secured zipper kept the contents contained, though you worried about potential damage to your phone.

A steadying hand at your lower back prevented your fall, making you feel simultaneously secure and uneasy. A jolt like an electric current coursed up your spine, paralyzing you momentarily as your eyes shot upward.

Standing mere inches from your face was a man wearing distinctive round black spectacles with unusually thick lenses. His blonde hair was elegantly styled, cropped short on the sides and sleekly combed back on top. His attire was impeccable: a light grey jacket paired with a high-collared white dress shirt, complemented by pristine black trousers and polished dress shoes.

His countenance was impassive and unreadable. However, his lips soon formed an enigmatic smile that rendered you completely immobile again.

"I'm sorry," you said nervously. "I should have watched where I was going."

While his refined appearance and charming demeanor were undeniably attractive, something about his presence felt distinctly unsettling. You could perceive a strange energy radiating from him that gave you pause, a sinister force that urged you to break away and flee immediately.

“There's no need to apologize," he answered, helping you to your feet while removing his hand with peculiar slowness, which felt deliberately tactile. “We wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we? Are you alright, sweetheart?"

His deep, gravelly voice carried a seductive quality that only heightened the alertness creeping through you.

"I'm fine," you replied with composure. "Are you?"

"I am," he purred with a predatory grin, his perfectly white teeth gleaming in the sunlight. "But please... let me help you."

The stranger crouched down to retrieve your bag from the pavement, carefully dusting it off and running his hand along the leather surface. Strangely, you detected an aura reminiscent of Morpheus's presence, yet this energy carried a distinctly malevolent undertone that sent another inexplicable chill through your body.

Something about this didn't add up—surely he was just an ordinary man on the street. Or was he?

After inspecting it, he handed your bag back while studying your face intently from behind his glasses.

"Thank you," you said, taking your bag and quickly slinging it over your shoulder. "And I'm so sorry again for bumping into you, sir."

Averting your gaze, you attempted to proceed past him, but he intercepted your movement before you could reach the crosswalk, restraining you by the arm as he loomed uncomfortably close.

You wondered if he was actually smelling you, or if your mind was playing tricks.

"Now why the rush?" he asked, his grip on your arm loosening. "After all, I should be the one apologizing. Let me make it up to you. Care for a drink? I know an excellent whisky that'll make your teeth ache."

The man's attitude raised significant alarm bells. It seemed to extend beyond mere aggressive flirtation, appearing more menacing with a carefully constructed façade of kindness.

You forced a polite smile, attempting to extricate yourself from the uncomfortable situation as gracefully as possible. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm in a hurry right now."

Your hopes of deterring him were dashed as he leaned in even closer, bringing his face mere inches from yours once more. "Come now, darling... I insist," he murmured in your ear.

Frustration welled up inside you. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm expected somewhere in a few minutes. If you'll excuse me."

Though his eyes were hidden behind dark lenses—eyes you felt an instinctive fear to meet—you firmly held his gaze as he processed your rejection. His displeasure was evident in the way he inhaled sharply through his nose and pressed his lips into a thin line. At last, he released your arm, measured step backward, and raised his hands in surrender. "Don't let me keep you, then. Though I do hope we'll meet again soon."

The man remained stationary as you decided to finally withdraw. With a courteous yet reserved nod, you pivoted and proceeded along your intended route, efficiently traversing the street and integrating yourself into the pedestrian flow on the opposite sidewalk.

Unbeknownst to you, the Nightmare observed you with a calculated expression of satisfaction, a subtle gesture signaling his unspoken intentions.

Author's notes:

• I generally do not stand for AI generators, as they take away the work from real artists (either with the generations themselves that take bits from existing artworks, or people selling AI art without any efforts). However, I think it can be useful for personal purposes and I like to play around with it to make quick concepts that might help me better showcase what I'm writing about.

• The importance of the phrase "You are not all Roderick Burgess" is there to capture the development that Morpheus is already going through in this initial phase. As we all know, in episode 3 he was about to leave Rachel to her consumption, to a slow suffering and upcoming death. He decided to help her because Johanna reminded him of his intention to save humanity, and that means he should also be a little more compassionate since his own sand put the girl into that state. When Morpheus told Johanna "You are not Roderick Burgess", he clearly wanted to let her know that he learned the lesson and that he shouldn't consider all humans the same. For this reason, I wanted Morpheus to tell this to the Reader as well, also as a reminder to himself.

• Morpheus has a lot of secrets, and right now Reader doesn't know half of the things he's done and went through. In the next chapter she will definitely learn about Nada, but most likely, he will also confess what happened with Calliope and Orpheus. One way or another, every single lover has left him, so let's see if Reader will be an exception... 👀

• In the comics, the Corinthian is 100% homosexual. In the TV show, Gaiman apparently stated that the character is pansexual, although it is clear that he still has a preference for men. At the end of this chapter, he wasn't really trying to get laid with the Reader, but he is known to use his charm and sex appeal to draw his victims in to get what he wants (he just seems rather flirty by nature; even with The Good Doctor, he always had that charming attitude and he tried to use the same tricks with Miss Rubio to locate Jed). Also, I see him smelling Reader's hair as a way to taste her fear. He's a nightmare after all, one that likes to toy with his victims. However, he may have found quite a challenging human this time around. Oops, sorry Cory.

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saiakv · 10 months ago

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❛ out of all the people here, why do i have to be stuck with you? ❜ // stuck in their domain time !

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ACCOMPANIED BY THE HUM OF A SINGING BOWL AND the climactic rattle of bronze cymbals, a thousand arms splay on the Bodhisattva's statue and barriers open like a bloom awakening at the dawn of a new world. From the bowels of Todai-ji temple, the timeless call of faithful bellows and with it, the gargantuan statue's eyes open and illuminate a trail of white light amidst the infinite darkness that surrounds them — this light and the barriers, the only beacons illustrating a digestible concept for what The Womb Realm may look like.

With legs folded in the lotus pose under Kannon's unyielding glare ( an alarming expression sits on her lacquered visage, far from what one may envision for a being immortalized for her compassion ) the onmyoji lets interlocked fingers slip free again, instead cracking a wry eye open to peer through their surroundings — with her light, a myriad red threads appear, each tying her headdress to one of many faces protruding from the barrier-walls. Some wear an agonized expression, some a serene smile; others none at all. And amidst this sea of stolen lives, one headless dragonfly still quivers with unmatched resolve.

The soul of Suguru Geto. Tethered to the wall alongside all these others, as the vessel that has become of his body falls dormant. And a cruel reflection of his own visage stares back at him now, through piercing eyes that have assumed a cooler shade of violet; Kenjaku's true visage has been lost somewhere along a thousand-year-journey, but, much akin to legends of angels or devils guarding the pockets of time between each reincarnation, they assume the features of the one visiting their realm. It's an uncanny immitation of the liminal space between death and rebirth, but one glimpse of the scenery would suffice to confess the true fate these souls endured; abducted, from their natural cycles and trapped here perpetually, in the Domain of a thousand year curse.

Their deliberate silence allows Suguru Geto to have that realization for himself; and Kenjaku will wait until it has begun to sink into his skin, before raising a flat palm, covered in ritual ink and incantations lost to the ages.

❝ Let's keep the conversation civil, shall we? ❞ Like a wall, he lets the animosity in his captive's tone hit and bounce back at him, echoing in the hollow darkness between them. He sits at the top of a stairway leading to the statue's bare feet with a serenity that reflects the impossible distance placed between them. ❝ I don't like wasting time, so I'm going to be straightforward. ❞

He may have wanted to cut in there, but between the joined resonance of their voices ( both velvety smooth, albeit Kenjaku's flat intonation soothing it to a dull edge ) the echo of the Domain holder's own, reigned.

❝ You are dead and in limbo. ❞ They explain, simply — a half-truth meant to throw dust in his eyes. That same palm raised between them aims to silence any premature protest. ❝ And, until your soul passes on, I suppose it is accurate to say — that you are stuck with me. However; it does not have to be unpleasant. I believe you have some unfinished business in the world of the living, correct? ❞

Suddenly, their frame becomes animated, a lean forth that reveals the horizontal stitch running from one greying temple to another — Geto's own face staring back at him with a blooming smirk. A palm folds under their chin, the other hand resting on a creased knee as they leer over the stairway.

❝ I could help you with that. ❞

#( kenny vc: be quiet gayboy. mommy's got work to do )#( awioefhwa i took forever-- sowwy )#ANSWERED.#antishaman #( verse tag tbd )

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unohanabbygirl · 2 years ago

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Q for HIPS! Could you give us thoughts on a what would have happened if the greens/baratheons hadn’t been succession in burying the fact that Aemond went into rut madness before chasing after Lucerys? Like if there was just one knight who was loyal to Daemon or an old maid who once cared for Rhaenys who reported what happened immediately to Rhaenyra? I feel like it would be total chaos. Especially since the Hightowers are so closely related to the Faith that a lot of minor lords would abandon them, not to even mention the small folk or Daeron. Would it speed up of the violence of the war or would it ensure that it never happened if what Aemond did and the loss of the greens’ moral high ground pushed Aegon into giving up kings landing to protect himself? It’s one thing to have Aemond kill Lucerys on dragonback in a storm, it is a whole other thing to imagine him going into rut and hurting Lucerys so badly through an assault that he would die.

I like the idea of an old woman whose served house Baratheon her entire life and even took care of Rhaenys as a child hearing about what happened in court and immediately seeking out answers. This entire situation is a straight up death sentence for Borros as he’s doing everything he can to make sure no one speaks of what happened to a single soul, so anyone who wanted to inform the blacks would have to be careful as hell.

It would take some time but soon enough the woman gets a message sent to Dragonstone explaining everything she knows from Luke falling to the floor as he presented to Aemond going into rut and chasing him out before Borros swore everyone to secrecy and pledged his allegiance to Aegon. Rhaenys doesn’t want to believe the message, but this woman practically helped raise her and knows she’d never lie about such things.

From there on out the blacks declare war. Even though they don’t truly know what’s happened the chances of Luke making it away from a prime alpha in rut madness whilst in heat basically makes it a guarantee that something horrible has happened. In such a situation the best possible scenario is that Aemond left Luke alive after an assault while the worst is that he’s been murdered brutally as prime alphas in rut madness will continue to assault their victims even after their death. Every knight loyal to Rhaenyra including those who serve their allies houses (who were informed of the situation through raven) are sent to search every inch of land surrounding Stroms end for Luke and Arrax over the next days. Corlys wants Aemond’s head more than anything, but Daemon has to remind him that sending their men after him will end in a blood bath if he’s still in that state while Vhagar is at his side.

Once Luke is found along with sure signs that Aemond was the one who assaulted him such as his scent, their fears are confirmed and messages are sent out to every single house both minor and great.

The minor houses are disgusted without question since the faith is such an important part of their lives. They live and breathe by it. For the greens to hide something that’s basically akin to spitting in the face of the mother and holy omega is blasphemy, sin in its purest form. They loudly give their support for the blacks and the smallfolk follow in turn with riots calling for justice.

War has been declared and the greens are now left with only the Baratheon’s on their side. Aegon is their only capable dragon rider since Aemond and Hel are out of commission and Daeron has gone to bend the knee to Rhaenyra much to Alicent’s distress. Even her own house has turned their backs on them, calling for them to surrender in a last ditch attempt to save their lives. Something Otto’s stubborn ass refuses to do because he knows Rhaenyra nor Daemon and Corlys would allow him to live in exile after what Aemond’s done.

All in all, there isn’t much actual violence or fighting outside of what’s already happened to Luke as well as the small folks rioting at the keeps gates because the war is won before it could begin in more than name. The greens have no support and only one dragon rider who’s never even wanted to be king in the first place.

By the time Luke comes to consciousness Borros has been executed, Aegon surrendered much to his mother’s distress, and Aemond is being held in the black cells along with Otto, Aegon and Alicent, which is the best case scenario since there’s hardly been any casualties.

I can imagine that the family wants Luke to decide how to punish Aemond since he’s the one who’s been wronged the most. Holding him in the cells with heavy security until Luke has the strength to make a decision.

#asks

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dalchiid · 2 years ago

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Hi hello how are youuuuu? I’ve been so busy but I’m finally all caught up (again), then I realized a new chapter will be up today (yay) so I’ll only speak about the elephant in the room in case the next chapter confirms any more of what I have in mind.

First of all, I can’t believe everything went down the way it did. I always knew Namjoon was a snake, but damn. I think the worst part about what he did to y/n is the fact he didn’t do it because he had some sort of grand plan in mind akin to world domination. No. He simply did it for fun. To fuck with her. Like a kid doing an experiment, and y/n was his lab rat. I’m glad Minjeong and Yoongi intervened when they did because it’s honestly crazy to think about how far Namjoon has and was willing to go with things.

Realistically speaking, Namjoon would be dumb to tell Hoseok he’s been having an affair with y/n. But the more I think about it, he literally loses nothing from telling Hoseok about y/n’s plans to escape. Affair aside, y/n confided in Namjoon about so much up until the very end and I feel like Namjoon is petty and reckless enough to use that to his advantage for another one of his games. Which makes me wonder will everything eventually come to light? I feel like Namjoon shouldn’t get away with the shit he pulled, then again any of the brothers (sans Yoongi, but especially Hoseok) finding out would be a death sentence for y/n.

Speaking of Hoseok: “he's good at pretending nothing is wrong for the sake of seeing how long you'll go on lying to him.” Oof I won’t lie. I got chills reading this part. It never occurred to me that Hoseok might be pretending not to know everything. With the way his mood changes so easily at the slightest things when it comes to y/n, I can’t imagine him allowing more substantial issues to fly under the radar. Then again, this is the guy who single-handedly kidnapped y/n while she was under the nose of her previous masters. He’s been incredibly manipulative from the start, that much we know for sure.

With that said, Thank You for giving us amazing chapters week after week & HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY I HOPE YOU’RE ALSO HAVING AN AMAZING WEEK !!!

— cloudy anon ☁️

Hi hi! Hello!

Namjoon would have definitely continued what he was doing if it weren't for Yoongi and Minjeong. Y/N would have never been brave enough to confess her feelings to him if it weren't because of them. Sadly things turned out the way they did but it's for the best because only god knows how long Namjoon would have continued messing with her otherwise.

Namjoon may or may not say something. If he knows what's good for him he won't otherwise he'll get the ass whooping of his life from his brother but he's confident that outside of that Hoseok would never detach himself from him. The brothers do love each other and all of their faults after all. But the question is will he? Will he ever tell Hoseok or anyone else what he knows about Y/N? Hm. I wonder 👀

Hoseok is good at playing aloof for his own gain but how far will he go? There's no ifs, ands, or buts that he doesn't know about the more intimate moments between Namjoon and Y/N but who's to say he doesn't know that something might be up? And he's great at manipulation. Maybe he's just waiting for Y/N to tell him herself.

And of course! I'll be here to hook you guys up for as long as I can and thank you! I hope life has been treating you well!

#ask #covetous #cloudy anon ☁️

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chittering-bout-the-enviroment · 2 months ago

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This made me think of one of the main themes of Studio Ghibli’s movie, Princess Mononoke. In Princess Mononoke, the audience follows a young warrior from a remote and traditional tribe named Ashitaka. He kills a boar god that was brought to rampage by humanity and is cursed by it, forcing him to leave and to never come back as he tries to find a way to save his life. He was raised to value both people and nature and, since he is practically exiled by his people and is dying, he has little personal stakes in the wars he finds himself in the middle of. One war is between the imperial armies and other groups as the king seeks immortality and the other is between one of those other groups (an iron-working confine led by Lady Uboshi) and the surrounding forest’s gods and spirits. This makes him a good protagonist for the story and as he himself claims, he is here to “see with eyes unclouded by hate”. He seeks to facilitate an understanding between the humans who he comes to know and respect and the forest that he similarly adores.

In the modern age of social and climate discourse, one of the largest struggles is trying to get the other side to understand the importance of what they seek to allow to be destroyed. Often the passion environmentalists have makes their anger, fea,r and desperation cloud their minds until they cannot bear to try to speak to the people opposing them on their level. It is akin to war in certain online spaces, both sides often feel that the other is a personal attack against their lifestyles, and values and on them as people. With such high stakes, neither is willing to truly hear the other out. In Princess Mononoke, the forest spirits scoff at Ashitaka. They already do not trust him because he is human and he is trying to get them to understand that Iron Town is a bunch of good people doing bad things in an attempt to survive. Similarly, Iron Town calls him a traitor and a fool for his desire to not use technology to overpower and drive away the beasts keeping them from the supplies they need to survive. Neither side is willing to view the other as living beings with value, families and a need to survive until the end. Neither group will consider trying to work together when they think backing down will be a dishonor and a death sentence.

In modern climate discourse, some people believe that a great enough disaster will eventually happen to tip the scales. Some believe that such a drastic and undeniable loss or threat is necessary for change and that things will have to get to that point before real change occurs. It is a mindset that I have mixed feelings on. On one hand, it is hopeful. If things will be fixed after we go too far, the world will not end. However, I also feel bitter about the suggestion. I do not want greater suffering and loss to be a requirement to ending the way people and nature are already being hurt. In Princess Mononoke, there is a lot of suffering on all sides. The two sides accept that they need to find a balance only after the nature god loses its head and almost ends the world. It only stops its ramage because Ashitaka, a human who sympathizes with and hopes to save the people of iron town and San, the human girl raised by the wolf gods of the forest who learned to hate and fear most of her kind for how they hurt the forests, where the ones to come together and work to return the head. Great losses and many lives are lost before it is enough of a wake-up call to get both sides to put down their weapons and listen to each other.

(Images are screen caps from Studio Ghibli’s Princess Mononoke 1997 found on animationscreencaps.com/princessmononoke)

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sangreprince · 5 months ago

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@biophmet | Continued

❛ So ... This is what they call Hell? ❜ Silco is still rising, gaining consciousness - there was a brief SILENCE amidst the darkness. One that soon became filled with memories; both good &. bad. Many such flashed of his daughter, of his former brother, of ... her. The beautiful woman both men had fallen for; a women neither could have. Wherever Zaun's fallen was going, was not going to be the same as her destination. No, he is undeserving of such kindness &. yet? A man greets him kindly, extends a hand - despite the burning sensation, it soon grew into a warm hug. Something akin to what he felt in his last few moments of brain activity before completely fading ... A hug so familiar to his kin's own arms wrapped TIGHTLY around a dying frame. Hair slicks back, he doesn't fashion his favored coat; rather he's in what was worn at Death's door. Filled with bullet holes &. tears, dried blood stained 'round his rib-cage. Luckily, the black cloth hides these infliction well. However, rather than feeling exhausted or ... in pain, he feels as healthy as he did previously. If not more? Mismatched gaze peers into the others, flickering to the offered hand &. dismissing of it. His confusion overtook him, instead darting looks around this unfamiliar area. God must be playing some sort of cruel joke, he's been sent to something worse than the Hells ... ❛ Let's cut the chit-chat, I've been sentenced to a never ending purgatory, haven't I? ❜

❝ No. ❞ Gentle, yet firm, he speaks clearly and without doubt. His hand falls, and his gaze follows Silco's own. Out over the fields. He preferred them this way , now. The shades deserved a kinder place, in the end. ❝ Beautiful, aren't they? ❞ Reverent are his words, not knowing how they mirror Silco's own. His expressions, the way his features settle into a medium of content, they betray him. To a man such as Silco for whom deceit was commonplace, this man in-front of him reeked of a uncanny sincerity. ❝ Ασφόδελος ( Asph-oh-de-luus ) .. Asphodels. ❞

He doesn't say anything for some time. It's intentional. He patiently waits for the man to stand on his own, and observe his surroundings beside him. ❝ The flowers, I mean. And no it's not purgatory, exactly. ❞ He waits a moment, then looks his way. ❝ Good people who try to live well and do right by those around them.. This is where they find their peace. Not quite heroes. But not monsters either. ❞

The Prince was not all knowing, yet he knew in this moment to allow him time to think and process. He does not offer empty flattery, nor break silence where it is not needed. He waits, finding the right moment for words when Silco breaths deeply for the first time since he arrived. ❝ You're not being punished. Not for trying. ❞

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hwanchaesong · 2 years ago

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Love Scenario

Jeong Yunho X Reader

genre & warnings: fluff, angst, historical au! (kind of like forbidden love), mentions of illness, death/killing, betrayal and heartbreak, bittersweet ending lmao

word count: 3.1k

a/n: here ya go~ @marievllr-abg i chose Yunho for this one cuz i can really imagine him in a historical au 😭 hope you like it! to anyone who wants to request, these are the rules. thank you 🫶

You rolled your eyes for the fifth time that day, adjusting your outfit and trying to block the words that keep on coming out of your mother's mouth.

"Oh! And make sure not to go over the river, that is not our territory anymore. They might kill y-"

"Mom." you called out for her, cutting off her sentence and giving her a hug. You felt her tense body relax for a bit, "It'll be fine. I'm old enough to know all the rules of our land."

Your mother sighed, finally hugging you back, "Just make sure to follow all of it, it's dangerous out there, honey."

You gave her a squeeze and pulled away, a large grin broke out on your face before you hurriedly picked up your things when you heard the call of your trainer.

"I'll come back to you mom, safe and sound, I promise." you pecked her cheek and bade her goodbye, running downstairs that you almost bumped to your brother.

"Watch where you're going! Oh? Is it today?" the prince of your kingdom, Mingi, inquired.

"Yep!" you gleefully replied as your giant of a brother waved you off, murmuring a soft 'take care' before going on his own way.

You understand why your family protects you so much, the only princess of your land. They still see you as their fragile and sickly girl, and you can't blame them for that. You had been terribly ill as a child, god almost took you from your them one time, but that was long ago! Now, you're a strong and healthy lady, ready to be independent.

Your kingdom has this coming of age tradition, in which all of the young highnesses were allowed to explore the entirety of the nation, including the vast forests and cold seas. Accompanied by a veteran trainer trusted by the monarchs, this will last for two days and three nights.

You were beyond excited and nervous as your feet took you to your father's chamber, wanting his blessing before you go.

You opened the grand doors of the room, your father's eyes crinkling with happiness when he saw you, "Ah, my princess is all grown up."

You giggled, coming up to him and wrapping your arms around him, your father immediately reciprocating the action, "I was actually waiting for this my whole life."

"I know, I know." he cleared his throat and you took this as a sign to get serious. You pulled away and bowed down, watching as he took a sword and unsheathed it, the blade gently touching your shoulders alternately as your father chanted akin to that of a prayer.

"May you do great as always, my daughter." you looked up and saw the sword being handed to you. With determination in your eyes, you gratefully accepted the sword, "Yes, I will father."

Upon exiting the palace, your trainer slash cousin Seungcheol is already waiting for you in front of the carriage. "There you are, now come so we'll arrive at the destination before afternoon."

During the trip, you can't help but miss your family already, your cousin's words drowning under your thoughts.

"So that happens when you pass the river- Hey! Hey! Okay then, don't listen to me." he sulked, crossing his arms like a child.

You turned to him and tapped his biceps, laughing a bit, "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"Hm," you put a hand under your chin, "about the river something?" you smiled sheepishly, earning a groan from Seungcheol.

"I'll repeat it, listen carefully this time!"

You nodded your head, full attention on the male in front of you.

"Pretty sure that you already know about the 'no trespassing the river' rule because of some ghosts." you laughed a bit when his tone went sarcastic. "In reality, it was said that an assassin from the neighboring kingdom lives just beyond that boundary. So never step foot in there in order to stay alive."

You listened well to him. Followed all the advice that everyone told you. But when left alone while exploring, (Seungcheol told you to get yourself familiar with the area while he set up the camp) a tiny curiosity couldn't help but creep within your insides.

And what do they always say? Curiosity killed the cat. Well no, but an arrow almost killed you.

If you were to explain yourself, you were just mesmerized at the beauty of the plains that you completely forgot all about the rules and regulations. C'mon, those pretty wild flowers were practically begging to be picked and made into a flower crown. You didn't realize that the said river was already in front of you, carelessly crossing over it when an arrow suddenly went 'woosh!' right beside your head.

You are doomed. So doomed and frankly, you are more scared of Seungcheol's scolding than the dilemma at hand.

A sharp edge was felt behind your head and you supposed that it was the arrow of the perpetrator, "Who are you and what do you need in here?"

You broke into a cold sweat, racking your brain for some sort of lie that you could make up on the spot, "I um, I am.. a-a merchant?"

The stranger raised an eyebrow, "You don't seem so sure of your own occupation."

You straightened up and cleared your throat, "A merchant."

The man behind you scanned your figure before heaving a sigh, lowering his weapon down and giving you a warning, "Well, Miss Merchant, I suggest you leave as soon as possible. This is not a place for commoners like you."

You heard him scuffling before picking up his footsteps. Now, you consider yourself a logical person. Someone who thinks before doing some things, but as of the moment, it seems like you love to surprise yourself even more.

"Excuse me, sir!" you acted before you could think. Turning around and catching a glimpse of him before he could walk away from you.

And my god was he beautiful.

His skin glows under the afternoon sunlight, casting an orange hue over his soft yet sharp features that made him appear ethereal.

"What is that you want?" he asked, tone annoyed at your persistence.

You dumbly pointed over to the flowers, "I um," you winced when you realized that you stammered for the second time since you met with the guy, "those flowers. My family told me that they cost a lot, so would you please allow me to gather some before I leave."

His eyes scanned the area before he walked towards the fields, motioning for you to follow him. You smiled a bit, running after him and you couldn't help but observe him a bit more.

He is incredibly tall, heck, he could even match your brother's height! And it's not like you're bragging, but your lovely brother is considered the tallest in your kingdom.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice him halt, causing you to bump into his broad back.

"Ouch!" you yelped, earning yourself a glare from him.

"Are you always this much of a klutz?" he pinched the bridge of his nose before pointing downwards, "Now gather. We don't have all day."

You hastily plucked some flowers, and when you were done, you thanked the man and sprinted out of there. You were scared shitless, his voice was cold and the way he looks at you was dangerous.

It doesn't take a genius to know who the man is. He was the infamous assassin that killed many of your nation's skilled knights. You weren't even sure where you got the courage to ask him a favor, let alone talk to him.

Only a few seconds of your marathon, a hand gripped your wrist.

Dear lord, are you gonna die?

You are so young. You still have a lot to do in this lifetime. How you wished you listened to your mother and cousin. If only you weren't so-

"You dropped this."

Oh?

You spun on your heels and saw his outstretch hand, handing you a red tulip that may have escaped your small bag. You cautiously took the flower in his hand, gazing at it intently, and when you were about to thank him.. he was gone.

When you got back to the camp, your ears almost got busted by Seungcheol. Your cousin was talking nonstop, asking questions here and there, and when you had enough, you escaped from him by pretending to be tired and sleepy.

Although, drowsiness didn't visit you. The man that you met earlier is fogging your mind, and in the midst of your stupidity, you decide to go back and meet him once more the next day.

Thus, the position you're in as of now.

"Why are you here again?" the tall man went closer to you, he had you pinned on a tree and a knife on your neck.

You grunted when he pushed you further into the tree, "It's either you tell me what you really want or you'll die right here."

The blade sunk deeper into your skin. Deeper. Deeper.

"I'm interested in you."

The blade stopped.

He squinted his eyes at you, doubting what he heard, "Pardon?"

"I said," you took a deep breath, "I am interested in you."

He scoffed, not believing your words, "You must be crazy." he lets you go, putting his knife back into his pocket.

"You must be too," you bite back, "seeing that you stopped attacking me."

He turned to you once more, willing himself to act civil in front of you, "What's your name, woman?"

"Y/N, and you?"

"Yunho. Jeong Yunho."

He doesn't know why and how, but as much as he hates to admit it, he does have this inkling inquisitiveness about you as well.

He couldn't get you out of his mind since he saw you yesterday. You with your bright eyes and innocent demeanor.

It wasn't a coincidence that his arrow missed, heck, he was the most vicious killer out there, yet he didn't put an end into your life.

He broke the first rule of his job, 'kill all intruders that dare to step in their kingdom's territory.'

And now, he is breaking the second rule, 'never give true information about yourself to anybody.'

"Yunho." your voice sends shivers down his spine, loving the way you say his name.

"Yeah?"

You gave him a dazzling smile, one that could potentially blind him if possible, "Would you be a dear and show me around?"

You bet he did.

With a bit of hesitance and convincing on your part, he accepted your offer.

He showed you every nook and cranny of the forests, shores and fields, and you enjoyed every moment with him.

At first, you were done doing all the talking. He had his guard up the whole time, but when lunch time came and you brought out a whole ass meal... dude became a whole different person.

He was beaming like a little kid, munching away and at the end of it, you were the victor as he gave you a compliment about your food (no, you did not cook it, credits are rightfully given to Seungcheol).

The peak of your hang out with him was when he led you to a secluded area on the top of a hill, the sunset showcasing its grace.

"Woah, it's beautiful." you murmured, mesmerized at the scenery.

"It is." his gaze went over to you, and he thinks that he must have been blessed if he's able to see such a lady like you.

"Hey." your voice brought him out of his daydream, "I wanna give you this." you pulled out a flower crown from your bag, abruptly putting it on his head that caught him off guard.

"You look pretty in that." you snickered, standing up and dusting off your dress.

"You're going?" he asked, still in a daze to what is happening.

"Yes. It's almost seven, I have to go or else that man will end up scolding me again."

'That man?'

Yunho could feel the familiar green monster creeping up on him, thus, he followed you home.

He was surprised when you hugged a guy, laughing and talking to him like he means the world to you. He won't accept that.

Last night that you'll be able to meet with him, and you surely did not expect him to put you in this position.

"Yunho? What are you doing?" you questioned him, his body awfully close to yours.

"I should ask you that question. Who was that man you were with last night?"

Ah, so he was jealous.

You cup his cheeks, a soft expression on your face, "That was my cousin, you fool."

Yunho was relieved to say the least, no competition on his part.

"Thank god."

It was the irony of the situation that made it ridiculous of him to thank the heavens. He was so sure that the deities out there resent him for everything that he had done, even up to this moment, the facade he had been keeping.

Truly, he was a fool, and so are you. Allowing a murderer like him to hold you like this. Allowing the close proximity between your faces, lips close enough to touch, breaths mingling with each other.

"Y/N!" a booming, familiar voice startled the both of you. Your heart was beating so fast, you think it'll leap outside of your chest any minute now.

"You fucker!" Seungcheol jumped from the trees, ready to slash Yunho "How dare you lay a hand on her!"

Luckily, Yunho's flexibility is excellent, easily reacting from the other male's attack and pushing you away at the same time.

"No, Seungcheol!" you yelled, trying to alleviate the situation.

"He's-"

"Shut it, Y/N. I knew something was up when you avoided my questions the other night." he countered, eyes full of rage.

"Seungcheol, please listen to me." you plead, eyes getting watery to the situation presented in front you.

Your cousin paid no mind to you, turning his body to Yunho, fully drawing his sword out and getting ready to fight the assassin.

"What are you planning?" he questioned the larger guy's intentions, "You knew this girl you're with is the princess of your rival nation."

He knew who you were?

"My plan's ruined now, I guess." a smirk made its way to Yunho's lips. His dark eyes focused on you two, "I just want some information, to be honest."

Information? From you?

Your head was spinning and you felt like throwing up, "What is happening?" you bumbled, making Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"You really are dumb aren't you? You think I'll be with you if you're a commoner?"

Tiny pieces of your heart are shattered. So this is what getting your heart broken feels like.

You didn't notice the tears that rolled down your cheeks. You didn't notice the way Yunho widened his eyes with regret.

"You insolent little-!" Seungcheol charged forward, keen on killing the assassin, or at least hurt him. It was effective, seeing that Yunho was distracted.

"Tch." Yunho leaped away, preparing to depart, "You'll pay for this wound you gave me, Choi Seungcheol. I'll be back."

He gave you one last look, then he was gone.

"I can't believe you were this close to death. What were you thinking, making contact with a menace like him!?" your mother wailed beside your bed, holding your hands tightly.

You heard her, but you were too out of it to even give a coherent reply.

You were used. Deceived. Broken.

Mixed emotions and thoughts swirling around your heart and mind, you were such a dimwit. Thinking that you could change a man like him, or maybe he could treat you differently.

Outside the palace, you could hear the shouts of the men, chaos ensuing all over as the order to capture Jeong Yunho was issued.

"Get him!"

"Find everywhere! Anywhere!"

"If you can't capture him, kill him. That is an order!"

"Your majesty!" a guard knocked on your door, "The king wants to have a conversation with you."

Your mother stood up, glancing at you worriedly before walking out, "I'll be back soon, honey. Wait for me."

You were unmoving for a few minutes when loud thumping resonated from your window. You were alarmed, but still went over to your window.

You got the shock of your life when you saw the person outside.

Jeong Yunho.

His expression says it all, practically begging you to open up and let him in. To let him explain.

So you did, knowing how weak you are for him.

"Y/N!" he enveloped you in his arms, savoring the moment.

"Yunho." your arms automatically clung to him, "Yunho!" you sobbed. You couldn't let go of him.

"This will be quick Y/N. Listen to me and please, please believe everything that I will say."

You nodded and he leaned his head forward, his forehead resting against yours. "I am truly sorry for what I said the other day. I didn't mean it."

"Really?" you whispered, wanting more assurance from him.

"Yes. I will never mean that. I just.. I just have to keep an act. I have to do it in order to protect you."

He knows that if he spelled his realest, deepest feelings for you during his encounter with Seungcheol, you'll be in bigger trouble. He doesn't want that to happen to you, he wants you to live comfortably, even if it means that he'll go through hell for it.

You didn't know what to say, you were at a loss for words, and he took it as his cue to continue.

"I am sorry. I-"

"Someone has broken in!" a shriek outside made him flinch, and he knows that he has to end this meeting.

"I will come back for you, I promise. Even if it kills me."

"No!" you wailed, clinging to him even more, "Please stay alive for me."

He couldn't take this anymore, the emotions are bubbling up inside him and there is only one way he knows how to project all of it.

Thus, he kissed you passionately.

Lips moving in sync and the precious moment was cut short when loud footsteps were fast approaching your room.

Then you felt something soft in your head, followed by a last kiss before he disappears into the darkness, "Y/N, I love you. Always remember that."

You gasped when your door opened, your mother and father's concerned gazes bore into you before it traveled onto your head.

"What's that?"

You immediately grabbed the item, salty tears forming in the corner of your eyes upon seeing what it was.

The flower crown that you gave him.

The flowers are starting to wilt, but if you observe closely, one can see that it was taken care of. Handled gently as to not destroy it. Exactly how he held and stared at you for tonight... Tender and full of adoration.

You held it close to your chest, holding back your cries as you pray to anyone who could hear to protect the man that you'll tirelessly wait for.

"I love you too, Yunho."

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audioslavedragon13 · 2 years ago

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Some Notes On My Opposing Force 2 Idea

This is more of an archival/brainstorming post for me, but I'll let y'all see what I'm thinking.

Gman is given a chance to show his employers what Adrian is worth. Gman is absolutely ecstatic (if he can really feel that emotion, it’s not obvious to anyone).

Part of Gman’s plan is to have Adrian form an alliance between Race X and Humans, similar to how Gordon brought the Vortigaunts and Humans together.

Adrian has a love for water (and aquatic life), so once he is released from stasis, the state of Earth’s water bodies makes him burst into tears.

Adrian is dropped off in one of the cities located in what was the southeastern United States (can’t decide if I want to do Texas, Louisiana, Mississippi, or Florida). This part is important due to the wetlands like swamps and bayous that are/were located in these states.

Race X took advantage of the Black Mesa Incident to collect Earth’s resources to fight the Combine, but failed when Adrian disabled one of the last free Gene Worms. The Gene Worms are used by the combine for their dimension-transportation abilities, since they can transport armies without the need to be in that world physically and can allow individuals to go back and forth from both locations at will. The last free Gene Worms transported as many Race X life forms as they could before being acquired by the Combine. I am planning on having Adrian having an additional connection to Race X via some sort of ability gained when he defeated the Gene Worm in Opposing Force.

The swamp and bayou locations on Earth were the most suitable spot for Race X to take refuge, and the shocktroopers do what they can to stay hidden from humans, Xen forces, and Combine alike, since the number of well-trained soldiers are small in number.

The wetlands of the former American southeast are now a toxic mix of Race X, Xen, and dwindling Earth flora, in addition to the pollution put out by the Combine. Going into what the human survivors call the “warring wetlands” is a death sentence for most humans and vortigaunts. Some brave souls venture to the edges of the bayous to harvest what little Earth flora remains, since it fetches a high price and possible decent food rations if sold to the right byer.

Parenthood (especially Fatherhood) is an important part of shocktrooper culture, since it is the father who spends the most time caring and nurturing the offspring. Insulting someone’s father for shocktroopers, is akin to insulting someone’s mother for humans (get ready for sparks to fly, literally). Adrian’s fatherly relationship towards Ben is important for bridging the gap between Race X and Earth for this reason.

Shocktroopers are capable of telepathy, a trait that allows shocktroopers to communicate with other Race X lifeforms and allows the young to pick up on the language of their parents (this is one way you can tell if a shocktrooper is related to another or is from the same clan, since they will have a similar vernacular to each other) .This is the reason why Benjamin can speak English, since Benjamin spent a long time around Black Mesa with the scientists in the lab pre-cascade, and then Adrian during Opposing Force.

Ayxen is a seasoned warrior from Black Mesa, and is absolutely terrified of Adrian when he first sees him. Ayxen eventually grows very fond of Adrian, admiring the human a little more than he maybe should, causing conflicting feelings. Adrian is unaware of this, and when he does become aware, is at a loss for what to do. (this part is still subject to change, but it’s a fact that Ayxen has a sort of obsessive fondness of Adrian that is not necessarily romantic in nature. Still a point of inner conflict for Ayxen, though)

Daynyx is playful for a shocktrooper, and this shows a side of shocktroopers that Adrian grows to appreciate, even if it does get on his nerves sometimes.

#adrian shephard #shock trooper #opposing force #opposing force 2 #half life oc

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shenzuul · 11 months ago

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So, I go both ways on Gale. When I am feeling ungracious, I am inclined to take a less generous interpretation of Gale's history with Mystra.

The Weave is an extension of Mystra herself, to the point that you could consider it to be literally her body, or a part of her body. From that point of view, her authority over magic isn't exactly the same as other gods' authority over their domains, where they are assuming a role of power and responsibility that could theoretically be filled by someone else (for example, someone with a more benevolent view towards mortals, or different ethical standards). Mystra has authority over magic, because magic acts upon the Weave; the Weave is her body, and she has the right to bodily autonomy.

Mystra set clear boundaries with Gale about what he was and was not allowed to explore in the Weave. Gale refused to accept these boundaries, nagging her to move them for the sake of his ambition and curiosity. If you are taking the Weave-as-Mystra's-body thing seriously, you could read this as akin to refusing to take no for an answer about a particular sex thing that your partner hates, or telling your partner that they should be fine with giving birth because you love children. (I could pick less sensitive examples, but my mind tends to go there specifically because they were actually sleeping together.) Gale was looking at the Weave as solely something to use, not respecting it as part of Mystra herself.

But Gale regrets how he behaved towards Mystra, right? Yes...but I think it's ambiguous what exactly he feels sorry for. An extremely ungenerous reading of Gale would say that he only he feels sorry because (1) he lost his "world's most special wizard" status and (2) now he literally has a bomb in his chest--i.e., because he personally is facing the consequences. A less extreme but still unfavorable reading would be that he feels sorry for hurting Mystra's feelings, but doesn't understand that he violated her bodily autonomy. There is some evidence for this in his lingering admiration for Karsus and eagerness to get his hands on the Crown of Karsus. Does he really understand why what he did was wrong?

The generous reading is that Gale does now understand what he did and genuinely feels sorry for it, but his sincere feelings of apology are complicated by how Mystra has chosen to get her revenge on him. I would say that waiting for Gale to inevitably blow up when she has the power to save him is a grey area ethically; I don't think Gale's actions warrant a death sentence, but you can probably find different ethical arguments for whether or not Mystra has an obligation to act to save him. However, ordering Gale to blow himself up when he finds a group of people who might be on a path to save him? That's pretty clearly over the line. The two of them are stuck in a toxic loop of going overboard in their efforts to even the score.

The fact that Gale is attractive and has charming manners just heightens whatever feelings you have about whichever reading you like; it makes him a more villainous villain, or a more sympathetic anti-hero. And I do think that the ambiguity, the fact that there are multiple possible interpretations, makes him a far more interesting character.

I'm kind of new to the fandom and have a question: Why do so many people seem to hate (or dislike) Gale? Like, do people really hate him or is this some joke I just don't get since I'm new?😅

And if it isn't, why do you hate him? He said ✨️Hello, I'm Gale of Waterdeep✨️ and became an instant favorite of mine. I'm just confused why so many people would hate this ray of sunshine.

#bg3

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loveoaths · 2 years ago

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Three sentence fic meme: padadin au. Anakin introduces Obi or the Council to his new weird padawan

“Anakin, do you mean to tell me—” Obi-wan abruptly cuts off at Anakin’s defiant expression, then shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, because if he doesn’t give his hands something to do, they might find their way around Anakin’s neck and squeeze, and that would not be very Jedi-like of him at all.

“Do you mean to tell me,” he repeats, biting back the bile-bitter manic anxiety building in his throat, “That you brought a Death Watch assassin — a group that, might I remind you, is openly hostile to the Republic and the Jedi Order — onto a Republic military ship? While we are actively at war?” The Mandalorian youngster — because they must be young, barely coming to Anakin’s shoulders while seated — handcuffed to the table shifts something between their legs, and Obi-wan has to death-grip the ship kitchen counter when he realizes it’s a goddamn blaster. “And you didn’t take their blaster?”

“He’s not Death Watch anymore. Or, he won’t be soon. And it’s only a stun blaster, Master,” Anakin laughs, his punch-bruised mouth only punctuating the irony only Obi-wan can see, apparently. Where he went wrong with this boy, he doesn’t know, and he’s not sure he ever will. “Did you know weapons are part of Mandalorian religion? It makes him feel comfortable.”

“Comfortable,” Obi-wan repeats flatly, gaze pinning the Mandalorian in their — his — seat. The T visor stares back dispassionately, but even muffled by beskar, Obi-wan catches whiffs of suspicion and curiosity curling underneath.

At least the feeling is mutual.

“Like a security blanket, maybe.” Anakin shrugs again, then raps a knuckle against the visor. The Mandalorian’s hand tightens around the blaster, and Obi-wan commiserates. He, too, would like to shoot Anakin right about now. “Gotta keep him comfy before we introduce him to the Council.”

Obi-wan allows himself a moment of weakness; he presses his throbbing temple against the kitchen doorway’s cool durasteel until the aching dulls, then crosses to the caf station. He does not enjoy caf, it honestly makes him a little sick, but the emotional and physical exhaustion hit him all at once, and if he’s going to fly them home after this, he’s going to need it. “And why, pray tell, will we be doing that?” Obi-wan doesn’t bother curbing his incredulity this time.

He knows this is both the right and wrong question to ask when Anakin’s mischievous smile curls, tooka-like, into a full blown smirk. “Because he’s strong in the Force. Strong enough augment his speed subconsciously. Oh, and he almost impaled me on a stalactite back in the temple ruins. Can’t forget that.”

Obi-wan registers almost impaled me with a dull nod — and who does that say more about, him or Anakin? — and thinks, Kriff it, and bypasses the caf station entirely for the locked liquor cabinet. R2 can fly them home.

“A Mandalorian Jedi. Great!” Obi-wan grabs a random liquor bottle and a glass, then thinks better of it. He puts the glass back and uncorks the bottle and pulls. A reasonable man in an unreasonable situation is allowed his coping mechanisms. “Because that went so well the first time around. You can’t seriously think the Council will allow this.”

“They allowed me,” Anakin strokes his fingers against smooth metal and cups the back of the helmet, and it is so eerily akin to a mother clutching her child that Obi-wan starts, a dark and wary something curdling in his belly. “They’ll allow him.”

“Anakin, he’s dangerous!”

“They once said that about me, too.” Anakin’s smile folds into itself, becomes flat and displeased. “I proved them wrong.”

Did you? Obi-wan thinks. It feels like a betrayal, but the glimmer of truth digs under his skin. “We’ll see, padawan,” Obi-wan says instead, withdrawing with his bottle and heading for the cockpit, “We shall see.”

#in which i am physically incapable of writing just three sentences. apparently.#padadin au.#fic tag.#thank you!

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coexiising · 4 years ago

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art deco - anakin skywalker

SUMMARY ◆ You’ve been Anakin Skywalker’s Padawan for almost five years now, recieving training from one of the most brilliant Jedi Knights you have ever met. In an attempt to further your training, you and your Master take a trip to Naboo, however, it is soon revealed that your feelings will get in the way.

WARNING(S) ◆ Smut, lowkey slow burn, anakin being hot but what’s new, dirty talk, authority kink, virginity kink, bye

WORDS ◆ 7.8k and i regret nothing

NOTE ◆ I wrote this during heartbreak so this is me totally projecting

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THERE WAS SOMETHING INCREASINGLY PLEASANT ABOUT BEING ON NABOO. You were quick to realize that the planet’s beauty that was always spoken about was not just a thing of rumors, and that, in fact, the place was even more beautiful than you could possibly imagine. The way that every tree hung perfectly, with it’s branches begging to be touched by a passerby, and how every single animal that grazed along it’s pastures had a sense of calm that you had never felt in all your years of living in the galaxy.

The villa along the large lake a few miles away from the main city was a thing of dreamlike structures. It’s columns held intricate pieces of wood and stone and the balconies that overlooked both water and flower fields were more welcoming than you could ever imagine. A own little touch of paradise, and you would be staying here for only a week.

The war, which you had been flung into only a few years into your training, was going on longer than anyone anticipated. The separatists were not letting up on their preposition to become a sovereign state, and the deaths of thousands mass produced clones has become a daily thing. It took a great toll on everyone involved, and more specifically the Padawan’s like yourself that were not at all prepared for this type of environment for your training. When you were just a youngling, all you expected was to go on lots of missions with your Master that would be Jedi affairs, not Republic ones. In a way, you felt as if you were being robbed of something that you weren’t quite sure how to pinpoint, an innocence in a way.

This was the Council’s way of trying to make it up to you. You knew that it wasn’t supposed to actually be a vacation, no, you were meant to keep up with your training, just in a different environment that would make you more akin with the Force. And that place was Naboo, tranquility in the form of a planet.

“I can feel your apprehension,” Your Master told you, walking in front of you up the stone stairs that came up to the front door of the place you would be staying in with him. Behind you was a ship, no one inside to accompany the two of you. To do this right, as the Council said, you were not to be distracted by anyone else, no clones, no droids, no nothing.

If only they knew that it didn’t matter if there was no one other than your Master to engage with, because Anakin Skywalker, alone, was able to distract you for hours on end if you really put your mind to it. Anakin and you were very similar in age, early adult years, and yet he had the role of Master and you were still just a Padawan. You knew that it was because of his efforts during the Battle of Geonosis at the very beginning of the war, and that alone was enough to grant him the title of Jedi Knight, but it still was awkward at points when he talked down on you, because really, he had only two years more experience in life than you did.

You did what you were told. You always did. As a youngling you had a temper, a rebellious streak that for a time was almost concerning for the Council and the Master’s that taught you. And yet, here you were, a respectful young Jedi. Over the years you have grown, probably more than any other youngling that the Order has ever seen. It was like overnight somehow you turned from a child to a young woman, and you were adamant about completing your studies so that you could become a Jedi Knight. Those plans, however, got incredibly tainted with the war, and then with the introduction of you and your Master. It was a rather uncalled for pairing. You were hoping for someone like Master Yoda to take you as his Padawan or even for master Plo Koon, yet it was wildly noted that you were picked by Anakin Skywalker yourself. A rather odd thing and he still hasn’t told you completely why.

Anakin was not entirely a man of secrets. You could ask him things about almost anything and he would tell you. The only thing that he kept guarded in the deepest parts of his mind was things of his past, and his reasoning behind making such vast decisions like taking on a Padawan during a large civil war. But you and Anakin still managed to be very close, the Force growing strong between both of you as if it too agreed in your compatibility.

You shook your head, immediately refuting his accusations. “No, it’s not apprehension,” you told him, eyes coming up to meet the back of his head since he wasn’t looking at you. “Just concern, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” Your Master questioned. The second that his foot came up to the top of the stairs, his figure turned around and faced you, those bold, blue eyes of his racing to meet your own. “If you have any doubts about anything, tell me, I am your Master after all.”

That’s exactly that problem, you thought to yourself, making sure that your mental shields were up to guard it. That was the last thing that you needed, for him to know the things that you wished to push down into the darkest depths of your mind. That was the Jedi way, after all, keep all those emotions that were considered dangerous and a path to the dark side in a little cage in your mind and throw away the key. The thought of simply just being with him here alone made your brain almost electrify yourself, thinking about all the possibilities of slipping up and revealing all your emotions towards your Master directly to him. It was something to fear, and yet you were not allowed to fear.

You offered him the fakest smile that you could muster, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m alright. Let’s just get inside, it’s almost dark.” The setting sun was directly to your back, illuminating him in front of you like he was something to be marvelled at. And to your defense, Anakin Skywalker was definitely something to be marvelled at. His chiseled cheeks only looked more distinguished in the golden light, along with his dark brown hair that seemed to catch it just right. It made you feel weak in the knees, these thoughts of him, and you knew it was wrong to think of him in such ways - but you just couldn’t stop. Every time you tried to vilify him in your mind, another reason why you should love popped right back up in its place. It was a deadly cycle that you have shamelessly fallen victim to, and there was nothing that you could do to stop it or further this attraction. It was forbidden.

The moment that you stepped into the building, a sigh left your lips, eyes taking in all your surroundings. It was marvellous. There were marbled stone floors that were covered in rugs in some places, plush couches in the middle of the room, and off to the side were the counters of the kitchen, all looking as if no one had ever stepped foot in here. Suddenly you felt out of place here, like you weren’t good enough to live in such a lavish way. After all, your temple rooms were nothing compared to this. They were bland, sandy and brown colors everywhere. Only a dresser with a small mirror and a bed were in it. Yet here, there were different hues of reds, greens, and blues, tables and chairs and fancy lamps, and plants that added almost another dimension to the already breathtaking house.

“It’s - It’s,” You started, not able to find the correct words for what you were trying to say.

Luckily, Anakin finished your sentence, “Breathtaking. It’s breathtaking.”

You turned to look back at him, taking in his features for just a moment more.

Breathtaking, you thought to yourself. Yes, everything here is just breathtaking.

The soft silks of your bed sheets rolled between your fingers, tempting you to lay into bed and never get back up. How on Earth were you supposed to keep training when you were living like this? You could imagine yourself, not as a Jedi but as a normal person, eating wild berries as you sat on your bed near the balcony, looking towards the horizon and not having one single worry in that head of yours. It was tantalizing, the perfect picture in your mind of what you wished to be.

“You think too loud.”

You spun around to only be met with your Master, who was leaning against your doorframe effortlessly. A heat rose up to your cheeks, realizing that you hadn’t been taking the proper precautions of keeping those thoughts only to yourself. They were just little flings of ideas, nothing too brash that could get you into any trouble. “Sorry, Master, I shouldn’t have been thinking of slacking off when we have work to do in the coming days.”

A chuckle escaped his lips from deep within his chest. “It’s okay, Y/N, really, if I am being honest, I was thinking the same not too long ago.”

That was shocking news to you. You always thought that Anakin always wanted to be on the run, as if this trip that he had to take with you was annoying to him because he had to take time away from the front lines of the war. But it also made sense, even victorious war generals get tired sooner or later. Perhaps you didn’t know him as much as you thought that you did. This trip wasn’t just for you, it was for the both of you. It was good to go back to basics, remember the first feelings of the force and go from there.

“And here I was thinking that you didn’t want to be here,” You mused.

Your Master laughed at your jest. “No, quite the opposite. It’ll be nice to take a step back from life for a little bit and get some much needed rest.”

“I didn’t know that General Skywalker knew what rest meant,” You continued on your playful banter.

“I don’t,” He chuckled. “Maybe you can teach me?”

Now that sends you through a loop. You knew that he was probably just playing around with you, since you were teasing him a little bit. But that sentence was enough for that place in your mind to unlock all the fantasies you had in your head about him, the ones that you only dared touch when you knew you were alone and it was the dead of night so no was there to read them. You held yourself back from becoming flustered, knowing the moment you showed any signs of it that he would know that something was up. Instead you simply nodded your head, taking your eyes off of him to the balcony that was open to your room, seeing the way that the moonlight illuminated the waves of the water. “Perhaps after training tomorrow, we could go by the water?” You asked him.

“Sure thing,” Anakin said, turning on his heel and making his way out of your room. You took a sigh of relief at his absence, not because you wanted him gone, but because seeing him in such a leisurely setting was starting to get to your head. That dizzy feeling that got to your head every time you looked at him for too long started to subside, and you were left with only your thoughts as you put away some robes you packed for the stay.

The moment that your head hit the soft, plush pillow of your large bed, you were completely enveloped by sleep. In your dreams you only saw you and Anakin, happy and smiling in the gracious flower fields of Naboo, preparing meals together half dressed in the kitchen, and falling asleep in each other's arms. It was so real and lifelike that when you woke up in the morning, you felt as if you had awoken from an alternate universe.

Anakin didn’t know what he was doing.

Of course he was excited to be able to take a break from the long, withheld war between the Republic and the Separatists, but at the same time he knew that being alone with you was going to be a struggle for him. Anakin loved to train you, he really did. You were a loyal Padawan to the Order and was eager to learn the ways of the Force by his instruction. He knew the moment that he saw you that he wanted to train you. But he hadn’t prepared for him to become so emotionally attached to you, and it was tearing the young Jedi apart.

It was incredibly taboo of him to gain these feelings for two reasons. One: the Jedi were forbidden from attachment. And although Anakin hadn’t been known for following all the rules of the Jedi, he knew that attachment could possibly lead to dark places if he wasn’t careful. Two: you were his Padawan. It may have been different if you were within the same ranks as him, but you were not. He was supposed to be your teacher, and there was no way that he would take advantage of his position of power over you if you were not willing.

He, too, was having doubts about this vacation. Anakin almost asked his First in Command, Rex, if he would accompany the two Jedi for the week, but there was too much going on for the clone to take time off. So it was just you and him, alone in this house on this beautiful planet. Anakin was uneasy up until the moment he walked in your room last night when for a half a second he could sense your aura from the Force, and it was also uneasy about being with him alone. It was strange, since you were clearly hiding these thoughts from him with your mental shields whenever you were around him. But the moment he left you alone, those shields came down.

“Don’t think about keeping yourself up, the Force will do that on it’s own as long as you keep the connection with it. Focus on the rocks,” Anakin told you, walking around you in circles as you were in a handstand, mentally bringing up some rocks off the ground and stacking them off to your side. This was generally a lesson that a youngling would be given, though it was a good mental exercise. And in Anakin’s opinion: it was way better than meditating. “Feel it flow through you, allow it to take you over and become one with it.” These were the same things that Master Obi-Wan had taught him.

It was a bright, sunny day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as the time reached a little bit past noon. Training outside in the fields of Naboo were easier than doing so at the Jedi Temple, considering there was more nature that was akin to all aspects of the force. And the sun felt good on both of your skin, smelling the natural air that had a fluorescent scent to it rather than the smog and industrial life of Coruscant.

Your muscles were beginning to strain from underneath you as your head tilted to the side, watching all the rocks fall into place to your left. Even though the Force provided much needed relief on your arms, they were beginning to let out. There was one more rock for you to move and it was the smallest one, a tiny little pebble that needed to go on the top. It was such a small mass, yet with all of this mental and physical strain, it felt like a boulder to move across the air slowly with your mind. All you wanted was for Master Skywalker to feel proud of you. You wanted to see that smile on his face as you lifted that last pebble up and was allowed to finish your studies for the day.

The more you concentrated, the more you could feel the Force flow right through you. It could be felt in the tingling of your palms, sending vibrations towards the center of your chest while your blood flowed. Almost more importantly, you could feel Anakin’s eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to make your next move. Slowly, but surely, the little pebble made its way towards the top of the stacked rocks. Your eyes widened with joy, but immediately squinted back up when it shook a tiny bit. The moment that the bottom of it hit the top, you released your much concentrated attachment with the Force, and allowed yourself to fall seamlessly to the ground. The blood rushed back to your head, making your eyes darken to adjust. Once you could see again, you saw Anakin standing over you, that grin you had looked forward to seeing on his face.

“Not bad, Padawan,” He said in an appealing tone, extending a hand to help you up to your feet. You were quick to take it, ignoring the way that your heart soared as your skin touched against his skin. “We should go back to the house.” He almost turned and began walking away, but you scrunch your nose up and kept his hand in a tight grip, prompting him to look right back at you with a confused look. “What’s up?”

“You promised we could go to the water afterwards,” You told him, hoping that you were jogging his memory from last night.

But you didn’t need to jog Anakin’s memory, because he had been thinking about it ever since you asked. Thinking about having to watch you submerge under the water and come back up, drops of clear blue dripping down your exposed shoulders, and keeping himself from doing something that he would most likely regret when you would reject him, scolding him for his thinking. He thought about the way he wanted to put his hands on your hips and pull you as close as you possibly could get to him, taking the opportunity to pepper kisses along your smooth skin. It killed him to think that you probably didn’t think the same way about him, it was going to goddamn tear him apart.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to go back on his promise to you. It was the least he could do after thinking such sinful things about you. Anakin’s gave you a nod and walked beside you on the short trail to the large lake. You could hear the water ripple towards the small shoreline, coming up and then receding back again in a timely fashion. You kicked off your shoes, deciding that your tank top and pants were okay to get wet, especially since you wouldn’t take the risk of undressing in front of Anakin. As much as the thought was tempting, you knew better than to test your luck. Anakin watched with intensity as you got into the water, going deep enough to where only the tops of your shoulders and up were exposed. Maker, he cursed himself, did you have to look so good barely doing anything?

You cocked your head to the side. “Well . . . are you going to get in or just stare at me?” You asked, immediately submerging yourself under the water to ignore what he had to say about your teasing. Your heart thumped profusely as you sat there under the water holding your breath. Anakin had been looking at you.

He mentally cursed himself once again, taking his shoes off and following you into the water. It did feel good, the water having an almost calming effect over him as he walked deeper in the lake. He looked around him, taking in the appearance of all the beautiful trees that lined up, beautiful fruit hanging off of the branches. Little flowers were along the bay, facing right towards him as if they were welcoming him to their home.

The sun spilled harsh rays along his skin, causing Anakin to dip his head down fully into the water. Once he came back up for air, his eyes shifted over to you, both of you holding a type of eye contact that you swore almost knocked your breath out. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, like he was looking right into your soul and you to his, a sense of desire burning a pit in your stomach. Feeling exposed, you shifted your gaze to the fish swimming in the water near you. You could still feel his eyes on you, in them holding truths that he wished to tell you, but being unable to put the words together to explain.

“There’s something that you’re not telling me.”

Your eyes opened at your Master’s voice and looked directly at him. You had been meditating on your bed before sleeping, knowing that you hadn’t gotten the necessary amount of meditating that you needed for the day. At the temple they usually kept you on some kind of schedule, though here with Anakin rules were a little - no, more loose than normal.

Anakin once again stood in your doorframe, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in, like he didn’t feel like he had a place stepping into your bedroom. You searched his face to gauge a feeling for what he was talking about, looking for hints of mischief or anger. There was nothing, his face was completely blank, almost too blank like he was hiding something from you.

You knew you had nothing to hide - or at least nothing that he should know about. “I don’t know what you mean, Master,” You replied, uncrossing your legs from their criss cross position and hugging them close to your chest. “Have I done something wrong?”

That answer seemed to not satisfy him, because for a moment something flickered in his eyes. “No, nothing like that,” He told you, furrowing his brows together and taking a tentative step closer into your room. “It’s just, I get this feeling when I’m around you. Your force signature . . . like something is just gnawing at you and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Oh, you were screwed. Alarms blared in your mind, thinking about how you had let your thoughts run too much during this trip. All the worst outcomes of this came to your mind, like how he would laugh at your growing feelings towards him, how much you wanted him almost shamelessly. It made your stomach twist into several knots, wanting to bury yourself into a hole and never ever come out of it again.

Your face and the Force must’ve told it all, because he spoke again, saying, “There. Right there. I can feel it, Y/N. Just talk to me. What is going on?” Your bottom lip quivered, knowing that there was no way you were getting out of this. This was it. The day you had been dreading and hoping didn’t come. Everything was about to come crash down onto your life.

“I can’t,” You said in a low voice, shifting your weight to sit at the edge of the bed, putting your head into your hands and staring down at the plush carpet in an attempt to get away from his stare. Almost as if you thought if you looked away long enough, he would suddenly disappear.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’? You’re my Padawan, you can tell me anything.”

Padawan. The title felt foreign in your mind now. It was something that you knew you couldn’t hold onto for much longer once the truth was out. You would be stripped of it and be a Jedi no more. The council would hear of your feelings and immediately expel you. Padawan. Padawan. Padawan. The more the word bounced around in your mind the more you felt tears welling up into your eyes.

And you didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you said it, but your hands were balling up into fists as you said, “That’s what’s wrong!” Your head tilted up, seeing that Anakin had walked closer to you, towering over your frame. His face showed confusion, not understanding what you were alluding to. He didn’t even have to say it, but his expression was saying explain.

How could you even begin?

You were wordless.

“Please . . . I just want to help you,” Anakin told you, his hand coming to grab onto your forearm. The touch felt like hot coals on your body, scorching your soul. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” Which you knew translated to I don’t like not knowing how to fix it.

“It’s you,” You confessed. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

For a moment, Anakin thought that he had stepped into some parallel universe. Or that this was some sort of prank let on by someone else. There was no way that this was happening, you were confessing. You had been thinking about him, probably as much as he was thinking about you. It felt as if the world had turned on its axis and was spinning the opposite direction.

You, on the other hand, was waiting for the words that never came. You expected him to immediately tell you that he was going to report you to the Council. And yet, he stood there, almost looking as dumbfounded as you did, maybe even more. This prompted you to stand up, his hand falling down and getting dangerously close to your own.

“I know . . .” You started again, seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything. “I know that it’s wrong, that I shouldn’t be thinking of you in the ways that I am. But I can’t stop, Anakin, you consume me.”

The usage of his name snapped him back to reality and out of his own spinning thoughts, and hearing it come from specifically your lips was not helping his frame of mind. It sounded . . . different coming from your mouth. Like you were saying it like a praise rather than just a passing phrase like most people did. He wanted you to say it over and over again, repeating it like a mantra you were to speak or you would die if you didn’t. His eyes flickered into your own and saw how scared you were of how he would react and how he was definitely not helping to settle your nerves.

In truth, he didn’t know how to handle this situation. After all, this was not a lesson that had been given to him and he was definitely not in the best place to tell you anything, since his emotions were starting to cloud his judgement and all he could think was how he wished to tell you he felt the same way.

You waited for his response, getting impatient and wanting to just get this over with. You were waiting for the words he was supposed to say.

But Anakin didn’t always do the things he was supposed to do.

“You and I both know that forming attachments isn’t allowed,” Anakin said. “And yet I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

A visible look of shock washed over your face, mouth opening slightly and eyes widening, heart pounding against your ribcage. His hand reached down and grabbed your own, fingertips softly touching the palm of your hand. This felt like a dream. Were you sure that you weren’t dreaming? No, this was definitely real. Anakin was in front of you for sure, confessing that he was feeling the exact same way.

Anakin tipped his head down to meet your own, his breath fanning along your face, making you shiver. Your breath hitched in your throat, his lips brushing against your own, almost like he was testing you. You could feel the tips of his hair tickling against your forehead, nose against nose. You were so close. The hand on your own was grasping now, pulling your body close to his. And the two of you sat there, lips millimeters close while each of your minds buzzed with the feeling of doing something so daring.

You felt yourself going mad, you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t wait. All of your feelings erupted inside of your throat and suddenly you were kissing him, lips smashing against his own with no care in the world. You didn’t care about the Council, the Code . . . anything. All you cared about was Anakin, wanting as much of him that he was willing to give you.

You had never really kissed anyone before. There was a moment back when you were only ten and you were with another youngling, seeing one of the citizens of Coruscant kissing each other on the street. Interested in what they were doing, you and your friend kissed, thinking that it was weird and dismissing it. That had been your first kiss, a rather embarrassing one, but it was nothing compared to the way Anakin kissed you. He kissed you like there was a purpose to every single move of his muscles. He kissed you like you were forbidden fruit and he was starving.

His other hand came up to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and keeping your face close to his. For just a moment his tongue slipped into your mouth and you made a small sound, butterflies swarming in your stomach. You tried to mimic what he was doing, going with your instincts and grasping onto his bicep, feeling the taut muscles under your touch.

Everything about yours and his actions were needy and hungry, wanting each other with such need that you had pushed down for so long. All of it seemed to come out of you like crashing waves. The kissing was nice, though after a while you needed more, you were dying for more of him. Please, Anakin, you thought.

What do you want, Padawan? He asked through his thoughts to you, hand coming to caress your face to look down at you. You looked into those big, blue eyes of his that never ceased to awaken something within you.

“You, Anakin, I want you,” You whispered to him, as if someone was going to hear if you talked too loud. “Please.” You thought that you probably sounded like someone desperate, and in a way you were, you had waited for this forever and had convinced yourself that it would never happen. But he thought the exact opposite, he marvelled in the way that you looked at him, wanting to show you how much you truly meant to him. The attraction and lust was there, intermingled with something more that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

He didn’t hesitate to give you what you wanted, slowly inching you towards the bed and helping you rest on your back, the silk sheets against the back of your arms and neck. Anakin was quick to follow, climbing on top of you and connecting his lips onto the skin right below your jaw. His lips were soft like snowflakes falling onto your skin, creating a masterpiece on your skin like you were his canvas. It all felt too good, the Force heightening the sensations to an almost unbearable amount. It sent shockwaves to your core, igniting a feeling you often only felt during the late hours of the night.

Seeing how well your body responded to him, well, almost drove Anakin crazy. You were so willing, so ready for him that his mind became cloudy, the only thing he could make out was his thoughts of you. Nothing about the war, the Council, the fact that he was your Master . . . It all blew away with the wind. His lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck, paying extra attention to the places that made you breath out more than the others. Your hands found their respective place in his hair, feeling the softness of the dirty blonde curls between your fingers.

Your clothes suddenly felt foreign on your body, you wanted them off, you wanted his off so that you could see all of him. He seemed to hear your thoughts, humming against your skin and pulling away, pressing a soft, firm kiss to your lips and helping you get out of them, and in turn you helped him get out of his.

Anakin’s body was like nothing you imagined. He was breathtaking. You knew that he had a nice body because of all the training and countless amounts of physical strain he has been through, but looking at those abs that he had, along with the sun kissed skin he had, you felt your throat close up, feeling inferior to what he looked like. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” He spoke to your thoughts. “Don’t ever think that you’re not.” And you believed him.

His hands came to your hips, fingers toying with the fabric of your underwear that was the only thing blocking him from seeing you fully. His eyes scanned you, taking in the sheer and utter beauty before him. He wanted to kiss, lick, and nip on every single inch of skin on you. He wanted to learn each and every single curve, hear every story behind your scars, and know just what touches would have you squirming from underneath him.

No one has seen you this exposed before. You didn’t know whether or not to feel embarrassed, because he seemed to know what he was doing. It was not that you had taken the Jedi code to heart, but you simply hadn’t known anyone that you found enough to take that last piece of innocence from you - no one except Master Skywalker. And only now did you actually realize what was going to happen.

Your whole body felt hot, needing to feel the release that was beginning to build up from all of his kisses and your imagination running its course. “Anakin,” You breathed out, not knowing how to form into words what you wanted from him. Of course he knew, he could feel your force signature morph into something almost sinful, something he was sure he was emitting himself. After all, neither of you were hiding anything anymore. He knew exactly what he was going to do to you so that he could hear the plethora of moans that he knew you had just for him, wanting to hear his name come off of your lips in pleasure.

His head ducked down and kissed your hipbone, fingers hooking under your underwear and slowly sliding them off. Your eyes stayed on his actions, mouth forming into an ‘O’ when you realized what he was going to do. He was going to use his mouth on you. These were only things that you thought in your deepest, darkest fantasies, like he had reached into those parts of your mind and did exactly what you wanted.

As if Anakin was just tempting you, he pressed another slow kiss to the inside of your thigh and then did the same thing to the other side. Your hips lifted up only slightly, showing him that you couldn’t wait much longer. A chuckle left him, eyes reaching your own and saying, “Eager?” You weren’t even ashamed when you shook your head, keeping eye contact with him as he licked a bold stripe right up your slit. It felt as if an earthquake hit your body, your back arching and hands gripping onto his hair.

He hummed against you, liking the way that you responded to his actions. If he had it his way, he would sit here with you like this for hours on end, bringing you up to that high place again and again until you were a wrecked mess before him. It made him simply go crazy to think that he was the first person to ever do this to you, that he would be the first of anyone to hear those moans and profanities that slipped from your cherry kissed lips. Anakin’s own thoughts made him groan out, a noise that you played on repeat in your mind as your eyes screwed closed.

Your thighs quivered beside his face, attempting to squeeze shut so that you could keep him there forever. But his hands came and held them in place, fingers digging into your muscles that gave in to his touch like it was nothing. You were putty in his hands, the only movement you had was your hands pulling on his hair and the arch of your back while he lapped his tongue against you with no mercy.

“Stay still,” He told you, pulling away for a moment to lick what was left of you on his lips. You nodded, chest heaving and heart sinking at the loss of contact. But Anakin didn’t leave for long, his mouth on your clit accompanied with one of his fingers circling your entrance. You nearly lost it when he dipped his middle finger in experimentally, gauging your reaction. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, which only amplified once his finger pushed into you all the way.

You didn’t even attempt to try and censor the obscenities that came out of your mouth, mixed in rhyme with his name. Anakin. Anakin. Anakin. It was the only word that felt real in your mind.

You waited for that final jump towards a euphoric end, but it never came. Instead Anakin pulled away from you and his fingers left, making you feel uneasily empty. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was pulling down his boxers, taking his cock into his hands and watching as you almost became slack jawed - realizing what was about to happen. A moment of worry nestled its way into your mind, making your heart thump. If anyone was to find out, you would surely not be accepted back into the Order. You would never be able to have Anakin again. Jedi were not to fear, and yet here you were, fearing that you would lose the one person that you cared about - the only one you knew cared about you.

It was your moment to choose. You knew that if you backed out, at least you would be able to work under him still and not have his affections. It would be better than never seeing him again. And yet, you couldn’t see your life without him, all of him. Not just the side that was your Master.

Anakin sensed your worry, taking your chin in his hands so that you looked up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked you, not wanting to move forward before you were ready. And God, were you ready.

And with all the courage that you mustered up, you gave him a small smile and said, “Yes.” You felt like you were flinging yourself off of some sort of cliff, or even more sinfully feeling like you were Persephone, cutting up her own slice of pomegranate and looking right into Hades eyes as she tasted the fruit, securing your fate that you would stay with him. You would stay with Anakin, even if it was only for this night.

He nestled between your legs and you could feel his tip press against your entrance. Air was caught in your lungs, sitting up on your elbows so that you could see as he eased himself into you. A sting of pain and a subtle feeling of pleasure was seated inside of you, watching as his cock be enveloped by you inch by inch. Anakin hissed at the feeling, you were so goddamn tight and he never wanted to stop from being inside of you. Once all of him was inside, he leaned over so his head was in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your searing skin as you adjusted to him bottoming out.

You urged him to continue, thinking that the discomfort would soon go away with time. And you were eager to get all of him that you could, temptation coming forward instead of reason. He pulled out all the way then eased himself back in, continuing the slower pace and watching your reaction before him, your hands reaching to his back and finding their place there. One of his hands kept your legs open, taking you by your thigh and hoisting it up.

It took all that he could muster to not just ram into you, the want starting to cloud his judgment. The Force felt as if it was pushing both you and him towards each other, the connection almost driving each of you crazy. “You feel . . .” He started. “You feel so good.” That alone, along with the raspiness in his voice, made a fire erupt in your stomach. You sighed in response, eyes fluttering closed once again.

And then, much to his surprise, you whispered, “Go faster, Anakin.” You needed him so bad you felt like you were going to explode, lust enveloping the both of you and intertwining with your Force energies.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and he gripped onto the leg he lifted up, beginning a slightly faster rhythm that had you arching your neck and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Anakin was so big, stretching you out in just the right way that had you almost keeling over if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on you. Your one leg wrapped along his waist, heel digging into his back while his pace increased.

This angle he had you in made you yelp and moan shamelessly, not caring if people all the way in the capital could hear you as you yelled his name like a prayer. His pace finally became a fast rhythm and you found comfort in being to finally feel nothing but pleasure with every deep stroke he made.

In this place, it was only you and him. Like you were in your own little place of paradise where you could explore each other in every way. There was nothing that could take this moment from you or him, this moment would forever be engraved in your mind for many years to come, remembering the way that he moaned out your name and the way he looked when you opened your eyes to peek at his face. His brows were furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead and mouth spilled open saying nothing but your name.

He made you feel so good, so euphoric that the fire grew and grew, becoming a wildfire raging inside of you. And you looked so heavenly to him, the way that your eyes only looked at him, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust he gave you. You took him so well, like you were made for only him. His hips brushed against your own, hand coming up to caress your cheek, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

You weren’t going to last much longer. Not with the way that he was pounding into you with sheer force you didn’t know was possible until now. But you didn’t want this to end, you never wanted this to end in fear that things would go back to the way they were before. You would have to try and forget that this ever happened. It wasn’t something you wanted to do and didn’t even know if you had the strength to do it. After this moment both of you would be connected.

You made a guttural noise, teetering over the edge of what felt like a wave of bliss. This was it, there was no way that you could keep yourself from it now. It only took a singular deep stroke of his cock to send you right over the edge, your back arching and body spasming, his name rolling off of your tongue in the most sinful way you have ever said it before. Your hands gripped for any part of him that you could reach, groping his muscles to keep him close to you. He didn’t stop moving inside of you, making you ride it out even harder as he chased his own high.

You were so sensitive as he fucked into you, giving you no mercy. He groaned as you came, watching the way that your eyes screwed shut and mouth opening in as you sucked in harsh breaths. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was close, wondering if he was going to cum inside of you or pull out before he did. He did the latter, taking one more deep stroke before pulling out. Anakin was about to start stroking himself with his hand but you rushed with your own to meet him there, using your own and pumping a few times.

A string of profanities came from his lips as he came, white hot liquid spurting onto your stomach, dripping like beads coating your skin. He had no shame as he shuddered, muscles flexing with every passing second. He drank in your body, seeing how wet you were for him, how soft your hand was on his cock, how much he longed to see you like this more times before you and him left back for the war. And soon enough he was finished, the only thing between both of you was both of your panting breaths.

Anakin moved to grab something on the floor, realizing that it was the shirt he had on before and moving to wipe your stomach off, dropping it to the floor and coming to lay down next to you. You winced for a moment as you moved to look at him, his own eyes staring at the ceiling. You were scared of what was to come next, if there was anything that was supposed to come next. You knew that the two of you couldn’t be together, at least openly, though it was even risky to continue doing something like this in private.

“Anakin,” You called out to him, forcing him to look at you. “What will happen next?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know,” He responded. All he knew was that he wanted you, again and again. In the domestic moments and in the explicit ones like before. You were so tantalizing, and he realized now that because he had tasted the forbidden fruit that was you, he would never be able to stop. There was simply no way that he would be able to conceal his want for you from you anymore.

You waited for his answer, knowing that it would probably be one you didn’t want to hear. But for the second time this evening, Anakin surprised you again.

He leaned over and kissed you.

And you knew his answer from that.

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