#and Jon FINALLY getting recognized

[smallpileoftwigs]

i think i understand that guy who was running late and just walked out of the spiral now,

i was walking to a seminar today and ended up in completely the wrong place, every single door looked the same, no signs, corridors made absolutely no sense, realised i was completely isolated from the rest of the building (where my seminar room was located) and then since i was running late i just turned around and prayed i'd find a way back

[rite-the-wrongs]

*chugs a full half and half Monster Rehab*

So, you know how Darkseid is looking for the Anti-Life Equation? Well, Danny and the other Halfas are kinda Anti-Alive. Idk, my mind is going to how Thanos is trying to impress Lady Death in the weirdest ways possible (like killing half the universe or making her side piece immortal), and changing the names to Darkseid and Danny.

Darkseid attacking the earth was far from a rare occurrence. Usually his attacks were centered on the Justice League, but around every 1 out of 5 times he would just show up on a regular Tuesday with his army pouring through various Boom Tubes in every major city.

This wasn’t even the first time Darkseid had attacked like this since Danny had joined the League. The only difference was that instead of flying to Fawcett City to help Captain Marvel fight the invaders there, Danny had been in Gotham helping Bats and Diana with an artifact smuggling ring. The two of them immediately got in the Bat-Plane and headed towards Metropolis as fast as they could and Danny had been dragged along.

Darkseid was already holding Superman by the neck when they flew overhead. Diana jumped out to help Supergirl fight some messed up guy in a pink robe while the two Superboys were beating up an old lady. Batman gained Darkseid’s attention by firing missiles at the space tyrant which froze him to the ground and knocked the struggling Superman from his grip.

Darkseid’s glare followed the plane as it flew overhead. Then it started actually following as his Omega Beams burst forward.

“Hang on!” Phantom yelled, grabbing ahold of Batman and turning them both intangible just as the beams destroyed the plane around them.

He gently flew Bats on the ground. Bats did his customary grunt of approval he gave out if you saved him from certain death and ran to help the two heroines take out cloak man as Danny flew over to help take down the grandma. A few other heroes were focusing on keeping the Parademons flooding through the portal contained. Danny recognized a few, mainly Steel, Booster Gold, and Black Lightning, but there were even more that he didn’t.

He turned back to his own fight just in time to avoid getting hit by the old lady’s baton.

“Sorry, Grandma!” Phantom smirked, phasing through the attack. “Any chance I can let you pinch my cheeks and we call it a day?”

“Temping, porkchop, but an old lady needs her hobbies. And conquering planets is one of Granny’s favorites,” the old lady laughed swinging at him a few more times, only for each blow to pass through him like the last.

“Well, next time we’ll just invite you to bingo night,” Danny remarked, grabbing her wrist on the last blow and twisting it behind her back. The older Superboy tackled her through the Halfa as the younger one flew up high and plummeted feet first into her head, knocking Granny out.

The fighting seemed to be winding down. Diana had the guy in the pink robe tied up in her lasso while Batman ran over to help the Atom close the Boom Tube and Supergirl flew over to help her cousin fight Darkseid.

The only fight that was still going strong was Superman and Darkseid. Neither Titan was willing to bow to the other. Supergirl flew in between them, snapping Darkseid’s head to the side with a well placed kick. The space tyrant staggered for a moment before grabbing her leg and throwing her at Superman. The two Kryptonians fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs as Darkseid charged up his Omega Beams.

Danny didn’t even think. One second he was floating next to Jon and the next he had teleported in between the ruler of Apokolips and the two Kryptonians. He barely managed to throw up a shield in time. The Omega Beams shook the shield and kicked up dust around it, but Phantom gritted his teeth and managed to keep it steady. He only let the shield finally fall once the dust had settled.

“Impressive, child. Not even a Lantern Ring can shield from my Omega Beams. What are you?”

“You know, just a dead guy who doesn’t really know how to stay dead,” Danny chatted, keeping Darkseid’s attention on him. The portal was directly behind the tyrant. Wonder Woman and the Superboys threw their respective bad guys back through the portal.

“How can you be both dead and alive?” Darkseid asked. If he was confused, he didn’t let it show. Batman gestured at the two Supers behind Danny. They gave him a small nod and looked at the tyrant. Danny raised a hand to stop them.

“Back everyone up and cover your ears,” Danny whispered under his breath at a level only the four supers could hear. The Superboys quickly got everyone away from the portal while Superman and Supergirl gave him looks of confusion, but eventually relented. The entire time Darkseid’s attention was on Danny and Danny alone.

“Guess I’m just that stubborn,” Danny chuckled at the dictator. “I died, it didn’t fully stick, now here I am as a ghost.”

“Breathtaking.”

“You know what else is breathtaking?” Danny sucked in as much air as he could, not that he really needed it, and released a wail.

At once, all windows on the street shattered. Everyone covered their ears and the heart breaking cry sweep through the area. The Supers all collapsed to their knees, the sound even worse for those with super hearing. Tears threatened to spill from everyone’s eyes. Everyone but Darkseid.

The Dictator of Apokolips seemed almost stunned. Blood streamed from his nose and probably his ears, though those were hidden in his helmet. The sound waves slammed into him and he did nothing to fight back as the waves set him careening head over heels back towards the portal.

Darkseid barely managed to grab the edge of the portal and the wail stopped and Danny fell to his knees. White rings flickered around him and started to change him back into Fenton, but he managed to stop them before anyone could who wasn’t already looking could see. And the only one looking was Darkseid.

“Someone close the portal!” Batman yelled. All of the heroes staggered to their feet and tried to run to the Mother Box as Darkseid just stares at Phantom.

“Such beautiful cries of pain,” Darkseid muttered. His gaze never left the exhausted Phantom. He realized almost too late that the heroes were going for the Mother Box. He charged up his Omega Beams and shot them at the closest hero, Wonder Woman. She managed to ricochet them off her bracelets, but the beams kept coming back for her. The other heroes had to back up in fear of getting hit or getting in the Amazonian’s way.

Suddenly, a yellow blur swept through the area, knocking Diana out of the way are replacing her with an unconscious Parademon. A figure, this one white and red, landed on the Mother Box, destroying the device. Finally, a red blur ran in and punched Darkseid in the face, sending the tyrant careening through the closing portal.

“Sorry we’re late.” Flash chuckled, as a frustrated Kid Flash and Impulse stopped behind him. “What’d we miss?”

A series of groans ripped through the heroes as they just sat down and waited for the Javelin to get there for med evac.

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You’d think Danny’s first time fighting Darkseid would be a bigger deal, but it was honestly not as big of a deal as everyone made it out to be. Danny had been fighting genocidal inter-dimensional tyrants since he was 14. What was one genocidal space tyrant making the list?

Batman apparently didn’t think it no big deal, though, if the worried version of the patented Bat-glare and Bat-grunt were anything to go off of. It had been a few days since the fight and the Bat had finally managed to wrangle everyone who had been involved in the Metropolis fight to the Watchtower for a debrief.

The meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago, but only the Flash was still missing. Danny, Conner, and Kara had been making jokes about it to a groaning Kid Flash and a pouting Impulse when the Boom Tube opened.

Everyone jumped to the ready. Batman pulled out a Batarang. Wonder Woman readied her lasso. Superman, Super girl, and the younger Superboy all started floating while their eyes glowed red. The older Superboy got into a fighting stance that Booster Gold quickly copied. The Atom shrank. Black Lightning’s hands sparked with electricity while Danny’s hands glowed with ectoplasm. The two speedsters vibrated in place.

They were ready for anything to come through. Except for a box of chocolates, a bouquet of roses, and a severed head of a yellow, bald alien. As quickly as it opened, the portal closed again. Kid Flashes summed it up best.

“What the fuck?” The yellow speedster yelled.

“Is that-“ Diana piped up, only for Superman to interrupt.

“It’s Mongul,” the Man of Steel growled.

“Who would send a severed warlord’s head with a bunch of romantic gifts?” The Atom piped up from where he stood on Booster’s shoulder.

“Well if it’s not poisoned, dibs on the chocolate,” Impulse gave a nervous laugh.

Batman and Black Lightning approached the table. Batman took a device of his belt and scanned the head then chocolate, each one coming back clean. Lightning picked up the bouquet and found a note.

“To Phantom,” he read out loud. “Your screams of agony resonated through my very being. You are the answer to my billion year search for the Anti-Life Equation. Join me and together we can enslave the universe to our will. Darkseid.”

The room fell into silence. Everyone had various looks of disgust on their face. The silence was eventually broken by Danny groaning and rubbing his eyes with his palms.

“Why do I only attract fruitloops?” He yelled up to the ceiling.

“GUYS!” A red blur yelled as he burst into the room. Flash had finally arrived. “I saw Desaad buying flowers in central city! And then Granny Goodness showed up with a box of chocolates and they Boom Tubed away! Hey, they actually looked a bit like these. Holy shit! Is that Mongul?”

Black Lightning just handed the Scarlet Speedster the note. Flash summed it up the best.

“What the fuck?”

Idk, let me know if I got to continue.

[zylev-blog]

Danny is Jon Kent.

Danny was in English class when it happened. A portal opened under his desk and he fell into it, desk and all. When he was able to get his bearings of whatever he’d been dropped into, he was considering going ghost, but something deep inside of him told him to wait and watch. That his ghost half wasn’t needed yet. So he did.

He looked around. He noticed a teenager, around his age, that was dressed in a gray, black and red costume with a R on the chest, who was standing next to a blonde guy in a long trench coat.

“There you go, Batbrat. One Jon Kent for ya. Don’t kill this one, eh?” Constantine winked and teleported out of the room after clapping the ‘Batbrat’ on the shoulder.

The teen turned to him, walking over slowly. Danny was unnerved. He didn’t know who ‘Jon Kent’ was, or why he was summoned, but he didn’t want to have to defend himself with his English final and a pencil. He pulled the hidden Fentonbat from his pocket and extended it, aiming it at the teen.

“Don’t come any closer.” Danny hissed, “Who are you and why was I summoned here?”

The teen tilted his head. “You don’t recognize me?”

“Am I supposed to?” He kept the bat steady in his hands, but he doubted that it would do much against the teen. Something in him told him that the teen was more highly trained than he was and that he could decimate him without any effort.

The teen reached up and pulled the mask off of his face, looking slightly hopeful. “My name is Damian Wayne.” The teen looked him up and down, “The Jon Kent of my world is dead and you will take his place.”

“Alright, look, uh—Damian, was it? First off, I’m not Jon Kent, don’t even know who that is. Second off, I’m not taking some dead teens place. No way. That’s just creepy and it’s not happening.”

He was starting to get creepy vibes from Damian, and the only other person that creeped him out like this was Vlad, and Vlad was… well, Vlad.

“The world is in danger. Superman is going mad with his grief. He needs his son.” Damian looked into his eyes, “And I need my best friend back.”

“That’s a whole lot of nope from me.” He backed away, but found himself with the desk blocking his retreat. “Look, I’m honored but uh, my sister will get worried if I don’t come home and trust me, you don’t want that.”

“You don’t have a sister.” Damian took a few steps forward.

He stepped around the desk and kept it between him and Damian. “You’ve got the wrong guy! I don’t know who Jon Kent is! My name is Danny! Danny Fenton! And for once in my life, can you please send me back to school so I can take my English test?”

“I thought we would be friends in every universe.” Damian mumbled, “But I guess I was wrong.”

“Cool. Cool. Cool. Uh, quick idea, sending me home sounds fantastic.”

“The world needs you, Jon. I need you.” Damian frowned, “But if you won’t go willingly, I will force you.”

Loosing his temper, he spat: “I’m not Jon, you arrogant ass—“

He was cut off when he saw Damian pull a glowing green rock from his pocket. Instantly, Danny fell to his knees, dragging the desk down with him as he fell. He clutched his chest, making it feel like it was hard to breathe. He lost unconsciousness.

[impyssadobsessions]

DPXDC Prompt: Amnesia Danny learns a lot more about himself than he ever did before.

Danny ends up with amnesia after a recent ghost fight that landed him straight into the Kent's family farm.

He had no reason not to believe he must be an alien too- from Ma and Pa's reactions to his powers to his acceptance into hero circle.

That is until he met Jon's friend Damian- who recognized him immediately. Was he not from space? Despite his love of stars- if he wasn't from space then where did he come from?

When he slowly discovers more and more of his past nothing makes sense. What version of his past is true? Who was he? Why did so many people claim to know him?

He hoped he can figure it out soon before a war develops between fractions that lay claim to him.

(not demon twins but perhaps siblings ;3 or some secret third thing) Below just continuation of my thoughts I posted on discord ;3

Just makes me think the more Danny learns something else throws a wrench into! Like- Imagine he starts learning about the LOA and what Damian knows- then bam GIW are claiming Danny's hero persona- to be Phantom.

And everything keeps going down a rabbit hole.

Even ghosts or perhaps the ghost he was fighting that caused this confronts him to- or to the media at large. Revealing something else to him. Perhaps it was dan or a version of- or its Plasmius

Or a new ghost entirely with ties to that.

Or could add ghost king to really mess with stuff- and its Pariah wanting his crown back.

Just so many ways to make this into a shit show.

Danny's friends and sister getting involved too- happy to see Danny safe- but Danny just confused.

His brain hurts and he's at a lost at who he is.

Even worse if his dna did show him as part alien. So his world is flipped on its head even once he remembers himself- or the part of himself he knows the most.

I think it would be a fun idea to play with. Creating more and more mystery. And by the time Danny gets some idea- something else happens.

LOA is pissed, GIW are too- Ghost problem is ramping up - everyone wanting to take claim to Danny and Danny just wants to know who he is and how stop the fighting.

But imagine Danny getting acceptance from the league- and maybe they finally get answers who Danny's parents are- why does he have alien dna Danny actually going through puberty with his powers same time as his accident so he never knew and imagine Danny saves the world and becomes into himself. He still doesn't have all the answers but he has enough to know WHO he is- and he's not going to let others taint that image for him.

He's sure he'll find out more as time comes but for now- he's who he strives to be. it definitely be such a big ass story but it would be fun to play with different identities maybe a few red herrings if you want to be extra- but i think just even knowing all of danny's identities be interesting. how people have perceived him to what he actually has done and was. maybe before they use slade to make respawn they experimented with another hero dna or an alien dna in general that was unfortunate to cross their path- and the two grew up together- but found Damian's compassion towards the other as a hindrance. maybe booster gold or impulse know danny from the future due to time travel and/or how he was seen. or if anyone from bad time line before traveling back only remember Dan. ewe luckily Ma and Pa kent supporting Danny through this and protecting him- bats too

So he isn't all on his own but he's certainly confused.

Imagine they help him the most in accepting who he is.

[growthhyp]

The Transforming Cum III

Zayne’s eyes gleamed with a mix of curiosity and ambition as he watched Jonathan flex his new muscles. The park was quiet now, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the grass. Chris stood beside him, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. Zayne could feel the power radiating from Jonathan—untapped potential waiting to be unleashed.

“Jonathan,” Zayne said, stepping closer, his voice smooth and commanding. “What you just experienced… it’s only the beginning. Your body has been reborn, but your mind? That needs to catch up.”

Jonathan blinked, his expression a mixture of awe and confusion. “What do you mean?”

Zayne placed a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, locking eyes with him. “You’re strong now. Stronger than most men could ever dream of being. But strength isn’t just about muscle. It’s about confidence. About understanding what you’re capable of.” His voice softened, almost hypnotic. “Close your eyes, Jon. Breathe in deeply. Feel the power coursing through you.”

Without hesitation, Jonathan obeyed. His chest rose and fell as he inhaled deeply, his massive frame relaxing under Zayne’s touch. Zayne’s voice continued, low and steady, weaving its way into Jonathan’s subconscious.

“Imagine yourself standing tall, not just physically, but mentally. You’re a force to be reckoned with. People look at you and they see a leader. Someone who can change lives. You have the ability to help others—to heal them, to make them stronger. Do you understand?”

Jonathan nodded slowly, his breathing even, his jaw set with determination. “Yes,” he murmured. “I can do that.”

“Good,” Zayne said, a sly smile curling his lips. “Now, listen carefully. Your body… it’s more than just muscle. There’s something inside you—something potent. A gift. When the time comes, you’ll know how to use it. You’ll spread this power to those who need it most. Those who are weak, sick, broken. You’ll give them a second chance.”

Jonathan’s eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, Zayne thought he saw a flash of doubt. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a steely resolve. “I get it,” Jonathan said, his voice firm. “I’ll make a difference.”

Chris chuckled, clapping Jonathan on the back. “That’s the spirit, big guy. Now go home. Get used to that new body of yours. And when you’re ready… you’ll know what to do.”

---

Jonathan walked home in a daze, his mind still buzzing with Zayne’s words. He felt like a different person—no, not just different. Better. Stronger. More alive than he’d ever been. His reflection in store windows caught his eye as he passed, and each time he stopped to admire himself. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest that seemed to defy gravity. Even his stride had changed, confident and purposeful.

When he finally reached his apartment, he barely recognized the man stepping through the door. The place felt smaller somehow, as if it couldn’t contain the enormity of who he’d become. He stripped off his shirt, the fabric clinging to his sweat-soaked skin, and stood in front of the mirror.

Monster. The word popped into his head unbidden, but he didn’t flinch. He liked it. His hands roamed over his body, tracing the ridges of his abs, the bulging curves of his biceps. Every inch of him was carved to perfection, hard and unyielding. His cock hung heavy between his legs, thicker than he remembered, and he couldn’t resist wrapping his fingers around it.

A low groan escaped his lips as he began to stroke himself, his other hand roaming over his chest, pinching a nipple, feeling the sheer mass of his pecs. His eyes never left the mirror, watching the way his muscles flexed and rippled with every movement. He’d never felt so… powerful.

“You’ll know what to do,” Zayne’s voice echoed in his mind.

Jonathan’s strokes grew faster, his breathing harsher. He could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling tight in his gut. His balls tightened, and with a guttural roar, he came, thick ropes of cum splattering against his chest and abs. He kept stroking, milking every last drop, until he was spent.

Panting, he looked down at himself, his cum glistening against his skin. Something stirred in him then—a primal urge, raw and undeniable. Without thinking, he dipped a finger into the mess, bringing it to his lips. The taste was salty, earthy, but there was something else too. Something electric.

He licked his fingers clean, then leaned down to lap up the rest directly from his skin. As he swallowed, a jolt ran through him, like a surge of pure energy. His cock twitched, swelling impossibly larger, thicker. He stumbled back, staring in disbelief as his erection stretched to 12 inches, veiny and throbbing with power.

But it wasn’t just his cock. His muscles bulged, expanding right before his eyes. His chest broadened, his shoulders widened, his arms thickened until they were like tree trunks. He could feel the density of his body increasing, every fiber of his being growing tighter, stronger. The mirror showed a titan, a god among men.

Jonathan laughed, a deep, resonant sound that filled the room. “Holy shit,” he muttered, flexing his arms again. “This is insane.”

And then it hit him—the realization of what had just happened. His seed… it wasn’t just a part of him. It was the key. The catalyst. He could share this power. He could transform others just as Zayne had transformed him.

His phone buzzed on the counter, snapping him out of his thoughts. He picked it up, glancing at the screen. A text from an unknown number: “You’ve got a gift, Jon. Use it wisely.”

Jonathan grinned, his eyes gleaming with newfound purpose. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

[dspd]

What if Gerry knew Jon from Jon's college band days when he would go wandering at night to get away from his mother and wandered into the pub they were playing at? What if Gerry had a crush the kind of kind of gangly guy who had long, nimble fingers on strong, hands and a perpetually chapped lower lip that got caught between teeth when he ripped out a heavy bass solo. What if Gerry was thinking about talking to him and had finally worked up the courage to do so one night but a confident black woman with a million micro braids in her bob brushed past him and greeted Jon, one hand coming up to rest on the sliver of skin peeking out between Jon's tee and the waistband of his ratty jeans? What if Gerry thought Jon was straight and, before he had time to find out Jon was available and had been looking back, Mary ruined everything by mangling herself with the skin book? What if they both recognized each other when Jon summons Gerry, mere feet away from Julia and Trevor, but neither says anything because what difference does it make? Gerry is dead and Jon might as well be his murderer.

[syndrossi]

Call for Winter prompts!

It's Dec 2, so let's get the prompt-a-thon rolling! Feel free to re-prompt anything from the Halloween set of prompts that you really wanted to see but that I didn't end up writing, or something entirely new! Winter-themed is encouraged but by no means required, and the only limit to how many prompts you can chuck at me is your imagination.

At some unspecified cadence, I'll pick a prompt that tickles my fancy, write a little ficlet for it (I thought they'd be 300ish words apiece last time, but they pretty much were all in the 800-3K range 😂), and post it here on Tumblr.

Any and all stories/AUs (or AUs of AUs) are fair game, with the caveat that I probably won't fill anything that is likely to come up in Resonant itself in the next 100K-ish words. But for Resonant, things like alternate POVs/what-ifs/side-stories/etc are all fair game. Maybe this will be the prompt-a-thon where I finally write Rhaegar POV???

Running list of prompts thus far, organized by story source, below.

Total: 120

Any/Other AUs (20):

King Daemon in any capacity

AU where Daemon shows up just in time to save Rhaegar at the Battle of the Trident

A scene from Aemon and Baelon's childhood or them getting to meet Resonant Daemon’s sons in a dream

Daemon & Rhea bickering [Reverbrate, Remorse]

AU where Rhaegar got summerhalled at 19 and Jon at 14

Daemon dealing with Aerys

Canon Rhaegar's POV of Daemon's "ghost." Either during his last battle or in front of Aegon's cradle where Rhaegar first mistakes him for Aerys too

Hot springs at Runestone's winter keep [Regnal, Reverberate]

The AU where Corlys discovers chocolate and brings it to Westeros and hot cocoa becomes a Thing.

AU where Ser Willam realizes the toddlers he's escorting to the Gates of the Moon are not, in fact, Redforts. The scene where he realizes it or the scene where he informs/finds Daemon.

A scene from the heartbreaking AU where Jon and Rhaegar wake up in Volantis with chained dragons and a kidnapped, traumatized baby brother.

AU in which Jon and Rhaegar are reborn older than eight and end up claiming Vermithor and Silverwing! (Or get claimed by Vermithor and Silverwing, who knows.)

AU in which Jon and Rhaegar are reborn at four or five and Daemon gets to find them sooner and enjoy having younger children like he dreams of. (Or even younger, wherein he finds them and they are both brunette, only for Rhaegar's hair dye to start washing out after a while.)

AU where Rhea dies early on and Daemon meets/recognizes his kids when he and the Redfort siblings go to Runestone to see about inheritance things.

Something involving Royce runic magic

Jon is a girl, Rhaegar is a boy. Otto POV of when they're 11-12 and discussions are happening of their potential betrothals. Maybe a reaction to Jon's reaction to the suggestion that she wed Rhaegar.

AU where Resonant Daemon & Jon & Rhaegar & their dragons appear in the OG/book timeline after the Dance of the Dragons. The twins could help little Viserys in Volantis while Daemon appears in King’s Landing to comfort and assist Aegon III.

Regnal or Restoration or Aemon’s Sons AU: Jon being cranky that he has to be king someday. Bonus points for Rhaegar being smug that he DOESN’T have to be king. Bonus BONUS points for Jon ensuring Rhaegar knows he's just as screwed as Jon's future Hand and has nothing to be smug about.

POV of Rhaegar finding out Jon is his son in any AU

The twins' first teething & baby bath times

Resonant (40):

Rhaegar POV of waking up in the Gates of the Moon in ch1

Rhaegar POV after ch5 when he learns that Jon's an actual hero

Rhaegar POV when Jon gave him the bracelet in ch7

Rhaegar POV after meeting Daemon in ch13

Rhaegar POV the following night after meeting Daemon in ch14

Rhaegar POV in ch31

Rhaegar POV in ch32

Ser Willam's POV/thoughts on anything at all

Daemon overhearing the twins talking about their other life

Watercooler discussion of Daemon's prodigy children

Yule/winter traditions, both southern and northern. Jon being exposed to the weird shit they do in the south, and introducing Daemon and Rhaegar to the plethora of traditions/skills cultivated in the north, even though he's definitely not from there, nope!

Rhaegar goes Christmas caroling. Alternatively, he finds a baby Daeron and/or Helaena and/or other children and sings 'The Song of the Seven' as a nursery rhyme. Alicent hears him and is overwhelmed by this beautiful pious boy sent by the Gods, in need of her motherly love.

Rhaenyra finds out Daemon named Rhaegar after her, awwwwww. (Daemon panics and asks Rhaegar to lie for him.)

Jon and Rhaegar having to fend off one of their father's braver stalkers. Alternatively, that comedic gold bit where an artist in the Red Keep is drawing romance novel covers of Daemon posing dramatically as he rips open his shirt atop a dragon... ravishing young ladies who giggle and clutch their expensive art to their chests.

Future(ish) conversation where Daemon has to explain the 🐦🐦🐦 and the 🐝🐝🐝 to his children, and possibly to Viserys' children for extra lolz.

Older!Jon getting cornered by a little lady who'd love to be the future Lady of Runestone, and Rhaegar being aghast at his amazing, brave, older, heroic, SAVED THE WORLD, brother's ineptitude when it comes to girls. (Extra bonus: Daemon is both amused and also aghast himself, this is clearly a dangerous situation.)

Jon walking into a wall the first time he sees Laena because she's just so pretty.

Adorable fluff in which Helaena has a crush on one of (or both of) the twins. Alternatively: betrothal discussions/thoughts by the adults!

AU where Daemon marries Laena and promptly has another set of twins for Jon and Rhaegar to coo over.

AU where Arthur Dayne's loyalty to Rhaegar is so intense he figures out a way to summerhall himself after the kid. Potentially shows up just in time to join the applicants for the Princesguard! Potentially annoys the shit out of Criston Cole!

AU where Jon is still Jon but Rhaegar is Rhaella, and they get to have a fun misunderstanding about marital expectations, i.e., Rhaella fully expects to marry Jon, Jon chokes on his drink at this information.

Jeyne's POV when she first learns WTF Rhea has apparently been up to and the shitstorm coming her way in the form of a pissed off royal family.

Jon, unable to resist his inner child, sneaks a puppy into Daemon's chambers. He and Rhaegar do their very best to keep the little guy hidden, and Daemon is SUSPICIOUS of their suspicious behavior.

Rhaegar and/or Jon (or both!) having a nightmare (or pretending to) and then pretending (for whatever reason) to need dad!hugs immediately, thus running to him in the middle of the night as teary-eyed, scared eight-year-olds. (Bonus points if they alarm whoever is on guard duty at the time.)

Arryk and/or Erryk getting to have a heroic moment wherein they save Jon and/or Rhaegar from a bad guy!

A highly-stressed Rhaegar has a hair-related disaster and starts crying (may or may not actually be related to the hair disaster) and Jon panics because his brother is crying and he is ALSO highly-stressed and starts crying (being eight and having no control over your emotions is rough), and their on-duty guard panics and sends for Daemon because THE PRINCES ARE CRYING.

That scene where Jon and Rhaegar are talking about Dany and Daemon assumes the worst and gets to be traumatized by his own imagination.

JON GETTING A CANDLE VISION. Of Lyanna dying because of him? Or of Rhaegar, only *his* universe's Rhaegar, the one who actually fathered him, telling him he's a disappointment? Of Catelyn, berating him? Of Ned, telling the other Stark children he loves them the most? Trauma! Trauma for you! Trama for them! Trauma for everyone!

"Somebody" "accidentally" sets the curtains in Daemon's rooms on fire.

Future!Jon and future!Rhaegar's first time flying on Shadow and Qelebrys.

Another scene where Jon and Rhaegar get to play with Jace and Luke. Maybe with the wooden ships Daemon got Jon? Maybe Jace/Luke/Joffrey get to come over for dinner after being stuck with their nurse for so long?

Outsider!POV of the royal court discovering the existence of the twins and the breathtaking Royce-Redfort treason.

POV of Rhaenyra and what she might be up to and/or POV of Rhaenys and what SHE'S currently up to.

Scene where Aegon sneaks out to go claim a dragon, Jon (and Rhaegar?) sees him and follows because, uh, kids should always follow other kids into danger rather than go tell an adult. It's the first rule of all kid!adventure movies.

Daemon finding out Rhaegar can play the harp REALLY FUCKING WELL.

Daemon and/or Rhaegar gifting Jon a white puppy.

Part two of the Ghost+snowstorm ficlet!

Alicent witnessing Jon being sweet to Helaena (maybe after Aegon and/or Aemond were being not-so-sweet to her for contrast) and making up her mind that Jon is just as good a boy as Rhaegar.

The twins starting a snowball fight with the other kids. Jon has an unfair advantage that only Rhaegar knows about.

Daemon’s reaction/thoughts of finding out they dyed Rhaegar’s hair when he was a baby.

Regnal AU (9):

Twins demonstrating fireproofness and Daemon being made heir

Jaehaerys meeting the twins and/or hatchlings

Vermithor & Silverwing meeting twins and/or hatchlings

Rhea confronts Jaehaerys and realizes that her husband is still very sweet and accommodating

Alysanne's encounter with the twins

Regnal!AU scene wherein someone stupid tries to kidnap the twins when they are still babies! (Potential heroic saviors: Daemon, Baelon, Rhea, Willam. I love them all but I'm partial to Rhea being kickass and murdering some monster who tried kidnapping her child, tbh.)

Alysanne sticks her foot in her mouth when meeting the babies by saying something like, "Pity the older one was born with his mother's hair," in front of Daemon and/or Baelon and/or Rhea.

The twins being presented to Jaehaerys at court or a scene after that where they're interacting with him on a more grandfatherly sort of level.

Saera trying to seduce Baelon when she visits Runestone on her "diplomatic" mission.

Reverberate AU (7):

The rest of the family meeting the twins when they're finally brought to KL

The twins get sick and Daemon is panicking

The twins and Damon get Rhea into a snowball fight and then they all warm up under a blanket together

The twins' POV after turning one

Rhea's POV/realization that her husband isn't the monster Otto described him to be and her surprise at how involved a father Daemon is.

After a few years, Rhea falls pregnant. She's excited to finally carry her own child after being resigned to never having kids of her body, but also super worried about being an older mom and that the maester will know this is her first pregnancy. Bonus points if they're twins as well!

A mountain of treasure arrives in Runestone. Rhea is shocked, and Daemon just shrugs, all "ah, it's my share from defeating the pirates and + Corlys' thanks."

Restoration AU (19):

Snowball fight

One of the Starklings stumbles across the twins' dragons

Daemon and his pokemon collection of Targaryen children/teens make war upon Robert Baratheon

Twins playing hide and seak with their new siblings in Winterfell

Maester Aemon meeting the twins and/or hatchlings

Rhaegar's POV on the events of the last chapter

POV Daemon I or POV Catelyn I

[Crack] What if Aemon+Baelon+Jaehaerys make a sudden appearance as well and see this shitty state of a future and also meet Daemon's sons and now son-grandson

Pre!time travel Restoration AU when they're in Winterfell with Cregan's family. Jon being wistful about Winterfell? Qelebrys and Shadow playing in the snow? Rhaegar falling head-over-heels with Cregan at first sight, as one does? Daemon becoming very alarmed when the Starks try to serve rhubarb pie at dinner? Boiling hot springs and weird-ass Targaryens who dive right in anyway? Cregan "introducing" snow-related winter games and Northern traditions to Jon who has to try very hard to pretend this is all brand new information for him?

Any time in Restoration AU or Winterfell where they get to watch the Northern lights.

First night after arriving, somehow all the Stark kids end up (minus maybe Rickon) sneaking in to meet their new brothers, including Sansa (she doesn't know how it happened either, but it's clearly Arya's fault).

Rhaegar beating Jon up with a sword on the training grounds (when all Ser Rodrick asked for was a demonstration to evaluate their skill level, sob) because his brother is a no good secret-keeping LYING LIAR FACE who is also apparently his SON and a LIAR and ARGH.

Tyrells scheming to make Margaery the future queen!

Velaryons being SO HAPPY to join up with Targaryens again, sob, they don't even need the dragon as incentive.

Daemon meeting Oberyn

Viserys' hubris getting him charbroiled and eaten by a dragon

Daemon kidnapping Maester Aemon from the Wall (his pokemon tendencies aren't restricted to children)

Anything with Old Nan. Ex: her giving vague, sage advice to Ned because she somehow knows that none of the boys are his bastards.

Daemon hearing about how Catelyn treated Jon in Winterfell and seething about it. Halfway on Caraxes to burn the Riverlands until the boys calm him down.

Reversal AU (3):

Rhaenyra braiding the girls' hair (finally girls in this realm of boys!)

Some funny scene with teenage Aegon/Aemond/fJon/fRhaegar and teenage hormones

Daemon's POV of finding out he has hidden twin daughters and/or his POV of when he rescues them/soon after he rescues them.

Rescue AU (1):

Just update it, Syn!

Veteran!Jon AU (7):

Vet!Jon wakes up in Volantis and books it for Westeros

Vet!Jon reads Viserys the riot act

Twins POV of Vet!Jon swooping in to save them

Stepstone soldier's POV of Vet!Jon swooping in with his baby brothers

Veteran!Jon AU Wedding: Jon & Laena get married

Veteran!Jon shows up in the Stepstone but his birth wasn't a secret and he was taken when he was a few months old. Daemon POV of his previously-thought-dead son appearing with his secret twins.

Vet!Jon utterly destroys Cole in a spar. Possibly snowballs are involved.

Twins-as-Aemon's-sons AU (9): (the twins are Aemon and Jocelyn's sons, and roughly the same age as Daemon)

Jocelyn being surprise!pregnant, Jocelyn and Alyssa being pregnant at the same time, Aemon and Baelon commiserating over Jocelyn and Alyssa being pregnant at the same time...

Corlys trying to impress his hopefully-future-wife's little brothers

Jon being proclaimed heir

Jon/Rhaegar/Daemon all playing together as little kids

Jon and Daemon dragging their brothers out to practice swords when all they want to do is sit around and read boring old books, ugh

A young Aemma arriving at the keep as a potential bride for Jon

The more depressing version where Jon and Rhaegar are born extra late and Jon becomes King at a very young age

Corlys having to win Rhaenys's hand from a reluctant Jaehaerys by discovering chocolate/cocoa

Variation where Resonant!Daemon wakes up when the twins are born, which is instead just before Aemon is due to die at Tarth. Him being the best older cousin, protecting them, warning (unheeded) that Volantis might be after them...

Dany (5):

Dany is born as their little sister in Regnal or Reverberate, reaction to another prophecy baby

Dany is a triplet with the twins in Resonant

Dany wakes up as Nettles

Restoration Daemon saving Dany from being sold

Restoration Daemon arrives a bit later and meets Dany in Essos and helps her with her unruly dragons, maybe some singing is involved!

[catsteeth]

The Caged Bird & The Leashed Dog

Sandor Clegane x reader

+:✿ Chapter - 11 ✿:+ A War for a War

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Summary: You are the daughter of Jon Arryn, you and your father travel to King's Landing with the intention of arranging a marriage for you. You catch a glimpse of The Hound during your first night in Kings Landing and it creates a mutual fascination even if he won't admit it. 

CW: MDNI, NSFW themes, VIOLENCE, misogyny, angst, the boltons, drugged, emotional unavailability, emotional vulnerability, The Hound being abrasive, mention of death, blood, threats of violence, mentions of arranged marriage, minor character death

A/N: did i say this would be published monday? yeah. is it 3am on tuesday? yeah.

Word Count: 4.6K

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As Sandor laid on that rock in agony. He was bloodied and his bones were broken, his leg was the worst of it. He laid there and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to get up and walk out from those Vale mountains. 

The Falcon was his only company. You sent Lenaera to him as a signal to him that you were alive, that you were in the Eyrie, that you knew he had come, that you needed him. 

Though he already knew. He already knew all of that before the bird came. 

But now that he lay on that rock at the bottom of a cliff, he laid there thinking of all the terrible things he had done. How he deserved what he was given. And the worst thing he could think of that he had done was failing you.

That horse he saw in the stables could have been some other high bred white mare, or it could’ve been found by a Knight of the Vale and brought back without its rider. 

You could have been murdered, you could have been sold, you could have been.. Something even worse. 

And if you were, what was this bird? A beautiful, strong Falcon with a blue ribbon around her ankle. 

He groaned in pain and shouted and the bird did not leave. It hardly fluttered its wings. He did not scare it. Maybe because the bird could recognize he was a dying man. Maybe because it was waiting for him to die so it could eat him. 

But, he thought, if you did die, Gods forbid it, but if you did, maybe that bird was you. Or some form of you, a sign sent by you in the Seven Heavens. Maybe, or maybe his agony and blood loss made him think silly sentimental thoughts. Death does that.

He looked at the falcon perched on a rock. As the sun shined down on the magnificent creature he let out a labored breath, giving in to his sentimentality, “Are you here?” He asked you, only you weren’t there. “I keep seeing that bird, a fucking falcon with a blue ribbon.” He grumbled, “Is that you? You die, and you come back like that? How fucking cruel is that.” He laughed but the laugh forced a bloody cough out of him, once the cough settled he sighed, looking at the bird. “I miss you.” He admitted reluctantly, even when the Stranger was approaching he found it hard to admit it. “I think about you all the time.” He felt the emotion rise in his throat and tears well up, “I hear you in my dreams, your voice.” He shook his head, “I just miss you, simple as that.” When he finished, Lenaera let out a loud caw! And fluttered her wings, still staying by the dying man. “I don’t understand what you’re saying. Can’t hear your voice.” He said, still wanted to believe that bird was for you. Lenaera tilted her head at Sandor. He sniffed and swallowed his emotion and nodded, “Aye, it’s time. I’ll be seeing you. Maybe. Or Maybe I’ll be in the Seven Hells and you the Heavens. Maybe I’ll be lucky and keep hearing your voice.” He said, closing his eyes. He was content to die now, his eyes were closed and he was at rest as the stranger approached him. But only it was a real stranger, not the old god.

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Your body felt slightly numb, and your nerves calmed. You began to open your eyes slightly fluttering open, when you finally mustered the strength to open your eyes you looked around at the blue and silver carriage. The same one that you and your father took to King's Landing. You could tell that the carriage was not moving, and from the light coming in from the closed blinds of the carriage you could gather it was nearly night. 

You rubbed your eyes and groaned, “Where-” You began until an armored glove covered your mouth.

“Sh!” You looked up at the man who silenced you, in full armor but his eyes shining through his silver helmet were familiar.

“Ser Cole?” You whimpered, still under the heavy fog of whatever had taken you.

He lifted the helmet so you may look upon his face, to see his true concern. “My Lady, please listen to my words. It is important that you listen.” You tried to widen your eyes, blinking hard in an attempt to focus them. “Baelish arranged your marriage to Ramsay Bolton. You were to leave this morning however, Baelish said that you were feeling ill and that you’d better be taken to Winterfell and examined by a maester. However I believe it was an illness brought upon you intentionally. Because you’d not accept it so easily.”

“Where am I now?” You asked sitting up from the plush silk seat that you were laying on, Ser Cole knowing better didn’t help you.

“You’re in your carriage, halfway to Winterfell.” He held his head lower, “Baelish has stepped out to…” He stopped trying to find a more delicate way of phrasing it.

“Just speak,” You whined as you held yourself up 

“Piss, my Lady.” He spoke quickly 

“Right.” You nodded,

“When he returns, be agreeable.” His speech picked up, he knew his time was limited, “Play along.” He must have gathered a plan while you were deep in a drug induced sleep.

“I can’t go there, Ser Cole.” Fear rose in you. You knew if you walked into Winterfell you wouldn’t be leaving it. 

He nodded, “I know that. I will not let them.” His conviction was strong. 

“How many men are out there?” You questioned,

“Fifthteen.” 

“You can’t cut through that many men.” You said to him as if you were pleading he’d see reason. 

“Command them.” He said as if he were tried to plead with you to see reason

“I’ve no power, I tell them to stop and Baelish will tell them to continue-” 

He boldly interrupted you, “You have more sway than you may believe.” 

Your eyes narrowed on him, “Tell me what you know,” 

He looked behind him to be sure Baelish wasn’t approaching yet, “In short summary, My Lady, a little over half the men would follow you if you commanded.” He turned back to you, “Believe that. Believe in your blood.” 

Ser Cole heard the “She has awoken…” He said calmly as he stepped to the side, allowing Lord Baelish to enter the carriage. He looked over at Baelish who was looking at Ser Cole with an expectant look, “My Lord.” He finished. 

“Thank you, you are dismissed.” Baelish said insincerely, his voice filled with annoyance.

“The Lady wanted water.” He said handing you his pouch of water. You grabbed it with hast. You drank it down quickly, you hadn’t asked for it but it was true you needed it. Ser Cole starred at Baelish as you chugged it down with desperation. 

As you wiped your mouth with your sleeve finally finished with your drink, “Alright, now you are dismissed.” Ser Cole of course looked to you, waiting for your decision. An action that did not go unnoticed by Baelish, “No, Ser Cole will ride with us.” you said confidently. 

Baelish shifted uncomfortably in his seat, “My dear, I believe we’ve important matters to discuss, best discussed in private-” 

You interrupted him, your eyes sharp and your tone dark and unfitting with your formal words. “Ser Varys Cole is sworn to me.” You lied, “He rides with me.” You said sternly as you moved over, allowing room for him to sit beside you.

As Ser Cole sat beside you, he slammed the carriage door closed. Almost making Baelish flinch. As he closed the door the carriage began to move again. 

Bealish tried to assess the situation best he could, “How’re you feeling?” 

“Is that the matter of importance you wished to discuss?” You practically spit your words at him. You knew Ser Coke had a plan but you’d a better and much more satisfying one.

His eyes lowly gazed on you, narrowed and predatory, “Please.” 

“I feel anger.” You said plainly, “Though It is creeping toward a contemptuous homicidal rage.” You said with dark and intense eyes.

He took a moment, finally speaking, “I can understand-”

You interrupted him again, unwilling to hear his words. “Can you?” 

“A House without change is a dead House. And there is an air of quiet death in this house and I do not like the way it smells.” He attempted to once again rationalize his stance.

“Is that why you slipped something in my tea?” You questioned. Baelish looked at Ser Cole who only stared back at him with the same venom that you had. 

Baelish’s eyes returned to you, “You felt ill, no doubt from your overindulgence the night before.” Ser Cole’s grip on his sword tightened. 

“And you used the opportunity to throw me in a carriage.” You responded quickly. 

“The Maester was in the Gates of the Moon. You are aware of how long he takes.” You knew what he meant. Your mother. When she labored you were with her alone with a few handmaidens. The Maester was at the bottom of the Gates of the Moon. It took him far too long to come, by the time he did your mother was already gone and the babe was in your arms taking labored breaths. The memory surged through you. But instead of despair filling you, only more and more rage did. “Besides, we were meant to leave for the North this morning. Having you sleep off whatever was burdening you until we arrived in Winterfell seemed best.” His tone was careful and calculated. 

“I am not going to Winterfell.” You were stern, and your anger created a dark cloud over you. “You will take me to Castle Black.” It was a split decision but a smart one. 

He smirked slightly, letting go of whatever facade he had, “You forget whose carriage you sit in, you forget the direction you are headed.” 

“The Lady of the Vale has commanded you.” Ser Cole spoke with a deep and low conviction.

“The Lord of the Vale has commanded her.” Baelish snapped at him, 

As he did, you grabbed the dagger from Ser Cole’s belt. You lunged forward on top of Baelish placing the blade to his throat. You felt your own spirit split into two. Battling one another. If you killed Baelish, the power would not be left to you, no you would be thrown in a sky cell and left with Robin to decide your fate. But Gods you wanted to. Wanted to rip his throat out, watch the light in him fade. His memory dwindles over time. You wanted him dead and you needed to be the one to do it. But it would cost you the Vale. 

Baelish began to reason with you, pleading. “I have been loyal to you. I took you away from danger and sheltered you from your enemy. I put my own life at reset sheltering you within the Eyrie, I put the Vale at risk doing so. I protected you-” “By killing my aunt.” You almost growled at him. 

“She was going to kill you, not to mention she’d admitted to the murder of your father.”

“A murder she'd committed for you?” You pressed the blade against his throat harder, slightly drawing blood, Baelish winced, you took ultimate pleasure from it. 

“Not by request.” He pleaded.

“She was mine to kill.” Your eyes were wide, terrifying.

His breathing picked up, “I’m sorry.” It was all he could think to say. 

“I will give you an opportunity. Explain to me your intentions.” You needed to hear it, needed to know what he had in mind, maybe it would give you the motivation you needed to finally kill him. 

“Marry Ramsay Bolton. Poison his father, soon thereafter Ramsay himself. You’ll be Queen of the North.” He spoke with hast

“I don’t want the North.” 

“The Vale. You want the Vale.” He spoke erratically as your blade still pressed deeply against his throat. “Once the Boltons are dead, you’ll marry me.” You sneered in disgust,  “You’ll be queen of the North and restored Lady of the Vale. You’ll be more powerful than any woman in the realm.” He forced a smile, 

You leaned towards the carriages window, “Stop the carriage!” You shouted, leaning forward into Petyr again, “If you won’t give it to me, I shall take it myself.” You spoke sternly as you removed the blade. He grasped at his throat, a small amount of blood trickling down his throat and hand. 

You turned to open the carriage door when you looked over to Ser Cole. His face was one of not shock but a pleasantly surprised one. 

You opened the carriage and stepped out. 

“Lady (Y/N), are you alright?” A knight asked as Ser Cole followed after you.

You looked to the white horse tied to the back of your carriage, Lika. 

You pointed to her, “Untie that Horse.” You commanded but the Knights attention was diverted when Baelish stumbled out of the carriage.

He began to loudly scold, “(Y/N), If you abandon your arrangement-”

“Your arrangement.” You loudly corrected back as Ser Cole mounted his own horse.

“If you abandon it, it will leave me in an uncomfortable position.” He pathetically pled,

You scoffed, “Don’t turn this on me, I don’t want your cloud over my head.” You looked again to a knight, “My horse,” you commanded again.

“(Y/N), Tyrion Lannister has wed Sansa Stark.” The words hit your heart like a steel blade. Though she’d be better off with Joffrey, she was a child,  “I hear she is very eager to flee her own cage.” He said with a dark and devious tone.

“My horse!” You ignored him, commanding once more.

The knights did not budge, some were conflicted and confused by the scene laying out before them. Ser Cole then loudly reaserted, “The Lady of the Vale has commanded you.” 

The knight looked at Ser Cole with disdain, “We’re under the command of Lord Baelish.” 

You held your head high, and spoke with clear conviction, “You are sworn to serve the Vale under House Arryn. My father Jon Arryn is dead but the Arryn blood is not. You’ve sworn allegiance to my blood, to me. Let it be known I (Y/N) Arryn, rebuke the succession. You can either stand with me, or against me.” As you finished another Knight climbed off his horse and retrieved Lika from the back of the Carriage. Baelish stared daggers at the Knight but he did not care. As you Mounted Lika, Ser Cole then announced, 

“Swear anew your oath to (Y/N) Arryn as your rightful Lady of The Vale, Keeper of the Gates of the Moon, Defender of the Vale, and Warden of the East. If you support the usurper let it be known now. But let this be known if you swear loyalty only to choose treachery later, you’ll die a dishonorable death.” As he finished, nine of the fifteen Knights left their positions and aligned with yours. 

“(Y/N), my little dove.” He attempted once more to manipulate you, using the name your late mother would call you.

“I want you to remember these words. If you choose this fight. You will die, screaming.” You said, as you tugged on Lika’s reins, turning her away and pushing her forward. The men followed, and of course Ser Cole was by your side.

“My Lord?” A knight asked, wondering if he should detain you.

“Let them go.” Baelish said, still holding onto his bleeding neck.

And so began the war 

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Sandor opened his eyes, he was in a warm tent, surrounded by candle light, in a comfortable cot wrapped in a blanket.

He coughed, getting the attention of a shorter man with hard hair, “The fuck am I?” He asked, his voice was hoarse.

The man looked a bit surprised to be hearing the wounded man speaking, “In a small hut.” He replied with an amused smirk.

Sandor looked around with only his eyes, he hardly even had the strength for that, “(Y/N), (Y/N) where is she?” He asked, his words shaky and unstable.

“No one by that name here.” The man shook his head, his eyes narrowed on him. Curious of him.

“I gotta- got to find her.” he spoke as he shook his head restlessly attempting to get up,

The man placed a single hand on his chest, pushing him back into the cushioned cot below him, “You’ll find her later. Your bone snapped in half, you need rest.”

Sandor was slightly breathless, “Thought I was dead.” 

The man nodded, “Thought you did a few times. Even when I found you, your leg was broken and you were covered in blood and bugs. Tried burying you but you coughed, nearly shit myself.” He laughed to himself, 

Sandors eyes weakly tried to focus on the man looming over him, “Who are you?”

“They call me Ray, I’m a septon.” His tone was calming to Sandor, 

Sandor closed his eyes, wincing from the pain in his now bandaged leg, “I don’t want to hear a sermon.” 

Ray laughed again, “Wasn’t planning on telling one.”

“Ye all are.” Sandors voice was gruff and deep. 

“You’ve met many?” 

His eyes still closed tightly from the pain, “Met enough to know.” 

“Must’ve been a big man to cut you down.” He said, looking at the massive man who laid on the cot in front of him. 

He shook his head “It was a woman.” He corrected weakly, 

Ray laughed as he left the tent that held the wounded Hound. Leaving him to only stew more on the thought of you. 

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As you rode on now further North than you’d ever been, you looked behind you. You felt a growing sense of power. Two of your men had left you, going back to Eyrie to gather more men. And even though you’d only seven men, you knew there’d be more. And only more would follow. 

You looked then to your new companion, he was the closest thing to a Hand that you had. So you might as well treat him as such. “Ser Cole,” 

“Varys, my lady.” He smiled at you, you smiled back slightly. Pleased with his insistence of familiarity with you. 

“Varys, tell me about Jon Snow. Do you know anything about him?” You asked, your eyes narrowing slightly. 

He nodded, “Yes my lady. Words have crinkled down from the North that he rose from the dead. Rumors of course but as I have heard it’s been done before. He’s been released from the Night's Watch and is forming an army.”

You looked at him somewhat confused, “An army? An army for what?”

“An army for the dead, my Lady.” 

You raised an eyebrow and scoffed a bit, “The dead? Ser Varys, am I traveling to see a mad man?” You teased,

“Less mad than the man you were originally traveling north for.” You nodded in acknowledgment. 

You looked back at him, with a soft earnestness in your eyes. “What of Sandor Clegane? Has there been any news of him?” You asked as if there was no emotion. But there was indeed quite a bit. 

“No my Lady.” He spoke softly, 

“Arya Stark?” You asked again, emotionless. Though your tone deceived your true emotion. And Ser Cole knew that.

“No my lady.” He spoke again in the same softness. 

You took a deep breath in, allowing all your anxieties and sorrows to be pushed down, changing the subject to avoid more emotion, “Well if an army he needs he shall get it.” You looked back at the road ahead of you, “A war for a war.” You said as you tighten your grip on Lika’s reins. 

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A week had passed, Sandor had made a surprisingly quick recovery, however his leg was still too weak to journey yet. So he took it upon himself to help the struggling sept build their community. 

As he sat alone, eating the meal the commune had prepared. He looked up at the sky, blue and bright. It, as all things did now, reminded him of you. 

He wondered where that falcon had gone, he missed it somewhat. Maybe it was you, maybe- he couldn’t finish his thought before he heard a familiar voice behind him, 

“I think some of the other men are a bit afraid of you.” Ray said, stepping towards Sandor, handing him a drink.

“I’m used to it.” He said washing down a mouth full of bread with a cup of ale.

“(Y/N)” Ray said softly, Sandor looked up at him quickly, his eyes filled with anticipation, “You mentioned her name a few times when you were laid up.” Ray questioned softly, He pointed to Sandors bad leg. “She does that, do you?” 

“No.” He asserted quickly, he looked back down to his bowl, “She was…” He struggled to admit it,

“Your woman?” Ray gathered, 

Sandor nodded softly, “Aye. Got separated a ways back. Could be alive or not, don't know really.” He shook his head as he held it low.

Ray sighed, “If she’s meant to be here she will be. I thought you died a dozen times. You were stinking and covered in bugs. A bone sticking out here. But you kept breathing.” Sandor looked at him, “What kept you going?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Hate.” He nodded. 

It wasn’t really a lie. He hated what the brotherhood did to keep him from you, hated the Lannisters for what they’d done to you, hated Baelish for stealing your land, Hated his brother for what he’d done to him. But mostly he hated whoever might have harmed you.

“No, there's a reason you’re still here.” Ray studied Sandor, 

“Yeah I’m a big fucker and tough to kill.” He said, taking another bite of the bread in his bowl.

“No, the reason.” Ray asserted, standing in front of Sandor, “God’s not done with you yet.”

Sandor scoffed, “I've heard that before, man was talking about a different god though.”

“Maybe he was right, I don’t know much about gods.” 

Sandor chuckled slightly, “You’re in the wrong line of work.”

“Oh, there's plenty of pious sons of bitches who think they know the word of god, or gods. I don't. I don't know their real names. Maybe it is the Seven. Or maybe it's the Old Gods. Or maybe it's the Lord of Light, or maybe they're all the same fucking thing. I don't know. What matters, I believe, is that there's something greater than us. And whatever it is, it's got plans for Sandor Clegane." Ray hasn't revealed that he knew who he was before. Sandor was slightly taken aback.

But Sandor sat with the words for a moment.

He looked at him, his gaze vulnerable but hard, “You didn’t know me back in my time, you don’t know the things I’ve done.”

Ray looked at him with a deep look, a darker one, “I’ve heard stories.”

“If Gods were real, why haven’t they punished me?” He found himself asking genuinely,

“They have.” Ray said, before walking away. 

He wasn’t wrong. He was left not knowing if the love of his life was dead or alive. Left haunted by your scent and your memory. Haunted by the touch you gave to him. 

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As you approached the looming black castle. You’d never seen such a thing. 

You turned to Ser Cole beside you.

“Grimm looking place.” You said wearily. 

He leaned in closer to you, “You can do this, My Lady.” he said quietly only to you.

Your eyes focused on Castle Black, assessing it, “Even if I can’t, I have to.” You said quietly but sternly. 

And with that you pulled the reins of Lika, pushing her forward, and your men followed behind you. 

꒰ ୨୧ ─ 

Jon walked across the training yard to his commander’s chamber when he noticed Tormund looking into the Dining Halls.

Tormound turned around and noticed Jon walking closer, giving a look of confusion. 

“You’ve a beauty waiting for ye’” Tormound said, 

Jon raised an eyebrow as he opened the door to the Dining Hall. He saw you and Ser Cole, with seven other knights. You and your men stood. 

“Lady Arryn?” He asked, taken aback by your unannounced presence. 

“Lord Commander.” You lowered your head in respect,

“I’m not the Commander anymore.” He said walking towards you, 

“I’m afraid I don’t know what to call you.” You smiled softly, trying your best to be friendly. “You are my cousin's blood. And so by some length I suppose you and I share some kind of… familiarity.”

“We don’t.” He said

You took a brief pause, giving up on an attempt to establish any kind of familiar relationship. “I hear you’ve seen the dead, walking.” Your eyes narrowed, 

“Aye. Beyond the wall they march.” He spoke with an earnest fear. 

“You’re building an army?” You asked 

He nodded, “Aye, My Lady. I’ve been traveling to many great houses to ask for their aid.” 

“But not mine?” Your eyes narrowed even more, 

“Northern Houses. Besides, I’d rather not do dealings with Littlefinger.” 

You almost interrupted him “Littlefinger is not head of House Arryn, Jon Snow, I am.” You said defensively, Jon was slightly taken aback, he nodded to your words, “I’ve not seen what you have. I cannot say that I am convinced, though I’ve no reason to assume you’d lie.” 

“You’ll give your men?” He asked with a raised brow, 

“I will.” You nodded, but before Jon could thank you, you continued, “But this exchange would need to be mutual.” You held your head high, “As you said you rather not do dealings with Littlefinger and recently I as well as more than half of the Knights of the Vale have decided the same.” 

“You’ve rebuked the succession?” He took a step closer, his words sounded somewhat accusatory. 

“The Lady of The Vale has claimed what she is owed.” Ser Cole spoke,

You raised a hand implying for Ser Cole to stop, “I have. The vale is a large and strong land. The Eyrie itself has never in three thousand years been breached. It would be invaluable to you and your armies.” You spoke with confidence, “If the house swayed in my favor, I would sever all ties with house Lannister. I would do it whether you offered aid or not. But I would join your forces. My house would swear obedience to yours. The Knights of the Vale would be at your service.” 

“But you don’t have that?” His voice again turned to one of accusatory. 

“I have half that.” Your confidence unwavering 

“But not all of that?” 

“Do you want the men or not?” You brought the confrontation to a dead end.

He thought about it in deep thought. “Will it be enough?”

“It will be.” ‘it would have to be’ you thought, you held out your hand “A war for a war.” He shook it.

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

As Sandor laid in that cot that was far too small for his body whilst being nursed back to health, he would often hold a pillow against his chest. Pretending it was you. Though it didn’t have your scent, your body's warmth, your plumpness, your weight, but it was all he had. He tried to remember the way your ways would look into his.

Your eyes always spoke loudly, they told him everything you felt.

From anger, sadness, fear, lust, ecstasy, and his favorite was joy.

Gods he wanted you badly. Like water, or wine preferably.

He laid there and thought of you, of all of the gentleness you gave to him. He didn’t deserve it, he knew that. And yet here he was dreaming of it at night. With his cock hardening against the soft fabric of the cott he laid in.

He moved off his bad leg rolling onto his stomach, using his strong leg to hold himself up as he clutched the pillow in his arms and grinded into the cott.

The pressure against his aching length was good, but it did not compare to the satisfaction only your cunt provided.

Gods he thought of how perfectly you fit with him. Your body molded to his and his to yours.

He rocked himself into the cot whilst he tried his best to remember how your walls would tighten against his cock, how your lips would find his.

He missed the wetness of your cunt, the plumpness of your breasts, the softness of your body.

He remembered the first time he’d taken you, truly and properly. You’d taken him so well, it was as if he’d been made for you. You held him so sweetly as his cock pushed in and out of you.

A sweetness he’d not ever forget. He needed you badly that was for certain and all he had not was a pillow and a cot.

“Seven hells” he hissed as he reluctantly filled back back into his back and pulled himself out of his breeches and began to stroke his length. He imagined the sounds you’d make. The beautiful moans of pleasure that you’d sing to him, the lustful and vulgar sounds your cunt made when his cock slipped in and out of you.

But what always had done him in was your eyes. Gods your beautiful beautiful eyes. They showed no fear, pity, or disgust. They showed a love he’d never seen before. How warm and soft they were- “Fuck!” Sandor hissed as he spilt his seed out onto his stomach.

Perhaps now he’d be able to sleep. But of course he couldn’t.

꒰ ୨୧ ─

Later the next morning, Sandor was deep within the woods and far from the community. He was finally well enough to walk and run further and further from the commune. That’s the way he liked it. Being far from the rest. He didn’t need any men and he certainly didn’t need any women.

As Sandor chopped wood, he heard a scream, a scream of a woman. Sandor dropped what he was doing and ran as well as he could with his limp he still had. 

When he finally reached the sept everyone was massacred, and Ray, the closest thing to a friend he’d had since you or Arya, was hanged in the middle of the sept he helped build. 

He picked up his ax and went hunting. 

Hunting for the men who did what they did. 

NOTE:

Does this one lowkey suck? Yeah. And what about it? This is going to serve as a good catalyst for the next chapter I promise.

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Clark Pines AU random headcanons

-sometimes Stan and Ford pull the "switch clothes and talk differently to see if anyone can tell the difference" trick to mess with the twins, and they fall for it a solid 35% of the time, but Clark never falls for it because he can hear their hearts and Ford's heart is FUCKED UP due to the gazillion volts of electricity he got during weirdmageddon

-Clark almost didn't go to college to stay and work at the Shack and maybe convince his dad to finally let him help with the portal, but Stan recognized Clark was smart af and didn't want Clark to be held back for his sake. And then Stan had twenty crises in a row when it came time for Clark to actually Go To College

-Clark has to wear (reading) glasses but he doesn't like the feel of them so he usually just carries them around and wears them as infrequently as possible. And then his entire secret identity becomes "put on glasses" so he has to wear them all the time and he's REALLY MAD about it

-Clark was originally going to college for some sort of mechanics/engineering degree, but once he left Gravity Falls, he realized just how weird his hometown is. Like, he was theoretically aware, but the guy lived there his whole life. He left a few times to visit the twins and their parents or for miscellaneous other reasons but he never really lived outside of Gravity Falls for any amount of time. So it kinda hits him how different The Real World (for lack of a better term) is, and he decides to switch to communications/journalism major instead. Also, he was not very good at engineering.

-The Mystery Twins are approximately the same age as Robin!Dick so they become pretty good friends over the years. Mabel has a gigantic insane crush on Dick and Dick has a tiny baby crush on Dipper and everybody is oblivious about everything except for Bruce and Clark, who have to silently suffer together about the situation until everyone gets over it.

-Dipper gets really into magic and spells and stuff as he gets older so he becomes Clark's go-to "there's weird shit happening and it's not the genre I usually deal with" person. It isn't his life's work like with Constantine or Zatanna, so he isn't a JLDark member or anything, but he definitely Knows Some Shit.

-I'm cooking something along the lines of "Mabel becomes the youngest congresswoman ever at age 18" simply because I think it would be funny and because nobody ever acknowledges how that one frozen president technically made Mabel a congresswoman in that one episode.

-You know how Jon Kent is named that after Clark's Canon Dad Jonathan Kent? Clark tries to name his kid "Stan" after his dad and uncle and both Stanley and Stanford are like don't you FUCKING dare, we have enough Stans in this family, please give your son a better name dear god

-When the Young Justice team (yj98, NOT yjtv) forms, there's a running bit where they keep fucking running into either Mabel or Dipper on every other mission, except none of them know they're Superman's cousins so they think these two weirdos are trying to do Evil Stuff when in fact they're just living their lives, and these lives happen to be absolutely insane enough to keep crossing over with teenage superhero shenanigans.

[space-dreams-world]

DPXDC soulmate prompt au:

Everyone has a soulmate. Even if the way you meet your soulmate is different, you can still feel a click in place. Even with different species, romantically or platonically, and multiple soulmates. ( like one person has by sight, and their soulmate is by touch. Basically, you can have soulmates with the same markings or two different types and still work)

So, Danny, after becoming Phantom and dealing with the ghosts, finally finds a way to shut down the Portal around his last year of high school, and multiple people aren't happy about that, i.e. his parents, the ghosts, Sam, the GIW, and even Vlad as he was banking on the fentons for his shit to work, and he had plans surrounding Danny's family.

He gets run out of town by Amity and his parents after they uncover his secret. Danny then spends the next few years in space, discovering aliens.

(During his disappearance, the GIW are disbanded, Vlad doesn't have access to the zone anymore and asking for him to search in space is a permadeath sentence for him, his parents regret their Gung ho attitude and miss him. In a twist of faith, an accident kills them off, and they are working through their regrets in the zone, waiting to see Danny so they can pass)

Now, as I mentioned at the top, this is a soulmate au, so in Death, Danny is able to get a feel for soulmate, like if his soulmate had a marking for him to recognize even if his soulmate identifier is lock on sight. (He essentially has an advantage of figuring out his significant other as he has his soulmate symbol on him.)

So, whose Danny significant other? Look no further than Gotham depressed himbo dad, Bruce Wayne, whose soulmate identifier is a tattoo of Danny's mark.

This could be pretty early on in his hero career or after Duke is a part of the Bats, but basically, Bruce goes on a space mission with the league and in one of their stints to get info, Danny immediately recognizes Batman's mark which was his soulmate clue. So, Danny, who hasn't spoken human or been on earth in years, has zero in on him,but they don't get to talk before Bruce heads back to earth, but Bruce knows there is something off about the possible alien man.

On Bruce's side, he hasn't seen anyone that has made it work, except if if you want to make it a polycule with Superman. (Dick has his redhead squad or the titans, Jason ends up with Roy or someone else, Tim has Bernard and Kon, and Damian is starting to platonically be friends with Jon. Cass has found her soulmate in Stephanie.

(The Joker is a weird case where he has a soulmate that isn't born yet or died already, or he has no one and that why he is crazy and scars the Bat symbol on him as he sees his enemy with no soulmate either.)

Anyway, something big happens on earth, like an invasion, and the Bat is almost killed before a bright light descends upon the sky and removes the threat. Batman, once recovering his sight, sees the same masked alien man from before. Once they regroup, the masked man removes his helmet, and Bruce finally gets his soulmate connection. Danny has aged significantly since his first departure of earth and attempting to relearn earth's customs and figure out what happened with his family and friends.

( Jazz is soulmates with Talia and is in a secret relationship with her after Damian is made.

Sam is soulmates with Paulina but despises this, which causes her some mental instability, and refuses to acknowledge their bond, somehow still banking on Danny being her knight, and rebrands herself as Pamela Isley or Poison Ivy and finds love in Harley.

Tucker actually renames himself after Amity as Silas Stone and has a child. He works with Alien Tech to see if he can find his best friend again.

Dani is only made after Danny's return to earth but loves her indefinitely as he feels that the Portal had robbed him of a good life with offspring.

And Dan is working on his aggression in the zone.)

[trippiexlove]

Only With You

Author Note: Based on the song You by Miley Cyrus

Warning: Fluff, Smut, A bit of Angst, Profanity, P in V, Oral (female receiving), Praise

Pairing: Jimmy Uso X Black OC

Word Count: 3,163

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You know I'm savage, but you're looking past it

I want that late-night sweet magic, that forever-lasting love

But only if it's with you

Andrea sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She finally was able to have a moment to herself, after a very hectic morning. She couldn't believe it was her wedding day. Something she has been dreaming about since forever. She brushed her hands across her dress. 

She couldn't lie and say she wasn't nervous, but she didn't have a reason to be. Her fiancé Michael made sure she had the wedding of her dreams, not having to stress while planning. She adored her fiancé but- he just wasn't him. Don't get her wrong, she loved Michael. He came into her life when she needed healing and he was patient with her throughout that process.

But when she envisioned this day, she imagined standing with him at the alter. Now her heart was feeling that slight ache the more she thought about it. She was quickly token out of her head by the door opening up in the suite. 

When she turned around her eyes widen. She had to blink twice, not believing that he was standing in front of her right now. 

"Jon what are you doing here" she let out whisper-like. Rushing to the door peeking out into the hallway before closing the door back. She whipped around getting a good look at him. It's been over 2 years since she seen him. His beard has grown, grey hairs peppered throughout. "You can't be here."

"Drea I can't let you do this"

She furrowed her eyebrow in confusion "Do what Jon?"

"I can't let you marry him without telling you how I feel" He stepped closer to her, only for her to take a step back holding up her hand.

"No Jon," she shook her head "you can't do this. Not on my wedding day"

"Drea this was supposed to be our day" he emphasized "It's supposed to be me up there waiting for you to walk down that aisle"

"You had that chance!" she snapped "You had that chance then you blew it" her eyes began to tear up. 

"Baby I know I fucked up and I've been paying for that every day since," his tone apologetic "the only thing I've been thinking about is you and how I could be better for you, for us" He stepped forward as she wiped the tears from her face. He stood mere inches from her looking into her tear-filled eyes. "I promise if you give me this second chance things will be different."

Andrea couldn't stop the tears that flowed her face, probably ruining her makeup. "But why now Jon. Why on my wedding day."

"I don't know baby," he took one of her hands into his, giving it a soft squeeze. "I just know I couldn't live with myself if I didn't come tell you how I felt. That I am still, til this day, very madly in love with you" 

Andrea stood there in silence. Jon tucked a strand behind her hair, her breathe hitched at the small action. Soon a knock came at the door pulling her away from the moment. "Yeah" she called out. Turning towards the door.

"Sweetheart are you ready, you'll be walking down in 10 minutes" Andrea recognizing the voice of her mother. Her eye widening a bit. 

"Uh Yeah give me a second" She turned looking at Jon. "You got to go" she whispered. 

Jon heart ached a bit, "The choice is yours" His fingers ghosted pass her cheek before he left out the back door of the bridal suite. 

Andrea sighed, gathering herself before she opened the door, revealing her mother. "Oh honey you been crying?" she asked concern.

"Yeah just thinking about the day," she slightly smiled "is the makeup artist still here?"

Her mother nodded before saying she would go grab her. They shortly came back and the makeup artist quickly fixed her makeup in time. 

Andrea blew out a breath as she stood at the double doors. Arms linked with her father. Her nervous energy coming off in waves. Her dad giving her arm a slight squeeze. 

"You ok baby girl?" his voice laced with concern. Watching his only daughter stand close to him all jittery. 

"Yeah," she let out another breath. She didn't know if she was convincing him or herself. She looked over at her dad, nodding her head "yeah I'm ok"

"You know it's never too late" he leaned over whispering. 

Andrea let out a quiet laugh, lightly slapping her dad in his shoulder "Dad stop it"

"Just know, no matter what your mother and I are right behind you" Andrea appreciated the comment, but she knew that there was more to it. Her father was never really fond of her fiancé, her soon-to-be husband, Michael. 

He only tolerated him for Andrea sake. As long as she was happy and taken care of, he didn't have any problems. 

"Thanks dad" She slightly laid her head on his shoulders, hearing the music stop and the Priest announce for everyone to stand. Andrea stood straight up, the ushers telling them where to stand. 

Soon the ushers opened the double doors and Andrea peered down the aisle, making eye contact with Michael. Her breath hitched as she did. She didn't even realize that she begun walking down the aisle. 

As she neared the pathway she made eye contact with her mother, who was dabbing away tears. That made her start tearing up. Mouthing a I Love You to her. Soon they made it to the steps of the alter, Michael step down to meet her and her father. 

"Who gives this beautiful woman to be married?" the priest asked, holding his small bible in his hand. 

"I do" her dad said proudly. He turned towards Andrea giving the top of her head a kiss. He looked at Michael giving him a hard stare "You take care of her" 

Michael nodded, taking hold of her hands "I will." He brought them up, standing in front of the Priest. Andrea quickly adjusted her dress with the help of Serena. 

Michael held both of her hands, looking her in the eyes. Andrea gave his hands a tight squeeze as the Priest began the ceremony. 

"We are all gathered here today. To celebrate the holy matrimony of Andrea Imani Lewis and Michael Elijah Thompson" he looked between the two, giving them a smile. "Today you two stand before God and your family and peers who all love and support you. Your journey together has brought you to this point."

Andrea cut out what the Priest was saying. Her mind wandering. Having doubts, thinking of the conversation she just had. The more she look Michael in the eyes the guiltier she felt. 

She quickly snapped back to reality when the Priest signaled for them to say their vows. Michael going first.  

"Andrea from the day I met you I knew you were the one for me. There's no secret that we've had our ups and downs. But they've only made us stronger. I promise to make you happy. Continue to put us first. Through sickness, health, wealthy or poor. I want to go through it all with you."

Andrea took one of her hands, dabbing away at the tear that decided to fall. His words hitting a soft spot in her heart. 

She let out a shaky breath, knowing it was her turn. She closed her eyes briefly before looking him in his eyes. "Michael you've have brought out a different part of me that I didn't know was there. I feel extremely blessed that you've not only embraced every part of who I am, but also that you allowed me to truly to see you. No matter what we go through, I know we can work it out together as one. You have been my rock and helped me through some tough situations, and for that I am forever grateful." 

She trailed off a bit, closing her eyes slightly as a lone tear slipped. "But Michael I can't marry you" Audible gasps sounded throughout the sanctuary. "I truly do love you but I just can't, I am so sorry Michael" 

She let go of his hand turning towards everyone, making eye contact with her parents. Her dad giving her a slight nod. 

She lifted up the bottom part of her dress, running out the building to her bridal suite. She quickly took off her shoes. She grabbed her phone walking towards the door. Before she could even get out, the door opened revealing a distraught Michael.

"Andrea what the hell was that!" He stated angrily. 

"Michael please I don't have time for this" She tried to step around him but he blocked her path. 

"You just told me you couldn't marry be in front of our Family and Friends. Do you know how embarrassing that is!" His voice raising with each word. 

"I already said I am sorry! I don't know what you want me to do" She threw her arms up in frustration. 

Michael stood there for a moment. Her phone began ringing, both noticing an unsaved number calling and texting her repeatedly. 

"That's him isn't it" when Andrea didn't answer he shook his head "I knew you were never really over him. Tell me the truth, did you ever loved me?"

"Michael please, I did love you-" 

"But you were never in love with me" his eyes showing anger and hurt "I knew this but I was hoping with everything we been through that you could have loved me like you did him." 

Andrea shook her head, the tears coming back "Michael I am so sorry" her voice softened. 

He held up his hands stopping her "Keep your sorry, you both deserve each other" he gave her one last look before leaving out the suite, her parents soon coming in. 

"Oh sweetheart" her mother cooed, bringing her into a hug. 

"Momma I am so sorry" she cried into her mother's shoulders. Sobbing.

"Don't you dare be sorry, you did what was best for you" her father stepped forward, wrapping his arms around both his wife and daughter "I told you no matter what we would be right behind you" 

She pulled out of their group hug. Her mother wiping her tears. "You go get Jon" Andrea's eyes slightly widen. Her mother chuckling "You didn't think I knew he was here?"

"I-" she tried to explain but her mother cut her off.

"I am not judging you honey, if you want to try again with him then do what makes you happy" She gave her a smile, kissing the top of head. Andrea gave her mother an appreciative look, turning to her dad. 

"I may still be upset with him for how he did you, but I've always liked him" her father gave her one last hug. 

She grabbed her phone, picking up the end of her dress walking out the bridal suite. She clicked her call log pressing the unsaved number. It rung twice before the person answered. 

"Where are you?" she wasted no time, walking along the path. 

"I've been outside waiting for you" Jon husky voice filled her ears. 

She looked around the parking lot, noticing him standing outside his car. She hung up, quickly making her way over to him. They stared at each other for a few seconds in silence, before pulling each other into a kiss. 

Andrea pulled away, slightly breathing heavy "I choose you" she said in a whispering tone.

Jon smiled, pecking her lips again "let's get out of here" Andrea nodded before he opened the door to his car, waiting for her to get in. He closed her door, making it to his side. He started his car, swiftly pulling out the parking lot. 

Jon held her hand in his the whole ride back to his place. After about a 30 minute drive they pulled in. Jon quick to come over and open her door. He lead them inside locking the front door. Andrea took in her surroundings. Standing in the very house they got together all them years ago. Nothing changed, their pictures still up. 

She walked over to a photo they took on one of their many dates. Seeing how happy they were. His arms wrapped her as he leaned in kissing her cheek as she smiled into the camera. 

Her fingers brushed over the picture, smiling a bit. "You still have this picture"

Jon walked over, leaning over her "Of course I do," he leaned down placing a kiss on her shoulder "I told you that I couldn't think of anything but you for these past 2 years" 

She placed the picture down turning around in his arms, wrapping her arm around his neck "Truthfully I couldn't stop thinking about you too"

Jon bit his bottom lip looking her in the eyes. He leaned down bringing her into a searing kiss. "Why don't we get you out this dress" Andrea nodded as he took her hand, leading her up the stairs. 

They got to the bed room, Jon stood behind her slowly unzipping her dress. Andrea bit her bottom lip at the feel of Jon's hands made their way down the curve of her back. Jon leaned forward placing a soft kiss along the back of her neck. 

He took his hand pulling the dress off, letting it pool at her feet. Since Andrea wasn't wearing a bra her bare chest was exposed. Leaving her in just her underwear. Jon groaned at the sight. He turned her towards him, putting his hand under her chin. 

He pulled her into another kiss, backing her up slowly before they fell on the bed. He hovered over her as he kissed along her jaw line. Andrea letting out a sigh of contentment. His hands caressed softly down the side of her body, finding their place on her hips. 

He kissed down her neck, reaching the valley in-between her breasts leaving a tender kiss in his wake. He moved on to one of her breasts, taking one into his mouth, licking and sucking on one while his other hand massaged the other. 

Andrea moaned softly as he continued showing both breast attention. He continued kissing on his way down, leaving open mouthed kisses in his path. He reached in between her legs, grabbing the hem of her panties pulling them off. Andrea helped by kicking them off her feet, now her intimate area exposed to him. 

Jon bit his lip at sight, taking his hands on the back of her thighs spreading her open more for him. He kissed along her inner thigh, teasing her slightly. 

Andrea moaned out, tired of the teasing "Jon please".

"What you want mama" He knew what she wanted but he wanted to hear her beg for it. 

"Please stop the teasing" She practically begged. Her wish was granted as soon as Jon placed his mouth on her lower lips. His long tongue finding their way through her folds. She arched her back slightly as he licked and sucked on her sensitive bundle of nerves. "S-shit Jon" 

Her moans sounding like music to his ears. He took two of his fingers, entering her at a steady pace. Andrea inhaled sharply at the new pleasuring feeling. Feeling the familiar knot in her stomach grow. 

Jon could tell she was close as he felt her clench around his fingers. This made him stroke his fingers faster. Andrea moaned loudly, her hands gripping his hair as she released. Jon moaning at the taste, lapping up her juices not missing a drop. 

He placed a few pecks on her clit. Her body jerking at the sensation. He kissed up her body until he was face to face with her, kissing her passionately. They separated momentarily as he pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room. 

Andrea pulled him back to her. Wrapping her arms around him, to keep him near. He quickly kicked off his pants and boxer, laying in between her legs. The head of his dick poking at her entrance. 

He slowly slid in with ease due to her wetness. They both moaned into the kiss as he completely stretched her out. He stilled for a moment to let her get used to him before he started to thrust steadily. 

He increased his thrust, causing Andrea to pull away from the kiss moaning out loud, throwing her head back. "Look at my pretty girl" Jon left opened mouth kisses along side her neck. "Fuck I missed you so much" he moaned deeply in her ear.

"I missed you too" Andrea moaned breathless. 

"Yeah," He sped up his strokes more. "tell me how much you missed me" Andrea couldn't speak because of the overwhelming pleasure. His large hands landing on her ass cheek, causing her to squeal. "Tell me" 

"I missed you so much" She moaned out as her back arched, meeting his thrust. Satisfied with her response he landed another smack to her backside, then rubbed the area. 

He leaned up, placing his hand around her neck applying slight pressure. All you can hear throughout the room was their skin smacking together and the sounds of both of their moans. 

"Fuck I miss yo' pretty ass too" Jon took his bottom lip in between his teeth, trying to focus on his strokes before he released. He smacked her ass as he increased his strokes, hitting her spot each time. 

He reached his hand in between them, thumbing her clit. With this new stimulation Andrea drew her breathe sharply before moaning out loud. "J-Jon!" she placed her hand on his abdomen, hoping to slow him down but failed. 

"Tell me what you said back at the wedding. I want to hear you say it again" his voice dropped an octave, awaiting her response. 

Andrea couldn't form any coherent sentences, slowly becoming undone. Jon applied more pressure which made her body start to shake a bit. "Tell me what you said"

"I said I choose you" she barely got it out. Feeling that knot build up in her lower stomach.

"That's right, you chose me princess." He inhaled deeply, nearing his release. His strokes becoming a bit irregular. 

"Baby I'm coming" her breath hitched as her body felt like it was going completely numb. 

"Shit me too baby," he grabbed her hips for support as he leaned his body weight more onto her. "You gon' come with me" She quickly nodded her head not being able to speak. "Come with me."

They both let out long, drawn out moans with profanities as they came together. Jon still slowly thrusting, fucking them both through it. He down bringing her into a slow, sensual kiss, before peppering kisses along side her jaw line and neck. "You did so good for me baby" 

Andrea lowly moaned, still coming down from her high. Jon got up going into the bathroom cleaning himself off. He came back into the room with a warm rag helping her out. 

Once he was done he got in the bed and brought her to his side, as they both fell asleep together. 

Part Two? 👀

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[azzifudd]

streams

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

summary:

Jon Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night

Jose WHAAAAAAT

four times paige & azzi were on tiktok live

rated: teen

2.8k words

disclaimer: you kinda have to know about the lore surrounding all those lives they've been a part of to fully understand this. this is based around existing events, but obviously a fictional interpretation of those events. also a warning that this is sappy as hell

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“Let’s go! Two more points!” Paige’s shout echoes through the room. She stands from the bed and howls at the top of her lungs.

Azzi is unfazed. She knows just how much Paige loves LeBron. In fact, to her embarrassment, she has spent countless nights staring up at his face as she laid in Paige’s bed.

She hears Amari proclaiming that she’s single and sees Paige go over asking to be dapped up.

“Someone said Paige has a girlfriend and I have a boyfriend.”

“Paige does not have a girlfriend,” Inês protests, or maybe it’s Ice, Azzi can’t really tell, too distracted by Paige who has come back over to the bed and is leaning half over her with a smirk. Azzi rolls her eyes, but still returns the soft peck that Paige presses to her lips.

Then she playfully shoves Paige away, letting her get locked into the game again while she reclines on the bed. Almost immediately, she finds herself becoming extremely bored. Maybe she’d be interested in watching if LeBron was getting the record against Steph, but he’s not. Azzi didn’t even recognize the team he’s playing against.

She grabs Paige’s ever present iPad and pulls up her favorite game.

Paige stares back at her, eyes wide and incredulous. “Azzi, we can’t play- Are you serious? She wants me to play a game right now, when LeBron’s about to get the record?”

Azzi pouts at her, but Paige doesn’t give in. Instead, she jumps up, yelling, “Lock in!” as the game returns from commercial break.

But when not even half a minute later, a foul is called, Azzi takes advantage.

“Free throws! Come play,” she demands, and Paige flops back onto the bed without protest. Inês makes a whip motion with her hand, and Paige gives her the middle finger.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Azzi whines.

Eventually, the game starts again, and Paige stands up, shouting about the gameplay. LeBron finally breaks the record and everyone screams in celebration. They all watch the ceremony before Amari begins to wrap up the live.

“Only cuz of LeBron, not cuz of Azzi.” Paige says, when a viewer mocks them all for shutting up at Azzi’s complaint. But she still crosses back from the other bed, laying beside Azzi for some quick cuddle time before she has to go back to her room.

“Paige, someone’s gonna take you to breakfast,” Amari reads.

“Better not.” Azzi mutters, under her breath as the others laugh.

Amari ends her livestream, and they spend a little more time messing around, until they realize that it’s almost curfew.

Ice turns to Azzi’s bed which has been suspiciously quiet for the past few minutes.

“She’s asleep, already?!” Paige appears to be deeply asleep, mouth slightly open and face pressed into the pillow as Azzi cuddles in behind her.

“Shush, you know she has trouble sleeping sometimes.” Azzi whispers over her head.

“Well, she’s gonna have to have trouble sleeping in our room, because I’m not getting in trouble when the coaches come for room check and lover girl is missing because she’s over here being your little spoon.” Ice grabs a pillow from Inês bed and whacks Paige in the face with it.

“Bruh, what the hell?!” Paige sputters.

“Let’s go! I want to sleep too.”

“Ugh, fine.” Paige stands and quickly gathers her things before going to stand beside Azzi’s bedside. Without a word, their friends turn away as Paige leans down to kiss Azzi goodbye.

The next morning, a knock sounds at Paige’s door.

“Ice, answer it.” Paige shoves her head under a pillow.

“You’re closer to the door.” Ice complains.

“Freshman duty.” Paige fires back.

“I’m not even a real freshman!”

Knuckles rap against the door again. “Room service!”

Paige finally drags herself to the door and pulls it open. The hotel employee wheels in a cart full of food, transferring it onto the table in the corner of the room. Paige thanks him and he leaves.

A full breakfast spread covers the table. A small white card sits by itself on a plate at the center of all the food. Ice wanders over, drawn by delicious smells. She picks up the card, snorting out a laugh at its contents.

“Thank you, Azzi.”

Paige’s face scrunches up with confusion before she takes the card from Ice’s outstretched hand.

Enjoy your breakfast.

Love, Not Paige’s girlfriend

//

Azzi wakes to the sun shining directly into her face and her bed moving beneath her.

It’s only when the bed groans in pain that she realizes it’s not the bed that’s moving, it’s Paige beneath her, burying her face into the crook of Azzi’s neck.

“Why do you sleep with your blinds open?” Paige hisses, clearly as hungover as Azzi feels.

“I do not sleep with my blinds open,” Azzi rasps, unable to raise her voice above a whisper as her head pounds. “I didn’t have time to close them after you threw me onto the bed and koala bear’d onto me.”

“You know I get cuddly when I’m drunk.”

It’s an understatement. Azzi is still foggy on some of last night’s events, but she can remember how Paige had spent half the night latched onto their teammates and the other with her hands glued to Azzi’s body.

Azzi throws the blanket over both their heads, hoping the darkness can help them recover before they have to wake up. But before they can get any meaningful rest, a knock sounds at the door.

“Hey, are you guys decent?” Caroline’s voice comes through the door. “I’m coming in, in three, two, one.”

She still gives them a few more seconds. She’s one of the only girls on the team that hasn’t walked in on them, and she wants to keep it that way.

Azzi has poked her head back out of her sheets, but Paige remains hidden, just a lump in the blankets.

Caroline places a bottle of Gatorade and a bottle of coconut water on the bedside table alongside some pain killers.

“Caroline, my angel.”

Azzi sits up, throwing back the pills with a deep swig of the coconut water. She nudges Paige, who simply rolls over and buries her face in Azzi’s stomach.

“Dude, drink the Gatorade.”

Paige cracks an eye, looking up pitifully. “Feed me.”

“Ugh.” Caroline makes a disgusted noise. “Well, when you guys are good, Ice brought breakfast. Not sure how much you remember from last night because you both were pretty gone, but something happened on Ice’s live that you’ll wanna see.”

“Um, that don’t sound too good.” Paige has finally propped herself up to take light sips of the Gatorade that Azzi has passed to her.

“It’s not a huge deal,” Caroline says, clapping her hands together. “Just something you should know about.”

“We’ll be out soon,” Azzi replies, and then Caroline exits, leaving a confused Paige and Azzi behind her.

Azzi sighs and reaches for her phone, shocked to see her group chat with her brothers has over ten unread messages.

Jon Wanna explain why my friend asked me if it was true that you and Paige were making out at a bar last night

Jose WHAAAAAAT

The rest of the texts are mostly them arguing about a clip on tiktok and asking Azzi if it means that she and Paige are coming out.

She tilts the phone to let Paige read the messages.

“What the fuck? Ice! Isuneh!” Paige gets out of bed, suddenly very awake and heads toward the dining area, Azzi following close behind.

A bunch of the girls are gathered at the dining area, some eating and some clearly waiting out their hangovers.

“Good morning, Paige and Azzi! I brought breakfast.” Ice says, her voice sounding falsely positive.

“What happened last night?” Paige questions, taking the last available seat next to Ice and pulling Azzi to sit on her lap.

Ice winces and slides her phone over. “Before y’all get too mad, it’s been wiped from TikTok and not that many people saw it.”

The video is only a few seconds long, a grainy snippet from Ice’s livestream from the night before. The camera pans along the bar, showing Jana, then Caroline deep in conversation with Azzi who is wrapped up in Paige’s embrace. They watch as Paige’s hands roam from low on Azzi’s hips, up toward her back as she turns toward Paige with a hand on her face. And then the camera is jerking and the frame fills with Ice’s shocked expression.

“Bro, you need to warn us when you’re on live. That could’ve been so much worse.” If Ice had kept her camera on them for even a second more, it would have been much worse.

“I’m sorry, but I did! It’s not my fault you can’t keep your grabby hands off!”

“You know I can’t help it. Did you see her last night?”

Even now, Paige’s arms are wrapped around Azzi’s waist, and her chin is tucked over her shoulder as they look down at Ice’s phone.

Ice rolls her eyes as Azzi smiles, pleased at the comment.

Suddenly, the smile drops as Azzi looks sharply at Ice. “No more lives. You’re banned.”

“What?! That’s not fair!” Ice looks pleadingly at Paige, always the more lenient of the pair.

“Let’s just chill on the lives for a bit, aight? At least until this blows over.”

Everyone agrees, and after Ice apologizes one more time, Paige and Azzi take their breakfast back to Azzi’s room so they can get some more sleep.

Paige only lasts three days before she lets Ice and KK back on live.

//

It’s nearing 11:30 PM when Paige tells Ice and KK that she’s heading out.

“Girl, boo.” KK shoots her a thumbs down. “I thought we were gonna play some more Fortnite.”

“Nah, I’m tired dude. Supervising y’all on live took a lot out of me.” Paige smirks as KK rolls her eyes and Ice, the main instigator in most of their slip ups, muffles her laughter.

Paige leaves them to their own devices, slipping out of the apartment. She doesn’t tell them the real reason she’s leaving early, that Azzi had made it clear that if Paige showed up at her door past midnight, they would both be sleeping alone that night. The girl takes her sleep seriously.

She can imagine how much shit she would get from the girls if they knew how she refused to even consider spending a single night away from Azzi, but she doesn’t care. She just wants to be near Azzi, always.

Paige lets herself into Azzi’s apartment, which is dark and quiet, with all its occupants asleep or on the way. She heads into the bathroom, brushing her teeth with the brush she keeps there, and gets ready for bed.

When she finally makes her way to Azzi’s room, she’s surprised to see light still shining from beneath the crack of the door. She eases the door open, as quiet as she can. She isn’t surprised to find Azzi asleep, with a book in her lap and her glasses falling off her face.

Paige doesn’t try to stop the grin that spreads across her face at the sight. She moves closer, putting the book on the bedside table and carefully sliding Azzi’s glasses off her face. Then, she turns off the light, flooding the room with darkness.

“Mm,” Azzi hums as Paige slips under the covers next to her.

Paige shushes her, trying to ease her back into sleep as she pulls Azzi’s head to rest on her chest.

“Go back to sleep, baby. I’m sorry I woke you up.”

Azzi murmurs something else into Paige’s neck, clearly more awake now.

“Watch out for my boyfriend.”

Paige has already closed her eyes, but they shoot open when she registers what Azzi has said.

“Huh?”

Azzi smiles lazily, stretching her body until she’s pressed head to toe against Paige’s.

“Y’know since I apparently have a boyfriend now, he probably wouldn’t like finding me in bed with someone else.” Their legs tangle together beneath the sheets.

Azzi’s words finally register, and Paige groans in understanding.

“What the hell? How’d you find out already?”

It couldn’t have been an hour since the moment where Paige had had a too visible reaction to KK reading a fan’s comment claiming Azzi had a boyfriend and that she was with him at that time. She hadn’t been able to stop her growing smile, and before she even realized it, she was scratching awkwardly at the bridge of her nose, trying to distract from her reaction and Ice and KK’s muffled laughter.

“Ice texted me, but I’m sure it’s all over Tiktok already.”

Azzi shifts again, until she’s seated astride Paige’s hips, hands splayed across the hard, flat plane of Paige’s abdomen. Paige inhales sharply as the other girl begins a slow glide in her lap, hands immediately find their place among familiar curves.

With a sure grip, Paige guides Azzi into a heavy grind, pulling their bodies together until they are both panting. Azzi dips her head to give Paige a searing kiss, tasting mint and something distinctly Paige.

When they part, Paige snarkily says, “What would your man say about you kissing someone else like that?” But the effect is slightly lessened by how breathless she is.

Azzi reaches down to tug her shirt over her head before leaning down again. She whispers, “Stop talking,” against Paige’s lips. Paige does.

//

When Azzi texts that she’s on her way over to the hotel, Paige drops Drew off with Ice and heads to the market next door. By the time she’s done, Azzi’s dad has dropped her off at the front.

It’s been just over a week since Paige has seen her, but Azzi is always a sight for sore eyes. She looks smaller than usual with the big brace over her knee, and when Paige hugs her hello, she holds on just a little longer than what might be considered casual, pressing her face to her favorite spot where Azzi’s neck meets her shoulder and sneaking a kiss there.

“I missed you,” Azzi breathes into her shoulder.

They text almost constantly, and are on FaceTime whenever they’re free, but it’s not the same as being together. It takes Paige back to the years before UConn, before she knew what it really meant that she would sometimes miss Azzi so much it felt like a wound.

She squeezes Azzi around her waist one more time before pulling back and leading her up to the room. She swipes the key to unlock the door and holds it open so Azzi can limp through in front of her.

Ice has taken Drew to bother some of the other girls, so they can have some much appreciated time alone.

Paige has barely shut the door behind her when Azzi is crowding her up against it, throwing her arms around her shoulders as her crutches clatter to the floor. Paige catches her around the waist, dropping her shopping bag on the floor, and lets Azzi kiss the hell out of her.

“You really missed me, huh?” Paige rasps as Azzi moves her lips down the line of her jaw, her neck. Her hands reach down to palm Azzi’s ass, pulling her closer and squeezing.

She knows something is wrong when Azzi pulls back, releasing a choked gasp. Her head ducks down to stare at her knee, throbbing at the sudden movement. When she looks up at Paige again, her eyes are wet.

“I can’t even kiss you without hurting myself.” Azzi lets out a bitter laugh.

Paige remembers the back and forth of emotions that came with such a big injury. How one moment it could be like nothing had happened, but then something would remind you and the world would feel like it was crashing down on you.

She pulls Azzi into the room, helping her to take a seat at the end of one of the beds before going back to the door to pick up her bag.

Paige comes back to kneel in front of Azzi handing her the bag with an uncharacteristically shy look on her face. Azzi pulls out an only slightly crushed bouquet, two family sized bags of her favorite chips, and a stuffed plushie.

Azzi stares at the gifts for a second. She shouldn’t be surprised at Paige’s thoughtfulness, not when she’s been this way for as long as they’ve known each other.

But she loves how Paige can still surprise her after this many years. She just loves her.

So she places the gifts gently to the side, cups Paige’s face between her hands, kisses her softly, and tells her just that.

💗 I love you, Pookie. 💗 9:13

😡🙄 9:14

love you too 9:15

[punksyeet]

- Starstruck ❥

Plot: Gianna Nicole (OC) is the main character in a huge blockbuster film. When Josh, who has the biggest crush that you could possibly have on a celebrity, finds out about a way to meet the cast, he jumps at the opportunity. And let’s just say that, by the end of the night, his dream girl isn’t such a dream anymore.

Warning: Hefty flirting & lots of smut!

** Josh's POV **

"Morning lovebirds," I sing while hopping in the back seat of my brother and his wife’s SUV.

Trin giggles before matching my energy. "Good morning brotherrrr!"

"Morning uce," Jon replies, reaching back and doing our handshake. “You ready for today?"

Around a year ago, a romance/action movie named "Life in the Fast Lane" came out and it quickly became one of our favorites to watch together as a group.

Today, Netflix is hosting a preview of the sequel that's coming out in about two weeks.

It includes a watch party, food, drinks, and we even get to meet the cast from the movie on our way out.

"Hell yeah," I reply, buckling my seatbelt.

"He's ready to see his womannnn!" Trin teases, looking back and wiggling her eyebrows.

Jon snickers and I nod, not even denying it.

One of the main actresses from the movie, Gianna Nicole, will be at the event.

Since the movie came out, I've had the fattest crush on her.

"Damn right!" I reply, dancing in my seat.

We all share a laugh along with some jam sessions and small talk on the rest of the way to the theatre.

—————————————————————————————————

The movie just ended and it's time to meet the cast.

"There she is," Trin says just above a whisper, as we watch Gianna interact with a fan from afar.

I turn to them, running a hand through my freshly cut mullet. "How do I look?"

Jon bursts into laughter and Trin playfully whacks him.

"You look good Josh," she reassures me, brushing off my collar. "You've got this."

I nod and walk on over to the back of the line in front of Gianna’s table.

As it gets shorter, I feel my heart race faster and faster.

Soon enough, the person that was once in front of me shares a hug with her and walks away, allowing security to let me through.

Once we make eye contact, she stops in her tracks and tilts her head.

As if she’s putting the thought aside, she shakes her head quickly.

"Heyy!" she coos sweetly, holding out her hand.

"Hi," I reply, taking and shaking it. "I'm Josh."

"It's so nice to meet you," she exclaims, smiling. "Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for having me," I reply, smiling back.

Fuck. She's even more gorgeous in person.

"Aw thank you," she says shyly, blushing and looking down.

Josh you fucking idiot!

"Oh god I-I'm sorry," I say, mentally face palming myself. "I must've been thinking out loud."

She chuckles. "It's alright. I appreciate the compliment anyway."

I laugh awkwardly, looking back at Jon and Trin.

They're interacting with another actor and, as if the twin connection is stronger than ever, Jon looks over at me and gives me a thumbs up.

I nod quickly and look back at Gianna, who's signing a movie ticket - one of the collectibles they're giving away.

I thank her once she hands it to me.

"Anytime Jey," she replies, smiling and capping her Sharpie.

I stop in my tracks. "You know who I am?"

She chuckles lightly. "Of course! I'm a huge fan of WWE. It took me a second to realize it was really you though."

"Always nice to meet a fan," I reply with a wink.

She playfully rolls her eyes and flashes a gorgeous smile. "For both of us I'd say."

We share a laugh and take a picture.

"Thanks so much for this," I coo, as we share one final hug.

"Of course," she exclaims, pulling away. "It was awesome to meet you."

"You too," I reply.

We exchange smiles and I walk outside, where my brother and sister in law are waiting.

"Sooo," Jon begins, walking over with Trin once the door to the building closes and we're out of earshot. "How'd it go?"

I smile, shrugging. "Pretty well. She's a fan of WWE and recognized me."

"Shut up!" Trin squeals in shock.

I chuckle and look back, watching Gianna through the clear glass window. "I was surprised too. I just hope she comes to one of the shows or something."

She looks back and, once we make eye contact, smiles and waves.

I do the same and she goes back to her conversation with the final fan in line.

"Trin and I are gonna go get the car," Jon exclaims, taking his keys out of his pocket. "You wanna stay here or?"

He nods toward inside when saying that last part.

I nod as well, sliding my hands into my jean pockets. "Sure, you guys go. I'll be here."

He nods, claps me on the back, grabs Trin's hand, and they walk off towards the parking garage.

I lean against the building and scroll on my phone until, moments later, I hear the door open.

I look over and see the woman of my dreams once again.

"Oh," she begins. "Hey again!"

I flash her a smile. "Hey. Your meet n greet over?"

"Yeah just about," she replies, putting her hands in her jacket pockets. "Technically there's still five minutes left, but that was my last fan and I figured I should head home early while I have the chance, you know?"

I nod. "I get you."

Awkward silence, with just the faint sound of Atlanta traffic up the street, takes over before she speaks up again.

She smiles and nods as well, before taking a deep breath. "Well, it was nice seeing you again."

"Yeah you too," I reply as she starts to walk off.

Come on Josh. You've got this bro.

"Hey! Wait up!" I call, making her turn around.

"Yeah?" she asks, slowly strolling back.

I take another deep breath.

"W-would uh," I stutter.

She smiles softly, tilting her head.

Get it together uce!

"I was just wondering if you'd....like to go out sometime?"

She raises an eyebrow and smiles wider. "You? Wanna go out with me?"

I blink a few times before responding. "Y-yeah. Unless you don't want to. Then that's fine. I just wanted to ask b-"

"I'd love to," she responds, cutting me off before chuckling.

Thank god.

I let out a sigh of relief and smile. "Good. Great. Uh how about tonight? I know some nice spots here in Atlanta if you need some showing around."

She nods. "Sure. That sounds nice."

We hand each other our phones and exchange numbers, as well as her hotel address.

"Awesome," I exclaim, as we share another hug. "I'll see you tonight."

"See you then!" she calls as she's walking away.

I catch a nice glimpse of her ass before being rudely interrupted by my brother, who's calling me from the curb.

"Shut up! I'm coming!"

—————————————————————————————————

** Gianna's POV **

I picked out a casual but still chic outfit for tonight: a black corset, some ripped jeans with a Gucci belt, panda dunks to match Josh, some cute jewelry, and a black purse.

I touch up my hair in my hotel bathroom mirror and spray some of my favorite perfume: Into the Night by Bath and Body Works.

I'm actually really excited about this "date" that Josh is taking me on.

I've been a fan of him and his twin for a while now.

The only thing is, I don't have the best history with guys.

They've all just kinda used me for my looks and lost interest once they found out that I'm not some rich Hollywood snob.

So I definitely plan on treading lightly tonight.

Anyway, I genuinely hope that Josh is different.

I really like him.

And he gets bonus points for being fine as hell. Duh!

My text tone shakes me out of my thoughts and I smile when I see who it is.

Josh 🫦: Hey love. I'm outside.

Gianna 😮‍💨: Heyy I'll be right there! 🫶🏽

Josh liked "Heyy I'll be right there! 🫶🏽"

I do some final touches to my appearance, grab my bag, and head out.

"Hey girl," Josh coos, scanning my body up and down. "You look amazing."

I smile and blush lightly. "Thank you. You do too."

He smiles and wraps me into a hug, to which I respond with my arms around his waist and my head on his chest.

God he smells incredible.

Once we pull away, he opens the passenger door for me and takes my hand, helping me in.

"Such a gentleman," I tease, flicking my hair back.

He smirks goofily and kisses my hand, causing us both to share a laugh.

Soon enough, he hops in as well and we're off.

The car ride is so much fun, filled with small talk and our favorite songs playing.

—————————————————————————————————

Josh took me to, what he called, all of the top spots in Atlanta.

From Atlanta Botanical Garden, to World of Coca Cola, and even Piedmonts Park, everything was such a blast.

We're ending our night out with his personal favorite place: Waffle House.

He orders us his go-to: two waffles with chocolate chips, six scrambled eggs with cheese, & triple scattered and covered hash browns.

"And for your drinks?" the waiter asks, after jotting down our order on his notepad.

I look over at Josh, signaling him to hook me up with that as well.

He chuckles and looks back at the man. "We'll do four lemonades please."

"You got it," the younger man replies, taking our menus.

Once he walks away, I raise an eyebrow out of curiosity.

"Yup four," Josh says, as if he could read my mind. "All that food makes you extra thirsty, you know what I mean?"

"Ah," I reply, nodding my head slowly.

He smiles and looks back up once the waiter returns with our lemonades.

"Thanks uce," Josh says, sliding two over to me.

"No problem," the man says, patting him on the shoulder. "Your food will be out shortly."

"They love you here," I exclaim, twisting off the cap.

He chuckles and nods. "Yeah I'm here all the time. My entire family loves it here. Even my kids."

I raise my eyebrows and take a sip of my drink. "Kids?"

He nods. "Yeah I got two of 'em. Two boys. Jeyce and Jaciyah. They're my world."

I smile, tilting my head. "That's so sweet."

He smiles back.

I take a deep breath before speaking up again. "And their mom?"

He sighs. "We were together since high school and mutually divorced about a year ago. The distance with my work wasn't really working out."

I nod understandably.

"I think it's hard on them sometimes," he continues. "The whole split parents thing. But they're great."

I give him a soft smile. "Yeah I get it. My parents split up when I was young too. It's not easy."

He nods and gently bites his lower lip.

"But they have a great dad to keep them grounded," I continue, taking his hand from across the table.

He looks into my eyes and flashes me a gorgeous smile. "Thank you, Gi."

I smile back, nodding. "Sure."

He looks back down at our hands and strokes mine with his thumb.

The faint sound of other patrons' silverware hitting their plates takes over before he speaks up again.

"What about you?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence. "Any kids or anything?"

I shake my head, biting the inside of my cheek. "Nah nothing like that. Though I think it'd be nice someday."

He nods his head, still stroking my hand.

"I guess I just never met the right person," I say just above a whisper.

We lock eyes, resulting in me blushing like a maniac.

He chuckles. "Well sometimes, the right person can be found in the places you least expect them."

I nod and tilt my head. "Like at a Waffle House?"

He chuckles, nodding. "Like at a Waffle House."

I join in and, as if on cue, the waiter comes back with our food.

We dig in and let me just say: I get the hype!

—————————————————————————————————

Josh and I just pulled up back to my hotel.

Once again, he opens the passenger door for me and leads me into the building and to my room.

"You wanna stay for a little while?" I ask, fishing my room key out of my purse.

He shakes his head. "Nah, I really shouldn't. Uce and I got a flight early tomorrow morning and his wife would kill me if we're late."

I chuckle, nodding. "Understandable."

He takes a deep breath before breaking the silence. "You plan on coming to any shows soon?"

I shrug while inserting the key and opening my door. "I haven't thought about it, to be honest."

Another gorgeous smile grows on his face. "Say the words and I'll book you the next flight out. I'd kill to see you again, baby."

I lean against the doorway and fold my arms across my chest, raising an eyebrow. "Baby, huh? Are you flirting with me, Joshua Fatu?"

"Maybe I am," he replies, cupping my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck, playing with his curls. "You really are something else."

"And you love it," he replies sexily, trailing his hands down my sides.

I roll my eyes playfully and giggle as he pulls me closer and places his lips on mine.

I automatically kiss back, standing on my tippy toes as his hands roam down to my lower back, dangerously close to my ass.

With every stroke, I fall deeper and deeper in love.

He's most definitely the one.

He has to be.

It’s a real nice kiss and, not gonna lie, I was pretty bummed when it ended.

"Mmm," Josh moans against my lips, slowly pulling away from me. "On second thought, I could always drive back home in the morning."

I giggle, still playing with his hair. "Are you sure? I don't want your sister in law to hate me before we even get the chance to meet."

He chuckles and pecks my lips, stroking my sides. "I'm sure, baby. Let's go inside. I'm tryna have a good ole night witchu."

I smirk and take his hand, leading us into my hotel room, and he shuts and locks the door behind us.

"Make yourself at home," I exclaim, tossing my purse aside. "I'm gonna change out of these clothes."

He nods, sitting on the sofa. "Aight, love. I'll be here. Take your time."

I shoot him a soft smile and head into the bedroom.

After about a minute or two of looking through my luggage, I find a cute and comfy pajama set.

I change and head into the connected bathroom to do my nighttime routine - including taking off my makeup and throwing my hair into a bun.

I walk back out to the living room space and Josh looks up from his phone when he sees me, immediately scanning my body while licking his lips.

"I know you ain't lookin that good in some damn pajamas," he compliments, tossing his phone aside.

I playfully roll my eyes and take a seat on the couch next to him. "Thank you."

"Nah girl," he says, patting his lap. "This right here is the spot."

I giggle and give in, throwing my leg across him and straddling him.

"Happy?" I ask sarcastically, leaning into him and wrapping my arms around his neck.

He hums in approval, nodding and immediately grabbing handfuls of my ass. "I got the baddest chick in the world on my lap.

I smirk and kiss the corner of his mouth. "I don't know about in the world, but I'll take it."

"Girl bring yo ass-" he places his lips on mine, resuming our steamy kiss from earlier.

I giggle against his lips, immediately tangling my fingers in his curls and adding tongue.

He lets out a deep and sexy moan, as our tongues fight for dominance.

Of course, his wins.

Soon enough, without breaking the kiss, he gets up, bringing me with him.

Knowing what's coming next, I wrap my legs around his waist and deepen the kiss, holding either side of his face.

When we get into the bedroom, he sits down on my bed and breaks us apart, both of us breathing heavily and panting.

"Baby," he begins, stroking my thighs. "I know what you was saying earlier at dinner. You mentioned wanting to take things slow?"

I sigh deeply, playing with his chain. "I wanted to. But after today, I trust you Josh."

He smiles as if he's relieved. "You sure?"

I nod, biting my lip and giving him a soft smile. "You took such good care of me today. I loved every second of my time with you. And none of that is anything I'm used to."

He nods understandably, cupping and stroking my face.

"I know we just met," I continue. "But I wanna go all the way with you. You're different, Joshua. And I love that."

He smirks and kisses my cheek. "I promise to take care of you, baby. If you'll let me."

I nod, sliding my hands up his chest and onto his shoulders. "I trust you, daddy."

He raises an eyebrow. "Daddy, huh?"

I blush and lean in, pressing our lips together once more.

He automatically kisses back, picks us up again, and lays me down on the bed.

** smut warning! **

Breaking the kiss once again, he stands up, discards everything except his boxers, and tosses everything across the room.

Fuck he's gorgeous.

I prop myself up on my elbows and bite my lip, admiring his cultural tattoos.

"I think I'm a little overdressed," I say, just above a whisper. "Help me?"

He licks his lips and reaches down to peel off my top and bottoms, leaving me in only my pink lace panties.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath. "Look atchu, baby."

I stare deep into his eyes, which scan my entire body and land on the pool between my legs.

"Soaked for me already, hm?"

I let out a breathless moan as he kneels down and strokes my folds back and forth with his thumb.

"Your moans are so gorgeous," he compliments, and kisses each of my thighs.

I can't help but slide my own hand into my underwear and pleasure myself.

He chuckles deviously. "Greedy little girl, aren't you?"

"D-daddy I need you," I manage to say, rubbing tiny circles onto my clit.

"You got me baby," he replies and slowly pulls down my panties, finally leaving me fully nude.

He practically drools at the sight he's brought with.

"Pretty ass pussy," he practically moans, stroking my thighs. "Spread that shit for me, princess."

I do so with my index and middle fingers, spreading open my lips.

He feathers light kisses onto my pearl, before darting out his tongue and giving my clit a singular lick.

"Daddyyyy!" I whine, wrapping my fingers in his dreamy curls. "Stop teasing meee!"

Just then, he catches me off guard and shoves his face between my legs.

Moans uncontrollably leave my mouth and my back immediately arches as his tongue flicks and lips suck desperately.

Just minutes later, I feel a pit in my stomach, signaling that I'm slowly but surely hitting my climax.

"J-Josh," I manage to get out between moans. "B-baby I'm gonna-"

And before I can finish my sentence, I've released not only in his mouth, but all over his beard.

"Cum," I mutter, finishing my sentence.

He chuckles and licks me clean before heading back up to me.

"You taste incredible baby," he coos, and presses his lips to mine.

I automatically kiss back and moan at the sweet taste of my essence, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I tug on his bottom lip gently before pulling away.

"Lay back handsome," I demand, crawling down to his waist.

"Mmm," he moans, slapping my ass. "Go get yo dick, baby."

I rub his hard on through his boxers as he watches on, stroking my hair.

I pull them down slowly, allowing his massive dick to spring free.

My jaw practically drops at his size.

At least 8 inches, so veiny, and the most perfect bright pink tip.

Not wasting a second, I grab it by the base and trail kisses up and down his length.

"Fuuuuck," I hear him whisper, throwing his head back.

I smirk and start adding tongue, swirling my tongue around the tip and eventually sucking him off.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and takes control, bobbing my head up and down.

I immediately gag once he reaches the back of my throat, letting the utmost amount of saliva drip down to his balls.

"Fuck," I mutter, jacking him off once my mouth is empty again. "Daddy you're huge."

He smiles at the compliment and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're doing so good, ma."

I bite my lip and immediately go back to pleasuring him, this time sucking his balls.

His hips jerk at the feeling, deep and sexy moans uncontrollably pouring out of him.

"That's it baby," he whispers. "Getcho nut."

Just then, an idea comes to me.

I scoot up and wrap his dick in between my breasts, and start bouncing up and down.

"Shit," he mutters.

"Wanna feel them daddy?" I offer, before sticking my tongue out and letting saliva drip down my chest.

He smirks and sits up.

"Fuck baby," he moans, massaging them and toying with my now rock hard nipples. "They're so soft."

I blush at the compliment and start bouncing again, making direct eye contact with him.

About another minute goes by before, without warning, he releases all over my chest and breasts, his dick twitching from the after effects.

I scoop some up with my finger and suck on it repeatedly, cleaning myself up.

"You're wild girl," he coos, sitting up and pulling me in by my hips, making me stand between his legs.

"Mmm and you love that," I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He puckers his lips and I gladly accept, leaning down and placing my lips on his.

We only share a quick peck, before he takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

I moan, throwing my head back and running my fingers through his mullet.

"P-please," I whine, as he reaches down and starts stroking my clit some more.

He hums, pulling his face away after placing a kiss on my left areola. "Please what baby?"

I can't manage to get a singular word out, as I'm practically riding his fingers.

"Talk to daddy," he demands, stopping them.

"I-I nee-need you inside me s-so badly Josh," I say in between moans, still grinding my hips.

"Good girl," he coos, and pulls my hips down, making me hover over him.

I reach down, line his dick up with my pussy, and carefully sit down on it.

"Oh fuck," he whispers, grabbing and caressing my ass. "Mama you're so tight."

"And you're so big," I say breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders for support.

We lean in and share a quick kiss before he starts moving.

"Feels good baby?" he reassures.

"Uh huh," I moan in reply, massaging my tits with my head thrown back.

He smirks and kisses my cheek.

"F-faster please da-addy," I stutter. "F-fuck me faster."

"You got it sexy girl," he replies, and starts thrusting harder and faster, bouncing me up and down by my ass.

"Oh yes!" I practically scream, burying my face into his neck.

"Fuck," he mutters, as the strokes become more sloppy and louder.

"Sit up baby," he demands. "I gotta cum."

I shake my head, bouncing some more. "Cum in me, daddy. Please."

His mouth drops open. "A-are you sure?"

I nod quickly in response. "I'm on b-birth control, baby. Fill m-me up please."

"Alright," he gives in. "But you gotta cum with me, baby. Deal?"

"U-uh huh," I reply, reaching down and rubbing fast circles on my clit.

Soon enough, we both explode all over each other.

** smut over! **

I climb off of him and fall onto the bed.

He smiles softly, rubbing deep circles into my back dimples. "You feel good, baby?"

I nod, my mouth still hanging open.

He chuckles and squeezes my cheeks gently.

He brings my face up to his and allows our lips to meet once more.

"Mmm," I moan into his mouth breathlessly before pulling away. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"Me?" he asks, placing a hand on his chest dramatically. "Girl you're incredible.”

I blush lightly as he continues to compliment me in between kisses.

"How does a bath sound?" he asks, stroking my face with his knuckle.

"Like heaven," I reply, dreamily staring into his eyes and stroking his hair.

He smiles and places a kiss on my lower lip before getting up.

I watch on as his fat and firm ass walks away and disappears into the bathroom.

We spend the rest of the night stealing more kisses from each other, making more small talk, and just overall enjoying each other.

I truly don't think I've ever felt this way for anyone - not recently anyway.

"Get some rest mama," Josh coos before kissing my hair.

I smile, stroking his chest, which my head is laid on as well. "Goodnight, love."

Soon enough, we both doze off to sleep to the sound of each other's breathing.

Is it possible to be in love with someone you only met 12 hours ago?

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Give 'em Pumpkin to Talk About

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader (ft. Jon and Conner Kent) Summary: Ma Kent sent Clark home with way too much pumpkin to carve... Warnings: No warning, just fluff and family bonding :) Word Count: 1785 Credits: @strangergraphics thank you for the dividers! A/N: This is actually my first official fic, so I hope you all enjoy it.

“Clark, these pumpkins are ridiculously massive,” you remarked dryly, staring at the three large pumpkins taking up the entirety of your dining table.

Clark let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ma insisted that I take them with me for the kids…”

“Did you fly them here? Never mind, don’t answer that. I already know the answer…,” obviously he was Superman so this would’ve been easy for him, but it was difficult to wrap your mind around how strong your husband was at times.

He cleared his throat, sensing that you didn't seem too upset, “Do you think the boys will like them?”

You were still a little disturbed to see your already small kitchen overtaken by pumpkins but you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, finally setting down your purse on a chair by the kitchen island, “No doubt Jon will love them, that's for sure. Not sure about Conner..."

"I didn't know your parents grew pumpkins... Are these naturally grown?” you asked, approaching the table to touch one of the toddler sized pumpkins curiously.

Clark nodded, amused by your question, and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, “They don't, a friend gave them to them but they are, in fact, naturally grown."

He stayed quiet for a second before continuing, "You know these pumpkins are actually fairly small compared to our record holders.”

You tried to hide your shock as you looked back at him with a small smile, "I'm not sure if I should be horrified or impressed, Smallville."

He chuckled, kissing the top of your head before letting go of you, “I'll have to show you the contest one of these days."

He began to grab his coat and car keys as he glanced at the time, "I’m going to pick up the boys, Conner's going to be landing soon and Jon probably wants to greet him at the airport."

You nodded, kissing him quickly, careful not to hit his glasses, "Alright, I'll get started with dinner in the meantime. Be quick!"

About 40 minutes later, you recognized the familiar sound of a small child running down the hall and you set down your knife to wipe your hands. You then heard the usual sound of Clark fumbling with his keys and you held back an amused smile, walking towards the door. Before he even got the chance to find his house key, you unlocked the door and opened it.

Clark jumped slightly, feigning shock to maintain his persona even though he definitely heard you, and let out a slight laugh, “Oh! H-hi, Darling.”

"Hi, Love," you greeted him again, glancing at the two boys with him, "You should consider carrying less keys when you go out."

You gave the two young boys a smile as your son ran up to you, hugging your waist, "And hello, boys. How was school?"

Conner gave a wave, removing his sunglasses, and dropped his backpack by the door, “Alright. I got out early, so not too eventful.”

Clark walked past you and Jon, carrying Conner's suitcase to the guest room. You gave Conner an apologetic smile, running your hand through Jon's dark hair, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Conner. We figured buying you a flight would be less suspicious than having you show up here using your abilities-"

Conner smiled, shrugging, "It's fine. I get it, I'm just glad I can be here for the weekend."

You turned your attention back to the nine year old next to you, "How were your classes, Jon?"

The boy brightened up, “We had a quiz today and I got 100 on it! And Ms. Sally also let us pair up for science class!”

Jon kept talking for a while longer and Clark ruffled his hair when he finished, "That's great, kid. Conner, I set up your bed and put your bags in there."

"Alright, if you boys are ready, I almost finished dinner and then Clark has a surprise for you two."

Once you finished cooking, the boys walked into the kitchen and Jon gasped, seeing the pumpkins. Before the boy could speak, you quickly told him that the pumpkins were for after dinner, which caused him to pout as he took a seat next to Conner at the kitchen island. 

Clark helped you serve dinner and offered you the last chair at the island, deciding to stand next to you as everyone ate. When everyone finished, your husband also insisted on cleaning up. He didn't even allow you to pick up the dirty dishes. So, you turned your attention to the boys and you began to tackle the pumpkins.

“Which pumpkins do you boys want?” you asked, glancing at the kids. 

Jon quickly picked out his pumpkin, the smallest one of the three, but it still was quite intimidating to tackle, “I like this shade of orange!”

Clark chuckles slightly, wiping his hands as he approaches the dining table, “Conner?”

“I’ll just take this one,” he shrugged, grabbing the closest one to him.

“Then I guess this leaves us with this one,” Clark told you, pulling the bumpy pumpkin closer to his seat to begin carving it.

“Alright,” you smiled before sitting next to Jon, “I’ll get started with the top for you.”

The boy protested slightly but didn’t seem too annoyed as he moved to sit with Conner. The smell of pumpkin quickly overtook the kitchen and it put you in the fall spirit.

"How many pumpkin pies do you think we could make with all of these?" you asked jokingly as you scoop out the filling of Jon's pumpkin, glancing at Clark and Conner, who were basically done hollowing out their pumpkins.

Conner looked up from his work, Jon practically hanging off of him as he worked on his Jack-o'-lantern, as he responded with a small smirk, "Too much."

"There's no such thing as too much!" Jon exclaimed, stepping away from Conner, letting the teen breathe, "When can I start cutting?"

You smiled slightly, "Soon, I still need to hollow out your pumpkin."

The nine year old nodded, surprisingly patient as he went back to sketching out his plan. Clark noticed you struggling to keep up with his and Conner's super speed and he carefully took your hand, "I'll finish that up. You start tracing the face for our Jack-o'-lantern."

You hesitated slightly, not wanting him to work for you, "No, it's al-"

Your husband cut you off with his sweet smile, "I insist. Anyways, I trust your artistic skills over mine any day."

With that, you resigned and began tracing a fun design on your shared pumpkin, "Boys, do you think I should make a cat or a witch?"

The two kids looked up from their tasks, sharing a glance. Conner spoke up, looking back down at the sketch he was helping Jon with, "Why not both?"

You thought about it for a second before nodding, "That's probably a good idea actually. There's a lot of blank space to use."

The next few minutes were filled with small talk as everyone started focusing on transferring their sketches onto the large pumpkins. Clark helped Jon to the best of his ability, struggling a little to recreate the design Conner helped Jon with. Luckily for the Superman, his son didn't seem upset at all with his mediocre art skills.

The peaceful atmosphere, however, had given you the urge to mess with your poor husband, seeing he was likely too focused on his artwork to notice your scheming.

You glanced at the large bowl of pulp and seeds sitting on the counter next to you and you grabbed a handful, motioning to the boys to be quiet. Conner's eyes widened slightly, catching on to your intentions and he paused his sketching for a few seconds. Jon, on the other hand, was less discreet as he covered his mouth, giggling at the prospect of his father getting pranked.

“Honey?” you called out innocently, suppressing a wide grin.

That caught Clark's attention, "What's wr-"

You dropped the pulp on his head, causing him to flinch for a few seconds as he processed what just happened. A few seconds later, he began to laugh and turned to face you, "Alright, you asked for it!"

This marked the beginning of a food fight in your pristine kitchen, as Clark threw pulp back at you. You let out a small yelp, feeling the cold and slimy filling hit your skin. Conner grinned and teamed up with Jon, throwing their own handfuls of pumpkin pulp at Clark and you. 

You feigned a gasp of offense as your boys betrayed you, "How could you? After I offered you both cookies!"

Your cries of playful outrage fell on deaf ears, "Sorry, mom. This is war!"

The food fight ended surprisingly soon as you all ran out of ammo, the seeds and pulp covering nearly every inch of the once clean dining room. Each one of you is also covered in an absurd amount of pumpkin.

"White flags?" everyone nodded, still laughing.

"I'll quickly clean this up, you three start carving so we can put these outside tonight." 

You looked at Clark, a little surprised, "You sure? You already cleaned earlier–"

"I've got it, It'll be faster like that anyways," he said, leaning down to kiss you smiling. You happily kissed him back and pulled away to let him clean.

It took him barely two minutes to clean but by that time, Conner finished his detailed pumpkin and you had started guiding Jon through his pumpkin carving journey. 

"Thank you so much, Love," you said, smiling as he began carving your design.

"It's really no big deal," Clark responded with a smile, his hair messy from using his superspeed.

By the time you were all finished, you had three drastically different pumpkins: Conner's being a detailed design of his favorite horror movie villains that went around the pumpkin; you had decided to go with a more simple design of a witch with her cat, which Clark had managed to carve out neatly; and Jon had a cute (though a little sloppy) design of Superman and the Superboys on his pumpkin.

“Are they going to fit on the balcony you think?” you asked Clark, both of you staring at the carved pumpkins.

“We’ll make it work,” Clark kissed your cheek as the boys took pictures with their pumpkins, likely to send to Tim and Damien.

“What do you think the neighbors will think?”

“It’ll give ‘em pumpkin to talk about.” 

You fought to stop the smile forming on your lip, “That was so corny…”

The dark haired man smiled, “Whatever it takes to make you smile.”

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Twenty - Jon finally is allowed to taste the forbidden fruit.

NSFW content below the cut CH 21

Jon’s feet hurt, he has been given far too many toasts and wishes for a son by men he has never before met. And though he tried desperately to avoid drinking, Robb was still able to force two or three glasses of wine down his throat. He wished to be clear-headed when he took you to the marriage bed, wished for nothing to rob him of his memories or his senses.

When you grab his arm, a controlled look of apprehension and annoyance on your face, he bristles, all the wine and revelry draining from him. Who has upset you? Who has dared to wipe the smile from his bride’s face? Then Tyrion appears, looking as insistent as you, and Jon simply pauses, waiting for you and your father to silently decide who should speak first.

He should not have paused; he was a fool to pause. The call for the bedding ceremony rings out, and you are pulled from him, from Tyrion, swallowed up by a crowd of hungry noblemen. He has no sword, why would he, it is his wedding day, but he is still Ser Jon Dayne, still your sworn protector, he should not have let his guard down.

“Fucking savages. Jon, get y/n out of here.” Tyrion yells over the noise of the crowd, scrambling out of the way as Jon pushes away from the noblewomen who have flocked to him, eager to tear the clothing from his body. His tunic rips as he wrenches himself free, his sleeves being torn from his shoulders, and he lets the fabric flutter to the ground, his arms and half his abdomen exposed to the cheering onlookers.

It is chaos, and he remembers how Lady Catelyn used to fawn over his uncle’s words even a decade later. His proclamation that there would be no bedding, for he did not think it right to break a man’s jaw on his wedding day. But Jon has no such qualms, and you are not Lady Catelyn. He shoves men aside, elbows, trips, punches, throws them away from you, his knuckles bloody when he breaks through the circle of lechers and grabs you. You, who fights like a lioness, your claws bloodied as well.

You startle, ready to claw his eyes out, then recognize and cling to him, yelping when he throws you over his shoulder and continues on. The two of you leaving the noblemen to fight amongst themselves, unsure of who hit who, blaming old rivals and new enemies.

Jon has done this twice before, glad of his strength that allows him to swiftly take you away from danger. Though he laments the fact that his blood will stain your gown and skin, his busted knuckles dripping red onto the marble floors. He makes it to the nearest opening, a balcony overlooking Lannisport, and sets you down gently, in the corner, the climbing ivy shielding you and him from the doors. It is quiet now, the roar of the crowd muffled, the bright candlelight dimmed, the wind cool as it tumbles down the Rock and onto the city below. “Are you hurt?”

You look down at your gown, pure white painstakingly embroidered by Sansa and Myrcella with threads of gold and precious gems. It is torn, dirtied, stained with drops of his blood and the blood of others, and your hair has fallen from its intricate updo, gathering about your shoulders. “No, but my gown is ruined.” You say in a small voice, clutching your skirts tearfully.

Jon gathers you in his arms, resting his forehead against yours. “You still look beautiful. The most beautiful bride in the Seven Kingdoms.”

You release a shaky breath and smooth your hands down his arms, leaving small streaks of red. You must have gotten a few good scratches in as you defended yourself. “My father invited the fucking dragon queen to our wedding.”

His mind stalls, akin to a wheelhouse stuck in mud, then it lurches forward free of the muck. “Has he gone mad?”

You shrug, still dragging your hands up and down his arms, a soothing gesture he believes is more for you than him. “Perhaps.”

“He cannot think to overthrow the king here, The Rock is all but impenetrable, and will not fall to dragonflame.” Jon’s fingers splay across your back, and he shakes his head. “We swore an oath to the king.”

He feels your head raise, your lips brushing against his own as you speak. “You swore an oath to me, a stronger one, as I did to you. That is the only one that matters.”

There is an ache in his gut, an unease crawling up into his chest and making a home. “I have already broken my oath to the crown two times over…”

You nod, your hands on his back now, one moving up to tangle in his hair, resting at the nape of his neck. “They were not fit to rule, you did what was necessary for the realm.” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper.

“You would ask me to break my oath again?” He asks, his nose bumping against yours, your eyes a dark forest green in the shadows of the night.

“I…” The word is tinged with uncertainty, and he silences you with a kiss.

You lean into his touch, tightening your grip on him, nails scraping against his scalp as you pull him closer. Your body melds to his, soft and yielding, the taste of honey and cinnamon on your lips—from the cake made specifically for the wedding—your breath warm against his, mingling, the feel of you, the taste of you intoxicating beyond all measure.

“How many kings must I fight against to have you?” Jon breathes, trailing his hands down your sides, fingertips finding where parts of the fabric has been ripped away, exposing your skin to the night air.

“You already have me.” You say, shivering when his hands ghost over your hips, your breath catching in your throat when he slowly lowers himself to the ground kneeling before you.

Jon looks up at you, and swears he can feel his pupils expanding, desperate to take in as much of the sight before him as he can. Bathed in moonlight you are a goddess, and when he rucks up your skirts and presses his lips to your core, his tongue desperate and eager, the sound you make is truly divine. Jon wants to hear it again, needs to hear it again, so he pulls your small clothes to the side, and feasts, your skirts draped around him, hiding him from the world. His hands grip your thighs, easing them apart, and when your hips shift, he realizes you have leaned back and gripped the stone railing, opening yourself further to him.

“How many kings must I fight to keep you, then?” He asks, cock beginning to stir as he rolls his tongue over your bud, parting with you only momentarily to nip at your thigh, marking you as his own.

“Jon, oh gods, please.” You beg quietly, the skirts on his right side bunching up from where you have gripped them.

He lazily laps at your core, nose pressed against your bud, smirking when your breathing picks up. “I do not know that number.”

You let out a flustered, strangled sound, but rock your hips against him. “You have me, you may keep me, even if you do not fight another king.”

“Is that so?” He hums, watching as your thighs clench in response to the vibrations.

“Do not tease, Husband.” You whine, sounding so desperate that he debates giving up his line of playful questioning.

“How can I deny My Lady Wife anything she desires?” Jon eases a digit in careful as he knows you are still a maiden, and he never wishes to hurt you.

You tense for a moment, and he freezes. Then light floods in, and he finds himself looking up at you. You hold out your free hand to him, and he takes it, intertwining your fingers, chuckling softly when you throw your skirts back over him.

Jon curls his finger experimentally, biting back a groan when a small moan slips past your lips. He adds another, his thumb circling your bud slowly, waiting to hear or see any signs of discomfort.

“Jon…” You gasp, and he hears the diamonds on your sleeves clatter against the railing, your core pulsing around him. “More.”

He curls his fingers, searching for that sensitive spot within you, his lips attaching to your bud, tracing nonsensical shapes as his fingers coax you closer and closer to the edge.

Moans spill from your lips like music, and he cannot help but echo them, tongue joining his fingers in their devouring of you, mouthing at you like a man starved. Finally, he rips your small clothes free, slipping them in his pocket, to allow himself the use of both hands.

Jon shoves your thighs apart, offering a silent apology as his beard scratches against the sensitive flesh of them, too enraptured by the taste of you, divine and delightful, just as you are. His cock aches, straining against his breeches, desire driving him mad.

Your high comes abruptly, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head at the way you drip around him. Your arousal running down his hand, mixing with the blood still sluggishly flowing from his broken skin.

You pull him up and grab at his breeches, freeing his cock from the restricting fabric, as you whine, “now, Jon, I need you now.”

He leans forward, gripping the railing, forcing his lust back, attempting to regain any semblance of control. “Y/N, we should go to our chambers, anyone could come upon us.”

“I cannot wait any longer.” You grip him tightly, thumb grazing the head of his cock as you pout up at him, lightning shooting through his body, your touch burning to the point of pleasure pain. “Please, Jon?”

He backs you up against the railing, swearing under his breath, and pushes in, head falling forward as he is engulfed in your walls.

You make a stifled pained sound, and he curses himself, raising his head to press chaste kisses to the plains of your face. His hand moves between your bodies to your bud, stroking you softly as he waits for you to adjust.

“Breathe y/n, breathe.” He urges, his free hand leaving the railing to brush the hair back from your face, his thumb smoothing along the apples of your cheek.

You take a deep breath, then another, and he feels your muscles relax, but your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, and your eyes will not meet his.

Jon presses a kiss to your temple and pulls out slowly before tucking himself back into his breeches.

You blink at him, a frown marring your perfect face. “Jon?”

He cannot do it, he will not take you here, in the open air where he cannot calm you properly. “I will not risk us being caught.” He takes your hand in his and presses it to his lips. “We have a fine bedchamber awaiting us, let us make use of it.”

Jon should feel bad, he knows he should, sneaking you past all the guests, your family, his family, the servants. All while he salivates like a hound over the thought of you bare before him on the silk sheets of your shared bed.

It is not right to take you like this, spread out, his body above yours, your gown, his clothing discarded, the windows open so that all can hear. You are a lady, his lady, his Lady Wife, he should act with decorum and honor, but it is so very difficult when you beg and praise so perfectly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, how—gods, how are you so good at this?” Your breasts are heaving with each breath, your words broken up by moans.

Jon chuckles, tweaking your nipples, ravishing your throat with his teeth and tongue, his cock driving you higher and higher, his hand in your hair, keeping you from turning you head and hiding from his gaze. “I dreamt of this, of you, I practiced many times in my dreams.”

Your back arches and your core pulses around him, liquid fire filling his veins.

“My starlight.” He coos, his free hand groping your perfect breasts, groaning at the feel of your soft skin. “My wife, how beautiful you are.”

“Jon, oh gods, I do not underst—” Your words are cut off by a desperate moan, your emerald eyes glazed over with lust, your pretty lips parted as you frantically take in air.

“Trust me, I have got you. You need only enjoy, can you do that for me?” Jon asks, caressing the curve of your cheek, admiring the way the candlelight plays across your skin. He has claimed many of your firsts, and he intends to be the last to do so.

“Yes, yes, I can, I can.” You say, and he bites back a groan at the way you look up at him, so trusting and eager.

“Good girl.” He praises, brushing a kiss to the corner of your lips as he thrusts into you, harder, faster, finding that spot within you that makes you sing and focusing there.

You whimper in response, squirming in his hold, hips rolling to meet his incoming thrusts, warm walls clenched around him, making him lightheaded.

“Jon, Jon, Jon, please, please do not stop.” You beg, nails digging into his shoulders, your eyes screwed shut.

“Never.” He promises, releasing his grip on your hair to trail his fingers down your bare body until he comes upon your bud, setting a cruel rhythm that makes your body tremble, cries of his name growing louder and louder.

He wants the whole of The Rock to hear you, to know you are his, to keep their filthy hands off you.

“Swear it to me, swear you will never let anyone separate us.” You say desperately, your eyes open now, pupils blown wide, but there is a clarity within them.

This has been your fear since King Stannis took the throne, one he has not been able to banish from your mind. “I would fight the gods old and new to stay by your side, none shall tear us asunder, I swear to you.”

“So would I, Jon, I love you, I love you.” You say, pulling him closer to you, smashing your lips to his hungrily as if you cannot get enough of him.

“And I love you.” He whispers, nipping at your earlobe, liquid lust and pure unfiltered adoration raging in his veins.

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thank you for speaking on jon bernthal's blatant zionism, the fact that he has people defending him for that is so nasty. not to mention his support of domestic abusers it's really crazy the amount of support and defending he still gets on this app

Oh my god hi!!! Don’t think I am ignoring you holy heck!! I’m not sure where my brain was on Monday if I’m honest I have 3 whole asks just sitting!!!

I agree. And let me be clear here (since some sick people equate loving and supporting the Jewish Community with also supporting Zionism) That I LOVE and support every ethnicity and religion! I love Jewish People. If you are Jewish OR Palestinian - know you are SAFE, and LOVED, and SUPPORTED on this blog.

Separating ART and the MUSE is very important. We can appreciate Mikey Bear, we can appreciate how touching and sad and gut wrenching his story is -

We can ALSO recognize that Jon B-🤢🤮 sorry I can’t even say his name. That he supports HORRIFIC people. That he supports the literal blatant murder and torture of children and other innocent human beings, and animals! Let’s not forget that even when this ends - all of the bombings have destroyed ecosystems and natural land.

Palestine will take so long to recover when this finally stops. I don’t care if people unfollow. I really from the bottom of my heart will not miss you in the slightest if you support ‘Israel’ (the land of make believe!).

Judaism all though I am not Jewish is such a beautiful religion and to its fucking core it condemns the behavior the IDF it is imposing on the Palestinian people’s. I truly identify with the morals that Judaism holds. But just like Catholic or literally any other religion ever!! There are evil people who claim to be that religion but it’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

If you support Zionism God isn’t proud of you. If you hurt any of gods children, he isn’t proud. And it doesn’t matter I think this, because when it comes time for their judgment day - their god will shake their head and tell them just how horrid they were.

All this to say to my core fuck zionists, and abuse defenders like Jon ber-🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮