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call-sign-shark · 8 months

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Loose Cannon|| Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: The heatwave continues and you have an excellent --and illegal -- idea to refresh yourself... To Arthur's greatest despair. But let's be honest, your antics only make him fall harder for you || . Modern!Peaky AU Loose Cannon

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TW: language, mutual pinning, unresolved sexual tension, idiots in love, physical description of the MC, quick allusion to child abuse, no proofreading we die like John.

Notes: Each part is individual and can be read as one-shots in no particular order.

“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” A painful moan escaped from your quivering lips, your voice rendered croaky by all the effort. If your heart could break free from your ribcage it would have done it already but yet he was, drumming and agonizing in a prison of bones.

“Shut up and take it.” A low growl underlined by a light tremor of fatigue replied to you, its owner wiping the sweat from his eyes with the back of his hand as he kept on moving increasingly faster. The cacophony of his pulse hammering in his temples almost covered your complaints but, unfortunately for him, it wasn’t enough, and still heard you scream at him. Arthur should have known that you wouldn’t be docile.

“You’re torturing me!! I’ll sue you, Arthur Shelby!” Forced to pause between each word, you tried your best not to faint well aware that the soldier had no pity for you. He would continue what he was doing whether minding your consciousness. Why would he while you were the one who asked for it? All you wanted was for him to stop and yet he remained criminally deaf to all your supplications, “I can’t… I can’t anymore.” Your voice cracked.

“You wanted to do this with me so now yer going to assume your choice. Faster ey.” He ordered through gritted teeth, and the gravel in his voice made you crumble from inside.

“ It— It hurts. My legs are fucking shaking! Please stop! St—” You were about to keep whining when all came to a quite brutal halt. Indeed, this confusing chaos ended up with your face suddenly bumping against the soldier's chest. “Aouch!” You exclaimed, pushing yourself from him and ready to excoriate the fucker. “Couldn't you fucking warn me, bastard” You brought your hand to your nose and rubbed the pain away, your furious eyes shooting him a murderous look.

“And can’t ye stop fookin’ complaining? I told you that each afternoon I go for a run with Hannibal. You’ve spent all the morning begging to come with me and now that you’re here, ye do nothing but whine like a fookin' kid.” As Arthur lashed out his frustration on you, his chest rose and fell quickly for his lungs had troubled to understand he wasn’t running anymore. And despite his erratic breathing he still found enough air to scold you. Usually, you wouldn’t have minded his explosive anger but a particularly harsh night of nightmares and insomnia had turned you a bit overemotional today. While holding a bit of truth, his words still vexed you which resulted in you fleeing his eyes and crossing your arms on your tight chest.

“You don’t understand.” You mumbled, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek as your brain processed with forming a kind of explanation to offer him.

“And now she's sulking!” Arthur roared and rolled his eyes, losing the remnant of patience he had left. “Yer a fookin’ pain in the ass, that’s what you are ay. Go home if ye too tired to keep running, but I ain’t gonna change me habits for you.” An arrow through the heart would have been less painful. Your lips parted, willing to speak, but not a single coherent thing came out. You stuttered a very brief while before definitely giving up and the only thing you knew: being insolent.

“That’s not what I asked for!” You exclaimed, fists closed tights and blood boiling in your veins. Obviously, the corrosive effects of anger didn’t help. “You’re a bloody idiot, that’s all you are ay!” If there was one thing positive about this whole scene it was your perfect imitation of him.

“So what the fook d’ya want?!” His hoarse voice resounded so loud in the park that a few passersby couldn’t help but glance at you with curiosity. Lacking proper words, you ended up stomping your feet and screaming with frustration, hands pulling your own hair. The noises, the images, the smells in your head… They were all too much. Caught in a whirlwind of panic and anger, you would have given everything to be able to calmly explain that all you wanted was to be with him and not alone with your twisted thoughts, bad memories, and the faint voices in your head. Then, you would have proceeded to tell him that the only moment your mind was quiet was when he was by your side, as hard as it was to admit it. If it had been the case, everything would have been easier but no, and you hated yourself even more for all of this. Come on Rat, say it, you thought.

I just want to be with you, Arthur. Because it feels good when I'm with you. I might want to murder you sometimes but your presence is comforting to me. Please, let me stay by your side and protect me from myself.

But words remained stuck in your throat and all of it was because of a deep-rooted and still open wound you carried with you every day of your life. From the day Uncle Jack entered and destroyed it the only way you could express yourself was with violent emotional outbursts and tantrums, your body and mind still not recovering from the pain he had inflicted on you. And here was the reason why you were in the middle of the park sulking at Arthur Shelby after he had scolded you like an unruly kid.

Woof. Between the two of you sat the soldier's huge malinois, wondering why his master had stopped running and why everyone looked so angry. Curious, Hannibal stared at him with his dark beady eyes reflecting the sunlight. Then, his focus shifted to you before letting out a louder bark. In the end, what caught his attention the most was the girl's utter sadness he could sense. That was why he walked to her and gently bumped her legs with his head.

“What?!” The soldier barked back, his steel-blue eyes diving into the dog’s chocolate-brown irises, quite not believing that his own K9 had turned against him. Hannibal finally sat by your side and barked at Arthur again, and his antics brought a pause in all this senseless chaos.

“Listen...” You started, your free hand nervously spinning one of your long blue braids, “I’m sorry,” You finally mumbled, losing your slim fingers — which were wrapped with multicolor bandaids — in the beast's fur. The softness of his hair under your flesh sends you a wave of comfort. “Fucker." You added, for you couldn't address him without at least calling him names.

“Yeah.” Arthur sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as if he wanted to stop his dawning headache — which was the case. At least you apologized and that was already a win. "Alright." He finally said with his thick Brummie accent, his muscles finally relaxing and the handsome features of his face softening, “Alright.” He repeated, running a hand in his scruffy beard as he looked for an idea to maybe make amend for how he had yelled at you in public. "I wasn’t feeling it today anyway. It's too bloody hot out 'here. Wanna get an ice cream instead?" He suggested, one brow raised. For once, you didn't need words to be understood for the way your eyes enlightened at the mention of the frozen treat had been more than enough for him to understand. Just like the sun coming after the storm, your lips curled in a faint smile.. A smile that made Arthur's anger vanish and his heart melt more than he was willing to admit.

Did you, two independent and tough adults, fight over ice cream's flavors? Absolutely yes.

"Pistachio and chocolate is THE banger."

"Suck my dick you unoriginal dumbass, lemon and raspberry is the best combo."

"No one fookin' likes lemon sorbet, dumb bitch. You're just being a weirdo."

"If I were you I would shut the fuck up right now because I'm about to smash my ice cream on your ugly face!"

"Oh yeah? Go ahead and I'll beat your fucking ass -- don't care if people see me, you bloody brat!"

It was the kind of heated conversation you had during the whole way home, to Hannibal's greatest despair. At one point, you even swore you had heard the dog sigh loudly, probably bored of your stupid fights. The beast had found hope when you almost tripped on your own feet and Arthur, with his sharp reflexes, had managed to grab you by the hand right before you hit the ground. With that little unfortunate event, he assessed that you were far too clumsy for your own good and that keeping your hands in his was the best way to avoid injury. The more minutes flew by, the more your fingers intertwined together. You finally reached home, reluctantly letting the soldier's large and calloused hand go. As he searched for his key, you simply stretched your body with your hands high and your body weight momentarily resting on your tiptoes, the intense temperatures of the heat waves had exhausted both of you.

"Arthur." You called him, something catching your attention nearby.

The soldier replied with an uninterested "hm" as he opened the door to let Hannibal rush inside before he finally looked at you from above a freckled shoulder. For a split second, he completely forgot that you were talking to him, far too hypnotized by the way sweat made your silky skin glow and how your bright blue braids danced in your back at each of your movements. Arthur couldn't lie to himself -- You were an otherworldly and unusual combination of beauty and chaos.

"Did you know that your neighbor owned such a big-ass pool?!" You exclaimed, your little fists on your hips and your broken-doll face adorned with an outraged pout.

"Hm, yes I did." He absentmindedly replied, too busy carefully observing your lean frame, which exuded a sense of boundless energy that perfectly matched with your vibrant and expressive powder-blue eyes, filled with a mischievous spark. From your grunge makeup and your colorful hair to your attractive body and the blue clouds tattooed along a whole arm, everything of you enticed him.

"Fucking cunt. It's a shame to have such a big swimming pool and not use it." You shook your head and pout, shifting your body weight on one leg more than on the other, hence making your seductive hips tilt. Arthur forced himself to look away -- it wouldn't be that hard if you weren't wearing the shortest shorts he had ever seen.

"Well, he's on vacation." He shrugged, "C'm'here Rat. I ain't your bloody door holder."

"Do you ever stop being grumpy?" You kicked a pebble with your combat boot in his direction.

"Do you ever stop being an annoying little shit?" His lips stretched in a carnivorous and teasing smile at your childish antics.

"Fuck you, Arthur." You retorted, laying a kiss on his jaw before disappearing inside the house.

Please do, he thought.

Just one night.

There was the exact wording he had used when you forced your presence in his bed two weeks ago, arguing that the only fan in the whole house was in this room. While your excuse could be believable, it didn’t explain why you ended up in his arms. So when you came back the night after and slipped under the thin sheet to snuggle up with him without uttering a single thing, Arthur told himself “Just another one”. But the heart was a strange creature and when it fell, it fell hard. Your surprising demonstration of affection was all it took for Arthur's mind to quickly forget about chasing you away, the idea gradually becoming unthinkable until he genuinely wondered how he managed to sleep without your presence next to him. From then an odd game of pretend settled between you and him: During the day you were fighting about the most ridiculous details, never missing a moment to get under the other’s skin, and yet, when the night came and the world turned silent, you found yourselves melting against each other, your lips brushing his neck to make him shiver and his nose buried in your vibrant hair to lured the demons of war away.

As Arthur woke up, his eyelids still heavy and his mind still foggy, he growled in dissatisfaction at the realization that you weren’t in his arms anymore. Maybe the heat had finally won, and his body temperature really kept you from sleeping? It was with this in mind that he stretched one arm, his hand patting the mattress. Not only he want to make sure you were still next to him, but he also already missed your touch. His fingers were met with empty sheets as they collided with the soft fabric. Blood immediately rushed through his entire body, adrenaline rattling against his every nerve just like it used to when his squad had to wake up to gunshots and bombs. For one second, Arthur couldn’t tell if he was in Birmingham or back to Iraq and somehow, he didn’t mind. Jumping from the bed and trying not to drown in his PTSD-induced paranoia, the soldier looked around him with haste, “Love?!” He called, rummaging through the room until the sight of the wide-open bedroom window made him freeze. After a few microseconds of complete panic, Arthur leaned over the window sill in a desperate attempt to see you and fortunately did. You were here, safe and sound in Small Heath. Far from death, maimed bodies, and agonizing soldiers. His shoulders dropped as he relaxed, watching you swimming in the neighbor’s pool. The information soon reached his brain: the neighbor’s pool? “Fuck me.” Arthur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes at the thought of you trespassing the garden to take a midnight bath in his pool.

Unbelievable.

Wasting no more time, the soldier left the house without minding the fact he was wearing nothing more than his sweatpants. It wasn’t difficult for him to climb the fence and jump on the other side of it, right into the neighbor’s garden, considering how he had learned much more during his military training with the SAS. With both hands on his head, he roared “Are you fookin’ crazy?!” His steel blue eyes, whose color shone brighter under the glow of the pool’s lights, also noticed a familiar bottle in your hand, “Is it me or you’ve stolen me whisky? Jesus Christ, I’m going to drown you, you fucking disaster of a girl!” He looked so dramatic that you couldn’t help but giggle, his screams not impeding your little bathe. “LAUGHING AT ME FACE SHE IS!” This time Arthur, breathless with rage, was yelling so loud that the pale skin of his face had turned bright red.

"Sheeesh, calm down, you gonna pop an artery.” You swam closer to the edge of the pool, slightly lifting your body to cross your arms on the warm tiles. The way your two long blue braids danced behind you, waving like two water snakes, captivated his attention for a very short while. The soldier was about to retort something murderous when you cut him for a second time, “Why don’t you join me instead of making a fool of yourself eh? The house’s empty anyway.”

“You wish,” He exhaled slowly through the nose, his nostrils flaring as he tried to contain his boiling anger and not wake all the neighborhood up, “This ain’t fun, Rat. Get the fuck out of the pool right now.”

“Come and get me then.” You challenged him with a finger gun gesture.

“I don’t think you understand you stupid brat. Do you realize that what you’re doing is illegal?”

“Yeah.” You giggled.

“And that you could be in fookin’ trouble for it?”

“Yeaaaah!” You exclaimed, pale eyes shimmering with excitement and recklessness so childish it baffled the poor soldier. Taken aback by your behavior, Arthur blinked several time as he looked at you — Somehow he should have known that you weren’t going to obey him. After all, he could tell from your chapped lips and always bloody knees that you were everything but a nice little girl. No, you were an unhinged little shit and he liked it despite everything, “so? Do you really wanna catch me ‘cause I’m getting bored.”

“Okay, I’m done.” The soldier quickly took off his sweatpants to be in underwear and, with a nimbleness you didn’t suspect, dived into the pool. Engulfed by the water, Arthur had disappeared amidst the bluish light and the rippling tiles at the bottom of the pools. All you could see was a quick silhouette coming at you with what seemed to be the speed of a torpedo.

“Oh no, no, no!” Before you could do something, two large and calloused hands grabbed you by the hips and pulled you under the water, leaving you just the time time to take a deep inhale before getting swallowed by a chlorine tide. All your vision turned into a blur for a brief but intense second, chaos taking the form of confusing bubbles and foam until everything stopped. Reopening your eyes under the water, you found yourself transported in a parallel world in which a tranquil hush enveloped your senses. With each graceful stroke, you embraced the weightless sanctuary, finding solace in the quiet depths of the pool, where worries dissolved, and the rhythmic pulse of water echoed a soothing lullaby powerful enough to shut the insufferable screeching of both sickening memories and psychotic thoughts. Surprisingly enough, Arthur wasn’t there — or at least he wasn’t in sight. All you could see was an odd combination of bluish tiles and underwater spotlights that created a surprisingly serene and liminal landscape. It seemed like the cool water had the same calming effects upon the soldier, for when you turned around at the feeling of fingers gently brushing your ribs you were met with a playful smirk. Raising an eyebrow, you gently shove him before trying to escape several times but he inevitably caught you. A small bubble escaped from your lips as you tried not to laugh, amused by how Arthur made both of you slowly spin under the water, as a jolly sailor waltzing with her mermaid lover. With your bodies moving elegantly together, halfway between dancing and gently fighting, your fingers cupped his face. Despite the underwater hush, Arthur’s interrogation is visible through the way one of his eyebrows arched when he saw your face getting dangerously closer to his. Closer. Closer. Until your mouth finally crashed against his. Arthur’s eyes widened in shock, pupils suddenly dilating under the effect of adrenaline when the warmth of your mouth found his. The peck was brief, so brief he wondered if he hadn’t hallucinated it but it was enough for him to lose control of everything. His body softened, letting you a short moment to break free from his playful embrace. Offering a last wink, you trashed your legs to come back to the surface and took a deep inhale. As the warm air of the night filled your lungs, a strange state of calmness possessed you a with it followed a genuinely amused giggle at the remembering of Arthur’s surprised expression. The man broke from underwater a few seconds after you, quickly sliding his hair back with his hands before swimming to you, eyebrows knitted together and lips sewn tight in a thin line.

“What did ya do?” He rasped, his steady breathing rendered irregular for his heart raced in his chest. The taste of your sweet yet damaged lips was still tingling on his skin.

“What are you talking about?” You pouted even though you didn’t make a peculiar effort to hide your amusement. “Hey!” The complaint fell from your mouth when his strong arms wrapped around your waist to press your body against his. A wave of fire spread through your being.

“Do it again.” Arthur could barely believe he just said that and yet he did and now that it was too late, he decided to go for it and see what would happen. Taking advantage of your surprise, he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, his lips grazing the soft skin sprinkled with tiny droplets of water similar to translucent pearls engraved in your flesh. A delightful thrill crossed through your body as his beard scratched your skin -- A thrill that soon turned into a wave of heat that made you feel feverish.

“Do what?” Your fierce and loud voice was merely a whisper as your cheeks flushed red, as red as the blood simmering in your veins. You might have been slightly confused by the situation but your bandaged fingers seemed to know what to do when they lost themselves in his wet hair to slick it back with a tenderness you never knew you possessed.

“Kiss me.” The low rumble made your own soul quake. Punctuating his sentence with actions, the soldier's face left your neck to lean his forehead against yours. In this whirlwind of emotions and arousal, you batted your eyelashes while drowning in the dark blue of his eyes and wondered if they had always been this charming. What happened next none of you could tell for any thoughts left disappeared. Mouths grazed each other, the two of them timidly discovering the shape and details without daring to break the few inches remaining. Soft lips against chapped ones, and against all expectations the rougher pair was yours. How could such an unsufferable and brutal little minx like you feel so fragile in his scarred hands? A frail moan escaped from your mouth at the blissful sensation of the soldier's hips moving with yours at the water’s discretion and, for once, you weren't ashamed of it. With your underwear fabric sticking to your skin and bodies closely interlocked, you could both feel every intimate detail and shape, gently and sensually grinding against each other due to the flow... Or maybe the flow wasn't the cause and you were both actively asking for more, who knew? Arthur growled again, for even in the cold water of the pool the warmth between your legs made him weak and far too aware that you yearned for him.

"No, you kiss me first you coward." You tried to sound mean but your voice could produce nothing but an enamored tone.

"Ah, shut up Rat." Arthur softly bit your lower lip, trapping the juicy flesh between his teeth and pulling it a little bit. The taste of anticipation lingered in the air, mingling with the heady scent of perfume, chlorine, and the warmth of intertwined breaths.

"Go on then, shut me up..." And your wish became his command. His warm tongue gave a faint lick on your lower lips just to taste the water, almost too shyly for the man he was. Then a second one and a third, and as he did he kept his hands busy by slipping them under your panties. His large palms conquered your buttcheeks and then pressed on your flesh to bring your core closer to his until you could clearly feel how enthusiastic he was to have you so close. In reply, your fingers hung at the hem of his boxer, slightly pulling them down to disclose his V-line. In the secluded haven of the dimly lit swimming pool, the water's gentle caress enveloped both of you as you shared this moment suspended in time. Arthur's patience finally reached its limits and pressed his lips against yours for another chlorine kiss you were both eager to deepen. A kiss that felt like a car crash and still sounded like water lapping and the rhythmic beat of hearts. It could have been perfect if Arthur hadn't back up suddenly, eyes wide open at the sight of a car's headlight in the house's alley.

“Out of the pool, now!” He exclaimed, hauling himself from the water quickly to grab the bottle of whisky, then his pants before seizing your wrist to lift you from the pool.

"HOLY SHIT!" Adrenaline rushed through your body, momentarily shutting down everything except your flight instinct. That was how you both ended up dashing across the garden half-naked and completely soaked up. Fortunately enough, you both managed to climb the fence and lock yourselves into the house, banging the door so close that poor Hannibal jumped from the sofa and barked. Time stopped for a while, the two of you with your back leaning against the door and trying to catch your erratic breath, bodies dripping with water. A heavy silence floated in the corridor, only broken by the sound of your own heart drumming in your ears. And then, you heard it... It started with a little nervous giggle and then it became a loud and gravelly laughter. Despite the whole panic, you were soon infected by a fit of hilarity too, your aching heart drowning in a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time: joy in its purest and most innocent form.

♠️ Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

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oumaheroes · 9 months

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How would a FrUk relationship work if Arthur is blind (literally blind) would it be more chaotic, would there be more trust, more fights? Or would it be the same as it is portrayed now?

No difference in any shape or form. Arthur is the type of man to refuse to bend to or acknowledge a weakness, or anything wrong which could hold him back in life. Blind, deaf, legless- doesn't matter. This man is himself in whatever form he comes in, only surlier.

Despite what he'd let on, he would be very sensitive about a physical disability being perceived as something that makes him 'less than', or needing to be catered to. He'd work himself far too far to prove otherwise and would be painfully aware of it in most settings except the most intimate and familiar- more vulnerable to perceived attacks or special treatment or belittling and would bite back hard to prove it was unwarranted

For this reason, although being just as competent as he is without a physical disability such as blindness, he'd be much more highly strung. He'd learn routes by touch alone beforehand so he could walk about a room and interact with it unaided. He'd relisten to audiobooks or website information before a discussion or work meeting to make sure he could equally spa in the debates, regardless of the direction it took. He'd refuse a guide dog or walking cane, or anything which could make his life easier because he'd refuse to be seen as a 'blind man'. He'd want to be himself, just Arthur, and in this way he would be somewhat exasperating

In a relationship then, he'd be no different. Nor would Francis treat him any differently; that's not how they work.

I swear there must be a fic about this for FrUK somewhere, but the BlindChild AU by fishwrites@ and abhauen@ was a good AU which explored this topic and dynamic, albeit with USUK as the main ship (also a WONDERFUL Big Brother Scotland role sob I had Iuan as a name for Scotland for years). I'll not tag them because I don't believe they've been into Hetalia for a decade, but they still deserve the credit! Most of the AU existed in asks on their blogs in both fic and art form, although the ffnet fic does have 2 chapters up for us to enjoy

There's also a good fic the other way around, with France as a former ballet dancer who breaks his foot and can no longer dance. I cannot for the life of me remember what it's called and this will bug me for DAYS, but if anyone finds it please send it to me to share

Tl;dr, Francis and Arthur are, for me, always themselves, no matter what life or situation I put them in. They might be affected by something or change slightly to make sense of their environment or upbringing, but at their core they are unchanged no matter the circumstance

#fruk #aph england #aph france #hws england #hws france #hetalia #aph #hws #heroes headcanons

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redemn · 2 months

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brain's working overtime , and since twisters basically fed right into the modern au i already have for arthur , i'm going to drop a few fast facts in my head before i lose them .

his original plan when he was a teenager was still to get into professional rodeo scene . and for a while , he actually did . but in this verse , he doesn't actually make it to the professional shows before he suffers a bull horn to the head that pierces into his left ear way too deeply and leaves him fully deaf in that ear and that kick-starts his migraines . subsequent injury results in limited range of motion in his left arm . after all that , he decided he didn't want to go through that again , decided to pursue a little bit of schooling on meteorology while he's giving his body a rest . drops out once before he finally finishes , but he does . like , his grades aren't great , but they're passing .

you will always find him outside . there's never a moment he doesn't want to be outside . any time , rain snow sleet or shine , you'll find him outside if he's not inside to sleep or has some sort of previous obligation that is forcing him to be indoors for some reason . he is almost guaranteed to be outside . you lost him in the supermarket ? chances are he's outside in the parking lot sitting on the far curb like some lost homeless man and enjoying the weather .

you will also always find him driving . unless someone else in the vdl wrang gang wants to drive , he's the one driving at any point in time . he's usually the one they vote to drive in inclement weather , and even if they don't vote him in , he's going to be in the driver's seat , that's too damn bad , get in the back or he's drivin' off without you . and that also means he's going to pick the music , so enjoy the country tunes and rodeo radio .

he still loves cattle and animals , and he still loves his lovely boadicea , who he returns home to visit up in wyoming when it's tornado alley's off season . when he's not travelling the midwest and following swirling clouds around like a puppy , he's up in the northwestern states with his gang , attending rodeo shows and working small jobs . outdoors , of course .

#( ;; hey everyone. weather goes crazy. )#( ;; can't stop thinking about the line 'have you ever been in a car before?' )#╰ ゜verse. * hotter than a no a/c all summеr ; so steal my thunder .

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shinranweek · 1 year

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ShinRan Week 2023 Prompts

Thanks so much for suggesting and voting, everyone! After counting the votes, here are the 2023 prompts!

Day 1: School/University || Holidays

Day 2: Intimate Gestures || Nighttime Date

Day 3: Holmes and Watson || Historical AU

Day 4: Black Knight and Princess || Flowers

Day 5: "I wish I could tell you that I love you." || Secret & Trust

Day 6: Proposal || Anniversary

Day 7: Post-canon || Creator's Choice

Prompt descriptions under the cut, for extra inspiration.

Day 1

School/University

High school, university, college… In what school they would be? Would they prepare for some tests together or help each other with homework? Would there be parties, living in dorms… Or something else?

Holidays

It’s time to take it easy and enjoy a holiday! What Shinichi and Ran would do? Would they just stay home and do something together, or would there be some kind of trip somewhere?

Day 2

Intimate gestures

Time to get sweet! Those two and some nice little things, like holding hands, cuddling together, dancing slowly, changing kisses, using the language of love… you name it! Let them have some cute moments together!

Nighttime date

A late date at night. What would be sweeter than adoring the city lights in his arms, taking her out to eat a late dinner in a fine restaurant? Or maybe just simple fast food together after the bar? Perhaps some karaoke with a tone-deaf detective or a stroll in the moonlight with your beautiful karateka…

Day 3

Holmes and Watson

Shinichi and Ran, like Holmes and Watson! Literally or figuratively, in the 19th century or in modern days?

Historical AU

Is there some historical event you would like to recreate with Shinichi and Ran? What if they were some important people from history, living their life? Or maybe there is some other era those two could have lived in? Heian Japan, Prohibition, King Arthur’s time?

Day 4

Black Knight and Princess

That one play at school left a mark on our hearts! There are many versions of it, but certainly not enough! Maybe there is still a version you want to share, maybe there is still something that could have gone differently… Or maybe this is the whole own story to tell, not just a play?

Flowers

There are so many beautiful flowers, different colors, and different shapes. And every one of them has its own meaning. A nice way to remember someone, or maybe to give to someone special.

Day 5

“I wish I could tell you that I love you.”

A simple, cute phrase. Maybe a little bit angsty? I wonder which one would say this and why…

Secret & Trust

She was a big secret, he was someone to trust. He held a secret, she trusted him more than anything… Two the opposite words, but it’s up to you how to use them!

Day 6

Proposal

It’s the time! But which one is proposing and how?! Is it going to go as planned or is there going to be, I don’t know, maybe a case that is disturbing the whole thing? You know, I wouldn’t be surprised about that…

Anniversary

It’s time to celebrate! But what Shinchi and Ran would celebrate? Wedding day? Or maybe some event? Or maybe they are on a quest at some anniversary party?

Day 7

Post-canon

Black Organisation is taken down and Shinichi is back. What would happen after that? How his life would go on, and how about the love of his life, Ran?

Creator’s choice

Was there a prompt that you would have loved to use but wasn’t here? Don’t worry! This is your chance to create whatever you would like to!

#shinranweek #shinranweek2023 #announcement #detective conan #shinran #sorry for the late post #we are not good at the scheduling function

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xdraonarts · 1 year

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SaTBK PROMPT WEEK || DRAGON || DAY 8

[Prompt List] | [Day 1] | [Day 2] | [Day 3] | [Day 4] | [Day 5] | [Day 6] | [Day 7]

@satbkpromptweek @sonicstorybook

my entire body has unionized against me and sold me out to both OSHA and the IRS, but yknow what? I got a whole series of really cool art I am very proud of. So who’s the real winner here. That’s right. It’s ME.

Wanted to end everything off with a bang and I can NOT pass up the opportunity to draw a really cool dragon, so here’s the final boss fight of my (at least first) SaTBK au storyline. Against the Metal Overlord himself. One day I think I do want to do some in-between lore illustrations and finish out the visual story I was going for during this prompt week, but... thats a thing for future X to decide. Present X simply wishes to bask in these pretty pictures.

Lore below the cut so it can be seperate from the artist commentary

During Arthur’s party’s search for Atlas and a way to harness it’s powers to see if it could cure those corrupted by what’s known as the Phantom Ruby, Infinite had personally taken it upon himself to help the cursed Robotnik soldiers regain their old selves, horrified that their leader would not only kill his most loyal men, but rip them of everything that made them.. well. Them. While he fell mostly on deaf ears, he seemed to have the most reach with Prince Ferris.

Over the course of two groups’ bonds, Ferris grew increasingly angry with his father and, with the Jackal’s help, plotted revenge.

After finding Atlas, King Arthur and his adventuring crew make haste back towards Camelot, all the while allowing Francesca to test the sword’s properties on a recently captured Robotnik soldier, Termina the Goat (not pictured but one day I’ll have to draw her). Fortunately, Francesca’s studies have varying degrees of success in clearing the Robotnik Curse out of those it’s afflicted for a time.

Unfortunately, however, the adventuring party seemed to be late to save Camelot and the Robotnik Empire from harm. Finding the Camelot knights fighting a seemingly futile battle against the newly transformed, draconic body of Ferris.

Unwilling to let the Dracolich claim the lives of more of his men, Arthur rides into battle armed with Atlas. Francesca urges Exxie to follow, giving her as much of the elixir to ward off the Robotnik curse as she can muster. While Infinite was more than happy to sit back and let his new companion snuff out the lives of any knight dared cross the prince, the bandit interferes with his own attack on the kingdoms to try and keep the remains of the Jackal squad safe from the havok he’s helped to create.

And thus the climactic battle against the wrathful prince begins.

fades into the distance and leaves yall on a cliffhanger lmao

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amrass · 9 months

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Fanfiction WIP overview 12.19.23

I'm still on a break from writing, but my mind is itching to create, it’s intense. So I thought I’d do a write up of my potential upcoming RDR2 fanfiction projects, and see if that can get them out of my mind. It also might be interesting for any potential readers of mine who follow this little account.

NSFW content bellow the cut.

- Moral Tinnitus. Crack. AU where everything the same except the RDR2 characters can hear the high and low honor sound. Arthur despairs while fishing. Dutch is chill. Micah is kinda deaf, and Baylock is the Dark Horse from RDR1, so he has to be super evil or his horse runs off.

- Scotch, Cream and Rum. (Named after the ingredients of the "Midnight Cowboy Cocktail", known for tasting terribly). Arthur/Micah/Dutch threesome, power play deluxe, PWP. Arthur and Micah's first meeting at Crenshaw Hills, hours after Micah saves Dutch's life, leading to odd arrangements.

- Perfect Night. Colm/Micah. Pre-canon sugar (salt) daddy AU, where Micah's father finds out about them. This is sooo kinky, with consensual noncon elements, piercing play and sounding? But Colm is nicer here than I’ve written him before, but still a salty crime boss, with existential angst.

- Under the Giant Trees. Arthur/Micah. Little Red Riding Hood inspired AU with alpha/beta dynamic. Wolf man!Arthur. Evil grandmother!Micah Bell The First?? Micah (III) with a red scarf or hooded leather coat??? Wtf

- Song for the Siren. Queerplatonic Javier/Jenny, femdom Jenny/Micah, hate and grief sex Javier/Micah. Deeply complicated relationships. The first time Jenny and Micah has sex, she tries to drown him.

- Untitled Van der Linde motorcycle gang AU. Arthur/Micah. Bunch of loosely interconnected scenes. Motorcycle Morbell race. The amount of leather here, wow.

- Untitled space western AU. Pirate gangs in a space ship prison. Multipairing. Cyborg!Arthur (due to mutated Tuberculosis strain)/mecha pilot!Charles, plus many more. Lotsa weird horror in this. Psychedelic drug lord Uncle? AI Grimshaw? Pirate overlord Dutch? Prison ward Bell family?

I won’t do all of these, but we’ll see! Whew, I think it helped … I’m going to have a Christmas drink and go to bed earlier today. Thank you for reading.

#amras writes

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nalidyne · 2 years

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Gakuen AU where Arthur is a talented musician and Amelia is a young artist.

The best way for them to express their feelings is by playing the piano and painting with colors, only problem is that he was born colorblind while she is deaf-mute.

Amelia doesn’t know how his music sounds, Arthur will never see the true colors of her paintings.

#FebrAUary #very tumblr au lma0 #they date but can never really say i love u #so it’s fluffy but also angsty #nyotalia #hetalia #ヘタリア #APH #HWS England #nyo!america #nyo america #fem!america #fem!usxuk #nyo!usxuk #usuk #amelia f jones #arthur kirkland #gakuen au #hetalia world series

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mister-eames · 1 year

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One of the greatest tragedies of the inception fandom (imo) is that I’ve yet to come across a fic where Arthur possesses the dancing skills of JGL cos dude can DANCE! Have people not seen JGL’s lip sync performance of Janet Jackson’s rhythm nation? Or his magic mike snl performance? Or when he performed baby it’s cold outside with lady Gaga? Give me undercover Arthur who has to break a move. Give me drunk Arthur who is an unexpectedly keen &surprisingly talented karaoke singer!!

You bring up a very valid point, nonnie. I can think of a few AUs that feature dancer!Arthur and singer!Arthur but definitely agree these talents are under-utilised in canon verse and I'd love to see it more! That being said, I do also find fics of egregiously tone-deaf, "please don't sing" Arthur to be delightful, knowing what we know about JGL 😂

My headcanon is that Arthur grew up on a diet of Dirty Dancing, Singin' In The Rain, Footloose and the Thriller album, and I cannot be convinced otherwise. His most coveted secrets are that he knows the choreography to Single Ladies, Bye Bye Bye, and is an absolute freak at DDR. He sings Swedish pop in the shower. Eames knows and loves this about him.... aaaand now I need the fic.

For those who haven't seen any of these amazing clips do yourself a favour (couldn't find the SNL one):

Rhythm Nation Baby It's Cold Outside

#inception arthur #his performance wth lady gaga lives rent free in my head #JGL is a menace to society and my mental health #and i love him for it

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the-sky-queen · 8 months

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Sky's AU ask game masterlist!

Here's a list of all 55 AUs that appeared in my ask game, including their real name and links to the posts they were in! Feel free to send their numbers again for more snippets or just ask me questions about them!

(Some of these names are placeholders. XD You'll be able to tell which ones.)

The Black Prince - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

New Beginnings - 1

Guardian Swap - 1 2

Survivor Swap - 1

Shadow the Hedgehog: Restoration - 1

Good King Shadow - 1

My Fanfic World (Nexus) (need a name for this one) - 1

Soon May the Wellerman Come - 1

The Fall of King Arthur - 1 2

The Blind Hero - 1

Memory Lost - 1 2

Hivemind - 1 2

Legacy - 1

Metal - 1 2

The Void - 1

Broken and Whole - 1 2

Little Gremlins - 1 2 3 4 5 6

Mystery - 1 2

Future Families - 1

Angel of Death - 1

Sonic Phantoms (+ Forces Aftermath) - 1 2 3 4

Movie SSS and Game SSS - 1 2 3

Sonic was created with Shadow - 1

Mega Swap! - 1

Sonic is Just Literally the Ultimate Lifeform - 1 2

(Splitting it up because it's too long otherwise)

26. Shadow Biological Parents - 1

27. Deaf Sonic - 1 2

28. Star Dust - 1

29. Mind Merge - 1 2

30. Actually Dead AU (I NEED TO RENAME THIS ONE, THIS NAME IS TAKEN) - 1 2

31. Sonic 3M AU - 1

32. A Ghost of Who I Used to Be - 1 2

33. The Best Years of Our Lives - 1

34. Father, I wanted to Make You Proud - 1

35. Masks - 1

36. Adventures in Moebius - 1

37. Alter-Egos - 1

38. Shadow has Celiac now :) - 1

39. Sonic is a manipulating hypnotizing little jerk :) - 1

40. SONIC IS BLIND - 1

41. Gone Wrong - 1 2 3 4

42. The Unleashed Thing I Had a Dream About - 1

43. Spirits AU - 1

44. IDW Issue 19 Rewrite - 1

45. SA2 Shadow's Sacrifice Rewritten - 1

46. To Make It Right - 1

47. Awakened - 1

48. Impostor Syndrome Mini Sequel - 1

49. Shadow the Hedgehog: Origin - 1

50. Fruits Basket Sonic yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee - 1

51. Scourge: Fanfilm - 1

52. Sonic and the Avengers??!! - 1 2 3 4

53. Shadow Whipple Story :D - 1

54. Immortals - 1

55. Sonic's Choose Your Own Adventure Story - 1

#that took so long oh my goodness #but there you go!#now you can easily read through all my snippets without having to search for everything like I did #Sky Queen #Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic AU #ask game

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the-au-queen · 9 months

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rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in you wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it. and then tag as many people as you have wips

@hergan416 tagged my YGO account but since my WIPs are all over the place, Imma use this account instead hah Be prepared. I have a lot of WIPs

Additionally; due to the reasons listed above, I will add fandom/ships behind the file names. Italics: drabbles, no plan on publishing, mostly written for friends. Bold: multi-chapters in need of a new chapter.

This is going to be extremely long, so the Read More is more of a warning than anything.

Okay so. To not subject the poor souls I'm tagging to the horror of scrolling through the read more, I will tag them now.

@thenarcolepticone, @ami-v-dragnire, @forloveoflibertea, @moophinz, @egyptiansapphiredragons and @yuugisbarber

DMC exchange but make it a group project (Devil May Cry, Vergil/Dante)

A not entirely useful lesson in history (Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal, Gen)

Tell me how he touched you (One Piece, Robin/Dragon)

Nightly Visit (Yuukoku no Moriarty, Fred/Bonde)

Blind Mermaid AU That's Lacking A Title/Sonar (Hetalia, USUK)

How Angels Are Made (Hetalia, USUK)

The World Is Rotten (But I Need Your Help) (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Entrust)

some mpreg angst (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

A Night With The Spirit (Avatar The Last Airbender, Zukaang)

Don't You Puyo With Me (Hetalia, USUK)

Prompt 1 (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Gen)

Prompt 2 Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

(Not) Less Of A Person (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Touch Me (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

You, Lovely You (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Entrust)

Let Me Blur Your Lines (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Entrust)

Seahorse (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Don't Call Me Daddy (Hetalia, USUK)

Press Me Up Against Your Lips

Into The Kaibaverse (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Fatal Meeting (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Our Transfer Student Can't Be This Cute (Miraculous Ladybug, Adrienette)

Like and Subscribe To My Heart (Hetalia, USUK)

Remnant (Mob Psycho 100, Gen)

Voice Pining or alternatively It's Been A While (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

I want to see you smile (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Crimson Flavoured (Avatar The Last Airbender, Zukaang)

VRAINS Shipweek (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, various)

Do You See Me (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

The Spirit Of The Ring (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Mage)

Play My Little Game (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Fake Datastorm December (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Roxanne (Hetalia, CanNyo!Eng)

Mirage (Hetalia, USUK)

Time travelling cardverse (Hetalia, USUK)

Seto following the Kaibaverse (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

The Legend Never Dies (Hetalia, USUK)

Devoted Christian Halfblood (Percy Jackson, Gen)

Full Moon (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

3chan (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

People really liked the proposal AU (Hetalia, USUK)

Year of the OTP 2023 (various)

Rosa ft Arthur (Hetalia, Gen)

Belle Smut (Beauty and the Beast, Belle/Beast)

Basically Mona Rules Them All (Hetalia, various)

Unnamed Document (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

KaruShuu Drabbles (Assassination Classroom, Karma/Gakushuu)

White Day fic Diurnal (Hetalia, USUK)

Shatter Me (Assassination Classroom, Karma/Gakushuu)

Drabble to adopt (Hetalia, USUK)

YGOME fem!Judai (Yu-Gi-Oh GX, Rival)

The Memory Of A Beloved (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, MokuSera)

Perfect Stranger (Hetalia, USUK)

Out Of The Dark (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Money for Love/National Anthem (Hetalia, EngMona/USUK)

Oscar (Hetalia, USUK)

Among Mortals (Hetalia, USUK)

False Prince (AKA lame title) (Hetalia, USUK)

Ice Villain Fire Hero (Hetalia, USUK)

Deaf Werewolf Blind Vampire (Hetalia, USUK)

First Day Out (Hetalia, USUK)

Arthur Kirkland's Special Circumstances (Hetalia, USUK)

BuzzFeed Unsolved (Hetalia, USUK)

About Androids and Ancients (Hetalia, USUK)

Sam? Ham? Sham? (Hetalia, USUK)

Small....Big Blunder (Hetalia, USUK)

Arthur (Hetalia, USUK)

Blind, Deaf, Mute. (Hetalia, USUK)

Cookies and Slumberparties (Hetalia, USUK)

Youtube AU (Hetalia, USUK)

Ancient meets Sci-Fi (Hetalia, USUK)

Small dirty lizard thing (Hetalia, USUK)

Mutualism

More (inacurate) intersex England (Hetalia, USUK)

Self indulgent headcanon thing (Hetalia, USUK)

Sand Planet (Hetalia, USUK)

For Maiden (Yu-Gi-Oh VRAINS, Datastorm)

Comparsion and other hijinks (Yu-Gi-Oh, various)

German prideshipping (Yu-Gi-Oh DM, Pride)

Kissing Babies (all) (Yu-Gi-Oh, various)

Short short drabbles (Yu-Gi-Oh, various)

Drabble Games (Hetalia, Gen, various)

NSFW Drabble Games (Hetalia, various)

Tentacles 'n Stuff (Hetalia, USUK)

Rosa fucks monsters (Hetalia, Nyo!England/monster)

NSFW Request (Hetalia, USUK)

Two (2) of the WIPs listed don't have anything to identify them, as I don't remember what I made them for, and since they're empty docs, I'll just have to count on me remembering at some point in life. *shrugs* Not the first time this happened. I always remember at some point.

#yu-gi-oh vrains #avatar the last airbender #one piece #devil may cry #yuukoku no moriarty #yu-gi-oh #assassination classroom #yu-gi-oh zexal #beauty and the beast #mob psycho 100 #miraculous ladybug #i did not count these and never will #left out: all the shit I still have on wattpad #also left out: ideas I have written down physically #*holds my head in despair* help #hime talks

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the-heaminator · 1 year

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Spy au chapter 6!!!!

In which Feliciano absolutely guilt trips the fuck out of Arthur, but for his own good, and Ivan realises just how deaf he is. 4.8k.

Yao had summoned them, not unexpectedly to be that they were likely to be given their final instructions before they were sent off to do whatever they were meant to do.

"Come in, come in."

Arthur and Ivan came in, he gestured at the chairs, and they took a seat, Ivan never put his full weight on chairs, especially ones that looked this...flimsy, there were four, which was odd, and there were only two of them, so what was this about, it was not good for his knees, but it saved him a whole lot of embarrassment if he did cause the chair to give out under him, They both beseechingly looked at Yao, who now that they had both their attentions, started to speak.

"As you will be well aware, the news of your relegation has spread like wildfire through the agency, gossip gets half its way across town before the truth even woke up, though in your case gossip and truth seem to not be all that different, and considering that you two have been our most valued operatives for decades, longer than a lot of people have been here, you are seen to be almost like part of the furniture, ie you have always been here, it is odd to not have you two present."

"Yao, where are you going with this," Arthur asked a little warily, Yao had a bit of a habit of beating about the bush on occasion, what was he trying to say?

"What I am trying to say is that I will introduce you to your replacements."

"Replacements."

"Yes, replacements. Don't worry, you know them well, you two hold the most senior fieldwork positions, as you are well aware, and we need somebody to fill in those ranks, so."

He beckoned two people from outside, Abel and Adelheid, Heidi for short, they would make good replacements for them, but they couldn't help but feel old, Yao included, when they realised that this was the very same Abel and Adelhied, both of whom they had taught all they knew, they were successful, they knew what they were doing, both were very high ranking as well, they seemed like obvious replacements, but christ alive.

Abel was always a bit of a power-hungry bastard, in a good way, he never wanted to challenge Arthur or Ivan's throne so to speak, content with

being the second in command, but the title was now just being given to him, but even then, he had heard all the rumours, and now he was being put here to replace Ivan, he still couldn't entirely believe this was happening, they had been older than most operatives when Abel came through here to start, they seemed untouchable almost.

The higher one flies the harder one falls, he supposed. But still. This felt incorrect.

Heidi was a little unable to imagine the place without those two, she would have to take up their mantel, one that she bet they didn't want to leave at all by the looks of them, but they were getting old, it was not healthy to work in such a high-stress job, especially such a physically demanding one, at that point in life, hell she was almost a good 20 years younger than them and even then she could feel her back starting to complain if she slept oddly, this was good for them, whether they liked it or not.

They did also make for a cute couple, honestly, it wasn't hard to see why Yao chose them to be married of all things, they knew each other better than she bet they honestly knew themselves, and she also did not trust them to be normal without each other, it made sense in an odd way to do that.

Arthur and Ivan stood up to greet them, Arthur was considerably shorter than all others present, save for Yao, but he was not standing, he gave a curt nod and a stiff handshake to Adelheid, Ivan and Abel were both massive, Ivan was taller still though, there was considerably more tension there than with Arthur and Heidi, they were fond of each other, as fond as people such as them could be of course, Ivan and Abel were fond of each other in a more competitive fashion.

Ivan was still strong, he crushed Abel's hand in his, Abel squeezed back, and the other 3 watched in mild amusement, but even this died down, they settled in their seats.

"As I was saying, Arthur, Ivan, these will be your replacements, I trust that you believe they will do a good job of it."

Arthur and Ivan were both good liars, and in all honesty, they did not have to lie, they would do a wonderful job, what they had to hide was the sheer emptiness of it all, they could believe this was not as serious as it was, and now they were being replaced.

Well, at least they would do well.

Yao talked a lot about a lot, official business, titles being handed over, roles, the lot, Arthur and Ivan did as they were told almost mechanically, they were a good bit detached, and for good reason, wouldn't you be? At least they did not cause any trouble, that would be considerably harder to deal with, Ivan could easily physically fold Heidi and Yao, Abel would be harder to deal with but he was unaccustomed to the type of hand-to-hand physical that Arthur went for, feral, street fighting almost, it was difficult to predict what he would do next, and Abel got where he was because he had an uncanny ability to predict what others would do next.

But they did not, the handover was as smooth as could honestly be possibly imagined, they left, Arthur, Ivan, and Yao were left, "Right, with that out of the way, we come to your....health concerns, or at least the easily fixable ones, such as your vision and hearing." Yao got up and led them through a back passage, empty save for someone trying to fix the lights, it led them to the medical room, Feliciano was the chief practitioner here, he was a bit of a coward when it came to fighting but held a slightly frightening ability to stay calm when seeing mangled limbs.

It was good to have someone like that on hand in such an agency, and he was a little scared of Arthur and Ivan, more of Arthur than Ivan. Arthur constantly looked like he would break his knees, and he knew for sure that he knew to do that.

He liked Ivan well enough, he had an almost demonic pain tolerance, so he once came in with his shoulder so badly dislocated it was near his back, he was leaning heavily on Arthur, who was about to get squashed, but he seemed fine, woozy as fuck due to being drunk off his ass, he did not even want to question the amount of alcohol that that took, he was a big dude, it was a rudimentary anaesthetic, but it did its job when needed, Arthur seemed stressed then, he yelled at him and gave him the worst verbal hiding since his nonno, which was saying something.

At that time he thought not too much of it, concerned for a fellow operative, but it happened over and over, one or the other being injured, or both, one just slightly less than the other, worried about the other in a way that even someone as absent-minded as him could pick up on.

Lovino had told him the oddest thing on break, they were married now apparently, he seemed scared, despite being older, Lovino had only been here for 2 to 3 years, Feliciano had been here for around 13.

He was going on his thirteenth at least, it made sense to Feliciano, they were finally being relegated, they had been spending more time around here than they used to, it made sense, both of them were nearly 50 now no? He had noticed a curve with them, with most operatives actually, well not really a curve but you get the idea.

They got injured often at the beginning of their careers, it made sense, they were learning the ropes, they got better around the middle, and nearing the end of their careers they were in here more.

He hadn't seen the beginning of Arthur or Ivan's career, that was simply just a while ago, but he had seen them turn up here more and more, and for now less serious things like broken bones, they still did, but less often, they got caught slacking enough for that.

Instead, the most recent instance was Arthur being rushed in by Ivan, this was in no way possible to be of his own accord, they were both stubborn as mules but when one can carry the other like a small child, concessions had to be made.

Due to tachycardia of all things, he constantly was getting dizzy, and things like that, turns out he was severely anaemic, like, severely, a TIBC value above 450 mcg/dL was bad, for his age it was meant to be about 427.33, he was on 553.47, which was, not fucking good, and his vitamin D concentration wasn't too much better, 11 ng/mL, the recommended was around 20 to 50 nanograms, it was understandable to why everything hurt so bad.

Ivan got pissed, smacked Arthur upside the head and asked him what the last thing he ate was, cause those were not favourable concentrations at all, especially for such an active job.

It was a little funny, but mostly concerning, to watch someone whom Feliciano always knew as sharp as a whip get interrogated like a small child about his eating habit, and more concerning to hear the last thing he ate was a tin of beans, and that to be the day before, and absurd amounts of coffee that Feli could smell on his breath strong enough to make him almost keel over.

No.

NO.

You don't just do that. Honestly. Just, no.

In hindsight, he should have seen their relegation coming, but he didn't, they had just always been there and were still performing operations almost flawlessly, sure they were in here a lot more often, but they were getting old, it made sense.

Now here they were, both looking a bit like petulant children at the prospect of having their shitty eyesight and hearing fixed, Yao had informed him beforehand what was happening. He knew Arthur had bad eyesight, nobody squinted at labels, and the clock, unless they needed varifocals, and Ivan's shitty hearing was a running joke, unless you spoke a good couple of decibels louder than normal, and you were a few meters away, he would not hear you, a joke formed that he was too tall, the distance to close was too long.

Then it started to get concerning when some of the more soft-spoken operatives could not be heard clearly if they spoke directly to him. Time to see how bad his hearing really was.

Ivan was cooperative, and easily led into the testing room, if quite annoyed, his hearing could not be that bad.

It fucking was, his ears were not good, 57 decibels on his left, and on his right the best he could hear was 49, no wonder he had trouble hearing people, and it being as unbalanced as it probably did not help, it wasn't too severe, both at the lower to mid-end of moderate, still not very good.

"Ivan? How long has your hearing been bad?"

"Hm? Oh, uh.....the gulf war?"

Feli did the maths "Ivan, I trust you were seventeen then."

Ivan himself seemed surprised by that, "Yes, yes I was. Why?"

"Ivan it is over 30 years since your hearing started to go bad, your hearing loss is bad enough to the point that in your left ear, the best you can hear is 57 decibels."

"That....does not sound very good."

"It is not, I don't think the pun was intentional, but when was the last time you heard birdsong?"

".......Birds sing?"

"Ivan!"

"What! I haven't heard them, I've heard crows and seagulls and magpies, but that sounded closer to screaming than singing."

"That is not all, wait, so that is in terms of amplitude, how loud a sound is, you also have high-frequency hearing loss, as in high pitches like birdsong or the voices of children and certain sounds like sh and th are harder to hear. This is not that uncommon in this profession, You do hear a lot of guns and explosives, but yours is quite bad, moderate and moderate-severe, you cannot hear above around 3000 hertz at 50 decibels." Feliciano showed him the audiogram, and well, it was not very good.

No wonder he had trouble hearing people, no wonder he couldn't remember what most birds sounded like, no wonder he had almost no trouble when shooting round with only rather flimsy earplugs after round while Arthur had proper construction earplugs, and still felt a little off after too much noise. He was half deaf, that's fucking why.

Ivan sat there for a second, Yao and Arthur did not know what was going on in the room, they couldn't hear very much, so they just waited for him.

"So...hearing aids?"

"Hearing aids, yes."

Feliciano could see the puzzle pieces clicking together in his mind, "How long would those take to make then?"

"About a week and a half to 2 weeks, these will be good strong ones, Christ knows we've had to make plenty, yours are just going to be a little stronger than the standard needed."

"That is a little harsh no Feliciano? I am not that deaf am I?"

"You are very much quite deep into hearing loss, if you keep this up, in the next decade and a half maybe, you'll be severely deaf, but you will not be, because you are being relegated, is that correct? Lovino told me."

Ivan nodded "Yes, yes, we will be being relegated, to informants no less, a little demeaning."

"No, no, it is not demeaning, because clearly you are valuable enough to keep around for this long, even as informants, considering that most field operatives retire by 30, maybe 35, and informants are very rarely retired in less than 5 years."

Arthur had zoned out a little, this was dull, how much longer would Ivan be? He knew Ivan had been going deaf for quite a while, frankly almost since he knew him he was always a little hard of hearing, but at least he would get whatever this was correctly diagnosed, and maybe fixed, and if it was as bad as Yao said his vision was, then well, he would have hearing aids, Ivan had been blessed with a very thick head of hair, it was just so soft honestly, it would hide the hearing aids if he grew it out a bit, if he wanted to.

Feliciano's assistant, Lucille, medic in training, was looking at them with interest, they were infamous, both of them, yet here they were about to get relegated, interesting, She wondered who would fill their ranks, they were the foremost field operatives, she had done her research, so she wondered who would it be, there would likely be a ceremony for it later.

Ivan came out of the room, holding an envelope, looking a tad dazed, Feliciano led Arthur into a different room, Ivan plopped down next to Yao heavily, the bed they were using creaked a little, but held up, "So Ivan, what did he say?"

"You said I was half deaf, well, I am close to that, yes. Apparently, I cannot hear anything quieter than 57 decibels in my left ear. Which is more decibels than I thought, and with frequency it is also quite bad."

"I did tell you that you were going deaf, you should have gotten it checked beforehand."

But I did not. Now I face the consequences, do not try to take this any further."

The atmosphere in the room took a hard left, it felt very cold all of a sudden, Yao never had any idea about how he could do that, the assistant turned around and exited the area as fast as possible, it felt violent, Yao sat still, and waited for the tension to climb down, it usually did, Arthur usually calmed him down, but Arthur was currently occupied, and it didn't, and Yao was feeling threatened.

They sat there quietly while Arthur had his eye test done, clearly both near and far-sighted he was, but how bad was the question, well, the farsightedness was quickly established to be +3.85, and the nearsightedness took a while, a lot of fiddling with lenses, but established to be -2.75, something that honestly Feliciano was surprised was so low, he did also have astigmatism, which probably explained another reason why his vision seemed worse than it was.

"If it is any consolation, your vision is considerably better than Ivan's hearing is, you still should not be driving without glasses through, you got your license revoked recently didn't you?"

This he had also heard on the grapevine, gossip spread fast honestly, "Yes. Why?"

"With glasses, you need varifocals, or 2 pairs of glasses, one for near and one for far, you can retake the test and should have no problem with it, they should be ready in about 4 days, we don't have too many frame options, choose one or two."

"Two separate glasses seems like a better idea."

"Yes, it does, choose two then."

Arthur did just that, both were practical, frankly very boring black frames, one was slightly thicker than the other, that was it, he gave an odd little smile, and asked a question "Ah, Feliciano, is it normal to start seeing everything a little redder when you have drank coffee, and seeing little flashes of light? They are quite annoying honestly."

He had heard this come from a couple of different people, usually working in admin before, those were the signs of too much coffee, bordering on an unhealthy amount, didn't he already have fucking tachycardia, he warned him to stop drinking too much coffee, and here he was, asking about caffeine overdoses.

"Arthur, did I not warn you against drinking too much coffee?"

"I mean, how bad could it be, and besides, I've been taking my supplements, it's nothing."

"Arthur, on average, how many cups of coffee do you drink?"

"...........6 to 8."

"ARTHUR!"

"What? It's just coffee."

"But 6 to 8 cups is a bit much, do you not think?

"Not really, you told me to cut down, so I did."

There were very few times that Feliciano wanted to hit a field operative as much as he did right now, let alone Arthur of all people, 6 to 8 was the low end???? What was he doing even, Why would you do that?

His voice took a hard edge, not one that Arthur was used to hearing, especially not from Feliciano, who, all things considered, was quite timid “Arthur, you are 47 now, I believe, you cannot keep doing this, your heart will give out on one of these days, and you would not want to do that to Ivan would you?

You clearly could not give half a shit about your own health for some reason I do not understand, but don’t do this to Ivan, he is already incredibly concerned for your health, don’t make him have more reason to be, you need to be weaned off so much coffee, how much sleep do you get a night eh?”

He waited for an answer so that was not a rhetorical question then, that was not good, he wanted an actual answer, and the usual glower did not seem to have its intended effect, Feliciano’s pure medical concern overrode any fear he had.

Arthur made a sound, kind of like clucking. “On average, discounting the past couple days, which have been…odd, I’d say about 4-6 hours, maybe 3-5 if I was busy, but you don’t need to worry yourself, I can handle it.”

Yao, Lucille and Ivan heard a shout of frustration from the room, and oddly enough it wasn’t Arthur’s, but Feliciano’s.

“Arthur, what are you trying to do here? You can barely look after yourself, how do you think you can look after 4 fucking children! They’re going to be depending on you and Ivan, but from what I’ve got, is that you don’t remember to eat, you don’t sleep, live off coffee and crackers and seems to have nothing against it. How are you going to remember to feed the kids eh?”

Feliciano was asking a lot of actual questions that Arthur really wished were rhetorical, how would he remember to feed the children?

“Through a chart probably?”

“Good. And when you feed the children, feed yourself, this is a medical order, you have no choice in this, and honestly knowing Ivan, he probably’d force-feed you if you put up too much resistance.

You are in good hands Arthur, but let us all hope that the children are in good hands too, I like them, I won’t let you live if you mess them up too much, and I will follow through on that threat.”

Feliciano had raised his voice, enough for Lucille to hear it, Ivan could not, and so he watched her face to gauge her reactions, Yao could hear snippets, he was also quite old to be fair, so it did make sense.

Lucille repeated what he heard slightly louder, she had never heard Feliciano threaten somebody before, and for once he did sound like he would go through with it, Ivan had an odd little smile on his face “Ah so Arthur is getting an earful from somebody other than me, good, maybe it will hammer the fact that he needs to eat into him better than I can.

He does listen to me when it comes to food, I do not know why, but he does not listen to anyone else when it comes to these things, but Feliciano does not normally shout, so I think he may.”

Feliciano went on “If you do not look after yourself you will end up in a grave by 55, probably by means of a stroke, or heart failure, or an embolism, you wouldn’t want that, and by then you would have known the children well enough to break their hearts with your very much premature and very much fucking preventable death, and I’m not going to even get into what Ivan would be like after that, you two rely on each other a lot, and for good reason, do not give him a reason to grieve.”

Too much had happened today, he learnt that he was indeed expendable, and now Feliciano was forcing him to come to terms with his own mortality, what was this, he did not need this today? Absolute cunt of a man, usually he would say something, he scared easy, but for some reason he didn’t.

He felt a little sick inside, this was guilt, no way in fuck would he get guilty now, no, no fucking, no . Guilt was not something he did, not in any way shape or form, you do not get this far in such a profession with guilt weighing on your bloody conscience, fine, he would at least look after the kids, looking after himself would come at a later point, just enough to keep Ivan, and by extension Feliciano, contented.

And he did indeed eat a good bit in the past couple of days, Ivan fed him first that odd, very warm little night, then the fast food earlier today, he was actually full for once, that was new.

“Fine, I will. Calm the hell down now, I will, I will.”

Feliciano seemed satiated for the current moment, handed Arthur his eye examination results, still warm out of the printer, and sent Arthur on his way, grumbling something about annoyingly obstinate bastards.

Arthur came out looking a fair bit disgruntled, he did not take well to being told off, he was not a child, though honestly with his face he looked a bit like a petulant child right about now.

Yao raised his eyebrows at him "Feliciano chewed you out didn't he?"

"He did, what is it to you?"

"No need to get touchy, but I assumed he tried to hammer some sense into that thick skull of yours?"

"Again, that he did. But I ate today, Ivan made sure of that. And the day before in matter of fact"

Yao's eyebrows raised even higher, he knew this was likely to happen at some point but it had already happened, damn, they really were fast at picking up their roles eh?

Arthur made an odd little hand movement that made him look like he was swatting a fly, "Anyways, moving on."

Yao remembered something "Ah yes, moving on indeed, speaking of it actually because you will be moving in this very week, I suggest you pack anything you want to, clothes and the like, your furniture is being provided as we speak, but anything else you want to take with you you are free to do so, clothing and the like, you also do have to help the children pack.

As for your jobs, remember those, Ivan you were to be in IT and you were an editor I think Arthur."

Arthur made a face, not a very approving one that was for sure, a desk job did not suit him in the slightest, there was a reason he had refused getting out into admin every time they had tried doing so in the past decade and a half, but as of now he did not have a choice, so he would have to deal with it. He was good at adapting. "Yes, I remember those, why?"

Ivan was decent with computers, actually quite good, better than a lot would expect of him, and Arthur was a skilled writer, Yao had figured that out quite a long time ago, and the man could lie through his teeth better than practically anyone, he would make a good editor, and it helped that the newspaper company was partially controlled by the agency, all in good business, they couldn't publish anything that the agency told them not to told them to or their finding would he cut faster than it takes to tear someone's throat out.

"Cause you are going to join in a month, and you need to get the children's admissions sorted, I'll leave that to you, you are more than capable."

Arthur sighed, Ivan made a faint growling sound at the back of his throat, the tension however, did not climb, and oddly enough, dissipated, it was a strange thing, if they were alone the room would feel like a crypt with Ivan and a furnace with Arthur, they neutralized each other better than Yao ever thought they did, and he was thankful for that.

So it was safe to say that Arthur would do well there, and the company Ivan was working at also had connections to the agency, so they could not deny them if they wished to, which they likely would not, they were always happy to receive new employees from here, well, it's not like they could complain either, the joys of privatisation.

Anyhow.

Ivan picked himself up, he was a little stiff, this took longer than he thought it would, but at least the majority of it was finished, and he still couldn't help the mild amusement that came with the whole thing, despite this very much not being a place you should be particularly amused at, yet he was, amused at hearing loss, his own no less, his humour was strange, but this took the cake.

Yao bid them farewell, Arthur had a bunch of mugs to transport for the umpteenth time and Ivan had a couple blankets to the do the same for, they knew how to move, but they knew it would be temporary, this felt considerably less temporary, it would be temporary still, probably, but with a larger time scale than a couple months, a couple years actually, until they were deemed useless enough to be properly retired, they hoped that wouldn't happen to soon, maybe until the children were old enough to join the agency, they already knew too much, they really did not have too much of a choice.

Who knows, certainly not them, and not Yao either, they had not planned this far ahead, but something would come out of all of this, he was certain, and maybe one of those things would be an Ivan that didn't scare the shit out of everyone and an Arthur that looked after himself.

#Spy au #The heam writes #Ruseng #Hws England #Hws russia #Hws china #Hws north italy #Hws netherlands #Hws nyo Switzerland #Hws monaco #Hetalia #hetalia fanfiction

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The Freedwomen AU

Children of Elia

Children of Rhaella

Children of Lyanna Stark

In an AU where Rhaegar still dies at the Trident, but the women he had hurt survive and thrive...

A pregnant Lyanna flees to Essos with the aid and company of a guilt-ridden Arthur Dayne. She leaves behind a tear stained letter for her brother and in Essos, she and Arthur Dayne form a tentative understanding, as she still largely distrusts him due to having effectively been her jailer but knows that he's her only source of protection. They chance upon a Khal Batu's khalasar and initially fearing the worse, soon learn that the stories of horse heart-eating savages who go around raping and razing villages to the ground are tall tales made by Westerosi. The two form an unusual friendship with the khalasar though it starts with the khalasar treating them with suspicion due to to knowing about how many outsiders view them. It takes time but they are integrated into the khalasar after gaining their trust and respect and there, Lyanna falls in love with a bloodrider named Akban as the two train together. They form a happy and loving family with Akban whole-heartedly accepting Lyanna's son as his own and Lyanna giving him children.

Aemon Targaryen Jon Snow Son of Lyanna

"The Green Wolf"

"Jon the Andal"

"Jon Saddlesnore"

-Was raised in both the customs of the North and the Dothraki and as such, he worships both the Old Gods and the Horse God

-On the shorter end, like his mother’s side of the family, with most of his playmates towering over him. He's honestly sore over that point.

-Had a weak heart and was deaf in the left ear, which scared Lyanna since her mother had died from the former. Consulting the Dothraki healers told them that recent inbreeding on both sides of his family tree resulted in him inheriting these diseases, but they would reassure mother and son by encouraging steady and regular exercise, which Jon followed. Now, you wouldn’t guess that he had a heart problem, though it wouldn’t take long for one to realise he’s half-deaf

-He had actually ended up leading to his mother and Akban getting together since as a young boy, he looked up to the bloodrider and wanted to be strong and brave like him. Akban, amused at his attempts to emulate him took him under his wing and taught him how to fight but also taught him the Dothraki ways. Seeing how the bloodrider was gentle and patient with her son helped Lyanna further realize that not only was her image of the Dothraki farther from the truth, but that there was also a beauty and peace to their ways that she couldn't exactly feel back at home. This then made Lyanna bond and fall in love with Akban.

-Fluent in the Common Tongue, Dothraki, and Old Tongue. Any other language though? He’s helpless at even getting the pronunciations right.

-Has a large age gap with his siblings, due to Lyanna having to take time to be comfortable with sexual intimacy and Akban being understanding of it and waiting patiently until it was safe for her to bear another child

-Like with all Dothraki children, he was raised in a communal setting and as such, the other members of the khalasar are family to him just as much as Lyanna and his siblings are.

-Every now and then, he can't help but wish he looked like his family, feeling out of place with his pale skin and Northman features. But his loved ones will remind him that no matter what he looked like or where he came from, he would always be family.

-Rides a dark mare that he received as a gift from Akban's father, Arban, which he cherishes and calls "Shade." When on long rides that would take days, she often served as a source of comfort and also sustenance as he sometimes relies on her mare's milk.

-For all that he was effectively raised half-Dothraki, he doesn't really like fermented mare's milk and it's become an inside joke with the khalasar. His mothers and sisters would say that it's because he has a Northern belly, which would always cause him to blush.

-Has mixed feelings towards Ser Arthur, knowing what the man did, yet he can't help but feel indebted to him since he helped keep him and his mother alive before they met the khalasar.

-Might seem brooding and quiet when you first meet him. But around the ones he loves, he's joyful, sweet, and kind.

-Accidentally found out he was a warg when he was nine during horseback training with Akban. He had spent the previous night training with a sword to the point that Lyanna had to drag him to bed and was sleep deprived the next day, causing him to nap right while he was on his horse. He ended up warging into his horse and causing a bit of a shock from Akban and some onlookers, who thought that some dark magic was used on him until he woke again. Lyanna would explain to both Jon and the khalasar about what had just happened, having remembered Old Nan's stories. Now, the incident is looked back with fondness and laughter, with the other members of the khalasar playfully teasing him about it and even gave him the affectionate nickname of "Jon Saddlesnore." He takes it all in stride though and will even joke about it at his own expense.

-Likes wearing Green as a reference to the Great Grass Sea that he calls home and a more subtle reference to his mother's House sigil.

-Having been raised on horror stories of Robert and Rhaegar, he sought out to be everything they're not, which includes being decent to women. Of course, he falters every now and then, but he does his best to be a gentleman and Lyanna makes sure to let him know and learn whenever he does.

-He helps with the khalasar by hunting for game or capturing live animals. The results of his labor would serve as food, livestock, or would be traded or sold.

-He admits that the Dothraki style of braiding makes his head feel uncomfortable and as such, he opts for going into a simple ponytail as a marker of strength which he occasionally decorates with little bells

-A part of him longs to see the North, wanting to know how beautiful his mother's homeland is and meet his still living family. Though he knows that as much as it pains him, he wouldn't truly be safe in Westeros.

-A protective big brother, he always defends his siblings no matter what and often sides with them.

-Got Ghost during a nighttime excursion with his brother and step-father where they would release captive slaves of a merchant they had previously crossed paths with. He also freed the animals the merchant kept and while all of them ran off, only a tiny albino direwolf puppy with bright red eyes remained at his side. Seeing it as a good omen, he would keep the pup and give it a name.

-Will not hesitate to give Ghost belly rubs or scratches.

-While he has no children of his own blood, he did adopt an orphaned baby girl that he found during a hunt, her parents having been killed by a wild animal. He would name the girl Lyra and it would prove to be a fitting name as she grew to be very musically gifted.

Khair Snow Daughter of Akban

"The Half-Wolf Half-Horse"

"Khair the Khaleesi"

-The first of Lyanna and Akban's children, conceived on the night when the two fully realised then confessed their feelings for each other

-Said to have looked like her maternal grandmother Lyarra, albeit with darker hair and Akban's dark skin

-She's close to her paternal aunt, Akban's younger sister Erhi, who she considers to be a second mother to her.

-Due to taking after her father’s height, she’s taller than her older brother, which is something she teases him about

-It was said that like her parents, she had a ravenous appetite and whenever her favorite foods were given to her, she’d scarf them down in one go. Even as a full grown woman, this habit of hers hasn’t left, which exasperates her aunt and amuses her grandfather. Additionally, she was known to be rather swift and agile, even on foot, making her a force to still be reckoned with even once she’s pushed off her horse. These notable traits, along with her being the first child of a Stark and Dothraki in the khalasar, earned her the moniker “The Half-Wolf Half-Horse”

-Likes crafting and stitching, having been the one who made some of the clothes the khalasar, especially her family, wear. She's also the one who made her own hat.

-Gifted with a skill with the whip and arakh, her weapons of choice, to the point that she can deftly maneuver herself and even be able to use them in close quarters when it normally would be ill advised

-Her grasp with the Old Tongue is a bit broken, and she feels embarrassed about it especially when compared to her older brother. It's for this reason that she sometimes feels that her mother favors her siblings over her, but Lyanna will always be quick to give her kisses and remind her that that isn't true

-Rides a spotted mare that she calls "Milkmare" due to the spots reminding her of a cow, it started out as a joking nickname but it ended up sticking.

-Sometimes has a hard time understanding hyperboles or metaphors, which can lead to some misunderstandings. The khalasar have grown used to it and when speaking to her, are much more direct in their words.

-Has the habit of assuming people will act honourably or honestly, the same way she and her mother would act. It has nearly landed her in hot water multiple times. This both endears and worries Lyanna, due to it reminding her of her brother Ned, who could be a bit naive.

-A natural born leader, her sense of duty and compassion has endeared her to the khalasar with some even saying that they wouldn't mind if she became their Khalakka. Though there are those, particularly the older or more Westerosi mistrusting ones, who are doubtful that a "half-Andal" could be a good choice of leader. The latter is something that she would agree with, since if ever she became Khaleesi, she would feel guilty and that it would only be handed to her because of her grandfather having been the former Khal before Batu took charge. It doesn't stop her avid supporters from affectionately calling her "Khair the Khaleesi," which embarrasses her.

-While she does love her little sister, the fact that their age gap is also large means that they can’t relate to each other as much. As such, she is closer to her similarly aged cousins, Erhi’s daughters Nekhii and Qara.

-During a trade negotiation between Khal Batu's khalasar and a Khal Gan's khalasar, she had struck up a lively conversation with a young man from the other khalasar. This young man was Esen, Khal Gan's nephew and khalakka. It soon became clear to both khalasars that Esen was smitten with the one year older Khair and she soon grew to reciprocate his feelings over a continued friendship between the khalasars. Eventually, Esen would propose to her after he managed to be the first man to beat her in an unarmed one on one combat. They would have two children of their own: a son named Chono, then a daughter named Khaliun.

Saran Snow Daughter of Akban

"Saran The Wise"

"Wolf Rider"

"Saran The Silent"

-Socially awkward and often has trouble looking people in the eye. Akban was worried that this meant something was wrong with her, but the Dothraki healers assured him that it was just her character and there's nothing wrong about it

-Isn't afraid of things that even some of the most seasoned warriors in the khalasar would be scared of, often approaching them with a blank or serene expression

-On the shorter end, like Jon and Lyanna, not that she minds

-Can come up with solutions or plans on the fly, making her a good problem solver

-She wants to be close with her sister, but their age gap and Saran feeling overshadowed makes it difficult

-Very quiet to the point that people can sometimes forget that she's also in the room, as such, she ends up learning lots of interesting gossip and rumors both in and out of the khalasar

-Her demeanor and looks reminded Lyanna of her father and her brother Ned

-An observant person, she can be quite perceptive to things that most wouldn't notice at first glance and this combined with her silent demeanor, is something she takes advantage of to also learn secrets

-Fluent in Dothraki and the Common Tongue. She can also understand some Old Tongue words but speaking or translating them is another matter for her

-During one of the men's nighttime excursions that she secretly joined in, she tried freeing a captured greyish brown wolf pup and upon glancing at it, felt an instant connection with it. When she managed to free it, the pup wouldn't leave her side and she couldn't bear to part with it, so she took it in and named it Amber due to its eyes reminding her of a stone she saw in one of Vaes Dothrak's markets

-Can give some good advice, though her bluntness and monotone voice can make her come off as cold and it can end up worsening how one feels, though that's not her intention. As such, people go to her for advice only if they want absolute brutal honesty

-Unlike her siblings, she doesn't ride a horse and instead, rides Amber. The first time she did, it gave Khair and Erhi a heart attack until she reassured them that she's fine. This, along with the unexplainable bond she had with the wolf, earned her the title of "Wolf Rider"

-Can make a good ale with a secret recipe that only she knows, some in the khalasar have pestered her to tell them, but her lips are locked

-Because she's a Mama's girl, she heavily dislikes Ser Arthur for his part in kidnapping Lyanna, often viewing him with suspicion

-Clumsy with the arakh and whip, so she prefers using a small dagger

-Uninterested in the opposite sex, to the point that some of the young men in the khalasar made it a game to see who could get her to fall in love with them. She rebuffed, or was even oblivious to, all their advances. However, she did enjoy the company of women and eventually found a lover in Delbee, the daughter of one of the khalasar's healers.

-Once, she had entertained the thought of working with the Faceless Men when her father and aunt had decided to visit Altan in Braavos, but her love and loyalty to the khalasar made her decide against it

Altan Snow Son of Akban

"Altan of Braavos"

"The Cart Horse"

-The liveliest and most outgoing of Lyanna's children, his charisma made him the most popular

-Unlike with his sisters, Lyanna and Akban hadn't been planning on another, making him a surprise baby. This didn't stop them one bit from loving him though

-Said to have been like a mix of Lyanna's brothers Brandon and Benjen, having the former's outgoing personality and the latter's looks.

-He wasn't one with a taste for combat, only learning enough to be decent with the arakh and bow. Initially, Akban tried to get him to be interested in learning how to fight but after an intervention from Arban, he eventually stopped and learned to be accepting of his son's interests

-Had a keen eye for detail, which lends itself to him finding some rather valuable things in places most people wouldn't think of looking.

-Good with numbers, something that he likes to cheekily lord over Jon who struggles with them

-Like with Khair and Akban, he's rather tall, having hit his growth spurt much earlier than his brother. In fact, he's the tallest of Lyanna's children

-Ever since his first time in Vaes Dothrak, he's been interested in the mercantile business, being able to easily haggle with vendors and merchants.

-Admittedly, he was closer to his grandfather than his father, often being found reading at Arban's side. During the old former Khal's final days, he served as a great source of comfort and had been the first to discover that he has passed away in his sleep.

-Gifted a chestnut stallion that was sired by Akban's horse who he called Branny after his late uncle.

-Knows the most languages among his siblings, but he's the one with the poorest skill in the Old Tongue. He also admits that he has difficulty grasping Rhoynish.

-When he was eighteen, he made it known that he wanted to become a merchant and see Braavos. The khalasar were reluctant but supported his decision, while Lyanna was accepting from the start. So after gathering some things he had collected and building a cart and caravan, he made his way over to Braavos. When he eventually reached it, he purchased a house with a stable and set up shop there where he sold various goods he had found and acquired. This decision of his would make him be known as "Altan of Braavos" within the khalasar.

-His shop in Braavos sells all sorts of oddities and items he had collected such as gems, weapons, and books. Though he also sells things made from horse hair or horseskin that he personally made.

-Once, he had searched for Branny after the stallion broke out of his stable while in heat and discovered that Branny had snuck into a nearby inkeeper's stables where some zorses of a traveling Jogos Nhai were kept, siring a rather fast and hardy crossbreed. This gave him the idea of starting a business of breeding and selling horses, with Branny being his main stud horse. So he'd go around acquiring horses or setting up agreements with other equine owners to offer Branny as a stud. It would become a successful business and Altan would keep some of Branny's offspring and purchase or tame some more promising looking horses. When he wrote to his mother about the success of this business, Lyanna joked that he picked a fitting name for his steed.

-His charisma and affable nature has made him popular with women, much like his late uncle Brandon, though he's noticeably less boisterous about it. He also admits to liking both men and women, like his mother, and he had a crush on some of his other male peers in the khalasar.

-Alternates between settling down in Braavos or traveling around with his cart and Branny to sell his wares

-He met a former sealord's daughter named Zella when they both watched a play being performed. Since she was also a trader and merchant, albeit a seafaring one, they found lots of common ground that had given way to a friendship and eventual romance.

-Initially, he was hesitant over pursuing a more serious relationship with Zella after she told him upfront that she had multiple husbands. However, when he struck up a friendship with Zella's husbands, he opened up to the idea and eventually became another husband. He even became a lover to some of them, including a Tyroshi named Koro.

-Had two children, a daughter named Sara then a son named Altin. He did consider Zella's other children as his own though, and they would occasionally stay with him in his Braavosi home or accompany him on his travels.

#dexreads asoiaf #dexwatches got #asoiaf oc #asoiafoc #jon snow #oc: khair snow #oc: saran snow #oc: altan snow #asoiaf au #the freedwomen au #I just wanna see Lya live in a place where she can be herself okay #and I don't like grrm's racist ass depiction of the dothraki #so here I try to humanize them more #the names I came up with are Mongolian ones btw #since grrm said he partially based the dothraki on mongolians #not that you can see much of it with how he made them on dimensional brown savages #if anyone has any ideas on dothraki culture rewrites #share em with me

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