#i just heartily agree with all of it well done on your correct opinions

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

No, I pretty much felt that way too. And this was just going to be a quick bullet point list explaining why, but then it got away from me. Anyway.

Reason one, I think you totally tetigisti'd the rem when you said that this book breaks the illusion of Wodehouse stories taking place in their own little world. The key thing that makes the Jeeves books work so well is the fact that they don't take place in anything like the real world. It's funny to watch Spode threaten to butter Bertie across the lawn with his hobnailed boots because bad things don't really happen in Wodehouse-land! Nobody dies, Jeeves will never go to jail for his many crimes, and things like poverty and war are glossed over so neatly they can barely be said to exist.

Aunts Aren't Gentlemen takes place almost entirely in that same goofy, consequence-free world, but with random jarring intrusions from the real world, and that's a real problem for immersion and suspension of disbelief. (also it DOES feel more mean-spirited, you're absolutely right)

The language of "contracts" fits well with this. Ring for Jeeves is operating under its own separate contract, which is, as you said, closer to the real world than the normal Jeeves book standard. Aunts Aren't Gentlemen is supposed to be working within the normal standard contract, but it keeps randomly going renegade. Honestly, the style and formula of these books has been so reliable and well-trodden up till now that it almost feels like a breach of genre conventions. Scifi novels contain speculative elements, romance novels end on a happily ever after, and Jeeves books take place in an insulated little universe where real-world problems don't exist.

Another reason the touch of reality worked in Ring for Jeeves but not in Aunts Aren't Gentlemen is the fact that the sociopolitical backdrop in the former mattered. Wodehouse had something to say about the post-WWII social revolution in Britain, and the book's specific setting drives the entire plot and every character's actions, whether directly or indirectly. If you took Ring for Jeeves out of its historical political context, you would be left with no story.

In Aunts Aren't Gentlemen, the characters' political beliefs couldn't possibly matter less. The protest march is dropped into the story out of nowhere and drops out just as quickly (we never even find out what was being protested!). You could replace Vanessa and Orlo's supposed communism with any other annoying trait and slugging a cop with something else Vanessa's father disapproves of, and you wouldn't need to change the plot a single bit. I guess maybe Wodehouse was kind of making a point about hypocritical, performative "activists", but was it worth it? What price the tonal dissonance?

But I think the problem Aunts Aren't Gentlemen suffers from the most is that it follows Jeeves and the Tie That Binds, and Tie That Binds was such a perfect series finale. All the loose ends were tied up (no pun intended), we get to assume that Bertie is finally safe from Madeline and Florence for good, and he and Jeeves have exchanged their vows to stay with each other for the rest of their lives.

I think what almost certainly happened here was that Wodehouse was 90, he knew he didn't have much time left, and he wanted to give his beloved characters a nice send-off before he passed away. He expected Tie That Binds to be his last Jeeves book, so he wrote it with that in mind and left our boys off on an implied happily ever after (does that make tie that binds a romance novel? much to think about).

But then, huh, looks like he has more time left than he thought, and hey, he might as well spend his remaining time on Earth doing something he loves (viz. writing Jeeves books). The idea of someone sticking Bertie with a cat was a rejected plot point for Jeeves in the Offing, and he has just enough time to do something with it now, so why not? But then he runs into the problem that he's JUST tied up all those loose ends, so now he has to come up with a brand new fiancee who's exactly Florence Craye but worse and start everything up all over again.

Overall, I feel the same way about this book coming after Jeeves and the Tie That Binds that I do about Right Ho, Jeeves coming after Thank You, Jeeves. It feels like the character development goes backwards. I do kind of wonder, and I'll have to go back and check, if there's anything in Aunts Aren't Gentlemen that rules out the possibility of it taking place sometime BEFORE Tie That Binds. Like, RHJ has to take place after TYJ because in the former Bertie talks about Gussie receding from his position, which is a phrase he very specifically learned in TYJ.

Personally though, my preferred headcanon is the theory put forward in this meta fic by @sandwichsapphic that Bertie is actually writing his memoirs many years after the fact, and is just remembering out-of-order snippets of his life at random. This is the only theory that works out all the wonky timeline issues and inconsistencies to my satisfaction and it's the real and true answer to ME.

In conclusion, I think the weirdness is attributable to the fact that this is the Jeeves book that was never really supposed to exist. The Sisyphean cycle of Bertie's life was fun while it lasted, but we could equally be happy when it ended because, well, the series had to end somewhere, and it's nice to see it end on a happy note. But then wait, nevermind, actually the universe has decided that Bertie never gets to be free and this stuff is going to keep happening to him forever. Bit of a bummer. Let my boy REST.

I can't think of a good sentence to wrap this up on and I've been very negative, so I'll just say that there were also many things in this book that I enjoyed. And Jonathan Cecil's performance on the audiobook is EXCELLENT, fully recommend. Thank you and good night

i didn't quite like aunts aren't gentlemen as much as i would have expected to and i'm not quite sure what exactly it is about it that i didn't like. i mostly liked the beginning, i mostly liked the ending, i think the series was done with much obliged, and this is the sort of Ehrenrunde that wasn't quite necessary. all the old threats to bertie are gone, madeline is married to spode, stiffy bing is married and can't blackmail him anymore, florence thinks he's a criminal and won't marry him, i have completely forgotten what happened to honoria but bertie ends the book un-affianced and about as nicely as anyone could, and while bertie's problems in general have something sisyphean about them, and that is usually a nice thing! we like what wodehouse is doing and now we're reading another one! its somewhat depressing this time when in aunt's aren't gentlemen all the same problems are back, when one would have expected him to be free of all that stuff. i think its that the book breaks the contract of wodehouse for me and i'm not sure if it's because i read it after Ring for Jeeves, which has a very different sort of contract and isn't quite the real world, but it's real world-adjacent, and in aunts aren't gentlemen we're not quite in berties world either, i think. at the end of the day the book isn't any less slapstick than the others, and it isn't that there's a tangible difference - all dangerous situations bertie ends up in are quickly resolved, und während sich in aunts aren't gentlemen genau wie in den anderen büchern auch letzten endes alles in wohlgefallen auflöst it seems to me like the world has gotten a little. meaner. it's like the illusion that keeps wodehouse contained in its own little world isn't quite there in aunts aren't gentlemen, and i can't quite put my finger on what it is, or if its something that the book itself does or if i'm imagining it

[kannedia]

Adventurin's a risky business

What drew you to it?

Points in the journey between Satasha, Tam Tara, and Copperbell.

Written for FFXIV Swap.

"For Glory!"

"Honor!"

"And the many songs of Bards!"

Daca'li watched as the trio made a toast with one brow raised. The words seemed familiar to them. Almost as though they had said them before. He half imagined they said such at nearly every bar.

Dolorous Bear was grinning in his mug as he drank and was still grinning as he turned to face Daca'li. "You do not wish to join our toast, sir?"

"It's Daca'li." Daca'li corrected quickly, he hoped that his armor successfully hid the flush climbing up his neck. "You can just call me Daca'li"

The other two were smiling at him. For what reason, Daca'li couldn't be sure.

"I'm E'manafa." She was half done with her drink. A feat that would have been more impressive were he not to know the quality of ale they could afford.

"You may call me Kikina," She was working on her drink small sip by small sip. Which was good for her sobriety, Daca'li guessed, but not quite helpful when it came to the taste.

"And I," Their leader put his cup down carefully yet sturdily before proclaiming. "am Dolorous Bear. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Kikina and E'manafa agreed heartily with him at this.

"I think we would all like to thank you for joining us for drinks too," E'manafa added before taking another drink.

"Now let us have another toast." Dolorous Bear chimed in, raising his own near-empty glass.

Daca'li smiled half-heartedly, nodded, and joined the group in the new toast. This one was much more quiet. Which was for the best as Daca'li had noticed Baderon sparing them occasional glances. Perhaps the volume wasn't welcome.

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Edda was barely touching her tea. Which, he supposed, was understandable given the circumstances.

Daca'li wasn't sure why he had invited her. He couldn't say he knew the young woman. They had never spoken before. Though he had overheard her being yelled at by her friends outside Satasha.

An uncomfortable memory given what had happened to the group. And perhaps why he couldn't bring himself to leave the young woman alone. If nothing else, he hoped some tea and a listening ear would help her.

Daca'li took a drink from his own cup before he spoke up, voice gentle. "Do you have any plans for where you'll go next?"

She blinked owlishly at him, seemingly startled by the sound of his voice.

"I... I'm not sure. I was thinking of going back home and restarting my training." Edda answered after a moment of thought.

Daca'li leaned back in his chair as he listened to her continue to speak. Her words were slow but steady. They were mostly of Avere, the lad who had been yelling at her and apparently, her intended. The two apparently had many plans for their future together. Or at least she did. And they all involved seeing the world together as adventurers.

He didn't know quite what to say to any of it. He couldn't exactly share his opinions of Avere. That would not be helpful. At all. Nor would more condolences, though he doubted she received any from her teammates.

He tried to think of what he would say to one of his nieces in such a situation. Only to promptly wish to any divinity that was listening that they would never have to.

Daca'li held back a sigh. He felt he really should help the lass. If not as a fellow adventurer then as one of her elders of sorts.

"Edda," He started once she had finished speaking. "If there is something I can do to help, please let me know."

----

"Well, Daca'li. Do you think you'll be taking them up on that offer?"

Daca'li paused looking from the older elezen Isildaure to his grandaughter Alianne and then back again. Isildaure seemed to be genuinely curious about the whole thing. For a mercy, it sounded like a rather supportive curiosity.

If Alianne shared her grandfather's interest, she wasn't sharing it. Instead, she seemed to be stuck on whether or not she should make some displeasure with his bluntness obvious.

Daca'li really should have seen this coming, or so he was telling himself, when he mentioned that he was offered an interview for a group. He had not told them the name.

Or even a little further back when he ran into them at the Quicksand. He had just been leaving after asking Momodi about the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. They were entering to speak to Momodi for their own reasons. There was an invite for drinks and talk. It seemed like a good idea at the time to agree.

If he were honest with the two of them and himself, he would say he wasn't entirely sure. This was the first time he had even heard about the group. Momodi said they were to be trusted. That their goals were honorable ones. And there was the chance that they could help him with his sudden headaches and the visions that came with them.

"I think I'll wait until I've met the rest of them before I've made that decision." He answered, earning an approving look from both Alianne and Isildaure.

"Good, good." Isildaure smiled at him, "I was worried that what had happened had soured your taste for adventure. It's good to see that this generation is so resilient."

Daca'li returned his smile and did his best to not lend voice to the feeling that a similar conversation was had with Alianne.

"Do you two have any plans for where you'll go from here?" He asked instead.

Isildaure deflated slightly at the question. Daca'li had a feeling he knew why.

Alianne put a hand on her grandfather's shoulder. "We're not sure at the moment. Probably a short break. Perhaps we'll be able to travel together in the future."

Daca'li considered the idea for a moment. "That sounds good. I hope we can."

"To the future?" Isildaure offered, picking up his tea cup.

"To the future."

"To the future."

For the sake of Momodi and themselves, they did not clink their cups together.

[reidandweep]

Little Doe

Jon Snow x Reader (female)

A/N- I was sent a request by @witch-of-letters around three weeks ago. Turned out it sent my brain into hyper drive and this was the outcome. I did not expect it to be this long. But I have never felt so proud than I have writing this. SO, @witch-of-letters , I am sorry for the wait and I hope you all enjoy.

Word Count- 19,891 words. Yes that is correct.

Warnings- death, angst, murder, spoilers (bit late now), fluff, and everything in between.

“I bet you can’t shoot an arrow through the middle of the target.”

“I bet I can.”

Y/N Baratheon was not a girl to be challenged. Especially by Jon Snow. Her closest and dearest friend from the North.

Ever since her father, King Robert Baratheon, and Ned Stark had formed an allegiance, Y/N had travelled with her father to Winterfell every month. Being the only true born Baratheon of her siblings, Y/N and her father was very close. Whilst Robert and Eddard Stark discussed important royal matters, Y/N and Jon were often causing trouble. From antagonising each other to cause mayhem, or choosing to do so on their own terms, the two together were a handful. With Robb added to the duo, the chaos greatly increased. For the trio showed no mercy with their mischief.

Robb smirked at the younger duo. Leaning against the pillar, he watched on as Y/N furiously grabbed her bow and arrows.

“If you shoot the arrow through the target, you can have my portion of shank at dinner tonight.”

Jon knew she would never back down the chance to have more food. Even though the Baratheon’s was one of the strongest families in all the kingdoms, the House of Stark produced the most glorious food in the kingdoms. Food that tasted like it was made with love and from the heart.

Squinting at the young bastard, Y/N nodded.

“Deal. And if I miss?”

Jon looked at Robb, a smirk forming on both of their faces.

“You have to wear a dress at dinner tonight. And we mean, a dress preserved for weddings and balls; not any sort of old tat.”

Y/N glared towards Robb as he spoke the conditions. Looking back at Jon, she waited to hear his opinion.

The young man winked at the young woman, shrugging his shoulders as though he did not know what Robb was going to say. He did. They had agreed on her punishment earlier that morning.

The young Baratheon loathed dresses. Refusing to wear them, unless for extravagant events; much to her mothers’ chagrin. She preferred to wear breeches and a tunic instead. They were more form fitting than that of a man’s; for her mother only appeased with the clothing if it could be altered to uphold some femininity.

The boys waited with baited breathes for her response.

“Deal.”

Cheers rang from the pair. Y/N shook Jon’s hand. Watching as the young bastard walked towards Robb, and away from the direction of the target. And any areas around it. They were all still learning to shoot, so It was no surprise that an arrow wold stray every now and then.

Taking a deep breath in, Y/N closed her eyes, slowing her breathing down. Opening her eyes, she raised her bow and arrow. Pulling the string back with necessary force, her vision zeroed in on the target. Moving her aim so that the arrow should fly straight through the centre. Taking one last inhale, she begins to release the string of the bow when-

“Y/N!”

The shout of her name caused Y/N to flinch, the arrow flying through the air. Embedding itself into the target. Just to the right of the bullseye.

Y/N groaned, throwing the bow to the floor, she swivelled to the direction of the shout. Looking towards the balcony, Y/N stared at her father.

“Father look what you did. You just cost me an extra shank you knob.”

Many would have been shocked to have heard how the princess spoke to the king, but it was normal. The two Baratheon’s were not the conventional pair.

King Robert chuckled heartily. With Eddard at his side, who raised an eyebrow in his son’s direction. The two boys bowering the heads, to hide their laughter.

“All of you get ready for the banquet tonight. Robb come with me and your father. We have matters to discuss.”

The three friends looked at each other in confusion. Robb shrugged his shoulders as he walked in the direction of your father and his.

“I wonder what they need him for.”

Y/N walked towards Jon. The pair watching as Robb and their fathers head into the castle.

“Well, you better start getting ready. Who knows how long it’ll take to get into your dress.”

Jon laughed as Y/N turned towards him, stepping so close that their breathes mingled. Leaning impossible closer to his face, Y/N glared into Jon’s eyes.

“I may have missed the bullseye, but if that was a real man, it would have gone straight through his heart.”

At the end of her words, Y/N moved back from their proximity and walked in the direction of her chambers. Jon staring at how her hips swayed as she aggressively walked further away.

Flittering his gaze between his chest and the target, he realised she was right. Shaking his head, Jon began his trek towards his own chambers. The only thought flittering through his mind was how he was one day going to marry Y/N Baratheon; bastard or not. He was going to make it a reality.

The banquet had begun 20 minutes before Y/N had arrived. Robb sitting next to his siblings and parents at the head of the hall. Even Theon was sat amongst the Starks. For once, Catelyn had allowed Jon to attend; to appease Y/N’s begs of her friend being present.  Sitting away from all Baratheon’s and Starks, Jon conversed with his uncle Benjen, speaking of matters that could affect his future greatly.

Jon had been awaiting Y/N’s arrival. When she had walked through the door, he could not help but catch his breath. Neither could Robb, or any young man in close proximity. Whilst Jon could not tear his eyes away from Y/N, his uncle Benjen left Jon to ogle.

“Bloody hell. She should be bent over and ravished in that dress.”

Robb elbowed Theon in his stomach. Causing the ward to lose his breath; coughing on the lack of it.

Y/N looked at the table at the head of the room. Seeing her plate next to her fathers and her mothers. Walking towards it, she reached where it laid.

At the sight of their daughter, her parents ceased their conversation.

“You’re finally looking like a lady Y/N. What has caused this drastic change? Or should I ask whom?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at her mother’s words.

Going to grab her plate, she hiked up her skirt to climb up the platform to the table.

Piling more vegetables and mashed potatoes on her sparsely filled plate (most likely her mother’s doing) she shoved her shank into her mouth, ripping off a large portion of the meat. With her plate in one hand, and her shank in the other, Y/N pointed at her father with the bone of meat. Amusement clear on his face. Whilst her mother and siblings held disgust. Laughter could be heard from the Stark children at her antics.

“Stupid bets with the stupid Stark boys. I would have had it if father had not called for me.”

Robert bellowed with laughter at his daughter’s frustration.

She turned to glare at him, however, she could not keep a smile from taking over.

“Because of that, I am going to sit with Jon. The poor bastard is probably bored out of his mind.”

Cersei shook her head at her daughter’s words.

“You will do no such thing.”

Y/N bore her eyes into her mother’s, taking another bite out of her shank.

Chewing the meat ever so slowly, she swallowed the chunk. Throwing the bone on her plate, she licked her fingers clean; angering her mother even more.

“Let her mother, she’s acting like a homeless harlot any way.”

Whipping her head towards Joffrey, she took in his words. Looking her younger brother up and down with a glare that could kill, the young Lannister swallowed harshly.

Heading to walk past the Starks and down the steps of the platform, she kept her eyes on Joffrey, stopping to stand in front of the young Stark girls.

“Sansa cover your ears.”

The girl did so.

Directing her words back to Joffrey, she smirked at her brother.

“You can call me a harlot. But at least I’m not an incestuous little bitch.”

Cersei’s head whipped in her daughter’s direction. Watching as she diverted her attention to the Starks.

Y/N smiled as Arya, Theon, and Robb chuckled at her words. Motioning for Sansa to uncover her ears, she knew the girl still heard. But she didn’t care.

“Now if you’ll excuse me. I have fulfilled my duties and my part of the bet. So, I am going to sit with Jon and enjoy my meal.”

As she continued her path across the platform, Y/N reached out her hand to quickly grab Theon’s leftover shank.

The ward standing in his seat.

“You fucking bitch! I didn’t finish that.”

The girl trotted down the steps, walking through the array of people backwards.

Much like she had done to her father, Y/N used the shank to point at Theon.

“Next time you talk about bending over a girl and ravishing her without consent, think about how you will go hungry for the rest of the night.”

Turning to face Jon, she walked towards the man; who had witnessed and heard mostly everything.

Robb sitting next to Theon, laughed as the ward fell back into his seat in a sulk.

“She’s right mate.”

Theon scoffed.

“At least I won’t be married to her and have her not love me back.”

Robb stared at the Greyjoy.

“What do you mean? She might learn to love me back.”

Theon scoffed, continuing to eat the food left on his plate.

“You really think her, and Jon only see each other as friends. Why do you think her father and yours are marrying her to you? Jon’s a bastard and not a Stark. If he were, they would be married by morning.”

Robb shifted in his seat. He knew Y/N did not see him the same as he saw her. But for others to see the obvious tension between Jon and Y/N, and he hadn’t, made it even more real for Robb.

Sitting back in his seat Robb looked forward.

“Remember, you aren’t a Stark either Greyjoy. So, stop pretending that you are.”

Theon paused his eating at Robb’s words. Rage bubbling deep inside as he began to drink his wine excessively.

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Dropping her plate in front of Jon, Y/N raised her skirt to sit comfortably on the chair. Shovelling Theon’s shank, unattractively, into her mouth. Using her sleeve as a makeshift napkin to wipe her face.

Jon could not help but watch in amusement.

Swallowing the food, Y/N looked into her friend’s eyes.

“Has Ned told you?”

Taking a swig of his wine, he placed the cup down.

“Told me what?”

Wiping her mouth once more, Y/N reached over to grasp Jon’s drink, gulping some down herself.

“My father and Ned have arranged for Robb and I to wed.”

In disbelief, all Jon could do was stare at Y/N.

Putting his cup back on the table, Y/N leaned her head on her hand, watching herself play with her food.

“They haven’t told me yet. Turns out Arya over heard them tell Robb. She came to me straight away. Telling me that Robb did not argue against it, the cunt.”

Jon licked his lips. Running his hands over his face. Looking back at the young woman in front of him, Jon analysed her expression.

“And you’re not happy with this?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at his question.

Waving her hand in the air, she answered.

“Of course, I am not happy Jon. Robb is like a brother to me. I don’t view him in that way. And unlike some people in these kingdoms, I don’t want to fuck my family. I want to marry whomever I choose.”

Jon laughed at her words.

“Anyway, what did Benjen want? You seemed to be having a pretty serious conversation.”

It was Jon’s turn to stare at his own plate.

“He came to inform me that he was travelling to join the Nightswatch. And I told him that I want to join too.”

“Oh.”

Jon raised his gaze to the girl, seeing her expression fall.

“So, Lord Stark, Sansa, and Arya will be travelling to Kingslanding back with your family. I will follow Benjen to the wall-“

“And I will be here, marrying Robb, and helping your mother tend to Bran, whilst Theon does God knows what.”

All Jon did was nod his head.

“Well we better make the most of today and tomorrow.”

Raising her shank, she laughed as Jon cheered it with his own. The pair continuing to laugh throughout the feast.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As there last day together approached, Y/N and Jon never left each other’s side. Causing more mischief than ever before. King Robert and Eddard chose not to interfere, knowing that it was going to be a while before they would see each other again. Robb had also left the pair alone, for Y/N would be his wife soon, and they would be together for a long time coming.

The day went too quickly for the pair, and as morning came, Y/N could not help but feel the tears gather in her eyes at the thought of being left by her father and Jon.

Watching as Arya and Sansa left with her family in tow. She stood next to the Stark sisters as the clambered onto their horses.

“Keep Sansa safe Arya.”

“I will.” The younger Stark replied.

“And Sansa?”

The older Stark looked towards Y/N.

The Baratheon smiled.

“Help yourself to all my dresses and fabric. I’ve have never worn most of them.”

Sansa smiled in appreciation.

Y/N’s expression became more serious.

“And please be careful.”

“I will.”

The pair went to begin their journey to Kingslanding.

Y/N turned to the guard next to her; already mounted on his steed.

“Please watch over them Sandor. You and I both know how evil of a cunt Joffrey is.”

The Hound huffed at her words. Lifting the helmet, he placed it on his head.

“I’ll do my best. Don’t get yourself killed now little Doe.”

Y/N laughed at his nickname for her, watching as her family and the Starks set of on their journey.

She had already said goodbye to her father in privacy. Not wanting to cry even more than she knew she would when she would have to say goodbye to Jon.

Once the carriage and horses were a mere speck in the horizon, she allowed herself to face Jon. Examining the exchange between him and Robb, she could feel her heart hurt at the sight.

Strolling towards them, Y/N witnessed as the Stark brother’s let each other go. Quickly taking Robb’s position as he left the pair to say their goodbye’s.

Standing next to his steed, Jon watched as Y/N walked slowly towards him. Quickly gulping down the sobs in her throat, Y/N pulled Jon in too a tight embrace. Burying her head in the crook of his neck, the young pair stayed in that position for a long time, that ‘just friends’ would deem too long.

Jon was the first to pull away. Holding her face in his hands, Jon stroked her cheek with his thumb. Catching the tears that had escaped her eyes.

“I promise that we will see each other soon. You can tell me all about the married life with my brother.”

Y/N laughed. Clutching Jon’s furs with her fists. She pulled him closer, their heads resting against the others. A solemn look falling on her face.

“I don’t want to marry Robb.”

Jon let out a breath.

“I know. I wish you wasn’t.”

She replied.

“So, do I. I love him, but not in the way a man and wife love another.”

Pulling her head back, Y/N’s hand travelled to Jon’s neck. Her surprisingly warm fingers sending tingles down the man’s spine.

“Promise we will see each other again.”

Jon nodded his head.

“I promise.”

As he muttered his promise, Y/N leaned her face closer to his own. Placing her lips on his cheek, she slowly pulled them away. Detaching herself from the Stark bastard, Y/N sadly smiled at Jon.

“You better get going. By the time you get there, the snow would have melted.”

Jon chuckled. Mounting his horse, he positioned himself comfortable on the saddle.

Benjen began to follow the Nightswatch as they started their journey out of the gates of Winterfell.

Y/N stepped back as Jon trotted his horse to catch up with his uncle.

“Jon!”

Turning his head, he caught Y/N’s gaze.

“Remember. If you ever need to, aim to the right.”

Jon felt a large smile take over his face.

“Straight at the heart.”

Y/N smiled in return.

“Straight at the heart.”

Much like her father leaving, Y/N stood in her place. Refusing to move until Jon was a speck in the distance.

As she stood, watching Jon leave, Robb slowly approached. Standing to the side of the Baratheon princess.

The pair stood in silence.

“I’m sorry.”

Robb looked towards his soon to be wife.

“What for?”

She let a few tears fall.

“I love him.”

“I know.”

“I love you too.”

Robb turned his gaze back to the gates. The two watching as the guards shut them closed.

“But not in the same way.”

Y/N shook her head.

Placing a hand on Robb’s shoulder, their eyes connected.

“No. But I will be the best wife I can be.”

Robb smiled at her words. He had no doubt she wouldn’t.

Squeezing his shoulder, Y/N let her hand drop, walking away from Robb and away from the gates where she had said goodbye to her family and Jon. Walking into the castle that she now would call home. But nowhere would be home without her father. And nowhere would make her feel as happy as when she was with Jon.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As the months passed, it became easier for Y/N to become more comfortable in her permanent residence at Winterfell. Coming to terms of her life with Robb. He was her friend, and he needed her help. Robb accepted the fact that she did not love him the same, but he knew she still cared for him deeply. And when word had come to Winterfell that King Robert Baratheon had sadly passed, Robb’s shoulder was there for Y/N to cry on. Y/N had reciprocated the compassion when news of Ned’s execution hit Winterfell. She hated Joffrey and her mother with a passion.

The young Baratheon was distraught. Being the closest to her father out of her siblings, she felt as though she had lost the only true family member she had. Heartbroken that she was not at his side when he sadly passed. Her tears of sorrow were soon replaced with tears of dread when she realised what would occur if anyone was to find out the true bloodline of her siblings. She had known for years of Cersei and Jaime’s relationship. How nobody else had realised why she looked so contrasting to her siblings, Y/N prayed for the day that the truth would be revealed to never come.

However, it did, and as Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne, word had travelled around the kingdoms. Causing the War of the Five Kings to begin. With Joffrey, her uncle Stannis and Renly, Balon Greyjoy, and Robb, all fighting for the throne.

As the war surged forward, Y/N noticed that Robb’s attention had been caught by one of the young healers; Talisa. Watching the pair converse, Y/N smiled to herself. She was happy that he had finally found true love. And at that moment of thought, Jon entered her mind. She wondered where he was now. If he ever thought of her on his travels. If he was safe, or even still alive.

On a seemingly quiet night, Catelyn approached Y/N in the drawing room. As she pulled the girl into her embrace, she informed her of the nuptials that would occur that evening. “For Robb and I?”

Catelyn shook her head, a smile taking over her features.

“No. For Talisa and Robb.”

Y/N let out the breath she held. Robb was her “brother”, and he was finally going to get married. To someone who loved him back.

“Thank high heavens. No disrespect Catelyn. I love your son. But not in that way.”

The Stark woman laughed at the Baratheon’s exclamation; enveloping her in another hug.

“I know you mean no harm in your words. It’s not your fault that your heart belongs to Ned’s bastard.”

Y/N shook her head, pulling herself out of the woman’s grasp.

“Give the boy some slack Catelyn. He’s out there defending the wall for us.”

Catelyn dismissed the girl’s words with a wave of her hand.

“Now let’s get you in something more suitable for a wedding. No more breeches for the rest of the day.”

Y/N followed begrudgingly as Catelyn helped her get ready for Robb’s wedding.

Walking across the field, Y/N sauntered into Robb’s tent, watching as he finished getting ready.

“Well somebody looks like a king.”

Robb chuckled, turning to his friend.

“And somebody looks like a princess.”

She rolled her eyes.

“I am one, you dickhead.”

“You don’t dress like one.”

Y/N punched Robb’s shoulder at his words.

Robb laughed.

“Come one. Let’s go get you married. This is going to be the best wedding in all the kingdoms.”

For soon after the ceremony occurred, blood flooded the floors of the room. Waldor Frey’s men killing everyone and anything. With Greywind at her side, and a bow in her hand, Y/N fought off many of the soldiers. Trying her best to protect Robb.

Out of nowhere, one of Frey’s soldiers jumped from behind, swinging his dagger in Y/N’s direction. Just as Y/N thought this would be her end, Greywind attacked the soldier’s arm, causing the sword to slice Y/N’s face; narrowly missing her eye. She was alive. She could deal with a cut face as long she was alive. Pulling her arrow back, she landed it perfectly into the heart of the solider; Greywind keeping him down with his grip on the man’s arm.

“Y/N!”

At the shout of her name, she turned to Robb.

“Get out of here. Take Greywind with you.”

Y/N shook her head.

“I am not leaving you.”

“Yes, you are. Go find Jon at the wall. I am not going to lose both Talisa and you. Mother and I will be okay. Go.”

Y/N looked at Catelyn’s direction.

“Go.” The women whispered.

AS Catelyn held the knife to the throat of Frey’s wife, Y/N slipped out the room. Quickly mounting one of the horses, with Greywind at her side, and her bow on her back, she fled from the wedding and from Winterfell.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------She could feel in her bones the guilt of leaving Robb and his mother behind. Of not being able to help Talisa. Of not being able to do something more. The guilt and grief only grew more when on her way to the wall, as she stopped to eat in a small tavern, Y/N over-heard of the gruesome events that occurred after she left. Hearing men laugh as they spoke about how Waldor Frey’s soldiers cut off Robb’s head and paraded his body around. How Catelyn’s throat was slit open. How Talisa was murdered, and so was her and Robb’s unborn child.

She could not hear no more. Continuing to travel as she arrived closer and closer to the wall. Collecting weapons, furs, and food along her travels. Greywind never leaving her side. Y/N remembered the directions to the Nightswatch, having spoken to her father and Eddard about it in great deal; when she was younger. She was always fascinated by the stories of the wall, so it was no surprise that she would want to know more about the men who would be guarding it.

Y/N had been travelling for weeks when she finally arrived at the wall. Searching for a secluded space, she hopped off of her horse. Stroking the animal’s mane, Y/N grabbed out the necessary food from her satchel. Feeding both the horse and Greywind before devouring an apple herself. She could not risk lighting a fire and cooking. It could draw unwanted attention. But what she didn’t know was that she had already done so by being there. As she was finishing her apple, out of nowhere, Greywind began to snarl. Instantly dropping the core of her fruit, Y/N reached for her bow and arrows; standing in front of the horse with Geywind at her side.

Looking towards the area where Greywind gazed, she saw fur and lots of it, approaching where she stood at the wall. The figures moved closer and closer. Wildlings. Y/N had no time to run or hide. With the direwolf and horse by her side, she would not be able to escape quietly. Drawing her bow, Y/N made sure her weapons were secure on her body. She was not going to be killed by Wildlings. Not when she had survived this long.

As they approached, one by one, the Wildlings noticed the woman in front of them. She was dressed very similar to them. The only differences being that her furs were a mixture of red and black. Tormund stood near the front of the group with Ygritte by his side. So, it came as a very big surprise when they reached the wall to enter the watch, that a woman stood in front of it. With a bow in her hand and a huge fucking wolf snarling towards them.

Y/N pulled her bow to aim at the ginger Wildlings’ chest.

“Take another fucking step and I will shoot this arrow straight through your heart, Wildling.”

Tormund let out a boisterous laugh at her words.

“Will you kill me little fox? Will you kill us all? You don’t know who you are messing with.”

Without missing a beat, Y/N answered.

“No.”

Tormund continued to laugh.

“But he will help me.”

AT the sound of her words, Greywind began to growl louder, his body arching as he slowly strode closer to the Wildlings.

Tormund quickly became quiet.

“Now if you don’t let me go, I will paint this wall red with your blood and use your skulls as bowls to feed my direwolf. You hear?”

Silence encompassed them.

“I like her.”

Y/N shifted her arrow to the ginger woman at her words.

Tormund’s shocked expression moving to gaze at her as well.

Ygritte simply shrugged her shoulders.

“She has fire. You of all people should know how strong a person kissed by fire is.”

The Wildling’s murmured amongst each other, looking at Tormund to respond.

Tormund looked at Ygritte. The ginger girl giving a quick nod of her head. Their silent conversation coming to an agreement.

Turning back to the Baratheon, Tormund sheathed his dagger. Taking another step closer; to only take it back as the direwolf growled once more.

“Okay little fox. We do no harm.”

Y/N never let her eyes leave the group. Keeping herself on edge for any attack.

“Here me out little fox.”

“Do not call me fox. I am not a fox.”

Tormund could see Ygritte smirk in the corner of his eye. Yes. She would fit right in.

“If you have no place to stay, come with us Wildlings. You will be safe.”

“I don’t need your help. I am safer alone.”

Ygritte rolled her eyes at the girl’s words. She felt that way once too.

“You won’t be safe when the Whites arrive.”

Y/N shook her head. Not wanting to believe her words. She had heard stories, but it has been hundreds of years since White Walkers roamed around Westeroes. But her mind suddenly reeled back to all the warnings Eddard Stark had given before his death. Winter is Coming. That is what he meant.

Slowly lowering her bow, she kept the object in a type grip at her side. Clicking her tongue, she signalled for Greywind to heel at her feet. The direwolf still on high alert.

“If I was to come with you, you swear an oath to do me no harm.”

Tormund laughed once more. As did many of the other Wildlings.

“An oath? Were Wildlings. You’re lucky to even be offered shelter.”

Y/N continued to stare at the man, her eyes flickering to Ygritte’s, as the woman’s expression remained serious.

“We swear.”

At Ygritte’s words, the Wildlings bellowed disagreements.

Y/N, taking Ygritte’s word, began to lead her direwolf and horse towards the Wildlings. She trusted Ygritte. She even felt compelled to trust the big ginger one, but she still kept her eye out for any dirty bastard who would break their word.

“Fine. We will amuse this oath. But if you are to stay with us, you will live the Wildling way. They call me Tormund Giantsbane.”

As they began to head towards the Wildling’s keep, Y/N walked between Tormund and Ygritte. The rest of the Wildlings in front of them. Greywind stayed close behind Y/N for protection, as she led her horse by its reigns.

“Why Giantsbane?”

“I killed a giant when I was 10. Then I climbed right into bed with his wife. When she woke up, she suckled me at her teat for three months. Thought I was her baby. That’s how I got so strong: giant’s milk.”

Y/N could not help but smile at the man’s story. Confusing Tormund as many of whom he had told the story to would either look deathly afraid, repelled, or even turned on. Not amused like Y/N was.

“Now what do they call you little fox.”

Y/N thought whether or not to reveal her true identity. To be trusting or to be safe. She chose the latter.

“They call me Doe.”

Tormund looked at the woman in confusion.

“Doe? A deer?”

Ygritte laughed at Tormund’s expression.

“A female deer.”

Tormund glared at his Wildling friend.

“I know what a doe is, you fucker.”

Ygritte smirked.

“It sounded like you didn’t.”

As the two bickered back and forth, walking either side of the Baratheon, Y/N could not help but reminisce of the funny quarrels between her, Robb, and Jon. She missed them both dearly. Whilst she may never be able to reunite with Robb, she knew she was so close to seeing Jon. She could feel it.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Turns out, Y/N’s feelings were correct. For the bastard of Eddard Stark was a lot closer than she thought. She had been living with the Wildlings for nearly a year when Ygritte had travelled back from her duties at the wall.  But Ygritte wasn’t alone. It seemed she had turned the tables on her capture; catching the crow herself.

As Ygritte travelled back to the Wildling den with the crow, Y/N and Tormund sat at the fire. The man watching as the woman hacked and carved the elks they and other Wildlings had caught earlier that day. She had come to take position of cook the minute she arrived. Being near the fire reminded her of life back home. She had also taken up cooking whilst living with Robb; wanting to become friendly with the servants and hand maidens that she thought would be with her for life. But how she was wrong.

During her months with the Wildlings, her skills in sword fighting had become a lot stronger. Adhering the techniques of the Wildlings, the Starks, and those her uncle Jaime had taught her, made Y/N’s fighting style unique. Untouchable. Her skills with an arrow had no match to anyone else either. She was a strong warrior. One the Wildlings had come to admire.

“You’ve grown strong Little Doe. Nearly as strong as I.”

Y/N smiled at Tormund’s words. The man reminded her of her father. His contagious laugh and rosy cheeks were similar to that of the Baratheon king. Cutting the elk into pieces, Y/N placed them onto the fire.

“And I did not need one drop of giant’s milk.”

Tormund bellowed with laughter at the girl’s sarcasm. She was still a spitfire. That aspect had not changed.

Y/N had come to adapt to the Wildling lifestyle very quickly. Most of it not being that different to her adventures with Jon and Robb. Hunting, sparring, and amongst other training activities. She was more comfortable here than she had ever been under the gaze of her mother. No dresses in sight. Just thick furs and weapons. Jon would have fit right in, she thought.

Wiping her hands on her trousers, Y/N stood up, handing some already cooked food to Tormund. The man began to devour the food instantly.

“I am going to give the rest of this food out to the ones who have yet to eat. So, don’t think about eating my plate or else the last words out of your mouth would have been about how strong I am. Got it Tor?”

The man held up a thumb, shoving the rest of his forkful into his mouth. He had learnt that the young woman did not kid when it meant food was involved.

Picking up the large box of prepared food, Y/N trudged out the camp and headed towards the groups of Wildlings she had left to feed. The women and children smiled at her arrival. The men nodding their heads in respect. She began to hand out the meals; blissfully unaware of Ygritte and many other Wildlings entering the camp with Jon Snow at their side.

“Hey Dongo?”

The giant stopped hammering the pole at the sound of his name. He smiled once he saw it was Little Doe. Even the giants had come to care for the Baratheon. Everyone treated her as though she was a born and raised Wildling.

As Y/N’s attention was aimed at feeding the giant, she failed to see the crow, behind the large beast, being ushered into the main tent. Grabbing a large slab of shank out of her box, she handed the meat to the giant.

“If you want anymore, Xera is also cooking in the tent over there. You’ve worked really hard today.”

The giant nodded in appreciation, watching as Y/N carried on weaving through the groups of Wildlings to feed the hungry.

“I smell a crow.”

Tormund had ceased eating once he felt the presence of a stranger in the tent. Ygritte stood to one side of Jon, as the Lord of Bones stood at the other. The man pulling of his mask as he spoke.

“We killed his friends. Thought you'd want to question this one.”

Tormund kept his back to the trio.

“What do we want with a baby crow?”

“This baby killed Qhorin Halfhand. He wants to be one of us.”

At Ygritte’s words, Tormund stood from his seat; staring at Jon.

“That half-handed cunt killed friends of mine. Friends twice your size.”

Jon took deep breaths. Trying to not show his fear.

“My father told me big men fall just as quick as little ones if you put a sword through their hearts.”

“Plenty of little men tried to put their swords through my heart. And there's plenty of little skeletons buried in the woods. What's your name, boy?”

“Jon Snow.”

Tormund’s face changed to one of confusion. Having remembered a time when the Little Doe had mentioned a man named Jon. No last name. But it had been one of the few times she had talked so openly of her past. Of a boy she had grown besides, who had to leave to protect the place he lived.

Jon kneeled before Tormund, mistaking him for Mance Rayder, the King-beyond-the-Wall.

“Your Grace.”

The wildlings laughed, Tormund ignoring his thoughts.

“Your Grace? Did you hear that? From now on, you'd better kneel every time I fart.”

With the Wildlings laughing, Mance Rayder appeared from the shadows, heading towards the crow.

“Stand, boy. We don't kneel for anyone beyond the Wall.”

Jon raised to his feet, watching the man before him.

“So, you're Ned Stark's bastard. Thank you for the gift, Lord of Bones. You can leave us.”

The lord of Bones left, Ygritte soon following in tow. As she exited the tent, Y/N approached the woman, food already in hand.

“Here you go Ygritte. Just heard you had arrived back. With company as well. Who’s the poor soul this time?”

Ygritte smirked at the girl’s words. Much like Tormund, the girl had spoken of a Jon. But had given no name. However, with the details she had told, Ygritte knew the man in the tent was the man Y/N had spoken about. Not wanting to give anything away, Ygritte took the food from the woman.

“You know, just some crow. We killed the rest. Thought this one could be useful, He’s in there with Mance and Tormund. Head in if you like.”

At the end of her words, Ygritte walked away, watching from her peripheral vision as Y/N began to walk into the tent.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------As she stood outside the tent, Y/N could hear Mance Rayder and Tormund tormenting the poor crow.

“The girl likes you. You like her back, Snow? That why you want to join us?”

As she quietly stepped into the tent, Y/N body became rigid at the sight of dark black curls. It couldn’t be.

“Don't panic, boy. This isn't the damned Night's Watch where we make you swear off girls.”

Tormund came to stand at the entrance, his face turning to see Y/N frozen in the doorway. Concern taking over his features.

“This chicken eater you thought was king is Tormund Giantsbane.”

Jon refused to turn to look at the man; only until he saw Mance Rayder’s expression change as well.

The leader of the Wildling’s had also seen Y/N stand in the door. Both men worried at her reaction to the sight of the crow.

“Little Doe is there something wrong?”

At the sound of the name, Jon’s head whipped to the direction of the door. Only one person other than Sansa that he knew was called Little Doe.

For the first time in two years, Y/N and Jon was in each other’s presence. Through loss, deceit, fear, they had gone through it all and were back together again.

“Y/N?”

Tears sprung to her eyes at the sound of her name. She never thought she would the sound of her name so much. But she missed the man that spoke them more.

“Jon.”

As she cried his name, the man strode towards the woman. Jon pulling her body flushed against his own. Clinging to each other with all their strength. Pulling the other tighter and tighter. Afraid to be ripped apart once more.

Pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, Y/N spoke to Jon for the first time in a long while.

“I came to the wall after what had happened, and I stopped to rest. But then Tormund and the Wildlings came; warned me about the dangers beyond the wall. I’ve been here since. I’m sorry I didn’t save Robb and Catelyn. I’m so sorry Jon.”

The girl cried. The sound broke the hearts of all three men. None of the Wildlings had ever seen or heard the woman cry. They weren’t aware of the terrors she had fled when they had found her.

Jon wiped away the tears. His hand cupping Y/N’s face, as the other continued to hold her waist; keeping her body close.

“It’s not your fault. You are a Baratheon, not a Lannister. You did not kill them.”

The young woman hiccuped.

“But I didn’t save them either. I should have tried harder.”

Jon held her closer, trying to sooth the woman in his arms.

“Baratheon?”

Y/N ceased her sobbing at the sound of Tormund’s voice.

“Shit.”

Lifting her head from Jon’s chest, she kept a firm grip of the man’s furs, as she turned her head to where Tormund stood next to Mance Rayder. Tormund continuing to look confused, whilst Rayder’s showed no expression.

Y/N sits down with the men and begins to explain to them her story. Of how she was meant to marry Robb Stark, the events of the Red Wedding, of all the hatred she held towards her mother and siblings.

“I have felt more at home here and at Winterfell than I ever did in Kingslanding. The only reason I was still there was because I am the only pure born Baratheon and I was not going to leave my father. If you wish for me to leave, I will do so. But I never intended to harm you. In anyway, and I am sorry that I lied to you both, and the others.”

Mance Rayder looked at Tormund, the man staring back. Their silent conversation being recognised by Jon as he came to sit next to Y/N. His body gravitating to sit as close as he possibly could.

The two men nodded towards the other. Looking back at the girl.

Mance Rayder spoke clearly to the woman.

“You have shown through your words and actions that you are no Lannister. That you are no coward. That you are a Wildling. Through and through. The only way you could be more Wildling is if Tormund had birthed you himself.”

Y/N chuckled at his words.

“That is true.” Tormund agreed.

“You are one of us. That will never change.”

“Thank you Rayder.”

The man smiled at the young woman. Taking that as his leave, he stood from his seat and walked towards the entrance.

“Snow.”

Jon looked at the man standing at the door.

“We shall discuss matters of you being here at a later time.”

At the end of his words, Mance Rayder left the room, leaving the trio alone.

“You’re still our Little Doe. Still unstoppable with a bow and arrow and a fucking great cook.”

Jon smiled at Tormund’s words to Y/N. He was proud that she had been able to survive so long in the game that was being played. Away from most of the carnage, but still aware of the fight. That she had been able to gain respect from a group that many people in Westeros never dared to fight against.

“Thank you, Tormund. You are still my fire.”

“Aye. You better tell that to your friend.”

Tormund left the pair alone in the tent. His laughter becoming quieter and quieter the further he travelled away.

Turning to face Y/N, Jon threaded his fingers through her hair. Wanting to feel her presence as much as he could. Cupping his hands with her own, Y/N leant into his touch. Glad to feel the familiar touch of the man before her.

“So, tell me about the Watch? Have you finally made some friends, besides me and your family?”

Jon chortled at her words. Y/N had always teased Jon about his lack of companions when they were growing up. As Robb and Theon grew older, they had many friends and even some women at their sides. Whereas it seemed Jon was content with only having her.

“A young man called Samwell Tarly. He has become a great companion of mine. But all men of the Watch are brothers in arms. We have each other’s backs.”

A sullen look took over Y/N’s features as she pulled her face away from Jon’s caress. Worry instantly took over Jon at the sudden change in her demeanour.

“And what would they make of you here with us Wildlings?”

Jon huffed out a breath; unsure how to answer.

“But you are not a Wildling.”

Y/N took great offense to her friend’s statement.

“You heard Mance Rayder. I am a Wildling. Through and through. The only way I could be more Wildling is if Tormund had birthed me himself.”

“Y/N, you are a Princess of House Baratheon and Lannister. You are meant to be in a castle, safe and away from all of this.”

Y/N was hurt. Jon of all people should know how much she hated her life in Kingslanding.

“You know that I have never wished to be a princess. You know that one of the reasons I travelled with father to Winterfell so often was because the horrible torment I would have faced when he had gone.”

Y/N rose to her feet, as her anger began to take over her emotions. Jon regretting his words as soon as he said them. Y/N’s hands slammed on the table between them.

“You know that the place I felt safest was at Winterfell and that all went when Theon betrayed your brother. When your brother betrayed his vow. When my grandfather betrayed me. Sending men to kill us all. Your brother may have died. But I had to watch one of my best friends die at the hands of my uncle. I had to run as I knew that Cateyln, the only honest and caring woman in my life, be killed. Whilst you were in Castle Black. Having no idea of the atrocities I faced.”

Y/N wiped her nose, as tears pricked her eyes once more. Looking away at the man in front of her. His saddened expression making her wish she wasn’t so harsh. But she could not allow him to disrespect all she had been through. “These people took me in. They could have left me to die, whilst I searched for you, but they didn’t. They helped me grow as a warrior. If Ygritte and Tormund did not take me in, I would most likely be on the other side of that wall, with eyes as blue as the summer sky, and skin as cold as the ice.”

Jon flinched at her words, at the idea of her being part of the dead beyond the wall. Standing from his seat, Jon strode around the table, moving to stand in front of Y/N, forcing the woman to look at him.

“I am sorry. They were your family as much as they were mine. I cannot imagine the feelings you have felt. But I am here now, and I am going to make sure that you are safe.”

Looking into his eyes, Y/N searched to see any lies. She loved Jon. More than she cared to admit, but they were a part of a game much bigger than the both of them, and that meant having to question the actions of those they loved.

Stepping closer, toe to toe, Jon could feel Y/N’s breath on his face. His eyes momentarily closing at the feeling.

“Will I be safe in Castle Black? Among the Nightswatch? Because I don’t think I will.

Y/N left the room, allowing her words to linger in Jon’s heart. His chest feeling heavy at the thought of Y/N feeling unsafe with him. But he knew it wasn’t his presence that made her feel unsafe, but that of the Nightswatch. For as far as they, and everyone else in Westeros knew, Princess Y/N Baratheon was dead. And she was. For this new woman, sitting next to Wun Wun in the open camp, was not the same Baratheon that Jon had left in Winterfell. But Jon’s heart still thumped as hard.

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A few days after Jon’s arrival at the camp, Mance Rayder ordered for Tormund to escort a group of Wildlings to attack Castle Black from the rear. Instructing Tormund to have Jon accompany him.

Tormund and the Wildlings had prepared to leave camp, when out of nowhere, Y/N appeared at Tormund’s side. Cloaked and ready for the journey ahead.

“You are not coming Little Doe.”

Y/N stared straight ahead, ignoring Tormund’s words.

“He’s right Y/N.”

Jon slightly flinched at the glare she through his way.

“I am still pissed off at you Snow. So, don’t tell me that I would be safe at Castle Black, then tell me I cannot come with you. Because you will be proving yourself to be a liar.”

Turning her head back forward, Y/N began to march forward with the Wildlings. Jon was frozen in his place. Staring as the woman walked at the front of the group, unafraid of what was out there. Turning his head, Jon realised that Tormund had ceased moving, much like Y/N, glaring at the man in question. Jon gulped.

“You better start walking crow. You’ve already pissed off one Wildling today. Don’t make it another.”

Jon instantly began to walk, he and Tormund quickly catching up the group; situating themselves at the front once more.

It did not take long for things to go South. With Ygritte and Jon’s near-death experience climbing the wall, to Jon refusing to kill the innocent man, Y/N had to step in. She may have been angry with Jon. But she was not going to watch him be killed.

“Tormund! Stop! You are not going to kill him.”

As Y/N runs to aid Jon, Ygritte grabs her arms from behind; restraining the young woman.

“Ygritte if you were my friend, you would let me go.”

Ygritte held on to Y/N’s arms tighter.

“I am not going to let you go because you are my friend, and you will make the wrong decision.”

Out of nowhere, Summer and Shaggydog arrive at Jon’s side. Greywind had been kept absent from the expedition due to the treacherous climbing and walking. They could not carry supplies for twenty plus Wildlings and a direwolf.

As Jon was fighting successfully against the Wildlings, with the help of the direwolves, Y/N fought excessively hard to get out of Ygritte’s grip. Successfully doing so and grabbing her bow and arrow as well. Holding the arrow in the direction of Tormund and Ygritte, Y/N stepped closer towards Jon.

“You are not going to kill him!”

“He’s a traitor. Still loyal to the Nightswatch.”

“He’s my family and so are you. I am not losing anymore family…”

As Y/N held back the Wildlings, with Summer at her side, Jon successfully killed Orrell. Suddenly, an eagle swooped down to attack the man, clawing him across the face. Y/N turned at the commotion, running towards Jon, she whistled, causing a horse to approach. Placing her bow onto her back she pulled out her sword, swinging it back and forth to keep away the eagle and any approaching Wildlings.

“Get on the horse now!”

Jon slowly climbs onto the horse. He holds out his hand for Y/N to take. Looking sadly at the man, she ignored his hand.

“One day Jon Snow, we will see each other again.”

Clapping the horse on the back leg, Y/N urged the stead to gallop away from the Wildlings. Jon watching as she was quickly restrained once more by the people she had called family. She had put herself in danger to save him. Jon would never forgive himself.

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Y/N’s arms were bound tightly together. Gagged to stop her screams as Tormund ordered for Ygritte and other Wildlings to chase after Jon.  She fought and fought to free herself, but she could not fight no longer. Tormund carrying Y/N himself to their base to rest. Facing forward, he dared not to look down at the woman in his arms, hearing her soft broken cries caused his heart to replace the anger he felt at her actions to change to sadness at the sound of her tearful woes.

Jon cleaned his facial wounds in a small pool. His horse grazing nearby. He heard the sound of a bow being drawn, turning to see Ygritte, an arrow notched and aimed at him. Anger surges through her at the betrayal of the man. His betrayal to the Wildlings. To Y/N. Her friends.

“Ygritte, you know I didn't have a choice.  She always knew what I was. What I am. I have to go home now. I know you won't hurt me. Y/N wouldn’t want you to hurt me.”

Ygritte’s hold on the bow began to loosen.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow. You know nothing of what you and her family have put her through.”

“I do know some things. I know I love her.”

Ygritte grunted, drawing her bow harder in rage.

“I have loved her since we were children. I loved her when her father told her she was meant to marry my brother. I loved her when I left for the Watch. And I love her now. Through all she has been through. I love who she was and who she has become.”

“Then why did you betray her. Why did you betray us?”

Jon paused with his words. Staring deep into Ygritte’s eyes, seeing the blinding rage that she held towards him.

“I have to make things right. To make it better for her.”

Ygritte fought back tears at the thought of Jon taking away her friend. But also, for the fact he was leaving her once more.  Jon turned around, unaware, as Ygritte loosened an arrow into his shoulder. Jon fell to the ground, grunting in pain.  Notching another arrow, Ygritte watched as Jon lurched up and grabbed onto his horse. She hesitated. Not wanting to hurt him more than she had. He was right. Y/N would not want her to do this. But she had to.

Jon mounted his steed as Ygritte shot an arrow into his leg; crying out as he spurred on his horse. With her anger rising once more, Ygritte shot her third and final arrow, lodging it into the crow’s back. If he were a target, it would be right on the bullseye. Cursing as she let the man gallop away.

When Ygritte arrived back to camp, her quiver empty, but no Jon in sight, Y/N wasn’t sure if she had successfully killed the man and left him to other creatures beyond the wall, or if she had let him go.

Y/N sat next to Tormund, arms still secured behind her back. Her face void of any emotion. Ygritte went to walk past the woman but halted as words left the princess’ mouth.

“Did you kill him? If you were my friend, you could at least tell me that.”

Ygritte looked at her friend, bound and sat on the floor. Like a slave. Like a prisoner. Nothing like one of their own. She hated to see her like this. But they had to be careful.

“I did what I had to do.”

Ygritte walked away from the woman, ignoring as her hunched shoulders went slack. Y/N no longer had the will to fight. Jon had betrayed her, the Wildlings had betrayed her, and she had betrayed them as well.

Y/N was kept detained for the time that the Wildlings prepared to invade the Black. Even though she had fought against them, Tormund and the Wildlings still cared for her. Becoming increasingly worried as she refused to speak and eat. All day and all night, she sat shackled, watching them prepare with a blank stare. Tormund could not deal with it no more.

Moving to sit next to the distant woman, Tormund dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Bringing a canter to her lips, he forced her to swallow.

“You are not dying because of that traitor, Little Doe. I understand why you did what you did. We forgive you.”

Y/N shook her head at his words.

“You shouldn’t. I protected him. I haven’t seen him for years, but the moment he goes against him, I was by his side. I turned against you when I should have stopped him.”

Tormund drank from the canter, staring into the distant hills. The air was cold, but not as harsh as it had been before.

“But we do forgive you. People do all kinds of things for love.”

Y/N scoffed.

“I don’t love him. Not anymore.”

Tormund couldn’t help but smile at the woman’s malice filled words.

“Yes, you do Little Doe. You love him, and he loves you. Through all the changes and things that have done you wrong, you love each other. Between you, there is fire, scorching hot fire. It cannot be put out. But it can be made stronger.”

Y/N processed Tormund’s words.

Tormund left the woman to think. She knew of the raids that had occurred in the towns. Having been kept behind and guarded by a group of Wildlings as they had occurred. She knew that the siege of Castle Black was to occur that night. She had to prove to her Wildling family that she could be trusted. That she has always been and will be a Wildling.

Rolling onto her back, Y/N pushed herself forward, flipping onto her feet. Bending her knees to get used to the feeling of standing once more, Y/N casually strolled through the Wildlings and towards Mance Rayder and Tormund and they spoke with numerous wildlings about the battle that was about to commence.

Slowing to stand beside Tormund, she listens to the conversation. Hearing the plan of action, Y/N nods her head.

“Okay, if someone can untie me, I’ll grab my weapons and get prepared.” Tormund jumped at the new presence, unaware of the woman at his side.

“You are not coming.”

Y/N turned her gaze to Mance, the man’s steely eyes piercing her own.

Determined, Y/N easily pulled her hands free from her restraints.

Tormund looked between her hands and the girls face.

“You could have freed yourself? You could have escaped.”

Y/N kept her gaze on Mance Rayder.

“But I didn’t because I had to pay for what I did. I still do. Let me kill those bastards who changed the man I knew. The Jon I knew would never have lied of his word. He is probably dead now anyway. I will have to come to terms with that. So, Mance Rayder, please allow me to fight. To fight for the Wildlings.”

Y/N knew he was alive. She knew Ygritte had not successfully killed him. The woman had overheard her words to Tormund. Her shots were calculated to hurt no kill. But Y/N had to, for once in her life, fight for family.

The man stayed quiet, the Wildlings around them waited for his reply, Ygritte, who was amongst the crowd, watched in anticipation.

“No.”

Y/N’s determined look fell.

“You will not fight for the Wildlings. You will fight with the Wildlings. With your family.”

A cheer broke out amongst the camp. Y/N beamed with a smile. She was not going to disappoint them again. Not this time.

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In Castle Black, Jon and his men prepared for the battle. Jon hoped that Y/N would not be there. That she would not fight. But he knew, that if the Wildlings had forgiven her, that he would see her right at Tormund’s side. The battle could see the end of them both before they had even begun. A horn was blown. The crows stood their stance, ready to fight. But then another horn was blown, and Jon knew, that she was there, ready to fight as well.

Swords were swung, and arrows were flown. Blood from both sides was spilled and bodies of brave men and Wildling women fell. Jon was right, Y/N never left Tormund’s side, hacking and slashing all Nightsmen that came in their way. Taking a hit here and there, she entered the castle with Tormund, infiltrating from the inside.

Jon had just killed Styr when Ygritte had caught his attention. Her bow and arrow aimed at the Northern man. She slowly began to lower her bow.

“She’s inside with Tormund. Get to her.”

Jon nodded, going to thank Ygritte, when he felt the arrow fly past. Watching as it embedded into Ygritte’s chest. He ran to her, clutching her body as her breaths became shallow.

“Jon Snow. Look after her. You love her, and she loves you.”

Jon clutched Ygritte. He had made a friend in the sarcastic Wildling and he knew Y/N loved the woman as a sister.

“No Ygritte, she needs us both. She needs you.”

Ygritte struggled for one last breath.

“You know nothing Jon Snow. She needs you more.”

As the words left Ygritte’s lips, her body went limp in Jon’s arms. The man watched as Olly continued to fight. The bow still in his hands. Jon quickly carried Ygritte’s body to a safe space, covering her up. Taking a breath, he turned to the castle, heading in the direction he had briefly seen Tormund run.

Tormund and Y/N were back to back, fighting off the guards that crowded them. They had heard the cheers of the Nights watch. But they were not giving up. Y/ was not giving up. Tormund had two arrows embedded into his back, and Y/N’s left arm had taken a deep cut from one of the swords. Another scar to add to the rest. It was two Wildlings against many more crows.

“It’s over. Let it end.”

The pair looked to see Jon, deflated and broken.

“This is how a man ends.”

As Tormund raised his sword, clashing it with one of the men of the Watch, Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as she saw Jon reach for the cross bow. Aiming for Tormund’s leg, Jon released the arrow. The arrow hit where Jon aimed. However, it was not embedded in Tormund’s leg, but in Y/N’s left leg.

Jon looks on, masking in horror, walking to kick Tormund to the ground.

Y/N’s own legs collapsed from underneath her. The pain and exhaustion taking over.

“Put him in chains, we will question him later.”

“You hurt her any fucking more than you have, I will slice your throat boy.”

Two crows did as Jon instructed. Tormund screaming as they dragged him away.

Jon turned to leave.

“What about the girl?”

Y/N glared at Jon. Her breaths heavy and long.

He could not risk her any harm. If he gave her leverage, then they could both be harmed.

“Patch her up and take her to the cells.”

Before they could grab a hold of her, Y/N pulled the arrow from her leg, throwing the object to the ground

She stood, allowing the soldiers to pull her hands behind her back.

“Lock me away, but I a not having your filthy feathered hands touch me. I would rather bleed out. You’ve changed Jon Snow. This game. This war. It changed all of us. Some for good and some for bad.”

Jon gulped down the tears. Hurt from her words.

“I SHOULD HAVE DIED WITH THEM. BUT HE SENT ME TO FIND YOU. TO BE SAFE. AND LOOK WHAT FINDING YOU DID TO ME!

Jon knew she referred to his brother and Catelyn. Even though she was being locked away, she still kept her identity a secret; knowing it would harm his position. He would have been killed for hurting her. Hurting the Baratheon princess. But she would have rather died a Wildling than lived longer as a noble.

The crows held her tighter, escorting her the same way that Tormund had been led.

Jon did not move until he could see her no more. Only then did he leave for his chambers. Preparing for the next step. Though she hated him, he was doing this all for her. He hoped that it would work.

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Whilst laying in their cells, Tormund and Y/N had been made aware of Ygritte’s death. Screams and cries were heard from Tormund for days on end; for his fallen family. When men walked past Y/N’s cell, they heard silence. Only Tormund heard the quiet cries at night. His own tears erupting once more. Crying for Ygritte and for the pain they both felt. She apologised over and over, and Tormund reassured her over and over again. It was not her fault.

Jon was soon named the 998th Lord Commander. The wildlings below unaware of their leader’s death and to position Jon was going to take of asking for their help. During their time’s in the cells, Y/N had become dormant. Hardly eating, sleeping, talking, or doing anything at all. Detached from all that was surrounding her.

When Jon came to free Tormund and herself, to help travel and save the remaining Wildlings. Jon had unsuccessfully tried to speak to Y/N; the girl simply ignoring him as she had everyone else. They were all worried for her health.

“She is too ill to travel.”

Tormund glanced at the woman in the cell, debating Jon’s words.

“If she has to stay in this hell hole, at least get that large friend of yours to help her health.”

Jon nodded his head.

Walking to Y/N’s cell, Jon crouched at the gates. The woman stared blankly at the floor. She seemed lifeless, but the expanding of her chest proved otherwise.

“I know I have changed. We both have. But I am doing this all for you. So, you can have the life you deserve. Away from all this shit that has happened. You cannot die. You did not die then, and you won’t now. So, for once, you are staying here, and you are going to accept help. Samwell we come down to get you better and keep you company. I wish I could home you in proper chambers, but they would kill you if I did. We will be back soon.”

Y/N slowly lifted her head as Jon spoke. Taking in his words. The two stared at each other in silence. Her eyes flickered to Tormund’s figure.

“Keep him safe Torm. Keep yourself safe too.”

Tormund smiled, glad to hear his Little Doe speak again. He had missed her voice.

“Aye,I am a Giantsbane. We will be all right. Ain’t that right boy?”

Jon nodded, still holding his gaze on Y/N. Even as they left the dungeons, the man never wavered his look from her. He saw her lie on the floor as they left. Falling to sleep.

Jon informed Samwell of his commands, making sure that he kept it private between the two. He did not want anyone else to question why she was having assistance. Samwell took the orders with no hesitation or question. Instantly going into action, the minute that Jon and the other Wildlings left.

Everyday Sam would force Y/N to eat and drink. Checking her wounds, bringing her fresh furs and even cleaning her own. Doing all he could to make sure she became healthy again. For a while, it was only Sam talking to fill up the silence. He spoke of his life before the watch, to his opinions on pointless things, to information of the houses. Y/N hid her amusement when he recited the history of House Baratheon to the woman. Still unaware of who she was. To him, she was a Wildling with hardly a clue of the history of the houses. Of what had occurred within the kingdoms. Or so she thought. Samwell was a smart man. Smarter than he looked.

“Jon told me stories of when King Robert and Princess Y/N Baratheon would visit Winterfell. Of how close he was to the princess.”

Y/N’s ears perked up at Sam’s words. Clearing her throat, she spoke to the young man for the first time.

“What kind of stories?”

To say Sam was shocked was an understatement.

“Well, he spoke of how they met and all the trouble they caused with his brother, Robb. Of how devastated he was when he heard that King Robert and Eddard Stark had agreed for her to marry his brother. How it confirmed his reasoning of joining the watch.”

Y/N pulled the thin blanket around her tighter. Her frame had become similar to how it was before, but she still did not fit her furs as she did before.

“If the betrothal had not been agreed then he would have stayed in Winterfell?”

Sam nodded.

“Precisely.”

“That bastard. He left because of Robb and I. He knew I never loved him.”

“I knew it.”

Y/N froze at Sam’s explanation. All this time she had been able to hide who she was, and this oaf had reeled it out of her.

“You’re the princess.”

Y/N drank from the cup at her side. Placing it back down, she leaned her head on the concrete wall, turning to look at Sam, who sat on the other side of the bars. On a stool, holding his own drink.

“Well, you going to kill me? Sell me for ransom and bribery?”

Sam shook his head in a comical manner. The girl quirked an eyebrow. From the time he had spent tending to her, she had come to realise that Samwell’s actions were pure. But she could not help but pull up her guard.

“I wold never. I had my suspicions when Jon asked me to tend to you that you meant something to him. But it was not until you began to eat once more, and your face began to fill out, that I recognised your features. You look very different to your siblings yet so much like your mother and father. You have her beauty and his dark hair and eyes.”

It had been a long time since Y/N had heard of her father or had been compared to him. She ignored the comments of her siblings and Cersei. But to hear that someone could recognise her as her father’s child made her smile once more. “Jon asked me to look after you. And that I will. I will do anything to make Princess Y/N Baratheon better once more.”

Sam’s words brought tears to Y/N’s eyes. Not of sadness or pain like she had cried for the times that have passed. But tears of gratitude. She felt for the first time, in a long time, happy to hear her name. To hear her father’s house and her name together. Even through all she had fought, Y/N truly believed her father would have been proud.

By the time that Jon, Tormund and many of the Wildlings had returned, Y/N was better and nearly stronger than ever. Sam had successfully convinced to be placed on full time guard duty of the Wildling woman. Helping her repair and get better. Sam confided in Y/N of his desires to become a maester. The woman encouraged him to do so, reminding him to not forget about Gilly and the child he has come to love as his own.

Sam travelled to library, where Jon sat, waiting for the news of Y/N’s condition.

“She’s better. She eats well, sleeps well, talks quite a lot.”

Jon let out a small chuckle. Remembering of all the times she talked his ears off growing up.

Sam relied all of her improvements. Before mentioning his desires to leave. To become a maester. Remembering both Gilly and Y/N’s encouraging words.

Jon stared at Sam, saying nothing.

“I’ll be more use to you as a Maester. More use to everyone now that Maester Aemon’s gone. The Citadel has the world’s greatest library. I’ll learn about history, strategy, healing. And other things. Things that will help when they come.”

“If Gilly stays here then she’ll die. And the baby that she named after me will die. And I’ll end up dying, too, trying to protect them. Which means that the last thing that I’ll see in this world will be the look in her eyes when I fail them. (pause) I’d rather see a thousand White Walkers than see that.”

Jon inhaled and exhaled. Nodding somberly, allowing Sam to go.

“Thank you.”

The men continued to discuss Sam’s relationship with Gilly and what it would mean for him to become a maester.

They sit in silence for a moment.

“I’ll come back. You’re not my only friend anymore. I have you and Princess Y/N to visit.”

Jon’s head whipped up at Sam’s words.

“How do you know?”

Sam smiled faintly.

“All the times you spoke of her, `and how you were so adamant of a particular Wildlings safety rang bells in my mind. Then when she was getting better, she looked more Baratheon every day. I asked, and she replied. Told me all that had happened since she was reported dead. Well, since your brother passed.”

Jon looked towards the doors. Pondering on whether to leave to see her. He had been wanting to since he arrived. No doubt Tormund had already re-laid all that had happened, to her.

“Go. She may act like she does not want to see you. But she does. She spoke the most when your name was brought up in conversation.”

Jon stood from his seat, bringing his friend into a hug.

“To you return.”

“To my return.”

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jon travelled to the cells where Y/N still stayed. Without an explanation, he unlocked the door. If the rest of the Wildlings were roaming around Castle Black, so should she.

Startled at the sudden noise, Y/N sat up from her position on the ground. Watching with baited breath as Jon yanked open the metal bars. Her time in the cells, and with Samwell, had left her hours to think long and hard about how she felt. How she felt about the game. How she felt about friends. How she felt about Jon. And how she felt about herself. She did not want to become a bitter woman. Y/N knew that Jon was doing what he thought was right. He always had. The man may have caused her pain and sorrow. But he was her best friend. He was her Jon.

Jon bent down to sit near Y/N, leaning his back against the wall, he left space between them. Trying to show that he did not want to over step any boundaries.

Without a word, Y/N scooted closer to Jon, so that their arms touched. Neither moved their gazes from the wall in front of them. Slowly, Y/N laid her head on his shoulder.

The pair sat there in silence for a long period of time. Basking in the shared company. It had been the first time in years that Jon and Y/N had been able to sit together, without talking about what had happened to them or what was going to happen next.

Ever so gently, Jon placed his right hand over Y/N’s left. Interlocking their fingers, he stroked the back of the woman’s hand. Basking in the small pieces of affection.

“I’m glad you’re back.”

Jon smiled at her words. He was not sure if Sam’s words were true. If she still cared for him.

“So am I. You can wonder freely around the castle now. You can share my chambers, if you would like. I know you don’t feel relatively safe amongst the other men of the Watch.”

Y/N pondered his invitation. Snuggling closer to Jon, she tightened her hold on his hand.

“Yeah. I would appreciate that a lot Jon. Thank you.”

“I would do anything to keep you safe.”

Y/N tilted her head to stare into Jon’s own eyes. Entranced by the other, their bodies moved closer together. Y/N laying practically on top of Jon.

“And so, would I.”

They stayed in the cells for the rest of the night. Enjoying the silence and each other’s company. Cuddled in an embrace, Y/N and Jon fell asleep, wrapped around each other.

What they had been unaware of was little Olly slowly creeping down the cellar during their moment. Seeing his Lord Commander spread across the Wildling woman made the lads blood boil. He had lost his family, his village, his home, all to those foul monsters. And now the watch had lost their leader. A traitor. That is what Jon Snow was.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And a traitor’s death Jon was given. Sitting in his chambers, Y/N had left mere minutes earlier to speak to Tormund about increasing her training once more, now that she had been healed better. Jon’s face was still flushed from the surprising kiss on the cheek from the woman. The unexpected affection causing the colour to travel across his face.

It soon disappeared when Olly quickly knocked on his chamber door, breathlessly explaining to Jon how Y/N had fallen down the steps when rushing to find Tormund. How she had heard a crack and could not move her right leg. Jon quickly left his chambers, following Olly who told him that Thorne was with the woman, who had refused any help unless Jon was there.

But what Jon had arrived to was not Y/N on the ground in pain with Thorne at her side. But Y/N held captive by Thorne; surrounded by members of the watch. The woman was gagged and shackled. The same she had been when the Wildlings lost the Battle of Castle Black.

Jon sees the woman crying. Turning to ask Thorne what the meaning of this all was, before Jon’s words could leave his mouth, Thorne plunged a knife into his stomach. Y/N’s screams ringing loud, even with the gag in her mouth.

With a hand on his stomach, Jon quickly manouvered to reach the woman. The loss of blood causing him to stumble. Just before he could reach her, Yarwyck, Marsh and two other black brothers proceed to stab Jon. Each dedicating their action ‘For the Watch.’ Jon dropped to his knees, swaying as he watched Y/n thrash against the men who held her captive. Her gag falling loose.

“Stop. Stop it now!”

Thorne moved to stand behind Y/N, his dagger held tightly to her throat. When she gulped, she could feel the blade digging into her neck.

“Don’t hurt her. She did nothing wrong.”

Thorne sneered at Jon.

“She’s a Wildling. Everything she does is wrong.”

Blood soaked Jon’s armour.

“She is Princess Y/N Baratheon.”

“I am a Wildling. Born and bred.”

Jon looked into Y/N’s eyes. Tears falling from both his and her own.

If he was going to die, she was not going to let him save her. She was not going to allow the title she despised to kill the man she loved and save her life.

And as Olly laid down the final blow, stabbing Jon in the heart, the last thing he saw was was Thorne, a man he had come to respect and follow, slice the blade across Y/N’s neck.

Their bodies falling to the ground simultaneously. Neither breathing. Neither alive. The blood poring out their bodies, and down the small dips in the snow, connecting the two puddles together. Even in death, Y/N and Jon were connected.

With a sign above Jon’s head, labelling him a traitor, and a sign above Y/N’s labelling her a savage. The men of the watch dismembered, leaving the bodies to be found in the morning.

And as the pair lay dead, Greywind and Ghost howled to the air, alerting Davos, Edd and his men about the bodies that laid in the snow. The group quickly bringing them into their quarters, with Greywind and Ghost protecting the door.

“We don’t have the numbers.”

Edd looked at Davos in contemplation.

“We have two direwolves.”

“It’s not enough. I didn’t know Lord Commander Snow for long, but I have to believe he wouldn’t have wanted his friends to die for nothing. Speaking for Princess Y/N Baratheon, those men have killed an heir to the throne. Our Lord Commander’s partner. Our friend in arms. She will not die for nothing."

“If you were planning to see tomorrow, you picked the wrong room. We all die today. I say we do our best to take Thorne with us when we go.”

Davos began to feel frustrated at Edd’s words.

“We need to fight, but we don’t need to die. Not if we have help.”

The men in the room murmured amongst them.

“Who’s gonna help us?” questioned one of the Nightswatch.

Davos looked across the faces in the room.

“You’re not the only ones who owe your lives to Jon Snow. Once they find out one of their own has been killed, they will come fighting and swinging. For Y/N may have been a princess, but she has a wilder family that lay closer to her heart.”

Realisation swept over Edd. He turned to the Night’s Watchman at his side.

“Bolt the door. Don’t let anyone in. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Edd exited the room. The man swiftly and quietly left the room, heading down the halls and out the castle to the man who could help them. For now, they needed the help of the Wildlings.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ash. All she could see was ash covering the grounds of Kingslanding. Of her home. The sound of screams and burning fire growing louder by the second. As the screams become louder, her vision started to blur. With the Red Keep in the distance falling to the ground; fire encompassing the building. Just before the darkness took over, Y/N heard a single word, over the screams and the terrifying sound of burning. As clear as day, a single word; Dracarys.

Y/N gasped as her eye’s shot open. Taking in the cold and chilly air around her, it quickly came to Y/N’s attention how exposed she was. Feeling a nudging of her hand, Y/N turned her head to see Greywind at the side of the pillar in which she laid. A blanket held softly between his teeth.

Slowly sitting up, Y/N took the blanket from the direwolf, wrapping it around herself securely. Her body felt extremely cold; like a corpse. How could she be alive? Jon’s men stabbed her. Looking down to her stomach, Y/N could see the angry red scars of where her stab wounds were. The last thing she remembered, before her dream, was Olly killing Jon.

Jon? Was he alive or dead? Y/N had no idea. As she began to panic, air leaving her lungs at a rapid pace, the door of the room creaked open. Twisting her head to look at the figure, she watched as Tormund stood in the doorway in shock.

“Tormund.”

“Little Doe!”

The man rushed into the room. Coming to help Y/N as she weakly stood from the pillar. Engulfing his arms around the small woman, she went to hug him back. Until she remembered her exposed state.

“I’m kind of naked Tormund, so I cannot really reciprocate.”

Tormund squeezed the Baratheon princess harder before letting go.

“It is only skin Little Doe. You are as naked as the day you were born. You should feel powerful.”

The woman laughed.

“I feel as though I was stabbed multiple times.”

“That’s because you were.”

At the sound of the new voice, Y/N watched as Melisandre entered through the doors. The dark red head gracefully walked through the doors and travelled to stand next to Tormund.

“She’s the witch that brought you and Jon back. I always say those kissed by fire had special powers.”

Tormund laughed at his own words.

Y/N could not help the shock in her body. She had died and been brought back to life. But so, had Jon.

“Where’s Jon? I want to see Jon.”

Tormund ceased his laughter at Y/N’s desperate pleas.

“I will get him for you.”

Tormund gave the woman another comforting hug.

“Don’t worry Little Doe. He’s okay.”

Releasing Y/N, Tormund headed to the door. Leaving the two women in the room alone.

Y/N felt the red witches gaze on her body. Pulling the blanket tighter around her, she felt Greywind move closer; sensing his owner’s discomfort.

“You hold great power.”

Y/N looked towards the woman. Confusion written across her expression.

Melisandre stepped closer to the Baratheon.

“Power so pure that mystic creatures will fall at your feet in awe. That even the darkest of heart will not be able to hurt.”

The pair stared at each other in silence until the door opened once more. This time it was Jon who would walk through.

“Y/N.”

Hearing her name from his mouth brought tears to her eyes. The images of seeing him stabbed by the men of the watch tumbled through her mind.

“Jon.”

She sobbed as the man rushed through the doorway and encircled his arms around her body.

As Jon held Y/N, Melisandre exited the room. Her words hanging heavily in Y/N’s soul. She could not think of them now. Because Jon was alive. They were both alive.

Y/N rose her arms, to encircle them around Jon, when she suddenly realised again, she was exposed.

“Jon, I would love to reciprocate this hug, but I am naked.”

The man instantly let go. A blush covering his entire face and neck. He turned to see a set of clothes on the chair closest to the door. Quickly grabbing them, he handed them to the woman. Turning, once again, to face away as she began to dress.

Once she was fully dressed, Y/N walked towards the Stark bastard, wrapping her arms around his torso. Spinning in her hold, placed his arms onto her waist.

“How are you feeling?”

The girl winced at his question.

“Sore. Tired. Probably the same as you. How long have you been alive again for?”

Jon looked at the ceiling, thinking of all that had happened since he had awoken.

“A while. We thought you weren’t going to awaken. I’ve dealt with Olly and the men who did this to us.”

Y/N nodded her head, silently glad she was not present for the execution.

“And I have handed over Castle Black to Edd.”

Now that surprised her.

Looking up at the man, she could not formulate words.

“Why?”

“Because the Watch is not my home. We are going to take back Winterfell. Take back our home.”

“We?”

“You, I, and Sansa.”

Y/N placed her arms on Jon’s shoulders, staring her friend in the eyes.

“Sansa’s here?”

Jon grabbed onto Y/N’s hand, guiding her through the halls ever so slowly. The woman still getting used to the feeling of being alive once more. Her headache slowly dissipating and her legs becoming sturdier. Turning around the corner, Jon opened a door to a dining hall. The room full of many unfamiliar faces eating, and a few familiar ones.

Jon lead Y/N to the table which seated Sansa, Tormund, Edd, Brienne, and Podrick. All of their heads turning to the commotion of the pair entering the room. Murmurs becoming louder as many men of the watch saw Y/N alive. Much like their Lord Commander, brought back from the dead for a reason.

Sansa stood from her seat at the site of the Baratheon princess. All of them being informed of what had happened to her and Jon. For the more days had passed, the more they thought she would not return.

Letting go of Jon’s hand, Y/N embraced the young Stark woman; glad to see she had survived her tormented family.

“I am sorry for what that cunt Joffrey did to your father; and to you.”

Sansa grasped Y/N tighter.

“It’s okay. I survived. And the moment was splendid. But I had to leave as quickly as I could. Joffrey has been the smallest of my troubles thus far.”

Sansa pulled Y/N to sit down, with Jon moving to sit at her other side.

Y/N looked in front of her to the unfamiliar pair. However, one was more unfamiliar than the other.

“Podrick Payne?”

Startled, Podrick looked to the young woman.

“Yes, m’lady?”

Y/N let out a cheerful laugh.

“My god. You’re alive. And you’re no longer attached to my uncle’s side. What happened?”

“He was trailed for treason m’lady. For Joffrey’s murder. He did not do it. But he did not want me to be brought down with him, so he handed me to Brienne of Tarth.”

Y/N looked to the woman at his side. Amazement beaming in her eyes.

“You were sworn to the kingsguard of my uncle Renly.”

Brienne looked surprise at the amazement on the princess’ face and at her knowledge.

“That is right m’lady.”

Y/N smirked at the woman.

“There’s no need to be shocked. I made sure I knew everyone who was associated with my family. Even after I left Kingslanding and Winterfell. I still found my ways to know. The only reason I don’t know now is because I died.”

The table went awkwardly silent.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Lighten up. I am alive aren’t I. You will need to tell me everything later. I need to know it all. I am just glad that everyone here is safe. I do hope Arya, Bran and Rickon have survived as well.”

Sansa looked towards Jon.

“The Bolton’s have Rickon.”

Anger surged through Y/N’s veins. It seemed that this war would never end.

“We will get him back, I promise. We will get back Winterfell, we will find Bran and Arya, and we will end this war.”

Determination laced the Baratheon’s tone. The group startled at the woman’s words. But slowly, one by one, they raised their glasses, ready to fight for this battle.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A battle is what they fought victoriously against Ramsay Bolton and his men. Y/N refused to stand a side; fighting on the battle field. With Podrick and Brienne having travelled to Riverrun at the command of Sansa, Y/N made sure to protect Sansa with all her might. Even escorting her to the dungeons as she unleashed the hounds onto Ramsay. Watching from the side as the man who had defiled her friend, die at the paws of his hounds.

Y/N watched on as Jon named Sansa the Lady of Winterfell. She watched on as Jon was claimed King of the North. But she refused to watch on as Jon prepared to leave for Dragonstone to meet the Khaleesi.

“I am coming with you and that is final. My uncle is alive. He sent the letter. I want to see him, and I am not leaving you.”

Jon raised his head to the sky, becoming quickly frustrated with the woman in front of him.

“What happens if this goes south?”

Y/N huffed at the man in front of her, crossing her arms.

“We’re in the North, wherever we go will go South. Except for Castle Black, and we’ve only just come back from there.”

Jon was not in the mood for her smart mouth.

The pair continued to bicker, unaware of those that watched on.

“This sounds familiar.”

Sansa giggled at Tormund’s words, having heard a similar conversation occur multiple times between the pair.

“This was my life before we left. If they were not causing trouble for each other, they were causing trouble for everyone else. Usually with Robb beside them.”

Tormund nodded his head.

“And he still has not admitted his love for her.”

“No. Neither has she for him.”

Sansa could not help but scoff at the duo’s ideocracy.

“Jon I am not letting you leave again. We are both alive for a reason.”

Jon grasped the woman’s shoulder with his right hand. Bending his head slightly so that they were eye level.

“And I want to keep you alive. That is why you are not coming.”

“Watch me.”

Before she could even try to walk away, Y/N was yanked back by Jon. Being pulled flush against his chest as his lips slammed into her own.

Sansa and Tormund looked on in surprise.

“We spoke too soon.”

Y/N moved her hands to tangle into Jon’s hair. His own hand’s gravitating towards her lower waist. The lips locked in a passionate embrace; exerting years of pent up emotion. Love, frustration, desire, sadness, and more rolled into this one action between the pair. Their lungs begging for air as they simultaneously broke the kiss. The space between their bodies not moving an inch. Both their chests heaved for breath. Y/N biting her swollen lip as Jon’s lust filled gaze stared into her own.

“That was long overdue.”

Jon chuckled at Y/N’s words.

“I would say so.”

In her peripheral vision, Y/N could see Sansa smirking at the pair with Tormund at her side; a beaming smile on the man’s face.

Shaking her head, with a smile permanently fixed, Y/N gazed at the man in front of her.

“I am coming with you. A kiss like that gives me even more reasons to be at your side. Don’t want you falling in love with this Dragon Queen, now do I?”

Jon groaned, throwing his head back at the woman’s words; continuing to over react as it caused the woman he loved to laugh.

“Fine.”

With her hands still in his hair, Y/N pulled his head back to her own. Their foreheads leaning on one another.

“You’re not getting rid of me again Jon Snow.”

Jon smiled back at Y/N.

“I don’t intend to.”

Y/N simply smiled back.

Hopping aboard the boat with Jon and Davos, the trio prepared to set sail to Dragonstone. To meet the Queen of Dragons and to take the next step in the Game of Thrones. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The trio sailed for weeks before they arrived. Y/N and Jon having become like their younger selves once more. Causing mischief for one another and for Davos. The man could not believe his eyes; seeing the Baratheon princess and the Stark bastard act so care free. He let them be, for once they would arrive to Dragonstone, all carefree antics would be out the window once more.

Looking into the crystal blue waters, Y/N breathed in the crisp see air. Jon moving to stand behind her, his hands encircling her waist as he laid his chin on her shoulder.

“We’ve survived this far. Do you think we will make it home?”

Y/N’s words were serious and deeply questioning. She wasn’t sure herself if they would make it home. If the Queen would comply with their plan.

Jon’s hands squeezed Y/N tighter to his chest. Her own hands raising to place over his, stroking her thumb across the rough, calloused skin. Bending his head down, Jon placed a kiss on her neck. Keeping his head in the crook of her neck as he breathed deeply in and out. He had taken accustom to doing so when he wanted to be reminded that she was here. Truly here with him. For he had imagined her touch so many times, that it took more than her hold to bring to reality that she was her; at his side.

“I will do anything I can for us to make it home. To make it back to Winterfell.”

“Whether its Winterfell, Castle Black, or even further North of this world, as long as you, Greywind and Tormund are by my side, I know I will be okay.”

The pair stared out into the ocean; allowing the silence to encompass them.

A mere few days later, the trio arrived at Dragonstone. Docking the ship at the harbour, Jon and Davos walked down the ramp of the ship to meet their awaiting company. Y/N staying on the ships a few minutes longer; making sure that all was secure for the journey home. Stood at the end of the dock was not only Y/N’s uncle Tyrion, but Missandei and Greyworm; ready to escort the guests to their queen.

“The bastard of Winterfell.”

“The dwarf of Casterly Rock.”

Tyrion and Jon both stared at each for a moment, quickly breaking into smiles. They stepped forward and shook hands.

“I believe we last saw each other on top of the wall.”

Jon chuckled, remembering the moment ever so clearly.

“You were pissing off the edge, if I remember right. You picked up some scars along the road.”

Tyrion nodded his head in agreement.

“It's been a long road. But we're both still here.”

Turning to address Davos, Tyrion introduced himself to the gentleman.

“I'm Tyrion Lannister.”

“Davos Seaworth.”

The pair shook hands in acknowledgement.

“Ah, the Onion Knight. We fought on opposite sides at the Battle of Blackwater Bay.”

Davos chortled.

“Unluckily for me.”

Moving a step backwards, Tyrion introduced Missandei to the two guests. The woman bowing her head in respect to the two men.

“Welcome to Dragonstone. Our queen knows this is a long journey. She appreciates the effort you have made on her behalf. If you wouldn't mind handing over your weapons.”

Jon looked at Davos and his men.

“Of course.”

“I am not giving over my weapons. No fucking way. Not whilst we are on foreign land.”

The men and woman all turned to the sound of the new voice.

Y/N walked her way down the plank and to her accompanying men. Head held high, she situated herself to the right of Jon. Making it clear she was not letting go of her bow and arrow, or her sword. Her hand holding it tightly as it laid sheathed at her side.

Tyrion did not recognise his niece as she travelled closer to group. The face only becoming familiar once she ceased her steps, standing alongside the bastard of Winterfell. The last he had seen of her was before she and her family departed for Winterfell. Her dark brown hair long and luxurious like her mothers. She had been draped in the colours of both House Lannister and Baratheon. Now, as she stood before him, her hair laid half up and half down; slightly shorter than it had been before. Her body draped under fur upon fur; mixtures of browns, greys, and tans. She stood taller, stronger, more prepared for danger. Nothing like the innocent Baratheon he had last seen. Her face scarred from not only the Red Wedding but from the dangers she had faced whilst playing the Game of Thrones.

“You’re alive?”

Y/N could not help but chuckle at her uncle’s shock. She knew her family thought of her as dead. Her where about had not been recorded since the destruction of the Red Wedding. Not until now anyways.

“As are you uncle Tyrion. Seems we both took a hit to the face.”

The man touched his scarred cheek, staring directly at the one that laid across the right side of Y/N’s face. Slightly pink due to the rough wind and cold breeze.

“Whilst you were scarred in battle, I was scarred in a massacre. At the order of my own grandfather.”

Tyrion looked guiltily to the ground. Keeping his gaze fixed to the floor, he replied to his dearest niece.

“I took care of him.”

Y/N refused to drop her anger fuelled expression. She may have loved her uncle Tyrion, but to see a member of her family for the first time in so long, brought forward the repressed hatred she held towards her mother, grandfather, and other Lannister’s involved.

“I know. He deserved what he got. He should never have treated you the way that he did.”

Tyrion raised his head in surprise. Staring at the woman before him.

“He should have never called the order of the Red Wedding.”

As the group became silence over the woman’s malice filled words, Jon placed his hand on top of her own. Squeezing it ever so slightly; motioning that he was there for her. She squeezed back.

Missandei stepped forward, standing slightly behind Tyrion.

“The Khaleesi wishes to speak to you all at once of your arrival. But first, your weapons please.”

Y/N went to argue once more, only choosing not due to the look she gained from both Jon and her uncle. She felt like a teenager again. Huffing she pulled her bow and arrows from her back and unclipped her sword from her waist. Handing them over to the leader of the Unsullied.

“You better not damage them. Wildlings don’t have luxuries, like a Queen, to buy new weapons when one is broken.”

“Wildlings? I thought you were a princess?”

Y/N smiled at Missandei’s confusion.

“I was a princess. Not anymore.”

Missandei continued forward.

Davos, Y/N and Jon followed the woman on the path to where the Queen awaited. Tyrion and Greyworm trailing at the rear.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jon, Y/N and Davos approached the throne room as Dothraki guards opened the doors to allow them entrance. Coming to a halt, the group cannot help but stare at the sight of the Khaleesi, sitting highly on the intricate throne.

“You stand in the presence of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful heir to the Iron Throne, rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, the Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, The Unburnt, The Breaker of Chains.”

At Missandei’s words, Jon turned and looked at Davos.

“This is Jon Snow. He's King in the North.”

Tyrion could not help but smirk. Neither could his niece.

“Thank you for traveling so far, My Lords. I hope the seas weren't too rough. And who may this be accompanying you both? I was only made aware of the presence of male guests.”

Y/N resisted rolling her eyes at the Targaryen woman.

Before Davos could introduce her, Tyrion cleared his throat.

“This is Princess Y/N of House Baratheon, my Queen. Oldest and only pure blood child of the former King Robert Baratheon of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Y/N could not hold her tongue.

“I was Princess of House Baratheon and Lannister, your Grace. But I am no longer.”

Daenerys was not sure how she felt about the woman before her. Deemed a princess but refused the title.

“Why so?”

“For the Houses in which my lineage belonged have hands soaked in blood. Mostly for the wrong reasons. I choose not to be associated with such terrors.”

Daenerys took in the woman’s words.

She continued to speak of the former support of House Stark to the Targaryen seat of the throne. Apologising for the actions of her father and more. Offering Jon Snow the position of Warden of the North if he swore to bend the knee.

Whilst the Khaleesi spoke to the trio, images flashed in Y/N’s mind. Segments of the dreams she had whilst Melisandre resurrected her those few months ago.  The voice. The language. The destruction. It was her. The Khaleesi.

“You're right. You're not guilty of your father's crime. And I'm not beholden to my ancestor's vows.”

Jon began to discuss with Daenerys about the dangers of the White Walkers and the threat the Night King held. Seeking help from the woman and her armies.

“Did you see three dragons flying overhead when you arrived?

The torches of fire flew above them. Like in her dream. As the memories of her dreams began to take control of her attention, Y/N’s eyes misted over. It was as though a mystic force was forcing her to view these images of what may be the future. Throughout the sounds of fire and screams, Y/N heard the faint sound of a bird. Calling in the distance. The sounds of a crown.

“The Army of the Dead is real. The White Walkers are real. The Knight King is real. I've seen them. If they get past the wall and we're squabbling amongst ourselves –"

He began to walk closer to the throne.

“We're finished.”

Turning away from the Khaleesi, he faced the Baratheon woman. Concerning taking over as he saw only the white of her eyes. Her Y/E/C completely gone.

Daenerys paused. Sensing the shift in atmosphere from the Northern man.

“I was born at Dragonstone. Not that I can remember it.”

Standing from the throne, Daenerys began to walk towards Jon, unaware of the cause of his concern.

“We fled before Robert's assassins could find us. Robert was your father's best friend, no? I wonder if your father knew his best friend sent assassins to murder a baby girl in her crib. Not that it matters now of course. I spent my life in foreign lands. So many men have tried to kill me. I don't remember all of their names. I have been sold like a brood mare. I have been chained and betrayed, raped and defiled. Do you know what kept me standing through all those years in exile? Faith. Not in any gods. Not in myths and legends. In myself. In Daenerys Targaryen. The world hadn't seen a dragon in centuries until my children were born. The Dothraki hadn't crossed the sea. Any sea.”

She ceased her steps as she neared the man in question.

“They did for me. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. And I will.”

Jon swivelled to face the woman.

Daenerys face fell as the colour drained from Jon’s. Following his gaze as everyone moved to stare at frozen stance of Y/N. Her face contorted in fear and anguish.

Y/N lip began to quiver as the sound of screams and fire became too much to handle. When all of the sudden, her breaths stopped. Her lips quivered no more. While Y/N eyes were still misty, her gaze was now transfixed on the Khaleesi. Her eyebrows furrowed, and terror was still apparent across her features.

Jon moved to stand closer to the woman, worried that she could collapse at any moment.

“Y/N?”

Her gaze did not waver. With her eyes on the Khaleesi, and the sound of screams and fire dissipating in her mind, Y/N uttered a warning. High Valyrian leaving her tongue as though it was her mother language. The words sending a shiver of fear down the Khaleesi’s spine.

“Ash kessa ropagon toliot se sīkuda Dārȳti.  Syt lo se suvion won't ossēnagon īlva, perzys kessa.” (Ash will fall over the seven kingdoms. For if the ice won't kill us, fire will.)

Once the words left her mouth, Y/N breathed once more. The mist in her eyes slowly evaporated; coming back to her sense.

Shaking her head, Y/N looked around at the people in the room. Confused at why the Khaleesi and everyone else looked towards her in either worry or shock.

Locking her gaze on Jon, she grabbed his hand.

“Are we done? Is it time to rest now because I have a large headache.”

No one uttered any argument. Even the Khaleesi did not object, nodding to Tyrion as a sign that the conversations was over. For now.

“Missandei, may you please show our guests to their chambers. We will continue talks on the matter shortly.”

Tightening his hold on Y/N’s hand, Jon could not tear his eyes away from his woman as they were escorted to their temporary chambers.

“Y/N?”

Continuing to walk between Jon and Davos, Y/N turned her gaze to the Onion Knight.

“Yes, Davos?”

“Do you speak more than one language fluently?”

Instantly the girl replied.

“Yes. I speak three.”

The duo awaited her answer.

“I speak our mother tongue, sarcasm, and Tormund.The man makes up his own words. You get used to them.”

The two men looked towards one another. A silent conversation discussed between them. They would need to look into this matter further tomorrow. But as for then, they were all due a rest. For the weeks ahead in Dragonstone was to become some of the most active and challenging.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------During their stay in Dragonstone, Jon had convinced Daenerys to give her hand in support against the White Walkers. Gaining sufficient amounts of Dragon glass to help prepare the weaponry for the war. Since the meeting with Daenerys, Y/N’s words were not discussed. However, the Dragon Queen kept a close eye on the Baratheon. Stunned at the woman’s words and sudden eloquence of High Valyrian. For a woman who had denounced her title and lived amongst Wildlings, Daenerys could see she was powerful. And when Y/N interacted with the Queen’s dragons for the first time, Daenerys could see how strong that power truly was.

Whilst Jon and Davos assisted with the mining of Dragon glass, Y/N had found much time on her hands. Becoming acquainted with her uncle once more, and even learning more about the ruling of the Khaleesi. She was clearly loved by many. Especially her dragons.

Y/N had not meant to wander as far as where the dragons were held. But she was bored. And with Jon out of the castle, there was not much she could do. Walking across the grounds she whistled to herself, shuffling her feet as she walked. All of a sudden, the harsh sounds of flapping wings could be heard. Y/N looked up to the sky, to see Drogon descend to the ground, Y/N quickly stepped back. Keeping a safe distance from the creature. He was the child of the Khaleesi, and Y/N felt that the Queen was still not particularly fond of her.

Once Drogon reached the ground, the dragon roared loudly into the sky. Y/N covered her ears at the screech; instantly beginning to panic. The Khaleesi probably was already on her way. Accusing her of harming her dragon.

“No. No. Please stop screeching. I am not going to hurt you. Look I am really small. I have no weapons. I’ll even take off my furs if it makes you shut the fuck up.”

In her panic ridden words, Y/N pulled of her cloak, and carefully placed it onto the ground. The dragon sensed the woman’s panic; stopping his roars. Drogon’s eyes pierced into Y/N. Watching her as she stood a mere few feet away from the creature; her arms held up in surrender.

Elsewhere in the castle, Jon had arrived at the throne room, discussing with Tyrion and Daenerys about the next step in the plan; capturing a white beyond the wall. The roar from Drogon had startled them all, causing the trio to rush to the location of the noise. Greywind, Missandei, and Davos all hot on their trails as they emerged from their own locations.

But when they arrived at the heart of the noise, no one could believe their eyes. For Y/N no longer stood far away from the dragon; fear and panic taking over her features. But she stood next to the dragon’s enormous head, stroking the creature’s snout in a soothing matter. Rhaegal and Viserion had arrived between the time it took for the group to arrive. Each at either side of Drogon. All staring at Y/N in the same content and soothed manner.

“One night, I hold on you Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, you Castamere, Castamere, Castamere, Castamere A coat of gold, a coat of red A lion still has claws And mine are long and sharp, my Lord As long and sharp as yours.”

Daenerys slowly stepped forward. Y/N still blissfully unaware of the group.

“What is she singing?”

Tyrion came to stand by his Queen.

“It is the song of House Lannister, my Queen.”

Y/N never let her eyes drift from the dragon’s. Resting her own head on its snout as her hand travelled to stroke the dragon’s neck. She felt a connection with the creature.

“And so, I speak, and so I speak A girl of House of the Dear. And now I weep, and now I weep For the friends who are no longer here.”

Tyrion exhaled a deep breath.

“That my Queen… is not part of the song of House Lannister or Baratheon.”

“No.”

Everyone’s gaze locked on Y/N. Surprised that she had finally acknowledged their presence.

“It is part of me.”

Jon held his breath at her words. Watching in sorrow as a tear not only fell from Y/N’s eyes, but the three dragons as well.

Daenerys raged within. She was powerful indeed. If she had been able to connect with her children, moving them to tears, Daenerys would have to do all she can to keep the woman on her side. For even though Y/N did not wish for the seven kingdoms, Daenerys knew that she could still grasp it from the Targaryen’s hands.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When the night drew in, Y/N and Jon travelled to their chambers. Aware that their days ahead would be filled with difficult decisions and extreme conditions.

Even though the pair had shared chambers throughout their travels, they still ceased to have consummated their relationship. Both feared what the physical action could change between them. They knew of their love for one another. They had died for each other and would do so again. And yet neither had uttered those words. But in a world, such as their own, change was inevitable.

Once the duo had entered their chamber, Y/N discarded of her furs once more, pulling of her boots and untucking her shirt. Jon could see that she was still emotional. It seemed her emotions from her moment with the dragons had not dissipated.

Jon would usually leave Y/N to unchanged for bed, changing in one of the large bathrooms down the hall. However, he could not seem to have it in him to leave her alone at this moment.

Y/N began to get more frustrate with herself as she tried and failed to unbuckle her sword. Jon watched as she quickly gave up the task, holding her head in her hands in frustration. She had not felt this overwhelmed since the moment Jon arrived in the Wildling’s camp. Seeing her uncle again, the segments of dreams, her moment with the dragons, and the tension she felt from Daenerys, all became too much. Tears fell from her eyes and into her hands.

Jon’s heart broke at the sight of Y/N crying. He had only seen her cry few times of the years they spent together. Most of which had been the last few years. He missed when times were easier, brighter, happier. When all he thought about was marrying her. He still thought about it. But this game had clouded his brain; stealing time that he could have had with her. He did not want any more time to be lost.

Walking across the room, Jon lowered to his knee in front of Y/N. Pulling her hands away from her face, Jon wiped away the tears that rolled down her cheeks. Slowly placing his lips onto her own, gently caressing his mouth across hers. He wanted her to know he was there. That he had always been there. Y/N reciprocated the gesture. Allowing her arms to travel to the man’s hair, pulling his raven locks free from its confines. Enveloping her hands through the tresses. Jon could not help but moan at the feeling. Pulling back, he muttered the words that had always been there. But had never been said.

“I love you, Y/N Baratheon. I loved you from the moment you arrived with your father for your annual visit when I was 12 years old. I loved you then and I love you now.”

Jon waited for a reply. The room filled with silence. Y/N’s hands still in his hair as she stared at the man in disbelief. Jon began to regret his decision when suddenly, Y/N began to giggle. The giggle soon turned into a boisterous laugh as a large smile overtook her face.

Jon looked on in hurt and confusion.

Seeing his confused state, Y/N pulled Jon’s face down to her own, placing a chaste kiss onto his mouth.

“I love you too, Jon Snow. There was a reason I did not want to marry Robb. I had another Stark in mind.”

“Me?”

Y/N giggled, her right hand moving to hold Jon’s neck.

“No, Sansa. Yes, you. It has always been you Jon.”

To say he was elated would be an understatement. That moment, Jon knew however this game ended, if Y/N was by his side, he could withstand the most ruthless leaders and most horrendous torture, as long as she was alive.

With the confessions of their love, the moment elevated their relationship emotionally and physically. For that night Y/N and Jon became each other’s half. Consummating their relationship… more than once. Deep down, they had always known that they held love for each other, but they both had to grow as people; as their own individuals.

The cherished moment seemed to have sparked a light in the pair. For after that night, they refused to leave each other’s side. Words of love and encouragement shared in intimate moments. They still caused trouble for each other as much as they did when they were younger, but now all Y/N and Jon could feel was each other’s love. And they would both do anything to keep the other safe.

The duo and Davos soon saw their group expand. Heading to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea to capture a White Walker, they had gathered Tormund, Jorah Mormont, Gendry, Sandor Clegane, Thoros, Beric Dondarrion, and a few others along the way. With the loss of Thoros, a few other men, as well as Viserion at the hand of the Night King. Jon and his group had travelled to Kings Landing, to ask for the assistance of Queen Cersei against the White Walkers. Y/N had refused to attend. Her mother and uncle Jaime still blissfully unaware of her livelihood. She could not face her mother, after everything she had done. Not yet.

Winterfell was their next adventure. Travelling by boat with the Khaleesi and her hands, Jon wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist. The same as he did all those months ago when they had voyaged to Dragonstone. She turned in his hold, running her hands over the man’s shoulders.

“Are you ready? Ready to be back in Winterfell. With your family. With me.” she questioned her partner.

Jon looked down at the woman in his arms.

“I have never been so ready for anything else.”

“Neither have I.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Laying in the chambers that had once been his brothers, Jon turned to his side to see Y/N still fast asleep. Tired from the journey they had taken to Winterfell with the Khaleesi and her army. She had been feeling more tired in the past few weeks, blaming it on the numerous exertions beyond the wall, having to deal with Jon and Tormund every day, and her body still getting used to being alive once more.

Jon admired his beloved, wrapping his arm around the woman, pulling her to lay as near to him as possible. He watched as Greywind slowly move closer to the bed, placing his head on top of Y/N’s stomach. Jon dismissed the action, not thinking anything of the creature’s behaviour.

A smile overtook the man’s face. Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on Y/N’s forehead, smiling even wider when her own face broke out into a sleep filled smile. Still unconscious, Y/N reached out her hand in Jon’s direction. Jon instantly tangling it with his own. Laying his head down to rest, Jon shut his eyes. They would both need sleep to prepare themselves for the inevitable war.

However, what both of the wild spirits failed to realise that they no longer had to keep each other safe, but also the life that was growing as they slept. Greywind nuzzled Y/N’s stomach, hearing a small heart beat loud and clear.

For Jon may have thought to have been a bastard and Y/N a princess of House Baratheon and Lannister, but their child would be so much more. A child of the Houses Targaryen, Lannister, Baratheon, and Stark. A child of the Wildlings and rightful heir to the Iron Throne. A child of the North, South, East and West. A child that would create a new world.

A/N- Woah, three weeks of non-stop writing as well as exams. My next piece is either going to be Podrick or Sandor Clegane. So please, send your ideas. I hope you enjoyed this one.

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Chapter 10: Welcome Home, Henry

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Henry took a deep breath as he looked up at the Foxhole Court. He was a nervous ball of excited energy, emotions matching the bright shade of orange that surrounded him, almost too much to handle. He’d always loved cheerleading, but hadn’t exactly had the option to pursue that at Aglionby.

It wasn’t ‘a proper demonstration of masculinity’, whatever that meant. Henry smiled, remembering the fit that Blue had thrown when she first heard that phrase. He didn’t much care for the concept of masculinity himself. He just wanted to cheer, to yell, to tumble across the floor, and to be part of something bigger than himself. He wanted to put all his energy to a good use, and cheerleading seemed like a fun way to do that. Plus, he could be close to his friends that way. Exy wasn’t his forte, but he could, at least, make sure to be at all the games. This was his chance. With just one full week left before school started, the Vixens were holding open tryouts, followed by a week-long cheerleading camp. If he made it in today, he’d be set.

His phone started ringing, interrupting his thoughts. It was his mother’s ringtone. He ran his hand through his spiky hair and sighed as the country twangs blasted from his phone, then reluctantly answered. “Hey, mom.”

“I thought you were taking a gap year.”

Henry sighed again. “Not even going to start with a hello?”

His mother continued as if she didn’t hear him. “You’re welcome to start school right away, of course, but I would prefer to be told before you just show up in Palmetto.”

Henry rolled his eyes. “I stopped in to say hi to the Gang,” he told her. He really didn’t want to have the cheerleading discussion until after he made the team, assuming he did. “How did you know I was in Palmetto?”

“I always know where you are.”

“As much as I appreciate the in-case-of-kidnapping precautions,” he groaned, “I’d really rather you did not use them until after I get kidnapped.”

She laughed. “I didn’t, actually. One of my acquaintances was passing through and mentioned seeing you at the airport in Columbia. Complete coincidence. I hadn’t spoken to him in years, but he called to ask if I had any more magical items like RoboBee. Not RoboBee specifically,” she said hurridly, “but anything else along those lines.”

“I’m not asking Ronan if they have anything else lying around, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Oh, no,” she said airily, “I’ll ask the older Lynch boy about that. I was just wondering why you were in Palmetto. Enjoy seeing your friends. Keep an eye out.” She hung up before he could respond.

Mood soured, Henry picked up his backpack and started walking around the Court building. He knew the tryouts were here, and that he was on time but he wasn’t sure where -- there it was. A gate was open with a sign that said Cheerleading Tryouts and a large arrow pointing through. At least he knew where he was going now. Henry followed the arrows until he could hear music going. He walked through a final open door and found himself standing on the edge of the court.

It was a stunning view.

He was a little overwhelmed by the space. This was a proper stadium, so it was huge, and it was so orange why is this place so orange. Girls and guys alike were milling around on the court, warming up and chatting with each other.

A tall, redheaded girl ran up to him as he was taking in the view. “Hi! Are you here for tryouts?”

He flashed her a grin. “Sure am!”

“Sweet! I’m Katelyn. Come on over here, we will get you signed up.” She led him towards a table set up on one end of the court. “I’m excited to see you here. We always have plenty of girls come to tryouts, but we usually need to go recruiting to add boys to our ranks,” she grimaced. “Apparently they all think they’re ‘too manly’ for cheerleading.”

Henry laughed. “I went to an all-boys school, and we didn’t even have cheerleaders for that very reason.”

Katelyn groaned. “Sounds just about right, for the patriarchy. At least you’re not like that. Or, I assume you’re not, since you’re trying out. Do you have any cheerleading experience?” She eyed him up and down. “You look a little wiry to be lifting girls.”

Henry laughed. “Yeah, I haven’t done any of that,” he admitted. “I have done gymnastics though, and am decent at tumbling. Also my friends constantly accuse me of having too much energy for my own good, so I’ve got that going for me.”

She laughed. “An abundance of energy will help, yes. Come on, I’ll introduce you to Coach.” She pointed out various cheerleaders as they weaved through the crowd of hopefuls. “That’s Laura. She throws the best parties. That’s Pete, we dragged him in here freshman year and he stuck around. That’s Marissa.” She paused for a second as the brown haired girl walked past. “Are you straight?”

“Excuse me?”

“We have a bet going on,” Katelyn explained. “Marissa seems to have a knack for only flirting with boys who are not into girls. You don’t have to answer, but it would be fun to add you into the test pool, if you will.”

Henry smirked. “I’ll let you know if she flirts with me.”

Katelyn raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the subject. She pointed out a few more cheerleaders before they came to a table. “And this here is Coach Taylor.”

The coach was about Henry’s height if you accounted for the extra inch his hair gave him. She shook his hand firmly. “Hello, young man. I’m Samantha Taylor but these hooligans call me Coach Sam. Welcome to tryouts. What’s your name?”

“Henry Cheng, ma’am.”

Her iron grey eyes seemed to pierce his soul as she gave him a once over. “You look like you’re probably good at tumbling.”

Henry grinned. “That’s my specialty.”

A smile split her serious face, transforming her almost into another person. “I’m glad to hear that. Go warm up, I’ll look forward to seeing your skills.” He did so, chatting a bit with the many girls and handful of guys he saw while he stretched as thoroughly as he could. The Vixens as a whole seemed very nice, but Henry could tell that Katelyn was going to be his favorite.

Soon the tryouts were officially underway. Coach Sam took charge, leading the whole group through a short routine and then testing them on it in smaller groups. They did some cheers and some test lifts. Henry was new to this bit, but the others were helpful and encouraging. He wasn’t sure if he was doing well, but he was definitely having a lot of fun. Then it was time for tumbling skills, his chance to shine. He stood at the end of the mat, received his signal to go from Coach Sam, and took a deep breath.

run run roundoff handspring flip handspring handspring aerial

He stuck the landing with a flourish and looked over to where Coach Sam and her assistants were sitting with big grins. Katelyn ran up to him. “That was great!” she said enthusiastically. “We haven’t had any guys that could do proper aerials in ages! You’re going to be so much fun to work with!”

He gave her the trademark Henry grin. “I’m sure looking forward to it, assuming I make it in.”

“Oh, you will,” she stated. “I’ll take it up with C.S. myself if you don’t.”

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The results were posted and Henry was in. Almost all of the boys who had come to tryouts were in, except for a creep who had been thrown out after a rude comment to one of the girls. Still, he was the only boy who got a high five from the Coach, so that was something.

“Welcome to the team,” Katelyn said as everyone packed up their stuff. “Most of the team is going to go get pizza tonight. You in?”

Henry smiled but shook his head. “I’ve got some friends on the Exy team that I want to track down tonight.”

Katelyn raised an eyebrow. “You’re from Henrietta then?” Henry nodded, surprised. “My boyfriend is on the team. He’s been complaining about the freshman this year.” She smiled. “I’ve heard something about a pet bird.”

Henry laughed. “That would be Chainsaw. Ronan thinks he’s so edgy.”

Katelyn laughed. “Well, the Exy team is having a movie night, and I was off to it.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Do your friends know you made the team?”

“They don’t even know I’m in the country right now,” he replied. “Want to help me surprise them?”

“Absolutely!” Katelyn fired off a quick text which was answered almost immediately. “They’re in the girls’ dorm room tonight. Do you need a ride over or do you have a car?”

“A ride would be great, as long as I get shotgun.” They headed to the parking lot and hopped into her car. Katelyn fired it up and drove towards the dorms.

“So what brings you to Palmetto, exactly? Did you come here specifically to be a Vixen or did you just like the school?”

“My friends all came here,” Henry responded. “I’m closer to them than I am to any family I have remaining, and I couldn’t leave them behind for long.” Katelyn’s eyes were soft. “As for cheerleading, I’ve always wanted to do it, but it wasn’t a deal breaker for college. I’d find something else to keep me busy, but it will be fun to watch the Squad at their games.”

“The games are great,” Katelyn agreed. “How did you meet the Squad?” Her lip twitched at the last word.

“Oh, fancy rich kid boarding school, you know how it goes.” Henry waved a hand airily. “You scare a boy half to death and he adopts you into his magical myth-hunting squad.”

Katelyn laughed heartily as they pulled into the parking lot. “That sounds like a story I need to hear sometime.” She parked her car and they headed into the building. “I’m going to stop by my room and change real quick. Would you like to do that?” Henry agreed, and they took turns in her bathroom. The dorms were fairly nice, in Henry’s opinion. Once they had both freshened up a bit they climbed the stairs to the 6th floor.

Katelyn pointed out the correct door. “I usually just walk in since they know I’m coming. Do you want to know or would you rather sneak in behind me?”

“I have an even better idea.” He reached into his bag and pulled out RoboBee, which he handed to her. “This is RoboBee. I can control her from my phone, so don’t be surprised if she moves, okay?”

Katelyn inspected it. “Isn’t one of your teammates deathly afraid of bees? Aaron told me that all three of the boys freaked when a wasp got into the room. Matt had to go kill it for them.”

“Blue told me all about that one. Gansey is allergic to bees, but he knows RoboBee. Plus, if I scare him again that’ll just be a bonus!”

Katelyn laughed and took the bee. “This will be interesting then.” She opened the door and walked in. “The fun has arriiiiiiived! Thank you very much.”

“Stop quoting the movie before Neil sees it!” a boy called. The door swung shut behind her. He typed some instructions into the RoboBee app and waited. The commotion started about 30 seconds later. “A bee! A bee! Everyone hold still, I’ve got this!” said an unknown voice. Then there was Blue. “Hold up, that’s RoboBee! Don’t smash it!! HENRYYYYYYYYYY!” She threw the door open and launched herself at Henry, tackling him to the ground as RoboBee buzzed in circles around them.

Blue had her true smile on. “You’re supposed to be in Venezuela!” She helped him up and gave him a hug. “Also you scared Gansey shitless, I hope you know.”

Henry laughed. “I wanted to surprise you guys. The scare was a bonus.” He looked up to see Gansey himself in the doorway, looking a little shaken but overall happy. “Gansey-boy!” It’s good to see you!”

“It’s a pleasure to see you as well!” Gansey replied before joining the hug.

Some more faces came to the doorway. “So this is the famous Henry,” Captain Wilds said. “Blue talks about you even more than she does her own boyfriend.

He chuckled. “I hope you haven’t gotten any ideas about that working out,” he said to Blue.

She shoved him away. “In your dreams, weirdo.”

“She didn’t even mention that you’re cute as hell,” a boy said. Henry was pretty sure that it was number 8, Nicholas Hemmick. “That’s a crucial detail.”

“Depends on who you ask, I think. Where are Adam and Ronan?”

“Oh, they’re in here,” Captain Wilds said.

“Yes, Ronan has missed you,” Blue said loudly.

“Shut up, maggot!”

“He even said you can get glitter in his car any time.”

“I did NOT!”

Gansey spoke over their continued bickering. “What brings you to our lovely corner of the world, Cheng? Last we heard you were still in Venezuela.”

“You’re talking to one of the newest members of the Vixens,” Henry replied.

“No way!” Blue high fived him. “I thought you were going to try out in the spring!”

“I couldn’t wait. I missed you all too much,” he admitted.

“We missed you too.” Blue grinned and dragged him into the room. “Hey everyone, this is Henry Cheng, one of our best friends and apparently now a Vixen. Henry, you knew who everyone on the team was before we did, but that one-” she pointed to the Minyard twin sitting next to Neil “-is Andrew, and that one there next to Katelyn is Aaron. And on that note, we have some catching up to do so we will see you all later.” She dragged him back out of the room. “Adam, Ronan, we’ll be in your room whenever you come back.

“But you can’t just ditch movie night!” Nicky called, pouting.

“Try me!” she slammed the door. “Anyway, Henry, let’s all do a sleepover in the room tonight! It’ll be like old times!”

“We should look into the Fox Tower rules, see if we can add you to our room,” Gansey said.

“As much as I like that idea, I’m probably going to be put in a room with my fellow Vixens. I’m pretty sure we are just downstairs though, so I won’t be too far, and I wouldn’t want to bother you guys.”

Gansey looked stricken. “You’d never be a bother. You’ve been with us since-- you’re a part of us now,” he said softly.

Henry hugged him. “I’ve missed you guys.”

Both of them hugged him right back. “Welcome home, Henry,” Gansey said.

[rivet-ing-titanic]

April 30th, 1912 - American Inquiry Day 11

Pictured: Philip A.S. Franklin (left) and J. Bruce Ismay (right) during the US inquiry into the disaster.

Day 11: A first big thing that is notable about today is the fact that the first woman witness is called to testify, a first class passenger named Mrs. Helen W. Bishop. But the morning starts with a seemingly unrelated individual to the disaster, but it comes that he had insider knowledge regarding a telegram addressed to “Islefrank” or “Franklin” on Monday morning. It is later asked that the testimony be sent to the officers of Western Union Telegraph, to advise them that one of their employees is leaking information. Another seemingly unrelated character is Deputy Morgan of the United States Marshall services who was in charge of the elusive Luis Klein. Colonel Archibald Gracie was among the first class passengers who testified today. His story is one that he later captures in books that are still read to this day. His story is definitely worth reading. 

Witnesses:

Edward J. Dunn, Salesman;

Charles H. Morgan, Deputy United States Marshall;

J. Bruce Ismay, managing director of I.M.M and Managing Director of the White Star Line (recalled later in the day);

C.E. Henry Stengel, First Class Passenger, RMS Titanic;

S.C. Neale, Counsel for I.M.M;

Colonel Archibald Gracie, First Class Passenger, RMS Titanic (recalled later in the day);

Mrs. Helen W. Bishop, First Class Passenger, RMS Titanic;

Dickinson H. Bishop, First Class Passenger, RMS Titanic;

Notable Quotes/Lines of Questioning or Summarized Testimony:

Edward Dunn, was a salesman who was speaking with an acquaintance about the Titanic disaster, at which “the question arose that there were rumors that there was a telegram delivered at the Western Union office to be delivered, or a message had been received by wireless addressed to Islefrank; and the wireless people, not knowing who Islefrank was, in turn turned that telegram over to the Western Union people to deliver to Islefrank. It appears that the telegram was delivered at the White Star office between half-past 7 and 8 o'clock that Monday morning.”  Dunn is continuously asked to give the name of his informant, but he remains steadfast and will not tell the subcommittee that man’s name.

The topic of Luis Klein comes back today as Deputy Morgan is interviewed. He presents a signed paper in which Klein waives the need for official subpoena, and agrees to come from Cleveland to D.C. in order to testify. Klein made it to D.C. with the Marshall, however he snuck out of his hotel at 7a.m. one morning and has not been seen since.

Ismay takes the stand again before the senators.  He starts by explaining all the lines held and controlled under the I.M.M. Then they discuss the relationship with Harland & Wolff, Thomas Andrews and the work they have done for White Star Line.

On their contract with the British Government: “No, sir. We are supposed to use the fastest ships we have in our fleet for the conveyance of the mails, but there is absolutely no penalty attached to our not making any special speed… I think there is a minimum; or we are not allowed to put the mails into ships that will go less than 16 knots, or something like that.” – Ismay

“No, sir. We have never built a ship with Messrs. Harland & Wolff by contract at all. They have carte blanche to build the ship and put everything of the very best into that ship, and after they have spent all the money they can on her they add on their commission to the gross cost of the ship, which we pay them. We have never built a ship by contract.” – Ismay

“She might not have sunk. I think it would have taken a very brave man to have kept his ship going straight on an iceberg. I think he should have endeavored to avoid it.” – Ismay

Ismay provides copies of all messages he sent aboard the Carpathia. 

“We have given instructions that no ship belonging to the I.M.M. Co. is to leave any port unless she has sufficient boats on board for the accommodation of all the passengers and the whole of the crew.” – Instructions given by Ismay the day following his reaching New York.

“Because there was room in the boat. She was being lowered away. I felt the ship was going down, and I got into the boat.” – Ismay, on why he boarded a lifeboat.

“Mr. Chairman, I understand that my behavior on board the Titanic, and subsequently on board the Carpathia, has been very severely criticized. I want to court the fullest inquiry, and I place myself unreservedly in the hands of yourself and any of your colleagues, to ask me any questions in regard to my conduct; so please do not hesitate to do so, and I will answer them to the best of my ability…” – Ismay (for full statement: LINK)

“I have no fault to find. Naturally, I was disappointed in not being allowed to go home; but I feel quite satisfied you have some very good reason in your own mind for keeping me here.” – Ismay. Smith has asked a number of men, mainly those of higher status, to say for the record, their opinions and confirm he was acting in a correct manner. I think you can look at this one of two ways: being extremely thorough and meticulous in this investigation, or you could see it as a CYA (cover your ass) attempt because some other people he didn’t consider their feelings or desires in the slightest.

Put into record was a letter from Ismay to Senator Smith, and Smith’s subsequent reply regarding Ismay’s departure for home. (link)

“I am working night and day to achieve this result, and you should continue to help me instead of annoying me and delaying my work by your personal importunities.” Smith in his reply to Ismay

“There was no one else around, not a person I could see except the people working at the boats, and he said, ‘Jump in.’ The railing was rather high - it was an emergency boat and was always swung over toward the water - I jumped onto the railing and rolled into it. The officer then said, ‘That is the funniest sight I have seen tonight,’ and he laughed quite heartily. That rather gave me some encouragement. I thought perhaps it was not so dangerous as I imagined” – Stengel

“There was a lady had a cane, I believe, with an electric light, and she was flashing this light, and they were going to that boat, and we were going toward that boat, and there were two other boats around, so the two or three of us kept together; that is, all the boats besides our own kept together.” Stengel (see this post about the electric cane)

A letter that I.M.M Counsel Neale sent (or directed his associate to send) to the Commissioner of General Immigration that stated the passengers would arrive in Halifax, and provided incorrect number of survivors, was put on the record. This was directed by Neale based upon a message that his office received from Franklin in New York.

Colonel Archibald Gracie  – A name many are familiar with, when it comes to the sinking of Titanic. He wrote two books about his experience, one co-authored by another survivor named John B. (Jack) Thayer (Titanic: A Survivor’s Story and The Sinking of the S.S. Titanic); as well as one he wrote himself called The Truth About the Titanic. His answers and testimony are quite long so I have provided a link to his testimony here, as I think he has a fantastic story to tell. You should read it. There are many quotes I wanted to include but for space, I have not.

“That is the boat that I came to when I came up from below. I was taken down with the ship, and hanging on to that railing, but I soon let go. I felt myself whirled around, swam under water, fearful that the hot water that came up from the boilers might boil me up - and the second officer told me that he had the same feeling - swam it seemed to me with unusual strength, and succeeded finally in reaching the surface and in getting a good distance away from the ship.” – Gracie

“There was a splendid Frenchwoman, who was very kind to us, who loaned us one of her blankets to put over our heads - that is, four of us. One poor Englishman, who was the only other passenger besides Mr. Thayer and myself who was saved on this raft - he was bald, and for that reason he needed this protection, which was very grateful to him. It was very grateful to me, too. The people on the Carpathia received us with open arms, and provided us with hot comforts, and acted as ministering angels.” – Gracie

“We thought of nothing at all except the luxury of the ship; how wonderful it was.” – Mrs. Bishop

“The conduct of the crew, as far as I could see, was absolutely beyond criticism. It was perfect. The men in our boat were wonderful. One man [a lookout, though she was not sure which] lost his brother. When the Titanic was going down I remember he just put his hand over his face; and immediately after she sank he did the best he could to keep the women feeling cheerful all the rest of the time. We all thought a great deal of that man.” – Mrs. Bishop

Mr. Bishop did not have much more to say than his wife, except to pass on some hearsay about a watertight door on E deck and that the women and children order had not yet been given when they got in boat no. 7 (the first to leave the starboard side). It is somewhat unclear to me the way in which they selected passengers to testify.  Gracie makes sense but I am unsure whether the Bishops added much. However, it is of note, that the Bishops are of Michigan, and that is Senator Smith’s state.

“I only mention that fact, because they [Butt, Millet & Moore] were perfectly imperturbable, showing their confidence in the ship, that no disaster was going to take place. In fact a great deal of my testimony is given for that purpose, to show how unconcerned everybody was about this serious disaster until the very last.” – Gracie

SEE American Inquiry Day 10 post here.

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Life Lessons

Summary: you knew with the changes in your environment at home, you son Daehwi was bound to show signs at school. What you weren’t ready for was the support from his teacher, Mr Hwang.

notsosubtlekpop said:

Requests?!?! Well, you know what I would request, if you feel so inclined 😂

Pairing: Hwang Minhyun x reader ft. Daehwi

Genre: teacher au / parent au / fluff

Warnings: none

Word count: 2925

This has since become a two part series. Link to part 2 can be found at the end of this story.

You weren’t ready for this to begin. You had believed you had several years left up your sleeve until you got called into school to meet with your son’s teacher. After all, Daehwi was only six years old. What kind of havoc could he cause in the first week of school?

But you knew your son and his rambunctious ways, and as you hurried along the corridor to his classroom, you resigned yourself to the fact you were in for all sorts of things this year.

Coming to a halt outside the room you had dropped your son off at earlier in the morning before work; you took a steadying breath and rapped your knuckles on the door. You expected the teacher to call out for you to enter, but the door opened instead and you were greeted by Daehwi’s teacher.

Wait, wasn’t he a she earlier this morning? You flushed with colour at your mistake. “Oh, I think I have the wrong room.”

“Mrs L/N?” the teacher asked, smiling welcomingly at you. You blinked several times, trying to open your mouth to say something in return. Like correcting the title he had just given you.

But words seemed to be a lost cause, much like your thought process in the handsome teacher’s company.

You followed the tall man across the room, barely taking in the various art projects that had clearly filled the afternoon of class today. The teacher gestured to a chair and you glanced at it, noticing how small it was. He chuckled at your obvious stare. “Ah, the joys of teaching six-year-olds. Sorry, I don’t have any adult sized ones to offer you unless we go into my office. I thought it would be more welcoming to have our chat in here. They’re stronger than they look.”

You smiled meekly and took a seat, laughing at how ridiculous you felt as you adjusted yourself on the little chair. You glanced over at the man who now sat with his knees up far too high for it to look all that comfortable. He grinned and the tension you felt coming in to see Daehwi’s teacher subsided.

Until you realised you were still confused as to who he was. “I uh, thought Daehwi’s teacher was female this morning.”

“Oh, that would be Ms Kim. She helps out in the classroom in the mornings. She’s a teacher’s aide.”

“I see.”

He grinned and then his mouth fell ajar briefly, before he threw his hand out at you, a tinge of colour flushing his cheeks as he chuckled. “Sorry! I know who you are, but you don’t know me. I’m Daehwi’s teacher, Mr Hwang. But you can call me Minhyun.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” you replied, taking his outstretched hand and shaking it. You ignored your reaction to the way he held your hand and pulled it back, looking around the room before settling your eyes on Mr Hwang.

Minhyun.

“So uh, the message I received stated that Daehwi caused an issue today?”

Minhyun nodded, his expression turning solemn. “He is a really lovely kid, and whilst I can see no harm was intended, well, Daehwi was a little bit opinionated today and it made a couple of children in class upset.”

“I see.” You cringed, knowing that the teacher was downplaying it. You knew just how opinionated Daehwi could be.

And how adamant he was even if he had come to the wrong conclusion about something. You could still remember when you had taught him all about the colours and yet he was certain the sky was green, even if he could point out what blue was immediately from anything else.

But what colour the sky was wouldn’t be something that could get him in trouble right away. Kids say the funniest things and you were certain Mr Hwang had heard his fair share of amusing anecdotes over his years of teaching.

Minhyun cleared his throat before continuing. “I uh, just wanted to warn you perhaps about what he hears between you and your partner or husband. Whilst it’s not really my place to discuss what may or may not be said within the home, Daehwi was adamant in telling all the children at his table that fathers are useless jerks.”

You gasped, your face flooding with colour whilst Minhyun smiled weakly. You could tell he was uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as you were in this moment. For the umpteenth time this year, you felt like a failed parent.

“I’m so sorry, I never expected… you see Daehwi’s father left us earlier in the year and, oh my god I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

The teacher’s smile turned encouragingly and he nodded his head. “It’s good for me to know that there is a transitional period happening with him at home.”

“It’s my fault, I should have triple checked that he was asleep,” you continued, blinking back your tears. Minhyun was up and soon returned with a box of tissues, placing them on the table. He didn’t offer you one outright and you appreciated that, knowing had he, you would have turned into a blubbering mess. That was something you weren’t quite prepared to become in front of your son’s teacher. You had already cried far too much in front of everyone, especially Daehwi. You internally mourned for the trauma you and your ex had placed upon your child.

“We all have hard times as parents and sometimes we don’t always notice that our kids are picking up on more than what’s said. I’m sure Daehwi just wants to protect you and has chosen to vent his anger towards his paternal figure.”

You nodded slowly. “I’m so sorry again.”

“I just wanted you to know. He’s not in any trouble; I managed to distract them all from the heated conversation and will ensure to make sure that we incorporate healthy ideas in the classroom about different ways families exist. It’s actually a good thing in some ways, as we can all learn from this experience through an upcoming module.”

Just then, your son ran into the classroom, tackling his teacher who laughed heartily. “Mr Hwang, you have taken up far too much of Mummy’s time!”

“Daehwi!”

The teacher nodded happily. “You’re right, I have! Shall I let you go home now?”

“Yes please!” Daehwi then turned to you. “Can we get ice-cream on the way home?”

“We’ll see about that,” you informed and Daehwi pouted before yanking on your hand to help you up. You stood up and nodded gratefully at Mr Hwang. He smiled and waved you off.

Despite talking with Daehwi on the way home that day, it wasn’t your last time being called into school. You were seeing far too much of Minhyun after class and now you were both on a first-name basis. You no longer were meek and wounded in front of the teacher; rather, you spent a lot of time trying to come up with strategies to assist Daehwi with his misplaced anger. You could tell Minhyun was a hub of resources and the ideas he gave you were definitely working within the home. You were thankful that the meetings soon became positive ones and your son was settling into his new routine of school with little disruption.

You realised it was also helping you heal from the separation and pain you felt from being cheated on. Although you had no desire to date any time soon, you humoured your best friend when she showed you a notice on the community board in the grocery store.

“Look, it’s a group for single parents to meet up.”

“I don’t need that, Nara.”

“Y/N, you could meet some people who could connect with you more than someone like I can. I don’t even have a kid and as much as I love my adopted nephew as if he were my own, I don’t always understand what you go through with Daehwi. These people will.”

You paused in pushing your cart out to the car, pondering the idea. And then you scrunched your nose up. “I don’t think so. It’s probably just a place where people get together and whine about how hard it is to raise kids alone.”

“So? Don’t you do just that to me at times about Daehwi?”

“I do,” you agreed, smiling weakly. “I mean, I want to meet with people who feel empowered and have positive things to say too. I’ve been learning a lot of great tips for positivity in the house from Daehwi’s teacher and-”

“Ooh, Mr Hwang!” Nara cut in dreamily and you reached out to swat her away. Nara laughed and nudged you. “That teacher has been a blessing for you and Daehwi, I’ll admit. But I think you might be harbouring a crush on him.”

“Nara, don’t be silly. I couldn’t date my son’s teacher.” It sounded so odd just saying that out loud and your face flushed with colour.

“You like him!”

“He’s probably married.”

“Does he have a wedding ring on his finger?” Nara continued and you sighed exasperatedly at her.

“If I promise to go to one of these meetings will you stop going on about Minhyun?”

Nara grinned knowingly at your use of his first name but nodded firmly. You took the flyer from her hand and placed it into your bag, unloading your groceries into your car and hoping one meeting was all you would need to commit to.

The solo parents’ meeting wasn’t what you had expected. Sure there were people were littered around the room chatting about what their kids had or hadn’t done before the session was called to order. But there was a lot of structure and you were surprised when a guest speaker started talking about what impacts parenting alone can have on a child and the parent itself. You walked away not only pleased with what you learned during the session, but with the contacts for a couple of really friendly parents who made you feel welcomed. You signed your name up for the following meeting and counted down the days until Thursday arrived again. You were earlier this time, having dropped your son off at his grandparents for the night and decided to go out for dinner after the meeting as a treat to yourself. You greeted the few faces already around the room and went over to the table to collect your name badge the coordinators had out ready for the parents. You found someone staring at your name and gasped when you recognised who it was.

“Minhyun?” you asked and the tall man turned to face you, somewhat startled to see you there. He recovered and reached for your badge, handing it over. “Do teachers come along to these nights to learn from the guest speakers?”

He nodded softly. “Well, I’m sure there are a lot of various professions mingling around this room. Parents have jobs outside of the home too. I mean, that’s why you’re here right?”

“Yeah, I came last week and learned a lot.”

“You will, these sessions have helped me immensely. Some of the stuff I shared with you didn’t all come from experience but from what I picked up here,” he explained though you looked up at him in confusion. A tinge of colour crossed his face from your continued stare and he visibly jumped when another person greeted him.

“Minhyun, it was so sad you missed last week. Is Sohyunnie feeling better now?” The coordinator looked at you beside him and grinned. “Oh, you have already met our newcomer. Y/N, Minhyun is one of the parents who helped in the beginning set this all up. It’s been just over two years now, hasn’t it?”

“Something like that,” he mumbled and you nodded softly, watching Minhyun still. Not once had you considered his help came from a place of understanding what it was like to parent alone. You believed he had some amazingly normal life, and you almost laughed out loud at your quick assumption.

And the fact that you now realised there were so many ways of being normal. Your previous thinking had been so narrow-minded.

Minhyun glanced at you and then gestured to the chairs to take a seat upon. Once there, he angled himself towards you. “I have a daughter. I’ve been raising her alone for the past three years so I know what it’s like to think you’ve failed as you did when I first met you. I can’t guarantee it gets any easier; there have been times where I thought I was doing everything wrong by Sohyun. Having a group like this to turn to for advice and strength when it all feels so wrong has really helped me. I guess that’s why I poured time into helping you with Daehwi because I understood how lost you feel when it’s all suddenly different.”

“I feel so foolish; I was so self-absorbed and just thought you were a teacher who went the extra mile with your students.”

Minhyun grinned. “Well, that, regardless of being a parent, is a trait of mine.”

“Is it bad that I feel some sense of relief from finding out about you also being a solo parent?” you asked and he shook his head, still smiling. “It’s nice to know someone already in my world who understands what I’m kind of going through.”

“I admit, it’s been comforting helping you with Daehwi too.”

You shared a smile with him before the session was called into order and once again, you felt like you were in a magical place full of wisdom. Except, this time, you got to see how the words of those around you affected Minhyun, and share knowing glances with him in between scenarios that you both related to. You hadn’t felt this fulfilled in forever.

Stepping out after the meeting, you lingered in the foyer, waiting for Minhyun to catch up. When he reappeared, you smiled brightly at him. “Do you have to go home to Sohyun now?”

“No, she’s with my sister for the night. Daehwi?”

“With my parents.”

“Have you eaten yet?”  “Would you like to go for coffee?”

You both laughed at your predicament and then you nodded. “I haven’t had dinner yet. If you want, you could join me?”

“That would be great, I barely had a chance to stuff half a sandwich in before coming tonight,” Minhyun mentioned and then pointed to a local restaurant down the road. You nodded in agreement and you both started walking in that direction.

For some reason, you began to feel flutters in your stomach about going somewhere alone with Minhyun. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t spent a lot of time alone with him so far, but the difference was you weren’t surrounded by charts showing the alphabet or colourful pictures on the wall. And despite just being with a bunch of parents just now, this was a rare occasion for you to be with an adult and do adult stuff.

You swallowed at the feeble romantic voice inside your head trying to title this as a date.

Minhyun cleared his throat and you glanced up at him, blinking away your juvenile thoughts. “Y/N?”

“Mm?”

“Do you think whilst we eat dinner we could do something different from what we normally do?”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he started and despite the plume of darkness that surrounded you now that the sun was long gone from the sky, the streetlamps allowed for you to see yet another tinge of colour surface on his cheeks. Did Minhyun always blush like this or was it because you were with him outside of his usual teaching habitat?

“All we’ve done is talk about Daehwi, and now Sohyun, since we’ve known each other. Which makes sense given our initial connection.” He took a deep breath. “Do you think tonight we could just talk about us instead?”

“Us?” you repeated, feeling your stomach rejoicing far too prematurely. Minhyun coughed awkwardly and you surmised his slip-up hadn’t been in the way you immediately thought. “Oh, you mean about ourselves. Sure, I don’t get a lot of time in my day to have adult conversations with people.”

“I was hoping you would see it more as getting to know more about each other to see if there could be an us,” he admitted shyly and you snapped your focus back to his face. “If you feel comfortable with it being like that, that is.”

“As in, how you would on a date?” you questioned and Minhyun nodded.

You felt your cheeks burn from how happy you suddenly felt. And then you faltered. “Is it appropriate for a teacher to date their student’s mother?”

“Well, it’s not normal conduct, I guess.” Minhyun smiled down at you, offering out his hand. “But as one parent to another, shouldn’t we explore feelings if we experience them?”

You didn’t hesitate to slip your hand into his, his comforting grip making your heart thump faster.

You weren’t looking for someone to come into your world and shake it up even further than it had been earlier in the year. And you were sure that you would stumble and fail along the way with dating Minhyun too, if this actually progressed that far. But if there was one thing you had discovered over the past year, it was that life was all about learning.

And you couldn’t wait to learn more about Hwang Minhyun.

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