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voiceless-terror · 4 years ago

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I mean, I don’t believe in the predictive power of dreams, obviously, but still, it’s a deeply unsettling thing to find. I had Tim look into it, as I don’t entirely trust the others not to have written it as a practical joke and slipped it into the archives. - Episode 11, Dreamer

Jon stares down at the paper in his hands.

He’s had many an unkind thought towards Gertrude, his predecessor, the woman responsible for this mess and the current bane of his existence. She’s been the topic of most of his grumbling as he sorts through piles of nonsense and decaying cardboard boxes. He’s got no love lost for her, but that doesn’t mean he’s happy she’s dead. Or, specifically, to have a statement apparently predicting it through the medium of some prophetic dream. Ridiculous. He wants to feel detached, unaffected, but he can’t help the sickly sense of dread that creeps up his spine and lingers in his throat.

It was your face and the expression upon it was far more fearful than any I had seen in eight years of wandering this twilight city.

Jon doesn’t know Antonio Blake and has no reason to believe him. But he’s known something’s wrong for a long time now.

He’s never admitted it aloud, never within his assistant’s hearing range, but he can feel it, as foolish as that sounds. This miasma of wrong, of being watched, of becoming...something else, that happens every time he records a statement. Despite the academic detachment he aspires to, he does attempt to empathize with each statement-giver and get into their mindset. But what he’s doing here...it’s different. He can visualize it so perfectly, the terror in their words sticking in his throat and setting his own heart pounding, as if he were the one experiencing it and not just regurgitating it to an ancient recorder. He’s always had an ‘overactive imagination,’ as his grandmother would say, but this is relentless in its manifestation. The fear is real, not imagined. Each statement draws him further and further away from the safety he used to cling to, where the only real cases were few and far between and the most sinister things lurking out there in the world were books and the monsters within them.

And as much as he wants to linger on the false accounts and take comfort in tearing them apart, his hands automatically seek the real ones, the right ones. It’s frightening, the ease with which he finds them nowadays. Perhaps he’s a better archivist than he thinks.

She died and you’ll be next, something whispers to him. He’s being dramatic, as he’s wont to do, but it feels true. Every statement that doesn’t record correctly, every follow-up he has to qualify with an ‘I would dismiss this, but-’ is starting to add up. His nights have become restless. He often lies awake regretting that he ever took this job, that he left the relative safety of research for a position he’s not sure how to fill, his only reassurance Elias’s occasional emails that he’s ‘moving in the right direction,’ whatever that means.

Jon assumed he’d be more removed from the dangerous aspects of the job that research entailed- following up, going to locations, field work. And it’s true, he has assistants to do that for him now. Dependable, for the most part. And while he should feel safe in his tiny office with nothing but dust and paper and cobwebs (good lord, the cobwebs) he feels more unsettled and exposed than ever. He once joked he’d die of old age before getting the archives in order. But now a stroke sounds much more pleasant than whatever happened to Gertrude. If it’s true.

Perhaps it’s a joke, he thinks. Planted by one of the others, designed specifically to unsettle him. Well, it worked.

It wouldn’t be surprising. He’s...not had the best start. The promotion was a surprise, but not wholly unexpected; he knew he’d been on Elias’s radar, though he wasn’t expecting it quite so soon. He’s young and unfortunately, it shows. The way he stutters through department meetings, talking about digitization while the others, all of whom have at least a decade on him, shoot pitying looks. He stays later and later, the desire to show some sort of progress even as he discovers more mess by the day. The permanent scowl that now graces his features becomes his armor as he walks the halls and feels himself becoming the uptight, unlikable curmudgeon everyone believes him to be. The one time I measure up to expectations, he can’t help thinking.

A joke. There’s a comfort in that. At least it’s familiar.

But it didn’t record to the laptop, his traitorous mind supplies. It's a bit sad he would prefer it to be a mundane attempt at bullying rather than a real expression of the supernatural, but he supposes it’s par for the course. There were many nights as a child he wished for the same thing, for that boy to go back to taking his lunch money and the occasional beating or two instead of…still, he dismisses it from his mind. You don’t know there’s a correlation. Follow up. Disprove it.

He’s interrupted from his musings by a knock on the door and the vague outline of Martin through the frosted glass. “Come in,” he calls, attempting to inject some irritation in his voice to cover up the shakiness. “Did you need something?”

“Ah, I finished my write up for the Herbert case, was wondering if you had anything else for me?”

His hand hovers over the statement on his desk. He opens his mouth but then closes it, thinking better.

“Can you send Tim in, actually?”

______

“Sorry boss, I couldn’t find anything on this Antonio Blake fellow- well, at least with the details he provided, which were next to none. Proper spooky, though.”

Of his assistants, he trusts Tim the most with this sort of thing.

On a surface level, it wouldn’t make sense to some. Tim can be loud and gregarious: the typical, charming extrovert. But he’s not unkind and he’s a hell of a researcher, especially when something grabs his interest. He digs into statements and doesn’t let go- not unlike Sasha, though he’s a bit better at empathizing and handling things...sensitively. Easily attuned to Jon’s moods, Tim’s always been willing to lend an ear whenever he gets too in his head about cases, helping him talk things through or on several memorable occasions, go down the rabbit hole with him. He’d taken the statement from his hands with an easy smile, though his face grew serious with the nervous look Jon shot him.

And if Tim couldn’t find anything, well. Maybe it was a prank after all.

He sort of wanted it to be true, frightening as the implications were. Because then it would mean this terrible, heavy feeling on his shoulders was real, and not just the byproduct of his own mediocrity. He doesn’t want to be scared, he doesn’t want to be in danger, but at least it would provide a real reason for panic, and not just his own inability to measure up. He doesn’t want to prove them all right, collapsing under the stress of a job poorly done and so easily crumbling at a stupid, made-up statement, targeted as it may be.

“A joke, then.” Jon says, rubbing a hand at his temples, trying not to let the hurt seep into his voice. Tim makes a commiserating noise.

“You know how people are, the institute isn’t exactly popular. You remember last Halloween, when-”

“Yes, I don’t need a reminder.” Jon sighs. He’d rather not relive that day, stressful as it was. “But that wasn’t quite what I was thinking.”

Tim stares at him for a moment, uncomprehending. Jon continues, attempting to make his hands busy as he pointlessly shuffles papers.

“It’s rather pointed, isn’t it? I doubt someone off the street would create such a detailed account of the death of an...archivist as opposed to the usual ghostly drivel.”

A look of pity flickers in Tim’s eyes and Jon has to turn away. “I don’t really think anyone here would-”

“Really? You don’t?” Jon lets out a mirthless laugh, rubbing a hand across his face as he stares down at his desk. “I’m not blind. Or deaf.” The derisive snorts if he goes off on ‘needless tangents,’ how Rosie pretends to be busy whenever he approaches Elias’s office, the way his name badge still reads ‘researcher’ after months of asking for a new one. He’s basically become a pariah.

“Jon, did someone say something to you?” The words are carefully chosen and he’s leaning forward now, making as if to stand up and god forbid, do something comforting. It’s not that Jon doesn’t want the comfort; he craves it more than anything. But he’s gone without for so long he doesn’t trust himself not to break at the gentlest of touches. Being on the receiving end of Tim’s protective streak is nothing new, but he shouldn’t need his assistant looking out for him like he’s some sort of helpless infant.

He snorts derisively instead, covering up the insecurity and hurt with a sardonic, self-effacing smile. The kind he knows Tim hates. “They don’t need to. I’ve walked in on conversations, I’ve seen the way people go quiet, the looks they give me-”

“Hey,” Tim’s voice is low, like he’s dealing with a frightened animal. Jon wonders how he looks, if Tim’s going this soft. “Don’t listen to them, alright? You inherited a mess, we all did- but we’re doing our best, yeah? Study and record, like Elias said.” Jon doesn’t dodge the hand that finally lands on shoulder, and he’ll deny to anyone that he leaned into it.

“Study and record.” He repeats listlessly, slumping back down into his seat. He’s let himself get too worked up, acting like a child instead of a boss. He’s not sure when he started wearing his heart on his sleeve, but Tim’s always been good at reading him. Though he’d rather people think him an arrogant ass than the seething mess of insecurity he truly is.

“Atta boy.” The pat to his shoulder is purposefully light, devoid of Tim’s usually friendly force that sends him stumbling forward. “Now get out of here at a normal time, alright? We can grab lunch tomorrow. Just the two of us, if you like.”

Jon makes a noncommittal grunt, though the thought is nice. He entertains the idea for just a moment, remembering their occasional outings back in research. Tomorrow he’ll make his excuses. He hasn’t been much of a friend as of late, and he’s not sure he deserves the kindness of company.

“And if there’s anyone that needs a stern talking to from me, I-” Tim wags a finger and Jon rolls his eyes, ignoring the pang of warmth the words send through his chest.

“Don’t, please. It’s fine.” It isn’t. “But...thank you, Tim.”

“Course.” A wink and a sloppy salute to lighten the mood, and Jon feels the tension in his posture ease minutely as Tim shuts the door behind him.

He lets out a breath and reaches for the tape recorder. He’s wasted too much time already.

Be careful. There is something coming for you and I don’t know what it is, but it is so much worse than anything I can imagine. At the very least, you should look into appointing a successor.

Good luck.

He fights a shiver as the man’s voice leaves him and the last vestiges of that twilight world fade back to his dimly-lit office. In his follow up, he tries to play it off as a joke. A bit of hazing for the new boss. And yet the uneasiness still creeps into his voice, and he ends another tape on a stilted, half-believed note.

If this is genuine…

Jon prays that it isn’t.

And like most of his prayers, it goes unheard and unanswered.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32165071

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thompsborn · 4 years ago

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do you have any spare ironhusbands or sambucky headcanons?

ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

oh my god okay i’ve been so fucking wrapped up in both ironhusbands and sambucky and absolutely nothing else for WEEKS because of tfatws (obviously if you have seen my endless spam of reblogs but can you BLAME ME) and the portal closed has ironhusbands so i’ve been just. oh my god i am happily drowning in this and them and i do not need nor want air. ok.

also these are all hc’s based just in canon not au, and lol warning this got so long help me, though my brain is so scrambled from tfatws finale that all sambucky thoughts are scrambled and jumbled so i wasn't able to coordinate them as well as ironhusbands so the ironhusbands section is definitely longer pfighf i'm so sorry i'm like this

ironhusbands:

when they met at mit tony didnt know shit. like. like nothing. he didnt know a single god damn thing about anything. like he was a genius he could solve any equation given to him and baffled professors when he was handed like two supposedly impossible equations to this fuckin fourteen year old and he just looked at them with like a mcdonalds burger or some shit hanging out of his mouth and just answered them no problem, but he was still such a hopeless idiot, and rhodey, also a genius attending as a sixteen year old, had to teach him the basics of life, like. making toast. tony how do NOT know how to make toast. its TOAST. you put it in the TOASTER. have you NEVER SEEN A—OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU FUCKING CATCH IT ON FIRE—

he does not perfect the clearly impossible task of making toast until he is 17 and rhodey buys him a cake to celebrate the momentous occasion even though tony went though 528 toasters

you are gold by the national parks. thats it. thats all i have to say. listen to the song and look up the lyrics. you’ll get it.

and also paper planes by jon bellion but specifically for after rhodey tells tony he’s gonna join the air force and tony is worried but doesnt know how to show it and they have like a chill night in and all tony can think about is how stupid he is and how he’s such a coward because he cant get himself to tell rhodey that hi!! i love u!! and im scared to lose u and that you’ll get hurt and maybe die or smth!!

when rhodey finds out about how tony was raised (going with mcu, where tony wasnt physically abused but more emotionally neglected and ignored by howard and always talked down to and compared to others and wasnt treated like he was worthy and never was told he was loved and everything like that) he gets PISSED. like he is MONUMENTALLY angry. and it takes YEARS for him to find out about this too. and it actually puts a bit of a strain on their friendship for awhile when they meet too

like rhodey knows about the starks obviously and he assumes tony is going to be this obnoxious arrogant rich boy asshole and is so not looking forward to being roommates but he was raised to have an open mind and give everyone a chance, but tony was raised to be wary of everyone and keep his walls up and his emotions in shackles because whatever he shows can be used against him, so they clash, you know? they dont fight or anything but theres tension bc it isnt right and they dont get each other.

rhodey tries to be nice and tony doesnt understand nice because his only example of nice is jarvis and his mom and even then his mom and jarvis are always off with his dad so he barely sees them so its still rare for him to experience the nice of them so he doesnt know how to be around someone nice all the time, and so he gets defensive and thinks about how howard drilled it into him to be wary and he thinks maybe rhodey isnt ACTUALLY nice but someone PRETENDING to be

and rhodey starts to feel justified in assuming the worst about tony stark because tony is all cold and distant and rude and is about to stop the keeping an open mind thing about a month into their first year but then he comes back to their dorm early from class one day and tony doesnt come in so rhodey is just standing there and watches for a minute as tony sits there staring down at his twenty sixth attempt at a letter he wants to send his mom becauss he knows his mom likes letters even though he could just call but they havent really called him (howards fault but he’s fourteen still and its hard to rationalize that howards busy life and controlling thumb extends past his son) and rhodey is just confused because tony just suddenly sighs and sniffles a bit and murmurs “this is so stupid” and crumbles up the paper and throws it in the garbage and rhodey cant help but peer into it and barely sees the words hey mom scribbled at the top and that. that. hm. okay.

so rhodey keeps trying because he wasnt supposed to see that but he did and now he kind of has a feeling that maybe tony isnt all that cold and distant and rude as he seems, maybe he just doesnt really know how to be any different, so he thinks about all the subtle little ways that his family has shown him they care about him and starts to invite tony to go get food or to study together even though neither of them really need to study or to help each other with assignments or just anything thats mundane enough to not raise suspicion but still starts to open the door and make tony relax around him just that little bit and then before tony realizes it the end of their first year is there and theyre like friends or something and it hits him that he’s gonna miss rhodey.

for the first time ever there’s someone other than his mom and jarvis that he’s actually going to miss.

rhodey grins at him and says that they’ll be roommates again next year because they have to be and that the summer will be over before they know it and the sentiment is nice but tony spends the summer alone wandering around a house too big and empty after being in a dorm that’s small and has a friend.

but rhodey doesn’t know this. like he knows that tony isn’t the kind of guy he originally assumed but he doesn’t know that he’s literally ignored and neglected and like emotionally and sometimes verbally abused so he’s kind of surprised when the next year begins and they DO end up being roommates again (because tony kind of asked his mom, on a rare day when he got to see her and howard wasnt around, to get mit to make sure they could be) and tony just HUGS him like its been years and they’ve known each other forever but he goes with it and hugs him back because maybe tony’s just more affectionate once he gets to know someone and rhodey is okay w that.

they get closer as the years go by and they graduate from mit together and they’re BEST friends and at the end of the year rhodey invites tony to spend new years eve w his family but tony cant bc howard is having some kind of gala starting at 5 because hes weird and dumb and tony hates it and he also isnt given the option of not going even though he doesnt want to but the entire way there howard drills into him about not fucking up and berates him for all the times he has in the past and when they get there tony is already just not feeling it so he’s like nope!! no!! i simply cannot!!

so he goes in and finds an exit thats in the back and he leaves and finds a fucking payphone of all things and he has rhodeys home number memorized for years now and he calls and someone he doesnt knoe answers and theres music in the background and voices and tony’s entire stomach is in his throat and his heart is sunken into his twisted gut because he just wanted one night where maybe he could smile next to his parents and feel like he fit with them but he couldnt have that and he asks to talk to rhodey and then he is and asks if its too late to accept his invite and rhodey is like yeah of course do u need my address bc its still only 5 pm and its a 2 hour drive between south philadelphia and manhattan so he’d make it with plenty of time before it got to midnight so yay

and tony is like. oh. hm. i dont know how to drive actually. that was a thing that no one ever thought to teach me even though i asked about it about ten million times. and rhodey is used to tony not knowing how to do things that most people their age can (see: the toast) and plus its not uncommon for people from new york to not drive anyway so he doesnt think anything of it and instead asks for tony’s address to come pick him up instead and they’d still make it back by like 9-9:30 so that would work too

and thats when tony is like. well.

about that.

he might be calling from a payphone.

on a random street corner.

and its kind of raining. and he’s cold. and he’s a bit dulled out from everything so he doesn’t really think about the fact that admitting this is going to lead to having to explain what happened and also why and that is happens often. but that doesnt matter because he kind of just wants to be with his best friend and not back at that gala with his dad right now.

rhodey is like,,, ok. ok. wheres a coffee shop nearby u can wait in. and tony thankfully is by a 24 hour one and tells him the name and the street corner its closest to and rhodey is like i’ll be there asap and tony goes and he waits.

a two hour drive turns into an hour and a half because rhodey is Worried™

but when he walks in tony goes from being all dulled out to being all HOLY SHIT because rhodey has a SPLIT LIP and he’s like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHAT THE FUCK WHAT

and rhodey’s like no no its good my uncle was having fun and trying to wrestle with me and he accidentally elbowed me its all good man dont worry about it

tony isnt used to accidentally being hurt tho so he’s still like hmmm but he takes rhodeys word on it and they head out and tony wont say what happened or why he was calling from a payphone ?? which btw tony literally only was able to do bc there happened to be dropped change on the ground because boy would not have change on him ok, but rhodeys like alright lets go with this for now

so they gets to the rhodes house and it is in full swing with family and extended family and adopted family bc they are 100% the family that just adopts the neighborhood kids and the people who have no one else and like ex boyfriends and ex girlfriends even after the relationship ends bc they still are family despite not dating whoever it was they had been dating in order to be introduced to them so its a LOT of people and tony is like. this is semi familiar in terms a lot of people but this is NOTHING like what he has ever seen before holy fucking SHIT

rhodey is just like oh u have a small family then? so ur used to smaller gatherings?

and tonys like wtf are gatherings

and rhodey is starting to get a feel for what might be wrong but just takes tony inside to get him changed because he’s not spending new years eve at the rhodes house in a fucking expensive suit ok

tony is completely out of his element and like he’s not the only white guy there bc again the rhodes adopt people and those people are of every race and nationally you can imagine but he just isnt used to the vibe there are people laughing and sitting close together and playing games and theres music playing but not like classy music its music people can dance to and are dancing to and the food isnt the food he’s used to at galas and shit and nothing is what he’s used to and he just sticks to rhodey’s side like a fucking lost puppy and tries his best not to look like an idiot when rhodey introduces him to people and a lot of them know who he is but dont judge him or assume shit about him bc obviously if he’s friends w rhodey then he’s a good guy and they want to know him and thats enough

but tony is v overwhelmed bc what the FUCK IS HAPPENING this is nothing like anything he has ever experienced EVER

so eventually rhodey can tell he’s getting overwhelmed and takes him inside and lets him have a breather and then asks him about whats going in and thats when rhodey learns about what tonys life at home is really like and. anger.

SO MUCH anger

because not only has every single assumption he has ever made about tony been proven wrong, but now he knows that the best person he knows has never been treated the way he deserves and has never known a true home and comfort and love and safety and

and he’s gonna fix it

and this is the first step

so he takes tony back out and they’re still just friends but this is the day they both quietly realize they might kind of definitely like each other as more because tony is still so confused by the fact that what he knows isnt the normal and overwhelmed by how much there is and how different it is but rhodey holds his hand as a grounding point and whenever it might be too much they move off to the side where they arent completely gone but its less hectic and a bit more quiet and its just nice

tony goes to rhodeys house for every holiday despite whatever howard says

rhodey decks howard the only time they ever meet before tonys parents die and he has the most shit eating grin on his face afterwards that tony cant help but lose his shit laughing his ass off

anyway i didnt mean to ramble for so long about that specific idea so i’ll end the ironhusbands ramble with this one last thought, which is as follows:

rhodey gets hurt in the air force at some point, and it isnt that bad tbh but he does have to go the hospital and shit and gets stitches or whatever idk i dont know what specifically happens i just think it’d be just bad enough that it takes him a few weeks to be able to go back to work but he’s not like OH GOD HURT yk?

but like stated above tony was scared and worried when rhodey told him he was gonna go into the air force so he hears about this and they’re probably like almost 30 at this point because they’re dumb and it takes them forever to get their heads out of their asses (i say this even though in the portal closed it takes them even longer but i digress) rhodey has like his mon his sister his niece visiting him and they were worried but they know hes fine so theyre just talking and in a good mood and then—

door slams open. tony stark enter stage left. disheveled suit, fresh from a meeting he definitely was not supposed to leave, having flown in from maibu the second he heard and then had happy drive him and then got impatient because of traffic and ended up sprinting like ten blocks while happy was like what the FUCK

of course rhodeys family are well aware that these idiots are desperately in love with each other so they’re just like lol ok and just leave the room while tony starts fretting over him like he’s about to die himself if he doesnt know if rhodey is okay and rhodey is like tony tony dude tones stop tony im okay tony stop it

until finally tony just fucking breaks down like full on tears in his eyes voice cracking hands clasped as he leans against rhodeys bed and tells him that he was so scared and he is so scared all the time whenever rhodey is out there because all he can think about is losing him and him getting hurt or dying and it’s maddening and this is when they get their heads out of their asses and kiss for the first time

(irony at its finest bc later when they are married and tony becomes iron man rhodey refuses to not have a suit of his own because if tony is going out there in a metal flying tin can then he isn’t going alone and wow what a power couple)

sambucky:

firstly i’m going to go post tfatws, but i’ll make a bullet point before going into it so if you wanna read up until that point you can but most of this will be random little headcanons based post tfatws

also it isnt like a whole plotline thing like the ironhusbands ones ended up being these ones are more random and kinda all over the place but loosely connected

update from after writing this: i lied

let me start by saying my interpretation of why they are the way they are in civil war is because of steve

thats not saying steve is the bad guy i mean to say that they’re jealous of each other because they thought that THEY were steve’s best friend who the fuck is THIS guy i dont want him here go away

children. they are children.

which i find very funny to imagine from sams pov because he literally is a licensed therapist and would 100% recognize why he’s acting how he is but he’s petty enough to do it anyway

and also he literally was helping steve track bucky down but i like to imagine that sam didnt think they’d ever really find him again and it’d just make him and steve like super mega best friends or something because hes a CHILD

and then from bucky’s pov steve goes through all this trouble to find him and protect him and then this random guy is acting like steve’s best friend and gets to sit in the front seat ??? bullshit. absolutely bullshit. worst thing ever. so stupid.

its so funny to me okay its SO funny

its like that schoolyard thing where your friend makes another friend and you hate it so much that you do something stupid like color on their drawing or put gum in their hair or whatever but they’re adults with 1. super soldier serum or 2. a superhero reputation/avengers status and suit with wings. so thats a thing.

post civil war i dont think they get much yk. because bucky is out in cryo and team cap is on the run and i doubt theyre able to return to wakanda much, if at all, and then it’s infinity war and then it’s endgame and after endgame there’s the aftermath and the aftermath is a mess

i like to think they have some moments before tfatws though. not many but enough for that slight foundation thats we can kind of see in episode 2 yk.

okay NOW it gets into post tfatws so!!

SO post tfatws everything is different because now they not only have spent all this time together, but they understand each other in a way that they didn’t before. in a way no one ever has. not even steve, who may have known them before, but he isn’t here anymore and he wouldn’t understand who they are now vs who they were before and it’s different.

bucky finds comfort in sam’s home town. sam finds comfort in watching bucky find a home there and he doesnt know why.

also sam treats redwing like a puppy and lets him fly around on his own and gets pet and stuff and bucky acts annoyed but the longer it happens you can tell he’s like “oh my god why is this thing endearing”

bucky has nightmares and sam knows this but bucky doesnt know that sam also has nightmares until one night when they’re still in sams home town and they’re staying on the boat because sams nephews are having a sleepover with some friends and they didnt want to get in the way or smth idk i just want an excuse for them to be on the boat and somewhat secluded from people but bucky already woke up from his nightmare and is out on the deck to get some fresh out and then oop

sam havin a nightmare too

because fucking of COURSE sam has nightmares he has been through some shit too!! not being able to catch riley and everything that happened since meeting steve and thanos and he turned to dust alone in the bushes ok like yes everyone that died were traumatized undoubtedly (peter my baby boy baby im so sorry that you got the worst of it) but bucky was around people but sam was laying on the ground and probably just watched his hands as he disappeared and he was alone and like. jesus christ ok.

and then steve trusted him with every weight and everything that comes with the shield not knowing how much more the shield has when he gave it to a black man and just like he has nightmares everyone in marvel does its a fact

but bucky finds out like this and he is shocked even though he realizes he probably should have been able to guess that this is a thing and he knows so much more about sam now than he ever did but this is how he learns more. he learns about riley. he learns so much.

sometimes bucky has those like “oh shit” moments where he’s like “maybe i was kind of a dick to someone who didnt deserve it” and he already had one of those with sam about the shield but he has another one because he assumed shit about sam when they were being all childish and jealous about someone else being friends with steve but like fuck

steve and sam probably got it

the not catching someone. the way it felt to try and to reach out and to miss and to have to choice but to watch as they fell.

what’s different is that steve got bucky back. he got to have that relief, eventually, even if there was the pain of knowing bucky had been taken by hydra, but at least he knew bucky had made it.

sam didn’t have that. riley didnt make it.

therefore, bucky has his “oh shit”

and bucky was already going soft around the edges with sam (as clearly seen in the last two episodes of tfatws, ESPECIALLY the finale because like did tou SEEZ ALL THE HEART EYES oh my GOD) but it’s this that really makes something in him melt and he just. he loses the last remnants of whatever tension or resentment or whatever negative feeling he may have been clutching onto.

there wasnt much left. but now theres none. now its all washed away.

its gone, and he gets it.

sam is a licensed therapist and he knew the reason he was being all dumb and childish and jealous with bucky was because steve had another best friend but also because steve’s other best friend was the guy that had been a big factor in how him and steve understood each other and how they bonded and it

it had kind of felt like they lost part of that when they found bucky again in civil war and he kind of wanted to blame bucky for it even though he didnt actually blame him at all so all it translated to was that dumb kind of jealous thing instead

but now it’s just them. its sam and bucky and it isnt steve and it isnt about steve and it shouldnt be because its about them. its about the boat and the water and the way they sit and watch the waves while the silence settles over them and the way that bucky says, “im sorry.”

its the way sam says, “me too.”

and bucky says, “you dont have to be.”

its the way they stay there until sarah comes to get them for breakfast and sams nephews convince them to play with them and their friends and the world is still shit and there is so much to do but

but its this and its them and that can wait

it can wait

they can take their time if they want to

maybe they’ve earned that much, at least

(it isn't a fast development because they're a complicated pair and there's so much to the two of them that need to figured out individually before they can even realize how well they work together, but the steps are so much easier knowing that they have the other in their corner and bucky knows that sam's home town is a place he's welcome to go and sam helps him make his own dreary little apartment into something that feels real and tangible with a bed and a couch and when they've become something that resembles stable and they've found a balance and they're okay, that's when they realize that maybe they can try for the more that sometimes bubbles under their skin and that they started to think about the more they spend time together. the warmth that sam feels every time he sees bucky playing games with his nephew and the smile that bucky has to fight to hide and still can't fully suppress when sam stands tall and proud with the shield in its rightful place, and it takes time, it takes work, it takes carefully placed bricks to build the foundation they need, but they get there, and when they do...

when they do, they're already happy, and it just makes them happier, and that's what makes it so much better.

that's what makes it worth the wait.)

#ironhusbands #sambucky #headcanons #asks

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madamebaggio · 5 years ago

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Tags Masterlist

Hello, my dear friends.

I hope you’re all well and safe wherever you are.

I’ve spent the last few days updating all my tags here, so now we get this masterlist.

I’ll put it on my bio as well and probably it’ll get updated if new stories appear.

You can always find posts by character or ship. The new tags are mostly to help in case you want to check a specific string of posts (for example: you can still search #Sansa x Arthur, but maybe you’re looking for something specific like #every piece of my heart and all the posts related to that story).

I’m also adding the links for AO3 (for those stories that are there -not all of them are) and separating by ship. If a ship you like doesn’t have a tag, it’s because there’s just one story with them (like Sansa and Geralt, all their posts are related, so they don’t have a special tag; you can find them as #Sansa Stark x Geralt of Rivia).

Let’s get this show on the road. (let me know if you have any doubts)

Sansa/Arthur

#camelot ranch (Sansa meets Arthur when visiting the Tyrells’ Ranch)

#hen party at camelot (Dany has her hen party at Arthur’s pub)

#jumanji au (You can find it here as well)

#i wont believe in songs ( My work “I won’t believe in songs (Unless they’re sung by you)”)

#good girls go to heaven (My work “Good Girls go to Heaven (Bad Boys bring Heaven to you)”)

#theres no way (My work “There’s no way (that’s not going there)”)

#till sunday (Sansa tries to seduce Arthur, he tells her to wait until she actually wants to sleep with him)

#artie rescues sansa (two adventures of Sansa (one in modern AU) being rescued by Arthur)

#changeling sansa (Inspired by the works of Nalini Singh, in which Sansa is a shape shifter)

#10 things i hate about you au #please come find me (Both tags are related to my work “Please, come find me”)

#accidental family (A one night stand gives Arthur quite a surprise a few years later)

#hero sansa (Sansa is a hero and Arthur is more of an anti-hero)

#im not marrying you (Sansa and Arthur really don’t want to marry each other)

#love potion (Arthur accidentaly drinks a love potion)

#action hero arthur (Arthur is an action actor that loses a bet and has to act on a rom com)

#who fell in love first (Sansa and Arthur tell their children about how they fell in love)

#the mummy au (Snippets of Sansa and Arthur in the Mummy verse)

#romancing the stone au (Snippets in this verse)

#john wick au (AU where Sansa is the manager of the Continental)

#fair game au (Arthur is a police officer and Sansa is a lawyer)

#great pickup lines (My work “Do you have a band-aid and other great pick-up lines”)

#every piece of my heart (My work “Every Piece of my Heart (Belongs to you)”)

#summer loving (My work “Summer loving (happened so fast)”)

#a text misshap (Sansa texted Arthur by accident, but got a date out of it)

#fooled around and fell in love (My work “Fooled around and fell in love”)

#a steely haven (My work “A Steely Haven”)

Sansa x Tommy Shelby

#a happy occasion (Thomas is planning on marrying Ada to Robb Stark)

#pretty horses (My work “Of all your pretty horses before (You should know that I can love you much more)”)

#loving her was red (My work “Loving her was red”)

Jonsa

#kiss with a fist (Kiss with a fist)

#the same way i like my coffee (The Same Way I Like My Coffee)

#youre finally home (You’re Finally Home)

#those stark boys (Those Stark Boys - obs: this is a Sansa/Jon/Robb)

#a whisper in the dark (A Whisper in the Dark)

Sansa/Eomer

#a million years ago (A Million Years Ago)

#the horse lord and the stark wolf (The Horse Lord and the Stark Wolf)

Sansa and others

#prince charming galahad (Modern AU where Sansa meets and adorable Galahad)

#godless underneath your cover (Sansa x Maul)

#tormented willas (One version of Willas Tyrell)

#polite willas (Another possible Willas)

#awkward willas (Final Willas lol)

#agent sansa stark (Sansa x Bucky)

#dont stand so close to me (Modern AU Sansa x Vortigern)

#my fair boss lady (Sansa x Raymond Smith)

#stark blue (Sansa x Bucky x Steve)

#vampire hunters (Starks are vampire hunters)

#maybe theyre seeing something we dont (Theonsa modern AU)

#hidden scars and wolf tattoos (Sansa x Jax)

#the night is young (The Night Is Young (and so are we) King Arthur 2004 crossover with Margaery and Brienne as well)

#my delirium ((Even if you’re the reason of) My delirium - Sansa x Oberyn x Willas modern AU

The Crackship Fleet

#the first fleet

#cuddly september

#first meetings in october

#sharing beds in november

#december kisses

#late prompts

#angst march

#alternate april

#kissy june

Crossovers Series

#sansa stark crossovers

#susan pevensie crossovers

#margaery tyrell crossovers

#king arthur 2004 crossovers

Darcy Lewis

#commander testosterone (Darcy and Rumlow flirting)

#darcy bakes for the defenders (Darcy is bribing the Defenders with cookies)

#shockstrike (DarcyxJackxBrock)

#the adventures of cameron klein (Cameron Klein tries to survive Darcy and friends)

#is a cult cult (Darcy and Rumlow are pretending to be married)

#what if fanfic (Darcy x Jarvis)

Lotty/Éomer

#if i close my eyes (Work can be found here)

#lothiriel the dreamer (series of possible ways in which Lothiriel and Éomer could have met)

#lothiriel the innocent

#lothiriel the judicious

#lothiriel the ambitious

#lothiriel the mischievous

#lothiriel the valiant

#lothiriel the bold

#not tha kind of princess (“Not that kind of princess”)

#pretty awesome in pink (“Pretty (Awesome) in Pink” modern AU)

Matt/Jess

#something to talk about (can also be found here)

#flirty matt series

#not a date but kind of

Gretel/Nuada

#why dont we kill each other slowly (Can be found here)

#about elves and witch hunters (snippets related to their ship in the Fleet)

Others

#the spring that thaws winter (here)

#rose and king (Marge x Roan, also related to their ship on the Fleet)

#dark in my imagination (here)

#when words are not enough (here)

#the iron lady series (here)

#the gentle lady series (here)

#all i see is red (“All I see is red” Agent 47 x Scarlett)

OMG! I thought I’d never end this... lol

I hope I didn’t forget anything... But let me know if you noticed any tag missing.

Enjoy it ;)

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agameoftragedy · 6 years ago

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Ugh, I’m still recovering from invasive medical tests, so didn’t reply to things immediately, but I’m worried about the upcoming Tumblr apocalypse, so this time on ‘Are these all the same anon, or....?’:

Rhaena-Anon here, I really like your Rhaena as Queen AU. I personally think in this scenario alysanne would never let a husband use her a pawn against her sister, she is the loyal type she does whats needed for her family. you also avoid Rogar as Hand if you have Rhaena as queen because she's old enough to rule in her own right. also Alyssa may get a better end as well because I doubt she'd be cool with sending Alyssa off home to Rogar (maybe that marriage wont happen).

Rhaena-Anon, part 2, I think its possible Alysanne could find Barth in this AU setting. she seems to be the one he respected intellectually, so mayb these two intellectual soulmates could still find one another, and he could maybe be part of her household somehow and Alysanne could put their ideas to her sister the Queen. I think Alysanne would be a fixture at court even after she marries because she'd be the only other adult Targ until the twins come of age added to sitting on the small council

The only thing i'd add to your wonderful rhaena au proposal is, I think it'd be good if Aerea rode Balerion. It gets them a big dragon added with the two they have,you have the added legitimacy of the queen's heir riding the conquerors dragon, and if rhaella could ride Vhagar all the better. But if one of them could mount one of those big conqueror dragons, it'd be good for the image of this new all female royal family. Equally it'd keep at least one away from any kids Alysanne has, just incase.

Right, so. I agree about Alysanne, though there is an element that’s a bit like Robb and Jon - Jon would never, but when it comes down to kids and grandkids...? If anything happens to Alysanne (death in childbirth comes to mind...) and she leaves one or more sons, it’s potentially then down to their father or other men who could want to put a (dragonriding) guy on the throne. Which is why I think it would be sensible to marry Alysanne to somebody who is already loyal to Rhaena and the Targaryens, and marry any son they have to Aerea to reunite claims and prevent too many factions.

I think there is potential for Rhaena and Alyssa to fall out in this scenario, depending on how it’s played. Because I think Alyssa wants to be with Rogar to begin with and it’s not an obviously unreasonable desire, so that marriage can still happen, and then Alyssa probably also thinks he should be on the council (he did so much for them! He’s a great lord!)... But you’re right, he should have no cause to be regent and that wouldn’t be quite as much power even if he is on the council. But I feel like Rhaena and Rogar have very conflicting views and personalities (esp Rogar being misogynistic and Rhaena being all about the ladies), so trouble could brew. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rhaena ends up dismissing him back to Storm’s End, though perhaps he’d be on good behaviour trying to get a marriage of Aerea/Rhaella/Alysanne to one of his male relatives.

Without the plots to separate Jaehaerys and Alysanne that caused the rift between Alyssa and Rogar (assuming Rogar doesn’t try something else incredibly stupid and counter-Alyssa’s interests), they may never need reuniting. But as you say, it’s possible that after Alyssa gets pregnant by Rogar the first time and struggles, Rhaena might step in and be like NO IMPREGNATING MY MOTHER AGAIN, so Alyssa could live longer than she does OTL with just one son by him (still potential for Rogar to try to marry the boy into the royal family).

The thing about Barth is I still feel like I have no idea how Jaehaerys ever found out about him in the first place (have I missed information somewhere?). But yes, Jaehaerys and Alysanne were generally in the same places, so if Jaehaerys heard about him/met him before then Alysanne should have been able to hear of him. Whether she would then have the authority to get him to King’s Landing... But maybe they would start corresponding instead, and she could get him a place wherever she is, and maybe impress his intelligence onto Rhaena... It’s just not so direct a route. And while we know that Rhaena cares about women’s rights to a degree, I don’t recall seeing much indication of her caring about the common people in the way that Alysanne and Barth do - she cares about her mother and daughters and favourites, but they’re all highborn; would Rhaena have ever contemplated the universal women’s courts that Alysanne did? Would she have listened to women like the sex workers at Mole’s Town? I’m not convinced, unless she allowed Alysanne to do these things (on her behalf). I don’t know how well Rhaena would listen to her little sister necessarily, but they are the only adult Targs left in this scenario so we can hope.

(Possible) Other anon: While Balerion might be a good idea theoretically and symbolically... I’m not sure about this. Part of the question is whether the twin swap still happens, because original!Aerea is meant to be rather timid and Balerion is a large, fearsome and potentially dangerous dragon to go for (especially when the dynasty is so small right now). And obviously the other twin did kind of get Balerion in OTL, but look what happened there... Perhaps that wouldn’t happen in this AU if the twins had been taught and showed more about dragonriding to prepare them as it would be a natural expectation as close heirs, but I think to be safe and to ensure that the twins could be obvious dragonriders from an earlier age, it could be sensible to go for eggs or smaller pre-existing dragons like Jaehaerys’ now riderless dragon, to buff up the twins’ perception from earlier ages rather than waiting for them to be big enough to control the likes of Balerion (and risk them getting hurt/killed trying to take him).

And it’s possible the fiercer twin (original!Rhaella) might be able to take a conqueror dragon, but if they’re second in line then she might overshadow her sister and that’s a different succession issue (if the switch can’t/doesn’t happen). But then that depends on the relationship between the twins in this scenario, as they’re barely around each other in OTL. They have very different personalities from the sounds of it, but we don’t know if that will result in disagreements and resentment, or if they might work as a unit like the later Baela and Rhaella do.

There’s still so much potential for drama, you guys.

#Rhaena-anon #send me asks #asks #alternate universe #Rhaena Targaryen

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mon-blanchetts · 7 years ago

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Can we please get and update or a sneak peak ?? any story would do !! Dying to know what happened in Winning means losing, so let's go till the end !!! PLEASE !!!!

I’ve wanted to re-write Winning means losing for the longest time so that it was set in the late fifties/early sixties, à la The Crown, but, man, that just feels like so much work right now. Instead, here’s some material for Thieves Among Us I wrote way back when, though I still don’t know if I’m actually going to use it or not. It’s an unedited version, so forgive me for any glaring errors/plot holes:

“She’ll need a room for herself,” she mused out loud, before returning the figurine to the desk, “though I’m not sure it will be her old one.” Their old one, she thought—when they were forced to share a room, a bed, despite both of their protests, all of which had fallen on their mother’s deaf ears. Arya’s feet were always cold as ice; how she used to enjoy pressing those limbs against her, making her yelp.

“Aren’t you happy about this?”

Sansa looked at Jon. Disappointment shone through his grey eyes that never left her face. Something hardened inside of her; she tilted her chin up ever-so-slightly, just as she was wont to do as of late.

“None of us know when she’s coming back,” she argued, glancing speculatively at Bran, but her brother’s face was passive. “I know what it’s like to be happy for something that’s still uncertain. Besides,” she turned away from Jon as she moved towards the door, “it’s you she’s eager to see most of all, isn’t it? The direwolf was for you only, not me or Bran.”

“Where are you going?” Jon’s voice was strained with exasperation, but she wouldn’t be moved to sympathy.

“Seeing to a room for Arya whenever she decides she’s ready to come home.” Sansa pictured her sister’s face if she were to announce that she was to share her bedchamber with her, just like they did when they were little girls; she smiled when nobody could see, knowing full well how appalled Arya would be at such a proposition, regardless of the person she had shaped into. Maybe later tonight, if the motivation still stood, she’d visit Bran and see what he might be willing to divulge if she pushed hard enough. Most of it was too cryptic for her, but there had been more than one instance when his comments were clear as day, observations that hearkened to past events no one but herself were privy to. She could never pretend to understand how it worked, but she was living in an age where everything was possible now.

Behind her eyelids, Sansa could still picture Daenerys’s dragons dancing in the sky, circling above Winterfell in a way that sometimes made her feel like they were entrapping those within. Magic has returned when the dragons were brought back to the world. She didn’t remember who had told her that, but they were accurate words, nonetheless. Would she be in their company forever? Or would it be until she bent the knee to their mother?

The world spun on her—the only thing she realized afterwards was Jon’s face, hard and worried. Fatigue was etched in the lines of his frown, but on the rest of his face had a pallor that was just as telling. Sansa blinked at him, her arm growing warn where his fingers were wrapped around.

“You’re not even going to stop for your king when he calls you now?” he demanded, his breath turning to thin clouds before his face.

“My mind was elsewhere,” she admitted. Even she was surprised by her lack of attention; staring at Jon’s face, she wondered if her own exhaustion was apparent. Sansa knew she should have tried getting some rest after returning from the godswood just before dawn broke, but her actions hadn’t quite settled. Maybe they never really would, no matter how deep a hole she dug. That was a thought for another time, though; she steeled herself for what was to come. “I didn’t mean to ignore you, really,” she insisted, while Jon continued to search her face. If he was looking for any hint of her deception, he was right to be doubtful, but that didn’t make it any easier for her to swallow. Jon was always speaking to her about truth and honesty, but he had underestimated the complexity behind both of them just as much as she had.

“What did you want from me, Your Grace?”

The corners of his mouth turned downward and he looked away, abashed, just like he always did whenever she addressed him like that. They were standing outside for their people to see; if Jon was looking to make a scene, Sansa needed him to think otherwise. There was a steady hum of sounds and voices below them, but she knew that ther were more than a pair of eyes on them. “Your Grace?”

“This is it, Sansa. It’s everything we’ve fought so hard for, our family and our home. Bran is here, and Arya’s due any moment now, no matter where she is. We’ll be together again—”

“Until you leave for the Wall,” she cut in. Sansa tried to ignore the way his fingers tightened around her arm; she was a woman changed, she convinced herself, just as she’d been telling herself ever since the godswood. “We’ll be apart as soon as we’ve come together, and where’s the joy in that? No doubt Arya will probably want to follow you when you leave, just like she wanted to follow you when you joined the Night’s Watch, and it will be the same thing all over again, only this time none of us are so naïve. At least there’s that.”

Jon stared at her, crestfallen. She thought he was at a loss of things to say, but when he spoke, it was with a carefulness she hadn’t anticipated.

“I once told Dany that I wanted to be happy, that I needed to be in order to live. She things Starks like you are immortal, but I told her were just bent on survival.”

It was so petty and out-of-place, but Sansa couldn’t help but wonder if their conversation had taken place while they’d laid naked in each other’s arms, Jon toying with her locks while her head rested on his chest. What else had they discussed in private? What else had they found in each other, other than love and intimacy, while she’d struggled to keep his countrymen from abandoning his cause?

How strange of him t talk about happiness when, at the very least, he’d found a small piece of it in Daenerys Targaryen; any hope for hers had been ripped from her, soaking her bed linen red with blood, a sacrifice she had to make so that Jon could keep his crown, so that he might come back with his honour and reputation intact.

“Sansa?”

She came to again, pushing away those dark thoughts. “That’s a high compljment for her to offer, considering our family histories,” she pointed out, pretending to be interested in the happenings beneath them.

“What were you thinking about just now?”

“Many things,” she insisted quickly. “There’s a lot on my mind right now, now that winter’s here.” A thought dawned on her, and she faced him. “Aren’t you happy, Jon?”

“Are you?”

“I’m happy as I can be, considering the circumstances. Who knows—this may be the extent of it.” She let out a sigh. “We alter our perceptions with the things that come out way…if I held out for childish dreams and beautiful songs, I’d be awfully miserable, don’t you think?”

He didn’t respond. What was going through his mind?

“Can we begin anew, Sansa?”

“She was taken aback by his sudden request, eyes widening with confusion. “Begin anew?” she echoed.

“Bran knows what we’ve done,” he said. That made her straighten up. Suddenly his hand felt like a pair of iron shackles, holding her in place, imprisoning her for a crime she never committed. She pulled her arm back to Jon’s surprise, but he released his hold.

“Did he tell you as much?”

Jon shook his head, his face sullen. “I know from the way he looks at us.”

Sansa thought about his words. He might have been projecting his own worries, but it was more than likely. Bran never explained what he was now capable of; that had been divulged by his companion, but Meera Reed didn’t seem to entirely herself either. There was something in her that reminded her of Arya…

“What’s done is done,” she said, words that someone had said to her not too long ago, though it truly felt like it was from another life. “Are you thinking we ought to be open about it to him?” Gods, how would Bran react, if he chose to react at all?

“I’m thinking we should be open about it to each other.” His voice was but a low whisper. “If we can’t be happy the way we want to, can’t we at least be true for the sake of what’s left of us and our family?”

He wanted things to look fine in Arya’s eyes whenever she decided to return; Sansa wasn’t sure if her own desire ran in the same vein, but that didn’t she disagreed with him (?).

“Would you at least tell me what I might do to make things different between us?”

Different, or better? Could it be the same thing in Jon’s eyes? Sansa blinked at him once, twice, before looking away. The more she watched him, the more she saw Daenerys’s dragons soaring through the sky, cutting through the clouds high above. He had called her Dany again when he spoke about her; a part of her wished, in some twisted, ludicrous way, that Jon was doing it to hurt her, but even she knew the invisible dagger in her heart had never been intentional at his part, and that was even harder to accept. Funny that she had wanted him to ask her that one too many times, but now that he had, Sansa didn’t actually know how to answer him. In a world of her own creation, free of logic and all of deepest reservations, Jon would tell her the lies she wanted so badly to believe, instead of those heartbreaking truths she knew he harboured, but those she couldn’t fault him for. It made the distance between them so desirable, but it was becoming more apparent that they couldn’t live like this forever, not when things were changing the way they were. Tell me you love me as much as I love you, Jon. Tell me I was enough, at least. Tell me what we shared was enough.

It wasn’t, of course. Oh, to be fed lies, just like Littlefinger had, but it took a stronger woman to face the truth. It took a Stark to embrace and value the truth, even when it did nothing but tear her apart. And what about the things she was keeping from him? Would she ever have the heart to tell him what she had done, and would Jon understand?

“I don’t know,” she finally answered, fingering the chain distractedly. “I can’t answer you, not now.”

“But you’ll give me one soon.”

She shrugged, eyes still fixed on the scenes taking place below them. “Perhaps,” was all she said.

It was like a shock to her sense when she felt his gloved hand on the side of her face, coaxing her gently to face him. Sansa wanted to jump out of her skin, if only she could, but she was better than that.

“No more uncertainties, Sansa,” he pleaded, shaking his head once, his grey eyes bright with determination. “We can’t go on like this—I won’t let it. Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it.”

“All this for Arya?” She meant to tease him, if only to quell the strange feeling between them, but it came out more as accusation. Jon frowned while she held back from wincing at her error.

“All this for us. I keep telling you this, don’t I?”

Jon wasn’t wrong, but believing him was another matter. “When I figure it out, I’ll be sure to tell you.”

“Two nights,” he bargained. “You have to answer me in two nights.”

“Three,” she insisted, pushing his hand away from her face. He always wanted to touch her, as if he were trying to convey his feelings through his actions, rather than his words, but what were they? A fragment of love that had mostly dwindled, if it had ever been real, or the last vestiges of lust?

Jon never took his eyes off her face. “Three nights, then,” he declared.

#jon x sansa #jonsa #sansa stark #jon snow #this is the closest thing to a Thieves update I can muster right now #or any update #because summer is hella busy #and I need to learn French #c'est nécessaire #thank you for the ask dear Anon!

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the-jade-cross · 4 years ago

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The Lannister Wolf - Part 1 Chapter 8

“Keep your feet moving,” Jaime called.

Evelyn and Jaime were watching Tommen and Podrick spar together. They had arrived in King’s Landing the day before and it had been several weeks since the incident with Nymeria and Lady. Since then, Evelyn has come back to the tent earlier and she would talk with Jaime for a while before they would both fall asleep, Jaime holding her in his sleep.

Tommen obeyed his uncle and began to move his feet more, making it easier for him to block a strike or strike his own. Evelyn smiled at the boy and leant her head against Jaime’s shoulder as she sat with him on the steps near the courtyard.

Jaime didn’t move but a huge grin lit up his face and he found it difficult to pay attention to his nephew. However, it was short lived for Myrcella’s voice caught Evelyn’s attention.

“Evelyn!” The girl cried, rushing toward her, “look what I found!” Evelyn got up and walked over to the girl who was holding out her cupped hands to Evelyn. The girl looked down and saw that Myrcella had found a baby bird. It was fully feathered and probably fledged but looked injured.

“Poor thing,” Myrcella said, “Her mother was dead… a racoon found her.” Evelyn nodded and took the bird into her hands, “He isn’t hurt bad. Just a bruised wing. Get him comfortable, make sure he is warm and can get to water.”

“What about food?” Myrcella asked, “What if he wont eat?” The girl was right. Birds usually didn’t eat the things that people gave them, so she thought, “crumble some dry bread for him. If he doesn’t eat it, let me know. I might have something.” Myrcella nodded and took the bird carefully in her hands before Evelyn was called again.

“Evie!” Tommen yelled, “Come spar with me!” Evelyn smiled. After Tommen had heard Arya call her Evie, he had asked if he could call her that as well and the girl had allowed it. It reminded her of Rickon and Bran and honestly, she found herself liking it. The girl headed over to the courtyard and Podrick held out the blunted practice sword to her. Evelyn took it and swung it a few times, testing the balance.

While she was spinning it in her hand, Tommen made a shot at her, but Evelyn lifted the sword and blacked it without even flinching. A smirk appeared on her face before she pushed against the blow, pushing Tommen back.

“So that’s how you’re going to play huh?” Evelyn made a side swipe at Tommen, but he managed to block it before Evelyn laid another blow on his other side, Tommen just barely blocking that one. Podrick, Jaime and Tyrion were watching the two lay blows with amused looks on their faces.

Tommen laid a downward upper body blow on Evelyn and with Tommen standing about the same height as Evelyn, if not slightly taller, it looked like Tommen had the upper hand. Evelyn however smiled and lifted her right arm up to block the blow, using her arm to stop the sword by pressing her arm against the flat of the blade and used her left hand to point the sword at Tommen’s neck.

“I think I win,” she smirked.

Tommen’s mouth was hanging so low he would have caught flies, but Evelyn stepped back and ruffled his hair playfully with a chuckle before returning the sword to Podrick. She headed off back toward her room in search of Myrcella when she felt someone grab her hand and pull her off in another direction. Evelyn was surprised but relieved when she saw that it was Jaime who was almost dragging her toward the pigeon aviary.

When they got inside, Jaime closed the door and turned to look at her, his eyes slightly confused and excited while he seemed at a loss for words.

“Where did you learn that move?” he asked in a shaky voice.

Evelyn wasn’t expecting that but answered all the same, “I learnt it when I was a child from a traveling knight. I met him at a small town a few miles from Winterfell almost ten years ago. He gave me my first sword and taught me that move. He said it was…” The girl never got to finish for Jaime interrupted then and finished what she was going to say, “It was for the better of the world that someone who wanted the good for people should know how to fight for the good.” Evelyn stared at him with wide amber eyes and her mouth slightly agape, “How did you know?” Jaime smiled but didn’t answer. He just looked at her…. calm blue eyes…. A soft smile…. Then Evelyn saw it. That earnest look…. she had seen it before…. Ten years ago.

Flashback 10 years prior:

Evelyn and Robb were looking for Jon. They had come to the town to get some cowhides and hatchet handles by order of their father. Ned gave them the freedom to visit the town on small errands to give them freedom, a sense of responsibility and of freedom.

“Where is he?” Robb insisted, shifting the armful of hatchet handles in his arms. “It was just five handles. Where could he have gone?” Evelyn stopped and turned around in the middle of the street, looking for any sign of the boy, “What happened last time we came here? Remember?” Robb thought a moment before nodding, “Right…. he got into a fight. He said he wouldn’t again though.” “Well that doesn’t mean that he isn’t in a fight…. He might have not started this one,” the girl pointed out, pushing her unruly black hair out of her eyes.

Almost as if by magic, the twins became aware of the sound of shouts and groans coming from a nearby alley. The two didn’t waste any time rushing over and sure enough, there was their brother. Jon was on the ground… again with three boys towering over him and laying heavy kicks all over his body.

“Hey!” Evelyn yelled, jumping forward and grabbing the collar of one boy, “Get away from my brother!” With that she threw the boy aside so hard that he tripped and fell over. She then tripped the next one by swinging her legs out and pulling his legs out from under him before throwing herself against the last boy.

“Hey, you vixen get off me!” the boy yelled.

The other two boys had regained themselves and had begun to approach the girl, but Robb dropped his bundle and jumped at one, pinning him to the wall.

“Don’t you touch my sister,” he growled.

Jon was still on the ground and the third boy was going for Evelyn when a hand appeared out of nowhere and grabbed his collar, lifting him off the ground as if he weighed nothing.

“Don’t you know it’s not chivalrous to attack a lady?” a man’s voice asked.

Evelyn froze just as she was about to punch the boy and turned to look at the speaker. It was a young man… a knight who looked to be in his early twenties. Evelyn had to admit that he was rather good looking with sun blond straight hair that partially fell in his face when he tilted his head forward, sky blue eyes and a cocky smirk. He was clean shave with sharp features, defined jaw and straight nose.

The stranger reached over and grabbed the other boy from Robb’s grip before looking them both in the eyes, “Why don’t you run along home? Hm?”

The two boys nodded vigorously before running out of the alley. The knight turned to Evelyn and smiled. He approached the girl and held out his hand to her.

“I think you got the message through little lady.” Evelyn took his hand as he pulled her to her feet and the boy she had been totally ran off without hesitation. Evelyn rushed over to Jon and carefully helped him up before gingerly touching his bruised eye and bloody lip.

“Oh Jon, not again. How do you always find trouble when we leave you alone?” Evelyn asked him, reaching into her bag for a balm to put on his lip.

Jon shook his lip as Evelyn applied the clear balm to his busted lip, “I’m sorry Evie. They were just being mean.” “Then ignore them,” Robb observed.

“I did,” Jon retorted. “But there were three of them and only one of me.” Evelyn nodded before handing him a compress to put on his eye which would help with the bruising and the swelling, “It was self-defense Jon. It wasn’t your fault. I should not have left you alone.” “You cannot always take care of me Evie,” Jon pointed out. “I have to be able to be on my own without getting hurt.” “And that will be the day when this world is a better place Jon,” Evelyn pointed out, closing up her bag. “At least for now, stay close to me.” Jon nodded, smiling sheepishly at his sister. Evelyn smiled back at him before turning to look at the knight who had been watching the scene with an amused smile on his face, one hand on his sword hilt.

Evelyn left her brothers and approached the man before curtsying rather clumsily, “Thank you for helping my brother Ser.” The knight smiled before crouching down to her level. Evelyn felt her face heat up. She might have only been seven, going on eight and rather petite for her age but she had to admit that the man was rather good looking and even though he was young for a knight, he seemed to be very talented.

“You know how to handle yourself little Lady,” he said with a smirk, “Do you enjoy beating up bullies?” “They aren’t bullies unless they are doing something, they shouldn’t Ser,” Evelyn replied strongly with her head held high with confidence. “Otherwise they are not bullies. I only beat up bullies.” The soldier smirked before reaching to his belt and drawing something out. It was a small sword, probably only about two feet long and rather thin and light. He had considered giving it to Joffrey but on his way back he had realized that a sword was the last thing his little nephew needed and was planning on keeping it for something else.

“Here,” he said, holding it out to her.

Evelyn took the sword slowly and carefully and the knight realized that she was not daunted by the weight and obviously knew how to hold it correctly.

“Have you ever used a sword before?” he asked.

The girl shook her head as she looked at him with wide amber eyes.

The man smiled, “I’m glad. It is not for the faint of heart. This is blunt so you won’t be able to cut anyone, but you can use it to knock someone if they try to hurt you. Just don’t go cracking sculls okay?”

Evelyn nodded vigorously with a huge smile on her face, “Thank you ser!” The man smiled before shifting on his feet, “Here, draw it out. I want to show you something.” Evelyn obeyed and drew the little sword out, placing the sheath against the wall of the alley. The man, still crouching, reached out and adjusted her hands on the hilt till they were situated and then held her hands in one while he moved her feet to a stronger stance.

“Always have a strong stance,” he told her. “That way people cannot push you over so easily. Now, if someone goes for your head, block it with one arm,” he said, holding her left arm up and showing her how to block one of his arms.

“Now with your sword arm, you can get them while they’re distracted,” he said, grabbing her right hand and poking the tip against his chest to show her.

Evelyn’s eyes widened and she quickly drew the sword back away from the knight’s chest, afraid she had hurt him. She rushed forward and touched his chest where the sword had touched him but relaxed when she saw not even a scratch. The knight chuckled, smirking down at her.

Evelyn felt her cheeks heat up before she ducked her head to hide her blush, “Thank you ser….” “Of course little lady,” he said. “My name is Jaime.”

The little girl walked over to him and using his knee as a boost, she reached up and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Ser Jaime.”

End of Flashback:

“You had better wipe that smirk off your face before I decide to forget all about that,” Evelyn remarked, glaring at her husband who had his arms crossed triumphantly, a cocky grin on his face.

Jaime shrugged, “It’s cute.”

“It’s embarrassing!” Evelyn cried, throwing her arms up in the air, “And you are not helping!” “Really?” Jaime inquired, “What part is embarrassing? You beating that kid up or your form of thanks.” Evelyn turned back to Jaime, her eyes flashing in warning. Jaime lifted his hands in innocence.

“It’s embarrassing that I allowed my seven-year-old self to be enchanted by a golden-haired knight with sky blue eyes and handsome smirk.” Jaime’s eyebrows shot up and his grin seemed to grow if that was possible, “you know what color my eyes are?”

“Naturally!” Evelyn cried, still not realizing that the things she was saying were things she would really say unless she was so angry, she was ranting blindly. “You never like to sleep in cotton because it’s itchy, you’re right-handed and hate fighting with your left hand, you never drink wine at breakfast or lunch, you only snore at night if you fall asleep before ten and your shirts are size 8.” [I know nothing about men’s clothes and sizes so I just made it up. Imagine that it’s Game of Thrones measurements;)]

Evelyn froze in her ranting, having realized that she basically told Jaime everything she would never ever tell him. She looked over at him to see that he had the cockiest smirk on his face, “You know my shirt size?” “We…. well….” Evelyn stuttered. “y…you know… I…. I help f…. fold your c…clothes… a….and….”

Jaime’s smile softened before he relieved her of her embarrassment, “It’s okay, I happen to know that you call out to your first pet rabbit in your sleep.” Evelyn’s eyes widened in shock, “Freaks?” “He had a name?” Jaime inquired, “You just called it ‘my bunny’.”

“Oh!” Evelyn groaned, burying her face in her hands, “This is so embarrassing!”

Jaime smiled and wrapped the girl in a hug from behind, pressing his nose into her hair and taking in a deep breath, inhaling her scent.

“You also hug your pillow in your sleep,” Jaime pointed out with a flash of mischief in his eyes.

“I do not!” Evelyn retorted.

“Apparently you think it’s me,” Jaime observed, “Cause you whisper my name when you hug it. Now, unless the pillow happens to be named Jaime too and is enough to make you smile, then you have dreams about….” “Oh you’re so going to get it!” Evelyn roared, tearing out of his arms before charging at him.

Jaime laughed before bolting out of the aviary, Evelyn hot on his heels.

Little did they know that a pair of blue eyes was watching them from a window on a higher level.

****

Jaime smiled as he watched Evelyn run up and down the beach with Lady and Zinzi on her heels. The two wolves would run past her whenever she came to a stop and would tumble and roll together, obviously having no brakes. Evelyn would laugh and crouch down to their level, letting them come and rub their noses against her before she would run back to Jaime.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jaime asked, smiling as Evelyn sprinted over back to him, her cheeks flushed from running but a huge smile on her face and her amber eyes shining.

“It’s so beautiful,” she told him, spinning around, admiring the ocean, “I had never seen the ocean until we came here.” “Seriously?” Jaime inquired, his eyes widening, “And I thought I needed to see the world.”

Evelyn playfully socked his arm, “Hey!” Jaime chuckled before wrapping her in a hug from behind and inhaled her scent, “Are you happy here?” Evelyn hugged his arms to her chest and turned her head to look at him sideways, “Why? Is something wrong?” “No…” Jaime admitted, taking her hands in his, “It’s just that what you told Jon about the evil of the world…. And how you’re afraid of the power have…. I just… I don’t want you to be unhappy with me.”

Evelyn gently pulled away from Jaime before turning to face him and taking his hands, nestled them beneath her chin, “Yes I’m happy.” She slowly lifted her eyes to see the widest grin on Jaime’s face which caused her to laugh. He looked like a little schoolboy looking at her with wide, happy eyes.

Chuckling, the girl released his hands before running off toward the water and going ankle deep. Zinzi and Lady followed her, barking and splashing in the water. Jaime laughed at the sight before he cut himself off. There was something… eerie. There was not a noise other than Evelyn and the wolves in the water and that was what was worrying him. It was too quiet…. But something was causing his hair to stand up on the back of his neck and the chills to hit his spine…. Something was wrong.

Jaime carefully wrapped his hand around the hilt of his sword and removed it slightly from the sheath. Did he imagine things, or did he hear footsteps?

“Evelyn!” Jaime called, forcing his voice to not sound alarmed.

The girl didn’t hear him for the waves were crashing too loudly and the wolves were still barking. Jaime glanced over his shoulder and squinted his eyes. He was sure he saw something reflect the sunlight.

“EVELYN!” he yelled, sprinting toward the girl who had begun to come out of the water.

Evelyn looked up and saw Jaime sprinting at her faster than she had ever seen him run.

“Get down!” He yelled.

The girl couldn’t register what he was saying for his voice was muffled. “What’s wrong?” She didn’t get a reply except Jaime wrapping his arms around her and almost knocking her over…. Then his body became a dead weight.

“Jaime?” she whispered, realizing that he was leaning greatly on her and not standing up, “Jaime!” The man’s body slipped from her arms and splashed into the shallow water…. The water turning red.

“JAIME!” Evelyn screamed, dropping to her knees in the water and turning him onto his stomach… there was an arrow in his back! “ZINZI! LADY! Get him!” The wolves didn’t need further commands, having already charged out of the water and leapt into the thicket.

“Jaime,” Evelyn cried, carefully pulling the arrow out before turning him onto his back, cradling his upper body in her lap, “Jaime, stay with me! Stay with me please!” She didn’t realize tears were falling till they began to triple between her lips and off her chin, “Jaime….” “EVELYN!” A voice yelled from the shore, causing the girl to look up.

Tyrion, Ned and Podrick were sprinting in his direction, Lady hot on their heels having alerted them to the situation.

Ned reached Evelyn first and was about to ask her if she was already when he saw the tears pouring down his daughter’s face and how she was clutching Jaime’s limp head in her lap.

“What happened?” He asked, pulling Jaime out of her lap.

“No! Don’t touch him!” She cried, about to tear Jaime out of Ned’s arms when Podrick and Tyrion gently held her back. “He got shot in the back!” “It’s alright Evelyn,” Tyrion told her, patting her shoulder, “We will take care of him. My brother is a hard one. Little can kill him.” Evelyn quickly wiped her eyes and sniffled before getting to her feet, finding that they were turning to jelly but shaking it off. She couldn’t faint or collapse now. She needed to make sure Jaime was going to be okay.

“Come on,” Tyrion said, taking her hand and leading her out of the water after Ned, “we need to get him to the physician.” Evelyn was about to comply when she froze in her tracks, her face going deathly pale, “He…. He never knew….” Tyrion looked up at her puzzled when he saw that her lip was trembling, “I never told him….”

******** (2 days later)

Ned woke from his dead sleep, hearing a knock at the door. Rising from his bed, he found Sansa and Arya standing there, both dressed in their nightgowns with shawls around their shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s Evelyn,” Sansa explained.

“She won’t sleep or eat,” Arya added. “It’s like when Bran got hurt…. She won’t even speak.” Ned nodded before grabbing his jacket and following his two daughters. When they came upon the hallway where Jaime and Evelyn’s room was, he found Evelyn sitting outside the room. She was staring at the other side of the hall… listless with tears slowly trickling down her cheeks…. Silent sobs.

“Evelyn child,” Ned said, rushing to her side and taking her hand, “You need to rest sweetheart. You cannot help him if you are…” “Don’t say it,” Evelyn replied coldly. “Just don’t…. if you do…. That’s just what he said about Bran….” “Well he was right,” Ned remarked, wrapping her in a hug, cradling her head against his shoulder. “I know you want to be there for him, but you’ll collapse if you don’t take care of yourself and you will not be able to be there for him.” “If I sleep, I won’t be there for him either,” Evelyn pointed out stubbornly.

Ned sighed and mentally cursed himself for letting his stubbornness rub off on his children.

Suddenly, the door of the room opened, and the physician finally exited. Evelyn jumped to her feet, wiping her face dry with her sleeve.

“Is he alright?” she asked.

“The extraction went well,” the physician replied. “There was some shrapnel from the arrowhead, but we got it all. Luckily it was not poisoned. It will take two or three weeks for his wound to fully heal… and his wrist will heal in a few days.”

“His wrist?” both Ned and Evelyn asked.

“The arrow grazed his wrist on its way,” the physician explained. “It’s nothing major but it almost touched the bone.” “Thank you,” Evelyn whispered, her voice breaking. “May I see him?” The physician nodded before stepping to the side and holding the door open for her. Evelyn slowly slipped into the room and approached the bed so slowly that Ned thought she was going to collapse.

Jaime was lying on his stomach, his shirt gone with bandages covering his back. His forehead was sweating and his hair a mess. His face was slightly soiled…. His cheeks sunken and his eyes closed. Those beautiful sky-blue eyes were closed….

Evelyn sat down on the edge of the bed and carefully took his bandaged hand in both of hers, bringing it up to her mouth and gently kissing it, “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t acted so childish and oblivious you might be awake right now…. Not dying…”

The girl could not finish what she was going to say for the door flew open and Cersei burst in, Tyrion and Tywin hot on her heels.

“Get away from him minx!” Cersei yelled, about to yank the girl away from Jaime but Tywin grabbed her wrist and Tyrion spoke up.

“Cersei! She has every right to be here. Probably more so than we do.”

Cersei glared at her brother and wrenched out of her father’s grip, “It’s her fault that Jaime is even here!” “That is enough Cersei,” Tywin snapped, causing the girl to finally shut up. “Give your condolences then let us leave Jaime in the hands of his wife.” Cersei tossed her head before shooting Evelyn a death glare. When they finally left, Evelyn drifted off to sleep, lying next to Jaime with his injured hand tucked against her chest and tears seeping from her eyes. Needless to say, she did not get a lot of sleep that night.

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rafecameron · 8 years ago

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Our Little Secret (Jon Snow)

Prompt: I was wondering if I could get a jon snow imagine where the reader and him have sex before he leaves for the wall and she falls pregnant and never tells him until they reunite after the battle of the bastards! - Anonymous

I really suck at writing straight smut so I just kind of lead up to it, sorry! x

You hated the thought of Jon leaving and going to The Wall. Not just because he was one of your only friends but because you had the biggest crush on him too. Jon had finally admitted his feelings to you - he said he needed you to know before he left and hadn’t expected you to feel the same. You weren’t from a big high born family, you were from a moderately small house and Jon being a bastard it was possible the Starks would have let you marry him too, but now there was no chance of that happening.

Of course you were happy for Jon, you knew he’d go to the wall and do really well for himself and get somewhere in life. The wall doesn’t care where you’re from or whether you’re a bastard or not, so you were sure Jon would prove himself and do amazing things. But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t miss him.

“Can I come and watch you go?” You ask as you lay on his bed beside him. You had been walking through the Godswoods together when it started snowing heavily and you had both run back inside, you were now huddled on his furs with the fire roaring trying to get warm again.

“Of course you can.” Jon replies, giving your shoulder a light squeeze where his hand sat.

You smile and roll onto your stomach so you could look over at Jon, you lifted a hand and brushed some of his now dry again curls from his face and lean over to peck his cheek lightly, “And you’ll come and visit?”

Jon nods his head, not taking his eyes away from you, “Whenever I can.” He agrees.

You smile again and look down at the furs beneath you, wondering how to phrase your next question, you lay worrying your lower lip when you feel Jon move beside you.

“What is it?” He asks, moving closer to you as he lifts your chin to make you look at him, “That’s your thinking face.”

You sigh and let your lower lip fall from between your teeth, “I want to.” You say quietly.

Jon furrows his brows as he listens to your quiet voice, “You want to what?” He asks.

You groan and drop your head to the furs, you’d hoped he would have understood, but really you should know Jon better than that. “I want to have sex…With you!” You mumble out, the furs muffling your voice but Jon still heard you.

“(Y/N),” He murmurs, tugging you back to look at him, “We can’t do that. We’re not wed, and I wouldn’t want to spoil you for someone else, you still need to marry.”

“But I don’t want anyone else!” You complain, “I love you, Jon. I want my first time to be with you, I want that memory with you. I don’t want someone I don’t love to have that part of me.”

“But…” Jon sighs and shakes his head, “It wouldn’t be honourable! It wouldn’t-“

“You wont get another chance.” You state, “Not when you take your vows. Do you not want to, Jon?”

“Of course I want to.” Jon mutters, “But it’s not about what I want-“

“Stop over thinking it. No one has to know. It can be our little secret, something to keep us close together even when you’re so far.” You smile lightly and move to crawl on top of him, leaning down to catch his lips with yours before he has a chance to reply.

You run your hands down his tunic and pull it undone, pulling his shirt open underneath to run your hands over his bare chest, “Don’t think about it.” You whisper again against his lips before kissing him again.

Jon lets out a groan and wraps an arm around your waist before rolling you both over and pushing you down into the furs, starting to lift your skirt slowly, “You’re a bad influence.” He mumbles, but smirks all the same when he leans down to press rough kisses along your neck, lifting soft moans from your throat as you felt his hand caress your inner thigh.

The next morning you woke wrapping still in Jon’s arms. You shouldn’t have stayed the night, you know you shouldn’t, but this was the last time you’d get to see Jon in a long time - perhaps forever. You could deal with a scolding to be held in his arms for just a few hours longer.

You rolled over in his grasp to face him, surprised to see he was already awake, you smile and lean up to peck his lips with a soft loving kiss. “Good morning.” You mumble.

“Good morning.” Jon replies, stroking your messy hair from your face, “I have to go soon. Uncle Benjen wants to leave early, to beat the heavy snows.”

You nod your head and sit up, stretching and wincing at the slight pain you felt, but you liked it. It would remind you of Jon for as long as it was there. You place a hand on his bare chest and stroke it lightly “You will write to me, wont you?”

“Whenever I can.” Jon nods, “I can’t imagine there will be much occasion to write from beyond the wall, but I will try.”

You smile, Jon trying was enough for you. You lean down and kiss him again before stealing one of his furs and wrapping it around yourself as you left the bed, ready to dress for the day and go and say goodbye to your best friend.

The courtyard was colder than usual, the snows from the night before had piled up high on the grounds making it hard to walk through it in your dress.

“You’re here early.” Robb comments with a smirk, his eyes darting quickly to his brother then back to you, “I hope even though Jon’s going you’re not going to hide away.”

You shake your head, “You couldn’t get rid of me that easily.” You laugh hurrying after Jon who was readying his horse.

You got along with all the Stark children, Robb and Jon the most as you were of similar ages. But you liked Sansa a lot too, you spent a lot of time with her in your needle work classes together, you loved all the tales of knights and princes just as much as she did, but you’d never admit that to the boys.

Watching Jon ride away on his horse was one of the hardest things you had to do in your life and you didn’t even try to hide the tears that fell from your eyes. You didn’t mind being caught crying over this one thing. Robb wrapped his arm around your shoulder and stood with you until Jon’s horse was gone and out of sight then he guided you inside and into the dining hall from some food all the while telling you not to cry and that Jon would visit soon. But you doubted that. It wasn’t often men from the nights watch were allowed visits home.

~~~ Skip to Battle Of The Bastards, Some years later ~~~

When you first heard that Jon was coming back you thought it was crazy. Jon Snow, marching against the Boltons with an army of wildlings? Jon had gone to the wall to fight the wildlings, not make friends with them. But you heard about the fall of the Boltons not too long later and heard of the battle that took place outside Winterfell some days before and you knew the rumours had been true after all.

Your heart beat double speed at the thought of Jon being so close again. You had wrote to each other for a while but then he’d gone beyond the wall and you hadn’t heard from him since, you had assumed him dead. You sat up night and day trying to decide whether you should visit Winterfell once again and see him or not.

You had kept visiting Winterfell for a while like you had promised Robb, but then when he left, and the two younger boys not long later, you stopped going. The news of Robb’s death had ripped a whole in your chest that was still to be fixed. He had been like a brother to you and had always protected you. He had always been so strong and brave and knowing that a man like that could be killed so easily made you fear the world even more.

After another few days of hearing tales of the battle you decided you would go to visit Jon. You had a lot to talk to him about and you’d also like to see Sansa again. So you got your son ready in his thick fur coat and picked him up into your arms. You’d take a horse but it had started snowing again and you didn’t want to get stuck up there, so instead you walked.

Winterfell loomed closer and closer the further you walked and you felt your heart almost beating out of your chest. When you got to the gate you told the guard you was an old friend and would like to come in. When he wouldn’t let you you instead told him your name and asked for Sansa.

Not five minutes later the red head was stood at the gate with wide eyes. “(Y/N)! I hadn’t believed them when they said it was you!” She rushed forward and pulled you into a tight hug.

She had grown tall, much taller than you, and extremely beautiful. Her hair was still the same amazing shade of red and her eyes the bluest you had seen, she definitely had the Tully look and wore it well.

“Please, come inside.” Sansa grabs your hand and leads the way into the courtyard. Your breath caught in your throat as the memories washed over you. Your memories with the Starks, most of which were either dead or lost, it was overwhelming.

“Who’s this?” Sansa smiles, nodding down to the little boy clutching at your hand by your other side.

“Oh, this is my son.” You smile and lean down to pick him up and hold him on your hip, “This is Raymun, and this is Sansa. She’s an old friend of mine.”

Raymun grins and holds his hand out which Sansa gladly takes, “It’s nice to meet you, My Lady.” he kisses her hand making the both of you laugh.

“Oh a proper little Lord!” Sansa grins and strokes a hand through his dark hair, “He’s lovely.”

“Thank you.” You smile, letting him down to walk beside you again, “Is Jon here?” You ask hopeful.

Sansa gives you a knowing smile and nods her head, “He’s in the library, writing a letter to his friend Sam. He will be glad to see you.”

You thank her and tell her you will come and find her once you’ve spoken to him and then you head off to the library. You still knew your way around this castle like the back of your hand and you were sure you would never forget these corridors, no matter how much the memories haunted you.

“Mother.” Raymun runs to catch up with you, “Where are we?”

“This castle belongs to my friends family,” You tell him, “They’ve just gotten back after being away for a very long time, and I’d like to introduce you to someone special.”

“Am I going to meet my father?” He asks excitedly.

You look down at him and nod your head, but tell him to stay quiet until you introduce him. Raymun always asked about his father and you always told him the truth. You didn’t want to make up a lie about who it was, so you told him everything you could remember about Jon, and even made up tales of things he would be doing on the wall.

You knocked on the door of the library and were greeted by a rough tired voice. You took a deep breath before slowly opening the heavy door and stepping inside, pulling Raymun in behind you. Jon is sat at the table with his head resting on one of his hands as he scribbled on a piece of parchment. His hair was still the same dark curls but his face had hardened and become scarred from his battles. He still looked just as handsome as the day he left to you, only slightly older.

“What is it?” Jon asks, only then did you realise you hadn’t spoken and had instead just been staring at him.

Jon looks up from his parchment and drops his quill the moment his eyes catch yours, “(Y/N)?” he questions as he slowly stands up, “I feared you would be…”

“I thought you were.” You shrugged lightly and gave him a soft smile, “It’s good to see you again.”

Jon nods his head in agreement and goes to speak when he finally notices the small boy stood beside you, “And who’s this?” he asks.

You chew your lower lip and pull Raymun more into the light from the fire, “This is Raymun, my son.” You answer, and then correct yourself, “Our son.”

Jon’s eyes shoot up to yours quickly, shock showing in his dark orbs, “Our son?” he asks.

You nod your head slowly, “Yes. He’s ours. He knows all about you, he’s been looking forward to meeting you.”

Jon furrows his brows together, “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice matching his stern face, but the harshness falls away when he looks back down at the boy.

Jon walks forward and kneels down in front of him, now seeing them together you realised just how much they did look alike.

“Are you my father?” Raymun asks quietly.

You wait nervously but Jon slowly nods his head, “I am.” He replies, and then his face breaks out into a smile and he pulls the boy into a tight hug, “I am.” He repeats again.

Raymun clings onto him tightly and Jon stands with him in his arms looking over at you, glaring ever so slightly, “You should have told me.”

“I know.” You sigh and fiddle with your hands in front of you, “I just didn’t know how, and then you went beyond the wall and I didn’t know how to contact you. I’m sorry.” You mumble, “There hasn’t been anyone else.” You add, though you weren’t sure why that would help.

Jon sighs and finally lets Raymun down onto the floor, “How about we go get some food? Your aunt Sansa always has some cakes lying around.”

Raymun grins and nods his head quickly. You follow Jon out into the corridor, watching as Raymun runs along in front of you, already seeming to feel comfortable in the place which you were over the moon about.

“We have to get wed.” Jon says suddenly, surprising you so much you stop walking.

“What?” You ask, you’d only been back in his company less than ten minutes and he wants to marry, you decided the wall really had sent him crazy.

“We have a child together.” Jon states obviously, “I will not have him living a bastard like me. I know I still have a bastard name, but if we marry, he doesn’t have to be one.”

You sigh and nod your head, “That makes sense.” You say quietly, you had hoped that a little part of him still loved you.

Jon moves to stand in front of you and takes your hands in his, “It really is good to see you, (Y/N).” He smiles lightly, “I thought of you all the time. I wouldn’t want to marry anyone else.”

You chew your lower lip before letting yourself smile, “Neither would I.” You lean forward and kiss his lips lightly before tugging him to begin walking again.

It was good to hold his hand again, to be in his company. But what you was most happy about was how he accepted Raymun instantly and you knew Jon would shower him in love and affection, because he doesn’t want his son to go though what he did. And you would make sure Jon felt just as loved as he did.

#jon snow #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #jon snow imagine #jon snow prompt #imagine #prompt #fanfic #oneshot #mywriting

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davidmann95 · 8 years ago

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The Current Superman History

So Superman: that guy’s had a wonky time of things in the last few years. He was rebooted, he was rebooted within the reboot by a five-dimensional bureaucrat with a grudge, he died, he was replaced by his own past continuity self, they merged...dude lives a hectic life. And now he’s got a whole new one, as outlined in Action Comics #977 and the new #978.

I’m putting this under a spoiler cut, since some will want to just read the books; I know my dad for instance doesn’t want to know anything until he can get his hands on the comics themselves. But Twitter-pal Kyle Pinion mentioned he was hoping someone would put together a timeline/overview, and I figure that could be useful, especially since there’ve been some important details only shared so far in interviews and minor online statements, or in other Superman Family titles rather than Action or Superman. If you’re perhaps not reading the Superman books right now, but you’re curious what the background of this new-ish version of the character is for whenever you hop back in, here’s the newest edition of Superman 101.

(Ultimately pretty minor) SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

(Note: I’ll be keeping this up-to-date with relevant information post-Reborn via flashback stories and such.)

The New History

* Krypton is still where he comes from - no bold new revelations on that front. Aesthetically it’s a blend of the Silver Age, New 52 and Byrne takes, with maybe a touch of Birthright thrown in; several Silver Age elements like the Vrang occupation of the planet, green comets as bad omens, and the Day of Truth have been restored, and Zod and Xa-Du are known to have been prisoners of the Phantom Zone (the former may or may not have been Jor-El's friend this time around, given in the flashback Jor-El didn’t seem to react to the news of his imprisonment). Bar-El and Lilo went off-planet ala All-Star Superman, but spaceflight was generally forbidden; Jor-El attempted to convince the Science Council to build arks to escape Krypton's destruction, but as "they'd rather count their riches" they ignored his warnings both out of disbelief and the thought that even if it was true they had years to spare. Kal-El and Kara Zor-El were launched into space right before Krypton blew up, as it’s wont to do; Argo City lived on in space for awhile before succumbing to Red Kryptonite poisoning. In all this, Rogol Zaar, who claims to have been responsible for Krypton’s destruction, seems to have been involved to some extent along with the group of powerful galactic figures known as The Circle, and it seems Jor-El survived to become ‘Mr. Oz”.

* Additionally, as far as Superman’s pre-birth background goes, the existence of Superman in the current continuum is also owed to Ahl, the God of Superheroes. Descending from Final Heaven, he touched down on Earth in prehistoric times (in the spot that would eventually become Mount Justice) and imprinted the Earth with the concept of justice, and the platonic concepts that would become Batman, Wonder Woman, and most directly descended from himself, Superman, who would then go on to give rise to all other superheroes. On an additional metaphysical note, Doomsday Clock specifies that the current Superman is indeed the Kal-El of the Golden Age, old-school Earth One, and post-Crisis, who has simply shifted over the years in response to cosmic upheaval rather than being a full-fledged new individual.

* The Kents found Clark in the field, and like in Byrne’s Man of Steel, they decided to pass him off as their own biological child to avoid legal complications. He pretty much lived the childhood we saw in Secret Origin; there are panels from that homaged showing him hanging out with Pete Ross and Lana Lang (Pete’s arm broken from the one time Clark tried playing football), and a red-haired Lex Luthor living there back then with a jar full of Kryptonite he was studying. Also as in Secret Origin he first realized he could fly when saving Lana Lang from a tornado. His life takes a turn though when his parents die the night of his senior prom, same as they did in Grant Morrison’s Action Comics.

* After travelling the world for awhile he settled down in Metropolis, where after revealing himself to the world in the classic costume, Lois named him Superman. His debut essentially went like this:

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There’s a couple differences bringing it closer to how it happened in Secret Origin, but overall this is closer to the movie than that, at least in tone. And while he did not appear in this comic, presumably that dude was still yelling that that was a bad out-fit just off-panel.

* He met Batman at some point, and together they met with Wonder Woman shortly after her public debut (oddly in his Reborn suit, but that can be checked up to some timeline discrepancies given the current history shifts for both him and Diana, or more likely a simple continuity error). All prior to the formation of the Justice League, meaning that however that went, it was probably pretty different from Johns and Lee’s Justice League: Origins given he already knew at least a couple people there.

* He had a whole dang bunch of adventures. It’s clear vast swaths of Silver and Bronze Age continuity are back in play (though many must have happened in radically different forms, such as those involving Supergirl or his own now-nonexistent time as Superboy): the Supermobile - yes, that Supermobile, the flying Superman car with fists he used to fight Amazo that one time - made a cameo in Supergirl #8, a Superman Robot that looked exactly like him drove him, Nightwing, and Batman to the latter’s bachelor party, numerous Kryptonians native to Earth-One with very specific adventures attached to them were citizens of Kandor, and assorted Silver/Bronze Age Superman-associated folks are members of the space team Superwatch. It’s made clear he went through pretty much all the major 80s/90s stories, culminating in him getting engaged to Lois, telling her who he is (though he figures she already knew), his death by Doomsday and return (which is where Eradicator, Cyborg Superman, and apparently Steel showed up), and him getting married to Lois. We also got a look at the Justice League trophy room in the second chapter of The Button, which include artifacts such as the Worlogog and Prometheus’ suit indicating a lot of Grant Morrison’s years on JLA are canon (as emphasized by the appearance of White Martians in the current Justice League), as well as the armor he wore as Darkseid’s brainwashed servant in the finale of Superman: The Animated Series, and elements from DC One Million have been repeatedly referenced. All three major Crisis events have been referenced as occurring in some form. Additionally, it has been confirmed that at some point Luthor served as President of the United States.

* At some point, he switched over to the New 52 armor costume, presumably going through many of those adventures with the caveat of being married to Lois rather than single or dating Wonder Woman (though he changed costumes prior to those adventures, as he was wearing that suit by the time of Batman: Hush). Lois learned she was pregnant and managed to surprise him with the news; nine months into the pregnancy their apartment was bombed by arms smugglers Lois had pissed off, and it was decided it would be safest to conduct the delivery at the Fortress with Batman and Wonder Woman on-hand to insure there would be no intrusions. While Batman waited grumpily standing guard outside, Diana ended up helping with the delivery since she was close with both Lois and Clark by this point (though she and Clark were never a couple).

* Afterwards Lois and Clark took a sabbatical to California, living under the Lois and Clark comics’ status quo for a little while to keep Jon safe, with Superman ducking out of the public eye and League membership, working quietly in the black costume with the beard from that series; he also established a secondary Fortress in the Himalayas, while Lois wrote several famous books exposing corruption as "Author X". Once things calmed down after something like a few months to a year-ish, Lois and Clark returned to work (though they apparently didn’t move back to Metropolis, raising Jon somewhere else before recently moving to Hamilton, commuting by bullet train) and Superman to active duty, where he went through more New 52 adventures; Perry White was named Jon’s godfather. At some point after this, the current post-Reborn suit was permanently adopted until recently returning to his classic look (he also apparently wore the original Rebirth suit, since a version of Bizarro is still wearing it).

* No more than a year or two ago, Kara arrived on Earth. The events of her New 52 series are still to be read as canon, including for instance her time as a Red Lantern, with the exception of her involvement in the events of Final Days since there’s only been one Superman.

* While it’s not spelled out yet (assuming it ever will be), many of the events of the last year of the New 52 seem to have happened to him in some form, with both Truth and Final Days of Superman being cited editorially in New Super-Man in an issue featuring him post-Reborn; he has the Super-Flare, Supergirl says in her book that he was gone for a time, he mentions having power troubles to New Super-Man and fought a villain from Truth during the encounter, Dick Grayson recalls teaming up with him in his t-shirt and jeans look to fight Blockbuster, solar energy was extracted from him to create New Super-Man, Superwoman existed in some form, and Mxyzptlk pretended to be Clark Kent.

* From the “pre-Flashpoint Superman in the New 52 universe” period: most of the events from Dan Jurgens' Action Comics are canon; Doomsday was still a prisoner of Mr. Oz, and Luthor until recently continued to act as the Superman of Metropolis under a truce with his counterpart. Virtually all of the events of Tomasi/Gleason's Superman are canon, specifically the fight with the Eradicator, the excursion to Dinosaur Island on Earth 21, the run-in with Frankenstein and Bride, and the events of Multiplicity. His guest appearance in Deathstroke, his roles in Justice League and Trinity, and Zod’s role in Suicide Squad remain intact. The events of Reborn still happened, though his memory of it is blurred; as of Supergirl #8, he’s aware he was split into two Supermen for an extended period and was recently reformed.

Fine, Great, So What’s Actually His Deal Now?

In spirit, we’re back to the Pre-Flashpoint Superman, specifically I’d say the one before that but after Infinite Crisis: Secret Origin is clearly dominant (though not exclusive) as the narrative of his childhood and early days as Superman, a lot of Silver/Bronze ideas are back in play, and while most of Byrne and Triangle Years happened, he probably didn’t kill anybody in a pocket universe, and he didn’t come out of a birthing matrix. The change - along with Ma and Pa passing earlier - is that after a certain point (apparently before the period equivalent to his mid-2000s adventures) he changed his costume and eventually had some New 52-inspired adventures, and he and Lois ended up having a son who’s now ten and setting out on his own adventures as Superboy. He and the family have moved from a farm in Hamilton County back into Metropolis. Over the years, he’s fought Luthor, Brainiac, Darkseid, Metallo, Parasite, Bizarro, Mxyzptlk, Zod, Toyman, Eradicator, Cyborg Superman, Manchester Black, Mongul, Conduit, Imperiex, Blanque, Silver Banshee, Ulysses, and Xa-Du, among others, so pretty much all the greatest hits. The Fortress is back to having a lot of fun tchotchkes in it again too; the Supermobile’s there, crystal computers that let him Matrix-jack into hologram archives of his life and Krypton’s, Kelex is there, according to a recent Batman arc he’s using the dwarf star key from All-Star, there’s even a full-size train he and the family sometimes have dinner in. In the present though, Lois is currently in Chicago pursuing a story on her own (though she and Clark continue their relationship as normal given his ability to divide his time) and Jon has aged several years due to a time travel mishap on a space trip with Jor-El, and as the original Fortress was destroyed by Rogol Zaar, Superman moved everything to a new location in the Bermuda Triangle.

In terms of the larger world, Supergirl landed on Earth about a year ago, and for awhile lived a teen version of her TV show status quo, but is now in space with Krypto attempting to ascertain the truth of Rogol Zaar’s claims. Lex Luthor, recently semi-reformed though rapidly backsliding, went through events on a recent adventure with the Justice League that convinced him that his more savage and selfish instincts are in fact in accordance with a higher order and destiny for humanity over the supposed folly of Superman’s altruism, forming the Legion of Doom to realize this philosophical ‘breakthrough’ and destroy the League. The New Super-Man of China, Kenan Kong, remains in operation. And Conner Kent has returned with a new incarnation of Young Justice, though even he is unaware at this time how he fits into the current history of Prime Earth.

Which Stories Count?

Stories that definitely happened, whether near-identically to the original telling, or in very different forms to fit the new continuity framework

Secret Origin, And Then There Were Three... in Wonder Woman, The Case of the Second Superman, The Power-Boy from Earth, Superman’s Big Brother!, some of the old Silver Age Superman Robot stories given their presence, The Kents’ Second Super-Son!, The War Between Jimmy Olsen and Superman!, The Super-Family of Steel!, The Lois Lane Doll!, The Superman from Outer Space!, The Second Supergirl!/The Supergirl of Two Worlds!, The Conquest of Superman!, Supergirl’s Secret Enemy!, The Mystery of the Alien Super-Boy, Superman’s Super-Courtship!, The Super-Suitor of Soomar!, Duel of the Super-Duo!, Superboy’s Lost Identity!, Have I Ever Told You the Story About When I Saved Superman? in Cave Carson Has A Cybernetic Eye, Mystery Mission To Metropolis!, It’s A Bird...It’s A Plane...It’s A Supermobile!, For The Man Who Has Everything, Crisis on Infinite Earths, To Laugh and Die in Metropolis, Exile, The Day of the Krypton Man, Krisis of the Krimson Kryptonite, The Death of Superman, Reign of the Supermen, The Death of Clark Kent, The Wedding Album, Strange Visitor (from Cursed Comics Cavalcade), Superman Red/Superman Blue, Grant Morrison’s JLA, DC One Million, Legacy (of Superman: The Animated Series), Driver’s Seat and Suprema Est Lex from Action Comics Special, Luthor’s time as President, Our Worlds At War, Batman: Hush, Infinite Crisis, Final Crisis, The Return of Bruce Wayne, The Curse of Superman, The Ghost in the Fortress of Solitude, Lois and Clark, the New 52 Supergirl series, Men of Tomorrow, Justice League of America: Power and Glory, Truth, Darkseid War, Final Days of Superman, DC Comics: Rebirth, most if not all Rebirth-era appearances and Superman-family titles, Superman Reborn and forward.

Stories that while maybe not directly referenced are implied or are exceedingly likely to be canon

The Mysterious Mr. Mxyztplk!, The Name Game, and the covers of Superman Unchained (images from these are used to illustrate stories Clark told Jon, and given Jon still refers to Mxyzptlk as ‘Ruppletat’ in accordance with that, these would seem to still be canon by implication), Dominus Effect (Sharon Vance, aka Strange Visitor, is back in canon, her origin beginning here), Of Thee I Sing and JLA/Hitman (Hacken exists and is missing a hand in accordance with Zombie Night at the Gotham Aquarium), What’s So Funny About Truth, Justice, and the American Way? (while Manchester Black had other stories and a New 52 revamp, this is of course his most significant story), Superman at the End of Days (the death of Ma and Pa Kent is identical to how Vyndktvx organized it in this arc, and as lead-in stories The Curse of Superman and The Ghost In The Fortress of Solitude are both some degree of canon, as is the native Earth 45 of major villain Superdoomsday, it’s likely this happened), H’El on Earth and Krypton Returns (Shay Veritas’s presence, the confirmed existence of the Oracle, and the assured canonicity of Supergirl’s New 52 run imply H’El was likely around).

Stories that definitely didn’t happen any way we would recognize them

Last Son (the current version of Lor-Zod bears no resemblance to Christopher Kent and was never adopted by Lois and Clark), all Conner Kent Superboy stories for now (his debut in Reign of the Supermen has been omitted), Superman and the Men of Steel/The Boy Who Stole Superman’s Cape (of all modern origins, this take is most explicitly no longer any form of canon), Byrne’s Man of Steel (numerous details contradicting the major elements of this between Krypton, Luthor, Superman’s debut, etc.), New Krypton (Zor-El was still recently alive and a version of Cyborg Superman, with the fate of Argo City being significantly different), all Legion of Superheroes stories, Return To Krypton and any stories of a similar concept (Superman’s holographic ‘trip’ to Krypton in The New World is clearly framed as the first time he has seen his homeworld or biological parents), Identity Crisis (this has been repeatedly clarified as having not happened), Superman/Wonder Woman.

#Superman #Superman: Reborn #Analysis #DC Rebirth #New 52 #Lois Lane #Jon Kent #Superboy #Supergirl #Lana Lang #New Super Man #Lex Luthor #Krypton #Opinion

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Visiting Winterfell (Robb Stark)

Number Prompt: For anonymous - #8 “You’re smile is not as bright as it used to be.” #21 “No one has a heart of stone.” #30 “I’m fine.”

Word Count: 2007

You hadn’t visited Winterfell with your family since you were a child around the age of nine. Now at the age of seventeen your parents decided it was time for your family to visit the Starks once again. You weren’t sure why, and you didn’t particularly want to go, but you didn’t get a choice in the matter. So you found yourself taking the three day trip all the way to Winterfell, the only company that actually kept you sane was that of your horse, because it couldn’t talk therefore didn’t annoy you. You rode as far away from everyone as you could. You used to be close to your family, but not so much lately.

Your father had become bitter and only had time for your brother, and your mother didn’t bother with you anymore. She mostly sat in her bedchambers reading and sewing and keeping as far away from her children as she could. You hated your home, and your family, you dreamt of running away most nights and finding somewhere new and exciting to live. But you weren’t a silly little child and you knew that was merely a fantasy.

You didn’t expect to feel at home in Winterfell as you had used to when you were a child. You and the Starks had always gotten on well, but so many years had passed you doubted you’d even recognise them, nor them you. On the road you learnt the true reason for your travelling to Winterfell. Your brother was to be betrothed to the eldest Stark girl, this made you even more annoyed. If your brother was to be betrothed then why on Earth were you needed there as well? It was nothing to do with you, it wasn’t like you was even close to your brother.

After what felt like the longest ride of your life time the turrets of Winterfell finally came into view and you felt even more uneasy the closer you got. At least at home you were somewhere you knew and could be comfortable finding a corner somewhere on your own, but here you were to be surrounded by strangers with no chance of sneaking off to be completely alone. You hoped your brother would be wed quickly and that you could go home.

You were welcomed kindly by the Starks in the courtyard, you were right, other than their parents none of the Starks looked how you’d remembered, there was even a new addition who you learnt was Rickon. Bran, who had just been a baby when you had last visited was now standing tall and looking extremely grown up.

After a quick greeting both your parents and the Starks excused themselves to talk in private and you were left in the company of your brother and the Stark children. You looked around, chewing your lower lip lightly, you recognised the place but not enough to remember your way round.

“It’s been a long time.” A voice finally speaks and you look round to find Robb looking at you, “We were surprised when our parents said you were to visit again.”

“Yes well, hopefully we wont be in your way for too long.” You reply, pulling your shawl closer around your shoulders. Your home was cold, but it felt like nothing compared to Winterfell.

“You’re not in the way,” Robb states, “You look cold My Lady, perhaps we should go inside?”

“I’m fine where I am.” You state as stubborn as always.

“Then perhaps a walk? You can’t stand in the courtyard all day.” Robb smiles at you.

“I can if I want to.” You mumble, but allow him to take your arm and direct you towards the woods.

“How have you been? I feel like we must have lots to catch up on.” Robb was definitely the Stark you were closest to when you were younger, but that didn’t mean anything now.

“I have nothing worth sharing.” You reply, looking forward as you walked and avoided his stare, “Lets not pretend to still know each other. We’re strangers now Robb, you don’t need to fake kindness.”

“Strangers are sometimes easiest to be kind to.” Robb tells with a smile, “We don’t have to be strangers anymore. We were friends once I’m sure we can be again.”

“No, we can’t. It’s not like we will have to see each other again so there’s no point in making you sad when I leave.” You shrug.

“Making me sad?” Robb laughs, “What about you? Would you not be sad to leave if we were friends?”

You shake your head, offering him a small smile, “No. I don’t feel for people. It wouldn’t affect me.”

Robb chuckles and shakes his head, “That can’t be true, no one has a heart of stone, there must be someone you care for.”

“No. No ones ever done anything for me to make them worth caring for.” You state simply.

Robb shakes his head slowly, “Not your family? No friends back home? Not even a pet?”

“My mother wont allow animals inside the castle, she says they’re dirty and disgusting.” You reply simply, “There’s no one worth talking to back home.”

Robb stops walking and turns to look at you, studying your face slowly, “You’re not the same as I remember. Your smile isn’t as bright as it used to be and your eyes hold such sadness. What’s happened to you?”

You huff and turn away from him, “We were kids back then Robb, things change as you get older, we can’t be children forever.”

“No we can’t, but growing up doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. Not everything is all doom and gloom (Y/N).” He smiles lightly.

You laugh bitterly, “Is it not? You should try living where I do.” You shake your head with a small smile, “Seriously. It’s so dark and damp, it’s like living in a dungeon.”

“Well, maybe you should come and live here then. You can swap places with Sansa when she moves with your brother.” He laughs starting to walk once again.

“Poor girl. I couldn’t wish that on anyone.” You shake your head.

“What? Living at your home or marrying your brother?” Robb chuckles as he leads you towards the large weirwood tree.

“Both.” You laugh and sit down on a near by tree trunk.

You and Robb sit and talk for most of the day. It was quite nice to just sit and talk to someone about anything and everything, you never got the chance back home and you didn’t realised how much you missed decent conversation. Robb was sweet and you were starting to remember why you were so close to him when you were younger.

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You had been in Winterfell for almost a full week now and it wasn’t half as bad as you had expected it to be. You had actually started to enjoy being in the company of the Starks, but you wouldn’t admit that to your parents. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of getting the chance to say I told you so.

“So do you like it here (Y/N)?” Jon asks as you walk down the hallway arm in arm with him, you’d found yourself spending a lot of time with Jon. Robb was usually busy with his father and as much as you liked the other Starks you definitely got on best with Jon, and seeing as he wasn’t ‘important’ enough for the Starks, he was usually free to sit and talk with you.

“It’s quite nice,” You say quietly as you look across the courtyard though the holes in the wall, “Better than I thought it would be.” You conclude with a nod. “But do you like it here?” You ask and turn to face him.

Jon gives you a small smile and shrugs his shoulders, “It could be worse.” He chuckles, “The Starks have been good to me, probably better than I deserve. I can’t complain.”

“Well, you’re nicer than I am then.” You laugh softly, “Will you miss Sansa if she leaves with my brother?”

“I suppose.” Jon muses with a small smile, “She doesn’t like me much. Can’t say were too close, but it will be strange to not have her around all the time.”

“I don’t think she’ll like it where I’m from.” You mumble, “And I don’t think she’ll like my brother. Their pairing doesn’t make sense.”

Jon opens his mouth to speak but it’s not his voice you hear, instead it’s Robbs, calling to you from where you’ve just walked from. Both you and Jon turn to face him, watching him as he walks quickly along the corridor towards you both.

“Sorry to interrupt.” He says as he gets closer, “(Y/N). Our fathers would like to speak with us.” He adds when he comes to a stop in front of you.

“To us?” You ask, “What would they want to speak with us about?” You wonder, letting go of Jon’s arm and telling him you will catch up with him later.

“I couldn’t say,” Robb shrugs his shoulders, “They just sent me to find them, they’re in the dining hall, hopefully it wont take long.”

“Why? Somewhere you need to be?” You ask looking up at him as you walk back along the corridor to the dining hall.

“No, but today is supposed to be my day away from all this learning to be a Lord stuff. I was looking forward to some time to myself, or maybe seeing my brothers.” He mentions, “Can’t see why it couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

Robb pushes open the door to the dining hall and leads you inside, both your father and his were sat talking and drinking on the long table at the end of the room. The both stopped what they were doing and watching you walk towards them which made you uncomfortable. You were happy when you finally reached the table.

“This shouldn’t take long.” Lord Stark speaks as he sets down his cup. “Of course you both know the reason for the (Y/L/N)’s visiting. Sansa is to marry, though we’ve been watching both her and the young Lord (Y/L/N) and we started to think that maybe they are not the best match after all.”

Robb frowns slightly, “So…They’re not to be wed?” He asks and looks down at you with a slightly confused expression, “I’m sorry father, but I don’t understand why you’re telling us this.”

Lord Stark shares a look with your father and then turns back to you both, “Because, we thought the two of you made a better match.”

You furrow your brows, thinking perhaps you had heard him wrong, but from the look on Robbs face you had definitely heard them correctly.

“We’re going to be married?” He asks pointing from himself to you, “Instead?”

Lord Stark nods his head, “Yes. You got on well when you were children and seem to still, we thought it would make a good match.”

Robb nods his head, “Very well…May we be excused now?”

Lord Stark looks between the two of you for a moment before nodding his head and waving you both off. Robb takes your arm and quickly leads you from the room. Once you were well away from the dining hall he stopped walking and turned to face you.

“I’m sorry,” He says. “I know you don’t like it here. I hadn’t expected them to say that. Are you okay?”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’m fine.” You say quietly, “I’m sure it’s something I will get used to. Besides, it’s better here than it is back home. Maybe it wont be so bad.”

Robb gives you a small smile, “We learnt to be friends again, I’m sure we can learn to be husband and wife.”

You laugh softly and nod, “Okay, as long as I get to be the wife.” You tease, taking his arm and starting to walk, you wanted to tell Jon the news.

Robb lets out a groan, “I wanted to be the wife!” He jokes with a laugh and allows you to lead him away.

Secretly you were quite happy about this marriage. Sure you didn’t like Robb like that, but he was good looking and you knew he could make you happy, and if it meant you didn’t have to go home, then that definitely made it all worth it.

#robb stark #robb stark imagine #game of thrones #game of thrones imagine #robb stark prompt #robb fics #fanfic #oneshot #mywriting #prompt #imagine

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