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crystalirises · 3 years ago

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'Til Forever, May We Never Part

Dream and Fundy being murder husbands <3 (ft. their son Yogurt who is just here to vibe and has no clue that his parents are plotting murder)

TW: Implied Murder, Implied Death, Threats, and Implied Pregnancy

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28886223/chapters/80912506

Fundy plucked the arrow from the ground, wiping the green blood-stained head against the fading body of the prison warden. He waited for the corpse to fade, relishing in the stench of gunpowder and blood. Soon, the body was gone. Fundy headed towards a nearby berry bush, pushing the leaves and branches away before finally spotting his unruly kit within the brambles. Yogurt was biting into a sweet berry that Fundy had given him before the murder, blue eyes glancing up the moment Fundy reached for him. A smile appeared on his kit’s face, the little fox hybrid nuzzling into his neck, unaware of what his papa had just done. Fundy ran a hand through his son’s hair. They were taking Dream home today. Now all they needed to do was visit his cell.

With Yogurt in his arms, he headed inside the prison, rolling his eyes at the onslaught of heat. The warden had no respect or sympathy for his husband, was he trying to give him a heat stroke? Yogurt began to whine, ears flicking down while he tried to squirm out of Fundy’s hold. He’d have to make their reunion quick before the warden came back and before Yogurt ran off on his own. He headed towards Dream’s cell, reaching for the mechanism that would make the lava wall disappear into the ground. He wrinkled his nose at how long it took for the lava to clear, his little Yogurt was beginning to cry. The sooner they leave, the sooner Yogurt can be happy and the sooner he can finally hold his husband in his arms. The lava finally fizzled to the ground, Fundy holding tightly onto Yogurt before stepping onto the raised bridge that would lead him to Dream.

His husband was tucked in one corner of the room by the time Fundy reached the cell. Dream threw a cautionary look upwards, the glare quickly disappearing once he spotted Fundy. He lunged forward, pulling both Fundy and Yogurt into a warm embrace. He giggled, pressing a kiss against his husband’s cheek. Gods, he’d missed him so much. Yogurt whined in between both of them, angry that he was being squished. “Took your sweet time, babe. I thought you left me.”

“After you sent me out on that quest? You bet your fucking ass I took my sweet time freeing you. Your siblings sends their regards.” Fundy moved away from the embrace. He loved his husband with all his heart, but he smelt like shit. With the sleeve of his jacket, he wiped at his nose, trying to breathe in the scent of the outside world. They both began to head down the bridge, Dream reaching to run a hand through Yogurt’s messy white hair. The little fox hybrid yipped, his tail wagging against Fundy’s arms. Fundy could tell that Dream wanted to hold their son, but he wasn’t getting anywhere near Yogurt until he took an hour long bath. “XD’s so… dumb. It took a bit of convincing but I sneakily managed to persuade them to give me permission to craft End Crystals. If your older sibling hates me, that’s on you. I only did what you asked me to do, babe.”

“I’ll deal with them when the time comes. You did good, babe. You did really well, darling.” Dream pressed a kiss against his cheek, stopping at the end of the bridge to jokingly hold out a hand towards Fundy. He rolled his eyes before placing his hand on Dream’s, wincing when bits of dirt stuck to his own hand. Dream wouldn’t let go though, and he wouldn’t until they were both home. Yogurt squirmed in Fundy’s hold, kicking until he finally let him back down. Yogurt patted the obsidian floor, tail brushing against the hard stone. Fundy gently took his small hand in his before following Dream further out of the prison. “I can’t wait to be home with you again.”

He loudly purred at the thought. Really, Dream had been ridiculous to ask him to leave after Doomsday. Fundy had taken out New L’Manburg’s supplies, fooling everyone into believing that he’d fallen off the deep end when really he’d only been helping his husband. New L’Manburg. Manburg. L’Manburg. Whatever name people gave that worthless piece of land. It didn’t matter, it had to go. It was a curse, a parasite, a weed that sucked the happiness from everyone who ever dared to love it. He knew that since L’Manburg’s independence. When Dream had come to him after his first death, asking if he understood what needed to be done. He hadn’t believed in the man’s beliefs, but after living through history itself, he knew that L’Manburg had to go. Now it was gone, but its spirit was not. He squeezed his husband’s hand, eyes taking in the scars that ran down Dream’s skin. The heart of L’Manburg lived on for its people still lived. That wouldn’t do.

“Quackity visited me recently. He asked me to join his new country, or casino, or some shit. What do you say we start with him first?” Dream flinched at the mention of the duck hybrid, and Fundy knew exactly what had caused his husband’s scars. He knew which person he’d have to kill for Dream. His husband turned to look at him, a wary gleam in his eye. Fundy internally cursed. If Dream hadn’t sent him away after Doomsday, then maybe he would have been able to help him. Maybe Dream wouldn’t even be in prison. He shook his head. No. Dream had asked him to get permission to make End Crystals. He’d done what Dream had asked. “You don’t have to do anything, babe. Let me deal with him. Let his second death be my anniversary gift to you.”

“Now don’t upstage me.” Dream scoffed, pulling on his hand. They emerged from the prison, the cool afternoon air tickling the backs of their necks. Dream took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Fundy smiled, happy that his husband was finally free. If he could have, he would have taken all of the Warden’s lives, but they were on a time limit. “What would you want for an anniversary gift? Would you prefer I kill Phil or should I go after that worthless father of yours?”

“He’s still useful. Don’t you dare.” He tries not to let his voice crack at the thought of his dad dying again, but he knows Dream could see his hesitation in his eyes. “Let’s just fucking go after Las Nevades, then we can attack the Syndicate… unless you and Techno have some deal or…?”

“We’ll see. I wouldn’t trust him though. Lots of help he was back before I got imprisoned.” Dream rolled his eyes, and Fundy startled once he’d realized that Dream wasn’t wearing his mask. A dark pit of jealousy bubbled in his stomach at the thought of everyone being able to see Dream’s face. He’d have to make Dream a new one. Yogurt had let go of Fundy’s hand, running around Dream in giddy excitement. It was the first time he was seeing his dad. Dream grinned, kneeling down in an attempt to pick Yogurt up. Fundy stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Not until you take a bath. You smell fucking horrible, babe.”

“Didn’t stop you from embracing me.” Just for that, Fundy pushed Dream the moment he tried to go in for another hug. His husband pouted, bright forest green eyes tearing up. “Please, star?”

Fundy rolled his eyes, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Dream’s lips. “Yuck.” He stuck his tongue out, moving away before his husband decided to steal another kiss. Yogurt let out a loud disgusted whine, pushing against both his dads’ legs. Fundy chuckled, reaching down to pick up their little kit. Dream draped an arm around Fundy’s shoulder, leading them towards where the cabin was. Fundy felt grime cling to his black jacket, pushing down his urge to shudder away.

“Yogurt’s grown up quite a bit. I… I wish I had been there to raise him with you.” Dream glanced down at Yogurt, the little fox kit giggling before trying to reach for his dad. Fundy leaned in Dream’s arm. He wished that for them too. Dream had missed a few milestones, but he hadn’t missed Yogurt’s first word yet. For his husband’s sake, Fundy hoped Yogurt’s first word would be ‘da’. While they headed towards the safety of home, his sharp gaze flicking here and there to ensure that nobody would sneak up on them, Fundy couldn’t help but wonder if Dream had sent him away after Doomsday to keep him safe too. The safest place in this realm, after all, would be The End. Dream’s home. “He’s perfect. Our little Yogurt. I hope he knows that I—”

“He loves you. Remember our wedding photo? No, the stupid one where you accidentally threw the bouquet of flowers on my face. Remember that? Yogurt likes to keep it next to his bed. All his bedtime stories involve you.” Fundy glanced over at his husband, playfully growling when Dream looked down at him with a smug look. There was a soft and loving look in his husband’s eyes, and Fundy knew. He knew Dream had sent him away after Doomsday. It had been for his and Yogurt’s safety. The Essempy was no place to have a child, especially if people found out that the child was his and Dream’s. He shuddered. Almost like he could sense what Fundy was thinking of, he pressed a kiss on the top of his head. This was real. This was the present. They could finally be together. And no one. No one was going to get in their way. “I can’t wait for you to get home. I have so much to tell you, and Yogurt would be very happy to have his dada back.”

“He missed his dada? So does that mean I can—”

“You can’t hold him until you take a bath!”

“But—” Dream was cut off by Yogurt’s yip, their son sniffing at Dream before flinching away.

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Clarification:

Fundy and Dream got married at some point during the Manburg Era, but Dream has been interested in Fundy since the L'Manburg Era (this is cause I headcanon that Fundy and Dream know each other from before L'Manburg). So, they never really told anyone about their relationship. Fundy was helping Dream all along, even during Doomsday.

After Doomsday, Dream sent Fundy to The End to talk to XD (who is Dream's older sibling here) and so that he and Yogurt can stay safe. After Fundy had Yogurt and managed to convince XD to give him permission to make End Crystals (I know you can make them without the need for End stuff, but I'd like to think XD would be pissed if someone made an End Crystal).

But yeah, now Fundy has broken Dream out of prison. And now they're gonna be murder husbands together <3

#fundy #dream dsmp #fundywastaken #yogurt #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp

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drunken-drengr · 3 years ago

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Morrigan and Sera for the character ask thing?

Yes! Thank you! My two favorite girl bosses! The goth babes(spiritual in Sera’s sense)! The society haters! The gatekeepers! The gaslighters! The

Morrigan

First impression

Oh boy, for Morrigan, this goes way back. Technically I got my first impression of her back when I was way younger and saw my dad playing it. He romanced Morrigan, and the only thing I remember of her is seeing the ritual scene. Needless to say I didn’t see Morrigan again after that. So yeah, very first impression of her was scandalous. But when I got older, I saw more of her character in Inquisition when I played it for myself. So second impression was sarcastic knowledge hungry goth swamp witch babe. I was wary of her to say the least.

Impression now

Playing Origins, I generally see her in the same light, but I understand why she is the way she is, why she holds her ideals, and I see that she actually changed for the better from Origins to Inquisition. I love her a lot more now to say the least. I swear Im not gay I just- Morrigan…

Favorite moment

Oh boy there’s a lot actually. I’d say, jokingly, the iconic ‘Tis cold in my tent…’ but seriously, I loved the Fade scene where Morrigan encounters Flemeth. I think it properly showcases how she has grown as a person and as a mother. It’s just so satisfying to see her stand up to her Mother.

Idea for a story

I wanna know how Morrigan raised Kieran! In the wilderness and in the Winter Palace! That would be so interesting

Unpopular opinion

Ohoho, I have a hot steamy unpopular opinion, ripe for potential discourse. With that being said, please don’t attack me, this isn’t meant to be offensive in anyway, but- Morrigan never gave me lesbian vibes. Yeah I said it, big deal cause I look in the Morrigan x Warden tag and it’s mostly just Morrigan x Women Wardens. Nothing wrong with that, I just really don’t get the impression that she’d be lesbian.

Favorite relationship

I enjoy Morrigan and Alistairs love-hate platonic relationship, their bickering never fails to make me crack up. Forgive me but I also must mention Morrigan and Ragnar… I just… love them so much….

Favorite headcanon

I love that one analysis that motherhood didn’t really change Morrigan that much. I forget the details but it really brought up some nice points about her.

Sera

First impression

Gremlin. Spunky gal. I was questioning her sanity, but I liked her vibes. Didn’t mind her flirting with me, a surprise when I first played.

Impression now

Still a spunky gremlin. One of my favorite characters, and I’ve really taken her character to heart. I love everything about her, including her flaws, to a fault. I’m totally romancing her next play through, so sorry Baewall

Favorite moment

Boy where do I start? Her shooting dude in the face when we first meet? Letting her literally beat that noble to death in her personal quest? The rooftop scene? Literally all of her banter with Blackwall and Solas? I fucking love everything she does, okay?

Idea for story

Story about she and Inky after Trespasser, assuming Inky joined the Red Jennies. I must know about their wacky adventures, terrorizing nobles and whatnot.

Unpopular opinion

She’s the best. That’s it. And I know it’s an unpopular opinion cause I know how many people absolutely loathe her.

Favorite relationship

Sera and Blackwall, love their friendly dynamic! Also SeraxAdaar and SeraxCadash, Cause she loves big muscly women. Woof…

Favorite headcanon

She’s fucking god awful at cooking. Also immune to bee stings, she’s probably been stung so many times already. Cough cough also.. I think the Sera=Andruil theory is very interesting….

#I LOVE THESE WOMEN ARRRFGHHHJ #my favorite problematic girls #thank you thank you #good ted talk huh #dragon age #dragon age: inquisition #sera #morrigan

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elegantwoes · 3 years ago

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Just read Ned's second chapter.

"Robert set the pace, driving his huge black destrier hard as Ned galloped along beside him, trying to keep up. He called out a question as they rode, but the wind blew his words away, and the king did not hear him."

This probably means nothing but to me it feels like this quote sets the tone for what's to come for Ned in this book. He either advises or asks something of Robert, but Robert disregards what he says and does whatever the hell he wants.

Ned did not feign surprise; Robert’s hatred of the Targaryens was a madness in him. He remembered the angry words they had exchanged when Tywin Lannister had presented Robert with the corpses of Rhaegar’s wife and children as a token of fealty. Ned had named that murder; Robert called it war. When he had protested that the young prince and princess were no more than babes, his new-made king had replied, “I see no babes. Only dragon spawn.”

Robert shows what a shitty person he is. God I hate him. (* ￣︿￣)

It was said that Rhaegar’s little girl had cried as they dragged her from beneath her bed to face the swords. The boy had been no more than a babe in arms, yet Lord Tywin’s soldiers had torn him from his mother’s breast and dashed his head against a wall.

No matter how many times I read this part, it still hurts me so much. (┬┬﹏┬┬)

There are still those in the Seven Kingdoms who call me Usurper. Do you forget how many houses fought for Targaryen in the war? They bide their time for now, but give them half a chance, they will murder me in my bed, and my sons with me. If the beggar king crosses with a Dothraki horde at his back, the traitors will join him.”

We all know that Viserys will never achieve this, but Aegon (gaining the support of the houses who fought for the Targaryens in Robert's Rebellion) and Dany (getting a huge army of Dothraki to cross the narrow sea) will succeed where he failed.

For a moment Robert had the grace to look startled. Just as quickly, the look became annoyance. “What if I have?” “It’s Jaime Lannister, is it not?”

Perhaps the choice is so obvious, but nevertheless I am still impressed that Ned correctly guessed who Robert wanted to pick for the title Warden of the East.

“I was still mounted. I rode the length of the hall in silence, between the long rows of dragon skulls. It felt as though they were watching me, somehow. I stopped in front of the throne, looking up at him. His golden sword was across his legs, its edge red with a king’s blood. My men were filling the room behind me. Lannister’s men drew back. I never said a word. I looked at him seated there on the throne, and I waited. At last Jaime laughed and got up. He took off his helm, and he said to me, ‘Have no fear, Stark. I was only keeping it warm for our friend Robert. It’s not a very comfortable seat, I’m afraid.’”

Let's be honest here. This moment is funny. \^o^/

“Seven hells, someone had to kill Aerys!” Robert said, reining his mount to a sudden halt beside an ancient barrow. “If Jaime hadn’t done it, it would have been left for you or me.”

“We were not Sworn Brothers of the Kingsguard,” Ned said.

Yet at the same time I get where Ned is coming from. While Jaime did the right thing by killing Aerys, he did, in a way, tarnish the name of the King's Guard. Ned probably thinks that Jaime loosened the moral code that a knight is supposed to follow.

@branwendaughterofllyr thinks that Jaime's action might embolden other knights to do the same. Now there's always going to be the possibility of the King's Guard killing the king. Now, conceivably, any knight could take it upon himself to kill the liege lord he disagrees with. This could be a good thing or a bad thing, but it totally messes up the whole feudal contract, which is what their government/society is built on. And I fully agree with her. However, at the same time, the best way to curb future incidents like that from happening again there needs to be a complete overhaul of the Westerosi system (like restricting the power of monarchs and aristocrats to a certain extent) because for now Ned's argument only works in theory not in practicality.

Robert would do what he pleased, as he always had, and nothing Ned could say or do would change that. He belonged in Winterfell. He belonged with Catelyn in her grief, and with Bran.

Damn.. This line is making me so emotional. .·´¯`(>▂<)´¯`·.

A man could not always be where he belonged, though. Resigned, Eddard Stark put his boots into his horse and set off after the king.

Ned's weariness in this scene is so relatable.

#rereading agot #Ned Stark

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the-keeper-of-midnight · 3 years ago

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Oi!! Hi! Can we please have the scenario where MC is pursued by a bad person, so MC asks RO to pretend to date: little kisses, hugs, etc? But it is obvious that, while "dating", MC is pleased and act like they are actually a couple, blushing and all 😳

Hi Chester! Thanks for the ask. See below, it's going to be a long one.

I hope that's what you had in mind. Also I left Zhan out of this one will update it later when I can think of a good reaction for Zhan 🤭🤭

L and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and L have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

As everyone sits around (including the Douche-canoe) enjoying the party, someone asks MC.

Guest1 :"So you and L, huh? Dating? How long has it been?"

"3 months-days." Both MC and L say at the same time. Everyone stare at them blankly and even the Douche-canoe raises an eyebrow.

L smiles and corrects, "3 months."

With that said, they go on to intertwine they fingers with MC's fingers.

"Yes, 3 months." MC reiterate, shooting an icy glare at the douche-canoe sitting in front of them.

Guest1 :"Nice. I've know you for while L, and I never thought you would date anyone. You always seem to be more interested in your books and games more than anything else."

L smiles coyly and glances at MC. They hold MC's gaze for a long minute before answering. "When I met MC, everything else became secondary. It was hard to focus on anything else at this point. MC was all I could think of."

As a collective "Awwww" goes on, Douche-canoe's eyes roll and MC can't help but melt inside after hearing L's words.

Guest1 :"You two are so cute. So, L? Would you say that MC is the one?"

L brings MC's intertwine fingers to their lips and kiss MC's hand. "MC is not the one, MC is the ONLY one."

L leans in and gives MC a soft peck on the cheek.

Another collective "Awwww" goes on and of course Douche-canoe takes this opportunity to walk away.

But MC is too busy looking into L's eyes. Inside MC's head a looming question, 'Are we still pretending?'

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K and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and K have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

At the party, MC is sitting next to K on a small sofa and everyone else (including the Douche-canoe) is around, enjoying the party.

Guest1 :"K? You're sitting awfully close to MC, what's up with that?"

K: "Hmm... I... We....umm."

MC: "We're... we're a couple."

Everyone stare at them blankly and even the Douche-canoe raises an eyebrow.

K quickly grabs MC's hand and hold it. "Yeah, we're a couple." K glances at MC silently questioning if they are doing a good job at this pretending dating or not.

MC smiles, "That's my chief warden babe for ya! Always out of words when telling others about our relationship."

"Your chief-what?" Douche-canoe dares to ask.

K throws a murderous look at Douche-canoe, if look could kill, Douche-canoe would be dead.

Guest1: "Is it like a pet name that you have for each other?"

To MC's surprise, K smiles and nods. "Yes. That's MC's pet name for me, and I love it. I know that I act like I don't love that pet name sometimes, but it's just my way of teasing MC."

As K says that, they glance and look straight into MC's eyes. MC blushes and purses their lips, trying to hide a smile.

Guest1 :"So cute and original. Most people goes for Buttercup or Love bug, but you two are killing it with this pet name."

Douche-canoe scoffs, but don't say anything.

Across the room Jessup calls for MC and K to come over and join him outside. Happy to leave the room full of curious, MC and K try to stand at the same time.

MC loses balance and almost fall over, but K quickly catches MC before MC falls. "Don't worry, I got you."

K loses balance and almost fall over, but MC quickly catches K before K falls. "Whoa! That was close."

They both remain glued to each other, staring into each other's eyes.

The room goes silence and everyone waits for a reaction.

"MC... I..." Is the last thing K says before capturing MC's lips into a soft and long kiss.

A collective "Whooop! Whooop! Get it MC!" goes on and of course Douche-canoe takes this opportunity to walk away.

But MC is too busy enjoying the kiss to notice. Inside MC's head a looming thought, 'No more pretending, I want this for real'

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A and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and A have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

At the party and with everyone around (including the Douche-canoe) Ashley is sitting on MC's lap while going through her phone.

"Oh, babe? Look at this one. We would be so cute wearing those, right?" Ashley shoves the phone' screen on MC's face for MC to see the picture she is referring to.

In the room, someone clears their throat.

Guest1 :"Ashley? Does that mean... you and MC are..."

The person doesn't get to finish as Ashley replies, "We're dating, yes. I was showing MC an outfit that I found online. I'm thinking that as a couple, we should do a matching outfit for next Halloween. Wouldn't that be so cute?"

Guest1 :"Yeah... I love th-"

Ashley: "Jessup and Kerry did one last Halloween and I was so jealous of them. They went as Prince charming and his prince, so cute but also way too over the top."

MC: "Ash... babe... maybe we-"

Ashley: "Oh! Here's another one.. Black Swan inspired. Oh! Gee! Look at those cute feathers.. awwww."

MC: "Ash? Feathers? I' not sure..."

Ashley wiggles on MC's lap an pinches MC's cheeks, "Please be my black swan, please be my black swan, please be my black swan..."

Douche-canoe's eyes go wide and Guest1 almost feels uncomfortable looking at Ashley's lovey dovey reactions.

MC: "Okay.. okay.. I'll be your black swan."

Ashley shrieks and leans over to give MC a quick kiss on the nose.

Douche-canoe takes this opportunity to walk away, and everyone ese scatters leaving the couple alone.

MC: "Okay Ash, they're gone. We can stop pretending now."

Ashley frowns, "Pretending? What do you mean stop pretending?"

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M and MC have been pretend dating for a week now, and M have to be convincing because that's the only way-As per MC that one of the regular party guest (a total Douche-canoe) will leave MC alone.

At the party, Mack leans against the wall and has one hand on MC's shoulder while the other hand hold a red cup full of drink. Around MC and Mack, friends and other guests (including the Douche-canoe) are enjoying the party.

Someone looks at Mack up and down and ask:

Guest1: "Mark, huh? Are tall are you?"

Mack:...

Guest1:...

Mack:...

MC: "It's Mack and he is 6ft tall."

Guest1: "Oh, nice."

Mack locks eyes with Douche-canoe and scoffs, "Yeah, MC likes them tall."

MC blushes and softly nudges Mack. "Don't say that..."

Mack tightens his arm around MC, and kisses MC's head, "But it's true. I'm your boyfriend and I'm tall, no?"

Guest1: "Wait? You two are dating?"

To that question, even Douche-canoe raises an eyebrow.

MC blushes, "Yes. We're... were seeing each other."

Mack: "Seeing? We did a lot more than seeing last night when you were-"

MC: "Mack!" MC blushes and nudges Mack again.

Guest1: "Very interesting. Anyway, you two make a very cute couple."

With that said, Guest1 and others walk away, and Douche-canoe probably jealous and convince that there's no way they'll their chance with MC, also walks away.

MC turns to Mack, "It worked. I can't believe it worked. You were very convincing. You did go a little overboard about us being intimate. It's a lie I know, you said because you wanted to be convincing... And I'm sure now, that Douche-canoe will leave me alone. They think you're my boyfriend and I think they're secretly scared of you."

All the while MC is talking/rambling, Mack's eyes are half open and glue to MC's lips.

MC finally stops talking and notices Mack's eyes, "Why are you looking at my lips like that?"

Mack:...

MC: "Answer me. Is there something on my lips?"

Mack: smiles. "Why do you think I'm looking at your lips like that?"

MC blushes and unconsciously starts twirling a lock of hair.

Mack:...

MC: "I..."

Mack: "Hell with it!"

That's what Mack says before pulling MC close for a kiss.

Around the room, no one pays attention to the kissing couple, except for one person whose heart breaks into a million pieces.

It's Douche-canoe and if anyone deserve a heart break in this world, it's Douche-canoe.

😁😂🤣😃😄 Thanks for the ask that was fun to write. But it took forever.

#thekeeperofmidnight #Chesterask #thank you

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sohin-ace · 4 years ago

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Hermes - Switching Cells

*looks at watch* Would you look at that? It's gay time!

Fem reader

"Why did they make us switch cells again?" You glanced up at the tall dark-skinned girl next to you as she scoffed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head.

"Pfff... Some bullshit." She huffed exasperatedly, "They caught two girls being all nasty and frisky and they got mad."

Hermes and you were currently both walking along the hallways, all your belongings in your arms as two assigned guards escorted you, holding onto the chains tied to your handcuffs like a lifeline as they kept careful watch over you.

You could see other inmates doing the same from the corner of your eyes, moving from corridor to corridor and getting ushered to pack their stuff faster.

Everyone in the prison were to move from their cells and switch cellmates. It was the new rule that had just been established after some people decided to act a tad more intimate than they should appropriately have within a strict prison and disturbed other inmates as well as some night duty guards.

When the announcement was made in the court yard, the entire staff present to break the very important news down to the people, all the inmates started laughing their asses off between annoyed grunts and 'booh's.

Anyone would. How stupid was that rule? What kind of prison even forbade physical relationships between inmates? How was intercourse ever harmful to jail discipline? Weren't prisons in Florida famous for rape culture and letting inmates basically abuse each other? What about 'prison sexuality'?

All these questions you and your fellow comrades couldn't answer.

Your assigned guards set you up in your new cell after you finally reached it and locked the door behind you two, leaving you to settle down before phone calls time.

You stared around the small windowless room, cemented walls and armored door. Well that sure changed from the huge bars from before. To be fair this cell seemed even better than the old one.

"So... What are these things for?" You pointed at the bars on the small frame cut on the metallic door.

"To prevent girls from snatching each other I guess? Not like that would stop anyone but ya know... No one else but the guards on duty can see the inmates now so I suppose that's what they wanted." Hermes cleared, still salty from the ordeal and unnecessary bother.

She threw her belongings somewhere and you turned your gaze away from the door, you could only agree with her scepticism. "Hmmm... Yeah that's bullshit."

Hermes plopped herself onto one of the beds with a breathy groan, supporting the back of her head with her arms, certainly claiming that bed as hers.

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise and slight confusion when you realized that the two beds were in the complete opposite sides of the room.

"They... They even removed the bunk beds?"

"Yeah," She scoffed with a smile. "To be honest that just makes what they want to prevent easier. Like, you could easily just- Tch, I'll never understand the warden."

You looked around a bit before putting away your stuff neatly, unaware of your cellmate's sneaky and insistant eyes on you.

"Are you gonna be okay? Without F.F., I mean." You asked without taking your eyes off of your current task.

"Hah, you should worry more about her than me. She's the one that's stuck with Jojo."

"Hey, Jolyne's not that bad..." You chuckled in your ex-cellmate's defense, "...When she puts her panties away, at least."

The room became awfully silent until you suddenly heard Hermes chuckle lowly, almost evilly, even. You turned your head around to look over your shoulder and saw the latina give you a mischievous sideway glance.

You blinked and furrowed your brows at her in confusion but she only smirked back, swallowing another chuckle.

"Girl, do you want to have a good laugh?"

Her sudden deep voice made you gulp and you swore you felt a wave of heat wash over you and a pearl of sweat glide down your forehead.

Oh no, first of all, she didn't have any business being this hot, sprawled on her bed like that, her strong arms flexing effortlessly and her enticing smirk reaching her golden-green eyes.

Secondly, you knew that when Hermes had ideas, they were almost just as bad as Jolyne's. And God knows that Jolyne could scream dumbass energy like no one else sometimes. Especially when she was bored or horny. Or both.

You bit your lower lip and nodded at her. Hopefully you wouldn't be in trouble because of her genius plans, but again, it just made it all the more exciting.

Hermes jumped off the bed and struggled to keep the grin off her face as she glanced at the barred door. God she was so gorgeous and she didn't even brag about it.

She approached you and landed one strong hand on your shoulder, bringing her index towards her green painted lips in a shushing gesture.

"Here's what we're gonna do..."

She leaned in and explained the plan in a sweet hushed tone and you could barely concentrate on her words when she was this close to you, whispering with her overly endearing mexican accent. God, how could one be so cute and so sexy at the same time?

You tried your best to keep a straight face as she laid her evil plan out to you, but you could feel her breath hitting your lips and you had to clear your throat many times to cover the small squeals you unwillingly let out.

The more she explained, the more you could feel your face warm up. Not only because you were trying hard to not stare at her very inviting lips but also, and mostly, because of what her plan actually implied.

Hermes sure was a bold woman, but this plan would piss off the guards so much and be so incredibly funny if nicely executed, but at the same time, it was a bit, if not very, inappropriate and risky, which you got to figure out, was something she very much enjoyed.

"You sure about that, Hermes...? It's a bit... It's embarassing." You hesitated, visibly flustered but she squeezed your arm in reassurance.

"Come on! Don't be like that, it's gonna be so much fun!" She grinned at you and she knew you could hardly resist or refuse her anything. "Y/N, please? It'll be so worth it babygirl, trust me."

You gulped and nodded. Oh well, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

"A-aah!! I-... I can't do this...!"

"Ughh... Come on, bebé, just like that, yes...Yes!"

Very suggestive noises of the two cellmates echoed in the room and throughout the prison corridors. A wanton mix of grunts and whimpers and moans. What could be going on in this prison?

"I-Ah!... Aaah, no~!" You whined breathlessly and Hermes groaned right after you, accompagnying you in your, quite strange, string of sounds.

"Yes! That's it, Y/N! Do that again!"

"Hermes, I-...nnghh!! Fuck!"

"You gotta move like this Y/N! Yeah, r-right there! Aah! Perfect!"

Some guards on walking duty were passing by and stopped, alerted by the horrendous noises, easily heard by anyone nearby, and that left very little, if not nothing to the imagination.

"A-aah please! Hermes! I can't-..." You gasped, your voice leaving you, "No more..."

Hermes, motivated, encouraged you further, purring, "No, no, you're doing great babe... Hmmm...That's what I like to see... Ah yes..!"

The guards hurried up to the cell you two were dwelling in and banged loudly on the metal door in hopes to shut you up.

"What the hell is going on here?!" One guard screamed and tried to check inside the room. But you girls were hidden right against the door, underneath the frame and perfectly in the guards' blind spot.

You two stiffled a laugh and continued on whatever you were doing. Yes. The plan was coming together amazingly.

Hermes was currently showing you some 'magic tricks' with playing cards. You were of course, completely failing and clumsily dropping the cards all over the place after trying your best to swipe and hold them in a way that would make any spectator blind to your misdirection and believe the cards were disappearing in your hands.

The Mexican was surprisingly good at these card tricks, things that she learned during her childhood, but she decided to add a little... spice to your teaching session. Something that would drive the prison staff nuts. Something that would make you pass time wonderfully in this boring prison.

"I can't do this, Hermes, we... We have to stop!" You cried with a hitched breath and the dark-skinned girl shushed you.

"Shhh. Relax, Y/N. You're too tense. Curl your fingers a bit. Oh-Yeah... Just like that... Aah~... See?"

"Yo-you're too good at this..."

"Let me teach you, guapa." She rasped and you let out an exaggerated ragged moan that she had to muster all her self-control to not burst into a laughing fit. What an actress you were.

"AAAHH~!"

The other guard came in to join his partner after leaving to call for help and you two could hear them bickering over what to do. The youngest, after getting insulted way too many names, eventually walked off again to call the supervisor.

"Come here supervisor! I heard them! Those two are at it as well!"

"Those damn lesbians, I'm so fucking tired!" The first guard commented as the supervisor stomped towards your cell and grumbled.

"I swear, these fucking girls are all so horny!" The man punched at the door, almost breaking it off its hinges and making you both flinch under the door. "HEY! MOVE AWAY FROM THE FUCKING DOOR YOU SLUTS!"

You put your hands over your mouths to silence your endless snickers and hurriedly got up, getting into the supervisor's view in front of the door's barred frame and forcing straight faces out of you.

"A problem, sir?" Hermes asked as calm as ever, her smirk effectively washed off her face.

"What the FUCK were you two doing in there?!" He growled, clearly not amused and way too busy to deal with that kind of joke.

"Nothing sir. We're playing with cards. Are we not allowed to?" She feigned as she tilted her head slightly, quirking an arrogant eyebrow. She too, was quite the actress.

"Tch, you freaks, I'm coming in." The supervisor fumbled messily with the keys and unlocked the door, missing the keyhole at least three times before succeeding, opening it wide and checked you two up and down scrutinizingly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Neither of you looked disheveled in the slightest, and there were indeed cards sprawled onto the floor and in your hands.

He let out a suspicious drawn-out grunt and squinted his eyes at you, pointing an accusing finger at you two as he slowly backed out the door.

"I got my eyes on you, Costello, L/N. Don't you fucking mess with me." He hissed before slamming the door and locked it, walking away with the other guards close behind him.

When they were all out of earshot, you two finally burst into a laughter that you had been desperately containing as you slid back against the door, holding your stomach with pain from laughing so much.

"Man, we really got them!" Hermes obnoxiously sneered and you could only laugh back, contaminated by her laughter.

"Yeah! It was genius! And the overly lewd noises too! He was so red!" You added between laughs and slapped her arm playfully.

You both continued until your laughter died down a bit. You kept giggling softly and Hermes leaned over, smirking at you.

"Well," She purred and you looked back at her with wide eyes as she slid her hand up and down your thigh sensually. "Since they won't suspect a thing now, let's just get into the real deal, you're okay with that babe?"

And just like that, she grabbed your wrist and gently pinned you to the floor, connecting your lips with hers in a hungry and wet kiss.

And indeed, they did not suspect a thing after that.

Bonus:

"So Y/N is a bottom, huh?" Jolyne sneered as you all sat together at the cafeteria at lunchtime.

You gasped and blushed and Hermes wore her favourite expression. The smug one.

"I don't know what bottom is, but if Y/N is that I guess I approve." F.F said her straw between her lips before she slurped her drink again.

"Shut up. All of you!"

To be honest I didn't know what the Mexican accent sounded like until I started hanging out with @gio-is-writing and ??? Hello? Cute? Sexy? Be mine already.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #writing #jojo #x reader #reader insert #jjba #hermes costello #hermes costello x reader #hermes #hermes x reader #part 6 #jojo part 6 #stone ocean #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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theofficialjerenablog · 3 years ago

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Kissing in the Backseat

original cover art by me 🤍✨

As requested by @wine-drunk-on-elizabeth here is another Jerena drabble, featuring Serena having an IBTC “crisis”

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‘She even looks hot when she’s driving.’

‘Um, hello? Picture.’

Serena grinned as she opened her camera and snapped a candid picture of Jamie who was currently focused on the road in front of them. Serena bit her lip, sending the picture to Lexie and taking in Jamie’s bare forearms, the rolled up sleeves of her baby pink Oxford and her slightly windswept hair.

Her phone vibrated in her lap and she almost snorted at Lexie’s response to the snapshot of Jamie.

‘Wowza. I’m straight and I kinda want her to choke me.’

‘Get your own Lexie, this one’s mine.’

‘You finally gonna see if those hands are as strong as they look?’

‘Mind your business Lexie.’

Serena was distracted from Lexie’s response by a gentle hand on her thigh. “We’re almost at your place baby,” Jamie said softly, smiling in that sweet way that always made Serena feel giddy. She took a deep breath and placed her hand over Jamie’s on her thigh.

“I don’t think I’m ready to go home yet.” She smiled when Jamie’s expression morphed from sweet to intrigued.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked and Serena smiled, leaning over the center console to press a kiss to Jamie’s cheek. “Instead of turning left here, make a right and drive until you see the lake.”

As Jamie drove into the park and found a more secluded spot by the water, the fluttering in Serena’s stomach turned into a slow, smoldering heat. As Jamie parked, she glanced up at Serena with a raised brow. “Is this the part where we put on John Mayer and you drag me into the back seat?”

Serena knew she was being teased and took it in stride, grinning at Jamie and turning up the radio before climbing into the back seat with a grin. “Are you done complaining about my brilliant plan Jamie Castillo?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around Jamie’s shoulders and nuzzled her neck, taking in the smell of her cologne before pressing her lips up against Jamie’s ear.

“Come back here and I promise you’ll get more action than you did in high school.”

Jamie chuckled and turned her head and Serena brushed her nose up against hers before kissing her lightly. “So?”

“Oh I’m done complaining, I just can’t climb back there like you did. Not all of us are travel sized Ser Bear,” Jamie teased as she reached to open her door. Serena pouted and Jamie laughed, finally got out of the car and joined her in the backseat.

“I don’t wanna anymore,” Serena said, still wearing her pout as Jamie scooted closer with a small grin.

“I think you do,” Jamie murmured, finally closing the distance and kissing her. Serena gave in almost immediately, sighing into the kiss happily and pushing Jamie back slowly so that she could climb into her lap.

Serena hummed as they parted and Jamie trailed kisses down her neck, sucking gently at her pulse point but careful not to leave a mark, her hands placed lightly on Serena’s hips. Where they always, respectfully, stayed whenever they found themselves together like this.

But today, Serena wanted that to change.

Tilting her head so that Jamie had more access to that spot on her neck that always seemed to make her body sing, she slid her hands over Jamie’s before slipping them under her shirt to rest on her waist.

“Baby,” Jamie murmured, abandoning her attention to Serena’s neck for a moment and pulling back to look up into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

Serena nodded, then paused, looking down at her shirt.

Her shirt that was, very tastefully, showing off her cleavage.

Her cleavage that was due greatly to the very fancy, very padded, push-up bra she was wearing.

“Ser.”

Serena's internal panic was interrupted by Jamie’s questioning but ever patient gaze. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, beautiful.”

‘Oh Jamie. Sweet, sweet Jamie. If you only knew…’

Serena pecked Jamie quickly on the lips. “I’m sure darling, I just- remembered that I should probably tell the warden that I’m going to be a little late tonight.”

Jamie chuckled and nodded, kissing Serena’s chin. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. Don’t want Ollie to come for my neck.”

Sliding out of Jamie’s lap with the promise of being right back and another quick kiss, Serena reached into the front seat and grabbed her phone, quickly opening her messaging app. She typed out a text to Olivia before texting Lexie a ‘911!’

‘Serena you’re supposed to getting some. Did you forget protection?’

Serena rolled her eyes and then peeked over at Jamie who was also engrossed in her phone, before typing out her answer.

‘Alexandria this is an emergency it’s no time for jokes. I’m wearing a padded push up bra and I just told Jamie she could get to second base.’

‘...so?’

‘So??!?!? She’s expecting a C-cup bombshell! Not the IBTC!!!’

‘Serena, breathe. I’m sure you’re not the only woman that Jamie’s been with that’s been wearing a little extra padding.’

‘Her body count isn’t the issue Lexie… wait, how many women do you think she’s been with?’

‘Serena, focus. You’re having a boob crisis when you could be having a boob-gasm.’

‘That’s not a thing.’

‘It’s totally a thing. Now please, go make out with your really hot situationship and stop freaking out about your boobs or lack thereof.’

‘You don’t think she’ll think it’s false advertising?’

‘Jamie’s gay. They’re boobs. I don’t really know how it works but I’m pretty sure they’re gonna melt her brain.’

‘Fine but if we break up because of this I’ll blame you.’

‘If she breaks up with you cos she thinks your boobs are too small then it’s an acceptable loss.’

‘I love you Lexie.’

‘I love you too Ser. Now, please go get some, you need to loosen up.’

“Ollie okay or is she demanding the return of her mother?” Jamie asked with a small smile which Serena returned as she tossed her phone back into the front seat and took her place in Jamie’s lap once more.

“She is about to pass out from a carb overload,” Serena replied, kissing Jamie softly. “So I think it’s safe to say that we have about an hour before my presence is demanded.”

“Well in that case,” Jamie replied with a grin, sliding her hands under Serena’s shirt once more but stopping at her waist and leaning in to kiss her. Serena wrapped her arms around Jamie’s neck, tilting her head as Jamie deepened the kiss.

The heat between them began to build, Serena brushing her tongue against Jamie’s lightly, teasingly, and rolling her hips, moaning softly when Jamie’s hands squeezed at her waist, her blunt nails digging slightly into Serena’s skin.

“Touch me,” Serena murmured between kisses, arching a bit as Jamie slowly slid her hands up her ribs. When Jamie’s thumbs brushed the underwire of her bra, Serena broke their kiss. Making a split second decision, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, watching Jamie’s reaction.

“God Ser, you’re so beautiful,” Jamie murmured, leaning forward and placing a kiss right between Serena’s breasts. Serena smiled, running her fingers through Jamie’s hair gently as she pressed kisses all over her chest, along her collarbones and then along the cups of her bra.

“You can- do you want to-” Serena began, moaning softly when she felt Jamie sucking on the skin.

“I want,” Jamie murmured with a nod, wrapping her arms around Serena. She felt Jamie run her fingertips up her spine, slowly tracing up to the fastening of her bra before unclipping it. Serena brought her arm up to hold the bra in place for a moment, biting her lip shyly when Jamie pulled back and looked up at her.

“Baby, I can clip it back on,” Jamie said softly and Serena felt her bra tighten around her chest again before she shook her head. Jamie smiled, kissed her and Serena slowly lowered her arm, finally letting the bra slip off.

“Awww, babe! They’re so cute!”

Serena huffed, feeling her face heat up as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Jamieson Castillo! Cute? Really?”

“Baby, no,” Jamie said with a small chuckle, placing her hands on Serena’s arms. “I didn’t mean anything by it! I love them, they’re so perfect!”

“You called them ‘cute’,” Serena retorted with a small pout, fighting a smile when Jamie leaned forward and kissed her protruding bottom lip.

“Well, I mean, they are,” Jamie said with another soft laugh, tugging gently at Serena’s arms until Serena gave in and lowered them slowly, biting her lip shyly. She watched as Jamie’s gaze dropped slowly, her hands coming up to cup her breasts. “They’re cute, and beautiful and you can say no but I really want them in my mouth.”

Serena smiled, arching her back a little to get Jamie’s attention, nodding when their gazes locked. “I want them in your mouth too,” she said, her heart pounding when she saw Jamie’s eyes light up. She playfully grabbed Jamie’s chin, pressing a sloppy kiss to her smiling lips. “But never call my boobs ‘cute’ again.”

Jamie laughed at that, kissing her sweetly. “You’ve got a deal, beautiful.”

Serena’s happy hum turned into a moan when Jamie expertly rolled her nipples and then a whimper when she felt Jamie’s hot mouth on her, her hands tangling in Jamie’s hair.

‘Best. Date. Ever.’

#jerena #jamie castillo #serena benson #original character #au fanfiction #fluff #my writing

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lostinfantasies38 · 4 years ago

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Ten Favorite Dialogues from 2020

I picked 10 dialogue exchanges that I loved from the stories I posted this year. A few of them are from the same stories, since I spent a good chunk of the year working on long fics instead of one shots or shorter stories. Under the cut bc they are lengthy.

I also realized that most of my zingers tend to be in my descriptions and don’t always make it into my character’s dialogue. I might have to change that.

In no particular order:

Dorian chuckled. “Honestly, you two are disgraceful. You can’t come to a club looking like sex on legs when you aren’t single. You’re going to give people a heart attack.”

“Jealous, Dorian?” Alistair needled.

“Insanely,” he replied smoothly. “Aside from myself and Zevran,”—he saluted the elf who shot him a saucy wink—“you’re the most attractive men here. And to add insult to injury, you’re together,” he sighed dramatically.

Accidental Alliance, a oneshot modern Cullistair AU

“Step two of the pie liberation was to avoid suspicion of the adults.” Evan giggled at Connor’s phrasing and thought he heard Alex snort in amusement, too. “Zoe’s job was to act as a distraction, which wasn’t hard to accomplish because Cynthia decked her out in this frilly monstrosity that every woman within a five-mile radius oohed and aahed over. She fucking hated it, of course, but it worked in our favor for The Plan. And yes, those are honest to God capitals, babe. Think Mission Impossible: Thanksgiving 2010.”

“Alternate title: Pie Larceny,” Evan quipped, overjoyed by Connor’s rich laughter. Alex definitely chuckled at that.

“Yes! Oh my God, that’s amazing. I’m totally renaming it Pie Larceny.”

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

“It makes me want to wrap you in blankets and bubble wrap and smother you with attention until you’re sick of looking at me, though.”

A broken laugh tumbled out of Evan’s mouth. “Well, there’s a mental picture. What are you gonna do? Roll me down the street?”

“I’m working out the logistics, but rolling you around does sound kinda fun,” Connor teased.

Snorting, Evan retorted, “I mean, you do have practice rolling joints. Guess a bundled up boyfriend isn’t much difference.”

Connor’s borderline hysterical laughter almost drowned out Evan’s airy chuckles. “Jesus Christ, Evan,” he wheezed, shakily wiping away tears.

Save Me From Myself - part 3 of my DEH series, Connor Murphy/Evan Hansen

Returning his head to the shadows, he hissed, “Sister Agnes is milling around. I need a distraction so I can reach our room.”

Kai grinned and pulled a dehydrated pepper from his pocket. “Down the hatch.”

Gavin stopped him with a concern expression. “Are you sure about this?”

He snorted softly. “Please, I grew up eating these. My mum sends them because she knows I love them. They’re like candy. I’ll be shitting fire for a week, but they don’t hurt my mouth. I’ll burn hot and sweat like crazy though. Trust me, it’ll work.”

The redhead arched an eyebrow. “So you carry them in your pocket at all times?”

“No,” Kai answered irritably. “That’s why I needed Easton earlier. To act as a distraction for me so I could get it out of my room.”

Gavin sighed. “If you’re sure. I mean, we could brawl in the hallway, that would work, too.”

Alistair glanced around the corner. “Hurry up and choose. I’m not waiting forever.” Kai smirked and popped the pepper in his mouth.

“Well, that decides it,” Gavin groaned. Alistair tried not to laugh as over the course of a few minutes, Kai’s face visibly flushed in response to the spicy heat and sweat pooled under his hair, running in rivulets across his face.

“How do I look?” he asked.

“Like you’ve got the sweat,” Gavin replied sardonically.

“Perfect,” he retorted. “Right, good luck, Alistair. If I fail to distract everyone, Gavin’s got you covered.”

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic - excerpt from Ch 11 featuring a few of my OCs and Alistair

Wrapping his arms around her as she hummed at the stove, he said, “Sirra and Alistair either just left my apartment or she only now deigned to tell me they’re gone.”

Eowyn grinned wickedly at him, checking the clock on the dining room wall. “My, my! Four hours later! Scandalous.”

“I wish you could have seen them. The magnetism! It was instant.”

She giggled. “I saw the photos. That’s more of Alistair’s almost-O face than I ever want to see again, thanks very much.”

He snorted. “Fair enough.” After a pause, Zevran chuckled, “I give them a month.”

Rounding on him in horror, Eowyn stared at him with wide mossy eyes. “You just said they were perfect together! Do you think we made a mistake?”

“No, amore mio. I mean, I give them a month before they elope. I might have been party to their engagement shoot today.”

She blinked slowly as the giggles built until she was clutching the kitchen counter in a fit of uncontrolled mirth. “Okay, that may be accurate knowing Alistair!”

“I’m thinking of changing my business cards. Should I add ‘Matchmaker Extraordinaire’ or ‘Signor Soulmate’?” he asked cheekily.

Shot In The Dark - Sirra Brosca/Alistair modern AU oneshot [dialogue shown is between Zevran/OC]

Cullen grinned with him. “Me either. Maybe we can improve your chess skills enough for you to graduate from mediocre.”

“Oh, ha ha. You and the others can have fun with that, thanks very much. Here I was hoping we could spend more time in bed,” he teased, sliding a hand into his curls.

Rolling his eyes playfully, the blonde retorted, “Of course, count on you to think how often we can sleep together instead of improving our skills.”

“That is how we improve our skills.”

“Training skills, you fiend.”

Heaving a melodramatic sigh, Alistair quipped, “Well, one of us has to be the boring one in the relationship. Glad it’s not me.” Cullen elbowed him gently in the ribs, chuckling along with his lover’s bright laughter.

Find Me Well Within Your Grace - young Cullistair prequel fic, excerpt from Ch 12

“You’re not worthless,” Alistair whispered. The breath she’d been holding passed her lips with a tiny mewl of surprise. Still unable to look at one other, Alistair kept his hand on her wrist and she resisted the urge to scoot further away.

Sirra murmured, “You don’t know me, Alistair. You can’t say that.”

“I can,” he insisted firmly, his fingers pressing just a bit harder on her flesh. “It doesn’t matter who you were. When you join the Grey Wardens, all that matters is who you are. I may not know who you used to be in Orzammar, but I have a pretty good idea who you are in the sun.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 4

“I’m sorry, Alistair, I wanted to surprise you. Most dwarves in Orzammar, caste and casteless alike, have genital piercings. It’s cultural and unrelated to murder.”

His eyebrows climbed into his hair. “Even the men? How in the Maker’s name does that work?” Sirra opened her mouth to explain, but he hastily held up a hand and shivered. “Rhetorical question. Please do not answer that.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 14

“I love you, too,” she murmured, gracing him with a watery smile. “If I had known you were up here, I would have left Orzammar years ago and tracked you down,” Sirra mused, only half joking.

“Oh, really?” he quirked an eyebrow in amusement. “I can just imagine you sneaking into the droll monastery and breaking me out. I would have assumed you were a figment of my imagination, a desire demon, or Maker-sent. Regardless, I doubt I could have resisted the mischievous glint in your eyes as you crept in to find me in my smalls, surrounded by thirty other recruits, and told me to run away with you.”

Laughing, Sirra raked her short nails down his toned chest. “A naked teenage version of you? I would have taken you on the spot, letting the recruits feast their eyes on us, before dashing out the front door with your bare ass in tow.”

He closed his eyes with a lusty moan, and swallowed hard, his voice strained when he replied. “Definitely Maker-sent then. To think, we could have been on the lam for the last few years, making mad love wherever we went.”

Sighing melodramatically, Alistair smirked and playfully bopped the tip of her nose with his. “Ah, well, at least I have you now and that’s all that matters.”

Sun Touched - excerpt from Ch 17

10.

“Stop it,” Morrigan mumbled irritably.

Alistair feigned innocence. “Stop what? I’m sitting here like a good patient. I wasn’t even talking until right now.”

Yellow eyes bored into hazel as the subtle light faded around them, his shoulder apparently healed. “You know very well what. Stop staring at my hands. ‘Tis most distracting.”

“And here I thought it was my hands distracting you during the fight,” he smirked. “Not where my eyes happened to land. How could you have known that I might have been paying attention, if you weren’t observing me, too, hmm?”

Scoffing, Morrigan took a large step back and crossed her arms haughtily over her chest. “You are insufferable.”

Sheathing his sword, Alistair shrugged with affected boredom. “I may be insufferable, Morrigan, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.”

Snagging his shield from where it fell on the ground, he slung it over his back and murmured for her ears alone. “Besides, for a cranky witch who grew up in a swamp, they’re surprisingly soft and gentle… when they want to be, that is.”

You Give Me That Lovin’ Feelin’ - ch 2. Part 1 of 3 of Morristair written for @scharoux 14 Days of DA Lovers

#tag game #fave dialogues #my ocs #my writing #lostinfantasies38 #Sun Touched #FMWWYG #find me well #14 days of DA lovers #deh #dear evan hansen #dragon age #cullistair #sirrastair #morristair #evan x connor

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multi-fandom-fanfiction · 6 years ago

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The start of something beautiful

Requested will not say who for protection of there privacy

Eddard Stark was sitting in front of a campfire drinking a goblet of mead with his men when one of his men came running up something small wrapped in a blanket. The man was frantic and hollering. Ned stood up and greeted the man in his hunting party. "What is the cause of your panic," Growled the warden of the north. "My lord I found this babe in the woods she was in a basket with a note that said her name is Y/N," Explained the panic lord. The Lord looked down at the baby. She was blue and close to death. He instantly jumped into action gripping the baby in his arms and raising towards his arms. The new lord tried to be as careful as he could be as he climbed on top of his horse and galloped towards the stone castle. His hair whipped in the wind and face was full of stone and concentration. The gate was immediately opened seeing there lord. Catelyn who was watching there one-year-old toddle around Winterfell while a wet nurse played with his bastard son Jon ran to her husband in worry as he yelled for a master wet nurse for the babe. Ned stayed with the babe till she was fed and nursed back to health and put to bed. "Is that another bastard Ned," Growled his wife. "No she is a babe I found dieing in the woods," Answered Eddard as soft as possible. "What will you do with her then," The Tully women asked calming after the reassurance. "I will raise her here and when she is old enough she will be your ward," Answered the young Stark. "Ok Ned," Answered Catelyn surprisingly agreeably. That was sixteen years ago now that little babe is a girl of ten and six. A woman grown and truly stunning with beautiful soft clear Y/S/C (Your Skin Color) skin and stunning Y/H/L (Your Hair Length) Y/H/S (Your Hair Style) Y/H/C (Your Hair Color) hair paired with inticing Y/E/C (Your eye color) eyes. Her name was Y/N snow. She was sassy, witty, fearless, wild and rebellious yet she was also smart, kind, compassionate. She was the perfect lady but yet much more. She loved to nit, sing, and dance but she could wield weapons and plan battles better than any man. She was Catelyn Stark's Ward and practically Lord and Lady Starks eldest daughter. She was like a sister to Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon, and Jon. Theon and she did not get along at all. Yet the person she was closest to was Robb Stark. The two were practically attached inseparably from the moment they both could waddle around the castle and courtyard. And that amazing woman was you.

Robb waited patiently for you to join him in the training yard watching you walk with Jon, Bran, and Rickon. You burst out laughing. Your laugh was like a beautiful song. The gorgeous smile that was etched on your face made his heart skip a beat. He would be lying if he said you weren't the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The breath was knocked from his lungs as if he someone punched him in the gut when he watched Jon wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you reached up and kissed his cheek. He turned to towards the targets picking up his bow. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Why am I feeling like this sure she is beautiful but I don't have feelings for her do I?" He could hear her boots hit the muddy courtyard. "Robb," She squealed jumping on to his back. He couldn't help the happiness that filled him when she embraced him. "I have missed you wolf," She whispered in his ear causing a new chill to run up his back. "And I you snowflake," He replied as she slid off his back. The young wolf felt almost disappointment no longer having physical contact with you. "What was happening to me," Robb wondered coming to the conclusions these new feeling for this goddess for y/n snow for his snowflake for his best friend were either going to be the death of the young lord or they were going to be the start of something beautiful.

Jon took Bran and Rickon to get bows while you greet your best friend. You slid off of the eldest son of lord Starks back and he turned to you. You saw a smile but it wasn't a real smile. Not the knee-weakening smile that made your heart race. "Is everything okay," You asked concern etching on your face and lacing words. "yes, of course, I'm with you," He answered jabbing you with his elbow playfully. "I don't believe you," You tease poking his cheeks and pulling his cheeks into a smile. Your playful antics caused the half Tully half stark to let out a chuckle that melted your heart. A real smile grew on his face and a sparkle appeared in his ocean blue Tully eyes. Robb was your best friend but you had long ago realized just like every other maiden in the castle or village you had fallen head over heels in love with him. Everything about the young wolf was perfect. He made your heart race or skip a beat. He made your head spin and make you dizzy. He made your knees weak and your stomach swarm with butterflies. "Y/N," You heard Jon shout. You turned from the beautiful man in front of you and face the white wolf. You saw him throw you a bow at you. You caught it with ease and the arrows that barreled through the air after. "I bet you five gold coins I can hit the bullseye more than you," Challenged the auburn-haired lord to you. "Challenge accepted," You accept with a cocky smirk placing a kiss on his cheek and lining yourself up from a target. The challenge was simple you both shot till one of you miss the middle. You one a shot five and cheered. "Ha I beat you now pay up," You cheered. Applause coming from Arya who at some unknown point and the two starks and bastard behind you. Robb pulled the gold coins from a bag in his pocket in his tunic but as you went to grab the money you accidentally slipped. Robb hand flew out to try to help you but when you grabbed it the mud caused him to slip and fall on top of you. When he went to stand his hands slipped and his lips hit yours. Instead of either of you pulling away. Your soft lips moved in sync with his calloused ones. The world around you disappeared for a moment before reality appeared in both of your minds. You pull away a red tint on your Y/C/S cheeks. Robb stood up and helped you up. A newfound awkwardness settling between you. "Umm, I should go" You chocked out before running off. You ran to the godswoods where you prayed to your gods as tears fell from your eyes.

Robb sighed and ran his hands through his hair and down his face frustratedly. "You have to go after her," He half-brother scolded him. "I can't brother," The young wolf answer helplessly. "Yes you can you stupid fool you love her you may not know it yet but that kiss shows you do you don't kiss your friends like that and don't tell me as of late your feelings for her haven't changed I can see it in your eyes and she has been helplessly in love with you since she was two and ten that I know for sure go after her brother or you will regret it and you will lose her," His fathers bastard ranted. "Your right for the first time ever but you are right I have to go," Robb admits. "Do you need help finding her," Asked his little sister from behind there brother. "No I know where she is" He answered taking off towards the godswoods.

You didn't know how long you were there for. Your tears had seized leaving you with puffy tear stained cheeks and bloodshot swollen eyes. You were perched on a rock legs crossed hands intertwined and head facing your lap until you heard a twig snap and heavy boot steps. Jumping from the rock you quickly pulled out a dagger from your boots. "WHO GOES THERE," You holler firmly? "Relax it is only me snowflake," You heard the familiar voice that made your heart race before he appeared. You slipped the dagger back in your booth. "If your hear to pray I can leave," You mumbled. "I'm not here to pray I am here for you," He answered softly stepping closer. "Oh Does your mother need me," You asked confusion. "No I came to talk with you Y/N," Your blue-eyed best friend answered softly taking a seat on the rock and motioning you over. You sat down next to him crossing your legs like you were taught. "What do you want Robb I have came here to be alone," You answer not looking at him. Not wanting to get lost in the endless oceans of his captivating blue eyes. Not wanting to melt into the puppy dog look he gave you that melted your heart and your will to say no or hold your composure. "Please look at me," Pleaded the future Warden of the North. You turn your head to him with watery eyes from sadness and frustration. He extended his rough calloused hand out towards your cheek and gently caressed it using his thumb to wipe away the tear that slipped from your eyes. The future lord of Winterfell took his hands from your tear wreakened face to your soft femine hands before spilling his guts, "Y/N Snow the orphan girl from the woods ten and six years ago, My mothers Ward, My snowflake, most importantly my best friend yes I admit I was pig headed all these years I saw you as a girl not a woman a sister I guess but as of late you are the only girl I can think about you are the most beautiful girl imaginable I crave the chance to hold you close to me or run my fingers through that beautiful Y/H/L (Your Hair Length) Y/H/S (Your Hair Style) Y/H/C (Your Hair Color) hair or to get lost in your breathtaking Y/E/C (Your Eye Color) eyes You are alwasy on my mind I can't help but smile when you smile I would do anything to bring out that smile that makes my heart skip a beat or that laugh that is music to my ears I love and admire everything about you and you love my stupid foolish pigheaded ass no matter what I say or do your th eonly woman I can be myself around You are my bestfriend but I have fallen in with you and I don't know what is going to come of this but I know that back there this right her is the start of something beautiful." "Robb I," You start but are cut off by his lips pressing against yours. He sucked the air out of your lungs and made your head spin you placing your hands on his shoulders. Lips moved in sync with his while his arms wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. You pulled apart panting breathlessly. "Please believe me I want you I want to be with you I want no I need the honor of being yours and you being mine," The auburn haired future lord begged. "Of course Robb I love you," You answer gripping his face and kissing him again.

Message to the requester I hope you like it. It was a lot of fun to write. If you don't like it there are a few things I can do. 1. I can rewrite it completely 2.I can rewrite certain parts (If there is a certain part you don't like it) 3.I can add detail (If detail is the problem) 4. I can write you something else other other than that I just wanna say your feedback is greatly appreciated and I would love to hear what you have to say good or bad. Thanks for the request hope you enjoy it.

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wind-in-the-weirwoods · 6 years ago

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Knight-Errant

I’ve somehow gone over the 500 follower mark on this Jonsa sideblog and I’m thankful for every one of you. This community is wholesome as hell and really helps get through the slog of my personal life

To that end, here’s the rough draft of an AU fic I’m working on where Ser Barristan Selmy went North instead of East, looking to escape assassination attempts and serve the realm by exchanging his white cloak for a black one (the irony is not lost on him). The continuity I’m working with is a combination of book and show elements, things that make sense to me personally, and ofc shades of Jonsa (which I believe is canon but we’re not there yet folks) so please don’t think too hard about timelines and contradictions and such

I’ve got about seven chapters in various states of readiness but this is the one I think will most appeal to anybody seeing this post. It’s a fun project to work on and I’ll keep plugging away until it’s ready to be put on AO3 when all is said and done. I want to emphasize that this is a rough draft (I wrote it in about an hour before posting it here after noticing my followers count went over 500 and started yelling) so there are totally some typos and what have you going on

Anyway check it out I hope you enjoy it

A single horn blast rang through the courtyard. Arstan Whitebeard set his mouth in a firm line and stepped outside to watch the gates open. The big, oak doors had just been repaired from the giant’s break-in that morning and creaked open achingly slow.

Arstan stared down at the horses and riders as they entered. It was as an odd a grouping as he’d ever seen – a straw-haired knight in battered armor, a squire in what looked like faded Lannister red, and a tall girl in grey just behind them. They coaxed their horses into the courtyard warily, looking around at the men of the Watch and wildlings that crowded Castle Black.

Snow fell gently but persistently. Old wooden boards creaked beneath Arstan’s boots as Dolorous Edd and Jon Snow joined him on the balcony. They hadn’t expected any wandering crows or supplies caravans. These newcomers didn’t have the look of messengers.

Edd tapped his gloved fingers nervously on the bannister, but Arstan noticed Snow had gone oddly still. His eyes rose to the young man’s face and saw him staring intently at the three arrivals.

Snow shuddered and hurried to the stairs, wordless. Arstan and Edd were just a step behind him, brows furrowed. What was this?

Tormund gaped open-mouthed as the knight dismounted and helped the lady down. They turned to face Snow at the bottom of the stairs and Arstan started – he knew them. That was no knight, but the lady of Tarth. Her skill at arms in touneys had reached him in King’s Landing. Her squire was familiar but he couldn’t place the boy’s face.

The girl in grey was Ned Stark’s daughter. Taller than Arstan had last seen her, but he remembered her from the last weeks of his service at the capital. Arstan felt his face pale and hoped his beard was enough to keep him from being recognized. Surely he would not be found out after all this time?

Arstan’s gaze flickered from the girl and back to Snow, who had paused at the foot of the stairs still as a statue. Stark’s daughter swallowed uneasily, eyes only for Snow. Her bastard half-brother, Arstan realized. The snowflakes whirled gently between them.

Stark’s daughter – what was her name? – hesitantly stepped forward, timid. Snow mirrored her, arms loose at his sides. Then she lurched forward, mouth opening into a wordless cry. Snow rushed ahead and she leapt into his arms as they embraced.

They stood there, reunited. Arstan numbly thought that Snow hadn’t have expected to see his family again since joining the Watch; what misfortunate had brought the Stark girl here? They still stood there before the befuddled onlookers, quietly rejoicing. The lady of Tarth bowed her head in relief. Tormund was still gawking at the her in her armor.

After a long moment the two Starklings broke their embrace. Snow shouted for firewood and blankets; Edd waved at the gatekeeper to close the doors. Ser Davos ran over from across the courtyard, arms beckoning in question.

Arstan followed them back up the stairs but stopped outside the hall to give them some privacy. What had just happened?

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He didn’t find out until the next morning when they broke their fast. Snow and Stark’s daughter gathered at a table in the mess hall with Edd, Davos, Tormund, and Brienne, the lady of Tarth. Arstan stood at the doorway as they broke bread and talked.

The tale the Stark girl – Sansa, her name was – told was hard to hear. She did not linger on the abuse she’d suffered from Lannisters and Boltons and Littlefinger but Arstan noticed Snow’s shoulders tighten. She’d won her freedom with the help of a dead man, and Brienne led her safely here.

Someone knocked hurriedly at the door. Arstan turned unbidden and opened it, a hand passively resting at the hilt of his sword. One of the stewards waited outside in the cold, scroll in hand. Outside a grim-faced Bolton man waited patiently on a dark horse.

Arstan’s face was a mask as he took the scroll, nodded to the steward, then shut the door and crossed the room.

“Letter for you, Lord Commander,” Arstan murmured. Snow turned, sighed, and accepted the scroll with a pink wax seal. Sansa’s mountain lake-blue eyes lingered on Arstan’s face before turning down to the message.

“I’m not Lord Commander anymore.”

Arstan stepped back to resume his watch near the doorway. Snow broke the seal and looked the letter over silently.

Sansa’s eyes flickered up at Arstan again and returned to Snow. The old knight felt his blood run cold. Snow snatched the message up roughly and bowed his head, breathing deeply.

“To the traitor and bastard Jon Snow. You allowed thousands of wildlings past the Wall. You have betrayed your own kind. You have betrayed the North. Winterfell is mine, bastard.” Snow paused, breathed, and read again. “Come and see. Your brother Rickon is in my dungeon.”

At that Snow started. His eyes lifted to meet his half-sister’s and he continued, “His direwolf’s skin is on my floor. Come and see. I want my bride back.” Snow did not change his tone. “Send her to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your wildling lovers. Keep her from me and I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman, and babe living under your protection.”

Tormund grunted and shifted his weight, staring down at Snow to gauge his reaction. “You will watch as I skin them living.” Snow scanned the next line, began to read it, and stopped, staring at his half-sister. Sansa stared back at her half-brother and reached across the table steadily, taking the letter for herself.

She began to read. “You will watch as my soldiers take turns raping your sister. You will watch as my dogs devour your wild little brother. Then I will spoon your eyes from their sockets and let my dogs do the rest. Come and see.

“Ramsay Bolton, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.”

The table broke out in discussion. They spoke all at once about the Bolton bastard’s succession, how many fighters the wildlings had, and whether any of the surviving Stark bannermen remembered their oaths. Whether the message even spoke truly.

Sansa’s hand shot across the table and seized Snow’s, pulling him towards her inexorably. Snow froze, eyes wide. Arstan himself was taken aback by the gesture.

Her tone was steely as her eyes pierced into Snow’s. “You’re the son of the last true Warden of the North. Northern families are loyal.” Her knuckles whitened around Snow’s fist. “They’ll fight for you if you ask.” She breathed quickly, licking her lips, and she continued to implore him. “A monster has taken our home and our brother. We have to go back to Winterfell and save them both.”

Snow still sat hunched over the table, eyes the size of dinner plates. He nodded.

Sansa did not let go of his hand as she turned to Tormund. “You’ll help us?”

The big wildling scoffed in response, eyes burning. Ser Davos and Brienne were spoken for. Edd sat on the bench alone, defeated. He had no dog in this fight. The Watch took no part.

Sansa looked up over Snow’s shoulder, eyes searching for Arstan. He frowned, throat dry.

“Will you ride with us, ser?”

Edd jumped and Snow jerked in his seat, eyes questioning.

Sansa surveyed them both in surprise. She hadn’t expected that reaction. “They don’t know?”

Arstan took a moment to respond. His shoulders slumped, and he answered in a low voice, “They don’t, my lady. I left that all behind me.”

“I remember you,” Sansa said slowly, gently, “when you were dismissed.” Her stern face turned to a small frown. “They were awful to you. I’m sorry I said nothing against it.”

It was an ugly memory. He didn’t remember her standing amongst the courtiers before storming out, but the girl spoke truly. “It wasn’t your place to defend me, my lady.”

“I should have still done something. Have you taken your oaths truly?”

Snow’s eyes danced back and forth in thought. Edd interrupted them, “Arstan swore his service to the Night’s Watch, same as me. But not as a knight. You’re anointed?”

“I was shamed,” Arstan answered quietly, “and a wanted fugitive. I didn’t want goldcloaks or knives in the dark bothering the Watch.”

Snow entered the conversation. “Arstan swore to serve the watch. If you’re not Arstan then who are you, truly, ser?”

The old knight thought hard, memory reaching back days and months and across the years. There lay Snow in a drift, ruby-red blood fallen and pooling where he’d found him. Ruby-red blood spattered on his breastplate from dragging Robert away from the dying boar. Loose rubies in the bubbling Red Ford around the ruin of a prince he’d sworn to protect. A white cloak and silver sword thrown down in anguish and fury before the Iron Throne, the same spot where an atrocity in ruby-red cloaks had been offered.

He’d failed before. He wouldn’t fail again. Robert and Rhaegar and the children were gone, there was no saving them. But here was his saving. A knight was nothing without a lord to serve, and any man would have loved to serve Lord Stark. The blood rushed back into his face and he felt hot despite the cold outside. Lord Stark’s children needed a knight to serve them.

He knelt and they stood, Sansa walking around the table and bewildered Edd and Tormund. He bowed his head and spoke confidently, earnestly.

“I am Ser Barristan of House Selmy, formerly of the Kingsguard.” Someone muttered Barristan the Bold in shock and he ignored it. “Dismissed by King Joffrey Baratheon, fugitive of his justice.”

Barristan looked up at the Starklings. Sansa was graceful, eyes dancing. Snow was dark, still processing the revelation. Barristan unsheathed his sword and offered it hilt-first. Snow took it uneasily and Barristan thought of the same trepidation Rhaegar had worn when he’d first sworn his service. He said the same words again.

“Lady Sansa,” he began, then added gently, “Lord Snow, I offer you my service. I will shield your backs and keep your counsel and give my life for yours, if need be. I swear it by the old gods and the new.”

Snow was hesitant and unsure. He’d never been taught the words. Sansa spoke surely, “And I vow that you will always have a place by my hearth and mead at my table.” Her mouth set in a hard, thin line. “And I pledge to ask no service of you that might bring you dishonor. I swear it by the old gods and the new.” She turned to Snow and beckoned him forward. He returned the sword and grasped the knight’s forearm, lifting him to his feet

“Arise, Ser Barristan. We welcome your service.”

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5lbsofsmarties · 7 years ago

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A Lion Still Has Claws - 5

Word Count: 3329 Game of Thrones AU - Part 5 of ?

From a young age it was quite obvious that large and formal gatherings were not at all something that you enjoyed. More often than not your mother, her handmaidens, and your Septa had to all but drag out out of the Holdfast and down to the Great Hall where you had to be hurriedly put back together in a presentable manner. You distinctly remembered being roughly nine or ten years old when you attempted to run out of the Holdfast to avoid another mind numbing meeting with some Lord and his family that your father had invited to King’s Landing in order to discuss something or other that you couldn’t be bothered to listen to.

You had managed to make it out to the stables when you’d run into someone. You would have fallen back into a haystack had they not caught you and pulled you upright. There in front of you were a pair of pale green eyes topped by a head of bright red hair, the owner of which was a boy not much older than yourself. You had learned that he was the son of the Lord of the Eyrie, the man your father had called an audience with, and he was attempting to find a way out of the meeting as well.

The pair of you were found two hours later by your brothers sitting side by side in the loft of the stable reading and talking.

Welcoming Chad to King’s Landing was always a task that you enjoyed, even as the two of you had gotten older and it became more difficult to sneak away together. At some point over the years your mother had playfully mentioned writing to Chad’s mother and father about arranging a match between the two of you but, thankfully, nothing had ever come of that jest. Through growing up, Chad had become almost like another brother to you; a brother whom you could tell anything to without fear of your words becoming the butt end of some jape or mocked. So, when he had arrived first to the meal you were more than excited to see him.

“Presenting Lord of the Eyrie and Warden of the East, Lord Chad James,” came the booming voice of the court Hearld.

From the massive double doors Lord Chad James came walking into the hall with all of the pride and dignity one would expect of him. He had on a pair of dark grey breeches with a sharp taper at the ankle as well as a deep blue jacket with puffy, wide cut sleeves that narrowed to the wrist. Round, brass buttons lined the forearm of each sleeve, and the inner lining and lapels of the jacket were white, while the strings that tie up the front matched the outer layer. He looked extremely handsome as he approached the king and queen to bow for him and kiss her hand. Chad made it down the line of both Gavin and Ryan, greeting them with firm handshakes and slight bows of the head but when he made it to you all of the pageantry dropped.

“My lady, Y/N,” he laughed as he swiftly placed a kiss to your hand. He dropped your hand almost as soon as he took hold of it and stepped forward to wrap his arms around you in an embrace. “You look beautiful,” he complimented. You laughed and rolled your eyes as you returned the embrace. As you pulled away, you could see the look of agitation written all over your mother’s face. Surely, she was not happy with such a brazen act of perceived intimacy between you and a man that you were not betrothed to - but that fact simply made you smile just that much more at Chad as he pressed a quick kiss against your cheek.

When Chad took a step back was when you noticed there was another man standing just to his left who was looking as if he definitely did not want to be there; a feeling with which you could sympathize. He had nearly wild looking yellow hair and had on a grey canvas jerkin that looked to be almost metallic in coloring, with fastening that went up the chest to tie just below the high neck. His black pants tapered down to his ankle, ending at a pair of sturdy looking front lacing boots. Something about him seemed vaguely familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on why.

“My lady, this is Sam Mitchell. He’s been my squire for some years but a good friend for longer. I do not know if you’ve ever officially met,” Chad introduced, stepping slightly to the side to present Sam.

You watched as he took your hand and lifted it to his lips for a less than enthusiastic kiss. “My lady, it is a pleasure to meet you,” he said in a tone that did not convey the meaning behind his words. You bit at the inside of your lip and attempted to hold back a grin at that. It was refreshing to see someone else so bored of all the fanfare that came along with court. When he lowered your hand and looked up at you from underneath the flare of his eyelashes it suddenly dawned on you that, yes, you had met him before.

Years ago, when you father had taken a trip up to the Eyrie to visit with the Chad’s father when he was the Lord. You remembered finally arriving at the Gates of the Moon, and stepping out of the wheelhouse that you’d been stuck inside with your mother for the entire trip, as well as Gavin after he tried to race Ryan through the mountains and your mother became worried about the Hill Tribes, so you were grateful to be out in an open area. However, almost as soon as your feet touched the ground you felt your short leather boot being pulled from your foot into the mud.

You’d stumbled and reached out for the first person you could in an attempt to steady yourself. Once you had wretched your foot free, you looked up to find yourself nearly face to face with a boy of your age and a pair of bright blue eyes blinking back at you. You remembered feeling your cheeks flush and your heart skip a beat before one of your guards had gotten off of his horse to assist you to the castle itself - your handmaiden scurrying behind with a new pair of shoes.

Though, now as you looked at the man in front of you, you were unsure if he would ever even recall such a small meeting from years past. “Welcome to our hall, Ser. Thank you for joining us,” you replied, smiling and nodding your head in his direction, “Please, both of you, be seated. We will hopefully begin our meal soon.” Both Chad and Sam gave you another smile before the pair of the turned and headed off to the long table and took seats near the end across from one another.

Very quickly after that more people began filing into the hall. Lord Jack and his wife Lady Caiti from Bear Island came in, followed by the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. As Lord Geoff walked across the hall he had a look of almost disdain etched onto his face but once he came to face to face with your father his demeanor changed completely. “Burns,” he greeted with a playful smirk tugging at his lips, “Looks like you’ve spent too much time sitting on that throne and not enough walking around your Kingdom.”

At his words, your brothers and yourself exchanged glances. No visitor ever spoke to your father like that and part of you expected him to be angry. However, your father merely laughed and pulled the Lord Commander in for an embrace, clapping him on the back as they pulled apart. “Good to see the wall hasn’t frozen over your sense of humor as well as your heart, Geoff,” your father quipped, making the Commander laugh as well.

Lord Geoff moved down to kiss your mother on her cheek, telling her it had been too long since they’ve all seen one another. Before you knew it he was in front of your brothers and yourself. Now that he was closer you could get a better look at him. His blacks looked nearly new and along with his dark hair and beard, his icy blue eyes stood out. “The Burns Brood,” he chuckled to himself, shaking his head, “My, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen any of you. You’re all grown now; last I saw our dear Princess was just beginning to talk. Look at you now!”

You looked over at your brothers who looked just as confused as you felt. Ryan, however, was the first one to recover and find his manners. “It is a pleasure to have you here with us tonight, Lord Commander. Please, take a seat at our table,” he said, motioning over towards the table where the other guests were already seated.

As more people filed into the room, you were sure that you were ready to have a seat yourself. You were growing tired of standing and greeting people with a polite smile that you had to keep plastered to your face. Although, when you heard the announcement of Lord Michael and his Lady wife, Lindsay, you were more than happy to stay in your spot. When they made it down to you after greeting your parents and brothers, you very nearly plucked the babe from Lindsay’s arms to hold her close.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again as well,” Michael laughed, shaking his head.

You glanced over at the pair of them and smiled, “She’s precious, but, my apologies. How are the both of you? Are you enjoying Riverrun, Lord Michael? It must be very different than the Dreadfort.”

“It’s a fair bit warmer in the Riverlands than the North,” Michael said with a slight shrug of his shoulder, “But I am enjoying my time there.”

“I’m very glad to hear that,” you said, smiling before looking back at the baby in your arms who was running a hand over the fur along your neckline, “Do I have to give her back?”

Lindsay laughed and stepped forward, “Unfortunately. You’ve got more princess-ing to do.”

Very reluctantly, you handed baby back over to her mother after pressing a fleeting kiss to the side of her head. Lindsay let out a small laugh as she stepped forward to embrace you and press a quick kiss against your cheek. “We will make sure to call for you before we leave for Riverrun in the morning,” she promised before walking off towards the table with Michael in tow. You shifted a little uncomfortably and looked to your right at your brothers.

“How much longer do we need to stand here? My feet are beginning to ache,” you mumbled softly as you leaned closer to Gavin’s side.

Gavin chuckled and shook his head, “Our jousting champion who took a lance to the face is hurting from standing at court.”

“How the mighty have fallen,” Ryan teased as well, folding his hands in front of him, “Not much longer, Y/N. I believe we’re only waiting for one more guest.”

You narrowed your eyes at both of your brothers and turned your head to look elsewhere around the cavernous Throne Room. Both of your parents seemed to be more than content to be there, chatting quietly amongst themselves. At the table, your guests had been offered drink and seemed to be having a wonderful time talking and laughing with one another whilst partaking in the ale, wine, and other beverages. At the entrance of the hall, you noticed the Court Hearld step inside of the room once more and you could only assume that it meant that your final guest had arrived.

“Presenting the Prince of Dorne, his highness, Alfredo Diaz,” the guard’s voice boomed throughout the room.

Everyone, including those seated, stared expectantly at the double doors at the end of the hall. You were more than a little shocked that your father had thought to invite the Prince of Dorne, seeing as Dorne and the rest of the realm were not always on the best of terms. A man stepped into view and you were slightly taken aback at the sight of him. You had never been to Dorne, or even met anyone from there, and you were immediately intrigued by his garb.

He walked down the length of the room in a cloth-of-gold jacket that full length sleeve and fell below his hips featuring beautiful orange and red embroidered designs throughout the garment. The jacket seemed to be much lighter weight than the piece found in Westeros as it flowed slightly behind him as he moved. His breeches were also seemingly made of a lighter material as the sand colored fabric rippled around his legs with each step. His jacket was not buttoned all the way up as most men with the Kingdom would wear it, but it finished almost halfway up his chest, revealing a triangle of tanned skin.

Once he had made it to your parents there seemed to be a tense sort of exchange between them, but Prince Alfredo smiled brightly and patted your father on the arm before kissing your mother’s hand. He was charismatic to say the least. He greeted both of your brothers warmly, shaking their hands and clasping them at the elbow as he did so; his smile never faltered. When he made it to you, you almost couldn’t form a coherent thought inside of your head. Closer up, you could see just how handsome this Prince was with his dark hair and dark eyes. You realized as he took your hand in his to kiss the back of it that you hadn’t said anything, making your cheeks flare hot.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here with us, Prince Alfredo. I hope that you are enjoying your visit to King’s Landing,” you finally managed to say, smiling back at him.

Alfredo lowered your hand and met your eyes with his own wide grin, “It’s lovely to be here, my lady. It is an honor to have been invited here to sup with your family and esteemed guests.”

“We are most excited to have you here,” you said, your hands absently fiddling with the fur trim of your sleeves, “Please, have a seat and enjoy yourself.”

With one last smile and nod, Prince Alfredo turned on his heel and made his way over to the table with the other guests. Once everyone was seated and comfortable, your father announced that the meal could begin. On any other circumstance, your family would most certainly be seated at a seperate table on a raised platform away from your guest, as was tradition. However, due to the nature of the meal and why mostly everyone had been brought here, you were told to find a seat amongst your guests.

Quickly, you found your way over to where Chad was sitting and he happily slid to the side enough to make room for you, and your gown. You sat yourself down next to Chad and smiled at him, noticing that Sam was across from him you smiled at him as well. Next to Sam was Prince Alfredo who was looking to his other side and talking with Lord Michael, while on your other side was Lady Lindsay and the little babe.

“You looked about ready to walk off of The Wall the longer you stood up there,” Chad said, pouring wine into the cup in front of you.

You laughed and graciously took the drink from him, “I have no idea what you mean, Chad, I am a dutiful Princess who enjoys all of her responsibilities.”

Chad let out a loud laugh and had to duck his head slightly when other people from down the table looked your way. You grinned slightly to yourself and raised your wine to your lips to take a long sip. “Do those responsibilities include being shown off to any eligible man in the Seven Kingdoms?” Sam asked from across the table. Chad’s head quickly shot up and he fixed his squire with a hard glare.

“Sam! That isn’t something you say to the Princess of the Realm,” he scolded.

However, you laughed and lowered your cup to the table. “It’s alright, Chad. He’s not wrong,” you said, looking at Sam, “They do now, yes. Unfortunately, I am of the age where it would be beneficial to my parents, and the Kingdoms, if I were to wed.”

“You could just marry our Lord here and get it over with. You’re already so fond of one another,” he suggested, grinning into his ale.

Both you and Chad turned to look at one another, your noses scrunched slightly. “That would be like marrying Gavin or Ryan,” you said, grabbing your wine once more, “No offense meant, Chad.”

Chad shook his head, “I take none. You’ve become something of a little sister to me over the years, marrying you would be… off putting to say the least.”

“You both act as if marrying one’s sibling isn’t something the Royal family has done in the past. Not your Royal family, of course, my Lady,” Sam said, chuckling lowly to himself.

At that point, Prince Alfredo seemed to have finished his conversation with Lord Michael and looked over at the three of you with an amused expression on his face. “I feel as though I’ve overheard some part of a conversation that I was not meant to hear,” he said with a slight laugh. You only rolled your eyes playfully and shook your head from side to side before taking a small sip of wine and returning your cup to the table. “No, we were merely discussing how Lord Chad is almost like a third brother to me, so marrying him while not a true sin in the eyes of the Seven would feel as much to the both of us,” you explained.

“Well, have you met any suitable men that you could see yourself wedding?” Alfredo asked, sipping from his own cup.

You sighed softly and looked down at the table for a moment before you drug your eyes back up the Prince. “I’ve never much thought of actually getting married until recently, you see. I’ve always been much more interested in learning new things and exploring - having adventures. However, as it’s been explained to me, those are not things a Princess should be doing. So, I’ve met some men who… are nice and I’m sure would make fine husbands, I’m not entirely certain that they would make fine husbands for me,” you offered with a weak sort of shrug.

Chad reached out with a hand to give your back a gentle pat while both Sam and Prince Alfredo nod their head in what seemed to be understanding. Before much else could be said, servers began to file into the room with the first course of the evening. You sighed thankfully for the interruption, not wanting to continue with the topic at hand. Chad was the one to put food on your plate and you could only laugh softly as you playfully swatted his hands away.

“I am a Princess, not a invalid, Chad James. I am more than able to serve and feed myself.”

You could have sworn that you heard a snort of a laugh come from across the table and when you glanced up, you spotted Sam grinning down at his own plate of food. He had to have sensed that you were looking, as he looked up not long after. His eyes met your own and the two of you shared a slight smirk before returning to your food.

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theycallmemoosey · 7 years ago

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Beach Dreams

Jack Kelly x Reader

A/N - Okay. My first fic...I’m going to say this straight up: I hate the way it’s laid out but I had to make it this way to post it. Yay...soooo yeah, lemme know how it is. Oh and thanks to my wee squirrel, @musicaltheatrenerd2002, who is my motivation and support daily. Danke <3

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You woke up to little grumbles and snores next to you. You turned around in the little bed, facing your boyfriend Jack, who was mumbling in his sleep. You smiled to yourself and kissed his collarbone, placing your hand on his arm and shaking him slightly. “Jacky...baby, wake up” you mumbled by his ear. Jack woke up with a jolt, relaxing when he saw you. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, pecking the top of your head.

“Good mornin’ baby girl” Jack yawned, squeezing your arms tightly. You placed your head on his chest and snuggled closer to him, “what were you dreaming about?”. Jack sat up slightly, looking down at you, “Hm?”. You smiled at him, “You were having a dream...what was it about?”.

“Rainbows and ponies” Jack replied, and you whacked his arm and shook your head, “Really...babe come on. What were you dreaming about?”. “Nah. You’d laugh at me...”, he looked away dramatically. “Try me” you smirked at him, and he sighed, rubbing your arm up and down, “Well, I was...”

The lodging house warden began to shout at all the Newsies, walking down the lines of bunks, banging on each metal post of the bed. You could hear the groans of the Newsies as they were woken up, and you raised your head to look at Jack, who simply smiled at you lovingly, before leaning down to kiss you. “Miss Y/N?” You heard the old man behind you. You pulled away from Jack and tilted your head backwards, “Yeah?”. The warden bent down slightly to look at you, “What have I said about sleeping with the boys?”

“That it’s wrong, and if someone from the authorities were to walk in, then I’d get sent to the girls home down the road, but...you’re gonna let me off this one time because no one did turn up and you love me” you smiled at him, and he just shook his head and laughed. You and the warden had one of the best relationships in the house, considering he practically raised you from the age of 7, after he found you alone on the streets. You met Jack when he was brought into the lodging house after his fathers death and you two grew up as best friends. As the two of matured, you discovered you had feelings for one another. And now here you were, aged 16 with your boyfriend, loving life. As you began to get up, you could hear Race and Specs arguing in the bathroom as usual, and you laughed to yourself. You grabbed your clothes off of your actual bunk and strolled into the bathroom. “Alright boys, your times up. This bathroom is strictly for the female gender only from this moment until I leave” you smirked at them, placing your clothes on the nearest sink. You looked at the boys in the bathroom, who were all just staring at you. You huffed and placed a hand on your hip, “don’t make me get Jack...”With that, all the boys began murmuring and scrambling out of the bathroom. You laughed quietly, walking towards the door and catching Jack’s eye. He winked at you and you stuck your tongue out at him, before sliding the door and sighing with content. Peace and quiet.

You washed up, brushed your hair and got dressed into the trousers and oversized shirt, waistcoat and to finish a flat cap. You tidied your hair, pulling out loose strands from the cap to make sure you looked like a girl. Being a news girl sold more papers, unsurprisingly. You walked out the bathroom into the chaotic mess that was the dorm and walked towards Jack’s bunk, dumping his shirt that you sleep in on his pillow. “You know, Miss Y/N,” Romeo said behind you, badly imitating the warden’s voice, “you can’t put your stuff here...this is a boys bed. And we don’t want you to be sleeping with boys in case-“. “Bite me, Mo” you shook your head at him, perching on the side of Jack’s bed. “Where is Jack anyway?” “He went down early. I think he’s already gone to the newspaper factory” Crutchie piped up, struggling to put a sock on. You walked over and help him, confusion running through your head. “He’s never left early before...not unless we fight and...and we haven’t fought in donkey’s years” “I don’t know, Y/N. Maybe he just felt more energised and wanted to get ahead of the queue?” “Since when has Jack ever wanted to be first in line?” Race interrupted the conversation. You looked at Crutchie and sighed, before heaving yourself up and towards the end of the room. “Come on then boys. New day, new paper...same old Weasel. Let’s go sell some papes!”

You led the boys down the stairs, saying goodbye to the warden and walking with Crutchie down the road to the paper factory. You were one of the last to arrive at the gates, but a path was made to let you through. You looked through the gaps and noticed Jack negotiating something with Wiesel. You pulled Race towards you.

“Race, what’s he doing?” “What makes you think that I would know?”You sighed in defeat and shrugged, looking back towards Jack. You could see that he was getting frustrated. You watched the two of them, before you were elbowed gently by Specs. “What was that for?” You asked him, watching his head nod towards the gate, where the Delancey brothers were leant against the railings. You could see their eyes look you up and down, their smirks sickening. You sighed and crossed your arms, “boys, it’s been 8 years. Can’t you two take a hint?” You heard them both grunt, still smiling at you, “What part of no don’t you freaking understand?!” The noise of chattering behind you calmed and became quieter at the sound of your raised voices, although you could also hear the snickers of Race and Romeo next to you. You looked behind them, noticing Jack turn his head towards the gate. You looked at him and smiled shyly, trying to reassure him. You noticed Jack turn quickly back towards Wiesel, before he was given the usual 100 papers. The gates opened and the boys all rushed past you as they queued for their papers. Instead of joining them, you walked over to Jack who was sat reading the paper on the hay bales. “Hey”. He looked up, noticing who it was and smiling, “Hey princess” “Is everything okay, Jack? I saw you talking to Weasel and-“, Jack stood up quickly, taking your hand, “everything’s perfect, Y/N. Promise”. You hummed in agreement, although still suspicious. Jack let go of your hand, and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering by your cheek. “Go get your papers, and we’ll go sell” he kissed you quickly, and you walked away to line up.

“Ahhh Little Miss Y/N! How many we doing today?” “Weasel...” “Wiesel” “What’s up with Jack?” “He was asking for more papers...but everyone knows the max is 100” “Oh. Right. God, I thought it was something drastic” “How many, Y/N?” “Just 50 today” “50? You not feeling well?” “I’m peachy, Weasel...I’ll see you tomorrow” “It’s Wiesel!!” You paid for your papers and wandered over to Jack, papers in one hand and Jack’s hand in the other.

The two of you walked along the street, towards the main square. You were shouting all sorts of crazy headlines, your personal favourite of Jack’s being “flesh eating bug found in baby’s nose!”

The two of you managed to sell all 150 papers by 4, so the two of you decided to walk to the theatre as a reward. You entered the theatre hand in hand and met Medda backstage. “Jack! I was wondering when you were going to come back. Is that Miss Y/N with ya?” “Hey, Medda” “Oh! Y/N! My child! Oh my how lovely it is to see you again! My, how much you’ve grown since I last saw you!” “Only by an inch. She’s still a midget” Jack wrapped his arm around your shoulders, and pulled you close to him. “Hey now, Jack, that’s no way to talk about a lady! This young lady is a fine one, I’m telling you that. You’re very lucky to have her, Jack. Too lucky...” Medda faked a stern look, making you and Jack laugh slightly. “I know, Medda. I’m the luckiest damn guy in the world” Jack looked at you lovingly, before kissing your forehead. “Well, do you two want to watch the show?” You looked at Jack, who simply smiled and turned to Medda, “we’d love you, Medda, thank you. We haven’t had a time together for a while now” “I’ll let you two have the royal!” “Medda, honestly. There’s no need for that. We can-“ you began, but Medda interrupted.

“No! No! Please. Jack, you know the way. Why don’t you take her up?” Jack took your hand again, “Thank you Medda. You’re the best, honestly. If there are any more backdrops you need me to-“

“Later boy, up you go” Medda shooed you and Jack away Jack led you up the stairs above the stage and into the box, where two cushioned chairs were sat facing the stage. “Oh my lord, this is gorgeous...this is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” you looked at Jack, who just stared at you and smiled. “I mean...apart from your penthouse” “I agree, Y/N...this is the second most beautiful thing I’ve seen. You being the first. My penthouse doesn’t even cover it” Jack moved towards you and embraced you from behind, swaying you from side to side. You looked across the audience and smiled. “This is amazing. Thank you, Jack” “Why you thanking me? Baby, this is all Medda” “I would never have met Medda if it weren’t for you. Thank you for everything, Jack. I really love you, you know that, right?” Jack kissed your neck, “I know Y/N. I love you a million times more” He let go of you and led you into the seat closest to the stage before sitting in the one next to him. The two of you watched the show girls, the singers, the dancers and Medda. Throughout, Jack’s hand was either intertwined with yours or on your thigh, his thumb rubbing against you.

When the show ended, you gave a standing ovation, cheering when Medda took her bow. You looked to your side to see Jack, but saw no one there. You looked around the audience, but he was no where. You quickly stopped applauding and headed out the box, retracing your steps cautiously. You padded along the metal stairway backstage, being careful not to make too much noise. “Jack?” You whispered with a raised toned “Jack?!” You frantically turned your head, looking desperately for Jack, when you noticed him at the bottom of the stairs. “Why did you leave me?” You asked him, walking down the stairs hurriedly “I got you a little sumfin” he smiled childishly. “It better be bloody good...” “Well...best I can do for now”. Jack pulled out a rolled piece of paper, accompanied with a rose. “Jacky...” “Just open it, Y/N”. You looked at him and smiled, before unrolling the paper. Jack had drawn a portrait of you whilst you were watching the show. It was the most beautiful picture you had seen. You stared at it in awe, tears in your eyes. “You don’t like it...” “No! Oh my, Jack, no! This is...beautiful. There are no words for how beautiful this is...” “It’s sure as hell not as beautiful as you, Y/N. I love you with everything I have, even if it is with some paper and charcoal”. You laughed, before embracing him tightly. You kissed him deeply before the two of you were interrupted by Medda’s cough. “I know you two are young, but let’s keep the affection to a minimum in public, okay kids?” “Sorry Medda” Jack laughed, pulling you close, “Y/N, hun, why don’t you go talk to the girls over there? I know how you’ve always wanted to be an actress...” “Oh. Yeah sure” you pecked Jack’s cheek and wandered over towards the show girls, talking with them. Jack smiled as he watched you, before turning to Medda. “Medda, I...I was wondering if you needed anymore backdrops. Or anyone else needs them. See, I need to buy something that costs a lot of money and-“ “Oh sweetie, if you needed money you could have just asked for some. How much is it you need?” “You see, Medda, it’s for Y/N...”.

You watched Jack and Medda talking as you sat on the closest chair to the group of show girls. They stopped talking to you a while ago, and you knew whatever Jack was talking to Medda about was private, so you let them be. You watched as Jack smiled with joy, before hugging Medda tightly. He looked over at you and offered his arm. Giggling, you got up and walked to Jack, taking his arm and thanking Medda, before he walked you back to the lodging house. For the next few days, you woke up next to Jack, claimed the bathroom and walk back to his bunk, which was empty. He always left early, without anyone knowing why. Until one day, Crutchie ignored you. You could only assume he knew what Jack was up to, because when he saw you he smiled and then quickly looked away. Jack was acting particularly affectionate for the next few days, which was lovely for you but also quite odd, as he didn’t particularly like to show affection in public unless he was jealous or boasting.

Finally, it was Sunday. The one day without papers. The one day you could wake up at 11 in the morning and no one in the world would care. Except this morning, when you woke up to the sound of...nothing. You opened your eyes and saw the dorm was empty, including your bunk. You sat up and called out, “hello? Guys, it’s Sunday...where the hell are y’all?”

No one answered and the dorm was eerily silent. “Guys?”. You swung your legs over Jack’s bed and slipped on his nearest jumper, pulling it over Jack’s shirt and your shorts. You walked down the stairs and to the warden’s office. “Mornin’ Y/N” “Hey...where is everyone?” “Not sure. Saw some of them run past the door earlier so probably gone out. You did sleep in quite late to be fair, but you’re right. It is awful quiet...” “I’ll check the roof, see if Jack’s up there”. As you turned round to walk out, the warden grabbed your wrist, “I don’t like you up there, cos if the authority came they-“ “They’re not going to come...and if they do, I’ll take the risk” You walked out and ran up the stairs, through the dorm, then out to the balcony, stopping to take a breath before climbing up the stairs to the roof.

As you stepped onto the gravel of the roof, your breath was taken when you saw all the boys, roses in their hands and big smiles on their faces. “What the-“. Race smiled at you, “Jack. He...well...”. Jack emerged from the back of the group, “I love you, and I wanna show you how much I do. And all these guys wanna say thank you for everything you’ve done. You’ve been the mother half of us have never had and you know what, even though some of these boys are older than you, they think you’re so much better and wiser and we all love you for that. And so, I’m taking you somewhere you’ve always wanted to go...” “London?”. Jack laughed, “not quite, baby girl. We couldn’t quite afford London yet. The boys and I have arranged you and I a couple days in Connecticut. I know you’ve always wanted to go to the beach and see the sand and sea...”. You felt the tears roll down your face as you leapt into Jack’s arms, kissing his cheek continuously. “Thank you thank you thank you. Guys, all of you thank you so much”. The rest of the group joined the hug, suffocating you and Jack in the middle. “Guys! Can’t breathe!” Jack wheezed out, the both of you feeling the fresh air as each Newsies climbed off top of you. “Oh yeah, we all got you another present” Crutchie piped up, holding out a flat box to you. “Guys, you’ve all done enough” you gratefully took the box from Crutchie and opened it, revealing a light blue and purple flowing dress. You weren’t a dressy girl, but that’s only because you were never able to wear one before, however you had seen girls wear beautiful dresses and somehow been a bit jealous. While wearing Jack’s shirt, you would often find yourself flowing around the dorm as if it were a dress. You gasped at the dress, speechless, staring at how it is so beautiful. “Guys...this is...absolutely stunning. Thank you, so, so much...Jesus guys” you began to sob, and Jack pulled you in close. “How about, Y/N, you go put that on and meet me downstairs by our carriage?” “Our what?”

“Carriage...oh yeah. We’re going fancy, baby”. You laughed, kissing his cheek and thanking everybody once again before rushing downstairs to get the dress on.

It came to mid-thigh, not quite the dress of New York, but beach appropriate. You put on your nicest pair of slip on shoes and pinned your hair into a half up ponytail. You looked nice, which for yourself, meant something. You never thought you looked nice, no matter how much people told you that you looked nice.

You padded down the stairs, sighing with nervousness. The warden was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you, smiling when he saw how you looked. “My, my. Don’t you look beautiful Y/N?” “Shut it” you laughed, hugging him tightly. “I’ll see you in a few days, Y/N. Be safe” “I’m with Jack. I’m too safe if you ask me”. He waved you goodbye as you walked out the door, coming face to face with a Jack you didn’t recognise. He was in suit trousers, an ironed white shirt and his usual jacket, not forgetting his cap, although his hair was neatly tucked in. “Don’t you look, handsome?” “Romeo made me...so I look alright?” “You kidding me? I’ve never been more in love with you than right now”

Jack smiled at you and pulled you in for a kiss, before leading you into the carriage, pulled by horses. The journey was long and for some points, quite boring. You immediately went through Brooklyn, passing by Spot who waved to you. You crossed the boarder and into Connecticut. For some part of the journey, you slept on Jack, and he on you. Just as you were leaving Manhattan, you asked Jack the question on your mind. “Jack...” “Princess” “How?” “How what?” “Did you do this? Get all the money? I do the same job as you and I can’t even afford decent clothes, let alone a 3 day holiday off of work, a new dress, a carriage and a trip to the beach...how?” Jack sighed, looking hesitant to answer. He took your hand in his and looked at you lovingly. “Weasel helped me out. The boys and I all worked extra shifts and Weasel charged us less for the same amount of papers, so we made more money. We knew he’d do it because he loves you to death, and he too, can see how hard you’ve worked. I asked Warden as well...he obviously chipped in. I mean, that alone covered a lot. I left super early in the morning to draw and sell my pictures, and did the same at night. And that day you were sick? I just sold my art. I worked extra at Medda’s as well, and of course she leant me some money. Everyone can see how hard you work to keep us all sane, and yourself. Everyone loves you, and it’s time you get a break”

You didn’t notice the stupid grin on your face, and went to hug Jack tightly. “I love you so damn much, Kelly...” “I love you more”

When you arrived, the two of you went to a nearby hotel, with a king sized bed and a view across the sea. You couldn’t see it because you arrived at night, but the smell alone was amazing. You slept soundly in the huge bed, loving the extra room you had, although you still slept close to Jack.

In the morning, Jack woke up, blindfolding you to the balcony. When you were outside, he took the blindfold off, revealing the beach. It was beautiful.

You had never seen sand before and so you were speechless, begging to go down as quickly as possible. You changed into your dress and dragged Jack downstairs quickly. You ran onto the sand, feeling it slip between your toes. It was hot and felt quite sharp, but pleasant. You looked at Jack happily and held out both hands to him, and he walked to you happily, dancing with you in the sand. He led you towards the water and you weren’t expecting it to be as cold as it was. He began splashing you and chasing you around the water. It was clear why the boys had bought you a shorter dress.

The two of you spent the day on the beach, eating hot dogs for lunch and chips for dinner. You both walked along the shore line at sunset, heading towards the hotel once again. Jack stopped by the rocks, looking in the small pools. “Y/N” “Mmhmm?” “Come here, I wanna show you something quick”. You wandered over to him, looking in the small pool of water. He pointed to a small creature that walked sideways. You laughed at the sight of it, cringing slightly. “It’s called a crab. They’re actually quite delicious...” “You eat them?!” “Yeah. Like you eat fish” “Oh...” “Do you want to hold it” “Ew. No. Thanks for the offer but I’ll-“. Jack clasped his hands together, holding them out towards you, “sure? I mean, he won’t hurt you”. You squealed and backed away. “No! Jack, take it away!” You laughed at him. “Come on, Y/N, pleeeeease” “No!” “Okay okay” Jack chuckled, placing his hands back in the water. He wiped his hands on his trousers, before holding your hand back to the hotel. You fell asleep in an instant, sound asleep against Jack’s chest. He kissed your temple, more in love with you now then ever, before falling asleep with you.

The next day was exactly the same, going shopping in the nearby town. You loved spending time with Jack, especially without worrying about papers and made up headlines. You couldn’t have been happier. The last day came faster than you would have liked, and you spent the day relaxing on the sand, cuddled up to each other, jack’s shirt on the sand as a blanket, and his cap on his face to shield his eyes from the sun. You thought he looked more handsome than ever and kissed him unexpectedly. He sat up, surprised, as you just sat and giggled at him. Jack wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but he grabbed you and pulled you in for a deep kiss. You were there for a while, finally pulled apart by a man who asked you two to stop for the “innocence of my son”. When he walked away, the two of you laughed and cuddled back up together. “Jacky?” “Y/N” “You never told me what you were dreaming about the other night. It’s been bugging me ever since...” “Uhhh” jack sat up, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Jack, don’t make me tickle you” you lunged your arms at his sides, tickling him.

“Alright, alright!” Jack squirmed out of your reach, grabbing your hands, “I was dreaming about...about losing you” “What?” “You left the lodging house early one day and I went after you, only to find out you were with Oscar” “What? Delancey?” “Yeah...and I tried to soak them and I failed...” You laughed, shocked at what Jack was suggesting. “See? I told you you’d laugh at me!” “Oscar? Really?” “I know...” “I mean, if I were to go for a Delancey, it would HAVE to be Morris, I mean, have you seen his eyes?!” Jack just stared at you, jealously flashing across his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile, turning into a laugh when he growled playfully at you. He jumped towards you and pushed you backward, making you fall onto the blanket. He just stared into your eyes lovingly, sighing. “I wouldn’t leave you for all the money in he world” you reassured him. “I love you” he leant down to kiss you, but you rolled out of his hold, scrambling up onto your feet. You began running across the sand towards the sea, calling out behind you, “Race you for first bath tonight!” Jack just laughed at you, chasing you towards the water, splashing you as he entered.

You went for one last swim until the sun began to set, and once again walked along the shore hand in hand. When you once again reached the rocks, Jack stopped you and kissed you gently. “Thank you, Jack. This was the best thing that’s ever happened to me. After you, of course...” Jack smiled, “anything for my girl. Speaking of baby...I need to ask you something” “What’s up, Jack?” “Y/N, I know we’re only young, but I’ve decided. You’re the one for me and I’ve never felt this way about any girl before. You’re my sunrise and sunset and everything in between. You’re my world, and I want to give you everything and more...” Jack breathed in deeply, noticing you smiling widely. He took your hand in his and knelt down on one knee, noticing you gasp and begin to cry. He took out a small black box and opened it, revealing a beautiful black diamond ring. “Y/N...will you become Mrs Y/N Kelly? Will you marry me?”. You nodded frantically, unable to form words. Jack sprung up and hugged you tightly, pushing the ring onto your finger. He kissed you deeply. “I love you so much Y/N...” “I love you so much too Jacky”

You two practically skipped back to the hotel, crawling back into the hotel bed. You leant against Jack’s chest, admiring the ring on your finger. Jack pulled you in close and kissed your forehead. “How?”

“Medda. She’s had this for years, but never had a use for it. When I explained what I wanted to do, she gave it to me the next day. It’s perfect for you...” “It’s perfect. You’re perfect” you kissed Jack and snuggled into his arm more. “Goodnight Kelly” you mumbled against Jack. “N’night Kelly” Jack rubbed your arm, watching you fall sound asleep on him. “I love you” “I love you too”.

There was silence for a few moments, before you whispered once more.

“Kells?”

“Mmhm?”

“Is this a bad time to tell you...I’m pregnant?”

#newsies #jack kelly #jack kelly x reader #reader insert #newsies imagine #musical

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jess-irenes-fics · 7 years ago

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@theklynnsmith I am sorry if this is short, too rushed/fast paced, or generally just terrible and I hope it is what you requested, angst is my thing please keep that in mind

It was almost twelve in the afternoon and Sam had yet gotten out of bed. Dean had knocked on his door around ten and made a breakfast call but he wasn’t hungry again.

Dean knocks on the door. “Sammy, I made your favorite lunch. Dino nuggets....” he waits a moment for a response. Nothing. “Alright” he let out a sigh. “Well, I’ll leave them by the door....” he sat them down and walked away.

Sam looked over at the door and thought on if it was worth it. He was a bit hungry so he deamed it worth it. He walked to the door and opened it, bending and taking the nuggets. He ate them slowly as he walked back over and sat on the bed.

“Hey, I know you have the nuggets....dude, come out here, watch Stooges with me?”

“No thanks. Don’t feel like it. Thanks for the food.” He responded simply to his brother.

“Alright....” Dean walked back to the library and took a seat at the table feeling defeated. He tapped his fingers on the table with boredom.

Moments later Dean’s phone rang.

“Dean Winchester, cause of death?” He answers.

“......no one is dead” the voice answered. “I know you don’t remember who I am but...I am in a situation and I need help....” the voice spoke.

“........Ben.”

“......yeah, hey, Dean”

“What is the situation,kid?”

“.....yes,actually”

“Huh? Sorry, come again”

“....my girlfriend and I ran away when her family became too much to handle I had to get her away but....she’s pregnant....we have nowhere to go,Dad”

“Oh,fuck me.” Dean mumbles wiping his face with his hand. “Ben, what the hell were you thinking! I know you think you’re a man but you’re still a kid!!!.....alright, uh....where are you? And, how far along is she?”

“She is Uhm...due anytime now and we’re in North Carolina”

“More specific”

“Fayettville...”

“Oh geez, you took her to CF?” Was Dean’s first reaction, the town they had visited once was a expierence.

“Yeah?”

“Jesus Christ, first just get her somewhere else and I’ll meet you-“

“I don’t think we will be able to leave”

“Alright, I’m on my way kid”

“Thankyou”

“Yeah, Yeah, yknow after this long a simple hey how ya doin phonecall would have been a nice reunion” Dean says.

He walks back down the hall to Sam’s room.

“Sam, you will never guess what just happened”

“What’s the case?” Sam simply states seeking uninterested.

“It’s not exactly a case....Ben, Ben called.....Uhm....he is down on his luck a bit so I’m gonna help but I have to go out to North Carolina to get him....sure don’t want to take that long ass ride alone....and I’m kinda gonna be a grandad...so what do ya say?” Dean smiles full of hope Sam would want to come.

“No thanks and congrats.” was all he got from his brother.

He left with disappointment.

When Dean arrived at the destination the once eleven year old boy stood there, now his height.

“Hey” Ben calls him over.

“You’ve gotten big” Dean smiled. “So, hows your girl doing?”

“They’re both great” Ben smiled. “Want to meet your granddaughter?”

“Hell yeah, and her mom. She cute?”

“Yeah, they both are”

Dean smacks him in the head.

Ben steps into the room. “Babe, someone’s here, okay to come in?”

“Sure” she giggled and welcomed Dean with a smile. “I’ve wanted to meet the man I’ve heard so much about...and thanks again....I understand how big our mistake was, I know we are young, being only 20”

“People make mistakes Sweetheart....she is a pretty one....so what’s her name?”

“We haven’t decided-“ Ben began only to be cut off.

“Wolf, I like Wolf”

“Can I hold Wolf?”

“Mhm” she nods and let’s him hold her. That instant, Dean knew he had someone to protect above anyone else, even Sammy. “Hi Wolf....I’m grandpa Dean” she smiled down at her.

The weeks went by, then months, Sam eventually succumbed to his depression and just as he said, it ended bloody.

It was the four of them in the bunker now. Dean, Ben, Sarah and Wolf who was about six months old now.

“Dad, go out” Sarah, who Dean felt was his placed her hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head and placed his hand over hers.

“I wasn’t asking” she made him stand and had Ben help her force him outside,closing the door in his face. They were worried, Dean hadn’t left since the night Sam passed three months before.

While Dean was out “enjoying” himself, Ben had joined him then went home to sleep, Dean couldn’t. In that time someone or something had managed to break a single warden on the bunker and came in.

Sarah felt something wasn’t right, sitting up and rubbing her eyes she looked down to expect Ben sleeping but instead saw him lying there lifeless.

“Ben. Ben! Ben!” She shook him then looked up hearing a scratching. She grabbed the gun under her pillow and went over to grab Wolf before going to fetch Dean.

“Dad, psst, daddy, something got in and they got Ben” she sat Wolf beside her now passed out grandfather.

One shot. Whatever or whoever it was made itself known and Dean was alert.

Two guns pointed to it.

“Sarah, move!”

“No. No dad.”

“Sarah, I said move. Take Wolf and get out!”

“I said no.” She turned her head to him in the dark room. “Thanks for taking care of Baby Wolf for me, and thanks for helping Ben and I, but her, she is my cub, and this is my pack.” She turned her head back and her gun was aimed point blank.

Two Shots. It was weaker now but as it died, it killed her, bit her head clean off.

Dean grabbed Baby Wolf, who unlike him, thankfully would not remember this or the past months like he would.

“We’re getting the hell out....out of this life. You are my cub, you are the only one left in my pack.”

The next morning after spending the night in a hotel and getting breakfast somewhere, he comes back to the bunker with her. He went to see what it was. There lay two bodies on his bedroom floor and one of them, “a....wolf?”

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For The (Not)Watch: Episode 7.2

Exposition Theatre Presents...

Apologies for the lateness of this recap, I assume many of these topics have already been covered elsewhere, but I have things to say nonetheless!!! The episode was far from the worst, though far from the best. Inoffensive for the most part and even included some rather nice moments (if you ignore the broader context... so, you know, the usual). Let’s start at the beginning...

It was a dark and stormy night. Tyrion was regaling the Dragon Queen about the circumstances of her own birth, which was a treacherous omen of things to come. Dany and Varys then decide to have a conversation that should have happened before he had even stepped aboard her ferry to Dragonstone. She confronts him about plotting to assassinate her back in Season 1 and he’s just like “whaddayagonnado?” and she makes him swear that he’ll actually tell her she sucks before actually betraying her. I’m sure that’ll work out swell. Varys assures her...

And Tyrion vouches for Varys because he’s “an excellent judge of character.”

Then Grey Worm has some kinda psychic episode and suddenly jumps in to tell Dany that Melisandre is in da house to say welcome to the neighborhood. Dany is cool with her being there because apparently the red priests helped bring “peace” to Meereen (really? when did that happen?) and Mel starts speaking to Dany in High Valyrian.

**We interrupt this program to bring you a prophecy that should have been mentioned 7 seasons ago. Had D&D realized this was actually an important plot point, they would have seeded it earlier. We now return to your regularly scheduling programming.**

Dany’s bummed that she’s not the Prince That Was Promised because she’s not a “prince”, then Missandei interrupts to tell Dany, WHOSE FIRST LANGUAGE IS HIGH VALYRIAN, that her interpretation of the prophecy is wrong -- the PTWP is totes gender-neutral, y’all! Mel won’t confirm or deny if Dany is the PTWP because even she is apparently skeptical of her own bullshit; instead she just tells Dany that she NEEDS to hook up with this cat Jon Snow, who “defeated” the Boltons and became “King in the North”. Dany’s like...

So is Tyrion, tbh. He jumps in and vouches for Jon too (remember, Excellent Judge of Character!) and because Dany has no opinions or thoughts of her own and can’t even properly translate her own mother tongue, she’s like okay cool, send a raven to Jon (where did they get ravens?).

Well, it must have been a FedEx Express Overnight™ raven cuz we cut immediately to Winterfell where Jon is already reading Tyrion’s letter. Sandra questions whether or not it’s really Tyrion but Jon says it’s legit because he included a Book Quote from the first season. And even though Jon got to know Tyrion pretty well on their journey to the Wall, he decides to be Condescending Ally and asks Sandra her opinion. Sandra then fulfills her “Tyrion’s such a nice guy!” quota for the season before Davos strolls up to finally deliver some dialogue. He has a “eureka” moment when he realizes that dragons can kill white walkers. Jon asks if he thinks he should meet with Dany as she Tyrion requested, and Davos says no, it’s too dangerous, but they should keep that shit in their back pocket for future consideration...

Then we hop to King’s Landing... Side Note: not only do all the main female characters dress alike this season, they all sound alike too. Seriously, watch these first three scenes with your eyes closed -- they all sound exactly the same!

Anyway, Cersei is in the throne room addressed Randyll “What Sword?” Tarly and some leftover Tyrells to try and convince him to join her cause against Dany, and Randyll doesn’t seem at all bothered by being ordered around by a woman. (So, I guess it’s cool for Arya and Brienne to be retconned as misogynists, but actual canon misogynists like Randyll Tarly are suddenly super cooperative and tolerant? Okay.) Cersei then starts throwing mad shade at Dany and her dad: “You remember the Mad King and the horrors he inflicted on his people...” <-- says the woman who literally did the thing that Jaime KILLED Aerys for only THREATENING to do. At this point, I began to wonder if it was actually common knowledge that Cersei blew up the sept; I guess there’s some plausible deniability, but Cersei herself doesn’t exactly seem like she has anything to hide in that regard...

After the meeting breaks up, Jaime takes Randyll aside and introduces himself to Dickon, who seems to be played by a new actor now. (BTW, how many times do you think D&D giggled like 10-year-olds at the name “Dick-On”?) Jaime questions why they even came, and Randyll says, “If my queen summons me, I answer the call. And I’ve heard what she does to those who defy her.” Which answers my question above -- he DOES know about the sept. Yet, just like kinslaying and Guest Right, terrorism is just NBD anymore. Randyll then waffles in his allegiance to Cersei and Olenna Tyrell, and I’m just.... Please. If Olenna, who is not even a Tyrell by blood, was really the only Tyrell left, do you REALLY think Randyll wouldn’t bounce at the first opportunity?? Then Jaime makes Randyll an offer he can’t refuse (Warden of the South) because the King’s Landing plot is basically The Godfather now.

Down at the Citadel, Archmaester Slughorn has a terminal prognosis for Jorah and he suggests that he just fall on his sword and get it over with. Jorah, I assume, is too busy wondering how he’s gonna make sweet love to Khaaleeesiiii with a stone wang...

Then we jump back to KL where Qyburn and Cersei are taking a little stroll through the dungeons where the dragon skulls are. Cersei says that Robert would come down there sometimes to look at them, or to band random whores, which seems extremely unlikely since Robert had an aneurysm every time the Targaryens were even mentioned. Cersei questions how they’re actually gonna be able to defeat Dany’s dragons, and Arnold Qyburnegger insists that “If it bleeds, we can kill it.” He then reveals his TOP SECRET MASTER PLAN!!! A really big crossbow. Somewhere Daryl Dixon just got the most massive boner...

Then we’re back on Dragonstone where Yara and Ellaria are yelling at Dany to just attack Dragonstone now while they have the opportunity and the forces. Tyrion’s all, “I got this, babe” and proceeds to lay out Dany’s plan for Dany (is it even Dany’s plan?), because why should the supposed leader and aspiring Queen be the one to give her troops their marching orders herself? The few lines she did have were just direct quotes from Tyrion. Anyway, Dany Tyrion tells Yara to escort Ellaria back to Dorne for some reason I don’t remember and I couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t think of this before dragging Ellaria and Olenna all the way to Dragonstone just to send them back south again. BTW, D&D thought this scene was super Feminist because 4 women were in one scene together. I’m not making that up...

Then Dany and Olenna have a one-on-one in which Olenna delivers the first meme of Season 7: “You’re a dragon! Be a dragon!” T-shirts are now available in the HBO store. (Yes, I’m serious.)

We then take a break from “Game of Thrones” to bring you a very special episode of “As the Grey Worm Turns”. So, blah blah blah, Missandei visits Grey Worm in his quarters, whines about him leaving, he calls her his “weakness”, kisses her, she immediately disrobes -- seriously, that shit came off QUICK like

...and then he goes down on her. SIGH okay look... Yes, it was a lovely scene in and of itself, and I know this was D&D’s attempt at something “sweet” for a change, and YES it was the first CONSENSUAL sex scene we’ve gotten since, what, Season 3? But here’s the problem... First of all, there are so many other actual CANON romances in ASOIAF that have gone completely or virtually unexplored on this show, so for them to just invent this “romance” between a eunuch and a character who is actually supposed to 10 just feels utterly inane. Let’s be honest, guys, this scene happened for 2 reasons: (A) they wanted to see Nathalie Emmanuel naked again, and (B) penises are for sexual assault and comic relief ONLY on this show.

So, back at the Citadel, Slughorn is droning on about one thing or another when Sam says he found a couple of recorded cases of greyscale being cured, but Sluggy says don’t believe the hype because the procedure is too dangerous and risky and was outlawed. But... you guys... greyscale is like Westerosi AIDS, so even if the procedure is “risky”, don’t you think it’s worth maybe EXPLORING at the very least??? Anyway, I’m sure you can already guess what’s gonna happen next...

Yes, Sam sneaks into Jorah’s quarters with an assortment of paraphernalia, and the same dude who spent a solid 5 minutes last episode dry-heaving over some turds has suddenly decided he’s now Doogie Howser. He offers Jorah some rum to drink to dull the pain, since apparently milk of the poppy was outlawed while we weren’t looking, and it turns out that the cure for greyscale is to just scrape it off like an old paint job. Huh.

BTW, what the hell is with this new obsession with juxtaposing bodily fluids with food all of a sudden?? New fetish?? Anyway, that pie looked AMAZING. We’re not at what I assume is the Inn at the Crossroads where Arya is chilling waiting for her meal, special delivered by Iron Chef Hot Pie! She begins to eat and drink like a pig in the manner of her soulmate The Hound and makes a joke about baking one or two pies (BECAUSE SHE’S THE MARIE CALLENDER OF MURDER PIES GET IT); there’s also another brief reference to Briennebowl (sigh). Turns out, even fucking Hot Pie knows about Cersei blowing up the sept, ffs. He also knows something else that, for some reason, Arya doesn’t -- that the Starks took back Winterfell from the Boltons. Arya is SHOOK and frankly so am I because she spent 2 whole weeks at the Twins and NO ONE mentioned this?? Even the Lannister soldiers from last episode never brought it up?? Anyway, Arya’s like “oh shit I gotta go” and Hot Pie tells her that he prefers her as a girl because she’s “pretty” and OH how I wish she would have gotten more of a reaction from that, but then again this is GoT where only “idiot” girls would respond to being called pretty... When she leaves the inn, she hangs a louie north instead of south, having decided to keep her murdering more local.

This actually wasn’t that bad a scene, to be honest. I liked how Arya looked genuinely detached as she casually made references to murders she committed or would be committing... and then how she completely snaps out of it when she hears that Jon is in Winterfell. I think the success of this scene rests solely on Maisie’s shoulders though.

Speaking of WF, we then cut to Jon who is doing the thing where the scene opens on someone just staring blankly at a map. Maester Whatshisnameagain comes in to deliver Sam’s raven, cuz the Citadel is cheap as fuck and only uses UPS Ground. We then IMMEDIATELY jump to another council meeting where Jon announces Sam’s “news” that Dragonstone is lousy with dragonglass, and that this info has confirmed his decision to answer Dany’s Tyrion’s summons after all. And because Jon can NEVER seem to clue Sandra in on his plans BEFORE meetings, he blindsides her once again, prompting her to ONCE AGAIN speak up in defiance. Yes, it’s all just lame, manufactured, forced tension on D&D’s part, and what makes it even more infuriating is that it frames Sandra as a brat Every. Time. Though, in this case, everyone else in the room seems to agree with her, including Feminist Icon™ Lyanna Mormont -- Jon is their King and should NOT abandon them when winter is upon them. Jon’s like, “Hey YOU guys are the ones who wanted me to be KiTN, I never asked for it!” Which is a super cool thing to say in front of the rightful heir whose claim you stole. But hey, all is forgiven I guess when Jon oh-so generously declares that he’s leaving WF in Sansa’s hands while he’s gone. Hey, I kidnapped your child, would you mind babysitting for me for a bit? So, basically Jon abandons the North like he did the Night’s Watch, and aren’t we so glad that Sansa’s claim was completely ignored in favor of this super reliable dipshit?

Before he leaves, Jon ducks down into the crypts to meditate in front of Ned’s effigy when Littlefucker rolls up on him like a creep and Jon’s just OVER IT before it’s even begun...

LF then declares that he “loves” Sandra (cue every puking gif ever), and Jon immediately knocks his gross ass into the wall and tells him he’ll kill him if he ever touches his sister. Frankly, LF seemed kinda into it... ;-P

Jon then leaves and mounts his horse, waving goodbye to Sandra from her permanent perch on the walkway, and she’s all

Out in the woods, Arya’s building a fire when she notices her horse acting freaked out. She suddenly finds herself surrounded by VERY BAD BOYS snarling and growling at her when a huge figure comes up behind her and then...

Yeah, I admit it, I straight up cried seeing Arya and Nymeria together again. Of course, this is GoT, though, and we can’t have nice things, so it was shortlived. Yes, in the grand tradition of D&D reintroducing forgotten characters just to kill off/get rid of them again, I present: NYMERIA. So I went from tears to rage in less than a minute. These fucking assholes are more concerned about $$$$ than the VERY CRUCIAL FACT that the Stark kids are bonded to their wolves FOR LIFE and are GODDAMN WARGS, period. I hate them so much.

The next scene was filmed through a dirty coffee filter and I couldn’t see a damn thing, but horrible accents + cattiness = must be the Sand Snakes! Oh joy! I dunno what those fucking accents were; they sounded like fucking Apollonia when she first learned English, and I wanted to kill myself. Things just got worse from there when we jumped to another part of the ship (oh yeah, we’re on a ship btw) where Ellaria and Yara are cozying up to each other in front of Theon and begin to taunt him by feeling each other up and MAN I can’t wait for these bitches to die. The gropefest is mercifully interrupted then by the ship getting rammed, and they all run outside to see Euron’s sails in the firelight. Euron Both-Hands himself then makes one helluva entrance before getting down to some good ol’ murderin’. It’s a complete clusterfuck that’s not very well lit but I could see enough to know that he killed Obara and Nym...

PRO TIP: If you’re trying to establish the next big villain on your show, don’t have him kill off 2 of the most universally despised characters.

Not surprisingly, they spare Ellaria and Tyene “Bad Pussy” Sand (AKA the one Sand Snake most willing to take her top off), meanwhile Euron and Yara face off against one another. Euron gets the upper hand and is holding a knife to Yara’s throat as he calls to Theon. Theon looks back and forth between his shitperson sister and his psychopath uncle and decides mmmmmm NOPE

I’ve seen plenty of people criticizing Theon for this, and I think it’s utter bullshit. Like, I honestly believe that scene was intended to show us that Theon was still highly traumatized and triggered in that moment, much like Sandor during the Blackwater. I do not think that we, as viewers, were meant to look at that and come away thinking that Theon was being shitty or a coward. BUT HERE’S THE THING: you cannot spend 6 seasons conditioning your audience to believe that experiencing genuine trauma is a “weakness” or “foolish” and then expect everyone to be all cool and understanding when you suddenly decide to go for “realism”. Especially when last season featured a scene in which Yara told Theon to either get over it or just kill himself and it was framed as LEGITIMATELY GOOD ADVICE (which D&D even confirmed as such)!! So yeah, a retcon in which Theon’s trauma is addressed in a very logical and meaningful way is obviously going to receive backlash. This is the same show where Sansa had to be raped in order to be “strong”, so clearly a male character who’s experienced similar trauma should just “get over it” too, right? THAT is the lesson GoT is teaching its viewers, so it stands to reason that they would revolt when a character has a genuine PTSD episode. Not to mention the fact that Yara totally did not deserve Theon’s help or protection after the way she had treated him. Not to mention how SHE left HIM behind with Ramsay!! And later blamed HIM for it! Shit, I would leave her ass too. So, yeah, this scene was, I believe, intended to show that, no, Theon is NOT over it, because yelling at someone to just stop being sad about their trauma is not a magical cure. But it’s too late for this show to try and be sensitive about these sorts of things, because your viewers have been programmed NOT to accept it. So the one time D&D&Co choose to be authentic, it falls on deaf ears. No surprise there.

Quite a note to end on, for sure. Next week looks to be more of the same, so I’m stocking up on Red Bull now...

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