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elliespassagerprincess · 2 years ago

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Scream for me - finale (ellie willams x reader)

This is the final part of the series:)

Part 1

Part 2

Pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are always open! feel free to send one:)

Warnings: HUGE warning for this one: detailed descriptions of torture, death, murder, blood, knives, body mutilation

Summary: maybe she should've killed you

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Abby Anderson. Ghostface’s most brutal kill yet. Everybody knew Ghostface was a violent killer, but fuck this was on a whole other level.

Abby Anderson, aged 21. Eyes missing, fingernails pulled off. Almost every fucking bone in her body was crushed. The girl was beaten beyond recognition. 13 teeth pulled out, and her fingertips burned to a crisp. Instead of having the classic 20 stab wounds, Abby had over 100 wounds. It took them weeks to identify her body, and that’s exactly what Ellie wanted. She didn’t want people to know who Abby was. Abby didn’t deserve it in her eyes, and Ellie hoped she was burning in hell for trying to get close to her girl.

The night of Abby’s death, you had walked in on Ellie torturing the innocent girl, when you fainted Ellie had to think of a plan.

You walked in on her. This was bad. What would happen when you wake up? Will you call the cops?. You looked scared. Where you scared of her?

She picked up your unconscious body and gently placed you onto your bed. Ellie ran her fingers across your cheek, and slowly placed a kiss onto your cheek

“I’m sorry you had to see that baby” she whispered “I have to kill her to keep you safe”

And just like that she got up and left your room closing the door behind her. As soon as she stood outside she was filled with rage.

This was all Abby’s fault. Abby woke you up. Abby scared you.

Ellie walked back to where Abby sat and smiled at the sight: Blood dripping onto the floor, Abby’s entire body swollen and bruised, her wounds looked infected already.

She slapped Abby across her face and she let out a muffled cry.

“You woke her up” Ellie practically screamed “you-you fucking made her hate me” Ellie said as she slapped Abby on the other side of her face.

Ellie sat on the cold floor breathing heavily. If she didn’t stop herself, she would kill Abby. That was the plan, but not yet, not now. To Ellie’s irritation Abby wouldn’t shut up. She just kept crying and begging.

“Jesus fucking Christ can you shut the fuck up” Ellie yelled.

She needed to think. She needed something that would hurt her. And her eyes landed on her favorite knife. A smile grew on Ellie’s face as she got up and picked it up.

“She’s a pretty girl” Ellie started as she brought the knife up to her face “she’s my pretty girl and I don’t like it when dirty sluts like you look at her”

And without a second thought Ellie brought the knife into Abby’s right eye. The pure shock in Abby’s remaining eye made Ellie chuckle. She slowly wiggled the knife out of Abby’s eye socket and she pulled out the entire eye ball, blood seeped from the empty eye socket, and Abby was screaming. Ellie removed the eyeball and took it between her two fingers.

“I thought it would be squishier” she said as she examined the eye, she threw it behind her “lets see if the other one is softer”

Tonight was going to be a long night

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“That’s not true” you whispered in disbelief.

“It is” Ellie said trying to convince you.

When Ellie was eventually done with Abby, she wrapped Abby’s body plastic wrap and she cleaned your floors.

“can’t let my girl wake up to a dirty house” Ellie thought.

Ellie didn’t mind being all bloody, because this was a part of her plan. She would tell you she came over to thank you for the other night, and Abby attacked her.

Ellie was the victim. She killed Abby in self-defense.

She hoped you believed her

“No” you shouted “Abby would never do that” you cried tears running down your cheeks.

Why the fuck were you crying for someone who was only going to hurt you?

“I’m sorry baby” Ellie whispered, “but she brought it upon herself”

Ellie moved closer to you, bringing you in for tight embrace, she felt how tense you were but she still continued hugging you, taking in your scent.

This is everything she’s always wanted.

“Ellie” you whispered

With a content smile she pulled away “yeah baby”

“I’m going to fucking kill you”

“What?”

And everything went black for Ellie.

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Ellie had a pounding headache when she woke up. She couldn’t move. She was tied up?

“You know” she heard your voice say “it’s not nice killing people”

Ellie watched your movements in silence. In shock.

How could someone so pretty be so evil?

“You killed my best friend” you continued as you held the knife Ellie used to gauge Abby’s eyes out. The blade still wet with her blood. You brought the knife to your lips, and licked the blood off. If Ellie wasn’t tied up right now she would be turned on.

You were doing this for Abby. You weren’t going to let her die without justice.

You walked over to her, dragging the knife down her left thigh.

“it’s time to give you a taste of your own medicine” And with that you brought the blade down stabbing Ellie in the thigh, Ellie let out an ear piercing scream.

“That’s it baby” you whispered with a wicked grin “scream for me”

Ellie let out another painful scream at the feeling.

She should’ve fucking killed you.

Ellie Williams. Aged 23. Her body was found brutilized, with over 43 stab wounds.

This was a new era of Ghostface. People thought Ghostface just became more violent, more sadistic. But little do they know, the pretty girl the real Ghsotface fell in love with took her place.

And she’s worse than Ellie.

Authors note: Thank you so much for the support on this series! Remember you are loved, and to always be kind:)

Yours truly,

Zia <3

My pookies <3 (the tag list): @macaroni676 @mqddieas @uraesthete @igoferalforelliewilliams @ellieseyesonly

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wiidvw · 9 months ago

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WILLAM BUTCHER DONE TOOK MY BLOODY WIFE😭🙏

I KNOW😭😭

i was so shocked i almost didn't finish the episode..

#victoria neuman #the boys #I NEED HER BACK

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justdillydally · 3 months ago

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Will You Still Love Me? (Gwayne Hightower x OFC) Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Another prince was born, and trouble seems to be brewing in the Vale

Chapter Rating/Trigger Warning for the chapter: Non-graphic description of birth

Note: I hope you enjoy this one

@deniixlovezelda @loverslikeghosts

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Chapter 5:

Rhaenyra’s scream echoed in Maegor’s Keep. Her hand turning white, clutching tightly on the sheet hand as beads of sweat lined up on her forehead. Blood and sweat permeated the air; the princess breathed heavily.

Rhaella stood on the princess’ side together with Rhaenyra’s other lady-in-waiting, Lady Elinda Massey. “Hold on, Princess. We’re here for you.” Rhaella soothed her cousin with her hand on her shoulder. It has only been the third time to witness the birthing bed, a fate that awaited her and many ladies, which left her feeling anxious.

Rhaenyra's face contorted with pain as another contraction surged through her. "The babe is almost out, your grace," a maester informed Rhaenyra.

“It’s coming out.” Rhaenyra managed to speak, her voice hoarse with the screaming.

Rhaella gave a nod, encouraging her cousin. “You can do it.”

A second later, another cry filled the room, coming from Rhaenyra, followed by another one, which was the new life that came from the Realm’s Delight.

“It’s a boy, your grace,” the Maester announced.

The small, bloody, wringing body of the babe was handed over to the midwives. All eyes fell onto the newborn as the midwives washed over the fluids that clung to the babe.

Rhaella stepped back, releasing a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. The weight on her chest lessened as she watched Rhaenyra cradle her newborn son. The way her cousin held Lucerys made her realize all the discomfort that Rhaenyra had during her pregnancy suddenly was all forgotten. Her cousin placed a hand over the babe, and she watched Lucerys grip it. With an exhausted smile, she turned to Elinda and Rhaella. "Thank you for staying," Rhaenyra whispered softly.

“I must take my leave, your grace. I shall let you rest.” Rhaella squeezed her cousin's hand one final time before stepping away, leaving the midwives and healers to tend to the aftermath. While it was her duty to be with the princess as one of the princess’s ladies-in-waiting, she only saw it fit to offer whatever help she could to her cousin. She was like the older sister she never had.

Rhaella’s steps quickened as she left Rhaenyra’s chambers. Her strides quick and short, wanting to spend time with Willam before he leaves for Runestone the next day. Reaching Willam’s quarters, her eyes scurried the room, and her mouth gapped at the sight of Allard packing the clothes and, her cousin, Willam himself, wearing his breastplate.

“Willam? I thought you would leave for the morrow and not today? ”Confusion laced her voice, her eyes narrowing at her cousin.

With a heavy sigh, Willam replied. “I was supposed to, dear cousin. However, I received word about Uncle Gerold. He has gone missing for days now.” The knight took a parchment on the table and handed it to Rhaella.

“I thought he was guarding the Gates of the Moon?”Taking the parchment, Rhaella looked at Willam first before reading the letter.

“He’s been missing ever since he led an attack on one of the savages in the mountains.” Willam’s jaw tightened. "We need to act quickly before the situation worsens."

"I want to help," Rhaella said firmly, though she could feel the trouble that could arise from their choice. "I'll come to the Vale and help search for him."

Willam shook his head, his face softened with his cousin's plan. "Rhaella, it’s too dangerous. The mountains are filled with those tribesmen, and you’re needed here."

Crossing her arms, she looked up at Willam. “I know it’s dangerous. They don’t need me here. My lessons can wait. Uncle Gerold is family, and he's far more important,” she insisted.

“You can’t risk your life. You’re one nameday away from ruling Runestone.” Willam placed a hand over her shoulder and attempted his best to make her understand.

She uncrossed her arms and threw it in the air. “How can the people of Runestone expect me to protect them if I can’t even bring our uncle back? ”

“That won’t happen, Rhaella. I’ll bring him back. Unless you doubt my ability?”He asked with an arched brow.

Shaking her head profusely, she continued to argue. “That’s not the case, Willam, and you know it. Mother and I used to ride in the mountains. I know the terrain as well. I won’t be a liability,” she insisted.

“Even if you manage to convince me, cousin. It’s not for me to decide.” Willam sighed in defeat.

“Then I shall try to get the King’s approval,” she said, jutting her chin.

The royal family had gathered in the Great Hall for dinner, the long table set with a variety of dishes. King Viserys sat at the head, his face lined with weariness. Queen Alicent sat beside him while Princess Rhaenyra remained in her chamber, resting after hours of childbirth.

The meal began with light conversation, the usual banter between the royal children and courtly matters. Rhaella, however, remained silent, her thoughts focused on Runestone and Uncle Gerold. Halfway through the meal, she spoke up, her voice cutting through the hum of conversation. "Your Grace," she said, addressing King Viserys, "I wish to go to the Vale."

The King looked up from his meal; surprise flickered in his violet eyes. "The Vale?"

"Uncle Gerold is missing," she continued, her tone urgent but respectful. "He was last seen fighting the clansmen in the mountains, and I want to help search for him."

There was a pause at the table, the weight of her request settling over. Viserys exchanged a glance with Alicent, who wore a look of measured consideration.

"It is dangerous, Rhaella," Viserys said slowly. "The mountains are treacherous, and the Vale is no place for a lady—"

"I will be Lady of Runestone, and I am no stranger to the mountains of the Vale," Rhaella interrupted, though she softened her tone to avoid offending him. "I know the land better; I know how to track people, and I have faced the tribesmen before. I do not want the people of Runestone to think I sit prettily in the Red Keep without aiding my uncle." She explained, violet eyes meeting the same ones.

The King shifted on his chair, eyes glazed, weighing in the words of his niece. “Rhaella, it will be prudent that you remain safe. We will send a few soldiers with Ser Willam to help him with his quest.”

She bit her lip, avoiding the King’s gaze. Tread carefully, she reminded herself. With a deep breath, she spoke once again. “Your Grace, please.” Her eyes pleading, not just a subject but as his own niece.

“Your safety is of utmost importance. Your people will not see less of you if you choose to stay here in King’s Landing.” The King has spoken firmly, not giving Rhaella any room for argument.

The Queen watched the interaction between them, a hand reached out to the King’s arm. “I will have Ser Gwayne accompany the soldiers and Ser Willam if that will put you at ease, Lady Rhaella.”

Her jaw tightened while she looked at the King and Queen. With a nod of her head, she huffed. “Thank you, your Grace. I understand.” She did not spare another glance at them before she began to eat and finish her meal in quiet.

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Leaning against the stone wall with crossed arms, Rhaella watched as soldiers, squires, and servants swarmed the courtyard of the Red Keep. The soldiers for the journey were getting picked; servants and squires moved back and forth carrying trunks and armories to the courtyard. Willam is collecting his belongings while I remain stuck in here.

“It’s not fitting for a lady to sulk in the corner.” A deep voice drawled beside her, interrupting her reverie.

“I’m not sulking, Ser Qarl,” she grumbled, pushing herself against the wall.

A chuckle escaped from Qarl. “It’s for the best, Lady Rhaella.”

After a moment of silence, a thought entered her mind, and a smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. “Perhaps you’re right, Ser Qarl. May I ask a favor of you?” She clasped her hands behind her back, feigning an air of innocence.

“What is it that you need?” A frown formed on Ser Qarl's face.

“I’m the safest in the Red Keep, am I not?”

“You are, my lady.” He answered, his tone dripping with suspicion.

“If I’m not going to the Vale, may I request that you join my cousin on his expedition? ”

His brow formed a fine line. “But my duty is to serve and protect you.“

“I know you’re sworn to protect me," she took a step forward towards the knight and added, "but I need all the capable hands we can get to help find my uncle. I trust Willam, but it will put myself at ease if you’re there to watch his back.”

“Willam’s a capable knight.”

“He is, Ser. By joining Willam and the others, you’ll be protecting Runestone’s interest and my peace of mind. You'll be saving me from the trouble of staying up late thinking about the journey," Rhaella explained.

“My lady—”

“Ser Qarl, I promise I will not head off to the woods to practice without you.” She swore.

“You swear you’ll be safe?” Qarl asked her, not blinking an eye.

“I give you my word,” she assured him.

With a huff, Ser Qarl bobbed his head. “I will join Ser Willam and Ser Gwayne. You must remain in the castle while we go find your uncle.”

“You have my gratitude, Ser Qarl. She beamed at him, dipping her knee to curtsy.

The knight grumbled before excusing himself to get necessary possessions for the journey. Once Ser Qarl was out of sight, she scurried away. Running in the corridors to the Red Keep, Rhaella navigated the castle with ease. In a particularly sharp turn, Rhaella tried to stop, but the collision was inevitable.

As she rounded a sharp corner, she collided with a solid figure. The force nearly sent her stumbling if not for the strong hands that held her steady.

Her breath hitched when she recognized the man before her; it was none other than Gwayne Hightower. He was already in his armor, almost reminding her of the day he participated in the tourney.

"We ought to stop meeting like this, my lady." His voice cool and smooth, accompanied by a faint smirk.

Rhaella blinked, and staring at the Hightower, words remained stuck in her throat. Gwayne’s hands lingered for a moment before he released her, taking a step back.

“My—my apologies, Ser Gwayne.” She stammered as the knight appeared to have been unfazed by the impact.

“No need for apologies,” Gwayne replied, his tone light. “Though I must admit, it’s curious to find you running about the castle.”

She straightened her back as she answered, “I was merely... taking a walk.”

He parroted, with an arched brow.“A walk? Is that what constitutes walking in the Vale? ”

“I’ve got a lesson...in embroidery.,” she said rather quickly.

"I did not know that you have a passion for embroidery." Gwayne chuckled, crossing his arms. “Very well, my lady. But perhaps next time, you might slow down. I’d hate to see you hurt yourself.”

"I will take caution," she promised.

Their eyes locked, and a moment of silence stretched between them. Rhaella considered her words briefly before speaking them. “You do not have to come help find my uncle, Ser. You have left Oldtown for a moon now; you must be missing your home.”

“The queen bids me to do this, and I shall fulfill my duty,” Gwayne answered.

Duty? Does the Queen really care about my uncle, or is it a scheme in the making? Despite her uncertainty, she chose to be cordial. Whatever intention the Hightowers have, they were still helping her. “I shall not prevent you from coming. The mountains in the Vale are a dangerous place. The tribesmen spare no one in their attacks. Not even children,” she warned.

A mirthless chuckle left the knight. “Yet you insist on coming. The King had enough wisdom to forbid you from this journey.”

"Uncle Gerold is like a second father to me," she explained. With her father fighting wars and getting himself exiled, Gerold Royce has been there for Rhaella.

His face softened a little; a small smile graced his lips. "We will try to get him back in time, my lady."

A smile curled at the corner of her lips. “I bid you good luck, Ser. You have my gratitude, and House Royce will remember your kindness.”

"I bid you good luck with your lesson," he said, emphasizing the last word.

She inclined her head in farewell, and Gwayne mirrored her action. "May the Seven guide you all."

With that, she turned and continued down the corridor, her steps doubled once she turned to another corridor, disappearing from his sight. She couldn’t afford any delay if she had to follow through with her plan.

Gwayne lingered in the corridor for a moment, his gaze fixed on where she had disappeared. Something about the encounter didn’t sit right with him, but he thought it best to ignore it.

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Squires prepared the horses, the servants attended to the supplies, and the knights inspected their armor in preparation for the journey they were about to embark on. The courtyard still buzzing with life in midday.

A pair of soldiers were flushed, carrying a heavy, large wooden chest in the courtyard. “Seven Hells, what did they put in this thing?” One of them groaned, carefully adjusting his grip on the chest. “Rocks? Books?”

The other soldier huffed out some air, having the same difficulty with his grip on the chest. “Does it matter? Lady Rhaella instructed that it should reach the Vale.” There was strain in his voice as he continued, “We’re close to the carriage.”

“Oi! Hurry up! We don’t have all day!” An older soldier barked at them before helping them maneuver the trunk to the space at the back of the carriage.

The chest creaked under the load, and when they placed the chest down to the carriage with a thud, the chest seemingly let out a groan. Both soldiers exchanged wary glances before looking back at the chest. “Did you hear that?”

"It’s made of wood and it’s old," the other replied dismissively, though his tone expressed the doubt in his mind.

The other leaned forward and whispered. "Could it be cursed?"

"Just get on!" The older soldier bellowed at the two, causing them to scramble away.

“Is everything all set?” Ser Willam Royce asked, holding the reins of his steed.

The man nodded profusely. “Everything is all set, Ser. The trunks are all in the carriage; all the horses and soldiers are accounted for.”

“Thank you.” Willam dipped his head in gratitude as he moved to greet his fellow knights. "We’ve got a long road ahead. And by my count, it will be a three-day journey before we reach the Vale."

Gwayne inquired before mounting his horse. "Is it really wise to reach the hills at night?"

"It is. We're still far from where the savages made their home, and we’ll cut off half a day’s journey," Willam informed him.

"If you have a change of heart, there's a tavern just after the Rose Road where we can rest. I assure you that the meals they prepare are scrumptious," Gwayne recommended.

"We'll take it in mind, Ser Gwayne," Willam said with disinterest, not really considering the Hightower’s suggestion. Willam then turned to Qarl. "Have you seen Rhaella?"

"I have not since she asked me to join you here. She could be in her chamber sulking," Qarl replied as he mounted on his horse.

"I saw her a moment ago. She's been running about the corridors. On her way to her embroidery lesson," Gwayne disclosed to the other knights.

Qarl sensed something was off but shrugged it off. Willam mounted his horse, gripping the reins tightly. "Very well, let’s move out. The sooner we’re on the road, the sooner we'll reach the Vale."

#Gwayne Hightower #Gwayne Hightower fanfic #hotd fic #asoiaf fic #Gwayne Hightower x Targaryen!OFC #enemies to lovers #slow burn

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ao3feed-rhaenicent · 11 months ago

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#ao3feed #fanfic #rhaenicent #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

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randomscreensjots · 7 months ago

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Spike is easily the most interesting guy in BTVS

#btvs #buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #screenshots #william pratt #btvs screenshots #william spike pratt #willam the bloody #spike btvs #spike #btvs spike

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spuffyalways94 · 2 years ago

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#buffy and spike #buffy #spuffy #buffy fanart #spike #willam the bloody

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ao3feed-rhaewin · 11 months ago

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#ao3feed #fanfic #rhaewin #harwin strong #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd

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weirdgirlsworld94 · 5 years ago

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Source @oncemorewiththefeelings

Spike: A Summary

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distortquote · 7 years ago

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Buffy: Come...Now.

Spike: You must have me mistaken for a pet.

Buffy: (Scowls) Would you come with me?

Spike: That's better.

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #source: xena warrior princess #buffy #buffy summer #spike #willam the bloody #misquote #incorrect quotes

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lozzybear91 · 8 years ago

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I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I'd prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker; I follow my blood, which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain. So I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of. You. Hey, look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I say I love you, it's not because I want you, or because I can't have you - it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try... I've seen your kindness, and your strength, I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You're a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy.

Spike

#btvs #spike #buffy summers #buffy the vampire slayer #spuffy #willam the bloody #james marsters #sarah michelle gellar

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dwellordream · 2 years ago

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The Magician Reversed, Ned & Cersei & Dolorous Edd, requested by Ottomatic & Bullet (I combined your prompts, sorry!)

This is incredibly tedious for Cersei.

She does not think a Lord Stark since Cregan has paid a visit to Castle Black, and while Ned has reminded her multiple times that she very well could have stayed behind at Last Hearth, the thought of suffering as the Umbers’ guest while Ned skipped ahead into the Gift was too much to bear.

If she is to be miserable, she wants to know someone else is miserable with her. Unfortunately, Ned is not miserable at the Wall, bounding around with his brother Benjen as they were young boys again.

Benjen may only be nineteen, so Cersei can excuse him for acting like a wild colt, but Ned is four-and-twenty and her husband of four years. He doesn’t seem to much care that she is bored out of her mind, and she will admit, missing their children.

The idea of traveling this far north with a toddler and an infant was folly, so they left Jocelyn and Willam at home, and while Cersei initially declared herself eager for a break from the tedious hours of childcare, now she finds herself missing them desperately.

She misses Jocelyn’s irritating questions and Willam’s angry squawks. She misses her bedchamber and the privacy of her lady’s solar. She misses being able to sleep with her husband in her own bed.

The mattress in their room at Castle Black is hard as a rock, and last night Ned came back to bed tipsy, a state she’d never seen him in before. While initially quite mellow, as he dozed off he began to cry and sob.

She’d seen him weep before, but never like that. It had annoyed her, and then worried her. She’d wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck, and eventually, he’d quieted.

Now she sits in the only warm place in the entire bloody keep, the kitchens, picking at a bowl of stew, and sending a dog sniffing at her skirts away with a light kick. Some fool is watching her; he’s grey-haired but his face is not yet lined, which leads her to believe the grey is premature and that he’s no older than thirty.

His face is as long and thin as her husband’s; perhaps he is some distant Stark relation. Even a bastard. She imagines this is where Ned’s bastard might have ended up, before he died. Poor babe.

“Lady Stark,” the man says, nodding awkwardly, appearing uncertain as to if he should doff his furry cap. “I’m Edd Tollett. Steward. At your service.”

A steward? She shows him her half-eaten bowl of stew. “Was your cook drunk when he prepared this? It tastes like sea-salt and naught else.”

“No,” says Tollett, “but he was born at sea, my lady, so that may explain it. We like to say that Jem sweats sea-salt, and really, he’s the only one who’s ever sweating in these parts- save the poor bastards being harangued by Ser Alister...”

He flushes, then adds, lamely, “But I expect you don’t care to hear about all that, my lady. We can find you a biscuit?”

Cersei doesn’t want a fucking biscuit. She likes her teeth in her head. But despite her aggravation, something about the flat, sardonic tone of the grey man reminds her of her brother.

Jaime could be very snide with her, but always grumbled- and apologized- when she flared up in outrage. He was very young, her brother. Just seven-and-ten when he died. She misses him nearly as much as she does her living children.

“Save your biscuits,” she says. “You’ll need them, I expect, when the Others come calling.” She arches an eyebrow at him.

He stares at her. “You haven’t seen any around, have you? Because that really would put a damper on Lord Stark’s visit, no accounting for hospitality-,”

Cersei laughs and laughs at that.

#cersei lannister #dolorous edd #ned stark #prompt fill

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