#you know that meme with the angry lady pointing at the cat? that's this fic 🤣

[onthesandsofdreams]

Daughters

Fandom:: ASoIaF Characters: Ned, Catelyn, Sansa and Lyanna Stark Summary: Ned does not know how to reach Sansa. Note: This iThis is a Kink Meme fill, I do not remember what round the prompt is, but the prompt itself would not leave my mind. This is not a Ned bashing fic, just trying a different angle and doing my best to fill the request of the prompt.

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Ned does not know how to reach Sansa.

Oh, his daughter is polite, obeys his words and generally helped in whatever form she could during their run towards Riverrun. But he is not blind, his daughter is distant.

Something's wrong with his child and he does not know how to reach her.

So, he speaks to Cat and they decide to speak with Sansa to try and see what was the problem. And so, they find themselves in his goodfather's solar. Just the three of them, orders have been given not to be disturbed barring an emergency.

"Sansa, sweetling," Cat begins, "is there something wrong?"

His daughter holds his wife's gaze and gives a tiny head shake. "No mother, why would it be?"

He clears his throat, "Sansa, child. We cannot help but to notice that there is something wrong, I beg of you child, what troubles you?"

His daughter turns, and for a moment, he can see the fear and haunting look that seems to be born from the very depths of his daughter's innocent being.

"You did not protected me."

Sansa's answer throws them both off, he can see from the corner of his eye that Cat has a look of devastation. Whatever it is, Catelyn has realized the why first.

"Sansa…"

His daughter shakes her head. "You betrothed me to the Prince, and when incident with Arya and Nymeria happened, you made speak against my future husband." His daughter swallows. "Joffrey was angry, I tried to ignore it father, I did. It hurt to lose Lady, but you did nothing. Not for me." His daughter takes a deep breath, and when she speaks again, her voice is shaking and her eyes have filled with tears, "You did not break the betrothal, and would have continued it had you not found out that Joffrey was a bastard. Tell me father, if he had been Robert's son, would you have let him take his anger on me?"

Next to him, Catelyn is crying. And he can't breath. It feels as if though the ground has opened and he is falling into the very depths of the earth.

And understanding hurts.

It devastates him, because in front of him, his innocent daughter has realized that the one man who should have protected her, left her to flounder and navigate enemy ridden waters on her own.

For a moment, it is not his daughter he sees.

It is Lyanna.

Her anger and fury at her betrothal to Robert. 'Love is sweet dear Ned, but it cannot change a man's nature.' His heart is racing and he can feel his hands shaking. It is as though the ghost of Lyanna has come back to haunt him. Because he was no better than his own father.

Because he saw Joffrey's nature and did nothing.

As his daughter has pointed out, he only did when he found his bastardy. He cannot breath.

"May I leave?"

He looks at his daughter's eyes, full of unshed tears and nods. Sansa flees.

And he? He will have to live with the knowledge that his daughter does not trust him anymore. And in that moment, he swears he can hear Lyanna calling from beyond.

[traincat]

If you're still taking word meme requests, how about the spirit of the internet: cat/camera?

I’m not, but since you picked ‘cat’, I’m going to take the opportunity to fic amnesty this accidental kitten acquisition Spideytorch WIP. This was originally supposed to be the sequel to New York Minute, which I wrote after CACW came out to play around with what we knew of MCU Peter at that time, hence the appearance of Claire Temple in this fic. I told myself I should finish it before Homecoming came out, which I obviously didn’t, and then that all happened, so I’ve kind of lost the taste for finishing it now, but a pretty big chunk of it is written. I was going to turn it into an established Spideytorch version of The Coming of Galactus, so I cut those parts in case I want to use them in a separate fic later. What’s left is fluff:

Itwas raining when Peter found the kitten. Three pounds of soaked fluff, it was staggeringaround down in the gutter on Mott Street, so light in Peter’s hand when hescooped it up that it seemed to weigh less than nothing, at once the lightestand heaviest thing he’d ever held.

“Heythere, buddy,” he said to it. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Thenoise it made was tiny and pitiable, a squeak instead of a meow.

“Iknow that feeling,” he said, fumbling a one-handed swing up off the street andonto the nearest fire escape, out of the rain where it was dry, if stillmiserably cold. Peter’s breath ghosted up through his mask like fog. “Alright,let’s figure out where the nearest place I can get you dropped off is…”

Awarenessprickled across his neck as people down below gasped. His head snapped up justin time to see the final letters form fiery in the sky: WE NEED TOTALK.

“Seriously?”Peter said, squinting up at the bright flickering letters. “Right now? He’sgonna do this to me right now?”

Thekitten squirmed in his grasp, tiny little needle teeth and claws sinking intothe heel of his palm. Peter shushed it, wincing when it just earned him more ofa struggle.

Asecond message appeared under the first, a bad side effect of having beentangled up in each other for almost two years: RIGHT NOW.

The‘idiot’ was unwritten, but read all the same. Peter cringed.

“Man,the media’s going to have a field day with this one,” he told the kitten,bringing it up to his face. It squirmed in displeasure. “Okay, emergencyboyfriend detour. At least he’ll warm you up while he’s biting my head off.”

 They’dtalked about it early on and agreed that theirs was a relationship best kept secret,at least from the public and at least for now.

Itwas on both of them, really. Peter, obviously, had his dual identity – wouldJohnny date Peter Parker, or would he date Spider-Man? They went back and forthon it, unhappy with either option -- and his ten-ton bag of neuroses related toit – would someone try to hurt Johnny, if he was with Spider-Man? Johnny alwayssniped back that he could take care of himself, like Peter had never had tofree him from a glass cage and a team of supervillains before.

Wouldsomeone try to hurt Peter’s aunt, if they knew Johnny was dating Peter? Thatone made even Johnny fall silent.

AndJohnny had his life – his very, very public life, and the dozens of maniacalweirdos who regularly tried to blast him and his family into space or trap themin an underground kingdom. Spider-Man had enough enemies; Peter Parker didn’tneed to be a target on top of that. So that was that. Table the discussion,revisit at a later date, and keep Peter’s face out of any and all Snapchatstories

Johnnywasn’t built for secret-keeping, though. It weighed on him, made him squirmwhen interviews asked about his love life, if there was anyone special. Madehim angry when people accused him of making his mystery boy up. Made him twisthis fingers in Peter’s hair, head thrown back, begging him to bite instead ofkiss, leave a string of marks up his neck, proof of their time together that hecould see and touch and feel even when they weren’t together, to grip histhighs harder when he spread him out.

And,okay, Peter got a little jealous sometimes – Johnny, just turned nineteen andgorgeous, had celebrities and billionaires and other, mask-less superheroeslined up around the block to date him. How could Peter compete? Peter, who,when he was lucky, had enough money to bring snacks to movie night?

Movienight, which was always at the Baxter Building. Because Peter had a secretidentity.

Okay,so it was mostly on Peter. What else was new.

Andthen there was college.

“What’sso wrong with a gap year?” Johnny had asked, straddling Peter’s lap andplastering roughly three bandaids too many across a fresh scrape on hisforehead. Peter healed too fast for minor injuries to need patching up, butJohnny didn’t seem to care. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Peterhad a handful of college acceptances; Johnny had a reluctance Peter didn’tunderstand and Johnny wouldn’t explain. With the Fantastic Four’s money, hecould have gone anywhere he wanted, done anything he wanted, and instead he’ddecided to stay home and help his sister pick invitations and tableclothcolors.

“You’vealready had a gap year,” Peter had pointed out, perhaps unwisely. Johnnyhuffed, dramatic. Peter squeezed his waist, apologetic.

“Butnot with you,” Johnny said, sliding out of Peter’s lap to put the first aid kitaway. “We could do Europe! The whole backpacking thing, it’d be fun.”

“Yeah,I, um, I’m picturing you in a crappy hostel and it’s…” Peter trailed off,laughing helplessly. Johnny smacked him over the head. “Ow!”

“Baby.You didn’t even feel that.” Johnny yawned, settling back down next to Peter onthe bed. He grabbed Peter’s hand, twining their fingers together. He droppedhis head to Peter’s shoulder. “I could totally do the hostel thing.”

“I’dget stuck carrying both our improbably giant backpacks,” Peter said, smirkingand abandoning Johnny’s hand in favor of his hair, curling sweetly across hisforehead. He tugged gently, forcing Johnny to look up just enough so Petercould kiss him. “We’d – we’d die on Everest, probably.”

Johnnylaughed. “That’s not even in Europe.”

“We’ddie on some big mountain in Europe,” Peter amended, just to keep Johnnylaughing. “Very tragic. Floundering around in the snow…” He tossed an armdramatically over his eyes. “Go on without me, Johnny!”

“Iwouldn’t,” Johnny promised, all sincerity. “I’d keep you warm.”

“Iknow,” Peter said, kissing him softly. “You gotta go to college.”

“Nextsemester, maybe,” Johnny huffed. Peter stroked his jaw with the back of hisknuckles and hummed disapprovingly, a poor copy of May’s signature tone. “I’mhelping Sue with the wedding. You know I’m helping Sue with the wedding.”

Becausepicking flowers really takes up all of your free time, Peter wantedto say, but it seemed unimportant in the face of Johnny swinging himself up andinto Peter’s lap, straddling him and running his hands down Peter’s chest, hismouth hot over Peter’s.

Peterslipped a hand up the back of Johnny’s shirt and decided to postpone the argument.

Whichjust meant that when they had the argument, it went much, much worse.

(blah blah blah)

 “Right,”Johnny said, voice tight and eyes damp, angry flushed all over, “because it’s reallymy brains you date me for.”

Itfelt like Peter had been sucker punched. It hurt a whole lot worse than that.

“Johnny,”he said, not fast enough. He reached for him, not fast enough.

“Getout,” Johnny said. When Peter didn’t move, he repeated it, hotter in more waysthan one. “Get out!”

“We’reat the Statue of Liberty, where am I supposed to go?” Peter demanded.

“Fine!”Johnny shouted. He lit himself all the way up and took off, an angry trail offire in the sky.

Peterknew he should have followed him. He still didn’t.

 Johnnywas loitering out on the rooftop, the heat shimmer around him keeping the worstof the drizzle away. He jumped a little when Peter landed behind him, spinningaround. It wasn’t fair how the first sight of him after any time apart, be itminutes or days, took Peter’s breath away.

“Hi,”he said. He wanted to rip off the mask and kiss Johnny in the rain, like ascene out of a movie, but he didn’t know if he was allowed. People touchedJohnny without his permission all the time, like being famous meant they wereallowed, like his celebrity meant they owned him. Peter hadsworn he was never going to be like that, so his hands stayed at his sides.

Correction:one hand stayed at his side. The other one stayed on the cat.

“Hi,”Johnny echoed, sounding miserable. Then his gaze dropped to the tiny bundleheld in Peter’s hand. “Is that a kitten?”

Hisvoice had risen sharply. Peter blinked.

“Uh,pretty sure,” Peter said. “But did you ever hear the one about the little oldlady and the Chihuahua?”

Johnnywasn’t listening, though – he scooped the cat up out of Peter’s hold and, toPeter’s alarm, started cooing at it.

“It’sso little!” he said. The kitten didn’t try to bite Johnny at all, which Peterfelt was unfair. “Where’d you find it? Are you keeping it? It’s all cold! Weshould take it to Sue.”

“Uh,”Peter said, but Johnny was already headed for the rooftop elevator. Peter hadthe speed advantage when Johnny was flamed off, but he still had to scramble tokeep up.

  (blah blah blah)

 “Ifsomething’s not on fire, I’m going to –” Sue went slightly cross-eyed as Johnnyshoved the cat in her face. “Where did that come from?”

“Peterbrought it,” Johnny said, handing his sister the kitten.

“Oh,of course,” Sue said, rolling her eyes a little.

“Hey,”Peter protested, futilely.

Suetook the cat gingerly from Johnny’s hands and carefully turned it over. Itdidn’t yowl for her either; Peter couldn’t exactly blame it for being weak forthe Storm siblings.

“She,”Sue said. “It’s a she.”

  (blah blah blah)

 “Iwas going to apologize,” Johnny said. “I know I kind of blew up on you theother day. I was just being dumb.”

“No,”Peter said. “It’s my fault. I was – I was being my aunt.” He inhaled sharplythrough his nose. “I didn’t mean to be like that. I just – I worry about you.”

“Don’t?”Johnny implored, leaning into Peter. He tilted his head; Peter read the silentcue and kissed him. It was soft and sweet, an apology pressed to Johnny’s lips.

“Youknow, right?” Peter said. “That I don’t think you’re dumb?”

Johnnyshrugged, gaze fixed on the cat, eyes shadowed by long lashes.

“Idon’t think you’re dumb,” Peter said.

“Okay,”Johnny said. Peter waited, but he didn’t continue. 

Aftera moment, though, he reached out and took Peter’s hand. Peter rubbed a thumbover his knuckles and tried not to ruin the moment.

“Wehad a cat, before,” Johnny said, out of nowhere. He flipped Peter’s hand over,holding it in both of his. “Back in Glenville. Left her with the neighbors whenSue and I went out to California for Reed’s big project.” He was quiet for along moment, idly drawing patterns on Peter’s palm. He always got quiet when hetalked about life before the crash, like he didn’t really want to think aboutit. “They left the door open one day and she ran out. Didn’t bother to tell usuntil Sue and I went to get her, after the accident.”

Peterturned his head and kissed Johnny on the temple.

“M’sorry,”he said. “World sucks, sometimes.”

“Yeah,”Johnny agreed. “But you don’t.”

“Yeah?”Peter said.

“Yougot me a kitten,” Johnny said, settling his head down on Peter’s shoulder andlacing their fingers together. “Best boyfriend ever.”

Peterbit his tongue before he said anything to the contrary.

 Thecat didn’t love Peter.

Thecat kind of hated him, actually.

“Whoa,hey!” Peter said, spider-sense tingling. He jumped back when the cat, ears allpulled back, took a swing at his hand and only his ability to stick to wallsand spider-given grace kept him from toppling right back out of Johnny’swindow.

“Louis!”Johnny scolded, scooping the cat off the windowsill. Instantly the cat wentboneless and starry-eyed, letting Johnny skritch it under the chin.

Okay,Peter thought, shaking out his hand even though the cat had barely madecontact, he knew that feeling all too well. “Louis?”

“Vuitton,”Johnny said, putting the cat down on the bed. It purred at Johnny, and thenturned those eyes on Peter like it knew exactly what his evening plans hadbeen. “I’m doing an ad campaign.”

“Ofcourse you are,” Peter said, rolling his eyes under the mask a little. Not thathe cared what Johnny called the cat – Monster would’ve beenPeter’s choice. Louis Vuitton eyed him from Johnny’s bed like she knew as shedisdainfully washed herself.

Heswung a leg over the sill and Johnny met him halfway, sliding Peter’s mask upover his nose so he could kiss him. “Hi.”

“Hi,”Peter replied, sealing his lips over Johnny’s.

Therewas a crash. Johnny startled; Peter grabbed at him out of instinct, mostly,spinning them around so whatever Dragon Man or the weirdo with a sound hand orwhoever it was this day would have to go through him, first.

Thenhe realized his spider-sense was silent.

Hejust stood there, stunned at the lack of any explosion or ensuingultraviolence, while Johnny burst out laughing.

  (blah blah blah)

 “Sowe meet again, Spider-Boy,” Claire Temple said when he limped his way into herclinic on a Thursday night, blood dripping down his arm and making a mess outof her floors.

“Spider-Man,”he corrected. It was their usual greeting exchange. No hi, how are yous, savedany good cities lately for Peter, no, it was always with the name mockery.

“Upon the table,” she said. “Let me see what I’m working with here.”

  (blah blah blah)

 Petersighed, long and low, and rolled his masked head in Claire’s direction. “I’mMystery Boy.”

“Yousure are,” Claire said, still stitching up his arm.

“Imean, I’m that Mystery Boy,” Peter said. Claire’s faceremained blank of recognition, her gaze steady on her work. “The Human Torch’s?You know, Johnny Storm?”

“I’veheard of him,” Claire said mildly.

Petersquinted at her from behind the mask. “Do you like, not have the internet?”

Sheglanced up. “Don’t make the nice lady with the needle hurt you.”

“Hey,just asking,” he said, holding up the hand belonging to the arm not currentlybeing stitched.

“I’mfamiliar with his sister’s work,” Claire said after a beat. “And it’s hard toavoid his face when you’re in the supermarket checkout. Cute, if I were ten years younger.”

“TheHuman Torch has a boyfriend,” Peter said. “His face isn’t in anything buty’know, you can see parts of him in photos.” Claire quirked an eyebrow. Peterfelt his face heat up. “Not that kind of parts.”

“Good,”Claire said, returning to his arm. “Not that I can tell with the full bodycostume and the lack of ID, but you do seem on the young side.”

“Justlike. A hand, a knee. But there’s definitely a guy, um, a boyfriend,” Petersaid. “And that’s me. I’m Mystery Boy.”

Clairewhistled.

“MysteryBoy, Spider-Man… you lead a complicated life, kid,” she said.

“Tellme about it,” Peter sighed. “I got him a cat.”

“Acat?” Claire repeated.

“Ididn’t mean to!” Peter said. “We were having an argument, and I showed up withthe cat, and then he had to go and fall in love with it!”

“Whydid you show up to an argument with a cat?” Claire said.

“Lady,look at what I’m wearing,” Peter said. “My life is just weird.”

“Noarguments there. Alright, we’re about done here. You love him?” she asked,looking him straight in the mask.

“I– yeah,” Peter said, sitting up and ducking his head. “Yeah, I love him. A lot.”

“Alright.”Claire smiled, pressing a cell phone into Peter’s hand. “Then call him to comeget you, because there’s no way you’re swinging anywhere on that arm tonight.”

Petergroaned. “He’s gonna yell at me.”

“Good.Someone should, and I have enough vigilantes to yell at as it is,” Claire said,cleaning up.

  (blah blah blah)

 “Nope,”Johnny said, kissing Peter square on the lips, short and sweet. “Bed now.Stupid argument later.”

Heshoved and Peter let himself be shoved, down onto Johnny’s plush mattress. Hesighed and pressed his face into the pillow, wiggling under the covers. After asecond Johnny joined him, knees knocking, warm toes against Peter’s cold feet.

“Hey,”Peter said without opening his eyes. He buzzed with awareness – not quitespider-sense, but a pleasant alternative, the electric tingle of Johnny in bednext to him, the soft sound of his breath and the bonfire-faded cologne scentof him. “You know I love you, right?”

Johnnybreathed out, slow, and settled his head on Peter’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“Nice,”Peter said, smiling.

Johnnyflung an arm over Peter’s chest and Peter hummed sleepily, relaxing into hishold.

Hewoke up around sunrise to the pad of paws on the pillow, a two second warningbefore five pounds of fluff settled on top of his head and immediately startedpurring. A tail swished in his eye.

“Ihate this,” Peter said without conviction.