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UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!

So sorry for the long hiatus everyone! School and life has been throwing us for a loop recently and we are going to be editing some of the fandoms we write for, who writes for what, and a bunch of other stuff! So be prepared for new content and a whole lot more coming up. - Rose and Haru 

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Picture Perfect

Newt Scamander x Artist! Muggle! Reader

Summary: You loved art. The latest muse for many of your illustrations is a dashing, mysterious young man who is currently renting out the flat next to you. Now you just have to ignore the fact that said mysterious young man has currently broken into your living room and is struggling with what appears to be a platypus of some kind… not to mention he had definitely just seen all of the slightly creepy portraits you drew of him scattered around the place. 

Words: 1073

By: Rose

 “Oh! Uhm, Pardon me. I-I’m renting out the flat next to you and, well, I know this sounds quite cliche- could I possibly borrow a cup of sugar? I-I’ve only just moved in and I haven’t had the time to get groceries.”

      That one conversation began your obsession. Well, not obsession per say, it was more or less the beginning of you artistic inspiration and maybe a mild infatuation at best. You weren’t well acquainted with him. You only knew the basics, that his name was Newt Scamander, an odd name indeed, and that he was very busy doing “work” a majority of the time. 

       You had yet to have a conversation that lasted more than a minute with Newt. Brisk greetings in the hallway, asking one another for any groceries to spare, and short exchanges of meaningless nonsense made up most of your communication. When he first moved into the flat next to you, it turned out that aforementioned sugar was used to bake a batch of cookies which wound up on your doorstep that evening. They were burnt around the edges, but the gesture was sweet. The next day he found a dozen muffins in an array of flavors outside his door. 

     You gently slapped you cheeks and let out a groan of frustration. Damn artist’s block preventing you from drawing anything of actual substance. You took a sip of your now lukewarm tea, pausing a moment to let the inspiration come to you… you just had to focus god dammit! Then it hits you. You could draw Newt it whatever mysterious job he does. He definitely wasn’t a businessman, he was too fidgety to sit at a desk all day. A professor then maybe? He seems to be a bit shy for a professor, but the image of him lecturing a group of pupils seemed too adorable for you not to draw. And thus you picked up your pencil and begun.

     The pencil flew across the paper, slowly turning the rough shapes into features of the face you admired so much. Cascading curls falling into kind eyes, and freckles littering his face like constellations in an inky black sky- but you couldn’t get his nose right. Bridge too thick, tip too narrow, again and again you drew but it was all wrong. On your third time trying to draw the same structure, your pencil broke. “Great, lovely…” your words laced with sarcasm, tired eyes wandered from the page to a nearby clock. 11:30. You had to be up early for work tomorrow, it was no use staying up all night. You stood up and stretched as you made your way into your bedroom to get ready for bed. 

      Just as your head hits the pillow, a loud crash and the sound of a hushed voice alerted you. You quickly jumped out of bed, grabbing a book you kept nearby to use as a weapon. You crept towards the living room, clangs and crashes getting louder along with the voice. You quickly threw your book at the intruder without looking, before retreating behind corner as to not be seen.

        “OW! Bloody hell!!”

        You popped your head out from around the corner to spot Newt in the middle of your living room, rubbing his head with one had while carrying what appears to be a platypus? You flick on the lights before walking into the living room.

          “Newt?”

          “(Y-Y/N)!!! Funny to see you here?”

          “You’re in my house.”

          “W-Well, it’s for a good reason! I-I promise I wasn’t trying to r-rob you or anything- wAIT! COME BACK!!!”

           The creature slipped out of Newt’s arms and beelined towards your art desk, the two of you raced after the beast, which scurried up the table as it grabbed one of your finer pens before making an effort to dive off of the desk and scurry into your bedroom. Unlike Newt, who clumsily crashed into your desk, you managed to snatch the beast out of the air.

          “Got you!” You took a moment to revel in your victory before taking the creature in. It was unlike anything you have ever seen! Long snout, and slick oily black fur, vaguely reminiscent of some type of hybrid between a platypus and echidna. You needed a pen and paper. You turned back to your desk, intent on sketching the lil’ critter and asking Newt more about him, when you noticed him flipping through your multitude of drawings and sketches of him. 

          Your face paled and you almost dropped the fuzzy animal currently cradled in your arms as you raced to snatch the pictures from him, making an effort to hide them away in your drawers. “I’m so sorry! You weren’t supposed to see those…” you tried your best to avoid eye contact as you bussied yourself trying to tidy the desk. 

          “I-It’s quite alright! I actually find it quite f-flattering honestly. You’re very talented!”

          You tried your best to keep your jaw from hitting the floor, questioning his beliefs. “I promise,” he gestured from you to the drawings “These are incredible! You really do have a gift...” 

         Your face flushed at his words. Your artistic abilities have always been your little secret. Only those extremely close to you knew or your talents. You couldn’t help but feel your heart pick up in speed as Newt continued.

          “A-Actually, I’m writing a book and I’m going to need an illustrator. Would… would you like to work with me? I p-promise you will be paid well!”

      You smiled, practically ecstatic by the offer. You hated your current job, working in a sweatshop producing dresses all day wasn’t exactly what you called fun, on top of that the pay was absolutely horrendous and the working conditions were even worse. 

       “You actually mean it? This isn’t some kind of cruel joke or anything…” 

        Newt shook his head violently as he reassured you that this was not in fact some kind of prank. “No! Definitely not. I-It’s a bit much to explain here why don’t we go over to my apartment? I’ll f-fix us a pot of tea” Newt moved over to the door and opened it for you, trying his best to be a cool and confident gentlemen, even though the redness in his cheeks and his eyes constantly darting between you, the drawings, and the floor betrayed him. You couldn’t help the smile stretched across your face, “That sound lovely!”

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can you do a Daenerys x Reader where Dany gets the Iron Throne without burning down KL and while shes giving a speech to everyone, R arrives on Rhaegals back (hes still alive) and basically shows off and greets Dany lovingly. Everyones shocked. Then, together they rule as queens.

Sorry for taking so long to get back to you anon! I misread so I might have changed a few things but I hope you enjoy it!

- Rose

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My Queen

Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

Request By Anon:  can you do a Daenerys x Reader where Dany gets the Iron Throne without burning down KL and while shes giving a speech to everyone, R arrives on Rhaegals back (hes still alive) and basically shows off and greets Dany lovingly. Everyones shocked. Then, together they rule as queens.

Written By: Rose

Words: 1,106

      The bells tolled in the towers surrounding King’s Landing. The city had surrendered, the throne was rightfully hers. Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen took a deep breath; Fire and Blood. Those were her houses words, those were the deeds of the mighty beasts that adorned her sigil. These people abandoned her family during Robert’s Rebellion. They deserved fire and blood. But she was not like her father. She was not like her brother. She closed her eyes trying to block out the deafening ringing of the bells. Trying desperately to not commit the fire and blood of her house. To be something new, something better. She thought of (Y/N).

        Sweet (Y/N), born of Westeros and stolen away to Essos. Stripped of everything she held dear and forced into a foreign land, much like herself. (Y/N) was “given” to her as a wedding present for her marriage to Khal Drogo. (Y/N) was supposed to be a slave, owned by Daenerys. Instead she became the Khaleesi's closest companion. A woman who should be full of hate and vengeance from having her life ripped away from her was instead compassionate and caring, always making an effort to find the best in everyone. She taught Daenerys that it didn’t matter that her father was mad and much of the Targaryen bloodline faced a similar fate. She could be a dragon. Protective, strong, loyal. Dragons aren’t all fire and blood, and neither was she. 

         She took off on Drogon, aiming for the Red Keep. These people, her people, would not fear her. No, they would love her. Just as she loved (Y/N). The bells continued to toll. 

                                                        ...

          Daenerys closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of gentle hands weaving her hair together in an intricate braid.

       “You look beautiful, my queen” 

         The blonde snapped her eyes open and stared up at you. “You are far better looking than me, my love” Dany kissed the hand you had rested on her shoulder, before turning to watch your reflection in the vanity mirror. She could always made your cheeks flush, and she loved when they did.     

        “Is Rheagal doing any better today?” 

        You couldn’t help but smile at Daenerys concern. Everyone thought the mighty beast had perished, but while everyone headed south for King’s Landing soon after the naval attack Rheagal’s body had washed up on shore. Rheagal was severely injured and on the brink of death, luckily enough however you stayed behind at Dragonstone. It was a miracle that you were able to heal the beast. “Much better! Sam sent me the blueprints to repair his wings. The wounds aren’t fully healed yet but he’s back to eating regularly,” 

         Rheagal had become much closer to you since the incident. Daenerys loved how much you cared about the dragons and how the dragons cared for you. “Good, I want you both there at the coronation,” Daenerys stood, making her way over to multiple racks which held the remainder of her coronation outfit. (Y/N) made quick of her work, sliding on the charcoal black outer layering, of her dress which covered her torso and much of her pure white skirt. Embroidered scales made up much of the bodice and overskirt, bright crimson thread mimicking the colors of Drogon and the Targaryen sigil. An angel disguised as a dragon, the savior of the Seven Kingdoms.

        You were left in awe as you looked upon your queen. Daeneryes looked absolutely radiant. She turned around, catching a glimpse of the slack-jawed wonderstruck look on your face. “What is it this time?” Dany questioned, she had seen the star struck look come across your face only a handful of times, most of which occurred before your affections were known by each other.     

        “Do you know how much I love you?”  

         Daenerys couldn’t help but giggle, “Not nearly as much as I love you,” She cupped your face and kissed you tenderly. You were about to deepen the kiss when there was a sharp knock on the door before it was pushed open.

          “Pardon me for interrupting my queen, but the coronation is about to start.” the Hand of the Queen stood by the door, smiling softly at Daenerys and her lover. Tyrion was the first to discover your relationship, and has been supportive ever since. You nodded towards Daenerys, signaling that she should take her leave. She placed one more chaste kiss upon your lips before you both left with Tyrion. 

         Dothraki, Unsullied, Lords and Lady’s from all over Westeros hand come from all across Westeros to watch the coronation of their new queen, including many highborns from the newly independent North as well. The Steps of the Red Keep has been transformed for the coronation. Targaryen sigils and colors covered every surface, epic tales of the Long Night and the fight for the Throne decorate every wall, hailing the heroes that fought in the battle. 

          Shadows danced a crossed the crowd, weaving in an intricate waltz. Dragons. Drogon and Rhaegal dove downwards. Perching on opposite sides of the large stone staircase. Cheers ruptured from the crowd as Daenerys stepped forward to claim her crown. 

          Tyrion stood behind his queen, holding an ornate angular crown decorated in dragon scales. Daenerys’ ears were thrumming, she could barely hear the long winded speech Tyrion was making before she felt the weight of the crown, her crown, placed atop her head. “I now proclaim you Daenerys Stormborn, Queen of the Andals and the First men, ruler of the Six Kingdoms,”

          The crowd was in an elated, the cheers were deafening. The bells rang once more, not marking treachery, but in celebration of their new queen. Daenerys looked across the sea of her people, all who loved her dearly as she loved them. 

          Daenerys turned to (Y/N), holding a hand out to you. You were apprehensive at first, never before had your affections been known to others except for Tyrion, Greyworm, and Jon. You took her hand in yours, she pulled you closer to where she was standing. 

          “I promise to you all, that we will rule justly and fairly. I will never bring honor or shame to you, my people. And we will right the wrongs made by previous rulers, for Dragons are no longer a symbol of fear, but of protection for every one of my peoples and allies for as long as we rule,”

          The crowd cheers only grew louder. Daenerys smile out at her people, before kissing your hand. With you by her side, she would not only be a Khaleesi, but a just and kind Queen to all. 

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A Helping Hand

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 1228

Summary: You have always been there for Klaus. From doing your best to cure his killer hangovers to aiding in stopping the apocalypse, you’ve been through it all. The two of you were peas-in-a-pod, amigos, bffs, and you couldn’t help but fall in love with him.

Written By: Admin Rose

    You hugged a pillow to your chest as you rolled over to stare at the clock on your nightstand. 3:25 AM, it read with glaring bright red numbers. You couldn’t sleep. It was always like this, you realized. Your insomnia always could be traced back to the same source. Klaus Hargreeves.

     You let out a frustrated sigh as you pushed the clock away from you. Even when he wasn’t here, barging in drunk off his ass or high as a kite, sometimes it was neither and he just waltzed in like he owned your apartment just because he could, he still kept you awake. When he wasn’t here late at night, you were worried sick about him. Klaus was an enigma and a ticking time bomb of unpredictability. If he wasn’t in your apartment it was either:

1. Out clubbing, sleeping, and boozing it up in general

2. In the hospital because he overdosed...again.

3. Currently detained by cops and you would get the call to bail him out any minute

   But luckily enough for you, you didn’t have to worry about the necromancer for much longer because of the distinct, jiggle of keys and the loud creaking sound of the front door of your apartment opening and closing. You could hear someone shuffle their feet through the darkness, only to be stopped by a small thud and a string of curses. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. Yeah, it was Klaus alright. Almost every time he tries to sneak into you house late at night, he stubs his toe on the coffee table. You would think that after countless visits he would learn to avoid the table but alas, he always hit the table, thus only continuing to affirm that it was him.

    After a few moments of silence, the shuffling began again until there was a quiet knock on your door. Before you could even answer, the door was pushed open

      “(Y/N)? Are you awake?” Klaus has whispered into the darkness.

      You let out a small sigh, you loved Klaus but you were starting to get serious sleep deprivation at this point. “Yeah I’m up…” you replied, shielding your eyes as you leaned over to flick on the lamp on your bedside table. You were ready to get Klaus an Advil, some water, and tuck him in while you slept on the couch or prepare for whatever spontaneous activity Klaus wanted you to partake in, but then you noticed him. Really noticed him.

        His rumpled hair, pajamas, bloodshot eyes, the tear stains on his face, and somber yet petrified demeanor told you everything.

        It was going to be one of those nights.

       They didn’t happen very often, maybe once or twice a month, but Klaus suffered from or night terrors. Nightmares plagued by ghouls, crypts, gunshots, closets, loved ones, his father…. every past trauma he had experienced. Nightmares were common for him, but every now and then he would have one that terrified him enough to the point where only sleeping by someone’s side would ease him back to sleep.

      You moved over to make space next to you on the bed for Klaus. After you determined there was enough room for the man, you patted the space next to you signaling him to join him. Like a dehydrated man given a glass of water, instant relief washed over Klaus’ face and he practically dove onto the bed with you. He curled into your side and you began running your fingers through his hair, you found out it helped him relax on a night similar to this one when you were both merely teens. Klaus let out a long weary sigh, “Thank you,”. You smiled at him, you would never admit it but you would do anything for him. Your crush of many years didn’t need to know how you truly felt about him. You were fine being friends.

   “Of course, no problem,”

      The two of you sat in silence for a while, but the fear and sadness that hung in the air was palpable.

       “Can I get you anything? Water, tea, music, bubble bath…”

        Klaus shook his head, you could tell he didn’t want to talk but you knew it was for the best. “What was it about? It might make you feel better if you talk about it. Was it the usual? Ghosts and Reginald stuff?”

       “No…”

       “Ok so Hazel and Cha-Cha then? I promise you I didn’t forget about you. I told everyone that you were gone and-“

       “It wasn’t that either ok?!?”

        You paused for a moment, you knew it would tug a few heartstrings but it was reasonable nonetheless. For months after Klaus had returned from Vietnam, he has suffered from nightmares and severe PTSD that had shook him to his core. Even now, almost a year later he still would get the occasional nightmare.

        “Was it Dave again?”

         Klaus tore away from you, “Stop it! It wasn’t about Dave alright! It wasn’t about any of that bullshit! Just shut up!”. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. You didn’t deserve to be snapped at, you were better to him than anyone else and you were only trying to help. He took you hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand while mulling over whether or not he should tell you his dream. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, in contemplative silence as you waited for one another to break the silence.

         “It was about you.”

         You looked at Klaus in shock, not exactly processing what you had just heard. Klaus repeated himself a bit louder, however you could tell his voice wavered a little.

         “You left me… just like everyone else you just left a-and I didn’t know what to do and then- oh god it was just like Dave. You died  and I-I couldn’t do anything! I couldn’t save you cuz I’m completely and utterly useless and you were just laying there bleeding out and I-“

                      You quickly cut Klaus off, comforting him as tears began to well up in his eyes and as his body was racked by a sob. “Shh it’s ok,” you gently place a hand on his cheek, “I’m still here. I’m not dead. I’m alive and I’m not leaving your side anytime soon, you have too much blackmail material on me!” you try to lighten the situation a bit with a joke, praying that you might get a smile. Luckily enough for you, whatever deity that controls the universe decided to shine down upon you because Klaus managed to crack that smile that you love oh so much.

           “I know… thank you.” Klaus quickly kissed your hand, causing you to blush as he lied back down with his head in your lap. You let a small grin grace your face until as you began to run your fingers through his chocolate locks once more. Once Klaus began to drift off, his chest rising and falling at a steady rate. You spoke softly, so soft that the sound had barely even escaped your lips, of your true feeling of Klaus. That you loved him, more than you thought possible for one human to love anyone or anything.

         And faintly, you received a reply.

         “I love you too, more than you know.”

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The Last Night

Jon Snow x Reader

By: Admin Rose

Key: (Y/N)= Your Name, (Y/L/N)=Your Last Name

Warnings: Mild angst

Summary: Your Lord Father had made an arrangement with Lord Eddard Stark that you and his son, Robb, were to marry before you were even born. But you don’t have any feelings for the eldest Stark boy, instead you were quite smitten with Ned Stark’s bastard, Jon Snow.

      Your little feet carried you across the yard, trying to hide from your Septa. Even while you were visiting Winterfell, you had to attend your lessons on how to be a proper lady. How to sit, stand, address your superiors, and curtsy like a true highborn lady... all things that were excruciatingly boring. Eyes darted back and forth, you tried to find a hiding place as you trudged through the snow. You only stopped when a snowball was launched directly into your face, causing you to tumble backwards into the freezing snow.                      “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you, I swear! I was aiming for Robb…”

      Above you stood a boy, not much older than you with unruly brown curls and dark brown eyes standing above you. Ned Stark’s bastard, Jon Snow. You had heard rumors about the young boy and were aware that he was standing behind his brother and younger sister when you had first arrived. Jon seemed to hesitate for a moment before he held out a hand to her. “Let me help you up!” he stumbled on his words, after all if Lady Catelyn were to discover that he’s was talking to Lady (Y/N), let alone threw a snowball at her, she would surely have his head.

      You brushed the snow off your dress and took his hand. Jon quickly pulled you up onto your feet.

     “I’m sorry my lady please-“

        Jon was quickly cut off when a snowball hit him square in the face. A snowball that you had thrown.

You giggled at the bewilderment that shone clear on his face when you heard another laugh join in.

     “Serves you right Jon!”

       Robb Stark stood a few feet away from you, peeking out from behind a pillar he had previously used as a shield. You had been introduced to him briefly when you and your family had arrived, only to be whisked away in order to settle in and begin lessons with your Septa until the feast this evening.

       The younger Stark boy shared a look with you, before you both hurled snow towards Robb.

       The three of you played out in the freezing cold for what felt like hours before finally collapsing into the plush snow. Unbeknownst to you, your father and Lord Eddard Stark watched from the balcony above, smiling down while his children. Your father lightly nudged Ned, “(Y/N) seems to be getting along quite well with Robb…. if things continue to go well I don’t believe either will be opposed to the engagement” Ned chuckled, “I do believe uniting our houses will be for the best, and you have always been a dear friend. Our houses coming together will only benefit the north.” Ned smiled at your father. The two quickly embraced before calling down to you three to get ready for the feast later on that evening.

            It felt good to be back in Winterfell. You smiled to yourself as you walked through the yard, memories of when you were merely six years of age flooding back to you as you recounted your first visit to the castle. You had spent so much of your time in Winterfell, it became a second home to you. Your steps only grew more hurried as you neared the stables, the sound of metal clashing ringing in the air. Jon has always practiced near the stables when Robb was busy or if he was blowing off steam. Today it appeared to be the latter. Jon swung hard-hitting blow after blow on the poor training dummy, enough to the point where straw begun to pour out of the cuts on its side.

       “Did you intend on coming to see me or were you just going to continue practicing and ignore me?”

     Jon dropped his sword and spun around faster than a bolt of lighting. His face lit up as he saw you.  

  “You’re here a week early. I didn’t know you were arriving.”

   “I thought it would be a nice surprise. And besides…” you paused for a moment to check your surroundings for any prying eyes before enveloping Jon in your arms, “I missed you.” Jon smiled as he hugged back with all of his strength, wrapping his arms around you waist. Your fingers toyed with the hair at the base of his neck. “Your hair is longer… I like it.” Jon laughed, mumbling some snide remark about how you had alway liked it long, which in all honesty was the truth. You snuggled yourself back into his arms, you missed this. Being here, with Jon, in his arms. You and Jon were always close, much closer than any of the other Starks. You were best friends as children and overtime these feeling began to blossom into something more. A feeling which could never be acted upon due to something as trivial as heritage. You couldn’t care less about some stupid title.

      “(Y/N), there’s something important I need to tell you…”

    You had pulled away from Jon now, looking directly into his eyes, “What is it?”. Jon sighed, he took a moment before he opened his mouth to reply but-

   “You two really should be more careful.”

    Jon quickly pushed away from you as Robb approached the stables, while you smoothed your skirts, clearly annoyed due to the interruption.

    “If I were Theon, all of Winterfell would know about your little relationship by now.” Rob sent the two of you a smug look, out of all the Starks the only ones aware of the relationship you had with Jon were Arya and Robb. You had an inkling of a feeling that Sansa might be catching on, but she was often times too caught up in her own world to truly suspect anything.

      “Do you have something important to say Robb, or did you come here just to be a nuisance?”

      “You wound me! And aye, my father wishes to speak to the two of us in the Great Hall.”

      “Your father?” you mused quietly to yourself. You couldn’t help but wonder what was so urgent that Lord Eddard had to speak to you mere minutes after setting foot within the walls of Winterfell. You turned to Jon, sending him a sad smile and apologizing for having your reunion cut short. “I promise I’ll find you once I am done” you gently took his hand and gave it a light squeeze, trying to confirm to him that you will return to your prior conversation continue where you left off. Jon gave a curt nod before you exited the stable with his brother.

       Ned smiled as you entered the hall. You had become almost like a daughter to him in all the years you had spent here, and he was well aware his wife felt the same. Catelyn would sing praises about you and how you were a fantastic role model for the girls, and he certainly felt the same. You were caring, intelligent, mature, and listened to those around you. You would be a fantastic Lady, and an even better match for his son.

        Robb walked ahead of you to greet his father. “You wished to speak with us, my lord?” you stopped in front on the long oak table which stretched across the hall, giving a small curtsy as you addressed Eddard.

        “Aye. As you both know, House (Y/L/N) has been a bannerman and loyal companion to House Stark for many years. We have had close relations even before the Starks were proclaimed as The of the North. Which is why, Lord (Y/L/N) and I have agreed that you both shall be wed in four fortnights.”

        The color drained from your face as you felt your heart drop to the floor. You couldn’t get married, especially to Robb! “I- I beg your pardon?” You prayed to the old gods and the new that your ears had played a trick on you. You were fairly certain Robb felt similarly, the shock of the news had left him wide eyed and gaping like the fish on his mother sigil.

        Ned Stark looked between the two of you confused, clearly not expecting your current reactions. He thought you and Robb would be overjoyed. “You two are to be wed to one another in two months…”

         You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, this wasn’t supposed to happen. Your entire world has begun crashing down around. You steadied you voice before you spoke again, “Will you excuse me for a moment?”

        Before Ned could respond, you raced out of the hall. You planned to confess your love to Jon and possibly elope, how in the seven hells were you supposed to do that now? Jon was often quite moody and had the tendency to be a bit self deprecating, if he discovered that you were now betrothed to Robb not only will he refuse to be with you because you “deserve better than some bastard”, but tensions will increase between the three of you. Needless to say that was the last thing you wanted.

        You stormed towards your chambers, trying take a moment to recollect yourself in private before you had to face Jon, but it appeared that the world seemed to have a personal vendetta against you because there, pacing in front of your chambers was the man himself. “Jon,” the name escaped as a sigh from your lips. He turned to you, quickly noticing how distraught you were. He took your hands in his, asking you what’s wrong. You quickly pulled Jon into your chambers, taking a moment to collect yourself before you began recounted what Ned has just told you.

        “I am to marry Robb in two months…” you couldn’t help to feel the surge of emotions flow through you. Anger, sadness, despair, and complete and utter hopelessness. Even if you were a highborn you always knew this day would come, a day where you would be forced to marry someone you didn’t love, only now it was Robb Stark. Your best friend who you had known since childhood, who you had felt nothing but brotherly love towards, and the man who was your lovers half-sibling. Even with your title, you were still a women, and there was nothing you could do to convince Ned or your father to call of the engagement.

          “I-I don’t want to marry your brother! I don’t love Rob, I love you!”

         “(Y/N)...”

        “-We could always elope! I’m not very picky and you know I can handle myself. I’m better at hunting that you are after all.”

          “(Y/N).”

   “-I could steal some valuables too and sell some of my jewels off for a pretty penny. That should be more enough to buy us a house or stay at an inn for a while!”

          “(Y/N)!!!”

       Jon had shouted you name now in hopes of gaining you attention. “Maybe…” he paused for a moment, carefully considering his next words. “Maybe it’s for the best,” he spoke tentatively. You snapped your head to look at him, dumbfounded at his response. “What?” needless to say, you were extremely confused. You knew the Jon always degraded himself and said that you deserve someone better, someone who wasn’t a bastard. Even so you always managed to convince him that you didn’t care, that you loved him no matter whatever title was given to either of you, and the two of you had planned your wedding day ever since you were young. You were unaware of the pressures of society then, yes, but you still hoped that Jon felt the same as he did then.

         “In the stables I meant to tell you… I’m leaving for the Nights Watch.”

     You had to be dreaming. Otherwise what had you done to anger the gods? You forced out a laugh in order to humor Jon for whatever cruel prank he was pulling on you. “Haha, very funny Jon…”

      You waited for a response. For him to laugh along with you and tell you everything was alright. That you weren’t going to marry Robb and he wasn’t going to sign his life away and take on the black. That it was all, one elaborate hoax. But it never came. His upturned brow and strained grin spoke volumes. You had never seen such guilt in his eyes.

       “You aren’t joking… are you?” your voice, breaking like glass as you spoke. Jon shook his head solemnly. “I’m a bastard (Y/N), there’s no use for me. My brothers will inherit Winterfell before me, I’m a constant reminder of my fathers mistakes, and Catelyn hates me. I wouldn’t be able to provide for you and no matter what happens you are going to be married to some highborn lord because you deserve more than a bastard. So why not take up the black? Why not do something useful?”

        You felt a wave of emotions swell inside you. You couldn’t argue with Jon, he was far too headstrong. Just like the rest of his family. But you needed to get you anger out somehow, so-

            “OW! What was that for?”

           You punched Jon in the arm as hard as you could. “Because, you are an idiot Jon Snow,” there was no bite to your words, only sadness. Jon pulled you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours “I know… I’m sorry”

         Your voice was muffled by Jons chest as you hugged him. “What did you say?” Jon looked down at you, confused.

        “I asked if you could stay with me tonight… and tomorrow… until you leave preferably.”

        “(Y/N)...”

         “Please, Jon…”

        Jon sighed, he could never say no to you. He picked you up and placed you down on the bed before laying next to you and pulling you into his embrace and holding you tight. He would miss this… he would miss you. That night he drifted off to sleep, fighting back tears as to not disturb your slumber.

[wewritethings]

Can I get a (platonic or romantic) TUA or golden trio era ship too please? I’m 5’8, an INFP, and a non-self proclaimed “mom friend”. I care a lot about other people even though I don’t express it all the time. It’s pretty easy to make me laugh and I’ve been told I have a sardonic sense of humor. I can be extremely sarcastic when I want to be. I also collect crystals, draw, and cry easily during movies. I’m easily overwhelmed in big groups of people and I hate unwanted attention (1/2) - 🍒

Harry Potter:

We ship you with HARRY POTTER and DIEGO HARGREEVES!

Harry Potter: 

Harry hates large crowds and being famous in general, in makes him feel much more comfortable being around someone who doesn’t like large crowds either

Harry needs someone in his life to make sure he doesn’t act too irrationally

Harry tends to be quite sassy at times and loves when you dish that sass right back to him

Adventures into the forbidden forest and around Hogwarts are a constant

Diego Hargreeves:

Diego is extremely active so he would love to go out and explore nature with you

He appreciates your sense of humor immensely

Please try your best to keep him out of trouble, his heart is in the right place but his actions are almost always poorly executed

Despite his hard exterior, Diego is an extremely caring and affectionate person who only wants the best for you

[wewritethings]

Can I have a ship? I’m 5’3 and pale with brown curly hair. I’m bisexual and I’m the mom friend of my group. I’m also the nerd of my friend group and family and I get great grades and want to go to an Ivy League school. I’m very passionate and will always fight for what I believe in and am loud af to the people I know, but I’m very quiet with new people. I think I’m kinda funny, or a try to be, and I don’t take bull from anyone, especially regarding my friends and family. Thank you!

We ship you with VANYA HARGREEVES!

Both of you are very caring and look out for one another and those you hold dear

Vanya needs someone to look out for her every now and then

You inspire Vanya to get out of her shell and warm up to people more

Both of you are very passionate about the things you care about

She will 100% be there to help you study, study dates at each others house or in quaint cafes become the norm. 

She will support you no matter what

Please protect this sweet angel, she has been through a lot

[wewritethings]

Stupid Spider-Man and Stupid Soulmates (AU)

Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 1,697

Key: (Y/N) = Your Name

Warnings: Small amount of violence, and mild language, and some fluff at the end

Summary: You're an anti-hero named Nano. Robs banks but not for own use but to help out your parent’s bills and those who struggle financially, and donate money. You are soulmates with Peter and you can’t physically hurt one another. 

By: Admin Haru  

With a few simple clicks on a screen on your inner-wrist, you intercept the security cameras, playing a loop of 30 seconds when you aren’t in frame. You can’t let them know when you enter. You hurriedly enter the bank, your footsteps barely making any noise. With your mask secured on your face and your stun gun in hand, your voice booms in the relatively quiet bank. “Everyone, hands behind your head! Now! You! Open the door and put the money in the bag,” Panic strikes through the bystanders’ faces, not hesitating to follow your orders and ducks down with their hands on their head. You head over to the door that leads to the back and tap your foot as you wait for the door to open. You hear a faint click and the creaking of the metal hinges as the small man swings open the door for you to follow.

“I’m not doing it. I’m not putting the money in the bag and I don’t care if I end up hurt.” He doesn’t dare to meet your eye.

You pull the trigger, loud cracking and bright sparks emit from your stun gun,“Just please put the money in the bag. I really don’t enjoy hurting people.”

The employee flinches putting the stacks of cash in the gym back quickly, his hands and voice tremble. Once he finishes, you sigh, zipping the overflowing bag full. With a grunt, you heave the heavy bag onto your shoulder signaling the man to join the rest.

A light thud catches your interest, whirling around to see what the source was. But you knew what--- or rather who--- had caused the noise. “You know McDonald's is always hiring people.”

“I already work there, pay isn’t too great,” The sarcasm dripping from your voice, your remark leaving a mock look of hurt on Spider-Man’s face and a hand placed over his heart. With a groan you toss the bag to the side, charging up your stun gun. “You can’t be a bit more lenient on me Spider-Boy? I mean it’s the second time this month you stop one of my robberies,” You roll your shoulders, leaning your head side to side to crack it.

Spider-Man crouches slightly, awaiting your next move, “Ain’t no rest for the wicked.”

“Did you just quote a Cage the Elephant song?”

Spider-Man used your distraction to his advantage, quickly shooting a web to pull the bag towards him. With a growl you aim to punch his nose but of course your hand stops a few centimeters from his face. Stupid Spider-Man being your stupid soulmate and not being allow to hurt him. Thing about soulmates is that you can’t physically hurt them, and with your luck, yours just so happens to be Spider-Man. Spider-Man’s quick reflexes lead to you being stuck to the wall, striking your pride. Spider-Man turns his back to check on the bystanders, making sure none of them are hurt physically. Big mistake. After your last encounter with Spider-Man, you had created a solution that would help in situations like this. You had never tested it before but no other time like the present. With a press of a button, the webs melt away rapidly as if they weren’t even there to begin with.

With a few quiet strides, you quickly snatch the gym bag. Your piercing whistle gains everyone’s attention, but you look straight at Spider-Man sending him a cheeky wink before breaking out of a window and grappling up to a rooftop nearby. A piercing pain in your ankle hinders you only for a second before you start to bound from rooftop to rooftop. You stop when you’re completely sure he hasn’t followed you. Dropping the bag, and sitting on the ledge admiring the nighttime view. Honking in the distance fills the silence, New York isn’t ever truly quiet.

Peter was fully engrossed in a comic book, barely paying attention. Only adding a slight nod every once in awhile. With a slap to his chest, courtesy of Ned, he finally looks at him for the first time in 7 minutes. “Dude, is (Y/N) alright? They aren’t looking too good right now.” He quickly spots you heading over to his locker, eyes locking onto your face that he admires way too often to be considered a friendly manner. But soon his brows start furrowing at the sight of the limp in your steps. Ned nudges Peter, lifting his brows and smiling widely at Peter’s stare. Heat rushing fast to Peter’s face as he barely manages to say good morning to you. You smile brightly at the pair, expertly opening your locker situated right next to Peter’s. “Are you alright? You’re walking a bit funny,” Peter shuts his locker with a bang, leaning on it to get a better view of you.

When you were landing on the rooftop your ankle didn’t agree with you, most likely twisted it. But the pain wasn’t the worst you’ve endured. A loud snort was heard behind Peter--- Ned.

“First off: Ned, that’s disgusting. Second of all, I stubbed my toe really hard against a table this morning.” The lie had slipped off easily but the excuse itself was poor, it was the only thing you could think of on the spot. Peter was skeptical but he let it slide nonetheless. “Let’s just head to class, I can’t be late to Mrs. Davis’ class again,” you slammed your locker shut walking ahead of Ned and Peter, leaving them to trail behind you.

You sat in your seat just as the bell began to ring, “Cutting it close I see, try being punctual next time.” Mrs. Davis’ shrill voice rings out, her irritation directed at you. You stay silent because if you didn’t, you’d eventually end up in detention. Questions about limited reactants went through one ear and out the other, Chemistry wasn’t your strongsuit exactly. The rest of classes were painstakingly long, minutes seemed to be hours long and when the last bell rang you couldn’t be out of your seat any faster.

“Thank you Aunt May for the blueberry scones, but Pete and I gotta start studying for chemistry,” you shut the door to Peter’s bedroom with your foot tossing your book bag somewhere on his floor before falling on his bed face first.

Peter looks up from his textbook, “We should really start to study, this test is important and you’re failing in Chemistry.”

“Look Parker, don’t start to lecture me, just because that skeleton can’t teach doesn’t mean I don’t know how to find the excess in an equation.” You grunt, pushing yourself to sit on his bed cross-legged. “Pass me my book.” making grabby hands at you bag.

Peter raises a brow at you, “Seriously? You’re like 5 feet away from it, get it yourself.” You immediately start to pout, pleading with your eyes. After a few seconds of glaring, Peter starts to get up mumbling about something on how you’re always unfair. The puppy dog eyes always work, always.

It was only a few minutes into but you already gave up on the idea of studying, and started scrolling through the news on Snapchat. You were probably gonna cram a few hours before the test like usual. Your finger pauses when you see an article about yourself, titled ‘Friend or Foe? Nano yet again robs another bank, but donates it to charity.’ Seriously? That’s the stupidest name to give, nanotech and engineering are completely different. “You know what? Why is Nano’s name Nano? THAT��S NOT EVEN THE RIGHT BRANCH OF TECHNOLOGY!”

“Why are you so obsessed with them again?” Peter asks without his eyes ever leaving the pages.

With a loud sigh, your head falls to rest on top of the thick textbook. A few minutes of silence pass and you’re so close to falling asleep but suddenly you feel a finger start to prod at your face, going for your ears, cheeks, and tugging at your hair. “Parker you better cut this shit out I’m not dealing with your crap right now.” You wave your hand around trying to stop Peter but it only gets worse. Eventually you lift your head up to connect your fist to Peter’s arm but nothing happens. I thought Spider-Man is my soulmate? Oh crap. You thought but it hit you. Spider-Man is your soulmate but you never knew who it was behind that mask, meaning easily it could be anyone. And that anyone is Peter Parker.

Peter stares at your hand, centimeters away from his arm. “Are… are you Nano?”

“Oops?” You offer a slight shrug. You made sure to be extra careful around Ned and Peter. But I guess it backfired when Peter is Spider-Man and your soulmate.

Peter’s voice is incredibly quiet, “Why do you do it?”

“You know how my parents haven’t been doing so good, and they are struggling for money to pay the bills. The rest that I don’t keep I donate it to charity.” You clear your throat, sitting up straight. “It’s really hard right now Pete, they really need it, plus college is so expensive. I mean, I was considering to get hit by a car for college tuition.” You offer a n empty chuckle to lighten the mood. “So… You’re my soulmate. Wanna go on a date?” Your voice reduces to a mumble at your question. You’ve liked Peter for so long but you always saw him admiring Liz. And you thought as long as he was happy, you would be too. (Idk if I should keep the part about the reader liking Peter beforehand so lmk if i should keep)

Peter blushes a bright red, “Only if you stop the whole Nano thing. I can’t always keep you outta trouble.” He’s awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, the idea of dating you was a fantasy of his for so long. He had never thought it would be real.

The thought of an awkward Peter taking you on a date, nervously trying to make conversation was so adorable. Your laugh this time is genuine, your face donning a playful smile, “I’ll think about it Parker.”

[wewritethings]

MASTERLIST

MCU

Peter Parker

Stupid Spider-Man and Stupid Soulmates

Game of Thrones

Jon Snow

The Last Night 

Daenerys Targaryen

My Queen

The Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreeves

A Helping Hand

[wewritethings]

Hii there, may I request a TUA ship please? I’m a straight 5’2” girl who loves books, oversized hoodies, and hot chocolate. I’m usually quiet and awkward but talkative with people I’m close to. I like to blurt out random facts and I run a daily facts broadcast for my friends and family. I love to read and I find it hard to trust people. I’m emotional and require lots of hugs because I need them. I’m known to be soft with my friends but witty when necessary. Thank you and sorry for burdening you!

We ship you with FIVE HARGREEVES!

Five would never admit it, but he is extremely touch starved and loves hugs.

Whenever he has down time, he loves to cuddle up with you and read a book

Five needs someone emotional and soft to help balance out his cool and calculating nature.

Witty banter back and forth between the two of you is a constant.

He appreciates all of your facts, and loves it even more if you tell him something he didn’t know.

Protective boy who just wants to make you happy!

[wewritethings]

RULES

FOR SHIPS:

• If you ask for a ship, focus more on your personality traits and interests rather than your looks!

• Feel free to send in lengthy descriptions!

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• All ships will be tagged under #ship

• Please don’t be upset if we pair you with someone you dislike, this is simply our opinion!

FOR REQUESTS:

• We will NOT write anything involving bestiality, pedophilia, or incest.

• We will however be writing smut!

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• Same rules for requests apply to headcannons

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OVERALL:

Hello and welcome! We are fairly new to writing so please be patient. We accept constructive criticism and can’t wait to write for you. Feel free to ask anything or even just chat. Anything written by Rose will be under #rosewrites while anything by Haru will be under #haruwrites

- Haru and Rose

[wewritethings]

Fandoms we will take requests for:

Rose-

Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba

The Arcana

My Hero Academia

Haru-

Marvel

The Arcana

We will be writing for other fandoms not mentioned here, we are just not taking requests for them! 

Requests are treated more as suggestions!