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avengerscompound · 3 years

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Moving On - Chapter 5

Moving On: A Falcon & Captain Marvel Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader, Carol Danvers x F! Reader

Word Count: 2486

Rating: E

Warnings: Pregnancy, death of major character(s), canon typical violence

Synopsis: You thought Sam Wilson was the love of your life. You had planned to do it all with him - marriage, kids, see the world. Even when you’re life gets turned upside down, and you both end up international fugitives, he’s there by your side.

Then Thanos comes.

When Sam is one of the many turned to dust, leaving you alone and pregnant, you don’t think you’ll ever stop grieving. Yet, everyone tells you that Sam would want you to move on and live your life - that he’d want you to be happy. Gradually you open your heart up to another. Carol Danvers has lost people too. First her daughter, then her wife. As the two of you lean on each other, feelings grow and you move on together.

So what happens when Sam is returned to you?

Chapter 5: When the Dust Settles

Steve had gotten the call from Bruce late at night. It had come in on his emergency burner phone - the one that only Tony Stark had the number for. You’d seen him answer it with shaking hands, and the different possibilities of why Tony might be calling had all seemed to run through your head simultaneously. Had they overturned the Accords? Had they dropped the charges against all of you? Was he just calling to say sorry or that he missed Steve? Had something bad happened? Was there an attack and the Accords didn’t matter now, because they needed everyone on board? Had something happened to Rhodey?

While one of those was right, the last thing you’d expected to hear was for Steve to say the words; ‘Bruce calm down, I don’t understand what you’re trying to say’.

You’d watched the news on the flight to Scotland to retrieve Vision and Wanda. You’d been told Vision was at risk of attack and your group had arrived not a second too soon. Wanda and Vision were being attacked by two aliens that had to be at least six-foot-six.

Your group had managed to protect them, though Vision had been injured and Steve decided that with this attack, it was time to go home.

Despite what was happening, you couldn’t help but be excited to go back to the compound. Maybe if you could all deal with this, it would show everyone how the Avengers were needed and you could all go home for good. You wondered if Tony had kept your things and if not where they would be. You were excited to just be somewhere familiar even if it was just for a minute.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high,” Sam said, practically reading your mind. “This is bad, babe.”

“I know,” you said with a sigh. “I know but… we don’t lose.”

“Don’t do that!” He yelped. “You’re gonna jinx us.”

“Sorry,” you sighed, shaking your head. “It’s just been so long.”

He rubbed your back. “And everything is a mess. We’ll just do the right thing.”

“Hope for the best, expect the worst,” you said.

“That’s right,” Sam said.

You had stayed at the compound for even less time than you had expected. A greeting from a holographic Secretary Ross that involved an order to have you arrested, an awkward greeting between Bruce and Natasha, and debate about how this whole thing was going to be faced. This ‘whole thing’ being an alien megalomaniac who seemed to have a philosophy degree but thought he was an expert on ecology. He believed that the way to solve overpopulation and limited resources was to destroy half of all life and was now collecting some stones that would allow him to do it. One of the stones currently resided in Vision’s head.

So it was back on the Quinn for a return trip to Wakanda in the hopes that Shuri might be able to remove the stone from Vision’s head so that it could be destroyed before another attack took place.

While Shuri worked on Vision the rest of you prepared for battle. You went to have a quick medical once over before this got started. The nerves you’d been feeling were making you a little lightheaded and you wanted to make sure it wasn’t anything that would get you into trouble during a fight.

“You are a little anemic,” the medic said. “I’d say that is from the slight malnutrition. All of your teammates are a little undernourished. But the pregnancy won’t help.”

You blinked at her and shook your head. “Sorry - the what?”

“You didn’t know you were pregnant?” She asked. “It’s very new? Five weeks? No signs of nausea yet?”

“No… no. I… but… we’re… we use protection!”

“These things can happen, and with the current lifestyle you’re leading, it would be no surprise if you missed a dosage or there was a breakage,” she said. “I’m sorry. If you don’t want this we can talk about what you want to do at a more opportune moment.”

You shook your head, not sure what to think. You laughed… or at least you tried to. It was more of a hysterical sounding screech. “Right. Let’s wait until the world isn’t ending.”

“I’m sorry, this is a lot to take in today, isn’t it?” The medic said, going to a cabinet of medication. She shook a couple of pills out of a bottle and brought them over to you with a small cup of water. “Here, take these. It will help with any lightheadedness and nausea you might experience. We don’t want that in the midst of what’s to come.”

You quickly swallowed the pills and started to redress in your armor. “Thank you, doc,” you said. “Sorry for bringing this fight to your door.”

“If it is as serious as they say and you can’t stop it, then we won’t be protected just because we’re in Wakanda,” she said with a shrug. “Not this time.” She sighed and looked at you. “Take care of yourself. When you’ve saved the world, talk to the father and the two of you can come back to see me, and I’ll help you with the next step, whatever that is.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. “That’s really kind.”

You went outside to where Sam, Rhodey, and Bucky were all waiting by the ships. “All good?” Sam asked, looking back at you.

Before you could answer there was a loud rumble in the sky. You looked up to see a huge ship that resembled some kind of tower entering the atmosphere.

Sam pressed his finger to his comms device. “Hey, Cap, we’ve got a situation here.”

It crashed into the dome above and exploded on impact, completely disintegrating in the air above you.

“God, I love this place,” Bucky said, as he looked up at it.

“Yeah, don't start celebrating yet, guys. We got more incoming outside the dome,” Rhodey added as more of the ships landed around the perimeter of the dome that protected Wakanda from the rest of the world.

Sam approached you. “Guess it's the end of the world time,” he said as alarms started sounding and people began to scramble.

You briefly and tenderly kissed him, the secret that you had burning inside you. “Sam,” you said, taking his hand.

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “What’s up.”

You wanted to tell him but now was not the time. He needed his head in the game, and so did you. “Don’t do anything dumb.”

He laughed. “You sound like Steve just before he jumps off the side of a building. I’ve got wings, I’ll be fine.”

“See you when the dust settles,” you said.

“Yeah, you too,” he agreed and pecked your cheek. The two of you then ran off in different directions. You gathered with Bucky and Natasha, while he went to speak to Rhodey.

Steve, T’Challa, the Dora Milaje all arrived not long after, and your team and the armies of Wakanda were all marched onto carriers as Bruce messed around with a set of Kimoyo Beads with the help of Okoye. As you were settling onto the carrier, a hole opened in the dome above your head and the Veronica Unit crashed down to earth nearby. Natasha sighed and vaulted off the carrier going to help Bruce get a handle of the Hulk Buster armor.

By the time you were all flying your way down to the borders of Wakanda, you were in the blank zone that you hid in when you needed to rely on your instincts alone.

Sam and Rhodey flew overhead as the carriers took the armies to their positions and you all formed a large wall facing the dome that held the aliens out.

Steve, T’Challa, and Natasha went to the barrier to talk to the two aliens you had fought in Scotland. You watched on, knowing it wasn’t going to amount to anything. The female raised her spear and the ships began to open up.

“Did they surrender?” Bucky asked.

“Not exactly,” Steve replied as he resumed his position.

Hoards of huge beasts ran through the treeline towards the barrier. “Looks like we pissed her off,” Natasha said.

You watched on as swarms of the beasts began attacking the barrier, throwing themselves on it, not caring that it was skinning them and tearing them apart too. “They’re killing themselves,” Okoye said, horrified.

Some began to breach the barrier and charge towards the waiting army. Bucky, Bruce, and the Wakandan Army began attacking them with long-range weapons, felling them as they broke past Rhodey and Sam who attacked them at the wall.

“Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us... there's nothing between them and Vision,” Bruce said through the comms.

“Then we better keep 'em in front of us,” Steve said gravely.

“How do we do that?” Okoye asked T’Challa.

“We open the barrier,” T’Challa said, and touched his comms device. “On my signal, open North-West Section Seventeen. On my signal.”

“This will be the end of Wakanda,” M’Baku said to Okoye.

“Then it will be the noblest ending in history,” Okoye said.

Everyone readied themselves while T’Challa shouted his commands in Xhosa to the army around him. The border tribesmen let down their shields and T’Challa walked out in front of them. “Wakanda forever!” He shouted and everyone charged.

As you ran down towards the border, pulling out your batons and hoping to god that you had the strength to get through this battle, the barrier opened and the beasts flooded through.

You were back from the frontlines when you encountered your first one, and you battled it, back to back with one of the river tribesman, the two of you taking it down together. Two more attacked immediately, separating you from the man and you did your best to take the one you were facing down. You could already see that this was not going to go as planned. There were so many of them and they were so strong. You managed to take down two others when you saw Bruce getting overwhelmed in the hulkbuster armor. It felt hopeless, but you needed to win this. You needed to go home with Sam and start your life together. This couldn’t be how it ended.

There was a large crack and then something flew through the sky, taking out dozens of the beasts in one go, freeing up both yourself and several of your teammates. When the air cleared what you realized was a large ax flew into the hand of Thor, who stood with what appeared to be a humanoid tree and a raccoon holding a gun that was at least as big as it was.

Bruce retracted his helmet and laughed loudly. “Ah-hahaha! You guys are so screwed now!”

“Bring me Thanos!” Thor roared, charging towards the leaders of the beasts. He jumped into the air and slammed back down to the ground, his lightning taking out a huge swarm of them.

Thor turned the tide of the battle. The hoard was being kept back and Thor seemed to be getting closer and closer to their leader. The hopefulness began to return and you got a new surge of energy. You were going to win this. You and Sam were going to go home and retire. He was going to run his business with his sister.

There was a deep rumble and the earth itself began to quake. A huge wave ran out underground, sending trees flying and bursting out from under the walls of the dome were huge weaponized wheels that began to churn up everything, people included.

“Fall back! Fall back now!” T’Challa yelled and you began to run back away from the combat, trying to get away from the machines.

Wanda flew out from the window and threw one of them, taking it completely out of play. Your relief at the next of your biggest hitters joining the field was short-lived as you saw Vision tumble out of the window of the palace and down the face of Mount Bashenga.

“Guys, we got a Vision situation here,” Sam said through the comms.

“Somebody get to Vision!” Steve shouted.

“I got him,” Bruce said, taking off in the direction of the synthoid.

“On my way,” Wanda echoed.

You kept fighting. Everything became more and more chaotic around you, and your battle turned away from actually trying to stop them, to just trying to survive long enough that you could get to the end of the battle. The rest of your teammates seemed to head toward a copse of trees while you were still stuck in the open. You wanted to be with them if this all went south. You didn’t want to die in a field surrounded by strangers, but with each step forward you made you were pushed back two more by the invaders.

Thor had begun to destroy the alien ships, bolstering your hope again despite the fact your energy was waning. You could hear the battle cries of the Jabari as they began to take control of the battle and slowly you began to start gaining on the treeline.

An eerie silence fell on the battlefield and you picked up your speed running to where your friends were.

“Everyone, on my position. We have incoming,” Steve said over comms. You looked around for some sign of more ships or something, but you had no idea what he was talking about.

You arrived in time to see Sam being hurled aside by a huge purple man that you could only assume was Thanos. You charged at the titan, knowing it was no use, but knowing also that it was death either way. He batted you aside like you were nothing, you hit your head, and lost consciousness.

When you came too, you thought for a second you were hallucinating. There were people on the battlefield turning to dust. You scrambled to your feet and looked around, blinking your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. People couldn’t just be disintegrating.

“Sam?!” You called turning around and running in the direction where you last saw him.

Rhodey was looking around with the same look of confusion everyone else seemed to share. “Sam?” He called as he gazed around the forest floor.

“Sam!” You screamed. “Sam! Answer me!”

“We’ll find him,” Rhodey assured you. “He’s gotta be here.”

“He was right here. I saw him here,” you said, and dropped to your knees, running your hands over the ground where you were sure he’d been. Your hands came back covered in the dust you’d seen other people disintegrating into. It was him. You’d lost him. You had expected the worst but even your worst hadn’t been you left here alone. You sunk back on your knees and wailed.

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givsmn · 2 years

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my live reaction to Thor: Love and Thunder

okay. so far. i am NOT lovin this. "im tired" dies THATS SAD I'M SAD NOW IT'S TOO EARLY FOR THIS

BIG SAD RN BIG BIG BIG SAD HES LYIN BESIDE HER GRAVE

yes i would say he's suffered severely but i would not recommend followin the eery whispers in the wind

ooh green, we like green

bro your daughter coulda surv- what'd you slice your palm on

Rapu? that you?

Gorr… babe you don't look so good- aw he's so cute when he smiles

RAPU FUCK YOU

$10 Gorr finna pick up that sword and dice Rapu

oh well he didn't pick up the sword, it presented to him

AW I WANNA FLOWER PERSON

ooh gold blood, pick that shit up

Steve T-T Tony T^T i hate that thing MOON MOON !!!

musics great tho

KORG, baby

omfg he baby

"fighting the good fight for those who can't fight good" lmfao

Fonda gave me whiplash fr

SHUt UP KORG JFC MY GODS

GROOT <3

DAD BOD, GOD BOD, SAD BOD I CANNAE KORG PLEASE

lmfao Quill did not ask for this

bro Stormbreaker grew roots?

… why is he witch ridin Storkbr- yk what, nvm

DIE SCUM

stfu Thor, you embarrass me sm

OMG the AESTHETIC ASDFGHJKL

GUNS N' ROSES BABYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

my heat is racin rn sm

THE SPLITS WHAT TTTTTT

lmfao omg the GOTG cannae

bro you broke their temple. it finna shatter ain't it

yep, yep, there it is. poor fellas

Jane Fonda, hello

istg if Darcy eats those w sticks ima flip

yikes, four. sorry bro

she didn't use the sticks!

hope Darcy notices myuh-myuh's gone

self experimentin, are we?

SELVIG <3

wait wait is she finna find Mjolnir and put it back together to give her health

VALKYRIE

i'd buy that spice, please

INFINTY CONEZ!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

wow, they're boomin, that's great

oh gods, more theater

ALAN GRANT?!?!!!!!

bitches, Odin did NOT stand up and no you won't, perish

glitter, glitter mfs

"Transform!" ????!?!?! LIKE POWER RANGERS!?!?!??!

oh gods, McCarthy

this whole thing gave me a stroke, i love it

Jane Fonda finna steal them stones, i get

YEP IT'S FONDA

oop, ominious weather and vibrations oohoohooh

they're levitating

GOD OF DISASTER? ? ? ?

who the fuck is screa- oh good gods

they jus didn't want the goats

NEBULA <3 hi babe

oh where Gamora?

WAIT MANTIS W A GUN!?

omg they can understand them i cannae please please

no that's not it, ima have a stroke

congrats, babe. how many spouses?

Sif's alive? bro i did not know that

he visibly and audibly deflated

inspirational speech, Quill <3 thanks

pft pft pft i'm chockin Let Go Thor Let Go

that's His ship bro, bro, bro

IM CHOKING IM HAVING A STROKE THOR MOVE

you frickincrazy axe

(GOATS SCREAMING)

barren ice wasteland

Falligar is adorable, wHY ARE THEY DEAD THEYRE ADORABLE

bro she's missin an arm

you're not in battle PFT OH SHIT

oh nu, not assgard god butcher

oop ominious figure in white, how sexy

sleepin children

(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)

reminds me of the angel of death in the Moses sto- NVM BIG ASS SPYDERS

VAKLYRIE ASDFGHJKL ON HER PEGASAUS BABEEEEEE IN PJS

oh smoll boys

lmfao blood splatter on the camera

METALLIC HUMMING OVERHEAD BABE

AHEHEHEHE DEMONIC GIGGLING

TESSA THOMPSON, MARRY ME POR FAVORA PALIHUG NA

???? he jus treated myuh-myuh like a mf dog jfc

vrooms past i bet HA got it

oh hello ms. FondaBRO THATS SO DAMN COOL IT SPLIT LIKE BUMBLEBEE DID OMFG OMG OMGOMG OMGOMGOMGOGMSOGJSPOFGJOPSFGJPSGJSPGOJSFPOJGPSFOGJSGJ

pft Thor please

it's ms. Fonda to you, childe

omfg the rollerskates thing i cannae please

halloween party??? bro no stop doin myuh-myuh like that

oh yea cryin durin comedy's ik that

Nick Furry.

poor babes

i feel liked that's not how legend-myth works but idk enough abt it to contend

panic attack?

oh you poor idiot

oh bro spoogies

Thor's so shiny tho

~then you know this is going to hurt~

oof raggity man

VALKYRIE <3 <3

blinker light eyeballs fr

bros goin for the children tho idk how they've been sleepin thru it all

THEYRE TAKIN THE CHILDREN

what in the fresh fuckery was that cage on legs

Eight years, seven months, and six days.

please stop bickering

Daryl

THEATER

Jodie Fonda.

bro you srsly tryna call myuh-myuh from her

OMFG STORMBREAKER

is this real? feels like a fever dream

slowly creeps in

STOP BETRAYIN STORMBREAKER YOU ASS

should Thor intervene? bc it might undermine her, idk how this stuff works

what's squeaking

pft

oh good lords

Valkyrie is exhausted

CAPE GROWS BACK?

Heimdall had a son?

AXL

hoi, respect his name

magic eyes

Thor~!

i like Axl sm

pft "oh my god. go away"

those children are finna start cryin, shut up Thor

JODIE FONDA WHY'D THAT COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH STOP IT

omnipotence city

QUETZALCOATL theyre mentioned in my fanfic

Zeus is not wise

goats

she's still an alcholic

myuh-myuh

Thor you're a chil- omg Stormbreaker

oh shit Jane.

geez what'd you go and do that for

Valkyrie <3 3 <3 <3

they're so damn cute

THEY BOOPED SWORD AND MYUH-MYUH

pft don't feed on the children please thanks

those goats make me wanna shoot myself in the foot

the city so pretty- what'd you go and wreck the lawn for babes

Jodie, Jodie, Jodie stop, stop, stop please

he has a boyfriend, it's Bruce

so cool

Valkyrie's so amused

he has feelings for Jodie Fonda

VALKYRIE YOU'RE GREAT

Axl <3 <3 <3

Gorr <3 <3 <3

Gorr, that's not how you bond w children, mate

pft she slaughtered the emotion gods

DRAGON OMG DRAGON ITS A DRGON

BAO??? I WANT BAO

hmmmm zeus

oh good gods how theatrical jfc

omg he copied zeus in every way

Thor's a nerd through and through, fanboy

tf accent is that

HA orgy

?? oh yea he's not that great

HA AGGRESSION the aggression confuses him

en masse.

did he finger gun shackles

oh here it comes

like, it's funny. but also, i'm imaginin that happenin to a woman and :[]

he's prolly gon be reinvited to the orgy

bro the bearded harp guy fainted

T-T his tats

A SHY COURGETTE!?!?!?!? A ZUCCHINI!?!?!!?!?!?!?!

pft disguise off

you tell him, babe

so, chill, baby cake

the theatrics!? "no"

Valkyrie's muscles i cannae please please please

omg Jodie Fonda's muscles i cannae please please please

his accent, it's givin me a stroke

"rush his bum"

lmao i love Fonda's excitement "hell yeah!" knocks off someone's head

JANE'S HAMMER STILL IS SO AWESOME

aw yisssss ms. Valkyrie, relish the goldblood spray

!? KORG nononononononnonono cmon fOR WHATOH DHIT HE CAUGHT IT oh gods the line

i feel like that wouldn't kill him tho

Kog Korg KORG!? omg baby, you're alive PFT mouth

omg that's such a pretty whi- wow, yea no i liove the screamin goats and GNR better

T^T marry me? please, Valkyrie

yO THOSE THINGS STARING INTO THE WINDOW BEFORE THEY FLEW OUT LOOKS LIKE CELESTIALS

screaming goats on rainbows w rock and roll in the bg is my new aesthetics

he's so good w kids, so sweet

"Team Kids in a Cage"

why's he keep messin w his no- ha

Korg loved it, noted

i thought you needed the necrosword to kill gods

omg Stormbreaker's jealous- THOR YOUR'RE BEIN DISLOYAL

i'm more invested in Thor x Stormbreaker then Thor x Jane

… he fed it beer… hE SCRATCHED THE UNDERCHIN WHAT

his lil thing when she turns around is the fattest mood i have ever witnessed

Korg music? pft omg that's cute

thanks Korg, you stripped her bare

yep, this is real, that fumbling lmao

oh the fear in her eyes

"bye"

he's good at comfortin, once he calms down a bit

Thor baby

oh no, the color, it's broken

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT LANDING HA

oh nu the bone cage is empty

their pinkies T-T

is myuh-myuh so broken it cannae summon the Bifrost?

oh bro she yeeted

Gorr, you're spoogie, i love it

yea idk if the dentist can help w that bud

ha he's a lil fanboy too, omg. his giggle was adorable

baby, she's crying

i find his face fascinatin

oop he's chokin em

his hand was on his shoulder, so faint

… tentacle porn is completely plausible and acceptable it's accepted i accept it

it's funny how he keeps sproutin from the shadows like a whack-a-mole

omg myuh-,yuh

oh no the boat!

bro i completely forgot abt Korg

HEY HE IMAPLED HER NO

oh nu he's got the key

oh bro she looks shit

a fridge without a door.

yea babe he goin w/o you

T-T bc he loves her, always

he still has Loki's hair twined into his own braids

damn she lost her whole kidney

yO head at 01:29:07 is movin

that was a celestial head that fell oh them

attackin children w shadow monsters? mateur Gorr

he's plannin on makin em whack the monsters w sticks?

Space Vikings, hooray

omg he's givin em power "for a limited time only"

HEY IT'S THAAT TREE OMGGG

GLOWY EYE CHILDREN I WANT THEM

GENERAL AXL

DO YOUR WOEST BABIES

OMGGGGG THE GINGER

MY HEARTRATE RN ASDFGHJKL

BEAT THEIR ASSES

DSKGJLKJDGLKSJGLKSJGKLSJGSGJSGKJLSGJ

YOU'RE DOIN SO GOOD BABIES, SO PROUD

OMGGGG AXL VAULTIN THRU THE AIR

lil baby girl fairy, you've my heart, you too floating girl w rabbit, i wish my Fluffy did that

way to be creepy Mjolnir

oh shit, he got decked

Jane Foster <3

go children, go!

let go of his friend, shadow tentacles !!!

her name is Mighty Thor, ass

Dr. Jane Foster is bomb

oh good lord, not that

I LOVE WATCHIN PPL CATCH THOSE THINGS AXL YOU DID SO GOOD

snap it in half, babes

couldn't it jus reform like myuh-myuh?

oh damn, she caught the bits

well this has a certain finality

oop she obliterated your sword pal

i imagine a lot of Aro's might be confused at this scene, but also not

did he not realize he could bring her back?

then use your wish to save Jane? as an apology?

ooooooooooh you're gon have your nemisis take care of your child, interestin

omg galaxy-reflection-girl, you're so pretty

Jane is a god.

see, she's gettin the gold dust fade, like od*n, that means she's a god. i take no criticism

she's cute

oh hi, Korg

ARE YOU SERIOUS

DWAYNE

this is so dumb i love it

omggg sad god to dad god

yes they'e pan flaps

what's that accent

that's so accurate, w the shoes

omg myuh-myuh

Thor, referrin to myuh-myuh: where did you put HIM

the girl: eh, SHE looked boring before

Thor: eh, suppose IT did

d'aw her lil thumbs up in the mirror/head jig w helmet, so cute

HES SO SUPPORTIVE

she's wearin' Hulk's colors

??? why'd she get Stormbreaker? after all Thor's talk abt bein over his ex-weapon, smh

"The Space Viking and his girl, born from Eternity." i adore that line sm, wow

OMG IS HER NAME LOVE? HER NAME IS LOVE. THAT'S PERFECT

haha, Louis Despocito

Credits

ngl i expected the GotG to show up more for some reason

ugh not him. well, i was right. he's not dead

dude You Are a joke

Hercules??? well ig we know who our nxt villain will be, tho he seems a bit low lvl, so maybe he's a starter villian for Love

glow dust. it's Jodie Fonda ain't it. it is!

Heimdall!! HI BABE

she's in the land of the gods! knew it!

THOR WILL RETURN

Movie End

some thoughts are i like how it began w losin a daughter and ended w gainin one, it's sweet, poetic in a way ion understand ig

there was no Loki T-T i miss him, he would influence Love in the worst way possible and i want it

the beginning was kinda awkward but Thor was also especially awkward so it's fine, he was overcompensating, it's understandable

i can see ppl complainin abt how this movie serves "romantic love fixes all!" bc i legit jus saw s/o complainin abt it. and maybe it does? but so what. Thor's loves love and in the end, he ended up w a daughter

THE DAUGHTER. UGH. i love Love, she's great

SHE BETTER SHOW UP IN LATER MOVIES W LIKE TOM!PETER AND HARLEY AND CASSIE AND KAMALA OK? OK

THEYRE THE NXT GEN THEYRE THE NXT GEN THEYRE THE NXT GEN

i didn't like Jane in the first 2 movies- tbh i barely rmbr the first 2 movies -but i adore her now. i'm wonderin if the final scene was a hint at her comin back or Marvel jus tellin us where she ended up and that she is OK

Axl intrigued me. there was no mention of it, but i wonder if he's trans

first of all, the only experience i've had w the name Astrid is from HTTYD and searchin feminine names

secondly, when i changed my name, i also looked at bands lmfao

i really like how it was dealt w too, tho i wonder - if Axl is trans - if Thor knew of him prior. bc he didn't care when Valkyrie said he was Heimdall's son, only that Axl wanted to change his name

DARCY DIDNT SAY BYE TO JANE THATS SAD

all in all, i adore it and ion get why i saw so many bad reviews. there was personality in these movies, compared to the first 2 Thors

i hold it to equal height to Thor: Ragnarok and the only way it could've been better was if Loki was there- or Sylvi!

#Thor: Love and Thunder #TLAT #Axl Rose #Thor #movie review #Jane Foster #Jodie Fonda #Valkyrie #Thor: Love and Thunder spoilers

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theprinceofflies · 3 years

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Ship: Wilford/JJ

Day: One out of Twenty one

I’m pretty sure me and @basicallywhite-babe talked about this au. Again I have about a thousand posts so it would be very hard to find every ask i got this off of.

(edit four days later i found it https://theprinceofflies.tumblr.com/post/655080369188667392/0oh-how-about-corpse-bride-nightmare-before)

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JJ gasped as the skeleton rose from the fountain. The creatures around him cheered as the skeleton brushed himself off. A pink suit adorned his body and he grinned at the monsters. The skeleton and laughed and looked around. “Well thank you all for making this Halloween extra special. Dark will now read off the awards,” he said.

“You're the scariest Wilford!” a monster called.

Wilford laughed. “Thanks.”

The king of pumpkins and madness grinned at the monsters. He turned to the hanging tree where JJ was hiding. JJ gasped and quickly ducked behind the tree. Wilford frowned and turned away. “Let's read the awards!”

JJ peeked out from the tree to see the Mayor stepping up on a pedestal. The mayor was a short wan with a head that turned back and forth depending on his mood. “For most scares in a-”

JJ was suddenly whipped around to face an angry doctor. “Vhat are you doing out here?” Henrik hissed. “You know you’re not allowed to be out yet!”

Henrik sighed and pulled JJ away with him. He stopped when he stumbled forward. JJ pointed to his missing arm in Henrik’s hand and frowned. Leafs fell out of his arm socket and Henrik groaned. “This is why you can’t go out.”

JJ sniffed and followed Henrik out of the crowd. “Anti vas so vorried about you!”

JJ rolled his eyes. ‘I doubt he was flirting with the mayor at the ceremony.’

Henrik sighed. “Well come back home. And don’t drug me ever again!”

~`~`~

JJ giggled silently as Henrik snored. A bowl of cold soup sat next to him. JJ smiled giddily as he left the house. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed down the road. He spun in the streets and smiled at the creatures that he passed.

JJ reached the gates of the graveyard and opened it with a loud creak. The mute mused to himself that if he could hum he would. Curse Henrik for forgetting to give him vocal cords. He walked through the gravestones and stopped at the herb patch. Being stuck inside did allow him to cook. And he needed more nightshade. Anti had stolen most of his stash for who knows what. He started to collect the flowers. He smiled softly as he picked the flowers. JJ froze when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hello!”

JJ jumped and turned, falling to the ground and covering his face for protection. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

JJ looked up and gasped. ‘You're the pumpkin king.’

Wilford snorted. “Yes, I am. And you,” his grin widened, “you are new! I love new things! We haven't gotten a new monster in so long.” He sighed and grabbed JJ’s face, turning it so he could look at the stitches. He pulled the doll-like monster up off the ground and grinned.

JJ was well, he looked human enough in shape. He was made up of a light blue material that served as his skin. Stitches littered his body. His eyes were glassy, one was a lighter shade of blue than the other. He was told they were taken from an old doll. He wore a bowler hat that had been a gift from Henrik. Under it, he had black hair that was normally a mess. “You're beautiful.”

JJ blushed and shook his head. “You must be the project Henrik and Anti were working on. They wouldn’t let me see you.” Wilford whispered, tracing the stitches that made it look like JJ was always smiling.

JJ grabbed his arm and pushed him away. The skeleton tilted his head and took a step back. “Sorry.”

JJ hugged himself. ‘I’m a failure.’

“What,” Wilford asked, “no you’re not!”

‘I fall apart easily, I'm clumsy and I don’t have a voice box.’

Wilford tilted his skull. “Fall apart?”

JJ nodded. ‘I’m sorry for bothering you, I'll be on my way.’

“You were not bothering me at all.”

‘I’m sure the pumpkin king has better things to do than talk with a failed science experiment,’ JJ signed with a silent laugh.

“I am doing something very important. I’m talking with a beautiful man whom I found in the graveyard.”

JJ blushed as Wilford pulled him closer. “So what are you doing here?”

‘I needed herbs.’

Wilford hummed. “You cook?”

JJ nodded. ‘Yes, I get rather bored cooped up in the lab.’

Wilford nodded and sighed. “Boredom is awful. I’ll tell ya that. I’m bored of this whole holiday. It’s the same blasted thing every year.”

JJ nodded. ‘This is my first Halloween. It’s quite lovely.’

“I’m glad someone likes it.”

‘Well if you don't, why don’t you try something new?’ JJ asked.

Wilford gasped. “Your right!” He pulled JJ in for a hug. “Your totally right,” He whispered, turning away from JJ, still holding his arm. “This is-'' he paused when he felt something tap his wrist. He stared at the now severed arm in his hand that was waving at him. “Oops,” he whispered.

JJ giggled silently and took the arm from the skeleton. He pulled a needle and thread from his pocket and got to work stitching his arm back on. “You have leaves inside of you?”

JJ sighed. ‘It was apparently the only thing they had. I also have stuffing from a teddy bear.’

Wilford nodded and watched him. “I can do that too!” He said and popped his head off. “See!”

JJ finished sewing his arm on and clapped. “Dark always says I should put some use to this. He’s always a grumpy gus though.” Wilford muttered tossing his head back and forth. “Something about scaring more people. I, fuck,” he cried when he dropped his head.

JJ gasped and leapt forward, catching it before it hit the ground. “Oh hello,” Wilford whispered, staring into JJs eyes.

JJ smiled and stood up, placing him back onto his body. Wilford gripped JJ’s arms and sighed. “Thank you.”

JJ nodded and looked away. ‘I should go. Henrik will be waking up soon.’

“Of course,” Wilford whispered. “Feel free to come back any time.”

‘I wasn't aware you owned the graveyard.’

Wilford blushed. “I mean I am the king of the land.”

JJ raised an eyebrow. ‘The pumpkin patch?’

“Fine fine. But please visit.” Wilford said and grabbed JJ’s hands.

‘I’ll try.’ JJ signed as he pulled away from the skeleton.

“Goodbye, doll.”

‘Goodbye.’ JJ signed as he walked off.

Wilford sighed dreamily and let himself fall backwards. “Oh, he’s amazing.”

Something barked and he laughed. “Hey Chica,” he whispered as the ghost dog floated over him. She had a pink pumpkin as a nose and she nudged Wilfrods shoulder.

Chica barked again and tilted her head. “I just met the nicest creature. Do you know what he told me? He told me to change things up!”

Wilford sat up. “But how? Dang it.”

He stood up and walked towards the pumpkin patch. “A walk will help. Oh, I wish Jay would come with me. He’s full of amazing ideas.”

He clicked his tongue and Chica floated over to him. “We’ll play fetch on the way there!”

Chica barked and did a flip in the air. Wilford laughed. “Knew you would like that.”

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“You snuck out!” Anti hissed.

“Twice in fact,” Henrik added.

Anti glitched widely and approached JJ. His tail swung behind him and he leaned down to stare at JJ. “And where did you go?”

‘Just the graveyard. For herbs.’

Henrik frowned and tapped his arm. “You vere gone awfully long.”

JJ nodded. ‘I lost track of time,’ he signed as Anti circled him like a shark would its prey.

Henrik raised an eyebrow and Anti pounced on the doll-like creature. JJ gasped as he fell backwards. Anti pulled a note from his pocket and hissed. “Meet me on Friday at Mary Reedfields grave, three o’clock!”

JJ blinked and blushed. “You met someone?” Henrik cried.

“Who is it? Not the mayor right?” Anti hissed, his green eyes turning black.

JJ shook his head. ‘He’s not the mayor. I’m not going to steal your boyfriend.’

“You aren't meeting vith any verevolves right?” Henrik asked.

JJ sighed. ‘No werewolves Henrik. I’m not stealing your boyfriend either.’

Henrik blushed. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

Anti giggled. “Oh so sharing health tips and making out isn’t dating?”

“Anti!”

‘Well, Anti I wouldn't say anything. Considering you have the mayor wrapped around your finger.’

Anti hissed. “You’ll do good not to tease me! I am the dark web!”

‘Yes yes and you are on top of me, please get off,’ JJ signed and waved Anti off.

Anti laughed and hopped off of him. “I won’t hurt ya but Henrik on the other hand.”

“JJ you’re grounded. And you vill not be meeting zhis mystery person!”

JJ stood up quickly and gasped. ‘What! Please Hen!’

“Nien, to your room vith you.”

JJ sighed and stormed off. Of course, his creators had to ruin everything. Maybe if they paid more attention to him than their new experiment he wouldn't be such a brat. JJ opened the door to his room and slipped inside. He’d make it, somehow.

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Wilford paced back and forth, muttering to himself. “It’s got to be in here somewhere! What does it mean?”

Chica yipped and Wilford brushed her away. “Not now girl.”

Chica yipped again and floated over to the calendar. “What is it? I know I haven't left the tower in a while but,” he trailed off. “I missed my meeting with JJ.”

Chica yipped again and Wilford shook his head. “He’ll be fine. I have different things to worry about.”

Chica growled and floated back to her bed. Wilford grabbed a string of Christmas lights and spun them around his electric chair. “What is the meaning of Christmas? A simple question that I can’t figure out the answer t-” he stared at the window.

There was a basket hanging from a rope. Wilford opened the window and took the basket. He looked for a creature but saw no one. He took the basket with a soft smile. “Looks like I've got an admirer, Chica Bica.”

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JJ held his chest and smiled. Anti wasn’t ever going to let him out again after this stunt. He blushed softly and walked away from Wilford’s tower. He reached the wall and stepped out of the gate. He sighed as he sat down, leaning against the wall.

Gosh, he was a mess. He picked up a thorny flower and smiled as he picked the green petals off. He gasped as the petals went up in flames and the thorns grew. A star appeared on the top as it burned. The flames danced, reflected in JJ’s glass eyes before it turned to ash in his hand.

JJ stood up and stumbled away. He had to tell Henrik.

#dapperstache #i'll write more for this au but again i need to fill 21 days up in like a week #21 day writing for camp #also ask box is open for these day i'd love to come back to see my ask box flooded

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whirlybirdwhat · 4 years

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crown the king (with bloody flowers) - chapter 31

Hanahaki au drabble series, in which Luffy is in love with the sea.

Ao3

chapter 31 - hibiscuses - makino

Makino used to keep a vase of hibiscuses at the bar. Pretty and pink, they brought life to her little workplace, when the day was slow and it was only her behind the counter.

A gift, from a woman long ago, a woman who Makino had only seen once, tall and beautiful and sorrowful.

(“Keep them safe for me,” She had told Makino, pressing the flowers into her hand.)

They used to stay on the edge of her counter, never wilting, never drooping, vibrant and constant. Every day, when she first opened the bar, Makino used to brush her fingers over the petals.

They were always soft.

Hanahaki flowers, Makino knew they were, from their immortality and beauty. They were a rare sight here in the East, but then again, the mysterious woman wasn’t from the East.

(She strolled into the bar to watch the Pirate King die on the Den Den against the wall. Makino’s mother had covered her eyes as the swords plunged into Roger’s heart, but she will never forget the way the woman gasped, as if she herself had been stabbed.

No one who loved the Pirate King was from the East. The East was too quiet for that, too ordinary, despite the Pirate King being birthed from his deathbed’s very shores.)

A treasure, Makino had thought the flowers as.

Luffy liked them too, always reaching for them when he saw them, playing with them, their petals invincible to even his rough child’s hands. Makino braided them into his hair sometimes to match hers, when he went too long without a cut.

(When the woman had stepped into the bar, her freckled face was framed in flowers. They were threaded into her hair, like little declarations of love, pink and passionate, just as shining as her golden locks.

When the Pirate King died, she took them out. She gave all but one to Makino.

Keep them safe for me. She had said, and so Makino did.)

They had always put them back in the end, the bar feeling too empty without the presence of the flowers

(And make sure they are able to see the world, alright? The woman had asked, sincerely, eyes watering and dripping down onto the flowers. A bar is a good place for that.)

They used to always face the bar, hanahaki petals gleaming in a silver vase.

Not anymore.

Now, Makino buries the flowers in her closest as she listens to Luffy choke into his idol’s arms in the guest bedroom next door.

Hanahaki, she curses, tears rolling down her cheeks, Why did I ever think it was beautiful? Why? WHY!?

Luffy had eaten that fruit, that simple, simple fruit sitting right next to the flowers. He had eaten and choked and cried, flowers blooming in his lungs and Makino had never felt so much rage and terror in her life.

The flowers get buried where they can no longer see the sea or the sun or the world, and Makino is breaking a promise but Makino is not a pirate.

Her loved ones mean more to her than some stranger’s flowers.

(The woman had threaded a flower through her hair as well, and she was kind, and she had led Makino through tide pools and held her hand, and acted more as a mother to her than her own mother did in all of Makino’s eight years.

Rouge, she had called herself, and tapped Makino’s nose, but it’s a secret!

Makino had laughed at the woman with flowers in her hair, who wasn’t much of a stranger at all, and loved her just a little, then.)

She knew Luffy loved the ocean. She knew it.

He would always look out and play in the waters and smile when the sea breeze hit his cheeks.

When he was tinier than now, he would ask Can we go to the beach today? Every day, rain or shine, and always went no matter the danger.

The sea was his own.

And now, the ocean hated him.

Hanahaki - unrequited love.

Luffy would never stop loving.

Luffy would die.

Makino trembles there, staring into the dark closet, and sobs.

(Luffy is not her child. But he clutched her finger like she was a lifeline when he was just a babe, and she was the one to bandage his bruises and scrapes, she was the one to show him the ocean for the first time.

He was her child in every way that counted.)

Luffy was going to die.

She slams the closet door shut, and does not think about all the immortal flowers that will soon have to be swept out the door of the Party Bar.

She doesn’t.

(Later, Luffy says I’m going to become King of the Pirates! With blood smeared across his lips, and Makino wonders what the Pirate King looked like when he choked up the hibiscuses in her closet.

Because really - who else could love that fiercely, but the man who would be king?)

She brushes the tears out of her eyes, after a minute, and sweeps into Luffy’s temporary room with the force of an avenging angel.

Luffy is there on the bed, held in Shank’s arms, both of them bloodied, and Luffy’s face a grimace of pain. Shanks has an armed wrapped around Luffy, one hand buried into his hair and one rubbing soothing circles into Luffy’s back. He’s murmuring, quiet and soft, as Luffy says It hurts -

And Shanks looks at Makino, and her tears are reflected in his.

They sit together, holding a child who loved so fiercely he was hated, and do not think about the future they will not have together.

Luffy is going to die.

How could she have thought that those flowers were beautiful?

(The woman had left with a single flower in her hair and her face towards the rising sun. A hand rested gentle on her stomach as her freckles danced across her cheeks, feet soft and sure across the sand.

Farewell, she had said to Makino, and it was the last time Makino had ever saw her. Thank you.

She had been the most wonderful person Makino had ever met.)

How could she?

Luffy disappears to the mountain, and comes back with two brothers and only a few petals stuck to his clothes.

Makino almost cries there, again, because she knows Ace’s face.

She knows it.

Portgas D. Ace, he says, and Makino trembles. Luffy’s my little brother!

She hears Rouge, and It’s a secret, and remembers the way the woman placed her hands on her stomach.

Oh, Makino thinks, oh.

That night she digs the flowers out of her closet.

They are still perfect. Still pristine. But as Makino sets them out on the bar again, facing the world, they perk up a little more.

She’s not a pirate. She keeps promises but not all the time.

She feels sad that she broke this one.

There are twenty hibiscuses in the jar on the bar counter. Makino gives one to Ace before he sets sail, and tells him, keep this safe for me, so very soft, and make sure it’s able to see the world, alright? A pirate ship is a good place for that.

There are tears in his eyes as he threads the flower carefully into his hat. He looks happy, Makino thinks, he looks proud.

He looks like Rouge should have, trodding off into that rising sun, victorious and free.

That night, Makino threads her own flower into her hair, and awaits the first bounty of Portgas D. Ace.

Ace dies.

Ace dies and it hurts.

Ace dies, and Makino didn’t keep them safe, but he had a flower in his hair as he died, according to the pictures.

There are flowers on his grave.

Ace was loved.

They won’t last long.

She digs herself out of her tears, and as Luffy rings in a new era, she sends a bouquet of hibiscuses to Shanks, for her child’s, Rouge’s child’s grave.

One remains in her hair.

(Just like Rouge.

Keep this safe for me, and make sure it’s able to see the world, alright? A bar is a good place for that.)

She brushes it, every day, petals still soft even after almost 20 years, and does not cry.

When her child is born, his hands play with the hibiscus stems just like Luffy did.

It makes her smile.

(Her child will always be loved back.)

hibiscus: meaning, delicate beauty, beauty is vain, consumed by love, or fleeting glory. When worn behind the left ear, it symbolizes that the wearer is taken. The pink hibiscus symbolizes all types of love, familiar or romantic, but all hibiscuses are typically short lived. Ironically, this flower if ingested can cause negative effects on pregnant women.

#happy birth makino time for me to pass out #op #one piece #whirlywhat #whirlywrites #opau #hanahaki #crown the king #luffy #monkey d luffy #makino #shanks #portgas d. ace #portgas d. rouge #rouge #ace

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writtenonreceipts · 4 years

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Heya, absolutely love your writing!😍I was just wondering when you have the time and all, would you consider writing something about rowaelin where basically the same thing happens to Aelin as it did Lyria, but only modern au (Lyria never happened).

Thanks so much, it means a lot that you like my stuff! Thanks for the prompt. It kinda got away from me… I got in pretty deep with plot points and stuff, haha. Based on Characters from the Throne of Glass series.

Warning: don’t let the first half fool you, there’s gonna be tears and pain.

All My Love

It started at seven fifty-nine on a Friday night.

Rowan Whitethorn was hurrying through the City Park cursing at the crowds of people standing in his way. He should have remembered that the city tradition of open mike night at the gazebo by the waterfront would have made the park nearly impassible. But did people have to stand so close together?

He’d gotten of late from his at the police station and was a short walk away from his small apartment. Or what would have been short had the park not been infested with tourists and and locals alike.

The sun barely began its descent leaving the sky graced with gold and hues of pink. Heat from the record high day lingered, despite being so near the lake. Normally Rowan might enjoy the view, but there were too many people invading his space. At least he could be happy that he wasn’t assigned the shift to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.

He moved down the stone path that cut behind the gazebo and took a shortcut back to his apartment. As he dodged a running child, however, something caught his attention.

Actually, it was someone.

She stood in the center of the gazebo; her long and willowy limbs were leaning against a white piano while she laughed at something her companion said. Her long, golden hair swept down her back in soft waves. Even a distance he could tell she was beautiful. The woman patted her friend on the shoulder and moved to sit at the piano. And then she started to play.

The notes were slow, soft, gentle. A tune tumbling forth with careful measure. The song wasn’t one Rowan recognized, granted he knew next to nothing about music. Yet the longer Rowan listened the more entranced he became by the song. Slowly, he picked his way around the gazebo so he had a better angle on the woman as she played.

The sight was indescribable. In all honesty, it looked like the woman had become one with the music. She moved with each caress of the ivory keys as though she herself were dancing to the song. Her eyes shut softly and an easy smile moved across her sinful mouth.

It was glorious.

When the end of the song regretfully came, the park erupted into cheers and applause. A man came forward and began speaking into a microphone setup.

“The ever wonderful, Aelin Galathynius,” the man called out, his words were eaten by another round of applause.

Aelin. Aelin. Aelin.

She offered the crowd a dazzling smile as she politely declined to play another song. A small band replaced her, three guys and a rustic looking guitar.

Rowan watched as she descended the small steps to the gazebo. She greeted a few people with a wave or a pat on the shoulder. All too soon, in Rowan’s opinion at least, she was forgotten to the new beats of a guitar and low gravely notes of the singer on stage.

There was something about her that called to him. Rowan didn’t know what it was exactly, but his eyes easily tracked her as she moved up the path that led away from the gazebo and up a boardwalk that wrapped around the lake. Before he could think twice about what he was doing, Rowan followed her.

He caught up easily to her and his steps on the wooden planks caused her to turn around and meet his gaze. Her wide blue and gold eyes snagged him immediately and Rowan wouldn’t have minded drowning in them.

A slow smile slid on her lips as she eyed him. “Hello.”

She was confident. With that smile. With that word. With that stare. And Rowan found himself dumbfounded.

“You don’t usually play on open mike nights,” he said.

Aelin quirked an eyebrow. “You sound certain of that.”

“I would have remembered,” he replied.

She laughed and rolled her eyes as if his words didn’t mean anything. But Rowan noted the soft blush rising on her cheeks. She was flattered. Slightly uncomfortable, but that could have been from performing in front of a crown. Everything else about her welcomed his advances and Rowan took care to read each and every signal she sent him.

“Dorian forced me into it,” she said, “told me it would be good business for the shop.”

The way she casually referenced the mayor didn’t go unnoticed to Rowan, but he found himself more intrigued by the second part of her sentence.

“Shop?”

“Queen’s Place,” Aelin replied, “my bookshop. And where I teach piano lessons.”

Rowan found himself smiling at the image of her moving through a bookshop, of her sitting with children at a piano bench, at that smile brightening everyone’s day.

“I walk by it every day,” he said. He wasn’t lying, but to be honest he’d never given the shop a second glance. What a fool he’d been.

“Well, now you have a reason to actually come in.”

Waking up beside her was the one thing Rowan knew he would want to do for the rest of his life.

Curled on her side with her legs tangled in his sheets, Aelin slept soundly. Her hair was a mess and that was entirely his fault. As were the growing marks on her neck, her collar bone, lower, lower they descended.

Leaning up on an elbow, Rowan watched her sleep as the early gray light of morning filtered through his bedroom window. She didn’t stir. He watched the rise and fall of her chest, how her eyelids fluttered, and the slight pucker of her lips.

Those sinful lips.

Rowan reached a hand out and gently brushed her hair out of her face.

They hadn’t been together very long. Not when you considered how often Rowan worked and the fact that Aelin ran her own business. They were often like ships in the night. But each time they passed by Rowan was filled with inexplicable joy.

Aelin sighed softly and reached a hand out. Rowan captured her hand with his and brought her fingertips to his lips, kissing softly. A slow, lazy smile spread on Aelin’s mouth and she cracked an eye open.

“Are you watching me?” she asked.

“Naturally,” he said. He grinned as she scrunched her nose and grumbled. When she tried to regain her hand, he tightened his grip and pulled her closer to him.

Humming happily, Aelin tilted her head up to accept a kiss. A long, deep kiss to be sure.

“I love this,” she murmured against his lips.

“What?” he asked, his hands trailing down her bare sides.

“Waking up with you,” she said. She threaded her fingers in his hair as she pressed closer to him. “Mornings like this.”

It was the closest they’d ever come to admitting their feelings. Even though Rowan was certain he was in love with her. He had been from the moment he saw her in the gazebo playing the piano. He wanted to tell her of course. Wanted her to know. But he also knew what was keeping him from doing so.

His phone buzzed on the bedside table and Aelin cursed into his mouth. Rowan swallowed the word, absorbing the disappointment it held before pulling away to check the message.

“Work,” he said.

“I know.”

Rowan looked down at her with her eyes closed and hair a halo on the pillow. He wanted more than anything to make sure he’d always wake up beside her.

Maeve Valg was not the kind of person Rowan wanted to work for. It took him a long time before he figured out what it was about her that made him so uneasy. She was driven, dead strong, passionate--all good things. It took him entirely too long to see her cruelty, her pride, her bloodlust.

“All I’m saying Detective,” Maeve said as she leaned across his desk toward him, “is that your skills and specialties are remarkable. You’d make a difference to your country if you’d consider my offer.”

Rowan stared at the woman. She had to be in her mid to late thirties--and yet her long dark hair framed a youthful face, full red lips, and devilish eyes. This was the third time in as many months that Maeve had tried to recruit him for her independent security agency. Mostly because his former sergeant Gavriel--damn him--had recommended Rowan for the position.

“I’ll think about it,” Rowan lied.

In all honesty, right now was not a good time to even consider changing jobs. Not when there was a ring burning a hole in the side table of his dresser. Not when he’d spent the last four months convincing Aelin to move in with him. Not when he’d just left her side barely an hour ago and he was already craving her touch, her taste, everything about her.

It wasn’t until later that night when Rowan met Aelin at that fateful gazebo that he was finally able to push all thoughts of Maeve aside. When he was finally able to smile freely at the sight of her in a pale blue dress that clung to each and every one of her curves.

“Hey,” she said as he approached.

Whatever else she’d been about to say was cut off when he pulled her into a kiss. His mouth slanted almost urgently against hers and he couldn’t help the way his finger dug into her waist desperately.

“Hey,” he said when he finally pulled back.

Aelin grinned wickedly and he knew she was thinking about breaking into the nearest boathouse to continue that kiss. But all too suddenly her expression turned serious.

“What?” Rowan asked, heart stilling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.

Rowan froze, terrified that she knew about the ring. “I don’t--”

“Lorcan told me about Maeve,” Aelin continued. She rested a hand on his cheek. “Rowan...that job sounds amazing.”

Blinking, Rowan fought against the rising panic in his gut. He really wanted to find Lorcan and beat his ass, but he was also concerned by what Aelin thought about it.

“I’m not taking it,” he said flatly.

Aelin scowled. “Yes you are. It’s higher pay for one. Better control over your work. Most of it sounds like a security detail.”

“I’m not taking it,” he repeated.

“Babe,” Aelin insisted, “it sounds like a great opportunity. Why not?”

Rowan shook his head and pulled away from her. This wasn’t how he wanted to do this. Not really. But with the sharpness to her eyes, the determined tilt of her chin--he had to do it.

“Because of you,” he whispered.

“Don’t,” Aelin said, “don’t put this on me.”

Rowan reached out automatically and grabbed her hands tightly in his. “It’s always been because of you.”

And then he was down on one knee while fumbling in his pocket for the ring.

Aelin gasped and whispered his name.

Rowan looked up at her, the ring in his fingers and tears brimming in his eyes. “I first saw you here. And I knew then and there that I was going to love you for the rest of my life. If you let me. Aelin Galathynius, will you marry me?”

She let out a small strangled noise that was a cross between a sob and something else that Rowan couldn’t decipher but the frantic bob of her head was enough for him to understand what the answer was.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispered.

Rowan slid the ring on her finger and his lips on her mouth.

When Rowan took the job he still wasn’t sure about it. But most of his friends were on the crew along with two kids who had just come back from Pakistan. They were given weeks on end together to learn how they could become a team.

Aelin liked to joke that Rowan had gained five work wives now. Rowan tried to tell her she was wrong but his words held no meaning. Not when five out of seven days a week any of the boys in the crew ended up sleeping on the Whitethorn-Galathynius couch. Usually Fenrys.

Unfortunately those nights grew few and far between as the year went on.

“How does Aelin feel about you spending your honeymoon with us?” Connall asked through an earpiece as they stood stationed around Senator Erawan’s reelection fundraiser.

Rowan could hear the grin in his voice.

“Yeah,” Fenrys added, “didn’t even have time to--”

“Stop talking.” It was Gavriel who spoke this time. Rowan could see him across the hall walking behind the Senator and his wife. “Especially about my niece.”

The twins cackled.

Rowan shook his head and contained a smile. As much as he’d been unsure about this job--it had given him some of the best friends he knew.

A gunshot rang out through the hall.

Immediately Rowan had his gun unholstered and turned to the source of the shot. Out of his peripheral vision he saw Gavriel and Vaughn cover the senator and his wife. Lorcan cursed over the comms.

“Lost him!”

“Got it,” Rowan replied. Up on the second floor, a glass balcony overlooked the rest of the hall and a shape darted out of eyesight. Running to the nearest stairwell, Rowan instructed his team on what he saw.

“Wait for backup,” Gavriel ordered, but Rowan was already gone.

He arrived home three days later to a royally pissed off Aelin.

Rowan knew it was bad when he walked into the kitchen to find three perfectly frosted chocolate cakes sitting out of the counter. One had strawberries lining the top, another almonds, and the third a chocolate cookie crumble. He was utterly screwed.

“Fireheart?” he called out hesitantly.

He heard the bathroom door shut down the hall and Aelin stalked toward him. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and bright red splotches colored her cheeks. Tears rimmed her eyes.

“Baby,” Rowan said as he stepped toward her.

She shook her head and walked around him to the cakes. There was already a piece missing from the one with strawberries and she cut another piece off and flopped it on a plate.

“I am so mad at you,” she said as she stuffed a large bite in her mouth.

“I know,” Rowan replied.

“Fenrys told me what you did. Gavriel told you to wait and you went charging after the man.”

“I know.”

“You could have died.”

“I know.”

Aelin nearly broke the plate when she threw it down on the counter. Rowan stared into her brilliant eyes and waited for his next reprimand. “Stop saying that.”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” Rowan said quietly. He set his bag on the floor and crossed into the kitchen until he stood across from his wife. “We both knew what the job entailed. And I had to catch the man.

“I was terrified Ro,” Aelin whispered. She ran her fingers beneath her eyes and sniffed loudly. “We can’t lose you.”

“I know,” he said, moving so he stood just before her. He was going to say something else when Aelin’s words caught up to him. “We?”

Aelin let out a strangled laughing as fresh tears washed down her cheeks. She looked up into Rowan’s eyes, one hand going to her belly.

“We.”

Despite the chaos of his job and despite the chaos of his pregnant wife--Rowan Whitethorn knew that everything was going to work out in the end.

With Aelin being nearly eight months along, they’d decided together that it would be best to start over. For Rowan to leave his risky job behind and find something closer to home. They’d both spent weeks thinking about it, talking to each other, and they’d come to the same conclusion. They needed their family to stay together.

Of course, Maeve didn’t understand why Rowan would want to leave. Not that he could make her understand. Not that any of them could. Even the rest of the team had understood the decision. Rowan needed his family.

“Fine,” Maeve relented one day. She sat behind her desk looking absolutely bored one day. Running her hands over her desk she sighed. “I’ll let you go, Rowan. But I just need you for one more job.”

Rowan stiffened at the sheer pleasure in her eyes of what was to come. She tossed a folder at him. He opened it and frowned.

Archer Flynn.

A high end hooker for hire. Known especially for sleeping with Senator Erawan.

“I need him arrested,” Maeve said. She sounded as though she were requesting he buy lettuce from the store.

Rowan continued staring at the picture of the man. “I thought we were keeping an eye on Cairn.”

“Don’t worry about Cairn,” Maeve said. “Mr. Flynn is far more troublesome. Besides, Cairn is going to be taken care of.”

Rowan didn’t like the dismissive way that Maeve addressed him. Nor did he like the smile that rested on her lips.

“And just like that,” he said, “ you’ll let me end my contract?”

“Absolutely,” Maeve promised.

For some reason, Rowan believed her.

He left with Lorcan the following day, assuring Aelin everything would be alright. It was only an arrest after all.

When he and Lorcan found the apartment that was serving as Flynn’s hideout, Rowan should have known something was wrong.

The door was broken in, wood splintered across the floor. A pool of blood was rapidly growing beneath a form tied to a chair. Rowan and Lorcan rushed to room to the young Archer Flynn. His blonde hair was plastered over his brow with a mix of sweat and blood. The stab wounds in his legs and side were less than ideal. Looking at all the man’s injuries, Rowan knew there was nothing that could be done for him.

“I’ll call an ambulance,” Lorcan muttered while Rowan continued tending to Flynn’s wounds.

This wasn’t right. This couldn’t have been right.

When Flynn began to speak, Rowan almost thought it was the man’s dying breath.

“S’lied to me,” Flynn rasped, his words to muffled to understand, “to all of us.”

Rowan lifted the man's chin. “What are you talking about?”

“Cairn was always the problem child,” Flynn whispered. And then with a final breath--Flynn died.

Rowan let Flynn’s head fall. What the hell was going on?

His phone rang in his pocket but he ignored it.

“Lorcan, he’s dead,” Rowan called out. His phone continued ringing.

Lorcan reentered the room, phone pressed against his ear. The man’s dark eyes were wide and a frown deepened his already deep scowl.

“Lorcan?” Rowan asked.

Clearing his throat, Lorcan shook his head. “We gotta get back home.”

Rowan had never liked hospitals.

They were death traps in his opinion. Everyone he loved would always go in and never come back out. So for the first time in a very long time, he found himself praying. Praying that for once, he would be wrong. That for once, something good would come of the hospital. That for once, he wouldn’t be left alone.

“She was stabbed multiple times in the chest,” a doctor said, “they’re working on her now. But you need to prepare yourself.”

They baby. What about the baby?

The words never left his lips. He couldn’t bring them too. Or maybe he did say them and the doctor ignored him. Either way, Rowan’s mind was churning too much. Something had gone wrong.

“It was Cairn,” Gavriel said from beside him.

Rowan had no idea when the man showed up but he didn’t really care. He stared at a wall advertising things for sale and brochures for various recovery programs.

“He got to her somehow.”

Maeve was supposed to take care of the man. She’d said so. Rowan didn’t say the words aloud. They wouldn’t do much good. Because as much as a bitch Maeve was, there was no way she could have predicted this. No way she could have known that Aelin would be dying.

And where had Rowan been? Off doing a damn job that didn’t even need him.

It wasn’t until three o’clock in the morning that Rowan learned that his wife was dead. The baby too.

It wasn’t until three o’clock in the morning that Rowan allowed himself to cry. Silent tears.

It wasn’t until three o’clock in the morning that Rowan heard the snip-snip of heels across linoleum. Echoing through the halls.

“Oh, Rowan,” she crooned. “I am so, so sorry. You have to know I never imagined this to happen.”

“Do you know where he is?” Rowan asked.

Maeve’s brows shot in the air. “What?”

“Cairn,” Rowan repeated, “do you know where he is?”

A smile spread over Maeve’s cherry red lips. “I promise, I will help you find him. No matter what it takes.”

It wasn’t until three o’clock in the morning that Rowan said good-bye to his wife and made one final vow to her.

He would never forget.

as always, thanks for reading my dears!

tags: @tottenhamboys20 @morganofthewildfire @aelinchocolatelover @more-espresso-less-depresso-xx

#aelin and rowan #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin au #rowaelin fanfic #aelin galathynius #angst #pain #fanfiction #throne of glass #throne of glass fanfiction #empire of storms #queen of shadows #anon answered

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gaylonelydyke · 3 years

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if it’s not too late, 12 for episodes and ships, and 17!

its never too late! thankyou for the ask 🥰 oo damn this is gonna be a hefty one, just to prepare you this is gonna be long 😅😅😅

spoiler alert for my friends who are finishing up season 2 rn, be careful if you look at my top five episodes, pay attention the the episode numbers, i will put [ ] in bold at the beginning and end of spoilers!

12. Top 5 ships

5. faith x myself because have you seen faith? shes such a babe! spare consensual kiss maam?

4. willow x oz, i dont know if this is an unpopular or not but i feel like if the 90s had been more accepting of term then willow wouldve been bisexual, but like even now tv shows will rarely let characters say that word :( but anyway i love them! theyre both quirky and kinda awkward but its such a sweet relationship and you really see how they go from awkward crushes to an actual deep relationship, oz is one of my favourite characters too what a dude!

3. giles x jenny, mlmxwlw solidarity in this bisexual couple! there is no an ounce of straight between them and i love it, i love their dynamic, i love that giles *respects women* (im staring daggers at xander rn), also the original girlboss x malewife couple askdjaksjhd

2. drusilla x spike, these two!!!!!! once again a bisexual couple with zero straight between them, the vibes are off the charts. sexy vampires, goth x punk love, i just love them man, and their relationship is so interesting to delve into. like theyre vampires, theyre soulless and yet they have a capacity for love, they care deeply for eachother, theyre so tender towards eachother in season 2 in the way they take turns to care for one another, also drusilla picking spike up with one hand made me gay and thats on that

1. willow x tara!!!!! lesbians man lesbians! they have a beautiful relationship, until a certain point wink wink, they feel like a perfect match, willows become more outgoing due to buffy and xander snd having a proper group of friends, so its cool to see her as the more outgoing independant one in the relationship, and tara is such a honey 🥺 the biggest sweetheart in the world what a babe!!!! also like how groundbreaking was their relationship? as a queer couple, they had p much the dame amount of screentime as a aueer relationship today! and willow says the word lesbian so many times and is always making gay jokes which is something shows today are too scared to do, its honestly refreshing which is weird for a show in the 90/00s

12. Top 5 episodes

this is so hard because its such a damn good show so i had to rlly be picky about this but here we go

5. 6x22 ‘grave’- i watched buffy for the first time last year at work coz i worked with one other person just packing shit, and THIS was the episode that made us cry infront of eachother. the scene with willow and xander at the end is one of my all time favourite scenes and like legit we were watching and we starting going like ha.. this is so sad Q_Q and we looked at eachother and we were both crying akdjdjsjdhs its SO GOOD, like this is a friendship ive been so invested in and [seeing xander be able to pull her back from that dark place was so heart wrenching and amazing god its so good]

4. 3x12 ‘helpless’ - im finishing up s2 in my rewatch rn so i havent rewatched this one to double check but i remember loving it man. buffys father daughter relationship with giles is my favourite of the whole show they make my heart ache, so i love that this is an episode that really shows you how dedicated giles is to her, [its the breaking point where he finally disregards the fact that hes a watcher and acts as her father once and for all, its a turning point for their relationship where he is finally embracing the fact that shes like a daughter to him and i just love to see it Q_Q get you a dad who will leave his lifes calling for you]

3. 4x22 ‘restless’ - season 4 is interesting coz it has really good episodes and them some gd awful ones 😂😂 but this one just blew me away, i love a good character study episode and this is THE SHIT! its so weird and creepy but in the most perfect way, its not on the nose its so subtle, it feels like an uncanny valley version of buffy almost, i like that they finished the season first and then took this episode to do something out of the box and different i feel like it lets them fully explore this idea without the pressure of needing plot included. [also the cheese man is iconic. dont however like xander being all nasty with willow and tara but whats new there man]

2. 1x12 ‘The Prophecy Girl’ - for my first watch of buffy i wasnt that into the first season, like i enjoyed it but i didnt think it was anything super special? but this episode changed EVERYTHING for me. up until now buffy had been fun, witty, charming, but not anything new atleast for me, maybe in the 90s it was but right now its your average teen supernatural show. but this episode!!!! the emotion! buffy facing her death, her speech about how shes just 16 and shes scared and she doesnt want to die, that is what i wanna see!! its heartbreaking and it made me cry, and then it gives us the wonderful moment of giles trying to take her place and buffy realising that she has to be the one to do it, man its so good! basically anything with buffy and giles being a duo is gonna make it an automatic yes from me and this is indeed the case for this episode, i just love that the show remembers that shes a child! shes not brave all the time, shes not strong all the time, shes just doing her best and sometimes its overwhelming, 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 i bow to this episode

1. 2x17 ‘passion’ - i know i just sang praises about prophecy girl but THIS EPISODE IS THE SHIT, the best episode full stop. i wont accept any argument. angel is probably my favourite big bad, its so funny to see plain bread, mopey brooding angel become this charismatic, funny, poetic, blood thirsty angelus, hes everything i want in a villain and in this episode he delivers! rip jenny tho love her. i think the tension built around angel is so good, because of his drawings and notes left around, every scene youre worrying like is he here now? are they safe or what? its so tense! and also it is me and im a slag for buffy x giles father daughter moments and this episode fucking delivers! giles discovering jennys dead body is probably one of the best scenes on the show, the dramatic irony is heAVY, we know jenny is dead, we know that these flowers arent from her, but giles is so so happy, and i want to see him happy but you just know somehing horrific is about to happen and damn does it. its a masterpiece! i love jenny and giles so much it is so sad, but also the fact that it gave us that scene makes me almmmoost ok with it? i also love the moment where giles breaks down in buffys arms, hes been there for her and now shes returning the favour and hes accepting it i just 😭😭😭 also on a different note, angels narration of this episode is amazing! it gives us great insight to who he is as “evil angel” and like even though hes awful i was also kind of rooting for him coz hes just such a great villain

sorry this is so long lmao, last question!

17. Which characer do you wish had less of a focus on them in the show?

i dont wanna get yelled at butttttt i dont like the amount of focus on dawn. i think it makes sense for the her first season considering the story arc but that season really does double down its focus onto dawn and buffy and it barely leaves room for anyone else to have a storyline, it keeps the episodes super depressing too its like a constant level of just sadness the whole time because we’re so stuck in THEIR arc, theres no room to balance it out and have a breather, some people might like that its more serious but i really really didnt like, i love episodes like prophecy girl where it is campy and brings the more emotional notes in when the time comes, but dawns whole arc is just constantly depressing the whole time i just hate it, and also just shes not a character i felt i could connect to because of how suddenly shes introduced, so its weird to have her SO focused on in the first half of that season coz we dont know her yet so i feel like the emotional moments dont land the way that they should? basically they shouldve eased us into dawn or introduced her differently and maybe i would like her enough to want the focus on her but i really just dont

adksjakjshd apologies for the essay this is, thanks for the ask!

#btvs #buffy the vampire slayer #why did i write a paragraph for everything im so sorry #i wish i knew how to add a read more link but i dont on mobile #my post #dawn fans please dont murder me #i dont hate her i just dont like her yanno #i am scared people are gonna hate me for not liking her but we all have our tastes

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kyloren · 5 years

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i was never really into the jonsa ship, but that post of yours has got me really interested... do you have any fave fics of them??

welp, we’re going old-school, lads. prepare for some of my favourite fandom throwbacks well, I failed at that, I put some of the newer things on the list, too

CANON-VERSE:

Now You See Me: Kissed by fire, Ygritte thought to herself, just like me.

Goodbye Means Going Away (And Going Away Means Forgetting): Memory is unreliable. No one understands this better than Rickon Stark.

Take My Crown Away (Don’t Smile So Sweetly, My Love): A world where everything is easier. Except for those who love, and love too much.

Build a Ladder to the Stars: Jon abandons the Night’s Watch to join Robb’s cause. After rescuing Sansa from King’s Landing, he and Sansa find themselves in a relationship they never saw coming.

A Winter’s Tale: The War of Three Dragons comes to the Vale, bringing Jon Snow and Sansa Stark together once more.

The Winter of Our Discontent: In the end it is Jon and his men of the Night’s Watch who come to take her back to Winterfell.

tell me true (who are you): Ned Stark brought a dark-haired, grey-eyed bastard babe home and called him son. Years later, Jon Targaryen does the same.

Lift Me Like an Olive Branch and Be My Homeward Dove: She never dreams of Jon Snow but in the end he is the one that comes for her under a Targaryen banner, the might of Winterfell and the North behind him with their father’s sword on his back.

The Whispering Ghosts (Left You Out In The Cold): Winter came and brought Jon home. [this is the first Jonsa fic I ever read, boy, did it fuck me up]

A Bronze Crown: In the end there are no knights. In the end Sansa must rescue herself. Based on the prompt: he doesn’t ride to her rescue; she comes north with her granduncle and the armies of the Vale to wage war on the Boltons, save his life and teach his assassins and the Boltons a sharp lesson.

how ruthless are the gentle*: “Yes, I do.” The easiest lie he’s ever told, by far. It came so naturally, he hardly thought of it as false. “She’s easy to love.”

Tell the Ones That Need to Know (We Are Headed North)*: After years of confinement in the Red Keep with Ned prisoner in the black cells, the Dragon Queen comes. With the knowledge that Jon Snow is actually a Targaryen, she agrees to let the Starks return to Winterfell only if Jon marries one of the Stark daughters. Sansa volunteers so they can all go home. Soon she figures out being married to Jon isn’t bad, but it is complicated.

Cripples, Bastards and Broken Things*: We know no King, but the King in the North whose name is Stark.

Dragons of Red, Dragons of White*: An AU where the Battle of the Trident took place, but just between Rhaegar Targaryen and Robert Baratheon. Their duel and its outcome have ramifications that none could foresee. In the world built afterwards, dragons once again rule and roam Westeros, among them the son of a northern beauty and the king. Prince Jon and his kin, Stark and Targaryen alike, face new challenges from both without and within. Whatever the future holds, the Seven Kingdoms will learn that, whether in a coat of red or a coat of white, a dragon still has claws.

A Knight’s Watch: Jon Snow is forbidden to take the black by his father. Instead he sent to squire for a famous knight, beginning a long arduous journey that causes him to cross paths with characters he never would have. Along the way he learns truths long hidden and discovers love in the most unlikely of places.

The Conquest*: Three hundred years after Aegon the Conqueror built a new empire on the ashes of the Valyrian Freehold the known world is a place of war. The Targaryen Empire is pressed by enemies, the Seven Kingdoms war amongst themselves and forces contrive to pull them all apart.

Live Without Shame: When Catelyn’s treatment of Winterfell’s Bastard unexpectedly softens, Sansa reconsiders her relationship with Jon. But despite the revelations that ensue, Jon must and will always remain Winterfell’s Bastard and suffer its consequences.

The Tempered Kingdoms*: After years of wars, death, destruction, politics, and White Walkers, a tentative calm has returned to Westeros partially due to the rulership of King Jon and Queen Daenerys. But politics rues its head again as Stannis Baratheon demands his right to rule, while the former Queen Cersei languishes in a cell, plotting her revenge against all who live above her. Sansa Stark is forced to return to King’s Landing after being found by the rumored lovers Jaime Lannister and Brienne of Tarth.

winterbloom: “You’ve traveled a long way for a rumor.” Sansa lives at the Wall under the protection of her brother Jon Snow, but when Sandor Clegane comes looking for her, she and Jon begin to realize that she is not as safe as they once hoped.

As History Changes: Jon agrees to accompany Stannis south to the Vale and he meets a person he did not expect to meet.

hold onto your heart (you’ll keep it safe): When Sansa turns eleven her wrist burns. She excitedly unwraps the cloth guarding her skin, waiting eagerly for the name to finish forming. The dark letters stop after only three and when Sansa leans in closer she realises that she knows that name and she knows that handwriting already.

carve your heart into mine: Sansa spent many evenings sewing her wedding dress by the fire, dreaming of her husband. The gown spilled out of her hands like a silver river, burning brighter from the light of the flames. She had embroidered it with a noble husband in mind, but she wed her lowborn love in the godswood, with snowflakes falling on her veil.

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE:

Into the Darkness of the Grave: The tragic death of Eddard Stark’s cousin Lyanna brings her estranged son back to Winterfell House, the family’s old plantation home, for her funeral.

The Other Shoe: If anyone had told Sansa Stark that she would be married to Jon Snow, expecting a child with him at the age of nineteen she would have laughed at them. Not because Jon was a bad person, for he had slowly come out of his shell in the past seven years; not because she was young, her parents were married right out of Hogwarts; simply because Sansa Stark seemed to be the anthesis of a happy ending.

several sunlit days: Everyone knows you don’t date Robb Stark’s sisters unless you want to spend your days avoiding hexes and angry bludgers shot at your head. Too bad Jon’s traitorous feelings could care less.

the unexpected champion: Jon must swim to The Black Lake and retrieve something *cough* Sansa *cough* stolen from him. This task makes him realize who he should invite to the Yule Ball.

Where Did You Sleep Last Night: Sansa needs a new guitarist, Jon needs a new band, and the two of them definitely don’t need each other.

and labor till the work is done: Stark Industries is a family legacy she was hoping to avoid: Robb is a project manager, grooming to eventually be a partner, Arya is a summer intern with Bran sure to follow next year and Rickon in another three, and even Jon Snow, who is technically not family but who has been around for as long as Sansa can remember, works as an estimator. But Sansa is not who she was at sixteen or eighteen or even twenty and she’s still in the process of learning what’s truly important, like who she is, who she wants to be, and what kind of people she wants in her life.

One Of The Few Things: Jaime and Sansa spend a lot of time pining over Brienne and Jon together. Sometimes, they actually even do their jobs.

flower shaped heart*: Alayne Stone has lived her whole life in her hidden tower, forbidden by Mother to leave. But she yearns for an adventure like the ones in the songs, so when a man named Jon Snow crashes into her tower and into her life, she seizes the chance. They travel to King’s Landing where the floating lanterns shine each year on her nameday. The new world is exciting and frightening, but Jon Snow is there to guide her every step. He is not nearly as terrible as Mother said men are, though the rest of the world might be. Danger, betrayals, and lies form the steps of their journey as Alayne uncovers terrible secrets.

Crawl up to my Room: Jon left her side after a few moments of silence and she watched him leave with a quiet thought playing in her mind. He was her stepbrother for only a few hours, and she already found herself utterly fascinated and irritated with Jon Stark.

in the summer, as the lilacs bloom: “You did tech in high school,” Sansa points out. (Yeah, I did tech because you were playing the lead and I was in love with you.) Jon doesn’t tell her that, though. Of course not. Instead he agrees to spend his summer stage managing this passion project of hers, and some trace of his seventeen-year-old self has dried out his throat at the thought of three months’ constant contact with Sansa.

Down from the Mountain: Sansa flies home from college after her older brother Robb, one of the country’s hottest young pitchers, is hurt in a car accident. Robb’s best friend Jon is there to help the Stark family in any way he can.

Little Bed in the Big Woods: “I stared at him for a solid five minutes because he looked like what I imagine god would look like if god was a lumberjack.”

A Game of Stars*: When the Mad Emperor hears that the Starks are Force-sensitive, he discovers the hidden rebel base on Hoth. He sends Jon there with one order: Burn them all. But bring the Stark children to Coruscant. It’s time for the two most powerful Force bloodlines in the galaxy to merge.

I’ll Pack My Goods for the Arkansas Woods*: When Sansa’s brother goes missing, it falls to her to defend the house and the woods against the greed of the Boltons and Freys. All of this would be much easier if she could fight fire with fire, and there’s a saying in the valley: that all the Starks are a little wild, and all the Targaryens are a little mad. Her cousin Jon just happens to be both.

In the Face of Death: On a long list of things Jon never expected, Sansa came top.

United States of Irreversible Oblivion: With the government losing its fight at the northern border, Sansa’s only hope is that one of its soldiers, Office Jon Snow, will return for her and save her from the horrors of a collapsing society.

remember me love when i’m reborn: ‘Longest Night’ has biggest night in hollywood history. “Joffrey wanted someone to make him famous, and as soon as Sansa wrote a movie for him that did just that, he left her in the dirt.”

Hear the Wolf*: The Starks are in Hogwarts. Sansa has to learn to stand up to her ex-boyfriend and Jon has to learn to face his past. They’re determined to do it alone. Will they ever admit they’re stronger together?

Somewhere in the Winter Woods*: Lost on her way to her grandmother’s cabin in the winter woods after running away from home, beautiful young Sansa thinks she’s run into trouble when she crosses a white wolf in the forest. Instead of harming her, the animal guides her to his master, a handsome warrior named Jon who lives in solitude and clothes himself in black.

* marks the ongoing stories.

#jonsa #jonsa fanfiction #jon x sansa #sansa stark #jon snow #game of thrones #*#anonymous #ask box #in this tag resides fanfiction

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sansacherie · 4 years

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280 A.C.

For as long as she could remember, Elia had never enjoyed the most robust health.

Sometimes others acted as if her issues did not exist, taking pains to avoid conversations where it might come up. They had good intentions, but their approach was hardly any better than the likes of her devoted Septa Cassella and tireless Maester Ulrick, both of whom Elia suspects fears tempting the gods sending the princess into an early grave. Only Oberyn was different. Oberyn did not feign blindness to her condition. But he believed in Elia in a way perhaps few younger brothers did their elder sisters, and thus made her feel as if all the tomorrows were promised them. Their mother is not that much different in that respect, either. They told me that the Mother would call you home the same as she did your sweet brothers, Princess Loreza had told her once; referring to Elia’s premature birth. When they looked at you, they no doubt saw another babe to bury, but when I looked at you, I saw a fighter. I knew you would live, and you did.

But perhaps her mother and brother’s staunch beliefs in her was wrong. Perhaps it will be the thing that dooms her in the end. That her entire life was pre-destined to reach this point. She will die here in this castle far from home, trying desperately to bring forth Rhaegar’s heir in blood and agony and terror, because she always been delicate not just in her looks, and thus she is not strong enough to survive this – it feels as though the pain will rip her apart. She will die here, and now Elia cannot bring herself to care, she just wants this ordeal to be over-

“I can see the head…. Keep pushing, Princess!” One of the maesters, carefully hand-selected for such an important birth, encourages her. Elia wants to snap at him, because can he not see how hard she is trying already? That at any moment, she feels as if she will break? But instead, she bites her tongue so hard she tastes blood and grips the bedsheets as tightly as if she was a captain gripping a piece of driftwood in an unforgiving sea after losing his ship and then she hears screams not her own-

Her babe is lifted into the air, screaming and tiny fists kicking. The cord is cut, the thing still tying them together, and now her child is a completely physical and separate being from Elia, they have come into this world now, they are real now- realer than they’ve ever been before. More real than the confirmation of her pregnancy and more real than the kicks she felt or the discomfort she endured in the changes to her body. They are finally here, and Elia is truly a mother now.

“Congratulations, Princess Elia. You have a daughter.”

A girl. For one tiny moment, Elia tastes disappointment. This is not Dorne. Even if the gods see fit to give her and Rhaegar only a daughter, a girl will never be allowed to rule even if she has more wisdom and integrity in her little finger than a dozen male claimants have in their entire bodies. The Great Council of 101 A.C promised that. Elia and Rhaegar and will have to try again, or the crown will go to Rhaegar’s little brother Viserys, and Elia will feel like a failure.

It is only for a moment however. One of her ladies tenderly places the babe in her arms, and then almost as if she sensed who Elia was, the little princess stopped crying immediately, and opened her eyes. Their eyes met, and it was not a stranger’s gaze Elia saw in those brown pearls, but a look of recognition. You know me, Elia realizes with a jolt. You know that I’m your mother. And then she hates herself for that moment of regret, because how could she ever think herself a failure when she has such a beautiful, wonderful daughter?

“Hello,” Elia whispers, and then the darkness took her.

II.

Elia does not know whenever minutes or hours have passed when she comes around again. At first, it feels as though she has been dreaming, and then the realization is as abrupt as being splashed by the cold water in the Water Gardens, and Elia realizes that her babe is gone.

“Where is my daughter?” Elia asks, panic clawing at her stomach.

She is assured that her daughter is safe and with a wet-nurse, and that the prince her husband had seen her and said nothing but beamed. The thought of a man who has never been free with his smiles beaming and at the sight of a daughter instead of a son is strange to Elia, but she only allows herself to feel relief. Rhaegar, unlike most men, is not dismayed that his wife has given him a daughter. And if- if he did, well Elia will love her so fiercely, completely, and devotedly that it will be as if her daughter is bathed in sunlight, and thus safe from becoming a shadow thanks to the glory of a son.

She is told other things as well, in that room. The birth was hard for her- all births were hard. It was called the women’s battle for a reason. Once, she had asked her Septa why the Mother would make childbirth so painful. It seemed a cruel thing to do, especially when one was expected to bring children into the world. Septa Casella had told Elia that the Mother was not trying to punish women – that the pain was simply a symbol of the lengths that a mother will go to for their son or daughter. It is never easy being a mother, this woman who would never have a child of her own had told her, brushing back a lock of Elia’s dark hair. Why would giving birth be any easier?

But a Septa’s words aside, Elia is told that she is to be kept to this bed and confined to this room. The birth greatly weakened her, and they must build up her strength again. Elia is promised that she will have nothing but the greatest care from them, Prince Rhaegar had commanded it- but all Elia wants is to have her daughter in her arms.

III.

Two moons have passed since Rhaenys’ birth. It seems as if the hours go by in a manner that is both frustratedly slow and rapidly quick. The more time that passes, the more disheartened Elia grows.

It was excepted for women of Elia’s station to have help with their children. That was the way of things, and Elia had looked forward to the help. But this- this was different. Elia had to rely on her daughter being taken to her. All her life Elia’s health had meant she had needed to rely on others for help and she had never felt ashamed for it, but now it did. Maybe it would not have been as bad if she had milk to give her- but her supply was so low it meant that when Rhaenys cried for a feeding, it was the wet-nurse Alys that Rhaenys needed, and not her own mother.

It was perhaps the fear of her daughter growing too attached to other women and the thought of them struggling to bond because of it had seen Elia command that her daughter’s cradle be brought into her bedchamber.

“Are you certain, Princess? But what if she disturbs you- you must rest….’

“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” Elia replied. “I have been doing nothing but resting in this bed for two moons. Allowing my daughter to sleep in the same room as me at night will not change that, and her nurse can have the empty room next to me or even sleep in here herself if that eases your minds, but Rhaenys and I will sleep in the same room from now on. I do not ask you, but command you as your future queen and the mother of your prince’s child.”

So Rhaenys was moved into her room, along with Alys. Elia fights back the wave of jealousy she feels whenever she sees Alys and wonders briefly if this is a good idea. But she puts those feelings aside- it is not Alys’ fault, and if this is what Elia must do to be close to Rhaenys, she will do it gladly.

It is only a few days later when it happens. Elia is holding Rhaenys, who Elia know she will have to soon surrender to Alys for her bedtime feed, but not just yet she thinks, while she sings a Dornish lullaby. And then- Rhaenys looks at her, and smiles.

“Oh, how darling!” Alys croons.

This smile is different. Maester Ulrick had told her that newborns have the ability to smile from birth, but this was a different sort of smile. Elia knew this because Rhaenys’ eyes were smiling too. And she wants to weep, because despite everything – despite her fears, it was she who claimed her daughter’s first smile, just as Rhaenys had claimed her heart from the very beginning.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #elia martell #princess elia martell #also i am not an expert in childbirth or babies so i apologize for any mistakes made #fanfiction #i dont know what this is tbh #does it have plot #probably not #just wanted to write about elia and rhaenys #rhaenys targaryen (daughter of elia)

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yodawgiherd · 3 years

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You Were Never Truly Gone ch.6

>>>Read on AO3<<<

More plotting, because I want to finish this before I run out of steam ;< Enjoy! (hopefully)

When Mikasa walked the streets of the city, the tension was thick in the air. It was the same when she was here with Annie, helping her out with wedding preparations. Dark looks, posters, groups of Yeagerists hanging out on corners. Despite herself, Mikasa’s lips pulled into a tight line.

This is not what Eren died for, to have a militaristic group twist his ideals.

It got better when she neared the Hizuru embassy, one of the last bastions still protected by the soldiers from the foreign country. They saluted when Mikasa came close, the captain addressing her right away.

“Lady Ackerman, we were expecting you.”

“Is Kiyomi here?”

A curt nod.

“She is waiting for you.”, he took a step backward, “If you would follow me, please.”

Allowing herself to be lead through the winding corridors, Mikasa was soon ushered into a room with the clan’s crest at the door. Kiyomi was in her office, sitting behind a large table, standing up when they entered. Dismissing the soldier, who gave them a last salute before disappearing, the pair was left alone.

Taking a seat, Kiyomi gestured for Mikasa to make herself comfortable.

“I hope that your journey wasn’t too perilous.”, the older woman said.

“The city is on the brink,”, she replied without any wrappings, “and it’s because of you.”

“Maybe so, but if I understood your letter correctly that will change...”, Kiyomi tilted her head to the side as she studied her, “Am I wrong?”

“No, that’s am I here.”

With that, Mikasa took a deep breath and began laying her cards on the table.

“I have exactly three conditions before I agree to go with you.”

So close. Kiyomi was so close that she could taste the victory on her lips. Four years it took her, but now the Shogun’s blood was agreeing to finally take her rightful place, and the woman would do anything to get her.

Anything.

Hiding her excitement behind a dignified professional mask, Kiyomi gave Mikasa a nod.

“I’m sure that if those are within reason, we can come to an agreement, lady Mikasa.”

“First – you will renew your support of queen Reiss.”, the raven began.

This much Kiyomi anticipated and was willing to agree on.

“Very well.”

“Second – when we arrive at Hizuru, I want to be immediately shown to the people. Parade through the city would be ideal, maybe followed up by a meeting with the ruling council?”

Now Kiyomi had to bite her inner cheek not to frown. Her plan was to smuggle Mikasa in, and then present her at the next council meeting as an Ace. This move that she demanded wasn’t what the old woman wanted but then again…

The most important thing is that Mikasa Ackerman was coming home, and it was her – Kiyomi Azumabito - who brought her.

“Fine, I agree. And the last thing?”

Mikasa tapped her finger against the table.

“Third – I want someone to come with me. A dear friend of mine, who also lost everything in the war and is looking for a fresh start.”

Now Kiyomi got suspicious. A friend that Mikasa had to have with her? As far as she knew, her dearest friend was the blond man, Armin Arlert, and that one would definitely not come to Hizuru. He was traveling all over the world for his diplomatic assignment, chaining himself to one place made no sense. What if….

Mikasa was alone for a long time, she lost someone very dear to her, maybe she found a rebound in someone? A man or woman she could confine in, one she could share things with. Maybe even her bed?

“Tell me, is this friend a lover of yours?”, Kiyomi straight up asked.

Damn, that was fast.

“Would that be a problem?”, Mikasa countered, meeting the older woman’s eyes.

Now Kiyomi was the one tapping the table, thinking.

Was it a problem? The Shogun was expected to have concubines, but his wife….

Then again, his wife would be a war hero and the last descendant of the bloodline. Kiyomi’s triumph was bound to be tainted a little bit if she shipped Mikasa with plus one in a single serving, but it was manageable.

“No, it’s fine.”, she said out loud, “Your husband will most definitely have other women, so It is only fair for you to have someone to take care of your pleasure. As long as you keep certain limitations in mind, of course.”

“Such as?”

“You must appear by the Shogun’s side at any official event, you must never be seen by the public with your lover, and most importantly…” Kiyomi raised a finger, “You must give the Shogun an heir.”

“Is that so…”

“Of course. A boy would be ideal, but we could make even a girl work. You see, I’m not stupid enough to ask you to love the man you will marry, yet I must ask you to share his bed a few times until you get pregnant.”

Kiyomi spread her hands.

“You can spend as much of your free time as you want with your lover, he can sleep with you every night when you are not attending the Shogun’s needs. Your husband must always come first – understand?”

She gave Mikasa something that Kiyomi hoped was an encouraging smile.

“As soon as you are pregnant with his child, I promise that he will leave you alone. If you wish it so.”

“How do you know?”

“I picked the boy myself, he is a son of a very influential house and not a bad man at all. Good-looking, courteous, he will respect you, admire you maybe. You are a hero, after all.”

“I have one more question – is your staff the same you had when you first came to Paradis?”

A strange one indeed, but if Mikasa wanted to know…

“No, I have to change my whole group about once a year. This job is not exactly popular back home, so people do not stick around.”

“I see.”

“Any reason why you asked?”

A tiny smirk appeared on the raven’s lips.

“Not really, I was just curious.”

“So is everything to your satisfaction then?”

“It is.”, Mikasa stood up, “Let me know when the details of my transport are finalized.”

“Of course. See you soon then, lady Mikasa.”

Negotiations done, she left the office with a new hope blooming in her chest. Maybe this thing would work after all.

The packing felt unreal if Mikasa was being honest. She was leaving the cabin where she kind of expected to stay forever in. Instead of that, she and Eren were filling boxes with stuff, deciding what to take and what to leave behind.

Sometimes, they disagreed on these matters.

“You can’t be serious about leaving Yams,”, Eren protested upon hearing her intention, “How could you be so cruel.”

“Babe, it’s a goat.”

“No, it’s The Goat.”

Carefully, she massaged her temples, watching as Eren hugged the animal.

“Just look at her.”

“I am looking, and please don’t forget that Yams is for some reason always watching when we…”, a slight blush entered her cheeks, “do things.”

“C’mon, you know that she doesn’t mean anything bad by it.”, he rubbed the goat behind the ears, “Do you, Yamsy?”

“I…”

Sensing her doubts, Eren let go of the goat and wrapped Mikasa in a hug instead, rocking her from side to side.

“Pretty please.”, he whispered against her hair.

Yams, on the other hand, was saying nothing, simply staring at the pair. As always.

But it felt so nice when Eren held her, and Mikasa couldn’t bring herself to say no to him.

“Okay, fine.”

The celebratory kiss that Eren gave her didn’t even feel that good, because she knew that Yams is watching again, the gaze drilling into the back of Mikasa’s head.

In an effort to conceal his identity a bit, Eren grew out a beard and Mikasa kept his hair in a short undercut. Eren Yeager was most known as a long-haired clean-shaven maniac, so this would help. Far from perfect, of course, as anyone who truly knew him would see right through that, luckily there weren’t many of such individuals in Hizuru.

She gave the cabin keys to Niccolo, who promised to take care of it. They met in front of Sasha’s grave and neither of them held back on the tears, freely spilling and drenching Mikasa’s scarf.

“Don’t forget to visit Sasha for me.”, Mikasa pushed through the tears, “Tell her that I’ll be thinking about her.”

“Of course,”, he nodded solemnly, “I’ll visit Eren too, don’t worry.”

It took her a second and Mikasa had to mentally slap herself for it. Eren was dead to the world, she had to keep the act up, no matter how hard it was considering that just this morning she woke up with his arms tightly coiled around her stomach.

It also reminded her of the strange sickness she felt in the morning, but it was probably nothing serious. The stress, she reasoned, the moving and all were taking a toll on her body.

“Leave some flowers on his grave from time to time. He likes that.”

“Will do.”

They shared a last hug, and then Niccolo was pulling back, a watery smile on his lips.

“Take care of yourself, Mikasa, I’ll miss you.”

The original plan was to leave quietly, disappear from the island one day without any further ado, but this was changed when Mikasa visited Historia.

“Please, make it official,”, the queen was saying, “If you leave like that, I’m sure that the Yeagerists will twist it against me. Something along the lines that I sold you to Kiyomi, that you were forced to go against your will.”

Mikasa, who was rocking Ymir on her lap, frowned, and not because of the child that was trying to eat her long hair. Looking left and right, she made sure that they are alone before dropping her voice into a whisper.

“We can’t exactly have a celebration, you know, not when Eren is…”

“I know, I know, I don’t want Eren to show himself, I just want you to make a show. He can sneak on the boat for all I care, but you – you are important.”

She grasped Mikasa’s hand a bit tighter.

“Do it for me.”

Well, one does not say no to the queen herself.

“All right, your way it is then.”

The boat arrived with a load of Hizurian soldiers, who very quickly took positions all around the city. Walking through it now, the atmosphere was no longer so tense, and people weren’t afraid of being on the streets anymore. The Yeagerists were forced to retreat for now, taking their aggression and posters with them.

As agreed, Eren, or the random “friend” as the others knew him, was sneaked on the board beforehand alongside Yams with no big fuss. Kiyomi was busy with Mikasa and no one else could identify the man, the Hizurians had no idea that it was the devil himself who was now hiding in the cargo hold.

Mikasa didn’t have such an easy exit. Dressed in her old uniform and put on a pedestal, she couldn’t help but feel nervous about all this sudden attention. People were looking at her, cheering or staring angrily. Her exit was either understood as a patriotic act to help the Island or a betrayal and desertion, depending on who you asked.

She had to give a short speech, saying that she will always remember Paradis and the people here, but that she is finally going home. Kiyomi gave one too, talking about how this will strengthen the bonds between Hizuru and the island. Historia had the last one that didn’t say much apart from the classic uplifting words.

She was getting good at being a politician.

Some handshakes later and a teary hug from the queen, Mikasa was good to go. Ymir was crying again, upset because auntie Mikasa is leaving, but sadly the world didn’t care for the needs of one child. A few minutes later the war hero of Paradis, Mikasa Ackerman, was leaving her old home behind and sailed towards Hizuru. The island shore was slowly bure surely becoming smaller as she watched on, hands gripping the railing.

This was happening.

Kiyomi appeared next to her, the smile of a satisfied cat on her face. She got everything she wanted, so Mikasa supposed that the old woman was on cloud nine right now.

“You have to introduce me to that secret “friend” of yours.”, Kiyomi said, “The sailors who helped him board are all saying that he’s a very nice young man. Handsome too.”

She nudged Mikasa lightly.

“Good choice.”

If she only knew.

“Thanks.”, Mikasa replied flatly, “I’ll go get him then.”

She had to stop and ask for directions a few times, as the boat was quite big, yet in the end Mikasa managed to locate and enter the cargo hold. Eren was sitting next to Yams, talking about something with the goat, yet when she appeared he stood up instead, a huge smile on his face.

“We made it.”, he said, but Mikasa shook her head.

“Not yet. Now we must hope that Kiyomi won’t try throwing you into the ocean.”

“She wouldn’t risk upsetting you.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Well..”, Eren reached out, taking her hand, “I trust you with my life.”

Squeezing his fingers between hers, Mikasa returned his uncertain grin.

“Let’s get to it then.”

Kiyomi was still at the place where Mikasa left her, staring into the distance with a dreamy look on her face. In her mind she was probably back at Hizuru already, receiving all the commendations for bringing the Shogun’s blood back. As they drew near she turned towards them.

“Finally I get to see that mysterious man who captured lady Mikasa’s heart. Introduce us?”

Mikasa swallowed, ignoring the hammering of her heart. This was one of the riskier parts of her plan, one where she had to hope that Kiyomi won’t act in an unpredictable way.

“Of course.”, she nudged Eren forward, “This is Aaron, my best friend and partner. Aaron, this is Kiyomi Azumabito.”

“Aaron is it?”, Kiyomi took a step closer, “Let me take a look at you…”

Heart racing to match Mikasa’s, Eren raised his head to meet the old woman’s gaze.

Sun flashed in those green emeralds and Kiyomi stopped dead in her tracks, eyes widening and mouth falling open with a single word.

“No.”

#eremika #fanfic #snk

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gryfon-spanish-werewolf · 4 years

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A Sister Like You

Inspired by this post in which Elsa her 8yo self and Anna is her 18yo Frozen 1 age at the same time, AND @themountainsays ‘s tags about how it could make an interesting bastard!Anna au.

Special shout out to @like-redhead-probably and @daughterofhel for your encouragement! And pssst @jabs-wocks this one is much cuter and fluffier, I promise <3

Edit: Ao3 and FF.net

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The king and queen had a terribly kept secret: their firstborn was a bastard.

It was a terribly kept secret because, well, everyone loved her.

Anna of Arendelle was too much like sunshine on a cloudy day for people to hate her. The cooks loved her because she wasn’t a picky eater like her father, and the maids loved her because she always helped mend the sheets she ripped during her playtime. The gardeners and stablemen loved Anna because she talked to the ducklings and horses and goats, and even the flowers weren’t ignored. The people loved her because she was a bright child who walked among the crowds in the market and bought pastries from the local baker with a smile full of missing baby teeth. Anna danced with the town’s children during the festivals and chased after ships until the end of the dock as they set sail.

And perhaps most importantly, her parents loved her - one of blood and one of adoptive heart. They promised to care for the little red-headed baby as their own, regardless of what people said.

Truly, Anna was a light in the dark, even as a toddler, a fire in the midst of winter during her childhood years, and that warmth only soared to bonfire heat with the birth of the first true princess, her little sister, Elsa.

Anna’s love for Elsa was similarly earned in the way it was passed to her: instantly, freely, and without hesitation.

Elsa was born in the midst of a terrible winter storm that ended as soon as Anna was let into the birthing room. The king was right behind her, kissing his wife’s head sweetly as they peered down at their second daughter. The question was asked if Anna wanted to hold her little sister and Anna nodded furiously, already getting a leg up on the bed. They laid Elsa in her arms and Anna's eyes filled with wonder at the tiny bundle. She sat completely frozen, not wanting to move or change her position lest she disturb Elsa. The babe fussed and grabbed Anna’s small finger in an even smaller fist. Everyone in the room fawned over the action.

“She’ll be queen, right?” The king and queen exchanged a glance, hesitant. Anna had not seemed put out by the fact that she would never officially rule, but she was only ten, and they weren’t sure if that would always be the case.

The king cleared his throat. “Yes, darling. She will.”

Anna looked back down at her baby sister. Looked at her like she was her whole world. Elsa hiccupped a little and Anna smiled her blinding smile.

“I can’t wait,” she said, wiggling her trapped finger back and forth so Elsa turned towards the motion. “She’s gonna be great! And I’m gonna help her!”

The mood shifted instantly and everyone relaxed, rejoicing. Elsa’s forehead wrinkled at all the noise and she began to wail until Anna soothed her, shushing all the adults with a serious tone. They did, but not without some laughter.

And then Elsa sneezed.

Frost dusted Anna’s twin braids and bangs. She blinked. Everyone stared in complete shock. A small snowflake fell delicately from nowhere to land on the tip of Anna’s nose. In her arms, Elsa made little noises of satisfaction and nestled herself further into Anna’s hands before falling asleep.

“I take it back,” Anna whispered excitedly while the room found their tongues. “She’s going to be the best!”

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In the middle of the night, Anna crept through the darkened hallways of Arendelle castle, easing the door of her parents’ room open. She lifted, with some effort, the door from the bottom with her toe so it wouldn’t squeak and give her away. She closed it just the same, sidling over to the crib along the far wall. Voices came from the opposite side of the room, in the connected bathroom.

They were arguing. Again.

She couldn’t remember them arguing when she was little, but Anna wasn’t sure that was because they hadn’t, or because they’d not had a reason to.

Because now they were always arguing about Elsa.

Anna dragged the stepstool up to the side of the crib. Elsa was deeply asleep, mumbling vague syllables as Anna rocked her bed gently with her knee. Half a year had passed and Elsa kept getting bigger everyday. Her hair was growing out, her cheeks were soft and pudgy (“Just like yours!” The staff would often remind Anna), and she had started to laugh and laugh and laugh at all of Anna’s antics. Anna was utterly enchanted by her, her little sister was genuine magic.

And of course, Elsa was literally magic, too.

Raised voices rebounded around the walls as the king and queen found new ground to battle over. Anna saw Elsa’s lower lip wobble and put her hand down into the crib so Elsa could hold it. With her other hand she touched the bandages around her head.

“It’s okay,” Anna murmured, “I know it was an accident.”

They’d been playing Peek-a-Boo.

Anna had surprised Elsa for the hundredth time with a joyful, “Here I am!”, only this time Elsa had placed her hand on Anna’s temple as she giggled and there was a flash of white. The next thing Anna knew she was on horseback, jostled back and forth in the king’s lap. They rode hard, to a clearing she didn’t recognize. Creatures rolled out of the mist and popped open, revealing themselves to be trolls. Anna would have been excited under normal circumstances, but the looks on the king and queen’s faces, and the fact that Elsa was crying her tiny lungs out, had her clamping down on any questions.

The adults talked, human and troll alike, but Anna was having a hard time paying attention. Elsa was so far away, upset, and she couldn’t reach her. Her body felt stiff and cold, especially her head. She couldn’t stop shivering. One of the trolls saw her reach out from the king’s arms and told everyone that Anna was awake.

The old troll informed her gravely that her life was in danger, that Elsa’s power would only continue to grow. He showed her images with his magic: a figure in blue turning water to ice, then being pounced upon by figures in red. They were beautiful, and frightening, making Anna’s heart pound sluggishly in her chest. The queen and king said the troll could do whatever he needed to save Anna’s life and protect Elsa from such a fate. The troll approached Anna, with more magic shining in his rocky palm, and said that everything would be fine, that it was just her head and not her heart. He chuckled humorously.

“Much better to lose a few memories than your life.”

Anna refused.

The adults sputtered.

“Will I remember Elsa?”

“Yes, of course but-”

“Will I remember her magic?”

“The magic is what did the damage, and to remove it I would remove-”

“Then no.”

And she wouldn’t hear it any other way, even as her body grew colder and the vision on her right fractured and split. A frozen headache pulsed at her temple, spreading rapidly across her skull. Still, Anna sought out the sound of Elsa’s voice, even though others were getting in the way. She couldn’t tell who was who. Some of them wanted the troll to do it anyway, that Anna was just a child, only ten, and didn’t know better. Some wanted Anna’s wishes to be respected, that perhaps there was another way. Even more worried about the future, the kingdom, what it might mean to have a queen with powers… or a bastard without memories of them.

What were the consequences of hiding Elsa’s powers from the public? What were the repercussions of making the same mistake over and over, if Anna was literally unable to remember the danger?

So many questions, so many voices.

All of them wanted her to live.

Anna took air into small lungs embedded with ice shards, speaking softly but clearly even as fatigue stole over her.

“Elsa’s powers are a part of her. Forgetting them means I’m forgetting part of Elsa. I don’t want that. How can I help her if I don’t know her?”

When Anna next awoke she was in her room back at the castle, wrapped solidly in blankets. Summer sunlight filtered through the curtains, bright and cheerful. She thought perhaps it had all been a dream, and she’d been allowed a rare day to sleep in.

In fact here was Gerda, thankfully with breakfast, walking through the door. Anna sat up to make space and shot her a cheerful, “Good morning!”

Gerda dropped everything she was carrying in one huge clatter and rushed to Anna’s side, burying her in a deep hug.

“Oh, my little Princess!” She always called Anna that, even though she wasn’t really. “We thought we were going to lose you!”

Anna went to protest but spied her reflection in the mirror over Gerda’s shoulder. Her hair was it’s usual post-slumber mess, but this time instead of it being held away from her face by sheer luck, it was by bandages.

Gerda set about getting her dressed and fed and ready for the day. She did Anna’s hair last of all, delicately peeling away the strips of cloth. It hurt a little, but not too bad. Anna wasn’t sure what she expected to see as the source of the pain, but that wasn’t it.

“Did I get some of the powdered sugar in my hair?” She asked.

Gerda looked sad, gazing at Anna through her reflection. “No my dear, that’s…” She paused, deliberating. Anna touched the white streak at her temple, following it back where it disappeared behind her ear.

“I don’t know all the details,” Gerda finally continued, “but I’m told you were very brave.”

Anna watched Gerda comb the white streak into her braid and remembered.

And to her everlasting relief… she remembered everything.

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Anna and Elsa grew up, little by little, leap by leap. Space was cleared out in Anna’s room for Elsa’s bed and things, but by that time they were already inseparable. From the moment Elsa could walk she followed Anna everywhere. Laughter was common, and anyone in the castle who caught an earful of it drifting and caterwauling through the halls always gave a smile. Unless it was followed by the sound of something breaking, then it was usually a kickstart to a sprint.

As Anna edged into her teenage years things got… a little silly. Now at ages fifteen and five, the girls could get into all kinds of mischief. Nothing terrible of course, mostly playing knights in the hallways with the armor and freezing their tutor’s inkwell after a particularly difficult day of study. But then of course, there was the time Elsa made sleeping versions of them to fool people into thinking they were tucked away for the night, only to get caught sneaking into the fjord waters for a late night swim. Or the time Anna pretended Elsa was sick and was only taking requests through the door - requests that included chocolate cake, chocolate chip cookies, hot chocolate (in summer), chocolate mousse…

The future that the king and queen feared never came to pass; Elsa’s powers indeed grew as she did, but they were tempered with the practice that came along with frequent use, namely entertaining herself and her older sister. Anna never got tired of watching Elsa, “Do the magic,” and Elsa never got tired showing her.

Anna’s sunny disposition never wavered even when others thought it might, when, despite their closeness, familial bonds, and education, Anna’s status as an out of wedlock child started to become more frequently pronounced. If anything, Elsa took more offense to her sister being addressed as, “Lady Anna,” while she got “Princess Elsa”, than Anna ever did.

“But you are a princess!” Elsa protested one night. They were both in their respective beds, across from each other, flat on their backs as they watched the hues of the Northern Lights waver over their ceiling.

“I’m technically half adopted,” Anna clarified.

“What does that mean?”

“It means one of our parents isn’t my flesh and blood parent, even though I call them Mama and Papa just like you do.”

“That’s so weird,” and Anna could hear Elsa’s frown from her side of the room. “Which one?”

Anna shrugged. “I dunno. It’s not like I haven’t wondered, but it just, never seemed to matter enough to ask.”

“I could ask.”

“No, sweetheart, you don’t have to.”

“But I wanna know!”

Anna sighed. She watched the lights dance a moment before saying, “I don’t.”

“Oh…” Elsa went quiet. “Can I ask why?”

“Sure you can.”

A few seconds passed before Elsa huffed irritably and Anna grinned in the dark. “Why don't you want to know?”

“I want to be mysterious,” Anna teased.

“Anna!”

“What? If you get to be queen, then I want to be the spooky, strange older sibling!”

She expected a laugh but was met with silence.

“...Did you wanna be queen?”

Anna opened her mouth to reply how she always did, but stopped. This was her sister, not some dignitary in a hushed tone or some drink toting duchess at a dinner party. She deserved a real answer.

“No,” Anna said finally, “not really anyway. Even when I was little I didn’t dream of holding Papa’s scepter or wearing Mama’s crown. I felt like that was their thing, and you had your thing! And I was… am, happy just being me.”

“Is that because you really never thought about it, or because someone told you it would never be yours?”

Anna’s brows knit together and she sat up quickly. “Hey,” she smirked, “who said you could be a five-year-old philosopher?”

“Sorry!” Elsa sat up too, her arms hugging her bed sheet covered legs. “I just think you’d be really good at it!”

“Good at it?” Elsa nodded, the Lights roaming through her hair. “What makes you say that?”

“Well…,” Elsa began rolling her hands in a circular motion. A small ball of twinkling snow appeared between her hands, rotating gently. She did this whenever she was thinking. “You’re smart and patient and kind. You’re always explaining things to me, and telling me stories. You help me when I’m mad at my homework or miss a stitch while sewing. You’re always thinking of new games to play, you read me books and take me out into the town for a day of fun! And you always save some of your peas from dinner for the ducks in the pond. You claim it’s because you hate vegetables but really it’s because you know it’s their favorite snack.

“But as much as you teach,” Elsa continued, the snowball spinning and sparking, “you also listen. You know everybody in the whole castle’s birthday. A sailor told you that he always missed the baker’s lun epleterte when he was out at sea, and now the baker always has extra when he sees that ship come home. Kai mentioned once that his favorite flowers hadn’t bloomed yet in the garden so you staked out the hedge for weeks. The moment they bloomed you ran to go find him, a few flowers already in your hands. You’re very-,” Elsa paused, her hands stopping too. Her lips twitched in annoyance. “I don’t know the word. But you know people and you care about them, and I think that would make you a great queen.”

The little snowball shrunk and disappeared, returning the room to the flickering patterns of pinks, blues, and greens of the Lights. Anna propped her head and elbow up on her thigh. “Hmm, I suppose you’re right. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m not really interested, and even if I were, I still couldn’t.”

Elsa waved her hand dismissively. “When I’m queen I’ll just make you queen too.”

Anna scoffed, though not without humor. “That’s not how it works.”

“Says who? I’ll be queen! Who’s gonna say no?” Elsa barreled on, not waiting for Anna’s response. “It’ll be perfect: I’ll be Queen, you’ll be Royal-Big-Sister-Queen, and then you and I can both do whatever we want! We’ll be perfect together!”

“‘Royal-Big-Sister-Queen’? That’s not a thing.”

“It will be,” Elsa replied confidently. Anna exhaled heavily, a smile on her lips. Elsa noticed her lack of enthusiasm. “Okay, I’ll work on a better title but…, I just don’t want people thinking that you’re not part of my family.”

Anna’s eyes softened. “C’mere you.”

Elsa kicked off her covers, grabbed the stuffed penguin Anna had made for her fourth birthday, and ran on bare feet to Anna’s bedside. She lifted her arms and Anna picked her up, nestling her close. “It will never matter what other people say about me, because I know that the family that chose me, and that I choose right back everyday, loves me very much, and just wants me to be happy.”

Anna ran her pinkie softly down the bridge of Elsa’s nose. Her little sister blinked drowsily when Anna did it again. “What do you think about that?” She asked quietly.

“I think… you’re my best friend-older sister,” Elsa said softly as sleep dragged at her, “who tries to put her cold feet on my back when we sleep together, always forgetting that I can’t feel the cold.”

Anna chuckled low in her chest. “And I think you are my sweet-but-silly little sister,” she replied, tweaking Elsa’s nose which made her giggle, “who is always stealing the blankets despite claiming she’s never cold, leaving me to freeze to death.”

Elsa cuddled closer to Anna, yawning fiercely. “I promise I’ll share them tonight. Pre-Queen’s honor.”

Anna put a hand to her chest. “That’s a big promise, your Almost-Majesty. How do you know you’ll keep it?”

Elsa already had her eyes closed and her head on Anna’s pillow. “Because I love you.”

Anna smiled warmly. She scooched lower and drew the covers up over her shoulder, planting a kiss on Elsa’s forehead as she got settled.

“I love you too. And I still will, even when I wake up tomorrow and all the covers are on your side of the bed.”

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Elsa never did come up with a better title for Anna’s rise to royalty. Not that she didn’t have time; to most people three years is quite the span, but for children and young adults it may well have been the blink of an eye. And it certainly felt like no time at all when Kai knocked on their door, parchment in hand and tears in his eyes, to deliver the news that their parents had died at sea.

Anna was eighteen, and Elsa, heir to the throne, only eight.

The funeral was delayed until proper mourning attire could be fashioned for such young women. The headstones were grand but simple. After the rain and the prayers, Anna and Elsa walked back to their room, silent. Anna worked on autopilot: helping Elsa disrobe, comb out her hair, put her in sleepwear. Until she felt the ghost of a memory, not long past, of her hugging the queen and king around the waist, expressing her wish to see them soon. The last time she’d ever touched them.

She heard Elsa sniffle beneath her hand, and caught sight of their reflection in the mirror. Tears dripped out of red-rimmed eyes as Elsa’s hard fought composure (already so heavy for a child) fell apart at Anna’s momentary lapse in normality. Then they were holding each other close, fingers digging into clothing and faces pressed close together.

They slept in the same bed for months.

But during that time an uncomfortable question arose. One that, out of respect for tradition, should have waited, but realistically speaking, couldn’t.

Who was in charge now?

Obviously no one expected an eight-year-old to be officially running a country, especially since her Coronation Day was over a decade away. And while Elsa had already Ascended to ruling status, legally she wasn’t making the rules, and it couldn’t be advisors forever. Especially not after the period of mourning, which at max placed Elsa at twelve. She would be involved in ongoing diplomatic and national matters of course, as she would have been anyway, though now to a larger degree, but the fact of the matter was that Elsa was a child.

She still had a bedtime.

And it couldn’t be Anna… could it? She had the training, the disposition. Even if she’d never desired it personally, could she be persuaded to step up, even if it was, in the end, invisibly? The advisors knew that generally speaking, the people of Arendelle would not turn their backs on Anna being their ruler in Elsa’s place, but politically, they felt the pressure of putting the correct outward face on their country.

Anna walked past two advisors, picking holes in the same arguments she’d heard for weeks, and closed her ears to it all. If they --the crown, the staff, the castle-- needed her help, she’d do it in a heartbeat, but right now, she was more concerned with the remaining family she had left.

Namely, finding her before her upcoming royal duties.

They were starting slow. A few of the old guardsmen had retired, and today was their replacement’s first day on the job. Elsa, as queen, was supposed to formally greet them and thank them for their service. Fairly straightforward, all things considered, but Anna had seemingly lost track of Elsa after breakfast and between a few meetings of her own, and now was looking for her little sister.

Well, she was pretending to look. Anna knew exactly where to find her sister, but she gathered that, with all the fuss over dress and ceremony, Elsa may want just a few extra seconds to be alone, not being touched by people’s hands or her hair pulled by combs or set in tight braids and buns along her head.

But they couldn’t delay forever. Anna tapped a special rhythm on the door to their room, hearing a muted, “Come in!” from the other side.

As she entered, Anna’s breath caught in her throat.

Elsa was dressed like, well…

She looked just like Mama.

“Gerda says if I keep my steps high, I won’t trip on my cape,” Elsa said, spinning to show off the purple floor length cape. “But I can’t walk normally if I do that, I look like a puffed up frog!”

A little tiara nestled in her snow-blonde hair bounced light around the room as Elsa shifted. A fleck caught in Anna’s eye and she blinked harshly, bringing her back to the moment.

“Good thing you only have to walk a few feet,” Anna agreed, closing the door behind her and striding up to her sister. “You’ll be the best dressed frog in the room.”

Elsa folded her arms and scowled, looking very queenly indeed. “I’m surprised you’re the one saying that, considering what you’re wearing today,” and she gestured up and down at her sister.

It was true, Anna was wearing a dress that was almost entirely green from top to bottom, excluding the bodice which was black. The pleats of her skirt were alternating shades of green, the only spots of color otherwise being the rosemaling against the black silk on her chest and abdomen. Anna looked down then back up, and grinned. “I guess you’re right. You’ll have to teach me how to walk then. Does it look something like this?”

She marched dramatically in place, all high knees and right angled elbows, a look of comic determination on her face. To her delight, and relief, Elsa burst into giggles. She held her two gloved hands up in front of her mouth.

That was the Elsa she knew.

“You’re going to embarrass me, Anna,” Elsa laughed.

“Lucky for me, that’s the older sibling’s job.” Anna put her hands on her hips. “Ready to go?”

Elsa’s smile dropped, looking down at her outfit. “I look like I am.”

Anna crouched down to be level with Elsa. “You certainly do,” she said softly. “You look beautiful. But I asked if you were ready.” Elsa didn’t meet her eye, instead fidgeting with her hands and wringing the soft blue leather of her gloves.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be,” Elsa confessed, downcast.

Anna acknowledged that with a little hum. “Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not for a long time. But I think that’s okay too, it just means you’re still willing to learn. And you know, you’re not alone. You’ve got Kai and Gerda and all the staff, you’ve got the tutors and experts and all the other adults that know what to do. And, you know,” Anna shrugged, “you’ve got me, too. So I’m pretty sure it won’t be a complete disaster.”

Elsa looked up. “Really?”

“Positive,” Anna winked. She pinched her pointer finger and thumb close together. “Just a little one.”

Elsa laughed again and shoved Anna’s hand away. “Okay, okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“After you,” Anna said grandly, opening the door wide for Elsa with a sweeping bow. Elsa shook her head, then squared her shoulders and tilted her chin back, adopting the posture she’d learned over many lessons of how to walk like a queen. Anna sheltered the little spark of pride inside her heart, and the flicker of sadness that came along with it.

They started to make their way down the long hall, Anna a step behind to Elsa’s right, as was expected. As they neared the halfway point, Elsa’s pace slowed, and Anna noticed immediately.

She tapped Elsa on the shoulder and gently took her hand.

Elsa glanced ahead and behind furtively. “I… shouldn’t.”

“I know but, you don’t have to be ‘Queen-queen’ until we turn that corner, so…” Anna ran her thumb across the back of Elsa’s gloved hand, “You can keep holding my hand until then.”

Elsa squeezed back. “And after that? Where will you be?”

Anna beamed.

“Right next to you. And after that? Wherever you need me to be.”

#I've always had some THOUGHTS^TM about Anna being awake during the scene where her memories are changed in F1 #I am nearly 100% certain that if Anna thought losing her memories of Elsa's magic #was the safest option for ELSA then she would agree #but that's a HUGE thing to convince someone #I really believe that if Anna had a choice she'd want to remember - even if maybe the damage took longer to heal #so that's why that part is in there lol #but otherwise this was just me being like 'omg Anna's older and she's gonna be the BEST older sister ever'#cuz she's already sunshine and now she gets to be sunshine for every second of Elsa's life #childhood separation? I don't know her #the sisters allowed to be together to process their greatest joys and deepest griefs? now THAT I can get behind #themountainsays #like-redhead-probably #daughterofhel #bastard!Anna au #A Sister Like You #yes the title is an intentional nod to 'A Sister More Like Me'#because that book is super cute and charming <3 and that was the goal of a few scenes in this one #fairly confident I succeeded: /I/ was certainly smiling and laughing writing it #Little Elsa #Anna #King Agnarr #Queen Iduna #Kai #Gerda #Trolls #F1 canon divergent #my writing #fan fic #story

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A concept: Leonard H. McCoy is a good dad. Four hundred fifty people can confirm it and one, eventually two, kid is going to tell him.

For the first two years Jim doesn't really know how or why Leonard's marriage has ended, but he knows it was a sad and awful affair that messed up Bones pretty bad. And he knows, just because he can snoop like no one else in the entire galaxy, that there's a kid in Georgia, her name is Joanna Elizabeth and she loves green and she is almost four. He knows that Bones talks to her every time he can, goes home every weekend he isn't on rotation at the clinic, doesn't forget a birthday or any kind of recitals she does. He can't be there, not as much as he likes, but he always sent a flower or two to make sure his baby girl knows how proud he his of her. Still when the-ex, whom Jim refuses to learn the name, calls in the middle of the evening and says "you're a really shitty father Leonard" and Leonard agrees with her, Jim would like the break something or to shake Bones up because how could that woman think Bones is a bad father? What does she knows about bad and worst fathers? About being forget by their own mother to a person they'll never call dad and who makes them want to run, runrunrunrunrunrunrun, every time something is slightly off? Because they now, he knows, that when he's going to realize what's wrong is gonna be the end. And if not by his hands it will be by his words and they never really gonna forget what he said to them. Not after five minutes and not in ten years. What Bones is a bad father because he is not with his daughter every day? Is he a bad dad even when he calls her daughter after almost forty hours of shift, with tears in his eyes because he lost one to many patient, but seeing his little girl is more important than anything else? Is he a bad dad because the ex wants him to be so bad so she'll have an excuse to cut him off once and for all or she is just mean? Jim knows Bones isn't a perfect dad but he also knows that "perfect" dads are shiny dreams of stars, starship and broken promises that got lost in the death and broken debris. Perfect dads are the one who leave behind them empty graves and so much grief a life time won't be enough to process it all. So the ex should give Bones a little more credit and maybe, maybe, Bones himself is gonna start believing he can be a good dad for Joanna.

The fact is the never really talk about dads, not when they're sober at least. They don't talk about a lot of things but they're getting better on that side. The first fathers' day on the ship come and go, Leonard and Hikaru share a drink and spend the night talking about their girls. Later Bones will tell him that Sulu is a great dad™, trying to say the tm too but pronouncing something similar to t-n, but every one is a better father than he is. 'M just a shitty excuse for a dad, Jimmy. And oh, that makes Jim tear a little, but he doesn't answer because Bones is already asleep.

For the second one their in the middle of a diplomatic mission, too many light years away from Earth, and not even Sulu remembers of it. Still Jim kisses Bones before cuddling with him that night. They still don't talk about it but is a little better than the previous year.

The third year Jim is dead. Joanna is ten and she calls him uncle Jim. The ex, he knows her name is Jocelyn but still the ex, calls at least twice a week and she says she is sorry about some things she said when he was at the Academy. Jim is still dead when all of it happens but he is alive, weak as a new born but alive, when Bones confesses to him that maybe, just maybe, he is not a bad dad. At least not as bad as he used to think. Jim consider it a victory on his personal agenda.

The fourth father's day they share a drink in his private quarter before Hikaru can drag Bones away for their annual "cake and I-have-so-many-feelings-about-my-baby girl" but, when he comes back, he's sober and he's still laughing. Joanna calls the next day and she screams his name so loud even Scotty, five decks under theirs, can hear it. What she is saying is dad I love you, thank you for the present oh god but what they get is a dadiloveyouthankyou! And it's the first time Joanna says "happy fathers' day uncle Jim!" Bones spends the rest of the night kissing him as if he's the treasure.

Th fifth year, the last one before they're going to spend six to nine months on earth, Bones is quiet for a week. He's still kissing him every time he can, bitching with Spock and playing poker on Wednesday will all the senior crew but he's just sad. It's Bones himself that solves the mystery: "Last week one of the new technician, the one we picked from the end of the Alpha Quadrant almost a year ago?, came in for xe physic and xe leaves me a note? Like a paper one, with little doodles all over the page, colorful little, beautiful things and xe wrotes, in Standard, that xe is grateful to know me and xe things I did more to help xem to settle in and learn to live in the middle of so many new species than anyone else. Xe said working here is like starting a new life for xe and I took the role of xem dad? And it wasn't the last card I received! Other eight people left their physic giving me strange, colorful and hilarious pieces of paper wishing me a great dad's day. And then Spock comes in today and he hugs me, a legit hug Jim!, and he says that he will be honored if I could accept to be the godfather of a child who doesn't exist yet, because he can't thing about another human he could trust for the role. And they all are all the faith in the galaxy in me when I don't, not in the role of father at least, and it's unsettling and makes me want to hide away until they realize I'm not that great and I'll let them down."

"I have the best crew in the galaxy or didn't I? So Bonesy you have to trust them when they say and do things like that. And babe, you deserve it. I know you don't believe it but it's true" he concludes kissing him on his lips.

(Bones saves every single one of the card he receives inside a box he takes with him when they arrive on Earth and leave it with his mom because space and danger and all that stuff.)

The sixth, seventh, eighth father's day are spent in different places all over the Alpha and Beta quadrant, trying to meet new species and learn new things. Some of them are the best kind of day, where Bones talks to Jo, kisses Jim until he becomes a little more stupid and in love with this man, and once he even plays chess with Spock and Uhura. Others are not so good but Bones&Hikaru tradition helps more than anything else.

On the ninth Bones is cuddling a new born who lost his parents during a raid on their home planet. "We should adopt him" Jim proposes during dinner and "it's the most logical course of action to take doctor" adds Spock. "Oh hell" is the only thing Bones says before requesting the papers for adoption.

(It's not the only thing he says because they discuss it for hours, because they're afraid to fuck up everything and he is just a baby and he already their world. They've been married long enough to trust they're going to do this together but is all new and terrifying just as exciting.)

For the eleventh father's day they're on Jupiter, Joanna's eighteen and Samuel's two and they spend all day at the park near the Starfleet Center, with the Sulu's. Bones is laughing at something Ben said and Jim looks at him and he is just grateful to do this, having a family, rising a child and exploring space with this wonderful man.

#leonard h mccoy #james t kirk #mckirk #otp: bedside manner #bones doesn't believe he is a good dad but jim knows better #because jim knows bones is trying to do the best he can in a solution that isn't the best one #and jocelyn is mean but she is angry too but she knows leonard's a good dad #low self esteem #from the academy to their first five years mission #the crew of the enterprise #bittersweet #leonard mccoy and hikaru sulu little ritual on father's day is a sleepover with cake and their little girls pic all over the place #father's day #joanna mccoy #samuel kirk-mccoy #bones is the dad™ of the enterprise #this is the longest stuff i wrote as concept #sorry for all the mistakessss #so if you want so kind of concept you can drop it in my box :)#i hope all of it makes a little sense i wrote most of it sleeping in lol #and please remember open comunication is the best way to solve problems #star trek aos #the kelvin timeline

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