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elderbwrry · 4 years

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Even if he doesn't say so

A little darkgingerpilot Witcher AU I discussed months ago with @cleversturmhond I have no concept of how time passes anymore

Summary: The Witcher meets a bard, the bard meets a mage, and they travel the continent. Kylo knows what he feels, but he can't seem to act. Hux acts without talking about things. And Poe... well, what does Poe feel?

Tags: Witcher AU, Inspired by The Witcher, Slow Burn, if you count 13k as slow burn i guess, within the story its slow burn, fantasy medieval setting, Self-Indulgent, Mage Hux, witcher kylo, Bard Poe, scenic, They're oblivious, sex references, Yearning, i guess, im slapping a mature on it for sex references and some minor violence but honestly ehhh idk, darkgingerpilot

Chapter 1/2/3/?, wordcount 5012

also on Ao3

Whenever someone asked Kylo, he always said he preferred to keep to himself and the company of Silence, his horse and his best companion for the very fact of her name; she didn't talk, she didn't disturb the meditative quiet of his lonely rides, and, most importantly, he wasn't unsure how to curry her favour. An apple would do it. His current companions, on the other hand...

For some gods-forsaken reason, Poe and Hux were quarrelling about a composer who had been dead for over a century. When the three of them had first started travelling together years ago, and in the short time since they'd reunited, such discussion had been endearing; both of them were opinionated about certain things, and their conversations often turned into little debates over whatever topic arose while they were travelling. This was one of those occasions, Kylo enjoying listening to their thoughts and voices filling up the worn country roads. A throwaway comment had become interesting; Kylo didn't actually know much about this particular composer, whereas Hux and Poe both did, and, though Kylo didn't often contribute to these discussions in any great detail since the other two were both so much better with words, he did like to learn something new occasionally. But now, several hours into their journey and still on the same subject, it was just getting fucking annoying.

“I literally studied her work. You can't just turn around and say she wasn't revolutionary,” Poe objected, trotting along between Silence and Hux's own horse on the wide bridleway, looking up at Hux indignantly.

Poe's lowered position made it seem slightly laughable when Hux looked down at him and countered, “Since I actually met the woman, I think you'll find I can,” before prompting his horse to walk on ahead of them.

Poe picked up his pace a little and continued the argument, making some musical point Kylo didn't understand either. He tried to tune them out a bit as he let Silence drop back a short distance behind the them.

Considering how much time the three of them spent around each other in recent years, Kylo supposed he should be glad disagreements as lengthy as these were relatively few. And, certainly, they were fewer even than when it had only been Kylo and Poe on the path together.

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Kylo had met Poe many years ago – at least a decade, if he thought about it – when he'd been compelled by his work to go through the city he'd been born in. Not only was the place particularly unfriendly to Witchers, but also had relations of his – distant now, yet he wanted to avoid them nonetheless – in positions of authority. Kylo had used a fake name, a low hood to hide his eyes, his scar, and stuck to the dingiest taverns, but a curly-haired, high-born young man had recognised him anyway, sitting himself down confidently at Kylo's corner table, offering his name, and saying, “I know you. You're that famous Witcher.”

Kylo had eyed his unwelcome acquaintance – Poewas what he introduced himself as – guessing that he couldn't yet be twenty summers old. Of course, Kylo was no good with ages – his own longevity had corroded his sense for them until everyone seemed either old or young in confusing measures – but Poe's next request had practically confirmed his suspicion.

“Would you let me come with you?” Poe had asked the second the bar-wench had placed down Kylo's ale.

“Come with me where?” Kylo grunted. He wasn't in the mood to bodyguard some noble, out for the first time in a world without castle walls.

“Well, where are you going?” Poe's eyes had glinted as he offered Kylo a charming smile.

Kylo had appraised him again, taking in his youth, his rich clothes, his courage, and summarily said, “No.”

Poe's smile didn't drop, even though Kylo could see his only half-amused chuckle for the frustration it was. “Come on, I just wanna see a bit of the world. Get away from my guardian's expectations.”

“The Queen?” Kylo had asked, an imprudently displayed gold ring on the youth's finger catching the light.

Poe had shrugged a yes.

It only made Kylo refuse all the more. The Queen was one of the people Kylo was known to by unfortunate fact of his heritage, someone he never wanted to anger, in case of her having some cause to meet with him personally. Poe, while not her blood family, would surely be missed, as her ward, were he to make off with a Witcher, especially with the one so primarily known for the massacre at Crait.

Poe's gaze went steely at Kylo's final dismissal, and he'd left the tavern quickly after that. It couldn't have been two years later when Kylo encountered the young man again, fine doublet swapped for something a little more incognito in orange and brown tones, a lute slung over his back and all the more determination to see everything.

Kylo hadn't refused him a second time, and he wouldn't have been able to, since Poe no longer had any qualms about following him uninvited. Thus, he had a new travelling companion.

Just as he suspected, Poe was a liability in some aspects of the job where monsters were concerned, but Poe had also dragged him, limping, back to camp before, bandaged his wounds, fetched his potions. His life had undeniably turned for the better with the bard around; Poe was a talented musician, it turned out, and the extra income and incentive to stay at inns meant Kylo was now more acquainted with feather pillows than he'd ever hoped to be. The positive company had made Kylo better as well, at talking to people, at putting up with them, at giving life nuance. His path was lighter with Poe on it.

They became comfortable around each other. They began to argue, about the silly things people who know each other well and cared for each other deeply argue about, about which direction to head in, which inn to stop at, about the jacket Kylo had left to get trampled by the last monster he'd fought. Barely a day went by without some kind of silly quibble to that effect, but it never truly changed the form of their relationship.

Then, they'd met Hux.

[break]

Kylo had been around long enough that he'd thought he'd heard of most of the other powerful, non-mortal beings on the continent, so randomly running into an evidently strong mage like Hux, who he'd never heard of, was a bit surprising. Kylo had been employed to go and rid a keep up on the hill of whatever it was that was plaguing it. He was expecting to take a while to figure it out, but when he arrived, the malevolent spirits were revealed easily by the mage already locked in battle with them.

The fight the man was putting up was impressive, given the sheer number of foes. He was spewing fire everywhere, manipulating the elements to his will, his bright hair and swan-white robe whipped around by the wind he was creating, but eventually Kylo could see he was losing, and so joined him in the fight. It was fortuitous that they were both there, as Kylo certainly couldn't have defeated them all on his own either. When the last spirit was destroyed, however, Hux had spun round, announced that he had decidedly notrequired the help of some filthy Witcher, and flounced off. He'd gotten about ten paces when he collapsed from the sheer exertion of having used his magic in such a manner.

So Kylo had carried the mage back to camp and laid him down on his bedroll to recuperate.

Poe was travelling with Kylo at that time, and, though he was surprised to see Hux, he seemed very glad to see Kylo back from the fight, juiced up on potions but otherwise unharmed. His smile had made Kylo's heart do something he didn't really understand, the same thing it did when Poe met his gaze during a performance at whatever tavern they were staying at, the same when Kylo said something complimentary to him. Indeed, it was becoming more and more of a common feeling, and Kylo was finding that he rather liked it.

When Kylo suggested he should probably go find a rabbit or something for dinner, Poe seemed happy enough to watch over the mage until he returned, and Kylo had picked his way into the forest they were camping on the edge of with his head full of thoughts of Poe. His distraction had meant he took longer than usual to catch something, and when he got back, it was to find Poe backed against a tree, Hux threatening him using a dagger Kylo hadn't realised he'd had on him.

“Kylo!” Poe had shouted when he saw him – and again, the weird thing Kylo's heart did around Poe – equal parts relieved and pissed off.

Hux relaxed only slightly at knowing whose camp it was he had been brought to, and, once Kylo had convinced him to lower the weapon, he protested strongly that he didn't want anyone's help or charity, and that he was offended to have been carried around like some damsel. Poe told him he was very welcome to fuck off, but it soon became clear that Hux wasn't in any shape to be going off on his own, so he stayed with them that night.

Kylo was settling in to sleep on the opposite side of the fire to Hux when Poe dumped his bedroll down next to him, closer than usual – cue the weird heart thing again – and lay down. All Kylo had managed to ask was, “What are you doing?”

Huffing, Poe leaned up to peer over Kylo's arm at where Hux was lying, turned away from them on the far side of their little camp. “He tried to kill me today. I don't wanna wake up with my throat cut for some magey shit.”

Kylo considered pointing out that Poe wouldn't wake up at all if his throat had been slit, but he was more struck by the implication that Poe was trusting him to protect him. Usually, people were more likely to fear that Kylo would be the one killing them after whatever monster he'd been hired to dispatch, but Poe was different, and always had been, really. He insisted that Kylo had good in him, that he wasn't all the darkness that Witchers were supposed to be. He wasn't entirely right, of course, but it was nice to have someone hope in him.

So instead of making the bard move away, all Kylo had said was, “You'll get cold, so far from the fire,” and offered Poe an extra side of his own blanket.

One night of Hux staying with them turned into two, into three, into a week's travel to the neighbouring city. In fact, Kylo was almost sad to see the severe mage leave, as it meant he and Poe went back to their usual sleeping arrangements, instead of curling up together with Kylo as his shield.

[break]

Months later, to Kylo's surprise, Hux sought him out. He was after a gem of something something and he needed hired muscle that he could trust would actually get the job done. Hux had found them by the coast, and the first thing he said as he took Poe in was, “You're still travelling with him, are you?” Kylo wasn't sure whether the question was meant for him or Poe, but they'd both answered definitively.

The month and a half of travel it took to reach the mountain cave system in which the gem was kept saw Poe and Hux grow accustomed to each other, if not strictly friendly. Poe didn't resume his habit of sleeping next to Kylo, Hux didn't try to kill Poe again, and eventually they stopped speaking to each other in jibes and barbs.

Hux and Kylo also ended up bonding; they would sit together in taverns while Poe was performing and talk, about things that they remembered from when they were young, things Poe had learned only from his history professors. It was nice to have someone who related, who had experienced similar things to him, who understood what it was to be not-quite human and tied to a duty they didn't quite want. Hux had been raised in magic, it turned out, and, as they talked, Kylo realised it wasn't so different to being raised into killing as he had been. The small, commiserating smiles Hux offered struck Kylo deeply, and one day he realised that Hux, bathed in the yellow, glowing tavern light, was beautiful.

When they reached the cave systems that were their destination, Poe had to stay in the local town while Hux and Kylo went in search of the gem, since the place was too unknown and dangerous to risk him coming. And it did turn out to be dangerous; Hux and Kylo each saved each others' life a few times, had several close calls, and, once all the stress and danger of the adventure had turned into the satisfaction of success, they translated that pent-up tension into a vigorous fuck on the way out.

“I don't know why you keep him around,” Hux commented as they trudged back to the town to meet Poe, gem firmly in his grasp. “He can't help you with your work like I could.”

Kylo supposed that was true. “He helps me be better,” Kylo replied, which was also true.

Hux made a derisive sound. “Does he, now.”

Kylo shook his head at Hux's tone. “Why don't you like him? You have plenty in common.”

“It's not that I don't like him,” Hux said, tossing his head to get a strand of hair which had slipped in front of his eyes out of the way. Considering Kylo was grimy and dishevelled from the fighting, Hux's deep crimson tunic still looked remarkably put together, and it gave him a haughty air as he said, “I know his type. I've served them in courts all over the continent for centuries. They think they're entitled to everything without working for it and without thanking the people who actually make it possible. He's just another ungrateful, mortal noble.”

Kylo thought about what he said for a good minute. “You're wrong,” he said.

[break]

Back at the inn, Poe had the entire town in the palm of his hand thanks to his songs. He looked charming as ever, flashing smiles to all the ladies who were fawning over him, but Kylo was happy to see that, when Poe spotted them enter, his smile softened and a new light entered his eyes. This time, the flip in Kylo's heart felt more natural than ever.

When Kylo emerged from the bathhouse, Poe was already waiting in his room for a full account of the adventure so he could turn it into his latest ballad. Kylo related what happened as he usually did, keeping to the bare facts and trusting Poe to make them into pretty wordplay later, until he got to the end, at which point he decided that Poe didn't strictly need to know that Hux had pushed him up against the wall of the cave and kissed him with a ferocity he wasn't likely to forget any time soon.

But Poe noticed the brief hesitation and looked up from his little book where he'd been scribbling notes. “What?” he asked.

Kylo shrugged. “Nothing. We left to come back here,” he said, pulling the shirt he was wearing off and reaching for a different one.

“Did something bite you?”

Kylo could hear the frown in Poe's voice, and he turned back to see Poe's eyes locked on a slightly bruised, reddish ring low on his neck. A vague recollection surfaced in Kylo's mind of Hux tugging down his collar, once his outer layer of armour was off, and digging his teeth hard into the flesh over that spot. He hummed, reaching up to rub at it and thus hide it from Poe's sight. “Must have.”

Poe stood up and approached, batting Kylo's hand out of the way, which he couldn't find the motivation to resist. When Poe ran his thumb over the bruise, he was so warm Kylo pushed into the touch. If Poe noticed, he didn't comment, his brow was deeply furrowed. “What kind of monster even has teeth like that?”

A knock came on the door. “Kylo,” Hux called from outside, “we need to talk about payment.”

“I'm...” Kylo hesitated, feeling strangely and suddenly like he'd betrayed Poe. “I'm coming.”

Kylo wasn't sure what about him looked guilty, but Poe seemed to realise at that moment where the mark came from. “Oh,” he said, stepping away and back to his book.

Not long after that, Poe announced his intention to head back to his home kingdom. Kylo's mouth went dry. It was Hux who had to ask the platitudes – did he have some business to attend to? How long did he think he would stay? - which Poe replied to blandly, something about responsibility to his mentors. Kylo wanted to ask him to stop, to stay, but all he managed to get out was, “I'll miss you.”

[break]

Time passed.

Poe left for home, taking his light and song with him.

Kylo spent one winter with Hux, back in the keep where they'd first met, which Hux had appropriated for himself, but it was all wrong; there was a grounding influence missing, without which the two of them spent more time treating each other angrily than well. The sex was amazing, but eventually, it felt hollow. The day it became clear that the harshest weather had blown over, Kylo was back on Silence, looking for the next contract out on a monster, something he could hack into pieces without thinking.

The seasons changed, fled and returned until it had been another year. Kylo was firmly back in the blank swing of contract, monster, payment, move along, but the campfire felt lonely after dark, when he had nothing to occupy his mind. He started talking to Silence; she never replied.

Sometimes, Kylo found himself wondering how long it would be until he ran into Hux again, and if he would even want to see him. Maybe he could make the way they left things up to him. They'd had something, after all, and, though it hadn't been perfect, he missed that feeling of love and understanding and protection which Hux provided. Kylo didn't hold out much hope of seeing Poe; he never went near his home city, and why would Poe venture out again? He'd seen his share of the world. He was back in his real life, now.

But eventually, those nights of wondering wore Kylo down, and, quite without intending to, he found himself directing Silence down the path to the kingdoms neighbouring Poe's.

There, Kylo found himself invited to the royal tourney of Queen Phasma, as a guest of honour. She was a renowned warrior, and Kylo reasoned that it would be rude to decline the request of such an esteemed ruler. He reasoned that perhaps she would even have some work for him. He reasoned a lot of things, in his attempt to deny to himself that the real reason was hope that a tourney would be more than enough cause for a neighbouring noble to be in the area, or even just a bard...

The festivities were festivities. It was strange, to watch others fight instead of having to do it himself, and for performance rather than necessity. Though sometimes the rush of people grated on him, Phasma was a gracious host and Kylo enjoyed the good food well enough, always keeping an eye out for some shock of red hair, or those cheerful, dark curls he so hoped for.

His vigilance yielded one of those prizes.

A tall, beautiful, severe looking man entered the great hall one evening for the feast, walking directly up to the main table at which Phasma and Kylo were seated, and didn't even falter when he recognised Kylo's distinctive scar, yellow eyes, dark garb.

“Hux!” Phasma exclaimed standing and marching around the table to pull the man into a hug, which he returned with surprising readiness, “My dear friend, it has been too long!”

Hux gave a half-bow. “I'm sorry I'm late, I was caught up with business.”

“Ah, yes, business,” Phasma said knowingly, “and where is Lord Dameron?”

Hux's eyes flitted over to Kylo's for the briefest of seconds. “Altogether too caught up with his teaching to bother with a tournament, I'm afraid.”

“Well you must tell him I want him at the next one.” With that, she made to retake her seat again, gesturing at Kylo. “Kylo, this is Hux, currently an advisor to court in the neighbouring kingdom and the most talented mage in all the continent. Hux, Kylo, the Witcher.”

“Yes, we've met,” Hux understated, settling his gaze on Kylo fully, now, and extending his hand to Kylo over the table. Not sure what he was expected to do, Kylo gave Hux his hand, and Hux took it, raising it to his lips and kissing Kylo's knuckles.

Kylo wasn't entirely certain if he could blush any more, since the mutations which had turned him into a Witcher, but if he could, he was sure he was, what with so many people around to witness a display of affection which Kylo was unused to at the best of times. Along with that, relief, because it made him feel suddenly like all was forgiven without him having to wrangle the words around an apology.

“Hux, stop that and sit down!” Phasma reprimanded, “The players will begin soon.”

It was only as Hux sat down that Kylo realised the empty chair on his right had likely always been for Hux. No sooner had he settled than the players flooded the floor, dancing into their performance of an old, famous play, something about two supernatural kings vying for the affection of a mortal with all sorts of fanciful gifts.

“This version is better than the original,” Hux remarked a short while in, and Kylo hummed out an assent, though he had never seen it when it first was performed. He was probably too busy wading through drowner guts, or something similarly uncouth.

“So, you're in Poe's court, now?” Kylo asked instead. “Is he king?”

“No,” Hux remarked, picking up his goblet of wine and keeping his gaze on the players. “Nor does he want to be. The Queen has plenty of other worthy successors, and Poe would much rather go back to spending his days as a bard.” He tutted. “Even if he doesn't say so.”

“Why are you there?”

He sighed. “I wanted to see what you meant about him not being like the others, so I offered my services to the Queen.” Kylo hummed again, and this time, Hux turned to look at him. “You were quite right. He's different. I find myself rather taken with him.”

Kylo reached for his own wine now, his mouth suddenly dry. “Oh. Have you..?”

“No. Kylo...” Hux placed his cup down and leaned to the side so his shoulder was brushing Kylo's, even as Kylo was resolutely not looking at him. “He misses you. And I know you miss him.”

As if by design, the lutist started to play, and both their eyes went to the young woman performing in the corner. Kylo found himself thinking, perhaps uncharitably, that she wasn't as talented as Poe, her song wasn't as sweet.

Hux didn't fail to notice this. “I think we should travel together again,” he said.

“We?”

“You and I and Poe,” Hux said, as though it were obvious. “Like we did those few months travelling in from the coast. I've found myself thinking about them a lot.”

Kylo shrugged. “It was only a few months. Things have changed since then.”

“Which is why we should give it another try.” Kylo jolted in slight surprise when he felt Hux's cool hand lay over his own on the arm of the chair. He turned to find Hux looking directly into his eyes. “Stay here for a week after the tourney is over, and I'll have convinced him to come. Kylo.” A tacit command from Hux, as usual, instead of a request.

Kylo nodded.

[break]

So Kylo waited by the city gates, where Hux had sent a messenger bird that he should meet them. He was nervous, when he first spotted the black dot on the distant path that he was sure was them, shuffling from one foot to the other and gripping Silence's reins tight, like that would do anything. He was wondering how he should greet Poe; hello, certainly, and he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from smiling, but he found that he also wanted to give him a hug, press their lips together, feel that he was really thereagain, after the nearly two years they'd spent apart.

It turned out he needn't have worried, since Poe sprang forward and clasped him into a hug without prompting, talking immediately about where they would be going and how good it would be to be back on the road.

Hux had merely given him a look that said I told you so, and followed after the excitable bard.

That had been nearly two weeks ago.

It turned out that Hux was entirely right; things were different than before, and they were better. The things that had changed were these:

Hux had brought a horse with him, this time, and several other magical items, such as a tent which was far larger inside than it appeared. Poe hadn't bothered with a horse, since he hadn't needed one before, and had thus left the money with which to pay for its upkeep back at home, planning instead to sing for his money like he used to. Kylo rather liked this; it reminded him of old times, when he steadfastly refused to let Poe ride Silence, in case it tired her out too much. The tent, on the other hand, felt annoyingly like Hux was living in style while the two of them were stuck outside, since Hux had never invited them in and Kylo, for one, wasn't about to invite himself.

It seemed Hux and Poe had also developed a much closer friendship, in the time Hux had spent at court. It made Kylo feel a little like he had missed out, like he had time to catch up on, like there was something impenetrable he couldn't access. Kylo supposed it must be similar for Hux, since he and Poe had known each other for so long before he met them, and again for Poe, given that winter when it was only him and Hux, but times like these – Poe and Hux discussing something so academic that Kylo knew so little about – could be daunting as much as interesting.

Mostly, Kylo felt like he still had to make something up to Poe, and he wasn't sure how to do it. He should probably just have a conversation with him about it, but the words never came, and bringing it up when nobody was thinking about it would, he was sure, just sour the mood. And if he just left it, the tension would have to break eventually.

[break]

Ahead of him on the road, Hux and Poe's little argument seemed to have reached a peak point. Kylo had been too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to what they were saying, but now Poe had stopped walking, raising open arms in that way of his that was almost defeated, but actually said he still thought he was right. It was very cute, like he was a turtle with a lute for a shell, and Kylo couldn't help but think his annoyed expression was charming as well.

When Silence reached the spot where Poe was standing, watching Hux ride on with his usual haughty confidence, Kylo hummed. “Did he win?”

Poe huffed, moving again to keep up with Silence's ambling pace. “No, but he's acting like he did. He always thinks he's right.”

Kylo thought about it for a beat; Hux did indeed always think that he was right. It was one of the things that had caused friction in their attempt at a relationship that one winter. It wasn't that all three of them couldn't be stubborn, more that Kylo and Poe had much more ability to hold out against each other's pestering than either of them seemed to have against Hux. One narrowing twitch of those steely-grey eyes, and anyone with even half a sense of self-preservation would surrender. So Kylo could sympathise with Poe's little pout.

They came to the edge of the forest, the village where they planned to stop a short way before them across a few fields. Kylo drew Silence to a halt and put out a hand to Poe, who looked at it first with surprise and then joy. He quickly allowed Kylo to help him up, settling just behind the Witcher, his chest pressed to his back, their thighs brushing against each other with every movement. Kylo could feel it all, and he tried not to let his stomach flip too much when Poe's arms snaked around his sides, hands locking at his front. He cursed inwardly that today he'd chosen to forgo some layers in favour of his cooler shirt.

But then Poe was saying to him over his shoulder – though it felt more like murmuring in his ear - “Come on, I wanna see Hux's face.”

Kylo prodded Silence to walk on, closing the distance on Hux. As they passed, Kylo felt Poe remove one hand to wave at the mage. Looking around, it was in almost slow motion that Hux's expression went from one of mild astonishment to annoyance to jealousy.

“See you there, Hugs!” Poe said, and Kylo smiled to himself.

#darkgingerpilot #armitage hux #poe dameron #kylo ren #kylo/hux/poe #kylux #darkpilot #gingerpilot #my writing #fanfiction #witcher au #fantasy medieval au #even if he doesn't say so

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littlespaceporgs · 4 years

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The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 5

Or Leah loses her shit at Jar Jar, thirsts for Aayla Secura for an episode and a half, and then swoons for Riyo Chuchi.

Welcome once more to the Reacts series! I’m a busy woman for now but I am setting up a schedule for this series which will be

Today we’re covering episodes 12, 13, 14 and BONUS! 15. This is because I got super bored during episode 14 and basically didnt write anything so, here you go! As per usual, major spoiler alert for season 1 of the clone wars! If you haven’t read the previous parts to this series, I suggest you do so that you can follow along!

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We’re well past the half-way point, so there is 2 parts left of season 1, and then onto season 2! So lets get into it!

Episode 12: The Gungan General

> heheheheheheheh jar jar I am KEEN

> I get hondo and jar jar in one episode

>> this’ll be funny

>>> actually no scratch that, this is gonna be hilarious

> oh and they woke up in a cell this will be fun

> HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AND THEYRE BOUND TO DOOKU

> DISASTER I TELL YOU

> “if I keep my mouth shut you’ll devise a plan so get off the god forsaken planet?” “YES”

> this dude seems traitorous as fuck (im referring to one of the pirates, not dooku shockingly)

> I wish Ahsoka and Yoda were in this too, I want more disaster lineage

> ah he is indeed a traitor

> “HEIDY HO CHANCELLOR”

> JAR JAR WHOO

> “stop messing around, we’re landing. Secure yourself” “MESA TRYING ITS STUCK”

> promptly followed by jar jar falling everywhere

> oh and now he’s in the cockpit

> oh shit that senator guy is definitely dead right?

> “do control tour protégées insolence” “anakin, control your insolence, the count is concentrating”

> “do we know where we’re going?” “Ssh anakin” “DO we know where we’re going?”

> is it safe? Of course it i- riiiiiight

>> I forgot this was the clone wars for a second, this is gold

> FRIENDS DONT DRUG FRIENDS HONDO

> y’know, dooku’s quite amusing when he’s not trying to kill my favourite characters

> “are you now in command” “uh no, binks is the highest ranking” ooooohhhh boy

> ooooooohhhh and some mind tricks too, nice

> I hate to say this, but jar jar is actually smart

> holy shit

> beasties are nearby too, we’ll be fine. they run, we run

>> Dayum jar jar actually making good decisions?

> I present a real and accurate image of my reaction to this statement

> Mesa be having an idea oooohhh booooyyy

> obi wan that is no way to speak to your grandmaster

> be patient master the count is elderly and doesn’t move like he used to

> I would kill you both now if I didn’t have to drag your bodies

>> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH this is the only reaction I’ll accept

> then falling all over each other is the only thing I’ve ever needed to see

> “ this is not going well” no shit

> my question is why did obi wan not drop Dooku?? Does he actually still care about this man?

> you’re right, I don’t think youre going to be friends 🤦‍♀️😂

> sneaky lying snake

> bruh they don’t even know you’ve got the Jedi captive??????????

>> so how does that work you dumbass

> no shit, you will look like fools obi wan

> “there be some bombad clankers” 😂😂

>> “huh YOURE right, bombad clankers” I love the shock

> YOURE RIGHT HE IS SMARTER THAN HE LOOKS, GIVE JARJAR SOME CREDIT

> oh boy anakin, just keep your mouth shut genius

> man electrocution doesn’t look like fun

> HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

> The next few lines of confused joy are me reacting to jar jar somehow single handedly taking out 3 tanks

> what the fuck

> JarJar I I’m what-

> JUST DID A GOOD THING, I DONT REGERT THIS THING AT ALLLLLLLL

> fuckin JarJar was great

> “KILL HIM HES NOT A REPRESENTATIVE, HES A PLAGUE” I’m ded 💀😢💀

> serves you right you snake, now dooku gonna choke your ass

> oooohhhhh that’s how these two twits (hondo and obi-wan) became friends

> “and... he knows where you live” Oof the subtle threat is real

> hem I love obi wan very much and his sarcasm

Episode 13: Jedi crash

> I JUST SAW AAYLA I AM EXCITED I AM ALSO ATTRACTED TO HER VERY MUCH

> SHES HOT

> I LOVE HER

> AND HER VOICE JUST MAKES ME ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

> I wish I was bly, not gonna lie

> I have a quick question - the 501st colour is blue right? Then why do they have a gold squad, doesn’t the extra colours just confuse things?

> I love seeing anakin and Ahsoka in action coolest thing to watch

> And anakin

>> I am also quite attracted to him

>>> imagine dragging your hands through that hair as he- wait no I have minors in my followers not gonna finish that

> Uh oh

>> Oh anakin you twit

>>> HE LOCKED HOMSELF IN WITH AN EXPLOSION JDGKJDJFKFKFKFKFF

> HES INSANE

> Are all Jedi so reckless? Just the good ones - love this by the way

> Oooohh shit for a STAR

> I mean like? I know anakin doesn’t die, but this shit is concerning

> Perfected the art of destroying ships and getting master almost killed? Sounds familiar

> I hate it when they just call them “padawan “ it just feels very impersonal like bleh

> Like I love aayla but god the Jedi preach some bullshit

>> God forbid someone raises a child and gets attached to it

>>> Like for fucks sake

>>>> Can you tell this is something I’m passionate about?

> Anyway, moving on

> Oh hi anakin! You’re alive!

> That bird lookin thing is tryna eat my boy 😤

> Oop - well that dudes dead

> Aawwwwwww aayla looks so sad, this makes me sad too

> Can we just appreciate this?

> Well these little critters are cute

> Ooooohhh I think I agree with this little dude

> You can skip the paragraph if you like, its just me going off about ‘peacekeeping’

> Alright gonna get mildly into it for a second, the clone wars really gets into it with episodes like this, displaying how the entire galaxy was starting to lose faith in the Jedi and their peacekeeping ways, in the movies we just got that people just started hating the Jedi because they became part of the war, but this really fleshes it out and shows just how slowly and gradually the loss of faith is. Because he’s right, the Jedi aren’t peacekeepers anymore, they bring as much destruction with them that the separatists do and have become symbols of war. They’re fighting for a good reason yes, but they can no longer claim that they are peacekeepers or that they played no role in this war.

> ANYWAY BACK TO REACTS

> AH MY TWO FAVOURITE WOMEN AND A PRETTY BACKGROUND AGAIN!! They really do be doing me a great service

Part 14: Defenders of Peace

> I’m really not into this episode, just saying it now

> Anakins just as bad as obi wan, like honestly just chill bro, fucking REST

>> MY BOYS DESERVE SOME GODDAMN REST AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK-

> Okay but is it taking a life if it’s a droid?

> Ugh this dudes ugly as fuck

> What did you think was gonna happen?? Of course your village was going to be ransacked

> I could go on forever about the pointlessness of this war like it just makes me mad palpatine you slimy git-

> My reacts this episode are really boring huh, I’m not into it 😭

*fully I didn’t write anything for about 10 minutes here because it’s just a little boring*

> HOLY SHIT NOW THATS A FUCKING WEAPON

> Yep sorry that’s it for this ep, I’m so bored 😂

>> Anyway, bonus episode because that one was short!

Part 15: Trespass

> YES OBIWAN WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

> AND IS THAT RIYO CHUCHI I SPY?????

> Hahahahahahahhahahaha it’s not tatooine, you got that right

> Oh god this dude already sounds like a dick (its the chancellor dude but not palpatine)

> Why’s he so defensive over it?

> Oh yikes, that does not look good

> Seppies don’t do that though - this is... odd

> Ah and the same thing has been done to the droids

> Off topic, but I think I’m going to make a clone wars drinking game that I can do while I do my reacts, so I’m going to make that this week, send me your ideas in the comments or dm me!

> Back to ep - pfffffffttt obi wans little taps and then anakin really goes WHACK

> Anyway I’m going to do this in the next couple days and then every Friday night I’ll watch a few eps and drink away

> Alright back to the episode once more

> Abominable snowman????

>> Definitely

> This is gonna go well isn’t it?

> “Well? Say something”

>> “Just shut up” *visible eye roll*

> What the fuck is their mouth

> Okay really obi wan, I think it’s pretty clear they don’t speak basic

> YEEEEEEAAAHHH THATS MY BOI ANAKIN

> Awwwwwwww that shits cute, fucking bear huugggg I want to be hugged like that

> I’m not fussed if it’s anakin, obi wan or kit fisto but please someone love me

>> Preferably kit fisto

> Anyway this dudes a dick (again, its the chancellor dude)

> They obviously have intelligence, and this dude has issues

>> I’m thinking he’s trying to compensate for something 👀

> Oof you really gonna tell a Jedi what to do?

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA the other people’s were there already

> Ugh he reminds me of my very racist grandparents oh boy

> You’ve been told like 4 times that it is not your jurisdiction anymore and you still can’t take it?

>> BRUH

> She’s so tiny and adorable and her voice is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰

>> Oh no

>>> I’m simping for another character

> Surely this guy dies

> HAHAHAHAHAH HE JUST GOT SPEARED SERVES YOU RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER

> What a dick, he shall not be missed

> She’s just, so pretty??? And smart????

>> FUCK MY BISEXUAL ASS CANT HANDLE THIS

> he’s seriously not dead yet?

> AAAHH RIYO YOU SMART GIRL YEEEEESSSS NEGOTIATE THAT PEEEEAAACCEEEE

> THATS MY GIRL SENATOR CHUCHI YEEEESSS

Welp that’s it for today folks, it was lovely, see y’all at some point this week where I say the drinking game rules and then next drunken Friday (even though these are gonna be released on saturdays but I write them on fridays?)

#the clone wars #tcw #the clone wars reacts #reacts series #star wars ahsoka #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #kit fisto #riyo chuchi #jar jar binks #basically a leah simp fest #fucking sigh #it took one (1) ep for me to simp

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mandowh0re · 5 years

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Baby For a Week

Day 2

Summary: Loki decides it would be funny to turn Peter into a two year old, thrusting Tony into the life of an actual parent for a week. Is he ready?

Word count: 725

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, swearing

A/N: I know, I KNOW. This is short and WAY late. It would be better if I finished it tomorrow but it’s late and I made a bet with @do-you-downey that is give her $10 if I didn’t post tonight. So here’s this. I will work on the drabbles and more of this tomorrow. This is also not edited because I’m fucking tired, okay? Working 40+ hours a week and writing is hard.

Happy reading!

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The thing about baby Peter was that he was ten thousand times cuter that normal, which is already fucking adorable.

Because of this, Natasha and Wanda were absolutely in love with Peter’s new size.

Tony watched as the women cooed at baby Peter, who was giggling in return.

Sighing, Tony downed the rest of his coffee and put the mug in the sink.

The elevator dinged and Tony turned to see May step out.

“May!” He started. FRIDAY hadn’t alerted him that she was on her way up.

He quickly glanced to make sure Peter was safe, on the floor and not in the midst of some dangerous stunt (i.e. crawling on the ceiling).

“Hey Tony,” She smiled, then looked to where Tony glanced just a second ago to see Peter babbling nonsense to the girls.

“Thank God you’re here. I have no clue what I’m doing. I’m literally using the Avengers as distractions.”

May laughed, “I think you should give yourself a little more credit. He’s still alive, isn’t he?”

“Not helpful,”

“Sorry,” May snickered as she pulled a piece of paper out of her purse, “I reconstructed what I could remember of his daily routine when he was little. Obviously some adjustments will have to be made. But at least you have an outline and an idea of what to do.”

Tony carefully took the paper from May and read it over five times before speaking.

“Thank you. Seriously. You have no idea how much this helps.”

She shrugged, and then turned to face where Peter was currently watching Wanda manipulate her powers into different shapes.

“Hey, Petey.”

Peter’s head snapped in her direction. As soon as he made eye contact with her, he screamed and jumped to his feet, running clumsily towards her.

“Auntie May!!!”

May scooped up the small boy and swung him around.

“I miss you being this little.” She said, tickling his belly and making him giggle.

“Where Uncle Ben?” Peter asked through his giggles.

The entire room fell silent. You didn’t need enhanced hearing to hear a pin drop in the next room.

May took in a sharp breath, “He’s on a trip right now,” she said though a forced smile.

“When back?”

May huffed out a small laugh and kissed Peter’s forehead, “I’m not sure yet, sweetie.”

“Hey bud,” Tony stepped in, “Why don’t you show May your toys?”

Peter’s eye lit up and he squirmed until his aunt put him on the ground.

He pulled on her hand, “Come here!”

***

After a full morning and afternoon of Peter forcing May, Nat, Wanda, and Bucky into playing with his toys, hide and seek, duck duck goose, and things of the like, May announced that she had to leave to get ready for work the next morning.

As she headed out, she grabbed Tony’s wrist and pulled him aside so that they could speak privately.

“I know you think you can’t handle this, but you can,”

“May, I-“

“Ahh. I’m not finished. I can see the fear and doubt in your eyes. You’ve never had to take care of a child this young before. But you do take care of Peter. And right now Peter needs you. More so than when he’s a grumpy teenager. So whatever anxieties you have, whatever fears you have about this, lock them in a box and throw them in the lake.”

Tony bit the inside of his cheek to steel himself because he was not about to cry in front of May Parker.

Nodding, Tony silently agreed.

“Good. I’ve gotta go now. Happy’s waiting for me. But you’re a good mentor, Tony. And you make an even better dad.”

That caused Tony to choke, and sputter out an incoherent answer.

May winked as she headed into the elevator, “Pepper and I talk.”

And the doors shut on a stunned Tony.

It was quiet for a moment before Steve’s voice came from Tony’s right.

“She’s right, you know.”

He startled, grasping his chest.

“Jesus! Can I get just a moment of privacy in this forsaken building?” He muttered as he walked past Steve.

When they walked back into the common area, Peter was curled up against Bucky, Iron Man plushie clutched tightly in one hand, and his other thumb in his mouth.

Tony’s heart was not going to survive this whole ordeal.

***

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stickyheart · 6 years

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alphabet tag!

tagged by @angeljin

a // age: 18

b // birthplace: the dalles, OR

c // current time: 11:03am

d // drink you had last: woter......

e // easiest person to talk to: my therapist?? i dont talk to people irl bfhjdbfhfjks

f // favourite song: i have been listening to seventeen getting closer continuously for three days.

g // grossest memory: im not sure :// maybe that time i got sick at the fair

h // horror yes or horror no: horror terrifies the absolute shit out of me but do i still watch scary things? yes.

i // in love: i havent had a real crush since junior year my dude

j // jealous of people: nah

k // kids of your own someday: i dont want kids at the moment but if i ever did want any i’d want to adopt

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: walk by again i may be super observant but also feelings? none

m // middle name: lee

n // number of siblings: :0c

o // one wish: let me get out of this god forsaken toxic living situation 2019. please.

p // person you last called: my work to call in sick fgdjshhfkjds

q // question you’re always asked: are you old enough to have graduated??

r // random fact about you: i used to be super athletic when i was younger. i took karate and soccer for years

s // song you last sang: found & lost by survive said the prophet. this may sound religious but its actually just an anime opening

t // time you woke up: uhhh nine i think?? i only slept like 7 hrs

u // underwear colour: white

v // vacation destination: seaside/astoria!! there aint much there but i love the aesthetic

w // worst habit: bitin me fuckin nails and fingers til i bleed

x // x-rays: i sprained my ankle when i was like 4 and i had to get x-rayed

y // your favourite food: i could live off honey/hot cheetos for my whole life and be happy

z // zodiac sign: leo sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising, leo mars, virgo venus

#those r all the signs i can remember fhjdsbgkfsd #i speak #ty for taggin me uwu

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 7 years

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Set Her Free

This wasn’t a request, but I had this pop in my head out of no where and I had to write it down. Still have a long way to go for to properly write a mythical type of AU, but I still liked writing this (I’m a sucker for mythical/fantasy shit)!! Worry not, requests and reactions are still on the way!! <3

Monsta X

Who: Im Changkyun (I.M)

Genre: Fantasy/Mythical Creatures, Romance

Words: 6.5k

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Changkyun wasn’t sure how he found himself in this position, in the position to work under scientists of the state, becoming an assistant to government known and trusted brainiacs. More than that, he wasn’t sure how he found himself being a keeper of deep government secrets and finding, more specifically you.

Somehow, he work in scientific research and his many theories and thesis’s won over someone’s heart in Korea, as he received an email tell him to contact a given number, only to figure he was calling a well known scientists working on classified experiments. When he was offered a time to come and witness the way of the science government doesn’t reveal, under the exception he work as an assistant.

When the day came for him to start his ‘new job’, he couldn’t even drive himself there. Apparently, where he was going to tour around with his superior was a private facility that was blocked off to the public. He was picked up with a driver in a black car, like you’d see in those spy movies. He was dressed in dark pants that weren’t ruined, a partially tucked in shirt and a jacket with a bag he slung over his shoulder with his papers and research.

He was told to wear what he wished, and to bring his papers and files to confirm it was indeed him, so he sat in the back of this car, staring out the window as his driver took him to this facility. He’d be lying if he wasn’t nervous. Normally, no one would rightfully accept this offer without some sort of meeting prior, or making sure what he was being dragged into wasn’t some illegal business or scam, but he only kept thinking that if there really was more to science that he could learn, he wanted to.

So, when he entered a tunnel and took a turn to approached a caged off location with a large building inside of it far outside of town and near the sea, he was more than a bit surprised. The drive was long, but he was anxious and excited the entire time. When his driver pulled into a parking garage and parked the car, Changkyun left the car and was greeted by a man in a lab coat and a ID hanging around his neck.

They exchanged handshakes, the man apparently was foreign, not from Korea, but spoke Korean well. He explained as he started walking, Changkyun following after him, bag on his shoulder, that he was a scientist called from America to help study a specific subject that had appeared within the last few weeks.

“What was the new subject? Is it a mineral or spore or something that they needed to call you all the way from the States?” The scientist shook his head with a chuckled as they stepped into an elevator from the parking garage. The options for floors went to 6 basement levels and 6 upper levels. He pressed the the buttons to head to a lower floor, B4.

“No, it’s no spore or mineral. It’s a new species so to speak. We’ve only heard rumors of it for years, centuries even.” Changkyun didn’t know if it was something heard in private behind the scenes or governments for years, or if it was a rumor that was known to the public. Either way, he assumed he was on his way to see a government secret. He had more questions of course, but he didn’t ask any. He would save what he had for whatever didn’t get answered in time.

When the elevator came to a stop and the metal doors slid open he was following the scientist out as he was met with a long hall with a single room at the end of it, closed off with a set of pretty dramatic looking metal doors. In the hall was desks of different scientist with different set ups of machines and technology. Papers would be stacked on one desk, another would be filled with tags for something, there were even small bags of blood resting on one desk with a set of pliers and different medical looking equipment.

“There sure is a lot going on in here.” Changkyun whispered, more to himself, as he looked around. The scientist heard him though and responded.

“Of course, we’ve had to do tests and experiments for our find.” Changkyun felt a chill run up his spine into his neck for some reason as he spoke. The scientist used an almost cold voice, like one of a sadistic pleasure.

“What did you find?” The scientist moved to the giant door at the end of the corridor as he approached a keypad and ID scanner.

“You’ll see once these doors open. Don’t be too frightened by her attitude thought, it can be a bit obnoxious.” Changkyun spared the man a side glance as he spoke and punched in a code of number before sliding his card into a reader. Soon, after the green light showed the information entered was correct and valid, the door slid open and the scientist walked inside, Changkyun following him.

The room was large and the only thing in it was one table you’d find in a hospital for surgerys, and along the back wall an entire tank full of water, coral, seaweed, shells and all sorts of sea life. It was like a miniature aquarium with the tank taking up the entire wall from either side and nearly reaching the ceiling. On one end of the tank, was a small pulley operated crane with a fish net attached to it, obviously used to scope something out.

“So, this new species is a type of ocean life?” The man nodded as he approached the table and picked up a small remote, walking back over to Changkyun.

“Indeed. She tends to be a bit shy towards strangers, so we’ll have to bring her out using this. I’m sure she can see us, hiding in some seaweed or what not.” He moved closer to the tank as he started raising his voice, talking to whatever he wanted to get the attention of inside. “You know what this little remote does darling. You want to come out, or do you want to do this the hard way?”

Changkyun approached the glass tank next to the man, and jumped with a piece of coral was thrown at the glass from inside, out of seemingly nowhere. The man only clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Hard way it is.” There were two different buttons on the remote, one with a lightning bolt on it and the other with a symbol of to releasing clamps. He pressed the bolt button and once he did, Changkyun jumped at the sudden movement out of the corner of his eye. Over in a tall, thick bed of seaweed, something started moving or thrashing about. Whatever it was, Changkyun saw part of it slam against the glass. The way the seaweed thrashed worried him.

“What did you do?” He asked, both form worry and curiosity.”

“I just gave her a little electric shock as a boost.” He widened his eyes. They were electrocuting whatever was in this tank?! “But, wouldn’t the shock spread through the water and injure the other life?” The man shook his head.

“No, we modified this particular method to work only through the body of the tagged.”

“So, the shock is in the tag? You tagged it?”

“Her.” The man corrected. “And yes, we did. Ah, there she is.” The grin that broke out on the man’s face made Changkyun’s face twist as he looked back into the tank. Through the plants, he saw a human like arm reach out of it. He jumped, thinking someone was in there, but before he could fully react, the thing in the seaweed swam out rapidly.

They had swam past the front glass of the tank, banging against it, startling CHangkyun to the point he stumbled on his feet and fell to his rear. What he was looking at made his mind rell. This had nothing to do with science, this was just discovering that an old myth did exist. He didn’t believe it at first, that he was looking at this being.

Changkyun couldn’t believe he was looking at a mermaid right now. That he was looking at you.

Your hair was long and flowing behind you as you thrashed around in the tank. He couldn’t see your face clearing because of your rapid movements and your hair masking it. Your chest had scales of beautiful pastel violet and teal that seemed to grow over your breasts, unlike in the movies were they had shells. Your tail started at your hips, just below were a human’s pelvis would be and the same shades of violet and teal mixed all the way down to the bright blue fins.

He didn’t have to see your face to notice your beauty and you were still in pain from the shock. Changkyun shot up, dropped his bag off his shoulder and grabbed the remote without thinking form the man. When his thumb came off that shock button, your thrashing stopped and you seemed to relax and float back to the bottom of the tank, on the sand.

“Can’t you see that with you constantly holding that button, it hurts her?!” He was confused and worried. Sure, this is a breakthrough is some many ways, but then he thought of the bags of blood in the other room, the medical equipment, the papers and the god forsaken remote in his hand. With so many people and tests, he thought you must be in pain.

“She’s the first mermaid the human race has seen in records-”

“And that gives you the right to treat her like an animal?!” He was getting more and more worked up. “She’s not an animal,she’s not a pet. That girl-,” he pointed to your unconscious figure in the tank, “is a living being and she doesn’t deserve to be shocked just because she’s more than likely terrified!” He threw the remote behind him as it broke against the wall and took deep breaths.

He knew that his words and actions might give him hell, and probably even kicked out, but he didn’t care. If anything, he’d only want to stay and try and keep you safe. He wanted to get to know you and know your pain. He’d want to make sure to be your friend so you wouldn’t hurt as much as you would if you were alone.

The scientist sigh as he crossed his arms.

“I accepted this kind of reaction from someone like you. You put a lot of your personality into your thesis’s and your work, so this was rather appropriate of you.” Changkyun rose his brow at him. Did he… literally make an hypothesis on how he would react to a fucking mermaid? “That being said, I really only sought you out to keep out scaled beauty company.”

Changkyun blinked at him, now more composed than before.

“Excuse me?”

“I wanted to bring you here to see if you would be able to form a bond with her.” The man looked at the tank again. “She refuses to speak to us, if she can speak at all.” Changkyun had to stop himself from scoffing, or course she didn’t speak to you. He wouldn’t speak to a group of psycho-scientists keeping him in a cage with electric shocks either. “However, if you were to introduce her to a seemingly harmless body with no intentions of learning about her through science, she may just try and communicate.”

Changkyun was both pleased and angry. He was pleased that he’d be able to stay and do what he wanted, like forming a bond and trying to help her. But, he was also angry that they wanted results of communication from her so badly they resorted to using an outside force instead of just changing their tactics.

“I assume I have no choice in the matter either way.” The man smiled to him, in a threatening way that was masked in innocence.

“Correct. Now, how about I leave the two of you alone for a bit, hm?” He nodded his head as he walked past Changkyun to pick up the pieces of the broken remote. “This will need to be repaired.” Changkyun’s jaw clenched at his words as he glared at his back as he left and the metal doors shut behind him, leaving only Kyun and the mysterious mermaid.

Changkyun sat on the ground for a time before he saw your arms and tail start to twitch, signalling your consciousness coming back to you. When you moved to start lazily floating above the sand, you saw Changkyun as he stood and bolted for the seaweed again. Changkyun ran to the tank’s glass and tapped on it.

“Hey, come back! I’m not going to hurt you!” He tapped on the tank with his finger and as you peeked out from the plants, he offered you a smile. “I won’t hurt you.” He said it quieter, but he doubt that you could hear him. He motioned you to come closer to the glass with a smile and a small wave. You did so, not seeing a smile like that from anyone else. When you got to the glass, he finally got to see your face.

Bright, wide e/c eyes and plush pink lips in one your face was enough to capture him. You had traces of scales on your cheekbones but they were faint almost like they use to be there, but had been removed. Changkyun pointed to his cheeks as he asked you about it.

“You cheeks? What happened?” He mouthed it slowly just in case you did understand him. You brought your own fingers to trace your cheeks, and felt the empty spaces instead of your smooth scales. You shook your head and pointed to the door. Changkyun looked over his shoulder and started feeling annoyed again.

“They took them?” You nodded and he rose his brows. “Can you understand me?” You nodded again and pointed to your lips, signaling you could read his lips. He nodded as you then looked to where the small pulley operated crane at the end of your tank. He hadn’t noticed it before, but there was a basket just large enough for a person to stand in and be taken to the top of the tank.

Changkyun looked back to you as you pointed to it then pointed up.

“You want me to go to the top of the tank?” You nodded as you swam with him as he walked to to the crane. He walked inside the basket as he flipped a switch as it took him up the net attached to the basket following him. He watched as you swam to the surface of the tank and waiting for him. You didn’t actually break the surface until he was at the top and leaning over to look inside.

“Hello.” He greeted again as you slowly pushed your head over the water and rose your body just enough so where your shoulders were out of the water. You looked at him, your hair wet and sticking to your forehead as water dropped off your bangs and down your face.

“Hello….” You had responded in a small voice. He smiled as he rested his arms o the side of the tank.

“So you do understand me. Did you learn this language?” You nodded.

“Mermaids tend to learn the language of the land closest to where they live. I was born in the seas closest to Korea, so I’ve been learning this language since I was born.” Changkyun nodded at you.

“Interesting. You speak it well. Do you know any other language?” You shook you head.

“Do you?” He nodded at your question.

“Yeah. I can speak English.” You tilted your head at this statement.

“English? Isn’t that the language they learn in the west?” He nodded. He explained how he use to live in America and learned how to speak English fluently in his 3 years in Boston. When you asked him to speak English so you knew what it sounded like, he did so and your eyes lit up with interest. He chuckled at you.

“Do you want to learn English? I can always teach you a few things.” You smiled at him in excitement and he saw your tail move just a bit more rapidly in happiness. He chuckled at you and also took the time to admire your smile. “You know, you’re really cute when you smile.” You were taken aback by his statement and tilted your head.

“Cute?” He nodded. “What is that? Is it a compliment?” He blinked at your question. Did you seriously not know what ‘cute’ was.

“It’s a compliment. It means that I like the way you look when you smile.” You nodded. You didn’t know that, no one had ever taught you that word or called you it before.

“You’re the first one to call me cute.”

“I’m honored.” You chuckled at him as he smirked. If cute was something you thought about someone when you liked the way they looked, you then in turned called him cute.

“I think you’re cute when you smile too.” Changkyun playfully held his chest at your innocence and laughed. You held casual conversation for a while longer before the door started opening again and you had disappeared under the water again and away from Changkyun. It wasn’t until you were gone and he was lowering himself down in the basket, that he hadn’t even told you his name. He didn’t get yours either.

The man from before entered the room with a grin.

“I see you and her were having a conversation. Talk about anything interesting.” Changkyun clicked his tongue.

“What’s it to you.”

“Ah, but you two did speak yes?”

“We did, but only small phrases she’d picked up from listening in on you people I’m sure.” He didn’t want to tell him that she could basically speak fluent Korean, so he lied about how much she could communicate. He had to watch what he said and did, or else it could turn out to be more tests done on you. After talking with you for that short time, he already knew he didn’t want you get get hurt anymore.

In fact, he had wanted nothing more than to get you out of that facility and back into the sea. He thought about it if it were him who was captured by a different species he didn’t know existed and the more the thought about how he would feel in your position, the more he wanted to change it.

And, almost too simply, Changkyun was picked up and dropped over nearly daily to visit with you. You trusted him since day one, as you couldn’t see any ulterior motive for him to possible gain your trust only for him to hurt you. His eyes, voice and even movements were much more slower and gentle than the others you’ve seen.

You’d watch as his eyes ignited with rage when he came back one day to more of your scales missing, or when that stupid shocking remote was fixed, or even when he’d see new bags of blood resting in the corridor. He’d always express his hatred for the way you were treated. But, other than all the bad that surrounded you all day, every day, he was a light of good.

He’d teach you more words in Korean you hadn’t heard, and even teach you English. He’d be impressed with how well you learned and how happy you looked while being taught. In turn, he’d ask you questioned. About how you live, how it feels to be able to be in water and air, even if land was a limited thing.

It was just another normal day that he spend sat at the edge of your tank in the metal basket. You had taken to sometimes pulling yourself to rest your arms on the side of the tank as well, getting closer to him as your torso would be out of the water. He’d always worry that you’d dry out, so he’d always remind you to go in the water every now and again. He left that day just like any other, but when he came back the next day, you didn’t greet him as you normally did.

He tapped on the glass of the tank, just in case you didn’t hear him enter. Still getting no response, he got in the small basket to travel to the top of your tank and called for you. He was starting to get a small pit of fear in his stomach that he tried to calm.

“She’s probably just sleeping.” He tried to reason, but nothing felt right to him. He was content on just waiting for you to appear, if you would, but the glimpse he got of your tail made him lean over to nearly touch the surface of the water. It looked like your fin had been torn. He, thinking now that you might not visit him, decided he’d go to you. He removed his shoes and peeled off his shirt as he jumped into the water of the tank.

The temperature made him yelp slightly as the bubbles of air left his mouth. He swam up to regain his breath as he took breaths to calm his body to the sudden temperature change. He then took a breath before diving back into the water. He swam to the bottom of the tank and suspended his body in the water by the seaweed before pushing it away. He saw you, your arms covering your face as you faced away from him.

Your shoulder shook slightly, as you were crying. Changkyun figured it be hard to cry in water, where your tears disappear, but as you reached out to your shoulder and you jolted to see what touched you, he saw the red rimmed around you eyes. You watched wide eyed as his pants were darker because of the water and how his hair moved in every direction due to the water constantly moving.

“Changkyun?” You had told each other your names on the second day of his job, feeling a bit foolish for the lack of formailites on the first. For some reason though, he could understand you perfectly. It was like you weren’t in water at all, it made him forget he was in water. He opened his mouth to respond, but only noises and air bubbled emerged from his mouth as he started to couch under the water.

You quickly moved from your bed of seaweed and grabbed his arm as you swam quickly to the surface, pulling him over it. He gasped as he coughed more and ran a hand over his face, slicking back his hair. You looked at him in both a glare of anger and worry. You worried over his well being as he wasn’t in the state to be in such cold water, and anger for not thinking about his health. He watched you narrowed your eyes at him and pouted.

“Hey, in my defense, I called for you and you didn’t answer.” Your expression changed to a shocked one.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

“Clearly.” You moved to swim to the edge of the tank, to put him back on the edge of the tank, but he tried to stop you. “What happened to your fin.” He didn’t really ask it as a question, as he was already feeling anger bile up in his throat, and you hadn’t even answered. Honestly, you didn't have to, he was fairly sure he would guess.

“The evil men cut some of it. For DNA testing, or something. I wasn’t really listening.” You looked away as Changkyun only sighed and bottled up his anger for a little longer. He swam closer to you and pulled your chest to his. The scales that covered your breasts weren’t as rough as Changkyun first thought, they were even smooth. You’re skin too.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could take you out of this nightmare.” You could feel his legs as he tread the water with the movement of the water and the occasionally touch of your tail. You moved your tail to support his weight water weight as you slowly encased your arms around him like he did you. Sure, back in the sea, you’d hug your friends on occasion, but hugged a human was so strange.

Their skin was much more dry than a mermaid, and their scent was different, even when submerged in water. Their clothing was a strange texture against you scales and all in all, it was comforting. You wanted to be held, wanted to be consoled, but you always considered yourself strong, but when Changkyun held you, it was like silent permission to be weak for one single moment.

It was times like this that you wondered if humans were more like the evil people who has been keeping you caged up, or if there are more like Changkyun who care and are warm. Changkyun ran his hand up and down your bare back, your hair tangling about his fingers occasionally. After what seemed like an eternity, you pulled away from him and smiled to him, signalling you were okay now.

“I’m going to figure out a way to get you out of here.” Your smile faltered.

“Changkyun-”

“I’m serious. I’m sick of this.” He motioned to you, as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks, scaled just not starting to grow back in from the previous ones that were removed. “I know you don’t want to be filled with this false hope that you’ll be free again, but just trust me. Trust that I’ll figure something out. No matter what it takes.” He moved to make sure he was maintaining eye contact with you the entire time he spoke, and he wouldn’t allow you to break it. He was serious, he meant every word.

“Do… do you promise?” You spoke softly. He nodded.

“I’ll even pinky promise on it.” You looked at him confused.

“Pinky promise?” He chuckled, expecting you did know what this ultimate form of truth and promise meant.

“It’s a very serious deal that I won’t lie and I’ll do as I say. All you do is lock pinky’s,” He extended his as you slow did yours and he took finger into his, “and finally now we reach over and touch thumbs. Just to make it completely official and serious.” So with a movement of both, the pads of your thumbs touch and the promise was complete.

“That’s a strange way of keeping promises for humans.” He scoffed.

“It’s not that strange. I bet you fish people just slap your fins together and call it good.” You rolled your eyes.

“No! We exchange scales for promises. If we give a piece of ourselves to someone, it’s like holding the promise in our hands and we can’t forget about it or else we have to painfully attach the scale that isn’t ours to our arms as a constant reminder that we lied.” You spoke it in such a straight face as you sighed. “I’ve never broken a promise, so I’m all clean. I just think your ‘pinky promises’ are so simplistic.”

“Woah, that’s pretty deep.”

“Well of course, merpeople are a truthful race. We have very few liars.”

“I mean to be fair, there’s an old saying that if we break pinky promises, we have to swallow a certain amount of needles.” You gasped.

“That must be painful!”

“We don’t actually do it. There’s a very high chance we’d die if we did.” You two sat in the water in silence for a moment before laughing. You spent the rest of this day swimming around in the tank with Changkyun until he was sitting out, drying his pants slightly before he had to go.

More and more days passed and Changkyun always reminded you of his promise and one day he found out some information by being just a tad bit nosy. He had overheard something about you being moved to an island facility to expose you to more wildlife experiments, and sure enough, written on a clipboard he just so happen to peek at, he got your date of shipment.

That was his only chance to get you out. So, as the day soon rolled around, as expected, Changkyun was incharge of getting you to the upper levels for transport and even accompany you to the bay where you would be boarded on a ship and moved. He told you not to worry, as today was the day he would set you free.

They had moved you into a much small tank, just the size for you and your tail to barely squeeze inside. Your shocking tag had been removed for the transport as you were stuffed in the small tank. YOu were placed on a wheeling cart as Changkyun pushed you to the elevator, and into the parking garage where you were loaded into a van along with him beside you.

The staff knew you would offer trouble to anyone and everyone other than Changkyun, so he was incharge of you entirely. So, when you were both unloaded at a port with a small boat prepared to move you Changkyun looked to you and mouthed ‘brace yourself.’

With an, actually pretty believable, act of trying over the boards of the dock, he stumbled as he pushed the tank and you over the side of the dock. Not letting go of the cart, he was pulled in as well. The staff and scientists all panicked as everything fell into the water below. Changkyun under the water now, worked quick to unclasp the top of the tank and you sprang out.

You both broke the surface of the water and looked to the shouting above you on the dock. Before anything else, You grabbed Changkyu around his waist his side to yours as you dove under the water and began swimming as quickly as you could. You kept glancing at the closed eyes of Changkyun under the water and the way he held his mouth and nose to keep his breath in as well as water out.

“I know where we are. I know a safe place, just hold on a little longer.” He heard you shout from under the water over the sounds of the seas rushing past his ears. He only nodded as he concentrated everything on keeping his breath in. HIs face began to turn red and he was ready to open his mouth unconsciously, but just as he did, you pulled him above the surface. He took harsh breaths as he felt you pull him into more shallow water under he was laying on a hard surface.

Finally opening his eyes, he found himself staring at the ceiling of a small cover by the seaside before you hovered over him into his vision.

“Are you okay?! I know we were under the water for a long time for humans!” He shook his head, his breath still labored but barible now. He chuckled as he reached to you and hooked his arms around your neck and pulled you on top of himself, hugging you as he laughed.

“I actually got you out of there. I’m so happy.” You chuckled back to him. Your long wet hair was cold to him, but he was just happy to hold you and not being surrounded by scientists or people with evil intentions. “You’re finally able to go home.” It was when he finally let his hidden sorrow show a little bit. “I’ll miss you know.” He sat up as you moved away from him and rested your tail over his stretched out legs.

“Well, do you visit the ocean often?” He thought about it He didn’t normally, but if he had even the slightest chance of seeing you among the waves, he’d definitely make more trips.

“I’d be willing to travel to the beach any day of the week if I got to see you again.” You smiled at him as you moved to lean closer to him slightly.

“Will you wait here for me for a bit longer. I want to get something for you.” He didn’t know what you wanted to do, but he figured he could wait since the scientists were probably in the middle of multiple hernias at losing such a precious specimen. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll wait. But be careful. They could be around looking for you.”

“I’ll stick to the sea bed, they can’t detect mermaids when they’re moving along the sand. Call it a camouflage trick of ours.” He rose his brows.

“Neat.” So, he left the cove and Changkyun. He peeled off his shirt and rang it out before setting it on a rock to dry in the sun that peeked in. He removed his shoes and socks as he messily ran his finger through his hair. Thankfully it was still midsummer, so he wasn’t cold.

It was maybe 2 hours later when he saw your tail flick up in the distance and second later you were swimming into the cove and pulling yourself closer to him. Around your neck was a shell with an old looking chain holding it to your chest.

“You waited for me!” He rolled his eyes at your smiled.

“I did say I would, didn’t I.” You nodded. “What’s with the shell?” You looked at the shell as you took it and pulled it over your head, your hair being pulled over your shoulder as the chain was removed from your neck.

“It’s a shell that will help you call me.” You offered it to him as he rose his brow, taking it and examining it.

“It looks like a regular old shell though?” You nodded as you called him closer to you, and he moved to be at your side.

“It was, but it’s been enchanted and modified for calling or summoning.” You pointed to the small nozzle at one end of the shell. “See, if you blow into this bit hear, it will emit a silent, but very high pitched call that only sea life can recognize. The pitch is loud even your land animals would hear it. The pitch comes out of the end,” you gesture to the open bit at the back of the shell, “and if you just blow for 5 seconds I will hear it and and be able to recognize the direction and sea you closest too.”

“Impressive. It’s like a dog whistle mixed with a cell phone.” He moved it around in his fingers as he tapped on it. “Does it break like regular shells do?” You nodded.

“Unfortunately yet, but since I also had this made to go along with it,” you gestured to a small earing in your ear, “I’ll know when it becomes damaged. When, or if it doesn't, just come here to this cover and leave it for me to find. I’ll take it and have it repaired in a day so you can come pick it up again.”

“Is the earing an amplifier as well?” You nodded. “

It helps me identify it’s you calling me.” You smiled as he looped it around his neck. “This way we don’t really have to say goodbye. We can still see each other.”

“I’ll have to get a case to put it in. This is my new treasure, you know that right?” You giggled at him. “I’m glad I’ll be able to see you again.” He playfully looked around as if someone was with you two in the cove before leaning and cupping a hand against your ear and whispering to you.

“Just for the record, I might have a little crush on you.” You looked at him as he pulled back, chuckled because he knew what you were about to say just by the look in your eyes.

“Crush? Isn’t that the action of flattening something?” You looked a bit concerned as he laughed.

“Yes, but is also means something else. It’s a good thing, trust me.” You wanted him to explain further but he didn’t, making you cutely pout when he told you he’d tell you someday, but not today. As the sun started showing signs of setting, you advised him to get back to his own society and find a place to sleep for the night. He set mental notes to move out of his previous home as soon as possible, since those scientist knew where it was.

Soon, you had left to the water, and already missing you, Changkyun blew into the shell. Not a minute later, your head was peeking out of the water not too far from him. He smiled as he cupped his hands over his mouth and shouted to you.

“I’ll see you soon Y/N! Please, be safe!!” You smiled and raised your hand to wave at him before disappearing into the water again. Luckily, a friend lived near where you had taken him so with little notice he decided to bunk there for a few night.

He had his things moved closer to the coast in an apartment building as he lived in a high story with a few of the ocean. He kept your shell kept in a small glass viewing box and would always take it with him when he planned to go to the shore. He’d always meet you in that coves or secluded areas where you could talk without risking being seen. He was pleased to see all your scales come back in and stay in place and even your fin had started healing.

You had also started wearing gems around your neck and around your wrists even having small shell rings and clips and you had shown him a shell crown a child had made for you once under the ocean where you lived. You were healthy and happier in the ocean just like he wanted and your smile never faded with him either.

Even though you never found out what this ‘crush’ of his was, he was happy seeing you as often as he did. He knew it’d be hard to try and maintain a relationship with someone like you. So, when you came to him one day and pulled yourself out of the water, only to show that your tai had started changing, your scales into flesh he would both be confused and worried.

You had worked and paid an innocent sea magician to help you change when your body wasn’t in water. He was at first angry at you for making such a decisions. He’s seen the Little Mermaid, and it almost ended badly for her, turning into foam and making a deal with a sadistic witch. But, when you assured him nothing would happen to you he forgave you.

You also made up for your innocence and your choice on the day you told him you may be in love with him.

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A Parting Gift

From @wolfrattle: The brotherhood without banners requests host on the way to the wall. Sandor is with them. What do you give your brother as he leaves?

"I am unsure that we should proceed, my lady... Lord Manfred gave strict orders that we were to defend the compound while he is with Lady Stark and the King in the North." The steward looked wary, his normally mild features arranged in evident displeasure. "These men are not northerners, to say nothing of being sworn to either Lord Manfred or the King in the North."

The woman standing beside him did not look at him nor change her own expression. "A man is away, and a woman is left in control of the Iron Keep. A woman has asked that a small group of men be allowed into the Iron Keep for a night, perhaps two." A pause, and she turned her hard grey eyes upon him. "Is a man refusing orders from the mistress of the Iron Keep?"

Dukat frowned, but gestured to the guards nonetheless. "You heard Lady Mara. Open the gate. Let these beggars in." The reluctance was clear in his voice as he gave the command. "I will report this to Lord Manfred, my lady."

Mara Ironheart nodded. "A woman would expect no less. A man's loyalty to her husband is known and appreciated. A woman will write to her husband, as well." She inclined her head. "A woman must greet her guests. A man will see to the arrangements for supper." With that, she swept past Dukat and headed for the entry hall, the heavy fur-trimmed hem of her blue gown sweeping the slate floor.

"Yes, my lady," Dukat muttered to her back. Whatever it was that held Lord Manfred to this strange woman from across the sea, Dukat did not understand it. Yes, she was beautiful, in a way. Not like Cersei Lannister was, or Margaery Tyrell had been, or Daenerys Targaryen was rumoured to be--but attractive enough. But she was so different from Westerosi women...and yet so certain that her way was best in all things. Stubborn, she was. Unreasonable. Why she, of all women, had thawed Lord Manfred was beyond his understanding. Unless, of course, Lord Manfred liked her stubbornness because it mirrored his own. Sighing heavily, Dukat shrugged the matter off and began his trek to the kitchens. She had a temper, this Lorathi lady his lord had brought home, and she would not be best pleased if supper were not ready when she expected it.

***

"And this is Beric Dondarrion, our leader." The Red Priest gestured to the one-eyed man near the fire.

Ser Beric bowed courteously. "Lady Ironheart, we are grateful for your hospitality. The North has seen more of the Winter than we had expected so early on. We will not impose upon you long, you have my word."

Mara smiled graciously. "A woman extends the welcome of the Iron Keep. A woman's husband is away, but a man would welcome those fighting against those who would destroy any threat to the North."

She gestured for the maid standing behind her to pour wine for the rag-tag group of men who now filled the sitting room. "Please, if men would make themselves comfortable... Supper will be prepared as soon as possible, and rooms are being made ready."

"You're too kind, Lady Ironheart," the Red Priest said in a too-loud voice. The heaviness of the alcohol on his breath tempted her to ask him to move away from the fire, for fear he might combust himself. But soon her attention was drawn away from the Red Priest and his cyclopic leader to the tallest member of their party. He stood well back from the roaring hearth, leaning his bulk against the granite wall. He silently took a glass of wine from the maid and drained it in one gulp.

Mara hid a smile. "Perhaps some mugs of ale, as well, for those with a greater thirst," she told the maid once the wine had been distributed. With a curtsey, the maid slipped out to fetch the

requested beverage. "As a woman has said, the Iron Keep offers hospitality to all those who seek to protect the North. All is available to men, with the exception of the Forge. A woman's husband

is most protective of his work. Even a woman is not allowed there without an invitation."

As the Brotherhood settled in to drink and warm themselves, Mara tried to catch the eye of the large man who kept himself apart. Subtlety was seemingly lost on him, as he stared into the fire from a distance and paid attention to nothing but his drink. Just as she began to feel she would have to resort to more blatant overtures, Mara heard Beric Dondarrion call out the name she'd had to restrain herself from using.

"Clegane!" the former knight called out. "You're a rude bastard, but surely you can spare a word of thanks for the hospitality of our gracious hostess?" Dondarrion's tone was light enough, but his expression indicated that he expected the hint to be taken.

Sandor Clegane grudgingly looked up from his brooding toward Mara. His eyes widened for the briefest of moments, then narrowed for an instant longer before he grunted out what might have been a"thank you."

Thoros chuckled. "You'd think his time at court would have given the Hound better manners," he joked, refilling his glass from the jug sitting on the table beside him.

Another member of the Brotherhood laughed. "Still better manners than our late lamented King Joffrey," he chimed in, drawing a laugh from most of the assembled men.

Just then, the door swung open to reveal Dukat. He bowed slightly to the group before turning his attention to Mara. "My lady, the cook is ready to serve supper for you and your...guests." His tone indicated supreme disdain for the guests and their presence in the Iron Keep.

If Mara heard the tone, she chose not to acknowledge it. "A man will lead the way to the dining hall. A woman begs indulgence--she will join you soon, but there are many duties which demand her attention." She watched the band of "brothers" follow Dukat out of the room and down the corridor. As Sandor Clegane neared the door, she stepped in front of him, blocking his path. She did not speak until the others were out of earshot, and her voice stayed low even then. "What the fuck are you doing with this lot??" she demanded.

Sandor snorted. "And you belong here, married to some fucking Northern fuck?" He shoved the heavy wooden door closed with one hand, leaving them alone together in the room. "Last I saw you, you were planning on heading back across the sea. This doesn't look like fucking Essos to me."

"Believe me, I'd rather be back in Braavos or Myr than freezing my tits off up here," she replied, moving closer to the fire. "But Manfred is attached to this gods-forsaken place, for reasons that baffle me."

This drew an eyeroll from Sandor. "Fuck 'im. Go on your own. 'S not safe here, especially this far north," he told her.

She sighed. "I don't know if you'll believe this when I say it, Sandor...but I love him. I didn't expect it, but I've fallen in love with the big lout. My place is here, at least for now."

Another snort. "You're dumber than he is, then, Meliora. All Northerners are crazy as rabid wolves, anyway--but you have no excuse."

"Yes, well, here we are. We're both stupid, I suppose...you're off chasing down an army of the dead, and I'm not running away from it." She placed one hand on his arm. "We're Cleganes. We both have more fight in us than sense."

Sandor nodded, picking up the wine jug and draining the last dregs. "Reckon so." He looked down at Meliora, into the grey eyes that matched his own. "If this goatfucker you've married doesn't protect you, I'll throw him into that damned forge of his."

This threat drew a genuine smile from Meliora. "I love you, too, brother." She paused, thinking, then nodded to herself as if she'd just come to a decision. "Find me tomorrow before you all leave. I want to give you something."

***

Thoros frowned and looked closer at the sword in Sandor Clegane's scabbard as the party tramped northeast toward the Wall and Eastwatch by the Sea. "That's not the same sword that you had before we came here..." he said, half a question, half an accusation.

"So?"

Beric turned around. "Let me see it, Clegane." It was not a request. Sandor ignored the demand and kept walking. "Clegane!" Beric's voice took on a harsher edge. "Clegane, by the Lord of Light, if you've stolen something from the Iron Keep, I--"

"I didn't steal shit, Dondarrion," Sandor growled. "It was a gift." He paused and unsheathed the longsword. It was nearly six feet in length, the blade gleaming in the dim winter sunlight. The relatively newly forged nature of the sword was obvious by the sheen of the metal. A polished opal the size of a hen's egg gleamed in the pommel of the sword.

"A gift?" The tone of disbelief was nearly palpable. "And just who gave you such a gift?"

Sandor pointed the sword at Dondarrion's chest. "Don't you call me a fucking liar. I'll kill you again, Lord of Light or no." He looked down at the sword and almost smiled. When he spoke again, his voice was incrementally lighter. "Lady Ironheart. She said it was much too big for her husband and she didn't think he'd need it. Said it was a sword for a big man." Sandor took one last look at the sword before sheathing it once more. "If you're done, we've got a long fucking walk still."

Thoros and Beric stared at each other, then back at Sandor. "You're saying that Manfred Ironheart's wife just gave you a sword out of his forge because she thought it suited you better??" Beric demanded, incredulous.

"What the fuck did I just say?" Sandor responded, his voice growing rough again. "If you want to stand there and freeze to death asking stupid fucking questions, suit yourself." He trudged on through the snow, which had drifted knee-deep in some places.

Beric shrugged and started after him. "We'll deal with it later. I'm not turning back now, and if Ser Manfred takes issue with it when he returns, that's between those two."

Thoros took a swig from his wineskin. "It’s a fine piece. What will you name it, then, Clegane?" he asked in a friendly tone.

"Only cunts name their swords."

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