#but I wish I could leave it and never look back🙂

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[kingofbodyrolls]

BTS fic recs: November 2023

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post to let them know that they’re appreciated 💜 And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | 💜 (*) | Dec (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Friend or Fuck by @joonsmagicshop [8K] // knj x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 A drunken night leads to a good morning.

🗨️ I really liked this 🥺 Namjoon was just so sweet, caring and gentle with OC. Really loved it 👏🏾 but why, oh why did Jungkook have to cockblock them 😂 I wanted the smut alright! The build up was so good, I was slightly frustrated with the ending 🙈 yes I’m a slut for smut okay 🙈 I’m hoping for a part two ✌🏾🙏🏾💜

⭐Emotions of the Soul 💯by @oddinary4bts [36.6K] // knj x f.reader // idol!au, childhood/teenage lovers to s2l2l // 🥵🌩️🥰

📝 When Namjoon reappears in your life after thirteen years of absence, you find yourself unsure of what he means to you, and of what you mean to him. Anxiety reigns over you, but will it be enough to drag you away from Kim Namjoon?

🗨️ This is another masterpiece from Ella! She is incredible at writing idol!au’s that just feels so goddamn natural and real 👏 The way Namjoon is written is just perfection and OC with her struggles, and they are goddamn human, yes – and that’s one of the beautiful parts in it!!! 😭I also reminded me of my own teenage breakup (gosh I was stupid back then, but not because of the breakup lol 😂). Anyway, please go and read it! As with everything Ella write, this is another to add to my favorites 💜

Seokjin

Nothing this month 😞

Yoongi

⭐Workaholic 💯by @hobiwonder [10K] // myg x f.reader // “‘strangers” to lovers (I don’t want to spoil!) // 🥵😂🥰

📝 Yoongi needs to relax and Hoseok has many tricks up his sleeve to make him. None of them Yoongi thought included hiring a hooker to pay him a visit one stormy night. 

🗨️ Wow okay, this was so freaking great! Like, what??? Incredible! A masterpiece! I really really loved it 🥺 everything was so fucking good, their chemistry, the tense build up ugh, so fucking good! 💯 ✨

⭐Little bit of your Heart by @yoongiofmine [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader, jjk x f.reader // exes!au, fwb!au // 🥵

📝 You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it? 

🗨️ Yes here we go a new series from Ella! ✨ Yoongi already seems so done with Jungkook and they have barely spoken 😂 looking forward to how that develops 🤭

⭐What the Moon Saw + Stolen Tides 💯by @violetsiren90 // myg x f.reader // non-idol!au, f2l // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 In the words of the great Stevie Nicks, "Time makes you bolder, even children get older, and I'm getting older too."

🗨️ This is just so fucking beautiful. Everything. About. It. Period. 😭 It is emotional, it is young love, and it is tender and loving - like, Yoongi is just so sweet. Their timing sucks, but thankfully Violet wrote a beautiful drabble to give the couple a lovely ending! 💜 Truly, please go read it, it is so good I was crying and felt so good after, it’s sweet – OKAY I’M SOFT I know.

Hoseok

⭐Flight 18 💯by @noona-la-la-la [9.5K] // jhs x f. reader // flight!au, idol!au // 🥵😂

📝 Korean Air Flight 18 leaves daily from Los Angeles traveling to Seoul.  You’ve taken this flight before, but this time you’ve got an irritating passenger in the neighboring seat.  Little did you know that he would end up giving you the ride of your life.

🗨️ This was just really really amazing; utterly funny (like I was laughing at certain points), so much sexual tension that evolves into satisfying smut 😗

Jimin

⭐The Airport Couple: P[ass]anger from Hell + Drabble 💯by @dovechim & @jimlingss [8K] // pjm x f.reader // e2l, frequent traveler jimin x tsa agent reader // 😂😂😂🥰

📝 As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

🗨️ This is just so fucking hilarious, don’t get me started. I laughed from beginning to end 😂 And it’s still as good as I remember, if not even better??? Like ✨ I’ve highlighted a few of my favorite parts from the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but these lines are just so damn hilarious! Please go read it, it’s one of my faves 💯

⭐The Airport Couple: Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] 💯by @jimlingss & @dovechim [12K] // pjm x f.reader // pilot!au, bf2l, coworkers!au // 😂🥰🥵

📝 Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray that things don’t go south… literally. 

🗨️ I remember reading this a few years ago, and I loved it then and I still do ✨ It is incredibly funny, has good banter and dialogue to match. The chemistry between reader and Jimin is just priceless, their friendship is just pure giggles 🥹 It’s also fluffy and will tug on your heartstrings in the best way possible. Just really, really good and definitely also one of my all-time favorites 💯💜

⭐Flowers & Sex by @7deadlysinsfics [4.5K] // pjm x f.reader // fwb, f2l au, pwp // 🥰🥵🌩️

📝 You’re in need of a warm body and a good fuck. who better than your friend park jimin?

🗨️ Just really cute 🥺 Hoseok (readers ex in this) is a douche though, like why did she have to go back to him ugh 🥴 but I like how the story developed and reader realized her feelings after she took her ex back. Loved Jimin and how he gave her flowers 💐 he was so fucking cute 🥺🌸

⭐Heaven with You by @acc3ssdenied [4.7K] // pjm x f.reader // friends to ??? // 🥵

📝 All good things happen after 2 am - at least, that was what you believed. Whoever thought it was a good idea for a group of twelve young adults to play drunk truth or dare obviously agreed with you.

🗨️ Oh this was some filthy smut 🥵 And that kiss with Taehyung was downright slutty – a really good pwp 🥵

⭐Have some Respect by @chim-chimmie [4.2K] // pjm x f.reader // school/college!au, teacher!jimin // 🥵

📝 Your teacher Park Jimin has had enough of you disrespecting him, so he taught you a little lesson.

🗨️ Okay, okay, I know the teacher x student dynamic is a touchy subject, and not always well executed, but hear me out, alright. This was so freaking sinful, like my soul needs to take a shower now??? 🥵

⭐Rush by @bangtanfanfiction [4K] // pjm x f.reader // idol!jimin // 🥵🥰

📝 After not seeing your boyfriend for several weeks, his latest performance definitely made something in you snap. And at a award show of all things.

🗨️ A good pwp with smut that is 🔥

⭐How Long? by @jiminniethemarshmallow [4K] // pjm x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰

📝 No summary!

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it’s still so fucking hot and filthy 🥵

⭐Turbulence by @yminie [9.3K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 On your first flight the cute boy next to you helps to sooth your nerves, and on the second flight he soothes something else.

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this a few years back and I’ve actually read it multiple times, it’s just so incredible 👏🏾 the smut is freaking hot, and Jimin is just 🤯 well, he’s being a sweet fluffball, but then a smexy God 🥵 like wtf! The duality is insane! One of my favorites and I’m looking forward to rereading part two ✨💜

⭐Accelerate by @yminie [8.9K] // pjm x f.reader // flight!au // 🥵🥰

📝 Jimin comes to retrieve his jacket on the condition that you then accompany him for dinner, and you can bet he satiates every hunger.

🗨️ I haven’t re-read this yet – but I remember I loved it 💜(I’ll insert my rec here when I have read it again).

Taehyung

Nothing this month 😞

Jungkook

⭐Love à Trois [series; ongoing] by @letjungcoook7 [13.1K] // jjk x f.reader x pjm // slice of life, f2l+s2l, roommates!au, college!au, love triangle // 🥵🌩️

📝 You and Jimin secretly have feelings for each other, you both realize your dream of studying at the same college and sharing an apartment, but when financial issues start to arise, you have to seek a third roommate. and guess who fate sends your way? Jungkook, the same guy who took your virginity back in high school.

🗨️ This is really good! There’s two chapters up so far and they are really good! It’s so interesting to see the love triangle unfold. Really enjoyed this 🌸 It’s just getting better and better ✨ I really loved the backstory of how both Jimin and OC realized they had feelings for each other 🥺 so good and really looking forward to the next chapter 😍

⭐Sweet Obsession by @letjungcoook7 [2.5K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship, plussize!reader // 🥵🥰

📝 When a coworker starts to show interest in you, your boyfriend becomes jealous.

🗨️ Whaaaaaaaat 🥹This was so incredibly sweet and tender! As a plus-sized curvy girl, this was such a good and lovely read 💖 Another banger from Lua💜

⭐The Wedding Planners 💯by @gukyi [28K] // jjk x f.reader // e2l, wedding!au // 😂🥰🌩️🥵

📝 Jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding. 

🗨️ I also remember reading this a few years ago and it was just a very funny and pleasant reread 💜 What I love about this is one, is definitely the slow-burn and the enemies to lovers aspect too. The banter between reader and Jungkook is just so priceless and reading how their relationship slowly unfolds and develops through the months of the wedding planning was just everything 💯 Hoseok and Yoongi’s personality in this also makes this fic truly amazing.

⭐Fragment of the Past (1)(2)(3) [series; completed] 💯by @ctrlsht [28.1K] // jjk x f.reader // patient!jk x psychiatrist!reader // 🌩️😈👻🥵

📝 You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.

🗨️ Another first for me, with the thriller vibes and damn it delivers on that! It’s really, really good 👏 Pacing is really good and how we see more and more of Jungkook’s disturbing traits is just brilliant ✨If you want my full review of it, you can find it here (it does contain spoilers though!). And I really think you shouldn’t spoil it! Just go read it if you’re into the darker stuff, because my heart was racing so damn fast! This is the best thriller yandere au I’ve read to date 💜

⭐Lost on You by @letjungcoook7 [2.1K] // jjk x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵

📝 You're just so obsessed with your boyfriend. you would do anything for him.

🗨️ Ehm excuse me Lua, mirror sex???? 🥵 Fucking hell that was a hot one, like I almost feel like I need to take a shower 😂 another banger from you! And the dirty talking too, aish 🥵 💖

OMG November has truly been an exceptional month! There was my 30th birthday of course, and then I received so my love for my series ‘friendcation’ that I was crying with all the beautiful words and reviews I got 😭 I am so thankful for every one of you, whether you interact with my fic recs or my own – thank you! 💜

Borahae 💜

[kittyball23]

By Your Side (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Branch and Poppy converse, after the former starts to leave and have self-doubts

A/N: A combined request - JaydeDog from Wattpad, who wanted a scenario in which Branch tells his brothers about their Grandmother’s death, and @trollsstanlol, who wanted a scene written based on the TV spot where Branch and Poppy hug 🙂

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Thick, cloudlike fog surrounded the high mountainous area. With the altitude that they were at, it was no surprise to find that there was a light layer of snow, which crunched underfoot with each step that was taken, frosty and cold. Though, if it did happen to send a chill through Branch, he wouldn’t have been able to tell. He was too hot with frustration, and had wandered off blindly onto the vast red pathway that led away from the grand, glitzy, diamond-studded city. Mount Rageous, he reminded himself that it was called, and Branch scoffed. Darn right it is. He could certainly feel the rage coming onto him if he kept this up any longer. Which is why he chose not to keep it up. He trudged off, wishing he wouldn’t succumb to feeling so angry so quickly, but he couldn’t help himself. With twenty years of practice at being grumpy, it came quite easy. Especially when his brothers triggered it to come out. He’d thought he could control it, but his tolerance only continued to lessen with each brother that was tagging along. First with John Dory. Then Spruce. Then Clay. An argument was inevitable… surely, they’d felt the tension in the air beforehand, right? JD couldn’t possibly be oblivious to the frowns Branch made whenever he’d try and sneak in a noogie or punch to the shoulder. Spruce couldn’t just disregard the way Branch would roll his eyes when he’d casually hum a tune from their past. Clay couldn’t not hear the way Branch grumbled at his obnoxious laugh when he’d cracked a couple of jokes to JD and Spruce, like everything was fine. Pfft. Everything is NOT fine. And it seemed like those bozos were finally getting the message, with the manner that they’d reacted to Branch’s hard words minutes prior, cold like the air around him…

“You LEFT me. I was ALONE. How can I call you my brothers? Why would ANYONE do something awful like that to their ‘family’?” Branch demanded to know.

“How could you have been alone, Branch?” John Dory had asked. “Grandma was with you!”

“Grandma DIED!”

This made JD go stiff. “Wh…what?”

“Branch,” Spruce piped up uncertainly, “when did - “

“When did it happen? Pfft. A couple of years after you left. She waited EVERY DAY hoping you guys would come back, and she suffered a miserable death at the hands of a bloodthirsty Bergen with that hope NEVER fulfilled. And I had NOBODY after that…"

The three brothers were speechless, horrified to hear what had happened to their youngest of the bunch. JD looked confused, as though he couldn’t comprehend that there was anything bad that possibly could’ve happened to him after the band had broken up and gone their separate ways. Spruce looked down at the ground in shame, feeling his heart clench for his late grandparent. Clay rubbed his arm, his ears drooping slightly in the sadness of it all.

“Branch, I - I mean…” Clay had begun to stutter.

“We didn’t know!” JD blurted.

“Yeah, I can see that. That’s pretty obvious. In fact, you guys don’t know a LOT of things. Like what it does to your baby brother when you go off and do something like ABANDON him!”

“But we didn’t mean - “ Spruce tried to defend, but had been cut off.

“Oh, what, you didn’t mean it? Yeah right. All you did was think about nobody but yourselves…”

“Branch! Where are you going?”

“Far, far away… from YOU!”

Branch shuddered some, but didn’t let it bother him. It was a little nippy outside, but he had a tolerance for the elements. Heck, he’d walk all the way back to Pop Village if he had to. But it looked like that plan was to be halted in its tracks.

Branch heard a rapid patter of footsteps rushing in behind him, and a voice he could manage to listen to all day call his name.

“Branch!”

That is, if he was in the mood to listen. Not even Poppy’s voice could placate him at this point. Or so he thought.

When Branch failed to stop, he suddenly felt Poppy’s presence right behind him, and she quickly made to grab his hand. The grip was firm and steadfast, and it worked at making him pause this time, though he didn’t turn around just yet. Poppy saw this, and she spoke, the tone in her voice as unyielding as her grasp.

“I have been by your side from the moment we met, and you’ve been by mine…”

She said nothing more for the minute that followed, allowing Branch the silence he needed to think. She’d been able to read his behavior well over the course of time that they’d been friends, and she knew that Branch - as a Troll of fewer words that she would ever be - needed this opportunity. And he did take advantage of it.

Since the moment we met…

Branch could in fact remember the moment they’d met, and what she was saying was true. She was there, the whole time, checking in on him throughout the years of their childhood and beyond it, seeing if there was any way she could help at cheering him up or becoming his friend, while he, through it all, had just pushed her away in the manner that he had learned to grow accustomed to in his grayness. She was ever faithful, ever caring, being there all the way through their teen years and into their adulthood, and on that fateful rescue mission to Bergen Town that changed things between them. And the more he thought about it, the more his anger was turning into sadness. The realization had hit him that he could never hold a candle to flame. She’d pulled much more weight in the whole “being there” department than he had, that was for sure. He’d only been there for her once they started to become friends, once he’d regained his colors and actually started to tolerate things like hugs and songs. Anything prior to that, he felt greatly embarrassed for, and Branch wished he could do anything to take back all those mean words he’d said to her, any moment that he’d childishly ripped up one of her invitations in front of her (only to sheepishly put them back together again once he’d gotten into his bunker), any time she was just being herself and he’d rejected her.

It was all voiced in the one conclusion that he could come up with: “I’m not good enough…”

This took Poppy aback. “What?”

He whirled around to finally face her, grimness on his face. “What I said,” he replied. “You shouldn’t have bothered, Poppy. I was never worth your time…”

Poppy shook her head vigorously, “No, Branch, that isn’t—“

He cut her off before she had the chance to finish with, “It IS true. We both know it. No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be…” The word ‘good enough’ stuck in Branch’s throat, and he had to swallow it down. He was starting to get that same feeling again, when he was thinking those very same things after BroZone's failed performance that had caused the band to break up. He hadn't been good enough for them. Now he wasn't even good enough for his own girlfriend. That was what hurt the most of all. The girl he loved brought down along with him just because he couldn't get his act straightened out.

But Poppy thought otherwise.

“Branch, I’ve become a much better person because of you. You've taught me so much - You've shown me so many things about myself that I would otherwise have never known. Without you, I wouldn't have even learned how to be a good queen... or a good friend." She paused and squeezed his hand tighter. "Everyone has problems sometimes, Branch, and there's nothing wrong with that. What matters is how to work through them. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

Branch regarded Poppy, taking in what she was saying. Poppy didn’t sound like herself - or, rather the Poppy that he’d first met. The Trolling who was chipper 24/7, and whom he’d heard whine to her friends and father about Branch being so grumpy and not wanting to join in on the parties that she would invite him to. This Poppy sounded much more mature, and, if what she was saying was true, he never would’ve imagined that the cause for her change was him. Had he really done that?

Well, she did change ME, he thought. She changed him from losing himself completely from his dark outlook on life, from spending gruesome days thinking that he’d be better off dead to instead appreciate the life he had, even with its ups and downs.

“You really believe that?” he asked her.

“Of course I do, ” she said, giggling to lift the tension.

“Why?” he whispered.

“Because I love you, Branch,” she answered, as though it were obvious. She opened her arms out and looked at him expectantly, to which he gave in and scooped her in for an embrace he hadn’t realized he needed.

“And I love you, Queen Poppy,” he mumbled into her ear. They leaned against each other’s foreheads once they parted, his blue eyes looking deeply into her bright fuschia.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say something like that again,” she said, referring to his belief that he hadn’t been good enough.

“All right. I won’t,” Branch assured her, clasping her hand in his again.

She smiled at him, then looked over to the direction where the caterbus was parked further along the pathway. “Do you wanna go back?”

He glanced warily in the same direction she was looking, not quite ready to see his brothers’ faces again so quickly. “Actually, um… do you think we could just wait a few? I promise it won’t be long…”

She nodded her head understandingly. “Whatever you want.”

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A/N: I had to make another Shrek the Third reference in there with Artie’s “Far Far Away” line lmao. Seems to me that Branch was walking off after some kind of argument with the way he’s frowning in the “Chance” TV spot. I bet there’s going to be plenty of Broppy fluff happening in that scene ❤️ (plus, I really hope we get a flashback of kiddo-Poppy and kiddo-Branch meeting!😯)

[hansensunshine]

Could you please do a mommy Daenerys x little sister reader please where some lords were hitting on reader and making her uncomfortable so she goes to Dany and she takes her up to their room and takes care of her(some smut maybe) then later burns the lords that hit on reader please.

I hope you had a lovely start to December and don’t feel pressured to do this if you don’t have enough time I just love your work 🙂

omg i’d love to write that, loving mommy! daenerys hours!! and thank you so so much, i hope you’ve had a lovely start to december too <3

— 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒.

pairings: mommy! daenerys targaryen x little sister! reader

synopsis: you are daenerys’ last alive sibling and frankly, she loves you more than a sibling should.

tw: mommy kink, indication of smut, death

summary: after feeling uncomfortable by being hit on by some lords, you run to daenerys for comfort.

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you had been outside in the gardens greeting some lords on their arrival here. as much as you didn’t really want to, you did it so people can see you as someone who isn’t by her older sisters side all the time.

you have found the lords quite friendly, maybe a bit too friendly. “welcome my lords, i hope the journey wasn’t too harsh.” you spoke with a soft tone, having a smile across your face. “i’m sure you’ll all enjoy your time here.” as you were briefly showing the lords around, you noticed a few speaking about you but you paid no attention to it, still having a smile across your face. “as you see, we have arrived at the—“ “i’m surprised a lord hasn’t come to marry you yet, or at least fucked you.” a few of them laughed, making you feel slightly uncomfortable, before another lord spoke.“she’s a precious little thing.” he put his hand on your cheek, with you flinching away. “and delicate, apparently.” you couldn’t help but feel tears coming to your eyes, nobody talking to you like this other than your older sister, daenerys. a different lord approaches you and starts to play with you hair. you wish daenerys was here to protect you.

“such silky hair. she’s a true princess. sad that she’s in her sister’s shadow.” you couldn’t help but look down. “but good for one of us, as we’ll get a chance to marry her and fuck her every night.” he chuckled loudly as the others do before looking up at them all, with a tear falling down your face, feeling extremely uncomfortable. “dany would never marry me off to one of you!” before you could help but breakdown you ran away from them, leaving them in the gardens.

as you were going to your own room, you bumped into daenerys and immediately wiped your tears away with your sleeve. daenerys gave you such a big smile as she hasn’t really seen you all day before noticing something was wrong. you didn’t want to say anything at first because you know how protective she is of you.“y/n. what happened?” she crouched to your height before letting her hand caress your soft cheek. “some lords they—“ you could help but cry. she took you in her arms and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around her waist. she took you off into her bedroom before closing the door behind her. she walks over to her bed before sitting down on it with you straddling her.

“some lords.. they kept making me feel uncomfortable, mommy..” you buried your face into her neck, now realising her nickname rolled off your tongue so smoothly, you felt so small with her in your presence. you looked back up at her as she looked at you with worry but also anger, which you knew wasn’t directed at you. “they flirted with me and— and.. they touched me and played with my hair, i wish you were there, mommy!” you wrapped your arms around her as she didn’t let go of your small body. she placed a kiss on your forehead before you calmed down slightly. you looked up at her with a small smile of yours before an idea pops into her head. “how about you let mommy make you feel better, yeah?”

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daenerys made sure you were sound asleep in her bed before making a move. “they don’t deserve a sweet soul like yours, only i do. she knew she had to get revenge on those lords who touched her little sister, her little baby.

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“i want you all to beg for your life, none of you deserve it.” daenerys spoke whilst drogon was towering over her, the lords begged, the lords compromised with her, they did everything they could. but none of them knew what was coming to them. “dracarys.”

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Two: Triggered

Posted 28/05/23, Edited 27/06/23

Millie held your hand between hers throughout the entirety of the game, only breaking apart when England scored or to top up your tea. The game ended with a win and despite the beginning of the day, you had had a good night. Standing up and unzipping the coat to return it to her she abruptly stopped you. “It’s okay wear it home, it’s gotten cold now” her voice a lot softer than a few hours ago and certainly more bubbly than earlier in the evening. “I can’t do that this is part of your kit” still trying to take it off. “Well I can’t let you walk home cold can I” she shrugged jokingly like her hands were tied. “Well you could, I’m the one who was silly enough not to bring a coat” you assured her. “I’m used to it though, I’m a hot bod” you smirked at her, she was right in more ways than one. “I guess, you are always in short sleeves when you play” you sighed, finally accepting the gesture and zipping the coat back up. “You notice that?” she quizzed you, “it’s not hard to tell who has long sleeves on and you never do” you laughed at the obvious as she asked if she could walk you out. You said you don’t need babysitting and suggested she go and see her team. “I wasn’t implying that you need babysitting, I just wanted to make sure you’d get home okay” trying to justify her intentions. “Well I won’t be home for at least another two hours yet so you’d be waiting a long time” you laughed. “Two hours?! I assumed you lived near Mack” her face shocked that you have to travel so far. You asked how she knows your friends and questioned why he has never mentioned her to you before. Turns out her mum knows his mum from grass roots and she very rarely pops by, the game just happened to have been played near their house and Mack hadn’t seen her since he was a child. “I’m sorry I made tonight tough for you”she said resting her hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, nothing a tea can’t fix” you’d had a good night and knew why you were triggered and was able to get over it quickly with help from the blonde. “No it’s not okay, I should be more aware of how my words and actions affect people” looking down at the ground embarrassed. “It’s not your job to accommodate me” you said bluntly still feeling like she’s babying you. “We’re heading out, are you coming?” Mack called over interrupting your conversation. “Yeah I’m coming!” you shouted back to him. You thanked her again for the coat and insisted you wouldn’t need it as you’ll be sat on a train, trying one last time to return the offering but once again she stopped you. “Can I drive you home?” This girl just doesn’t give up! You had to put your foot down and raised your eyebrow in a disappointed fashion “okay! You don’t need babysitting, I get it! Keep the coat though please” she smiled sweetly. You rolled your eyes and reluctantly agreed to keep her from continuing to fuss. Holding her arms out to initiate a hug, you hesitated but hugged goodbye quickly when she called you out for leaving her hanging then made your way to the station.

On your second train of the night you were now half way home with an hour to go when your phone pinged.

“Did you get home safe?”

“It’s Millie by the way”

“I asked Mack’s mum to send me your number 🙊”

3 messages came through immediately one after the other.

“Good job you’re a footballer cause you can’t count!” you replied sarcastically “two hour journey I said, not one!” Sending a selfie of yourself, hood up earphones in and very obviously still on a train.

M - “Wish you had just let me take you home, you’d have been in bed by now”

Y - “Still babysitting are we?”

M - “No just checking this cute girl I met tonight is safe, that’s all 🙂”

You struggled not to spit out your drink as you read the last one then stumbled over how to reply. Was she seriously flirting with you right now? You settled for a funny ugly faced selfie with “cute you say? 😂” to gauge if she really was flirting or just being kind.

M - “Don’t ruin your pretty lil face please”

M - “Although if any creep comes and sits near you that face will make them run a mile 🤣”

Y - “Didn’t work on you though did it 😉”

M - “Cheeky! 😳”

M - “Sorry again about tonight”

Y - “You’re gonna have something to actually be sorry about soon if you don’t stop!”

Y - “Honestly it’s okay, your actions after I told you speak louder than your ones before”

M - “That’s a nice thing to say”

Y - “Yeah you’re not used to that are you!”

M - “Shut ittt! What ya listening to?”

Y - “Nothing, I just put them in so no one talks to me, I need to hear the station announcements otherwise I get distracted and miss my stop 🙃”

With that she tried to FaceTime you but assuming it was a mistake you didn’t answer.

M - “You ignoring me now?”

Y - “Assumed it was a butt dial 🤷🏻‍♀️”

M - “No I wanna see your face”

Y - “I’ve already sent you a photo!”

Your message had barely been delivered when she called you again, staring at your phone for a while before reluctantly answering. You wanted to be left alone to process the day and unwind from the overstimulation you had endured for hours but here you were FaceTiming with Millie Bright. What a mad day! “You don’t give up easily do you?“ was your opening line, “not when I want something, no” she smiled from the other side of the phone. Giving her a stern look with a raised brow you really didn’t know how to take her. What you did know is that her cheeky smile made you feel warm inside. It was either that or her massive coat still wrapped around you. She asked how long until your station and set a timer so you didn’t miss it which you secretly thought was adorable. “For someone who didn’t want my coat, you’re still wearing it” she teased, rolling your eyes as you leant your head on the window. She asked you where home was and said again that she would have driven you as she lives near by, you replied cheekily that your mum told you not to get into a car with a stranger. “Strangers are we?” her voice turned high pitch and excitable, “we’re hardly anything other!” you hit back. Millie wanted to change that and asked you to tell her about yourself, explaining that you’re exhausted you suggested she go first as your blinking slowed, you barely had the energy to stay awake let alone make small talk.

“Okayyy... I’m Millie, 29 years old” you were surprised at her age as she seemed a lot older which she jokingly took offence to. You exchanged birthdays, star signs and talked about family - something that means a lot to the both of you. “I’m a footballer, as you know” pulling a 💁🏼‍♀️ face, “oh are you? I didn’t know that! I did wonder how you got this coat” you said popping the hood sarcastically. “Can certainly tell you live up to your star sign, your sarc is off the charts!” seemingly impressed that someone can keep up with her banter. “Your simp is off the charts!” you snapped back quickly. “Shit, is it that obvious?” her eyes widened in shock as you nodded in a ‘well duh’ sort of way. “So you’ve known I’ve had the hots for you all this time and you’ve just been knocking me back?” she asked as she laid down on her bed holding the phone above her head looking sleepy and adorable. Telling her you couldn’t let her have it easy, plus you didn’t know if she was flirting or just being friendly because she fucked up earlier, Millie assured you she wouldn’t do that but you reminded her that you didn’t know her and it pays to be cautious. “You were a right bellend and then went all soft” you said kicking your feet up on the chair in front of you, “I was just having a bad day” she muttered glancing away from the camera, “wanna talk about it?” you asked. She spoke about her day at Chelsea, they sent her away as she’s still not fit to play, she can’t talk about her injury as it’s in her contract not to, she wanted to be playing with the girls and is sad she’s missing out on the last England camp before the World Cup. Camp is her fave place to be and was extra sad because she’s missing out on seeing her best friend.

The alarm went off on Millie’s phone so you knew the next stop was yours, you thanked her for keeping you company but she wouldn’t let you say goodbye until you were safe in your car. Nobody had cared this much about your safety before accept your mum but you were still skeptical whether it was because she felt guilty for nearly causing you a meltdown earlier.

“Are you home?” pinged up on your phone as you pulled up on your driveway. You couldn’t help the corners of your mouth turn up as you saw her name flash but decided to keep her waiting while you made your way inside your home, turning on the lights and pulling on your bed clothes before falling into bed. Sending her a photo of your bedroom TV showing Friends and telling her to let you know an address to send her coat back to.

M - “The coat was a reason to see you again”

Y - “Oh and there was me thinking you were doing it out of the kindness of your own heart”

Your phone vibrated next to you as she tried to FaceTime you again, this girl does not quit! “Are you single?” she immediately opened up with as you answered and plotted to play with her a little. “Who’s asking?” you said teasingly, “me, obviously!” she giggled. “Oh no sorry, I’m taken” you paused before laughing. “Yes I’m single, haven’t found someone who can handle all this yet. I’m not into girls tho soz” struggling to keep a straight face with the lie you told. “I don’t believe that, I’m not the only one who’s been flirting all night!” her voice once again high pitched as she sat up in bed appearing more alert with the conversation. “How dare you insinuate such a thing!” you said dramatically, teasing the blonde defender. You chatted for a little while before your eyes couldn’t stay open much longer and you started to drift off. Millie watched you drop to sleep before hanging up, for some reason she wanted you and she wasn’t gonna stop until she got you.

Part Three

[nightswithkookmin]

https://twitter.com/jmnpromise/status/1584878533255364608?t=xtBET9bYwZQnFeXk5uGxZg&s=19

Goldy what's your take on tge shift of yoonmin dynamic? We know that suga used to adore jm and was close back in the days but at some point they get distant from each other, then we see them latly close again being paired up most of the time and suga tries to complement jm a lot, do you think that they hade some issues in the past and know they're working on their friendship?

Oh YOOOONMMMMMIINNNNNN!!!! My old love☹

Take a look here people- A true hyung dongsang relationship dynamic unfolding before our very eyes😍😍😍😍😍😋

Chilee not me feeling all warm and fussy inside🤧

Look at JM's cheek to cheek smile🥺🥺🥺🥺

No but Suga is so coola!

Glad to see him take a compliment back without cringing good for him.

He is what I wished I could be to Jimin if I didn't want to fuck him🙃

Just give give give to him but take nothing in return, want nothing, expect nothing cos I know my feelings will never be reciprocated🙃

But my toxicity would not allow me to be his friend 😴

Certainly not Jungkook's.

Neither he nor I are Santa and your boy gotta pay up

There's nothing wrong with them. That's just their dynamic. They're not in love but they don't hate eachother either. They bicker, then they go civil, then the next moment it's nuclear war and Jimin is cussing out in French Spanish and Swahili 😭

But it's all love.

If it helps think of JM as periodically having PMS around Suga. Sometimes it's nothing personal, he just doesn't want to be touched or dotted on or have people cling on to him while he trying to stand there serve looks and look pretty for the camera🙂

Seen his legs when he stands? I rest my case.

If your mom never slicked down your brows with her saliva in front of your friends you won't know JMs pain😭😭😭😭😭😭

You can't go anywhere with bangtan sometimes 😫😫

Other times too frankly his boyfriend just isn't in a good mood and he doesn't want to make things worse between them by feeding ships😕

Yoonmin are not the naturally gravitating towards each other duo in the group. Doesn't mean they have bad blood. But when you have Jikook constantly sitting together gravitating towards eachother it leaves no room for them to be seen with other people.

Sometimes its necessary the company steps in to pair members up if not we wouldn't get a single content on certain ships- AT ALL.

Curating ships by the company is an affirmative action and a way to guarantee equitable distribution else that's when they get accused of playing favoritism. That's when certain ships state complaining the company is hiding their ship content blah blah blah BORING.

And I think Jimin lowkey is aware of this so sometimes he tries. He tries to make time. Sit apart from Jungkook. Interact with other members lest they start complaining they've missed him etc.

When Jikook are "forced apart" most times they are on board with it- JM is. Jungkook don't give a fuck. No need to draw unnecessary attention to them or have people asking unnecessary questions like why yall two always together, why don't you hang out with this person or that person also.

Like how recently JM said he was gonna come fo a live with V and suddenly everyone is like do one with JK too, Suga too- then he's like I'll bring everybody. Jungkook would up said straight up he's gone what he's gone do.

Any way. You are right.

Jimin have always looked up to Suga within the group because he respects the man Suga is at his core. Suga gives sound advice and he's been a constant source of inspiration and encouragement- Jimin I really blessed.

Yoonmin isn't Vmin and so we don't expect the same level of vulnerability and intimacy that's the signature of Vmin in Yoonmin. That would be like comparing apples and oranges.

But there is a vulnerability to them in the way Suga being a senior takes care of this younger one. Or even in the way Jimin brings himself to take his nurturing and his advice.

Jimin is irreplaceable. He has the best voice among the singers or so Yoongi believes. And that's just the thing with them, Suga believes in the potential of Jimin just as Jimin believes in the potential of Jungkook. In a way those two ships can be very similar if you want to take the bangtan hyung/dongsaeng relationship dynamics as an equation.

I'd say Suga is the best hyung in the group in terms of his relationship with the younger ones and Jimin will come second to him- seen in his relationship with Jungkook. And if you want to take his relationship with the hyungs into consideration too💀

Hobi is great too but I don't see him mentoring the boys the way Suga or Namjoon does. Yet he is best at nurturing them and catering to their emotional needs. However you are not about to catch him taking anyone out to the bar to bond as per ethnic male culture or masculine traditions.

Suga gives off Rafiki vibes if you know what I mean

Its giving spiritual guide and sage to Jimin.

He's had profound influence on Jimin's self confidence than people give him credit for. He's always the one telling Jimin, go for it, you can do it, nevermind what people will say, don't be shy, there's nothing embarrassing about this. You are beautiful, your voice is unique, believe in yourself, I will always believe in you.

He affirms JM which is one of the purest ways to express love for another.

You know that nevermind tattoo is on his ribs for a reason.

Suga is wise but also very ambitious and a go getter.

That's something I see in Jimin also. But he needs a bit of a push sometimes and Suga and Namjoon are very good at spurring him on.

They are adorable.

[purplebass]

Congratulation on your follower count!!

Would you be up for writing some Will, Jem and Jessamine (and maybe Sophie) interaction, set pre-Clockwork Angel? I'd love to see more of their teenage dynamic explored. Thank you!

Thank you <3 I finally made it after a few months. I hope you like this. I tried to include everyone and put a little Charlotte too. This is set pre-TID as you asked, mostly around the time Jem and Will are investigating and they find the girl's body, so close to when CA starts. 🙂

Read on A03 💜

We Hunt Demons, Not Monkeys

“On the count of three,” Will whispered. “One, two, t–” and he jumped from the window onto the alley below. 

Jem shook his head, and followed after him. “You should’ve said three,” he admonished him, but Will just shrugged. “Did you get it?”

“I got it,” he replied bitterly, glancing at the box in his hand, something hissing inside it. “Shut up, you!”

“Leave the poor thing alone,” Jem chided, but Will just scoffed. 

“Will! Jem! By the Angel, do not hurry!” Jessamine said behind them. She had barely managed to leap from the window unscathed, and was trying to keep up the pace. 

Will snorted, glancing at the blonde girl. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, and kept marching towards Fleet Street, unbothered, his black coat blowing after him as if he was in a hurry. 

Jem offered Jessamine a sympathetic look and slowed down until she reached him. “Thanks, James,” she squeezed his arm lightly, and clutched her gloved hand under his arm as if they were a couple enjoying a night stroll. Which was weird, because she barely spoke to Jem, seeing his illness as a weakness. But he was too kind and didn’t say anything. She glared at Will’s back, wishing to burn a hole there, cursing that she could not. “I wish we had taken a cab to go back,” she lamented with a sigh. “I only like strolling when there are people around and shops are open and I can look at all the pretty things.”

“We are not strolling, though,” Jem objected. “And carriages don’t work at night, unfortunately.”

“What a pity!” she said quietly. “I wished I had stayed at the Institute. I could’ve slept. I’m going to have bags under my eyes come morning.”

“It’s already morning,” Will answered her, the effects of the amplification rune still hadn’t worn off. “And you could have stayed back, Jessamine. We could’ve finished this hours ago but we had to look out for you because you decided, of all things, to wear that hideous dress for a mission,” he spat without turning, his anger evident in his voice.

“Nobody asked you to, I can handle myself,” Jessamine frowned and looked at Jem, who could only shrug. “I hate patrol gear, so unladylike!” she seethed. “Just like your nasty manners, Will. You will never find a woman if you behave like this, and I hope no one marries you!”

Will just laughed. “The hell you know,” he said under his breath. It was a bitter laugh, one of those you make when you try to hide your true feelings. Jessamine only knew Will as the opposite of a gentleman, but she didn’t know how he was forced to behave like this. To answer like this. “Likewise, miss Lovelace. You pretend to be such a refined lady coming from a wealthy family when, in truth, you’re deluding yourself,” he stopped only to say the last part in her face. “ Coming to patrol with a dress? That’s foolish. Any person in their right mind would be turned off by your thoughtless behavior,” he snapped. “On top of that, you are also poor and mannerless. You better realize that before you delude yourself more.” 

Jessamine squeezed Jem’s arm. Hard. Hard for her, at least. He glanced at Will and shook his head. He told him several times that he shouldn’t rile Jessamine up. She was quaint like a bouquet of flowers could be, but even roses had thorns. And even though they didn’t know much about her past, he knew enough to be aware that Jessamine couldn’t get over not being wealthy anymore and unable to afford her fashion items like she used to. Will knew that as well, but he seemed to enjoy bringing that up to enrage the girl. He would talk to him later, he would –

“You are disgusting, Will Herondale,” Jessamine let go of Jem’s arm, and tightened her grip around her parasol. “Even your name makes my blood boil,” she recoiled. “If I weren’t against physical violence, I would hit you with my parasol this instant.”

“I dare you to even try,” Will provoked her, and Jem saw Jessamine exhale deeply. She didn’t want to do that. “See if you can even hold a fight with a regular human being.”

“There is nothing regular about you,” she held her head high and seemed to prepare to strike. “You are a monster. A demon just like the creatures you so adore to crush to dust.” And then she advanced and tried to hit Will on the head. But he expected it. Jem didn’t. 

Will dodged the blow with ease, moving on the side with the heavy box he was holding. Jessamine tried again, and this time, Jem stopped her by holding her wrist before she could continue. “Would you please end this? Both of you.”

“But he started it!” Jessamine complained with a scowl, while Will just stuck his tongue out and giggled like a school boy. 

“I know, but you could have decided not to respond, Jessamine,” Jem said. “Do not lower yourself at the same level as him,” he looked at his parabatai, who was acting oblivious and was mocking someone wiping their tears. 

“Like you?” she inquired, squaring her shoulders. “Do not act like you’re better than us, James Carstairs,” she replied coldly, and started walking away. 

Their quarrel died down, and even Will stayed silent for the reminder of the trip back. It was dawn, and they were exhausted from spending the whole night in the heart of London looking for clues. Instead, they found – “A monkey, of all things,” Will snorted, tightening his grip on the iron cage he was carrying. “I wonder what it was doing in that basement.”

“Charlotte said some members of the Pandemonium Club brought them from India to experiment on them,” his parabatai explained. “Do you want me to hold that? It looks heavy.”

“We are shadowhunters, by the Angel,” Will rolled his eyes for good measure. “Why do we have to save monkeys? We must be on the lookout for demons!” he said with annoyance. “And no, Jem. I’ve got it.”

Jem didn’t want to argue. He knew that Will would carry it anyway, insisting that he had to look after his poor health. “We couldn’t leave it there,” he added, but Will was already entering the Institute and he quickened his pace. 

“They should’ve put Will in a cage, see how fun it is,” Jessamine rebuked after them, but Will either didn’t catch it as he was far from them, or decided to ignore the girl. Better. 

“I will deliver this precious package in Charlotte’s study,” Will informed his parabatai when they reached the first floor landing. “So I can finally rest my bones after a night of hard work,” he rolled his eyes, underlining the last two words. 

“What do us, shadowhunters, have to do with these lowly apes? I risked being bitten thrice by that ruthless creature!” Will said, outraged. 

“Don’t forget that you also told us we supposedly descend from them,” Charlotte replied, reminding Will of a prior discussion about some work by a scientist called Charles Darwin who claimed people evolved from primates, which had Will criticizing the man for the whole day because he couldn’t believe it. For now. “Moreover, they are not ordinary. They are magical. Enchanted. They must not fall into the hands of people who don’t just want to torture them, but force them to perform magic.”

“How are they, though? I mean, who enchanted the monkeys?” asked Jem. “And monkeys, plural?”

“We have no clue,” Charlotte answered sullenly with a sigh. “Maybe it was a warlock who wanted to have fun. From the Pandemonium Club. We must find them and try to make them reason. We need to investigate further.”

Will giggled. “Then let them have it instead of bothering us with such trivial matters,” he huffed. “We hunt demons, not monkeys that belong somewhere else.”

“I’m well aware of that, William,” she said. “But we must do what we can, especially since this matter concerns us as a group. Who knows what would’ve happened if the monkeys ended up being used for entertainment? Aside from the brutality that is using animals and holding them captive, we still don’t know what the monkeys are capable of.”

Charlotte could barely finish her sentence that they all heard a scream and glanced suspiciously at each other.

“Should we go and check?” Jem offered, and Charlotte nodded and rose from her chair along with him. Will and Jessamine stayed put in their places. She hadn’t spoken a word and had been sitting in an armchair by the window by herself, which meant she either didn’t want to mingle with them because she often repeated that she hated them all, or she was up to something.

“I believe it was Sophie,” Charlotte said, going for the exit with Jem. “Well? What are you waiting for?” she raised an eyebrow at the other two, who hadn’t moved an inch. Will had even picked up a book from the inside of his jacket and started to read.

“Why should I care?” Will demanded bluntly. “I’m in good company here,” he showed her the book in his hands, so they would know it meant that and not Jessamine. 

Charlotte exhaled in exasperation and looked at Jem for help. “Come on, Will. What if it’s an intruder? You can beat him up,” he suggested, but Charlotte shook her head. “Or do what you want.”

Will rolled his eyes and closed the book with a thud. “Fine, Jem,” he stood up. “This book wasn’t getting anywhere,” he explained, which was partially the truth. He was curious to see what the ruckus was about.

“What about you, Jessamine?” 

“Pretend that I don’t exist,” she muttered, and Will swore he saw her smirk.

Sophie was in the bedroom quarters when they found her. She turned to the group once she heard the steps, and everyone could tell that she was angry. 

“Sophie, what happened?” Charlotte asked, worried, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“I have been patient, Charlotte, and you know it,” she began. “But this,” she clenched her fists, her hands turning white. “This is absolute horror and it should not go unpunished. I may be the maid around here, but this doesn’t mean I have to be subjected to such treatment.”

“Wait, what should not go unpunished? Sophie, you’re being cryptic!” Charlotte said. “Are you hurt?”

Sophie shook her head and freed herself from Charlotte’s hand and retrieved a box from a room, which was her own. At once, everyone pinched their nose because of the revolting smell that came from there. 

“What in the Angel’s name is a box full of fecal matter doing in your room?” Charlotte wondered, baffled, one hand trying to cover the hellish odor and failing. It was too strong. 

“I think this belongs to you,” Sophie ignored her and looked up at Will, who was wearing a disgusted expression on his face and was trying not too hard to hold in his laughs. She thrusted the box full of the foul mess in his hands, and he barely didn’t drop it on his shoes or the carpet.

“What the Dickens do you think you’re doing?” Will spat, trying not to be triggered by the awful smell right under his nose. 

“I am just returning it to the sender,” Sophie spat back with venom, her brown eyes would incinerate Will if they could. “Without my regards.”

“And I’m giving it back because I am not responsible for this, whatever it is,” he pushed it back in the maid’s hands with a glare, and this time she was about to drop it. “I don’t know why you are under the impression I put a box full of poop in your room, Sophie.”

“Because that is exactly what you would do,” she tilted her head and stared at him with contempt. “But you will not get away this time. I’ll make you clean with your own tongue until every surface shines and I can see my reflection in it.”

“Sophie, calm down,” Jem came to her, and when she glanced at him, her expression changed completely. “I know you are upset, but can you explain what happened before accusing Will?”

“I better show you,” she sighed, and put the heavy box on the floor after giving Will, the one she believed to be the culprit, one last death glare. She showed everyone to her small room, which was mostly covered with the same filthy material otherwise known as crap. 

Will, who couldn’t help himself, started to laugh. “This is so out of my league.”

“By the Angel,” Charlotte said with exasperation, looking at the mess. “I believe I know who it must’ve been,” she declared to the group. 

They went to her office where Will had deposited the monkey several hours ago, and they found the animal still there, locked in the box. “If the monkey is still here, how did it escape and cause that mess?”

“The horses,” Jem suggested. “It must’ve been theirs. A small monkey can’t do all of that in such a short amount of time, unless they have a colic, which is highly unlikely. Even an enchanted monkey.”

“By this point, Jemmy, I don’t care what it is as long as we find who did this to poor Sophie,” Charlotte said. “Right?” she looked at Will as she did so, and he pursed his lips together. “Let’s go check the stables, shall we?”

And there they went. It was Charlotte who checked the boxes where the feces were put before they would be discarded elsewhere. “One of the boxes is missing,” she announced. “So it’s not the fault of our little primate in my office. It’s definitely from the horses.”

“I found this in Xanthos’ stall,” Sophie told the group proudly, showing her prize. It was a dagger, and everyone recognized it at once, with its design of herons on the blade. “I think this is yours,” she said for the second time that night, thrusting the dagger into Will’s hand. 

“Will,” Charlotte said gently. “I believe it is time you confess.”

Everyone glanced at him. Sophie was fuming, her hands still clenched in fists by her sides and she was probably imagining crushing Will’s neck with her fingers, or worse. Charlotte was shaking her head and looked defeated. But he didn’t care for either. They could threaten him with a sword for all he cared. What hurt him the most, although he tried to keep his composure, was Jem’s reaction. He was disappointed in him. It was a hard blow to take, but he must bear with the consequences of his choices.

Seeing that Will wasn’t answering, he said: “I thought you said you lost it when we saved the monkey.” He didn’t add that he had dreaded having lost the dagger, the only thing that he brought back from home in Wales. They all knew how much that dagger meant to him.

“And I did,” Will admitted. “I thought I did. Does it matter now? You all believe me to be someone who would vandalize a woman’s room with horse waste, I better plead guilty and make you all happy, shan’t I?”

“Nobody said you did it,” Jem said. 

“Nobody said it, but I can see it on your faces,” he said bitterly with a sigh. “And you know what? I don’t give a damn about this.” 

“Will, let’s talk –”

“What is there to talk about, Charlotte? He was caught red-handed!” Sophie insisted, but Charlotte shook her head. 

He turned his back and started walking away from the stables, Charlotte’s voice calling after him. But Will didn't listen anymore, and pretended in his heart that being accused of something he didn’t do wasn’t hurting him deeply in his soul. If he wanted everyone to believe he was heartless, he had to act like he had no heart.

“Finally,” Jem said. He sat on the steps of the stairs that faced the entrance to the London Institute. “Where have you been?”

Will blinked, passed a hand through his hair, and shrugged. “Depends who's asking.”

“Come on,” he told him. “I was worried about you. We all were. You can’t just disappear like this.”

“I didn’t disappear,” Will argued. “I just took a long walk, that is all.”

“A walk which lasted an entire day?” He raised an eyebrow at his parabatai. “Come on, let’s go to Charlotte,” Jem put a hand behind his back to guide him, but Will stopped on the landing before they could take the long corridor that led to her office.

“I am not in the mood to see her, let alone talk to her,” Will protested. “I need to be alone. Can I at least be alone in this forsaken building or not? Are you afraid I’m going to smear the walls with something else this time?” he turned left, directed to his bedroom.

“Don’t be a fool.”

“William.” It was Charlotte, just as he’d dreaded. He heaved a deep sigh, and felt better that she couldn’t see his face. “I’m glad you returned. I was worried.”

“Ah, yes, the prodigal son returns,” he mocked with a lopsided smile. “Too bad I never had any fortune to spend recklessly,” he shrugged. “Just primal, smelly, crap. All in all, Shakespeare believed that feces brought luck and pushed spectators to defecate in a bucket before his plays. Maybe it will bring me luck.”

“Stop saying nonsense and come here,” Charlotte ordered, and he didn’t know why, but he listened this time. “I know it wasn’t you.”

“Good for you,” he sneered. “Do the others believe you?”

“It was Jessamine,” Jem intervened. “She confessed to it. She said she wanted to prank you because she wanted to teach you a lesson.”

Will started laughing. “She’s getting dirtier, I see. That little witch. She will pay for this.”

“No one is going to pay for anything,” Jem said quickly. “And she is also going to apologize to you. Sophie will apologize for accusing you too.”

“I don’t need their apologies, nor I want them,” he said sternly. “I’d rather thrive on their dislike for me,” he added, “than have them kiss my backside with fake apologies.” 

“At least he came back, right?” Charlotte offered, but Jem just shrugged, helpless.

[istumpysk]

Operation Stumpy Re-Read

A STORM OF SWORDS

Summary & Foreshadowing Smorgasbord (Part IV)

We made it!

ASOS Part IV: UNDER THE CUT

Chapter Transitions

ASOS Part I: CLICK

Sansa Stark, Queen in the North

Jon Snow, King in the North

Jon (Aemon?) Snow

Jon the Builder & His Gift

Ahoy Matey! Arya Stark Sails the Ocean Blue

Bran the Broken, King of Westeros

High Septon Rickon?

Pick Your Poison: The Twins Meet Their End in the Mines of Casterly Rock . . . or King's Landing

Tyrion Lannister, (Prisoner?) Hand of the King

In Remembrance: A Look Back at Sandor Clegane's & Ygritte's Greatest Moments

ASOS Part II: CLICK

Dark Daenerys Highlights & Laughs

Let's Dance: Stark vs. Targ

Showdown at the Trident

A Rat in a Maze 🐀🔪

The Usurper's Knife

Bran the Dragonslayer?

Storm x Storm 🦑🖤🐉

ASOS Part III: CLICK

JONSA 🐺❤️❄️

Previous books:

AGOT Summary & Foreshadowing: CLICK

ACOK Summary & Foreshadowing: PART I & PART II

Stumpy note:

If I didn't give you credit for discovering something or if I missed any foreshadowing, please contact me and I'll rectify that.

Once again, I'd like to thank everyone that participated in the reread project. All of you have great observations and comments, I wish I could highlight them all. 🙂

CHAPTER TRANSITIONS

Catelyn I -> Arya I

You might see one.

"All you have made certain is that I shall never see my daughters again. Brienne might have gotten him to King's Landing safely . . . so long as no one was hunting for them. But now . . ." Catelyn could not go on. - Catelyn I, ASOS

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Sansa I -> <- Jon I

Twin chapters alert.

Sansa visits the Queen of Thorns, while Jon has a face-to-face with the King-beyond-the-Wall. The similarities won't stop there.

Thank you, @sxpiosexualx!

Beyond the spiked moat, two dozen men were taking their practice with sword and shield. With the castle so crowded, the outer ward had been given over to guests to raise their tents and pavilions, leaving only the smaller inner yards for training. 

[...]

A fire was crackling in the hearth, and sweet-swelling rushes had been scattered on the floor. Around the long trestle table a dozen women were seated. - Sansa I, ASOS

x

Elsewhere two bearded youths in boiled leather were sparring with staffs, leaping at each other over the flames, grunting each time one landed a blow. A dozen women sat nearby in a circle, fletching arrows. - Jon I, ASOS

___

Outside its tall carved doors stood two guards in gilded halfhelms and green cloaks edged in gold satin, the golden rose of Highgarden sewn on their breasts. - Sansa I, ASOS

x

Here at least they found defenders; two guards at the flap of the tent, leaning on tall spears with round leather shields strapped to their arms. - Jon I, ASOS

___

Sansa knelt at the feet of her future queen. "You do me great honor, Your Grace."

"Won't you call me Margaery? Please, rise. Loras, help the Lady Sansa to her feet. Might I call you Sansa?" - Sansa I, ASOS

x

"I would be pleased to eat, Your Grace. And thank you."

"Your Grace?" The king smiled. "That's not a style one often hears from the lips of free folk. I'm Mance to most, The Mance to some. Will you take a horn of mead?" - Jon I, ASOS

___

Pale, elegant Lady Graceford was with child, and Lady Bulwer was a child, no more than eight.

[...]

The old woman called to Butterbumps. "Fool! Give us a song. A long one, I should think. 'The Bear and the Maiden Fair' will do nicely." - Sansa I, ASOS

x

A dark young man and a pretty blonde woman were sharing a horn of mead. A pregnant woman stood over a brazier cooking a brace of hens, while a grey-haired man in a tattered cloak of black and red sat crosslegged on a pillow, playing a lute and singing: The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sun - Jon I, ASOS

___

"Sansa," Lady Alerie broke in, "you must be very hungry. Shall we have a bite of boar together, and some lemon cakes?" - Sansa I, ASOS

x

"Sit, if you like," Rayder said when they were gone. "Are you hungry? Tormund left us two birds at least." - Jon I, ASOS

___

"He will," Sansa lied. "He is very . . . very comely." - Sansa I, ASOS

x

Jon had his lie all ready. "The Lord Commander sent me to the Halfhand for seasoning, so he took me on his ranging." - Jon I, ASOS

___

Sansa realized that her mouth was open again. She filled it with a spoon of broth - Sansa I, ASOS

x

He took a long draught of mead to buy time for his answer. - Jon I, ASOS

___

Courtesy is a lady's armor. You must not offend them, be careful what you say. - Sansa I, ASOS

x

Guest right or no, Jon Snow knew he walked on rotten ice here. One false step and he might plunge through, into water cold enough to stop his heart. Weigh every word before you speak it, he told himself. - Jon I, ASOS

+.+.+

Sansa I -> Jon I

That might not be so bad.

The Baratheons have always had some queer notions, to be sure. It comes from their Targaryen blood, I should think." She sniffed. "They tried to marry me to a Targaryen once, but I soon put an end to that." - Sansa I, ASOS

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Jon I -> Daenerys I

Stalking Daenerys through the series.

"That's a tale for later," said Mance Rayder. "How did you like the song, lad?"

"Well enough. I'd heard it before."

"But what does it matter, for all men must die," the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly - Jon I, ASOS

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Jon I -> <- Daenerys I

Numbers vs. discipline.

The free folk. If his brothers were to catch them in such disarray, many of them would pay for that freedom with their life's blood. They had numbers, but the Night's Watch had discipline, and in battle discipline beats numbers nine times of every ten, his father had once told him. - Jon I, ASOS

x

"Eighteen times the Dothraki charged, and broke themselves on those shields and spears like waves on a rocky shore. Thrice Temmo sent his archers wheeling past and arrows fell like rain upon the Three Thousand, but the Unsullied merely lifted their shields above their heads until the squall had passed. In the end only six hundred of them remained . . . but more than twelve thousand Dothraki lay dead upon that field, including Khal Temmo, his bloodriders, his kos, and all his sons. On the morning of the fourth day, the new khal led the survivors past the city gates in a stately procession. One by one, each man cut off his braid and threw it down before the feet of the Three Thousand. - Daenerys I, ASOS

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Daenerys I -> <- Bran I

Any beast?

Every man of them, from captain to cook's boy, loved to watch the three fly . . . though none so much as Dany. - Daenerys I, ASOS

x

"No," said Jojen, "only a boy who dreams. The greenseers were more than that. They were wargs as well, as you are, and the greatest of them could wear the skins of any beast that flies or swims or crawls, and could look through the eyes of the weirwoods as well, and see the truth that lies beneath the world. - Bran I, ASOS

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Jaime II -> <- Tyrion II

Brothers predicting the future.

Thank you, @fedonciadale!

The clink of his chains accompanied his every movement. An irritating sound. Before this is done, I'll wrap these chains around the wench's throat, see how she likes them then. - Jaime II, ASOS

x

"Your poor nose . . ."

Tyrion rubbed irritably at the scab. "Perhaps I should have a new one made of gold. What sort of nose would you suggest, Varys? One like yours, to smell out secrets? Or should I tell the goldsmith that I want my father's nose?" - Tyrion II, ASOS

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Tyrion II -> <- Arya II

Don't worry, Tom of Sevenstreams survives.

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog!

This is fruitless. "There is a singer who calls himself Symon Silver Tongue," Tyrion said wearily, pushing his guilt aside. "He plays for Lady Tanda's daughter sometimes."

"What of him?"

Kill him, he might have said, but the man had done nothing but sing a few songs. - Tyrion II, ASOS

x

She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing. - Arya II, ASOS

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Davos II -> Jaime II -> Tyrion II -> Arya II

Requires context. Click, and read Rat in a Maze.

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Catelyn II -> Jon II

Cunning worthy of a master mummer's dragon.

Thank you, @dontbipanicjonsa!

Only then came her belated remembrance. Follies done for love? He has bagged me neat as a hare in a snare. I seem to have already forgiven him. Mixed with her annoyance was a rueful admiration; the scene had been staged with the cunning worthy of a master mummer . . . or a king. - Catelyn II, ASOS

+.+.+

Catelyn II -> <- Jon II

Missing direwolves. :(

It was only then that Catelyn realized what was amiss. The wolf. The wolf is not here. Where is Grey Wind? She knew the direwolf had returned with Robb, she had heard the dogs, but he was not in the hall, not at her son's side where he belonged.

[...]

"You always kept him with you before."

"A hall is no place for a wolf. He gets restless, you've seen. Growling and snapping. I should never have taken him into battle with me. He's killed too many men to fear them now. Jeyne's anxious around him, and he terrifies her mother."

And there's the heart of it, Catelyn thought. "He is part of you, Robb. To fear him is to fear you." - Catelyn II, ASOS

x

"Find another place for Ghost to sleep tonight, Jon Snow. It's like Mance said. Deeds is truer than words." - Jon II, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon II -> <- Sansa II

Twin chapters alert.

Children, men flying eagles, and brand new clothing.

Thank you, @sxpiosexualx!

"I might get her with child."

"Aye, I'd hope so. A strong son or a lively laughing girl kissed by fire, and where's the harm in that?" - Jon II, ASOS

x

If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya. - Sansa II, ASOS

___

Rangers often shared skins for warmth, but warmth was not all Ygritte wanted, he suspected. After that he had taken to using Ghost to keep her away. Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword. - Jon II, ASOS

x

They spent long afternoons doing needlework and talking over lemon cakes and honeyed wine, played at tiles of an evening, sang together in the castle sept . . . and often one or two of them would be chosen to share Margaery's bed, where they would whisper half the night away. - Sansa II, ASOS

___

"Jon Snow, you know nothing. You don't go in with clothes." - Jon II, ASOS

x

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. - Sansa II, ASOS

___

She reminded him a little of his sister Arya, though Arya was younger and probably skinnier. It was hard to tell how plump or thin Ygritte might be, with all the furs and skins she wore. - Jon II, ASOS

x

Sister. Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world's graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. - Sansa II, ASOS

___

Jon turned at the sudden sound of wings. Blue-grey feathers filled his eyes, as sharp talons buried themselves in his face. Red pain lanced through him sudden and fierce as pinions beat round his head. He saw the beak, but there was no time to get a hand up or reach for a weapon. - Jon II, ASOS

x

"Willas has the best birds in the Seven Kingdoms," Margaery said when the two of them were briefly alone. "He flies an eagle sometimes. You will see, Sansa." She took her by the hand and gave it a squeeze. "Sister." - Sansa II, ASOS

___

Jon wheeled and followed Tormund back toward the head of the column, his new cloak hanging heavy from his shoulders. It was made of unwashed sheepskins, worn fleece side in, as the wildlings suggested. It kept the snow off well enough, and at night it was good and warm, but he kept his black cloak as well, folded up beneath his saddle. 

[...]

Mance Rayder had not been blind to Rattleshirt's mistrust of the "crow-come-over," so after he had given Jon his new sheepskin cloak he had suggested that he might want to ride with Tormund Giantsbane instead. - Jon II, ASOS

x

"A new gown?" she said, as wary as she was astonished.

[...]

"More lovely than any you have worn, my lady," the old woman promised. She measured Sansa's hips with a length of knotted string. "All silk and Myrish lace, with satin linings. You will be very beautiful. The queen herself has commanded it." - Sansa II, ASOS

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Tyrion III -> <- Catelyn III

Secret dealings.

Lord Tywin was unconcerned. "Robb Stark will father no children on his fertile Frey, you have my word. There is a bit of news I have not yet seen fit to share with the council, though no doubt the good lords will hear it soon enough. The Young Wolf has taken Gawen Westerling's eldest daughter to wife." - Tyrion III, ASOS

x

The girl smiled at that. "My mother says the same. She makes a posset for me, herbs and milk and ale, to help make me fertile. I drink it every morning. I told Robb I'm sure to give him twins. An Eddard and a Brandon. He liked that, I think. We . . . we try most every day, my lady. Sometimes twice or more." The girl blushed very prettily. "I'll be with child soon, I promise. I pray to our Mother Above, every night." - Catelyn III, ASOS

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Tyrion III <- Catelyn III -> Jaime III

Do we go two for two?

"Old gods or new, it makes no matter," Lord Rickard told her son, "no man is so accursed as the kinslayer." - Catelyn III, ASOS

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Jaime III -> <- Arya IV

It's an attack on religion, with missing eyes.

The day was almost done by the time they found Vargo Hoat, sacking a small sept with another dozen of his Brave Companions. The leaded windows had been smashed, the carved wooden gods dragged out into the sunlight. The fattest Dothraki Jaime had ever seen was sitting on the Mother's chest when they rode up, prying out her chalcedony eyes with the point of his knife. Nearby, a skinny balding septon hung upside down from the limb of a spreading chestnut tree. Three of the Brave Companions were using his corpse for an archery butt. One of them must have been good; the dead man had arrows through both of his eyes. - Jaime III, ASOS

x

The next night they found shelter beneath the scorched shell of a sept, in a burned village called Sallydance. Only shards remained of its windows of leaded glass, and the aged septon who greeted them said the looters had even made off with the Mother's costly robes, the Crone's gilded lantern, and the silver crown the Father had worn. "They hacked the Maiden's breasts off too, though those were only wood," he told them. "And the eyes, the eyes were jet and lapis and mother-of-pearl, they pried them out with their knives. May the Mother have mercy on them all." - Arya IV, ASOS

+.+.+

Arya IV -> Daenerys II

Flaming swords or dragons?

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

"I wish I had a flaming sword." Arya could think of lots of people she'd like to set on fire. - Arya IV, ASOS

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Arya IV -> Daenerys II

A Faceless Man assassinates a monarch.

I dreamt of a man without a face, waiting on a bridge that swayed and swung. On his shoulder perched a drowned crow with seaweed hanging from his wings. - Arya V, ASOS

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Daenerys II -> <- Bran II

Eagle or dragon?

Much against her inclination, she had locked the dragons belowdecks. It was too dangerous to let them fly freely over the city; the world was all too full of men who would gladly kill them for no better reason than to name themselves dragonslayer. - Daenerys II, ASOS

x

Bran lifted his head and saw it, its grey wings spread and still as it floated on the wind. He followed it with his eyes as it circled higher, wondering what it would be like to soar about the world so effortless. Better than climbing, even. He tried to reach the eagle, to leave his stupid crippled body and rise into the sky to join it, the way he joined with Summer. The greenseers could do it. I should be able to do it too. He tried and tried, until the eagle vanished in the golden haze of the afternoon. "It's gone," he said, disappointed. - Bran II, ASOS

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Bran II -> <- Davos III

Jojen believes fire and ice are one and the same, while dippy Melisandre believes one is good and the other evil. She might be dizzy, but she's certain of one thing: there's two wars. Only two.

"Because they're different," he insisted. "Like night and day, or ice and fire."

"If ice can burn," said Jojen in his solemn voice, "then love and hate can mate. Mountain or marsh, it makes no matter. The land is one." - Bran II, ASOS

x

"The way the world is made. The truth is all around you, plain to behold. The night is dark and full of terrors, the day bright and beautiful and full of hope. One is black, the other white. There is ice and there is fire. Hate and love. Bitter and sweet. Male and female. Pain and pleasure. Winter and summer. Evil and good." She took a step toward him. "Death and life. Everywhere, opposites. Everywhere, the war."

"The war?" asked Davos.

"The war," she affirmed. "There are two, Onion Knight. Not seven, not one, not a hundred or a thousand. Two! - Davos III, ASOS

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Bran II -> Davos III

Sounding eerily similar to Davos Seaworth crossing Shipbreaker Bay in the dark of night, in his little boat.

"It was the green men he meant to find. So he donned a shirt sewn with bronze scales, like mine, took up a leathern shield and a three-pronged spear, like mine, and paddled a little skin boat down the Green Fork."

Bran closed his eyes to try and see the man in his little skin boat. In his head, the crannogman looked like Jojen, only older and stronger and dressed like Meera.

"He passed beneath the Twins by night so the Freys would not attack him, and when he reached the Trident he climbed from the river and put his boat on his head and began to walk. It took him many a day, but finally he reached the Gods Eye, threw his boat in the lake, and paddled out to the Isle of Faces." - Bran II, ASOS

+.+.+

Davos III -> Jon III

A lord and a treasonous Hand who conspired with the enemy sit in a cell together, and discuss their doomed king.

Davos stood frowning. "My lord, what did you do?"

"Not treason. Never treason. I love His Grace as much as any man. My own niece is his queen, and I remained loyal to him when wiser men fled. I am his Hand, the Hand of the King, how can I be a traitor? I only meant to save our lives, and . . . honor . . . yes." - Davos III, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon III -> <- Daenerys III

Little Rhaegal appears trapped.

I should have tried to kill Mance Rayder on the Fist, even if it meant my life. That was what Qhorin Halfhand would have done. But Jon had hesitated, and the chance passed. The next day he had ridden off with Styr the Magnar, Jarl, and more than a hundred picked Thenns and raiders. He told himself that he was only biding his time, that when the moment came he would slip away and ride for Castle Black. The moment never came. - Jon III, ASOS

x

Rhaegal could sense something wrong as well. Thrice he tried to take wing, only to be pulled down by the heavy chain in Jhiqui's hand. - Daenerys III, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon III <- Daenerys III

See you at the Trident.

That night she dreamt that she was Rhaegar, riding to the Trident. But she was mounted on a dragon, not a horse. When she saw the Usurper's rebel host across the river they were armored all in ice, but she bathed them in dragonfire and they melted away like dew and turned the Trident into a torrent. Some small part of her knew that she was dreaming, but another part exulted. This is how it was meant to be. The other was a nightmare, and I have only now awakened. - Daenerys III, ASOS

+.+.+

Sansa III -> <- Arya V

Two sisters scrubbed clean.

On the morning her new gown was to be ready, the serving girls filled Sansa's tub with steaming hot water and scrubbed her head to toe until she glowed pink. Cersei's own bedmaid trimmed her nails and brushed and curled her auburn hair so it fell down her back in soft ringlets. - Sansa III, ASOS

x

Arya tried to tell them that she'd been bathed twice at Acorn Hall, not a fortnight past, but the red-haired woman was having none of it. Two serving wenches carried her up the stairs bodily, arguing about whether she was a girl or a boy. The one called Helly won, so the other had to fetch the hot water and scrub Arya's back with a stiff bristly brush that almost took her skin off. Then they stole all the clothes that Lady Smallwood had given her and dressed her up like one of Sansa's dolls in linen and lace. - Arya V, ASOS

+.+.+

Arya V -> <- Jon IV

Two men ask for mercy.

"A swallow," the fat one called down. "Ha' mercy, boy, a swallow." The old one slid an arm up to grasp the bars. The motion made his cage swing violently. - Arya V

x

"Mercy," he said when they came upon him. One of the Thenns smashed his head in with a big stone mace. - Jon IV, ASOS

+.+.+

Jaime IV -> <- Tyrion IV

Two brothers wishing for what the other one has.

"The Boltons skin their enemies." Jaime remembered that much about the northman. Tyrion would have known all there was to know about the Lord of the Dreadfort, but Tyrion was a thousand leagues away, with Cersei. - Jaime IV, ASOS

x

Yes, and I want to be tall as Jaime and as strong as Ser Gregor the Mountain too, for all the bloody good it does. - Tyrion IV, ASOS

+.+.+

Samwell II -> <- Arya VI

Gods and the people we sacrifice for them.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

There had been no attacks while they had been at Craster's, neither wights nor Others. Nor would there be, Craster said. "A godly man got no cause to fear such. I said as much to that Mance Rayder once, when he come sniffing round. He never listened, no more'n you crows with your swords and your bloody fires. That won't help you none when the white cold comes. Only the gods will help you then. You best get right with the gods." - Samwell II, ASOS

x

"Lord of Light, shine your face upon us."

"Light your flame among us, R'hllor," said the red priest. "Show us the truth or falseness of this man. Strike him down if he is guilty, and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom."

"For the night is dark," the others chanted, Harwin and Anguy loud as all the rest, "and full of terrors." - Arya VI, ASOS

+.+.+

Arya VI -> Catelyn IV

Fire wight back from the dead.

When Arya turned, Lord Beric Dondarrion was standing behind her, his bloody hand clutching Thoros by the shoulder. - Arya VI, ASOS

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Catelyn IV -> <- Davos IV -> <- Jaime V

Please won't somebody bend their knee?

Suddenly Catelyn was full of dread. "Wars need not be fought until the last drop of blood." Even she could hear the desperation in her voice. "You would not be the first king to bend the knee, nor even the first Stark." - Catelyn IV, ASOS

x

"They are," insisted Ser Axell. "Not all of Celtigar's men were slain on the Blackwater. Hundreds were taken with their lord, and bent the knee when he did."

"When he did," Davos repeated. "They were his men. His sworn men. What choice were they given?"

"Every man has choices. They might have refused to kneel. Some did, and died for it. Yet they died true men, and loyal." - Davos IV, ASOS

x

"Won every battle, while losing the Freys, the Karstarks, Winterfell, and the north. A pity the wolf is so young. Boys of sixteen always believe they are immortal and invincible. An older man would bend the knee, I'd think. After a war there is always a peace, and with peace there are pardons . . . for the Robb Starks, at least. Not for the likes of Vargo Hoat." - Jaime V, ASOS

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Davos IV -> <- Jaime V

Spotlight on Daemon Blackfyre.

Thank you, @aegor-bamfsteel!

"It has always been so. I am not . . . I am not a cruel man, Ser Davos. You know me. Have known me long. This is not my decree. It has always been so, since Aegon's day and before. Daemon Blackfyre, the brothers Toyne, the Vulture King, Grand Maester Hareth . . . traitors have always paid with their lives . . . even Rhaenyra Targaryen. She was daughter to one king and mother to two more, yet she died a traitor's death for trying to usurp her brother's crown. It is law. Law, Davos. Not cruelty." - Davos IV, ASOS

x

He had finally realized that Robert was no mere outlaw lord to be crushed at whim, but the greatest threat House Targaryen had faced since Daemon Blackfyre. - Jaime V, ASOS

+.+.+

Arya VII -> Bran III

What does the future hold for Gendry?

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

As Arya was cinching her saddle girth, Gendry came up to say that he was sorry. She put a foot in the stirrup and swung up into her saddle, so she could look down on him instead of up. You could have made swords at Riverrun for my brother, she thought - Arya VII, ASOS

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Bran III -> <- Jon V

The Gift shenanigans.

+.+.+

Bran III <- Jon V

Bran spends the night.

"We call them merlons. They were painted gold a long time ago. This is Queenscrown."

Across the lake, the tower was black again, a dim shape dimly seen. "A queen lived there?" asked Ygritte.

"A queen stayed there for a night." - Jon V, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon V -> <- Daenerys IV

Jon escapes the wildlings, while Daenerys and gang debate Daario's loyalties.

The old man said no word. He only looked at Jon, standing amongst the wildlings. Amidst the rain and smoke, lit only by the fire, he could not have seen that Jon was all in black, but for his sheepskin cloak. Or could he? - Jon V, ASOS

x

And her knight dressed plainly while this other made a peacock look drab, though he had thrown a heavy black cloak over his bright yellow finery for this visit. He carried a heavy canvas sack slung over one shoulder. - Daenerys IV, ASOS

___

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. He did not want to die alone. - Jon V, ASOS

x

He will forgive me, she told herself. I am his liege. Dany found herself wondering whether he was right about Daario. She felt very lonely all of a sudden. - Daenerys IV, ASOS

+.+.+

Daenerys IV -> Arya VIII

Let's ask Arya.

Grazdan mo Eraz pointed a finger. "You shall rue this arrogance, whore. These little lizards will not keep you safe, I promise you. We will fill the air with arrows if they come within a league of Yunkai. Do you think it is so hard to kill a dragon?"

"Harder than to kill a slaver. - Daenerys IV, ASOS

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Daenerys IV -> <- Arya VIII

All eyes on Summerhall.

Thank you, @fedonciadale and @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir!

Viserys had spoken of Rhaegar's birth only once. Perhaps the tale saddened him too much. "It was the shadow of Summerhall that haunted him, was it not?" - Daenerys IV, ASOS

x

The dwarf woman studied her with dim red eyes. "I see you," she whispered. "I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death . . ." She began to sob, her little body shaking. "You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!" - Arya VIII, ASOS

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Arya VIII <- Jaime VI

Jaime is no one.

Thank you, @fedonciadale!

The Lothstons held Harrenhal before the Whents and had been a powerful family in their day, but they had died out ages ago, so no one was likely to object to him bearing their arms. He would be no one's cousin, no one's enemy, no one's sworn sword . . . in sum, no one. - Jaime VI, ASOS

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Arya VIII -> <- Jaime VI

Acorns, stumps, dreams, and one confused reader.

"Look in your fires, pink priest, and you will see. Not now, though, not here, you'll see nothing here. This place belongs to the old gods still . . . they linger here as I do, shrunken and feeble but not yet dead. Nor do they love the flames. For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both. And they remember when the First Men came with fire in their fists." - Arya VIII, ASOS

x

The moonlight glimmered pale upon the stump where Jaime had rested his head. The moss covered it so thickly he had not noticed before, but now he saw that the wood was white. It made him think of Winterfell, and Ned Stark's heart tree. It was not him, he thought. It was never him. But the stump was dead and so was Stark and so were all the others, Prince Rhaegar and Ser Arthur and the children. And Aerys. Aerys is most dead of all. "Do you believe in ghosts, Maester?" he asked Qyburn. - Jaime VI, ASOS

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Samwell III -> <- Arya IX

No one sings to the Stranger.

"Seven," he agreed, "but no one sings of the Stranger." The Stranger's face was the face of death. Even talking of him made Sam uncomfortable. "We should eat something. A bite or two." - Samwell III, ASOS

x

Stranger, the Hound called him. Arya had tried to steal him once, when Clegane was taking a piss against a tree, thinking she could ride off before he could catch her. Stranger had almost bitten her face off. - Arya IX, ASOS

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Catelyn VI -> <- Arya X -> <- Catelyn VII -> <- Arya XI

Red wedding bells.

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Tyrion VI -> <- Davos V

What's one little nephew?

And Robert's relief was palpable. As stupid as he was, even he knew that Rhaegar's children had to die if his throne was ever to be secure. Yet he saw himself as a hero, and heroes do not kill children. - Tyrion VI, ASOS

x

Melisandre put her hand on the king's arm. "The Lord of Light cherishes the innocent. There is no sacrifice more precious. From his king's blood and his untainted fire, a dragon shall be born." - Davos V, ASOS

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Davos V -> Jon VII

They call him Aemon (One-Eye) Targaryen.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

The first time he had seen the Wall he had been younger than Devan, serving aboard the Cobblecat under Roro Uhoris, a Tyroshi known up and down the narrow sea as the Blind Bastard, though he was neither blind nor baseborn. - Davos V, ASOS

+.+.+

Jon VII -> Bran IV

Some kings might have wings.

Well, ravens might have wings, but lords and kings do not. If help was coming, it would not come today. - Jon VII, ASOS

+.+.+

Bran IV -> <- Daenerys V

We've got wells leading to the exit (or entry?) in back-to-back chapters.

The well was the thing he liked the least, though. It was a good twelve feet across, all stone, with steps built into its side, circling down and down into darkness. The walls were damp and covered with niter, but none of them could see the water at the bottom, not even Meera with her sharp hunter's eyes. "Maybe it doesn't have a bottom," Bran said uncertainly.

[...]

A turn or two later Sam stopped suddenly. He was a quarter of the way around the well from Bran and Hodor and six feet farther down, yet Bran could barely see him. He could see the door, though. The Black Gate, Sam had called it, but it wasn't black at all. - Bran IV, ASOS

x

Ser Jorah looked unhappy. "We'll starve long before they do, Your Grace. There's no food here, nor fodder for our mules and horses. I do not like this river water either. Meereen shits into the Skahazadhan but draws its drinking water from deep wells.

[...]

Ser Jorah looked dubious. "Easier to go out than in, it would seem to me. These sewers empty into the river, you say? That would mean the mouths are right below the walls." - Daenerys V, ASOS

+.+.+

Daenerys V -> Tyrion VII

Gold, was it gold?

"Do not say that word!" She backed away from him. "How could you? What did the Usurper promise you? Gold, was it gold?" The Undying had said she would be betrayed twice more, once for gold and once for love. "Tell me what you were promised?" - Daenerys V, ASOS

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Daenerys V -> <- Tyrion VII

Tyrion's playing with dragons.

They were Magister Illyrio's ships, in truth, not hers at all, and yet she had given them new names with hardly a thought. Dragon names, and more; in old Valyria before the Doom, Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar had been gods. - Daenerys V, ASOS

x

Within, the dragon skulls were waiting, and so was Shae. "I thought m'lord had forgotten me." Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon's jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another. - Tyrion VII, ASOS

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Bran IV -> <- Daenerys V -> <- Tyrion VII

Let's all climb inside a mouth.

"Then pass," the door said. Its lips opened, wide and wider and wider still, until nothing at all remained but a great gaping mouth in a ring of wrinkles. - Bran IV, ASOS

x

Ser Jorah looked dubious. "Easier to go out than in, it would seem to me. These sewers empty into the river, you say? That would mean the mouths are right below the walls." - Daenerys IV, ASOS

x

Her dress was draped over a black tooth near as tall as she was, and she stood within the dragon's jaws, nude. Balerion, he thought. Or was it Vhagar? One dragon skull looked much like another.

Just the sight of her made him hard. "Come out of there."

"I won't." She smiled her wickedest smile. "M'lord will pluck me from the dragon's jaws, I know."

[...]

He did, finally, but only because she let herself be caught. By the time she slipped into his arms, he was flushed and out of breath from stumbling into dragon skulls. - Tyrion VII, ASOS

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Tyrion VII -> <- Sansa IV -> <- Tyrion VIII -> <- Sansa V

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something purple.

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Sansa IV -> <- Jaime VII

We love gender neutral titles.

Put Joffrey from your mind, sweetling. Dontos, Tyrion, all of them. They will never trouble you again. You are safe now, that's all that matters. You are safe with me, and sailing home. - Sansa IV, ASOS

x

"What duties?" said Meryn Trant defensively.

"Keeping the king alive. How many monarchs have you lost since I left the city? Two, is it?" - Jaime VII, ASOS

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Jaime VII <- Davos VI

Davos helps Edric escape death, and sends him across the narrow sea.

He went to one knee before Edric Storm. "I must leave you now," he said. "There's a boat waiting, to row you out to a galley. Then it's off across the sea. You are Robert's son so I know you will be brave, no matter what happens." - Davos VI, ASOS

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Jon VIII -> Arya XII

Jon or no one.

Thank you, @mayamo!

You are a son of Winterfell, a nephew of Benjen Stark. It must be you or no one. The Wall is yours, Jon Snow. - Jon VIII, ASOS

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Arya XII -> <- Tyrion IX

I wonder if we'll see Timett again.

His dream of selling Arya to Lady Arryn died there in the hills, though. "There's frost above us and snow in the high passes," the village elder said. "If you don't freeze or starve, the shadowcats will get you, or the cave bears. There's the clans as well. The Burned Men are fearless since Timett One-Eye came back from the war. And half a year ago, Gunthor son of Gurn led the Stone Crows down on a village not eight miles from here. They took every woman and every scrap of grain, and killed half the men. They have steel now, good swords and mail hauberks, and they watch the high road—the Stone Crows, the Milk Snakes, the Sons of the Mist, all of them. Might be you'd take a few with you, but in the end they'd kill you and make off with your daughter." - Arya XII, ASOS

x

He could send Podrick Payne questing after Shagga, he supposed, but there were so many hiding places in the deep of the kingswood that outlaws often evaded capture for decades. And Pod sometimes has difficulty finding the kitchens when I sent him down for cheese. Timett son of Timett would likely be back in the Mountains of the Moon by now. - Tyrion IX, ASOS

+.+.+

Tyrion IX -> Jaime VIII

Jaime's giving out swords.

Thank you, @agentrouka-blog!

Either the Mountain spills my guts, or I kill him and lose Stokeworth. I sell my sword, I don't give it away. I'm not your bloody brother. - Tyrion IX, ASOS

+.+.+

Sansa VI -> Jon IX

Look out.

When it was time for the bedding, her knights carried her up to the tower, stripping her as they went and shouting bawdy jests. Tyrion spared me that, Sansa remembered. It would not have been so bad being undressed for a man she loved, by friends who loved them both. - Sansa VI, ASOS

___

You'll know that, when you have a child."

"A child?" said Sansa, uncertainly.

Lysa waved a hand negligently. "Not for many years. You are too young to be a mother. One day you shall want children, though. Just as you will want to marry." - Sansa VI, ASOS

___

How would you like to marry your cousin, the Lord Robert? - Sansa VI, ASOS

___

It is not me she wants her son to marry, it is my claim. No one will ever marry me for love. - Sansa VI, ASOS

___

I see no reason why you should not be wed as soon as we know that your Lannister husband is dead. A secret wedding, to be sure. - Sansa VI, ASOS

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Sansa VI -> <- Jon IX

Wind through their hair.

Thank you, @butterflies-dragons!

The wind ran salty fingers through her hair, and Sansa shivered. - Sansa VI, ASOS

x

A gust of wind sent icy tendrils wending through his long brown hair. - Jon IX, ASOS

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Jon IX -> <- Tyrion X -> <- Daenerys VI

Imprisoned Jon + imprisoned Tyrion + Daenerys and her two treacherous knights.

"Your father died by the sword, but he was highborn, a King's Hand. For you, a noose will serve. Ser Alliser, take this turncloak to an ice cell." - Jon IX, ASOS

x

He was halfway down the serpentine steps before he realized that the gold cloaks were not taking him back to his tower room. "I've been consigned to the black cells," he said. They did not bother to answer. Why waste your breath on the dead? - Tyrion X, ASOS

x

I am the blood of the dragon. I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. "Tell Belwas to bring my knights," Dany commanded, before she could change her mind. "My good knights." - Daenerys VI, ASOS

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Daenerys VI <- Jaime IX

Jaime Lannister sounding a lot like someone.

Jaime watched from the foot of the table, thinking of all those lords who aspired to a seat on the king's small council. They can bloody well have mine. If this was power, why did it taste like tedium? He did not feel especially powerful, watching Tommen dip his quill in the inkpot again. He felt bored. - Jaime IX, ASOS

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Jaime IX -> Jon X

The Targaryens . . . marry their sister.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

I want to be your wife, we belong to each other, but it can never be, Jaime. We are brother and sister."

"The Targaryens . . ."

"We are not Targaryens!" - Jaime IX, ASOS

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Jon X -> <- Arya XIII

Sounds like the maid with honey in her hair if you ask me.

Val looked at him with pale grey eyes. "He always climbed too fast." She was as fair as he'd remembered, slender, full-breasted, graceful even at rest, with high sharp cheekbones and a thick braid of honey-colored hair that fell to her waist. - Jon X, ASOS

x

"The little bird flew away, did she? Well, bloody good for her. She shit on the Imp's head and flew off."

"They'll find her," said Polliver. "If it takes half the gold in Casterly Rock."

"A pretty girl, I hear," said the Tickler. "Honey sweet." He smacked his lips and smiled. - Arya XIII, ASOS

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Samwell IV -> <- Jon XI

You don't know everything, Stannis.

"I am well aware of that," the king said. "I am aware of more than you know, Aemon Targaryen." - Samwell V, ASOS

x

They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. "I'm Prince Aemon the Dragonknight," Jon would call out, and Robb would shout back, "Well, I'm Florian the Fool." Or Robb would say, "I'm the Young Dragon," and Jon would reply, "I'm Ser Ryam Redwyne." - Jon XI, ASOS

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Samwell IV -> Jon XI <- Sansa VII

Two different types of snow knights likely being referenced.

"Sam the Slayer!" he said, by way of greeting. "Are you sure you stabbed an Other, and not some child's snow knight?" - Samwell IV, ASOS

x

What do I want with snowballs? She looked at her sad little arsenal. There's no one to throw them at. She let the one she was making drop from her hand. I could build a snow knight instead, she thought. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Jon XI -> <- Sansa VII

Twin chapters alert. Here we go again!

Thank you, @esther-dot!

You can't be the Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born, he heard Robb say again. And the stone kings were growling at him with granite tongues. You do not belong here. This is not your place. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

"I don't want her here." Her aunt's eyes were shiny with tears. "Why did you bring her to the Vale, Petyr? This isn't her place. She doesn't belong here." - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Every morning they had trained together, since they were big enough to walk; Snow and Stark, spinning and slashing about the wards of Winterfell, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying when there was no one else to see. They were not little boys when they fought, but knights and mighty heroes. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

She remembered a summer's snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They'd each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she'd had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she'd slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn't, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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When Jon closed his eyes he saw the heart tree, with its pale limbs, red leaves, and solemn face. The weirwood was the heart of Winterfell, Lord Eddard always said . . . but to save the castle Jon would have to tear that heart up by its ancient roots, and feed it to the red woman's hungry fire god. I have no right, he thought. Winterfell belongs to the old gods. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

The warmth took some of the ache from his muscles and made him think of Winterfell's muddy pools, steaming and bubbling in the godswood. Winterfell, he thought. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

"No. It was always warm, even when it snowed. Water from the hot springs is piped through the walls to warm them, and inside the glass gardens it was always like the hottest day of summer." She stood, towering over the great white castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

He wanted it, Jon knew then. He wanted it as much as he had ever wanted anything. I have always wanted it, he thought, guiltily. May the gods forgive me. It was a hunger inside him, sharp as a dragonglass blade. A hunger . . . he could feel it. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Winterfell, he thought. Theon left it burned and broken, but I could restore it. Surely his father would have wanted that, and Robb as well. They would never have wanted the castle left in ruins. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

The snow fell and the castle rose. Two walls ankle-high, the inner taller than the outer. Towers and turrets, keeps and stairs, a round kitchen, a square armory, the stables along the inside of the west wall. It was only a castle when she began, but before very long Sansa knew it was Winterfell. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Would I sooner be hanged for a turncloak by Lord Janos, or forswear my vows, marry Val, and become the Lord of Winterfell? It seemed an easy choice when he thought of it in those terms . . . though if Ygritte had still been alive, it might have been even easier. - Jon XII, ASOS

x

Sansa felt sorry for her little cousin sometimes, but she could not imagine ever wanting to be his wife. I would sooner be married to Tyrion again. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Only this time, this time, Robb had answered, "You can't be Lord of Winterfell, you're bastard-born. My lady mother says you can't ever be the Lord of Winterfell." - Jon XII, ASOS

x

"A giant," the boy whispered, weeping. "It wasn't me, it was a giant hurt the castle. She killed him! I hate her! She's a bastard and I hate her! I don't want to be leeched!" - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

In the end Halder and Horse had to pull him away from Iron Emmett, one man on either arm. The ranger sat on the ground dazed, his shield half in splinters, the visor of his helm knocked askew, and his sword six yards away. "Jon, enough," Halder was shouting, "he's down, you disarmed him. Enough!"

No. Not enough. Never enough. Jon let his sword drop. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "Emmett, are you hurt?" - Jon XII, ASOS

x

It was more than Sansa could stand. "Robert, stop that." Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll's head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow.

[...]

"It was my fault." Sansa showed them the doll's head. "I ripped his doll in two. I never meant to, but . . ."

[...]

A mad rage seized hold of her. She picked up a broken branch and smashed the torn doll's head down on top of it, then pushed it down atop the shattered gatehouse of her snow castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

Ygritte wanted me to be a wildling. Stannis wants me to be the Lord of Winterfell. But what do I want?

[...]

Red eyes, Jon realized, but not like Melisandre's. He had a weirwood's eyes. Red eyes, red mouth, white fur. Blood and bone, like a heart tree. He belongs to the old gods, this one. And he alone of all the direwolves was white. Six pups they'd found in the late summer snows, him and Robb; five that were grey and black and brown, for the five Starks, and one white, as white as Snow.

He had his answer then. - Jon VII, ASOS

x

I will tell my aunt that I don't want to marry Robert. Not even the High Septon himself could declare a woman married if she refused to say the vows.

[...]

I will tell her. I will! - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Jon XI <- Sansa VII

I mean. . .

When she opened the door to the garden, it was so lovely that she held her breath, unwilling to disturb such perfect beauty. The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. All color had fled the world outside. It was a place of whites and blacks and greys. White towers and white snow and white statues, black shadows and black trees, the dark grey sky above. A pure world, Sansa thought. I do not belong here.

Yet she stepped out all the same. Her boots tore ankle-deep holes into the smooth white surface of the snow, yet made no sound. Sansa drifted past frosted shrubs and thin dark trees, and wondered if she were still dreaming. Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks. At the center of the garden, beside the statue of the weeping woman that lay broken and half-buried on the ground, she turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Sansa VII -> Epilogue

Daughter kills giant (hmmm), mother kills Petyr.

It was more than Sansa could stand. "Robert, stop that." Instead he swung the doll again, and a foot of wall exploded. She grabbed for his hand but she caught the doll instead. There was a loud ripping sound as the thin cloth tore. Suddenly she had the doll's head, Robert had the legs and body, and the rag-and-sawdust stuffing was spilling in the snow.

[...]

"A giant," the boy whispered, weeping. "It wasn't me, it was a giant hurt the castle. - Sansa VII, ASOS

x

Petyr Pimple was hanging from the limb of an oak, a noose tight around his long thin neck. His eyes bulged from a black face, staring down at Merrett accusingly. You came too late, they seemed to say. - Epilogue, ASOS

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Prologue -> <- Sansa VII

AGOT

Prologue: ice threat introduction.

Final chapter: fire threat introduction.

ACOK

Prologue: cold-hearted King Stannis with his dying maester.

Final chapter: kindhearted King Bran with his dying maester.

ASOS

Drifting snowflakes, and Jon Snow.

Snow was falling. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Snow was falling on the Eyrie. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

What was wrong with him? He could hardly breathe. Had he gone to sleep? - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Outside the flakes drifted down as soft and silent as memory. Was this what woke me? 

[...]

it was so lovely that she held her breath - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

It was a heavy fall, thick white flakes coming down all about him. 

[...]

The snow was drifting in to cover him. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

The snow drifted down and down, all in ghostly silence, and lay thick and unbroken on the ground. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

He got to his knees, and something wet and cold touched his nose. Chett looked up. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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He could feel tears freezing to his cheeks.

[...]

He felt as though he were being attacked by a cloud of pale cold bugs. They settled on his shoulders, on his head, they flew at his nose and his eyes. Cursing, he brushed them off. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

Drifting snowflakes brushed her face as light as lover's kisses, and melted on her cheeks.

[...]

She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. - Sansa VII, ASOS

___

It isn't fair, he wanted to scream. Snow would ruin everything he'd worked for, all his careful plans. 

[...]

There'd be no lord's life for the leechman's son, no keep to call his own, no wives nor crowns. 

[...]

The snow's taken it all from me . . . the bloody snow . . .

Snow had ruined him once before. Snow and his pet pig. - Prologue, ASOS

vs.

It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams.

[...]

Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. - Sansa VII, ASOS

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Prologue -> <- Epilogue

Ice wights, fire wights, and wet smallclothes.

Thank you, @decadelongsummer!

"Three," he squeaked to Chett, "that was three, I heard three. They never blow three. Not for hundreds and thousands of years. Three means—"

"—Others." Chett made a sound that was half a laugh and half a sob, and suddenly his smallclothes were wet, and he could feel the piss running down his leg, see steam rising off the front of his breeches. - Prologue, ASOS

x

"Please." The last of Merrett's courage was running down his leg. 

[...]

The outlaws parted as she came forward, saying no word. When she lowered her hood, something tightened inside Merrett's chest, and for a moment he could not breathe. No. No, I saw her die. She was dead for a day and night before they stripped her naked and threw her body in the river. Raymund opened her throat from ear to ear. She was dead. - Epilogue, ASOS

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[aajjks]

🙂

TPOL!JK

“okay, okay, i shouldn’t have said that” you say taking back the housewife part but you still want to go to LA. there are so many good places in seoul but LA? california?! it’s such a mainstream place with plenty of opportunities and an opportunity like this is something you couldn’t pass on.

you thought you boyfriend would understand since he isn’t above leaving you to deal with his own career and like the supportive girlfriend you are, you stood by his side. you won’t lie, you’re a little hurt about his sudden outburst and then he tells you that his father was right about you, even claiming you don’t love him.

you can’t believe your own boyfriend is siding with that monster he calls father. all of those times you’ve said you’d never leave him yet here you are telling him you’re leaving. he feels hurt, betrayed, even thinking you’re selfish. very, very selfish.

“i DO realize how far that is but it’ll only be for nine months! i never told you because you were busy, jungkook. and now that i’m seeing your reaction, i wish i never did” you admit and that only drives his anger deeper because he could only imagine you disappearing to LA without telling him.

“wow, so you’re siding with your father now? you’re saying he’s right? then i guess he was right about our relationship too then, huh? you know what?” you unclip the necklaces and throw it at jungkook, the birthstone one and your promise ring.

“TAKE YOUR SHIT BACK THEN AND GIVE IT TO YOUR FATHER SINCE HE’S RIGHT!! i never loved you? ME?! the girl who basically helps you through your emotional outbursts? the girl who took you back after the shit you pulled at the club? maybe your father was right” you say before storming to the front door but of course, jungkook blocks your way out.

this can’t be happening, not again. he can’t lose you and from the looks of it, you’re already gone. if the world knew what you knew, they would walk out too. it’s all too much and your feelings are hurt. going back and forth with him is so exhausting and after everything you’ve done for and with him, you can’t take it anymore.

you’re doing what you should’ve done from the very beginning of this “relationship.” you’ll move away from jungkook so he can’t trace you or his crazy father. you saved enough money for a plane ticket, maybe you could transfer schools, and you and your mother could start a new life.

“get out of my way, jungkook. i’m serious. MOVE!! get the fuck away from the door!!”

If fighting is what you want, he will give you it.

“ NO, I WON’T FUCKING MOVE. You cannot do this to me!” he screams back, he never thought that you would be this selfish, can you even feel how his heart is breaking right now?

You’re just going to walk away from him? The thought of that makes him go crazy. He thought that you loved him. Was it just a facade?

Did you never love him?

“I WON’T. HOW CAN YOU EVEN DO THIS TO ME? Do I mean nothing to you? AND NOW YOU JUST THREW THE PROMISE RING AND THE BIRTHSTONE NECKLACE RIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE.”

Youre breaking his heart and walking all over it, it hurts him so much. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” He’s on the verge of sobbing. “WHY?” Jungkook doesn’t know what to do because if he screams at you, you threaten to leave him but you’re still going away from him.

“ LISTEN TO ME IF YOU WALK OUT FROM HERE RIGHT NOW.. everything will be over forever. I WON’T WAIT FOR YOU. IT’S LIKE YOU’LL BE DEAD TO ME.” He threatens you.

“I bet that doesn’t really make a difference to you, Does it? because you killed our unborn child, so why would I matter to you? Go ahead and leave and NEVER come back.”

[alasse-earfalas]

This is a bit of original fiction I wrote a few years ago. It's heavily based on real events and struggles, written from the PoV of one of my alts (who, despite the name and similar appearance, has nothing to do with Skyward Sword). Been thinking about this lately and wondering if this is common for ADHD or if it's a combination of that and dissociation.

Sky says "hi and if you have any questions please feel free to ask, I don't bite 🙂".

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Sky snapped back to reality when he heard the garage door open. He blinked, staring at the page in front of him.

How long had he spaced out this time? He checked the clock.

Three hours.

He rested his head on the blank piece of paper as he heard his mother walk in and set her things down. He’d have to explain to her that he hadn’t gotten anything done. Again. He wondered in a fit of panic if she would decide to not let him go to the family reunion, simply out of sheer frustration.

A deep ache sounded in his heart. Why? Why couldn’t he just focus? No, that wasn’t it. He knew the answer to that question well enough. He was on medication for his ADHD, and it was, supposedly, helping. He did find it kind of easier to focus when he took it, he guessed. But this daydreaming! His meds did nothing to help with that.

“Hey sweetie?” he heard his mother call out as she approached his room. “You get your homework done?”

What did she care? Sky slumped back in his chair. She was never home anyway. Neither of his parents were.

“Sky?” his mom said, poking her head into his room. “How’s the homework coming?”

“I’m not done yet,” he said tiredly.

“Well how much do you have left to do?”

Sky hesitated. “A lot.”

Sky winced at his mother’s all too familiar sigh. “Well, you know you can’t go to the family reunion this year unless you get all caught up,” she said.

“I know.”

“Did you take your medication today?”

“Yes.”

There was an awkward pause. “Well, alright then.” She started walking away from his room. “Better get working on it if you want to go this year!”

He did want to go. He desperately wanted to go. But no matter how much he wanted to go, he simply could not get himself to focus. It was like his mind was rebelling against him. He could do the work; that wasn’t the problem. If he could just focus he could knock these assignments out in no time.

Sky rubbed his face, then picked up his pencil and looked at the first problem. If he didn’t get all of this done by tomorrow, he couldn’t go. He had to focus.

A thought drifted in into Sky’s mind. The reason he wanted to go to the reunion so bad was because his favorite cousin would be there. Sky was an only child, and he didn’t really have a friend group at school. There were a few people he could hang out with, but they were all part of different groups. Sky typically sat by himself at lunch and didn’t really go to school events (outside of those required by his classes) because he was always so busy trying to get his homework done. He hadn’t been able to go to a family reunion in two years—or was it three?—because he’d been given the same ultimatum: catch up on his homework, or he couldn’t go. Sky wondered if his cousin Billy even remembered him. He smiled. He remembered having a lot of fun hanging around Billy. He wished they could hang out more often, but they lived so far away from each other.

The garage door opened again. Sky blinked, then glanced at the clock. He groaned, planting his face on his hands. Half an hour. It felt like thirty seconds, maybe, but it had been sixty times that. That was probably his dad getting home. His dad had to leave town a lot for his job. His mom worked locally. Sky spent most days by himself.

It wasn’t long before his parents’ bickering started. It didn’t matter what the subject was, really. Sky tried to tune it out and actually, finally, please, focus on his assignment. The bickering progressed in into yelling and slammed doors. Sky stood up and shut his bedroom door, then sat back down. It muffled the sound some. With every ounce of willpower he could muster, Sky forced himself to read the first problem. Every half second a new, interesting thought would assault his mind, and every single time he’d have to fight it to get it to go away.

Twenty minutes went by like this. It was enough time for him to get one past-due math assignment done. Sky set down his pencil and slumped back in his chair. He was already exhausted. Not from the math—the math was easy, he could do that in his sleep. He was the brain in class that the teacher opted to leave off the bell curve out of kindness to the other students. No, it wasn’t the math.

It was the concentrating. Having to fight off every. Little. Insignificant thought that flitted into his mind.

Sky took the finished assignment and placed it very carefully inside his math folder. If he didn’t do this now, he’d lose it, and it would all have been for nothing. He had to have rigid organization and rituals for everything, otherwise his life would just dissolve into chaos.

He noticed that his pencil needed sharpening. He dug around in his backpack for his pencil case. Opened it.

Where was the pencil sharpener?

Sky looked around his cluttered desk. Looked through the drawers. Sighing, he got up. He knew there was a pencil sharpener in his dad’s office he could use. He picked up his water cup, figuring he might as well fill that up since he was going out anyway.

His parents’ argument had died down, but he still tried to be as invisible as possible to avoid being dragged into another one. He walked to the kitchen sink and refilled his cup. On the way back he caught a glimpse of what was on television. His mother was watching one of those reality shows. Sky didn’t really care for them anymore. The cast members were all getting ready to participate in some kind of group challenge. The course looked interesting. Sky wondered what he would’ve done, if he had been there. As the countdown began, Sky started coming up with strategies, how he’d go about it, who he’d have do what job, which part he’d focus on first—

“Sky.”

His eyes re-glued themselves to the screen. Everyone was starting to move. Some teams were rushing to one task, some teams to another—

The sound from the TV suddenly died. “Sky!”

Sky, finally in control again, blinked, then looked at his mother, embarrassed. “Yeah?”

“I asked you how the homework’s going?”

“Oh, I’ve got one assignment done.”

She scowled at him. “Just one since I’ve been home?”

Sky shrank. He nodded.

“Alright, well, you know what the consequences are.” She turned back to the TV.

Sky hurriedly left the room before she could turn the sound back on.

Sky set his water down on the desk before plopping down into his chair. He checked his list of assignments. Looks like he had a worksheet to fill out about a book he was supposed to be reading.

Where did he put that? Sky turned his chair around and scanned the room. Was it by his nightstand? He got up to check. No, it wasn’t there. Maybe his bookshelf? He walked over to the bookshelf. He didn’t see his assigned book, but he saw another book he’d been meaning to read. He pulled it from the shelf and flipped it open to the bookmark. It was a fascinating read, all about these mutant kids who’d escaped from a lab and had to go after an evil sorcerer.

Some time later, Sky heard a knock on his door. “Yes?” he called.

“Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay.” As Sky turned his gaze away from the door, he caught sight of his desk.

Oh. Right.

Whoops.

Sky shoved the bookmark back in the book and put the book back on the shelf. Suddenly he remembered: that’s right, he’d put the assigned book in his backpack. He’d have to check there later.

Sky went out to the kitchen. “How’s the homework coming?” his dad asked.

“I got a math assignment done,” Sky said as he grabbed a plate.

“That’s good,” his dad said. “How much more do you have to do?”

Sky grimaced. “A lot.”

“You mean you got another math assignment done?” his mother asked.

Sky kept adding food to his plate. It gave him an excuse to avoid eye contact as he shook his head.

His mother launched into her typical spiel. Sky knew the basic gist: what was taking him so long, didn’t he know it was better to get his work done before he relaxed, clearly he didn’t want to go to the family reunion, didn’t he understand how important his grades were. And then, the doozy: “You’re so smart, but I swear you act so stupid sometimes!”

Sky walked silently to his room. He could feel his cheeks getting hot. He closed the door behind him, sat down at his desk, and cried.

Yes, he knew how important school was. Yes, of course he wanted to go to the family reunion; what was the point of using that to supposedly motivate him if he didn’t want to go? And yes, he was smart. He knew he was smart. He just couldn’t focus to save his life.

Sky brought himself up to his elbows and wiped his eyes. What assignment had he been doing again? He checked his assignment list. Right, the book worksheet. He rummaged through the designated “books” pocket of his backpack.

The book wasn’t there.

After a few seconds of mild panic, Sky found the book in a different pocket. Right, he’d had to rush out of class, so he didn’t have time to put it back in the right pocket. Sky pulled the worksheet over and began going through the questions. The first one seemed simple enough. Sky grabbed his pencil.

Right. It still needed to be sharpened.

Sky checked his backpack again to no avail. Finally he relented, stood up and walked out of his room. After sharpening his pencil, on his way back to his room, he got stuck watching the TV again.

“Sky?”

Sky barely even registered that someone was speaking to him.

The sound on the TV died again. “Sky!”

Sky jumped. “Oh, yeah?”

“Do you need something?” his dad asked.

“Oh, no,” Sky said.

“Then go do your homework!”

Sky nodded, then left quickly.

Back at his desk, sharpened pencil in hand, Sky sat down, determined to focus. As he was re-reading the question (he’d forgotten it since getting up to sharpen his pencil), he began absent-mindedly bouncing his pencil on the desk. He started watching his pencil, surprised at how high it bounced off the eraser rubber. Sky wondered how high he could drop it from. How high could he get it to bounce?

After a thorough ten-minute study of the bounciness of pencil erasers, Sky’s pencil fell on the floor and rolled out of reach. Sky stood up to grab his pencil, which jolted his mind back to what he was supposed to be doing.

Homework. Right. But first, he was hungry, and everyone knows it’s not good to try to think on an empty stomach.

When his parents checked on him half an hour later, he still hadn’t gotten any more work done. He ended up staying up almost three hours past his bedtime, desperately trying to catch up on his homework. Finally he got so mentally exhausted that he just couldn’t think anymore. He tried to push himself past even that point, but doing so was clearly, obviously getting him nowhere.

Getting up in the morning was going to be a pain, he thought as he set his alarm for the next morning. He really hoped he didn’t accidentally turn off his alarm in the morning before falling back to sleep. He hoped his alarm would wake him up at all!

He dutifully packed his backpack, then took his plate to the sink and finished getting ready for bed. One day. That was all the time he had left to get his homework done. He tried to think of time in class or during lunch that he might be able to get a few things done. The more he could get done at school, the better. He found it easier to focus there for whatever reason.

As he drifted off to sleep, Sky thought about why he was so adamant about going to the family reunion in the first place: his cousin, Billy. Sky didn’t really have anyone else he felt like he could talk to. Maybe he couldn’t talk to Billy anymore, either. Maybe his cousin had changed since the last time they saw each other. Worry began to creep in. What if he thought Sky was stupid now? What if he thought he was weird, and avoided him, just like everyone at school did? He’d had friends in earlier grades, but it was like they grew out of him, or something. Sky didn’t really understand it. He thought he was a pretty nice guy. But he felt awkward in groups, like he was out of the loop. Like he was always missing some crucial bit of information, some social handbook that everyone else had access to.

His thoughts began to be muddled. It was the first sign that he was falling asleep, and the last thing he remembered before doing so.

[imhereforscm]

How are you? What are your hobbies besides reading, writing and playing violin. 🙂

Can i request more human Tauxolouve x vampire reader?

"Through your eyes"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: SLIGHT love making mentions

A/N: Hello, dearest😚😚 I'm doing pretty good, I must say.❤️❤️ I'm less and less busy, so I'm getting back to writing more frequently again💖💖 also, something else I do aside from writing, reading and playing the violin, is chess. I'm self-taught at chess✨♟️⭐ I hope you enjoy the fic, love!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The feeling of Tauxolouve's warm skin contradicted yours in temperature, but he didn't seem to mind.

He held you close, tracing his fingertips across the bare skin of your back, as you listened to his heartbeat returning to normal after your love making.

"It's slowing down." You commented and he smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"You're so cute, being so entertained by the mere speed of my heart." Tauxolouve said, chuckling at your bashfulness, awakened by his words. "But I like it when you pay so close attention to me. It makes me feel... Flattered." His eyes softened, the previous teasing tone now completely absent from his voice and replaced with affection.

"I like to watch you." You said, inspecting every detail of his face. "Your colour is so lively and your eyes so... Natural. And my favourite thing is that you're warm." If your heart could beat, it'd be racing right now and if blood was flowing in your body, it'd be rushing to your cheeks. Listening to your own words made you fall even more in love with this man laying beside you. The man who trusted your sharp fangs so close to him and found comfort in your cold body. The man who even after listening to the silence of your ribcage, he never felt unwelcomed. Silence fell all around you and your crimson eyes relaxed into his own.

"I can see my reflection in your eyes..." He whispered.

You on the other hand could only see the half form of the moon in his and that brought a question to your mind and heart. "Tauxolouve?"

"Yes, my little lady?"

"What do I look like to you?" You asked and he chuckled softly, poking the tip of your nose with his finger.

"Beautiful, of course. Have you ever doubted my words?"

"No, of course not. But you see," you elaborated on your question, wanting to fulfill the greedy curiosity, that made your tongue eager. "I can't see myself in the mirror, nor in your eyes. I don't know what I look like to you."

Tauxolouve understood what you meant and narrowed his eyes, staring at your face with an analytical expression. "Do you want me to show you?"

You weren't sure how he was intending on doing that, but you trusted him. So you nodded.

He slipped out of bed and put on his pants, still leaving the upper part of his body exposed to the moonlight and your eyes as he walked to his stuff, that were thrown down to the floor.

You waited patiently, trying to piece together his actions, but you couldn't. You were clueless on where that was going as he dragged a chair to the side of the bed.

"Since you can't see yourself through your own eyes, allow me to let you see through mine." He said, before picking up his pencil and bringing it down on the page of his notebook.

"Are you... Going to draw me...?!" You were genuinely surprised.

"If you allow me."

You placed a hand above your chest, right where your heart was resting quietly and smiled at him softly. "I want to see myself through your eyes."

"Then I shall grant your wish."

You laughed at that. "You sound like some god."

"Maybe I was in some life!" He said and joined in your laughter. Tauxolouve's wrist began moving across the paper, the flame of the candle on the bedside table lighting up for him the path to create an image only he could. His fingers may have been gripping the pencil, but without his soul, there would be no one to lead it.

"I'm sure you'd be some wishes god." You said and swallowed, hearing how his pencil was scratching away across his paper.

"You think?" He chuckled. "What if there are no gods who grant wishes?"

"I have you right in front of me, so how are they not real?"

His wrist paused for a second and he looked up with eyes lovestruck and a smile that reached his eyes. "You're really charming, you know that?"

"I learnt from the best."

"It's an honour to know I've been your best teacher in all those years you've been around."

You continued chatting, sharing looks coated in love's sweetest nectar and smiles straight from the depths of your hearts.

Until at some point, when the moon had traveled half of your visible night sky... "Are you ready to see what I see?" Tauxolouve placed his pencil on the bedside table and came to sit back on the bed.

You took a deep breath and a somewhat nervous smile formed across your lips. "I'm ready." You said and then you hushed... Your eyes widened and your lips were left parted in awe. "That's..."

"That's you." He said quietly, as if to not disturb the peace of the moment.

"It's so beautiful." You breathed. The woman across the page was ethereal and her eyes held deep emotion, which felt as if they were looking directly into your soul and mind. "Her eyes are so intense... In a good way."

"Your eyes are intense, because they hold nothing but love for me. Now look at me." He drew your eyes to his and you reached out to touch his cheek, driven by your overflowing emotions. "Don't my eyes hold such strength as well?"

You traced his cheekbone with your thumb and a touched smile softened your shocked lips. "Yes... Yes, they do."

"Which means we are in love. So deep within a love that'll never fade." As the shutter of your home closed, blocking out the sun you were cursed to always run from since birth, his sweet voice remained behind the curtains, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.

[catistransfaq]

When I was a kid, I thought gender was a silly little game we were all playing. I was given a pink jersey. I teased those in blue jerseys just as they did to those of us wearing pink. But then recess was over and we took the jerseys off to go back to our lessons. As I grew older, I started to realize other people loved their jerseys. They were a part of them. They didn't come off. And everyone insisted I kept mine on too. But I didn't want to wear mine. It was uncomfortably tight and constricting. It was itchy. Why couldn't we all just take off the jerseys and leave them on the playground where they belonged? I was clearly alone in this, so I kept my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself.

Then my body started to change.

I didn't want it to. I liked my body exactly the way it was. Everyone told me it was fine. It was natural. I'd be happy with it one day. Ask my mom some time about how awful it was for me and how scary it was for her. She had no idea why I wasn't handling new hair growth, periods, or my incoming breasts. I remember distinctly begging her, tears in my eyes, to get my uterus removed. Not because periods hurt or made me tired, but because it was wrong. My body should not be doing that! She just held me, crying and confused herself, as she told me we couldn't do that. They would never allow it.

Well I couldn't stop my period, but I could do something about all this hair! Removing hair was even encouraged! I would pick and pick and pick and pick at my legs until I got every last hair out of them. It did not matter that I was now covered in tiny, bleeding wounds that would scar. At least I got that hair that was not supposed to be there! I spent hours, literal hours, inspecting every last inch of my legs making sure there wasn't a single hair left. There always would be. Do you have any idea how many hairs grow on your body??

So.

Many.

And then there was dreading the day my chest would start growing. I remember realizing there would always be something between me and my bed for the rest of my life. I cried into my pillow that night. And when my breasts finally did start growing, it was even worse than I'd imagined! They looked so wrong on me that at first I thought they were growing in the wrong spot. 😅 I covertly stared at a few adults until I could confirm mine were growing correctly. But I hated them. I wished we were like other mammals that only grew breasts when pregnant. I scoured the internet for ways to stop them from growing (spoiler alert, you can't really). Binding seemed like a good solution for about two seconds (there weren't many binders back then and home binding can be very dangerous). In my darker moments I even hoped for breast cancer just to be allowed to have them removed. I thought I hid this a lot better from my mom but apparently she was terrified she'd come home to find I'd mutilated myself one day. I just had to deal with it and try not to think about them every second of every day. I stopped moving around much. Running, jumping, dancing, raising my arms, anything that made them jiggle and reminded me of their existence was off the table. Occasionally I'd forget why I didn't ever do those things. I'd give them a try only to be cruelly reminded and spiral into a dark depression I didn't fully understand.

I now know those were all just symptoms of gender dysphoria. I don't identify as a girl. I'm not a girl. My brain is wired differently. The best way to treat gender dysphoria is to let people transition to the gender that matches with what their brain thinks they are. For me that meant a name change, laser hair removal, an IUD, and top surgery. When you vote, please remember me and think of others like me. Taking away gender affirming care would literally kill us. Please, don't do it.

If you have some questions, I have created an FAQ that will hopefully have some answers for you 🙂

[enchantechante]

Hi!I think anon should look at it this way...she was finally able to see who her ex truly is.He lied to her for who knows how long,cheated with the same person who kept coming around(probably said she was just a friend),and also left her for that person and that persons children(even though the children are innocent,it's still wrong morally).He basically started a family and was probably doing that behind anons back before coming clean.

Years went by and he realized he couldn't find another woman like anon so he doubled back,trying to set her up for the okie doke.Anons discernment kicked in so she left him.

Years later,he was still single because he still couldn't find someone to take anons place.Now he's in a relationship with someone who doesn't even know what he's capable of.I always say anyone can change but a liar/cheater is always suspect.Those are major character flaws.

I'm sure anon wants to be the bigger person,not do evil for evil and all that other good stuff but wrong is wrong.

She is still single and struggling to trust men because he left her scarred.Now she doesn't want to be married or have children when he might get married and have them with someone else after wasting years of her life.It is very heartbreaking.I wish I could hug her,tell her it's not her fault and remind her that good things always come to those who do right by others even if it seems like it never will.

People need to understand that it is not okay to do those things to someone.No one deserves that treatment.I feel for her.I really do.I hope she knows that a lot of us including myself have been taken advantage of by men.It is not her fault.Her deciding to leave,focus on herself and heal was smart to do.She did the right thing.

I hope she continues to heal and will be open to love again one day soon.I'm sure she'll make a real man a happy husband one day and would be an amazing mother.🙂

There was a lot wrong with that man's actions thats for sure.

the only thing that turned it around sounds like is her choice to believe she deserved better & pursue it no matter what.

I wouldn't say scarred - scarred people aren't open to feel and try again. To me she sounds like she's reached a height spiritually she never thought she would be dropped into how she was.

It's pushed her closer to God and naming things that are hard to be in faith for.

I know no matter what she's in faith for, God gon' see to it.

[hoebaring]

Forever | A Kim Taehyung One Shot

His forever, her. Her forever, him. Each other's. No other way.

Tags/Warnings :- A proposal. That's it. An attempt at writing tooth rotting fluff😂. Way too short to even be considered a one shot but yeahh. This is just a small drabble I tried writing based on a small scenario I thought of when I saw a picture of our beloved Tae.🙂

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word count :- 1.1k Words

Masterlist

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"I absolutely love this.." Y/n sighs, leaning her head against Taehyung's shoulder as she takes a moment to admire the peaceful grayish tint in the clouds, the rain pouring down with a pitter patter on the clean streets right outside their patio.

"And I love you" Taehyung retorts with a lovely smile, wrapping his right arm around her to pull her in for a side hug as a small blush paints her face before she whispers out a small 'me too babe'.

He stares down at her, adoring the way she shyly goes back to reading the novel in her hand, hands fidgeting with the pages, trying to distract herself from the butterflies by making a tiny dog ear with the page although she would definitely hate the crease it was bound to leave later.

There's a gust of cold wind that blows, making them shiver, the hammock they are seated in rocking side to side. Taehyung pulls Y/n closer, cuddling her as if to shield her from the cold rain as she takes his large hand in her smaller palm, squeezing it comfortably.

"Your hands are soo cold. How come you're not freezing your ass off right now?" Y/n asks indignantly with a laugh to which he simply shrugs, chuckling lightly.

"Ahh. I wish we could stay like this forever.." Y/n sighs out, a warm smile gracing her face.

"Mhmm" Taehyung agrees, thoughts wandering about, imagining a life with her, forever. He loved the idea. The thought had occurred to him many times over the last 3 years, but he had always pushed it away, scared that it would be too early for her, scared of rejection even though she had never given him a reason to doubt her.

However, right now, there weren't any of those silly insecurities that filled his heart, not enough room with all the love and care for her that occupies it instead.

Forever sounds beautiful..

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Dreamy. That's what Taehyung thinks the situation before him looks like. Seated opposite to him is Y/n, a perfectly frilled maroon summer dress adorning her, the beautiful locket he had gifted her on their 2nd year anniversary complementing the floral design on her dress elegantly, eyes sparkling bright with the reflection of the fairy lights hung in beautiful strings around the fancy diner they were at as she smiles at the waitress, letting her know that the dinner was delightful.

It was a wonder as to how merely watching her smile could make him feel like a teenage boy all over again. Palms sweaty, anxious chatter eating away at his mind as he goes over the small speech he prepared and rehearsed over a million times in front of the mirror, trying to perfect every single word and expression, wanting to be the man she would want to spend the rest of her life with.

Taehyung watches as she gets up to leave, only to see her stop once she notices him not moving from his seat. Sitting back with a frown, she speaks.

"Is everything alright Taehyung-ah?" Y/n asks once she notices his tense, nervous demeanor.

He is about to respond with a 'yes, don't worry' before getting up. However, he doesn't. Instead, he responds truthfully.

"I- I just have something to say"

"Ok.." Y/n voices out, nodding her head with a smile despite being anxious since his tone didn't give way to any hints as to what he wanted to speak about.

This was it. The moment where he would speak with confidence. Be her prince charming. The one and only.

But no. He is robbed off of his words when she looks into his eyes, waiting for him to speak. It was as if the short monologue he prepared never existed. Speechless.

That's when he realizes something mesmerizingly beautiful. He realizes how that beautiful smile of hers represents his happiness. How those beautiful eyes of hers leave him wordless. How she represents, no, is his world.

She doesn't deserve mere words that he had memorized from a piece of paper, even if he spent hours, days writing them! No. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it from the heart. Truthfully. No matter how 'un-princely' or 'imperfect' it might sound.

"There's no, uh, right way for me to tell you this"

"It's alright. Go on babe" Y/n smiles, though anxious, unsuspecting.

"There's no right way for me to tell you about this because there's too much for me to say." Taehyung smiles nervously as Y/n listens intently, still anxious

"I can go on and on about the million, tiny reasons that I've fallen for your eyes." He confesses truthfully, sure of his next words and moves as he sees her smile lovingly. 

"I can go on and on about the million little reasons that I'm in love with your smile. In love with you" Y/n feels her eyes tear up once she understands where he's going with this. She knows what he is going to say next, and she knows what her answer will be.

Taehyung's hand reaches into the inner pocket of his dark blue coat, pulling out a small, black box. "But, there's only one way for me to say that I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/n" A tear trickles down Y/n's smiling face, and Taehyung wipes it away to which she giggles with a sniffle.

"So, Y/n" Taehyung finally breaks into a bright smile as he stands up from his seat and walks over to her, gently taking her hand in his. He opens the box to reveal a graceful silver ring, a small diamond delicately placed on it.

"Will you marry me?"

Y/n had always thought of marriage as a fragilely strong bond. If one was lucky and wise, it could bring immense joy, and peace to a person. To have their loved one willing to be there for them through every step in their life from that sacred moment, sharing both happiness, and suffering. What better person to spend life with, than the one who brought out the best in her? What better person to be with, than him?

"Yes!" She cries out with a smile and a nod of her head, tears of joy streaming down her face as she gets up from her chair to engulf Taehyung in a tight hug, who gladly scoops her into his arms, laughing.

"I love you so much.."

"Me too babe... Me too." Taehyung whispers back lovingly.

A roar of applause rings through the diner as he slips the ring on to her finger, a smile gracing his face once she hugs him again delightedly, uncaring of the audience they now had, too engrossed in the happiness she felt.

This was it. The forever that she had always wished for.

And it's beautiful..

[skippyv20]

Tea leaf reading fun.

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim wishing I had a Platinum Jubilee teacup...but my old one will do as I swirl the tea while considering the latest info floating in on a chilly breeze. 1. Just Haz looked so much happier the moment Raptor left. (Yes, I am going back to Raptor because she really is a man eater and can never ever be trusted with an apetite like hers.) He had freedom to just be his old happy go lucky arrogant self. He loves making other people feel good because he gets to feel good too, he explained. 2. An anon ID'd one of his old buddies Gilkes sitting at the Irish pub. He was the friend trying to understand what Raptor was doing at the polo match holding a doll for hours (it had to be something other than a real infant that is for sure) the afternoon she roared up unannounced wearing the khaki green tent of a dress, looking totally out of her mind clutching an unmoving, dangling body of a non-fussing, uncovered infant/doll on a hot afternoon with its mouth almost smothered...that day Prince George got close and took a good look-a photo shows him bewildered as she shooed him off. Gilkies seemed to ask if he could see the new baby and she gave him a glimpse. His pained, aghast expression is there to see in photos. So, he knows too. 3. Then we have "tea" from an observer at the IG games. This is really fascinating stuff! That they can't stand each other; didn't stay at the same hotels; she reeked of booze and arrived late to events, disliking interactions with kids and competitors and JH was not invited to her soiree at Soho House...this makes real sense following her pattern of ugly, gaslighting, grifter behavior. That "my love" stuff will never fly in their fake film. 4. The newest book is out reporting massive-his favorite word-family fighting for years discussing JH's history of anger. The Harkle's feed this addiction, living on a razors edge of emotions which is what grieving people do at first...those searing feelings of loss keep them connected to those gone. Stable people realize when it is time to move on and heal. Keeping this angst alive, thinking escape from the palace and becoming humanitarians just like his mother, would make them richer and even more famous than his family, sounded great and would solve his jealousy problems...wonder what outfit of Dianah's Raptor copied when she sold this plan to H? 5. There are 2 opposite reports regarding the visit with HM. First that Raptor was held in a room with four guards watching her every move, having tea alone; that shouting was heard, and JH fled the palace leaving her to catch up. Or the version told by a mealy mouthed, barely audible JH in his TV interview saying he and Meghan shared a delightful teatime with HM...well that could have happened 3 years ago for all we know. He really can't lie. His twitchy delivery was like his announcing Archie's birth at the horse stable, getting details mixed up. IT'S TIME TO READ WHAT THEY SAY...A fake diamond ring will learn to fly...there will be no acting awards for strangers in LaLa Land...hmmm...the creepy, unknown IG team, carrying equipment and walking as one will disappear like dolls....and finally they say a long-lost prince is going to join the ministry, speaking in word salad tongues and giving good vibes hugs. Over and out for now. Long live the queen!

Love this….you always make my heart smile and laugh🙂❤️❤️❤️❤️

[aleksa-sims]

My RL gameplay (18+)

Two days after Philip told me what Nico said to him, on that horrible day, he left me. I actually felt a bit better. Still, I didn’t think Nico would actually come back. But I was kind of happy, that at least the friendship between N. & P. didn’t get too much damage. Still there’s something wrong with Philip.🙁 I haven’t seen him for almost 4-5 weeks since yesterday. P. looked kind of bad and he’s just......not well? 😕 🤷‍♀️ But we didn’t talk about this just about all this shit that happend & I wanted to leave here! Oh, and as you can see, I have changed! I was cutting & dyeing my hair. That I look like I looked, this was NOT planned!!! I mean yes, I wanted a change and cut my hair, but not that short!!! 😩

I only wanted to shorten it to the shoulders, but I let myself be persuaded once again, to something, I didn’t want! I was so disappointed when I looked in the mirror! 😢 I could have cried! But it’s just hair that grows back! Right? 🤷‍♀️ I was so afraid, that Philip wouldn’t like me with short hair. 🙈 I know how much he loved my long, dark hair. But..... I just couldn’t look at myself anymore. I kept thinking about N., that’s why I had to change.

I was home in my room waiting for P. and yeah, after a while he was there! He was totally shocked when he saw me! 😱

Me: Ta-dah! 💁‍♀️...  Surprise, I am a new person! 😬......😟

Philip: Holy fucking shit! 😲 What-....who are you? And where’s my pretty girlfriend?

Me: 😞 🙁......  I know! 🙈 I’m so sorry, I should have asked you, before I made such a big change.

Philip: Yeah, you definitely should have done this! 🤨

Me: But it’s just hair, P.! 😟 🤷‍♀️  I had to do this! I want a fresh start with you! And my old self has constantly reminded me of N.! You know why! He changed me. I mean, I changed for him. 😬

Philip: Hm? 🤔 Idk? But...well! I’ll have to deal with it! 🤷‍♂️

Me: 😞......😢😢

Philip: Shit, A.! 😦 I didn’t mean to hurt you! I swear! I was just kidding! Ana called me and told me how nervous you are about your new hair. She told me you were afraid I wouldn’t like you anymore. Honestly, A.! This is totally ridiculous! 😕 Why do you think that? You’ve been hiding from me for the last 5 weeks, just because you.... cried so much and had that rash under your eyes. You know, there are plenty of other things about you, that I really appreciate! Not just your hair or your..... look!

Me: So you like it? Or you just think it’s okay? 😟

Philip: You look cute! 🙂 Sure, I liked your long hair, but I think you look really hot now too.......We have almost the same hair color! 😄 We could be like...brother and sister. 😉 😄

Me: We don’t look alike at all! You have blue eyes, I have brown eyes, and my skin color is at least 2 shades darker than yours. You know? But ok, we could be stepsiblings. I know you like this! 😉......You’re such a weirdo!

Philip: I think this is more true for you! 🤨.... I’ve really missed you, A., in the last few weeks! I was so worried about you! Just....everything, this should never have happened! 🙁

Me: It’s okay, P.!....The last few days have been hell for me and it is still so hard sometimes! I wish I could just go back in time.

Philip: To do what? 

Me: I’d try to stop Nico from leaving. I didn’t even try! 😞 I just told him to fuck off. 😢

Philip: When I found you two on the floor in the bathroom and you clung to him, you begged him not to leave! So as you can see, you tried! And believe me A.! I tried too! Several times! But he saw no other way out. Aaand....maybe he was right? 😟 If Nico didn’t have to leave to play soccer, I would have just left so you two could stay together. Just so you don’t get me wrong. But he’ll come back, you’ll see and in the meantime, I’m gonna get you out of this crap, your drugs.

Me: And what then, P.? What if N. actually comes back? Will you leave? So I’m going through all this shit again? 😧

Philip: No, we’ll do it just right! You can be with the two of us whenever you want. Without those damn rules that made you feel like N. and I were just taking advantage of you and passing between us, like you were just an object. 😔

Me: Wow P.! 😦 You actually listened to me, when I told N. & you why I didn’t want this thing anymore.

Philip: Sure, A.! And N. did this too! That’s why he blamed himself for your .....condition & your relapse. He wanted you to change when we started! But not the way it came!!!! 🤦‍♂️ And I totally understand him! Anyway! I don’t have much time today, I can’t stay with you for long, I have to go. I have to finish my work.

Me: But I thought you and I could....ugh! It’s ok! 😔 I just hate being locked up! I could come with you.😳

Philip: I wish I could take you to my place, but I promised your dad A.! 😟  I promised as long as you’re in rehab, I’m not gonna take you with me.

Me: Yes, but it’s been over 5 weeks now! 😩 I need a change & I need you.

Philip: We can’t do this to your parents! Not again, A.! 🤨 🤦‍♂️

Me: This is a completely different situation now! I just ran away with N. 🤷‍♀️

Philip: No, actually the situation is still the same! Do you want me to start arguing with your dad like Nico did back then?....Look, I understand you’re bored, but I’ll come back to you as soon as I’m done. And you have your PC here now. I installed everything you need yesterday, you can even play Sims, with N.’s Origin ID.

Me: Yeah, I could do some CC shoping....🤔

Philip: Ha? 🤨

Me: Agh, forget this P.! You’re not a sims player. But next time, I’ll show you what I meant.

Philip: Yeah, sure! So what do we do now? I have an hour.

Me: Come on, let’s sit outside. There are new episodes on YT about these mysterious missing persons cases. I love watching this with you, so I’ve been waiting for you to be back with me.

Philip: Yeah, that’s a good idea! I totally missed doing this with you, too, and tomorrow I’ll show you something cool when I come back.

After P. & I watched some mysterious missing persons cases, I did some online shopping. Yeah, and Philip fell asleep. But as I said, I thought something is wrong with him. He looked kind of tired. Oh yes, and Sandra was pregnant! 😬 Which she will tell me soon.

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