#cassiopeia harrison

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03/05/2024

I was watching some kind of VR game/movie thing, which was based on the cartoon Bounty Hamster. The protagonist, Cassie, had fallen into a coma and woken up as an animated skeleton 100 years later. The entire plot was Cassie viewing the logs from the eponymous Bounty Hamster where he spends his whole life waiting for her to wake up. It was absurdly depressing and Cassie then became an alcoholic despite being a) a skeleton and b) mentally still 13 years old.

Incidentally, I think this is the most anyone has thought about the British sci-fi cartoon Bounty Hamster since 2003.

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Are you writing Cutthroat? I’m curious about more. Are you making a fandom wiki or family trees?

Hello!

I am currently working on refining some aspects of Cutthroat before beginning to write the actual beast. To be honest, I hadn't thought of making a Fandom wiki for it. The blood relations between some of the characters are quite complicated, and building Family Trees might help me out a lot, so thanks for the suggestion!

I'll include a summary of the AU under the cut, so you can get a general idea of what it's about.

Cutthroat AU:

Harrison Silas Sayre doesn't hate Wool's Orphanage—that is Tom's, his brother's, job. Tom Marvolo Riddle hates Wool's as much as he hates his dead mother, which is saying a lot. Unfortunately for them, they seem to gravitate around the Orphanage. Though that might have something to do with the ritual they performed there fifty years ago.

Exactly seven months after Tom Riddle's birth, a baby arrived at Wool's Orphanage with a single letter stating his full name and date of birth: Harrison Silas Sayre, July 31st, 1927. The two boys were different from other children—special, as Tom often said, so it was no wonder they found solace in each other while growing up as brothers.

The Wizarding World had no idea what it signed up for the day the twins' Hogwarts letters arrived.

During their seven years at Hogwarts, they became close with the Black sisters: Dorea, a Slytherin like Tom, and Cassiopeia, who was in Ravenclaw with Harry, though in different years.

Cassiopeia was creepy. She worshipped Tom, though that might have something to do with the rumors about her weird Visions... Tom was a natural, charismatic leader, though he only had a meaningful relationship with his brother. Harry, instead, formed a close friendship with Dorea right from the start. They were always seen with each other, much in the same way Cassiopeia could always be found trailing Tom.

I could say a lot of things about them, but I think the most important event is the ritual Tom performed at 18—a ritual Harry was forced to participate in. Ideally, the ritual would allow them to live forever, an anchor of one another, until the end of times... But vital blood was needed.

Fifty years later, Lily Evans' and Regulus Black's research took them to a set of Caves near an abandoned Orphanage. They had spent years after James' death looking for any clue about the mysterious dark lord who was steadily taking hold of the Wizarding World from behind the stage. Only few were aware of his existence, except for his followers (Peter and the Mark in his scalp was a somber reminder of that fact), but nobody knew a single thing about the actual person.

In the Caves, behind a blood protection that Lily was surprisingly able to pass through, there was a black crystal coffin. Within, a sleeping young man had a snake resting on his chest. The snake watched as Lily and Regulus got close and, slowly, began to eat its own tail.

Ouroboros, they recognised, and the boy woke up.

His green eyes were exactly like Lily's, and there was a gruesome scar decorating his throat, as if it was sliced open once upon a time...

Like I said before, I could talk about Cutthroat all evening. It's very, very extensive and writing a summary for it is a difficult task for me. You can, however, ask questions, in case you're curious about something specific. Or if you want to know more about some characters, or their family trees or the plot...

Anyways, hope this was not too boring to read, and not too long of an answer. Thank you for asking! Knowing there's someone interested in this AU makes me motivated to do my best and keep working on it. Hope you have a good day!

[mousterian-writes]

Cassiopeia, Ursa Major, Leo for constellation asks?

Cassiopeia - What’s your favorite scene so far?

Favorite scene so far, I assume that means posted because there are a couple of parts in chapter 6 that might have this one beat. I think when Kel'Thuzad drools all that rancid tusk oil on Modera after not seeing her for like 10 years is pretty funny. I mean, talk about an awkward reunion! Also it takes all the power out of his hands in that exchange. Yes- he is a a scary monster, but like how scary can you be in that moment when you just bleh all over you're ex's chest?

So yeah I would say that whole bit in the library with them together is my favorite scene.

Ursa Major - What scene are you looking forward to writing?

I'm looking forward to writing the aftermath of the Library incident. Modera is going to rip into Harrison Jones and we also get to see her interact with her current BF Aethas Sunweaver, who is very self centered and it should be amusing.

I'm also looking forward to writing more stuff with Kel'Thuzad and Vael, I think that will be fun and cute.

[oughttobeclowns]

Review: Legally Blonde, Open Air Theatre

Review: Legally Blonde, Open Air Theatre Not liking this would be like putting a half loop stitch on china silk

Lucy Moss refreshes and reinvigorates Legally Blonde the musical in iconic style at the Open Air Theatre “If you’re wrong, we look desperate AND homophobic” The Open Air Theatre isn’t a venue one necessarily associates with taking risks, so getting SIX co-creator Lucy Moss to direct a wonderfully diverse and queered-up revival of Legally Blonde feels like an excitingly big swing. Quite how it…

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𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

hello everyone! i am finally back with a new name list, i hope you enjoy it and find it usefull!

[ disclaimer: my sincere apologies if there are any spelling/meaning/origin mistakes in any of my name lists, i am by no means a professional in this area, i just like creating lists to help aid storytellers. i do try my best to find each name’s corresponding origin/meaning/spelling but i am a human who is prone to make the odd mistake. p.s, i take requests! ]

Female

Adalina - German derived - Noble 

Adelaide - English - Noble natured 

Adrianna - Latin - Person from Hadria 

Aishwarya - Sanskrit - Wealth, prosperity 

Alethea - Greek - Truth

Alexandria - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men

Alexandrina - Greek derived - Feminine form of Alexandros, defender of men

Alianora - Unknown - Unknown

Amaryllis - Greek - Sparkle, shine

Anastasia - Greek - Ressurection

Anastazja - Polish - Reborn 

Angelina - Greek - Messenger

Angelique - Latin - Messenger of God

Annabella - Italian - Loving

Annabelle - English - Favoured grace

Annalisa - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty

Annamaria - Italian/French/German - Bitter, grace

Anneliese - Latin - Graced with God’s bounty

Antoinetta - Latin - Praiseworthy

Antoinette - French - Priceless one

Antonella - Italian - First born

Antonia - Italian - Priceless, praiseworthy, beautiful

Antonina - Spanish - Priceless, highly esteemed

Arabella - Latin - Yielding to prayer

Araceli - Latin - Altar of heaven, heavenly homemaker

Araminta - English - Prayer, protection

Arianna - Greek/Italian - Most holy

 Ariella - Hebrew - Lion of God

Aubrianna - German - Elf

Augusta - Latin - Great, magnificent

Augustina - Latin - The exalted one

Avabella - Hebrew - My God is an oath

Avalina - English - Little bird

Avianna - Latin - Birdlike

Avrielle - Unknown - Unknown

Bathilda - Germanic/Norse - Battle

Benedetta - Latin/Spanish - Blessed

Benedicta - Latin - Blessed

Bernadetta - French - Brave Bear

Bernadette - French - Brave Bear

Busarakham - Thai - Yellow Sapphire

Cairistonia - Unknown - Unknown

Calliope - Greek - Beautifully voiced

Candelaria - Spanish - Candle

Carlotta - Italian - Free man

Carolina - Latin/French - Free man

Cassandra - Greek - The one who shines & excels over men

Cassiopeia - Greek - Unknown

Catalina - Spanish - Pure

Celestina - Spanish/Italian - Heavenly

Celestine - Latin - Heavenly

Charlotta - French/German - Manly

Charlotte - French - Free man

Chrysanthemum - Greek - Gold flower

Cleobella - Unknown - Unknown

Cleopatra - Greek - Glory of her father

Cordelia - Welsh - Jewel of the sea

Corinthia - Greek - Woman of Corinth 

Cressida - Greek - Gold 

Daniella - Latin/Hebrew - God is my judge 

Dayanara - Spanish - Forceful 

Debbonaire - French - Good natured 

Deianira - Greek - Man destroyer 

Delphina - Greek - Woman from Delphi 

Demetria - Greek - Follower of Demeter 

Desdemona - Greek - Misery, unlucky 

Dolores - Latin - Sorrowful 

Dominica - French/Latin - Lord

Dominique - French/Latin - Lord

Donatella - Italian - Gift of God

Dulcinea - Spanish - Sweetness

Ekaterina - Russian/Bulgarian - Pure

Eleanora - Greek - Sun ray

Elenora - Greek - Sun ray

Elisabet - Scandinavian - Pledged to God

Elisabetta - Italian - Pledged to God

Elizabella - Spanish - God is my oath

Elizabeth - Hebrew - My God is an oath

Elizaveta - Russian - God is my oath

Elladora - Greek - A gift sent from heaven, one who is filled with light

Emmanuella - Hebrew - God is with us

Emmeline - French/German - Work

Esmerelda - Spanish - Emerald

Esperanza - Spanish - Hope

Estefania - Spanish/Greek - Crown, garland

Eulalia - Greek - Well-spoken

Evalina - Latin - Desired

Evangelina - Latin - Gospel

Evangeline - Latin - Gospel

Evelyna - Unknown - Unknown

Fatehmeh - Arabic - Captivating, woman who abstains

Federica - Italian - Peaceful ruler

Felicity - Latin - Happiness

Fernanda - Portuguese/Spanish/Italian - Bold voyager

Fiorella - Italian - Little flower

Francesca - Italian - From France

Frederica - German/English - Peaceful ruler

Gabriella - Spanish/Italian - God is my strength

Galatea - Greek - She who is milk-white

Galilea - Italian/Hebrew - Born in Galilee

Gayatari - Sanskrit - Goddess

Geneva - French - Juniper tree

Genevieve - Celtic/French/German - White wave

Georgetta - French/Greek/Latin - Farmer

Georgianna - Catalan/English/Greek/Romanian - Farmer

Georgina - Greek - Farmer

Giovanetta - Unknown - Unknown

Giullietta - Italian/Latin - Youthful

Gwendolyn - Welsh - White ring

Helena - Greek - Shining light

Henrietta - French/English - Estate ruler

Hydrangea - Greek/Latin - Water vessel

Ingeborg - Norse - Stronghold, protection

Isabella - Italian - God is my abundance

Isabellina - Portuguese - My god is a vow

Isadora - Greek - Gift of Isis

Itzayana - Mayan - Gift of God

Jacqueline - French - Supplanter

Jaganmata - Hindu - Mother of the world

Jasmina - French/Persian - God’s gift

Jessamina - Persian - Gift of God

Jessamine - Persian - Gift of God

Josephina - Hebrew - Jehovah increases

Julianna - Latin - Youthful

Julietta - Italian/Latin - Youthful

Katerina - Greek - Pure

Katherine - Greek - Pure

Kathleen - Irish/Greek - Pure

Laurentia - Latin - From Laurentium

Leocadia - Spanish - Splendid brightness

Leonora - Greek - Compassion, light

Liliana - Spanish/Italian - Lily, flower

Liliosa - Spanish - Lily, flower

Louisiana - German - Famous warrior

Luciana - Latin - Light

Lucinda - Latin - Light

Maddelena - Italian - Woman from Magdala

Magdalena - Greek - Woman from Magdala

Magnolia - Latin - Magnol’s flower

Marcelina - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Marceline - Latin - Dedicated to Mars

Margaery - French - Pearl

Margaretha - Greek/Latin - Pearl, margarita

Marguerita - Greek - Pearl

Marguerite - French - Pearl

Mariana - Spanish - Grace, drop of the sea

Mariella - Latin/Dutch - Star of the sea

Marielle - Latin/Dutch - Star of the sea

Melania - Greek - Black, dark

Miabella - Italian - Beauty

Millicent - German - Strong in work

Mirabella - Latin - Wondrous beauty

Momilani - Hawaiian - Pearl of heaven

Montserrat - Latin - Jagged mountain

Morganna - Welsh - Sea-born

Nicoletta - Greek - People of victory

Nicolina - Greek - People of victory

Octavia - Latin - Eighth

Olivia - Latin - Olive tree

Olympia - Greek - From Mount Olympus

Onaiwah - Native American - Awake

Ophelia - Greek - Help

Penelope - Greek - Weaver

Persephone - Greek - Bringer of destruction

Petronella - Latin/Greek - Stone, rock

Petronilla - Italian/Latin - Stone, rock

Philomena - Greek - Friend of strength

Priscilla - Latin - Ancient

Raffaella - French - God has healed

Raphaela - Hebrew - God has healed

Rosabelle - Latin - Beautiful rose

Rosalina - German - Gentle horse

Samantha - Hebrew - Told by God

Santana - Spanish - Holy

Saphhira - Greek - Sapphire

Seraphina - Hebrew - Burning ones

Serenity - Latin - Peaceful

Shoshana - Hebrew - Lily, rose

Sophronia - Greek - Wise

Stellamaris - Latin - Star of the sea

Tatiana - Russian - Fairy Queen

Temperance - English - Moderation

Theodora - Greek - Gift of God

Ululani - Hawaiian - Heavenly inspiration

Valencia - Latin - Strong, healthy

Valentina - Latin - Strong, healthy

Vasilisa - Russian - Queen, Empress

Venezia - Italian - From Venice

Veronica - Latin - She who brings victory

Victoria - Latin - Victory

Violetta - Italian - Purple

Virginia - Latin - Virginal, pure

Vivienne - French - Life

Waleria - Polish - Healthy, strong

Wilhelmina - Dutch/German - Will, desire, helmet, protection

Williamina - German - Protection, resolute

Xanthippe - Greek - Yellow Horse

Yaroslava - Slavic - Fierce, glorious

Yevgeniya - Russian - Well born

Zenobia - Greek - Life of Zeus

Male

Aballach - Arthurian - Father of Modron

Abraham - Hebrew - Father of multitudes

Acacius - Greek - Thorny

Alessandro - Italian - Defender of mankind

Alexander - Latin - To ward off, defend & protect

Alexandros - Greek - Defender, protector of man

Algernon - Norman-French - Moustached man

Alistair - Scottish - Defending men

Alphonsus - Spanish/Italian - Noble & ready

Ambrose - Greek/Latin - Immortal

Ambrosius - Greek/Latin - Divine, immortal

Anderson - Greek - Son of Andrew

Antonio - Spanish/Italian - Priceless one

Archibald - Germanic - Bold, genuine

Augustus - Latin - Majestic, venerable

Aurelius - Latin - Golden

Balthasar - Greek - Bal protects the King

Barnaby - English - Young warrior

Bartholomew - Aramaic - Son of Talmai

Beauchamp - English/French - Beautiful field

Beauregard - French - Beautiful gaze

Beckett - English - Beehive

Belvidere - Italian - Beautiful to see

Benedict - Latin - Blessed

Benjamin - Hebrew - Son of the right hand

Broderick - Welsh/Irish/Norse - Son of Rhydderch, descendent of Bruadar, Ginger brother

Callahan - Irish - Descendent of Ceallachán

Caspian - Arabic - Treasure of the sea

Cassander - Spanish/Greek - Brother of heroes

Channing - English/French - Young wolf, church offical

Christian - English - Follower of Christ

Christopher - English/Greek - Bearing Christ

Cillian - Irish - War, strife, church

Cleveland - English - Cliff land

Clifford - English - Lives near the cliff

Constantine - Latin/Greek - Steadfast, constant

Constantino - Latin/Greek - Steadfast, constant

Cornelius - Latin - Horn

Dartagnan - French - From Artagnan

Dashiell - French/Scottish - Heaven, sky

Douglas - Scottish - Dark water

Elmwood - English - Forest of Elm trees

Elwood - English - Forest of Elder trees

Emerson - German - Son of Emery

Emiliano - Italian - Rival

Emmanuel - Hebrew - God is with us

Evander - Greek/Scottish - Strong man, bow warrior

Finnegan - Irish - Son of fair haired

Fiorello - Italian - Little flower

Fitzwilliam - English - Son of William

Francesco - Latin/Spanish - French man, free man

Frederick - German - Peaceful ruler

Gabriel - Hebrew - God is my strength

Grayson - English - Grey haired one

Gregory - Latin - Gregarious

Guillermo - Spanish - Resolute protector

Harrison - English - Son of Harry

Heathcliffe - English - Cliff near a heath

Henderson - Scottish - Son of Henry

Holden - English - Hollow in the valley

Humphrey - French/English - Peaceful warrior, bear cub

Hyperion - Greek - The high one

Ignatius - Latin/Etruscan - Fiery one

Jackson - English - Son of Jack

Jameson - English - Son of James

Jefferson - English - Son of Jeffrey

Jeremiah - Hebrew - Yhwh will raise

Jonathon - Hebrew - Son of Jehovah

Joshua - Hebrew - Yhwh is salvation

Kenderick - Scottish/English - Royal ruler, champion

Lancaster - English - Habitational name

Lawrence - Latin - From Laurentium

Leander - Greek - Lion man

Leonardo - Italian/Spanish/Portuguese - Strong as a Lion

Leopold - Germanic - Brave people

Lorenzo - Italian/Spanish - From Laurentium

Lysander - Greek - Liberator

Madigan - Irish - Little dog

Malachi - Hebrew - Messenger of God

Marcellus - French - Young warrior

Marmaduke - Irish/Gaelic - Follower of Maedoc, leader of the seas

Maverick - American - Independent

Maximilianus - Latin - Greatest

Maximillian - Latin - Greatest

Montgomery - French - Gomeric’s hill

Mordecai - Hebrew - Little man

Morrison - English/Scottish - Son of Morris

Muhammad - Arabic - Praised, commendable

Napoleon - Greek - Lion of the new city

Nathaniel - Greek/Hebrew - God has given

Nicholas - Greek - Victory of the people

Nicholson - English/Greek - Son of Nicholas

Octavian - Latin - Eighth

Oswald - Anglo-Saxon - Divine power, ruler

Ozymandias - Greek - Tyrant, dictator

Percival - French - Pierce the vale

Peregrine - Latin - One from abroad

Phineas - Hebrew - Oracle

Randolph - English/German - Chief-Wolf

Reginald - Latin - King

Remington - English - Place on a riverbank

Roderick - Germanic - Famous ruler

Salvatore - Italian - Savior

Santiago - Spanish/Latin - Saint James

Sebastian - Latin - Venerable

Simeon - Hebrew - To hear, to be heard

Solomon - Hebrew - Man of peace

Sullivan - Irish - Black eyed one

Sylvester - Latin - Wooded, wild

Tennyson - English - Son of Dennis

Thaddeus - Aramaic - Courageous heart

Theodore - Greek - God given

Tiberius - Latin - Of the Tiber

Tobias - Hebrew/Greek - God is good

Tristram - Welsh - Noise

Ulysses - Greek - Wrathful, hater

Valentino - Latin - Strong

Vincenzo - Italian - To conquer

Wallace - Scottish/English - Foreigner

Wellington - English - Place name

Whittaker - English - White field

William - Germanic - Strong-willed warrior

Willoughby - English - Willow farm

Xerxes - Persian - Hero among heroes

Zacchaeus - Hebrew/Greek - Pure, innocent

Zachariah - Persian/Hebrew - God remembers

[austarus]

Timeless!Harrison Wells x Reader - White King, Black Queen

*A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to its rightful owner.

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***I’d also like to thank @grimtamlain-writes​ for being my beta reader.

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 2267

You narrowed your eyes as the city continued to bustle, noise from people and cars emitted in the air. Clouds hung sparsely over Central City as the waning moon took the place of the sun high in the sky. The wind blew a light breeze through your hair. You kicked a leg back and forth gently as you sat on the edge of the STAR Labs tower wings. Your other leg was bent close to your body, an arm resting over your knee. The height didn’t scare you so much as it used to. In fact, you didn’t mind being so close to the edge anymore. If you fell, then you fell. Truth be told, your powers would save you whether you willed it to or not. Some would say it’s a curse, others not so much. Your umbrakinesis acted like a defense mechanism at those times. A sigh left your lips as you straightened up your back, cracking it. Relief echoed through your body, but your heart felt heavy. Time is ticking... You knew what was happening downstairs, Gideon had alerted you when someone entered the Time Vault. It wouldn’t be completely wrong to say that you didn’t want to face him – couldn’t get attached since he’d been here. Not again. Staying up here was your way of avoiding that problem until… Until what, though?

The hair at the back of your neck stood up, a chill ran down your spine as your shadows alerted you of a presence a distance behind you. Turning your head slightly, you sent an icy look to the one person you dreaded to see. The face of the man you had seen pass one too many times. Their looks from their final moments imprinted in your mind for this one to come back. He was the last thing you had of them.

Harrison Wells.

A small smile was on his face, his hair tousled with his clear-framed glasses perched on his nose. He knew you’d be up here. The others told him you’d been up here since his reincarnation into the world. Since he’d made contact with Team Flash to help them and explain his predicament of currently living. But really, Harrison would have known if no one had told him. He had sensed it. Seen it – the images flickered past in his brain. The other versions of himself with you up here – the foreign familiarness that he personally did not experience.

But nothing more than a dreadful reminder of what’s past.

“I’ve come to say good-bye,” the genius started in a soft voice, wanting to approach you carefully. Your glare bothered him, yet he knows it shouldn’t, for once Harrison leaves, he will be united with Tess, the love of his life. Over and over and over again.

You snorted, turning your gaze to the stars that twinkled away from the clouds. You could see the constellations of Cassiopeia, winking brightly light-years away. “Such a shame, you could have helped them with Godspeed.” A bitter laugh left your lips as you recalled Nash showing you how to recognize the constellations and where to navigate from there. Sherloque would drink his tea up here with you and converse about his cases. HR would read to you his latest ideas and novels while you gave your input. You would drag Harry out of his lab to get some fresh air. And Eobard… he was the one who showed you this view, before Barry had woken up, before the Particle Accelerator had gone online.

“Team Flash is more than capable of handling threats on their own.”

“I take it you think that having a Wells must be a handicap, hm?”

“I never said that.”

“Hmph.”

“I couldn’t leave without telling you good-bye.” You pressed your lips thinly and Harrison continued, pocketing his hands in his dark coat. “It didn’t feel right to go without saying that.”  The night was getting colder, yet you remained out here in a thin jacket. Dare he say, he worried a bit?  You turned to fully look at him from your seated position. “I… won’t deny the sentiment I feel towards you. The memories of the past Wells. Their thoughts – well, previous thoughts – and feelings are still here.” Harrison had gestured to his head then placed a hand on his heart. Bile rose at the back of your throat as the smiling images of the boys hit your mind. You bit your lip hard as he spoke, “Each one of them felt strongly for you, but I’m not them. They’d want you to move on. To live-”

“No!” Your patience snapped, standing up rapidly with expert footing. Shadows went rampant in the night, wind howling in his ears. “You don’t get to say that!” Darkness immediately consumed the atmosphere and air around you both. Unbridled anger licked up in your heart and soul as you took heavy steps towards him. Harrison couldn’t see, but he could feel the moving darkness as he stood his ground. “You have no right to act all high and mighty towards me.” A hiss left his lips as a dark particle lashed at his arm, burning through his coat and marring his skin just as he heard your anger burn in your next words. “You don’t understand the strings that fate has chained me with! Nor will you ever understand my burden.”

***Flashback***

“What is it that you want?” You glared at the entity. The Monitor had appeared in your kitchen as you were pouring yourself some alcohol to enjoy your quiet night. You had taken some time away from all the heroes and villains running around.

“I came because I require your assistance for the Crisis.”

“Pass, I’m not in the mood to play the hero.”

“The point is not to be a hero or the villain, but to honor fate’s will.”

“Well fate can go hump a stump for all I care,” you sipped on your choice of alcohol, you turned away from the eternal entity only to find him in front of you right as you had exited your kitchen. A deep frown crossed your features. This is such a drag.

“Fate has bound your life to Harrison Wells the moment you first met him years ago.”

“False, that was Eobard masquerading as Wells. So, technically no.”

“That technicality may be so, but fate saw the speedster as your gateway to the rest of them. Without Thawne you would not have been so tied to Harrison Wells’ existence.” Rolling your eyes, you took another sip, already knowing you’d need a couple of glasses to forget about this interaction. “Your life is bound to his. To them.” The Monitor had you right where he wanted you, pushing images into your mind to allow you to see reason. “You were a lover.” You flinched as the image of Eobard appeared in your mind. “A partner.” Harry. “A friend.” HR. “And a confidante.” Sherloque. “Now this one needs you as well, he is in danger of himself with the Anti-monitor. My opposite entity.” You knew he was referring to Nash, the multiverse explorer with the haughty attitude and snarky comments.

“…”

“You are the anomaly that exists in the multiverse, there is no other in your position.” The entity saw the hesitation flicker in your being. “The time has come for you to be his protector.”

***Time Skip***

Nash panted, on the ground of this desolate land on his hands and knees. His mouth felt dry, tasting iron in his mouth from the blood on his split lip. How much longer can he endure this? The Anti-monitor continued to laugh at him, to mock him, for his weakness. Pariah gripped hard at the dirty snow, blood and mud defiled the pure whiteness. He couldn’t get back up. His body ached. No matter how hard Nash tried to push back, the Anti-monitor was too strong for him even with these temporary powers.

“Humans are such fickle beings,” the anti-entity spoke in a grand manner, “Soon the multiverse will be mine and there shall be no flaws. No humans to corrupt my domain.” The eternal being gathered his divine power into the palm of his hand and fired anti-matter at his appointed Pariah. The one to bear witness of the end of the multiverse. His curse.

Nash shut his eyes; this was the end. This was his end. A breath left him, what he expected to be his final breath. But the final blow never came. Ringing greeted Nash’s ears as he opened his eyes. Standing in front of him, shielding his body was you and your dark powers. For whatever reason it withstood the anti-matter as particles clashed against one another. You stood defiantly and gracefully in your fighting positions, conjuring your dark spectacles from every shaded corner.

“Don’t you dare touch him, you fucking monster.” You growled, your hands working magnificently to bind the Anti-monitor down. Once bound your umbra became spears and swords that pierced through the entity. While it could not kill the Anti-monitor, it slowed him down – meaning it would slow down his assault on Nash. You needed to get him to safety, needed him to have enough strength to teleport you two away from this dimension. And that’s exactly what you convinced him to do when you grabbed him, hugging his injured body to yourself as he fought to stay conscious.

***End Flashback***

“You don’t understand what loss truly is! You don’t get how hard it is to move on from this.” Just as you had moved, so had Harrison. A dagger of darkness at his throat, clenching the front of his cloak as he held a dagger of light to your own throat. Harrison  gritted his teeth as he used his powers to light up the area in his green light. “This pain, the misery of losing over and over and over again. To bear the burden of fate’s strings only to watch them all fall.” He flinched at how the veins around your eyes had darkened to a charcoal color. His throat dried as fear hit him. Harry’s memory flashed into his mind – the memory of you in this state, accidentally killing a meta in self-defense. “You’re just a selfish man, running away from what’s in front of him.” Harrison’s light battled against your darkness to keep the physical manifestations of umbra away from harming his body. “I despise people like that.”

“I’m only doing what’s best for me.”

“By what, Harrison? Running to the past? What’s in the past is best left in the past, those who hold on to the past don’t appreciate the present.”

“Such hypocritical words coming from someone who sulks around up here for what once was.”

“You don’t fucking know anything about me. All you have are some second-hand memories, but you don’t truly know me and what I’ve been through. You’re just like Barry.”

“And you’re any different?”

“At least I know the difference between reality and a desperate dream.”

“…” He knew Tess is doomed to die for time to flow, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cherish every second with her until it was time. Maybe he was a desperate man chasing after a desperate dream, but he would until the bitter end. For Tess.

“A Time Loop is just a miserable notion for you to see Tess when her destiny is already a fixed time point. Just like Barry’s mother. Their deaths are absolute. Even with your Timeless powers you can’t interfere with what’s set in place.”

“That may be so, but I’ve fulfilled my part here – at least I have someone to return home to, even if they are doomed to die. I could be by her side over and over again.”

Harrison’s words pierced your heart, you pushed the tears back. The ache in your heart throbbed at a greater rate. At least… he had the power to return to his someone… The genius saw the haunting dejection in your eyes, the way your shoulders quivered as you tried to keep yourself together. He regretted the words that left his mouth…

“Do as you please,” you whispered, loosening your grip on his jacket to let him go. The darkness dissipated as you walked back to your perch with pocketed hands. “I’m done begging…” You mumbled to yourself so quietly that he didn’t catch your last statement. A tear left your eyes as you stood tall where you once sat.

“Good-bye,” Harrison murmured to the wind drifting in your direction before turning and leaving. A part of him felt torn by the things he had spat at you. What’s done is done. I doubt I’ll be back here any time soon. Clenching and unclenching his hand, Harrison shut his eyes and summoned his powers to pass through time. Tess, I’m coming home.

“Good-bye, Harrison.” Another tear fell, this time you wiped it as the night continued. He was gone. They were gone. You were alone, once again spectacularly alone and cold.

The pieces are all in place. The time has come…

Time still ticked as seconds went bye. A voice whispered at the back of your mind; the presence residing there since his exorcism. The one that kept you company through all this.

“It’s time, my queen.”

Checkmate

[writingthrones]

the northern dragon- part 9.

PART 9: FIRE AND ICE.

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DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: i'm sorry for disappearing for a while, life got crazy but i’m happy to see how many of you are so supportive and still excited to see read this story! i apologize that this chapter is so short as i’m still easing back into writing this and want to make sure nothing sounds out of character for what i’ve established thus far. i’d also love to hear your feedback/suggestions because i want to hear what you all want to see!

WARNINGS: none! just a short chapter.

You stared at the eggs in disbelief, having to run your fingers against each one’s scales to prove to yourself it was real. How could this make any sense? As far as you knew, no one inhabited the island. The usurper’s brother had left. It was just you, Jaime and your crew. So where did they come from? Who left these candles? None of it made any sense.

And yet, that did not faze you. This is what the dreams meant, this is why I’m here, you thought. Across the sea your sister had acquired dragons and now so would you. Were you two to ever team up, you’d be unstoppable.. but you had to push the thought from your mind. You were already a queen and you had people back home that you needed to return to and fight for. But you wouldn’t leave these eggs here, no, they were your destiny. You weren’t sure how but you were absolutely going to watch them hatch and grow.. by any means necessary. Continuing to caress them, you tried your best to make out their appearances in the dim candlelight.

One appeared to be black as night with just hints of grey that streaked across. Another looked as if it was entirely a deep blood red color. The final egg was what looked to be silver with markings you swear looked purple-ish in hue. All you could do was marvel at their beauty seeing as you were completely clueless as to how they could be hatched. The stories of what happened with your sister only ever really said that it was a miracle with absolutely no details. Oh, how you wished you could speak to her, not just for this but to know that you weren’t alone. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

You stared at them until you became exhausted and curled up on the hard floor beside them, hugging your furs close to your body for warmth. That night there were more dreams, just as you expected-- you hoped they’d come and tell you how to hatch these. But this dream was just as cryptic if not more so than the others. A great, roaring flame seemed to burst and out they came, three small dragons who each looked just as the egg they’d come from had. Next thing you knew, each was clung to you. One hung on your shoulder, another perched on your head and the final one being held in your arms like a child. Each one of them was yours and yours alone, you could feel it, there was an instant bond that you knew was impossible in breaking. You couldn’t picture your life without them anymore, like they had always been there. The one that you held in your arms looked up at you, letting out a small yelp that tugged at your heart strings. Just as you were about to respond, you woke up.

Sitting straight up, you gasped for air and felt beads of sweat drip down from your forehead. The dream was telling you that you needed to get to them but you couldn’t figure out how. That’s when you heard footsteps descending down the stairs. No! You needed to be alone. “NO!” you shouted, certainly loud enough for who you assumed to be Jaime to hear you. “VISENYA--” he called out, but you immediately cut him off. “LEAVE ME, PLEASE! PLEASE, JAIME! I NEED TO BE ALONE!” you cried desperately. Then you heard the steps retreat back up. Breathing a sigh of relief, you looked at the eggs. They looked like stone but you knew a life was growing instead.. maybe they had been growing all this time just waiting for you to come home.

It was hard to decipher what your dream had meant but it became clear that fire had to play some part in hatching them. There was your words.. fire and blood, they said. Fire and Blood. It was the key to all of this, you decided. A great fire must roar, just like in your dream, but blood also needed to be shed. Your own, perhaps? It was something you’d gladly give. You’d give anything at this point. Sighing, you basked in the silence where the only noise to be heard was the soft crackling of the candle flame. Your eyes swung back and forth between them all, wondering if they would look just as they had in your dream and if they’d cling to you in the same way. Would they bond to you and only you?

After another day of being completely entranced, you drifted off to sleep again. Your body felt weak. You hadn’t had any water or food since you’d arrived but you couldn’t tear yourself away from them, as if even a moment spent away meant that they’d die and it’d be all your fault. There was another dream, as to be expected at this point. In it, the great fire roared again with your eggs visible in the middle of it all. Testing your theory, you sliced a deep wound in your hand with the blade you kept with you at all times and squeezed the blood into the flame. At this point, your hand was blatantly in the fire but it did not burn. In fact, it’s warmth felt good. But as you waited, nothing happened. No matter how much blood you shed, the eggs stayed as still as stone. So what was it? What was the secret to this all? As your frustration built, you were awakened once again.

Immediately, you looked to them. “What is it you want?” you asked. “I need you,” you added desperately. You hadn’t even known what you had come to Dragonstone for but now that you did, you couldn’t leave without them. Nothing and no one could get you to leave their side until you’d figured it out. So you were going to do everything you could possibly think of. But first, you needed to build the flame-- that much was clear. What would come next was unclear but the large fire that they would sit in was absolutely necessary. So, you pushed the candles together so that their flames would combine, but still that was not nearly enough. Then you came to your knees again, scanning the ground. Was there some way to make a large fire? There had to be, right?

Yes. There was a liquid that coated the ground around the candles and eggs that you somehow hadn’t noticed before. Once again, you weren’t sure where it all came from but it didn’t matter to you. This was how you’d do it, something in your gut told you so. Hesitantly, you took one handle and lightly dipped its flame down into the mysterious liquid and it immediately ignited. You scrambled back as it quickly became out of control. The flames began to lick at your feet and while it melted the bottoms of your shoes, you felt no pain. Seems the whole “blood of the dragon” thing was real after all. What else could explain the fact that fire did absolutely nothing to you?

So, the fire grew larger and large until it engulfed the eggs and the surrounding area. You could see them sitting there just like it had been in your dream. But you knew that spilling your blood over them would not help you. So what else was there to do? What blood must you give and how? You stuck your fingertips into the fire, head tilted with curiosity. Then it was your whole and arm with absolutely no feeling besides an honestly comforting warmth. It was calling to you, just like before. So you did what felt right and walked into the flames more and more until you were at the center with the flames raging all around you. You gathered the eggs in your arms and held them close to your body.

THIRD PERSON POV.

Jaime had been anxiously sitting at the large table that seemingly once served as a room meant for plotting war moves. The house markers left behind were proof of such. That’s when he heard a large explosion come from the dungeons beneath him. His heart began to race and he took off, fearing the absolute worst. What had she gotten herself into down there? He knew that he should’ve just come down regardless. She was being reckless in keeping him away and he just let her.

He raced down the stairs hoping that it wasn’t as serious as he thought. But he was wrong. When he reached the bottom, he could see a completely out of control fire and no Visenya in sight. “VISENYA!” he screamed out as he came running closer. He could see the figure of someone standing at the fire’s center but that made no sense. Even if someone were to be burning alive in front of him, he would hear their screams of agony or watch them collapse. No one could stand there silently while skin melted from bone. Then, the fire exploded into an even larger flame and he, of course, jumped back. But then it completely died out.

As his eyes adjusted, it appeared as if the figure were still standing in the same spot. But how was that possible? Was this some strange nightmare? It must’ve been because this made no sense. The figure came closer and as it did, it looked as if it were some grotesque, amalgamated humanoid. When he finally saw, though, it was even more shocking. Dim light cascading down from the stairwell just barely lit what stood before him. There stood Visenya, soot covering her skin but seemingly no wounds, with dragons. One had perched itself on her head, another on her shoulder and one she held cradled in her hands. “Wh..” He was at a loss for words.

“I told you I needed to be here for a reason. The reason was them. They needed me,” she said. “I..” He still couldn’t figure out what to say and instead began to hurriedly take off his furs to cover her exposed body. But as he nearly her, the small creature let out what would’ve been a growl had it not been so little. It startled him yet she never flinched. Instead, she turned to look at the one who had made its place on her shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said softly. Nudging the creature down her arm and cradling it the way she had the other, she nodded to Jaime. He cautiously placed the cloth around her shoulders and she adjusted to wrap them around herself before holding the dragons close to her again. Without a word, she started back up the stairs and Jaime followed closely behind.

BACK TO READER’S POV.

They were here. You stepped into the flames, offering yourself to its mercy and when they died down, so did the old you. You had been reborn in that moment with your very own dragons as proof of it. Y/N would always be your name but you felt a whole new connection to Visenya. The woman you had been named after was a dragonrider and you would be one too. You wanted to embrace the dragon while still loving the wolf. And you would. When you returned to the North, you vowed to proudly present your dragons and make sure that no harm came to them. You vowed to yourself not to fear what the people might say. But you had also made a vow to the people to stand at their side and fight with them. Who could turn down a little extra help, right?

When you reached the room you’d been staying in, you let each of them onto your bed while you found something to wear. After dressing, you sat on the bed with them, gently caressing each one. You had decided that silver dragon with accents of purple would be named Vhagar in hopes that she would grow as big and strong as the one who came before her. The one who was entirely red would be called Raela for the mother you never knew. And finally, the black one with streaks of grey would be Nederys for the man who had saved your life. It felt right.

You nearly pinched yourself as you watched them coo at one another, finding it so hard to believe that this was reality. The world had thought that the dragons were gone but you and your sister had proven that not to be true. With any luck, this was only the beginning.

There was a light knocking on your door followed by a quiet voice, “Visenya?” Jaime inquired. Tearing your gaze away from the creatures, you opened the door and tilted your head slightly. “Yes?” you questioned. “Are you.. are you okay?” he asked, seemingly at a loss for words. “And why wouldn’t I be?” You had never felt better, in fact. You had spent most of your life hiding who you were and now you were embracing it.. thriving, even, as you embraced your Valyrian roots. He looked utterly shocked and the sight made you grin. You had completely bursted out of your shell-- no longer the “lowborn” girl who hid away back in Winterfell. You were a Stark, a Targaryen, a Queen and now a mother to your own dragons. “Well, you did step out of roaring flames..” he replied with a dry chuckle.

Yes, you did. Yet you had remained unscathed, save for the clothes that had been burned away and the soot that had covered your skin. “It was what they needed,” you said simply, looking over at the dragons on your bed and each of them tilted their heads curiously. You couldn’t help but to smile. “I suppose it is..” he replied, sighing. “Have you finished what your mission here? Are we returning to your husband now?” he asked, one brow quirked. “Which, if I may, I don’t see the northmen being too thrilled about their queen returning with, well-- weapons. Fire and ice don’t mix well.” He wasn’t wrong, you knew that.. but it didn’t change the frustration that his statements caused you. 

“No,” you replied sternly. For someone who had been pushed the side most of her life, you wore confidence quite well. “There is still much to be done.”

[serendipitee]

seeing you under the stars’ light

A lovely anon asked for flarrie with No. 55 from this list (“Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”) and I finally got around to it! This is almost 1.5k of pure fluff and I am sorry for taking so long but I hope you like it ✨

you can also find it on my ao3.

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Flynn got dragged into the supply closet right after Biology. She was about to protest, when familiar lips met hers, a soft hum escaping instead. For a long moment the world around her disappeared, only emotions and touch and feelings occupying her thoughts and senses. It should scare her how completely lost she could get in moments like these. Out of breath, she finally rested her head against the shadow opposite of her, a dopey smile on her lips that she was glad, would never leave this room. She had a reputation to uphold after all. “A closet, really?” She chuckled.

Carrie shrugged, mumbling something against her lips before capturing them in another kiss. “What was that?”, asked Flynn innocently, tucking a strand of hair behind Carrie’s ear. Rolling her eyes, the blonde bit her bottom lip gently. She let out a huff. Flynn could feel the movement under her hands which rested on Carrie’s neck, playing with her necklace. “History was boring without you.” “Aww, you missed me?” Flynn teased, lightheartedly, pecking Carrie’s lips because ever since they started kissing about two months ago, she couldn’t get enough. The first time it happened had been unexpected. There had been a party at Alex’ house, the house filled with everybody from their school and they had met in the kitchen, getting into a hissed discussion about whatever (Flynn pretended like she didn’t remember but it had been about how Carrie. Suddenly, they had been toe to toe, noses almost bumping against each other and before Flynn could stop herself, she had surged forward, kissing the other girl. She had fled the room without checking Carrie’s reaction. The second time it happened had been a surprise. It had been a week later at another party. This one at the beach and Flynn hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the blonde and how she unnerved her with every word, every look all week. She had excused herself from the conversation between Julie and her ever present crush Luke and disappeared in the waves. Carrie had shown up completely out of the blue, dragging her in a searing kiss as they bopped in the waves, clinging to each other. It had felt like drowning. The third time it had happened had been expected. The following Monday after the beach party, Mrs Harrison had put them together for a project in music class. Julie had tried to sweet-talk the teacher to let her best friend and Alex switch partners but Flynn had declined, catching Carrie’s eyes as she did so. That afternoon when she had showed up at the Wilson mansion, it hadn’t been awkward when the blonde kissed her in her bedroom and if they had fallen into an easy conversation while cuddling, Flynn couldn’t keep the smile from her face while thinking about it. Now, two months later, Flynn still liked kissing Carrie way too much but there was so much more. Like the fact, that the blonde remembered her favorite Starbucks order, bringing it with her whenever they studied together or would weave inside jokes into their conversations at school. Or how she had talked amicably with Julie at every party ever since, even inviting her to a beach day with all her friends and Flynn (they had snuck off to make out behind some rocks; it had been an amazing day). She also liked how comfortable Carrie looked in Flynn’s bedroom, on her bed, hair a mess and lipstick smeared. It should be weird, falling into feelings for a girl you thought you strongly disliked for years, but to Flynn it somehow felt inevitable. After that first kiss everything else had just slipped into place. Just because she could, she pressed another kiss to Carrie’s lips. “So, why the closet?”, she repeated her question. Flynn had come clean to Julie two days ago. Her best friend had simply raised an eyebrow, biting back the smirk and said, “Was that supposed to be a secret?” “Old habits die hard… and well, the privacy is nice, too.” Carrie pulled her into another passionate kiss, letting their tongues touch and Flynn’s heart race in her chest. The school bell made them break apart, both laughing breathlessly and picking up their bags from the floor. “You remember the date later, right?”, asked Carrie as they left the supply closet, earning themselves a few knowing glances from the students passing by. Date, their first official date. Flynn couldn’t help the tiny sprint of her heart. She tried to act nonchalant, though. “6 p.m. sharp, I’ll be ready.” “Great.” They had reached the labs, their paths separating. “See you later, Johnson.” Carrie winked, before flipping her hair over her shoulder and disappearing into the classroom. Flynn hurried to get to Math AP but Mr Fletcher had already started by the time she slipped into the room. Apologizing quickly, she fell into her seat next to Reggie. Julie’s bandmate stared at her, mouth hanging open until Flynn elbowed him into his side. “What?”, she hissed. “You, uh, you got a little bit of Carrie, right there,” he said, pointing to the corner of his mouth. Flynn couldn’t help the heat rising in her cheeks as she wiped away the lipstick Carrie had left behind. There was no point in hiding the smile, though. Reggie simply leaned over, nudging his elbow against hers. “You know Alex will have you spy on all their band rehearsals, so he can learn the choreographies, right?” Rolling her eyes, Flynn pulled out her books and pencil case. “I am not going to watch Dirty Candy’s band rehearsals,” she shot back indignantly. He huffed out a laugh. “You never know. A few months ago, you said, you hated her.” She couldn’t deny it, couldn’t come up with a well-thought-out response (that didn’t include giving away too much about Carrie’s past) either and while Reggie crowed about finally winning an argument against her, Flynn’s mind was far away, dreaming of her first official date with Carrie.

 - - -

Carrie took her bowling, both of them getting extremely competitive about it and Flynn couldn’t say what she enjoyed more; their ribbing, dissing each other with the most ridiculous insults or the quick, casual touches and kisses. When they left the bowling alley, it was already dark out and she expected the date to be over. But instead of driving her home, Carrie parked her BMW down by the beach. Flynn was about to protest, but the blonde had already left the car, opening the trunk and what else could she do, but get out as well. When Carrie showed up with a picnic basket next to her, though, Flynn snapped.

“Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?” She had to resort to teasing because otherwise, she’d do something stupid, like blurt out words, that neither of them was ready to say, yet. It didn’t change the fact, that her heart felt full and light at the same time, fluttering in her chest. Carrie ignored the little snap, simply tugging her down towards the beach. They took their shoes off, the sand feeling cool beneath their feet. Only after they had sat down on the blanket, did Carrie start speak up. “I asked Julie and she said, that you had an astronomy phase in middle school and would tell her useless facts about constellations and stars every day.” “They weren’t useless,” said Flynn automatically before her mind caught up with the rest of Carrie’s statement. Oh. She had talked to Julie about this, had made an effort to surprise her, to find something new that she’d love to talk about. To keep her heart inside her body, she surged forward, kissing Carrie. It was a sloppy kiss, their mouths not really finding each other but it did the trick. When they broke away, Flynn had caught her escaping heart, calming it down enough to not fear it spilling truths left and right. She leaned forward once more, a lot more carefully this time and their next kiss was sweet, innocent and afterwards, they settled down. Their sides touched, heads so close, that if they turned them, their noses would brush against each other. “So, hit me,” whispered Carrie into the night. Flynn sought out her fingers with her hand, wounding them together. She squeezed gently, before she pulled them up towards the sky, pointing at five stars in the shape of a W. “That right there is the constellation of Cassiopeia…”

 - - -

 Years later when they moved in together after college, Carrie made sure, to hang a picture of the night sky during their first date in their bedroom. Flynn liked to call her the cheesy one in their relationship, just to have Julie remind her, that she still kept the receipt of the bowling alley in her wallet.

[name-and-pronoun-validation]

hey could you give me a couple of long names? I'm not too fussy, just anything that can be shortened in more than one way? sorry if this is vague, and thank you in advance x

Hi there! Yes I can try to come up with some long nams.

Adelaisde, Alessandra/Alessandre/Alessandro, Alistair, Amaryllis, Anastasia, Andromeda, Araceli, Asterope, Avalon, Calliope, Cameron, Cassiopeia, Christopher, Chrysanthemum, Clementine, Demeter, Demetrius, Dominic/Dominique, Finnegan, Frederick/Fredericka, Harrison, Johnathan, Lauren, Lawrence, Leonard, Leopold, Lorenzo, Nathaniel,  Rhodora, Sebastian, Theodore, Valentine

[skymoonandstardust]

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 ,  chapter 3

Chapter 4

An: sorry this one is short. Haz and reader finally meet though, so that’s something! next part will be longer, i promise. 

Burning. Scorching pain was all Harrison felt. His heart was pounding, either from the terror filled dream he had just left or from the pain, he couldn't tell. Someone was groaning somewhere in the room and It took him a second to realize it was him.

From the sterile smell of chemicals in the air and the very medical looking try beside his bed the part of Harrison that was conscious and sane realized he was in some kind of hospital.

But where? . .this obviously isn't Asgard.

Squeezing his eyes shut he tried to conjure any memories of what had happened and how he got here. . .but there wasn't much. Just a disjointed image of the throne room full of gods laughing and cheering at him, then a pain between his shoulder blades and blackness. 

It makes no sense! . . .but I have bigger things to worry about.

Frantically his eyes roved the room, trying desperately to see anything that could tell him where he was but there wasn't much there either. He could see a blank black rocky wall that suggested somewhere underground, but that didn't tell him a lot. It could still be nearly any of the nine world's and the bookcase full of books wasn't very useful. Mostly because the spines were too far away to detect what language they were written in. 

Suddenly Harrison heard steps approaching.  Without even thinking he surveyed his surroundings again and once more came up with nothing.

Not a single thing in reach to help me defend myself. Just my luck. 

A second of thought did away with the possibility of pretending to sleep. Whoever it was had obviously heard him so there was no use faking. The only thing to do was to wait and meet whoever was coming. 

A gorgeous lady in a midnight black dress rounded the corner. The dark crown glinting on her head kept him from making the mistake of Calling her a nurse or matron, but he hardly noticed it. The fact that she looked half dead was more than a bit distracting.

Next to her E/C eye a dull lifeless white one glimmered and the one side of her body looked blackened as though it was dead and rotting away before his eyes.

Harrison tried to keep the horror out of his eyes and not flinch away but he saw in her face that she had seen it anyway, seen it and accepted it as though it was to be expected and she got it everyday.

Probably because she does, you twat.

He immediately felt guilty and looked down, pretending to nod in greeting, masking his regret as a sign of respect.

"My lady." 

She nodded back, lips still pursed.

"Your highness. We are honored to have you with us."

"Thank you," Harrison shifted and cleared his throat, "but where exactly is here? Do you know what happened?"

"I don't. All I know is that my border guard found you and brought you to me as you are, and I was hoping you could tell me why you're down here."

She sank down in a chair with a sigh. "But of course it wouldn't be that easy.He'd make sure it wasn't." 

She seemed to be talking more to herself than to him, but Harrison spoke up anyway. 

"Him? Him, who?"

The Queen went on like she hadn't heard him.

"I can at least tell you where you are though. You died somehow and came to my realm, Helheim."

It suddenly seemed like there was no air in the room. 

"H-helheim. So you must be?" 

Hel nodded, her face screwing up in even more displeasure before she stood and gave him a mocking curtsey that seemed to make more fun of herself than of Harrison.

"Yes I'm Hel, daughter of Loki and the giantess Angerboda and ruler of the Underworld. Welcome."

"Thanks." Harrison chuckled dryly. "I feel all comfy and cozy now." 

Her lip lifted slightly, letting a smile flicker across her face for a second before it was gone and she was examining him intently, as though he was an interesting pile of bones or the next person on her torture list and she was deciding how to play with him. 

"You seem to be taking this very well, Odinson." 

Harrison raised an eyebrow. "And you thought I'd be cowering and weak? Is that how you wanted me?”

The instant the words were out he knew he'd made a mistake. The pain and anger in her eyes hurt him more than his wound ever had as she stared him down with her unnerving mismatched eyes, lips pressed into the grimmest line yet. 

"I am not my father."

Harrison felt the need to point out that wasn't really an answer but, it was answer enough for him so he just nodded awkwardly again and risked a glance at her. 

"I know, my apologies. You're not Loki any more than I'm Odin."

The few stringy H/C hairs bounced with the full luscious locks on the other side. 

The silence dragged on as Harrison found himself examining her again. Try as he might, Harrison couldn't get over her appearance. Half of the queen’s face was flawless skin, gorgeous H/C hair and a deeply stunning E/C eye. If he had seen only that side facing him he would have thought without doubt that she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen and cower. . . obviously the inheritance of her father, Loki, who was indisputably handsome among the gods.

The other side made her seem like an exhumed body.  Blackened wrinkled rotting flesh led him up till he was gazing once more into the lifeless glazed white eye. Only a few of the H/C hairs cling on stubbornly, as though they refused to be decomposed with the rest. 

I have no idea which side is worse. . .

 Hel cleared her throat and spoke suddenly.

"You will find that you are well known and loved here as you were everywhere else. We are honored to have you. So, as Asgard and Midgard grieve, we will hold a celebration for your arrival. As soon as you are well enough for it, I will hold a feast in your honor to welcome you properly."

Harrison's mind started racing and his brow furrowed. Unfortunately his confusion didn't go unnoticed.

Hel's forehead furrowed as she looked at him

"What's wrong? You're not pleased with that?"

 "What? No! thank you, I'm glad to hear that and eagerly looking forward to it. . . But, I'm. I'm just--surprised.

"Why?" 

Her half blank stare bored into his blue eyes, clearly issuing a challenge.

She wants me to say it. Fine, I will. Nothing less than she deserves after everything.

"Well it's just. . .my father was the one to condemn your brothers. He sent you here. So. . ." He trailed off, not quite sure how to end and not daring to say the words.

"So you would expect me to torture you for all eternity sooner than honor you and give you comfort."

Harrison tried to speak but really, what words could he say after that? It was true, but she seemed to be expecting an answer anyway so he simply nodded.

"As you said, you are not Odin, and I am not Loki."

Hel stood, nodded to him once more and walked off without waiting for another word, and Harrison found himself staring after her.

Yes, I think I'm beginning to understand that. . .

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[whimsyalien]

The sounds of steps getting closer startled Cassiopeia, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up, and just when she was ready to pull out her SimRay... Jess’ face appeared on the slit between the doors.

Cassiopeia: Holy Watcher, I thought something happened to you!

Jess: Sorry, Harrison’s kids are going through the Llama Flu and he wanted to know if I could give him a home reme...

The woman stopped herself when she noticed Cassiopeia was not following at all her explanation and shook her head.

Jess: Don’t mind! Let me open the door for you!

[kalypsichor]

The Ballad Of John And Yoko  You Know My Name

ballad of john and yoko- favorite lyric?

Try to realize it's all within yourself, no-one else can make you changeAnd to see you're really only very smallAnd life flows on within you and without you

- within you without you, the Beatles (well, George Harrison)

you know my name- what would you name a son/daughter

i don’t know, but i’d like it to be gender-neutral! or maybe Cassiopeia, after the queen/constellation. despite it being a woman’s name, it could easily be shortened to cas or cassie :))) 

[uglypastels]

For blurb ideas: either Tom or Harrison took the reader on a trip to the countryside. While they were there, they went stargazing (because she likes those kinds of thing) and in the end, they propose to her.

I’m gonna go with Harrison because I kinda already wrote something similar with Tom. You can read it here. 

Hope you enjoy. (and it got a bit longer than just a blurb, oops). 

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Constellations 

“Monty! Come here, boy.” Harrison watched his girlfriend squat down to the ground. She had the most wonderful smile on her face as the dog ran up to her and practically jumped into her arms. Her giggle truly contagious. 

While the dog was licking her face she looked up at Harrison.”What are you looking at? Take the picture before he runs away again.” She joked. 

“Oh right, sorry.” He had been standing a bit further away from her. His phone in hand, ready to snap a shot of the gorgeous girl with his, well, their dog. He held up his phone parallel to his face and took a picture. She gave him her best “camera smile” while scratching the top of Monty’s head. Her hair illuminated beautifully by the setting sun and her smile even brighter than that. 

“Did you take it? My legs are killing me.” Harrison just nodded, being lightly mesmerized by the beauty in front of him. It had been two years yet not a day went by where he didn’t think how he could have ever gotten so lucky to have her. 

She tried to get up, trying to use Monty a bit as support but right at that moment, the dog decided to run off. With a little oof, she fell on the ground. Harrison immediately jogged over to her, laughing just a little bit. He helped her get up, putting an arm around her waist he pulled her in so close that their noses were brushing against each other. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, pressing his nose a bit more to hers. She giggled. 

“I love you too.” she closed the already little gap between them with a kiss. Just a quick one though. Monty ran back up to them and started to scratch softly at their legs. Harrison looked down to be met with his dog’s begging eyes. 

“Aww, I think someone’s a little jealous.” He winked at her before going down to pet the little rascal. “Yes, he is. Yes, he is.” He used his playful dog voice.

“Okay, let’s get going. it’s gonna get dark soon and I still want to eat something. You did promise me a picnic under the stars, after all.” 

“We’ll get there, love, don’t worry.” Hand in hand they started to walk. Harrison picked up the picnic basket that he had left at the spot where he took the picture. 

They followed the path that was surrounded by trees and bushes until it opened up to a big field. They had been there many times before so knew exactly where their little spot was. right next to that small boulder, where they had carved their initials into on their first anniversary. It was cheesy, they knew that, but it was still fun. 

By the time they settled down and pulled everything out of the basket, the sun was already touching the horizon. The sky was in its pink and oranges hues already. While they waited for it to get properly dark, they ate their dinner (and dessert) while talking about everything and nothing. Finally, it turned dark. She put on the little light in the basket, just in case they were starting to get sick of the dark. 

“Okay,” Harrison clapped his hands together as the last strawberry was consumed, “tell me, what do you see right…there.” He pointed right above their heads. She looked up, turning her head to see from which angle she was supposed to look at it. 

“Oh, that is… wait, come here.” She turned around her back now leaning against the boulder. She patted the spot next to her for Harrison to sit. He had been lying on his side so far, but more than gladly got up to sit next to her. A second later, Monty was making his attempts at sitting in between them. 

“You comfortable, Mont?” she laughed when the dog put his head on her lap. She started to lazily stroke his head. “Okay, so if you look right above us,” Harrison did just that, “You can see there is like a little clump of bright stars. That’s Cassiopeia.” 

“Bless you.” 

“Ha ha ha, very funny.” 

“I know.” he kissed her temple. After letting go she leaned into him and placed her head on his shoulder. “So what’s with the weird name?” 

“Well, most constellations get their names from Greek mythology. Cassiopeia was the queen of Ethiopia. She and her daughter Andromeda kept boasting how they were the most beautiful women on earth. Even prettier than the Nereids. Poseidon couldn’t have that so he decided to punish them. He tied up Andromeda to a rock to be eaten by a sea monster.” 

“Sounds lovely.” 

“They were a cozy bunch, those Greeks.” she joked, “Anyway, it wouldn’t be a Greek tragedy without a hero, so Perseus shows up and saves Andromeda. They marry, because back then everyone married each other.” Harrison’s heart skipped a beat at her words. 

“But good ol’ Perce doesn’t think that Cassiopeia shouldn’t go unpunished, so in reference to Andromeda’s punishment, he chains her up in heavens in a throne. The constellation is supposed to be that throne.” 

“It looks like a W to me.” Harrison squinted his eyes. 

“Yeah, it does. 

“So what about that fidget spinnet there.” He had spent hours listening to her talk about stars and constellations and knew most of their names by now, but he couldn’t help but give them their own nicknames. 

“That’s Hercules. You know that guy, right?”  

“Yeah, I do. So what is the one next to it.” 

“Ooh,” she sat up straight in excitement. “That’s Draco.” 

“Malfoy got his own constellation?”

“No, you div. Draco, as in the dragon from the myth of Hercules.” 

“Oh, of course, silly old me,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing ever, while really, he had no idea what she was talking about. He tried to listen to her story. He loved listening to her talk. If he could, he would do nothing but… But right now, there was something else he had to do. As quietly as possible, not to get caught, he slipped his hand into the basket, fishing out the little velvet box. It was a surprise to him she hadn’t seen it. 

He checked once again to see if she had caught on to what he was doing. So far so good. Her eyes were still on the navy sky. 

“Okay, okay, what does that look like to you.” She pointed up but Harrison didn’t even flinch, his eyes were all on her. With a smirk, he said: “A ring.” 

“what? how do you see a ring in that? well, I suppose from your angle maybe…” she turned her neck so she could look at the stars upside down. “No, I don’t see it.” 

“Maybe you’re looking a bit too far into it.” He whispered. She finally brought herself back to earth. 

“What are you talking about?” She asked while Harrison pulled out the light from the basket so they had a little more light around them. There was a gasp as she finally saw what he was holding. 

“Haz-” 

“Shh, let me talk. I have this whole thing prepared so don’t ruin it.” He winked and she rolled her eyes playfully. Harrison scooted in his spot to look at her. Her hand in his. “Since the day we met, I knew there was something special about you. I couldn’t place it at first but now I know. It’s everything. From how you laugh at all of my jokes, even the bad ones,” she smiled, “to how you fall asleep next to me while we watch a movie. 

“You’re so beautiful even Cassiopeia can’t compare. You are sweeter than any candy there is out there in the world and I am so lucky to have you. To be able to kiss you, to hug you, to love you with all my heart. I can spend all of my days just sitting in bed with you, listening to you talk about literally anything. 

“There might not be any shooting stars falling above us right now, but I don’t need them because you make all of my dreams come true. (Y/N), will you marry me?” He flipped the box open to reveal a diamond ring. 

“Yes, of course. Yes! A million times yes!” she squealed so hard that even Monty, who had fallen asleep some time ago already, jumped up. Harrison let go of her hand to take the ring out of the box. With his hands only shaking a little bit he managed to put the ring on her finger. She looked adoringly at it before placing her hands on his cheeks and pulling him into a passionate kiss. 

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses. 

“I love you too.” 

The End

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[moonstruckbucky]

All My Stars [6] | b. barnes

SUMMARY: Bucky knew the minute he hired his new assistant, he was screwed. When she got engaged, he was double-screwed.

PAIRING: CEO!Bucky x fem!reader

WARNINGS: Language, angst, fluff, and copious amounts of each

NOTES: Wow guys, thanks for the feedback last chapter! I really appreciate it! Enjoy chapter 6!

Part Six.

“You did what?!” Peggy’s voice cried as you answered her incoming phone call. You pulled the phone away from your ear, cringing at the volume of her voice. You’d stupidly texted her the morning after the gala with the simple line: I kissed Bucky. How else did you expect her to react?

“I also got a phone number?” you squeaked out.

“From Bucky? But you have his number!”

“N-No, not from Bucky. From....from someone else.” 

“You harlot!”

If it was anyone else but Peggy, you’d take offense. But you could practically see the expression on her face—slack jaw with the corners of her ruby-red mouth quirking up and a teasing glint in her eyes. You knew you were blushing as you stood in your kitchen, still in your pajamas. You had a hard time sleeping the night before, mind too busy turning over everything that occurred at the gala.

Derek, Bucky’s sudden possessiveness, Bucky’s kiss in the elevator, turning Bucky down...

It all made for a toxic cocktail for a sleepless night. So of course the first thing you thought to do was to call Peggy and rant. After her initial shock at bagging both a kiss and a number from two different men in one night (wow, that sounded really bad), you told her about Bucky’s odd behavior.

“He’s jealous,” was Peggy’s simple response. Sighing, you leaned an elbow onto the kitchen counter, sliding your coffee cup back and forth idly.

“How do I face him on Monday?”

“With honesty. That, despite having more than friendly feelings towards one another, it would be unprofessional to pursue a relationship with him.”

You bitterly tried to shove away the fact that Pepper had initially been Tony’s assistant before becoming both his girlfriend and CEO almost overnight. 

“You don’t want to, right? Pursue a relationship?”

Sighing again, you closed your eyes. “I shouldn’t. I love my job way too much to jeopardize it.”

“Then don’t. Set boundaries.”

Right. Boundaries. Easier said than done when your boss was actually sin on legs. 

“I’ll let you know how it goes,” you mumbled before the two of you shared a quick goodbye. Setting your phone down, you dropped your head onto the counter and groaned.

Your weekend was spent between Netflix, two bottles of wine, and paperwork for Bucky that you didn’t necessarily have to do, but it kept your mind occupied and away from your current situation. As you worked at your kitchen island, your eyes, seemingly of their own accord, strayed to the counter where you’d left Derek’s business card.

Peggy’s voice echoed in your head. Boundaries.

Muffling a groan, you drained your wine and dove back into your work.

Monday came way too quickly, and when you woke up that morning, dread seemed to take up permanent residence in your mind. You briefly wondered if you had a literal black cloud hanging over your head, but each time you glanced upwards, all you saw was the ceiling. 

Looking yourself over in the mirror, you sighed, nodded once, and left your apartment. The car was waiting outside for you. Sliding inside, you gave the driver the coffee shop’s and Bucky’s addresses and the car pulled away from the curb. Like usual, you had his coffee ready for him.

Unlike usual, there was a mass amount of nervous butterflies panicking in the pit of your stomach. Dread and anxiety tugged at you, caused you to nearly chew your lip to shreds as you waited for Bucky to come down. When he did, he was wearing sunglasses despite the overcast sky. Hope bloomed in your chest that maybe he hadn’t been able to sleep either.

He was quiet when he sat down beside you, flipping the sunglasses up and barely sparing you a glance as you handed him his coffee. He drank from it deeply, draining half of it, and you took the few seconds to look him over. His eyes were dull and he had deep bags beneath them. At least you hadn’t been the only one who had a rough weekend.

Clearing your throat to break up the awkward silence, you began reading off Bucky’s schedule to him. He didn’t so much as nod when you swept through everything he had going on for the day, didn’t thank you like he usually did.

“Bucky?” you ventured some time later, the car stopped in typical New York traffic. Bucky stayed silent and so you took that as a silent cue to continue. “Bucky, I think we should talk about what happened Friday....”

“What happened on Friday?” He looked at you when he said it, his eyes and expression giving nothing away.

The cold dismissal stung and you tried to suppress your gasp. Bucky’s face didn’t change as yours heated with shame. You had to avert your gaze as it stung with rising tears, and you forced them down with a deep breath.

This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? To forget anything happened between you so that things might not be awkward. And yet, here you were, insulted and ashamed that Bucky had so eagerly brushed off the kiss he’d unexpectedly planted on you at his company’s gala. 

You couldn’t have it both ways, so you straightened your shoulders and stiffly responded, “Nothing happened on Friday. Nothing at all. Forget I said anything.”

The rest of the ride was spent awkwardly. Bucky, for the most part, remained silent as you read him important notes for his upcoming conference with a new contractor. Your voice was monotone, detached, as the air seemed to be getting warmer inside the car. 

Finally you pulled up to the office and you quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Now you just had to withstand eight hours in the office with the man. Easy peasy right?

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[fiveohcomics]

Goop Girl Bio

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚

𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮

Name /Nickname: Emm'lieh Dra'yec/ Emily Drake Wolfe

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homoflexible

Species: Clayshifter

Alignment: Lawful Good

Personality: Emily is a calm, shy, and apologetic girl who is always the most level-headed of the group- even over Harmony, whose optimism leads her to be reckless sometimes. She's got a Gen Z sense of humor, largely adopted from the people around her. She tries to be as unproblematic as possible, but learned some things to fight for from her family, like LGBTQ+ rights. She's the most conscious of collateral damage in her family, though among her hero friends, Sky Girl is more careful.

Likes: Her girlfriend, anything sweet, playing piano, Ren (musician), dragons, flying

Fears: The cold, rats, and, ironically, change

City of residence: Manhattan

Occupation: Junior student as Central Park High School

𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙚

Backstory: Born inside the inner core of the Earth along with the rest of her shapeshifting kind, Emm'lieh Dra'yec had a mostly normal childhood for a Clayshifter until an unknown cataclysm struck, seemingly erasing all traces of the civilization except her, as she was shot in a pod of some kind to the surface, where she emerged and started wreaking havoc in her confusion. This drew the attention of Riptide, Stingray, Copycat, Bird of Paradise, Voltage, and Angel of Death. The resulting conflict and resolution led to the 6 founding the original Alpha Sentinel team. Some time later, Copycat brought Emm'lieh to her mother, Theresa, so she could determine what the shapeshifter was. Emm'lieh told them what she remembered, and in return, they showed her everything that human civilization was about. She took a human form, and a human name, Emily. After hearing her story, Theresa decided to adopt Emily as her daughter. Theresa also bought the Wolfe Mansion, just so Emily could comfortably acclimate to life as a human. Once Emily was comfortable, she ended up going out to become the hero Goop Girl. She kept her identity a secret for a while, but it was figured out relatively quickly. She's spent her life since as Katie's sister and Cassie's girlfriend. She doesn't have a suit and fights in her civilian clothes or whatever form she's currently taking.

Power Origin: Clayshifter

Family!

Mother: Theresa Wolfe (Timberwolf) (adopted)

Father: Unknown

Sibling(s): Katie Wolfe (Copycat) (adopted)

Significant other: Cassiopeia Wright (Libra)

Friends: Diego "DJ" Jacobs (Redux), Nicole Blackwell (Ultramassive Black Hole), Harmony Sora (Sky Girl), Morty Gold (The Living Skull), Angela Harrison (Angel of Death), Shiro Kusaka (Daikaiku), Steven Raye (Stingray), Adam Rivers (Riptide)

𝘼𝙡𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙮

Alias: Goop Girl

Suit description: None

Equipment/Weaponry: N/A

Skills/Powers: Shapeshifting, regeneration, size-changing, fire blasts. Can become bigger when touching the earth

Weaknesses/Counters: Cold temperatures make it harder to shift, reaching a point of complete inability, and at some point she will freeze to death.

Power Tier: 8-C normally, 7-A with access to enough material

Durability Tier: 5-B

𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚

Skin color: Fair

Hair color: Red

Hairstyle: A bun

Eye color: Green

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 121 lbs

Clothes: Short shorts and a black T-shirt with #PRIDE on it in rainbow lettering, and a generally mismatched wardrobe

Extra Notes and Headcanons: Emily often gets confused by basic human concepts. It's adorable.

[writingthrones]

the northern dragon- part 8.

PART 8: HOMECOMING.

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DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: giving y’all what you’ve been asking for ;)

WARNINGS: angst, violence and brief threats of implied sexual assault as well as a brief description of a panic attack, also another kind of steamy scene. 

“I’m not here for you, Robb Stark. I’m here for her.”

What was he talking about? Here for you? Why? Maybe he wished to drive a sword through your back like he had your father. He probably regretted not doing it when he figured out who you were. But just like Robb said, why would he come here on his own? Why didn’t he just spread the truth across the Seven Kingdoms and have his father advance on them? It just didn’t make any sense.

“I’m not letting you anywhere near her,” Robb said as he stepped forward and in front of you. It was a sweet gesture but you pushed him lightly aside. You would not cower behind him. “What do you think you’re doing here?” you questioned. “I see you’re not hiding anymore,” the dirtied knight said. “The confidence suits you much better,” he then added. Well, this was quite confusing and so you furrowed your brow. “At any rate, I think this conversation is better had in private,” he said casually. And to that, Robb chuckled humorlessly. “You’re mad,” he said through a huff, shaking his head.

But you stepped even further forward. “So be it,” you said. You could feel Robb’s shocked gaze on the back of your head but you didn’t care. Whatever he had planned, you wanted to know about. “Could you escort us to somewhere more private?” you questioned the guards who held him. “Y/N, you can’t--” Robb protested. “I can handle myself,” you said curtly, your gaze never leaving Jaime’s. “I need to know what’s going on.” The men nodded and began to move down the hallway. Ah, the perks of being a queen. Before you could follow, Robb tugged on your hand and so you finally broke your stare and turned to look back at him. “I know what I’m doing,” you said softly. “I know...” he sighed. “Just.. be careful.” So you nodded. Of course you would.. at least mostly. You planned to figure out just what was going on no matter what.

Finally, you caught up and entered a small, quiet room. The men released their grip on Jaime but, of course, left him in his chains. He could use them to strangle you if he really wanted to-- but you had a feeling that wasn’t the case. “What is it you’re doing here?” you asked sternly. “So he made you a queen,” he said-- completely disregarding your question-- and smirked. He stared at you for a long time without saying anything and it made you uncomfortable. “I’ll ask again-- what is it you’re doing here?” your tone conveyed your frustration. “Well..” his voice trailed off. “Now what can I call you, my lady?” he asked with a smirk. “--It should be Your Grace, if you must,” you shot back through gritted teeth. “And my name is Y/N.” He titled his head with curiosity and when he spoke again, his tone was suddenly very serious. “No. What is it your mother called you?” It took you off guard. Why had his tone shifted so suddenly? There was no reason for you to oblige him, but you did anyway. You felt compelled to do so. “...Visenya. But my name is Y/N,” you insisted.

“Visenya,” he repeated, nodding his head. “Call me Y/N,” you shot back. “I’d rather call you what Rhaella intended,” he replied, all traces of smugness having left his voice. This was quite odd. “Fine. Will you tell me what you’ve come here for now?” Another long pause-- it was driving you crazy. You began to clench your fists without even realizing. Clearly he noticed and it made him chuckle ever so slightly. “No reason to get yourself worked up. It’s not at all what you think.” Another pause. Why was he doing this? It was driving you mad. “I’ve come to pledge my fealty, Visenya. My sword is yours.” Immediately, you gasped.

MEANWHILE, IN KING’S LANDING.

An emergency small council meeting was being called-- one that King Joffrey was, shockingly, attending. Although, that was in large part because he was being forced by his grandfather. It was a very important matter, one even the boy needed to be informed about. The whispers about another, some say more legitimate, claim to the throne were growing louder and something needed to be done about it.

“I trust we all know what we’ve come to discuss,” Tywin began. Joffrey immediately went to open his mouth, like always, but was cut off before he could get even a single syllable out. “It has been practically confirmed that a Targaryen girl lives-- and she has become Robb Stark’s queen. We have reason to believe she may have played a large role in his escape at the Twins. Some say she may have been the one to kill Roose Bolton,” he said with an annoyed sigh. “So we send someone to kill her,” the golden-haired boy quickly responded before he could be cut off again. “We kick that damned wolf while he’s down. He’s lost half his army, take away another queen and he’ll give up his ridiculous crusade for revenge,” he then added. Tywin sighed, “Don’t think he’ll be so easily fooled, Your Grace. I shouldn’t have to remind you that he hadn’t lost a battle until then. They’ll be on high alert. There’s no way we’ll get within miles of her.” The king sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest with a huff. 

“Anyways.. she may be a northern queen now but how long will it be before she sets her sights south? We’ve already heard whispers of those possibly supporting her claim.” His tone was growing more and more frustrated. Tywin did awful things in order to make sure something like this would never happen. He thought that the Targaryen reign was over, that they’d all been crushed. But now here was this girl, a daughter of the Mad King himself no less, and people were ready to support her. In a way, he understood. Tywin was no fool-- he knew how the people felt about his grandson but he would not give up his family’s position on that throne. As far as he was concerned, the Lannisters were always meant for that seat and they were finally here. So something must be done, but it certainly wouldn’t be as simple as Joffrey seemed to believe.

"If I may..” Lord Varys spoke up. “We know she is in the Riverlands now, correct? I know who to contact. It is possible that we could poison the girl and be done with it,” he stated so matter-of-factly.” Tywin nodded in his direction. “A good plan-- one we should keep in mind. However, I believe I have a better one,” his gaze then turned back to Joffrey. “Your uncle is still out there. We know that he has escaped and we have heard spottings of him. If we can make contact with him, I believe he will be the perfect man for the task. Lord Varys, we will use your contact to speak with him.” It was a good thing Cersei wasn’t there-- she would surely protest, say that Jaime needed to come home. And Tywin definitely did not want to risk his son but if anyone could slay a Targaryen, it was him.

BACK TO Y/N’S POV.

Indigo eyes were wide with shock. Jaime Lannister-- wishing to guard you, the daughter of the man he murdered when we has sworn to protect him too? This must be a joke. It even caused you to let out a humorless laugh, which got a frustrated expression from the blonde-haired knight. “I didn’t realize I was so funny,” he said, tone flat. “Well you can’t really expect me to believe that you wish to protect me, do you? You killed my father. And I am no fool, I know who he was. But I also know who you are and I know you’d drive a sword through my back as soon as you could.” You hadn’t realized, but you had your fists clenched tight throughout your whole little speech. “Now tell me, why would I march right back here if my intention was to just kill you? You know that I could’ve that night I escaped and yet I didn’t. I could’ve killed you and been done with it.. but I didn’t. And besides, I kill you now and those men rush in and slit my throat.” His gaze was turned towards the small window in the door. “And I rather enjoy living.” There was that familiar Lannister sarcasm. 

Your thoughts were racing so fast you couldn’t keep up with any of them. But you put on a stoic face and let out a deep breath. “I... I need to think on this,” you replied. Were you actually considering this? It sounded ridiculous and yet.. something was compelling you to believe him. The way he became so serious when it came to your name, your mother.. he completely let down those walls and showed just a hint of vulnerability. “As you wish,” he nodded. And he was being patient with you? This was all so strange. Another deep breath and you left the room, instructing the men outside to hold him in a cell wherever they may be in the castle, with guards posted. After all that was said and the fact that he had come here after escaping before, you didn’t expect another escape but you could never be too careful.

You hurried back to your chambers with Robb, hearing as the men escorted Jaime from the room. “I look forward to your visit, Visenya,” he called out to you. It made you inhale sharply, totally caught off guard. Without turning around, you continued to walk towards your room. 

When you entered, you found Robb sitting on the edge of the bed, anxiously waiting for your return. He quickly stood up, taking your face into both of his hands and seemingly inspecting you, presumably to see if Jaime had inflicted any harm on you. When he saw nothing, he took you into his arms in a tight embrace. It made you smile and you held him just as tight. When the two of you broke apart, his expression was questioning. “Why did he want to see you alone?” he quickly asked. Mouth hanging open, you struggled to find the words to say. “He said.. he wishes to pledge his fealty and act as my Queensguard.” Robb looked astonished, “He’s mad! After all he’s done to your family, he has absolutely no right saying such a thing.”

Nodding, you took a seat on the bed, bowing your head for a few moments before looking up at him. “I want to believe him,” you said softly. His brow furrowed. “Why?” He had begun to raise his voice, causing you to recoil slightly. It made him sigh, leaning down close to you and taking your hands into his own. “He’s a Lannister, Y/N. There’s no way you can trust him.. I can’t trust him. If I lost you, I...” His voice had begun to shake at that point which made you squeeze his hands. “Trust me then. Trust that I know what I’m doing. There’s just.. something about all this that makes me want to believe him. Why would he come back all this way if his intentions weren’t true? It doesn’t make sense.” Your thoughts were overwhelming you and you were beginning to panic, heart rate increasing and breaths becoming shorter and more frequent. Your husband quickly sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you in a tight embrace. It took a few minutes but the feeling finally subsided and he broke away to look at you. “Let’s get some rest, yeah? We’ll talk about everything in the morning when our minds are clear.” You nodded and the two of you drifted off into slumber. 

When you awoke the morning, the spot where Robb had been was empty. You sat up with a great sigh, assuming that he must be with his advisors, planning their next move. It’d been more than enough time since the Red Wedding, as they were calling it, and they needed to continue onward. But you couldn’t help but to think that it wasn’t the ideal move and you planned to let him know. You didn’t want to see him make another grave mistake. The army had taken a huge hit, they couldn’t afford another. So you had to put aside this mess with Jaime for a bit.

After dressing yourself, you made your way through the castle before finally finding where Robb and his advisors had assembled. Without a second thought, you strolled into the room where suddenly all eyes were on you. “My lords,” you said politely, bowing your head to them. “Your Grace,” they all responded. Robb was immediately beaming, though his expression did seem slightly confused. You found your place next to him, looking down at the map with all its pieces on it. “So what are these plans you all have?” You questioned, looking back up to see nothing but puzzled expressions. “Your Grace, if I may--” Lord Karstark was looking at Robb now. “I don’t intend to sit aside, keep my mouth shut and look pretty at Robb’s side,” you say, indigo eyes piercing through him. “I meant it when I said I’d be fighting alongside you all. I have armor being made as we speak. And as your queen, I think I deserve to be a part of these meetings.” Your confidence never faltered and from the corner of your eye, you could see Robb’s smirking face. “Well you heard her,” he finally chimed in. Looking over at him, you shot him a warm smile. The bond between the two of you was truly beautiful.

Basically, their plan was to march to Riverrun where the rest of the forces had convened, merge together and continue their advance Southward. You understood their desire to continue on their mission but you weren’t so sure it was the best move. So you made another proposal and pushed hard on it. To you, it seemed like the more wise move and you wouldn’t let them speak over you. Your idea was to meet with the rest of their remaining forces but instead move back up North. You hadn’t heard any news out of Winterfell since it had been taken after Theon’s betrayal. Then there was the business of Roose Bolton’s bastard supposedly taking control of the North as declared by the crown. Without a tight grip on the North, what was Robb even king of? After some heated debating, they came to understand your argument. When all was said in done, you could see that same look of pride in Robb’s eyes. You truly were a queen of the people, a warrior who would give her last breath to fight for what was yours.

So it had become settled then. Rather than continue down to King’s Landing, the Northern army led by their King and Queen would march back to their homeland to regain control and their strength. Within a week, you would begin on the long journey. Before you could leave, though, you were gifted the armor that had been promised to you by the armorer in Seagard. Robb said he had another important meeting and regretted not being able to come, but that you should go on anyways. Of course you knew it was being made, but you had a feeling that he had done something that would take you by surprise. And that he had.

The young man had put the pieces on a display in order to show you each and every detail that had gone into it. He had spent countless hours on it, making sure that it was nothing short of perfect for his queen and letting you know that the king had made some special requests. You felt a lump in your throat as you looked at them. Pressed into each shoulder piece was a three-headed dragon, the sigil of your house. And on the chest piece, an entirely new symbol where the dragon meets the wolf. He didn’t want you to be ashamed of who you were and it had you in tears. After thanking the man, you had the armor hauled off into a trunk.

Finally, there was this business with Jaime Lannister. You had put it off for long enough, something needed to be done whether that was taking him as a prisoner once again or accepting his offer. Lately, your mind had been leaning towards the latter. Walking through the courtyard full of men preparing for the journey, you continued into the castle and descended downward where he was being held. The room was dark and you were handed a torch in order to see. When you entered the room, he looked even worse than he had when he arrived if that was even possible. He squinted as he looked up at you. After taking a deep breath, you spoke first.

“Tell me why I should believe you. You broke your oath before, how can I trust you not to do it again?” You did your best not to let your expression give anything away. “You said you knew who your father was then you should know why I did what I did. I don’t believe you would do anything of the sort,” he said, tone so different than the Jaime you’d known until now. Before you could find the words to say, he had spoken up again. “You look just like her, you know? You move the way she did, speak how she did. But then there’s this.. fire. You’re a dragon through and through,” he smiled his usual smirk, though his words did sound genuine. Taking a deep breath, you almost couldn’t believe what you were saying. “I accept your offer, Jaime Lannister. You will be Lord Commander of my Queensguard.” Well, the only member of your Queensguard but that wasn’t important right now. He looked truly shocked-- clearly he didn’t expect you to be able to believe him. It made you slightly nervous, as if he was shocked that his scheme worked. You would have to keep an eye on him, watching as he proves himself.

Jaime bowed his head, “I will protect you with my life.” He really just didn’t sound like the Jaime that everyone knew. His words sounded so genuine. Without another word, you exited the cell. “We plan to leave soon. Please see to it that Ser Jaime is bathed and dressed and prepared for the journey.” From the corner of your eye as you walked past, you could see the shock on their faces. “But Your Grace--” they protested. “Quickly, please,” you replied over your shoulder. You took one last trip to your quarters to put a custom-made breastplate that went over your heavy gown fashioned for the long ride. Much like the armor, Robb had a three headed dragon pressed into the leather of the piece that covered your sternum. Then, you pulled on your cloak made with wolf’s fur. The Northern Dragon.

You entered the courtyard where you began helping in the effort to prepare but the men insisted that it was handled and the queen did not need to concern herself with it. It made you roll your eyes but there was no point in trying to argue. As you turned, you spotted Robb, who you immediately jogged over to, grinning. Even in all the chaos, you couldn’t help but feel those butterflies every time you saw him. But Robb’s expression was not so happy.

“You had him freed,” he said. “I accepted his offer, yes,” you replied. Before he could say anything else you needed to add, “I told you to trust me.” He sighed, “Yes, but these men will never trust a Lannister-- least of all him. Especially as a Queensguard. I don’t know about this, Y/N.” You sighed. He was right, this move could make things worse-- but you were a queen and you should be able to do as you please. The people should trust that you know what you’re doing. “They should trust me too,” you replied. He simply nodded, though he was still visibly nervous.

Finally all ready, you pulled yourself up onto your house up at the front, next to Robb. You then watched as Jaime walked out, clean with his beard trimmed down, dressed in Northern armor. It was a far cry from the gaudy armor he had worn as part of King Robert’s Kingsguard. The men around you started to grumble and you turned to face them before they could begin yelling. “My lords, I understand your worries and frustrations but I ask that you all trust me in this. Ser Jaime will be serving as my Queensguard.” The mens’ faces were stern, but you could see the anger in their eyes. They simply turned away and kicked their horses into action.

It was a bit of an awkward ride, with you being between Robb and Jaime. Not much was said but then again these rides weren’t typically filled with small talk. It was just after sundown when you all finally came to a stop and set up camp for the night. Robb immediately went to meet with his advisors while you decided to let yourself into Jaime’s tent. There was plenty for the two of you to talk about.

It seemed as though he was preparing himself for sleep when you came in. “I didn’t mean to intrude..” you said quietly. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied, offering what you could’ve sworn was a smile. You walked over and perched yourself on the very edge of the bed, still not feeling comfortable around him-- understandably so. He continued to stand but turned to face you. “Did you need something?” he questioned. “I need to know why you did this. You took an oath and I want to know that it’s not all a trick,” you replied, a certain vulnerability in your voice that you just couldn’t hide. “If you couldn’t be sure of my intentions, why did you agree?” He was right. Why did you do that? Something compelled you to believe him, but you couldn’t say that. “You.. kept talking about my mother. About how I look like her or sound like her.. and you wanted to know the name she gave me. I don’t know, I suppose it made me believe that you care,” you said, your voice beginning to shake. You hated that. It was strength that you needed to project but you were.. scared. He leaned down in front of you, eyes looking deeply into yours. There was this look that you couldn’t quite decipher. “I don’t regret what I did to your father.” His words were harsh but you couldn’t blame him. “But I do regret not being able to protect your mother. From Aerys and all the rest. So I believe I owe it to her to keep you safe,” he then added, the seriousness of his tone never wavering. “Besides, I’m the best man for the job if I do say so myself,” he said as he stood back up, back to his regular sarcastic voice. “Even your husband couldn’t protect you as well as I-- don’t tell him I said that. Or do, I suppose.” This time you were positive that he flashed you a smirk. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling in response.

You laid in bed that night feeling much better about the situation. Sure, you still felt uneasy about the way the men looked at you now but you were confident in your choice. If they trusted you as a queen, they would understand why you did what you did. Jaime would prove himself in due time, you were sure of it. But you hoped that they did not begin to resent you.. a Targaryen working with a Lannister, two enemies of the North, to them it must’ve been a recipe for disaster. But you knew that Robb trusted that you knew what you were doing and surely that’d be enough for them, right?

The next few weeks were hard. The looks you were given were unmistakably angry and skeptical but you managed to hold your head high. You still attended most of the meetings where you all discussed the plan of action. Finally, it had been decided that the army would round up all who could still fight and first attack the Dreadfort. From there, it would be on to Winterfell. The logic being that taking the Boltons’ house seat would significantly weaken not only the literal army itself but also the morale. It would insure that the retrieval of Winterfell would go as smoothly as possible. You all still weren’t quite sure how Theon factored into all this but rumors were that he had killed Bran and Rickon and both you and Robb would make sure that he suffered, though neither of you wanted to believe that it could be true. But that could then take care of the rebellion of the Iron Islands. 

Your arrival upon the Bolton stronghold took just under a month of heavy riding. The army settled at a safe distance beyond the walls, making your intimidating appearance known but not putting yourselves in a spot to be stormed without warning. There were many lookouts posted and many men slept battle-ready. After an adequate night’s sleep, it was time. This was the siege of the Dreadfort, where the army of those loyal to house Bolton were lead by the twisted and cruel Ramsay Snow. Though not legitimized, he was the only male heir left of Roose’s.

You and Robb helped each other into your armor. It was the first time you had worn yours and he stepped back, looking at you in absolute awe. “I love you,” he said, sounding nearly breathless. “I love you too,” you replied, pulling him into a kiss with a smirk on your lips. When the two of you broke apart, he held your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours. “I know that you know what you’re doing just.. I need you to return to me. I’m lost without you, I--” His words made your heart ache, so you cut him off. “I will. We’re going to win this, okay?” He let out a deep breath before letting you go then nodded. “I’m going to stay close to you but if we get separated just..” His voice trailed off and all he could do was come up with a sad smile. You nodded back at him, understanding what he was trying to say.

The two of your left your tent and within no time, Jaime was at your side, looking shocked by your attire. You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. “So we’re doing this together then?” he questioned. “That we are,” you responded. 

THIRD PERSON POV.

Jaime was left in awe of the Targaryen girl. The armor that had been adorned with her house sigil fit her like a glove. It reminded him of Rheagar and he hoped that she had the same skill that he did. But then there was those silvery locks pulled back into one long braid, like that of a Northern woman. But she was no wolf, he thought to himself. He finally turned his gaze away from the young woman and set his attention on the task at hand. Above all, he would keep her safe but he would make sure that they took the place for their own. Her goals were now his as well. But he also had plans of his own that he planned to reveal in due time.

Robb’s army marched forward and the eager Ramsay opened the gates for them. He was confident in his forces, sure that they were not only able to defeat the men in combat but that their brutal methods would make those remaining run in fear. He would finish what his father should have and flay the so called King in the North alive. His Targaryen would queen would be next. Or maybe, he’d make the Stark boy watch as he cut her up before moving on to him. The thought of it made him grin with sick pleasure.

Charging in, Robb’s army began to clash with Bolton forces. Men on each side were being struck down as casualties began to stack up, they seemed fairly even. It wouldn’t be an easy victory for either side.

BACK TO Y/N’S POV.

As what would be expected, at a certain point you did become separated from Robb. Both of you were being put into tough spots and the only logical move was to separate. Though it made you nervous to not know where he was and if he was okay, you knew that he was a more than capable warrior. What was even more shocking was that you had become separated from Jaime. He had taken an oath to protect you but now he was nowhere to be found. It made you wonder if it had just happened naturally or if he had deserted or even worse, he had been continuing to work with his family all along. But you couldn’t concern yourself with those thoughts right now, losing your focus for even a second could mean certain death. You just had to believe that Jaime was somewhere fighting to get back to you.

You were cutting down Bolton loyalists left and right, letting out a grunt now and again. Adrenaline was pumping through your veins and your anger had you seeing red. It was amazing the way you managed to dodge every swipe and stab. You had left an entire hallway of bodies in your wake when you turned a corner and got stormed by a man who used his forearm to slam you into the wall, knocking all the air out of your lungs. “The Targaryen bitch,” he said with a smirk. “I can’t wait to see the reward Ramsay is going to give me for you,” he kept going, face coming close to yours. You clenched your jaw, attempting to wriggle yourself away but his force on you was strong. “Though I’d love to take a little reward for myself right now..” Of course you knew what he was implying but before he could smash his disgusting lips onto yours, you spit directly into his face. It caught him off guard and caused him to stumble back. “You bitch!” He screamed and readied himself to slam you again, surely in a way that would leave you unconscious. But you moved more quickly than him and buried the sword deep into his chest, panting as you watched the life drain from his eyes and felt as the warm blood covered your hand. Forcefully, you pulled it out and watched as he dropped to the floor.

You took off down the halls, somehow never running into another soldier. You finally made your way out into the courtyard where a few infantrymen were fighting each other but in the center, you spotted Robb and Ramsay battling it out. Each of them was landing hits on the other, leaving both bloodied. One wrong move and Robb could be dead. But you could turn the tides by rushing Ramsay from behind, so that’s what you did. Unfortunately, the force with which you shoved him wasn’t enough to send him falling into the snow. Instead, he turned quickly on his head and clashed his sword with your own.

Before you knew it, there was strong arm around your waist, hot breath on your neck and the cold steel of a blade pressed against the delicate skin of your throat. You had made the wrong move and now you would die for it. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, readying yourself for death. When you opened them, you were met with the horrified stare of Robb and you did your best to smile at him but you were unable to hold back the tears. Your breath was shaky as you mouthed the words, “I love you.”

“It seems we are at an impasse, my king,” Ramsay finally spoke mockingly. He then spoke directly into your ear, “I hear you’re the one who killed my father.” His tone was angry.. at first, then it quickly turned into delight. “You have actually done me a great favor, you know?” He chuckled and in response, you tried to break free of his grip and he only chuckled some more. “Lets not make this more difficult than it needs to be.” You could see Robb clenching his jaw and certainly thinking up his words carefully. “You aren’t going to win this, Ramsay, hand her over and I shall grant you mercy,” he barked. “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure there. You’ve lost many men.. even your father’s ward has betrayed you. And now I hold your queen’s life in my hands.. I don’t think this is much of an even playing field.” His delightful tone never faltered and it sent a shiver down your spine. Robb opened his mouth to speak but before he could get anything out, the bastard cut him off. 

“So here is what I propose.. you surrender, tell your men to stand down and I spare her life,” he began. “Don’t!” you cried out. You would much rather die than Robb give up all that he had built. The freedom of the North was much more important than your life. Ramsay pressed the blade closer to your neck and you could feel it begin to break the skin and just a drop dripped down. “The men are speaking, darling,” he said, still speaking in that carefree voice. “I was also thinking that I could.. take her off your hands.” His words made you gasp. “Absolutely n--” Robb started. “You want her to live, don’t you? Well those are my terms, young wolf. What do you say?” You may not have been able to see his face, but you could feel the smirk in his voice. He clasped his hand over your mouth and nose, instantly sending you into a panic. “I said, the men are speaking,” For the first time, he sounded annoyed. “Well?” he asked. Just as Robb opened his mouth, a crossbow bolt wizzed past your head, directly through Ramsay’s skull. In seconds, his body fell to the floor and you rushed into Robb’s arms, the two of you holding each other in a tight embrace. You looked up though, wondering who was the culprit. 

Up on the walls you saw none other than Jaime Lannister staring down at you. Your features portrayed pure shock. Robb broke away and turned around and you watched as his eyes found Jaime. The two of you were at a loss for words. All Bolton men stood down and your army quickly took them as prisoners. Jaime made his way down to you two shortly, walking over with a confident smirk. “You know, I’ve never been very good at that,” he said. Your brow furrowed with confusion. “But I made an oath, didn’t I?” You were at a loss for words. Robb was the first to step up, though. “I can’t thank you enough,” he said, clearly still in disbelief. “I made an oath I intend to keep,” he said again.

The knight then moved closer to you, lifting your chin with his finger to examine the small wound that had been given to you. “I’m fine,” you said shakily, leaning back. “Still,” he said, then turning to Robb, “You need to get her a medic.” He nodded, calling out to the men to get someone immediately. Everything from then on out was a blur. The cut as well as other bruises and such were being tended to back in the camp. Afterwards there was a celebration. The Queen in the North had survived thanks to her Lannister Queensguard and the Dreadfort had been sacked, with the only remaining Bolton being slain. It was a great victory and made them feel more confident about their impending fight to take back Winterfell. And after Robb established his reign, they would fight for their official secession from the Realm and once again become a free Kingdom.

That night when you slept, you had a vivid dream. You stood on the shores of an island where you heard a loud screech. Turning around, you saw a large dragon take off from the wall of a large castle and head straight for you. For some reason, you felt no fear. The creature landed in front of you with a loud thud followed by a large breeze created by its wings. It looked directly into your eyes before letting out a mighty roar, making you recoil just a bit. Once it was over, it continued to stare at you, seemingly tilting its head with curiosity. Slowly, you walked forward and reached out to touch it. The scales felt burning hot to the touch but there was no pain. Suddenly, you woke up and sat straight up, panting.

Robb immediately woke up, sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist while placing a hand on your cheek and leaning down to look you in the eyes. “What is it, love?” he asked, still slightly groggy. “I just.. I had a dream,” you replied, still a bit breathless. “Whatever it was, it wasn’t real. You’re okay, you’re safe,” he said quickly, his grip on your waist becoming tighter in an effort to comfort you. “No I... I wasn’t afraid,” you said, staring off for a bit before looking back at him. “I think.. I need to go home, Robb. Not forever but.. I need to see where I was born. I don’t know what that all meant but there’s just this feeling,” you said softly, knowing that it would undoubtedly upset him. “Winterfell is your home, Y/N. Dragonstone is far, you can’t make that journey alone. So much could happen, I.. I can’t lose you.” With each word he spoke, you could hear his anxiety spiking. “I wouldn’t be alone. I would have Jaime.. nothing would happen to me. Trust me, I plan to return to you as soon as I can, my love, but something is calling me there and I can’t ignore it.” His expression was that of sadness and pain, it broke your heart but you stood by what you said. This feeling could not be ignored.

“I told you to trust me, didn’t I? Jaime saved my life today, I know he will be able to protect me. I just need you to understand that this is something I need to do,” you added, taking hold of the hand he had formerly held to your face and squeezing it. “I trust you,” was all he could manage to say. “We know that we have allies in White Harbor who would give us a small ship and a crew. If we ride fast enough, we could arrived there in a week’s time. I know I don’t know really anything about travel by ship but I don’t believe it should take very long. I.. don’t know how long I will be there but know that I will return to you. I’ll send a raven upon my arrival, alright?” you said with a nod. He sighed and nodded in response. “I know there’s no stopping you,” he said with a slight chuckle. Of course there wasn’t, all throughout your childhood he had never been able to keep you from doing what you wanted no matter how risky or ridiculous. You smiled before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

You stood up from the bed, moving over to your trunk and finding your clothes for the day. “I’ll tell Jaime that we’ll be leaving as soon as possible,” you said as you said as you held different practical dresses up. You looked up from the clothing to see Robb still in bed, smirking. He got out and walked over slowly as you retuned to your search for something to wear. You felt him wrap his arms around you from behind, placing soft kisses along your neck. Shivers ran down your spine but you playfully tried to resist him. “I think we both deserve a.. proper goodbye,” he said in a low whisper, giving you goosebumps. Unable to resist, you finally turned around to face him, pressing your lips to his with passion as you placed a hand on the back of his neck. His own arms wrapped tighter around your waste, returning the passion and pulling the two of you back until you fell onto the bed. The two of you began to giggle and grin between kisses as thing became more heated. You still would not budge on consummating your marriage, refusing to become pregnant right now, but found other ways to please each other. 

Lying beside one another, you looked into each other’s eyes. “What am I going to do without you?” he sighed. “You’re going to fight for our home and win. You will crush our enemies and when I return home.. we will get revenge for Lord Stark and Lady Catelyn,” you replied. Propping yourself up on your elbow, you ran your fingers through his curls with a smile. “I’ll be back before you know it.” After placing a soft kiss to his forehead, you began to ready yourself for the day. First, you certainly needed a bath after the morning you had. After that, you dressed and made your way to Jaime’s tent.

You sat at the edge of his bed beside him as he polished his blade. “To what do I owe the honor of your company?” he asked, not looking up from his work. “We’re leaving,” you simply replied. The had him looking up immediately as he put down the sword and polishing materials. “What?” he questioned. “We’re leaving. Gather your belongings, we leave for Dragonstone at once.” He gave you a questioning look. “I woke up with this feeling.. I just need to be there. There’s something I need to figure out about myself, about my family.. I don’t know. But we’re going, so please hurry and get your things. I would like to reach White Harbor in a week.” He stood and started to get everything together. “I’d say that’s a bit unrealistic but as you wish,” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. 

Rolling your eyes, you exited the tent to be met with looks you didn’t quite understand from the men. Suddenly, each got onto one knee. “My queen,” they all proclaimed. You could spot Robb from a distance and shot him a questioning look, to which he responded with a smile. Lord Karstark was the first to stand, nodding his head to you. “We wish you safe conduct,” he said and then all the others chimed in as they also rose to their feet. It left you speechless. Not long ago, you swore these men were quietly doubting your authority and now here they were, clearly showing their devotion to you. You believed that they genuinely wished for your safe journey and return home and it surprised you. You were quite worried that your return to your house’s seat would leave them in doubt. Smiling, you projected your voice, “I thank you all!” They all moved aside as you made your way through them to get back to your tent, where Robb followed you inside.

Tears were pricking at your eyes as he pulled you into a tight embrace. “I told you they believe in you,” he said quietly. You had shared your concerns with him in late night whispers. You held on to him, saying nothing and instead burying yourself in the crook of his neck as tears you were unable to hold back slipped out. He rubbed your back quietly. After taking a deep breath, you broke apart. “This is it,” you said, feeling them begin to start back up. “It is,” he replied sadly, wiping away the tears with his thumbs as some welled up in his own. It broke your heart but you knew this was something you needed to do. The feeling would eat away at you if you put it off.

As soon as Jaime was finished, the two of you readied your horses with a wagon attached to his to hold your belongings. Robb insisted that you have just a few other men tag along, at least until you two reached White Harbor but you had to remind him that it would only draw more attention. After another tearful goodbye, you and your sworn knight were off. What awaited you in Dragonstone you weren’t sure but you were eager to find out.

Things were a little uncomfortable the first few days, neither of you saying much on the ride and being far too exhausted when you set up camp to have any coherent conversation. It was around the fifth day when Jaime decided to speak up on a slower portion of your ride. “So what is this.. calling you say you had?” he asked. You hadn’t even realized that you didn’t actually explain anything to anyone other than Robb. “It was.. this dream. I was there on the shore, staring out at the ocean when I heard the cry of a dragon. When I turned around, it was headed straight for me and roared when it landed. But I never felt scared. As soon as I touched it, I woke up with this feeling that I needed to go,” you said with a sigh. He looked over at you with a furrowed brow. “You don’t think we’re going to find a dragon just hidden away there, do you?” he replied with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes, looking away from him. “No! I just.. I think it meant something. A symbol or something, I don’t know. All I know is I need to go there now.”

There wasn’t much more to be said, you were too frustrated to continue the conversation though Jaime did try. It wasn’t until you two finally reached White Harbor that a real conversation sparked up again. “Stay close to me,” Jaime said in a low, serious voice. You shot him a questioning look. “Do you not see the way people are looking at you? Sure most people have heard rumors about your existence but not everyone believes it. We don’t exactly know who is okay with it,” he said, making sure to keep his voice down. You nodded, sticking close to him and lifting up your hood as to not draw any more attention from the common folk. Robb said that he had sent a raven to prepare his allies in the harbor for your arrival, so all you needed as to focus on finding them. 

People stared as you kept your head down and walked quickly navigated your way through the harbor. When you finally arrived in the shipyard, you began scanning around. It was stressful, as you didn’t even know what you were searching for. That’s when you saw a tall, bearded man staring at you. Curious, you walked closer. “Queen Y/N?” he called out, causing you to let out a sigh of relief and a nod. “Robb told us you’d be coming.. and with him.” There was resentment in his voice as he turned his gaze towards Jaime. “Yes, he is the Lord Commander of my Queensguard,” you said, pulling his attention away from Jaime. “I truly can’t thank you enough for your help with this journey. It means so much to me,” you added, offering him a smile and trying to redirect the conversation. He nodded, returning the smile. “It is my pleasure, my queen.” He then ushered the both of you onto a small but sturdy ship where a crew was already preparing to set sail. 

After discussing the details with all of them, you turned to the man who Robb had asked this great favor of. You smiled, “Thank you so much.” He returned it before replying, “I wish you a safe journey, Your Grace.” Then he left and you were pushed off from the harbor. You looked over at Jaime, whose expression you couldn’t quite decipher and then nodded. Strolling over to the side of the boat, you leaned on the railing and stared out at the sea, watching as White Harbor slowly disappeared. You stayed out on the deck for a while before retiring to your quarters, ready for sleep after a long day.

That night you had another dream. This time you were walking the steps up to Dragonstone, hearing footsteps behind you. It was Jaime. He nodded, as if to tell you to keep going and so you did. In no time, you were at the doors of the castle and you could feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Taking in a deep breath, you shoved the doors open. You weren’t sure what you were really expecting but there wasn’t much to find. As you ventured through the halls, running your fingertips along its walls, you heard a noise. You couldn’t quite figured out where it was but you followed until it became louder and louder. Finally you stood at the top of a stairs. Whatever it was, it was down in the bowels of the castle. Without a second thought, you hurried down them, eager to figure out just what the hell was going on here. When you finally reached the bottom, you could see a faint light in the distance that you began to ran towards-- and that’s when you woke up.

These dreams had to mean something. Whatever was at Dragonstone, it was beckoning you there and you would answer its call. You just had to hope that it wouldn’t be something you’d regret. You weren’t quite sure what time it was but there was no way you could fall back asleep, so instead you readied yourself for the day and went up on deck. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon and you smiled, hugging your arms close to your body as a brisk wind blew past. Losing yourself in thought, you were only drawn back to reality when you felt a presence beside you. Looking up, you were greeted by the sight of a smirking Jaime Lannister. “Good morning,” he said. You nodded in response. 

The two of you stood in silence, enjoying the view before he spoke again. “What do you expect to find, really?” he asked, sounding sincere now. You sighed. “I’m not sure. I had another dream last night and I just know that something is waiting for me,” you let out a huff. “Well then I suppose we’ll just have to find out, yeah?” he replied, offering you what appeared to be a real smile. Slowly, you were beginning to believe that Jaime truly did care for you and really wanted to see to it that you were protected. In fact, you were really starting to enjoy his company. “So do you have any idea how close we are then?” you questioned. “I have been on a ship very few times in my life, Visenya. I haven’t a clue,” he said with a slight shrug. Visenya. It still felt odd to be called that but.. in a good way. It was what your mother intended and the closer you got to your house seat, the more it felt right. You may be an official Stark now but you were still a Targaryen, and one of two that remained at that. 

As the day began to wind down, the both of you returned to the lower deck. There was a common area where you two sat and go into the ship’s storage of ale. You laughed and joked for hours, Jaime telling you about the ridiculous things he’d gone through with his family and how he was honestly a lot happier this way. You knew for sure that it was something he’d never admit sober and even then, he seemed shocked that he had admitted it. It made you grin. “A Lannister happy to be in the service of a Stark queen?” you laughed. “Who would’ve thought.” His eyes narrowed, “You may be his queen but you are no Stark, Visenya.” You opened your mouth for just a second before rolling your eyes and huffing as a response, knowing there was no use. He was right, in a way. But still, you were a part of Robb’s family.

Each day felt longer than the one before and you began to wonder if you’d gotten lost. And that’s when you finally saw it, the castle that was shrouded in fog becoming more and more visible the closer you got. Finally, you had made landfall and you anxiously awaited for the men to anchor the boat and set up a bridge to let you off. Once they did, you started off towards the steps that lead you up, shouting a “Thank you!” as you went. You heard Jaime hurrying behind you. “Slow down!” he called. “I can’t!” you responded.

It took you longer than you expected to climb them all but when you did, you stood in awe of the large doors. They looked just as they had in your dream. Jaime finally stood at your side, panting. After some deep breaths, he spoke up. “Are you ready?” he asked, concerned but also somewhat impatient. Finally out of your daze, you nodded. Taking a deep breath, you walked forward and pushed the doors open. As you walked in, everything looked just as you had dreamed-- except for the unfamiliar banners that hung on the walls. Seemingly sensing your confusion, Jaime spoke up. “Stannis Baratheon’s. After.. what happened, his brother gave Dragonstone to him,” he said. You nodded, clenching your jaw at the thought of some usurper just giving away the land your family held for so many years. You yanked hard on the fabric and it came tumbling down. Never again would this place belong to anyone else. Queen in the North or not, you would not let your family’s seat go to anyone else ever again.

Just like in the dream, you ran your fingertips along the stone walls, breathing the air in deeply as if it were somehow different than that up North. This is where you were born.. but also where your mother had died. The beach you arrived on was the same one your siblings had been sent away from. There was plenty of bad memories here but there was also something you needed. Something that would help you better understand yourself and where you came from, you were sure of it. Then, just like that vision, you found the same stairs that lead down into the dungeons. Taking a few deep breaths, you began to walk down. 

When you heard Jaime right behind you, you turned to look up at him. “I need to go alone,” you insisted. “Visenya, you don’t know what’s down there. You can’t--” You knew that he meant well, but you cut him off. “I can handle myself. I need to do this alone, Jaime,” you said, trying to stress just how important to you this was. He seemed taken aback, simply nodding and going back up to the top of the steps.

Taking a deep breath, you continued down into the darkness. Part of you wished that you had brought a torch, though you just felt like this was right. Finally reaching the bottom, you looked all around before spotting a light in the distance, just like that from your dream. Everything from your dream was coming true.. it was giving you the chills. Walking slowly towards the light, you squinted your eyes trying to figure out what you were looking at. Finally, you reached the source of the light, though you struggled to understand just what it was you were seeing.

Bending down on your knees, you finally made sense of what you were looking at. The sight left you breathless. Before you, there was three candles. And in front of each one, a dragon egg.

FINAL NOTES: well y’all wanted her to have a knight who protects her.. bet you weren’t expecting it to be jaime ;) and dragons!!!!! ahhh i’m really happy with this chapter and what it has established and i hope you guys are too!