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Grey Cat Names

Embarking on the quest to name your grey cat is a delightful venture, given the enchanting and mysterious allure these feline friends exude. Whether you've recently welcomed a new grey kitten into your abode or embraced an adult cat boasting a sleek grey coat, discovering the perfect name can evolve into a joyous and imaginative process. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into various grey cat names, drawing inspiration from diverse sources.

Top Grey Cat Names

Shades of Grey

Ash: A timeless choice inspired by the color of ash.

Smokey: Ideal for cats with a smoky grey hue.

Charcoal: Embracing a deep, dark grey shade.

Silver: Perfect for cats with a silvery sheen.

Steel: A robust and metallic-sounding name.

Graphite: A sophisticated and artistic choice.

Nature-Inspired Names

Stormy: Reflecting the stormy skies and clouds.

Misty: Evoking a sense of mystery.

Thunder: Powerful and fitting for a bold cat.

Pebble: Cute and suitable for a petite grey cat.

Rocky: Ideal for a cat with a resilient personality.

Cloud: Light and fluffy like a soft cloud.

Male Grey Cat Names

Shadow: A classic choice embodying the mysterious allure of grey cats.

Smoky: Perfect for a cat with a beautifully shaded coat reminiscent of wisps of smoke.

Silver Bullet: Ideal for a sleek and quick grey cat that moves with grace.

Thunder: A powerful and dynamic name, perfect for an energetic grey feline.

Stormy: Reflecting the tumultuous yet captivating nature of a storm, suitable for an adventurous cat.

Slate: A sophisticated and stylish name inspired by the smooth grey rock.

Gandalf: For fantasy enthusiasts, paying homage to the wise wizard from “The Lord of the Rings.”

Rocky: Ideal for a sturdy and resilient cat with a grey coat resembling rocks.

Cinder: A playful and charming name, perfect for a mischievous grey cat.

Ash: Simple yet elegant, inspired by the grey remnants of a fire.

Whisker Greyjoy: A playful nod to the Greyjoy family from “Game of Thrones.”

Steel: A strong and durable name, suitable for a grey cat with a robust personality.

Mercury: Inspired by the quicksilver element, ideal for a lively and agile feline.

Charcoal: A classic choice capturing the essence of dark grey hues.

Neptune: Perfect for a cat with a cool and calm demeanor, inspired by the serene planet.

Foggy: Ideal for a cat with a misty and dreamlike appearance.

Meteor: A celestial name for a cat that streaks through your life like a shooting star.

Graphite: A sleek and modern name inspired by the dark grey form of graphite.

Loki: A mischievous and cunning name for a cat with a playful personality.

Titan: Inspired by the largest moon of Saturn, suitable for a majestic grey cat.

Funny Grey Cat Names

Smokey McSnuggles

Earl Greyson

Gandalf the Grey

Misty Paws

Sir Fluffington

Pewter Purrlock

Nimbus Whiskertail

Gravy Train

Ash Ketchum

Drizzle Whiskerstein

Sir Meowington the Grey

Cloudy with a Chance of Furballs

Captain Thundercloud

Earl Cattington

Hazy McFuzz

Mr. Mistoffelees

Graytilda the Witch

Purrlock Holmes

Furrball McMuffin

Sir Snugglepants

Grey Cat Names

Grey Tabby Cat Names

Asher

Misty

Tabitha

Sterling

Willow

Nimbus

Luna

Pippin

Smokey

Earl Grey

Gracie

Silver

Dusty

Grizzle

Oliver

Cute Grey Cat Names

Smudge

Mochi

Gizmo

Luna

Puddle

Pebbles

Snickers

Noodle

Whiskers

Cloud

Bubbles

Tofu

Pebble

Buttons

Pippin

Unique Girl Cat Names Grey

Zephyra

Seraphina

Nebula

Mystique

Sable

Velvet

Sparrow

Elara

Quicksilver

Calypso

Tempest

Solstice

Lyric

Vesper

Echo

Celestia

Nimbus

Lunaire

Arya

Juniper

Grey and White Cat Names

Stormy

Oreo

Blizzard

Marble

Mosaic

Misty

Patches

Casper

Ashes

Zorro

Luna

Chess

Ghost

Panda

Pebbles

Smudge

Salt (for white) and Pepper (for grey)

Tuxedo

Cloud

Domino

Boy Cat Names Grey

Ash

Smokey

Slate

Charcoal

Earl Grey

Nimbus

Thunder

Gunner

Sterling

Griffin

Shadow

Mist

Cobalt

Rocky

Zeus

Slate

Storm

Grizzle

Mercury

Finnegan

Pop Culture References

Dorian Gray: A nod to the famous literary character from “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde.

Gandalf: For a wise and wizardly grey cat, inspired by the character from “The Lord of the Rings.”

Elsa: Perfect for a regal and icy-grey cat, inspired by Disney’s “Frozen.”

Foggy Nelson: A playful reference for fans of Marvel comics and the Daredevil series.

Historical and Mythological Grey Cat Names

Merlin: Named after the legendary wizard with a grey beard.

Hera: The Greek goddess associated with marriage and family, often depicted with a regal demeanor.

Nebula: Inspired by celestial clouds of dust and gas, fitting for a mysterious cat.

Einstein: A playful choice for a clever and grey cat, honoring the famous physicist.

Food-Inspired Grey Cat Names

Cinder: A nod to the burning embers, perfect for an energetic cat.

Oreo: Ideal for a cat with a mix of grey and white fur.

Pepper: A spicy and lively name for an energetic cat.

Mochi: Sweet and fitting for a cat with a soft grey coat.

Truffle: Elegant and perfect for a sophisticated feline.

Unique and Creative Grey Cat Names

Luna: Meaning moon, perfect for a cat with a cool, lunar-like presence.

Quicksilver: A sleek and speedy choice for an active cat.

Zephyr: A gentle breeze, fitting for a calm and serene grey cat.

Nyx: Named after the Greek goddess of the night.

Slate: A smooth and sophisticated name for a grey cat.

Choosing the right name for your grey cat is a personal journey, where inspiration can be drawn from their personality, physical traits, or your own interests. Whether you opt for a classic or a unique name, what matters most is that it resonates with both you and your feline companion. Take your time exploring various options, and you're bound to discover the perfect name that encapsulates your grey cat's individual charm and character.

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sarah-dipitous · 2 years ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 258

Mamma Mia/Face the Raven

“Mamma Mia”

Plot Description: a reluctant Dean brings Mary along on a mission to rescue Sam. Crowley receives word that Lucifer has possessed the body of an aging rock star

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: this has to be some kind of mind trickery…there’s no way Sam’s fucking the lady from London…unless. Unless? That’s what he meant by telling her “screw you” over and over last episode. Oh. No one died

Omgggg Dean opening up to Cas about how weird it is to have Mary back, I’m losing my mind ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Ohhhh, Dean gets his guilt complex from his mom

I KNEW it! I knew this wasn’t real. I knew Sam was hallucinating that whole thing

Can she STOP seemingly killing Sam FOR FIVE MINUTES??

Love Rowena scamming this guy, making up a backstory about being a prima ballerina. She can do whatever she wants forever. Stop getting in the way of her getting that man’s bread, Crowley!!

I was gonna say I can’t believe Lucifer came all the way to Cleveland but…actually I can. That seems like a thing that would happen here. Of course he showed up as this rock star’s dead girlfriend to get him to say yes to possession

Dammit Crowley, let her have this. At the same time, Rowena, I’m sure you can find another old rich guy with limited time left in earth to scam. You are hot af, girl, let this one go. Don’t get wrapped up in Crowley’s schemes

Ah damn, she got Dean…

Oh, Ro Ro, I can’t believe you let your son drag you into this again

Oooo, just a smidge of body horror on my lunch break? Getting very um…end of chapter 349 vibes, and it’s concerning to me

Not to say spn should kill off another woman, but they’re spending a whole lot of time not shooting London lady

Aw, Mary’s adjusting. She’s figuring out modern life ❤️ and her boys are helping her

Noooooo, dammit, Lucifer’s keeping Rowena prisoner now. She spends so much time fighting for her freedom…I’m so mad this is happening to her

Legitimately crying at this scene between Sam and Mary.

God…as much as Dean tries to be like his father in many ways, he’s also JUST like his mom. I wish they’d just come together to talk it out instead of going through photos and John’s journal separately

“Face the Raven”

Plot Description: The Doctor and Clara find themselves in an alien world, hidden on a street in London

At least today I know if there’s no picture, there’s something wrong (oh good, there’s picture)

Oh shit! Is this one of the kids she’d nanny for before?? He seems too old to be, but what do I know? I’m just sayin I can’t imagine her giving any student but the girl she took to the moon the TARDIS’s phone number

Oh!! Oh wait! This is the guy from when there was an alien turning people 2D!! Ok ok that…it’s been a while since he’s been here

They only have like 6.5 hours to save Rigsy??

When you’ve read enough John Green to immediately get what Clara’s saying when she starts talking about trap streets on maps

Ooooo, is that like a maroon velvet blazer the Doctor is wearing?? Maybe not

Did he say FIFTY MINUTES LEFT?!

Not Arya is back! And she’s the one who sentenced Rigsy to death

Ok, so…the budget for this episode is very weird. First, there’s a whole huge set that is very reminiscent of a certain hidden street from [fandom redacted] where many different alien species have gathered as refugees…HOWEVER, the street lamps cause everyone to be undercover in a facade of the viewer’s own normal experiences. Sometimes there’s a glitch, and you can bypass the illusion (so we briefly see an Ood giving medical-ish attention to a cyberman), but it mostly feels like how spn makes all its monsters look like people

Clara don’t you dare. Don’t you dare try to take the death sentence from him. I mean, it’s…your plan isn’t necessarily the WORST, but it’s hella risky

Is that just subtle bi Clara confirmation? Talking about her relationship to Jane Austen and saying “god, I love her. Take that how you like”

Oof. She has GOT to stop making deals with random aliens. She nearly ripped reality apart last time she did. She opened a portal to a different dimension. Now, she’s making deals to keep this street safe in exchange for the Doctor??

I’m not okay with this goodbye between Clara and the Doctor. I’m very distraught. I’m gonna miss them together.

There’s something extra cruel about making the Doctor watch his best friend die right in front of his eyes

Oh of COURSE it’s a “to be continued…” ending. You know…at least I SORT OF got what I wanted. One self contained episode, and now not a two parter. This seems to be a THREE parter

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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daenerystemper · 2 years ago

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it's not even that people are necessarily defending daenerys's actions in season eight either; it's defending the very essence of her character. most people who defend daenerys are book!daenerys fans more than anything, who know that daenerys is good & just, who were expecting the worst when season eight's finale premiered. of course, there are people who strictly watched the show who defend her as well, but you can't look at her previous actions that were shown in a positive light only to then be overshadowed by tyrion's "everywhere she goes, bad men die" speech as if it was some revolutionary genre flip.

when you look at successful genre deconstructions, the "seeds" of criticisms they wanted to plant started early in their seasons rather than the last three seasons where a character who strove to do the just thing spends all her time ranting about wanting to murder to solve conflict instead of utilizing any of her previous plans. had daenerys still had the characterization of previous seasons or had tyrion remembered his great infiltration plan of casterly rock, i'm sure they could have used davos's beach to slowly begin infiltrating king's landing rather than wasting time not even besieging it. for example: homura akemi's descent into devil homura is believable due to her repeated trauma & glorification of madoka meanwhile daenerys is supposed to be "mad" simply because she grieved her losses openly. the back-to-back deaths of viserion, jorah, rhaegal & missandei while losing companionship with jon who turned a blind eye to the strange actions of his siblings/cousins would be enough to make anyone depressed, but being depressed doesn't mean daenerys is going to burn king's landing down no matter how hard varys tries to portray it that way in season eight.

the decisions d&d made to "humanize" daenerys's enemies, the lannister forces & to an extent, the smallfolk (who aren't really enemies, but rather fodder to be used for moral dilemmas when it suits the writers [notice how the sept of baelor's explosion should have been a turning point from the smallfolk tolerating cersei to hating her, only they come out in complete reverence of her depsite massive smallfolk casualties) was a pointed effort to encourage fans to hate daenerys just as the show-only mhysa is a master plotline. when robb stark was marching for northern independence, there were no scenes humanizing the freys/lannisters then for their crimes, but when daenerys comes to king's landing, suddenly we have arya being willing enough to share food & drink with lannister soldiers.

people defend daenerys because of barely hidden hatred from her. they planned on killing her as early as season three, a season after they bastardized her visions in the house of the undying further rendering her story plot's isolation to strictly essos when these visions give her a connection to her westerosi roots. you can say "oh it's horrible writing" but it's always been horrible writing & becoming "team smallfolk" just to criticize daenerys fans who have been calling out the shows atrocious writings since season seven aired (if we're being generous & giving seasons 5/6 the benefit of the doubt about being terrible too) is kinda weird.

also

Wasn’t the whole point of finding Cersei to kill her and torture her?

no i don't think daenerys's end goal was to "torture & kill" cersei LMAO. daenerys did have 163 slavers crucified in retaliation of their crucifixion of child slaves ( & in the books, did check a list of the great masters who owned slaves) but nowhere in seasons six through eight does she talk about wanting to sharply question cersei for her crimes. disposing a tyrant, similarly to how fans celebrate jaime's killing of aerys, is completely fair after everything that tyrant has done in a series that doesn't really have a judicial system similar to modern times. cersei blowing up the sept of baelor & killing the current queen of westeros leading up to the death of the current king is no different to the tyranny aerys personified during rickard & brandon stark's deaths.

I love Dany but lets be honest she was completely in the wrong to brun the citizens of Kings Landing.

The Lannister Soilders literally laid down their arms therefore she could’ve just arrested all of them and went to find Cersei. Wasn’t the whole point of finding Cersei to kill her and torture her?

The people literally surrendered and rung the bells.

I know it’s definitely a part of the horrible writing of Season 8 but still the fact people defend her actions in doing that is crazy!!!!

#anti got #fandom wank #pro daenerys targaryen #anti d&d #adding on from what doublehex was saying #also im not going to argue monarchy is bad here bc the concept doesn't currently exist in asoiaf

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modern-inheritance · 7 months ago

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Modern Inheritance: A Requiem (End of the Fall, pre-war)

(A/N: A young Arya attends a very important event. This memory is eventually to be used in a future story series. I didn't reread this but I'll probably be doing edits over time.)

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MODERN INHERITANCE: A REQUIEM

The sun was shining. For all things, it was a beautiful day. Golden beams lit the edges of floating forget-me-nots and set the throats of white lilies along the path burning with resplendent fire.

But the birds did not sing. The insects that buzzed and hummed were silent. The only creature daring to bring noise to the forest was Blagden, a mournful, keening melody rising and falling as he perched atop the Menoa tree.

Mum’s hand was cold. Arya had to keep adjusting her grip, holding tight to limp fingers. She had already cried all she could, eyes wide and gritty despite washing her face three times. The tip of her nose and her cheeks felt raw from hours of trying to clear the tears, sniffling and gasping and hiccuping as the truth kept coming back.

“Evandar was felled on the Plains of Ilirea.”

‘My Da is dead. He won’t wake up again. He won’t talk again. He won’t hug me again. My Da is dead….’

Mum had held her all night, almost too tightly to even breathe, silent, frighteningly silent. Never answering Arya’s sobbed questions of why, why, why.

Arya could not settle on if she preferred the hollow silence to the terrifying, ragged screams that came before. The wails of…of someone torn away.

She had heard those sounds before. When others had been told.

But Mum had never made those sounds. Mum had never…she had never needed to, Da was always back, he was always….

Arya looked up. Her mother’s face was white as the lilies. Her golden eyes no longer held the radiance of the sun, only the dim, feeble glow of an ember so dangerously close to sputtering out.

She squeezed her fingers tighter, tried to rouse the woman walking beside her that felt so unlike the mother she knew. ‘Mum, be strong. Please. Please be strong. Da needs us to be strong, he needs us….’

They had all stopped now. Beneath the Menoa tree. A space between the towering roots, where all past kings and queens lay and gave their bodies to feed the greatest monarch of the forest. The casket holding Da slowed and gently settled to the needle strewn ground, the golden pinewood cradling his body as gentle as a mother with a newborn babe. Not even the clematis blooms draped and curling around the graceful engravings swayed, so soft was the care and reverence the gathered elves took with their fallen king.

He looked peaceful. Like the mornings Arya had crept into her parents quarters and clambered into bed with them, cuddled up to them as she remembered doing when so very small. Or the mornings that she bounced them both awake, proclaiming that the day begin with giggles and gentle bouts of wrestling with Da. A lion and his cub, a dragon with his hatchling.

They had told her he would not wake. He was not sleeping. He was gone to the void, to the darkness that lies beyond. A few had told her his energy was now a part of the wider world. That he would still give to the forest with his flesh, would still be protecting her through that natural process to feed the Menoa tree, to give his lifeblood to the spells that protected their land.

They had all told her she could not wake him, no matter how hard she tried.

It did not stop her from trying. It did not stop her from climbing over the curved lip of his funerary dais when no one was there.

She curled up against his side, and if she kept her eyes squeezed shut, her forehead pressed into his ribs, little fists bunched tight in the liquid smooth fabric of his most handsome tunic…she could pretend the crook of his arm was not limp against her back. Pretend that she could feel his heart beating. Could hear his voice as he crooned to her and rocked her to sleep. Pretend that he wasn’t cold, that his chest didn’t rise, that he didn’t move or speak or comfort her as tears leaked past scrunched lids.

Mother had been furious when she found her there. Arya did her best to not remember being yanked away from the deceptive pool of warmth her own body heat had created on her father’s skin, the collar of her tunic tight around her throat as she wailed in protest. Did her best to forget that her mother had screamed at her and shaken her and had dragged her away from the room where Da lay alone and cold before collapsing in the hall.

Arya forced herself to remember only that Mum broke down in tears and pulled her close, cradled her in her lap as they both sobbed until Mum couldn’t any more.

The singing was louder now. Sylvian voices rising and falling together through silent crying that streaked the faces all around them. Arya didn’t know the words.

Blagden alighted upon the rim of the dais, white wings flared. He perched behind the crown of Da’s head, the white silver circlet with diamond and emerald and gold that once was the raven’s favorite thing to nibble and nip to bait his dear friend into focusing on his feathered companion now a reminder of loss. Blagden’s voice keened above them all, the sorrowful song of mourning constant since the battle’s end.

Many words were said. Memories of her father from many people she did not know. Däthedr wept as he spoke, open and unabashed. So did the others.

The entire time, Arya watched and listened to them all with wide, red rimmed eyes. So many people knew Da. She hadn’t realized just how many. He was just Da to Arya, not Evandar Könungr, just…Da. The one who tucked her in, taught her to skip stones, carried her on his shoulders, made flowers bloom at a single touch and caught her when she fell.

Then the talking was finished.

Blagden took flight. The singing began again.

For the first time that day, Islanzadí’s hand closed around Arya’s, her grip tight and fingers shaking. Arya looked up and saw the tears falling again, dropping to the needles at her mother’s feet as she joined the singing, a pain in her voice that Arya had only heard in her screams the days before.

She could understand most of what they sang. An acknowledgement of loss, of an end, a new beginning for the elves, and, over all of it, a farewell.

This…this was goodbye? Already? Now?

The earth beneath the dais shifted, flowing away as a column of roots remained, supporting the casket above a gaping maw of darkness. The dais, Da’s body still ensconced so peacefully upon it, began to lower into the earth.

Arya knew he was gone. She knew, she knew that. That he was dead, Da was dead, he couldn’t talk to her anymore or hold her anymore or be him anymore but–

Mum was there, then. Kneeling, still singing her farewell, tears rolling down her cheeks. Hands on Arya’s shoulders, tight, stopping her from running forward. Before she could even suck in a breath to scream for her Da to not go.

And yet, Islanzadí never looked at her. She kept her eyes fixed on her life-mate’s disappearing body, face white, tremors passing from her fingers to her child’s thin shoulders.

The last piece he had left her. The only thing of Evandar truly left in this world.

The casket was even with the ground now. Arya saw her father’s face one last time. Peaceful. Cold.

Arya squeezed her eyes shut.

And when she opened them again, all that remained of her father was a bed of clematis flowers, lilies and forget-me-nots, sprawled out on the forest floor.

‘Goodbye, Da.’

#eragon #inheritance cycle #the cyclists #modern inheritance #the inheritance cycle #ket's modern inheritance cycle #the world of eragon #arya #arya drottningu #modern inheritance stories #islanzadi #evandar #blagden

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llutik · 2 years ago

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arya was having trouble finishing her homework

it turned into a group project

#asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #agot #my art #arya stark #sansa stark #jeyne poole #septa mordane #jon snow #i think their .. embroidery hoops look too modern #valyrian scrolls #they pulled a realistic eye #it rocks

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dearsnow · 2 years ago

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EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING

- your best friend comes home for the first time after joining the military. (jon snow x gn!reader, modern au, some parts are sad but it’s mostly fluffy). part of the mixtape 2: our version collab

based on “everywhere, everything” by noah kahan

word count: 3,530

a/n - i love jon sm but me personally? i would not be able to stand having a military man because i would be sad he’s not in my arms every day 🥲

Coming back to his large family house in his little hometown leaves Jon feeling conflicted. The snow is the same. The barren trees, the little snowmen on the front lawn, the crunch of leaves underfoot- everything is the same. It’s so similar to the life he once had, yet so different. As he gazes upon the once-warm house in the cold north, he finds it hard to swallow. His half-siblings have grown so much that he can hardly recognize the littlest ones; they went from lumps of blankets and tears to little people with their own thoughts and complicated personalities.

He will see you, too, and he isn’t sure if he can even handle the idea.

Leaving to join the military was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, yet it was necessary. Northward Base, lovingly nicknamed “The Wall” by its residents, had opened so many opportunities for him. Honor to his family and whatnot. He had gone through so much with his brothers, and there was yet more to come. But he is back now, at his old doorstep.

Sansa stands in the doorway, leaning on the side of it. Arya hasn’t spotted him yet, though he is sure she will rush him with a hug and a million questions when she does. Robb offers to take his luggage in with him, but Jon shakes his head with a smile. He can carry his own bags now.

You’ve been waiting for this day for so long. After years, years of waiting and writing to him and sitting in your own isolation, your best friend is at the tips of your numb fingers. As you stare out your window, almost afraid he would disappear again if you blink, you remember the day he left.

It was barely the middle of fall. There were dead leaves raked in piles outside of his house, the house you frequented, and you felt an almost childish urge. Who could stop you, though?

You jumped in a pile, the material underneath your boots giving out a crackling noise so loud it alerted the attention of the newly eleven-year-old Arya. She quickly jumped in with you, tackling you to the ground. You fell with a ‘fwump’, a giggle bubbling up through your stomach like warm cider. The ground was hard, the hidden rock underneath the left side of your back even harder, but all you could feel was joy.

You were too grown to be playing like that, and you knew it. You figured, though, that you had too little time to not enjoy every second of it. A mildly shocked Jon watched from the sidelines.

“Having fun?” He called. You laughed, the sound ringing out like a harmony to his ears.

“Definitely. Why don’t you come join us?” You tried to stand back up, but the child in your lap was making it a lot harder. Arya stuck out her tongue.

“Yeah, have a little fun!”

Jon shook his head. “Not today, I’m afraid.” He hesitated. “I actually have something to talk to you about.” He was looking so deeply into your soul you were sure he could see the words rumbling at the back of your throat.

Arya knew. She knew what he had to tell you, and she knew what you would say, and she decided that she would rather die than see the light fade from your eyes. She looked between the two of you for a moment then scampered away into the house behind her.

Your head was spinning. Why would she just leave like that? You knew her. She needed to know every moment, every interaction, every little glance between friend or foe. She would surely stay, unless (of course) she was already clued into the situation.

Jon took a deep breath, and you could tell his heart was aching just by the look in his deep brown eyes. His fists were clenched at his side and his breaths formed quick clouds in the cool air. You stood up, and he didn’t move to brush the leaves out of your hair like he normally would. His hands stayed still, so you took them in yours. He was ice cold.

“I’m leaving.” Oh, your Jon. So quick to the point.

“When? To where?” You questioned. You knew he had to leave at some point. You were leaving for college in the next month, though your university was so close to your home it was barely a drive.

“Today,” He whispered, “to join the military.” Your heart dropped down to your feet. You could feel a sting in your eyes, like a wave of salt water had suddenly drowned you. You now understand why Arya left so quickly.

“Today.” A prickle formed behind your eyes. “How could you not tell me? I won’t be able to see you for so long.”

He wilted like a dying flower. “I was going to. I would’ve told you when I first thought about enlisting, but it was finals week. It felt like a bad time. Then, so much happened and I just… I just couldn’t do it. But I’m leaving for Northward today, and I needed to tell you before I went.” He swallowed thickly. You looked so crestfallen, with your teary eyes and shaking voice. He wished he didn’t have to leave you like that, but he had made up his mind long ago.

“I wish you had told me earlier.” You choked out. He winced a little bit. “At the very least, I could’ve spent more time with you. Gotten milkshakes at the café by the church one more time,” his fists tighten more than he even thought possible. “but I want you to know that I support your decision. I believe you’ll be the best they’ve ever seen.”

You wanted to scream. To yell, to beg and clutch at his coat and plead for him to stay. A rabid animal had taken over your heart, clawing at your insides and shredding your resolve like cheese.

Jon could tell you were on the verge of tears just by looking at your shifting eyes. If you were a subject, he would pass with flying colors. He didn’t know what to do except embrace you.

You sunk into his arms like they were a plush comforter. The sun was collapsing, but with him, you were safe. That would have to change soon.

You could feel your tears making wet little marks on his shirt as your feelings finally bubbled over. He was leaving. You wouldn’t see him for a long, long time after that day, and you didn’t know how you would be able to stand it.

He lifted your chin with gentle hands. He hated seeing you cry, whether it was from a sad movie or something far more serious, so he did the only thing his heart could think of doing.

He pressed his lips to yours, and the sun finally exploded behind you.

You step out onto the sidewalk nervously, and past his driveway, you can see Jon. He’s just standing there, exchanging banter with Robb. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. Then, finally, he turns around.

When his eyes lock with yours, it’s like nothing ever changed. He’s taller now, with more muscle, a lot more scars, and a lot less hair. But he’s still Jon. You know his face like the back roads in Winterfell, the ones you can drive with your eyes closed. You know him like the little dorm that has been your new home for the past few years. God, you know him.

When you were sixteen, and he had just gotten his license, he took you out for a drive. He went on the back roads, the bumpy ones that sent you flying if you weren’t properly strapped in. You sat in the front seat of his brother’s old truck as you talked about anything and everything you could ever talk about.

When he reached his destination and laid out blankets in the bed of the truck, you didn’t know that in a few years, he would be gone. You laid in his arms that day as you watched the clouds meander by overhead. It was summer. The air was fresh, the grass field was peaceful, his breath was on your neck, and the birds were singing their twittering little songs. For a quiet boy, he sure talked a lot when it was just you and him. He was curious and lively in those little moments. His stoicism was put off to the side and he could talk freely when you looked at him. Your eyes were just so inviting he couldn’t stop his words from tumbling over the edge.

“I want to join the military someday. It’ll make my dad happy, I think, knowing I’m in there with my uncle. For once, maybe I can be more than my father’s unfortunate mistake. But I also know that it means leaving Winterfell behind, maybe forever. It means leaving everywhere, everything, and everyone. I wonder if I could even make a decision like that.” He said, eyes glued to the sky above. It was nice like that, you thought. Watching him watch the clouds.

“Whatever you decide, I’ll always be here for you.” You responded simply. It was true. Somehow, you knew you would still love him even if he was a million miles away. You would love him if he got a lover, though you would try your best to stop, and you would love him when he was dead. You would love him when you were dead, too. You would love him so deeply the worms would taste his lips on your rotting skin. “Just remember to write me every once in a while.” You didn’t know how soon he would be leaving, and looking back on it, you should have seen the signs. You should’ve known that he would leave the moment he graduated. He was always like that, persevering and fighting and marching forward the moment life called for it. But in the moment, you couldn’t even fathom life without your best friend. The only thing that mattered was the present.

He had brought a little laptop, and you both binge-watched bad rom-coms until you fell asleep wrapped in blankets that smelled like him.

He takes a step towards you, unsure. You’re unsure too, but a magnetic force pulls you forward until you’re both stumbling over your feet to get to each other. You crash into him, and he holds you like you might shatter and break. “Jon,” You whisper, “I missed you so much.” He smiles.

“I surely missed you more.”

You shake your head with a laugh. “Impossible. I wrote you so many letters they could fill a book, and I saved all of your texts.”

He looks at you with soft eyes. “You never left my mind when I was up there. Never.”

Robb hoots from the sidelines, and Sansa giggles. The Starks had been your rocks while Jon was away, though Robb was often gone, and you love them like siblings. They’ve always been your siblings, in a sense.

“Save some love for me, brother!” Robb calls. Jon looks over with a joking glare before Sansa pulls the other Stark into their family home. She was the wariest of you at first, but she quickly became one of your most trusted confidants. You guess she liked having someone around that she could spill drama to- none of her siblings cared for the latest whos, whats, and wheres.

Jon is still hugging you, but he pulls away just the tiniest bit. “We should go get milkshakes while I’m home. Is Hot Pie’s still open or has it closed down since I’ve been away?”

You narrow your eyes. “It’s still open, but don’t you think you should greet the rest of your family first?” He pauses like he just now realized. He laughs a little heartwarming laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right. Here,” He pulls out his keys, “Just wait in the truck. I’ll be out in a little.”

The ‘little’ was more like half an hour, but you were happy to wait. You realized, in those thirty minutes, something that you should have known years ago. You need to savor life while it lasts, let it melt on your tongue like a chocolate before you’re too old to taste it. You need to savor him while he’s yours. Everything will end someday, and you need to act like it. You set your resolve when you see him speed walking towards his truck. The same one from all those years ago, passed down to him when Robb had gotten something fresher and newer. Jon was never one to waste, so when it was his turn to have it, he fixed it up. It still felt the same, but the air freshener on the rearview mirror was an entirely new scent.

He got in the driver’s seat, and everything felt familiar. It felt like a wave washing over you, reminding you of all of the memories you have ever had with him.

There’s a little smile on his face as he turns the keys in the ignition.

“What did you do while I was away? Anything new you didn’t mention in your letters?” He asks. He’s watching the road, and you’re staring at the usual blur of snow and bare trees.

“Oh, nothing. I just studied a lot and missed you. I made a couple new friends in college, and I definitely missed you. Oh, have I mentioned that I missed you yet?” You tease. His cold heart warms in his chest as he chuckles.

“No, I don’t think you have.” He says, eyes flickering over to you for a minute.

“What were you up to?”

He shrugs. “I got promoted to lieutenant. I didn’t really want it, but it’s what I had to do. I was also attacked by my own platoon and my heart stopped. Got released from duty after that. I should have just stayed home.”

Your mouth drops open. “And you didn’t mention any of that to me?” He squints at the road.

“I didn’t want you to worry.” He replied simply. What a doofus, always concerned about you when all you want to do is be there for him.

“Well, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you do want to, my ears are open.” He laughs at that, and you laugh, and you’re both laughing so hard he almost misses the turn to Hot Pie’s. It’s not that funny, but somehow, it rekindles an old, dying flame.

The rest of the short drive is filled with words spilling from the surface of your skin. You have so much to talk about. Things both of you couldn’t express through letters or texts bubble up, and nothing stops them. You’re breathless by the time you reach the door of the café.

He opens the door for you, always a gentleman. When you step through the threshold, the familiar smell of sweets and freshly-baked bread wafting through the air, the boy behind the counter gasps.

“Our favorite customers, back again!” It’s Hot Pie himself, now grown and definitely friendlier than he once was. He was lovingly nicknamed after the place he worked a long time ago, and it seemingly stuck to this day. His name tag reads “Hot Pie Jr”.

You shoot him a smile. “You know we couldn’t stay away for very long.” He nods, satisfied with your answer.

“I guess it’s the usual then. An Oreo milkshake for m’lord, and something special for someone special.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort. He still knows your order.

When you sit down at your usual booth, you notice a new painting on the wall. It’s a gorgeous landscape featuring the sun setting over a grassy field, one that looks so much like that certain spot in Winterfell it makes you shiver. You wonder if the café’s owners had it commissioned. Jon notices it too, and he gives you a slightly confused look.

“Is that…?”

“I think so.” It’s such a coincidence. There are reminders of your time in the bustling town everywhere. It’s like you can never escape it, and you’re quite sure you don’t want to. “That’s so weird, but I feel like it’s meant to be there.”

He nods in agreement. “Everything feels like it’s meant to be here. Especially you.” He makes no attempt to elaborate, so you gently coax the words he’s choking back out of his mouth.

“What do you mean by that?”

He hesitates. “You just feel like home to me. Being back here, not giving inspiring speeches or training or listening for gunshots and talking to you makes me think I could have a real second chance at life. When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” He looks at you like he expects you to kick him where it hurts. You don’t even consider that for a second.

“I feel the same way.” You offer, giving him a watery smile. The way he words things sounds so poetic it makes your head spin. You can feel tears rushing to your eyes again and the rough patch in your throat flares up, choking you with words unsaid. Something about him makes you emotional in a way you can’t even hope to stop. He lets out a deep sigh and looks even deeper into your eyes.

“I love you.”

You’re a little shocked. He’s not one to express his emotions so openly, but you’re glad your friend feels safe with you. “I love you too.”

“Not in that way. I love you so much it almost hurts. Every minute you’re gone I think about you, and I think about you even when you’re right in front of me. I’ve never loved anyone this deeply.” He confesses. You’ve been waiting for this moment since the moment you met him.

You met when you were both extremely young. His parents invited yours over for a dinner party, and you hit it off so well with the quiet boy that he has been stuck to your side ever since.

You loved him at first sight. From the moment you saw him, you fell head over heels into a never ending spiral of him. Down, down, down the rabbit hole you went, and you don’t regret a single second of pining. Everything has led up to this moment.

He looks so earnest and kind it sends a throb through your heart. He laid his inner workings on the table in front of you, and you can only respond in kind.

“Me too.” His eyes widen significantly, but he lets you continue. “I’ve loved you like that since we were little, before I even really knew what love was. I just saw your little frown and curly black hair and thought ‘yes, he’s the one’.” He smiles at that. “But really, I fell in love with your heart. I fell in love with how you care about other people, especially Arya. I fell in love with your intelligence and sparring prowess and messy handwriting. I love everything about you.” Your words come out in a ramble. You can’t stop yourself, the reasons just keep pouring until there’s nothing left.

He listens with thirsty ears. When you’re almost out of things to say, he can feel his heart beating just as fast as it did when he told you about his decision to leave. Butterflies are flocking in his stomach, but he leans over the table anyways to capture you in your second ever kiss. His lips are warm, just like how his hands usually are. They’re a little rough, too, but you don’t fault him for it. At the moment, nothing else matters except the fact that your passion is leaking out of every pore on your body.

When you finally break away to suck in greedy gulps of air, the volcano in your heart erupts and sends your mind reeling.

“Oh my god.” You’re so dazed you can barely function, and he doesn’t look much better. He’s panting a little, and that’s when Hot Pie decides to bring over your drinks.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, but here you are. On the house, lovebirds.” He teases. Jon’s face flushes red, and your cheeks warm so quickly you could rival a stovetop. He leaves you alone after that, and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Jom clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” You ask, breathless.

“For not asking to be your boyfriend earlier.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and it makes you laugh.

“Well, you certainly can be. I would appreciate it if you didn’t wait until the day of to announce your next departure, though.” He cringes.

“Understood.”

It’s a long time before you’re ready to leave Hot Pie’s, but in your eyes, it’s the most meaningful time you’ve ever spent. When you walk out, you walk out hand in hand, and for the first time in a long while, you truly feel alive.

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daenystheedreamer · 2 years ago

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(Tyrionyork) in your kuwtb / modern au who do you think listens to what music? Doesn't have to be artists (cause thats a lot of artists) just general genres etc

YAY love thinking of this stuff. ok i have a post from 2021 w some of my opinions i still broadly agree with:

quick disclaimer. my main opinion forever is these motherfuckers would NOT listen to mother mother or tally hall or cavetown or jack stauber or AJR. sansa MIGHT. but not a single other character would. im sorry to break the news to you. there is a HUGE difference between 'song that reminds you of character' and 'song character would listen to' and im sorry but robb stark is NOT listening to the oh hellos no matter how much you think soldier poet king fits him. doing the starks + theon send asks if u want a specific character :^)

ROBB he likes kanye west do not even fucking try and claim otherwise. he likes UK drill and all kinds of rap and 90s r&b. he listens to the top 40 when working out. the gayest thing he listens to is beyonce. i also think he likes country music (sorry.)

THEON oh everything. lots of electronic and if he's in charge of the aux cord he puts on whatever it most annoying and bad for the vibe. i do think he's a little bit lana del rey especially post-ramsay. definitely a barb just to be annoying. would never be honest about his music taste. is a dj :)

JON teen jon listens to paramore mcr etc but older jon likes tame impala and king gizzard. def an arctic monkeys/snow patrol/strokes/kooks kinda guy. im on the fence about mitski on the more dubious side. beach boys pet sounds. WEEZER AND NIRVANA.... lots of grunge. he and robb listen to wu tang and NWA together. can play guitar and did wonderwall oasis for ygritte to impress her and she was like ach canae ye listen tae good music even?

SANSA swiftie all the way. i may not like the blonde devil's music but it is undeniable that sansa is a swiftie. i think she likes pop and folk. lots of female artists :) goes to pop concerts with margaery and gets vip backstage passes cos margaery is kind of a starfucker name dropper and uses it to impress sansa on dates. can play piano and maybe also flute or violin...

ARYA everything that gives you tinnitus. heavy metal industrial noise. bonds with jon over grunge. punk and grindcore. every kind of metal you can think of. and yes she is a juggalo. she likes insane clown posse (argue with the wall) her and gendry + lommy + hot pie are in a terrible band together. plays drums FOR SURE

BRAN beatles :) psychedelic rock.... i still see him as pretentious about music 😭 listens to pink floyd The Wall high with the reeds. makes music in garageband its actually pretty good.

RICKON he is also a juggalo

#not dragging people with mother mother on their robb playlists or whatever. my theon playlist is SOOOO embarrassing #modern au #this is mostly a repost of my old post im sorry!! i just havent changed my opinion i guess LMAO it seems i do not grow as a person #asoiaf #i didnt go very far into any of the characters just a quick coupel sentences based on vibes cos otherwise this post would be miles long

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captainelliecomb · 3 years ago

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WIP Wishlist Mid-year 2022 Updates

WIP Wishlist

All the fic updated after the end of 2021 WIP Wishlist Update

almost a beauty, almost a knight by ifancymyselfawriter

From round four, last updated 01 May 2022

Things I love: Tommen, Tommen and Jaime, Tommen and Brienne; begrudging respect between Brienne and Cersei even among everything else between them; the intrigue of dragons fighting dragons and lions and suns and Evenstars caught between them; the Rock, which is unusual for me; twisting, manipulative, dangerous relationships of all sorts.

The Blue Knight vs. The Kingslayer by SeeThemFlying

From round eight, last updated 02 March 2022

Things I love: Brienne and Pod’s friendship and teamwork, the sheer silliness and threat of the Kingslayer, Imp, and Evil Queen, the Honor League, the sweetness and softness between Brienne and Jaime while their alteregos wage war on each other, how over-the-top and joyful and perfect this is as a comic book story.

Break the Shape We Take by ClasseySpanks

From round eight, last updated 12 April 2022

Things I love: Intriguing worldbuilding, particularly around the Evenstar prophecy, Jaime needling at Brienne because he loves to see her eyes and her blush and to argue with her, something dangerous lurking in the trees and impaling deer on branches, Brienne brave and fearless when she’s doing what she’s been born to do and awkward and withdrawn otherwise, Jaime and Brienne teaming up.

The Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms by Vera ( Vera_DragonMuse)

From round eight, now complete

Things I love: Interesting, engaging worldbuilding, how Sansa and Brienne work together, Brienne and Pod’s friendship across lines, shapeshifting, the sharp-edged history between Brienne and Jaime.

everything you see (is all for your taking) by EllisJay

From round nine, last updated 09 April 2022

Things I love: Brienne confident, experienced, and gentle with the people who need her to be gentle, Brienne’s amazing students and how she interacts with them, Oberyn’s work with Brienne and his flirtations, the double entendres, Brienne’s masturbation lesson blowing Jaime’s mind when he puts it into practice, flirtation on top of flirtation.

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now by CatelynTsukino

From round four, now complete

Things I love: Brienne and Aerys; how different it is for Jaime to interact with Ned (and others, but particularly Ned) when he’s not Kingsguard; Brienne’s friendship with women (I’d name them, but I don’t want to get too spoilery on who lives, who dies, and why they become friends); the pain Brienne and Jaime each carry; what Westeros looks like when Robert’s Rebellion is a very different thing.

it’s not much (but my money’s on you) by jellyb34n @nossbean

From round six, last updated 6 May 2022

Things I love: Behind the scenes for politics, the friendships, particularly Jaime, Elia, and Rhaenys, Brienne’s characterisation and voice, Jaime’s sharp humour and intelligence set against his soft heart (he is made for love), the incredible sexual and romantic tension between Jaime and Brienne, Lyanna Mormont in all her glory, Missandei’s intelligence and wit and competence, Pia’s role – everything, pretty much everything.

The Kingsguard by LadyRhiyana

From round nine, last updated 22 May 2022

Things I love: Modern AUs with Brienne as a princess, why Selwyn joins the rebels, Jaime the undercover Kingsguard, the way they annoy each other to no end, Brienne’s friendships, the way they protect each other, the history of Evenfall Hall, Lannister sibling dynamics, and spring break shenanigans.

No One Mourns the Wicked by boywholivednotdied

From round one, last updated 20 April 2022

Things I love: Jaime’s time in Riverrun with Brienne, Brienne’s friendship with Catelyn, the complicated political mess in King’s’ Landing, Brienne’s fierceness and loyalty and love.

An Old Lion Amongst Young Wolves by Angelic_Temptress

From round three, last updated 11 May 2022

Things I love: Arya and Sansa friendship; Sansa’s clever playing of the game; complicated, difficult incursions of the dead more than just one hard-to-see long night; dialog that is smart, and witty, and sarcastic; more practical ways to go to war.

The price of being a wolf by tall_wolf_of_tarth @tall-wolf-of-tarth

From round one, now complete

Things I love: Brienne the werewolf, Jaime’s annoyance with his community service, the pull between wolf and human, the fairy tale feel of the writing.

Summerhall by greenmtwoman @greenmtwoman

From round ten

Original WIP has been orphaned

New version is complete

Things I love: Brienne stubborn and set on seeing Summerhall, the smoke lingering on this burned and broken place, the sweetness and teasing between Jaime and Brienne, the mystery.

The Tourney Knight by trulily @trulilyy

From round two, last updated 22 June 2022

Things I love: Intrigue, jousting, Dunk and Egg inspiration, Brienne being amazing and smart, Brienne and Jaime teaming up.

We Built it Slowly, Stone by Accidental Stone by Durincorporated

From round three, last updated 21 March 2022

Things I love: Sansa and Daenerys finding common ground, trust, and friendship; Arya and Daenerys doing the same; Arya and Jaime arguing their way through conversations about honour and love and survival; Sandor protecting the shit out of the Stark girls; some people being alive who weren’t otherwise alive as of the start of season 8; more practical ways to go to war.

#wip wishlist #jaime x brienne #asoiaf #game of thrones #ifancymyselfawriter #seethemflying #classeyspanks #vera (vera dragonmuse)#ellisjay #catelyntsukino #jellyb34n #ladyrhiyana #boywholivednotdied #angelic temptress #tall wolf of tarth #greenmtwoman #trulily #durincorporated

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